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OK so this is my poor start for my DJ to try finally to get back into Lucid Dreaming. So here we go.
-The only reason I remember a dream from last night is because I woke up at one point and told myself to remember "A ball". Literally I was at a ball. Probably because I have been reading the Count of Monte Cristo before bed. Weird dream. Thats all I remember. Heres hoping for remembering more dreams.
Forgot to write my dreams from last night. I am taking b complex and melatonin, hve been taking melatonin. Its reported to help vividness and dream recall. I will remember at least one dream and write it down in the morning in detail.
My dreams last night were much more vivid but that crazy phenomenon happened this morning where you wake directly from a dream and can't seem to remember a single thing. Literally nothing.
My dream last night had something to do with a handicapped person. Maybe something to do with his hands or feet. I don't remember. I am going to try getting to be a little earlier and see if that has any affect on my dream recall.
OK so What I remember this time.. There was some woman... And she was offering me two choices. Very vague I know. But I haven't been getting a ton of sleep so I think thats been taking it's toll.
Pyros are overpowered :/.
nj tho.
NIGHTMARE:
I rarely have nightmares (but I rarely remember dreams anyways). I need to leave for school in twenty minutes and I'm still sitting in my computer chair in my boxers so I will tryyy and make this brief.
I woke up this morning drenched in sweat. Its not hot in my house. I realized that every morning this week I have done the same but the difference is that I remembered my dream this morning. It was horrible. Not a good dream at all..
I was a prisoner in a well, in a prison. It was set during the time of the Shawshank redemption in the deep south so racial prejudice abounded during the dream(I'm white). (One thing to mention here is this dream seemed to last months and months) I can't remember a lot of the beginning but it was simply me meeting people in the prison of which I never saw. We seemed to live in a weird old colonial style cottage which is strange(but its a dream.)
So blah blah blah, time passes. The guards killed someone. Simply because they wanted to or thought it would be funny. I don't remember who this person was only that he was black. So I made friends with this black guy also and we spent most of our time working/ talking together in this "prison". Comes time for me to be released, I hear of a plan to kill my friend, (we can call him Joe for now I dont know his name) and of course I can't be having this.
Under the ploy of letting Joe walk with me to the gate to be released, they let both of us out as we are walking I see the guard I know is going to kill him, with a knife in his hand. Somehow I have scissors. Long sewing scissors. Well as the guard walks up and shakes my hand they stab poor Jim, even after my fervent pleas to not kill him. Jim takes it like a champ of course, with his head held high. I'm screaming at this point and i drive the pair of scissors right into the guard's side.
At this point I make a break for it and somehow get away. The man I stabbed is screaming and yelling for me to come back, he's going to kill me, and how powerful he is now that he owns the prison. Obviously my strike wasn't fatal. Well I run through a forest, wet nasty leaves on the ground and tall oaks and pines everywhere (this part took a while) and no one seemed to pursue me. I found a random small village of shacks there I stole cardboard boxes. I also dug a hole in the woods to live in with the boxes overtop of me.
This part was hazy so I'll just brush over it: I met a girl. Hippy/southern belle/slave-ish. Weird, yeah. And we kinda fell in love. Then I had to leave at somepoint. I went to the city where I met with two of my friends from prison who at this point had been released. They worked at a garage(remember this is set in the past) and we took out this old red car for a drive just for fun. Eventually I had to run again and next thing I know the dream has taken me to modern times. I still have the horrible feeling that I am a wanted man though. Ends up I'm at the beach with my friends who don't know I'm wanted. I ask one for a ride back. I ride back, continually depressed and ashamed that I had so much potential in life and have ended up a wanted man, on the run from the law. I get home, my parents aren't there and I contemplate somehow contacting the prison to make a deal and get off the hook.
Then my alarm went off so I woke up.
But really it doesn't sound like much of a nightmare but upon waking I actually had to convince myself that my life wasn't ruined and that I still had a future apart from running from the law the rest of my life. Freaky.
Don't have a lot of time. Crazy weird dream though.
April 23-24;
I was on a ship, like a pirate ship and we got close to an island. Actually, first I believe we were fighting on a ship, me and a group of others. Eventually we got off though and went to investigate this island. It had the feel of some zombie movie like we were going to get killed.
The inhabitants were small and almost childlike, a combination of where the wild things are and lord of the flies. We "fought" them for a while, hiding a lot and trying to evade them.
Eventually we realized that they were just misunderstood after sneaking back to the boat with groups of them. We took them off the island and the slowly started to like us. I fell in love with one of them, a small girl. It was the kind of love where i simply wanted to hold her and protect her, like a sister or child even. (Very much like Dantes and Haydee in The Count of Monte Cristo.)
Thats about all I have time for.