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      ghostyyy's Journal of Dreams

      woot.

      I decided that I want to migrate my DJ over to a publicly-viewed forum. Maybe it'll be interesting to you, who knows. Enjoying reading about my subconscious!
      Feel free to comment to, if you so desire.

      Non-dream parts are written in black.
      Dream parts are written in blue.
      Lucid parts are written in red.

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      Night of July 24, '09
      Aids consumed before bed: -

      This was the first time that I woke up after the first dream and successfully stayed awake enough to write down some notes. Surprisingly, my nighttime, not-fully-awake-and-unable-to-see-what-I'm-writing handwriting is pretty good.

      In the first dream, I find myself in a boat similar to a gondola. It's more of a mix between a gondola and a viking ship, but it doesn't really matter. It's just me in the boat, but it's floating along its own course. I have to do nothing. I'm drifting through these massive, red caverns with extremely high ceilings. The water is a translucent, bright red- a similar red to the walls. As I float along, it becomes apparent to me that somehow it's someone's nasal cavity... and it doesn't surprise me or faze me.

      At this point, I wake up. Time is ~2:50a. I lie there for a bit, wondering if I should jot the dream down or not. I finally convince myself that doing so won't hinder my sleeping, so I quickly write down some notes and fall back asleep.

      The next dream I have is possibly a recurring dream. By that, I mean it completely felt like I've dreamt it before (and even mentioned it in my dream), but I can't remember experiencing it previously.

      I'm walking around my neighborhood at the beginning of this dream. The sky becomes this ominous grey, and I find myself running up the hill quickly. Reaching the top of the hill, I instinctively dive into this deep, underground bunker. In this bunker, I seem to take on the perspective of a young girl, and everything else takes on a feeling of being in an overly-dramatic, high budget action film.

      The bunker is this massive chamber, and I quickly dodge behind these large doors. I seem to know what's coming, but I can't verbalize it. The doors are heavy and slowly closing, and I'm peering out between the crack when suddenly, a huge explosion occurs right outside of the doors. Everything slows down Matrix-style, and my perspective pans around myself peering out the door.

      The explosion finishes, and I along with a few other people in the bunker crawl out to the street level, and the explosion was a nearly apocalyptic (my perspective returns to my normal body). The remaining survivors and I make our way down the street when a girl runs up to us, crying about her lost dog. For some reason, I yell at her and tell her to suck it up because I saw my father die in the explosion for a second time
      (this is when I note that it's a recurring dream) and she snaps out of her melancholy and tells me this is the second time she's lost her dog too. So she runs off to find someone else to pity her.

      We make our way to the gas station down the street, and find nobody there but everything completely locked up. I steal a water bottle and a can of Dr. Pepper from the displays set up outside and we go back to the bunker. As we approach our destination, we see many fire trucks and police cars lining the streets, with the firemen attempting to put out a fire that isn't there. A car pulls up along the side of us, and it's packed full of people I know, mostly ravers. I try to get the attention of Casper, but he doesn't seem to notice me. Everyone else says hi before they drive off, and a police car follows them. I stand there and watch the firemen for a bit before...


      ...I wake up. Time is ~7:20a. I have to get up in a bit anyways, so I just write down some notes and allow my body to fully wake up.

      Ravers, man. They HAVE to be my dream sign. I need to train myself to recognize them and do reality checks when I see them.

      Theme(s): Recurring, ravers, movie-like actions, weird travels
      Character(s): Casper, Sprite, Martina, Obi, ...ravers in general

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      Night of July 27, '09
      Aids consumed before bed: -

      This was a really interesting set of dreams, because they all sort of related to each other. Kind of. But not really.

      In the first dream, I'm walking down a dark, marble hallway in an enormous mansion. There are crew members and camera people running about everywhere, so obviously I'm on a movie set. After walking for a short while, I arrive at the main room, where the big production is being filmed. I'm backstage, standing on a rafter, when I realize the main spectacle being filmed is my friend, Andrew.

