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    1. Star Trek Sneezes, Wooden Barge-Island (LD#120)

      by , 10-12-2014 at 01:44 PM (Lucid Time!)
      Man, I don't know what happened to me the night before last.

      I recall bits and pieces some dream about forgetting a paper for a class in college, and then going back to my room to get it.

      I recall being on the cast of Star Trek. I cannot recall if the dream was just about filming Star Trek, and if everything was being faked or if I was actually dreaming about a 'real' Star Trek scenario.
      We are in this area (that I'm pretty sure isn't actually on the show) called the data core room. It is this huge maze of passages on the back of the enterprise with all of these clear blue glowing crystals on mounts in the wall. Supposedly they were some kind of memory crystals for the ship's computer system that kept track of all the star systems and alien races.
      There is a group of 8 or 10 people. The only ones I recognize are Kirk, Picard, and Spock. I think some other famous characters were there. (I don't know, I've only seen a few episodes of Star Trek in my life.)
      Anyways, we are back here because supposedly the air quality here is the best in the ship, and doing some experiment with this new disease that is supposed to be harmless. They release it and everyone seems fine except for this other character; A teenager with brown hair made into an afro.
      The guy starts sneezing (ah-choo, ah-choo, ah-choo!) repeatedly, without stopping. He starts sneezing more and more violently, and eventually starts to sneeze up blood. Spock calls up a medical technician, but for some reason the guy on the other end is just screaming "AMBULANCE! AMBULANCE! CALL AN AN AMBULANCE RIGHT NOW!!"
      Something seems familiar about the sneezing disease, but I can't put my finger on it.

      I also notice that for some reason there are racks of candy in the area, and decide not to focus on the guy sneezing, even though I can still hear him. I look at the candy and consider buying some. Somehow the data core room was mixed with a candy store.
      I somehow get 'outside'. I am on this (either cruise ship or island, I think it was an island but felt like a cruise ship). I get a little confused thinking this is actually the exterior of the Enterprise. There is this big wooden boardwalk with all of these restaurants along it. There are also these huge wooden wheel sculptures.
      I see someone I know in WL (we'll just call her E). I go over next to her and we start talking about the sculptures.
      Awww... what a charming, romantic moment in a dream. Wait a second, doesn't this person hate me in WL? Oh, yes she does, and right then she pushed me over the edge into the water. I fall into the water, and (ignoring the laws of buoyancy) I sink about five hundred feet all the way to the bottom.
      I remember very clearly looking up and seeing the sunlight streaming down under the water and thinking about how deep I was.

      I become fully lucid and thrust upward to get above water. Once I make it to the surface, I try to fly up out of the water and get back up there. I can't seem to lift out of the water. I then, for some reason, think of Avatar, and decide to try and make a waterspout and ride it back up onto the platform.
      I begin to spin around, and I can see the water beginning to form a vortex around me, but then it just splashes back into the sea and comes apart.
      I look back and see that (because it's a dream) I am now about half a mile away from the island. Great. Now I've got to get up onto the boardwalk and travel all of this horizontal distance.
      Again, I think of the Waterbenders in Avatar. How they can 'surf' sometimes even without a surfboard. I start to push forward, and start to lift out of the water. I manage to get to the point where only my lower legs are submerged and I am moving along at a lazy 10-20mph. I don't feel like I am getting any closer to the island though.
      I feel like I should be going faster. I try using a hand motion to accelerate. I try a couple different hand motions, looking to find the one that feels most fluid. None of these seem to be working.
      Then, I see a massive wave coming up on the right. Higher than the island. It envelops (and probably destroys) the entire island. It is then coming for me.
      It hits me and I immediately find myself deep underwater unsure of what direction is up or how deep I am. I can't see. It's just nothing.
      But I still have my lucidity. I think maybe I can manifest a new dream. I try to picture being on another island somewhere. I start to see some palm trees and grass, as well as a calm, sandy beach. I start breathing and begin plotting where my body should be. Just as I think I've got it, I lose the dream and wake up.

      Updated 10-12-2014 at 03:09 PM by 53527

      lucid , non-lucid , dream fragment
    2. Shotgun Wedding

      by , 05-06-2011 at 01:51 AM (I Have a Problem)
      Date: 07-30-10
      Length: 2 Days
      Vividness: 6/10

      The first place I remember being is at my Chinese grandparent's house, except everything was a lot bigger.
      Dakota (my girlfriend) was there with me, as well as a couple other people whom I forget.
      We were hanging out, but I remember feeling frustrated at some point, so I believe Dakota and I were arguing.

      Some events passed, of which I don't remember, and we wound up in a chapel, just the two of us, and a priest.
      We asked the priest to marry us, so he began the ceremony.
      We were both so happy walking down the aisle and getting married together, bound to spend the rest of our lives with each other.

      More events that I don't recall passed, and I found myself on a bike, Dakota gone, on my way to my new house, where I currently live.
      I got there and my 7th grade Life Science teacher (Mr. Croshaw) sneezed into his hand.
      I was about to shake his hand, but he told me to shake his left one instead of the right.
      I walked inside the house with my mom, and she began telling me about how Mr. Croshaw had to look at dead animals every time he shook hands with anyone.
      I believe my dream ended there, but as it was fading, I felt a feeling of being worried that me and Dakota could never have a real wedding with our family.

      This was the first dream I ever wrote down in a dream journal.


      Updated 05-06-2011 at 02:17 AM by 34648

    3. Wolves, Son, and Drapes...Fragments

      by , 03-24-2011 at 07:47 PM (Trial and Error)
      The first on started with me seeing a top view (like looking down from a cliff at myself) of myself being pulled in a sled by dogs, wearing a fur coat. Suddenly, on of the dogs diverges and starts running the other way barking. The others are quick to follow, and I soon see that we are being attacked by wolves.

      I am suddenly on the cliff watching instead of watching myself. I decide to slide down to help and am quickly cornered by 3 wolves that smile at me as the growl, nearly giggling.

      I am suddenly where (I assume) is where I was returning to. There were two bunk beds and a couple people waiting for me. I tell them that there are wolves coming. They are confused how I could possibly know but prepare anyway, the wolves come, dream changes.

      (not sure if my person kept dieing so I became someone else? maybe...)

      There was another dream where a kid (I am pretty sure he is my son) is preparing to do a trick with bounce cards. (filmmaking light reflecting tool) He begins to fold them, some the normal way, and them some in half, which doesn't work irl. And then hands them to me and someone else who is there. I begin to think that he is not preparing but thinks what he is doing is cool enough to be a trick.

      He suddenly lays down and goes to sleep, but I know he is faking it so I pretend that I am going to eat him and grab his shoulders smacking my mouth and going "rawr rawr rawr" he starts laughing and saying "nooo noooo..." playfully. He is still trying to just lay there so I blow on his stomach making a farting noise. He laughs and laughs, but then for some reason seems suddenly and abruptly sick. He begins sneezing and is congested, snot leaking out of his nose and I begin to pat him on the back. He seems to only get worse until the dream changes.

      (I have been sneezing at night so, I think that is what it is)

      In the next one, I was in a house with little color except for blue drapes with floral print on them. There were two men that spent a long time trying to convince me that they were the best drapes ever and that the color of blue has never until now been able to be replicated. I had no idea why they were there, since it was a residence not like a store or something. But he yammered on until I woke up.