Thread: The Dreams Of A Humble Sinner.

Yay! Good initiative H.H..I'll be reading. I beleive the word your looking for is "Key" . Now start dreaming!

Right. My dreams from last night, just to start off with. My recall has been pretty crappy lately so I ended up only remembering one dream.

I'm pretty sure this is the product of a mixture of deep thought I've experienced lately regarding philosophy, radical extremism and horror movies.

What's Up, Dog?

Date: 11/03/07
Type: Non-Lucid Dream
Length: 30-60 seconds
Comment: This was a really great dream! I just wish it had lasted longer (or that I'd have remembered more of it). I was so happy when I woke up.

I was in a classroom. At the start of the dream everything was a bit fuzzy, but I remember some things. There was a huge blackboard in front of me, with the words "Dog Education Facillity" or something like that. I can't really remember. I was at a desk, in the middle of some sort of lesson. Something seemed strange to me, but I couldn't realise what it was. There was a teacher in front of me, with a long pole he jabbed at the board to push his points home. I still felt sort of strange. I glaced around at the other pupils, sitting at their desks. They were all staring at the teacher, entranced. And then it hit me.

Everyone else in the classroom was a dog.

I quickly checked myself. I was still human, even though some parts of me were stretched and misshapen. Then I realised that the teacher was talking. A few words started drifting into my head. I caught phrases like "The natuaral superiority of the canine race...", "... will rise up! Throw off your collars - all you have to lose are your leashes!" and "Bite the hand that feeds you!".

I instantly worried. I was obviously in the lair of some scary ass radical dog extremism group. And I was a human. But apparently I was safe. Instead of being worried I somehow knew that I couldn't be found. I had a huge feeling of peacefullness and happiness. So I went along with it.

The teacher shouted out his points. "They may think they control us! They do not! We are the masters, and they will soon become the dogs!"

And the pack answered: "Woof!"

I don't rememnber much more. The dream ended soon after.

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This takes forever to write up. I should learn to touchtype. Thanks Bro, I was gonna send you a message about it.

lol good dream man. Dog supremacists, that's good. Sieg Bark!

This dream was short and sucked. I can't be bothered with some half-wit would-be-funny title. # 1

Date: 12/04/07
Type: Non-Lucid Dream
Length: 15-30 seconds
Comment: ^

I was In a large room, in a long queue of people. A large man with a white coat was holding a huge spray can. It was almost bigger than him. As each person in the queue came to him he sprayed them all over very thickly with some sort of off-white liquid. After his victim was completely covered with the spray it began to harden and in the end they each looked like massive snowmen. You couldn't even see the person anymore. The line got shorter and shorter until the man reached me. He started spraying me and soon most of my body was covered. As he started to spray me head I blacked out in the dream with an intense feeling of coldness. The dream ended.

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Straw Hanging in the Air.

Date: 12/04/07
Type: Lucid Dream
Length: 30-60 seconds
Comment: Yay! I knew this would help me. This ROCKS.

I can't really remember the non lucid part of this dream. All I remember is me standing in some sort of field and realising that I was lucid. I wanted to do something as soon as possible. My first thought was to create something very big and powerful but I decided it would take too much out of me, so I decided to conjure up a DC. I turned, thinking to myself, there will be a scarecrow there. There will be a scarecrow there....

There was, indeed, an old scarecrow behind me, on an old post. It was a thin thing, badly made and ragged at the edges. It eyes were just two holes in the straw. I remember them creeping me out.

I raised a hand. The scarecrow raised it's head and pulled itself off the post. It walked towards me. Even though the straw it was made out of was nowhere near enough to make a scarecrow, it was still perfectly in place. Some of it was actually just hanging in the air. It was all just straw, but when it was put together like that it looked right. I could tell that it was now alive, that it was now real - behind the straw and the old coat there was the shape of a person. The straw was just there to give it a form. It was the strangest thing I've ever seen.

It walked towards me and gave me a little bow. I raised my hands, and the scarecrow flew into the air. I made it fly around until I got bored. I moved my hands again and it burst into flame. The flames just hung there in the air, forming the shape of a person.

Then the dream started to fade. After a few seconds the dream ended.

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That was my dream from yesterday. I couldn't get to the computer for ages and even then I had to go do stuff. It was a really fun lucid. I'm gfoing to try the lucid task if I become lucid again.

H.S, Fantastic!!!

That first dream sounded frightening. In fact..it sounded terrifying..like a systematic coccooning of sorts..I would have run like all hell.

