Thread: The Mind Of Cold Blooded

Very true, and I have you to thank for that.

Damn those cops, chasing me from dream to dream. Anyways, on to the night before lasts dreams.

Dream #90 - Don't be hating
Thursday, April 26th, 2007

Not very long. I was in Jacks room with his friend Dylon and my buddy Nick, and we're all playing guitar. We're all sitting on his bed, watching Dylon. I lean over and say, "Hey, you should show Nick your sweeping," he nods and takes off. Unfortunately, he does it a lot like the kid who plays guitar at my school, which is completely and incoherently wrong. His fingers move in random, ugly arcs and he looks like he's strumming for dear life with the pick. It's terrible, terribly wrong, and it sounds like shit. I look at Nick, who looks at me and then Dylon, and says, "That was kinda sloppy."

We all turn to Nick and say, "Actually was pretty damn good."

NOTE: Jacks friend can actually sweep very well - I personally haven't met him but heard a recording of him over the phone the other day. It must've had an effect.

Dream #91 - The Attack of the Three Inch Black Wasp
Thursday, April 26th, 2007

This one was pretty intense, but starts off hazy. I'm in my current home, but our home is in a different location where it's isolated and everything in the house has been rearranged. I walk out from my room and out to the living room, where my little sister is sitting on the couch. I say something to her, she says something back, and I past the front entrance to the screendoor. There is this massive black wasp, about three inches long, angrily ramming and clawing at the screen. I then notice there's a hole that it will most likely get through and, freaked out, I run back to my room.

I suddenly have a blanket in my hands and run into under the door frame and cover myself completely. Suddenly I realize, what am I doing? This is no way to act. so I ditch the blanket and run back to the kitchen, where I see the gigantic wasp zipping back and forth in midair.

I run at it, undeterred, and smack it with something hard (forget what), and it falls on the ground. Then I grab it with my hands and rip off the hind part of the body. I pick it up and look at it, and the insides look like those of a chicken nugget. The body is twitching and I bathe in the triumph of killing the massive wasp.

"Hey, you should show Nick your sweeping,"[/b]

Funnny....when you mentioned "sweeping" to me earlier, I was picturing an activity involving a broom, not a guitar.

Dream #91 - The Attack of the Three Inch Black Wasp[/b]

That reminds me of my wasp dream a little while back.

Wow...except you kill yours with your bare hands.

Last nights batch of dreams were a bit surprising, considering I went to bed around 2 in the morning. Yep, surprising because I had a really vivid lucid, with my first 'stopping a fading dream' act! I had a bunch of dreams the night before, on April 29th, 2007, but they were all about me missing my bus and aren't very fun to think about.

I don't have time to write anything but the lucid, so here it is.

Dream #92 - Floating, Spinning, Floating Some More (LUCID #5)
Monday, April 30th, 2007

This dream started off non-lucidly, and I was sitting in the very back of my schoolbus, talking with B. Hayden about her being mad at someone. Then I'm suddenly laying down in a bed in a very dull, empty beige room. I get out of bed and realize I am dreaming. I walk out of the room, confused and oblivious to where I was, or what I was going to do. Hmm, I thought, and continued down this very dull beige hallway, it was like a big underground basement. I could feel the dream beginning to fade, and my contact with the outside world was getting clearer. No! I thought, and shot my hands out in front of my face and began to spin, over and over again. When I stopped, I was looking down the same hallway but the surroundings were quite clear.

Wanting to do something cool, but with nothing else in mind, I looked down at my feet and decided I wanted to fly. I picked my right foot up and raised it as high as I could, and then I raised my left without putting the other one back down and was floating in a crouched position. I then looked down the hallway and floated off.

The sad thing is, I know I did a lot more but I can't remember it. I guess that's what I get for going to bed so late.

CoLd BlooDed---that's awesome! You got your LD before the end of the month even if you didn't do the task.

I think that is interesting how you to into a floating position.

Yeah, that is a bit frustrating that you can't remember what else you did. Maybe you did do the task and just don't remember it.

