Thread: chroNick's Dream Journal

I woke up from a semi-vivid dream. This dream didn't flow logically one bit, but seemed like a series of events which spontaneously mainfisted from itself during the dream. After I awoke, I wrote in my phone a few buzz words, and now that I'm looking at them, I forget writing half of them.

Anyways from what I remember, I was taking a shower, and a friend of mine wanted to come in the shower to take a shower with me (mind you he is male and my orientation doesn't really go that way). I was quite disturbed and disgusted he tried to come in the bathroom, so I got a bit pissed, but I held my anger. He then took off his dick and replaced it with the doornob. This really disgusted me in the dream. But he eventually took his dick off the door and replaced it with the doornob.

I got ready to go out, and I met another friend who said we needed to hurry up and go to Hong Kong, and that we should take a taxi because it's the fastest way. After a few minutes we arrived in Hong Kong, which didn't seem to be Hong Kong at all. The landscape had a lot hills and quite a bit of nature. I had met a secretary who worked in my highschool. She said a few things to me, but I don't remember now. I was then handed a book about investments by someone. I'm positive there is more that happened, but the buzz words aren't really ringing any bell, so I'll have to end the journal here. Next time I will keep a paper and pen handy and write it out in detail, as buzz words might not be sufficient.

Today I had three dreams. Two of them were really confusing and the story didn't make sense, and I only remembered the last scene of the two dreams vividly so I'm going to write about that. The third dream I remember completely.

The first dream.

I was in a restaurant and I went out somewhere and I came back. My brother and I were sitting at the counter, and behind us were two old women. Before I went out, I had left my sweat shirt and jacket on the counter chair next to me. As I came back, one of the old women had taken my sweatshirt and didn't want me to see that she had it, so she threw the shirt back onto the chair in hopes that I wouldn't see her messing with my shirt, however I did. I said in Japanese "are you messing with my clothes?" and she lied by nodding "no". So I said a lot louder, "are you fuckin messing with my clothes bitch?" as I squeezed her mouth. The alarm went off and I woke up.

The Second Dream

There was a skunk threatening to piss. This guy who I had never seen before was next to me warning me about it, and the skunk was in the water spraying his/her piss and contaminating the water.

The Third Dream

A guy named Aaron and Varun who I know in real life were at my house playing a board game. Aaron was bragging to Varun how he played this board game against me and bet money and won twice. He had bet $10 the first time and $15 the next time, however when he told bragged to Varun, he said $100 and $150. I got kinda pissed but I didn't say anything at first. And then Aaron went on to say how was better than me and made me to look like a fool for no reason. After they finished the board game I got quite pissed off at him and directly told him that he was full of shit, and told him the correct amount of money that he bet me, and how he ain't shit.

We then left my house and went outside to what appeared to be Kudanshita, and everyone on the streets were drunk. The way Japanese people are drunk is different from Americans. The Japanese are really annoying and can't control their liquor for shit. A lot of times they're publicly intoxicated because theres no laws against that and they can't control their liquor so they're not even walking in a straight line and they sometimes bump into people. In real life, this had always pissed me off. I feel that everyone should have a social responsiblity to act civil in public and not cause distraction or bother other people. They shouldn't be puking on the streets either because it's basically littering, only really dirty liter which other people hate. Often times they get the benefit of the doubt beacuse they're drunk and they "can't control their actions" when in fact they can by drinking less. Anyways, in the dream these Japanese guys were puking everywhere. This one guy looked like he was going to puke on me, and he stumbled and leaned on me because he couldn't walk properly so I got pissed and grabbed him by the neck and threw him against the wall. Varun got pissed off at me exclaiming that he would have helped the guy out if he were in my position. I said that was bullshit and he tried to prove it by helping one of the drunk guys now. I said that wasn't a legit, because he's just going out of his way to help some guy to prove his own defence rather than doing it for genuine good sumaritan reasons. I said that if we wanted to take this test for real, I'd have to spy on him one day when he wasn't aware of it and see how he acts.

After that, Aaron had noticed a billboard that had some advertisement to something. I forget what it was, but it could have been something like a radio station, and to be a DJ or host for it. On the bottom right corner it had said "neareset exit A4". Varun wanted to apply so we went into the subway to find exit A4 so that he could go there, and thats when I woke up.

