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    1. August 12, 2018 Frags and random dream from sometime in August

      by , 08-17-2019 at 06:23 AM (Deep Inside The Lucid Dreamer's Subconscious)
      The dream is about the new IT part 2 movie. The first part is some sort of trailer for IT in this dark room where pennywise is morphing into different forms, one of which is this machine gun shooting bullets around the room, I remember thinking this was so exciting and weird for the movie that was going to come out. It seemed more abstract for the mainstream thing we'll be getting soon.

      The dream eventually opens up into this downward slope that was originally a movie theater and is now this open field going down. There's some people there with me including the kids from the movie and we're sort of battling IT but at some point Pennywise is this giant version of himself and he looks directly at me. He goes right towards me grabbing me. I'm not sure if this'll make sense but sometimes in nightmares there's this thing that is the "bad guy" and it has this enormous presence in the dream. But anyways it turns its attention towards me and I'm immediately really scared, he sort of calls me out among everyone else saying something like "YOU!" and lunges forward, grabbing me. He throws me down the slope, at the end is this theater stage but there's this gap under the stage with machinery and fire. He throws me in this particular gap that happens to miss the epicenter of the danger. When he throws me he lunges after me but instead of me hitting the dangerous epicenter of the machinery and fire he hits it and the dream ends.


      There's another dream from a few weeks ago that really shook me too that involves pennywise. The dream scene is sort of at my old elementary school area but instead of the school is this old abandoned house. I remember I'm staying there but I'm trying to leave and my friend Moo is there as well. I'm trying to get him to leave with me but I know pennywise is there, but he's not really a solid clown he's more of just this tricky presence that keeps tricking us into staying there with him. At one point I'm trying to convince moo to leave but in the back of my head I know pennywise is there and he warps our minds, tricking us into not wanting to leave the place. In another room is this opening in the floor that leads down into a tunnel. There's this small creature, sort of like a platypus or a turtle maybe, but it's this important and ancient being part of this larger story and it seems on our side but at the same time giving off this creepy and evil vibe.

      The dream also turns toward us being in this movie theater in the seats watching this movie. And the movie is really messed up, I was getting nightmare scares the entire time. I'm watching this movie that is mostly red and black, it's of this violent mansion where the stairs are like teeth that are chomping people up and they keep folding and biting in this endless pattern in front of me. I close my eyes in the dream but the theater is also this weird 4D situation like at amusement parks where the seats are moving, I can feel this immense energy while my eyes are closed of these violent scenes going on. I open my eyes and I see this room with bunk beds and the beds turn into these chomping teeth killing the people sleeping in the bunk beds. It reminded me of that creepy piano in Super Mario 64 that had teeth.

      Also, a few weeks ago my sleep paralysis demon was being really aggressive. I was stuck in SP and it was waiting at my bathroom door. He just lunged at me and I could feel this massive force and the air from the lunge just shoving me into my bed and the spirit just stuck right in front of me.
    2. Monday, March 18

      by , 03-19-2019 at 06:41 AM
      I am in what I think is a Kohlís (though Iím not sure it really looks like one). Iím with a familiar? guy and bringing some clothes to the fitting room to try on. They seem to all be on hangers. The fitting room is a stall set atop a little raised platform. The door is sized so that one can see the occupantís feet as well as just above their head. For a moment, I am watching either myself or someone else; the clothes can clearly be seen hanging. I ponder the result of this on theft, thinking it probably lessens it. I donít think I end up getting anything.




      I am in what I think is a movie theater. It seems like it is a much older building, or like I am in the past. There are mostly middle aged hippies filling in and into the theater. Iím in a sort of hallway outside the theater; I pull back a curtain over an opening and get a glimpse of the theater. I then go find a seat. Looking around, Iím very surprised I donít smell pot. It does look hazy though. This film that is being shown is very psychedelic, not in an overdone or hackneyed way, but in a very synesthetic way. The clips or scenes are disjointed and cause visceral sensations. It seems the film is being shown to elicit collective response that becomes the spectacle itself. The whole thing is very phantasmagorical
    3. Monday, March 4

