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    1. sad and scared

      by , 12-01-2016 at 06:18 PM
      D1 - I awake in a room where the light is just coming in through the window, dawn. I am being held by a small smiling child but his father and other mini hims (lol) are in the bed. And so I tell him to cuddle his father instead.
      I go to find a toilet but when I get there I find it is all glass and there are some people sleeping just outside from the night before. They awake and are hostile as they are poor and think i am rich person living in this big house. They turn on all the water systems for a load of swimming pools. There is loud crashing roaring sound as water pours through pipes. People are starting to gather in the pools as I head back. I feel trapped by the sound. (I have learnt it is my fear of my emotions crashing out of control and escaping).
      I am lost and don't know which way is back in the white corridors which have doors and lead through kitchens and things. I try to change the dream. But when I change it its no good as I don't believe the dream any more,
      I know its a dream and it just all stops. The dc just looks at me, as if to say ok dream over.

      D2 - I am looking through the eyes of a half human half doll with crazy hair, I am looking at the audience who are watching the show. I am expected to do the next show, but i am a fake even with the hair and costume. I feel a fraud and I cant carry it off.

      D3 - At work I am in a study room with college students, I make jokes and then realise I am a teacher and shouldn't be there. I leave but am wearing the wrong clothes and have no idea where i should be teaching. I am embarrassed and scared.
      next I am in some woods with a stream running through it. It is freezing and dark. A student is spending time doing a research project studying the fish.
      I walk past and out onto a path lined with trees, overlooking a scrubby cut wheat field. There are children there and I feel embarrassed but cannot contain myself any long and start to sob uncontrollably.

      Strangely on waking I feel a little better for having cried in my dream.
      Tags: cry, doll, fake, study, teach, work
      Categories
      non-lucid
    2. #199: Study / Party stuff / Sceptre / Lucids

      by , 08-26-2016 at 04:27 AM
      Study
      I'm with a group of friends. We're on the streets somewhere in Indonesia, running somewhere. I lose my flip flops a few times. I don't pay too much attention to it, though when I find the exact same flip flops a bit further down the road, I slide them on.

      We've arrived at a study centre now. I have an exam I desperately need to study for. I decide to leave my phone and my wallet in my bag. I know my bag is unattended, but if I take my phone with me, I'll just get distracted. My Macbook is supposedly on the table, though disassembled somewhat and totally misshapen. The keyboard is huge. The very annoying mom of a girl I know tries to assist me somehow. After this, I go into a study area.


      Party stuff
      I'm with a big group of people. There's a teenage girl who took 1 drink and already disappeared into the bathroom, presumably to throw up. One of my friends wants to help her, cause she is the little sister of a friend.

      I'm the assistent to a DJ. I just stand beside her, looking freaking useless, while she does all the actual DJ work. She's spinning vinyl records, though she sucks. Her transitions are worthless. She eventually ends with the Pokemon themesong. I respond in a "really?" type of way, while the crowd loves it.

      My friend Lin is also present at this party and he's so drunk that he decides to pour beer straight out of the bottle into his ear. He then hits the ground. He falls down twice and you can see the blood splatter on the ground, from his head. I seat him in my friend San's car. I ask San if he can drive or if he is too drunk. He tells me he is too drunk. Ok, guess it will be Sven who will have to drive him to the hospital.

      The party is over. I walk off to some place to grab my bag with phone and wallet in it. I pass a girl walkling in the opposite direction. She is wearing a Spongebob outfit.


      Sceptre
      Scarlett Johansson (as Black Widow?) has to steal a sceptre from an evil god. The room in which this is in looks like it is in outer space. Scarlett has either the superpower or has been genetically modified to be able to be pierced by sceptres without dying. I think she's also able to teleport. The god is in a different room or building, flying somewhere. The moment Scarlett touches the sceptre, he knows and teleports to the room. I feel like it happens 3 times. The first time she gets stabbed in the stomach. The second time.. not sure. The third time the god has turned into a giant Deadpool and she is hanging on while he is flying.

      Woke up at 6am and stayed awake for about an hour, taking some notes and then mostly reading a book. Stayed in bed the whole time.

