Dream 1 - My kid got upset I'm in Mitre 10 Mega, my friend works here and I think I was visiting him. My daughter is in a pram and she is resting, I see my friend and we start chatting. Some people try to get past him and since he's a klutz he ends up stumbling over his words and himself, he knocks the pram I think which sets my daughter off screaming and crying like he had just hurt her really badly. I get angry at my friend and punch him in the face, knocking him to the ground. I go to get my daughter and look after her, cradling her to make sure she's ok while making soothing hushing sounds. This dream was really stressful, when I woke up I was really hot which is why I had the nightmare... I always have nightmares when I'm too hot at night >_< Dream 2 - The Matrix This dream was pretty cool towards the end.. I'm both watching and participating in the movie 'The Matrix'. Though the scenes don't resemble anything in the movie really. First off I'm in a kitchen, it's almost like a dinner party with the people around in nice dresses and clothes. There's an evil lady that enters the kitchen, she's the big bad boss or something. I'm now in a room, kneeling on a mat like in traditional Japan with a small wooden table in front of me, separating me and my friend Daniel. It's dark with the only light seeming to be a dark blue that looks like it's given off from a static TV, though I can't see any. Next thing I know we're watching the Matrix again and there's a fight scene, though I am the person fighting... We enter a special electronic futuristic dojo, like some kind of Tron biker race meets X-Men training simulator type room with just me and this dude facing off. We attack each other doing crazy bad ass flips with inhuman capabilities, like there's no gravity or something.
07.07.2016 (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID This dream might have been right after the FA from the past dream, because the WILD grogginess is there at the beginning. I am walking through my high school. It's been years since I last came here. I feel really tired and just wanna make it to my car. Someone stops me on the hallway and asks if I have permission to be here. A distinctive, familiar voice from behind me says "Emilio is fine, I invited him as a guest speaker", it is Mr. Dawood, god that man doesn't age. He grins at me and it makes me feel like I am Harry Potter and Dumbledore is getting me out of trouble. I speak with him shortly, then continue on to the parking lot. I get to my car, and a van in front of me is backing up and hits a girl (lightly). The girl starts crying, out of fear, I guess. Her and her friends go ape-shit-crazy on the van tearing anything and everything they can get their hands on. The driver, a 40 something y/o mom gets out crying and apologises. I drive off. I am at the club, for some reason my mom is there. I think it was a restaurant during the day and she was just paying her bill. I want to order an smirnoff (wtf, shoulda been my cue that it's a dream. I'm more of a Scotch and beer kinda guy) but can't recall the name. The bartender, a gay asian guy, helps me remember the drink's name, Smirnoff, and hands me one. I see Ariana walking around so I go and talk to her. I am telling her about the San Diego trip and how much she missed, as she was originally gonna come too. We are catching up, then Frani (her ex-best friend, with whom I had a summer fling 4 summers back) comes and says hi to me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek, but completely ignores Ariana, then leaves. Ariana rolls her eyes and we keep talking. Dani is also here and we get into a competition of 1-legged squats. We hear screams and explosions everywhere and suddenly I am in a Zombie Apocalypse/game. There are Tanks everywhere and they are just ripping people apart. I am outside and there's a lot of buildings nearby, but it will be hard to go into one as I am surrounded. One of the Tanks stomps the ground and people fall out of the apartments and they are no longer safe. I see a Tank grabbing a person, tossing them towards a Witch, and the Witch slicing them in half with a Scythe, spilling blood everywhere. I decide to make a run for it and head to a building. I dodge a Tank by sliding between his legs, and then dodge 3 regular zombies. I get to the gates and the security guard opens it for me, then slams it shut behind me. I run up the stairs and find an open apartment. I go in, there's a guy about my age. We talk about how it seems this is it, this is the end. The Tanks start stomping and everything starts shaking. I see people through the window falling to the street, but we're safe. We hear alarms and a voice saying it is over, we have defeated the horde. I ask the guy what his name is, it's Andres too. I grab a notebook that he has on his table and start going through it. It's a Dream Journal; he prints out his dreams and sometimes draws them. I think it's neat. I ask him how long he's been into lucid dreaming and he says he gave up a while ago. I explain to him I had quit but I was getting back into it and had 3 in week and a half. He seems amazed. I grab his number and we plan to go clubbing the next day. I am getting ready to go clubbing, my hair is super long, I can't believe it's grown so much since I shaved it a month ago. I am with Diego and Jesus. We take a cab and then wait for the Party Bus. Andres (whom I met yesterday) arrives and I introduce him to my friends, then Andres Nuñez arrives and says hi to everyone. We get in the Party Bus and realize there's 3 Andres's, and the other two look a lot alike. Andres N. as per usualy makes everyone laugh with silly jokes.
