Thread: The New Delphinus Dream Journal

I got lucid last night, and decided to put the Mars/Ares battle off until March...

Instead, I took on the Lernaean Hydra.

After becoming lucid, I got a solid shield and a sharp sword. I teleported to where the Hydra was. I came to a swamp.

Into The Swamp
Darkness. A comfort and a curse... For now, a curse. Our hero took out a torch, and held it high. What was reveled to him was a marvel of nature's power. A swamp, and a canopy of trees over head. So dense no light could pierce it. The swamp was shallow, but dark. The trees were wild and twisted. The water around our hero was empty, no creature dared to live in this cursed area. The trees themselves seemed to sway away from whatever evil rested here. Following the long path of water and wood, our hero waded forward.


Knee-deep in Muck
As he moved his way forward, the trees separated. In front of him was a cave. Not a cave of stone, but of trees. As if the evil inside made the trees grow to it's will. A large opening, still filled with water, was in front of the cave. He edged closer. The torch showed him what he needed to see, glowing green eyes. The torch gave the eyes what they needed to see, their next meal. The hero looked forward, scared. The eyes grew bigger as they came closer. Out of the cave came a beast. With the beast came a smell. A smell more foul than the hero had met before. A smell of poison. The beast came out slowly... Its large eyes gleaming, and its giant fangs showed. Before him stood a giant monstrosity. Three heads, six eyes, infinite teeth. Hydra.


First Blood
The beast was quick, a head shot toward the hero, the hero was quicker. He raised his sword in defense, a dreadful move. The sword pierced the monster's neck, dropping a head to the water. The monster reeled backward. A shriek came from its powerful lungs. Enough to bring any normal man to his knees. But this was no normal man. He saw the neck divide, and turn to two heads. Knowing he had to cauterize the necks as the heads dropped, he knew his torch wouldn't last the four heads. He looked to the trees. Running along the bases, he lit many of the trees on fire, praying that it would spread. He finished this by throwing the torch up toward the leaves. He heard the monster screaming behind him. He hoped it had grown scared.

It had grown differently. He turned to see that the monster had been clawing at its own heads while he was burning the trees. It had made a horrible mess of things. The creature's heads were now nearing the fifties. The hero was demoralized... He was delighted to see the fire spreading, but the multitude of heads was devastating. What was worse, it was ready to kill. The Hydra turned to the hero, teeth bared, and charged.

With shield up, the hero felt a thousand strikes against it. But his footing was good. He pushed out with his shield, and brought his blade down. Two splashes. He kicked the necks toward the trees, and saw them burn. Finally, progress.

Taste of Bronze
Our hero then began his work. Divine and marvelous as it was. The Hydra was hungry, and would not give up. But the hero was skilled, and gave the Hydra only the taste of his shield and his sword. And finally, ash.

He worked quickly and wise. But the creature grew smarter as the hero grew more tired.

Only three heads left. Those six emerald eyes. They waited. No longer smashing into the hero's shield. The hero knew he had to make the next move. He moved closer. The water lapping against his legs. Closer. His heart pounding. Closer. He felt his foot against one of the fallen necks. Closer. And a genius plan came to mind. Close enough. He ducked down, grabbing two of the mighty necks, and ran toward the creature with all his might. He dodged a incoming mouth of razors, and tied two the remaining heads together with the necks. The monster struggled with the knot, and the third head turned toward him. With the swing of his sword, and another familiar splash, he got rid of it. The neck fell into the flames. Standing on the back of the beast he turned. The heads were free now. They attacked.

The hero was fast, and stopped an attack. But not fast enough. The second head bit hardly into his shoulder. The pain exploded throughout his body. The Hydra's poison was fast. But the hero's blade was faster. With a single swipe, the two heads left the monster. He burned them shut.

He could feel the monster die. He could feel himself die. He walked toward the shore. The water lapping against his legs. He dropped his sword and his shield. He was tired. The embers fell down around him. The heat made him strong. He laid down on the shore. He was tired. His mission was done.


A little information...
The Hydra has a poisonous bite, and it's blood is also poisonous. Heracles killed the Hydra in a similar way, he had his nephew burn shut the stumps of the necks after he had ripped the heads off.

