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    1. Latest Dreams

      by , 01-22-2013 at 01:16 AM
      First Dream
      I was bored,talking to someone in a old telephone,and teleported to where he was.It was a beach place,there was people I know from different schools,and a teacher I have a bit of a crush on,he hugged everybody as we were coming closer to him.Later I was in this room in a colorful square pattern(ground,walls and ceiling)mainly of blue,red and yellow.There was some videogames there,but it was suffocating,and I decided to leave.The hallway was the same pattern,and suddenly I was in a pine forest place,with long bodies of water with a bridge to connect the land.I tried to go back but fell into the water.A guy helped me,I asked where I was,I was worried on how I would go back home.He said it was a viking country in Central America,and dunno why,I got relieved.

      Second Dream
      I was on a family meeting,the house was a fancy beach house with bright colors on the wall such as red and purple,dark wood furniture and moroccan design.I was in a room talking to my mother and the same teacher from the first dream(it happened the night before this one) came into the room and started to talk about something

      Those dreams were not lucid,but very vivid.They happened a few night ago.
    2. If Our Dreams Are Eternal, Then So Are You and I - Spring 2012

      by , 01-21-2013 at 10:37 PM
      The time is late spring and for some people that means it's time to look for colleges. I'm not one of those people. That doesn't stop me though. Why? To this day I'm still not quite sure. It's one of those days where things just happen - no reason. The sun is shining and the flowers are budding. You're just there.

      The area seems oddly reminiscent of my elementary school. Or was it? The walls of the courtyard are overgrown with vines. The grass hasn't been mowed in a long time. A stillness in the air creeps down my spine.

      Mel, Trav, and I walk. Leaves glide through the air in slow motion. Then we see it.

      A bear, dead ahead. Standing right up on its hind legs, glaring straight at our faces. It doesn't phase us too much, however, and Trav continues to push Mel and I on the tire swing of the largest tree in the courtyard. It's a wonder, extending what appears to be miles up into the air. Then the bear begins its approach.

      I'm standing face to face with it now. It still has yet to make a move so I take the initiative and make it first. I kick the bear right in the face with the force of ten Optimus Primes.

      Shit. Did not know I had that in me. Fuck, that bear is pissed off now.

      >:O

      That's my illustration of its expression. The sound that came out of its mouth sounded something like my dad sleeping after a night of Taco Bell. Except with artillery involved somewhere in the mix.

      The bear roars right at Mel, sending a stream of bear phlegm all down her face. She doesn't scream. Damn, girl's got balls. But she does run (probably a wise decision). We run like fucking hell. Like the devil is chasing us. Or a fucking bear.

      We arrive at the parking lot of the highschool, the bear tailing not far behind us. Everyone rolling blading in the parking lot notices the bear. Panic ensues. So I get Mel into the lobby.

      The principle walks in and sits down at the table. I look up from my art project and notice how much he looks like the dean from Community.

      "You know you really look a lot like that dean from Community."
      "Is that so?"

      A knock on the door.

      "Matt, your documentation is ready."

      Weird. What the fuck am I doing back at the highschool. Didn't I graduate college? Fuck these documents. I'm in trouble...

      "Matt, it's been a long time! How are you?"

      I look to my left and see Mr. Morgan, my 9th grade art teacher. With him is Mrs. Perry. We make small talk. Turns out Mr. Morgan and Mrs. Perry are married now. Whoop dee doo. I find it weird when teachers marry other teachers. Well not necessarily weird. Apes marry other apes after all. And clown fish marry other clown fish. Tree stars marry other tree stars. Wait, do they?

      Who the fuck is Mrs. Perry?

      The teachers and Mr. ...? Whoever he is, he's the guy who tried to get me to read a book on ethnic diversity senior year for making jewish jokes during class. But then he decided that was a fucking retarded idea and committed himself to a mental institution highschool

      Anyway, that guy is trying to keep everyone in the lobby calm and the guards aren't letting anyone outside. Too dark to tell what's out there. Gotta wait I guess. Oh well, rules are rules.

      Hisssssss.. CRACCCK. SLEEEUAAGRGGG

      The FUCK? Great. Some weird fucking creatures are outside now. I hate it when this happens. Now I'm gonna have to wait the amount of time it takes Oprah Winfrey to lose fifty pounds until I can get home.

      Fuck this. I'm not waiting. You know what? I never pulled the fire alarm during highschool. This seems like as good a time as any.

      EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEE

      Huh. I guess weird slithering creatures with that look like they have leprosy hate the sound of fire alarms. Awesome.

      So Mel and I leave. I'm walking her home through the neighborhood now when I notice she's not by my side anymore.

