6/25/12 DILD I got on a bike and started riding from my old house to where Mohammed lived, which was by the tot lot. It was a long journey, and I couldn't seem to get any momentum. There was construction everywhere so I took like 5 detours. I eventually get there and we are hanging out back. I had stored my volcano at his place. Apparently it was left under some boxes while he was moving or renovating or something because it was crushed flat. The heat still worked, but the air wouldn't. I kept trying to pop it back up to normal. It kept slowly dipping back down. I was able to open it up and get the fan working again. Just then I look up and see Mo's dad through a small window and we make eye contact. He stands up and starts to come outside. I grab all of the weed and paraphernalia on the table. He comes out and suddenly there is a mountain of giant nugs right there. It had to of been a half ounce out in the open. He grabs it and starts scolding Mo. I realize it is a dream. I thought about flying or something, but I also wanted to see this play out. I told Mo it's a dream and that he should try to get his dad to smoke. Maybe he would change his mind about it. I thought that this could be a shared dream and it could change his real opinions a bit. We offer to have his smoke and he accepts. The dad wanted to smoke a blunt so he put a ton of weed into a wrap and rolled it 1 handed!. he struggled at first, but it turned out pretty good. We were smoking and talking for awhile. I moved the blunt in a way that made a perfect smoke ring. It drifted and hit the open top of a pizza box, where it sat perfectly for like 20 seconds. By then his mom came out and I showed her. After the blunt was done, Mo's dad wanted to use my "weed microwave", reefering (haha) to my volcano. I started to load it up when the dream ended.
Date: 14/06/2012 Place: Friend's bed Time of getting into bed: 00.00 Dream 1 - Non lucid We (me and partner) are going through a McDonalds drive through over and over again. Under our car seats are small kittens that are very cute. Dream 2 - Non lucid My sister is modeling dresses on a cruise ship. I am joining in but only because I know she will be angry if I don't, and I really don't want to do it. The dresses are bad taste and there are people watching. There are piles of clothing everywhere, my back is very sweaty I notice. A plastic pirate ship style toy boat is large enough for me to climb in, which makes it move in a very trippy way. I am then in the toilets squeezing into a dress way too small for me, there are people waiting to use the toilet but I am holding them all up. An old school friend passes by and says hi, I say hi back and they leave. Someone gives me some cheap, hotel style conditioner for my hair. Dream 3 - Non lucid There is a small, dead scorpion on my pillow. I am saving it to put in my ear later. I change my mind and decide to throw it away, in case it stings me. Dream 4 - Non lucid I am throwing plastic arrows, but I have no bow. Dream 5 - Non lucid I am in a beach style place, and smoking. I throw my cigarette butts on the floor into the sand so someone provides a very tall, green plastic cocktail glass to use as an ashtray. There are no more seats for me to sit on so I sit on a plastic, kids toy car. I am now crying (not sure why) but the car is comfortable. ***NOTEWORTHY*** I do not smoke anymore (quit sometime ago) I have not seen the visiting school friend for around 10 years. My star sign is Scorpio.
No dreams remembered last night... As usual when I'm getting back into dreaming, i'm going through the stage of waking up and not being bothered to write them down. Gotta get on that!!! In other news, I taught loads of people in the last few days about lucid dreaming. I love how amazed everyone is when they hear about it. I remember how shocked I was when I discovered it :') I've also been having more metaphysical+philosophic conversations without freaking out recently, which has been nice. Finally, today I decided to give up smoking! I was walking with a friend talking about LSD Fractals and we used smoking cigarettes as an example. I couldn't deal with that thought and just wanted to cut the loop. The weird thing is, as usual I said "Oh I'll just finish this tobacco pouch!" and my friend moaned at me for it - however I actually ended up losing my baccy during the 2 minute walk XD x
I'm a non-smoker and never have smoked a cigarette in my life. However I have had 3 dreams in the last week where I'm smoking a cigarette, and it seems natural that I am smoking in my dream. I sucked in on the lit cigarette and feel the smoke go in my mouth & fill my lungs. As I'm dreaming I'm liking smoking my dream cigarette. In real life though I can't even stand 2nd hand smoke.
