Sleep Pattern: Timings: Time Awake - 08:30 to ~03:00 Lights Out - 02:30 Sleep - ~3:00 No attempts or methods, just trying to fall asleep.1st Recalled Awakening - ~11:00 I think that I woke up earlier in the morning but I did not check the time or record anything.Last Recalled Awakening - ~11:15 Woke up from a dream to my alarm.Up - 12:00 Modifiers the Day Before: -Halo 3 with friends. Modifiers Going to Sleep: -Still sick. -Computer and phone. Modifiers Getting Up: -Class at 13:00 Dreams: Tried to solidify dreams I recalled while laying in bed after first recalled awakening, remembering some 3 or 4 dreams or fragments. Forgot a portion of them since then... Not in chronological order, just in what I remember. 1) Some brief dream after 1st Awakening. Recall a reddish or greenish (or both) galaxy when I was woken up by my alarm. 2) Working backstage at or watching a show at a school. Mix of my middle school and high school. Walked through the halls and outside, found a friend and a former classmate. Semi-lucid / lucid.
Since my recall has been rather spotty the last few days, along with a number of other reasons like me wanting to have a better record of things, I have decided to make it a habit to write a post here of my sleep and dreams from the previous night. Coincidentally, it has also been exactly a year since my last post. I'll call that synchronous. The plan is to record the relevant times of my sleep patterns and anything from the day before that may have impacted either them or the content of my dreams, which I will also record everything I can remember from as well. Sleep Pattern: Timings: Lights Out - 02:30 Sleep - ~3:30-4:00 Attempted relaxation and WILD, didn't get much results. Tried using fear to effect the process. Seemed to help a little though I will need to test it a lot more before I make such a claim.1st Recalled Awakening - 08:30 No Subsequent AwakeningsUp - 9:30 Modifiers the Day Before: -3 glasses of decaf tea around 19:00. -War games at a local game store. Modifiers Going to Bed: -Slightly sick with a cough and a scratchy (but not painful) feeling throat. -Felt tired but not sleepy when I turned the lights out. -Had been using my computer and phone just before I did so. Modifiers Getting Up: -Had somewhere to be at 10:00. Dreams: I do not remember anything specific, though I think that I did have dreams and maybe a lucid that I recalled at some point before now. I have noticed in the past that I generally need 8 to 9 hours of sleep in order to actually recall my dreams from the night, short of directly waking up from them. And that my recall plummets if I stay in bed for a long period of time after waking as I did today.
Commentary Non-Lucid Lucid Bedtime:9:30PM-5:30AM, 6:00AM-10:00AM Well, we are all sick at my house. I think my wife and son got it the worst. I was mostly taking care of them all evening but we somehow managed to get to bed really decent. I was glad because I felt extremely exhausted and sickly myself. I had decided no WBTB or induction. I would just focus on dream recall. I used a mantra at bedtime to remember dreams. I woke and recorded several until I started getting sick myself. Then it because more difficult because the nausea was so bad. In spite of it all I still had some weak but interesting lucids. 11:00PM I am riding on some skateboard with a handle to make a scooter. My wife and I rid though a mall and come out the other side. We do tricks and grind on some rails. My skateboard starts looking like a dustpan with a handle as I ride down. 3:02AM All I remember is what I recorded. Supply run. Zombies. 4:26 I am a child or about 8 or 9 again. I am riding a school bus to go on a field trip. My old friends J and A are there. Even though, I am a child I am still in my current time frame although my awareness is not there. I treasure the moments of friendship and really try hard to be a really good friend to the too of them. I never mention that I was like a time traveler. I keep that to my self. Later we are walking back to the bus. I am holding hands with my wife. She looks like a child as well. She says how she wishes the bus was empty because she wants to do a little something with me. Then she cracks some sexual joke about my sausage and grabs me. Just then my old supervisor SH walks by. I get embarrassed and hope we don't get in trouble. They act like they didn't hear. I am feeling really nauseous now after each awakening and fail to record much until later At some point I visualize healing energy into my body. I am not sure if its just HI or a LD but I see myself lying in bed with shimmering points of light. I am glowing a golden color. I will my immune system to attack any sickness and heal faster. I remember nothing else. At some point I remember a OBE. I don't know if it was a low level lucid or just a dream about having a lucid. But I transition out of my body and walk into the dining room. The wall looks like an organic inside of a body. I see 4 thick