Thread: Oneironut's Dream Journal

Spritely - Now now, we should always be patient towards dream cashiers...I've had enough nightmares from the other side of the cash register to know what they're going through. Great comic!

Oneironaut - I hear you, that's why it felt so good to pull a King Kong on one of those suckers. I probably would've started beating my chest if I hadn't woken up right after.

Chip - You're welcome, and thanks for stopping by. Let's see...in the past week or so I've had dreams of intelligent red slime, werewolves, and dinosaurs. Nope, nothing weird there.


I just remember a fragment from yesterday: the usual "late-at-night-and-the-front-door-won't-stay-locked" scenario. Thankfully I was at my grandmother's old place, so at least it was a safe neighborhood.

<rant>
Arrgh, that&#39;s it, no more MILD&#33; At least not as it&#39;s outlined in the book. It&#39;s a good method, the logic behind it is sound, but for me it&#39;s a total bust. If I wake up in the middle of the night and actively think for more than a few minutes, I&#39;m screwed as far as getting back to sleep is concerned. I keep goofing around with methods I&#39;ve never used, even though all my lucid dreams from years ago resulted from my own particular method. My mind knows this and won&#39;t accept anything else. Ok, Mind, you win, I&#39;ll play along.
</rant>

Last Night&#39;s Fragments:

1. A train where everything--including the engine and the tracks--is made of wood.

2. Crawling through a square tunnel with the Devil on my tail. Instead of the expected fire and brimstone, he was extremely cold.

Originally Posted by oneironut

<rant>
Arrgh, that&#39;s it, no more MILD&#33; At least not as it&#39;s outlined in the book. It&#39;s a good method, the logic behind it is sound, but for me it&#39;s a total bust. If I wake up in the middle of the night and actively think for more than a few minutes, I&#39;m screwed as far as getting back to sleep is concerned. I keep goofing around with methods I&#39;ve never used, even though all my lucid dreams from years ago resulted from my own particular method. My mind knows this and won&#39;t accept anything else. Ok, Mind, you win, I&#39;ll play along.
</rant>[/b]

Maybe I should rant more often, because I just had lucid dream #4 and carried out my goal task exactly as planned. In a way, I still used MILD, but I performed the steps in my own order to avoid the sleeping problem I mentioned above. I performed all of the intention and visualization portions of the method when I first went to bed. Each time I woke up during the night, I did nothing more than think "Remember that you&#39;re dreaming" before rolling over and going back to sleep.


An Apple a Dream, Part 1
Monday, March 26, 2007

I step into a dimly-lit storeroom with concrete walls and notice a man sprawled on the floor to my left. Another man is kneeling beside him. I can’t see either man’s face, but I start to think the one on the floor is my father, and I panic. I rush up and see that it is my father. The man kneeling beside his body turns to look at me, and he’s also my father. Both of them are at least ten years younger than they should be.

Faced with such an obvious sign, I realize I’m dreaming and calm down. Taking my attention away from the twin fathers, I hold out my arms and spin while telling myself, “This is a dream.” I’m facing a blank concrete wall when I stop. Keeping my attention on the wall, I tell myself that I’ll find an apple to look at when I turn around. I turn around and there’s the apple, sitting in a little bowl on top of a wooden pillar. I walk over and put my face close to the apple, making sure not to touch it. It’s lying on its side and the bowl is made of clear glass, so I’m able to see all sides of it.

The fruit is oddly shaped, almost more like a green pepper than an apple. It has several long stems on top and a short one on the bottom with little green leaves growing from it. The skin, however, is exactly like a real apple: deep red with occasional patches of lighter color and tiny white spots all over. After studying the fruit I start to lose lucidity and go wandering off for a few seconds before waking up.

Originally Posted by oneironut

Goal 1 - Have at least one more lucid dream this month. Done
Goal 2 - Find an apple and look at it closely. Do not touch or eat it. Done[/b]

Goals Update
Goal 1 - Have at least one lucid dream by 3/31/07.
Goal 2 - Find an apple and pick it up. Touch all its parts, but do not eat it.
Goal 3 - End the dream and wake up after completing Goal 2.

Nice job on meeting those goals, man&#33;

Hey Oneironaut, I really like your dreams especially the dark ones like the hotel slime&#33; They are quite interesting and really fun to read. I am always wondering what happens next

I just had lucid dream #4 and carried out my goal task exactly as planned.[/b]

All right&#33;&#33; That&#39;s great that you were able to do exaclty what you wanted to do.


Sounds like you are "getting good at this."

Oneironaut - Thanks. Goal sheets work wonders. I keep graphs, too; sometimes I think I have LDs just so I can push that line somewhere above zero. Observe the amazing results I had in 2006:

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Kamikaze - Hi, and thanks for reading. I&#39;m aiming for more upbeat dreams, but knowing me there&#39;ll always be plenty of slime and darkness to keep my readers happy.