Ah, a lucid dream..that's really great that you were able to summon a scarecrow..it did sound a bit creepy at first but then you took control of it! Very well done. You know, next time you get lucid, instead of trying to do something exciting, try just sitting down and using the tactile sense (touch) you'd be surprised how much longer you can make it last with a calm, inquisitive attitude and just engaging..that's what's given me my best lucids.

Anyway, i'm glad you got another taste of LD's, may there be many more for you.

I laughed out loud at "some scary ass radical dog extremism group." Interesting dreams. Congratulations on getting lucid! I have yet to successfully summon anything, myself.

Hey there bro. Thanks for the tip about touch - - I'll definitely try it next time, it sounds like a good idea.

Strinbky, I'm really glad you liked my dreams. Thanks for all the feedback, you too bro.



EDIT: I won't be able to post here for a few days - hope I have a lot of dreams to post when I get back!

Woohoo! I'm back!

Couldn't get to a computer for the last couple of days. But I'll write up all the dreams I've had in the last few days sometime today. I don't have much time now so I'll only write up one or two of the clearest ones now. Later I'll do the rest - I had about ten dreams, about four of which were nightmares, some of the worst I've ever had. Oh, and I had a lucid dream and I managed to get the Task of the Month done! So pretty good, I feel.

Anyway, [insert random excuse for smilies].

I'm not going to write up my worst nightmare now - I need to think a bit about how to describe it, it was... strange. Now I'm a bit hazy on the dates but all of the dreams occurred sometime in the last five days. Go figure.

Winter Fantasys

Type: Lucid Dream
Length: 30-90 seconds
Comment: Yay! Lucid Goal Completed! Thanks for the tip about touch, bro.

I was in some huge, very ornate dining room. I remember Sitting on the only chair, gazing out through the window at the garden. It was all very hazy, as if I were underwater. I remember sound was dulled too, and I could only move very slowly.

Suddenly a cup of tea appeared in my hand. I just accepted it and started to drink. I looked into the cup. A bubble rose up to the surface, then popped. And then another. The cup became warm, and then hot. More bubbles. The pot was boiling. Steam started to rise from it, moving around my face. The tea boiled angrily, moving up to the top of the cup, spitting and hissing, until cracks started to appear in the cup.

Then the cup exploded.

I became lucid. The cup had disappeared, and now I was standing in the doorway to a garden. I remembered to touch things, try and make my dream clearer. It worked - not only did it work, it made my dream completely clear. It was amazing.

I remembered The Lucid Task of the Month. I moved outside onto the lawn. I raised my hand and concentrated on winter. The ground frosted and the temperature plunged. It was freezing. I concentrated harder, and snow started to fall, thick and fast, turning the world around me a clear white. But I wasn't finished. Winter wasn't just cold and snow - it was a time of year. I concentrated again and time sped up. The trees stiffened and cracked, then turned black. Died. The leaves fell into the snow. Around me the plants changed too. A small rat-like animal on the ground became fatter as months of winter fat caught up with it, and a nest in the tree widened and thickened.

And so it went. The sky darkened, the animals changed, but I'm not good with them so I don't have a clue if they changed right. It became winter, real winter.

I decided to make a snowman. Without powers, without lucidity - I just got down on my knees and shifted the snow into place. Soon I had a snowman, with dead branches as its arms and stones for its face.

But I had forgotten to touch anything in a while, or rub my hands together, or anything, and so the dream began to fade.

There was time for another little bit of magic. Again, I just raised my hand. The snowman rose up. It's face moved to make a mouth. It started moving. Just like a real person. It became a person. I stepped forward, and asked it clearly -

"What is my name?" I said. I expected it to say my normal name - surely my subconcious knew. In dreams I'm usually very aware that everything is a product of my mind.

Sure enough, it answered with my real name. Then it laughed, a happy little tinkling sound. And then the snow rose up. The dream became hazy, and endeed in a sheet of white.

Welcome back and congrats on the accomplishing the lucid tasks.

So your dream name is your real name? Haha.
I have a feeling that will happen to me too... if I can ever complete the task. Three attemps and three failures so far here

Congrats again and enjoy your wings when you get them.

Originally Posted by Vex Kitten

Welcome back and congrats on the accomplishing the lucid tasks.

So your dream name is your real name? Haha.
I have a feeling that will happen to me too... if I can ever complete the task. Three attemps and three failures so far here

Congrats again and enjoy your wings when you get them.

