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    1. Escape from the Privileged Life to get to a Hockey Game

      by , 05-09-2011 at 02:49 PM (Brainy Vapours)
      My rich friend and I are shopping in some rich European type store. I tell her I've had enough, I'm tired, and we go to leave. We try to get out of the store by way of this strange exit at the plaza. We must go through the fur coat section, which disturbs me, but I say nothing. We find a ladder we have to climb to get out. As we climb we joke about escape from the privileged life, and she jokes that we are somewhere between many portions of fillet mignon beef. I laugh at this random and obscure idea. She tells me that she realizes now that she was tired of this rich life.

      We climb all the way to the top, then slide down some crazy water slide like things that have no water. I get distracted by a girl who keeps going up and down the slides, complaining about her wardrobe malfunctions. My friend is also getting too distracted by the girl. I look at my watch and I'm horrified to realize that it's 19:25, and I was supposed to be on a train to Toronto at 19:24. I was supposed to meet up with my family at the hockey game (strange, as I absolutely HATE hockey) there. I start swearing and having a meltdown.

      Me and my friend run full out to the Haubtbahnhof. It's a mess of criss crossing tracks in a very unGerman looking chaotic mess. There are very complex and difficult to understand train numbers which make me feel panic that I won't be able to find the right train. Somehow we find out that I have to wait for the number 10, then transfer to the number 7. We're walking on a glass platform that has a film of water running over top of it, giving the illusion of walking on water. I can see the shadows of fish below me. I take out a small rusk cake and crumble it up to feed the fishes, whispering a spell as I sprinkle it into the water.
      Some onlooking French men are curious asking me what I am doing, what is that dust I am sprinkling.

      The train arrives now and it looks as though it's passed through a rainstorm. I get the feeling there was a hail storm somewhere. I squeeze into the first very cramped car of the train. It's very dark and close in there. A disabled man in an automated wheel chair departs the train. I manage to find 2 free seats but my friend is sitting a couple of rows ahead, speaking Japanese to some stranger. I didn't realize she was coming with me.

      I notice that the train is called "Noodles" rather than whatever it is supposed to be called. I ask the driver and he says we have to get out at the terminus station called Noodles and walk down the train tracks in the underground tunnel to get to the next stop. It's been like this all day, he tells me, perhaps there is construction.
    2. bill clinton and bridge; oprah winfrey and event; bugs and light; japanese movie argument

      by , 05-08-2011 at 01:58 PM
      Good morning, everybody.

      Dream #1

      I was in something like an atrium, at the foot of an escalator, with a big crowd of people. The atrium was gigantic. The walls were made of glass, and they let in the deep blue sky and sunlight, though somehow shaded, maybe because the glass was tinted slightly. The escalator was also enormous.

      Bill Clinton stood near me in the crowd. We may actually have been walking near each other as we had gone down some corridor to get to the atrium. Clinton was wearing a pink polo shirt and kind of pale blue jeans. As we stood before the escalator he said something historical about the atrium, and possibly about the bridge outside the atrium. The bridge was likely the Brooklyn Bridge.

      I thought the stuff Clinton was saying was pretty interesting. I tried to stand closer to him as we all went up the escalator. But I felt like I was being annoying, so I kind of backed away from him. We got up to the top of the escalator. There was a small landing and then another, smaller escalator. I think I took the opportunity of this landing to back even farther away from Clinton, to be less annoying.

      Somehow I ended up out on the Brooklyn Bridge. The bridge was colossal. I could only see portions of it as I traveled under it, either via car or subway. The road was covered in dark shadow.

      I was then on a subway train that was running above ground. This eventually turned into a bus. There were only two other passengers on the bus: both were male friends of mine. We, or they, also knew the bus driver. He was driving us through a kind of quiet part of town, like some area far out in Queens or farther out on Long Island. The sun was shining orange-yellow like it was early morning.

      The guys and the bus driver were talking back and forth with each other. The bus driver finally asked me, "Hey, should I be dropping you off at the college with these guys?" I couldn't think of any reason why I'd be going to the college, but I didn't want to disappoint the guy by saying no. I may have been really curled up in a seat, so that my knees were against the back of the seat in front of me.

      Dream #2

      I was in a department store with Oprah Winfrey. We stood at the end of a bunch of clothing displays, at a wall which was a window looking down at some other section of the building of which the department store was a part. There were maybe one or two other people around us.

      We finished watching some event down below. I turned to Oprah and thanked her forf inviting me to this event. She was very friendly, but I don't think she said anything. She was gone.

      I walked away from the window. I was probably heading out of the store. I saw a black woman looking through some clothing.The woman's back was turned to me. But, for some reason, I thought she was Oprah. So I walked up to her and said, "Oprah, I just want to thank you again for reminding me about this event. If it hadn't been for you--"

      But now the woman turned around. She was really short and round. She had very dark skin, and she wore dark sunglasses. She looked pretty mean! She wore a pale denim jacket, jeans, and hat. She yelled at me, "Why are you calling me Oprah? Just because I'm black, I have to be Oprah?"

      I was scared, and I backed off pretty quick. I didn't know how to respond. I kind of forgot whether I'd thought the person I'd thought the woman was was Oprah or my old friend and co-worker, CL. I figured it must have been CL, even though I couldn't remember her name. But she didn't look like the mean woman either.

      I had walked back to the window I had stood at with Oprah. I think I had figured out that CL had reminded me about this event, and that I had met Oprah there. I figured that if I really wanted to thank CL, I could write her a letter. I either held a letter really close to my face or saw a letter in my mind's eye. The letter was on notebook paper, in pencil, and in really big, loose, scrawly handwriting. I may finally have seen CL's name.

