viewtifuljon

To preface this dream it's helpful to know that about a month ago, my good friend and roommate moved out and disappeared without telling anyone where he's going. That comes into play.

I'm at some sort of campus and I'm determined to find my roommate. I first go find his brother and ask him. I ask him what the status of my roommate is, and he replies "deceased". I sit there shocked for a moment and then ask him to elaborate. He tells me that he knows because he hasn't contacted him for a while. I tell him that my roommate hasn't contacted me since he left a month ago.

Eventually I decide to confront his teachers, hoping they might know something. I know that my roommate contacted them just before he left (something to the effect of "I'm not coming back") so maybe they'll know more. I go out on the front yard and all of the teachers are trying to use some sort of pipe to recycle. It's huge, black, and it's taking up the whole front yard. A little investigation reveals that apparently a corporate big-wig has made some sort of policy that the teachers don't like. I help clean up a little bit and go on to find my roommate's teacher. He is apparently that black guy from the Matrix.

I ask him if he knows at all why my roommate left and if he had any information on where he might be. He says that the roommate had increasingly sucky grades and had been planning to move there for some time. I tell him that's impossible because we were very good friends. We get into a bit of an argument. Then I stop because I realize I'm looking at effing Morpheus. And then I'm like "wait, this guy's in the Matrix".

I don't think I realized that I was dreaming, but I did realize that I could do anything I wanted. Possibly a result of the Matrix coming to mind. I don't know. In any case I start flying around. I can only go slow at first, but I start to learn to build up speed. I realize that I can't go too fast because I can't really imagine what flying really fast looks like, and I can't "render" my surroundings fast enough. Flying loses all coolness when you're just in a vague void.

There was a bad guy I shot energy blasts at, and I remember conjuring him from my imagination. Also, I was on a bed with some girl and we were playing a sort of board game. There were two different types of tiles. One required us to fight each other and the other type allowed us to make out. My mom watched, which was weird. Also, I seem to remember something about a Homestuck fan or something?

Wow, it's been almost a month since my last entry. It's not that I haven't been dreaming. I just stopped caring or something. In any case, just had a particularly weird one during my afternoon nap so I decided to write it down.

I'm a member of some sort of organized crime group. We are not necessarily a gang though.We're very classy. We're in a city with the intention of stealing a lot of stuff from it. We all go our seperate ways and try to find good targets. The group has a tendency to be very loud, rambunctious, and they like to loot things by breaking them.

The leader calls us to a local pub and has a meeting with us. He tells us not to be so destructive. We're also encouraged to seek out legitimate business venues as well. Like if we see a small but profitable shot, try to buy it. We go our separate ways, and yet again I see idiots throwing bricks into windows. I drag him into an alley and tell him to stop it, since he's blowing our cover.

We go into a mall area and see a entrance that looks promising. I encourage a few other thieves around me to go in and see what's up. We go in and as it turns out it's a theater. I apologize, but now we have to sit through the play (which turns into a movie) to avoid drawing suspicion.

The movie is about two girls. They were apparently killed in some sort of automobile accident. Due to a curse or somesuch, they were raised from the dead as sort of zombies. They don't look decayed or anything, but they're unnatural and they want to die. I recognize these two girls as my relatives.

I grab the nearest partner and tell her that we have to find these girls and help them. The partner agrees and tells me that she'll meet me at the place where they're being held. We meet there later, with some difficulty of finding the place. We enter a dark house and an old lady greets us. She asks if we're here to help the girls. I answer that we are. She leads us to them.

They're in a dimly lit room sleeping on their beds. After a short argument, my partner goes first. We are instructed to kiss them to help them. She leans towards the younger girl's head, but then pulls back, insisting that she can't do it. I, beginning to get upset, plead the woman to tell me what will happen when we kiss them. She says "well you watched the movie didn't you?" I say that we left before it was over. She tells us that when the girls are kissed, they die. They're finally able to rest in peace. I begin to cry (my eyes were wet when I woke up too, interestingly enough), knowing that I owe it to the girls to allow them to die. We go back into their room. My partner wakes the younger girl up and kisses her on the hand. That works. The girl limply falls and doesn't move. I go to kiss the next girl, and the old woman informs me that for the curse to break, I must kiss this one on the lips. After very slowly lowering my head down, I give here a quick smooch. It's not terribly disgusting, but she is cold and seemingly filled with sawdust. She dies.

