Thread: You Show Me Yours...

"Hurt Tooth"
-May 2 2007

I'm with my friends M. and S. at their tiny little apartment. It seems that S. has just returned from the maternity ward at the hospital, apparently having given birth. She is showing off some of the nice cards that she got while she was there. Something happens to me and I bump my front tooth on something, very hard. I can feel with my tongue that it's not chipped but I am convinced that it is cracked. It feels just awfull. I check it in the mirror and I'm pretty sure that I see a crack, then I make my friend M. check it for me, he tells me that I'm just imagining it and that there's nothing wrong. It still feels broken to me. Then S. goes to check her email, apparently so that she can reply to some of the nice people that sent her cards in the hospital, one in particular that she was quite taken by. Then she comes back into the room complaining about how her email account has been suspended and that the worst part about it is that she can't get at her work emails and that it's probably those bastards at IBM that are responsible for the whole fiasco. Seems that they are her former employer and the root of all evil. When I awake I can't shake the chipped tooth feeling , even after I've checked it again for real in the bathroom mirror before going back to bed.



"Mother-In-Law"
-May 2 2007

My wife's Mother is visiting us, she is supposed to have picked up a DVD player for me only when my wife asks her about it she answers no, she didn't get it. This annoys me a lot. Then she is telling my wife about some picture that she bought instead of the DVD player, which makes me even madder. She's got the picture in her hand but I won't even look at it. I'm really quite pissed off.


LOL! Perfect!

"Going Home Again"
-May 3 2007

I'm with my wife D. we are on our way "home" going down Wellington Street. There are some kids riding their bikes alongside the road, I don't know exactly why but this gets me really angry. I honk my horn at them and am cursing really loudly, this makes D. laugh a bunch. We turn on to Sherbrooke Street and park at #17, across the street, where my Mother used to park when we lived there. We go across to our apartment, which is actually the place I grew up in with my Mom. We check the mailbox on the way in, at the bottom of the stairs. Then we go upstairs to our apartment, as we are nearing the top of the stairs I can hear voices, I see some men in suits going into apartment #2, they are caucasian which is odd because the people that lived there before were Vietnamese and then after that Cambodian. When I reach out to open our front door it just opens without needing unlocking, this is really weird and I say so to D. she doesn't seem to notice or care. We go inside, same old shit-hole, same as it always was.

"Jailbreak"
-May 4 2007

This was a very, very long dream, but my recall is very shaky. A really good example of a dream that I should have written more about when I woke up in the night, but being that I only wrote the title I can only remember a little bit of it, vaguely. I am in a large prison with a lot of inmates, I get a good idea about how to escape, word gets out and a lot of them want to come with me. I say that I'll take as many of them with me as I can but that everyone can't go. The guards are already getting suspicious, I can tell. All I remember next is a whole bunch of us going out through a hole in the chain-link fence, it's like a free-for-all, I just know that we're all going to get caught.



"Les Claypool The 2nd"
-May 4 2007

I'm at a really huge rock concert, probably millions of people there. PRIMUS are playing. This part of the dream is very long but the details are very sketchy. Next Les Claypool is walking through the crowd, I see him coming towards me and I hurry to catch up with him. I get very close to him and start walking and talking with him. He is such a nice guy, genuinely enjoys interacting with his fans. I walk with him chatting for what seems like forever, allthough I can barely remember anything we said to each other. Then we get to where his wife and 2 kids are waiting for him and I get out of the way because there's another little girl there who's been waiting a long, long time to meet Les' daughter.

"Metallica For Dinner"
-May 5 2007

I'm with James Hetfield and Kirk Hammett, we are sitting around in my Mom's old apartment watching TV. James tells me to go ahead and order up some supper, I call in a fast food order for delivery. Shortly after that the delivery guy brings the food to the door, I invite him in to the kitchen and ask him "how much?" as I hand him a $20, he answers $3-something and gives me $16-something in change, I think to myself how we couldn't have ordered a helluva lot for that little money. Next we are all jumping in to a little purple jeep, like a Tracker, we are going on some kind of road trip. I get the feeling that we are in a reality show of some kind, that we are being broadcast live as we go. We make our way down the road, it is night-time, we are making irregular stops here and there. At one point we stop so that the bass player (not Burton, not Newstead, not Trujillo - ?) can get out to barf, when he gets back in he realizes that he puked out one of his fillings, we all laugh uproariously at that and then the road trip continues.



