Thread: Yosemine's Dream Journal 2009

Last night I slept in short bursts, so I only remember fragments. But hey, that's better than nothing.

Friday 1/2/09

Dream Fragments

Fragment 1: I was watching some band play a song in a magic store. I do not remember how it went, but what struck me as really odd was that one of the drums was coated in like a metal "sandpaper" type of material. I kept wondering if the drummer would rub his hands raw eventually.

Fragment 2: I was driving the family car, even though I should only get my permit in a couple weeks. I was also alone, so even if I had a permit it would be illegal... I was driving alright down a familiar street and had to go take a left turn. I noticed there was no actual left turn lane, but it was a small road so I just went as much to the left as possible in my direction, and finding nobody around turned left. I took a little turn, and made sure to look out for kids playing. I didn't see any until I almost passed them, and was scared that I wouldn't notice them. Then I got out of the car, and started towards a house where my mom takes care of a baby for money.

Still didn't recall much but the basics. At least I'm trying for the new year though. It feels so weird being on page 1 instead of page 10. The dreams I recalled aren't particularly interesting unfortunately. I separated my fragments today because I know they had a ton more than I remember, and don't feel right being thrown together.

Saturday 1/3/09

Cycling in New York City

In this short dream I started out walking in a place I understood to be New York City. Details are hazy, but it was a sunny day, and I was taken back by the complete lack of other pedestrians and drivers. It was like the city was empty. I walked into a building and met a woman, whom I asked if I could rent a bicycle from. Quickly then I realized that New York wasn't the best place for riding a bicycle, and said to her, "Nevermind, this place isn't great for cycling." She answered back, "Yeah, you should just walk around New York City." I walked out of the building.

Distorted World Map

Unsurprisingly, I started this dream looking at a map of the world. I instantly noticed that the U.S. was far, far too big, and was drawn very rectangular and colored in like it's flag. I didn't think much of this matter, because I was distracted by an interesting toy. Basically, there were these plastic balls with four magnets stuck around their sides. The magnets on other plastic balls were not attracted to each other, but there were tiny metal balls which they would stick to. This made it so that if you had enough of both and put them into a container, they would end up sticking together automatically and take the container's shape. I had a heart shaped container and tested it out.

Dream Fragment: Marble Chocking Danger

In this fragment, there was a baby I understood to be my cousin in the house, and also a lot of marbles laying around. I frantically was picking them all off the floor so he wouldn't swallow them.

Dream Fragment: Call of Duty World at War and Fallout 3 Combination

In this game I understood myself to be playing CODWaW, but the combat was a lot like Fallout 3. I shot some enemies, but they didn't die and all ran away. Then I got onto a rooftop and hid behind some plant that was growing there and tried to snipe. It occurred to me that I must be playing online, and that this was an excellent map, having false memories about a village I had passed in the game.

Finally, my first 'proper' dream of the year. It was pretty alright, although maybe a little too realistic for my liking. Don't give up on me yet, I'll have interesting dreams again sooner or later.

Sunday 1/4/09

My 25 Cent Box of Tools

I started this dream in the house of one of my relatives that lives in Los Angeles in reality. For some reason, because I had a girlfriend in the dream I had inherited the whole house, which a paper I got revealed was worth $700,000 when houses were at their peak in price. My mom, however, was angered that I didn't get more, and I didn't understand why you'd want more than a house. Soon, I forgot about this, because I was given a box of tools my relatives told me they had bought for 25 cents. Opening it up, I found many knifes (some fold able, some not), a lighter, and this computer that functioned as a pedometer and a cyclocomputer. The instructions for it had pictures of what it could be used for, which is how I knew, because I didn't feel like reading it. My mom and I then removed some knives from the toolbox because I understood we were going on a plane, and these items wouldn't be allowed on the plane, and I wanted to take the toolbox with me to hunt through it some more. Then the dream skipped and I was at airport security, and they took some superglue I had in my box of tools. When the dream skipped and I was on the plane, I wanted to buy some food. Luckily for me, there was a mini restaurant in the plane. The lady at the register told me a meal cost a whopping $39, before adding that a grilled cheese sandwich was only 300-something cents. That I could spare. A man next to the lady took a straw full of liquid cheese, sucked out the cheese, and stuffed it into a cup full of the stuff. I was pretty disgusted, but took the cup anyway, exchanging the straw for a new one. What was this, some do it yourself grilled cheese sandwich, I wondered. I began to talk to my mom about it, and she said she'd get me bread. Then I noticed something funny; airport security had taken my super glue, but I still had my lighter. I tried to tell my mom that, but of course I had to be careful nobody else found out, so I showed her via hand signals. When I finally sat in my seat near the front of the plane, I heard some friendly sounding radio chatter and the pilot laughing, then the revving of jet engines until we took off. I got a little worried now. After the restaurant incident, these people didn't seem too qualified to fly a plane... A guy came out and showed us "how to put on your parachutes." Parachutes? That must be a new feature. It was really only a backpack with a single buckle strapped around your chest, but I felt safer knowing it was there. Then he started talking about turbulence, and said, "It'll get pretty bumpy, only really in the back, not so much in the front," then looking straight at me humorously added, "unfortunately." "Unfortunately?!" I blurted out. Then I noticed it was just a joke. I looked around the plane, noting the window for the plane was massive. I really wanted to go out to the window and just stare out of it, but first I needed to check how to operate my parachute. The text on the tag of my chute was too small to read properly, and soon I just started seeing pictures of a painting called the "Mammoth Mamut," but it was actually a painting of the outline of a jellyfish, drawn in red, against the blue of the sea.

So, I did remember a boring dream from last night, which I will record in brief because, other than being extremely boring, I have to get ready for school in ten minutes.

Wednesday 1/7/09

Flat Tires

Briefly, I rode my bicycle in this dream, and walked up a steep hill. It was a place where in real life cars drive dangerously close to the curb, so I prefer to walk my bike on the dirt strip next to it. When I got to the top, a man in a white car signaled me to go, and I walked into the street for a second before going on the strip. Long story short, eventually I found that my back tire was flat. I somehow met up with my dad, and my bicycle morphed into some weird moped, which he drifted around "to get the dirt off." Then I noticed my front tire was flat too. I don't understand the connection, but then my dream switched to some even more boring mall where I was looking for my friends.

I actually recalled a dream from last night. The past couple nights I did recall "dreams" as in, I recalled how I felt in the dream, if you know what I mean, but not what the dream was about. My dream from last night also wasn't very interesting (boring dreams this year?), but still, a dream's a dream.

