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I attempted to induce a lucid dream tonight but I was too tired, as well as having some sinus pain (and the headache to go with it. The weather is not being kind to me.

At ~7 pm Pacific time, I lie down to sleep and curl up on my side. This is usually my initial sleeping position, prior to WBTB attempts. I fall asleep easily, reminding myself to be aware of my surroundings and do reality checks.

I dream that I am driving down a highway with my brother. Judging by the landscape, it's somewhere in southern Kentucky. I'm driving a very nice car, a BMW with some sort of fancy name (I keep forgetting throughout the dream and having to ask my brother). It's black, with charcoal grey detailing on the interior.

Now my brother is driving. He pulls the car over to the side of the highway, turns it off, and gets out. I assume something is wrong with the car and follow him. We walk down the side of the highway for a few minutes before I ask him, "What's wrong with the car?"
"Nothing," he says, and shrugs.
"I thought it broke down or ran out of gas," I say. "I'm going back to the car, we can't just leave it there."
We turn around and walk back to where the car was. There are several other cars by the side of the road - some older cars, Toyotas and Kias and the like - but my car is gone. After searching up and down the road for a while, I come to the conclusion that the car must have gotten towed. I'm upset with my brother about it, because now we have to go and get it from the impound lot, which will take a lot of time and money.

I wake up. My head hurts. I perform a reality check. I attempt WILD; I fail. I fall back to sleep and re-enter the same dream.

My brother and I are still trying to get the car back from the impound lot. We see an apartment complex, and head there. It may or may not be our home. As we enter an apartment, I realize that my laptop was in the car when it was towed. I'm very upset about this. All of my work is done on my laptop, and all of my files are on it. Without it, I won't be able to work or pay my bills. Even worse, I'm also worried someone will be able to bypass my password and other security measures and access confidential files and information.

I decide to take a shower. There is a small control panel in the shower, and the shower head also functions as a speaker. While I'm showering, I receive an email. I check it on the shower control panel. It's someone saying that they have my laptop and all of the files on it. They have recorded a message for me, and I realize that this person is a 12 year old boy. They are claiming that unless I pay them $1 per file, they will post them all on the Internet.

I'm glad that I have the recording and email as evidence; somehow, the manner in which my shower head/control panel functions also allows me to get their IP. I send them a message back asking them to please meet with me so that I can pay them a hefty sum of money and recover my laptop. They agree to do so. I set about filing a police report and contacting the proper authorities regarding extortion and the b.s. that this kid is trying to pull.

I wake up. My head still hurts. I perform a reality check. I try a WILD anyway but am distracted by the pain, and I just fall asleep.

The dream resumes. I have decided to phone the impound lot to make sure that they actually have my car. I have to ask my brother for the make and model, as I have forgotten.

I now have a motorcycle. I am trying to get to the impound lot to recover my car. I am riding the motorcycle through the apartment complex. One of the tenants is upset that I have been riding up and down the stairs and riding through her apartment as a shortcut. She's decided to catch me doing it, but she's always waiting at the wrong door and I always get around her. I drive over her bed, which left a tire track on the comforter, but didn't. The entire apartment is done in shades of off-white and pastels, and the comforter is a very light (almost white) cream color. There are fake pastel flowers in vases everywhere. I drive out the back door of the apartment, and she is asleep next to the steps. I drive down the steps but accidentally hit the throttle, and go down the steps on my rear wheel. I drive down the highway toward the impound lot.

I wake up. It's 6 a.m. My head still hurts. I attempt to WILD, but everything distracts me. I get up, take an ibuprofen, and go make breakfast.

04.01.2013

Mugged (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This dream was pretty intense and vivid, and I woke up with a racing heartbeat. Exciting though.


I'm on a bus with my bags and bedding on the seat next to me. The bus is about a quarter full.

A man that I feel I've seen before [in a previous dream, perhaps?] gets on and tries to sit next to me, despite the countless empty seats elsewhere. He's large, dirty and wears a wedding ring on a purple, frost-bite-looking finger.

I resist, pushing my bags against him, as I suspect he's up to something. I begin to think he may be intending to beg, and feel bad, thinking people might judge me for denying a poor beggar.

Within seconds, however, I see that he's managed to get my phone, iPod and wallet and is hiding them between his legs. I grab my wallet, falling over him into the aisle, shouting

"This man is trying to rob me, someone please help"

People gasp, but don't move. I drop my wallet at the feet of a man in the middle back seat, who slips it into his bag. I give him a look of thanks, knowing I can trust him to give it back to me later.