      "Mel?"

      Now that I think of it, there aren't ANY people around. Is this one of those Twilight Zone episodes where I've been transported to another planet by aliens or something? Because that would be cool, but the problem with that is they never seem to give you any music either. It's always so goddam quiet in those episodes. Wtf is with aliens and their opposition to music?

      I look back and notice the road is gone. 100% total dead end. Well that's confusing.

      Woosh.

      I turn back around and a hagrid old lady in black robes and large pointy hat stands in front of me. Great, wicked witch of the west imitators. Of all places why did the aliens have to drop me on Hollywood blvd? Then she rambles on about some shit how if I ever want everything back to normal I have to do some weird shit for her. I don't know what it was. I tend not to listen to people dressed as witches in the middle of a suburban New Jersey neighborhood. Especially when they're holding a broom that looks like a vacuum cleaner.

      Oh and she says something about people's lives being at stake.

      I'm not the biggest fan of people messing with me every since the new england clam chowder prank in elementary school so this kind of pisses me off. I tell her I'll do her thing though. Whatever that is. Hmm, maybe I should have listened to her. I hope pleasuring her isn't involved or something like that..

      Regardless, Mel is gone and I have to help her.

      Either way, I'm not sure what I really did, but everyone reappears and the road is back to normal. Now this lady witch person is ANGRY. I mean like Stewie-being-put-in-a-high-chair-and-having-his-bazooka-taken-away - angry.

      Shut the fuck up.

      I punch her in the face. Damn, there's that Optimus Prime force again. I gotta figure out how I'm doing that. Punching witches is strangely satisfying.

      Mel and I continue our walk home and she doesn't seem to remember a thing that happened.


      Funny how the people close to you never realize how much you do actually care and how much you go through to keep them safe.

      Even if it all was just a dream.
    3. Talking in Public

      by , 01-07-2013 at 12:05 AM
      Back at Pacific a same night, I was in Ms. Kelly's science class. The classroom was dark and only half of the students were there. I knew some of the students but I could remember them all. One of them was Adrian and of course, Ms. Kelly.

      Kelly was lecturing us as she walked around the classroom and pointed at things. She didn't look much different than she did a few years ago I saw her. After all this time passed, I can still look at them the same.

      Ms. Kelly brought something up to the class and see if anyone would respond. She pointed a stick somewhere on a board in a back and after a few minutes of waiting, no one responded. But just about when she was going to walk back to the front of the classroom, I opened up a few words out of my mouth. Now the only reason I thought this was strange was because I never talked much in the classroom when I was in school. I was always the shy one and only spoke up when someone asked me a question.

      I asked the teacher a random question. "Do you think I'll get married some day?" She looked at me and tried to answer. I asked her another question, "Do you think I'll make a great husband?" The whole class were just listening. I stared back at the teacher and heard Adrian's voice whispering out, "He talks." The teacher responded, "Well, I don't know, do you like boys or girls?" I smiled and brought my hands up in the year in a sign of confusion. The students laughed at my response. I cannot remember anything else.
    4. Writing For High School

      by , 12-11-2012 at 09:37 PM (Fernanvicīs dream journal)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID


      I had pretty good recall this night and have only slight gaps in my memory. Just another normal dream, the only strange thing about it was it's unusual focus on the test theme, my dreams tend to be less consistent.

      In my dream I was back in high school. I was going to have to take several subject’s final tests that week, and the first was on Monday. I had to present a story for it, with the condition that it should place emphasis on the noises heard during the story.

      As I start to write the story I enter it, and live it as I write it. In this story there was a newlywed couple inside a dark cave. I took them out because of some problems related to ants. When we got out we found that the cave was inside a volcano, and it became active. In my story I wrote that the lava looked real, and not fake like in some movies, but my vision in the dream was that of fake looking lava. It looked sort of like bubbling ketchup, a very bright and shiny red.

      Looking around I saw that we were on a sandy desert. It was a sunny day and we had to make our way across the desert trying to avoid an evil man that was patrolling back and forth.

      A few days later I had to take the test. I was nervous because I couldn't use my story for some reason, and once in the test I got called to the blackboard to make an exercise (This was weird because the exercise was not part of the exam)
      I decided to write the story for my exam about my own experiences on the blackboard once I got back to my seat. Since the story was supposed to put emphasis on sounds I decided to highlight the sound of the chalk. I had to switch blackboards later on. The first one was to the right of the class, while the second one was in the front.

      By the time I changed blackboards my chalk was very worn down and couldn't write on the blackboard. All it did was displace dust on it, making the letters slightly visible because that part was cleaner by comparison. I had to get a new longer one, but even so I was writing in a place I shouldn't because the examiner (a female teacher) said something about having to place the blackboard now.