cords running down from wall to floor. I know that if I cut them it will help me feel better. Some how I know that this represent sickness in my throat and will stop vomiting. I pull out a small sword that looks like Sting and cut the cords. I remember another one much like that last but this time... I transition from OBE and find some other point the represented my bowels. I cut that cord with Sting as well. Maybe this helped me and maybe this didn't. However, I am not nearly as sick as my wife is. Did I use dreams and visualization to aid healing? Who can tell? I wake around 5:30am to feed my son. Luckily all went smooth and we both got back to sleep around 6:00am and slept a long time. Time unknown I am working on a foam board at work. I am back in PH's department. I have my Galaxy Player (GP) in my pocket listening to Pandora on the wifi. I see several of the women that work there sitting in a line at an adjacent form board. They are doing hand gestures as a sort of dance to the song. I realize the song is a stupid Kesha song and look at my GP. I wonder how they are listen to the same thing as me. Pandora is not an actual radio station. They are all looking at me so I motion to my GP and laugh. *memory gap* I use the dragon shout whirlwind sprint (same as focused flying) to zoom down the hallway at work and out the door. I see the colors and hear the sounds just like in Skyrim. 9:51AM I have an FA and P from work is in my room. We call each other bad names and I tell him to just leave. I am trying to enter some dream on my GP. I have another FA. I am lying with my eyes closed while listening to my parents talk. Something about they sold a cell phone and now the guy that bought it says its broken. The talk about which plug in to use. From some reason I think they are in the sun room. I want to tell them that one plug stopped working but feel too sick to move. Then my dad say, "I really need to learn to use theee......" I feel I need to pee so I get out of bed. My mom says, "You need to learn to use the alarm clock." I become startled because her voice is directly behind me. I don't feel I can talk so I just put my hand on my heart and look at her. I can't see because it was dark but I can hear her laughing. I realize I am back in the house we lived in Luling, Texas. I am standing next to my parents bed. I walk to were my bathroom was and go in. The lighting is bright in here. I see my dad lying on his side in the bathtub staring at me. His throat looks slit and there is blood pooling. I notice he is using a pillow from my current bedset. Startled and annoyed I say, "Well I guess I'll use the other bathroom." When I reach my parents room again I pause and think about what I just saw. I say, "I am still dreaming." I do a nose plug and I think I blow through but it feels a little closed. I want to make sure so I do several more and the last one feels like a clean pass. I rush out of the house because I think of all the scary stuff that happened there. (Supposedly it was "haunted". Long story.) I go out the front door and begin to fly up. But I notice the dream is fading. I hover next to the old Birch tree in the front yard. I rub my hands vigorously and repeat, "I am still dreaming." It's helping some. I try my bicycle DEILD and touch my face some. All feels real. I rub my hands more while biking. Soon I feel like I am lying on my back and doing this in real life. I wonder if my wife is laughing at me yet. That thought was enough to shift my awareness to waking. I hear something and my eyes open.
Updated 03-06-2013 at 11:16 PM by 5967
The day before this dream I was sick, with a temperature that rose to 99.7 from my normal temperature of 97, then dropped to 95. I couldn't sleep the night before or during the day. I finally was able to sleep at around 5 am, but only for an hour. I think the dream lasted the whole hour, but it felt like a year. There was a murderer named Tom Tiddlediddle who ate peoples heads. The police couldn't find him but there were a lot of people who were found dead with no head, so he was still killing people the whole time. There was also a nice alien named Hoopsha. He looked like a wrinkly old woman with white skin, but he had huge elephant ears and a pig nose. The texture and look of his skin reminded me of the Shpongle mask thing. The whole dream was in the Egyptian desert. The Egyptians had religious ceremonies inside of stone temples, where they made tea with some cool blue flowers and meditated. At the front of the room was a clay statue with angels holding cannabis leaves. Near the end of the dream, I was talking to Hoopsha. He moved closer and calmly told me to look at his wrinkled skin. He asked me if it looked familiar. I don't remember my answer. Then his calmness turned to an evil stare as he said "I'm Tom Tiddlediddle". His face morphed into a human's face. He slowly opened his mouth, knowing that I was paralyzed with fear. I woke up still feeling scared and confused.