Sketch2 is my new journal. Anyways, the dream was fragmented, and I'm writing this three hours after it happened. I remember two main events; getting my bowl, and getting drunk. I'll start with the second event, because I'm forgetting it fast. I don't ever drink. Alcohol has never agreed with me, but in the dream I was playing a game where I had to drink certain amounts of alcohol to pass to the next level, where the amount was even greater. I remember getting past 15, 40, 45, 50, 150, 445, so on. I don't know what the number represent, but I remember that if you lost, the whole board got bigger. ie. that 445 started out as like 145 before I kept losing. I don't remember how you lost, but it was probably just defocusing. Anyways, I remember finally beating the game and feeling infinite copies of the world in my head. It was like I was lagging in real life, I felt myself duplicating and falling behind, it sucked. Getting drunk sucks. Before this though, I got my bowl in the mail. I ordered a bowl online to smoke legal herbs (salvia) and I paid quite a hefty amount. I am still waiting for it, too. Anyways, in the dream I opened the package and pulled it out, and it was only like 2" long. I was pissed, but I noticed it had a bunch of resin, so I took some hits, and that was nice. I didn't really get high obviously, but it was a nice feeling.
2/9/2012 I'm playing dance dance revolution, and I'm trying to get people to play with me, possibly in competition. The competition somehow shifts to actual fighting, One Piece style. More than one of the Shichibukai are involved (they aren't the same ones as in One Piece though). I'm trying to survive, although I'm not that strong a fighter. At one point I fight a cockatrice with a sword. The cockatrice is 1.5 times as tall as me, and about as wide as it is tall. Even though I avoid looking at its eyes, it manages to stun me with its gaze attack. I don't turn to stone, though. Eventually I shake it off. The Shichibukai watching me makes snarky comments because I didn't completely avoid the gaze attack. I vaguely remember something about him switching sides in a flashback because he was paid with a large emerald, and that was more than the previous guy was paying him. Also, there's some sort of royal/powerful person involved in all this, possibly a vampire. I'm in my room at my old house, and somehow I figure out I'm dreaming. It seems so real, though. I try putting my hand through the door, but it's solid. I open the door. It leads directly to my mom's room, instead of the hall. Ok, definitely dreaming. I remember the other dream I had where I was at my old house, and I had a very difficult time manipulating the dream (I was trying the trick of opening a door and having it lead to whatever place I want to go, and it just would not work), so I decide to leave this place. I go out through the garage (there is some sort of church service in here?) and into the backyard. I keep noticing how real this dream seems (though, as I'm actually writing this, I'm just remembering thinking this, and I've forgotten all the little details that made it seem so real). I'm on the porch in the backyard, but I'm barefoot. I need shoes. I tell myself there will be shoes behind me. I turn around. Nothing. Well of course not, I would never leave my shoes on the porch. I go inside and fetch my shoes and quickly put them on. Now I can venture past the porch. The gap between the two parallel fences on the left is much larger than in real life. A white and brown dog-thing standing on its hind legs that is 1.5 times as tall as a man comes at me through the gap in the fence, barking. Instead of getting scared, I decide to get aggressive and take a swing at it. What happened next is a bit fuzzy, but the dog thing is gone. I wish I could have a sword--I'd feel a lot safer--but I don't seem to be able to make one appear here (I think slightly later on, I manage to make a sword appear, but it is there and not there at the same time, or maybe I am just imagining holding a sword. The details are fuzzy). I head out the gate. I'm walking along the streets outside my old house, now. I need to get away from this place. As I'm walking, suddenly the street before me collapses as lava comes up through the ground. Ah, the old running-from-lava dream. I turn and run. The lava is right behind me. Like a true protagonist, I keep jumping ahead at exactly the last instant before the ground I was standing on collapses into the lava, even though I'm running as fast as I can. At one intersection (corridor?), I know I should go right (I don't know how I know), and I go left instead. It's a dead end. I backtrack as fast as I can. I run and run. Somewhere in all that running, I forget that it's a dream. I run into a weird ghetto place. There are buildings made of chain link fence, even the roof. I'm running on top of one. I stop at some point. A lady wants me to try a soup or discuss recipes or something. I say I always use a particular thing for soup. She has it, on the shelves, among the labeled bottles mixed in with books. She prefers a mix of all the things. I know these things had names in the dream, but I can't remember them. Afterwards, I'm trying to use a public restroom, but there's too many people and no privacy. There's two toilets and one sink in the open in this room, and one toilet and sink in the adjacent room, but the door is broken and won't stay closed. A person in there asks if I'll hold the door closed for her, if she'll do the same for me. I heartily agree and comply. I'm holding the door shut, with my back to it. I smell something odd. What is she doing in there, smoking? Another person is smoking in the main restroom area. I hate this place.
