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    1. Death, guns, and mom.

      by , 05-13-2012 at 06:40 AM
      I just had an extremely unsettling dream. I was put in a mental hospital [ considering I do have depression issues irl ] and we were put in groups of ten kids. The whole hospital just seemed like a big elementary / middle school.. our 'teacher' was a huge bitch.
      I remember my good friend August was there too, strangely.
      We were on our way to go to a pool, I guess, and me and a friend I had made there trailed behind. Weirdly, the 'friend' was someone I used to hang out with as a kid. Her name was Jordan. Anyway, Jordan and I were talking, and she persuaded me into a plan. A plan to kill the teacher and escape this hell hole.
      We went through with it, and she killed one of the other 'students'. We ran outside with August and another unknown male and I saw my mother. another kid ran out and yelled at us, telling us that the camera's were on, we're gonna go to jail. I wasn't taking part in killing them so I figured I'd be okay, but Jordan decided it was best to kill ourselves instead of get charges pressed...she pointed the gun at herself and killed herself. Then August took the gun and pointed it to me and said something along the lines of "It's for the best, Hayley, we'll miss you".
      I tried to tell him I'd take the charges and he wouldn't listen. I waved goodbye to my mother and turned around, putting my hands up and closing my eyes. I was shot and I fell to the ground.
      The most unsettling part was that I could feel myself being sucked out of my body. Leaving it. I could fly now. I remember also praying and apologizing to God [ even though I don't hold a religion and I was previously a Satanist for good reasons ]. I remember looking at my mom and she didn't cry.
      I kissed her on her forehead and thats when she started crying, even though she couldn't see me. I guess my dog, Sasha was there too, and she was whimpering and staring at me and trying to lick me and I pet her and kissed her forehead too. then I woke up crying and my hands were dead cold [ and my hands are NEVER cold ].
      I have no idea why I had that dream. ):
    2. Lucid. Shooting. Yay.

      by , 05-07-2012 at 11:05 AM (~Cookieh's Land of Cookies~)
      [COLOR="#2e8b57"]I'm at this daycare, there are around 10 tables all over the room (you'd think they were flipped, but no, they are standing ;D) and there's a blackboard on the wall.

      Some drawings are on the wall, I think the walls are yellow and beige. I am sitting in one of the tables with the little hostages, a "teacher" sits in the table right behind me.

      I am sitting there, thinking, what if I want to make this a lucid? I'm already aware that it's a dream, it's not very stable. I reality check. I kind of can and can't breathe. I hold my nose until I can breathe easily, just to be sure.

      The RC failed and I abruptly stand up and turn around, I see that there's suddenly a gun in my hand. I shoot the "teachers" (several times ;)) and get the kids to the dressing room.

      For some odd reason I ask them to raise their hand, if they want to live. [/COLOR][SIZE="1"](like mah status if ya like puppeehs! :'D)[/SIZE]

      Then I woke, I wouldn't want to know what came next anyways. I had like 2 other shooting dreams last night O__o.

      Updated 05-07-2012 at 11:19 AM by 50369

      Categories
      lucid
    3. Barber shop, Don't Jump to Conclusions, Blue Snake, Stupid Kids

      by , 05-02-2012 at 06:30 PM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      05.02.2012
      I think I'm on my second day of attempting the CANWILD technique that I tried a long time ago that got me to do a WILD pretty quickly before. Going to rely on that technique from now on, seeing as I'm getting used to the alarm I have set up to waking me up.

      I still keep my eyes closed, so that's a perfect way for me to hopefully seize a REM period to have an instant WILD. It'll take a few nights, but I'm not going to give up on this technique, and thanks to the assignments on the DVA courses hosted by OpheliaBlue and fOrceez, I want to make sure I get an A+

      I'm really glad that I joined those courses, it forces me to stick to one technique, because I know how much I complain when I do too many. So for from now, it's the CANWILD technique for me...I know it works because I had a WILD from it on the first go or two.

      Here's the link if you're interested.....

      http://www.dreamviews.com/f79/**craz...rial-**-87710/

      As for the alarm sound I used, it's the first one in this site:

      http://soundjax.com/alarm-1.html

      The only exception is that I augmented the sound by 500%, so there's no way in hell that I can ignore a sound like that.

      Barbershop & Song Parody
      (Non-lucid)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      The way the parody was set up with the tune of the song "I can't Decide" by Scissor Sisters was pretty funny, in fact, it went so fast and it was so catchy that I couldn't possibly remember even 3% of the song.

      The dream starts out where I'm in an environment that seems to be raining a bit. The overall color of this place is brown, and the mix of the rain and the natural color of the place kind of gives off this mood that I should just remain in my place and watch the view.

      Some group of black people came and needed help finding a certain class. They came to me first, but I didn't know what they were talking about, nor did I know what bus route or whatever would take them to the right place.