"Money From Steve"
-May 5 2007

I'm with my ex-boss from Astro, Steve. We are in my current boss P.'s Garage talking. I am trying to convince Steve that the company owes me some money, he is checking it out with head-office apparently, we are waiting to hear back from them. Stupid Dave (jerk I used to work with) is there trying to talk Steve out of giving me any money, I could just punch this goof. He is his usual hang-dog self, pathetic really. Then Steve and I both spot a 1967 Baracuda going by outside the window on the street. It is in mint condition and we both comment on just how perfect it is and "just look at those tail-lights!" The 'cuda drives off with both of us still drooling after it in the background. Then Steve asks me about the finger-puzzle I have done for him, "is it done yet?" I say yes and hand it over to him, apparently it is exactly what he was hoping for and now he is really happy, he can't stop looking at this thing. It looks like a Chinese seal, a wooden tube with a cap at one end and a design or stamp pattern under the top.

"My Sports Car"
-May 6 2007

I'm with a guy who I don't know, we are going down the Queensway in my car and I am telling him about wonderfull and fantastick it is. He is unimpressed and proceeds to tell me that it's only a Hyundai Tiburon, which makes me really mad. I think to myself that he must be trying to get me going or something.

"Walking In The Snow"
-May 8 2007

I'm with my Wife D., we are going inside a mobile home or trailer that has been boarded up (condemned?) we have to move some debris from in front of the door and then shimmy through a small opening between two boards. I'm kicking snow off of my boots on the way in. Inside we are talking about some plan my boss P. has for everyone to sleep in one unit to save money on heating or something. I suspect that it has more to do with trying to get my Wife into bed. I am really frisky and try like crazy to get her into the mood, but she's frigid even in my dreams. Now I can't even get any dream sex. Great. I guess I might as well just cut the damned thing off. It's like owning a car and not having a drivers' license, pointless.

"On The Bus"
-May 12 2007
FIRST LUCID DREAM!

I'm on a bus with a bunch of people, I get the feeling that we've taken a wrong turn or are going in the wrong direction. One of the DC's says to me "you will remember to check your reality" (my binaural mp3 lucid induction prompt!) and I tell him that what he just said is a reality check, he asks me what that means and I explain to him how RC's work when you're dreaming. Then I am on top of the bus on my stomach, trying to hold on, the bus is moving around quite a bit and I am in danger of sliding off. I am trying to get a grip on the riveted seams with my fingernails but I am just barely staying on, then it comes to me.. this is preposterous! I don't need to be afraid of this! I am obviously dreaming so all I need to do is let go and fly upward and away. Even as I realize this I don't easily believe it and I still have to muster up my courage to let go. Finally I release my grip and sure enough I start to fly! I look around to see where I am and I discover that I am downtown near the Parliament Buildings, I fly over Major's Hill Park and look around everywhere. I feel so free and alive. I'm thrilled to be lucid and flying, it is the most liberating feeling I have ever experienced. Then I'm back in bed afraid to move a muscle, hoping that I can get back in to the same dream, I lay motionless for as long as I can until I realize that my head is rolled back over my left shoulder on my pillow and my neck is kinked. Finally I give up and get up and go for a pee. I was so happy I could barely get back to sleep after, this is probably the "highest" I've ever been with no drugs involved.

"Drug Money"
-May 13 2007

I'm at the pharmacy asking for my prescriptions. The pharmacist finally finds it and rings it up on the cash. I start counting my money and realize that I don't have enough, I tell her that I have the rest in the car and I'll just run out and get it. I go out into the parking lot and get the rest of the money from my console, a bunch of $1 & $2 coins. There are a lot of "monster trucks" in the parking lot, trucks with massive tractor tires. On the way back in to the building I have to stop to let one of these big trucks go by. Then I am talking to my Dad's friend J. He is telling me that since bicycles are being sold completely assembled these days that they are selling a lot more of them. Gone are the days of spending a whole day putting together the pieces of the bicycle you bought. At no time was I lucid.

