Thread: Clyde Machine's Dream Journal

02.03.2010

39: 3.2.10; 7:42PM Part 3: Vibrato on the Viola. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I dreamed I was playing the viola when my mother walked into the house, so I began playing for her. I looked to the couch after I finished and saw a girl there I know from real life, Alex, who plays in the high school orchestra. She was holding a violin and her bow, so I asked if she would teach me how to use vibrato on the viola, since I'd been having serious trouble adding it into my playing. I started playing around with my bow while I waited for her to answer or to help me out, and found that if I pushed the bow through the air, the wind pushing through the bow strings made it play a chord. She found this very amusing. I woke up before gaining any insight into vibrato on the viola, though at one point in the dream I recall using electric guitar style vibrato on the viola and getting it to sound very good. (This kind of vibrato involves shaking/pushing around the string, which isn't quite the same as violin/viola vibrato should be.)

"Now you're DREAMING with portals." Use the portal gun while lucid, or use portals while lucid.

03.03.2010

40: 3.3.10; 2:59AM Part 1: Knife Fight, Portal Gun, and An Interesting Lucid Moment. (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'd been dreaming that I was trying to find out about something that happened in a place called Philipe, where the US was involved. I was having great difficulty using my phone, the widgets jumping all over the place and the keyboard every three or four letters I typed. I tried calling Julia to ask her what was going on, but she was busy when I got ahold of her. While on the phone with her, I asked if we could get together, but after a few seconds she was busy again.

The dream transitioned into a scene where someone began fighting with me, and when the fight began, I realized I was dreaming. To confirm I was dreaming, I made sure to turn my head and say, either to someone or just to say it, "I'm dreaming right now," and resumed the fight. I knew I had my knife in my pocket from real life, so I dropped my hand into my left pocket and fished it out, all the while keeping an eye on this odd man who was my opponent. I worked out my knife and pulled out the blade, getting it readied in my right hand. The man began changing form in an indescribable way (partly because I don't clearly recall what exactly about him changed), but I can say he was reducing the space his body was taking up, in an effort to make it harder for me to fight him.

It was no use to him; when he pulled out a blade of his own, I smiled deviously and swatted it away boldly with my own, with a satisfying clink, and started slashing at his face. I recall the motions I made at him were very gentle, because I thought if I'd pulled out my blade in real life, I'd be stabbing holes into my blanket or something, so I kind of just pushed the blade at his face, touching him and (while drawing no blood) causing him harm. This forced him to back up, further compacting his body. I don't recall how the dream transitioned from here, but I knew the fight had ended, and I visualized a new environment I called a Beyblade Stadium, which actually was more like a concert arena, from the outside.

There were many people all around me, walking about and minding their own business. The place, I recall and noted, had a very glassy look to it. The floor looked heavily waxed, and the walls seemed very shiny and a tad reflective of various colours. First thing that popped into my head: Portal gun! While watching the vivid scenery, I ran through the crowd at an unnaturally increased pace. I expected in my mind for there to be the Portal gun on the floor, after I'd turned a corner. The corner came up, and there it was, lying there, dark red in colour and in the general shape of the Portal gun. I ran towards it, and like in an FPS game, didn't have to stop to pick it up.

It appeared in my hands, the end of the gun poking into my vision from below me, looking as it should have: the end being dark grey, and the gun itself being silver in colour. I took aim at the big glassy wall of the arena, and there opened the orange portal. Now, I remembered my concern from my waking state, that going through one portal and coming out the other, even looking through one, might not function like a real Portal gun, because there are unnatural laws of physics at work - basically, the mind isn't used to seeing that, so will the dream destabilize? While I thought, the dream destabilized to some degree, and transitioned into a false awakening.

During the false awakening, I noted several times that I needed to find my dream journal while my experience was fresh in my mind. I was talking with Emily about it a little. A transition found me in another place, sitting and talking on a barstool on an old-time street with someone. We were talking about a woman who was singing in the building nearby. The person I talked to heard her, but I said that I hadn't, which didn't even matter because I was asleep. Right then, I was lucid again. In my excitement, I whipped around in my stool to see my friend Dom sitting there, and with a look of shocked surprise on his face at my behaviour, I shouted at him enthusiastically, "I'm asleep!"

