Thread: Xenosis's dream journal

Tonight was the first time I had ever consciously thought of recording my dreams, but even then it was hard to remember anything. I tried repeating "When I go to sleep I will realize I'm dreaming" to myself to get lucidity before going to sleep, but I can't even remember because my dream recall is so bad.

My last dream, the only one I remember, goes like this, as a fragment:

I was standing either outside or in a building. I think I was in a doctor's office? There was a woman (possibly a nurse?) standing in front a fence. Me and Stewie from the show Family Guy were listening to her talk about all these different sizes of bottles that she had, in different volume measurements like litres and gallons. We were supposed to pee in the bottles for some sort of test I think. Stewie made some Family Guy-type joke about how he'd check something regularly.

Had vague recollections of my dreams last night. My dream recall isn't so good on these dreams, I know there was more details that I forgot.

1. I was at a house with a pool. The DCs were all characters from the Resident Evil video games. I watched as the girls and the guys all swam. One of the guys changed the setting (temperature and stuff) of the pool and it made all the girls run off and go back inside the house. Later I saw a black baby DC at the shallow end of the pool (where for some reason there wasn't any water anymore) and I went down to pick him to make sure he didn't drown. We walked back inside the house.

2. I'm sitting on a very large bus or train heading somewhere back to my house. There are many DCs here. I think I am with my family. They say something to me but I don't remember. I look around the bus. It looks more like an extremely large movie theater room. The length of one wall to the other is immense. There are some TVs around. We eventually stop moving and get off.

Didn't remember my dream last night. Maybe because I was noisily woken up by my family in the other room talking to each other.

The colors for lucid dreams and non-lucid dreams are very similar.
Might I suggest using more distinguishing colors?

@above: thanks for the suggestion.

I haven't been recording my dreams for the past month, mostly because I'm lazy. I've been meaning to start again, so here I go. I remembered part of last night's dream. However, I got woken up by a ringing phone.

Me and my brother are walking around in an unfamiliar neighborhood. We walk into a strange place... I suppose it's a restaurant, except it doesn't seem like one. The entrance doors lead into a tiny room no bigger than a walk-in closet.
On the wall opposite us, there is a glass window. We can see a woman in the other room through the window. In the middle of the room, there is a table with plates of half-eaten food on it, which is how I guessed it was a restaurant. If you have ever watched the TV show Law & Order or any other police dramas, try to imagine the interrogation room. That's basically what the room looked like.
The DC woman who I guess is the owner of the "restaurant" comes in and greets us. For some reason I get a creepy feeling. She starts to clean up the plates on the table and we begin to sit down.

*scene change*

It's dark now. I'm in a car, with my brother driving. The woman from the restaurant is also in the car with us. She still gives me a creepy feeling. Someone keeps calling us. However, it's really strange. We're sitting in the car.. hearing a phone's ringtone... but it's landline phones, not a cellphone. Like, every time the car stops at a red light, the loud ringing of a house phone can be heard from all the way inside the houses on the side of the street.
The really weird thing is that it happens every time we stop AND while we're driving, so it's like someone constantly calling at each house at each place in the street you stop. When I woke up I guessed that the phone ringing was inserted into the dream. Anyway, the restaurant woman DC is getting annoyed by the ringing phone. We tell her it's just our mom calling because she's worried.

*scene change*

I'm inside my house now, alone. I walk into the kitchen. The kitchen looks strange. It doesn't look anything like in real life. Toasters are in the wrong place, the table is on the other side of the room, and other things. I see two DCs, a man and a woman. I don't remember why, but I yell at the man that he could've set the house on fire with the toaster that's behind him. At that point the ringing phone wakes me up.