      by , 03-12-2019 at 03:18 AM
      I am working at Sherwin Williams. I think I have come back for just today. I think Iím going to just work today and use all my old info to clock in, etc, as if thatíll actually work. Iím thinking that the people still working here will remember me and remember that I left. I am in a sort of goofy, detached mood that has to do with me being back in a place that I willingly left. This place definitely doesnít look like SW, but more like a movie theater or something similar. Everyone is gathering in a dim room with a stage or some other platform and fairly steep, tiered, red seats. Melissaís dad is giving a speech or talking to everyone. I am walking in with Nathaniel Fuller? (He appears to be as he was when I knew him). He is in the lead and takes an aisle seat in the front row. Iím not sure whether Iím sitting with him or not, so I survey the seating. Thereís an empty row, but Iím not sure if itíd be weird if I sat alone or not. I end up taking the seat between him and another (familiar?) guy. The seat seems small and I feel squished between the two. Now, (or maybe it was earlier?) I am walking around here. Thereís a long hallway area and different inlets. I enter one and am in a grocery store. I felt like I was going to get lost or end up somewhere and not really know how to get back, and now it has happened. I see a chubby guy with shaggy hair and scruff pushing a shopping cart. It is full of liters of light colored soda. I think I try to find my way back. I am with Melissa and Brooke now, outside and by some small, enclosed ticket taking booth inside which sits a middle aged woman. We have some receipt (from Sherwin Williams?) that weíre trying to use to go to the restaurant or food place that the tickets are for. We donít have the actual ticket, but Iím thinking that this receipt will show that we have permission. I could see where the lady would think weíre being fraudulent, but weíre not. When she talks to us, Brookeís replies are kind of snarky, even though this lady let us through. Sheís actually been pretty nice, and probably doesnít care if we do get to go.




      I am in the living room at Dadís. From my perspective, it looks like I could have just come in from the garage. Iíve walked into a scene of two police officers sitting on the floor and a large group of people standing around them. Dad may be here too, and I think the officers may be in plainclothes. They tell me they are here because of my social media rends/tendencies. I feel a pang of guilt in my stomach that is only amplified by the disappointed looks on every face. I am thinking that theyíve found me out and thereís nothing to do about it but accept it. I am slightly relieved when they tell me that they canít do anything about it legally, But then I think that means the FBI has to get involved.
    4. Wednesday, December 12

      by , 12-31-2018 at 08:03 PM
      It is dark outside and I am downtown. I am entering one of the casinos along with some others coming off the street, with a sense of mild fervor. There is some type of show starting, and I think Iím meeting Mom (and possibly also Makayla) here, inside. Everyone is climbing stairs, dispersing at random intervals. Iím not entirely sure how high to go, so I keep going. I catch glimpse of the seating, auditorium-like, dim. The theater is much taller than it is wide or long, the seating seemingly defying logical proportions. The stage seems to be at least 50+ feet above the floor. I am now just above level with the stage and walk out into the seating. It is like a platform of what could be tan marble with raised (hexagonal?) sections that nicely dressed people are sitting on. I notice one couple in particular - darker skin that suggests an Asian ethnicity as well as darker hues - Iím pretty sure the girl is wearing a longer dress. It is sleek like her longer, dark hair. I continue out to the edge of this platform and take a seat at a corner edge so that my legs can dangle off the edge. Sitting here and looking down through the vast empty space below and around while some show is about to start gives me a sort of ethereal exuberant feeling.


      I am outside, at a sport climbing granite wall that seems familiar. Iím with Dad and 1-2 other guys my age. I think theyíve been climbing, and now Iím going to go last. It seems that there are already too ropes set up here or something, and I comment on how you used to have to set up a top rope yourself if you wanted one. I start climbing, and Iíve been out of it for so long that this easier route becomes fatiguing for me. I do end up making it to the top though. I call down to take the slack and lower, which the belayer does right away. He then starts lowering me very quickly. I feel the sick jolt in my stomach and brace myself, but then relax and accept and enjoy the feeling. In a few moments I am back on the ground.
    5. Expectations Theater