Haven't typed up my dreams in a while, but have still been DJing. Just wanted to type this one up, so my buddy could read it if he wanted, haha. June 16, 2016 Normal Dream: Scarlet A-suna Series: Friends, Episode 16 Me and a bunch of my buddies were at a big weekend getaway house that we all chipped-in to rent. It was basically a small mansion. Me and Gez were playing a competitive game in a small white room. It reminded me of racquetball, but not exactly. Anyway, we were listening to music as we played and I had just selected a random playlist on my laptop. On that playlist, however, was a special, unreleased song that Asuna (Sword Art Online) had sang, recorded, and dedicated to me. I didn't know it was on the playlist as Gez was currently dating Asuna. The song was about dating one person, but being in love with another. The music station was too far for me to turn it off in time, so I just tried to distract Gez from paying attention to it, but it didn't work. I could see the expression on his face change from confusion to shock to a cold fury as he paced back and forth listening. I waited him to say something, but he never did. The song got to a tasteful part about making love with the secret and I just had to get the fuck out of the room. I couldn't think of an excuse, so I just said, "Hold on a second," as I opened the door to exit the room. He responded in a calm, but tone of impending doom, "Sure." I exited the room. In the hallway, I took a deep breath and wiped the sweat off of my brow. That shit was way too intense. I muttered, "Fuck," under my breath and headed for the main party area. Most, if not all, the rest of our friends were in this room. I quickly approached Asuna and the look on my face must have gave me away. Before I could speak, her expression changed to a look of concern and she said, "What is wrong?" Shamefully, I was half thinking of a way out of the situation and only half paying attention to the words I spoke. "He knows," I replied. "Who knows about what?" she said as the look on her face turned to pure confusion. "Gez knows that you slept with what's his name," I replied. She paused for a split second and then shouted, "YOU MEAN YOU!?!" I didn't look at her face as I softly replied, "Yeah." She cursed and immediately took off out of the room to talk to Gez. This wasn't good I thought. I walked across the room and sat beside my buddy Diddy. I told him the situation about me fucking Asuna. He gave me his "you are in some shit and I'm amused" laugh, then asked what I was going to do. I told him it wasn't funny and I think Gez may actually shoot me. Moments later, the door opens and Asuna walks in holding an AR followed by Gez and his close buddy (I didn't know him very well). His buddy was holding a hunting rifle. I leapt to my feet and asked Asuna, "What the fuck are you doing? Why do you have guns?" Gez's buddy began setting up targets across the room. Asuna told me that Gez said he wanted to shoot some targets. I carefully took the gun out of her willing hand, laid it on the nearby bed, took her hand and lead her out of the room. "I'm sure he fucking does want to shoot guns right now." I lead her by the hand outside of the house and into the parking lot. I asked if she could take me home and she nodded. My heart is still racing as I see her car is blocked-in by about 10 cars. I then, cartoonishly, grab her car by the bumper and began maneuvering it around the other cars as if it was merely a wheelbarrow. Once we were in the clear, we jumped in the car and drove off. "We are fucked," said Asuna, the first words any of us had spoke in the car. I asked what Gez had said when she told him and she said, "He looked at me as if I were an annoying bug he wanted to squash and calmly said 'I mean, of course I am upset about it, but it happens.' And that was it." My eyes widened and I replied, "Shit, yeah that isn't good." We drove in silence for a few moments as I tried to think of a what to do next. I then asked her to move-in with me. As I asked her I felt my body start to warm-up and a sensation of love overcame me. It was a sensation I hadn't felt in a long time (in real life). As she was about to reply, my roommates woke me up. I tried to jump back into the dream after shooing them off, but no dice. Series Details In the dream series, "Friends," I join the DC counterparts of my waking life friends and tackle the dream world. You never know what we will be up to next, but I guarantee it will be one hell of a time. Stay tuned for more entries to the series!
