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    1. That look of eyes five inches a part

      by , 04-30-2018 at 06:51 AM
      I found myself in a huge convention center, it seemed. And to my surprise, the place sort of circled around a large domain where the space needle was being constructed, though it was black. I met this woman, and everyone presumed she had an attitude about her that made her cold, unapproachable, and seemingly ill-tempered. I chose to ignore these elements and sat down with her at a picnic table, still inside this convention center. This woman's disposition was an absolute amalgamation of several personas of multiple strippers.

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      I'm so stupidly foggy as to other dream aspects, but I was at one point conversing with my mother about something lifelike.

      Additionally, my friend Matt was at my house, and he felt the need to watch television on our big screen downstairs. He gathered together a jumbled mess of extension cords, and sought the assistance of my father to garner a means to watch his program. When i met him at the foot of the stairs, I asked why he needed to do this, and he responded with "I didn't want you to give me that look of eyes five inches apart!"

    2. Full house, shot, fire

      , 11-05-2017 at 06:12 AM (Turquoise Dreams)
      This was few days ago. Quite a powerful dream, not sure why. Long and detailed, full of feelings.

      So, I'm either living or house sitting this large house. I go to a guest house or garage for a few min to get something, and when I get back, the house is full of people.

      I don't know them. They are all behaving civilly, but I feel danger from them. They invaded a house, like "occupy house", haha. They have an agenda, but I don't know what it is. They will leave after they get their wish. I'm trying to call for help, but they took my mobil and all communication devices. Other than they, they are just sitting, walking around, not even talking much. I try to talk to them, but they ignore me. I'm getting frustrated from complete lack of control.

      I go to neighbors, and they already called the cops. I see them coming down the road with sirens on. I start to cheer and yell "suck on this, assholes" , but cops roll by to another incident.

      Now I'm in a large, industrial setting. Same people milling around. I throw something in the corner and it starts a growing fire. I don't want anybody to get hurt, so I rush over there and extinguish it with a hand extinguisher. But another smaller fire already started from the first one, I rush over there and again, use the extinguisher. It sprays only about a foot away, but I KNOW it will be enough.

      Commotion starts and I get shot 3 times in the chest. One of them is a doctor and even if she doesn't have her tools there, she treats me as I'm laying down. I don't want any help from her, but I think I need it.
      Tags: shot
    3. Trying to go Shopping, Attacked by Dinosaurs with Machine Guns, Weird Dorm, Kicked Out

      by , 06-13-2017 at 07:58 PM
      06-13-2017 -- Shopping at Publix, and actually making a comment during the dream about 'where shopping is supposed to be a pleasure.' Wandering around the place quite a bit, though I can't fully remember why. What I can remember is going out to the car (white Corolla, for some odd reason) several times. One time, I was kind of being half-followed around the store by a couple of troublemakers who would literally bump into me now and then, and trying to cause trouble. Another time, while I was out at the car, I opened the trunk and found three black or dark blue ski masks that had a really creepy vibe to them.

      Back into the store, and pushing around a shopping cart trying to find a place where I can take it in or out, grabbing food, and trying to check it out with one of the cashiers, then head back outside. This time I glance up to see a couple of T-Rex-like dinosaurs off in the distance, waving around machine guns and heading our way. People start screaming, including myself (no real surprise), and we try to run back into the store, but the dinosaurs are moving too quickly, and are firing at us. I act like I've been hit and drop to the ground, playing dead, but it doesn't seem to fool the dinosaur, because he walks right up to me and starts firing the gun directly at my head. I am getting quite a headache from this, but other than that, suffer no real harm.

      So since the dinosaur is still shooting me and playing dead isn't doing much good, I hop to my feet, and just turn to walk in the store, which really freaks the dinosaur out. As I step inside, the place is a mess. There are wounded and blood everywhere. Some are sick (mentally) because of what they've seen, and are throwing up. There's a really dark, spooky, apocalyptic feel to the whole thing, with the slightest hint of zombies. I take the escalators up to the third floor, where I wander into a sort of a homeless shelter-style dorm room with bunk beds all around. One poor, deluded soul is painting scripture-sounding verses on the walls, but he's really messed up, and the verses are twisted, inaccurate, and foolish.

      We're all just kind of standing around and talking, and I mention I've got some creepy ski masks if anybody needs them, though I say I have no idea where they came from, and nobody seems to much care. At one point, they open up a roll-up door in the northeast wall, and a whole bunch of people come marching in, four abreast, looking almost like they are on a stand-up roller coaster. Somehow they don't want to be here, and have volunteered to all be shot out of a giant slingshot ... and remember, we're on the third floor, here. It's really screwy. Anyway, once they've been shot out, we're all kind of congregating around the door into the dorm, discussing how that was wrong and freaky, and in just kind of shuffling around, I step through the door without even meaning to.

