Valwen's Dream Journal

I've developed a few habits in dream journaling that I should explain. I like to record:
-my sleep every night so that I may some day review it all and see some kind of correlation between sleep time/WBTB/whatever and dream quality/quantity/lucidity
-Memory Methods (MM) I use to recalled a dream so that I may be able to develop better techniques for recall
-Natural Induction (NI) that may explain the content of my dreams
-record a numerical rating (1-10) of how good a dream was based on length, recall, and content

Lucid Dreams and sections will be orange, regular dreams and sections black.

Valwen

03/19/2008 12:15 a.m. + 5:00 a.m. - 11:00 a.m. 10 ¾ hours
12:22 p.m.—Awakening—Before 5:00 a.m.—3. I am at a water park with Max Lee. We have gone on some rides. Everything is very blue. We are at a waiting station of some sort with a large circular platform centered on a pole in a small enclosed area and we see two kids we know. They are Preston Hewgly, with red hair and looking like Cason, and a little Max Lee.
Signs—Preston and little Max, location
NI—It is raining outside (though I did not wake up and realize this)

12:30 p.m.—Awakening—Shortly before awakening 9. I am with the band, getting off the bus from a successful event. We have all received a free package of either tons of cotton candy or a fair amount of some special kind of cotton candy. I got the huge package. I get off the bus with Crazy Cam, and we are in a place similar to the space between yellow and orange wings (opportunity). We go towards what resembles orange wing (it is yellow in the dream) and go into a classroom through the outside door. It is Coach Ivens’ class. I am surprised that she is teaching a class since she in now the grade level principal (opportunity). I get to the front of the class and ask her if I can give her kids some cotton candy. She agrees, but says the kids have to come to me, I can’t just go around the class and hand it out. Some of the kids in the front get some, but that’s about it. I leave the room into the hallway. I meet back up with Crazy Cam (who had left the room) as he leaves from another class room. I try to go down the hallway to the center of the school but accidentally end up in Ivens’ class again. I felt like I was not in control of my actions (opportunity). I get out of the room and we start down the hallway—scene—I am now in a stairway of a parking garage like area. Three of the underclassmen get me to help them carry their stuff down the stairs a few flights. I instantly appear back at the top of the stairs when I am done to see Crazy Cam, Andrew King, and a fat kid who I have never seen before but assume is in the trombone section. The fat kid gets me to carry some of his stuff. Crazy Cam says we’re taking the elevator, but when we enter it we are outside. On two sides of us is the school, probably three stories high, and we are in a parking lot. The bus in on the other side of the lot, and there are no other cars in the lot (opportunity). We begin walking to the bus, and the fat kid tries to get me to give him a piggy back ride. I tell him there’s no way I can because he’s over 200 lb. He begins to run after me and I run away. I avoid him for about ten seconds but then he catches up and jumps on my back—scene—We have made it to the bus now, and there is a small gathering of people there, and a forest on the other side of the bus. I put my cotton candy down. Most other people in the dream have had some, but everyone had the small bags. I see Mr. Rogers, and he makes some general statement to everyone. Someone has started a fire a little away from the bus. I look around for my cotton candy and say I would be really pissed off if it got burned up. I find it and go to a big log where someone is sitting. Someone says that they’re glad spring break is about to start. I thought we were like four days into it, but am very glad to hear that it hasn’t started yet (opportunity). Alex says only three more days! Someone makes some statement about bikes or something and then asks if anyone uses helifriggers—or something like that—anymore. I ask him helicopters? and answer yes. Jasmine (opportunity) is just a few feet away and must have heard this. She begins, “He…,” but says no more. Now, where the school used to be, there is a large house (Caleb’s) and I decide to make my way over to it. It is in a completely different location and is much larger (opportunity). There are human foot tracks all over the place. I start up the steep incline to his front door, but am on the wrong ramp. I get over to the right one and make my way up. It is probably a forty-five degree angle. I can feel how tired it makes me. I get to the front door and go in. There are a few band kids in here including Jared from the tuba section. Abraham Wang might be here too. Ashley Coke comes in and pushes Jared’s head down onto a strange thing and licks his face from side to side vigorously. I am appalled. She then Closes him in the contraption and he is completely imprisoned. It is more like armor though, because he can move around. She starts chanting something very weird and Abraham and I freak out and I run up two flights of stairs. Abraham follows me, followed by Ashley. I decide to ambush her when she gets up here. She makes it and I confront her and she tries to grab my throat. I use the arm bar to take her down but she ends up face-up. I sit on her chest to keep her down, and now she has turned into Brooke Rooney (opportunity). She says that she was just quoting Ophelia’s speech to Hamlet and says something about how Ophelia got raped. I say that it was consensual the first time but agree that she may have been raped later. I let her up, and she turns back into Ashley. Abraham has now become Chris Wright (opportunity). He urges us to make out and asks us why we aren’t already. We say because he is there. I am wearing my necklace. I consider whether I could have another girlfriend after Jasmine, and put my necklace in my mouth. It is shorter than it was, indicating how I’ve changed. I decide I cannot do it.
Signs—School is different, Ivens teaching, parking lot turning into forest, cotton candy, Jasmine, Ashley and Abraham changing, Caleb’s house, spring break
NI—I’ve been contemplating for a long time whether it would be better to have a girlfriend or not, no idea with the band stuff

1:11 p.m.—Just now 2. I talk with Megan. I am pissed off that we have another concert on Wednesday when he just had one last Tuesday.

1:14 p.m.—Just after shower 4. I have just finished seeing a movie with some people who I do not know very well, but I do know. We take the exit, which is very long and complicated with alternating paths and stuff.

1:15 p.m.—12:30 p.m.—Final Dream 5. I am in the cafeteria with lots of other students. It is a study hall of sorts. Rolo is at a table with her friends and the other table of any description is one with a bunch of freshmen who are getting pissed off at this one girl because she keeps doing stupid stuff like throwing things. Rolo comes over to sit by me—break—I am over at her table now and see a message saying, “I missed you on spring break…Philip.” I didn’t write it, but I erase one part of it and write something else so it says what I would actually say had I written it. The meaning is not much changed—break—The girl throws something and it hits or almost hits me. I pick it up and walk over to her table. Everyone is silent and scared. I throw it in the trash and tell all of them to stop acting like kids and walk back to my table—break—There is not a spot for me at my table anymore, so I just stand behind one of the girls sitting there—break—I get out my chemistry binder to do my chemistry homework that I forgot to do. I vaguely remember the assignment. Kyle tells me he’s on 68 but I’m only on 33. I get out my book to do the work. I realize that I am not in chemistry (opportunity) but that it is instead calculus homework. I say something to the effect of good thing I’m not going to calculus today to Kyle.
Signs—differences in cafeteria, chemistry homework, in school when it’s spring break

05/18/2008 5:00 a.m. – 12:00 p.m. 7 hours
9:51 p.m.—Awakening 9. I am with Kyle in school. I look down from the ceiling on a group of performers rehearsing for a play (movie view). It feels like we are in the commons but it more closely resembles the theater. It is a school day that most seniors don’t have to go to, but we came just to talk to people and leave before school is out. We make our way to the parking lot; Kyle has parked in either the lower inner or lower outer circle. A bunch of seniors are leaving at the same time, and our attempt to avoid traffic is foiled. We begin to drive home—break—I am alone, without car, and naked, on my way to Bojangle’s. I run there. The scenery is reminiscent of winter, and it is snowing, with no cars on the road. The restaurant is located somewhere across the road from putt-putt. I arrive at the building, unashamed by my nakedness, though covering myself with a shoebox or something similar that I happen to have. The manager says they could get me some clothes—no, I should have a uniform waiting. Then he remembers (flippantly) that I never contacted them for an interview after our initial interaction and therefore wouldn’t have a job there. I feel bad that I neglected them. There are many workers there, perhaps 10 or more, and there are only about 10 customers there (my friends). I am then sitting with my friends, wearing orange boxers and a pair of shorts. Some talking that I can’t remember occurs—break—I am back at the school, in the same room as before. I sit down next to Rolo, Christina, Amy, and a couple other girls. A couple of them compliment me on my performance. I ask what they’re talking about, and they tell me the play. I begin to protest that I wasn’t in the play, when Rolo looks at me and signals, kind of by nodding her head, to say nothing, so I leave it alone. Now I begin playing a game with someone, maybe Kyle, against Tron and someone else. Each team has two goals, and must try to fill the other team’s with stuff. At first we use water balloons. Then I see Tron filling our goal with tiny water balloons by filling the balloons from his water bottle. I get pissed. Then I grab both their goals and keep dumping everything from one to the other back and forth. Tron gets very angry and comes over to me. I petrify him with my anger, and he tries to hit me with my goal. I easily catch it with my hand and throw it away. I look at their goal again, and it is now filled with legos. I turn it upside down to dump it out but nothing comes out.
Signs—Confusion of locations, Bojangle’s (location, existence, and job application), Play, Game
NI—Received Bojangle’s gift card last night, spent about 12 hours with people from school

5/19/08 11:30 p.m. – 12:00 p.m. 12 ½ hours
4. 4:16 p.m.—Awakening—Some other students and I are exploring Ms. Lynch’s house. There is some voice saying various things, giving it a very guided-tour feeling. The scene cuts back between the house and the classroom, so I feel like we’re being tested on stuff we learned in class. I get into her attic through a ceiling trap door type thing, and see two trampolines laying upside down on the floor.

5. 4:22 p.m.—20 minutes after awakening—I didn’t understand what was going on most of the time during this dream. At some point, my dad and I picked up Ashley, somewhat saving her (she was being abused, though not at the time). The ground was covered in snow. I came to the top of a hill and saw Rachel Orme, then skied down the slope. I was then riding a ski lift down to one building with some of my friends, probably including Kyle. We talked for a minute and then decided to go back up. Someone had blundered when trying to get on the lift, and I eventually ended up hanging by my hands from something.
NI-I saw a picture of people on a ski lift yesterday when buying and I-pod.

5/22/08 12:00 a.m. – 12:00 p.m. 12 hours
6. 3:03 p.m.—Awakening—I am standing on the road beside the Copases’ house and Kyle’s dog Smokey (a dachshund) is pissing me off for some reason. I hit him in the head with a long stick, repeatedly. Eventually I hit his head off, but it’s a very clean separation, with a smooth surface left and only a little blood coming out. It’s also purple. I go up the street to where it meets sugarwood drive. I see a group of five people, my neighbors (though non-existent in real life), flying a sort of 5-kite structure in the wind. The hill is much more sloped than is it in real life, and everything is much more green. I travel down the hill by going behind the houses on the right side of the road, and eventually I meet another dog. This one I do not know, and it is a fairly large one. I know it will try to attack me, so I quickly pick up a large stick. It moves to bite me, but stumbles all over itself. I hit it with the branch repeatedly, but it will not die. I decide to hold the stick with both hands to have more power, and put my hands together, finding that I had another stick in my left hand which I was not using. I discard the extra branch and hit it with the original one, hitting off its head in very few strikes (maybe even one). The separation is just like the other one, clean and purple, though blood is spurting through two arteries. I go back to the road and see the kite fliers again. It is nighttime now, though it was bright as day earlier. I talk to the one guy there for a minute and he gives me a camera with pictures of dead dogs on it (different ones). He asks me where I’m headed and I tell him right down the street, which somehow transitions into a road in downtown Knoxville. I pass a door and hear what I was looking for, my band playing inside. I go into the entry room and see a cop and one other non-descript person in the corner. Something about the cop’s uniform strikes me as out of the ordinary, perhaps it seemed “too black” or something. I pull out my wallet to pay for entry and he pulls his gun and points at me. I turn my back to him, hold my hands over my head, and crouch in fear. When he does not shoot I stand back up and explain that I was just getting my wallet. He says something about how that’s not making it any easier for either of us. I show him the camera with the pictures on it and, seeming very guilty, tell him that’s not my camera. In a bullying sort of manner he says, “Oh really?” suggesting that he knows I am responsible. I reach into my pocket again to pull out my cell phone, and as he reaches for his gun I tell him I’m just getting my phone to show him I don’t have a weapon.
Signs—Killing dogs, kite fliers, scene change, camera

6. 3:23 p.m.—Went through lyrics to “Piano Man,” upon thinking “drinking alone” thought of Zach and last time I drank anything—I am in a classroom reminiscent of Mrs. Westbrook’s, but it is calculus and Mrs. Lynch is the teacher there. (The entire time in the classroom I mix up my feelings on calculus and English very much) We receive some ridiculous assignment from Ms. Lynch and I argue with her about it. Giving up, I decide she is a bitch and decide to leave my books there to get it out of the way before graduation (opportunity). I take out my Perrine’s book and one other from English as well as a huge jug of jagermeister. I am about to leave and then see the jug (it has got to be like 3L or something) and quickly put it back in my backpack so I don’t get in trouble—scene—I’m with two of these: Justin, Jesse, and Alex King. We’re walking down the hallway (different as usual) and I have the huge jug in my pocket now, which could not possibly be big enough (opportunity). I’m on my way to band, and, before we get to the door I need to take, I show the two of them what I have in my pocket. One of them motions to the two police standing just about 10-20 feet away and says to be careful (they have the exact same uniforms as the one in the other dream). I turn with my back facing the police and go through the door. As I am a few feet into the next room I hear, “He’s got jager!” from behind the door. I pull it out of my pocket and try to slide it to a corner of the room. It doesn’t go very far, though, and there are two other people in the room (ice skating?) who would have definitely seen me. A teacher I’ve never seen before comes from somewhere and begins talking to me. I decide it’ll be better to just confess. I say that it was a complete mistake; I didn’t mean to bring it to school at all. I can’t remember what he said but I felt like some bargain had been made and that I wouldn’t get in severe trouble. I see a bunch of police, maybe as many as four in the room walking around with notepads questioning people and writing things down.

I think I might be really paranoid about getting in trouble with the police.

5/24/08 1:00 a.m. – 11:30 a.m. 10 ½ hours
3. 5:18 p.m.—Awakening—I’m playing some sort of board game with my brother (opportunity) and sister in the attic. It’s some sort of battle game in which we have to destroy each other’s character, and two play at a time. We also have huge stacks of either $2,000 bills or maybe $200,000 bills or something equally ridiculous—break—We (the family) are setting up for a party of some sort, and our house is much nicer than it actually is, with stone floors in the kitchen (it’s fairly reminiscent of Jasmine’s house). We leave at some time and come back later. I’m setting up another round of the same game, passing out huge stacks of whatever those bills were.

5. 5:25 p.m.—Awakening—I’m in a room practicing with a couple people from band. We have some sort of concert later on, with a very small instrumental section. I’m sitting in the half-circle of chairs that is usually present (not the band room, much redder and with a different orientation). Everyone else playing is outside and the doors are open so we can hear each other. Some people in band who don’t have parts are sitting around listening. We finish practicing, and begin to make our way to the theater for the performance. A bunch of the popular kids at school are sitting around in the next room. Someone throws something big and I stop and look around, thinking that will let them know that they need to stop. I keep moving and then see something tiny and red move very quickly. I stop again, and the kids behind me say, “It’s just a gobstopper, man.” I didn’t think it hit me, but now decide that maybe it did. I say, “It’s not a big deal, I’m not like, ‘I’m gonna kick someone’s ass!’” They laugh, and I’m pleased with how I dealt with the situation. I go into the theater, and look for my place to sit. It’s set up mostly like the practice room, and I’m the only one who will be seen even though there are tons of chairs (opportunity).
Signs—Location, seating arrangements, time

7. 5:39 p.m.—Awakening—We’re getting ready for the play, and it’s just about to start. Someone quickly puts the king costume on me and I hurry onto the stage. At first I have no idea what’s going on, but then I remember that we have practiced this once before (I may be imagining it or maybe it really did happen earlier in the dream) The costume is a large white shirt with a huge blue cape over it with gold frill. Someone says their lines, and then it’s my turn, and I stand there, dumbly. I look to the side of the stage, and someone says, “The note card!” I remember that I was given a note card earlier. I look at it, and my lines are on it. I have to search the card for a minute for my lines, as it has a purple button in the middle and something I can’t remember on the left side. It’s written in terrible handwriting, and the line cuts make it flow horribly. I read choppily, taking a pause of maybe five seconds at one point. I can see everyone in the crowd becoming discontent. The lines don’t make any sense either; they’re about disgusting things like beetles and dead bodies. I get to the bottom of the card, and it ends in the middle of the sentence. I look the card over and find that it picks back up at the top right corner. I finish reading, and then the kid next to me goes. He’s wearing something like a jester’s costume (no hat though, and much more noble looking) reading off a note card too. I think at least I’m not the only one. Then girls, dressed in mostly white to look like fairies, arrive from backstage and begin their lines. They have no cards, and they have their lines memorized perfectly. I feel embarrassed that I did not prepare better. Mr. Brimi yells something about how people who actually practiced/care are doing just fine! The time for me to get kidnapped comes, and the kid with the huge white sheet costume comes to me and picks me up, setting me down in a seat in the crowd (it’s facing away from the stage). Another kid comes up behind me and says he needs the cape. I say oh yeah! And quickly take it off and give it to him. I try to convince the kids around me that I was mumbling like an idiot because I was parodying our principal (who happens to be a horrible public speaker and basically an idiot)—Reentry—I am now in the back of the stands, which slope away from the stage instead of towards, and the seats in at least the last row are facing the exits rather than the stage (opportunity). I once again give my explanation to the kids around me that I was trying to sound like an idiot on purpose. I’m sitting with my lips slightly parted, paying no attention to what’s happening when Katy Miller slips her tongue in just an inch and then pulls it back out (this really came out of nowhere). I’m not at all sure how to feel about this, but later decide I liked it. She says something about how whoever was in charge chose me for the play because I have a big you know what. I’m slightly surprised but somewhat turned on and I decide I could probably get somewhere with her if I wanted (and then I worry that she would want to have sex, which I am NOT prepared to do). Anyways, she gets up and leaves, and I’m left with Eddie Luna (perhaps) which would be pretty funny because in eighth grade he talked to me about her. I’m confused whether it was Katy or her mom who was just in the theater, and never resolve the issue.

6. 6:33 p.m.—Awakening—It’s about 7:00 p.m. (today) and I’ve been invited to play Frisbee. I’m driving the van down a windy, hilly road with houses very close to the road and very tall and skinny, and right behind the houses on the left is the lake. Going down one hill I see Joseph and Nicholas Muth. Joseph throws either a Frisbee or a football over the roof of one house and Nicholas runs after it. I see the place we usually park (what? I’ve never seen this place before in my life) but Joseph is parked in a driveway on the other side of the street so I pull in there. I pull in a ways and put the van in reverse to get it to where Joseph’s car is. It takes me three tries to get the car oriented correctly to go up the path. I finally get it and begin up the hill. I go about the length of the car up it, very quickly, and I’m surprised I can drive in reverse so well because the path is barely wide enough for the van and I stay right next to the edge the whole way up. Now I’m very high, much higher than I expected to be, and I get slightly scared. The van then falls (how? It’s on a slope!) and shuts off. I turn the key, and it slowly turns back on, and I check the reverse and drive things and they both work, so I just park in the usual place across the road. I get out and go up the steps to the house there. Dana’s mom (?) is there, giving out packets of goldfish to everyone, and holding up washed boxers for everyone (apparently they swam in the lake last time). Chris is sitting in a rocking chair, and Michael and maybe Tron are there too.
NI—Too much Frisbee

5/25/08 1:00 a.m. + 6:43 a.m. + 8:00 a.m. 7 hours
4. I am in the theater building, different as usual. It’s time for band but there’s a group of people practicing for a performance they have later. It’s going to be a play with accordion music. There’s seriously a freaking accordion band, complete with low to high voices and matching white uniforms, accompanied by a piano player. They’re littered all over the place; I find at least one person practicing their part in every room I go into. I go to what in real life would be close to the back exit of the band hall but what is here a dark passageway with no exit door but rooms in both directions and a ceiling door overhead. It reminds me of a submarine more than anything. I then sit down on the stage, which is facing the opposite way (the seating area is much smaller, too) and see the majority of the accordion band in the seats. I get up with Tyler Whittle and maybe Kyle to go back to where I just was. We see Hamilton Gubank and laugh at him (the kid seriously though he would get into MIT even though he’s an idiot, just because his dad went there). Someone remarks that he heard us and maybe is upset but I don’t really care. We sit back down on the stage at some point, and the group begins their performance. A girl walks onto the stage and says some lines (I was unaware that this was going to be a play before). A while later, there is a man dressed peculiarly and I realize it’s a Victorian play. Anyways, there’s some deal about how he’s married but he and the girl are messing around, then they leave two leather strings by the trashcan, which I realize is evidence somehow. There have been two dogs watching the situation (they look like cartoon dogs) and they talk to each other about what to do. They both go in and the smart one retrieves the strings but now there are like 50 dogs that are braindead with glowing eyes because they ate trash or something. I exit the stage and see some kind of documents pertaining to Iron-Man. I look through them for a minute and then realize that everything is bullshit and this is a dream (thanks to Naiya’s dreams about Iron-Man)! No RC or anything (though I probably should have just to reinforce my lucidity) and absolutely no rational thought. I have no idea what I want to do, though, and decide, “Hey, why don’t I just get into an Iron Man suit and do cool stuff?” So I’m suddenly out of that hallway and running through some non-descript landscape (maybe a desert). I decide to fly but it’s really lame because it doesn’t even feel like flying, it just feels like imagining flying and I can’t see anything for some reason. I see the stupid papers again and some unfilled graphs and I just say, “Fuck it, I guess I’ll just fill out these stupid graphs.” I’m looking for a chart I need for more information when my alarm goes off. Isn’t it just perfect that in my first LD for like 2-3 months, I get lucid about a minute before the alarm goes off?