Updated 06-18-2016 at 03:53 AM by 22654
Okay, I was married to someone (Jasper? I'm not sure), and some other woman was trying to come between our marriage. She was beautiful, but I don't remember much from her appearance except that she had blonde curls. For some reason it was "required" that she come and live with us, stay at our vacation homes, etc.--so we let her, even though I knew what she was up to. I can't remember if my husband was suspicious or not, but I did my best to keep a close watch on her. So, we went to a vacation resort. Perhaps that place was an island, I'm not sure, but there was a lot of land and water, and several pathways that clearly hadn't been explored. To try to paint a clearer picture, there was the town that everyone (local and vacationer) stayed at, but you could go into the woods of the town to have a real adventure. If you went far enough in the woods you would come to a clearing of sorts, and then you would be able to walk through the field, left or right, and look at several other pathways. At some point my husband and I, when exploring that field, realized that the other woman was nowhere near us. We--and especially he--became worried that she had gotten lost in one of the other pathways and was injured or dead. We began looking for her, and he almost went through one of the pathways before I stopped him. I told him that it would be better for us if we actually went to the town first, so that we could check the places that she probably was, before we started checking place where we don't even know she had gone near. So, we followed the field along until we came more to the town's western end. I remember that the post office was just to our left, and I decided that we should check their first. Almost as soon as we opened the door is when we seen her, holding a letter that would go off to someone. My husband and I were both relieved, and we stopped to talk to her a bit. Then the three of us went to a party. There was a new thing that kept going around, that people with different sun signs were able to enjoy different sweets that were catered to them especially. It was revealed that the woman was a journalist, and so at the party she was talking to people about that, and about their food. One Scorpio woman told her that they were "very traditional" when it came to their food--in other words, every year at that party they would bring their links, their burgers, their cake, their French fries, and every year they would not care at all about anything else (and in any case, you could tell that woman didn't like the idea of "Scorpio cookies"). I sat down and thought about the poverty of the town we were in, and also our own poverty that my husband and I lived in. When the party was over, the three of us left. Maybe the dream just skipped forward into the future, or maybe I just can't remember, but suddenly my husband and I were trapped in a small dark room--possibly even a closet. It was clear that she had done this, and neither of us were able to figure out how to get out. The point of view switched from first person to third person, went out the door and down the hallway. As the POV was travelling I noticed wires upon wires, with a few machines here and there. The hall almost looked like a cave (but I was pretty sure we weren't in a cave). Finally, after a considerable distance, the woman was there, as was another man. They were wearing all black and were discussing my husband's and my demise. I can't remember exactly why they were going to kill us--either it was for our money (what money) or because they were assassins and it was their job to. Either way, she had not been able to "come between our marriage" like she had wanted to.
May 27, 2016: #2: I find myself swimming in a large body of water about 300 yards from a mountainous shore. I am in the company of a female dream character on a raft. I am attempting to swim back to shore, and as I do so I pass numerous pieces of debris floating in the water such as peach baskets and empty wine bottles. I grow very concerned that this debris will attract bait fish, and therefore larger predatory fish such as sharks. The scene shifts. I find myself back on shore where there is a party underway. I quickly realized that I am the host of the party. As I'm walking through the crowd D. K. throws a football to me. Because there are so many people I can't quite reach the ball and it hits my outstretched hands, and I drop it. I pick it up and throw it back to him underhanded. I make my way to a long table which has food laid out on it, much of which I can't identify. I place onto my plate a round disk of cheese about the size of a hockey puck which appears to be coated with shredded coconut. I wake. The time is 6:05 AM.
