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

Originally Posted by Man of Shred

the ultimate nightmare... to have a mullet!!! good read!

I know, it was terrifying. I hope that never ever happens in real life, haha.

So, last night I did the i-doser lucid dream dose (I don't think it worked though) and then I did a WILD.

I was in France, Yish was there. I was hooked up to a computer, and Yish was apologizing that I couldn't see the city. I realized almost instantly that it was a dream, pulled myself away and went outside. I first started to survey my surroundings and take in everything. I looked at my hands, which looked really distorted and weird and tried to see what my dream body looked like. As I looked at my feet I jumped and began to hover a little bit and then slowly drifted down. Then I pushed harder off the ground and began to float upwards. When I got to a desirable height I began to even out and look down at the world. It looked very strange. There were lots of towns and cities, oceans, beaches, forests, etc. They all seemed so jumbled together though, like pieces of a puzzle that had to be rearranged. I tried playing around with arranging the bits of ground into a more aesthetically pleasing way. I remembered that I wanted to do the task of the month again and began scanning the ground for a good place. As I descended I was somewhat disappointed that there wasn't a mushroom forest. Upon further inspection, I glanced down and saw small mushrooms emerging from the ground. I took my hand and put it over one of the mushrooms, slowly bringing it up. It began growing, slowly at first, and then got much larger. I tried doing different arm motions around me to make all the mushrooms larger. They were the red mushrooms with white polka dots. I found one that was a lot taller than I was and catapulted myself on top of it. I found it was very springy and had a very strange consistency. It was almost like a memory foam trampoline.

I also remembered that I wanted to try more dream food, recollections of the best watermelon and avocado I've ever had came to mind, but instead I found a durian tree. The spikes didn't hurt me at all. The taste was so delicious, and it didn't smell of sulfur. It was like a vanilla pudding cake, but kinda tasted like a rainbow. I think. Actually, I think rainbows taste like mountain dew, even though I've only had mountain dew once. That's beside the point.

Then the worst thing ever happened, which is that the alarm clock went off. I woke up for about an hour, tried to go back to sleep and just remember bits and pieces of a non-lucid dream involving some guy following me around singing songs and narrating what I was doing. I remember being very annoyed.

What a cool lucid dream!

You're making me hungry with your rainbow pudding cake fruit.

I’m standing on the street with a group of people. There’s some commotion going on, and I immediately know that I am dreaming. I’m staring at my hands and feet, and I feel a rush of excitement. I’m really happy that I’m in a lucid dream and immediately want to start flying. I jump off the ground. I start hovering off the ground for just a moment when my dog jumps up with me. We’re rising off the ground, soaring in the air. I am so happy how vivid everything is. The weird thing, this has never happened before, I was completely aware of my body sleeping, but I could still feel my dream body.
I came back down onto the ground for a moment. There were some dream characters standing around my car. “Look what you did,” one of them said, opening my drunk. A cat was in there. They said it had been starving in the trunk of my car.
“Nope,” I said, “I’m dreaming, I can’t feel bad about that.”
It was a relatively short lucid, but every detail was so vivid, it almost seems more real than my entire day yesterday.

(Note: This dream was really gross)
I’m outside drinking a beer and begin to feel really sick. I start throwing up everywhere and lose complete co¬ntrol of my body. Everything is blurry and I keep falling over and I’m trying to hold on to a railing. I see my apartment up ahead and stagger towards it. I’m confused because I only had a few sips of beer and I wonder if I was roofied. I walk to my apartment and there are a bunch of people there. My roommate is there, and there are a bunch of drunk guys. One of them is opening the door to my room and I say, “Hey that’s my room !” They all nod and walk inside. They’re sitting on my bed. I feel too weak to tell them to leave it and go back ouside where I begin to throw up some more and try to hang on to a railing. I go back inside and everyone is wearing those clear plastic masks with painted faces over the eyes and mouth. I feel scared. My roommate comes over to me and takes off her mask and tells me it’s okay. I walk into my room and all my furniture is rearranged. I feel pretty upset about it and walk back into the living room. I say that I don’t want the furniture rearranged. When I go back into my room it’s rearranged differently and I’m still pretty upset about it.

