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Hooch (FRAG)

I dreamed that me and my roomie and a couple of others were in my room (not really my room but it was in my dream). Security came in and told us that they knew that we were making hooch and that whoever gave it to them would have immunity. My roomie got it for them and I got in a lot of trouble.

26.09.2011

Dreamer... a princess? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was going to visit a castle in a different city. There were a few security checkpoints, border patrol controls and I think a DUI control as well. We had to go through each control. On one of them, they were not very happy with my wife's ID for some reason, and they wanted to check mine again. I pulled my wallet and the Driver's License's slot was empty. I opened my wallet and found my license with my credit cards. After showing it, they allowed us to go thru.

We needed to pass thru other check point. An employee was throwing all our goods inside a basket to scan them. She grabbed my glasses and threw them as well. I was afraid she could break them.

I arrived at a hotel, which was pretty expensive and I was wondering how I was goint to pay. I was going to meet with the princess of the castle. I managed to talk with the princess over the phone and she told me where the Royal room was.

The castle on the outside looked very old and abandoned, but on the inside, it was vivid and well maintained. I could see armors with axes on pedestals placed on the sides of the walkway. Big crystal chandeliers and huge windows brought a lot of light inside. Red carpets covered the entire walkway's floor.

I found the princess, who looked like exactly Dreamer. She told me she was very happy to see me and wanted me to stay at the Royal bedroom with her. She told me that besides her bed, she had two extra beds and I could use one of them. I saw messages around the walls talking about Dreamer's boyfriends as well as something like, "My vibrations rose in waking life, my aura is brighter" I was not sure when I had to go back home, but I wanted to spend some time with Dreamer.

I exited the castle and I was in a mall. The mall's music was from The Legend of Zelda - Ocarina of Time - Title Theme Music. I was surprised about this, it has been years I did not hear this song. I found funny the played such music at the mall.

The dream (I think) started out with me taking a shower in a large empty room. It is a stand up shower without a tub, that has a door with a texture on the glass. The room was all the same tan color with two doors leading out, one on the right of my view point, one on the left. The door on the right was opaque with the long section in the middle you push to open, and the one on the left was see through with a metal handle on the left side.

The shower was warm, and I was enjoying myself when someone opened the right door and started to come in. As soon as she saw me she left embarrassed, not realizing I was in there. I giggled, not to worried about another girl seeing me.

After a bit I noticed that the door was open on the left and there was a guy watching me and laughing. I looked at him and motioned for him to leave since I was showering, but he stayed and more guys showing up. I wasn't embarrassed, I was pissed. So I get out of the shower, still completely naked and wet, showing them I don't care, close the door and give them the back off face. I slam the door and they start to leave. It was only then that I realized that some of the wall around the door was see through also. (which I don't understand after waking up since it was clear anyway)

For awhile I was left alone, but then suddenly people, mostly guys, began to run into the room. The room became almost filled with guys and I yelled for security who began to drag people out. But all I could think of was how pissed I was since I wanted to take my shower in peace, but no one would leave me alone.

The dream went on but I don't remember much other that a girl that had a colorful pokemon jacket and a screening room of some kind the was red and orange with bean bag chairs.

I was running around on this wide open field, bumping into people I was supposed to know. Some of them were talking to me about what I wanted to do and how something could be solved. I walked away from them and came across some other people who looked familiar, but I couldn't quite place where I had seen them. There was this peach room and I was trying to protect myself from some kind of disaster that was going on outside.

Every time I closed my eyes I would wake open them to see my self at a different place, with a few faceless figures outside. The figures became less and less, and soon there was no one around. I would walk outside, looking for people but I found none.