      by , 09-12-2018 at 06:43 PM
      I'm walking back into the water park I was at previously. I want to go into a VIP pool area so I head that way. A lady checks my wristband first to make sure I have access and lets me though. Once inside, I see a girl and some other people that I know already in the pool talking to each other. I get a running start and flop into the pool right next to the girl. She's very irritated at me and holds me underwater until I can move away. Once I surface, she yells at me that she was having a serious conversation and that I ruined it. I feel like an outcast and simply say "okay" before walking off and away from the pool. I dry off quickly and put some fancy clothes on for whatever reason and head out to explore. I'm walking through a large room with tiered floors and rooms off to each side. I peek into one room and find that it's like a dorm room. I realize the whole place I'm walking through is just a strangely laid out dorm. I stop exploring further because I realize I'm wearing a green shirt with blue pants and it looks ridiculous. I have to go and change somewhere. Later, I'm walking into a huge theater room with people walking around and looking at me funny. The whole setup is supposed to be a trick on me for some reason, but I go with it anyway. The building really is enormous, and I'm staring at everything in awe. A girl sitting near where I'm walking comes up and takes my hand and leads me around the theater area. Behind the theater seats is a large shopping area and we walk up some stairs to get there. We pass a jewelry store before going back down some more stairs and arriving at a bar that overlooks the theater.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    6. Day 116: Arcade Phantasm

      by , 06-06-2018 at 06:44 PM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Dream 97: At The Arcade

      Inside a Cinemark-type building; lots of dark red and black everywhere. I'm racing my brother around the hallways, sticking close to the walls to get around quicker (Thank you Gorman Race Track). On the third lap, I bolt it as fast as I can, narrowly avoiding being face-planted into the wall. Security starts catching on and warns us against running around the theater again.

      My brother and I head for the arcade portion of the building. There's your cookie-cutter Pac-Man machines and lame cabinets--nothing special. Until I come across this one machine at least...

      Well, two of them. My mom tagged along and she used the cabinet behind me.

      The controllers were the weirdest things I've seen. They were wooden cylinders with red buttons on randomly placed sections of the controllers. There were also two of them per person, one for each hand. Both of the cabinets were classic Castlevania clones.
    7. Academic Weirdness

      by , 06-01-2018 at 02:40 AM (The Fourth Factor)
      I am in a small classroom in a university, but itís not lecture Iím attending here: itís a theatrical performance.

      There are about a dozen of us in the audience, as well as three dogs, two of them large ones, which is almost enough to make the room crowded. Both the main actors are here already too, in the front of the room. It seems theyíre performing ďFaustĒ- or something Faust-ish, at any rate. Both the main characters are being played by women, the title role by HťlŤne Grimaud, although itís not clear whether itís actually the pianist or just a well-known actress who happens to have that name.

      Thereís also a woman in the back who seems to be involved in some official capacity. Sheís the one responsible for checking ticketsóat least theoretically. Iím hoping that remains theoretical since I donít actually have a ticket. The prevailing system here seems to work like train tickets, where the ticket is good for a certain range of dates. While I do have one on hand, itís good for three weeks in November, and itís still October now.

      She begins by giving a short speech, which she records using a small camera. Predictably, the smaller dog, which is hers, sticks its face directly in it at one point. Things come to a halt for a bit as the audience makes a fuss over all the dogs and encourages her to get them on film. But eventually, the performance itself gets underway.

      For a while, itís just the two leads talking, but very clever dialogue. At one point, the Mephistopheles(-ish) character begins asking for members of the audience to volunteer. And, as people begin to get more comfortable, they begin to participate more. Soonówhat with the intimate space and the lack of separation between us and the performersó itís as if weíre a part of the performance rather than just observing it.

      I look out the (partially frosted glass?) wall at a man walking byóhe probably thinks this is a rather odd lesson, given that itís probably not obvious at first glance that itís a performance. But actually, he seems to be part of the performance as well. He enters the room, placing some notes and a glass with some white wine in it on a lectern, and beings to talk about philosophy.

      One of the audience members comments on the wineglass. The newcomer enters into a hilarious dialogue with them, still in a philosophical vein, all in a complete deadpan. I recall him claiming that he wasnít the same person he was a couple of drinks ago. Another half-dozen people seem to have joined the audience at some point, which is more than enough to make the room crowded. At some point, I wake up.

      After writing everything down, I fall asleep again and find myself in a continuation of the dream. I seem to have watched the rest of the performance, as well as the lecture taking place in the room afterwardsóapparently a Marxist interpretation of diabetes, which Iíve stayed to listen to out of a combination of morbid curiosity and a lack of anywhere better to be. But I have a class I need to get to soon, and I want to get some coffee first, so I gather my stuff together and cut out early.

