non-lucid

#1020:
Date: July 28th, 2011
Length: 10 minutes

This was a very odd, quite long dream. It had a bunch of different segments and my memory of it has faded a bit (not to mention I can't read half the stuff I wrote), but the overall idea was this: myself and a few other people were under the effects of some kind of curse that would, after a week, erase us out of existence. For some reason after this happened we would be forced to relive the final day again and again, groundhog day style. The dream basically consists of me reliving the day repeatedly, although each day is completely different and happens in a different place. My chronology of the whole dream is a bit funky, but I've tried to put it together in the way that makes most sense. I really hope this isn't totally confusing/unreadable, but it's pretty hard to explain.

<I don't remember much of this part, but I think I was walking with a few people, one of which was my friend from the start of the dream, and my notes say something about an old woman -- I think she's the one who cursed us>

After that I'm with a friend of mine, and we're going to a reunion of old school friends. Just before going into the house where the reunion is happening, I look at a paper sign on the window mentioning Anna, a person I knew when I was really really small and had all but forgotten about. I stop for a moment to think about this, then some people inside see us and quickly invite us in. I see a ton of people I used to know, and greet them all warmly.

I find myself in a different place, still with my friend. It's the last day, and we're both fully aware of it. My friend is pretty panicky and seems to have some last minute ideas on how to remove the curse, but I think we both get erased from existence, although I don't remember this part too well.

In another "last day," I'm at my old high school, and I'm frantically searching in the library for any books that can help me get more information about this curse and removing it. I find a book with some interesting symbols/runes that I try to memorize in hopes that they will be useful. I also talk to someone (J.) about my situation -- he's sympathetic but doesn't really have much he can do to help.

At some point, I have a sort of revelation about how to beat the curse, but it's also just a few moments before the day ends. I run up to the roof of the school, and there are two sort of machines (they looked like vending machines) that I'm trying to get to. However, this sort of large witch-looking person appears and attacks me, trying to block me from getting to the machines long enough for me to get erased. She's very strong but I finally take her down. I'm not sure exactly how (from the machines, I think? or was it something I found on the witch?), but I find out some sort of secret password that I can use on a computer to remove the curse. The password was composed of several of the emoticons ":{" and "}:". I think the password was "}::{" although I also remember thinking it was 6 characters, so maybe not.

Anyways, I realize that I'm about to be blotted out of existence and don't have time to type the password, so I write it down on a piece of paper which I will somehow be able to access when I relive this day. Suddenly everything goes pitch black -- I'm completely gone, although in a sense I'm still aware. The day then restarts, and I get the piece of paper where I wrote the password. I think it takes me a while to remember what it was for, but I succeeded in removing the curse once I figured it out.

Nonetheless, I relived a different version of the day, where I was once again trying to remove the curse but had found a different way. It was night time and I was in the streets of some suburb, once again running out of time. I sprinted to a house which was owned by an old friend of mine. I quickly went to his room, and he seemed to know all about my situation and how to remove the curse.

He told me I only had a few minutes left, and proceeded to deploy a small basketball hoop that was on a wall of his room. He handed me a a ball and showed me where to stand -- all I had to do to remove the curse was make one free throw from here before my time ran out. I shot maybe like eight times, and missed every single one. For some reason, I just couldn't hit the shot, even though the basket wasn't far away. The ball usually just hit the left side of the rim. I looked back at my friend and asked him for help: suddenly, a pure white aura appeared around his eyes, and some sort of white energy went towards me. I absorbed it (I think I might have swallowed it?) and immediately felt better, then made the free throw.

As the ball went through the net, I exhaled and felt a very strange but pleasant sensation. It was like my entire body/tension deflated as the curse was removed from me. I fell back onto the bed behind me, and suddenly saw all the events of the dream (or at least, what seemed to be the events of the dream) flash backwards in time very quickly before my eyes. The last thing I remember is something about an old woman, apparently named Ann Parila. I think I woke up after that.

Whooooo, another MILD attempt last night. I woke up around 630 AM, stayed up 10 minutes, and the result was a sort of lucid dream about an hour later. The 10 minute thing seems to be working pretty well, but I may need to stay up a little longer or be a bit more active during the 10 minutes, because I still feel like I'm falling asleep almost instantly when I lie down again.

Then, this morning when I got out of bed, at first I didn't remember that many dreams, but I got into a strange half-sleepy mode where I could suddenly remember a LOT of dreams from last night. This happens to me sometimes at night when I'm falling asleep, I'll suddenly start remembering a bunch of old dreams in a chain. Anyways, here they all are!



#1011:
Date: July 13th, 2011
Length: 6 minutes

I began the dream in a sort of grocery store. After a few moments, I was (partially) lucid; I think I did a nose-plug RC. I tried to stabilize everything and get into a clear mindset. I remembered one idea I had to help me focus and become fully conscious: remembering some things I'm doing in the coming week IRL. I only managed to recall two of them before losing attention, and I don't remember exactly what they were. I also switched to thinking in French for a while.

A friend of mine appeared to my left, and showed me a table with a whole bunch of food and stuff, inviting me to dig in. I started with a weird sort of bar of hard candy, but it tasted very strange so I spit it out. I think I had a slice of pizza and just generally pigged out because I knew it didn't matter and it's always interesting to see how things will taste in a dream.

After this, my recall of the dream is blurry for a while, I remember an Asian girl, a large lake that I considered swimming in but eventually decided not to, and some alternation between day and night. Eventually I ended up in a sort of motel room. The dream got pretty strange from there, so I'll pass on writing up the rest.



#1012:
Date: July 13th, 2011
Length: 4 minutes

This whole dream occurred in some kind of large underground mall/subway station. In the dream, I would repeatedly have to run and jump really fast to get from one side of the station to another. There was an elevator on both ends of the mall that I would go into. I would sprint, slide along rails and doing a whole bunch of acrobatic stuff I probably couldn't pull off in real life.

It was all pretty fun, but I was also scared because I was being chased (by police and other characters), so basically running for my life. Sometimes there was this sort of witch/hag dressed all in black after me. She would occasionally catch up with me and grab me. She had a kind of magical touch and whenever I came into contact with her it was like I was being electrocuted -- I could barely move and it was quite painful. Thankfully, I would get rescued by a mysterious woman who would fight off the hag whenever this happened, buying just enough time for me to run to the escape elevator, which took me back to the start.


Once, while in the elevator I saw a tiny inscription near the buttons, that said something about how this "game" worked: every 3 rounds there would be a more difficult, advanced round (which is where the hag usually showed up). Apparently after 3 advanced rounds it would all be finished. On the last run that I remember, near the start I was approached by a well-dressed Asian man. He apparently worked for the evil corporation that was after me, but had decided to betray them. He led me into a secret area of the mall, and I don't remember what he showed me there.