Anyway---you're doing great!! :bravo:

CoLd BlooDed---that's awesome! You got your LD before the end of the month even if you didn't do the task.[/b]

I know! I hope you're proud, I managed to get an April Lucid Dream at the last second.

I think that is interesting how you to into a floating position.

Yeah, that is a bit frustrating that you can't remember what else you did. Maybe you did do the task and just don't remember it[/b]

It was pretty cool how I got into the floating position... makes me think I was being held up by string or something, like a puppet.

That's what I thought this morning, a lot happened after that one little bit but I was so tired when I woke up it disappeared immediately. My recall isn't to blame because the night before I had three vivid dreams (but all about missing my bus).

Thanks for your inspiration... here's to hoping for another one really soon.

Oh, and remember that coffeehouse performance I had a while ago? Here's a couple pictures I put on my computer, there'll be more in a bit.





See if you can spot me.

Cool pictures. It looks like you had a pretty good group there listening.

See if you can spot me.[/b]

Well, you must be the one in back with all the facial hair.... Just kidding.

Actually in those pictures you look like someone I used to know. It would be interesting to see the other pictures.


And back to your dream....I forgot to mention how neat that was that you were able to keep the dream from fading and that you were able to use your hands and spin and make it clear again. That's a great skill to have. I personally have never tried spinning. I need to remember to try it sometime. Again, good job. Oh, and yes, I'm proud.

Congrats on the lucid. does that coffee shop have open mic?

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It looks like you had a pretty good group there listening.[/b]

It was huge, filled the entire coffeeshop with close friends and random people.

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does that coffee shop have open mic?

It was a school organized event, so I doubt it.

I had some dreams last night, but they weren&#39;t very exciting.

They involved me driving a car up and down hills in the night with my sister. There was also a part where I had a severe case of food poisoning and everything was just spraying out of me in front of D. Akres. Another bit was me in a hotel room, walking into this massive empty room where D. Harder is with a bong and they somehow light the room on fire.

I know this software change really sucks. But I suppose we'll get used to it.

But I wanted to mention---

To send PMs:

User CP, options, then click on receive PMs.

Otherwise you won't get any.



Edit: It looks like asher just enabled it for all users. So I think you don't have to do anything now.

Thanks Twoshadows.

Now I had quite a few dreams last night, but after hearing all these things about long posts not making it through I'm not gonna risk angering myself.

Notes (aii!): -at work, large pallets being lifted
- climbing up this amazingly steep hill, end up rock climbing with the girls from Americas Next Top Model

I realized that the board is still undergoing a lot of change, just like any board when it is transitioned. The staff are working as hard as they can to fix everything and I think we should give them that time instead of complaining.

Couple of bits from last night. On another note, I'm beginning to like this change... it's a lot smoother when updating because you get to see what your post is going to look like without having to wait for mistakes.

Dream #93 - Smoking in the Park
Thursday, May 10th, 2007

This dream started off with me in this park, which reminded me a lot of a Roman courtyard mostly because of the architecture surrounding us. The ground was covered with grey stone bricks, and there were stone brick walls and columns that led to nowhere. Me, Jack, and the Hardcores were all standing in a circle, talking, doing random stuff. One of them, I think Corbyn, had a balloon on a really skinny stick. They all had weapons and we were battling back and forth with them, joking around. I even think that I smoked weed with them in the dream but that detail is sketchy.

The next thing I know is I'm sitting on top of this stone column beside that little circle of friends, with my legs dangling over the ledge. Then suddenly everything below me is filled with green, pond-like water, and then a fishing pole appears in my hands with the string calmly bobbing in the water.

There's a big grey area in between where I don't remember anything, but the next thing I know I'm at my manager Jags house on the computer, in his basement suite. I'm just hanging out and look over to the door when Suki and Kenny come in. They immediately walk over to me, look me over with curious eyes, and ask, "What's that smell? Is that you? Did you smoke pot?"

I feel like I'm caught, but I just say no, and keep saying no until they leave. I turn and Jag tells me I have to work on the light outside of his door, because it's broken. I walk over with someone else I recognize and we pull out this crazy little device that contains a small LED light with bend prongs, two wires, and a little electronic grid. Somehow this all fixes the burnt out light bulb outside. :p

I touch the wires to the LED light, which I attach to the grid, and then the light starts to flash orange and red and yellow. I repeat this several times and voila! The light is fixed.

