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    1. Four Shorter Dreams.

      by , 10-01-2014 at 01:08 PM (Lucid Time!)
      I recall being in an old music store, where they sold a lot of records and cassette tapes. But they still sold new, up to date music, just in old formats. Supposedly the most popular artist this store has come kind of deal with is this black man with dreadlocks and these big sunglasses. They have posters of his album covers and concerts all over the store, and a whole rack of different records and remix tracks along the back wall.
      The person at the counter, a massive hulk of a man, in both width and height, with a tattoo of a dragon running down each arm, invites me to listen to this artist's latest track. He says if I want to buy it, I can get a music player and the new album for only $20. I start listening to the track. Very much along the lines of this.

      I love this kind of music. I can see why it would be popular in my dream world.

      I am driving somewhere, and I get lost. I pull over by the side of this river in an open meadow/park area. I call my mom on my cell phone and ask for directions, but what she says to me makes no sense. There was a lot more to this dream, but I really can't remember it. It's not like the dream was thrillingly interesting or anything.

      I am having a dream about the TV show Jonny Test (I hate this show with a passion; why the heck am I dreaming about it?! ) Anyways the main characters are trying to build a giant robot out of their house.

      One of my old cartoon characters entered the dream and I went semi lucid. They started fighting the house robot with their powers. There was also some really funny line one of my characters said, but I can't recall what it was.

      I was semi lucid creating this dream about my childhood. I was living in a different subdivision, one with much smaller houses than mine. In the dream, I was much younger, 8 perhaps. Manei is there, and she is younger too. I think we were chasing one another around with water guns. I think Marcus was there as well, as a young man.
    2. Playing a Weird Guitar, Funny Sims Editing, A Little Lucidity, and More

      by , 09-26-2014 at 02:32 PM (Krista's Dream Journal)
      Dream - Lucid

      I was holding a guitar. Dallas was teaching me how to play it. I had my fingers on the strings, which were going both vertical and horitzontal, like a tic-tac-toe board. He was teaching me how to put my hands on the strings and only strum one at a time, not hitting any others at the same time. I wasn't sure how that was possible, but I did it. I moved my other hand on the neck to produce different notes. It actually sounded good! I played a couple of scales, making the end of the last legato on the last few notes.

      I then was approached by a little boy. He was this girl I knew in high school's son, John. He gave me a hug, then, very articulately and adult-like, started to tell me about this video game he played called "Kingdom Health"; I assumed it was more of a Christian version of Kingdom Hearts. He then was telling me how much he loved my recording of Moonlight Sonata Movement III. He said he really liked the one that I had that played backwards. I was thinking about the recordings, and how they weren't that good since I'm not really that good at playing that song all together, only certain sections of it. I was thinking about how the backwards recording sounded, however, and it was quite smooth.


      I was pushing around these three infants in a shopping cart. I was in a building, though I'm not sure what it was. They were wrapped in blankets. One was a boy and two were girls. I kept thinking about how I needed to change their diapers, particularly the boy's, but I hadn't yet. I reached down to touch the boy's face to make sure he was even still alive. His eyes opened so I knew he was. The weird thing about the babies was they were like "training" babies; it was like a sim game of taking care of babies. I knew they weren't "real", but at the same time, they were.

      I kept thinking about this the whole dream, but never doing it. Someone else, a girl, was with me at some point. Also at some point, I was in an arcade.

      There was then a point where I didn't know where the babies were anymore. They were gone. I figured they had gotten taken away from me.


      I was at Dallas and I's wedding, though it was taking place in a beautiful church rather than the place we really did get married. There were many people there. I remember the atmosphere being fun.

      At one point, I heard my old friend Josh on speaker phone with my friend Caitlin. He sounded like the Josh I remember (haven't spoken to or seen him in ages IWL). The phone looked more like a small radio than a phone. I then announced to him
      "You know you're on speaker phone, right?"
      His voice was then replaced with another guy's voice. I don't remember what he said, but he was talking directly to me. I do know it was because Josh didn't want anything to do with me anymore.