I get up on my knees and look at the mugger, contemplating fighting him. The feeling that he'd win easily suddenly washes over me, and he explains that stronger people have tried and failed, and he now seems extremely confident.

As I begin to walk away, I find my feet (metaphorically speaking) and turn round to say

"I'm not the biggest fan of the police, but I'm pretty sure that they're very good at their jobs, and pretty soon they WILL get you. And when they do, rest assured that I'll ask them to give you a right kick in the balls from me!"

and walk off the bus to the sound of everyone cheering.


For some reason I soon get back on the bus for the remainder of my journey, and head back upstairs, avoiding the mugger who now sits comfortably at the back. The rest of the passengers sit in fear.

While looking out the window, I get a tap on the shoulder. The mugger offers me my phone, and I scowl at him, trying to figure out his angle, but he tells me it's ringing.

I answer it to my mum, but it's just an answerphone message, and I think to myself I'll ring her later. I give the phone back to the mugger, who's now walking about the top floor, talking one-sidedly to the frightened passengers.

As I go down the stairs I overhear him saying it's only 2 stops until Nottingham Street [not sure if that's a real place, but I was recently in Nottingham for New Years], and I come to the assumption that that's where he's getting off. I now know where to tell the police to find him.

I wait til the bus reaches its next stop and plan to sprint towards the crowded center of town that we'd just driven through. However, when I end up getting off the bus I instead begin writing down the events, as if in a dream journal so that I won't forget, as well as drawing an amazingly detailed picture of an abstract eye.

Remembering my initial plan, I get my phone out (which is mysteriously back in my possession) and ring 999. I ask for the police, but can't hear the man on the other end, who asks a series of irrelevant questions. The line eventually breaks up.

I contemplate ringing back, but I decide it's too late [time starts to merge as I begin to wake up].

Looks like he got away with it.

Inception Trampoline Portal Thing

The farthest back I can remember this dream is that I'm in the left back seat of my mom's suv. There was a second steering wheel on the back of the driver's seat chair and for some reason that was the one that I had to use to drive the car I was in. Apparently the one in the front was used to control via radio another car that I had to move around earlier in the dream. I think the car that it might've controlled was a small sporty audi (which for in the dream I called a BMW). In hindsight the body of the car reminds me more of a jaguar car than an audi but it had the four rings symbol. Anyways, I was in the back of my house so using the strange second steering, I backed out of the driveway.

While I was backing out I watched a scruffy homeless(y) white guy with long dirty blonde hair in a beanie go into the audi and drive it away. I had a feeling that that was bad but it didn't shake me too much. I continued on my way and drove about 20 ft until I noticed a large group of musicians, mostly string players walking towards my neighbor's house. I immediately knew who they were, they were musicians from a summer program that I was a part of even though the faces were mostly students from my college. I drove to the house they were talking to and fro from and found my neighbors. In the dream they were a wealthy white couple with straight light brown hair, late 20s to early 30s and they were dressed up for something. I got the feeling that it was a funeral except everyone seemed happy and the wife was in a red dress. My mom was there too but she wasn't dressed up. They saw me, said hi, and I brought up the black "BMW" that I saw being stolen and the wife started yelling crying and screaming. It was apparently their car. I left and drove a lot more with my friend peter and it got dark out.

I found myself in some strange building, high ceilings with wooden rafters. It was a little more than dimly lit and a lot of things were painted red. There were two rooms next to each other, both about 30 yards long and 7ish yards deep, maybe 10 yards high. idk why I counted it in yards…one room had a bunch of twin beds and the other room I don't remember as well but that's where the story continues. There was a strange dark lanky figure that was holding open a portal. I think my ex was there and she was explaining to me that it was some type of portal of dreams that you go into and experience some sort of interesting dream dark something…I don't really remember the explanation. Me being up for most things, I said that I was down and, laying on my back I wiggled backwards into the hole and there was no floor supporting me on the other side. I fell into darkness for about 10 seconds then into another large room with the same low light and red paint. I landed on a trampoline and started bouncing around. I looked around and it seemed that this was all that was in the room so I was very confused that the hole of darkness only had a strange trampoline in it. I was jumping up and down really high, high enough that I could grab onto the ceiling's rafters (note I didn't notice that there was no hole that I could've from). Eventually after about a minute or so of bouncing I fell of the trampoline but instead of hitting floor I fell into another realm of darkness. In this darkness I had visions of myself with my arms amputated past the elbows. After a while of this weirdness I fell into another room with a trampoline. This all repeated itself again into another room with a trampoline.

