Thread: L33tsaber's Dream Journal

1. It's fall break (in the dream anyway), so I'm visiting home. I go downstairs to feed my cat, and for some reason, the food is arranged all fancy in her dish... and there are waffles. Cat-food waffles.

2. Something about going to a Best Buy to use a machine that's like a photocopier for audiocassettes, and I can't figure it out. Also, the store is really small and empty and looks more like an office than a retail.

1. Some stuff about wandering around the halls of my dorm.

2. Something involving Raz from Psychonauts.

3. Something about being in my grandparents' house and finding a big brown spider on a toilet seat and running away shrieking.
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Woke up, went to class, came back, checked my dA to see if anyone had commented on my latest bit of fanart, went back to sleep.
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4. At some point during my nap, I was spinning around and around for some reason, so I walked slowly in the opposite direction of the spins, and there was some odd sense that I was opening my eyes while still in the dream. At that point, I was somewhat aware that I was in a dream, and constantly reminded myself of that fact. Then there was something about walking across a huge, glitter-covered paper roulette wheel and scrunching it up with my feet, and I must have lost awareness before I could do anything fun or useful with it. Aw, nuts. -_-'


It's too bad I'm so close to beating Psychonauts now (I'm starting on the black velvet painting mind, and there's onoly one more locked door in the Collective Unconscious. 'Course, I'm going to take a little break to go find the other vault I'm missing in Milla's mind and I think there's one more bit of emotional baggage in Sasha's mind, too). It might be a helpful aid to play some every day before sleep since the whole premise is exploring people's minds 'n stuff.

All I can remember is that I was outside my old house, and there was a red fox. It walked right up to me, so I thought it'd be all right to pet it. But when I tried, it hissed at me and scratched and bit my hand. I was rather scared that I'd have to undergo that scary series of rabies shots, but somehow I found myself muttering "This is a dream, it's not real" over and over until I woke up.



Come to think of it, that fox acted just like my cat, Sophie. She always comes up to you as if she wants to be petted, and then she'll hiss and bite you. Huh.

Another NSFW, questioning-my-preferences dream.

Starts out fairly normal, just walking to a TCBY for some frozen yogurt. There are four girls my age sitting at one of the tables, and there's a brief conversation about a dance.


Scene change or separate dream and it gets weird: I'm in my room in my new house. I'm standing in front of a mirror, and the upper half of my body is completely bare for some reason. One of the girls from the conversation in the TCBY suddenly sneaks up behind me and begins playing with my breasts. I wasn't at all bothered by this, and had to admit it actually felt kind of nice. I simply relaxed and let her continue.

Her hands start to trail lower, but suddenly she stops and backs away, saying she can't just do something like that since I never actually asked her to and since we didn't really know each other at all.

And that's pretty much where the dream ended, since my roommate came in and woke me up from my nap with all the shuffling and clanking and door/drawer-slamming noise that generally goes with cleaning her half of the room.

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So... yeah. Weird dream.

Um... something about getting a worksheet in my mathematics course?

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I haven't been remembering dreams much lately. Possibly because I don't get much sleep what with morning classes and my roommate staying up with the light on until 2 AM...

Oh, almost forgot to post from last night!


1. I'm looking through my manga collection, and I realize that half of it is overdue library material. (I recall Loveless, Bokurano, and Evangelion being among the titles.) Boy was I glad to wake up and realize it was just a dream and that I don't owe any library fines. And that there were no call-numbers on the spines of the books anyway.

2. I'm in some strange town where all the housing blocks are arranged like a level from a 3D platform-action game. (So you have to jump up to get to certain houses, and down to get to others, and across gaps to still others.)

Somebody grabs me from behind, and holds me up to a table thing in the middle of nowhere so that my feet are on the table and a man is examining them and saying that they're perfect. For what, I'm not sure, though at the time I had the feeling I was going to be forced into ballet dancing or something.

The person behind me starts drawing a picture in chalk of me on the table, but in a style that makes the image also look rather like a character from Psychonauts -- specifically Milla Vodello, the 'Mental Minx'. I remark, "...I look... like Milla?"

An accented, female voice from behind me purrs reassuringly, "Because you are, darling." A voice that sounded rather like (and used the mannerisms of)... the aforementioned Mental Minx.

...and that's all I remember.

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Couple remarks. First... is Bokurano even available Stateside? Second... Of all the Psychonauts characters who could've shown up in my dreams, why Milla?

