Thread: Oniman's Dream Journal

I'd prefer you not be, but if you must. By the way, yay for pushing it over to the first new page in 2 and a half months.

Just keep in mind, that I am *slightly* allergic to nuts. My throat starts to swell slightly and itches.

Dream #1
lucid: no
I'm looking through my pantry tying to find something to eat. I come across some almonds my mom bought that are covered in cinnamon and sugar. I grab a couple and try them. As they go down, I get a terrible burning sensation in my throat, and it starts to swell up. dream ends.

Alright. Had a weird dream two nights ago. I was in a big house, it looked like the front of my friend's house, which is pretty big. I was preparing for something big, some disaster. I grab some nails, a lot of wood, and a hammer and board up the double doors. I grab a pistol,a Glock 17. Sitting next to it is a clip fully loaded with bullets. I put the clip in, pull back the slide and run downstairs with it. There is a person sitting in a white chair. From what I remember, he is a middle aged man, though still healthy, with grey-white hair. There's also an unoccupied white chair with a clear, round table in between them. On the table is a liquor bottle and an ashtray. I show the man the gun and set it down on the table between us. Then I hear a thump coming from the door. Another thump, and the wood starts to bulge. The wood then starts to crack, and a reptilian head breaks through the window. I grab a poker from the fireplace and drive it through its skull. It roars and pulls its head back out, and I quickly board the door back up. I then hear a deep voice from outside. It says something like "If you are still in this town, it's too late. Your town is one full of sinners, and it must be taken care of. Anybody worthy of being saved has been warned, so nobody here is safe." Nervous, I sit down in the unoccupied chair. I get back up and start trying to make any preparations I can. I go into the kitchen and get the food ready. I then try to get all our equipment set up. About 5 minutes later, the thumping comes again. This time, the wood starts to crack the first time it's hit. The next time, the entire door is knocked off its hinges. A dragon (yes, a dragon http://www.google.com/images?q=tbn:p...007-3-4web.gif) bursts through. Fortunately, it doesn't seem to be able to breathe fire. I run out the door as the middle aged man shoots at it. It kills him, and then I hear screams coming from inside. I run, and as I'm running I look back. There's a big red one behind me. It shoots a big ball of fire from it's mouth. It hits me, and everything goes black, before changing scene. I suddenly realize I'm a character in a video game. I start yelling at the other people stuff like "nice going, you got us killed" and stuff like that. Then I realize the next game had started. I hear moans coming from all around. I run in the house next to me (this time, a smaller, much less expensive house surrounded by a field) and jump through the open doorway, slamming the door behind me. I slam a piece of wood between two blocks to help barricade it and pick up the phone. I call the hospital and ask them to send an ambulance. They ask me if somebody is sick and I tell them "yes. Definitely. Somebody is definitely very sick." I turn around for the first time and view the other players. One of them is playing the part of a little boy, around 9, one's my wife, and one is (again) an older man. I hear the moans getting closer and am genuinely scared. Dream ends.

Also, although it's not a dream, I had a very weird thing happen to me the other day. It was actually last night (or this morning at 2:00 A.M.). Before bed, I had turned off all the lights, set my laptop beside my bed to stand-by, and settled securely under the covers. The way I sleep is curled up, with one had between my two pillows and one hand on top. When I woke up, all my lights were on. The covers were thrown off of me, and I was laying straight out with both of my hands under my head. I looked over at my computer screen, and it said something about a physical memory dump. Then I looked at the clock. This is where it gets weird. I'm pretty sure the clock said 2:22. This may have been something I made up due to the fact that it wasn't the first thing on my mind, but it was definitely around that time. The only way I know I wasn't dreaming is because I woke up in the morning and my laptop still had that screen saying something about a physical memory dump. I've only figured out one possible way this could have happened; for the second time I've done it in my life, I was sleep walking.* Normally, when I get up, I throw the covers off and turn the lights on, so it makes sense that I would have done that and maybe got back into bed.

