Thread: The Weird One's DJ

From everyone's comments, I thought you were leaving for good. AP reviews and other work won't last forever, and this site isn't going anywhere. You'll be back!

Wow I feel like its 12/21/12=doomsday

I'm to depressed to even look at my test now...thnx

ok err whats a AP review...lol I am English ha ha

At my high school, AP stood for Advanced Placement. It was the highest level of the class you could take, for the really smart kids.

Ya AP stands for advanced placement. And coupling it with 1 of the best highschool(choate) in the country= headache

Just read this, makes me feel sad

Life can be busy, i don't know if you'll read this, but i hope you enjoy yourself, life takes priority of course, its sad to see you go, but just know that were always here if you fancy coming back. Just don't abandon us completely!

Take care and get some dreams in when you can

March 18th 2008

I miss you guys too much! I know I don't have time to reply to each of your posts, but I do say, they are very dear and up-lifting to me. I have been keepying my DJ on my comp, and so here is a vague collection of the dreams I've had. I'll find time [hopefully during break] to properly be on.

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March 6th 2008

AH! I love you guys, and yes, I'll still be on AIM and I'll be free to chat with you whenever [even while working]. No, no change with DH yet, but I want to try something and see what comes of it.
I know I said yesterday would be my last, but last night I had a lucid, and if I'm to go on a DV hiatus, I should at least leave you with a hiatus worthy dream. I'll keep a rough DJ on my computer to post back up when I've been able to learn how to balance this workload, or the workload is gone...

The Queen of Potatoes-
There wasn't much more to it. Me, a motorcycle, and a pay toll. Maybe it would ahve been better if I wasn't going 112 mph, or maybe it would be better if toll speeds weren't 20 mph, but either way, I somehow made it through without losing control. I had a bag on my back, and the wind in my face, in a pleasant way [which is impossible at 112 mph speeds].

Rashid (7:24:50 PM): what was it
LucidBulbs (7:25:23 PM): something about the queen of potatoes and vodka, and this crazy woman who was trying to kill me by connecting a colander to a battery and placing it on the oven
LucidBulbs (7:25:29 PM): so I got bored
LucidBulbs (7:25:31 PM): became lucid
LucidBulbs (7:25:36 PM): summoned miyavi and a car
LucidBulbs (7:25:41 PM): got bored at talking to him
LucidBulbs (7:25:50 PM): and talked to chelsea, who wanted sushi
LucidBulbs (7:25:57 PM): and reconstructed the world
LucidBulbs (7:26:17 PM): gave up lucidity when I was bored and had no other tasks I felt like doing or could think of
LucidBulbs (7:26:24 PM): and threw he crazy woman into jail
LucidBulbs (7:26:32 PM): where "light torture" would be used
Rashid (7:26:54 PM): light torture?
LucidBulbs (7:27:00 PM): yuh
LucidBulbs (7:27:22 PM): something about a vine and a bema of light would drive her into sanity then insanity all over again
LucidBulbs (7:27:29 PM): the castle had a bunch of fancy people
LucidBulbs (7:27:40 PM): I was sort of hoping to see Dorian Gray

Lucid counter for Year 2008:
This Month: 1
~WILD 1
~DILD 5
~MILD 1*
~WBTB
Total for Year: 8

[PS- I love you guys so much *hugs*]



March 10th 2008


Snakes-
It was tragic. Back at Chichester, I stood outside where a snake was on the ground. I tried to back away, but it got me. And by that, I mean it tried to eat me, its mouth went for my right leg. I was trying to get my father to remove the beast for me, but he kept saying in a moment or so. By the time it was halfway up my calf, I got tired of waiting. It felt icky in there with the snake trying to digest me. I ripped it in two with some effort, the pink innards bright and slick. Disgusted, I threw it off, and went off to another fancy hotel where some random drama pursued.




March 13th 2008


Written in 3rd POV upon Inevitable’s request. I miss you guys so much....