      Once outside, it occurs to me that I donít actually know where this class is going to be held. I find my notebook in my messenger bag and look through it, but it only looks like Iíve got last semesterís schedule written hereónot this oneís. But I do recall receiving an email from somebody mentioning the classís location, so I can check on thatóbut it will have to be on my laptop, since I canít access that particular account on my phone.

      My room isnít far from hereóitís in a large building just down the street. I enter and make my way up to my room. Itís a tiny room, and unlike anywhere Iíve actually lived, but it all seems familiar and somehow pleasant. I put what seems to be my cast-iron shrine teapot on a hotplate on the top of a small, precarious-looking shelf to one side of my desk to boil water for coffee and sit down to find the email.

      According to the email, the class is taking place at St. Johnís Observatoryóso not on campus, then, since I would have seen it if it were. I pull up a map website to find out where it is. To my own amusement, I initially mistype "Kassel"óthe place I have apparently decided I amóas "Kessel" (kettle, that is).

      Based on the pictures my search has turned up, the place Iím going to is a greenhouse as well as an observatory: itís a small building with mostly glass walls, through which greenery can be seen. Iím not sure where it is relative to me just yet, though, and itís now 17:00, when the class was supposed to begin. Maybe that wonít matter so much on the first day? But then it occurs to me: Iím in Germany. Akademisches Viertel. That means I still have time to get there.
    8. March 9, Non-Lucid

      by , 03-10-2018 at 09:25 AM (Deep Inside The Lucid Dreamer's Subconscious)
      The dream scene was this concert I was going to. The idea was I was going to roll here but I had a huge test the next day. So I was telling my classmates I was going to roll and then study later. I get to the concert and it's at this stage with tables around it in the crowd. I'm at one and Judy walks up and starts talking to my parents which apparently are there. She was acting a bit crazy and I was concerned. At some point it was like a sleep over and we were playing mario kart but my own dream version, this has happened several times and I can sort of remember this version.

      I go up to the center of the stage and then to the side. Zoe is there and the dream starts to focus on her. The dream was on a slant towards the stage and it was an open field to the stage. She comes into focus and floats up, something happens and it's the entire dream's focus.

      I try to go get food in the dream. It turns into my neighborhood. I'm trying to get pho in castle wood. The house is this small white structure that has a cute little family there.

      I'm in this very close town. It's a town that has bars close to each other. I'm there getting a drink maybe. My friend Mason's gf Dani is there. I say hello to her thinking her classes just ended and we go to the same university. We're in this little bar.

      I'm in a movie theater. The theme is this dance competition my fraternity does. The theater is like the one from that halloween movie where the people have spider webs on them from being cursed there. I'm roped into being in the dance. I start to mimic dance moves from the people to the right and left of me. There's a crowd watching us. We start to do this made up dance, I'm following along by watching the people next to me. There's people sledding and doing tricks from the top of the theater across. I had this feeling that people from a lot of organizations were watching us. There was a lot of back and forth banter between us and the other guys there. The theater was icy.
      Tags: dani, judy, molly, pho, theater
      Categories
      non-lucid
    9. Like mesas and sunsets, but more so

      by , 03-03-2018 at 11:41 PM (The Fourth Factor)
      Once again, my memory only picks up partway through what seems to be a large, complex plot mostly full of unfamiliar people and settings. This setting, from what I recall, visually resembled an exaggerated version of the American Southwestóthink mesas and sunsets, but more soó although the action and characters didnít seem to match up with it in any discernible way.

      My friend Ona and I are swimming in an indoor pool when two men weíre acquainted with who are cousins arrive and say that theyíve reserved it for a period of time, starting now. I can see from a chart with colored boxes on a grid that they have, so Ona and I get out and sit at a table in a sort of an adjoining area overlooking the pool. Thereís a hint of past antagonism or rivalry with these men, one of them in particular, having to do with things from the earlier part of the dream I forgot.

      After a little while, the other man comes over to the table. He has something for us: some ara and a loaf of fresh bread, which we accept. He doesnít say it, but this seems to be a sort of apology for us having to leave the pool.

