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    1. TV show, pregant, Christ, gun

      by , 04-01-2012 at 09:28 PM
      I dreamed I was auditioning for a role on a TV series called Murdoch Mysteries (background: The Murdoch Mysteries is a TV show which takes place in the 1890s. Its about a police Detective named William Murdoch who uses what is back then new methods of investigation. That is so well known to those of us in the 21st century (Ie. finger printing, blood splattering,handwriting). There are 5 seasons and will be a six.). This next part is where its gets confusing. I know I was still in the dream. But I can't tell if it was part of an audition or as part of the show itself or not related at all. I think it was part of an episode. I was in a white night gown (I think the character was pregnant) and I was in a brownish mansion. I was on the landing of the grand staircase kneeling. It was dark and I could see my hands were tied. There was a man in front of me with a gun. He kept raging on saying that I (the character) wasn't the right person to raise the next Christ. Or he didn't want Christ to come back as an infant. I believe the mansion was a school since behind the guy there was some 11 year old girls.
    2. 2 Lucids and 4 Dreams (December 12, 2011)

      by , 12-13-2011 at 06:45 AM (Chronicles of Ethos)
      DreamLucidAwake

      Drawing Practice

      It was a false awakening and I had emerged from my parents' bedroom in the afternoon. I was planning on going downstairs into the living room to draw pictures. On my way a woman in an assassin's clothing kicked open the bathroom door and ran down stairs. Although it was never mentioned, I can only refer to her as a goddess. I continued to walk down the stairs and went into the living room. In there the goddess from before was throwing daggers at another goddess wearing white robes. Despite the daggers and light magic flying all over the room, I made my way to the couch where my notebook was. As I was about to start drawing, the white goddess threw the dark one onto my table and it exploded. I then decided to move to the kitchen where I could draw in peace. I drew multiple small objects and then a sketch of a picture of a war general. The picture didn't look like anything fancy or describable. I think the battle managed to find its way into the kitchen and woke me up.

      Slap Me Awake

      This dream was a short false awakening and a nightmare. It was the middle of the night/early morning and I had awakened to a man jumping into my bed. He got on top of me and held me down. He started slapping me and punching me while speaking insane gibberish. I woke up after about 20 hits or so.

      Slap Me Awake II

      Same deal as the last dream. A man in dark clothing jumped on top of me as I was sleeping and beat the crap out of me. After just a few hits I suddenly remembered it happening before and became lucid. At this point I took a little more control over the situation and tried pushing the man away. I managed to keep him far way enough so he couldn't attack me. I tried to handle it subtlety by trying to make him dissapear. When I attempted this he gave me a wide eyed stare that seemed to pierce through me. His eyes seemed to be saying "I'm not going anywhere." Between his horrifying stare and the shock of my dream control not working I woke up.

      For a few seconds I was in a state of fear after waking. Fear quickly turned into anger because I had allowed it to succeed twice. As I was falling asleep again, I wanted it to try scaring me again.

      Slap Me Awake III: The Revenge

      It was the same as the last time. Creepy man jumped in my bed and started to attack me. He only got in a couple hits this time before I became lucid once more. This time I decided to do it the old way. I pushed him away from me and kicked him off of my bed and onto the floor. I knelt down, gripped him by the chest, and threw him straight through my bedroom wall. I then opened my bedroom door and walked over towards his body. As he tried to get up, I jumped on top of him and started punching him as he did to me. I then dragged his nearly unconscious body back into my room. Thanks to dream physics, I was able to cram his whole body into my dresser drawer. I woke up shortly after. I had woken up happy and almost laughing at my triumph. Nightmare conquered.

      Horse Racing Peter Griffon

      It was a pretty short and blurry dream. In the dream I was a black pony on top of a brown horse (big difference). To the left of me was Peter Griffon on top of a similar looking horse. That funny race music started to play and a gun shot went off. I don't really remember much of the race except that I barely won. I tried to a give a thumbs up but then I realized pony's don't have thumbs. Sadly they only have hooves.

      Horrible Shoes

      Yet another false awakening. I came out of my grandma's bedroom in the middle of the day this time. I sat down with my family to watch some show on tv. In the show there were 3 detectives or police officers and they were discussing a crime. All of the sudden Man 1 took a notice to Man 2's shoes. He said they looked horrible even though they weren't that bad. Then Man 3 pulled out his revolver and shot Man 2 in the foot. Crime against fashion? I was then asked if I wanted to go to Walmart. I didn't have anything better to do, so I agreed. I woke up before I even got out the door though.

