Thread: Casting Cure - Esuna's Dream Journal

I was dreaming that I was on some sort of family vacation to New York City. It was only presumed once I reached the city itself, I was in the midst of tall skyscrapers with my mother and father. Every thing was seedy, dark and grimy, out of a textbook crime movie in some kind of retro 1930's New York. I followed my parents to a hotel. It was there that a family we had not seen for years were having a posh party at the top of a quite dubious and lavish hotel in the middle of a bad neighborhood, a ghetto of sorts. As we entered, I was vaguely greeted by people that I had no idea or never seen before, just randoms. After their usual banter with my parents, the randoms and my parents were sitting in a BIG porch area that looked off to an open field that a sunset was painting the rocks red. I remember I was sitting at the far end of a long dining table, my parents were sitting on the right side, as the magnificent view was to the left. It looked like New Mexico or something, and I told my dad I wanted to live there, it seemed so beautiful and tranquil, devoid of any man-made touch. He was unresponsive and skeptical. Then Bret Michaels came in from Rock of Love, sitting at the opposite end of the dining table with his cowboy hat and smug look. I immediately thought, "What the FUCK is he doing here?! You know I hate reality television!" I thought to myself. "Singer of Poison, he should poison himself." It was at that point, I was getting very bored and sick of this adult get together, where the family we were supposed to see hadn't showed up yet.
I was looking for ways to bail out of this rich gig cause it wasn't my thing. My mom was scolding me, as if she could read my mind. And I immediately disregarded her since I am 19 years old and do not need any kind of lecture. I quickly left the porch area, bumping into a botox-injected bimbo on the way out, knocking her over in my anger and kept on walking back into some kind of posh living room/foyer. Upon arriving the scene, I saw two boys there, they were from the family I knew of, Joshua and Ryan. Ryan was still his little brother, and Joshua was still taller than me, both of their ages was not relative to mine, I was staring at a younger version of Joshua, yet he was still taller than I was and felt older. Ryan was way younger than I had last met him, still a kid when he is to be in his teens while I am 19 years old. They smiled and greeted me, but then they became unresponsive and started to walk away. I didn't take any personal offense and decided to go along with them, wondering where they were headed. The room kept suddenly changing as I followed them into an conveniently attached hallway. I called out Joshua by his name, more inquisitive than feeling neglected. Josh was facing away from me, and had stopped. I called his name once more, tapping on his shoulder. "Josh?" He had turned around, but in doing so a new person emerged, and it was no longer Josh. It was a girl. She got upset that I mistook her for a boy, and I realized it was Joshua's middle sister, Tara or something like that at the same relative age as I am all of a sudden. It really wasn't Tara, but it felt like her? She was all artsy-fartsy, dressed up as some kind of posh indie girl, wearing a black dress with a black headband. Her hair was hazel brown and long, and she had sunglasses on, big black ones that screamed pretentiousness. I took care to notice her details because she was stunning. She frowned at me, lifting her sunglasses and revealing deep blue eyes emanating a cold stare. I picked up on her anger and quickly apologized because I had accidentally called her Josh, feeling a bit socially awkward. Ryan had dissipated in the confusion, and people were moving around behind Tara, all dressed up nice and whatnot. I quickly realized it was a party more geared for people my age. She turned away from me, and I noticed on her neck were some really sexy tattoos. She went off to mingle with her posh friends, and I started to feel a little left out. I felt so out of place, cause they were all wearing nice things and I was wearing cargo shorts and a t-shirt. At one point, I approached her at a small bar, picking up the courage a bit later. I inquired if she knew where to get alcohol because she had a beer in hand. "Oh yeah, you need a license to show your ID." (Exact words, sounded a bit scrambled but just made sense.) She was the same age as I was, only that she had the beer. She stared at me skeptically when I said I didn't have a license, almost in disbelief. (I really don't.) I quickly turned the situation around instinctively by telling her, "Oh. No, no, I'm getting one next week...seriously, it's about time y'know?" (Really, I am.) in a nervous tone, it was almost pathetic. She softened her cold blue eyed gaze at me, smiling somewhat and just slapped a beer in my hand. Suddenly, we were on a balcony outside the hotel, looking down at the streets of New York City and the towering skyscrapers surrounding us, pissing away the last of the beers, I didn't feel particularly drunk. She was bored and unhappy with her family, complaining about how her mom didn't care, neglected her cause her job was somewhere else outside the states. I sympathized, after having a short conversation with her regarding her family and mother, as I related.(I really don't.)

So we decided to bail the stupid party, as soon as we thought about that, I somehow got grabbed/fell/dived off from this balcony and was suspended in the air suddenly via some kind of cherry picker/helicopter? I remember hanging onto this cherry picker/helicopter for dear life. Tara fell off the balcony, screaming. This cued me to look up and I saw her falling right for me, while I was hanging off the helicopter/cherry-picker I instinctively grabbed her by the wrist in the nick of time as she fell past me, and saved her from her death from falling onto the street of NY. The helicopter/cherry picker descended and disappeared as we went out on the street of New York. She was so frazzled by the ordeal that she lied down in the middle of the street.

