All DJ Entries

Wednesday 1/4/2012
DR 5am - illegals crossing river; in class with teacher S; game show on TV

Thursday 1/4/2012
Took an evening nap - new HH - 1 tiny heart and 1 happy face

Friday Jan.6/2012 bed 11:55pm

Set up another experiment - put a small piece of paper with one letter and a colored pen on top of my kitchen cabinet to try to see it in OBE.

GM at 5am
woke up from OBE at 6:35am

OBE#6
I’m in my bed trying to OBE/WILD. I suddenly realize, I see my room from the correct vantage point, as I’m laying on my left side. It’s darker than in WL (I have some nightlights IWL). All I see is left side of the bed. Right next to me is my cat. I see her as energy in shape of sleeping, balled-up cat. I immediately start rolling out. It takes me a few tries, I’m amazed, she is like a little speed bump. I’m not worried about hurting her, because I know, IWL she is closer to my feet.

So I roll out and fall to the ground. I start crawling on all four towards the kitchen. IWL, its about 8 feet from my bed. As I’m crawling in total dark, I realize, I could feel my way. As I raise my right arm, I bump into a piece of furniture. I grab the round, smooth, cool leg of a desk/chair. Right behind it is a cabinet. I don’t know how, but next thing I’m looking at the top of the kitchen cabinet. It’s much brighter now and I can see a piece of paper identical to the one I put up there IWL and I clearly see capital letter T. Next to it is a small packet of handy-wipe and text on it is in orange cursive. I take it as a color of a pen I left up there. Other than this, there is a bunch of letters and postcards, addressed to me. I can clearly read my full name written in cursive, not in my handwriting. There is also a book. I really wish I could read that all, but I wake up.

After I wake up, I check , if I got the letter and color right. Nope, the paper I left up there has a big square on it and the pen is green.

I was disappointed, especially, because I don’t own any table or chair, that could account for the leg I grabbed in OBE, and I really wanted to go OOB in physical realm - identical or near identical to waking life. It took me almost 2 days to realize, that I actually do, and It’s exactly where I felt it.

I played back in my mind, how I rolled out and crawled and as I’m following my path, I see a small foot-rest, that has 4 6-inch legs and they look exactly as what it felt in my OBE.

WBTB 7am-817am

Regular Dream:
I’m in Mexico. Some nice resort. We go to the pool. Beautiful clear blue water. I dive in, feels good. Next time we come, the pool is closed. Someone with flu contaminated it. Bunch of people disappointed.

We decide to go to the beach, but we see dark clouds gathering in the distance. Wind is starting and I see something like a tornado. I take pictures. People are trying to take shelter in the yard of the hotel. I’m in the yard, next to the door. Someone is banging it, trying to get in. The white door is locked and padlocked. I open it anyway and in walk two children. More people come in. Also one female officer. We start to joke, saying wow, this is not a dream, unlike other, that were dreams. I agree with her, this is not a dream.

Then a big UFO appears in the sky. We are all looking up. I'm taking lots of pictures. The UFO separates into different shapes, it’s trying to tell us something. Suddenly, a pile of broken-up weapons appear on the ground. I have a feeling, they tell us to “take out the trash”, as in weapons are trash of the mankind and we should get rid of them.

Saturday, 1/7/2012 Bed 10pm
Traveling on train with my friend M. There are 3 different stations, that feel like videogame levels.

Sunday, 1/8/2012 Bed 12:45 am B-complex 50mg at 5pm
Lots of dreams, didn’t write them down

I was in sone place, and it was dark. I knew there was some kind of disease in the air, and you would die if you stayed there too long. Everyone had a bubble shaped like a heart above their heads, indicating how long they had left. I saw Brandon, and his bubble was really low. I grabbed him and trie to take him back but by then it was too late. I ran out and opened up a refrigerator in the room. I pulled out a drawer, reveaing a secret room, and jumped in. I'd be safe from the virus in there.

Alright well first of all its been a while heheh. but just last night i had some really vivid dreams that i actually remember pretty well. But im only gonna put down two because they're the most interesting and make the most sense heheh.