      Suddenly a male teacher entered the room and said I couldn't take the exam because I had gone over the three day limit of possible absences to the subject. He showed us in the class computer that I had two subjects with "lost evaluations" and two with "reduced evaluations" He told me that if I wanted it to get straightened out I best go see the teacher in charge of it.

      I felt nervous and complained that thanks to being called to the chalkboard I haven't had time to even begin the exam yet and with this I wouldn't have time to finish it, but it was no use.
      I went through the corridor (which was pretty much the same as the corridor of my real high school) and reached another classroom. The male teacher followed me and led me to talk to V, a real teacher in my high school who died a couple of years after I left it in real life.

      Updated 12-11-2012 at 09:52 PM by 40435

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      non-lucid
    5. The Only Teacher is Experience

      by , 11-27-2012 at 10:29 PM (The Dream Magic Experiment)
      Slept: 11:35 pm
      Woke up: 5:02 am

      The thought came to me as I woke up: "The only teacher is experience."

      I was in college. I was hanging out with some friends. We were looking for a place to hang out after. It's night. Or maybe 3 am.

      I passed by the school's food court/cafeteria, and saw a classmate who was careless and she dropped a whole plate of palabok, a noodly meal. I cringed at the wasted food, and I moved on to find my own food.

      I saw some Archie comics there, and I really wanted to borrow and read them. But I don't want to be distracted. I saw one that shows them in the snow, Archie, Betty and Reggie.

      I 'finished' reading it, and I was in a different location. Some sort of garage. I felt like we're preparing for a battle, or had a battle.
    6. Initiation

      by , 11-23-2012 at 06:19 AM (The Dream Magic Experiment)
      7:15 a.m. - day dream + MILD

      9:23 am

      {An initiation in Tibetan Buddhism? (no idea what an initiation in Tibetan Buddhism is like, or even if there's one) I was lying face down on the floor/mat. One man stepped on my back to massage me as well. It didn't hurt, and I barely felt anything. There was chanting that I don't understand, and an instruction that I should hold the paper with some characters on my toes. I find it hard to hold on to them, but I persisted. Then I was taught the first character: "Ba". I was shown how the character is written, but one of the guys there is blocking my view, with his legs. I think it was unintentional. I was asked what it means, and I think I know, but I simply forgot. I was chastised, and reminded with clues. It ended with the meaning 'store,' like a place where you buy stuff, but it seems it has also the meaning of 'storing energy.' It was just one character out of a whole set. I think 'te' means hands, like kara-te. But I never got to that point.

      I was in a place where people are racing in toy cars. Supposedly for kids, adults are the ones driving them in a race track.

      I was at home in our hometown. People were talking inside the house. Outside, I noticed some peculiarities. It was barely visible, but I saw the shadows of planets on the sky, and one huge planet in particular. Or maybe it was a black hole. All I know is that there are small black circles and one huge black circle on the sky. I tried taking them on my trusty camera, cursing myself for not charging the battery before. Fortunately, it still works. I captured the photos. The sky looks different. Instead of the usual blue sky and white clouds, it's mostly dark violet, with a ranging yellow and orange sun that looked more like a moving painting, a few points of lights that must be the stars, and the black spheres that must be the shadows of the planets, or probably black holes. And there's the huge one. I'm positive it's a planet, and not the black hole. I showed everyone, but they can't see them. I showed them the pictures, but they said they're tricks of lights or just unclear.

      Some friends and I are playing a computer game. A shooting game with robots and all in first person. We were losing to an opponent who can summon small robotic allies that have low health but are annoying. Together, they can defeat every single one of us. I think my robot was defeated and I watched a friend's robot trying to escape the small black robots. I got so irritated, I brought them out in real life. They were standing on a ledge just under the roof of the mall. I challenged them and threw a basket at them. It almost reached them. I saw the traffic nearby. There's a cop stopping a car for something. I was thinking of grabbing that car and throwing it up. I just walked away.

