Thread: Idolfan's Dream Journal

I can't remember any dreams, it was a bad nights sleep and I felt foul in the morning .

Moving to Hell
I have forgotten most of this dream but basically me and my stepbrother had packed our bags and were supposed to be moving to stay with the devil. We were both really happy about this for some reason and were laughing while stood at the gate of hell, which was a path into a school playground. The devil was also there but I’ve forgotten what he looked like. This dream is a perfect example of me and my brother laughing at very serious things. This has been a common dream theme both in this journal and the few I had before.

This was a strange dream experience as for the remainder of it I was “imagining” the dream and whatever I imagined happened. Since there was a playground I thought children should be playing hopscotch and all of a sudden they were and appeared out of nowhere. I wasn’t consciously in control of what I would imagine but I do know that they were in my thoughts before appearing in the dreamscape.

Medal of Hahn-er
Me and my friend were playing Medal of Honour, and like dreams go I became the character in the game. We were supposed to be playing the 5th level, though whether it was Allied Assault, Pacific Assault, Airborne etc. was not clear. I was on a ship and the task was to blow up a submarine with the ships AA turrets. I thought there was also supposed to be an enemy destroyer there too, but one never turned up. After I completed this task I explored the deck with several other characters who were not soldiers. We encountered two people who were supposed to be famous, one was Mr Hahn from Linkin Park (the DJ). I thought something was very odd about him because he was loads fatter than usual and looked strange. He lead the way to our next task, and I could hear the other dream characters muttering behind his back taking the piss, saying things like, “WTF, is he Japanese!?” and “What’s an Asian guy doing leading us?” and what not.

Me and my friend got to the end of the level at this point and he said he would proceed to the next level and save it once it started to make sure progress wasn’t lost. The next level, level six was supposed to be Omaha Beach, although that is level three in Allied Assault.

The Scolding Contraption and the Futa-Fan
I was walking about Big W with my form teacher and classmates. I can’t remember the very beginning, but I got extremely pissed off and stomped away from them all swearing at my teacher. She was looking back in disbelief, the really exaggerated way she does it in class when she gets angry. To be honest this dream was all really one big mesh so I’m only attempting to make a logical storyline here, but each paragraph will be a “part” I can remember. After storming away I found this very large ladder laid out on a table elsewhere in the store. At the end of it was a strange contraption, like a cross between a typewriter and a black plastic box. It had a metallic handle shaped section, but I knew you weren’t meant to hold it there.

I carried this box back to my family’s car where I was messing about with it. It had “activated” and my parents warned me that if I touch the “handle” it will badly scold my fingers. I was fumbling about with small buttons trying to get it to turn off when I saw my little brother’s hand reach out for the metal part. I was panicking but when he touched it he was burnt, but luckily not as badly as I thought he would be. Talk about a mesh of a dream, I think we were driving along the deck of the ship from my previous dream!

The rest of the dream took place during the night at my house, but this is confusing as the small events didn’t really have an order. At first, and this had no relevance to the rest of the dream, I fell into the same imagining phase as last night. I seemed to be imagining a situation which played in front of me in third person. Since I was subconscious what I imagined was utter shit but I think it has some meaning: I was woken up by people outside the house shouting, “Hey, FutaFan300!” or something like that as if it was my name. A futa-fan is someone who likes dickgirl hentai (futanari) funnily enough. It isn’t my name on anything but it sounded like an internet nickname. My real YouTube name is “BlissInIgnorance”, I can’t believe I didn’t mention that earlier. Anyway, after I heard this I saw a girl in a colourful dressing gown first standing and then sitting on my windowsill. She might have actually represented me. The people below shouted, “Take off that silly Japanese costume and come down here!”. He dream then returned to “normal”.

I was in my room, first person once again in the night. I was still carrying the odd black machine so I stuffed it in the space above my cupboards, along with many plastic bags I found lying on the floor. I noticed yesterday’s dirty clothes were also there so I pulled them out and chucked them on the floor to put them in the washing later. Next I was walking around my room with the light off listening to “Down With The Sickness” from Disturbed. It was incredibly vivid and I was even reciting the lyrics like you do when you’re alone (don’t you?). “Looking at my own reflection, when suddenly it changes! Violently it changes! And there is no turning back now, you’ve woken up the demon, in me!” are the specific lyrics I can best remember enjoying in the dream.

