Thread: Dream Pages, Nostalgic's Public Dream Journal

I've never thought too hard on that one before! Thanks, RB. ^^

I was dreaming and in a way I felt fuzzy or unclear. My vision in the dream wasn't bad, it's just like I was wearing glasses that made everything feel fuzzy, if that makes any sense. It feels like one of my dreams...
I was in a city that didn't have a name. It's too surreal for anyone to worry about that. It's too pretty, too perfect anyways. Or it was, but that was bound to happen. Lilith feels like indulging herself and she's taking over the entire city.
Everything is a bit Glitchy as I arrive at the hospital we we heading to (Maybe because I'm thinking very fast and it's hard to hold my place in the dream.). We're getting out of a car and there's another person that I never take the time to look at directly. The hospital is the only thing that's bright.
"It's too late..." He says.
He's right. There's things that look like black statues in the parking lot, in front of the doors to the hospital. There's still light in there but that doesn't mean anything. The faces of the statues are intense but there's so many I can't concentrate long enough to see what the emotions on them are. Most of them are people but some of them aren't.
We hurry back in the car and drive away, across the bridge and my view changes so that I'm in the sky and I can see the entire city below me. I see water, maybe it's imitating New York.
I wake up, then sleep.
The women's house is just about ransacked. She doesn't know what to do anymore, she's tried everything. She's even moved. Twice. But she keeps following her and she hasn't seen her husband in months. When she walks into her front door she knows it's happened again. Her house is filled with so many of those disgusting statues that it's starting to change the shape of the entire place. She stumbles over the fungus on the floor. It's like these things just decide to grow from the wood floor one day. She walks into the kitchen with her grocery bags but she drops them. With her hair as nice as what it use to be, Lilith is standing there. There's a lot of talking and pleading and dramatics.
"I'll let you go..."
"What?" The women asks, shocked.
"If you can get the two front teeth from my pet without getting bitten. There's only one way to do it." She finishes, smiling as if it was a secret bet between two football players.
The women sighs but she can't take this anymore. She looks at the slimy little pig-dog crouching loyally. Oh, yeah, right, she thinks. Look at those suckers, they're practically touching it's chin. She doesn't say it, but I feel it. Bitch.
She smiles and coos at the pig-dog like it's the most cutest puppy she's ever seen.
"Aww! What a cute little baby. Want me to rub your tummy? Yes? Yeees? Aww, come here, honey, roll over." She says, reaching her hand over and touching it's shoulder. It's just as gross as it looks. She pets it and coos some more until it kind of flops over. Moments later I'm sure she shoves her hands in it's mouth because eventually she's triumphant...And Lilith is a little miffed.
I wake up, then sleep.
I'm in front of the sink with Ring and he's washing the dishes. He tells me he wishes he had more family here. "A.S. should move somewhere on the B.P." He says. I don't really like that idea, obviously but I let him keep talking. "I also want Grandma to come here, but she won't come here unless he's here, too."
I try to smile. Damn.
I wake up.

K.K.O.
July 19th, 2008

That dream reminds me of the rooftop confrontation between the Ghostbusters and Gozer. Something about the statues, pig dogs, and the woman.

Ooh, I just saw the statue of liberty picture, too. Definitely Ghostbusters

Lmao xP That's so awesome!
Would you like a pig-dog for Christmas?

I saw an older couple walking their pot bellied pig on a bike trail the other day with all the other dogs. The thing must have weighed 300 pounds, and was eating everthing in sight. A dog would walk by something, and stop to sniff it. Then the pig would stop too, and eat it. Gross.

That isn't something you see every day!