      Then some random person helps them, and it seems he had a better awareness of a reasonable route to go, but it seemed even he was a little confused on what they wanted.

      While he's talking to them, I look to top left, and there's a road going up, and I see two girls sitting on a bench. Both of them look familiar, one was blonde female and one was a black female. Let's nickname the blonde one Chels and the for the black female, I forgot her name lol.

      I decided that since I know that Chels at least took a math class in the university I attend would be of some help to the group of people asking us a question, I quickly added on to the conversation and declared and pointed towards Chels and the girl sitting next to her might be able to help them.

      They acknowledge it and go to them. They first were waiting on traffic to pass by, so that they could walk or ride their bicycle. I stay inside under some cover so the rain wouldn't get me or anything.

      The people waiting on the traffic are STILL there...and I even told them,

      "Hey, you can go now....there isn't any traffic..."

      But they're still hesitant in going. I decided to just ignore them, and I find myself pushing a mattress on it's side. I look to my right, and I see two barbershops, talk about location and competition.....

      The barbershop that was little further away from me had some guy working on people's hair. He looked familiar, but I could only make out the outlines of his visage. The one closest to me, there was a female working on people's hair.

      I ditched holding the mattress like it wasn't even there, and go to the one with the female inside (lol I would choose the female).

      There were two people sitting down, and I believe there were four rotatable chairs on the left side of the shop. One person was sitting on the one closest to me, and the other was sitting on the third one further away from me.

      There was a seat in front of me, the second one, and I decided to sit there and wait. I don't know why I'm waiting, I guess my dream body wanted a haircut, but I didn't really pay attention to how I looked, seeing as I'm in first person view most of the time.

      I since I knew this chairs can go up or down depending on how you press the lever on the bottom, I decided to have a little fun spinning around and going up and down. But before I could do that, the lady taking care of a person's hair said not to do that since the chair is wobbly, and might fall off if I make it move sporadically.

      I immediately stop, and then someone tells the lady about something related about the chair being wobbly and that I could still play around with it, not to sure.

      Then someone comes in to give me a message from someone, and asks if I wanted to see it. I said no, but I still take the message.

      After they leave, I open it, and now I'm in a different perspective to where the paper takes up the whole field of view. Words start scrolling down slowly, and a catchy tune is playing....

      Sounds familiar.....and I realized it's the tune from Scissor Sisters' "I can't decide" song playing with different words.


      The song is playing while the lyrics are scrolling down, and it's hilarious on how different words are able to synch up with the tune! I spend the time listening to how it is basically talking about me, from how I look and my fitness level, academics, etc.

      After it's finished, I can't remember what I did next, but it was funny listening to the tune of the song with different words, honestly, if I could remember all of it, it would probably be an even better laugh in waking life.

      _________________________
      05.02.2012
      Don't Jump to Conclusions (Non-lucid)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID



      I'm inside a garage with a group of people. I believe I have a weapon on me, an old school revolver that's silver, with some dark blue padding on the gun handle I believe.

      I didn't notice this until later though.

      There's this old man who gets near the apartment, and he has a gun himself in the front of him tucked halfway inside his pants.

      I start to panic a little bit, and he also came by parking his red car on the driveway of another house. I just stay back like the other characters are doing, and the man asks while pulling his pants up.,

      "Any of you a student?"

      I almost raise my hand, but the DC to the left and front of me did, and came with the guy. I was going to get ready to use my gun on the old man, but I was afraid that it might not shoot, seeing as in previous dreams, it only worked if I had some kind of pain of loss or something, like with Eva getting injured in the Akashic Records dream I had a while back.

      So the old man and DC, who looked like someone I knew in waking life, let's call him "T."

      He and T go back inside his red car, and they go off somewhere. After they pass, and me acting like a little pussy by hiding behind the door, me and the dream characters come back together near the garage, and I start talking about what the old man is going to do with T.

      I took out my gun, opened the barrel, and there's three bullets inside, and the whole thing can contain six. It's a good thing that I didn't take my gun to shoot him, because I realized the gun itself was set to a slot that had no bullets AT ALL, so if I decided to try and be a hero and shoot at the old man, it wouldn't have worked because there were simply no bullets for that slot.

      And if I shot again to realize it didn't work, it wouldn't have worked again, because ANOTHER slot would be empty.

      So I guess the third time really is the charm in this case if I went in blind fury on how the gun didn't work, because the next 3 slots would have bullets in them. (The last slot was already on the right before the two empty slots if you're wondering about that).

      Anyway, we all calm down a bit after T and the old man go away, but I'm still worried what the hell the old man could possibly want with a "student."

      Then shit started getting even weirder, I swear, one by one, dream characters are randomly disappearing, and I don't know who the hell is causing all of this.

