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    1. SAT grave; punch in the face; little white animal

      by , 03-28-2011 at 11:42 AM
      Good morning, everybody.

      Dream #1

      I walked up something like a wooden ramp or a wooden deck that was in front of some kind of run-down beach house or shack made of wood. I may have been in a line with people.

      I was now in a classroom. The desks in the classroom seemed all crammed together. We were all preparing for some kind of test like the SATs. I looked up from my study material and saw JW, my old friend from high school, studying for the test.

      I made some kind of weird comment in a weird voice that I thought would remind him of our high school days. JW recognized me, but he only ackowledged me briefly and reluctantly. I was a little hurt.

      Some voice called from behind me. I turned around. Another friend of mine, who I didn't recognize, was trying to get my attention. This guy was from some more recent time in my life. He may have been overweight, with tan skin, black hair in a ponytail, a goatee, and glasses. I was kind of put out that JW wouldn't talk to me, while this guy would.

      Now the test was about to begin. The teacher was doing something. I made some kind of immature joke. The class' and teacher's attention were drawn to me. The teacher may have asked me something. I may have responded with a dumb answer that was a smart alecky way of saying I didn't know anything.

      The teacher said, "What a disappointment. I thought you were one of the bright ones. I was looking for someone to give a presentation on how to take this test. I thought it was going to be you. But I guess not, now."

      Apparently, we all had to go somewhere else to take the test. We were all walking through some area.

      Later, I think I had decided not to take the test after all. I was somewhere that was half outside and half inside. I stood on some barren soil. A pit as long as my body and a few feet deep was dug into the soil. I sat down into the pit. I began pulling the dirt down onto myself.

      I buried my legs pretty quickly. I started to wonder if I would suffocate if I managed to pull dirt all over my body, which was, I think, my objective. I may have gotten afraid. I may have pulled myself up out of the pit. As I looked down at the soil, the soil may have seemed disgusting to me, like it was feces.

      Dream #2

      I was in a high school, walking down the steps of a stairwell. A white kid kind of dressed like a gangster came up the steps and punched me in the face. I dropped my books. The kid kept attacking me, but I tried to ignore him. I picked up my books and walked the rest of the way down the stairs.

      I got around a corner, into some place like a classroom. For some reason I looked back out around the corner, into the stairwell. The kid punched me in the face again!

      Dream #3

      I was in my bedroom. A strange, white animal was crawling across the floor. It was moving somewhat quickly. I thought it might be a mouse. But it had such a strange look, like a slug.

      I was interested in the animal, but I didn't want it in my house. It seemed to be heading out the door of its own accord. I watched it as it approached the door. But just before it got to the door it turned back around.

      I now got on the floor and tried to scare the animal away. But I only seemed to make it curious about me. It came closer, so I figured I might as well try to learn what kind of animal it was. It turned out to be very much like a white mouse with grey ears. But something about it still looked not quite right. I wondered if I actually wasn't looking at a baby rat.
    2. No school for you!

      by , 01-27-2011 at 09:57 AM
      *i was sick before having this dream

      I was lying in bed thinking "i don't want to go to school in the morning" so i got up and went to the bathroom, i look at myselfin the mirror and actually see that in my left eye i have 3 iris's then i go into my moms room, she said it was ok if i didn't go to school in the morning i think that's good and look outside and see it's already daytime, that's when it hits me that i'm in a dream.I have dark blotchs infront of my eyes and realise that my dream not very stable, i start touching things in the dream because i heard that helps, the blotchs reduce slightly, i rub my hands togehter spin around and shout "stablity", the blotchs dissaper, so i think to myself "hmmm, what can i do?" flying was out of the question since my dream was so fragile, then rememberd my lucid goal, to phase through a wall, i put my hand on the wall and press on it, nothing happens, i believe that my hand can go through the wall and then my fingers start going through it but then stop, i decided i would have to try another day, i also wanted to try and teleport using a portal, i walk up to a wall and click my fingers and a shiny grey metallic portal opens up. A little mouse comes out and says " are you comming back to the cave master? The troll wants all our metal ore! i don't understand that and am about to pass through the portal when my dream fades away
    3. Desert Rabbit

      by , 08-23-2010 at 05:42 PM
      I'm a rabbit. That's odd enough.

