I went to bed at midnight and just got out (09:30), though I've been awake for a while longer. Fragments » I am enormously pissed off at my mom. I don't recall what the reason is specifically, but I say the most awful things to her. » I'm with my thesis supervisor. It's a white woman. We're talking about the research that I want to do. She tells me I shouldn't pick such a narrow topic, but keep my options open a bit more. Overall she doesn't seem too enthusiastic about the research proposal for my thesis. » I've joined my best friend to what seems to be her university. She has her own desk in a big communal office space. She's a student, but I suppose a bit more than a regular student, as this is a privilege which is mostly kept for teachers. I think the idea was for her to work on her thesis. After a while I take her spot and start working on my thesis. I'm thinking about the topic and considering some things. » I'm a spectator. I see Patrick on his sports motorcycle, performing a jump on some grassy hills in a park or something alike. As soon as he lands, he loses control a little bit, but he manages to regain it. Someone asks him something. Perhaps if he has done it before. It sounds a bit accusing, like a mom would do if you did something dangerous. He claims he didn't. » I'm at a house party. I'm not sure what happened anymore, but something tells me this would have been an interesting dream if I could recall more. I'm in a living room with a group of people. We're all a bit tipsy/drunk. I may have performed some magic. » I'm on the beach of what seems a moderately deserted island. I'm with a woman and a kid I think, though I'm not sure. We don't really have anything to eat, so the woman decides it's best if we eat 'airfruit'. At first I think this is just a way of denying that we don't have anything to eat, but somehow some fruit appears from thin air. I think this dream had some details about the airfruit that made it really memorable. I should've written it down earlier though. Jungle war I'm on a tropical island that's not all too big. I'm on the side of a militia group. There's also another group on this island, though I haven't seen them. These groups are at war with each other. It's already dark and I'm in the jungle with a few men from the militia group. They are talking about exterminating the other group and conquering the island. Their talk makes me not want to be a part of their group anymore, as I don't like what they stand for. I'm not gonna tell them now though. A mission is about to start to destroy a building of the other group. It's a highrise building surrounded by a moat. A few man use something akin to the grappling hooks and swing back and forth like Spidey. I can't recall how anymore, but a fire starts on one of the upper floors, which seems big enough in size to be able to destroy the building in due time. Odd adventure I'm in the living room of my mom's house. My mom is also in the living room. I'm extremely frustrated. There's a crack in my glasses, despite me being so careful with them. In this dream my glasses look like the glasses of Le Corbusier. Totally not related, but someone feeling as if it's part of the same dream, I'm driving either a bicycle or a moped through a sort of small park. I pass a boy that I seem to know. Perhaps a friend of my little brother. At some point I'm driving on a road parallel to a highway, definitely on a moped now. I'm on a bridge, but there's a major problem. A part of it has sagged enormously and is actually so low as to be below the waterline. The bridge doesn't appear to be broken though. It's more as if the bridge is insanely flexible. I find it highly inconvenient, as there is no way that my moped's engine is going to survive that much water, but it doesn't occur to me to turn around. I wanted to wait it out, but something has caused me to move forward past the point of no return. Knowing it's not gonna help, I try to go as fast as possible, in the futile hope of using my momentum to get to the other side. I don't think it worked. Vivid printing I'm standing near a big printer, the type they have at the university. I don't recall there being anyone else. My document is being printed. It's a document that I have highlighted with a different colour on every page; blue, green, etc. The highlights on the printed document are very vivid, as if I used an actual marker after printing. Some pages have an excessive amount of highlights. There's a page where every single word is highlighted. I try to be quick about it. I don't want someone to catch me while I'm printing with this many highlights. I think my reasoning has to do with excessive use of ink. I try to put the pages in the correct order, but I drop a few. I pick them up and try again. It feels as if the ink is still wet, but there are no smudges anywhere.