*The only other time I can remember "sleepwalking" before was at my grandparents' house. It was 3:00 in the morning, and I went out to go to the bathroom. My grandparents were on the couch watching TV in the living room. They asked me if I knew what time it was and I said "Yeah. It's 10:00. I just needed to go pee before I got in bed" (10:00 was my school night bedtime then). I then walked right past the bathroom and into the kitchen. That's when my grandmother got worried and walked me back into the bedroom.

Well, I haven't been very diligent about this. Been caught up in other things around DV. However, here's a fun dream I had the other night.

I was in a field surrounded by houses. Choosing from a menu, I choose an Ak-47. Then zombies start pouring in from the alleyways in between the houses. They're easy at first, especially when I learn how to use the iron sights. But then they start coming in by the hundreds. I have seemingly unlimited ammo, just have to reload every now and then. However, they start surrounding me. I just empty into the head level of the zombies and take some of them down. Then bullets start flying beside me and I realize help has arrived. I reload, back up, and start taking them out. Then, with some of the zombies still alive, I hear a voice over "And so, in this day, the Southerners won the zombie war. They weren't really fighting against anybody in any way such as to win, but they killed more zombies than the Northerners. A lot more than the Northerners. Dang Northerners. And so, in this day, the South went down in history."

You obviously like killing zombies. As far as I remember, you have done it already (more than once?)

I think I've recorded 4 or 5 dreams so far about zombies. I guess I really like killing them.
Anyways, I ended my lucid dry spell last night with a simple RC.

Dream #1
lucid: yes (FA)
I woke up and had a very hard time getting my eyes open. Once I did, my vision was really blurry and it took a bit to clear up. I realized that I woke up in the wrong bed (though it wasn't even my house) and I was trying to remember what bed I went to sleep in. Either way, I realised I was probably dreaming. I checked my watch (which had shutters on it this time) and it was a normal time. But as I looked away, the watch changed time for just a second, like a glitch in The Matrix. I looked back and it was normal, but I told myself it would move if it was a dream. It changed from 10:40 to 11:21 It's a dream, and it's time for my to get going for my first lucid dream in about a month. I check out the house first. I open one of the doors and find my grandfather sitting in the tub in his bathing suit. He looks really scared for some reason I can't quite figure out. He looks at me and says "D, what's going on? There's shoes and towels in the bathtub next to me, but there's no one here and I didn't put them there". then I look directly to his left and see two girls from my school, fully clothed, sitting two inches away from him. I point them out and he looks. When he sees them, he jumps back and shouts "Whoa! Hey there!". Then he asks me what we can do about them. I do a quick nose RC, affirm to myself that I'm still dreaming, and tell him I can take care of them. He picks both of them up and hands them to me. I carry them over my shoulder in a fireman's carry. I walk downstairs and find my grandmother ranting about something or other. I tell her to give me a minute so I can take care of something. I find a bathroom and dump the two girls in there. They still haven't said a word, and I don't think they've even moved yet. I go back outside and hear my grandmother ranting still. Then there's a thud from upstairs. It's Hershey, their dead cat, who is apparently still alive. She asks if the fall could have knocked her out. Between my ranting grandmother and trying to get rid of the two girls, I haven't remembered to stabilize, and now my screen starts to go black. At this point, I don't know what to do and I sit there thinking for a bit. I can't tell if I'm dreaming or awake, but sure enough, I eventually wake up.

I had another lucid dream last night! I'm excited.

Dream #1
lucid: no
I decided to put this one first, otherwise you won't understand my lucid. I don't quite understand why, but I seemed to be running away from something or other. Nothing drastic, but I think I was running away from home for some reason. There's nothing on my back, and I've got on some extra clothes. As I'm out, I look around and feel the cold night air. It's nice to be out and free, but I'm also nervous. It's late at night. I go into a field with corn (or some other plant) that goes up to my chest. There's an abandoned building, so I decide to spend the night here. I lay down on the porch and go to sleep.

