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[AbstractAsylum]

Hi guys. I was a little unsure about making this Dream Journal, and I don't know if anyone will read it. But, I figure it'll benefit me a little bit. These are my dreams. A little glimpse into my mind, my thoughts, and who I am I. This will chronicle my progress on my determined path to lucid dream. ---------------------------------- Normal Dreams will be in purple. Lucid Dreams will be in green. Ramblings will be in dark red. Comments will be in black. ---------------------------------- Each post will come with a picture or video. MY DREAM GOALS Have 5 Lucid Dreams [ ] 3/5 Recall 5+ Dreams a Night [ ] Have a Successful WILD [ ] (close, very close) Arrange My Sleep Schedule [ ] Do Regular RC's [ ] Have Regular DILDs [ ] Master [ ] MY DREAM TASKS Fly [ ] Teleport [ ] Stretch Time [ ] Be a Superhero Use Telekinesis in School [ ] Visit Pandora and meet the Na'vi, Jake and Neytiri [ ] (could satisfy me forever, a million tasks stem from this one) Visit the lands of Myst [ ] What does my soul look like? What does it sound like? [ / ] Compose in my dream [ ] Meet John Lennon and Bill Hicks [ ] Perform with Opeth/any of my favorite bands [ ] Craft my own worlds like in Myst [ ] Beat the shit out of Sirrus for trapping me in that damn book [ ] Zombie dream [ ] Fallout 3 dream [ ] Star Fox [ ] A Game of Thrones [ ]

[AbstractAsylum]

12/31/09 - Entry 1 Spoiler for Dream 1: The Dark Myst Tower of 9: My cousin Jackie and I were mystery solvers in this dream. My school had been taken up by evil black ghosts, cartoony balls with terrible evil grins. They died when sprayed with water, so the administration had fire hoses to combat the thousands of swarming creatures. We knew, though, that eventually the water was going to run out. We left the school, and inside a building we could see a shriveled, orange goblin controlling and spawning the ghosts. We went back to my house, and my cousin ignored me for a while. After a while, we were in the backyard, and there was a pathway in the woods. It was guarded by a number puzzle, like the clock tower in the game Myst. I tried opening it myself, and it worked. I had a good feeling that this was the pathway to the orange goblin! I ran to my cousin and got her to come along, but this time when solving the puzzle, I made a mistake. This somehow alerted the goblin of our presence, and we both passed out. When I woke up, my cousin was Patrick from Spongebob Squarepants. We were in a dirty, decrepit house, and stretched in front of us were miles of ruins, all centering around a huge tower. The destruction could only mean one thing: that the orange goblin was in that tower. I started searching around the house, and found a scroll of writing with a knife inside. Extremely Myst-like. We left the house, and the dream turned into a top-down adventure game, like Legend of Zelda or Soul Blazer. We battled our way through tons of black ghosts, but there was one spawn point that was just too hard, and we died. We woke up back in the old house. Finding a helicopter, I decided it was time to get serious, bitch. I got in the helicopter and sped towards the tower, shooting rockets and machine guns (but doing little damage). I landed on the outside of the floor where the goblin was hiding. The building was very Pagoda-like, and there were two rings on each floor. The goblin knew I was there, and he yelled, "One ring can't save you from me now!". I replied, "Actually, there's two!", and smashed through the window. In the room, it was all blue and black stone, lit by torches. There was a grid on the floor, and I had to take this goblin in Square Enix-style RTS combat. I had Patrick Starr and some kickass knight, and he had two giants made out of rock. I went first, but I accidentally fucked up my turn. On his turn, one of the stone giants moved all the way across the field and raped my team in the ass. I woke up. Spoiler for Dream 2: Earth Sucks.: In this dream, I had just gotten out of a Home Depot-like store. I was with my cousin again, and everything was very vivid. Our planet was destroyed, polluted, and bleak. We were surrounded by water. As we walked around outside the building, we saw leaking bags of pesticides, disgusting fountains, foggy skies, a highway, and of course polluted water. There were other people there, a group of middle-aged couples. I tried to convince them "look how bad our planet is". "Look at how much it sucks compared to Pandora, look at how complicated we made our simple, green Earth." They debated at first, but eventually agreed.

[CanceledCzech]

Haha that's pretty epic man. Also, those pics are rad.