Updated 11-30-2015 at 10:38 AM by 71740
Non-dream Non-lucid Lucid Dream 1: Bike trouble I've parked my omafiets (bicycle) in front of a pharmacy called Etos. I'm inside, buying some things. I take a bit longer than necessary, but I am out again within 5 minutes. I go back to my bike and notice that my chainlock has been cut, as well as my bikechain and my handbrake (an omafiets doesn't have handbrakes). Fuck. This is really shitty. I mean my bike is still here, but I can't use it now. I see a guy closeby get into the driver's seat of a car. The way he looks at me makes me suspect him, but I can't prove anything. I come up with a quick plan: I go back into the pharmacy and keep an eye on my bike through the window, though I make it look like I'm just shopping. I hope that someone will try to steal my bike and I can catch that person in the act. My plan ends up a bust. I'm back in my student home. At least 1 guy is moving out. My focus point is still the fact that my bike is messed up. I don't wanna buy a new one; that's expensive! I can check FB to see if someone is selling bicycle parts. Still, it's real shit. More happened at the house, but I can't really remember. This was a shitty dream for me cause of the bike. Not sure if it's at this point or later, but I have a false awakening somewhere in the evening. Dream 2: Jungle I'm walking into a jungle with.. my girlfriend I guess. We would like for a place where we could be alone. So far no luck. This jungle is in the Netherlands. Ah look a mountain, or a hill I guess. It's probably the [insert name of existing hill that I forgot] in Hilversum. Maybe there is a volcano too. No wait, we don't have volcanoes in the Netherlands. We keep walking and regularly see a few people. Eventually we're in a room full of people and a small party is going on. I'm no longer with my girlfriend but with my female cousin, who is about 14 years old. A guy sneakily grabs her ass. She doesn't resist it. It pisses me off. I'm at a table where it's self service to get a drink. I take a plastic see-through cup, but it's been used already. Another one. Same story, except this one is still half full. I guess this whole stack is dirty. I manage to find one that is clean and pour myself a drink, I think a transparent one. I consider my options to fight the guy who touched my cousin's ass. Can I handle him with my knee's current condition? I decide to throw the little bit of liquid that's still in my cup at his face and then leave with my cousin. She walks ahead of me through a number of almost empty rooms. I keep up the pace a little bit, just in case the guy does decide to come after me. In the end I see a dragonball animation. Vegeta is coming after me. I quickly deduce that it's not the official one though, because the quality of the drawing/animation is really low For those who don't know: the Netherlands definitely doesn't have a jungle (unless you count all the weed). Dream 3: Good vs. Evil The location I'm at feels difficult to describe. It is outside, a sort of camp / community, a bit like how there are Gypsy camps I suppose. It's in the middle of nowhere it seems. It's daytime and I'm having fun with my group of best friends. We're going about exploring. One rule that applies here is that you can't mix a good colour (orange I think) with a bad/evil colour (purple). This even goes when you buy candy. There's a woman who sells really delicious stuff. She's sitting behind a glass window, sort of like some ticket sellers, but in a small caravan-ish construction. You can bring your candy to her, or she uses her own, and she will give you a sort of deep-fried candy or a macaroon. I go there multiple times. Even when buying this candy the rule applies that you shouldn't have good and evil mixed together. I pay the woman with what looks like Indonesian Rupiah's, but is just a bit different. The very last time I buy something from her I suddenly have to pay an extraordinary amount. Apparently this is due to the receipt roll having run out. I look on my receipt and see that I have to pay for the new receipt roll. What the hell? So if you're unlucky you suddenly have to pay a shitload? I'm not sure if she doesn't get that this doesn't make sense or if she is scamming me. I end up not protesting. I go towards my friends. I have my candy in the left pocket of my hoodie. I pull out an orange one and a bit later a purple one. My friend mentions that I can't do that. I tell him it's ok and that I have separated them: 1 colour in the left pocket, 1 colour in the right. It's a lie. On the ground is a circle (perhaps 1 m² big). It's moving (anti)clockwise. There are some brown (ground colour) stones in there which have differing heights from the ground (just a few cm's). It's a natural occurrence and the only place where you'll find orange and purple mixed. There are some orange spots and some purple spots. The kids are having fun playing a ridiculously dangerous game with it. Hit an orange spot with your foot and nothing happens. Hit