Thread: Kylie's Dream Journal

Well, it was scary when it was happening, even if I don't remember it now. Perhaps my memory tried to block it all out, it hated it so much.

And thanks, Clairity and Adam! I think the details of the dreams are what make them so interesting; those little things that make it so real.

*sigh* Bad recall last night.

Wednesday, August 22, 2007. 1 total recall.

Dream One: (Fragment)

It's morning and I'm laying in bed when someone knocks on my door. They don't wait for me to answer and just walk right in-- it's my brother and his friend (A or T... I can't remember right now). They sit down on my floor and start to pet my dogs (who have both come in the room with them). I sit up quickly and ask them what they need-- they say nothing, it's just time for me to get up and they felt like sitting in my room. I respond by agreeing that I'll get up but they have to leave-- so I can get dressed and stuff. They pretty much ignore that, and keep playing with the dogs and talking to each other.

Finally I just get up anyway and start looking for my bathing suit so I can go to work, and I glance at the clock and see it's past one o'clock (pm). I'm upset because I was supposed to be at work by ten, and I can't imagine how I managed to oversleep by that much (I NEVER oversleep. I don't even need to set and alarm and I'll be up by eight most mornings). I run downstairs to find my mom, but when I see the clock down there, it's only eleven o'clock... still not good, but better than one.

And despite all this number-changing I didn't become lucid. Ah well.

Originally Posted by SurvivorKylie

Finally I just get up anyway and start looking for my bathing suit so I can go to work,

Looking for your "bathing suit".. are you a life guard??

You seem to have trouble seeing dream signs.. I am like you, great recall, no lucidity. I mean, I was in a ladies house. All her toilets were sideways but the water didn't flow out and she owned an invizible dog... but I still didn't go lucid!!

Right on, Clairity! I work at a country-club pool; which has both its advantages and disadvantages. Done for the summer now, actually, but prolly going back again next summer!

I do miss them a lot, Yamluver, and when I do manage to become lucid it's total luck; I never realize what it is that made me know, I just... do. Perhaps twice in the past three months I've recognized a dreamsign or realized something was totally wrong and out of place. But practice makes perfect, right?

Thursday, August 24, 2007. 3 total recall.

Dream One: Goodbyes, Non-Lucid.

I am standing on a beach, watching Ami and Twila (from Survivor: Vanuatu) hug each other and say their goodbyes. Ami has given Twila a necklace, something she has not and refuses to do for any of the other people she played the game with. They’re hugging and crying about how they’re going to miss each other but about how great a friendship they had and never to forget one another.

The scene changes, and now I am looking down over this enormous, breathtaking gorge. There’s waterfalls running all down the sides of it, a river in the middle, and some people off to one side waving to someone in a helicopter. The view switches to this blue helicopter, and Ami is standing inside waving as it flies off. The whole dream had a very somber feel too it: it really was sad to see her go.

Thoughts: I’ve been watching Survivor: Vanuatu re-runs with my family non-stop the past few days. That’s definitely where these two girls come in, but the interesting thing is how loving and nice Ami turned out in the dream. The show makes her off to be a self-righteous bitch, and everyone who has ever watched it has hated her immensely, but… this time around I began to see things from her POV and didn’t hate her quite as much. Perhaps that ties in.

Dream Two: Go Fish.

I am in a huge room, sitting in a chair arranged in a circle. The circle of chairs fills up the entire room; it’s really enormous. And cold—it kind of feels like we’re sitting in an icebox. Everyone is holding a piece of paper that has one (or two) words on it. We’re calling the game “Go Fish,” but it’s nothing like Go Fish at all. The point of the game is to get two cards in your hands that, when you arrange the letters differently, will spell out the words “lucid dream.” (I know, how sad is that? I didn’t think to do an RC). Anyway, KV is sitting next to me, and she hands me a card that says “lucid dreaming” on it and says something like “there’s a gift for you, Kylie.” I look at the two cards in my hands and realize I’ve won in about four hundred different ways, so I wave my arms in the air and say that I won. A bunch of other people are saying the same thing. RL suddenly sees me and comes over to sit next to me. He looks at the cards in my hands and is surprised to see that I really have won.