Finished my first week at work, ended up sleeping heavily this morning. Dream fragments -Something about a cellphone -A party, my friend Sam is there and I greet him I figured writing something up is better than nothing, even though it's some pretty terribad recall O_O.
I had a very intense dream last night that involved me being with a group we could have been criminals or terrorists because we went into a masquerade party with a service cart that had food on top and a bomb in the bottom part, we set the cart in the middle of the room. ( we had hoodies on underneath that we had like gorilla masks and on top of those masks were those kind of half masks that you would normally find at a masquerade party and after we placed the cart in the middle of the room we pulled down our hoods and took off the top mask just leaving us with our gorilla masks and we all left very fast and no one even seemed to notice us. We had about 5 people including me and the leader because I remember as we tried to leave I was going first but the leader told me to wait and let the other two go ahead of me so I stopped by the doors and let them go ahead of me and then the leader and I left at the same time. I did not see an explosion or anything but after we left and went out the doors the dream restarted and we did it all over again the exact same way, I was aware of this but I let it play out anyway and this time when we got to the doors, the leader told me to wait again, the other two left first followed by me and the leader and then I woke up instead of having the dream repeat. I have noticed that sometimes my dreams repeat once or twice while I am asleep and I must be lucid dreaming because I am aware that it is a repeat but I don't do anything about it I just let it play out.
Preface: I did some different type of awareness exercises yesterday. No mantras, just awareness. Being, and breathing. Interesting...as I was able to recall one really long dream, instead of a bunch of different ones like usual. I think I like this. DR 1 So I am in a HUGE, really nice house. I am supposed to be house sitting in my friends' absence. Some not so good friends of mine have convinced me that I should have a house party. Not just any party- but a huge party- (In my mind, its a huge party, like the one form the movie "Project X"). I am weary, but my girl entourage goes about making plans in the background. The place slowly starts filling up but I am not into it. I'm looking a t a bookshelf of encyclopedias, which I haven't seen in ages. I'm kind of taken by them. One of my guy friends is carrying on a conversation with me but I'm only half listening. He's holding a collection of about 8 bandannas, all different colors. I halfway wonder what he's going to do with those, but he keeps talking about some girl he is interested in. I'm not really listening because I am too busy looking for the encyclopedia that would have Belly dance in it. Its missing. So I skip that and look for Dance. As I'm looking for it, the guy kind of tells me that he's not going to pursue the girl anymore..and out of a kind of disappointment, gives me a pink bandanna. I'm like, ok - did i miss something? He is my friend, but I feel that I know he goes through that kind of stuff all the time so I am not concerned with how he feels about some random girl. Meanwhile, people are partying all over the place- drinking alcohol, dancing and getting wild. I'm totally not feeling it, but I'm also not caring. Just letting people do whatever, and... walking around like I have all the money in the world, so I care less what is being destroyed. Then I come to one of the master bedrooms, and its COMPLETELY trashed. The level of trash finally upsets me and I start telling my entourage that people need to start getting the f*ck out of here. Its all done so politely and is hilarious to me in my mind. When most of the people are gone and the bedroom is empty, there are shoes- loads of shoes everywhere. The bed mattresses have been derailed and they are on the floor. I remember telling the girls that they will have to clean those and then replace them because I need a place to sleep tonight. There is so much trash everywhere that I can hardly walk. Loads of trash and shoes, all kinds of sizes everywhere. I find a trash bag and I start to try to collect all of the shoes when I see these two guys and a girl taking pictures. That's when I get rude and tell them they have to leave now. I'm really pissed because I am so angry at the amount of shoes people just left here. I am walking behind them and showing them out. The go outside and I notice a painting on one of the walls beside the kitchen back door. Its periwinkle blue with a dainty flower. Someone has spilled some kind of concoction on it so I think I should fix it. I magically get a paintbrush and paint, and start to paint. I fix the periwinkle color so perfectly- it goes on well and I don't need to retouch the flower. I am happy with it- the content feeling I got from last night's dream is back. Side Note: For the past two nights I have been content doing things...crafty projects and such in my dreams. Yesterday it was the Christmas tree decorating and today its painting. I am getting this content feeling, like I have a flow of energy while doing something. This seems really nice. I also get this feeling when doing these kinds of things in real life.
