Bob Doles DJ

Bob Doles Dream Journal

Color Key

» Black: Normal dream
» Red: Nightmare
» Blue: Lucid Dream
» Gray: Remember very little or nothing at all of the dream.
» Green: Note or explanation

Dreams

Walking to School, first lucid dream
Don’t remember the date (Written many months after. I can recall what happened, though)

I was walking to school. It was a very bright summer day. Colors were amplified by ten, it seemed. While I was walking I thought to myself, “Why am I going to school?” “I don’t go to school anymore!” “I don’t even remember where I was before I started walking to school!” I thought I must’ve been dreaming. I heard about lucid dreams before so I was excited. I first wanted to just freak out all the other people walking to school, but I stopped myself. I was not really sure if I was dreaming. Maybe I had just gone totally psycho.

So I tried a reality check I read about. I looked at a stop sign that read, “Stop.” I looked away and back and it didn’t even resemble letters the second time. So I knew I was in a dream.

I walked into the middle of the street and thought, “What the hell am I supposed to do?” I couldn’t think of what to do so I just went to the old see naked famous women. I wanted to see Jessica Alba naked. So I read spinning around will make things appear. I spun and thought about Jessica Alba and there she was. However, I couldn’t see anything. She was extremely blurry. The blurriness was like a big circle around her. I walked closer trying to see, but she just became smaller and soon after lost lucidity.
(Now that I know a lot more about lucid dreaming, it kind of sucks that I wasted the only lucid dream I've ever had.)

Evil in the room
April 08, 2008

Many dreams, but I do not remember what they were.

(I woke up and quickly went back to sleep.) I felt myself falling asleep. Everything became black. I was sitting on the edge of my bed. I heard an evil voice screaming. She said something like “Here it comes” or “Here I come.” I don’t know what she was, but as she was screaming I knew it wasn’t good. I could feel a bad energy around me. I instantly knew I was in a nightmare and within a second pushed myself to wake up. (I was mad at myself after. Since I knew it was a dream I could have became lucid instead I woke myself up.)

Family Event
April 11, 2008

I was sitting in my room. My sister, her boyfriend, and my mother (which never happens because they are divorced) came over my father’s apartment. We were going out to eat for some special occasion. My dad had a suit on. This kind of shocked me because he doesn’t go out with my mother, sister, and her boyfriend. I start smoking a blunt. My sister’s boyfriend sits down on the couch in my room. They were talking about how Beyonce and Jay Z were going to be where ever we were going. (I had Howard Stern on while sleeping. It was a replay and I know they were talking about them from hearing that replay before. So this is probably where this came from.) I really didn’t care at all. I didn’t know where we were going either. I really didn’t want to go. (This is normal though; I don’t want to go to any family functions) I asked where we were going, but nobody responded.

We were all sitting in my room, which looked more like a fully finished den then my room. Kind of a combination of all different living rooms, basements, and rooms I’ve lived in. (I moved around a lot.)

I turned on the TV. It was some basketball event, but not a game. Jessica Alba (I seem to dream about her a lot. What can I say, she’s really hot) was there who threw the ball with one arm towards the rim. She was at about half court. Shockingly, she rimmed it. I couldn’t believe she just did that with near perfection. Some random guy caught the ball and dunked it.

I looked at the wall and noticed five family pictures. I thought this was strange. First the pictures were just family pictures then they changed. The pictures, that changed, were of my friends and my sister and I when we were very young. The pictures came to life. (Where I should have noticed it was a dream, but didn’t) I thought, "Did I smoke salvia before I went over here?" (I recently tried salvia which is supposed to give DREAM LIKE trips. So if I didn't smoke salvia I probably would have thought it was a dream instead of a salvia trip.) One of my friends was standing behind me on the dock when he jumped off with me into the water. (None of these pictures were based off of actual reality. None of the things pictured happened.) The other picture was my sister and I on the docks. The others I cannot remember.

Later we are in the restaurant. It was my sister, her boyfriend, a little blonde girl (about 4 or 5 years old), a black guy, his wife, and my parents. I have no clue who the little girl is. I remember something in my dream that had to do with her, but I cannot remember. I have no clue who the black couple was. It was not Beyonce and Jay Z. The guy was short and fat.

Welcome to Dreamviews. That was a good decision to start a DJ. You can look at mine if you want. I had a very interesting LD last night. It is below in my signature.

Nice Dream Journal you have going there Bob, by what you're typing, it's going to be awesome, and welcome to Dream Views, you're going to love it here!

A drive to somewhere to go pick something up
April 13, 2008

A guy I used to work with was going to drive me somewhere to pick something up.

Later on in the dream after he drove me to wherever he leaves his car in front of my place and takes someone else’s car somewhere. I remember taking his car to meet up with them. I see a girl I know in the middle of the street. I stop. I remember she told me I was a horrible driver. She asked where I was going and I told her the mall. She comes with me.


Late for work
April 13, 2008

(Ten years ago I lived in an apartment with my parents. When I was getting ready for school I would sit in the living room and watch TV.) I was in that old apartment living room, but it was current day. I was getting ready for work. The time was 2:50 and I had to be at work at 3:00. (Real life I have to be there at 7:00 am. It takes me fifteen minutes to get there) So I know I am going to be late, but if I hurry I think I can make it by being only a few minutes late.

