Point: Blank (diego Draw's Dream Diary)

[DiegoDraw]

Introduction Post: I'm not necessarily an avid lucid dreamer, and not even an avid dream recaller, and I must say, until now, I really haven't kept track of most of my dreams. Those that I have were simply ones that struck me as particularly interesting or particularly useful dreams. From now on, however, I'm hoping to get better and better both at lucid dreams and (hopefully far better) at dream recall, for usage in my stories. Here I'll keep all of the dreams that I can remember, as well as the ones that I have previously stored in my impromptu dream journal that I had kept before I found this site. Thief in the Jungle and an Old Friend I start in a jungle-like area near a small shack. I somehow manage to understand that this shack is where I've been living for a little while. So, I'm sitting down, and I get up and walk over to my right. I notice this large, gaping cavern with lava (I think--It could have just as easily been some random fictional liquid, because I didn't label it as lava in my dream, but I did know what it was). I'm probably about 100 feet from the old shack now and there are bushes that I'm behind. I see, coming from the cabin a guy who's probably high school-aged, and wearing my school's letter jacket. I just get the feeling that I need to follow him. So, I start after him, at first attempting to be stealthy so he doesn't notice me, but he continues to gain speed. Now, he is not running or moving any more, he just starts gliding a bit and going faster. It was quite odd. Anyway, so I start running, and he keeps gliding fast. Eventually, it ends up so I'm chasing after him at full speed and he's still walking like normal. When I start going faster, the world starts blurring and I feel like I'm going through a skyway like you would see connecting buildings in a city. At the end of the peculiar tunnel, I lost track of him. When I come out, I am next to a building that I don't know. The area is set up with many picnic tables with a few scattered people sitting down. I see the man (I can't remember his face, but I didn't know him in the dream, and I don't think it's a real-life person that I know) and he has an item that I want. I don't quite remember what it was that I wanted so badly, but he knew that I wanted it (perhaps he had stolen something from me, which is why I chased him). Other men surrounded him as he showed off my item to them. I went up to him and grabbed it harshly from his hands. He let's me have it, but he starts laughing at me for taking it. Even with the ridicule, I walk away proudly with my special item. Next thing I know, there's a sharp pain in my back and I start falling. I wake up with a jolt (this happens to me sometimes when I fall randomly and then I wake up and my body spasms a bit and I get a rush of adrenaline). So I get up tired to go to the bathroom. Thing is, I'm not awake. The bathroom is usually right next to my room, which is in the basement of my house, but this time, I felt I needed to go downstairs. So, I went down, and my mother was on the stairs. She handed me a grocery bag and requested that I hold it for her for a while. I agreed. So, I keep walking down the stairs and I am now in the street of a city at about dusk. There are no cars or anything, though, and I still see the stairs and everything. In front of me is a couch. These may sound like separate dreams until now, but then I see the guy that I saw in my previous dream. He ran at me and dove, but he went INTO me and disappeared. His friends saw that and they ran away. Now there was a couch in the middle of the street with someone sitting down on it. I knew who it was before I sat down and looked. It was an ex-girlfriend of mine who I've become good friends with, but now I believe that we are both having romantic feelings for each other once again. I greet her and sit down (I'm still holding the grocery bag, by the way). Then, nothing really happens. I just sit there with her on the couch, staring at the broadside of a building until I wake up. But it wasn't just like sit down BOOM wake up. I actually sat there for (what seemed like) a reasonable amount of time not saying anything at all to her and staring at a building. Oddly enough, I didn't doubt my choice to sit there meaninglessly either. It was normal. Will Ferrel? I almost laughed when I was remembering this. It doesn't make any sense at all. I was watching an old SNL (Saturday Night Live) episode right before I went to bed, so I guess...I have no idea. The dream starts with a weird thing. It is kind of like the SNL (Saturday Night Live) parody of Jeopardy. It has the fake Alex Trebek, but it's set up VERY oddly. The people (only one of them I realized was Will Ferrel, a famous actor who used to do hilarious skits on Saturday Night Live) were all (including Alex Trebek) in small squares that were lined up and they expanded when someone needed to talk or ring a buzzer or something. There were spaces between the squares, and behind the squares was this dim area, but it wasn't completely dark. It had a small pedestal and such. So, Alex Trebek started going pretty crazy, and that's where the crowd would start laughing. I remember feeling anxious waiting for Will Ferrel's joke because I apparently remembered this skit and knew it was going to be hilarious (even though I was in it, myself). The squares eventually went away and it was no longer Jeopardy anymore, but