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    1. Talking to an old discord friend | [24.08.2020]

      by , 08-24-2020 at 11:01 AM (Draeger's Dream Journal and Documentation)
      Talking to an old discord friend
      I am on Discord, sad about the fact that a friend left a discord server of friends for reasons I don't know. I then got the idea that I might still have them in my direct message bar. I look and find them. I then talk to them and ask them if they want to come back. And they do. Everyone on the server is happy, but I don't remember what exactly they were saying.

      Scene change to all server members standing in my room, apparently. The friend doesn't really feel comfortable with meeting everyone again yet, but they would give it a try. We are then apparently in some freaky ghost house thing, but really, it's more of a ghost world. Various like very demonic things attack us and we often flee. I don't remember any details except that the beginning was many sort of white blankets hung up and it being very tight so that you have to immediately go up a staircase when you get in, which is the only way. There was also like some weird hallway. To the right was some really bright room, maybe an operating room, and in front was darkness. I might have been alone. Then it got brighter behind me and some demon came, it might have been related to Super Mario for some reason. When I started waking up I started realizing that it was a dream and got very sad and frustrated since I miss my friend.

      Dream about a dream
      I thought that the last dream had ended, and that this was now definitely reality. I was on Discord again, and now found the friend again and wanted to talk to them. But then I started waking up again and was sad to see that this was also a dream.



      Hm. I had really hoped I'd wake up to see it wasn't a dream. In reality it probably wouldn't really be as easy as talking to them and asking them nicely. I think they had a fight with someone. But maybe I can do it, but I doubt it. It must have been bad if they just left by saying "Bye." Eh, let me stop venting.

      I'll class that second dream as a false awakening,

      oh, and that ghost mansion was fun.
    2. [Dream #16 - 2/2/2016] A Dream About DreamVeiws

      by , 02-02-2016 at 06:33 PM (The Book of the Multiverse)


      #16

      An image depicting a diary

      Quite funny how I had a nap due to being depressed about my former situation and this dream was what formulated from it.

      I remember being on the site and looked at my Waking Journal following the post right after the one I made earlier about whether or not DreamViews was the right place for me and found that one of the staff had replied stating something and mentioning some user with some very hard to understand name would be able to help me. I then went and looked through the introductions section and found that person with an overly large signature of Shadow the Hedgehog wearing a black trench coat and some some sort of Sonic'esk avatar. I couldn't read what that individual said but I was awoken by my mother yelling at me me for taking a nap and to stop sleeping my days away and to make her food.

      Notes: None to note.



      Date — 2/2//2016

      Went to bed — I cannot recall, I was depressed and just laid in bed before I took an unexpected nap.

      Woke up — 12:00PM

      *Time logged — 5:15PM

      Total sleep — N/A

      Stress level throughout the day — Depressed

      Techniques/Practices

      *Daytime — RCs

      *Recall — N/A

      *Inducing Method — N/A

      Dream Signs — N/A

      Perceived Length — 10 Minutes

      Emotions — Worried, Stressed

      Awareness — None

      Updated 02-03-2016 at 05:41 AM by 89722

      Categories
      non-lucid
    3. DVD Player, Dream Fragments (2.8.14)

      by , 08-02-2014 at 12:32 AM (CHiLLEN's Dream Journal)
      Dream
      8:30am

      I give an old lady a DVD player to keep. She sets it up herself and must of had a few problems with it. I try it out and notice that everything is working fine for a moment until it starts playing up. I check behind the DVD player to see if she has connected it up properly. I notice that she has only connected one cable up. I grab the box that all the cords are in and tell her she forgot to connected the rest of them. I see a cord which is only used for a car, I tell her about that cord and what it's use is for. I remember that I needed a HDMI cable which wasn't in the box, I must have left it at home. Instead I use the other cables instead.

      Dream Fragments:

      1. Im waiting to get a haircut. There's people waiting also, about 3-4. The barbers call out names when they're ready for a haircut.

      2. I'm looking into the mirror and see that I have an eyebrow ring. I start to clean it and I see layers of scabs come off of it.
    4. Nov 1 Dream Journal: It's kinda like Reservoir Dogs, but not

      by , 11-01-2013 at 04:59 PM
      Heist dream! Only, my dream began after all the job is over, and we are in a van deciding how to split the money. There is also a device in the middle of the van that is stacking and pressing the money, and it is somehow very important that the money is in there. It looks like a glass tube with metal contraptions around it, and inside the tube is the money and a folded plastic hose thing that does the "pressing."

      Conflict arises when we realize that we are still short $10,000 of money for the device. I somehow get assigned to fix the situation, but as I tinker with this contraption, I find that we are actually down more than the $10,000 that we initially thought. I'm not sure how I fixed the situation, but eventually I somehow got the number back to being only down $10,000; and somehow, being back to square one appeased everybody.

