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

      And I've decided to start a dream journal that isn't jotted down with bleary eyes in that battered notebook that sits next to my bed... Although I usually prefer it that way.

      I've been having lucid dreams and reading about lucid dreams, etc... for about a year now ever since I picked up Stephen Laberges book 'Exploring the World of Lucid Dreams." I've read several others which have been pretty amazing, one of my favorites is 'Mindful Dreaming.'


      ACK! Enough with the nonsense.

      This is some dream I had last night:

      I am standing in a forest. Everything is really big, all the trees and plants - hell, even the grass is all-too-tall to believe. I'm hoisting myself up onto some sort of ancient-ish stone wall when I run into a group of my friends who are all standing around doing nothing, not even talking to each other.
      "Hey guys," I say to them... They all return my greeting and I ask them if they want to go ride bicycles around.
      "No," one of my friends says.
      "Do you want to walk around?" I ask.
      "Yeah, we could do that."

      And so we venture forth, walking and walking around. We come to a little shop nestled between some sort of strange tree trunk... Er, yeah.
      We entered the shop and it turned out to be a comic book/typewriter shop (I collect typewriters and fix them up so I was overjoyed with all the old typewriters). I ran around inspecting the typewriters and couldn't stop smiling. I looked down at my body, my hands were pulsing and I could see all the veins in them. I was covered in tattoo's, I mean different tattoo's than the ones I have. I was wearing a red, er, I'm not sure what it was. It was like a red bra thing made of chain male but I had everything I was wearing tattoo'd on my skin underneath it. It was really odd.

      Something happened that was not good, something which I don't remember - I would say it was probably so terrible that I completely blocked it out. I don't know, I'm just rambling at this point. Well, I'm not really rambling - I'm rambling about my dream. ACK!

      So anyway...

      I'm outside, I see a huge wall up ahead. I run over to it and discover a gladiator stadium... It's not in use anymore, it's all overgrown and ancient. The last thing I remember about the dream is standing in the middle of this ancient gladiator stadium wondering why the hell it was there and being incredibly excited that I had found it.



      .... there were so many dream signs in this one, I can't believe I missed it.

      ---Comments welcome and appreciated---
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      So I'm here, I've got nothing better to do than post about past dreams that I've had. I wish I could find my old dream journal thread on here (if you find the one where I'm being chased out of a golden city by anubis then you're right on target), but I can't so I give up completely.

      I'll start with a dream I had two nights ago. It may be incredibly vague, but I do my best.

      AHEGGHHMMMMMM........

      I am standing atop a huge mountain. The air in my lungs is crisp and fresh, there is a nice breeze blowing my hair behind me, I am so content that I lift my arms in the air and stretch... I am with someone although I do not recall with whom. I just have the feeling of being really really happy and content - which is saying something, believe me you.

      Fast forward to - still on the mountain. I look in the distance at another mountain... The terrain around is tropical, kind of like the rainforest in thailand except not as, well, deforested as it was. Bleck. Anyhow - I spot red, almost crack-like looking lines running down this mountain. It looks like it's about to shatter into a million little pieces - it is beautiful, I am completely in a trance watching the little lines dance around the mountain, cascading down into a stream around it....


      PSSSHHHHH KA-POWWW.....

      How do you watch a volcano explode and not know that you're watching a volcano explode? Well - in our dreams, I suppose. I got the whole picture when I saw a wall of lava rushing toward me...

      I turned on my heel and shouted to run - but I realized that I was now alone and fleeing for my life.

      FLASH FORWARD

      I am standing on a platform surrounded by lava. The sky is dark, the only way I can see is because this metal round platform has several flourescent lights attached to it.

      I am one of the only humans around, and there is a grocery store on another platform that is circling my platform. I am hungry and to get food I have to jump from one platform to another in order to get to the grocery store.

      I keep trying to jump but am scared that I will fall into the lava.

      All around me it's like that - well, metal, circular platforms hovering over the lava, slowly moving around each other so if you need to go somewhere you just jump from platform to platform.

      I never got to the grocery store, I ended up sitting down and staring into the lava - at one point I thought I saw my reflection and it was red, deep red and fiery.

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      GURRBBLEE GARRBLLEE GOOO.....

      YARP.

      Alright, alright, alright... Enough of this anarchy! To the dreams, I say!

      This is a dream a while ago... It was one of the first in which I became lucid. I am writing it from memory, I've got a verly lovely version of it written up at home but - I would rather not be so dull as to transcribe it to you word for word from my crumpled pages that I clacked out on the ole underwood. Typewriter that is. Anyone want a typewriter? I've got about 20 from the 1920's that I've been fixing up. I think I need help. I keep dreaming about them, but that's a whole other story. I'll write about it sometimes, perhaps.

      ENOUGH ABOUT ME. Well - more about me - dreams that is. GARKLE!

      I am. In the middle of the woods. You know - redwoods, bits of moss splattered about here and there. Your typical wood-sy area. If you haven't visited the woods, I highly recommend it. AGHEM. (Please excuse the mindless ramblings, I can't help it... really.)

      So - rewind a minute here. In the woods, moss, trees, imps prancing around with tea cu-----... scratch the imps.

      My mother is walking towards me and says to me, "You know, I think we should go out and get a nice dinner."
      I am awfully obliged and graciously accept her offer of food.
      So we go to some schmancy resteraunt and have a huge dinner. And then another resteraunt.... and... then another one.

      Seven damn resteraunts later and I'm ballooning up like an elastic elephant. GARGGLLEEBLUCK.