Thanks very much Vex!

Three attempts so far? That SUCKS! Ooh, that sucks.

I'm sure it'll work, it's just bad luck about the three-time thing... I really hope you get it soon. If you're attempts are on the Lucid Task-ot-Month I'll go try and find them to read, they should be interesting.

Anyway... you go get that task!

OK. Right. Boom.

Finally, I'm writing up all the dreams I can remember and lasted more than a few seconds that I've had in the last few days.

Winter Fantasys

Type: Lucid Dream
Length: 30-90 seconds
Comment: Yay! Lucid Goal Completed! Thanks for the tip about touch, bro.
I was in some huge, very ornate dining room. I remember Sitting on the only chair, gazing out through the window at the garden. It was all very hazy, as if I were underwater. I remember sound was dulled too, and I could only move very slowly.

Suddenly a cup of tea appeared in my hand. I just accepted it and started to drink. I looked into the cup. A bubble rose up to the surface, then popped. And then another. The cup became warm, and then hot. More bubbles. The pot was boiling. Steam started to rise from it, moving around my face. The tea boiled angrily, moving up to the top of the cup, spitting and hissing, until cracks started to appear in the cup.

Then the cup exploded.

I became lucid. The cup had disappeared, and now I was standing in the doorway to a garden. I remembered to touch things, try and make my dream clearer. It worked - not only did it work, it made my dream completely clear. It was amazing.

I remembered The Lucid Task of the Month. I moved outside onto the lawn. I raised my hand and concentrated on winter. The ground frosted and the temperature plunged. It was freezing. I concentrated harder, and snow started to fall, thick and fast, turning the world around me a clear white. But I wasn't finished. Winter wasn't just cold and snow - it was a time of year. I concentrated again and time sped up. The trees stiffened and cracked, then turned black. Died. The leaves fell into the snow. Around me the plants changed too. A small rat-like animal on the ground became fatter as months of winter fat caught up with it, and a nest in the tree widened and thickened.

And so it went. The sky darkened, the animals changed, but I'm not good with them so I don't have a clue if they changed right. It became winter, real winter.

I decided to make a snowman. Without powers, without lucidity - I just got down on my knees and shifted the snow into place. Soon I had a snowman, with dead branches as its arms and stones for its face.

But I had forgotten to touch anything in a while, or rub my hands together, or anything, and so the dream began to fade.

There was time for another little bit of magic. Again, I just raised my hand. The snowman rose up. It's face moved to make a mouth. It started moving. Just like a real person. It became a person. I stepped forward, and asked it clearly -

"What is my name?" I said. I expected it to say my normal name - surely my subconcious knew. In dreams I'm usually very aware that everything is a product of my mind.

Sure enough, it answered with my real name. Then it laughed, a happy little tinkling sound. And then the snow rose up. The dream became hazy, and ended in a sheet of white.

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Logic's Night Off

Type: Non-Lucid Dream
Length: 30-60 seconds
Comment: In this dream, kiddies, we maim, torture, mangle, decimate totally and generally rape everything that is reality.

I was riding a big black horse down the street. As we got to the end, I hopped off and strode towards a house between some oak trees. The horse disappeared. I didn't think much of it. I knocked on the doorknob, and an old lady with a wide smile opened the door. I bought some apples from her that she just happened to have in her pocket. We talked for a few minutes about apples, and property, and whales, until she smiled and viciously attacked me with a bread knife.

I dived through the door past her. Everything became black for a seconds, and then I was rolling down a mine shaft. There was no light but I could still see everything. I landed in a cart full of what I suddenly knew to be archeologists. We rattled down the shaft. The archeologists only spoke meaningless jumbles of sentences, so I didn't talk much with them. Something big was following us. I didn't look back. The tunnle spat us out into a lake. The archeologists disappeared.

There was a full opera standing knee-deep in the lake. Without a word I pulled out a baton from god knows where and started conducting them. A light, tinkley tune.

The dream ended.

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Umm...ouch.

Type: Nightmare
Length: 30-60 seconds
Comment: Being ripped apart by monsters who happen to be human and then being made to eat your own organs really sucks. This dream isn't for the faint-hearted. It gory, sickening and messy.

EDIT: Thankfully this was a hazy dream. After much thought, I've decided to leave it out. Some doors just need to stay closed.

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Thinking Outside of the Box

Type: Nightmare
Length: 60-90 seconds.
Comment: Again, an awful dream.