Updated 04-22-2016 at 04:45 PM by 90223
Went out last night to a house party which was a first for me in a long time, had a great time. I was surprised that I remembered 3 dreams despite going to bed late and drunk. I probably waited way too long to write any of this up so it's not as good as what it could have been, but man they were pretty damn vivid - the heli crash dream particularly so. Dream 1 - Club It was late at night and I was in town with a friend. I remember there being a junkyard around that was quite dark, it was just off the side of the main road. I went in and then some other people entered, I think they were thugs that attacked some dude in there. It had nothing to do with me, but I think I snuck the guy out or something. I remember grabbing a wooden baseball bat quite clearly, I had a feeling that I needed at least some kind of protection in case those thugs came after me instead. I started walking down the road with my friend, at the corner was a club lit up in red neon. I almost walked in with the baseball bat, but I quickly ducked back and dropped it around the corner, it rolled off a bit since the road was on a slope. I think I woke up here.. Dream 2 - Heli crash Wish I could remember this better, there was a lot more to it.. I think I had just came from a party with a bunch of people, it was night and we walked up a grassy hill towards a helicopter. I remember getting in the helicopter, it took off but the pilot really screwed up. The chopper blades tilted forward clipping the line of trees that ringed the mountain. Next thing I knew the engine was on fire and the whole world tilted to the side as the helicopter tilted sideways on its axis and went sprialling down. I felt horrible, like I knew this was the end and that there was no way I could escape, it was all up to luck to see if I survived. Dream 3 - Ball and invading scarecrows I woke up around 6 to get a bite to eat and drink some water, then went back to sleep knowing that I'd regret it if I didn't. I remember playing kickball with a brown skinned guy on a really wide staircase during the day. It was outside, leading up into a university or library maybe. The rocks that the surrounding buildings were built from was clearly sandstone, nothing like what we had where I live. Seemed like a sandy country maybe, especially with the sun so hot. The guy I was kicking the ball around with left at some point and I was just kicking the ball by myself, at some point it rolled off down the staircase and I chased after it. There's a lot of people, but not a single person intercepted the ball! Geeze just help out already >_< I'm bolting down the staircase (far more acrobatically than I am IRL, doing flips and shiz) to catch up to it but the DCs (I'm somewhat aware that if they're normal people then they probably should be helping) don't do shit. Luckily the guy I was playing ball with earlier was walking up the staircase with a white girl and he jumps out to kick the ball my way, the girl even helps a bit too. "Thanks!" I say to them as I pass by, nodding at each of them with a smile. At this point I managed to catch up to the ball, but there were these scarecrow monsters jumping down from the top of the staircase now. It turned into a bit of a monster slaying game at this point, I was really strong. The first scarecrow was an advanced monster, I slammed it with a right hook in its face, but instantly knew that it was too strong so I darted off to the left. The rest were all the same level and I could one-hit them. My reasoning in avoiding the strong one was that I could save more civilians by killing the numerous weaker monsters rather than the ONLY higher level one.