[Another bad night; still sick. I woke up at 4:51 remembering something about a bike race on a mountainside where everyone crashed.]
[I just came down sick, so the only dream I remember is a feverish, tense one about being in a walking race where in order to succeed, you have to move your leg in slow motion in such a way that it crosses certain three-dimensional boundaries and surfaces in exactly the right way. Somehow you weave your foot's trajectory with the trajectories of other people's feet, and only one path can win. The dream was very closely tied to my own struggle to make it through the night in the face of fever and shivering and cramps. I woke up also at around 4:30.]
08-19-2012 -- [You know those nights when you are sick, and the dreams are really weird, long, and never-ending? Where they make no sense and you seem to be half-awake, and when you really do wake up, you are still exhausted? This is one of those, and I figured I ought to have at least one posted here.] I'm running up and down Orange Avenue between Sand Lake and Holden, and trying to figure out which several out of the dozen gas stations in the small stretch of road I am supposed to be mystery shopping. The addresses are all very similar, and some are marked with the wrong addresses, and it is all just a terrible mess! Almost every time I stop, bits of Anagogic Ort are appearing at my feet, and I have to take the time to pick the dang stuff up. Since it interferes with my concentration on details of the mystery shops, it really annoys me. I keep waking up and falling back to sleep, just to continue the same stuff, wandering around these gas stations and picking up orts, and feeling more and more tired all the time. Absolutely miserable. Also bits of me lying in bed, bored and miserable, until finally I find myself dreaming that it is the next night, I am feeling a little better, and there is a person in a bed next to me, and people are coming in to talk to him, and we're all making friends, and I'm moving on from the miserable sleep. Very unpleasant.
April 20, 12. Midnight-6am Nothing, but remembering dreams is secondary today. Robert is sick and i'm going to take care of him. Note-I bought a real Dream Journal last night!
Last Nights Dream I'm in a Hospital, I'm not sure why but I'm ill. I walk down a corridors and come to a room where there is a boy in a wheelchair, I look at him and then I go into a shop, I forget what I go in the shop for and the owner says "what do you want?" I say "ummmmm..you got any of those things for a sore throat?" I see some herbals and a Woman says "what tooth for?" Lol I think "uhhhh!!" and say "the back left" she says "these are what you want" and she throws me a packet of herbals. I have now gone back to bed but all the beds have disappeared apart from mine, they now bring in lots of baby cribs, people are lying on the floor wrapped up in blankets, these people all have a disease and are all being sick, it's really thick, cheesy like sick all different colours..it's totally gross . I'm walking in sick, I can smell it and it's getting all over me. I see a woman lying on the floor wrapped in a blanket, she is about 40 or so and has beautiful black hair it's in a up-do style, she looks old fashioned and I hold her hand and I say "it's ok, you can go now" she then dies but then comes back to life again, this happens about 4 times before she actually dies. I now look for the boy in the wheelchair, he's sad. I now sit and paint with a red pen which turns black aswell which I find a little odd, he comes but goes again ((the boy in the wheelchair that is)).