Will Ferrel was there still, wearing a pretty funny costume (don't remember his getup anymore--I think he had sunglasses). Okay, there's somewhat of a hole here that I don't quite remember, but somehow there was a pile of blankets that got thrown because it was in the way. I sat and watched Will Ferrel do some crazy things for a while, but it was nothing yet. I picked up the blankets and placed them in a pile on the pedestal thingy. I then decided to light the pile on fire. I started cracking up after lighting the blankets on fire. I don't really know why, but it seemed hilarious. Will Ferrel had gone by now and I just sat watching the blankets burning until I woke up. Actually, come to think of it, I believe I was circling the blanket pile as well, and Will Ferrel MIGHT have been there. I don't remember it as vividly as I could've...Hm. The Corridor Dream begins with me in a place similar to my school, but it's entirely empty, and the halls are leading to different places. I walk forward from the commons into a hall that just has some stairs going up and then some leading down. I choose to go up the stairs, and find myself in a bedroom that is unfamiliar to me. Coming from the north side, there is a bed and some other dressers and cabinets on the west wall, a television on a stretched desk that extends all the way across the wall on the east wall and on the south wall there is a tiny corridor that I could barely fit through. I know that I have to go meet my friends at one of my friend's house that's beyond the corridor, so I squeeze myself through. There is a closet with some towels in it right at the beginning of the corridor and it's very short. There is also at the end a little angle inwards. I manage to barely squeeze through and I'm outside my friend's house...Oddly enough, I've never seen this friend's house, so it must've been just made up. It's quite large (not surprising, he does have a lot of money and I live in a rich area of Minnesota), and a sort of old-fashioned almost-Victorian styled house. I walk up through the porch to the door. Somewhere in here I skipped a bit of time and I'm somehow back where I was at the beginning. My elder brother, who goes to the high school runs by me (we're both in track) and tells me to follow him up the stairs. So again I go up and he goes through the corridor easily. I try to fit through, but this time, I can't. I get frustrated with myself and somewhat worried, so I just sit down on the bed, and somehow I knew that I could wait there and someone would come out and help me out to get where I needed to go (I think I thought it was my friend again). So I sat down and turned on the TV. Here I had a false awakening. I woke up (in my dream) and I saw my cat and my door was closed, so he was meowing at me. I thought about getting up and going to open the door so he could get out of my room, but I was too lazy. He started violently hissing at me. (which is very odd because I've never ever heard my cat hiss. Ever.) Then I really woke up. Mattress Dreams I'm on the top floor of a department store with my mother and my younger sister. For some reason, we are in a mattress section. I am looking at a few new mattresses, knowing that I probably don't need any mattresses. My mother and sister go a different way than me, and I decide to lie down in an isle because I feel very tired. Here, the dream gets very vivid. I am sure that I feel the floor beneath me. But fortunately, it is not hard--it is very comfortable and squishy like a perfect mattress, even though I am on the floor. I look up and there are shelves of mattresses on either side of me--my feet are hanging out the end of the isle. I look up and I see some odd-looking lights. The light fixtures are in the shape of squares and are spaced about 1 square foot apart. They are all different colors, but mostly green, blue, and red. There is a person looking at me over the top of the shelves (the shelves were tall, so it doesn't really make sense that a person would be looking over, but hey, it's a dream). At first, I remember thinking that it was my mother looking at me, but then I started feeling a bit uncomfortable with someone looking at me when I'm falling asleep. Here's where it gets AWESOME! I realized that it was a dream! I wasn't quite lucid, because I couldn't control it quite yet, but then I thought to myself "Hey...Why would my mom be there--that wouldn't make sense." I picked myself up, and it wasn't my mother. It was some random person with a large group of friends, and they're shopping for mattresses. So, I turn away and go left where there is a sheet section. Suddenly, I feel parched. I go to the drinking fountain that spontaneously grew out of the wall (I think that was partial control on my part), but then I realized that drinking in a dream would not quench my thirst, because I need to drink in real life for that to happen. I catch up with my mother in the dream and she asks me if I want new sheets. She points out some red sheets with the Burger King person from the Burger King commercials (the king thing). I said I didn't want them, and that I would rather have a new mattress. She says she doesn't want to buy one of them, because they're too expensive. I am disappointed, but I'm okay with it. I believe that this is where my dream left off. I woke up. The Sandwich...Probably The dream as I remember it starts out with me sitting with a few friends. All of them I know. We're