      Lights start flashing and an alarm starts blaring, and I'm a little freaked out as everybody else steps back from me. It turns out I've now been here for something like three years or something, but I never realized that once we entered the dorm, we're not allowed to exit it unless they ask us to. Some guy dressed up in a sort of monk's habit walks up to me, and is kind of pushing me along, while asking if I thought I could just pretend the whole thing never happened, and I hopefully say something like "Well, I'd be glad to," but he's not allowing it. They open the roll-up door again, and are pushing me into a sort of parachute harness kind of thing, then I'm pushed out the door. I drop the three floors, but the harness keeps me safe, and when I hit the ground I take it off and drop it.

      I'm in what used to be the open parking lot of the Publix, but it has now been converted into a covered parking structure with soldiers kind of wandering around. I glance around to see where the soldiers are and who else is around, and see a strange figure that I could swear I half-remember from some sort of movie or TV show, but can't remember what. The guy seems like a cross between Trick (the mayor's assistant from BtVS) and the Joker, or just some weird guy in a sort of jester costume, but he kind of tilts his head, gives me an odd look, and dances a few steps of an odd little jig that makes it look like he is a marionette or something. I know I should remember this, but I just can't place it.

      Crouched down on the ground and muttering to himself is somebody I kind of recognize. It is mostly Tom Courtney, with just a hint of Miles O'Brien thrown in, and he's kind of muttering to himself, something about how God has told him to wait here, and he's trusted, and waited, and been left alone, and it seems he has probably been waiting for me. Meanwhile, there's this whole sort of Logan's Run kind of vibe going on, as all the soldiers and creepy people keep kind of starting to approach us, then back off, because the spot on Tom's hand is green, and the spot that was on my hand has kind of been painted over white, because I was thrown out of the dorms, but God protected me from the gun, and is still protecting me, and since neither of us have the red spot, they can't come after us, but they keep trying to start in our direction, anyway. Meanwhile, I am just looking around the parking lot, trying to find out where my white Corolla is. Strange! Very strange.
    4. #247 - A man shot dead / Beating up a dinosaur

      by , 06-12-2016 at 09:42 AM (The Oneironaut's Odyssey)
      These 2 dreams are from about 4-5 days ago, I had a pretty hectic week and kept losing the time I needed to write them up.

      Dream 1 - A man shot dead
      I'm in a courtyard, there's a few buildings around it and it's a nice sunny day. I'm confronted by a man in a suit wielding a gun, he isn't a bad person though. He opens fire on me from the other side of the court, I start doing cartwheels, flips and all sorts of crazy evasive manoeuvres. I'm somehow dodging every single bullet, I remember thinking how lucky I was and how unlikely this is. Another man shows up, similar attire but maybe wearing a red tie and he gives of the impression that he's evil. He starts shooting at both me and the other guy, but I don't get hit. He lands 7 solid chest shots in the first suited man, the guy is lying on the ground bleeding out. I'm not sure but I may have beaten up the second shooter or he just disappeared. I go to the dying man, I feel so sorry for him... He's going to die and there's nothing that can be done to save him. "I know how you feel man, getting shot feels fuckin' horrible" I say. The feeling of what it feels like to be shot, the pressure, the cold, the hole oozing out blood.. It all flashes through my mind in a memory, I've experienced this myself in dreams and now I'm watching it happen to someone else. "Keep fighting man, that's what life is, make the world feel your will to live until the very last moment!" The guy goes limp 2 seconds later, the light fading from his eyes.

      Dream 2 - Beating up a dinosaur
      It's probably the Jurassic time period, I'm in a dense forest sitting the upper boughs of a tree with a brontosaurus next to me. I'm not sure how it was in the tree with me, since they're huge.. But it was just chilling next to me, it was both big and small at the same time. The context is that we're hiding from predators, but I'm new to this (I assume I've just travelled here through time maybe). The brontosaurus is teaching me how to hide and I'm following its example, copying the way he camouflages himself by staying still. We hear a carnivorous dinosaur on ground hunting, it doesn't know we're hear so we're safe. But then.. I snap a twig or something by wriggling to get a better view of it. Oh shit... I have to make a run for it, god damn it. I jump up and land on the ground, immediately bolting off in a sprint. I end up in a bigger more open area, I get the impression there are walls around somewhere.. Almost as if it's all just one HUGE cage. I decide to fight the predator back, it looks a bit like a tyrannosaurus. As I'm running I grab a vine and swing up, as the momentum brings me to peak height I prepare to swing back. Gravity pulls me down and I arc towards the predator. I kick it right in its face and jump off. I then do some CRAZY acrobatic kicks and beat the living crap out of it.
    5. #137 - After first day of ADA (All Day Awareness), and #1 + #2

      by , 10-23-2015 at 08:53 PM (The Oneironaut's Odyssey)

      Dream fragment
      I remember some dream about being in my bed, I had woken up and was just pretty pent up from not 'doing the deed' because of the Brainbuddy app. Some stuff happened and I was annoyed because I convinced myself to do it despite knowing I didn't want to. I had watched Rick and Morty season 2 about a week ago which I think had some influence. When Little Rick is around and is like "a teenagers worst enemy is his own mind" or something along those lines - felt like I was under a similar influence.

