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    1. 14 Aug: Bad guys at the docks and murder in a nuclear lab

      by , 08-14-2019 at 10:09 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      A big fat dragon is walking downtown and smashing houses like Godzilla but more by accident. Me and Zilla are trying to avoid it but he seems to go wherever we go. We end up at some derelict buildings by the docks and we bump into a dozen dudes, who are doing shady businesses, and they surround us, menacing. I say we have no idea who they are and what they are doing, but they couldn't care less. So I fly and pick a stick that is lying around and I hit them with it. Zilla runs away. We reach an area with more people around and they let us go.

      Staying at some foreign country with colleagues from worldwide. We are working on a lab and sharing amenities. I have a nice room for myself, but have to share bathroom with another lady, but still it is very comfortable.
      At the lab some days I work with two guys. One whom I know and another one who is a stranger and has been harassing me. I know what he is capable of, because he is a sexual offender and I am creeped out whenever I need to be alone with him.
      Well, he works with radioactive material and he has to go inside a chamber where materials are deposited. One day, I am by chance at a place from where I can see that my colleague locks him up in that chamber, which cannot be opened from the inside. I am shocked but I do not help the creepy guy. I think we are actually better without him. He only needs to stay locked for some minutes before the radiation reaches deadly levels.
      I stay put and do nothing. Meanwhile a group of visiting researchers, who had been out for a city tour, are coming back to the lab and I go meet them and stall them while I know my colleague is re-opening the door of the chamber, to cover up his action. This way people will think the dude fainted there and got too much radiation by accident. I just wander what he is going to do regarding the security tapes. If they just disappear people will know it wasn't an accident. Anyway, I cannot be implicated.

      Updated 10-14-2019 at 10:28 PM by 34880

      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    2. Worst nightmare I've ever had.

      by , 05-04-2019 at 07:53 PM (Awake to take in the view...)
      Non-lucid.

      This tops the nightmare I had about the haunted church with the demonic shrieking choir, and the dream about the wasps crawling out of my ears.

      In this dream, my dad was forced (by some evil people, if I recall correctly) to shoot a group of people. This included my brother, my sister, my aunts and uncles, some of my cousins, and others. Then, he had to shoot himself.

      My mom and I were spared, for some reason, but we were forced to watch as our relatives stood there and my dad pointed the weapon at them.

      I woke up before it got violent, thankfully. But holy hell my subconscious must hate me. Took me a while to fall back asleep after this one. Awful.
      Categories
      non-lucid , nightmare
    3. 2018-11-18 - Initial dreams for the guide group exercise

      by , 11-19-2018 at 01:18 PM
      Non-lucid – NoteslucidInterpretationwake/dream visuals/visions

      2018-11-18 The first of the four dreams occurred during the night, in response/preparation to our dream workshop during the evening and the interpretation round this morning. They occurred in the wake of an Ayahuasca ceremony which took place on the Friday, which for me were heavily themed around (A) the practice of acting/doing what I felt like, risking to provoke and loose standing from my friends and (B) learning to see under and past the emotional pain – that is not staring myself blind at the stuff that is troubling me, without ignoring it either, but allowing myself to see the broader picture.

      Dream 1: Sexual fantasy turns to voice from beyond, which culminates in a brutal murder and forgiveness of inner children.