"Customs Fiasco"
-May 16 2007

I'm going through customs with my wife and my Dad. The guy who is checking us is being a real hard-case, he's certain that I am trying to bring something in and he won't leave it alone. He's hounding me mercilessly. I'm adamant about not having anything on me, I can't figure out why this guy has such a hard-on for me. After we go back and forth for a long time I finally ask him what makes him think that I am smuggling something. He says that I told him that I was. This stuns me, I'm incredulous, I'm so taken aback that I'm actually stammering, I know that I never would have said anything of the sort. I demand to see his superior and also to see the video playback of our exchange so that he can prove to me that I said what I KNOW I didn't say. Then his supervisor comes out, she tells me that after reviewing the videotape it appears that I did mumble something about having "two and a half grams" on me. I am totally flummoxed. I know for absolute certain that I have nothing at all illegal in my bags or on my person and I tell her so. I volunteer for a body cavity search just to put all of this nonsense to rest, after all we've been stalled here for hours for no good reason. She tells me that's not necessary, she's just going to write me up a ticket for posession based on my video confession. At this point I am really losing my cool, I'm about to blow my top. I demand to see the video clip she is talking about, she tells me that is totally against procedure for me to view it, I'll just have to take her word for it. I'm so pissed off I can feel the veins popping on my neck, I'm ready to explode. When I awaken I can't shake the pissed off feeling and it takes me quite a while to realize that it was only a dream and to stop being angry.



"Judging The Band"
-May 16 2007

I'm at some sort of expo, there are many kiosks or booths each featuring a different band of musicians. The booth that I am at has these old guys promoting their band, they all have grey hair and I'm guessing that they are probably 70-80 yrs. old. I am looking at their logo which is some kind of riddle. The symbol means something and I am compelled to figure it out. I stare at it for quite some time and then I get it, I know exactly what it means, it is the name of their band. It spells out the name "Arrive And Loving It" and I tell them so. They are really impressed and tell me that I'm the first person, aside from themselves, to figure it out. I can see the logo in my head in the dream, it is quite clever, but it does not translate into the waking world at all, it just doesn't make any sense for real. I wake up feeling like I've solved a puzzle, very content.



"Simpsons Hell Camp"
-May 16 2007

This is probably one of the longest dreams I've ever had in my life, it went on for weeks. I am Homer Simpson (how cool is that?!) and I'm with my family - wife Marge, daughter Lisa, son Bart and baby Maggie. We are going in to a Simpsons themed amusement park, riding in on a little train. Once inside we find out that it's actually some kind of prison camp and we are forced to work like slaves. The conditions are horrific, we are whipped to work harder and we are all chained together making escape impossible. After we've been there for 3 or 4 weeks and are pretty much useless anymore, having been worked nearly to death, we are put on a little train out. Everyone aboard is thrilled to finally be leaving this hell-on-earth. On the way out, which is kind of a confusing obstacle course we pass another little train going in the other direction with a whole bunch of fresh-faced "visitors" all smiling. Poor bastards don't know what lies in store for them. All the way out my family are taunting and teasing the staff, a lot. So much so in fact that when we get to the end and are finally freed I see that I'm the only one that got out, apparently because of their behaviour my family has been taken back in again. I actually do a Homer "D'oh!" and resolve to go back in after them. When I get back in I see the ring leader, a really big woman who I remember has really bad knees. Before they shackle me I grab something big and heavy and whack the big woman across her knees, she goes down like a sack of potatoes, cursing. I see the family and round them up while she's out of commission, we manage to find the exit and escape. Outside we are walking around in a massive picnic area, with campground style picnic tables everywhere. All of the people that are sitting there are all of the people in the credits at the end of the show, somehow I just know this.



"Room-mates Key Exchange"
-May 16 2007

I'm moving in with a bunch of room-mates, a whole bunch of people I don't know. We are all in what I assume is the living room and everyone is exchanging keys, apparently each person has their own lock so each person needs one of each of the other people's keys. There are 7 or 8 of us so my keyring is getting quite big. Rather short dream but vivid nonetheless.



