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    1. 3K Heist

      by , 07-13-2012 at 06:10 AM
      Non-dream Dream

      Dream 1:

      A bunch of people are pulling off a heist for $3000. They have a helicopter and a ton of people (for 3k!!). For some reason it is my responsibility to stop them because I am acting vice president of the company I work at. I have to make the money exchange on the helicopter but I need to get the 3k. I realize that my parents owe me $3100 (not true in RL) so I go to their house to collect and tell them the whole story. On the way to the helicopter I ride my vehicle through a toy store and run over a little girl. She was OK - kinda dove out of the way. One of the police officers helping me do the exchange is the referee from my flag football league. I finally get to the helicopter and they drop a rope for me. I wake up before being lifted into the helicopter.

      Dream 2:

      My fiance's cousin is all over me (sexually) which is very awkward. My ex girlfriend TE is also there and I am very confused about who I want to be with. Then I go to a bar. I hear some girls getting raped and I walk around the block trying to find / help them to no avail. Then I am on a computer looking up how to start a porno business. I choose a silver package porn business for $200.
    2. Political Science Class Moved, Girl with Tentacles, Dead Bear, Bunny Girl Porn?

      by , 05-16-2012 at 09:45 PM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      05.16.2012
      Political Science Class Moved (Non-lucid)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      I don't really want to remember much from this dream, kind of boring and pointless seeing as I already took the class.

      I'm upstairs in a building with carpet flooring, it's dark blue or something like that. I'm following some blonde female in a pink tank top and skirt. I'm wondering where the Political Science Exam is being held, and there's nobody in the room I think it's supposed to be in.

      Then I found out it's pretty close by, and I follow the blonde I believe. By this point, I'm not even sure if it was an exam we had to take, because people were asking what they can do if they couldn't finish the assignment right.

      The professor said that he's willing to the person who asked start over again, and then tells everyone they can fix anything they think is wrong, and wants us to start doing it immediately.
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      05.16.2012
      Girl with Tentacles (Non-lucid)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      Wait what? I saw this in my notes, and I don't recall ANYTHING from this lmao.

      I guess that's what it was....girl with tentacles...wow....I really should've taken the time to type it when waking up....

      Must've been those images I saw late at night.....

      Well...I already said too much there.....
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      05.16.2012
      Dead Bear (Non-lucid)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      I'm going back to my apartment, I see the blonde neighbor that lives two doors to the left of me in waking life. She tells me "Hi," and she was busy talking to someone.

      I think I respond, then I go to open the door, go inside, and find a lot of changes to my apartment, but I didn't do a reality check....I'm not even at my apartment in waking life right now...

      My father shows up at one point, forget what he does, I go outside, I see a dead bear, or at least it looks dead. It's laying on its back with arms and legs spread out. I think me or someone pulls it in.

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      05.16.2012
      Bunny Girl Porn? (Non-lucid)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

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      Uh....this was in my notes as a dream, but I guess it was just me watching some kind of Bunny Girl Hentai or something....
    3. Porn

      by , 04-16-2012 at 04:41 AM
      I'm not sure how many days I've missed.. I think just one.. but x-x I couldn't recall any dreams that day anyway. Last night I had a lucid dream about mmorpg's because I've been playing one a lot lately. It was also about my mom and this one boy. And porn :/ I guess it started out from me watching porn, playing Aion, and skyping with this boy all at the same time.. and my mom came into my room and asked to use my computer. I freaked out and threw the computer in the air and made it turn into a giant green mayan-pyramid looking thing.. then there were a few more of those rising out of the ground and up like Lion King's SCARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR moment under the full moon with the hyenas.. Aha, and my mom was running after me because she figured out I was watching porn. We did that for what seemed like FOUR hours! And we were dressed like little mushroom things (I was craving mushrooms that night) We hopped and ran through jungles, space ships, Xbox Kinect adventures, and black holes. IT WAS SO COOL ^_________^ I guess I wasn't lucid in the beginning but the "4 hours" made me realize it was probably a dream because I was tired (like the wine dream). The first bit was probably because I was afraid my parents were going to talk to me about my masturbating habits. Because it's "haram" in the religion my family follows O.o and I was surprisingly too embarrassed to not give a shit if they knew.. I was worrieddd :c but then it turned out to be a hella load of fun. And that's how today turned out too. My parents were having fun and stuff today :] with the entire family. These dreams really do have an impact.

      Updated 04-16-2012 at 04:44 AM by 53877

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    4. neon starlet marriage; friend and porn

      by , 02-19-2012 at 04:20 PM
      Good morning, everybody.

      Dream #1

      Two female movie stars were getting married to each other. They were walking down some kind of red carpet, like they were going to or coming from an awards ceremony. The carpet ran down some kind of narrow hallway the right side of which had no wall, but was open to the golden sunlight of late afternoon.

      The two stars were both known for being gorgeous. One of them was a beautiful blonde with her hair up in a narrow wave. She wore a tiny, white dress with something shimmery on it, like sequins or mother of pearl. She smiled and giggled kind of like Scarlet Johanssen.

      But the other star was completely wrapped in a black cloth. The cloth was then bound with something like ropes or bungee cords, so that it was tight on the woman. The cloth looked like felt, and in a lot of places it was cut into wide fringes.

      The cords were all neon colors -- like neon orange, blue, and pink. In addition, the woman wore canvas-topped shoes of different neon colors: mostly neon blue, with bits of neon orange and neon pink.

      I wondered whether the woman's outfit had something to do with her religion. Maybe she was required, as a woman, to cover her whole body once she was married. I may have questioned this, since I figured any religion that had such a policy would probably not be okay with lesbian marriage.