      I am lying in the ceremony room, where a couple of us have gone to bed. Nala and I are starting to make out and she starts inviting to sex. I am thrilled, yet I don’t quite do anything about it. Eventually she calls out to Mads something along the lines “Mads I am trying to have sex with Dennis, but he doesn’t really seem to want to go along.” I quickly respond “Yes, Yes I do” and then we start having sex, she guiding me inside her.
      The dream then changes. Now there is some darkness and a female voice is calling out to me: “This is karmic, I will meet you in the summer.” I think to myself this pertains to a soulmate or girlfriend to come and I pull her out of the shadows, so that now I am staring at a doll face, that doesn’t seem to have any real facial features except the contours of the doll face and some long blonde hair. I ask her if she can provide additional details of herself, at which point I look at the doll face and see that her cheeks round up a bit. Other than that nothing else happens.
      I then parcour jump down into the basement, meant for parking cars. There I meet two boys, one is about 4-5 years old another is maybe 7-9. The young boy tells the older “This is where you did me wrong (or: this is where you annihilated me)”. The older doesn’t seem to quite understand, but then the story continues.
      Then a 12-13 year old guy appears – there is no question that he is a bully and he is much bigger, both taller, more muscular and fatter, he has a distinctly malicious energy about his person - while the two aforementioned remain hidden down behind a corner. The big guys is there to bully and the 7-9 year old then pushes the smaller one out from behind the corner, he seems to blush and turn red around the cheeks while doing so.
      As the youngest run out the Bully picks him up. As he picks him up he turns into a small baby of 6 months or maybe even smaller as in still a fetus. As soon as he has picked him up he walks over to a railing and slams the head of the youngest down into this railing. Killing him.
      The youngest looks like a doll and I say something along the lines of “Ah it was a doll”. However then the scenario shifts about and from above the doll is seen lying on the ground, and it is clear that the Bully has killed the youngest fetus/6months old cold blooded.
      The 7-9 year old is devastated and I am now back in my body and participating in my dream. It is clear to me that my reason for being there is that I must forgive the 7-9 year old, that is the karmic stuff the woman was talking about. I sit down with the guy and we both cry like babies.
      I don’t think I have ever been so wrecked by guilt, disgust, anger, sorrow and empathy for the guy. It is difficult containing all these ambivalent feelings and focus on forgiving him, yet this is what I sit down with him and do.
      Dream Ends.

      Dream 2: Walking through a fairgrounds in the rain.

      I am outside in a fairgrounds of some description. The atmosphere is holiday-like and I am walking around by myself, though there are many people around. I am walking past playful attractions, like a bouncy castle where I wonder if it is OK I am wearing shoes. I also walk past loads of food outlets – notably fastfood ones, like Sunset Boulevard and McDonald’s – and contemplate buying food, though I don’t in the end.
      It starts raining, severely. I get drenched in my brown Polo shirt, which I received from a friend of mine about 15-20 years ago. I wonder to myself how I will manage being all drenched and I take off my shoes and find that they are completely soaked in and filled with water as well.
      Dream Ends:

      Interlude: Before going into the dreams that followed later this day it is worth while noting a few events that transpired. The reason being that heavy emphasis was placed on sharing and interpreting these above dreams before the following 2 occurred. Thus the following two dreams can be both expressions of the same primarily activated themes, but also responses to the interpretations that were carried out.

      So I interpreted the first dream as essentially carrying a theme, which is best summarised as the relationship between various inner children. The narrative transformations provide some indications as to what the theme is about, I think.
      The dream starts out as a sexual fantasy – which is both day residue, as we fell asleep together and both of us apparently experienced fear and confusion as to what the connection was all about, as well as a pinpointing of a challenge I experience in intimate relations (the fear of reaching out, making the first move and committing to expose myself through expressing desire and attraction) – that then transforms to a karmic message “This is about karma, I will meet you in the summer”, which is a dialogue with a “faceless” woman (which carries on a theme of recent where a veiled woman has made herself known, as well a running into “the guy who wants to remain hidden” on the same night in a different dream), which then leads to a display of the killing of the youngest child (4-5 years old, turns into 6 months/fetus) through the brutal action of the 12-13 year old, but guided by the 7-9 year old.
      The intense emotionality, the supernatural aspects as well as the residual impact leads me to suspect this as a prospective dream, indicating that a dawning realisation of the interrelation between various “sub-programmes”. I suspect this is related to the connection between my fear of intimacy (which was prevalent with Nala) and my fear of promoting myself.
      The reason I suspect this was that when I was discussing some of the potential meanings of these boys of various ages with Mads on the way back from the weekend the 12 year old reminded me of a time when I had a crush on a girl from my class (Djana), though I never really dared to admit it. I could admit it to myself, but I was afraid of admitting to it publicly, which has been a recurring story ever since. This theme of public displays of affection was actually activated as an element of conscious reflection during the breakfast, where I engaged with Nala in an intimate fashion.
      So it is as if at least 3 of these 4 inner children are known to me. (1) Fetus//6 months old – pertaining to being abandoned (in the womb through smoking, alcohol consumption and potentially a polluted motivation of wanting to keep a hold on my dad, indicating a dysfunctional relation already then and the traumatic experience at 1,5 months old that I have talked to my mother about) (2) the 4-5 year old (The memory of getting punished for reaching out for food, being shamed and made wrong, as confirmed by my cousin who was in the memory) (3) the 12-14 year old (associated with being afraid to publicly commit to attraction and already at this point in time experiencing difficulty in expressing sexual desire or making the first moves. The 4th (the 7-8 year old) is so far unknown to me (it is the period of my life where I first discovered computer gaming, is the first that springs to mind).
      In any case the notion around Djana becomes present in one of the following dreams.


