A Note About the Format
At the top of every post is the day. This is followed by the night's dreams. Each dream is titled, and if it's lucid the number is given. Following that is the dream's number, those recalled from my start date of November 11, 2007. Finally is a rating, based upon the scale used in the U.S. "G" means it's a decent dream with nothing bad. "PG" means it's mostly decent with the occasional naughty scene. "PG-13" is something that the faint of heart may want to avoid or young people may not want to witness. "TV-MA" should be avoided unless you're mature, since there are lots of inappropriate content. If there are any "R" dreams, prepare yourself for some nasty crap.
Separating dreams is a series of 20 equal signs.
Friday, June 13, 2008
Unpossessed
Lucid dream #14
Dream #261
Rating: G
I find myself in the darkness of my closed eyes, spinning wildly. Used to the spinning sensation, I don't feel concerned. One of my goals is trying to become Borg, and despite my effort to become assimilated, I can't make the transformation.
Instead, I get out of my bed. There is a mirror in my living room, which many people seem to dread. Walking by, I make only a brief notice of the slightly elongated head in the reflection. Although trying to open the door, my left hand forms a fist and instead goes through the door. I fade to "eyelid black" (my term for the darkness of closed eyes) but quickly recover. With it being nighttime, I try to conjure up light but it does not work. Opening the door with my right hand, I walk down my stairs and outside.
It has recently rained, because the environment is wet. Looking for something to do, I decide to accomplish one of my goals and attempt a possession. There is someone riding a bike down the street, a black-haired boy of about eighteen riding in circles. I approach him and repeatedly say things that will convince him to let me close. I reach my hand out to touch his shoulder, and I have a black glove on. The attempts fail and the dream ends.
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Lady of the Lake
Dream #262
Rating: G
With it being the end of the school year, I am concerned about staying in touch with some of my friends. One of them is a girl named Christine. I thought about her falling asleep and the thought was incubated.
In front of her locker on the fifth floor, where we usually exchange a hug before the school day begins, is a table similar to the ones in my local library. She is sitting there, writing contact information. It takes a long time, and even after the bell rings, she continues.
Now I am in my physics class, five classes later. I am looking over a lake with a dock. I see her briefly on a boat but she disappears.
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Keyboard Pageant
Lucid dream #15
Dream #263
Rating: PG-13
In my advanced algebra class, a friend of mine has brought an electric keyboard instrument, interesting because I own one of those. It is passed to me. The keyboard looks nearly identical to the keyboard symbol Windows XP uses. The darned thing, no matter what, will not stop playing sounds. Upon noticing the weird design, I go lucid.
Looking out the doorway, I see another class and want to throw it into the room - it's a dream, I can do anything. But something prevents me from throwing, so I decide to instead kick it. My foot hits it lightly, but the keyboard flies in the air. It lands on the head of an unrecognizable boy, then bounces to Mike, a nearby boy. Then it flies to the other side of the room and impacts the head of Lyle. These two are class clowns, funny but annoying. It bounces off the head and lands behind the teacher's desk, in front of Lyle's seat.
Then it becomes eyelid black. I check my dreaming status by plugging my nose and to my happiness, I can still breathe! Opening my eyes, it is a transition to a new scene. Now I have in my hands a magazine about a beauty pageant, which forms into the actual scene. Four girls are left in the final competition. Supposedly they are all from the Top 10 of my school's grades, but I only recognize two of them: Carrie, wearing a gold dress with a slit that goes to her waist, and Thi, with the same style but in red.
The four formulate a plan to sit down and display their panties. First up is the unknown girl on the far right. She sits down in such a position that her knees are bent and her legs upwards. She pulls down the gray pants she wears. Because of this posture, her white panties are very visible. My perverted a** zooms in on the visual and tries to get a feel. A shift of characters, and now I'm the one with the pants down (actually, my sweatpants that I wear to bed when it's cold), trying to lift them up.
The dream begins to fade, and once again it's eyelid black. A nose plug test tells me that I'm still asleep. I attempt my Dream Stability Jutsu (inspired by Naruto) but don't do any hand signs. Nevertheless, a scene re-emerges, but now everything is in a cartoon form. Carrie is on stage, but she does not drop her trousers. Thi, off stage, is passed. Finally, one of the "girls" is wearing nothing but her reddish-pink underwear, but she has the groin bulge of a man. An announcer calls out, "Put some clothes on!" The undies fall to her ankles and there now can be seen an anatomically incorrect rendition of male genitalia.
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What's Under Here
Dream #264
Rating: PG-13
There's a senior in my high school advanced algebra class who yesterday wore a short skirt, so short that there was barely enough of a shadowing effect to obscure her midsection when she sat. This dream is obviously inspired by that.
In the local Dollar General, this girl is standing. Maybe I'm crouching or she's abnormally tall, but for some reason I'm just a little above her knees in height. A part of her skirt is wrinkled and short. I state I'm going to "pull it down for her", but that is not my first goal. I actually lift the part up and see she chose blue. Fearing retribution, I lower the part of her skirt.
No reaction comes out of her, just a quick glance before looking away. Seeing the opportunity, I lift more of the skirt and get a good look at the undergarment, before the dream comes to an end.
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Note: this is an above average night. I track and compare my progress by weeks and this record of two lucid dreams in a night has made a three-way tie of most in a week. This is tied with the week of February 10, 2008 and March 23, 2008. It's also rare for me to recall more than two dreams per night, so this is a good improvement.
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