Thread: Oneironut's Dream Journal

Originally Posted by oneironut

Thanks, I appreciate that...I think (waitaminute, is she saying I'm weird??!! ) I think it's very cool that you used my journal for storytime; hopefully your BF isn't thinking, "I wish she'd stop reading me this crap."

Thanks! You can credit George R.R. Martin for that dream. I was deep into Vol. 2 of A Song of Ice and Fire series when I had it.

No wonder we liked that one! "Railroad" better get to writing--I'm going to be pissed if he has a heart attack or something before he gets done with the series, and he doesn't look like he's in very good shape.

Originally Posted by oneironut

Arggh, I'm really embarrassed that I haven't kept up with my journal and missed nice comments left in Nov. And I'm a week late for my 1st DV anniversary. My recall hasn't been so great lately, but I bounced back this morning with a short lucid.

Oh, don't worry about it--we are always glad to see you back again, no matter how long you've been gone! Happy Anniversary! Hope your recall is back!

Originally Posted by oneironut

I repeatedly ask them if I’m dreaming, and they say yes each time.<?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p>

Your poor DC's: "Yes, dammit--we told you already! Now go and fly or something and quit bothering us!"

Decoy<o:p></o:p>
<st1:date year="2007" day="12" month="12">Wednesday, December 12, 2007</st1:date>
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The woman is clearly scared for her life. We’re sitting together in a richly decorated office with a full-length window looking out on the building’s courtyard. She doesn’t say anything to me, but I know that tensions between her and the man have escalated to the point of violence, so I’m staying close to protect her.

After a few moments the man finally arrives, clean-cut and sharply dressed in a dark business suit. The conversation between the two of them is civil enough at first, but immediately heats up to the point that they’re screaming at each other. I step between them and politely but firmly tell the man we need to go outside to calm down. He glares at me, but follows me out to the courtyard without resisting.

As soon as we’re outside, the man spins around, grabs my arm, and starts to drag me away from the building. I try to pull free, but his grip is unbreakable. He reaches into his suit pocket and I expect to see a gun or a knife, but what he pulls out and dangles in front of me is even worse. It’s a glass test tube with a cork stopper and a label with print too small to read. It’s the type of simple container that can hold something horrible, and it’s now empty.

I realize what’s just happened and turn my head to scream a warning to the woman, but I have no voice. As the man continues to drag me away, I frantically wave my free hand, hoping she’ll see me through the window and get out of there before it’s too late.<o:p></o:p>
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Originally Posted by Moonbeam

Your poor DC's: "Yes, dammit--we told you already! Now go and fly or something and quit bothering us!"

Heh, if you felt sorry for my DC's there, get a load of this...

Drum Solo (Lucid)<o:p></o:p>
<st1:date year="2007" day="13" month="12">Thursday, December 13, 2007</st1:date><o:p></o:p>
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I’m holding up the drive-thru line and the motorists behind me are getting pissed. The problem is I didn’t pull up close enough to the window and now I have to practically hang out of my car to reach my food. I finally get everything together and pull out onto the street. I make the first left turn and notice how all the buildings at this intersection are skyscrapers covered in neon.

The scene shifts and now I’m walking through a dark shopping mall. The power is out except for a few emergency lamps and the employees are just lounging about the entrances to their stores with nothing better to do. I decide to leave and realize my car is parked at the opposite end of this huge mall. I don’t want to walk all that way, so I think of trying to teleport there.

In spite of all these weird happenings, what triggers my lucidity is the sight of a perfectly ordinary looking woman. She’s of medium height, has short black hair flecked with grey, and is dressed in a simple white blouse and blue jeans. Nothing strange about her at all, but as soon as I look at her I think “I’m dreaming,” and so I am.

I look down at my hands and spin in place a few times while telling myself this is a dream. My hands look normal, although the lines in my palm are a lot deeper than they should be. The dream imagery is very sharp and I feel surprisingly clear-headed. I keep repeating “This is a dream” to myself as I climb aboard an escalator with some other shoppers.

I want to talk to one of these dream characters, so I politely tap the shoulder of a man with long orange hair standing on the step above mine. He doesn’t turn around or acknowledge me. I tap him again more forcefully, but still no response. I decide to goof off a bit and start drumming on his shoulders with both hands, pounding away like Ricky Ricardo at the Club Babalu. I don’t get so much as an eye blink from this guy. I know when I’m beaten, so I stop and peacefully ride the escalator a few seconds more before waking up.