      End

      Updated 12-13-2011 at 06:48 AM by 32005

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid , nightmare , false awakening
    3. stage photo for sister

      by , 08-26-2011 at 12:03 PM
      Good morning, everybody.

      Dream #1

      I was part of some situation that was like a TV show. In the show, there was some guy, who was either a young man or a young man dressed up like an old man. As the young man, he may have been clean-cut and slightly effeminate, wearing some kind of plaid, Abercrombie-style shirt. As the young man made up as an old man, he had white hair and wore a black suit.

      The man and I were with a few other people. The man started talking about how he was gay. I said it didn't matter to me whether he was gay. I said that I wasn't gay.

      There was now a transition scene, maybe to a commercial. The transition scene showed a bunch of hot girls in spandex suits like exercise outfits doing some kind of hip-hop dance on a big, wooden platform, like the floor of a dance studio. But this "floor" was either elevated above buildings, on the roof of a building, or attached like a ledge to a building. The camera panned away, revealing a huge city.

      I was now in a theatre. It was like the program I'd come to watch had finished. We were all leaving the theatre. There were only a few people left in the seats. I was up in the balcony. A female friend of mine stood to my right. Looking down to the stage area, I saw a big, wooden platform. It almost looked like a gigantic, wooden bed frame, with a tall, narrow mirror as the headboard.

      I told my female friend, "That's what my sister wanted me to take a picture of! She'd told me she wanted a souvenir shot of the big bed from the show. I had no idea what she was talking about. But now I remember it!" I also remembered that the "big bed" was the platform the dancers had been on during the transition scene.

      I pulled out a camera and started to take a picture. There were two girls, one in her early teens and one a bit younger, standing by the stage. The older girl wore a long, maroon sweater and a wool cap, and she had straight, black hair that flowed almost down to her waist.

      Either as the dream ended or as I woke up, I thought it would be a good idea to ask the two girls to stand near the "big bed," so I could illustrate the size of the bed by using them as reference points.
    4. hiv interview; new apple devices and painting search

      by , 08-17-2011 at 12:42 PM
      Good morning, everybody.

      Dream #1

      A TV interview show, like Oprah, with two people on the stage. One of the people was a black-Latino man. The other may have been a black man. They both sat in swivel chairs on a smallish, slightly raised, circular platform. The black-Latino man sat on the left.

      The black-Latino man had been diagnosed with HIV about twenty years ago. But he was still really healthy. In fact, I thought, he may have been even healthier than the other man on stage, who didn't have HIV.

      Dream #2

      I was in an office, sitting at a cubicle. I was kind of slouched back in my chair, maybe with a knee pressing against the edge of my desk. I could see the CPU for my computer on the desk. It was taller and wider than usual, and pale grey.

      Somebody, possibly a pretty woman who was my boss, tossed a cardboard box on my desk. I opened it. Inside was some kind of pale grey device that looked like an electric label maker. It was long and narrow, with a keypad of yellow, red, and green buttons. It had some sort of rolling tape or paper dispenser coming out the top. I knew or learned, somehow, that this was a new device from Apple.

      I knew that this device probably wasn't mine. But I figured I'd hook it up to my computer and use it anyway. I didn't even know what the device did.

      I found some wires in the box. I then learned the instructions for the device -- somehow -- I didn't read any instructions or look at any papers or anything. I knew that the device sednt messages to the office printer. The printer then printed these messages out.

      The device had to be connected by wires to the printer through a long, complicated process. I thought the process was too long. I didn't want the device anymore. I put it back in the box.

      My boss, the pretty woman, sat down in the cubicle behind me. I realized the device had been meant for her. I said, relaxedly, as if it were true, "I was just looking at this new device you got. I was trying to see if I could hook it up to your computer for you, so you don't have to. I think I can do it."

      There was now a view of Bill Gates, or somebody who looked like him, except, possibly, with no glasses and skinnier eyes. Bill Gates was surrounded by a group of people in a space that looked kind of like an office, a kitchen, and some kind of science lab, near a window on some high up floor of a skyscraper.

      Bill Gates was talking as if he were the head of Apple. He was saying that he hadn't actually made a really big deal regarding some kind of copyright or patent dispute over one of his products. He didn't actually care too much about it.

      Bill Gates now lifted up a device. It was like a water-pitcher. But it was as big as a CPU column, and it was shaped like the Apple logo. It had a grey-tan outline, and a body of clear, smoky-grey plastic. Gates was pouring out glasses of water for everybody.

