Thread: The Weird One's DJ

Wow, I managed to go back to sleep and I had another lucid... Either that napping thing when not super sick helped me get a LD or that book helped me trigger another LD [I read another page before going back to sleep]. Long dream though...

I'm at school with about 5 or 6 DC people. Now this school is different from most of my other schools. It's full of rich and/or talented people and every wall in that school is white. Other than that, it looked a lot like every other school I've dream of [well the normal ones, and I only went through three rooms before... wait, getting ahead of myself].

Some of my DC pals were doing homework, also on white sheets of paper, printer paper to be exact. I notice that one of them is copying off the other, but I don't say a word because that's a normal sight for me to see before a class in school.

"I bet I could do these faster than you guys" I comment, growing bored of only watching. I take a paper from one of them [the one copying]. The first question; 61/11. 2nd: w= (t+e) v=(t+w) w and v= 54 [I almost tried to solve that one... then looked at #3]. y+x=!p!p And all I could say was....

"Radicals, no revolutions... right, I remember those they were the love of my life. Have fun." And I toss it back to them. I do answer a few questions but I can't remember them for the life of me.

Math class: Two things that drive me, angrily, lucid occur here. One: they wouldn't let us use any other kind of paper than the white printing paper [I had some cute looking paper with ducks on it... my dreams have a thing for ducks eh?] so it could prevent cheating somehow. Two: They wouldn't let you bring lunch, you had to buy and eat their lunches [I'm a fan of cooking, I love to cook and I like to eat what I cook at school if I have enough for the next day].

By then I'm thinking, "they can't possibly do this" and "It's only a grape!" I was eating grapes in class for lunch... they took away all the other things I cooked. I refuse to stay in class and go back to the place the DCs and I were first and, my DC counterparts join me. As I think of an idea [aside from plan blow wall in school and ditch this place]. Then I remembered my allergy to peanuts [darn.. I didn't summon any to eat or anything to see how they taste] and ran out to the hallway. The teacher came out and the principal's door was open enough to hear me. Some other person, maybe a vice principal, was next to the teacher... he looked like some guy on Star Trek with his purple outfit that looks a bit like an aluminum uniform.

"You have to let us bring food in! I'll die! I'm lethally allergic to peanuts! If I die I'll be sure beforehand to put in my will to sue this school!" I blurt out. They laugh and begin to chase after me. I go back to the room we were all waiting in [the start out room, by now it was full of taboo goods, candies and decorated stationary and a white sofa... well that's not taboo... that's just comfy]. I go to plan " blow a hole in the wall and ditch this joint" and my DC people follow.

The ground below was turned into jell-o with lava underneath it [I wanted the ground to be soft, I didn't think to much on what my dream might stick under it]. So we bounced along, trying not to jump into fissures that'd take us straight to the molten rock below. A DC I found out that I didn't like, another DC told me, was going to fall into a fissure... so instead of using these cool dream powers... I jump to get him and turn the land we were about to fall on into a river. The guy was unconscious and I had thoughts of leaving him here to drown but then I thought not to, he's only a DC after all, what could he have possibly done to me?

So, the river drains out on his home and the day goes by [I did go to sleep in that dream.. well fake sleep, I did that movie effect, night, light, alarm, it's a new day!]. For a bit it's switched to 3rd POV and I forget it's a dream. I see a guy from the other day rushing to his butler and asking if he packed the "sour cream, vanilla baked salad" or something as odd as that. The butler says no, he put in something more practical [and edible] instead. They're at a smaller segment of a full blown kitchen, there' a normal oven and an old fashioned stove that doubled as a heater.

I arrive and it's back to 1st POV, the meal I thought was going to be a picnic, just turned out to be a normal meal. Not that I minded. We talked and I asked how did the butler learn how to cook like that... the guy had no idea. Sad... I was hoping to learn his secrets and tricks

I went off to the bathroom where through a window I saw what looked my apartment complex and people carrying out a whole kitchen like one piece. The oven, stove, counter tops, and even a dishwasher! "That shouldn't happen" and then it re-clicks, I'm dreaming. Then I hear yelling from the father of one of the rich DCs I helped out... well, followed me while we lost the school administrators and teacher, he was yelling some incomprehensible things. I was going to open the door to go to them but a mother and son came in through it before I could use it [my dreams won't let me do things... *pout*].