Once again it seems I have a perverted subconscious with an obsession with hentai… what’s it trying to tell me? In reality I do like things like ecchi and admittedly, SELECT hentai, but my mind always takes it to the extreme and makes me feel dirty .

American Hairstyles
I was sitting in the dining hall of an American school (or cafeteria or whatever you call it) with a group of girls. They were all discussing hairstyles. One or two looked a bit plastic but there was one girl with a screwed up short hairstyle who looked kind of like a guy at my school. I think the other girls were saying she would look better if she dyed her hair green.

Oh yes, and according to my strange friend who gave me the "Vortex of Lemony Goodness" idea, my 54th post is supposed to contain a very holy and important dream. So much for that, I hardly see what hairstyles has to do with anything.

Maybe it was my last post, because doesn't the topic starter count as one? Yes, it must be. Mr. Hahn, Medal of Honour, Futanari, Disturbed and that strange box hold the key to everything do they? I must tell him. I know, I'm crazy!

Attack of the Ryan’s
First of all, I know I had a lucid dream last night. I wasn’t too aware in it, it turned into a lucid dream where I had set “tasks” to complete. I’ve forgotten the lucid part unfortunately (because I couldn’t be bothered to get up and record it) but the rest of it went like this: I looked out of my bedroom window and there were about seven or eight different copies of someone I knew called Ryan at a summer camp I went to. They were all different ages but clearly the same person and wanted to get in the house. I went outside my house and ended up in the same place outside my school sports hall I kept having those lucid dreams. My grandfather was there and something else happened, but he was telling me that the next area was out of bounds I think.

The Genesis Waterfall
I arrived at a great waterfall similar to something like Angel Falls but you know, a little smaller. It’s gorge was lined with reddish looking rock and I was halfway up the fall, in a place which was built behind it. The cavern was a well lit fancy hallway where an office desk was placed closest to the waterfall (what an entertaining place to work!) and to the other side there was a whole large house or manor, all built into the rock. I had a déjà vu feeling, as if I had dreamt about this place before, and I think I certainly must’ve. I was with a few other characters who worked there and I saw that a new hall had been built going along the side of the gorge. I thought that invaders had probably tried to tunnel in to raid the place but I never asked what it actually was. It was also decorated with a fancy carpet and lighting however. The carpet was mainly matted and light blue with white patterns repeating across it, I can remember that distinctly.

I went down into the gorge with one man in gorge-walking gear to see something, but he wasn’t showing me it, I already knew it was there. A small cave was at one side of the waterfall’s plunge pool and we managed to get in. We pointed to a spot on the wall which we said was where all life started, the very first ancestor of everything first appeared on this very rock in this very cave. An outsider would have thought the man was guiding me but it was like we both knew it; like I said I thought I had been here before.

Scooter’s new lyrics
I was in my maths classroom of all places and my stepdad showed me a newspaper he had been reading with one page dedicated to a new song written by Scooter and the lyrics in it. I can’t remember them all but they were pretty laughable. “<Something something something something> anime, get into some pink, or anything puffy…” is all I can remember but I definitely felt as if HB had lost it. My stepdad was then reciting comments to my granddad who was writing them down as his scribe: “…that was not a song, it was just utter bullshit!”. The message was supposed to be sent to the group Scooter as well.

Alisaka
It was Saturday morning, as it is right now and me and my stepbrother were chilling in my room. My parents were having a go at him about passing his GCSEs as usual. After this I continued to tell him how important it was, I told him, “Look, you know as well as I do that if you don’t try this year you’ll regret it later on in life!”. It was a pretty miserable topic and it got changed soon enough. For starters it was raining like a motherchuffer outside (badass raindrops too) with gale force winds. You know, nothing too uncharacteristic of where I live. I said I would open the window to let fresh air in (what was I on?). My granddad came in and we started discussing a girl my stepbrother apparently knew in school (not in real life) called “Alisaka” I think. According to the dream I shagged her in the toilets but I was denying it but my stepbrother said cheekily, “And I got it all on tape!”. So he and my granddad watched it but I think I was too embarrassed. Later in the dream everyone left and my stepbrother began to cycle over to my granddad’s house, so I was pretty relieved to be on my own.