      So, my madre eventually leads me into the heart of this strange city. It was a futuristic city except everyone was dressed in fashionable 1600's attire. Lots of women were holding sun umbrellas as well and I thought this recockulous.

      I looked down at myself, I was dressed in some tight black jeans with a studded belt... and a black zippy hoodie with punk patches sewn all over the place. I kept getting dirty looks from the general population...

      My mother bade me farewell and I tromped off down some small city side-street. I saw a little olde-time-E shoppe and decided to have a gander inside.

      Inside were all kinds of sweets and delectibles, however I wanted nothing to do with any of it. BLUCK.

      I asked a middle-aged man with glasses that hung loosely on the brim of his nose, equipped with shaggy curly brown hair and a monacle if he knew of anywhere I could stay, because, obviously I was going to be here for a long while and I had nowhere to rest my poor head.

      To my surprise he said yes and showed me into the downstairs area.

      Now - did I mention the prince and his cronies?

      I don't believe I have.....

      Following me throughout the entire dream was this snub-nosed rich pretty boy prince and two big tatted up skinheads that seemed to be everywhere that I was. While I was eating dinner (all the dinners) they were always at another table. While I was in the candy shop they were standing outside.

      Anyhow - this is where the dream gets weird, because, well. I've never gone to sleep and woken up in the same dream before. It just hasn't happened for me.
      .... until this dream, that is - which I'm sure you foresaw when I even mentioned the idea.

      In any case, your poor dreamer was led into the basement of this candy shoppe. There was a window where I could see the street, well - the sidewalk and peoples feet as they passed. I drifted off to sleep and woke up in the morning to three sets of feet standing outside that window.

      I got up, got dressed and ventured out.

      In my wanderings I came upon a cave. Don't ask how I found this cave - I just sort of did. Anyhow, I heard shrieking coming from the cave and was so scared that I turned on my heel to run away. I returned back to the candy shoppe and went asleep and woke up. I awoke to the three feet standing outside the window.

      Er - so then I went out and walked around a while until I came to the airport. I didn't want to go anywhere, I just wanted to look around. So, they had in the airport areas where gravity was turned off and super hover areas where I could just hover around almost as if I had a jet-pack attached to me. That was pretty cool.

      I returned to the candy shop and fell asleep, woke up again to the three pairs of footses.

      I returned to the cave, this time a straggler was following me around but I didn't mind his company too much. We found a princess in the cave who had all her fingers and toes cut off, her face was bashed in and her long blonde hair was missing due to pieces of her scalp being torn from her head.

      Somehow we healed her and transformed her into the beauty she had once been.

      We left her there and I returned to the candy shop, went to sleep, woke up to the three pairs of feet once again. (I know this is getting repetetive, I am sorry)

      Me and the straggler returned to the cave where we found the prince trying to capture the princess. For some reason almost a whole town of people was surrounding him and a carnival had broken out several hundred yards away.

      I walked up to the prince and in front of everyone said he was not a real prince. I don't know exactly what I said, but I had enough evidence against him that all the towns people were carrying torches and dragged him off. The princess was very happy. She started dancing and twirling.

      I sauntered off slowly, back towards the city.

      I have noticed people like to use the color blue for their lucid dreams. I'll do this as well.

      This is the point in which I became lucid.

      I was walking through the streets when I remarked rather loudly 'HOLY SHIT I'M DREAMING.'
      Well now, the strange straggler fellow who had helped me heal the princess was there and said.
      "What are you talking about?"
      "I'm dreaming, woah - this is cool!"
      "You are not dreaming, if you were dreaming how could I be here?"
      "Well, you're just a dream charactor, you don't really exist."

      He did not like this at all.

      I decided to stop wasting my time and explore this place a little bit.

      I walked up to a huge sky scraper that seemed to be made up of all these little microchips and wires that were all sorts of different colors melding into a giant glowing monster (not really a monster, but of colossol proportion, whatever you'd like to call it). I stuck my nose really close up to the building and looked to see all these little colors of light swirling around and moving up and down wires and microchips. I stuck my hand out to touch the building and my hand got absorbed into it. I watched it turn into little rainbow colored atoms and particles with little dots of brightly colored light swarming around.

      I got so excited that I woke myself up.

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      So... I found my old dream journal from here and I'm going to re-post some stuff so it can just be in this one one.
      -------------------
      I'm standing in a field of green grass. Everything is beautiful, everything is alive and there's a cool breeze wrapping around my body. The sky looks pink and I think I can see nebulas in the distance.

      I turn to face a huge stone building painted white. The place looks ancient yet so well preserved. There are steps leading up to a door way. There are ten steps. There are, in fact, always ten steps. I count them as I walk up them and I am looking down at my bare feet that are kind of slipping in and out of the stone around the edges. I slide my hand on the stone railing next to the stairs.

      There is a huge wooden door at the top. I raise a fist to knock but it is opened before I get the chance. A man is standing there and puts his hand on my fist, lowering it down to my side. He is tall and has dark hair and light brown skin. He looks either Egyptian or Native American. His eyes are huge and dark. He looks to be in his mid-late twenties, yet something about him seems incredibly old.

      He takes me into the building and sits me down at a round wooden table and brings me a cup of steaming hot tea that I don't drink. He tells me, "stay focused. Stay here."
      I look at him and am not sure what he means.
      "Stay focused, stay here," He says again.

      He says a lot of things that I don't remember. He is preparing me for something. There is an overwhelming sense of needing to find something, needing to accomplish something, needing to DO something of some sort.

      I take his hand as he motions for me to get out of the chair and follow him. He asks, "are you ready to leave now?"
      I tell him I am and he nods with a very serious look on his face.