Espertise-
It started outside. Foggy, cool, the sun sat high above. Three men, one choice. There she was, a bride to-be. Tiger sighed and talked to another, not the groom to-be, but a man in black. Leather, trench-coats, everywhere.

“I could free you, I could let you walk into the sun” his arms snaked around her from behind. His breath cooled her neck. The sun penetrated the mist. Now or never, the choice was hers. Marry or roam in the light; live another life.

She made no reply, so he chose for her. But not before he allowed her time to think. He nibbled on her neck, waiting. There was no reply, so taking another’s fate into his own, he held her tightly and bit the nape of her neck.

The world was blue, a shade shy of cool. She felt it all. The mist clamoring around her hand, the chill all about. His grip, faintly there.

[Woke up to get a blanket]

The mist faintly existed in a cave all around. It wafted as her eyes lingered about. A door to the west, a merchant setting shop nearby, and a group of people whom she knew not. Allies of Tiger, they were doing a favor.

And Tiger? At home, at our base. She sighed and joined them, and everything began to change.

Esper. Ebony, accents of cobalt. A creature of Phoenicia, a god of the past. Kill or be killed, those were the only options left.

Ignorant of mortality, she boldly approached unarmed. The others? Stocking up, praying for her life. It roared and beckoned with a pound of its fist. She barely escaped for something was amiss. It twasn’t mortal, so she scrambled and fled (all for the sake of weapons).

No dagger, no spear, not even a gauntlet in sight. A sword was tossed forward, they cared for her life. Taking it, she came, gazing at the goods below. Frantically she put on a leather ring, still searching for something more. It wasn’t there, she lost her will. Powerless without two meager earrings.

She called forth mist and made all flee. No one argued, not that any would want to. Out through the door, into the sun.

~

They made it home, tired and sweating. She hoped she wouldn’t stay alone, but the others had other things to do. Lucky for her, he was there.

Alone and one the floor, Jae’s gaze roamed to her. ‘Awkward’ she thought, remembering something important.

“Jae,” she was beside him, sitting on her knees. “I, I know this is late but I had to say this to your face. Happy Birthday.” She bowed, red.

He laughed, he smiled. “You don’t need to look so bad. It’s fine, I’m happy.”
A chat ensued, words lost even to those who were there.

She found him touching her, arm to arm. From there sprouted a hug, laughter, joy. More words, more laughs, more contact. She found herself on the floor, looking up and the one who pinned her down affectionately.

“I’m happy you’re here I like it.” She flushed, his words were honest, his eyes conveyed care. Nothing more than an innocent sickness, affection, l.




March 14th 2008


Tea-
There was this delicious green tea in this beautiful tea shop. I wanted to drink it, but to taste anything at all, one would need to add in a crescent shaped mint [at least, it had the texture of a mint… the life saver kind] or a sun blast shaped mint. I couldn’t see why there were two choices and couldn’t make up my mind on what to drink.

March 16th 2008

Trinity Blood-
Abel, from Trinity Blood, was there along with myself and a very immense stream of enemies. Abel was kind of hungry, so we agreed to let him do all the “fighting.” After a hundred or so people, the enemies’ leaders came in to witness a terrible sight. Abel, in his 60% form, digesting away hundreds of peons, and me, well, hiking through the pile of digestive tubes I stacked upon one another, forming a bloody pile [which remotely resembled sauerkraut]. I was kind of sad that Abel wouldn’t let me hug him… He was too focused on eating….


Murderer-
Murderer. Murderer. Why haven’t you been taken out? Can’t the world tell, that you’ve shot their own down.
Murder. Murder. I’m on to you. I see it in your eyes, the killer truth.
Fleeing, Fighting. This is what you’ll put me through? It’ll take more than hilly streets, spirit dragons, and cars to stop me.