As soon as she did, we witnessed a crime scene in the seedy neighborhood adjacent to the posh hotel. A policeman pushed her down? (She was already lying down) grabbing her by the wrist. He pushed a gun into her hands and twisted her wrist around oddly, firing shots at a car as if they were using the gun for planted fake evidence. Turned out the shots were being fired towards a gangster of sorts that was still alive, but the policeman quickly did him in with Tara's fingerprints. Then the policeman grabbed my hand with the murder weapon, commented me to kill his fellow officers, when they conveniently appeared next to the sinister policeman. I was having trouble squeezing the trigger, it was very hard for my muscles to contract around the trigger for some reason. The sinister policeman, growing impatient at my futile attempts...wrapped his hand around mine, and I could feel the trigger being pushed as a bullet ripped through. I didn't see the bullet, I didn't even hear the gunshot, there was no muzzle flash...but I assumed that it had done the job as I saw a small blood spot on his fellow officer in the middle of his forehead as he collapsed like a mindless drone, more surprised than scared. The policeman led me around a paramedic truck and finished off the paramedics and one more of his cop buddies with my hands on the trigger.

The dead gangster in his bullet riddled yellow car rose from the dead, looking fierce and pissed the fuck off. The policeman framing the scene with me and Tara as the hapless victims of a framing got swept up in his plans he did not notice until I swiveled the weapon instinctively at the gangster.The policeman then noticed and made a run for it and dissipated, forcing the ignorant gangster to look at me, since I still had the gun in hand. I knew it was not good, since he was adding up that I was the one responsible killing him. I quickly pointed the gun, but I couldn't squeeze the trigger at all with multiple times failing. He pulled out a Uzi and started raining a storm of unseen bullets (this part got hazy), I somehow survived the hail as I dropped down next to Tara as the gangbanger erratically drove away, his uzi clenched sidesway. He was a bald african-american with a mean glare in his face giving off a Mike Tyson-eqsue look, somewhere in his 20s, having a grill too. (I know, a terribly perpetrated stereotype, somewhat amusing though.)

Tara and I at one point got up in the confusion, and we decided to go back to the hotel, having enough. But it was morning and the party had been over already. Tara was reluctant to go back to her mother, I sensed some kind of serious problem, and convinced her that she didn't have to go back right away. We were at the hotel lobby, and two maids were there down in the adjoining hall, giving off mean looks. Each time I caught them, they quickly looked away. It enraged me to a point, but.. The elevator took too long to respond so we took the stairs, which only went 2 stories in this supposedly really tall hotel. We came upon a room, where a man was dead. I didn't see the man, Tara had told me and her voice, I felt that it was serious, like she had known this man, but I was oblivious and didn't really care about this man. I was too wrapped up in Tara, than to even inspect the room where the dead man was. She still had a black dress on, this time I spotted black beads around her neck, her hair all tied back this time, at one point in the dream she had big sunglasses, but it disappeared, so I was staring at her blue eyes.
A paramedic van came by down the street, from the view of the large glass window of the dead man's hotel room, causing us to be paranoid. They were arriving at the scene, and we didn't want to be caught in another framing, so we bailed out on the second floor hallway to the hotel out to a pavement stairway that almost looked like a plaza and ran across a street. At one point I was contemplating that I was old enough to do this (crossing a street) since I had been to english cities and many other cities I told Tara as I crossed the street? By the time we crossed the street, there was a Tokyo-town at the left, all full of sushi bars. Tara was famished, so I went with her to the sushi bar.
We were promptly sat by a crabby 50 year old waitress who seemed that she didn't want to be sued or anything. And was really freaking out about being sued. At one point, I was holding Tara's hand, she didn't seem to mind too much, but the situation with the crabby lady had caused her to detach from me. I was a bit upset with the crabby lady, cause I wasn't going to sue her, no matter what she insisted that I was going to. Two grumpy old men sat at a table across from us staring at me and Tara. One in particular had gray hair and a distinctively large nose. I forgot the dialogs we exchanged, but it was heckling, pure full out ranting and heckling. Confusion at this point, but an old lady came up and was causing grief to me while I was trying to enjoy my Japanese dinner with Tara, calling me a child and the likes. She offered to wrestle me to prove her mettle and justified attitude, and I couldn't care to. I had a premonition seeing a future where I was being badly beaten and killed by this old lady in the wrestling match. Then my family showed up, my mom was pissed cause she couldn't find me. "I told you to come back this morning." she said. I started to explain but then she ignored me and joined in for the dinner. It got blurry here and then I awoke.

This dream was long for me in particular, cause as soon as I woke up, I was surprised in having one that I just typed away what I remembered immediately, because for the longest time ever, I had no recollection of any dreams, and this morning was a first thanks to some different methods I had tried to attempt. I hope I have better dreams than that, seriously...