      A bit later, I thought I spotted Josh at the wedding, but upon further examination, it was an older man. Of course Josh hadn't come for the wedding.

      I then was having a good time in the sanctuary of the church with my family and friends, and I became lucid. I started to walk to the side of a table, like the gravity was switched and I was standing up sideways, but I quickly woke up right after. -_-;


      I was with my friends Rachel and Chad, a married couple. They were playing piano duets, Chad playing the left hand part and Rachel playing the right. I didn't even know they knew how to play piano! I saw the music going by as they were playing. The right hand looked complicated. The song was in a minor key. I think I wanted Dallas and I to be able to do it too.

      Then it was like I was controlling a Sims game. I made my character have this glitched black doberman looking dog. He kept getting bigger and bigger. I then put my character in fish net tights, a shirt, and I think a skirt? And my character was a middle-aged balding guy. I made his thighs get bigger too. He looked ridiculous.

      I was making my character walk around at night outside. The viewpoint was not a traditional Sims overhead view, but a closer view similar to that of many FPS games. There was an NPC at the backdoor of a building trying to deliver a package. I made my character go up to him to tell him he had to go around front. He did just that.

      I then wanted to take my character downtown to go party all night. I looked at his needs bars, and saw that all but one were completely full and green, with the one not being completely full just a tad bit drained. I just had wanted to make sure his energy was up, but since I had just created him he was full. I then made him start to run through some grass towards downtown. The character was taking huge steps because he had long legs. I then was the character, and I felt myself running and taking these giant steps.


      I was at work at the bakery. A girl I used to work with at the coffee shop, Virginia, was working on the decorator's side. She was helping a customer with something. I was feeling very lightheaded and tired. I walked around to the back. I think I was eating something and trying not to get seen. I then was trying to exit the dish washing area, and I started to feel so tired and lightheaded I fell to the floor. Wow, why was I feeling so off?

      I then realized that I was dreaming. The tiles on the floor instantly became more vivid, being a light olive green color and a light pink color. Almost as quickly as it came, however, I felt it fading. I rubbed my hand across the tiles to stabalize the dream. They felt quite real. I then started to run my hand over the wall, and it felt like only pressure on my hand. I got up off of the floor and started touching everything I came across. There was some black metal grating over this small electronic thing that looked like a digital thermostat or something. I ran my hands over it and felt how realistic it was. I then reached into the grating and pushed a button on the thing. It was locked with a code, and the small screen said something like "Cal9". I thought about how dream text constantly changes.

      Spoiler for Explicit content:


      My sleep was fragmented last night, so I don't feel like I remember as much as I could have. I know there was more to all of these dreams except the last one, but I can't recall too many details, only generalities. I have been quite stressed lately, so I'm guessing that has something to do with it.

      Updated 09-26-2014 at 04:34 PM by 32059

      lucid , non-lucid , dream fragment
    3. I Dream of Dreamer :)

      by , 09-26-2014 at 01:55 AM
      These are a few of the dreams that I've had over the past couple weeks

      dream 1:
      The dream started with a false awakening. I wandered over to the bathroom, it was very dark. I had a feeling I was in a dream when I opened my eyes and still couldn’t see. I started to float above the ground and I floated right on through a window to get outside. It was really dark, I couldn’t see anything. I waited patiently. Suddenly everything became bright and I was standing in the driveway outside my house. I looked around and the world was what I would describe as surreal high definition. I could see every blade of grass and every leaf on the trees above me swaying in the breeze. I remembered that I wanted to summon dreamer. I looked around and said, “Oh, so you’re behind that tree EH DREAMER?” I went behind the tree and there was nobody there. I looked around again and said, “Oh, I get it, you’re behind me! NICE TRY< HA”. I spun around and she wasn’t there either. I wasn’t about to give up yet, I said, “Ohhh you’re down the street walking towards me”. I flew up above the trees and saw her, walking down the sidewalk.