      Dream #3

      I was in a bedroom in the dark. There was, for some reason, a towel rack right near the light switch. It was my blue towel. In the dim light I saw a bug crawling across the towel. The bug was either a smallish roach or a gigantic bed bug. I was really grossed out, and I wanted to see what kind of bug it was before I killed it.

      So I stepped back and flicked a switch on a small wall a couple feet away and in front of the bedroom door. The bedroom light bulb flickered, popped, and went out. To solve this problem, I walked a little bit into the room and pulled a string from the ceiling to turn the light on. The only thing that happened was a little bit of plaster falling on my head.

      So I went to the closet to see if I could find a light bulb or some other source of light. I flicked a light switch in the closet, but it didn't turn on, either. But then, somehow, I found some source of light. This light source became like a light bulb inside the closet.

      I was looking directly into the top shelf of the closet. There were a lot of lamps, all arranged as if in a shop. The lamps were all small, wooden, on a square base, with a candle-like, wooden cylinder running up about 8cm and ending in the metallic fixture for the bulb.

      I grabbed a couple of these, figuring that if I placed these lamps strategically, I could get decent light in the room, though not so much light as I'd get if I had the ceiling ligjht working.

      I then saw behind the lamps. There were all kinds of canned foods -- things like SPAM, cocktail weiners, and corned beef hash. I might have seen other provisions. I suddenly realized that whoever had put this room together had put it together as a kind of shelter in case of some kind of disaster, possibly including nuclear war.

      Dream #4

      I was sitting at a table and eating with my friend H. The table and the lighting of the room remind me of a fast food restaurant or a cafeteria in a place like a school. We may have been eating something like fries and mayonnaise.

      H said, "You talk about -----'s (can't remember) movies so much, as if you were such a big fan of Japanese film. But when was the last time you actually went to the theatre to watch a Kurosawa film?"

      For some reason I kept getting ----- confused with Ozu. But this director was much more recent. But I also wanted to tell H that I actually had seen Kurosawa films lately. I may have had images from Ran and The Hidden Fortress in my head, though I couldn't actually get their titles correct.

      I may have felt, in some way or another, like I was shrinking, or maybe hunching over more and more.
    3. Catching a Train

      by , 04-14-2011 at 09:17 PM (Dreams of the Maeniac)
      [B]06.04.11[/B][COLOR="royalblue"]

      I was standing on the platform on a train station. It resembled, or at least in my mind it was a train station i know from real life.
      But it wasn't the way it usually was, this time it was curved, and there was a staircase that lead down into a tunnel to my left. The staircase was in the right spot, and there was a platform on the other side of the rails, just like in real life. Difference was that the staircase lead downards, instead of up.
      The train arrives. Me and a pair and perhaps a few others realize that we're on the wrong platform. I started running, down the tunnel to get there. I think I notice some people in the tunnel, but I don't remember what was different about them. I think it might have been a litle girl and some man talking on a phone.

      When I get up on the right platform, I see on a sign that the right train arrives in 1 minute, and then realize that it's actually already here, and not only that, but it's already started moving. For some reason, it stops and lets me get in. There are 6 seats in every row, with still quite a lot of space to walk in. Looks more like the interior of a plane than a train, it has seperate seats with seat belts.
      I'm stressed out from being in such a hurry, so I'm not thinking clearly, so I just quickly scan the room and sit down on the seat that's farthest away from the window and closest to the space where people walk past. I realize that there's a little girl sitting in the seat by the window, which makes me uncomfortable and anxious. Somehow we end up in a tickle fight, and another little girl joins in. No idea where she came from... [/COLOR]
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    4. Who Are You Supposed to Be?

      by , 03-27-2011 at 01:55 AM (Nocturn Core (Abridged))
      I was on a train. Two guys noticed that they both had Swiss Gear backpacks. I showed them mine, and they laughed when they saw I had one, too. I realized one of the guys was Eric Weller.

      “Eric?” I blinked. He pointed at himself as if to make sure I was talking to him.

      “Yeah, I’m supposed to be Eric. Who are you supposed to be?” The phrasing of his question was bizarre. I replied in a manner that struck it down.

      “I’m Josh.”

      “Oh! Right!” Awkward silence followed. We got off the train and came to a room with strangely shaped windows… It was painted purple throughout. I thought about how much I wanted to realize I was dreaming. Then, confused by the origins of the thought, I looked around. I was dreaming! I grabbed Eric by the shoulders.

      “Dude, we’re in a dream. What do you feel like doing?”

      “I dunno…”

      “Neither do I! Let’s fly!” I threw him out the window forcibly and jumped out after him. He didn’t know how to fly, so he just tumbled toward the rugged mountain valleys below us. I swooped down and pointed a finger at him to levitate his body in the air.

      “What are you doing?!” he cried, waving his arms.

      “Try moving. Float up.” As I spoke, he drifted upward. He panicked when he couldn’t change directions, however, and I had to bring him down with my magic finger. “You’re bad at this…” I brought him down to a boat on the side of a mountain. I gave my intent to summon Nicole, and voila! There she was, standing on the deck. She looked around, then at me. “Welcome to my dream,” I said. “Is it really you, or are you just ‘supposed to be’ Nicole?” Eric didn’t seem pleased by my teasing question.

      “I’m me…” Nicole said. “So hold on, we’re dreaming?”

