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    1. February 13, 2018 Non Lucid

      by , 02-13-2018 at 05:55 PM (Deep Inside The Lucid Dreamer's Subconscious)
      I was on James Madison University's campus. It was at this building called ISAT which was a dorm in the dream. I'm walking up to it and I'm thinking about how I have an interview after my two classes so I'll have to dress up. I get on the elevator and it's taking me to different floors but not the right ones. At some point it brings me to a bathroom and I'm changing but I only really have my socks with no shoes on.

      The elevator expands in size and now I'm with a group of people going up to interview with companies. I look across the elevator and see this guy named Hayden h. We greet each other. The elevator stops at the top floor and we get off and go into this massive lobby that sort of looked like a big dining hall. There's a bunch of empty chairs as we go to sit down. I remember Dana was there. I go and sit next to Hayden awkwardly and I see Lauren Oc to the left of him. I greet her but she looks at me like I am strange.

      My name gets called but it is really fucked up. It sounded like "ussussell susanson" or something like that. I turn around and follow a girl into a conference room where I see there's a couches forming a circle. I sit down as she's telling me to sit in another seat but I didn't realize what she said at first. So then I realize she wanted me to sit somewhere else so I was apologizing. I get into the correct seat worried about what she is going to ask me. More and more people from the company start joining the interview and now I realize it's like a group interview. I get up to shake hands with the people but my jacket was too long and I just couldn't produce a good handshake. The woman to the left of me has a named tag that says "Timothy" and then a last name and she's telling me her name is "Timothy the something" and I'm trying to repeat back but I don't think I'm correct. I'm completely bombing this interview.

      My last dream I'm lifeguarding at KC lakeview pool with no other workers helping me. Abbie is there in the pool and I'm guarding her. Slowly there's more kids in the pool and I'm starting to get outnumbered. I go over to the deep end and sit on that stand. There's more people coming in. I get out and quickly go over to test the water which is in this massive bucket instead of the small test kit. The owner walks in from the right and asks how the water is. I run back over to the deep end and continue guarding. A young man walks up to the other stand and sits down. I ask myself who that is and one of the kids in the pool answers that he's a new guard.

      So I'm guarding pretty much the entire pool because I don't trust that kid. There's a lot going on. Now there's two diving boards in the deep end. There's kids jumping off when there's kids already in the deep end which is against the rules. I'm looking around the pool and seeing all kinds of rules being broken none of which the kid is helping me out on. There's people doing fake dives and real dives all over the place. I start to yell at the kids in the deep end. They aren't really listening. Most of them are my neighbors when they were young kids. I sit a kid out while I try to explain to him what was wrong. The young man walks over to me and I start to freak because he wasn't watching the other end, but turns out Johnny b. came in and is now on that stand.

      I jump off stand and tell the young man to watch those kids breaking rules and sit out the kid I had to yell at if he did anything. I walk to my right around the pool. In the corner of the pool I see this massive rat that the kids are playing with. It comes out of the gutter and runs towards me. I'm not even afraid, in fact I was treating it as a dog and slowly petting it as it was getting closer and running around me.

      I go out to the outside of the pool area into the parking lot. People are star gazing. Looking up, I see this face in the stars that was awesome, but I soon realized it was someone with a projector making the face into the sky. I walk back into the entrance and there's my boss with a bunch of other parents in the alcove. I say some words to them and then go back in. There is now a diving board lined up on top of the concrete jumping into the concrete. This guy wearing black shorts and a black/yellow cap first throws a massive dorito chip that shatters into many pieces in front of the board, and then dives head first into it. I kneel down next to him and yell at him for doing it saying it made me look back but then I decided to just let him do it again. There's a young kid on the board that I shoo off and the man gets back on the board and gives me this look like "hey you let me do this again."
    2. Mzzkc's Mind Games

      by , 08-27-2015 at 06:42 AM (Mzzkc's Mind Games)
      Yeah, here's another. First time trying to convey multi-threaded perspective dreams. Let me know how I did. =P

      BARE-BONES ENTRY OF MEDIOCRITY

      Interview
      Google has selected me for a special interview session at one of their local facilities. I'm not thrilled about it, but I show up anyways. As I arrive at the facility, I notice the huge analog clock on the face of the building. Except, the clock doesn't tell the time. Instead, it's keeping track of the number of people in the building with IQs over 124. I raise an eyebrow at the misplaced elitism, half-wondering why they chose something so low as 124. I enter the building anyways.

      A bunch of other candidates and myself are directed to an open-floor-plan classroom on the second floor. A lecture begins. The lecturer starts going over some hex string maths and methodologies that don't make any sense. Everyone else in the class seems to understand it, but I can't be bothered to try and wrap my head around what I'm sure is nonsensical. Instead, I leave the classroom and head downstairs. However, I leave a perspective thread to follow the lecture.