      He opens a door that I didn't notice before. I take several steps back, staring at what lays beyond the door. I see millions of shades of blue and white and green, swirling together with objects floating around and mixing in with the green, the blues, and the white. Objects as mundane as lawn chairs and televisions and boats are floating around, spinning and getting devoured by these colors.
      "Take my hand."
      And I take it.
      And then we jump.

      I see a blast of energy, of colors, possibly a nebula. I'm rocketing at light speed, I am everything and I am everywhere....

      And then I am soaring over an ocean. And then I am flying above jungles. And then I am coming closer and closer to a desert.

      "Why don't I know your name?" I scream, the thought hitting me with confusion.
      "Anashnu," he says with a sly expression.
      (-- I have never heard this name before. I don't know where it came from. I've tried researching it and the closest thing I can find is 'anaschnu' which is a hebrew word, I think--)

      And then we are floating over the pyramids. We are landing here.

      My suspicions that he was egyptian seem to be true.

      "Let me show you my kingdom," says Anashnu.
      "Your kingdom?" I say, looking at the ruined pyramids.
      "It's hidden," he says, "it's surrounded in magic so that archaeologists have been unable to locate its entrance."

      He leads me deep inside the dusty, ancient tomb. We are climbing deeper and deeper into darkness, where random shimmers of gold is the brightest thing to meet my eyes.

      Finally he stops and squats down, putting his hand on the ground. He's brushing off dust from the ground until I can finally see what's there. There's a gold rectangle with the most intricate designs and images carved into it. He mutters something on his breath, his eyes closed, his hand positioned on the gold rectangle. Like an elevator or something, it sinks down into the ground. He opens his eyes and looks to me to follow him as he climbs down the hole.

      It's so bright it almost blinds you underground. It's so bright from all the gold, silver and jewels that I have to squint and everything gets blurry for a minute.
      "Welcome," Anashnu says.

      There are thousands of people milling the streets, going in and out of huge golden skyscrapers. Palaces. Everything is gold. The sky is gold, because there is no sky - just ceiling. The ground, that's gold mostly, it's also kind of sandy. There are lots of sand sculptures encrusted with rubys. I spot Anubis and stare at him until he turns and runs.

      There are people looking at me everywhere. A woman comes and touches my clothes, looking bewildered before backing away slowly. People are bowing to Anashnu and welcoming me.

      We walk down the street and the crowd clears to either side of the street to let us pass. They all stare at us. Some of them look happy and others look angry. He leads me to a palace. A huge golden palace that would make the taj mahal crumble in shame.

      Once inside, he turns to me and says, "do you like it here?"
      "Yes," I say, "but I'm not sure where here is..."
      "You don't need to stay," he tells me. "In fact," he continues," maybe you would be happier if you flew away."
      "Fly away?" I ask.
      "You're always welcome to my kingdom," Anashnu tells me, "but you might not be ready to stay here. This is my world. Know your world before you know mine."
      I thank him. I don't know why. I say thank you and turn. He smiles, but I can sense malice in his smile. I don't know why, but his smile makes me uneasy. I walk back out into the street, now alone. There are people everywhere staring at me. They all come towards me, their hands outreached. I jump hard against the ground and am catapulted upwards. I can hear the people screaming below, can see their arms stretched towards where I'm propelling upward.

      I fly away. I'm not sure how I get out of underground city, but I fly away. I fly over the ocean. I find myself landing in middle america. Next to a corn field of all places. I start running, I don't know where I am. I spot a house in the distance and am running towards it. I look in a window and a little girl is asleep in bed. I put my hand on the window, and she sits up to stare at me. She smiles a big smile. She points at me and giggles.

      That's where it ends.

      Thanks for reading, I know it was long. Any thoughts would be appreciated. I have no idea what this dream meant. I was so confused the next day. My friend said I should research "spirit guides."

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      I didn't write my dream down when I woke up (overslept, rushing). But I can still kind of remember it. It's somewhat blurry.

      I was standing in a cemetary with a group of men in suits. They all had those ear plugs and sunglasses and all reminded me of sharks and gophers. They wore plastic grins.

      A fire engine came roaring towards us and stopped, they were followed by several police cars. Several men came and told me I needed to come with them. I told them I didn't want to and all the men in suits started walking towards me, inching me closer to the car.

      Next. I'm in a dark room and I'm wearing a plastic suit. It's the kind that covers your face, the kind you wear to protect you from your environment - or to protect it from you.

      Apparently I'd had some sort of virus that was infecting the people around me and killing them. I tried to reason my way around it, telling the men in suits that I didn't kill anyone and I felt fine.

      I'm not exactly sure what happened inbetween this and the end, but I ended up jumping off a fixed metal diving board into some sort of meat churner. I know this sounds really sick, but I remember being really happy about it. (side note, I'm not suicidal in the least).

      Anyway. It was kind of like that one simpsons episode, one of the treehouses of horror where they're killing all the kids and turning them into sloppy joes and feeding them at lunch time. That scene where they push the kids into that giant meat blender. I just remember jumping and watching the blades come closer and feeling really shocked and disbelieving that I was doing this.

      That's all.

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      I kept being woken up a lot last night which, unfortunately, resulted in no lucid dreaming and just kept interrupting the dreaming that I was doing.

      HOWEVER.

      Here's the dream I had last night that stuck out the most to me.

      This was incredibly vivid, the smells, the colors, et cetera.

      I'm all of the sudden in an old office-type place. It's almost like a study. There are books lining all the walls and there is an old mahogany desk sitting smack dab in the middle of the room. Sitting at the desk is a man - he's around 25 to 30 years old with greased back brown hair, he's got a pair of reading glasses resting on the brim of his nose and he's sitting in front of an old underwood no. 5 typewriter, typing out something furiously.

