Bjango's Dream Journal

[Bjango]

<div align="center">...........................Welcome to Bjango's Dream Journal</span>...........................</div><div align="center"></div> <div align="center">Hello and welcome to my dream journal. I don't want to be rude, or inhospitable but I ask that this remain a "no replies" thread. Other than that, feel free to poke around. All my lucid dreams will be written in <span style="color:#993300">poo brown... (That is, when I have one.) ...and all dreams are written in italic. Thanks for visiting and... have a nice day.</div> Night of June 18th, 2006 Sea Bunnies I entered a dimly lit, shady fish store where they were selling an animal called "sea bunnies." In my dream, "sea bunnies" were a smaller kind of bunny that lived by large bodies of water. Their fur was very soft and formed small, tight curls all over their entire body. In the dream, I asked the teller excitedly if this animal would be able to live in my 5 gallon tank (which I just happened to have on me), she confirmed that it was possible and I bought a white sea bunny soon after. The next thing I remember is watching Direct TV with my mom. We were watching this "Sea Bunny" competition that I was in. (Seemed like the kind of show you'd see on MTV or something.) The strange thing was that I had my old hairstyle from a year or two back; the one with the pony tail in the back. The TV always seemed to focus on my face while I was making these really stressed, pensive expressions. The announcer was saying something about me but I couldn't really make out what he was saying. I looked really stupid, but I was trying to tell myself that it didn't matter, and that it made no difference what others would think about me when they saw me on TV. At some point in the competition, I raised my arms briefly and my shirt kind of flew up and my bra was noticeably visible for a couple of seconds. I was a little embarrassed, but I convinced myself that it wasn't worth worrying about. At that point in the show, everyone's Sea Bunny raced each other. The announcer was talking in the "horse racing announcer" voice. I think my bunny's name was something stupid like "Rocky". I can't remember whose bunny won, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't mine. Then the episode "preview" we were watching stopped and we didn't get to see the whole thing. I tried to get the episode going again but there were many other programs in front of the one I wanted to see. my mom wanted to see the rest of the episode (she called it the "ice episode"... something like that.) but I couldn't bring it up.

[Bjango]

Night of June 19th, 2006 Fragments of Dreams I woke up in the middle of the night to let the cat out of my room and realized I had just had a dream. Unfortunately, I was very tired and this was all I wrote... A king records his memories. Some sadistic woman, cracking noise. gheege <( ? ...At five in the morning, I'm sure this meant something.) After going back to sleep and waking back up again, all I could remember were fragments of my dream before. They may have been connected, or they may have been completely seperate dreams. No idea. Fragment 1: A country setting. I was following my friend Margie in the sky with a broken umbrella. I kept on going dangerously higher and higher and farther away from her, until I had to give up and land. Fragment 2: There was a fundraising organization in which you would leave your wallets and then come back later to pick them up. They would judge how much money they needed and how much money you could easily give them. (I think my friend Joshua was in this dream working as an assistant, not sure.) When I came to pick it up, they had taken fifty-something dollars out of my wallet. I got really upset about this because I didn't want to give them that much money. In response to this, I approached the man in charge and convinved him that I needed some of the money back to buy a pair of earings or else my dad would kill me. Fragment 3: People pushing eachother into pits or something... weird... Fragment 4: There was some kind of battle machine in this abandonned castle, kind of like a minature tank mixed with a robotic spider. A woman was already attatched to it and was wearing these large tinted band-like glasses that covered her eyes like a censor bar. There was this strange goo all over the floor, and these wires were attatched to her body. I was in a man's body, and the woman had lured me in front of the machine. I was then electrocuted and attatched to the machine with her. After this, we began to shoot at these Alchemist officials in blue outfits. The whole dream fragment played out like a computer game, a little like "Age of the Empires" or something like that...

[Bjango]

Night of June 20th, 2006 More Fragmented Dreams...ugg... I had pretty lousy dream recall this morning. I got up at 7:15 to jot down some dreams, but instead I convinced myself that I hadn't dreamt because I was so tired and I wanted to go back to sleep. When I awoke again four or five hours later, I knew I had had a really long, wonderful dream but I couldn't remember a lot from it. So pathetic. Fragment 1 Roald Dahl's witches were at some random airport. Anjelica Housten was the grand high witch (like in that really bad movie, "The Witches.") She was giving me the creepy look... Fragment 2 KK and I had some kind of flying adventure and she wanted me to bite her leg or something. o_o;; Fragment 3 I splashed bleach on a wall mirror in KK's living room. I wiped the mirror off with a rag but I had ruined it, the mirror started flaking and had permanently fogged up. KK's mom got really upidy and upset about it and told me I had to replace it. Fragment 4 I went to a strange party at the town hall. The whole time I really needed to go pee (I had to in real life also) and found a couple of bathrooms, but there was always something wrong with them (i.e. ...people making out in there, or somebody peeking at me through the window o_O;; ) After a while, I gave up on going pee and went outside in the back of the town hall. There was some kind of informal adult dinner going on out there. I found my mom at the "pets table." She was sitting with these laughing middle aged ladies with poorly dyed hair. The ladies had these small, minature cats on their plates sleeping in puddles of catnip. Fragment 5 I was in one of the Kirby games for gameboy color flying around with somebody or something, I don't remember. The colors were amazing. Lots of light purples and sunset pinks. I ended up accidentally pulling an arm off a giant Kirby plushie and eventually giving it to the person/thing I was flying with. Personal Side Note: ...I realize I've been having a lot of flying dreams lately. It's kind of strange since I don't usually have flying dreams. Also, they're not really the awesome flying dreams where you have the sensation of flying, you're just.... flying.

