08.18.2012Pink Flag with White Dot (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm inside of a school building, most likely High School. I don't even know the name, and I try my best to find out without asking the people around me. I felt that if they are trying to hide the name, that asking them would be rude. I'm next to a blonde female, who looks a lot like my Chemistry 102 tutor before she graduated. The school walls are made of brown bricks, everywhere. It's the most basic and dull style there is. It's hard to tell if there's a roof or not, it looks like a really faded canary kind of color. Maybe there wasn't a roof at all, maybe the sky had some kind of weird faded gold-ish color to it. The whole atmosphere was saturated with this type of color, it felt so real, the people, the materials on the wall, everything. I stand around a bit, desperately trying to find some kind of logo or something, school uniforms, sports outfits, etc., ANYTHING that has a name of it. Nothing at all! What is up with the name of the High School not showing up anywhere? I tried to calm down since there's no way I would ask these people what's the High School name if they go through so much to hide it. Even in abstract dream logic, I'm still thoughtful of these people....loool. I see there's a pink flag hanging away from me at 1-3 feet, and maybe 10 feet above me. It's just a pink flag with a white dot on it, and it's hanging diagonally like any basic flag with a small pole holding it on a wall. Then I decided to check the back of the shirt of the blonde female next to me. Her back was slightly facing me, and I knew there was another dream character to the left of me. He was tall, probably blonde as well, but I didn't pay too much attention to him. I looked at the tag at the back of the blonde female's really close, I zoom onto her neck, without trying to make myself look like a creep, and I finally see some kind of wording. "PPW," in fact, It was lined up to be started from the top, and then would go diagonally to the right. It was just a tag, but noticing this subtle detail on how it's laid out amazes me when I'm recalling this dream. Anyway, at some point, this same blonde female is going somewhere, and I'm following her as well. Seems she's headed for a class, and the whole environment changes according to that. There's a white floor, basic white lighting on the ceiling. I'm trying to find where the teacher is, and it's a female voice for sure, sounds like someone who's maybe in their late 40s or so. Turns out the teacher sits in the middle of the class, probably to emphasize on interacting with the students or something I guess. I think she's blonde too, kind of, and she's wearing a thin layered clothed black jacket. She's wearing some kind of shirt with a shade of green, maybe swamp-ish kind of green. She's also wearing long Khaki pants, and as for the shoes, I'm not so sure. She's holding a book with her left hand, and she's looking down and reading whatever it is from the text. The blonde female I followed sits down, and I try to find a spot quickly. I could tell the teacher knew I was here, I could see that she used her peripheral vision, and she went back to reading the book without any kind of pause in her speech at all. I guess that was my confirmation that I should go ahead and find a seat, and I looked around quickly for one. I decided to sit behind the blonde. I noticed she's wearing a black sports jacket now instead of the pink sports uniform shirt. Maybe she covered it up with the jacket, don't know. As I'm sitting down, there's one dream character that looks fairly young, maybe 14 years of age, probably a little less than that. He's wearing a gray shirt and I can't pick out the pants he's wearing. He's fairly dark-skinned, and has black curly hair. He's trying to understand some problem, but continues to portray that he cannot comprehend anything on the matter. I didn't know what it was they were talking about in the classroom, so I just stayed quiet and paid attention to how others would react to each other. There was one guy that's diagonally to the right of him writing down notes fairly quick. The dude in the gray shirt asks that same guy some question related to whatever is projected on the screen, and the guy writing down the notes gets irritated saying that what he's doing is real, something along those lines. I noticed that when we was saying that, he's holding a yellow folder, close to be golden, and it has paper stacked inside of it. He was waving it up and down, probably a form of sublimating his irritation with the question the guy in the gray shirt asked him. The guy taking the notes was wearing a white polo shirt, had slightly spiky black hair as well. After that fiasco ended, I can't remember what happens next. _________________________ 08.18.2012Good Kitty (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID For some reason, I'm suddenly a potty-mouth towards my mother, and I don't even feel concerned about it for the first few sporadic sayings at her. She starts repeating what I say to my father, and I eventually said to myself quietly, "Shut the fuck up." Where did that come from?!?!?! She still was able to hear me, and repeats it to my father. I screamed at her, "NO, I DIDN'T SAY THAT AT ALL!!!!" My father comes out, and he looks at me and says something to me that I shouldn't forget the $1,500 he's putting in for my tuition. LOL. Okay........... I just take what he says without saying anything, what a complete lie. Am I really this bloody stupid to not do a reality check? After things cool down, I still feel heated up, the dream shifts to where I'm resting on some sofa with a black and white cat. It's very close to me, and I start rubbing it, feeling at peace each time. It's enjoying how I'm scratching under it's neck gently, having its eyes closed, and the form of its mouth almost resembling a smile. I rub the cat on the head again, feeling how fragile this thing is compared to me. I continued doing this probably for the rest of the dream because I can't remember anything else._________________________ 08.18.2012Electrical Boxes and Aunt (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I remember the vehicle I'm inside with some random people completely stops, and to fix this, we had to insert electrical boxes that don't look anything that belongs in a vehicle's engine. Two boxes were needed in order to fuel up this vehicle, and I think I was the one who inserted them. At first, I did it wrong, but that was corrected quickly, and then there's another dream shift where we have to get new boxes. Robert Ri'chard shows up, and is apparently an employee for the random Auto shop we're in. I can't remember the exact details on the work uniform he's wearing, but I do remember that the main colors are: Red, yellow, and black, and maybe orange. Then I realize we're inside of a garage, well, a work garage for the auto shop. Pretty dull place if you ask me, but I can't really expect much from a place that would have a lot of dirty work from grease in the first place. There's another dream shift where I see the back of the vehicle, and I'm probably 10 feet away from it. I seem to be eating something, and it's on a vanilla colored ceramic plate. Seems to be Spanish rice, or dirty rice, I just know the rice is yellow, and I'm eating something else with it, probably chopped up chicken breasts. It tastes pretty decent, and I continue eating this for a while, even though I don't see any signs of this food actually decreasing lol. Infinite Food! A lady wearing a red shirt, and a yellow long dress skirt....think of the stereotype of a Hispanic lady with a fruit bowl on top of her head. Now just exclude the fruit bowl, bam, that's imagery for you! She was a really nice lady, very enthusiastic. She was dark-skinned, and I could swear she looks a lot like my father's sister. The more I think about it, she really did look like her. She had black long hair tied up from the back. The same eyes, nose, lips........... .................... ............................. ................................. Maybe it's just me being in a suggestive mood. Anyway, she comes with a plate with food on it. It looks like Scrambled eggs and some red beans. She puts some on my plate, even though I didn't want any of it.....wow, another characteristic just like the waking life counterpart....always eager to put more food on my plate.... *sigh* I decided I might as well eat it, since if this really is the waking life counterpart, she would be able to cook well. I take a small sample of the egg, and it tastes pretty good. I could taste some of the salt mixed in with the cooked yolk. It gave off a distinct feature, a little bitter, but that's what made the egg taste amazing! I spend the rest of the dream eating this food, even though I'm sure it wasn't going to run out in the first place. _________________________ 08.18.2012Oneironaut Zero's Typos (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I can only remember seeing O try to make a legible post, but judging by the typos, he was probably in a hurry for something. I can't even remember the words on the post because it was really hard to comprehend. The post was related to a thread where someone had a question, probably a personal one related to waking life. I do remember some signs there like: @, #, %, but that's all I can remember._________________________ 08.18.2012Alyzarin & Golden Edit (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I remember communicating with Alyzarin somehow, and she told me a solution to how I didn't like the quality of webcam pictures I would save for myself. She said that if I used some feature called "Golden --------------," that it would enhance the quality of my pictures, so that needing an actual camera wouldn't be necessary. I tried it out on a sample picture, but I couldn't really see much of a difference, however, the picture was saturated with a type of golden aura. Too bad I didn't know what the other part of the word was.....Golden-------------....this really bothers me not knowing.