Party! I'm at a public party which is quite crowded. I'm standing at the bar with quite some other people. The MC asks the public if we should allow an audience member to rap. I shout yes. Now he passes me a mic and wants me to do it. What? No way man. He says he just asked who wanted to rap. I tell him that I thought he asked if he should let someone rap, not who wants to rap. He's still trying to make me do it. I feel pressured, but I'm not doing it. The mc for the party is now a woman. She mentions a few times how we're now on Bali and the island just over there, which is also part of the party, is Java. Or perhaps the other way around. The party is coming to a close. As a way to drag it out she has someone/us throw a lot of fog or something alike into the air, so that both sections of the party are united within it and we can continue partying just a little bit longer. Somewhere in the distance I can see a historical building. A big, roman/greek style city hall or something. The colours of the light surrounding it are beautiful. Ex I'm on a big public square. I'm with my cousin, but he disappears off to somewhere. I run into my first ex-girlfriend. She jokingly makes a shitty comment. I take her bicycle and jokingly threaten to lift it over the poles and chains which are forming a barrier to the canals. She panicks and apologises. We walk back again. She comments on how easily I lifted her bike up. I tell her it's no biggie. I lift her bike with just my right arm. I purposefully use my right arm cause that is my stronger arm. I'm glad I chose to do so, cause feeling the weight of the bicycle, I think it would've been a bit challenging to lift it with my left arm. She seems impressed by my strength and I'm liking the attention. We end up back somewhere on the middle of the square with her boyfriend. We start walking off the square. Once we're off it, they start walking in another direction. Ow yeah, he lives in Amsterdam, so they're staying quite close. Lucky them. I go back to find my cousin. Peanut butter mint & wetness I'm walking around somewhere. A conversation that I had with a friend is still playing in my head, though so vividly that it almost seems like I'm having the conversation right now. He keeps asking me customs related stuff and what would happened if they would question a mutual friend of ours who he is apparently involved with and who isn't very bright. After a while I tell him that I don't have a clue, as I never have to deal with customs. I'm slightly annoyed. I'm walking around a building which is quite modern. I am myself about to get on an airplane to wherever. I stop somewhere near a gate, though I know it isn't the gate that I need to go to. I just want to eat for a moment. I take my big black & orange backpack and take some bread out of it. The flavour is a combination of peanutbutter and mint. A guy who doesn't really seem to do security, but does have some position of authority, tells me that I'm not allowed to eat here. I apologise and move to an area a bit further back. He tells me that in this area it's also not allowed and he tells me where I am allowed to eat. At one point he mentions that this isn't a fucking cafeteria. I feel slightly offended by his choice of words. I was cooperating fully, so I don't feel I deserved that lashing out. I'm somewhere semi-outside. There's still a roof over this area, but it's not really inside. It's a sort of foodcourt area, though all I see are the benches and tables. So many places are taken. I sit down at perhaps 2 different spots, but every time it was already taken and someone had just stood up for a moment. Finally I decide to go to a chair/bench which is covered in water. I wipe the water away with the sleeve from my vest/jacket/something and I sit down. I feel the cold wetness of the water.
I found myself in a Fallout 4 style landscape. I, like everyone else around me found ourselves in a state of panic and determination to get somewhere safe. Every turn there were gangs standing on the streets waiting to rob civilians. I can into a group of 4 or 5 african american men wearing worn jeans and sports shirts. Some had red bandanas. I jumped over a cliff side after being persues by their shouts and agressive taunts. Luckly the hill was not to steap and I was able to run down it without tripping. It felt like a video game with the lack of realistic off balance one would have when going up down and side to side on a hill. I was a curvy street stretching down the side of the rocks ground with the dried out grass. The road I was starting to follow had first a gang of 5 men standing and sitting on a car and second a large home. This house was something you would see out of a Series of Unfortionate Events Movie or a home owned by an old woman living in Georgia post 1800's. I snuck around the men and entered the home from the back right side. You know that feeling when you go to a college party for the first time freshman year with friends you have only recently met? The smell of cigarettes and un mopped food and tile floors. This was that. I saw farmiliar faces but none could I put a name on. I simply passed through the house like a ghost. No one really noticed me or saw me. Finally, I got to the back left of the house where all of the attractive girls, wearing black, hair straightened, and wearing their kardashian lipstick. They huddled together in small groups. 1, which I will never forget was three girls against the window and the side wall. 2 were sitting down embracing eachother infront of a giant red pillowed heart on the wall. They faced a girl taking their picture on her phone. The second group was four girls, not friendly at all, sitting with eachother talking but never allowing themselves to be face to face. They talked and looked out into the large room. smalled groups were off to the sides and middle of the floor but were of no interest to me. I finally ran into a friend(who? I dont know) but she and I knew eachother as friends. She was with another guy and they were rubbaging through the kitchen trying to find supplies. They would never tell me what they were looking for and only assumed I knew why they were looking. I did. It was the end of days and the beginning of something terrible. 5% of the people I saw were trying to prepare, 60% were getting ready to kill and take everything from everyone, and 35% were living their lives like nothing was going to happen. I only remember leaving the house shortly after my friends preceaded up stairs while the gangsters from our side came into the building. They did not know weather to kill and take everything from everyone or join the party. Aimlessly looking around I snuck past them and back into the barren wasteland. Waiting for what was to come.
