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    1. #79: Suits

      by , 01-29-2016 at 09:21 AM
      The setting for this dream is Suits. I am using my phone to send messages back and forth to a coworker. We're talking about someone who needs to be fired. I'm visiting a concert and right up until the moment the concert starts I'm sending messages. I don't wanna be rude to the friend that I'm with, so I stop it once the concert starts.

      During the concert there is an extremely annoying blonde girl who makes multiple attempts to steal my notes, which are on the table in front of me. It's a notepad, with one paper torn off of it. A lawyer that's on her side says it's not illegal for her to take the single paper. I'm very fed up with this and eventually I walk down to a couch where there is another lawyer and I manage to get everyone fired.

      I'm with Harvey and I'm playing the role of Mike. We're at the office. Jessica mentions giving Harvey a different office and apologises in advance for the small size. It turns out he is getting the office which is in the garden, which is quite spacious and amidst greenery. Still, he doesn't seem very thrilled.

      We're walking along and through a glass wall I see some paintings hanging on a regular wall. I consider going off script, as if everything was already planned out, and I tell Harvey that so much is fake these days, referring to the fact that at least 4 of these paintings are forgeries. We laugh about it.

      We're inside a building now, which is very spacious. We walk past Stevie Wonder playing an instrument which isn't the piano. The annoying girl from before starts singing along with him. He tells her to stop, saying that she isn't a singer. I can't help but feel some amusement about it.
    2. 7/1/14 - dead principle

      by , 07-01-2014 at 10:49 PM (Leaving the matrix)
      Me and my grandma are walking into a multipurpose room in a school, teachers stop us and tell us there is a funeral in there. We look in and see a huge casket and a crowd of suited people. My grandma asks someone standing against the wall who died, and they tell my grandma that the principle of the school died at 192. My grandma said she was shocked because she knew the man and he had being doing his secrets to live long. Then I see a flash back of him and the man only looks late 50's or early 60's. Then inside the room turns into outside at night with white lattice walls all around and we watch the rest of the funeral even though he's by the food laughing and talking with people.
    3. catching up.

      by , 11-11-2012 at 07:30 PM (Tales from the sun chaser.)
      I'm at my house and I'm and I feel something wiggling around in my ear. I reach in a pull out a worm that's about five inches long. It's dead when it comes out, and I drop it on the ground. I feel another one coming out out the other side. This one is still alive and I bit it half to kill it. Oh that taste was the worst thing I've ever experienced. It was like a combination of dish washing liquid spoiled milk and death. I started heading to the internet to out more on the worm.

      I was lucid last night, but the only thing I can remember is...oh wait....

      I was in some weird city, and it was ran by this gang I was apart of. We all wore suits except for the women. They dressed like total sluts with different coloured hair. I think the gang was lead by a female which I hit on...but it was more over the top than what I would normally do. She was wearing short white shorts a bikini top and she had bright raid hair. I was really turned on by her, and I directed her attention to my penis. She looks at it makes a comment about the pre cum that was building up around the tip. She said I wouldn't be able to last a minute with her. I told her it's on, and she can bet whatever. She told me that if I didn't, she would have me killed. I agreed, and the rest of the gang escorted me to a limo. We were driving around to another spot to have sex at. We got to this one place, and it was just crazy. There was some class going on, but it was separated. On my left were all European girls, and to the left American girls. The class was about seduction...what to do to turn guys on, so they were just going through the motions of what movements to do. They were all either wearing either bra/panty/stockings combos or slutty school girl out fits......my mind was blown. The gang was telling me "it was nice knowing you". And I told them that they're not going to kill me, because I'm going to have to wake up soon.
      Tags: costumes, dild, gang, suits
    4. First successful WILD