The scene changes, and now we are sitting in a supermarket. Again it’s really really cold, and we’re just sort of perched on this wall in the middle of the store. Pretty much everyone has disappeared except for RL, who is sitting next to me trying to warm me up because I’m so flippin’ cold. There are three little boys standing to the side of us, looking at a coloring book. One has this weird mask over his face, and the other two are simply dressed in winter coats and hats and such. One of them looks at the coloring book and starts to yell at the kid in the mask for ruining it or something. The other boy steps in and says “No he didn’t because… I did it!” The angry boy stomps off, and for some reason RL and I are really touched by what the other boy did for his friend. Ryan kisses him (it wasn’t weird or anything, it was just like… well, kissing a little kid), and I give the kid a hug and whisper a thank-you in his ear and tell him how he was really brave.

I see that the kid in the mask is looking upset, so I pull him over too and say something nice (I don’t remember what). My face gets all wet when I hug him, and I realize that the mask he is wearing is full of ice and snow, so RL helps him take it off. When we take it off there’s snow on his eyelashes and his lips are blue, and we’re sitting there worried about him and wondering if he’s okay when a man walks up from behind us and grabs the kid. We figure it’s his dad, but he grabbed him so roughly we’re still worried about him. The dad drops the kid on a table and yells at him, then pushes him so he falls face-fist onto the ground—

At that point I wake up, because it was such a shock and made such a terrible noise to hear this poor kid hitting the ground like that… it gives me the shivers just thinking about it again.

Dream Three: Octopus Eggs, Non-Lucid.

I am at CC’s old house. She happens to have both an indoor pool and an outdoor pool, (and somehow they’re connected as well, LOL). There are a ton of her family members around so I feel a little out of place, but not especially—I hang out with her enough to almost be considered a part of their family, and they certainly don’t treat me any differently.

We are in the pool for a while, then I get out and do a “chemical check.” (It’s the same box we use at work, but it has different choices inside). I try to do a check for octopus eggs, (I don’t know why! I think we were having a conversation about the pool being infested with octopus eggs and if it was we all had to get out). The test involved this deep purple, almost black dye, and it got all over my fingers; I tried to wash them off in the pool but it didn’t really work. Eventually I gave up and decided to tell them there were no octopus eggs, because it was easier that way.

The scene changes, and now we are outside. I am telling two twin boys (that both look like JN from the pool—I swear, he’s the cutest toddler I’ve ever seen in my entire life), that we have to leave soon because of a thunderstorm that’s coming. (There’s really dark clouds in the sky in my dream, the wind is picking up, etc.) They don’t fight or argue with me, they just start heading towards the gate while inside the pool. I walk by the edge, fine with the fact that they’re swimming to the exit so long as they get out before the storm actually hits.

In order to get out of the pool area, though, you must walk across a slippery beam that separates one part of the pool from another. As I’m walking across it I fall off and land in the pool; so my clothes, my backpack, everything is all wet. Oh well, shit happens, and I carry on.

We walk through the parking lot and see Scout and Twila from Survivor: Vanuatu laughing at me for being all wet. I ignore them, and recall ends.

Thoughts: I’ve no idea where CC came from—I used to be really close to her (and her family), but haven’t seen her for… what, six years? Seven, maybe? (That’s not including when she came to my grandfather’s funeral, as that was a quick “Hi, I’m sorry for your loss.” Anyway, it was an interesting dream, I guess, if somewhat boring.

Thats weird about the card saying lucid dream, and here is a gift for you. Almost like your friend is saying, here is the gift of lucidity for you tonight, shame you didnt realise and have a lucid

That's a really good point, Adam. Truth be told I didn't even think about it like that until you mentioned it! Too bad I didn't take advantage of it.

Sunday, August 26, 2007. 3 total recall.

Dream One: “He’s After my Mom."

We are in a shopping mall. I am with NB and JL, and I’m holding a baby; but we’re chasing each other/being chased by each other, I don’t really remember. I think at first NB and JL are both chasing me, but midway through the dream it becomes only JL chasing both of us. We are running away from him—we leave this small store we were in and run into the main part of the mall. I run down an escalator and look behind me for NB, but she’s just standing at the top saying, “he’s after my mom," with this really blank look on her face. I yelled at her to hurry up, and suddenly JL appears flying in front of us, having jumped off from another escalator. We start trying to run up the down elevator (all the while I'm still holding this baby), and I wake up.