      “Yes. I saw a portal while I was flying around. Let’s go into it!” Nicole agreed, so we flew up to a purple vortex in the sky. Darkness spiraled into it as it seemed to spin. We were both sucked in. Hopefully, dream Eric didn’t starve in the middle of nowhere – we left him behind. The vortex filled my vision.


      I had a false awakening. I sat up in bed, staring down at my hand. My arm was incredibly long – at least five feet – and each of my fingers branched off into two. I felt like I was going cross-eyed. I couldn’t focus on anything properly. After a while, things stabilized, and my hand was normal.

      “I guess we’re not dreaming,” I told Nicole.

      Updated 03-31-2011 at 01:58 AM by 19592

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    5. (03/26/11) - Inception in Real Life

      by , 03-26-2011 at 04:49 PM (LiveInTheDream's DJ v2.5)
      Wow, it feels like forever since I last got on these forums! Hopefully I'm back to stay awhile...

      So in recent months I haven't really even tried to lucid dream. If I did try it would fail every time; maybe things just got too routine to be meaningful enough to cause my brain to go lucid. I honestly don't know. But I think now that I have spent a decent amount of time away from lucid dreaming, as long as I have a goal in mind I can get back into it.

      That goal came to me last night as I watched Inception for the second time. Of course I realized how much of it isn't true to real life, but a lot of things from the movie could work, with some slight modifications. So I decided that in the coming weeks I'm going to try to take as many concepts from Inception as possible and turn them into a real life, working form. At the same time I will simply be keeping a normal journal of my dreams to aid in recall. For the sake of those that dislike people using Inception for real-life lucid dreaming, I'll be including small sections that explain the reasoning behind each part, to prove I'm not mindlessly following a hollywood story.

      Last night, being the first of this quest, I had to start small and simple, with something that could work without a few days' practice beforehand. That narrowed things down to none other than the kick. I went with Non je ne Regrette Rien, the song used in Inception, set to an alarm on my netbook (using Easy MP3 Alarm) so that it would deliver the kick right about 4:00am.

      I don't recall a lot about the dream I was having, but I do remember that suddenly everything went black, and I heard the sound of a trumpet as if it had been recorded and then exponentially slowed down. It faded in and out, the blasts increasing in pitch and frequency as time went on. After a few seconds, the trumpet was normal speed, and I could hear Edith Piaf's voice in addition to the trumpets. I was successfully awakened by the song.

      Why it works: This is up for debate, but I believe the reason this song in particular is effective at waking people up is because the trumpets function similarly to a beat in an isochronic tone. Because the trumpets sound off at a relatively high frequency, your brain's natural reaction is to adjust to match that frequency, which is too high for sleeping, thus waking you up.

      After that, I got up, shut down the netbook so I'd stop wasting electricity (I'm no environmentalist, but that stuff isn't cheap! ), and then got back in bed, hoping I'd remain conscious enough to reach lucidity.

      Next time my eyes opened, I was laying on a mattress without sheets, looking up at a roof of blue-tinted steel, and a very bright light. I sat up and walked out of my chamber, finding the whole building to be made of the same blue-ish metal. The architecture was odd--not based on squares and rectangles like normal buildings, but rather everything was based on a hexagonal shape. The hallways were also lined with screens that were embedded into the walls. They were displaying games and programs currently in testing. As I continued walking down the hallway, I passed a room where I could see the people who were actually doing the testing. I got the feeling that I was in the headquarters some software development company, or something of that nature.

      When I got outside, I saw a group of my friends, but before I could even say anything to them, they had grabbed me and pulled me behind some weird structure, telling me that I had to be careful not to be seen by the police. Apparently I had accidentally committed some crime in regards to the software company, and false memory caused me to believe it. I also wasn't alone; one dream character had done the same thing as me, and had to hide as well.

      After a while of just sneaking around trying to find our way home, I heard loud machine noises coming from behind me and turned to see a train driving along an elevated track. The track was horribly damaged and out of repair, and swayed back and forth as the train sped along, trying to cross the weak section before it gave way. It didn't happen; the tracks began to fall apart shortly ahead of the train, and within a moment the train had driven off the end and landed in a (very realistic) explosion.

      Something about that explosion and its realism drew me very strongly into the dream, and everything took on a greater depth and clarity. I really felt like I was there, and perhaps I even had a sense of being in a dream, but it didn't register enough for me to truly be lucid.

      At any rate, with the train drawing all the attention of the police, the DC and I no longer had to worry about sneaking around. In fact, we were primary witnesses of what happened, so the police and news reporters all wanted to ask us questions instead of turn us in.

      I walked around and talked to some people after that, but the dream was pretty much over from that point; nothing very interesting happened thereafter. What I do find interesting is how my mind translated my desire to really be in the dream--as in, a dream that I'm in deeply enough for it to be clear and have the depth of consciousness to it--in the form of an explosion. Usually I would have thought such a thing would cause me to wake up, but it seems that something surprising and highly realistic does the exact opposite. I'll have to remember that...maybe it could come in handy if I'm ever lucid and the dream is fading! Just make something explode

      Well, I'm going to work on a totem today and see if I can apply that principle to reality checking. Wish me luck!
    6. Mzzkc's Mind Games

      by , 03-24-2011 at 06:13 AM (Mzzkc's Mind Games)
      22.3.2011
      Moonlit Mafia (Non-lucid)
      ★★★★☆
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID






      Tall grass blows gently outside the locomotive, as the passengers spill onto the tracks. The train has stopped, some sort of malfunction the conductor says.

