Intuition's Dreaming Realm

Hello everyone, welcome to my dream journal. I've recently joined DV, and decided that keeping a dream journal online would be best for not only me, but for everyone. That way I can keep down my journal in an organized manner, and have it up for all to see.

I'll try to post here everyday, but I can't make promises (dream journals can be hard to keep up in everyday life). I will color coordinate certain dreams (text wise) (well, types of dreams and such) under these colors:

Key:
Normal dreams in Normal Text Color.
Lucid dreams in Yellow Green.
Nightmares in Dark Red.
Out of Body Experiences in Dark Orchid.
Sexual dreams in Red.
Commentary in Normal Text Color.

At the end of each dream, I'll try to write a commentary at the bottom of the description.

Here are my statistics:
Lucid Dreams - 0
Out of Body Experiences - 0

Also, at the end of each dream, I will say "Essence of Dream:" which I will relate it to another dream, which basically means that I felt this dream was in the same dream world as another dream I've had in the past.

Well, here's my first entry. It's not very long or detailed, but I'm just starting out...

At Darcy's House

I was at a family friend's home, yet instead of the house being there, it was all a big set of connected tents, that were very flimsy, and kept shaking to the ground. I remember my mother being there with me, and we were talking about how some members of the family were dead. [It wasn't necesarilly sad. I don't think being dead had the same meaning in my dream than it does in the real world, which is actually a reoccuring thing in my dreams.]
I was talking to my mother about monuments we could put up for the dead members, and I can remember specifically having the young daughter's monument in mind. My view switched to two types of monuments. Both weren't really what you'd call memorial monuments, but I remember that they were normal monuments in the dream. There was a voice over of someone talking about how one of them (which looked like a mixture between a mall's trash barrel (with black metal) and a vanity mirror, with flourescent lights displayed in the front) could only be exclusively be purchased through (I believe it said) Pizza Hut (Lol!).
At this point, I remember being inside of her room, with my mother somewhere else of the property, and the wind blew the tent's tarp down, and the next thing I know is that I was outside of it.
The next thing I remember is looking over the property, in an overhead view (as though I were looking down from a helicopter, but also, everything looked like it was in a Battleship type of format (I know this sounds confusing, but I posted a link to a picture reminescent of what I'm talking about at the bottom of the post). And I believe I was talking about how sad the situation was [I didn't necesarrily feel sad, though].

Here's that battleship picture:
http://www.ducksters.com/games/battleship.gif

Essence of the dream: No certain essence that was similar to any other.
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So there's my dream that I can recall. I had this dream after waking up at 5 AM, and going back to bed at 6 AM, using the Saltcube Timer to try and induce lucidity. I can't remember any lucid dreams, but I kept waking up and falling back asleep over the course of five hours. I think I had this dream around 9 AM possibly.

Well, I had quite the number of vivid dreams, but lazy ass me was too tired to record them down! :mad: So all I really have to show you all is one dream (or I think it was a dream, it was kind of half awake, half asleep.) At this point, I was back to downstairs, after waking at 5:30 AM, and using the Saltcube timer once again. I'm not sure at exactly what time I had this dream, but it was between 6 AM and 11 AM, and I remember the room being very hot (I always turn the heat up down here to ensure it's not too cold to achieve lucidity.)

Hello, you're dreaming!
There was a golden glowing light, and I can only recall seeing ripples in the air (as if the air was water maybe) and I saw a close up of my mother's face. She was talking to me, and said "Jonathan, don't you realise you're sleeping? Don't you realise now you can be lucid?". [Well, due to the excitement of knowing that, and not being very deep in sleep in the first place, I woke up. I can't remember if the timer was going off or not. I know I did go to sleep again after that, though.]

Essence of dream: I can't recall being in a similar world.
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So to sum things up about that dream, yes, technically I have had lucid dreams, but they've all ended when I realise I'm dreaming. That's why I'm not really calling them LDs. I usually have them during nightmares, because my subconcious will tell me "Wake up, you're only dreaming" before the really scary parts happen. Unforunately, once I realise that I then have the power, it's too late, because I'm waking up.
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Children's Book
I can remember being in this building (that was like, half of my school (didn't look like the real one, though) and half of my home (didn't look like it though), and it was really tall. I remember being with my mother in one of the rooms, talking to her about this children's book that was really cool, and had dreaming inspired pictures in it (yet, I didn't realise I was dreaming at the time). I remember looking around for it, and found it, but I believe it was stuck to the top of the ceiling in the room I was in.
I also remember (in the same dream) being in the cafeteria of the place, with some of my friends. One of them was trying to gross everyone out while we were eating. Then I remember being at another table, with another group of friends, and my friend, Crystal, was talking about this girl that was supposedly "talking shit" and when I asked who it was, she said "That nigger girl" and pointed to a group of friends (who were black). I was nervous that they may have heard her say that, because I didn't want them to feel bad.
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I can pretty much assume that the people in my dreams were inspired by everyday life, because I saw them all yesterday. I don't really understand why Crystal said that about those girls, though. She's not racist (niether am I for that matter), and I don't recall seeing or hearing about any specific racism the past few days, so I don't know why my DC said that! Just something to ponder...