      Dream #2

      I was outside in some city area, on cobbled streets and near a fountain. It was daytime. I was before some yellow-walled apartment building.

      I saw my old friend R. I may have been surprised to see him. But I may somehow have gotten the idea that he'd planned to meet up with me in this place. He knew I didn't want to see him anymore. And he'd somehow manipulated this situation, I felt, so that I'd have to see him.

      It turned out -- maybe I'd known this in advance -- that R lived in the apartment I'd stood in front of. R had me go upstairs with him. It was somehow like I was going to live with R for a little while, like I was trying to get back on my feet and he was letting me stay with him.

      We were now upstairs and in R's bedroom. R had pulled out a stack of pornographic magazines. I had the feeling that they were mine, as if I had lived here before, or as if I had lived here for a while now and had hidden these magazines somewhere here, like under the mattresses.

      R was starting to make me feel bad about having magazines like this in his house. I was feeling embarrassed and ashamed. But then R actually had me start looking at the magazines with him, as if he were already interested in them and was now trying to get me interested in them, too.
    5. airplanes and swamp; in trouble at work

      by , 02-15-2012 at 02:58 PM
      Good morning, everybody.

      Dream #1

      I was probably with my mom and oldest nephew out on a road during the daytime. We were probably driving, but we weren't quite in a car. It was almost like we were walking down the road or on a moving platform. The road ran through a valley bordered on either side by a dense pine forest.

      The road was packed with cars. We were all headed, rather slowly, as if in procession, down the road. I probably knew that an airshow was going to start.

      Then planes began flying overhead, as if they were just heading over to the airshow, or warming up (?) for the airshow. Some of the planes were flying up from the road.

      The car behind us actually lifted up off the ground and flew into the air. The car was painted gold. At first it looked like a 1980s Camaro. But then it ended up looking like the flying car Luke Skywalker drives.

      But for some reason I was really excited to see the Camaro-like car flying. I called out to my mom at first. But then I saw one of the senior people at one of my old jobs, JS, walking down the road in the direction opposite the procession. So I called out to JS, partly to show her the flying car, and partly because I was so happy to see her again.

      JS may have been walking with a female friend of hers. The two women looked at me kind of sympathetically, like they thought I was crazy but they wanted to act like what I was saying was cool. We both kept walking our different ways.

      The road probably ended at some kind of swampy area. A lot of people stood out in the waters, looking out into a watery space columned by trees. Airplanes may have been flying through this space.

      I must have tried to go farther out into the water to get a closer view. But I only got a few steps out before the water got a lot deeper, probably up to my chest. This would be too deep for me to be comfortable watching the show. So I decided to walk back.

      But it was a little hard to get back. The soil I was walking on was really muddy and sticky, like in a swamp. But the water was crystal clear and never seemed to get dirtied by the water. I was having a hard time moving my legs through the mud.

      At some point I saw my second oldest nephew. He may have been standing up on dry ground, near some fence. He may have been kicking something around on the ground.

      I may eventually have gotten up on dry ground, or at least to a level of water where I could walk comfortably. But I was probably disappointed that I couldn't get out farther in the water. I may have thought that there was some open space out there where you could stand on dry ground and get a really good view of the planes.

      Dream #2

      I was at work. Everybody had an office. But the offices were more like dorm rooms. I was probably new to the job. I kept mistaking other people's offices for my own.

      At some point I went into an office the doorway of which was blocked by something like a couch. I fell over the couch and into the room. There were a bookshelf, a couch, and probably a desk, all arranged so that the room felt like a maze. On the ceiling was a piece of thin fabric with an orange background and a black, psychedelic mandala design.

      Everybody was looking into the room, kind of laughing at me because I had come into the wrong office. I was embarrassed and annoyed, and I tried to cover for myself by pretending that I'd meant to be here.

      I may then have ended up back in the hallway, which was small and dark, like some makeshift hallway in the basement of a house. I then ended up in the reception area, which was like an entire living room in a double-wide trailer home. The receptionist's desk was kind of out in the middle of the room.

      The receptionist was KB, the receptionist at my work. I sat near her desk, kind of behind her, in a small desk, like a little writing desk made for children. I felt like I was hiding behind KB.

      My boss JH came into the room and probably pointed out that I was hiding behind KB. He chuckled at me and said, "Don't you have your own office? Or, what happened to it?" I got the feeling he thought someone else had moved into my office.

      I tried to explain that I was only sitting here so I could learn something from KB. But then I was getting up and heading out of the office.

      But my boss called me back. He had a bunch of stuff in his hands. He said, "This kind of stuff is no good for the workplace. This is why I'm seriously thinking you might not be good for this job. I even think I found some porn in your office.

      "Look at this!" he said, showing me a painting on a canvas that must have been about 30cm long and 20cm wide. It was half-finished, with some edges of it in black and white, not colored in yet. The painting was apparently something I'd made.

      The painting was of the forearm of a person, maybe a young boy. The arm held some device that looked like a gold-colored, metallic spray-gun nozzle on a garden hose. But attached to its ends were a red, pump-like ball and a clear, little breathing apparatus.

      My boss JH said, "This was for your third oldest nephew, wasn't it? He uses it for his asthma. But kids nowadays -----." Something about what my boss said made me think he thought I was trying to glorify drug use by depicting this device.
    6. shaw's last lecture; porn boyfriend break-in; cousin memories; museum membership

      by , 10-26-2011 at 02:26 PM
      Good morning, everybody.

      Dream #1

      I was out on a stage, just a little bit to the right (my right) of the stage. Back and to my left, the playwright George Bernard Shaw lay in a hospital bed. He was really sick, but he was giving a lecture. I was here either to introduce him or kind of interview him. His voice was really faint and weak.