EDIT #2 (ELABORATION): The end of the world has happened. I'm not sure exactly what caused it, but I think it involved zombies. All I know is that it's been long enough that everyone has kind of come to accept it. The disaster has something to do with zombies, or some sort of infectious monster. All I remember is that it was slow and gradual, and it did things to your body. (More body horror. Interesting that this comes up so much.) For some reason I'm thinking that the Joker is responsible for it. Or some other clown-themed villain maybe? In any case, the bad guy is throwing a party at my house for the monsters, and they start coming down the cul-de-sac an into my driveway. Most of them are driving vehicles and monster trucks. One monster in particular tries to run me over with a dunebuggy, but I leap out of the way.

The dunebuggy wrecks into a person standing next to me and it crushes his skull. I remember seeing the remains of his head, his jawbone, and a huge pool of blood. A friend of the victim says that he's keeping the remains so he can identify him later.

(This dream is interesting in that it's almost completely derived from things I've been doing lately. The zombies come from me watching Walking Dead, Joker is from Arkham City (which I recently bought), the party is related to a scene in the game, the dunebuggy is from me seeing RAGE, and the crushed skull and jawbone is from a scene in Breaking Bad (in which a man's skull was crushed with an ATM machine) I recently watched.)



(Original Notes)
Sleepy. Will elaborate later

It's the end of the world and we've all pretty muhc accepted it.
It has to do with zombies or something
joker from Batman i sresponsible
go to smoeone's house for final advice for big "party" joker hosting at my house
Given weapon of some sort
Go home
Part is kind of like a monster truck rally
Most of the trucks drive down cul-de-sac and into driveaway
Monster truck
One lady in a dunebuggy almost hits me and a few other people., but I stand up and dage.
It's intentional
Crushes skull of one guy. I can see jawbone and lots of blood
Guy says he's keeping it so he can identify that person later

Edit: Remember reason for apocolypse: Everyone was infected with a sort of virus. In a few hours it turned you into a monster/zombie. There was body horror involved.

I've totally been slacking lately with the dream journaling, but I figured I'd write this weird experience down. I woke up several times this morning, and kept immediately falling asleep. I was having this (non-lucid) dream about me and a friend (I don't know who) at a theme park type thing. It was huge and took up a whole canyon. The problem was that there were bad guys in the park that wanted to hurt us. So we fought the bad guys.

We kept finding "loot" as if we were playing a roguelike. I found a ring that let me fly, run incredibly fast, hit incredibly hard, and jump incredibly high. I used it to fight the bad guys, but if I ever used it for doing something other than fighting bad guys, it would disappear and I'd have to get it from the spot that I got it from last time. Over time, it burned my finger from over-use.

I woke up, remembered my dream briefly, and lied back in the bed with the intention of going back to sleep. I remembered what my dream was about very vividly, and I remembered exactly what I was doing when I stopped dreaming. So then I started imagining what would have happened if I had continued, kind of like a day dream. Over the next couple of minutes, my daydream became a real dream, and I basically picked up where I left off. But then I remembered that I was just daydreaming or something. So I tried to stabilize the dream. It worked. I could still feel myself lying in bed, but I wasn't seeing the back of my eyelids. I started running around, but I realized that I needed to go get the ring to be able to fly. But then I stopped myself and said "Wait, no I don't. This is my dream. I don't need to let a imaginary ring tell me what I can and can't do." So I started jumping and trying to hold myself there, and eventually I could kind of glide. But I wasn't completely successful. So I started running, and I could run as fast as I did with the ring.

I did some other stuff. Like, I went on the other side of the canyon, and using my new speed, I ran through this zoo exhibit thing they had over there. I remember goats, yaks, and something else. I think I was afraid of the yak. Which is funny because I did lose a level 8 character to a Yak last night on Dungeon Crawl Stone Soup (a roguelike). I found a big slide ride, the lady there told me it was like a mile long, and I rode it. And it was cool.

Then I kamehameha'd some trees cause seriosuly, what's a good lucid dream without shooting laser beams. That didn't really work because I have a hard time imagining what a tree getting destroyed by a laser beam would look like.