      But I was trying to get a better view of this device (as if I were watching onTV). The device, I knew, was some kind of computer device. It had some kind of mechanism at its mouth, where the water poured out. I just couldn't see what it was.

      I was now standing before a desk, at which sat a guy I know from a Starbucks I go to. The guy was apparently trying to sell me works of art. The guy was flipping through the pages of a book. I had probably seen the paintings I had wanted already, as if I had already looked through the book. But the guy was flipping through the pages so quickly that I wasn't sure if we'd gotten to or passed the pictures of the paintings.

      Finally I told the guy something about how I'd look for the pictures more carefully -- probably just by looking through the book myself. The guy kind of acted annoyed. He started talking with a friend of his. I got worried that the guy was getting bored with me. I wondered if I was being too specific with the pictures I wanted. I thought maybe I should just take one that I thought looked kind of like the ones I wanted.

      But I also really liked the pictures, and I thought my choice would also be interesting and impressive to the guy as well. I remembered one picture, black and white, of a Millet-like painting of two people standing out on the field. I kept searching for this painting, but I couldn't find it.

      But I found the second painting I was looking for. This was of a big shrub on a field of clumpy grass, possibly with a little cabin in the distance. The photo of this painting was also in black and white.

      I was apparently going to buy the photos, and not the paintings themselves. Also -- possibly -- the photos I'd buy would also be the pages from this book -- like the guy would cut the pages out of this book and sell them to me.
    5. Rich'n'Famous, Budapest

      by , 07-31-2011 at 01:01 PM
      31-07-11 I am at a fancy house, seems like one of those houses from a I-used-to-be-rich-and-famous-but-both-are-diminishing-so-I-could-do-with-a-media-boost show. The plot is that the dad has an upcoming 30 year birthday and one of his younger daughters is getting married, but she has left the household and is now sending small items or gifts back home.

      The dad is getting pissed off because he won't see his daughter for this “big” birthday. All the while this happy therapist/psychologist/con artist is walking around the house commentating on the actions from his daughter, actions she herself has asked her to carry out.

      One of these is to send back a lot of colourful items, which I believe is nail polish as well as coloured matches. Someone (a step mum or a sister) takes this as an insult and gets severely pissed off, which obviously is the point.

      My role in the dream is fairly passive I just walk around taking it all in, might listen to some of the people every now and again.


      Think this may be a continuation of previous dream. I am lying in a bed and J and Kaiser joins in. J is happy and she snuggles close up to Kaiser or allow him to snuggle close up to her. The setting is a large double bed in bright surroundings, daytime.

      She moves closer to me, and verbalise that she likes it. We lie like that for a short while until J decides to put her hands in my pants and start masturbating me. Kaiser doesn't seem to like this, but he doesn't say anything.

      I don't like it and she only does it for about a second before I pull away. I wonder if she even got to reach it as I didn't really feel anything, so I look down and see the tip sticking out of my trousers.

      The reason I didn't like it was that she did it only for fun, without any actual feelings involved.


      I am in Budapest, although lots of time in the dream is spent discovering this. There are a lot of friendly Hungarians around. Even when we are out shopping I never seem to not have a cookie or other piece of bakery and a coffee in my hands.

      The second cup of coffee I receive I struggle a bit with. The small white lid doesn't seem willing to go on and I have to put it on a table to get it to stick.

      I believe we have arrived there by train and there is a guide with us.

      We go wandering Lasse, myself and a fellow traveller. As we are walking up a flight of stairs, very wide in a central public place that reminds me of any stairs in large train stations, Mystery traveller asks if there isn't something about Budapest, the Hagia Sofia or something. I have been thinking about that and tell him I believe it is here (I am aware of its actual location in Istanbul, though I double checked it after the dream ^^).

      I proclaim that I should like to see that so we go out searching for it. We walk across a market, it is dark and the primary source of light is rather industrial from the shops around set in white tents.

      I haven't yet seen anything that reminds me of Hagia Sofia, but at one point I see the charactaristic spires fairly far apart. I start running in this direction.

      I realise that there is little reason to run, but I am just so god damn excited so I slow down and talk to Mystery Traveller. “I get easily excited” I say “I noticed” he replies.

      So we are navigating the maze of the market and at one point we loose one of our companions. As we look back to find him he is doing push ups over by a little street salesman sat on the pavement. I quickly get the feeling that he has been somehow compelled to do it and I am careful walking back over there.

      As we walk back all of a sudden everyone drops down and starts doing push-ups. The salesman put put on a military tone and says “give me ten!” But the tone is playful and I realise that he has a game that makes people do push-ups.