All of my clothes are all over the living room couch and I am struggling to find my work uniform. I find it and put it on. Somehow my boxers end up on the outside of my pants. I notice holes in the knee part of my pants and figure they slide through that. (Doesn’t make sense, I know) I slide the boxers through the hole and leave for work.

I am hungry so I stop at the local convenience store. I order a hoagie (They have a small deli) and then start getting other things. I start picking up sodas, ice cream, chips, etc. I then remember I am late for work and I don’t need all this stuff. So I am rushing to put it back, but I cannot find where it belongs. So I just put it on random shelves. As I am putting it back the items are destroyed. The ice cream spills and the cupcakes are mashed up outside of the box all over the coffee table that I shoved it at. Nobody notices so I don’t really care. I decided to just buy the hoagie. I go to the register and they tell me its 70 cents. I pay with two quarters and two dimes. I remember I had a few nickels with me too. (I never carry change in real life and hoagies don’t cost 70 cents) I pick the hoagie up and leave. Past that I don’t remember much. I do remember sharing half the hoagie with someone and thinking the hoagie is a lot smaller than it used to be.

I got a bottle of Vitamin B-6. Last night I took one. When I woke up, I did notice my dream recall improved greatly. I remembered three dreams I had in detail. However, they were all very personal and sort of lame. I decided to just skip over them and forget them. I do that sometimes with really personal dreams or dreams I just find utterly boring.

Anyways, I had a dream journal a while back before I gave up on lucid dreaming. I just threw it all out. I sort of remember a lot of them from originally writing them down. I think I will just add them here. All of this, from my memory, is about five to eight months old.

Déjà vu
Don’t remember the date

(In waking life I was waiting for my sister to bring her car over. She was having trouble with the air-conditioning. However she was taking her sweet time. Delaying as long as she could. Which made me mad. I was doing her a favor and I was waiting for her on my time. I took a nap) False awakening. I went to the living room and grabbed a holiday krumpet by tastykake (I just bought them in real life and they were on that table). I started talking to a friend about the situation and why I was mad at my sister. I then woke up. (When I woke up I went to the table and grabbed a tastykake and saw my friend sitting in the chair I saw him sitting in, in the dream. Déjà vu)

The death of me
Don’t remember the date

I don’t remember the beginning of this dream. I remember I was lying down on a table in an orange top and pants. I was dying. The doctor was telling me I had a choice. I could become better and go on with my life or I could die and see what really is on the other side. He kind of implied that I would be reincarnated. He made this all sound really good. So I told him to go ahead and let me see what is really past death.

I remember lightning shot out of everywhere in the room. I saw myself lying on the table as electrical charges shot at me from everywhere. I saw myself die. As I looked at my dead body being electrocuted everything changed from real to looking as if it was an animation. As I looked closer I realized I was playing a video game and that wasn’t really me. That dream ended after that.

Going to work
Don’t remember the date

I again don’t remember the beginning or this dream. I think I was wondering around the subway terminal. Later on I was taking the subway to work. I was sitting in the trolley, but my vision was from outside the trolley. Everything had so much detail. The colors were amplified. It kind of had a 1960 feel to it.

While going forward I could see an oncoming trolley in the distance. I could see that there was not enough room for both to fit. I was 100% sure we were going to crash into the other trolley. Shockingly the trolley I was in tilted to the side in a cartoon-like fashion and allowed the other to pass.

Parts I don’t remember.

I arrived at work. However work was located at a stop the trolley made. I had a bag of pills that didn’t belong to me. I think I bought them at a CVS. I don’t remember what they were. They made me embarrassed. I hide them on the top of a locker.

The dead woman
Don’t remember the date

(This dream is really strange. I have no clue what it meant.) I don’t remember much of it.

My basement (Don’t have a basement in real life) was flooded. As I searched through it I saw an old trunk. I knew what was in it, a decaying body of some woman. I killed her. (I don’t remember why I killed her). I opened it up. The smell was horrible and the sight of her was much worse. Her skin was already turning gray. I knew I had to get rid of the body before people found out. I didn’t know what to do. So a few friends helped me bring it up to the living room.

I don’t remember much after that. I remember a few friends helped me dump the body in a trash bin. I lit the bin on fire and left.

(I don’t remember much, but I do remember my friends and I fighting a lot over the situation. I don’t think I was the only one who killed her. I think they were in on it to, but I cannot remember.)

Well, I didn’t get much sleep. Because of that I spent the time I needed to get ready for work trying to get one or two minutes of extra sleep. So I didn’t get time to write down the dreams I had. So this is all on memory twelve hours later. I only remember one of the dreams. Remember really isn’t a good word to use, because I hardly remember. I should note I did take a vitamin b-6 at 11, but didn’t get to sleep until about 3 am. I couldn’t sleep.

Amy and the blonde girl
April 15, 2008

I was sitting in a den with a few friends. The TV was on. (Don’t remember what was on TV) I felt high, but didn’t remember smoking. I asked my friend Michelle if I look high. She looked into my eyes and told me, “You don’t look high.” My friend Mike was hitting on Michelle. I expected her to be totally grossed out, but she wasn’t. This was strange. (In waking life he has a thing for her, but has zero chance. She’s way out of his league.