      Yesterday was my first day doing ADA (and some more meditation), I felt like at the end of the day I had some intense mental fatigue. My head ached slightly whenever I brought my attention to focus on the things I was doing instead of slipping into autopilot. I slept pretty well, it didn't take too long to fall asleep (an hour I think, which is really good for me ). I think it was a combined effect of the mental fatigue from ADA and physical fatigue from running... But during the night I just had absolutely horrendous dream recall. My mind was just too exhausted to have the mental capacity needed to recalling a dream.

      I decided I'd like to write up a dream from my book when I first started, before I transitioned to posting online.
      Dream Journal Book
      #1 - Rugby
      Throwing around a rugby ball, I think with someone else? - the first dream I ever recorded I've come a long way lol

      #2 - First death in a dream / Shapeshifting weretigers

      Dream 1 - First death in a dream
      I was some kind of official who had acquired some information, and I had some friends who decide to protect me by confessing to my crime for me and taking the blame. They then weren't in the room (I had left before) that I returned to because I had a bucket that had my shoes in it or something... O_O? I left again and went up a flight of metal spiralling stairs. I waited there thinking for a bit and then a high ranking official in a military uniform (kind of reminds me of a Gestapo) walks in and shoots me right in the heart. I can feel the blood warming my chest.. I'm lying on the ground still. The man walks away. I reach around and touch the wound and I'm overwhelmed with disbelief. Some part of me seems to think that everything will be okay though.

      Dream 2 - Shapeshifting were-tigers
      Shapeshifting were-tigers take over the town in part of a conspiracy. It's a place to use these funny flying things to take over the world (I drew a picture here, it looks like a cross between a manatee and a puffer-fish that is 15 inches long with brown skin and spots on it. It looks really weird). Third-person style dream, it follows a kid who is a were-tiger that is shocked to see so many were-tigers killing the human townsfolk mercilessly. Then the view shifts to a bunch of campers in these large double-decker bus-sized vans, some of which have colour patched up blankets all over them. The main camper-van leader sees what's happening and tells his friends to run and his wife to start the van so she can take the kids and escape.. He plans to be a voluntary scapegoat. Were-tigers approach in a gang-like style, and by this point it has become first person with me as the camper dude standing his ground. I punch the biggest were-tiger straight in the nose and start brawling to divert attention so my family can escape. The boss were-tiger makes a comment to his friend like "Haha you got socked in the face!", to which I add "Yeah he's the biggest so I figured I'd start with him". I seem to realise that I won't live if I continue fighting (since I'm outnumbered and well.. They're were-tigers O_O). I decide to cool it down and hang with them, biding my time. They're apparently cool with this and maybe I earned their respect?
    6. #110 - gang violence + killed in my dreams

      by , 09-06-2015 at 09:23 AM (The Oneironaut's Odyssey)
      Black: non-dream
      Blue: non-lucid
      Red: lucid

      Dream 1 - Gang violence
      I remember being on a sloping suburban street that curved around as it went uphill. I was hanging out with some friends from high school. Their families were there, and I noticed that they were a pretty rough folk. Most of them were Mongrel Mob members wearing leather jackets, drinking beer and just hanging out and stuff. They seemed so normal to be honest. I was standing by a white car just talking with my friend when I noticed a car driving slowly past.. They were looking out their windows at the people around me (I guess it was some kind of barbeque get-together) but they looked sinister as hell. I saw one get a gun out and point it towards everyone, they started shooting and I was absolutely terrified. I saw a bullet ricochet off the concrete near my feet and I huddled my head down and tried to crouch behind the car for cover. My friend wasn't too phased by the event, she had an expression that I interpreted as 'geeze their so lame, a driveby while we're partying? wankers'. The car drove off uphill and around the bend and I woke up.

      Dream 2 - Killed in my dreams
      I think at some point in the dream I was involved in some gang related murder, we killed a friend of Snoop Dogg's (Can't seem to remember it anymore). I was driving at night down a well-lit street, the orange glow from the street lamps lit the red-brick apartment buildings that were common in this lower class area. A car drove up next to mine with the windows rolled down, I look over and see Snoop Dogg. I know what's coming next, and I know there isn't any way I can escape. He gets a gun out and puts it to my chest, I try and explain it wasn't my fault but he clicks the trigger. A gasp of breath escapes, my mouth is open and I look down in shock to see the hole in my chest and blood flowing out. It felt so real, the profound feeling of death lingered. Then the dream reset.
      I see Snoop Dogg in the car next to me, I know what's about to happen. This time I explain "wait! I didn't want this to happen! How could anybody want that to happen?!? Nobody should have died, and there's nothing I can do to change what happened" the feeling of tears seem to well up inside me. Snoop Dogg lowered his gun, but I had made a crucial mistake. Snoop Dogg's friend didn't hear my plea. He appeared in front of me (somehow in my car he just popped up in the space where my legs go (I didn't seem to be in the drivers seat anymore as well)) and pointed his gun at me. Bang. A gasp of breath escapes, my mouth is open and I look down in shock to see the hole in my chest and blood flowing out. It felt so real, the profound feeling of death lingered.
      Next thing I know I'm awake.