      Lucids
      I had a dream within a dream. Not sure what happened, but I decided I needed to perform an RC. I manage to push my fingers through the palm of my other hand. The dream never really becomes stable, because I don't properly take the time to stabilise. I keep performing the RC over and over in an attempt not to lose lucidity.

      I'm riding my motorcycle on one of the main roads in my city. I nearly get into a collision with an orange/red car, which approached from my right. We're good though. I take a left to the gas station. The line for the motorcycles is to the far left [it should be to the far right]. I put my motor on the standard. While looking down I notice that I'm wearing a necklace. Heh, necklace? I never wear a necklace.
      Hey! I perform the same RC again. Success. I'm a bit skeptical, because everything looks so real. Plus, I'm afraid to accept it given the circumstances. I am with my motor after all. I don't want to do anything stupid and find out I'm not dreaming. I perform the RC several times and each time it's a success, reinforcing my belief that this is really a dream. The sensation of my finger going through my palm is weird. I walk around while performing the RC. I remember there being a girl somewhere to the far right, next to a car. She was really pretty due to her eyes, though I know it's due to coloured contacts. I still want to see her again though. She's in the car right now.

      I wake up in a different bed and a different room than usual. I perform the same RC again and I become lucid again. My mind is not completely clear I guess, cause I'm worried about how my real body will react to my lucid activities, thinking of my real body as the body in this bed. It's as if I'm having a dream in a dream and both dreams are connected. I perform the same RC over and over. I also sort of whisper 'stabilise' throughout', cause I'm afraid of how my real body will respond. The first time I whisper stabilise, it reverberates throughout the dream as a shockwave. I don't know if the other times had much effect. I think for a second what to do. Waterball? No, I lost that challenge already. Summon someone. Summon who? Nina. Instead of willing her to just be in the room, I decide to look at the door which is straight in front of me [I'm still in bed]. It's a brown wooden door and quite solid looking. I will it to open and for Nina to be behind it. It takes a few seconds before the door starts to move, but eventually it swings open. The area behind it is quite dark and I can't really see that much. I haven't been able to make Nina appear yet, though I can see that something is beginning to form in the dark.
    3. Living Dead Girl and the Snowy River

      by , 09-17-2014 at 04:35 PM (Schmaven's Dream Journal of Randomness)
      I am playing Dwarf Fortress, and mix with the game a little as I micro-manage the Dwarves to build an epic tower defense style entrance to their underground Fortress. It should be impenetrable! But I have to meet my friend A for coffee before I go to work.

      I drive to the coffee shop on the North end of town in a white pickup truck, keenly aware that I don't have much time before I have to go to work, in the opposite part of town. I don't see her as I arrive, so I park in one of the open spaces and get out. There are little Dwarves around me, and a large wooden post next to the truck. I tie the truck to it with a rope as the Dwarves climb over the rope, the post, and the truck. Seems normal. Then the truck next to mind pulls away, and gets stuck on something, pivots substantially, and puts a big dent in the side of my truck.

      Ignoring the dent, I still don't see any sign of my friend, so I go into the coffee shop. Immediately, some people ask me to participate in a study. I recognize most of them from when I was involved in the same study earlier. I was an auditor, checking in on their work, and never found out exactly what it was they were doing. Out of curiosity, I agree to participate. I thought I saw needle marks on some of the other participants, even though no needles were involved, so it seems like they have something to hide.

      Assuring me that they just need to do a couple blood tests, a strong guy literally picks me up off the ground by my left arm and carries me down the hall. I would've walked, so I let him carry me. Then I suspect that perhaps the reason for this treatment is because what they are going to do to me should make me want to run away. I struggle to break free, but he is ridiculously strong. All my struggling has puffed out my arm veins. He stabs a big needle into my main bicep vein, and quickly draws blood out of me. I conclude that this all was just a very efficient method to get blood samples, and I relax.

      I overhear a few scientists talking about one girl who they gave an injection to earlier. She has turned into some sort of monster, and is very dangerous. They have her barricaded in one of the lower levels of this building, about two floors below us. They then tell me that as part of this study, I must feed her, and they hand me a brown tray with a few unappealing plates of food on it. Apparently, she has killed all the guards, and everyone else who has gone near her. Great...