"Cornerstore Parking"
-May 16 2007

I'm pulling out of a parking space in a car in a parking lot, there's a snowplow there clearing snow so everyone is waiting for the plow to get out of the way so that we can all get out of the lot. I park to the side in the meantime and walk over to a cornerstore. A baby deer comes over to me and I scratch it's chin and rub it's nose, it's so cute. Then as I am going in to the cornerstore a woman outside is asking me for help, seems her car is stuck in the snow. I go over and move some debris out from behind her car, then I get in and start it up and back out from where she thought it was stuck. She is very appreciative. I go into the store and I'm looking up and down the isles for something but I can't find whatever it is that I am looking for. I keep on going back and forth from one end of the store to the other and at one point I even ask the cashier for what it is that I need, even after she tells me where it is I still can't find it. Some kids come into the store, when I notice what it is that they are looking at I realize that's what I was wanting too. I don't even know what it is but I grab a bunch and head to the checkout. Not a very long dream but rather frustrating.

Hey, just thought I'd stop by and check out your journal. Hope you don't mind me commenting.

You got some good dreams in there, especially the one with smoking the frog. I can see it perfectly... made me laugh. Maybe I should try that out.

You've dreamt about BC a couple of times, I can see it as being a dreamsign for you to help you get lucid. I actually happen to live in BC.

Congrats on the first lucid dream - it is liberating, isn't it? I love having that feeling of awareness spread over you, and you just think... I can do anything.

Cool stuff, man, keep up those dreams!

Thanks CoLd BlooDed, I don't mind at all, I wouldn't post 'em if they were meant to be private. I wouldn't recommend smoking any frogs tho... Even though I've dreamt of BC I've never actually been there. My best buddy (Luke) moved there a few years back so no doubt that's why I know I'm there when he's in the dream. And yeah that first lucid was a real trip, especially since I've been wanting it for SOOOO long.

"Window Washer"
-May 17 2007

I'm with my friend J. we are going to a construction site to help a friend of his with a big window washing job on a tall, half built, building. We go to a small house to get our tools and then he proceeds to give us a lesson on how to use the equipment. Then there is some Asian girl there, she is really upset about where we have set up our gear and so she takes it upon herself to move it. The guy we are working with is equally pissed off and moves everything back where it was again. Then I go back to the little house to get some tool I forgot and all my in-laws are there, they have all got together for some kind of dinner. This part of the dream was very detailed but I don't remember a lot of it. A big argument breaks out about something, my uncle in-law is yelling his head off, makes all the little kids cry, little cousin C. is hiding under the couch. I go back to the window washing job but when I get there I am putting up pictures on the walls inside the apartment units. Then my Dad is there, helping me with the layout of one of the pictures on a computer, he starts to give me a lecture about how he wants me to take this job very seriously and be very dedicated when I come back to work again on Monday.

Well... I'm officially getting back into active journalling. While I was in training I just didn't have the time to keep it up, but now things are getting back to normal & I finally have a chance to get it going again. I'm still dreaming 2-3 good dreams a night, but my recall is very fleeting, I am hoping that keeping my journal consistently again will help to improve my recall AND possibly get me my 2nd lucid. Still only one under my belt. Ever since starting training all I ever dream about anymore is driving that goddamned bus!

"Buy the Bus"
-July 19 2007

I am in a garage at work with some co-workers, we are chatting. Someone drives by in an articulated bus that they bought and now own, everyone is talking about that, I say to them "well hell, why not buy as bus? At that price it's a real steal of a deal". I think I mention that buying a bus costs the same as renting one (for an operator it's $65/day) totally fucking wrong. The bus drives away and we all keep on talking.

Doesn't sound like that great of a deal, those buses are hard on gas. I recognized the bus, and noticed you're in Stitsville. Not too far from me in Ottawa.

Originally Posted by Phydeaux_3

I say to them "well hell, why not buy as bus? At that price it's a real steal of a deal". I think I mention that buying a bus costs the same as renting one (for an operator it's $65/day) totally fucking wrong. The bus drives away and we all keep on talking.

Originally Posted by The Cusp

Doesn't sound like that great of a deal, those buses are hard on gas. I recognized the bus, and noticed you're in Stitsville. Not too far from me in Ottawa.

OK, that's why I said "totally fucking wrong"... if you could BUY a bus for $65 that would really be one helluva deal, would it not? And yeah, when an operator (driver) rents (charters) one for the day it comes full of fuel, and believe me you'd be hard pressed to drive it out of deisel in a day, no matter how many times you went from Barhaven to Orleans and back (I did it for 8 hours straight on the 95 one night - still tons of fuel left).