      Now I was leaving the theatre through some backstage area and a backstage door. I was walking through some kind of brick-walled alley. It was daytime.

      Suddenly I realized or heard that Shaw was about to die. He knew he was going to die. He had announced that his next lecture would be his last. But that lecture would be today. In fact, it was starting right now! And I had left the theatre!

      I had to see Shaw's last lecture. He was my favorite playwright. And I had the feeling Shaw would die immediately or soon after he got off stage. So I had to be there.

      I ran back in the door, through the backstage area, and through a small door that led directly onto the stage. The show had just started. A woman had introduced Shaw. Shaw now sat in a nice chair on a green rug. A nice table with a lamp may have stood near the chair. Shaw had just started giving a little speech.

      I at first wanted to sit near Shaw on the stage. But since I came in late I didn't feel I deserved to. So I sat off to the right of the stage. In the shadows were some bleachers, which were pretty well filled with people. I sat on the floor on the bleachers, where I thought I would be in view of Shaw, so he'd at least know I'd attended.

      The woman asked Shaw some question about religion. Shaw responded a little ramblingly. He then said, "And, yes, I've been in a coven. I've headed a coven."

      A little, black boy in a black hooded sweatshirt with thin, widely-spaced, white stripes and sitting in a wooden chair a couple meters to the right of and behind the woman raised his hand.

      Shaw pointed to the boy, as if to take his question. He said, "Yes, you. And what's your name, little boy?"

      The boy stood up. His face couldn't be seen. He may have been turned around, or he may have had his hoodie on backwards, with the hood pulled up over his face. He said, "Some people call me Lazarus. But you can think of me as Nicodemus."

      The boy may have started knocking himself on the top of his head with his right fist.

      Dream #2

      I was in some room like a school cafeteria. The floors and walls were all white, and there may have been a set of white folding chairs all arranged in a grid, like for a meeting.

      But whatever had been going on here was finished, and everybody was leaving. Apparently we'd had a meeting regarding the production of some movie. It wasn't certain the movie was going to be made. But people were feeling a lot more confident that it would.

      The leaders of the effort all stood up front, near some long folding tables. There were a few long, plastic coolers. The leaders were kind of clowning around with each other while they packed up their supplies for the day. The leaders all looked South Asian. One of the leaders looked like the Malaysian singer MonoLoQue.

      The leaders may actually have been making up some wacky, funny song based on the song they thought would be the theme song for the movie. I tried to join in, but I don't think I was very funny. The leaders were patient with me. But I got the feeling they thought I was being too much of a groupie. So I decided to leave.

      I walked down a stairwell in the center of the floor. But as I got halfway down I realized I'd forgotten something upstairs. I ran back up to get it. But I didn't really know what I was doing upstairs and I didn't want the leaders to see me again. So I went back down the stairwell.

      About halfway down the stairwell, I realized I had to go back to my apartment before I went anywhere. But my apartment was right near the stairwell. In fact, just in front of the stairwell, right where I stood, was a window to my room. (Off to my left may have been some area like a department store.)

      So I swung myself up and bashed through a wooden panel blocking the window to my bedroom. Right before I'd done this I'd seen a tallish, kind of overweight, white man in a red t-shirt and blue jeans walking along some balcony between flights of steps behind me, as if I were now in some kind of apartment building's stairwell.

      I broke through my window and rolled onto my bed, then onto the floor. The window seemed to have been open. But I noticed that I'd broken the board, a white-painted board about 33cm high and 1 meter wide, in half.

      As I landed on the floor, I heard a woman in the living room go get the door. Oh, I thought to myself, that woman must be my new roommate.

      The woman opened the door to the man I'd seen in the stairwell. (I don't know how I knew this, since I didn't see it.) As soon as the woman let the man into the apartment, she yelled, "No! I'm not doing it! I told you I didn't want to be a part of it anymore and I didn't want to see you anymore!"

      I thought I should go out into the living room and defend my new roommate. But I was afraid. So I just sat and listened.

      The man had apparently been trying to get the woman to be in a movie for a production house he'd just started up. But already the production house was having trouble with censors. The man said, "And this is a movie that, just because you got a few people saying certain cuss words, people wanna make it rated X!"

      But the woman had left the man just because he had kept putting her in porn movies. She was yelling at him that she could tell he was getting started going down the same old path, and that she didn't want to be a part of it again. She seemed either to be walking the man to the door or heading out with him.

      I sat on my bed and looked at the broken board in my hands. It sounded quiet. Maybe the man was gone, I thought, and I could go introduce myself to the woman. But I was wondering what kind of first impression I'd make with her, suddenly having appeared in my bedroom, and having broken the board on my window. The woman might think I was crazy!

      Dream #3

      I was sitting in a car with a woman who looked exactly like my mom but was something more like an interviewer or psychiatrist. I sat on the passenger side, and the woman sat on the driver's side. It was daytime. We were parked at the far end of a long driveway in front of a house.

      I told the woman, "About the time that my cousin and I were trying to figure out what to do for college --"

      The woman interrupted me. "What do you mean? I thought that before, you'd said that your cousin didn't start college until a couple years after you did. How could he be going to college at the same time as you? It doesn't make sense!"

      I said, "That's not what I mean. What I said just now was --"

      Suddenly something happened, and I knew I had to leave the car and get going somewhere else. My car door had been open all this time. I stood up and walked off to my right. I walked along a stretch of dirt on the shoulder of a road.

      As I approached a fence, an adult woman came walking toward, then past me with a bunch of little girls. It was like a school group. Most of the girls were five years old or younger. They were all wearing diapers: some only diapers, some diapers with dresses over them. I was sexually attracted to these little girls.