Dream Two: (Fragment)

I don’t remember this dream: my notes say Xena (my dog), and practice for a show. I vaguely remember a stage and singing with JO, but I know there’s more too it… I just don’t remember it.

Dream Three: Not Quite Alone.

I am inside, but there is a pool right outside my window. It is dark in the room, and my dad is sitting outside (by the window). I want him to leave so I can get changed, but he refuses, so I get annoyed and I walk upstairs to find a room I can change in. On the second floor there is a deck with glass doors: once again my dad is sitting outside the doors looking in. I tell him to leave so I can get changed, but he shakes his head no. I bang pots and pans around in the kitchen for a few minutes until my mom yells at me, then I decide to go up onto the third floor and see what’s up there.

I walk up the steps and everything suddenly gets quiet. There’s a bathroom right across from the steps, and water all over the floor: everything is flooded. I walk across the wet carpet to see if I can find the source of the water, but I haven’t looked very long when I hear a sound behind me. I turn around again and there’s a little girl with long, scraggly, dirty-blonde hair standing in the hallway looking at me. She has on a patched blue dress and striped knee-socks with black mary-janes… I remember thinking about how her shoes are going to get wet standing in the middle of a puddle like that.

I’m really creeped out, because we had no idea anyone else was in the house with us; we thought we were alone. I yell for my mom, and… well, I don’t remember what happens. Somehow we end up participating in this ropes course with the little girl. There are lots of green and red flags everywhere, and the flags have names on them: a lot of them are Harry Potter names, for some reason or another. Eventually we reach the ground and there is a group of children standing on a movable stage singing.

Originally Posted by SurvivorKylie

That's a really good point, Adam. Truth be told I didn't even think about it like that until you mentioned it! Too bad I didn't take advantage of it.

What did I tell you about those rolleyes

Yeah maybe next time you will realise that it is meant to make you lucid?

...

Tuesday, August 28, 2007. 2 total recall.

Dream One: (Fragment)

I am in the middle of a big dirt circle, and my brother is there with me. There are bags all around because someone is moving out: although there is no building in sight that they were moving out from. Somehow I end up flying over top of it all, but the wind keeps blowing me one direction so it’s hard to stay on course.

Dream Two:

I am standing outside with Adam from DV and two other people: a boy and a girl. Adam is standing in a glass box like the soundproof ones we have for the pianos here at school. He is shooting a bow and arrow at a small circle that’s about three feet away from a target. (He is not aiming for the target, he's aiming for the circle). He tells the girl to stand in front of the target while he shoots at the circle, but she's afraid he’ll miss the circle and hit her instead. To prove she won’t get hurt he shoots one at me, and he’s right—it’s like a foam-plastic arrow thing, so I laugh and she believes him and stands in there.

As he’s aiming for the circle this policeman starts to creep up towards the box. He’s crawling on the ground and trying to act like no one, especially Adam, can see him. I say “He can see you, you know,” (because he’s making himself more noticable than not), and the policeman responds with, “You think he can? Oh well.” He stands on one side of the glass box and asks me if anything has happened. I say no, and he says, "Don't move.”

By this point I’m really confused and am about to ask the policeman what’s going on, but suddenly another law official appears and jumps on Adam in the box—they handcuff him (and the other two people in the dream as well), and walk away. I stand there wondering what just happened, then wake up.

... Maybe you ought to be extra careful not to do anything illegal in the next few days, Adam.

haha thats excellent Make sure you post it in the DV member dreams thread too

o.o Will do.

Thursday, August 30, 2007. 3 total recall.