      Making my way down to her floor, through some sturdy doors, and down some big stairways, I see her at the end of an abandoned hallway. Several open rooms are on either side of the hall, with no one in them. Some doors open, some closed. Blood, debris, and trash is strewn all over the floor and walls. It looks like a massacre. ...Quietly, I walk up to her from behind as she is hunched over a dead guy wearing a white lab coat. It looks like she's eating his flesh. I poke her gently in the back with the food tray to get her attention. With twitchy reflexes, she turns to face me abruptly, her cheeks and mouth covered in blood and weird black slime. Letting out a low growl, she begins to turn her body to face me as well as if she's getting ready to pounce like a cat. Basically, she's one of those scary fast zombies now...

      Dropping the tray at her feet, I turn and run as hard as I can down the hall back the way I came. I hear her approach, but don't dare look back as even the slightest hesitation might be the edge she needs to catch me. I dart to my right into an open room, and close the door, locking it faster than I thought possible. A sturdy wooden door, with a very narrow window, I feel safe now.

      Smashing the door right through the frame, she jumps into the room after me. I back away, and jump over a bed, putting it between her and I. She slowly walks up toward me, and climbs onto the bed. Laying down on her side facing me, she begins to speak normally. She tells me of how she no longer needs to have sex to reproduce. Having been discouraged by many males' eagerness to have sex, and concerned about that, she gave it up in favor of killing people to reproduce instead. Somehow it works for her. Almost on queue, I jizz in my pants. Yes, just like that SNL skit... "Well, now I especially am in the position to get killed by her!" I think, as I try to stay on my feet.

      I put my hand on her shoulder to comfort her, and am teleported to a river in the middle of the night. I am positioned precariously on a steep snow bank, that is rapidly being dissolved into this raging river. I try to climb out, but the snow is too wet and slides down the bank, nearly taking me into the river with it. It all turns to slush around me.

      With a few steps, I leap across the 10 ft river, onto the opposite snow bank that looks like its in better shape, and try to climb out of that side. The top of this one is crusty snow, and large chunks of it break off, falling over my head as I try not to fall with them into the frigid rapids right behind me. However, I have no other choice but to try, so I make another leap for the edge, only to have it break away, sending me falling backwards into the river.

      Now looking down on the river from up in the sky, I see that I have died, and my body is being carried by the currents downstream. I watch as it floats along. Then it is carried to a Dwarven Fortress that is harnessing the water for some sort of industry. They fish my body out of the water and pass it to the medics to see if they can revive me. I watch as they try, and then conclude that I have died.

      I re-materialize in front of the coffee shop again, having just parked the truck. This time there is a parrot on the post that I have tied the truck to. The parrot criticizes me on many levels. The parrot seems to have been emboldened by being let out of its cage. I let it criticize me, not really caring, because soon I must deal with the demon girl. I warn the parrot of this girl, and how the parrot himself should be careful - as she is very quick. I perceive images in my mind of the girl transforming into her demon form after being a cat, then a demon cat, in various stages of development.

      I realize that time is not linear as we normally perceive it, and get in the truck to drive to work.
    4. My beautiful bay area.

      by , 08-25-2012 at 09:04 AM (Zechariah's Dream Journal)
      Entry #1

      I was walking down a sidewalk that lead all the way around a large circular bay. The area was an industrious kind, with average sized sky scrapers and corperation buildings. The immediate view made the dream what it turned out to be.
      I knew I was in my head, but this place was too serene and beautiful to lose any surreal value. Lifting up in the air, I looked around to see a cruise ship docked in the water bellow me, and I decided to warm up with the simpler push and pull movements. I reached my hand towards the ship to direct of movement and it began to slide forward and gain speed- all until it crashed on the other side of the bay, shattering a wooden dock and part of the sidewalk it was connected to. So I flew over the clearest of layered waters I’ve seen first hand, towards a building that needed to be changed, all the while trying to figure how I was going to change it, and attempting to convince myself I already knew how to change it.
      Because of the amplified thought process dreams bring, if you find a reason to believe that you are already capable of accomplishing a certain feat, you’ll be suprised at what revalations you might have in the mechanics of getting it done. Is that an answer to induction of revelation?- and is it the entrance to a unlocking a larger percentage of the brain mass we don’t consciously use?
    5. My beautiful bay area.