I was playing soccer, and really trying to do a good job. Then I stopped and started smoking with a friend of mine, but I saw my mom on the other side of the soccerfield looking at me, which was creepy. She looked normal, not angry or happy or anything, there was no emotion. Then I saw some cigarrettes on the ground and I wanted to save them, which I did. I found myself in a maze or something with a weird big house I think. I felt like there was a dangerous predator around, not sure if it was haunting me down.. It was a human though. I did feel familiar with the feeling. Then I started following something.. They were fighting.. I also had this weird blade of grass.. I examined it at chemistry and showed it to someone.. I said it was from the year 1886 but I meant 1868 -.-.. so I corrected myself. And I found myself in my chemistry room. A girl from school was handing in something that wasn't hers.. It was mine, or the ones eyes I was looking through. She stole the idea, that's when I started hearing the song playing on my radio in my dream, so someone stole that song. But they both still had the song on youtube, because I searched it in my dream. (If anyone wants to know, the song was: Underoath - Wrapped around my finger.. and it was playing irl) Enteme.
wed January 4th 2012 0:00-8:30 Before bed tried to relax completely, started getting numb. Came closer to sleep paralysis than never before. Hands turned warm and "fat". Then like I was getting covered in hard concrete and floating up from my bed. Had to swallow and blew it. Damn! Gave up and turned to my side, said couple mantra's and dozed off. I did wake up after both dreams so I guess some of them worked. 1. Sitting with my dad in our hall, smoking a cigarette. (I don't smoke IRL and my dad would kill me if I would.) We're being all cool, talking. I light a couple more. Some of them break off by the filter. I'm really using big drags, they don't seem to smell. I say something along the lines of: "If you're the one smoking, it doesn't stink that much." 2. We're standing outside (me, my dad and mom), seems like we're at a wedding. The other guests are standing on the street, in group. The mother of the bride asks me to start filming. I only have my photo camera, so it's very shaky. A bus arrives and we get on. (It's a public transportation bus, like the ones in Flanders.) We're sitting in the back, my dad is getting upset about mom and he's drinking. Getting pretty drunk. Since it's a public bus, a lady gets on. She's attractive, but I'd rather look at something in her hands. Not sure what it is, either a phone or a camera. When we get off, she joins us for some reason. We're standing in an nice carpeted room, chandeliers, really fancy. When my dad says the word: "Tequila" the lady throws up blue liquid all over me.
Thebeastofold's Dream Ive been fighting sa nasty cold lately so ive been sleeping under the influence of nyquil..so only dream fragments this time unfortunately... Fragment 1: I was trying to re-position my big tv but it seemed to be made of rubber and kept flopping and folding in half etc... Fragment 2: i was wandering around the backroom of a grocery i used to work for many yars ago...i found a door behind pallets of goods that to my knowledge wasnt there before..so i walked through it and i was in a strange gym type place, full of cubicles and each cubicle was a different sport or workout station...one was "tennis" and there were 3 or 4 people standing there dressed in tennis clothes holding rackets and talking to each other... Fragment 3: I was walking down an odd hall and i noticed the guy infront of me had a pack of cigarettes in his pocket, so i got right up behind him and grabbed themout of his pocket, then i took a quick right turn and was in another hallway... Fragment 4: i was standing in a large dirt parking lot somewhere, and i was watching a huge RV followed by a pickup truck driving up an extremely steep dirt road that zig-zagged up the side of ana lmost sheer cliff in the distance... Fragment 5: I was wandering around in a huge mansion type place, and everywhere i went there seemed to be preparations for a big party, or something other activity...and i kept running into a guy with a smoking pipe in his mouth...every time i ran into him he would start telling me about something that had nothing whatsoever to do with the house or whatever was going on.....dont rememebr what he said exactly... woke up...
I dreamt I was smoking cigarettes with a friend (never have irl). They were pleasant but burned very quickly. Also something about waiting around in my room for a long time and some kind of purple dye.
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The main dream i remember was somewhat of a flase awakening I was very sure I was awake and that i smoked some weed and then got very upset that i was likely going to fail my urine analysis the next week and kind of threw a fit with my friend. It was not his fault at all i had just forgotten and hit the bowl a few times then rembered later on and i remmber it was kind of earth shattering to me, which inreality it wouldnt have been such a big deal. The second dream i recall was very intense it was me and my two friends biking to another location and we had passed to turn so we kept biking for a good distanceand ended up at the edge of town by a bridge where we turned around and somehow caused traffic problems and as we or /I passed over the bridge i remember a semi-truck falling over and barely missing me as i peddeled into the ditch and seen my friends bike next to me get smashed and then another two large truck/vehicles were tumbling toawrds us and then i looked at my gps to review the incident and realized the friends bike was hit and thought that my frined was prolly hurt on of the vehicles was in the river under the bridge and i got scarred and yelled for my friends they were actually still on the other side of the bridge having seen what was commming jumping onff their bikes or the road previous to me and then there was also a train flying by at the moment and a bunch of cut large tree logs floating down the river. just trying to review the gps which somehow cought the video of the vehicles flying inches above me at like 60mph was very remarkable i recall and was the last thing i remembered.