Dream One: Water Slide, Almost lucid

I am with my dad, and we’re going down this huge waterslide. It’s not steep, necessarily, it’s just really wide and really long. The water is muddy, and there’s a river or something under us. As we’re sliding along we hear music, and the harmony is really pretty—I say something to my dad about it. We finally reach the end of the slid and it drops off suddenly—my dad grabs onto something so he avoids being thrown in the river, but I didn’t know it was coming so I end up flung into the dirty brown water. When I surface again my dad laughs and says, “Why did you go in there?” I’m about to give him some sarcastic reply but something grabs my feet and I go underwater again. For the next few seconds I come up and go back under, come up and go back under—and it’s not necessarily scary, it’s just annoying, because my dad keeps laughing and asking why I don’t get whatever it is pulling me down off of me. The next time I go underwater I think to myself, “Why do I bother holding my breath every time I go under? I’m dreaming anyway, so I can breathe—“ and then the meaning of what I just said sinks in and WHAM—I’m lucid. And I wake up. I thought it was an FA but no such luck. Really disappointing, actually.

Dream Two: (Fragment), Non-Lucid

Somehow my family has become refugees somehow: we are walking down this long dirt road carrying towels and water jugs and stuff with us. Somehow I got stuck carrying a bag full of tomatoes, and my mom keeps telling me not to open them because otherwise C will get an allergic reaction. We reach an open-faced building with steps going downwards, and there is an old lady struggling with her young and strapping son or grandson or something. She’s about to fall down the steps headfirst and the boy is trying to pull her back, but he’s doing a terrible job of it, so I run and stand in front of the lady and push her back the other way—thus keeping her from falling. I said something like, “I got her,” when I did so, but the boy gets mad at me and says, “NO, I saved her.” I don’t feel like arguing with him so I smile and continue to walk down the steps, where there is some sort of house-expo taking place. Lots of green and yellow furniture everywhere, and a mirror where there should be a window to the kitchen.

Dream Three: C’s Sneakers, Non-Lucid

My brother and I are on my school campus, but the path to get across the pond is flooded. Even the other two ways you can usually go are flooded too—it’s turned into a marsh-swamp thing. There are bridges that make it a little easier, but your shoes will still get wet. We want to get across, but it’s cold and I don’t want to ruin my shoes and be wet for the rest of the day, so I go looking for a pair of old shoes that nobody will wear again in their life. I find a pair that’s too small for my brother but that fit me, so I put them on and pack an extra pair of socks and sneakers in a backpack to bring with me. I put on a winter coat then go to join him again by the flood.

Originally Posted by SurvivorKylie

WHAM—I’m lucid. And I wake up. I thought it was an FA but no such luck. Really disappointing, actually.

Yeah, reality sucks.

Only sometimes.

Sunday, September 9, 2007. 3 total recall.

Recall lately has been absolutely terrible. Pretty much since moving into school I have only remembered a total of maybe… six dreams? I did manage to have a lucid two nights ago, but I haven’t written it down yet: hopefully I’ll get to that this morning after these dreams. I was going to try Adam’s new induction technique, but to make a long story short a series of unfortunate events occured and it fell through. I'll have to try again sometime soon.

Dream One: Hide and Seek, Fragment

I am in a garage of sorts (it is very much like the garage in another dream I had, but I can’t for the life of me find where I wrote it down! I think I may have skipped it that day and that makes me mad >.<) Anyway, I am in the garage and I know that I have to hide from a man who’s about to come in. My mom wants me to lay on the floor and cover myself in the plastic balls (they are covering the floor), but I’m afraid I’ll get stepped on if I do that so I look for somewhere else.

I find a ladder and stand behind that, then pull this sled up in front of it so it covers my legs. I find a picture or something and I hold that in front of my head so that none of my body is visible. Apparently it wasn’t a very good disguise, though, because and old man with white hair walks into the garage and comes straight towards me, pulls me out from behind the stuff, and starts to walk us both towards the inside of the house.

Dream Two: On the Beach, Fragment

I am on a beach, sitting right up against the ocean. There are six or seven people in the water trying to pull these boats in, but they are carrying the boats upside down over their heads (like how you would carry one if you were out of the water). Suddenly I am with them, and we carry it up but a man yells at us and tells us we haven’t done it right, to take it back out, and to start over again. Another boy and I go back out, and I yell back asking how far we need to go. Nobody answers, but we decide that we’re far enough and turn around to bring it back to shore now.

We are floating it now, but the boy helping me is completely incompetent and isn’t doing anything but whining and moaning about it, so I pull the boat out of his hands and give it a really hard shove—we’re almost to shore anyway. It goes all the way and I get knocked over by a wave, but at least we’re done with it. The man in charge shoots me a dirty look for getting mad at the boy and doing it myself, but he doesn’t say anything more.