At this point I realized that the point of the portal, or at least my fate in dealing with it, was to be stuck in this loop going on and on forever, falling off the trampoline, through darkness, and onto another trampoline in a room with no source for me to enter through. Obviously I wasn't happy about this so I crouched down and did what I could to "wake up" which eventually worked. I woke up in the room stated above with a bunch of beds. My friend's were shaking me and when I got up they told me that I was in Kate's bed (dunno which kate, I assume Kate M). As they pulled me away, I noticed that I slobbered a little on the pillow so I wiped it off so no one else would see it. We were walking to the other room and the passage between the two had a bunch of mirrors. I saw one mirror where I had the amputated arms and I freaked out. I looked at my own arms and they were normal and when i looked back again to the mirrors, everything was normal.

11.09.2012

Stealing Chemicals For Walter White (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

The first half of this dream is pretty scrambled, and doesn't really make much sense - too much about dreams within dreams and whether or not I was aware that I was dreaming in the first place. I did, however, manage to get semi-lucid towards the end before waking up.

I'm working with Walter White (from Breaking Bad) to steal some chemicals from a lab, just like in one of the episodes.

The first scene I can remember is sitting the garden of a local pub, keeping watch while we melt the lock of a safe behind us which contains the chemicals. While we wait, I remember some talk of doing something else in another dream as part of our plan, but it's hazy.

Once the safe is open, I enter a dream within the current dream alone [suggesting I'm partially aware that I'm dreaming]. I find myself in a large lab room with the safe in front of me. The safe is a fridge for the chemicals and needs to be taken as well, but first I need to empty it of its other contents.

I begin transferring the contents to a nearby box, constantly wary not to touch anything with my fingertips. This proves rather difficult and I drop a few things, making a bit too much noise.

I wonder how much time I have and if anyone can hear me making noise. A thought also flashes across my mind that I'm dreaming, but I don't pay much attention to it. I then imagine someone coming in and finding me, and wonder if I've heard a noise in the distance.

I walk cautiously towards the door with the intent of quickly looking out into the corridor. Before I reach it, however, the door opens and through it comes an African female security guard holding a purple lightsaber.

This confirms that I'm dreaming [though I don't think I became fully lucid at this point] and I instinctively decide to rush the guard, in an attempt to scare her. I try to shout 'BOO!' but all I can do is dribble a pathetic 'buh'.

The dream image freezes and I wake up.

Legitimate Theft

A high school friend of mine is running around the house, but he's not supposed to be here. I chase him outside and confront him on the driveway. He's holding a roll of Smarties, and he's already opened it to start eating. Those were my family's Smarties. I'm just so confused as to why he'd do something like that. I try to communicate to him that if he asks nicely, we'd be happy to give him the Smarties--but that it's really not okay to steal them. He agrees. I tell him that he can keep the Smarties this time, but he can never, ever take anything from my family's house again. He agrees again, but then he confidently asks if he can just tell me something.

Uh oh . . . maybe he knows something that I don't. Indeed, he continues on to inform me that he already sent an email to my mom, to explain that he would be coming by today to steal some Smarties. He sent this yesterday, so she had plenty of warning. Hmmm. His use of the word "steal" in that email is strange, but if he got permission from Mom, I guess he didn't do anything wrong. Looks like I've just made a fool out of myself by lecturing him so much. I try to save what little face I can, keeping my confident tone of voice while I back away and admit that this was "my bad," and that everything he did was perfectly legitimate.

I was getting ready to take a trip. At night I stashed my luggage in an alley because I didn't have anywhere else to put it. The next morning all of the stuff that was in it was gone. The suitcase was zipped back up by the thief.

I was trying to call a co-worker (MB) to get some extra clothes. I was using his phone which was old and nearly dead. I wasn't getting through with him, finally finding out that he was away. Meanwhile, a middle aged woman was trying to hit on me at the bar. She was eating a strawberry.