Dream #1 : Broken Hearted No Minder
This dream starts off at what I think was a grocery store, when it introduces me to the main character which happens to be this tired, kinda scruffy guy in his mid twenties im guessing. He had messy but cute brown hair, a little bit of stubble, and was actually quite good looking. He had a look of "i dont give a f*** about anything" writen all over him. But anyways as he's going through this grocery store he runs into and old friend; something gave me the feeling that it was an exgirlfriend. That he was terribly in love with but they ended up breaking up for some reason and left him broken hearted and in the condition he's in now. She's happy to see him and acts like they were just old friends and had no real connection. They pretended like nothing really happen. He was silent pretty much the whole time. In fact I dont remember him saying anything at all. But he deicides to help her shop and carry some heavy things for her. But shes not alone, she is accompanied by what i believe was a new boyfriend or some guy that was interested in her but hes pretty much this dweeby loser and isnt much of a help when he tries to carry heavy things too. The next thing i remember is them walking out to her car and put the groceries away in her trunk. Im assuming the other guy is already in the car while they were putting things away. As she puts away the cart, the guy comes across a scratch/dent in the car which i think was from some special night or something when they were still together. He stands there and messes with it really sort of meloncholy until she comes back. When she notices him looking at it she looks hurt. The guy shoves himself away from the car and with out a word starts walking away and back toward his house. The girl i can tell feels really bad and wants to say goodbye and give him a hug. But he doesnt look back at all and just keeps going. Then it flashes to him in a small, messy, dim apartment where he undresses into just his boxers and a tshirt and settles down on the couch with a dead look on his face as he turns on his crappy tv. Then the dream sort of just fades out. But i do know that he stays there a couple of days and doesnt see the girl again for a week but thats all i remember before the dream ends.


Dream #2: In the light
This dream starts with a group of richer people on a ship, its pretty much all women as i recall. Our main character this time is a young woman about 17. She has an over protective, pretty crazy mother. This girl was raised to be obidiant and proper without faulter and just be the perfect young woman. But what she really wants is freedom and to find love. I know there was a lot more detail to this dream, something about a curse and being left to freeze in the waters below but I really cant remember them. I think I had two versions of the dream but im gonna stick to the one that makes more sense and is easier for me to recall. So anyways one night this when theres some party going on on the ship and theres actually guys on bored. The girl happens to find this spanish boy and ends up doing the dirty with him later that night. Which unfortunatley the crazy mother hears right below her feet. I cant remember all that happens afterwards but i think the boy is thrown into the water and the girl is yelled at and whatnot. But all I really remember that happens next is the mother and the daughter sitting and looking at the moon. The mother wrapped a blanket around the girl to keep her warm and keeps and arm around her. The girl is broken and silent. Then the mother says "See, It is better to be warm than in the light..." its that quote that i remember the most. It repeated a couple of times and got me thinking before the dream fades out. It was really quite painful... thats what vibe i really got from this dream.

And thats pretty much it, now that i look at it they're kind of similar in vibe and such. The quote is kinda confusing and doesnt really make sense but somehow i get it......

Dream - Lucid

I was in my porch. For some reason, I needed to make a dress...out of wood? I didn't fully understand it in the dream either, but I guess that's dreams for ya.

Anyway, I went outside into the backyard to see if I could find a tree I could use. My mom was there too. We were discussing which one my dad wouldn't mind us cutting down. There's one that we were thinking would be perfect, it's in the right corner of the yard. It had a name, but I don't remember what it was.

I don't remember how this happened, but we had a lot of boards of wood. I remember seeing it in neat piles. The wood was then somehow carved into the shape of a giant person. I feel like my mom did this. It was almost mannequin-like, but with a little more detail. It was somehow alive, and I had to fight it. It was really bizarre. I was in the porch again, and the wood-person was in the kitchen (attached to the porch). My mom was there, not sure if she was fighting it or not, but she was in the kitchen with it. I suddenly had a sword, and when I hit the giant wood-person with the sword, it bounced off. Duh, it's wood. But it was supposed to work, at least that's what I understood. The wood-person had a knife and was trying to fight me with the knife.

I then remember the sword getting hit out of my hand, or I dropped it. Either way, I didn't have it anymore. I remember the wood-person talking to me about the sword and how it was trying to decide which knife to use. It pulled out a variety of knives as I looked for my sword. I picked up what looked like a very short sword, but I didn't think it was mine. I remembered mine being longer.

~

I was waking up in a hospital bed. Next to me, in another bed, was my coworker, Shelly. I remember feeling my chest hurt. I then figured out that we had heart surgery. I don't remember why, but we did. The doctor, who was a girl my age, I think she was someone I know but I can't remember who, told me she put Shelly and I "in sync" with each other, meaning that we would think the same way for awhile. It was interesting.

