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    1. The island of earthquakes

      by , 05-20-2011 at 05:55 AM (Percy's Void of Thoughts)
      19.05.2011
      The island of earthquakes (Non-lucid)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      I was in a vacation island. This dream occurred during day, and the sun was very bright.I was going to the beach when suddenly I felt a few series of small earthquakes. I was worried they meant the big one was coming.

      I though it was a good idea to evacuate the island. Some people was running up and down very confused. I could see also how new small earthquakes were happening as well as small tsunamis. My wife was also there, freaking out as well. I decided to find a chopper or something to get out of the island. I got to a beach where no one was but a few sand fishes that were extremely poisonous. I watched to not step on one.

      I was able to find an exit that lead me to a roman town. I could find people from my home town who new me. There was some sort of line to go inside a tour cave.

      We entered. The tour happened on a small boat. The cave was completely dark. I could hear the water drops and the quietness of the cave. Suddenly, I heard the sound of shamans playing different wooded instruments, but I could not see them. I felt it could assist me on inducing trance.
    2. Vacation

      by , 04-19-2011 at 11:45 AM (Typho's DJ)
      Deleted

      Updated 03-19-2012 at 05:11 AM by 44350

      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    3. Abandoned In The Tropics + Will Smith's House + Fragment

      by , 03-21-2011 at 02:55 PM (The book of mars)
      Abandoned In the Tropics

      I am on a stage with all of my friends and people I know. We are putting on some performance. I do whatever I can to not be seen by the stage, but everyone is looking at me anyways. I walk around big tanks of water. Eventually everyone is running off stage and I am the last to join them.

      The stage exit led to a very small tropical island with everyone already on it.

      The boat comes that will take us to shore. I don’t see it at first, and by the time I get to the little beach, everyone is on it except me and two guys named “Want” and “Need”. Everyone is laughing at us. They didn’t want us to come back.

      I’m angry but not that I’m stuck; I’m angry that I they left me, that they didn’t like me to this extent and were willing to perhaps kill me. The entire journey from here on is me trying to get back to them.

      A few hours later a boat comes by. He’s tugging along three or four jet skis. We holler at him and he says we can’t have them. We ask more and he finally gives us a red one, but it has no gas.



      We all get on it and the waves are moving in the direction of the nearest island. We land on it and get off. On this island, there’s a small wooden deck and then a store. Behind a counter are several racks with beautiful handmade island clothing. No one seems to be around so I take whatever I like.

      The owners come out and explain we can have whatever we want, they never get customers anyways. I’m relieved that they didn’t punish me for stealing.

      Scene change. Want, Need and I are employed by someone as gold diggers. We are in cave sitting barely on top of the water. The ground beneath us is watery sand. To get the gold, all we do is find little gold pieces already shaped into coins and pick them up.

      Aang, Katara and Toph from Avatar: Last Airbender come into the cave. They want to rescue us, because our employer doesn’t plan on coming back with his boat to get us this time. They have us search for a different kind of coin, one with a little black design on it. These are worth money somewhere else, where we will all be going. Momo, a winged lemur from the show, is here, too and in the corner he is making a little trail of gold coins.



      “Is that what you think helping is?” Katara says.

      We get a handful of normal coins and just three of the black design coins before we have to go. The ship we are getting on is mostly a big metal grate area with wooden walking areas on the side of it. To get on, we are kind of projected into the air. Toph starts yelling about a 10 piece gold coin in the grate but there is a sliding metal door to the boat that will make it unavailable if we don’t get it now.

      When we land, they all run toward the 10 piece coin. I saw a little bit of it when I was in the air. They don’t get it in time. I see that the grate has pieces of things and coins all over it. Katara tells us to hurry and get all the coins we can out of the grate. Unfortunately, when I landed onto the boat, I landed on the wooden area on the sides.

      The captain of the boat and their employer says he doesn’t take regular gold coins anymore: only the black design coins. All of my work collecting coins today was wasted, and I have only three coins to give him. He is unimpressed.


      Scene change. I am on dry land in a kind of mini-mall area. Someone warns us not to spend the black design coins because they are worth more when certain people buy things with them. I have three still, so I must not have given them up to that captain. I walk into a store. In the mudroom area between outside and inside, Wolf (a girl I know in waking life) is laying on the ground. Her girlfriend Rae is with me. She gives a black design coin to her and we enter the store.

      I look at everything and notice that if we bought anything, it would be extremely cheap with these coins compared to using the gold coins. We don’t buy anything.

      Scene change. I am projected from some place in the store into a long hallway. At the end there is a room kind of. It has an eerie feel, like the show Invader Zim. It just feels off. Heather is here and making a toy car go on a track that’s running on the floor to the wall to the ceiling to the wall back to the floor. She says the wallpaper recharges the car so it can go forever.


      Will Smith's House

      I’m walking and I meet Will Smith’s daughter Emily Browning (obviously not related in waking life). She brings me to her house which is surprisingly right up the street from mine.

      Inside, I sit down with her, her brother Liam Aiken (related in my dream because of their brother-sister roles in A Series of Unfortunate Events movie) and her little sister Willow Smith (actually his real daughter). His house is really disgusting and even my dream-self was surprised by this. All of the rooms are huge but filled with junk. The kitchen where we’re sitting in is really tiny and there are dirty dishes stacked everywhere.

      We are all playing some kind of card game. I’m across from Will. He looks really old and totally stoned. I feel bad that he let his life go when he clearly had much more at one point.

