Thread: Drazila's Dream Journal

I was anxious to go to bed tonight, not for the possible dreams I might have, but rather for the sleep I desperately needed. I had had about 4 hours of sleep yesterday, and it was riddled with the short dreams I had posted yesterday.

Well, I went to bed about 10:00ish, and fell asleep around 10:45 as best as I can tell. What proceeded was the lone dream I had that night.

I was desperately searching for tone chimes in my dream, until I happened upon an orange brick road that led off of a cliff. There was a man standing there who laid out several options for me, including following the brick road, which would lead me to tones chimes.

Promptly after the DC told me this, I woke up, wrote down this dream, and proceeded to have an otherwise dreamless night.

I find myself with the same frustrations I have had previous nights. My dreams seem vague, hazy, and uncomplex, nowhere near what would seem like actual life. If there is a silver lining to last night's disappointing dream though, its that for the first time I can remember, something has appeared in color in my dream (the orange road).

Last night was a good night for dreaming, or at least the best one since I started this dream journal.

I dreamed that I was in a huge classroom that was doing Chem related coursework. I don't know where or when it was, but I knew it was extracurricular at the very least. About five minutes into the dream, I was pulled out for a private golf lesson in this tiny room that was filled with mini palm trees. I went back to class after 10 minutes of putting in that room, and the teacher was pulling a radioactive element out of his cooler. He demonstrated some sort of Stoichiometry problem on the board for us, and we all just kind of zoned out. When this was done the entire class (which was huge by the way, like 50 students), formed a snaking line to exit. The teacher checked all of us to make sure that we only had one calculator with us for some reason. While I was waiting in this line, I remember arguing with a DC about whether or not I could stand in line next to a former friend of mine named Lucas. Anyway, I ended up leaving this classroom and kind of got onto this crammed bus with three other friends. One of these friends pulled out a stack of Uno cards, and we began playing Uno. We left the bus (which stopped near the street my home is on), and we departed to my house. We managed to play Uno while we were walking down my street. The street was crammed with other walking students, and every house had its garage door open with shower curtains draped inside. We finally made it to inside my garage, though it didn't seem or feel like it was mine. I remember having a conversation with a DC about who was the best at the game Uno. The general consensus seemed to be Nick, but I didn't think so.

I woke up at that point, and groggily wrote down what just preceded.

I was really depressed by this dream, as the majority of it was spent inside of a stuffy Chem classroom. But its clarity and color and complexity, were unparalleled. Either my Dream recall is improving or my dreams are, either way, I'm happy.

Last night was disappointing to say the least. No dreams that I remember, and I got about 3 hours of sleep. I just kind of sat there awake for 7 hours.

I had really good dream recall two nights ago, so this really bummed me out.

No recall able dreams last night either. I'm really down about this.

I set my alarm for 2 tonight. If I'm gonna fail, I might as well fail swinging!

Wish me luck on my first WILD attempt!

Hey man dont get down hearted! Not many people remember stuff everynight! Keep focused and you'll get it

Originally Posted by Adam24

Hey man dont get down hearted! Not many people remember stuff everynight! Keep focused and you'll get it

Thanks for the kind word!

I'm not giving up, I'm just going to be more aggressive in my tactics, going for WILDs, and not leaving LDs to chance.

I go to bed last night and set the alarm for 2:14 AM (about 4 hours after I fall asleep), so I can have all the necessary preperations for WILD.

I get up at 2:14, feeling terrible, and just wishing I could go back to bed. I get up and move around for 10 minutes though, as I remembered I was supposed to do.

After the wandering, I lie back in bed attempting to get as comfortable as possible before I start. I decide to lie on my back, as that would prevent me from just falling asleep outright.

I concentrate and use Clairity's alphabet method. I get through it about 6 or 7 times, and then feel my extremities become numb. I become excited, but I don't move. I continue alphabetting until about 5 more times. No vibrations, no nothing, so I just end up rolling over and falling asleep.

I knew WILDing would be more than difficult, so I really wasn't expecting anything anyway. Last night was exploratory to say the least, tonight I'm really going to go for it.