      But there was one little girl, an Asian girl who seemed to be maybe seven or eight years old. She had jaw-length, black hair and was wearing a white dress with thin fabric. It appeared that this girl was also wearing a diaper, though I couldn't tell for sure. I was extremely attracted to this girl.

      I passed the fence, and one more adult woman walked along past me, following one last little girl wearing only a diaper. But for some reason, I found myself so sexually attracted to the little Asian girl that I felt like I had to follow her, at least to find out if she really was wearing diapers.

      I turned around and headed for the little girls, none of whom I could see now. I knew if I caught up with them and started trying to get close to the little Asian girl I'd certainly be singled out as a pervert. So I was trying to think up excuses for heading back and being near the girls.

      I thought that the little girls must have been going to the car to see the woman. Now I was in the car with the woman. She started up the car as I started talking to her. We pulled out of the driveway and drove away.

      I told the woman, "You see, my cousin and I were in the same year of school. And we were best friends. So when we got into our Junior year, we both started thinking together about what colleges we'd go to."

      The woman had turned right around a corner and was now driving through an alley going past the backyards of houses.

      I continued. "But my cousin ended up getting sidetracked. So he didn't go to school right away. He had a terrible childhood! I'd go over there all the time to see him."

      The woman now turned right and pulled into the driveway in the backyard of some house like my great grandma's old house.

      I continued, "My cousin would be grounded for, like, six months at a time! And he'd just have to sit in his bedroom in the basement for the whole time. Sometimes he'd even have to write thousands of sentences."

      I had to leave again. I opened the car door. There were some little girls walking around in diapers in the driveway. I was kind of attracted to them.

      As I stood up and turned right, to walk away past the back of the car, I saw that my sister was leaning against the car, almost right in the doorway! She said, "Hey," in a kind of guyish voice.

      I hoped my sister hadn't seen me ogling the little girls. But I looked at my sister. She was skinny, in shape, and she wore a blue-sleeved, white t-shirt that really showed off her boobs. I suddenly realized my sister was really attractive!

      Dream #4

      I walked into a museum with my mom. The lobby was dim and narrow. The ticket counter was some kind of polished, black stone.

      We walked up to the ticket person. I was a member at the museum, and the ticket person knew me. But he might not have seen me. My mom handed the man my membership card and said something like, "He's a member."

      The man said, "Great," and was about to print a ticket for my mom.

      But my mom said, "I'd like three people, and also two children, please."

      The man seemed a bit taken aback by my mom asking for so many tickets. I was taken aback, too! I thought I was coming to the museum with just my mom. Who were all these other people coming with us?

      I said something to the man. He finally noticed me. He said, "Oh! But you're a member *here*. Why are you trying to get in with this card? This is a MoMA card."

      I saw the card in the man's hand and realized he was right. Hoping to avoid him getting suspicious of me -- like he might have thought I was trying to hide the fact that I'd let my membership expire -- I flipped quickly through my wallet, trying to find the right membership card.
    7. November 14th, 2008

      by , 10-26-2011 at 12:12 AM
      Don't remember much. In Anthony's room, his internet was on the TV. When he was done, he tried to show Ashley's grandmother how he usually deletes the history, but I kept stopping him because then she would "know about the porn, man."

      Alaric called and wanted to know something, but I couldn't hear him because in real life, my nose was stuffy and was making too much noise. I held my nose shut so I could hear, and I'm pissed off at this, but I realised that I was still breathing and making noise. I thought it was weird, but I DIDN'T HAVE A LUCID DREAM. BUT, later on in the dream, something happened. It was a lucid dream, but at the same time, a regular dream. It felt real, had great quality, and I had partial control I think. But, I don't remember it all, I had little control, and it was completely random. No RC took place. At any rate, the dream was that I was in some sort of weird school with bright red walls. Suddenly, I was "aware". I ran out into the hall, passing Madame Arcusi on the way, and "grabbed" some chick in the hallway. I remembered (although it may have just been dream-established) I wanted to fly, and suddenly I was outside. I took off like Neo. It felt real. I flew around for about ten seconds and woke up. Now that i think about it, I have wanted to take off like Neo in my next LD. This leads me to believe it wasnt a LD, but rather a dream of desire?
    8. Fragments for July 1-3 2011

      by , 07-05-2011 at 04:34 AM (Sailing the Noosphere)
      1. I'm cripplingly depressed, but I'm riding my bike anyway to meet my brother behind an old Blockbuster in my hometown. The store has been repurposed into a porn store, and I go in and buy something. I see my mom exit from the nearby Walgreens, so naturally I drop the porn and meet her. Rest of DJ is unintelligible.

      2. I'm hanging out/jamming with my friend Scott A. in the basement of my house. Q and S.T. come over. I go to greet them, but in my clumsiness I start a chain reaction that breaks a bunch of lamps. None of my friends seem to particularly care, but I grab a vacuum cleaner anyway. As I go for it, I realize I'm hungry. I take the vacuum with me and grab my bicycle, heading to my college cafeteria. Along the way, I am insulted about my age by Nathan S. and other jackasses from college. I ignore them and head into the cafeteria, where I first enter the bathroom.

      3. I'm playing a Star Trek version of the TIE Fighter video game. I successfully pilot a starfighter against impossible odds, several capital ships at a time. There's then a "trench run" sequence as in Star Wars, where I follow a freighter into a massive building. It's decorated as a nightclub for giants, and there's a critical spot on the floor that I need to shoot. I can't keep my craft steady enough to shoot and use the tractor beam at the same time and fail the mission.