      We finish the game and he goes into his bedroom. The kids and I all go into the living room. To get there, we went through two rooms which both had giant fake white Christmas trees. In the living room I sit on their ratty couch. The place is gross in here, too. Emily sits next to me and we cuddle kind of. If I move closer to her, I can feel the thumps of Will having sex with his wife downstairs, so I can’t cuddle her any closer.

      “So, rockstar?” Willow says to me, trying to judge who I am or what I am doing with these “famous” people. She implies that I’m probably trying to be someone famous but I’m not. Emily explains that I’m not a rockstar or anyone famous, and that I don’t particularly want to be either.

      I get up and look around the house and find a more fancy suitable kitchen. A few of my friends stumble out, including my brother Holden and our friend Jamie. Jamie has always been kind of a hippy, but he’s really overdoing it in my dream. He has very long hair all braided and put on top of his head. He’s wearing some kind of hat that has blond hair extensions as well. We all go out of the house together.

      Holden wants to go to Redbox to get a movie and I say I think they are open past 12. It’s 2 a.m. We start walking.

      On the way home we run into three really fat and buff 12 year olds. I want to beat them up, so I egg them on. The leader who has some kind of miniature padlock in her septum comes up to me and starts trying to kick me. Holden comes over and uses his elbow to hit some spot on their heads and they all just pass out automatically.

      “You have to learn the Child Beatdown in those situations,” he says, and explains the move to me.


      Fragment

      I am in some room. I have a cup full of hot chocolate powder and I begin pouring different flavored water into it from tiny tea pots in a circle around me. I spill some and Beth comes over and helps me.

      While she's doing that, Katie, an old friend of mine who recently got divorced and is now having sex with everyone, comes up to me and Holden. She says she wants to fuck him, and he jokes about it but I tell him she's serious. He says okay finally, and they plan to do it at 5 p.m. I ask if she does ladies too, and she says sure, and I just wink.

      Updated 03-21-2011 at 03:15 PM by 42137

      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    4. March 6, 2011 - The Island

      by , 03-06-2011 at 08:30 PM
      I am in a house with wood paneling walls. It had the look of a cabin. The entrance was more elevated that the living room. The living room was flooded and it looked like a lake. The water was brown and murky and I could not see the bottom. It looked like there was seaweed and algae growing. There is a little floating dock leading out into the water. On the left there is a ladder leading up to a room that looks out over the living room. I climb up the ladder because I plan on crossing the living room by going a level higher. I get up there and there is a giant web and a spider that is as tall as the room as well as several DCs that I do not recognize. They all begin to walk closer towards me and I back away from them. I fall into the disgusting water and I can feel the seaweed brushing my legs.

      I remember being told that I would not be able to ‘handle it’ in this place. I contested saying that I believed I was strong enough. I remember that I was wearing nothing but a long t-shirt and a pair of underwear but I didn’t care that I was underdressed in front of strangers.

      I feel like a week has passed and now I am getting ready to leave. I am looking around frantically to find a ‘fleece’ sweater of mine (in reality this sweater is made of wool and I’m almost positive that I’ve donated it). My friend Joshua is there. I am angry with him. I ask him where my sweater is. He has it in his hands however we are on opposite ends of the water filled living room. He tries to throw the sweater across the water but fails miserably. It lands very close to him in the water. This makes me very upset. He jumps into the water to retrieve it. He crosses the living room and hands it to me. Somehow the water has shrunk my sweater so much that it could now fit a Barbie doll. Somebody says that it might be time to clean up the house. Joshua says that he will think about it and find a good method to clean it up (In reality Joshua often throws large house parties and is amazing at cleaning up his house afterwards). It now feels as though this entire week has been a party for these people and I feel that it was a horrible experience for me.

      The dream seems to change suddenly. It looks like a scene of a movie and I am looking at it from a third person point of view. There are people swimming up to shore. They are dressed as if they are from the 40’s. They are survivors of a plane crash that are now stranded on this island.

      Now the dream returns to the original scene except it looks like Joshua has ‘cleaned up’. There is no longer water in the living room, just hard wood floor. I am back at the cabin and I now know that the DCs are descendants of the survivors of the crash and we are on an island.

      Although I do not remember my boyfriend being in other parts of this dream I suddenly being searching for him. I feel as if he has left without me. There is luggage piled up at the entrance and I see that his is missing. I begin searching for him outside with a flashlight. As I do so I see many people that I have not seen in a long time yet I honestly have no interest in speaking with them because I feel like I need to find my boyfriend. I felt abandoned.

      I wake up.

      I did not enjoy this dream. I felt stressed the entire time.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    5. Island's, Heroine, and Shameless Car Wrecks?

      by , 03-01-2011 at 09:36 PM
      These dream were two long dreams compared to yesterday's 3 dream fragments. It also played out more like a show or movie, not in the first person.
      It started out as like a view of a whole bunch of teenagers on an island or a beach somewhere. I don't know where. Then it shows this one kid looking out into the ocean.
      It switches view to the direction he's looking and there's a girl in the water (She looked strangely familiar ) And all of a sudden she starts flailing about, apparently drowning. One girl on the beach jumps into the water and starts swimming towards her. For some strange reason, in the next view, the one kid mentioned above is riding piggy-back on this girl as she's swimming They eventually get to the girl but it's too late. Then it transitioned to some youtube video that was very incoherent, apparently commemorating the girl who died...
      The dream faded and I woke up. I drifted directly back into sleep into a different dream, but for some reason felt linked to the previous one...
      There were these people doing an investigation. There was this woman, who had something jabbed and stuck into her arm. She pleaded to the investigators that it was the end of a pen ( My dreams really don't make too much sense...) ,but the investigators go into the drawer of her desk and find a syringe and a bag of what seemed to be heroine (Or at least my brain recognized it as that.) Then that transitioned to a car going down the Highway, carrying a few members from the show 'Shameless', and then the car got hit by another vehicle. The End
      Categories
      non-lucid
    6. Boat On Water

      by , 02-21-2011 at 01:10 AM (My Sleepy Mind 2010/2011)
      Original date: 12/6/2010 (when I started my journal in my phone)
      Type: Fragment - Non Lucid
      Dream:

