All DJ Entries

Phase 1 non lucid- Ghosts in a supermarket, one looks like a red clad assassain, the other was a golem (or was it me?). A chase ensued between the ghosts and 2 agents that were after them.

Phase 2 non lucid- Brother was about to set off some fire works once we got of the garage, the garage somehow stretched and he blew off some bottle rockets inside on mistake. We tried kicking the box of fireworks outside, but instead it landed right by a rack stacked with the same firework boxes, me and Brett tried removing the boxes that were being lit, but they kept on lighting, but not entirely.

Phase 3 non lucid- At a party for my moms friend pam. The scene is surreal; the sky was purple, there was talk of giant chicken noodle soup being served and a huge foaming or bubbling water slide i ended up going down it.

I'm at the movie theaters by myself, and I decide to use the "hey are you guys hiring?" line on the girl who's taking tickets since she has this extra friendly look on her face. She tells me to head back to a certain place to go apply, and when I started heading back, and another girl told me to follow her. We headed upstairs and there was this huge arcade, and I was saying "so this is where are the arcade games went". There were also flat screen tvs on some of the walls and they were playing old movies for free. The concession stand was right next all of this. I thought this would be the most amazing spot to work.

Anyway, we continued on, and I found myself in a supermarket setting. The girl was no longer there, and she told me that I needed to pick up a form for "crystal", and she also said "don't forget to come back up front for your free tickets". So I continued on, and finally got to a counter with a bunch of people surrounding it. There wasn't a direct line and i guess the girl at the counter knew who came when. I saw T there, and she was with this guy who tried to bully me in Jr. High. I didn't say anything to them, because I was focused on getting a job.

The girl at the counter took the money from two other guys, and finally I was next. She had jet black hair, a white visor, and a super tight green shirt with white letters, and a black skirt. I asked her about the crystal form, and I don't even remember what she said...everything just went from flirty to sexual in less than a minute.

She's sitting beside me, and I'm playing with her, no panties or anything, and she's like "you might as well stick it in". I look around....TONS OF DCS. I said "you know what, I might as well". I got out of my seat and went between her legs and put it in. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head before she closed them, and I started pounding a way. She opened them again, and looked over and started panicking. She said her boss was approaching. I looked out the corner of my eye, and saw some tall guy in a tux, and just posed there, between her legs on my knees. We stared at each other for a moment while her boss passed us. She was trying so hard to keep a straight and normal face while I was still inside her. She then slammed her eye lids shut, and started grimacing again. I kept pounding her until the dream ended.

[Fragment] I'm in a grocery store, sitting at a disused checkout stand. The store has recently been rearranged so that the checkout stands that are actually being used are on the opposite side of the building, but the old ones were left in place.

I'm parking my Saturn [the car I had in Florida] in the parking lot of an Albertsons grocery store [none that I've ever been to in real life]. I notice that the temperature gauge on the car is maxed out [as it usually was in reality]. I think about how I have to make this car last all year because, in my situation, there's no other method of getting to work that will do. [In this dream,] I'm back in Florida for a second year.

When I went back to bed after having taken some handwritten notes on the above dream, I noticed that my body already felt heavy. I decided to roll with it and try to WILD. I had attempted to do so a few days before during an afternoon nap, and had gotten as far as one of my arms starting to go numb before my mom interrupted me with a question. This time, I succeeded, and to my surprise, it wasn't nearly as scary as I had thought it would be. My hypnagogic hallucinations consisted of a buzzing sound in my head that seemed to go on for a few minutes. Then it stopped, and a few seconds later, I find myself lying in my bed, looking around at my current bedroom. I immediately recognize the false awakening for what it is, since I had been expecting to be dreaming. I did it! I think excitedly.

None of the lights appear to be on, and yet I can see everything clearly. In other words, the room looks very much the way it does when early-morning sunlight is coming in through the window, and yet I'm aware that it's nighttime. I get out of bed and start walking out of the room. Just before I walk out the door, I do the nose-pinch RC just to verify what I already know, and for the cool experience. I can still breathe, which I still think is the neatest sensation.

I go out the door and walk down the hallway. This looks exactly like my real house. There's no one else around. As I pass by the door to P.'s room, I notice light coming from underneath it, but this is normal in our house, so I don't investigate. I go to the front door and open it. It's exactly like the real one, too; I even have to unlock the deadbolt on the screen door before I can open it and go outside.

I walk along the front walk. I notice that I'm wearing one of my summer nightshirts, the one with the teacups printed on it and the pocket in the front. It occurs to me that I could have stopped and gotten dressed if I had thought of it, but I didn't, and it doesn't matter anyway because this is a dream, so it's only natural for me to be wearing sleepwear. I'm not cold at all, though. [The strange part, which, of course, I didn't realize was strange until I'd woken up, was that I wasn't wearing that nightshirt in reality; I was wearing my new purple pajamas. It does get cold at night in the winter here, so I always wear pajamas in winter.]