[Bjango]

Night of June 21, 2006 Pathetic... so pathetic... I think my dream recall is getting worse! I set my alarm to ring in 90 minutes, but when I woke up, I couldn't remember anything about my dreams and decided that the alarm had somehow interfered with my dreaming. I went back to sleep soon after, and woke up at nine in the morning. I couldn't remember jack shit. After about five minutes of sulking in bed, I pieced together bits and pieces of dreams that came back to me and scribbled them down in my dream journal. I still can't help feeling frustrated about all of this. I feel like I'm making no improvement whatsoever... maybe I just need more time. Fragment 1 I was going to go camping with Zohar on "Texas Hill Rd." We had this whole elaborate plan set out and I was supposed to bring the mineral water. We were thinking about inviting (the young) Miranda to come along with us, I'm not sure if she did come along in the end. Later on, my mom showed up and I followed her down the road. I had to climb this ladder, but it was really hard to climb and involved me doing wierd twisties and somersaults to get to the top. Fragment 2 I'm pretty sure this was a longer dream but I have no strong recollection of it. There was a little boy with black hair, and a girl with black hair and a bowl cut who liked eachother. I was the little boy. There was a book in the dream somewhere, and... psh... at some point there was some kind of shooting and I hid behind a sofa. Fragment 3 Salim's "daughter" was really pissed off at him and messed up his restaraunt by putting up all these strange pictures and posters all over the place. Fragment 4 I was supposed to be doing this dance for a group of people. It was a really easy dance that I would have been able to do in real life, but I was physically unable to do it in my dream. Personal Side Note: ...Didn't realize I dreamt so much about my friends until now...

[Bjango]

Night of June 22nd, 2006 Nothing... Nothing. I couldn't remember anything from last night. My frustration has been replaced with utter despair. Right now I'm trying to figure out why my dream recall has been so poor recently, and what I can do to change this. Here's what I've decided. Alarm Clock: I never/barely remember anything after my alarm clock sounds. No more alarm clocks. Bedroom Fan: Started using this a few days ago since it's been so damn hot in my room. Maybe the noise is interfering with my sleep. Bedtime: Going to bed earlier and getting more sleep is probably a good idea. No more staying up till three in the moring! **edit - 7:33pm** Randomly found this strange mp3 in the "Attaining Lucidity" forum and downloaded it. I just finnished listening to it, actually, and kinda busted up laughing. Kinda cheesy and embarassing, but laying aside my negative criticisms, I guess I'll give it a try tonight anyway and see what happens. Who knows? Maybe it'll help me LD. XD

[Bjango]

