Thread: Amen, the thunderbolt in the dark void....

WOW.

You know I went to jail for graffiti...

Anyway, what it seems to me what you were doing with the spray paint, was revealing the true nature of the dream world beneath the images and perceptions. Those kids make me think "dream ninjas."

Is D your husband?

I am a vegetarian too. I recently at a living toy frog in a lucid dream, and it tasted like birthday cake.

WOW.

You know I went to jail for graffiti...

Anyway, what it seems to me what you were doing with the spray paint, was revealing the true nature of the dream world beneath the images and perceptions. Those kids make me think "dream ninjas."

Is D your husband?

I am a vegetarian too. I recently at a living toy frog in a lucid dream, and it tasted like birthday cake.

Ack, going to jail is bad. I think that's quite possible... it was like matrix-esque outlined in my neon glow spray paint. I could see the layers swirling beneath what was... there. Gosh, it can be hard to explain these things.

Dream ninjas! I really love that, haha.

And I don't have a husband haha... Or a boyfriend... just amazing friends that I love =)

In my dream I was one of the few last people on Earth. I was part of this odd family. I think we were all part of a 'family' was because we were the last humans.

At any rate, we spent most of our time wandering around the world looking for signs of other humans. We were in this car and one of the women in the car started talking about the time they killed two people by shoving them into the street. We got to this cave and there was a little girl inside who was really thirsty. I found a faucet that looked like a part of the cave and filled up a backpack full of water. We took her home with us.

We had this pretty big house. I was with this girl as we arrived into the house and we were waiting for everyone else to come home. We were cooking food...

I went to a store and found on the top shelf, a journal that I had written except every sentence had a picture to go along with it.

I wanted to find someone, I was convinced they were alive. I left the house and family on my own. I got to this alley way... there were all these little boys shouting at me. I looked in a mirror and tried to smile. My lips were drooping and it seemed like most of my mouth was gone. I was really upset. I looked normal when I didn't smile, but when I smiled I looked like a monster.


I found myself wandering around looking for X. I found him. He was on his motorcycle and told me to meet him at this park a few blocks away. I wondered why he didn't have me ride with him but continued to walk... I got horrible lost. It was dark outside and I could feel myself tripping over everything. Almost every step I took was an obstacle. I tripped over P who was laying on the grass... He jumped up and helped me walk.

I think that's it.

Wow. Those apocalyptic dreams are always terrifyingly sorrowful.

Wow. Those apocalyptic dreams are always terrifyingly sorrowful.

Yeah... something always seems to go wrong at the end of the world.

Speaking of the end of the world, here's a dream I had last night:

I'm in some sort of department store. You know, the kind equipped with hideously fashionable clothing of all kinds. I'm working there and looking through some garments hanging on a display rack. I notice there are miniature black holes in the tags. I take a closer look and see that there are definitely black holes there. If I put my finger close enough to touch it, I am sure that I will be sucked into a vortex of nothingness.

I go to the back of the store where, apparently all of us workers live. There are beds and showers, except the decor is very dungeon-esque. I get a phone call from a man who says he's from Alabama and I need to meet with him right away.

I leave immediately and meet him on a crowded street. I'd never seen him before, however I immediately know who he is. He's very tall, maybe 25 years old and is wearing a cowboy hat.

"Yeah, I love Alabama," he starts out, "It's a good place to get away from everything, you know?"

"Sure," I say.

"Well, you know the Alabama I speak of, correct?"

I give him a confused look.

"Here," he begins again, "let's get in my car and I'll show you."

We get into a sleek looking convertible and immediately take off. The car rises off the ground and soon we are rocketing through the solar system.

Apparently there's a planet named Alabama.

We land on a dusty looking road. There are quaint old-timey houses scattered about here and there. We approach a very grand looking one with a white picket fence. Everyone walks out of their houses at immediately the same moment to check their mail. Everyone is very upset because the government has sent them letters that says they owe money. Apparently their government knew I would be there. Instead of sending me a bill I got a giant back of money. Confused, I begin taking handfuls of the money and scattering it about all over the streets. Little children begin flocking to the ground and grabbing up the money that I am dropping. I empty the last of it onto the ground, glad to be rid of it.

