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First lengthy dream in a while

In a small bus being driven through some hills covered in bush. At the carpark, there are lots of people, including a family from church (Yap).
There is a bunch of kids all doing a competition, they all put their hands in to the centre, like sport teams do before a game, and cheered.
I joined the game too. Still in the carpark surrounded by bush.

I won. The prize is an iPod case. Someone next to me shows me their iPod, and I scroll through some apps. There was a contact list and one of them was "limbocity".
I was amazed that he had my DreamViews name in his contacts, and I said "Are you from dreamviews?" He just nodded.

Next I was being driven through a dark blue tunnel, and I was looking at my iPod, which was now an iPhone. I could hear people singing a song about the iPhone 4's features.
I was obviously very excited that I had an iPhone in my hands.

Then it was my house, but it was serving as a hideout for the person from DreamViews, and two others, also from DreamViews.
I tried to ask the guy who he was, and he didn't say anything. He was wearing my school's uniform, so I said "You go to my school?!"
He didn't say or do anything.
I had his iPod again and it said @slash112. The other two said it was really slash. I think one of the other two was SilverDreams.
They are telling me that we are all being hunted for some reason.

Next we are at a giant warehouse in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by sandy hills. It's like I'm being told a story by one of the DreamViews members.
One little kid there has a super power: being able to run really fast. He is being chased by bad people around this warehouse. Then I become this little person.
I'm running around really fast, before jumping into the water that leads out of the warehouse.
There is a gate before the outside world, being controlled by some random in a security booth.
"Open the door please!" the people were getting closer. He opens the gate, which has massive spikes on them. They shut too quickly for me to get through.

He won't open them for longer, so I somehow "make" him, like controlling him. So I escape.

Next scene, I was standing on the roof of another warehouse in the same sort of orange environment. There were three super-mutants, one of which was called the Silver Surfer.
Someone said "We already have a Silver Surfer, why is there another one?"
The so-called Silver Surfer was more like an ice thing, and can freeze stuff.

He started shedding his ice scales, and some random floating ball with tentacles consumed the ice thing's intestines.

Next scene was some small Middle-Eastern Town, high up in the mountains so there is snow everywhere. I was with my parents like on a holiday. It was night. The moon was bright.
I tried to buy something with Australian money, but they said, in fluent English, that I can't use that. "There is an ATM near the international banking shop around the other side of town."
The town was elevated, so you can fall off the edges. I tried to go around the other side, but the area got darker, and more isolated.
There were no people at this part of town, it looked like an abandoned carnival.
Pretty creepy. I could still hear the busy marketplace I was just at.

I went further along, and there were small abandoned houses. I just decided to go back to the marketplace, and my parents.

I woke up.

Then tried to sleep again.

I was back in the marketplace, but in a 2-storey building. Sunrise in the frosty town. Sitting at a window, looking out over where my parents were standing at ground level.
I was half-asleep, thinking how much I wanted to meet someone in the dream, and I was calling out to my friend LostInLA to come sit here with me, but I was woken again.

Very long, and convoluted dream.

June 20, 2011
Unshifting first person perspective


Lots of earlier dreams I don't remember.

Compass directions are abbreviated and in parentheses.
Location details:
Some places there's snow, and some places there's grass.
I'm standing on an asphalt road of sorts. Behind me (e), it dips down and a little south and becomes a parking lot in front of a recreation center. To the left (s), it becomes a gravel road with a chain-link fence on its right (w) side. On the other side of the fence is a field of some sort of short, green plant. Maybe alfalfa.
In front of me (w), the road goes off into the distance. On its right (n) side is a rise, on which is a cottage. On the left (s) side is a pavilion about 20x20 and 30 feet away. Next to that is another chain-link fence running east to west with a pipeline behind it. Next to that is ANOTHER chain link fence, which meets the one running along the road to my left (s) at the corner of the field.
The Subaru dad drove us here in (apparently) is parked by the pavilion.

I walk over between the two east-to-west fences and notice that the snow around the pipeline is packed down hard by innumerable footprints. Not bootprints, but footprints. This startles me for a minute, yet somehow I know that the footprints come from a boyscout hike. My dad (where did he come from?) walks over to me and say "You know they" and used some term I can't recall to say that the boy scouts hiked in the snow nude to build resistance or something.
'Whatever' I thought to myself.
We walk/run along the north fence and around the pavilion, and when we get back on the road, it's night. Dad goes over to where he parked the car and can't find it for a minute because it's now buried under a snow drift, even though the road doesn't have a spot of snow on it. As he's brushing it off, RD, a friend from 5th grade, rushes past me, down the hill, and into the rec center. I call to her as she's running, but she can't hear me. Dad comes back over and asks if that was RD, and I confirm that. He wonders (as I do) why she is there (and I didn't do an RC), until she comes back out of the building, walking quickly. I call out to her, and this time she notices me and stops. I ask if I can come with her, and she considers it, but I wake up before she can answer.