Very epic, Delphin! I was cringing in my seat when you were describing the hydra's stench and the way it "splashed" when it had it's heads...removed. Eep!

What kinds of tricks did you use to incubate such an eipc dream? Did you just, generally know you wanted to battle a hydra? Rehearse it beforehand in your mind? Read about it before bed? I love dreams like this, great job

Originally Posted by Robot_Butler

What kinds of tricks did you use to incubate such an eipc dream? Did you just, generally know you wanted to battle a hydra? Rehearse it beforehand in your mind? Read about it before bed? I love dreams like this, great job

Ohh... I forgot to mention that in this journal...

It's my own personal task... To battle many, if not all of the monsters and gods of Greek and Roman mythology.

Hydra was first on the list. And I read all about it a few hours before sleep. (It was a lucid if you didn't notice.)

Have you ever played the video game called Titan's Quest? It was recommended to me because one of the characters you can be is a Dream Master or something, and there is a spell called Lucid Dreaming. It is all set in ancient mythology, from Greece to Egypt, to China. Very cool game you may be interested in. I guess it was popular a couple years back.

Yes, I've heard of it, I wanted to get it, but my computer wouldn't be able to run it.

I still haven't played it... And I never really got into God of War.

Also, any suggestions from anyone on who to fight would be appreciated.

Upon becoming lucid, I got the same shield and sword. This time, I took a spear too. I teleported to where the Medusa was.

The Temple Of Stone
The sun was bright. Its strong beams illuminated everything. In front of our hero stood a grand temple. A granite temple. White as it was, it shone more brilliant in the sun. Near blinding. Our hero raised his arm to shield his eyes. He walked on. The few trees around him were empty. No birds. No ants. Nothing. Soon he reached the temple, tall and glorious. The gates were open, the temple was abandoned. He walked inside. A single spider crawled down the wall. Brave. Our hero heard a horrible scream from inside. He felt no fear. It was not the scream of a man or a woman. It was unnatural. He knew he was in the right place. He placed his spear against the wall. Tightened his armor. Unsheathed his sword. Took his spear up, and entered the main room.


What awaited him there, was horrifyingly beautiful. A woman in some means, a beautiful face. But a monster in all others. A head covered in snakes. That's all he could see. The creature looked immediately at him. Before he could react, the creature looked him in the eyes. He felt nothing. His legs would not move. He arms were still. He knew what had happened. He could not see. He could not breathe. He was stone.

But then, fair Chronos smiled upon him.* He was back in the main room.


A Second Chance
A spider crawled down the wall. Brave. The hero knew he could not rely on his own strength to resist the Medusa's glare. He rested his spear against the wall. He unsheathed his sword. He dragged the blade across his eyes. Blind. That is how he would fight. He sheathed his sword, grabbed his spear, and was filled with a new vigor.

He had to move slowly... Putting his spear out in front of him, he felt the entrance to the main room. Slowly he continued. He made his way to the center of the room. The glare of the Medusa was so strong, he could feel it without seeing it. He heard the beast shriek. He swung his spear around toward the sound. He felt it strike. The monster made a noise, and backed away. The hero stood his ground. He took his spear, and swung it in a circle around him. He moved it quickly. The Medusa would not be able to get close to him. Silence.

Still spinning, the hero thought of his next move. They were at a standstill. He could not see the Medusa. The Medusa could not get close. He still felt the eyes upon him. He knew the beast was still here. Still thinking of what to do.

Then, pain. His legs felt teeth in one, and claws in the other. The hero lashed out against whatever invisible force had harmed him. His hands closed around its neck. The Medusa would not give up that easily. Her claws dug deep into the hero's arms. But his hands stayed strong. The Medusa's hair came to her aid. A thousand snake bits entered the hero's hands. He had to let go.

The Medusa screamed as it moved away. They both stood there. Injured.

The hero dropped to his knees. He felt blood pour out of his legs. He had to be quick. He felt the blood pouring from his arms and hands. He knew what to do.

He heard a scream, and heard the beast slither toward him. He lifted his arm. His other stayed down. The raised arm felt the monster. His lowered arm felt his spear. Pushing deep into her chest, the hero drove his spear into a cold heart. Getting his sword, he felt the Medusa's neck. He brought the blade down. The creature made no sound. The feeling of her glare had left.