Later on the dream has something to do with this girl I know, Amy. (Real life: I know she’s interested in me, but she has a kid with her boyfriend. The boyfriend part doesn’t bother me. The kid does. So, I won’t take it anywhere) the dream revolves around her and her friend. This really pretty blonde girl. (Doesn’t exist in real life). I remember walking Amy home with her friend. I remember she and her friend were fighting, but I don’t remember over what.

Sometime later I was at some public place. For some reason I had to smoke weed. So I went to the public bathroom. (I wouldn’t do this in real life. This is just stupid) There were a few enclosed toilets with plenty of room. Each had it’s own sink. It was like a bunch of .5 bathrooms in a big public bathroom. However the walls and the door to each toilet stopped at about waist height. So I tried to hide by sitting on the toilet. I could reach the sink and the door while sitting there. While sitting on the toilet I thought "Someone will still be able to see me." I pushed the swing door (which was tan in color) wishing it and the walls were taller. I felt a sense of urgency. Not only because somebody might walk in and see me on a toilet rolling a joint, but I might miss what was happening outside. Had something to do with Amy and her friend. Cannot remember. I remember the joint paper was really small, too small. I put way too much weed in the paper and I didn’t remove any seeds or stems. (Make a circle with your fist. This was the size of the joint I was trying to roll.) For some reason I could not roll it. (Wonder why, heh) The weed spilled all over the floor.

(I don’t remember much of the rest of the dream, but I do remember little images and feelings which makes me mad that I don’t remember. Because it seems I am missing the good parts. I feel like there was a plot to the whole dream and I can’t remember it. Movie like. Sucks. There were a lot more parts with Amy that I cannot remember. But I should pat myself on the back for remembering all this 12 hours later without really thinking about or writing down the dream when getting up and going to work.)

Dream Guides, War, and Dead Ducks, second lucid dream!
April 19, 2008

I saw a poster in my room with a hand that had more then five fingers. (Don’t in waking life. Which makes me think, what if I really got a poster like that. It might help with lucid dreaming.) It was greenish in color.

I thought, “Hey. Why don’t I do a Reality Check?” I looked at my hand and it scared the hell out of me. I thought I was in reality, but out of nowhere I had a glowing extra finger. It sort of looked like an electric pulse was coming out of it.

I was really excited. I ran out of my room like a bank robber would run out of the bank he was robbing. I saw my dad and sister (Obvious it’s a dream by seeing them there.) sitting in the living room. I screamed at him, “This is a dream. You’re not real! THIS IS FUCKING AWESOME!” They both stared at me. The glare they gave me was just so weird I cannot explain it.

Parts I don’t remember. I end up in some house.

I read about dream guides. So I wanted to see if I had one. (I don't believe in dream guides, but I do like the idea of a dream guide.) I screamed, “Show me my dream guide!” It felt really good screaming in a dream. Everything feels so real that you feel like an idiot for screaming like a psycho, but you know this isn’t real.


A shadow walked in. Yes, just a shadow. I didn’t like that. I told him, “You’re lame. Change into looking like a hot chick.” He responded, “No.” I tried to force him to change, but it didn’t work. He sat down on the couch. He really creped me out. I asked him if he was my dream guide and he said, “Yes.” I didn’t believe him. I asked him if he was lying. He said, “No.” I turned away and then he was gone. When he went away a bunch of different people claiming to be my dream guide filled the room. It had to be at least ten or more people. I remember feeling overwhelmed by all the people.

Parts I don’t remember. I end up in a house that looks like my Aunt's house.

I wanted to see my friend Amy to ask her about a few things. I called out her name and turned around, nothing. I screamed again, and she came from across the hall. Then the blonde girl from the previous dream came up from the steps (The non-existent friend she was fighting with from the dream “Amy and the blonde girl”). I thought this was cool because then I could ask this girl who she was and what the previous dream was all about.

I forget what happened after that.

I decided I want to go outside, but I remembered (from what I read here) to keep the dream going. So I decided to rub my hands together and scream “Stabilize” and “Clarity” just to see what it did. Clarity shook the whole dream (Like when you change the channel on TV to a non-programmed channel and just see static) and then it went back to normal. (I like Clarity; I think I will scream it just for fun in my dreams now)

So I jump through the glass window. I start to fall, but I think to myself “I can fly. Look at me I’m flying.” Then I actually start to glide. I call it gliding because I only got six feet off the ground and usually only went downwards not upwards.

After a few minutes of looking at the landscape, which was beautiful, I started going higher in flight. I thought I should try to find my dream guide again (Because I don’t think any of the ones who said they were are.) I screamed out “Dream Guide” while flying. A giant green dragon flew by. I knew he wasn’t my dream guide, but it was pretty cool so I followed after him. I screamed out “Dragon come over here and fly me around.”

I flew up and started looking away. I felt something hit me on the foot. It was a really tiny green dragon. He looked cartoonish like. I was disappointed. I landed in a forest of sorts. I called out for my dream guide and this thing appeared. I say he was a mix of a rabbit and I don’t know. I don’t really remember what he looked like too much. He was nice, though. I asked him if he was my dream guide and if he was lying and all that. I had a conversation with him, but I cannot remember it at all.

While walking with him a lot of large ducks started running around. There were also tiny tigers running around with them. The tigers were about hand size. The ducks started to annoy me. So I wanted to get rid of them.

I screamed “KILL DUCK!” and about ten ducks died. I screamed it again, “KILL THE DUCKS!” and more died. I’ll admit, it was pretty awesome.