I turn and go back towards the house. An older woman greets me and my Alabamian friend (In other news, Alabamian is a real word, spell checker doesn't underline it).

I need to get a password to enter the house. I call up my friend T and ask him for his password which he begrudgingly gives to me after a while of hounding him for it (the password escapes me).

We went upstairs and there was this very beautiful girl who put her arms around the Alabamian guy. He shrugged away from her and she looked as if she were going to burst into tears.

"This is your first time away from Earth?" He asks me, amused.
"Yeah," I reply.
"Well, let me show you this other place."
"Okay."

So again, we take off in his car down this highway of flying cars. This planet doesn't seem to be round. It's completely flat, like a disc and you can just drive right off the edge of it.

We go to this place on this other planet by the ocean. I can fly on this planet. We watch as all of the waste from the universe gets compacted into little squares and repackaged into I-don't-know-what. I remember hovering around this chain linked fence trying to figure out what was going on down there.

I think I woke up around here.

WOW! So epic! I want to go to Alabama! That dude sounds kind of like a prick though...

I was with these two kids I used to hang out with when I was in high school. B and N.

B said to me, "Chloe we should like totally get matching tattoo's."
"Yeah," N said, "I'm a tattoo artist now. Just pick out what you want and I'll put it on you."
"I have to think about it," I told them... secretly deciding that I didn't want a tattoo but would try to be nice.

The next thing I know I'm by myself in my room getting up out of bed. I looked at my right arm and there's this horribly huge tattoo spanning from my neck to my wrist. It's of this huge fat dude having sex with this really huge woman. It's a cartoon caricature in black ink outline.

"Oh my god!" I started screaming and freaking out. I paced around my room getting really upset that this was going to be on my arm for the rest of my life.

Finally, I came to the conclusion that I should go visit my tattoo artist because he would know what to do.

I go over to the tattoo shop and he is there. I run to him and say, "Look what happened to me! Can you help?"

"Goodness," he said in his thick swedish accent, "I think we can fix it. I'll have to do completely new sleeves. We should figure out what to do."
"Thanks so much," I said.
"Alright so what I want to do is make you radioactive. I mean, I want to tattoo yourself onto your arm of you as a radioactive woman fighting the humans."
"Oh," I said, "but I don't really want to have a tattoo on me that doesn't hold a lot of meaning - you know? I mean, I don't feel very radioactive and I've never been radioactive before."
"Well, you know a lot of people these days are radioactive. Even I am. Here, let's take a little trip together and maybe you'll find that it's the perfect tattoo for you."

So we ended up driving to New York. The traffic was so bad that people were getting out of their cars and killing themselves. Seriously.

We get to this log cabin place... All of these zombies kept filing out of these doors and we kept having to fight them off. Apparently radioactive is slang for Vampire.

Oh my god. That is so insane! I love it! I am just speechless.

Er, I had a dream that I became lucid in. I was at work and realized I was lucid and decided it was my chance to completely trash the place. I also kind of burned it to the ground for good measure. I did a lot of reality checks to ensure that I was actually dreaming.

As I was walking away from my burning work place a man approached me and offered me a job at McDonalds. I was semi-lucid at this point but still really involved in the current dream. I decided I would take the job just to get the employees to revolt.

McDonalds was like... this dungeon place. It was really creepy. I got everyone to quit and got the boss put in jail for malpractice after he tried to lock me in the basement for getting the employees to riot in the streets.

That is badass. I worked at McDonald's for 11 months. It was pure shite.

I worked at Wal-Mart also when I was desperate for work. I think they fired me for saying we should unionize. I think someone ratted on me.

Later on, for my sister's sweet 16, she asked me to think of something fun for her friends to do on her birthday. I gave her the idea of a video scavenger hunt. One of the tasks was to get a Wal-mart employee to say, "Wal-Mart is The Temple of Evil," on camera. All three teams acheived this task.

I have to find some of your lucid dreams. They must be amazing.

There is this guy who won't stop following me around. I'm walking around town and he keeps singing to me and chattering up a storm. He also smells really horrible. As we pass people they keep plugging their noses and telling him to take a shower. He hands me a cd that he recorded for me.