Later, my girlfriend was walking down the street with a co-worker who is also the mayor of his town. They were going to New York or Atlantic City and asking me when they should leave. I said, "NOW." Then me and my girlfriend began holding hands in front of him and you could tell he was disappointing that she was taken but he didn't get angry at me. I remember thinking in the dream that she would think it an honor to date the mayor; who am I compared to him?

02.09.2012

Stealing Jaffa Cakes (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

My 4th lucid, and my second in the space of a week! That's what I call progress. Still relatively brief, but definitely more vivid.


I'm either homeless or just poor, and I'm starving. It's early in the morning and I enter a shop in search of some cheap food. It's so early, however, that the shelves are still empty and the owner is nowhere to be seen.

Sitting in front of me, though, is a plate of chocolate biscuits and jaffa cakes which are free for paying customers. Looking around, I decide to just take them all and walk out the shop.

As I leave, I just about make out an announcement over the music coming from my headphones. I decide it doesn't concern me, but I take my headphones off just in case another one comes.

'You're only allowed one! You're only allowed one!' screams a second announcement, and I run, realising they've caught me stealing.

Looking behind me, I see four attack dogs close on my tail. I jump over various obstacles to try and escape, but the dogs follow in kind. Like many of my dreams, I can't run very fast, despite my efforts [my first hint at this being a dream], but I look back again and notice the dogs are bounding like rabbits rather than running like dogs.

This is all the proof I need, I'm dreaming. I ascend effortlessly into the air, taking in the imaginary landscape I've subconsciously created.

I get high enough to see that I'm on an island, and the higher I get, the more the landscape resembles a minimap from video game, with icons appearing over each building indicating their function.

I'm then reminded of what I'd read on DV earlier that week, about a DV user flying up through space. I give it a go, seeing how high I can reach, but before long I reach the Earth's atmosphere, and I start to get a bit nervous. I decide to save this for another night.

I was in a castle in the presence of an evil king, and I was waiting for my turn to be interrogated by him about the theft of some object. Befor me he was questioning other travelers. The first managed to convince the king that he was innocent, but the king's evil advisor convinced him to put him to death because in prison (which was very nice and on a lake) there was no room. Then he fled to a mountain road. Another traveler, ill-natured, and perhaps the culprit is questioned and blamed, again due to the servant, and fleeing he steals three rings located on the stairs of the building. At that point, the royal guards reached him, but he put them on the run with some bats he called for support, and managed to escape.

dream : comments : lucid

I don't really remember anything from last night, so let's go back through the archives and post one of the most standout dreams I've ever had which was lost when that hacking incident occurred. This is a slightly smaller version of the original post due to me forgetting a lot of it during the interim.

It has a really vivid series of characters, most of whom I know from real life but only in vague sort of ways.

Shit gets a bit full-on at the end and I'd love to hear anyone's thoughts on it:


10th of February, 2012

It was mine and Nooks' wedding day but I'd forgotten to organise a suit or even groomsmen.

Eventually that fact changed and the wedding was to be tomorrow instead, so it all worked out. To celebrate this new fact, I went to a casino-type place and ate oysters covered in absinthe and vodka (*shudders*).
After a fair bit of rowdiness and haziness, I awoke in bed with Danni (a random girl who sold Nooks her car) but it was a purely platonic thing; I was just sleepin'.

Danni told me that her wedding to Arin (her boyfriend at the time) had been particularly average at best, and that he'd most recently just gotten her porn for her birthday. She was pretty upset and we talked for a while with her warning me to do my best or some such thing.

At one point I must've left because I next found myself coming home, where I discovered a bunch of people (Danni included) moving our bins out onto the kerb for collection. They were bringing them out of a strange little indoor glasshouse/bike shed so I went to help them and casually mentioned that today was my wedding day.
To clear my head I went for a stroll/ride down the street where I bumped into Seon's dad, who was apparently a doctor. He looked at me then ran into the street and began yelling out this amazingly lovely speech about me- things like "His eyes are truly open!" and semi-profound dream statements like that.

During his little moment, Arin came up and was talking to him and crying. We asked him what was up and he said that he and Danni had broken up but that it was okay because she was beautiful and wonderful, but not the girl he really loved.

After that he went off and began working at a corner-store which I followed him to and ordered a spring roll. He got one from a bookshelf and gave it to me and I thought it was only half cooked coz it was all soggy on one side. Turns out it was actually half cheese, half spring roll. D'uh.