The scenery outside my house looks just like reality, too. When I get to the driveway, I take off and fly in the way that I've learned to do it, by pushing gently off the ground with my legs and feet while thinking about initiating the act of flying. [The mental process involved is very similar to the mental process involved in starting my bicycle moving with that first push on the pedals, now that I think of it.] It works, but once again, once I get airborne, I immediately start getting pulled backward. I try to relax and let myself be pulled along, as before, but it seems I'm not being taken anywhere in particular. Then I hear a male voice that seems to come from the air around me, and yet sounds like it's coming through a radio speaker. It says something along the lines of, “If you always expect life to go the way you want it to go...” but doesn't finish the thought. I finish the thought with, “...you won't be able to control it?” [Hmm. Very interesting.] [Because, once again, I've forgotten to concentrate and pay attention to the scenery,] the dream fades and I wake up.

[This next dream is from my next sleep cycle on this same night. I'm adding this section on 1/15/11. I didn't have time to write all this out on the day I had the dream, but I did today.]

I'm watching a series of commercials and reading some poster-sized ads for kids' day camp programs at a chain of big, fancy hotels. There are two such programs: one is called “adventure camp” and features soccer, while the other is called “non-adventure camp” and features poetry and other non-athletic, creative activities.

Then, I'm at one of the big, fancy hotels, sitting on the floor in the lobby, leaning up against a wall. I use my laptop to log in to a game website, not Neopets but similar to it, that I've been to before. I wonder, Do I remember my password for this site? The login screen plays music. A lady comes by and asks me to go outside, where the music won't disrupt the quiet of the lobby, so I do. I go out to a wooden patio with several metal table-and-chair sets on it. There are people sitting at the tables and studying, though, so I press the Mute button on my laptop. I ask one of the girls on the patio if the chairs at her table are taken. She offers me a seat, and I take it. Another girl sees my laptop screen, and we have the following conversation:

Girl: Is yours a dragon?
Me: (after figuring out that she's talking about my pet on the site I'm logging on to) Yes, it's a silver dragon.
Girl: They know about it.
Me: Who?
Girl: Your 'rents.

I haven't told my parents about this site. They know about my Neopets account, but not my account on this site. I wonder about the girl, Are you my dream guide? but don't ask her. [Yes, I managed to think that without realizing that I was dreaming. I don't even know.]

Me: We don't get along very well right now. This is part of the reason.

I log in to my account anyway. The screen shows animation of the digital creatures on the site fighting each other by shooting beams of various things out of their mouths, like some Pokémon and Digimon do.

Enjoyed a lot of alcohol the evening before, so no recall for the first several hours. Then I had some REM rebound and recalled these short dreams. In bed for a total of 12 hours.

Chelsea Clinton Playing Lacrosse
0527: C. I have to write a report on Chelsea Clinton. I am looking at the wikipedia page, but I am upset because someone deliberately removed all the images. Later I realize that it's just a written essay and I don't need images. Then I'm watching a women's lacrosse game on TV and Chelsea is the star of one of the teams. Her team is up 7-2 and she gets taken out to rest. The other team scores two quick goals to make in 7-4. I think I'm watching with my father.

GTA in SAV, Hangover
0630: D. I'm stealing cars and escaping cops in SAV, like Grand Theft Auto. Not much recall.

False awakening that I totally missed. I'm in my own bedroom and I'm still drunk (day residue). Everything is really weird, but I account for it as drunk stuff I did last night. I'm under the bed comforter but not under the sheets. I get up. I'm wearing a heavy jacket and a pair of swim trunks. My bedroom door is wide open. The water in the bathtub is running. I walk into my closet to change. I see something in the corner of my eye to my right. I think maybe it's my own reflection in a mirror. I move, but it doesn't which freaks me out. Turns out to be Dave who was hiding in my closet.

Comedy Show, Wrong Page
0808: D. I'm at a Dane Cook show in New York. In the first part, he's in front of a small crowd. Then as part of the big opening, this small section of seats separates and moves down into a large theater. Dane Cook continues with his act but it's like a classroom and everyone is following along with books and notes. I don't know what page we're supposed to be on and I panic. There's a girl sitting to my left and one in front of me. I guess we are in a group. They are upset with me and trying to get me to the right page. As I flip through the book, it becomes my dream journal. This happens a few times. Now Dane wants someone to read aloud from the book. We are at the far right of the theater and there is a microphone nearby. The girl to my left is supposed to read but she has lost the page too. I am embarrassed.