I see two of my friends, M and D. I make a dash and dive into their car. We're all relieved and laugh at the cd and throw it out the window.

I have this random though that we should go to San Jose to see fireworks. I find a hotel room on the internet that is 35 dollars a night with a perfect view of the fireworks. We are all excited and take off to San Jose.

We get to San Jose and I realize that I'm really thirsty. I tell them to go ahead without me and I was going to find a store and get something to drink. I found a store but it wasn't like a normal store. It was massive, there were rows after rows upon rows beneath rows inevitably following some more rows of the randomest items imaginable. There were very strange food items but I hadn't spotted a single drink. I kept getting side tracked and would stop to pick something up. Most of the things were written in what I perceived to be japanese or chinese, but were closer to hieroglyphics.

I found a banana drink and went back outside.

I was in a huge green field. D was with me and was chatting away about how the dog liked to follow him when he was driving. So when we were driving to San Jose the dog would tail behind, but it's important to make an extra effort to let it know when you're getting off on an exit because dogs aren't that smart and might not notice.

I was really confused by this and told him that dogs should never go on the freeway by themselves.

There was a huge bell and a star spinning like in... Mario. Okay okay, so this part of my dream I ran around collecting shine sprites like in Mario. The difference here is that my dream was way cooler than the game because it was very vivid and realistic and didn't come in crappy 3d graphics.

After a while we found this group of students taking a class from... my grandma. She was teaching everyone how to garden. I picked up a hose and began watering these dead flowers. As soon as I put water on them they began to rise up and come back to life. They were beautiful vibrant shades of red and purple.

I began walking around the garden and realized that there were computer screens in the ground. Just the screens, embedded in the soil.
some of the screens held emails from lovers, others strange encrypted messages that I could not decipher.

We were right next to the ocean, but there wasn't a whole lot of beach to speak of. It was beautiful and sunny. The grass was vibrant and green and I was surrounded by the most beautiful, surrealist flowers - something Dali would have painted had he been in the best mood of his life.

A young asian boy ran up to me and grabbed my arm. He started pulling me towards the ocean. Everyone in the class was following us and it seems like hundreds had joined. A city misted into view and descended from the clouds. Steps appeared from the cliffs to the city and soon the ocean and beautiful green landscape had completely disolved behind me. The boy started yelling "strike, strike, strike!" And everyone behind me started chanting, "strike, strike, strike!"
And then people began piling out of the shops and shouting, "strike, strike, strike!"
"What are we striking against?" I was yelling.
"Government," someone yelled, "we demand freedom!"
'I was pretty happy with this answer and joined in their chanting cries.
Someone said something that made me laugh. He called some random guy on the street who was wearing a purple shirt, "Gurglepletz."
In my laughter all the people around me disappeared. The angry mob behind me was gone and now there were maybe three or four bystanders staring at me curiously.

I surveyed my surroundings for a moment. The ground beneath me was cobblestone and everyone looked to be dressed from the 1600's.

I wandered into a store. It was the same store that I had been in before back in San Jose. There was a man behind a counter who was desperately trying to sell me something. He was making me smell this incense. I told him it smelled wonderful but I did not want it.
"Oh yeah?" he said.
"Yeah," I replied.
"Wait 'til you see this!" He said with a huge grin.

It was at this time that the man began fishing out huge metal contraptions that he fastened around his waist. They were metal swan wings that wrapped around your body that you could fit with thousands of incense sticks.
"Now," he began, "there won't even be more abundant incense than the holidays!"

At this point a girl came up to the counter attempting to buy a pair of my pants. They were some pants that were obviously mine because of where they were ripped in places and the paint that was covering them, paint that I had painted on them.
"Sorry," the man said, "the computer says that your credit card is being used in Iowa and can't be used here. I would call your bank."
"Iowa?! She yelled, "I've never even been to Iowa."

I grabbed my pants and put them in my back pocket before hastily exiting the store.

That's where things get blurry. I never did get to see those fire works.

I'm at my house... I am feeling very bored and kind of fed up with everything. I decide that I'm going to travel across the world.