Friday 1/9/09

Railway Pedestrian Crossing

The furthest back I can remember is leaving the house with my mom, shoeless. I wanted to go back for my shoes, but my mom said it was too late. The place we walked was slanted to the right, and very narrow. I thought to myself that it was a "rather stupid bike path." Soon it widened and became a gravel road. Out of nowhere, a mechanical arm gate swung down and stopped me from going farther. I noticed my big toe (in black socks), was inside a loop that was apparently a moving part in the mechanism. I quickly took my toe out, and considered myself very lucky to have caught myself before the arm went back up; my toe could have been crushed. I looked forward and saw a rectangular metal sheet slide across a my field of view, as if to hide the train that was supposedly coming. The arm lifted and we kept walking. My recall becomes hazy at this point, but there was a funny conversation about my brother patting people on the back, and how it was becoming excessive. During this conversation, I was walking towards a place that evidently was a bakery. Outside it I saw a girl staring at a chocolate "funnel" cake, as if debating whether it was worth eating the mysterious thing that God-knows-who had left behind. Inside the bakery there were some really great looking cakes. I looked at the prices; they were fairly reasonable at $2.99 for a decent sized mini-cake. Then, all of a sudden, the store took a change and the focus of the whole store became alarm clocks! I remembered how I don't really like my alarm clock, and wanted to buy a new one. There was this massive calculator/alarm clock/laptop mix I saw at the bottom, but I promptly woke up... a minute before the alarm rings.

Fragment of a Dream Fragment

So short, but I keep thinking of it so I had to edit it in. In this dream, I was listening to music, but my mind kept telling me there was something different about it. For a moment I understood what it was (something about the beats), but I can't recall it now, and I'm left wondering if it was something significant, or silly dream logic. Knowing me, I'm rooting for the latter.

I had tons of dreams and dream fragments last night, but I'm having trouble recalling them. In fact, now I only remember one... I set an alarm at 4:50 to WILD, stupidly not realizing I set it to 4:50 PM instead of 4:50 AM. I'll try again tonight.

Saturday 1/10/09

Sand Overhang

In the beginning of this very short dream, I was riding my bicycle down a long hill. I was on the sidewalk, and felt bad about it because there were a lot of pedestrians, but cars were driving within inches of the curb so I didn't want to go in the street. When I got to the bottom of the hill, I just crossed the street and started to go up on the opposite side. I thought I'd just go in the street since apparently this side looked safe. I chickened out and got on the sidewalk again soon when cars were passing way, way too close for comfort. Then, the sidewalk took a crazy turn to the right. I saw another cyclist completely ignore the turn and continue to go straight, because the sidewalk just looped back eventually. I felt stupid for not realizing I could do this, but being an interesting detour I didn't care much. In the end I got to an interesting place; there was a completely flat and hard dirt ground (in the middle of a very urban area), and right next to it was this "sand mountain" which seemed to have a core of rock, but was covered in a foot or so of sand. Interested, I looked up to the top; it was a slope of maybe 45 degrees, and there were people up there looking over the edge. I started to ascend the mountain, but the sun was directly in my eyes. I did reach the top, but unfortunately I didn't get to look over the edge because I the dream scene shifted and I was in a weird airplane ride, but I could rewind what I was seeing. All I remember is that it was dark, and I think there was some magic involved.

Last night I finally remembered a dream, because I made sure to go to bed early to increase those chances. It's not very interesting either (I'm wondering whether this year's dream will be nothing but boring), but it's a step in the right direction. It was also a dream where I was basically fully conscious and aware of my choices, which I like. I also had this years dream sign: a bicycle, and last years: riding a bus, and all time: running slow.

Wednesday 1/14/09

Bicycle on the Bus

I'm starting to wonder whether all my dreams this year will involve my bicycle (dream sign if anything, I should start reality checking when I see it). In the beginning, details are vague and I can only remember being among a group of friends and discussing whether riding a bicycle could be considered exercise. I got mad because they all seemed to think that someone could bike forever and never get tired, hence biking was only for lazy people, and I left. Somewhere along the way I boarded a bus (still with my bicycle), though if I really did this or if the scene switched I don't know. I looked out the window and passed a bicycle shop. I saluted the people inside, just to confuse them. When I got off the bus, I realized I had never taken my bicycle! I also noticed I had a geometry book in my arms, which was pretty heavy. I started to run to catch the bus, but the book was slowing me down and inhibiting my arm movements. I "sprinted," really hardly moving faster than a jog speed, no matter how I tried. I found that running backwards, I'd actually run significantly faster, but felt like I was going to fall, so I switched back. Finally I hit the end of this long road, which overall had taken me through a small city arranged in grid form. I entered a tunnel on my right, and saw police describing some crash that happened between buses, and how they took out all the stuff on the bus and put it into a room.

I examined the room, hoping to find my bike, but to no success. I did find a nice lawn chair, which I subsequently "remembered" I had left on the bus also. What I was doing with a lawn chair and a bike on a bus is anyone's guess. An older couple told me it was their chair, and on second examination I decided they were right, and gave it back. I supposed my bus wasn't involved in the crash and started to keep going around the block, hoping to find my bus (or maybe have it find me). Eventually I reached this shed I wanted to go through, which had the title of a children's story and required me to go all the way around the block again (I hadn't thought of going back where I came from). Some kids threw fairly large rocks and wood chunks aimed at my head and I let loose a pretty harsh comment I won't bother reprinting here (let's just say it involved snapping their necks)... I walked a little more before seeing my dad on his motorcycle signal me to get on. I told him where to go, and we drove over there. I had also remembered that I had forgotten my geometry book in that tunnel, so we went there first. Then, out of curiosity, I hunted through some of the things that were laying around, and found a marble run. I took it out of the box, (it was a simple one where you just put a marble on top and have it roll to the left, fall, roll the the right, fall, etc. What was interesting was that the marble would roll uphill. I experimented with this until my alarm rang and I awoke.

Dream Fragment: Trampoline

In this fragment we had a ten foot trampoline in "our" backyard, though it looked very different. I also seemed to have a pet, because there was a massive animal cage next to it.

I checked out Exploring the World of Lucid Dreaming for the second time in order to try to motivate me to have lucid dreams. I read it just before falling asleep, and am happy to report that it gave me that "eerie" and "unexplored" feeling again I used to have when I first joined. No, I didn't lucid dream, but I remember one dream. It had some interesting parts, but unfortunately my dreams this year as still seemingly dull.

Thursday 1/15/09

Those sights are off...

The first part of this dream I remember was when I saw my two aunts that apparently had come to visit all the way from Israel. I was really happy and hugged both. Honestly though, something wasn't right about the hugs, and I tried to resist admitting that to myself, because if I was in denial about what was happening I could enjoy this while it lasted. Almost like I blocked out lucidity. The scene skipped and I was leaving school. I saw a huge guy start to warn me about the people around me, saying that they were dangerous and that I was too skinny and weak to be messing with them. I had to agree with that second part, but I didn't notice anyone dangerous. Besides, at my school I'm on everybody's good side or on no side of them at all, what harm could come? Actually, none really. I simply walked to my bike as usual (there's the bicycle again) to open the lock and ride home. It was then that I noticed that I had locked up my bicycle in two pieces. One was the body frame and back wheel, and the other was the front wheel and handlebars. I had never recalled my bike being able to come apart, much less in this way, but I didn't question that much when I noticed both my front and back wheels were almost flat. I decided I'd ride it home anyway, and then, finally, my dream started getting a little weird.