Night of June 23rd, 2006 ::blazing trumpets:: Success! To make a long story short, I remembered three dreams this morning! Woo! They were all pretty vivid for the most part. Dream 1: No Right I was back at high school enrolled in some kind of "sex-ed class." It wasn't my real high school, it was this beautiful one in Auburn I had been to to take my UC writing placement exam a couple months ago. My "sex-ed" class was very small, about ten people in all. For our last two classes, the teachers had planned this activity for us. We came to school in the evening when no one was around and all ten of us were herded into a darkened room. To my surprise, I discovered my friend Natalie was also in my class. After we had all situated ourselves, the teachers put on this educational video about what we were supposed to do at our next meeting. The video showed these girls dressed up in the lower half of a leatard with black capes. They had all paired up with these guys and were having sex with eachother all over the place and carrying out really mundane conversations. After the tape ended, we all left the room and went outside. Natalie and I ended up getting lost at the school. The whole time we were trying to find our way out, I was complaining to her about how the school had no right to make us do this and how I was sure that this was somehow illegal. Natalie was pretty much sullen the whole time and didn't speak. After we found the front of the school, there was a time skip and I was back again at the school. It was a little later than it had been the first time we were there and the sky was a little darker. This time there were around twenty students. They were all standing around outside talking aimlessly and waiting for the teachers to arrive. I couldn't see Natalie anywhere but I knew she was there somewhere in the group. Waiting around, I caught a glimpse of a guy I had barely known from highschool in real life. Sean was an attractive fellow who had been in my art class. He dated one of my friends for a short time too. I wasn't really attracted to him in real life, in fact there was a time where I disliked him intensely. Anyway, returning to the dream... He was the only one I seemed to know so I approached him. He was lying on this cement bench/slab looking profoundly sentimental. I sat next to him and tried to strike up some polite chit-chat. He interrupted me by asking if I had a partner for class. He meant it as a proposition and I knew it. I was flattered, but a little uncomfortable. Nonetheless, I accepted. After a while of just sitting there, he leaned over and kissed me. I was surprised and a little embarassed, especially after seeing a couple people watch us and whisper togeather. The dream suddenly flashed to me walking around the campus and impatiently talking to someone walking beside me. (I'm guessing it was Natalie again.) I remember being irritated and talked about how inappropriate it was that he had kissed me and how people would assume that there was "something more" between us. After this, there was a long break in the dream. I came back to the front of the school and realized people had probably already assembled in seperate classrooms by now. For some reason, I knew exactly what room to go to. I walked into the semi-dark classroom, seeing about six to eight people partnered up in there. The room didn't resemble a classroom at all. There were no desks or school equiptment and the room was significantly smaller that any classroom I had ever been in. There were also a couple pillows and what not scattered about. All the couples were on either side of the room making out or doing a little more than making out. I saw Sean across the room looking at me with that sad gaze I had seen earlier and I felt uneasy. He saw me as soon as I had entered. I began to walk slowly towards him. With each step I took, I felt more and more strongly about how horrible it was that the teachers were making us do this. Before I reached him, I stopped where I was and told him I just couldn't do this. I told him that all this was wrong and unfair. After hearing this, Sean got up in a huff and walked quickly past me, avoiding eyecontact. I was surprised and a little disgusted at his immaturity. But at the same time, I couldn't help feeling a little guilty. Dream 2: Plastic Diamonds I found myself in Ross watching a large group of giggling obnoxious girls attack the "jeans section" of the store. They were freaking out about these plastic diamonds on some of the pairs of jeans and talking about how wonderful and amazing it was. (I guess they thought they were real diamonds, haha.) After watching this, I got togeather a group of my own girls to collect all the plastic diamonds we could find in order to sell them for large sums of money to the stupid girls. There was this hispanic girl spy in my team who went incognito and joined the stupid girls to pick up on some useful info. The creepy part was that after I woke up I realized she was the girl from an advertisment I constantly see online for "classmates.com". ...the girl with the ridiculous hairstyle. (Picture below). Dream 3: Chase/Battle against an Old Lady and her Stupid Dog This dream took place at a huge, old, southern style house. Living here, was a tall, old lady and her stupid little vicious dog which resembled a dirty mop. There was also a horse stable in the back. The whole dream seemed to play off like a bad action movie. I was Indiana Jones' sidekick who helped him do ridiculous things. We also had others on our team. We had a scrawny, saturnine old man, and the actor who played Augustus Caesar in "I Claudius." We were up against the old lady and her dog and were supposedly "fighting" eachother. I don't remember any actual "fighting" going on, but there was a lot of chasing and cheesy suspense mixed in. I can't remember the dream so well. There was some kind of big-rig involved somehow. And I remember giving Indiana Jones a new whip everytime he lost his own. The last whip I remember giving him was this pathetic, skinny one made of suede leather. He gave me this strange look like "you're joking, right?" And then ran off somewhere. There'd be times where I had to run through the indoor patio and ended up being chased by the dirty mop dog. At the end of the dream, I ran out onto the back lawn and the old lady began talking to me about randomness. She had the decapitated heads of everyone except for me and the saturnine man, who was fishing out bodies from her pool. She was talking about how she wanted to play the game again and how we'd all start over.

[Bjango]

