Thread: Strinky's Subconscious Silliness

Originally Posted by Sara

Hahaha, I read a few posts before this, about you getting paranoid your teachers will find this forum... And now it even comes back in dreams. Poor you...

I wouldn't be so worried if putting their real names in Google search didn't keep bringing up my DJ.

Originally Posted by Sara

Well, I fell for the temptation and stayed up till 6:30 And also have to catch up on DJs now. Well, they are still the most important of DV and I use this occasion to say how much I really like the group of people here!!

I probably would have stayed up if my Internet had been working more consistently. I did watch the action on and off for about five hours, though. DJs really are the best part of this forum - I spend more time looking through them than at any other area, now. Even if I don't always comment, it's inspiring to read them.

Originally Posted by Sara

Wow, that was really a good piece!!
I think this will prepare you for your next lucid, getting confident and all.

I sure hope. Lucidbuddha is the username of someone here, but I've never spoken with them or even seen them around much. You'd think the word "lucid" in a dream would spark something.

Originally Posted by Sara

Sweet! I would love to have a Harry Potter dream some day...
Preferably lucid, so he can teach me a few spells

My first lucid was in an epic Harry Potter dream. I didn't do anything HP-ish after becoming lucid, though.

Originally Posted by Sara

I wish you good luck on your next night!
And ehhh, you probably do a lot of reality checks when you see your teachers

Lucid or not, you have an incredible recall!

Thanks a bunch! I feel really good about tonight. What's funny about my teachers and reality checks is that I haven't seen or really spoken with any of them since starting my lucidity attempts. The ones in my dreams all teach at a school that I no longer attend! And Mr. Smith hasn't been a teacher at that school in years. If I was around them at all in real life, I might actually be able to practice.

Sorry to hear your recall is shotty. I hope it gets better soon! =]

Originally Posted by strinky

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December 16, 2007
The S.S. DreamViews

I was aboard an enormous cruise liner, which was somehow DreamViews. Moonbeam ran the show, and decided that it would become an elite candy-selling operation. You had to apply to her with the types of candies you wanted to sell, how you would set up your shop, your health standards, etc. And she would decide if you were worthy, and if so, on which deck you could sell candy.

I found the dream, Strinky! Now that's what I call a good dream!

That's a beautiful pic...I wish I was really on that ship...

I apologize in advance for the size of this post. I've just been saving them up for the last few days here at my grandparents'.

December 22, 2007

Wow, I slept so deeply that night that I don't even remember turning off my alarms. And there were four of them. My sleep is supposed to be getting lighter with a regular schedule, but for some reason that's not happening.

Literary Mass

HCA was held outside the church that I attended a few years ago. My principal popped out from behind a tree and informed me that I was in trouble for a uniform violation. I looked over my uniform and couldn’t for the life of me figure out what he was talking about. The principal did the same thing to three other students who seemed to be in line with the code. We asked him repeatedly what it was that we had done, but he simply wrote us up. I entreated him with my best puppy-eyed hurt look, which my friend Jessica said was executed so perfectly that she almost cried.

We then went inside the church, and Mr. Carlson was teaching AP Literature. He had us read several emotionally powerful novels, and I read Wuthering Heights with my friend Bryn from RCA. We sat in the sanctuary, and saw on the schedule that there were to be masses and services given on the various novels. Someone walked in and asked Mr. Carlson if the "Three Musketeers" one was going to be a mass or just a service. Mr. Carlson thought it would be a mass.

The Vortex

I was in my third house, circa age 6. A large, powerful black hole appeared outside of a second-story window and started sucking everything out of the house. It then reversed, and shot everything back inside. I tried to find a room with no windows, thinking that I would be protected there. Somehow, the black hole was my fault. My mother was there, but seemed immune to all of the flying crap. I remember finding a suicide note.

December 23, 2007
Jam

I was chatting with someone on a message board, which was somehow a series of pod-like rooms suspended in the sky. We were laughing and discussing trolls of days past, including several banned DreamViews members. There was something involving three locks, each one performing a different function.