The End

From this dream you might infer that I'm a violent person because I did two violent acts, but I'm really not.

Sorry for the spelling mistakes and bad grammar. I'm typing this as fast as I can.

I'm about to go to sleep, and I'm writing this entry about a dream that I had last night, so it's not nearly as vivid as it was when I woke up. However, I still remember a bit of it.

The dream started when I was walking down on some street that I have never seen. Here in Tokyo, when they do road construction, along with the do not enter signs that they put on the street, the city pays some old guy to stand out there with a red blinking lightsaber type thing waving it at traffic so they somehow don't accidentally go into the "do not enter" streets. I found this a waste of good tax payer money, but I'm not here to debate about that right now lol. Regardless, these old geezers exist.

So I was walking down the street and I saw some road construction. This guy seemed like he was fucking with me instead of waving me into the right direction. As if he was running in spurts around me doing a little dance. I ignored this and continued to walk on. I saw that they were tearing up the roads to do some grid work on the electricity lines which Tokyo has underneath the roads. I saw this and told myself that I eventually want to live off the grid one of these days. I wanna have some solar panels and be able to completely detach myself from society if I so choose to, not that I would. Just having that ability would be nice.

I then saw a dog that was in agony. This dog couldn't walk straight and was stumbling around while dragging it's head on the ground. I went up to the dog and started petting it and touching it to see what was wrong. It had broken it's neck. I got a little freaked out and kept rubbing/petting his head because I really wanted him to be alright and chill out. It was freaking out by trying to run but it just kept dragging it's head on the road not knowing what to do.

The End

Today I know I had a really long and vivid dream, but I don't remember everything. I remember playing baseball in sort of this hallway, because the passage was narrow. In order to get to this playing field, I had to leap down a 25 foot wall. I thought it was rather steep, but everyone told me that it was only 10 foot tall, and that it would be basically jumping off a basketball rim.

I jumped down to the playing field and wasn't injured doing so. This wall was however about 20 or 30 feet high. So after a while, my team was really kicking ass, and beating the opponents. They changed pitchers when I came up to bat, to some girl who seemed like she really sucked, however when she threw her first pitch, it was a strike, and zipped right by me. I then proceeeded to get more serious and missed the second pitch. On the third pitch, she intentionally threw it in my balls. I fell to the floor and started rolling around in pain. I accused her of purposely pitching it in my balls because they were losing, and I could see her arm aim for my balls.

I got a gun and started shooting her possessions.

Thas all I remember.

My last few dreams were kinda violent. I remember waking up today vividly remembering my dreams, but I forgot now. It's only been a couple of hours and I can't remember anything it seems... but I remember taking a mental note that it wasn't violent.

It seems that my dreams tend to be a bit on the negative side, but this dream wasn't. It was neutral. I'm trying hard to remember it.. sometimes if I just look at a word that had something related to the dream, I could remember it.. and i'm looking at a whole bunch of different topics now, but I can't remember it at all.. it's a bit frustrating. But I've noticed that my dreams can powerfully impact my mood for the whole day. Today I'm soooo neutral for some reason. I don't feel happy or unhappy one bit. I'm just at work just doing my thing here without any emotion. Usually my dreams have strong emotions, but I'm pretty sure my dreams today completely lacked any kind of emotion. I wish I could remember it because it was different from the past few.

This is kind of off topic and it doesn't really have much to do with dreaming, but the the way we remember things is through our brain cell bridges. Basically we have clusters of brain cells throughout our brains. Some of them aren't easily accessable because there aren't many connections/bridges to that cluster. The more you learn and repeat, the more bridges are built. So when we study some date in history and memorize the fact, and look at the wrods over and over, our brain builds stronger and more bridges to the fact. I wonder why dreams fade out so easily.


I'm revisiting this post because I just remembered my dream. I was shopping for wine, and saw this one Syrah that was made in India.. and I was like.. What? India makes Syrah? and then that sparked the memory.

