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Dream Pages, Nostalgic's Public Dream Journal
My Public Dream Journal
NostalgicHoney
Joined: Tuesday, July 8th, 2008
Created: Tuesday, July 15th, 2008
Hello. This is where I will post dreams I don't mind sharing with others- I would actually be very pleased if you commented on one of my dreams. I'm more interested in dreams in general but since Dreamviews is very conscious about lucid dreaming I'll try to mention when I have some knowledge of knowing I'm dreaming.
The dreams I post in here probably won't be in order, but I'll try to give a date of when I've had them- I might post some very old dreams on here since I have some scattered, old recordings of all sorts of dreams.
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Purple is for abnormal or complete dream control. This usually happens when I become more physical in a dream, but not always. When I'm curious or want something in specific, it takes one thought and I usually have it. Glitches are usually a form of control because it takes a conscious thought.
I think Dark Orchid will be a good color for lucid dreams, or if I'm close to realizing I'm dreaming.
I will use Navy for dreams that are more of an intense thought process. These dreams are usually described in my mind and images come in flashes.
Additional information usually made in the same post as a dream will be made Sienna.
I'll usually make either the clearer thoughts in my dreams from dream characters or myself italic.
Glitching is similar or the same as teleporting. It either goes to another dream, or another place in the dream. I tend to use/do it when I'm uncomfortable, bored, or when my mind wanders for a moment. I'll make these bold since it might come up a lot.
I'll also bold the text when I've waken up for more than a couple seconds.
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Dream Pages - Alligator Ancient
Off the side of a cement street is a two story house. Cream yellow with a taste of familiar. Behind the house is a beach, small and close, strange fences on either side. The sand is soft, the water murky. Green. In the water lives 'an Alligator. He's not truely 'an Alligator, but we'll talk about that later.
People here love the water but it isn't their territory. They were rightly frightened by the creature lurking below the depths. Despite being scared they would wade into the water as a community, invading the ancient's sanctuary, always aware he was near, glaring at them.
He did excercise a new hobbie. He would creep slowly to the edges of the beach where it was darker and try to catch a glimpse of the girl that was different from the others. Sometimes he could spot her passing by a window. Sometimes she would look out at the other people and sigh. Her appearance seemed to always be shifting but not quite fully changing. Short hair, long- Blonde, brown. And her eyes. Brown, blue, green.
The ancient has gained respect for the girl over the time he watched her. Although she loved what was before her even more then the others she wouldn't enter his sanctuary. Not for her fear, but for her respect for him. She filled her time, trying to replace wants. She could go nowhere else.
It was about the end of the day now. The bell was hit. Like always the people raced for the sand, squealing, not ever wanting to be the last out. As never fails the Alligator ancient followed, roaring, dashing the surfacing water about until he reached the ends of the water. His scaly back so much different then the wet, sleek bodies he chased out every evening. He never fully left the water because there was the plain knowledge that they would gain courage and attack him. He slinked further back into his home, the last light of the sunset glimmering it's reflection on the water.
It was night time now. The girl stood at the sink in front of the window over looking the beach. Putting a glass of water down she gazed out intensely. Should she? No. Don't do it. But she thinks she will only look. She opened the back door that led to the sand, the water. There was no moon, no stars but everything was lightly illuminated. She pauses when she reaches half way and watches. The suspense for her is unbearable, her heart whispering it's excitement to her. He comes, his back and snout appearing. He glides through the water, closer to the edge where he had watched her so many times before. At the same time she walked towards him unconsciously, making it seemed as if she were drawn.
When she was close he rose on human legs. What appeared before her seemed human. Body smoothe, bare. He was a beauty that was alien to this place. Behind him, attached to him was the form of Aligator. It almost looked like it was sewed to to his body, it's head and snout above his head stiffly, uncomfortably. Somehow it was all of him now, whether it has always been so was something different. Although ancient it didn't seem as much as his age as his race. The knowledge. Perhaps he adjusted to time.
The girl was staring at him. She was at the brink of fear, leaning towards awe. She reached out, almost able to touch him and there was a silent permission granted. A visioned nod. He moved without moving. Perhaps she touched him then- It was likely she dared not to. But she did enter the water, becoming heavier, moving closer. What broke the ice isn't remembered. Something (emotion) human. He showed her his home and how it was with no one to shatter it. He showed her how it was to fly under water. She gave him the glimpse of sunlight, unguarded, of stars that were real. She shifted what was, although didn't quite change. It was simple friendship. Fondness.
K.K.O.
December 12th, 2006
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Dream Pages - His Brilliant Mind
He was a great man. He’d been a good child, a decent boy and had become the type of man that could create a change in the world.
He had just graduated high school and he had sent all his letters to any of the contacts he could ever possibly have known or heard of and he waited. Waited…
He’d been accepted. He felt absolutely ecstatic but it’d be the last time he’d ever truly feel that way…
It was an accident.