The first thing I noticed was a line of people, single file and stretching back hundreds upon hundreds of feet, all waiting to cross the road. Also, there was a point where about half the line crossed the road, and those that remained did not advance to the crosswalk but just stayed in the same position. This went on for a while, until someone near the back shouted "move up!" which they were all happy to oblige to. "What a bunch of idiots," I thought, as I started climbing up playground equipment which was just there. I passed a few people, not paying much attention, until I noticed I was carrying a BB gun. I intuitively knew my sights were off, and so hitting any far target would prove to be useless. When I got off the playground, I was greeted with a few people from far away running at me, also armed with BB guns. I aimed at them with my BB, then remembered my sights were off and put the gun down since the only chance I had now was surrender. They got there just as I placed the gun on the ground, and still sitting I raised both arms. I knew these guys from some classes of mine, and I was hit with the "why the hell am I doing this anyway?" factor. Two aimed a little off from me, as if to accept the surrender, but one kept pointing right at my head, and this was not just a BB gun, it was a real firearm. I looked into the muzzle, with the usual lack of emotion my dreams have. I had a feeling he would shoot me. I felt stupid for surrendering. I saw a muzzle flash, then nothing, and the scene switched once more.

For a moment I was involved in a dream plot about a weird sect of the Christian religion, where someone was trying to make me convert and another was telling me that religion was false or something. Both annoyed me so I yelled "I'm an Atheist" just to shut them up, and left. There was a final scene change and I was sitting next to my dad on the sofa. There was a knock at the door. My dad got up, and I heard the door opening, then an old man murmuring things I couldn't make out. My dad told the man no, closed the door, and I asked him what had happened. "It was the neighbor," he said "he says he heard another plane coming but never saw it pass overhead." I "remembered" that our neighbor was compiling airplane conspiracy theories.

Extra Comments

I felt like writing extra about this somewhat uneventful dream; mostly about my bicycle. I think it is interesting that I've been having so many dreams involving it lately. Granted, I ride my bicycle to and from school every day, but people ride their cars to and from work every day and may rarely dream of them. I think that one reason is that, literally, for my whole life this bicycle existed. I rode on the back of it on an attachable seat as a baby, inherited it when I was around ten, and obsessively rode it around basically every major (and almost every minor) road within an eight mile radius. Of course then, I would be deeply attached to it. However, though I used to dream of my bicycle before, it was never on a nightly basis. I'm left wondering if it is my very wonder of why I keep dreaming of my bicycle, that results in dreams of my bicycle! At any rate, I have now adopted a "see bicycle, do a reality check," attitude toward my bike in hope that perhaps I can milk the opportunity for all it's worth.

Secondly, I am interested in the way I was about to shoot people for no apparent reason. It is kind of eerie to think that I simply had a gun, and seeing people in the distance, wanted to shoot them. Obviously, there's a lot of dream logic involved, but what I find most weird is that I had nothing against those figures in the background to begin with. I've noticed this with many guns in my dreams; it's like I just know that this isn't real. When I was shot in this dream, it wasn't dramatic or anything. I knew the guy would shoot me, I looked into the barrel, and without fear at all waited to be shot. When my vision faded to black I wasn't alarmed in the slightest either. Anyway, I thought that was interesting.

Well, I've decided if I want to get serious, I have to record everything I remember, even if that means fragments of fragments. I know last nights dreams were interesting, but I can't remember then, so let's record what I know.

Friday 1/16/09

Dream Fragment: Monopoly

I had one fragment where I was in a third person point of view, and I saw a group of three people standing around behind a little kitchen island. They had a Monopoly board set up, that looked as if all had just stopped mid-game, and someone counting his Monopoly money. Also was a younger person, maybe twelve, that started to pour an orange liquid into a cup, but the liquid seemed to fill up an invisible cup above the other cup. The child's father came and "zapped" the cup magically, both changing the color of the liquid from orange to yellow, and making the invisible cup, well, vanish. All the liquid then poured into the cup below. Since magic is only an illusion, I only thought, "nice trick."

Dream Flashbacks

Dream flashbacks are shorter than fragments; they are just little flashes of emotion, or the gist of what I was doing. I had one of these last night.

~The area around me is a light grey, and I have to get up to higher ground. The need to get up to higher ground is not really for my safety, but because I think I will have some technical tests run up there.

I guess in a way my prayers for more interesting dreams have been answered with a dream full of pure creepiness last night. I didn't get lucid in any of my dreams (I woke up many times either not remembering a thing, or only a fragment), and can only remember two dreams that I had later in the morning. My second one is funny, because even while in the dream I was convinced it was a video game.

Saturday 1/17/09

Spontaneous Combustion

This dream was messed up. I was sitting with my dad, and we went to YouTube. We saw a list of videos, and we clicked on one of this fat girl, which being quite a normal thing wasn't distrubing in the slightest. Then we clicked a link and got to the next video. The video was dark and filled my entire view. It had this old lady standing in front of a sheet of glass. I was a little scared because of the darkness, and the lack of color, but then she moved aside a little and I saw something a little worse... On a bed behind her were these two skeletons (or people so skinny they make me look obese, and I'm 5'7 and 112 pounds), having sex on the bed. That may sound funny now; it is funny now, but you can imagine how much that disturbed me in the dream. We switched to a second screen, this one was only a picture. My dad laughed, and said, "Spontaneous combustion." I could now see that one girl in the middle of getting up from a lying position was literally on fire, and it wasn't hard to see that she was screaming. "How the hell do you think this is funny?" I yelled at my dad, scared now that apparently spontaneous combustion was real. Finally the dream took a funnier turn to things. It was an Ebay advertisement selling a "Giant Mango." It had a description which read something like, "It used to eat people, but by means of a button it will now only eat fruits," showing the mango next to another mango it was about to eat. I laughed at this obviously fake advertisement, especially at the way that the "giant" mango was simply a normal mango with a picture taken up close to the camera lens against a large table.

This sound is phenomenal!

In the beginning of this dream, I saw my brother playing what I understood to be a Medal of Honor game. I "remembered" the part he was at, in which a ridiculous amount of helicopters seemed interested only in killing him. My brother would shoot maybe one or two shots and the helicopter would go down. "How do you do that?" I asked him, but didn't get an answer. Soon enough, I started to mesh into the dream scene. Without really noticing, I had become swept into the game, but the "graphics" were no different from real life. It was a colorful place, and we had to cross this river/pond to get to the other side and continue our (one man) attack. I stood on a square stepping stone in the pond and looked into the water, which was a very pretty blue, fully expecting that while crossing I'd have to shoot some sharpshooter in a tree. I also told myself not to fall into the water; this was a video game and I would drown and have to restart at the last checkpoint. I started to walk across the pond, stepping stone to stepping stone, fully realizing that there wouldn't be a stepping stone like this in a pond, but hey, this was a video game. I had to actually jump across a few gaps, but I finally crossed the pond and was left on a concrete structure floating on the edge of the pond. On my right was a children's playground. What was this doing in the middle of a war? Maybe to add some emotion to the game? Being a video game, I realized I probably couldn't get away with doing some clever things to make it over the last bit of water, so I had to go the preplanned route- a concrete wall about six to eight inches wide which was slightly submerged in the water.