      Now, the reason this stuck out to me so was that he is one of the characters in the book I'm writing.

      He's got a lit lucky strike hanging loosely from his lips, his eyes growing wider and wider as his clicking and clacking moves forward.

      I didn't do much, I walked around him and observed him from all different angles trying to digest what he could be feeling and thinking. He looked up at me once and a sly smile crept across the edge of his mouth - it was a crooked smile that had underlying messages of a cunning trick of some sort. I'm not sure. That is my dream, that is all.

      Fin.

      "...and we want punks in the palace, 'cos punks got the loveliest dreams..." - A Silver Mt. Zion
      It was the best of times. It was the end of times.

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      And the sun went down slowly over the city as I sauntered across a barren landscape of an ever-growing, never-ending bland expanse of forsaken desert, the city growing smaller and smaller as I forced myself onward.

      This dream was an odd one, and it was more of a mental roller coaster than anything else- by that I mean... I was just walking. I would look down at my feet sometimes, and at times it was as if I were on LSD with my feet slowly sinking into the ground only to emerge moment later a little bit less solid.

      Er - I was very alone, and it was as if I were realizing how alone I was. I want to say I almost became lucid... Well, I was aware that I was dreaming. I didn't really care, I was having too much of a mental battle to do anything exciting but trudge forward through the nothingness as I untangle this webby mess that had enveloped my mind.

      I remember for a brief moment the thought of leaving the desert, maybe spinning or building a transportation device/teleportation device, but the thought escaped me and I wanted it to.

      ---

      I recall a dream I had during, I believe, probably one of the earlier REM cycles as it was short/choppy/art-film-esque.

      I am standing in a dark warehouse/factory. I am surrounded by monstrous machines that tower over me... Everything is black/dark brown and grey. I feel as if something is about to crumble - not the machines themselves, not the factory/warehouse even... I get this overwhelming sense of collapse.

      Perhaps the apocalypse is coming.

      "...and we want punks in the palace, 'cos punks got the loveliest dreams..." - A Silver Mt. Zion
      It was the best of times. It was the end of times.

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      Your most recent dream is bizarre. I wander what significance that trudge had for you that you preferred it over all else. It could be an act of psychological play acting. But then again it would just be because you were tired.
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      Quote Originally Posted by apachama View Post
      Your most recent dream is bizarre. I wander what significance that trudge had for you that you preferred it over all else. It could be an act of psychological play acting. But then again it would just be because you were tired.

      I agree with you there. It was an odd dream, although I had a very bad time that night before I went to bed. My car had just been towed and I'd walked 40 blocks around san francisco trying to find the towing place before driving home for two hours... I think I was in such a bad mood that I couldn't even bring myself to want to do anything - even in my dreams.

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      I am standing in front of a house with my best friend. We are just standing there, right in front of the door. After some time she turns to me and says, "Well - come on why aren't we going into your house?"
      So, I'm somewhat puzzled.
      It is not my apartment. It is a big old victorian-esque house with mountains behind it and grass surrounding it... the grass is bordered with trees/forest.

      This should have been a no brainer dream sign, however, I... didn't... guh. Yeah, anyway.

      I open the door and walk inside... It actually resembles my house, at least the inside, very well. I decided to explore - even my drum set was in the living room along with 14 typewriters strewn around... In fact, every room seemed to have typewriters. There was even an underwood 5 which I don't even own (but would really like to).

      Er, anyhow... I went into my room with her and it was incredibly messy so we decided to clean it up. There was purple writing written all over the walls. I kept scrubbing it off and it kept reapparing worse than before.

      I wast talking the whole time... I kept ranting on about police states and er, how a gangster mouse at my other mouse... I don't know. I kept going on about mice.

      After a while we went outside and there were three girls standing around in the front. I introduced myself to all of them, the first two shook my hand and the third one stared me down menacingly.

      "...and we want punks in the palace, 'cos punks got the loveliest dreams..." - A Silver Mt. Zion
      It was the best of times. It was the end of times.

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      I am in an office... not the office I work in - some backwards corporate office in a sky scraper. I have my own office, not a cubicle. One whole wall is glass.

      This dream I went in and out of being lucid.

      I say to myself, "I would never work here. This can't be real." I decided to try to turn off the light and couldn't. I rummaged through some papers and nothing seemed to look quite right.

      I turn towards the windows and jump into them, smashing them to bits. I didn't fall, I sort of gently floated down to the sidewalk below.

      I am holding some sort of device. It is black and round with a circular screen in the middle. I had cracked it on the fall down.


      I am turning over this object wondering what it could possibly be for. Weird images keep flashing on it, it looks like it's trying to come back to life but is unable to.

      I decide I want to leave the city as it is too congested and crowded. I spin and am in a park by the house I grew up in.

      I am in the park, I forget for a few moments what I am doing there. I am still holding the device. Not far away there is a boy playing fetch with his dog. They seem to be having a grand time and I watch for a few moments...

      Up in the air I see a hot air balloon. The baloon is light blue with white stripes going vertically down it. I start thinking to myself that I would like very much to ride in that hot air balloon.

      A thought dawns on me that I can do anything I want, because of course - I am dreaming!

      I approach the man and ask him if I could use him for a moment. He comes with me to below where the air balloon is. I climb up on his shoulders and jump hard, propelling myself high into the air where I grab ahold of the balloon and swing myself inside its basket. There are buttons and knobs all over the inside, control panels galore. I wonder what is going on at my house... I steer it towards my house.