I thought I had enough of that so I flew away. I noticed a gladiator event going on, but way different. The gladiators were like 40 feet tall. I felt like a fly next to them. It was a dry desert like area. The gladiators were bald. There were two big pillars behind me. They must've been twice the size of the gladiators. I remember the promoter making fun of me while one of the gladiators chuckled. It got me mad. I had words with him and some chaos ensued. I don’t remember what happened, but I remember they were trying to get me. I dodge a pillar to get away from them.

Later some kind of war broke out. Well, it was a bunch of people versus me (Caused by the gladiator fight). I was flying, but I noticed I was starting to fall. The people on the ground weren't the gladiators. They sort of looked like pig-men with gray skin. There must've been hundreds of them. If I fell they would have got me. So I knew I needed a plan. I scream, “NUCLEAR BOMB!” Sure enough some kind of bomb hit them. It wasn’t a nuclear bomb because they were dying in a huge puddle of slimy green stuff.

I thought that was enough fun so I went home. I decided I need to do something else. I tried flying out the window, but I got stuck midway through the window.

Later, I lost lucidity due to a false awakening! I woke up (FA) and was so I excited that I just had a lucid dream. I grabbed my phone next to my bed and started talking about the dream (A recording program). I then looked at my TV (Which for some reason was next to my bed. It’s not in real life) and looked at my hand. I had eight fingers on one hand, but I couldn’t tell if it was the reflection from the TV. Some fingers disappeared so I felt this was real and not a dream. I should have done more reality checks, but for some reason I didn’t. (This makes me think, why am I so dumb in my dreams even when lucid?)

Being chased
April 19, 2008

I think this was influenced by the previous lucid dream. I don’t remember the time length of the lucid dream, but I went to sleep at 1:00 and woke up at 2:35. The lucid dream took place then. A few hours later (After I wrote the dream down) I had this dream. It was much longer, but I didn’t write it down after I woke up. So I don’t remember much.

The dream centers around this device that plugs into the TV. It gives you power to control everything. You just shout something out (Like I did in my lucid dream a few hours before) and it will happen. I was in control of this device and had to defend it from people who wanted to steal it from me.

If you ever seen the movie "Jumper" the dream plays out a lot like that.

A lot of stuff happened that I don’t remember.

The people who wanted the device eventually find me. For some reason they are after this guy too. For reasons I don’t remember I am running from these people with him. Since I am in control of the device I decided that teleporting to a place and then teleporting to another place (to cover my tracks) would be the best option. This guy can teleport too for some reason.

I remember the men chasing us brake into the living room while this guy and I were upstairs. I don’t remember where I shouted to be teleported, but I was. From there I started to run while teleporting from place to place. I think I shouted about five different places. I remember I ended up on a beach and looked back to see if the guy was keeping up. He appeared I ran towards the water and dived in. (I cannot swim in real life) I shouted “Caribbean” and went under the water. When I came up I was in the Caribbean. Some island. I run forward and came across a baseball field where a bunch of people were playing.

Buying a new car
April 20, 2008

Bad night for dreams because I don't remember any of them. I even took 3 Vitamin B6 like I did to have my lucid dream. I guess this proves that Vitamin B6 isn't really working. It's only that I tell myself it is that makes it work. I remember having many dreams. At least three, but I only remember a small portion of one.

I was at my fathers apartment. I was telling him how I am going to buy this new car. He was telling me it's a bad idea. Yup, that's all I remember.

Midget Fingers
April 22, 2008

Didn’t get a chance to write this in the morning so I don’t remember much.

I remember I looked at my hands a lot. They were like midget fingers, but different. There were six fingers separated in twos. Two on the left side, two in the middle, and two on the right. I remember thinking, “This is a dream,” but strangely I did not become lucid. I must’ve looked at my hands twenty times in this dream. I didn’t become lucid at all.

In one part of the dream my cat was crawling (like a snake) on the floor with all his claws out. I remember thinking, “What the hell is wrong with him? He’s gone psycho.” Sometime after that this man was standing in front of the bathroom (with the door open) and he threw a bag of something. It exploded.

I remember looking at my hands and thinking, “This dream is boring. When is it going to be over?” At no time in this dream was I lucid. Even when I said, in the dream, that it is a dream. (Anyone have a clue what was going on here?)

Film Director, third lucid dream
April 23, 2008

I was lying on my bed. Somehow I got a view of my couch (isn’t viewable from my bed). I had a real bad feeling. Like something bad was going to happen. I remember thinking to myself, “This has to be a dream.” “I know this is a dream, I even remember trying to stay aware when going to sleep.” I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming of just going through HI. So I didn’t want to move and wake up. I tried floating off my bed. It worked.

I sat down at my computer chair and the whole room filled with light. In front of me was a huge movie screen. But not really. It was just a big visual there was no screen. It flew by a bunch of beaches and tropical islands. I remember feeling overwhelmed like I was actually flying through these areas.

Soon after it turned into some type of 1960 gangster movie. There was a car chase. I don’t remember how it ended up on foot, but it did. One man was chasing another with a gun. He knocks him down. I thought, “What if the other dude had a gun just appear in his hand?” A second later a gun appeared in the other dudes hand. I remember saying, “Shoot” and the guy shot the other guy three times.