      I was suddenly on a boat/ship in water/ocean. The water was somewhat choppy and it was night, a lot of grey, dark blue, some green and slight moonlight. Then far in the distance, an island appeared almost as if it was coming up out of the water and it was dark. Once it appeared, there was an unexpected almost anxious or panicky feeling. I also felt that I was seeing this from a man's body on the boat.

      Objective Context:

      It was a Sunday night, I was preparing for work the next day, felt a bit anxious. Started second day of my low cal diet.

      Age of Dream Ego: 40
    7. Hurricane and the Moon Bus + Lost at Sea

      by , 12-24-2010 at 11:35 PM (Zukin's Dream Journal! <3)
      Hurricane and the Moon Bus

      I was on a bus, probably going home from school. We lived on a beautiful tropical island that was highly populated. All of the buses were double-decker, but the top floor consisted of a bunch of portals that linked up to other buses. For example, there were about 50-80 miniature portals that were labeled as such and when you went through one you would be teleported to the corresponding bus number. It was pretty cool.

      When I was on one of the buses, the bus driver called me to the front and gave me some sort of shovel. He said that he admired one of the properties that was on the beach and told me to stick a shovel in the sand real quick so that he could find it again later.

      I ran off of the bus and did as I was told. I buried the white shovel thing into the sand and then looked to the horizon on the beach. Yeah, this was a really nice view. I looked to the right a bit and noticed a funnel cloud forming in the sky! On the deep horizon I saw dark clouds gathering and huge tidal waves forming. This didn't look good, so I decided to inform the others.

      I ran back to the city, which wasn't too far away from where I already was (the island was incredibly small and was densely populated). As I ran back to the school yard I saw a blue bus. On it was written:

      NOMAD'S MOON BUS

      I giggled. I know - I should have done a reality check. But that didn't even cross my mind. I just thought it was pretty funny that he would be here.

      After that little incident, I continued running back to the school house.

      I told them about what was happening, and they verified my encounter by telling me that it was on the news that a hurricane was coming. We had no chance of evacuating and the school house was too old to be truly prepared for any disastrous weather.

      We were lined up against the more sturdy walls. The ceiling was old and decrepit and looked like it would collapse under any weight from the giant tidal wave.

      I found Joe upstairs. We started talking about how good/bad the chances were that we would survive this. They seemed pretty low. We were on a tiny island with no real storm shelter, there was a tornado, a hurricane, AND a tidal wave coming at us. Plus the tidal wave was probably large enough to engulf the entire island. Yeah, we were pretty sure that we wouldn't survive this.

      Lost At Sea

      My dad and I were on a sail boat and we were lost somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic ocean. We had been lost here for about a month, and in the dream it really felt as if that was the case.

      I was trying to pick up radio signals. After days of searching, I finally managed to find the correct frequency. The station was for endangered sailors needing rescue. I sent out a signal and the station came back with a recorded message saying that they were on their way. I wasn't sure if they were actually coming, so I tried finding another signal.

      Between the 2nd and the 3rd dial I heard someone talking with a tan voice. I tuned in on them. They didn't seem to be interested in sending out a search party to look for our boat but rather to keep us company.
    8. The Dream of the Escape from the Island and the Introduction into a Secret Society Bank

      by , 12-07-2010 at 12:31 PM (Folqueraine's Oniric List)
      I was on Belle Isle island and I was wanted by the evil authorities, so I had to flee, but I knew that if I took the ferry they would catch me easily, so I had to find another way. A relative told me of a fisherman who often took people to the mainland, so I went to the beach and found him. His ship was really a small rowing boat. He agreed to take me to the mainland and didn't even ask for compensation. Thanks to him, I crossed to and fro Belle Isle many times.
      Later, I was in my grandparents house, which is on the peninsula closest to Belle Isle. I had taken a clandestine cat with me from Belle Isle and I had to hide his presence from my relatives, but for some reason the cat had to stay outside in the front yard, so every time my aunt came out I had to go and shoo the cat away so she wouldn't see it.
      Later again, me and my friend/crush John managed to get introduced into a secret branch of my bank. But then, we had to get out to spread information to other underground resistance members. We had pretended to be a couple, so stay in character I hugged him and kissed him on the cheek and he was all embarrassed, saying something like: "You've done enough now!"

      Influences: my research into Resistance in occupied Finistere during WWII
    9. 3rd Post

      by , 09-11-2010 at 12:57 AM
      Night of September 9th, 2010
      As a side note: This dream was so vivid, I feel as if I could write a book with the dreams storyline.