1. Don't remember much other than that it involved Major Ocelot from MGS3 doing certain NSFW things to me with his hands.

2. Something about a cartoon-turned-video game about a hound of some sort running away from his owner.

3. I'm in a class with a very weird teacher whose assignments make no sense and has us perform a bunch of nonsense skits for situations she makes up.

Also, there was something about me dressing up as Sniper Wolf from MGS, and carrying around a box of Tic-Tacs as a prop.

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1. Weird. I'm so used to my NSFW dreams being ones involving girls, so suddenly throwing Major Ocelot in there has thrown me for a loop. Make up your mind, subconscious!

2. Standard dream fare.

3. Hm... the Tic-Tacs for pretend diazepam is actually a pretty clever idea. I might do that if I ever cosplay the Lady Sniper.

1. Something about a shooting contest wherein the participants each only had one shot, and they had to hit targets moving along a train track, and the person whose target moved the farthest distance before being hit was the winner. I lost, of course.

2. Something about there being a baby shower in the lobby of my residence hall, so I couldn't get from my dorm room to any of the buildings outside.

3. Somehow managing to get outside, I'm looking for the Fine Arts Building so I can practice "Sea Fever", which has been stuck in my head for pretty much the duration of the dream. I end up in a movie theater where there's a two-minute parody of Star Wars where everybody except Darth Vader is replaced by a Marvel superhero. The comic heroes make everything explode, and the movie's over. I try to remember the lyrics to "Sea Fever", and find that I've forgotten the second verse.

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...but I know the second verse! I must go down to the seas again/For the call of the running tide/Is a wild call and a clear call/That cannot be denied/And all I ask is a windy day/With the white clouds flying/And the flung spray and the blown spume/And the seagulls crying. This might be the first time I've really ever forgotten a song in a dream that I remember in real life as opposed to the other way around.

1. In my old school, I'm playing a game with some of my classmates that involves stacking potato chips into a tower. The person who makes the tower fall over only gets one chip from the pile while the other players divide the rest in a one-for-you, one-for-me, two-for-you, two-for-me, et cetera pattern. I play with pretzels instead of chips. I lose the first round, but while walking home from the school, I am carrying (and munching on) a sizable stack of chips and pretzels.

2. I'm in a weird building, and I'm playing SoulCalibur II. My character is Taki, and the opponent is Xianghua, but nobody is controlling her, so she just stands there while I win. For some reason, the experience caused certain... shall we say... disturbances to occur in *ahem* 'southern Tselinoyarsk'.

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I find that the physical sensations in Part 2 have not been a particularly rare occurrence in my dreams, though I don't recall them ever happening before this year. Huh.

Very interesting. All of these are very...precise.
That's amazing.
I want to learn how to lucid quite thoroughly, but have terrible Memory Capacity.
Some of those dreams make me laugh, some make me happy.
Some are just akward.
I'm hoping to start a journal soon.
Wish me luck.
Good luck to yourself, with whatever endeavors you plan.

Originally Posted by Genji

Very interesting. All of these are very...precise.
That's amazing.
I want to learn how to lucid quite thoroughly, but have terrible Memory Capacity.
Some of those dreams make me laugh, some make me happy.
Some are just akward.
I'm hoping to start a journal soon.
Wish me luck.
Good luck to yourself, with whatever endeavors you plan.

I do all right with regards to memory (though sometimes I forget to write things down!), but I still have a horrible time attaining or maintaining lucidity. Such a fleeting thing.

Here's wishing us all luck with our dreaming endeavors!

Well, last night's dream started out pretty normal... well, normal for a dream anyway. But it gets pretty weird (and NSFW) pretty fast.

1. I'm in my university's cafeteria, and I decide I want some root beer. But there's this little kid in the way who thinks root beer is like regular beer or something, so I have to explain the difference. And then there's something about a convertible driving through the cafeteria at the exact moment I'm pulling the lever for soft-serve vanilla ice cream (so I can have a float) and the ice cream fills the car. I decide "heck with it" and try making a float using the car since the ice cream's already in there.

Suffice to say I'm in trouble. So I run like crazy out of the cafeteria, but instead of the union building, it's this bizarre and gigantic version of my old high school. I run up the stairs and into various classrooms (suddenly realizing it was the first day of classes and I missed my criminal justice course) but there was nobody to be found...