a purple one and you slowly turn into stone, extremely slowly, starting from the foot you touched the spot with. I'm on a market. There's a guy who looks like he is in his 30s - 40s. He looks like the mercenary kind of type. I can't recall the context, but he wants a teenage looking kid to join him on a mission. He is pissed off at the kid, shoves some weapons into his hands and they're on their way. He tells the kid he adjusted a shotgun specially for him, cause he is left-handed. He gave him a knife and possibly a handgun as well. I start to wonder why the kid doesn't just shoot the guy. They go to the camp. One of my friends has hit a purple spot. I panic, but can still think somewhat straight. We have to amputate his big toe, because that's starting to turn into stone. Knife! Where is the knife? Come on people! We need to save his life. Too late, the process has already started to spread to his whole foot. Too difficult to cut with a knife. Ok just blast the whole foot off with the shotgun! I pull the trigger. Nothing. Perhaps 3 more times. Still nothing. Fuck! Somewhere something got switched and it's now my 1 year old cousin whose foot is turning to stone. My mom calmly bathes him, washing his foot. It helps. Wow! Somehow it feels related to this dream. I am in my mom's kitchen. On top of the fridge is a light green bucket with big ass knives and what not. I take the butcher's knife. We can use this to cut off the toe. But since it's not real and we don't really wanna do it (just for the camera), we have to be careful. Dream 4: Early vodka It's still morning. I'm joining my friends at the table. They're playing a drinking game with vodka already. This is gonna be a hell of a day... Within a few moments of me sitting down I've already downed 2 entire glasses of vodka. The game turns into a video game. The outcome of the video game decides who has to drink and how much. I get a call from a guy I used to be friends with, but haven't spoken to in a long time. I can't recall the conversation anymore, but it was definitely friendly. I have another false awakening in which I note down some keywords about what I have dreamed so far. Dream 5: Storror There are a couple of guys in a warehouse making a bunch of noise and having fun. I hear a couple of their names. Callum.. Sascha.. It's Storror, a British freerunning group. A cop comes out and wants to have a word with them over the noise they're making. Someone has complained. They're considering running away, but their names are already known, so what's the point? One of them goes to talk to the officer. The officer is suspicious of the pimped out car that one of them owns. He explains that he makes quite a bit of money of freerunning, so he can afford it.
I had 2 small dreams last night, but once again, I mostly forget what they were and I was too tired to get up and write them down at the time, but one of them involved my high school. I remember more of the other one. The other one involved being near some sort of jungle area in a small building. There was a lady there who worked there for some reason. I remember someone killing her and saying something like "Sorry for removing you from your post." But then I was able to save her for some reason, so I did. She seemed important but I didn't recognize her at all. It was very strange. This all got me thinking about an old dream I had maybe a month ago too. The premise of this other dream is that my school got some sort of expansion, and another floor. There was even a medical wing in my school for some reason. It was really strange. I remember walking down the seemingly endless hallways, trying to look for someone. I think my dream recall is improving, but I need to learn to wake up and write my dreams down as soon as possible.
The whole world was coming to an end. Every body around me was panicking and was quickly rushing out the exit freeways to escape the city. The city, one next to a mountain and the freeway, was filled with a wide open space of something I didn't bother to look at. I never looked at it. I just sort of assumed it was filled with tons of people and parked cards with people running all over the face. Moreover, there was a boundary that separated that side of land and the side I was standing on. I didn't cross it, so I just went ahead on with the nearing extinction of human civilization. Before I knew it, I now appeared inside a absurdly crowded jungle filled with what seemed to be an amusement park. I through a quiet building trying to see what I can scavenge to survive longer. Eventually, I found a room that was filled with fearful people, some of which I knew. From what I could tell, most of them didn't know how to survive. I noticed one of them sitting in one of the chairs near one of the exits and until I walked up past them, I realized that it was Jen, or Quynh - whatever. I didn't want to stay with these weak ones and become fearful my whole life. I wanted to go out and and see what I else I could find. I walked back