I've been gone for the past twelve days or so and during that time it was very hard for me to record my dreams. Since I've been constantly in the company of my friends, I feel like it would have been rude of me to make them wait an hour for me each day to record my dreams. However, here's what I've managed to record over the past week... Night of June 25th, 2006 Jackie Chan and the Mandarin Shop I had to get up early in the morning to go to work so I wasn't able to completely record this dream, so I just jotted down a bit of what happened. I was hired to work in this small convenience store by Jackie Chan. (Haha) It wasn't much of a convenience store though, since the only thing we were really selling were mandarins. During the dream, Jackie Chan had demanded that I see this nature movie and played it on this TV suspended from the ceiling. The movie was entirely about ants and continually showed different ant colonies fighting eachother. After the movie ended, I was trying to tell him how ridiculously stupid it was but he laughed and wouldn't listen to me. Night of June 28th, 2006 Serial Murderer For the entire dream, I was stuck in the body of a serial killer. I was constantly moving around from place to place killing people who upset me. A chubby, Italian detective was tracking me down and eventually found out who I was, but didn't want to bring me to justice because he felt sorry for me. At one point in the dream, I walked into this house where these creepy ladies were sitting around a giant table. I was holding my mom's pink knit sweater and had gotten into a long, drawn out discussion with them about something. Eventually, I began crying because the the sweater had belonged to my mother. (She was dead in the dream.) In the dream, whenever someone made me feel emotionally unstable, I would kill them in strange ways like throwing them off a tall buildings and such. Night of June 29th, 2006 Yoshitaka Amano World Frangment 1 I was having a piano concert in a large concert hall. I didn't really know what I was doing or what I was supposed to play. In fact, I didn' t even know how to play the piano. I was surprisingly calm and relaxed given the situation, and began to improvise with the person playing next to me. I ended up playing this neat jazzy song with my partner and had a great time playing it. In the end though, the audience didn't like it because it wasn't classical music. Fragment 2 The whole dream took place in a kinda Yoshitaka Amano-esque world. (Japanese artist). Everything around me was alluring and very beautiful. I was a woman who lived in the slums with my Dad in his real house. The atmosphere surrounding the house was always dark and gloomy. Soon after the dream began, I learned that I was betrothed to the king of our country. The king was a quiet man with long, fine, black hair and wore a long cape and japanese battle helmet. The scene changed and I was standing with him in his palace and he was talking to me about something really important and profound. He continued talking and a picture of a map came into my mind. We were on the map represented by little red human shaped dots. The map was of Africa, Europe and Asia. The picture shifted and focused on Asia, and the King began telling me that the people of our nation were decendents of the Mongolians. As he said this, the picture became a map of Mongolia. After he told me all this, I returned home. My dad was never there most of the time, especially at night. In the dream, he was ashamed of me and would continuously go to bars to drink away his deppression. The dream progressed a little, and the king became very angry with me because I had done something wrong. It was nighttime, and he had sent out his guards to look for me and bring me back to the palace. When at the palace, I would be beaten as a punishment. The guards soon found me and began to pursue me. For some reason, I treated this all like a game and and didn't really take any of them seriously. I began playing around with them and jumping over houses and buildings. They soon discovered they could jump high also, and began to chase me all over the city. In order to fully escape them, I ended up disguising myself as a guard and marched into the lookout post which was, coincidentally, right next to my house. I walked in on a long discussion the guards and the king were having about me and stood in on it nonchalantly. Sometimes I would offer a little to the conversation, but most of the time I would just stand there looking smug because they hadn't yet figured out it was me. After a while, I reported to the main guard and told him my shift was over and he gave me permission to leave. Before I left though, I told him who I really was and ran away feeling very giddy. I quickly sprinted into my house hoping they wouldn't guess I was there and turned off all the lights and locked all the doors. My dad wasn't home and it seemed that he had messed the whole house up in a fit of anger. I spent the rest of the night in the house hiding. In the morning, a chauffeur came to pick me up for school along with many other kids. I got in and after a couple minutes I realized something and asked: "You're taking me to the king instead, aren't you..." "yup." He replied. At that moment, I realized the game had ended, and that there was no use in putting up a fight anymore. These were the best examples of Yoshitaka Amano's art I could find that seemed to apply somewhat to my dream architecturally and color/mood wise... Night of July 5th, 2006 Most Recent Fragments Fragment 1 Something to do with raising a tamagotchi or something... I can't remember. Fragment 2 I was going back in time to stop my friends from commiting suicide. One of my friends, Laura, had attempted suicide once in my dream and had succeeded the second time. the first attempt had something to do with ice. I don't remember if I saved her in the end or not, but I remember a lot of sadness and crying pertaining to that. The second person I tried to rescue was trying to hang himself from a gnarled tree with a ragged animal carcass. I was grabbing at his legs, continuously yelling at him to stop and going on about how it was so cruel to use an animal to hang yourself with... weird. Fragment 3 I was exploring a strange, cold world as Haruhi Suzumiya. My presence on Earth was upsetting the balance of nature and crazy shit would happen wherever I went. At some point in the dream, I approached some people standing around on the roof of a large building and unintentionally made them throw up this strange green goop. Fragment 4 My brothers were over at my house. We were all sitting on the living room sofa playing this gameboy game togeather. Somehow, the game was supposed to be teaching me how to play D & D or something. We were all wearing these nintendo sleeping bag coats that all matched, but the coats were all different colors. I rememeber one of us wearing a yellow one. The game was a lot like the old mario game. In the game, we were all mario-like characters who ran around on the screen trying to kill eachother. Somehow, I was able to create these large, brick pits that I could hide in. James announced this was creepy as Edward nodded thoughtfully in agreement.

[Bjango]

Night of July 6th, 2006 No Title. Fragment 1 Something to do with a post apocolyptic world... I don't remember. Fragment 2 The dream was about a little boy and girl who grow up togeather in the country. Throughout her childhood, the girl is obsessed with creating a way for people to project an interactive image of themselves to a certain place without physically being there. (I guess this is basically astral projection, but w/e.) She spends most of her days studying different colored rocks and powders and burries them in certain places around her yard. Eventually they both grow up, and the dream continues with them in their late teens. At this point in time, the girl had managed to invent what she had been researching before and became very famous afterwards because of it. The boy had prepared to leave their hometown to study abroad. Before he leaves, they had lunch at a small circular table in the backyard of the girl's house. For the whole lunch, she gasses on and on about mundane things and tells him a story about how a marching band had projected themselves to her house and started playing at two in the morning. The boy was saddened to leave his childhood friend, and the girl was sad about it also, but buffered her feelings by acting loud and obnoxious.