I decided that was enough and wanted to get started in my lucid dream. I looked at my hands, which looked like broken fingers and rubbed them together. I felt nothing. No sensation at all. I said “Clarity” and nothing happened. Didn’t matter, everything felt fine.

I got up and tried jumping out the window (Had a slight fear that this might be real and I am about to kill myself) and I got stuck in the window. I knew why I got stuck in the window (because of the thought it might be real).

Then I had a false awaken which again stole my lucid dream. I woke up (FA) and I somehow had four mattresses and they were all over my floor. The box spring was blocking the door. I thought, “What the hell? Did I act out my lucid dream and this happened?”

In this I didn’t feel as in control as I did in the other two lucid dreams I had. I don’t know how to explain it, but it felt different then the other times. Maybe my lucidity level in this dream was really low?

As usual I did not have enough time to write down my dreams. So I remember very little. It’s the weekend, though. So my recall should be back soon.

Quitting my job
April 25, 2008

I got in various fight with a manager and quit. (I dream about quitting a lot. I need to find a better job) I remember talking to this girl I work with. I eventually started making out with her, but it was strange. Just really awkward. I remember thinking, “What the fuck is she doing.” And “She’s horrible at this.”

The shopping center
April 25, 2008

I was at this shopping center near my house. I remember being in the supermarket waiting for this guy who was going to sell me something. But, I don’t remember what. I remember giving him cash and he gave me this white package. It looked like a thick mini envelope. He sort of threw it at me because it slid on the floor. The dream also had something to do with the dollar store, but I don’t remember anything about it.

Stuck in my room, fourth lucid dream
April 26, 2008

I remember looking at my hands and noticing there were four extra fingers and they all pointed in a strange way. I became lucid. I could feel the dream fading, though. I screamed, “Clarity” like ten times and rubbed my hands together. It didn't work. My vision was all whacked out. I couldn’t focus on anything. The room was spinning. I wanted to start my lucid dream so I tried jumping out the window. I couldn’t. I tried summoning anybody into the room. I screamed "Someone come in here," nothing happened. I tried going out the door, it wouldn’t open. I looked at my closet (my door was opened) and remembered reading "Task of the Month" on the forums. My closet was normal. Nothing was in it. The spinning of the room was giving me a headache. I looked at my bed and wanted to look under it, but I didn't feel like moving due to the headache. So I didn't complete the task. I tried spinning to teleport to a different area, it didn’t work. I was stuck in the room. I couldn’t get out.

The rest I couldn’t remember. I wasn't going to count this because I did nothing, but it was a lucid dream. So I guess I will.

Left Punch Right, late night movie
April 27, 2008

I was sitting in the corner of the living room listening to Sirius Radio (Don’t remember what, probably music) with headphones on. It was late (or early). About 3:00 AM. My roommate came out and sat down on the couch.

I looked at the TV and noticed things looked different. The TV was in this wooden stand that went from the floor to the ceiling. It was facing me towards the corner of the room. The two couches where facing each other on the other side of the TV. They did not have a view of the TV. Instead of doing a reality check I just thought, “My roommate probably rearranged the apartment and I forgot about it. Yep, that’s it. I forgot.”

I looked at the TV and noticed they were going to start playing some late night boring foreign movie. I remember there was this old guy sitting in a personal library introducing it. While he announced it the view switched to a image of the cover of the movie. It looked like this:

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The movie started. It flew over some countryside and stopped when the view of a train came from in the distance. The camera switched to a view inside the train. There was the old Asian man (from the cover) inside bending over talking to this obviously retarded fat girl. She looked about ten. She stared blankly at the old man. The old Asian man was some fighting master and the little girl was his apprentice.

The English voiceovers did not match the mouth movements in the movie. He said to the little girl (paraphrasing) “There comes a time when we realize we have gone as far as we can. We can go no more. So this is where our relationship ends. I’ve replaced you.” The little girl continued to stare blankly at him like she could not comprehend what he was saying. (This paragraph was in black and white. The rest was in color. First time I ever dreamt in black and white.)

The scene changed to a rocky field. It was very windy. You could tell because the high grass and trees were almost bowing to the side. A little boy doing some kind of karate came into view. He was obviously the replacement.

I woke up.

The Cellar
April 28, 2008

This sort of dream is strange for me. I don't usually dream of odd places and if I do, I usually figure out I am dreaming because it's just out of the norm.

I woke up in some cellar of sorts. It had a big bed that didn’t belong in this type of place. The room was made of big stones. It had a big opening off to the sides that led to nothingness. Well, it was pitch black. You couldn’t see what it led to. The other entrance was up the stairs. The ceiling was leaking water. It obviously was leaking for sometime because the water on the floor reached about to my ankle. I didn’t know how I got there, but I got the feeling I was late for something.

I looked up and off in the corner was my computer. The whole box glowed. I walked closer and noticed I had a new email. I bent over the chair to read it when I heard a voice behind me. “You shouldn’t touch that.” I turned around and there was this dude in old ripped gray clothing. He looked like he had been in the cellar for years and never left. I asked him why. He didn’t respond. I asked him who he was and if he knew how I got here. He still didn’t respond. He just stared at floor.

He started to weird me out. I asked him if the stairs leads to the way out. He didn’t respond. Only stared blankly at the floor. I went up the stairs. I noticed loud noises coming from cars in the distance. I turned around and walked through the door that was to the left.