I remember us getting up out of our beds, and leaving the hospital. We were on the exact same wavelength! It was so awesome, we were laughing and carrying on and having a good time. I could feel our hearts beating together at the exact same pace at the exact same time. We were basically finishing each other's sentences. I remember us walking inside some school that looked like my old middle school. We were so happy! We kept telling everyone that we were "in sync". I remember something about a video game system and its games...I think it was the SNES.

Then, I remember the "in sync"-ness starting to wear off. We were still getting along, but it wasn't nearly as well and we weren't as joyful anymore. I remember wanting that "in sync"-ness back. I thought maybe the doctor could reset it.

Throughout the dream, I kept feeling random pains in my chest. I had kept forgetting that I had had heart surgery. The pain reminded me, though.

so i had this dream last night, and i feel like i should post it before i forget about it. (again, please ignore all typing errors...)

so my friend laura and i were in school, and we were going from lunch to ap psych class. while we were walking the bell rang, so we were late, but neither of us seemed to care. instead of going to the ap psych classroom, we walked to my japanese classroom. but oddly enough, the class we were going to was gym (which we dont even have senior year), taught by my freshman year gym teacher (lets call him mr. j). when we got inside the classroom, there were no desks, but a dirt floor, and the students were playing football. mr. j yelled at us for being late, but didnt give us a dt or anything. instead he told us to join a team and play. so we played football in the classroom until mr. j decided it was time to take notes on how to play football instead. desks sort of faded in, but in the dream it was like they were always there. we sat down and started taking notes.

suddenly i heard a noise behind me. i turned around and noticed a little onion person (who apparently was a student) having a hiccup attack. the onion person was probably about two feet tall, with an onion for a head and a body made out of an oniony material. after hiccuping for a while, the onion person flew out of its seat and dropped dead to the floor. "god damn it all, there goes another one of thosr onion people!" mr. j proclaimed. he called up a janitor to get rid of the onion persons body on his cell phone, then went over to the body. "hey, you kids want to see what an onion person heart looks like?" he reached into the onion persons layers and pulled out what looked like... an onion (no surprise there). then he peeled it open to reveal that on the inside was a lot of brownish juice, i guess what would be its "blood", but really it looked like rotten veggie puree. mr. j procedes to explain to the class that "all onion people have hearts like this since they come from zedden. thats spelled h-k-x-w." i was about to ask how the hell he came up with that spelling when i woke up.

I asked a surgeon to remove my heart. I see it sitting on a kitchen bench. I ask, "Can you put it back in?"
"You will die in 31 minutes."
I am scared but am about to hop into a car with Irene, therefore I feel happier. But then I should also ring mom and dad before I did.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING

I had a sleepless night (work reasons) on the 15th Sep (about 36 hours without sleeping), so I went to bed early in the evening of the 16th to compensate.
I have something important to tell about what I’ve experienced on these days when I was sick, traveling and not sleeping much. During these days, although dream recall was kind of shitty, waking life was incredible, because many of the dreams I had dreamt a few days before manifested during this time and led me to strange places. I will write about it later.


19:50 GMT – Sleep

Nothing...

3:00 GMT

Dream within a dream
I was looking at a bus – probably to get inside it, when in front of my eyes this image started to form - a guru I know that passed away years ago was sitting in front of me. He had his face painted and had a hat and ornaments. The vision slowly became more clear and detailed until I became part of it – I had passed into another dream (and when it ended I went back to the same place of the previous dream).
This guru was surrounded by lamas and I sat in front of him. I didn’t know what he was doing, some kind of ritual I could not follow. But in the end he gets up – he is gigantic, I mean he was 2 mts tall when he was alive and I am now sitting at his feet. He approached me, leaned forward and with a big warm smile he told me something like this wasn’t really a dream and then he told me something important about inspiration that unfortunately I can’t remember well. It was a very clear and profound message that did inspire me for something, but I can’t recall. Then the vision started to fade and I was back in the initial dream, confused if I was actually awake having a vision or dreaming within a dream.