[Bjango]

Night of July 7th, 2006 Pot Powder Miranda's parents were getting ready to leave for some kind of camping or skiing trip. They had the van completely packed up with various things strapped to the bike rack on top. They were on Concord trail standing around the van having a serious conversation when I walked in. What I soon found out was that Miranda's parents had caught her with bag of pot. The thing was, It didn't look anything like pot. The plastic bag contained an orange powder that smelled exactly like nutmeg. To my surprise, neither Miranda nor her parents seemed to be fighting or upset. Miranda's Mom took hold of the bag and walked over to me laughing in a sort of subdued manner. She then gave me the bag to keep, knowing full well that I don't smoke pot. (or sniff it in this case? o_o;; ) I guess thats what Miranda's Mom and Dad found so ironically funny. They left in the van soon after that and I was left standing in the road with a pretty large bag of pot. I spent the next few moments debating whether or not to try it. After a while, I decided to walk over to Natalie's house across the street from where I was and show it to her. When I arrived, Natalie was in the middle of doing something and was frantically walking from room to room. She didn't pay me much attention. Her Mom struck up a conversation with me and somehow realized that I had the bag. She became very animated and obnoxious and dragged me into the kitchen to wash the powder down the sink. I pretended like I agreed with her decision, but for some reason I remember feeling this deep despair as I watched it flow down the drain. When we had dumped all the contents, we discovered that there had been scores of baby pot plants mixed in with the powder. For some reason, Natalie's mom felt guilty about killing the plants and gave me one of them. Cupping my hands, she told me to nurture it and make it grow. In response to this, I suddenly felt this wave of excitement pass over me. I thought to myself, "I'm going to grow a garden of these." ... ...strange... o_o;;

[Bjango]

Night of July 8th, 2006 Poop on a Stick I have no dreams to report today due to my incredible laziness. This morning, I just couldn't push myself to get up and record my dreams. They were pretty boring as far as I can remember, but still, I should have recorded them. Now I've completely forgotten what they were about. So lame...

[Bjango]

Night of July 9th, 2006 Bzzt-- No Data... Horrible dream recall this morning. All I can remember is the voice of some young woman chattering in my ear. Ugg... Better luck next time.

[Bjango]

Night of July 10th, 2006 Family Escaping Nazis I woke up this morning and didn’t remember a thing. Luckily, something triggered me to remember this and one thing eventually led to another. Part 1 In the dream, I was in the body of a young man with sloppy black hair. I was living with a cute little boy and girl and a woman. They were actually my own kids but for some reason they weren't supposed to know that. I was posing as their big brother, and the woman was their mom and was actually my wife/girlfriend but I had to pretend I was her son. So fucking weird. While we were living in the house I'm living in in real life, we discovered that nazi officials had driven up into our driveway and were supposed to take us away or something. I’m not exactly sure what they were going to do to us, but we all knew we were in danger. The woman and I were in a state of panic and I rushed everyone into the extra bedroom. We put the kids under the bed, and I took a seat in a nearby chair, squirming around nervously. The woman stood near the bed, also looking restless. I then realized that my brother, James, was wandering around in the kitchen. My mind wandered, and I realized we didn’t have any weapons with us. I frantically started searching the room for anything that might serve as a weapon. In the end, I settled for these really short sharpened pencils, which I gave out to everyone. I stood at the door for a while and waited. After a few moments, I heard footsteps and muffled voices. I could make out James’ the most and made out what he was saying. He was telling the nazis that it was better if they didn't come in because two of his friends were studying and they shouldn’t be disturbed. There was more mumbling from behind the door and then the nazis came in. As they opened the door, I immediately began to pretend to argue with the woman about astronomy and the distance from the Sun to Earth. My objective was to sound studious, but I didn’t think I was doing a very good job. After a while, the nazis closed the door and more mumbling was heard. Eventually, they again opened the door and came in to apologize for disturbing us. The nazi who was talking to us had a really bizarre face. It was kind of reddish and wide with pockmarks on the sides. He didn't look anything like a nazi. He was wearing a black suit and tie and constantly smiled at us. He was talking about how we weren't who we really were and how I couldn't have faked that whole studious scene and manage to make it so believable. Before they left, both the nazis told us that if we found the family they were looking for, (which was us) we should get in contact with their nazi organization or whatever. The moment they left, I turned to the woman and exclaimed, "We have to move!" She responded hysterically yelling, "Now? We can't move now!" I began to tell her that they would be back and that we couldn’t keep avoiding them forever. "Well your father did!" She answered defiantly. After this, I can't fully remember what happened. We eventually moved to another house (my real dad's house.) I slept in my actual room and the little girl slept under my bed because there was not enough room in the house. We went shopping once, and after we came home I asked the kids what they thought about their father. They responded by saying that they thought he had broken their family apart and how much they were screwed up because of him. After hearing this, I became even more reluctant to tell them I was actually their real dad. Part 2 The second part of this dream was pretty boring. It had something to do with the woman’s younger days when she was a teenager. The woman was popular at school and hung out with this girl named Rosie (who I knew vaguely in high school.) After a while, she realized how cruel Rosie was to everyone and got really upset about it. After that she spent a great deal of time folding hundreds of t-shirts and putting them in drawers. So boring… and I had to sit through it. Personal Side Note: I almost always end up in a guy’s body. Ridiculous. Meh, I guess it must be a dream sign.