towards the empty exit doorway and walked back in to the jungle. After making it to the river, out of one of the buildings across from me, I see a huge baldly shaped man charging at me with eyes of danger. To my surprise I didn't know what to do. I didn't think it would hurt me. The rest was just a blur. I do remember what happened after. Me and a few other people were inside a red car. The person driving, which I assumed to be a stranger, was driving out in the desert with the intention to kill the man who screwed his wife on a video I saw on the internet(that video was on my mind for a while). When we finally went past his place, he drove past his place and started firing at the wife screwer. Then he fights back. I had my head ducked down to prevent from being shot. I heard shots fired near the door. The driver finally got a hit on him, shot and killed him. I became relived. We made a inspection stop on our way on to a tall bridge surrounded by cops and mountains. We slowly reeled in next to what looked like a prison. The cops were stopping us and told us to get out of the car. That's when I realized that I forgot to take the revolving gun out of the car before we came here. Fortunately, the cop didn't care. He saw the gun and didn't arrest me. However, that wasn't it. There was an attractive looking game center right by the inspect location. Me and the others walked inside to see what we could find. They went along and in to the inner circle of fun while I stayed on the outer side where I spent thinking over my thoughts. The room was lit up by red ceiling lights and multicolored entrance lights. I walked around to see where I could think but I didn't find anything. As the dream was finally starting to come to an end, I became confronted by some evil spirit. It was testing me to see whether or not I am fearful of it. I challenged it by teleporting myself through a series of mind-blogging events that led me in the back yard of my home. I was alone. I ran up to the evil spirit and enraged all of hatred I had for it and released it in to a show of fireworks. What seemed to be an unknown figure was Darth Maul. He wasn't the only evil being, though. I too became one of the evil ones. He didn't like me though. I pulled out a double edged lightsaber, like him, and started waving it at him and his defenses. He had more skill, which caused my lightsaber to split in to 2. I continued fighting and then lost when I threw both of my lightsabers at him and then was attacked by the piercing force of his own saber. I felt the pain. I imagined my body not splitting in to pieces, and it worked. However, when I grabbed a hold of my saber, I through it at him which turned him in to little pieces. I then rushed back to the game center using the teleporter and left the dream because of the burning mark Maul left on me.
I was in school. With a few persons I entered the toilet, and when I wanted to exit, the doors were closed. One person had keys, but they have broken when he tried to open the doors. I walked all around and examined the toielt. It was clean, and luckily there was no stench. There was a window, but it was too high to reach, and there were no ways to open them. I entered one of the cabins and waited. Suddenly I heard some noises, and I went to check what's going on. I saw that the doors were still closed and thought "Why haven't we tried to kick them open?" I kicked the doors with little to no force, and they opened setting us free. I headed towards the stairway, which was surrounded by student DCs and a DC teacher. They told me "Now! You have to do this!" I stood there confused, but then I realised that they want me to make RC. I did the nose-plug RC, but somehow it haven't made me lucid. I ran towards the cloakroom, took my stuff from the locker and exited the building. It was cold and rainy. I followed three persons. They have noticed me, but I still followed them. I went away from them on a nearby crossroad, and entered a bus. I bought a ticket and sat down. When I did this, I travelled back in time. I was an adventurer in XIV century. I was wandering a huge primeval jungle. My mission was to accumulate food, so we could stop crisis in Europe. When trying to take some fruits and wild growing potatoes, I was attacked by strange, colorfull birds. I knew they were a huge threat for my expedition, and fought with them using my sabre. When they finally flewn away, I called for expedition. People appeared and took plants so they could grow them in Europe.
From the classroom to jungle I was in school, sitting in classroom with other people. My English language teacher made us test from relligion. I took a pen, and looked at the test. Suddenly I got teleported into a jungle. I was surrounded by huge trees and smaller plants. I started to climb one of the trees. Looking around while going higher all the time. When I reached the top, I saw a beautiful view. I jumped down and landed safely on the leaves. Next I started to run around and hug all the trees.