I'm in a sprawling garden, part of a even bigger manor. There are people everywhere; it's a rather posh party, but I'm not sure if it's for a birthday or a wedding. The trees are decorated with red ribbons and lanterns made of glass and forged iron, lighting the paths made of red bricks. The foliages is glossy and shining, the conversation are mutted and I don't know anyone, so I wander around in the garden, getting further and further away from the house. There's a lot of tropical plants around, with big, othersized leafs and exuberant forms tightly contained into flowerbeds with red brick trim. It's getting darker, and I end up finding back the crowd. People are getting seated on cushions in front of a stage carved into a cliff side There's a big red drapes framing the stage, hiding the lightsources and standing out against the dull gray stone. I see my sister in already seated on a cushion, so I go sit next to her, not knowing why everyone is here. We wait as more people get seated, my sister is typing away on her phone and I'm regretting not having mine. People keep arriving and sitting, in a very slow, endless stream. I'm starting to get bored and keep shifting on my cushion, drawing the attention of the man sitting in front of me. He got silvery blond hair falling on his shoulders, and a arrogant smile. He gets up, takes my hand and pulls me on my feet, still smiling. He drags me through the crowd to the left of the stage; there's stairs carved in the rock, going down to a tunnel under the stage. It's almost pitch black in the tunnel, but I can't still see the outline of his silhouette, crowned with those beautiful hairs. He moves his hand to my arm, right over my elbow, holding tight. It makes me feel like running, and he smiles again. Spoiler for Nope, no running for me: His fingers dig in my arms and he push me against the wall, his whole body close enough that I can feel him breathes. The wall feels very cold and he's very warm. He slips his knee between my legs and pushes them open, lifting my skirt. I try to grab his wrist and he grab my throat, whispering in my ear that I will behave, then let go of my throat to use his hand to do something more interesting. He's taller that me, enough that I have to stand on my tiptoes, gripping his shoulders to steady myself. My body start to buckles and I have trouble staying silent. He pushes me harder against the wall, breathing in my neck. He brings me to climax and keeps going; it's almost painful. I stumble out of the tunnel, and the crowd is thining out, people scattering back in the garden. My sister is still here, she gathered more cushions and is laying on top of them, videochatting on a small laptop with a guy I identify as her boyfriend. They are fighting, so I don't stick around. I go back to wandering along the paths, and I meet up with a friend. We walk around a little, and she bring up the fact that I disappeared a little earlier. I tell her why and she don't believe me at all, then point out that she pegged me as more of a car type of girl. It makes me laugh and we reach a sort of round space with carts of colorful, almost cartoony fruits. I pick up a giant mango the size of a beach ball; it's half squashed and my hands get covered in sticky juice. The smell is almost overhelming, and I chuck it in a flowerbed, shaking my hands to get rid of at least part of the juice. ... Well I... Did find the silvery man again? I didn't manage to get lucid but it's something. He's still a jerk
Morning of January 31, 2016. Sunday. Dream #: 17,940-03. Reading time: 1 min 10 sec. Readability score: 70. This dream branched off into today’s volcano and “circling the globe” dream (without any apparent waking transition or consciousness shift other than the second dream situation becoming more vivid over time). My wife Zsuzsanna, our children, and I are going to a public Halloween celebration. My dream self does not perceive the presumed October date as incorrect. I will be wearing a hooded cloak, though I perceive it as light-colored at one point rather than black (of which seems more suitable to my implied character as the Grim Reaper). There is minor difficulty getting it to fit. My only other costume feature is a silver skull ring which goes on the middle finger of my left hand. The skull is upright when viewed by others when my arm is naturally at my side. There is a slide switch in the back of it that makes its eye sockets shine with brilliant light, so bright that it would light up the street. I see the two beams, but they are not overwhelmingly bright. As with many of my dreams, I take to the air in flight without thinking much about it. I notice an unknown young girl also flying to the party, ahead of me by about half a block. In these types of dreams, I decide to fly while considering it a completely natural event. My dream changes into the type where I need to push through barriers at times due to the unusual maze-like layout of various unfamiliar buildings. At one point, there is a very thick window on a high floor of a commercial building. I attempt to push through it and eventually succeed. I walk or fly through walls, with slight difficulty at times. Mostly, I fly around enjoying the view.
