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    1. 14 Jun: Hit and run and consumed by remorse, UFOs among us and learn to program them

      by , 06-14-2021 at 03:34 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP


      I am a college student and I hit and run a man and left him bleeding to death on the road. My thought was that he was going to die anyway, before help arrived and so I rationalized that fleeing wouldn't ruin even more lives, namely mine and of those around me who would suffer immensely if I was convicted of manslaughter. So I decided to run away and pretend I had nothing to do with it and act normally. I was absolutely sure I could pull it off, even when the police appeared on campus and started investigating the students.
      I am heading to the library and the detectives are in the corridor talking to people and my paranoid mind believes a couple of them seem to be watching every movement I make and my facial expressions. I do get a bit nervous and I bump into a table and throw an ashtray to the ground, but I am already out of their sight. At the library I steal some chips from some kid who has a bag of chips open on his table. He doesn't even flinch. Wonder if that's because he is my friend or he just fears me. I go meet a friend at the most far back table and he is playing a computer game with cars and he is very proud that he managed to fit a car with a long hood into the back of a truck cabin and make a weird truck trailer, just to prove his smart and ability to bend the rules and codes of the game. I couldn't care less and cars actually trigger me at the moment, but I engage with his enthusiasm, to not raise suspicion. Later on I meet a group of friends, who are all very shocked with the events. One of the girls (looks my old friend Mara) says she would have no mercy for whomever the killer is. I feel very uncomfortable that I am the person and imagining if it is ever found out.
      We go for a walk outside the campus and we pass by the road where the accident happened, but they don't know that. There is no longer any sign of what happened, besides a patch of sand the authorities spread to soak up the blood. But my friends don't know, they have no idea where the accident happened, so "Mara" asks what is this for and I swiftly say probably to cover some oil spill. They look at me a bit strangely and I say I am just guessing. We arrive at some snack-bar / pub by the side of the road, where they like to go, and the cops and detectives are gathered there. This makes me anxious. There is also Master Harry, a Scott who is like the keeper of the campus. He spots us and invite us along. But my friends feel super interested in talking to the cops. The owner of this place is a surfer and has a long board decorating the place, above our heads and one of the detectives apparently also surfs so they engage in conversation regarding the long board. I am not interested.
      Then the older detective throws me a bate, by teasing me about a plant cared by the bar owner. I am not the least interested. He asks me stuff like if I can identify it, if I'd like to have one too and what I think about this guy managing to have one in this climate. And I am like "why should I care?". Then he shows me it is a pineapple and asks me if I shouldn't I be more enthusiastic about plants. I realize he already knows too much about me and my interests, which means I am a suspect. I do have a greenhouse that I care for meticulously at my parents house and I care a lot about plants, just not in this context with the stress I am feeling. I am seeing my life going down the drain. I don't know how they know, but they already suspect it was me, and are just trying to catch me. I think about my plants dying if I am arrested and I feel extremely sad for that, more than anything else.


      Back to previous dream. I am not caught yet, but I am going crazy with the guilt and duplicity. I have to deal with several people related to the victim and the feeling that I am keeping this secret from them and they would hate me if they knew the truth is consuming me. I am wishing to go to some island where nobody knows me and start a new life.
      I am staying at some pension of a lady who isn't particularly fond of me. She complains of something I supposedly did in the kitchen and asks me to clean it, but I am relieved to know it is just a silly thing I didn't even do. She has no clue that some other night I was drunk and peed in the kitchen. So I go look into the fridge and instead of cleaning whatever, I steal something, like some cheese and bread to make a sandwich. Then I hear her talking to her daughter, who just arrived from school and is complaining about something. Her mother says "well, you're not doing anything, because her mom is Carolina Herrera and nobody dares to upset that family at this moment, because of the terrible thing that happened to her dad."
      They are talking about the man I killed. I feel guilty again and run to my room. The room looks like my mom's office and there are tigers outside of the window trying to come in, so I rush to shut all the openings and lock the door.