I realised I'd left my phone and wallet on a table outside at that moment, so I went out to collect it and eat my gross lunch. From the doorway, I noticed Tabitha taking my money and gleefully counting it. I accused her of stealing but she refused to give it back so I started getting physically violent with her. I decided that the best course of action was to have a People's Court and asked those around what they'd seen. Somehow they sided with her so I grabbed her by the throat and threw her inside the store, warning her that "I reckon at least one prostitute is killed by a man every day... It's a bad day to be a prostitute." Then I laughed coz it was a bit of a stupid insult.

Somehow she became a deputy of some kind that I reported to a Sheriff who was having a cup of coffee nearby. As I was doing that, I noticed a TV playing in the background which I entered the vision of:

It was a woman sitting on a deck in a rocking chair, slowly cutting up a baby in this profoundly, excruciatingly, extremely graphic nature; just sort of peeling it and getting covered in blood. The baby was just sitting there staring straight at me and blinking every now and then. Not making a sound as she slowly cut off it's arms and feet. It was mortifying but I couldn't look away.
After a while of watching this I began to vomit grey goo over the railing and then I woke up, disturbed yet intrigued by the contents of such a dream.

Monday April 23, 12. 12:30pm- 5:30am

My dream faded in and I was sitting in my car talking to my friend Chris. She was telling me about a deal she made with a friend and she wanted my help. Chris is one of my best friends, so of course I said yes. She told me that we had to sleep overnight by the building, in the car to avoid suspicion. So we did, when I woke up I remembered a dream, I grabbed my dream journal and pages fell out of it. I grabbed all the pages and put them back in order, and then I flipped to a blank page and wrote the dream down. By that time Chris woke up and told me it was time. We crept into the building, we were looking for some amazing thing, Chris instructed me that when we find it, it must be put in a taco shell to avoid suspicion. As I looked around I noticed I was in a old fast food joint. There was a big stove, fryers, sandwich making station. There were cobwebs everywhere and it was so dusty and dark. I found this black fuzzy thing. That was it, I grabbed it and put it in the taco. I crept back out to the car, put the taco in it and tried to start my car. My car wouldn’t start! I got out and looked around, my lights have been on all night. I ran back in and told Chris and she said, “no big deal, we can find someone to jump us.” So much for being secretive. We walked outside and a car started turning into the parking lot. I was scared, I didn’t want to get caught. Chris walked up to the car, started to talk and I woke up.-End Dream-

Thoughts- this dream was more detailed than the rest. I told Chris this dream and she laughed so hard, i love it!

No recall the last two nights, unfortunately, but it was my own fault. Tried to WILD last night but could not keep myself awake long enough. Did remember a small clip though:

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19/4/12
VITAMIN B6

I'm in some sort of cottage with some friends. We think the house might have been broken into, but after checking round, we decide it's all clear. All of us go out, with exception of one who stays behind. Not long after we leave, we get a call from him, saying he left the door unlocked and someone might be inside the house.

As we journey back to the house everyone thinks about which valuables they might have had stolen, but I'm safe in the knowledge that my expensive macbook is chained to the wall.

Once back, I enter the house with my dad, and suddenly realise I had taken my laptop off the chain very briefly recently. As I suspect, it's gone. I start shouting in anger, but it's my dad that flies into a huge unnecessary rage.

Once I've calmed down I half wake up, realising it was just a dream, before then waking up for real.

Another dream recall which occurred after getting up, this time in the shower. Such a nice feeling following each vague detail until you've got the whole picture (or at least a significant chunk of it).

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11/4/12

I'm in Bristol [where I recently visited to see some old school friends] and in some sort of school assembly or something. Behind the rows of people in the audience are a set of stairwells, filled to the brim with chavs. I go into one of them, and see the masses of chavs start to move towards me to try and cut me off. I pretend not to notice them and casually jump over the railings down a flight of stairs.

Later, I'm sitting in a large communal tent with about 50 or so others, all on picnic tables. I get up to walk about briefly, and stupidly leave my bag where I was sitting, which contains my very valuable laptop. As soon as I step out of the tent, multiple young chavs (no older than 12 years old) rush in grabbing peoples' bags, including mine. I sprint after the one with my bag, despite feeling extremely tired and aching all over. I catch up to him when he runs out of energy, trying to pass my stuff to his friend. I get my hands on him and the bag and punch him in the face a few times while he's on the floor.

Pretty intense dream...

