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    1. A 2-Hour Nap: Flaming Bicycle / Garage Trailer (fragments)

      by , 09-23-2011 at 02:08 AM (...from the dark corners of my mind...)
      DJ Log: September 11, 2011 – 8:30PM (USA Eastern)
      · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

      (Note: When I came home from work today, I was quite tired. I farted around on the 'net for a while, then decided to take a nap that lasted about 2 hours. I had a few other dreams, but these are the two that I can recall anything from. When I woke up, I spent more time being amazed that I just had so many dreams during a nap then I did recalling them. )

      Fragment #1:
      I am riding a bicycle around the yard at my parent's old house. Suddenly, the bike catches on fire. I push it over to the corner where the garden hose should be, but there is no hose. I drop the bike and run into the basement to get a hose. When I come back, my brother had used a bucket to put out the fire. I connected the hose and sprayed the bike a bit more to stop the smoke.

      Fragment #2:
      I try to back a trailer into a garage with my truck, but the front of the trailer is too high to fit under the door. I disconnect the trailer from the truck and my brother helps me push it my hand. Once we get the trailer inside the garage, he puts some chocks under the tires and I set the coupler on a large wood block. Behind the trailer, there are a couple of old lawn mowers and a garden tractor. Off to the side, there are a couple of engines laying on the floor. I walk out of the garage and when I turn around, I wake up.
    2. That guy broke Earl's car

      by , 09-07-2011 at 06:03 AM (Percy's Void of Thoughts)
      06.09.2011
      That guy broke Earl's car (Non-lucid)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      I was inside a car racing stadium. I was wondering how I got there as my car was not a sports car, but a regular sedan. There was a guy who tried to break Earl's car. He finally did and got Earl really pissed.

      After he did, he wanted to find mine. I was wondering why he did not before if we walked by my car. I thought that the guy might expect my car to be a sports car instead of my real car. I was walking in the garage, trying to find my car before he did. There were hundreds of cars and it was hard for me to find mine.

      After a lot of walking, I found the exit of the garage. I got to a futuristic looking neighborhood. It was night and I saw a lot of people in the streets.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    3. A Toyota Trike / Workshop Make-out Session

      by , 07-26-2011 at 02:15 PM (...from the dark corners of my mind...)
      DJ Log: July 25, 2011 – 7:00AM (USA Eastern)
      Text color legend: • NON-DREAMNOTESDREAMLUCID

      I am walking into a garage with a small workshop area off to the side. There are a couple of covered cars sitting in the garage, as well as many piles of parts. There is a large workbench in the back of the garage with disassembled engines on it. There is a motorcycle frame on a stand near the bench. In the corner of the garage is a doorway which leads into a smaller workshop area with a bench, a toolbox and some power tools on the bench.

      I walk into the workshop area and find a guy sitting on a stool at the bench. When I walk in, he looks at me and smiles as he is working on a carburetor. I ask his name, and he replies, “I'm David.” We talk for a bit about his Toyota trike. He explains to me all about how he is changing the V-6 engine out for a supercharged 4-cylinder with much more horsepower. While he is talking, we walk out into the garage area. I read the nameplate on the fender and it says something like Corado, but the letters look different every time I try to read it. The rear half looks like a dune buggy and the front looks like a Harley Davidson.

      When I go to sit down on a milk crate in the garage, I feel something uncomfortable in my back pocket. I reach back and pull a remote control out of my pocket. While looking at the remote, something seems a bit off. I look at David and say, “I went to sleep with this remote in my pocket, so this means that this is a dream and I am lucid.”

      I am puzzled by why I would have gone to sleep with a remote control in my pocket. Perhaps, in an attempt to produce a satisfactory reason why this would have happened, I was able to identify that I was dreaming.

      I immediately become lucid. David looks at me like I am crazy, and then walks back into the workshop area and sits down on a stool. I follow him to the workshop and say, “This is a dream. Do you know what that means?” He looks at me puzzled for a moment, and then says, “Does this mean that you're going to kill me, then rape me?” I reply, “No, silly. We're going to make sweet, sweet love, right here on top of the toolbox.”

