All DJ Entries

Dream - Lucid

I was standing outside of a building next to a parking lot. It was nighttime. I was with someone, though I can't remember who it was. I was talking to them, when I noticed a couple of young, "ghetto" boys of about 10 or 11, one black and one white, standing next to my car. They opened up the passenger's side door. I think they saw me or something, because they left.

At first, I didn't think it was that weird, until something clicked in my head that they had been trying to steal stuff out of my car. I walked over to my car. They had left the door open. It didn't appear that they had taken anything out of my car. "I don't have anything valuable in there anyway.", I thought to myself.

I then remember looking across the parking lot, and seeing them doing that to another car. A few feet away from them was a police car with its lights flashing. The police were outside the car, beating up some dude with nightsticks. I thought that the police had at least seen the boys, and were going to go arrest them. The boys ran towards the building.

I remember thinking that the police had gotten the boys, when I saw them walking out of the building. One of them had a plastic shopping bag in his hand with something stolen from one of the cars.

I then remember confronting them about it. They denied ever stealing anything out of the cars. When they left, I saw the shopping bag sitting by the building. I picked it up and reached inside. I pulled out a white ashtray that still had ashes in it. At first I was confused about why the hell an ashtray would be in the bag, and then figured out the boys had tried to steal it. How much could they possibly get for an ashtray? Weird.

~

I was getting on a roller coaster. I sat down in a seat, but it didn't have a working seatbelt or safety bar. I would try to buckle the seatbelt, but it didn't have a part that it needed to buckle in properly, so I tied the belts together across my waist. Likewise, I tried to pull the safety bar down, and it wouldn't stay down. I knew the ride had lots of loops and twists in it, so...this wasn't good. The ride started. I started to freak out. There was a conductor at the front of the coaster. I yelled for him to stop the ride, because I didn't have a seat with safety restraints. He stopped the ride, and I found a new seat. A girl sat in the seat I had been sitting in. She got the safety bar to work.

I then remember waiting in line to get on an indoor roller coaster with Ryan. The park was closing, and the employees were turning lights off in the waiting area, which resembled a cave. They only had one part of the coaster that was left open. We finally got to the coaster and rode it. I was sitting in between Ryan, and my friend's ex, Rick. I remembered that we had ridden the coaster before, but this time, as it was going, it felt different. There were different corkscrews and loops than what we remembered. I laughed as we went through a corkscrew.

I then noticed that the tracks were made up of T-rex heads, and there were T-rex heads all around us. I guessed that the ride must be dinosaur-themed (dur). The ride slowed to a stop in the middle of a corkscrew. We were stopped upside down, but none of us seemed to worry too much about it. I was talking to Ryan, and Rick was talking as well. Then, I think I told Ryan to punch Rick in the face. So he did. He punched Rick right in the nose. Rick's nose started bleeding. I was kind of surprised. He told Ryan he was going to call the police.

Then, we were off the ride, but we were in some school or something. I think it was the building from my previous dream. I remember talking to Ryan about the police. He had pretty much accepted his fate. I was anxious about when the police would arrive.

I then remember exiting this classroom. This part may have been in 3rd person, but I can't remember for sure. Rick came up to me and started to whisper things into my ear, flirting with me. I giggled. I worried that Ryan would see, because he was going to come out of the classroom soon as well. I think Rick's plan was to make Ryan angry.

Then, I remember playing the piano with someone. They were on the upper octaves and I was on the lower ones. It wasn't really a duet, because we were both playing the same exact music, just at different octaves. There was a lady directing us and teaching us. We were getting ready for some big performance. I kept reading the notes and the chords over and over again, and I would mess up at some points and get discouraged; I'd think that the teacher wouldn't want me to perform. But I kicked those thoughts from my mind and kept on playing. The teacher stopped and started us over at the beginning a few times.

~

I remember being on DV. There were chat rooms for every different forum, but they were time-limited. I remember entering one, and talking for a bit, and then getting kicked out because I'd been there for the time limit. I entered another one. This one didn't seem to be time-limited.