Touch Football, Libido
0921 D. I'm with a group of people. I sense they are friends but I don't recognize anyone in particular. We are in a convenience store, goofing off. Running through the aisles and knocking things off the shelves. The employees are upset. Then we divide into two teams to play football (day residue) in the middle of the store. I'm on a team of another guy and a girl. The other team is 4 guys. I don't think that's fair.

We have the ball first. Me and the other guy on my team alternate as quarterback. We basically ignore the girl and just pass to each other. The first time I catch the ball, I turn and see the other team running toward me. I think, wait, we said touch football, right? Not tackle, I hope? It's touch football and no one gets hurt. My team is successfully driving down the "field". The endzone is the freezers at the end of the store. I get the ball, run to the freezers, open the door, and place the ball inside among the frozen pizzas and ice cream. We win!

At some point I become lucid. I'm still in the convenience store but no longer in the group of friends. I have no control and the dream is not very vivid. I just know that I'm dreaming and there's no consequences for whatever I do. So my libido takes the lead. Naturally, I look around for the nearest woman and tear her clothes off. She looks to be in her thirties but I'm not bothered. Her underwear turns out to be some rather scandalous light purple lingerie. I move in and kiss her but this narrows my field of vision. I close my eyes and the dream fades away.

Lucid Supermarket, Libido
1021: C. I'm in my car, driving at night. I'm hungry and stop at a supermarket to get something to eat. The supermarket claims to specialize in lucid dreaming. I think at one point the store is called Lucida Monica Market. Then later it is La Lucida Market. But it's in Culver City (day residue), not Santa Monica. Inside it looks like a typical supermarket. I search up and down the aisles for something to eat but nothing seems appetizing. There are quite a few DCs browsing the aisles and also way too many DCs behind the counters working. It seems like they are all staring at me, waiting for me to ask for help. I feel a bit paranoid and shy.

Then I come to the aisle that is supposedly for lucid dreaming. The signs above mark the sections with various lucid dreaming topics. The one I remember is "Expectations". But the items in this section are just a bunch of mirrors, knick-knacks, and craft supplies. I struggle to see exactly how this is relevant to lucid dreaming.

Once again, I'm bored and my mind turns to sex but I'm not lucid as in the previous dream. I scan around me for the nearest woman. Like the food, nothing seems particular appetizing, so I continue to wander for a woman. Before long, the dream fades.

(I only remember fragments)

In a supermarket with a boy with curly red hair.
Putting up posters of him.
Him being very happy.
Something happened to him, he died or left or something.

Key:
Non-Lucid, Lucid, Commentary/Notes, Hypnagogic Hallucinations
i Inner Awareness, a Action, f Form, c Context

Bloodbath Fragment

I was in a dingy bathroom. The walls were brown and the floor was tiled dark red. Everything was dirty and the lights were really dim. There was someone in a bath with attached shower. He was bleeding.

He was then on the floor, blood gushing from his head all over the place ( c ). There were several shades of blood ( f ). Someone else was there and remarked that people had multiple levels of blood in their bodies. The lighter and more saturated the colour of the the blood the less important and the darker and less saturated the more important ( c ). The blood gushing out of the man's head was getting darker and less saturated ( f ). The person commented again that if he lost any more he would die.

Ex-Con?

I was sitting at a table in an unfamiliar room ( c ). It was some kind of apartment with white walls. Also in the room were some other people, but I didn't recognise anyone except two old school friends, L and S ( c ). I was writing and there appeared to be some kind of lesson or lecture going on ( c ).

The next think I knew everyone is leaving. I walked out and found myself on a street walking in to a supermarket.

I found myself at the check out with several items. There was a man with me that I don't recognise ( c ). His eyes were very blue and he had dark brown hair. He was slightly taller than me and wearing a white top.

I was placing my items on the checkout. I remember there being some kind of unfamiliar green fruit or vegetable ( f ). Another man who was wearing a dark jacket picked up two of my items and stuffed them inside his jacket. I gestured to protest, but he gestured that I shouldn't, so I didn't ( a ).

I was rushing to pack the carrier bag, but the check out assistant was super fast ( a ). She quickly handed me a receipt and asked for £1.50. I could read the value clearly on the receipt. I took some change out of my pocket, but dropped it all over the check out ( a ). I scrambled around looking for the money. I picked up a £1 coin, two 20p coins and searched for a 10p coin, but couldn't find one so gave her two 5p coins. I felt very flustered.

I was then leaving the supermarket with the blue eyed man. We walked back towards the apartment and saw L and S going in the other direction. I waved and L waved back, but S just looked typically miserable. While walking back I got the sense we were in a foreign country, probably somewhere in Europe ( c ).