Street shops. Empty stores. Just you, me, and your next victim. I’ve got a gun. You’ve got a gun. Let’s play roulette.
I shoot. It’s a blank. Too bad it wasn’t fair. I never said Russian, I’m pointing at you. You smile, you nit. A crazy madwoman. The victim, poor lad, is in the crossfire. Thank goodness he’s safe.

Here, I got it, just for you. A real gun. Aren’t you happy? Die now or in prison, your choice. I’d shoot, but we know what would happen. Peas and bullets are different things no? Why does it not shoot out bullets to me I suppose? Either way, you’ll die one day, the murderer always loses.


Schools-
Four schools labeled DN. These schools, based off of what grades they taught, had a tower. Elementary had a stub of one, the college had one large one with the sorority dorms in the middle of the tower. I think I broke in and destroyed their lovely castle. Oh, and accused a man of ogling at me, well… I called him a pedophile and flicked him off, hey, my dream, my choice.

Last Night:
I was in math class and the teacher was giving people cookies, but she was trying to sell mine to me. She said fifty cents for one, so I wanted two. I only had a twenty on me, and she said she had no change. I knew she was lying. She wouldn't give me change, so I decided not to buy one.

I scooped up some melted chocolate and drew an octopus on the floor. She then tried to make a WANTED poster of it... but failed, miserably. Oh, then I got fed up and did something devious, but I forgot what.

Originally Posted by Lucidbulbs

Tea-
There was this delicious green tea in this beautiful tea shop. I wanted to drink it, but to taste anything at all, one would need to add in a crescent shaped mint [at least, it had the texture of a mint… the life saver kind] or a sun blast shaped mint. I couldn’t see why there were two choices and couldn’t make up my mind on what to drink.

Why does this not surprise me at all

You should have drunk something at least!!!

That reminds me, i'm still not through all that tea i got when i came to the US, still got 1/3 of a box to go. But i've run out of that stuff that i sent you, i really liked the taste of it as well

I hope you do return sometime soon, but we all need breaks sometimes don't we. All the best with things until you return, and thanks for posting your dreams and more, always an interesting/inspiring read.

All the best

I got all my hopes up when I cam in thinking you would be back!

Still its nice to see you had some good dreams LB

I really hope your life goes well, you know should you choose not to come back it really has been a pleasure to know you but you should know you will always have friend here.

March 27th, 2008

You can say I am somewhat back. It depends. If I don't pass out here and now from exhaustion, and have time between my Break work, I can write down my dreams and talk a bit...

March 24th: Indestructible:
Oh mercy no, it's raining down on me. A gateway from a tears, the warmth of a shelter, from themed to built I move. A Museum, a priest. Church in session, pay up now.

Extortion, accusations. The priest gets it all. Tithing is to the willing, only the corrupt force bullion to move.

He stole it. He has it. Those blasted family heirlooms. The Immortal Water and the Eternal Youth Bread.

One Command, and he's gone. I take the immortality, but not for me, for this baby in my arms, for those on this building/ship. Captain Jack Sparrow is in control, and oddly enough my husband. I know he's up to something reckless, even as I go off the the bathroom to ponder why if this is a dream, and I have a baby, why aren't my boobs bigger [milk pervys, it was an innocent question].

The child looks too small for me not to, so I wonder why even in this dream, if I can do anything possible, and have a child at my age, can't I get that much to happen.

I come back out to see a shop where I, not wanting to rob the people of their products, just ask merely of the price and origin of these unique stones. The shopkeeper insists that she gives me this beautiful rain drop filled [sapphire] choker as a gift for being so kind to her.

I take it and wear it, looking for Jack, to find him growing green and drying seaweed on the floor below. I know he wanted to crash the ship, he didn't like what had happened to the priest. Well, the mold had summoned a whirlpool, much to my lack of surprise. I made the child immortal, dragged him off to the edge of the ship, and we both jumped off, into the whirlpool.

Getting sucked in as the ship was being destroyed, I was shocked that under such pressure I only felt cool, calm water, and could see just fine, as if I were built to survive these things like they were everyday occurrences.