      When I get there, all of my friends are sitting in a circle in my living room with candles in the middle of them.


      I walk over and sit with them. They're all smoking pot and looking rather burnt out.
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      Okay... So, I'm frustrated.

      I couldn't stay lucid and when I was lucid... Well, I didn't do much.

      I think I need to work on an intention to carry out next time I become lucid. Everytime I become lucid I either go in and out of being lucid or I just kind of... don't do much. Buh.

      Anyone have any suggestions?

      "...and we want punks in the palace, 'cos punks got the loveliest dreams..." - A Silver Mt. Zion
      It was the best of times. It was the end of times.

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      Two dreams last night.....

      NUENG(one)

      I'm sitting with [NAME]. We're sitting on my bed together holding hands. I'm telling him I'm sad that he's leaving. He tells me he's changed his mind. I tell him his plane ticket is already bought. He freaks out on me...

      Tis the jist of numero uno.

      SONG(two)

      This one's a bit more interesting than the former. I am sitting in er - well, it's like this woven basket-ish contraption that is made out of twigs and twine. It's like a chair with a back and sides but in front of me there is nothing.

      I am sitting in this high in the air, and above me there are tons of black birds holding up pieces of twine carrying me....

      This is pretty much the whole of the dream - me in this contraption drifting across the earth.

      "...and we want punks in the palace, 'cos punks got the loveliest dreams..." - A Silver Mt. Zion
      It was the best of times. It was the end of times.

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      So, this one was incredibly vivid... Guh.

      I don't know where I was to start out. I was somewhere outside... Er. AGHEMM

      I ran into my ex boyfriends little brother who, as he does, ran at me and tackled me in a hug.
      "Chloe!!!" he yells loudly and I'm, as always, shocked at the greeting.

      He then asks me if I would like to go walk around, maybe over by the coast.. And I say that I would like to.

      We go out over to the coast, we are walking around wilder ranch/west cliff.... it's different than normal though because the street is pushed far from the cliff instead of right next to it.

      Then in the distance I see [name/ex] riding towards us on a bike.

      [[[I suppose I should explain about him because it won't make sense... boyfriend of four/five-ish years. We broke up five months ago because he left to travel asia... burma, phillipines, cambodia, vietnam, etc... as well as doing school and silat and whatnots.]]]

      So he's coming towards us and pulls me into a hug. First thing he says is, "Why didn't you get out of here?"

      So he wants to show off his new bike. He keeps riding it over the cliffs and doing jumps all over it and such. I keep yelling at him that he's going to kill himself, that these jumps are impossible to do and am amazed that he can do them. [agrr dream signs everywhere]

      He jumps off and comes and walks with me and his brother, and we come across a farm... We all start going in the farm and [ex] starts wandering around the farm picking up fruits and vegetables... We all start competing to see who could get the most.

      I climb up into an orange tree and start eating the oranges and watching from up there. Then I reach out and pick a banana from a banana tree and start eating that.

      After some time we all gather together with what we had... they were carrying armfulls of fruits and veggies, while I was empty handed.

      Then they had to leave. Or, maybe I had to leave. I don't remember which.

      The dream ended in me walking down a road bordering the cliffs. It was a road that didn't exist (in real life, I mean)... It was like a highway with paths on either side of it. I walked along the path closer to the ocean, even though not a single car drove past.

      I spent a really long time walking and woke up before I could get anywhere.
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      I'm starting to notice a definite pattern in my dreams. I go on long walks a lot....

      I think this is one of my most reoccuring dream signs and I need to watch out for this... I should start doing RC's more when I go hiking.

      "...and we want punks in the palace, 'cos punks got the loveliest dreams..." - A Silver Mt. Zion
      It was the best of times. It was the end of times.

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      SO!

      I have decided to add this dream to this mesh of madness that is my dream journal.

      I don't know why I thought of this dream, I had it about a month ago.

      Erm... Have you ever been bitter towards someone because of something they did in one of your dreams? I was bitter towards this kid... Er... here it is.

      So, I'm with my friend who is this big burly skinhead kid. He's a few years younger than me, and when he was a kid he used to have a big curly orange afro. Er, when I say skinhead I mean skinhead in the alternative "punk" sense of the world. He is working class and proud of his country and wears skinhead attire and plays in an oi band. I like to preach anarchism to him, but we see eye to eye on the love your country, question your government thing.

      Anyhow, when I was younger, 15 or so, I made this vest... I put studs on it and patches and all of that good stuff. It was a lovely vest. I still have it and it smells really bad. Anyway, I'd seen the kid the day before I had this dream, he was at my house hanging out. So, in the dream I was standing outside of his school with him. He was in a tuxedo and getting ready to go to prom and was WEARING MY OLD VEST!

      I was so angry. "GIVE ME MY VEST!" I shouted.
      "No, it's mine," he replied coldly.
      "Now listen here child, you give me my vest back!" I screamed at him, but it was all so useless.

      He didn't give my vest back and I was angry. I ended up searching everywhere to find him and get my vest back.
      -----------------------

      Here's the reason I find this dream significant.

      About a week later, the kid comes over with a group of other mini-punks (they're so cute, kind of like bunnies or something).

      Anyhow, I had taken the vest out to show my room mate and tell her about the dream I have.

      Well, the same kid as in my dream walks right over to my vest and puts it on. He even says, "hey you should take a picture of me in this."


      .... no one could understand why I was laughing so hard.

      "...and we want punks in the palace, 'cos punks got the loveliest dreams..." - A Silver Mt. Zion
      It was the best of times. It was the end of times.