      Updated 07-09-2011 at 04:32 AM by 32914

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      non-lucid , dream fragment
    9. Challenging with my friend (For some Reason) , Pater, Girls & Swim

      by , 05-30-2011 at 07:11 PM (. - ~ = * [ |{(Welcome to my Weird Dream World)}| ] * = ~ - .)
      Well that was like 10 dreams i had i've sleept like 15 hours lol....

      so i forgot the some dreams and i remember like 3 of them which were the last i can say..

      it was so that i was with my close friend outside and we were walking he wanted to walk me somewhere , and in 1 moment we found a hole ,big hole that u can build anything lol.
      so my friend did something with that hole he took a plastic paper or so and put it everywhere at the top of the hole so u cant fall down lol..
      then we were playing with the nails we wanted to make it more secure and so .. and litle sand or a rock fall down and we hear there is water ..
      aha ok he said to me look we can jump and swim or something lol..

      i told him will u jump?
      he took a ciggaret he smokes and he jumps.
      here is a picture example where he jumped.


      after jumping he told me that
      "Man i jumped and felt down with my Tongue !" Loooooool.
      i laughed and told him ok lets go lol ..
      then we walked outside dont know where.. cus the pool build was inside a long wall.

      and i dont know how.. but m friend was so crazy that he found or had a bucket full of water and he throw all the water at like 5th stock appartment Balcon and the windows and everything went wet ...

      then i told him lol lets go to other site .. he went to the side of the appartment and was walking so i jumped from the wall to the other side cus i saw 2 guys coming which were the owners of the appartment .
      and i met together again with my friend after like 20 secs and told him hey man whats up bla bla.. so those ppl dont understand that we did throw that bucket..
      and we walked somewhere else but they came somehjow and they were talking to us something ... we went to buy ciggarets [ i had all the time in my mind ,Lucky Strike" ] i wanted those cigs lol. i wanted luck so those ppl dont get us or something..
      .. and they said in 1 moment some fuckers throw us a full bucket with water at our balcon and its all messed up ..

      i asked my friend we buy lucky strike right?.. and went to buy.. then i wkoe up and writed that dream .. just few words that i dont forget .
      [btw i knew this place. it was in Cyprus there was/is a Big Pool and big appartment's that i remember and also the ciggaret shop near it..]

      so i sleept again ..and i went alone somewhere and i was walking ... then i figured out where i was and wanted to walk home..
      then i saw a House from a Pater who i knew in cyprus when i was young like 11-14 i was going to him very oft and was talking to him..
      then i said .. lets go in
      i looked from the window and so [door was closed]
      and he looked me at 1 moment he was excited so was i and the door opened it self and walked in..
      he watched me he didnt recognize me good that i was the boy who was visiting him alot.
      then i told him my name i am .. he got excited i went inside.. we sitted we talked about few things , where was i wht i was doing and so i told him .. then i hear something at the other room and i see 1 hot girl..
      woot.. anyways continued talking and somehow he hurts his hand with a nail it made a hole at his hand and then more 2 mans come and 3 girls from other rooms and trying to help him.. i was like wow????
      i told him relax relax it will get better put paper to avoid the blood etc..
      he said yaya..
      i told him dont loose ur blood u need it pater.
      then somehow he made the blood stop.

      and what was strange.. was that he opened or someone else opened the TV and there was PORN... and the pater started taking Photos? with his Phone..

      i was like woota??
      then i dont remember what happened with him but i rememeber that i moved to otherplace somehow with these girls and friends.. it was a weird dream.. there was a river and everytime i see it its like a TV and the river has some weird monsters inside that if u swim u will get hurt so much that u wont walk again
      cant find an image of it cus its not onlinit was like too 20 feet and head then at the end 1 boy comes out from the water and screams with his bluh face...

      so i said " i won't swim again in a river "Isar" isar is a river here where i live ^^"

      so then i had to go to school i thing or something and i went to the doctor with 2 Glasses? wtf????
      1 glass with my piss 1 glass with a proof why i am sick and i dont wanna go to school it was a flying pet a small one.. and that wasnt my doctor it was my teacher .. she said we are closed its 2:35 or something.. i said i am waiting like 10 mins here and it says at 2:28 its the last chance
      she called somewhere and explained then she took that small flying pet and i told her it was in my stomach.. then she ate it and she tho it will come out from mouth ..
      i told her it wont u ate it it will die inside..

      also then she gave me the paper to show in school and i left.. oh damn finally..

      then again continued dream with my close friend..
      the thing we were challenging was we were going in places and everywhere everyone was watching us.
      at the building he throwed the bucket those ppl was watching us and few more.. also i told him to come on the place where my Pater was and explain him abit..
      we climbed in like 2-3 feet Rock and seat there. and it was just next to the window of the house of pater..
      i started explaining him.. " it is very strange, weird and different that 3 -4 years ago when i came to pater he was different that i seat and we talk about interesting stuff and it was warm and everything ...
      then he told me hmm is he in the room now or something?
      i didnt knew and the lights got ON.
      that was in middle room Lights.
      then the lights of that window which was next to us got ON too and it was the Pater with 1 Woman doing something on Computer or writing i dont know i just climbed down quick that he dont see us and my friend aswell .. lollll


      ok then he told me . now i take u to a place. [ like it was my turn to challenge u xD]

      i saw a Big Pool. he said now we must go to pool.
      we went to pool we were inside there was aloooot of ppl. like 30 swimmin and 10 siitng.

      what i saw was That guy from twilight "Robert" with 1 Lady and 1 Other guy friend of him with other Lady.
      my friend says...
      now u go to 1 lady and take her and jump with her in pool and swim and do it with her, ill go with the other lady..

      woot i went and i did that i jumped with 1 lady and the man was jacking of before that and i swimmed with her i tried to do something and my friend aswell and i see the 2 guys jumping inside and trying to catch us.. lol it was fulll of funny ..

      somehow my brother was there and he was tripping with the 1 girl and my friend also
      the 1 guy catched me and he blocked my hands or feed so i cant move.. but somehow i jumped and moved and also continued with that girl i did it and my brother too and my friend also and when i did it .. they all thumb up for me lol , it was like i won..

      that was all i remember ... thats my weird dreamy..
      15 hours dream no Lucid tried to when i woke up severalt times but no chance.