Then, I wasn't just in a chat room anymore, but I was with a bunch of people from DV in a room. One of my friends was with me. I remember being there for a bit, and then heading to the door to leave. As I was leaving, Rman said something to me about him dating an older woman. I asked
"How old?"
He replied
"No, I can't tell you."
"Oh, come on, yes you can!", I replied with a smile.
"Ok, she's 74.", he said.
I laughed and said
"You're kidding right?"
He looked a little offended as I left. That was probably why he didn't want to tell me. Whoops.

~

I remember being at some wedding rehearsal dinner for some black lady. It was at her house. I didn't know anyone there. I also felt like I had been there before.

This must have triggered something, because I became lucid. I floated around outside, in what looked like my friend Courtney's backyard. I floated into her neighbor's yard, all the time being chased by these weird little white, floating robots. I kept kicking them away from me. I had done that so many times, my legs were starting to get tired. I remember floating into my house. I floated down from the kitchen up through the ceiling into the bonus room. The bonus room looked smaller and messier, with a big TV on some table where there had never been a TV before. I remember rubbing my hands together a couple of times throughout this dream.

Then, I woke up briefly and went right back into the dream.

I was outside again. Everything seemed a little dim. I figured I was wearing sunglasses, so I took them off and put them on my head. There, that's better. I floated back into my house again. I examined my hands. My left hand looked like it was swelling up. Then, the middle of my vision "broke" open, and I woke up.

I am Picard again and my subconscious tells me he is dreaming, but I am not aware myself. I start
out with more of a 3rd person view of him. His senior staff is around him, Jordi, Deanna, Warf, Riker,
Data, the whole crew. It's almost like an inception thing, as if extractors are trying to get inside Picard's
mind. He is dreaming but he is not aware of it, but I know he is dreaming. As for myself, I am not quite
aware of it. There is a red alert and Picard is rushing through a hectic scene. I think about how its a
dream and how he doesn't know. At this point I sort of merge into his perspective. I go into a room very
similar to my high school's auditorium which is packed with people. I am Picard and I know Picard is
dreaming so I know I am dreaming, but I am not aware. I get the feeling that the people in the auditorium
are unfriendly in some way like Nazi's or something. A friend from college is playing the piano and I ask
him to play something in C Minor. I've asked him to play certain keys before in waking life. He starts playing
the right hand part for "To Zanarkand" from Final Fantasy X. I listen for a little bit then decide I want to
hear the arpeggios in the left hand. I sort of think about guiding his hand to the piano to play the part and
his left hand starts playing runs. I listen for a bit more then the dream cuts to a band room. There are a
bunch of band students and I am giving them a piece to play. I realize I don't have an instrument so I make
a ring with my hand, move it down, and try to pull a soprano saxophone out of thin air. It doesn't work but
for a while I try to pretend that it did thinking maybe that will work but it doesn't. I play an entire song on an
imaginary saxophone, humming the part. I then try again. This time slowly. I hold my hand there and
concentrate on the mouthpiece being behind my fingers. I slowly move my hand down until I see the tip of
the mouthpiece. After that, it is easy. I slowly move my hand down to reveal a beautiful saxophone. I get
to the bottom and flick my hand off then "paint in" the unfinished part of the bell. I take the saxophone that
is now floating there. I go to play but it feels like there is no reed. I look at the mouthpiece and there is a
reed so I need to solidify it. I put my finger on the reed but it goes through. I focus on the reed being hard
and finally it becomes solid. I play the piece then the dream ends.

My first lesson in dream control

I am in some dark room with my best friend and I am playing a piano. He
is giving me different keys and I am improvising in each. Later, I am sitting
in a chair and he is also in the room, but it is not him. He looks more like a
friend from college. He talks about how he is sad that he never gets any
phone calls and the dream ends.