A terrible, terrible accident.
So now he won’t change anything. I speak sometimes as if he is dead, but that is only because he is only barely living. His mind is trapped in a prison that has no access to the outside world. He is deaf…Mute, blind, with no sense of touch.
Though he cannot say it…I believe he thinks it would have been better, had he been murdered.
K.K.O
February 14th, 2008
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Dream Pages - Red to Grey
I was in a castle- Cliches of old, creepy castles in the middle of a stormy night. I'm on one of the lower floors, talking to N.K.
"I'm going to take you through this," (Diablo) "But we have to figure how much you're going to get." He says.
"Okay," I answer and start talking very fast.
"25," He says at one point.
But after that any time he calculates, the percentage lowers. That's not good, I think.
I'm standing in a room almost made to be circular, a fountain or statue situated in the middle. I'm leaning near a bookcase, looking down on of the two or possible of three doorways. The one I'm looking down is a sort of hall that has an undenible red light filtering through. N.K. is down there but I can't really see anything but his silhouette (dealer'scap). There's sheer curtains or something in the way, beads again. Is that what's making it so red? I'm yearning for a closer contact now, but it's done for now.
I'm disorientated as a man pops through the ceiling above me, as I kick my own shuffling feet. He doesn't actually look like a man; he's slightly transparent in this light and has a sense of ill will about him. His clothes are dark, I can almost feel the sharp teeth he's hiding and his bulging eyes are half filling with blood. A moment later he gives me a feined coy smile, or as fakely coy as it can get with those horrible teeth. He swoops down at me but I duck down, I've already moved to the closer to the fountain. N.K.'s safe where he is but I gotta get out of here. I feel like he's trying to get a better smell me and it sends shivers up my spine. I'll only play with you for awhile, kitty...
I'm outside now, breathless and awed. The sky is beautiful but I can't look at it now, I have a sense of duty and urgency shoving at me. (There's another fountain to the left. I feel like they're land marks, at the end of your mind telling you you're on the right track.) There's a lot of people out here. Or, most of them are still people- They've become deformed but they have all the right feelings. I walk up the hill, walking close to a hunched man who I suppose I know. He looks familiar and I can't help but study his darkly gray skin curiously.
He doesn't look at me but he says we'll find Lilith ahead, soon. I get a sense of comfort from him, it soothes my frazzled nerves. I looked back once we reach the top of the tall hill and see many people standing at the doors of the castle still, watching but not moving.
"They're all cowards," He says gruffly.
When I look in front of me, really look, I realize that everyone in front of me is deformed in some way. The ones at the door were fine. Maybe they want a sort of revenge. I also realize they're all men and suddenly I feel out of place.
"You'll have to be careful," He tells me firmly, "She preys on women."
Well, that was stupid. My brother isn't here but his hand reaches out towards my the back of my left shoulder and pulls me towards the middle of the road. The hunched man says that she might come out of the fields, so I shouldn't stand too close to the edge. It might not be her but I can almost see something creeping in there.
"Think of your birthdate, it'll protect you from her."
I look at him gratefully and think, July 8th 1992, July 8th 1992...
I concentrate as best I can as we walk down the hill. I feel something tug from my belly, sharp but I don't stop. Something crawls up my back but I keep going. My mind begins to get confused, 1892? No, I think hard.
Suddenly I'm way ahead of everyone else and I'm standing in front of a huge fountain, hands over heart. Everything is grey. I look behind me first and see my friends on the hill, but they've stopped moving. They're staring hard. I look in front of me and laying on the edge of the fountain's lip is Lilith. Oh, she's gorgeous, perfect. Why, she looks like she's asleep, I involuntarily think. I move closer to touch her face. Her eyes open and they're a bold beauty that's dangerous. She smiles sweetly but I jerk my hand away a second before her teeth clamp down. The knife is in my hand but it's small. Can I do it?
(There's just a little more to this dream but I have a lot of questions about it and I wasn't sure of the violence. In the ending I have complete control.)
K.K.O.
July 16th, 2008
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Dream Pages - Eligible Bachelor
There's this eligible bachelor in his middle ages around this small town. All the girls practicly swoon when he walks by. For 'the good of the town' he goes with a group of people to the outskirts to help with a patroling system. He's very friendly with the group.
Later on everyone or at least what people are left are a mess. "There's something going on here- Something very wrong." Says a shaken man to anyone who will listen. To one of the girls. However it's the bachelor that answers and tells him he should come with him and get freshened up. They couldn't work in this condition. The shaken man agrees.
The bachelor leads him to the bathroom. Since this whole patroling thing the bachelor has gotten some nasty scabs on his face. He frets over them in the mirror above the sink while the other man splashes some water at his eyes. He petted his nose self-consciously and when he looked up he caught the bacheler looking at him. Staring.