      I look at one random dream character, and tell them that we're in for it now, and that we better start being more diligent. I decided to go outside again, and I see someone coming in with some kind of black jeep vehicle, the type where there aren't any windows or roofs, like the ones you would see poachers use or whatever. (Hunting Jeep)

      Yeah, a female comes out, and she looks Hispanic, she has long and beautiful light brownish hair I believe, almost close to being orange. She was wearing a plain white shirt that was ruffled up a little bit, and I believe she was wearing really short pink shirts that would probably be a replacement for her underwear....



      Instead of confronting her, I duck for cover under a vehicle because I'm not taking any chances with how the dream characters are disappearing just like that. I think I get some dirt on the clothes I'm wearing, possibly sand or dust, but I don't care much about what's on me though.

      The girl looks at how I'm ducking for cover under a vehicle, and she has this face that says,

      "Lolwut, what's wrong with you?"

      Anyway, after she comes, and I forget what I did with her, a red car comes near the driveway on the same house to the left again. I thought this was the old man bringing back T again, but it was a young blonde female, kind of cute by the way, especially with how her cheeks where shaped to make her smile naturally.

      I calm down a bit, and I forget what I did around her as well. The dream shifts to where the old man and T came back, and it looked like the old guy shot T, because T's head was leaning to the side, and he didn't even move.

      I start to get even more worried as the old man comes out, but T is actually alive because he comes out as well! The old man leaves, and I ask T what the hell he wanted to do with him.

      T said that he needed someone young to try out some clothes for him, apparently, it was supposed to be clothes for some female, probably the old man's grand kids or whatever.

      Okay......................................you just randomly come in with a gun tucked in your pants, and you ask for students in an almost threatening tone just so they can test out how some clothes would fit for someone?

      Perfectly reasonable..../sarcasm....

      It's a good thing that I didn't shoot the old guy, seeing as he wasn't a threat to me in the first place.....but one thing remains....

      WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO THE OTHER PEOPLE THAT DISAPPEARED IN THIS DREAM!!! It was like a mini-horror flick in the afternoon....

      ugh....

      I did learn from this dream not to jump to conclusions, even if the person has a gun and has a serious tone in his speech.

      I also realized that I should check how many bullets I have with the weapon in my hand the next time I dream myself with one.




      _________________________
      05.02.2012
      Blue Snake (Non-lucid)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID



      I can't remember a lot from this dream.

      there's this blue snake, with black spots at random places, and I decided to kill it because of the fact that a snake with that kind of color looks freaking dangerous.

      I don't know what I did, but I started to chop it up in fear and rage.

      I think during the time I was killing it, either it changed to the color green, or I killed another snake. For the snake that was green, I remember grabbing it by it's tail, and stomping on his head very hard.

      I started to pull its body and eventually hear a cracking sound. I let go of the tail, and it's dead.

      Then some lady talks to another lady on how it's okay that someone's egg was broken, because the blue snake bit on an egg already...

      Couldn't really understand that...but just putting it out there for the sake of remembering.
      _________________________
      05.02.2012
      Stupid Kids (Non-lucid)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      I can't remember much from this, just walking inside of a store, looking for something. Then some small children were looking at me for a while, and I was kind of annoyed by them.

      The place kind of resembled a Barnes and Nobles bookstore.

      Updated 05-02-2012 at 06:41 PM by 47756

      Categories
      non-lucid
    4. Slave Revolt

      by , 05-02-2012 at 08:43 AM
      I had a lucid dream tonight. There doesn't seem to be anything triggering it. There might be something I'm missing. I was thinking about dreaming when falling asleep. I also tried waking up during the night again. I thought about getting up and checking the time, but then I just fell asleep again.

      I'm walking with two people in a completely different story line, don't remember anything about it. There are three women sitting on a bench in a hall. Two men, one with a gun, are standing next to them. I think they are slaves being transported. I sit down next to them, and now I'm one of the slaves.

      The men move us to a room. There's three of them now, and one of them goes away. I think for a while, and then get a change to grab the gun from the guard. I fire a couple of shots to the wall and order them to a corner. Then I think for a while about the situation and the guards try to talk me into giving them the gun. I fire a couple more shots to the wall. The pullets are nails and the gut has turned into a nail gun.

      I decide the best course of action is to flee and, flailing the gun around, go trough a door to the balcony. I get the feeling that I'm dreaming. I try this out by flying. I jump over the railing. Then I say it out loud, "I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming". It sounds like it's coming from everywhere, echoing. But It's my voice, and it's clear.

      Now that I think about it, maybe jumping of the balcony on the third floor is not the optimal reality check. In real life I wouldn't have been able to get over the railing in one jump though.

      I fly forward a bit, hanging over the middle of the yard. The guards have come down and are standing on the yard, looking. I want to fly higher but can't. Then I remember one should stabilize the dream, so that I don't get too excited. I close my eyes and rub my hands together. The feeling is clear. Then I open my eyes. I'm still just hanging there.