#1013:
Date: July 13th, 2011
Length: 3 minutes

I was in a city, though at times I was semi-aware of it all being part of a video game. I knew there was some sort of fixed plot I was to follow, somehow related to the movie the Sorcerer's Apprentice (which I haven't seen but whose title I saw the other day). There was a weird tension to the dream, so for a while I was intentionally just walking around doing nothing, kind of afraid of actually starting the plot. I rode on a bus for a while and just looked around, surprised that the city was so big (ie, that the game had such a vast area to explore).

Eventually, I ended up in a dark, creepy bathroom. The stalls were filled with junk, and in one of them I found a really strange pencil. It was somewhat pink and decorated, and it was apparently a wand of great power. I remember taking it, but nothing after that.



And some fragments:

- I was at home, juggling a soccer ball in the back yard. I accidentally kicked it too hard though and it went over the fence. I was about to go get the ball, but the dream ended.

- I was looking on facebook, and I was surprised to see that an old friend was participating in a competition that I'm entering.

- A strange dream where I was exploring what was supposed to be a college campus, but it really just seemed to be some place in the mountains. I think I had a few moments of lucidity, then the rest of the dream just got blurry and weird.

- I was "in" a game similar to minecraft. In front of me was a long bridge, and at the end of the bridge was a giant red sort of laser beam. My friends told me that it was a portal to hell, and that I should just jump into it. When I did, I died and all my stuff dropped down far below. I respawned and tried to go get my stuff, but down where it had fallen was a whole bunch of lava and only a few stepping stones and water. I managed to get down there but struggled to escape and I think I died a few more times.

- A dream where I ended up back at several old places where I supposedly used to live (they were somewhat similar, but none of them actually exist): one was a tiny place with two beds, with another room down the hall for doing things besides sleeping. There was also a depressing 1-room lodge.

MILD last night, no real lucid dreams but good for dream recall!

#1007:
Date: July 7th, 2011
Length: 4 minutes

The dream began at my old high school. I was a floor above the cafeteria, anxious about meeting someone I've known for a long time but never actually met in person. Finally I decided to go downstairs, realizing that I could recognize him but he probably wouldn't recognize me. There was a big crowd of people, and I think I did see him but kind of avoided him.

I kept going down a nearby corridor, and for some reason the dream was now supposed to be an adaptation of the movie Apocalypse Now (which I've never actually seen, though I've read Heart of Darkness). I was in army uniform, and I had a black guy as my sort of partner. We ended up in a sort of bog-like rice paddy area, knee-deep in muddy water.

There was something disturbing about the water -- it was very dark and almost had a life of it's own. Its depth was unpredictable, so you would occasionally mis-step and find yourself underwater. At some point, someone mentioned that the water contained the 7 deadly sins, or something like that... I think the idea was that every time you went underwater you became more corrupted, or something.

Anyways, things just kept getting creepier. We arrived at a long, dark, tunnel and had to wade through it, half drowning on our way through, pulling each other out when we sunk down into the water. We arrived in a sort of sewer system and finally found an exit. It was a nearly pitch black room, with a a large metallic grate/door. We opened it, but when we tried to close it after going through it seemed to lock itself -- this really scared us, as it seemed like the door had a life of its own, the smaller parts moving of their own volition. I don't recall much after that.



I also had a dream where I was outside, and I talked to my mom for a while. I then realized there was something I had to do, and I was maybe a tiny bit lucid, because I decided to fly to where I wanted to go. For a few moments it had that sort of "feeling" that I usually get when lucid/flying. I took off, and my altitude was pretty erratic, but I really enjoyed the flight and the scenery. There was a lake surrounded by small hills near where I took off which was particularly nice and that I made a conscious effort to remember.

Once I got the place I was supposed to go, I think the dream ended... however it feels "tied" to this next dream (maybe it came right after, or the building I landed near was the academy in that dream)



#1008:
Date: July 7th, 2011
Length: 3 minutes

I'm Captain Jean-Luc Picard, apparently, and I'm inside some sort of academy building, here to give a speech for some sort of commemoration/anniversary. The director of the academy greets me and discusses the speech. He hands me a paper, and I realize that he has completely censored and modified my draft of the speech that I gave him (and, which I somehow remembered my dad had helped me with) -- reducing it from 10 to 2-3 pages and basically changing everything I was going to say. I'm outraged by this, so we argue for a while and I basically establish that I'm going to say what I please.

I go to the podium and unpack some stuff I was carrying in preparation for my speech. A few people arrive in the room and take their seats, but overall the audience is quite small -- the director is very disappointed, because he hoped my presence would attract more people. As I look through my notes, I realize that all I have is the censored version of my speech, nowhere do I have the original draft. I panic, because I don't have any of the speech memorized or even know what it was actually about. I try to stall for time, but eventually we've been waiting around for about 50 minutes and the director is losing patience, so I'm forced to begin.

Extremely uncomfortable and unsure what to say, I kind of just babble for a few moments, then walk towards the director and get into a theatrical confrontation with him about censorship and things like that. The dream gets very strange at this point, as we start fighting (both physically and by talking) but sort of both understand that we're doing it for show and as part of the speech. My surroundings kind of morph as we act out different "scenes," all intended to deliver a certain message to the audience. In the end I think they really appreciated the whole show.




I also had some dream involving my brothers and one of their coworkers, and I think fishing?

Well, last night was certainly interesting. I had one lucid dream, (that dragged on and may have been followed by a second dream with moments of lucidity -- I'm not sure if there was a split or the two were the same dream). I had another dream which was not lucid, but had a strong emotional impact on me, one of the stronger ones I've felt in what dreams I can think of.


#1004:
Date: June 20th, 2011
Length: 8 minutes

I was downstairs in my house. It was dark, very early morning (say, 2 AM or so). I was near the kitchen, and my mom was also there, though I don't recall what she was doing really. After a few moments of idling about, I recognized one of my strong dream signs -- darkness. This caused me to do the ever-reliable nose plugging reality check: as usual, I was able to breathe through my nose even though it was plugged.

It took me a few moments to realize that I could actually breathe and that it meant I must be dreaming, but I became lucid. I had intended the day before to have dream sex, so I won't go into the details, but needless to say it happened: I don't quite remember how I got to the place where I found the person I was looking for, something with a phonecall.

After the sex I did not wake up, but instead went along with another woman to some strange room which slowly morphed into a movie theater. Before entering, she shot out a camera on the ceiling with a gun.