Originally Posted by oneironut

I decide to goof off a bit and start drumming on his shoulders with both hands, pounding away like Ricky Ricardo at the Club Babalu. I don’t get so much as an eye blink from this guy. I know when I’m beaten, so I stop and peacefully ride the escalator a few seconds more before waking up.

I am literally LOL. That is a new form of DC-abuse!

P.S. It's weird to see Ricky Ricardo like that, I mean he seems so different than in Lucy re-runs when I was a kid and Lucy was always trying to get be in his show. It's weird when you get older than people who lived a long time ago, and you see them doing something like that and they're young at the time. I t felt like time to do an RC myself when his hands started blurring at the end!

Originally Posted by Moonbeam

I am literally LOL. That is a new form of DC-abuse!

P.S. It's weird to see Ricky Ricardo like that, I mean he seems so different than in Lucy re-runs when I was a kid and Lucy was always trying to get be in his show. It's weird when you get older than people who lived a long time ago, and you see them doing something like that and they're young at the time. I t felt like time to do an RC myself when his hands started blurring at the end!

Haha, I never thought I'd be a pioneer in DC abuse, but I'll take what accomplishments I can get.

The movie clip caught me by surprise, too. My memories of the show were always of the comedy and Ricky occasionally singing a song at the club, but I never saw anything like that. I especially liked the moment when he was getting so into it that he decided to lose the tie. His hands must've been throbbing like crazy at the end.


I went to bed too late and got up too early, which means I don't remember squat from last night. Until tomorrow, then...

Paper Smileys<o:p></o:p>
<st1:date year="2007" day="16" month="12">Sunday, December 16, 2007</st1:date>
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I can hardly concentrate on what I’m doing because of all the yelling. The teenage boy and girl resemble family, but they aren’t. They’ve been bickering for a while, and now their mother has arrived to start yelling at the both of them. The noise is driving me nuts, but a place to stay is a place to stay, after all.

Thankfully I’ve finished writing the bulk of the document and only need to apply some finishing touches. I start adding smileys to the end of each paragraph, only these are made of real materials rather than electronic images. One of them is even alive, a wiggling insect that looks like a lime green caterpillar.

The three-way fight distracts me again for a second, and when I look back down I realize I’ve folded the document in such a way that the insect smiley has been crushed, leaving a green smear across the page. I angrily crumple it into a ball and reach for a fresh sheet.<o:p></o:p>

A Turn for the Worse<o:p></o:p>
<st1:date year="2007" day="17" month="12">Monday, December 17, 2007</st1:date>
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I go out to my car between classes and find a woman stretched across my hood talking to a man in a leather jacket standing nearby. I go ballistic and scream at her to get off my car. She complies, but she and the man are staring at me and smiling in a really creepy way, and I wonder if my short temper has put me into a dangerous situation.

It wouldn’t be safe to leave my car with these two nearby, so I drive off to park at the lot on the far side of the campus. The university is very large, so I get on the highway to speed things up. I start to pull off at what I think is the correct exit, but I’m actually about to transfer to a road that will take me to a different city entirely.

I’m already more than halfway up the onramp, but the slope between the exit and the highway looks safe enough, so I suddenly veer off the road and go bumping down the hill until I can merge back onto the highway. I spot a police car in my rearview mirror and expect to get pulled over for my little stunt, but instead the car pulls off the highway…using my wrong exit, ironically enough.<o:p></o:p>

Cartoon Cupid<o:p></o:p>
<st1:date year="2007" day="18" month="12">Tuesday, December 18, 2007</st1:date>
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I take a friend to a coffee shop to meet a waitress he has a crush on. While he’s standing near the entrance looking for her, she walks in and comes to an abrupt stop behind him. She’s not a supermodel: she’s carrying a few extra pounds and the start of crow’s feet around the eyes, but those eyes are sparkling like a princess in a fairy tale when she sees my friend, and I feel really good about helping to bring them together.

“Where is she?” my friend asks.

I mischievously drag it out for a few seconds (I’m playing cupid, not a saint) before answering casually, “Oh look, she’s standing right behind you.”