They asked me something so I take them to the river... There's a waterfall this time and though these people have annoyed me a bit and wasted my time [a big no-no when with me, wasting my time] I save them. I can't remember they're proper names but I threw out two screws with loops at the end for attaching stuff with to pin them to the waterfall's wall. The mother's sticks and the kids doesn't so I dive down faster to catch him.

The mother of the rich DC claps and the father relaxes. The mother says, "I told you they'd get her over here. And look what a fine job she did." The two people were agents I guess. The DC guy was mildly surprised. The mother agent apologized to her employer for the piteous job done [I had owned them, she was out like a light after that]. Then I woke up feeling hot with the comforter around me and an urge to use the bathroom. Stupid waterfall.

Before I went back to sleep I replied to one of my friend's e-mails. It was about community service, IB, and how mandatory community service is only free child labor [she likes making things sound like conspiracies]. Hence the weird teacher-dictator part of the dream...

Oooh nice lucids!! Would you recommend giving that book a read? LaBerge's, I mean? I think I might just so I can read something lucid-inspiring before bed.

Oh yes, even Squall said that it'd be a good book to read. It's very thorough. It's well worth your time.

Originally Posted by Lucidbulbs

You know... I'm really boggled... I spent a whole day in Lakeland Saturday

Hey, you were in my town. And I drove through yours twice on Sunday.

Originally Posted by Mes Tarrant

Oooh nice lucids!! Would you recommend giving that book a read? LaBerge's, I mean? I think I might just so I can read something lucid-inspiring before bed.

If you haven't read LaBerge's books then you ought to be ashamed of yourself. It's must-read material. And that's an understatement. I've read the first one (Lucid Dreaming) 3 times and the second one (Exploring the World of Lucid Dreaming) twice and a half. I'd also recommend "Creative Dreaming" by Patricia Garfield.

Alright, enough of me; I'm out of here.

Originally Posted by Lucidbulbs

You know... I'm really boggled... I spent a whole day in Lakeland Saturday and did stuff there but none of it affected my dreams that night or even the days between now and then [including now]... there must certainly be something wrong with that [I spent like 8 hours there!].

Strange how your mind chooses what to dream about. For the past year, my walk to work has been quite an adventure. Under a train and across a makeshift bridge through a swamp. In the early morning the imagery there is just fantastic, but I've never dreamed of it once.

But the supidest TV shows will trigger epic dreams. Go figure.

Hehehe that dialogue from the Egyptian dream made me laugh. :p Have you been watching shows like Elimidate recently?

Haha, that's what I thought of as soon as I woke up. "Gee, Elimidate-ish much?" But nah, I haven't watched that show in... 4 years? But I used to watch it a lot so maybe that's just where my mind got it from... but yeah, aside from the sacrifice suggestion near the end it was a great dream

I'm trying to catch up on reading dream journals. You've got some great dreams here. I need to keep up to date on yours.....

one of them was TS/Cusp influenced... I am never reading their comments about what mini DJ's to make again... [I like reading TS's dreams... they're very interesting]

Sorry about that..... But thanks, though....

Aww... thanks TS. And don't be sorry, it's okay, it was only one dream, it's not like it'd kill me

I like your Who wants to date a Pharaoh dream. With the stuff they've had on tv so far, that dream doesn't sound so far fetched.

And I always like to see the Platonic Solids pop up, very interesting, floating cubes in an Egyptian temple.

Hehe, so that's what they're called? Wow, Cusp, I'm so glad that you know your shapes and geometry and all these different types of math related stuff, at least now if I dream of those things again I'll sound smart when posting it. They were decorated nicely too, indigo paint/ink on sandstone.