      While the lecture continues in the parallel thread--and I dread being called on to answer a question--I make a stop at HR to get the benefits spiel. I figure there's no way they'll be able to match everything I enjoy at my current gig, so it'll be amusing getting the sale's pitch. They start off with the badge they had given all selectees. At this point, another thread flashes back to my research into the interview after I had received the invite. The Defcon-esque badge I'd receive for attending would be proof of my qualification, and allegedly a rather impressive resume builder. As the thread where I'm in the HR benefits pitch continues, the guy starts talking about their EEO initiatives, and I can't help wonder if the only reason I got an invite was because of affirmative action silliness.

      Eventually, the threads all re-converge on the lecture. I overhear one of the staff, the HR guy, talking about some data loss or something, and the need to track down the people who took it and bring them to justice. That sounds more interesting, so I volunteer, stepping out of the window onto the ledge. I'm quite high up, and as I lean over the concrete, the fall into the forest below looked a bit too real. My fear of heights kicks in and I start to have some doubts. Stomach fluttering, I take a breath, and calm my nerves. No way this isn't a dream, I remind myself. And if it isn't? I silently consider. Well, this'll suck then. I jump off, taking to the air, shouting back to the HR dude, "Just don't tell your boss on me, kay?" I shoot off at crazy speeds.

      Flying so fast is exhilaration, but the archetypes necessary to enable it make the control a little wonky. Nothing I can't compensate for, as I tear through the sky, over the miles of forest below.

      I spot a clearing and descend, locating the culprits. I charge up some energy in my hands, and blast them with it. The intent was fire, but due to the archetypes used to form the little globules, I end up hurling a sort of chemical foam at them. Intrigued, I made some more foam energy globules and tossed them at the crooks for the sake of experimentation. The foam burned them more aggressively than any fire could have, which honestly was a bit hard to watch as the three of them writhed in pain, screaming as the foam dissipated, sinking into their skin and leaving discolored blotch-marks. I let them run past me, not caring to continue the experiment.

      Unfortunately, I notice a T-Rex in my peripherals and teleport into forest-cover as the crooks are summarily eaten by the T-Rex...who's supposedly my teacher. Weird.

      Updated 08-27-2015 at 06:52 AM by 25167

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      Uncategorized
    3. Weird job interview

      by , 09-02-2014 at 11:42 AM (Percy's Void of Thoughts)
      02.09.2014
      Weird job interview (Non-lucid)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      For some reason, I had the opportunity to meet at a job interview for an Electronic store. I wondered why, if I already had my own successful business, but I figured I could combine both maybe. It seems that my wife was going to get interviewed as well, after me.

      As my name was called, I met with a female interviewer, but I felt she was attracted to me and tried to flirt with me. She told me that it was a full-time job paying $4 and hour and that I had to work 170 hours a month. She said that I would get paid $540 a month. I told her that it was less than $4 and hour but she told me that I had to work some free hours, but if I satisfied her sexually I would get paid more. She hired me, even though I was not sure if to sign or not.

      We went together to the parking lot, apparently, I was in a shopping mall and upon finding her car, I noticed that her husband was there as well as her mother in law and a baby chair. I had to seat next to the baby chair, even though I did not fit. I just wanted to leave.
      Tags: flirt, interview, job
      Categories
      non-lucid
    4. Whale Attack

      by , 08-26-2014 at 05:16 PM (Schmaven's Dream Journal of Randomness)
      Aboard a large ship, watching as massive wooden platforms raise and lower just above and below the ocean's water level. People are on the platforms, having paid a fee to get up close and personal with some giant whales. With a 30 foot wide mouth full of sharp teeth, I am happy I am not in the water with those beasts.

      All of the whales are ignoring the platforms, just bumping up against them as they swim around eating tiny whale food. The platforms are huge, so even though the people are knocked over, they don't fall into the water. The wooden platforms are being kept at just about knee deep in the water, rising only when hit by a passing whale. It is some sort of specialty cafe for people who want that sort of thing.

      Then I see one of the whales bite into a platform, and pull it out from under one guy. A few pieces of debris remain floating, and the guy scrambles onto another platform. All at once, the whales have turned hostile and are trying to eat all the platforms. Another guy is standing on some small bit of board, and jumps with it onto a bigger board that is stuck to a whale's back and rides it like a massive whale powered surf board. I don't see anyone getting devoured, but it still seems dangerous.