I started across, but evidently fell off or something, because I was respawned back on the original flat concrete area. The concrete wall had become a long wooden plank painted white, with a wooden railing on the right (not painted). I figured the game must have sensed that the other task was difficult for me and had made it easier. I went on and started walking toward a tree. There were a couple people in front and behind me now. I then noticed the edge of the pond and felt dumb; why had I not just walked around? Of course... the answer dawned on me; this was a video game, and I wouldn't be able to do so. I also noticed something else. The railing made the most convincing sound when tapped, and changed depending on how I hit it. "This sound is phenomenal!" I exclaimed, recalling a few video game reviews that praised Medal of Honor: Allied Assault's sound. I had reached the end of the plank, and saw a kid I know, with a leather helmet and goggles, fly up and caw like an eagle (fairly realistic caw, I noticed, but it lacked a certain extra tone to it). I wondered why they'd use a human to take the place of an eagle, but whatever. Then a team member of mine climbed into a tree and brought down a fake baby made of foam. Instead of a video game, I now appear to have been taking place in a play. I saw my team members cry silly, computer animated, and cell shaded tears. We all went to the playground.

I confronted a crying woman; obviously the game wanted me to return her lost kid. I showed the kid to her (which now was only a tiny little Styrofoam person with a skull for a head), and she thanked me and also became a little skull thing. It made me more than a little uncomfortable, but upon the next glance the mother was back to normal. "Thank you Shepard," she said (in the game Mass Effect I am Shepard). "How does she know my name?" I said aloud. She, of course, couldn't hear me, because I was speaking outside the video game, and she was nothing but a video game character. She said something about thanking me for returning a child to the opposite side. It was then that I decided that I was playing the role of German soldier Paul Baumer (from All Quiet on the Western Front) and that this was a French playground. I then got really confused because in the video game I was supposed to hate all these people, but I had nothing against them, especially because they were on the same side as the allies. But it was only a video game.

Dream Fragment: Distraction from Lucidity

Why, oh why? In this dream I was almost lucid; so close I actually was considering myself lucid though I hadn't quite rounded the curve into true lucidity. Then what has to happen? A really hot, hardly dressed girl comes along, distracting me from my goal of becoming lucid. I'll let you all figure out the rest...

I tried more WILDing with no success. It seems I always fall into a non conscious sleep, then wake up just fifteen minutes later if I try. Last night I remembered one fairly long and weird dream. You can tell I've been playing too many video games lately, because once again I occasionally thought I was playing one. However, by thinking it's a video game, at least I'm recognizing that what is happening is not real, so I'm getting closer to lucidity.

Sunday 1/18/09

The Evil of an Organized "Google"

In the beginning of this dream, I was going to go to sleep in my bed like normal (in fact, now that I think of it, there's a good chance this was after a failed WILD). Then, as I was dozing off, three girls came in. They weren't like the normal kind, these ones had muscles. Huge muscles. Let's just say that I didn't try to mess with them as they took my bed for themselves. I now saw, in third person, that me and a two other guys that were supposed to be my friends, were trying to fall asleep on the carpet, but the roof was leaking so much it was like it was raining indoors. We had to go find a new place to sleep. We got out through the window, two stories up. It was not raining, but I didn't notice this in the dream. We held onto a windowsill, feet dangling over a pretty large fall. Then, we moved to the left, even having to "hop" over from one windowsill to another. My friends ran down into the next building, but I could see my mom in the window. I couldn't let her see me running away (and apparently I wasn't going to tell her that my bed was stolen either). I got down into some plants, making sure to stay low and in the shadows, because the light from inside was illuminating quite a bit of my hiding spot. I barely lifted my head to look at her, and when she turned away from the window I instantly took off and ran. I was disappointed to see that the way I was running was lit up with a very bright, florescent light, but I didn't my best to keep low and in the darker areas.

When I got into the next building, I saw my best friend's mom. I think there was a scene change, because I was back in my room with the girls again. I realized I still had not slept a bit. I looked out the window, and almost instantly the dark gave way to a pretty, orange/yellow light. I had to climb from the window sill apparently, but now instead of two stories high, I seem to have been three, maybe even four stories up. I once again "hopped" to another windowsill, and noticed I had no other choice than to drop (or use the stairs in the house, but my stupid dream self hadn't figured that out). I let go, and after a brief acceleration seemed to reach a terminal velocity of only about fifteen miles per hour. I set my hand against the wall as I was falling, in hope that would slow me down more. I landed safely, amazed at how simple it was. I took a good look at the house. It was massive; parts of it were four stories high. I looked at where I had fallen from, and it was now only two stories.

The scene sort of switched, and I was in a Costco. I "pressed start" and saved the "game." There was a man I saw on the opposite side singing a crazy song, and he apparently wanted to kill me. Again in last nights "this is a video game" mentality, I picked up a cardboard box to guard me from bullets, laughing at how it would actually probably work. I slowly advanced toward him, and realized I didn't have a weapon a little too late. He grabbed me, and I had absolutely no defense; this guy must have been 400 pounds. In true video game style, after a brief shaking, he just let me go. Out of my pocket I then pulled out a weird little weapon. I don't really know what it looked like, but it shot out a perfect, white beam of light onto my opponent. I saw his health bar, by virtue of a white circle filled with grey. I needed to white out the whole circle, starting with the edges until they met in the center. It took very little time for me to win. He "died" by pretty much running away and vanishing. I heard him singing some more crazy songs, but soon only saw him, as a child, walk by me. I knew him! He was one of my friends. Finally feeling some emotion in my dreams, I started to cry, and wonder why the hell he had turned against me (how he got so fat didn't cross my mind).

I was then showed the reason. Apparently, this guy had some weird disease that caused all his thoughts, emotions, and so on to be stored in little colored bits of candy, just like Smarties only a little bigger. They used to all be just some jumbled mess in a jar, which was supposed to be stable, and so he was like a normal human being. One day, he discovered "Google," some invisible entity that would actually organize all the candies in a line which he could command. The candies could now trail like a snake behind him. Ironically, this made it possible for the "evil" traits of him to reproduce, until it completely consumed his vulnerable candy mind. Honestly, I don't completely understand the story either, but it made enough sense in the dream.