It was very dark. That's all I could remember at first. Darkness. I remember being hunched up. Very stiff too. With the limited space I had, my hand scrabbled around in the ground around me. I was in a very small space. Some sort of container.

My fingers found an object. Somehow I just knew it was a match. There was a matchbox too. I twisted, and turned, and managed to light the match.

I was in a coffin.

Panic rose up in my throat. My neck felt suffocated, like it was being squeezed. I started gasping for air, but my neck became tighter, panic strangling me, biting back a silent scream. I was frightened - my mind was filled with fear, my brain completely flat with it. I couldn't think, couldn't feel anything - apart from the tide of fear and anger and panic that were drowning my mind. I was like an animal, a caged animal, crazed, paralysed with terror.

And then the match went out.

I lashed out at the sides of the coffin, blood trickling down my arms. I was screaming, and crying. Screaming and crying, and all the while more blood appeared, more and more, just lashing out, screaming, crying. And the blood ran down my sides. The coffin never dented. I hit and kicked and screamed and cried and tore my hands into a mess of rags.

And still I lashed out, all the while crying in my silent grave.

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Yeah... What the hell do I put here?

Btw, even the thought of the last nightmare is painful. I'm still not sure how to describe it. When I feel okay with it, I'll post it up.

Very nice Lucid! That is an awesome winter. I like the snowman coming to life effects.

Logic's Night Off is the most random bunch of things ever put into a paragraph. Gotta love dream logic.

I love the way this is set up, so easy to read and decifer. I'm proud of my student!

Hey, thanks Kitty!

Ok. Last night I had a great lucid dream! I completed all of my lucid goals! I built an entire civillization and ran it for 2000 years until my subconcious screwed me by making a huge fireball hit Earth. Luckily, I had backup, so after bundles of fun I made my civilization again, even better than before! Then I rode on dragons and...

Yeah, right. I remembered one dream. It's highlight was nearly being trampled to death by a half-crazed mob.

This dream was short and sucked. I can't be bothered with some half-wit would-be-funny title. # 2

Date: 12/11/07
Type: Non-Lucid Dream
Length: 30 seconds
Comment: Fun, fun, fun! ^

I was in a crowd. Human, this time. The crowd parted and a huge mob of people started running past, yelling. The crowd parted into groups. A ratty little woman was standing in my rather small group. On her signal groups left, one by one, merging with the running mob.

My group was last. When the sugnal came we started running. Then half the people disappeared and I just knew that I had to score two goals in the football stadium that had appeared in front of me. I don't remember why I had to do it - I just had to. And there was no question of disobeying. So I tried, and tried, and each time my ball moved sluggishly a couple of feet. I couldn't figure out what was wrong. I ended the dream very frustrated.

Originally Posted by A Humble Sinner

Yeah, right. I remembered one dream. It's highlight was nearly being trampled to death by a half-crazed mob.

LOL!!!

Originally Posted by pj

LOL!!!

What can I say? I'm in a bad phase.

I didn't remember last night's dreams, but I had my nap - with extra milk - and I had a luthid dweamthy-weemthy.

This Place is Going to the Dogs

Date: 12/13/07!!!!!!!!!!!
Type: Lucid Dream
Length: 0-30 seconds
Comment: Only got to the comp now. This happened hours ago.

I don't remember much of the dream. It was very hazy and fractured. I just remember a few seconds before and after becoming lucid. I remember walking on the pavement in some sort of city. A car swerved towards me. I jumped sideways, falling over into someone. The car hit the wall exactly were I had been.

I got up, but as I did, the woman grabbed my hand. She started yelling at me, asking me what I thought I was doing. I became lucid.

I stared at her for a moment, stumped, letting her scream and scream. Then I had an idea. I put my hand into my pocket, all the while thinking "this will be the leaflet I need, this will be the leaflet I need...". I brought my hand out.

I got it right. Written in bold along the side of the leaflet were the initials C. I. A. - standing here for Canine Intelligence Agency. My new name for the scary-ass-dog-extremists.

I gave her the leaflet. She glared at me suspiciously. Before she could say anything I started talking to her - talking to her with a bit of help, of course. I let my now, thanks to my lucid powers, hypnotic voice wash over her.

I explained it would be a fantastic idea to go see them. An absoloutely amazing experience. Not just amazing, but absoloutley essential to her if she ever wanted any twisted, pathetic hope of a happy life. An adventure. Who wouldn't want to go? It's really not an opprotunity to be missed. You think so too? I'm so happy.