      Dream 3: How can one loose a space ship, well apparently it is because we forget how to look at the stars at night.

      There is a vista of a city skyline in bright sunlight. I am overlooking this from the water, a river I think. Then a portal opens and a version of the starship Enterprise appears. Then another and another I think of up to 6 or 7 appear. They are all slightly different, with different details around particular the engines, but it is important and it is made known to me that these differences matter, as it is a proof that I am not “just seeing things”.
      Then an alarm is sounded, or it is made known that we have lost a starship. There is a meeting of various generals from all over the world. Then a question is posed “How is it even spotted when it is hanging out there in the outskirts of the solar system in the darkness?” and an immediate, but also embarrassing answer (because it is so obvious) is posed. “Our allies (a different species) can walk in space and so can easily see spaceships in the darkness”. Then the Iranian general walks out to observe the stars and train his vision, but also do something of some description to retrieve the starship.
      Dream Ends:

      Dream 4: At a party, going home early to meet Djana, but is instead greeted by 6-7 aliens looking for Hude Dant – which I recognise as an obvious allusion to Hugh Grant.

      I am out partying with my friends. I decide to rather quickly return home and here I hope that I will find Djana at home. When I return I notice a small car parking on the other side of the road. It is driven by a woman – who is sitting in shadows and whom I have an awkward feeling about – we have a history and she is somehow connected to picking up Djana or someone else. I walk in and am pleased to find that the doors are open and that there is a light on. I walk in and down to the basement, but can’t find Djana. Instead I find my laptop lying on the sofa.
      Then a whole bunch of people walk in. I immediately know that they are aliens disguised as humans and that they are somehow connected with the previous spaceships (though I have no explicit memory of the previous dream, in this dream). There are 3-5 of them in the room and they are looking for Hude (or Lube) Dant, but I also know that this is a poor way to cover up that they are looking for Hugh Grant.
      There is a scenario shift to a driving car with 2 aliens in it, where one has disguised itself as a Dane and another as a Swede. There is a statement that I should keep away from Copenhagen and that there is something funny about this disguised Dane speaking Danish. It is all connected to a greater mission of sorts.
      Dream Ends:

      Non-lucid – NoteslucidInterpretationwake/dream visuals/visions

      Updated 11-19-2018 at 02:31 PM by 35291

      Categories
      non-lucid , side notes
    4. 18-07-17 Pennywise Grants Power, Kill Bully

      by , 07-22-2018 at 01:01 AM
      Pennywise from 'It' and I made a pact. He granted me a power, telekinesis. I approached a guy who had always been bullying me. He was perhaps 10, and I think so was I. I wanted to just lift him with TK and pull him towards me. To scare him, maybe hurt him. But when he was suspended in the air in front of me, he looked dead. Like, I'd accidentally snapped his neck by pulling him so violently or something. That's when Pennywise began haunting me. I could feel the terror building inside of me as he got creepier and creepier, but then my real-life alarm clock went off and saved me. Phew.
    5. The Butler did it

      by , 07-21-2018 at 09:00 AM
      Morning of July 21, 2018. Saturday.

      Reading time: 3 min 2 sec. Readability score: 80.



      In my dream, I am Cadbury (the butler) from “Richie Rich.” Nothing in my dream had anything to do with anything that had been on my mind lately, though was based on dream representations from many years ago. It was surreal but intriguing.