      Now aboard a helicopter sent to rescue the people in the water, we dip low enough so that the bottom of the helicopter is submerged. I am underneath the helicopter, together with about four women who have been recently rescued. All of us hold our breath as we go under. For some reason, the helicopter has to do this in order to rescue more people. It flies higher for a bit, just long enough for us all to catch our breath. Just when we start to dip toward the water again, one girl tries to radio the pilot to let everyone know it's really hard to hold our breath for so long. But before she can say much, we are underwater again. This time, there is a board right under us, and a big air bubble has briefly formed, giving us a small window to breathe again.

      Flying out from the sea, we land back on shore in part of a large military building from where the helicopters originated. We clean ourselves up and prepare to go give an interview with reporters. Some workers are cleaning the rooms. One of the rooms is mine. I go in to clean up my mess, and see a few people already at it, so I leave the work to them. I help the pilots secure their helicopters using a small electro-magnetic tool that just has to be pressed lightly against many trigger points. My dad is one of the pilots, and I want to help him out. I hear it doing something mechanical, but don't really know what. Finished with that, I walk down to make an appearance with everyone, but am stopped by a reporter and her daughter. The reporter is talking in Spanish and tells me she specializes in stories like mine. I get her to speak in English, and she writes down her address for me to contact her. With, "Guten Morgen" I wave goodbye to her.
    5. 28th Aug 2013 Random interview getting recorded in my room, Two miniLDs - Day 18

      by , 08-28-2013 at 03:00 PM (Scionox's Journal of Dreams)
      Dream recall from today's WBTB/naps.

      Dream 1(fragments):

      There was something about some concert.

      Dream 2(fragments):

      I was busy with something and got distracted. Then as i am walking through my room i feel that i am dreaming, but dream fades out shortly.

      Dream 3:

      I was at home and it was time for a nap. As i was trying to nap, developer of some game and some interviewer decided to start recording an interview in my room. As they were recording it i was still trying to fall asleep, then various stuff started getting dumped onto bed, like some magazines and weapon parts. Wait a second...
      I get up and look
      at my hands and they are kinda weird, yeah this is dream, i attempt to make my way to the window to fly out, but dream starts fading, i manage to keep it with my will for a few seconds but then it fades out entirely.

      Updated 08-28-2013 at 03:03 PM by 59854

      Categories
      false awakening , dream fragment , lucid , non-lucid
    6. Go Longhorns!

      by , 08-13-2013 at 02:00 AM
      Date: August 12, 2013
      Method: WBTB & MILD only
      Total hours of sleep time: 7-8 hours (WBTB 10 minutes)

      Dream 1
      I was being interviewed for a teaching position by a woman and I had to pretend I was teaching a Psychology course. I had the students do a group activity and while they were working on this activity, I thought that it would be a good idea for me to get on the computer. Well, I got distracted on the internet and by the time I realized I was suppose to be back teaching, the woman came back and told me just to go home (do you think she wasn't impress by my internet surfing skills??? )

      Dream 2

      I was being 'courted' by this really cute guy at the grocery store. He as stocking groceries when he caught my eye. I had on an outfit that had the University of Texas Longhorn logo all over it and he asked me what does the logo mean. For the life of me, I couldn't tell him what the logo meant. The only thing I could tell him was, "I'm from Texas."
    7. July 11, 2012 - "Back To School in UP"

      by , 08-24-2012 at 02:08 AM (The Dream Magic Experiment)
      Horse. Water. An underworld. Running. The "saved" are just watching from their safe havens, jeering on a battle. Son Goku and Vegeta, Trunks. Vegeta was absorbed by some humanoid cyborg to gain his power.

      A hallway. I was looking for someone. A guy. He gave me what I needed for the enrolment. Also, a talisman. Amulet. He told me to pray "Hail Mary" 15 times. I had quesetions but decided to go with the enrolment. I walked through the school hallways. I was happy. I'm back in school. Schedules, teachers, classmates, cute boys. I thought this has to be a dream, an illusion. I started to do reality check, and wondered how I got here. The answer was scholarship (wow). And I readily accepted it.

      I was in UP. I recall the guy asking if it was UP Kalaw or something. I told him the UP near there. I walked around lost with many students. I saw the PATAS members across the hallway and waved.

      I continued down to the back, where I was told I should proceed. Checked the back area. Rich was there but calls himself Jason. S & A? UP high school. An interview. A man asked why I was late. He said they could have sued me. I said that's impossible because one, that was not a suable offence and two, I'm a minor (I act like one at least), so it might not be applicable coz I don't have money yet. He almost laughed at the second point. Then he said something about the law. I wrote on paper, saying I'd be grateful if I can learn how, because I never appreciated it before. I saw a small list with colored words. Mine is in bed with a number 5 beside it.

      NOTE: struggling with the stupid Bayantel broadband.
    8. Red-Haired Singers, Troll Hunting, and Books

      by , 08-19-2012 at 07:32 PM
      I've been awful at writing down my dreams for the past couple of months, so I'm trying to get back into it again. Here are the last three dreams I've recorded:

      Dream #1:

      Really brief dream which I don’t really remember. Something about watching an interview with some singer or something. I think he has red hair. And he talks about how he likes to hang out near dumpsters.