Non-dream Dream Dream 1: I am in a group of 8 people and I'm not fitting in well. I am trying to hook up with some chick but she is with someone else. No matter how hard I try I do the wrong thing. Dream 2: I am older and at a high school party with the guys from Workaholics. Some young chicks at the party are scheming. There is a long-haired guy there who started off as Matt Damon but changed later on. The girls trick him into eating a drugged hamburger then they kill his dog. He buried his dog out on a dirt road. Some kids drive by and laugh at him. MB is there and his wife is making fun of his small penis. All of our wives show up to the party and we are embarrassed that we are there. I am playing craps at the party and person rolling the dice sucks. I am also playing blackjack with the side bet. I almost got a straight flush but the dealer paid out for it anyway. The chips were: red-$5, green-$25, and the $100's were also green but just had a 1 on them. I won another blackjack side pot with an A,3,4 of spades. They were all in my hand somehow and I got paid. The dealer showed another spade and I tried to get paid again. One kid at the party tells me that he was born in 1999 and was about to go to college for business. I said "WTF - kids born in 1999 are going to college?!?" At that point I realize the year must be ~2017. Two of the girls at the party are showing their vaginas. They were very tight. One of them starts talking to me about quantum mechanics. Dream 3: I almost get hit by a crow.
08-04-2012 -- Started with just bits I can't really expand on, but gets better near the end. Somehow I am walking between a couple of buildings, heading to a place where I should be investigating something, except there are a bunch of cops who won't let me into the area. So I walk around the building trying to come at it from another angle, but they block me there, too. Eventually I find myself driving down a road where I see three or four Del Taco locations (fast food chain I know from CA, but there are only two of them in this area that I know of) and I am thinking it is kind of nice they are building more of them. Soon I am in an office signing up for something, and Tammy is the receptionist. [Tammy is really the receptionist for the company I currently work for.] Some kind of mafia-type organization, and I am waiting for paperwork about something I have been asked to do, before I can go out and do it. As I turn and look around, I spot Calvin from my high school, and I recognize him because of the yearbook pictures Steve has just recently posted on Facebook. I think it is nice Steve posted them, because otherwise I never would have recognized him now. [Funny thing is, the dream version I only recognize because of the pictures of the now version looks exactly like he did in high school.] He turns and recognizes me, as well. I am just about to leave, but the shelves of the office are loaded with boxes and boxes of candy, and as I glance over, I notice one of the candies they have is Wacky Wafers. They have them in a package containing six different flavored wafers, and I grab one. Somehow, as I try to open it, the one turns into six (that is six packages of six wafers each), and I end up eating all six of the watermelon wafers at the same time. Very tasty! I'm thinking about how I am going to have to post this on some of the lost candy forums on the internet, and how great it is that one of these old favorites has finally been brought back. I try to pay Tammy for the candies, but she is busy trying to put the hands back on a clock that lost them in an explosion. Finally she turns back to me, and tells me they are 86 cents each, and both of us are trying to do the math for six of them. As usual in the dream, math is difficult. Soon I find myself watching some sort of reunion on a cruise ship of the cast from the Love Boat television show. Oddly, though, even though it is a reunion show of actors, they are all being treated as off-duty crew, and expected to keep out of the way of all the passengers who have come to see them. I spot at least Stubing, Vickie, Isaac, Doc and Julie, not sure I see Gopher anywhere.
#1 - When Did We Become A Resort? [Non-Lucid] I don't recall too much about this dream, but I do remember that I was with my family staying at some sort of resort, except the setting was actually just our house. There was some woman in a fancy (and shiny, if memory serves) dress doing inspections around the house/resort, so I had to make sure to hide all of the drug-related stuff in my room before she got there so I wouldn't get in trouble. There had been a lot of drug nonsense going on earlier in the parts of the dream I can't really remember, but I do remember a flash of flying a magic carpet through skyscrapers in a downtown area on LSD. Anyway, the lady showed up and did her inspection, and all that really comes back about it was that I had the slightest desire to try to steal the woman's body from her. There was also some comment about how people kept trying to give us these rectangular cheesecake slices for free, claiming that they were "flannel cake", because it was his birthday. After that, I woke up. #2 - My Demon Pals [Non-Lucid] I was walking around my old high school/a wedding that a bunch of people I knew from school were at. Walking around with me were two demon spirits: a skinny, normal-looking guy except for the fact that his face (and especially eyes) just gave off that feeling of evil, and a big, buff guy wearing a fedora and with a cannon for an (at least one) arm. Cannon guy was causing mayhem by shooting cannonballs everywhere, and I was just laughing. There may have been some of my normal friends with me too, but it's hard to remember now. I saw this girl I've known since really early in school, KR, running by me in a wedding dress holding a leash and a long wire for some reason, and I took the wire from her and kept running alongside her. A bunch of other people from the school started running with us and I had the feeling that we were racing each other to this one special location we were all headed towards, just to be like we were carefree kids again like in school. That was fun. However, that image was becoming fainter as it went on, and then I woke up into sleep paralysis. My entire room felt like it was encompassed with a powerful energy, things were constantly pulsing and waving, and my vision was somewhat blurry and distorted, and a bit doubled. There was also a loud white noise that sounded like some kind of demonic language, and occasionally words could be pulled out of it but they didn't have any meaning. I was lying on my back so it was hard to look too far down, but I saw the same skinny demon spirit from the dream standing at the end of my bed, staring at me with those evil eyes. Hey there, specter. I reached out a fantasy arm to him (as my real one was still quite paralyzed), and I felt my imaginary limb twist and bend along with the rest of the energy in the room. The demon just stared at me longer and I tried to give him an "Aw, come on." type of face, but then it all faded away and I was just lying in bed normally. Too bad, I would've liked to see where that could've gone. >w<
Non-dream Dream Lucid Dream I am at high school basketball tryouts and I block the sh*t out of my friend El. It was such an awesome block that I keep trying to play it back on my phone. I block a bunch of other people too. I get traded because of my parents somehow (not my real life parents) even though it is high school. At this point I "wake up" from the basketball dream and draw a picture of the scene where I block El to show my wife. I look down at the picture and it is incredibly life-like (and I am a terrible artist). At this point I realize it is a dream (false awakening). I am extremely popular at my high school. Every chick wants to bang me (and does). I walk into a classroom to learn about cows and they slaughter them and try to feed us blood. I don't want anything to do with it so I walk out with a couple of chicks to film a porno.