      I try to fly higher, but it's still not working. I cheat a bit, using the wall to push myself up. I get on the ceiling. I look around and see a black sky.
      I open my eyes and wake up. I'm a bit surprised that I'm completely conscious and there doesn't seem to be much of a transition, I just open my eyes.

      Updated 05-02-2012 at 08:45 AM by 52410

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid , memorable
    5. Sniper WILD

      by , 04-25-2012 at 11:35 PM
      4/25/12

      WILD

      This occurred around an hour into a nap. My roommate was playing music that I could hear through my ceiling.

      I woke up and was sleeping on my stomach. I was trying to go back to sleep, and within a few seconds, I realized that I could WILD. I started to feel the tingly distortion in my limbs that lets me know I am somewhat close. I got to the point where I felt that I was in a dream. However, I knew if I tried to open my eyes or move too much, I would wake up.I start with small movements. I can still here Paul's music, which irritates me. Eventually I roll out of the bed and onto the ground. I feel my hands along the carpet and try to get as much tactile sensation as possible to maintain the dream. I still don't have vision, but the carpet feels real. After a minute of this I FA.

      I am back in the bed and repeat. I start with slow movements (one of which was a masturbation movement...), get out of the bed, and feel the carpet. I get up and I can see. I go up to Paul's room (actually my mom's in real life). No one is in the room, but I see his computer set up. I wonder if I can just turn off the music when I know I am hearing it in real life. I push a button on the keyboard and it goes off. Finally, some quite. That really made the WILD attempt harder. Speaking of hard, I haven't had sex in a dream in awhile, and I was kind of warming up while stabilizing. I go into another room and see a bed. I look away and expect Heather to be there. She isn't at first glance, but I enter the room and she was tucked behind a pile of blankets. I decide that sex is probably a bad idea but I'll fool around for awhile. We start making out, but she is kissing too hard. It hurts. I tell her that and she backs off a bit. I FA moments later.

      I am back in the bed and start moving slightly, stabilizing, and slowly get my vision. I go back up to Paul's room because I can hear the music again. This time he is sitting at his computer. I feel like he will turn the music back on if I just turn it off. So I hit the button, grab the two nearest cords, and tear them across the room. He gets up and tries to fix it, but that will take awhile.

      I decide that I was to shoot a gun. I feel under the same bed Heather was in, and grab a handgun. I look out the window and there are people way below. They look like a video game. I aim down the barrel and shoot. Direct hit. I hit another. And another. Every few shots I re-cock it, because I feel that is reloading I guess. I decide to step up my game. There is a mounted rifle next to me. It is fairly small. I look through the scope and it has a red circle. Just then, a group of 20 or so people show up. They are trying to climb the nearby rock face and get in a good defensive position. These guys are harder to hit despite my scope. I shoot at one for awhile and eventually hit him. I shoot at another for awhile before losing the dream.
      Tags: gun, music, sniper
      Categories
      lucid
    6. At some mall

      by , 04-24-2012 at 09:41 AM (~Cookieh's Land of Cookies~)
      [COLOR="#483d8b"]I was at some mall with M and we were going to the first floor. I suddenly wanted to go to a jewellery shop, where they also do piercings. We went over there and then the woman there kept ranting about how this can hurt and blahblahblah. By the end of the dream she was nearing me with a gun but I woke up just before she shot. Now I see what she meant by "it might hurt a lot" xD[/COLOR]

      Can't recall anyhing else

      [COLOR="#2e8b57"]lucids[/COLOR], [COLOR="#483d8b"]non-lucids[/COLOR]

      Updated 04-25-2012 at 03:55 PM by 50369

      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    7. TV show, pregant, Christ, gun

      by , 04-01-2012 at 09:28 PM
      I dreamed I was auditioning for a role on a TV series called Murdoch Mysteries (background: The Murdoch Mysteries is a TV show which takes place in the 1890s. Its about a police Detective named William Murdoch who uses what is back then new methods of investigation. That is so well known to those of us in the 21st century (Ie. finger printing, blood splattering,handwriting). There are 5 seasons and will be a six.). This next part is where its gets confusing. I know I was still in the dream. But I can't tell if it was part of an audition or as part of the show itself or not related at all. I think it was part of an episode. I was in a white night gown (I think the character was pregnant) and I was in a brownish mansion. I was on the landing of the grand staircase kneeling. It was dark and I could see my hands were tied. There was a man in front of me with a gun. He kept raging on saying that I (the character) wasn't the right person to raise the next Christ. Or he didn't want Christ to come back as an infant. I believe the mansion was a school since behind the guy there was some 11 year old girls.
    8. 3/29/12