      Somewhere along the course of us sitting there, the area transforms into an ornate theater, where people are starting to come in. As before, weíre in a sort of raised area, this time above where the stage and the lower seats are, but there are other seating areas wrapping around it in a semicircle. Many of the people seem to disapprove of us drinking alcohol, which doesnít really bother us, and, in any case, has happened plenty of times before. But we arenít bothering anybody, and if they don't like it, thatís their problem. But stillóeven though I want to like the guy who gave us this and believe that it was a sincerely meant gift, there's also the possibility that his beastly cousin put him up to it because he knew weíd get flak for it. I examine the glass: itís quite pretty, with some transparent colored parts in an art nouveau-like abstract patternóand above that, a silhouette of the Prague skyline. The golden city and one of its golden ages. I briefly wonder if he has a whole stockpile of these just for giving away to people.

      The next part of the dream involves the production itself, which doesnít seem to be taking place on a stage, but rather along a streetóa straight, flat dirt road with low buildings on either side, again, with a Southwestern vibe. The audience and actors alike are hereóor some of the actors, anyway. The protagonist, a woman in a green dress, will be passing along here and looking into some of the shops, having some improvised dialogue with the shopkeepers, but she isnít here yet.

      I know this actress personally and find her unpleasantóthis also seems to go back to the earlier, forgotten parts of the dreamóso Iím going to mess with her a little bit. I go to one of the shops, which is selling art, and rearrange it so that a collection of pictures titled ďHalloween BestiaryĒ is on display on a small stand outside the door. I then flip the latch on the shop door, which is hanging open, so that the it will lock automatically the next time someone closes it. I then make sure Iím out of the way by the time the actress playing the shopkeeper arrives.

      The woman soon notices the door and is alarmed. If she canít take the woman in the green dress inside to look at things and is stuck with the Halloween Bestiary pieces outside, the script would require her to pretend to like them, which would irritate her to no end. She is relieved that itís still openóbut just then, my aunt steps out of the shop and closes the door behind her, oblivious to the trouble sheís just set in motion.

      3.3.18
    10. Rictus Theater (Music)

      by , 11-07-2017 at 08:57 PM
      I had this dream a while ago. I was walking through a mall with some friends when I happened across what appeared to be an upscale dinner theatre. The theatre walls were a golden color and the carpet had a very festive pattern to it. The big screen was framed to look like a fancy stage theatre. Instead if seat rows there were round dinner tables with white tablecloths, obviously there were chairs, plates, and, of course, the standard cutlery. I remember seeing a sign at the entrance. The sign read, "Todays screening: The Thoughts That Our Smiles Have." I walked in and saw what was on screen. It was literally just a bunch of close up shots of people's smiles. There was an editing filter to make it look like a super 8 film. The truly strange thing was that everyone was standing. No one was actually watching the film, they were all standing by their seats and staring right at us with these really wide grins on their faces. They were all dressed in formal attire, they didn't blink...their faces were perfectly static. It was so unsettling.

      We carefully made our way through the theatre. I remember that we were trying to move through it and get to the exit door on the other side. We stopped halfway and kept our backs against the wall. The lights got dimmer. Everyone was still staring at us with those wide grins. I remember the soundtrack that was playing during the screening. I heard it the moment I walked in. The lyrics made me very uneasy.

      "Smiling is fun. Smiling is fun. Not to smile is illegal. Smiling is fun."

      The singer was female and she had an alto pitch. That last line, "not to smile is illegal" is what got us. These people may have had smiles on their faces but we just knew that they were hostile. They were scrutinizing us...looking for a reason to take us down. I just knew they were. It is here that I became lucid. There was a tall white man standing next to me. Like all the other men, he was in a tux. His hair was brunette and his smile creeped me out the most (probably because he was closer to me than the others). In compliance with the song, we put on our biggest grins. I had a feeling that that's what these people wanted from us. They wanted us to smile like them. But we knew that it wasn't enough. They didn't just want us to look insanely happy, they wanted us to be insanely happy. I looked at the man next to me and showed him my smile, in the hopes that I could fool him into believing that I was like him. In spite of his rigid grin, I could tell that he wasn't fooled. I don't know how I could tell but I could. His grin was unwavering, while mine was painful and twitchy I think he could see that...they all could.

      We knew we had to get out of there fast! While doing our best to maintain our unnatural grins, we made our way to the exit on the other side of the theatre. I turned towards the screen and that's when I saw the most unsettling figure yet. He was the only one sitting. It was a big light orange monster with incredibly long and sharp teeth. He had jet black eyes and was looking right at us just like everyone else. He too was smiling. As we moved through the theatre I noticed that everyone was slowly walking towards is. They had us all but surrounded, still wearing those creepy-ass grins. This was it, we had been found out. "Fuck this," I thought, "I'm out."