Twoshadows - Lol, I guess I am. Thanks.


Just fragments today:

1. I&#39;m a movie star at the Oscars. It&#39;s been going for hours and hours. In the row ahead of me, Jack Nicholson is slumped over and snoring. I finally stand up and scream that I&#39;ll gladly give up my fame and fortune if this show would just END&#33;

2. I&#39;m sitting in the driveway of a house I lived in as a boy, polishing a samurai sword. The blade is made of black metal and curved like a sickle. I go inside to my room and put the sword on my bedside table, just in case I need it during the night.

3. I walk into the mini-mart where I bought comic books as a kid. They sure cost a lot more than they used to.

Just so there&#39;s at least SOME point to this post:

Last night I tried getting into bed an hour earlier than usual and spent the extra time listening to quiet music and performing visualization exercises. I imagined myself back in the setting of my last lucid dream, recognized the same dreamsign, and performed my three current goal actions. My focus kept slipping away, but by the time I was ready to sleep I was able to get through the whole sequence. No LDs last night, of course, but that&#39;s alright. I&#39;m patient.

And since I eat them with lunch each day, I&#39;ve been getting to know apples real well since I started this current set of goals. First I was holding one an inch from my face and looking at it from all sides. Now I&#39;m practically fondling the darned things, concentrating on all the different surfaces (inside and out), temperature, etc.

Lol, I&#39;m glad I eat lunch alone. It looks rather...odd.

Originally Posted by oneironut

And since I eat them with lunch each day, I&#39;ve been getting to know apples real well since I started this current set of goals. First I was holding one an inch from my face and looking at it from all sides. Now I&#39;m practically fondling the darned things, concentrating on all the different surfaces (inside and out), temperature, etc.

Lol, I&#39;m glad I eat lunch alone. It looks rather...odd. [/b]

Lol I know how you feel. I&#39;ve been trying to hide my gruel-drinking technique from people at work. Of coure the apple-examining is much weirder. Good luck on your apple quest.

Originally Posted by Moonbeam

Lol I know how you feel. I&#39;ve been trying to hide my gruel-drinking technique from people at work. Of coure the apple-examining is much weirder. Good luck on your apple quest.[/b]

Heh, I read your gruel recipe and it doesn&#39;t sound so bad. More like a fancy smoothie than ye olde medieval gruel. Thanks for the luck, and the same to you.

Didn&#39;t make it on this last set of goals, but I&#39;d say March was a success since I had twice as many LDs as February (2 instead of just 1).

Originally Posted by Moonbeam

Goal 1 - Have at least one lucid dream by 3/31/07. Not Done
Goal 2 - Find an apple and pick it up. Touch all its parts, but do not eat it. Not Done
Goal 3 - End the dream and wake up after completing Goal 2. Not Done[/b]

Goals Update
Goal 1 - Have at least one lucid dream by 4/15/07.
Goal 2 - Find an apple and pick it up. Touch all its parts, but do not eat it.
Goal 3 - End the dream and wake up after completing Goal 2.

Who Needs Enemies?
Monday, April 02, 2007

While three friends play a two-on-one tennis match, I stand off to the side at the net line and wonder why everybody’s trying to shut me out. Every time I offer to join the lone player and balance out the sides, I’m turned down and then promptly forgotten. I’m starting to get irritated by this rude treatment from friends, but I stay quiet and try to be a good sport about it.

Looking around the park we’re in, I see some painted wooden walls a short distance from the tennis courts. I tell the others I’m going over there to hit a ball around. They say I can’t, that the walls have been damaged and are closed to the public. This news finally sets me off, and I start waving my tennis racquet around and using very colorful language to express how I feel about that, and them, and the way I’m being treated.

This actually gets their attention, and they stop playing to come over and argue with me. All three of them keep placing blame on me, for what I’m not sure. I calm down and say that if they didn’t want me to come along, all they had to do was be honest and say so. I think that sounds rational, but the others get really angry—as if I said something far worse—and tell me I’m very close to ending our friendship forever. Deciding they’re a lost cause no matter what I say, I hand over the racquet I borrowed and walk off to find my own way home.

Freedom Fighter Freak
Tuesday, April 03, 2007

The refugee camp is little more than a line of ragged tents stretched along the riverbank. Families huddle over their fires to fight off the midnight cold and the even greater chill of hopelessness that hangs over the entire camp. Most of the adults have large packs by their side that they guard as closely as their own children. The packs are filled with books, the last traces of a free society almost crushed beneath an iron heel. Almost, but not quite.