5/26/08 1:00 a.m. – 11:30 a.m. 10 ½ hours
5. I’m with a group of people (not sure whether I know them). We’re outside the entrance to a certain point in the forest, and it’s basically like a video game. It looks somewhat like the old snes games (especially secret of mana). We enter the place and then the view is like real life. There are distinct paths cleared of trees that we travel on, and occasionally we encounter wild animals. We reach the bottom of the area, and head back. Part of the group decides to go back the hard way, I stay with the rest. We reach the entrance again, but the other group has not arrived. I go backwards down the hard path to find them. I go over a hill and see (sense?) them on the other side of another hill. I go to the top of that hill and slowly make my way down to them. They may have been lost. We all go back to the entrance and leave.

5. Most of the family is standing together in a clearing in the trees. I am standing next to Heather, and Andrew, dad, and grandma are on the other side (I feel like there are 4-5 on the other side, but I don’t remember seeing my mom at all). Grandma bounces two balls (the balls keep changing between tennis balls and racquet balls) towards Heather and me. One bounces against the board which is sitting straight up next to me. The point of this game is to confuse the opponents by crossing the balls/bouncing at different speeds/whatever you can manage and get them to miss the balls. I throw both balls instead of bouncing them. Granny jumps up and catches one of them, barely missing the other. I’m amazed that she’s able to jump (she can’t even walk without a walker IRL) (opportunity). The other one rolls into a ditch next to me, but I try to get Heather to pick it up. She slowly walks over, but doesn’t pick it up, as though she can’t even see it. Two more roll next to her. We all group back together, and Granny throws 5-10 tennis balls at us at once. Now there are some stray balls on the other side of the clearing, and I go over and snatch one up that my dad is about to pick up.

5. I’ve been given a quest by some stone formations. Whatever. I go up the side of the crater that I’m in to find whatever it is I’m looking for. I kill a satyr, completing the quest. It comes back to life many times, though, and keeps changing names. I kill it once more. It is replaced with another and comes towards me. I try to kill it in one shot (they keep healing, too) but aimed shot is on cooldown. I start to run, but realize that it’s faster than I. I turn on aspect of the cheetah and keep running (why am I having a dream about wow? I haven’t played in over a year I swear) I fall and get dazed. I turn the aspect off and then back on but the satyr hits me and I’m dazed again. It then goes back to its spawn, leaving me alone. I look for the stone (golems?) to turn in the quest but they’re gone, from both locations they’re supposed to be at. The crater is mostly brown, with some forest around the left side. I cannot see the end of it from one side. I go parallel to the forest to get somewhere. I show up but no one is there (end wow-part). I get into the pool-wading area which is formed by a bunch of logs blocking a stream. I shake off my sandals and pull up my pants so they won’t get wet, but they still get a little wet. I get to the middle, and decide the water’s too high and it’s pissing me off. I take away a few pegs from the dam and the water flows out. I step outside the pool, and someone emerges from a chair nearby. I expect it to be (? I can’t remember the name) but it’s Alex. He stands up and gets mad at me for letting some of the water out. I explain that it was too high and it was warm anyways. He says he wanted it that way.

5/28/08 12:30 a.m. – 11:00 a.m. 10 ½ hours
5. I’m outside a room reminiscent of the pods of middle school. I go in and see Steven with his saxophone and a couple people with clarinets. They’re practicing for a concert tomorrow night. We have only one more day of school. I assume that I’m supposed to be playing, too, but I don’t have my saxophone. I sit down with them anyways (there’s an empty seat for me) and Mr. Rogers seems to take no mind. (I should say here that Mr. Rogers is a guy you don’t want to fuck with, he’s got a lot of power and he’s scary when he’s mad) Somehow I practice the music anyways, and I’m surprised that I can’t sight read it (most of the stuff we play is really easy). He leaves the room shortly afterwards, I can’t remember why. We remain sitting where we are, but gradually people enter the room and distract everyone. At some point Mike Kerksic comes in and makes some ridiculous noise. About 10 people total have entered the room by the time the dream ends.
Signs—Schools is over! I seriously need to stop having dreams about school.

5. 1:31 p.m.—Awakening—This dream may have just been a continuation of the last one. I’m about to go up the stairs with a class or something, I’m the first up the stairs followed by Mark Rudy. The stairs are not in a stairwell but in something more like a shaft. They aren’t touching a wall or anything, and they come into an open area (probably the commons) rather than something you have to exit through a door. About half way up, Mark starts walking up the stairs with his feet on the sloped smooth part on the sides. Mrs. MacDonald (from 8th grade) gets mad and tells him to stop. Suddenly, walking up the stairs like this becomes almost irresistible and I have to constantly stop myself from doing it. Mark continues anyways, and eventually gets into trouble (suspended). Later, we’re downstairs again, on something like a wooden dance floor. There are flashing lights and a really high ceiling. I see Mark and ask if there’s any way he’ll graduate (he got in trouble irl and almost didn’t graduate) and he says he’ll just have to talk to (I can’t remember exactly what he said, it was something derogatory) to get them to let him off.
Signs—Still in school, looks different, Mrs. MacDonald

7. 1:54 p.m.—Awakening—It’s the next day. I’m at school, which actually resembles school pretty closely. I go into the band room from the band hall and see the same people practicing for the concert (tonight) and the same empty chair for myself. Once again, I’ve forgotten my saxophone. I know I’ll get in trouble this time, so I go out the door and make up my mind that I’ll practice when I get home because I really can’t play the music. I ask all the saxophones if they have a sax I can borrow, but no one does. I go outside and talk to friends for a while. The wall for the band room is glass for some reason, and I’m constantly trying to avoid having Mr. Rogers see me. I eventually decide I ought to go in and talk to Mr. Rogers to explain, but he meets me right as I’m going in. I say I don’t have my saxophone today, I left it at home. He says we might have an extra one in the shed by the junior lot. I look at my watch and see that we only have 15 minutes left in class. I say I might be able to make it, but it would be close (what!? It would take like 2 minutes to get something from there). He says he’ll drive me. Suddenly it’s dark as night, and the parking lots change around. We walk about 1 minute to get to his car, and as I’m about to get in the back seat, someone else gets in. Someone gets in the passenger side, too, and so I go to the other side of the back seat (both of these people are dressed as though it’s winter, and I can see the truck’s exhaust, indicating that it’s cold outside). I open the door and close it, but for some reason do not get in. The truck takes off in the dark, and I cannot see it. There are other people leaving the parking lot now. The parking lot is kind of like a garage now, but a VERY poorly planned one. There are catwalks of sorts to get out, and all turns occur at perfect right angles, so a car is somehow supposed to turn perfectly around the corner. I follow the truck where I last saw it, but I cannot see it anymore because its lights are off. I follow the path, until I get to a parting, and guess which way it went. Occasionally other people’s lights go on it and I can see it. I wonder whether I was supposed to jump in the back of the truck. I come to another split in the path and guess it went one way, but realize that this part of the lot it much higher than the storage shack, so they must have went down the ramp. I jump over the railing down onto the next level. Now I’m in a tunnel-like area with Mr. Rogers. It’s a restaurant. There is a server nearby and other people sitting down eating (it’s still the garage though; the walls are all that crappy yellow-grey stone full of pebbles). For some reason, we must stay here the night. I see a paper dish of sorts with some liquid and what looks like a big contact. We fall asleep. We wake up the next morning (can’t tell a difference in the lighting, we’re still in the parking garage). We see a drunken mouse running around the dish (maybe it was alcohol or something).
Signs—School, concert on last day of school, parking lot, sudden change to night, cold weather

5/30/08 1:00 a.m. – 12:30 a.m. 11 ½ hours
5. I’m at boot camp for the marines. It’s the first day of training. I’m with Carolyn in a helicopter. She’s the pilot and I’m copilot. Mrs. Lewis tells us to take off, and we fly along the side of a building and then up into the air a bit, coming back down to do the path backwards. We get to the landing point but people are still taking off. I take control and hover us just above the ground. When the last person leaves, I pull us up and into the landing point. We have to start doing drag turns while making our hands face the same direction at all times. Everyone messes it up horribly. Afterwards, I’m in my room, talking to my roommate about how much it would suck if you had to stay in the marines after boot camp. I turn around and see Andrew. I say something and tears come to my eyes. His eyes tear up, too, and he hugs me. My roommate asks whether Andrew knows his dad, and gives horrible descriptions. I say something about how dad is probably pissed off at me.
Signs—I’m in the marines…

More for today

4. 5:57 p.m.—I’m going to Caleb’s house. I go past a series of about 3 bridges. I see the old one I usually went on, know that we’re supposed to go on the new one now, and turn onto the next bridge. I pass over the bridge onto a floating compilation of logs, only to realize that there’s nowhere I can go from there. At some point the car disappears and I’m on my own. I may either jump to the other side or perhaps go over the old bridge. I climb across a gap on monkey bars. Day turns to night and the large body of water with so many floating islands turns into the backyard area of Caleb’s neighborhood. Caleb jumps over the fence to join me, running and playing on the playground. We get the book or something that we were looking for and jump back over the fence to his house as I wake up.
Signs—Caleb (becoming something of a dreamsign)

5/31/08 2:00 a.m. – 10:30 a.m. 8 ½ hours
5. I’m in my neighbor’s backyard at dusk. The slope is a little steeper than irl, and the trees in the middle of the yard are much taller, so there are no branches hanging down in my way. I have a stick in my hand, with the end of it snapped but still hanging on. I spin the stick very fast and put it to the ground to cut the grass. I go around the tree cutting the grass until the stick breaks completely and then I get another. The next one breaks, too, and I go to the end of the back yard looking for one more. I see three lightweight, large sticks that I have saved for Heather’s dog but none of them are broken, and they’d probably be too big anyways. I start looking in a shed (non-existent) by the hot tub (nonexistent) when Anna and her husband walk up the path to the tub. I’m not sure what they’re wearing, if anything, but I see Anna’s bare shoulders (suggesting a swimsuit) but am not embarrassed by their appearance. They don’t see as they’re about to get in, but to show myself before it would be really awkward, I step out from behind the shed and say something like, “Hey, I’m just looking in the shed for a stick, nothing creepy,” which is OF COURSE incredibly creepy sounding. They say they have one in the house (in the master-shed?). I go inside and Mrs. Dukes shows me the whatever it is (in the place for the refrigerator). There’s really no stick in it, and nothing usefull at all.

4. I’m in a classroom reminiscent of red wing (green side). There are probably about 20 students in the class, but no teacher. I get out of my seat to go talk to someone who’s sitting in the front of the room. On the way there, Clay Scandalyn remarks that I’ve “Become a handsome man since third grade.” I consider pointing out how gay that remark was (he’s a super-homophobe) but instead just say pretty much the same thing back. At some point I have the strong urge to have some girl hear some songs from across the universe so I ask her if she likes Beatles remakes (or something like that). The way I phrased it makes me think that there’s no way she’ll want to hear it but she does so I turn it on. The movie starts playing on the projector, though it’s not the actual movie. Jude says some of the words to “All My Loving” but he’s not even singing (though it doesn’t sound bad). I know everyone is going to hate it. What really bothers me is that Jude is singing to Lucy, who’s right next to him (they haven’t met at this point) and that the movie didn’t start at the beginning. Surprisingly, everyone likes it.

I can't believe you're still having school dreams. lol. Also, they're always about band practice. Music teachers are always terrifying. Especially band/orchestra. Holy crap. When I sang with my college orchestra I got horrible flashbacks from band when their teacher was lecturing us about how we never follow the dynamics.

By the way, it's easier for people to comment if you name your dreams. :)

5/28/08 -- 7. 1:54 p.m.


I thought this one was really interesting, because it seems like it tells a little about your personality. I might be reading into it too much, but I'll tell you what I think and maybe you can tell me if it sounds right or not.

In this dream you forgot your instrument, and being in high school normally you get a lot of shit for that. But your teacher was surprisingly cool about it which was odd. And even more odd, the setting of the dream after he said he'd help you seemed to change for the worse. The darkness, the cold, and the fact that there was no room for you in the car all kind of made me think that. So perhaps you're the type of person who gets really anxious and worked up about your mistakes even when they seemed to have already been resolved. So you beat yourself up over something that you either can't do anything about or that has been fixed already for a long time after the fact. That's what this dream made me think of. What do you think? Am I just reading too much into it? :p


5/30/08 1:00 a.m. – 12:30 a.m. 11 ½ hours
5.

I wonder what was said to make you so sad in this one...usually whenever you get a strong emotion like that, you should try to pay extra attention to it, because it has more meaning than a dream where you felt nothing.


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Oh, also look out for day turning into night, because a bunch of the last few dreams have all had that theme, so it may be a dream sign for you. :)

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I thought this one was really interesting, because it seems like it tells a little about your personality. I might be reading into it too much, but I'll tell you what I think and maybe you can tell me if it sounds right or not.

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I'd actually say that's pretty accurate sometimes. However, I do sometimes manage to not worry about stuff that I mess up (especially more recently) since there's no point getting upset. But yeah, I do occasionally beat myself up.

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I wonder what was said to make you so sad in this one...usually whenever you get a strong emotion like that, you should try to pay extra attention to it, because it has more meaning than a dream where you felt nothing.

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I wasn't necessarily sad. Crying just kind of felt like the right thing to do. My brother is in the marines irl and as I told you I've thought about joining myself a couple times. I guess it was just seeing him for the first time in months (though I've seen him in other dreams) but more so feeling like he was proud of me and that our lives were really going to be connected for the first time. (actually tearing up right now).

I'll look out for school and day-night transitions tonight.

Last night I had a few dreams which I remembered upon awakening, but as I quickly thought about other stuff I forgot all of them. However, I do remember something quite strange.

I'm sleeping in, drifiting in and out of sleep, when I have a (dream/experience) with they normal sort of content, but the whole time it feels more like I'm imaging it. The dream/imagining is still vivid though, and some stuff that I don't expect/imagine happens. At one point I think to myself, "This is a dream!" and instantly I wake up.

This same exact thing (different content situations) happened 1-2 times earlier in the day but I can't remember the details.

Maybe this was HI? I've never experienced HI before (remembered it, whatever) but I thought it was supposed to be more like forms of light rather than actual images.

6/2/08 1: 30 a.m. – 11:30 a.m. 10 hours
First Jasmine in a Long Time
7. 12:24 a.m.—I’m driving the sentra, and Jasmine Woods is in the passenger seat (opportunity). I park close to my house, by the curb by the neighbors’. In the dream, it’s Jasmine’s house though, or rather her parents’ house, and she tells me to take her to her house. We’ve gotten out of the car already though. I’m not sure whether we were going out in the dream but it was just as awkward as it is in real life. I walk back and forth in front of the car for a while; we’re both dressed up pretty well. There’s a lot of stalling and indecision on both of our parts. She may go inside for a minute to change or something. After about five minutes, we finally get ready to leave. It’s been daytime so far, but at some point it turned to night.
As we are just about to pull out, someone runs up the street and breaks into one of the busses parked outside the house (assumed it’s Jasmine’s parents’). He turns on the bus (it’s a short bus) and speeds up the street. I rush to the other bus on the other side of the street, with Jasmine, and we both get in and take off after them. As I make my way up the hill, I realize it would be a much better idea to go to the bottom of the hill, the only exit he could take, but I don’t turn around because I’m already too far up the hill. I can hardly see as the windshield is a tiny thing, about two by three feet, and far away from me. It turns back to daytime (opportunity). The driving becomes more like a video game, as the road begins to look virtual and the cars and details around the same.
I never make it to the guy who stole the bus, because it becomes a video game. I’m in a room reminiscent of my bathroom, and Jasmine’s parents are around and possibly some other people. I play the game again, against a computer. We have sonic-like characters and we have to race around the track while performing five tricks; it’s basically like an original Nintendo game. The track is much like the loop of road I chased the thief on. I race the computer, fumbling over the controller to do the tricks. I do some leans to each side, and spin up in the air a couple times. At the last stretch, I’m ahead, but I spin-charge in the air. The computer passes me, but the charged up spin propels me ahead of it and I win. The reward is apparently amazing. I won 1,100 (somethings? Dollars maybe, or perhaps some kind of points you spend on video games).
I notice that two studded, decorative hoops are stuck on my junk. I pull them off and I won’t go into details but I confirmed that you can in fact have multiple orgasms in a dream. I look back at the other side of the bathroom, where the game is. I see on the ground the Woods’ cell phone, a (1989?) model, and that’s where those stupid wire hoops came from. I look at the screen. The room transforms to be a couch where the bath tub was and my sister is laying down where the sink was. There’s red carpet and the couch is red too. My sister is playing some guy who showed up in the game. He beats her, and I race him. I beat him. At some point someone discovers the (secret) ability to just hold one of the buttons and you go as fast as possible. It’s kind of a lame game.
Signs—Jasmine, day changes, scene changes, and playing games
NI—I read a book last night that said something about how cell phones didn’t exist in 1989.

Thirteenth Grade
4. 12:31 a.m.—I’m in class for the first day of the next year/semester. Michael McCormick is in the class as well as Timm Moon and some other friends. The teacher is a very popular guy, like Coach Driver 2.0 or something. He’s the social studies teacher (I don’t know what the topic is, but I remember thinking politics even though 12th grade was gov’t/econ) and he’s younger, taller, and better looking than Coach Driver. He’s got short dirty blonde hair, and makes me think of the stereotypical military guy. He’s wearing a light-colored plaid shirt, fairly loose fitting. We go through the typical class intro BS and then leave for our next class. The next class is some kind of science—break—After school Michael and Timm express their concern for how hard our classes are going to be. I feel like telling them it’s going to be no different than ever, just as easy, but I refrain. We got a lot of homework—break—I’m at school two days later and Michael and Timm seem to be telling me “told you so” as we all work hard.
Signs—I’m done with high school

Well congrats on your LD progress! :boogie: I know it may not have seemed like it but I think you were very very close.

First Jasmine in a Long Time

Video game dreams are so fun. I like how it was all old school. It makes me want to make my dream all 8-bit sometime. That'd be awesome.

Thirteenth Grade

Gah! You're still dreaming about school. I wonder how you can get it into your subconscious that you're done already? :P

Sweet. I had a really long dream last night, like super long, and I remembered it at 9:00 am but I went back to sleep and forgot it. All I remember is waking up and being like, "Damn, that was a freaking long dream." Really disappointing. I think dreaming about school could become very usefull if I can ever manage to figure out that I don't go there anymore.