I got in my car and started driving. I went all over the country. I went to the biggest cities and the smallest towns.

I decided that I'd seen enough of the United States. Someone gave me a 50 pound note and I had a really hard time figuring out what the exchange rate was. I made a boat and a sail out of my sheets. I got in my boat and sailed to Japan. Someone told me once on the cliffs that straight ahead was Korea then Japan.

I landed myself on a cute little farm. There was a small house that seemed to be vacant so I settled myself in. I was in Japan but I was feeling very lonely so I set out to find other people. I found a guy selling beers for 12 cents each. I felt I couldn't pass that up so I started drinking. Out of nowhere D showed up and said that he had decided to come to Japan too and what the hell was I doing here? I explained how I got here and he explained how he had gotten a ride with some sailor. He said M wanted to come but M doesn't trust sailors.

A family arrived at the farm. There was a little girl and an old man. The man started building a huge maze all around the property and he wouldn't let anyone go in it. It was miles and miles long, it surrounded my house. I decided I wanted to see the other houses around the place so I ventured into the maze and found myself in a neighborhood where all the houses were falling down. I found this blue house that was covered in graffiti and knocked on the door. A man opened the door and invited me in. Suddenly I saw Summer and Andy, I couldn't believe it. We all hugged and they asked me what I was doing there and they asked me the same. They had made a flying sail boat and had come to Japan randomly as well.

All of us decided to leave together and go somewhere else.

Next thing I know we're standing on a beach. We have a giant sleeping bag that we lay next to a family sleeping on the same sleeping bag we have. We are wandering around the beach which is horribly polluted. The water is grey and black and green and covered in trash which tons of people are swimming in. There are homeless people all over the beach and they smell almost worse than the beach itself.

I woke up.

I am with a big group of my friends. We are walking down this wooden bridge through the middle of the ocean. The water is roaring and sputtering beneath us and I am scared of falling in. C and A take me by the shoulders and walk on either side of me assuring me that I'll be okay.

We get to these steps leading us to land. I'm not sure where we're going but my friends say it's a surprise.

Oh, apparently I'm betrothed to somebody and I'm getting married. I'm not very happy about this but the next thing I know in the dream I'm already married and about to meet this guy.

When I meet the guy I'm very disappointed because he's a skinny heroin addict. I'm also very unhappy about this.

Next thing I know my teeth are falling out of my head. I keep reaching up to my mouth and pulling out pieces of teeth. I look into a mirror and see big gaping holes in my smile. I start screaming for my mom to take me to the dentist. She appears and we go.

We're at the dentist and my mom says to dude guy, "make yourself useful for once, do you have health insurance?"

"No... but," he begins, "I've got tons of cash," and proceeds to pull out wads of hundred dollar bills.

Er, that's all..

I'm in a park with some friends. I'm rummaging through my purse and find a receipt... it looks like a receipt, but it says "Fly to New York and find me" with a bar code printed on the bottom. I stuff it back in my purse, confused.

There is some sort of crazed music festival going on. The crowd to get into this thing is massive. We're talking hundreds of thousands of people shuffling awkwardly in strange attire trying to get into this deranged music carnival festival.

I'm separated from my friends and somehow manage to wander inside. There are hundreds of different giant tents set up all over the place. Nothing is labeled, you just have to wander into random ones and see what you find.

I find an old movie theater in the grass, Dookie is sitting on a ledge beside it drinking a beer. I say I'll come back and find him when I find something better.

I find a tent equipped with Nick Cave, Tom Waits, Johnny Hobo and a whole gang of other musicians all sitting in their reserved corners with acoustic guitars. There's a boy singing about being in the tent with these people.

I'm pretty excited so I go back to find Dookie. He's reluctant to come with me but in the end he does.

We spend a long time dancing and singing. Afterwards, I say that I wish I had video taped it or something. Dookie turns to me and says, "you don't remember video taping that entire time?"
"Oh," I say and pull out a tape recorder. We watch the contents of the tape for a while and I make a note to put it on youtube as soon as I get home.

The dream kind of changed here.

I realize I'm going to be in a vampire movie, but the scheduled time to shoot it is 1981, and that was a long time ago so I don't know how I'm going to make this happen. Some movie dude is telling me I can be in a different one.