      I flew over and landed beside her. I was surprised at how much she looked like dreamer. Almost identical, except that her hair was blonde instead of purple. I made a big grin and said, “Dreamer!!!” She walked over and gave me a hug, and then immediately turned around to leave. I said, “Wait, don’t leave yet”. I made music start playing from the heavens. “Let’s dance first”. I grabbed her hand and she assumed the proper waltz positioning and I was not about to have some super formal dance. I grabbed her by the waist and spun her, lifted her up into the air and she laughed a little. I twirled her around and dipped her and we did all kinds of crazy moves with my awesome dance skills.

      After a while it started to get dark. I sat down on an upward slanted driveway and looked up at her. I asked her, “Did I scare you?” She turned away, nodded, and said, “Yes, the sister thing…” I interrupted her, “I didn’t mean it like that, it wasn’t even the whole truth”.
      “What do you feel then?” She asked.
      I responded, “I like you, I like you a lot, and I’m really glad that we met ”.
      After a short pause, she responded, “Thank you for telling me the truth”.
      We walked down the sidewalk together. It was really dark now and the only light came from the houses around us. We got to my driveway and she said to me, “Let’s sit down and I’ll take you with me”. I assumed she meant out of the dream. We sat down together and looked up at the night sky. The music was still playing. I made fireworks start to go off. Streaks of red, blue, green, silver, and gold exploded across the sky. Little kids ran down the street, laughing while they chased each other with sparklers.

      dream 2:
      The earlier part I can remember, I was on a quest to find dreamer. I remember that I was traveling through space/time to find her. I ended up in the 60's or 70's, in a room filled with hippies. They had a huge bowl of weed and they were smoking. They tried to get me to smoke with them but I refused, because I was on a quest. So I jumped through space/time again, riding the waves of eddie van halen's guitar riffs. They were silver and they flowed with his music.

      This time I ended up in a room with some people from my past. I had a conflict once with one of the guys that was there. He tried to sell me some acid for 5$ I think? I don't remember that well now. I just remember that he got upset and threatened to raise the price because he didn't like me. I bought it and put it in a freezer and then he was getting ready to fight with me. Another person from my past that I was once friends with joined him and they were going to try to beat me up. I tried to calm them down, because I didn't want to hurt them . I decided that it would be okay if they could pretend to fight me. So they pretended to punch me and beat me up like we were professional wrestlers. After awhile they felt better and that was good. So I continued on my quest!

      I walked through a door and it teleported me to dreamer's room. Except it wasn't a room. It was outside in nature, on top of a cliffside. There was a long piece of outstretched bark that had a poem written on it. I don't remember exactly what it said but I thought it was pretty neat in the dream. I looked over and saw dreamer standing nearby, but I couldn't exactly see a physical appearance it was just a field of energy sort of. I walked over to her and gave her a big hug and it felt quite nice.

      dream 3:
      I had become lucid at the end of a dream. It ended before anything cool could happen, so I waited in the darkness for another dream to begin. The dream started in a shopping mall. I was sitting on the floor of a store, leaning up against a wooden wall. I got up and knew that I wanted to summon dreamer. I started looking around for her when I saw someone with purple hair and purple clothes. I looked closer and it was some asian girl in a wig. I noticed that there were a lot of people wearing this uniform of purple clothes and a purple wig. They were dreamer's fans. I asked one of them where dreamer was. She responded, "I Don't know...you look like trouble". Then she took off to report back to the boss. I followed her and grabbed the back of her shirt so that I wouldn't lose her. She led me to a store that had purple light inside. They had just released something fantastic and world changing. The DC in the purple wig walked up to dreamer, who was sitting high up on a shelf. I moved past the purple wig DC and walked up to dreamer. I asked her what she was doing all the way up there and she ignored me. I started to climb up to get to her and she turned into a cloud of purple smoke and then went into a handheld machine that looked like a gameboy. I turned on the device and some text moved across the screen. I woke up.

