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    1. 13-07-26

      by , 07-27-2013 at 02:43 PM
      I was fighting some guy. He had a knife, and I was unarmed. I tried to get past his defenses to knock him out, but he kept viciously stabbing me every time. I didn't really hurt,
      it just felt weird and uncomfortable. I was annoyed and frustrated, and went like "dude, stop defending already"!
      Categories
      non-lucid
    2. 13-07-27

      by , 07-27-2013 at 02:40 PM
      In the morning, I had a hallucination. I saw a hand, and it had "I love you. Please don't give up" written on it.
      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    3. 13-07-22 General Weirdness

      by , 07-22-2013 at 08:35 AM
      I saw a tall skyscraper in a dark city. Someone was told in a stern tone to leave immediately, and I knew this was "how the war started". I thought about "they" stood no chance against "them" as "they were too well hidden". Accompanying that thought, I saw flashes of some kind of bunker tucked away between some other military-looking structures out in the sticks (red rocky environment, reminiscent of Nevada).

      I was running on the asphalt road next to my old home, towards the Renault garages that used to be there. The layout was a little different, it looked a little like a park I was running through as I approached our garage from the west (in reality there is nothing to the west, just buildings). Either way, I was running very fast. So fast, I couldn't possibly corner and turn south. I had to make an extraordinary effort to slow down first. Then I continued running south. An old man (on a bike?) passed me, heading norh. He mumbled something. "What did I do this time?" I asked out loud. "I said: good day!". I felt a little bad I thought he insulted me, when all he wanted was to say hi.
      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    4. 13-07-21 The future. 2020.

      by , 07-22-2013 at 01:20 AM
      I was in an office room, in the future. The environment looked very bright and sterile with a lot of curves in the architecture; I loved it. A man in a suit was flirting with a woman who also worked there, possibly his secretary. At one time, they got awkwardly close and almost kissed, but she broke it off just in time. The man walked to his desk and tried to blackmail the woman into something, probably using the kissing incident against her. I opened one of the drawers in his desk, and found blueprints for buildings and cars. I assume the company must have been a designing firm. One of the blueprints caught my eye: a formula-one car of that year (or the next). "Oh, cool! The 2020 F1 car?" I said enthousiastically. "What year is it anyway"? I didn't know for sure, though I was sure it was the twenties. He started "explaining" in a very cryptic way, but never just telling me. "This is so typical of dreams, they never give you a straight answer!" I said in response. Aaaand then I woke up.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    5. 13-07-20 Cute blondes and meteor showers

      by , 07-22-2013 at 01:12 AM
      DJ got wiped as my laptop crashed... this will be a quick summary.

      I was in some kind of attic, and I was floating. My "friend" from the past, Barra, saw the whole thing, and I told him to try. He could float too. "See? It's easy!" I said.

      I saw an ad for a new hobby on my computer, and immediately went to the place. It looked like a school gym, or the inner corridors of a stadium. I asked some people whether this was the place, and they said it was actually for little kids (a place where kids can get theraphy for social skills or whatever). I saw a blonde girl I know from work sitting on a bench nearby. In this dream, her name was "Liuven". For some reason I was feeling very unusually courageous and smooth, and I went to talk to her. In real life she makes me nervous as hell and I'd never speak to her in public. She asked for my number, and I remembered this is how females show they want you to ask for theirs (I have a bad RL experience with this). I asked for her number, and she gave it up. Later on we walked off, and we were talking. Then something happened that interrupted us.

      Above ground. We were at a lake, and saw that the horizon was so dark, it was as if the world was upside down. My ex-friends Fenn and Barra were there, too. We sat down by a lake on some comfy chairs. Suddenly, I saw a large meteorite enter atmosphere and crash violently several clicks away. Then I felt something hitting my skin. They were micro-meteorites, a whole storm of them. We rushed underground, down some kind of hatch. We ended up in some kind of sewer. We looked into one of the tunnels, and saw a fire erupting into an inferno and coming towards us. Suddenly, Peter Petrelli from Heroes grabbed the girl, "Liuven", and shielded her from the flames. They were both burned to a crisp. Unexpectedly though, Liuven started regenerating, and Peter mimicked her and healed soon after. We were all surprised to discover Liuven was special.