One time I walked outside and crossed the street. For the first time in a long time, I saw someone I knew walking towards me. He was smiling, and he soon walked into a building near and I tried to follow him, but the building disappeared and I was in a blue room. I walked around, confused, but I didn't see anyone. There was no one there and I started to leave when something hit my head. I was put in this yellow room with old weaponry on the walls, and I sat there, unable to move. The person who had attacked me was gone,m but I saw him leaving the building and literally disappearing. I had no idea what happened, but I had a feeling I had been waiting a long time, hearing as foot traffic with no figures passed through. At one point I fell asleep on the bed, and woke up to shuffling. I heard some piping being dropped and after a moment someone opened the door and dropped on of the pipes he was holding.

"My god!" he said, "There's a girl chained to a bed in here!" Some other men came in and gasped as well. They tried to talk to me, but I couldn't find the words. Finally I felt my voice come back and someone asked me how I had gotten there. I told them about the attack and the people asked when that had been. I told them I didn't know but it felt like a while. Then one of the men said that no one had been seen in these parts for several years because some kind of security breech, radiation attack, and asked how I managed to survive. I said I didn't know, and the last thing I remembered was going into a building where someone I once knew had been, and that he used to be a guard.

The men broke my hands free and called a professional to have a look at me. Someone with a brown briefcase came, and said I was doing fine, though a bit beat down. One or two of the men left, and I thought I would never see them again, but then they came back with a little food and drink and asked me if I was okay. When I nodded, I was taken outside, and was surprised to see no longer empty cement with no life, but family's going to and fro and trees and grass with seeds and creatures.

26.01.2011

26.01.2011

Long dream, bad recall (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm abroad. I go to a building, then to a store and then to another store. Then I go back to the building to take a written test. After I finish Nr warns me not to complain about the test while I grab some ice-cream. Then I'm in a flat where two girls like pot. Their mother rang the bell and I had to go down to meet her.

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Time to eat some veggies (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was a customer in a fast food joint and because the staff thought I was very nice I was the favourite customer. I also had some fighting thing organized where other customers could challenge me to a fight and I would defeat them. I did some stuff and upgraded the security to the maximum level available.

After a while some angry customer came in. He was an unshaven blonde man and he challenged me to a fight. I think I defeated him and he decided to run away. I was offered a table and the place soon morphed into a fancy restaurant.

I was eating there with some other people. Clockwise from my seat: A girl from the fast food staff, a girl from this restaurant (directly across me), my friend J and my friend Jv. We all had vegetables and I had some ham set aside for later. Someone next to me also had some delicious looking oranges in their food. I tried my food and it wasn't half bad.

After having some fun talking the owner of the restaurant came to our table and accused us of damaging the wall. I was seated facing the damaged part and I saw that the white wall was cracked. The owner said that this restaurant was really important because some new railroads were being made and this town was an important place where lots of people would stop by on their way to wherever the train was headed. He then warned up that this was going to cost us a lot of money.

I asked him if he had any proof (we really hadn't done it) and he said he didn't need any. I got a little annoyed and I told him: "So basically we're going to have to pay just because you say so?"

I demanded that he call the police so that they could see that our fingerprints were not on the wall and he did it with a white phone on a corner. (Not a cell phone, it was just sort of there for no reason)

The security from the fast food place came out and since I had upgraded it to maximum level they got there really fast. Once in the restaurant they just took away the owner without searching for clues or understanding the situation. I was somewhat shocked, but I said: "Oh well, as long as it works"

My parents decide to move because our current house is too large and they can no longer afford it. We are in the car on our way to the new house and my mom is going on and on about how they have now found their dream house and I listen eagerly. When we pull up to the new house I realize that it is our old old house. The one we moved out of when I was 12. Are they joking? They couldn't seriously want to move back here, could they? I watch them start unloading things from the car. The moving truck is parked outside. Oh my god, they are serious. I start shouting frantically, about how little and ugly this house is and that I do not want to go back and live in my old tiny bedroom. I am utterly in shock that we are actually moving back here. We're moving backward through life. I want to cry.