      We have no choice.

      By the end of the night, this dark, gravely track must be drenched in blood, deep and red.

      “But who?” we wonder amongst ourselves, three groups, one innocent, the others not. In time the answer becomes clear: we'll vote, and the one we vote for will die by all our hands.

      My group, my family of mafioso, begins planning, talking in hushed whispers within compartments, between train-cars. Our plan is a complex one, and it'll be hard to pull off, but the potential benefits outweigh the risks.

      Step one, talk with the leader of the other mafia group, our enemies, convince him to join us and vote for the charismatic innocent riling up what would otherwise be sheep to our slaughter. He agrees, and the plan goes forward.

      Step two, put forward our votes, and make contact with the leader of the innocents. Let him know we're on his side, as long as he votes for the leader of our enemy. He does, and before it's too late, we all switch our votes.

      It's done. I think, grinning, as our victim is forcefully dragged away, into the swaying grass, where soon he'd struggle no more.

      ______________

      I'm shot.

      Dragging myself across the city street, I feel the hole in my chest, my lung. I sense the wet blood on my back, seeping through my blue dress shirt, mixing with the dirt and dust, still falling to the ground.

      “Boss. . .” I spatter, reaching my hand up to the man in the purple suit and fedora walking away from me, revolver in hand. He turns, as I violently hack up blood onto the cold rocky ground. A raise of the arm, a pull of his finger, and another piece of molten lead fires into my back.

      Everything fades to black.

      Updated 03-27-2011 at 12:06 AM by 25167

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    7. Captive to Fugitive

      by , 03-15-2011 at 07:32 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      I entered this in my DJ earlier this morning, but now it's gone. Was I dreaming? No. I really did it. Dang!

      I was a captive in a dark rail yard type place. It was covered, about an acre by an acre or so, and it was about 20' to 30' up in the air. I could barely see about 15 people, but there were more like 100 I guess.

      We all had to lay down next to rail road tracks, and the area for us to lay down was about as wide as railroad tracks. We were all very cramped. I guess a couple trains went buy, but it wasn't vivid. It was more that I knew they did go by.

      I needed to get some more room, so I stretched out on the train tracks where nobody else wanted to be. Very soon, a train started coming and it was a little more vivid. I was kind of scared, but then I started thinking that it would just go over me and I would be OK. It did go over me without harm.

      This made me brave and I decided to escape. Everyone advised against my attempt to escape, but I started to go down the tracks anyway. The tracks went down hill to get to the ground.

      After my intention to go down, I was all of a sudden down. Now I started running away. I had to go up a terraced hill side. The problem with this was that I was always visible.

      I was afraid I would be seen by the guards when all of a sudden all the other captives started pouring out and yelling as though they were rioting. I thought this would take the guards attention off of me, but I kept feeling their eyes on me.

      Then there was someone with me. We were at the top of the hill on a plateau. There were two round, cement tables. We each had a peeled orange. Right then, we saw the hill drop off about a foot so that we could lie down and be hidden by the hill. We dove down behind the hill so as not to be seen by the guards.

      I reached up and got my orange and two spoons that could give away our position. I signaled with my eyes for my partner to get his orange and his one spoon. He did.

      Then I was alone again, going down the other side of the hill. I saw a building that was kind of a movie theater with a carnival atmosphere. There were lots of people around and I wanted to blend in.

      I went to the theater type place to get some cotton candy. I thought that I would like like a fair-goer. I never really got it.

      The dream shifted to me being in a car with a partner again. It was night time. We were going down the road pretty fast. Here is something really strange. There was a muscle car in front of us turned towards us. I kept thinking it was a game of chicken. We were both revving our engines. The other car was more powerful and would have "won."

      The only thing was that we were also driving forward. They were never driving backwards. Whatever.

      The guy in the other car held his fist out to the windshield to show his ring of power. This was where I had him beat. I was wearing a special ring.

      Side note: My mom used to date a guy who wore a monogram ring. He used to tell me it was a magic ring.

      The driver of the car I was in held out my hand and I put my ring up against the windshield. When it touched and scraped the windshield, it created blue sparks. I was much more powerful than the other guy.

      Then, their car turned around and was driving in front of us. I saw some lights and asked if a cop was behind us. the guy driving said yes. We were screwed. I almost became lucid. I knew we didn't do anything and there was no reason for a cop to be following us.

      The driver started driving really fast to get away. He lost control at road construction and went off the road. We went off a ledge to a road below. It was full of 57 stone. Going really fast, we went around a turn and ended up going off that road to a lower road again on stone.

      We lost the cop. The driver pointed out how he was driving by way above us. The driver pulled into a kind of hidden parking place. We got out. The driver asked a third person who appeared to pour gas on the car and set it on fire. He did.

      The driver and I started running away. We went up a hill. there were different sets of stairs and we couldn't figure out which stairs to take. They were all wrong. We did choose one set of steps, and they were the right ones to choose.

      It was the entrance to a stadium. We were going to a baseball game. The dream was much better now. There were pretty ladies dressed in baseball looking concession uniforms from the 1920's or 1930's. They were giving away great treats on entry. I watched everyone else giving up their lolli-pops so they could eat a free sunday. I did the same. (Where did my lolli-pop come from?)