I’m in a car going down the highway with Liz. We’re talking about how we need a place to help us, or something. I’m not really sure, but Liz starts talking about all these different places we can go. There is a running commentary, some unknown female voice saying that we can get off at the next exit, but the exit after that is Sage Francis’s and he takes in people. We get to his house, it’s really big. A butler greets us and ushers us inside. Sage is there and tries to coach us through our lives. It’s all very odd.
I’m in New York City walking down the street. I remember thinking about how it sucks that you can’t smoke inside anywhere there. The streets are dark and I’m wondering if I should hail a taxi.
I end up at a place where people are lining up and dousing themselves with gasoline and throwing themselves onto a burning pile. They tell me I’m next. I step up and into the pile but then realize I want to live and jump out to save myself.
I also remember some army man ordering his child to die, his child coming to petition for his life and catching a glimpse of his father sitting behind a desk. He just looked sad and shuffled away.
Also, I think I went to a wedding of sorts. I forget whose wedding it was, but I know that Sage Francis was there.

strange last night I dreamed I was following a girl into some corner store at night time. she was bugging me to come in, but i couldn't because I was smoking.

I'm with Yish, we're at some sort of ruin site. There are many pyramids around, he's walking through the entrance to one of the pyramids. I'm apprehensive, but follow at a distance. Inside, it is very dark. As I get further into the pyramid it gets harder to determine where I am, how to get out, or if there's even a way out at all. I'm edging along, my hand on the wall. I'm scared that if I lose the wall I'll get lost inside. Finally, I emerge into the sunlight.

There are more pyramids around. We begin walking toward another one. Immediately we see hundreds of small children crying and running, as if they're running away from something. I realize that there are thousands of monkeys chasing them, and beyond the monkeys are tons of armed soldiers. The monkeys are clinging to the children's faces. Yish and I duck into another golden pyramid, I'm not sure why but a really eerie feeling enveloped my entire body, washed over me giving me shivers.

The rest was a little hazy, I remember fragmented pieces of other dreams but... So it goes.

Two lucids last night! Yay!

The first was very dark. I was walking down a dark street and simply knew it was a dream. I think beforehand I had been looking for my dogs leash, or rather, a dog leash somewhere. I then realized that I was holding the leash and walking her down the street.

Anyway, I realize I'm dreaming and decided that I wanted to fly into space and explore another planet. I started drifting upwards, and then saw my dog still on the leash. For some reason I couldn't come back down and unleash her, so I decided to use my mind to do it. I made the leash unhook from up in the air and she came catapulting up next to me. The sky was beautiful, and I started to penetrate into space, everything was blue and cloudy... wispy. The dream ended.

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I'm in my room, and I wake up. I feel like something is off. Everything feels really weird. D is there and is yelling about something. I feel like this must be a dream. I look at my hands and count my fingers to do a reality check. I could about 8 fingers on my left hand. I know I'm dreaming, but this feels too real. I think, maybe I can fly through the ceiling since it's a lucid dream. I jump and hit my head on the ceiling, I can't penetrate it. I feel like I spent a really long time knowing I was dreaming but was somewhat overwhelmed about being wrong that I was dreaming. I ended up catapulting myself through the window.

I lost lucidity shortly after. I remember inheriting a house and having the neighbors yell at me because there was an anarchy sign on the side of the house. It was very small. I also remember driving down some jenky road that I wasn't supposed to.

I'm by these red mountains. They're a red earth-tone. They're beautiful, I'm touching the ground and I feel really happy.



I know that I have to get to Mt. Everest. I remember Liz telling me that we had to meet there so that we could climb to the top and get something of importance (I think... we also could have been trying to save someone).

Liz and I went to a liquor store to buy cigarettes together. We set down all the money we had on the counter and asked how many it would buy us. He set down five yellow packs of pall malls and told us that the yellow ones were better, if we smoked the red ones at that altitude it could constrict our throats and kill us.

For some reason Roswell was in this little alcove nestled in the middle of Mt. Everest. I can't explain this. It seemed perfectly natural at the time.