Dream #2
lucid: yes (FA/DILD)
I wake up and there's suddenly a house in front of me. I'm in the same place that I went to sleep in the last dream. My friend V pops her head off the balcony of the second story and calls something out to me. I've recently trained myself to RC upon awakening (that's how I got the last lucid) so I did an RC. The numbers on my watch were flying all over the place. I go to the front of the house, and V comes downstairs. Her parents see this and get freaked out and start yelling at me saying things like "we're not going to stand here and let her get money so some guy can have some pleasure". Of course, I was lucid, so I wouldn't pay her if that's what I wanted to do. Anyways, I turned around and gave her mom what I thought to be a really smart aleck response "What if it's for her pleasure?". Her mom then gets really bad, grabs V by the hand, and walks off. Her friend T walks by me, shaking her head. So now, I set off to do the Deep Lucid Task of the month created by WakataDreamer. The one I decided to do was created by TranquilitybyTrey, and it is "Ask a DC if they want to tell us anything". So, I walked up to one of the only DC's left there.

Originally Posted by "Oniman7

I asked what a random DC had to say, and she handed me a note. She read it out loud in a southern accent while I read along. It was divided into 3 days.
"What do you have to say to the members of DreamViews"

Friday:
"Tell all the good folks at DreamViews I said hi to them, and they boyfriends, and their girlfriends, and their robots, and their aliens"

Saturday:
"Now I watch the 16:00 peak instead of the 14:00 peak"

Sunday:
"You know, they still do show the 14:00 peak"

I said something back to her, and satisfied I had done my job, walked off. If you want the link to that thread, it's here. http://www.dreamviews.com/community/...ad.php?t=78414


Dream #3
lucid: no
I logged on to my computer and tried to check my E-mail. It wouldn't let me on, so I kept trying. Eventually, there was an option to ask why I couldn't get on. It told me that because I had been taking a test, and hadn't finished, they didn't want me spreading the test/answers all around the internet. So they found out my E-mail address and blocked it so I couldn't.

It's hard to get back in the habit of posting here. I had another lucid dream, but not anything I would write publicly. I'll try to remember now that school's out.

Dream #1
lucid: yes (DILD)

This is a REALLY long dream, and parts of it are certainly missing, mostly filled with blank patches. I was talking to my friend on his computer, and he had got a game called Morrowind. He said he accidentally erased all of it accept the main town, and he had edited that town to be the whole world. He invited me to look at it, and sent it to me over the chat. I clicked on it, and opened up the main file, but I could only see for an area of about 100 feet. He told me to push a button, and I could look around freely. So I did, and it filled up my entire field of vision until I was in the game. I didn't do anything special, though. My friend was talking to me over a phone that I had, and he guided me through some "levels". I was on level 6, which was a long hallway. Scattered at the side of the hallway was paintings. There was a window that led to a dark street on a city night. My friend said something to me over the phone, and I suddenly realized "He's been telling me that it's a good thing I'm dreaming, so I can do all of these things. I have to be dreaming!". A quick watch RC soon confirmed that I was dreaming. I looked outside and decided that's where I wanted to go. I tried to phase through the wall. I bumped into it. I looked outside the window and decided it was a better way to go, since I wouldn't have to do any visualization to change the scene. I also had an easier time imagining myself going through that. So I focused all of my concentration, and pushed through the window. My arm went in first, and the glass was really thick. I pushed through until my upper body was in, and the glass started to form in a bubble around me. When I was all the way through, the glass was almost liquid, and pushed out of its frame. I walked out of that and the glass went back to its normal form and again turned into a solid. I walked on for a bit and found my house. Wanting to look around, I went inside. I walk into what should be my parents' bedroom and it's much different. The walk in closet and the bedroom are now merged. I see a friend from school, in a tye-dye T-shirt and with a headband on, and I think he's been smoking something or other. I walk around and there's a tent set up, with another one of my friends hid behind it. Some short conversation, and the dream ended.

I'm back after a month and a half, and I have some weird dreams to report.