About the games, I dream about games a LOT like either the dream becomes a video game with crappy graphics or I'm playing some game like hide-and-go-seek with people irl (irdream?). And I never play games irl anymore except like frisbee. Hopefully I can figure that one out too.

6/5/08 3:00 a.m. – 9:00 a.m. 6 hours
More Old Video Games
2. I’m playing an old snes game with my friends with a gray character and solid dark blue background. There are apparently two different type of flying with this character, a raw, unskilled mode and a pure mode. We all try to figure out how to make the characters do these two things.
NI—I played Killer Instinct at a party last night, and we basically mashed button to do stuff. Eventually people tried figuring out how to make the characters do specific things.

6/6/08 4:30 a.m. – 11:00 a.m. 6 ½ hours

Parties

4. 5:46 p.m.—I assume I’m with everyone who was at the party last night. We drive to a restaurant with a blue roof, making it look more like a gas station. Around it is the road in front, grass in the back, and forest to the left. We all go in and sit at the bar. Cecilia gets a drink; no one else does.
NI—Everyone at the party last night, except Cecilia, had a drink or something else.

Jasmine Comforts

5. 5:50 p.m.—I’m at what is supposed to be Jasmine’s house. Everything is very yellow, including the couches, walls, ceiling, and carpet. It’s very late and we’re watching tv; all the lights are on. I feel like someone else is there with Jasmine and me but I don’t remember who. We’re not sitting close together or maybe not even on the same couch. I get up at some point, I’m incredibly tired and maybe tipsy. I lie down on another couch and drift off to sleep. Eventually she wakes me up. I feel an amazing amount of caring in her, like I’m very sick or injured. I tell her thanks for taking out my contacts for me while I was sleeping (what?) but she says she didn’t. I notice they’re still in my eyes, dried. I still feel like she has cared for me in some extraordinary way, though. I can’t really explain why I felt like she was being so nice; at some point I even said something to her about how she was so amazing at showing she cares about people.
Signs—Jasmine
MM—I was sitting in bed trying to remember dreams, just about to get up, when I had that feel in my mind that I had a dream about her last night. I thought for a minute and remembered.

6/7/08 1:00 a.m. – 11:30 a.m. 10 ½ hours

Caught!

6. 3:29 p.m.—I’m with Kyle at a school function of some sort, located in the front area of the primary school. The popular kids are there and we’re pissed off. We say we’re bored and decide to leave. We walk up to Campbell Station road and Kyle says he’s going home or something like that. I turn right and begin walking down the grassy area beside the road. There are no cars on the road, and instead of the usual things that surround the road, there is about 20 yards of open grass in each direction bordered by fences, trees, and houses. There’s an underpass a little ways up the road which doesn’t exist irl. As I’m walking, I realize that I’m only wearing my boxers. I’m pretty sure there’s no law or anything against that, but I don’t particularly want to be seen in only my boxers so I start jogging down the street, looking at the ground. I see the shadow of a girl with a whistle in her mouth, as well as the shadows of two other girls beside her. I wonder why I can’t hear the whistle; they must be right behind me. I start running to escape them. Eventually I tire or decide it would be better just to reason with them and see if I can get off easy, just before I get to the underpass. As I stop and turn around I ask if they’ll take me to jail. They say no, I just have to do some kind of simple procedure. I feel neutral toward the girls; they’re not attractive but not bad looking; I don’t really even acknowledge them as females. They’re all wearing stereotypical police outfits: blue clothes and a hat with a black visor and boots. They pull out a large ring that looks about the size of a bike tire. I think I’ll have to put my boxers in there as evidence or something. Out of nowhere, a black guy appears with the inflatable tube. He puts it in the ring and pumps it up. It fills the empty space, and he puts it on the ground and rolls it along the hill, through all the fences.
MM—Awakening

Mirror Image

4. 3:54 p.m.—I’m in a garage or warehouse of some kind. I look in a mirror and see myself. I’m very disturbed by how different I look than yesterday. My face looks basically like that of the rat’s brother, and it’s fairly chubby. My hair is black and hanging down in my face. I look in this mirror for a good five minutes, trying to figure out what happened and how to look like I used to. I blame my sideburns; I haven’t shaved them in a few days, and they’re getting long. I look at both of them, the left side looks like hang-downs and the right side looks like it’s chopped off at a certain point. I try pushing my hair off of my face so I can see the whole thing. I walk away from the mirror and look around at anything that reflects. I see myself in car windows, plastic, and various other things. I think as I do irl in the other reflections, and I am calmed.
MM—Awakening

Lucid Progress

3. 4:39 p.m.—I’m conversing with a complete stranger in my kitchen right by the door and stairs. Something is said that either makes me think of what I’ve been doing the last couple hours or makes me realize the conversation and situation is complete bullshit, and I become lucid. I can remember my goals and think about which one I want to do. The guy keeps talking to me, and not wanting to brush him off, I keep listening. By the time he’s done talking, I forget what I’m hoping to do and that I’m dreaming. At least I was thinking clearly enough to know what I wanted to do.

I'd like to apologize in advance for how horrible the next few entries will probably be.
I have had horrible recall the past few days (I guess I just didn't care enough) and sleeping in has stopped working, so I'm going to start sleep 7 hours or less every night and recording absolutely everything, including fragments until it comes back.

Fragment 1

I'm seeing gymnastics routines. I think it's FX because I'm pretty sure I saw some guy do one of those flips into a dive. I've been watching a lot of gymnastics lately (with the national championships on last weekend).

Fragment 2

I'm with people from governor's school, including Dana. We're in or near a garage.

Fragment 3

I see a map of sorts, and everything is icy. I can feel that my dad is with me, and we watch as an ice storm comes up the map. I feel like it's coming for us at the same time as feeling like it's heading north (directionally up on the map). It comes to the top of the map (there's a ceiling of sorts, and a city is based on a ledge just below it).

EDIT: Just remembered this one while reading a post about dream guides (not related at all)

Fragment 4

I'm in a very futuristic setting; everything around is shiny metal. I'm on the lower floor of a complex and getting ready to go do something (maybe changing).

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At least I was thinking clearly enough to know what I wanted to do.

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Definitely! It's amazing what the mind is capable of. I was trying to remember something a bit ago but my mind was way ahead of me on thinking about something else. It was frustrating. At least I remembered a few details though.

I think you'll be able to do it again soon, definitely. ;)

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Definitely! It's amazing what the mind is capable of. I was trying to remember something a bit ago but my mind was way ahead of me on thinking about something else. It was frustrating. At least I remembered a few details though.

I think you'll be able to do it again soon, definitely. ;)

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Thanks! Always nice to see other people commenting on dreams! I've had considerable trouble with recall recently, usually I'll remember something when I wake up but I'll start thinking about other stuff or just fall asleep and forget it completely. I'd strongly suggest that whenever you get lucid, you take a moment to sit down and clear your mind and think about what it is you really want to do. Otherwise my mind will end up going 90 miles an hour snapping from this to that for what I want to do.

6/11/08 1:00 a.m. – 10:30 a.m. 9 ½ hours
This day turned out MUCH better than expected (I realize I slept 2 1/2 more hours than intended but whatever)

Delinquents

6. 12:36 p.m.—It’s night time. I’m in the upper back area of a building, and the floors, walls, etc. are made of stone. The path I am on is about 15 feet wide and curved, one way leading to a bathroom and a dead end and the other to the entrance of the building. It kind of feels like the second floor of the commons at my school. I see someone I recognize, one of the popular kids at my school. (Throughout the whole dream, I try to figure out who he is and vacillate between Cameron Cunningham and Alex Krowley, but I’m pretty sure it wasn’t either of them). He says something about someone being an idiot and coming this way. A minute later, I see Jacob Velba come up the path with white powder on his nose and laughing and stumbling everywhere. I elect not to mention that he still has some on his nose and just give a basic greeting. He eventually walks past.

I go to the bathroom. Inside, I notice that there’s water flowing on the ground, like one of those trough urinals but this thing is huge. I open the stall door to the origin of the flow and look inside. I decide to climb up the sides of the stall (body prop style, from ninja warrior) and pee on the ground, like to trash the place or something but you’re supposed to pee on the ground, that’s what the stupid creek in the middle of the room is for. I instead go across like the spider walk but I can’t hold myself up because it’s too slick. I end up just standing in the water with my shoes on as I pee on the ground. I finish up and leave the bathroom.

More people have shown up for the deal; I sense that we’re buying alcohol for some reason. Whitnee Webb is there and I’m fairly surprised. A couple people go to the bathroom and come back. I don’t think there’s a separate girl’s bathroom—break (and I mean BIG break, when I first remembered this dream, I thought of how it would be a HUGE block of text, like I forgot so much of this thing, probably more than half and I’m really mad about it but enough rambling. We may have seen some baseball during this time)—

I’m walking down a hallway reminiscent of the hall in my old church. There are people walking around. I’m flipping my wallet and considering whether I want to go in on the deal or not. I recall what happened last time alcohol and school mixed (bad stuff) and think that I may not want to do it, but then I consider how much fun it’ll be and that lots of other people will do it.

Reentry: I was thinking about who that first guy was and then went back into the dream and decided it was Cameron Cunningham (not now though).
Reentry: I remember the bathroom scene and then I’m back there in the stall I went into. I look at the next stall, which is basically like the first, with the water running on the ground (I saw this one in the first dream as well). I go to the first stall on the row (the one I went in was right next to the wall) and open it. It has a toilet which basically consists of just the seat, no bottom or anything; there’s a flow of water taking whatever you deposit into a drain. I close the door and go towards the exit. I see the other side of the stall I just looked at, open it, and see another toilet. Both toilets are facing the stall door, I suppose so you don’t look at the other person going to the bathroom. I pass the exit and keep going. There’s a path on the right I choose not to go down, but now there’s a stone-tile wall on the right, and the circular portion of the path. I start down an offshoot of the path but hurriedly enter an offshoot of this path because I feel like someone is following me.

The stall I’m in now is fairly nondescript, with just a flow on the ground (btw everywhere now has water flowing along the ground, even the walkways between stalls) and a strange object on the wall. I go over to it, and hear someone’s voice and then whatever was on the wall is removed and behind it is a door. I go up to the door and either there is a map on it or a map just appears in my vision. I see three green dots representing the janitors/witches/whatever you will (they’re all fugly old women) searching through the bathroom to find people. There’s a red dot representing me. The map is very 1990s-nintendo-game-ish complete with blinking dots and horrible graphics. I see the red dot moving through the system and escaping, it doesn’t get seen at all. I think, “Crap! That was supposed to be me!” (I saw the matrix last night and it was very reminiscent of the scene where Neo gets caught in the office building). I hear a guard at the entrance to the stall (there’s no door on this one) and the dream fades. For some reason, I never thought of sneaking into the door I was staring at (I knew instinctively that it was their office/janitors’ closet).
MM—Remembered upon awakening

Jasmine at the Pool

4. 1:35 p.m.—I’m at the neighborhood pool, walking/swimming in the shallow end. The sky looks like it might rain soon; it’s fairly dark but the sky is gray. I catch a glimpse of Jasmine coming in at the entrance, along with someone else, possibly Cecelia. I refuse to look at her, and I’m very angry that she’s here. She has no business coming to my pool nor any business coming into my life again. I hold onto the lifeguard stand as I get all worked up about her being here. At one point I almost cry. I think of a poem (kind of) of like 3 or 4 lines, but the last two rhyme and are really well put (I really do wish I could remember them). I think about how I’ll tell one of my friends what I thought of, perhaps Kyle. (The next dream might just be a continuation of this one—if so, I get out of the water and the clouds disappear from the sky).
MM—I was done remembering dreams for the morning, probably about to eat breakfast when I had that feeling that I had a dream about her last night
NI—I’ve gone to the pool a bunch recently.

The Joy Luck Club

4. 1:35 p.m.—I go to the restaurant area; it’s very oriental-themed, with colorful umbrellas everywhere and, in fact, Asians everywhere. There’s a thatched-roof-type awning over where everyone is standing. I look for the ketchup and see a large display with ketchup and shrimp sauce. They are all in little glass jars, which are filled with like berries and other random stuff. I somehow distinguish the ketchup from the shrimp sauce (I think to myself that it’s pure red but I don’t know how I would have seen any red) and bring it to the table to the left of the stand. There’s a woman there who is selling the items. I feel for some reason like she does not work there or otherwise should not be profiting from selling ketchup but I don’t complain. She asks if she can have a red or green bill. I know somehow that she means a five or twenty but I give her my debit card anyways because I don’t want stupid change. I say that I don’t have a five but she sees my twenty, but for some reason she doesn’t get mad and just gives me my stuff. I walk away and look back. She now has gray hair and seems rather a detestable person—scene—

Now it’s in movie-mode and I see someone driving through the country/forest during the fall, from the perspective of inside the car. The road slopes quite steeply at one point, probably more than 45 degree about horizontal. The woman from the ketchup stand starts speaking over the scene and she talks about how her twin sisters are wrong, how eastern religions tried unjustly to destroy Christianity rather than the other way around or something like that. I just think to myself how stupid religious wars are.
MM—Remembered buying part when I thought about flipping my wallet in previous dream

Dream Fragment

My sister is mad at me for leaving my shampoo on the floor of the bath tub. I think she can get over it because she always leaves a ton of stuff on the floor.
MM--I left my shampoo on the floor a few days ago and found it on my counter later that day. I suspected Heather probably moved it because it was in her way or something.
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Thanks! Always nice to see other people commenting on dreams! I've had considerable trouble with recall recently, usually I'll remember something when I wake up but I'll start thinking about other stuff or just fall asleep and forget it completely. I'd strongly suggest that whenever you get lucid, you take a moment to sit down and clear your mind and think about what it is you really want to do. Otherwise my mind will end up going 90 miles an hour snapping from this to that for what I want to do.

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Always nice to see other people commenting on dreams!

I should do it more often - I like reading dreams. They can be so fascinating. :D

usually I'll remember something when I wake up but I'll start thinking about other stuff or just fall asleep and forget it completely

At the moment, my mind sort of just blanks out because I was so happy to have dreamed that I can't hold in the details. >_> I've always had a bad memory, but I'd hoped in this it'd be different. On the other hand, I actually have managed to make myself roll over and write down what I did remember, even though I have a hard time making out what I scribbled. :embarrassed:

I'd strongly suggest that whenever you get lucid, you take a moment to sit down and clear your mind and think about what it is you really want to do.

I'll definitely keep the advice in mind, though I suspect I'll be like you. I've had serious issues before falling asleep where my mind will just race and race with thoughts for hours and I couldn't turn it off. Nightmare!

6/12/08 12:30 a.m. – 10:00 a.m. 9 ½ hours

Messin’ with Clay

5. 12:06 p.m.—It’s daytime. I’m in the car with Kyle, driving (to the pool?). Green seems to be the theme color in this part of the dream (I’ve noticed that many of my dreams have scenes in which almost everything is composed of one basic color with different shades etc.). The road is much more friendly feeling than usual, and most people are out on their front lawns. We make it to the bottom of the hill, which is more steep than normal, but we don’t ever reach the top of the other side (can’t remember why). We turn around, and, coming back home, we stop at the bottom of the hill. I distinctly remember seeing some asian girl there, maybe Rochelle. The road that turns off at the bottom of the hill is missing—scene—
I’m back at home, standing at the border of the garage and driveway with Kyle and Clay Scandlyn. Clay is a big homophobe and I’d say he borders on socially retarded so I decide to mess with him (he’s an alright guy but it’s really fun to mess with him). I give him a speech about a minute long, revealing that I am in fact gay (I’m not irl). At one point, I pee on the top of the garage door to help prove the point (WHAT??). I repeat this action three more times by the end of the dream, and eventually the door starts dripping so much it’s basically a waterfall. For some reason, walking through it doesn’t get me wet/gross (opportunity). Clay is so depressed to find out that I’m gay that he almost starts crying—break—
I find Kyle and Brian Paul hiding in the closet in my sister’s old room. The room now belongs to my grandma but she’s not there (opportunity). Clay may be in the closet, too. Kyle and Brian were playing some kind of game, like maybe they had gameboys in there or something. I feel kind of bad about Clay but I don’t do anything to make him feel better. Surprisingly, my house was exactly as it is in real life this whole time.
MM—Awakening

6/13/08 1:30 a.m. – 10:00 a.m. 8 ½ hours

Champ the Statutory Rapist

4. 12:55 p.m.—I’m talking with Champ, my sister’s dog. He’s more a human character than a dog—scene—Champ is in the woods, talking to a young blond girl. He’s had sex with her at some previous date. He asks her how it felt, and she replies that it felt “wrong but so good.” The whole time, he’s walking towards her and she’s backing up, down a path towards the water. It’s very dark out, and all the trees have no leaves (I seriously have to start recognizing winter-scenery). She’s about to jump into the river; she’s about ten feet away, and champ asks about her connection to the river. They share the same name (something starting with an E, I can’t remember what it was, but not a normal name) and therefore some kind of spiritual link. I never see champ clearly during this part of the dream, but I somehow know that it’s him, even though he is TALKING and standing like a human (maybe even human in form).
NI—I tried letting Champ sleep in my room last night, but he’s just too loud and I had to kick him out. I knew I would have a dream about him.

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As I’m walking, I realize that I’m only wearing my boxers.

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Bwaha! That's a classic dream. You're lucky you weren't naked and/or in front of a large crowd.

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I look in a mirror and see myself. I’m very disturbed by how different I look than yesterday.

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Dream mirrors will show some disturbing things sometimes, yeah. It's also why the Chinese considered it bad feng shui to place a mirror facing one's bed, because it would scare your spirit whenever it left your body.

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I can remember my goals and think about which one I want to do. The guy keeps talking to me, and not wanting to brush him off, I keep listening.

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Yay! It's great you're already making some progress. The first lucids are usually short like that--most people actually wake up only seconds after becoming lucid. So don't get discouraged by that, it's just part of the normal process. But it's amazing that you were able to remember what you wanted to do. Even I have trouble remembering the tasks. :D

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people have shown up for the deal; I sense that we’re buying alcohol for some reason.

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Huh, didn't you have a couple of other dreams where you had alcohol at school? And wasn't that also in a bathroom?

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Green seems to be the theme color in this part of the dream...

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Interesting that they're sort of monochromatic. I don't think I ever remember having any dreams like that, except for maybe one or two when I was barely in high school.

Also, lol do you drink a lot of water before bed or anything? Just wondering. :P


Champ the Statutory Rapist

This one is very...strange. xD I think I'd be less weirded out if he was in human form. So I'm just going to assume he was. lol.

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Bwaha! That's a classic dream. You're lucky you weren't naked and/or in front of a large crowd.

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When I've been naked in dreams, I actually don't really care whether I'm seen...I just don't want to get in trouble. Goes back to that whole fearing the police/law.

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Dream mirrors will show some disturbing things sometimes, yeah. It's also why the Chinese considered it bad feng shui to place a mirror facing one's bed, because it would scare your spirit whenever it left your body.

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Hmm that's weird. I still wonder why my reflection was normal in car windows/clear plastic etc.

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Yay! It's great you're already making some progress. The first lucids are usually short like that--most people actually wake up only seconds after becoming lucid. So don't get discouraged by that, it's just part of the normal process. But it's amazing that you were able to remember what you wanted to do. Even I have trouble remembering the tasks. :D

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I've made a strategy for that, I'm going to just sit down and calm my mind for a minute whenever I become lucid so that my mind isn't racing everywhere trying to figure out what I want to do (like the iron man dream).

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Huh, didn't you have a couple of other dreams where you had alcohol at school? And wasn't that also in a bathroom?

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Nah, I've only had that one, and I was just in hallways/classrooms.

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Interesting that they're sort of monochromatic. I don't think I ever remember having any dreams like that, except for maybe one or two when I was barely in high school.

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It's been happening a lot lately. Hopefully it'll become a dependable dreamsign. It may be in some way related to that beer commercial (michelob maybe?) where everything is blue. Something about how everything was blue struck to the core of me.