I was in a big city. It was midday. There were a lot of people rushing to where ever they were going. I walk up the stairs closer to street level when I see an old woman yelling at this very old man. She was screaming at him about he should know better or something like that. While I was staring this guy came from behind me and tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around. This dude in a black suit with a black tie asked me if I knew where I was supposed to be. I pushed his hand off my shoulder and, angrily, said, “No, should I?” He smiled in an evil sort of way and said, “Good luck.” Then he walked away.

I couldn’t comprehend where I was. My mind was just blank. I knew I had to be somewhere, but I couldn’t remember where I was or how I got here.

Waiting to Dream
May 03, 2008

I was in the freezer of some restaurant. I noticed nobody knew I was back there so I could do whatever I wanted. There was frozen cooked food everywhere. It was kind of on platters on top of boxes. I ate a ton of food despite the fact it was frozen. It still tasted fine. There was another door in the room. A gray thing from the floor to the top covered it. (Looked like a rolled up sleeping bag standing upright) Something wasn’t right about it. I knew something very bad was on the other side.

I left this dream and went into another. It had something to do with listening to the radio, some assembly or event. Something important and bad was going on.

I left this dream and went into blackness. This is where I got the idea that I just laid down and was trying to go to sleep. (This is a dream, though) I told myself to stay aware and hopefully enter a lucid dream. I see flashes of scenes (In black and white) in the darkness, but have a hard time making it out. I couldn’t see well at all. I could hardly see the blackness, if that makes any sense.

I reentered the freezer. This time the door with the covering didn’t bother me. I didn’t care what was on the other side. I looked for more food. I remember looking at these rectangle things. Looked like square pizzas, but covering them was some brown stuff that looked like dirt. I put it down, disgusted. I remember thinking, nobody could see me back here and it would be awesome if I could find the safe here. I thought to myself, “Only if I’m dreaming.” Which made me remember I was trying to go to sleep.

I became confused. I was trying to go to sleep and stay aware, but I was in a dream. I couldn’t figure that out. One part of me felt like I was about to start dreaming and the other felt that I was in reality.

I entered the blackness again. I got the same feeling as if I just lay down and was waiting to go to sleep. Blurring scenes flashed by in the same way. I started to feel as if I was about to go to sleep. When the feeling was at its greatest I woke up.

Wow, that must of been annoying man.... Although kind of cool too.

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Wow, that must of been annoying man.... Although kind of cool too.

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I'm trying to look at it as a good thing. The last time I was real close to lucidity, but didn't obtain it I got a lucid dream soon after. So, I just keep telling myself I'll have a lucid dream because of it.

Waiting to Dream.... Again
May 04, 2008

I am lying in bed and a strong wave comes over me. I can hear a loud piercing sound in both ears. (Not sure if this part is actually a dream) I figure I am entering sleep paralysis and try to stay aware. The wave that came over my body felt like an extremely good body high.

Next thing I know a computer screen is on the corner of my bed. On the screen is a video playing. The video is supposed to help with lucid dreaming in some way. It’s a video of a black crab (Although I think it switched to different animals) and white text under it. Don’t remember what it said. On the right was a section for a Username and Password. I tried to focus on the sound.

After a little more waiting I became impatient and wanted to see if I could move my arm. I tried, but it didn’t move. A good ten seconds later it moved. It was like it was moving in slow motion. I thought I just broke sleep paralysis (Didn’t because it was a dream) so I closed my eyes again. A little bit later I woke up.

No clue what to title this, fifth lucid dream!
May 04, 2008

I don’t remember how I became lucid.

I flew out of my window. In fact I flew so high up that I could see a whole city. I started to fall. Really fast. So fast it scared the shit out of me. I thought to myself, “Okay, I’m going to slow down and land nicely in a building.” I didn’t. I don’t remember where I landed.

I was walking down an alleyway. A lot of sixteen-year-old kids were around. I think, “I want to meet my subconscious” I scream out, “Show me my subconscious. I want to meet him. Where is he?” The kids start running towards this other kid. I go up closer and it’s this kid I knew from elementary school, Jay. I say, “Jay, you aren’t my subconscious.” He says, “Yeah, I am.” “You can’t be because you’re an entirely different fucking person. I don’t even like you.” He responded with, “Can too.” He started to irritate me.

A car pulled into the driveway of the house. Jay throws a blunt at me (Obviously to hide it from his mom) and runs inside the house. I notice an older woman gets out. I figure it’s his mom. I try smoking it, but it falls apart. I go up to the woman and throw the blunt at her and say, “Tell your asshole son he sucks at rolling blunts.”

Stuff I don't remember.

I walk out of my old room and find my father and sister sitting down in the living room. I say to my sister, “Come here, I want to talk to you.” She says, “Leave me alone.” We start arguing. I yell at her, “Fine! I’ll make you a double and talk to her. Is that better?” She says, “Whatever.” I turn around and a perfect twin of my sister is standing behind me. I don’t remember much about that.

During the time I remember about the blonde girl who was in two of my dreams. I wanted to find out about her. I asked my father, “Where can I find that blonde girl that was hanging around Amy?” he says, “You cannot find her. She is exploring….” I don’t remember what he said after that, but something like adventuring or on vacation or something. This makes me mad.