Finally, I reached a final point in the dream in which the scene switched and I had saved a different planet from an extremely bad case of pollution. It was so polluted, that people heating their houses via firewood, would actually create enough heat that was trapped, that the planet was warming up to a dangerous degree. Of course, I didn't realize that if the planet was warming up dangerously, nobody would need to heat their houses in the first place! Anyway, when this was over, all the people were happy and started to fly B17 Bombers. I also had control of one of the planes, via an invisible keyboard. Forget WASD, I used the arrow keys. The plane could do barrel rolls, and other aerobatic maneuvers, clearly this "game" wasn't very realistic. I wondered where everybody would land, and was shown a video of people crashing through windows and landing in their houses.

This night, Sean999, thedreawmingwolfess, and I all met up in LD Chat here at 3:00 AM PST in for a WBTB. Unfortunately, neither I nor thedreamingwolfess got lucid, but I don't know about Sean. I did recall two fragments, and one dream though. They weren't anything special this time.

Monday 1/19/09

Crappy Track Team

In the beginning of this dream, my parents said we had to move to Israel. I'd have to learn to read and write in Hebrew, make all new friends, etc. Instead of that, it seems that I soon moved schools locally. Since I switched schools, I needed to switch track teams as well. It did feel a little weird that I'd be competing against people from a former school, but I could accept that. Eventually I was basically in the track class, which had very few people. We were practicing in an enclosed room, and a coach told us to run a distance which probably doesn't even equate to 25 meters. After doing that, I went back to the mentality that I was in Israel and never going to see my friends again, but in came two of my friends. I was so happy to see him, I hugged him, even teared up a bit, which sounds dumb now, but the dream gave me a very convincing feeling that I'd never see my friends again. After that, everyone on the track team lined up in a spiral that continued inside the room. The spiral would change elevation, with the lowest point being the center of the spiral. And so, boringly, I waited in line. Eventually I realized that I hated this. Practicing track indoors? This was ridiculous. The sound of the air conditioner was overpowering, but it was still hot and sweaty. I had some false memories of our outdoor track. Not to mention, even though a couple of my friends were here, they were only visiting, plus I'd not see my other friends. I decided to call my mom to pick me up because I hated it so much. I found a phone (and noted that the spiral was packed all the way to the center with hundreds of sweaty people), and tried to remember the number. It was slightly tough in my dream to recall a real telephone number, but in the end I recalled our home number, and ended up dialing a mix between our home and my mom's cell number. Close enough.

I then heard a voice through the phone which sounded like a live operator. He was blabbering about every single thing the phone was doing, like "attempting connection" and then told me she wasn't answering. I said thanks you, but then looking at some things on the phone, noticed that the voice wasn't a real person, but automated. Then the dream took a more... interesting turn. I started to see a video that filled my whole view about a certain sensor which was supposed to detect shiny things. It was very bad at it. The video used a Disney ride for an example, which had an arching bridge which supposedly was coated in a very shiny material. The sensor didn't see a thing. They tried to add a little more shine. The sensor didn't see a thing. Finally they went overboard. I was basically "on" the ride, but I couldn't feel any movements, so I still believed this was a video. The ride slowly crept up the beginning of the arch, then I saw perhaps a dozen of these "masts" on each side of the arch; silver and wavy, they were rectangular and slightly cupped, and looking into them was pretty much the equivalent of looking into the sun. Finally the sensor sensed some metallic luster and was announced a success. The camera switched to the top of the arc, and aimed over to where the carts would come. When one popped up, I noticed that everyone was wearing an eye cover (which was also silver and shiny of course) to protect them from the glare. Then I heard an announcer say, "But how did he get on the ride?" A little while later a picture showed up, and the announcer told me, "He's in the lower right." Sure enough, there was an unsupervised baby. What was especially creepy about this? It had, voluntarily, cut out most of his ear so that all was left was a spiral of cartilage (spirals seem to be a part of this dream). Hanging on each ear, was a single, shiny earing.

Dream Fragments

Fragment 1: It is night time. I see a guy hanging on the ceiling and he has shards of a mirror hanging all around him, like a gillie suit. Soon I see my friend, who said something about video game prices. "Personally," I said, "I find the concept of a $60 video game slightly ridiculous."

Fragment 2: I was in this magic store, and ate two pickles. Later my sister came into the store, and payed three bucks to cover the pickles I had eaten.

Something weird happened last night. I set my alarm for 3:50, but I don't remember waking up at 3:50. Likewise, when I woke up naturally at 4:47, the button for the alarm was still set, indicating that it should have still been active. Another funny thing that happened is that when I awoke at four and recorded one of my dreams, my dad walked in to investigate why there was light in my room, and scared the crap out of me! As for the dreams, they were short, but weird enough to satisfy me.

Tuesday 1/20/09

Illusions of Lucidity

The beginning of this dream was really boring. I had just beaten Mass Effect, and the ending was about these yellow, roll up, fibers that were supposedly evil being able to heal any spaceships. All the fibers later became pigeons. I held one of the pigeons, and really liked him. Then, I believe I did the nose reality check. I noticed I could breath, and knew that I must be dreaming. However, though I knew this, I didn't recognize the true meaning of a dream, just that I could do whatever I want. I wasn't really lucid. After that, I plunged into the ocean below to explore. Being an early dream, I can't remember much of this part. I remember seeing signs everywhere to signify which species of fish lived where, and I did see some coral reefs and schools of fish. I then thought that I'd like to see a tropical reef, because the ones I was at were lacking in color. The dream then ended, or I just awoke.

Medical Bloodsucking

Technically, this is short enough to be a fragment, but it's odd enough for me to promote it to dream. I started off normally; filling out papers and doing work in school. My teacher came by, and collected my papers. I said I hadn't finished them all, but he was pleased with what I had. Then I met my driving instructor. Don't even ask me what it was, but I was all of a sudden convinced I needed a blood transfusion, and fast. My driving instructor took the role of a doctor, and sat me down in another room. He pricked me with a long needle (which unfortunately was a very realistic feeling), and I saw my blood flow into a machine. Then, my instruction started sucking up all my blood through the other end. Nearly every bit of it started flowing out my body! Why wasn't I dizzy, I should be dizzy, were my thoughts. I was then hit with a wave of total exhaustion. Somehow, I still trusted my "doctor" and tried to give into it. It would be easier if I wasn't conscious. The feeling reminded me a lot of a successful WILD. My instructor took a syringe and injected some new blood through the same vein. I instantly felt better. "Do you think I'll be able to bike home?" I asked. "You shouldn't have a problem," he answered. I walked outside and started wondering about whether it was worse to die consciously or unconsciously. After that experience, I decided I'd rather die consciously, though I couldn't really figure out why.