      by , 08-25-2012 at 09:04 AM (Zechariah's Dream Journal)
      Entry #1

      I was walking down a sidewalk that lead all the way around a large circular bay. The area was an industrious kind, with average sized sky scrapers and corperation buildings. The immediate view made the dream what it turned out to be.
      I knew I was in my head, but this place was too serene and beautiful to lose any surreal value. Lifting up in the air, I looked around to see a cruise ship docked in the water bellow me, and I decided to warm up with the simpler push and pull movements. I reached my hand towards the ship to direct of movement and it began to slide forward and gain speed- all until it crashed on the other side of the bay, shattering a wooden dock and part of the sidewalk it was connected to. So I flew over the clearest of layered waters I’ve seen first hand, towards a building that needed to be changed, all the while trying to figure how I was going to change it, and attempting to convince myself I already knew how to change it.
      Because of the amplified thought process dreams bring, if you find a reason to believe that you are already capable of accomplishing a certain feat, you’ll be suprised at what revalations you might have in the mechanics of getting it done. Is that an answer to induction of revelation?- and is it the entrance to a unlocking a larger percentage of the brain mass we don’t consciously use?
    6. Satan's Bible Study

      by , 12-09-2011 at 09:14 AM
      Had this dream around the age of 5 or 6 I'm guessing, no later than seven.

      I walk up steps to my family's double wide trailer (we actually lived in a 3 bedroom house. Friggin dreams), open up the screen door only because the main door was swung wide already, and Satan is sitting in the middle of the sofa next to my mom on his right while my father was in his chair. This Satan looked like a red man with horns and long talons on his fingertips, the typical Looney Toons version. Some other people were over for an apparent bible study session that I had just walked into the middle of, my mother the current one with said book in hands. All the other seats are taken, Satan makes a motion to sit next to him, my mom waits for me to sit down. As soon as I take my seat two things happen: 1. my mother continues with whatever passage she was reading before I walked in and 2. Satan began digging his index talon into the middle of my back, twisting it, turning it and making circles. I feel it like a nail, not sharp enough to break skin, just enough to push into the nerves. For an idea of the pain just take your thumb and dig as hard as you can into your back, using the rest of your hand for support, nail first. My immediate reaction is pushing my belly forward, trying to escape whatever was causing the pain. Doesn't work. I squirm, twist, writhe, the pain is there, constant, inescapable. This goes on while everyone else is completely oblivious to the situation, entranced as they were with the story my mom was reading.

      S'bout all I can remember.
      Categories
      non-lucid , nightmare
    7. LUCID: Forests, Ships, Chucky Cheese...

      by , 05-14-2011 at 08:53 PM
      4/22/11 (LUCID)

      I was hired for some job at a place where you basically work att a little kid's chucky cheese. in the end i was all dissapointed for not getting paid. it was in my house apparentlyy and not a single kid came in, I stayed on my computer the whole time. I also got a job at the airport, but the dream never picked uup on that. my dad did mention the he owed me 50 bucks for yardwork thouugh.

      I was in the parking lot later on with shanna and abby, and I saw Malachii in a car sleeping. I casually realized it was a dream and I wished that kurt cobain was here. He never showed up, despite me looking around for him. I eventually went camping, and abby and shanna wanted to chase each other around. I decided to just go along with the dream, not knowing what do do anyways. While i was doing this, I decided to study the dream. I noticed that abby and shanna's pants were always changing. They just kept chasing each other around the forest the whole dream, just doing the randomest shit and appearing in the randomist places. Eventualy we were on a ship doing the same thing, I was about to go on some mission then woke up.

      edit: 4/30/11 I'm glad i did this experiment, it taught me a lot about staying lucid, though it was almost a waste of a ld.