Holographic advertising
I was in the future, walking the street and being bombarded by 3D holographic advertisement – if you think advertising now is intrusive... wait to see that one! Not only this advertisement was 3D, if you decided to interact with it, it would actually become semi-solid and you could touch the holographic objects, sense their texture, shape and weight. It was also possible to manipulate these holograms on this particular advertising, so just for fun I transformed this object that was being announced into a pair of boobs and put them in the hands of my boyfriend who was by my side. I laughed, then I picked it up again and designed a heart-shaped box, with a beautiful reticulated lid. I gave it to him again and as he grabbed it, inside it appeared a symbolic representation of whatever he keeps in the centre of his own heart. For me this was like a revelation and I thought that this would be a great instrument to find out what’s inside people’s hearts – made a mental note to myself on this “extraction” technique. Of course, by now I was lucid.

6:00 GMT

Nothing

7:00 GMT

Kame hames batlle
I was inside a garage in some villa at dusk when I realise I am dreaming. Made some stunts, like jumping from wall to wall, to celebrate the return of lucid! Then decided to get out and fly somewhere. As I hover houses and trees deciding what to do, I see on the horizon this Dragonball character – I think it’s Cell [did a search on the web] and he is preparing to kame hame me. This settled my priorities immediately: I tried to create a fireball in my hands (which I have failed to do so far). I see only a tiny spark arising and just as if it was a fire, I blow it to make it bigger. That’s the only way I manage to do it and I throw the fireball at him. He throws one at me, which I can easily get away from. But he immediately throws another and another and I am still struggling to fire another one, so I decide I am not ready for this fight and run away. Actually I wake up briefly.


Entering Nighthawk’s dream
I force myself into dream again and immediately enter a new dream. On this dream I am just awaking at my grandma’s house. I was apparently sharing the bed with my cousin C. who is still asleep. I go out for a few seconds and when I come back in the room, the bed is now smaller and already tide up (no cousin sleeping on it) and I realise it’s a dream. The lucidity is faint so I rub my hands and look at all details, trying to vivify it. I lose and gain lucidity a few times until it becomes strong. Then I decide I’ll use it to meet Nighthawk. I close the bedroom door and wish to enter his dream by crossing the door.
When I open the door I see a different house on the other side. I enter it. The look is totally different – while my dream was whitish and cold, this one is yellowish and warm. I step on a corridor and right in front there’s an open door to another division. I see his mother and lots of family members gathered around, listening to her. I believe it’s some kind of family reunion. Then I go to my right and I find another room, a quiet room where I see Nighthawk sitting on a couch with his grandmother. I have this impression that I’ve seen this dream before...
He is sitting with her and it is clear that she is a safe harbour, a big source of love and care. I feel bad to interrupt his nice dream, but I need to say I’m there, although very gently not to disturb too much. I pass quietly through the back of the couch and as I do it, his grandma says “Is it you xxxx (my name)?” I am caught by surprise, how does she know my name? But then who looks back it is actually him. I never get to see her face and I realise she is just his DC and is expressing his own words. He looked at me, with his eyes full of emotion but also a bit confused. Like, this is a recurrent dream and I’m not usually part of it, so what the hell was I doing there?
I get to his side, I bend over against the couch side arm and gently ask him if he is lucid. He seems confused, looks sleepy or dizzy. I hold his hand, he is warm and I am freezing cold. I cuddle his arm gently. And then he says a bit spaced out “Oh, we kissed, didn’t we?” He was slowly connecting the dots, but the dream was faint and losing sense rapidly. He was still looking very sleepy and he lay down on the sofa (the granny was now gone) and the dream started to disappear. I didn’t lose lucidity but I was kicked out to another dream and I found myself in the middle of a very busy street, somewhere in some Mediterranean country, almost being hit by the traffic. I decided to try to go meet him again on some other dream of his, and wished it as I tried to teleport me there, with no success. Anyway I knew it was time to wake up and got to work, so I called it a day (or a night ).

7:00 GMT – wake up

NO I am not making this up. I think I was having weird dreams at the time cuz I just got my molars out and was on narcs, not to mention the disgusting taste of packing in my mouth was wigging me out. But that's just an assumption. Honestly I couldn't really tell you the exact reason for having such a weird dream.

