Highway It's daytime and I'm with my girlfriend near a transportation terminal. I think it's the backside of Amsterdam Central Station, but it's different from reality. I'm walking on a small bridge. It's one of those rotating platforms they used to make a train change direction. It's been built a few metres off the shore, above the canal. It starts rotating about 90 degrees while I'm still walking on it. It causes me to tumble a bit. My girlfriend laughs at me. We enter a bus. It's not a regular service bus, but more like the type you'd use for an organised group trip. We sit somewhere in the middle - back at first, but my girlfriend wants to sit more to the front, so we take the seats directly behind the busdriver. I wonder if we're gonna run into any trouble. Perhaps police stopping us because there are refugees with us. We've gotta take a pretty sharp uphill turn on the ramp towards the highway. The driver messes it up a few times. Man I'm not feeling too confident about this driver. He decides 'fuck it' and just goes straight ahead, dropping the bus at least 5 metres down to the highway underneath. The whole time I'm holding on to my seat and screaming like one would in a movie. I don't feel the impact, but I do think I felt the 'butterflies' in my stomach. I (and some others too I think) want to get out. I'm cruising down the highway. A lot of people are doing so on their skateboard. I'm not sure what mode of transport I'm using. I'm careful with passing people, so I'm probably using something bigger and more stable than a skateboard. I'm wondering if I would be allowed to join with a longboard. I'm liking this part of the dream. Room session I'm chilling in what's supposed to be my room. I've got my 2 laptops (a Mac and another black laptop) on the ground. I'm using my skateboard and going off the tiny ramp I've got here. I haven't taken the effort to move my laptops out of the way. I just skate around them. Mopeds I'm with a few of my best friends, all guys. There's also a girl, who is the girlfriend of one of them. She looks way different than she does in reality. We're in Indonesia. We decide to ride out on our mopeds. We're going to a dentist's house. He's quite rich so he's got a home office. We chill there for a bit, get offered a drink. One of my friends decides to leave for a bit. Another one asks for a different drink.
I think I went to bed around 23:30. I woke up around 08:00 and it's now 09:00. Really didn't wanna get up! All I remember now are some fragments » I'm driving the moped that I don't have anymore in a town close to the city where my mom lives. It's already dark out and the moped doesn't have any lights. A police car with sirens comes up to me to stop me. I talk with the police officer for a while. He didn't only stop me for having no lights, but also for going through the intersections without slowing down. My counter argument is that I had right of way. » I'm in my mom's kitchen, doing some of the dishes for the neighbour, a white male. Near the end of it I feel like I am doing way too many dishes, considering how little time I spent here. I take a small cake that's wrapped in peppermint wrap and walk out the kitchen. » I'm driving my mom's new car on the highway. It's pretty deserted, save for a truck which is standing still across multiple lanes in a tunnel. I try to manouvre around it, but I damage the car anyway. The left side scrapes along the wall of the curved tunnel. When I check it later there isn't that much damage though.
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.
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WILD gone wild I'm standing in the kitchen in my student home, behind the stove, cooking something. There's something unusual. I think it has to do with the pan that I'm using. I feel like I was really close to becoming lucid, or maybe I even was lucid. Suddenly I feel horrible. It feels as if I'm really drunk. My stomach hurts and there's some swinging back and forth of the dreamscene involved. It's destabilising. I'm not sure if I woke up or if I had a FA. Evil tree There's something to do with two sorcerers, Belgarath and Beldin [characters from a series of books I'm reading]. They're near a small airport during the day. The air traffic control centre is an enormous building which is capable of flight. It comes flying off from the distance and then lands near the airport. Apparently it's moved away every time the airport closes. Belgarath thinks this is outrageous and a word needs to be had with whoever is behind this. Belgarath (and I?) are standing near an enormous tree, just behind the airport. It's mining something from the earth with its roots. A red evil substance. It doesn't surface, so you can't see it, but we know it's there. I see an image of the roots of the tree extending down deep into the earth. The roots different shades of glowing red. Someone makes a surprised comment about where the evil guys behind this are getting this substance from. Every sea in the world has been mined for it already. I forgot the exact reply, but it was something sinister. I/Captain America (not sure if I'm him or watching him) am in the airport, full costume. I have an old fashioned bomb with a fuse. It should blow any minute really. I recall the last time I was in this exact same position. I jumped over some glass railings and shielded myself mid-air while the bomb exploded. This time I'm trying to run outside with the very limited time that I have and throw the bomb at the tree, despite the tree being on the other side of the airport and me not being able to see it. This is ridiculous. It's never gonna work. Maybe Belgarath can use some sorcery to steer the bomb towards the tree once it's in the air. Stadium parkour It's evening, not yet fully dark but quite a bit already. I'm walking towards my moped with a female friend. It may have been my classmate. We hop on and she makes me drive towards the security guard. She asks him for an alternative route of here and does so in Indonesian. That's the idea at least. I didn't really hear the words, but I recall that she asked because my language skills were a bit limited. She asks for the alternative route because if you go out through the regular exit, you have to pay a parking fee. The guard points us towards a stadium through which we can drive to avoid it. I give the guard perhaps 2.000 IDR for his help. I drive towards the stadium. Inside the stadium there are some people. I drive somewhere to the left. It's a bit of a maze in here, but suddenly I recognise it. I've been here before or I've seen it