      by , 06-01-2012 at 01:41 PM (RommiH's Dream Journal (entries are not dated correctly. i am slowly transferring my DJ from my computer, to the one on DV))
      I wake up at 7:10 and attempt a WILD at 8 something. The dream:
      I am first laying in a bedroom that is not mine. I do not realize it is not my room in the dream though. I also think that I have managed an OBE not a lucid dream. Everything is motion blurred and seems to move in slow motion. Half of my vision is blocked by something. I try moving around in the room but its too hard. I close my eyes and hope for a new dream. I wait a few seconds and I experience a wave of vibrations. I decide it would be cool to enter a dream lifting weights. So in the darkness I move my arms as if I'm doing so. After a few seconds of this I am in the dream. I am in another room. It looks like an office of some sort. There is a lot of red. I am laying on a bed or couch lifting invisible weights. I am glad I'm still fully lucid. I get up and walk out of the room. I seem to be in the basement of some house. The floor planning is similar to one of my older houses in Kentucky. I see Hussien Hegazy from my class vacuuming. He is very absorbed in his floor cleaning. The vacuum has a bass guitar attached to it. Instead of the vacuum making a loud whooshing sound it plays breakdowns. DIGGUH DIGDIG DIGGUH. I love this! I walk up to him and say HEY! We shake hands.
      I ask him "Hey Hussein, how does it feel to be in a dream?"
      He says, "IT FEELS AWESOOOOME!"
      We then both go "YEAH!!" and high five each other hard.
      I begin to walk up a nearby set of stairs. Hussein follows. Now I am on the first floor. I look around. It looks much like a neighbors house I once visited. I then walk back down another flight of stairs yet I remain on the first floor. As I was walking down the stairs I think, Well since this is a dream, I should be able to just jump down the whole thing just fine. But it feels so real I think It'll hurt. So instead I jump down half. When I land i sort of slip and my heels bang against the last few stairs. It hurt. I think about how I just felt pain. I bang my heels some more against the floor. It hurts even more. I find it cool that I can feel pain in my dream. But now I sort of dread some experiences that will now be painful when I originally thought I wouldn't feel a thing. I see the front door to the house and I walk out now. Hussein is no longer with me. Outside is a suburban neighborhood. In front of the house are many men in suits. Some are lined up on each side of the driveway. There is also a line of men in the center of the driveway. Those men dont have heads. They are only suits standing. I dont know what to say to them.
      So I just say, HEY GUYS!"
      I start to walk to the street when a man asks me, "Wheres the money?"
      I reply with "What money?"
      He then says, "There is no money" in a very serious voice. I ignore him and keep walking to the street.
      There are tons of cars parked there so I jump over one to get to the street. Then next to the car I just jumped over is the man who asked for money that didn't exist. He pulls out a small leather bag. He unzips it, reaches in, and brings out two guns. One a pistol and the other a submachine gun. He tosses me the pistol. I think it is great that a DC handed me a gun, now the real fun begins. I am surprised to see the man point his gun at me. I worry that if I get shot the dream will end. I duck behind the car. I come back up and start to shoot at him. The gun, instead of firing bullets, launches these slow torpedo shaped objects. I miss him the first time but I am sure I hit him the last few shots. To my disadvantage, the gun is out of ammo. How lame, I think. I get sort of pissed at this point that I'm wasting my precious dream time with some annoying DC. I say to myself this is my dream and I should do whatever I want. I am about to will the dude out of existence when the dream ends.
      memorable , lucid
    5. Rainbow Slide & Suits

      by , 07-29-2011 at 09:35 PM (Starr's Dream Collection)

      This was definitely a weird one... It's the longest dream I've had for as long as I can remember, even longer than one of my more recent dreams, "Escaping Puppies", which was a pretty long dream. Bare with me, I'm trying to remember all of it.

      I've just left some sort of party or family get together. I have a false memory of recently being at my uncle's house or something. I'm driving a rusty old red pickup truck. (I can't drive yet IRL...permit soon, though!) I have basically no control over said truck and keep veering onto the sidewalk and onto people's lawns. Oops.