In my dream, I remember being in this Indian restaurant that I frequently go to called Calcutta. My brain was telling me it was the restaurant, but the inside looked totally different. The manager, who's a little Japanese guy told me that there were some of his friend's upstairs, and that I should join them. I usually don't like meeting new people, but I said okay.. and there were all of these people from my highschool.. Sebastian, Yuuki, and a couple of others who I forgot.. and they were watching TV. As I entered the room I was like.. yeah I know these guys.. but none of them really acknoweldged me. They just kept watching TV. I eventually left, and told the Indian manager that I wanted to try Butter Chicken Masala for a change.. and he said he'd make it.. He made the food and he said that he was busy and that he left out some of the spices and herbs, and I should ask someone else for them.. This is obviously a bit strange because you're supposed to cook the spices and herbs into the curry, and not add them later.... but in the dream it didn't seem strange. I asked around for some of the spices, and one guy gave me some spice which appeared to be black pepper shaped like sesame seeds.. He said it was really spicy and that I should try it, but he didn't have the other spices on him. I crushed up the pepper and put more than I should have. I tried the curry and it was too spicy for me..

The End.


Analaysis:

I've been having more and more dreams recently about people in my highschool. I don't keep in contact with any of them because I don't really have good memories of it.. but recently I've seen a lot more of them on Facebook and more and more of them are adding me to their friend's list. I don't know why they're doing it.. probably because if they have more friend's on their list it makes them feel popular. I know a lot of these people adding me have absolutely no intention to connect with me.

Anyways, Mr Sava, my favorite teacher, and many other st.mary's kids favorite teacher had recently died. There's this rememberance thing going on in there and people are becoming fans of the rememberance group, and people are commenting and sharing memories. I've been reading some of them and it brought back some memories of his class and the school, so maybe I've been thinking about them.

Ironically, one guy that didn't like me at all had added me on facebook. I had a dream a while back about how I saw him and I told him that I was sorry for being immature back in the day...

I was at Jacksonville airport, and I happened to meet a dude in my highschool named Hideki. I had a car and he said he needed a ride.. so we got in the car.. and I was like damn Jacksonville is a huge city... the biggest landmass city in all of America.. I hope he's going where I'm going.. I don't want to drive him to the opposite side of town and then go back to myself.

I lived on the Southeast side of Jacksonville, and then I asked him where he's going.. he gave me a vague answer but he said the south side.. so i was like great, let's go..

so we got in the car and started driving.. the road was really dark and vague.. not much light at all.. we started having a conversation about finance and I asked what he was doing..

We got out of the car for some reason, and we were parked on this deserted road, where it was only a road, and grass around us. It was quite dark.. past dusk, where theres only a little bit of light in the air, and the sky looks really navy blue instead of black.... and then he asked me.. and he didn't believe what I said.. He had this confused look on him.

Recently I've been excited about Breaking Bad coming back on air.. so I've been thinking about it recently.

Breaking Bad is about this chemistry teacher who has terminally ill cancer and sells methamphetamines to raise enough money for his family before he dies. He made this one meth batch that was blue because of the chemical process was altered.

In my dream I went to this drug dealer's house and saw the blue batch. This drug dealer didn't like me and wanted me killed. He called 3 yakuza guys to come kill me. I went to some building and saw some shady looking guy who was walking all nonchalantly.. and I knew he was going to try and kill me, so I punched him, and then took his hand and snapped his fingers. I ran away, and the other two guys chased me into a building. In this building I saw a guy that I happened to know (who I've never seen in real life) help me try and escape. He opened his attic for me to go into. I had to climb up in there.. and I remember using all of my force to get up in there. I did it two or three times, and I remember thinking if I had enough strength to do it the third time. I went up to the roof and knew the yakuza guys were looking for me, and that I was trapped and the only way out was that I had to jump to the next building. This place looked a lot like Shibuya.

That's all I remember for now.

I haven't updated my dream journal for a while. My dreams aren't as vivid recently for some reason, and I only remember fragments recently, so I didn't think it was worth writing down.

This dream was also somewhat similar, but a tiny bit more vivid.