      The End
    8. My Homeless, Schizophrenic Friend and Train Danger

      by , 03-09-2011 at 06:09 PM (Nocturn Core (Abridged))
      I befriended a black man named Bob. At first, he seemed pretty normal… I understood that a number of people I knew on campus had warned me not to associate with him, but I didn’t see what the problem was. He said he would show me his house. Instead of taking me to a residential area, he led me to the shore of the Chicago River where he had a mat of old, hardened newspapers set up under a bridge. I quickly observed that he was homeless. Immediately, I lost interest in the friendship; my positive experiences with homeless individuals were few and far between. I stared at the long since faded ink on the newspapers as I pondered a way to lose Bob. He would follow me if I tried a normal method of escape. I came up with a plan – I would take the train! Since he was homeless, he probably couldn’t pay the train fare. While I finalized the plan in my head, Bob asked me about random people. I didn’t understand his questions, but I soon figured out why – he thought the people were standing there with us! Bob was having serious hallucinations. I was glad I had figured out a way to distance myself from him… That wasn’t the sort of company I needed. When I told Bob I was going to the train station, he said he knew a shortcut. Rather than insist on just walking to the nearest one (the Green Line was only a few blocks away), I gave in and followed him.

      The dream jumped. I was in an underground passage, following Bob with next to no idea where we would surface. He stopped me before a ladder and asked if I was sure about going on the train. Something about it frightened him. I insisted on continuing. I needed to get somewhere, I said. Bob started growling to himself in rage, but he cooperated. He had to release at least ten trap doors on the way up. These were intended to lock people out of his secret passage. He complained the whole way up about trains. When we emerged, I was stunned. We were on a train platform. My plan had been completely foiled by Bob’s clever shortcut… Of course he wouldn’t pay the fare – he could just skip the entrance! A quick look around revealed that we were on the Green Line, but a bit further west of the river. I wasn’t going to lose him so easily, it seemed… Surely, he wouldn’t be able to follow me onto a bus to the suburbs. He couldn’t tunnel his way into that one. I got on the next train to arrive and sat down close to the operator in case of an emergency. I still wasn’t sure what to expect from Bob. He took the seat next to me. As soon as the train started moving, he burst into sobs. This drew quite a few stares, but I let him cry. I did my best to seem like I didn’t know the guy. This continued for a few awkward minutes before he calmed down. He asked if I liked his new boots. Confused, I stared at his feet. He was wearing sneakers, not boots. He showed me his hands, and I realized he was supposed to be holding something. He was hallucinating a pair of fine boots.

      “Oh… Yeah, they’re very nice,” I said in a kind voice. I came up with some kind of oxymoron to describe them, and he doubled over in laughter. I sensed that he might be on drugs. He was one of those people who don’t breathe when they laugh, so his chuckling was coupled with wheezing noises. Another black man walked up to us during this fit of laughter. He was wearing a baggy, black jacket, baggy jeans, and white sneakers. He was also half-wearing a baseball cap; it looked like it might tumble off his dreadlocks any moment.

      “Shut up!” he shouted at Bob. He continued with a stream of vulgar, obscene name-calling before finally calling us both annoying. I tried again to pretend I didn’t know Bob, but the association had been made. I suddenly realized I was blind. It didn’t bother me much for some reason… I focused on what I could hear of the situation. The vulgar man came over to me and put his hand on my head. I’d rather not transcribe verbatim the ultimatum he gave Bob, but in essence, he wanted me to publicly pleasure him, and Bob had ten seconds to convince me to do it. I wasn’t going to have any of this. I teleported to the other end of the next train car over and pressed the emergency assistance button. I could see into the first car from my current position.

      “There’s someone dangerous on the train,” I said. The guy stared at me from the first car with wide eyes. He started walking toward the second car.

      “Attention, passengers…” an automated voice began over the intercom. “A dangerous customer has been identified. For your safety, lease be watchful for threats to yourself and others as we work toward removal.”

      “He’s on the second train car,” I told the operator through the assistance system. The guy was approaching me in long strides. Instead of attacking me as I expected him to, the guy brushed past me on the way to the next car. “Make that the third,” I said. “He’s trying to get away.” The train stopped at the next station, and a bunch of people got off. I kept an eye out for the guy who threatened me and Bob, but I didn’t see him.
    9. Train of Destruction, 2 Pink Fro’s, Washing a Boat, and Gold Tea Strainers

      by , 03-02-2011 at 05:35 AM
      a
      March 1, 2011

      I think this peanut butter I am eating for increased vividness is not only working very well it is helping me increase my recall. This first dream is very long and is chaotic which is characteristic of dreams earlier in the night which usually are not remembered. Nothing lucid though.