I had a pretty good start on a WILD a couple of hours ago, as I officially got numbness for the first time. I was really excited, because I thought it was SP. Turns out it wasn't.

I have my alarm set tonight, and the will to get up, which is whats required up front.

My results will be posted tomorrow.

WILD attempt went better than I expected last night. I got to Hypnogogic Imagery, but still no SP.

I'm through attempting to WILD until this weekend however, as the burden this is placing on my already tight sleep schedule is crushing.

Its back to the DJ and recall at this point, and god willing, my first DILD.

RCing compulsively lately, lets hope it pays off.

Well, no DILD last night, or recall able dreams.

I did sleep like a rock though.

No LD last night, but a fairly clear regular dream.

My first this week.

I was riding a tour bus in a torrential downpour, and everything seemed pretty real. It was dark out, everything in the tour bus (which was really just me and two other people) was dyed a navy blue.

I looked down at my hands, and found that I was holding a shotgun. I heard something outside the bus so I cocked the shotgun and looked out the window.

I saw this Gremlin type thing chasing the bus. (The Gremlin is similar to the one in this classic Twilight Zone episode, "Nightmare at 20,000 feet").

Anyway, I open the window and shoot it down with the shotgun (my subconscious is working from scratch here, I've never actually fired a gun before). The thing splatters, but several more follow it. I waste them in seconds as well (my subconscious self is apparently awesome with a gun ).

I close my eyes, and I dissolve to a different place. I'm in this ornate bedroom which is really orange for some reason. I look down at my hands, and see that I'm holding a huge gold amulet. Its super reflective, and I remember hiding it in a sock drawer.

At that point I woke up, and fell back asleep, dreamless.

I was debating whether or not to attempt a WBTB last night, but I decided not to. I regret that now, I had very vivid dreams last night, and I think I might've been able to do it if I had really tried.

Instead, I got some fairly vivid normal dreams, that despite being very recallable, are scattered and disorganized.

The dream starts with me in grandparents house. There was apparently a party being thrown there, and my allergies were killing me (much like in real life when I visit there). A DC whom I didn't know was asking if he could sleep in one of the guest bedrooms downstairs (where we already were). My uncle said sure and I followed both of them into the guest bedroom. My uncle pulled out some bright red drapes out of a box, and some bright red bedsheets and proceeded to arrange the room. The last thing he pulled out of the box was a large piece of brown piece of material that he identified as a dress. (No, it didn't look anything like a dress).

I walked out of the room to see my friend (who I will refer to as 'Chris'), coming down the stairwell. He stops and asks me if I want to go to the 3 AM showing of Beowulf. I said absolutely not (both because I hate Beowulf, and its at 3 A.M.). And Chris proceeded to freak out at me because I refused.

The dream shifts a little bit and I find myself in a modified version of my house. There is a lot of fountains and water, and everything appears in a brown-red hue. I'm there with another friend of mine (who I'll refer to as 'Paul'), and he and I are just messing around on a computer. We decide to order some fake lightsabers online. We click on the 'order' button and the doorbell rings instantaneously. We go to the door to see the box just kind of sitting there.

I bring the box inside and open it to find two fake red lightsabers inside. I remember being deeply disappointed by this, as I think blue lightsabers are much cooler. We make popcorn in the dream and begin throwing popcorn pieces at each other and knocking them away with a lightsaber. We go back online (I was going to show him a You Tube video or something), and we couldn't get the computer to work. My other friend, 'Sean' came in and fixed the computer for us. At that point the dream dissolved.

I then was transported to my living room, looking out the window, and their was this monstrous boar like monster making its way up my driveway. A couple of guys were at the bottom of the driveway speaking rapid fire Spanish and trying to subdue the giant boar. The boar kills all of them, and at this point I run to my room to hide. I consider grabbing my 12" dagger, but end up just hunkering down in my closet instead, hoping it won't find me. After a few minutes, I come out of my closet, bored, and I walk into my living room to see the thing bleeding mammoth pools of blood onto the carpet. I walk into my kitchen and a DC tells me, "Well, he was just having a bad day."