I try to summon her and it doesn’t work. I think to myself, “It’s my dream and this bitch decided to go on vacation?” I wanted to speak to someone new so I asked him, “Do you know if I have a dream guide?” He responded, “Is there a dream guide?” He then started laughing at me. This made me very angry. I tell him, “The fuck does that mean? Do I have one or not and where can I find them?” He laughs more and walks away.

I pick up a metal pirate belt buckle and break it in half then throw it at the wall. I walk downstairs and noticed the front door looks very nice and expensive. I think, “Wow, now this place doesn’t look like a total shithole.”

I head up to the corner store. A handicapped kid is trying to pass through with his mom. I open the door and hold it. I kind of tilt the door to the side and he passes. His wheelchair does not. So he gets up and drags his wheel chair out the door. I found this funny.

While I’m holding the door a woman and her son barges through and just walks in. This makes me angry, but I remember it’s just a dream. She goes up to order at the deli and I figure I’ll make her buy me something to eat. I go up to her. Her annoying little brat kid is complaining. I say to her, “Get me a burger.” She says to the guy, “And let me have a cheeseburger too.” I walk away.

I noticed this really attractive girl. She was very light skinned. Might have been mixed (black/white). Don’t know. Anyway she was working there making coffee and talking on her cell phone. I’ll save you the details of my lame come ons, but the basic idea was I wanted her to leave work. She was hesitant, but agreed. However, something else grabbed my attention and she disappeared.

I leave the store. While walking home I noticed this cute black girl (Apparently it’s all black girls in this lucid dream) listening to her ipod. Skipping over the boring conversation I eventually wake up.

(These things were part of the dream, but I cannot fully remember where they happened or how.)

➢ Entered a cartoon house. Talked to a cartoon and his dog.
➢ Tried to fly around. Failed horribly.
➢ Tried practicing flying on a bed. I hit the ceiling and fell down
➢ Tried to summon this girl and her little sister I knew since I was little, but haven’t seen in 10 years. Didn’t work

All in all, I am disappointed I cannot remember. This dream took place (Judging by the time I went to sleep and woke up) within an hour and a half. It was very long. It had a lot of stuff in it and I can hardly remember. Even the stuff I included at the bottom isn’t close to what I cannot remember well enough.

Can’t think of a title
May 06, 2008

After thinking about each part of the dream I basically understood the dream and what it meant totally. I never was able to do that with any other dream.

I was at work. I got into a fight with my boss. Words were said, mostly by me. He didn’t fire me. He handed me a hustler magazine and inside was a cartoon like calendar of the month. Each day had some big sex-related event and under it were my new hours for each day. I guess he was trying to stress me out with strange hours so I would quit.

I got home and was reading over my new hours. I remember I got to work for one day. I had the whole dream of work. Don’t remember much, but the people who I used to see during morning duty go home while I was going to work.

I remember walking home when it was pitch black outside.

Later on I am home and see my next shift. It was 10:30 AM to 10:30 PM. It kept disappearing and reappearing so I wasn’t sure if I didn’t just had a false memory of it being there. So I called. I got Jeff on the phone and asked him if I was scheduled today. He said no. So I took the day off.

Later on, it was nighttime; I looked at the calendar and saw that I was supposed to work that day. I decided to go down there. I get in my roommates car and drive down there. I go into the security office and throw the calendar at Jeff. I say, “I was supposed to work today.” He said, “Really? What hours?” I say “10:30 AM to 10:30 PM.” He says, “No problem. You can go on for whatever time is left.” I inform him that it’s 11:00 PM and he says, “Oh, that sucks.” I looked over and saw a bunch of other guys I work with laugh when he says that. I hit him. Repeatedly. Until the guys I work with broke it up. Obviously I don’t have the job after that.

The only job I could find was at a supermarket as maintenance. I instantly hated the job and wanted to hurt everyone I met there.

I was walking down an isle and notice a stand with food on it. They were advertising things they had in the desert section. I walk up and see this big chocolate ice-cream cake with M&M cookies as topping.

They had a bunch of slices fashion designed around the cake. I looked at it, and had to take one piece. Well, the piece I took was huge. I grabbed it in my hands and looked behind me to make sure nobody saw. Then I see this enormously obese woman with red hair and a face of a violent psychotic running towards me. Judging by her uniform I guessed it was her stand that she left only briefly.

I started to run. I run down an isle and I get to the end towards the cashiers. I looked at the slice of cake and it seemed to be 10x bigger than it was before. I knew I had to get rid of “the evidence.” I turned around and saw the enraged psychopath woman gaining on me, despite her weight. I tried to eat the cake quickly, but after one bite I knew it was too big. I tossed it as I turned out of the isle.

I ran outside when I see my boss standing outside. It’s over. He is asks me why I am acting like the whole building is engulfed in flames. Behind me comes the pig lady who wants answers. She tells him what happened. I put on my fake “charm” and ass kiss and apologize out my ass until the boss leaves. At this point I really wanted to just stop the lies and simply tell them all how I really don't give a shit and I hate this horrible job. I don't, though. The lady stands and asks me more questions. I continue the barrage of fake sincerity until she leaves. I then wish I had a gun to shot myself out of my miserable life of no money and debt.