I am buying a new pet, but I'm not sure what kind I want, so I go to a pet store and the employee helps me pick out a new one. We sort them by category; mammals, reptiles, and birds.

Also, I am starting a new job after the old person fell through the floor or something. I'm going to be working with my current boss, but doing something much more legitimate than just taking help desk calls.

I had my third real full-length lucid dream last night. I went to bed at 3:30 AM, and woke up at 10:30, decided that wasn't happening, and went back to bed. I slept again from 10:30 to 11:30.

It's hard to remember the events prior to me gaining lucidity. I was taking pictures of things, I think, but it was a problem somehow. I could only be let into certain areas at certain times. Also, I remember this really weird thing where these cartoon characters were getting together and ...cooking or something. But it was very exclusive. But then, someone else made a similar cooking thing that wasn't exclusive at all, and it was just as good.

Anyway, me and my roommate Charlie had to device a gauntlet of sorts. Kind of like an obstacle course for people riding skateboards. I had already done one and it was easy. Our scheme however, was to make everyone that did it die. Couldn't say why. We ran out of ramps, so we started drawing ramps on the air. I thought that was odd. When we were done I thought to myself "Wait a second... you can't draw on air. What's going on here?" The coach from my university was there helping us, and he said "Think... when was the last time you really saw me? You know I'm not here." (Implying that he looked funny because I couldn't remember him) I thought to myself "I'm dreaming!"

I remember my heart racing and I had to calm myself down. I rubbed my face up against the coach's jacket to stabilize myself. I could feel its leather pulling against my face. I looked around. I was in some sort of old barn. The ramps and stuff were gone. The last few lucid dreams I've had, I've immediately started to try to fly and shoot laserbeams out of my eyes, but that never works and I always wake myself up. So this time I just tried to look at my hands. They were there, but they were very far away. I usually don't have dreams in first person, so maybe that's why it was weird. As I looked around, I could feel my brain working to imagine what an old barn looked like. It was sort of like in a video game when you enter a new area, but it hasn't fully loaded yet and the textures gradually fill in.

My and Charlie started to walk away (because he wanted to, and I didn't know what to do) and I felt myself slipping away. I told Charlie to remind me that I was dreaming the next time he saw me. I have no earthly idea why I've done this twice now. I don't think it helps or anything. It just kinda comes out. I woke up and immediately wrote this down.

I've just moved in to college. I have a dorm room to myself that is very high up in an apartment building. For some reason, I'm really in to guns, as is my dad. In my room, I have a little porch that I can sit on with a chair, pool table, and a few other little things. It's shared with other people on my floor. I have 2 guns: a old repeating rifle, and a .22 caliber revolver. (I do not know anything about guns IRL, so I don't know if those terms make sense. It's just what I remember from the dream. I think I got them from video games) I leave to go do some things, and when I get back, the shiny silver revolver has been stolen. I ask around and the lunchlady (or janitor or something) says she might know who stole my gun. She hands me a picture with three ladies on it. They look like they're sitting on a park bench at night or something.

Someone suggests that I run this photograph through a computer so that it can identify the people for me. I know that this is nonsense. There's a few reverse image searches on the internet, but the probability that this random photograph (glossy, as if it was originally film) was posted on the web on a public site is basically nothing. But I run the picture through the computer anyway. I think it's hooked up to a police database or something. It comes up with names for all of the women. I then cross-reference these names with visitor records to the dorm, and find that they all came to the dorm a few days ago. I look up security footage for that day, and follow them around as best as I can. I notice that when they're close to my room, my gun is already missing.

So, then I go find the lady who was closest to my gun (by magic I guess?) and ask her if she's seen it. She gets nervous and says that she hasn't. I grab her arm, but my hand into her... umbrella and find my gun. I say that she's welcome to argue that this gun is hers, but I'll be confirming the registration, and I think that it will be a match to mine. She's also welcome to sue me for my methods of finding her, but she won't have much luck. After all, I didn't steal the photograph I used to identify her, and I used public resources.

Also, I remember going to my dad's house. He had a bunch of guns set up in the back of the house. Like 40 or so. Tons of boxes of ammo and stuff. I look around, find one that says "carbine" on it, and aim through the little scope. It's hard to see through it.