      The last dream was pretty scary to wake up from, kind of shocked me.
    7. Dying in a Dream, On my way to Hell now

      by , 01-08-2015 at 01:56 PM (Schmaven's Dream Journal of Randomness)
      In a group of people, we are all taken prisoner. Our captors try to get me to give out information to help them capture and kill more people, but I refuse. They threaten to kill me if I don't tell them. I think that's a good reason to die. I get pushed down to the ground, and they threaten me again. I close my eyes and go to my happy place. I hear machine gun fire, and feel bullets ripping through my flesh. My shoulders, arms, legs and torso are all hit repeatedly, and I can tell the bullets pass right through me. I'm in shock. I can't open my eyes. I don't want to open my eyes. My visual awareness starts to swirl together and then get all whispy. Although my eyes are closed, even the glittering blackness begins to fade. Then I see horrible faces all around, like dark gray demons scowling and growling at me with menacing faces. I don't feel that I have a body anymore, just a consciousness. I generate my best mind of Love for all the demons, but it's pretty clear that regardless of what I do, I'm going to a very bad place right now. I pray for help, confident that no matter how late, there's always help to be had if I'm open to it and want it. The demons fade into a dark gray for a bit and then come back. This definitely feels like dying. It also feels like I'm going to hell or something like that, but I'm not terrified. I'm a little bummed out because I don't think I'll like it, but I think it's worth it to help everyone. With what seems like my last moment of this stream of consciousness, I sincerely pray for everyone to attain enlightenment. Suddenly it all seems hilarious. I get a few brief visions of Vajrayogini smiling at me. Then I wake up.
    8. Work at the Bakery AND Coffee Shop, Getting Shot, Starcraft, and More

      by , 10-06-2014 at 02:43 PM (Krista's Dream Journal)
      Dream - Lucid

      I was at work talking to Taylor about going to Oregon together on a trip.

      I then remember being in an apartment with him at night and seeing what looked like a small tornado hit the glass on the floor-to-ceiling window.
      "Take cover! It's a tornado!" I said as the thing pounded on the window once before disappearing.
      It left an indentation in the glass and some debris behind that stuck to the window. It looked like machine parts. I then felt silly for freaking out about it because it apparently wasn't a tornado. Something about a stag and these waves of dirt on the Earth that had to do with the stag.


      I was working in the coffee shop again. It was under new management like it is IWL and was inside of an apartment instead of a shop. It was really slow, as you would imagine business would be. I knew it was only a matter of time before the shop went under. I didn't understand why they would do this when they had had a perfectly good shop in the first place. I was talking to someone about this.

      I then noticed that there was more room towards the back for people to sit down in, a little area with tables and chairs. Maybe this place wasn't so small and insignificant after all.

      It was then liked I was in the bakery, and we had to make all these special orders for people. There was one for a therapist that I stopped seeing awhile ago. I didn't recognize that at first until I saw her. I hoped she didn't see me, but too late, she did. She said
      "You need to come back and see me!" in a cheerful tone.
      I didn't respond.
      I was then preparing these cupcakes/brownies with cookies on top. Shannon showed me how to put the cookies on top. I started to put one cookie on some and three on others, but decided that two was the best choice to make them all even. I fixed the ones with one and that had one and three and made them all have two. I then came out with an extra cupcake/brownie thing and had to cut it and the edges to make it the same size as the others. I clipped the edges off the way I thought they looked best. I wasn't sure at first if I was doing it right, but I compared it with the others and thought it looked passable.

      I was then outside. There were chairs, tables, and umbrellas. It was sunny and daytime out. I knew what was going to happen next: Someone was about to open fire on the coffee shop and go on a shooting spree. I even knew there would be some people who wouldn't make it. Then, a man's voice yelled
      I dropped to the sidewalk, and other people there did as well. I was underneath a table and heard the gun going and going and going. It just kept shooting. I was afraid for my life.

      The shots then ended and I got up. Inside at a table there were some dead people, some black men that were from Africa. I walked around a little and started to notice a wet feeling on the back of my neck. I then saw blood dripping down my leg. I had been shot in the back of the neck! I needed help before I lost too much blood. A man found me, I think it was Keith, one of the previous owners of the shop. He was so upset that I had gotten hurt. He helped me to a hospital. At some point, I saw blood dripping onto the floor. At another point, I saw the wound after the bullet was taken out. It was quite small and looked to be scabbed over already.

      At another point, I felt that this wasn't real, and I became lucid. There was a guy with me who looked like my husband's best friend, and I said
      "This is a dream!"
      He was quite close to my face and he just looked at me. I then woke up.


      I was at work at the bakery. It was nighttime. I was working with Taylor and Kaitlin. I was supposed to get off of work at 9, but we were so slow and caught up that I clocked out at almost 8 o'clock. As I was leaving, I saw Taylor and Kaitlin working on something. I hoped that they didn't need my help. I had to be at work by 6am the next day anyway. I was thinking about how Shannon would probably be mad at me for leaving early, but oh well, too late now.

      I then briefly woke up and thought that that had really happened. I then went back to sleep.

      I was back at work, and the computer screen there was a buttery yellow color. I had left it that way; I was supposed to clean it off before I left. There was a note typed up in the top left corner of the screen with some quote about cleanliness from the assistant CS manager. I started to scrape the yellow stuff off with my fingernail.