I turn over and see this guy I know Jerome. He asks me for a Newport. I tell him I only have one. I take it out and light up. As I’m smoking some kids, looked about 16 or 17ish, come up and hang on the outside. There was this one white kid who decided he was a comedian and needed to perform his new incredible on the spot stand up act in front of everyone. He was enormously annoying. He kept hitting my chest when he said a punch line as if to say, “Isn’t this so funny!?” The sixth time he hit me I grabbed his arm. “Dude. Don’t touch me.” He turns around and said, “What’s your problem?” I tell him he’s an annoying asshole and nobody gives a shit about his boring, unfunny stories. Especially me at my work.

He said, “Are you trying to pick a fight?” This really turned my annoyance into anger. I tell him to quit acting like a tough guy and leave. He decided to push me. I look over at Jerome who somehow got a cigarette and is puffing away glaring like he’s watching some entertaining hit movie. I look back at the kid and thought about hitting him. I then grabbed him by the throat and squeezed. I squeezed so hard I felt his neck shrinking. I thought it was going to snap. I threw him to the ground. He laid there hacking. I grabbed him by his head and banged it against the sidewalk. A little bit of blood shot out and hit the pavement.

I looked up at Jerome and saw that he thought I should stop, that I was going to far. For that split second I thought about stopping I looked back down at the kid. I grabbed his head and hit again. I think I must of hit his head against the sidewalk about ten times. Blood was everywhere and he was unconscious. I don’t think he was dead, but he wasn’t moving.

I got up and heard a loud rumble. I woke up and it was my cell phone on vibrate.

Running
August 09, 2008

* Driving in a very rusty old car, with no license plate. Running from cops.
* Paper with writing on it was glued to wear the license plate should be.
* Drove to store. Noticed an old friend.
* Tried to rip the glued paper off.
* Wondered how I got this far without being pulled over from having no license plate.
* Speeding away from cops.
* Get almost home, but the cops are getting close to me. I get out and see someone I used to work with.
* I beg for him to let me in his house for a minute to hide from the cops.
*He lets me in. He pulls out this blue and white spider type pet from under the floorboards.
* I mention that I remember him having that from middle school.
* I leave to get home.
* I get inside.
* The house is totally different. The door to my room is covered and painted to match the walls.
* My roomate tells me the cops are looking for me and he created a hidden passage to get to my room.
* The bottom of a wall has a hole in it. Which I would have to crawl to get to the room.
* I think about going in to see the hide out, but wonder how the hell I got in this position.
* I ask him, “Is this a dream?” He responds like a normal person would.
* I look at my hands and notice it is a dream. I tell him that, he doesn’t believe me.
* I prove it to him by making a scar he had on his neck dissapear.

have u ever seen the SNL skit with norm mcdonald where he is bob dole. funniest shit ever.

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have u ever seen the SNL skit with norm mcdonald where he is bob dole. funniest shit ever.

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Hell yeah. Love Norm.

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Hell yeah. Love Norm.

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Dirty work is one of the best movies ever.

Running from an old dude
August 16, 2008

There was a back story to this dream, but I didn't write it down after it happened. Writing it now so I don't remember the earlier part of this dream.

I was fighting with an old guy about something. Sometime later I stopped by a corner store near my home. I came out and saw the old man, he was looking for me. He was holding either a gun or a knife. Some weapon.

I ran behind this house that had a really high wooden fence. I thought to myself, "No way this guy can see me." Sure enough, he sees me. He starts running towards me. I jump over the fence. The scene changes. To the right of me is a forest type area. To the left is a bay or something. There is wooden panels that skip a foot or two after each panel. Underneath is water. I leap over each. He is running after me.

The panels turn into a boardwalk. I see my aunt. She is screaming, "There is a crazy guy chasing you!". I laugh and tell her he's old and there is no way he can catch up. I look behind me, and somehow the old man is closing in on me. I am not scared for some reason, though. Very calm. I look out and see water. I think to myself, "I'll just grab a boat. There has to be a boat somewhere." A raft sort of appears in front of me. I look at it, kind of confused how it just appeared on the boardwalk. I ignore the confusion and run further hoping to see a bigger boat. I run to the beach and see a yacht. I think this is perfect to make an escape. Then it hits me.

"This is a dream." I don't do a reality check or anything. I just know this is a dream. The guy just vanishes when I realize it is a dream, but I am not thinking about him. I think about going on the boat to explore, but then.... Poof. I wake up, pissed that I just woke up.

Work, runaway, lucid
August 20, 2008

Again didn’t write the dream down until right now. So my memory is foggy. I’m getting tired of these three-second lucids

Was at work. It was a normal day of wanting to quit and strangle my boss. Other than that I was hiding out from someone. (Seems to be a running theme in the last couple of weeks.) I got off from work. It was nighttime. I was walking home when the guy I was hiding from found me. I started running down the street toward my friend’s apartment. As I was running I slid off the ground into the air. I was flying. I thought to myself, “I’m flying. That’s it. I know this is a dream.”

So I am flying with near perfection. Which was strange because in any other lucid, with the exception of one, that I attempted flying I never really succeeded really well. Unlike my other lucid dream of flying really well this one was different. In the other one I flew like superman. Just straight soaring. This one I was doing dips and curves. It was more like zero gravity.

I saw an old car parked in the middle of the road. I tried blowing it up. I couldn’t. I thought to myself, “Blow up!” and pushed my hands out like some magician move. It didn’t work. I gave up on that and wanted to change it to daytime. I thought about what it would look like at day time and said, “Change to daytime.” Didn’t work. Repeated it. Still didn’t work. I then woke up.