sitting in the middle of the entrance to my High School where we usually meet after school (all the people who I meet there were there), and we were sitting on a picnic table perpendicular and right next to the doors. I don't get that part at all. The picnic table there doesn't make any sense, but whatever. So, we're all eating something. I believe I'm eating a sandwich. I turn to my friend to talk to him and I say something (can't remember what, unfortunately), and I look back over and my other friend disappears. She is now outside and walking to her parents' car. I catch her eye and wave goodbye. The Explosive Classroom Before I state this dream, I’ll mention the fact that at this point I had just gotten a new cell phone which has FM Radio capabilities, so I decided, “Hey, why not,” and put in the earbud headphones so I could listen to music while I was going to sleep, something that I do NOT usually do. I was listening to an “alternative” radio station, which plays basically any kind of music they want. Usually it’s somewhere along the lines of modern rock, but they do everything from polka music to chorus singing to indie rap to bluegrass, and everything you can think of (depending on the DJ). So here goes the dream: I am hanging out with a large group of friends (about fifteen to twenty or so, I think). I don’t really know any of these people specifically, but in the dream I recognize them as friends of mine. We have a large amount of explosives and plan to use them to set off a large explosion in a basement somewhere just for fun (I guess I can be a pyromaniac at times; I’ve always had fun with fireworks anyways, but then who hasn’t?). Apparently the room is completely safe to explode stuff in, but for some reason we know that there’s some sort of class being held in this basement. I don’t know what kind of class it is, but it’s there. So, basically I remember being picked up in one of the friend’s SUVs, and we load up some of the explosives in like canvas or vinyl carrier things, and put them in the back of the truck. I don’t really remember the ride to the place, but once we got there, we basically entered the mouth of this cave that was out in the middle of no where, basically, and went down a long ramp that was entirely rock, but it seemed very man-made (I.E. it was all cleaned up and stuff; no exposed rubble or anything). Once we got to the bottom there was a room which had metal walls and a door on one side. The room was pretty small. It was only about ten square feet in size, and had a large metal door on the opposite wall from the doorway (which had no door) that we were standing in front of. Coming from the ramp, the doorway to the room was on the wall to the right (after the ramp had leveled out into a hallway), and as far as I know the hallway just stopped at a dead end. But on the left wall was another metal door. I remember that there was nothing in the room except for a dumpster. I wasn’t carrying any of the explosives down the ramp, so I went to check it out with a few of my friends. For some reason, I think that at this point I was feeling a little uncomfortable with what we were doing. Like, I wanted to see it happen and stuff, but I wasn’t sure if it was safe, and I kind of felt relatively unattached from my friends, because I wasn’t sure if I trusted them and felt as if they were sort of leading me into doing this. The room was completely empty except for a small metal dumpster on the right wall (coming from the doorway we had entered). I went over and checked it out. I’m pretty sure that it was me who mentioned this, but I’m not sure, and for some reason I explicitly remember this part, when I (or somebody) walked over to the dumpster and inspected it and said something along the lines of, “This thing won’t be around for long. It’ll probably be caught up in the explosion.” Those words aren’t exact, but I don’t know if there were any exact words, but it was supposed to be some sort of joke, and for some reason I remember that specifically. So, we walked away from there for a while. For some reason, the fireworks didn’t get loaded into the room yet because we were waiting for something, and I have a feeling that we went through the metal door on the left (presumably to check out what else was down there), but I don’t specifically remember walking through the door. So basically we come back and (the dumpster is removed) there are a bunch of desks set up in the area (I think the room may have grown by this time; it still felt small for a classroom, but there were about five desks on either side of the classroom), and a very austere teacher walking in between the two rows of desks. We start worrying, I think. The big group is no longer here, but I think I remember the van that had all the fireworks pulling away from the front of the cave entrance. There are only three or four of us now, including myself. So, for some reason I think we went up and talked to the teacher. The kids sat still. They might have been doing work or something--the specifics I don’t remember explicitly. The teacher was wondering what we were doing. We told her that we had the room reserved for doing some pyrotechnics (I don’t know if I was aware of this before or not), and she responded saying that we had it reserved a while ago, but now it was her turn, because she had it reserved right after us. After this things get hazy, but I think we loaded up the fireworks (I don’t know where they