Who knows, if you ride the bus you may see me as your driver one day. Whereabouts in Ottawa are you?

"Trainers Dealing"
-July 20 2007

I pull my bus up to the curb and park it. I walk over to where all of my instructors are with the next group of trainees. S is there doing some kind of shady deal with someone. It seems to me as if the other trainers are watching his back. It looks like a transaction of something illicit as far as I can tell, he's handing the other guy something secretively and getting the cash in his other hand for it. They don't seem to mind that I have noticed what they are doing. I ask them a few questions about the new group of trainees and then I go and start up my bus and leave.

OK, so I'm finally going to get back into journaling, after a much too long hiatus. Last night I had a super-epic dream so what better to start off my journal entries with.

"French Boat Ride"
-Sept 20 2007

I'm in a little row-boat with some French chef guy who I don't know, he looks an awful lot like Tim Roth. He is telling me all about how he discovered wines, I ask him if it is true that once you start drinking expensive wines you can't go back to the less expensive ones after that, and that you are "spoiled"? He tells me "no, that is rubbish" and goes on to tell me all about a whole bunch of different wines that he has learned to enjoy a lot. I tell him that I am more of a beer guy and that really I'm much more into tasting all kinds of different beers, especially white beers. We talk a LOT. He then tells me that he is going to show me "a secret", something that someone showed to him a long time ago while in boat too. He tells me to rub my moustache, almost as if I am brushing my teeth, in an up-and-down motion, and to close my eyes at the same time. As I do this I start to feel the wind on my face (& I mean REALLY feel it!) as if I'm in a motorboat moving really fast. The more I stroke my 'stache the windier my face feels. Then I start to hear waves crashing and I am smiling, somehow I know that I am now alone in the boat and that he has somehow shown me how to move great distances, I am smiling the hugest smile, ear-to-ear. I wake up & realize that the sound I am hearing is the Newport Waves binaural beats track in the headphones. I can't stop smiling, it was the greatest feeling in the World. Once again, my dream-world has carried over into my waking-world, the last time that happened a lucid was soon to follow.

"Car Crash & Ice Cream"
-Sept 21 2007

I had 2 more super dreams last night, only problem is that I didn't write them down (stoopid!) and I only remember 1 of them now. Let that be a lesson to me, jot down in rough first thing in the morning. D'oh!

So, I am cruising down the highway with my Father-in-law and my wife in his car, he is driving (quite fast too I might add!) and then suddenly in front of us all the lanes are closed but one. Because of how fast he is going he has to react quickly and picks the lane that he thinks is open, only he picks the wrong one and we go crashing through the detour sign and spinning out of control. We do a bunch of 360's and finally come to rest safely and in tact. We decide to get off the highway and go for ice cream. We exit at the next off-ramp and stop at a Dairy Queen. It's very odd, the counter is at the top of a huge hill. We have to climb up there to get our orders, only we aren't getting what we ordered, we are getting what the people before us ordered, they are still at the drive-thru window and we are being served their ice creams. The server hands me "my" ice cream and the cone is cracked, when I tell her about it she says she will fix it and then hands me an even more broken cone to replace it with, then the whole sorded mess falls to the pavement. When I complain to her about it she tells me "sorry, there's nothing I can do about that one, it's on the ground now." I am really upset and wake up really grouchy about not getting my ice cream. Ha!

"Snow Unicycle"
-Sept 22 2007

I'm in a little portable office, like a trailer, the ones they set up as temporary schoolrooms and that sort of thing. I am chatting with an old friend of mine C. He is telling me something about how I need something to go any further, I'm not exactly sure exactly what we are talking about. I tell him that I'll go and get it and be right back. I jump on a unicycle (which I can't ride IRL) and go out the door and down the stairs effortlessly, there is a LOT of snow on the ground, like it is late winter. I realize at this point that I'm only wearing a pair of trackpants, no shirt & no shoes or socks. Still I continue on my merry way, unicycling through the snow easily, thinking to myself that it's only a short ride and I can make it with what little clothes I have on. I'm not cold at all, even though I probably should be.