      I remember the beginning of this dream, as the end of another dream... The original dream was me and this man that I called "Mr Weatherby" were trapped on this island jungle maze thing, and we were pinned down by enemy invasion force that constantly controlled the woods, and could materialize in the presence of anything higher than a whisper in sound level. These enemies ate you alive... like small little bugs with huge teeth. Anyways... the story ends when Weatherby (who is in a wheelchair because the bugs ate his legs) decides that hes gonna make a run for it, and by sheer luck me and him end up exiting the maze and arriving on a beautiful beach. This is where my new dream began... I remember hearing Weatherby saying "Im leaving" and seeing the beach... But Weatherby didn't know I had followed him out. I find him sitting next to a nice young woman whom I presume is his Grand-daughter, and they are having a very nice conversation. Weatherby turned around and I dropped to the sand just in time to not let him see me. (I could actually feel the sand, and hear the waves) I eavesdrop on their conversation, and apparently the Beach grants one wish, and usually the person asks for a way home. Weatherby asks the beach to grant him his wish of a motorcycle, which could return him home, and make him feel younger again. The motorcycle appears and Weatherby hops on, and drives around like a maniac all around the beach, whoopin' and hollerin' and such. At this time I take the chance to talk to his "grand-daughter" (which I later realized was my self conscious) And the very question she asked me was, "Why did you let go of Bekah?" "Why did she ever slip from your mind?"
      To which, my response was "I realized that it was time for me let go, if she wouldn't let go of Nick" she says that that was the right decision, but hastily made. Which is followed by a quick flash of me and Bekah in like 20 years, hand in had walking down the same beach
      *SNAP!*
      Dream ends....

      It's becoming more and more apparent that my friend "Bekah" is very important in my dreams.
    10. 4 Sep: Jews and Palestinians, mystical encounters, lucid in Poland

      by , 09-06-2010 at 02:49 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING


      23:30 GMT – Sleep

      Mystical experience
      I think I fell asleep thinking about trying to have an O.B.E. I was lying on my back but think I fell asleep and got caught up between dream and waking state, I was sleeping, don’t remember being on any dream, I guess I didn’t feel any of the O.B.E. triggers so I just kind of entered this meditation state, focusing on my breathing. I was asleep but I could also feel my body and hear the external sounds. I wasn’t really fully lucid, but naturally I focused on body awareness. I felt an extreme discomfort and focused on that. I felt it multiplying. I can’t really explain what it was exactly that was multiplying, it just became multiple.

      2:30 GMT

      Visit to Jewish neighbourhood
      I’m in a Jewish neighbourhood in the middle-east. I’m foreigner and I am escorting a small group of tourists. They are jewish-portuguese. Among them is a young boy who sees this young girl in the middle of all these bearded men from this neighbourhood and asks her something in her language but with a very bad pronunciation. She also speaks Portuguese, as she is Portuguese descendant and replies in his language, to which he replies happily. But the family of the boy scolds him and insists he must train his Hebrew.

      Occupied land
      I am part of a group of observers on what seems to be Palestine. We are keeping an eye on the occupying army, seeing if they don’t commit abuses of human rights. On that day we follow closely two cases that could have ended badly. First, some kids entered a military off-limits area and they barely escaped being shot by militaries chasing them on a truck. Later, a couple with a small young girl are trying to evade from this occupied area and they pass over a concrete wall, when they are spotted by an helicopter right when they are about to break free. Luckily they find some big sewage pipes, leading underground and manage to escape. Nobody else knows about them anymore.
      At night I’m in a terrace, looking at the cityscape and the stars, hoping for the end of this violence and persecution.


      Mystical ceremony
      I then see in the sky and orb of light. I try to figure out what it is and decide I have to follow wherever it is going. I find myself entering a swamp on the outskirts of the city. As I go through the bushes, I find this open area and I see a gathering of enlightened beings and a few gurus. My main guru is taking part of some kind of wedding ceremony with his own mother. I have no idea why. Then another guru sees my enquiring look explains to me that it is only symbolic. That she has some important transmission to pass on to him, from a female tradition and to receive it, he has to symbolically marry her first.
      There’s some other students of these gurus around and I hear one asking this one guru if it’s true that they can enter our minds as they want. He responds in a joking way, saying “Of course, we're like the boogy man and we will haunt your dreams. So beware.”


      4:00 GMT

      Fairy and deity
      Me and Riverstone are by some lake, looks shallow, safe and pleasant, but we don’t dive until some guy appears – like a forest guard – and tells us is totally fine to go inside the water. The lake is actually composed of 4 lakes, connected with each other and with an island in their centre. I just wet my feet, feeling the water is warm and cozy but then I see a chameleon and it gets my attention. He is red but turning yellow as he approaches me. Then I find him amidst a bed of white flowers and he turns completely white. Then he actually transforms into a butterfly-like fairy, all white with little white orbs around it. As this fairy sits on a flower, a beautiful exotic lady, with dark skin (not black, but very tanned) – a deity? - comes hovering and blesses this fairy. I kind of receive her name on my mind but recall it very badly – something like Aedis Abba ???


      5:30 GMT

      Mystical insight
      Something about reincarnation and non-linear timeline. In the dream it was so clear and obvious but I couldn’t make sense of it to write it down.

      Wedding on an island and alien invasion
      I’m on an isolated island on some facilities carrying on some secret projects. Due to some failure, there’s an alien or whatever on the loose, that we failed to contain and it will start mayhem out there. Fortunately we’re on an island where nobody lives and we hope to contain it before it finds a way to go to mainland. I’m on a boat around the island and I cross another boat with a colleague of mine, also doing his round. Then I find there’s a bunch of people who entered the island illegally. I go check what is going on – it’s a bunch of rich kids who came on a private jet. A couple is marrying and they wanted to do something original, so they had this fucking great idea of sneaking secretly into this island without permission. I wondered how they manage to come without being seen, but since everybody is looking for the alien/monster, nobody was paying attention to that detail.
      Apparently they were already detected and a jeep with armed men are coming in their direction to evacuate them, but they see it and just run to the plane, managing to fly before being caught. Let’s just hope the “being” is not already with them!
      Then I go back to the facilities and I meet Ugly Betty with a boyfriend who came to say that the “being” escaped and the invasion started. Then she starts preparing her weapons, which apparently were slates with loving words on it??? (very effective, for sure...)