      Two girls are visiting a neighboring castle in one scene, though the backstory implies that their father does not want them here. They live in the castle where I am serving as a butler. I am in an unusual room that looks as if it is part of a garage. The girls are annoyed when two of their pets come over; a dog (like Toto from “The Wizard of Oz”) and a cat (our youngest cat from real life). They are talking to the owner of the castle when this occurs. I take the blame, and they make comments while calling me Cadbury. Perhaps I had left a door open. The girls round up their pets, and we make our way back to our castle.

      We come to an area where we have to walk on a very narrow ledge before reaching the front entrance of the castle. It is high above a large body of water. Without giving it much thought, and before getting onto the ledge, I push one girl (the one carrying the dog) so that she falls to the water far below. The other girl does not notice and keeps going despite how difficult it is to stay on the ledge. Her cat walks across on its own. I realize that I am carrying a small empty plate in my right hand. I let it go, as I have to have both my hands free to hold onto the corner as I put my legs around to stand on the ledge. It falls far below into the water as well. I vaguely wonder if it will serve as evidence if they find it, as it would have my fingerprints on it. I soon become very annoyed in trying to walk on the narrow ledge and decide that I have to try to get into the castle by a different route.

      I find myself walking on parts of a submerged house. It is near another small residence. The castle is now at a distance. I try to balance myself as I eventually find myself walking in another area near the castle. It is an entire section of the castle that had also been submerged on purpose and is face up. It had been this way for many years. There may have been a conspiracy with the past residents of the castle. Thus, this big section was deliberately submerged. Despite its size, it still moves up and down somewhat as I walk upon it. As I walk, I make larger and larger waves that eventually slam into the castle, going under the door. The sense of weight and momentum and the setting, in general, is incredibly vivid and realistic, as is the sound and movement of the water.

      “Cadbury, what have you done?” calls out a voice. The large wooden door opens, sliding upward. Two unknown men are present. I see mud on a big television to the right, but I see no evidence of water anywhere, even though an extensive amount had just washed under the door. “You were told not to use this entrance,” one man says. I assume he is the owner of the castle and my boss.

      We stand near the entrance. One man gives me a drink that seems to be red wine. The castle owner makes some derogatory comments about me and wants me to clean the area.

      “I shall be taking my leave of you, sir,” I say formally. “I do not like you, and I do not like this place.”

      The other man says I can still stay and seems very friendly. I wake at this point.



      The last part is the typical meeting of my dream self with the preconscious and in this case, the interconsciousness as well. The preconscious avatar, whose task it is to wake me with dominance and annoyance in some cases, is my “boss.” The interconsciousness is often more cheerful and helpful.

      It partly relates to marrying and being with Zsuzsanna instead of a classmate. There is too much to it to get into here. Zsuzsanna (before I met her in waking life) pushed Susan off a castle structure. That castle was in orbit around Earth.


      Categories
      non-lucid
    6. Calling Cards for Murder

      by , 07-02-2018 at 01:02 PM
      Morning of July 2, 2018. Monday.

      Dream #: 18,823-02. Reading time: 2 min 45 sec.



      The first part of my dream is the impersonal perception of unfamiliar people traveling together (the cause stemming from passively watching television in waking life). My preconscious and emergent consciousness begin to form a surreal directive as I maintain a minimal level of subliminal (non-lucid) dream control.

      There is an abstract process of taking a scene from this “movie” (that I perceive as “real”), where the unknown people are playing cards - to phase the scene like mid-side audio polarity reversal to hear (or see) the isolated elements. It is by separation of MID and SIDE rather than stereo separation of left and right, with the SIDE raised one decibel in the overlaid wave of reversed polarity, as that would be the only element that would remain. Although this is a real process, it makes no sense to use it on three-dimensional imagery that would otherwise be by molecular polarity reversal or additive and subtractive color wavelength manipulation.

      I find myself entering a big dark room that seems a part of a college. At a desk, I find an eerie setup. Someone unknown has been killed and is apparently on the floor near me, though I do not see them. The young people of the previous scenes committed the crime. There is a business card on the desk that I can read clearly.

      It says, “Use your bed sheet as a sail on your sailboat for your journey through your dreams.” As I read this and study the message (in this case, the printed words do not change as in other dreams where I read), I feel an intense awareness of happiness and knowledge, almost bringing me to tears.