      dream 4:
      The earlier lucid part that I can remember, I was sitting in a room with myself as a kid and as a baby. I was staring at a TV for some reason when I realized that this was probably the worst way to possibly spend a lucid dream. I walked over to the little kid version of me and asked him if there was anything that he wanted to tell me. He said, "Where are the nerds at?!" I was pretty disappointed with that answer. I asked him again, "Is there anything that you want me to know?" He started talking about the nature of identity and love and I was getting really into it when the baby version of myself pushed a button on the ground and the little kid version of me sort of faded away slowly. I was a little upset and so I picked up the little baby me and it started to turn into an evil baby dc with magic powers. I tried to restrain it but it escaped from my grasp and ran under a blanket where it disappeared. The blanket went flat. I walked away, I didn't want to mess with such a potentially scary DC. I went outside by floating up and through some glass. I hit the glass and couldn't get through the first time I tried. I imagined that I was transparent and half phased into another reality. Tried again and I went right through the window. I floated a little too far though and started to move into a neighbor's house. I re-solidified my body but my thumbs were trapped in the neighbor's blinds so I had to break them off my hands. I remembered that I wanted to summon dreamer.

      I did my thing and looked down the street and I thought I could see her coming towards me on a bike. I noticed that she was riding with a pack of other girls and they were all in their teens (including dreamer). I wasn't very satisfied with that. She turned into me. Weird. I focused on her energy and imbued the DC that was now me with that energy. The DC started to slowly changed. First all of it's hair fell out and the face started to transform. It wasn't a very pretty sight so I looked over at the teenage girl DCs to see what their problem was. They didn't seem very nice at all. I looked back and the transforming DC was now almost Dreamer. Her purple hair grew out of her head until it was a proper length and I was quite satisfied. The sun had almost completely set at this point.

      I walked up to her and touched her forehead with mine. My lips brushed against her upper lip, and then her cheek. I kissed her. We started walking down the street to get to the main road. I remember that she asked me why I looked so tired. I told her that I was about to wake up, I couldn't stay in the dream for much longer. We got to the road and it was night time. The sky was mostly clear with a few clouds here and there. There was a small sleigh on the road that had a toy santa sitting on it and a couple of stuffed toy reindeer. I thought about using that for flying into the sky when I saw a much bigger one appear next to me with more toy reindeer and no santa. We started to climb onto it when it took off. We weren't completely on it yet so we were clinging to the back, trying to hold on as it flew into the sky. Woke up. So close to something awesome Oh well, next time!

      Updated 01-27-2015 at 03:25 PM by 66732

      lucid , non-lucid , memorable
    4. Dyson and a duet in a garden

      by , 09-20-2014 at 08:32 PM
      England in the 1940s or so, I'm disembodied and watching a man and a woman singing a duet in a garden. Both of them are thinking about a man named Dyson. They were friends when they were younger, but he left the country years ago and they haven't heard from him since; in their memories, he's a sort of ideal. I'm thinking how disappointed they would be if they were to see him now.

      When their song's over, they talk with the people who'd been listening. The woman who'd been singing is speaking to a particular man, very wealthy, and hinting that she's expecting him to invite her along to a particular event. But although they clearly have some kind of history, he finds this suggestion laughable - he hardly even thinks of her as a woman. I'm surprised, since I'd just been thinking about how beautiful she is - the dream image had zoomed in on her profile as she was talking to him, and I'd been admiring the curve of her nose, the softness of her hair. Very beautiful. But the man walks off with most of the others - they're heading back toward the house. The man she'd been singing with comes up to her and says he saw her talking to that wealthy guy, and how they seem to get along well. She says, "Sure do."