It was winter and I was looking for something in the snow in front of my house with my brothers. A car turned the corner and hit my youngest brother. I panicked and went to check on him (the owner of the car drove away). He was missing. Me and my other brother checked the mounds of snow to see if he landed in there. I was so afraid. I saw my uncle's house. I ran around to the back and up a ramp to a deck (it definitely didn't look like thier house at all, and it was across from mine). There were a lot of people over. My uncle was sitting on a chair by the ramp. I told him my little brother got hit by a car. He didn't say anything. I ran to my aunt and told her. She told me to stop bothering her while she had company over. This made me snap. I picked up a huge pile of snow and launched it at her. I ran back to my house to see if my other brother found him yet. He was inside, on the computer and his friend was over. I couldn't believe it. No one cared that he got hit by a car.

1. I forget under what circumstances it happens, but I do the nose pinch reality check and realize that I'm dreaming. I do the standard hand rub to stabilize, then see a window to the side of me. I have nothing better in mind, so I jump through it with ease and emerge on the other side into a winter scene. I start to fly and surge upwards through a cloud of snow. I realize that it's really rather cold, so I focus and summon a pair of gray wool pants. They appear in my hands with proper texture, and when I put them on they feel very soft and warm. I think about going into space, and as I look around I see a balloon ship. I fly over to it and fire up its engines, continuing to rise all the time. I try to change my clothes into a spacesuit, but I feel myself losing control...

I false awaken, and emerge into a scene where my mom and I are baking, with flour strewn everywhere. I ask nonchalantly if she was in the previous dream, and she responds that she's skilled enough to manage her own control. I talk excitedly about the concept of shared dreaming, admitting that it's probably "metaphysical bullshit."

2. I'm with some girl in a room that seems almost like a temple. Around a central altar, where we both are laying, are twelve pillars that correspond to the signs of the zodiac. She is initially very aggressive and defiant, but I calm her down and it seems like we go through a relationship in superfast motion with stages informed by zodiac signs.

3. I'm playing a game of hide and seek (using parkour to maneuver) on the Havana map of Call of Duty. My team has my brother and a couple of professional wrestlers, while my mom's team has her old friends. I eventually manage to track their last team member down and deliver the tag in a room from my own house.

DJ Log: July 1, 2011 – 7:45AM (USA Eastern)
Text color legend: · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

I am at a house party, hanging out and talking with several DV members. Some of the members I recognize from the Post photos of yourself forum, others have name tags on. SaMaster14, Jeff777, Ninja, Auron, Zhaylin, Keresztanya, Dannon, Moongrass, Tara, Slash, buriedmonsters, no-Name, limitless, Oneironaut, and many others are here, hanging out in several small groups, talking and such. There is a huge banner hanging on the side of the deck that has the top banner image from the DV site on it.

Everybody brought some kind of food to put on the tables on the deck, but there is snow on the steps. It seems odd that there is snow on the ground when the weather is so warm, but I grab a leaf blower and start to blow the snow off the steps and sidewalk. After blowing snow for a bit, someone I don't recognize comes up to me and starts talking to me. I turn off the leaf blower and she asks, “Can you hear me?” I reply, “Of course not.”

I put down the leaf blower and run up the steps with a few people following me. There are no tables on the deck, but there is a huge hot tub. I turn around and say, “No chemical bath for me!” then I jump off the deck and run off into the woods. As I am running, I wake up.