[AbstractAsylum]

1/01/2010 Didn't recall anything last night...must've been partying too much. Splitting headache after only a few hours of sleep distracted me from my morning memory practices...so I'll share a little nonsense blurb I wrote down in the middle of the night a few days ago. I have no idea what it means, maybe you can decipher it? In this dream, I was reading about Avatar and whoever was running Pandora sold the planet to Darth Vader, who added a third bass drum pedal to the side of the diagram, destroying the planet. I was trying to rally people to stop the sale, and I specifically remember my older brother Jason ignoring my quest for help. Makes perfect sense. I don't remember the dream, and have about as much of a clue to what the hell happened as you do.

[AbstractAsylum]

1/02/10 - Happy Palindrome Day - Entry 2 After a morning and night of no sleep until 4:00 (which was jarred by a repeating foghorn) I actually have one dream to write down. And it's a pretty sick one. Spoiler for Dream 1: 8 Strings and Zombies: This dream started at my friend Alex's house, only a little while down the road from mine. I was in a room there that I'd never seen before, and it was very white and sunny. We were surfing the net, of course, and I had him download the fantastic movie Avatar and the amazing album "The Human Equation" by Ayreon. As we were surfing, we came across a gorgeous guitar on the internet. 8 strings, swamp maple, dark red superstrat body, maple neck and fretboard, 4/4 headstock, and a bar inlay on the 12th fret. Alex (who doesn't play guitar) decided to buy it, pulling it through the computer into the room where we were sitting. I started to play it, and Alex's dad came in to nag him about taking a shower. I left, taking the 8 string with me to my house to take care of it, like any good friend would do. I played the guitar for a while. It was godly. I showed my uncle, who liked it a lot, but eventually he left, and I was left alone in a creepy silence. It seemed almost too silent, until loud bangs started echoing through my house and the houses around me. What was that? I walked outside my room to find out. It was zombies. I ran to my front door, kicking out a zombie and shutting it before he could rip through the screen. The room was full, and I ran towards the stairs, figuring I would be safer on higher ground. As I jumped into the stairwell, I realized that was a terrible idea, because a HUGE zombie holding a picture of Neytiri was waiting halfway up for me. I dashed to my room, locking the door behind me. There were no zombies in here, and I was safe. After a while of waiting, I unlocked the door and went into the hallway. Small zombie dogs jumped at me, flying ridiculous distances to try and pull me to the ground and devour my flesh. Before they could make it, however, gunshots rang out like cries and stopped the dogs in their tracks. I looked in my brother's room, and on his bed was a bald man with a gun. I could tell he was tough, and that he loved killing animals. His gun was pointed at my dog. I jumped to my dog, covering him with my arms. He was not infected. I begged with the man not to shoot him, and eventually he lowered the gun. I woke up here.

[AbstractAsylum]

1/03/2010 Spoiler for Dream 1: Moar Zombies: It started out in school. I was late to French class, and getting stopped by every teacher. My gym teacher asked for a pass, because she was the hall monitor, and I sneezed all over her. Eventually, I managed to get my locker, get my French stuff, and my friend Alex was getting his stuff too. He told me to get my Gameboy, because it was already lunchtime. We went to lunch, and no one else was there. Instead of the lunch room, it was in a big open, snowy field. I told Alex about how Greg, our friend, had been ignoring me lately. After this I left school, and everyone had turned into zombies. They were all outside my house, so I held up there with my mom, Jackie, and my brother Austin. Jackie was making a bed downstairs, and I scanned my mother for her percent of zombie-ness. She had some, from an infected bug that was in our living room. We had just let our dog go (he was infected) and I was not willing to lose my mother. So, we reversed time back to before she was bitten, and I tried to smash the bug. We did this multiple times until we succeeded. When I did kill it, its eyes became all cartoony and it was very gruesome. Soon after, my father came home in his truck, and I woke up. Spoiler for Ramble: "For every blade of grass, the universal path." - Paul Masvidal I look out over the city and my eyes see looming buildings, and sparkling lights that are beautiful, to most. My ears hear cars drive by and faint music as people start their nights and end their days. I can smell smoke through my nose from the day's last cigarette of the man below me. But what I see and what my senses percieve are two very, very different things. What I really see is a line of carefully calculated piles, columns, and towers of carefully calculated bullshit. What I smell is the filthy, artificial scent of massive congregations of sleepwalkers. What I really hear is the snoring of millions of dreaming human beings. Why such a rough outlook? Well, we are asleep. We our dreaming and our sleepwalker's insanity causes us to bind meanings and emotions to small pieces of the grand artifical system all around us. Our phones and appointments, our cars and contracts, our liars and lawyers are all products of our diseased collective consciousness. Our fake world and our fake lives have caused you, the real, untainted you, to die in your sleep. But this is not all that I see, because there is a waking life on the other side of this city that not many of it's residents are aware of. I see millions of hearts, and millions of people in love. Some are in love with the others around them, and some are in love with the paper in their wallets. I hear the sounds of the oceans and forests, and the natural music that flows like time throughout all systems of life. I smell fresh air. I feel the brilliance of billions of lives, millions of species, all connected to the very ground we live on and the commitment to it we share. Life doesn't fret for a football game, or a celebrity, or its hair or car or coffee or even small green pieces of paper. The true beauty in the life around us is its simplicity. The true majesty is in the interconnected way in which everything peacefully functions. Life doesn't want a new phone for Christmas, or a new car for its 16th birthday. Life simply wants to exist. So I dare to say that it is not me who is delusional. It's the people who have drempt that there is nothing more important than the devices they have made. It's the people who seek meaning and beauty in a paycheck instead of a world teeming with diversity. It is the people who knowingly put the well being of a planet behind progress on a fairy tale economic or social ladder. I'd like to see these people's money create. I'd like to see them take a piece of their economy and use it to plant a new life. I'd like to see their green paper repair our rapidly greying planet. But most of all, I would like every dreamer to see the beauty in nature that I see, and feel the simple, amazing forces of life that I know twirl and tumble around all of us. In order to do that, though, first they just need to wake up.