Dream - Flat street It was night time and I'm I'm walking out of a party with some people, the street we're on is the typical student flatting area. I remember seeing some random person driving a car. The person was obviously drunk as hell as they couldn't park their car, she was just ramming it backward into another car, then forward into a tree. Over and over and over O_O. Me and the people I was with crossed the road to get to a house on the other side (I think we were going to another party). As I made my way across, the drunk driver ran me over :/ I knew that this had to be a dream since I was semi-awakened from the shock. But it just didn't stop and I couldn't feel the pressure, discomfort and pain from this 4WD ute running me over. It really felt horrible, but I managed to shake myself awake in the end.
I'm in the dark, laying on my bed. I hear the phone ringing and grumble about it, trying to fall back asleep. I toss and turn a little, but nothing do. I get up without bothering with the light and get out of my bedroom into the corridor. I stumble pass the furnitures and into the entrance and take the key to the mailbox before getting out. The cold seize me, and I think that I souldn't have go out wrearing only my pajama. The front of the garden is very diffrent, with a hedge rather than a fence and proper lawn rather that gravel The house in front of mine is still the same thought. I still go to get the mail; the mailbox is cream rather that green, and rather beated up. Inside there's two small packages and an handfull of flyers. I chuck the flyers into the outside bin and get back in. It's still very dark, and I feel heavy and tired. I drop the packages on the kitchen table and head back to bed. Then I woke up, and started to list all the points where I should have snapped into lucidity. One of the obvious one being that I'm in my student flat.Dammit. And it was, of course, three in the morning. I'm in a ginormous wooden cabin, with a very open floor plan, and all of my family, plus guests. We're preparing a birthday party, for my sister I think. It's a very sunny day, and beams of light stream from the bay windows, one of them open into a glittering snow covered garden. It's pretty hot inside despite that; there's lit fireplace all around. We'ere obviously doing the finishing touchs for the party: tables are dressed with white cloth, and there are garlands on the mezzanine. Half of the people are already in their classy clothes, my sister rocking a snazzy golden dress that enhance her natural tan. My mother and her briefly fuss about her hair and she run away to fix something. I'm here out of duty, and help putting food and beverages around, already dolled up. The friends and family I keep crossing paths with seem very happy to see me here and keep telling me that I should be all dressed up more often. It's a little overhelming and I run back to the kitchen insteand of answering them. My mother boyfriend is here, not ready for the party at all in a t-shirt and short. He looks like he just stepped out of the shower and wandered in. In his usual blunt manner, he point out that I finally look pretty in that dress and makeup.* Starting to feel fed up, I walk out of the kitchen to the back of the house, which is more calm. I climb some stairs and sit on the landing of the second floor, pulling on the hem of the dress. It's a a nice burgundy with black ribbons and a little frill, and the heels I'm wearing match well. The second floor is almost in the dark, with only a fireplace in the back and a little sun shining around the closed curtains. I can barely hear the sound of the party here, it's rather peaceful. Someone come from the first floor, stopping a dozen stairs under me and looking up. It's the dark haired man I already saw before, striking green eyes looking at me with a hint of concern. He's wearing a tuxedo, and has a champagn flute in his hand; it seem that the party has started. *Yes, he is that blunt. It's not malicious on his part, but it can be jarring. It's true that without any makeup I look like a mix between a rather ripe zombie and a creepy porcelain doll, but I would rather sleep in the morning that make my face. And I can't find fondation that is light enough to match my skintone anyway.
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