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      So I'm standing outside of this old warehouse, kind of like around where the Gilman is in Berkeley. I'm standing around with three friends or so. It is nearing halloween in my dream, and I have a friend [dream charactor, no idea who she is in real life] who is stressing out about her halloween costume. We go to a store and she picks out a really weird 'high fashion' indian costume. My friend Ashley who is Native American took offense to this.

      Anyhow, we are waiting around for Mischief Brew to play. Everyone is really excited that Erik Peterson is gonna be there, and I'm rather uninvolved as I've seen 'em play countless times... I keep trying to tell them Erik isn't a god or anything, he's a nice guy that plays guitar and sings songs.
      [[I met him in real life, at the gilman and then another time and kept up with him via email... he was angry that no one would talk to him but everyone kept pointing at him and giggling, when he'd look at them they'd look away and the only people that came up to him wanted autographs...]]

      Anyhow, for some reason we were in a church. We're all sitting in the pews, silently, waiting for him to come out.

      So, he does, and everyone sits there silently, applauding politely inbetween songs. Poor Erik, he's getting all kinds of frustrated, romping around, waving his finger at us and finally tells everyone to get up and dance...

      So um, I had a dream that I saw Mischief Brew in a church and we all rampaged around, dancing on pews, skanking and wreaking all kinds of havoc... Oh, these dreams of mine.

      PHP Code:
      Lovelove and rage
      Soon be the day
      They sang 
      as they swayed in the pews
      Sang with love
      love and rage
      Soon be the day 
      as they joined up to pray

      Think of the power of song
      And the history it brings along
      And i can almost see sights
      Of some hot Southern nights
      Through blood rain tears will shine
      Every night 
      and by day

      With love
      love and rage
      Soon be the day
      They sang 
      as they swayed in the pews
      Sang with love
      love and rage
      Soon be the day 
      as they joined up to pray

      I
      'm hearin' some old singer sing
      A song that out tale
      -tellers bring
      It has been sung
      Through cracked jaws
      swollen tongues
      In the land of the freed
      Where they sang freedom rings

      With love
      love and rage
      Soon be the day
      They sang 
      as they swayed in the pews
      Sang with love
      love and rage
      Soon be the day 
      as they joined up to pray

      So now that I see where I am
      I see race still determines
      The bless from the damned
      And the greatest of all historical shams
      Is believing you cannot 
      do something you can

      So it
      's love, love and rage
      Soon be the day
      They sang as they swayed in the pews
      Sang with love, love and rage
      Soon be the day as they joined up to pray

      And it'
      s lovelove and rage
      Soon be the day
      They sang 
      as they swayed in the pews
      Love
      love and rage
      Soon be the day 
      as they joined up to pray
      -Erik Peterson 
      [/SPOILER]
      ------------------------------------------------
      I have just been informed that my boyfriend has
      seen Mischief Brew play in a church with
      Leftover Crack. This confuses and somewhat
      frightens me.
      ------------------------------------------------
      My other dream, was er, um. It was choppy, I'll say that.

      I'm with [T] and we were staying at my moms friends house, having a vegan barbeque. For some reason we decided to live there. This dream actually lasted a really long time, however, it is incredibly boring.

      I did steal a bunch of stuff in my dream. I walked into a department store and was mulling over our economy in my head (I spend about four-six hours a day reading the news... I think I'm starting to lose my mind due to this fact....). Anyhow - I walk into some store and pick out a relatively simple top and look at the price tag which is something like 700 dollars. So I do something like... I pretend to buy it with a fake credit card and no one notices until I'm out of the store that it didn't go through. I told them I didn't want a reciept and just ran out.

      Anyhow, I wore this through the entire dream and everyone kept saying how nice it was.

      I'm staying at my moms friends house, and she's got a bunch of kids that are all in their teens and are always asking me for tips on how to put up mohawks and stuff, so a lot of the dream I put up mohawks and liberty spikes and um...

      I don't know. This dream was really boring. Grr.
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      PHP Code:
      We are bouncing and dancing as you sing your lullaby,

      Shouting move when you say stay.

      The tune of your flute is a rifle you shoot.

      That lays us all down to be brave.

      They love you we hate you.

      They made you we break you today.

      Breaking away.



      We are painting the walls.

      Making jokes out of laws.

      Hiding sleeping pills under our tongues.

      Shut the lightclose the doorwe spit them to the floor.

      Then we are humming and strumming and a banging on drums.

      What did you know when you said we are wasting away?

      How could you say?



      How could you say we just waste awaywaste away?

      Big table not big enough.

      How could you say we just waste awaywaste away?

      Humming and strumming and banginga banging on drums.

      Yeah yeah yeah yeah.



      We will not be lulled into slumber by you.

      We will not be lulled into sleep.

      For 
      weve had a taste of this wondrous place,

      And 
      its treasures we intended to keep.

      We will not be lulled into slumber.

      We will not be lulled into sleep.

      For 
      weve had a taste of this wondrous place,

      And 
      its treasures we intended to keep.

      For 
      weve had a taste of this wondrous place,

      And 
      its treasures we intended to keep.

      So now when they say we just waste awaywaste away.

      You can say Hey its not so.

      Why is it then that were growing, and growing, and growing,

      and 
      growing and showing them all what we know?

      Yeah yeah yeah yeah.



      We will not be lulled into slumber by you.

      La-dadada

      For weve had a taste of this wondrous place.

      La-dadada

      We will not be lulled into sleep
      .

      For 
      weve had a taste of this wondrous place,

      And 
      its treasures we intended to keep.