I came home and went into my parent's bedroom, since the door was open. The bed was missing and they were on two single-bed mattresses instead. There were two packets of tobacco on the floor. One, which I picked up, was Drum and the other I didn't recognise. When I picked up the packet, I noticed it was empty. I also looked more closely and saw '50g' on the top of it. I asked how they had managed to get through the packet in one night.
I was in a room which looked like a big warehouse. It was extremely bland. The walls were a light grey, as was the floor. From what I remember, the ceiling was very high. It was very well lit - almost too bright for such a room. With me in this room were my parents and my partner. There were others but I can't tell who they were. My partner and I were sat on the bare floor whereas everyone else was stood up around the space of the room - some in groups and others alone. My parents were stood together. My partner and I were smoking. I figured after all this time, my parents have already begun to realise that I smoked so I went ahead and carried on smoking my cigarette. in real life, my partner and I have been smoking a lot recently and I don't really want my parents to find this out
20-07-11 Fragments only. Something about dream bombs, and how I am using charges of those to make stuff happen. I am less effective when I am out of charges. … My lower front tooth becoming extremely loose and nearly falling out. It also looks a hell of a lot wider than normal. I am talking to someone about that this could mean that I am extremely low on confidence at the minute, which isn't a lie. … Something about the washing powder I use being highly unsuitable for the clothes I am washing. … I am sitting in front of the computer and I notice I am in the process of rolling a cigarette and the unfinished death stick is lying on my desk. I pick up the pack of Golden Virginia and wonder why it is so full. I know I have stopped smoking and I can't remember having bought a new pack. Maybe 15% of it is gone from the top corner of the tobacco and some of it has gone slightly dry.
I think this dream started as I was riving down a really windy road on cliffs, it reminded me of the road from Apache lake, but much more dangerous. I remember driving up the hills and going really fast up them. I started to worry about falling off, and then sure enough the next turn I slide off. Somehow, my truck disappears, and I am just falling or something. I don’t feel afraid. I grab onto the side of the cliff, there’s not really anything to grab onto, but my fingers just have an insane grip. I think this is when I realize that I am in a dream. I debate letting go and falling or climbing to the top, and decide just to climb up. I remember pulling myself up... and then I’m not sure. I remember being in the desert. I feel like I lost connection with the fact that I was dreaming maybe. I just remember I eventually end up running through the desert with someone, I think Chris, until we come to a house. I enter the house through a Window and start looking around. I remember thinking the house looked strange. I mean, it looked normal, but I had never seen a house that really resembled it’s layout or decoration. Upon entering the house I had remembered that I was dreaming, and I was relieved to be inside of a house now so that I could draw doors. I started walking around looking for a good wall to draw on. I found one that kind of had some pictures and stuff on it, and decided to use it. I drew a door with my fingers. Just after that a man entered the house with his kids, he started yelling at us to get out and was ready to attack us. I told him to just wait a damn minute because I was writing “My Future” on the door and was about to open it. I ripped his shit off the wall that was covering my door. Apparently he tried to do something to us and it didn’t work, and then the man himself realized he was dreaming. His kids vanished and now he was just hanging out. I finished writing “My Future” in a pretty awful handwriting, and then I went to open the door. No door knob, but there was a fridge handle on it instead, I pulled it open to reveal the inside of a fridge. I tried climbing halfway in it to see if something special would happen, but to no avail, so I decided to make another door. I went into another room in his house and before making my door, the man sat on the couch and started to talk to me about how he was dreaming and how none of this mattered and that he knew he was dreaming when he did “?” and it didn’t work right. I think he tried shooting me. He was smoking a cigarette and I had him give me one, and I was having a hard time lighting it. I turned to him and told him to give me his real life phone number. He gave it to me slowly in double digit increments. I tried memorizing it, but I really wanted to go back to my door making... I turned to another wall, this time with Chris, by my side and made a perfect door. It even had a knob . I began to think about what to write on it, I didn’t want to write my future again so I started trying to think of something else. I was deciding between “Subconscious,” “Hell,” and “Heaven.” I decided on heaven. I wrote it on the door, but as soon as I opened it, everything in my dream went black. I laid there for a bit still conscious in the darkness, debating whether to open my eyes or not. I concluded my dream must be over, so I opened them.
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