[Bjango]

Night of July 11th, 2006 I didn't really record this one after having it because I had to get up in a rush. Here's a brief summary though... I kept on waking up at random intervals before getting up to get ready to be picked up by my ride. In my dreams, I was paranoid that I was going to oversleep and piss off the person coming to pick me up. In my dream, I would wake up and start babbling about how I was going to be late to friends who happened to randomly be in my room. Night of July 12th, 2006 Fragment 1 I was working at a local video store and I had rushed to get there and start working. When I arrived though, Mike, the store manager, wasn’t there and the store looked so unfamiliar. In an instant, people started flooding in and demanding to rent out videos. I had no idea what to do since I have no experience with the store’s computer and cash register. As I looked around, I noticed some of the people were leaving with videos they hadn’t paid to rent out. This put me into a hysterical, panicky state because I knew I was responsible for all these videos. Everyone in the store was confused as to why I was freaking out in the first place. They seemed to think it was normal to take videos out without paying. At this point, I was so overcome with frustration that I simply walked out of the store. When I came out, I looked around and realized I had been in a library instead of the video store and that the library was located in the Galleria. Everyone around me was dressed up formally and all the women were wearing these swishy ball gowns. I was in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and felt very out of place. Everyone was glaring at me because I was dressed inappropriately. Looking around, I noticed my mom sitting on some stairs a little ways off and approached her. I told her I was leaving and walked out of the Galleria feeling sheepish and embarrassed. Fragment 2 Someone had told me that Kristin had gotten hit by a car, but when I met her later, she looked perfectly fine. For some reason, I assumed that the reason she wasn’t hurt was because she had jumped right before the car had smacked into her, and this had saved her from any injury. Fragment 3 I was going to an anime convention with A. (Friend who shall not be named.) and some other buddies. On our way there, we got stranded in a desert (sandless) and ended up taking refuge in this giant aluminum building. Inside, we soon discovered that they were having some kind of anime exhibit there. They had a couple TVs in the area playing a never before seen Miyazaki movie. Along with this, they were showing various clips from Princess Mononoke. There was also a part of the building which was a walkthrough gallery displaying various prints signed by famous Japanese artists. At the back of the room, there was a little merchandise area with a cashier's stand. After a while, I lost interest in the whole thing and walked out of the building with A.. We weren’t in a desert anymore. Instead, we were in this medieval park area with a large Monet-like pond in the center. I was running around excitedly and A. followed close behind me with an obvious lack of enthusiasm. I was telling her that we could do anything we wanted to here, and asked her to watch what I was about to do carefully. I then bent my knees and jumped. I soared up for a while, watching everything grow smaller and smaller, then progressively bigger and bigger. After landing, I gingerly stepped up onto the surface of the pond. I was so amazed that I wasn't sinking and began to dance around on the top of the water (Jesus style). A. copied me with a stoic expression on her face. Seemingly not surprised about everything that was happening to us. She stopped and eyed me saying that we couldn’t do anything we wanted to. I asked her what she was talking about. Almost immediately after I had said this, she leaned over and kissed me. I stood there for a while in shock, but after it wore off, I became intensely angry with her. Soon after that, she walked off. I furiously yelled something back at her, but she ignored it and continued to walk. There was a time skip after this, and I was back at home sitting out on my dad’s back patio. I kept wondering how I was going to record all this strangeness in my dream journal. (...and even then I didn’t realize I was dreaming!) :sweat1:

[Bjango]

Night of July 14th, 2006 Night of my Great Aunt's Funeral The entire dream was set in the late 80s. I was back at my old middle school and everyone there including me were all in our late teens or early twenties. My group of friends included a nervous, blond, goth girl and this crazy psychopath with shoulder length, stringy, blond hair. The goth girl was supposed to be the psychopath's girlfriend, but she was terrified of him. Throughout the dream, the psychopath became crazier and crazier, until eventually he set a bomb somewhere in or around the school. The goth girl and I had discovered this and decided to betray him and call security and evacuate people. The security guards soon found the psychopath and cornered him efficiently. Even when cornered, he didn't surrender, and the security guards were forced to pull out their guns and shoot him to bits. His bloody, twisted body stopped moving and all of us frantically began to talk about the location of the bomb. While our heads were turned, the psychopath began grinning and slowly pulled out this remote control from somewhere. We all suddenly realized what was going on, but at that point it was too late. He pushed one of the buttons and the far side of the school simultaneously exploded, launching scores of screaming people into the air. The psychopath had somehow survived the gunshots and swiftly got up and run away. Everyone was scared shitless and no one went after him except one security guard. He chased the psychopath into the library, and there the psychopath caught ahold of the man and began sucking out this strange blue light from the man's mouth. The security guard then flopped over wide eyed and dead, and the psychopath walked away with the man's identity. A lot of time went by after that, and the psychopath still pretended like we were his friends and would eat lunch with us. No one directly stopped him because they were too frightened of him, even us. He continued to set bombs around the school, and we continued to look for and disarm them. Night of July 15th, 2006 Alien Teachers I spent the night at a friend's house and we stayed up for hours talking about how middle school used to be. Afterwards I had this dream... I was in another girl's body who looked similar to me. I had transfered into this boarding school and was quickly befriended by this snobby girl who walked with me to all of our classes. She would always insist that we get there very early. After a short time of staying at the school, I discovered that all of the teachers were aliens disguised as humans. They were kind hearted, and I learned that this was the only place in which they could get away with being an alien and teaching. On my first day of school, the snobby girl and I had to take a test in science class. The snobby girl was supposed to be one of the smartest kids in the class, and even though I wasn't that great, the science teacher thought I was a brilliant, science genius. The last class we attended was an outdoor concert where one of the alien teachers was performing with a rock band. I ended up leaving my stuff with the snobby girl and going thirty of forty feet back behind the crowd and climbing up onto some monkey bars in a playground so I could see better. The alien teachers were a little ways away, watching me and talking amongst themselves about how smart I was. The day after that, I was eating lunch with the snobby girl and her group and she began picking on me in front of everyone. The teachers kept whispering about how horrible this was.