*scene change*

I am running through a large building with a group of people. It is daytime and bright. I recall that I am with my father and mother. We are escaping a group of zombies that are chasing us. We run into a room with some survivors and slam the door shut. I pick up a gun and shoot some of the zombies that managed to make it in. Then for some reason I open the door to shoot some of the remaining zombies. Some of them try to bust through the door as I'm slamming it shut again. One makes it through, and for some reason or another he doesn't attack. Instead he walks up slowly to me, singing, in my face. He looks like a zombie but he is singing. I swing a hammer into his face repeatedly (I forgot what happened to the gun, but somehow I picked up a hammer) and he doesn't go down. He keeps singing to me, face to face. I manage to escape him, and I look out the window of the room we're in. I finally see where we are. There is a large courtyard below because we're on the second floor, and there are 3 or 4 large buildings interconnected to us by bridges. We see other survivors walking around on the bridges from our building to the next.

I ask my father what happened to the singing zombie. He says that he killed him with a bullet to the side of the head. I notice, interestingly, in between our floor and the first floor is a catwalk type area with some tables where we could relax. My father goes down there to drink beer with his friends. My mother is worried. "What if there are still zombies down there?" she asks. "Don't worry, all the other people shot the zombies, they're gone now," my father responds. He goes down to the catwalk. I decide to go outside to explore too. It's true, all of the zombies are gone from the buildings. I take the bridge over to another building because I see a bunch of people walking towards that direction. "What's going on?" I ask some DCs. Nobody responds. I keep walking. I see three of my friends from highschool. I don't remember their names now that I've woken up, but one of them was named Megan. "X! X! Megan!" I remember saying. "What's going on?" "They're handing out ration stamps." Megan responds. "Oh crap, really?" I say. "Yeah, they're at the table over there." she says, and points to a table. I run over to the table as they run out of stamps. "Dammit!" I remember saying to myself. I walk dejectedly back to the room where we're camping.

*scene change*

I am walking through an indoor mall with my mother. She and I walk into a high-end store. We see a famous fashion designer of some sort. Apparently we know him. "What are you doing here?" we ask him. "I'm doing the fashion show outside," he says. "Why don't you come watch?" We look outside the window of the mall and see a runway and a bunch of chairs set up in the middle of the mall. There is a large crowd sitting in the seats, and strobe lights are flashing over the runway. We start to walk outside. Then the chirping of birds outside my window wake me up.

Possible dreamsigns:
My mother and father

I recall very little from last night.. but I'll try to record it anyways.

I am at a fairground with my brother. I've seen this fairground several times in different dreams before. We seperate for some reason or other. I meet up with a friend and we chat.

*scene change*

I am at an indoor mall, I think the same one from last night. I meet an attractive-looking boy in a store. We flirt for a little bit. Then he goes somewhere. I keep looking for him but I can't find him. I want to have sex with him and I know he wants to have sex with me but he is playing hard to get. I eventually give up and for some reason I meet up with my brother somewhere in the mall.

*scene change*

I am with my brother again. We are walking down an urban street during the daytime. It is hot outside, so for some reason one of us has our shirt off. I can't remember who. We pass by a two-story building. The building has a store called Ms. Rayovac. There are other stores called Ms. something that all have to do with brand names but I don't remember what they're called.

We keep walking down the street and I pass by a bunch of pipes coming out of the cement. They're connected to a hose that's shooting out a lot of water. Next to the hose is a valve. "Look, someone's wasting a bunch of water." I say to my brother. I turn the valve and shut the water off. We start walking again and then I look back. There is a big sign behind the pipes and hose I didn't notice before. "PUBLIC ACCESS WATER" it says. "Oh, that was for the public," I tell my brother.

We keep walking down the concrete street and then we reach a part where a tree's branches are so thick that we have to crouch down to keep walking. Unfortunately, there is dog poop everywhere in this particular part of the street. "Ugh, it's like a mine field!" I say. As we get past the part with the tree we see a black man sitting in front of his house. He says something to us, and we say something back that I don't remember.


Possible dreamsigns:
My brother
The fairground
The indoor mall

Posted a little late.. my dream from two nights ago. No sex dreams this time. Phew.

I only managed to write a few keywords in my journal after waking up, so I don't remember everything. Here are the fragments I remember.

I am in a bookstore or cafe, I think. I meet Michaela Conlin from the TV show "Bones". She smiles as I ask her for her autograph.