Very strange. I had some sort of book that I could enter through the pictures in it. There were some very spooky images in the book and I'm glad I didn't go through one of them...
It took me to a whole bunch of different places, including a strange hotel. I walked out on the grounds and saw a girl I have known for a few years, but not well. She asked me to follow her. I did, and we came upon a circle of chairs with people of all ages sitting in them. There were two empty ones, so we sat down. It was some sort of support group, but I can't remember what for. I couldn't understand what some people were saying. I got up and walked away...
I came to a room full of people but none were paying attention to me as if they couldn't see me. I saw a piano in the corner. I have played piano for many years so I was intrigued. I sat down at the piano and pressed some of the keys softly. Then I tried to play a few pieces but they kept sounding wrong and incredibly cacophonous. I noticed that the keys were covered in some sort of slippery liquid. I looked up and realized that the whole room was staring at me angrily. I tried to explain to them that the piano wasn't right, and that there was something on the keys. I looked behind me to see a tall girl in a Victorian dress and hat holding a teacup and intentionally spilling it's contents on the keys. I stood up and shoved her. I don't know why, but I think her name was Stephanie...
Somehow I ended up back in my own apartment. I put some leftover pizza in the oven and looked through the window. It was raining out but incredibly sunny! I ran out the door to see if there was a rainbow. No rainbow, but my backyard seemed more beautiful than ever (it's not beautiful at all in waking life). I began to sing and my voice came out beautiful and clear. My roommate came through the door and I was embarrassed because she had caught me singing. I went back inside to check on the pizza, only to find there was way more in the oven than I had remembered putting in (this should have been a signal that I was dreaming!!). Instead of two pieces of cheese pizza, there were at least six of many different kinds, and a lasagna. I assumed that the lasagna belonged to my roommate. The pizza tasted awful, and I threw most away. I got a large chunk of spinach stuck on my back molar, and I just couldn't get it out. I kept pulling and pulling at it, but it wouldn't budge a bit.

I woke up and realized that I had slept through my morning class.

There was more to this dream, but it keeps slipping away. I can only remember little bits of images. There was a lot more that happened at the weird hotel, I just can't remember what.

at school saw alan snow, he wanted my facebook for some reason?

phase 2: mansion of chaos, I was battling asian martial artists running from a dragon and kicking bombs back at it as i ran through corridors, then i was chilling in a fancy room.. all i remember was a piano.

Disappointed

I was sitting on the ground at a track and field meet and this 18 yr oldish white guy with blond short hair (almost buzz) and green uniform comes staggering towards me. He was crying horribly, practically drowning in his tears. He comes and collapses next to me, still sobbing. His parents are close in tow telling him that everything will be alright and that they are still proud of him. The guy sobs and says that he still lost the race and that his parents were using a sarcastic tone that was not nice. They were being kinda sarcastic, but I didn't see the next part coming. He got up slowly and walked out of my vision and I heard glass breaking. His parents ran toward him, yelling in shocked horror. I learned later that he had thrown himself through a window. The broken glass had killed him.

Piano Chords

I was at my friend, peter's house, and then justin walked in holding taylor's hand. This was an unusual combination. Justin sat down and told me about how he was single and he only had time for "mixing and matching" as he called it. Basically hooking up with everyone. Taylor kneeled down on the chair and they started making out. I chose to sit back towards taylor in the same chair (which was pretty deep) and starting kissing her calves. This was very strange because I'm not at all into the devil's threesome. I see someone walking into the room out of the corner of my eye and stop and sit there and pretend to mess around on a piano in front of me. It was the band director. He asked me what I was doing and why I didn't stop any of this and then he told them that they were drinking away their prom. By drinking away he meant drink saliva...He leaves and I start messing with these strange pianos that were in the room. There were three of them and they were very small. The buttons were weird too because they were not keys but they were actual buttons. I kept trying to play chords C7-D/C but it wouldn't work. When others tried it it would work but not when I did it. I should've become lucid from that AT LEAST.