"What?" He asks.
"You have such fine features." The bachelor answers softly.
He was able to thank the other man uncomfortably before the bachelor, with the door still shut behind him, managed to swallow his entire face. The man collasped to the floor and with a smile the bachelor checked over his scabs before he left the bathroom.
K.K.O.
April 5th, 2006
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Dream Pages - Doppleganger
I can't remember everything now.
I was running down the end of the hallway- Ahead is another hall, going either right or left. I see my night terror there, squating, scuttling back and forth. His bald head shines, his large mouth leering. It is what you call a Doppleganger and it's what I've been running from all night. Somehow it got past me. I swing around and hightail it, running even faster than before. I have visions of it scuttling after me with his pale, blank face and huge eyes. It's too close to crawling. There seems to be the easy possibility of running into a deadend and getting caught. Subconsciously I'm aware of which way to take, even while everyhting blurs past. Is it behind me?
I run till I pass the bedroom I was looking for, only stopping when I glimpse the bathroom light. I have a second to catch my bearings. The bathroom is in the mid of the hallway, taking up one side all to itself, while the other side is filled with bedroom doors. I turn around and walk to the first bedroom door where I begin to knock furiously. No answer. I had made friends with a big, strong blonde guy. I had chatted to him from time to time and I had hoped he could help me. Beginning to run back towards the bathroom I see his reflection in a mirror through the cracked door. Surprised, I go in quickly and he looks at me, smiling widely. He says something, but looking at the back of his head, I don't hear him. That's where I see the mistake. In his full set of hair there is a shiny bald spot. This isn't my friend. This is the Doppleganger. I look at it's face and reach discreetly into my side pocket, finding and grabbing the blue handle of the kitchen knife there. I won't win...But I'll try.
I wake up.
K.K.O.
August 24th, 2006
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Dream Pages - City Train Tracks
There's train tracks in a rollercoaster fashion high above a city. On top it holds a huge van, with a cool-hearted stranger at the driver's wheel. I was in the back and he stopped hard on the breaks while turning on a curve- The van jerking, the side back doors flew open. The van tipped and I rolled out the open doors. I held on tight to the metal step-up, the cold night and chilling wind all around me. The city lights twinkled just as brightly below me as the stars in the clear sky above.
It was a considerable time before the stranger tugged me irritably back inside and straightened everything up.
K.K.O.
August 12th, 2006
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Dream Pages - Mother's Love
The weary mother never left her baby's side, less he would die. He was a fragile baby- One that should've already been dead. As it was, he drained the life force from his mother to stay alive. Anytime she had no choice but to leave him, he lost life in sharp, painful bursts- Slowly dying until mother would hurry back and prevent it. Exhausted, she held her baby, smiling weakly, dying herself. "I love you, Nicolas."
K.K.O.
November 28th, 2006
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Dream Pages - Nutricion Is Important
I'm outside my current house. I can't tell whether it's green weather or if it's freezing. The family and the cats are outside. I have a red handled, green taped top broom in my hands, held as a weapon. I can see a serpent rat slinking under a car parked on the side of the road in front of my house. I feel the urge to hit it, but I don't want to scare and make my kitties skitter towards it if I move too fast. "It's okay, babies." I say comfortingly to them and move towards it, ready.
I wake up. Then sleep.
The discovery channel's voice pipes in, "The ameba is a single cell organism..." into my mind but it's saying something completely different.
I see flashes of the serpent rat mating as the voice says, "Male serpent rats, unlike humankind, do not mate for pleasure, but for the nutricion of the female. Females give birth every 12 years..."
I wake up. Then sleep.
There's a beautiful, extremely feminin women sitting in a straight back wooden chair in front of me. She holds herself with almost painful grace. Her platinum hair is streaked by the sunlight, showing off it's full potential- It looks so fair and soft. Her eyes are so lovely that I almost can't notice them, drawn into them so deeply that I can't even reconize the color. She's talking and it occurs to me that she's a serpent rat. She looks nothing like one except for maybe the fact that her cheekbones are high and her face is narrow. It delicately suggests the face of a rat.
"Sometimes the less decent males will even leave the females less than a hundred percent nutritious!" She says, clearly distraught.
Glimpses of images bombarge me, too fast for me to see them and questions of how frequent it should be. Nightly? Weekly? Too much?
I wake up. Then get up.
K.K.O.
December 11th, 2007
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Dream Pages - Spider's Web
The medium sized he-spider stuck two extra sticky places on the magnificent web in front of him, gently taking the beaten women's hands and placing the backs of them tenderly to the web.
Sturdy, it would allow her to rest for two hundred years...After all, he loved her. He just didn't wish her to be happy.
K.K.O.
January-February, 2007