      Dream 1 : Train of Destruction
      There was some random stuff going on before this.
      It was dark at night and I could barely see things happening. This was a place like Alaska in the summer, rural, tons of pine trees, and small town feeling. Me and some of the malcontents of the small rural town created a crazy rail-mega-truck thing. The center was a rail car that had old trucks connected to it on both sides, it was huge and we got it to go really fast and then burst off the track into the woods busting itself and anything in its way to hell. This was done just outside of town and may have killed people but we obviously didn’t care, the town’s people were scum. I felt bad at this feeling after thinking about it, ‘would I feel OK if there was a little girl killed in there?’ I decided to get away from what we had done and the jerks doing it by leaving town.
      Under the few street lights I saw police cars looking cars over looking for the people that created that crash in the woods. They saw me but let me pass so I figured they didn’t know me or my car yet.
      I am now in the dark metal like room and there is a guy there trying to calm me. He says something about “it taking effect soon” and figure I have been drugged somehow. There is a metal chair that looks like people could be strapped into it and I have to wonder if I have been made to talk about what happened before.
      Then I am in a New York suburb in an empty lot. The lot is surrounded by apartment buildings and a typical chain link fence. There is an oldish guy looking like a retiree sipping iced tea in his lounge chair on his tiny back porch. I went over to him and he said something like he was impressed with my progress. Then I feel that he and others have “made me” like I am some kind of clone. I plan to escape. Figuring he may know what I would plan to do I do something totally random and ad lib and I run to the other side of the lot and then hide down under the very tall weeds and crawl to the other corner. When I come up there are 2 women looking for me frantically. The leader of the 2 says regretful “we were stressing him” to make me better. I ran out of the lot at inhuman speeds and out to the street. I had no idea where this was even though the lot I just came from seemed oddly familiar. I took a right and ran up the street than I started walking fast to not attract attention. I knew I had to get more distance between me and those people in the lot. Passing some shops and pubs to my right there was a street corner just up ahead. Then I recognized the guy on the corner [Charlie Sheen], could he be one of “them?” He was talking to other on the corner and turned to see me and nodded at me knowingly. His nod was one of ‘I got your back’ but I was too paranoid to care and ducked in the door I was at when he nodded at me. It was dark in here I could barely see anything but rushed down the hallway. Then at the end the light was visible and I recognized this as what I call ‘proximity light’ which is light that is only visible at a certain distance, a dream world invention and a little extra vividness entered the dream, I was more clear now. I hurriedly opened the door at the end of the hallway and slammed the door shut but it didn’t close but I didn’t care too much I had to get to the phone. There was a guy standing there reading the paper like he was minding the place [he was dressed in 1930s brown pants and suspenders and vertical stripped dress shirt] he just moved out of my way. There was a box on the wall that held the phone I pulled out the one piece ear piece to the old phone and was worried that I couldn’t say something into the phone and put it to my ear and looked for the piece you talk into. Before anything else, I heard a voice on the other side say in acknowledgement “I got the car”. I knew I get my way out and instantly calmed down.

      This was in a wooden wall box.

      Darkness

      Dream 2: 2 Pink Fro’s
      I was looking at 2 strange looking guys all in pink. They where white guys with huge pink afros, pink shirts, pink pants and shoes. There faces were made up to look peach colored in an artificial way. They just stood there looking like there was a camera watching them, posing.

      Darkness

      Dream 3: Washing a Boat
      I was washing a boat in a dream world that was very familiar to me. I had some friends that came into a lot of money but never showed it too much but this was a dream world created to express their desire to flaunt their riches. In their driveway they had a Cadillac and an expensive boat up on the trailer thing. I was washing it and getting paid of course but it was ridiculously easy and fun to be around so much wealth. Then the father of this wealthy family came out to see a friend of his [I have no idea who this guy is] and after saying pleasantries,
      Friend: “how’s it going these days?”
      Rich guy: “not bad, just have some gambling debts to pay off.”
      The friend didn’t answer knowing that there was probably going to be a mention of money.
      Rich guy: “You wouldn’t mind loaning me some money would you?”
      Friend: “No I really don’t have any money after my family.”
      Rich guy: Smiles, like a mob boss, knowing that now he knows he can lightly threaten the “friend’s” family to coerces him to give the loan.

      Darkness

      Dream 4: Gold Tea Strainers
      I am seeing gold tea strainers that look a little like little globes of vertical lines. I can feel they are 99% gold and like looking at them and moving them in my hand.

      Wow didn't know these existed till I Googled them!
      I knew what they were but kept thinking they look like earrings. Getting a good look at them again I can see why.

      There were 3 more very short dreams which I didn’t feel were worthy getting up to record.

      Updated 03-03-2011 at 06:35 AM by 36469

      Categories
      side notes , non-lucid , memorable
    10. Duel with Voldemort in the Dragon Ridge

      by , 03-02-2011 at 05:02 AM (Nocturn Core (Abridged))
      I was walking along some train tracks. I was some sort of duck… Joining me in my travels were a chicken and a cat. We heard a train coming, but we didn’t know which way to look until it zoomed out of a nearby tunnel and nearly flattened us! We waited for it to go back through the tunnel in the other direction – the tracks were set in a loop behind us – before walking through it. On the other side of the tunnel was the Dragon Ridge. The mountains were jagged and unforgiving, and some of them looked as though recent rock slides had buried sections of vegetation. The other animals turned into Nicole (the cat that was not a cat) and Zeddicus Zu’l Zorander (the chicken that was not a chicken). Nicole pointed out a heart-shaped rock high above us. It lay on the summit of a smaller mountain. We had to be close to Naven, she said. We climbed over a hill of loose rocks; they were so finely grained that Zedd got his feet stuck in them like quicksand. On the other side of the hill, we found a lone cottage. When we entered the building, I knew immediately that evil had made this place its home. The interior was an exact replica of my grandparents’ house. I sat down in the dining room with a sign that read “Yeah!” in bold, red letters. Before long, Voldemort entered the house. I was fortunate this time… He went straight to the back door and exited onto the patio. He came back in through the front door almost immediately after, went to the back door again, and… This time, he turned around. Our eyes met. He glided across the dining room with his black cloak billowing as though a violent storm was stirring up inside the building. His hand clasped the wand sitting on the table. Immediately, he fired a volley of spells at me. I repeated his words, tossing the same spells back.