He felt a handful of dead snakes. Lifting the head high in triumph, our tired hero let out a yell.

* Chronos really had nothing to do with it... I tried to keep to the Grecian style of writing. I really just rewound time to where I had been safe.

Wowch. I guess the rest of her isn't pretty anymore either. I really liked how in the narrative you repeated the part about the spider because it made even the little details striking.
You have got to be sore when you wake up in the morning!

With all these dreams, Del, I am forced to assume you're a god of some sort.

I suggest the minotaur next.

Upon becoming lucid, I took up my sword, shield, and spear. I went to find Ares.

A Sea Or Bronze
Our hero comes over a ridge. In front of him is a devastating sight. A thousand thousand soldiers. Numbers insurmountable by any army. And one man dares to take it by himself. Brave and foolish. The soldiers were already in formation. The phalanx is near impenetrable with many men, and impossible with just one. The fool meant to test that.

He stood. The soldiers saw. He saw movement among them. Then heard a straining noise... He braced himself. Then came the sound. A sound like an explosion. He looked up. Several thousand arrows. He could not see the sky. Only black. He raised his shield. He felt each one hit his shield, and thanked the gods that he didn't feel them anywhere else. They hit the ground around him. Wooden grass. When he felt no more, he peeked from under it. No arrows.

Running forward, he saw the soldiers tense up. He ran. The soldiers raised their shields. He ran faster. The soldiers brought their spears down. He was almost there, faster. The soldiers let out a giant yell. Our hero met their shout with one stronger than their own. He plunged his spear into the ground and used it to give him a boost. Over the shields he flew. Spears were raised. Shouts were yelled. Blood was spilled.

Our hero dodged the spears as they came toward him. He fell in the midst of the phalanx. He landed poorly, and was lying on the ground. The soldiers took their chance, and brought their spears down. He took his chance, and slashed at their legs. He stood, they fell. They attacked, he blocked. He attacked, they died.

This continued. He fought brilliantly.

Fighting Continues
He had made progress. Bodies stacked around him slowly. They kept coming. He kept killing. His magnificent art could not stop. If he did, he knew he would die. Grabbing a spear from a fallen enemy, he kept the enemies away. Their bodies continued to fall. They continued to stack.

For three days, he fought. For three days, he won. There was nothing that could stop him. Gone mad with hate, he kept fighting. The army had lost many, but there were still thousands. Hundreds of thousands. Their resolve was astounding. Fighting on a mountain of their brothers, they would not stop. With each thrust of the hero's spear, they slid down the sides of the pile of bodies, and helped form it. For three days of slaughter, the hero had hardly moved. He had only climbed the fallen. Looking down on his charging enemies, he had the advantage. Hundreds of birds circled overhead, all hungry for what was laying below, but afraid of what was still moving.

Still, he grew tired. He grew slow. He knew he could not keep this up. Before him sat an army of immeasurable proportions. Looking to the horizon, there he saw something that gave him hope and vigor. A man. But hardly human. With eyes like fire, he looked toward our hero. Their eyes met, and the man smiled. He knew why he was there. Two swords in hand, he dove into battle. He laughed as he did. These soldiers were nothing for him, and he ran through, slashing and dodging. Leaving behind him a path of dead men.

Two against a million. Finally, fair odds.

After The Battle
Our hero's friend had left. There were few soldiers left. Our hero moved off his precipice of the dead. He heard a horrible sound. Thunder, but worse.

He turned. There, in front of him, stood something. Something not natural. Four horses, each blowing smoke. Breathing fire. Worse behind them was a horrifying wonder. A man by no means. Twice the size of any normal man. Gleaming with bronze. In a chariot still bloodstained from his last battle. He looked upon his enemy. And smiled.

Unfortunately, I woke up before I could take on Ares...

O.O wow delph you write your dreams so well i swear im in the dream when i read it

Phew, finally got Ares.

I started right where I left off. With a sword, shield, and spear. Right in front of the chariot.

Chariots Charge
Shocked, our hero looked at the spectacle before him. A giant golden chariot. Four wretched horses. And a god with bronze armor on. Our hero thought quickly. What could be done against this war machine?

It charged at him, he dove to the side. The barbed axle coming out of the wheel barely missed him. The horses moved in a circle, they faced him.