      To my left on the desk is a little box with a stack of business cards that may include different messages. The top card and sides of the pile have small blood spots. There is also a knife with bloodstains, presumably the murder weapon. It is all part of a tradition similar to chain letter fraud that involves moving the evidence to a different crime scene as these other people travel and commit offenses while leaving evidence from different ones to confuse the authorities, though there is also the concept of others involved in other regions. I am supposedly a part of this, though I do not know the other people or the victims.

      I decide to leave, and I place the knife, single card, and box of cards in impossibly large pants pockets. The pockets now protrude, and I consider that I look conspicuous. I pull a trench coat over the front of my body to cover up the pockets in part. Later, I have to carry the box under my left arm.

      When I leave the building, I walk through the large entrance hall. Two other people are present; an unfamiliar man and woman (who are preconscious “watchers” without active sleep processing mediation); though they do not approach me. Liminal dream state awareness is briefly present, enough to remind me of the nature of vestibular system adaptation in using a flight of steps. As a result, rather than triggering enhanced awareness, there are metal bars as a cul-de-sac around the bottom of the staircase that extends a few feet from the building over a concrete platform surrounded by lawn. That puzzles me, but I manage to slide under the bottom horizontal bar on my back, from the concrete to the grass of the outside college grounds. (I had briefly slept on my back during this situation, though I usually sleep on my left side.)

      I walk around on the street; slightly wary of the box of cards I have in my impossibly large right pants pocket (as in being possible evidence against me). I am now carrying additional items under my left arm. It is as if I have more than two arms, with another “arm” carrying something in front of me.



      Dream signature: Sleep simulacrum as dead body, thinking skills emerging (reading at desk), dream state indicator as dream reference related to water induction, wall mediation, passive preconscious mediation, vestibular system adaptation (using staircase), wall mediation (sliding under fence).


      Updated 07-08-2019 at 05:08 AM by 1390

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      non-lucid
    7. The Art of Defying DILD

      by , 02-23-2018 at 02:12 PM (Inner World حلم Gamma Waves)
      I find myself in the middle of the night in a car. As I am about to start the engine I see a man who is driving from left and then right. He bumps in to the back of another vehicle and flips to the side of the road. I get out of my car to call 911 but I could see ambulance already on their way. I take a few minutes to run to them but eventually they drove right pass me and to the scene.

      As I run back to the scene I was introduce to this detective. She tells me we are going over to a part where we suspect dangerous criminals live. I ask her have you done this before and if she'll be okay on her own. She said yes but if she needs my help she'll let me know. We both pulled out our guns and enter the forest in till we appeared on a road.

      As we are walking on the road we hear a bullet zoom right passed us. It came from twelve clock , I look at the tree's in the distance and could see a man in a tree made house holding a sniper. I tried shooting at him a couple of times but then someone at the far left in the woods also began shooting. I begin wondering if we were cornered so I told lets take shelter at this abandon cabin not too far from us.

      The weather was clouded grey but now began to rain. I look out the cabin windows and could no longer see them at their original positions. I assume they were coming to us inside the cabin. I pulled my knife out and enter inside the first room closet to the door. I told her to hide in the closet that would be straight across the hallway all the way down. So that when they open the door she would have a clear shot.

      I decided to leave the room door I was in slightly open so that it could possibly distract them. Even if they enter I would take advantage of the situation by hiding at the side of the door and use the knife in a close up fight. The door opens and I could hear someone footsteps can closer and closer to my room. Then the door brushes against my shoulder, I act on my instincts and turn around to stab him in the neck.

      I am surprise when I see it is my brother. Unfortunately I had already stab him as he drops to the floor holding his neck. The shock and confusion made me realize there's no way I could have just killed my brother. I become lucid and told the detective with me that I am going to go get some air. I look out the cabin window and jump while now flying through the tree's. My then flying turned in to floating so I decided to land at a near by road.

      I could see people who appeared to be near by neighbors talking to one another while making jokes. A woman who resembled a video game character was having trouble starting her car. I approach it and took her out of it as it was car I wanted to test my driving on. She then runs from me and I notice there's no key. If I had better dream control I would have been able to start it off.