      There is no proof of this anywhere in my dream, but there is this sense that this heist dream is related to my job (not being snarky).
    5. Nov 22, 2012 - Lucid Teacher

      by , 11-23-2012 at 06:00 AM (The Dream Magic Experiment)
      5:28 a.m.

      Talking with a sibling. "Be part of the solution, not part of the problem." I think someone was again teaching me to be lucid. But it's still more of a presence than a person.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    6. Wood as a Recording Medium?

      by , 04-03-2012 at 10:10 PM (Ultra-Rad Dreamage Supreme)
      This dream started off with me walking through a shopping mall. As I was just strolling along, a girl standing out in front of a store walked up to me and said she needed my help. She was about my height, my age, had dirty blonde hair just below her shoulders and a slight New Zealand accent (which was totally hot).

      She was trying to explain her dilemma to me, not in a frantic manner, but rather cool and composed. It wasn't making sense to me for some reason, so I ended up telling her to just take me to the problem so I could see it for myself.

      We walked out into the parking lot and there was an airport shuttle van waiting there by the curb. I jokingly asked, "You're not going to kidnap me and rape me, are you?" She laughed and said "I like that, but no." (Liked the joke, not raping people haha) I appreciate a dark sense of humor here and there.

      We arrived at a dilapidated old building surrounded by a chain link vence. The vence had a wooden or tarp screen on the inside of it so you could not look beyond it. As we walked into the gate, the area opened up into a messy junkyard. Old rusted cars, discarded appliances, it was all there. For some reason I specifically remember seeing a green 90's Subaru Forester.

      We came to a dimly lit room where there were wide wooden planks running across one of the walls. The planks had markings and notches etched into them. The girl went up to them and ran a dry washcloth across the wood and music started to play! Right out of the wood! It was an electronic-indie type song... Which was ok... but the cool thing was that this chick somehow managed to record music directly onto wood. No speakers, nothing; You somehow plugged the microphones into the planks (I didn't get a look at the interface between the mics and planks), recorded, and just ran the cloth over the planks and the song would play.

      I was completely amazed and immediately started asking questions. Apparently she played all the instruments herself, recorded and mixed the entire thing. I grabbed the cloth and ran my hand across the etchings. The sound of the cloth sliding across the wood made the song sound like it had a phaser/flanger effect on it.

      I was in love. If there's one characteristic I find more attractive than anything, it's intelligence (humble intelligence at that). Smart, kind, gorgeous, New Zealand accent, inventing new recording mediums that defy the laws of physics, sign me up. Dammit dreams, why do you tease me!!

      I suddenly remembered that I had come here to help her out with something. She told me she actually didn't need help with anything, she just wanted to show her crazy "wood recording" to someone who would appreciate it. Radical.
    7. A Man Dies in my Kitchen

      by , 01-31-2011 at 04:58 AM (Reading With My Eyes Shut)
      My Notes
      Non-lucid
      Lucid
      Awake

      I had three dreams last night.


      In the first dream I'm in the piano room with my parents. The wooden desk from my older brother's room is there. For some reason there's movie posters on the wall opposite the fire. There are lots of little white dolls around the floor. I know that they're XKCD dolls that I must have bought. I think one was cracked.
      I'm now in my bedroom with my brother, who is holding a stick or something, accidentally smacks my telly. I look at the damage, and there's one dead pixel and a small dent.

      The second dream was very strange. I was with a group of people who even now I can't recall at all. We were in some sort of puzzle from a game. There were different sections all in the one area, each with a different terrain. I was in the jungle area next to a person. I pointed to a stone section saying we'd come from there, event though I have no memory of ever being there. Over the wall of this section I see a desert section. There's nothing there but an insect (or bug) that looks like a cockroach. It runs around when a small animal digs out the sand and eats it.
      I'm at a different section of the puzzle now. I have to get across to another section. To get across I have to get across a flying fox. The only problem is that it's uphill. The Stig from top gear goes first and does it fine. There are people on the other side. I give it a try and fail. The people all start giggling at me, because I "don't know the right way to do it." I eventually manage it, by stopping the rope half way and pulling my self up.

      In the third dream I was in my kitchen. A character from the TV series "New Tricks" was there as well (not as himself). For some reason I knew that he had done something bad in his past, but I decided to forgive and not judge him.
      "Where are the glasses?" He asks me
      "They're up there in the top cupboards" I say, as I point to the cupboard.
      "I can't reach them; I have something wrong with my back."
      Even though he says this he still gets a glass. As he puts it on the bench, I remember he slowly fell asleep. I knew something was wrong, because he looked like he was in pain. A man, who looked like a WW2 soldier, walked into the living room, and I tell him to quickly call the police.