I was at a installation in the Arctic, and snow and icy wind blew everywhere. Me, some of my family(most of them weren't really in my family) and the people who ran the installation were the only people there. Or so we thought. Zombies start appearing and attack most of the workers, those who survived grab guns and armor and helped me fight them off. No matter how many we killed though, they just kept coming. I run all around the place trying to kill them, and at one point me and another guy are on top of a rock that was part of the base near the edge(i couldn't see the bottom). And 2 zombies come in a Warthog(from Halo 3) and start climbing up. We shoot them off before they reach us but then more start coming from the side. There were 3 of them, but they were super mutants(looked like Nightkin from Fallout: New Vegas) instead of zombies. We take them out right as they got to the top of the rock. I run around some more and find a part of the facility that nobody is at. I go in and its kind of dark, but i can see well enough to walk around. I find nothing of interest though and head back. On my way back, I see a light, and its one of the guys who used to be on patrol. He still was, but he was a super mutant now. I tried to hide in time, but i couldn't move quick enough. He spotted me, and i put my hands up and turn around. He approaches kind of slowly but I see behind him like a dozen men(or zombies, i don't know). Then I woke up. I forgot some stuff and the dream was very long, but most of the rest of it was just fighting off zombies.

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Again, just snippets, and I'm not sure if I got them in the right order or not. Well, now that I am writing out the snippets, they're a bit longer than snippets.


Sleep. I am in the washroom at my house. I flash to the bus station at my mall and remember having a character in a Rock Band game, but I cannot remember her username or password. A screen appears in front of me (covering most of my vision) and says it is “Leopold12” (or something along those lines― I don't quite remember it clearly). Then, I appear back in the bathroom and my mom calls me from my room, asking me to sort through some pills. I tell her that some of them are beads; however, I do my best to find their pill containers (that is to say, I don't find any pill containers with a match).

Once in the bathroom again, I remember looking at the toilet and wondering what sort of monster could bear to live in a toilet, for it would be unpleasant to have control of any of the five senses.

Then I return to my room, and the radio is on, telling me about a trivia world championship hosted by my current English teacher. One of my friends, Joe, and his parents are on that team, and they will be flying to a city in the north end of Japan

Sometime after this, I am a round puffball. I am either red, yellow, or green ― I cannot remember ― and I am rolling down a snowy ski slope with two other puffballs (who are each the colours that I am not). We dislike moguls because they make us bounce and we don't like big falls. After hitting a bump and going flying, we're on the final stretch. However, the snow has melted here and it's all slushy, and I have to run instead. One of the puffballs races ahead of me, saying something about a Hazara*, and then the second one passes me just at the finish line, so I lose.

Afterwards, I think I'm human again. I'm told that I've spent too much time on leisure and that there is going to be a “work dollop,” or something like that. It's hard to hear this man, because he speaks like there was gloop in his mouth. He and this other man have a discussion about whether education hours and leisure hours can be combined; for example, one might like reading for pleasure, and reading is educational. Gloop Man disagrees, saying that reading is bad and that it should be discouraged as much as possible.

Then I am flipping through Fahrenheit 451**, trying to find Gloop's words to use as a quotation in my ISU project, but I can't find it. Wake.


*I'm reading The Kite Runner in school, so this isn't entirely random
** Another book I am reading for school

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was possibly in a classroom. All the desks were arranged in a circle. The room was lit with kind of dull, greenish, fluorescent light. The class or meeting had ended, and everybody was headed out of the room. The room was empty as I left it.

There was a boy somewhere behind me. He was blonde, well-groomed, with a kind of effeminate bearing and voice. He had said something in class, and now he asked me, "Was I rude when I said that?"

I wanted to say yes, but I thought that would be wrong. So I said, "Well, you work so hard that nobody would think you were just plain rude. But people might think you were defensive."

Dream #2

I was walking along a sidewalk in a residential part of town. It was a sunny day, but there was snow on the ground. The snow had been cleared from the sidewalks and streets, but it was still piled up around the curbs and the grassy areas between the sidewalks and curbs. The snow piles were all wet and slushy from the sun.

I was apparently heading to a dance class (?). But, as I crossed a street and then walked past a glass-walled bus stop, I felt a bad headache and decided not to go to class. The headache was like a hard, concrete-like feeling in the back of my head. My eyes also felt sunken in, and I had a real drop in energy.

But I also felt like if I didn't go to dance class I would teach my teachers and classmates a lesson, as if they had done something to insult me and now I was paying them back.

I was apparently walking a few blocks, up a mild slope, to a train stop, possibly for one of the red trains, maybe the 2-train. I walked past either a college campus with red brick buikdings or a block of very nice, red-brick houses. There were tall trees shading the sidewalks.

A couple of tall, young, beautiful people were walking close behind me. The neighborhood may actually have been moderately busy with people overall. The people were joking about something they had done to a friend or colleague of theirs. They had taken something of his. When he got upset about it, they wondered why he could be so sensitive.

I passed another (or the same?) glass-walled bus stop. I now had in my left hand two bags from fast food restaurants. The first bag was from Dunkin' Donuts. It was a coffee. The second bag was from somewhere else. It was food, maybe even a donut.

