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      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.

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      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

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      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

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      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.

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      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.

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      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

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      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?

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      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.

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      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

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      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…

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      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)

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      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.

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      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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      Quote Originally Posted by Naiya View Post

      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.
      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.

      Quote Originally Posted by Naiya
      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.
      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.

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      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.

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      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

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      Well congrats on your LD progress! 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?

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      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.

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      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.

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      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

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      . 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.
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      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

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      . 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.
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      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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      Quote Originally Posted by Valwen View Post
      At least I was thinking clearly enough to know what I wanted to do.
      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.


      "Often I will spin a tale, never will I charge a fee. I'll amuse you an entire eve, but, alas, you won't remember me. What am I?" - Sloth Demon, Dragon Age: Origins mage origin

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      Quote Originally Posted by Keitorin View Post
      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.
      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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      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.
      EDIT: double spaced some places to make the text a little less scary
      Last edited by Valwen; 06-11-2008 at 07:12 PM.

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