8/08/09
Dream #1
Lucid: No
Another one of my dreams with the voice in my head. In this dream, I start out in a house that isn't mine. Well, it's my exact house, but other people live there. Time froze, and then I got a voice in my head. It said something to me, almost in a riddle. Then, I looked to my right, and there was a girl my age on all fours up on one of the counters (the island, to be exact) she was wearing a very loose shirt, and it was hanging down. My luck, just as I noticed that and looked, time unfroze. She started yelling at me. Then time froze again, and my voice made a sarcastic comment. So, I walk into the master bedroom. My voice interjects with something along the lines of "This chapter has to do with clothes". I thought to myself "good, maybe they'll be coming off in the next room". (I was unusually perverted) The voice said "It's not what you think it is. But it does have to do with clothes." I push open the door, and there's a woman on the toilet. She yells "yeah, as in, CLOSE the door!" (punny, huh? The sense of humor my mind has...). So then, I close the door and time freezes again. My voice says "You're not very good at this, are you? *sigh* Listen, when you try to do bad things, bad things happen. Try doing something nice". Good advice, I figure. So I walk out into the kitchen with time still frozen. Ernie from George Lopez is standing there, except he's like 6 feet tall and has a 4 foot beer gut. I say to him "Ernie, you look like you've lost some weight". His beer gut slims, but is still there, and time unfreezes. He jumps up and down like a little girl and goes "really?! I was working out! I didn't think anybody would notice! I'm so happy!". The dream ended there.



8/09/09
Dream #1
lucid: no
This is a very long dream. And I get the feeling I've had it before. I'm in the house of some very rich person, and I feel I'm a guest there. It's a big mansion. For a while, all is going well. But then, some conspiracy unravels. I don't remember what it is. We're going to hide, so we can spy on the host. I'm with 3 kids, the youngest looks about 5, and the oldest (besides me) seems 14-ish. There are guards around. It seems, at this point, everything has hit the fan. I hear him coming, but the rest of my group doesn't. I slink into a side door that's supposedly a men's bathroom. It's a very big, meeting hall type room with a lot of extra doors inside leading to bathrooms. At this point,I notice a coin laying on the ground. I'm a coin collector, and apparently so is the guy in the dream. It's supposed to be the first gold penny ever minted (no such thing as far as I know). I can't read the date. I turn the coin until I can, but every time I do, it changes and becomes unreadable from that angle. Back in my prime, that would've been an insta-lucid. But I just thought I was having trouble reading it. Anyways, I don't remember what happens. It continues to go farther downhill. Now for some explanation of the recurring-dream thing. Another recurring part is that I always meet two people. One of them is the older brother from some TV show, and the other is a younger sister, not necessarily from the same show or even universe (in this case, Harry Potter and a sitcom called Still Standing). I run and find a room. The older brother is with me. In this case, it's Ron Weasley from Harry Potter. We lock the doors and get ready. The host is after us. I tell Ron (who unfortunately is just a normal person. Imagine Ron without ever having magic powers) to lock all the doors and find whatever weapons we can. We don't know if he's armed, but we're willing to fight him. I look around and find absolutely nothing. We seem to have locked ourselves in a school supply shop or something. There weren't even any scissors. I take a bunch of pens and pencils (my preferred school-fighting weapon because you can carry a lot, they're effective, and people don't know you have them) and shove them in my pockets, ready to attack the face. (coming up is the other recurring part) I leave that section of the room and go back to the entrance. I find one of the doors slightly open. I yell at Ron, asking him why he didn't lock it firmly. I try to close it, but he stops me. I try to push, but he's so much stronger. I look up at him. He nods at me, and for whatever reason, I trust him. At this point, the younger sister walks in. In this case, Lauren Miller from Still Standing. She looks at us and nods, also. I suddenly know the problem's been taken care of. Dream ends.

Dream #2
lucid: no
I don't remember much. I'm in a desolate city with an elite team. Think S.T.A.R.S from Resident Evil. But, at one point, I look around and know I'm all alone. And I'm scared.