Dream Three: Parking Lot

I am in a parking lot where they are doing construction. It looks a little bit like the Giant / Target lot like my house, but it’s slightly different as well: it’s sort of a cross between that and the Trappe Shopping Center. I am driving my Volvo, anyway, looking for a place to park. I find one, but it’s on a hill, and every time I get out of my car it rolls backwards because the brakes don’t work or something of the sort.

The scene flips, and now I am driving someone else’s car. It’s silver and really little, and they’ve asked me to park it for them (we are still in the same lot). I park it next to one of the shopping cart placeholders, but I accidentally hit a pole when I’m parking… oops. No damage is done to the car, but I feel bad.

The scene flips again, same parking lot, but now I am driving a motorcycle. There’s people walking all around now and I have to be real careful not to hit any of them. I find another parking space and get off the motorcycle, but like the first car I was driving this one won’t stay put either, it keeps rolling after I get off of it.

Originally Posted by SurvivorKylie

Only sometimes.

Sunday, September 9, 2007. 3 total recall.

Recall lately has been absolutely terrible. Pretty much since moving into school I have only remembered a total of maybe… six dreams? I did manage to have a lucid two nights ago, but I haven’t written it down yet: hopefully I’ll get to that this morning after these dreams. I was going to try Adam’s new induction technique, but to make a long story short a series of unfortunate events occured and it fell through. I'll have to try again sometime soon.

I still think my ideas are the best, I like the goggles one, you can use them yourself too then!!

Taaaaadaaaaaa!!

Adam!! Thank you, that's really cool! And the goggles idea keeps looking more and more appealing...

I suppose the past few nights have been better, though, when I really think about it.

Wednesday, September 12, 2007. 4 total recall.

Dream One: Careful Climbing, Non-Lucid

I am on a golf course. There are two other people with me: a dream-character boy and A. I ask A something about her e-mail address, and the scene quickly changes. Now we are in an old, tall, industrial-ish building. It’s narrow: there’s not more than three or four rooms per floor, but we know somehow that it goes very high up. Somehow a “crazy lady” comes into play here: at least, that’s what I have written in my middle-of-the-night-notes but I can’t seem to remember what I was referring to anymore. I do remember a woman that slightly resembled my economics teacher, Prof. M, but I don’t know why I labeled her as “crazy.” Moving on… we are standing in a small, dark, dusty room with only one door leading towards… well, we don’t know what it is leading towards, but there’s a really scary noise coming from it. We all think it’s a monster or something until the crazy lady pushes us through the doorway and we see this gigantic fan-type-thing that’s making a whining noise like a siren. So it’s a fan, not a monster.

But it’s still kind of scary because the lady wants us to climb up a ladder. We’re already six or seven stories up, but she wants us to keep going, and the ladder is right next to/above the fan, and… well, it just seems like a dangerous situation to get yourself in, to make a long story short. We start to climb anyway, though (do we really have a choice? Apparently not), but a few minutes in the crazy lady yells down for us all to stop and just hang on because the fan is going to get faster and we’ll all be blown away if we’re not careful. At this point I wake up, and find that there is indeed siren-noises coming from outside that had worked their way into my dream.

Dream Two: Waterslides, Lucid

I am at a waterpark with my sister and a few other random people. We go down a slide on a tube, it’s fun. We see this wire-type coil (but it’s huge), and wonder if we should try going down that next, but we don’t want to because it looks a little dangerous. I become semi-lucid (randomly: I don’t know how it happened), but I don’t think of anything to do except going down the slide some more, so I go down a different waterslide (this time it wasn’t with a tube), think about how much fun it is, then wake up.

Dream Three: (Fragment)

I am in a large room with tables: it might even be a restaurant. I am sitting in a chair, and somehow A and broomstick racing are being discussed. (??)

Dream Four: (Fragment)

This dream was creepy at the time, although I don’t remember much of it now. We are in a house: at some points it looks like my grandmother’s old house on V street, but other times there is no similarity at all. Somehow random people in the house are chopped and mashed up into nothingness, and for some reason this type of death and the state their bodies are in makes it impossible for them to go to heaven.