      I walk towards the neighbors to see if they had any cars. When I got to them I was puzzled to just hearing them repeating the same phrases to each other and then laughing about it. It happen over and over again so I decided I would rather not talk to them. I then had a false awakening.
    8. The Nightmare that scared my childhood

      by , 01-05-2018 at 06:47 PM
      When I was in elementary school I was around 9-10 years old and one night I had had this dream where I was in this dimly lit hallway that had purple and green lighting
      I'm of first nation descent and at the end of the hall was a small room where I found one of those big animal skinned drums you see at pow wows and a few drummers that I knew were all sitting around it drumming and singing. This dream doesn't get disturbing until I walk back down the hall and see two doors, one is for the girls bathroom and the others it for the boys, I go to open the girls bathroom and as I open it I see my sisters dead body hanging on a hook that was attached to the inside of the door. Her eyes were open and lifeless and her mouth hung open then quickly my dad comes out of the bathroom grabs the door and swings it shut. I wake up and I was so disturbed that I was shaking and was afraid of my dad for a while after which is odd considering I love my dad and tho I do remember the times he'd get angry and grab my arm a little too tightly but he'd always apologize after and he'd never hurt me on purpose so the dream was real confusing.
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      nightmare
    9. 17-11-13 Violent Incident, Money Trouble

      by , 11-13-2017 at 05:04 PM
      I was in an industrial-looking environment. I don't remember why, but I tossed a bottle of compressed gas (air, or something more explosive) at two welders. The bottle exploded and presumably killed one of them. Or at least knocked him out. The other one, a woman, followed me into another room and attacked me. There was a brief fight, and then I beat her to death using a kind of stick. Turns out 'she' was transsexual.

      In a slightly less horrific dream, I felt guilt over going to the movies because I have no job at the moment. That dream isn't even a dream, it's just reality.

      Updated 08-18-2018 at 02:51 PM by 17412

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      non-lucid
    10. 17-11-04 Child Murderer

      by , 11-04-2017 at 06:43 PM
      I did really awful things in this dream. Not sure I should put it here. I might censor some of it. I was running around a series of dark corridors. To the right was a dressing room for boys, and to the left was the one for girls. Children, that is, aged 8-14, something like that. I was... killing them. With a knife. It was very dark, and I managed to kill only one boy in their dressing room. The corridors and rooms felt oddly abandoned and dark, which I found quite unsettling. I thought I was in a nightmare or horror game for a second, until I remembered I was the monster and had nothing to worry about. When I moved on to the girl's side, I found a room where one girl was sleeping. Next to her, her father was sleeping. Guarding her. I realized if I killed the girl, her father would no doubt attack me. So I decided to kill him first. While he was still asleep, I pushed my knife into his neck. He died gurgling, unable to resist. The girl woke up and saw her father die with the knife in his throat. She was quite young and didn't quite understand what was happening. I told her her father was just going to sleep, or something like that, to calm her down. The goal was to kill the girl next, but watching her wimper over her dead dad filled me with such regret, I just wanted to undo everything I'd done. I woke up right there and then, feeling confused I could commit such evil.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    11. My family moved | My birthday party

      by , 08-31-2017 at 11:53 AM
      I had two dreams last night. I'm working to get LDs, but didn't get any this time. It's only natural, since I only just got my motivation truly back. Here are the dreams:

      1# My family moved back to a certain house (not a house I have lived IRL). I did not like it at all. It was a detached house, but it wasn't done yet. It's yard had sand and not grass and stuff. The house was yellow. It was a little dark inside because it didn't have that many windows. It's roof was very low. It was weird and uncomfortable. I didn't like the houses location. Other houses weren't very close and there was a lot of long grass outside. It was like if the house wasI on a beach or something. I tried to imagine normal daily life in that house, but it was hard. I didn't think I could enjoy it. There was also something about the area that bothered me. Two guys were killed within nine days (I don't know what the "within nine days" meant but that's what I was told in the dream). It had something to do with a company that my dad was working for in the dream. Great.