The horses made a horrible sound, followed by smoke. There our hero stood. The charged at him. He stood, and an idea struck him. The chariot moved with blinding speed. His plan was marvelous. He stuck his spear into the ground, and used it to move out of the way. The horses tripped over the spear, and toppled the chariot. Our hero looked back with pride. The four horses ran off. Pieces of chariot following. There in the sand, was the god.

Disarming A Warrior.
Our hero recovered his spear. He looked up and saw what the god was holding. A spear of gold. Crafted marvelously. It glinted in the sunlight. Twice the size of the hero, he felt frightened. The god smiled. Brilliant as he was, the god was too brave. He attacked the hero with speed and strength unlike any man. Our hero dodged with all he could. Trying to survive.

The god brought his spear down hard, missing the hero. Our brave hero took his chance. He jumped at the god, and slashed at his arms. The god, in a fit of anger, threw the spear backwards. It landed in the mountain of fallen soldiers. The god thrashed with his fists and feet. Smashing everything in his path. The hero moved with all the swiftness his body would grant him. Our hero dove under the remnants of the chariot. Hoping for a short rest. The god stomped near it. The hero moved.

Ares gained his composure. He could see this needed to be a battle smartly fought. He looked at the chariot, and smiled. There. Something so simple. A weapon. The axle. Barbed at both ends, and heavy. He lifted it, and turned to the hero. Our hero was demoralized. Spinning his new weapon around, he smashed it into our hero. Bleeding and beaten, our hero stood. He ran toward the god, spear in hand. He stabbed the spear into the ground, and pole vaulted toward Ares. Unsheathing his blade, he brought it down on Ares.

Ares let out a roar of pain. But, gods are immortal. Ares smiled as the blood ran down his shoulder. He could be injured, but not killed. Our hero kept moving. Climbing the bronze armor of the god. The made it to Ares' head. And stabbed with all his might. Ares was blind. He moved backwards. The brilliant hero dropped down. He slashed at Ares' ankles.

Ares fell. A god fell. Our hero was proud. Ares fell hard. Onto his own magnificent spear.

A god's weapon. Strong enough to kill something immortal. Ares had died. Our hero had killed a god. He had to be sure. He moved closer to the god, heart racing. He shouted, "Ares!" No response. He moved closer. There... A horrible sound. Our hero turned. The four horses had come to their master's aid.

Breathing fire, they ran at the hero. He jumped, sword in hand, and cut a smokey head clean off. He felt a agonizing hotness erupt around him. He rolled away. Grabbing a nearby spear, he hurled it deep into the heart of another horse. These equine demons ran at the hero. With a jab of a spear, another died. Smoke erupting. Another thrown spear, another fallen horse.

There laid things not meant to die. A god, and four demons. Our hero was triumphant. But terrified.

Next... The Nemean lion and the minotaur.

Okay, first off, this was not a lucid. Nor does it fit with the Greek Motif that has occupied my dream journal as of late. It is just an interesting, well developed dream.

As normal, it starts right in the middle of the story line.

On A Train
There I sat, another train. The familiar swish of dark trees moving past the window and the occasional rattle form the tracks were all the company I had. The 7:00 P.M. to Stockton-on-Tees was slow.

I tonged the familiar pipe in my mouth, and continued to read the post. Nothing interesting.

Suddenly, familiarity. An old friend of mine, in a somewhat grievous mood, was standing near the door. I stood, excited to see Reginald again. I walked over toward him, I stumbled. I was never good at walking on trains.

"Reginald! How have you been? Its a pleasure to see you again."

"Montgomery, yes, a pleasure. Sad we meet on such unstable means."

"Yes, you do have to gain your 'trainlegs' don't you?"
I chuckled at my own invention. Reggie was still sad looking.

"That's not exactly what I meant, Montgomery. I come here because of Boris."

"Boris? How is that old chap?"

"Well, he wanted me to tell you something."

"Well, go on, say it."

Reginald's head dropped in a saddened manner.
Then it rose slightly, with a smile on it.

"He wanted me to tell you... That I killed him."

Taken aback, I moved away from my old friend.

"What? W-why?"

"What we've been doing is wrong, Monty! It's all been lies!"