      At my mom's house, It's night and I look outside. I spot a UFO, just a white light orb dancing around at distance. Then I spot another one, static and the first one moves towards the still one and then they both move away. During the day I spot one again in the sky. I start seeing them a lot. One day I spot one very small just hovering a street. I now am able to spot them all over the streets, spying on people, unaware of them. Only I seem to be able to see them. with the help of some friends, I capture one. It is the size of a basketball and it loses the ability to camouflage when offline. I show to my friends, who believed me but had never seen one themselves. I teach my friends how to spot them, and we can see them in the sky, in strategic places, positioned in geometric clusters. They form ice crystal like shapes with arms connecting them inside pentagonal areas. These bigger structures seem to be regulating the climate or other purposes. The little ones at the street level are watching us on a daily basis.

      Back to the dream. Me and my friends are now a rebel force meeting in secret and collecting data on these UFOs, trying to understand what they are here for. One day, I am on a bus ride with one of this friends and we spot one in the sky, after a long time not seeing them. We wondered if they found a new way to cloak or had simply disappeared. Then we see two jets flying on each side of the orb but at some point leaving and the orb staying fixed in a position. Me and friend point to it but no one else seems to see it. As I point to it, I feel like I am pushing a button and the orb opens up into a square of squares of different size, like a virtual keyboard. On top rows are bigger blue squares and bellow are smaller red squares. So I do what I did before and also pretend to click them as if they are buttons. I push a random combination of keys. The UFO/keyboard disappears and immediately strange things happen, like some cars on the road going bananas as if they lost their electronics, and going over the rails and crashing. We rush to meet with the others and tell them what happened. They are a bit incredulous, but I explain maybe all orbs are programmable but we need to crack the code and see which combinations do what. Then the girl who usually brings us food comes in looking scared. Says the building is surrounded and they threatened her. Everyone wonders how they found us and I say I actually told them and it is part of a bigger plan, but they think I am just crazy and are in shock that I did that. I seem to have a really intricate plan, but I wake up before finding out.

      Updated 06-14-2021 at 03:38 PM by 34880

      Categories
      non-lucid , nightmare
    2. 4 Jun: Surreal sucession of events with killer and man-eating robots

      by , 06-04-2021 at 09:03 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP

      Meet a man who claims he got a visit from an alien who kidnapped his dog. Me and my mom and some others come visit him at his place, and he shows us how obsessive he is now locking everything and bringing his other dog and his cats inside. His dog is a poodle and he keeps him tied with a rope, long enough for him to move freely around the living room. He explains the alien was a Vulcan and I visualize Spock claiming he too the dog away for his own benefit.
      The guy turns into my mom's neighbor, Marco, and he and mom go to the kitchen prepare food. I am in pajama for some reason and I ask to use the toilet to change. Then his house is a hangar.
      When we gather around a large table to eat, we wear some yelling outside. We check and there are robots outside, one the depressed robot played by Alan Rickman on the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, another one is a bit more aggressive and eats humans and he is demanding a sacrifice. One guy offers to go while the others just shrug. I am shocked and I want to stop it. I go outside and try some distraction. Not sure what, but works and they go away.
      Back in the hangar we party, we have a ball. I dance with a girl. I see there's 2 guys also dancing with each other and I suggests we change pairs, but they seem ok together and my pair also seems to prefer dancing with me. Turns out she is gay, and she tells me about her wife. I feel chemistry between us and I wonder how she feels about cheating on her wife, even if just mentally. Then there is a play and some dude on a stage is acting a monologue. I find him boring, so I leave for a walk with a few others and we end up on a pool in a park. Only I swim. Another girl is offering some candies to people but not to me and my friend, so we snatch the bowl from her and get a handful of candies to ourselves. My friend feels bad about it but I don't, I feel like she owes me something. The candy girl then wants me to buy a special brand of coffee she sells, but I say I don't have money to spend on it and that I also have a neighbor who sells it too and would prefer buying from her.
      After we end up at a retro hotel and I start seeing what happens there from the perspective of just a viewer. Some beautiful lady with her entourage is checking in, one of her aides is a deformed woman with a creepy robot doll that talks. There are some famous actors like Tom Hanks as guests and the story turns into a musical with silly dances. Later on there is a dinner at an aquatic room. All the VIP guests wear a jelly mask around their nose and mouth, that allows breathing and talking. I don't know how they'll eat. The room is gorgeous like an underwater cave with seaweeds dancing, fish swimming. Then the person at the head of the table complains he doesn't want to share dinner with a killer who is in the room. Turns out the doll is under investigation for murder. Then I recall this story being from some novel and there being a vintage movie adaptation and I relive it all over again, but in the vintage version. In it the hotel is the same but the decor is slightly more simple. The foyer walls are painted in indigo blue, the deformed lady is not so deformed but has 3 pyramid shaped horns coming from her cheeks and forehead and the robot-doll is played by a real chubby girl with prosthetics. The aquatic room is very similar though.
    3. 31 May: Jeffrey Dahmer as a guest and walking my dog