[AbstractAsylum]

1/04/10 Spoiler for I hear my voice, and it's been here...Silent All These Years: <object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ohiRxoakhog&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ohiRxoakhog&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object> In this dream, I started off in a place like Nomad's or Chuck E. Cheese...full of carnival rides and games. There was blue and purple neon everywhere, and I was there with my cousin Jackie. There was also a huge outside town/stage, that reminded me of Lake George mixed with Riverside Park (old theme park that got bought by Six Flags near me). I started out playing a game that was like tag, except set up on a 2D field that was a huge maze, and reminded me of a bunch of mini-golf holes. A lot of kids from my school were there, ones that don't particularly like me. The object of the game was to knock other players out by pushing them off the edge of the platform. It was very complicated, and there were lots of trap doors and movable components. Two kids from my school were doing very well, because they do well in everything. I left the game with my cousin. We rode a cool "flying" ride, where the carts had you lying down, as if you were flying. There was also a cool teacups-like ride, and a lot of other stuff we didn't go on. After a while, my cousin Jackie left to meet her brother Ryan, but I stayed for a little it to ride the flying ride again. The kids on it were toppling it and making it move all around, some jumping out of their harnesses and some sinking so low they touched the ground. I yelled at them to stop, and they got a little better, but not much. After this I went, sour, to meet my two cousins. I came to them, and they were with my Uncle Ray. I noticed that all rides in half of the building were closed as I left, and now we were outside. It was a beautiful night, with tons of stars above us. A conductor came onto a stage that was shaped oddly, and colored turquoise. They played, and I made sure to be very quiet and respectful. After they were finished, Tori Amos came on. I started talking, and Ryan shushed me. She started to play "Silent All These Years", but the orchestra's microphones had stopped working. She left the stage, and Ryan and myself ran after her. We followed her in a secret passageway disguised as a washing machine into the same kind of building as the stage: turquoise, and shaped like a mushroom/Smurf house. There were lots of cables, and this was apparently where she had been living. Ryan went to help her with the mics and cables, and I complimented her (apparently she didn't like that, but I couldn't tell her reaction) and left. I got my cousins Jackie and Michaela, and took them. They sang SATY in harmony as we skipped to meet Tori. By the time we got to the secret entrance, it was daytime, and there was a bunch of press there. They had found a way in and were going to bother her. I woke up. Spoiler for Small Dream: I got a call from one of my OLD friend's mothers, asking me about his little brother. He had seen a clip from the show Family Guy, and was now emotionally scarred. I told her about how I like the show, and it was probably because there was creepy music (violins holding a diminished fifth) over the clip when he saw it. She stopped listening by the end of the conversation, which disturbed me a little bit. This dream may have gone into the first one.

[Portalboat]

In this dream, I was reading about Avatar and whoever was running Pandora sold the planet to Darth Vader, who added a third bass drum pedal to the side of the diagram, destroying the planet. I was trying to rally people to stop the sale, and I specifically remember my older brother Jason ignoring my quest for help. ....wait, what?

[Majinaki]

lol yeah.... What?, lol i know it's a fragment but when the hell could could we connect bass drums to a planet's diagram lo0l