      Again, I was working at the coffee shop, though it looked different. Two girls came in, one about 12, the other a teen, and ordered some drinks, a cafe' au lait for the older one, and some kind of latte for the younger one. I realized that we had no milk. We also had these weird milk steamers that were hand-held. I looked in vain for milk. I remember seeing some black coffee that looked steamed and bubbly. I felt bad for making the girls wait. What kind of coffee shop runs out of milk?? I had to apologize for the wait to the girls. The younger girl then changed her order to an amaretto latte. I then ran to another coffee shop to borrow milk. I told the guy working that I needed enough milk for a cafe' au lait and a latte. He poured some milk into a steaming pitcher for me and gave it to me. I looked inside the pitcher, and it didn't look like there was barely any milk, and it looked like it was separated; the white part was on the bottom, and on the top it looked like water. Ok...weird...

      I then was back in the coffee shop and looked in the pitcher again and saw that it was full of orange juice! What...the heck. I didn't want to make these girls wait any longer, so I decided to change the OJ into milk by thinking about it. I realized I was dreaming for a split second while doing this, but quickly faded back into the NLD. I was kind of succeeding at the beverage change. I eventually steamed it, which I remembered how to do surprisingly well. It now definitely looked like milk. I gave them the drinks. I couldn't remember exactly what the younger girl had said she wanted in her latte. She then went over to a self-serve area and put some kind of amaretto powder into her drink. Alright, whatever!


      I was in the library in college. I was getting on a computer. Jason was next to me on a computer. He was playing Starcraft. I then also started to play. My base was right next to his. We were both playing as the Zerg race. I was literally trying to build on his land. I built some kind of something, honestly I don't remember what it was, I think it was to make the most basic attack Zergs (can't recall what they're called). His drones started to attack them. I then started to try building a base around his, but he kept attacking me as I was doing so. I would succeed, but his drones would kill off any progress I was making. I decided to quit because I didn't think we were supposed to be playing Starcraft on the library computers anyway. It then showed a screen that had the word FEMALE on it inside of a bar and the bar filled up almost all the way in a lime green color. It was a bonus for being one of the few female Starcraft players. I went on there again and immediately got attacked by more advanced Zerg fighters. I quickly quit again, this time receiving no bonus.
    9. Bomb Diffusal (with hax turned on)

      by , 06-04-2014 at 06:53 PM (Schmaven's Dream Journal of Randomness)
      Sneaking into a military compound of sorts, there are multiple levels of concentric balconies surrounding a central structure, every bit of which is teaming with guards. There is a bomb that is set to explode soon which will kill a bunch of innocent people. Looking at how heavily guarded the bomb platform is I think, "This is going to be really difficult, but those people in there need me, so I don't have a choice"

      Vastly outnumbered, I try to remain unseen as I creep into the central structure. There is no roof on the central structure, but the whole compound area seems to be in a building that resembles a covered football arena, only never meant for sports. One of the guards spots me and immediately starts shooting. I jump into an adjacent room to dodge the gunfire, but not fast enough as a bullet tears through my abdomen. All I can think is, "It burns so much!" as I crumple to the floor behind a large metal desk. Trying to crawl to a safe place, I drag myself across the floor, but the guards have me surrounded now. Sadistically, they plan to kill me slowly, in the most painful way possible. They taunt me and laugh to each other, trying to instill fear in me. Rather than be afraid, I simply prepare to die. Loving the guards now, I alertly observe their actions to see what they will do next. One of them shoots me in the foot. It really hurts! On impulse, I pull my shoe off, and apply pressure to my blood soaked sock as my foot throbs in pain. Noticing how much blood I'm losing I become lucid!

      I realize that I cannot be harmed now that I am lucid. Just in time - another guard runs towards me and rams a knife through my stomach! I am a little surprised at this, and yet confident that I am indeed still dreaming and there is no pain. "I could feel the pain from this" I ponder, but decide not to go there right now. Screaming at me, the guard pulls the knife out and stabs me again, but in the chest. I have to consciously decide to have his knife just pass through me unhindered, but it is worth doing for now. A handful of other guards surround me and start pulling at my arms and grabbing me to hold me in place.

      Feeling a little too close for comfort with all these hostile DCs, I levitate a good 15 ft above them so as to be out of their reach. This works, until they start shooting at me. Really, it's very loud, and distracting to have all that gunfire so close. I float out of their line of sight and contemplate my options, "I could do anything now that I'm lucid. There's not even a real bomb, no one will get hurt, so I don't have to defuse it anymore... What should I do?"

      I decide that it is an interesting challenge, and even though the innocent DCs don't exist, and that this whole scenario doesn't exist, I still want to defuse the bomb to save them. It seems like the moral thing to do, and I want to follow my good intentions more anyway.

      Floating around the corner, I get a peek at the bomb on the top level of the building, complete with a rats nest of wires, and a pulsing red light. It reminds me of Counter Strike for some reason. There are a lot of guards nearby, and each time I poke my head around the corner, there is a hail of gunfire. It's easier to dodge than to allow to pass through me. I hear the timer on the bomb tick down, and know there is only 17 seconds left before it explodes. "That's not much time to work with!"