02/07/12 Note: I haven't posted dreams for quite a few days due to the fact I have been sick. I started out last Thursday by tossing my cookies and I haven't felt good since. So some of these dreams are fragments from when I was sick which means they might make even less sense than they often do… which is saying something! It seems that when I am sick to my stomach I start dreaming about food… which makes things worse! >.< I hope to get back to posting dreams regularly now. 02/02/12: Food Poison I am in a game of Oblivion, looking around for stuff to steal, specifically I am looking for food and potion ingredients to steal since once I make a potion out of them they will no longer be flagged as stolen. So I steal a bunch of ingredients, make a bunch of potions, and sell them. In Cyrodiil, crime DOES pay! So I pick up some ingredients from a house I just broke into, I decide to eat a couple of them since that will also boost my alchemy experience level… I'm not sure of the reasoning behind that one… I eat some bread, cheese, and lettuce. I steal more food and leave. I eat a sweet cake for dessert and wash it down with an ale. I am heading for another place to get more ingredients when I start feeling yucky. Sick, like I might puke. This feeling wakes me up, but I am able to ignore it and I fall back asleep right away. Back in Cyrodiil, I am still stealing food, and I am still feeling sick. I wonder if somehow the stolen food is tainted. I wonder if the fact the food is flagged as stolen makes it tainted somehow… eating stolen food will make me sick while eating the same food not stolen won't make me sick. That idea seems absurd, but to counter the sick feeling I go into a shop and buy some food and eat it. That only makes me feel worse… and I wake up again… this time I get up and toss my cookies. 02/03/12: My Ex-Boyfriend Wants to Eat WHAT??? I am playing Oblivion on my laptop computer, and I realize my ex boyfriend is in the room with me. He is watching me play Oblivion, and I am collecting ingredients for potions. I collect a piece of mudcrab meat from a dead mudcrab. James says that looks like it would taste good with chocolate syrup. Yuck… I collect some more ingredients and James now says he wants to eat venison with chocolate syrup. Yuck again. I tell him that sounds gross. He says not if you put it in a blender and mix it up with some eggplant and the crab meat and maybe a bit of split pea soup… he is starting to gross me out. Just listening to him makes me feel nauseous. He says if I throw up he wants to keep it… nothing mixes ingredients together better than a human stomach. Now I think I am definitely going to puke… I wake feeling ill, but fortunately I don't toss my cookies this time. 02/04/12: Keep Eating, Pig! I am sitting at a dinner table that is piled high with everything yummy I can think of, so many sweets I can't count it all. All of it is stuff I really shouldn't eat on my diet. Chocolate cake, ice cream, pies, more cakes, candy… so much of it! I think I want to cheat on my diet a bit, so I eat a cupcake. There is a voice speaking to me that I can't locate the source of. The voice tells me to eat all I want, these sweets are calorie free! Yay! So I eat a piece of chocolate cake and a piece of lemon meringue pie. I am now quite pleasantly full. I get up to leave the table, but some force pushes me back in the chair and says I'm not done yet. Eat everything! Um… that is way too much for me to eat at one time. I tell the voice that. It keeps saying to eat. I finally eat a bit more, but that makes me feel sick. I say if I eat more I'll puke. The voice says good, go ahead and puke! I wake up feeling sick, but I don't toss my cookies. 02/05/12: No Dreams Note: Today was one of the first days my stomach was feeling better, so I was able to sleep through the whole night… it must have been a deep sleep, as I didn't remember having a single dream. 02/06/12: Weave Spell I am in a concert hall, and I am wandering through the place just exploring. I see there is a band I don't recognize playing there, but I do recognize the lead singer. It is Bret Michaels from the band Poison. I am surprised to see him there when I don't recognize the group. I discover, and this doesn't seem odd to me, that I can step sideways and move through dimensions, just slide from one to the next. I do that and the band changes. Bret Michaels seems to slide, too. He appears and keeps singing. Is he also a traveler? I side step through several more worlds, and he follows. I go outside of the concert hall and I find there are trees around, and it is night. I don't see Bret Michaels now. I hear someone approaching. Just a bit too late I get the feeling I don't want to be seen. An old man and an old woman emerge from the trees with a shotgun. The man points the shotgun at me. I grab it by the barrels… it's a double barrel… and I bend the gun like it's made of paper. I hear some strange chants coming from the trees, from all around. "Weave spell, inerevum sancotatum, weave spell," it says over and over. The gun is changing forms in my hand, responding to that chant. It is trying to reform around my hand and aim at me again. I block that effect, but I seem to be in a contest of wills with the unseen spell caster. I am still doing that when Bret Michaels comes out of the concert building and plays guitar for a bit… which causes the elderly couple to retreat into the trees. 02/07/12: Unconscious Theft I am at school, though it isn't one of the classes I am taking in waking life. I am taking notes in a notebook, writing down as fast as I can to keep up with the instructor. When the class ends I get up to go get something to eat. I head down to the cafeteria and buy a burger, fries, and a drink. I am sitting at the table eating when someone from my class comes over and is pissed off. I wonder why. I then see that I have their backpack and purse sitting beside me. I don't even remember picking that stuff up… when did I do that? She wants to know why I have her stuff, which is a logical thing to wonder. I am thinking that if I tell her I have no clue, and I don't remember picking it up, that will sound like a lie… so I tell a lie. I say she left it behind, and I was holding on to it for her so no one else would steal it. I add that if I hadn't run into her again I would have taken it to lost and found. She doesn't seem to believe me. She says she left it in the classroom because we have another class there later today, I know that! Now give the stuff back! She takes the stuff and leaves in a huff. I realize I do have to go to the class again today, but I don't really want to go to class with that person who clearly thinks I stole her stuff intending to keep it. And the fact is I have no idea why I stole her stuff, I don't even remember doing it. So I am considering ditching today.