Ratty’s a Woman!
I was at school in some kind of assembly hall a bit like a court room and I was with a number of people standing in teams indicated by bibs. I was with a blue group while to the right was a red group and to the left a yellow. We were taking part in some kind of quest or challenge. It was announced that the yellow group was made up entirely of females. I looked over and saw my physics teacher putting his gay face on and burst out laughing! It all makes so much sense now! You’ve probably guessed his nickname by the title, that was a note to myself. Heaven forbid if you just happen to be at my school you’ll probably know who I am by now…

More Lucid Drug Abuse
I had this dream while sleeping in, and I don’t even think I did any reality checks, I just immediately knew I was dreaming. I was in my school in the corridor just outside the dining hall. At first, the dream was incredibly blurry and vague, I even wondered whether I was in a dream or whether I was just imagining it. I managed to pull a remote out of my pocket, hand with my arm but mainly by thinking it. I turned up the volume button while shouting, “Increase awareness, increase lucidity, increase clarity and increase length”. To be fair I was actually very aware in the dream to begin with, it was just very blurry. My commands stabilised the dream, not as extremely as my badass lucid a few days ago but enough to make it seem solid.

Now that I had gained control I failed to remember my dream task, because other than the remote I hadn’t really planned ahead. I walked through the corridors and I checked in a classroom consciously expecting someone (err… a girl) to be there. Once again I wasn’t being specific so understandably nobody appeared. I looked around and my German teacher was on a laptop in the same classroom. Right here I should have done one of three things: seen what he was doing on the laptop, ask him where to find a guide or ask him a meaningful question. Unfortunately I just asked some dumbass question like, “What is your favourite movie?”, and I’ve forgotten his reply.

I walked to the other side of the school shouting a few things and thinking to myself, “What if I’m shouting in real life? Will I wake anyone up?”. I also studied the sound of my voice, it seemed so real and I was amazed at how that could be just a dream or from memory. My lucidity gradually wore away and as a matter of fact I could feel it, so I checked in all my pockets and couldn’t find another remote (dammit, shouldn’t have thrown the first one away!). I eventually lost lucidity almost completely and I fell into another drug themed dream. I got my hands on a spliff from someone and as I smoked it I thought I was getting high. I walked into the reception area (perfect for asking for a guide if I had remembered) and there were loads of teachers randomly sitting in the middle of the corridor looking at me. I suddenly remembered I had a spliff in my hand and felt screwed, but luckily somebody came up in front of the teachers and threw up all over the place, providing a convenient distraction. I hastily made my way back and someone told me to look at my spliff; it had been burning the whole time and there was a big lump of ash that fell to the floor. I couldn’t be arsed cleaning it up but I was paranoid someone would find it. I walked past two of my friends who were talking about something and they said to each other, “Oh yeah, that was sick!”. Even though it’s a word I use I went on at them saying that I hated the word because it reminded me of actual sick, “Like that!”, I said pointing to the vomit on the floor. I also remembered that security cameras that aren’t there in reality had been watching my every move! I started legging it out of school wondering how on Earth I would get away with doing drugs and just as I left the school building the dream ended.

hey man!

I thought I would stop by and pay your DJ a vist saying as you did mine.

I had a quick look at some of your dreams you have good reacall and some great lucids. I especially like that extreme lucid! you got so much done, plus the whole spider man thing is just plain cool

Ta, I think >50 minutes was an exaggeration though, it was more like 20 but it did seem really long. Hope I can do it again, I might even try to WILD in the mornings soon if I can be bothered, but I've never been able to do it before so let's see how that goes !

I think I had an epic or two tonight but I was at someone elses house and had no way of recording my dreams. All I can remember was dreaming that my stepsister had a new boyfriend who as it turned out was actually in gay love with me. Luckily it wasn't a sex dream and nothing gay actually went on, thank goodness.

Disturbed Concert
Once again I’ve forgotten most of this dream, but it was the night and I was on the way to a gig held in an arena which I could see in the distance. I don’t know who I was going with but I was supposed to be seeing Disturbed who are my favourite band at the moment. When I actually got to the place there was a big complex as you would imagine outside the main arena and some interesting things went on there. The concert in question never actually started but I just wish I could remember more of the dream. To be honest I felt like so much crap when I woke up I couldn’t be bothered recording it once again.

The Mining Game
I was sat at a computer with my grandmother and we were trying to figure out an internet game. The mouse was shaped like a pickaxe and you had to cut out tiles on a rock face to find something. The first few rounds were confusing because I thought it was a third person game, and we had to guide miners through by making tunnels. Eventually, my grandma reminded me that the whole board was just one rock face so I could mine out anything I wanted. This made the whole thing much easier and we exposed two pictures, which were both ecchi. I’ve forgotten the first, but the second was a cute girl with a pistol. This is just one of those dreams where you feel, “This is really trying to tell me something!”, but what? Maybe the rock face and the way I perceive it represents the way I look at life, but I am still baffled at the whole anime girl obsession for now.