      by , 03-29-2012 at 04:33 PM
      Initially I had a dream about designing an intricate pulley system. Later I had a dream that my whole high school class was filing into an auditorium for an assembly. I was making messing around with my friend Blake in front of his girlfriend. He waited until the until the school cameras panned over our area then slapped me so that the whole school saw it on the big screen in front of us. I didn't know if I should play of cool or retaliate. As we were waiting for the assembly to start, a rumor got out that there was a bomb in the school. I narrowly escaped the school through an unlocked door. As I ran, a girl and here friends were on the outskirts guarding the peremesis. The big one in the middle started shooting at me. I dove and rolled down a hill to dodge the bullets, taking two. She has given up, as I watched uphill, I notices these big astrict ( * ) shaped glowing lines in the air, wavering like a bubble and surrounding the whole school. I kept running and made sure to keep my head down low. Eventually I found some other kids from the school who had made it out. Infront of us was a large ski lift looking lift that rose way into the sky and on until it was out of view. I boarded it like everyone else, my passenger being a little bit of a weirdo. I don't remember much else. I can also recall a snippet of a dream where I'm getting on an elevator with an older man and someone else. I was frightened that the elevator might give out.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    9. Being a police officer, and two lame lucids.

      by , 01-20-2012 at 03:09 AM (Yuppie's Dream Journal)
      I'm a police officer! I walk down this mall, until I see one of my... shall we say acquaintances? I walk into the shop he's in, and see that he's talking to a very attractive girl. I walk towards them, but when I come close, I begin to walk slowly and pretend to be just walking somewhere else. I try to eaves drop on them, curious of what they're talking about, when he sees me and gives me a push. "What are you doing?!" He looks very angry "Nothing.." I say, giving him one of my trademark genious lines. He pushes me again. "Look, you should know that I'm a police officer now.. and it's a big deal to assault a police officer." He pushes me again. "I'm warning you, you can get in alot of trouble.." He pushes me again. "Look! That's it.. I'm going to have to arrest you." He pushes me again, but this time runs off. I chase after him, sturggling to keep up, thankfully he seems to be running around in circles around the shoping centre carpark. I grab hold of him, and tell him to turn around so I can put the handcuffs on him and arrest him. He's uncompliant, so I shove him to the ground, revenge is sweet. "Spread out on the ground!" I shout, I reach back for my handcuffs. I look to my left, and to my right, my belt is empty! You've got to be kidding me I think. I try to mantain my confidence while I tell him to keep still, so he doesn't find out. Typically, however, he does, and runs off far far away. I'm faced with a menu like in tom clancy's rainbox six vegas 2: "start from checkpoint, return to main menu" I choose start from checkpoint and find myself back in the shopping centre, with the guy just about to take off. This time I look down, and find my belt with the items I need. A tazer, a gun, handcuffs, and a big instruction manual. They're in awkward places though, for example my gun is WAY down my leg, making it very hard to reach, my handcuffs are at the back of my belt, as if I had stretchable hands. My tazer, is in a good place, but it's still wrapped in plastic, with the batteries waiting to be places inside. I decide to fix everything up, and wait for him to get away, so I can restart. I choose start from checkpoint once again, and begin running after my acquaintance. I look back and see two other police officers running about ten metres behind me, in the same direction. However, they turn out to be trying to get someone else, I ask for help anyway. "Can you guys split up, one of you can help me, and the other can still get your guy." The seem to agree, and the fat one of the two turns to come my way, but I say "Can I have the skinny one, there's running involved." Even though it doesn't make sense, considering they were both running at the same rate before, and we all have to run anway. They don't seem to mind though, and the fitter one comes with me. We both run after him, and we're very close, when he changes directions all of a sudden. My partner doesn't miss a beat, but I'm put off, and it takes me a while to get back on track. I turn the corner and see the guy has already been handcuffed and is being read his rights. "Book him dano" I say, trying to make a joke out of it, and hide the fact that I'm sad about not proving myself as a cop. He's taken away, so I look around for another oppurtunity to prove myself , this time with my tazer drawn so they'll listen to me. I have no luck, and I wake up

      -next dream-

      I can't remember how, but I become lucid, someone tells me I''m pretty sure. I summon a badger. I wake up.

      -next dream-

      I become lucid again, can't remember how. This time I focus on deilding after I wake up from a lucid. Doesn't work.

      -Next dream-
      I have this bow and arrow thing, and I'm sitting in the sunroom of my house with dad next to me, with it drawn. It pulls back REALLY far! I ask dad where I can shoot it. He points to the door leading into the sunroom, the one with wire mess through the holes from the frame. The wooden arrow snaps in half (not sure why) before I can shoot it, but I release the string with tension on it anyway, and suprisingly it fly straight for the door, and hits dead centre in the mesh. "See, I told you it was accurate" dad says.

      -next dream-

      I know this one was fairly long, I can't remember what happend, but I was in like an animated world with talking animals, and they wanted me to do something..
      Categories
      lucid
    10. my old place

      by , 12-28-2011 at 02:47 PM
      Good morning, everybody.