I follow them inside the house and everything is just as I remember it. It's as though I never left. I wander through the house, feeling utterly depressed. Then I realize...wait...this can't be right. There is no way we could be moving back here. This must be a dream! But, I don't become lucid.

Instead, I spend the next five minutes having a discussion with my mom in the tv room of the very same house about a dream I had where her and dad decided to move back to our old old house. I explain this horrible dream to her, in vivid detail, for several minutes. Suddenly I see a large green bug on the carpet where I was laying down. My mom was sitting in the gray lazy boy chair. The bug jumps on me, is it praying mantis? I freak out and fling it away. I continue on with explaining the dream to my mom. But...wait...wait...a minute...

"We're still here...in the old house..." I pause and think, "which means, that this is a dream. It is. It must be!"

Mom looks at me questioningly.

"Here, I'll prove it to you." I walk over to the window, pull up the shade and open up the window. I climb onto the window ledge. Wow...deja vu. I think to myself that I have definitely jumped out of this window in a lucid dream before. But how could that be? I didn't start lucid dreaming until I was 18...right? Maybe I was just remembering a lucid dream I had years ago in which I had dreamed that I was lucid in my old old house. Yes, that makes much more sense. I jump out of the window, but it is nighttime and I have trouble flying. I make it to the ground safely. My mom jumps out of the window after me. She just falls and lands hard on the ground.

"You were supposed to fly," I tell her. We are both obviously disappointed and I can see that she is still not convinced it is a dream. "Here, try this," and I show her how to do the nose plug RC. She holds her nose closed and takes a deep breath. "Can you breathe?" I ask her. "Yes" she says, and I am finally satisfied in proving to her that this is a dream. "Look," I say, and direct her attention to a gorgeous city skyline at sunset that I had just created. She is astonished. "Let's go to the city!" I exclaim, and beginning running to get my speed up to fly. "Just fly. Watch me, watch how I do it..." I see her running behind me and the dream quickly fades.

I wake briefly and remain motionless. DEILD.



I reenter a lucid dream and find myself in a crowded mall with RP (though I kept calling him Cedric in this dream, Edward in the dream from a few days ago...btw why do I keep dreaming about him? I'm not a Twilight fangirl). We were running through the mall because we were being chased by a bunch of men. They were trying to take him away from me. We were clinging onto each other and these men kept grabbing him and I would pull him out of their clutches. At one point I lifted him into the air and was holding him high like a balloon so that the guys chasing me couldn't take him away. It was slightly ridiculous. I don't know why we were being chased, or why I couldn't fly, or make the men go away. It was frustrating to have so little control and I was truly battling with my subconscious. They were like secret service.

Eventually I made it out of the mall with Cedric. We stop to catch our breath outside, but I know that the men are close behind, so I encourage him to keep running. We run for several more minutes until I feel that we are safe. We find an empty house and head to the bedroom where we have sex for the first time, as if we're both virgins. Well, in the dream, we were. Except it was incredibly wonderful instead of awkward and unsatisfying. But the dream fades.

Wait. DEILD.

I'm back in bed with Cedric. The dream is there one second and gone the next. I cannot stop it from fading. I try again and fail.

Shit...I think to myself. My REM is spent. This REM period is over. I can always tell when this happens. Then I remind myself that I've read that people also dream in NREM, so I don't give up completely, and I try to continue the dream into NREM. I was successful for a while, but the dream quality was so incredibly poor and faded out. It just was not immersive or realistic and I realized that it wasn't worth the effort of fighting to stay conscious, so I let go.

Non-lucid Dream.

I'm in my grade school cafeteria and it is the end of the year banquet. The people there are all from high school though, not grade school. I look around in amazement and wonder what the hell all these people are doing here. These are people that are in college now, or out of college and have families. Why the hell are they sitting through this boring school banquet!? I interrupt the principal and ask why we need to be here, amongst a few other things.

"Well," she begins, "first of all I don't know why I am having to answer a two part question..."