Thursday, September 13, 2007. 2 total recall.

Dream One: (Fragment)

I am in my kitchen at home, teaching my mom to do pique turns. The scene changes and now we are standing in her closet (??) there is music playing and she starts doing some weird dancing but it’s totally off the beat. I turn the music off and she starts laughing and saying that it’s really hard not to dance on beat.

Dream Two: The Neverending Story, Lucid

I’m in a parking lot with J, N, KC, and KA. J, for some reason, is driving a big green van and I had driven my car. We are trying to decide who is going to drive with who back, because I have a car but I don’t particularly want to drive. In the end it’s decided that J will drive the van by himself, KA will drive my car, and KC, N and I will be passengers in my car. So KA starts driving and I’m sitting in back feeling really nervous about the whole situation, because I know it really isn’t the best idea to let someone else drive my car.

Anyway, she starts to drive down TL, but she passes B street… and I’m confused because I don’t know where she’s going. She continues down to the intersection by the Wawa and gets in the left lane—at this I really start to freak out because it’s an almost impossible left to make: (In RL I always go the long way around so I don’t have to try to do it). She does, though, without too much of a problem, so I can breathe again. We eventually pull into another parking lot, this time by a warehouse. We get out of the car, and two thugs are loitering around; we hadn’t seen them earlier. When we do notice them we debate getting back in the cars and leaving again. J wants to stay, I want to leave, and everyone else doesn’t care one way or another.

Suddenly the thug boys start laughing, and we look up from our arguing to see this enormous fire they started rising up from in front of the warehouse. It’s huge, and they’re dream-flames: almost like a flat sheet rising straight out of the ground up about twenty feet. I yell for everyone to get in the car and leave, and suddenly no one wants to argue with me anymore. The fire is getting closer and closer, I’m in the passenger side of the green van, and J is moving in slow motion. At this point I become lucid, because the absurdity of the situation dawns upon me. But I don’t have great control over the dream and I still want to get away from the fire as fast as I can, because I’m afraid it’s still going to hurt if it hits me (remember the fire-task? Ouch!)

J finally gets in the car (N is in the backseat as well), and turns on the engine. One of the thugs is standing in the middle of the road, trying to block it so we can’t leave. I’m drifting in and out of lucidity like you wouldn’t believe, and I think ‘Hit him, please, for all the trouble he’s given us,’ but then I immediately want to take it back, because even though it’s a dream… the idea of running over a person isn’t a good one, especially since it IS only a dream and I shouldn’t be so mad at him. It’s too late, though, and we hit him and feel the body under the tires and I cringe but get over it.

Now we’re speeding down a new street. KA and D (KC has disappeared, now replaced by D), are driving my car behind us. I hear a loud noise and look back, and see that the whole top of my car is gone and D and KA are both dead (it was really gruesome, there was blood everywhere and limbs hanging off and… well, that’s enough to get the picture). I start screaming bloody murder, then remember that I’m dreaming again and turn back towards the front. I do wish I hadn’t seen it, but I feel consoled that it’s a dream, even if it isn’t a good one. We drive around a curve, and a man on a motorcycle comes up next to us and tries to push us off the road. (I know, it sounds ridiculous—a motorcycle pushing this huge green van off a road… but it’s a dream).

I scowl at the guy and he gives me this huge grin and winks at me… he's a jerk. I remember I’m dreaming again and realize that I’m really not having fun at all, so I decide to climb out the window: I do another reality check before hand, though, just in case (like I said, it was a really low level of lucidity, although it gets a bit more stable from here on out). Anyway, I climb out the window and on top of the car and just sort of hang on there for a few seconds (the motorcycle man is still trying to get us in an accident). Finally I see this concrete building complex with a big fence around it, so I jump of the car and fly inside the “raccoon fence.” (I don’t know why it’s called that: but my dream-conscious told me it was a raccoon fence).