Unplugging the Pool

This dream began with me seeing an advertisement for a van we could buy. One of the points was "It even has a working carburetor!" I'd hope so. A second later I was inside the vehicle in the passenger seat, but now it was long as a bus. My mom was complaining that the maximum speed was only 40 mph. I had a false memory of learning that the car could get 40 mpg. The fact that a bus could get 40 mpg was pretty impressive in my mind. My mom floored the bus as if to prove her point, and I only felt the tiniest tinge of acceleration. Soon we got to a windy road, and my mom said something like, "I hate this thing on Craigslist," with Craigslist meaning the road itself. When we reached the end of the road, we got to some beach. There were many people; one yelled out some random things directed at my sister, but others seemed content just walking around or sitting down. One girl caught my eye (she was like perfect), but I didn't get to look long because we took a turn into a parking lot and went into an indoor pool. Though we were at the beach, I was too curious to miss seeing what it was like inside. The first thing I was met with was a realization; I had no goggles. My eyes are very sensitive to the chlorine, so I needed to find some quick. Luckily there was a nice looking pair just off to the side.

I started toward them, but a little kid got there before I did. I was sure they weren't his, and so I was somewhat pissed off, because they were just what I needed. I went into the pool anyway, and very quickly began to drift off to the other side of the pool. The current was surprisingly strong, and I couldn't fight it. I tried to grab a wall, but it was too far. Luckily, I soon found that the current had changed to just a small, lazy circle, so I'd always get back to where I started. I got out for a moment, and when I came back into the pool, there was no water at all. Unlike some dreams, noticed this right away, and noticed that a massive, bathtub like plug was unplugged from a drainage hole in the pool. I also saw the same kid who took my goggles; he had unplugged the pool! The scene switched to a yellowish room for an instant and then back to the pool, as if to signify time passing (which it did a convincing job at). In the room, I do remember trying to recall why I was in the room, concluding that I was waiting for the pool to refill. The pool, thankfully, was filled again, and it seemed like the little kid had left the goggles behind.

Dream Fragments

Fragment 1: I played Burnout on my PSP right before I went to bed, so I'm not surprised. In this dream, I was just playing Burnout on my PSP, understanding that it was Burnout Legends.

Fragment 2: I was sitting with my friends enclosed by a fence on all sides. We were supposed to leave the area, but didn't feel like it. Soon I noticed these yellow strands floating in midair, understanding them to be launchers that could make us fly for short times in the air.

Fragment 3: This was a longer fragment. At first I just felt by my ears, and was very surprised to find that I had two <a href=http://www.lockz.com/Keyless_Locks-Keyless_Dial_Padlock.jpg>locks</a> hanging on my ear by the looped portion. I felt them around for a while... surely they weren't there before. Did I need them to go with my braces? I checked around. Nobody else had any locks on their ears. I unlocked both by chance of a random combination, and went to check the mirror after removing both of the locks. Instead of just holes, it was as if my ears were torn a lot, and I unhappily studied the large tear. I think I've dreamt of years in a bad way for two days in a row is because I have a painful zit inside my ear, on the side that I sleep on.

Ugh, school's started again after a nice four day weekend. Naturally my recall fell again. I find that waking myself up at 3:00 really helps recall wise, but I don't do that on school days when I wake up at 5:50.

Wednesday 1/21/09

Dream Fragments

Fragment 1: I was looking at Israel through some HUD. When I saw an apartment, it said "Condition: Lived In."

Fragment 2: I wanted to boil water, and my brother showed me an odd machine that would do it. I flipped my cup over for no reason. Then I started singing they song from Aladdin "You Ain't Never had a Friend Like Me."

That same recall thing happens to me - odd. As well as having that 4-day weekend. ^__^ You have pretty good recall, though, otherwise. :] I think your dreams are really interesting.

Thanks wolfess. That didn't happen to me last night though. I woke up on the hour of every hour, so naturally a couple of those times I brought dreams back into the waking world with me. They weren't the most interesting I've had, but it isn't like they were boring or anything.

Thursday 1/22/09

Avi Wins the Lottery

This dream began with me in my World History class. It seems as though I was given an assignment to color the desks. I didn't understand why the teachers would want me to ruin their desks, but I obliged. At first it was just colored pencils. I would color just random spots on the table, but the pencils were dull in both ways; bland colors and flat ends. I went to go get something that was a little more lively, and found a yellow marker. As I walked back, a sitting girl rolled up her shirt and showed me her belly, then asked "Will you color my tummy?" When I got back to the table, my marker was now a large crayon. When I drew on the desk it left a huge, rubbery mark that I scratched off. I asked the teacher if she still wanted me to color with it, and she didn't have a problem. Me and a girl I know from track last year kept on coloring for a bit, until the teacher turned on a projector with a gray screen, save some little click-able words (assumingly through an attached computer). One of these words read "HOF." I had a false memory of having taken this program home and finding nothing of interest, then telling my teacher. She gave me a quizzical look, perplexed by why I had not figured out I had to click "HOF," which currently I thought was something random I had installed onto the program at my house. When she clicked on it a video started. At first it was nothing more than a kid (that was sitting next to me in the class) blabbering random thing after random thing, in a surprisingly deep voice. At one point the video scene changed and he came out dressed as a girl (fake boobs and all), but retained his deep voice. It was over so fast I couldn't tell if I had just imagined it. Well... on the second thought, I had just imagined it; it's a dream. Eventually I joined this scene, and found myself in a theater.

I really can't remember anything from in this theater, because I added in a lot of "memory" later on in the dream. At any rate, eventually I was driving in a car and discovered that my dad's friend, Avi (who was with us), had just won ownership of a website (Craigslist.org I think) which was worth $6 million. Soon it wasn't a website he had won; it was the lottery. "I hope you'll be buying us dinner tonight," I joked with him. I thought back to the theater, and had several false memories of a person going around asking if Avi would like to try out the lottery, and Avi saying "L4DGVC." I thought the movie was based on the game Left 4 Dead, and thought that, though it was a weird combination for a lottery ticket, Avi probably had been influenced by the movie. Of course, the reason it is weird, I realize now awake, is because it had letters. Lastly, my dad and I entered an antique shop. There were a lot of old plates and decorative spoons, but I was more interested in some yogurt I saw for sale on the shelf. I took the yogurt, and was about to touch something else, when an old woman told me not to. My dad walked further back in the store and I followed; there we saw a sink full of dishes. The old woman requested that we don't put more plates in the sink, but my dad put a dirty one in anyway. There were no spoons for me to eat the yogurt, and the woman told me I should eat it with my finger. So I did, and left the store without paying. At first I just tasted a salty taste, which I took to be my dirty finger, but soon it tasted just like normal strawberry yogurt. I saw my mom and sister then, and they jokingly called us fatties for buying food, even though supposedly we had just eaten.