After the DC tells me that, I wake up and spend a good 15 minutes writing this all down.

I set the alarm for 5:30 AM last night for my WBTB/WILD attempt (I had gone to bed at midnight.

My alarm went off, and I got up, used the Restroom, and did some math problems.

I went back to bed, found a comfortable position on my back and did the breathe/relax method. I fell asleep somewhere in the 200s, and ended up dreaming about Lucid Dreaming. In retrospect this is really irritating, as my mind should have remembered about LDing and could have very easily have had my first Lucid Dream.

Well, no discernible dreams last night, though I did sleep well.

I'm thinking of trying BillyBob's WILD technique tonight. I'll let you all know how it goes.

I slept through the alarm I had set for WILD last night. (the alarm is pretty loud, too).

I did have a fairly clear, yet brief, non-lucid.

I'm in an extra-curricular music class, and we're diagramming songs. I mention the song "Another Brick in the Wall" by Pink Floyd, and we proceed to diagram that song.

Later, after class had ended, a kids Blackberry went off, and we all gathered around and watched him use all of its features.

I woke up then.

I'm thinking that extra-curricular classes might be one of my dream signs. This and that extra-curricular Chem class dream were both fairly clear, though this one much less so.

I had no dreams last night (or at least none that I could recall). Good sleep though.

There's a good chance of school closings (because of cold) in my area, so I'll be doing a WBTB tonight.

My school has officially cancelled. WBTB it is then.

Well, I set the alarm last night. I wake up and my first thought (or thereabouts) was, "okay, did I remember any dreams." The answer was (as it so proverbially is) no. I got up and walked around in my room a bit, and then to the restroom. I got back to bed and stuck my guitar tuner under me to try to use as a pain anchor for a potential WILD. No luck, I fell asleep, dreamless (or at least none that I can recall), and woke up wondering why my ribs were in so much pain.

Argh!

No school today either, and I failed the WILD again. I have three more days for WBTBs until I have Semester exams.

I'm not sure whether I need a stronger anchor or what, but I am just not having success with WILDing.

Success! A highly detailed dream and my first LD in my life!!!

Mind you, my LD was DILD, and it only lasted a few seconds. But still. Awesomeness nonetheless.

I get to use the Lucid Red Font finally!!!! Yay!!!!

Okay, enough celebration, this is what happened.


I was attending an extracurricular event (dream sign), and I realized that it was academic bowl in a very dark, gray, depressing place. There was also a dance going on, but as I looked around, everything was wearing black and dressed as goths.

I was hungry in my dream so I looked around for a cookie stand. Lo and behold I found one, the largest, most unbelievably esoteric cookie stand I have ever seen. There are literally hundreds of cookies at said stand. I am incredibly undecided as to what to get, so I just decide to get a regular chocolate chip cookie (I'm super hungry and I don't really care anyway). I look around at the cookie stand (which in hindsight had wonderful detail), and I saw a huge sugar cookie the size of a pizza. My immediate inclination was to just buy it outright, but I noticed that the price tag said $7.99, so I decided to buy it later.

I go to the dance floor to see this a-hole from my school standing there sneering.

It was at this point that my subconscious decided to careen this dream out of control.

A giant alien creature crashes through one of the gray walls of the dance floor. Its about 12 feet tall, and has two tentacles and two pincers.

The alien creature immediately seizes Connor the a-hole, and proceeds to eat him alive. (Yeah!!! Go subconscious!!!)

Mike, Crow, and Tom from MST3K proceed to burst through the hole that the alien made. They are all riding in a red jeep, and beckon for me to come inside. I promptly get in and...

BAM! I suddenly know I'm dreaming. I look over at Tom, trying to drink the whole scene in. The scene is fading fast into dark though, and I can tell I'm waking up. I rub my hands together furiously and the scene comes back a little. Its too late though, I'm too damned excited and the whole goes away to me waking up.

I had a very short, yet vivid dream last night.