03/03/2015 Another Outlast dream This dream was lengthy but i can only recall the last bit of it. I was in a very large building that looked like a mansion but was set up most likely as an asylum. Where i started i had one of the crazy people chasing me already. One of them was an actual character from outlast named Chris Walker. For those wanting a description he is a very big rather muscular ex-military police patient at an asylum(Mount Massive Asylum). He wears chains wrapped around his ankles, wrists and waists. He has military boots, camo pants and no shirt. His face has been self mutilated to where his nose is basically non existent, his lips are gone and can see his teeth showing, and he tore up the skin on his forehead, claiming it helps him see with the 3rd eye. The patients of the asylum, as they are from the actual story, are forced into dream therapy and have lucid dreaming tasks as tests for them, as well exposed to a series of images on a loop for hours that makes them very violent. He has a lot of blood around the chained areas that are not his own. So you get the idea. Walker is only trying to kill me, nothing else. I started the recall in a open, empty room with nothing to hide in so i decided to make a run to cover. The building interior had only natural light and a lot of open ceilings and walls to let light in. The walls were a tan color. It was late afternoon and the sun would be down soon. When i decided to find a new hiding spot i could hear Walker talking to himself about finding me. I ran down a short wide hallway into a room with a few lockers here and there and nothing much else in the room. It was a dead end! there was no other rooms to go in, just a small balcony. I ran to the small balcony with a single locker in the center of it and decided to hide there. I could see before entering the locker we were in a jungle area, lots of lush green plants surrounded the building. Walker enters the room and i watch him through slits on the locker. He walks past every locker in the room except Sure enough Walker didn't check any other locker except the one i was hiding In! He opened it and grabbed me out of the locker, stared at me face to face as he held me a few inches off the ground, and threw me a few feet across the room and proceeded to walk over to me. I had to run quick or he would get me and that would be it for me. But that is when the dream faded. Throughout the dream i never really felt much or any fear.
Updated 03-03-2015 at 06:04 PM by 62947
I looked at various sites on the internet for plane tickets to South America while lying on a double bed. Next to me a loud, plump quintessential Spanish woman with black hair,a corset top and black knickers on knelt beside me. I could sense a male presence in the room. She started ranting in Spanish,something about "poquito". I returned the banter with a couple Portuguese phrases like "tash Fish,Ta bong,toet beng". I watched as the computer visualization on the screen was flying (or was I??) over the Earth and started moving through the depths of the Amazon jungle. I observed entranced. (Scene change) I sat in a toilet cubicle with Brandon,and old friend,while he showed me the new cellphone designs. He then takes a medium sized onion out of his pocket and proceeds to cut it in half with a sharp knife. According to him this was the new telephonic device of choice.
.../I'm attending an open air metal festival organized by a friend of mine. It's the last participant band and I see many attenders going up to the hills during the pause. Apparently the show is taking place out of the city. There's no lights out of the place. Lot of people seem to be drunk or high. I don't care. I'm hearing a riff in the background which seems to be very familiar although I cannot distinguish which one is it/... * Woke up with the riff in my head and I realize I've heard it before but just in dreams. I hum it into my voice recorder and I hope I won't forget about it. It has keyboards but I don't know how I'm going to record that because I sold mine long ago. .../I want to connect my deck to the equipment because I want to record the show but I don't find proper cables, mine are are tangled. I think I could use my voice recorder, but perhaps the signal output could be too much for it. I go on trying to put in order the mess up in my hands. I see a couple of guys using my deck to make a sound test or something like that. I think it's great to have my deck used for the concert. I talk something with them/... .../I'm watching a documentary of a black metal show boycotted by punk-rockers, some of them get on the stage and try to pull the microphone off the singer's hands who has his face characteristically painted and hardly tries to keep the pole in his hands. After that, I turn to see the opposite happening at a punk show where some black metal fans are doing the same but with some flags painted with spray, hanging on the sides of the hall. They hang themselves to pull those things down and move along a line that holds all the flags, it looks they are having fun doing it and I follow one of them until all the flags are on the floor. At one side, next to the gate, I see a TV playing the trailer of the documentary with Ozzy Osbourne's "Ultimate Sin" playing in the background. Then I see him shaking hands with Madonna and giving her a classic long arm bracer. Then a bride gets out from a plane, she's wearing a very hot transparent tulle wedding dress. She holds a baby on her arms while greeting some public that apparently went to see her. She seems to be a famous Hollywood star, and it looks like it's related to the Heavy Metal scene because of the context/... .../I get to the tribe, the cabins have no front wall and they look like market stands, selling clothing. I see some jeans when I hear a voice telling something about Curt Cobain related to the mark of the jeans. I think it's sort of company that earns lot of money by selling cheap things although hiding its real brand. I see the different logos in the jeans, although according to the documentary, its the same producer. Then I see a kid at the shore of a river in the middle of the jungle. It looks like the Amazonas and the kid is lying on the floor of the entrance of his cabin. The water sometimes gets into the house taking the kid out of it. I'm trying to take a picture of it and post it telling something about the war and its consequences although there's no war around, I want to start a scam too/... * It's nice to see this jungle again because of it's related to some epic dreams...