      I think there was some sort of panic. I am looking at a blonde boy. He received some sort of package, but were told (not sure by who) not to open it. Then everything just went wild, with friends and allies walking around in some sort of middle-age market, along with the people already present. The 'owner' of the town was talking with a guy, both friends of mine (don't know them irl), and the guy asked if there's lotion around. The owner just talked mostly nonsense. He talked so much he didn't notice that guy already went away. He talked about how rude that was, etc. We met with another friend, who owns a caravan, and we talked a bit. S/He looks dressed in maroon, looking very rich. He reminds me of an image of one of the reincarnation of a Hindu deity, except that of the usual blue, he's brown. After a while, we came across the guy looking for a lotion, and he just smiled shyly and walked away. Then the owner met with two of our fiercer friends who enjoy challenges, and who challenges each other quite often. They ran around the market fighting (not sure how), overturning and/or destroying everything in their path. One reminds me of Hercules, not the cartoon one. He has long, dirty-blonde hair, a strong almost-wild face, and muscular body. The other guy was not so clear, but I think he has black hair. Both have incredible strength. At this point, the owner's features are clearer. He has a mustache, with a top hat? His clothing reminds me of Steampunk, and I think he was riding a vehicle that is very much Steampunk.}
    7. Nov 22, 2012 - High School Name Test

      by , 11-23-2012 at 06:14 AM (The Dream Magic Experiment)
      4:00 pm:

      I was in a van. I think it's the same location I go to when I'm in Cebu, in Mactan. A couple went down. One has marijuana. The driver and a passenger wanted it as well. It seems I was a dealer of sorts. I told them I can't give them those, somebody already bought them, or something.

      I experience something like SP in a dream. I can't see but I 'know' I am in a school of sorts. I was finally able to move around. There's J.C., high school classmate, talking about something. He asked about the name of our high school Filipino teacher. Or the fourth year janitor name. I was unsure, but I gave him the first year Filipino teacher's name, but he already said it was wrong because he was asking for the janitor's name.

      I was traveling. Not sure if it was with a companion. I was walking in a dusty road. Need to hide. I was on a skateboard and using an umbrella to push/pull me through. I was in the bus station. 3 days and I have to leave.
    8. Nov 22, 2012 - Lucid Teacher

      by , 11-23-2012 at 06:00 AM (The Dream Magic Experiment)
      5:28 a.m.

      Talking with a sibling. "Be part of the solution, not part of the problem." I think someone was again teaching me to be lucid. But it's still more of a presence than a person.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    9. Trek

      by , 10-29-2012 at 04:52 AM (Cinder's Dreams Gallery)
      A dream fragment. I remembered more but I didn't write them in. I forgot to recall.

      I've prepared food and other essentials for a trek through Mataki, in New Zealand. IRL I went here to the Mataki Lodge (my school's property) once last month. For some reasons I have to do the walk again and I'm going with the same teacher who led my group, except that this it's just me and him. I walk out of the Lodge and he was waiting for me. I really don't want to do the walk so I'm quite relieved when I woke up.

      Spoiler for Additional Details that would only make sense to me:

      Updated 10-29-2012 at 04:54 AM by 50816

      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    10. Seks with my old teacher!

      by , 10-21-2012 at 08:50 PM
      So this was a lucid dream, actually a DEILD, but no reality check oriented, just came to me that this is a dream.

      So the dream starts non-lucid. I'm in my bedroom and there is also an old teacher with me talking to me about a school project and how I am going to organise it. This teacher was from my old school, not the one I am right now. She was young and very pretty (for a teacher) and always considered by the male population of the school a MILF. So as she was talking to me about this and that and I was like "yeah, sure let's do it that way", I suddenly realise I'm in a dream!

      So suddenly I'm in a dream with my old teacher standing in front of me IN my bedroom trying to decide what's next. So I remember I have to stabilise my dream and I start looking my hands closely, they were like a labyrinth of wrinkles, fingerprints and stuff and I yell "Stabilise Lucidity!", and the dream becomes more vivid and cleared up. And I'm there on an improved dream with my milf teacher in front of me talking about project crap. I seize the opportunity!

      I decide to grab her ass and look for reactions. And I do it, then she kisses me and we lay on bed. Just after I take her clothes off and start the thing for 6 seconds or so, I see the world fading around (probably because of excitement) and I try to calm down, thinking it's time to DEILD.

      I do it and land in my bedroom again, the teacher has dissapeared and I was almost decided to project her back again, but it was unfinished business in the end because I saw my bedroom wall turn into a mountain landscape with the sky above. I said "no way, I can't miss that!" and I decide to fly. So I turn around and walk back to accelerate and when I turn again, the wall with the door has return and the landscape has gone. Shit. It started to collapse and I tried to stabilize it but no luck.