I am a child, about 6 years old. I am running through a dark forest. The only lights are the magical blue glowing mushrooms, and a magical blue light with wings, which I am chasing. "This way" it says, "follow me!" I chase it, laughing into a clearing, and then the light disappears. I stand in the middle of the clearing, looking around for the light. Everything is pitch black except for a small circle of light around me from the full moon above me. I suddenly feel a deep loneliness in the pit of my stomach. Then, a demonic scream is heard. A jet stream of black wind shoots through my heart, screaming evilly. It shoots through me so hard I am propelled backwards. The black wind turns into a dark demonic hand, and grabs a hold of my beating heart. It rips it out of my chest. I fall to the ground, bleeding, a gaping hole in my chest.
I lie on my back, wheezing, blood gushing from my mouth and the hole where my heart used to be. The circle of light from the moon that was around me is fading, becoming smaller, dimmer. Then, a dark figure approaches. It stands over me, and I know it is a demon. Its teeth are sharp and pointy, its eyes yellow and with pinpoint pupils. It cackles and holds my heart in my hand. "No," I whimper, "it’s my heart. Give it back. Give me back my heart....." "Oh," the demon says, "is this what you want?" It holds out my heart, for me to take. But I am dying, bleeding to death on the ground, gasping for air. I can’t move. He cackles again. "Well, here you go. Here is your heart." he places it in my left hand, which is open. I gently grasp my heart, but I can’t move my arm to place it back in my body. He laughs evilly, turns into the black wind again, and leaves. I am left lying there, fading away.
Suddenly a doctor who looks like a real life version of Doctor Mario runs up from the same direction the demon left. "My god, look at this poor, poor child!" he says. He is carrying a medical kit, and as soon as he comes upon me he kneels down and sets his kit next to him. "Why, it looks like your heart has been ripped out," he says, "now if only we could find it.”Here, here it is," I try to say, "here is my heart, in my hand, my left hand..." but my words are too faint, and jumbled together. To me they sound like I am a two year old with marbles in my mouth. To the doctor I sound like I am not even speaking, my voice is lost in the wind blowing through the leaves. He shrugs after gazing around the clearing looking for my heart. "No matter. I have everything I need here." he opens his medical kit and inside is about 10 beating hearts, neatly stored in containers like a tackle box.
He rummages through the box and picks out a large heart. "Ah, this should do the trick! elephant heart!" he puts it inside me. My breathing becomes slow and heavy. I can feel the heart beating very slowly inside me. It is beating so strongly I can feel it pounding against my shattered ribcage. I wheeze as I breathe in and out. "Noooooo…" as my lungs fill with air, "Noooooo…" as the air is forced out. "Noooot.....riiiiight....heaaaarttt.....noooooo... .." the doctor can see he has chosen the wrong heart. "Well that’s not right at’ tall!" he says in a newly acquired English accent. He pulls out the elephant heart and rummages through his box again. He pulls out a small, rapidly beating heart. "Now this, I am sure, will definitely do the trick! Rabbit heart!" he inserts the rabbit heart into my heart cavity. Instantly I can feel the rapid beating. It’s too fast, I can’t breathe. I gasp for breath but the heart is beating too fast, with each beat the intensity of the beat increases, and my chest puffs up. Suddenly it explodes. Blood splatters everywhere including on the doctor’s face. Then, darkness.
I am floating along a river. I open my eyes, and see red. I am in a clear liquid, floating along, with giant red blood cells floating along with me. The walls are pink and squishy, and it smells and tastes like death. I can hear the loud sound of a pulsating heart. I know that I am in my own bloodstream. I laugh, and float along the blood river until I stop at a long, dark set of stairs.
I climb down the stairs, and suddenly I am in my basement at my old house in Marquette, Michigan, the town I was born in. It is empty, and the corners are darkened by shadows. The walls are pink and squishy, as I still am in my own bloodstream. There is a man sitting in the middle of the room, working on something. I walk up, and see it is my mom’s second husband Steve. He is concentrated on doing surgery to a cardboard box with little red blood cells in it. "What are you doing?" I ask. "I'm performing surgery, sill Aub-Berry! Remember I have sickle cell anemia?" he asks. "Yes, I do. Can I help?" he points to a hallway that has suddenly appeared on the wall to my right. "Go down that hallway, and catch me some of your red blood cells. Hurry!"
I giggle and run down the hallway, which quickly turns into a lightless maze. I chase after the giant red blood cells, and tackle them to the floor, but when I do they disappear. Soon I see a light at the end of the maze. I go towards the light, and when I enter the room, I see my dad sitting in his blue easy chair watching TV in the unfinished basement of our current house. I smile and run up to him and climb in his lap, curl up, and fall asleep.


Thats my dream. Don't laugh or accuse me of just being very imaginative. Because I know for sure I would never be able to make this stuff up.