The scene switched to Dunder-Mifflin, and Pam was talking to Jim by his desk. Jim made a subtle literary reference and then said, "What, has no one read Wuthering Heights?" Obviously, no one answered. I thought to myself, "Hmm, that's strange. In The Office episode with the Finer Things Club, Jim didn't seem to much care for books." Jim looked sad that no one got his literary reference, and Pam comforted him while Toby watched in jealousy. Then Pam and Jim started having oral sex, and my mother walked in. I tried to shield her from the scene, as if it would get me in trouble.

Fragment

I looked at myself in the mirror, wearing my RCA uniform. I pulled at my clothes, wishing I was thinner.

Implosion

Somehow, I taught myself how to destroy my insides just by willing it. I made a few areas of my intestines explode, and decided that this was how I was going to commit suicide. I considered the moral implications of such an act, but felt that I was in the clear. I went to ask my brother if he had any final questions for me – I was willing to tell him anything at that point. He simply went to sleep. I chickened out of destroying myself at the last moment, and instead went to get my father's gun. I couldn't find it, and decided that there were things in life that I wanted to accomplish before killing myself.

Dreamball

I was in the gymnasium from my elementary school. I was thrown onto the basketball team, but was nervous as I hadn't played in almost a year. I didn't do too poorly on the floor, but I couldn't hit any of my shots. Someone named "Ia Dmin" joined the team, and he was an agent from DV sent to sort out the very best members. I asked the coach who "that cute blond" was, and he explained. I walked over to Ia, and told him that he should join DV not only in my dream but in real life, as it would be nice to have a forum of only the best members. (What?! How was I not lucid?)

We talked about dreaming for a little while, and then he joined in our basketball practice. I continued to do decently well, but I didn't understand some of the drills we were doing.

DV: Underground

I’m fairly sure that I had a false awakening in which I wrote down this dream. I somehow learned of a new, top-secret area of DreamViews meant only for the most dedicated lucid dreamers. QwinsepiaSquared and I decided to head over there together. To reach this place, you had to travel by boat in a river that spiraled downward. We took a gondola of sorts, and the descent into the underworld reminded me of The Phantom of the Opera.

We came to a large stone door at the end of the river. It required you to say a password that had been given to each person invited to this section of DV. Qwin recited hers and entered, but I was confused. I remembered an e-mail my mother had received with my password in it, but she had deleted it. Her bank advised her to do so, saying that it could contain a virus. I was forced to return the way I had come.

I had a brief awakening, after which I re-entered the dream. In the style of Narnia, more than a year had passed in the life of DV Underground since I had first tried to gain admittance. I received an e-mail from Adam, giving me my password and explaining that I could still join. I took the same path I had a year before, and my password worked.

Inside, everything was black and white. The narrow halls and doors were scribbled all over, and the scene reminded me of the hatch from LOST. I could see greenish glows emanating from a few of the cracked doorways, and I entered one. I found a few DV members hunched over several arcade games, looking as if they hadn’t seen daylight in months. Their faces were hollow, their eyes sunken, and their skin served as mere reflectors for the sourceless green glow.

Two large groups of members walked in behind me, and briefed me on how things worked. There were two major groups of advanced dreamers with different approaches to lucid dreaming. One group was led by Adam, and another by an admin named Callos. Since Callos seemed more advanced and had a larger group, I joined him. They led me down a steel hall to begin my training.

December 24, 2007
Fragments

I was extremely tired upon each awakening, so I didn’t record anything until this morning. And I was too lazy to elaborate before going downstairs to open gifts. I visited my college as a psych student, drew pictures of Dumbo, impressed the professors, and had a crush on someone. Every other dream was spent surfing DV or DV Chat. No joke. Though I don't remember anyone distinctly from those except Exo and Vex Kitten.

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In light of this, I’m going to spend a minimal amount of time on the computer today. I never think to do reality checks while browsing, so it’s detrimental to practicing for sleep. Also, Sara and bro have convinced me to try out the Everyman sleep schedule. I’ll start that in early January after I get back from Italy. I have almost a month before going back to school, so that gives me time to adjust. I’m excited about it.