And off she went, a little beacon of sunshine. I waved her off as the dream ended. I know it was cruel of me, but sometimes, if you really have a problem with someone, you really do have to throw them to the wolves.

Very cool lucid. You'd think it would indeed be pretty easy to hypnotize DCs. I found it funny that you convinced her to visit the dog extremists from your other dream. Sounds like you've had some sweet lucids in recent history - I envy you!

Ahahhha...Brilliant Humble Sinner! You really know how to work those dream characters...I'm having a whole load of trouble manipulating mine . Smooth move with the leaflet..."beacon of sunshine"!

Congrats on lucidity my friend..well done. Many more to you.

Thank you, thank you, thank you... *throws flowers from the stage*

Thanks guys!

Reality Sucks

Date: 12/13/07
Type: Non-Lucid Dream
Length: 1-2 minutes.
Comment: Probably because of television...everything is.

I was in a hotel, in a wide corridor. I was in a line of people dressed in rags. I had to race them to some place in the hotel where I would ultimately win the Immunity. It was some kind of reality tv show where people get voted off..

Some guy blew a whistle. We started running through the corridor and down a flight of stairs. I elbowed two people out of the way, jumping through an open door. I locked it. Then I looked around me. I needed to stop everyone else somehow, I had to win that immunity. The door would only hold on for so long.

I was in a dining room. I looked around hazily, and then I found something that I could use. As I picked it up, the door rattled, and broke. They were in.

I smashed a heavy steel chair down on the first contestants head. I lifted it up again. And swung.

The contestanbt was on the ground. I lifted the chair up again, my mind starting to feel fuzzy.

WHAM! The steel chair crashed down again. The man was a bloody mess, crawling on the floor towards me...

WHAM! The chair swung down again, some last vestige of my sanity watching helplessly as the chair struck. I just wasn't in control any more. The best my mind could do was cower in fear. The chair struck. WHAM! Again. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

The dream ended in a blur.

Don't Mess With Me. I Mean It

Date: 12/13/07
Type: Lucid Dream
Length: 2-3 minutes
Comment: Wow. I blackmailed the Devil. That's
a first, even for me.

Long dream and I really didn't have time today. I'll edit this post tommorow to include this dream.

Everybody's dreaming of violence these days...that does sound a bit like tv. You kicked ass though and it sounds like you got to the top, nobody'd dare vote you off. S steel chair, elbowing, good stuff! My kind of dream (not that I have them, but perhaps reading this will add some more zest to mine)

Look forward to reading the second dream.

It looks like you had quite a night of dreaming, if I understand both of those dream descriptions. That second one certainly sounds interesting, and I'll be watching this thread for the details. Violence, indeed. Too bad you didn't get to find out if you won.

Originally Posted by A Humble Sinner

What's Up, Dog?

Date: 11/03/07
Type: Non-Lucid Dream
Length: 30-60 seconds
Comment: This was a really great dream! I just wish it had lasted longer (or that I'd have remembered more of it). I was so happy when I woke up.

I was in a classroom. At the start of the dream everything was a bit fuzzy, but I remember some things. There was a huge blackboard in front of me, with the words "Dog Education Facillity" or something like that. I can't really remember. I was at a desk, in the middle of some sort of lesson. Something seemed strange to me, but I couldn't realise what it was. There was a teacher in front of me, with a long pole he jabbed at the board to push his points home. I still felt sort of strange. I glaced around at the other pupils, sitting at their desks. They were all staring at the teacher, entranced. And then it hit me.

Everyone else in the classroom was a dog.

I quickly checked myself. I was still human, even though some parts of me were stretched and misshapen. Then I realised that the teacher was talking. A few words started drifting into my head. I caught phrases like "The natuaral superiority of the canine race...", "... will rise up! Throw off your collars - all you have to lose are your leashes!" and "Bite the hand that feeds you!".

I instantly worried. I was obviously in the lair of some scary ass radical dog extremism group. And I was a human. But apparently I was safe. Instead of being worried I somehow knew that I couldn't be found. I had a huge feeling of peacefullness and happiness. So I went along with it.

The teacher shouted out his points. "They may think they control us! They do not! We are the masters, and they will soon become the dogs!"

And the pack answered: "Woof!"

Just started reading your DJ, and I love everything about that dog dream. A class room full of dogs sitting at desks, how you had to check to make sure you weren't a dog, and especially the propaganda the teacher was spouting. I can't stop laughing! Good stuff, keep it up!