      Anywayz, I was too excited in this dream and I kind of wasted it, but I'm happy I had sex with that teacher, always wanted too!
      Categories
      lucid
    11. The Bird People of China

      by , 10-20-2012 at 10:32 PM
      10/20/12
      non lucid fragment

      This dream was probably brought on by watching a good Japanese movie called "The Bird People of China"

      I was watching and maybe participating in an outdoor class. There may have bin a temple or some stone structure near by or even right next to us. The class was led by a beautiful girl with blond hair probably in her late 20s to early 30s. She wore nice yet casual clothing you might expect a teacher to wear. The rest of the class was made up of kids probably between the ages of 7 to 11 years old. They where either sitting and listening or taking part in some activity... a little of both.
    12. tumblr / Looking After Pets / Dream Lesson

      by , 10-15-2012 at 03:10 PM (Fennecgirl's Collection of Dreams)
      I have a friend whose dad shut off the Internet at her house, so she only has Internet access when she's at her mom's house. She went back to her dad's house yesterday. Anyway, I had a dream last night that I was on tumblr and saw a post she made saying that her dad turned the Internet back on again. I woke up disappointed because it was only a dream (we mainly only see each other online because we live a couple hours apart).

      I went back to sleep and had a dream that I had to look after a few pets for my friend Giana (even though they aren't her pets IWL). I had to look after five various rodents (a hamster, two very tiny chinchillas, and two jerboas. They were kept in a big cage, which I was keeping in my room. The problem was that they kept escaping from the cage; they managed to squeeze through the bars and out of the cage pretty easily. The chinchillas (which were roughly the same size as the hamster and jerboas, as opposed to actual chinchilla size) especially liked to escape. One of them even tried to bite my thumb when I carried it back to its cage (again); it was kind of uncomfortable, but it didn't hurt.

      In another dream, I had to select a "teacher". I chose Kayleigh, my tulpa. She started throwing dodgeballs at me, and I didn't know why, so she told me she was doing it because I had to learn that nothing could hurt me because I was dreaming and that I shouldn't be afraid in dreams. I guess I was supposed to take that advice and make myself believe that, though I still didn't really get what was going on. The dream felt rather vague when I woke up, too.

      I know she was only trying to help me improve my dream control, but I don't think I really learned anything from that "lesson". It does seem like something she would do, though...
    13. A Guide?

      by , 10-12-2012 at 11:09 AM (Voyages of a Skywalker)
      I'm sitting across from a woman who likes me very much. She give me four of her last cookies. All the while she tells me about how good they are. Made with real jam. I give her the last one and she is happy. I get the feeling that she is a teacher to me, a guide.

      Updated 10-13-2012 at 03:19 AM by 40320

      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    14. [Windy City]

      by , 10-10-2012 at 11:31 AM (Searching For The Center of Everything)
      [Sunday, October 7th, 2012]
      I was in the grass by the church school with a bunch of kids from school. Mr. Clementz was there giving us riddles to solve for class. He said the
      answer is up high. I climbed onto of the school building's rooftop, but saw nothing. I came back down and when everyone had failed, he pointed
      up in the tree. We all rushed to grab pieces of paper that looked like colorful money from the branches. Then we all sat down and someone (a
      courier) gave Mr. Clementz an envelope and left. Mr. Clementz reads the envelope and hands it to me. I open it to find a $200 dollar bill. My eyes
      widen in surprise!

      Later, walking down a ghetto part of town, I look at the dollar bill again... it has Pocahontas on the front of it.


      +

      I was in a building in a strange rainy city (reminded me of Deus Ex cities). There were three doors, and the ones on opposite sides were glass
      doors. People I knew started flooding in from all directions. I saw family members like my Uncle Chris too! Suddenly, the rain picked up and like
      a vacuum, everyone was being sucked out both of the glass doors. I grabbed on to something and held on. Somehow, I survived and went outside
      after the wind had died down and I found someone else who had held on too. It was a girl. We both walked down to the Hospital nearby to look
      for everyone. We got there and asked the receptionist if she knew if anyone had just come in. She didn't see anyone. Just then, someone from the
      room walked in the door. We had somehow beaten everyone here!

      (Later, I remember thinking about Alex and a sudden feeling of guilt emerged, the words, "FORGIVE ME" vibrated in my head. I must have had a
      bad experience in a dream?)
    15. Evil Social Studies Teacher

      by , 08-28-2012 at 01:30 AM
      8/7 I was in a group of like 20 people and John was one of them. We were outside. mr. velte (American Studies teacher) had a gun pointed at us and we were laying on our backs trying to scoot away. He told everyone to take their guns out and drop them. Many people did, but I felt my pockets and I didn't have one. I then realize that I did have a gun so I told him so that I wouldn't get shot. He was really angry and then we were tied to bulls and were being dragged across the ground. I was then suddenly in my basement with Jared, Becca, and Charles and we were looking for our guns. There was a maid so we asked her but she thought we were tallking about toy guns so we found toy guns and started playing with them. Mr. Abbinati (my gym teacher) then was there talking about the Olympics.
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