      For 
      weve had a taste of this wondrous place,

      And 
      its treasures we intended to keep.
      -
      Erik Peterson 

      "...and we want punks in the palace, 'cos punks got the loveliest dreams..." - A Silver Mt. Zion
      It was the best of times. It was the end of times.

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      Ermm... I had an odd dream, it was um...

      Well, it wasn't very much like any dream I've ever had seeing as I lacked a body. In fact there were no bodies in it.

      I had a dream of bursts of color and lights... It was, in fact, incredibly beautiful.

      Sometimes I wish I could keep these images that my mind likes to spew all over my brain, take them for keeps and share them with... Someone who would enjoy them I suppose.

      Er. It was quite odd.

      I felt as if I were drifting on a lake, or out in the ocean or something, except everything was dark... Then little spurts of color started forming from a circle right above me. From this little dot of color spawned several whispy tentacles that sort of protruded from the outside of the edges, making it expand like elastic and sort of churn around and in with the other somethings. It came and went in waves, and light was shining from all the different..... Guh.

      I can't even explain it. I could if I tried harder, but I think this is one of those things I'm just going to have to remember without thinking too hard about it.

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      Long dream. Dragons. Er - yeah. Incredibly vivid. I did say to myself that I was dreaming several times.
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      So - I am in a hotel room of sorts. It's less of a "hotel" than a hut. I've pulled up in a red car (don't have a red car) with [T]. We go inside the room and start unloading stuff out of the car. I start putting some of my belongings around the room.

      After some time we decide to go out, [I don't remember what we did whist out] and returned to the room. There were a lot of men there who said they couldn't rent a room to us anymore. I ran to the room to retrieve my things and there was none of it there. I darted to the next room and inside I found my Totoro stuffed animal and a Panda stuffed animal which I scooped up and threw into our white truck [we don't have a white truck].

      Outside there were thousands of people fleeing everywhere, the owners of the "hotels" had raised their battle flags and people were putting on war paint... War drums were echoing all around.

      At any rate, we took our things and got into the truck. It kept switching between me and him driving down the highway. It started that we were driving through my city, then suddenly we were driving through a vast expanse of desert... at some point I thought to myself that watsonville was really big.

      At once, huge dragons started soaring towards the car. I'm talking... hundreds of dragons soaring straight for us. I was terrified and was glad that [T] was driving. I was very scared, and asked [T] why there were so many dragons. He said something the lines of, "it's cos yer so pretty darlin'. Dragons just flock to you."
      I remember thinking how I wanted to tame one of them (unfortunately I didn't go lucid so I didn't... that should really be a goal - to ride a dragon around.... wooot!).

      So, this is where things get somewhat hazy - at least as far as my reasoning and decision making...

      We got off on an exit - some desert-ish exit. Heh. Er. So I remember going through a few stop signs, a few yuppies scattered here and there giving us funny looks... as they do.

      So, I ended up getting out of the truck. I took my cell phone out of my purse and gave him some change. I kissed him softly and told him, "call me if you go anywhere or if I don't come back - find a gas station and call me so you can find me."

      (this is where the dream somewhat changed... all of a sudden it became incredibly important that I get to work as soon as I leave the truck. In a sense the dream changed, but I was still in the same dream)


      Next thing I know I'm walking away from the truck and out towards the highway. I walked for a ways until I decided to stick my thumb out and hitch hike. I keep saying to myself (yes this is pretty... funny), "crap! I'm dreaming and I need to be going to work (I actually was late for work). Grrr, I need to get to work, why won't anyone pick me up? I need to get out of this dream and out to work."

      No one picked me up, however a bunch of guys in red suits with plastic grins came walking over, bouncing merrily with each step they took.
      "Hi there," I said to them.
      "Well geez, what are you doing on the side of this road?"
      "Trying to get to work."
      "Well, don't do that - come with us! We'll help you!"

      I put the pieces together in my head and came to the conclusion that they must be religious fanatics, jehovas witnesses, some sort of somebodies who wanted to convert me. I didn't really mind - I needed a ride to work.

      So, I realize that [T] is waiting for me. I ask the men to wait for me while I look for him. I found the truck sitting abandoned on the highway and he was not there. I was sad that he had left me.

      The end part is odd, and this is what made me realize for real I was dreaming to which I promptly woke up and rushed out the door to go to work.

      We go to some sort of car rental agency. They pick out a red convertable.

      However, they start pulling at the sides of it and transform it into a rather large Bug. I'm talking, I climb in and it's huge. One of them lights up a joint and goes, "you know - this is the same car john lennon and jimi hendrix used to jam together in," and we all sat around and nodded and smoked...

      Er, then I said to myself, "I can't hang around with you lot - I'm dreaming, I need to go to work!"

      I woke up, had five minutes to get to work and was about 15 minutes late.

      So I rushed here to write the dream down since I didn't have time to write it in bed.

      Yeeeep.

      "...and we want punks in the palace, 'cos punks got the loveliest dreams..." - A Silver Mt. Zion
      It was the best of times. It was the end of times.

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      So, last night I had some dreams that I'd rather not put down in my dream journal, and the one I'm going to put down I'm editing for the children.

      So, I'm with my mom in a shop, and I'm digging through stuff. I pick up a book that looks really familiar and show it to her. She says, "that looks neat, I should buy it."
      She opens it and I look over her shoulder to see my journal from when I was six. I realize it's familiar because it's a journal I lost. (I have about six or seven large boxes full of notebooks and journals I've kept since I was six years old)

      I notice a really large book, about as tall as I am sitting on a shelf upstairs, but decide not to go look. We leave the store.