We stormed some giant gate which led us to the heart of the town. There was an Immortal Technique show happening. We were standing outside the door trying to see in. There were only a few people inside. We were worried about the fact that we didn't have tickets, but I just walked right in. The stage was lower than the handful of people standing around. As I got to the edge where the stage was, he looked up at me and smiled. He ended his show and climbed up and sat down to talk to me. I remember having a very long conversation with him about the politics of climbing a mountain. He looked very old and wise. Nothing like this:


He told me that I was doing a great job and to keep up the good work. He also told me that I had the spirit of revolution in my heart and to run with it, fly with it.

There was some gathering going on in a building down the road. I walked inside and realized that it was my room. Except, it wasn't really my room. There were thousands of posters on the wall - posters that I don't have anymore, but used to have. There were pictures of me and pictures of my friends all overlapping and mingling together to form a very overwhelming wallpaper.

I was supposed to be speaking about dogs. There were at least fifty punk rockers sitting around on the floor, a few standing, leering towards me angrily. There was a dog problem, I'm not sure exactly what, but they expected me to solve their problem. I started rambling on about how I loved dogs, how my dog was somewhere else but she may show up shortly... when one very tall guy started ripping the posters off the wall in a big stream. A huge section came off all at once and I said something along the lines of, "well that was incredibly rude." He then grabbed me and tried to take me down. Being the tough ass that I am I overpowered him and threw him on the ground before leaving the room.

Outside, people kept apologizing to me. Some girl asked me if I wanted to cuddle and I said, "no, but maybe someday." Then she started cuddling with someone else.

I knew I needed to focus on the real issue at hand, which was getting to the top of everest. That was something I never got to in the dream.

My recall was relatively fuzzy last night. I remember falling around this woman. She couldn't see me, but I knew that I existed because she was living in a different world, yet was in this one. She was interacting with people and things that didn't exist. I could see the things and people that didn't exist, but always knew what it really looked like. This is harder to explain than I'd anticipated.

She was trapped in some sort of pseudo-prison. She wanted to sign up to shovel dirt, then did. I was watching her as she shoveled imaginary dirt with an imaginary shovel.

At one point things between her and the jailer got weird and she spit bullets out of her mouth and he died. She fell onto an electric chair but managed to save herself from electrocution.

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I dreamt that I was pregnant and huge. I played some Harry Potter game that was supposed to be a different Harry Potter game from the one I had....
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I dreamt that me and a group of punk kids went swimming down a river. At the end of the river was my house, and this kid with green liberty spikes asked if I would put them back up for him.

Apparently Arizona, India and Japan all border each other. I know this because I decided to go on a road trip. I ended up going to India, but the people/culture was more like South America (except they ate a lot of gumbo and jambalaya).

I ended up staying on a farm with a family for a while. I'm not precisely sure what I was doing there. We went on a boat made of glass that sunk deep into the ocean. I pressed my hands against the glass and stared at the fish, whales, and weird creatures swimming past.

I drove to some sort of rest stop. They had a huge room where you could take showers. I figured since I was on a road trip and broke that I should take one. The showers were in stalls, and this maze of them seemed to go on for a very long time. I was trying to find one private enough. I did and then someone jumped into the stall so I left. I recall talking to the woman behind the counter about how messed up it was that since all the Americans were coming there they weren't allowed to put up their national flag or display their art. There were a lot of outlines of murals, half painted hands that they said they wanted to finish but since they were so busy they weren't able to get around to it.

I contemplated driving to the grand canyon but decided that I didn't want to go south.

I ended up at a house that a lot of people I knew were there. Robin Williams was sitting on the couch. He was very young and had spider bites (piercings) on his lips. He was wearing a large trench coat. I stealthily followed him outside where he killed a woman and scooped up a bit of her flesh into the front of his trench coat.

I think that's about it. I'm sure a lot of other stuff happened.

There was a group of wolves, they were going to kill another group of wolves. The white wolves were the evil wolves. They heard something in the distance and bounded off to rip it to shreds. I think they were angry that the brown wolves kept piling up the snow. I found bags of snow, buckets of snow that were being filled with a snow hose and dumped them in front of the wolves. The snow didn't pile up, it just melted away.