      Somehow, the car transforms into this red pogo stick. I ride the pogo stick down the street that I recognize as my best friend's street. I know where her house is from here, so I hop on over to it. I see my H (my BFF), her mom, and some random lady. They're all in exercise clothes, and it's obvious they were just working out. But they seem excited to see me. I realize they're building a bedroom in their front lawn for H's little brother, who I guess has transformed back into a baby. Okay then.

      I notice some letters from the alphabet, made out of wood and painted red, and attached to the side of their house. It's going to say "ABOUT", but they are missing the 'U' and the 'T'. H's mom and the random woman ask me and my brother (who came out of nowhere) to find the missing letters. There's a ton of the letters spread out on the neighbor's lawn so we start looking, but I cannot for the life of me find the missing letters.

      My brother does, though. And he's praised endlessly for doing so. They put up the remaining letters, but I don't have the heart to tell them they spelled "ABOUT" wrong. Now it just says "ABOIUT".


      I'm standing in my laundry room in my basement, alone. My sister, R, comes downstairs. She's really hyper and annoying (like she always is). She's jumping around. I'm annoyed. Why can't she just leave me alone? I tell her to go away. She does.

      I walk out of my laundry room and sit on the arm of the chair. R is back. She says, "Wanna see my secret passage way to get from the storage room to the laundry room?". I'm pretty sure she's just messing around, so I say "Sure, whatever." She walks off to the storage room and disappears. I hear noise from the ceiling, as if she was crawling through the air vents.

      Suddenly, she pops out of a cardboard box filled with stuffed animals. She startles me, and I throw a stuffed toy horse at her head. She laughs at me, and says "Tada! Now you try!". I relent and walk into the laundry room, where apparently there's another secret passageway. Now, it's not just me and my sister. Somehow, a ton of our friends are there too.

      So, I'm back in the laundry room, and I open the dryer. It's different, though. The door is on top of the dryer instead of on the front, and everything inside is still wet, so it isn't dried yet. I step inside. The first thing I notice is a ladybug Pillow Pet. I pick it up and say, "Oh, so that's where that went!". I don't own a Pillow Pet. Anyways, now I see an opening big enough for a person to slide through at the bottom of the dryer. Everyone around me is pressuring me to go through, so I do.

      Turns out, it's a slide. And it's the best slide ever. It's a full body slide, so it's like a tube. The walls of the slide are clear, but outside all I see is fog/mist. It's awesome, though, because the fog lights up different colors. It changes from pink to blue to red to green to purple, etc. I finally come out the other side, just to splash into a giant pool of water. It seems like I've fallen through a hole in the ice. Everyone that was just in the laundry room is there.

      I tell them how amazing it was, and they help me out of the water. I see penguins standing around. I have no clue where I am, but I don't care.

      Somehow, I make it upstairs to my dining room where my mom and her friend are sitting. I'm trying to tell my mom how awesome the slide in our basement is, but she doesn't know what I'm talking about. I show her a video on my phone that I apparently took whilst riding the slide. She begins to watch it, but it's actually a video of Jeff and Lester, two characters from the TV show Chuck, riding the slide. My mom looks appalled and says, "That's disgusting!". I turn to my mom's friend, just to notice that she took my iPod. She hacked my pass code and was messing with it. I take it back.

      I have an app where you can take notes, and she had changed the title to all those notes from whatever they originally were to "Kinda Sexual". Great. I'm mad at her, but she just laughs at me.
      (The sad part is, I can totally imagine her doing this in real life and I wouldn't put it past her. )

      Weee! Switch!

      I'm magically transported to this giant mall with lots of level and different stores. Somehow, I know I'm there for a hair appointment, so I find a hair salon and I sit down in a chair. A lady says she'll be there with me in a minute, I nod, and she walks off. I look to my left and see two other chairs with people in them. I'm kinda surprised by who I see.