in a video. I'm not really myself anymore. Instead I'm controlling a freerunner called Luigi. There's unequal heights everywhere and I make great use of it. In the end I just want to exit, but Luigi automatically turns pretty much everything into a parkour move. Kitchen trouble I've had it with the dirty kitchen in my student home. I start exploring and it turns out that the kitchen of my mom's house is accessible from my student house. How did I not notice this before? This is excellent? Would my mom mind if I used her kitchen instead? The counter is quite small. Then I start to wonder: so all these years while I've been living in my mom's house, people from my student house were able to enter our home? I walk through our home. It doesn't entirely make sense to me. Fragment » I'm in the living room of my mom's house. My mom is very nearly passed out on the couch from being incredibly drunk. It's time to send everyone to bed. » I'm looking at my dreads. They're so long! They're real dreads now. Some of them are black, some of them are brown. I realise that must be because my own hair is brown and the extensions are black, My real hair is black. Fight again I'm sitting in my room at my mom's house. I'm sitting behind my desk, looking at video's on my iPod. The image is not fullscreen as it often is in my dreams. My little brother enters my room, with my mom in tow. They are having a fight again. O no, out! I've had it with their fights. They are unwilling to take my advice, so they shouldn't come to me with their issues. I feel like it's near midnight, or at least late. This plays out in the living room and kitchen of my mom's house. It's already bed time for my little brother, but he still wants to eat. He's arguing with my mom over it and says something along the lines of "you're not my mom, so you're not the boss over me". He heats something up in the microwave. I'm at the point where I feel like slapping him in the face with a flat hand. Not to hurt him, but to make him realise how retarded his behaviour is. Eventually he does go to bed without eating I believe. I take his food from the microwave. A cracker with cheese on it. I offer it to my mom, since I don't like cheese. She tells me I can eat it. I remind her that I don't like cheese. Somewhere in the middle of this dream I saw a tub in the corner of the kitchen. It was put on its side and pasta sauce was leaking into it from a plastic bag.
P.E. I'm at the campus, at the bicycle rack. I have to go to my former high school and follow P.E. classes. There is some technicality and unless I follow these classes my diploma is invalid. I see the image of one of the P.E. teachers in my mind. I know that today we're gonna do taekwondo. I consider not going. Why should I anyway? I'm not allowed to do martial arts right now anyway. I decide to go anyway. There's not much time though and it's quite a distance. I leave my bike and decide to take my moped. I ride with a couple of other people whom I seem to know. It's already dusk and we're driving on what seems like a highway. I've got a couple of plastic bags with me, some hanging from my steering wheel. This is totally not convenient, as I'm constantly worrying about the contents falling out. I also can't easily adjust them while driving. We all take a left. We're in a restaurant, taking a break. I know I shouldn't. There's really just a few minutes left. I join anyway. Somewhere early in the restaurant I have some chicken in a white paper bag. I throw it in the trash, since I'm vegetarian now. What a waste though. Maybe it would've been better if I had just eaten it. I'm sitting at a table with a few people. One of them is my former classmate, Bobby. I'm with his family it seems: a girl our age and an older man whose hair is moderately grey. They start talking in a language I don't understand. I presume it to be Afghan, since that's where he's from. We're in line at the register and as soon as someone gives his bill to the lady behind the counter I realise I have an issue. I think I threw my bill out with the chicken. There's also a language barrier. Somehow it feels like this lady speaks Indonesian, but there is no indication of that. I feel a bit helpless, not knowing how to communicate. Bobby quickly mentions something to her, but then leaves me to figure things out myself. I'm not sure what language we're attempting to communicate in, but in the end I have to pay 7.000 IDR, whereas I assumed it would be 12.000 IDR. There was an initial amount of 5.000 IDR. I think we're talking in English now. I have two wallets and we start talking about which bills I have to give her. She already starts handing me my change, as if she knows exactly with which amount I'll pay. I don't have the bill she aspects me to however, so I'll need to pay with a different one. The money looks a bit weird, not like anything I've seen before. There are also Euro's in my wallets. I have way too many coins to close the small wallet, so I pour them out into the bigger one. The lady starts going through my wallet. I'm apprehensive of this. On the other side I don't really care all that much. I think I have 3 tennis balls with me which I drop. I look for them on the floor, amongst the legs of the people standing in line. I hear a lady talking about an excursion trip to the Arctic. She's talking in English. I struggle with this idea for a moment. We're in Indonesia. The Arctic is super far away. Excursion? It's a bit of an older lady. Standing outside now, near a tree with many leaves. It's daytime. I'm with amongst others the girlfriend of my housemate. She's sitting on the ground, doing some kind of bicycling exercise. She's got her legs around my leg while she's doing it. Ehh, why? We're about to go. You're about to cyle for real. She tells me she won't. I tell her she will. I then tell the 3 people present that I really need to get to P.E. class. There are 4 minutes left until the class starts. I'll definitely be late. I knew I shouldn't have stopped. Then I wonder about this. So what if I don't go? They already gave me my diploma. And what if they revoke it? I've already done a bachelor and am now doing a master. This is ridiculous! I consider not going, but I'm too much of a rule follower. We're on the bicycle in my hometown. My housemate's girlfriend is sitting on the back of one of the bicycles. Ah so that's what she meant. We enter an intersection. The people in front of me are going left. I should continue straight for the P.E. class. I think I eventually take a left as well. I'm already late anyway. Might as well be a bit later.