      Wounded dog on the road
      I’m on a car with my mom, who’s driving. We’re on a long road crossing vast planes, but we see a dog lying down in the middle of the road. We think he’s dead so my mom just moves around him, but I have decided not to ignore the animals and people who are potentially in need of help and not necessarily already dead. So I ask her to stop and I walk back to check on the dog. He is bleeding but he moves his head slightly. I feel such despair. I want to carry it to the car, but he is bigger than he looked and I’m afraid of hurting him even more. So, I’m deciding how to carry him, when I wake up.

      6:20 GMT

      Lucid in a Polish village
      I’m going out of a house, apparently trying to escape from being seen by some lady. I pass by these two guys sitting on a tractor. The youngest guy looks at me long and deeply and I find it strange. He seems so real! Then I get lucid. I think maybe this guy is not a DC but actually a dreamer and he also sensed that I was a dreamer. But I don’t go ask him, because meanwhile I kept moving and I left him behind. I realize I’m in this eastern-Europe like village. The roads are in stone, buildings are small and beautifully painted, 18th or 19th century like.
      But I look around at other people trying to find some other dreamers, trying to find a very distinctive mark that someone is not a DC. Just for fun I go around asking people how they are enjoying this dream. They couldn’t care less. But then from my left appears Andrzej, this polish guy I know. He looks damn real. I can’t say what it is, but I feel it. Maybe he is also a dreamer. Anyway, what is he doing here? I guess we’re maybe in Poland and that’s why he’s there.
      I ask him if he knows he is dreaming but he doesn’t react to the question, just asks me something else. I keep insisting and finally get his attention. I stop in front of a shop window and melt the glass, then a wall. He starts believing me and funny enough, some other person who was inside this shop gets amazed and apparently also goes lucid. But I didn’t know the person and she just disappeared, probably to explore her own lucid dream.
      My friend is lucid for what seems to be his first time. He is so excited that he starts becoming really focused on really small details, like reading a poster that is on some street light post, amazed with the detail. I have to snap him out of this fascination and tell him, details are good, but don’t focus too much on only one or you will lose lucidity fast. I drag him to the wall again and tell him to try dissolve it. I don’t know why I was so pushy on this, but I guess I wanted to keep him busy to prolong his state.
      He tries punching it and gets hurt. I tell him it’s not about brute force, that he has to imagine the wall is made of soft material that dissolves with touch. After trying a little bit he manages to leave a hand print on it, which is a good start. At this point is totally exhilarating and I tell “You know, there’s a bunch of people who do this often, and we organize groups and plan dream adventures together. Maybe if you could develop this capacity from now on you could join me, be one of my dream pals.”
      As we walk, we end up on some dark alley and I feel some bad vibes there and decide we should go somewhere else. But a few ugly looking guys are already enclosing us and I decide our only escape is lifting up, flying. But my friend is not yet skilled on that area. I decide to try to carry him but when I grab him he transforms into a glass of juice and everything starts becoming absurd.
      I did fly up and saw this kind of terrace with an entry door to some house only accessible by the air. It is a tiny place and I find inside a very needed black family, with lots of kids. They sleep all in one division. I feel a protective instinct towards them and go check if the kids are sleeping well. I cuddle them and they are now little back kittens. I wake up.


      7:30 GMT – Wake up
    11. September 3, 2010

      by , 09-03-2010 at 07:12 PM (Requiem's DJ)
      I'll make this quick. I met this chick at Sheetz and got her number. She was in my dream.

      Teleport to Island (non-lucid)

      The beginning is fuzzy. I was traveling down a long a lonesome rural road. Something happened. I had no car. There was this zipper-like 2D obstruction in space-time. Purple and blue swirling inside of it. I jumped into it.

      I am teleported to some sort of tropical island.

      I walk up long wooden steps and into this nice house. There is a lot of people there. It is a party. The girl invites me up to her room where some heavy romance goes on.

      There are some other characters there at the party including 2 people like this:

      Updated 09-13-2010 at 08:17 AM by 29419

      Categories
      non-lucid
    12. 24 August - 10 dreams

      by , 08-25-2010 at 11:51 AM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      This night, many of the dreams were actually continuation of the same long dream, because they always went back to the same referencial labyrinthic building. Still, I defined each change of scene as a different dream. Sometimes it is difficult to make a clear separation between them.


      23:00 GMT - Sleep

      Undefined
      I woke up remembering a long dream, but as soon as I reached for the notebook I forgot what it was. Something about capacities and expectations and achievements. I think I fell asleep thinking of recalling dreams and then made it into a dream, the rationalization around it.

      0:50 GMT – 1st waking

      Strange building
      I am on some weird building, apparently with many other tourists. My father and my boyfriend are also present. The building is actually modern and not so special but they have this wooden stairs leading to the top of some tower, that are a huge challenge to climb and there’s a huge queue of people waiting to climb it. I realise I’m topless and I feel mildly embarrassed. It occurs to me that I am topless in there because I am sleeping topless in my bed – still, this awareness wasn’t enough for me to become lucid (Bollocks!).
      I look in my bag for some clothes and find some t-shirts and even a bra, but the t-shirt is just fine and I wear it.
      Because of this topless incident, I lost my place on the queue and because I and my boyfriend are bored, we decide to come back later. My dad had already climbed the stairs.