      Updated 07-22-2013 at 01:22 AM by 17412 (Forgot one dream fragment.)

      Categories
      non-lucid
    6. 13-07-13 Supernatural Disaster

      by , 07-13-2013 at 07:51 PM
      I was playing some kind of game on a football field (American football), and I accidentally ran into some kind of electrical scoreboard. The thing fell down, but I quickly picked it up and put it back more or less where it came from. Claire Bennet (Heroes) in her blue CVHS uniform was laughing at this. Then, some kind of disaster of supernatural origin happened. People either disappeared, or ran around hysterically. Somehow, Claire was gone. Throughout the rest of the dream; I explored abandoned hallways and other creepy environments, including a place I've seen at least three times before in dreams/nightmares: a series of relatively empty rooms (except for a desk or bed sometimes) interlinked with all other rooms through at least three doors. The rooms looked almost identical, and the whole thing was vaguely reminiscent of the first "the cube" movie. Much like in "Slender", the place induced fear and panic exactly *because* there's nothing there. You start imagining things, fear builds up, and in the end you are hunted not by monsters, but by your own fear and paranoia. In the end, I escaped. I went into a place where survivors had set up a safe-zone. It had two floors, and entrances were barricaded with rubble. Claire was there. I got very emotional, and hugged her passionately. I was so happy she was alive. I said "I'm so glad you're okay!". Claire looked at me, surprised. She was my friend in the dream, but she did not know I had feelings for her beyond friendship. My response to her being alive made it pretty clear I loved her.
      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    7. 13-07-06 Serial Killer Escapes

      by , 07-06-2013 at 11:39 AM
      The funniest non-lucid I've had in a while. The story was about a serial killer, locked up in a room on the third floor of a mental institution. The whole dream was stylized like a Quentin Tarantino flick, and made a lot of sense. In a flashback, I saw how the killer (I knew his name, I forgot) used to work with children in a day-care center. As the other adults played with the children, he sat there motionlessly, lost in thoughts. Until the voices in his head told him to kill children. He was in his late twenties at that moment. He was quickly prosecuted and locked away, and as my consciousness temporarily merged with that of the killer, I could see reports of "my" arrest on TV. It was big. I was the next Ted Bundy, just worse because I mass-murdered children.

      So, the killer was on the third floor of the institution. When the orderlies had left, he scanned the room looking for a way out. There were windows, and they didn't appear locked. I guess they were hoping prisoners wouldn't try to escape that way, because it was on third floor and it was a long way down. Some smaller hatches in the walls (?) probably lead to the attic. Suddenly, I heard voices. "Where is he?" The killed had moved out of sight of the door, and the orderlies were worried he had escaped. "I" took control of the killer, and quickly lay down on my bed to do something - like read a book (I'm not sure what I did anymore). They came in, and saw everything was fine. Then they left again.

      The killer went to the window, and started opening it very slowly. It made a lot of noise, however. Outside of the building was a large lawn, where orderlies and nurses cared for less dangerous inmates. He kept opening the window all the way, and crawled outside onto a balcony. It had bars to prevent escape. Sadly, two of the female orderlies on the lawn looked up, alarmed. I whispered to the killer that he had been noticed. The orderlies gathered below the balcony, awaiting his next move. The side of the balcony was exposed, so "we" (it was as if I was the spectator of the 'film', as well as the voice in his head AND the one controlling his actions) started climbing down. The two female orderlies followed my every move, and were waiting for me. They looked pretty smug, as if I didn't stand a chance in hell to escape. I think I used telekinesis to kill one of the orderlies, by tossing some of the bars of the balcony into her face. The surviving one looked shocked for a second, but quickly regained her composure. We struggled for a moment, and I extended my arm to push her away telekinetically. Sadly, my power didn't work. She injected me with a sedative into my arm. She looked so amazingly smug about stopping me, I still wish I could hurt her.

      I found the killer back in his room. This time however, there were four guards there with him, guarding him 24/7. Two orderlies, and two special agents, dressed in neat suits and sunglasses, each with a big calibre pistol. Some of them were watching TV, and doing random things to stay occupied. I looked around, and noticed escape was out of the question like this. I became the voice in the killer's head, and told him he needed to "kill them all".