      Dream #1

      It was daytime. I was out on a street somewhere, probably in Brooklyn. There were a lot of people out on the street. I was apparently really focused in on something I was doing. But some person, maybe an older, kind of fat, white man, was talking to me.

      The man told me that there had been some huge thing having to do with guns just down the road. There may have been a small gunfight. But the really big deal about it was that there were a whole lot of people all gathered together, and they all either had or were making a lot of guns.

      The street the man was talking about was just down the block and around the left corner. It suddenly occurred to me that I needed to go down that block. The person who had been talking to me told me not to go down that block. But I didn't have a choice. I needed to go.

      I was now walking down the block. It was as bright and sunny there as on a summer day. To my left was some kind of tall, chain-link fence, like might be around a school. Beyond that, farther down the sidewalk, were some brownstone row-houses and some narrow, shortish apartment buildings.

      But to my right, the street, just down the way from me, was filled with cars. The cars looked like 1970s cars, more like Cadillac style than hot-rod style. They were all parked at odd angles, right in the middle of the street.

      There were people sitting and standing among the cars, as well as on the stoops of brownstones on the right side of the street. I think the people were mostly white, kind of overweight, with hair in a kind of buzz cut. They may have worn black t-shirts.

      I could see that all these people were either making guns or cleaning up their guns. I knew that whatever they were doing, it was horribly illegal, and that I was probably walking through the middle of a really bad situation.

      I just tried to act like I didn't see anything. A few guys on my side of the street were helping out the gun guys somehow. They seemed to be suspicious of me, wondering why I was walking around here. But my nonchalant attitude made them less worried about me.

      I had realized -- at some point -- that I was here because I used to live here. I'd moved to a different place a long time ago. But for some reason, some of my mail was still being delivered here. I had to come back here and pick up some of my mis-delivered mail.

      I walked up to one of the narrow, short apartment buildings. The door of the building was glass with bars behind it that looked like chrome bars, which just glared in the summer-bright light. This was where I used to live.

      There was a circus-peanut orange colored card in the door, somehow, as if the card were sticking out of the bars -- even though the bars were *behind* the glass of the door!

      I pulled the card out and looked at it. It was some kind of postal service request card, stating that all mail should be delivered to my new address. The address was the exact address of where I live nowadays IWL, except, perhaps, without the apartment number.

      I still needed to get my old mail. So I walked into the apartment. Inside, the place looked like the interior of a nice brownstone row-house. There was a nice first floor hallway area, which, it seemed to me, led to a spacious living area, probably where my old landlady would have lived.

      There was a staircase along the right wall. I walked up the staircase. The staircase ended with a doorway that opened into a hallway. Along the right wall of the hallway were rooms. People would rent the rooms and then share the bathroom and kitchen on this floor.

      My old room had been the room closest to the doorway at the top of the staircase. The door to the room was wide open. The room was empty. It was like nobody had moved in there since I'd left. I think I was now questioning whether I hadn't left this place only very recently, and not a long time ago, like I'd thought before.

      I went into the room. There was a bed that took up most of the room. On the left side there was a weird niche in the wall, like a closet. But the shelf in the closet was low: waist-high, so that it almost looked like it could be used as a writing desk.

      The place was all dusty. Some of the dust in the corners and on the surfaces of things was so old and caked up that it was starting to get gummy.

      Something about the fact that this place felt so abandoned, so quiet and empty, made me feel like I should move back here. I was starting to feel like I couldn't live in my new place anymore, anyway. So maybe I would see about moving back here.

      I walked back down to the front door of the apartment. But as I was leaving, my old landlady was walking up to the front door. I had been hoping that I could get into and out of the house without her ever knowing I was here. I'd felt like if she saw me, she'd harrass me about something.

      I opened the door for my landlady. I greeted her. I walked outside. But instead of going out into the neighborhood I'd just been in, I walked into a big front patio of a house, which had been converted into a sun-room. It had grass-green, plasticky-feeling carpeting. Beyond the sun-room, the neighborhood also looked much nicer.

      My old landlady looked about the same, except that she was a bit heavier nowadays. She wore a white, long-sleeved shirt. She told me that I still owed her my last week's rent. She'd thought that maybe that was why I was here.

      I told my old landlady that I didn't owe her the money. I'd paid her everything when I'd left. I saw an image of my hands with a handful of bills. I was visually counting out everything I'd paid my old landlady before I'd left. I was even starting to think that I'd paid my landlady too much, and that she owed me some money.

      But I knew it would be tough enough just to convince my landlady that I didn't owe her any money. I was trying to get my thoughts clear enough so that I could make the right argument. I didn't know if I could do it. It kept feeling like I was losing my train of thought.

      As I was trying to pull my arguments together, my old landlady walked back toward the front door of this sun-room patio. My old landlady was talking to me about something, like she was still annoyed with me, but was trying to be friendly.