I go to the place to shoot it and find myself in front of a enormous old creepy house. It's more like a mansion or a castle than a house due to the sheer massiveness of it all. My dog is with me and so is Dookie.

When we open the door we are faced with two sets of stairs, one is on the left and the other on the right. "Let's go left," I say.
"No," Dookie replies, "let's go right."
"Well, let's just split up. I'm taking Daisy (dog)."
"Okay," he says.

As I descend down these strange stairs I notice a horrible smell. The carpet is this tacky 1970's yellow flower print that's very worn.

I get to the bottom of the stairs and it's completely pitch dark. I grope around for a light switch, but before I can find one the lights turn on. I'm in a living room den that looks like it's straight from the Brady Bunch. At the far end of the room I see... Marie Antoinette's corpse.

My dog runs over to it and I start freaking out for her to come back, which she does eventually and we bolt up the stairs. I go to the next set of stairs where Dookie is still descending.
"Sweet zombie jesus," I say, "Why don't any of these stairs go up?"
"Yours didn't?" He asked.
"No, and there's a god damn corpse rotting in there, Marie Antoinette."
"Woah," he said taking a step back. "Maybe we should get outta here."

Out of nowhere I smiled realizing I was dreaming. I took Dookies hand and Daisy's paw and we rocketed up out of the house and into the sky. We were flying through the air and there were rainbow trails following us wherever we went.

Alright so, I haven't been online in a long time. Like, on DV in a few months. This has made me very sad but I have some good reasons for it. Like my computer crashing and moving and all that nonsense. However, I'm done complaining. Dreams!

So, last night I had this dream that I was somewhere in Africa. I was living in a house, that was much like the house I am living in now. I decided to take my dog out on a walk and ended up stumbling upon a giant cave. The outside of the cave was very pale and you could hardly tell that there was even an entrance to it.

I ventured inside and stumbled around in the dark for a little bit, until I could see it was completely illuminated up ahead. I pushed forward and found a giant pool of water surrounded by these glowing rocks and stones. They were mostly green, white, silver and gold rocks that shone so brightly that you could see perfectly well where you were going in this cave. My dog and myself swam around in the pools for a while. Then we came upon this wall that was covered in these tiny gold rocks that moved like gears turning, or machinery working... but I knew they were completely natural.

I left the cave and told some people about it who called National Geographic and a bunch of other people that tried to make me stand around and give speeches about the cave... This wasn't really my thing, so I decided to take my dog on a walk. I was walking through, what seemed like a vast expanse of desert. After walking along for some time, I came across a man who told me it was a bad idea to be walking around with the dog.
"Lions and Hippopotamuses are abundant in these parts," the man began, "I think if you care about your dog you should leave."

I took his advice and walked back to the cave. There were all these people trying to make plans for putting gift shops inside of the cave. I was completely appalled at this, because... who the hell puts a store inside a cave with beautiful glowing rocks that were never before seen?

Hi cacaphony. I have been thinking about you, because I chanted the mantra you taught me in a dream. I love the quote in your sig.

What a beautiful dream. I love the crystal glowing natural gears.

Glad to have you back.

I'm invited to a party. It's really lively and there are tons of people everywhere. I find a friend within the massive crowd circling this broke down house covered in Christmas lights. I want to find my friend who I seem to have lost. I take off walking down this dirt road toward where I imagine there is a town. Up ahead I see Puddin' Boots leaned over on a bench in front of a grocery store. He's holding a cup of water that a stranger just handed him.
"I don't feel too good," he says, looking up at me.
I think about this for a moment and decide that the best thing for us to do is get out of this backwards town. I suggest this and he seems to agree with me.

Somehow we are suddenly in a car that's speeding down a winding road through the forest. I'm driving. We stop at a house and Jo and Sh are standing outside.
"Hey dude!" Jo says, smiling. "I'm glad you made it! Come check out our new house."
Puddin' Boots and I walk up some stairs and open the front door. We emerge into a pretty nice living room. There is a green couch and a wooden coffee table. Everything seems to be fine... despite the fact that there is no roof on the house.
"Uh," I began," You have no roof."
"Yeah, I actually kind of like it. It never rains on us," Jo replied
"Well that's good."