      He came up with a clever plot. A friend came to visit, and pretended to sell him a dog (yeah). While they were talking about what race it was, they secretly exchanged something (a key?). Either way, the plot worked, and suddenly our serial killer had a chainsaw. He went on a rampage, and brutally murdered everybody in the room. The friend was pleased, and congratulated him. But the killer could not be trusted. He killed his best friend with a stroke from the chainsaw to the face. It was all rather graphic. The top of his head was just... gone. I saw a quick info-video about how the body works. It said that if you cut off any limb, the body is drained of blood completely. If you cut off the top of his head, he doesn't lose that much, but he would eventually die of organ failure.

      In the next scene, the killer escaped, and calmly walked away from the institution. The camera went to the stage of a concert hall, where the headless guy suddenly appeared in the spotlight. All the people started screaming and bolted for the exit.

      Updated 07-06-2013 at 11:45 AM by 17412

      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    8. 12-12-28 New Trick to Make Flight Easier!

      by , 12-27-2012 at 11:42 PM
      So at work (where else) I came up with a brilliant idea to fix my flying problems. You see, I often have no trouble taking off, but end up losing altitude; or find myself unable to move from vertical to horizontal flight without losing too much altitude. It's a mental issue, I know. I can't "unfeel" gravity 100%, so it continues to exist a little. So if I can't cancel it, I can at least beat it! I was in a dream a few nights ago, and found myself flying. When I remembered the trick I invented, I tried it. I pretended my hands and feet were thrusters, like on Iron Man's suit. It worked. I took off vertically, and went high. Higher than what I usually manage. And I went fast. Very fast. This experiment was a success, and I'll use that trick every time from here on out.

      Updated 11-16-2017 at 07:42 PM by 17412

      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    9. 12-03-25

      by , 03-31-2012 at 01:56 PM
      I remember touching a hot pipeline (I work at a chemical company in real life), probably steam, and my rubber acid-proof glove sticks to it, melting slowly.

      Another dream took place in a place in Luxemburg, or the place was mentioned or shown on a map. Something like that.

      Updated 11-16-2017 at 07:42 PM by 17412

      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    10. 12-03-18

      by , 03-18-2012 at 11:33 AM
      I'm in a room where some kind of red laser beams (that had a healing effect?) near the floor are being reflected by metallic suitcases placed there on purpose.

      I'm watching the non-existent sixth season of heroes, and noticed that it sucked big time. The music during conversations was weird, and Claire Bennet (whom I normally fancy) looked a bit fat, and generally quite unattractive. The plot was very, very boring.

      I'm watching Tim from the game 'Braid' coming home, and the princess (who was at home) opening the door for him. All of this happened before the princess ran away from him in the game.

      I had plenty more dreams, but wasted my chance to record them by going back to sleep.

      Updated 11-16-2017 at 07:46 PM by 17412

      Categories
      non-lucid
    11. 12-03-xx

      by , 03-16-2012 at 09:33 PM
      I was with a group of criminals or mercenaries, and we had a deal set up. We descended into some kind of basement, resembling a bunker. The boss told us to disperse and prepare for trouble. I asked him if he didn't want some people to stand by the entrance, but he said no. I wanted a shotgun, but he handed me a sniper rifle instead. Slightly disappointed, I headed down a corridor 50 meters or so, so I could oversee the whole thing from a safe distance. When it was over, my contract was completed. I was free to do whatever I wanted. I left the bunker, and headed up a hill. I knew that there was something to be had there, maybe someone left a drop there or a courier would come by later. I stood there, until the cops zeroed in on my location and busted me. Miami Vice?

      I was at the bow of a sailing boat, entering a small harbor. We were looking for a certain boat. I check all the moored ships and found a few similarly named ones, but not the one we were looking for.

      I was going to study biology or biotechnology again. It's nothing more than a fragment now.

      Updated 11-16-2017 at 07:45 PM by 17412

      Categories
      non-lucid
    12. 12-03-15

      by , 03-16-2012 at 09:24 PM
      I was in the Carribbian with my dead grandmother from my father's side. I wanted to buy some drugs, because I saw some other people do the same. I wanted cannabis. The Jamaican dude was prepared to sell me some kind of painkiller (a stronger version of imodium), but I had to accept a subscription of some kind using my credit card first. I suspected a scam, and backed out of the deal.