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07.20.2012You Can Do it (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I took a nap around 2 PM or so, and woke up around 5:15 PM I guess? 3 hours for a "nap", no wonder my recall of this is better than those skewed recall with 1-2 hour naps. I'm following an Asian man, he's wearing a hoodie, without the actual top on his head, has glasses on, and your generic light blue jeans. I don't know why I'm following him right now, but it seems we're both having a decent conversation while going through waves of people. He has black spiked hair as well, but it's only spiked at the edges, everything else is smooth. He's making most of the conversation, and I'm just answering what he asks me. After we get out of the airport, the environment shifts to where it feels like we're in some kind of run-down urban area. The whole atmosphere just breathes that this area is industrialized. As I'm following the Asian man, I noticed that we're walking on some old and faded out wood. There are a few wood houses and stores to the right of us, but I ignore all of them and focus my attention on following the Asian man. I look to my left, and I see a few more wooden houses, but they are more spread out, and they are high off the ground and supported by some long wooden beams. The ground itself is pretty much light brown and sandy dirty. As I continue to limit my sensory input on the environment more to catch up with the Asian man I'm following, I randomly asked the man if he plays Runescape. When he responds, he speaks so fast, that I could barely recognize what he said. Instead of saying "pardon me" or "excuse me," I just tried to speak fast too to show that I didn't understand what he declared. He takes the hint and speaks slowly, and declares, "HaHaIhave0Range." It felt like a weird name to have, and I even repeated it just to make sure I heard him correctly, which I guess I did since he didn't respond back to me for correction. He then asks me what my Runescape username is. "King Wuggles." I start to giggle silently because I realized that sounds so silly to admit to someone, and then the man starts laughing more than I did, which compels me to laugh just as loud as him. I continued to block more of the environment I'm in, and it seems it's night time right now. I'm finally inside the man's house, at least that's what I think I'm in right now. There's a few light sources, both ranging from faded yellow to bright orange, and I think he said that we can play a game on his Nintendo 64. The moment he mentioned that, I started to have images of outdated graphics in my head, but I figured I might as well be sociable to the guy, since I am staying at his place (apparently). He turns on the T.V., and it turns out the game that we're playing on the N64 is actually a Basketball game. I didn't really care too much about it, but it was a good time killer. The graphics were actually pretty decent, dare I even say better than actual N64 graphics. For the game itself, we were playing in an indoor Basketball stadium, and I think some of the characters' heads were a little bigger than their actual body. I think one of the teams we were using were wearing white outfits and long black socks. I can't remember much of who won or lost, and I could care less. The guy disappears, and I assume he's just going out to get something, and then the dream shifts to where I'm outside again. It's not night time anymore, but close to it, and I can still see the sun on the horizon. I'm standing on the light brown sandy ground surface I mentioned before when I was following the Asian man. There are a few vehicles that look like your 1960s type of small trucks and cars passing by me. I wasn't sure how these people were able to distinguish the proper lanes to be on, since I couldn't see any lines that would majorly help with preventing accidents. I see the house that I was in before the dream shift, and I immediately start running to get there. I see a vehicle coming to my direction going diagonally on my right side, which leads me to assume the driver will keep going that path. I run a little faster from this assumption, and she nearly runs me over. I pause for a moment, turned around to look back at the idiot trying to run me over, but I knew I couldn't do anything about it. The reason being is that when she was driving, she was either so lifeless to not know where she's going, or she's being too careful to where she's not actually paying attention to the area she's driving at. I somehow jump up on top of the same house that's elevated through long wooden beams, or maybe I climbed a ladder, not too sure on that. I noticed the dream environment changes into night time again instead of being in the onset of it. The place is empty, and I'm still outside of the small house. It has a square walkway for you to see things outside before actually going into the house. After looking around for a little while, I see a HUGE dog that looks like an Alaskan dog, or at least a hybrid of it. I thought I would feel afraid when it jumped up, but it seems in the back of my mind that I met this dog before. I even presumed that this was the Asian man's pet as well, and I tried to get its attention by saying, "Hey boy!" But it doesn't pay attention to me, it simply passes by me and jumps down where I went up. I felt a little disappointed because the dog had this energy that it could be playful and fun to be around. As soon as it jumps off the place I went up, it's like the bottom area was saturated with darkness, and I could not visualize where the dog was going to go. This prompts me to go back inside of the small house, since it's getting a little too dark out here. Everything is quiet, and I walk a little bit to hear someone talking. The voice sounds like teenager girl, maybe 16 years of age, or at least close to my age of being 18. By the sound of things, she's arguining with her mother, or an older relative. I can't recall her visage well enough unfortunately, but I do remember her wearing a small green hoodie jacket with fairly long strings on the sides to tighten or loosen it. She had long and beautiful Platinum Blonde hair. I see there's some food on the table she has her hand resting on, and as I get closer to her, I hear the sounds of the older relative yelling at her. I finally glance over to see that it's a tall redheaded lady. She's wearing a long green or gray jacket. She has glasses on, and she has a fancy hairstyle. It's hard to describe it, but here goes. From her forehead, the hair is slightly cut off to be in a straight form, and then the sides of her are short, but both of them have depth and a nice orange shine to them. She immediately silences herself when she sees me, probably because it felt awkward to continue yelling while a guest is here. I actually felt I was in the wrong house, but the mother of the girl didn't seem to mind my presence here. The mother seems to be embarrassed that I heard her yell at her daughter, and she turns around probably to go into house clothing. After that small drama, I look at the food near the girl on the table. It seems to be some huge sausage with hot dog buns made with white flour. It's inside of a small paper tray, so I guess they went out to buy the food. I take a small bite out of it. I can't remember the taste though, but I guess it must've tasted pretty good. It realize that we're in the kitchen, and the lights above are the only ones on at the moment. I turn to the girl, placed my hand on her shoulder, and declared to her with confidence, "You can do it." She asks me what I meant by this, but by the time I could make a response, I forget what happens next. _________________________07.20.2012Cafeteria Round Table (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm sitting down at a round table in a High School I attended before. Everything outside of the range of this table feels blurry, so I let myself focus on what's in range of my peripheral and main direction of vision. To my left is a girl name Sarah, the same Sarah that accepted my request to sit by her and her friends in lunch, since I moved to that High School in waking life, and needed people to hang around with so I wouldn't look like a social outcast. I'm wearing long black pants, a gray shirt, and my black winter jacket. Sarah has her attention to me, but it seems I'm ignoring her. I'm still looking at her with my peripheral vision, and it seems she's smiling at me. She holds this facial expression a little longer until it's just her mouth being neutral. I couldn't say anything to her or the person to the right of me. The person to the right of me is Joel, someone that used to question why I didn't talk to others in the tennis team in waking life. He's looks depressed....like he usually is. It's time for everyone to leave and go to their next class. As I'm getting out of my chair, there seems to be something in the way of me and Joel's path. I think it's just a small backpack where you just pull the string to tighten it, and I kick somewhere out of the way. Joel looks down to try and move it, but he sees I already took care of that, and he goes back to looking all depressed and ignoring me again. I guess this dream was just portraying proof of how quiet I was at the table when I was a senior in High School....oh well.