      Girls with dog in parking lot
      We go downstairs and find ourselves in the exit of the building’s parking lot. A car with some sort of towbox is stopped in the exit and two girsl are speaking with the security guy about something. Then I think they get all happy when their dog appears – I understood he was on the towbox and must have jumped off or something. They put him back on the open box and prepare to leave but we engage in conversation with them. Don’t remember exactly what it was about, but we connected deeply. I felt a sense of communion with them and they smiled and said “We may live far away from each other but we are part of the same small global village.” They left but they stayed with me, like a spiritual connection.

      My cat and flirting with a singer from a band
      I then see my cat roaming free in the parking lot and then up the stairs. He is a home cat, not used to be outside, so I was worried he would get lost (and what was he doing there?) so I caught him and hold him in my arms. I’m back to the wooden stairs but without my hands free I can’t climb them at all. So I take a lift that I just realise is there. Instead of leading to some interesting place it just takes me to a floor with offices. Boring. There’s this guy there receiving the visitors and I recognise him as a guy from a Portuguese band called Delfins. (Strangely, it is like the 2nd time this guy appears in my dreams and I’m not a fan or anything.) Maybe because I recognised him and was looking at him fixedly, he thought I was flirting with him and responded the same way. It was funny, but I wasn’t really into it, so I divert from the visitors group – anyway, the visit was dead boring – and left through a door to outside.
      I recognised the hill where I ended up, as being the hill behind my old home and neighbourhood, but much more beautiful, with lots of trees with a golden colour of an immense beauty. I walk by it and start descending a stairway that exists (or existed) in the far end of this place, and the dream starts dissolving.


      1:59 GMT – 2nd waking

      Strange building again
      When I go again to sleep I am again in what seems to be the same building. Instead of the stairs I was descending on the outside, I was now descending some stairs and ramps inside that building but once again it didn’t seem interesting. The stairs led once again to a floor with offices. OK, the disposition of the building was interesting, like a labyrinth – it was impossible to go from one defined point to another, the ramps, stairs and elevators always took me to random places that didn’t seem to have an exit at all. That was the case now. The stairs ended in an office and there was no other option. But then I found an elevator and decided to take it.
      The elevator took me directly to the middle of a room where all the visitors from the beginning of this dream where all sit together listening to their guide. I decided to sit to. A friend of mine called Joan was there and I sat by his side. He jumped like he had felt an electric shock (that’s how he described it). He hadn’t seen me and was surprised when I sat by his side and he felt a shock. He was really amazed. Maybe he wasn’t a DC but actually sharing the dream with me (I will ask him).


      Yacht to an island
      The guide then took us all to boats (yachts) and took us to some island nearby. I loved the clear sky and the blue water and the sun shining and grabbed my camera from my bag but was disappointed that it didn’t look like my actual camera. I assumed I had exchanged it accidentally with someone else (another dream sign lost). I couldn't take pictures with this shitty camera and I feel frustrated. Just put it away and enjoy the amazing natural aquatic landscape.

      In the middle of a war
      But the beautiful fantasy island we were going to revealed to be at war. As soon as we arrived there we heard shots and I saw a group of armed people on the opposite side of a river from where we were. Instead of telling us to run away in the opposite direction, our guide told us to move forward, in the direction of the shots. I thought that was crazy but I didn’t offer much resistance to. I went, but at a certain point we had to get down behind this concrete blocks that could hardly cover us. A shot was fired that passed just in front of my nose and opened a hole in a window by my side. I thought I could have just died! I had a backpack that was then targeted and I felt lots and lots of shots destroying in and it was scary to feel it so close to my body. I really felt close to dying with the bullets, but miraculously I wasn’t shot. We kept going, crawling on the floor but all of a sudden when I thought I was out of danger, a girl appears out of nowhere and starts beating me. She is really decided to kill me. I don’t know her, but I have to defend myself so I fight back. Soon realise she is no match for me and I kick her ass badly. But I don’t want to kill her, so I take her injured to inside this place we’re taking hide out.

      A party
      Maybe we’re celebrating surviving the shooting (I have no clue), but now I’m inside a house and there’s a party going on. Not a huge party, more a like a funeral celebration actually, but there’s food and drinks. The injured girl is there, looking miserably embarrassed and angry. I go to the kitchen looking for some fruit juice, but can’t find a clean glass to drink or any juice.

      ??? GMT – 3rd waking

      A secret dream
      Confidential

      Peacock temple and the 12 stages practice
      I was somewhere in the middle-east (or so it seemed) and I find this beautiful amazing temple with the shape of a peacock. The façade looks like the feathers of the peacock. I “hear” that here there’s a strange rare cult with a background of deep philosophical roots. I “hear” they do something like the “12 stages of something” practice and that many people from different religions come to pray here and pay homage to their wisdom.

      7:00 GMT – Wake up

      Updated 08-25-2010 at 11:57 AM by 34880

      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    13. The Dream of the Children stranded on Two Islands

      by , 06-20-2010 at 08:12 AM (Folqueraine's Oniric List)
      20.06.2010

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      This dream has two distinct parts, but they are definitely related through their themes.
      In the first part, I am one of the inhabitants of two islands. The two islands are pretty small, but high, maybe of volcanic origin. They're pretty preserved, as far as I can see, there aren't many tracesof human settlement.
      Deep on the sea bed, there is a tunnel joining the two islands. The tunnel room closest to West Island is room 2400, the room closest to East Island is room 2100. The workers of the tunnel have decided to go on a strike that day. I work in the tunnel too and I wonder if I should work that day or not.