were, but as far as I remember, they were at the dead-end of the hallway that came from the ramp), and put them in the room, with no objection from the students or the teacher. We basically laced the room with tons of dynamite and big explosives and what not and from here, like I said, it gets pretty hazy. We stand back and somehow all of the pyrotechnics were lit, and the room explodes (it basically exploded in a straight line from the doorway, and we stood off to the side, and the flames and explosions flew right past us at the metal door on the left). We all laughed and stuff, and I remember seeing the dumpster before completely ruined, and I remember picking up a few of the shards and stuff, and remember that they were warm or whatever (not hot, just warm), and I remember the dumpster being completely maimed and broken in (I don’t remember if it was still in the room, but I think it was, even though the class had been in there). I’m not sure whether or not the teacher and kids were in the room at the time of the explosion, but my best guess is that my dream had completely forgotten about them as they were just some sort of menial plot twist or something, but I think I remember some shards of wood remaining from the explosion. After that I woke up, not nervous or anything. ~D-Draw

[DiegoDraw]

At Home I'm sitting upstairs in my house and talking about a recent show that my band played with friends and family. One of my friends is kind of joking around a little bit, and for some reason suggests that I might be doing drugs (it's either because I was playing far better than I usually do at the show and/or because I think I was slurring my speech a little bit in the dream) or something. *shrug* My sister had just baked some brownies and a cake, for no apparent reason, and I remember looking down and I had both cats in my lap, so I asked her to bring the food over to me so I wouldn't have to pick them up, so she did. Riddles in School In the dream, there is a game around my school where people are supposed to find clues inside the "source code" of some posters that are strewn around the school...Not sure why the posters have source codes, but apparently everything in my dream could be converted and looked at in HTML...Anyways, the prize for the winner of the thing was they got to be quarterback for the high school football team (something I wouldn't even want to do if I had the option). I start the competition because I think it'd be fun, and I'm finding some good clues and writing them down on notes. For some reason I don't actually have any classes, either. I'm in the bathroom and my friend asks me how I'm doing on the puzzle, and I tell him I'm doing pretty well, and casually mention that I don't even want the prize, I just want to show that I can do it, and that I'm not even going to be the quarterback when I win. After a day (probably) of looking around for clues and stuff (I think I was pretty far ahead of the rest of the people that were doing it), I get home, but it's not my house (I recognize it as my house in my dream, but it's not anything like my house in real life). My mom is in the kitchen cooking steak stew and I'm out on the back porch. I walk in and talk to her, and she tells me about these church activities that she's doing and says that I should be more involved with the church, but I tell her I don't want to be (I'm not Christian, either, but she wants me to volunteer and stuff, so sometimes she has me do stuff for them). For some reason, the steak stew has humongous chunks of steak (like...the steak chunks are as big as the plates, and kind of tough), but nobody seems to notice it as any different than regular stew in the dream. To School At my school in the dream, there is apparently a section (the school in my dream is not my school in real life) where you can take poetry classes, and for some reason, I specifically identify the area for learning "Slam Poetry" (it's a poetic movement; I just watched a video about it in my Creative Writing class, so that's probably why it snuck into my dream). After class my teacher takes me into some kind of back room. I don't remember anythign that she says to me, but the room was very industrial-looking, and I think it had some sort of pottery wheels or something, and also there was a window that looked into another classroom or possibly the commons (cafeteria). Not quite sure where it looked, but I know there were some people on the other side of the window. Then my dream skips to me being driven to school with my brother (my brother is off to college now, but he used to go to the same high school last year, and he's been home from college for a month or so), who is telling me about my poetry teacher (apparently he knows her a little bit from some other class or friends' classes or something along those lines). Somehow I know this rumor about some student teacher in a poetry teacher's class, and the poetry teacher was really, really harsh (it's not the poetry teacher that I had), and the student teacher (or it might've been just some assistant or something) got freaked out and hid in a closet. My brother is making an allusion to that rumor somehow and I don't remember the exact context, but he said something like, "At least your teacher's not hiding in a closet." I think the reason he said that might have been because my class was a bit rough on the teacher or something because of excessive talking or misbehavior. ~D-Draw