Jo wandered into the kitchen to make a pot of tea. I began walking around the living room and found a trap door nestled inconspicuously behind the couch. I opened it up and descended into what appeared to be the bedroom. It was very nice inside and everything looked like it was an antique.
"I see you've found the bedroom," Jo called to me, "check it out, we've got a roof in there!"
I laughed at this and clambered back up the stairs.

Everyone had completely vanished. I walked outside to find PB sitting in the car.
"They're all gone," he said quietly as I climbed into the car. As I drove away I could see the house crumble in my rearview mirror.

We arrived at a really bizarre looking carnival. Everyone was dressed up like they were straight out of the 1950's. Women were wearing old fashioned dresses and pony tails.

Somehow, PB and myself knew we were supposed to be there and knew exactly where we were supposed to go. A space ship was sitting several hundred yards from the festivities. I climbed aboard only to be faced with a group of people that looked like they belonged on an MTV reality show. Not only that, but we were surrounded by video cameras and everyone kept trying to come up with cheesy one liners.

Oops! I'd walked into hell.

I sat down on an empty seat because by now it was much too late to get out. PB seemed to have realized this early and made a mad dash for the front door. I really couldn't blame him.

Before I knew it we were exiting onto a strange planet. It was really dusty and windy there. Apparently I had found myself in some sort of deranged deep-space reality show. Just my luck. As soon as I get the chance to explore other planets I have to do it with a bunch of wannabe-famous MTV losers. Great.

They showed us to the house and everyone scrambled toward their favorite bed. I didn't care, I just wanted to get away from these people.

I walked out along what appeared to be a sandy beach. There were Manta Rays floating in the air. I recalled several things at this point. The first was riding the manta ray in Mario Party. The second was Douglas Adams ranting in the Salmon of Doubt about how he had intended to ride a manta ray. I decided there was nothing for it and made a running jump toward the beast. It immediately began to glide low just above the sand. I was expecting a crazy ride through the wind, but the thing maintained a relatively slow pace. This was okay, at least if I fell off it wouldn't hurt too bad. I then realized I was still being followed by those damned camera people. I felt a pang of anger about the whole situation, then realized that I would be forever immortalized riding a manta ray on some distant planet. I was okay with that.

They had to pull me off the manta because apparently we were going to a different planet.

When we emerged from the space ship I couldn't believe my eyes. Everything was huge. All of the people I was with were eating something that made them shoot up and grow large. I took a bite out of a cookie they handed me and I was just the right size. I began to wander around away from the group and realized that I was walking through the actual Wonderland. Really. I'll even meet the mad hatter in a few sentences.

So, I'm walking down a dirt road and I see a girl who either is Alice, or she's just dressed up as her. I'm not sure. The cheshire cats face appears out of a tree and I wonder if I'm just going insane. I take a few steps toward a really whimsical looking wooden house only to be dwarfed by a man who's towering above me in a very peculiar top hat. "Hello, little one!" He says, grinning what can only be described as the evilest grin I have ever seen in my life......

I wake up.

I am sitting on a bench all by my lonesome. I’m staring at the ground blankly, when Justin walks over to me and sits down. Liz is standing across from me and smiling widely.

Justin is complaining that he doesn’t have any other clothes to wear, so I assure him that I will go find some. I skip across the street to the mall and walk into a pretty average size store. I go straight to the clearance rack and begin rummaging through the boys clothing, but I realize it’s all so tiny. There’s a woman who’s desperately grabbing things off the rack. I smile at her and she gives me a stern gaze, one of utter importance.

I see a young boy, maybe twelve years old or so. He’s wearing skater clothes and a beanie.
“Hey kid,” I say, “you got any fives or tens on you?”
“Yeah,” he replies. He takes out a large stack of money and hands it to me. “I want twelve dollars back though.”

I take out two dollars from my pocket and one of the tens he handed me and hand it over to him.
“Woah! Thanks!” He says, a huge shit eating grin on his face.