      I don't know how many of you watch Suits, a new series on USA, but Mike and Harvey, the two main characters, are just sitting there.
      That's what I get for watching it right before I go to bed.

      Anyways, so we're all just sitting there. Mike and Harvey are acting surprisingly...hyper.

      And by hyper, I mean either drunk or high.

      It's so weird to see Harvey like that especially, and he keeps cracking up for no apparent reason. So, I guess we're all just sitting there, waiting for our hair appointments, but no one is helping us. Also, apparently, Mike and I are best friends, because I keep making references to inside jokes which both make us laugh so much our sides ache.

      At one point, Penelope Cruz walks up to us dressed as a nun, and she says "I'll cut your hair for you!" in a joking manner, then she's off. We all know she's actually on an undercover mission. (...)

      Then, all of our relatives start arriving, but I can't seem to see any of mine anywhere, until my grandma shows up. It's super crowded at the salon. A little while later, I realize that my family did arrive indeed, and they were standing on a big platform above us along with a ton of other people. There's a big flatscreen TV, and they're all watching it intently. Suddenly, a commercial comes on for a bag of deep-fried Oreos selling for $9.99. My brother and sister are super excited by this. As they should be.

      BAM! SWITCH!

      Somehow, I'm back at the bottom of the rainbow slide thing where it had been like an indoor Arctic type thing. I'm with my group of friends again when I notice a ski slope off in the distance. Skiing down the said hill is just a bunch of penguins from Club Penguin, a kid's social website thing. They have the usernames under them and everything.

      I'm extremely excited by this, because this means we can troll their website without actually being anywhere near a computer. I walk up to a group of penguins with my friends and we start circling them and harassing them, by dancing and making funny faces. We were all wearing these weird circle-ish sunglasses, I remember.

      The penguins ignore us and start mocking us instead, saying things like "Oh, you think you're so amazing, don't you?" and I remember replying with, "No, I know I'm amazing!" and continuing to dance.

      Well, that was the end of that dream. It was extremely strange, to say the least. I notice how I constantly dream of celebrities and/or TV and movie characters. I mean, I dream about my friends/family a lot, but celebs seem to be the constant main characters in my dream land.

      Uhh...I'm weird.
    6. Butterfly DNA

      by , 06-16-2011 at 05:09 AM (Dark_Merlin's Dream Journal)
      I was in some sort of trial, I had been bio-engineered to contain butterfly DNA, in the hopes that I could fly. I remember being in Port Macquarie, though my purpose there I'm not sure of. It was night, and I was on one of the higher levels of the resort, though the room didn't resemble anywhere I've ever been before. I could feel I was different, I could physically feel that if I learned to, I could fly, as though I had wings in my back.

      I have a fragment of being in a carpark, it was daytime. We were going to court, something about my modifications. I don't remember the first visit or anything that happened during it, it is all blank.

      I made the decision, I was going to have to learn to fly. I went to a field, long, stretching glass plains and tried to fly, but I failed. I needed to get my father to help me. My dad was in the loungeroom, with 3 other people. One was his business partner, the other my dentist, and I'm not sure on the 4th, but I believe he was old. They were all drunk, and relaxing in soft padded lounge chairs. It was late afternoon, and a soft, warm sunlight filled the room, but the atmosphere was still tense for me.
      "I'm going to learn to fly. I want to, all the hormones in my body are telling me I have to, there's no reason not to."
      They didn't seem as disturbed as I thought they were going to be, and I told them I would owe them a 6 pack for helping me.

      The dream skips, and I am in court again. Artificial lighting, lots of wooden furniture and walls. I believe I was being told that I wasn't allowed to learn to fly. All the people here wore suits, with extremely pale skin. One old man in particular glowed blue, and stared at me and hissed. They had some sort of paper shredder made out of spinning knives in a box.