This dream was located under my Grampa's house in Maryland. It wasn't quite like a sewer, but it had the sort of gray cement they would use. It was more like a complicated prision with no windows. It's easy to get lost or mistake most places for the one right around the next hall. There's a group of people that were together before the incident of getting caught. The pawns of the superior women have taken charge of them and split them all apart. They took the particularly frail girl from the group and gave her her own cell. I can visualize it and I can sense her intense imagination. She's thinking so hard it hurts but if she doesn't she'll waste away. Maybe she's claustrophobic, but she's imagining so hard that she sees a window and beyond it the sea. That's where the next dream is, but not yet.
There's fighting even farther below. He's a hulk of a man but he can't stand up to the amazing group surrounding him. They have magic. Or no, they don't, but that mage in command does. He's beaten, and his form is changed to a boar.
They're hot, sweaty and dirty. And oh so tired. But the rest of the group pushes on. They've escaped and they're gonna gather the rest of the force. There is about four of them now. They come across they're boar-friend, lying on the floor. One of them reconizes who it is, but there is nothing they can do for him. They keep going.
They find her and gather her quickly. She's pregnant and the child is a pig.
"Of 'course," says another women in the group, "That is what it's father is now, after all."

I've glitched the dream so now I am in it. I'm suppose to escape, too, but I can't rush this or I won't go anywhere. I feel my brother beside me but it'll take him a minute to actually appear. I step down a couple steps into a shop that branches from the prision below my grandfather's house. To the left is a counter and a women with a large bandana around her head and large hoop earings is behind it. She's elderly, but hawkish. I look around the tiny shop and the first thing I notice in front of me is windchimes. Beautiful and suddenly I hear the sound of the sea. There's a door at the end of her tiny shop, leading outside but I'm not ready yet. Later. I look at her shop placidly. My brother wants to hurry but I send a calming vibe at him. Not yet. I look at the wooden trinkets and the crystals. I smile at the woman and ask a question or two. Oh, just casual business.

I glitch. I'm outside my grandfather's home, jogging towards the road. My brother is waiting. "Come on! Hurry!" I see him, but I also see the pawns lottering the slopey yard. They look human but I sense the steal underneath. My thoughts move faster and I fret that I don't run that fast, or that I can't do it for that long. I almost become lucid at that point, because subconsciously I know I can run faster than ever and I can run as long as I need to. I run to my brother's side and I know now that we'll be okay and I can protect him. A pawn's hand brushes my side and I can feel myself laugh inside. It's so exciting.

I glitch. The sounds of the ocean is roaring in my ears but I can't see it yet. I'll have to climb these incredibly green and oddly, sharply shaped hills, almost mountains to get there. Oh, I feel good. But in such a feirce, tearing way. I'm climbing, scrambling up. My uncle and his children are somewhere in the dream. They want to visit the beach too but I'm ahead of them and everyone else. I climb the last slope and see the edge ahead of me is laced with rocks. I lean against them and peek over. It has a rediculous, almost straightly steep slope down. There's sand way below and beyond is the ocean. The sky is so far, far away in a way that you can't even see where it either ends or comes together. I tumble over and begin to let myself slide down.