02/07/12

Note: I haven't posted dreams for quite a few days due to the fact I have been sick. I started out last Thursday by tossing my cookies and I haven't felt good since. So some of these dreams are fragments from when I was sick which means they might make even less sense than they often do… which is saying something! It seems that when I am sick to my stomach I start dreaming about food… which makes things worse! >.< I hope to get back to posting dreams regularly now.

02/02/12: Food Poison
I am in a game of Oblivion, looking around for stuff to steal, specifically I am looking for food and potion ingredients to steal since once I make a potion out of them they will no longer be flagged as stolen. So I steal a bunch of ingredients, make a bunch of potions, and sell them. In Cyrodiil, crime DOES pay! So I pick up some ingredients from a house I just broke into, I decide to eat a couple of them since that will also boost my alchemy experience level… I'm not sure of the reasoning behind that one… I eat some bread, cheese, and lettuce. I steal more food and leave. I eat a sweet cake for dessert and wash it down with an ale. I am heading for another place to get more ingredients when I start feeling yucky. Sick, like I might puke. This feeling wakes me up, but I am able to ignore it and I fall back asleep right away.

Back in Cyrodiil, I am still stealing food, and I am still feeling sick. I wonder if somehow the stolen food is tainted. I wonder if the fact the food is flagged as stolen makes it tainted somehow… eating stolen food will make me sick while eating the same food not stolen won't make me sick. That idea seems absurd, but to counter the sick feeling I go into a shop and buy some food and eat it. That only makes me feel worse… and I wake up again… this time I get up and toss my cookies.

02/03/12: My Ex-Boyfriend Wants to Eat WHAT???
I am playing Oblivion on my laptop computer, and I realize my ex boyfriend is in the room with me. He is watching me play Oblivion, and I am collecting ingredients for potions. I collect a piece of mudcrab meat from a dead mudcrab. James says that looks like it would taste good with chocolate syrup. Yuck… I collect some more ingredients and James now says he wants to eat venison with chocolate syrup. Yuck again. I tell him that sounds gross. He says not if you put it in a blender and mix it up with some eggplant and the crab meat and maybe a bit of split pea soup… he is starting to gross me out. Just listening to him makes me feel nauseous. He says if I throw up he wants to keep it… nothing mixes ingredients together better than a human stomach. Now I think I am definitely going to puke… I wake feeling ill, but fortunately I don't toss my cookies this time.


02/04/12: Keep Eating, Pig!
I am sitting at a dinner table that is piled high with everything yummy I can think of, so many sweets I can't count it all. All of it is stuff I really shouldn't eat on my diet. Chocolate cake, ice cream, pies, more cakes, candy… so much of it! I think I want to cheat on my diet a bit, so I eat a cupcake. There is a voice speaking to me that I can't locate the source of. The voice tells me to eat all I want, these sweets are calorie free! Yay! So I eat a piece of chocolate cake and a piece of lemon meringue pie. I am now quite pleasantly full. I get up to leave the table, but some force pushes me back in the chair and says I'm not done yet. Eat everything! Um… that is way too much for me to eat at one time. I tell the voice that. It keeps saying to eat. I finally eat a bit more, but that makes me feel sick. I say if I eat more I'll puke. The voice says good, go ahead and puke! I wake up feeling sick, but I don't toss my cookies.


02/05/12: No Dreams
Note: Today was one of the first days my stomach was feeling better, so I was able to sleep through the whole night… it must have been a deep sleep, as I didn't remember having a single dream.

02/06/12: Weave Spell
I am in a concert hall, and I am wandering through the place just exploring. I see there is a band I don't recognize playing there, but I do recognize the lead singer. It is Bret Michaels from the band Poison. I am surprised to see him there when I don't recognize the group. I discover, and this doesn't seem odd to me, that I can step sideways and move through dimensions, just slide from one to the next. I do that and the band changes. Bret Michaels seems to slide, too. He appears and keeps singing. Is he also a traveler? I side step through several more worlds, and he follows. I go outside of the concert hall and I find there are trees around, and it is night. I don't see Bret Michaels now. I hear someone approaching. Just a bit too late I get the feeling I don't want to be seen. An old man and an old woman emerge from the trees with a shotgun. The man points the shotgun at me. I grab it by the barrels… it's a double barrel… and I bend the gun like it's made of paper. I hear some strange chants coming from the trees, from all around. "Weave spell, inerevum sancotatum, weave spell," it says over and over. The gun is changing forms in my hand, responding to that chant. It is trying to reform around my hand and aim at me again. I block that effect, but I seem to be in a contest of wills with the unseen spell caster. I am still doing that when Bret Michaels comes out of the concert building and plays guitar for a bit… which causes the elderly couple to retreat into the trees.