Please don't think I know anything, half the stuff I read doesn't make sense right away. Someday I might know something

Hey Lucidbulbs, cool dream. That must have been frightening in the airplane. Did you ever sense like you were falling, sort of the way you feel when you're being thrown around in a rollercoaster? Anyway, I'd also like to comment on your writing style. I appreciate the fact that it's so reader-friendly, everything is in the same tense, that sort of thing.

What do the different colours represent, I went to the front page and noticed the lucid colour but whats the blue and green?

Originally Posted by Lucidbulbs

#1- Forgotten... but there was something about this dream that I sense is familiar... now if I could only remember more than that

That happened to me last night too. My first dream of the night was set in my mind and i'd repeat it to myself everytime i woke up slightly then by the time i woke up i completely forgot everything about it other than i wanted to remember it.

Your second dream is very detailed and vivid though, i love having vivid dreams.

Vivid dreams are the best. The closer I am to being lucid, the more vivid and colorful my dream gets. They just spice everything up.

PS- NeAvO I added it on my first post for ya. They're really just things that I decided would help make my DJ more useful to me since it'd point out what's what [mainly adapted from other DV member's DJ's... I think weelilhazel and The Cusp are who I stole them from :p]

This dream made me happy, though it was the only dream I remembered, it was a good one... the sticky rice there tasted good too... haven't had that in a long long time... [...now I want o make some but I don't think we have enough rice ]

My Date with the Mafia Man
There was a beginning. That beginning had a narrator. That narrator was a hit woman. She was narrating my actions up to a point in time. But... I forgot... Agh! You can assume it was all in 3rd POV until then and I know my mom and step-dad were with me [they like to pop up in dreams... this time they didn't go away].

We were walking. Round the corner we go and there they are. The hit woman and a guy was there, it was a mesh of two people.

It was mainly De [physically] but mentally it was mainly Ji. Black hair, dark eyes, skinny and pale with a small, delicate frame. Fairly tall [from my perspective] and was rather quiet, he was in a black suit and tie. The hit woman [she never said her name but she's related to De], was tall, had long brown hair, dark eyes, and wore a female, skirted version of De's outfit.

[FYI-Ji is an artist who created De as a character, they're probably meshed together because Ji often considers De to be a mafia oriented extension of himself and I've seen only one vague picture of Ji but through writing get the gist of his personality... whew... this whole dream over an artist/writer who has nice styles]

So, we follow them up into De's home, which is up a set of rusted iron fire escape type stairs, and all sit in his living room. I'm kind of spacing out, wondering where his original art pieces are. I think I only spotted one... [Makes sense though because though I didn't remember in there, in RL he sold quite a few for extra cash for bills and co-workers who needed help with things... like medicine for kittens] I do notice that everyone's calling him Chris [maybe the American equivalent to his name] but I, though only once, called him De because I refused to go with the flow. Hit woman seems to have picked up on my adoration/admiration for De and... in hopes of getting him to pay attention to me, she helps me out.

My only issue? She has a very unique sense of "help." With the tip of her gun she flashes my undies at De [I was wearing a black skirt... not even going to describe anything else...]. More of shocked than embarrassed I scampered off to the bathroom... The doors there were closet doors o.o

I come back and the scene is different. [Somewhere in between we see some stupid animation on TV that my parent's comment on... I don't because De knows what it's like to have to do those sort of things] There are six chairs around a rectangular food court table. De is on one side with the hit woman on his left, with a space to sit in between. Then there's the space right across from the hit woman and my parents to the right. The hit woman hints off to me to sit next to De, and I had a feeling De was expecting that too. Regardless, I sit across from the hit woman... Still feeling a bit awkward about earlier [I think I'm wearing pants now... man I go through a lot of clothes...].

Everyone but me chats on for a bit before we get up to leave, we as in all 5 of us. Now we're in a mall and De falls a bit behind the rest of the crowd... I was already long detached from them just still kind of spacing out...

"It's *** right?" I ask, no long bothered by the mini peep show. I wanted to confirm how to say his first name since for one, every kept calling him Chris til then, and not all languages are said like they're read (though in a technical sense all languages are said like they're read ,you just have to read it right).