      by , 05-31-2021 at 04:46 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP

      At my paternal grandparents house, staying with my mom and two guests, one is a fat kid on a diet but who can't resist eating and the other is Jeffrey Dahmer supposedly rehabilitated. I am preparing to go to sleep, and I go around the house checking if all is locked down. Wanna tell mom to lock her room and want to tell her who Jeff his but I am afraid she will panic.

      Walking on the street with Hachi on my side, no leash. Then I spot a dude on a street above us with a german shepperd and I grab Hachi by his neck and look around for something I can use as a leash, because he ain't happy with the other dog's presence.
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      non-lucid
    4. ok

      by , 05-18-2021 at 06:06 AM (MoSh's DJ: The Best Dream Journal in The Universe.)
      No Jamie dreams... (maybe 1) Can't tell... I Think These kind of dreams are going away

      Killer

      Was in some fat guy's living room with a kitchen right next to it. He was saying he was going to tie me up. I asked something forget what. He said he was going to kill me. I found a sharp thing witha long pole and stabbed him in the gut. He looked really surprised like, "That wasn't supposed to happen." And I started beating him on the head with something, to make sure he was gonna die.
      Tags: jamie, killer
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      Uncategorized
    5. 21 Sep: American tourists, stabbing and a tornado

      by , 09-21-2020 at 12:16 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP

      I'm in Belarus, I meet a family of 4 American tourists who are downgrading Europe. I step in and tell them about an average life of an European, to try to convince them they are wrong. I am not convincing the father, so then I turn to the daughter who seems a bit more open to it. Then some lunatic appears out of nowhere with a knife and stabs the man several times. No one else wants to come close and stop the killer. I pick up different things to use as a weapon and I approach him. I hit him in the head with something heavy and knock him down. Meanwhile I spot a big tornado in the horizon. I look around for places to take cover and see an entrance to an underground market. Unfortunately it is not very safe place, because it is basically an open patio excavated on the ground. Still, it is safer than the surface, so I drag the Americans down there with me. We try to find places to shelter and hang on to. I see a storage room that is made of concrete with a metal door and I slam it open and get inside.
    6. Dead Crow

      by , 06-01-2020 at 04:11 AM
      Sunday Night, 5/3/20

      Dreamt that I ended up in the ER due to some serious respiratory issues. They gave me a bed right next to a couple people infected with coronavirus. They looked like they could be dying from it. I asked the nurse if it was safe for me to be in the same room, especially in my weakened state. She told me it was fine and that "They're six feet apart!". I wasn't reassured, especially since it was more like two feet. Is this even a real hospital? I wondered. This isn't the right procedure. I then noticed there was no medical equipment anywhere, just cots. I laid there, fading in and out of consciousness, wondering if this was where I would die. At some point I found the strength to escape from the place when no one was looking.

      An involved plot followed where I got captured by a sociopathic serial killer in an abandoned industrial building. I managed to hold him down at one point but worried I wouldn't be able to maintain control of the situation until the police arrived. I don't think I did. The police did arrive, however. Three cops entered the building. I switched to the partial perspective of the lead detective, an older man close to retirement age. He/I instructed the others to split off and make a little noise to fake out the serial killer so he thought we were all approaching from a different side. Meanwhile I went off a different way as quietly as I could. The surprise ambush didn't work. The killer was holding a gun to the hostage, who was now actually a cat instead of a person. He gave me the ultimatum of taking a shot to the head to save the cat's life. I got the information that this cop was depressed and felt empty without his work to look forward to. He/I took the deal and for some reason I knew that the killer would adhere to the bargain... because he was just that particular brand of crazy.