02/07/12: Unconscious Theft
I am at school, though it isn't one of the classes I am taking in waking life. I am taking notes in a notebook, writing down as fast as I can to keep up with the instructor. When the class ends I get up to go get something to eat. I head down to the cafeteria and buy a burger, fries, and a drink. I am sitting at the table eating when someone from my class comes over and is pissed off. I wonder why. I then see that I have their backpack and purse sitting beside me. I don't even remember picking that stuff up… when did I do that? She wants to know why I have her stuff, which is a logical thing to wonder. I am thinking that if I tell her I have no clue, and I don't remember picking it up, that will sound like a lie… so I tell a lie. I say she left it behind, and I was holding on to it for her so no one else would steal it. I add that if I hadn't run into her again I would have taken it to lost and found. She doesn't seem to believe me. She says she left it in the classroom because we have another class there later today, I know that! Now give the stuff back! She takes the stuff and leaves in a huff. I realize I do have to go to the class again today, but I don't really want to go to class with that person who clearly thinks I stole her stuff intending to keep it. And the fact is I have no idea why I stole her stuff, I don't even remember doing it. So I am considering ditching today.

01/30/12

Note: Last night was a bit odd… I remember a lot of fragments of dreams that I'm not sure if they are connected or not, but here they are…

When It Rains
I am in a strange place, it is out in the middle of the wilderness. I don't recognize the place, though I might not since it is hard to see the surroundings through the pouring rain. It is also rather cold out, and I feel the wet rain penetrating through my clothes to my skin, I am feeling quite cold. I look around and I see a small tent not far from me and I realize I am supposed to sleep in there, so I go to the tent to try to dry off in it. I get in the tent and I realize it is no better than being outside. The tent is small and cramped, it doesn't seem to do anything to keep the cold out, and the worst part is the thing leaks so it is raining almost as badly inside as outside. I decide I won't be able to sleep here, so I head out of the tent. I will find an inn where I can rent a bed for a few gold. Hopefully I have enough… if not, I might have to pick someone's pocket to get the money for a dry bed for the night.


To The Movies
I am with my friend Alicia, and we are heading out of Tucson, going south. There is a movie theater down there and we are going to check and see if they will have a specific movie playing or not. We are traveling in a helicopter, the pilot lands in a flat area near a road. I see my car is there, so Alicia and I switch to the car and continue going. The theater is sure out in the middle of nowhere. When we finally get there we go to the box office and ask about the movie we're looking to see. The man in the box office doesn't even wait to hear the title, he says he knows nothing about any movies past this coming Friday… which I know to be tomorrow. He refuses to be of any help at all. Alicia is annoyed that we came all the way out here for nothing. I am also annoyed, but I add that at least we got a free helicopter ride out of it. Alicia agrees reluctantly and adds that it was her first trip in a helicopter.


Nomad and MoSh
I am in a strange place with Nomad and MoSh, and there are a couple other people there with us as well. I don't recognize them. We are in what looks like a small space capsule with seats on both sides of the elongated capsule. The room is about the shape of an elongated sphere, there is no way of telling which is the front or back or if it is even meant to move. I am sitting between Nomad and MoSh. The walls of the room are all padded with the same material that might be found in a padded room of a mental ward. There is a bright white light, but I can't see where it is coming from. Nomad seems excited about something, MoSh seems disinterested. I don't remember what we are doing or where we might be going, but I do get the sensation of motion as the capsule shoots straight up into the air. Nomad voices a loud and excited, "Here we go!" while MoSh just rolls his eyes and groans. I do nothing, still not sure what is going on, but I don't want to appear stupid and admit that.


