Thread: Damaged dream journal

As I have kept a dream journal previous to joining dreamviews, I decided to fill in for jan-feb 2008. At times it may seem Im a depressed little sod, but I'm realy happy alot of the time. I feel happy during the day, then before I go to bed I spend 1/2 an hour to an hour scribbleing sad stickman drawrings and angry little paragraphs of writing that vent the stress out of me, then I sleep solid until six, when I get up.

unknown date:
am sat in room. head down stairs to find mother in corner of living room. ask what is wrong. no reply. go back to room. everything is gone, and there is a mauled dog bone in the center of room. go back down stairs. tell mother. she points to window. there is a man stood there. wake up with start. whole dream was totaly silent, apart from my speach.

unknown date:
cant see. hear machines whiirrr. feel thing penertrating my flesh, then being pulled out. hear life support bloop. lasts about 5 mins.

unknown date:
am talking to freinds in school yard. a girl I have a crush on comes over, and we start talking. randomly, she grabs and twists my finger untill it dislocates, then continues twisting untill it is facing the wrong way. can barley see. am running somewhere. wake up slowly, fall out of bed, then realise it was a dream. realy happy dream untill I have my finger dislocated.

unknown date:
shopping in asda with parents. in magasine section. man eating pop corn right next to me. is following me around the shop. turn round and hit him. he swears then walks off. spend rest of dream finding parents.

unknown date:
cooking something in microwave. does not turn off when i open the door. despite every inch of my body wants to run away for some reason, yet uncontrollably i stick my head inside. se fire rush towards face. dream lasts about 20 seconds all in all. threw up when I woke up.

unknown date:
in dark narrow hall way. running as fast as i can towards door. start slow motion running. shadow looming in on me. turn around. nothing there. turn around again. and theres a tv. it shows my face, slowly growing older and older, untill it is a skeliton. feel raw fear now. turn around, about to start
running, and there is a skeliton on the floor. woke up with a start. threw up a bit later.

unknown date:
sat by the lake I live near. nothing happens. at all. for 15 minuets. realy nice dream actualy.

unknown date:
sat on sofa. watching tv. (never realy do that) my dog comes over, with a bone in its mouth. he drops it. mum comes in and screems saying "where is your arm?" look to my left. indeed, there is no arm. look back at dog. look back at dog bone. woke up, remembered it, then laughed my head off.

unknown date:
not actual dream, but got a sudden sence of happyness when drifting off to sleep, then looked at window, and the sun was shining, despite it being like 2 in the morning. blink and its gone.

7/2/08:
I was on my grandads boat in a port, and we were clay pigion shooting. I shot one out of the air, and saw it break apart, yet somehow this damaged the boat to the point of sinking. I was on the vurge of lucidity then, but it realy struck me when I was running in slow motion off the boat. I tried to remain calm and collected here; normally I panic and try to do everything as quick as possible before the dream ends. so I stayed calm and stuck my fingers through my hands a few times.

I looked up to see my grandad staring at me, when I realised how weird this must seem to him: I just sank a boat with a buckshot round, then did a slowmotion sprint off the boat, then stood still poking my hands. I starting laughing my head off, nearly fell off the boat.

I must of nearly lost my lucidity here as when I looked up my granddad was gone, and every thing was hazey. I nearly lost my cool and panicked here, but thankfully stopped and spun around a few times. once I was back in control, I had a go at what I always wanted to do in a dream: shoot a fire ball!

At first I achived little, and having to stop and spin around every ten seconds did'nt help, so I borrowed my grandads lighter (even though he does'nt smoke) and focused on making the flame grow. This worked well, and I shot fire into a nearby wall. Now this would be tricky- I wanted to set fire to my hand, so I could do the whole "grow the flame" trick wherever, but I thought that the fear of being on fire might wake me up. so, I pulled a bottle of bubble mixture from my pocket (no, I don't carry around bubble mixture in real life) and blew a bubble. I then stuck my hand into the bubble, and consentrated on making the bubble stick to my hand like clingfilm. it did, and when I spun around it was still there, so I proceeded to light it on fire. it stung slighty, but damn did I feel cool! (just realised my choice of image realates to my dream alot- I didn't base it on that at all, I chose that image because it has always scared me since I was a small
child.) then I set a couple of things on fire, (dust bin, clay pigion mid-air) but soon wanted something else.

I wanted to lift a car with my mind, so I stared at it , consentrating on it lifting up. It shook, but failed, as I thought it would. I think I started loosing lucidity here, due to me consentrating so hard, but woke up thinking "wait, is my arm still on fire?" After a few seconds it all came back to me, and I spent all this morning trying to explain to my family what a lucid dream is.