K.K.O.
July 24th, 2008

We've been kidnapped. A little girl, another teenager and myself. There's a man that I think we all know. He's upset at us because we promised him something but we never came through. My memories are very vague and now I wonder if I'm really the person in the body that I'm in. It could be shared because I don't reconize these girls. He's ushered us into the sleek, black car he has. I don't know by what measure but it doesn't look unusual to anyone else around us. Natural. He takes us places and he pretends to smile even though he's so incredibly pissed. In the long run he's going to do something stupid, crazy to us. I'm going to have to get these girls safe before then. He drives slowly into a park that mimics slightly the kind of parking levels in big airports.
He parks and he lets us out for some fresh air. Another car drives by us and I reconize the driver. He was a good teacher of mines and he's driving with a beautiful blonde woman that may or may not be his wife. When he parks I call out to him, "Mr. L! Dr. L, I need your help!"
Dr. L and the woman steps out of the red, convertable car. The woman is wearing huge sunglasses and she has model lips. She smiles serenely down at us. Dr. L calls down to me, to tell me that his name isn't Dr. L anymore. The woman tells me her name is Mrs. Whittle. In a way, it's Dr. L's refusal to help, as a moment later he drives away. The kidnapping man doesn't know what we're doing yet, but I better take advantage of my time. Dr. L had been dropping off the women so she could get her own mini van. She's clicking her way over to the dark blue/green van when I sidle over. The girls wait for me.
"Excuse me, please, I need your help..." I tell her and she looks at me with a patient smile.
I tell her my situation and ask her if she could give us a ride.
"Of 'course, hop in!" She says, clearly effected and sympathetic about our situation.
The girls hurry over, but following them in the man. He's coming up behind me and I can feel the kitchen bread knife in his hand. He's gonna slit that woman's throat.
That's not fair, my mind hisses.
The knife I pull out is dull, but it works fine as it catches the one swiveling down. I gasp and the woman realizes what's happening. They crowd in to help me and suddenly it's almost like they're all a part of me, I can feel each one of them with my senses. I know what each one of them are doing, feel every movement. I use all concentration to keep his arm in place. It'll hurt if he hurts them. I use a vibe to make them back away from him. I can do it. The knives are gone, or if they aren't they're useless now. His head is in my hands and I'm using the car to bash him until he stops moving. I drop him, limply. I don't look at the girls, or at the man on the ground but they're safe now.
I glitch. I'm in a yellow bus and the man is there, standing at the bus drivers seat and blocking the door out. This is past information. There's children in the back and a dog. There's a woman in the ile to the front and she falls back. The man lifts his head back and there's lightning in his eyes. I hear the howl of wolves outside and I realize he's calling something. It's coming closer. He looks down at the woman and it smells like rape. I'll share. But not if I don't watch, it can't if I don't see it and so I glitch out again.

K.K.O.
July 25th, 2008

Originally Posted by NostalgicHoney

The girls hurry over, but following them in the man. He's coming up behind me and I can feel the kitchen bread knife in his hand. He's gonna slit that woman's throat.
That's not fair, my mind hisses.
The knife I pull out is dull, but it works fine as it catches the one swiveling down. I gasp and the woman realizes what's happening. They crowd in to help me and suddenly it's almost like they're all a part of me, I can feel each one of them with my senses. I know what each one of them are doing, feel every movement.

Nice job kicking that jerk's butt. What an amazing point of view, being able to feel multiple bodies at once. A protector who has a link to, and can sense the ones she is trying to protect. That's a neat concept.

Thanks, I almost feel bad for having to do that to the guy, but he kinda asked for it. >.>;
I've had that feeling before, where I'm linked to DCs and I can feel what they feel...But I think that's my new record amount of people at the same time! I'm also sending a lot more vibes and thoughts to people in my dreams than I have before- I don't know what's up with that.

There's a dream before this that I won't put here.
I wake up, then sleep.
There's a large, beautiful wooden ship with white flags. Despite the huge size there seems to be only one family. They're close to land now, they're about to pull up.
I glitch it forward to see what they're up to. They've made a grass shack, with all their belongings hanging up randomly, crushed to the floor in the eagerness to get everything they own away from water. There's a father, mother and 3 or 4 small children in this one. I can only hear their breathing and I think that maybe if there is any one else on this piece of land they are far away. It is night time now and they are all sleeping.
There is a soft shuffling and the father jerks up on one elbow.
"What is that?" He asks sharply.
"It is most likely a scorpian, poppy..." Answers his wife sleepily, moving to get more comfortable.
"Scorpians do not open doors." The man says and gets up slowly, all his hard earned muscels bunching, working to move his body quickly, strongly. His back is hunched and he squints as his eyes adjust to the dark.
Something rediculously long shoots in through the doorway, grabbing fast and fiercly a child sleeping soundly. He shrieks as he's dragged, banging against the door on the way out.
"Sentemente, sentemente!" The man cries roughly as he rushes out the door. The whole family is awake now but the woman cries for them all to stay inside as she follows him.
There's a round pool of murky water not far away that the man is trying to get to but he can't currently get any closer. There's a snake that rocks erraticly, drunkenly from the hole he has lifted his head from, in front of the man.
"Damn these american snakes, you cannot grab them by the neck!" He growls and with a club of wood smashes it down and begins to run again. There's another snake in the water, incredibly huge and it's holding stiff at attention, waiting for something. The woman watches in horror as one of her other children tackle into the same water on the other side. She cries out and grabs onto her husband as he tries to dive in.
"No!" She screams.
"I have to. That is our little boy and if I don't go now he will die." He says in a voice telling a hard fact. The water bubbles where the snake has gone into the water. She is forced to let go as he jumps in, his dagger in hand. The woman sobs uncontrollably. I can see the man and I feel his arm wrapping around the snake's neck. American snakes. I gasp and lend him my vision, showing him where to cut, where to stab. I'm not there but I reach out for the woman.
The child slowly crawls out of the water.