      Dream #2:

      I’m part of a group of kids and we are all troll hunters. We are summoned to a town that has some kind of troll infestation. We have special troll-killing weapons that we always refer to as “troll-floggers.” These weapons are basically just sticks with a spiky ball at the end. So, I guess they’re kind of like flails.

      Anyway, we go into this one house that looks like my grandparents’ house. And then we’re like, “Oh no, we forgot our troll-floggers! … Oh well, we can fight the troll with our bare hands.”

      But then we get to the bottom of the stairs (we’re walking downstairs for some reason … I guess the troll is in the basement or whatever). And the troll there is SUPER GIGANTIC. So we’re all like, “Shiiiiit!”

      Then one girl in the group jumps over the banister holding a hammer and I guess she’s going to use it to kill the troll. But then, the troll turns into a glass measuring cup. And she keeps smashing and smashing it. And then it like … turns into a dog … and she stabs it in the neck. I don’t know, it doesn’t make a lot of sense.

      Dream #3:

      I'm in a room with my sisters. There's bookshelf in the room and we're all discussing books. I see a book I've been meaning to read on the bookshelf and I'm like, “Oh, I didn’t know we owned that book. My mom must have bought it at the used book store.” And then I'm telling my sisters about a series I'm reading. It involves a bear and a dog who are friends, or something. There are four books in the series, but each book is actually made up of several shorter books. I'm trying to convince my sisters that these books are good, but they don't believe me. (It's kind of like trying to make them read books in real life...)
    9. Interview with Google-Apple merger interrupted by zombie bum rush.

      by , 07-11-2012 at 12:03 PM (Chard's DJing This Party)
      I try out being a Xenomorph from the movie Alien for a while, walking around and hissing, but no one around to taste with my extending mandible.

      I woke up, which I must've done about 5 times during the dream. I just lay still each time not opening eyelids or moving a muscle and the dream resumed. Probably 4 out of the 5 times I re-entered I did through a device in my dreams I call a "strover," which is like a tablet I can expand itself by gripping the corners and pulling apart. I'll see the screen, then sort of try to get in the screen to join the dream.

      I try my hand at humor and being talkative, almost to the point of spaztic, getting the feeling that the dream will end if I stop talking. While I was saying different things (I don't remember what) I felt sensations at various points in my spine, slowly crawling upward.

      I walk into the building of a Google-Apple merger for an interview, but through a side door where a technician was working. He directs me to where the interview would take place. As I reach the very inviting, ornately decorated room I see a man and woman, my interviewers, sitting across a desk. I continue to talk, getting them to laugh. I have an item on me I call a "silly shield," a normal shield I just name after my personality at the moment. I would be back with them later.

      I feel a fabric stretched out across a metal square rim pulled over my head. Then I welcome the subsequent whirring sound and brainwork as something is drilled into the northeast region of my brain, while the nerves in the southwest tingle. It continues to enter at different angles, each time the opposite side tingling.

      I'm back in the interview room, and the interviewers turn cold on me. "We've seen your silly shield, now what about your serious side?" I feel continuation of the dream is on the line, so I quickly whip out a "serious sword" and show it to them. Right as I'm sheathing my sword a zombie busts down a door off to one side and rushes me. I quickly reach over my shoulder to draw and in one motion bring my serious sword down across the zombie's neck, then arc it back upward to finish the job, lopping off the zombie's head. Five more zombies charge me and I notice a small bomb where people normally keep a fire extinguisher. I light a match and toss it at the bomb, blowing it up and taking care of the zombies. I let the interviewers know we need to get out of here and grab and carry the woman down a hallway while the man follows behind, falls behind, then falls down. I console my charge, saying, "There's nothing we can do for him. I need to save a woman..." Another woman, dressed up as a commando with gun drawn, marches in the opposite direction to fight the zombies. I grab her as well and finish the thought by saying "...or two." I carry them into a side office, do a quick recount of what had happened to make sure I was indeed dreaming, then jump through a window with women in tow. Nothing like free-falling holding onto two beautiful girls. The dream ends sometime during the fall.
    10. Battlefield commedy? June 7th

      by , 06-07-2012 at 04:28 PM (The weird dreams of Appe96)
      Notes Dream Lucid

      This dream is sort of a fragment, and a dream at the same time :S(don't ask xD)I think I was in a tank plutoon, fighting urban combat. I was the commander of a M1A1 Abram tank, and had just finnished a battle. A reporter, who kind of looked like my dad, interviewed me for a while. The reporter worked for some sort of a commedyshow, who interviewed soldiers on the frontline.