Originally Posted by Idolfan

Ta, I think >50 minutes was an exaggeration though, it was more like 20 but it did seem really long. Hope I can do it again, I might even try to WILD in the mornings soon if I can be bothered, but I've never been able to do it before so let's see how that goes !

ah I understand...sometimes its so hard to judge time in lucids but if it felt long it probably was

Originally Posted by Idolfan

I think I had an epic or two tonight but I was at someone elses house and had no way of recording my dreams. All I can remember was dreaming that my stepsister had a new boyfriend who as it turned out was actually in gay love with me. Luckily it wasn't a sex dream and nothing gay actually went on, thank goodness.

hey I wouldnt worry about posting stuff about gay sex, people here understand that its not to be taken literally and if they dont fuck em lol. Gay stuff does not mean you are gay it most likely represents some part of your inner personality you were "bonding" with

Yeah, I don't really mind gay dreams though, they haven't broken out into actual sex. There was almost a blow job once but that's as far as it's gone. At the moment I'm pondering far more over my subconscious obsession of hentai and ecchi. It's one of my most re-occuring dream themes and I'm just wondering WTF it all means ! Well to be honest, drugs is a far more common theme but I've already sussed that one; I'm looking for an escape, a fix, something new.

Today I actually bothered to record my dreams and I still wasn’t late for my exam! The strange thing is when I woke up I believed that my fried was next to me and he could help me to remember my dream; that’s almost as weird as the time I saw a small red biplane flying around my room! I figured I had to do it myself though, so I wrote down my first dream and then what do you know? I’d only imagined writing it down but I hadn’t in real life! I plucked up the will to move my actual muscles and heaved myself up straight away, which is an achievement for me.

I’m NOT swimming!
There was a massive arena built into a large valley which had a name in the dream, though it looked to be in the middle of nowhere. I was walking towards it in swimming trunks and after a while I began to wonder why the hell I was. I then saw my class inside the arena waving at me in their swimming kit, so I assumed it was form swimming lessons. As I looked at them all I was laughing my lateness off, but I noticed that one girl in my class was sat in two places at once. I was pretty aware and did realise this was strange but I ignored it as you would in a dream.

Sure enough there was a swimming pool inside but when my teacher announced that we would be doing inter-form swimming I stood up and shouted, “Well miss, I’m NOT swimming!”. I was genuinely really pissed off with this, and sure enough my statement got shits and giggles with the rest of the class but my teacher was looking at me shocked in that exaggerated bulbous-eye way she does. She tried to avoid arguing with me although I was still angry. Luckily and “coincidentally” we ended up not swimming as my teacher decided that the pool was not suitable today.

Mass Embarrassment
Your average public humiliation dream, I don’t have these often but luckily I was less emotive than in reality, so the following incident was not actually too devastating. I was at a massive open air concert with Linkin Park and I was invited on stage. I thought “Ok, this is cool…” although in reality I would have been shitting myself. When I got on stage and saw the massive crowd though (tens of thousands!) I realised I was in my pyjamas. I started to panic and rather than hold my ground I dashed off the front of the stage to where the security was in front of the pits so less people could see me. I remember deeply regretting it almost immediately after.

Just chillin with my homie
Me and my friend, the same one I said I thought was with me when I woke up were at his house on a computer and he was playing Age of Mythology. He told me that I would be staying overnight so I could try a bong for the first time. I was pretty nervous in the dream but I didn’t tell him, though don’t get the wrong impression in reality he wouldn’t exactly pressure me into stuff! I have a vague memory of us two then conducting an experiment. We stuck experiments into different clothing combinations to try to make them come to life. We discovered that it worked with ordinary clothing much better than my school PE kit.

I went over the road to ask my dad about staying over that night but I ended up staying to try on some cool new headphones. I brought them back to show my friend and I plugged them into the speakers to listen to the in-game music. While he was playing the game I was listening intensely to the music, quite enjoying it, it also sounded spot on in the dream just as in reality. While I was listening I started drawing a picture. This is something I had done the night before so obviously my mind was repeating this new “skill” but of all things I drew a Chinese prostitute with giant tits. Yeah… well at this time at least this time it wasn’t Japanese… getting better. Luckily I was woken up before I had chance to use those electrodes on it, good god!