(Lucidity around this point was tenuous, kind of came and went as far as I recall, so I'm switching colors) A bunch of people walked into the room, apparently to see the movie. The woman I was with suddenly turned hostile, and tried to stab me with a bizarre syringe that contained a sort of liquefied or powdered metal alloy. I pushed her away, and left the theater.

Here the dream, and my recall, becomes blurry. I think everything went black, but eventually I found myself outside in a dark, snowy place. I think I was lucid at this point, and I tried to stabilize the dream. Eventually a sort of city formed around me. I remember trying to experience the whole environment, focusing on things like trees and the snow to really make the dream as vivid as possible. Soon people were gathering around me, and my brother was also there. I think a sort of plaza with a statue was created around me, or at least I ended up there. I unfortunately don't recall much more than that, I think I woke up around that point.


#1005:
Date: June 20th, 2011
Length: 6 minutes

I was at a party which was basically a meeting of a lot of old friends of mine. At the beginning of the dream I was sitting on some kind of bench, looking in the distance as most of my old friends were getting food at a barbeque and caught up. I was, for some reason or another, anxious to actually go see them and say hello after a long time of not having seen them.

Finally everyone sort of dispersed, and I went to the barbeque to get a hot dog. There was a girl there, and at first I thought she was someone I vaguely knew as a freshman in high school. Looking fairly neutral at first, she offered me a hot dog, and I took it. After a few moments, though, I sat down and we began an intense conversation. I was apprehensive and unsure of myself, while she seemed fairly upset, at least at first.

She told me that she had only two questions for me. The first was why I had never really reached out to her after we went our separate ways. She was obviously hurt and a little angry about this. Trying to be compassionate but also puzzled by how she was acting, I explained to her that I didn't feel like I ever really knew her that well, and so I didn't feel the need to continue talking when we weren't in the same school anymore. She seemed really surprised by my response, and I suddenly realized that she was not the person I thought she was (I think her appearance in fact changed between the two people as the dream went on).

She was not some vague acquaintance from high school, but a good friend from before that. I felt terrible, apologized and explained that I had confused her for someone else. I then tried to explain, and figure out for myself, why I hadn't tried to get back into contact with her. The conversation continued like this for quite a while, and over time we seemed to rekindle that old friendship and I started feeling true compassion for her, and regretted not having talked with her for this long. On her side, she seemed less angry than before, and more understanding.

Finally, with most bridges mended, she reached her second question: something along the lines of "Would you consider going out with me?" This sort of blew me out of the water. It was unexpected and surprising, especially with how the conversation had started and how we didn't "really" know each other anymore. But I realized we were actually quite similar, she attracted me, and I felt a connection with her. At the same time, this was all really sudden, and feelings aside, did we really know each other anymore?

She sensed my hesitation, but I didn't want her to think I was rejecting her, because I didn't want to. I think I said something along the lines of: "Well, I would definitely not say 'no.'" This was my way of saying that I definitely felt something between us, but was sort of confused at the whole situation and how quickly it all happened. She seemed pretty satisfied with the response, and we continued talking until it was clear we would at least give a shot at some sort of relationship. I took her hand and my mind raced as I thought of what was happening, and how she somehow seemed to be the perfect fit for me. It seemed too good to be true, but I was firmly decided on at least giving it a shot. Despite my few doubts, I felt an overall sense of immense peace and hopefulness.


What it all means I suppose is for me to decide: I think I will remember this dream for a long time though. It is really sort of a plain/mundane dream in content or plot and may seem kind of cheesy on the surface, but I felt so many strong, genuine and varied emotions throughout it. Truly amazing what the dreaming mind can do.

Lots and lots of recall, all from last night / this morning.

Fragments:

- I was in a movie theater, but when I looked up at the schedule of movies, there were instead some lucid dreaming classes being advertised. Should have reality checked >_<

- I was watching Djokovic-Federer at the French Open. John McEnroe was commentating, and he said something like "The timing of Djokovic's push (his win streak) couldn't have come at a better time for Federer," in terms of motivating him to win. He then said he thought Federer would win it all.

- I had a dream I was wearing some sort of body armor.

- I had a dream where I was in a hotel, in a large room I was sharing with a few family members. I went out a sort of window/door into a balcony-alleyway, but after walking around I got lost and couldn't find my way back to my room. The rest of the dream was about my quest to find my room, but I only remember flashes. There was an atmosphere of great tension and mystery about the dream, as if something was really wrong, but I can't quite remember what was going on. I remember being in a long corridor of rooms with numbers, and I had to try to guess which was the right one based on some clues. I also ended up going in a room where there were many computers set up, and participating in a kind of contest there.



#999:
Date: April 2nd, 2011
Length: 4 minutes

I'm in a sort of game where I'm a bad guy being hunted by the inhabitants of an island. I have a couple powers to escape them, like short-range teleportation. They have various vehicles and guns, and I'm basically just running for my life the whole time. The island has two parts -- a village where most people live, and another area which is more remote and has sort of an observatory, partly floating on water, and a dock. It's very early morning.

I get chased through the village, then I'm nearly sandwiched between two small armies, but manage to evade them by teleporting. Progressively I start getting hurt more and more, until it looks like I'm going to be killed. Just at that moment, the sun rises fully and I suddenly gain mechanical wings. I activate them immediately and fly off a cliff, evading the villagers who are extremely angry I got away. I start flying towards the observatory, looking for a good place to hide.

I end up landing in the water, and the dream fades out here. I may have gotten slightly lucid for a few moments.




#1000!!!:
Date: April 2nd, 2011
Length: 4 minutes

I'm in a small plane that my friend is flying, even though he has no training in this. For some reason we're flying to some place that's actually really close by. Anyways, we fly over a highway, and the ride is really shaky -- my friend doesn't really seem to be a good pilot. I keep telling him to be careful and we avoid colliding into a few things, but then we suddenly come up on a tall building and crash into it, unable to pitch up fast enough.

We apparently have several "lives" though, so we end up starting over again. I think we crash again. The third time around, the plane is different, and we're with another friend. The plane now seems very makeshift, composed of a bunch of long pieces of cloth held together by ropes and the like. We're also much higher in the sky. For a while we fly smoothly, but then we start going in circles in the air. My two friends argue for a while about how to fly the plane, then things stabilize for a few moments.

Eventually, the plane starts falling apart for some reason. I find myself stuck on a cloth platform above the main section of the plane, where the other two are. The place I'm at is collapsing, so I need to jump and land below without missing or falling off. I'm quite scared, but I finally do it. I jump down, but I don't make it perfectly and find myself hanging on for dear life. For some reasons my friends are casually taking their time, attending to other things in the plane and letting me hang there for a while before helping me up. I don't recall much after that, I think we arrived above some sort of island. I wrote something here about become lucid also, but I don't recall that?