We reached the apartment. It had an external staircase so we ascended. Stopping at the door I remarked to the blue eyed man that I was a murderer! ( i,c ) He was shocked and just stood there. I invited him in and said that we should have a drink ( a ). I walked in to the apartment, not noticing the clear signs of a disturbance throughout.

I found a bottle of some kind of alcohol on the floor. It was open but full. Somehow it was lying on its side but the liquid did not flow out ( f ). I shouted to the man that we should have a drink ( a ). Only then did I start to become aware of the state of the place. Things were broken and knocked over. There was a dart in a red sofa that looked like it had been thrown from the doorway ( c ).

The man was still standing at the door, shocked that I had randomly just told him that I was a murderer. I realised that something bad had happened while I wasn't here, but somehow knew that I would get the blame for it! ( i )

Some police walked in. One of them was a black detective guy. He was accusing me of something and I was being arrested ( c ).

Suddenly I felt that I wasn't a man any more but a blonde woman ( i,f ). I had a flashback to some kind of prison where I was sitting at a table wearing an orange jumpsuit ( i ). Another woman was being lead through a door by some guards. She looked at me. She had long dark hair and was extremely beautiful. I felt as though we were friends. I knew she was being released and that I would be soon ( i ).

Back in the apartment I felt as though she had been there recently with me and I also felt as though I had betrayed her somehow ( i ).

Location: My home town/a supermarket

The dream started off in a supermarket in my home town. I could see the frozen food section with several meats, as well as the checkout counter which I was currently standing next to. The counter happened to be in the produce seciton where my sister was buying fruits (Later that day, my sister and I bought strawberries and blueberries for my grandmother. I love precognitive dreams)and was looking at some sort of berries. I couldn't tell what they were but they were something like purple. (I'm colorblind )I got bored to I walked outside. I was instantly walking with some of my classmates and randomly looked at my hands. My right hand was normal but my left hand had six fingers, and the thumb was on the wrong side.

I became lucid. I walked over to my friend Zach who was just walking slowly around looking at the ground. "Hey Zach," I said to him.
"'Sup?"
"Not much. Hey, you know this is a dream right? It's not real so you can do whatever you want."
"Really? It looks just like real life. I thought it would be more... dreamy, I guess." At this point, I was wondering if this was a shared dream and I was talking to the real Zach, or if he was just a rather intelligent DC. "Make sure you remember this when you wake up. I'll ask you about it to see if it's what's considered a shared dream. So... what do you want to do? As long as you believe that it'll happen, you can do anything!"
"I don't know."
"C'mon Zach. You have to do something. Maybe you want..." I reach into my back pocket "a million bucks?" I said as I pulled out a stack of money. There were 3 stacks of thousand dollar bills. My mind has good taste!
"No," he replies calmly.
"I'm starting to wonder if your just a DC."
"A what?"
"A DC, or dream character, just a figment of my imagination."
"No, I'm the real Zach." Okay, now I'm confused. We continue to talk about lucid dreaming as I try to convince him to try it when he wakes up, but I don't think I got the message through. We came to a bakery and as we walked through the doors, I noticed another one of my friends sitting in line with a loaf of bread. "Hey, do you consider yourself as an aware person?" Completely forgetting it was a dream and hinking it was real life for a secon, I thought he was a real person but I doubt I would have a three-way shared dream.
"No," he replies
"Then you'll have a hard time doing this." Which was when I woke up.

I talked to my friend today and he said that he does remember me giving him a million dollars and then walking to a bakery together as we were talking about something. I think this constitutes as a shared dream but I'm not sure.

10.03.2009

Poisoned Ade! (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am in a store. It kinda looks like an office, but for some reason I am at a checkout with a large bag of what looks like birdseed. The checkout-chick was a lady that looked like she was in her 50's, with puffy red hair... eugh. so after the transaction was completed, she walks into a room behind me, and comes out with a bottle of powerade. I am really odded out by this. she then says I can have it for free which kinda makes me happy, because i like free stuff (doesn't everyone?) I think that something special will happen when I drink it, I go to take a sip and my brother appears out of nowhere with a bottle too. then it goes black. I wake back to my bed, but I can't move... I try to think of something but I fall back to sleep.

10.03.2009

Ungrateful (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Me and my friend are walking up a hill, talking about random stuff. I think he is apoligising to me for some reason? anyway we reach a building where I see a DC that needs help with his mp3. I fix the earplugs and he walks away, without saying anything (stupid DCs are never thankful). So I look around and see a couple people I know from school, some of them have calculators. I forgot my calculator! again! nooooo.... haha