Meeting my Grandfather
This is probably the fifth time I’ve talked to my deceased grandfather in a dream and the second time lucid. I was at my grandma’s old house on the computer in the dining room, although she and my dad had a few visitors over I was secretly looking at porn on the internet, like you would out of decency. And I you’ve read the rest of my journal you’ve probably already guessed exactly what type of porn it was, that’s right hentai. I noticed that they were trying to light the gas fire but the gas had been on for a while and I thought they were going to blow the room up! Rather than tell them not to I sprinted out of the house leaving all the stuff open on the PC to save my own ass. As it turned out there was no explosion so I was on my own in the garden.

While walking around in the garden I met my granddad who used to live there but is dead now. I became lucid immediately and didn’t have to do a reality check. I took the opportunity to talk and I asked him if he was consciously speaking to me, if he was something else other than just in my mind. We walked around the garden talking but, d’oh! I’ve forgotten everything he told me, again! His patience must be running low by now…

The Museum
I was at a museum with my classmates and some of my family, it was night although the museum was well lit. At first I was with my younger brother in the main exhibit looking at a book on natural history. Above us was a large glass dome, but except for that the hall was square shaped. Another area in the museum gave me a déjà vu feeling, and when I woke up it hit me that I’d dreamed about a similar place.

I’m not sure if I remembered and recorded it, but I had a very queer dream once where I was flying and walking around many different odd rooms. I can remember only strange images of them so I can’t describe it, but the whole dream was pretty trippy and I think I had it in an earlier REM cycle. I was walking up some stairs trying to avoid something or someone who was silently following, always a few flights down but never coming into sight, but I knew he was there. It was a really weird type of fear; I was very scared but at the same time not “urgently”, I can’t really describe it.

The same thing happened in this dream and at the top of the stairs I came into the floor above the exhibits. I found I could stand on top of the glass dome so I knocked so that all my friends below could see me. The museum was actually part of a large inner city terrace and I saw another building out of the window. I gave a guy in this other building the finger and to my surprise he opened it and jumped straight over! Here I’ve forgotten a massive gap though.

Somewhere else in this building a TV popped up and I was alone, watching some movie. It was supposed to be about child molestation, and all of a sudden I entered the movie and the scene ahead behaved like Tom Riddle’s diary from Harry Potter. I was in a corridor in someone’s house and the environment was toned in a dark red. I knew that I was a viewer, like a hologram, so I could not interact with the people in the house but I could see them and move around the virtual environment. At the end of the corridor I came to a bathroom, and a young boy with his shirt off and dark hair was stood at the sink with his parents at either side who were supposed to be helping him brush his teeth. I waited for something to happen and I got right up to the characters, looking from all angles. I noticed that throughout the brushing both the father and mother started feel him across his back and buttocks, but the rest of the dream didn’t last very long.

Second Year Riot
The dream began when I was sat in the school changing rooms with my best friend from “Chillin with my homie” and my strange friend who I said told me to find the “vortex of lemony goodness” in a lucid dream. It seems as if my dream self can’t go a single night without smoking weed so that’s just what we were doing, very vividly as well. The lemon dude said he didn’t want to try any, he’s a goody goody in reality you see. A bit later I went over to try to use some kind of red dispenser on the wall, and I didn’t know what it was for. I stepped aside for this little girl and I then realised that only girls could use whatever it was.

The whole dream was very vivid, mainly this part. I was in my PE kit and barefoot, and I needed the toilet. Despite the fact that there should have been toilets there I decided to walk over to the main building. It was lunch and there were some people playing rugby on the concrete, my mind designed every detail of it perfectly. It felt exactly real, I even braced myself to be passed the ball accidentally but it never happened. I was stepping in the puddles recreationally because they felt cool on my feet but I didn’t become lucid.