Ahh, 1000+ dreams. Really happy to have made it to this many, it's really nice to be able to go and look back at all these dreams, I can still remember most of them when I read them. Of course, there are many more to come, hopefully with greater frequency and quality of lucids!

So last night I went to sleep with the intent of waking up after every dream period. It didn't work perfectly, I only woke up after a couple, but in the early morning when I woke up I went back to sleep trying to count myself into a dream ("1... I'm dreaming, 2... I'm dreaming" etc), using a snooze on my alarm to regularly wake myself up.

It didn't work directly in the sense that I didn't ever consciously transition to dreaming, but I had a strange sort of lucid dream. Lucidity fluctuated a lot, but it seems like I re-entered the dream twice, but I don't recall if I actually woke up between re-entries or not, so I'll just mark the places I think they happened. Also a lot of other dreams recalled.

#996:
Date: May 30th, 2011
Length: 8 minutes


I began in some kind of house, where I quickly realized I was dreaming. I ended up walking outside, just stabilizing things for a few moments. I wanted to meet someone in particular, so I yelled out her name, hoping that would summon her. Instead, a sort of plot developed where she had been kidnapped and was being held in a building in front of me. My lucidity here was pretty insignificant, but I went inside the building. It was a sort of inn/bar, and I went upstairs to a room.

Now something to understand is that this dream had odd shifts in perspective to a game of Starcraft. My mind was interpreting the concept of lucidity strangely (second time this has happened lately...), as if Starcraft was the real life I would awaken to after this dream. At times, I had flashes where I was seeing my base in a game of Starcraft being attacked, and afraid that this would wake me up. I was asking my allies to help defend me.

Anyways, the person I was looking for was in the room, but my vision shifted to Starcraft mode and saw that she was "infested." I decided to just leave the room and head back outside, having to fight through some people who wanted to stop me.

Back outside, my mind was a bit clearer and I think I was more conscious of my dreaming state. As I walked, the dream began to fade, however. Everything turned dark, but I tried to concentrate on my sense of touch. <Re-entry here?> Eventually, I was back in the dream. I decided to try to use all my senses to stay anchored in the dream, so I walked into a nearby shop and found a bizarre glass container which had some kind of perfume in it. I smelled it and poured some on myself, and also ate two sort of black sort of "rocks" that were inside it. It tasted pretty disgusting, but I kept chewing on it for quite a while, happy about how real it seemed.

At this point my notes read that I was in a room packing up some stuff into my backpack. I vaguely recall this, but I don't know why I was doing it. Anyways, I think the dream faded here again, and I had another re-entry (maybe). I found myself in a wooden shack near a body of water. I looked at myself in a mirror -- I looked basically like myself, though a few features were somewhat distorted.

After a little more stabilization, I stepped outside. Below me was a pretty steep drop down to the water, and in the distance I saw a few hills and islands. I decided to go check out what was over there, though it didn't look like much. I launched myself into the air and flew down towards the water. As I did so, everything felt so real and crisp for a moment that I was completely exhilarated. I tried to calm myself, fearing that this would wake me up. Unfortunately, my flying slowed to almost a dead halt and I had a weird false awakening: the Starcraft game appeared again, with my base being attacked. I typed something like: "can you believe it! I was having a good lucid dream and just then this woke me up!"

I also wrote something in my notes about a checklist, but I don't remember what it had to do with the dream. It had an entry on it that said "pre-fight bosses."



#997:
Date: May 30th, 2011
Length: 4 minutes

I was in a class that was taught by one of my former History professors. It was the first day of this class. For some reason, there were a bunch of pool tables all around the room. I was eager to meet people, and quickly introduced myself to a few. People were told to assemble around the pool tables for some kind of group work. There was some confusion for a moment as some tables got deserted and others overcrowded.

After a while, something odd happened and we were suddenly in the middle of a zombie invasion. I was strangely calm (felt sort of like a game) and ran towards the class entrance. We weren't really in a building or anything -- the room was just sort of merged with outside. It was night time, and I followed a group of people across a small brook and to a sort of checkpoint. Once we made it there we knew we were safe.

Somehow I ended back in the classroom before the zombie thing happened. This time I walked towards the front of the classroom and then beyond it, to a seashore. There were a couple boats there, and I just enjoyed the view for a few moments, when the zombies came again. This time, however, it definitely felt real, and I was scared. I was with a group of journalists and we sprinted towards the same brook we had crossed before. This time, however, there was a problem and we were unable to cross it. Instead we had to take a long bridge to our left.

One by one people fell behind and died, until it was just me and another guy. We ran as fast as we could. For some reason we were suddenly being chased by two cars, and we ducked out of the way just in time before they lost control and crashed horribly, blocking the zombies from catching up with us. I thought I was safe as we stopped a moment to catch our breaths, but then I realized the guy with me had been bitten and was turning into a zombie. He started approaching me aggressively, and I backed off. Soon he was charging me and trying to bite my face off. I fought him off desperately, but I was weaker than him and terrified. I frantically tried to prevent him from biting me while also somehow mentally accessing a menu, trying to stop this "game" (though nonetheless it felt like my life was at stake), and managed to just in time. I don't remember anything after that.


#998:
Date: May 30th, 2011
Length: 3 minutes

Basically just a dream of playing soccer. I was playing defense at first, then switched to attack, then back to defense, then back to attack. It all made sense at the time. After a few uneventful plays, I suddenly started to play much better, just sort of naturally sensing where my teammates were and making good passes. Then I got the ball on our half of the pitch, and suddenly found myself able to dribble their entire team. I fell just short of scoring a goal, tapping the ball a little too far in front of me and losing control at their last line of defense. Still, I was really happy with how I was playing.

We reached a break in play, and some guy kept complaining about how the online system for this soccer league was broken. I asked him why he was so concerned over this when it wasn't even playoff time. He explained that there was a team called "The 300 Spartans" whose name had caused a glitch in the system, somehow resulting in gif images of the car in Back to the Future to be placed above each team's name. This was apparently a very big deal.


- I also had a dream about being in some kind of underground facility, and meeting a ton of people I haven't seen in a really long time.

#989:
Date: May 18th, 2011
Length: 7 minutes

It's late at night. I'm at my computer, and check some school-related stuff. I see an announcement for a statistics class I'm apparently taking, where they tell us that we were expected to use a certain chemical compound in doing our homework (don't ask me how this is relevant to statistics). I realize that I didn't do this, and the homework is apparently due the next day, so I go outside and rush to a nearby lab.

Once inside, I pull out the necessary chemical from a fridge, and somehow use it to finish my homework (I think I just poured it on the paper?). All is well... for now. Morning comes, and I'm walking around what is supposedly the campus. After a little while, I'm suddenly accosted by a few people, one a police officer, who immediately places me under arrest. I don't resist since I have no idea what I could have done wrong.