      There are several children living on both islands, but mainly East Island. A baby is born or has been left on a beach to the north-east of West Island, and a child from East Island comes to pick it up in a little boat. But since he doesn't want to be seen by any of the adults (maybe because they would take the baby), he asks a teen girl to come with him. This teen girl has an identical tween who has a young child, so if they're caught, they can always claim that she is the twin and that it is her child.


      Part two

      The children have all been forced to flee to a beach on the south side of East Island. They all live on the beach, which is closed off the rest of the island by foredunes and cliffs. They've built shelters out of driftwood and seem to have settled quite some time ago.
      I then realize that it is silly that they should be locked off the rest of the island just by a dune, so I decide to fly over it (metaphorically, since I'm not bodily present in the dream) to see the other side of the dune.
      I can see that there's a sort of desert with a few trees and bushes sprouting here and there, and a little pond near the beach. I assume that's were the stranded kids get their drinkable water.
      A caravan is coming. Some of the men are wearing bedouin clothes while others are dressed like Westerners.
      I then decide to embody an adult man. I talk with the head of the caravan. He tells me about the two Westerners, one at the beginning of the caravan, one at the end. The one in front is sick, while the one in the back has a broken arm which needs to be put back together.
      I nominate myself doctor of the stranded children and decide to help the two men while the kids deal with the caravan. I hear the leader of the kids tell the leader of the caravan "Welcome to Thoninnio", so I gather that's the name of the settlement.
      The first man is in his late thirties and has short, light hair with blue eyes. He looks very kind and, while I auscult him, tells me that he broke the other guy's arm. They were previously lovers but they had a row about the children of one of them (I think his, but I am not sure) and in the row he seized the other's arm and accidentally broke it. He wishes he could help but his ex won't let him near him. I'm a bit disappointed because he was so hot and kind, I would have liked to hook up, but too bad!
      I ask if there's anything I can do to help them reconcile, but he explains apologetically that he went too far in the row and that he deserves what he got, and there's probably no way to fix things between them.
      I then move to take care of the second guy. He's younger, late twenties or early thirties, with jaw-length hair, and looks vere bitter. He doesn't want to chat, so I just pull his arm and snap the bone back into place.
      And then I woke up and quickly found a trick to remember the name of the settlement before going back to sleep.


      Updated 06-20-2010 at 06:32 PM by 8172

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      lucid
    14. A dog race, shrinking, and terrorists in Turkey.

      by , 05-12-2010 at 06:04 PM (Visions in the Dark)
      Dream starts off with me at some sort of Olympic event for dogs. There is a race down a long winding path that looks like a bobsleigh track. The dog I have entered looks like my friend RM's previous dog Memphis, a shetland sheepdog who passed away last year. Spectators and other dog owners have gathered in a sphirical room where the race starts and where it can be watched on a large screen t.v. There are many people there but the only one's I really pay attention too are a group of three young men who are dressed in black or dark blue suits and look like hitmen. They are determined to win and I fear they may become violent if they lose.

      The race begins but I am too worried about watching my back and keeping an eye on the dangerous looking suited men than the ranking of my dog in the race. The race ends and neither I nor the suit men win but for some reason I leave the statdium with them and we all leave our dogs behind. Outside there is a path that leads to floating boardwalk that goes over a lake to a townhouse complex on the other side. As we cross the boardwalk it starts to sink and we are forced to swim across. For some reason we have to do all of this unseen by others because we are running from something but I cannot remember the reason anymore. The most handsome of the suit men sticks close to me and is very protective. I think his name was Vince because he looked like Vincent Valentine when he was a Turk.

      When we get to the other side we have shrunk and are about the size of crows. We start sneaking around one of the townhouses when we run into my friend RM and her dog Memphis. She tells us that the coast is clear and that we can get by unseen. Past the townhouse complex is a parking lot, then a trailer park where the Vince's alcoholic father lives. We take shelter in father's trailer and Vince and his father argue about something.

      Beyond the trailer park is a huge grocery store which we have to sneak through to get to something on the otherside. We dodge through aisles and onto a table with fruit when we are spotted by some shoppers but they don't threaten us like we thought they would and rather only show curiousity about our small size. The four of us finally get through the grocery store and find ourselves in a dirty run down town.

      The dream changes and Vince's two companions disappear and he language and dress of the poor people walking around inform us that we are in a slum in the eastern European country of Tukey. The slum is overrun with gangsters and terrorists and anyone who lives there are virtual prisoners. Vince and I are normal size again and we are now lovers and he is my fiancee. Because of the dangerous conditions of the city we go are seperate ways because Vince has to find something that will let us get out of the slum and to freedom and I am told to mill about a trade center to wait for him.

      The trade center is filled with goods from all over the world and I am amused to find a section of Canadian memorabelia and soapstone carvings. There are explosions outside and the people in the trade center panic and start running around to find cover. I ask one old woman what is going on and she tells me that terrorists have been randomly attacking the slum and bombing certain streets. I go outside to try and find Vince and see that there are people walking around cautiously either trying to go about there business or find shelter.

      There is an older man who works somewhere nearby that I think can help me, but the bombings are close to where I think I can find him. I search up and down many narrow dirty streets until I find the dentist's office where the older man works, but it is closed and no one is there. I walk out of the alley and see a gang of men wearing masks, carrying weapons and riding crudely built motorbikes riding up and down the streets forcing people to do as they say and to go inside or they will kill them. I know these are the terrorists and I have to hide behind some debris in an alley to avoid being seen until they pass.