K.K.O.
August 5th, 2008

Water snakes freak me out. That's an intense dream.

Kinda depends on how you look at it- Anything that crawls and moves too fast gives me the creeps if I don't think about it! But from this cutie's point of few, it only wanted breakfast!
Hehe.

I've been keeping most of my dreams in the book lately, or letting them go. But not to worry, I'm still around.

I tried my first Wild last night. I was laying (Foetus, left side) there wondering what I was waiting for when I heard growling (probably snoring) and it felt like I lost circulation in my left arm. When SP hit my entire body, I felt my stomach drop from shock and I could feel an intense tingling.

Listening to my breathing made me feel uncomfortable. It felt constricted (illogical fear) and I had to remind myself to keep breathing normally. The hardest part of me to get comfortable was my eyes, as if my eyelids wouldn't close properly. The only other bodily issue I had was this involuntary need to swallow. I couldn't avoid it and it seemed to slow my process. Each time felt like trying to swallow a horse pill when your throat is sore.

I didn't have an exact plan of how I was going to keep myself awake. I was trying three. Concentrating on breathing wouldn't let me relax and concentrating on the two or three songs I had running in my mind seemed easier than thinking about my goal. I just wasn't doing this part right. I didn't do any planning before this one, but I should next time.

I couldn't get past SP. When my mind drifted I felt more along the lines of vibrations and intense excitement again but I couldn't let go. I felt close a few times. I was starting to get impatient though, not being able to find the right place in my mind. I told myself that wasn't going to help relax so I concentrated on the vibrations in my body (starting with left arm) and tried to drag it through the rest of my body slowly. Trouble with the legs. The girl I share the room with began to toss, turn and snore though and it made me frustrated. I don't know why I couldn't tune it out and for the numerous time I began to feel trapped. It felt like I'd been trying for two hours though it was probably only close to one. I broke SP (that felt extremely odd) and layed on my back.

It felt like my body was going to go back to sleep and I considered trying again. I drowned that suggestion- I needed more of a plan and a regroup. I let myself pass out (unsure of the position, I woke up on my right side though).

I remembered two dreams upon waking, but I was startled awake (I haven't hit anybody when they've waken me up in awhile, but that might be because no one comes near me anymore ) and they weren't what I wanted so I let them go.

Oh...I don't hit people on purpose when they wake me up. That's sort of involuntary.

Hum, awkward for some reason. >.<

K.K.O.
August 20th, 2008

That sounds like a great WILD attempt. You were so close!

I share all the same frustrations you felt. There are so many distractions with heartbeat, breathing, vibrations, outside noises. Thats why I like to do meditations and visualizations that distract me from my real body, but keep me conscious.

Thanks, RB, think I needed the encouragement! That sounds like a neat idea! I haven't learnt how to meditate but some mind games might be helpful. What I don't exactly get is am I suppose to wait for something to happen? I could try the roll and stand up thing except unless my body wasn't completely asleep then it seems like I could break the SP.