10/19/10
Dr. B from college is with me. He is acting weird. At one point he is sitting behind me, and he keeps touching my waist and leg. I find it weird but don't try to stop him. My (real life) husband is with me, I think. Dr. B gives me a little packet of rolled-up notebook scraps, tied with twist-ties. He leaves. I open one of these scraps. It says something about love on it. I say to my husband, "He's in love with me." Husband says, "I know." We sort of shrug with a 'that's weird' sort of attitude. Later Dr. B is talking about a paper-writing competition that I should enter. I say I wouldn't know what to write about. He says I just need to build off this other paper I wrote about religion and culture.
I say that I've started composing a song (on the piano) for the competition to go with my submission. (The song is actually Mariage D'amour by Clayderman, which I learned to play a few weeks ago.) There are two pianos here. My mother is playing the full-size one. The other's keyboard is very short, maybe only 1 1/2 octaves. I wonder to myself if I will have enough room. I try it and determine I need the full-size piano. I ask my mom if I can play the song. She says yes. I sit down and start playing. I struggle. I don't quite remember the notes. Eventually I can play a little of the song. (I am playing without sheet music.) Dr. B is there now. I am hoping to impress him but he doesn't pay much attention to my playing. He is walking around me with cups and champagne (?) saying, "[She] has not yet agreed to marry me."

At one point I am saying to him that I'm not sure I've ever written a truly good paper. He responds with not-quite-reassurance.. something about how when he gets a whole class-full of papers something in them must be good.

There's another scene where I am with some women (friends?), describing my encounter with a blonde woman. This person was a religious fanatic. I was talking to her as research for my paper. This woman said something like "I hate all niggers and jews." And I asked her, "This is because of your religion?" And she says yes. I am acting out this exchange for my women friends and acting really obnoxious when I am playing the bigot woman. Dr. B says that I asked the right questions.

-------
Commentary:
I don't recall ever before having a dream in which I play piano. That's really interesting. (I've played piano since I was 7 years old.)

The Dr. B love stuff might just be day residue because I was reading about King Henry IV on Wikipedia last night, and he was a huge philanderer and had a zillion mistresses.

Interesting that my mom made an appearance too, and that she was playing piano. (She does play piano in real life.) All I saw was the back of her head, though. She had brown hair, not quite shoulder length. She has gray in her hair now, though, which was not in the dream.

¡Single Sentence Sizzler!®

16.08.2010

The One Where I Play The Piano (Non-lucid)

★★☆☆☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Originally Posted by Mzzkc

Not convinced of our abilities, Jeremy Clarkson, one of our instructors, forced me and the one other pianist in the orchestra to compose three separate, complex pieces on the spot using nothing but our pinkies; the music we created was beautiful, exciting, and inspiring, yet also morose and haunting.

I was in the kitchen, and I got a phone call from an old friend named Bree. She told me that she was having a party tonight and that I was welcome to come. I said that I would, but remembered that finals were tomorrow (in the dream, not rl) so I told her that I wouldn't stay too late.

I arrived at the party and there were tons of cars parked on the grass and around the house. That's the last thing I remember for awhile.

I wake up again, screaming. There are two 'men' on me, but one is actually a giant red octopus. I'm being violently raped by these two men, and still screaming at the top of my lungs. There is blood all over the sheets and I can't see my attackers well because it's dark in the room. I tried to escape but passed out again.

I woke up alone in the same room, which I recognized to be my old bedroom. Blood had stained the sheets and next to me in the bed are hundreds of dead ladybugs. Across the room is the electric piano, which has split itself down the middle (when I was a child I used to have recurring nightmares about being attacked by an electric piano). I scooted the chair back into place and put the two halves of the piano together again.

I left the house and stumbled down the driveway. There was a girl throwing up chocolate cake near the edge of the driveway. Cars were still parked outside the house even though it was pretty dark and empty now. In my head I heard a whispering "Wake up, wake up, wake up!". I woke up IRL, it was 9am which was the time that I had aimed to wake up at...

that dream was so disturbing

PART 1 - RICH FAMILY PIANO VISIT

I'm visiting some rich, "upper class" family. I don't know how I know them.