      2# It was my birthday. I was having a party in a park in a certain city (not revealing what city because of reasons). I was going to the area with my family. Many finnish YouTubers were there. They were going to have a gig (if that's the world). I saw my favourite YouTuber there and I went to take a photo. I told her she was my first idol I've had. She had her dog with her. Some guys started playing. I recognized some of them. I didn't like the music. It was just lame. Others didn't like it either. There were many people from my school in the park, but they didn't talk to me. No wonder, because I had an ugly pink dress. I also had way more weight and was just uglier than IRL imo. It was all just weird and lame. I went to eat. There was some woman there. I think I talked to her. I saw my crush in a large group behind the stage. Yes, behind the stage... No one liked the music. I talked to someone about the music.
    12. Murder mystery

      by , 07-23-2017 at 03:03 PM
      I've been very inactive here in the forums, but I still had some LDs (not in my DJ here) a few weeks ago. I lost my motivation after those LDs and haven't been recalling that many dreams lately. Like, still atleast one per day, but not as clearly as usually. But I'm getting my motivation back. But I'm getting my motivation back slowly. Here's my dream from last night anyway:

      I'm not any character in the dream. I'm just watching it like it's a movie. There are two young boys (like 10 years old or younger). The other has blond hair and is very kind but seemed to be a little weird and weak and easy to bully on. He had a white shirt. The other has brown hair and seems more of an extrovert and stuff unlike the other, but is still propably not the most popular boy in the school. He has a white T-shirt. The boys are friends. They are somewhere near my IRL house. There are lots of detached houses there. Outside one house there's a girl and her mother. The girl is the boys's classmate and has a braided blond hair and a simple white dress. The mother is really obese and seems evil. She also has a purple T-shirt. Then there's some part of the dream where the boys deal with some code name or something. It was "LunNiMax". Really weird, but turns out it's related to the girl's name. Her first names where Ninni and Max apparently, but her surname is unknown. Then the boys find out Ninni has been murdered. The boys want to find out who did it. The dream ended very soon after that, but I felt like the blond boy might become the next victim.

      I tried to put more detailing to this than usually, so that's why the text seemed quite long for a short dream that wasn't even remembered properly. I found the dream interesting and after woking up I kept thinking about it and what could have happened next, what where the murderer's motives, how did the girl and the blond haired boy die, did the boy even die afterall, etc.

      Updated 07-23-2017 at 03:06 PM by 93459 (Added a dot. Not even OCD)

      Categories
      dream fragment , side notes , non-lucid , memorable
    13. The Shadow Man

      by , 07-06-2017 at 03:46 AM (Dream)
      Key:
      Side Notes (Side Notes)
      Title
      Dream
      Lucid
      The Shadow Man
      Me and some girl was running from the shadows. The Shadow Man can come up from any shadow and hurt you.
      We ended up at a house. The people were kind.
      A group of teens and kids went into a garage, I thought 'Oh no'
      There's shadows all around in the garage, the Shadow Man came out and sliced someone in the throat.
      We escaped and either me or the one girl 'killed' the Shadow Man, but it doesn't matter...he can come back via other
      shadows.
      I was told to get sent back to where ever I was staying, one of the kids that was in the garage comes with and is in
      the car. I thought this was like a Telltale game decision, your choices don't matter in the end.

      I don't know what to title This
      I was at home, it was the morning, I was talking to my Dad. He asked what I wanted for breakfast.
      Later I told him the bald guy next door took all of our medicine, saying We don't need it.

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      I think I had other dreams but there was a three loud bangs, it was from a really close Thunderstorm. I forgot if I had
      any dreams but I had those two so at least I got something written down.

      July 5th, 2017
    14. Crime and Punishment

      by , 07-04-2017 at 03:36 AM (Dream)
      Key:
      Side Notes (Can be in Parenthesis)
      Title
      Dream
      Lucid
      Mental
      I was in a mental hospital, my Mother was there. I walked away from her and the lady who was typing what meds I take.
      I was walking back thinking what that other med was...A lady walked by me and says "Ranitidine"
      I get by the computer and I am about to say it but the computer person did it already.
      I don't trust this place, I feel like they kill the patients.
      They take all the patients somewhere and one woman told me "You can go on the computer."