I also had another dream last night, but I only remember fragments. There was a huge sort of.. play pen complex. Kind of like those networks of tunnels and slides that you see at the kids section at McDonald's. I don't know what to call those. This thing is huge though. It's hundreds of stories high, and kind of inter-networked with an apartment building. I know that a woman lives up there in one of the glass domes that you can look out of, so I go trying to find her. I don't remember anything else about this part. Later I was exploring with my fiancee Alisha. We find a sort of ... dock thing. It's wooden and made out of that dark pine wood that docks are made out of. I think ships might have been involved.

1) Sequel to A Goofy Movie (woot)
It's a stupid video game gimmick
Sequel is inside the original movie, kinda breaking the fourth wall

Playing vidya with wil
Dark background
Dog
Fireball chain
Monkeys of varying sizes
Wil Frustrated
Climb up crane, monkeys attacked
Wil has to shoot them
Monkeys keep getting bigger
Finally king kong
Wil Brings helicopter and tries to shoot it with it.

Will elaborate on these later when I have time.

EDIT: Wow, OK. Well, I thought I'd still remember them or that the notes would jog my memory. Turns out they don't at all. Sorry. This now makes no sense to me. I'll make a point of writing my dreams out completely from now on.

I'm out exploring an old abandoned hotel (something I've been doing lately IRL). It's big, elaborate, and has sort of teal green paint. It is completely destroyed and has no ceiling. I climb through the rubble and find an ancient cello, or a bass or something. It's in pretty good condition, and I consider taking it and selling it. I start to take some pictures, but before I can take many, I notice that a person driving a car notice me. He looks bothered, and he picks up his cell-phone. It looks like he's about to call the cops.

Then I wake up.

Later on in the night, I'm with my friend Adam. We are trying to stop something from happening. There is a large cargo truck type thing (the kind that's used to transport troops back in like WWII or something) that is full of soldiers armed with WWII era gear. We are armed with some sort of bolt-action rifles. We hide behind a telephone pole and a rock, and begin to take pot shots at them. I don't remember killing anyone. They start to get out of the truck and overwhelm us, so we run away.

We run back to my neighborhood and all the way back to my house. Running is like slogging through molasses at this point. We catch our breath at our house, and we formulate a new plan. We decide we'll go a little ways up the hill. One of us will hide in the grass, and the other will take cover at the bottom of the hill. The one at the bottom will shoot at the truck as it comes down the hill, and the one behind with pop up and shoot them in the back while they're distracted.

I don't remember how this plan turned out.

Had a series of bizzare semi-lucid dreams during a nap. I say semi-lucid since I kept waking up and falling back to sleep, so it's difficult to say what of it was actually lucid and what was just my conscious imagination. I normally wouldn't even write this down, but I've been having a dry spell lately, so whatever.

The first fragment I remember is being on a road trip of some sort. That's literally all I remember. It wasn't lucid at all.

The second fragment is I was "in" Resident Evil 4. I was playing the re-release last night, so that's not particularly surprising. In the dream, the sort of "intel" woman that's on the radio tells me that I'm dreaming. The conversation took place in the normal game HUD that you see when having a radio conversation In any case, I'm not particularly surprised by this revelation. I ask her to keep reminding me, and if I'm ever dreaming again, to tell me.

I woke up then, and went back to sleep. In this one I was at a cafeteria, and a overhear a father talking to his son (I think the dad was John Goodman. Now -that's- unexpected). He's telling his son that the Binding of Isaac is an awful game and that is sacrilegious (true, I guess?) and encourages bullying (what?). Again, not surprising since I was playing that game literally 2 minutes before I went to sleep. This fragment wasn't lucid to my knowledge.

I'm in some large building and my friend Charles is with me. There's some sort of Mr. Miyagi type character there as well who is demonstrating his martial art skills. Charles (who is in to that sort of stuff IRL) decides to challenge him. They fight with those staff things. Charles puts up a good fight (getting in a few decent hits) but ultimately is defeated. I remember the blows looking particularly painful. Like one would "stab" the other with the staff and his flesh would bend and poke through the other side.