I remember the beginning. There was a graveyard and a lot of people were there, desperately going down the rows (sunset time), digging at the fresh graves with their hands. They weren’t regular graves, though. Instead of fresh dirt on the ground, there was something that looked like stone, as if most of the gravestones were long and flat or had an addition. Anyway, most of them didn’t have a problem getting through. It wasn’t obvious what they were doing until you began to see dozens of people incased in clear plastic bags, raising erratically into an upright position in their graves. The people helped them tear the plastic away from their faces, watching them gasp desperately for air. Someone must’ve buried them like that alive.
I might’ve taken the first step but my friend was right beside me. It was a girl with caramel skin, gleaming teeth and big frizzy hair. We ran further ahead, trying to find a certain gravestone. She says that some of these people might die before we get them as I bend over a couple of small graves bunched together. These graves are old though and I can’t move the stone. Some people are starting to burst out of their graves now themselves- As if hearing all these people coming gave them the extra strength they needed.
I glitch and I’m walking in a sort of airport (because the hallways seemed longer than they did wide- like a mall except shops wouldn’t have been as huge and in some places you could almost sense a bunch of windows). There are these little green flashes, kind of like the sort of neon you get from arcades. I’m with that friend and a group of others now. It feels like I know them and I don’t think it’s me in the dream and that I’m just playing someone else. Everything has a dim, funny hue and it feels like we’re going up pretty rapidly, even though we only go up marble stairs every once and awhile.
“Where are we going?” I ask and I realize I feel a little off-kilter and frantic.
“Don’t know.” One of the guys’ answers (I get the impression of 5 people- 6 including me).
Some of them begin leaving, going back. It seems like the further we go, the less people there are, even if they were heading this way, too. My friend Caramel seems to warp suddenly at some point, while I’m asking her questions. She snaps some comment and when she looks at me she’s not the same. Her eyes have a hint of red, like she popped a vessel. The hue of everything around us changes and it’s greener. The last people leave and one of them tell me to be careful that I don’t change, too. It’s just Caramel and I. She talks to me still but it’s all challenge.
She stops and waits at the top of some stairs as I walk down (not up this time) and it’s not quite the airport anymore. There are leaves, brown from fall flickering across the cobblestone. There are vines that curl around some stone structures, dead from the cold. It’s gotten darker. I walk to the right and walk into this garden structure. It was painted white once but the paint is now faded and chipped. Inside is a sort of sundial and I bend down and begin to turn the knob to a certain spot or number. A green substance bursts out, but it’s more vivid than the color of the things around me now. It shoves past me and out the structure; it goes across the front of the stairs and keeps going. I hear scraping and I figure that that a door has opened. It makes my heart pump and I move out, looking at Caramel. She’s pleased, I think. She runs ahead and turns to the right further than the structure I was in, calling encouraging profanity at me. I follow her and the large black metal gates that were hidden by dead plants and had sounded like stone when they had first opened, shut closed with a sharp clang. The green substance bursts through the holes in the gate, shoving an inch by my head and lighting Caramel’s face with an eerily green light- She’s grinning. I’m trying to get out as the world beneath my feet shakes, I don’t want to go any farther and I feel like I have to fix this. Everything is even greener now. For a split second the gates disappear and it’s all brick. I feel trapped. There’s another step after this, another stage that makes the other side open and I get a dim view of what it might look like. I realize that it’s probably freezing, but I don’t seem to notice right then. I break out of the gates (that appear) and I do something drastic that makes Caramel pissed at me, maybe because I’m never any fun, but I can’t really remember.

K.K.O
October 3rd, 2008

I haven't stopped dreaming, but I've been off this site for awhile, seems like I've been busy! That seems to be the only dream I have typed down...

So, how has everyone been?

Originally Posted by NostalgicHoney

Some people are starting to burst out of their graves now themselves- As if hearing all these people coming gave them the extra strength they needed.

Alright, that's terrifying.

There are these little green flashes, kind of like the sort of neon you get from arcades.

That reminds me of the aquarium I was at yesterday. They had a dark room with those fish who have light up green cheeks. You saw them swimming all around you in the darkness. The only thing you could see was the glowing green lights darting around like fireflies. Very surreal.

Everything is even greener now.