I reached the toilets in the main building and as soon as I walked through the door two lanky men were standing naked with there backs to me getting dried or something. Thinking little of this I went to have a wazz and found that the urinal section was infested with second years. Chuffing second years! They came into our school and go around raping it’s resources, writing shit all over the walls and pissing off every other guy in the school! I swear when they had just started in first year I came into the locker room and in the back two isles all you could see was a big churning mass of them just fighting each other for territory and shouting, “Aaaah! We all got big dicks mate!”. They are the most retarded year in the history of this school I swear down. Yeah, well this was no different, they were all in the toilets nagging at everyone, what was that I said about my mind getting every detail correct? I attempted to urinate in their company but I was eventually hijacked myself. A crazy dude from my year who sits next to me in English was in one of the cubicles and he shouted, “Hey, look at this!”. He showed me a second year who was relieving himself and piss was coming out of him like a powerful horse. I didn’t exactly want to see that but he didn’t stop there. My classmate decided it would be fun to pretend we were all fighting in order to freak out the people in the cubicles. He rounded up all the first years and they screamed as they started slamming each other into walls. I decided to join in and told the tangled mass that we needed battle cries to make it seem more realistic. I gave a big yell and crashed into them all, heaven knows that the crappers were thinking! Basically I ended up enjoying myself with second years, maybe I need help.

I’ve been in Switzerland on a ski trip for a few days so I wasn’t recording my dreams, though I know I had two lucid dreams, and one had some very nice lucid sex, plus I finished! So far I’ve always been able to take a remote out of my pocket. I came in the dream as well but not in real life. It was in an old fashioned house filled with mahogany, another thing which I guess is a dream theme for me, but I really don’t know what this one means.

Music Dreams
Over the ski trip I had two dreams which were just like watching music videos, except obviously they were dreams. The first was for the song “Never Too Late” from Three Days Grace. This one was significant because as I imagined what would happen next it happened visually in the dream. I was quite unaware though so in the dream this emotional song turned out to be about bowling pins or something. The next one about two days later wrote itself though and featured “Mistress” from disturbed. It had something to do with Satan because the only thing I can remember was seeing his symbol.

The Darth Vader Portraits
I was supposed to be watching an episode of The Simpsons and in it was a scene of someone walking down a posh corridor. A sort of spell was cast turning every portrait in the house into one of Darth Vader, which I found funny. You were also supposed to be able to sneak behind a portrait and peer out of Vader’s eye holes.

Photographing ET
Me, my dad and some other family members of mine were sat in some musty dining room with two ET looking fellows in clothes. My dad gave me a camera and told me to try and finally take a genuine photo of aliens while they lined up for the shot. I think I did take a few.

Beelzebub and his Cat
I was running round the living room of an unknown house being chased by a vicious black cat which was trying to bite me. At times I stopped to try to stroke and calm it but it kept jumping for my hand with teeth almost worthy of being called sabres! Every time it did this I was pretty scared. Eventually I sat down on the couch and I thought it was jumping for me so I braced, but when I looked next to me I saw it had become some cute fluffy white cat which was curled up and I could stroke easily.

This was not a lucid dream but I ended up almost completing a lucid task anyway. In the same house I was re-enacting the Beelzebub scene from Tenacious D’s Pick of Destiny with a creature who was supposed to be the devil. We were in the hallway of the same house, and I noticed that he didn’t look like the devil in the movie. The closest I can compare him to is the titan Prometheus from Age of Mythology, but he was only a bit taller than a man. We got through the whole routine up until the part where he says, “Fine! Let the rock-off begin!” and I interrupted because I said I wanted him to look perfect, just like the devil before we did it. All this and I wasn’t even lucid! Well sure enough he did transform into the red, goat legged devil from the film but the dream ended soon after, as if the transformation had sapped it’s energy. Still, I can’t believe I got that far when not lucid! It’s just as well because I reckon a lucid dream would’ve been shorter.

I had a very long and vivid dream that I forgot due to sleeping in, but then again my recall this morning was pretty vague anyway. The only fleeting image I can remember was of David Draiman picking a fight with a man on the street and punching him in the face.

I had a very long and vivid dream that I forgot due to sleeping in, but then again my recall this morning was pretty vague anyway. The only fleeting image I can remember was of David Draiman picking a fight with a man on the street and punching him in the face.

The School Concert and LPU Ingots
The first scene was something sexy, once again I’ve either forgotten it or don’t want to say exactly what happened, I haven’t yet decided on an excuse. Afterwards though I came to a place where my stepdad, mother and stepsister were sat at a table in a field outside talking, and it was a sunny day. As they were talking, they were referring to everybody’s names by the first letter, for example my mum asked, “Hey C, has K talked to you yet” and my stepsister said, “What, K? I hate him anyway”. I was really confused and asked what on Earth they were on about and my stepdad finally told me, and then it became clear.