Updated 07-21-2012 at 05:04 AM by 47756
07.20.2012Missed Flight and Blind Rage (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm inside of a two story house, and right now, I can tell that it's already night time, or at least early morning where it's still dark outside. It feels like I'm at my uncle's house, except with a few modifications to it. The house, at least the top floor, is a little bigger than normal, because it isn't split off to where there's two different floors, it's just one big floor linking to several rooms. It feels like we went out to some kind of party or at least went to a fancy restaurant. I go inside a room that's apparently the guest bedroom for me, and I look over to my left to see a Black TV Cable box. I look at the time passively, not really double-checking if it's going to alter. It's in green digital font, and the time was around 5:37 AM or 5:57 AM. I had a feeling that I had a flight to go that would depart around 7:45 AM I think, and I felt too tired to even care. Bad idea... As I'm drifting to sleep, I wake up around 7 something AM in the dream, and then the awareness that I'm not going to make my flight back home starts coming back to me. I panic a little, because I would have to contact my father that I couldn't make my flight. And then I would have to worry on what he's going to say to that, wondering what kept me back and blah blah blah blah blah blah..... I decided that it can't be helped, so I thought about having it re-booked instead, and I can always tell him later on. I honestly didn't really care too much oh whether or not my father knows I missed my flight because I overslept. I shift my focus back to being in the house, and as I'm getting up, I get another feeling that I was working on two drawings before. I keep walking on the top floor until I see a table in the middle with two mini sized poster paper with portraits of myself. One drawing was me posed as if I'm drawing something with my head down, and the other one.......I can't remember what it was exactly. I think I come back to those two drawings, and I look back to the first one I described. I take a good look at it, and the details start becoming more vivid and clear. It looks like I did the drawing myself, and I tried not to touch it too much because it was a graphite drawing, and didn't want the lead smearing on my finger. I look at the drawing closely again, and I see a blue ink mark. I get pissed....someone either did this out of spite, or was completely fucking clueless when they wanted to see if a pen had ink in it and needed a paper to test it. My rage gradually builds up, and I feel like I'm grinding my teeth while keeping my mouth closed. I started to make assumptions of who could have done it. I shift my focus to my Uncle's sons, and I realized that "J" couldn't have done it, since I had a feeling he told me he didn't do it. Then I try to find "D," trying to suppress my rage until the time was right. I calmly ask him if he was the one who marked on the drawing. I wasn't cognizant of his mother being close to him at the moment, and he told me that he did do it. What made it worse is that he said it in a passive tone, as if it wasn't a big deal at all. .............................................. I don't remember what I said exactly, but I know I screamed at him and asked him what the hell is wrong with him. Then I remember that my Uncle probably heard all of this. I tried calming down quickly, because I hear my Uncle footsteps. I wasn't worried on how he would respond, it's just that I didn't want him to see me pissed off, since I always had a calm demeanor and respectful tone towards my uncle and his family. My Uncle comes closer to me and asks me what I would like for breakfast, seems he didn't really hear what I said to "D." I'm still trying to get out of the thought process of worrying that my Uncle would be concerned on why I screamed at D, and after a few seconds, I calmed down completely. I told my Uncle I would like some Pancakes, and a few other things I can't remember, since I still had my mind on calming down with the mark on the drawing. My uncle leaves, and then I shift my attention back at "D" and his mother. His mother changes the conversation immediately, and she's talking about something. This is the part that confuses me, I'm not sure if someone else explains it to her, or if she's explaining it to me. I also have thoughts about missing the airport flight, and I get a mental image of several air planes outside at an airport, and seeing several flags hanging on tilted poles. I regain focus on the two people in front of me. I'm going to assume that there's a dream shift now, because things feel out of synch right now. I believe a blonde female, probably around her early 30s is talking to me on how she paid for college. She declared to me that the funding was based on how well she did in her courses, the higher the grade, the more likely she would receive more funding to pay for tuition and other expenses. There was a specific scholarship where you had to at least have 3 100s in your current semester of courses, which elevated the difficulty of being eligible for the award in the first place. The blonde female shows me that she was able to get it easily. I think she managed to get 6 100s or something like that. Okay lady, I'm glad you did well and all that, but I don't see how petting your ego is relevant to adding anything to my own knowledge.....sigh... _________________________ 07.20.2012Old Camera (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I go inside of a room, and it's really dull and boring in here. I see there's a dark brown shelf with a nice wood layering to it. However, the insides of the shelf looked old and dust, and I peek to see what's contained in the shelf. I think someone is behind me, but I don't pay attention at all of their presence. I see a Camera bag inside, and I immediately take it. I slowly opened it, because I had a feeling something would crawl out, especially if the zipper for the bag was slightly opened to let little critters go in it. I take the camera out, and this looks like one of those non-digital cameras. That was the initial thought until I turned it on. The screen behind it flashed, and then there's just a blank bright screen that's on. I didn't pay attention to the fact that it wasn't gathering light from the lenses to show its focus. I look back into the insides of the shelf, and I see a slightly smashed cockroach. -________- For some odd reason, even though the camera bag was opposite of the dead cockroach, I didn't want to touch the left side of the Camera, because I had a feeling the cockroach was contained in the bag somehow. I really can't believe I'm going this far to describe what it was like to take out a camera from a bag..... _________________________ 07.20.2012New Classroom (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I go inside a classroom, and I try to find a seat. There aren't many people there as yet, and when you go into the class by entering it to your right, if you stick you arm out as if you're going to spread both of them out to make a snow angel or something, the seats were parallel to the direction of your arm. The desks were very flat and gray, with a nice shine to them, seems things are pretty new in this classroom, or the janitors know how to clean well. I wanted to sit at the back of the classroom, and since there was a weird seat arrangement for a classroom with a small surface area, sitting in the middle wouldn't be ideal, especially if there were seats on both sides of the desk. Then I realized that I never been to this class before, and I look at the teacher, and he's a tall dark skinned man wearing glasses. I