He spins around with a big smile, and I’m a little disappointed to see that smile falter just a bit when he gets a good look at her. She reacts in much the same way, but now that they’ve both gotten their dose of reality I expect things will work out fine for them. The waitress shrugs and says she knows she isn’t perfect, and that she works at a strange place, but he shouldn’t hold that against her.

I’m curious about that last part, so I leave them and take a look around. What I thought was a coffee shop is actually a stereotypical Old West saloon. A saloon filled with cartoon dogs dressed like cowboys. Dogs are packed elbow to elbow at the bar, hanging from the chandeliers, and even crawling up the walls. Two dogs wearing ten gallon hats are in a gunfight, each of them sitting on another dog’s shoulders and firing swollen cartoon pistols. Instead of bloody wounds the bullets leave big, perfectly clean holes that don’t appear to hurt the dogs as they keep blasting away at each other.<o:p></o:p>

What I thought was a coffee shop is actually a stereotypical Old West saloon. A saloon filled with cartoon dogs dressed like cowboys. Dogs are packed elbow to elbow at the bar, hanging from the chandeliers, and even crawling up the walls. Two dogs wearing ten gallon hats are in a gunfight, each of them sitting on another dog’s shoulders and firing swollen cartoon pistols. Instead of bloody wounds the bullets leave big, perfectly clean holes that don’t appear to hurt the dogs as they keep blasting away at each other.<?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p><!-- / message --><!-- sig -->

That is a wonderful and unexpected scene. That's really funny...


Edit:

I realize I’ve folded the document in such a way that the insect smiley has been crushed, leaving a green smear across the page. I angrily crumple it into a ball and reach for a fresh sheet.

And I love those little insect smilies too. Very different.

Wow, the end of that dream with the dogs everywhere... I did not expect.
Cute dream.

Originally Posted by Twoshadows

That is a wonderful and unexpected scene. That's really funny...

Originally Posted by Vex Kitten

Wow, the end of that dream with the dogs everywhere... I did not expect.
Cute dream.

Thanks, guys. It caught me off guard, too. I wish I had the presence of mind to stick with the couple and see if things worked out, but who can resist cartoon cowboy dogs?


I was too tired and lazy to write a full journal entry today, but here's a quick summary of last night's dream. I was out shopping for a house in some generic suburban neighborhood. One house stood out from the others in that it was painted metallic blue and shaped like a miniature pagoda. The listing for the house indicated it was haunted, and that actually made me even more eager to buy it.

but who can resist cartoon cowboy dogs?

The listing for the house indicated it was haunted, and that actually made me even more eager to buy it.

Too bad this dream didn't go on. It would have been cool to see what was inside...

Originally Posted by Twoshadows

Too bad this dream didn't go on. It would have been cool to see what was inside...

It did go on, but it didn't involve that house and wasn't as interesting, so I didn't bother. But since I can't recall anything from last night, I guess I will bother:

I went to look at another house just down the street from the pagoda. It turned out to be nothing but a dirt field. In the middle stood a signpost with a hand-drawn picture of a tiny house on it. The owners were asking $200,000+ for it.

I got into my car to drive away, but couldn't make my left turn out of the community because of all the traffic coming from both directions. As soon as it started to clear, a bus pulled up to the curb to my left and unloaded dozens of passengers who started strolling casually across the street in front of my car. When they were finally out of the way, another surge of oncoming traffic kept me from making my turn yet again.

I sat there behind the wheel, imagined dealing with this every time I wanted to go out, and decided to find a house in another neighborhood.

200,000 for a hand drawn house on a stick?
Interesting.
Good thing you got out of that neighborhood. Sounds kind of strange...

Originally Posted by Vex Kitten

200,000 for a hand drawn house on a stick?
Interesting.
Good thing you got out of that neighborhood. Sounds kind of strange...

Lol @ "house on a stick"...that reminded me of the Hot Dog on a Stick chain. Important tip: If your real estate agent is dressed like this, go elsewhere.


Went to bed early, slept for many hours, and all I have to show for it is another one of my school dreams/nightmares. I'm not even going to dignify it with a journal entry; if you've read one, you've read them all.

I like to ask the turkey-leg vendors at the Renaissance Festival for a "Rat on a Stick". Like in Jabberwocky, I think it was.