      “Expelliarmus!” My wand popped out of my hand. Crap. “Crucio!” I fell to the ground, effectively paralyzed. I didn’t feel any pain, though. Voldemort put a foot on my leg and stood over me with his wand pointed at my heart. He smiled. Slowly, he pronounced the name of the killing curse. “Avada… kedavra…” A green bolt of energy shot out of his wand and bounced off my body. Voldemort’s face contorted. “What?! Why can’t I ever kill you?!”

      “Because love is forever, stupid,” I said. I shot him with the same spell several times in succession before he finally died. I was glad I was able to protect Zedd and Nicole from harm.
    11. Lucid in house then train hijack then monkey art!

      by , 02-27-2011 at 04:34 AM
      Took a nap because I was up at 5am (had to be up at 7, but just couldn't get back to sleep)

      I'm going to break this up into respective paragraphs, but it was all one dream, and pretty fun to watch. This is marked as a lucid, but I'd call it semi lucid as I had a slight feeling of being lucid, but had no control. Because of that "feeling" I'll call it a lucid

      LD. 2/26. Nap. 4. 645. In this wooden house, but one of those odd post modern kind of ones that has odd shapes and such. Very dark. Kyle and I are on an elevator, has a shape like the cars on the London Eye (whole house has this similar shape as well). Become semi lucid. Sort of knew I was dreaming, as the scene looked familiar (from another dream?) but had no control. Elevator stops at our floor. Pick up Kyle by his pants and slowly lift him. Kind of a toss? Put him in the air coz I knew he’d stay there. Lose lucidity. We make some food. I make cereal, Frosted Flakes. I put a seasoning sauce on it similar to what sloppy joes use. Then Theresa is there, Kyle gone, so Xxxx’s house. Play with Missy a bit and Cindy and Jim come home. It’s still dark. Jim looks at my cereal which has turned into a meaty stew, or something, and the sauce is now ketchup, can’t really tell in the dark, and I look at the packet

      Then Jim and Cindy are slender guys dressed in old west clothes. Plotting something. Then we catch a train that’s just pulling out of its garage, becomes bright and sunny. I jump on and point my finger like a gun and tell the guy to hand over the train. They don’t, but don’t put up any fight. Somehow get into the driver seat (has a seat) and the roof of the train is gone. The train is steered by an odd system. Rings stacked large to small from bottom to top, and have a small plate to grab on the left side of the ring to use the ring. The top 2 rings steer depending on the direction turned. Top ring anti-clockwise was backward and to the left, turn CW was backward to the right. Second ring was the opposite, forward, but can’t remember the exact directions. Anyway, use the largest ring on bottom at first, but was so big, you had to move your head to turn it all the way. Backing up the train to a platform. Some older lady talking (wasn’t present, just her voice) about her husband who owned the train. Backed the train to a platform and lady’s husband was there. His head was on the steering console I was using or something. He made some funny joke about his wife. Backing the train from the platform, guy was now on the platform, and train derailed, so tried to get it back on the tracks (just went off, no movement)

      Then everything is in a room. A monkey makes art with this stamper sort of thing, like a Bingo blotter/ marker, but there’s an entire design in it. Design is a lady with a monkey and a few balloons. The pattern is almost like the pattern was printed out because of its consistency and the monkey is just revealing the design, like those hot/ cold water toys that change color. The monkey is hanging onto the lady’s boob. For some reason I inspect the picture, come to no conclusion, and keep watching the monkey stamp

      Updated 02-27-2011 at 08:13 PM by 28615

      Categories
      lucid
    12. Trains and Travel - kissing a DC

      by , 02-23-2011 at 12:53 PM
      23/02/11 I am travelling on trains. Lots of times. we encounter policemen and guards who are supposed to control tickets. We climb to the roofs of the trains in motion to avoid detection. At a certain train station I get left going out of the train to take a breather, twice. I am not a happy bunny. I throw a litter bin onto the tracks in hopes that it gets destroyed as a train will run past it. My ticket is still valid for the next train though.



      I am half asleep. I think about train tracks as I have dreamt of these. Slowly a blurred image of me moving in a vehicle besides train tracks appears. it stabilises. I don't dare take my eyes of the window yet. I need the dream to stabilise a bit more. I finally get a crystal clear image and take a look around. I am in something best described as a very short bus. Except there is no driver. I see that the weather is still grey. I fly out through the window, not breaking the glass. I fly a little upwards and start overtaking cars that break as they see come flying past them. The wind is strong, and I stop up mid air. I get blown back heavily and I get a passing anxiety of falling over and hurting myself until I think otherwise. I think this is going to be cool demonstrating how you can go from heavy momentum to a slow walking speed without any problems, so I do just that. there are now people on the streets and it is sunny. I see a lady walking by n a yellow top with massive breasts. She turns me on a bit and reminds me of the monthly task. I keep walking and ask the first woman I see “hey lady, could I borrow you for a second?” she gets a bit shocked when I kiss her. She asks why I did that and my reply is something as lame as “happy new year”. She decides to follow me and asks if I ever had sex with random travellers, to which I reply that I haven't. She says she has and although she is a bit plumb and I don't really find her attractive I decide why not. We head towards a house and as she is turning slightly around I place my hand on her stomach and slims her down a bit.. I guess she really is a DC then. We try having sex, but I have some blocking and can't get in. I keep trying to focus on her eyes, but soon the dream destabilise.
      Tags: sex, train, travel
      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid , task of the month
    13. Two fragments

      by , 02-21-2011 at 02:29 AM
      1. I'm hanging out with an old friend of mine who I haven't seen in years. She pulls out a bag of this chunky powder and pours it out on the table. She starts pushing the powder into lines and then snorts one. I ask her what the powder is, and she tells me that it is spore dust. I don't really want to snort the spore dust, and I suggest that we just eat it instead. She is very insistent that it must be snorted. I forget if I ended up doing it or not.