Dream #3
lucid: no
My voice is back. Only this time, it's more like a narration. It sounds like one of my friends, like I'm listening to a story. I also see images. I only remember the very last part. She says something like "So 7 years I've been here. 7 long years. But I've picked up a thing or too. I've changed. I'm different than them now. And I've picked up a few things along the way. And now, it's time for me to put those to use". Now I'm looking at my arms. I'm holding a hunting rifle. (note, this is all going on while the above paragraph plays in my head). As she says "I'm different now. I've changed" I see a witch from Left 4 Dead walk out of the shadows. It's my friend. She lunges at me and attacks. I shoot a few times, hitting her in the stomach, but she gets to me first. That dream brought some pretty weird emotions.

Another weird dream last night.

Dream #1
lucid: no
For this dream, I was in school. It was the first day, and I was brand new to the school. As I walked down the path to go to the front door, a group of kids walked up. There must have been 40 of them. They assumed positions on the sidewalk and acted like normal kids. However, whenever I passed a group (4 or so in each group) they would give me a hard time. Each time I passed through one group, the next group would give me a harder challenge. When I got to the 9th group (there were 10) one of the kids starts giving me a really hard time. He won't let me through, he's yelling at me. Over to the side, I notice a pair of cops. Since we're not on school ground, and it's not violent yet, they can't do anything. Then the kid pushes me. I look over and notice the cops aren't paying attention. Then, the kid goes to kick me. I let him raise his foot, and then grab him by the ankle. Then I hit him right in the crotch, and he falls down to his knees in pain. I notice that just then, the cops are looking my way. They yell for me to get down. I get down, put my hands over my head, and then I watch one of them stand up. He pulls out his gun -- a Glock .40 -- and cocks it. Then he takes the safety off. Let me tell you right now, if you've never had a gun cocked in your face, it's a terrifying experience (even in a dream). He said he had to do it for safety precautions. Then another cop came, holding an M4. They were both pointed at me, because they thought I started the fight. They help the other guy up while they wait for another car to come and get me. Then, they're all friendly to the other guy-- the guy that originally attacked me. They even let the kid hold and fire his taser. At this point, the sidewalk has morphed into a dock with wires, and we're looking out at the ocean. When he fires the taser, it's actually a rifle. He fires it, and two electrically charged bolos shoot out of the end. They fly for a good quarter to a half of a mile, glowing bright white the whole time, until it eventually falls into the ocean. By this point, some competent police show up and start asking questions. They finally figure out that I was the one who was attacked, and defended myself. They let me off, with a warning to be careful about what I do, and then they take the other guy away. One of the rent-a-cops walks back inside. I see a small box laying where he was, and I pick it up. It's a box of .40 caliber bullets. I run inside and find him, turn them over to him. With just a very simple "thanks" he walks off. Then, I go to where he walked, only I go to the left instead of the right. It's the back of the school. But it looks like a store I went to a couple of times when I was very little (I see it about once a year in my dreams). I ask one of the teachers what happened. She tells me that, since they turned into a private school, they were able to reduce the number of students to under 400, and didn't need the extra room so they rented it out. (IRL, Florida has the least funding per student of any state in the country). I then go on with my day. I try to go to my first class-- and then realize I have no clue where it's at. I don't have a schedule. I don't know what class to go to first. I don't even know where my classes are. I vaguely remember asking a teacher about it, but I got a very mean response and don't remember anything after that.

Dream #2
Lucid: no
I was in a square room. White floors. There were two different levels, with a ladder in every corner. I look up, and see there's no roof. There's nothing outside. Only a skybox (the term for the boundary/sky in video games). I'm actually in a game of Left 4 Dead. There are zombies all around, and I'm armed only with a hunting rifle (a seemingly unlimited amount of ammo) and a molotov cocktail. I shoot a bunch of zombies with the hunting rifle. They're falling in huge numbers before me. I never miss a shot, get 15 shots per clip, and each shot can go through 3 or 4 zombies. You do the math. At one point, a VERY large herd comes, but I throw the molotov cocktail and light them all up. At this point, comes a tank. A zombie about 12-15 feet tall, with muscles as big around as a person. I shoot it with multiple clips. I even light it on fire (all the muscle burns quickly, so it's weak to fire). But it's still running. I see what could be my salvation-- a water tower with a latticework of metal running up and down it. I climb that, and start shooting at it. However, the tank climbs it too-- something i thought impossible. I jump away and it hits me with a massive fist. I get up, now limping, and climp up, as it tries to jump down and follow me. I'm up at the top, and shoot it. It climbs up a few feet. I empty an entire clip into its head and kill it, but not before it leaps and swings its massive fist like a pendulum. I'm knocked 20 feet above where I was, and didn't really have time to think anything before I fall the full 60 feet and hit the ground, breaking my spine. Dream ends.