Pushed into Traffic

In this dream I started on the side of the most large road in my town at nightfall. Around me were a group of people I slightly know, including a kid that always says my name when he passes me. I looked at him for a second, and his real life friend snuck up behind him and gave him a push right into the road. My first impulse was to run right to him in hope of pulling him out of the street before it was too late, but mid run I suddenly stopped for a reason I still don't understand (it's like the dream just forced me to stop), and I saw a car hit his leg, which launched his body up by the force of the leg's sudden lurch. He then spun about 200 degrees and landed on the sidewalk with his injured leg in a rather awkward position. Other than that he looked to be good; I assumed only his leg had broken. I ran over to him, me and another guy lifted him up for no reason really, but that I wasn't thinking straight in my dream. I stupidly held his legs, but since I didn't notice this, obviously "he" didn't either, so I wasn't luckily wasn't subjected to screams of pain. We carried him a little until I saw his mother and father come down and they took him away. I stood on the sidewalk, facing the road a bit, now fully taking in what had just happened.

VIP Elevator

More a memory of a memory in the beginning, I started presumably riding my bicycle and making a left turn. I know it was a very bright and cheery day, and I seem to remember a whole bunch of white seeping in between the tree leaves. I then sort of filed through a variety of neighborhood, the one I remember most reminding me of London, and there was quite a bit of trash on the ground (mostly old paper or plastic bags). I soon reached a "tower," or at least I understood it to be a tower. From what I can salvage from my memory, it was totally black, yet inviting, and it brought to mind a castle, but retained the image of a massive house. There was a rectangular, silver plaque on it, which was the name of a company that built it. When I entered, I came to see what looked like an enormous black piston centralized in the building; it was really an elevator. I went inside the elevator and saw people I "remembered" were famous actors, and even England's own queen (but she was in a wheelchair). Feeling out of place, I exited the elevator. The last thing I remember is having my dad explain that this building was in Texas. I saw a video of it, and noticed that above the castle like base there was an exceedingly long pole extending out the top. I assumed that was the elevator's path to a circular balcony at the top, but my dad explained it was actually an elevator for cars. "You'd only find this stuff in Texas," I said.

Dream Fragment: Burnout

Nothing special, I was just playing Burnout again and my parents were watching. This is somehow related to my first dream.

I cannot remember very much from last night. The dream I do remember is fragmented, confused, and boring.

Friday 1/23/09

Unmemorable Girlfriend

In this dream, at first I was walking around a large, square, lunch area at school with two girls. I liked one of them, but I didn't really know why. She liked me back too, and we just kept walking around and around. We eventually both ended up inside a class room against the front wall. I remember something about my teacher wanting me to write with "chalk" though he really meant the white board. The girl and I stood by the wall, and started to give a presentation about nothing. Someone asked a question, and I joked that she should throw paper at him. Everybody laughed, though awake I can't see the humor. Then, the scene changed and I was getting up from a desk. A substitute teacher outside told us, "I won't allow you to speak of your 'crushes' or people you like," right before we all filed out to lunch. I saw my real teacher pass by, who asked what the substitute was like. I said she was "a little weird." Then, I kept looking for that same girl I had walked around with earlier, but couldn't find her. Eventually a guy I know pulled me to the side, and told me to watch what he was going to do. He dropped a blue Gusher fruit snack, then stepped on it. "Did you hear the sound it made?" he asked, "Those were sound waves!" Needless to say I wasn't very impressed.

Dream Fragments

Fragment 1: I was watching Wall-E, but it was different. The camera panned over a company, and I heard two men talking in the background.

Fragment 2: This fragment was something about escaping from some sort of machine that lay on the ground.

My recall has been a lot better this week...!

Ummm, thanks for the comment, but please keep on-topic in this thread. Anyway, last night I had only one major dream I remember, but quite possibly the longest series of false awakenings known to man- with a nice twist to the whole ordeal.

Saturday 1/24/08

Ella's Dream Hostages

My God, what can I say about this one. I had attempted a WILD, but had failed multiple times. I decided to just give up and go to sleep normally. When I passed into a dream, I actually dreamt I had fallen out of bed. I could hear my parents yelling downstairs about my sister having "scarlet fever." She had a fever of 212 (the boiling point of water)! That, of course, was impossible. But I also felt a little funny as I always do in false awakenings. I was probably sick too, I reasoned. I can't even remember what happened next. At first there was something about cars. I would enter a car, "wake up" in my bed, enter another car, "wake up" in my bed, saw a hot wheels car move, "woke up" in my bed. It was insane; probably about five or so false awakenings before I caught on. I was still convinced I was awake. I needed to go to my computer now. Now the same thing happened. Every time I sat in my seat, I'd "wake up" in my bed once more. I did this, I'd guess, eight times, before I caught on once more. That final time I had gotten to a site where it looked like I had posted a question about whether it was normal. Someone wrote, "Well, you could try passing it off as a ghostly experience." My dream logic took over; ghosts could be the only cause. So now, back in my bed, I heard the voice of a ghost I knew was named Ella. She said that she was holding twenty of my dreams hostage! What is odd, is that I was still thinking I was awake, even though I accepted I'd be having more false awakenings.

The cycle continued; I'd get up to go to my computer, and end up in my bed again. Again, and again, and again. I had had enough! I wanted to wake up for real. The next false awakening, I was convinced I had done that. I looked over to my dream journal, and saw that I had recorded every single false awakening. I especially noticed I had written "Ella" down. In fact... a little blurb popped up on the top right of my vision. It said I still had eleven dreams held hostage. Interestingly, I didn't have anything against Ella. I was fairly sure Ella was using me for a simple science project, and that she would let me go as soon as it was over. I got back to the computer, wanting to go to Dream Views and record this odd false awakening chain, when I "woke up" once more back in my bed. This was crazy. This was ridiculous. Though not truly lucid, I knew I was dreaming, if that makes any sense at all. I sent a massive signal to my body to try to pull out and wake up, which seems to have worked, and I finally got out of bed for real. I reality checked, and I do seem to be awake. But I still feel very tired, as if that dream didn't count as any sleep whatsoever.

Giant Shopping Cart

In this dream I started off riding my dad's motorcycle on the freeway. The memory brings up multiple reminders of the color tan. We kept going, but soon I noticed I wasn't holding on to my dad's belt; I was holding on to the two handles at the back of the motorcycle! I could fall very easily. I would never consider I was dreaming, because I told myself, in waking life, that when on the motorcycle even if I was 99 percent sure I was dreaming, until the thing started to fly I wasn't convinced for safety reasons. My dad yelled at me to let go of the back and hold on to him. There really was not much we could do; a change in speed would make it harder. I fell forward onto him, and was relieved to find I made it. The scene changed and my dad and I were on top of some huge pillars, a few hundred feet in the air, and we understood there to be a Toys R Us below. We wanted to go in, not really knowing why, but of course being on the pillars sort of limited us. Then I saw a massive shopping cart, tall as the pillars, very close to me. There were even enormous plastic bags inside of it, with nothing in them. That was my ticket down. I jumped, rather fearlessly, to the bags, hoping they'd absorb the shock of the fall. Luckily for me, they did. Then, I entered a plot about walking around the inside of the building I had mysteriously entered looking for a Spanish class. There were some monkey bars which I swung on for a bit (it was funny to find them inside a building), then we (my mom and I) continued. The room we entered had a video running. The professor in the room was also in the video, and it showed him in some slapstick comedy video where he punched an older man with a long beard in the face. My mom and I didn't understand what this had to do with Spanish. The video just kept getting crazier, but I forgot in what way this was.