I dragged us to shore and knocked some sense into the bloody pirate.

[Forgive me for the senselessness, it goes with the lack of sleep part.]

Lucid counter for Year 2008:
This Month: 2
~WILD 1
~DILD 5*
~MILD 2
~WBTB
Total for Year: 9

March 25th: Dead Child:
My math teacher- I couldn't believe it, I was at her house- wanted me to bury her dead child from long ago. For some reason, I complied, and with my bare hands, dug through mud to make crystalline-shaped grave hole for the stereotypical shaped casket to be placed into. I go back inside, to find her requesting me to resurface the child.

I do, to find the child not dead and rotting, but alive... yet dead. [It's a concept I understood fully in the dream.] Green eyes, baby face, I could have sworn he was another of those blasted elves after a kiss. [See a variety of previous dreams.] But that was not what triggered lucidity. He was wiser than his physical age, just like an elf.

He made me follow him, down hallways, white upon white. "You know who I am?"

"Yes... the one who buried me." He had such soothing voice. I lost him around a corner, finding myself in a store in a mall. There's a red and white snake, scales the texture of rocks and the gleam of horns.

"Come with me, I can get you out of here safe." And with that, we're invisible.

It's not until after we get out [via fighting some ninjas with these light beam crosses, weird eh?], that I find myself underneath my black blanket. The boy is back, his arms around me.

We're in another hallway, all in azures and faint hues. A cross in the background, text on a board. And yet, why does such subtle surrounds cause lucidity? Well... I kind of realize my top was replaced by the sheet. Not that it bugs me. Its thick, this is a dream, and I'm just there, sitting, talking to the boy, summoning tiny items, all until I wake up.

This is what we get for talking about how a certain friend's grandpa is dead, but can't be buried, so he's in their living room.

Lucid counter for Year 2008:
This Month: 3
~WILD 1
~DILD 6*
~MILD 2
~WBTB
Total for Year: 10

March 26th: Dance:
It's after school and my dearly beloved Tiger and Jae want me to go off and dance to Purpleline with them. But can't, well, more of, I'm not in the mood. Who cares if there's a giant DBSK tour bus that they're heading into [which was purple oddly enough]. They plead, they beg. Bribes of gourmet pizza, no more Chinese noodles, etc. But no, I don't wanna. And so the dream goes on like this: I keep wandering around, trying to avoid them, until I decide I want to go, so I steal a white truck and go, much to my father's disapproval.

March 27th: Death:
Just forgotten. Something as bizarre as my recent dreams.

PS: The dead man is in an urn.

Police & The Ghetto [Previously dubbed Death]-
There were a lot of classmates there with me, wherever there was. Chowder, Meggy, and some other people are holding metal covered plates, just staring at me as I run amok. I leave, going to a local summoner's house to sit in a room, which was supposed to launch me into space. It didn't work, and I bust out of the room, and angry ten year old, tripping over comfy, but thick, blankets and pillows.

I end up teleporting, or being teleported, to a bank/fast food joint, where a friend acts like he's robbing a person as a joke. He finds himself suddenly with a black wallet in his hands, though his act wasn't near anyone. It's loaded with $500 bills. The police come and we sneak out.

We're suddenly in Brooklyn, near a river of some sort. It's night time, and we're worried, there's a gang nearby that saw his magic act, and we knew that we were bound to be shot and robbed at our rates. I ponder an escape plan, the enemy closes in, I wake up.

Shuttles returning and little sleep make for interesting dream material. I'm beginning to notice how my age in dreams is never constant. Often I'm a child at one point, my age at another, then a taller, maybe older me, at other times. I never really mention it too much though, because the changes are too often at times, like how my clothes change often lately. Still lots of jeans and black and white. The pirate one from a few nights ago, I was in a red and white corset dress at some point.

Glad you found some time to update! I'm beginning to think you have a thing for pirates. And church.

