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Last night was okay in terms of recall, so for once I don't have to resort to posting my old dreams. None of these new ones are lucid. Without further ado let's delve into them:

Wind
There's a storm forecasted to come here soon IRL. So tonight I had a dream where I went outside and the winds were really blowing hard already. There was plenty of snow also, as opposed to real life where we haven't gotten much snow so far this winter. So the wind was blowing the snow in the air and the same shed, that almost burned up in the last night's "classic" suddenly blew snow with huge power within it. Yet I walked right into the blowing snow. My brother was around once again and he was like "whoa, dude" because of doing that.

I went back inside and I have no idea why I did that walking thing. Anyway, knowing that the storm had arrived I fully expected that the electricity will go out soon. In the last storm few days ago it was out for a night and the internet was out for full day. So I knew I had to hurry to write my 750 words on 750word.com, so I wouldn't again ruin my streak. I started writing but kept getting distracted.

Crazy Shit
Yeah, that's what I'd title this dream. I was "playing" a game that reminded Dungeon Keeper. Except that it wasn't a game, it was like real life and it was completely fucked up.

My opponent was this wizard guy. He kept creating kittens to fight for him. I know, fucked up. I guess they were meant to level up as they fought battles, I don't know. I took my kitchen knife and started slicing through the kittens. I know, that's brutal. Also doubled-up the fucked-upness.

In the end, I started striking the wizard with that lighting thing from Star Wars, I guess it's called Force Drain. But that was not enough. When I thrust my hips forward, laser beams shot out of my groin and exploded the wizards eyes. I swear I'm not making this up. I can come up with fucked up shit, but nothing near as fucked up as this.

So in the end I beat the wizard and won the battle.

The Cyclist
I was walking in some kind of a camping area. My mom was leading the way of some group. I was with them, but sort of walking on my own behind them. She went to some shack and told that some poor-ass cycling group vacated there.

Soon I was walking away from there alone. Some cyclist that apparently was late from the rest of his group cycled towards me. He was talking on the phone. As he passed me, the handle of the bike hit my shoulder and it hurt.

I got pissed of and told him to learn to drive that bicycle. The guy turned back to look at me and accidentally fell down a steep and deep ditch that was by the road.

I couldn't help but to rub it in the dude. I felt that his falling off there was karma, or something. I went by the ditch told him that he got what he deserved. As I was walking away from the ditch, the soft sand beneath me let off and I accidentally caused all the sand to slide on him. There was some mud as well with it. There was no way that looked like an accident and the guy was pissed. He got up covered in sand and mud and started chasing me.

I ran to my parents. God, what a pussy I am (it seems to shift a little bit in my dreams - sometimes I'm crazy brave, sometimes a total coward). I'm 23 for God's sake and I run to my parents when things go sour?

Anyway, at least that was a bit fun. That's all for last night. Gonna hit the hay soon.

For the past few nights, I've had dreams about writing and learning to improve my handwriting. the night before last, I dreamed I was in a house taking part in a calligraphy class. Last night, I dreamed I was back in grade school (although I wasn't any younger), learning to write in cursive for a contest.

I wonder what this means, if anything. My handwriting has always been a bit of an annoyance to me. It hasn't changed since fourth grade, and sometimes people find it impossible to read. Maybe my subconscious is using that as a symbol of something else going on in my life.

Or maybe not. Maybe it's just "dream gibberish". But the fact that it's happened two nights in a row really intrigues me.

Therese is writing with a pencil on a piece of paper, Mary is there, I help Therese learn alphabet.

Lame dream.

My friend Cheryl wrote my other friend Jeremie a love note.

Dream - Lucid

I remember being in some sort of class where we learned Chinese. I feel like there were more classes like this around the building we were in. I think we were in a school of some sort. We had to take the the Chinese class for some reason.

There was more to this part of the dream, but I can't remember any details right now. I remember there being water in there somewhere, it may have been a pool, I'm not quite sure.

Then, I remember writing stuff down, and re-reading it to myself. I couldn't read it, it kept changing! Well, that can only mean one thing. I counted my fingers, and there were 6 on both hands. My suspicious were confirmed. I'm dreaming! I walked around for a little bit, then decided to fly. "Gravity" tried to hold me down, but I wouldn't let it.