Great recall, strinky!

Originally Posted by strinky

We took a gondola of sorts, and the descent into the underworld reminded me of The Phantom of the Opera.

Hey, I know what that looks like now! Cool.

Originally Posted by strinky

DV: Underground

I’m fairly sure that I had a false awakening in which I wrote down this dream. I somehow learned of a new, top-secret area of DreamViews meant only for the most dedicated lucid dreamers. QwinsepiaSquared and I decided to head over there together. To reach this place, you had to travel by boat in a river that spiraled downward. We took a gondola of sorts, and the descent into the underworld reminded me of The Phantom of the Opera.

We came to a large stone door at the end of the river. It required you to say a password that had been given to each person invited to this section of DV. Qwin recited hers and entered, but I was confused. I remembered an e-mail my mother had received with my password in it, but she had deleted it. Her bank advised her to do so, saying that it could contain a virus. I was forced to return the way I had come.

I had a brief awakening, after which I re-entered the dream. In the style of Narnia, more than a year had passed in the life of DV Underground since I had first tried to gain admittance. I received an e-mail from Adam, giving me my password and explaining that I could still join. I took the same path I had a year before, and my password worked.

Inside, everything was black and white. The narrow halls and doors were scribbled all over, and the scene reminded me of the hatch from LOST. I could see greenish glows emanating from a few of the cracked doorways, and I entered one. I found a few DV members hunched over several arcade games, looking as if they hadn’t seen daylight in months. Their faces were hollow, their eyes sunken, and their skin served as mere reflectors for the sourceless green glow.

Two large groups of members walked in behind me, and briefed me on how things worked. There were two major groups of advanced dreamers with different approaches to lucid dreaming. One group was led by Adam, and another by an admin named Callos. Since Callos seemed more advanced and had a larger group, I joined him. They led me down a steel hall to begin my training.

I'm not sure I want to be in that top-secret group if it turns me into a zombie.

Moonbeam: I'm pretty sure that rewatching the clips I sent you inspired that particular dream setting.

Q²: Expert lucid dreaming zombies. But you're right - it was like walking in on a bunch of druggies.

wow that is a lot of dreams ha ha with great recall as per usual strinky

That implosion dream was insane! quite a unique dream I think and you have so many DV related dreams, I wish I could have so many lol

Thanks mark. My recall has been on-and-off, but that was the result of several days. And about those DV dreams, you'd think I'd be lucid from at least one of them, eh?

I told my subconscious that I wanted an LD for Christmas. It complied . . . sort of. I didn't sleep much last night due to sick people snoring in my room and such.

December 25, 2007
Lucid FA

All I remember is walking through a crowd with a group of attractive guys wearing red coats. One of them was my friend Tyler (thinking about adding him as a dreamsign), and he was smiling at me. I then had a false awakening and was on my basement couch (I was sleeping at my grandparents' in real life). I thought about how I wished that I knew that group of guys in real life, but realized that I do, at least, know Tyler.

My mother walked in and asked me how I was feeling, as everyone else in my family has been sick. I told her that I was starting to feel a bit ill as well, and she advised me to stay home from school. Something about the situation started to strike me as odd, but I simply watched my mother leave the room. As she turned the door handle, a disk of light appeared around her hand. I thought, "This must be a dream, c'mon!" and did the nose plug reality check. I could still breathe, which is always a wonderful feeling. I said, "Gift-giving time!"

Of course, everything went black and I woke up. This was only three hours into sleep, so I don't think that the lucid would have been very long even if my brother hadn't disturbed me, especially as I'd already had dream activity before the FA.

LotR, Lucid River . . . Snape's Gay?

As you can tell by the title, this one was a stream of randomness. First, I was crouched behind some sort of wooden divider with several bubble-like windows on it. Through them, I could see a scene from The Return of the King taking place. It had something to do with Denethor, and they shot several versions of it. Someone sat next to me and explained why they shot each scene the way they did.