*scene change*

It's daytime. I am exploring a college campus, with my mother. We walk around and go into a building. There is a store that only sells merchandise from the TV show "One Tree Hill". Some of the stars of the show run the store, but I can't remember who. We walk around some more. I go to math class and realize that I bought the wrong textbook.

*scene change*

Daytime. Outside. I'm standing in front of a seemingly abandoned house with my brother. We go through the side of the house. There's junk everywhere. We go into the backyard. I have to climb over mountains of trash and furniture and other junk. We go in through the back door, which is open. I think we're in the house to rob it. It's kinda creepy in here. I get a strange feeling. There are cats everywhere in the house and outside. For some reason, we smash a window in the side of the house and climb out. Then we leave the house through the back.

Recurring dreamsigns:
My brother
My mother

Been a while since I posted.. but this is the most vivid dream night I've had in months. To the point where I could recall most of it.

I am in my old high school again. This is a very common location in my dreams. It's not really my high school as I remember it. It's more like a warped version. It's much bigger but the layout is pretty much the same. I remember walking across a bridge, then see my car on the other side. I remember going to the car and doing something. The dream is rather hazy...

*scene change*

This is the dream that I remember very vividly:

It all starts in my house. My mother is very sad for some reason. "What is it?" I ask her. "Something happened to my brother," she said. Her brother's in her home country, so she doesn't see him. They talk over the phone occasionally. Also, I can remember if her brother died or got in accident. One of those. "We have to go back in time and fix it," she tells me.

Time travel? I'm very skeptical for some reason. Then I realize that yeah, we DO have one. It's in my closet. It looks kind of like a coffee maker with one of those rotating dials that has 5 minute intervals and shuts itself off when the timer runs out.

"Go ask your brother how it works again," my mom tells me. So I go to his room and he says "You have to turn the dial to the right time you want."
"Oh yeah," I say, "That's how it works!" I go back to my room to my mother. My father walks in and hand me a giant paperback book about the size of a pillow. "This is your time traveling passport," he tells me. I flip through it. It has my birthday, time period, and other info. "So who's going with us?" I ask my mom. "Just me and you," she says. I don't remember how, but we take the machine to another time...

*scene change* (but it's still the same dream I think)

I'm now in a bookstore/library type place, which seems to be either in the neat future or far future. "Wait, this isn't the right time," I remember thinking. My mom is gone. Next to me is my friend. He's just a DC, I don't know who this guy is and I've never met him in real life. But in this dream I guess he plays my friend. A guy comes up to us. "Can you take my X downstairs?" The "X" is referring to a feriocious beast- lion or tiger or something like that, I can't remember. Also, the library/bookstore has three floors, so that's what he meant by downstairs. He heads downstairs with the lion. For some reason, I go outside.

It appears I'm at an outdoor mall somewhere in the future. I wander around for a little bit. Then I come back. Apparently, my friend died trying to take the lion/tiger thing downstairs. I mourn my friend's death. I try taking the stairs down to the 1st floor where he was. It's blocked off by a sign that says, "Do not enter, crime scene". I walk past it and head down anyways. In the corner of my eye I see a librarian but she doesn't bat an eye at me for ignoring the sign.

I am now downstairs. To the left I see a large crowd gathered around something. There's a policeman at the front of the crowd. He explains how the body was mauled. "It ripped his heart out and tore his cords!" I remember him saying. I didn't see the body because of the crowd (that would have been traumatizing).

I head back upstairs, in sadness. Then I turn around see the dead person alive behind me. But for some reason the dream has turned my friend who was male who died into Britney Spears (if that makes any sense, pretend Britney was the one who I arrived with at the beginning of the dream). "I knew you were alive! I guessed this was going to happen!" I say at Britney. "Of course I'm alive, silly. You think that lion would get me?" I turn around again. A bunch of her CDs are lined up in a rack. I remember thinking to myself, "Oh, that's what she means. She'll live on through her music. She's not really alive." The dream ends as I wake myself up.