      Thanks for reading .

      karli
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    10. japanese german robot toys; porn, hysterical mom, and henry darger

      by , 05-02-2011 at 12:22 PM
      Good morning, everybody.

      Dream #1

      I was watching a commercial that looked like it was from the 1970s. There was a black bakckground. In the foreground was a side-lit vending machine. The vending machine was basically a clear, plastic bubble atop a red, rectangular stand.

      Inside the vending machine were little robots. They were toy robots. An announcer said that the robots were made in Japan. There was a close-up of the robots. They looked like they were made of wood rather than plastic. They seemed to have been made in two or three pieces. A main piece was c-shaped, like an old telephone receiver. Then there was a rectangular shape that revolved within the c-shape. Atop the c-shape was possibly a small, marble-like head. The toy was red with yellow squares running down it.

      I found something wrong about the toys. They seemed to be projecting a strange message about the body to children. I couldn't believe that the toys were made in Japan. So I tried to get at the toys, for a closer look.

      I was now on a stage, where there was blue light, like a fake sky, somewhere in the distance, blocked by a number of black scaffolding pieces and stage walls. I walked into a dark, black corner of what now may have been a room. I saw a vending machine. It was huge, and the top half of the sphere was missing, so I crawled right into the bowl of toys.

      Somehow I found out that the robot toys had actually been made in Germany. But I didn't seem to be able to grab any of the robot toys. Instead I grabbed what I thought was a robot toy, but which ended up being a thin, long pillow with a pink, plushy casing around it. The pillow actually spoke if you either pressed some part of it or pulled a string.

      The pillow had said something strange, so I tried to make it speak again. I pressed the button inside it and bent it and played with its string. I may finally have gotten it to say something, again something strange.

      Dream #2

      I was in a car with my mom, possibly on a grey day. We had driven up to some hotel, which looked more like a series of townhouses. I was apparently going to stay here for some amount of time, for something like a vacation involving my family, but not quite with my family.

      We walked into the front office so I could get checked in. Along the left wall there was a whole display of pornographic programs for sale. I picked out one that looked particularly interesting to me, a lesbian porn flick. Apparently you had to get a big card, which was like a DVD, and then a smaller card, which was like a calling card.

      The larger card was yellow. The smaller card was purple. On its front were photos of pin-up style girls. On it back was a description of the film. Some of the language was porn-like and hot. But eventually the language became the description of some piece of classical art in a museum. I thought, Don't they think that kind of language is a real turn-off?

      I had walked up to the front desk, where my mom was talking with the worker, a pretty, Asian girl. Behind the desk and in some rooms off to the left, everything was dim. I was suddenly on the phone with my grandmother. I was telling her about some kind of bad thing that had happened in my family, something involving either my brother or sister getting really angry.

      I was walking around in one of the side rooms, which was now like my mom's living room and kitchen combined. I was kind of getting sick of telling my grandmother about the incident. So I told her that my mom had lunch ready, so I was going to go and eat it. I could see the lunch -- something like a birthday cake with white frosting and blue sprinkles -- being set on a counter cluttered with books and other things.

      My grandmother was already pestering me to call her back in five minutes. I told her I probably couldn't.

      I had hung up the phone. My mom, my brother, and I were all in a room like a living room in an apartment. My brother pointed to a picture on the wall and asked if that was by Henry Darger. I said it was and then looked over my right shoulder at it.

      The painting all seemed to have been made on wood. It looked like it was four large fragments, not quite the whole painting, all within a wood frame of the same thickness of the wood on which the painting was done. The painting was mostly white, and it depicted little girls on a battlefield.

      My brother had been concerned that this was a fake Darger. I tried to assure him it wasn't. On the opposite wall, right near a corner around which was a dim room, was another Darger fragment. This was painted on a huge block of material that looked like cardboard. The painting depicted two children in a deep, green forest. But the two children were just bellies and legs -- nothing else. They looked like the bottom half of Homer Simpson, except shorter and with green pants.

      The fragment was shaped like a patch of camouflage, and it hung like a lone puzzle piece in a much larger, rectangular frame of the same cardboard material. I looked closer at the thick fragment. All the colors of the painting appeared to go straight through the carboard, as if you could slice the carboard at any width and find the same picture.

      My mom started getting hysterical. She said I wasn't paying attention to her problems, and that I'd pay for it. I acted like I didn't care. But then she said something like she had a lot of ways to make me pay, such as getting me arrested.

      I turned away from her. We were now in something like a subway car. Three kind of trendyh, young men all walked up to me. I thought they were going to start trouble with me, as usual. But they asked me if I wasn't the guy who "that tall, blonde guy had hit on the head on the train." I said I was. They all kind of cheered me on. They said they had all been watching me, and that they thought I'd handled the situation really well.

      I was trying really hard to remember the situation. But all I could remember was that I didn't get intimidated and I was ready to fight the guy, but that he had walked away. I made some body motions, swinging my body back and forth and holding my fists up. The guys mimicked me.