      My POV turns around, not following them - I'm focusing on the opposite direction. On a hill overlooking the garden, there's a man who'd been hiding among the trees and bushes, watching them. This is Dyson.
    5. Three Short Scenes

      by , 09-06-2014 at 03:06 PM
      Morning of September 6, 2014. Saturday.

      This was a series of three shorter typical dreams - after when I woke but fell into a fairly light sleep and a vivid dream state a short time later.

      The telephone rings in real life and my wife answers. During that time I am sinking back into a dream state and am somehow aware that my brother-in-law is on the telephone, calling from America. Even though this is so unlikely as to be ridiculous to even consider the possibility, I am somehow convinced to a point where I try to wake myself more as I am certain of the conversation relating to him and his need to talk to me. Of course, I am wrong, and it was just the usual illegal marketing scam call-center call. Another day, another short circuit in dream “logic”.

      The second dream is the typical “here I am at King Street in my old apartment” dream. I have not lived there for over twenty years. Of course my family is there as they are now and I have the usual concern that the landlord or landlady will realize we are using the apartment when it is supposed to be empty or I had been away for a very long time not paying rent. This time it is the northeast corner apartment and I am sitting on the floor near the south end of the room listening to music with a slight concern that our activity will alert the owners to our presence. My wife is sitting on the bed facing south and everyone else is in the northern area of the room. I do not question the short-circuiting faux “logic” of how we could possibly all live in one smaller apartment or why our possessions are somehow “still” there after us being supposedly absent or not paying rent for so long, but that is how it is. Interestingly, the usual liminal state of being in “both” places occurs for a time.

      The third dream opens with me sitting on the middle of a couch in a smaller featureless room with at least three doorways - and I am aware of an unknown male. He is apparently a television producer or actor (or both) or at least someone related to work in television. He stands to my left. To my right, in walks Jonathan Frakes as he looked about twenty years ago. I had apparently played the president of Star Fleet or some such on at least a couple “Star Trek: The Next Generation” episodes or whatever at an earlier stage (even though I feel and sense that I am only about sixteen or seventeen years old) and am somewhat unsure of what is going to happen next (whether or not I am prepared) because I am apparently going to be in the same role in an upcoming new episode (even though the show has not been filmed for years), but I am confident and at ease, oddly enough. The studio seems to be located somewhere beyond to my right, but I remain seated on the couch. Everybody seems happy, but for some reason I ask them if they usually get along with each other. The response is not negative, but not all that clear either.
    6. Vampires and snakes, rain and memory, underground storage

      by , 09-05-2014 at 07:01 PM
      There's this vampire who went through a bit of a rock star phase in the 60s. During that time he had this assistant who would occasionally arrange for the vampire to wake up with one of his groupies locked in the same room. The vampire resents this. He compares it to throwing a live, venomous snake at someone - neither the snake nor the victim has any choice in the matter, the snake is used as a tool.

      (Woke up. Back to sleep.)

      This woman, thoroughly soaked by the rain, just completely drenched, has just been put into the back seat of a car. The man who's just gotten out of the car and insisted she take it is now standing in the rain. After just a moment the woman gets out of the car again, makes this sort of exasperated sound, drapes her coat over his head to keep the rain off, and gets back in the car. The coat is thoroughly drenched so this does absolutely nothing to keep him dry, but he gets this big lopsided grin.

      There's another guy standing in the rain with him, and my first impression - before the woman had gotten back out of the car - had been that the two men were enemies of some kind, but that the first guy was obliged to go along with him for something. But looking at the second guy again now, on second thought I'm thinking of him as a friend.

      The scene changes to show the woman and that first guy again, parting at a rural train station sometime in the 1800s. I'm thinking about how during the scene in the rain, they hadn't remembered each other from this time. Part of immortality - it's important for them to forget every so often.

      False awakening. I try to write down this past scene, and write that there were three different ways things could go for that pair in the rain. The best route for them is associated with fire.