      I woke up and was glad to be awake.

      I composed the song I heard in this dream. I didn't record the lyrics but I got the melody down. I think I'll create a playlist of all the songs I've heard in my dreams. https://soundcloud.com/ghostchild191/rictus

      Updated 11-09-2017 at 01:56 AM by 69528

      Tags: creepy, theater
      Categories
      lucid , memorable
    11. A Song of Healing

      by , 06-15-2017 at 12:38 AM (New Dream Adventures of Raven Knight)
      2017, 06-14

      A Song of Healing

      I am at a mall with my mother. Itís similar to a mall in my local area, but not exact. I know I have been to this mall before, however, in previous dreams. No thought that I might be dreaming occurs to me now. My mom and I are going into a clothing store and looking for some new clothes for me for work. I look around but I canít find anything I like that will actually fit me. So we leave and head for the theater at the mall where there is a live performance of Harry Potter, and the author J.K. Rowling is even going to be in attendance for this presentation. We go to the theater and wait in line to go inside. Once inside I see J.K. Rowling surrounded by people asking for her autograph. I also see someone I donít want to seeÖ so instead of waiting to try to get J.K. Rowlingís autograph I pull my mom into the theater to get a good seat, or thatís the reason I give her for my hurry.

      In the theater there are already quite a few people seated so my mom and I pick a spot. I look around and see quite a few people with popcorn and I think that would be good, but the person after me knows my mom and might see her if she goes for popcorn so I say I donít want any when she asks. People keep coming into the theater and I watch carefully to see if the man outside is coming in. I donít see him. I look to the front of the theater and I see a different man looking at me. He clearly recognizes me. And somehow I know he works for the man who is looking for me. I look to my mom but she is gone. Another man comes over and says to remain calm. He says heís a friend and will make sure I get out of here safely. He gives a dirty look at the man up front who is watching me.

      The man beside me looks under my seat and finds poison darts. He asks the man watching us what the poison would do to me. He says it would land me in the emergency room. I say it would be lethal if I drank all four of them. The man beside me says no, donít talk like that. Another man, a fat man in an oversized t-shirt, comes over and takes one of the darts from the man beside me. He says he hasnít tried this yet, and breaks the cartridge open and drinks some of the fluid inside. He looks like heís getting high off of it. I look back at the man beside me and then I hear a woman a couple rows back let out a cry. I look just in time to see J.K. Rowling collapse in shock. I look to see what she saw and I see the man who drank the poison now has no nose, it looks like it melted off his face, but he looks higher than ever.

      The man beside me urges me to get out of here. I head out of the theater but on the way I lose track of him, and then I am in the hall of the mall alone. I head down the hall, looking for a bathroom. I open a door and find myself in someoneís house. A woman is there and she looks pissed at me. I think she is pissed because I just walked into her house, so I turn to leave but the door to the mall is gone. The woman starts yelling at me and demanding to know if Iím sleeping with him. I ask who. She says MoSh, of course! She says Iíve been fucking him, havenít I?! I tell her MoSh wouldnít want to get involved with me, Iím too old for him. Then I realize what is happeningÖ this must be Asuka, I was going to heal her! I focus on the song Voices from the Macross Plus soundtrack. Light energy flows through Asuka and she calms down. She says she doesnít know why she said what she did. I tell her it was unstable negative energies. I am about to say more but everything fades to black and I wake up.
      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid
    12. Spring Competition (Wed.)

      by , 04-27-2017 at 03:12 AM (Awake to take in the view...)
      So I was added to spellbee's competition on the 22nd, I believe. However, I didn't log onto DreamViews because final exams suck! And I should be updating this journal regardless of whether or not I'm in a competition, but I suppose now's a good time as any to start again! Anyway, here's a quick recap of the dreams I have recalled. I still have the messy midnight handwriting problem, though. -_-

      4/22-23 (Night):
      1. I was in some sort of cyberspace / virtual world. A person became a giant.
      2. I kept reawakening from this one. My family and I were at a nice hotel of sorts. I can't for the life of me tell if my dream journal says "waitresses" or "mattresses". But basically, someone spilled water and it either got the waitresses or mattresses wet. :O

      4/23 (Nap):
      1. This is what happens when you're sleep-deprived, which unfortunately was me due to final projects, portfolio work, and exams. While sitting at an uncomfortable wooden desk in the library, I allowed myself to fell asleep and went straight into REM/sleep paralysis. I was conscious of the fact that this was happening throughout the majority of it. My tulpa whispered into my ear and I could feel her breath. Didn't quite see her -- it was like a dream where the only senses were sound and touch. This all took place in about 10 minutes' time. It was really cool, albeit also a bit alarming because I realized just how much of a toll my current schedule is taking on my body. I should be getting a LOT more sleep for the remainder of this week.