      I feel an electric shock in my feet, though without the painful element, but it isn't quite a tickle. And also I, though knowing his trick am forced to do push-ups.

      After I am done I check the underside of my shoes and find little green splinters from the game so I take them out and toss them back to the salesman. He doesn't say anything, but somehow compliment me on discovering his trick so quickly.

      Lasse explains that the price is about a Billion “Euro-something” which after a quick calculation amounts to 15 DKK, which is extremely cheap.


      I am in Thure's parents house. He has emptied the kitchen cupboard I notice as I go looking for cookies and fruit biscuits.

      Outside Thure is trying to stack everything he owns, bed, sofa, mattress on towards the plants of the house. It looks like Ruth's house outside the door.

      His top mattress falls down and half of it is wet. I tell him he should re-arrange it as it is wet already and it will be lying in a pool of water if it starts raining.
    6. The Very Dull Dream

      by , 07-12-2011 at 12:13 AM
      I thought I was awake and I went into my dad's room (where the computer is) and my sister was in there watching a movie. Since she was watching it on the computer, I couldn't get on. I didn't care about what she was watching but I do know that it was a live action program and there was probably about 20 minutes left of it. I sat on the bed and said,"You know, I was supposed to get on after Ross. Hurry up and finish that stupid high school show." She said okay and I woke up.
    7. Deleted

      by , 02-24-2011 at 09:17 PM (Torra)
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      Updated 11-06-2011 at 02:30 AM by 39215

      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    8. Class, House, Wall-E, rescue mission

      by , 02-16-2011 at 05:47 AM
      2/14-15. 130. Something about a rotating part

      607. At school. In a dark classroom. On the internet. I see someone opening lockers in the hall, dark as well. I try to scare someone. Then the room is huge and mom comes in. Saw me as I flew back to my table (run fast or actually fly, not sure)

      Watching House, but it’s like the ep is on fastforward. It’s part of the intro because you get to see everything first, and the whole ep is them figuring out how the person got sick. Get to see bits of their treatment before seeing them treat the patient

      730. Wall-E meets Star Wars kind of thing. Small raid on something, inside a building/ ship? I’m Wall-E sometimes. 2 girls I’m with go up a dumbwaiter. I take the stairs and fight a bad guy. Then I’m pitching ideas to Peter Griffen and Seth MacFarlane. One is that soda is thrown to the ground (Like the Indian crying commercial) and there should be a sad Indian, but it’s a red herring(misleading). Other idea is something about recycling. Peter Griffen says, “What do you think this is, a syndicate?!”

      9. At home. Go down alley to see friend (house front on alley side). Prostitutes at house across alley. Inside friend’s house. Dad there. I have a younger brother there. Talking to the guy, fireman. Smoke in alley and I ask, “What’s that?” Soon all gone. Decide to go out. Walk down alley. Kid with us is now a girl with crutches. We’re trying to save some prostitute. Sneak and get out of alley, but girl and I are too far ahead. She stops and asks about her mom. We go back and she’s not there and a UPS type truck is leaving (Guess she’s in there). Watch the truck drive away and go around the corner to our other neighbors
    9. dream about a Muslin TV show sitcom as a non Muslin but open minded character

      by , 01-07-2011 at 02:28 AM
      Last night I had a dream I was on a TV show sitcom, Little Mosque on the Prairie, that's popular over here in Canada, but on the show I portrayed a non-Muslim but Pro-Muslim character . In the dream on the TV show, the first thing that happened is I went by their mosque, and introduce myself to their Imam (Amaar) and their local contractor (Yasir).

      I than went to the local hangout Fatima's Café which is where I got into an debate with Fred (a redneck, non-Muslim character) about "What Good are Muslims?" with me on the Muslim side which made me ended up on Fred's radio.

      I said a lot of positive things about Muslims. I remember saying that the burqa was once used for both genders to protect them from sandstorms. I also said that technically the Hjiab is optional. But I also did say that what people look like, or what they wear doesn't really matter on the inside we are all people.

      I said that Muslim people actually brought us like science and math we use today. I kind of left Fred hanging with his mouth open when I left his show. The others were pretty happy that I was on their side-they had a celebratory supper with me as their non-Muslim guest of honour.
      Categories
      lucid , memorable
    10. Just how evil is Ben Affelck? (non-lucid)

      by , 11-02-2010 at 01:29 PM
      non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

      02/11/11 I was in a forest setting with multiple vehicles around me. Something about having three appearances to choose from I can only remember 2 of them, the first being Ben Affleck, who was also a supreme angel of darkness and the other I can remember was that of the guy supposed to be the temporary vessel for Lucifer in Supernatural (Nick). I speak to a black horse with a fierce set of teeth, it remembers this zombie servant that is escorting me and my companion around. He is allowed to touch it. Then I switch to the appearance of Nick and ask if the horse has ever encountered this before, which it hasn't and it is confused as to what it is supposed to do. I run into Ben Affleck in a doorway and quickly have to change face as I apparently have changed to his.