I float around for a minute looking around, but the motorcycle man has followed me and I don’t want him to catch me. I keep flying, not really headed anywhere in particular but away from him. It turns out this complex is part of a sewage system: I’m flying over huge vats of murky brown sewage-water that smells really bad. I keep worrying that I’m going to fall in because I don’t know how long I’m going to stay lucid enough to keep myself in the air. Anyway, this sort of chase ensues for a few minutes until I find a cave (the motorcycle man, I might add, can’t fly. He was running after me the whole time). Back to the cave. It’s dark and there’s stalactites and stalagmites all around, but it goes down really deep—you can’t see the bottom. Over the other side, though, are a group of miner-men sitting among the stalagmites. They’re all covered in mud, so they blend in really well (although you can definitely still see them). I fly over towards them and sit down too. As soon as I’m seated there’s suddenly mud all over me, so I’m happy: the motorcycle man won’t be able to tell me apart.

Sure enough he comes running in, and he yells across to the miner-men asking them how he gets across. One of them responds with “This is what we’re good at!” At this point I remember I’m dreaming (again), and slip out the other side of the cave and find myself in a clean white stairwell. The motorcycle man has somehow made it across (*sigh*), so I fly down the stairwell, touching my foot on the last step of every set. I don’t actually see anyone behind me but I can hear the footsteps and know that they’re there, so I’m trying to hurry—then the stairs end and there’s a door. I can’t get it open for a few seconds: then it unsticks, and I wake up.

Saturday, September 22, 2007. 3 total recall.

Dream One: Dry Land Man

I am outside at a swimming pool. We are standing on these high scaffolding things, and people are diving off it into the water below. But it’s really high—a good twenty feet above the surface of the water, and the water’s not deep. My turn is coming up soon, but I am not going to dive off: it seems like asking to break your neck in my opinion.

Suddenly the scene changes, and now there are slides leading down. But the pool is different too: it’s a nice, hotel-like pool with people dressed in elaborate gowns and suits mingling by the poolside. The scene flips again: now I am stuck somewhere, in the water. I’m not myself anymore either: now I’m a man who doesn’t really know anyone at the party but who tries to be funny and get along with everyone anyway. The dream switches back and forth between third and first person: sometimes I’m the man himself, and sometimes I’m just watching him. I / he is stuck between this mechanical thing and some sort of roof in the pool with a few other people, and I keeps cracking jokes and trying to find a way to slide out. Somehow he gets out and says something about being a “dry land man.”

As I walk out of the party area (because apparently I’m not supposed to be there), I keep talking and waving to someone saying that I’ll be back and this and that… and people are laughing, so I guess it’s funny. I walk past a person in this beautiful gold dress, and looking closer I see it’s Elisabeth Hasslebeck (from the View). She says, “I love you, Kylie,” as she laughs… apparently she finds me funny too. I’m back into my regular body again, I might add. I walk down a flight of steps and say “Right back at ya’, Elisabeth” or something of the sort. Recall ends.

Dream Two: Flying Again, Lucid

I am sitting next to / on a metal staircase. It’s really odd, because there’s a landing after every… oh… six or seven stairs, but it slides backwards so that it’s actually behind the steps, not just in the middle. Then there’s these windows next to everything that you can climb in and out—that’s how you get in the rooms off the staircases… really hard to explain. Anyway, I’m sitting on one of the landings watching the people walk up and down the stairs and climb in and out of the windows. I see KD and I say hello to her, then get up and start to walk one of the stairs myself. I see JJ (? Where did that come from? I haven’t talked to that kid in years), and he looks behind him at me with a “what are you doing here?” kind of look. I shrug and steps off the stairs on the next landing.

The scene changes and now I am in a huge building / house thing. It’s somehow connected to RRC, though I don’t know if it’s the actual club or if it’s somebody’s house that belongs there. Anyway, I don’t really like talking to the adults that much so I decide to go wander around the house and see what I can find. A few flights of steps later and some gorgeous rooms I realize I’m dreaming. I am in a room with JO, but I know somehow if I stay there with her I’m going to loose lucidity. There is, however, no door to get out of this room. I look at the wall, draw a door into its surface, and try to will one into being… but it doesn’t work even the slightest bit. Fine. I give up on that idea and go to the window: instead of wasting more time, I simply fly through the glass. I am a little worried about two seconds before that I’ll hurt myself or that the glass won’t break or something like that, but it’s perfectly fine—it shatters and I don’t feel a thing and now I’m outside flying around.