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Also, lol do you drink a lot of water before bed or anything? Just wondering. :P

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Actually, no. I drink at most like 2 sips and I always go to the bathroom right before bed. Fortunately I didn't pee myself in those two dreams. :roll:

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This one is very...strange. xD I think I'd be less weirded out if he was in human form. So I'm just going to assume he was. lol.

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Yeah it was weird, he felt like a dog and person at the same time. He was in human form though. The only way I knew he was Champ was that I could sense it. Weird, huh?

No dreams for last night...was partying.

6/15/08 12:00 a.m. – 10:00 a.m. 10 hours
I remembered all of these dreams at some points when I woke up, but I almost lost all of them except the transporter. I was really upset, remembering dreams and promptly forgetting them when I think of other ones has been a big problem lately. I'll see if I can't fix it. I fortunately remembered the first two when the image of the pool showed up in my head. I actually went through the entire first half of the transporter when I realized that I forgot the rest then realized that I forgot my other dreams and then forgot all but one part, and the only reason I remember that part is because I reentered and saw the building which produced an "aha!" effect in my mind. Without further ado,

Diving (Swimming?) Pracitce

7. 11:00 a.m.—I’m at swim team practice; I’m on the swim team. The room is very tall, maybe three stories, and the floors are yellow. The pool itself is completely useless, a curved body of water that kind of follows the circular wall on one side of the room. I go to the bathroom to change with all the other guys. We get out, and the coach tells us we’re going to do a few dives off the diving board before practice. I’m so excited, and I look over and see Jasmine. I tell her that I’m sad I forgot to bring my shammy, but then I realize that I have it with me—scene—Everyone is up at the diving well now (it’s on a higher floor). There is no ceiling, and the walls and ground are brown stone. The pool area itself is raised above the ground about 15 feet or so, kind of like those (inconspicuous) backyard pools but even more so. There are stone walkways through the pool for people to sit on, and I’m sitting next to Cecelia, both of us dangling our legs in the water. No one is diving; there may not even be a diving board—break—Kyle and I have gone up to a city in the air. It’s flying probably about a mile above the ground. I can’t remember much of what we saw but while I was trying to remember, I reentered the dream and saw a very Nintendo-ish looking city, complete with little windows/blocks of assorted colors and a straight-color wall. The image flipped over, revealing many different sides of the city. I actually just had something come to me: secret passageways made of stone. So there may have been some of those. Anyways, Kyle and I decide we want to leave, so we jump off. No parachute, no wingsuit, nothing; we’re going to dive into the pool. I tell him the pool may not be directly below us so we’ll have to control where we fall. I was absolutely correct; the pool is probably about a thousand feet horizontally from where we are. As we first begin falling, Kyle gets really excited and starts yelling about how awesome this is. We both start manipulating the positions our bodies are in, flipping over and feeling the clouds as we pass through them. We get through the last clou and see the pool quite a ways away. I straighten up and aim myself as sharply towards the pool as I can. At this point I lose Kyle completely, managing to overcompensate as I quickly fly over and beyond the pool. By the time I slow myself down, I think I’m definitely way too low to the ground to get back, but I try anyways. I pass the pool one more time, just by a little bit and turn around a last time. I’m going to fall on the pool deck (it’s actually my neighborhood pool). I land right on the edge of the stone deck, pushing myself into the pool with my hands, miraculously surviving my mile drop. I get out and look around for Kyle, spotting him right where I almost landed, sitting on his horse. I wonder how in the hell he managed to get his horse (he doesn’t have one irl) and how in the hell landing on top of it managed to save him.

Sharks and Minnows

5. 11:26 a.m.—I’m at the neighborhood pool with no one I recognize. Some kids just a few years younger than I are playing sharks and minnows (most kids at my pool are about 10 years younger than I). I decide to play with them. At first some kid who is really slow is the only shark, and I basically tread water across the pool because he knows better than to go after me anyways. After a few rounds, we decide to get a different person to be it. At some point, one of the lifeguards sets up a floating stand for himself. It’s red, about 5’X5’ and 10 feet tall, with walls on 2-3 sides and a chair in the middle. There is also a lifeguard at the normal stand as well as one standing on the opposing edge. We go a round with the new shark, and she tags the easy, slow swimmer as expected. The next time, I know they’ll go after me, because they know all the other kids and know that they’re too fast. I get out of the pool so I can start with a dive and put on my goggles. They call shark and one swims to our edge to make us jump off. I dive in and go to the bottom section, look around, and see the girl right next to me. She’s just standing (?) there though. I had stopped, when I saw he, but seeing that she’s not even grabbing me, I keep going. I realize I won’t be able to go up for a breath just yet or she’ll get me. I look up again and she’s right next to me again, just standing. I really need a breath now but I look and the wall is right next to me. I touch it and swim to the surface. I get out, and some girl is standing right next to me. I hear her say something about “lost it in the baby pool.” I ask her what she means. She said one of the guys we were playing with had to go to the bathroom really bad so he ran into the baby pool and peed (what’s up with all the peeing???). A kid standing on the diving board starts peeing on the girl (amazing range!) through the bottoms of one of his pant legs. The lifeguard sitting on the floating disaster starts peeing on her too.

The Transporter

2. 11:48 a.m.—The transporter is in a building with a bunch of dead bodies. He’s looking around trying to find out what happened. He goes into a closed off room with another body in it, then another closed off room with yet another body in it. There was a lot more but I forgot the rest of the dream.
NI—I watched The Transporter last night.

Fragment

2. I’m done writing my dream journal, and submit/save it. A message comes up saying that my dream is more than 50% commentary. You’ll notice that my dreams for today have little commentary, probably because I feel slightly insulted.

Fragment from a while Ago

2. I’m in a warehouse with a pool and diving boards in it. It may be at UT. I enter and go to the other side.

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I’m done writing my dream journal, and submit/save it. A message comes up saying that my dream is more than 50% commentary. You’ll notice that my dreams for today have little commentary, probably because I feel slightly insulted.

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6/16/08 1:00 a.m. – 11:00 a.m. 10 hours

The Dream Matrix

4. 1:55p.m.—I arrive with whomever is helping me (possibly a friend, I can’t remember) at our destination, a large rounded stone sticking out of the water (daytime). We’ve just come through a cave-area on the backs of some strange water-creatures, looking somewhat like seals. The cave opens up to where we are now, which has straight, structured walls on either side of us and an entrance to another area just beyond the rock. There’s a gatekeeper/guard of some sort on the rock. We find some strange liquid-like gems that remind me of my crystal pearls—break—

We’re inside now, and it’s dark. The place remotely resembles my house, just with a passageway through the wall from the kitchen to the family room and a set of stairs next to it. Everyone gathers around in the kitchen, ready to wake up. It’s very matrix-ish. They tell me that I’m dreaming and that they’re going to help me wake up. I say to myself that I’m dreaming, but fail to realize it. A girl, tall and thin (though I don’t think she’s Jasmine, more like Anna Dukes) gets the crystals from before, which are now glowing blue. She touches them to someone in the room and they disappear, effectively waking up. She wakes up another. Then it’s my turn. She gets the crystals and holds them up to me, but the crystals disappear, not me. She gets some more and tries again. It fails again. She tries and fails one more time, and all the crystals are used up. She’s slightly angry that she won’t be able to wake everyone else up now, thanks to me, but I try to help. I find some more crystals (day again) but these are a different kind, more squishy, and ineffective. The room is now composed of planks for the floor with water a few inches thick on them—break—

I spontaneously grab on to something hanging off of the counter in my kitchen and BAM, one-arm pull up, no sweat. I’m amazed that I was able to do it, because I figured just a few days ago that I probably had another good 1-2 months training left before I could do it. My mom and sister saw it, but I want to show my dad too. I get him to come outside so I can show him on my simulator. It’s raining outside and the simulator is wet because of this. I jump up and grab it with one hand, but the jugs are so tiny and wet that I can’t hang on to them. After trying all three of them, I decide to go back inside and just do it on the thing on the kitchen counter. When I approach it, I realize how ridiculous it was that I could have done anything on it. It has no base whatsoever and nowhere to grab on.
MM—Thought I had lost all of my dreams from last night, when one image from this dream came to mind.

Serves me right that after wondering how in the hell people can manage to be "semi-lucid" or think such a ridiculous state exists, I get it that very night.

I've been thinking a lot about my dream recall lately. It bothers me intensely that the only thing I can rely on to remember dreams is chance. I used to remember dreams by thinking in the morning and something related would come up, for example I'd think about my friend who's away skiing that day and then remember I had a dream about skiing. Sometimes I'd remember a dream when I woke up, which I still do for about 30-50% of my remembered dreams. But now I often think about my dreams and realize I can't remember any from the last night. While sitting in bed afterwards, an image from a dream will come to me and I'll instantly remember it all (or to the greatest extent I ever will), none of that "what was I doing before that" stuff. Sleeping in helped me when I started but now it seems to be killing my recall because I remember dreams that I've had through the night and when I go to sleep I forget them. I suppose I'll set an alarm and wake up after about 7 hours every day for the next week (I'll do it this time! No bluffing!)

6/17/08 1:00 a.m. – 10:00 a.m. 9 hours

WoW Raid

6. This dream is very WoW-ish, with a few exceptions. It has the basic theme though. I apologize in advance for all the technical talk you probably won’t understand. I’m in a group of 6 people, and we’re at the boss of the instance (god it took me a long time to remember that word). The instance has a lava theme and is kinda like MC from the good old days. The boss is a huge character, like the size of the molten giants, but he’s standing on the lava so his head is about where we are. There is a system of bridges and walkways around the boss area. We get ready to fight the boss, I use my heals and magic restore spell (I can give people back mana with a spell, including myself, and it gives more than it costs; it’s basically ridiculous, it’s also instant) to fill everyone up. I target them using an interface that has all the party members on it, arranged horizontally. The health meters are like D2, with globes that fill up to show how much life they have (green though, not red). The blue magic meter is behind the health meter. Before I can fill everyone up, they start fighting the boss. I get pissed off but there’s really nothing I can do (I should point out that I’m not playing a computer, but I see the interface and select spells etc. from it; no mouse or pointer thing). Two of our party members die, but we’re still maintaining ourselves. We decide to wipe because it’ll take forever to kill the boss this way.

Instantly we’re back up, getting ready to fight the boss again. I’m filling up everyone’s mana using the interface but someone opens up another tab with a bunch of different groupings of us (it’s basically useless) and instead of using my last mana to fill myself back up, I give it to someone else. They start fighting the boss again. I search my inventory and find a mana potion to use on myself. It’s a ring that doesn’t make a complete hoop; one side is very sharp and the other has a blue gem on it. I know I have to stick the sharp tip into myself. I put it into the top of my nose; it feels like a shot; I can actually feel the pain from it. I’ve got mana again so I fill myself up. My allies are being hit by the boss and need healing, so I heal them. My second-weakest heal does 700 health. I get aggro because of my heals, and the boss starts hitting me, but I just heal myself.

...*giggle* A WoW dream! I wonder what I'd dream about if I was still playing it now, just when I'm getting better at dream recall?

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...*giggle* A WoW dream! I wonder what I'd dream about if I was still playing it now, just when I'm getting better at dream recall?

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I know, I quit over a year ago now, and I've had two WoW dreams in the past month. I can't imagine how much I must have dreamed about it back when I was playing 4+ hours a day. I guess I'm going through withdrawals, haha.

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I know, I quit over a year ago now, and I've had two WoW dreams in the past month. I can't imagine how much I must have dreamed about it back when I was playing 4+ hours a day. I guess I'm going through withdrawals, haha.

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It'd be kind of cool to have a WoW dream... *prods subconscious*

I miss WoW, but I have to keep reminding myself that my mind is making it more glamorous then it was, if that's possible. :?

6/19/08 1:30 a.m. – 9:00 a.m. 7 ½ hours
I really enjoyed this first dream. It's probably my second-favorite ever, even though I can barely remember it.

Dream Parties and Their Dangers

4. 12:45 p.m.—It’s hard to remember just about anything from this dream; fortunately an image came to me while I was eating breakfast and I remembered. I’m at Kyle’s house, and everything is dark. Its garage is reminiscent of my garage and the inside has all wooden floors and walls and stuff. I know Kyle has had something to drink, and not wanting to miss out, I take a glass of some kind of liquor, or maybe I just want to and think I did. Anyways, I feel like it’ll be a while before it affects me, but (we’re in the garage right now) as I walk towards Kyle from the car, I start to trip over myself and my vision gets really blurry but I play it cool and spin and sit down next to the wall (like I would irl if I were drunk and stumbling). I’m really stressed out about how I’m supposed to be home soon, but we’re both drunk and we can’t drive (this may be some carry-over from last night: I went to a friends house and I had to be back that night, there was no alcohol though :( ). Kyle says he’s going to fly us home in his airplane, and I just think “No way in hell.” The next thing I know, Kyle and I are flying in his tiny blue airplane. We’re above the ocean or some other large body of water, with the coast just a little to the left of us, ending in a peninsula, the sun about an hour from setting on the horizon. We’re going down pretty fast, and we crash in the water before long. I see the plane and the two of us from about ten feet away, as though it’s a movie, as we slowly sink below the surface (we look different though, like men in their 40s). I think to myself that I remember this scene from a movie, and how funny it is (I’m waving as I sink in. It doesn't feel like anything sinister or morbid though, like we'll probably be able to swim to the shore). Instantly we’re back at home, laughing at how stupid of an idea it was to fly while drunk.

A Sound Investment

3. 1:20 p.m.—I’m with the rest of my family (opportunity—parents left on vacation yesterday) at a house in a fairly rural area. My dad wants to buy it from the guy there, who I assume for some reason is my Uncle. My dad wants “the whole thing” although I’m not sure that there was anything else to it besides the house, and the guy says it’ll be $555 million. My dad looks like he’ll consider it, and I wonder how in the hell he would ever get enough money to pay for that; he doesn’t even have a job. I clearly failed to realize just how much money this is; I thought there might be some possibility he makes enough money from trading stocks. He moves to purchase it but there’s some problem with the cost and how much he’s paying. The guy selling it goes over to the table and realizes he didn’t add in the table or something. Then I wake up.
MM—Remembered in conjunction with the dream above. Perhaps it came right afterwards

6/21/08 12:30 p.m.-1:45 p.m. Nap
I decided to give WILD naps a try, with my first attempt today.

I settled down very well (I was pretty tired, slept less than 5 hours last night) and didn't have any problems getting comfortable. My mind wandered, and eventually I was seeing my bonus room from the perspective of my computer chair (perhaps this was HI? I still don't know whether HI is supposed to be patterns of light or actual images). Anyways, when I realized what was going on, I instantly snapped back into seeing my eyelids. I figured I might be able to get an OBE out of this if I can do it right.

I don't think I slept the whole time, but I came very close a bunch of times. I'd start dreaming or HI-ing or something, seeing a scenario but when I tried to interact with it, I'd move irl a little bit. For instance, I was petting my dog, and I moved my fingers irl, felt them, and lost it.
EDIT: Many times I started breathing hard and lost whatever progress towards dreaming I had made, perhaps by forgetting to breathe or something?

One time, I was envisioning my brother and myself in my bonus room, doing something on the computers. A lot of the detail from the room was missing. He decided we needed to go up into the attic for some reason, so I followed him up. We heard a voice, sounded like my sister, and my brother got really mad for some reason. He threw something down the stairs and I realized it was my cat. It hit me, and instantly I was on my back on the floor, possibly scratched on my forehead. I couldn't move, nor could I talk. I felt the cat's paw passing down my throat, with the claws out (it wasn't painful as being scratched, but it was rather uncomfortable). His paw disappeared and I was now on the floor up in the attic instead of on the bottom of the stairs. I tried to call for help or yell at the cat, but it felt like I had something huge stuck in my throat. I struggled for a minute, and decided to swallow and try to yell. I swallowed, and as I opened my mouth to yell, the visions faded and I felt myself in my body. I think this might have been SP but not really sure because I was having HI/a dream or something.

I feel like I did well for the first day, though I didn't quite keep the level of consciousness I wanted. Any nap I get to take tomorrow will probably be late in the day (job training) but I'll try anyways.

6/25/08 1:30 p.m. - 2:45 p.m. Nap

Afternoon DILD

I had a fragment yesterday in which my parents were home. I was very surprised to see them a week early but accepted it anyways.

I'm having a dream and see my parents at home. They're away on vacation, and I realize there's no way they could be here. I realize I'm dreaming. I get all excited and for about 10 seconds I run around the room like a moron looking desperately for a girl (you know what I'm looking for)

The dream starts to fade, and I can feel my body. It's dark around me, and I try not to move too much so I won't wake up. After a few seconds, I feel like I can move slightly and after a few more I'm back in a dream. Nothing significant happens.

As I fell asleep, I considered trying LD sex if I had one, but then decided to go with my original, much more important goals. I guess I'll set the intention stronger next time.

My dream recall has been horrible lately, much due to waking up at 7 for diving practice every day. I'll try to recover next week I guess. I really do barely remember this dream though.

Yay! Congrats on your first lucid! :boogie:

I know it was a bit short, but the first ones will probably be somewhat short like that...a big thing is not getting so excited that you wake yourself up. ;)

Btw, I should be around DV a lot more after next week (going on vacation) so I'm going to be able to help out a lot more. :)

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Yay! Congrats on your first lucid! :boogie:

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*slaps self on forehead* ;) That one was my fifth...lol.

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I know it was a bit short, but the first ones will probably be somewhat short like that...a big thing is not getting so excited that you wake yourself up. ;)

Btw, I should be around DV a lot more after next week (going on vacation) so I'm going to be able to help out a lot more. :)

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Awesome. This past week has been pretty bad for dreaming because I've had to wake up for diving practice at 7 and then I had time for a nap at 2-3 and then slept around 12. It DID help me a lot though because now my sleeping in has an effect again. Now I'm diving from 1:30 to 3:30 and working I think 5-10 or so. So now I can sleep in a lot an remember dreams again! I have three pretty good ones from last night that I'll have time to put up later. YES!!!!

7/1/08 1:00 a.m. – 11:30 a.m. 10 ½ hours

My Big Black Football Friend

4. 12:17 a.m.—I am a BIG nerd (only in dream) and I have been sent on a mission to tell one of the football players something or deliver something to him, not sure by whom. I enter the room where all of the football players are, and find my man. He’s about 7 feet tall with long smooth hair and fucking huge. I do whatever it was I needed to do, and for some reason the guy takes a liking to me and we become friends (there are other football players around the sides of the room, there might be a party going on)—break—

It’s graduation or something like that, and my parents are here. We’re on a set of stairs and it’s very dim just like in the last part of the dream. My parents are talking with the football player’s parents. I go to find him, off in a large room somewhere. I find him hanging out with all the other football players. Someone decides that we have to fight, so we both get ready. I have no fear.

We begin fighting, and eventually I have him on his back on the ground, holding me back by the shoulders with his legs. I punch his chest through the opening between his legs repeatedly, and I feel very bad that I’m hurting my friend. He eventually gives up or is knocked out and I am the winner. He is not angry or anything like that, it was merely an exhibition. We’re still friends. By the way, everyone else in this dream is absolutely retarded.
MM—remembered upon awakening
NI—I watched idiocracy last night, in which everyone except the main character is an idiot and the president is a huge black guy (same face as the football player)

More Band

6. 12:35 a.m.—I’m playing saxophone in a band concert, sitting on the right side of the setup at the front. The band finishes its last song and most of them leave so the smaller section can play its song. The music starts. I play the notes (they’re really easy). I look away at some point and am surprised that I play the exact part I needed to, figuring that I memorized it from playing it so much (this actually happened with all the songs I played in band). The notes are people in different dancing positions. I have no idea how to read it, and play some wrong notes. The song ends and people applaud.