Originally Posted by Moonbeam

I like to ask the turkey-leg vendors at the Renaissance Festival for a "Rat on a Stick". Like in Jabberwocky, I think it was.

I shudder at the thought of what employee uniforms for Rat on a Stick would look like...


In regards to the license plate from today's entry:

Insert Coin<o:p></o:p>
<st1:date year="2007" day="23" month="12">Sunday, December 23, 2007</st1:date>
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The dollar bill disappears into the slot and four yellow coins drop into the metal tray. I scoop up the tokens and shake them like dice as I scan the dark and noisy arcade. My childhood friend E is somewhere in here, but I can’t spot him around any of the beeping and flashing video games. Behind me, a heavyset man with a key ring unlocks the token machine and swings it open. I watch him work on the machine’s innards and enjoy the gamer’s fantasy of vast quantities of tokens exposed to the world and up for grabs.

Still unable to find E, I decide to play for a bit. I come across a classic Defender machine, the only old-school game I’ve been able to find in this place. The controls are still just as complicated (too many buttons!) as they were when I was a kid, and I get wiped out in seconds. As my last ship explodes into digital debris, I notice a little boy has been standing here quietly watching my defeat and waiting for his turn. I wish him luck and step aside.

Suddenly E is running towards me in a panic, yelling that we have to get out of here right now. He has a large burlap sack tucked under his arm, and it’s jingling as he runs. I glance over his shoulder and see just what I expect to see: the token machine still wide open, and the heavyset man nowhere in sight.

“You didn’t…” I start to say.

“Just RUN!” he yells back, and I do.

We exit the arcade in a full sprint. A mall security guard immediately yells out and gives chase, but he’s only going after E and doesn’t seem to notice me. A uniformed police officer joins the pursuit and completely ignores me, too. I’m actually just trotting along behind the three of them, staying close to help E but trying not to draw attention to myself. They burst through a mall exit and I’m right behind them, but as soon as I pass through the sliding doors they’ve all vanished. It’s extremely late at night and I can hardly see anything. E comes out of the shadows, apparently free of the officers, and tells me to come along.

We start running across an empty parking lot, brightly lit but also mostly covered by the shadow of a giant tree that I can’t see anywhere nearby. E and I seem to understand that we have to stay in the tree’s shadow to be safe; expose ourselves to the light for just a second and we’ll be caught immediately. There are some close calls, but we reach E’s car safely.

As I slide into the passenger seat, I ask him why he’d do something so stupid. He replies that he has debts to pay off, and I wonder who would actually accept game tokens as payment. There’s only an inch between E’s car and the one parked in front of it, but he’s able to pull away from the curb without giving the other car more than a slight bump. I catch a glimpse of its license plate—ONEIRO—before we speed off. <o:p></o:p>

Originally Posted by oneironut

In regards to the license plate from today's entry:
I catch a glimpse of its license plate—ONEIRO—before we speed off. <?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p>

That's pretty cool. Your mind was taunting you.

Originally Posted by Moonbeam

That's pretty cool. Your mind was taunting you.

Yeah, subtlety is lost on me. Perhaps if the plate had read, "THIS IS A DREAM, DUMBASS" I might have figured it out.


Off the Rails<o:p></o:p>
<st1:date year="2007" day="24" month="12">Monday, December 24, 2007</st1:date>
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It’s very late and I’m tired, so it’s a good thing I found this bed in the middle of the forest clearing. Well, not a bed exactly…more like a thick comforter folded in half and a couple of pillows. I unfold the comforter, sweep out the dirt and fallen leaves, and settle in for the night.

There’s a color television just past my makeshift bed and I prop my head up to watch. The show is a crime drama in which Joe Pesci has been recruited by the government to infiltrate the mob. In this episode Pesci is setting up a cocaine deal with a bunch of businessmen. Instead of discreetly wrapped bundles, there are mounds of cocaine piled high on the conference table. Pesci keeps stirring the drugs with a small device that looks like a mini hard drive. This must be some part of the sting operation, but the businessmen don’t seem to notice as they’re too busy trying to inhale all the drugs right there on the spot. One of them notices some cocaine on Pesci’s sleeve and starts sniffing at it like a bloodhound.