I am in a giant supermarket (the ceiling is literally 75 feet high). I realize my dad is there too. My dream takes place in WWII era Britain, and Winston Churchill is apparently going to be arriving at the supermarket soon according to a news report in the supermarket. Meanwhile, I'm talking about the nature of college with my father, and we argue about what kind of music college kids like best. I'm so mad in my argument that I go over to the ice cream section and eat directly out of a tub of Orange Sherbet (no, I didn't pay for it).

After my awesomely detailed and first lucid dream two nights ago, this was a disappointment, but an above average dream.

WBTB again tonight, cause I get Martin Luther King day off.

Either my recall is improving, or my dreams are. I had a very vivid non-lucid last night. So vivid, in fact, that when I woke up, I thought it was an actual memory of mine, not a dream. I then realized that in retrospect made no sense, and I remembered that it was in fact a dream.

I was at UW-Madison, and the swim team was having practice. When they dove off of the diving blocks, they seemed to move almost supernaturally fast, flying 25 feet off of the diving blocks before they hit the water. I watched them for a while, until practice ended and they all gathered around the edge of the pool to talk. I recognized one of them as Beth (a relative of mine who has never been to Wisconsin). Beth mentioned to one of the swim team members that I knew how to juggle. I reluctantly obliged her request to juggle, knowing that I had not done so in quite a long time. They produced three small white balls, which resemble the tiny white ball you throw out at the beginning of Bocce ball. I did three ball cascade for a while, and then some Mill's Mess, until I dropped one of the balls and it rolled into the pool. I asked which one of the swim team members wanted to dive down and fetch it for me. None of them volunteered until I pleaded with them, and even then it was begrudgingly that a huge guy did it. All of the swim team people seemed to hate me, and I remembered being scared when one of the members threatened me.

My clear dreams never seem to be happy.

I did a WBTB last night, but I all I remembered was the dream I had before the alarm went off.

I was in an apartment elevator, when I saw two people who knew each other, comparing the size of their engagement rings. The elevator comes to my floor and I get off and go to what is my room in the dream. In there, I get a phone call from a friend who is wanting to come over later. I tell him sure, and I proceed to walk into the living room. In the living room, my two parents are watching a movie on Kent State, that was directed by Oliver Stone (this movie doesn't exist in real life). I stand there and point out the historical inaccuracies with it (as I would do in real life too). The phone rings again. I answer it and someone in hushed tones asks where the "jury money" is. I repeatedly ask the person what they are talking about, but they just repeat the same thing over and over. "Where is the jury money?" Puzzled, I hand the phone off to my mother, who gives me a look of pure vitriol, like I had somehow just insulted the lady."

This dream was pretty vague and far away, so it took a good deal of time to recall this.

I've been RCing like crazy the past two days. Lets hope it pays off.

I tried my hand at a WILD last night, and this is what happened.

I lay on my guitar tuner, not thinking about anything in particular, just focusing on the pain. After what seems like an obscenely large amount of time, my extremities numb, then my arms, then my legs. I lay there patiently, not moving at all.

All of a sudden, I hear chanting voices. They sound so real, my immediate inclination was to sit up and see who was there. Then I told myself to calm down, and that it was just a auditory hallucination. It sounded so very real.

I kept waiting, and waiting, but nothing ever came after that. I just lay there in wait.

I fall asleep as I am so want to do in my WILD attempts.

After a while, I have a very vague dream, which I will now rate with my new rating system for dreams.

Lucidity: No
Clarity: 2/10
Recall: 1/10

This dream took some digging to remember. This is what I do recall however.

I am at UW-Madison again, and once again, for an extracurricular activity (dream sign). The school appears small, dark, and dismal, and no one wants to be there. I start out in a cramped classroom with no windows. Despite the fact that there are no windows, I realize that it is raining outside. The teacher came in, after a long period of just standing around.

The teacher came in with two boxes under his arms and put them on two different tables. He opened up the boxes to reveal that there were sweat pants inside. He instructed me to put them on, so I did. We went to various rooms as a class together. The entire school continue to be a dismal green brown, and the rain continued to fall.

Yet another depressing dream of mine.