"Yeah..." he muttered back in reply... he even blushed, wow, I'm good at getting reactions out of him . We stride and chat, I think we might have hugged and kissed at one point, he holds my hand [his is warm and soft]. At a certain point where he and the hit woman pull out their guns and start shooting what I'll guess are random people. It didn't bug me one bit that they did that... not did I take it for odd. But what did bug me was him taking things from them.

"What are you doing?!?"
"It's free."
"Is 42 cents worth killing all those people" [the normal value would be that much, I think we were in some form of a Wal-Mart]
"No..."
"If you're going to take anything, make it at least worth something."

So he puts the stuff back. We head for the door. I wait for my dad to put back the lollipops he planned on taking before opening the door. Outside is bright and warm, the ground is a rich orange with a tinge of sienna, though the dirt itself appeared dry and looking starved of nutrients. It felt like holy land... and immediately after that thought, a nun popped up on the bridge that connected the door to the outside world [though standing on the bridge would already mark you as being outside...]. I considered it strange for a Catholic nun to be on Buddhist/Shintoist holy land [it gave the vibes of those religions rather than my own].

The nun starred at one side of the bridge. I turn to look to see children, dark, covered in dirt, yet completely happy, play with an equally dirt covered ball. We continue walking and De's hand rejoins with mine. My god-sister then appears. It registers in my mind that logically, she was with us the whole time [which is false].

"Autie, my legs are tired can you please carry me?" And as always, I give into her, she's such a sweet angel. Though... in this dream she was heavy and I felt weak. I could only carry her for about a yard or two before apologizing and putting her down. She seemed to understand and, as if re-energized, skipped up to where my parents were.

We held hands again. We passed by types of desert shrubs and plants you'd expect to find in India and the countries South East of it [my geography isn't the best so correct me if wrong]. I noticed a small, decorative stained table with sticks of sticky rice on them, square shaped [three per two sticks and you had to take two sticks since there were no odd number of sticks visible. That and the sticky rice was held up on two sticks [if that makes any more sense].

I point it out to everyone and we each take some. I have trouble eating it even tough I'm holding the sticks with two hands. De asks if I need help, a chunk falls off and I catch it before replying "I think I've got the hang of this" and take his hand again. We meander on a bit longer and I tell De to look to our right. Like the "Trip to Las Vegas" dream, an amazingly blue body of water existed. The pond had a liquid sapphire center fading out to azure at it's edges. Behind the pond you could find a long line of people waiting for a peddler to sell them sticky rice. I felt a pang of guilt since we didn't pay for the rice.

De nudged me to move on and we headed off to the majestic as well as enormous sized double doors that may have doubled for a gate. About two stories high and a truck long, those red doors with there minuscule details, elaborate patterns, and intricate carvings made it appear to be too beautiful to use.... then out new phones wake me up... the la-de-da ring tone is really getting to me [it wakes me up and it's all the way in the living room]

Influence? I really have little ideas of what I did yesterday to cause such an interesting dream... I haven't been looking at anything by Ji for quite a long time and unless eating seafood and reading DJs has caused a seemingly irrelevant then I'll go with that.

Lucidbulbs--you showed up in a dream of mine last night....

Come and read.....

Very interesting dream! Props for remembering all that dialogue too. 42 cents?? How did you come up with that figure? :p

Actually, he said it but I'm always so lazy at dialogue... one of those bad habits of mine... I neglect dialogue though I remember so much of it

Come and read...

after all the hypnotism tracks for LDs I've tried out... you sound like you're trying to hypnotize me TwoShadows... and you know what? It worked ^^

Lol you know, you didn't have to edit your first post, I weren't criticizing or anything .

*feels slightly mean*

Aww... * to NeAvO* You're no meanie... I just thought it'd be easier on all the other readers if I did that so if they had the sense, would attempt to look at the first post for my personal rules. You're no meanie, you're too cool for that. I was doing it because you had a smart question, not a bad one.

The last dream for this month and it's only one dream... maybe my recall's down because I've been going to sleep later... this one was... special to say the least

The Power of Knowledge?
Throughout most of this dream, I'm at school. The first three days, I'm in high school. The first two days were the first days of high school. Most of it was in the the art room and hallways. There was a shortcut in the lockers to get from my bio to art, skinny pathway but enough so that two people could slip on by. Everyone was all nice and happy on those days.