That last dream sort of reminds me of the film Jumper with the teleporting and moneh

Good to see your dream journal is up and running.

March 30th 2008

O.O I had planned on posting all my dreams from the last post forth, but somehow work intervened, so, here's what I can remember of those dreams... man, my recall is going poof lately.

Originally Posted by Cuspy

Glad you found some time to update! I'm beginning to think you have a thing for pirates. And church.

If I have a thing for pirates... then I hope it's pirates with nice, normal teeth... *shudders* I think school's ruined any image of "normal" pirates after Mister Three-Jewel/Sinbad. As for Church, what can I say? It happens.

Originally Posted by Nee-Nee

That last dream sort of reminds me of the film Jumper with the teleporting and moneh

Good to see your dream journal is up and running.

Wah! I wish it was more like Jumper, I may not have liked all of the movie, but I liked the whole Jumping.

03.28.08; Pre-Cal:
This, though it did start off with lots of school relations and math, was very nice indeed. Another illogical place though. I was in a lobby, well, the reception hall trying to reach the lobby before it took off. Yes, I did say "took off," as in, like the back of a moving train. I did make it, the café was still open and Miggy was doing his homework.

A.R was there, and I ran by her asking where Jae was, I had a mid-term to make up and I rather have someone smart help me drill it into my anti-math head.

Well, Jae was nowhere to be found, but I did find Tiger in the hidden loft bumming out, so I made him help me. Soon after, Jae did show up so they both taught me until we reached the destination.

It was there I found myself in a run down, 1960's store that my step sisters were managing, my little sister was with me, and I wasn't in the mood to work. I swung about, put something away, and called it quits for the night.

It was back in my apartment, I noticed something weird. Apparently my little sister and I had been exposed to something strange and I was adopting some weird abilities of a bear, while my sister was elsewhere, having the same happen to her albeit it was black widow.

I find myself with some rich guy who's helping me break out of his corporate building. We leave that to enter one of his stores-I forget the reason why this is all happening but- and try to break into another one of his buildings. We took out just about his entire military force too...

At the roof of his building was a zen garden delicately balanced upon a lake of black water, you'd have sworn you weren't on the roof. Everything was misting up. There were elemental symbols on certain sections. I could feel the pull of energies at a red board [I think it was a Taoist floor pattern]. I made my sister and another person come to it. Nico wanted to come but the energy dissipated every time she came near it. And so, as the moon was coming out, the pull was getting stronger, next thing I know, we're off the face of the planet. Just gone. I can't remember what happened after that....

I had mid-terms the day of that dream... the whole me exhausted thing? That was that day. Five hours and cotangents were the same as tangents on graphical scales in my mind, simplifying a complex equation was enough to make me ADD and stare out the window for half the [two hour] test....

03.29.08; Driving:
I was merely breaking into a home when someone with me decided we should go driving. He stopped driving on the highway and I drove us back... until a cop came and I remembered I have no liscence... then I just floored it.

03.30.08; Byzantine & Such-
Something that ended with me throwing Roman spell cards at someone >.<

Originally Posted by Lucidbulbs

03.29.08; Driving:
I was merely breaking into a home...

Yeah, as you do

Haha, i regularly break into peoples homes

Its good to see todays chunk of dreams. It really is like receiving a magazine subscription, but on a more regular basis

The driving dream cracked me up though lol, you make everything sound so easy as though you are experienced in that area

March 31st, 2008

Originally Posted by Matto-Kun

Yeah, as you do

Originally Posted by Matto-Kun

Haha, i regularly break into peoples homes

Its good to see todays chunk of dreams. It really is like receiving a magazine subscription, but on a more regular basis

The driving dream cracked me up though lol, you make everything sound so easy as though you are experienced in that area

Haha, it seemed normal at the time, glad you liked yesterday's addition.

Sleep was good, too many dreams though >.< It all got jumbled up, I know I had five but they all simmered themselves into a burnt medley of one.