I'm taken to a sort of interrogation area (which, strangely, was basically open to outside). I am seated at a table, surrounded by 4 interrogators, and with an attorney to my left. At first I am simply accused of using that chemical last night -- I openly admit to it, saying it was part of my homework. They tell me something really weird like "Just because you were expected to use it, doesn't mean you were authorized to."

Somehow, however, the interrogators quickly change the conversation and accuse me of murdering someone the night before, with some vague relation to the chemical I used. I start to freak out -- I try to explain I have nothing to do with any murder, and that I was just trying to do my homework, but they keep grilling me and trying to pressure me into saying something. My attorney tries wholeheartedly to help me, but he basically is unable to say more than a few sentences.

I get more and more confused, telling them that I was exhausted the night before and don't remember exactly what happened (which is true), but that I'm sure I didn't murder anyone (which is also true -- my recall is a bit fuzzy and I think I may have done something with the person who got murdered, but I definitely didn't kill him). They refuse to believe me, and seem to be ready to put me on trial for murder. I start to completely break down as they continue to pressure me and I feel more and more confused about the entire situation and how little sense it all makes. I end up in tears, fearing for the worst.

They try to get me to reveal as much information about myself as possible. My memory feels more and more blurred, and I start feeling like I'm going insane, but at the same time I realize this might be exactly what they want, and so I try to just hang on. Soon, one of the interrogators (who, it turns out, has the same voice as someone I know irl) poses a devastating question. It was something along the lines of: "Are you enjoying your killing spree?" Not only was he pinning the recent murder on me, but also a string of previous murders -- basically calling me a serial killer. At this point, still crying, I almost lose it completely. I lash out and deny that I'm a murderer, though some doubt is creeping into my own mind.

Finally, they agree to release me for a day so I can talk and be with my family. I arrive some place that looks nothing like my parents' house, or really any place I've seen before. I'm still feeling deeply confused and traumatized at this point. My mom meets me in a sort of dining room, and we talk for a few moments before the rest of the family arrives and we start to eat dinner. As we eat and they try to comfort me, I start to cry again: I do this partly because I am still feeling unstable, like I'm going mad, and unsure of whether or not I am a murderer. A few times I have flashes and feel like I'm back in the interrogation room, fearing what lies in the future. But I'm also crying because of the warmth with which I'm being received -- everyone is here, trying to be supportive and console me. I feel nothing but love and belonging: none of my family seem to have any doubts despite the horrible accusations against me, and I'm incredibly thankful for it.

Eventually, I wake up, in tears. A vivid reminder to appreciate what you have, it seems.

#985:
Date: May 10th, 2011
Length: 6 minutes

I was deep in an archaeological dig, with a team of a couple people. Two of them were Star Trek characters -- Data and Troi. We were underground, and we dug to a place where an elevator was buried. The doors were sealed, but we soon found out that inside was Samara from the Ring (though she looked older and with longer hair). We were trying to help her, but she was clearly malevolent. We kept trying to pry open the elevator doors, but she would telepathically force them shut.

When we finally got them open, Troi and Data in turn tried to communicate with her. As soon as they came into contact with her, however, they were both instantly terrified and brought to tears -- a sort of psychic attack, I guess. They both ran away. I went after Data, who ended up in a kind of library, and I tried to reassure him until he was back to normal.

After that, things got even more crazy down in the dig, though I don't remember in very much detail -- just a lot of screaming and scares, etc. I finally got the hell out of there, but I knew Samara would be hunting me wherever I went. I kept having visions of her coming out of nowhere, screaming and flying at me. I ended up going to a police station, where some reason I was thrown in jail. After a little while I escaped though.

I went back outside, to a nice area with a lot of green grass. Sitting near a tree was Eddie Murphy, and I tried to talk with him for as long as possible, hoping his cheerfulness would somehow counteract any threat of Samara coming back for me. There was a small brook nearby, and I also vaguely recall jumping in it. After that, I don't think I was attacked by Samara again, but I don't remember much from the dream.



#986:
Date: May 10th, 2011
Length: 3 minutes

I was walking with someone I work for as a side-project. We talked for a while, but I suddenly realized he had involved me in some sort of robbery plan with about 8 other people. I don't want to be involved in this at all, so I start trying to talk my way out of it. I'm not sure what happens at this point, but I end up in a building with a bunch of bedrooms.

In the room where I started I met a girl, and we were really attracted to each other. My recall of the dream gets really fuzzy at that point, but I think a bunch of strange and supernatural things started happening. I recall flying with the girl for a while. Near the end of the dream, we had sex. One of the last things I recall is being on a sort of balcony, I think celebrating about some sort of major world event.



#987:
Date: May 10th, 2011
Length: 5 minutes


I was at an outdoor movie theater, where I met two attractive girls. We sat together on a few seats which later morphed into a bench. I felt really comfortable with them, and flirted for a long while. Eventually, the movie was over and the movie screen disappeared. After talking for a while longer, I randomly decided to take a walk.

I got up, and went into a nearby school building. Even though it was almost sundown, there were still kids in a classroom that I walked past. After a few moments I decided to go back outside, passing a classroom labeled 3 in front of which someone I know was sitting and waiting.

Back outside, I sat with the girls again, when a car pulled up nearby. A group of people walked out, and I suddenly realized one of them was carrying a submachine gun. Another one pulled out a large pistol shortly after. Before I could react, a bunch more people around pulled out weapons and told everyone to stop moving. I had my wallet in my hand at the time, and fumbled trying to put it away somewhere it wouldn't be taken.

It turns out these people weren't thieves though, it seems they were trying to start some kind of revolution.

#988:
Date: May 9th, 2011
Length: 4 minutes

I was at some sort of conference at a university inside a big city. After the conference (which I remember nothing of) I was back outside. It was night time and really, really dark with no lighting, so I walked around struggling to find my car. Suddenly, a nearby building burst into flame. Soon, everything around me was burning. A sort of van stopped in front of me, and quickly picked me up. Inside were a bunch of people I didn't know, but I thanked them for saving me. They were all really nice and caring even though they didn't know me.

Apparently, the fire was spreading so much that the entire city was being consumed, so we headed to a long bridge exiting the city. There was a really apocalyptic feeling to all of it, as if we were some of the last survivors of mankind. I borrowed a phone and tried to call my mom -- she didn't answer, and I began to cry, knowing she was dead. The others tried to reassure me. I don't remember much beyond that.


- Had a dream about playing with a new soccer team.

- Also had a dream about discovering a lost pencil case in my backpack.