...except for this one girl either my age or older with dark hair who was acting as sort of a hall monitor. And she knew about the convertible root beer float incident. But she says there's a way to get her to not report it to the authorities...


And knowing the way my dreams have been getting as of late, you can probably guess what that was.


Anyway, we both duck into this gigantic empty locker room and into separate bathroom stalls, presumably to undress. Unsure of whether or not to go through with this, I formulate a plan to leave while she's not looking... and it doesn't work. By the time I'm out in the main area of the locker room (still wearing my undergarments), she's already waiting. So I cautiously approach, not sure who's supposed to make the first move. The hall monitor directs me to lie facedown (oddly, the tiled floor isn't all that uncomfortable), and begins trying various touches and strokes to see which ones make me respond favorably (and there were quite a few of those) and keeps track of them on a weird chart.


At some point during this, I wake up, confused as usual.

There was some sort of enormous school where there are no set classes, the students don't have to attend the same class every day, and the cafeteria is available at all hours of the day.

After lunch (some sort of mysterious meatloaf thing because everything else was out of stock), I'm playing solitaire on the computer in a cozy office room, and some guy comes in telling me that a music student (assumed to be your standard bishonen-with-odd-silver-hair) is missing his coat. The coat in question is described to be my burgundy wool jacket with the black and white sailor collar (in real life, this is a cheerleading letter jacket the band director was trying to get rid of because it had been in the band room closet for years without the real recipient ever showing up to get it, so I bought it since I'm a sucker for sailor collars).

So I go on a quest to find the person who needs the coat. I try the music room, and am completely awed by the selection of instruments. In the back of the room, there was practically a library's worth of shelves upon shelves of percussion instruments, including bizarre ones made of paperclips and amethyst crystals.

One of the band students is kicked out because he has holes in his jeans, so I'm given his spot in the class.


...and then the phone rang, so I had to wake up.

Last night was pretty much a never-ending series of stuff relating to the history test I was studying for. For some reason, studying involved rolling up items into a Katamari.

Well, that and there was a little bit where I was Sora from Kingdom Hearts. For some reason, the game was expanded so you could find one of three pieces of "educational" information in it (like a Van Gogh painting or something). I wandered into this one dark room with an enormous monster in it, and ended up being so frightened that I woke up. When I went back to sleep, it was back to Katamari Damacy-ing history information.

I did my first ever RC during a nap today. The circumstances were awkward as hell and some arguing and construction noise outside woke me up almost immediately after I had gained lucidity, but still...


Anyway, I was in this house. Outside, it looked like a trailer. Inside, it was more like a mansion. And the police were searching for someone. So I kept trying to find places to hide, and the only place that was totally dark was the bathroom. And I figured that while I was in there, I may as well use it, so I pulled down my pants and was halfway done with the toilet when I realized I hadn't done the same for my underwear.

Of course, this would be pretty embarrassing if it were a real-life occurrence, so I pinched my nose and... breathed right through it! What a relief... this whole thing was just a dream. Just as I was deciding how best to get out of the house... things got noisy and I woke up. I pinched my nose again for good measure just to make sure.

Well, I've learned that even at its lowest volume and on a very gentle song (like Aerith's theme), using an iPod set to play at a certain time wakes me up instead of working into a dream. Other than that...

1. I'm part of an adventuring party, and a small group breaks off from the main to do a very important task -- distracting some pursuers by throwing them off our trail. To do that, we had to scatter a bunch of polished semiprecious stone spheres (think Materia replicas) around. We got caught, and the only way we managed to keep them from killing us was to show them Facebook and the YouTube clips of that one Phoenix Wright musical.

2. I go to a game store to find something new to play, and instead find myself in the middle of some bizarre FPS/stealth game where I have to avoid cameras that look suspiciously like the ones in the Aperture Science Enrichment Center in Portal and can, for some reason, shoot lasers. The only way to destroy the cameras without drawing attentionf rom the other cameras is to use a laser as well. Then the boss was this great big TV that kept flashing random crazy text and stuff and had already killed a guy who had tried to get through the building before. It required all my ammo from all my different weapons to make the TV explode.

Then there was something about Wal-Mart, shampoo, a dictionary, and a Cowboy Bebop episode that doesn't exist.

Decided to try the iPod again, but I didn't hear it this time around. Woke up to find that the earpieces had fallen out. Anywho, last night's dreams involved something about...