Then, I woke up. Or so I thought. I got up and felt kind of funny. I counted my fingers. 6 on the left, 8 on the right. Totally dreaming again.

This happened about 4 or 5 more times. In between the false awakenings, I felt the familiar buzz of sleep paralysis in my head and saw the familiar blackness and HI. One time, I tried to "roll out" of my body. I felt myself tumbling over and over myself slowly and smoothly, until I could see. I saw part of my room and got out of bed. I kept hearing my mom downstairs, so it kept making me think that I was going to wake up; that's what triggered all of these FA's.

5/14: I really don't like when these dreams sneak up on me, but it's OK. This kinda felt like the "Jotaro Kujo" dream four months ago (the last time I wrote here, I had a beige, plain-Jane, boring hard drive running Windows 2000 and it was too slow and every card in the machine failed. Now, I'm using a hard drive running Windows XP--working sound and graphics card and all), except this time it showed me the what the mega-corporation I created in both series, SpiraTech (for 2 writing projects, the Supercar and Insert Coin series) was up to, and it was no good, as always.

I was in this office that looked like a hospital and some of SpiraTech Industries' core members were talking about this project they were working on, bearing a striking resemblance to (you guessed it) James Lafferty. All they had to do was log on to a computer operating Windows XP/Vista/7 using Internet Explorer/Mozilla Firefox/Opera/Safari, etc., Google him and read all about him on certain websites--which means SpiraTech did their homework, but that's about as far as it got.

In the two series, SpiraTech's main goal--like most villains--is world domination in the world of cars and racing (Supercar) and video gaming (Insert Coin), by doing secret projects to beat the world's best competitors, usually in the form of humans and cars--but most of them on the Supercar side of things backfire on them. They'll also resort to low blows like setting up heists to steal things that are important in history like a Ford Model T or a Spacewar arcade machine.

As much as I'd like to see my 3 writing projects (Supercar, Insert Coin, Education Lane) become TV shows--the second an animated series with 16 to 32-bit Super Nintendo and SEGA Genesis/32x graphics (like G4's Code Monkeys did with 8-bit graphics) and the third a sitcom about teachers, I've still got some work to do, so it may be a while (and I have to find a publisher!). Maybe this dream told me to get to work and stop wasting time. For me, getting ideas are sometimes easy while others difficult. I just need to get more organized, that's all.

1/4/11: Sometimes I don't even understand why I get dreams like this: one where you're running around in circles and running into random people that seem very attractive--and the setting is in a big building. Recently I've been having dreams where there's been some sort of hybrid when it comes to these big buildings: Some are colleges mixed with apartments, while some are independent high schools--next to apartments.

In one scene, I'm in a dorm inside the body of someone who thinks there has been a failure/cheating. The roommate's had enough of his/her conspiracies.

"You've got 30 seconds to explain to me what you're talking about." she replies. She looks a lot like Hollywood actress Alicia Silverstone in the face, only younger. I haven't seen ANYTHING movie-wise starring Alicia Silverstone in over 15 years, and I'm 24 now.

After this, the "running around in circles" thing continued as a different character, running into random people and offices, even accidentally sitting on what appears to be a conveyor belt. I land on the ground, luckily, and on my own two feet.

I'm guessing this part of the dream came when I thought about doing some JoJo's Bizarre Adventure fanfiction starring a character who has a Stand similar to series main character Jotaro Kujo, Star Platinum, and this was likely everything he (the fanfic character I created) saw, along with the college scene belonging to a character from another work of mine, Tracy Weston.

A Stand, as many people who are fans of the JJBA comic book series know, is basically a supernatural power. Out of all the "bizarre" dreams I've had, I'd have to say this is one of the top ten, though I don't really see what big buildings have to do with JoJo's Bizarre Adventure. One of my goals in life is to be an author, and I think this dream might have been what I needed to get going. I'm new to this JJBA thing, so I guess I'd better read more in order to understand what's going on in each of the arcs.

[This is a catch-up post. This dream is from the night of November 25-26.]

Awake, Non-lucid dream, [Commentary made while awake]

I'm attending a writers' workshop at the home of author Beverly Cleary. Every single wall of the house is completely covered with filled bookshelves. I'm walking through the house, picking my way among people in sleeping bags lying on the floor.