Blue Spirals of Madness
I am in the living room of our house, I am working on my laptop doing some 3D modeling. The computer is working fine, so that doesn't trigger me to do a reality check. I decide I want to listen to an audio book while I work, so I switch to iTunes to select one. I select a Dean Koontz book to play and start the first track. I go back to my modeling, expecting the book to start, but nothing happens. I switch back to iTunes and I see that the video effects that I am used to seeing on Windows Media Player are playing but there is no sound. I don't really give any thought to the fact that iTunes doesn't have the video effects screen… The screen is showing blue circles expanding and contracting on the screen, it also seems to be stuck. It isn't changing. Damn, I hope I don't have a virus… I change the screen to go to the internet and the monitor goes dark. Shit! It is a virus! I immediately pull the plug on my external hard drives, fearing the data I may have already lost. The blue circles return to the screen, now they are in 3D somehow. They seem to be coming out of the monitor at me. Then I realize they actually are coming out of the monitor… The spirals surround me as I sit in front of my laptop, they are making me a bit dizzy. It feels like I am falling into the computer… falling into the monitor… but instead I fall into bed and wake up.


Stealing Spree
I am in a place I don't recognize, it is an office building of some kind. I remember I am there for an interview. I go to the receptionist and say I am there for my interview. She says she will let the boss know, so I sit down to wait. I ask the receptionist where the restroom is, and she directs me to a door. I go through the door and see it is not a restroom… it's a storage closet. I tell her that and she says it's ok, everyone does their business in there… um… yuck… I go into the room and sure enough it smells like a sewer. I look at the stuff being stored in there. There are many different things tossed into baskets with no organization at all. I look at some of them. There are many computer items there. Small cameras, jump drives, some things I can't identify but they look cool… so I start taking stuff. There is no organization, no way of telling how many of what is in there. I grab a couple jump drives, a couple miniature cameras, and a couple things I can't identify before the receptionist opens the door without knocking and says the boss is ready. I go to the boss' office and see a man sitting across the desk. He looks at me strangely and then announces I stink. Did I use the bathroom before coming here? Yuck! Go home, I won't be working here when I pee in a closet. I leave his office, a bit annoyed, but also excited to see what those computer components I stole are…

01/17/12

School Stealing
I am at school at Pima Community College, which is where I am taking a couple classes during the spring semester. I am on my way to class. I know exactly where class is, and I am running a bit early, so I wander around a bit. The more extra steps I take the better it is for my diet. As I wander I am thinking I forgot to bring any supplies to school… no paper, no pencil… I see a wall with lockers on it. The lockers can be rented by students to keep their books in between classes as opposed to carrying all the books all day. One of the lockers is open a bit. It looks like someone didn't want to spend the 50 cents or so to rent the locker so they just left their stuff. I am curious, so I peek in there. There is a backpack there and nothing else. No one is watching me, I take the backpack and walk away as if there was nothing strange. I figure this backpack surely has some paper and a pencil in it, so my problem is solved. I wonder if I might find a jump drive I can use as well. I go to class and sit down, waiting for class to start. I open the backpack to take out some paper but I find there are no school supplies in the backpack. It is stuffed with cash! Stacks of $20 bills, and lots of them! Wtf? I had thought I was jacking someone's books and notebooks and stuff and I find all this money! I glance around to see if anyone is watching me. No one is paying any attention to me. I close the backpack and wonder where I might be able to find a pencil and paper now…


Kleptomania
I am with my mother and we are visiting a friend somewhere in town. This person is really more of my mother's friend than mine, and I quickly get bored. I say I need to use the bathroom and I leave to do so. I wander around a bit as I go, I figure the friend won't mind. After all, she gave us a tour of the house when my mom and I first arrived, so there's nothing here I haven't seen before. I am looking in the different rooms when I get a bit nosier than I probably should be. I peek in a jewelry box to see what kind of jewelry our friend likes to keep. Some of it is quite pretty, but nothing especially catches my attention. I close the box and peek in a couple other places. Still being nosey. I peek inside a closed roll top desk and find there is a really old looking book there. Cool! There's actually several of the books in a small pile. I open one of the books to see what is inside. It is blank inside, a blank journal. It is such a cool looking book… I slip the book into the waistband of my jeans, hidden under my shirt. I close the desk and then leave the room, heading into the bathroom. There are cute little fluffy stuffed animals, about the size of a mouse. I put one in my pocket without even thinking about it. I take care of business in the bathroom and then return to the living room where my mom and her friend are chatting still. My mom is ready to leave, so we say our goodbyes and head out. In the car my mom asks what that is in my pocket. She sees the stuffed animal I stole. She is mad about that and says I had better hope our friend doesn't notice or we will never be invited over there again. I wonder what will happen when our friend notices the journal missing…