I come charging out of the shadows and sprint through the camp, calling out that the government has been toppled and we’re all free once more. The others start to celebrate, but I don’t stop to join in the festivities. The fires fade behind me as I run out of the camp, but I can still see clearly by the light of the moon. Without breaking stride, I drop to all fours and take the shape of a wolf. The river beside me opens into a lake, and with a snarl I dive into the dark water.

For a while I swim across the bottom of the lake, passing between old wooden posts that must be supporting a bridge above. Past this point the lake bottom drops into a vast underwater valley. Spread out below are the remains of several buildings. They look very old-fashioned, like something you’d see on Main Street at Disneyland. Glancing up, I see a human figure treading water at the surface, its bulky form silhouetted by the moonlight. I figure this must be someone I missed on my last sweep. Shape shifting again, I rocket towards the surface with a powerful swipe of my tail, my jaws open and ready.

Surf’s Up…and Over
Wednesday, April 04, 2007

Dad’s driving us in his truck along a coastal highway one clear sunny day. The road is a ways up the hillside, so I have a great view of the beach and ocean below. The surf is crazy today; I can see hundred foot waves crashing repeatedly against the beach. I wonder if the surfers are having the time of their lives or fearing for them.

Just then a giant tidal wave comes crashing over the hills—from the inland side—and arcs over the highway. I cry out and brace myself for the impact, but the wave suddenly freezes in place. My fear turns to wonder as we drive safely through a shimmering, crystal clear tunnel of water.


Hat Heaven

I’m lying in the middle of a department store aisle waiting for somebody to come open the section of the store I want to browse through. Nobody seems to think I’m in the way and I have a nice soft pillow for my head, so I’m content to wait as long as it takes. A clerk with a large key ring comes running along after a few moments and unlocks the doors.

I first stop at a table stacked with t-shirts. They’re nice and thick but the sleeves are way too short for my taste; another inch or two and they’d be wifebeaters. I turn away from the table and spot a real treasure: an entire display of undecorated baseball caps in many colors. There isn’t a single team logo, product logo, or obnoxious joke on any of them. I start grabbing hats by the handful.


Bare Necessities

The electricity is being shut down in my neighborhood for several days, so I check into a rundown roadside motel. My low expectations are immediately shattered when I step through the door. My motel room is actually a suite, and a magnificent one at that. High vaulted ceilings, a larger kitchen than the one at home, and a very soft king-size bed. There’s always a catch, of course: other than the unmade bed, the entire suite is unfurnished.

Shakespeare in the Apocalypse
Friday, April 06, 2007

I’m observing a late-night event that looks like a cross between an auction and The Road Warrior. A motley crowd of ragged citizens and leather-clad bikers are bidding on mundane items like bags of chips and—for the grand finale—a half-empty bucket of fried chicken. When the auction ends I turn to my companions and ask what we’re going to do tomorrow night. One of them reminds me about the production of A Midwinter Night’s Dream that I’ve always wanted to see. A passerby overhears us and mentions that he went to see that a few weeks ago…just before the production closed. I turn back to my companions and ask, “So…what are we doing tomorrow night?”

Eight Bacon Bacteria
Monday, April 09, 2007

While strolling along the beach, I notice a sparkling white travel trailer with a sign on top advertising frozen yogurt. I step into the trailer expecting to find it converted to a yogurt shop, but it looks like a private residence instead. Worried that I’ve just made myself guilty of breaking and entering, I start to back out of the trailer when I hear a woman offer to take my order. She’s standing by the kitchen counter and seems undisturbed by my presence, so I ask for a yogurt.

After a moment the woman hands me a paper cup of plain white yogurt with dark sprinkles on top. She keeps trying to offer me one of her own spoons, but I insist on taking a plastic spork from a box on the counter instead. I’m told the yogurt will cost me eight dollars and I almost hand it back, but immediately change my mind. Maybe it’s really good and worth splurging on this one time.

I have plenty of cash in my wallet, but the bills have taken on the physical characteristics of uncooked bacon and are difficult to handle. After no little effort I manage to extract a five and three singles. At the very last moment I notice an extra five stuck to the first and carefully peel it off before handing over the money.

The Red Wizard
Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Deep in the Mines of Moria, several members of the Fellowship are surrounded by giant monsters made of wood and stone. I come tottering along, a scrawny old man dressed only in a loincloth and carrying a gnarled staff. I tell the monsters to leave the strangers alone, but they ignore me. With a sigh, I tuck my staff under my arm and clap my hands twice. A shockwave of fire radiates from my body with each clap, destroying the monsters without harming the hobbits and humans.

Gandalf steps up beside me, quietly impressed with the display of magic. I ask if it would be alright for me to join his party. As smoking bits of monster rain down around us, I humbly insist that while I can never be as great a wizard as he is, everybody can use an extra hand from time to time. He laughs and agrees. Repeatedly offering thanks to him and the others, I pull a red cloak around me and follow my new companions into the next tunnel.