"No! What we do helps our country!"

"Why do we help it? It's corrupt and spoiled. I need to end this, Monty."

With that, he pulled out a small pistol. I turned and ran. He fired a shot, but the train buckled right as he did, and it safely shot into the wall.

I opened and closed the door to the next car, baggage. I threw suitcases behind me to slow Reginald down. I made it to the next car which was mainly filled with sleeping people. They were sleeping, that is, until Reggie showed up, firing his pistol madly. I made it to the last car, and climbed onto the top of the train.

Reginald followed me. He fired a shot, but saw that the wind made it hard to aim. He tossed the pistol aside, and dove at me. My footing was horrible on the traintop. I fell over but stayed where I was. I made sure I didn't move toward the sides of the train. I searched my clothes for a familiar knife. Upon finding it, I stabbed at Reggie. He pulled my arm, and elbowed my nose. I was bleeding now. I positioned myself so I could see where the train was going, and if Reggie wanted to keep an eye on me, he wouldn't be able to.

A few moments later, I jumped down in between the cars. I looked up in enough time to see Reginald pinned by the tunnel overhang. My old friend was dead, but I had saved many. I got back to my seat and pipe. Once I got off the train, I found a telephone and called the death of Boris in.

You, sir, are extreme.

Thank you, Mr. Kiza.

Lucidity! And a sword! I teleported to where the Nemean lion should be.

Climbing The Mountain
Our hero stood in a desert, nothing for miles except a large mountain. At the foot of it laid the remains of many fallen men. Not from war, but from beast. This was the right place. He set upon climbing the mountain. Half the distance complete, the hero listened. In the distance he heard a roar, and the shouts of a man in battle. Definitely the right place.

He completed the climb, and came to a flat part of the mountain. He saw a young soldier, cut and beaten. The soldier had a short sword in his hand, it was dented and bent. The large lion moved slowly closer to the poor boy. Our hero knew it was not his place to help. The lion swiped angrily at the young man, and with a roar, pushed him off the edge of the mountain. A cry, and then silence.

The lion slowly glanced at the hero, and went back to its cave. Unsheathing his bladed friend, he walked toward the lion. Cautiously. The lion erupted in violence. Roaring and swiping, it flew at the hero. The hero blocked with his sword, but noticed it had not affected the lion. He needed to test this. The lion took a step forward, and the hero sliced at its leg. The blade glanced off. He dodged a paw and crawled on to the lion's back. He brought his blade down. It was as if he were striking a shield. He dropped down, and rolled under the beast. He pushed his blade up, and again, no prevail. The lion could not be cut. The hero had to think of something.

The lion knocked over, its mighty paws in a fury. The lion took a step back, the hero looked backwards. He was near the edge. He moved forward, and the lion swiped at him. He was in the same position as the boy from before... The lion dove at him, and he rolled out of the way. The lion caught its footing quickly, and turned and dove again at the hero. Sadly, our hero didn't react as quickly. The lion's mighty jaws came down around him, and swallowed him whole.

The lion was victorious, and moved back to its cave to celebrate its newest meal. It laid down, contented. Not know exactly what was in him. The lion had not chewed. The hero was alive. In the dark belly of the beast, the hero unsheathed his blade. He swung madly, doing any harm he could. Shrieks and growls of pain came from the throat, which was soon dispatched. The hero felt his bloody abode slump in defeat. He crawled toward and out of the beast's mighty jaws.


Tunnel, Not A Cave
Our hero looked over the body of the lion. The cave continued. Lighting a torch, he followed it. The sun was still high, there was much time left. A need cave it was, he heard sounds of the shore coming from deep inside it, after a long while, he broke surface. There, in front of him, was a giant maze of wood and stone. The shore was near him, flocked with birds.

He saw the entrance, it was obvious. After entering it, he realized how ominous it was. Bits of bone riddled the path. Blood was smeared on the walls. And a horrible roar would occasionally erupt from somewhere deep in the maze. Our hero saw the sun move slightly in the sky. It was in the west now. The sea was to the east. And a mountain to the south. With these points, he could estimate where he was in the maze. He felt he was near the center, the roar was loud. But soon, the sun dropped. The pulled out his sword, and scratched along the side of the maze. He found himself at a dead end, and followed his scratches back. They soon changed to more erratic cuts. He ponder this as he followed it. It all became clear when he saw them lead behind a corner. He turned, and there it was. A horrible fiend. Legs and head of a bull, but the body of a man. It carried a giant axe, and howled at the sight of this intruder.