I was getting close to the subway station. But suddenly I was in a vehicle like a big minivan. I was in the van with a few other people who acted or looked like subway passengers. The van was driving down concrete ramps that looked somewhat like ramps connecting different platforms in a subway station.

We kept going down. The area we were driving through looked like a mix between a subway station and a mall. There were stores like department stores and drug stores all through the corridors.

A big, muscular, kind of pale, white man who looked like a soldier sat somewhere across from me. But he also seemed, at times, to be driving this vehicle.

He told me and a couple other passengers, "When I'm driving a train, and they tell me we have to be delayed, I let everybody know exactly what's going on. I tell them, we'll be here for 28 minutes, and I countdown, and so on. That way people know.

"Some people like to keep passengers in the dark about what's going on. I think dispatch does, too! But I don't. When people don't know what's going on, they feel like the train will never start running again."

The man stopped the vehicle. We were really deep down by now. I saw the subway train off to the left. The front of it had a side door, like for a semi truck, which was swung open. I understood that the man was going to conduct the train.

I jumped out the left side of the van, but I landed outside on the right side of the van. For some reason I was worried about whether I had jumped out fast enough. I thought if I was too slow, the soldier would be impatient with me.

The area down here was also like a mall, and there were a lot of people lounging around like they would in a mall. I saw two big drugstore-like stores, one of which may possibly have been a bookstore. I thought that I might need to go to the store before I got on the train.

Date: 08-04-10
Length: 2 Hours
Vividness: 8/10

I was in a house with some random people, including Dakota (my girlfriend), my family and I.
We went out to dinner and took the metro.

We got to the restaurant and took our seats.
My dad sat across and to the left of me.
Dakota went to ask some question to one of the waiters, but when the waiter answered the question, everyone around them screamed out "way to spoil the answer!"
While Dakota was gone, a random British boy sat next to my dad and started talking to him about girls.
A girl then sat down next to me and I got nervous because I thought she was coming on to me.
She left, and Sam Adams (a class mate), who I've known since 5th grade, sat next to me but left shortly after because she realized it was somebody else's seat.

Suddenly, I was watching a commercial, but it was as if I were in it.
It was talking about twins and their "guardian angel".
There was a rather fat boy on a bed, my mind kepy flashing on things in his room; two pairs of shoes, a pair of something else, another pair.
Pairs of everything, relating to some twins he was friends with, like he was made to serve them, or protect them.

-frenchblablabla

WAKING LIFE DREAMING LUCID
BOLD IF IT FEELS PARTICULARLY SIGNIFICANT

From the night before last
*This is a rough draft that I may or may not get around to cleaning up more*

There was a slow, tribal, quiet, calm quality to this dream, like the feel of winter. I felt more a part of everything, to the extent that my identity’s separation from the other people in the tribe was vague, as if I was all of them, except the young woman leading the horse.

One horse knew the way back to our yearly (sacred, I think) place. No humans knew. we all followed. the horse (Neil was his name?) was in front, without a person riding. someone walking besides him so that he would be able to lead. the person still held his reigns loosely. the rest of us on our horses. A very long trek, at least a day.

We realized we’d lost them. we sped up. Lots of deep snow around as we walked the trail. Then we went downhill a little and it felt like we were in another land. the trail disappeared. Widely spaced, tall trees. The snow looked like it had been blown in exceptional ways. So thin with large mottles on wide scalloped shaped indistinct paths on the ground, like when it is blown off the road and looks like mottled smoke. That magic feeling I get in dreams, where the beauty infuses me. We were there. Or very close. Still looking for the head horse and his companion. Searching, searching.

After a while of concerned searching, concentrating on which smoke-blown path felt right, I saw them coming down one of the paths toward us. The horse was hurt.

We went over to them and we saw how badly the horse was hurt. A wide gash to the bone in its front right thigh. Then I saw the leg was missing below. There was a metal plate inside the gash. The girl who had been leading him said she put it there for the horse to heal, but it wasn’t going to help, we knew. The horse had been given an antibiotic but that is not what we called it in the dream. We inspected the gash and went to touch the metal to pull it out so it could heal properly but the girl warned us that it was so painful and infected to the extent that the pain would make the horse go crazy. We understood and sat back, waiting for the antibiotic/pain medication to take effect so we could treat the horse. The horse’s leg had been severed completely (under where this deep gash was?) On reflection (though perhaps it was the calm quality to the dream) I/we felt sadness yet acceptance as well. Something of a treasure, sacred and deep, was potentially leaving us.