Fight - 1 NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID It looks like I am kind of an agent/spy, a very well trained one. I am on a mission of protection some Persian Sheik's son. I have to bring him somewhere. We go through the backdoor of a shop but as were about to leave the shop something explodes and I get thrown out of the shop by the force of the explosion. The whole store is on fire and there is no way the kid survived. Years later I am eating in a restaurant when the windows bursts and someone starts shooting at the people in the restaurant. I find myself hiding in the kitchen together with Justing Long (actor from Die Hard 4), but he tells me he can't do this, start running but instantly gets shot. I follow him and look through the shattered store front. I see the shabby street, gray and full with trash. On the other side I can spot a balkony, connected to the street with a ladder. I wanna look away but I see a person climbing down that ladder, obviously in a hurry. Thats my guy I think and start chasing him. He has his back to me and doesn't seem to be running away. As I am following me he starts talking. He tells me the name of the man he just shot and everything else. Then he goes on telling me about a 15 year old, left in the flames, scared and without hope. I realize he must be talking about the persian boy in the explosion and as soon I finish that thought he turns arround. He looks normal with a scruffy beard and short hair. But on his neck he has some metal attachements I don't understand. Also his ears are covered in with a metal ball. He takes them off and reveales some earphones. But not the metal creeps me out, but when I look at his bare chest I see stripes of skin missing forming the word Fight, Far or Flare. The "camera" zooms in and I see a short video sequence with smoke and the title Fight - 1. It looks like an intro to a wrestling match. I look at his face again and see he also has 3 missing stripes of skin on his cheeks. (The dream jumps to another scene which repeats itself randomly a couple of times in the course of the dream) I am at a playground where a little boy plays in the sand. He yells mommy, but I just know that his mom isn't alive anymore. He shouts mommy again. I look to my right when a centrifugal begins to turn. I hear a little girl screaming from the top off her lungs: "She's my mommy!", in the creepiest voice I've ever heard! The centrifugal keeps spinning and reveals the little girls face. I look at her and see a gruesome dolls face with a mad grin and blood-shot eyes staring at me. She repeats, It is my mommy and the scene jumps to the story with the boy again. I find myself in a little shed together with Olivia Wilde. It seems we have to pass some sort of trial without water or food. It is insanely hot and soon the persian now man comes in with wraps and coke but doesn't give any to us. The persepective switches into 3rd person and I can now see where we are. It is definitely a jungle but it is completely artificial. The river is tiled and the water looks more beautiful than anything I have ever seen. The persian boy must have used his wealth to create his own paradise and now needs to trained agents to do something for him. I am at the playground again and everything happens exactly like the first time, besides I am closer to the doll now. As she turns all I want to attack and leap at her. I expect to tackle her, but just jump right through her and wake up..
I was on a kayak with a girl in the middle of a jungle. I had the idea to go explore the third wold countries that were around there so we set off in the kayak. We arrived in a small dark town surrounded by water. There was only one car, one gas station, and a few houses. The town was pretty flooded so we were on water most of the time. Suddenly, we hear what I know are leeches coming. They sounded like people screaming so we got ready. When they got there, they started attacking us and I asked the only girl with a car, who was an old lady, how to get them off of me. She said to go out into the wilderness so I ran away with Ace. We got out of the town but in my haste, I left my wallet behind. I had my belt along with my gun and my AR15. Ace and I started running but I let go of his leash and he jumped a fence into a backyard where there was a huge, muscular dog. The dog attacked us and I started shooting it and after about 10 rounds, I shot his leg causing it to come off, killing him. I grabbed Ace and spanked him for running away. We finally reached a city and people looked real strange, but there were more cars. I had to go back to the little town to get my wallet and was looking for someone who could help. I passed a few people and when I turned down an alley, I saw a group of those huge dogs come out. I turned around and saw 2 more groups walking towards us. I worried that I might get hurt so thinking it was a dream I tried to use fireballs. Nothing happened but a few people came to help me, along with some cats. I put my hands out to my sides and everything turned to slow motion as the fight started. I pulled out my AR15 shot at the animals. At times, I shot some of the cats but eventually killed of the dogs. The group of people said they were tying to get to the American Airlines station and I asked to be taken to the village for my wallet. Someone said they'd help me and I checked the magazine of my AR. The next round was gonna jam so I worked on it. After I did, the song Be My Rescue by Nichole Nordeman started playing. I looked at the skinny blonde girl who put it on and told her I loved that song.