      I suddenly got the order from my commander, that we had to commence round two of the battle. After that I did a another interview, and then a new battle. It ended up with five battles and intviews.

      After my sixth battle, I ran up to the reporter and asked if I could get interviewed, and he said: NO! YOU ARE NOT FUNNY ENOUGH!
      I woke up :S
    11. Sunsets, Games, and Alarms

      by , 03-04-2012 at 03:51 PM (Exploring My Mind)
      Finally getting back into the swing of things. It took me a bit to pull my recall out of the murk, but it seems it payed off.
      I ended up going to a factory with my Aunt, Grandparents, and parents. Apparently my aunt had discovered this mysterious factory and was going to own it for herself (but at the time, I couldn't think of a reason why). The factory was placed right by a large lake, which I spent most of my time at. The lake was drawing me away from the factory. I think it was because of how pretty it was. The water was dark, but out in the distance, the sun was setting, giving off a beautiful pattern of light on the surface of the lake. It filled me with feelings of sadness, longing, and hope. This lake was something special.
      I decided to swim in it, and stayed swimming till we had to leave. Once back home, I apparently got the new Kingdom Hearts game (KH3D) in the mail, and started playing it right away. My mother was watching me play, but didn't say anything. When I looked at her, she seemed kind of sleepy.
      I decided to go into my room and take a nap. I walked in and plopped down on the bed, passing into sleep almost right away.
      Before I continue, I should explain; The night before this dream, I set my iPhone's alarm so it would go off at about 8:30 in the morning. The alarm went off, but I didn't wake up. Instead:
      All of a sudden, I heard an alarm going off. It was bugging the crap out of me, because it wouldn't stop. I got up out of bed and searched around for it, till eventually finding my iPhone on the floor a ways away, the screen turned on and blasting the alarm. I walked over and tried to turn it off, but it kept making the noise. All of a sudden, a picture appeared on my screen. It was this girl from school who I barely talk to, and apparently she was in my room to give me an interview for some kind of newspaper. I freaked out and turned around.
      And that's when I woke up. It was kind of amusing to wake up from that and still hear that alarm going off. I turned over and picked up my iPhone and turned the alarm off. It was pretty amusing to think that my dream self was having all this trouble turning off an alarm that was actually going off in real life. Haha.
      Happy to see I could remember this much, because I haven't been into this in a while. Look out for more soon.
      Where I was: At a strange factory with a beautiful lake beside it. Afterwards, I was at my house. If I had gone lucid, I probably would've explored the inside of the factory to see what I would find.
      What I was doing: Originally going to see the factory with my family, but I ended up swimming in the lake instead. Afterwards, I was playing that KH game, then I tried to go to sleep, but couldn't because of the alarm, which I then tried to find and stop.
      Who was there: My parents, grandparents, and aunt during the factory part. Just my mom at my house. Supposedly that girl from school was in my room, but I only saw that in a picture. When I turned around, the dream ended, so I never found out.

      Updated 03-04-2012 at 07:40 PM by 33438

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      non-lucid
    12. laying wetwall

      by , 12-03-2011 at 02:15 PM
      Good morning, everybody.

      Dream #1

      I was somewhere with a boss I worked for IWL until 2009. He might have been talking to me about coming back to work for him.

      I was then in another room, maybe the next room over from where I was with my old boss. The room was kind of unfinished. The floors may have been grey concrete. The walls may have been bare drywall.

      There was a beautiful woman, maybe in her late twenties, off to my left. She may have been leaning her back against a wall. Off to her right there was a window.

      The woman may have been considering whether to give me a job. As part of showing the woman my qualifications, I was lifting a piece of drywall onto the wall in front of me. I was setting it into a framing of widely-spaced brackets. The brackets were like copper-colored nails with their ends bent up at 90-degree angles.

      I wasn't actually, for myself, completing this task in order to get the job, even though I knew the woman was trying to determine whether she wanted me for the job. And I didn't want my old boss to think that I was going for this job. If he did think that, I believed, he'd start messing around and playing mind games with me.

      I suddenly noticed, as I lifted the sheet of drywall, that I was naked. My penis was erect, and it must have been touching against the drywall, which hurt.

      Now, instead of lifting a piece of drywall into the frame, I was lifting a white, drywall-sized towel into the frame. The towel was soaking wet. I wasn't sure how I was going to be able to get this towel into the frame. It was supposed to go into the frame just like the drywall would.

      I spent a while justifying the possibility of a limp, wet towel doing something like this. Eventually I could even see the limp wet towel in my mind's eye, acting just like a hard sheet of drywall.