There is a mother - 50s, slim, narrow face, short brown cropped hair, well mannered but stern, a cold personality... and a daughter, who looks like someone I very vaguely know IRL.

The house seems to be based on two locations from my past, one from my childhood and one my father's current home. Kind of both at once, as dreams often seem to weirdly do.

I practice on their piano (in the kitchen area from my childhood house)... meanwhile in the next room, the mother is teaching the daughter piano (living room, right across - where there used to actually be a piano IRL).

At one point I crawl into the room toward the corner opposite from them (there is no other furniture other than the piano), where there is a picture of the daughter leaning against the wall on the floor. I "fix" the tilt of the picture. As I do, I'm more or less staring at the daughter. She pretends not to notice.

As I'm crawling back out, I realize that I was staring and that it must have seemed creepy, and think to myself that I should completely ignore the daughter for a while to compensate.

After a while the mother comes in and asks how I'm doing. I pick up on the subtext that it's time for me to go, and say that I was actually just about to head out.

As I'm leaving I notice I'm wearing a bulky green-ish jacket I've borrowed from them. I hesitate, wondering if they'll ask for it back, but suppose they let me keep it for now as it's raining outside.

I think the original reason I borrowed it had something to do with what took place before I arrived, some sense of danger, but can't remember. I remember something about playing in an orchestra...

On my way out (now based on my father's current home), where there is usually a closet by the front door, I notice it's a door into an entire room that is in fact a giant checkers board, with giant checkers pieces to play with and everything.

ANALYSIS

Piano is one of several arts I've been considering to spend my time on while not working on my meditation project, so I'm sure that association is primed in my mind.

Crawling into the room... this could certainly symbolize submitting to their "higher status."

Fixing the tilt of the picture... this could mean trying to improve her self image, perhaps repair damage done by the harsh mother figure.

The checkers room... this could refer to decadence, extravagance, this rich family having a whole room just for checkers.

-----

PART 2 - RAP ALBUM G

I'm talking to my IRL friend G about releasing a rap album. I say that I'm not super motivated to release one at this point, otherwise I would be "working my contacts," that it's "just a hobby right now."

ANALYSIS

Perhaps trying to qualify myself, essentially trying to prove, "I could if I wanted to."

I didn't record right when I woke up, so these are just fragments.

1- School Dance
I am getting into the backseat of my mom's minivan, and my dad is about to drive me to a dance that is apparently going on. My brother and sister are also in the car, sitting in the middle seats. At some point I had reached into my pocket and found a plastic baggy that had pot in it, and I didn't want anyone to know. As I pass my brother to get into the backseat, the plastic baggy crinkles very loudly, as if there is a microphone on it or something. My brother thinks it is food, and so he sticks out his hand as though he wants me to give him some. "It's just an empty wrapper," I tell him. When we get to the school, I enter into the foyer, and a faculty member is asking to check my pockets. I am relieved when I don't have to turn them out, but merely show him what is inside. I obviously leave the plastic baggy in and show him everything else. "Actually, I'm gonna need to see that pocket" he says, and before I can run out the door, he grabs me and I yell.
FYI, I don't smoke pot. Just a dream. lol

2- Killer Queen
I am at a piano, and the sheet music to Killer Queen is on the stand. My friend is next to me holding her own music as well. I begin to play the first chords, but someone behind me asks me to wait. I obey, and glance over at my friend's music. Instead of reading normally, it is reversed, like in a mirror. I ask her why it is like that, and she tells me it is a photocopy, and I accept the notion that everything that is photocopied comes out in a mirror version. This is all I remember, and I'm angry that I didn't recognize an obvious dream sign.

★★★

Fragment

I remember walking around in a place where there were dead musicians. vivaldi was there. I remember seeing johnny cash as well. he was wearing blue jeans with a red rose woven into the side leg.



Random

In this dream I was walking around my house. I kept coming to a piano and wanting to play a chopin tune... i think the one in my head was a c minor nocturne.