"Would you like me to rephrase the question?" I ask derisively. I look around. People are giving me evil looks, and no one looks amused. "What is wrong with you people?" I shout, and then take my seat and sulk for a bit. Then I get up and walk to the back of the cafeteria to find out what sort of food they are cooking. My mom is there, working as a lunch lady. But it's my mom from like 20 years ago when she was a lot heavier. Her boobs are enormous and she's wearing a sweatshirt that says Notre Dame on the back. It said something on the front too but I can't remember. What I do remember though is that all my friends for some reason like her more than they like me. I'm not happy with the entire situation and decide that I'm going to leave. The dream ends soon after.

01/06/2010
Fragment One
I was hanging out with some chick who was kind of a cross between AF and LK. AF's real life boyfriend was this hybrid girl's boyfriend in the dream, and they had a son who I believe was representative of LK's real life son. He was not happy that this girl and I were such good friends, and he had a really shitty attitude toward me, the whole time I was there. The last thing I remember is the infant son almost falling off of the bed, at one point.


Fragment Two
I just remember being with family and friends, at Kellen's old house.


Dream Three
"Hang Time with Michael Jordan"

I was on some sort of assassination job. The objective was to kill a High Value Individual, framing one of two factions within a military base. This would effectively cause what one of my commanding officers called a Civil War," within the facility. I don't really remember much about this dream, besides taking the shot, through a set of bars, and hitting the HVI, center mass.

Later, I was in what was basically a cross between a mall and an airport terminal. I had to pull a "drop" job (literally), which consisted of dropping a bag full of something illegal over the second-floor railing, and down to someone making the pick-up, below. It was ridiculously obvious that we were doing something illegal, but...that was the plan. Lol. After the drop, we were making our way out of the building, and security was buzzing all around us. They knew that something had just happened, somewhere in the mall/airport, but they didn't know what, or by whom. We slipped right passed them, and walked out to the parking lot.

Outside, randomly, I ran into Michael Jordan. Lol. He was just on his way home from doing some shopping, and making his way to his car. Almost surprisngly, I became lucid at this encounter. (Considering everything that had just happened, before this, I find it funny that all it took was meeting Michael Jordan, to make me lucid. Lol.) I started walking and talking with him, for a while. I told him about the fact that I was just dreaming, and he just quirked a skeptical eyebrow at me. It's hilarious, but he pretty much just looked/acted exactly like Michael Jordan! Lol. He said something sarcastic, like "right. Sure you are..." continuing to walk beside me, at a relaxed pace. I said something like, "don't believe me? Watch," and I levitated into the air, moving around in front of him and hovering backward, while he kept walking toward me. I grinned at him and said "See? You're not the only one who can fly, Mike," laughing. He raised both eyebrows a bit, otherwise seemingly stoic. Though I could see that he was impressed, he didn't quite say much about it. He just kept walking, looking up at me.

I turned around and took aim at a car, a few dozen yards in front of us, reaching up toward it with one hand. Focusing my mind on the vehicle, I flipped my palm up, and slung my arm upward, grabbing the car with telekinesis, and hurling it through the air, over us. It soared to a good 30 feet in the air and then nose-dived toward the pavement. The car smashed into the parking lot, head-on, crunching itself nearly flat and toppling over. I couldn't help but note to myself how cool it looked.

Michael and I finally reached his car, and he asked me something about whether I planned to just follow him around, the whole time. I shrugged and simply said "I might as well, I'll probably be waking up soon, anyway." (Dunno why, but I just sort of had that feeling.) What's even funnier is that his car was an old, beat up, paint-stripped Pontiac Firebird, which wouldn't have surprised me, if it didn't even make it out of the parking lot, from the looks of it. We got inside, and it was just filled with all kinds of garbage; empty drive-thru bags; bottles; cans; etc. Settling into the seat, I was just about to look at my hands, to try to stabilize the dream, but I ended up waking up, instead.