      I somehow survived after taking four gunshots to the head. I was not in great shape, however, and knew I needed to seek medical attention. I staggered out of the building and into the forest at night, making my way down the path. I gradually became myself again. I came to a short, rustic stairway with a wooden railing. Around that area I noticed a few swarms of flies. I stopped and stared for a while from a distance. I wondered about what type of flies they might be and why they were swarming here. I crept closer to get a better look and discovered that there was a dead crow laying on its back and that's what had drawn the flies to the area. I stared at the crow for a few moments, then I stepped past it and continued a short distance along the path until I reached the edge of a college campus. The Narrator spoke, telling me that I was going to be alright. I turned my face to the sky as dawn was approaching and lifted up into the air, drifting above the campus. The Narrator gave me instructions on which direction to travel. It seemed odd to me that I was flying but I reasoned that I must be in some sort of virtual reality simulation. Yes, that's it, that's why I heard a voice. I figured.

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    7. 22 Apr: Golf with Trump, flying car, all-I-can-eat and dog killers

      by , 04-22-2019 at 10:05 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      At some place, playing with someone's toys and I see a gorgeous realistic doll. The owner says it is for sale and not very expensive, still it's 39€. For this type of collectible it is cheap, but still is 39€ for a doll, so I get really divided and can't decide to buy it.
      Meanwhile, Riverstone comes along and he asks me for some money and I go to my wallet and have packs of money. I start taking all the bills out for counting and ask Riverstone to help. He starts counting and I need to go do something else but I more or less evaluate how much money that was from my week sales and it is quite a lot. I feel glad.

      Dad invited for some event with VIPs. He takes me along. He joins a bunch of old white people who are down in the garden playing a kind of mini golf and Trump is among them. When it's Trump's turn, he does some weird trick and my dad is under the impression he cheated. But from my viewpoint I don't think so, so I tell him that. My dad gets upset that Trump might actually be a good player. Anyway, as I watch closely this group of old pathetic weirdos, all sucking up to trump, I just feel compassion for the poor fucks, including the Donald himself who simply looks like a clown unaware of his own ridiculousness.
      Meanwhile they are being watched from afar by a group of younger people and I notice some dude staring at me and quite a few others also looking like wondering who am I and why I am among the old geezers. Then I get a big smack in the face. It's a girlfriend that just saw me there and is totally surprised to see me there. I wonder the same. She confesses she is around for something else and spotted me with that group and had to come and check.

      Back home (childhood home), I am with my dad and my three cats. My mom has a friend and some family coming over for a dinner and she got drunk on some liquor. I ask the name of it, because I also try it and it is really tasty. When the family members leave, my mom goes out with her friend. My dad is at the bathroom and when he comes out he gets really scared at something. I heard a noise, but I see nothing strange. Then I see the front door completely open and ask if that's why he got scared. He says no, but also doesn't explain, just goes to get some tools to fix something. I close the door and immediately go check on my cats. One by one I find them deeply asleep in different rooms. I feel relieved.

      Parking one of my cars at home (the farm), I notice something weird: my van is not a van, but a second small car. I go check and it is a flying car. I take it for a ride through the country. People walking below get scared but I am high enough not to be a danger. Then I slow down at the next village and an old neighbor who is walking his dogs makes several complaints. We discuss back and forth, but I tell him not to worry. If we conclude the car or my driving are dangerous, I will stop it. So the grumpy old man and I depart in good terms. Then his son comes along, arrogant, no respect for anyone and he wants to sue me. He carries on bragging about his properties and his rich inheritance as if it had anything to do with this situation.

      Doing a Buddhist retreat, staying at some big hostel, several floors high. I find my room, I am tired and just wanna go to my bunk bed. I start dressing my pajama pants, but my neighbor from the bed below invites me to go to the cafeteria for a while. I have very little money that I can spend but I am definitely hungry., so I accept. She actually needed someone to talk to. She says she gave an interview to some media and she is afraid she might have said too much about our retreat. I tell her I always share just the basic and other things I refer to my teachers and if they need, they can ask them. She orders something to drink, I order some kind of yellow thin pancake, the cheapest thing in the menu and then some generous folks come buy with plates full of food, leftovers they want to share, toasts, pasta, sponge cake... I am so happy and don't want to look greedy but I immediately dive on these plates and eat from all of it.