On the last day in high school, it was like my junior year or so and I missed a day of school. Everyone was treating me totally different. I still sat near my friends... but everyone else was all weirded out. They got all quiet when I spoke... The place where I sat in the dimly lit art room was behind my two friends and next to a guy who as soon as I sat down whined, "I'm allergic to girls." I ignored him as he broke out in hives and such, focusing more on trying to figure out what I missed. Everyone was handing in green pieces of paper.

I asked, "what'd I miss?" Reply- Silence and stares... Gee, I was only out for one day so why did they act like I was a victim who went mute and now speaks or something...

Anyhow. It was now another year advanced. I was in a giant tree house [the innards were carved out to make the house and you had to climb the still living tree to get in through a hole. Me and three close friends were there, chatting away at what our plans were and such. It appears that we were separated on our last year in high school so it was our own little reunion.

Then the scene changed and I'm in my bathroom. I have a feeling something bad will happen if I rip the creepy looking toy panda's head off [located in the tub] but I do so anyway... as if I knew it had to be done. Blood squirts from it and I'm unphased. A couple people die around me, one in my bedroom, another... I think an infant, in the tub. And as odd as it may sound... my experiences with those type of dreams left me feeling indifferent still.

3rd POV kicks in and you see an ugly stone fairy become unpetrified, all but it's wings. It can still fly through the grass and up at heights. But it was thirsting. It had cruel beady eyes and purple and green velvet clothes. I have a feeling it and the panda are linked but oh well... It goes off killing other little fairies. Ripping off heads, eating them and quenching itself with their blood.

So I'm back at the tree house again. This time we're all talking on how to stop that little thing. For some reason... we fear it. They choose me to be the one to learn "healing and pain" by taking me to different colleges.

The first college was in space, it was supposed to be a medical college. The reality of it all? It was a nourishment school. I watched a play on dancing pineapples and how if you add pickles to a steak it makes a vegetable. It was then I decided to leave to the next college.

It was called "SL FL College." I go there and poof! I'm at the feet of a Pharaoh [what's with these dreams and Egyptian influence]. At first I'm listening to him speak to a gypsy. All I remember now is "Well, the best you're good for is recycling my boxes and using them to beg," he scoffs and she flees. A memory skids into my mind and I remember that the school was founded before it was built [time traveling now too I guess]. I, still in kneeling on my knees, just barely looking up at him request, "I would like you to build the school."

Years pass as I stand up and I am only facing a bench and sand, as well as a sandstone wall. I come around it's corner to find the school of "Nobody's Nothing." I enter and ask where the class schedules are kept. A jock says in the counselor's room. So I take an elevator up and two annoying men are in there. I count my money and check my wallet. And one grabs for a check someone gave me [for $5... ]. "Touch me or anything of mine again and I swear I will hurt you," I snarl. Darn, they didn't do much to awaken my dark, angry side [my temper and moods are less controlled in my dreams when it comes to rude and insolent behavior].

At the psycho room I get my schedule to find I'm in all honors classes and classes from my freshman year had already affected my college credits. I had about 20 hours done already and one teacher asked how'd I do so well. I shrug and, while pondering of the fate of my homeland with that rabid fairy I wake up.

Cuspy's right... I watched a bit of TV, all dumb things, a dramatic teenage school movie and an ad on Hatshepset's tomb... I mean... I find it ridiculous that they only now promote the fact that she was Egypt's only female Pharaoh and no duh her son would want to hide that fact, she tried to steal his throne!

Only one dream!?!? lol, I'm pretty sure when I remember multiple dreams, most of the time I'm just forgetting the parts that link them all together. That dream has got to be worth 3 or 4 regular dreams

Originally Posted by Lucidbulbs

it and the panda are linked but oh well... It goes off killing other little fairies. Ripping off heads, eating them and quenching itself with their blood.

Ever seen Pan's Labrynth? There is a scene much like that.