      I was kind of hoping the guys would get off the train. I felt like the situation could easily change and that the guys would decide they didn't like me. I tried to change the subject. One of the guys was wearing a t-shirt with the Superman logo on it. So I asked the guys about Superman.
    11. 25th April 2011: Foot-Flesh Balance Jumping

      by , 04-25-2011 at 05:42 PM (Adventures of a 21st Century Dreamer)
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      meduim recall so I cant remember all the details but I was with a group of random characters,
      wondering where I was when the narrator said-

      "as the illegitimate sons of rich footballers prowl the night disillusioned with society, one of them stops to ask a question"...

      There were four of us so I turned to one and asked what was going on. He said that our dads had abandoned us, and we had decided to raid mansions in revenge( I watched a clock work orange yesterday). Time-skips and we decided to raid a mansion not too disimilar to this-

      As we are roaming around this random house, and causing all manner of mayhem.
      One of the other guys starts screaming that the owner is back and he has a gun.
      I tell everyone to leg it, but as I'm jumping over the garden fence I here the owner Exclaim

      "Aah man, who masturbated on my porn collection?" I didn't do it but found it hilarious at the time.

      In that split second of laughter, the whole scene seemed to have changed into a maze of gardens all guarded with vicious dogs( again with the dogs!).
      Luckily for me I had become some kind of fence leaping expert.
      I finally made it out of the maze and was confronted by a giant tree.
      I climbed the tree so I could better survey the area, I could see a bridge over a lava river with a giant bearded man on one side. There were metal pillars with disc shaped tops that were spinning coming out of the lava..wtf

      I headed for the giant so I could see what would happen next. As I approached him he said..

      "ahoy there, would you like me to teach you the art of Foot-flesh balance jumping?"

      Me: er..... what's that?
      Giant: Its where we cut flesh from some part of your body, tie it to your feet ,and then you have to try to make it across to the other side using the spinning pillars.
      Me: er...ok

      My brain skipped the flesh cutting bit, because I was now standing on-top of one of the pillars. I could also smell burning flesh.

      Giant: by the way, the longer you remain on one pillar the less meat you have for the next

      I looked down and realised I was wearing a skirt it reminded me of the Vikings. The spinning was starting to make me dizzy, so I jumped, miss-timed the trajectory but somehow made it onto the next pillar.

      Giant: good try to go with the flow.

      Then my alarm went off.
    12. recurring shop app; swimming out of flood

      by , 03-25-2011 at 11:43 AM
      Good morning, everybody.

      Dream #1

      I was outside on a sunny day with an acquaintance of mine, G. We stood out on some big lawn before something like a cabin for a summer camp. G is a scientist, and he knows all this technical stuff. So he was going to put some wacky, new app on my phone.

      I handed G my phone, hoping he wouldn't look at my internet and all the perverted sites I had on there. He didn't. He handed the phone back to me.

      The app ended up being some kind of shop. I didn't really find the shop very interesting. I kept trying to get out of the app, but I kept going backward through a bunch of screens just like the shop app's screen. It was really annoying.

      Dream #2

      I was in some body of water. A huge wave swept over me. I thought it would crush me or carry me away. But I somehow swam right through it. After this wave I sawm through some smooth water and then some much smaller waves. All this time a narrator was talking about something, possibly how dangerous the waves were.

      I was now swimming among a group of people. A huge tide had carried us out to sea. The common knowledge was that if this happened, you could never get back to land. But I could see the shore. It wasn't far away. I began to swim hard for the shore, encouraging the people around me to do the same. The current was pulling steadily toward the side, but I could force my way through the pull. The shore had something very colorful built on it, possibly an amusement park.

      I and my friend H were now in some weird space that was like a mix between a mountain path and a concrete path and some kind of indoor hallway. We were talking with two girls, both of whom seemed to me to be Asian.

      The earthquake in Japan had just occurred. Somehow, H and I had lived through the time period already, and we knew what had happened. Now we were back to the beginning of the earthquake, still in America.

      One of the girls spoke about the earthquake like it was something minor, just a usual earthquake. I tried to let her know, in a nice way, how bad it was. I asked her, "Do you have any family in Japan?"

      She said, "Japan? I'm from Africa!"

      I now realized that the girl wasn't Japanese. She was short, with coppery brown skin and reddish blonde hair.

      I now looked to the next girl, who looked more Japanese. I was going to tell her about everything that had happened during the earthquake. But she already looked panicked. We were in some place like her bedroom. She was laying down on a beanbag chair that was slumped against a wall. She was crying, worrying what had happened to her family. She had her right arm cradled over her head. I may have noticed that the bedroom was slightly cluttered and that there was some kind of heavy metal poster over the beanbag chair.
    13. great-grandfather's bed; perverted phone

      by , 01-29-2011 at 03:32 PM
      Good morning, everybody.

      My nighttime discipline has been terrible lately! Last night, I spent too long watching the Girls' Generation "Visual Dreams" video and some anime stuff on YouTube. It wrecked my dream recall.

      One thing before I do the dreams. At the Japan Society in NYC a series is currently running showcasing the work of the director Sabu.

      On Wednesday I watched Sabu's film Monday. The plot of the story revolves around a businessman who wakes up after having been drunk for two days. He slowly recalls all the things he did while he was drunk.

      The story reminds me of waking up and looking back on a dream. But at a certain moment the main character takes charge over his actions. At this moment, the "dream" stories become more like lucid dreams.

      There aren't any extreme special effects. But I think the film, in itself, is very good. And I think it's also good as a metaphor for the dreaming and lucid dreaming processes.

      Anyhow, I want to suggest that anybody in or near NYC go to the Japan Society to check out some of Sabu's films. Sabu is there to introduce each film and do a Q&A. So that's also incredible.