[Bjango]

I've been pretty discouraged lately, so my dream recording has been getting sloppy. I've also been travelling a lot so it's taken its toll on my dream recall. I recorded the nights of the 18th, and 22nd, but I'll just copy down the 22nd because the 18th is too boring and I don't have the patience right now. ^^;; Night of July 22nd, 2006 w/e I was back in art class and our teacher had assigned us all to do a representative painting of a poem or short story. By the time everyone was starting on their painting, I was still looking over the (nonexistant) bookshelves in the art room looking for a poem with a cat in it. The reason I wanted one with a cat in it was because I had found an abandonned painting by a previous student of a cat sitting on a bookshelf with a black wash in the background. My plan was to use the painting and incorporate my own work into it. After searching for a while, my teacher came up to me and gave me a kid's book which he strongly recommended. He also mentioned that there was a cat in it somewhere. After receiving it, I sat down and began to read. Immedietely, I entered into the book and became the main character. The whole thing played out like a movie (complete with a classical musical score which started playing in the background.) The dream became a little blurry after that. All I remember was that there was some sort of lawsuit against me, and I had been wrongfully accused of burning down someone's house. I was trying to escape... or something. Anyway... skipping to what I remember, I eventually ended up at this hotel resort. I began to wander around and spontaneously saw one of those giant dragons you get inside and jump around in. I watched these kids playing around in there for a couple minutes, thinking how I was going to incorporate this into my painting. A little ways off there was a water ride that encircled (and went inside) the hotel complex. I suddenly had this urge to go on the ride, so I got into this little canal next to a water slide where the ride started and waited for the resort staff to take me on it. I waited there for quite a while until this grumpy middle-aged woman came and set me up on the ride. It was strange, because for the whole ride, some invisible force was propelling me in the water while I was in a sitting position. Anyway, the ride began, and we entered the hotel and went up the stairs in the main lobby (somehow) into the dining area. While we were wooshing and weaving through all these tables of people eating, I noticed my mom talking to Nicolas at one of the tables. When we got to her table, I tapped her on the shoulder and waved as I went by.

[Bjango]

Night of July 24th, 2006 Le Fragments Fragment 1 I had started dating my ex-boyfriend's older brother just to spite him. One night, I was waiting at their house. I was in his bedroom watching this horror flick waiting for the older brother to come home. In the movie, I was with the older brother. Despite it being a horror movie, we both kept pledging our undying love for eachother. I gave him a jade beaded bracelet and he gave me another bracelet in return. After the movie ended, I watched that samurai short in the animatrix. Soon after this, I woke up. Fragment 2 Too traumatic to record. I want to forget it. I really want to forget it. Therefore I won't record it.

[Bjango]

Ugh... such boring dreams... must... persevere... and record them all... Night of July 25th, 2006 Another damn highschool dream :sweat2: I was back in highschool going to this class in one of the computer labs. My teacher approached me before class and started talking about how I changed my look since last time he saw me. I didn't understand what he meant until I looked down and noticed I was wearing a knee high brown skirt. (I very rarely wore skirts at high school.) I wondered how he knew so much about me. I began to study his face and slowly his features came into focus. It was Mr. Larson, my previous chemistry teacher. He had me sit next to this weird guy who kept chatting me up and trying to impress me. There was a whole lot more of the dream I just can't remember it for the life of me.

[Bjango]

July 30th, 2006 Updates I haven't been getting much sleep recently, and when I do sleep, I can't remember any of the dreams I've had when I wake up. Need more sleep. o_o;; Sleep will make it better.