      So, I turn on the cheats, decide that the hostile DCs' guns no longer shoot bullets (without their knowledge), float into line of sight with the bomb, and use telekinesis to break the bomb into individual parts, levitating each one of them out in the air so it looks like one of those exploded view engineering diagrams, frozen in space. As I do so, the timer clicks to zero, and makes a loud buzzing noise. I find it to be a very annoying sound, but at least the bomb cannot explode now. I feel satisfied with my choice there.

      Now, if only I can stop this buzzing!

      I gradually become aware that it is in fact the same buzzing as my alarm clock as I wake up and my room fades into view.
    10. 2013, April 22 and 23 (Saturday and Sunday): Various

      by , 04-23-2013 at 11:48 PM
      1: I saw Saturn speed by in the sky south of the house I live in, in Pennsylvania. I was standing outside and the planet was close enough to see its rings. From where I stood it looked comparably the size of the house across the street without taking proportions of distance into size. *Edit: Saturn was white like the moon and I think it was daytime when I saw it.

      2: I was in my grandfather's house and he had two shower stalls (I don't think he feels very good IRL.)

      3: I was near an interior well or saw one that a king was near with some other people. He may have wanted to fall in it and the Flipron song "The Stupidest Face In Town" was playing. (Link to the song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2hb73WCXeXE)

      4: I was playing The Sims or a game like it and created a "DEVO" Family like the band. I don't like the band; I bought their first 4 albums and couldn't get into them so I sold them. I killed most of them but not all quite on purpose. At one point I thought they were all dead but one popped up suddenly and I decided to keep him alive so I bought him a refrigerator and it appeared that he sat on an invisible chair near it. In the end, after he went into a valley, he caught on fire and I thought he was done for but then he wasn't on fire anymore and then a clown (Like the "Sunny the Tragic Clown" character from the first Sims expansion pack) appeared and it was either revealed at this point that the Sim had some mental illness causing him to hallucinate to see the clown or I just didn't write this with good grammar when I posted it years ago.

      5: I saw someone in an old boxy style red/burgundy family van (Like the 93 Plymouth Voyager) doing 360s in our nearby post office parking lot despite the fact the van had front wheel drive; It's like the van was rear wheel drive. The driver turned very sharply and didn't move far from the point of turning once he did turn.

      6: I found myself in the back end of a white pickup truck that was made in the last 12 years. The bed seemed small; I didn't move around in it much and I was on my back. I kicked a rear window that may have already been broken. Later, the driver stopped in a wooded area like that of Rt. 66/Rt. 28 between "Distant" and Mahoning Creek in Pennsylvania and I was in the woods before he pointed a shotgun at me. I was talking, saying "Why are you doing that, That's not a good thing" and things like it before he shot me. The driver was balding, Was in his 40s or 50s and had glasses and was certainly heavier-set than I am; surely he was over 190 pounds. I saw his face so perhaps I've seen him in real life, If only passing by?

      EDIT, Update July 21st 2013: Saturn looked like this tone of white, No joke. I found this as forum user GrannyPigms' avatar:

      What does this meen??-avatar63516_2.gif.jpg

      Updated 10-21-2017 at 04:51 PM by 61868

    11. -The Sinking Ship and the Blood-Thirsty Doctor-

      by , 04-09-2013 at 06:18 AM (Of Distant Lands and Homely Fiction)
      It's weird. After I started writing in this, I began to forget my dreams, rather than remembering them.

      Part I: The Sinking Ship

      I was at some sort of dock with a bunch of my friends and classmates I had met in previous years. I didn't really remember why we were there, but I could only assume it was a field trip or something of the sort. Still, as we waited at the docks, we soon saw a ship come in to port. It was a yacht, essentially, though it was still a bit small. Nonetheless, it could fit all the students as well as a few chaperons.

      It was night, a lot of stars out as I idly chatted with some of the boat goers. It seemed almost peaceful, and we had no destination. We were doing just fine, until suddenly, the ship hit something. Something... invisible. Yes, we were now going to sink right into the dark, cold ocean.

      The boat was beginning to submerge, I was near my brother, sliding down the sloped surface of the wooden floor, and as the ship peaked upwards, I look to my brother and said "Now we have submerged." and right after that, the ship fell under the water, which woke me up.

      Part II: The Blood-Thirsty Doctor

      After the whole ship incident, it seemed as though we never hit anything, and the ship was not only fully repaired and functional, but also even bigger than it was before. Now, the ship had about three floors. I went up to the captain's deck with a few other people, and we idly talked again, though out of complete nowhere, a girl with a white t-shirt and black underwear came in with a shotgun, shooting for no reason.

      I pulled up a table and flipped it over, hiding behind it and dodging most of the shots, though eventually a few bullets got into my leg. The pain that came from that felt like a really bad cramp, which was more just uncomfortable than it was painful, but it was strange how it worked like that. The shooter disappeared, and I was soon in a hospital-like room, laying on a bed as a nurse came by. She gave me a few shots, which coincidentally numbed the pain a bit. The pain didn't just go away, I literally couldn't feel my legs! After that though, she just went crazy, stabbing me with the same syringe like she was brutally stabbing me with a knife. I didn't feel any of it, but I could hear the beeping from the Heart-Rate Monitor starting to beep faster and faster, my vitals dropping rather quickly, and the pain starting to come back. As I began to flat-line, I slowly woke up, until I was fully awake, as if my death had awoken me.