Blade unsheathed, and axe brandished, they charged at each other. The hero leaps as the monster swings at him. Quickly, the hero brings the blade down on the head of the Minotaur. A scream of pain, and the flow of blood. The Minotaur fell quickly. Our hero drives his sword into the chest of the monster. The Minotaur doesn't move. Our hero turns, and leaves.

I'm going to update more often! I'm sure of it!

Really weird dreams last night...

This morning, when I wrote in my DJ, I wrote the words, "suttsman is awesome." I have no idea what the means... suttsman is a member on DV, but I don't remember this dream. Apparently, he is awesome, though.

Kiss Delivery Service
Scenery is pretty foggy for this one... So, I'll just jump to the dialogue I managed to write down.
A = a friend of mine. B = me.

B: Really, you plan on running everywhere?
A: Yea, I do it for work all the time. I don't bother driving to give kisses anymore.
B: Give kisses?
A: Well yea. I work for that folding knife supply company, online we have a community, and we offer a service to give kisses to other members.
B: So you kiss the members... And the other member does what?
A: Vicariously enjoys a kiss.
B: So random people are okay with you kissing them?
A: Sure. Some seem to not get kisses often.
B: What do you mean?
A: Well an old lady seemed really grateful.
B: An old lady...?
A: I kissed the hell out of that grandma.

And... That is all I remember.

The last one was kind of disturbing... I suggest you don't read it, but it is in this spoiler.

Spoiler for AmazeO-ness:

A member on DV, "AmazeO XD" recently went into chat, and said "I'm getting a tattoo on my balls" and then left... I hadn't heard from him since then...

So last night I had a dream where he was trying to convince me and others in chat to look at pictures of his "ball tattoo."

The Museum of Natural Seaworld.
I was in a large museum, quite similar to the Museum of History in Washington D.C. I was with a group of ten people or more. A mixture of people I know in real life, and others who I did not. I walked around in the museum, casually gazing at the well lit walls with displays or assorted things. Nothing really stood out. I made some remarks about dinosaurs and Sasquatch to one of the people with me... Eventually, we moved to a dome.

The dome had dirt and plants growing inside. A biodome. I found that one of the people from my group was sitting in there. He joined the girl who I talked about dinosaurs with and I on our way out. We went out a door, and decided to go "ice fishing"

Out side, it was winter. Ice was underneath a layer of water, and fish were swimming gently through it. We fished one out with a rod, only to drop it back in the shallow water, and lead it toward where ever we were heading. In place of the dome and the rest of the museum was now tanks of dolphins and other animals.

History Projects
False awakening into my room... Three people were sitting toward the end of the room, all male. I was not at all phased by this... I went back to sleep.

I woke up as the three had moved to the living room, but were being quite loud. I slowly dragged myself out toward them, and inspected what they were doing. They were making a posterboard stand... It had four flaps covered in pictures and text. Obviously for a history report.

I walked the dog and eventually woke up in real life.

This morning, I woke up about 2 and a half hours later than I had planned...

Needless to say, I did not record any dreams.

Quite a few dreams last night. But mainly fragments. They were too abstract or short for me to write anything down... I had three regular dreams though.

That's Doctor Zombie.
I was in a doctors office, a generic one. Mostly white and clean, with a few other people inside. The doctor would see me now, as the nurse pointed out. I walked through the door she pointed at, and saw a man in a white coat. We exchanged greetings, and he turned around to pick something up. When he turned back, he was a zombie...

I pushed him backwards, and closed the door. I didn't want the zombie getting out and infecting anyone. He charged at me in the way zombies do, and I put my hands out, he was heavy, so I was knocked backwards. I opened the door, and slipped out without him following. He slammed against the door a few times, and broke through. He ignored everyone else, and charged at me. I just realized I was dreaming! Unfortunately, he bit my shoulder and I woke up.

My heart was racing, but I slowed it down. I was very warm, and figured this was too much of a distraction to try a DEILD.