Dreamskip. Now everyone is awake and listening to Cleary speak. She announces to all the attendees that she's retiring from writing. Her assistant says: “Does anyone have any questions? Real questions? Realer questions?”

One of the other attendees asks if anyone else there is willing to answer a question, and I volunteer to answer it, saying, “I can make a halfhearted effort at answering.” I say this because I don't think my answer can possibly be anywhere near as good as Cleary's. The assistant introduces me to the other attendee with the question as the author of the forthcoming novel “Artist.” In the dream, I know that the assistant is referring to my current NaNoWriMo novel [the one I was working on in real life when I had this dream], but I think, That's not the right title. [At that point, I hadn't given that novel a title yet in real life, but I still somehow knew that that wasn't the right one.] The other attendee gives me a thin ARC [Advance Reader Copy] of his (or her? I'm not sure) new book, and asks me if I'm interested in reading it and how long it would take me to read it. I am interested, because it has Piers Anthony's name on it as a reference, and is obviously high fantasy based on the cover design. I flip through it and say, “I could read this in an hour, maybe two.”

The other attendee and I walk through the house, which is crowded with workshop attendees. In the room where we end up, there are some people sitting around a picnic table, and David C. is one of them. The other attendee who gave me the ARC asks me something about what the group dynamic at this writers' workshop is like. I answer, then start telling him (her?) about the characteristics of the T./M. Writers' Group [I don't know of one in real life, besides the NaNoWriMo group] and F. Writers Read. Then I woke up. This one was so cool that I thought about trying to DEILD back in, but I didn't because I knew I'd already moved around too much.

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Side notes:

This dream was awesome. Not only did I have particularly good recall, especially for the many spoken conversations in the dream, but even better, somebody introduced me as the author of a forthcoming novel. Being the author of a published novel is one of my biggest real-life goals. Also, the night I had this dream was the night before Black Friday, and I had set a goal for that day of breaking my previous personal record for the most words of fiction written in a single day. I succeeded. I think this dream indicates that my intention to finish the draft I've started without stopping at the end of November had taken root firmly in my mind. Rawk.

Awake, Non-lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

[These are all my dreams from the past week or so that I hadn't gotten around to typing up and/or posting to this DJ, until now. Most of them are pretty fragmentary because I wrote about them from notes long after the fact. None of them were lucid. My most recent dream, from last night, will be in a separate post, because it's longer.]

Night of November 10-11

I take a lengthy tour of a camp I've been to several times, answering questions asked by people who have never been there before. We're all there for our organization's annual fall conference. There are two cabins up high on a ridge, and a big meeting/dining hall on the low ground, right near the entrance. [I knew it was that camp while I was in the dream, even though it has a completely different layout in reality. This was a pretty long dream, but I can't remember any more details now.]

I'm with Ariel from the Disney version of The Little Mermaid. We're finding our way through a Little Mermaid-themed maze. It's one of several mazes at Walt Disney World.

Night of November 11-12

Mom, P., and I are out to dinner at a restaurant with an outdoor patio. P. asks me if I got any gumbo the last time we were there. I answer that no, Dad ate it all.

I see a two-year-old girl on the street. I walk with her back to my grandparents' house. The front door of the house has two separate sections that can open and close independently of each other. We get into the house by opening the top section of the door first. When we get inside, we discover that my grandparents have a new, upright, Scrabble-like electronic board game in their house. It involves a countdown timer.

Night of November 12-13

I'm in my current house, and I listen to a voice mail from a publishing company. I return their call and talk to them. We try to organize a live interview in 30 minutes' time. They're even willing to give me directions to their office over the phone. We don't schedule the interview for 30 minutes from now, though, because that's not enough time for me to shower and get dressed. They put me on hold for a bit. When they come back, we agree on next week instead. They expect me to bring a completed, polished novel manuscript with me to the interview so we can talk about it, and I don't have one, so I think, Okay. I only have one week to finish one of my novels. My hair is long and in a French braid, and I decide to leave it that way and not wash it before the interview.

I'm with my friend Jane R. She's trying on a cute dress made out of a towel-like, terry-cloth material, and I'm helping her adjust it.

I'm watching an episode of “Rugrats” in which one of the babies helps teach another how to use the potty, and they are found by one of their moms.