think he glances at me to see who I was, and I take out a paper out of my backpack with my schedule on it to eventually show the teacher. While I'm in the process of picking up my black backpack, I see with my peripheral vision that an Asian girl is looking at me. She looks a lot like one girl on the tennis team I used to be in the last High School I attended. Let's call her Angelina, since I doubt she's going to find this information in the first place. I don't know why Angelina is paying attention to me, maybe because she didn't expect me to be in the classroom in the first place. I go up to the teacher, and I quickly hand him my schedule to show proof that this is the right class that I'm in. He nods and acknowledges this, and I go back to choosing a seat. More people start coming in, and some even put their backpacks on the desk and left for a while to confirm that's the seat they wanted. Damn it, and they took the good seats, especially the seat that was near the door to leave the class. I tried to look for other seats near the side of the door, since there was a better walkway to quickly leave the glass. I guess it's just a habit for me to speculate on this because I wanted to make sure I was early to class a lot in High School. More people start coming in, and it gets more complicated trying to find a seat, and I didn't want to sit next to people who had a seat saved for their friend. I had no choice but to go to the back section of the seating arrangement, but fortunately, I was able to get a vacant seat that was at the corner of the side with the walkway to the door. A girl two seats to the right of me is saving a seat that's on the right of me. The girl she's saving the seat for is Hannah, and to my surprise, she looks exactly like the Hannah I had for my World history class when I was a sophomore in High School. Hannah has her hair tied back, and she's wearing a pink shirt that looks like the ones cheerleaders in high school would wear to show school spirit or something. After everyone finds their new seat, the teacher begins by having these helmet parts handed out to us. You know those small race cars you have to turn the gear constantly, and then let it go on a flat surface to make it drive automatically until the gears you turned reached their end? It felt like being in Pre-K or something, and the teacher's impatience with the class not following his instructions for this weird assignment made it even more hilarious, at least it was when I'm recalling it. One helmet part had a mini ramp going down or up, I can't remember, it was like a slide. We had to attach this helmet on our heads, and somehow arrange the racing car on top, turn the gears a bit, and then wait for it to land on the desk from the ramp it's on. Weird assignment, and it would've been fun if the teacher didn't go bi-polar on us. I don't remember anything after that, but I do remember a dream fragment related to High School. I'm walking in the hallway, and it seems it must be break time for students with a specific schedule. Everyone is hanging out with their friends by the lockers on the sides of the hallway, and I hear someone say "Brandon." I didn't pay attention to them, because I felt it wasn't meant for me, but every time they said "Brandon," it was as if someone was yanking an invisible chain on my ankle, tempting me to turn around to see who it was. That's all I remember. I guess the recall is okay, considering I woke up to do some small things that kind of skewed the recall a bit. I really do need to get into the habit again of only focusing on writing my dreams, and completely eradicating all logic of daily life when I have that opportunity of not being distracted at all.
Supplement Dose: 3.6 mg Hypericin (1200 mg St. John's Wort extract), 3 York Peppermint Patties Blahhhh.... So, the beginning of this night was rather unpleasant. Perhaps hastily, I ingested four St. John's wort capsules which were standardized to contain 0.9 mg of hypericin per 300 mg of extracted plant matter, as I've experimented with St. John's wort before and had very trippy dreams from it (though the active I'm more interested in is hyperforin, got some of that on it's way too ). However, four is a rather large dose, and though I was mainly aiming for the NMDA antagonist effects of the hypericin, I suppose I could've taken into account the other possible actives in the extract.... I had a good bit of insomnia and stomach pains (which the peppermint patties may have contributed to), and after a few hours of sleep with no solid dreams I had to get up and use the bathroom, which was... not fun at all. I was certainly feeling the effects of the hypericin as well, as when I woke up I was slightly dissociated. All of my senses were more euphoric than normal, but also more dulled or distant (this may be hard to comprehend correctly if you don't have experience with dissociatives). It felt nice at first, but didn't do much for me overall. It also stood in the way of my progress to help force myself to fall asleep again, with a little (perhaps menthol-assisted) help from my body's natural processes. I got started but the sensations weren't strong enough to keep me going, and I was slightly anesthetized so I wasn't able to get anywhere with it. *sigh* Eventually, I did fall asleep, and I started the night out with a strange fragment, followed by a fairly surreal dream with a slight hint of mint, so that's nice at least. I wanted to stay asleep for longer and try to suck more out of the dose, but my physiology wasn't putting up with it after I woke up from the last one, so I just decided to get up. Man, I would love to be able to get some hypericin by itself and not have to go through that again! But, what're you going to do? Oh well, here's my dreams for the night. Dream Fragment - I was doing cocaine in the back of a high school class that had a substitute teacher with my old friend SN with help from PR, this guy I knew since elementary school. ("With help from"...? Not exactly sure what that implies now, but it's in the notes.) Afterwards I was disposing of the evidence (notes: "favorite tin") and dropped my phone in the trash by mistake, and then people kept throwing more trash in on top of it before I could get it out. D: An Unfocused Night [Non-Lucid] There was a lot going on in this dream, and I'm pretty sure I was with O for a lot of it at the beginning, but my first clear memory comes in at the top of a tall building in Las Vegas in some kind of suite with some of my family members and my dad's friend Px (I think?). Mainly what I remember is that we were smoking weed, and I had brought my own but they wanted to smoke theirs first, and I was telling them about how O and I had just come here to Vegas twice in the last three days just to relax and to take some extensive English course that was over in literally two days to get those college credits out of the way. I believe my cousin P then came up to me and started showing me some new Mario game that I had thought was just a port of Super Mario 64, but it turned out to be a legitimate remake with new graphics and features and all of this stuff, and it was on the Nintendo DS. The game zoomed in to take up my entire perception, and I could see now that it actually took place at a modified version of my old middle school. Of course, that didn't strike me as too odd at the time. Mario was basically just running around and doing wall jumps all over the place, and somewhere down the line (I saw a lot of the game but don't remember much of it now) the narrating voice changed from my cousin P to my other cousin (P's younger sister) K. I told her that she should go wall jump way up to the top of some tower which I was apparently