I was in a trailer that felt like an apartment building. I was hanging out with some old friends of mine who I never see anymore. A cop knocked on the door and burst through into the living room. He was really angry and dragged me outside where he did horrible things to me and then beat me up and threw me back into the house. My friends were concerned and started ranting about police brutality.

The dream slightly changed. Things in the house began to age, my old friends were replaced by new ones. Things looked dilapidated, like they were falling down.

A woman police officer stormed through the door and began poking around. "Everyone needs to get out of here," she announced, "horrible things have happened here." She lifted a rug to find lots of blood.
At that moment I felt a chill sweep over the entire place. I couldn't stand to be there anymore. I felt like horrible things would happen if I stayed.

Summer was waiting outside in a van. She said we needed to get far away. I turned back to the trailer and saw baby cat sitting there. I wanted to cry. She was my favorite cat, and I've missed her so much. I felt like she was trying to tell me to rescue her, but I was already far away.

We were trying to get to Minnesota. We were not sure where we were or what highway we were on. We decided to stop at the next exit we could find. We turned into the parking lot of a dingy looking taqueria. Inside there were several men standing behind a counter. There were no food or drinks inside, just several men in blue shirts with dirty white aprons. They glowered at us as we slowly walked towards them. They didn't want us there. I looked around and felt like this was also a bad place. The ceiling was rotting and seemed it would fall down on us at any moment. The door to what I assumed was the bathroom has black mold creeping all along the outlines of it, I wanted to turn on my heel and run, but felt safer being with Summer. We left quickly.

We got back on the highway. The trailer was next to us, baby cat was sitting in the window, looking straight at me. We passed the trailer quickly.

We stopped a place, a busy street. The wolves were back. The white ones. I needed to stop them, so I started piling logs and trash all along the street, forming a giant barrier. I piled it so high that I had to climb up it to keep piling things on top. Finally, a car came on the other side, angry. Several trucks came and within seconds had all the logs in the backs of their trucks and were hauling them away. The path was clear and the wolves were standing there, facing me. End.

I'm walking around outside. There are long alleys, it's night time and everything is illuminated by street lamps. There are chickens walking around, and all the houses seem to be shacks. Clothes are hanging from lines, and I can hear families echoing off the walls.

I reach a certain house that I seem to recognize. Several people are inside, I can see them through the window. Somehow I know that I am supposed to live there. Several of my housemates, well, they were several years ago - they were there. Standing around. Yish was there. He was moving out and they wanted me to replace his spot in the house. I slowly accepted, unsure of whether or not it was really the best idea or not. It was settled. Everyone was dirty, down. Everything seemed to be falling apart, yet was held together by something so unspeakable that it was hard for them to look at each other.

I wandered off, wandered back to my place of work that I worked at around a year ago. I was walking around, yet was looking for a parking space. I asked a man where the staff parking was. He directed me to a lot that was very near me. I walked over and there was a man there who was handing out t-shirts. I took one, and put it on. However, I realized that it was two stuck together. I tried peeling one of them off, but the whole thing simply shattered.

I'm in some sort of place of education. I realize that, unfortunately, I am back in high school. I'm having a hard time grappling with the premise of the dream, but I am relatively sure that there was some sort of agent woman following me around. She's really beautiful dressed in all black, a tight form fitting black outfit with aviator sunglasses.

I'm on a crowded street by the institution. I can feel her in the distance behind me, scanning and clinging to my every move. I see a trolly car, like the ones in San Francisco. Except, this one was brown instead of red - full of plastic people in business suits, sporadically place people who didn't belong in the mesh of them all.



She finds me. I realize that she is not an agent at all, she is Liz.

We're in an old study of sorts. I'm holding a gun, as are several other people in the room. There is a man, he has a broad smile and a gun pointed to my face. He pushes me inside another study, we're alone now. We start firing shots at each other, but the bullets are so small that our skin just absorbs them. At this point, we're almost having a good time shooting each other. My gun runs out of bullets and I ask for another gun. I point and shoot, only this one is met with an explosion of blood. I scream and run to the man. He is rapped in thick spider webs that almost form a cocoon in a spiral pattern around his body. I realize that he is Donald. "I'm your boy," he says, as the blood seeps into my hands and his body begins to fall apart in the pattern of the spider webs.