Strange fever dream. They are so hard to recall and they make no sense. My aunt lives in a trailer. I decide to travel with her in it. A lot of the things that happen are things that happened in my childhood but distorted into an odd dream like way. Hard to describe. Ugh... In still sick. That's all I remember. I need more sleep...
Ahsaka's Dreams 1. While walking along a frozen river I noticed a light shining up from under the ice. A car was submerged, it's headlights still illuminated. I called for help and we tried to break through the ice to the vehicle. 2. At my mothers some men rudely barged in and began taking her possessions, claiming that if she can't pay back the money she owes then they will take her belongings to cover the debt. I am surprisingly calm during this and talked with one of the men about his line of work. 3. My laptop gets a virus and someone named Leo or Leon X takes control of it. Instead of getting upset I simply watched as he accessed all kinds of interesting information via my laptop. Most of the websites he visited are paranormal in nature. 4. I suddenly decided to strip off my pants and underpants and take a walk around the neighbor hood. As I walked I was not bothered at all by the fact that everything down below was exposed. Instead I felt liberated and wondered why I hadn't done this before. 5. I was reading a book about brain chemistry and the effects of different substances on it. There was a part on dreaming that was interesting. It basically stated that dreaming makes one more intelligent because dreams make it easier for neurotransmitters to bridge the synaptic cleft. 6. I was very exhausted. I looked into a mirror. My reflection appeared corpse like. I wondered what was wrong with me. I looked perfectly fine yesterday. I think it is time I see a doctor. It's been a long time since I've been to one.
I am at my old house on Burford road with joe and josh. Joe has made us chicken & bacon gratin and mixed up some alcohol. We are saving some of the food for someone, though i dont know who it will be. We eat the food and have a few drinks, i ask joe if he would like some more, he says yes, i decide i would like more too, so i go back to the kitched to heat more up. I also pour some more drinks. There is a knock on the foor & my ex, soph come in with her parents, steve & julia. steve keeps offering me more alcohol and im getting really drunk. Somebody says something about julia and i reply "see? thats why i have always loved this woman!" we all laugh and soph mumbles something about me fancying her. There is another knock on the door and Chubbs, si and callum turn up, which annoys me for some reason. We go out to some shopping centre and are walking around drinking, during this time soph tells me she wants me back, i get annoyed with her and tell her that i dont love her any more, for some reason i fell the need to apologise to her parents and explain it to them, they tell me they don't care, they know what shes like and i didnt do anything bad, we just ended. I feel better about it. We decide we should go home, on the way out of the supermarket i see a load of old friends and start to greet them. Hayley tells me she loves me as she comes for a hug, but i notice she isn't looking at me, as i think about this she corrects herself "i mean i love YOU" I assume she is looking at si. When we get home Darvz and Kate are with us. I cant stop throwing up, but im not heaving, its like watery vomit is just pumping from my mouth, darvz is laughing at me in a shrug, there is literally nothing i can do to stop it. Kind of reminds me of that scene from Team America.