All I remember was that I was at a wine tasting bar. I got a couple of glasses of Opus one and remember smelling it. The smell wasn't all that sharp, but the color was dark ruby red, and smelled similar to it before. I gave my girlfriend a glass and I asked her to tell me what the wine was, but she couldn't recognize it. That made me rather disappointed because Opus One is quite expensive. I swirled the wine and drank it.. and as we were leaving, the table that we sat at, which had about 5 or 6 people didn't really like us. They were giving my girlfriend shit. She had a plastic bag which contained bread inside another plastic bad. She bursted the bag with her hands and it made a loud pop sound, and everyone around the table got pissed off at her.

This was rather weird, because if anything, in real life, I would be the one doing something like that. Not her. And she usually always has to deter me from causing trouble in public, but for some reason, the roles were reversed in this dream. Could it mean some kind of significance? Or purely random?

Sure has been a long time. I've had a couple of dreams recently that were quite vivid. Unfortunately I've been busy and procrastinated a bit so I haven't had a chance to write them down.

A couple of days ago, I had a dream that I was talking to my grandmother at her house. I looked outside the window and I could see a landscape which looked like we were on top of a big hill. However in real life, she lives at the bottom of a hill. She seemed quite tense and brought me close to her and hugged me as if she was hugging on to her life. My mind concluded that she was giving me good bye hug before she passed away. When I woke up, I felt quite uneasy and thought it might be a sign that she's in her last days.

I finally had a lucid dream! It was my first real lucid dream since I've been on this site. I say "real" because the first lucid dream was just me being aware that it was lucid. I didn't have any objective in the dream and while I was lucid I was asking myself what I should do. I didn't see anything in the dream but just a greyish cream color all around me. I'm assuming my mind was racing because I was a bit excited and didn't know what I should do and it caused me to wake up.

However yesterday I had a real lucid dream. It started off not lucid. I don't remember much, but all I remember was walking around Tokyo on the streets and saw a lot of people from my highschool everywhere. I was walking alone until I met this guy named Mark. I said what's up to him and talked to him a little bit and then I woke up. I went back to sleep and I continued from where I left off. Because I picked up from the last part of the dream, it struck me that I was lucid. So I was like hey mark what's going on. And it seemed like something was on his mind. He was telling me that he wasn't feeling good and he had some problems. Since I knew I was lucid, I thought hey, if you got problems, why not smoke a bit of weed. I didn't have any weed on me, but since it was a lucid dream, I could do anything write? So like a magician I pulled out a joint that was already rolled between my pants and my belt. I looked at the joint and it wasn't rolled really well. It was quite loose and nobody likes smoking a loose joint. So theres a trick I learned from this dude. If you have a loose joint, you should roll the joint between the palms of your hand, and it makes the joint tighter. So I did it, but it didn't get tight for some reason. So I did it again and again, but it still remained loose. And then I woke up.

Damn it I wanted to get high in my dream and see what it felt like.

I had two dreams today. One of them was scary.

Now that I think about it, it doesn't make any sense. But just briefly remember being outside in the jungle or something somewhere in Africa. I felt an evil spirit around me, and I got freaked out. I asked some people around me if they felt it too, and they said they did, and this got me even more freaked out because it wasn't just my imagination. Then I woke up.

The second I had was in my dormitory at La Salle. I was in my dorm room with my friend Adam. The dorm room was much different than reality. There were three beds that were paralell to each other. I was talking to Adam about James, my roommate, and about how he likes him but I don't really care for the guy. I told him how James is gay (not literally), but the guy probably likes Britney Spears songs, but won't admit it. He plays the songs in our room sometimes and he says he thinks funny and is making fun of the song, when in reality he probably likes the songs. We looked out the window and noticed James with pom poms and I just told Adam how retarded he is and gay he is.

Adam heard James in the hallway, so he left my room and started messing around with him like 8 year olds would do, like play fighting. I observed this through the peephole but didn't care to go outside of my room. Then moments later James came back and laid on the bed. He seemed tired but he didn't say anything to me and I didn't say anything to him. On TV they were talking about the BP oil spill while I was cleaning the room. I made the bed, and it was weird. The sheets had some buttons and I had to button it up after I put in the corners to connect both sides of the sheets on the bed. I thought to myself: if these buttons are here, wouldn't it be a little unfomfortable to sleep on? As I cleaned, it seemed like James was half awake, but still listening to the BP oil spill.