      2. I'm on the train going to school. I have to tie my shoe, so I bend over. Some guy behind me grabs my ass, and I freak out. Suddenly I have extreme strength. I throw him against the wall and hit him repeatedly, leaving him with dark purple bruises.
    14. Hit by a train!

      by , 02-10-2011 at 06:57 AM
      I had this dream 3 times in the past. Recently, my dreams have gotten a bit boring so I figured I'd mention this dream that happened 3 times in the past few years. The last one is even more memorable.

      My husband is driving the car with me and he takes a wrong turn. He turns into a tunnel of some sort, very dark. It is only at the last few seconds that I realize he has turned into a train tunnel and the train is headed full speed for us! The first two dreams, I woke when the train hit. This time, I screamed "BACK UP!"

      I see it coming. It has a light. It is black. There is no way that my husband can back out and I know I'm going to die. I don't look away and then... BAM! it hits! Everything went dark but not my awareness. Everything was gone and all was quiet. In the darkness I woke myself asking, "Am I dead?"
    15. Drinking Contest and other odd things

      by , 01-30-2011 at 03:53 PM (The Labrynth of the Mind)
      The Drinking Contest

      I am in a Dairy Queen. They are having an advertizement for new treats in their freezer (I mean the advertizement is in the freezer; it's a live action commercial).

      "You've seen all these old treats" says the narrator. "Remember when this was new?" They show some things like an ice cream cake and a Dilly Bar, as well as some frozen canned whipped cream I have never seen before. "But now it's just the same old same old. Well, there's a new treat in town!" The other things are pushed aside, and a giant cake is dropped down, taking their place. It is green, and covered in lots of icing. Upon it's being sliced open, it is found to be filled with frozen coconut filling.

      "Just in time for the Super Bowl, it's a -- Day Cake! [the -- was some name like McNabb, I don't think it was him but it was a celtic name famous in football] It is now being offered at a great price. Or, you can win this cake for free! All you have to do is be here on McNabb's Day (I guess it is some sort of holiday) and drink beer! That's right, you drink beer for 13 hours. Here's the thing - you have to be drinking beer the whole time, and no bathroom breaks can be taken. If you're still here at the end, you get the cake for free!"

      A few people seem to be interested in this deal. Next to me is a table of really good looking girls.

      "Heck," says one of them, "We'll just wait here until McNabb's Day starts. It's just an hour or so."

      I sit down next to her, and put my arm around her. For some reason my mother shows up and sits on the other side of her. The girls begin talking about how much they like to drink, and how great it will be to have free beer all day long. They seem to think drinking constantly for 13 hours is easy.

      I start talking to my mother, loud enough so that they can overhear. "What do you think would happen to someone who drank beer constantly for 13 hours?" I say.

      "I don't know," says my mother, "but it can't be good".

      "I would think you'd get alcohol poisoning," I say. The girls seem to take no heed. I pull the girl next to me a little closer, and give her a hug. I am honestly worried about her. "Here is my prediction. By this time tomorrow night there will be at least one alcohol related death because of this contest."

      "I think you're right," says my mother.

      I now see in my mind's eye the scene of an accident, and someone being loaded into an airplane.

      Strange Goings-on at my Grandparents'

      We are having a family get together at my grandparents' house. It is getting to be late at night, and my brother goes back to bed. My aunt decides to play a trick on him, and changes into a bikini top. She undoes the strings at the bottom, so it looks as though she is in the process of taking it off. Then she goes into my brother's bedroom, pretending to be a strange woman who wandered in from the street.

      Fixing the Computer

      (This may have been a continuation of the last dream, or not. I don't quiet remember. It's one of those that isn't so coherent.)

      Bobcats never let go once they have hold of you. My little cat thinks it's a bobcat at times, but at other times it is just like a kitten. I pet it, but then someone makes it think it's a bobcat. It grabs my hand with it's teeth and claws, getting a wild look in its eyes. I start singing to it, treating it like a little kitten again. It let's go of my hand.

      Now somebody has the cat on his shoulder, and is climbing and running along the top of a moving train. It is a daredevil.

      Now I am in a room somewhere. There are lots of children walking by on a field trip. They have to line up at the door, and they set their books down in front of me. I look at them, and see they are doing the same thing I did when I was their age.

      A telephone rings in the room I am in. A woman answers the phone. "It's for you," she says, "it's Client #9".

      "Client #9?" I say, "uh, that doesn't sound right." I pick up the telephone. I should have known. It's my uncle, who likes to pretend he is weird people when calling family and freinds. He asks if I'm busy, and if I can help work on my Grandfather's computer.

      Now I am at my Grandfather's house with his computer. It has a small problem, but Dell wants over $1,000 to fix it.

      "$1,000?!" I say, "at the most, you'll just have to get a new CPU, or maybe just a new motherboard."

      Now my brother goes to bed. I have my laptop running, and it's been running all day. I decide I had better shut it down.

      Working for Rush

      I get a new job, working for Rush Limbaugh. He is explaining how the job works.

      "When I'm on the mic," he says, "I don't know whether someone is doing their job or not. I don't go around and see how much or how well people are working. What I do is look at their desk. If your desk is clean, you are a good employee."

      I look around the office. Everybody has a nice, perfectly clean desk. I sit down at my desk, and try to organize my things to look nice as well.
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