Runescape
Most people have played the Runescape browser game online at some point in their lives... I'm no exception. I haven't played in a long time, though. Anyway, this dream was exactly like Runescape... Even with health bars above our heads. For some reason, I didn't have a weapon. Someone attacked me, and I had to jump out of the way. Luckily, their weapon disappeared. Then we began taking turns punching each other. (Man, I hate Runescape.) I won after a while (my STR score must have been higher.) and soon after that, I woke up.

This is a crime scene.
There wasn't much logic behind this dream... I was carrying a jackhammer, and traveling with a guy down the street. We were looking in garages for things that would tie people to the crime scene we just left. About half way through the dream, the mountains of snow that were around just disappeared.

Here, kitty kitty
Whether you call it a puma, a mountain lion, or a cougar... I wanted one as a pet. I left the door open, and waited for my cougar. Naturally, one wandered into the house. I squatted down, with my hands in a non-aggressive manner, and tempted the cougar toward me. I let it sniff and lick me before I gave it a pat on the head. It didn't take long until it was comfortable with me, and I continued to pet it. On occasion, it would open its mouth and try to nudge my hand with its teeth. (Not really a bite... Just a reminder.)

My dog came down stairs, and surprisingly, the two got along well. This is when my sight gave out. I could hardly see anything... I wear contacts and glasses on occasion, but this was worse than when I don't wear them. I could hardly tell the cougar from the sofa.

I decided to get a name for the cougar. Burns immediately jumped to mind. () However, I do not know what I settled on. I gave the cougar a few dog treats, and eventually woke up.

There was another one... But I didn't write it down. I'll try to remember it....

Ah... No dreams recorded.

The only thing I remember was being in a hallway, and slowing down time. Very vague.

I had poor recall last night... I had two rather convincing false awakenings, which I couldn't really remember...

I ended up writing nothing in my dream journal. (Bad, Delphinus. Bad. ) While taking my shower, a dream flooded over me like the relatively cold water pouring on my shoulders. I never wrote it in my DJ, but I kept reminding myself of it all day... I'm sure I'm missing a few of the details, but I'll try my best.


My School Is Weird.
So, I was with some friends outside of my school, it was dark outside (near pitch black) and we went inside my school. We were heading to some sort of game... Possibly basketball. We all sat down on the bleachers, about half way up, at some point, I left the gymnasium to go to the cafeteria (conveniently located just outside of the gymnasium) Outside were a large group of people. All moving and talking. I could pick up bits of conversation on occasion, but nothing really made much sense. I noticed a large counter that wasn't there before, but then I really had to pee, so I walked toward the restroom. A large line of people basically stopped any hope of using that one... I walked toward the basement. I went down the stairs to find the basement looking a bit like a pirate ship's brig. I looked down the hall, and could see people standing in line near that restroom's door... Disappointed, I went back upstairs. I was a bit confused by the excess doors that now appeared along the way... Most of them leading to closets or dead ends. I considered urinating in one of these rooms, but decided it would be in bad taste... I went back to the cafeteria. The amount of people had declined slightly, but there were still a considerable amount in there. An odd looking gentleman
asked me if I wanted one of "these." Unsure of what "these" were, I responded, "Absolutely." He began sawing at the counter that I noticed before. I swiftly made my way away from him...

The restroom was finally open. I went inside, and while I was washing my hands, a friend walked in. We exchanged pleasantries, and then noticed a group of girls walk into the mens restroom... They had a glazed over look, and were giggling... Needless to say, we were confused. (but obviously, not as much as they were) I made my way through the crowd of females out back into the cafeteria. I sat down in a chair in an adjoining hallway.

After a while, I heard a rustle around the corner. I went to investigate, and saw a girl trying to climb a mountain of chair... They started to slip and she started to fall, I quickly ran over and caught her. I realized she was trying to crawl into the secret entrance to the gymnasium (obviously). I helped rearrange the chairs, and helped her up as she climbed it. I went through the much more convenient non-secret entrance to the gymnasium, and noticed the game was over. I woke up on the way out of the building.

I hate those "finding someplace to pee" dreams. I think I have one at least once a week.

Hehe, only one that I can remember having, RB...

Green tea seems to be a bad idea for me...

Only thing I really remember is seeing a sandwich...

My fragments are weird.