(Funny, even though I've never ridden a unicycle and don't have the foggiest idea how to do it, that's exactly how I was riding, holding on to the seat with one hand like that, almost like bull-riding.)

"Eaten weed"
-Sept 25 2007

I'm standing in my kitchen talking to my old pal M who I haven't seen for a while. He is going on and on about my new car, he really likes it a lot. My Wife is there too, apparently everyone has eaten a bud, M is asking me how long it will take to "kick in"? I tell him I don't know. There's a guy from work there too, P. I'm pretty sure he doesn't partake of the kind herb, he is asking me when supper will be ready because he doesn't want to get too high on an empty stomach. Seems as though I'm the only one who didn't eat any weed.

Went back to bed this morning after my early run for a nap. Had a REALLY vivid (but unfortunately non-lucid) dream.

"Rainbow Bikini Wife"
-Oct 03 2007

I am following my Wife around our house "harrassing" her, I can't keep my hands off of her. I'm feeling her up & rubbing up against her relentlessly. She is wearing a bikini (she would NEVER be caught DEAD in a bikini - I KNOW this!) that is rainbow colored. It is very scant, teeny-weeny if-you-will. She doesn't seem very interested in my advances.

I awoke with severe morning wood. How I didn't realize that this was impossible is beyond me. My Wife wearing a bikini is right up there with hell freezing over.

That unicycling through the snow dream was hilarious. Even though it's a DJ and anything is possible, I still never expected something like that.

Are you sure that guy's grabbing his seat? Looks like he's trying to keep the boys warm.

"T's mansion"
-Oct 05 2007

I'm at my friend/coworker T's house, or should I say mansion. I know (or rather have the feeling) that I've been here before. I am giving my Aunt a tour of the huge place, telling her that my Wife & I had first option on this house when it went up for sale, when T & I graduated it was offered to both of us but that Gazzoo & I declined. This place is HUGE. I can see that T & his Wife have redecorated a bunch and that it has changed a lot since the last time I was here. They've got this whole frog decor thing going on, the banisters have little frog-head top pieces and a bunch of other froggy stuff. T is showing a bunch of little kids the trains that run around and through the walls like Mr. Rogers' did. I am trying to talk to him but he is just downright ignoring me. I can't take it anymore & I leave. When I am pulling out of the driveway I see that this house is right beside the bus yard where we work and that the buses sort of go through part of his laneway to get in and out of the yard. I pass a bus going in the other direction as I am leaving, driving it is an ex co-worker of mine D. I think to myself that D is probably going out of his way to drive across T's laneway, there's no real reason for him to have to drive there.




"Alternative Fuel Salesman"
-Oct 05 2007

A salesman is trying to sell me an alternative fuel system for my car. He is the really cheesy type, trying too hard. He's explaining how his system works and showing me all the aparatus that goes along with it. One end of a white corugated hose goes into the refueling spout, the other end goes to a big clear plastic bag of sorts, where you put a tablet or "pill" in and fill with water. The more I try to tell him no the more persistent he is. I cannot get a word in edgewise, he will not let me speak at all. I am just dying to tell him that this get-up will invalidate my warranty but he won't let me say even one word. He just keeps going on and on and on, about "wouldn't you like better gas mileage?", "Just imagine the savings" & "Go three times as far on one tank of gas" etc. He will not let up. He's actually trying to assemble this contraption to my car, now I'm really getting uppity. I just want to tell this cheesy asshole to please go and fuck himself. I woke up still rather peeved. One of the most annoying dreams I've ever had.

"Old Friends Leaving"
-Oct 06 2007

I am in my backyard holding my son Max in my arms, a very old friend whom I haven't seen for a long, long time is in my neighbor's yard on the other side of our fence trying to start a truck. I am trying to get her attention so that she can see my boy, I am holding him up in the air. Her Mother and Brother drive up in the neighbor's driveway in their car, I am thrilled to see her Brother, he was one of my best friends growing up. She gets in the car with them and they are leaving. I am really upset because I wanted to see more of them. Someone asks me what is the matter, probably my Wife but I am not sure, I say that I'm mad because they only just got here and now they are leaving again for a whole month and I didn't even get a chance to say "hi" or anything. They drive off.