I get up to leave the stage without the rest of the band. I spin in circles and cannot stop myself (it’s kind of like imagining a guy swinging the whole way around a bar a few times and then trying to make him stop). I wonder why I’m messed up because I haven’t drank anything, but then I realize that being drunk isn’t like that at all, so I figure someone must have slipped me some drugs. I go to the hallway to tell some friends, kind of because I think it’s funny and kind of to see if they know what I should do. I almost tell Nick Agentis but decide not to, and I see Dylan so I try to tell him, except I just say that I must’ve taken some drugs earlier.
MM—remembered upon awakening

Espionage

6. 12:44 a.m.—(movie dream) Three guys are hanging out, and one of them just picked up a girl and she wants to mess around but he doesn’t want to. People slowly show up throughout this part. They get to the bathrooms and eventually decide they’ll all go into the girl’s rest room so they can mess around. Inside is more like an apartment though, and everyone there turns out to be part of the same group. In the common room there’s a Christmas tree and a gnome decoration next to it. Two of the people start having sex in the hallway (it’s very R-rated-movie-ish; you don’t see anything). One guy walks over and looks at the gnome, when its eyes and mouth maybe and some other stuff start glowing red. Its hair catches on fire and catches the Christmas tree on fire and the midget that was inside the gnome breaks out and jumps out the second-story window into the snow. He has the last laugh though, because he’s been spying on them (I really enjoyed the part where his hair caught on fire)—break—

The midget is now a rabbit, and runs away along the wooden log. He has sex with a girl rabbit, and he gets pregnant. The girl was sent by the people being spied on—break—

The group associated with the midget/rabbit is at the beach. One guy, who is supposed to be a total loser, is humping a girl on the sand, both of them naked. Some of the other people are walking around on the beach trying to think of what to do. The girl gets up from on top of the guy and it is seen that she has the penis and the guy had a vagina, further emphasizing how much of a loser he is—scene—

I am now in the dream, looking at a sign and a series of etched messages on the ground by the apartment the first group was at earlier. The sign has some kind of preamble to the messages, which number 26 and each have about a sentence saying some kind of wisdom. It’s something regarding philosophy or religious beliefs, and when I think of it, it really makes me think of DV forums. My sister’s dog Champ trots up to me and I get pissed off and wish he would leave. I look at the sign again, and it says the same thing. I remember each of the 26 sentences having a distinct, meaningful message.
MM—remembered upon awakening

7/7/08 12:00 a.m. – 12:00 p.m. 12 hours

At Jasmine’s House

6. 6:47 p.m.—I’m not sure what order these parts were in but I’ll get them as close as possible. Last night was the first time in a while I've had a full or nearly full dream to remember, I need to want to write down in my DJ more.

Segment 1—Two guys arrive at the house to stay for the night. They’re both fairly similar in appearance and one of them has a son, a little less than 10 years old, with him. I realize that this is a movie about two gay guys. They stand close together, though not intimately close, as the son stands in the next room, watching. They make very shy moves; for instance, one of them brushes his face against the other’s as if it’s an act of aggression. Eventually they’re both wearing only boxers and touching each other. I think that it’s really inappropriate to be doing that in front of the kid.

Segment 2—I’m in Jasmine’s kitchen/dining room. She’s telling me what I need to do to take care of the house or something to that effect. She mentions that she has a younger brother, and I’m very surprised because I seem to remember that the family was just four sisters (which I think would usually be an absolute nightmare, but her parents are amazing). She leaves, and Kyle shows up. I ask him if he wants to swim with me in the pool. I may have just been in the pool.

Segment 3—The higher portion of her house is very strange. There’s an area like my attic, and then there are about four three-meter steps near the end which go up into her parents’ room. I’ve gone up those stairs to let the cats out (how I miss them) through an opening in the roof, which they will get down from somehow. Kyle’s already in his sleeping bag in the attic-reminiscent-area so I jump down the series of steps. I’m kind of scared but I manage (the steps themselves are hardly a foot wide). I settle down into my sleeping bag and fall asleep.

Segment 4—We’re in the back yard, which is actually my back yard, and there are about 10-15 other kids our age outside with us. A large monster has come about. It may be an ent. I grab a large, 10 foot long branch and swing at it a couple times. It’s basically ineffective, and I become very scared. I hold onto the branch and try to run past the monster into the house. The plan actually works really well, and Kyle and I meet up inside in my bedroom. I decide I’ll leave and let my sister take care of stuff. I just wish my parents were home; the past four days have been hell (they went on vacation for two weeks and got back about a week ago, so they’re not gone irl). I'm pretty sure the monster will eventually destroy the house, and my parents will be very unhappy when they return.

MM—I woke up at 8 to say goodbye to my brother, and thought that I remembered having a dream with Jasmine in it.
NI—I had to try really hard to convince Kyle to get in the pool yesterday. I’ve been diving a lot recently, hence the 3 meter steps. The whole parents-gone thing for seg. Four.

7/8/08 2:30 a.m. – 12:00 p.m. 9 ½ hours

Spiderburgers

4. I recognize no one in this dream. I’ve come to a hospital to see some girl who’s in college, and maybe in an internship. She’s up on the second floor, which consists of railed walkways overlooking the first floor, and rooms. She asks me to go to some college-ish place to do something for her. I arrive and park the car in the lot; it’s daytime. I don’t have a university parking tag so I’m a little worried my car may be towed. I go in and do whatever it may be and come back out ready to leave.

Now there are two guys with me. We drive back to the hospital. The older of the guys I’m with is driving. It’s now night as we cross a narrow, wooden-plank bridge barely above the river or something when I realize that we forgot (I can’t remember, something that was either related to or sounded like alligator). The guy stops the car, and for a moment, I think he’s going to go in reverse down the whole bridge (about 100 feet long) and I’m worried that he’ll hit another car. He goes on the opposite bridge though, and we stop at the restaurant (which was what reminded me of the thing).

We order the thing we needed and the guy brings it to our table. The place is basically a big shack, and it’s pretty much disgusting. The guy puts down the first thing, which is like a burger, but really tall, and as he sets it down, big black legs poke out the sides. Someone picks up the bun (it may be me) and sees the flat black spider (it doesn’t look at all like a spider, but I can sense that it was one). What a dick, what kind of asshole tries to feed people spiders?? They throw it at the owner angrily. He sets down the next spiderburger and the same thing happens. This happens either two or three times, and the girl may show up, but I know for sure that I threw the last spider patty at the owner. Asshole.
NI—A spider ended up on my ear last night because I walked through a web. I found it when I noticed a brown blur hanging in front of my body, and wondered where it was hanging from. I was so out of it that I didn’t even care, I just thought it was funny.

7/9/08 2:00 a.m. – 11:00 a.m. 9 hours

Wrestle Night

3. 12:05 a.m.—My dad has a friend of his over for the big wrestling match on tv (or something like that. My dad doesn’t really have friends, so that should have cued me in that it was a dream). He’s being a complete asshole to me, my mom, and my sister, like not letting us out of some room or basically taking over the house. I get pissed off and go into my parents’ bedroom. I fall asleep on the bed.

Lucid Interlude

6. 12:09 a.m.—I wake up in their room a few seconds later. I think to myself, “Wait, I just fell asleep, I must be dreaming!” I realize I’m dreaming. I get up from the bed and look around the room. It’s all very poor-quality in graphics. My shammy is on the bed. I try to get it to get more clear by saying something, but I can feel myself say it in real life. I get afraid I’ll wake up, and cautiously move my limbs. I can feel my real body moving. I stand around, dumb for a few more seconds before waking up in my parents’ room (into the above dream).

Wrestle Night (continued)

12:12 a.m.—I get very excited that I just had a lucid dream. I can’t remember the rest. At some point, I wake up in my bed and realize that waking up in my parents’ bed was a false awakening. I may have actually been awake when I realized this or in another false awakening.

7/11/08 2:00 a.m. – 11:00 a.m. 9 hours

Second Graduation

4. I recall being outside the building in which the graduation was held, and entering it by walking up the bleachers on the side of the building. It is dark outside. I’m sitting by my parents in the whatever it may be that graduation is being held in. The floors are unpainted cement, and the walls have no wall paper, paint, or decorations. There is a open spot in the middle of the building where no one is standing, and this seems to be the focal point. Everyone is talking; graduates are sitting spread out everywhere. The gowns are light blue instead of navy blue. I get up and walk over to where my friends are standing. I set my cords and Stoll down on an open chair and go back to my parents.

I realize that I don’t have my gown on, so I go into the nearby stairwell. I go halfway up and take off my pants to get on my dress pants. Reggie from work comes into the stairwell from the upper door and sees me, getting all excited like she’s caught me and I should be embarrassed. I don’t particularly care that someone saw me with only boxers on, but that woman is an old bitch and isn’t worthy. I think the big black janitor pokes his head in and giggles. I return for the ceremony, but it’s apparently all over, as everyone is leaving. I see the stone-seat bleachers and the football field down the side of the building. I wonder how they’ll get out that way.
MM—I forgot about this dream until I had 7/12/08’s dream.
NI—I looked at some graduation pictures the day before. The people were wearing light blue gowns.

7/12/08 3:00 a.m. – 11:00 a.m. 8 hours

Second Project Graduation

6. 2:01 p.m.—I’m holding a party at my house (different) after graduation. People are having fun dancing downstairs. It’s been going on a while, and I decide to leave so I can go to sleep. I go up the stairs to the hallway. To the right is an open hallway overlooking the room below and leading to some bedrooms. I go to the left, where there are more bedrooms, and another set of stairs leading to the ground floor. I get in line to leave. One of the parents running the party takes my ticket or number or something like that. I’ve won some rock candy. There’s a ton of different foods, mostly candy, lining the exit. I get the candy. I either leave and come back in the morning or sleep in one of the bedrooms to the right of that first stairway—break—

It’s morning now, and most of the people have left. Brad Huffstetler is still here, and I’m going to drive him home in a little bit. Some of the parents are here cleaning up. There’s some trash in the original room, and a shirt or something on the floor upstairs. I go to the hall/exit where the candy was. Almost all of it is still left, but there are ants everywhere. I expect to see the candy I wanted last night (it was some sort of cylindrical pink thing that looked really good) on the next collection of candy but I keep walking past about four groups before I find it. The ants are hard to see, I have to look at the area for a moment, and then I see them (it’s like a bunch of red-orange dots moving in random directions). The stuff I wanted is covered. I don’t really mind, for some reason, that ants have infested my house.

I pull my car out (the Sentra) and drive around the neighborhood a little, waiting for Brad to get ready to leave. A silver VW bug speeds into a driveway which connects two of the roads. I pull back into the driveway at my house, then back up into the road. Brad comes out of the house, and looks upset that I’m leaving without him. I actually just wanted to back into the street for some reason. I put on the parking brake, and start to clear out the passenger seat, which is filled with trash. I bend over the seat, and then I feel the car move. I pick my head up and look around. I’m not moving. The cardboard box is almost filled, when I feel the car sway back and forth. I look up and realize that the wind is blowing it back and forth. I may question whether I’m dreaming here. I look up at the house, and everything looks so spectacularly detailed and vibrant. If I did question, I decided that I wasn’t dreaming.

NI—I delivered food to work yesterday, and there was a bunch of crap in my car. I kept a package of chocolate cakes for myself, and in the dream, I thought about taking some of the leftover candy for myself. I knew I would have a dream about stealing, but my mind did an excellent job making it seem an ethical dilemma like it was in real life.

Second (long) Lucid

4. 2:39 p.m.—I may be driving. Everything felt very fake, the scenery was mostly one color and almost detail-less. I think for a second about how unreal it is. I realize I’m dreaming. The dream fades instantly.

More Band:

I have to say, this is a classic dream fvor musicians. My mom had a dream where her music stand changed into a stand with a bowl of fruit on it, and she was the only one who couldn't read it. Personally I've always sucked at sight reading, so it was a common theme in my dreams when I was in band.


Espionage:

I'm really curious about the gnome and his hair catching fire, and why there was a Christmas tree there...hmm.


At Jasmine’s House:

I always thought that Ents were kinda docile...maybe it was like one of those tree monsters (same thing I guess?) from those really old cartoons?Those always creeped me out as a kid.

Spiderburgers:

Gross! :( I hate dreams with bugs in them...spiders and bees most of all. Ugh.

Lucid Interlude:

Nice job! You know, I have a ton of false awakenings in my dreams, so I always RC when I wake up. It might be something worth trying for you. :)


Second (long) Lucid:

So far most of your lucids have been pretty short...I think it's mostly because you're already close to being awake when you finally realize you're dreaming. There are pretty much just two things that will help.

The first thing is, you've got to practice keeping calm and staying with the dream. Sometimes it helps to take long deep breaths. A shocking realization will almost always jolt you awake.It helps if you try to immediately put yourself into a kind of trance or meditative state for a few seconds, taking deep breaths. This will usually lull your body back into sleep mode, and you probably won't wake up for a while longer.

The second thing is to just work on your recall like usual, and just keep trying to have as many lucids as you can. Over time you'll start becoming lucid earlier in the dream so you'll have a lot more time in it.

7/16/08 1:30 a.m. – 12:00 p.m. 10 ½ hours

New York or Bust

6. 12:13 a.m.—I’m in a long backup to get into New York. Everything in this dream is incredibly gray; in fact I can’t remember anything having any color other than different shades of gray. The road consists of two tunnels, and is England-style (car on left side). The tunnels are separated by a nondescript gray area about 2 feet wide. The ceiling of each tunnel is like a spine, gray spikes curve over the road, the tips of each a little above the ground on the other side. The backup may have been a long accident or something, but I get out of my car and walk the rest of the way to the end of the road. It turns out we’re already in the city (huge gray buildings surround the road), but there’s no way off of the road except at the end, which is right next to the ocean. I get about half way there and get out of the tunnels (there is a lot of space in between the spikes) by a large building. The ocean is just a bit away, and I ask someone if they swim in it, somewhat in jest (I’ve always felt weird that there’s an ocean that no one wants to swim in) (I had a dream about swimming in the ocean by New York 1-2 months ago). The thoughts of how cold it would be in the winter and how cool in the summer go through my head. I go into the building that is back and to the right, walking through one building and into the next. No one seems to mind me. I go up the stairs and I’m with Rochelle, Kyle, David, Alex, and maybe some others. We talk about some stuff that I can’t remember.

Wow! You know, I had a dream about going to NY and getting in traffic myself. I just told my cab driver to drive on top of the other cars. And he did. LOL.

7/17/08 2:00 a.m. – 12:00 p.m. 10 hours
I’ve noticed that as the day progresses, I forget more of the details of the dreams I’ve had. I’ve only noticed this recently (because I’ve had to write my dreams down either in the afternoon or just before going to bed). If I take the time to run through every detail, I might be able to retain it all for a longer period of time. I’m going to try that.

At Jasmine’s House Again

5. 2:30 a.m.—I can’t remember the exact order of these scenes, but I’ll put them as close as possible.

Scene 1—I am outside Jasmine’s house, around what should be where her dad keeps the helicopter sometimes. It looks more like a huge construction site. There’s a mound with grass, about 30 feet wide, surrounded by down-sloping dirt hillsides. One side goes almost straight down about 30 feet, and there is a large wall at the bottom of the slope, reaching as high as the mound. There is a number of adults, maybe including Jasmine’s parents, talking about something or the other with regards to working on the house or surrounding area. I go down the steep slope and reach the bottom. There are many dresses, which I suspect belong to her mom, hanging all over the place. I walk through this area for a minute and then decide to go back up to the mound. I hike up the side for a couple seconds and then am forced to climb. I grab the rocks and barely think I’ll be able to hang on; it’s a really small crimp. I manage to pull myself up though, and I go a few holds until the rock turns into climbing wall and I’m climbing artificial holds instead of formations in the rock. I get one hold from the top, and I’m incredibly tired. The final hold is a jug (really big and easy to hold on to) and I reach for it. I hold on for a second, long enough to see that above the wall decreases to a forty-five degree slope before I fall to the holds below. I never make it up the wall.

Scene 2—I am at my house, which is different as usual. There is a small hole about the size of a piece of bread between the second and first floors. I’m reclining in a chair, playing video games and eating pasta that my mom has made (done too much of that recently). Chad Outlaw, from work, comes in with what looks like one of those huge janitor machines on wheels to fix the hole. I ask why he’s doing this and apparently he has two jobs or something. The fills the ceiling part of the hole, and I suspect that he’ll fill the hole in the floor by pouring something in there, but he never does.

Scene 3—I am now inside Jasmine’s house, and there are probably 10-20 kids from school there too. They all have even less business being there than I do. Among them are Brian Paul and Last Place Ace. Ace is playing laser tag with some people, and I shine a flashlight into their eyes to mess them up. I decide I like it here so much that I’ll live here instead of my home.

It's appropriate that Jasmine has been away in my recent dreams because she's on a trip to Paris right now. I find it interesting that this is manifested in my dreams whereas I still see my brother in my dreams often, and my sister sometimes.

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Wow! You know, I had a dream about going to NY and getting in traffic myself. I just told my cab driver to drive on top of the other cars. And he did. LOL.

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Were you lucid? That would be a pretty funny reaction if you weren't.

7/18/08 4:00 a.m. – 1:30 p.m. 9 ½ hours

The Lamest Rock Show Ever

6. 2:33 p.m.—I’m being taken to a Brother on Skates (the rock band I play saxophone in) show in someone’s jeep, along with the rest of the band. We’re in the middle of nowhere; there are no buildings around at all and we may be driving on a dirt road. The concert is held in a kind of natural auditorium; there’s a big open circle surrounded by trees. There are about 20 people at the concert, most of them dressed in overalls and shirts that are way too big. Some other band is playing first, and we’re second. The band finishes their show and we get up on the stage (at least there’s actually a stage). We play two of our songs and then I’m back on the ground as Alex, Caleb, and Nate drive slowly through the crowd in the jeep. As they come my way, I raise my hands in the air and point at them. They are about to pass me so I jump on the back of the jeep.

They drive out of the circle and down a small dirt road. We eventually reach the end of the path, and turn right to go down to the lake. I get off the jeep at that point and the others just sit down by the lake. Mark is still back at the concert, probably wondering why we left after playing two songs. I decide to go back to the concert; I really just want to leave and go home. In the dirt path there is now a cart. I stand on it, and when I lean forward, it moves forward. I realize I could easily speed back to the concert, but I decide to leave it there so that the others can get back easily (forgetting that they have a car).

MM—Someone called me and woke me out of this dream. I told him about it, and I wonder whether I would remember it as well if he hadn’t woken me up.
NI—I called Alex last night and he told me he was just coming back from a show.

In New York

5. 3:08 p.m.—I’m with my parents in a strange shop in New York. It’s night time. We go down to the basement floor to see some of the merchandise. I can’t remember what any of it was. We come back up to the first floor and the owner shows us something, maybe a lightsaber. I leave the store to do something with the car while my parents stay inside. I need to park it or something. I put the car in reverse and go towards the parking spot, but I’m on the sidewalk. I look at the road, and there are no open spots on the road, but there are some parking meters on the sidewalk so I assume I can park here. I put the car in drive and the person in front of me who was following me drives forward for me. I drive up to the meter to park, and now I’m on a bike. I place it by the meter, look around, and see two more bikes sitting by a tree. I realize that I don’t have to park a bike, so I just set it by the others. I walk towards the store.

MM—awakening

Finally Cut

3. I’m working at Ruby Tuesday, and I ask James if I can be cut. He says yes and right as I’m walking out the side door, I see Paul walk in the front door. I wake up. Paul is the regional manager or something like that, and though I’ve never seen him, the impression I get of him is that he’s kind of like an agent and everyone working is like the people from the matrix. He instills that kind of fear in people. I hoped to reenter the dream to find out what happens next, but I couldn’t fall back asleep.

7/19/08 3:00 a.m. – 1:30 p.m. 10 ½ hours

Movies after Work?

4. 3:04 p.m.—I get off of work around midnight, the same time as Kat. I ask if she wants to go see the new Batman movie with me. She says yes and we drive to the pinnacle. We go inside, and it’s very dark. The tickets are sold on the right side of the lobby. She goes to the bathroom or something while I look at the show times. It plays at 12, 3, and 6, and it’s 12:15 or so right now. We’ll just miss previews if we go to the 12, so I decide we should go to that one.