      Updated 12-03-2011 at 03:11 PM by 37466 (changed "edges bent up" to "ends bent up")

      Categories
      non-lucid
    13. So Much Harry Potter

      by , 08-11-2011 at 04:42 AM (New Dream Adventures of Raven Knight)
      08/05/11 Friday
      I am in school, I know it is Friday, and I am impatiently waiting for the class to come to an end so I can go home. I fidget in my seat, willing the time to go by more quickly, completely ignoring the paper in front of me. I have all weekend to do that homework, there's no hurry. Something hits me in the back of the head, it is a wad of paper. I pick it up and look at it. There is a note scrawled inside that says, "You are having a cow." Wtf? I look around the room and see there is a boy a couple rows back from me looking at me. He points at me and mouths the word 'cow' very clearly. Weirdo… The bell finally rings and I get up to leave. I brush up against someone as I'm gathering my things and she gives a mock scream. She says something contaminated touched her and she needs to be disinfected before she catches whatever it is that makes me so gross. Another idiot. I already know for a fact that the school is full of idiots. I ignore the idiots and leave the classroom, heading for home. In front of the school there is a group of five boys picking on one boy. Bunch of cowards… I head over to the group, I recognize the boy getting picked on… and I know I don't like being picked on, so neither does this boy. One of them, a particularly fat one, is saying the smaller boy probably wets the bed, how pathetic is that? I comment it is about one tenth as pathetic as a group of five idiots picking on one person. The fat one turns around and says no one asked me, so get lost. I apologize for my mistake… six picking on one, since the big one is clearly fat enough for at least two boys. The fat kid says he isn't fat, he has big bones. I say wow… he'll never have to worry about breaking a bone, then… those bones aren't big, they're HUGE! The fat kid says he's not opposed to hitting a girl, so get lost before he beats me along with Potter. I say I'm not opposed to kicking him in the… wait… Potter? Harry Potter? He looks at me blankly. Does that make you Dudley Dursley? Yeah… who wants to know? I tell him I read about him in a scientific journal… the first known human being to exist with absolutely no brain at all! He says that does it, I'm going to get pounded. He takes a swing at my face, I catch his fist in my hand and twist it over into a very uncomfortable position. He lets out a cry of surprise and a bit of pain. I tell him he has one chance to run home to his mommy before I kick him in the nuts so hard they get lodged in his fucking nostrils. Someone is coming, it is a teacher, asking what is going on here. Everyone is instantly on their best behavior. Dudley whispers to Harry that he will get it later on… and then to me that I will get it tomorrow. Um… tomorrow is Saturday, retard… I won't be seeing you… Harry says that was worth it to see Dudley get shown up by a girl. I invite him to come to my place. He says he can't come home with me every day forever. I ask why not, my dad won't mind. And it's not like his aunt and uncle give a shit… He can't argue with that, and we head back to my place together. I tell him there is a technique to being able to fight people like Dudley… and I know someone who can teach him if he wants to learn. He seems very interested.

      08/06/11 Saturday
      I am in the back yard of my own house, though it is not the house I live in now, it isn't even a house I recognize. My father is there with me, in fact, my father is James Hetfield from Metallica. Also there with me are Harry Potter and Vegeta from Dragonball Z. Hetfield goes into the house, leaving Harry and me there with Vegeta. Vegeta is giving us a martial arts lesson. He says it doesn't matter how large your opponent is if you know the right techniques to handle ourselves. So we spend a while out in the back yard working on exercises to get in shape and martial arts techniques. I am thinking I am at least getting some exercise for a change, and maybe this time I will even be able to stick with it. Somehow, even though Vegeta and Harry Potter are there with me, and James Hetfield is my father, it never occurs to me that I might be dreaming until I wake up.

      08/07/11 Sunday
      I am in the back yard of a house that is clearly not one of the places I have ever lived in my waking life, but it is familiar to me as my home. This entire dream consists of practicing martial arts with Harry Potter, Vegeta is the instructor. For some reason it never once occurs to me to do a reality check…

      Note: In spite of doing reality checks periodically during the day and telling myself to do them when I am dreaming, I never seem to do them anymore. If anyone has any ideas on how to get back into the habit it would be really helpful, I used to have frequent lucid dreams and now they're gone…

