Alright, well I've got many, many dreams written down in notebooks and such that I've collected over the past 6 months or so. But I'm going to start it fresh on here. Starting with one I just wrote down.
For me this dream wasn't of my average recall, since I stopped practising LD/recall for a while. And it's taken it's toll I think. But here are some very averagely recalled dreams. Hopefully you'll see my improvement over the next few weeks.
Dream Journal
Tuesday, 20 February 2007
There are two dreams that I remember here, one was a dream that occurred within the night, one was a dream that occurred after I had woken up and then dozed off.
The first dream was strange and I cannot recall it in its entirety, I do remember something to do with it being a plane and a lot of my friends were there. Brendan, his girlfriends were the people I remember most distinctly. I remember being on a plane for some time, I am unsure of where I was going, but I do remember at one point getting off the plane, with the thought in my head that I had to get back on.
When I was off the plane, there was some kafuffle with what seemed to be related to my ‘Cinema Membership’? I told the girl that was asking me that I hadn’t updated it in a few years, since I’d been away in Europe. (Partially true towards real life, but I was only away for 8 months.) The card was from 2004, she laughed about how old it was…asked where I had gone, and generally she was flirting. I’ve forgotten the next part and how it links. I do remember seemingly being attached to a girl in some manner, (no, I don’t mean physically attached) her and I were a couple, or just good friends I believe. Anyhow, there was some drama surrounding her mother. [Strange interjection here: I seem to have received from information about her mother, from my cousin. I think there may have been more situations I was in that I can’t recall at the moment. Her mother was grossly obese, almost to the point that it wasn’t realistic in the slightest. (Makes me wonder why I didn’t reality check! It was slightly disgusting, but the skin on her stomach was like desert earth, cracked and dry. She seemed tempestuous and devious in her attitude and the way in which she acted. Somehow as if I were a free-moving camera, I saw her place a phone call to her daughter, she said ‘come back home, there’s plenty of food’, yet she said this when she was eating the majority of food in the house. Her daughter seemed instinctively aware of this and replied to the negative in everything her mother was saying to her.
That was the end of that bizarre and fragmented dream (well at least what I can recall.)
The second dream took place after I had woken up and dozed off again, so I was already really tired. (In reality, I had just received a text message from a friend on my phone, the dream had him in it, but in a non-direct way, most likely based off his message just before I fell asleep once more.) The dream was very strange because I was at first in a car, with my parents and brother; we drove past a group of kids my brother identified as people he knew in some way. It seemed that there were two sides, and they were all lining up and talking back at each other in the lead up to a fight. As we past them, I looked out of the back window to see the outcome, and surely enough one boy had punched another boy…and one of them fell over. The next thing I can remember was that I was standing in a hotel room corridor with my brother…we had two rooms, I somehow knew this automatically, or it was just assumed. To my horror and fright inside the dream, I believed that our rooms were in the process of being robbed. However it turned out the cleaners had just ‘ransacked’ the place, and they were now re-cleaning it. (Which didn’t seem odd to me at the time, but as I write this it seems a little strange.) The next thing I know, waiting outside in the corridor for the cleaners to finish, my brother and I had a play-fight. He easily lifted me up (harder for him since he’s a lot younger), he was walking me around as if I weighed nothing. We ended this up, and the next part of the dream is where it really becomes quite abstract. At first I was talking to the friend who had sent me a text message in reality. Except I was talking to him on MSN Messenger, and inside his screen name were lots of McDonald’s adverts…a cup, French fries and a burger. There was a little option inside there that said ‘censor’. I assumed that meant I could censor the adverts and not have to look at the McDonalds icon every time he said something. I told him about how I studied dreams and such, he found it cool…but I also told him that I hadn’t managed to get lucid recently. Annoyingly, I had now convinced my brain that I wasn’t dreaming at all. (I think I might reality check whenever I open a new conversation in MSN Messenger in the future! After this conversation is where the turn for the stranger commences once more.
I found myself outside of where I knew; outside of familiarity…I somehow had an appointment somewhere. I was in a city, or a very large town centre. I found what I was looking for, a small shop that didn’t seem to specialise in anything…except for when I looked into the rear of the shop, I saw a fair few clothes. Thinking back, it looked more like a stall than an entire shop, more of a ramshackle & temporary establishment than a permanent one. Anyhow, the first person I saw was a man of Asian descent. I was weary at the time, because I knew this store had illegal things in it somehow. He was trying to get me to sell drugs for him. (I don’t know why at all! I just remembered that something dodgy was happening.) What he showed me were ‘drugs’ were packets of shiny little things that looked like buttons, but outrageously multi-coloured. In the end it seemed that he wanted to recruit me for something. He handed me a long-sleeved shirt…it was way too large for me, and I said that to him…but he kind of sneered at me and said ‘this is all you get’. I put it on, and surely enough it was far too large for me. But I didn’t say anything else, as I was slightly scared of my surroundings and it’s goings on.
It’s a bit sketchy after that, but I do remember being in the shop, and seeing an actor from reality, who was working in the shop.
Now, this is blatant…but a midget came into the shop, looking like he was wasted. I figured that it was off the strange drugs that were sold at this shop. Apparently people could only come here and get fixed here if they’d done too much. They needed to take some blood…and mix it with someone else’s saliva in order for it to work? (Yes, very bizarre I know…my mind has a habit of that.)
Anyhow, this is where it branches off into a pseudo-Ghostbusters action dream, a lot of people who I can no longer recall (some may have been my friends) were trudging into a field in search of a ghost…a fair few of them had the Ghostbusters packs on and the whole uniform to boot. This field wasn’t familiar at first, but it gained familiarity after the next sequence of events. I turned around sharply…and there was an evil looking ghost, it was apparently an ‘Evil nurse’ ghost. The thing was, we were in a field…and there was a gigantic tree above us, with a huge spread of foliage, adding to the eeriness. That ghost disappeared…and I remember thinking…’Oh no, I’ve got to avoid it’. But then there was another ghost…and we knew we were up against multiple entities. Then when it quietened down, and the ghosts had vanished…we used a ghost-detector (fresh out of the movies! to track them down. There was a ‘huge’ reading near a bush behind us, and as we found it…a gaping yellow whole in the fabric of reality was formed. Everyone shouted…’Oh no! He’s letting the death out’ or something to that effect. All of us, bar the guy with the ghost detector…ran across this field. The field was now a sports field that I recognised as my old school sports field, which is just up the road from me in reality. The group was quite far ahead of me, and I was sprinting as fast as I could to get away from whatever was going to happen.
I looked back…and surely enough a stream of what appeared to be small creatures (dogs I realised soon enough) were pouring out of the yellow portal. The lead creature was a bright blue dog. I was petrified. I scrambled through an awkward gate and ran up past some people. (I didn’t have the decent to warn them, that some evil creatures from another dimension were about to descend upon them, my bad.) I ran down…thinking ‘I’m never going to escape.’ There were a lot of normal dogs around with the group of people I had just past, and I saw the blue dog and a lot of the other ‘death’ creatures coming up to the people. They were blocked from my view, but from what I gather…the death creatures killed the people. This was confirmed by all of the ‘real’ dogs whimpering and running towards the death dogs. They all seemed to ignore each other and not fight.
It was at this point that I was scared so I said ‘ok, this is a dream…I’m going lucid now.’ Instead of having the desired effect, I ‘woke up’ in front of a computer…that was restarting…and thinking that I was actually awake now…I just restarted the computer.
Then I woke up…in reality…thinking…’Oh man, I was never lucid, it was a dream which fell into another dream.’
Finito.
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