Oh boy, time for an online dream journal. I'd post a bunch of my old entries to kick it off, but I never converted them to anything digital. I've have had a dream journal going since 2002 (although I only have mabye 60 entries. I tend to be a bit lazy.), so it would have taken too long to type them all out. Hopefully an online one will give me some incentive to record my dreams, because I know someone might actually read it and notice if I am slacking off or not.
Well, I figured today would be a good day to start this, seeing as it is a new week and all. I'll warn you though, a good imagination is required to "get" most of this. I'll put any lucid experiences in blue, and any notes in green.
Oh yeah, comments are welcome. Don't be shy!
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These were all last night(10/16/06).
Dream 1: The Canadians
I only remember the tail end of this dream. Someone had come to my house to ask me for help; his friends had gotten in a car accident. It was an older, canadian looking(and sounding) man. I hopped in my "car" and drove down the highway for a few miles. This is not a bad highway (in real life, either), with plenty of trees and woodlands surrounding it. I come up to some debris on the road, which looks to either be from a tire or some darker metal. One of the pieces of debris had a sign made out of pink construction paper on it, but I can't remember what it said. I pulled off to the shoulder and tried to stop. The "car" wouldn't stop completely for some reason, but sort of rolled at a slow speed for almost a quarter mile. I realized around this time that it wasn't really a car, but rather a piece of sheet metal with a floating dashboard/steering wheel above it. I don't believe it had tires or anything. So insted of thinking there was something odd about this, I got out and pulled the emergency break that was sticking out of the front of the "car".
With the sheet metal mobile stopped, I walked to the crash site, and the guy that got me to help him showed up. There was a jeep-looking (but very out of proportion) vehicle flipped over a few hundred feet away from the road. There was no glass where the side windows should have been, and the jeep had about 6 feet of headroom, so it was easy to see inside. There were two stereotypical canadian looking guys on the inside (you know, with the hats that have flaps to cover the ears and flannel shirts?) belted in and hanging upside down. I said to the man that requested my help "Wow, I don't think they survived that." Just then, the two guys hanging in this jeep opened their eyes and yelled "Surprise!" I was mildly shocked at this, but then started laughing with them. Then I woke up.
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Then it was 3:30AM. I had pumped myself up so much about the WILD I was going to try today that I woke up a full hour before my alarm went off! So, I set my alarm ahead 2 hours (it was set for 4:30, and I usually wake up around 6:30) I tried the WILD technique, but then I sort of lost consciousness and got stuck in something that felt like both a dream and real life. I lost my lucidity too, unfortunately :(
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Dream 2: Crunchy Norwegians
I was lying in my bed with my eyes closed, but I could see. There were tiny towns littering my bedspread, complete with all kinds of tiny people. The towns were no more than a quarter inch wide. The town (I referred to it as a town in my mind, though it was more than one) was called "Boots". They were built like ancient viking towns, with the steep house roofs and whatnot. Every time I would roll on my bed, I would feel one of these towns and its people crunch under me. I though "Oh, that's where the tiny skeletons come from," (I wish I knew what that was all about) and tried not to roll around anymore as I drifted into another dream.
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Dream 3: Fun with Bleach!
This one is made up of two distinct parts because I forgot the middle. For some reason, I was at my grandmother's house. I had bought a pet. This pet was made out of a jell-o like substance, and was green. It ate water, I believe. Anyway, it came with some gel letters. There were 3 red letters, 3 green letters, and 3 yellow "letters" (they were squiggles, really), but I was missing one yellow one. I searched for a good 10 minutes before giving up hope of finding it. Then, I had to go use the bathroom. It had two toilets in it, one of which was utterly disgusting and the other was fairly clean. I left the house through the stairs leading out of the bathroom wall, and went walking. I grabbed a bottle of bleach as I was leaving (hey... I had a good reason at the time!)
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Somehow, I ended up outside of a cabin holding an almost empty bottle of bleach and a water bottle. This cabin was supposed to be a dance hall of sorts. It was circular, and mabye half of the walls were glass. It was about 150 feet from edge to edge, and 30ish feet tall with a glass window at the point. It was located close to a lake, with some trees scattered around. I walked over there with my bleach bottle in hand, but forgot my water bottle. The flies were getting vicious, so I put my hood over my head and walked with my head facing the ground. As I made the return trip, I splashed what was left of the bleach bottle on my black hood on accident. I saw it become bleached, because my vision went third person. I didn't care all that much, and entered a room off of the main one of this cabin thing.
My grandmother was there, and she was demanding to know why I had her bleach. I had forgotten by now ("Uh... I can't remember why I took your bleach." was all I could offer), and she was pretty mad at my lame excuse. I offered to pay her for it, and opened my wallet. I took out a $5 bill and set it on a tiny table. She thanked me for the extra cash, and I asked her "What extra? The bottle of bleach was $5." I looked at the bill again, which was now almost square in shape, and noticed that there were extremely tiny zeros after each 5. I changed the bill for a real five, and entered the main part of the cabin thing.
There was some kind of festival going on. Bands were stationed all over the place. They were on a deck of some sort, outside of the cabin/dancehall/whatever. The goal was to direct them in the same way as the main director was directing the inside band, by relaying his hand motions. The tempo was incredibly odd, and kept changing. It was all irregular and didn't form any patterns, so it was hard to follow the director while conducting to the second band. I wrapped a red shirt around my hands to help with directing (I have no idea why), but then got preoccupied with the way the shirt was wrapped on my hand. I tried to wrap it a few different ways, but as I was messing around with it the dreamworld faded and I woke up.