She shows up, and she’s already got tickets (I think they said 3, but I thought they were for 12). We go to the right section of the building. The walls are all cinder block and they have weird symbols painted on them. I think the theater is really crappy compared to what it used to look like. We get in the movie and something that isn’t the movie or a preview is playing. The movie ends, and we might decide to go to another one at 3 or something. I can’t stop thinking about how easy it was to get her to go on a date with me.
MM—Remembered after about 10 minutes of sitting in bed.
NI—I read some stupid article on yahoo about how the new Batman movie was going to be playing at 12, 3, and 6 in some theaters to accommodate the huge number of people that were expected to show. I haven’t seen the movie.

Marathon Dream

7. 4:29 p.m.—This one changes to much to receive a real name—I’m hanging out with Michael, Kyle, and possibly Chris. Michael has been at some camp which focuses on the origin of life or something from a scientific perspective, and he shows us some of the stuff they did. I ask doesn’t he think that it’s kind of ridiculous that probably trillions of conditions that had to be just perfect somehow happened, and he responds, “Unless you consider that something may have influenced it.” I’m so shocked by his statement, which almost certainly shows a belief in god or something supernatural, that I don’t even respond.

He shows us one of the experiments, which I can’t remember. He shows us a second one, in which we place heated sugar on the floor by ant colonies, which is supposed to show that living beings seek energy. The first experiment was supposed to show the exact same thing, and I begin to think that this stupid camp was probably a huge waste of time (who the hell doesn’t know that living beings try to obtain energy?). I accidentally step on my sugar cube when I place it on the floor, and it shatters into individual crystals. A bunch of the ants go back into their colony. Michael explains that the young ants are going back in and the workers will collect the sugar. They do so my stuffing it into their cheeks, like hamsters. The ants’ heads grow to about 5X the normal size as they fill up on sugar and then go back into the colony. All the ants on the ground disappear. I pick up the colony, which is somehow grown into the cement/plastic ground. On the underside are small colored pieces of plastic, like the light brite stuff but smaller. I hit some of them out with a tiny hammer or something, trying to cut off a ring around the colony—break—

I don’t feel like finishing this so I’ll make it quick. I see two bases in a desert setting, one undead and one orc. I see a big dragon or something like that but more human like fly down. I see a mountain that looks very SNES-like and then I’m inhabiting someone else’s body in an airport trying to get to Toronto, Georgia from Miami, FL where I currently am. My parent and brother come up dressed in winter clothes and I think they’ll give me away.

7/21/08 12:00 a.m. – 11:00 a.m. 11 hours

My Average Day

7. 1:00 p.m.—I open the refrigerator to get my breakfast, and my parents are inside. I ask my mom whether she got any milk. I can’t remember what she said now (like 5 days after I had this dream)—break—I’m driving with Dana Partington to some water park (even though I should be going to diving practice now). It starts raining really hard and I pull off the interstate. The water park has like 3 people at it, and the only rides I go on before I teleport to diving practice are the standard water slide things except they’re flat on the ground, about 20 feet long, and have different little sections where water drips on your or you’re in a river or a whirlpool—scene—I’m at diving practice, stretching quickly because I’m late. One of those crappy slides is there. We’re standing around where the lap pool should be, and no one dives before I leave (Weird side note—When I woke up from this dream, I started nodding my head, one of our warm up stretches, like I was late to practice)—scene—I’m driving home so I can get changed to work. It’s 5:50 or so right now, so I’m already 50 minutes late. Instead of home, I arrive at a big building. I still can’t figure out exactly what it was, kind of like a hotel and restaurant and courthouse. I drive around once, looking for a parking spot. I drift around the corners of the parking lot because it’s raining again. I park the car and get out, looking back to realize I was driving the van. I get inside the building, not sure what exactly I’m looking for.

7/26/08 4:00 a.m. – 12:00 p.m. 8 hours

Ice Pool

3. 1:52 p.m.—I wish I could remember this dream better, because it’s my longest lucid by about 20 times. As it is, I can’t remember what helped me realize it was a dream—I’m at an extravagant pool. The walls are golden and there are chandeliers hanging from the 20 foot ceiling. The pool has some unmelted ice in it. There are probably 15-20 people there with me, including George Stephens. At some point I threw a towel in because I wanted it to get cold or something. I knew I was dreaming for the majority of the time, but I can’t remember any dream control I exercised, though I do know that I did some minor things. At the end of the dream, I saw my sister. I walked over to her and told her that this is a dream because I had some plan for us to fly away or something. She doubted me and said that I don’t get lucid often, how am I sure. I was about to summon something into my hand but I decided that she would just rationalize that so I ask her how I could prove that it’s a dream. I can start to feel my body and everything turns black. The dream lasted about 10 minutes, which completely shatters my previous record of about 30 seconds.

7/27/08 3:30 a.m. – 10:00 a.m. 6 ½ hours

Warning! For Mature Audiences Only

4. 3:46 p.m.—My dad yells at me for something, and I go downstairs. The house reminds me of legos; it’s red and light gray and has lots of random stuff that probably doesn’t do anything. Anyways, I decide to masturbate now that I’m in my room alone but a few seconds in I look at myself and realize that I’m a bit bigger than I used to be. As I notice this, it grows further, about 20 inches further. I think to myself that I’m probably dreaming, and as I turn around, the air feels so fake that I realize I’m dreaming. I finish up and try to think of something cool to do now. I try to fly by looking up and raising myself onto my toes, expecting that I will fly. It doesn’t work, and I try raising my arms like superman, but that doesn’t work either. I give up and leave the bathroom, and I forgot the rest.

Lucid two nights in a row!! The difficulty I had remembering this one makes me wonder whether I’ve had lucids that I forgot completely.

On a weird side note, my junk doing weird stuff like growing or duplicating happens quite often in my dreams, so I guess I found a dreamsign.

7/30/08 3:30 a.m. – 12:00 p.m. 8 ½ hours

Princeton Bickering and the Secret Police

I was reading a newspaper Princeton sent me last night and I read a bunch of articles about the Eating Clubs, basically Princeton’s fraternities and sororities, and bickering, basically pledging and the selection process.

9. 4:37 p.m.—I am in a nearly bare room, about 15 feet tall/wide/high and made of cement. The only thing in the room is a strange type of manually-powered machine which I have no idea what it’s for. About 5 people, whom I recognize are prominent Eating Club members, enter to take me as the freshman entertainment for the night. I agree to come with them and try to be confident and personable so they’ll like me.

They take me to a stage, behind a closed curtain. The curtain rises, and I almost walk out into the open, but they tell me to stop; I’m coming on later. The auditorium seats about 1000, but I can’t see how full it is because there’s a bright blue-gray light shining onto stage. After a minute, it’s my turn to go out. They begin asking me questions and such, and I’m compliant and focusing on being confident and personable, when the walls begin to explode.

A wave of shattering glass moves around the theater, completing one circle and then going back around the other way. Everyone seated panics and runs for the exit. After everyone has left, I calmly move to the exit, holding my arms over my head as chunks of rock fall from the ceiling and I pass a few stragglers. I run down the hallways toward the exit of the building, but soon after I pass a wounded man being carried by others, my conscience forces me back to help.

We make it to where the hallway opens into a common area just about 50 feet from the exit when the big explosion moves down the hallway after us. We carry the man as quickly as possible but the explosion overtakes us, and everything is calm.

Instantly I’m back in the room I began in, knowing that somehow I went back in time. A blue glow creeps into the room and I know they’re almost here. I dash behind the only thing in the room, the strange machine, but as soon as they walk into the room I sense one looking over the machine at me, puzzled by my strange position. I stand up and act natural, pretending that I wasn’t hiding from them. I assert that I will not come with them, though I don’t think to tell them of the awaiting disaster.

Not the type of people to be denied, they pull out small silver weapons and throw them in my direction. I feel one brush by my arm as I duck behind the machine again, knowing that they intentionally missed. Unfortunately, one of them isn’t so nice and pierces the crotch of my pants, the very tip of the dart sticking into my balls. I feel the pain from the hit and pull the small piece of metal out, conceding. I will play their game.

The Boring Flood

4. 3:09 a.m.—I am standing at the garage door when I notice a huge brown flood just a few feet down the driveway. A kid is swimming/being carried in it, and I want to get my goggles so I can swim around and have fun too. There’s a man whom I do not recognize with me, and he might tell me I shouldn’t go in the water. By the time I get back to the flood, it’s gone, and I drive down the driveway, now about 4 times the actual length. Most of the ground surrounding it is dirt, I suppose because the flood killed the grass. I drive back up the driveway, deciding that I will park in the far right garage, wondering why I’ve never parked there before (nonexistent in real life). The house looks more like a castle.

I Hate Ruby Tuesday

4. 3:15 a.m.—I am in a building which does not resemble a restaurant in any way, doing my typical job duty of sorting silverware and waiting for it to be washed so that I can roll it in napkins. I put it on a conveyor belt which takes it through a huge loop around a closed-off room. Terry is in there, handwashing the dishes that come through. I do something with a computer.

8/2/08 5:00 a.m. – 1:00 p.m. 8 hours

Where’d You Go?

3. Meredith Manning is at my house; more specifically, in my bedroom. She says we’re going to make out for three hours. The room actually resembles my real room, and it’s bright inside like it’s late in the day. She leaves—I can’t remember why—but she’ll be back in a minute. She closes the door. I wait for a minute, and then I wake up, wondering when she’ll come back.

I hate it when I get taken by dreams like that.

Sweet! you had a couple of lucids while I was away. Nice job! :D

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Originally Posted by valwen

Were you lucid? That would be a pretty funny reaction if you weren't.

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Yep I was. ;)

Ice Pool

Damn, it's too bad you can't remember what got you lucid! That would help tons. But do you think what you've been doing has been helping, or do you want to try doing more to induce more? Let me know and we can come up with some stuff. :)

Also, LOL that your dream sister knew you don't get lucid often. I love that logic.

Warning! For Mature Audiences Only

Lol, yeah for some reason it's hard to control the libido when you're dreaming. Lucid sex is great but eventually you're probably going to have to try hard to resist it so you can do other fun stuff. Anyway, other than the obvious sign, it sounds like awareness also helped you get lucid.

What do you think about trying to have a "constant awareness" for a while, before school starts? Because the fact that you were able to "feel" a difference in the air means that awareness might be something you have a knack for already, which means a faster way to more LDs.

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Originally Posted by Naiya

Damn, it's too bad you can't remember what got you lucid! That would help tons. But do you think what you've been doing has been helping, or do you want to try doing more to induce more? Let me know and we can come up with some stuff. :)

Also, LOL that your dream sister knew you don't get lucid often. I love that logic.

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I've talked to her about LDing a few times before, mostly because I really want to try shared dreams with her. She's a natural, lucky jerk, but she doesn't have control or anything.

Have you ever remembered the beginning of a dream? I think you'd have to be lucid before you started dreaming to do that (like sleep yoga). Just a side note.

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Lol, yeah for some reason it's hard to control the libido when you're dreaming. Lucid sex is great but eventually you're probably going to have to try hard to resist it so you can do other fun stuff. Anyway, other than the obvious sign, it sounds like awareness also helped you get lucid.

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I actually haven't ever had sex because I've rejected all the girls who've tried in dreams. I don't think craving lucid sex will be a problem, because I already realize there's tons better stuff to do when you can control anything. With enough control, I could create something 20 times as pleasurable.

8/9/08 2:00 a.m. – 12:00 p.m. 10 hours

So Many Failed Opportunities

8. I am at a friend’s house, along with another friend. We’re either eating dinner or playing video games. I get up and leave with the other visitor, going to the garage and driving one of the cars there away. I take the car on the left, a black car, and the other kid takes the white van on the right. We drive a ways, and then I’m back in the house, as if I passed back in time (this has started happening in my dreams; about 3 times in the past week). The exact same sequence occurs, and then we go back in time again. This time, I choose the van, and pull out of the driveway.

I can feel the pickup in the van and tell that it’s an automatic. I drive out of the neighborhood, taking a left on the street. The street becomes more like a roller coaster, steeply rising and falling. In fact, there is a rail about 10 feet above the road, and two cars ahead of me is a wide suspended cart. The road flattens, and the ground on the left side drops off into a cliff. The roller coaster leaves me, turning right and going up the mountain. The road curves around the mountain, and then there is a 20 foot gap that I have to cross.

I think that this will be really hard to fly across because I have trouble controlling a flying object when I’m not in first-person view (the dream becomes video-game style here). Whipping winds oppose me as I pull the control stick down and press hard on A to stay up and control the flight. The small black object that I’m controlling makes it to the other side but I don’t really care about that anymore. Now I’m looking at Mario (Mario 64) with the wing cap on. I make him jump three times to start flying.

There are about five feature areas on this level: a windmill area, the roller coaster area, a wind tunnel area, and I forgot the rest. At some point, I find the wind tunnel area and am very pleased because it’s the hardest one to get to in this level. There are tons of vertical cylinders placed in this area, all of which are like grates, blowing air upwards. They also shock you if you hit them, but if you don’t get too close you can use the current to fly. I end up near a star, which is encased in something I can’t destroy. I accidentally hit one of the tunnels, and then use it to fly. My wing cap runs out and the wind blows Mario up into the air. I expect him to spread his arms and slowly fall to the ground, but he twists on a random axis and falls like normal. I find two stars, which turn into weird shapes and decay. I figure out that I will have to fly into the case I found earlier from the side, and try to fly into it. I end up hitting a cylinder, get shocked, and fall off the cliff to Mario’s death (end video game segment).

There’s a tour of the area, and the kids can see how the separate areas were built by some ancient Indian tribe or something like that. View zooms to the base of one of the cylinders, and now I’m at a dance in a building with a big cylinder in the middle of it.

I’m dressed up in a suit, and a bunch of people from my senior class are there. There’s no rap playing, but instead songs from the 60s and stuff. A Beatles song comes on and I sing it, some of the people around me singing support lines (it’s so easy to sound good when John Lennon is singing). I mess up at one point, singing a few wrong words because I was thinking of a different verse. I don’t really care how I look so I dance, probably making a fool of myself, but I see another guy looking really weird so I just keep on. Mark Rudy passes me and does his usual thing. I’m around Katy Llewelen, Gabby Lloyd, and some guy (I just realized both of those girls’ last names start with two l’s. Coincidence?). Gabby is facing me really awkwardly about 2 feet in front of me, and slowly backs up. Katy pushes her forward and puts her hand out in front of her. I assume that she wants to dance with me and is nervous, so I take her hand and we slow dance. She leans back away from me. We stop dancing after just a minute; I can’t remember why.

Now I’m in my house, which is different, and it’s 12:30. I look out the window. The sky is enveloped by black clouds, with a small orange sun about 10 degrees over the horizon. A kid from diving camp is sitting on my bed, and I tell him how crazy it is that the sun is up at 12:30 a.m. (when I remembered this part I slapped myself on the forehead) but I rationalize it with the coming winter. I look back at the sun. After a few moments, it trails down to the horizon and disappears. I tell the kid how ridiculously fast the sun just moved, taking about a minute to explain that it moved about as far as it does in half an hour in 2 seconds (see above commentary).

My dad comes into the room and sees that something outside isn’t working right. He goes out some door and walks on the small ledge along the side of the house. I’m amazed that he’s doing this on the second floor, but later find out that I’m on the first floor (see above commentary). He jumps off the ledge onto the ground (I think this is when I realize I’m on the first floor) He starts messing around with the Christmas lights all over the ground. There’s some kind of break in the circuit somewhere, and he’s so pissed off the he connects it, burning all the batteries hooked up to it (in the form of large cylinders on the grass). They catch on fire. As he mercilessly holds the ends together, fuses blow and some lights go out. By the time he’s done, only a few purple lights are still on, and only one of the lights lighting our walkway works.

I come outside and he says I have to help him clean it all up. I start picking up a hose but he says forget it. We go inside, and he asks how the dance went. He gets pissed off that I didn’t dance with some girl named Amanda, whom I realize is one of the girls in a group of entirely black people. He asks why I’m not trying to impress him, and I say because I don’t care about impressing him. I see a piece of paper, a test that I just took on how much I want to impress my dad. He yells at me some more and I wake up.
God that took a long time to write.

NI—The van-I started driving an automatic again, Beatles song-I sang “It Won’t Be Long” in the car yesterday, Mario-I’ve been playing Mario 64, I have no fucking clue why those cylinders are in there.

LD #9

1. I’m dreaming, and I remember that I was in bed just a minute ago, and I realize I’m dreaming. I look around, and then think about waking up, and I’ll bet you can’t guess what happened.

8/10/08 2:00 a.m. – 10:00 a.m. 8 hours

A Premium Buffet

5. I’m in a room, well decorated, with food on tables. The floor is a black marble and everything looks very nice, but only a very small portion of the room is used. I see a couple of girls in dresses, but I don’t remember how I’m dressed. I think about telling my parents why I’m here and why I won't be home for a while, and then I realize I don’t really know why I’m here. I assume I just came here because I’m really hungry.

I ask one of the servers standing around if there’s a buffet deal or anything like that. He assumes I have no idea what’s going on and starts helping me around and putting the food I want on the plate he was holding. I only want rice and some butter glazed carrots but I get some of the stuff he suggests too so he won’t feel bad. After he leaves me I get more rice, and I see him looking at me like I’m a freak. I walk to the guys standing near the front door, which I assume is where you pay for your food.

Suddenly I’m in the kitchen along with Chris and Terry from work. My brother is there too, wearing an American Eagle t-shirt. I have the same one on. His biceps, much bigger than in real life, are stretching out the arms and I’m upset that he’s messing up one of my shirts, but I don’t say anything. There’s some strange ramp/trough thing that the cooks put a bunch of orange stuff in (cheese?).

NI—My brother had the same American Eagle shirt that I had, but he gave all his shirts to me when he left for the marines. He always takes shirts off by pulling the collar up, and it really stresses me out because it stretches the neck.

Gymnastics!

1. I see some gymnastics routines. At some point either an apparatus is set up wrong or someone messes up.

I’ve only dreamed about gymnastics once before, even though it’s a big part of my life right now. I can’t figure out why my gymnastics workouts haven’t made it into my dreams even though I spend almost an hour a day on them. I've rarely dreamed about diving, too, though I went to camp 2-3 hours a day every day for weeks. Now that I think about it, I've rarely dreamed about work, too. Obviously spending a lot of time doing something doesn't guarantee that it will be prevalent in your dreams. I'll consider what could cause the disparity between school's frequent appearances and the aboves' infrequent.

8/11/08 2:00 a.m. – 11:00 a.m. 9 hours

Dream Journaling

2. I am sitting at a computer in the middle of the night, thinking about the dream I just had and going over the details. Unfortunately, I forgot the previous dreams, but I do know that I had them; it wasn’t a fake dream memory.

Red Light, Green Light

4. I’m at school (again! Today was the first day of school for high-schoolers) and in class. It’s somewhere around the theater building. A door opens up to reveal an underground lava cave. On the sides are safe, unbroken paths, and in the center, a ring about 50 yards wide with many small pieces of ground underneath the 50 foot ceiling. The teacher, Sarah from work, stands at the doorway.

We play red light, green light, and the first kid who gets to the end of the cave wins. I see Sarah come to the doorway of the cave and look at us, thinking that she’s cheating (though they’re supposed to be able to see, aren’t they?). She calls red light and I’m still moving, so I have to come back to the start. There’s some kind of timer going, and I remember it being at 375 or something like that. I don’t remember whether I start back at the beginning, but she calls red light another time and I fall down forward and catch myself in between two platforms. It is generally accepted that I wasn’t moving so I don’t have to go to the beginning.

There are only 10 seconds left now and everyone makes a mad dash across the stones to the end. There are others ahead of me, but even they don’t make it in time. We go outside and Sarah shows us what the prize would have been. It was orange pants and a shirt. I’m really pissed off that I can’t get it because I want those to wear at Princeton (school colors are orange and black). I complain to her that I want that prize instead of the one I got (maybe I won a game earlier). I wake up and think about whether I should go to school to see if I can get her to switch the prizes. After a minute, I realize it was just a dream.

8/12/08 2:00 a.m. – 11:00 a.m. 9 hours

Caleb’s Loft

3. It’s night time, and I’m sleeping over at Caleb’s house. I’m not actually with him for the majority of the dream. At some point I look out a window. I talk to his parents and they tell me where he is. I go up the stairs with no railing and make it to the top floor. He’s there watching a movie. He might be sick or something.
Caleb’s house is so cool in real life, which I guess is why it’s always absolutely amazing in dreams.