When I woke up, I went, Oh. I guess I don't have to have one of my novels finished by next week. Although that would be nice. I think I had that dream about the interview because I was worrying about how I was going to balance writing, studying, and job-hunting just as I was going to sleep.

Night of November 14-15

A Christian band sings a song about their dying dog.

I'm watching the pilot episode of a superhero TV show. The show will have a superhero team consisting of 5 boys and 3 girls. I will be one of the girls on the team. I know this from watching the show's opening.

Night of November 15-16

I'm at a church camp, standing outside the little trailer where the leader of the camp is staying. His wife is sitting on a chair outside the trailer. She tells me that I can't talk to him right now because he's sleeping.

I'm getting ready to leave the camp. I'm in the process of moving my stuff out of the space in and around a twin bed in a cabin, but I'm not done yet. I come back into the cabin to continue packing, and there's another girl already lying in my bed. I tell her that I was using the space, but I'm vacating it and she can have it now, but she has my permission to play with my teddy bears. Three of my teddy bears are lying on the end of the bed [I own all of them in real life]. She answers that no, she'll take the responsibility for cleaning the place up.

A third girl who is also in the room asks me, “Can I at least do your makeup?” I look at my face in the mirror next to the bed and see that it has red blotches on it, and several large zits, including two on the left side of my jawline. I agree to let the girl do my makeup, and we go over to another wall of the room, where there is a dresser with various cosmetics on it. I see that one of the bottles of makeup is labeled inception, and I think, Oh, cool. I didn't know that was the brand name of the makeup I used. [*facepalm* Oh, dear. That really should have clued me in that I was dreaming.] I reach for this bottle, but the girl who offered to do my makeup chastises me, snapping at me to spray myself first with an alcohol-based antibacterial cleanser that comes in a pale teal bottle. I do so, wiping it over my face with a cotton ball.

I don't remember how it started, but I was on a grass plane in biologigränd in umeå with my brother jimmy. It was night time. Suddenly I realised that I was dreaming somehow. It was kinda funny because at the same time I realised it, I therefore realised that Jimmy was only a DC and not real. However I asked him to give me the notepad which he was holding that was apparently my DJ. I wrote "dreaming" for fun on the last page to somehow strengthen the fact that I was dreaming and to see if it would be written in the real notepad when I woke up (I don't really have a notepad like that anymore).

Now I wanted to try something with my lucidity so I flew up in the sky fast like a rocket. It worked and I remember thinking that it was somewhat clear to be a dream (I am not sure anymore if it was, because my memory has faded some. Maybe it was just something I thought in the dream). I flew only for a short while over the roof tops before thinking "okay, what to do now then?". I couldn't really think of anything to do and then the dream kind of faded away.



I think that I wasn't really fully lucid in this dream for several reasons. Firstly, I wrote that word in the DJ that doesn't exist. That is like something you would do in a dream and if I would have the complete mindset of awake, I doubt I would have done that. Secondly, the thing that I couldn't figure out what to do when lucid. I have heaps of stuff I would like to try.

Anyway, it was awesome. XD

This is one of my
Five-Star Lucids

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
My friend dared me to try writing an understandable message in my next lucid dream, so I decided to make this a priority instead of my current lucid goals.

The dream began with me standing out on the sidewalk. I was in an area of the city that looked very much like the photograph below, standing on the sidewalk to the far right. I edited the photo to contain the colors and atmosphere of the area as well.

There were only three or four people, I realized, as I scanned the area. Almost immediately I knew that I was dreaming, but I was a bit skeptical (as with many mid-level lucidities) so I looked at my hands. This reality check failed, as both of them only had five fingers that looked close to normal. I then did the nose-plug reality check, however, and it worked perfectly.

I looked around, dream-spinning slowly to prevent the dream from destabilizing. I saw the buildings beside me and a person standing behind me, looking uninterested. I then remembered the task my friend told me to try out in a dream, so I turned around to look beside me, expecting a sandbox to be there. It was small, around sixteen square feet in area, but it would work. I picked up a long stick I summoned just by reaching down and "knowing" it would be there, and began to write in the sand.