      08/08/11 Monday
      I am in bed and waking up, the alarm is going off, I don't want to get up… it is too early… why is my alarm going off now?! I sit up and look around the room, there is some light coming in the window, but it is clearly still early in the morning. I drag myself out of bed and get dressed before dragging myself out to the other room. Someone speaks to me from the door, says this is the last week of school, come on, get out of bed. School… wtf? I have school? What is going on? I sit up and get out of bed, not sure what to think. I get dressed and when I go to brush my hair I see I am about 11 years old. My mind just falls into the routine of going to class now, all thoughts of dreaming gone. Eat breakfast, walk to school. I am walking to school with Harry Potter, who apparently spent the night at my house last night. The entire time I am walking to school I get the strange feeling that someone is watching us… following us… am I just being paranoid? Nope. About half way to school a group of five boys blocks our path, one of them is Dudley Dursley. They seem ready for a fight. Dudley says no one humiliates him in front of his friends… I say no need to, he makes a complete fool of himself on his own. He turns red and says he's going to pound me… then he comes at me. I use leverage and strength I didn't realize I had to flip him over and onto his back, then I step on his fat neck. Try that again I'll rip your dick off and shove it so far up your ass that you're giving yourself a blowjob! All five of them look shocked that a girl just did that. While they are shocked, Harry and I continue to school where all my classes go predictably boring. My last class is over, and I am ready to head home… but wasn't I supposed to meet Harry and walk home with him? I look around for Harry for a while, then I finally find him. I'm not sure what made me check… but I find him in a dumpster. He has had his ass kicked… by Dudley and his gang, no doubt… I help Harry out of the dumpster, at first he is mad at me, saying Dudley was beating him because of me, then he is upset, saying he tried to use Vegeta's techniques, but they didn't work… I tell him it takes time to train to fight. I focus on healing a couple of his injuries… the healing works. We walk home together, I am plotting revenge on Dudley, but Harry wants to learn to fight and take care of things himself.

      08/09/11 Tuesday
      I wake up in bed and know right away that it is time to go to school. Time to get up and get ready to go. I pull myself out of bed, I currently have no awareness of my normal waking life, and no idea that I could be dreaming right now. I come out of the bedroom and have breakfast, I don't want to go to school, I never do, but this is the last week. Yay! I am walking to school with Harry Potter, and it feels like we're being watched. This seems to be a common occurrence now… nothing happens before we reach class, though. No one shows their face. I wonder if it was Dudley and his goons, and they are too cowardly to show their faces. Most likely. Classes today are preparation for the final exams, so there isn't much time to think about anything else. I get really bored with going over material for final exams and I end up doodling again, though this time I am more careful about getting caught. I am doodling plans for a puzzle game I have had in mind, though I am not entirely sure what I plan on doing with the idea. I will figure out that part once I have the idea finalized.

      08/10/11 Wednesday, Dream 1
      I am in an office, I am there for a job interview. I have no memory of how I got to be there, and I can't even remember what job I am interviewing for. Of course this results in me being about ten times as nervous as I usually am at an interview, and that is never a good thing. I look around the office a bit, it is a really fancy office. I am there by myself, I wonder when the person interviewing me will arrive. I get nosy and look around on the desk. It is a massive mahogany desk, clearly an antique… it is well polished and there are many items on it. I note the items consist of some antique looking pens, a couple bottles of ink, several rolls of parchment, and what is most notably absent is a computer of any kind. Actually there is nothing electronic at all. Weird. I sit there and wait for a few minutes until the door finally opens and a man walks in. I do a double take as I recognize the man, it looks like Professor Dumbledore. I am doing a double take when he comes over and says he's sorry to have kept me waiting, there was some urgent school business to attend to. He introduces himself and says he is pleased to meet me, Quintus has told him a lot about me. Quintus? I am wondering who Quintus is, Dumbledore continues. He says Quintus has said I have held such positions before and performed admirably in them, and he is inclined to believe Quintus since they have been friends for so many years. Who the fuck is Quintus?! I am struggling with this question, but Dumbledore doesn't seem to notice, he keeps talking. I am hardly hearing what he is saying, though I am somehow answering, not even aware of my answers. Finally I am leaving the office, and Dumbledore is saying he is required to speak with someone else, but he really feels he has already made his decision. I wish it was that easy to get a job in my waking life…

      08/10/11 Wednesday, Dream 2
      I am in school, I am taking a test. It's a final exam. In this dream I spend the entire day going to two different classes and taking final exams, then the school day is over. I get to go home early, though the idea is for me to go home early and then study for the final exams still to come tomorrow. What fun, I am so glad class is almost over for the summer. Outside of the school I meet up with Harry Potter, and we are walking home together. Harry says something about that he really should go home one of these days… he can't move in with me permanently. I ask why not, as long as my dad doesn't care… and it seems pretty clear that his aunt and uncle don't give a shit. Harry says the Dursley's would probably be glad to get rid of him. I say then the problem is solved. Unless someone complains, there is really no reason he can't just stay with me… unless he really prefers living with the Dursleys. He said no, he would not prefer that. I say let's get home, I need to do some studying for our final exams tomorrow. Maybe we can help each other out. Sure, sounds great. The whole way home I can't shake the feeling we are being watched, though I never see any sign of anyone following us. I wonder if Dudley might be a problem… it seems Harry notices me being paranoid. He says if I'm looking for Dudley, don't worry, Dudley is still back at school trying in vain to finish a final exam… when he probably got stuck on the first question, the one where he's required to put his name.
    14. Seeking eternal life + interview + culinary TV show