Awww Shit

2. I have a bunch of dream friends over at my house in my room, and I either poop myself or…well I don’t really know what else could have caused it. I find some crap in my pants and boxers, and I go to the bathroom to change. I get on a new pair of boxers, and come back to my room. I pick up a pair of shorts and put it on, but it happens to be the one I crapped in.

Eating at Ruby Tuesday

4. I show up for work at Ruby Tuesday. The restaurant is almost completely white, and I recognize no one working there. It’s open for breakfast, which it doesn’t do, and I’m supposed to be working, which I don’t do in the morning. I want to eat because I’m really hungry, so I sit down at a table. I get up though, because I’ve decided to order at the bar (which is where we’re supposed to order). I can’t make up my mind what I want, considering hot wings and the breakfast food they have there. I walk back to the table, and on my way back, I see Bryce. He smiles at me. I know he’ll be mad if he sees me eating, so I go to the bar and tell the bartender to forget the food.

Some Random Olympics-Related Dreams

I had one about diving, and another about gymnastics. I had another one that was kind of like a news program where One of the athlete’s parents talked about something or the other.

8/13/08 2:00 a.m. – 11:30 a.m. 9 ½ hours

Odd Job

6. I am at work at Ruby Tuesday. It’s around 9:00 p.m. or so, so we’ll be closing in two hours. James asks me to go to some guy’s house and ask for some work to do. I think the guy was a pastor.

I leave the restaurant and begin walking to the pastor’s house, which is in my neighborhood. Fortunately Ruby Tuesday is on the road right outside my neighborhood, so it won’t be a long walk. I make it across Kingston Pike and begin walking up the hill by the church. There is no parking lot and the church is facing North instead of West. At some point, the ground is covered with snow, and I can see my footprints in it.

I go behind the church and onto Butternut Lane (yes, my neighborhood has the gayest street names. I live on Fruitwood, and the main road is Sugarwood). I walk down the first cul-de-sac and to the house at the end. The area is much more open and new looking than in real life. I don’t knock on the door, but instead stand there, wondering where the list of available jobs is. I see a plate somewhere stating that this is the home of Pastor whatever and his wife.

While I’m standing there like an idiot, the pastor comes outside, wearing a bathing suit and holding a towel. I try to seem friendly, asking if he has any available jobs for me. He says no. I stand there, dumbfounded, wondering why the hell I was sent here. Then he says he does have a job. I can come to the pool with him and his wife. She comes outside and they both get in the car.

They tell me to get in the trunk, but I say I’ll go home and change first, because I’m still wearing my uniform. They ask again whether I want a ride, and I say I’ll drive myself. I ask them how far it is and they say about 60 miles. That one stopped me dead in my tracks. I’m supposed to be closing in about 2 hours and it will take at least 3 hours before they get back. I say forget it, I’m not going, and they drive off.

I walk back to the street (at some point, I go back to the cul-de-sac, only to find that there are no houses in it anymore. I walk to the next one and see all the houses). I see a dog, a grey dog just like Champ (all those dogs look exactly the same) except it has a big box on its collar, like those lock-type things you find on the doors of houses that are for sale. The dog isn’t aggressive, but it isn’t friendly either. I try to read its collar to see where it belongs, but every time I reach for it, it tries to shake me off.

Reentry: I’m in my house now, and the dog is there, in my room. I walk into the hallway, and see Heather in her room, laying down on the bed crying, and Champ sitting on the floor trying to sleep. I know Champ and the other dog will get in a fight if they see each other, and the other dog sees Champ. It tries to wriggle past me, but I push it back and close the door to Heather’s room.

I walk down the hallway and out of my parents’ room comes Kratos, my brother’s cat (yes, he named him after God of War). The dog now has a black patch and a white patch on its back. Kratos walks down the hallway past the dog, and then the dog tries to attack him. Kratos knocks the dog onto its back and bites it in the neck.

His bite is too small though, and the dog survives. They fight, both incurring bad wounds. I throw a towel in between them to get them to stop and dry up the blood. I’m yelling at them trying to get them to stop. I think, “This can’t be happening!” and then I realize it isn’t happening; I’m dreaming. Everything turns black and I can feel my body. I’m awake.

A Family Event

3. I drive my brother in the Sentra from some house to our house. We get there and he’s pissed off that some kids are watching his tv, so he takes it and throws it in the trash. I plan to get it later, because there’s no way I’m letting that go to waste. He says he’ll drive back in his own car, and takes off. I follow him, and we’re back at the other house in a few seconds. I’m surprised that we got back in probably ¼ the time it took us to get here, but think nothing more of it (doh!). I go upstairs. It’s some kind of holiday or something, and this old guy in a wheelchair is coming over (he’s someone’s boyfriend). He shows up and the girl says that she’s breaking up with him. I think it’s really mean to let a poor old guy in a wheel chair come all the way here and then tell him to get lost.

And of course I had a bunch of random olympics dreams which I can’t remember.

8/15/08 2:00 a.m. – 11:00 a.m. 9 hours

Finally, Some Control!

6. I know there were parts of this dream in the beginning that I forgot. I am in a weird type of prep school. All the floors are checkered black and white and all the walls are made of a fairly dark brown. There are some random loft areas about 50 feet above the floor and carved into the side of the building. At some point, I can see some of the kids from up there movie style. Anyways, at some point, I realize I’m dreaming.

I’m with Chris Gilmartin either at this time or I find him shortly afterward. I tell him I’m lucid and he thinks it’s cool. I get up to the loft next to us and tell him to watch. At first I try to split my consciousness in two, but give up quickly. I then try to transform the wall (I can’t remember exactly what I was trying to do with the wall) but it’s hard to make it just do it out of nowhere so I make the dream vision flash kind of like a strobe light at about 5 times per second. I can change stuff pretty easily now, and I make the wall into some different stuff (unfortunately can’t remember) and then let it go back to the original. I come back down from the loft and Chris is really impressed. There are some kids and teachers down there, too, and they look at me like I’m a freak.

I see myself in a mirror, and I’m not distorted at all. I think about how real it feels, so I do a nose RC to make sure. It works, and I’m very pleased with how long I’ve been lucid without waking up. I do another RC just for fun to feel myself breathing through my nose when it’s closed. I go through some of the details of the dream to help me remember later. At some point I think about my body and waking up, and the dream quickly starts to fade. I fall down on my back and barely get a glimpse of what’s in front of me. Everything fades to black and I try to make the scene come back by will, and try rubbing my hands together, but it’s probably too late. Everything stays black, and I forgot the rest.

MM—I woke up and thought about the dream I just had (now long forgotten), and I remembered what felt like a pretty good dream from yesterday. Then I had a feeling like I was lucid last night, I just knew it. After a couple seconds I remembered. I love that feeling of waking up and knowing deep down that something really cool happened last night.

8/16/08 2:30 a.m. – 11:30 a.m. 9 hours

The “No Drinking!” Ruby Tuesday Police

4. Ruby Tuesday is very different than normal: the kitchen is not separated from the dining room by anything except empty space. There are no walls, as far as I can recall, and beyond the kitchen and dining room spreads empty, white, ceilingless building as far as the eye can see (wow I’m feeling stupid now). I give a group of four their food, and notice that they’re all somewhat tipsy. Bryce sits down by them and eats some of their chicken, talking about how it’s the worst product at Ruby Tuesday. He gets up and leaves.

A bit later, I’m standing by the table again when about four ridiculous looking police approach the table. They have mostly black uniforms with a little dark red. The four people sitting there are drunk and are going to be removed from the building because it will make the other guests uncomfortable. I go back to the kitchen after they are taken away and work on cooking some French fries. I remember how to cook some stuff from my days at Sonic, so I try to hit the timer for 3:30 but it ends up making a countdown from 5 minutes. I see when it hits 1:30 and realize I need to take them out now.

The people who were removed earlier are now back in the kitchen, being forced to work. I assume that they couldn’t pay for their food. For the next 5 minutes or so, we all just shift around the kitchen making food. They’re all really bad, and someone makes some raw French fries.

Vacation

5. I’m walking with a dream friend through a very tourist-ish area with his younger brother. He asks me to hold a chocolate milkshake which belongs to his dad. The shake has alcohol in it. He asks me if I think he could have just a sip of it, and I say there’s no way his dad will know. He takes a little bit off the top, and his younger brother might do the same. We walk up the path a bit further and meet his dad. His dad is a pastor (what’s up with pastors?) dressed in a nice suit. The manager of the place comes to us and says that our room is back the other way, the same place as last year. While I’m walking away with the other kids, I overhear the manager say to the dad, “So, not following the alcohol-free policy we’re trying to set?”

I get inside, and now the younger brother is gone, leaving me and my friend alone in the hotel room. We actually have our own room in the suite, a huge room, about 50 by 30 by 15 feet. There is a large bed in the center of the room with a sink right next to it. From what I remember, there isn’t much in the rest of the room. The kid’s dad comes into the room with his girlfriend, who’s wearing a 2-piece bathing suit. She’s really attractive for being probably 30 or 35. They leave and we’re left in the room alone again. We watch tv for a while, and I sip on the milk shake. It feels like I’ve only taken three sips, but I look down and see that the milkshake is completely gone. I’m a little worried because his dad will probably get mad at me and also I’ll probably get drunk.

I can hear the dad and his girlfriend coming to the room. I can’t find a trashcan, so I crumple up the cup and put it in my pocket. I take out my phone and practice making it seem like my phone is making the crumply sounds coming from my pocket. We quickly brush our teeth in case our breaths would smell like alcohol, and then they enter the room and we start eating dinner. I take a closer look at the pastor’s girlfriend, and my vision zooms up to her face. It turns out that she’s actually very old looking, with wrinkles in her face and just that general old person look. My mom is now sitting beside me at the dinner table, and I’m confused at how exactly she got here.

It's kinda funny how the pastor was obviously pretty weak to temptation (drinking and having a girlfriend, though he obviously had a wife before).

8/18/08 12:00 a.m. – 10:00 a.m. 10 hours

The Most Ridiculous Physics Assignment

3. I am back at school, in physics class, along with Kyle, Vivek, and some others. Mr. Milligan gives us an assignment sheet. I can’t remember exactly what we were supposed to do, but it required going to many different cities. Two of the objectives were located in Nashville, one in Knoxville, and one was somewhere in California. There was at least one more. We figured out just a while after we got the papers that we would have to drive for huge amounts of time to complete the assignment. Once we realize just how much time it would take to do this, I say, “Forget it, there’s no way I’m driving this far. Nashville is like 3 hours away.”

It’s a funny dream because Milligan always gave us a few absolutely ridiculous physics problems on every homework. Near the end, it got to the point where every problem was ridiculous. I often refused to do the problems, and would just put some bs work down (we got credit for trying).

Superhero Torment

3. (Movie-style dream) A man, about 20 years old, is running down the interstate at night (probably carry-over from the last dream). His family is driving in a car, close to him. The man is wearing a skin-tight suit and running as fast as the car; it is apparent he is a super hero. They make it to a light-up bridge and meet the superhero’s brother. Something else significant happens here (can’t remember).

Now the superhero is in a city, among huge buildings. Someone who is much more powerful than he is toying with him. They set him on fire and taunt him, “And now I bet you’ll break into that girl’s bath to put yourself out.” Above him is an apartment, with a window looking into the girl’s bathroom. She leaves the bathroom, and the bathtub is full. The superhero turns into a long, cylindrical dragon and flies straight up into the bathtub, dousing the flames. There was just no alternative.

NI-A commercial had a guy running as fast as one of those cars that can go like 400 mph.

8/20/08 2:00 a.m. – 11:30 a.m. 9 ½ hours

I’m Too Young to Die!

3. It’s night time, and I am laying down next to Champ. I can feel him breathing, and then I just know that he’s about to take his last breath. He does, and a second later, so do I. The thought is peaceful at first, until after about 20 seconds I realize that I don’t want to die. I kind of half-realize that it’s a dream but I’m seriously freaked out that I can’t breathe. I try really hard to breathe, and then end the dream (not sure whether I woke up or faded to black). I can feel myself breathe again, and I lose consciousness.

Family Feud

4. I am staying with a family. They have a family business, which competes with another family business. The two families are always fighting. Inside the house is an igloo-like area. I follow one of the brothers in as he gets some ice. I sit down inside the ice and pull it from behind me over my face. When I remove my hands, there’s an ice mask left. The face is kind of squashed down because I was pushing down hard. Outside the igloo, the ground is covered in snow. I’m surprised that I can walk on it with bare feet.

The family moves constantly (I think its houses get bombed by the competitors). At one point, I slide a grenade shaped like a piece of fruit into a house. Inside, a woman picks it up. I expect her to quickly throw it back in my direction, but she runs up the stairs with it in her hands. She meets another woman and they start dancing.

Back outside, total war ensues. Machine gun turrets and tanks appear, causing massive destruction. I feel like I’m a civilian caught in crossfire, and I decide to hold my hands in the air so people won’t attack me. Men with rifles are standing close to me, firing at the tanks, turrets, and airplanes. They’re being mowed down, and dust and debris are flying everywhere. I’m against a wall, and the only way I can get away is to go right out into the middle of the fight. I take a step out, and an explosion kills two men just to my right. I feel the shrapnel graze my arm. I either get killed just a second later or assume I do, and the dream ends.

MM—I was envisioning a scenario in counter-strike, throwing a grenade and then the person throwing it back, when I remembered the corresponding part. I have no idea why I was thinking about CS. The excitement of remembering this dream caused me to forget the dream I had just before I woke up.

Coming Home

6. Chris Wright is driving Kyle and me home on Kingston Pike at night. A police officer behind us turns their lights on and Chris pulls over into the bank parking lot by the road. I tell Chris to turn on the lights inside the car to make the cop more comfortable so they’ll go easy on him. He tries different things for about 30 seconds, but he cannot make the lights come on. He finally gets a very dim lighting, and settles on that. The cop walks straight past our car. About 10 feet away from our car lies a dead man.

I say, “Oh god, let’s get out of here.” It turns to day, and we drive through the parking lot towards the road. Along the parking lot are about 15 more bodies. There are officials everywhere, and I can hear the sounds of people being cut apart for autopsies. Chris is driving very slowly and I tell him to just get the hell out of here.

We make it back to the road and to the entrance of our neighborhood. The band is putting on a show, as is tradition (not really). There are some metal percussion type things on the road. I walk past these and up the hill a little ways. I think of how much more I liked the bass line and remember what they sounded like. Now the road resembles a forest, except with metal spires instead of trees. I weave through some of them to find Murph and Caleb. They’re getting paid $9/hour by Mr. Rogers to participate in the show. I still feel bad for them because they’re with the band though.


The pervasiveness of death in my dreams last night disturbed me when I first realized it. But now I think it was because I saw Neil Board yesterday; he fell 90 feet onto rocks and trees and stuff and by all means should have died. He survived by a miracle, and spent months in the hospital. Yesterday I saw him in Ruby Tuesday (to which I will never return!!!).

8/23/08 5:00 a.m. – 1:00 a.m. 8 hours

China

6. I am with Anjali at a party with some kids from Webb, none of which I know. We’re outside the front door and talking to some guy. He says something about this girl who’s late, and I hear her on the cell phone saying, “My parents found me when I was just about to score.” I knew she was going to show up drunk, and thought she meant get drunk by score. After a second I realize she may have meant get some action, and think about that for a second (the dream scene didn’t change there though).

I start down a snow slide on a raft along with Anjali and Carter Greenbaum. Near the end there is a steep drop and then I veer right off the track to a part a little further on. The two behind me are a little confused and annoyed, so I stop and they stop too. We’re right outside the building now, and Anjali has a white truck. She says to look over the hill right next to us.

I do, and behind the annoying construction projects I can see a very stereotypical Beijing. All the buildings are brightly colored orange, red, or yellow, and there are dragon heads all over the place. All the buildings are about the same height. I think it’s an amazing sight. I look away, and when I look back the stupid construction is gone, and I can see the city clearly. I look back away as Anjali pulls the truck under the building. I want her to pull it back out so we can stand on top of it and see more, but don’t ask her to. I go back and look one more time. Now there is an empty grass field stretching as far as I can see. After a second, there’s a huge flash and now I’m looking into a football stadium. I look back at them and say how weird that was. I could hardly believe my eyes! (Dang it!)

The stadium aspect takes over the dream, and I find that I’m in a spectator box looking down into the “Bird’s Nest” (actually just a regular stadium except around the field are vertical walls with windows for spectators. On the corners there are decorations at 15 meters and 25 meters above the ground. A man about 20 standing next to me jumps out the opening onto the stone, and does a backflip down to the ground. Another guy jumps out and then onto a lower platform, breaking the lower platform as he hits it. I know that the eight most important gems are located in these decorations, and I plan on gathering them all since no one has any clue. I’m about to collect the one from the broken stone when I wake up.

8/26/08 2:00 a.m. – 10:30 a.m. 8 ½ hours

Taken By Band, Again

3. I am in a room in my house with Steven Lawhon and some other saxophone players. The rest of the band might be there too. We’re warming up for a performance, maybe pregame. The warm up is over and I walk over to my couch. I’m worried about how I’ll keep my saxophone in good playing condition, and put the reed in my mouth to keep it wet. It feels like a long time passes, perhaps an hour, and I begin to wonder what happened to the band performance (I do stuff during this wait but I can’t remember what it was). After a minute, I realize that I’m not in band anymore. I say to myself, “Dang, this is just like that dream I had yesterday!” And somehow, I managed to not become lucid.

Then I watch a guy carrying a reed around in a flood. Someone is in a truck and won't get out, even though it's being carried away by the current. The guy with the reed pushes him out of the truck, but has trouble getting out himself. He hangs from the open door by one arm waiting for the right time to let go and fall in the torrent. He lets go, gets swept in front of the truck, and gets sandwiched in between the truck and a bunch of fallen trees, which break. It looked like the guy was going to die but he actually got hit up onto an embankment and survived.

NI—Guy hanging by one arm-tropic thunder; Car stuck in dangerous situation-CSI, car gets hit by train

A Question of Beauty

4. I’m laying down next to a woman. She smacks the pillow with her hand, and I wake up. I turn over onto my side, and my mind starts working like mad. Instantly I realize that I was just dreaming, and that I want to go back into the dream. I decide that the woman says something after hitting the pillow, and picture myself back in the scene as strongly as I can.

Instantly I feel something shoot through my body, like the first time I WILDed, and I already know I’m dreaming. However, everything is black, and I can feel both my body and my heart racing. I’m really excited that I finally got another WILD type lucid, but I manage to keep my mind under control so I don’t wake up. I make one of the scenes from the previous dream reappear, and kind of float around in the position I fell asleep in, as not to make myself move in real life. After a minute, I feel comfortable enough to move my arm and do so. I make the winner of the contest in the previous dream appear in front of me, and try to make her very attractive. I use The Cusp’s attention idea and focus on how real her body is and any good feature I can find. The lighting is so dim that I can barely see her, though, and I give up. Besides, she’s black, (and I’m not racist) and I just don’t find many black girls attractive.

I try to make some of the other girls from the competition appear, and instead the competition goes over again. It is one between “7 girls and a penis” as the announcer says, referring to the one guy as a penis (classic synecdoche). I see the chart of the competitors, and only the first three girls are taken seriously. I recognize the third one as someone very beautiful whom I know, but I can’t remember now who it was. Eventually, I lose lucidity and go into a regular dream.

So that was my first DEILD, and ridiculously easy to get. I'm definitely going to try to use that technique from now on.

9/7/08 2:00 a.m. – 10:00 a.m. 8 hours

Sidetracked

5. I am in a house with some family that I don’t know. They have a bunch of dogs including a Dachshund and some other dogs. I run up the stairs quickly and all the dogs chase me. For a second I fear that they might attack me since they don’t know me, but when I stop they just run up and smell me. Someone talks about Dachshunds and how they live mainly around TN (which is bull but I don’t really think about it).