Fragment- Woke up with no recall, but it came back about 20 minutes later when something triggered.

Anna-Alexia follows me around. I hurt her feelings. She cries non-stop. I console her and give her a hug. The hug felt so real and touching. I remember being cradled for a loooong time. I say I'm sorry and that I love her. She keeps crying. I say what's wrong? "Isn't it so obvious. I loved you since I met you" blah blah blah, missing pieces here and there. Some vague date at some kind of art festival/old college, something about 12:46, a library, my old apartment balcony and then I see her with someone else afterwards.

What is it with all these women issue dreams I am having lately? It's a bit...dissapointing. But I will keep improving on my recall. I should retry some methods tonight.

Sunday, March 29, 2009
No recall. :<

Monday, March 30, 2009

I have a job. I'm standing at some strip mall with some random, getting enthused, because it is my first day, but I am walking towards the end of the strip mall, a car pulls up. I shout something at it as it drives away. I'm trying to find the job place, I am led through a Chinese restaurant into another I don't recognize. My best friend Daniel is there, with his mom, sitting at a table. She complains that I hadn't had anything to drink. I said I already drank lemonade, but decided to order a coke.

I'm at some kind of hallway lobby at a job. There is an elevator at the end. As I draw near the elevator, the door slowly opens and reveals a very thin GREEN man wearing PURPLE pants. We exchange dialogs, then suddenly he gets mad, and madder and madder and then blows up twice the size all amped up on pure muscles and rage. It was the Hulk! He shoots out of the elevator executing some attack leg first with his massive feet, and I pull an Albert Wesker move, dodging at near the speed of light. The hulk crashes somewhere, and he gets madder cause I dodged. I keep running at an Albert Wesker-like speed on some kind of beam at the top of the workplace, alternating on each beam as the Hulk tries to attack me linearly, but he cannot touch me due to the fact that I am moving at such a speed that I am "blinking" allover the place.

Finally, a dream worthy enough to put those girl issue dreams to shame.
For those who don't know who Wesker is...(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PuYUK5Ttg5U) Enlighten here.

I was feeling a bit groggy this morning, and since I am not a morning person, I went back to bed after an hour. I started to dream VIVIDLY.



The White Pillars
I was in my house, awakened by my dogs barking. I know when my dogs bark, it usually means someone's at the door, since the doorbell has always been broken. But before I even go to my own bedroom door, a girl I know in real life that is annoying and tries too hard to be random. I pay her no attention at all and push her aside. Then Sydney and Eli comes to play. Eli is his much younger self before his accident. I actually pause and start raising alarms HERE. But Sydney is at her much older self, and very much just a friend distracting me. After the dogs go berserk with the annoying girl by knocking her around wildly, thrashing her...keeping her at bay from me in the living room, it was dark there, so I actually closed the sliding door on her and saw no shadow of mine, just the light streaming on her as she raised her hand helplessly before I shut the door. Eli runs towards my bed and dives at it. Sydney sits at my large bean bag chair that I usually sit in. She talks to me about things, then a tear rolls down her eye. I ask her what is wrong, and she looks at the younger version of Eli. I look at him and look back at her. I say "ok, c'mhere" and walk to the kitchen, where she spills her guts.
Turns out she was upset about Eli, revealing to me about the bus accident. "He's not the same person, not the same Eli I knew. We just have all these awkard conversations." I say it's ok, you'll adapt and find the good in the New Eli. She somewhat ignores this and shows me a forum online where people are making fun of her plight. I simply laugh and say, "o come on, these are just internet trolls."

All of a sudden, I am shaken around and everything violently disappears. I find myself clinging on a white pillar in the middle of nowhere. When I look around, there are more white pillars in a row. Hundreds of them allover in a row. I look up, and it reaches all the way to infinity, the pillars do not stop. I feel my gravity being switched upwards or I was hanging upright with the sensation that I was upside down. In the re-orienting of my gravity, I let go of the pillar by mistake and am plunging downwards towards the infinity. I suddenly come to the realization that I am dreaming, and this sensation is so distinct, I feel that my head is rising. I start screaming because it felt SO REAL and I was falling, then since I realized that I realized I was dreaming, it becomes pitch black. I awoke immediately and I get out of bed, sitting upright and I am screaming at the top of my lungs at this point, no SHRIEKING because I have awakened in the dark, and I am terrified of the dark, especially when the light switch glows eerily, and something sinister was manifesting because my fear was fueling it. At this point the sensation of my head rising was somewhat there, but not as strong. Then I awake, and realize I had a false awakening, for I wasn't waking up in my room's view, but the blanket was blocking my view.

I don't know if it counts as a lucid, but it was definitely clear. I know for one thing is that I must keep out of the dark at all cost if I become lucid, definitely would be a bad trip for me. I think my dogs are protecting me and watching out for me too, even in my dreams. After discussing this in the Lucid Dream chat, it is official that the first recorded Lucid Dream I had, is a DILD.