Resistance and Arrest

I was running from the cops. I don't know what I did. I arrived at a school and ran in. A lot of my friends were there and my friend, Jon, was head of my security detail. The whole place was like a hidden hang out. I stayed and played pool for a while but then Jon yelled out that the cops were here and we had to get out. Everyone went to go fight but since i was priority, I exited through the back. Jon was yelling that they had tear gas. My friends were slowly losing the battle. I ran until I saw a creek. I jumped in, but it was only about knee high. I waded under a bridge and laid back so only my head was visible. I then watched some of the cops pass me by.

Rocks on the Beach (FRAG)

I was at this rock cliff side where there was a beach down below. I was with a girl that wasn't my girlfriend. We climbed our way down and started playing on the beach. I was barefoot and the rocks hurt my feet.

I am buying clothes with my mom in Thailand at a night market. She says that they are fake but she will sell them as reals to get more profit. I am not ok with that but the shop owner even says that it's ok and like pretend that she never told us that they are fake. A big truck passes by playing Isarn Thai music. I have a wooden percussion in my hand and play along with the music (the percussion is usually made of brass). I even remember the rhythm. dotted quaver, semiquaver, crotchet over and over. But the percussion piece sucks and doesn't make much of a sound.

In a dream before that or you could say another event before that, I am in a posh building and talking with the security guard. He says that your mom (who presumably owns the building and whatever business she runs) should offer customers with insurance who come into the building for their personal belongings. He says a 75,000 TB insurance would do. Isn't that a bit much.

I was in the Australian bush somewhere, there were wide flat rocks with trees and we were elvated a decent amount above ground level.
I was on holidays with two guys and two girls. We were going to leave the girl there to do something. I think we had bikes, as well.
Somehow I was making this Indian brown curry, and I was looking at what to do and I was fairly confused about some of the steps. I had to make this third sauce (I'd already made two) and one was to be made out of the "simple sauce". Either the recipe or my sister said that "It should be obvious which one is the simple sauce. It is this one because you can leave it aside to cook whilst you do other things." This recipe wasn't by my sister because she had adapted it from somewhere else. I think I was checking my facebook and I got it from her there, and then I was also posting about it there.
The people I was on holidays with this Indian guy I have on facebook kept on asking me questions about it, even though I was as clueless as them, because it wasn't my recipe and I was starting to get annoyed about this.

And then zaga and elwebbaro were also there on facebook. I couldn't find him before because this time he spelt his nick as elwebaro instead of elwebbaro. SClause was there on the streets, but Dom wasn't. I guess it was France and Sweden and Australia all at the same time.
Suddenly I was there and in a month they were going to have a performance so I went to the preview for it. The street looked like St. George's Terrace, and the performance place was on the left if you were looking in a westerly direction.
It was a solo act, with a guy with a guitar singing stuff in French. And then after the performance someone was talking about how to get into the venue; the security devices and stuff.
These security devices have some great features. It used to be that you just gave them your drivers license or whatever, but these days they had eye scanners and face scanners to see if it really is you in the driver's license photo. And there was one device they recently installed where men could see "IF THEY'RE WEARING A GREAT PAIR OF WHAT YOU WANT", and although at this point it was showing a picture of these saucy, knee-length boots, I'm pretty sure it was talking about breasts . And for the most recent installation which is the most controversial of them all, you can see if they have recently committed suicide or not! Lol o_O

10.07.2009

But, Officer, I'm Telling You The Truth! (Non-lucid)

★☆☆☆☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I go into the grocery store to pick up a pack of gum I bought a few days ago. Security thinks I'm shoplifting and take me to see the manager. I'm unable to produce a valid receipt, and I'm completely broke, so in order to pay for it he gives me a job.

This was the most interesting thing that happened, which is really sad. I had something resembling a lucid at the beginning of the night. It was an amazing experience, but I'm not entirely sure it was a dream, so I don't want to count it as such. . .