1. Ink-paintings of cranes

2. Licensed products at their most bizarre and nonsensical: Watchmen chocolates. Or were they pocket-watches? Or lotion bottles? (Lotion filled chocolate pocket-watches, maybe?) They kept changing every time I looked at the shelf.

I'm trapped in some sort of facility that oddly resembles my old high school. Same brick walls and tile flors and wooden stair railings (and no elevator). My best friend is also there, but we don't get to see each other. Everyone who's stuck in the building is given a special card for identification, and if we leave the building or enter or exit a room without permission, an alarm will sound and (I presume) bad things will happen.

I'm led to my single room, which is quite small, and the bed is actually a large beanbag chair.

---(There's a time skip here, or a skip in what I remember about the dream)---

Next thing I know, I'm told that I can turn in my identification card and leave. I turn in my card, but I remember that my friend somehow lost hers. I suddenly realize there's an extra card in my pocket, so I try to go to the ninth floor of the building to find her, but she's not there.

At this point, I wake up.

Can't remember many of the details of the dream I had during my afternoon nap. Only that I somehow had a loose tooth, which fell out three seconds after I discovered it was loose, and then turned into blood-covered oatmeal.

I recall thinking "...but I have all my adult teeth already. I hope this is just a dream... yeah, maybe it's a dream." Then for the next few seconds, I ended up talking to myself about whatever I was doing (putting on clothes, grabbing bags to go shopping)... and then I ended up losing my minimal control and woke up a while later.

I was at a concession stand somewhere random on my college campus, and they served all kinds of Japanese food if you knew how to ask for it (since it wasn't listed on the menu).

So I ordered takoyaki, and kept having to ask people if they knew how to eat it without hurting themselves. (Those things stay really hot inside, and since they're so gooey, you generally have to eat 'em in one bite anyway. I have yet to master the technique, since I've only ever eaten takoyaki once in my lifetime.)

Ack... my cramps are so horrible that I even dreamed about them during my afternoon nap.

There was also something about looking for a butterfly charm to replace the one that broke on my favorite cell phone strap. (Which I'm still trying to do in real life as well.)

I had a handful of weird dreams and dream fragments during my nap today.

1. In one of them, I seem to recall doing the pinch-the-nose reality check and breathing right through it. The thought that I needed to find my Dream Guide crossed my mind, but so did the thought that I really needed a bathroom, so it would be best if I tried to wake up instead. But in trying to wake up, the only thing that really happened was that I found myself in my bedroom at home instead of my dorm room, no longer aware that I was dreaming.

2. I was on a gravel road under a bridge, trying to find my Tigger wristwatch but not finding the right one (all of them had a little electronic keyboard on the back. I think I tried to play February Song on one).

3. An evil toy robot dude has a detachable arm. The arm has the personality of a little girl, and she'll answer any question you ask. But the rest of the body takes away the arm's batteries before I could ask the arm how to defeat the robot.

4. I walk past a kid trying to pick up a duck. The duck lets him pick it up, but then it tries to bite him. The kid calls it a "kissing duck" that seems to be somewhat famous around these parts for doing that.

5. Something about a white feather boa where some of the feathers have random black tips, adn then on the other end of the boa, it's solid green. It's on a table with a bunch of craft supplies where my family is trying to get a photograph taken (with a background somehow reminiscent of a handful of Legend of Zelda games mixed together).

All I've got are fragments today.

1. Something about looking out a car window towards the top of a cliff to see a pack of wolves that had cat-like fur coloration.

2. Walking home from school in my old town. There's somebody following me, so I run. He starts running, too. When I get to my driveway, he leaves. Turns out all he wanted was a race.

3. For the twenty-fifth anniversary of some cruise line or another, one of the activities involves high-diving off the back of the ship into the ocean in various locations.

The dream during my afternoon nap had something to do with a bizarre game show for which I'm sitting in the audience. The guy in the seat next to me is humming "As Long As You're Mine" from Wicked, so I start singing along. For some reason, we kept forgetting the words, and I think one of us made up a new verse.

By the time we get to "borrow the moonlight until it is through..." we've somehow ended up onstage, and when the song is finished, the game show host gives me a package of Maruchan Yakisoba. I suddenly realize the entire thing was planned, just to get rid of some noodles.

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I have never forgotten the words to a Wicked song before, even in a dream. When I woke up, I sang through it quickly, and the lyrics were right where I left 'em. No extra verse, no skipped parts.