      We begin kissing, and then fall backward onto the toolbox. The toolbox is not a very comfortable object to lean against, so we roll onto the floor and continue kissing. I grab a handful of his hair and pull him in even closer, and he does the same. We both melt into the floor in a full-on make out session. Without any warning, I wake up.
      Tags: garage, sex, workshop
      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid
    4. May 30, 2011

      by , 06-01-2011 at 03:36 AM
      I am in a building, and I can hear my dad making a phone call on my brother's behalf, advertising in an almost sing-song manner that they should hire him. I walk into a room and hear the door behind it shaking. Then, it swings open and out bursts a two-year old girl in nothing but a shirt. For some reason, she reminds me of Trisha. Jack, one of my students at the learning centre I work at, is with me and is equally as shocked to see all these young children invading the room.

      I am in my old house's garage. Instead of it being concrete, it is made of hardwood, and there is a 1-inch diameter, perfectly circular hole in the ground. Below that, I can see the basement of the garage. (Apparently, this garage has two stories). I drop a red ball down it. Once on the bottom story (somehow), my parents are throwing footballs at the wall, and my brother and I must stick with plasticized ones so we don't break anything.

    5. Babies go to outer space, apparently

      by , 05-27-2011 at 10:24 AM (Taffy's Sweet Dreams)
      Lucid: Green
      Nonlucid: Blue
      Notes: Black

      Vividness: 4/5
      Lucidity: 0/5
      controll: 0/5

      Saw a story about my science teacher on the news. One of her relatives made his wife get an abortion thinking the baby, once dead, would end up in space. I looked down from the TV and realized I was already in front of her house. Her house was light blue with white shutters and a huge garage. I saw her on the porch and asked if I could interview her for my journalism class. We went into the garage. She answered my questions like "why does he believe the baby will end up in space?" and "do you believe it will happen?" she seemed to believe that the baby actually was in space. After the interview a girl (I doubt she was even old enough to drive) in a small red car pulled into the garage, nearly running me over.
    6. Upscale Building

      by , 05-19-2011 at 07:01 AM (Percy's Void of Thoughts)
      18.05.2011
      Upscale Building (Non-lucid)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      I was in downtown looking for meet with Theresa to talk about some Crystal Bowls and my guided meditation to work with customers. I was driving in downtown because she moved.

      I stopped by her location, which was a very upscale building. Parking was forbidden from 6pm to 6am, however, the building had it's own valet parking, which I decided to use. For some reason, I needed to walk inside the garage, which had several luxury cars parked.

      The building on the lobby looked old and crappy. There were two elevators, the right one went to the top, the left one, a few floors only. Someone entered and wanted to go to the top floor, so I told her the good elevator. I got into mine and reached like some sort of hotel's lobby. A female employee greeted me, but I ignored her.

      I found some Bell guy who talked with me about how expensive was the parking on the building for the tenants. I told him that I could afford the parking, no issues. I went to some sort of breakfast buffet looking for Theresa, but I woke up.
    7. WW2 bad guys

      by , 02-27-2011 at 08:38 PM
      2/26-27. 230. Something from that Ghost Adventurers show? Zack guy (host)

      At my house. Night. Dave there. We have these 2 guys that had broken in or something. They’re dressed in war BDU’s. Looks WW2-like, but not sure. One was Asian the other white. Dave and I end up separated at some point. I’m fighting the Asian one. I don’t have a gun, so just drying to dodge the guy’s fire. He uses a single shot, then switches to a Thompson looking gun, but had no wood, and no straight mag, more modern looking, but the main part looked the same. The pile of dirt on the side yard is gone and it’s just all flat grass. The pool side doesn’t have as much stuff under the tarp. Then I find an M1 Garand. I look in the top and see that there’s a round chambered. I hide around the corner with the bushes concealing where I am. The bushes aren’t as dense and can see through them easily. Guy runs past and I shoot him in the chest. He goes down and I start to beat his forehead with the butt of the M1 which isn’t flat, but angled and a brass guard on it. It’s not doing much damage, just some scrapes. Then he starts to take something out, a grenade, but doesn’t look like one. Before he could pull the pin, I take the butt of the gun to his neck and pretty much chop his head off. He’s still alive until I make the final cut. Flick his head away from his body to be sure. Then go to the garage and find Dave there with his bad guy disemboweled and shredded up and some pieces are hanging from the rafters, which are only 3ft off the ground. Garage is cluttered. I go in and check out some of the pieces. The garage door opens and some older people are there, live at my house (so not my house). Some sort of quick conversation about them being baddies
    8. Jan 13 Oh nice.