I improvised what I would write down. The lines the stick made were wider than they should have been, but I still managed to spell something out. The letters looked like letters, which turned into words that looked like words:

"Yo, this is rad" in capital letters.

splitting minds follow the sun for each of their how like to travel in many part he see the way of the sections which flow through the mind here now and then between the lines of reality there was once the pond of rivers that dream in minds of fullness and quaint sorrows the section of derivative many moons the whole life the test the plain of red rivers in hollow sections to many of once each his own their own no place to no maids

It is the 3rd night and im starting to get the hang of dream recall. I have not had a night without a dream. Yet. But every morning i wake up with no dream in mind, fall asleep after a while and THEN get a very clear dream. I believe thats why WILDers wake up early in the stage of REM. It kinda makes sense and is completely natural. I guess. So anyway I wake up in the middle of the night completely empty.

Heres the thing: I had NO IDEA I fell asleep. I look at the time; 5:30. Holy crap. BUT I DIDNT NOTICE I FELL ASLEEP! Then i went, maybe im deaming. Check. Nope. Very awake. But its dark like midnight outside! So I start again but as I try to fall asleep I see the sun rising and morning pointing his ugly face. Crap i have nothing.

So heres the dream:
Im fighting a creature that looks like a mix of the Joker and Johnny Depp (in Alice). I never touch him during the dream; he throws stuff which I avoid or catch and throw back. We are fighting in a scenery that looks similar to the forest in Alice (though i didnt see the movie).

After a while I end up next to a ladder which leads to a dark attic/cave. I hesitate and decide not to go inside in fear of meeting a Skulltula (huge spider in Zelda that hangs on ceilings). Down there is a turquoise (greenish blue) flashing light. I am not myself; I am a big bearded man. Then what appears to be a clone of me and my wife (?) jump down. The light becomes huge and they never come back.

Back with Johnny, in my living room this time. He throws some kind of boomerang like Batmans, but when i catch it it becomes soft and flexible. I also catch and throw a thing that looks like a Liechi Berry in pokemon, only much bigger. I find a way to lock him up outside behind the main entrance. I see his blurry face through the window. Then I turn around, go up the stairs and when I look back: he got back in. Then i scream : HEIN? COMMENT YA FAIT POUR RENTRER?!
(how did he get back in?!) Then i wake up.

Note: This was not a nightmare. Simply a weird, creepy dream.

Side-dream
I remember vaguely another dream before that where I tried to impress Ali the Bachelorette by writing mean things in a window of a room. Then she would get inside the room and see all those sweet messages I wrote all over the walls and ceiling. All of them were signed: Ray,Ray,Ray,Ray.... I think i was helped by a group of asian policemen. Thats it.

Type: regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

I was in a smaller type of hospital patient room with only one bed; it looked pretty ordinary at first glance.

It looked pretty much like that, although there was a small rectangular whiteboard behind the bed, up against the wall. There was a black whiteboard marker along the bottom shelf. House was sitting upright in the hospital bed, with a layer of white sheets over top of his lower half. I was sitting in a stool in front of the bed, holding another marker.

We were writing down different words on the board in some sort of game. I only remember one: House wrote "fouche" on the board while I was turned away, and I asked him what that word meant. He stuck his tongue out at me and I saw a splot of ink on it.

He must have written the word with his tongue.

The last thing he said was, "it's the art of writing with your tongue. Duh!" That last word, he said with his classic House-ism tone.

My dreams lately have been very fuzzy. Granted, if I remembered the entirety of this particular dream, I believe my head would explode.

Saturday, June 26, 2010

I'm the writer and the reader and the characters in the book all at once. "I finished reading the book," I tell someone, "And I was all 'I can't wait for the sequel!', but I still have to write the goddamn sequel myself and I have no idea what happens next!"

I flip over the book and look at the cover. It says, "Supernatural" at the top, above the actual title. Of course I'd be writing for a franchise, I grouse. I flip the book over again, and it's suddenly pages and pages of notes on loose-leaf paper.

Blue is Castiel and orange is someone else, a woman with an angel name. Lucifer? Samael? I'm planning a trip to Squamish by bus, but I haven't left Ixburg.

Also, notes from earlier in the night read, "You know, I actually am going to have to explain this Misha Collins obsession. I waffle on apparent evilness."

Hack Writers. Scare Factor: 2.

ETA: I have proof that Collins stalks his online stalkers. I'm very concerned.