aware of from the original game, even though there was no such structure in it. She gets up there and... it's kind of a weird area where you can see windows and a church bell or something outside and it was sunny outside, and where we were was waaaay high up above the ground on a floating platform, and around the rim of the room (with just a little space extending outward from the walls) there were lots of newborn babies in the kinds of cribs they get right when they're first born, at the hospital. Suddenly K and I were actually here in the room with them, and as the panel was small and she was the one who knew what she was doing, I was standing behind her and holding on to her waist as not to fall off. This is where the mentholy libido feeling kicked in, not because of my cousin (thankfully ) but because I was suddenly aware that I was wearing a sexy nurse outfit, and I was struck with that sort of "pure" feeling that's been discussed in the experiment thread and I just wanted to mother all of the babies in the room and make sure they were all happy. >w< I'm wondering if the feeling may have caused the dream to become less stable (since in all of my other menthol dreams it actually woke me up), because things unfocused for a minute and then kind of refocused at my house, in my parents' bedroom. I was apparently playing the game on the DS alone now, and some guy who I don't recognize came into the room. I told him briefly about the game and then asked him if there was anyone else (who?) left in the house, and he said no. We also had these sugary colored dough ball things that I perceived as being Japanese candies at the time, and they were delicious! We were eating them to just kind of pass the time and break the tension since we didn't really know each other, and he was watching something on my parents' TV (a sports game maybe?), and I asked him if he wanted to go out somewhere and get some real food, my treat. He said yes but in a way that made it seem like he thought I was joking, which I recognized at the time but I still went to change into a bit more formal-casual clothes. I went back into the room and said something like "Alright, let's go!" and he looked at me a bit surprised, trying to back out of it then but I told him he already said yes. He just seemed embarrased because he didn't expect me to actually pay for him, or something like that. I asked him where he wanted to go, and after much debating I believe he settled on "anywhere with cucumbers". We walked out into the kitchen briefly so he could grab his stuff, and while we were out there I saw a teenage mutant ninja turtle walking around. I don't know which one is who, but it was the one with the blue headband. We headed out the front door and I noticed that it was nighttime and the neighborhood was fairly covered in snow, which looked really nice. I ended up trying to lock the door with the wrong key first, but then I switched the right one. The guy started walking out towards my car, but then I woke up.
07.12.2012Pissing off my Father (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I think I'm in a bedroom with my father, and I start to gradually piss him off by just telling him how much he doesn't pay attention to what he says to me. I don't know why there's any point in me doing this honestly, but the more I tell him off without him being able the respond, the more he starts bottling up his emotions. But I keep picking his brains some more, and he can't contain himself anymore. He doesn't do anything to me, all he can do is just stand there. I think he takes out a few belts, and I just stand there for a while to see what's going to happen. I have my hands to my hips for a while staying quiet, then I got bored and left him. I think I see my mother, lol, and it seems she eavesdropped on the conversation, and she remained quiet. I didn't really need to say anything to her, it's like she was just a filler for this dream or something. My father didn't say anything to me after I told him off. _________________________ 07.12.2012Party in Classroom (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm sitting in a class that has seats set up on an upwards slope. It felt a little awkward, but the seats were securely attached to the slope. I sit there for a while doing something, probably listening to random students converse with each other. Then I decided to leave for a little bit for something. When I came back, it seems it's a party in here, I hear some music that's fit for some kind of mini-rave party, and I think I even see a disco ball floating around somewhere, or maybe it's just me. I had a mental map of which seat I was sitting in before I left, and someone takes my spot. I didn't mind, and found another vacant seat. _________________________ 07.12.2012Cooking in the Computer (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I walk into a classroom that I used to be in middle school before, and I see a group of people getting ready to play some cards. My middle school Science teacher was there as well, so I guess everyone was finished with finals for him to allow something like that. I get closer to these group of people, and then I think my Science teacher suggests I should try out some online Cooking Session, something like that. I didn't really pay attention to the computer monitor, and something about the teacher made me feel weird.
Updated 07-12-2012 at 04:11 PM by 47756
07.05.2012Obama and Sneezing (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm walking in a High School, I don't have a shirt on, and I feel kind of disturbed about this, but I never really looked down to see how my stomach looked like. I'm passing through a small hallway on the side of a cafeteria. I think I went to get something from my bicycle, not sure what it was. I go back inside the school with a shirt on, it was white and the pictures and words were a bit degraded. I would say it's exactly like the white shirt I have in waking life that has some of the plastered picture chipped off. I go upstairs, walking at a reasonable rate, and once I reach the top, I see Obama. I pretty much treat this as a normal thing and continued by going left. I think I had to go to the bathroom to blow my nose or something. There's a small dream shift to where some dream character who looks like he's a bully is showing me something. He isn't trying to bully me, in fact, he looks like he's trying to become friends with me. He was a little creepy looking for me, but I didn't really mind him being around. He eventually goes away, and then I get some brown paper towels, and I start blowing my nose really hard. Surprised I didn't wake up with snot. I get more paper towels because I feel that most of it didn't come out, even though I had the sensation that most did come out already. Guess I wanted to double-check. I look at myself in the mirror, but not my whole visage. I already had my head up to see what's inside of my nose. There's this huge white blob inside, and I wanted other people to see it for some odd reason. And then I see Obama again at some point in this dream again, but I had the same passive reaction as before. OH MY GOD GUYS, LOOK AT THE SNOT IN MY NOSE!! ISN'T IT COOL? ...................................what a shit dream._________________________07.05.2012Jumping on Panels (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I only remember jumping down on some panels, and some moved around a bit. The bottom was an abyss, and I had situations where I almost get into the abyss itself. When that happened, I think the dream resets to a certain point. Then I remember seeing someone like Spike from Cowboy Bebop and I think Naked or Solid Snake from the MGS series..... Boring.