Originally Posted by oneironut

Goal 1 - Have at least one lucid dream by 4/15/07. Not Done
Goal 2 - Find an apple and pick it up. Touch all its parts, but do not eat it. Not Done
Goal 3 - End the dream and wake up after completing Goal 2. Not Done[/b]

Goals Update

Goal 1 - Have at least one lucid dream by 4/30/07.
Goal 2 - Find an apple and pick it up. Touch all its parts, but do not eat it.
Goal 3 - End the dream and wake up after completing Goal 2.

Originally Posted by oneironut

The Red Wizard
Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Deep in the Mines of Moria, several members of the Fellowship are surrounded by giant monsters made of wood and stone. I come tottering along, a scrawny old man dressed only in a loincloth and carrying a gnarled staff. I tell the monsters to leave the strangers alone, but they ignore me. With a sigh, I tuck my staff under my arm and clap my hands twice. A shockwave of fire radiates from my body with each clap, destroying the monsters without harming the hobbits and humans.

Gandalf steps up beside me, quietly impressed with the display of magic. I ask if it would be alright for me to join his party. As smoking bits of monster rain down around us, I humbly insist that while I can never be as great a wizard as he is, everybody can use an extra hand from time to time. He laughs and agrees. Repeatedly offering thanks to him and the others, I pull a red cloak around me and follow my new companions into the next tunnel.[/b]

What a cool dream. I love it.


Good luck with your goals....

Originally Posted by Twoshadows

What a cool dream. I love it.
Good luck with your goals.... [/b]

Thanks as always for reading and for the encouragement. Guess I better give you some more to read.


The Man of Teeth
Saturday, April 21, 2007

The meeting just won’t come to order. Voices from a dozen overlapping conversations fill the conference room. Somebody produces a box of granola bars and starts tossing them out to the crowd. I sit quietly in my chair and wait for things to settle down. On the other side of the conference table, several individuals that look like the animated Superman from the 70s scowl at the chaos around them. They seem to be a mix of good and evil Supermen… assuming a Superman with a mouth full of shark’s teeth is not to be counted as one of the good guys.

Monday, April 23, 2007

Picking on Sarge

On my way out of a building, I see a crazy-looking man standing by the door. He’s dressed in an old army jacket and saluting everybody who passes him. As I approach, he starts yelling angrily at one man who’s halfway out the door. He keeps calling this stranger “Sarge” and looks like he’s about to start a fight. I tentatively move towards the stranger in case he needs help fighting off the lunatic, but then I notice “Sarge” is a very large man with an equally large companion and I decide I won’t need to get involved.

Invisible Ultimatum

The kitchen is one large space shared by four connected restaurants. Each restaurant’s section is separated from the others by low walls. Dressed all in black, I make my way through each section. I know the four restaurants have been feuding for many years, for religious or ethnic reasons as well as simple business competition. Nobody can see me, and I realize I’m actually a ghost. Whispering into each cook’s ear, I warn them that they had better stop this feud before it kills them all. If they don&#39;t, they’ll find me waiting for them in the afterlife.

Paris and the Patty Melt Puppet
Tuesday, April 24, 2007

It’s early morning and none of the stores have opened when I arrive at the shopping center. I walk towards what I suspect is a donut shop, and this suspicion is confirmed when a police officer walks out carrying a pink box. A young woman in an equally pink uniform also walks out, hands me a small wrapped bundle, and goes back into the shop, locking the door behind her and pulling down the security gate.

Sitting at the curb in front of the shop, I unwrap the bundle expecting it to be a donut. Instead I find a thick patty melt. Although not a typical item on my breakfast menu, I happily start to munch away while waiting for the other stores to open. I’m only a few bites into my sandwich when Paris Hilton and her entourage show up.

Paris asks if I’ve seen a ventriloquist around with the same urgency one usually asks for a cop or a doctor. I tell her that she has one right here, and to demonstrate I start pulling the rye bread slices from my patty melt in imitation of a mouth while talking in a Mickey Mouse voice. A stickler for detail, I even try to make my voice sound garbled, as if the patty melt is having a difficult time speaking with a mouthful of beef and melted cheese.

and to demonstrate I start pulling the rye bread slices from my patty melt in imitation of a mouth while talking in a Mickey Mouse voice. A stickler for detail, I even try to make my voice sound garbled, as if the patty melt is having a difficult time speaking with a mouthful of beef and melted cheese.[/b]

That&#39;s really funny. Wish I could have witnessed that....

Originally Posted by oneironut

Paris and the Patty Melt Puppet
Tuesday, April 24, 2007[/b]

LMFAO. That&#39;s hilarious.

I concur--one of the strangest dreams I have ever read. All I can think, is: Don&#39;t play with your food&#33; LOL&#33;

I&#39;d like to have a patty-melt dream.