I kept walking around and Asuka was behind me. She kept pointing me to video cassettes of star trek DS9. i kept saying "no, I don't have a VCR just a DVD player"

* I have "job" written down but I don't remember the dream.

Computer

I followed Asuka into a basement room. There was a computer there with an old monitor jacket covering on it. Asuka went and lied down on the bed... she was smiling. I asked her if I could use the computer. I remember pulling the cover off but I don't remember anything after that.

* I have Mzzkc written down but no memory comes to mind.

Crickets documentary

someone says I have to watch a documentary about crickets. They put on a DVD and I begin watching it. It's two old people sitting in a living room. I find myself in the room with me. They give me a glass of milk or something. I pill it all over their carpet. Then the old man does the same thing. he then pulls the chair back to get at the stain at the carpet. I forget what happened after.

23.06.2010

Frog and Fish Play (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Me and my grade were on a field trip. To some place. I don't remember what it was at all. It was weird. Everyone was going to take part in a play. Some students were frogs, and some were fish. I was a fish, but I didn't want to be in the play. So I threw the fish costume down on the floor. My friend Nathan, who was a frog, threw down his costume as well. A teacher, which looked like my 6th grade math teacher, screamed at us for not wanting to be in the play. I just said, "Well, I'm not going to be in this play, so deal with it." She said, "Then you two can sit over there with me!" The dream skipped, we didn't walk over. Me and Nathan were sitting next to each other next to this teacher. We were watching the play. I don't remember what was going on. The dream skipped and I was riding in the backseat of my mom's car, and we were on West Liberty, just coming up the ramp. Then I woke up.

25.06.2010

Digital Piano without Weighted Keys (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

In real life, I'm getting a piano in about two weeks. Finally, A REAL ONE. Of all these years(only 2 years actually lol) getting stuck with these keyboards and digital pianos, I'm finally getting a real piano.

Me and my stepdad, Homer, were on the computer looking for a piano. We found one. It was a digital one. Apparently, I didn't want a real one anymore. This digital one was an upright, and had all 88 keys. It looked really professional. It kinda looked like the Roland HP-307(look it up if you don't know what it is). So anyway, the dream skipped and it arrived in the mail. We opened up a giant truck, and it was inside the truck, already plugged in? and built. So I went to play it... and, it DIDN'T HAVE WEIGHTED KEYS. I was really pissed. Homer said, "Well, then we can return it." "Well, do it! Because it sucks!" The sound was actually really good. It sounded like a piano. It sounded very sharp and bright. It was a good sound, but the keys sucked ass. The dream skipped and I went back to the truck which was still there for some reason, to see if the piano was there. It was. I screamed for Homer to ask him why he didn't return this piece of shit, but he didn't answer. I woke up.

I work on my lucid goals and try to ignore my interfering parents.

I'm wandering through a house, and I stop at a piano. There's sheet music open, and it looks interesting, so I sit down and start to play it. I play the song through entirely, and listen to the notes hum and fade away as the song ends. Then I start from the beginning, trying to memorize it.

Still in the house, which I think might belong to a relative. My dad stops me and asks for my help with something, but something feels off. I realize that I'm dreaming and take in my surroundings, surprised by how stable the dream is, and how real everything looks. My dad still wants help, but I tell him that I can't get caught up in the dream-plot.

It was hard to tell, I say to my mom, that this was a dream. Our surroundings have been very stable, and the only part of the house that's changed has been the twin beds that appeared in the living room.

I try to remember my dream goals. Right, I wanted to open a portal. I stretch out my hand and will a circle to form, growing outward from the spot where my hand is. I start to see blue rings form, but the dream fades.

I see title credits. That's it: a black background with words on it. I don't even have a body, though I'm still lucid. My entire awareness is focused within this little black box I've made for myself.

Frustrated, I post the journal entry on the forums, in my old DJ thread. The Cusp (who I don't think I've ever interacted with) makes a few suffestions. He says that if portals don't work for me, I shouldn't force it, and should try another method.

Scare Factor: 2.