      I lean back on the rafters, watching him sway side to side with a camera stuck right up in his face, when I turn around and see a camera coming up right behind me. I move to the side and watch it extend past me. Turning back to face Andrew, a woman is suddenly next to me and explains that he's recording his debut single called "Backpack Floss." (even in my dream I think "who the hell would name a song that?")

      As I watch my friend sing this weird song, I get a text message. It says something along the lines of "I like the idea of it, but I could probably do it better." I look at who it's from, and it's from Beyonce. I wonder for a bit if she's texting me directly of it's just a Twitter update or something,
      when suddenly I wake up.

      Time is 4:42a. I jot down some notes, not really sure of where I'm writing (turns out I wrote over some notes from a few nights before... oops.) and quickly go back to sleep.

      In the next dream, I actually dream that I wake up. It's morning and everything and the sun is shining brightly, so I wake up and stretch. I pick up my physical dream journal and read what I wrote, laughing at the the idea of Andrew having a song on the radio, and it also being called something like "Backpack Floss." I walk down the stairs and turn on my laptop and begin to write out a post on this dream journal when the dream fades.

      I don't remember physically waking up and noting that it was a dream, because it kind of flows right into the next dream.

      I find myself in a grungey, industrial, run down kind of prison-style apartment complex. I walk around and look at cell after cell before sitting down in one of them. I look one way then look another way, and suddenly I'm walking around Target with some girl that I've never met or known before.

      We make our way down the greeting card aisle, looking at ribbons and whatnot, when she turns to me enthusiastically and says "So are we gonna do it?" Dream wtf moment #2. Caught up in the enthusiasm, I just agree. We walk a few more steps when I suddenly realize what I've agreed to. I turn to her and explain how I actually don't want to be involved in any romantic relationship at the moment, and try to walk away.

      She follows me and mumbles something about breaking a promise and how she's going to hurt herself, so I walk faster. I shake her off and go back to the prison-like apartments and sit myself at a computer. I somehow find her on Livejournal and look at her profile, and she's OBSESSED with Goofy from the Disney corporation. Like, to a scary point. I just kind of look at her profile and how much she loves Goofy
      when I wake up.

      Time is about 10a, so I roll over and stretch, actually wake up, and reread my dream journal notes. There was one more dream in there, but I can't remember it on any level of entirety. I just get short flashes of what I think it was, so I didn't bother to try and write down notes of it.

      Theme(s): Movie-like actions, people from high school
      Character(s): Andrew

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      Night of July 28
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      The dream begins with me on a plane. I'm surrounded by people from OC, and we're on some kind school trip. We fly in the air for a bit before beginning to land, which is a very quick process. As we skid along the runway, there's a group of people standing around. The wing begins to approach them and I try to yell at them to warn them, but the wing completely hits a woman standing there in the face, and I can't help but burst into laughter.

      We get off the plane and make our way to a dilapidated hotel. I've seen the hotel in a previous dream, but this time it's nearly run down and not as glamourous as it previously was. The interior is disgustingly pink, and I'm carrying my luggage through the lobby. I step into the elevator, which is really a service elevator, with a few other people and we wait for it to go up. It goes about halfway up the first flight and suddenly stops. We're told we have to slam down on the doors in order for it to continue going up. Everyone else jumps to go operate the elevator, but I sit back and watch.

      Finally, the elevator arrives at my room (which ironically looks exactly like the lobby) and I find out that all the slamming of the elevator doors was actually to help us get food. Plates of food cover my room and I begin to sample each dish while reading the menu of what it all is. I mention how surprisingly delicious the food is when
      suddenly, I wake up.

      I notice that I wake up, but my eyes remain closed. I take advantage of this and attempt to DEILD, but I just fall asleep once more. Haha..

      The next dream is pretty brief, or at least what I can remember of it is brief. I'm at Glitz's apartment for some reason that I can't remember, and I'm furiously trying to find a pair of pants to wear. I'm digging through piles and piles of clothes when Glitz angrily yells at me that I can't wear her boyfriend's pants. For some reason, I have a knowledge that he recently passed away or something, so it's understandable to me even though she doesn't explicitly mention it. I say something along the lines of wearing some of her pants, since we wear the same size.

      I don't remember too much after that, but the dream continues for a bit before I wake up.

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