- I'm just going to write this here: that dream about the fire reminded of about 2 dreams that I hardly remember, but they involved me trying to survive major disasters (nuclear bombings?) in big cities. One of them was at my school.

Merry Christmas / Happy Holidays to all. Dreams do not stop for holidays, however, so here's my recall from last night:

#974:
Date: December 23rd, 2010
Length: 6 minutes

This dream was quite interesting, unfortunately it was pretty long and complex and much of it has faded from memory. Essentially, I think I was on some kind of alien planet, or maybe it was just Earth, but something was deeply wrong. It seemed that some very serious (ie, humanity-threatening) event was going on, though I'm not quite clear what. I think someone (aliens?) had launched a massive operation, perhaps as a kind of experiment. I vaguely remember running from monsters in the early part of the dream. Not only that, however, I felt like no one could be trusted anymore. Most humans around me had been changed in some way, behaving like zombies in the service of whoever was behind this.

I met up with somebody who was still normal, and we tried to get out of this area, a large place which had some resemblances to my college campus. My familiarity with the campus helped me figure out where we were going. At some point, I think the dream surroundings sort of morph, and I feel like I'm part outside in a city and part in a movie theater. I realize I really, really need to take a leak, even though it may be dangerous to wander off to find a bathroom. I split up from the person with me, and we agree to meet up somewhere. I then follow a Restroom sign into some kind of alley.

I turn left at the end of the alley, almost bumping into a bunch of people who seem somewhat suspicious of me. I take a look around, and see a sort of large lot that is filled with a crowd of people (zombies?), I think listening to some kind of concert. Everyone looks sort of rugged and angry, like a mob. Within the crowd, I see someone I used to know in high school, and he notices me. He invites me over, but I quickly walk away, up some kind of hill.

I now find myself in a pretty open area, kind of like a long valley. After more walking, I reach some kind of building. In front and inside of it are people who all look normal. However, just before I enter the building, I start hearing screaming, and realize that some more freakish creatures have been released. People are panicked and confused, unsure exactly what is happening. More and more, I realize that whoever is behind all this is basically toying with humans and experimenting on them. Despite the panic and the danger, I quickly step into the building, go up one floor, and find a bathroom. I quickly take a leak and walk out, figuring that there is nothing I can do to help at this point.

I eventually reach the point where my companion was to meet me. I don't quite recall if he (or was it she?) was there.


There are some other dream fragments -- I'm not positive if they are part of this dream or not, though they did "feel" quite similar. I guess it doesn't really matter, here they are:

- I was in an old trailer. Outside the world seemed devastated, post-nuclear style. Looking around, I saw some strange writing scrawled on the wall to my left. There were a few words written in one style, and then the word BLOOD written in much larger letters in a blank spot between two of the words. A few moments later, a woman entered the trailer. She was apparently my wife.

- I was in some kind of room in a house or mansion, trying to figure out some sort of mystery (a murder?). Everything felt very eerie and tense as I tried to look for clues, though I don't really remember any details.


Could I get a nice, long lucid dream for Christmas, pretty please?

#967:
Date: (Approx.) October 10th, 2010
Length: 5 minutes

It's another zombie apocalypse. I begin the dream in a large, fortified bus with a bunch of people from my family. We drive down a bunch of roads until we finally reach a coastline. We roll down the beach until we reach a sort of military encampment which is apparently one of the few human settlements remaining. There are many white tents, and as we drive into the camp, people are impressed that we've survived on our own for this long.

We don't stay for more than a few moments though, I think because we realize that whoever is running this camp has some kind of sinister motives. In particular, we notice a sort of symbol on the side of buildings and vehicles that looks like "^^^^", and it makes us very suspicious. We end up in a sort of city, and we stop at what used to be a restaurant, looking for food to scavenge. My recall is a bit blurry at this point. I think we find some guns inside the restaurant, and then someone appears at the door. At first we think it's a zombie, and immediately take aim with our rifles. It turns it's a human though, and we all end up sitting at a table and talking.

Big jump here, I somehow end up in a kind of massive factory, and I am being taken to an audience with the factory's owners (I think the guy from the restaurant told me to go here). After taking an elevator, I enter a large, Japanese-style room, and stand in the middle of the large carpet that spans the room. After a few moments, I am surrounded with a bunch of vaguely human-like cats, who are apparently incredibly wise and think I'm some sort of chosen one. I try to talk with them and explain that I'm nothing special, but they speak a language I don't understand.

For a while I'm really confused, as the cats are all saying many things and I have no idea what is really going on. Eventually, I try to just relax, and I think I slowly start to understand what they are saying, despite not knowing their language. They begin some sort of chanting, and I start floating in the air. I just try to roll with it and wait. Unfortunately, I don't remember much of what happened after that.


#968:
Date: (Approx.) October 8th, 2010
Length: 3 minutes

It's night-time, in some sort of suburban neighborhood. Apparently, I'm "in" a sort of horror movie, and I sort of know it, so while everything feels real, I also have some notion that it isn't, if that makes any sense. Anyways, I'm outside with a group of 4 people, one of whom is Mel Gibson. Armed with a few guns, we're on the hunt for some kind of mysterious animal who has been wreaking havoc (maybe killing people?) in the neighborhood.

After walking around for a while, we spot a dark figure, which we assume is the animal. I think it runs away before we can kill it, and I think to myself that it doesn't look that dangerous. We decide to split up. I end up exploring some sort of log cabin with another person, and it's suddenly morning. The guy with me uses his walkie talkie to contact the others, but eerily, there's no response at all. Everything is suddenly very quiet and tense. There is a knock at the door right in front of us. I feel like something horrific is about to happen, so I get behind the door and try to block my vision, as if trying to ignore the movie I'm in. The guy opens the door, and there is nothing there but books on the floor. If I recall correctly, the books belonged to a little girl who had been killed by the animal, and for some reason it was quite scary that they were suddenly here (who brought them there?).


#968:
Date: (Approx.) October 15th, 2010
Length: 2 minutes

I'm walking around on campus, and I see a girl I haven't seen in years. I follow her, and see her go into a sort of deli I have never been to before. After a few moments I decide to go inside, but go in through the wrong door and end up in a kind of bathroom. There's a bucket with some food in there, so for a moment I wonder if this is the actual deli, but eventually conclude that it isn't. I go in through another door and find myself in a kitchen area, where an employee tells me this isn't the right place to get food. I go back outside and in through another door, which is the right one this time. I ended up admiring some of the delicious things for sale.


A fragment from last night: I was in an elevator with some guy, and suddenly it started shaking fairly violently. It barely reached the floor we were going to, and when it did, the doors opened but the elevator started moving again. We scrambled to get out of the elevator, and did, just in time, before it dropped free-fall to the bottom of the shaft.