      I wish I remembered more of this dream. I thought and felt as though I was in waking reality throughout the whole dream, and it was one of the most vivid dreams I've had in a long time. I could physically feel how I would use my wings, it's such a weird sensation and I can stir the feeling in waking life. The men in the suits have me confused, they had a very, very strong presence.
    7. The Funeral

      by , 05-30-2011 at 01:23 PM (Dark_Merlin's Dream Journal)
      I had to go to some kind of funeral with my family, and had to wear a suit. I remember not feeling as sad as I should have, and I felt like I would be judged about it. Dad specifically got me a new black 'waxed' tie, (waterproof?) but apparently it was a 'die of death', and that was the impression people got (fits funeral theme?).

      I remember seeing my ex girlfriend Chelsea, who I haven't dreamed about in a couple of weeks. We were friends, apparently, and I made a reference to how long it had been since we'd talked and bumped her. She seemed quite happy. When this happened, I was walking through a parking lot, I think to leave the funeral. It reminded me a lot of a shopping centre carpark, but surrounded by green forest on all sides. I kept talking to my dad and family as we walked. I remember seeing my other ex, Jemima in the back of a 4wd, but the boot door had been replaced with a window. She was in a small pink room, surrounded by candles, with one of the old style lightbulbs, and posters on the wall. I don't remember the expression on her face, but she radiated some sort of feeling, because I clearly remember this moment.

      As we left, I walked down a small path, and ended up on a grassy path through the jungle, a lot like my friend's back yard but with more 'jungle'. I ran into Jeremy & Cameron, and we talked. Jeremy had just got a new suit, it was really nice. Cameron was wearing his shiny suit. I don't remember what I said to them. Cameron was on Jeremy's left, and I approached from Cameron's side (or the other way around, I'm not sure.)
    8. 2011-03-15 | nonlucid

      by , 03-16-2011 at 04:09 PM (Short Stories with Tragic Endings)
      I am in a house, no lights are on. I am with some friends and I have digital
      files for the PS2 game, Armored Core. I go downstairs and some friend, my
      brother and I are all playing Armored Core 4.The friend had deletes my data
      or mods or whatever I have to sabotage me but I had them on a flash drive so
      I still have them. My dad then walks in and says something I don't remember.
      We then start watching a movie. After a while, the dream changes to more of
      a half-lit rec-room scene. There are three people now, the friend, my brother
      and someone else. They are wearing black suits with leis. I am looking at the
      friend and it is almost like a character select in a game. His head, hands, and
      feet have PlayStation buttons superimposed over them like I am selecting
      button assignments. A short while later,
      the dream ends.
    9. Mzzkc's Mind Games

      by , 09-30-2010 at 07:16 PM (Mzzkc's Mind Games)
      Septemeber Basic ToTM Completion (DILD)

      Two people of questionable intent and origin accosted me after I went lucid. Here to ensure I kept my end of the bargain (which I made in my last lucid with some dude while everything was destabilizing), they began their tests. For my first "lesson," they escorted me to an elevator, and the woman stepped inside. Then they took my body away.

      Left with nothing but a single perspective and my consciousness, my first task was to maneuver my way in front of the elevator with no legs, no feet, no physical self whatsoever. Great. Using miniature jumps in perspective, similar to teleportation, I was eventually able to work my way into position. The woman inside smiled as the elevator doors closed in front of me. Erm, I thought, as I easily opened them with a burst of will, wiping the smile from her face. My body was returned to me.

      With all of us now inside, the man in their pair informed me my next test will be one on movement. As the elevator rose up, my sense of gravity in relation to the floor started gyrating. It threw me off balance for a moment, but I quickly positioned myself in the center of the elevator and began methodically twirling about, adjusting my footing as the spinning continued. The suited pair, standing off in the leftmost rear corner, was not amused. "What?" I state, "This is normal elevator behavior for me."

      The elevator doors opened, and we made our way out into some kind of. . . social gathering? Well-dressed adults sat at benches and tables, while equally well-dressed children frolicked about the well-lit skylight room. Sure enough, they had another task lined up for me. . .