Thus does the rest of the dream progress. I don’t care to do anything except fly. I come close to the rooftops and I flip upside down and forward and such: it’s been a while since I’ve had a lucid I actually enjoyed so I’m just going to live this one up. There’s people from my neighborhood walking around down below: I distinctly remember seeing Mr. F, though why I couldn’t tell you. At one point I decide to try to do a tub-tuck-kip—I mean, if I can do it in the water why not in the air? I skip the tub part, do the tuck, but have trouble getting myself into the kip: I cab tell I’m not vertical (although it was such a cool thing to see: the whole landscape flipped completely upside down, and there was this sunset—it was incredible)! I try to get my legs vertical above my head but it just isn’t happening, so I turn right side up again and realize I had just about hit the ground.

I touch with my feet and push off into the sky again and continue my flying and flipping and general cavorting around. I notice I am going faster than usual, and that’s fun: but seeing a lot of people up ahead, I slow down. It is a band: they are marching on the street playing. I’m not as high anymore, and a boy with a trombone tries to hit me with his instrument: I grab the slide to pull it off but it just ends up pulling me down, and I wake up.

Dream Three: At Least She’s Okay.

I am at a party: I can’t tell if it’s a birthday party or if it’s a party for my sister celebrating her Kids Bop thing… it might be both, to tell you the truth. Anyway, my mom asks me to get a specific picture of JO, and I have to go outside to find it. JO comes with me, for some reason or another. The scene changes: now I’m in a parking lot. The picture we were supposed to be retrieving is completely forgotten. There’s a boy standing outside: he is really familiar, and I know him from school, but I can’t figure out now exactly who it is. He might be someone from my economics class, or my foundations block… or just someone else, I can’t tell, but I’ve seen him around before. Anyway, he walks up to me with a notebook and hands it to me: I know exactly what it is without him even telling me.

He goes on to sit down my sister and another person and starts to talk to them and explain things: I open the notebook and start to read what’s written in there. It’s a transcript of an MSN chat: I wonder why he wrote it all out by hand instead of just copy-pasting and printing it out. What I’m reading right now is a conversation he had with other **s people, but I don’t really care about that: there’s only one person I’m worried about right now.

He walks over to me and I look up at him and asked if he talked to her. He knows exactly who I mean and nods and says, “She’s okay.” I start to cry, and he takes the notebook away from me and flips a few pages to get to the conversation with SM. In the conversation it’s clear that she’s really mad at me, but I don’t even care about that: she’s alright, and that’s all that matters to me at the moment.

My sister and the other person (I dunno who it is), don’t know why I’m crying, but I don’t pay any attention to them or try to explain it to them. It doesn’t seem to matter at that point.

Thoughts: What a dream, with everything that’s been going on lately. We’ve had a massive turn of events at **s, and in the past few days five people have been banned, including SM. Both M’s MPs were found out about (LV told the Admins), and then LV, SS, and SM were banned as well for not saying anything about them earlier. I’ve been trying to get a hold of SM for the past four days—I still haven’t talked to her since it happened. I don’t know if she’s ignoring me or if something happened or if she just doesn’t happen to know yet because she’s been busy… but I’m worried about her and I guess this shows in this dream.

I sent her an e-mail last night, hopefully I’ll get a response soon. Or maybe the dream’s right and she is okay, just doesn’t want to talk to me… which would be fine too, so long as nothing really terrible happened.

Originally Posted by SurvivorKylie

the idea of running over a person isn’t a good one, especially since it IS only a dream and I shouldn’t be so mad at him. It’s too late, though, and we hit him and feel the body under the tires and I cringe but get over it.

lol @ but I get over it!

Originally Posted by SurvivorKylie

At one point I decide to try to do a tub-tuck-kip—I mean, if I can do it in the water why not in the air? I skip the tub part, do the tuck, but have trouble getting myself into the kip: I cab tell I’m not vertical (although it was such a cool thing to see: the whole landscape flipped completely upside down, and there was this sunset—it was incredible)! I try to get my legs vertical above my head but it just isn’t happening, so I turn right side up again and realize I had just about hit the ground.

Sounds... Interesting! I am rubbish at flying, I tried to do a loop once and failed miserably lol.

Good work on all the lucids though