      Since I went to sleep so stupidly late, I never even woke to my alarm. I should have better luck this week, as I'll finally have a proper sleeping cycle.
    8. Loaf in the Hotel, Computer Files

      by , 09-19-2010 at 05:07 PM
      Type: Regular dream.
      Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
      Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

      Notes:
      This was my first dream with a DV member in it.
      I was in a hotel room. This hotel had high ceilings, at least five or six feet higher than an average ceiling. The room I was in consisted of a flat dark maroon carpet, and beige walls. The door that connected the room to the hallway was centered in the wall, not to the side. On the opposite side of the room were two tall, skinny windows that each had a brown wooden border around them. On either side of the two windows were a bed, and both beds had red duvets and a brown frame, which looked a little old-fashioned. The headboards weren't solid, but instead they were an arc with round carved columns below it.

      There was a mother, a father, and a young girl (probably around the age of three) in the mother's lap. They were in between the two beds, leaning up against them. They were asleep, and then I turned around to see Loaf behind me. He was wearing a pale red sweater (yes, more red), and acting as if it were cold in the room, placing his hands in his jean pockets. All I did was say, "hey," and then left the room. I did this by turning to the right, and, on the wall adjacent to the main door, was a hallway. This darkly-lit hallway was short, only a few feet long, but it led to another room. I walked through and entered the new room; it was half the size of the one I'd left, and only had one bed with the same red duvet.

      I looked at the bed for a while and then heard someone walking towards me. I spun around to see my sister in a bath towel; apparently she was completely surprised that I was in the room. "Sorry!" I exclaimed, and the dream skipped to a new setting.

      I was in my basement. My basement, in the dream, consisted of a light gray Berber carpet and was pretty large. There was an entertainment center but I paid little attention to it, because I was sitting on a swivel chair, at a computer desk, and looking at the computer screen. It was solid blue at first, the backlight making it appear brighter, and then my account popped up on the screen. There was a folder opened up, windows-style because that was my operating system, and the files were listed alphabetically in the same typefont and size they'd be in real life. I saw that there were a few of my own files, but most of them were titled something like the following:

      47_best_buy_0098

      I distinctly recall seeing the phrase "Best Buy" in the file names, as well as other real companies, but I can't remember those. I deleted the files and then closed the folder. When I got the feeling that they weren't completely deleted, I opened it up again with a single click of the mouse in the middle of the screen. There was now a sidebar on the right-hand side, along with all the files I'd just deleted, back in the folder. On the sidebar, there was a screened-out folder icon and a file name centered below it. Underneath that, it read something like "do you wish to permanently delete this file?"

      I clicked "yes", because that was the only option.

      Updated 05-18-2023 at 05:17 AM by 28408

      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    9. Take the Phone

      by , 09-19-2010 at 05:40 AM
      Type: DILD.
      Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
      Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

      The location of this dream was unfamiliar to me, but I knew I was at a friend's house. This house was a bungalow, single-story, with light tan stone as the exterior with white windows and a white door. It was out somewhere in the country, placed away from a single strip of highway, connected by a smooth, slightly uphill asphalt driveway. On either side of the property were other houses, spaced generously apart, and there were tall evergreens at the sides of the yards acting like fences. It was daytime, and I knew this as the dream began, but it was as if the sky was toned down. The colors were the same as they'd be during the day, but in a darker hue, like someone had mixed the blue with black.

      In the center of the driveway of the house, which two cars could drive down side-by-side, was a silver car that looked rather modern, almost like a Nissan 350z. It looked "warped", as many things do in a dream, but still realistic. It's difficult to say what exactly was warped about it.

      I was standing in the driveway with a girl around the age of twenty; she was my friend, and also the person who owned the house. She told me that there was someone in the backyard with a shotgun, and that she ran out here to get my help. I must have been at the house for some while, then. But how did she think I'd be able to stop this intruder? At that moment, I became lucid, saying "yes!" and looking around. My lucidity wasn't high enough for me to remember my dream goals or act too consciously, unfortunately. Because of this I decided to just go to the backyard and apprehend the person. Losing lucidity almost as quickly as it came, I veered from going to the backyard (down the side of the house) to going up a few steps and banging on the front door. The door was solid wood that'd been painted white, and there was a fancy glass window on it, almost frosted-looking. There was darkness behind the window, and a dim yellow glow as if all the lights but one were off. The intruder had gone from being behind the house to inside the house.

      The door opened quickly and I stepped back. A man (probably Mexican) was looking at me; he had a short beard and his eyes looked as if he hadn't slept in a few days. He pulled back a bit, back into the house, and then came out of the house, closing the door behind him. We were both right up against each other, and then I realized he was holding a cell phone. It was one of those chunky ones from back in the day, the ones that were the size of bricks. It was light gray in color and rather squareish.

      He stared at me, shifting his weight over from one foot to the other. He then held the phone out towards me, looking at it and then back at me. "Take it," he told me in a fairly dark and heavy voice. The last thing I remember is staring down at the phone, becoming lucid, and then waking up. I DEILDed into another dream.

      Updated 05-18-2023 at 07:08 AM by 28408

      Categories
      lucid