My parents have sent me to some summer camp for 'gifted' children along with my cousin E. The summer camp is supposed to teach us to use our gifts to fight demons or something. The camp is held in a remote part of Florida. There was sort of a long chunk of time where I completely forgot about what happened. We find a magical portal in a tent, and decide to go through it. I find myself deep in a jungle area and E is nowhere to be found. I come across this large aztec-like stone temple. A number of dream characters emerge in a formation. All of them are wearing white robes. All of the men are playing drums and all of the women are waving large palm leaves around. A man appears in the middle who looks like the conqueror villain from the fantasy battle dream awhile back. He pulls out a large curved sword and challenges me to a duel. I accept. The dream characters form a circle around us preventing me from leaving. It dawns on me a few moments later that I am about to fight this guy unarmed. One of the dream characters surrounding us gives me a knife. I think quickly and decide to try and throw the knife, but it seems to be stuck to my hand. My opponent slashes me and I wake up.
Updated 08-06-2014 at 09:35 PM by 53527
I am in some unique parkway area, already partially lucid, in the rainforest. There are pathways and boardwalks leading around jagged peaks jutting out of the ocean. Exotic tropical flora covers almost every available square inch of the ground. It was magnificent. I could not however get the full view of the location as it was a rainy, foggy, muggy day. I am walking down the pathway when my dream guide shows up, and BAM, fully lucid. But she doesn't look like herself, she's way old. Usually she's a teenager like me, but now she's probably in her 50's or 60's with greying hair, and wearing a running outfit. But I've seen her be everything from a toddler to a really buff man, and go through about a million outfits along the way. I just know her when I see her. She asks me to follow her, then turns and runs the other way, and I follow. So I begin pushing across the ground, not so much running as I am just hovering to keep pace with her, and she begins talking. She slowly comes out and says that she is telling me her name. First name, then Surname, then middle name. (Why this was such a big secret until now remains a mystery...) But here we are. Her full name was (and I guessed on the spelling, Just pronunciation) Maneimonei Qui Tarr Two years ago, she told me to pick a name for my dream journal. Now she tells me her actual name. You know what, there is no way I am going back and editing the 100-odd entries that reference the placeholder name Lia. So my dream guide will simply be referenced as Maneimonei from now on. I repeated the name to myself several times as to not forget it, and layer down some stabilization by rubbing my hands together. I was not certain how much longer this lucid dream would last. The two of us arrived at a large stucco building with a small ventilation duct cut into the side. She crawls inside. I try to follow, but I don't fit. I try to shrink myself to go inside, but cannot. So I begin pulling on the sides of the entrance and making it bigger. I crawl in, pushing on all sides of the interior of the building making it bigger as I go. I wake up.
Updated 07-14-2014 at 03:41 AM by 53527
I was spending the weekend at my mom's after coming home for the weekend. The house was located in a jungle-like setting, with a color palette of pinks and greens. The main color of the house was tan, but had different colored designs painted around it. Mom wanted to get out and explore because this was a new house and she hadn't gotten the chance since moving in. I followed her around the place and saw trees that kind of reminded me of the ones that bananas grow on. Near one of the trees, she spotted about six little eggs laying on the ground. When she moved out of the way, I inspected them myself. A few, but not all, were cracked, so I was curious as to whether or not there were any baby birds inside of them. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something blue wiggling about. I took a closer look and saw what looked to be spiraled pipe cleaners laying a ways from the eggs. This was supposed to a bird, but it looked like an Unknown (pokemon) with an orange beak and blue feathers. Things that stood out: School (I was home for the weekend)Mom (appears a lot in dreams)A jungle setting (I don't live anywhere near a jungle) Eggs (some shattered)
Night of 4/16/14 Dream 1: rolling up a long cigarette ( 2 feet long) smoke it feel a buzz (different dream?) raining (next to a jungle? in south america?) had to hide from someone we both had guns running around sparse small bungalows hiding lights out we both had guns friend was in a house with me, needed to protect him
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