      There was a war or armed conflict of some sort going on. I was with the soldiers (Americans, from the looks of them) even though I was no soldier. We heard voices and agonized screams coming out of a hangar. were getting ready to bust in and terminate any threats, and I felt very nervous. This was the first time I'd see action. A guy from work, Roel, was with the team as we went inside. There was a single hostile in the hanger, a man, but he was extremely agile. Everybody opened fire on him, and he jumped up into a corner of the building, up against the roof. Baffled by this (and scared at the same time), I drew my revolver and opened fire. I had never killed anyone before, and it felt strange. Sure, I've fired guns before in real life, but it was weird to realize that this time, I was pointing that thing at another human being with the intention to kill. My body was full of adrenaline, and I forgot to aim the first few shots. So yeah, I didn't hit much. When I aimed down the sight and got ready to shoot, a young black man ran up to the hostile, and jumped up to him. Somehow, this caused some soldiers to finally hit and kill the target (and the black man) with a few bursts of fire from their assault rifles. When it was over, the black dude turned out be a teenage girl, and she had apparently come back to life. We thanked her for her help. A bit later, I was in some kind of waiting room with actress and obsession Hayden Panettierre. I sat there, thinking about why I did all this. About how I throw myself into violent situations, just to feel worthy of being alive. Worthy of her. Explaining more would require extensive knowledge of my mind, so let's keep it at this.

      There were four people, including me, and two of us were not what we seemed to be (not human, maybe?) but no one knew who. I chose two others and claimed it was them. But them it was revealed that it was in fact me. I was convicted together with the other person, and violently killed by being hung from a skyscraper... Another dead condemned person hanging next to me looked like the actor Damian Lewis.

      Updated 11-16-2017 at 07:47 PM by 17412

      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    13. 12-03-16

      by , 03-16-2012 at 08:59 PM
      I was with my brother in a dream world. I told him I was looking for a girl, but he said there were other ways to find one (he thought we were in the real world). I told him that we were in a dream inside a dream, and somehow that made everything more acceptable for him. I think that a bit later in the same dream, we/I met the girl, and her female friend(s). She had long, blonde hair, and I thought she was absolutely gorgeous. We may have talked, I'm not sure. Somewhere after that, I woke up for a few minutes. But I managed to fall asleep again and enter the same dream world again, only two or three days later. I felt bad about not having called the girl again. I was too scared and anxious, too dependent on the comfort zone of my TV and computer. I wanted to see her again. I frantically searched the web for her username, trying to track her down. I remember seeing a screen from the game Gothic 4. Some time later, I met the girl again "by accident" when she was riding her bicycle with her friend. I stopped to say hi, and apologized for not calling her sooner. She was forgiving, and suddenly it was established that she would be my girlfriend (yes, it's *that* easy in dreams). Her friend wanted to explain "the rules" first. She told me she had broken bones before, and that we would have to face the language barrier (she explained she lived in flemish town near the wallonian border, the southern part of Belgium where people speak french instead of dutch). A bit later we were standing on the terrace of a café or bar. I felt exhilarated to finally be successful with a woman, and we were talking and laughing. My "friends" (some guys I know from school, Tim L. and Robin) were there too, laughing and mockingly congratulating me that even *I* finally found a girl (and managed to get her, that is). He jokingly (I hope) said that next thing we knew, I'd drink the bouncer under the table. The bouncer, a buff and tall dude, came towards me. I pointed at the guy who said that, and denied the claim.

      Fun dream; but then again, dreams in which the loser gets the girl are always fun.

      Updated 11-16-2017 at 07:44 PM by 17412

      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    14. 11-04-17

      by , 04-21-2011 at 07:57 PM
      I vaguely remember being with a very attractive girl from high school. Seeing as how I was always a pariah, I never even came close to standing a chance; but in this dream I felt there was some potential because I'm more romantically oriented than most of the immature types she usually dates. I don't remember too many details about the setting - maybe a gaming or model building store...

      Updated 11-16-2017 at 07:43 PM by 17412

      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
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