      Some guy who's into booze comes to find his drinking bottle grew and stretched into the sky like the bean stalk from the fairytale.

      Some graphic news on tv about a lady haidresser and her boyfriend who became dogs serial killers, because supposedly she was going through difficulties and started eating dog meat and cooking it to sell to others. They show graphic footage of her cooking live puppies in a barbecue and cutting the neck of a grand danois.
    8. #215 - Hunted by a friend?

      by , 03-22-2016 at 08:02 PM (The Oneironaut's Odyssey)
      Dream
      It was day time on a school trip, there was a group of us and something about a killer on the loose. He was apparently after us and more specifically, me. We were on a bus at one point and I remember seeing other kids on another bus, they were in the same group or something as the killer and are his accomplices. Wait, so the killer is a kid?
      I'm in a building now, it's the hotel or whatever that the class is staying at. I'm sitting at a desk and I'm Malcolm from Malcolm in the Middle. I had earned money from doing something (I think selling notes for class) and bought a gun for self protection. It's night time here and the gun is in front of me on the desk under the light of a small lamp, then the killer shows up. I can't remember how but I shot at the killer which was lucky because he had a gun too. But it's surprising because the killer is actually Aaron, a childhood best friend. I remember getting a scolding from the teacher (I mean after all, I'm like 10 in this dream and I have a gun..), later on I end up with my gun again but this time there's modifications. Oh sweet modern technology for being so damn cool. This part was really vivid and awesome, I added heaps of attachments to the gun I had, turning it into a full on rifle. There's a firing range which I shoot at twice, jesus that's powerful. I fiddle around with the rifle and dismantle bits and pieces before reassembling it, there are lots of details here that I can't write up. I'm in my room again and I have the gun... Wait, what was that? I swear that I heard something but it was just so faint.. I raise my gun slightly and then as if he was just going to peek around the corner, I see the killed (Aaron) poke his head through my door.
      *BOOM* I have a sort of panic moment where I let loose a couple bullets in his direction, he's stunned that he didn't get the jump on me and that I have a huge ****ing gun. He ends up getting apprehended in the end..

      I also remember something about a killer except this time he has a square upper arm scabbard which has a dagger sheathed in it. He jumped out in a comic-book fashion with lines of effect whizzing past him while he drew his weapon and prepared to stabby stab..
      Categories
      non-lucid , nightmare
    9. #119 - Killer / How long does it take to make a hot chocolate

      by , 10-02-2015 at 12:20 AM (The Oneironaut's Odyssey)
      Non-dream
      Dream
      Lucid

      Dream 1 - Killer
      It seems to be night time in an urban area with large business buildings towering around. I think I killed a couple people on the streets, I have no memory as to why but I think I was doing to serve justice. Things get a little panicky, I mean... I apparently just killed someone. So naturally I seem to try run away, I run into one of the business buildings and take an elevator. I feel like someone is chasing me. I make it back out on to the streets somehow and catch my breath a bit.

      Dream 2 - How long does it take to make a hot chocolate
      I'm at a school or something, I can remember vaguely the layout of everything but it's impossible to describe. I'm hanging out with a couple guys and girls. I remember making a hot chocolate, I had the powder in it and poured hot water in and stirred... Then I drank it and felt powder. Looking down I realized I hadn't managed to get all the powder to dissolve. So I tried adding more water.This went on for an outrageous amount of time. Doing stuff like reheating water... I think one of the guys was dressed wrong, he was actually a girl in disguise which she kept a secret. We were handing out fliers and this song was playing.. For some reason it's a 'Fun Girls Power' theme song playing in the background O_O my god it was quirky. Also entirely original . While the song was playing a montage started happening which was completely irrelevant, there was a picture of a girl with silver hair which was another friend of ours too. The montage seemed to resemble school life if I think about.
    10. Mzzkc's Mind Games

      by , 08-21-2015 at 05:37 AM (Mzzkc's Mind Games)
      Inspired by Samael's return and a slight nudge from Dreamer, I bring you something totally lame! No color coding, no fanciness, no pictures! It's everything you could want from the first...