I start feeling completely overwhelmed by being in this store. I don’t like the florescent lighting or the creepy shoppers milling around aimlessly. I bolt out of the store. As I cross the parking lot I realize the woman who had been looking through the clearance rack is following me. She walks across to her van and stares at me. We have some sort of conversation.

I find Justin and Liz, but now they are surrounded by a group of kids. We all decide we need a house to live in. I end up walking down the street and opening the door to an empty house. We all pile in and as everyone’s scrambling to claim their rooms I start trying to get everyones attention. It’s so loud in there, I realize someone is playing the drums in the next room. I open the door and peak my head in, “Hey guys mind stopping for about a minute and a half?”
The girl with red and pink hair who was playing the drums nods and agrees to time out a minute and a half.

I announce that I think everyone should come exploring with me. The vast majority of the group agrees that this would be a splendid idea.

Together, we venture out to a sandy beach. We're all sitting on this cliff made of sand. The sand is dry and crumbly, the drop off the edge is maybe 20 feet down to the beach where the wet sand is... the water not far away from that.

Off in the distance I see this huge creature leaping and diving in and out of the water. I realize that it is a giant whale. The whale comes onto the shore and starts charging around looking crazy and violent. The sand I'm sitting on starts to crumble more and more by the second, and I realize I'm going to fall. I start desperately trying to edge myself up onto harder surface, but instead I plunge straight down to the wet sand and am face to face with the whale. It keeps charging at me and I keep trying to scramble back up to where my friends are sitting.

Finally, the whale submerges itself back into the depths of the ocean. As this happens, all my friends seem to fall down to where I am.

I momentarily forget about the whale as this vast layer of fog clears over the ocean and I can see in the distance what appears to be a carnival.

"It's the punk rock gypsy carnival" somebody says.

We stand there, staring longingly out into the distance at what appears to be the happiest place on earth.

The whale reemerges and makes its way right to where we're standing and bows its head. It wants us to ride on its back. We all pile on and it ever so gently takes us straight to this little lit up island, nestled behind the fog.

The carnival itself was pretty cool. There was good music, fun rides, and underground caverns and tunnels to explore.

You dream up such cool dreams!!!

I have Babelfish in dreams, BTW. I have also dreamed of space manta rays.

Thanks!

I want to dream about having a babelfish! I love hitchhikers guide to the galaxy. Mmm... Yeah I love dreaming. I think I've just had such beautiful and crazy dreams all my life which is what sparked the interest in lucid dreaming. Sometimes my dreams are so amazing that when I go lucid I choose to just let them go they way they are going.

I'm really frustrated because I only remember bits and pieces of the dream I had last night.

I normally have incredible recall, but for some reason last night wasn't too great.

I was in a green field, and there was a windy road going through the field. I got into an old car... it was more like a carriage really. I was with someone. We had to do something of utmost importance. The world was ending soon.

I was on a cliff by the ocean, it was really dark outside. I floated over the water. There were buildings rising up out of the ocean, like the whole city had been flooded except the tops of sky scrapers. People were still living in the bits that were sticking out.

I built a raft, even though I didn't need it due to the fact that I could float above the water.

I remember birds carrying me somewhere.

This is so hard to remember that it feels almost painful, racking my brain. I need to get more on top of my game here.

Phew, long dream last night, and lucid!

I was walking through a dark alley, and it was kind of creepy. I walked into my old house and saw the computer sitting on the desk which made me start thinking of DV (I spent the better have of yesterday just geeking out on DV). This made me remember to do a reality check. All I had to do was take one good look at my hands to know they weren't supposed to be acting like that. I sat down on the computer and the word "Cacophony" kept appearing except it was like "cacagogophanagy" and I kept looking away and looking back at it only for it to be "craginagpononomony", etc....

So, I was trying to figure out what I wanted to do because it's been a while since I've been that lucid. I started thinking about the monthly challenge... go see if you have a shadow in the sun, or get married in the mist or something like that. I went outside and it was still night. I started thinking about the mist thing, and a bunch of mist started wafting my way. I stood there for a moment and resolved that I don't want to get married, even if it is in a dream. I swatted the mist away.