      Something about a seriously bad ass Mexican officer chasing me and a woman through the same little forest military compound as before. I end up switching on some nifty awareness tricks I have to find secret aspects of buildings and hidden spots in the level.



      Flying somewhere to bomb the living crap out of it. Think it might be during second world war as the people we are “borrowing” the planes from are “don't know” that we are doing it. We are successful to an extend. A massive Hercules type plane coming over the horizon of the docks/airfield we are at.
    11. Influenza = Delerium -> Killing the devil, receiving education from a Lime tree

      by , 09-07-2010 at 09:56 AM
      non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

      I am having my bianual influenza that indicates the season is changing, and in this begining phase it seems to have had quite and influence on my dreaming, both in plots and vividnes. No lucids although I might have to try and replicate the way I killed the Devil

      07-09-10 I was in a storyline similar to season 5 of Supernatural with the whole apocalypse looming. I was a character not in the show who was very knowledgeable about demonic infestations and biblical catastrophes in general. The two people I was trying to help were female and I found it a bit odd that they hadn't looked to other religions in order to solve their Judaic/Christian mess. However I was keen on exploring some Mayan traditions. So for some reason I transformed into a woman that had to be possessed by about 21 demons from different places in the world and when I got the final 1 I got the classical black eyes.

      I summoned Lucifer and he came to a large pyramid. We did a sort of arm wrestle and I won resulting in him going unconscious. I start dragging him towards the top of the pyramid as he gets heavier and heavier, I manage with a huge amount of effort to get him to the top. As he approaches the sacred place where he can be destroyed he starts emitting a bright green glow and within the green glow there are ancient runes on his skin glowing brighter green almost white (Honestly have never, ever produced such a cool effect, as this one in my dreams! Want to see if I can replicate that to my lucids and seriously start whooping demons). I keep dragging him towards the spot with a greater difficulty now as he is awake and struggling. I manage to get him there and I raise my right hand and start pushing it towards his chest and as I do this a white light starts surrounding us, in the end I touch him and he vanish in a bright explosion (I think all of the particles in his body explode and evaporates in this white light).

      I am then in the hotel room where the two females and I are staying and I am in my normal body wearing a towel around my waist, must have just come out of the shower. We chit chat and in the end I this dialogue is played out.

      “Oh and by the way I took care of your little apocalypse problem”
      “Problem?”
      “Yeah I stopped the apocalypse”
      “Apocalypse.. wait a minute?”
      “I killed Lucifer, you don't have to thank me”
      “You killed Lucifer?”
      “Yep I took him to the top of a Mayan pyramid and destroyed him”

      (The longest dialouge I have been able to replicate, although the accuracy is probably not flawless)


      All in a very laid back casual tone as if it was just another day at the office.

      I was in a garden receiving some education on how to become a police officer. Pil was there and he was the teacher's pet having send her emails and prepared himself. I on the other hand was just there. We were only three people there and it disappointed out teacher. She had had an accident recently and she kept asking about what reactions one could expect from her, which embarrassed me a bit as I should know me being a psychology student.

      The whole situation was a bit weird as this teacher was a person, but in the shape of a lime still attached to the tree. The lime tree contained only prime examples of fruits upon closer inspection.

      I am still in the supernatural plot trying to persuade a special child to accompany us on a journey as he is prophesied to be the one killing the devil. In the end I manage to persuade him by approaching him and his brother, saying something like
      “I have approached you many times now haven't I?”
      “yes”
      “And on all these times I have allowed you to leave if you didn't want to come right?”
      “Yes”
      “Your brother is very special and important, do you know this?”
      “...yes”
      “My point is that I am not a paedophile or anything”
      (there is an awkward silence on the entire beach)
      “So how about we take you AND your parents on a Journey”

      The brothers both agree that this sounds like a good idea and they go to get their parents. An accomplish of mine approach me and say that we don't have enough money to bring them all to egypt and the other places we are going. I tell him we are only taking them around the corner to Mexico to visit the Mayan ruins, my devious plan being that the parents will realise we are the good guys and that their son is very special and either help us develop him or let us take him on a quest to become who he is supposed to be.
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