      by , 08-02-2011 at 07:25 PM (The journey of JussiKala)
      Eternal life -

      So the dream begins with me following this guy who proclaims to me that his ultimate goal is to make eternal life possible for himself. I'm in his lab and he explains this to me. The guy looks very old, fragile, and evil. I leave for the day, confused. I find out the guy has been going and killing a few people for the sake of his experiments. I go back to consult him about it, but he is in the process of using his eternal life device. This is like those octopus like things (the robots, not the creatures) from the game crysis 1, but more of a metallic color, and a whole lot bigger. One of the huge tentacles, which looks like a million thin long tentacles intertwined, reaches out slowly towards the guy. The guy doesn't move a squat. The tentacle finally touches his neck and attaches itself to it. The guy stands there strong but looks like he is in great pain. His muscles start tensing up and bloodveins being visible under the surface. He started laughing like a mad man. Dream end.



      Interview-

      Most likely the result of a v-wild. Not sure if lucid.

      So i found myself in this empty opera hall. On the stage. There's a 9 year old boy standing in front of me in a fancy suit. He starts interviewing me, and is quite chlidish at that. At one point he ignores me and I yell at him. Do not remember the context of the interview



      Culinary TV show

      Some sort of reality TV crap about food was in my home with some of my friends, recording the whole process of making the food and eating it and opinions and such. I think I had chicken & salad for food. Liked it. Not much else.´in this dream.
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    15. judy garland's friend; drag queen rock stars; tattoo parlor and japanese restaurant

      by , 05-30-2011 at 12:50 PM
      Good morning, everybody.

      Dream #1

      An old version of Judy Garland and an older man were in a hotel room. The hotel room was lit a little dimly, and the light had a slightly orange tinge to it. Garland sat in a nice, big chair, and the old man sat in a similar chair about a meter and a half away.

      The old man was apparently interviewing Garland. I kept seeing Garland's face in close up, as if my view were the camera's view. Garland had her hair done in pigtails, kind of like she had it as Dorothy in Wizard of Oz, but a little scraggly and awry. Garland's face was skinny and kind of wrinkled. But overall she carried herself with a lot of dignity.

      Garland started saying that she needed or that she wanted to do a couple of things. The old man interrupted the interview either to get something for Garland or to let her do whatever she needed to do.

      It struck me that the old man acted kind of effeminate, but also kind of classy. He was obviously Garland's friend, but her kind of acted like her servant as well. He might have taken the task of being Garland's friend a little too seriously.

      Dream #2

      Some kind of documentary. There were a lot of shots at night of groups of decent-looking, transvestites. They were all kind of skinny and dressed in evening wear. Some even wore tiaras. They were all kind of acting rowdy, like rebels or like punks.

      The documentary explained that these transvestites had joined together into a rock band as part of some plan to invade the rock world. They got into some big rock event, possibly a punk rock event, that had been full of kind of conventional acts, and they caused some sort of a scene.

      But apparently, over time, the transvestite rock band got really famous. There were scenes, all night scenes, again, of girls chasing the rock band's cars around.

      There was one particular guy in the group that was very popular. But he was also really depressive. There was one scene of him, probably in a dressing room, when he was all done up like a woman. He looked nice enough, but he was just so terribly depressed that it was messing up his act.

      In another scene, the guy was out in a car at night, in the backseat with another person, being driven along some huge driveway in front of a large building like a mansion or a museum or a state building. The guy was only halfway done up like a girl. His hair was only halfway set in some kind of 80s style, so it looked like he'd just woken up. His face had make-up on, but his face still looked, not just masculine, but completely exhausted.

      As he was being driven away, there was a pack of girls chasing the car, trying to get into the car. The guy just kept screaming, "Leave me alone! Can't you leave me alone?"

      At some point there was a really aggressive girl who kept pounding on the window. It seemed less like she was infatuated with the guy and more like she actually wanted to hurt him, or at least intimidate him, let him know she hated him.

      Dream #3

      I was in some busy part of town, with a lot of people on the sidewalk. A lot of the stores seemed to be open to the street, like booths, but they were the size of regular small shops.

      I walked past one shop which was a tattoo parlor. There were two guys or two girls who looked kind of like guys working there. They wore black jeans and black t-shirts, and their arms were covered in tattoos.

      I thought out what I would tell my friend H, who loves tattoos. I would tell her, "See? There's a tattoo shop with pretty interesting people right here. And you never even looked for it. You were too afraid. But look! It's even right next to the Japanese restaurant you like to go to!"

      I passed the Japanese restaurant that H and I have gone to a couple times.
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