      (Woke up. Back to sleep.)

      I'm a man passing a large arched opening in a stone wall, and as I look at it I remember that someone had asked me to fetch something for him from down here. I hadn't intended to, but since I'm here anyway I might as well. I go inside, into an immense underground stone dome with a dirt floor. It's empty, and large enough that it's difficult to see the other walls, but I'm aware there will be a door off to the right leading to a place where things are stored. As I'm walking, I hear a voice accusing me of enjoying blood. I don't see a physical source of the voice, but I expect he'll show himself eventually. I sort of laugh at the accusation but otherwise ignore him and keep walking. The voice continues: "If you are one of the evil dogs, care to know as much as I do?"
    7. Drums recorded in my reading.

      by , 08-24-2014 at 11:46 AM (Percy's Void of Thoughts)
      Drums recorded in my reading. (Non-lucid)


      I guess this would be a silly nightmare, but oh well. This is what happened in waking. Yesterday I got an order from someone for a psychic reading, and he was pretty much disrespectful and it felt it was making fun of it. He requested for me to not have the music on during the reading. Upon awakening, he received the reading and was very happy with it (even though there were tough thing for him to hear, I am glad he accepted it lol) We live in a house and we have a 2nd floor rented, and the neighbor likes to play the trumped and the pipe bag and he is a bit annoying lol. So here was the brief "nightmare."

      I was in my computer wrapping up my work and sending all the readings to my clients. As I played the reading from this client that did not want music, I could only hear drums, and not my voice at all. I was like what the heck is going on... and this guy did not want music and he is going to think that I put rock in my readings instead of a soft spiritual background music.

      I was upset because I thought if I had music playing, it would have recorded instead of the drums, and my voice would be heard as well. I started to wonder what to do and I figured that the best was to channel all the information again and start the reading over, but I was upset because it was a long reading.
    8. Vacation, Frag Factory

      by , 08-11-2014 at 01:54 PM (Lucid Time!)
      I am on vacation with my family on this tropical island. We have also brought along another teenager who looks alot like me. I can recall us staying in this cabin on the beach that from the outside looks like a straw hut, but on the inside it is this fully furnished, multi story condo complex with room for everyone.
      The other me is on his computer, and my mom is trying to convince him to go outside and have fun on the beach.
      I am on the beach. I see somebody who is an artist with all these drawings around them. One of the drawings almost blows into the water and I catch it. I then ask some elderly dream characters if they would please return it to the artist.
      A storm starts to roll in. I go back to the cabin. For some reason I feel like this has happened before and that we should leave the island because the storm is going to get very bad.

      I wake up. I hear some kind of musical beat as I fall back asleep. I am sitting in a dark room. There is a tray of wet packed sand in it. The sand is grey on top, and just beneath that there is a layer of blue-green sand. I run my hand through it and break the layer of grey sand.

      I am designing buildings in and placing them in a city. I lose control of the buildings and random structures start developing. It feels like I am playing Simcity.

      I am in a meadow environment. There are some trees in front of me. Someone is standing there, too blurry to make out. They tell me to remember the phrase 'Arrow, Arrow, Arrow!'

      I am high above earth's surface in space, 'standing' so that my feet are still facing earth. As if I am on a glass platform above earth. I can feel that something is above me. Can't tell what. I look down at earth and am all but hypnotized by the patterns present in the clouds and landforms.
    9. Some fragments and one more Riff...

      by , 08-11-2014 at 11:05 AM (4th DJ-Attempt)
      .../I'm attending an open air metal festival organized by a friend of mine. It's the last participant band and I see many attenders going up to the hills during the pause. Apparently the show is taking place out of the city. There's no lights out of the place. Lot of people seem to be drunk or high. I don't care. I'm hearing a riff in the background which seems to be very familiar although I cannot distinguish which one is it/...