It was about 2:00pm at my school, which was both a cross between it and my old school and right next to my grandmother’s house. It was announced that the next periods would be skipped as there was going to be a special concert. I went out to look at the scene and a woman told me that the crowd was sectioned into about sixteen “dance floors” as she referred to them, except clearly there would be no dancing. I looked around and saw what she was on about, the place was half full and my friends were there. At 2:15 I had to go home for something, probably to ask my parents whether I could stay. On the way back I was speaking to an old friend from my previous school, and my granddad was taking my home. When I looked back a second time he was gone and two strangers were in the back instead.

At home I rushed upstairs to find a new package from Linkin Park Underground had come. A letter with it said it came from Linkin Park and My Chemical Romance, and it told me to give the contents to charities and stuff. Welcome to the Black Parade started playing out of nowhere as I found the contents were pieces of silver and gold ingots. I replaced them into another box while wondering, “Anyone could just ignore the letter and keep it to themselves, what kind of logic is that?”. In the end I made it back to school in the evening but never saw the concert. That seems to be another dream theme, going to concerts and they never start… time for a list:

Recap
• Drugs
• Anime
• Concerts
• Mahogany
• Life and death
• Music & bands
• War, war games and the military
• Me and my stepbrother finding humour in fights and anger of others

The themes of Native Americans, Japan (directly), thunderstorms and geography seem to have disappeared. I’ve sussed drugs and concerts, while music, war and sex and anime are conscious thoughts anyway. Life and death may be apparent because I’ve been thinking deeply recently, though it was about string theory, not that. I’ve decided that hentai is not that confusing after all cos it’s just a fusion of two dream themes anime and sex which is bound to happen anyway. I’m totally baffled though by mahogany and especially the humour in anguish themes. I won’t get too worked up though, they’re only dreams!

Eddy the Pervert
Don’t worry, this dream has no explicit scenes! It was essentially an episode of Ed, Edd and Eddy, a show I used to watch on Cartoon Network about three friends who live on some street. The whole dream was animated and in third person except for one part where I was walking around the old library at my school. I joined too late to remember the old library so that’s a bit freaky. I looked at my timetable and found that I had loads more exams than I thought I had this week, and I got really worried about how I would cope with them all.

The episode was based at a ski resort and Ed, Edd and Eddy were taking the piss out of some character who had apparently been caught being a paedophile. Eddy told the guys that he would get revenge and later on was a scene where he was stalking around the dining area in a hoodie and facecloth. Somehow the tables turned and Eddy was caught perving, so the scene switched to the next day in the same area.

This part I can remember the easiest and the whole thing was just like on a cartoon, even the sound effects. Kevin, another character was bullying Eddy by spinning him quickly so he lost control and kept on crashing into the wall. Edd (double-D), well known for being a brain-box, pointed out, “See, one side of your body is travelling faster than the other, that’s why you’re spinning!”. During Eddy’s torment he also added, “I hope now you’ve found something else to enjoy other than perving on children”, referring probably to his spinning, which didn’t look very enjoyable. Kevin changed his tactics and put Eddy on a sledge, pushing him then until he reached a snowy hilltop outside. Eddy was ranting furiously back at the other characters and Edd warned him, “Quickly! Although the sledge is at rest now it will gain momentum and travel backwards!”. Eddy replied in a “WTF?” fashion, and when he noticed that the sledge was slowly ebbing backwards he sarcastically replied, “Oh, very funny Double-D!”. The sledge went off into the distance quickly along with a cartoon style ending.

I’m surprised I can remember all of those phrases, my vocal recall seems to be getting better!

The Physical Education Dream
My first fleeting memory of this dream was at first walking over and through cloud with a hint of lucidity when the plane turned into great fields with very deep snow on the way to somewhere. I met a group of chavs along the way and they each said in unison, “We worship Loki!” and each of their faces turned Norse-like and evil. That has got to be the randomest thing, but I’m surprised I can still remember it! Bear in mind, if you will that I was actually supposed to be a different character for the rest of the dream, but I don’t know who.

I ended up walking around with the group I went skiing with I think, plus a few others. We came to this blue ferries wheel out in the middle of this snowy landscape and each organised a ride. I didn’t want to because it looked ridiculously flimsy and there were poles everywhere that you could easily crash into. After a few people had already had their goes this jolly fat ginger dude pushed me onto the seat while I was putting my shoes back on. The thing went extremely fast and rocketed through all the poles, I was really scared that I was going to crash so I closed my eyes and braced, though the ride was soon over.