      I run into a woman who says she knows where the old man is and I follow her to a cafe halfway across the slum. We manage to get there unnoticed by thugs and find many people trying to take shelter or relax and have a coffee. The older man is there and he admits that he knows where Vince is but first we have to go back to his dentist's office to get something. On the way we are stopped by some masked men who threaten us, but the old man shows them a pass of some kind and says that I am his daughter (and he is escorting me home for the forced curfew) they begrudgingly let us on our way.

      At the dentist's office the old man is dismayed to find that it has been broken into and the place has been ransacked. His money, passport documents and stash of cigarettes has been stolen. The old man thinks awhile about what to do next before deciding that we should head to the trade center which is not that far away.

      The dream becomes fuzzy and I cannot remember a bit but somehow we meet up with Vince who had been captured and tortured by some terrorists. The old man bribes someone to take us to a port town nearby where we can sneak onto a cargo ship and onto freedom. We succeed in getting on the ship but some gangsters or terrorists find out that there are two people trying to escape from Turkey and they get there own ship to pursue us. The crew of the cargo ship get nervous about having us as passengers and dump us on a small island not far away from the port on which there is a circular fortress of some kind that has many levels underground.

      Vince suddenly looks like he appeared in Dirge of Cerberus and has acquired some guns from the cargo ship crew and he sends me into the lower floors of the building. He is able to kill some of the pursuers but is forced into the bowls of the fort when confronted with the leader of the terrorists. He gives me one of his handguns and tells me to go to the lowest floor and wait for him. I can hear gun fire and yelling but don't know what is going on until Vincent and the terrorist leader come running down, shooting at each other. The terrorist leader has transformed into a hideous beast and is more impervious to bullets. Vincent has trouble taking him down and just before the end the leader summons more warriors to fight for him.

      There is a long gun battle all over the basement of the fort but Vincent eventually triumphs with my help but the dream ends before we leave the island or anything.
    15. Rosso and the snakes.

      by , 10-14-2008 at 05:00 AM (Visions in the Dark)
      I am Rosso the Crimson and I am in some sort of army. For some reason a small group of soldiers including Shelke Rui, Vincent Valentine and I, defect and flee from the main army, which is situated in a sparse and barren, temperate forest. The rest of the soldiers in our group seem to be young adults and children.

      Vincent and I have the responsibility to lead the children away from that place but our ideas and ways of doing things are often at odds and we fall into verbal conflict, though most of the time I conceed to Vincent's way of doing things. I am kind of annoyed at first, but ultimately trust that he will not lead us astray. As we leave the main camp, and out of the forest, it begins to snow and our first night is tryng to find shelter where we can sleep. There are several large gaps underneath logs or holes in the ground large enough for humans to crawl into, but Vincent says to stay away from them because dangerous wild animals, like bears and foxes, might live there.

      We crest a hill and come across a children's playground where someone has thrown a blue tarp over some of the equipment, and while we could all easily fit under it, Vincent insists that we are not far enough away from the main army yet and we must continue. At this point in the dream, Vincent suddenly disappears and in his place is my brother Ryan.

      We do not have to walk far to discover that we are on an island or something and must turn back. We return to the playground and I lay down on the ground to sleep, with Shelke beside me, and hope the man who I still expect to be Vincent to lay down on my other side. Instead the man lays down on the other side of Shelke and I am shocked and angry to see that it is Ryan not Vincent.

      Despite being very tired I refuse to sleep and insist that Shelke switches spots with me because I am afraid that Ryan is going to sexually molest her. One of the other children soldiers cannot sleep and wanders around and finds a radio which he immediately turns on very loudly. I want the young boy to turn the radio off because I think it will give our position away but Ryan says it is fine and mocks my obvious apprehension. I convince the boy to turn the music down and everyone goes to sleep eventually, except for me.

      Suddenly I sit up because I have an overwhelming urge to find Vincent, without whom I do not feel secure. I walk around the playground area and see that while it is still cold, most of the snow has disappeared. I turn off the radio as I pass it by. All of the defected soldiers except for Shelke and Ryan follow me.

      One little girl freaks out because there is a tiny brown snake in the sand. I pick it up and throw it as far away as I can but quickly find another, and another and then many more. There is a reddish brown snake with a yellow rattle on its tail near the playground and the children flee because I positively identify it as a rattlesnake. Suddenly all of the snakes I can see are of the poisionous variety and as I walk back to my sleeping bag I am bitten several times, though I do not seem immediately affected by the poison, which feels hot and firely, almost electrical, coursing through my veins.

      I cannot wake Shelke and since I refused to leave her there I lay back down on my roll to sleep. More and more snakes appear, each is bigger than the last and they are increasingly a variety of bright colours. Soon there are so many of them that I cannot move without touching several of them and they turn and bite me, again with that fiery, electrical feeling shooting through my body. I feel myself becoming increasingly weak and disoriented, but I do not know if it is because I am exhausted or because of the poison.

      I sit up and notice that Shelke and Ryan are gone. Still hoping for Vincent to return I cry out to him to save me. When Ryan appears instead I am very upset, still wanting/expecting Vincent, and fall silent in anger and frustration. I sit crosslegged and completely still and the hundreds of snakes surround me and almost bury me in their mass and I find that I would rather be crushed or poisioned to death (though at this point I notice they have stopped biting me) by the snakes than to have Ryan come near me or save me, the very thought of which makes me feel sick.

      The last image of the dream is looking at the mass of snakes in my lap and taking note of a rather large, bright red one with intricate oriental inspired patterns down its back that are coloured a bright yellow or gold.
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