      4/23-4/24 (Night):
      1. I was looking up song lyrics online, and apparently I had a virus or something because one of those "Hot Asian Girls Looking for Single Men" spam messages kept popping up. O.o My mom came in, and asked me if I was "pulling a [something involving a girl's name]" again. I had no idea what she was talking about. My brother defended me.
      2. I was watching some films in the animation theater at my university. Some characters included a whale-like creature and some Pokemon. It was really hot in there, but at least the film was really good until the end. They must've not finished editing it, because it was really patchy/choppy.

      Afterwards, I had a computer graphics class with my old professor and just one other girl.

      And no recall for the last few nights.

      And that's it! So that's 4 non-lucid fragments = 2 points, and one WILD = 10 points for a total of 12! These WILDs are real, but they're also cheap. This one wasn't even all that vivid. :/ But hey, it's good considering how intense things have been for me in the waking world.

      Updated 04-27-2017 at 03:27 AM by 58176

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid , dream fragment
    13. 4/15/17 (L) DILD L2- | Day9, Theater

      by , 04-15-2017 at 03:17 PM (Fantastical Adventures)
      -1-An alien was in the form of Day9. He had to leave for something, so he tried to push the truck (named Herman irl) for some reason. He wasnít aware of a parking brake. A minute later, we never saw him again. He was late for something important, I think. This took place at my grandparentsí house.
      -2(L)-I donít remember much here. I did a nose-plug RC a few times over different times, and I watched a video in a theater filled with people. Not a real theater, more like a large room with chairs and a stage with a screen. Distractions were rampant this time, leading to nowhere.
      Lucid Time: 3-6 minutes

      Updated 05-01-2017 at 12:28 AM by 67050

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    14. The First Time

      by , 12-16-2016 at 06:01 PM
      Last night was not exactly fun. I can remember brief instances of this one; they mainly seemed to be warped situations of things that have happened to me in the last few months IRL. I am at a performance, with cover bands, but itís as if theyíre all playing to a track, not actually playing their instruments. I am expected to play piano to a Queen song, but someone takes my place. Iím at a movie theatre, about to go see a film by myself. I run into several old high school acquaintances. Iím finishing a group project and turning it in at the last minute; I think this is at my old house. The last instance was the most vivid and unfortunate. Iím sitting alone on a couch in a strange room; itís like some parts of the wall are missing, or maybe the ceiling. Itís cloudy and grey outside. I think this place is near a lake. I see my ex-girlfriend just outside, her red hair vibrant and flowing in the wind. She is soon inside on the couch with me, and we begin to kiss and hold each other close. This is the first time I can think of that Iíve had this good of a dream about her since we broke up. In most dreams I can remember, she is cold, distant, or angry. In this one, she is welcoming, reciprocating, and affectionate. Then my friend comes in the room, acting like his usual annoying self. IRL, he didnít like my girlfriend, and even told lies about her to my friends. This anger I feel toward him was evident in the dream. I am happy with her in this dream, and I want him out of the picture. Feelings of affection I have for her in the dream are coupled with the feelings of hatred I have for my friend. This is very similar to an instance that occurred a couple months ago IRL. But I wake up and realize, that although Iím over her, my hatred for him remains.
    15. Movie Theater Milk

      by , 10-07-2016 at 01:49 PM
      I remember having been in movie theaters before in dreams. This time it was a theater similar to one I'd been in in a dream, not in real life.

      I was in the theater, no movie was on, no one's in the theater. It's dark, it's big, it has three sections of seats. I walk up to where the screen is and go behind it. It's like a walk in freezer/refrigerator where they keep all the concession things. I look around and find (of all things) milk. There's tons of gallons of milk and little single serving milks. There's also like candy and popcorn and things, but no one is back there.

      So, not a full blown dream, but I'm glad that I'm remembering more and I have to get better about putting things in the journal in the morning.
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