Next I proceeded to a sports centre in a place wet due to snowmelt. The outside resembled my grandma’s house but inside there was indeed a sports centre. I was only in socks carrying my schools and although I would have hated it in real life, I enjoyed the feeling of my feet stepping on wet rough concrete. I went into the changing rooms which were of a circular plan as if they were in a building’s tower. My classmates were there and discussed things with them as I was changing. I had come late so I was one of the last ones to remain in there, along with the “Pakistani” group. What caught my attention though was not racially orientated at all, it was the fact that this particular group of people were all fat. I started to wonder if being fat affected changing speed, when I remembered I had left something at the other place.

I got pretty fed up at this because I knew I’d have to go through changing all again so I announced, “Well, I don’t have to get changed, cos I’m dreaming!”. I was only half lucid at the time; I was being lucid but only for the purposes of my uncontrollable dream. I had enough charisma though to take my whole kit off on the way out of the building. I gladly stepped over the wet concrete again but I kept having to take my shirt off over and over again as it kept appearing back on! When I had finally taken it off for good I was relieved to feel the breeze, which should have been freezing but here it was pleasurable. Since I was naked, and had decided that I was dreaming I tried something I’d heard around DreamViews, I tried to magically make my penis longer. It only worked really pitifully, but when it did look a tiny bit longer, since my dream self is stuck up I showed it off to the people in the changing rooms through the window.

I went back inside to meet them again but only my brother was there. He started getting gay with me, which wasn’t normal and then I realised, “WTF! I AM dreaming after all!”. Now I had become almost fully lucid, and I was definitely myself by now. I dashed off to investigate the environment but I did not use the grounding technique due to my brother’s strange behaviour. By this time all my clothes had popped back on and I entered the main sports hall, which was filled almost entirely with girls playing basketball. I saw this sort of tent I the hall which was a storeroom, but I thought I saw a sign that said “Ecchi” leading into here. It changed when I looked back but I figured, “If my mind is so intent on this I might as well give it one more shot”. I was allowed in by the girl who seemed to be guarding it but when I entered, no. Nothing but old PE equipment, rackets and shin pads. Lots of shin pads, in fact while I was stumbling about pissed off, a girl walked in with shin pads. I decided to move on with my dream after trying conjuring to no avail, and noticed my field of vision was narrow. I tried to find a remote but eventually just grabbed a shin pad and pretended it was one. With verbal commands I turned up awareness and clarity, but it only worked a little bit. I eventually discovered that my impaired vision was because I had shin pads draped all over my face, so I removed them.

I went out of the storage room and walked among the girls (nothing sexual even crossed my mind here, am I still male?) trying to show off. I said cheesily, “Hey, look at this… I can fly!”, but this time when I tried just did a long jump and crash landed, so everyone went back to their own business. Flapping did not work, but for once in my dream life superman style did, so I flew around like that. I haven’t flown for a while so I was not as good as in some of my previous dreams and I was able to stay off the ground for about four seconds. In some lucid dreams I’ve been flying around for about five minutes over mountains, citied and lakes, so, yes this was a bit of a disappointment. After my recap though, and I’m hoping it was a good flying session for my dreams anyway, I finally tried out mutual dreaming. I have little will that it shall work, which is a problem, but I closed by eyes and put my hands into prayer position which I associated with wishing. I said, “Please let me enter my stepbrother’s dream”. I waited for a bit, and when I opened my eyes, I was wide awake. I must try this earlier on in my next lucid dream or find a doorway.

It seems as if while I am average in terms of popularity my dream self is the life of the party. I wasn’t exactly sure if I was dreaming or not but I still got my dick out in front of loads of characters. Now that’s a dream character with his head stuck up his own arse.

Originally Posted by Idolfan

Since I was naked, and had decided that I was dreaming I tried something I’d heard around DreamViews, I tried to magically make my penis longer. It only worked really pitifully, but when it did look a tiny bit longer, since my dream self is stuck up I showed it off to the people in the changing rooms through the window.

Bwahahahahaha!!!!! Showing it off is just too funny! Were they impressed?

I couldn't really see them to be honest, probably cos the window was fogged or something, but I do know that they had all scooted off when I came back in. I wish that big dick thing would have worked properly though because that would have been freaky !

Originally Posted by Idolfan

I couldn't really see them to be honest, probably cos the window was fogged or something, but I do know that they had all scooted off when I came back in. I wish that big dick thing would have worked properly though because that would have been freaky !

LOL. Did you know some people here have managed to give themselves a blow job after doing that! Not sure what else it could be used for other than shagging a giant. Or an elephant.