      I knew a lot of my classmates on the ship.
      The water didn't feel like anything when we fell in it.
      That pain was truly a bit of a shocker when I woke up, because I really did have bad leg-cramps in the morning.


      I've been rather social as of late. Perhaps, I'm being warned that I should expect the unexpected from people.
    12. I've been shot.

      by , 08-13-2012 at 06:21 AM
      I've been absent from dreamviews for a while and unfortunately I've been terrible about the lucid dreaming attempts. I thought dreamviews was gone and two nights ago I randomly decided I would start dreaming again and I look on the internet and find dreamviews again. Glad to be here, on my second attempt at mastering my dreams.


      Me and laurens family were camping and somebody (I forgot who) was driving and I was trying to teach them how when they somehow ran into a model plane that was in the sky. We drove away as fast as we could but pretty soon we were arrested. I forget a lot of what happened when I was arrested, but soon we were released and I went back to the camper that we were staying in and lauren's dad shot me in the chest. I looked down and my shirt was off and the bullet was partially sticking out of my chest. I touched it and it started gushing blood.

      Updated 08-13-2012 at 06:32 AM by 52918

      non-lucid , side notes
    13. The Sheriff

      by , 06-21-2012 at 12:31 AM (Elegy Dreams)
      A few days ago i had a series of dreams but i made the mistake of writing only one down, the dream about a Sheriff.
      Of course it's way back in time when they used to have shoot outs. It was an old western town with little to no people at all besides The Sheriff and his girlfriend sitting outside a bar talking and smiling then exchanging a kiss. I couldn't hear what they were talking about cause i wasn't a character in the dream, i was only an invisible observer with no body.
      The sheriff looks over to these mountains behind the girl he's kissing with a suspicious look on his eyes. Out of nowhere these outlaws start shooting at the Sheriff, probably cause they have beef with him or something.
      The Sheriff yells for his girlfriend to run in the bar for safety.
      After she runs away the sheriff takes cover and shoots back, he manages to shoot and kill about 2 outlaws, there's only one left. He runs to the mountains and tries to search for the outlaw... but the mountain the outlaw was shooting from was high and steep and very dusty.
      ( Now is when somehow i see what the sheriff sees, almost like i am the sheriff. )
      Anyways the sheriff decides to climb it, but the orange mountain is so dusty and dirt flies everywhere.
      but the sheriff closes his eyes so the dust won't blind him.
      He finally reaches the top nearly, but he hangs on to the cliff from where the outlaw shot.
      He looks up to find the outlaw, dressed in a black cowboy hat, brown vest and blue shirt... staring at him from right above.
      The outlaw lowers his gun to the sheriff , the sheriff speechless and paralyzed with fear though his facial expression is emotionless.
      The sound of a gun shot and everything goes black.
      <End Of Dream>
    14. The Tiny Cruise Ship and Douchebag Cowboys...

      by , 01-14-2012 at 05:40 AM (My brain and I)
      dream : comments : lucid

      10th of January, 2012

      I kept dropping in and out of lucidity throughout the whole night.

      The dream, as far as I can recall, started off with us at some kind of western style ranch. We were having a campfire and drinking ol' style Whisky and such. I noticed a homestead a little bit away and we went up to it to check it out. I walked around a bit, admiring how interesting everything looked in my half-lucid state. After a little scrounging, I found this outdoor patio type area that had heaps (like HEAPS) of guns mounted all over the walls. Eventually things got a bit heated and some guys who I think owned the place approached me, at which point I picked two revolvers off the wall and started examining them. Evidently that was just the incentive one of the guys neded and he proceeded to shoot me in the neck. I lay dying for a bit and then things start to get hazy...


      On a cruise ship doing some fencing (the sword type, not the wooden type). I was wearing the usual mask and remember some guy being really weird to me about it- I'm not exactly sure why, but I recall thinking he was a total dick at the time. Suddenly I found myself on land and walked around a bit admiring the sights; it was a small village with water through it, similar to Venice or something like that. Again, I was partially lucid at this point but not really in control per se. I turned around and noticed the cruise ship was really small, more a yacht in the canal. I gained a bit more lucidity and attempted to make it big again but ended up making myself huge as well. I climbed onto the side of the ship and peeped onto the deck, attempting to see the tiny people aboard, but couldn't make anything out. While I was there, some narration started about dinner or something and I started having these overlaid image flashes of the most delicious looking food ever!


      The last one is really fragmentory. I know at the time it was a cohesive dream, but I forgot a lot of the content on waking.
      Nooks and I moved house into a less impressive apartment. The courtyard had an awesome harbour view that was for some reason obstructed by tall walls on all sides. Lots of time spent in the carpark fixing lights and flying around and stuff. There were HEAPS of cars- thousands of them. Something to do with fixing a graphics card by plugging in these bio-wires on the wall of one of the parking spaces.