      Dream #1

      I was in my great-grandmother's backyard on a sunny day. My great-grandmother was still alive. My family may have been near me somewhere. My great-grandma was talking to me, possibly standing very close to me, or possibly through some kind of telepathy.

      I was now in my "great-grandma's basement." I stood before a bed that was covered in deep blue sheets. My great-grandma told me something about my great-grandfather. I got the feeling that this may have been the bed my great-grandfather had died in.

      My great-grandma now told me that I had to lay in the bed. It was as if I was going to be in town for a while, and that I would have to stay at this house while I was here. So I'd be using this bed.

      The bed was now different. The previous bed didn't have any headboard. But this bed had a very fancy headboard of nice wood. The bed also had blankets. In fact, the bedding appeared to be a very nice, homemade quilt with mint-green squares alternating with white squares with pink flower (?) designs on them.

      I was a little afraid to lay in the bed. I felt like it had been empty for so long that maybe bedbugs had started to live inside of it. I thought I would check the bed for bugs. But I knew my great-grandmother was somewhere around me. I didn't want to check the bed in front of her and offend her by implying that she had neglected the bed.

      Dream #2

      I was in some museum or art gallery. I was in a room, possibly laying face down on a cushioned bench that was backed up against a wall. My head kind of hung down over one end of the bench. This specific room was spacious but small, kind of dimly lit, with white walls and possibly some thin carpet.

      There had been some big art exhibit opening. The opening included some kind of presentation by the artist, a woman who kind of looked like Laurel Nakadate. Now everybody was milling around or leaving. Most of the people looked like somewhat wealthy business people.

      The artist woman leaned against the wall near the bench on which I lay. I was playing with some device like an iPhone. All the icons on the phone were squares with a swirly pattern of pinks, browns, and oranges. I was scanning through a number of different icons.

      The artist said something to me like, "I could never figure out how those things worked. You seem to know it pretty well. You must be smart."

      I figured from this that the artist couldn't afford to own an iPhone. I let her look at mine, so she could figure out how to use it. But as soon as I handed it over, I felt a little bit of anxiety. I knew I had a lot of really wacky porn sites still up on my internet. I hoped that she wouldn't look through my internet history.

      The artist, did, however, end up scrolling through my internet history. As the artist continued using the phone, the phone became something like a sit-down driving game like you would see in an arcade. The artist was sitting inside the game, scrolling through my internet history, which was a black screen, with old, pixellated, dim-white lettering. The room also became dim, like an arcade.

      The artist, thankfully, kept scrolling down to sections full of internet searches I'd apparently done for really fancy recipes. Also, there seemed to be some sections where I'd taken pictures of these fancy dishes I made.

      The artist may have made some comment about how nice it was that a guy actually put effort into making all these delicious meals. That comment made me even more afraid of the artist finding the porn sites.

      I thought that maybe I'd get lucky and that the artist might not happen upon any of the porn sites that I'd looked at on my phone. But she eventually did. The porn sites in question were apparently of me, all by myself, on my bed, masturbating or dressed in women's underwear.

      At some point the arcade game version of my phone became my phone again, although at certain times the views were coming straight into my head, as if I were just imagining them all. The artist was gone, although I may have heard her talking to me, as if I were hearing the conversation telepathically or through "memory-phone."

      I now stood before a bed in an almost completely dark room. I may have thrown the phone on my bed. I still had the weird photos of me running through my head. Eventually I got on the bed, standing on my knees.

      (Side notes: Dream #2 implies that I look for porn and fancy recipes on the web. This is wrong. I don't look for fancy recipes. But I probably should, because I think cooking is really cool.)
    14. wearing diaper; looking at porn

      by , 01-20-2011 at 12:33 PM
      Good morning, everybody. Both of these dreams are kind of perverted. Sorry.

      Dream #1

      I was in "my bedroom." The bedroom was big and comfortably dim. I stood on my knees on a big bed with brown blankets on it. I was wearing either only a diaper or a diaper and a white tank-top with thin straps. I peed and peed in the diaper. At one point I felt like the diaper was really full of pee.

      (The feeling of this dream was so real that I had to make sure when I woke that I hadn't actually wet the bed. Pretty weird.)

      Dream #2

      I typed in some key words on Google Images that I thought would pull up lots of images of girls kissing. Instead, I got lots of images of girls lying on their backs with their legs wide open. The girls wore no pants or underwear, but they all had shirts. One girl in particular wore a business-type top involving a white button-up shirt, a grey sweater, and a black vest.
    15. November 15 - November 16 2010 - Confusing Dreams

      by , 11-17-2010 at 09:17 AM (Shinoda's Dream Journal)
      Alright, I had 2 dreams last night. here it goes.

      I was having a long conversation with a girl I know. All I remember is that we were talking and out of nowhere she started doing sexual things to me and we started doing it. I will spare you all the details.

      I woke up afterward, went to the washroom and went back to bed. At this point I had a second dream.

      I think I was babysitting one of my nieces in some sort of cottage. I don't remember much besides having to flick a switch on what I think was a stereo system to let a giant lochness monster like thing come out of a cage and swim around a nearby lake for a few minutes and then flick the switch again to make him go back in. I noticed the air felt more fresh INSIDE the cabin when the monster was out. Fresh like... being on the side of a lake. The kind of nature smell you get by a body of water in a forest.

      There's also a dream segment I'm not sure where it would fit in. I don't know if it was from one of those dreams or a separate dream of it's own. It involves watching porn in a bathroom on a DvD Player attached to a boom box?!?!

      I guess I had sex and monsters on the mind last night.

      Updated 11-17-2010 at 09:21 AM by 38558

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