Thread: Abu Dhabi's Recordings

Dream #2

Name: The Virus.
Engine: Distorted real world, gravity works strangely.
Duration: Long.
Lucidity: None whatsover.
Note: NIGHTMARE.

I was at my grandparents farm, a place with lots of animals and fields. Everyone was acting odd, as if somethind was wrong. I explored for a long time, investigated. I found out that the cause for the odd behavior was fear. My family feared what was happening with the chickens. I noticed it too, and was alarmed, because chickens were my favorite animals. They seemed to have cought some sort of sickness, a virus that changed their brains. I saw many time X-rays of the chickens heads with indication of the change. I was very afraid. I was afraid I would catch it. The virus seemed to consume the brain matter and convert it into clock-work, driving the chickens insane. I was growing insane also. I wanted to escape. The world seemed to grow even more distorted and scary. Worrying myself to death, I noticed I caught the sickness from the chickens. I had to get away. I ran out of the farm and ran down the road as the virus consumed my brain. I turned into a path between two fields, leading towards the church. The borders of the path were outlined by cabbages growing in identical distances. They emanated fatal danger. I walked on trying not to touch any of them, but I repeatedly lost my footing and leaned upon them. Time seemed to slow into eternity as I descended to my doom. I could sense a gnarled witch laughing at me.

Dream #3

Name: Pascal++.
Engine: Strictly focused foggy real mechanics.
Duration: Short.
Lucidity: None.
Note: Happened recently. First remembered dream in a while, been nice to have, since when I started to actually enjoy my life, I forgot my dreams at waking.

I was in school. For some reason it didin't suprise me to find myself alone or I just ignored everybody. I had a feeling of having to do a task. The task was extremely important, I could not refuse it, it seemed as obvious that I should do it as that the sun shines. Yet I didin't know what it was. The only clue was a feeling that I need to know how to programm. I didin't ask which language, it seemed obvious as day to me that I should learn The Language. So I did. I had a vague understanding of the syntax as my teacher/master explained to me the intricacies of the language. He seemed to resemble my Computer Science teacher in real life, but more oriental. The language itself resembled a strange mix of Pascal, C++ and somethig else I have never met before in programming.

Dream #4

Name: Party #2
Engine: Good imitation of reality, dusk.
Duration: Medium long.
Lucidity: Final.
Note: Todays dream, at the end I had a REALLY strong thought that it wasn't real. I thought back "Why?" and I woke up. I had a dream similar to this, that is, similar location and people but different plot.

I was in a strange city, seemed to be somewhere abroad. Also seemed familiar to me. I had a couple of friends with me, whom I didin't recognize except for a feeling of knowing them from somewhere. My best friend was among them. I worked at some mansion on the outskirts as a servant. Then I beat up some stupid kid for speaking his communist/nazi beliefs to me in an arrogant manner. For an unknown from on then, I was hated at party clubs and the such, but not even recognized in the rest of the town. Illogically, I needed to go to such clubs. One of my friends, whom I didin't know, said he had an idea. It consisted of dressing me up in a gorilla suit and walking in the club. For an unknown reason, instead of being outraged at it, I was amused. I thought of walking across town in my new apparel and taking pleasure out of the simple fact of doing it. I saw a hologram ad behind my friend on a brick wall. I knew painted ads couldn't have holograms and change the pictures, but I reasoned it was an illusion - it was really a hologram ad hung on a white painted border. I was going to the club and thinking that whatever happens this isn't real and I can undo it.

Dream #5

Name: Strange Land
Engine: Very focused reality.
Duration: Longish with lots of filler.
Lucidity: No.
Note: Can't remember much, hard to do a chronology. When I say a Lord, I mean not an aristocrat but rather a sort of magician from Donaldson's Thomas Covenant Unbeliever series.

It seemed to be taking place in the same city I dreamed before. Also a manshion was present. A woman, a Lord, dies due to some vile magic. She is lying in her death-bed and laments her helplessness. A young, black man named Jack dies too, one of his male siblings comes to mourn his death.

Dream #6

Name: Best Thing Since Sliced Bread
Engine: Unreality, fantasy.
Duration: All-nighter.
Lucidity: Several times.
Note: Wow. I won't describe the plot here, because it is too chaotic, fragmented and forgotten by now, but let me tell you it had:
Crazy Killer Mammoths
Two Anthropomorphic Visualizatiions of Death
A Catgirl
Random Body Dismemberment
Lots and lots of Nazi Cannon Fodder
Several Hostile Djinns
Gnolls
A hidden Treasure/Archive Room
Various Other Cool Things I Forgot

Just wow.

Dream #7

Name: Dirt Farm
Engine: Ever played the incredible machine? This is a reality warped to match the working of contraptions.
Duration: Moderate length.
Lucidity: No, but almost.
Note: This isn't as cool as last night's dream but it's hell'a funny. I didin't realize it was funny, though, until I woke up.