I've been using the Dream Journal program lately, and until I can figure out how to make it automatically publish to this page, I won't be updating. Rest assured I am back, though.

I'm actually going to be using THIS one until further notice. Had a couple of interesting dreams these last two nights.

11/19/09
Lucid: yes
Type: DILD
This dream is a little weird, and starts out at my school. In the beginning, there is a little bit of dream-gibberish banter between me and one of my teachers that I filtered out. Afterwards, I leave the classroom because school's over. Already the sun's setting on an eerie night. The school is only very slightly reminiscent of mine because of it's open campus, but other than that, pretty different. Anyways, I'm now sitting at a small table like the one you would find in the outside section of a restaurant. One of the girls I know (who recently moved and was just about to move in the dream) sat down next to me and said she needed to talk to someone. We had some sort of conversation, which I can't quite remember, but I get the feeling that it was quite unfulfilling. Then she walks off, and the sun is gone now. Something about the sky is weird (warning: rant). It was somehow darker than anything I'd seen, perfectly dark, but I could see through it. The air was charged with some sort of power, or electricity.
I'm still at school. It's now obviously very late, and something's about to happen. Then I meet somebody supposedly from my school. I don't remember exactly what he looked like, but I get the impression it was a look sort of like Prototype. I think he was wearing a gray hoody and dark jeans. He says something and I follow him. He takes me over to the courtyard in my school, surrounded by the octagon-shaped buildings. We're now in the courtyard, and something's different. I think he's taken me under his wing, or recruited me for something. At this point, he's giving me a lesson, and tells me to watch. He runs up the brick wall of one of the buildings, crushing the bricks as he walks. He then tells me that it's all a power he's unlocked. He tries to get me to realize that I can do anything that I truly believe (sound familiar, anyone?). To prove his point, he places his foot on one of the lunch tables and crushes it. Then he tells me to try. I run along a bench, crushing it with every footstep. Then I kick clean through a table. Something click in me that I'm dreaming (maybe I realized it was more likely that then the fact that I was living in a The Matrix). I follow him now, after smashing everything around me. I punch a dumpster and it crumples in side ways. I look at him now, and he's picking up the Dean's car (in front of the Dean) and smashed it into the ground. I realized the dream was quickly fading. I rub my hands together, paying special attention to the feeling. It's no good. I woke up shortly after.

Dream #2
Lucid: no
False Awakening
Just after the last dream. I wake up slowly, the darkness disappearing. I see my hands first, and I'm still rubbing them together. Thinking I must have been doing that in my sleep, I shrug it off. I figure I should do a reality check, but I really have to pee. I look at the clock, and it's 3:00 in the morning (changes to 5:20 the next time I look, but I wasn't paying attention). Immediately I notice something weird's going on. Every light in the house is on, and all of the doors in that hallway are open ( I didn't get to see the front or back door ). I question it, but I really needed to pee, so I went into the bathroom (also open, with the lights on). I look at myself in the mirror and look perfectly normal. Then, as I go to use the toilet, the door opens. I don't see anything there or in the mirror. The dream ends as I walk out of the bathroom door.


11/21/09
Lucid: no
I'm in my school. Some kind of sickness is going around. Keep in mind that this dream seems to take place over several days. I go through like a normal school day ( in the dream ) for a while, until it becomes clear that tons of people are getting sick, and it's dangerous. I don't remember what it was (some cliche. Zombies, or plague or something). Throughout the dream, I'm getting more and more sick. One day, I hear that they are planning to bomb Manhattan (on the opposite side of the country from my real home, but apparently where I live in the dream) the dream ends as I'm trying to figure out if it's true and trying to get out.