History drives dreams Insane:
Time starts, not now, not later, but in the past. Times that escape the stretched of empathy. Meet the Empire. Islamic Empire, of the lovely 900's. The sun is up, bright, burning.

It switched, society-now- in the present. I sat down, both relieved and confused, time wasn't going to wait on me, I figured, so I meandered off. I think I fell into a waterfall in the road, I'm not sure, my dreams are getting more hectic and random as of late.

The rest is a blur, and a headache too.

Inevitable! Save me! Take me with you to NYC, I don't care if you're already there, just save me from this historical nightmare of a review >.<

Dream inspired by the lovely hundred or so pages I condensed down to twenty or so pages, oh, and some obscene desire to become lucid to escape it all.

hey LB

Glad to see your still popping in every now and then

you still have really good recall and I really like the rooftop garden with the mist and element signs it sounds really mystical

Aprils Fooled, 2008

Originally Posted by mark

hey LB

Originally Posted by mark

Glad to see your still popping in every now and then

you still have really good recall and I really like the rooftop garden with the mist and element signs it sounds really mystical

Lol, I'm so happy you enjoy my visits, but I'd die without going on once in awhile.... Glad that my recall hasn't degraded into a worm yet

So sad... I had this entry done already, then I closed the window by accident >.< I wanna cry, it was written just right too.

Jae to Leon; A Night of Extremes-

A guide to reboot my deadened soul:

- Jae & Movies
- Priest & Fat man
- Purity of Arts
- Samurai Escort
- Crap Hole
- Leon the Unknown
- Mel the Gifter
- Bathrooms

Like all bright, happy, long dreams, this one started out in the dark. The black void of night consumed everything nearby, only dim lights revealed my location. A theater. Jae was nearby, along with other IB peoples. We were attempting to chat... which failed miserably. I was too conscious for once, Jae wasn't as chatty as usual, and we were both nervous. Though, as to why, I don't know, I doubt IRL or dreams he would be mutual.

"Aw, quit ogling and get into the theaters" Barg laughed. Awk~ward. He took my hand and we went off to the the theaters, sitting next to each other. [It was much more dramatic but I'm too lazy to set the mood.]

~

It was no longer dark. I was no longer inside. In a stone city covered in grass and weeds, I stood under an arch. Cool breeze, heavenly blue skies, it would have been paradise. A priest nearby, mutter Latin as he went by, incense burning.

And there was a fat man. Dressed in Victorian attire, portly and pale, he was representing sin. The focus switched to the weeds. They too were sin. And so I plucked them out of the ground, the grass needed freedom, not strangulation.

A natural charm. The weeds were gone under the arch and the fat man could not enter. "Join me, after being on one side for so long, wouldn't you rather switch?" One of a million dream propositions I've had. I knew all too well that even if I wanted to, it wouldn't be worth it. And so, I flatly said no.

~

It's raining, in Belgium. I'm up in an apartment, teaching a child the essence of art. The fat man waits, not physically, but in a gossamer sense, outside the window, five stories above the slowly flooding streets. [Inevitable, it's like how Inentity's city would be, but less stories for a commonplace building.]

Fin. Later.

Okay, I guess I'll continue from where I left off:

A guide to reboot my deadened soul:

- Jae & Movies
- Priest & Fat man
- Purity of Arts
- Samurai Escort
- Crap Hole
- Leon the Unknown
- Mel the Gifter
- Bathrooms

And how is it, that an art form can be pure? Well, tis neither verbal or musical, a note or a word, not even abstract thought. Then what is it? Everything, nothing, all at once. The best things usually are on the fringe of existence, sanity, and whatnot. A note is carried out, golden wisps appear. When the note is given more; emotions, care, words, a mouth, it goes into something more. Tapestries can be formed, a bubbly flower, not of glass yet clear, not of life yet moving.

It was easier to do it than it was to teach it, but that was the point was it not. To teach a dying art? The child was tempted each time to give up, but with simple words of truth [and a blue polka-dot stool] she moved on.