Dreaming
Awake

I was in my friends house and my friend woke up and we all laughed at him so he went out to the balcony, we followed him out then me and my cousin decided to build a robot, My cousin had all the materials but we just needed somewhere to build it, so we decided his garage. We were walking to his house and we met the biggest nerd in our school, he was wearing a big blue jacket and a top hat and we asked him to help us, He told us he could help and supply us with something to build on,we said we cant wheel it around the garage though I whipped out a spanner but it was a chainsaw and it cut me open, everything turned black

I woke up and I moved my arm to behind my head but didn't open my eyes and quickly realized it was a dream and I had just woke up, I tried to DEILD but it failed cos of my arm movement

I woke up in some land in my other cousins body in the future, everything was snowy and empty, and there was a man stuck on glass buss stop, he smashed through it and came over, I remember looking at him and realizing he was the only man who could read or write. I picked up a piece of blue lined paper from behind a fence and gave him it and asked him to spell my name (still in grahams body) and he spelt out Sam (my real name) but when he read it out he said graham.. I looked at the letters and everything started fading to white..

I was lying in my bed and I woke up in an awkward position and tried to stay still for a few minutes in attempt to DEILD, I guess i'd finished my REM completely as it was 1pm and time for me to get up so my DEILD didn't work

My dad and I are in a snow covered wooded area. I have a feeling we are on snowmobiles. To my left is a rusted 5m tall fence. Behind it is a sloped area void of trees with two 1m diameter rusted metal pipes on either side. I ask what they are for, and my dad says that they are for skiing. I ask how to ski, and we continue on our way. (dream skips) I am at the starting line for a skiing race. It is dusk. I get 2 practice runs before I have to start. The entire course is very short. Before I start each time I have to stand behind the starting line, throw a ball forward, and then begin. I do my two practice runs, and when I do the actual one (I'm racing a girl named T) I drop the ball. The thing starts and when I finally pick up the ball, she's ahead if me. I catch up and it's neck to neck, but at the last second, she pulls ahead and we enter a green plastic tube. We continue in the tube, not racing now, but T will abruptly stop at times making me bump into her, and makes me a bit annoyed. The tube is weird and slants at times at impossible angles, and suddenly drops into tubes below. (dream skips)

I was in school in the music department and I overheard a classmate talking about how he woke up went and got a drink then woke up again for real, I explained to him that this was a false awakening then he climbed out the window and got in the back of a van.
My teacher came and started beating me with a big stick and said i had to prepare for my exam which is in a minute, she gave me my guitar piece I had to learn and it had 'V' and 'X' chords in it, i sight read most of it but couldn't do them, so snuck out of school and decided to go to my local boxing gym, that is 10 miles from the school, i got outside and started walking and it all of a sudden became a snow storm and i kept on walking, even though the snow was nearly as deep as me. I ended up at my cousins house where he was having a party, but i decided to go to the gym instead, i walked for a minute but turned round and went back to my own house and went on the computer to learn my guitar.

I'm somewhere in Asia, I get the feeling it's Japan. I am driving around in my boyfriend's white corvette. It's kind of an old school model but he's put a black light under it. I'm driving in the snow on some sort of hilly or mountain area, and the car is all over the road, mostly out of control. I notice that I have next to no fuel left.

When I get home I immediately get into a fight with my flatmates, about some task we are supposed to do. It's something to do with making small doll's faces/heads. I freak out on them all and stomp off to the bathroom to wash my hands. I suddenly notice my hands, and stare at my fingertips, which look completely normal except for a lot of dark scratches on the fingertips.

The shower door to my right opens and and a girl is there, giving me a dirty look. I try to explain that I didn't know she was there, then bend down to splash some water on my face. She and her wheelchair bound boyfriend jump out of the shower and run giggling into the living room to put on their pants in front of the other flatmates. I call them hypocrites.

Flash forward to return of my boyfriend (an Asian guy I have never seen before). We're fighting outside the Flat, on the street. I'm complaining about my situation, telling him he's gone to America to bed blond bimbos while I am left here to suffer. He says it's not true, then looks guilty as I point out the lipstick on his collar. He changes the subject by laughing at me that I only have 70 cents of fuel in the car. I demand he come back and help me get better connected to get a better job and place to live. I know no one there. I came there for him. He says I should work as a cleaning lady, and I ask him if that's all I am worth.