I feel myself gradually falling asleep until I suddenly remember that my train will be arriving soon, and I sit up quickly to see my friend B sitting at the other end of our compartment. The terrain outside the window is familiar but severely flooded and I start worrying about my home. Remembering that my place sits off the ground and is probably safe, I sit back and enjoy the rest of the bus ride into town.

When we arrive at the terminal, the driver hands out a stack of pages and tells us these are the billing statements for the trip. We’re each supposed to find our own statement and go pay the cashier at the other end of the terminal. B is ahead of me at the checkout line, and I hear him ask about a charge of $1.55 that’s going to some judge. The cashier says that’s a new tax resulting from a law the judge helped pass. “That must be a nice gig,” I mutter bitterly.<o:p></o:p>

In the spirit of the holiday season, here's a two-part zombie apocalypse dream I had early this morning...


Drive of the Dead, Part 1<o:p></o:p>
<st1:date year="2007" day="28" month="12">Friday, December 28, 2007</st1:date><o:p></o:p>
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It’s obvious to all of us that something has gone very wrong in the city tonight. Ours is the only car driving through what should otherwise be a crowded street. The only movement comes from indistinct figures running or stumbling through the shadows. I tell the driver to not slow down and warn the others in the backseat to lock their doors.

When I turn to look in the backseat and make sure the guys are doing what I told them, I see a horrible face peering in at us through the back window. It’s nothing but a skull covered in blood and scraps of meat, but with very human eyes still in the sockets. I scream at the driver to get us out of here and face forward to see a similar zombie right in front of the car. The driver panics and floors it rather than swerving, and the zombie literally explodes as we hit it, splashing gore all over the hood and windshield. The car slides out of control and crashes into a nearby building. So we managed to kill one zombie at least, but now we’re stuck traveling on foot with many more of them still out there.


I woke up from this dream extremely relieved, then quickly fell asleep and discovered I wasn't off the hook just yet...


Drive of the Dead, Part 2<o:p></o:p>
<st1:date year="2007" day="28" month="12">Friday, December 28, 2007</st1:date>
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I’m lying flat on my back and two zombies are enthusiastically eating me. The zombie tearing into my shoulder is your stereotypical rotting ghoul, but the one that’s treating my left hand like it was a chicken drumstick looks like a slightly green and moldy version of the actor who played The Equalizer on TV.

I don’t feel any pain as I’m consumed, but I notice a strange sensation that I assume is my body dying and being reanimated as a zombie. When I realize that I still have all the same thoughts and feelings that I’ve always had, I decide that maybe being a zombie isn’t so bad, after all.

The ghoul at my shoulder seems to notice the change and moves away, but the Equalizer isn’t giving up his meal for anything, so I have to slap him away with my free hand.<o:p></o:p>

Originally Posted by oneironut

In the spirit of the holiday season, here's a two-part zombie apocalypse dream I had early this morning...

What a lovely holiday dream!

Happy New Year, Onut! If I don't see you again before hand.

Originally Posted by Moonbeam

What a lovely holiday dream!

Happy New Year, Onut! If I don't see you again before hand.

Thanks MB! Happy New Year to you and everybody else here at DV.

Since I've completed my first full year of this journal (and also because I can't recall any dreams from last night) I though it'd be fun to post the year's stats and link to my favorite journal entries:

Lucid Dreams: 7
Non-Lucid: 96

Favorite Non-Lucids

Jan: Cat Burglary
Feb: Friends, Romans, Countrymen, Lend Me Your Army
Mar: Chew Toy
Apr: Paris and the Patty Melt Puppet
May: The Jade Golem and The Ghost Ship (tie)
Jun: First Day of Magic School
Jul: Once a Thief...
Aug: The Fountain
Sep: Meeting Neptune
Oct: This Side Up (only entry for the month, so winner by default)
Nov: Dirty When I'm Dead
Dec: Cartoon Cupid

Onward to 2008...

Those must be my favorites too because I remember most of them by the titles! I'd have to say "Dirty when I'm Dead" was one of my favorites for sure. I missed "Cat Burglary somehow, so it's a good thing you the statistics.

Haha. I love that "Drive of the Dead" dream(s). Haha. I don't think I've ever experienced being turned into a zombie. That would be wild. Heh. I could just picture you, as a zombie, slapping away the other zombie that was still feeding on you.

Nice wrap up, too. I should really do one of those, whenever I get my lazy ass around to it.