~

The sun had risen, the storm had passed, on the edge of Belgium I was with my uncle. I kept telling him of how last time I was in Belgium, I had managed to get lost even with my Kuya's Tom-Tom. He stopped when he realized I was serious, or maybe it was from the figure looming over me.

Six feet tall, clad in purple kimono, and long black hair swept back: meet Kai the samurai, my escort apparently. I did not question why, not that he would have probably answered me. [And yes, even I realized this was a dream too surreal to be real but I'm not labeling it pink, pink ruins my mood as I go through it.]

Immediately he took me on a different route, leading me down a wet [scentless sewer?] tunnel. This would be one of many Mister Samurai would take me down, apparently for my safety. Not that I complained, it didn't smell, and inside some of these pathways were members of an organization we were aiding. [Somehow he turned that "him" to "we" on me.]

~

Well, it was nice going through the system until he made me go to the last place, which literally reeked dung and algae. There was a movie playing there, but I didn't want to be in the dark any longer, as the movie's light was hurting my eyes.

~

We exited and it was night again. [Yes, two days were put into a four hour dream.] And there was this party. You see, I was invited, according to Kai, but I wasn't supposed to me the host/star of it, Leon. But not even my babysitter samurai couldn't stop that.

He sat at a table, black suit with equally black hair [in a complex style that reminded me of one of Miyavi's really old hairstyles], deep brown eyes, and a sulking face. We were on opposite ends of the place, but he still saw me. His eyes lit up, a puppy finding it's master. I, on the other hand, merely wondered if he knew me.

Kai must have noticed this, because ushered me away from Leon quick. Not that it could possibly last forever, this was Leon's party after all.

"Why can't I see him?"

"Because he's not good, he's part of the corporation, if you get caught by him, it'll be bad." I had no idea what it meant, but Leon was innocent enough. That much I could certainly tell in my aware state.

~

And this is when a mysterious child named Mel decides to come to me, giving me a large bag full of expensive stuff as a late B-day gift to me. I'm extremely lost at that point, my birthday was almost half a year ago, so why give me something now? And of all places, someone else's B-Day party [though a fancy one at that]. I plopped it all upon Kai, and ran off to the bathroom, trying to sort things out.

~

Privacy and samurai obviously don't mix. Kai was trying to follow me into the ladies' room! He was concerned Leon would get me all alone after I came out of the bathroom.... It was then that Leon came to go to the bathroom. He looked at me all bright eyed, hoping to get a word in. But Kai more or less prevented him from it, Leon turned around and watched me get dragged off, in a mix of shock and awe.

Leon would have gotten back to me too, since I was know sitting at the table he was sitting at earlier, somehow I lost Kai. I think I cursed out some bimbo, who was so dense she took it as a compliment. The phone rang before Leon could talk to me [he was on his way back too]....

I forgot to mention, in the dream, Belgium is both a city and country at once. Like all my dreams this week, it was inspired merely by a history book. One history book I'd love to burn....

Lucid counter for Year 2008:
This Month: 1
~WILD 1
~DILD 6
~MILD 2
~WBTB *
Total for Year: 10

Inevitable! Save me! Take me with you to NYC, I don't care if you're already there, just save me from this historical nightmare of a review >.<

Buy a plane ticket and I'll pick you up =]
We'll still have to do the review, though...

I forgot to mention, in the dream, Belgium is both a city and country at once. Like all my dreams this week, it was inspired merely by a history book. One history book I'd love to burn....

I know how you feel. -dies-

*Special* dreams? xP

April 3rd, 2008

Meh, sorry no post yesterday guys... I can't really remember the dream, something random... I'm sick so what remnants of "dreams" I had are weird and poor. I can say that sleep last night consisted of me shivering underneath a large pile of blankets and a heck load of pain killers.

WTF?
It was hectic, every time I closed my eyes, the weirdest thing came into view. Dancing Turnips. And the occasional dancing plant [not turnip].