[Bjango]

Hm, finally got some rest... but I had a really boring dream. I had to really force myself to write it down. I kept thinking to myself, "what's the point? So stupid..." Anyway, since I pretty much haven't written in here for a while, I'm gonna go ahead and write it down here too. ::huff:: Night of July 31st, 2006 Psh My mom and dad (divorced) took me to this zoo area for the afternoon. My dad had wandered off somewhere, and me and my mom went outside to see the "bird section" It was very hot and dry outside, and the birds were all in these small cages stacked ontop of each other. They weren't tropical birds or anything, they were simple birds, but they had beautiful coloring. I really liked them. I ended up playing with the one in the top cage with a long piece of dried grass. Eventually, the bird ended up catching it with its beak and eating it. My mom and I were very entertained by this. Soon after, my mom spontaneously announced that she had some errands to do and ran off. My dad then took my mom's place to be with me. I walked inside the building into the "fish section" upset that my mom had disappeared like that and also because I didn't want to be with my dad. When we got to the aquariums, he began to do his obnoxious little mannerisms, which only made me more irritable. As I was looking around all the fish, I spotted these two goldfish at the bottom in a tank that looked exactly like the one I had. I became very worried about the goldfish, thinking that they were going to die, and I began tampering with the oxygen releaser thing. I got too worried though that I was doing something wrong so I let it be and sat down. As I looked at the goildfish, this question suddenly popped up into my mind. I wondered if fish breathed underwater or if they had to come up to the surface for air (so stupid, haha.) When I told my dad this, he made me right it down on a card and pin it up on the bulletin board for questions outside. After doing this, I went back inside to look at the fish, and my dad stayed outside. I don't know how much time passed while I was looking at the fish, but my dad suddenly ran back in and looked at me excitedly saying that the staff were answering my question outside and tried to hurry me outside. At this point, I didn't care whether or not my question was answered, I just wanted my dad to back off and leave me alone. I ducked outside quickly to see that the staff had set up this giant white pavilion a far ways back. Inside was a large group of people with a stage set up in the front. I could hear them talking about fish, but figured that it didn't matter, and I couldn't get there in time anyway. I began to get impatient that my mom hadn't come back, because I wanted to leave at that moment. In the end though, I was too mad at her to wait, and left with my dad.

[Bjango]

August 13, 2006 Not Really a Dream Recording Session... It's been too long... I've been recording my dreams in a notebook, but haven't really gotten my act togeather enough to rewrite, edit and record them here. Once I have all my shit in order, I'll start recording here once more. Good.

[Bjango]

Night of August 19th, 2006 I'm Back! Woo! It's been a while, but I have not given up my quest for LDing! I was recently adopted by Billybob_001 and have started my WILD training under his guidance. I have a lot of confidence that this is going to work out, so we'll see how this goes. Anyway, here's last night's dreams... Fragment 1 It was nighttime and I was sitting around with some other people in what seemed like a parking lot. I was sitting next to this girl who was telling to me about this guy who had been stalking her around. While she was talking, this blond, excited fifteen year old boy approaches me and starts chatting with us. I don't remember what he was saying, but after he left, I leaned over to the girl and asked: "Was that him?" She replied with a frazzled, "yup." Fragment 2 Part One: My favorite cat was acting really strange and agressive and had attacked me. Soon after, I began to question if my cat might have rabies. In the dream, I remember having read this article about rabies in a magazine and that I had ripped it out, folded it into quarters, and put it beside my computer. In the article, it discussed how you could recognize rabies by the red scabs that appeared all over the body. (wtf&#33 After remembering this, I took my mom aside and we began inspecting the cat togeather. Almost instantly, we discovered three or so red sores near the cat's spine and I automatically jumped to the conclusion that the cat had rabies. I began comparing it to this weird anime that happened to be playing on the TV at that moment starring these three older women. One of the women had three scabs on her body and I yelled: "See? See? She has rabies too!" Ofcourse, in the dream, this all made sense and wasn't quite this stupid. :sweat2: Part Two: I was sitting at my computer looking busy, when my step-dad walks in. (In real life, he doesn't live with us anymore.) He stares down at the folded article by my computer and picks it up. Since the paper was folded, only the back of the article was visible. On the back, there were pictures of these scantily clad models advertising for Gucci or something, I can't remember. My step-dad continued to stare at it and says to me "This looks like garbage, should I throw this away?" He was looking at it intently though, like he didn't really want to throw it away. I respond quickly by saying that it was the first page of the rabies article. After hearing that, he let out a flat "oh" and walked out of the room. Dream Highlights Since I haven't written anything here for a while, I think I'll record two summaries of dreams I've had in the past 2 weeks. They're not especially interesting, but they kind of stood out for me, I guess. I was too lazy to date them though. Oh well. Dream Highlight 1 My dad (not real dad in dream) had killed my mom (not my real mom in the dream) and he had done it in a way that he was going to get away with it. I had two or three siblings (I think they were younger than me) and we were all trying to be really kind and peppy towards him so he wouldn't kill us too. Meanwhile, behind the scenes, I was looking for evidence to incriminate my dad and send him to jail. I woke up before the dream ended, which really pissed me off because it was such an exciting, suspenseful dream. The slightly ironic, weird part about it was that my dad looked like the creepy yobo in this advertisement. (Yet again I dream about people in random yahoo adds, haha. ) Maybe I'll record the other one later. Recording all this has eaten up enough of my time as it is. o_o;;