      by , 01-19-2011 at 12:19 AM
      Phase 1 non lucid- Ghosts in a supermarket, one looks like a red clad assassain, the other was a golem (or was it me?). A chase ensued between the ghosts and 2 agents that were after them.

      Phase 2 non lucid- Brother was about to set off some fire works once we got of the garage, the garage somehow stretched and he blew off some bottle rockets inside on mistake. We tried kicking the box of fireworks outside, but instead it landed right by a rack stacked with the same firework boxes, me and Brett tried removing the boxes that were being lit, but they kept on lighting, but not entirely.

      Phase 3 non lucid- At a party for my moms friend pam. The scene is surreal; the sky was purple, there was talk of giant chicken noodle soup being served and a huge foaming or bubbling water slide i ended up going down it.
    9. 21 Oct: Friends, sex and lingerie

      by , 10-31-2010 at 05:48 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

      23:00 GMT – sleep (huge headache, after 25h of no sleep and jet lag - supposed to be 7 am)

      Japanese house
      On a big house with sliding doors like Japanese houses. I’m worried because I left the garage door open. Then... forgot the rest.

      3:30 GMT

      Make up sex
      My friend Zilla and her new boyfriend are not so happy together, but she is trying reconciliation, so I leave them both in a room, expecting there will be make up sex, but when I come back later on, the guy is leaving with an angry face, so I assume it didn’t work. He had actually left her for good. Then I go inside the room expecting to find her there and give her some encouragement, but i instantly step on a condom box still closed. When I get up again I see another couple lying in bed and they look totally surprised at me like “WTF are you doing here?”.

      Sexy boss
      Sitting at the end of some large office meeting table, on the boss’ chair and all my employees gathered around, so I figure out I'm the boss. But instead of making some speech about workplans and deadlines, I just opened a box I had in front of me on the table and took out some lingerie from the box and asked my employees what they thought about it – If it was too sexy? Too revealing? Should I wear it?

      6:00 GMT – wake up

      Updated 10-31-2010 at 05:54 PM by 34880

      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    10. Another Snake Dream, Adoption?

      by , 09-02-2010 at 12:58 PM
      12/02/2009

      Another Snake Dream

      What I remember is being in a huge field planting trees. Tons and tons of trees. Like I'm starting an arbor with some people. I keep taking these skinny baby Bradford Pear trees off a truck and bringing them to be planted two by two, with one in each hand. The next thing I know, I'm at what seems to be the house of the property I was working on. I was about to go out the back door when I notice the deck had been sealed recently and I shouldn't go out there. Right as I realize this, a woman yells at me to not go on the deck. Then I look at her, then back outside, and the sky opens up and starts to pour rain on everything. I look around the backyard and I see a HUGE moose out there. I shut the doors to the deck as fast as I can because I'm afraid the moose will get in the house.

      I must have made it to the garage somehow because that's where I end up and I'm looking for something. Instead of whatever I'm looking for, I find an angry snake. He's about half as long as I am tall and I catch him somehow and grab him by the head and shut his mouth so he won't bite me. I call for help and someone comes over and I tell him to get a shovel and cut the snake in half in the middle of him. So the guy that came to my rescue does this and then I tell him to cut the head of the snake off the top half. He does this, too. I don't remember anything after that.

      Adoption?

      I remember being in someone's garage (again?? another garage scene in the same night??) and I'm flipping through a packet of papers reading what looks like a contract. I eventually sign it and the next thing I know I have a little girl who's about eight or nine years old who's ready to go home with me. I can't remember what she looked like or anything, but I remember feeling like she was my child. (which is weird because I don't really want kids!! what's even more strange is I woke up with a Kylie Minogue song in my head: Cruise Control)
      Categories
      non-lucid
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