I became lucid at the start of the dream, but my body felt slightly distant. I was in a large walled garden, the walls in question being two stories tall and having buildings built into them. The grass was vibrantly green and the sky a pastel blue. I looked at my hands, and the dream became more vivid. I then remembered about dream spinning, and so promptly span twice on the spot. The increase in clarity was amazing! I could feel my heartbeat in my chest due to my excitement. I remember someone talking to me, but I ignored them and flew away. The dream then changed. I was then riding down the main road of my town on my moped. I wasn't wearing any protective gear and was driving like a complete pillock. Still, it was very fun Here it was raining, and I could feel the cool touch of the raindrops on my exposed skin. I eventually got to the entrance of the high street and dismounted. The traffic seemed to have just stopped, with some people gathering near me to see what I would do. I decided to try some powers, and felt a change of weather was in order. I stretched my hands out in front of me together and pointed them palm first towards the sky. I then pulled my hands apart in a great semicircle. As I did so, the grey clouds receded with my hands and the sky behind was sunny and a beautiful light blue. Someone near me said "Thanks mate!", and several other people were looking with amazement. I then lost lucidity, and have little memory of the dream that followed save for a few snippets. There was a robot factory, my brother, a large laser and the enclave.
Date: 11/09/2011 Comments: Very long dream, very vivid, non lucid all the way through, I think this ones going in the dream gallery. I'm with my parents and siblings going on holiday in this strange landscape, it seems mainly sand dune although I have fragment images of grassland, which would have been nice. We arive at out destination, there is a large black box wedged on the side of a large sand dune hill. I look at it first, wondering how stable it is, when I come to the conclusion that it is safe. Inside the black box is beds, nothing special. I remember guns, and we go off exploring, after heading down to the bottom of the sand dune, I remember fighting a massive monster with large tenticles, but the dream transitions back up to the black box. I'm with my brother, playing an iphone game, it has terrible graphics, and I dont see myself playing the game, the screen is my vision. It involves flying away from these monsters, and you can shoot back at them. First time I dont move so I get destroyed, but then I get the hang of it and I get quite far down, I remember it being quite a disturbing experience, I head down the levels of the game, each getting harder and harder to escape. Dream Fade. (Comment: This next dream had loads more, I just cant rememeber it for some reason) Im in this strange land where I am being briefed on the various missions I can do, there are various missions and they each pop up on a HUD I have. I am searching around, fighting monsters when I come to the ninja mission. There is a ninja figure perched on top of a building, in the distance I see a 2D layout of a landscape, it is enclosed in a cave. I want to attempt the mission, but I don't have a sword. I make my way down to the cave to and peer over the edge. I do see a sword icon, I jump down and get it, I am very careful and worried I may be heard. I eventually make my way out of the 2D maze and reach the ninja. Dream transition. I am on the same building, with my rather large friend. He is sat there with his laptop, and in the distance there is a massive projector, I want to watch a film, so I ask him, he agrees. We discuss the fact that his computer cost a third of mine and yet it's still as good (not realistic) I am quite annouyed. I head down to the house, it's quite large and modern, with alot of windows. I go past the gate and through the open door, my friend Oli is there. He wants me to walk him up to the fishing dock to see his girlfriend, I have to have dinner soon and will be late if I go all the way. I ask my mum and she agrees as long as I'm back in time. I head down with oli, there is a massive road nearby, I am complaining to him about how there is so many people on motorbikes and mopeds without helmets on as it's a legal requirement (and just stupid). There are no cars on the road, just push bikes, mopeds and motorbikes. I tell him I should go back, but he convinces me to keep going, even if I am going to be late (he does this in life all the time). We get to the fish dock, it's a thin dark concrete pathway with a steep hill next to it. We walk off to find his girlfriend, she is wearing wellies and is in the river, the river appears to be quite shallow with lots of pebbles underneath, the water is very clear by england standards. She is fishing, which is very odd as I doubt she has every fished in her life, and with her friend called Jasmine. My friend begines to talk to them, although I call oli away and tell him I am so late, and that I want to go on his girlfriends ped back home (I am confident on riding a ped as I have a motorbike in real life). We walk to the top of the hill arguing, I tell him I will return it after