Whats with all the green? Were you doing something related recently? Sleep with one of those green glow sticks, or something? Or do you think it possibly has a deeper meaning?

Originally Posted by NostalgicHoney

I haven't stopped dreaming, but I've been off this site for awhile, seems like I've been busy! That seems to be the only dream I have typed down...

So, how has everyone been?

We've missed you. I've been crazy busy too. Only, in my case, I've barely had time to dream. I still have decent recall, but my dreams are boring and non-lucid.

Hehe, I guess sometimes a little morbidity finds it's way into a dream. ^^;
I love aquariums, if just for the way they look. That sounds like a great experience! I remember going to a sort of aquatic animal park at one point, but it was when I was still a littlie.
I don't know why the dream was so keen on that color. I can't recall anything outstandingly important about it, though having that color in the dream certainly set the feel. What I mean by that is that just by changing the intensity of the hue it could change the feel between natural and supernatural or ancient and ultra urban. Does that color in particular make you think of anything? Your interpretations could bring on some depth.
My dream recall is still pretty alright, although not as good as usual because I don't make the effort to remember most of them through the day. I've been concentrating more on school and I think it makes it so the stories in the dreams lose some sense!

It was like a castle, in the way that the place was so big. The man lived there, him and his peculiar servants. The house had a lot of windows. His new bride had just moved in with him and she was blonde and beautiful. She has some peculiarities of her own but he doesn’t mind (There’s a flash of symbols and of the numerous cats in the house).
Her husband has some duties he has to get to and so he leaves their home for a while, rushing through the horrible weather. The sound of hail hitting the pavement and wind beating furiously against the building creates a sort of soft, dangerous music in the background.
Shortly after he leaves there is a steady knock on the door. When she opens the door there is another man standing in the hailstorm and it seems he has some business with her husband. He says he’s willing to wait and so she invites him in for a candlelight dinner for two. It looks unintentionally romantic.
My view changes and it’s as if I’m standing beside this woman in another building. I realize that the huge house the couple lives in, as big as it is, has two other buildings surrounding it. I also see that all the windows are aligned so that you can see through the other building’s windows through this one’s. It’s very useful for spying. I’m not actually there, but watching the spying woman. She has flowing dark hair, flashing eyes and red, red lips. She’s beautiful and I get the sense that she’s older than how she looks. Around her feet are different sorts of cats that nudge against the windowsill.
The man had been talking to the bride in low, convincing tones over supper and finally she concedes to his wishes. Somehow it includes the rearrangement and redecoration of the house. The man leaves but there’s an impression that he’s actually hiding somewhere. Maybe he wasn’t truly well intentioned.
The bride’s husband finally comes home and appears shocked at the changes in the house and also a little suspicious. It doesn’t really seem like his wife’s tastes and she hadn’t mentioned anything beforehand. He’s distracted though, because his bride begins to rip through the house, room by room. He follows quickly behind and soon they are on one of the higher levels of the house, where nothing has been done to alter the look of it.
Some of the beds in the rooms are a little mussed up. She walks into a room and there’s a huge window to one side, half covered with dark fabric. Her husband is radiating questions at her but she whispers in a way that quiets him to get on the bed and creeps to the window. She avoids letting the light touch her skin as she slips the fabric over the rest of the window. The room is dark except for the slight glimmer of the dark red and rosy pink drapes over the windowpanes and the dark oak door they had come in was locked. She gets the sense that her husband finds the locks and dark confining. She comforts him by telling him it’s actually quite freeing for them and that it makes everything secure. She climbs in next to his form on the bed and wraps her arms around him and sighing, sags wearily against his solid body. Safe.
The dark haired woman squints hard through the windows and the cats meow but she can’t see a thing.

K.K.O
October 27th, 2008

Something about the atmosphere of that dream makes me think of vampires. What was that Stephen King movie about the vampire cat creatures? Sleepwalkers?

How appropriate

It did sort of remind me of the kind of old-tale witches that hunted instead of were hunted, but that's just because of the spying woman!
I've never seen that movie, but it sounds interesting.