      Well, I'm an anthropomorphic rabbit - kind of like a furry, but more realistic; I'm actually a rabbit walking on two legs, just human-sized. I'm very light-colored and I'm somehow aware that I have a strip of dark orange fur down my back, though at no point in the dream do I look at my back. I am also a cowboy rabbit (cowgirl, really, though I wasn't really wearing the stereotypical cowgirl suit) and as such I am dressed up in desert cowboy gear. Two fox tails are hanging off of the back of my hat as a testament to my hunting skills.

      I am sitting in the wide open desert, on a rug outside of a tent, fiddling with my gear. Even though it is the desert, it isn't burning hot, oddly enough - the wind's blowing crisp and pleasantly cool, like on a nice Fall day. I look up and a yellow-furred mouse I recognize to be my elder and mentor is walking towards me. I wave, turn to back up my stuff into my satchel, and then begin to walk towards him. He tells me that this desert is different from others and he needs to teach me some of the dangers.

      We walk in a straight line, on a path that is edged by dunes. As we go along, chatting casually, I notice that the dunes are getting more and more detailed - I'm seeing wildlife and strange, colorful plants growing out of them. At one point, in between two dunes on my right, there's a long rectangular pond edged by stones with blooming cherry trees and grass surrounding it. Underneath the cherry trees, the sky is different - there are large, puffy clouds slowly moving across the blue, reflected in the water. It's a bit like a Japanese garden, and very vivid.

      We keep walking, however. One other landscape stands out in my memory. Between two dunes, there are several large leafed-out trees and colorful plants poking up from the sand. Eagerly, I step forward to walk through, curious to see what's on the other side - but my mentor pulls me back, and several seconds later a group of predatory venomous frogs between the sands. He reminds me to always look before you leap, and then says that that's enough for the day.

      There's a small timeskip and suddenly I'm at home, in the kitchen, near my mother - an older plain brown rabbit wearing a blue dress. I remember the kitchen being a very dingy, small version of my grandmother's, with much less color. The windows over the sink have a view of tree-covered mountains, surrounded by gray mist and an overcast sky. (Last time I looked out in a window in a dream, I saw this same view and it was also in a dark, dingy room, over a sink. Potential dreamsign, maybe?) There is a ladder behind me leading to the attic/my room, so I climb up it.

      The room is made of dark, slightly faded wood, and the ceiling seems like it was in a pattern like a wicker basket. I can still hear my mentor's voice in my head, though I didn't see him any more - he is telling me that it is almost Christmas. Indeed, as I look around the room, there are various shelves and my dresser topped Christmas ornaments, though they are scattered and disheveled. My mentor tells me to clean them up to make my mother happy, because she is sad for some reason, so I do - I go around the room and polish and arrange them. There is one set of chesslike pieces of Christmas figures that stand out in my mind for some reason; they are slightly worn and made of frosted blue glass.

      Eventually, I sit back down on my bed to observe my handiwork - the room is considerably brighter and cheerier. In fact, the color itself seems more vivid, and the lighting is as if someone turned off a harsh, sterile white light like one you would see in a doctor's office and turned on a yellowier, friendlier one. I feel happier and warmer on the inside, and I am aware that relatives are coming into the house downstairs. I head back to the kitchen, which is bright and happy once more.

      Then I wake up.
    4. Motel Mouse- 8-6-10

      by , 08-06-2010 at 02:00 PM (My Randomness)
      no its not as bad as the title sounds . me and my sister were outside this building, i think we were looking for a place to sleep. on the other side of the building there was this open area where you could get a motel room. there was a rack with keys on it, made of concrete, the keys were brass colored. they all had numbers on them, but we chose number 13. but there was no one there to buy it from, i guess the motel was free lol. then, after a memory gap, its morning, and im sitting at a dining room table, although it was more like a folding card table. then some other people came in from the other side of the room, a family i think. they had this pet rat, it was about the size of a small cat lol, but it wasn't nasty looking, i actually liked it. i sat on the couch, and it jumped up and started sniffing me, putting its wet nose all over my face. i was laughing because it was tickling me . i was playing with it, i think one of the other people commented on how the rat took a liking to me. then, after yet another memory gap, im outside, near this tree, i think the rat is outside too, and im still playing with it.
    5. The Giant, the mouse and the hole