Then, my brother and I were floating down a river on our backs. It was filled with small crocodiles – and I mean, there seemed to be more crocodile than river. The crocs tried to bite us, but it didn't hurt very much. Occasionally we would dip under the water's surface, and my brother called this "getting lucid."

Switched to my computer desk, and I was reading JK Rowling's website. That day, she had decided to reveal the homosexuality of three previously questionable characters. One of them was either Hermione or Luna, and another was Snape. I don't remember the third one. She explained that she only made Snape gay because a fan had suggested it.

Then, I was that blonde chick from Doctor Who? (the one with David Tennant). This part is fuzzy, but I remember having to rescue several people by jumping down a large metal funnel with them.

Originally Posted by strinky

Switched to my computer desk, and I was reading JK Rowling's website. That day, she had decided to reveal the homosexuality of three previously questionable characters. One of them was either Hermione or Luna, and another was Snape. I don't remember the third one. She explained that she only made Snape gay because a fan had suggested it.

I just had to LOL at that one. Me and my friend had this running joke that Snape would declare undying love for Harry in the 7th book.

Perhaps the third one was Dumbledore?

Hooray, two nights of lucidity in a row (even if they were brief).

December 26, 2007
My Dream Guide

This was earlier in the night and I didn't write it down upon awakening, so I've lost the first bit of it. At some point, though, I knew that I was dreaming. I didn't have much presence of mind in this one, so I didn't think to do much. It occurred to me that I might like to establish myself a dream guide, even I don't actually think they're anything other than glorified DCs.

I walked into a room full of antiques, knowing my dream guide would be inside. In the middle of the room was a medium-sized polar bear, and it informed me that it was, in fact, my dream guide. I didn't expect it to be an animal, but I shrugged this off. I lost lucidity.

My brother walked in and suggested that we go ahead and open our Christmas gifts. I told him that I would be out in a moment. I walked out into a hall, which was almost totally dark and circular. I knew that I was supposed to be waiting for Mr. Smith. I felt frightened at the deep darkness, and suspected that something might pop out at me from a shadowy corner. My father showed up instead of Mr. Smith and gave me something.

The scene switched to HCA. They had invited me back to the school in order to finish taking a few of my courses. Instead of having class, though, the teachers decided to throw parties. My friend Jeannine was there, and we discussed the wardrobe choices of various actresses. We pointed out that after a certain age, women shouldn't be allowed to wear tight dresses.

I was lucid again. Again, the first thing that occurred to me was my dream guide (shows how low-level my lucidity was). I tried to make the polar bear appear again, but I only saw my dog, Lily.

Disney High

I tried to convince my parents that I didn't have to go to HCA anymore, but they sent me off anyway. That day, everyone was required to dress up as a Disney princess, and I had chosen Ariel. Class was held on the beach. Picnic tables were set up, and each of the princesses sat around and discussed their character development, story lines, etc.

Put Your Hands Where I Can See Them

I visited my future college, and met two very attractive seniors. One was medium height, sandy brown hair, with kind of a teddy-bear look to him. The other was tall, with black hair and a more chiseled aspect. I decided that I preferred the latter, and we walked into his dorm room. I pushed him down on his bed and kissed him. Something didn't seem right about that (maybe the vaguest beginnings of lucidity), but I forgot to care when he took me by the waist and rolled on top of me.

Sirens then went off. Literally. Frustrated and surprised, we both went outside to see what was going on. I was now at camp. Apparently the siren had been a drill of some sort. The guy I had just been with ran off to do something, and I was left with his friend. Since I found him attractive as well, I asked him if he'd like to make out. He was reluctant at first, but we started talking and he liked my sense of humor. He then agreed and advised that we try and find a private place.

This became increasingly impossible, as hundreds of police officers showed up and strewed themselves about the camp. The guy I was with said that he couldn't bring himself to make out with me, as there were so many law-enforcement folks around. He said he didn't want to go to jail. (Oh, right, that whole "I'm underage" thing) In anger, I threw rocks at the police officers. As I did so, my male friend became covered in cheese.