      My old landlady spread out her arms, like she was taking in the sun. I noticed that the sides of my landlady's white, long sleeves had black designs on them.

      The designs were very much like the flame-like emblems of the "tribal" genre of tattoos. But they also had a kind of "vintage," Ed Hardy kind of look. For some reason, seeing these tattoo-like designs on my old landlady's shirt made me wonder if my old landlady actually had tattoos.
    11. Why Do I Have to Wear a Dress?

      by , 12-02-2011 at 07:30 AM
      11/27/2011
      I decided to make a WILD attempt after waking up. I kept drifting in and out of sleep paralysis and wakefulness. It was very frustrating. I used the nose plug RC as well as looking at surroundings. The one time the RC indicated dreaming, it didn't last long, and I couldn't do much of anything. I saw a woman's head and almost found a hat. By the time I finally fell asleep for more than a minute or two, I'd lost awareness.

      I'm at Taco Bell. The employee is giving me crap about having spilled ketchup all over the table last time I was there. He tells me to do some cleaning now. I grudgingly comply. I'm very frustrated when I drop half my burrito. He's going to yell at me if I don't clean it up.

      I'm with a group of people, mostly females, as well as a guy I went to school with and was sometimes friends with named Kenny. For some reason, I have a date with Kenny, and I have to wear a dress. Ewww on both counts. We're all riding in a van to the place where I'll have the date. I'm wearing the stupid dress. The seating is weird. The girls have some sort or experiment of project they're working on. We arrive. I'm supposed to dance? Grr...

      Now we're all in a video game, fighting people with guns. I lead the retreat to a more defensible position. It's one of those old 2D sidescroller type games, and I can actually dodge the bullets/laser beams.

      Updated 12-02-2011 at 07:41 AM by 51129

      Categories
      lucid
    12. The serial charcoal graphiti artist killer

      by , 11-11-2011 at 12:16 AM
      (Note: I am one of those people that could be staring Hitler in the face with a gun and still not be able to fire, so dreaming about being a serial killer is really a bit creepy to me. Especially since, in the dream, I felt a joy in the killing and a kind of righteousness.)

      I was a man named Charles Soderberg. I had a brother or a father, I can't remember named David Soderberg. The dream was long but I can't remember it all. I was in some kind of school building that was like an old building in Seattle. It was I think a time when I wasn't supposed to be there, like late at night. I think it might have been a college campus building, I don't know. I had charcoal in my left hand and a gun in my right. Apparently I drew with my left in the dream (In real life I'm right handed.) There was some kind of meeting happening, and I snuck in and shot a bunch of the people in the meeting. Not everyone, as I was specific about who I wanted to kill. There was a security guard with a gun who chased me but I managed to sneak out. I ran down the hall to an area where I had the choice between two separate stairwells and an elevator. I pushed the elevator button and the doors took some time to open. Finally they did, and I stepped in just as someone walked down the hall and went through the door of one of the stairwells.

      Fearing that he would show up about the same time as the elevator would on the bottom floor I got out of the elevator and as quietly as possible took the other stairwell. I found that it passed a door that went outside, and I almost missed it. I went outside, and I was feeling elated at making it outside unnoticed. I probably drew something on the door.

      I don't remember details about the next part of the dream, only a lot of running around with charcoal in my hand, trying to hide and not be noticed but still drawing all over everything. I don't even know what I was drawing, faces I think, possibly somewhat realistic.

      I was finally in a park, and somehow I recognized it. It was either a park or a cemetery. I was suddenly not Charles anymore, I was me, but i still had the charcoal in my hand. I saw my boyfriend's dog run up to me, and I was really happy to see him but really concerned that I was wanted and would put them in danger. I stayed there though. That's all I remember.


      (Out of curiosity I did a google search. There is an artist online named David Soderberg. Maybe my subconscious remembers seeing his work or something, because the work even looks similar.)
    13. The Dream of Harrison Ford's Revenge

      by , 11-08-2011 at 06:53 PM (Folqueraine's Oniric List)
      08.11.2011
      The Dream of Harrison Ford's Revenge (Non-lucid)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      This was a dream entirely in third-person perspective. It shocked my housemate that I could be totally absent from my dream, but he liked it.
      Harrison Ford, or a character who looked like him, had a long-standing grudge against his father, who had died when he was 25. At the same time he was amnesiac, having forgotten most everything about his father, as a defense mechanism he thought.
      Harrison Ford worked with an older military guy. At some point, he discovers something about his father that completely changes the way he viewed him, and realized that his father's death was criminal.
      When he goes out on the carpark (of his work place?), he notices an old black car, and it clicks into place with what he's discovered earlier. This old black car... it means that the military guy killed/is responsible for his father's death!
      Harrison grabs his rocket launcher and starts shooting at the military guy to seek revenge for his father's death. He misses at firt and the rockets go flying over the sports field nearby. But then, he hits the fleeing military guy in the back, and instead of it being a carnage, it only makes his backpack explodes in sparkles.
      Harrison Ford feels at peace with his dad now.
      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    14. Best Recall since school started.