There's a part in the dream where I'm driving, and I'm thinking about being called 'CoLd BlooDed', but I forgot it. The last thing I remember is going into this house, and then into the basement which is decorated like a grandma's home. Then I woke up.

Good to see you had some time to update.

There's a part in the dream where I'm driving, and I'm thinking about being called 'CoLd BlooDed'

Aw...too bad that didn't make you lucid.

Of course, I've had quite a few dreams about a guy named 'CoLd BlooDed' which haven't caused me to go lucid.....

One of these days I'm going to have to say to myself, "CoLd BlooDed is an odd name for someone"--BLAM--Lucid!

One of these days I'm going to have to say to myself, "CoLd BlooDed is an odd name for someone"--BLAM--Lucid!

The day when I become a dream sign is upon us.

Alright, had a couple of dreams last night, but they've become really vague since I woke up. The biggest one I remember is...

Dream #94 - "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
Sunday, May 13th, 2007

The part of this dream I remember is me and Doug are sitting in a classroom that looks exactly like my English class. I'm sitting on a stool where Nash currently sits, and Doug is on the other side of the class playing the guitar. He is singing the song me and him both wrote, but people begin to talk to each other. Pretty soon the sound escalates to where you can't hear the song and I just stare straight forward and yell, "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" and then laugh, to make it seem like I'm not completely serious.

Everyone else laughs too, and then they quiet down and listen to the rest of the song.

The segment after (or before) this also involves me and Doug and some sort of beach house.

I've decided to share a sonnet that I had to write for English class, but I'd like to see if any of you can decipher the meaning of it. This is my first time ever writing a sonnet. Warning, it's pretty symbolic.

Beneath the Floor

Time to take a look, past the web and dust,
This life is all dimensions—forgotten
Lies take on the form of ghosts, without trust;
But there is the Thinker, thinking rotten
Thoughts that linger back and forth, finding faith.
Digging deeper, searching for the headless;
It worms its way through time, through frozen space,
Around stars, suns, slaves, hiding from success.
Finally found, the answer lies in cracks,
Inside a mirror of a mirror, glass
And body impeding a hand of black;
Tempting, touching, but the truth has no mass.
The Thinker thinking upon a glass floor,
Not the while knowing his mind and more.

Well, had my first long dream in the last little while that I actually remembered, but it was so wrong that I don't know if I want to post it. Or at least post a section of it. So here's the descriptive notes I'll put down.

- walking with two other people, one of them's K. Ness, but we're walking underneath sharp, small yellow staglatites that take up the entire roof; tools of torture hang in their clutches (saws, hatchets, axes, knives...)
- at max's house on this massive hill, looking down the mountainside at dusk
- get in a massive fight with Andrew, then apologize
- inside a classroom, feeling awkward with Andrew; girl leaves classroom and K. Ness yells something that gets him trouble

I've decided to share a sonnet that I had to write for English class, but I'd like to see if any of you can decipher the meaning of it. This is my first time ever writing a sonnet. Warning, it's pretty symbolic.

I'm not very good at this kind of thing. I'll wait for you or someone else to decipher. But it does sound really interesting. You're way better than I am at poetry/lyrics/sonnets, etc.

The best thing is that poetry is open to personal interpretation, I just want to see what peoples responses are... which is why I think I'm going to post this in the Artist's Corner.

No good dreams last night, got to bed later than I wanted because it was so hot out (almost 28 C yesterday - 82.4 F for you yanks ), and spent a good amount of time tossing and turning.

So, Twoshadows, what was your own analysis of the poem? Remember, there is no right or wrong answer.

Just wanted to say "HI"....





It was starting to get kind of dark...:p


By the way, I had another dream with you in it. I still have to get it posted in my DJ. I'll try to get that done now.

Oh, wow! That is so cool! I'm flattered, Twoshadows.

And hello yourself.

I had great recall this weekend. Too bad it's 12:39 AM right now and I have no time to write.