Yeah, I know, that was the purpose of the 'off topic' smiley. I didn't mean to be off topic or anything... but it happened anyways. Besides, your sig does say... "All comments are welcome!" XD

Anyways, back to the ON topic-ness. You had, what, a thousand FA's? It's kind of funny how you got on the computer. So, how many dreams are still hostage? Do you know what it meant that your dreams were "being held hostage"?? Because I don't really understand...

Hah, good point, I did say all comments are welcome. Yesterday I responded to a thread about video games and dreaming, and came to the conclusion that if you dream of being in a video game, it is probably hard to become lucid since you'll accept mostly anything that will happen, and dream logic will stop you from realizing that you can't be "in" a video game. Naturally, last night my dream was all about this. I had another dream about a "sex machine." That shall remain private, thank you very much.

Sunday 1/25/09

DramaViews

In the beginning, I remember being in a dark room with a rectangular, semi-transparent screen in front of me. Other than being semi-transparent, it functioned like a normal television screen, and I was about to play a video game so there were lots of images and numbers littering the screen. Except in one spot on the lower right. The spot was completely clear, and directly behind this screen was a normal television, about fifteen feet back, which filled in the clear spot. Personally, I could not find any logical reason it would be like this, so I simply accepted it. Then, as usual, I became part of the video game I was playing. The embarrassing thing was that I was supposedly playing Tomb Raider, and didn't notice that I could not take the role of Laura Croft directly because I'm a guy. Still, without changing in physical appearance, I was Laura Croft. I got into a normal looking room, which was well lighted, and explored it a little. In a closet on the left I discovered several rolls of tape, including both duct and electric tape. That could come in handy. I picked them up, and noticed that they did not vanish in my hand (which would mean it would pass on to "inventory" in a game). It was a shame, but I couldn't really expect everything to be usable in a video game. Then the scene switched and I was on Dream Views. There was a huge thread full of newcomers complaining about a whole bunch of normal members. Some I remember right now are Xox, Daniel Danciu, and, of course, me. In fact, I was in every complain on the page. "Yosemine is so annoying," "Yosemine is so naive," and so on were all over their posts. I was about to post a smart-ass reply, but the dream ended.

Last night I remembered two short, but vivid dreams. I also noted that I woke up naturally at 4:24 and 6:03 (which really is about 90 minutes apart, but could be a coincidence).

Monday 1/26/09

The City Helicopter

In the beginning of this dream I was in the family car, and my dad was driving on a train track. The tracks seemed old fashioned, but I knew that there were only new trains that used them, and I could see about three side by side on the dusty ground. I was starting to get scared a train would come while we were on the track, but the scene changed slightly and I was now alone and waiting for one of the trains. The concrete boarding area had the usual "DO NOT PASS" yellow line, but it was drawn very far back from the edge. In the dream, this told me the trains here passed very fast, and the turbulence they created was strong. I was a little afraid, and sat behind some boxes, as far from the line as I could go. I'm unaware of how the scene switched, but I was not walking along the dirt ground, right next to another train track. It was extremely hot, and I could really feel it. I had the suspicion I was in Texas. Next to me, I saw a tree, and below it, an inviting, absolutely black, shadow. I sat in it and looked over to the train track. I now 'remembered' my parents wanted me to meet them in a place in Texas that began with a "T." I however couldn't remember the name. I started to sing a bit, since I was alone and had nothing to do, and noticed my voice had a realistic southern accent to it. I talked to myself a little more, amused by my suddenly new accent. A tiny train came along; it was maybe the size of a bed and had cute little rounded edges. The door opened up and I sat down in one of two metallic seats.

I remembered that I didn't exactly know where I was going. I asked the driver if I could borrow his phone to call my mom, and he gave it to me no questions asked. As soon as I opened it I saw a GPS map, and a dot for a city named "taherra," written just like that without a capital letter. I then noticed there was another kid inside with me; he had slightly darker skin and was sitting in the second seat right beside me. The poor driver had to control the train on his knees! Very quickly, the train changed form, though the interior didn't change a bit. It was now, as far I could understand, a helicopter. "A city helicopter," I thought. It was like the bus service, only in helicopter form. We reached the other guy's house, and he entered through the window (he lived near the top of a rather tall building). By means of a minor scene change, I also entered his house. It was predominantly colored red, and felt spacey and relaxed. Relaxed until I heard the other guy go out and say he was "blowing a dog whistle which makes the dog go crazy!" Instantly, a crazy dog rushed in and tried to bite my arm. The other guy caught it by the jaws just before it snapped, somehow detaining it. The dog then morphed into a toddler the next time I looked at it, and the toddler kept trying to hurt me. He was very strong for such a little fellow, and his attacks actually hurt a little. My sister warped into the scene, and helped stop him.

The Cloud Girl

I started this dream next to the boy's locker room at my school, yet I was convinced I was in Egypt. As I looked up into the sky, I saw faces in the clouds, perfectly formed and smooth as if sculpted out of marble. Still, they retained a certain puff to them; they were without a doubt ordinary clouds other than the shape. There were three of them. It was amazing, and I stared up at them for a while. I then realized that clouds don't stay the same shape forever, and without thinking whipped out a camera. The camera was silver and very thin, and through the display it seemed like it was a good one. I aimed at one of the faces that was just barely peeking out through the clouds below it; it was my first priority because the clouds below would mask it first. I zoomed in to it, and snapped a great picture. When I took down the camera, I noticed that the faces were gone, and all that was left of them were the natural looking, cotton ball clouds that are common. I was glad I got a picture while I could. The next time I looked at the picture, it was not of a cloud, but of a real Asian girl, maybe twenty. I accepted this very quickly; the face in the clouds was that of a real person. The girl had somehow become a cloud, and was now back to being a normal person. I started to see how it was done in a video, and heard that the girl found she could pass through fences, but I awoke.

All I can say is that your dreams could be almost as weird as mine. ;D Nah, probably weirder... er, those I can remember, anyways. >.>; I found that the Cloud Girl one was pretty interesting. Keep updating. I'll probably stop commenting. XD

Crap recall. The night before last I did remember a dream, but since it involved my balls exploding... well I skipped on the recording. I remember a fragment from last night.

Wednesday 1/28/09

Dream Fragment: Lightning

Me, my driving instructor, and a group of kids were all on top of a hill. It was getting dark, and a storm started up. There was lightning everywhere. I saw on a 3D map where the lightning would hit, and it just kept getting closer to us.