Two Donalds walk in the room and tell me not to worry because there are many of them, and I'll always have one. I'm too upset to comprehend this, and tell them that it doesn't matter, that I can't let any Donalds die.

I'm in my room when several people come in, they're all people that I know. They take me to some other apartment. People are dressed up in really ridiculous outfits. One guy was wearing a top hat while another was wearing a sparkly, purple suit.

Later, I remember a woman coming to me and telling me that I had to get ready in the morning to go to highschool. In the morning I remember spending a long time painting a picture, and walking very slowly in the direction that I thought the school was in. I eventually made it and was yelled at relentlessly for being twenty minutes late.

I'm in an unfamiliar kitchen. Around me are several friends. I willingly ate something that made me see colors. My mental process was really intense, as I was opposed to the idea, but really optimistic at the same time. We got in the car, I was in the passengers seat looking out across the vast dreamscape. The hills kept changing from hues of blue and purple back to green, back to blue.

There was somebody important I had to meet. People kept telling me that he was famous and really wanted to meet me. I was rather indifferent to the whole ordeal, but went along with it anyway.

We passed farm lands, dirt roads and ended up at an... aquarium - a very large one. The walls and ceilings were made up of giant fish tanks. The ceiling was very close to my head, I could reach out and touch it without very much effort at all. It was actually right above where my head should be, but somehow all the people who should have been much taller than me had no problem with this. There were very large sea horses, so large that I feel if they hadn't been so fragile and I had been in the tank with them, I would have been able to ride it around.

Some announcer was pointing everyones direction to a tank where a sea lion and a seal were about to mate.

The "famous" person who wanted to meet me showed up around this time. It was Anashnu, my dream guide. However, this didn't even jog my memory to become lucid. I simply greeted him like an old friend, hugging him. He said that it was important that he show me something. We would have to make several stops first, but it was important to restore my faith in the world.

First, we came to a long winding road that hugged the beach and the ocean tightly. There were lots of rocks along this road, beyond them the beach and beyond that a calm ocean with very small waves. There were several people gathered on some cliffs. I'm not precisely sure what it was that they were doing, but one of them was a middle aged woman who was spouting about things she wanted. She somehow managed to summon a flying machine contraption. It kind of looked like the robots I draw often, it was very colorful with long spindly legs and the body of the thing was an oval.

Next, Anashnu said that we were about to reach our final destination. We went further and further down the windy road that bordered the cliffs edges. It began to rain and the fog came out in a very thin layer. We stepped outside and in the distance I could see thousands upon thousands of people gathered on a huge platform cliff over the ocean. They were all facing the sea, somber expressions on their faces.

We drew closer and closer, and I suddenly knew why they were all there without anyone having to say anything. They were all the people in the world who were going to change it. They all wanted nearly the same things that I did. They were all trying to change the corruptness of the world by gathering in one place, sending their wishes to the sea to be reached from every corner of the globe. I edged nearer to the cliff edge, despite how many people were there I didn't feel like it was crowded. I looked and saw that the mass of people stretched for miles, more were coming in single file lines from paths, out of cars, flying in from airplanes, etc. There was a girl with glasses near me and I remember looking down at the water and nearly falling in. She pulled me near to her and smiled broadly. She said that we were stronger than the people who call themselves powerful, and that we are going to make a huge impact on the world, all of us, together.

I'm at my moms house back home. All my friends are there and we're celebrating something. People are eating cake and drinking. I went outside and sat down. I could hear everyone singing "Roll me through the gates of hell." I walked in and everyone had their arms around each other singing the words.

YouTube - Roll Me Through The Gates Of Hell

I joined them in song, and after we were done someone (I don't recall who I was with) wanted to go to the doctors office with me. We went, and the place was kind of like a gypsys office. He told us he was prescribing us something and went out of the room for a while, he came back and told us he was out of everything. We left and went back to the house where everyone had left already.