Me and one of my friends decided to make some cash and bought the Right To Live In The State Of Oregon* (Oregon appeared to be a 10x10 yard dirt farm in the middle of some backwater town). We founded a feather-catching business and got to work. We moved the junk present in the yard into a heap and surrounded it with a fence, while showing the previous owner of the land around (he was a complete retard or chronic slow-thinker as if he inhabited a world twenty times slower than ours). We had to get acceptance of the town sheriff on our business which was basically catching feather into a fence blown into it by a fan positioned on the junk heap. To get the demostration to work we had to scare some chickens in the neighbor's coop, our contraption worked somewhat, but still let most feathers go. The sheriff, a complete retard, was amazed at our ingenuity and promised to approve of our venture, after some delicate modifications.

*So only we had the right, all others were on our mercy. The RTLITSOO is NOT some stupid paper which tells people that you're here legally, it tells people that you ARE the law here.

Oh, yes, commenting welcome.

Dream #8


Name: Joy Ride
Engine: Real reality, summer.
Duration: Short.
Lucidity: Not really.
Note: My father doesn't own such a weenie-looking motorcycle. I know how to ride, but I'm not very good at it. A ride like this probably would have ended at the first tree. And just at the end, my father woke me up, because I have school.

I was at the Sports Hall in a town next to mine. A motorcle was parked near the entrance. Nobody was watching. I thought that the motorcycle was my father's and decided to ride home. So, without satrting it up I just hopped on and took off. I was riding through the town next to mine, passed several police cars but none stopped me. I was afraid thois would happen because I don't have a license. After several accidents with other cars and street decorations, I was home. By this time I had realized that I stole this bike and I needed to hide it. So I went up to the forest - the motorcycle wouln't start again. I thought about leaving it at a junk heap near the dunes so someoe would find it, of course I would wipe clean my hand prints.

Dream #9


Name: You can't hear me!
Engine: Afternoon TPP, school.
Duration: Short. Waaay too short.
Lucidity: YES! YES! YES!
Note: Goddamnit! My first fully lucid dream. No special dream signs occured, I just felt the sensation that I don't have to worry because it's a dream - and it was.

I was at school with my RL best friend. We were walking down the school corridor and we wanted to go to my place for a session (several hours straight, this might seem little, but we live quite a distance apart and end school late so a lot of synchronization is needed) of Alien Crossfire. As we were walking towards the raiment lockers, my attention was caught by the Changes (Changes is a piece of paper on the notice board which denotes which lessons won't be taking place, among other things, a very important thing). I wa suprised to find it done non-standard - in color coding. By the time I found my classes sheet (I thought the Changes were done by a substitute teacher or something), my friend had a huge lead on me. I couldn't catch up, even running. I yelled at him to wait, but he wasn't able to hear me (I knew this, although from no discernable source or deduction). Then a thought struck me that I don't have to worry because this is a dream and I can make him apear anywhere I choose. I did just that, he was beside me once more. In the locker room, I started to explore my dream. I've read somewhere (this site, maybe, even) that in dreams doorknobs and doorhandles don't work. So I tested that, we have handles and locks on our lockers. The handles worked alright, but the locks didin't. Though the lockers are locked with a key by default, I was able to open them as though they weren't locked. Then, suddenly, I realized that I was waking up. Either it was my father trying to wake me, or my feet were cold. I was in a place of darkness that is my un-sleep. But I wanted to dream more. I willed myself back to Dreamland. It worked! The scenery had changed, though. The layout of my school was strange. I met some girls from my class. Since this was a dream I wanted to fuck, and attempted just that. Unfortunately, the girl I was trying to bed didin't want to have sex in the men's room (I didin't find that idea very good either, because of the smoking people that resided there) and the girl's room was nowhere to be found. I searched my mind-map of the school for a suitable private place and found it, it was a sealed office on the 2nd floor. It was sealed by a bolt and padlock but since locks didin't work, I figured padlocks wouldn't either. I was heading there, but some guy whom I didin't recognize but who seemed to know me dragged me to a party just one room right of the office I was going to. Another of my friends who was accompanying this guy gave me a 1 Euro he didn't owe, but he thought he did. We entered my Polish Classroom and I was suprised to see it turned into a rave party hall, where my Polish teacher was DJ. That was when my cold feet finally woke me up.

Dream #10


Name: Drop the remote!
Engine: Narrator View.
Duration: Not sure.
Lucidity: No.
Note: I dreamed about a guy who suddenly finds himself a girl and does some pretty crazy shit. The really interresting thing is that the Auto-Wake in the TV woke me up to see some picture about A GUY BEING A GIRL! I turned the set off before the confusion fried my CPU.

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