      Firelane

      It was raining, a girl with black hair was walking on the Firelane at school, no one in sight.
      Crime and Punishment

      There was a road block, passed by the school football field it had it's big lights on covering the field.
      It was around 10:30 PM. I was now at the school in the lobby (the lobby looks like the middle school's lobby).
      I told the cop two people here are criminals, I point at Kasie but can't find the other one.
      Everyone gets mad and the cops says "You're in big trouble, that's a felon."

      Another Part of the Dream:
      A football player told someone "Our games usually end at 10 PM"
      Accidental Murder

      I was at a Walking Dead BB Gun tourney. There was a woman sitting on a chair, sweating, she was Mexican.
      (The room I was in looked like something from Splash from Black Ops 3 Multiplayer)
      I shot her in the face with my BB, which you're supposed to do, but I noticed she was bleeding and blood was coming
      out of her mouth.
      Later at home, I realized I just killed someone for the first time.

      Season 7 and 8

      I watched the Walking Dead S7 E1-E4 to catch up for Season 8, One Episode 4 there was a big chocolate factory.
      I thought 'I gotta invest in a Chocolate Factory' it would be good for a Zombie Apocalypse. Someone also spoiled
      who dies in the season and I scrolled up fast, I don't like getting spoiled.
      I looked up Season 8 on Youtube and saw a Video Titled "The Walking Dead Season 8 Comic Con Trailer"
      The thumbnail showed Negan with lots of shaving cream or something on his face.

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      I had a good amount of Dreams today, I'm on a Streak! I like writing/typing down my dreams, to be honest I don't like dreams like these but at least I got more content for the Story I'm making. People are already setting off their Fireworks, hopefully it won't be like that during the night when people are trying to sleep.
      July 3rd, 2017
    15. Night 1 of Spring Comp

      by , 04-15-2017 at 07:21 AM (Letaali's Dream Journal)
      Dream 1 - Fireworks

      It's night and I'm out partying with school friends. My mental map tells me I'm around the area where my university is, but the buildings are different. The party is moving, people leave with bikes and cars. I just arrived from a gym and left my bike there. One of my old friends asks why I did that and calls me stupid. I don't mind, I start running to the bridge going across the lake. People with bikes and cars can't take this short cut, so I might even arrive before them. I notice I don't tire from running and I can run really fast. While running over the bridge I notice a massive explosion in the sky, like a meteor split into hundreds of orange shards that continued to fall in every direction. I stop to admire it. I look around to see if anyone was following me and saw this amazing display, but I'm alone. I look back up and see several more explosions and realize they are fireworks. Incredibly beautiful looking though, and massive. They light up the whole night sky.

      After a while I continue to the location where the party was supposed to continue. It's not a party at all, it's a mandatory church ceremony. (We used to have on at the beginning of every school year. Involves preaching, singing etc.) At the doors we are supposed to also donate some money. I have no cash on me and panic.

      Panic leads to waking up, so I WBTB.

      Dream 2 - Kids of the Slums

      I'm a DO and see slums next to an odd looking frozen river. The ice is light blue, but isn't reflective or transparent like it should. TotalBiscuit is looking after the boys of the slums. There's a radio playing music. One of the kids led TotalBiscuit to the river. There was a spot with some hardhats stuck in the ice and a few small rocks sticking out. The kid took TB to a dangerous spot on purpose. TB slips and hits his head into a rock. His skull cracked, he's dead. The kids go back. One of the boys goes to the group of girls that were playing in the slums and asks one of them to help with something. A girl in a green dress with flowers comes back with him. She asks what it's about. The boys don't say anything other than they need her help. The group starts walking somewhere and the dream ends.

      Dream 3 - I teach history?
      I'm in a school. Dumbledore is the headmaster and I teach history. Dumbledore tells me I'm going to speak in front of the whole school. We are in a big dining hall. I have nothing prepared and panic. Students arrive, I recognize a few of them. The students want to eat first. That buys me some time. I get the dessert, which is a piece of pie with some purple jam. I have a chat with one of the student I know from waking life. Pie tastes good. I start thinking about my lecture, while eating. Stuff of nightmares, this dream
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