Updated 07-05-2012 at 05:52 PM by 47756
Lately I haven't put anything in my online DJ. I think it's good to rewrite my dreams as it helps with the whole awareness thing (and the other stuff). Two or three days ago on the forum I asked if it was ok to write just points of my dreams and recall the rest from memory. They had a good point: "If you only write down points in your dream, you will train yourself to just remember points of your dream when you wake up. You should write down as much as possible if you want to have a better dream recall." So that's what I should do to become better at LDing. If I can't write down everything when I wake, than just write something, and later in the day (when I'm a bit more awake but still earlier in the day) write the everything. ... And just so you know, I writing stuff down like this helps me to actually do it. I don't care if it's entertaining for you to read. ; -> So now I'm going to list my dreams from my paper DJ. (In chronological order) I had a dream I was flutter tonguing really well on my Oboe. I think I was in my room. Another dream started in third person view: I watched myself enter my house. I had just got back from high school. (It was the summer thought.) The next thing I remember waking (not third person any more) around in my house going from room bedroom to bedroom. The ceilings were all slanted, it was a different type of architecture from what it is in waking life. Few nights later I had a dream that I was partaking in a scene from the Hunger Games movie. I was on stage and Katniss was there to. It was the scene from the interviews. The funny thing was the fact that the stage was my bathroom with two of the walls removed. Katniss, a big fat man, and someone else was there. It was a tribute, but I can't recall who it looked like. Katniss was staring (or talking to the people) but very stationary like she was preoccupied by something. I looked out and saw the crowd and I saw camera flashes and lights. I saw people, but just there shapes. They were far away and unlit. I started talking to the fat man. The stage is still my bathroom. Next thing that happens is everyone on stage (the four of us including me) are shaking hands. I shake hands with the big guy, but Katniss and the big guy keep reaching out to shake hands but can't seem to shake hands. (Imagine that they are blindfolded. That's a good way to describe it..) I grab both of there hands and force them together. The big guy thanked me. I don't know what happened next. (Btw, the big guy had a white goatee.) Another night after that, I had a dream I was watching a simulation of a big skyscraper being constructed and deconstructed, well kind of. It had a beige exterior and a lot a light blue glass windows. Two of the four sides had glass windows and the other pair (opposite each other) indented inward.. I don't know how to explain it well. (I drew a picture but don't fell like uploading it.) Anyways, there was a square cap of the top of the skyscraper. It looked nice. Those two walls that I mentioned that were indented in keep having another "extension" of the building that was added to the side and then quickly removed floor by floor or block by block. The dream itself was short, but different what anything before. And lastly, yesterday night I had a dream that I was with one of my friends. The place was my high school. Many things were different about it most noticeably it becomes a freaken huge maze of hallways and doors in some of my dreams. Some of them are in the "more normal school layout", but others like this one are in this freaken huge labyrinth! It's fun just thinking about it. There is A LOT to this dream. It built off of the layout of a previous dream. The previous dream I mentioned was a long time ago. To sum it up, I mistook my high schools swim club for the swim team. This was after navigating a submerged labyrinth (it was a labirinth of changing rooms delapidated sumerged rooms, and submerged weight rooms for the most part... and and bathrooms and arching halls connecting everything.) My math teacher was in charge of the swim team that I mistook for the swim club. Needless to say, I hoped in the water, the race started, and I came in last. (Other parts of the dream world include above ground hallways and the only room I remember coming to is a bathroom.) In the dream from yesterday, I was with one of my friends and we were carrying kayak paddles. I oped a metal door and a teacher on the other side deemed what we were doing to dangerous. Other teachers soon appeared/came and they were debating if we should get in "a lot of trouble". I wakled up to them and said some stuff to persuade them. The dream ended before a consensuses arrived.
Dream Fragment - "SA, M maybe?, and someone else... reminiscing." Dream Fragment - "Humanoid ants made of shit taking over the classroom, Mrs. K and R (from that class) and such."
07.03.2012DV Forum Art (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID There was a member what was afraid about something related to art. I responded to try and make them feel a little better._________________________ 07.03.2012Lunch with No Utensils (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm walking inside a fairly huge building that seems to represent a High School, or at least, a Middle School since it felt like one I've been to in waking life, but just with a different layout. I don't literally go to the cafeteria, there's some kind of table on the side with all sorts of food that looked very enticing. I think there was Lasagna and all sorts of things in front. The problem is, there aren't any utensils available. There was more food behind, and to get there, there was this small slope you would have to go up to see the rest. The food behind was horrible, I swear I saw dead fish being popping out of a wide gray metal tray with some weird-looking liquid, even with some bubbles forming around the fish. To the right of me, in the same section behind the fancy food, there's some rice, but the utensil for it looks like someone licked it already. Are you freaking kidding me? I forget who I asked, but my question was if they can get someone who has knives so we can cut and put some of the better food in front on our plates. They said sure, and I follow them just to make sure they don't disappear. It seems they're headed to the gym lockers, and I'm wondering why would they would need to go there for a knife. This isn't looking too well for me. I forget what happens next._________________________ 07.03.2012A Gay Poster (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Okay, maybe not a decent title for this dream. I'm inside of a lecture room, the flooring has a dark carpet texture, and the walls themselves are shades of blue as well, only way lighter than the carpet itself. There are some small posters hanging in a horizontal row on the walls. And there were a few on the ground as well, and I think I'm here to help pick the up along with a few other people as well. I look at one of the posters, two of them in fact, and they're both identical. They have a picture of a female, but I can't remember how she looked like exactly. I think she was wearing a latex suit. Apparently, there's some words above her picture that assumed she was gay. I wouldn't care about this at all, but I felt like there was a staff member in the next room to the right, and to confirm that, I had a spectator perspective again and saw some old man in classes in the next room. I start panicking because I want to hide these insulting posters from the man's view if he comes into this room. I quickly look left and right, and I think I find a stapler, and I start covering the poster with the ones on the floor, since they seemed to be more appropriate. I follow someone again, and I don't know for what exactly, maybe to try and paint over something. You'll see what I mean very shortly. =P I'm following someone by the name of "Pacify State," and I realize that the person looks like a Runescape Character. Anyway, the reality shifts back to normal again instead of the game, and I believe me or someone else sprayed a section on a ground somewhere outside. It ended up being a lewd anime spray painting. I think I gaze on it for a while, and I forget what I do next._________________________ 07.03.2012Scantron Fail & Algorithm (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm in a Biology Class lecture room, and the professor and his assistants are giving out grades for an exam. I get worried because I have not received mine as yet. Eventually, everyone get theirs, and I get up to go in front to find what's wrong. The professor, who looks like the prof I had my first semester freshmen year for Biology, holds up a pink exam sheet with a letter grade with a circle around it in red ink. I assume it's mine because I'm the only one who is going up front. The professor basically calls me out in front of all of these people, and I thought I received a "F" for the exam, and while in that thought process, I cover my face with my hands in shame as I get closer to the professor. I finally put my hands down, and find the grade is a "C." I felt WAY better seeing that, but even with that, the professor adds more mental injury by declaring that's the grade I would've gotten if I filled out the scantron. So I guess I only filled the answers on the pink exam sheet and not the scantron. I literally drop on my side to the floor feeling so many mixed emotions from being pissed, depressed, helplessness, and incompetence. It really sucked going through this. I think I grabbed the sheet and walked back to my seat with my head down. I don't recall anyone laughing at me, but still, it hurt a lot, because I thought this was real. Then I believe there's a dream shift, dream reset, or maybe a dream rewind before the event I experienced. I'm back at the lecture room, and I believe I asked one girl to left of me on what's going on in the room. She declared that apparently, we have an exam tomorrow. Is it possible to shit bricks in your dream? I didn't know ANYTHING about this, and the day in the dream felt like a Monday.....I was thinking "How is this possible?" and thinking about it now, we couldn't have had an exam if it was technically Monday in the dream. It would have to be on a Wednesday or Friday since this was most likely a MWF course. I literally stopped where I was, still shocked from this, and thinking how the hell I'm going to study for this exam. That shouldn't have been traumatic, since I studied at the last minute anyway in most classes. Lmao. Which is why I need to change that this coming semester. Anyway, the professor declared something related to an algorithm, but he used a different word instead, so I didn't know what he meant. I asked someone what that means, and they said it was an algorithm. The person who told me this had an Afro, and fairly tall, and looked a lot like someone I knew in High School in waking life. I didn't even bother to speculate why he's at my college if he doesn't even attend on in waking life. Apparently, when the professor talked about the algorithm, lecture time was up, and everyone started to leave the room.