      BARE-BONES ENTRY OF MEDIOCRITY

      Escape

      I catch wind through the Internet that a bald, psycho, murderface, nut-job is coming to kill me in awful and terrible ways. Acting immediately, I move through my parents' house checking all doors and windows are properly locked. Fortunately, I manage to lock the one unlocked door--leading into the garage--right as I hear the tell-tale grinding of the garage door opening. As the killer on the other side begins grinding away at the handle with some sort of angle grinder, my parents calmly remark "That must be him," and continue watching television. Deciding I'll have none of that, I hurry my fiance downstairs, out the back entrance and into the snow--bare feet and all. I propel us over the fence, and we're off.

      Running for our lives.

      In the police station, one of the officers goes over my name and remarks I've been making the rounds on the news lately. I tell him, "Yeah, I've noticed." There's a line to get help, but that seems boring, so I leave with my fiance, deciding I'll come back later.

      I check my phone and find a subreddit created by the guy trying to kill me. As you'd expect, it's creepy as all fuck, and I'm horrified by some of his past "work" and detailed designs for what he planned for me. As it turns out, my death wasn't part of those designs. Just horrible body "upgrade" procedures straight out of a proper nightmare. Stuff like mechanical tetrachromatic eyes, replaceable intestines, metal plating in place of skin--all installed while I'm conscious mind you.

      I decide to go back into the police station.

      As I'm rounding the corner, a bunch of bald guys who look just the killer begin walking towards me. Shit. I call out, "Help! Officer!" But no one comes as they swarm around me and...just pass me by?


      Con

      Watching some mid-level players duke it out in a Super Smash Bros Melee mod I'm unfamiliar with. Lacking my glasses and a controller, I step into the convention-room's hallway. I outstretch my hand, and pull my glasses to me. They shoot from my hotel room and are in my hand in less than a second. Then I do the same for my Gamecube Controller. A few rounds of play later I head out into the convention. Wandering around the hotel, I find myself in a totally separate convention--this one dedicated to board games. Oddly, both conventions are sorely lacking in attendance.

      Bored.

      Time to explore Vegas...

      I fly (hover, really) around Vegas for a bit. There's some gross celebrities getting doted on by hotel staff. Unrelated to that mess is some nonsense about avoiding the pool because I don't actually have a bathing suit because reasons.


      Alternate Dimensions

      One moment I'm at my parent's place, the next I'm still at my parent's house...but it's moved to the end of the cul-de-sac . I had felt the shift as reality folded in on itself, maybe that's why I'm the only one who seems to know anything is amiss...

      Outside now, I check the garage, and there's a canoe in it. We never had a canoe before. A neighbor walks up and nods to the boat, "Perks of alternate dimensions," he says with an approving tone.

      I shrug; I don't even like boating that much.

      Updated 08-21-2015 at 05:55 AM by 25167

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    11. Trying to kill a serial killer who used mystical circles on the ground

      by , 06-01-2015 at 06:42 PM
      The dreams started in the middle of an old town.. it reminded me of some Italian city. Many people were on the streets this day.. the weather was nice, and a lot of tourists were walking around. And then I have noticed 3 colorful circles on the street. They were really colorful.. somehow dreamy.. in shapes of a hypnotizing spinning circle.. every circle really caught your attention because they were really mystical. And i have watched the circles and the people around. 3 little boys came to play on these circles.. every child picked its own circle.. and i have noticed a strange person nearby.. it was a street performer.. but his eyes were constantly looking in the direction of these circles.. And then I have figured out.. what is going on.. This guy is a serial killer. And actually the victim decides its own fate.. which depends on the circle they are standing in. So this innocent little boys had no clue that one of them is going to be killed very soon. And when i figured this out.. i went to a nearby stand.. and took a knife from the table.. i hid it into my sleeve, so i can approach this maniac without being spotted. I was so angry.. in berserk mode.. i was walking towards him.. but something strange has happened. All the people on the street stopped walking.. and all of them were looking at me. It was strange but still.. i didn´t change my mind about killing this guy. And then.. the voices came.. People said.. one after another.. "dont do it".. "we know you have a knife in your sleeve".. "everyone knows it is you" .. "dont kill him, you will never get away" And i stopped..
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      non-lucid
    12. A Case Unexplored