      * Woke up with the riff in my head and I realize I've heard it before but just in dreams. I hum it into my voice recorder and I hope I won't forget about it. It has keyboards but I don't know how I'm going to record that because I sold mine long ago.

      .../I want to connect my deck to the equipment because I want to record the show but I don't find proper cables, mine are are tangled. I think I could use my voice recorder, but perhaps the signal output could be too much for it. I go on trying to put in order the mess up in my hands. I see a couple of guys using my deck to make a sound test or something like that. I think it's great to have my deck used for the concert. I talk something with them/...

      .../I'm watching a documentary of a black metal show boycotted by punk-rockers, some of them get on the stage and try to pull the microphone off the singer's hands who has his face characteristically painted and hardly tries to keep the pole in his hands. After that, I turn to see the opposite happening at a punk show where some black metal fans are doing the same but with some flags painted with spray, hanging on the sides of the hall. They hang themselves to pull those things down and move along a line that holds all the flags, it looks they are having fun doing it and I follow one of them until all the flags are on the floor.
      At one side, next to the gate, I see a TV playing the trailer of the documentary with Ozzy Osbourne's "Ultimate Sin" playing in the background. Then I see him shaking hands with Madonna and giving her a classic long arm bracer. Then a bride gets out from a plane, she's wearing a very hot transparent tulle wedding dress. She holds a baby on her arms while greeting some public that apparently went to see her. She seems to be a famous Hollywood star, and it looks like it's related to the Heavy Metal scene because of the context/...

      .../I get to the tribe, the cabins have no front wall and they look like market stands, selling clothing. I see some jeans when I hear a voice telling something about Curt Cobain related to the mark of the jeans. I think it's sort of company that earns lot of money by selling cheap things although hiding its real brand. I see the different logos in the jeans, although according to the documentary, its the same producer.
      Then I see a kid at the shore of a river in the middle of the jungle. It looks like the Amazonas and the kid is lying on the floor of the entrance of his cabin. The water sometimes gets into the house taking the kid out of it. I'm trying to take a picture of it and post it telling something about the war and its consequences although there's no war around, I want to start a scam too/...

      * It's nice to see this jungle again because of it's related to some epic dreams...
    10. Competition night #13

      by , 08-10-2014 at 11:38 AM
      Fragment 1:
      Whizzing around in boats

      Dream 1:
      A loop about lucid dreaming. I am trying to pull off some kind of lucid challenge and keep going back to sleep after not quite managing it.

      I manage to avert a nasty violent argument on the final attempt, a bystander appears to remember the argument that happened in the previous loop and is scared when I turn up but is relieved when I manage to change the story this time around

      Fragment 2:
      Dancing on the sofa to the band outside

      Updated 08-10-2014 at 04:12 PM by 69407

    11. Note: Mind Music

      by , 08-09-2014 at 04:10 PM
      This isn't actually an entry about a dream, but it falls within my definition of dream-like phenomena.

      I was just sort of lost in my own mind when I swear I started just kind of creating a complete and kind of dark metal/rock cover of this song on the fly in my head.

      It actually had a really awesome guitar solo too. >.>

      I hear music in my imagination a lot but it's usually not like this, except for when I'm dreaming. In a dream I can hear the most amazing club music I've ever heard just generated effortlessly, so I know that the mind is capable of this.... I just thought it was worth noting because it happened to me this vividly while awake and it just happened to be kind of random.

      That is all.
      Tags: music
      memorable , side notes
    12. Various audio-related events

      by , 08-08-2014 at 02:08 PM
      Morning of August 8, 2014. Friday.