Dream - Lucid I was in an airport I think. I saw Chris walking by, and we met eyes. We both couldn't stop staring at one another. I didn't think he was going to want to talk to me or see me, but he came up to me and hugged me. I hugged him back. I felt the old, familiar feeling of my arms wrapping around him, but not all the way because he's big. I was so, so happy to be in that moment! It was a beautiful feeling. More things happened, I walked somewhere with him and talked to some other people, but I can't remember any more details. The main thing I recall is the feeling of hugging him and the happiness it brought me. ~ I was sitting on the couch in my living room at my house in my hometown. I looked to my left towards the entrance to the room, and saw my friend Jase and some of his friends standing there. More of them started to come into the room. Jase was apparently having some sort of get together with his friends at my house. I felt a little irked, because he never asked me if it was ok for him to do that. Then, I was sitting on the other side of the couch. Jase and his buddies were all in the living room. I remember Jase sitting on one of the chairs with someone else. Jase saw me and said "Krista!" He then gave me a big hug. On the other side of the couch sat my mom. I leaned over to her, pointed to Jase and whispered "See that guy? He's my communist friend. He didn't ask if it was ok for him to do this." My mom then started to talk to Jase and ask him questions. The one that I remember was "Do you still keep up with your journal?" (journal=blog in this context). She said something about reading his journal. Then, I saw something on the TV. It was some sort of indie political movie. "Typical," I thought to myself. Then, I looked at the coffee table, and there was a Scrabble board on it. It was totally full of letters; there were no empty spaces. I started to mess with the letters, taking some of them off the board, and then figured I should ask Jase if his friends and he were done with the game. I asked, and he said yes. As I asked, I noticed that I kept sniffling and my throat was sore. It was like I was coming down with a bad cold. I then started to play with the letters on the coffee table. I was, for some reason, trying to spell the word "FULL". I couldn't find two L's. I thought I had at first, but realized I had two U's instead. I thought about using a blank tile in place of an L, but then thought that was silly, since I had all the letters right in front of me. I finally spelled it. The tiles looked something like this: [F] [ ] [ ] [U] [ ] [ ] [L] [L] I then was in or playing some sort of video game where it was like I was in space trying to jump onto a swinging platform, and I kept falling because my timing was wrong. When I finally made it, I had to talk to some woman and show her a key. I showed it to her, and it looked like this ceramic knife my mom bought in waking life. She took the sheath off of the knife, which looked like a ceramic key now, and said that it was the wrong thing. She gave it back and I re-sheathed it.
Updated 08-16-2011 at 05:32 PM by 32059
I start out driving around in my old neighborhood that I grew up in. I am alone, but I am supposed to be a stranger's car. The neighborhood likes weird, such as streets that are too small and doors in strange areas. Next thing I know I am at work when my boss's sister, who looks like a darkerskinned version of my boss, comes in asking for me to fill a larger white container with flux. I go to the machine room and find an old ex of mine working back there. She gives me what I think is a container of flux but instead alcohol comes out of it, turning the flux into a thick, jello-like substance. We get nervous, but eventually I go to my boss for help. She comes to the machine room with us and my ex begins to explain what happened, completely lying. I break in and tell the truth, and my boss leaves the room, going outside. I follow her and she tells me she is happy that I told the truth, and has me follow her into the building, but we end up in a parking garage that doesn't exist in real life. She tells me to look at the beautiful artwork on the ceiling, but I don't see anything and just pretend to admire it while she reads me a poem that's suppose to be there. Soon after I hear someone scream, and my boss and I run to see what's happening. I find my ex standing over her unconscious friend, who is another co-worker. I kneel down and try to get her up, but my ex does and she wakes up. The girl gets up saying she is ok, but keeps slouching and can't walk straight. I help her walk but she keeps fainting, so I eventually I carry her to an infirmiry that doesn't really exist. Inside I find 2 men. One is playing with a basketball while laying on a couch and the other is at a desk. I lay the girl down on a cot but at this point she turned into a boy. They ask me to check if he/she is dehydrated in a very indifferent manner. I do so by touching their hand. I tell them no and I wake up.
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