Finally, a kind of funny and technically lucid dream from the other day. I woke up in the morning, having overslept already, but fell asleep again. When I did though, I ended up in a dream of getting out of bed, only to see my roommate hiding in a corner getting ready to jump out to scare me or something. I knew my roommate wasn't here IRL though, so I yelled out "NO!!', mad at myself for falling asleep again. I woke myself up and get out of bed, for real this time.

Some decent dreams, at last!


#960:
Date: August 20th, 2010
Length: 7 minutes


I'm on (a much larger version of) my college campus, it's late afternoon, and we're in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. A good number of people are still alive, as the infection is in its early stages. I'm with one or two other people, and as night falls, we decide to hole up in a nearby building. We end up in a kind of corridor, where we board up the windows, set up makeshift beds, and go to sleep.

Day comes without a disturbance, and we step out of the building. We have decided to head to the East, because apparently there are less zombies there. As we walk, we see many groups of uninfected people, most of them headed in the same direction we are. It seems that everyone wants to get to some kind of museum, where for some reason they hope they will be safe (I think we wanted to get there, too). After walking for a while, we reach the entrance of a large building -- the museum. A large crowd of people is heading towards it, and others have already arrived at the entrance.

At this point, I'm not sure why, but I ditch the other people I was with and sprint towards the museum. However, once I get there, I realize it's closed (or at least, the people inside refuse to let anyone else in). I look around, and see many people sitting down on benches in front of the museum: they all appear shocked and seem to have lost all hope of survival. Instead of staying here, I decide to try to get out of this place as fast as possible, spying a sort of hybrid highway/city street nearby.

I head towards the highway, and the dream starts mixing "reality" more and more with the world of video games. I have no car, but manage to run fast enough to jump on top of a red car. For a while I just stay on the car, but soon enough things starting getting frantic. My recall here is a bit blurry, but I ended up jumping onto many different vehicles, trying not to get myself killed in the process. At some point, I leap onto the back of a sort of tow truck with a crane. Everything is hectic, and all the cars/trucks on the highway are going very fast. The crane swings wildly, and eventually I jump off the truck onto some weird vehicle, I guess a kind of forklift on the front of which 5 people are standing. My landing causes part of the vehicle to dip forward, making the people fall onto the highway. I feel pretty bad about this, but soon forget about it.

After a few moments, everything starts getting even more crazy and confused. It feels like the highway is now on top of skyscrapers in a city. Two Apache helicopters appear in the distance, and start firing missiles straight at me. I dodge them, and shoot down the helicopters (I think with a rocket launcher?). After a while, I think another helicopter appears, and I take it down as well. A few moments later, a monstrous creature manifests itself on the top of a large building, and I fly up to confront it, armed with... a few toothpicks. The monster is a large, sort of round blob/jelly of a mostly beige color, though parts of it occasionally change tint. Out of its inside spawn several smaller, orangeish blobs, which I kill by throwing toothpicks at them, "popping" them in the process.

I realize that whenever I pop one of the small blobs, a sort of jellied eye appears on top of the giant one, and stabbing it seems to be the only thing that harms the monster. I methodically pop a small blob then hit the eye (it disppears after being hurt, each time), until I realize I only have one toothpick left. Instead of throwing toothpicks, I now have to use my lone toothpick as a knife basically. It works out OK, and I think I end up killing the giant blob.


#961:
Date: August 21st, 2010
Length: 5 minutes

As the dream begins, I'm in the passenger seat of a car my mom is driving, and we're entering some kind of parking lot. We stop at a booth, and inside is a sort of Indian guy. We talk to him for a while, after which we drive further into the parking lot. However, a female voice ends up talking to us, and things get strange.

Apparently, we're trying to park so that we can go to some kind of amusement park (Sea World?). The voice tells us that in order to get a parking spot, we need to go through a special process that involves killing ourselves, only to be immediately "reincarnated" in a clone that has a copy of our memories (except those from our suicide). I'm pretty shocked and afraid to do this, but my mom doesn't understand why I'm reluctant, and seems to be perfectly fine with it.

We end up in some kind of hotel, where I end up in a small projection room, watching a movie with a few other people from my family. At the end, my dad explains that the moral of the movie is about suicide, and that it proves that we should all go through the suicide/reincarnation thing explained earlier. I refuse, but everyone else seems to accept (my brother, my mom and dad, and some others I think).

I end up having to witness their suicides, just standing nearby seeing all this happen. I can't really explain this part very well so bear with me, but they end up in their own kind of "simulated dream" -- they all take on different forms, some looking like kids, others just like different people, and they all have this sort of ghostlike transparency to them. They almost seem to be acting out a scene, both aware and unaware of what they're doing. They walk out to a long sort of balcony on the 3rd or 4th floor of the hotel, and all lean against a barrier, looking down at the view below. Soon, a large wind starts blowing (even though this is indoors), and it is supposed to push them all over the barrier so that they will fall and die.

Just as this is happening and everyone is starting to fall, a truck bursts through a glass window on the ground floor and crashes into a pillar, hitting some of the falling people as well. It is being driven by Leonardo Di Caprio, but for some reason at times it feels like I'm in the truck, though I'm seeing everything from above. I don't remember much after that, except that all the people who fell died, and Di Caprio managed to crawl out of the wreckage of his truck.


I also had some dream involving soccer and a red-headed girl I was attracted to.

#957:
Date: August 4th, 2010
Length: 3 minutes


I'm at a strange sort of Foo Fighters concert, and it seems I'm part of the band and on stage with them. The concert is set in a gigantic room, and the stage is surrounded by a massive pool, above which are many beams and platforms that form a sort of obstacle course. After a while, I end up on on the obstacle course, but fall off from one balance beam, into the pool.

I swim for a while, and the concert seems to end. The audience (there are seats outside the pool) cheers, and for some reason all the band members take off their clothes and jump into the pool. I end up chatting with Dave Grohl, and I feel a bit like I'm left out of the band, even though I'm supposedly a member. He hands me a bunch of books, which somehow remain dry despite the fact that we're still swimming, and I apparently have to return them to the library.


#958:
Date: August 5th, 2010
Length: 2 minutes

Unfortunately I'm having some trouble remembering this dream. Basically, I was back in middle school or high school. I found myself in late August, 2001, but I was aware of my life and events through 2010. Somehow, I had been sent back in the past (and, it seems, made younger too), and I was aware of it, at least partially. I was confused at how I got here, and kept wondering if this was real (but it did not occur to me that I was dreaming).