WTH?
Gone from turnips to squiggles that claimed to be dragons. They were supposedly a shortcut, but they kept eating each other, some grew wings and turned into a dragon before reverting to eggs. Trust me, sick people dreams are weird.

Nap-
A random child tried to ask me out >.<

April 5th 2008

Well, I'm almost 100% better, better enough to have recall. Not been so keen on going onto DV lately, not because I don't love you guys, it's exactly because I love you guys I haven't been so keen >.<

Past HIs:
On Thursday night, it was radio voices, no one distinct, 'cept for Miyavi near the end.

On Friday night, it was random voices, I tried to manipulate them, but I tried a bit too hard, but eventually got some control over them, they were singing Sweeney Todd songs.


[HI includes sounds right?]

Minoan Sacrifice-
Ocean blue, sky freshly awakened, and a complex, yet minimalist wooden tower. What in the world was their relation to me? Everything. A girl in white toga, tied and struggling away from two men, twas me, trying to be free. They needed me up on the top of the tower, where an elaborate contraption made of silk and feathers would sacrifice me to a Greek god. [Hint one I was dreaming, the second hint? I wasn't scared for my life, as weird as that may seem.]

It was beautiful, it was tragic. Though I was but a sheep to be slaughtered, even I had to admire the simplistic aesthetics all about. No land in sight, a good thousand feet above water. Yet the blue hues and natural browns, along with the cream accents made it so serene.

We reached the top. I knew I would die if I was allowed to be killed in the traditional manner. No escape, no chance of surviving. Just as well I knew the rippling waves would not break my body, that though I should die an instant death, I would not. [I have no definite idea when I figured out it was a dream, but I did.]

The ultimate test was about to ensue. I was untied. I sprinted right off the tower. Not an experienced diver in the least, I merely belly flopped in, knowing that the pain and impact would kill me if I was wrong. I doubted myself, and yet, survived.

Not remembering both tasks, but knowing one had to do with tsunamis, I thought of this as the perfect get away. I summoned up a tsunami, it was a tame one compared to the horrors of recent years witnessed, but strong enough to destroy the tower and send me off to Minoan islands.

Unfortunately, I forgot to kill off both of my captors, and one survived the tsunami. He tried -with a log for a boat- to catch me, so I enjoyed manipulating the waters further and surf along, still sitting, clothes dry, as he (vainly) attempted to catch up to me. I think at the end of the dream I accidentally drowned him....

[And I didn't do Rome for the review, that was Inevitable's job....] Oh, I remembered when I became lucid. When I looked out into the ocean, the beauty was so breath-taking I knew it was surreal, sure I had doubts since my life was on the line, but it was worth going with my gut instinct.

Lucid Tragedy-
I swindled some guy out of his money, since I couldn't remember any tasks, personal or otherwise, I wanted to do. He ended up trying to kick me out of MIT, which I was never in in-the-first place, but I got a friend's lawyer [the friend was a good doctor] to sue him for me.

Lucid counter for Year 2008:
This Month: 3
~WILD 1
~DILD 6**
~MILD 2
~WBTB 1
Total for Year: 12

hey great lucids there LB the water scene sounds incredibly beautiful

I love that you managed to summon a Tsunami and even ride it all the way to a island

April 6th 2008

Originally Posted by mark

hey great lucids there LB the water scene sounds incredibly beautiful

I love that you managed to summon a Tsunami and even ride it all the way to a island

Haha, I think you would have liked the scene if you were there, sometime I should try summoning you next time I have a lucid with nice scenery.

I've decided to try seeing how much control I can get over my HI without losing consciousness or waking myself from that limbo state [could be nice practice for WILDs now that I think of it, since to control it you'd need to be aware of it to a certain extent].

HI Practice: I ended up getting Ancafe to play music for me, well, no visual, unless you want to consider a random mailbox visual for that case.

Dreams:

None.... Something school related, but I seemed to have forgotten it.