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This happens a lot in my dreams. I want to get it on with someone, but there are strict folks around keeping anything from happening. Dream interpretation skills, anyone?

Also, I'm headed off to Italy in an hour. I won't be back for twelve days, so I'll have a lot to post upon my return. And a lot of catching-up to do on other people's DJs. Have a good New Year's, everyone!

hey!!

congrats on the few lucids you have had! they were a good read

Originally Posted by strinky

(Oh, right, that whole "I'm underage" thing) In anger, I threw rocks at the police officers. As I did so, my male friend became covered in cheese.

Haha, yes, that would be one very important but small detail

That last part was really random and made me laugh!

Cant wait to read your dreams when you come back =]

Congratulations on the lucids! I wonder if the polar bear will show up again, that would be cool.

Originally Posted by strinky

In anger, I threw rocks at the police officers. As I did so, my male friend became covered in cheese.

Was that to hide him, or what?

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Originally Posted by strinky

This happens a lot in my dreams. I want to get it on with someone, but there are strict folks around keeping anything from happening. Dream interpretation skills, anyone?

Hmmm, I don't think that one is too hard to figure out. You need a good lucid dream to break thru that.

Originally Posted by strinky

Also, I'm headed off to Italy in an hour. I won't be back for twelve days, so I'll have a lot to post upon my return. And a lot of catching-up to do on other people's DJs. Have a good New Year's, everyone!

Happ New Year!

Thanks for the comments everyone! I've finally returned from the beautiful land of Italia, ready to get back to recording my dreams. Needless to say, all of the busy traveling was not conducive to lucidity. I remember perhaps five dreams from the whole twelve-day trip, and I didn't bother to write them down. I had one lucid early in the night that is barely worth mentioning.

So, this is the first morning in a while that I've written down dreams. As you can tell, my brain is having to stretch muscles that I've given a rest for twelve days.

January 8, 2008
Party in the Castle

Near my elementary school, I built an exact copy of the Castel St. Angelo in Rome. I knew that I didn't actually go to this school anymore, but I figured that my new castle would be a cool place for a party. I invited the entire student body, and most of them showed up.

The inside of the castle looked like the house of one of my childhood friends. Everyone hung out in the living room and kitchen, not seeming to enjoy themselves. We were waiting around for the entertainment to show up. I decided to serve alcohol so that everyone would loosen up a bit. I ended up being the only one to loosen up, and I danced around the living room like an idiot. Everyone got bored and left.

My Guardian Angel

I was in a contest where we had a set time to draw a picture of a person. There were two rounds - one to practice, and the final round. My drawing during the practice round was horrible, so I decided to go to the bookstore to pick up a few works on drawing faces. Draco Malfoy was there, and he argued with me about Catholicism. He asked, "What's it like following a bunch of scripture that was made up in the 80's?" I replied, "Wrong. A complete version of the Bible was gathered in the fourth century." I found a large book on drawing eyes, and left.

On my way out, I was confronted by Hilary Swank. She wanted to have a karate match with me, and I agreed. I had the upper hand for the first part of the match, but she ended up beating me. I said something embarrassing about her in front of her friends, so she ended up walking away in shame.

I descended a set of stairs on the side of the street and entered a dark corridor. A woman emerged from the shadows and said, "Get me some feminist food." I knew that her words were code for, "Something large and black is coming. Wait and be on guard." We waited, and I grew more afraid with each passing second. I decided to run away from her, and ended up getting lost in a labyrinth of catacombs. I knew that whatever it was would still find me. I heard it coming, screeching like a metal fork on a glass plate. I ran, and ran . . .

. . . And came out into my principal's backyard. It was made up of a large forest, and I decided to wander through it. I found a panel on a tree where I could pick from several movies to be in. A flashing red light next to one of the titles indicated that I was currently in The Call of the Wild. A wolf howled, and I could hear my friend Blake in the distance singing "My Guardian Angel" by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.