I go downstairs with one of the daughters of the family, my age but not all that attractive. We’re inspecting some kind of mystery that happened in the house, looking for the room which some person lived/stayed in. I take a look at some of the doors, and somewhere in here I realize I’m dreaming. It may have been because everything was so hard to read, but when I saw that the words disappeared I wasn’t surprised at all. The girl and I keep trying to get through this door and read what’s on it when I think to myself that I’m done trying to follow the course of the dream; I’m going to do whatever I want now.

I look over at the girl, and decide I don’t care how she looks, and start making out with her. At first my tongue keeps scraping against her teeth and it’s really painful, then I keep my tongue in my mouth and will her to push hers into mine. Of course she goes too far and I gag, but then it stabilizes and everything is pretty nice. I was about to start having sex with her when I woke up. What a waste of lucidity.

9/13/08 3:00 p.m. – 3:20 p.m. Nap

Sensations

6. I lay down for a nap beside my girlfriend. About 10 minutes in, I suddenly realize that I’m not longer awake and cannot move my body. I think that when I open my eyes, I’ll be in the middle of a wide meadow. I open my eyes to find myself in my room back at home. I know there’s grass outside, so I dive out the window and roll onto the grass below. I see myself from outside my body, and feel almost nothing; it’s very disappointing. So I decide it didn’t happen like that. I’m back in the room, but now it’s the actual room I’m sleeping in. I start skipping around and focusing on what I’m feeling. I can start to feel sensations of the wind moving across my face and my feet hitting the floor. I remember that I talk in my sleep, so I start trying to talk to her while I sleep, saying “I love you” and “I’m dreaming.” She responds (not in real life. She did hear me talking though). I decide it’s time to fly. I start skipping in place, jumping higher and higher and feeling myself begin to fully lift off the ground, spinning in circles and being very excited that I can finally feel flight. I am almost jumping as high as the ceiling when she moves and wakes me up.

9/14/08 2:00 a.m. – 10:00 a.m. 8 hours

It Could Have Lasted Longer…

I just remember thinking that I wanted to be somewhere else, so I tried to think of myself in the building in front of me because I knew I was dreaming. It didn’t work and I lost lucidity.

9/16/08 12:00 a.m. – 7:00 a.m. 7 hours

Camping with Jasmine

4. I am on a trip much like the camping trip I took before college. Most of the people who were on my trip or I am friends with are with me, and so is Jasmine. We’re going out again, and I can hardly believe it. Contrary to real life, we’re camping in the middle of a bunch of buildings and trees rather than the forest. The buildings are much like the buildings at Princeton, very tall and made of stone. They are more like ruins though, as no one lives here anymore. We set down to sleep on a large rock near the buildings. I’m somewhat confused when I consider that I’m going out with Jasmine again, but brush it off.

9:00 a.m. – 10:00 a.m. Nap

More Jasmine

6. I am on a trip with Jasmine and her family. I see her three sisters but Rachel is the only one who looks like normal, and the only one who recognizes me. I think they must all be surprised that I’m back. Rachel greets me Phil, even though back then I went by Philip. There are also two people who I don’t know there, a woman about 30 and a man about 30 as well. I find it funny that I’ve dated two of the sisters and wonder where Megan is (which is complete nonsense because as far as I can remember, in the dream I was just dating Jasmine again).

Later on Jasmine, one of her sisters, and I end up in a bedroom. They lie side by side and I am on top of both of them. One of them won’t move her head, and it’s really inconvenient for some reason. A guy walks into the room and I’m afraid it’s Jasmine’s dad, but it’s the guy from earlier. He tells us to stop or something but we pretty much just ignore him and he leaves.

Then I’m in my house and there’s a small kitten in the room. It was doing something annoying and I push it to the side so it will stop. This only incites it, and it tries to charge me. Every time, I just knock it aside or step back. I start to feel really bad that I’m being mean to a little kitten, and try to call it so I can pet it. I call Batly, and it doesn’t respond. I call Boots and once again it does nothing. Then I realize that it isn’t my cat at all. I think, “This isn’t my cat; I’m dreaming!” though I hardly believe it myself. I try to wake up from the dream and find myself back in bed.

NI—I told my roommate about Jasmine last night. She was probably in every dream I had; I know she was in at least one more that I forgot. The random guy in the nap dream is probably spawned from Titanic. I watched the movie last night and now that I think about it, he reminds me of the fiancé from the movie.

I’m very pleased with how often I’ve become lucid lately (3 times in the last 4 days).

9/23/08 12:00 a.m. – 9:30 a.m. 9 ½ hours

Didn’t Get Much Done

5. I am in my dorm room with Dave (not my rl roommate) packing everything up to come home because it’s the end of the semester. I think for a second, and realize that the semester just started, and I realize that I’m dreaming. I can hardly believe I’m dreaming at first, but I think about things, and realize it must be the case. I walk up to Dave and say, “Can you listen to what I’m about to tell you?” He says yes. “Wouldn’t it be cool if this were a dream? It is!” He doesn’t argue at all, he just says that’s pretty cool and seems to not really understand. I leave and start walking down the hallway. I wonder why I would walk since I can just fly. I lean forward as I walk to gently glide over the floor. It doesn’t work. I try jumping forward a few times and just fall on my hands and knees. I start to think about how well I can feel the wind against my face and my pants against my legs when the dream goes black. To retrieve it, I start running and trying to focus on what’s around me. Another dream starts, and for the remainder of my lucidity I just follow along, at some point being proud that I’ve stayed lucid for so long. Next time I’m going to practice diving.

9/24/08 5:00 p.m. – 6:00 p.m. Nap

Dream University

4. I am at Princeton, which mysteriously consists of buildings and bridges made of twigs and a central moat. I’m currently on my way to my dorm, wearing my Mathey rain jacket because it’s raining really hard. I decide for some reason that I want to feel the rain on my head so I take my hood off. I’m not getting wet at all, so I take off my sleeves too. The rain isn’t touching me at all, which I find a little weird. I climb up the rocks to my dorm and jump over the large puddles/streams. From here, I need to follow some bridges to my room, but they’re congested with tons of people. I take one and take the stairs up to the next level, following the bridge back to end up above where I just was. I stop off at my room and come back out.

At the end of one of the bridges, a bunch of kids are having a water fight; it has long since stopped raining. I take off my outer clothes to reveal that I’m wearing a swimsuit. One of them tries to spray me with his super-soaker. I hide behind a cloth but he still gets me a little (I can actually feel this water). I see Cason and Preston Hewgly at the water fight, assuming Preston is there taking a few days off from high school to visit his brother (who is actually in high school too).

I can’t remember what tipped me off or when I noticed, but shortly after this I realize I’m dreaming. I’m already sitting down, so I fold my legs and get ready to start meditating. I decide I want to sit on the grass, so I scoot myself back and take off my shorts. The grass feels just like in real life, but I see a short fat girl running down the path in my direction, a ways away. I decide to put my boxers back on so no one will be embarrassed to see me (I personally wouldn’t care) and hastily throw them on inside out. Somewhere around here I lose lucidity.

I later run into some kind of person-train which tries to knock me down. I try to jump on back for a free ride, and it starts to fall over. I feel like getting it back, so I take it down. It turns out to be one guy with three people on his back, and one of the girls starts pleading for her life. I say I was just kidding, get up, and wake up.

9/28/08 12:00 a.m. – 10:00 p.m. 10 hours

The Low-G Arena

7. I am running around the walls of a large square area. I’m about 40 feet off the ground, and I almost don’t fall at all. I am trying to catch something in the center of the room, but I have trouble getting off the walls. I start trying to turn and angle myself to go more towards the center when I end up almost hitting a flat wall. I end up on the ground somehow. I notice that the gravity down here is much more existent but still much less than usual. I jump onto a building, using it as a boost to jump even higher from. While in the air, I do about 4 back flips and a couple twists. I see someone watching me in the middle of it, and ever wanting to impress, I decide to throw in one more back pike. I don’t really make it the whole way around before I have to put my hands on the building to stop myself though. After I get down, I show some more moves, doing a couple planches and other stuff.

Wilderness Trip

4. I’m on a trip in the wild, once again, and beginning to head up a bare mountain. I’m going up it with a girl on my trip, but I take one path and she takes another. I notice that the path I am on is rocky and requires lots of climbing and careful steps, while her path is just a footpath. I’m about to turn back and go on the other path when I realize that my path is shorter and probably more fun. As I continue, two boys from the trip join me. We get to a tricky part: there is a gap and cliff that you have to cross by climbing some fallen trees. I remember doing this before, so I know exactly what to do (I absolutely hate how I “remember” stuff that never happened in dreams. It makes me wonder whether I “remember” stuff that didn’t happen in real life). I climb across the branch using only my arms, but at the other side I stop on a log below the path so that I can help the others. From here the dream involves porcupines and pooping, and I don’t really want to bother anyone with that.

9/29/08 1:30 a.m. – 6:00 a.m. – 7:30 a.m. 6 hours

Another Jasmine

4. I am at Jasmine’s house, in her bedroom (which is very reminiscent of my parents’ bathroom). She has broken up with Adam Bates and now she wants me. We almost make out but I think it would be a bad idea because we shouldn’t get involved again so I pull away. We put on our clothes and get ready to leave. Outside her room, it’s very cold. I wonder why it’s so cold and notice that it’s snowing. In fact, there are cracks in the boards of her house and snow is falling down in between them onto my feet. I’m a little bit surprised but don’t worry about it. I remember seeing her dad later on, but that’s about it.

*poke* You haven't posted in a while. :P

I know. I've been very lazy at college so far and it really disturbs me. I'm going to try to post later today, because I have a pretty well recalled dream from last night.

11/11/08 ??

Medley

6. Explicit material deleted—My girlfriend and I in a booth at a restaurant, and she’s about to go down on me from under the table. The waitress notices and starts to call the police. I say that’s not necessary, we’ll leave now. She says we have to call our parents. Tara calls her dad. I avoid it by calling my sister and pretending that it’s my mom’s voicemail.

We leave immediately afterward and in the lobby I see my parents. They clearly do not know and talk to us for a bit. I go out into the parking lot and now I’m with my friends form back home. We’re flying around an unmanned airplane, about 3 feet in every dimension. It makes a loop very close to the ground and Chris Wright and me, and Chris runs out of the way. I say there’s no danger, just before it makes another loop and then runs into me. The propeller cuts my legs pretty badly, and scratches up my arms too. I catch the plane by the propeller blades with my hands, holding it until it stops spinning. I get up and take a look at myself, and I have some pretty deep cuts. I’m afraid I’ll have to go to the hospital. I go back inside to tell my parents, but when I look back down my cuts are no longer bleeding and I assume I’ll be fine.


11/12/08 3:00 – 5:30 p.m. Nap

Hotel Room

6. I’m back home, hanging out with a few friends. At some point some girl mentions how tall I am now (not really any taller than before). I’m going to be staying in a hotel room with my friends, of which I remember Kyle and Mungan. I know a lot about the hotel, as it belongs to Jasmine’s parents. Every floor has only about 3 rooms and large stores/restaurant areas. There is an elevator in the center of the building, and the lobby has a large open space to the top of the building adjacent to the elevator, so you can see all over the hotel from inside.

We look for our room on the second floor, as we’ll be staying in the room right next to my parents. We enter a door and find employees working on something. They ask us to leave the room so we get out. We go up the elevator to the twelfth floor (top) and look over the rest of the hotel. For some reason we decide to leave and take the elevator down. I remember our stuff is on the second floor and hit the button quickly so we won’t have to go back up. There’s practically no one in the entire hotel besides us, and almost all the rooms are vacant.

We leave and go to a restaurant somewhere. I overhear someone from school saying how bad the hotel is and that it hurts people in some way. I argue with him for a second and realize it’s pointless. We sit down by Christina Zhong and some other girl and talk for a second, and then Christina mentions how tall I am now.

I also remember having a lucid dream a while ago:
10/25/08

Lucid

4. I am driving to my house up the street in my neighborhood, and I put the car in neutral to see if I can coast up the rest of the hill and onto my street. I’m afraid that I won’t make it, but I do, and I’m still going really fast. I keep going up the hill, and onto parts of the street that don’t exist. I realize I’m dreaming. The car begins going down a hill on the other side, and the dream starts to fade. I start jogging to keep it alive, and everything turns black. I keep trying, and after a second I’m in a room. There are people my age there. I try to fly, succeeding in hovering over the ground, but the other people are just floating in the room and it’s pissing me off. They make fun of me, and I start to fly off the ground, just before I wake up.

11/19/08 3:00 – 4:30 p.m. Nap

The Dorm Room

4. I am with my friends from back home (I have no idea why my friends from home keep appearing in my dreams. I suspect today it was probably because I talked with two of them on skype for about an hour last night, but for the past few weeks they’ve been showing up for no apparent reason.) Chris and I talk about some mixed drink that I made for him a while ago, and I look around my room and see huge spaces that I could be taking better advantage of. From my bed, I can access a hallway that opens on the other side of my room, on a second floor. The door is currently blocked with stuff, and I decide I want to organize my room by storing things in the open space on that floor. I also notice that the light is on, so it’ll be difficult to sleep tonight unless I get the stuff out of the way and turn the light off. Throughout the rest of the dream, I just talk to people, the whole time wanting to get that mess in order.

?? Nighttime Sleep

Coolest Fair Ever

3. I am going to the fair, perhaps with my mom, or maybe she just happens to be there. At the first gate she simply passes the man and presents a stamp to the man at the next gate, who lets her in. I try to do the same, but I mess up whatever we’re supposed to do, and end up going back and forth a few times before I can be let in. It’s been outside and sunny so far, but I enter a building. It feels like some kind of preliminary screening for the attraction, which will be open to the public later. I go through the first room and down the hallway to the next. It becomes night and dark inside. In the next room is a climbing wall. I begin up it and make it to a plateau. All of my friends from climbing are now surrounding me on all sides, and we’re all crammed against each other. I try to climb higher but there’s just no room, and the holds feel like they’re made of soft rubber. I almost fall backwards back to the ground, but I stay on because I’m not sure whether there are pads down there. I end up falling forward anyways, into a pool, and I’m quite upset that I got my clothes wet so early.

11/27/08 1:00 – 11:30 a.m. 10 ½ hours

Climbing Trip

6. I am on a trip to some place in the wilderness with a man and his son, about ten years old. We’re in a hotel on the top floor, and we’re about to leave. We get in the elevator, which consists of a carriage with transparent walls hooked up to a crane. There are no walls around the carriage, and a fairly old woman is operating the crane. She wants to give us some fun, so she drops us. The elevator has a built-in saving device, which slows us down before we hit the ground. Once at the ground, we are pulled back up to the top and the dropping is repeated. We get out and lay on the ground underneath the elevator. It is pulled up and dropped one more time, but I don’t really want to take any chances, so I roll out of the way before it hits the ground. We go inside and check out or something.

This whole time I’ve had a big pillow, one of those ones you sit up against with the arm rests, stuffed in my shirt, and I look ridiculous. As I’m about to walk out, someone from another rooms calls me over. It’s James, my old manager from Ruby Tuesday and the job I hated more than just about anything. He asks me what the pillow is all about, and I remove it from my shirt. For some reason I feel like I’ve travelled with my pillow in my shirt like this often. He says, abruptly, “Maryville could use you. I could use you.” I know he’s asking me to work again. “You could be a bartender.” I really don’t want to work at Ruby Tuesday at all, but James is a nice guy. I consider just frankly saying “No” to see what kind of offer he would give me, but instead I say, “Maybe in the summer. I really don’t think I should leave college just to work there.” He understands, and the man and son from before come and we leave together.

Lucid Battle

7. This may be a continuation of the previous dream. I am now in an open yard surrounded by buildings, with a few sidewalks going through it. It’s situated on a hill. Someone is telling me to attack this girl next to me on a bike, and she rides away. I get on my bike, which is now 64 speed, and chase after her. I decide I’ll steer my bike toward her and jump off at the last second so she’ll be knocked down, and then I can attack her properly. I look back at my gears to change, and now I notice that there are only 6 gears where there used to be 8. I realize I’m dreaming. Instead of jumping off my bike, I simply ram into her and knock her down. I get off my bike, and the scenery shifts to a grocery store. I want to cause the most damage possible because I know she’s lucid too, so I take my bike by the handle bars and swing the back tire at her, hitting her in the face. I do this repeatedly. She reciprocates, hitting me in the head with the bike. It doesn’t hurt very much, but I realize that it must not be doing much to her either, so I decide to find a better course of action. I draw her into a corner, and then make her stop, completely frozen. I walk up to her, fold my hands, and say a spell to make her disappear for good. I am successful, and she never reappears. I go and sit by a girl who is my friend in the dream but I do not recognize.

We talk about the battle, and then get up. She wants to buy something but she doesn’t have enough money. I decide to try to pay with blank paper, so I pull out my wallet, but I only have bills in there. I pay with a $1 bill, which the kid at the cashier grabs and pulls down hard. My arm follows, and my face is pulled down into something, hard. I’m pissed so I pull my head back up and kick the cashier thing from under the table, but it doesn’t really do anything. I see someone talking the man next to the cashier, and can tell he is not a normal DC either. I can tell this when I ask him a question and he doesn’t give me an archaic answer. He points to a bag next to him. I pull out a $58 bill, obviously counterfeited. I pull out a $28 bill, the same. He says there’s something else in there, and I pull out 4 graduation caps, about half the size they’re supposed to be. One of them is a love note, written to Phil Ripp or something like that. I kind of laugh and toss it away. At some point in the dream, I can’t remember when, I was talking to Tara, lucid, who was working on homework, telling her it doesn’t matter because this is a dream ad we should go do something fun. She doesn’t really understand though.

12/16/08 3:00 a.m. – 12:00 p.m. 9 hours

A Lucid

4. I am in a house at a party of sorts. People are meditating in the basement. On the ground floor I am with two people throwing away their food. We’re talking about techniques to realize that we’re lucid dreaming. We propose that if the macaroni and cheese sticks to the wall then it must be a dream and if it doesn’t then it must be real life. At some point around here I realize I'm dreaming, but not because of macaroni.

I cannot see right, as though I do not have my contacts in. I walk down the stairs to the basement in a funny way, kicking my legs out and up before each step down. I arrive in the basement and decide to put some contacts in because it’s really annoying not being able to see. I get my contacts case and solution from a piece of furniture. I decide I want to test my hand at some dream control so I put it through the clear eyes cleaning stuff, which takes 6 hours to clean it or else it will hurt like hell, and make it get completely clean in about 3 seconds. I put the contacts in my eyes, but it all feels kind of fake, and after they’re in I still can’t see. I go back upstairs.

There’s a tv on in the room next to me, and I decide to try some control again. I decide to change the scenery of the room with no real goal in mind. Nothing happens. I then try to make the tv disappear by turning my back and expecting it to be gone. This doesn’t work either. I then try to make it disappear by believing a hole will appear beneath it. This fails too, and I just give up, going outside. I’m on my street, and see a bunch of kids running to Kyle’s house, and decide to check it out. I start running over, but decide to fly. About half a second later I wake up.

12/17/08 2:30 a.m. – 12:00 p.m. 10 ½ hours

Armageddon

3. I am in my dorm room, which is halfway underground. A large orange sphere phases through my roof and through my backpack. I think it has gone through my math book and I’m a little bit upset. Another one phases through the roof, and I get scared that one may hit me. I jump out of my window and head to the other side of the quad. I go inside another door, and then turn around to come back to my dorm room. I almost run into a glass pane that has dropped as an emergency measure. I go around it and then run through the gym area of the building and almost smack right into another one. The guy at the desk sees me, and I continue on.

Dance at the University

4. The dance will be later tonight and I am getting ready. I’ve dressed up in a suit, and Michael, Kyle, Mungan, and Chris are coming by to meet up before it. Kyle, Chris, and Mungan are excited about what they’ve dressed up in, and I’m interested to see what they’ve come up with. They arrive in a van and the four get out. I now see Mungan, Kyle, and Chris’ outfits—they aren’t wearing shirts. Michael has a full suit on. I think the shirtless thing is tasteless so I emphasize how classy Michael’s outfit is.