      by , 10-17-2011 at 03:33 AM (Typho's DJ)
      Deleted

      Updated 03-19-2012 at 04:04 AM by 44350

      Categories
      non-lucid , false awakening
    15. Prison Break, on the run.

      by , 10-07-2011 at 06:52 AM (Enter the mind of Ladendais)
      Non-lucid

      My memory picks up standing at the back of some sort of police vehicle, similar to a mailman's vehicle. I am speaking to a male police officer who the is in the back of the vehicle sitting on the right side, with another person sitting on the opposite side of the vehicle. Somehow I know that I have just escaped some sort of prison. I have handcuffs on my hands in front of me, and I am hoping that the police officer does not notice them. As the vehicle with the officer inside slowly begins to drive off, the officer notices the handcuffs and begins to stand up yelling at me. I immediately begin to look for an escape route, so I run a few feet to my right and notice a man made rain run off path. As I start to run over to it, I notice that the handcuff on my right hand is loose enough for me to shake off, so I shake off the right cuff. By the time the cuff is off I am at the side of the road looking down into the shallow water running through the path below me. I was thinking that this jump was seriously going to hurt me but I did it any way and I threw myself off the side of the road into the shallow waters below.

      As I land I notice that the path is not cement, and there are large amounts of mud below my feet which makes it hard to run. I recover from my fall and I take off down the waterway, as I begin to run I can see the officer off to my left side standing in front of a field full of what appears to be wheat. The officer is pulling out his weapon, and I try my best to run faster. I look at my feet as I attempt to make a get away and I notice that I am wearing black uniform type pants with a nice crease running down them, and they are muddy of course. The police officer is now firing his weapon in my direction, and I can see bullets hitting the water ahead of me as I run. Three or four kids come out of nowhere, and they are running behind me. I think that the officer will now have to stop firing his weapon because of the children, and he stops firing his gun. I then notice that the path I am on branches off, and I tell the children behind me to take the right path, and I decide to take the left path alone.

      I venture a bit farther down the path and I notice a rather large city ahead of me. It appears to be very busy, so I think to myself that this is going to be a great place for me to slip away from the police. I climb up over a small cement wall and head for an alley way nearby, the alley is crowded and I notice an opening in the wall off to the left and I enter it. I now find myself in a sort of locker room scene with plenty of showers and people scattered about the entire room. I walk over to a bench, and I take a seat by a man that I apparently knew. I look over to the left and I notice a pair of swimming trunks, and a shirt folded up neatly sitting on the ground. No one near the clothing appears to be the owner, so I ask the man that was apparently my friend sitting next to me to go grab them for me. While my friend goes to grab the clothing, I look back to the right, directly at the entrance to the room I am now in because I was worried that the police were going to come in at any time. I see plenty of people walking by, but one white man with a black eye catches my interest I know him from the prison that I just escaped.

      The man with the black eye walks right by the door, he then turns back around and walks into the room that I am currently sitting in. He looks rather happy to see me, and he comes right over to me and sits beside me. I shake hands with him, and then my friend comes over with the clothes so I introduce him to the man with the black eye and I explain to my friend that I know this man from prison. The two begin to talk, and I look down at the swimming trunks and shirt that my friend brought over to me. The swimming trunks are bright orange and they look as if they would be too small for me but I take off my muddy pants and put them on anyway. The trunks seem to fit, and I put on the shirt as well. I tell the man with the black eye that I just escaped prison, and he asks me what I was in for and at that point in time I did not know why I had been put in prison so I asked my friend sitting beside us why I had been taken to prison. My friend tells me that I had gotten caught stealing an Eminem CD from a store, and the man with the black eye laughs at me. The black eyed man then asks me what prison I was in and I tell him that I had no idea what the name was. I then look toward the door worried that the owner of the swimming trunks and shirt will come back looking for his clothes, and I see many people walk past the door but no one decides to come in.

      I see a man that resembled an officer, so I asked my friend if he knew if the police were still chasing me. He casually says "No, they stopped chasing you and they said that they were going to get you next time, like they always do." I then notice that a women walks through the door to the locker room without a top on, and I think that this is quite odd. She then walks over to what seemed to be her husband and she seems as if she is quite angry with him as he is packing some clothes into a backpack. I then look to my right, and tell the man with the black eye, who I knew from prison, that I might need some help now that I have escaped. He tells me that him, and his mother, who he points to across the room, would be able to help me with whatever I need. I say alright, and I then tell him that I might need a gun sometime soon. He looks as if he is a bit worried by this, and he tells me that it wouldn't be a problem. He also lets me know that he usually hangs out around the locker room area.

      I then awake from my dream.

      Updated 10-07-2011 at 06:55 AM by 48019

      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
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