      Updated 01-16-2012 at 01:02 AM by 52392

      lucid , non-lucid , dream fragment
    15. 4 Dreams (December 16, 2011)

      by , 12-18-2011 at 02:45 AM (Chronicles of Ethos)

      Arrow to the Knee

      It was the middle of the night and there was a full moon surrounded with a yellow haze. The first thing I can remember was being an ant and I was being chased. I was being chased by another larger ant who was pissed about something I did. I ran through the jungle like environment of the grass field. I felt compelled to follow the direction of the yellow moon. I eventually came across an ant size house and recognized it as home. I ran inside and locked the door to keep the other ant away.

      Suddenly I was human again, but didn't take any notice to the change. I looked up and saw my mother and another man standing next to her.
      "Who the hell are you?" I asked the man confused.
      "I'm your step father. Don't you remember?" He explained.
      "I don't have a step father." I said.

      We continued to argue it for a little while. Somewhere along the way we got mad at each other and both pulled out bows and arrows. We then ran around the house shooting each other, but mostly missing. I used to be a dreamer like you, then I took an arrow to the knee. In other words, he shot me in the knee and I woke up.


      I was in my grandma's living room with my sister and we were just standing around doing nothing. Then I felt the urge to look towards the hallway. On the ceiling I noticed a large black scorpion slowly lowering itself from a string of web. I jumped back shocked because there aren't supposed to be scorpions in Ohio and I don't like them. I sprinted through the hallway to find my grandmother. When I found her she was in the kitchen standing at the sink and making a salad.
      "There's a really freaking huge scorpion over there!" I yelled to her.
      "Scorpion?" She said confused.
      "Waaaaiiit! I forgot my sister!"

      I ran back down the hallway and had to duck real low because the scorpion was half way down to the floor already. When I got to the living room, I didn't have to say anything to get her to follow me. As I ran back to the kitchen I saw my grandma with a huge bucket of water. She placed it in the hallway and then grabbed a hose connected to the sink. It seemed that she was prepared.

      The scorpion had lowered itself to the ground and multiple baby scorpions came from behind it. The larger scorpion charged first and tried to leap over the bucket of water. My grandma shot it with the hose and knocked the scorpion into the bucket. She then continued to spray it and kick the bucket over like a boss.

      Many baby scorpions then swarmed around the bucket as they were sprayed with water. A small red scorpion managed to sneak by onto a shelf to my right. It jumped onto me and stung my arm. I grabbed it and smashed it against the counter. I started to feel a severe burning where I was stung, but I could only ignore it. I then took a glass full of water and started splashing the scorpions with it. It was surprisingly effective.

      When all the scorpions were dead we all sat down at the table to rest. "Anyone get stung?" I asked. I looked at them and noticed they had stingers straight through their hands. I then brought my hand to my face and saw at least 7 long green stingers piercing through my right hand. I rested my hand on the table and made a plan to pull the stingers out. My hand was starting to shake and burn from the poison and it felt horrible. I managed to pull one of the two needles out of my index finger. It was too painful for me to continue and I woke up.

      You Drive

      It was the middle of the day and I was driving an awesome looking yellow car. My dad was sitting in the passenger seat and instructing me. Suddenly the car started picking up speed beyond my control. We were roaring through the city at impossible speeds and I struggled to avoid running into everything. It was at this moment that I suddenly remembered I hate driving and told my dad to drive. So we somehow managed to switch seats while moving at 300mph. Then my dad decided that I should be the one driving and we switched seats again. We kept switching back and forth a few more times until it was actually funny. As I was driving, a giant wave of water came pouring through the city. I motioned to try to steer away from it, but it was too late. The wave smashed through the windshield and the force of it snapped my neck. Needless to say, I died and woke up.

      Booster Shots

      So I was just riding along on a school bus and everything was fairly normal. Then a man in the front got out of his seat and announced that it was booster shot day. So everyone including me got in a line. I'm not afraid of needles so I had nothing to worry about. Then I saw the man give the kid in front of me a shot through the anal wall. He then motioned me to come forward, but I slowly stepped back.
      "Now don't make this any harder than it needs to be." he said as he move closer.
      "That's not how you give a booster shot!" I yelled at him as I moved further away.
      "Kid, I don't have time for this." He said losing his patience.

      I took the shot away from him and ran to the back of the bus. I started swinging it through the air like a knife or sword. "Stay back! Don't come any closer!" I said defensively. I then saw the bus driver turn his head and look at me. Shockingly it was an alien head. The aliens head then stretched all the way in front of me as he was still driving.
      "What seems to be the problem here?" he asked me.
      "He wants to stick a needle up my ass!" I shouted, as I pointed to the man.
      "Well then let him." He said calmly.
      "Hell no!" I exclaimed.

      I then stood behind the stone column in the back of the bus. I started swinging my needle around defensively as they moved in closer. Luckily I woke up before anything bad happened.


      Sometimes I wonder why I insist on living when I'm in the dream world.

      Updated 01-03-2012 at 07:39 PM by 32005

      non-lucid , nightmare
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