      The main plot of the dream oddly related to my grandfather George. For some reason, time (as well as location) is quite ambiguous (in fact, he was born in 1871 and died in 1945 - long before I was born), and he is alive and fairly healthy even though I am also aware my father had died, so there truly is some strange new ambiguity I have not had before in that I also do not recall having had George in any of my past dreams either. Even more unusual, he is a celebrity relative to music (particularly in the 1920s) prior to my father and had taught him guitar and such - which is all distortion - my father was the one who was more well-known. The location seems to be the southwest room of my sister’s old house on Loomis Street. Along the north wall (near where my mother’s refrigerator was at one point in the past) is some sort of odd composite of jukebox, radio, and cassette tape player, about chest-high. Sometimes the tape gets chewed by flowing out when the capstan gets jammed (recurring). I am aware that he is in the living room at one point.

      At one point, my daughter is in the room (and my two youngest sons for a time) - not sure which daughter (it seems to be my oldest but several years younger in-dream, though my youngest is not yet two). Somehow, a bit later, her head or only the right side is there but she is not. When looking at “her”, I am able to “remember” that the right side of her head is unusual in that her ear is not fully defined in that there is no lobe or any “other side” of any of it and her ear is actually only the three-dimensional outer shape itself over her skin, which seems regrettably unfortunate and which apparently was some sort of fictional birth defect. This clear but false memory is not a trigger for lucidity, either.

      There were several other random miscellaneous events I do not quite fully recall, a few relating to fictional (or “too advanced”) 1920s audio technology, I think. Odd hodgepodges of fictional “memories” being “relived” is not all that uncommon in dreams.
    13. A weird, recurring day in England

      by , 08-08-2014 at 11:33 AM
      I was in England. A lot of songs were being sung coming from a loud speaker, almost as if it were to distract you from something. Sounded kind of like propaganda. Trains; many trains carrying hundreds of spoons and forks, some carrying pork, all in Ziploc bags. One of the songs that was constantly sung was about spoons and forks, which sounded kind of like it was from CK2. Another was about Porkwood, whatever that is, and had a horse angry guy singing it. "Porkwood, Porkwood, it's good for you. Porkwood, Porkwood, [something else]. Porkwood, Porkwood, [another thing]. We sing our mighty tune!" I also remembered the spoon and fork song, but I forgot it now.

      I also remember my family being in my house. At some point in the dream, I remember seeing a Vietnam-War-esque army base, close to a jungle. It might have been a flashback. I also remember having to work with a powerful cop, then when he got to my basement, he turned on me, stated that I knew too much, and proceeded to order the soldiers that came with him to kill my entire family, as they went downstairs to the basement on their own, for some reason. I would then fail in killing him, and probably die (I forgot what would actually happen to me). I would then respawn at the point where I had to work with the cop. This time, it was a different cop, but the exact same thing happened. This kept recurring until the dream eventually ended. The excuse for it may have been time travel on my part. I should have realized that this was a dream then.
    14. Music

      by , 08-05-2014 at 01:50 PM (Schmaven's Dream Journal of Randomness)
      Standing in my kitchen, I start to hear music in my head. Really good drumming and guitar. I'm actually thinking it, but hearing it simultaneously, and enjoying it too. My unconscious mind starts getting fancy with the drumming, and I really like it. I first start to worry that it won't stop, but since it's so good, I'd be okay with that. Then, I worry that it will stop. But it just changes a bit every now and then, sometimes with a drum solo, sometimes a guitar solo. So, I just stand there and enjoy it for a while. I listen to see what instruments I'm playing. Just the drums, electric guitar, and bass guitar, although I don't hear the bass guitar very clearly.

      On the kitchen counter is my laptop, right next to my MP3 player, and the laptop has a bunch of music I lost about 5 years ago that I really enjoyed. Now's my chance to transfer it over! I plug it in, and wake up.
    15. Dream Fragments (5.8.14)

      by , 08-05-2014 at 12:13 AM (CHiLLEN's Dream Journal)
      Dream fragment:
      1. Holly's bf pushing her daughter on billy cart.

      2. I'm with Dad at the parkway shops and we are loading stuff into the back of our car. I see Dean's ute park near by. Dean and GGrant walk over and GG says something to me.

      3. I can hear eminems music. Myself and brother are In a room.
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