      by , 04-06-2015 at 10:49 PM (Exploring My Mind)
      Great start to the morning. It's been a while, but I finally had...another lucid!
      After going the weekend with no recall whatsoever, having a lucid this morning was a nice surprise. While the dream was short, and I couldn't recall much from before I went lucid, it's a success nonetheless.
      Somebody (don't remember who) gave me enough money to take my girlfriend out on a date to go eat somewhere. Love was in the air, surely it'll be a wonderful date...wait. Ah, there's my girlfriend's mom (are you noticing the recurrences here?). Turns out, she needs me to investigate a case before I can take my girlfriend out on a date. This case involves a serial killer who has been active around the area recently. (colored serial killer a light purple, as killers seem to be a frequent occurrence in my dreams lately.
      I partnered up with a man whom I've never met before, and just as we started planning what to do about the case... I woke up. My alarm went off at 4:30, and I had to go to work in about an hour and a half. Luckily, I knew I had set an alarm for 5:00, so I decided to drift back to sleep. And wouldn't you know it, I returned to the exact same dream, right where I left off.
      Only this time, something was amiss. None of this seemed real. Something (I'm not sure what) gave me the feeling that I should do a reality check. I pinched my nose and tried to breathe, and I was able to. "I'm dreaming!!" I shouted. My partner looked at me with an odd expression, but just dismissed my apparent insanity with a "Yeah, whatever..."
      He immediately wanted to get back to looking into this serial killer. "Won't be a problem. Let's use this," I said matter-of-factly. It was here that I imagined a filing cabinet full of info about the killer to appear in front of us. I expected it to be there, and POOF, there it was, as if it had been there all along. I pulled the drawer open, satisfied with my successful attempt at dream control. And then...

      I woke up for the last time, my alarm for 5:00 blaring in my ears. So, needless to say, that left me feeling pretty good! I've never created something with dream control before. Before this, I've flown, did acrobatics, and threw a fridge across a room, but creating something is a new one for me. It was effortless too, no problem making it appear whatsoever. A good milestone, I think.

      Updated 04-06-2015 at 10:53 PM by 33438

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid
    13. A Gathering

      by , 04-04-2015 at 01:38 AM (Exploring My Mind)
      Lots of recall from this morning (or rather, last night)! Remembered two separate dreams. The first one was one I recalled upon waking up in the middle of the night, so the details didn't come back to me as clearly as they did the second one.

      I went about my daily business at a new company for work. Only, this wasn't just your average job. The workplace was also a school. I frequently went with my coworker from real life, and we went about our daily grind. At some point this part is just a fragment for me I ended up playing a hyper-advanced version of a PS2. After doing some more work, it then occurred to me that somebody was behind me. Somebody with sinister intentions. They ended up holding a cloth to my mouth and wrapping their arms around me so that I couldn't escape. I had been drugged.
      And with THAT really unnerving ending, that's all I can remember from the first dream. Not a whole lot, but something nonetheless.
      Now for the SECOND dream, which I remembered upon waking up for good. This one was quite longer, and more vivid.
      I had bought a fancy new apartment for myself, and was looking after my dog Jesse one bright morning. Jesse ended up peeing all over the place (which is what he does in real life). :canislucidus:
      I tried bringing him downstairs to a safer area to pee, but my girlfriend and her mom disapproved of it, and scolded me extremely badly, almost to the point of insulting. I felt extremely bad, and for some silly reason that I assume only goes by dream logic, Stephen Hawking was nearby while they scolded me, and he was smiling a big smile and ramming into me with his wheelchair. ...make of that what you guys will.
      But I digress, after they scolded me, I screamed really loudly out of frustration.
      Soon after, all of us went to a concert hall, where the DJ and producer was none other than my Japanese teacher! This brought up my mood quite a bit, and we caught up for a while. He then let me take control of the stage, as a play was going on (though I don't remember what it was). I messed around with the lights, and background music, amusing myself for a while.
      And finally, after THAT was done, my teacher, girlfriend, and her mom all went with me to this little girl's house for her birthday party. Oddly, I didn't recognize this girl from anybody I know IRL, yet I treated her like a little sister.
      My girlfriend's uncle was at the party too, scoffing at people getting references wrong. Scarily enough, just like the ending of the last dream, this one ended with a bit of an unsettling note, as news got around about a killer on the loose while we were singing happy birthday, of all things.
    14. Blood Hungry

      by , 01-15-2015 at 06:40 AM
      It dream started off somewhere an abandoned suburban neighborhood I've been to before in one of my previous dreams. I went walking down a two-way street towards a corner and around there there were more homes. I walked down that street and found a small factory building ahead.