      by , 07-01-2010 at 04:39 AM (Visions of the night)
      6/30/10

      I am in a semi dark wooden house.. the lights that light up the room are dim. I noticed everything is wooden.. the walls, ceiling and floors. Dark oak.
      I see movement on the floor and started screaming it appeared to be a rat. There were others in the house that witnessed this and began to search for the rodent. One guy catches what appears to be an overgrown mouse and he starts to attempt to kill it but winds up injuring the animal. So I took it upon myself to break it's neck to stop it from suffering.
      I grab hold of this mouse and it starts to bite me in the hand. So I immediately disregard the pain and crack the mouse's neck bending it back and twisting fast.
      Finally the mouse is immediately dead and someone else decides to hold onto it.. than again another rodent appears running around and under the bed. I go to see where it had went and I notice this hole in the wall. I move the bed over and get on my knees and look into this hole. I see a room light and empty and it appears to look like a church. So I turn and tell the others " hey it looks like another room in there". The owner who lives there tells me no that is impossible. I said "sure look" he kneels down and is amazed at it..I get down too and was freaked out at how good of a view I was able to get.. it was as if the hole opened up more.
      I felt a trickle of water on my cheek and looking more into the hole I saw it was raining in that room.
      The guy with the dead mouse said " hey we should get rid of the other rodent so it doesn't infest the house anymore". I agree that it was a good idea to lure the mouse with the dead one. So I turn around to the dresser and they are putting seeds in the dead carcass of the mouse.. I wondered why they were doing it but ignored and leaned up against the wall.
      Right next to me I felt wind against my leg and saw a huge wet foot print appear. I was like wow! that is a big foot!... the place moved a bit and I told the other people who were there... " I think we should get out of here something is not right".
      They agree.. but the hole in the wall is getting big revealing the other room.. so we start to see huge foot prints appearing.. it was like some sort of giant spirit was marching around.
      All of a sudden I find myself in one of the rooms and it was raining hard outside. I am holding a very small new born infant and someone asked me " wow that is a beautiful baby he is so small".. out of no where I said " Yes he was born 3 months early and his name is Micheal." The baby is curled up against me so tiny it was incredible. We start to hear harsh stomping .. the room door is closed and we start to gather near the bed scared. All of a sudden this huge giant appears peering through the door he busted through. He was bald headed with a white beard and his eyes were closed. I was scared and wanted to leave. The whole place was getting soggy from the rain and the giant was just weird.
      He told me he was not going to do anything because I had the baby and the baby was stronger than him...
      ...weird dream...

      Updated 07-01-2010 at 09:09 PM by 32355 (multiple spelling errors.. I guess I just wanted to hurry up and type out my dream.)

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    6. Poor Little Eek

      by , 01-18-1974 at 07:18 AM
      Morning of January 18, 1974. Friday.



      I “wake” (within my dream) seemingly in the middle of the night (in Cubitis). I get the sense and false memory that Eek (the sketchy comic strip mouse) is wandering about in my room. The electric heater is rattling away in the center of my room at one point (it is very cold in reality) and there is at least one false awakening. This “incomplete” awareness (especially of the weird mouse that walks on two legs) seems “wrong” to me and very eerie on one level.

      Eventually, I seem to somehow teleport from my bed and immediately kneel down upon taking notice of an odd form on the wall near the floor. Just to the left (less than a foot) of my bedroom door is a toasted Eek. He is stuck to the wall, almost two-dimensional. (There is no hole anywhere in the wall to imply a mousehole.) He may have been set on fire by my heater and thus got stuck on the wall when trying to run away, though he may also have been electrocuted somehow.

      There is a level of creepiness as I try to pry him off. I do not want to be considered responsible as having something to do with his demise. Briefly, it seems I am actually just trying to peel a sticker off the wall rather than a “real” dead and somewhat anthropomorphic mouse.

      I decide to hide him inside a toasted cheese sandwich (a common breakfast for me), made by my mother as I am getting ready for school. It is somewhat bitter. No charred remains will be found and questioned about.



      Regardless of the level of creepiness (although comedic to be honest), this is frankly quite possibly one of the silliest waking coalescence events ever experienced for this particular dream type (extreme vividness, primarily in a dark setting with augmented tangibility, but no viable lucidity, apparently through a partial awakening followed by an induction into a false awakening).

      My dream self is projected secondarily, downsized as a little mouse (that is not “real” so something is at work that acknowledges I am dreaming but not my direct perspective). He did not make it to the door (waking point). He was “burned up by the fires of whole consciousness” (or reality itself and the subliminal acknowledgement thereof within the dream state). Finally, I eat him to represent the waking stage (waking coalescence; that is, the path into whole consciousness from the dream state, the basic goal of the waking transition in all dreams, always rendered metaphorically other than when it is literal, for example, dreaming of waking up and then actually waking up).
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