      I am sitting with [PERSON] on the beach. We have decided to move away together. We're talking about where we should go to. I remember looking at him and watching all of his tattoo's move around on his arms as if they were alive. He was wearing shorts and the tattoos on his legs seemed to be stretching up to his thighs. It was quite odd, and I remember thinking that they were acting funny.

      Anyhow, some random dream charactor meandered on over to us and told us that we should go to such and such shop and read the book that looked like a giant green leaf in gold lettering.

      So, we got into my car and drove there. I remember the ride there we were being stalked by some random guys in black hoodies.

      We got into the shop and went upstairs - no one was inside. I spotted the book right away and took it off the shelf - it was just about my height. We went to open the book and there were all these layers wrapped around something in there. Inside was a mannequin. It was quite odd. Anyhow [PERSON] really took a liking to the mannequin and took it away. I started yelling about how it was important and he kept telling me that I wasn't allowed to look at it.

      Anyhow, I stormed off all kinds of angry. I went down the stairs and outside into my car, which was parked right next to the window of the shop so that I could see inside. Well, an old friend of mine was standing in the window watching me and waving happily.
      "Chloeeeee" he yells my name
      "Johnnnyyy!" I yell
      "So I've thought of ten things we need to do," he says, "go to a matinee movie, play drums for more than ten hours straight...." and starts listing off things that we need to do.

      I see [PERSON] walk down and shove johnny out of the way and walk outside and sit in the car.

      fin.

      "...and we want punks in the palace, 'cos punks got the loveliest dreams..." - A Silver Mt. Zion
      It was the best of times. It was the end of times.

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      Seriously - I don't know what is wrong with me. I went lucid again last night and didn't... care. I mean, I care in my waking life, I want to have lucids and stuff... but last night I was completely and fully aware I was dreaming and just chose to sit there with [person]. It's boring, I know...

      Guh, I don't know. I dreamt that we were sitting in a little room together, just sitting there. We were both sad that he was leaving. And he said something like 'this is the last time we'll ever see each other.'

      I did a reality check and realized I was dreaming but I felt too sad to do anything worth talking about.

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      It was the best of times. It was the end of times.

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      In my dream, the one above... I forgot to mention that I kept repeating a mantra that the dalai lama taught me when I was a kid.

      It actually translates into "amen, the thunderbolt in the dark void,' hence the dream journal name... It's been my mantra for a long time, and when I started saying it in the dream I felt dizzy and overwhelmed.

      "...and we want punks in the palace, 'cos punks got the loveliest dreams..." - A Silver Mt. Zion
      It was the best of times. It was the end of times.

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      And I walked up ten stone steps to a door that was opened before I could reach for the handle.

      Anashnu stood there and told me I'm not trying hard enough and slammed the door.

      Dream changed. I was with [Person] who was getting on a plane... I tried to get on the plane with them and they told me I couldn't get on wearing an Immortal Technique shirt with an AK 47.

      Yeah, recall wasn't great last night. I just kind of remember those two flashes of dreams... and I didn't get much sleep.

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      So, I had a dream.

      I was in the forest in a house. I had been living in the garage of this house for some reason or other. I was with a woman who I don't know in real life... She was yelling at me telling me I had to find a job. She told me I had to go out this second and find one. I tried to tell her that we were in the middle of the forest, however she would have none of that.

      Eventually, I went outside. I started walking through the woods, looking around for businesses that I could go to ask for a job. I remember trying to write up a resume on a piece of paper that already had stuff printed all over it. I wrote in things about the jobs I've had inbetween the double spacing.

      I carried it very far. I couldn't tell you how far. Eventually I came to a village where they pointed me in the right direction. I came to a street that had some businesses around.

      I walked into a store that was selling like, uh... hippie stuff. You know, tye dye dresses and stuff. I don't know. I asked the woman working there if there was a position available. She said there wasn't but continued to lead me around the store trying to sell me things.

      I must have hit up like ten stores searching for a job. I went to a chinese restaraunt, a thai restaraunt, a shoe store, etc....

      No one was hiring and I kept being laughed at.

      It's odd because I'm not looking for a job right now... In my dreams, I suppose.

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      This is really scattered... my memory of last nights dreams are all kind of blurred together and I can't tell when one ends and the next begins.

      Firstly, there was something of utmost importance that I needed to do. I am not exactly sure what that thing was, precisely, but I know that it had to do with fighting knights. I was running around hitting nights on this one spot on their backs that would make them really dizzy and then fall over. I did this somewhere around 20-30 times. It was madness at its finest.

      Next, there was this building... There was something evil lurking inside, something that had to be destroyed. I got a letter on a piece of parchment explaining the whole process, however most of it has been completely lost on me in these waking hours.

      Anyhow, I approached this building which appeared to be a tannish color - very unappealing. Somehow there was a monster I ended up defeating. I'm not sure how I did it - something with a mirror.

      Nextly, I am standing in my neighborhood with [PERSON]. We see a woman standing by a window and walk over there. There is a little boy who is about six years old. He says his name is Jihad. I play with him for a while. It was weird because his friends came over and started chanting Jihad.

      I also got yelled at for not registering to vote in another dream scene by my room mate. She was going on about how great Obama is. I was going off on why all politicians are monsters.
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      Not very much recall last night:

      In a forest... I think there were some elves or something... Some sort of little people everywhere. Yeah, how messed up is that?

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      So... the past two nights = nothing.

      Guh. And tonight I will only be able to get three or so hours of sleep due to having to drive several hours to drop someone off at the airport.

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      Haven't slept in 48 hours. It's really frustrating. I miss dreaming.

      "...and we want punks in the palace, 'cos punks got the loveliest dreams..." - A Silver Mt. Zion
      It was the best of times. It was the end of times.

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