Next, I am walking down a path with the dog. She's on the leash. I'm going really fast, much faster than walking. I feel like maybe I was on some sort of motorized something. I was going down this dirt path and stopped, looking to the right and behind me. I realized that I had passed up this one part of the path that looped where I could see a view of the river. I backed up and took that path. I hadn't realized how steep upwards this was and I went bouncing and flew off the front. The dog got unleashed and bounded forwards. I got off the machine thing and started yelling her name. I found her, she was sitting next to a pig who started talking. I don't remember what he was saying but I do remember that I was very taken aback by this.

Next, I had to go in for surgery. I was really scared because I was told that when they put you out you can still hear everything and are completely conscious.

I am with Summer. We decide to go back to Santa Cruz, where we used to live.

I think beforehand we stopped at an apartment that looked like our old house, we both got really sad and missed it.

Santa Cruz is somewhat in ruins. The boardwalk is falling apart, and the whole thing looks like a deserted carnival. The ocean is nowhere in sight either.

We walk to our old house and go inside. It's kind of falling apart and there's someone living there who we don't want to see us. I remember fumbling with some sort of lock/combination whose keys were white and had black letters on them. I never cracked the code.

We walked around saying where we would put certain things if we moved back in. Then we went outside, and knew that we couldn't live there again, but wanted to try anyway.

... dream changes.

I'm trying to get into a school. I have to go take this test, and I'm somewhere in the mountains, there's a winding road. I find this building that looks ancient yet well preserved. I think there might have been people flying too.

I took the test (which was skipped in the dream, but I know I took it) and then got my results. I had done really well. I left the place, and found Donald, Max, Summer and Ed. They were standing outside a thrift store. I went inside and someone mentioned something about how I should find designer labels because I have a knack for it. I started looking around, and there was a woman holding up a fish bowl. I looked at it and she offered it to me. I declined. I then went to look at this row of cups that had fish on them and began picking them up and examining them. They were very beautiful.

The next thing I know, I am in a dark room. Someone is holding me, holding on to me like they're scared. I'm seated at a table across from a man who is interrogating us. I think that Donald is behind me, holding onto me. They chain us together and interrogate us about money. They tell us they're taking us to prison. They take us outside. I am in Santa Cruz, right by my old house. I am by the roller rink and the bagelry and the cafe summer used to work at. Donald begins ripping and tearing at the chains. We're both free and we morph into deer and begin running as fast as we can. There is a baby deer with us, I don't know who the baby deer is. We are running so fast through my old neighborhood. We can hear sirens coming closer and closer. We morph into black cats and hide as they pass.

I go to my moms house and there is a note on the door for me that says to check my email. I go to check my email and it says that there is an email from her but I can't figure out how to open it.

I'm walking around outside. I'm in a small town that somewhat resembles the one that I am currently living in.

I am approaching a beach. There are some kids, they look like they're in highschool. They're all sitting on the beach by the sidewalk. I walk over to them and stare at the ocean. They start talking about whether or not anyone's swam in the ocean. I start talking about how I grew up a few blocks from the ocean and how I miss it. They all simply stare at me.

I turn around and start walking to a school. I'm going to go to my orientation. I see Liz and she says to come inside because there are cat patches I should see. There are a few cloth patches with images of cats printed on them that say cute things. Reminiscent of lolcats. When the woman who works there isn't looking she unlocks the case and takes out a big handful of them.

We go outside. There are airplanes flying above, it's really loud. It begins dropping things that explode when they hit the ground. I realize it's dropping bombs. They seem to be heat guided because when they drop they dodge around aiming for us. I think I screamed at one point, grabbing people and pulling them down or pushing them over so they didn't get hit. I ran inside of the school where a woman was making an announcement that everyone should evacuate the building because there was a fire danger. I grabbed the microphone and said that everyone should stay in side, that we were getting bombed outside. The woman got angry with me and told me there was no way that we were getting bombed.

Dream changes somewhat, later. I am in a house that is reminiscent of my house yet not quite the same. My room has these wooden french doors, I went to open them and they simply came off the hinges. I think my mother was there. She was lecturing me on how to keep things from breaking. I went to open my laptop and the screen completely came off. When I went to reattach it, everything began vibrating, buzzing and shaking. I could feel electric shocks running through my body, causing me a lot of pain. I screamed.