Supplement Dose: 36.4 mg Menthol (Cough Drops) #1 - The Lust Returns [DILD] There was something going on in the beginning of the dream that I can't quite remember, but we were in a huge auditorium with multiple floors of seatings, and I was up on the second floor (which was kind of like a balcony overlooking the stage). There was a massive amount of people there, which is perhaps notable because I'm usually not in crowds this big unless I've taken some kind of dream enhancer. All I really remember about this part of the dream was that we had some kind of instructors or someone who was watching after us, I'm pretty sure my old friend S was there, and someone had pissed me off and subsequently was moved closer to the edge of the balcony, further away from me. Somehow, I think when I was turning to face the crowd behind me, the scene turned into a classroom. I almost want to say there was some strange 2D video game screen that flashed in between this, but my recollection of it is very hazy.... Anyway, once I was in the classroom I pretty much immediately became lucid. I looked at the screen which was pulled down and had the projector turned on, and there were very readable words on it but it was entirely gibberish, and I didn't really make an effort to remember any of it, though it was funny. I surveyed the class and noticed that everything was in extremely high detail, and the dream hadn't required any stabilization at all. That's nifty, usually things are falling apart for me by now. A bunch of the kids in the class had drinks, so I decided to do a taste test. I tried three different drinks, all of which were delicious. I want to say that one of them looked vaguely orange juice-like, and I think at least one or both of the others was/were soda. I return to the front of the classroom and say "Someone go get me lunch!", deciding that I wanted to try some food now too. This girl in the back of the class stands up and cheerily says "I'll do it! " Awww, she's cute. >w< I say that I'm going to hug her first on her way out and I basically jump up and wrap myself around her. So warm and soft. Suddenly my libido starts shooting up HARD. Oh no, this again! It was much stronger than last night too, so maybe it is a normal menthol effect for me.... The feeling just keeps rising and I'm not sure how much longer I can take it, I'm honestly afraid that I'm just about to explode. I squeeze the girl tighter... and then the dream fades, and I wake up. Intense. X) Dream Fragment - Apparently I said something on DV about how not everyone wants to be rich, and tommo was doubting if it was true.
These are just a few old dreams that I haven't taken the time to log yet, figured I should get them out of the way. The first two happened on the same night, but the third one was a different time. Unfortunately I don't remember them very much, but it is what it is. :T #1 - Drugs Are Bad, Mkay [Non-Lucid] O and I were in class, and apparently the class was about how bad weed is for you.... We ended up staying after class and smoking weed. But what I do remember is that the teacher was so adamant about how terrible drugs are and so on and so forth, and then out of nowhere she suddenly started acting all fiendish and talking about how she needed her OxyContin to get through the day or she'd go insane, and she yanked the pill bottle out of her drawer and popped one. At the time I thought it was so funny that I started laughing like Shion except happy. I honestly couldn't stop, I had to grab on to nearby objects for support because it was knocking the wind out of me. Later on the dream gets a little hazier and less structured, what I wrote down was "something about a hotdog, a boyfriend, and a gay manager or producer or something?" Hmmm.... #2 - Some Kind Of War [DILD] This one I really don't remember at all, which kind of sucks because it sounds really interesting. This is what I have written up on my phone: "Shopping district bomb supposed to go off but doesn't, the country backed out of some political thing, families are fleeing and I'm with O and others. Lots of active DCs like PZ but can't remember much now, stealing A's (self-hint: old) car (supposedly) that we found abandoned, with some pretty metallic orange heels for me to put on right next to it. ^_^ The dream fading away in the car made me lucid and I tried to save it, but it was too late." False Awakening - "Transitioned to a false awakening where I wrote the whole thing down in a notepad." #3 - The Weed Restaurant [Non-Lucid] I was in Las Vegas at a casino with O, and we were going to some in-casino restaurant where all of the food was made from weed. SD (game shop) was out front somewhere, and PR was sitting at the table with us. When I sat down I accidentally moved the table, which was on wheels, and a girl who was sitting there also spilled her water and got mad at me. Afterwards O showed up again and started telling me how he broke his leg or something making a really stupid decision. If I remember correctly, he tied his leg up with an American flag so that it was always being held back in the air, and then with his one remaining leg he leaped off of a cabinet or desk on to the ground, and his leg gave out and he slammed into something, injuring the other one. ._. Though he looked perfectly fine at the time, and was walking with both legs. In the meantime, he was totally chowing down on all of the food. We had water and fries and cheese sticks so far I think, all with weed in them. I wanted to order some mini-churros, but I never got to try them. >w< Also, I'm pretty sure that the cheese sticks were just like the basic thing they bring out and refill over and over whenever you run out, like chips at a Mexican restaurant or bread at most Italian places... which is pretty awesome. Basically, my last thought before waking up while listening to O's story and watching him stuff his face was "Oh god, we're going to be so fucking high."
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