What I will say is that last nights dream was disgusting! It involved my friend taking a shit in a urinal that turned out to be in the girls washroom, which we were pulling a prank on. Pretty vile, I almost threw up in the dream when I saw the event go down.

That is all for now.

I'm glad you liked it!

I decided to make you a better one in the day light on yesterday's hike.




I was running out of sand (in my hand) by the end, so it got a little sloppy.

Even better! I like how many different methods you're surprising me with. I will have to take a picture with your username sometime soon. I will be creative!

Last nights dreams were pretty cool. There was a whole, huge party of the century type thing going on, but we never actually got to the party. Just had that fun atmosphere.

Dream #95 - A Visit, a Song, and some Stairs
Wednesday, May 23rd, 2007

Not sure of the order, really, so I'll recall from least vivid to most.

I was in the workout gym with Jack and a bunch of friends. Somehow I knew it was nighttime without ever going to bed. We were all working out and talking about how this huge party is going down in Port Moody and that we're going to have to bus to get there. There's a huge gap between this because all I remember after is riding in a car with Jack, going up Ravine.

Next I'm in a grocery store that's structured different than mine but is the same size. I'm at the fish department talking to the girl that works in the deli, telling her to play my song, The Grass is Green, over the PA so everyone in the store could hear. She complies eventually and I walk away down one of the aisles.

Then I'm on top of this massive flight of stairs. At least two-hundred steps, that go up at an amazingly steep incline. It's like those Mayan structures, except I'm in a city and this building is in the midst of a populated street. I don't know how I got to the top and each time I look down the massive declination of steps I get a big sensation of vertigo. So I just sit at the top step, with double doors behind me that go into a library of some sort, and look at the street below.

My vision becomes binoculars, and I look down at the street to see J. Chan and Brittany Spears pull up in an unrealistically small black car, waving at me. They shout something that I no longer remember and drive away, still waving. Whatever they said, it encouraged me to stand up, push away the vertigo, and slowly descend the steps.

Next thing I know I'm at the bottom and very pleased I made it the entire way.

Even better! I like how many different methods you're surprising me with. I will have to take a picture with your username sometime soon. I will be creative!

Cool, I'm interested to see what you come up with.

I'm at the fish department talking to the girl that works in the deli, telling her to play my song, The Grass is Green, over the PA so everyone in the store could hear. She complies eventually and I walk away down one of the aisles.

So did they play it? Did you get to hear it in your dream?

Whatever they said, it encouraged me to stand up, push away the vertigo, and slowly descend the steps.

Yay, you overcame your fear. That was good of Brittany Spears to help.....

Originally Posted by Twoshadows

So did they play it? Did you get to hear it in your dream?

Yeah, I heard it, my voice was a bit more fine-tuned but the guitar sounded the same.

Another dream from last night. There were a bunch of little images I remember, but I'll just mention the bit I remember most.

Dream #96 - "Yes... yes I work here."
Thursday, May 24th, 2007

I was in this large building that was half-restaurant and half-Future Shop (for you Americans, a Circuit City or Best Buy). For some reason I was trying to find Jessica Alba who worked there, but I needed to disguise myself as an employee.

Immediately I go to the back of the building so I can find an apron and nametag, but the room is tiny and really dirty. It sort of looked like a shed. Knowing my luck, though, as soon as I go in and grab an apron with a nametag saying 'Suarez' (or something along those lines), a brown man shorter than myself walks in and says, "Hey, you got my apron, man!"

I hand it to him and say sorry, and he says, "You the new guy here?" and I say yes. He laughs, and I kind of edge my way to the door and see Jessica helping a customer down an aisle. Then I turn back to the man and he asks, "Hey, you want some weed?"

I turn to the counter and see all these small joints and cut up weed amidst dirty, piled up aprons. The smell suddenly becomes overwhelming. I look around the rest of the room, notice how dirty it is and leave the little Mexican guy to himself.

The next thing I remember is exiting out the back of the building into this grass backyard. There are three black children spinning around on a merry-go-round at the top of the hill. I watch them briefly and walk around the side.

And that's it.
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I think this dream may have foretold of coming events.