tea, and tell him he has no reason not to let me. He agrees but says no. For some reason I slap him hard across the face, I instantly feel bad for doing so, and appologise. He is quite pissed but I calm him down and he lets me take the ped back. I guess the agression worked. I ride back down the road, there is still loads of people and it doesn't take me very long to get back. I go back through the open door, my mom is very disappointed with me, I feel really bad, I explain to her that I was persuaded to keep going, she says I should get something from the fridge. I eat a cheese triange on something weird (I was actually doing that the day before). My family and me decide to go back to the docks to do some fishing, I agree, I don't remember getting there but I am at the docks right away. There is very little fish at this time, and my dad is at the top of this hill lying down telling everyone how bored I he his. We decide to go to this industrial museum which is right next to the fishing dock. It has loads of old rusty iron buildings, much like a steelworks museum that I have visited in real life. We explore around before coming to this touture machine, it is very strange, and everyone is invited to go on. The torture machine is where the people to be tortured climb up a ladder and sit upon these seats very high up, (note this is a museum, its just a show, not actuall torture). Where if it was real you would strap yourself in. Then the torture man is on a seat opposite which can slide infront of each victim. The seat has two metal pipes extending towards the victim with wrist holes to put your wrists in. Then the guy moves close to the victum (with various pulleys) and attatches there wrists to the machine. Then he pulls away from the victim stretching there hands. As there is no belt to hold them, they just fall off and everyone laughs. It does look quite painful so I don't want to do it, although I am already up on a seat. There is a saftey rope infront of me which is lucky. The person next to me is about to be tortured, but my seat breaks, I am extremely alarmed and I push off to grab on to the rope. I feel my hands grasp the rope and I close my eyes, hoping to not colide with anything. I feel my body thrown around, and for some reason I know I nearly hit a massive iron beam. But I reach the floor unharmed, I instantly go to the guy who is operating the machine, he gets off and comes down. I am having a go at him on how I nearly died, he is explaining to me that the seat shouldn't have snapped and that it could hold 800lbs (why it is in pounds I do not know) and that I weigh only 100lbs. I am very disappointed with him and walk off with my sister, she is telling me how close I came to dying, and how lucky I am to be alive. I leave her to take a piss on one of the museum exhibitions, in the corner there is this wierd moss with green bubles and a white paste over the top, I am scared and run off. I head back home, through the door and walk into my bedroom. It is a mess and my friend Andrew is there. There is a computer on the table, with a tv screen with terrible quality. Andy brags to me on how he got his mac computer for £150, with a apple router, it is strange because apple don't make tower computers any more. I tell him it was so cheap because you didn't get the fancy screen, he agrees. We watch a film. My friend Ali comes in, he doesn't look normal, and soon to our horror turns into a strange little pink devil. It looks very cartoon like, with a tail and strange white markings on its legs. I grap hold of it, I am very alarmed and don't know what to do with it, Andy suggests we use cellotape to tie it up. I am very weary of its face as it has five mouths, one normal size, then each getting smaller up the side of its face. The mouths bare extremely sharp teeth, so I hold it's body. Alot of my friends come in the room, I ask them all to get cellotape, I tie it's legs and arms together. It is very disturbing as when I make contact with it's skin it feels very strange and horrible. It is still laughing, it's tail is still untaped. It looks at me and shows me what it is going to do. I am in outer space with the strange creature, it points its tail at earth and shoots a gigantic fire beam at earth, I am upset by this. Back in my room I cellotape its tail with great struggle, my friend gets a axe and chops the tail off very easily. I go to the computer to google how to kill it, and end up on the wiki page of it. Wake. Comments: Yeah this was all in one night, and I dont know if they were individual dreams or not, but very very long. And very vivid.
I was in my college dorm and walked outside to see the sidewalk from my house. Everyone was gathering and seeing what was happening, so I walked up too. God pulled up on a blue moped and started handing everyone red hats. This made everyone very mad and he started getting scared. He thought the crowd was going to riot. He put on a huge white hat juggled 7 balls with just the tip of it. Everyone was satisfied and went back to their dorms. I went back to mine, but no one was there. The dream turned to black and white and a hand hit the window infront of me. I woke up.
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