After the fight, I have a conversation with Charles. We try to discuss if he could beat Ryu from Street Fighter in a hand-to-hand fight. Charles asks how his skill is at avoiding and blocking chains of attacks. I explain to him that a "chain" or a "combo" in tournament fighter terms is by definition a series of hits that are unavoidable provided that the first hit connects. Since it's sort of a gaming abstraction, I reason that his skill at blocking chains must be assumed to be the same as Ryu's. My thought process is surprisingly clear and logical. A similar argument is made for Charles's inability to shoot hadoukens.

After this we all decide that it would be best to learn karate or something so that we can defend against bad guys. I'm then in a karate class. It's very embarrassing because I'm the only adult in a room full of 5 year olds. We do some drills that mainly consist of things I remember from basketball practices. Layups, foot dexterity drills, etc.

Suddenly, I'm Batman. Best plot twist ever.

The same Mr. Miyagi type character is my master who trained me. There are bad guys trying to kill him (I think I identify these attempts as having been made by the Joker?). At one point there is a bomb planted near him so I disarm it or get rid of it or something. Then they actually succeed in killing him. I chase down the bad guy and apprehend him. A funeral service is called to honor Mr. Miyagi's death by someone other than me. Everyone brings strawberry jam to the funeral because that's customary or something. They give Mr. Miyagi's corpse the jam and he is revived. Apparently jam is the cure to whatever poison that the bad guy gave him, and he himself called for the funeral service because he knew it would be the fastest way to get jam.

We're eating dinner at home and Keanu Reeves and the AVGN both show up. This is odd because I haven't seen any of these people in media in real life for months. In any case, they go through a buffet style serving table and get their food. I ask AVGN how he got all of the games that he reviews. I think I remember saying "Do you just get all of that crap of eBay, or what?" I don't get an answer, but Alisha (my fiancee) scolds me for even considering spending our money on crap like that (I wasn't actually considering that). As we eat, I seem to remember reading something about Reeves' life being awful or something (I think I really read something like this at one point...?) so I consider asking about it. However, I can't come up with a good way to ask that other than "Hey, does your life suck?", which I thought was weird.

Also, I seem to remember trying to build a 3DO from scratch with the AVGN's advice. I think it worked but I didn't have any games. Or it only had one built-in to the hardware. Or something.

Then I'm at my Bop-Bop's house (grandfather, mother's side) and I'm spending the night there. I'm playing some video games in the den or something, and Bop-Bop is sleeping in a chair. He wakes up to tell me that it was all a farce. Everything he's known was an illusion. I think he's just sleep talking, so I turn off my games and go upstairs. He follows me to the edge of the stairs and continues talking about the nature of life. All I can remember about his rant is that he's actually kind of making sense, but he's very sad that he's almost wasted his entire life.

It was an long elaborate dream, but I forgot most of it until about 10 minutes after I woke up, so I'm just writing down the fragments I remember.

I'm in some sort of day camp where Mom has brought Oliver (our dog). He's going to stay there for a while. And there are muppets all over the place. Grover, Kermit, all those guys. A few of them are tiny. I remember them being very wild and unruly.

Also, I remember introducing myself to some girl that worked there, and some other guy was with me. I was... trying to manipulate her into doing something I think.

Just short fragment I had during an afternoon nap

Craig (a relative) starts to stick to things and himself. Like, he'd bend his arm and his forearm and upper arm would stick to each other. Eventually he sort of becomes an amorphous blob. He absorbs his whole family.

Weird.

I'm following a young man that I know to be in possession of a very valuable and dangerous potion that he will inevitably consume. I'm trying to keep him from drinking it. I follow him through a shopping mall sort of thing and follow him to a ... shoe department? He seems suspicious of me, and he has a friend with him. To throw off the suspicion, when we get to the food court, I don't sit facing him. Eventually, before I can apprehend him, he drinks the potion and turns into a huge Mr. Hyde-like monster. I know this monster will probably kill me, but I try to fight him. I also remember trying to evacuate the mall and save as many people as I can. I remember the monster being on a balcony type thing a few floors above me, and I know that I'm going to have to fight him right now.

Wow. That was a pretty epic dream I guess. Definitely unusual. Just fragments, though. Nothing that can really be used to derive a dream sign.