      I walked in to the property and passed a barricading fence that led inside the facility, or at least that's what it looked like. There was a narrow passageway just besides this houses that surrounded a few other homes just along the way. This area was also dirty and old. Many of the walls on the buildings were torn up and intensely damaged.

      I walked in to the narrow passageway just along these homes and right before I passed the small factories' door fence, a man opened the gate with a set of zombies running through the fence. I helped the man and quickly shoved the zombies away as he was trying to close the door. What happened next, I couldn't recall, but the next area I walked in to was relevant to the scene that happened here.

      Me and a couple of other guys were teaming off and fighting against the zombies. We left that big suburban neighborhood and ran off in to one of the old abandoned factory/vacant and tried to find a way to get out of that mess. On our way there, I lost track of my two other friends. I was stopped by these two cops. They tried and get me to raise my hands so they could detain them. I don't remember exactly what happened but as one of the cops came walking towards me, I was somehow able to run out of the area I was in and appeared to be hovering above one of the abandoned buildings where I found two interesting people roaming the building. It was Sydney and Madison.

      Neither one of them knew I was hovering above the empty roof on top of this small building. Both of them were wearing their uniforms and didn't seem to care that the city was being torn down by flesh eating beasts. I didn't try and get in front of them for them to notice, instead I was in the mood for something different. I slowly flew above them. Madison went off deeper in to the building faster than Sydney where as she was left behind, a perfect time for me to get her.

      I slowly landed my feet back on the ground. I grabbed a big rock laying on the ground and slowly leaned towards Sydney. I held the rock up high and slammed it against her head. I slammed her head a few times until I finally realized the only way for her to go unconscious was to imagine it. I hit her head one last time and saw her collapse to the floor. No one in the scene noticed. I left her body lying there and left Madison walking off.

      After killing her, I appeared to be be inside a safe house mechanic shop where Rick Grimes and Daryl Dixon were helping me fight off this zombie apocalypse. We were all inside the mechanic shop where Rick helped sort out an escape out of this place. He sent me and Daryl off towards the back of the shop where we had to clear out an area of zombies lurking just around the building. Unfortunately, we were stopped by an enemy, someone big. It looked a lot like that auctioneer from Storage Wars.

      This unknown individual had a pistol pointed towards me and Daryl. He was talking to us about something, but I'm not sure what he was going on about. His talking did make the scene a lot more dramatic, though. After he went on about whatever it was he was talking about, I quickly grabbed his gun and pointed it up straight towards the ceiling. He fired off a few shots until Daryl shot him a few times. It still didn't seem to stop him from letting go of the gun. That's when I grabbed a screw driver behind me and stabbed him in the stomach. That didn't seem to bother him either. That's when I tried again, but this time I aimed for his head.

      He finally went down judging by the lack of strength he was using against me, and then died. I woke up seconds later.
    15. Decapitation

      by , 11-26-2014 at 01:23 AM (Schmaven's Dream Journal of Randomness)
      I notice I am seeing myself from the 3rd person now, I am tied to a lawn chair on the beach, next to someone else who is also tied to a lawn chair. My head is strapped to a palm tree behind me, and I have a cut in my neck. It doesn't look good. I appear to be having my neck slowly cut open. I don't want to scream because of the hole in my neck, but it seems like I only have one chance to get help. I let out a huge yell (still watching in 3rd person as I do this), and blood spurts out of my airway that has been cut open, not making much noise. The man behind the tree then swings his heavy knife, and in a few whacks, severs my head from my body. I feel sick to my stomach. As soon as my head is severed, my body starts pissing freely into the sand, no longer under conscious control. A guy nearby laughs at me because I'm peeing myself. My killer sneaks up to him, and shoves my head right in front of his face. Scared greatly, he now realizes why my body was peeing.
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