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    1. tumblr / Looking After Pets / Dream Lesson

      by , 10-15-2012 at 03:10 PM (Fennecgirl's Collection of Dreams)
      I have a friend whose dad shut off the Internet at her house, so she only has Internet access when she's at her mom's house. She went back to her dad's house yesterday. Anyway, I had a dream last night that I was on tumblr and saw a post she made saying that her dad turned the Internet back on again. I woke up disappointed because it was only a dream (we mainly only see each other online because we live a couple hours apart).

      I went back to sleep and had a dream that I had to look after a few pets for my friend Giana (even though they aren't her pets IWL). I had to look after five various rodents (a hamster, two very tiny chinchillas, and two jerboas. They were kept in a big cage, which I was keeping in my room. The problem was that they kept escaping from the cage; they managed to squeeze through the bars and out of the cage pretty easily. The chinchillas (which were roughly the same size as the hamster and jerboas, as opposed to actual chinchilla size) especially liked to escape. One of them even tried to bite my thumb when I carried it back to its cage (again); it was kind of uncomfortable, but it didn't hurt.

      In another dream, I had to select a "teacher". I chose Kayleigh, my tulpa. She started throwing dodgeballs at me, and I didn't know why, so she told me she was doing it because I had to learn that nothing could hurt me because I was dreaming and that I shouldn't be afraid in dreams. I guess I was supposed to take that advice and make myself believe that, though I still didn't really get what was going on. The dream felt rather vague when I woke up, too.

      I know she was only trying to help me improve my dream control, but I don't think I really learned anything from that "lesson". It does seem like something she would do, though...
    2. Ice Skating; WILD; Weirdness with Church Friends

      by , 09-02-2012 at 09:15 PM (Fennecgirl's Collection of Dreams)
      I was ice skating with two friends I'd just met. They were both girls. One had straight ginger hair that fell approximately down to her shoulders (maybe slightly longer). I don't remember what the other girl looked like, but I think she had black hair. There were other people there, too, but I didn't know them.

      The ice rink was outdoors and fairly small. Ice skating was a lot easier than I find it IWL. I was actually going rather fast most of the time. Every now and then, I'd fall over from being careless and inexperienced, but it never hurt. One time, when I fell forward and put my hands out to catch myself, I let myself continue sliding across the ice on my hands and feet (the blades of my skates were touching the ice) because I thought it looked cool.

      I eventually woke up (or so I thought) and considered trying WILD but decided not to because it was already morning and I didn't think I'd be going back to sleep. After a couple minutes, though, I changed my mind. Here, weird dream logic took over, telling me that WILD involves walking around the house. I went downstairs but then realized I was only wearing a towel, so I decided to go back to my room and get dressed, but I woke up before I did.

      I did a quick reality check to confirm that I was actually awake this time but soon went back to sleep anyway.

      This time, I was at church with my friend Giana. There's a little room by the sanctuary that no one ever seems to use; that's where we were. I asked her a question (though I can't remember what it was now).

      "Yeah, but no killing," she responded. This confused me, but then she made a comment about some game.

      "I thought we were talking about real life," I said.

      "I'm talking about our game," she told me. At this point, I assumed that she and Emma (another of our friends; the three of us make up our little trio) had made up some game last week when I wasn't there.

      We left the little room and found Emma waiting for us. Giana wanted me to download some music and play it for us, so I did (actually, she just took my laptop and downloaded it herself). When it started playing, I asked if there was a censored version, since the music had a lot of swearing in it, but she said no.

      At some point, we somehow ended up outside in a field. The music had stopped playing, switching to a slideshow of pictures instead. One of them was a demotivational poster. I don't remember what the text was, but the picture was a poorly photoshopped image of a cross between a lion and some other animal (can't remember what). I then alt-tabbed over to DreamViews and started typing up my previous dreams in my dream journal before waking up and realizing I'd have to type up my DJ entry all over again.
    3. Well...

      by , 08-23-2012 at 10:26 PM (Fennecgirl's Collection of Dreams)
      Okay, let's see how much of this I can still remember... I haven't really had the chance to type up this entry until now.