I was in a sort of courtyard near one of my old schools, and I decided that I should try to convince someone that I really had been sent back in the past, in hopes that they could help me. For some reason, the character of Gretchen from Donnie Darko was around, and I ended up talking to her about it, also wanting to go on a date with her at the same time. I explained my story (or at least, what I could make of it) to her, and told her that I'm aware of some events that will occur and that will prove I'm not making this up. I tell her about the 9/11 attacks that will occur soon, and I might have mentioned the war in Iraq. I don't remember much after that, except feeling confused and maybe "warping" to other places/times.



One last fragment, I had a dream where I was with a bunch of people from my old high school class, and we were in some kind of PE class where we had to bike around a park. I somehow found a way to "air-bike" -- I was just floating/sitting in mid-air, as if on a bike, and pedalling, and I would go forward with great speed. It was quite a fun experience, and for some reason I wouldn't get tired no matter how hard I pedaled.

Ugh, haven't been feeling too well and recall/motivation has been bad... hence the lack of updates. Here's some stuff though.

#956:
Date: August 2nd, 2010
Length: 3 minutes

I begin in a large throne room. It is fairly plain, save for the large throne in its center. Apparently, I am part of the royal family of whatever kingdom I'm in, and heir to the throne which has just been vacated. I'm not quite sure I'm actually becoming king though -- first, it seems that I have to choose one of my siblings for some role (maybe king? my memory is unclear, but it was important -- i'll just refer to it as "the role"). In the dream, I have one older brother, the eldest, and a (supposedly) younger sister and brother.

As the dream starts, I'm speaking with my older brother. He has short hair, and a sort of sadistic/maniacal look, but for some reason I trust him, and at first I decide that he will take up the role. He walks away, and I soon find myself strolling through a large garden outside. Here I meet my sister, who starts discussing the role with me. I think she could fly, and may have helped me fly as well. After a while, she explains that my older brother is more treacherous than he seems, and she has heard he's planning to act against me. I believe this, and start to reconsider my decision to choose him for the role.

After that conversation, I end up walking on some system of catwalks, accompanied by my younger brother. He has dark, longish hair, and a black beard/goatee. He explains to me that my older brother has a plan to assassinate me tonight, and then take power. I thank him for telling me, and start thinking I should choose him for the role. I head back to the throne room, which I find ablaze, a fire having apparently been set by my older brother. He appears nearby, and it seems he knows I've found out his plan. Unfortunately, I don't really remember what happened afterward.



Some fragments:

- A dream where I was asleep in a room, and had a sort of OOBE, going into a room where my parents were and seeing them talking. For some reason, I was afraid they would "see me" somehow, and so I rushed back to my body in my room.

- A dream about being stuck in an elevator with some girl. There was some kind of horror-movie aspects to it. The girl had a laptop.

- A dream about DV member Queen Zukin starting a sort of research project on the Everyman sleep schedule, and PMing various people about it.

#955:
Date: July 25th, 2010
Length: 4 minutes

I'm on my college campus (though it doesn't look anything like it does), and I walk into a building. After going up a few flights of stairs, I step into the office of some guy who's apparently in charge of student government. We are apparently friends, and after having some kind of serious discussion, we step out into a sort of lounge with couches where a bunch of other people gather. Everyone starts talking and fooling around, but I feel like I have no connection with any of them, and decide I shouldn't be here.

I walk out the building, and head towards an unknown destination. Along the way, I cross two gas stations that are really close to each other. At some point, in the distance I see a girl I knew many years back, and we wave to each other, as if we see each other every day or something. Eventually, night starts to fall, and I reach a sort of deserted train station. The walls are all very plain and grey, and there is basically nothing around me. I'm just passing through here, not actually getting on a train. I climb a small flight of stairs towards an exit door. However, at this point I'm carrying two large bags, and I can't seem to squeeze through the little door with both of them. I try and try, but just end up kind of stuck.

Soon, a train arrives right next to me (I don't think there even were any tracks, it's like a train just appeared in a small room that was next to me), and a bunch of people walk out. They're trying to get past me to go down the stairs, but I'm blocking their way. After a long time, I think I finally get through the door and back out into the street.



Besides that, I had a dream where my mom came to see my roommate and I, and thought we looked very depressed and though something was really wrong with us, though nothing was. She said she wanted to take us to a sushi bar.

Also had a dream where I started living in a kind of abandoned (but luxurious) house. Two friends came to visit me, and then there was some kind of music video being filmed involving lots of women.

#953:
Date: July 20th, 2010
Length: 4 minutes

I'm at a friend's house (although it looks nothing like it does in real life), and just sort of sitting around in his room doing nothing. After a while, sitting on his bed, I look out a window to my right, at a sort of small garden. Suddenly, from the bottom of my line of vision to the outside, a creepy, demented-looking clown face rotates into view (eg, like a piece of paper that was flat on a table, then rotated until it was vertical). It freaks me out, but after a short moment, it disappears.

<Unsure about this part...> I think I spend the night there, sleeping on the same bed I was sitting on. I wake up in the morning, and look out the window, concerned that the clown face will appear again. It does, but once again it disappears. I wait a little, and it shows up again. I somehow come to the conclusion that it's just somebody blowing bubbles (...that look like clown faces...?), which is why the faces keep disappearing (popping). I feel relieved that it's not something worse.

At this point, I think I become somewhat lucid (though not extremely aware, either). I talk to my friend, and I think say something about this being a dream. Soon after, a kind of oval-shaped portal appears in one of the walls, and through I can see a beautiful coastline (I'm not sure if I was the one to create the portal or not). After talking a little more with my friend, I feel the dream starting to fade out, and I tell my friend that I need to leave quickly. I step through the portal, and find myself outside, under a beautiful blue sky, near the ocean. I walk down a sort of sand dune, and find myself on a sort of rocky beach. I look down at the water, and in some small, clear pools, I see tadpoles swimming around. Impressed with how vivid everything is, I keep walking and just looking around. I think the dream faded out after that, because I don't remember much else.



#954:
Date: July 21st, 2010
Length: 2 minutes

A pretty blurry, confused dream, can't recall that much from it.

I'm in some kind of building in a small, medieval town. Someone else is with me, I guess a friend. We've apparently just unleashed some kind of dangerous force, which is pursuing us (I can feel it right behind us, in the other room). We sprint out the building, which I think is on fire as we try to get out. Once outside, we realize that we have to leave the town quite soon, or risk getting killed. However, I seem to have one last thing to do, and head towards a small cathedral.

I step inside, and it looks more like a wooden barn than a cathedral. I don't quite recall what I did, but I accidentally summoned some sort of demon (it was described in text, somehow, as a "godless demon" or "nameless demon," or something like that). It seems enraged, and lunges towards me. I quickly run out of the cathedral, and I think it burns down, too. That's about all I remember.