So, next I decide I'm gonna check out my shadow in the sunshine. I looked up and the moon was, as I like to call it, a cheshire cat moon. It looked like a giant smile beaming down on me. I jumped really hard and grabbed the thing, dragging it down with me. It really was a smile, I could see its teeth gleaming up at me, now the only thing to illuminate the world. Next, I was kind of baffled as to how to make the sun appear since I had just stolen the moon from the sky. I spotted an orange tree nearby and decided to try transforming an orange into the sun. I simply picked one and threw it as hard as I could into the sky, simply expecting it to work... which it did. I stared at the ground and could see my shadow.... it was moving completely different than I was. It was waving at me and stretching and morphing into other things, and it was really cool.

After being done with this I jumped as hard as I could into the sky, sort of drifting upwards. I wanted to visit another planet, or at least check out this really cool dream universe. It's something I've really been wanting to do for some time now. It didn't take very long to get out of this galaxy, and soon I was soaring around nebulas mostly, and a few planets. I stopped at this one nebula... it was pink and orange, and all of the colors were morphing and swirling together in the strangest fashion. I tried to pick pieces of it up, and it worked kind of... The weird substance the nebula was made of sort of seeped into my hand, transforming my skin into the same patterns and movement as the nebula. It was really beautiful, I wanted to stay there.... But alas, there are such things as alarm clocks.

- The Dream Thought Process-

I'm in my vehicle, driving at a relatively fast pace down some depraved and lonesome highway. A flash of lights behind me, and suddenly, apprehended by an officer.

He hands me a yellow slip of paper, a list of my crimes scrawled around the page in a very loopy sort of way.

Damn, I thought. More tickets I'll have to pay.

I continue to drive for a relatively short period of time. I'm intrigued by a park I see off to the side of the road and slam on the brakes, meanwhile i'm stumbling out of the car.

Green grass, everywhere. All encompassing. Grass.

The grass is trimmed relatively short, except for this long narrow patch in the middle where it is even shorter. There are words etched into the grass. A long and relatively narrow walkway of grass with words perfectly placed in front of me. Poetry. Horrible, depressing poetry. Possibly a suicide note. Sweet Jesus, I thought to myself. Am I on drugs? No. The alcohol wouldn't play this kind of sick trick on me.

I tromped on forward and onward, stopping every now and then to read the depressing words on the grass.

Another officer. Two more tickets. Damn. He was very rude. He said horrible things to me, and I in turn was quite offended and made some strange hissing noise at him. Serves him right. I'm not paying three grand for walking through the grass. It's against my morals. But hell... any day now they'll be after me for it. They're coming, I can already feel it.

More cops. God damn. More tickets. What the hell do these animals want with me?

Ahha, I see my friend Summer up ahead. She says she misses California where they have regular bathrooms. Of course. This is the south. We have to go to the bathroom, and I assure her that they will have toilets in this bright pink restaurant that we're quickly approaching.

I was wrong. We ask for the bathroom and they take us to this weird shower contraption that is in a glass case, although you can't see through the glass so I have suspicions that it might be some sort of weird plastic that they only have here in the south. I'm not showering in that, I think to myself. The shower head looks like a giant spike that'll run right through me.

This place made me uncomfortable and Summer and I resolved that it was most certainly time to take our leave.

Dream scene changes. Maybe I changed. Either way, I'm someplace completely out of my element. There's concrete and trees erupting out of the cracks in the sidewalk. There's a cliff straight ahead. We're walking straight for the thing. Ah, a set of stairs. This will ease us into the descent.

The stairs are wooden, they seem to be connected to some sort of log cabin. It's a large cabin, probably about five stories tall.

There's a well outside. Hopefully they don't offer us their drink.

Inside, there are some children and some adults. They're all dressed in strange things. 200 years ago.

There's a big basin and the children keep drawing out these clear crystal balls that have images within them. I reach my hand into the basin and draw out a crystal ball that has the perfect image of a woman with red hair . She appears to be sleeping, although the image is only of her, there is nothing beneath her.

I know, somehow, that this image has been preserved from seven hundred years ago. These people we've suddenly surrounded ourselves with are also from the past, although they're much younger than these crystal balls.

that is all.

So good to read your DJ again after your hiatus. That woman seems familiar to me. Weird.