      I was at home, in the living room. The keyboard was there, right where it used to be (it's been in my room for ages now, though). For the purpose of having more space for the crowd of people, I'm assuming, the one couch not facing the TV was missing, and the room was slightly bigger.

      There was this rope hanging from the ceiling, and I guess the part about people pulling it was fairly important, but I can't remember much of that now.

      What I do remember is Andrea, a girl I sort of work with over the summer, running up the stairs and saying to me, "I thought you were going to be tighter."

      As with many a strange thing a DC has said, I understood her meaning perfectly, despite her rather odd choice of words. She was referring to me resolving to be stricter with my reward system for LDing.

      Apparently, she wasn't referring exclusively to my reward system, but also LDing techniques in general, as I replied, "I am; I write down my dreams every morning."

      There's a small gap here that I can't quite remember now, but I do remember seeing my friend Giana shortly afterwards. I looked down at my hand as an RC, took note of the extra finger, then told her I'd be right back because I had to go to the bathroom. Clearly, my subconscious still had control over dream-me.

      I went into the bathroom and closed the door. I'd heard that touch was a sense that was often overlooked in dreams, so I decided to pay attention to how things felt - the door handle, the floor (I had bare feet), the light switch, even my jeans as I pulled them down; they all felt just as they would IWL, and the door handle and floor even felt somewhat cold.

      I got so carried away with paying attention to tactile sensations that I unintentionally closed my eyes so I could focus more on this sense. Almost as soon as I did, I realized my mistake, and sort of freaked out a little, as my previous experiences with closing my eyes had almost always resulted in me waking up.

      Well, I didn't exactly wake up right away. The dream abruptly changed to a weird post on some forum that doesn't exist... and THEN I woke up.
    4. Going to Montreal/Looking for my Friends

      by , 07-22-2012 at 07:37 PM (Fennecgirl's Collection of Dreams)
      I'm sure I could remember three dreams when I woke up. I can only remember two now, though. I haven't even been up long. Oh well.

      Anyway, on to the first one! I was on some sort of "mission" that involved me walking to Montreal and back. That's all it was. It supposedly wasn't far if I just went in a straight line. I went outside and followed a gravel path that went through my backyard (even though the path doesn't exist in real life). At one point, I fell and scraped my knee, and it actually did hurt a little. I got up and kept going. I went as far to where I was about parallel with the edge of the neighbors' yard, figured that was close enough, and went back. It turned out I hadn't gone far enough.

      Anyway, when I came back, I was in some public bathroom instead of my house. There was a girl there (who I apparently knew somehow) who looked like my friend Libby (she wasn't her, though) but acted more like me. She didn't seem to like me for some reason.

      (I'm not entirely sure how far Montreal is from here, but it's definitely not close. I'd imagine it'd take several hours by car, though. It's also roughly northeast, not directly east, and you can't get there by just going in a straight line from here unless you plan on crossing Lake Ontario somehow.)

      In the other dream, I went to the local high school to find two of my friends, Giana and Emma, who I thought were outside the school (none of us go to that school IRL, though). They weren't there, and then I remembered they were at the elementary school. I ran along a path (which, like the path in the other dream, doesn't exist in real life) to get to the elementary school. I found them in a tent outside. I went in the tent and found that they were playing with Barbies, so I was a bit disappointed because I didn't want to play Barbies with them. Then, they left the tent, but I had to stay inside because the tent was really light and would blow away in the wind if nobody was inside it to weigh it down.

      (Note: aside from the setting, this is actually pretty normal, which is probably why I didn't acknowledge that I was dreaming. We all go to the same church, and we tend to gravitate toward each other after getting our food after the service. Sometimes (not usually), I'll find them playing with Barbies (they're a few years younger than me), which tends to be disappointing for me, as I've outgrown them and they apparently haven't. Usually, though, we either just chat or play something we all enjoy.)