Essence of dream: Can't think of any similar, really.
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Little tid bit:
I can recall waking up from a dream this morning, thinking "Whew, thank god that was only a dream". It leads me to believe something bad happened in it. I'm trying really hard to think about it, but the only person from the dream sticking out in my head is my neighbor Melinda. (I think).

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Intuition

Out of Body Experiences in Dark Orchid.

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Do you have OBEs frequently, or is that just wishful thinking?

Wishful thinking for sure, hah.

But I'm definately trying to have OOBEs, so I figured for future reference...

Well, I know I had a few dreams, but this last one is the only one that comes to mind right now. I had this around 7-10 AM I believe.


Firestarter
I was in my school, but it looked different. I was at the cafeteria, and one of my "friends" was calling me morbidly obese, and a teacher that I had a crush on that was standing there agreed with him. I was very put down, so I left the cafeteria to look around.
My school was having some kind of fair going on, so I went to the gym (where the fair was) to go and see some of the vendors. I saw this older man's little store, which had antique looking occult items. The man himself was very creepy. He wore an old black suit, with a magician like hat. I left his little store, and went on to another area.
I found my friend Courtney, and we walked around and talked. We found our way back to that same store, and the guy talked with Courtney for a little bit. We were both a bit creeped out by him, but when Courtney and I left, she had a propane tank hidden under her shirt (he gave it to her).
We kept walking, and when we left the gym, we were more in what looked like Costco, or something. She said she was going to the bathroom, to set off the bomb. I went to the bathroom, but was hoping to get out before the bomb went off (I thought it was wrong Courney was going to set off the bomb, but somehow didn't object). The bathroom was weird. The door looked like some water proof suction door, that would be found on a boat. The inside of the bathroom was weird, too. The walls were rubber, and there was just a little hole in the floor where I could pee in. While I was doing that, I kept hoping I'd get out before the bomb went off, and hoping I get open the door (it seemed hard to open) and thought about calling the police, but doubted my cell phone had service in that room.
So now, all of a sudden, I'm out of there, looking from a hill at this mall that is completely on fire. I didn't figure Courtney got out alive. Then, I am looking up above at fires in the sky, and I see them all around, and I'm talking (voice over) about how the fires are set by like, a cult of people. Like, groups of people will bomb these malls, so I am seeing fires in places everywhere, and I can recall how in the past, there have been cults that have done stuff like this. For some reason I think it was the Egyptians that have done it in the past.
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I found this a very strange dream, but I can relate it to things I was thinking about yesterday.
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Essence of dream: None

I was in the kitchen, it was night and my mother was up and I think we were cleaning out the refridgerator. I kept thinking about my diet food and getting back into good health and my mother was saying how summer was coming, winter is soon ending.


I woke up this morning and walked outside - warmest day of the year so far.
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I was travelling throughout Europe, and I ended up going into Russia.

I was in some old lodge looking place where I was asked by a man in uniform (other officials were there) to fill out some paperwork to show my level of intelligence. Most of the questions were biology ones that I wasn't sure on, and the paper's layout looked a lot like abstract artwork.

I then handed it to him, but went back into the room I was filling it out in (bathroom) because I had to go. I went back in and their was a blonde woman on the ground observing a coffee mug that had the questions (weren't really questions, just names or sayings that we had to come up with answers to). She was crying cause she didn't understand any of it, and I helped her out. I understood her frustration because I had trouble with my questions, criticising myself for being a supposed "biology buff".

I answered her questions correctly (her boyfriend/husband/partner) who was attractive, just stood in the corner and said nothing. She was grateful for passing, because it either meant gaining access to the country, or avoiding execution. I had a bowel movement while they were in the room, and I attempted to clean myself.

As I was walking out of the room I kept thinking that it's not worth going out of America and that the only place I'd now consider travelling to would be Australia, but there's not really any connection to me there anyways. I'd have trouble finding people there.

My visuals started changing, and it looked as though my vision was flying over the city which looked like a mixture between Boston and Salem at first. My vision landed on a rooftop with officials on it, carrying out some crime. I voiced over, probably sending a letter to my mother, saying how the people here are so corrupt and that the police get away with anything. My vision changed to houses like in Newburyport and eventually the Sanford's house. No one was around, and it was late afternoon/evening. It wasn't a really weird feeling, because after I walked into my yard it just seemed like it was in a quiet area. There were lots more trees in my front yard where the road would start, but over across there weren't more trees like before.

Across from route 1 (which I don't think was there) was a beautiful large field. I remember wishing it was the ocean, and I tried to get trees across the street to grow. I realized now that I was lucid. The airy quality of the place was quiet, serene, slightly odd with a slight bluish haze. I looked up in the sky and saw a hot air baloon and it stuck out to me, and for some reason, I knew it had important meaning. I knew that once it was out of vision, I'd awake. So I tried to bring it down, and I did slightly (it lit up a bright metalic white when I brought it down) but I couldn't get a complete hold on it. All of a sudden, my body started to fly up in the air, almost as though my back was glued to the bottom of the air baloon, and everything grew dark and I awoke.