This immediately destabilized the dream, right into another false awakening. When I "woke," I was talking with someone, now standing in the street I was just sitting by a little bit ago, and said that I must have been at the barber getting a haircut when I'd dozed off and had that lucid dream just now. I now listened for the woman mentioned earlier, and recognized the song she was singing to be called "Blues Dude," or something similar to that. (I'd told someone the name twice, once with three words and once saying it was just "Blues Dude," but I forgot what the first name I said was, as that was the official name.)

03.03.2010

40: 3.3.10; 6:01AM Part 2: Terrorist. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I dreamed I was with a group of people, I don't remember how many, trying to smuggle bombs through an airport with the intent to set them off on a vehicle sometime after landing. I sat in a bathroom, trying to calm myself, because I was sweating a great deal and was looking suspicious. While I sat on the toilet, I thought about the legal consequences of getting caught while in the airport with the bombs, and knew that it would be a long sentence if I were caught, and I couldn't have that. I thought about the repercussions of the actual bombing, and knew that wouldn't be as long a sentence if I were caught for that, but would have to keep my head low wherever I went to avoid being caught, and would have to deal with the fact that I had killed someone. After thinking through all that, I concluded that I still wanted to do the bombing, so I just wouldn't get caught at it. I woke up thereafter.

04.03.2010

41: 3.4.10; 5:10AM Part 1: Parkour and Natural Disasters. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I dreamed I was romping about a city with a friend I didn't recognize (later I knew him to be a guy I know, Mike) and began doing parkour. First, I worked my way over a fence to get into a field I wasn't sure we were allowed into, then we found ourselves inside an apartment where I continued to climb around, on tables, the counter, anything I could get my feet and hands on. I mentioned that some national disasters seemed to be following me, as anywhere I went to do parkour later showed up on TV, completely demolished from an earthquake.

04.03.2010

41: 3.4.10; 6:47AM Part 2: I'm a Ghost of Twilight. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I dreamed I was given, along with B4k4 and a girl I didn't recognize, a kind of set of armour for us to wear for the purpose of fighting others in a gym-like area, that changed into a fantasy mansion lobby, the carpet and walls a lavish bright red colour with red antique furniture. This change also turned the other people in the lobby into monsters, and the girl with us disappeared, leaving B4k4 and I to fight. He fought valiantly with me, and we were winning against all the monsters, but somehow he was defeated before we won.

I picked up an item from the last monster I defeated, which I understood to be a key, and went to sit down on a couch. When I sat down, my dog Thunderbolt came up to me and sat with me. I began singing loudly, "I'm a ghost of twilight / haunting neither night or day / with one foot treading sweet rapture / and one foot in the grave," (Closure in Moscow, "I'm a Ghost of Twilight.") and sang these lines multiple times as if they would do something for me. Thunderbolt ran off after I pet him for a while, and I found on my phone some texts from Julia, and a picture of her, with a message that read that she was involved in an event at her school where she got to swim with pets. I looked at the picture for a long while, then woke up, still thinking about her and the song I was singing.

04.03.2010

41: 3.4.10; 11:30AM Part 3: What We Be-lieve. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I dreamed I was sitting on a brown couch with Julia, looking through my lyric book. I read through lyrical ideas I'd written down, and Julia commented on them, saying "Your ideas are....awesome!" At one point, we read through some lines, and I heard a song start playing (I recognized that the singer sounded like Dan Jacobs from Atreyu) and they'd used a line I'd written, "what we be-lieve!" I pointed out that they'd used it before me, by saying that I'd basically stole it from them, since I'd recognized the song they were singing (in the dream, I thought the band was A Skylit Drive, and that this was a line in one of their songs - to the best of my knowledge, there is no song from this band with that line in it.), and Julia started playfully saying "no!" as if she were yelling at the band for taking the line from me, which made me smile. I woke up thereafter.

05.03.2010

42: 3.5.10; 10:40AM Animal-bone Weapon. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I dreamed I had somehow found two very large animal bones that I wanted to create a weapon out of. I tried several combinations of the bones, none of them working out in a practical way, until I found having them laid side by side allowed me to wrap them in duct tape where their protrusions met, to use as a handle, which would allow me to use them as one combined weapon without getting splinters in my hands. I laid it on my bed while taping it, making sure no one else could see the incredibly large weapon, but woke up before finishing it.

06.03.2010

43: 3.6.10; 8:01AM Halo-Style Game. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I dreamed I was in a Halo-style game in which I was being followed by an alien of some sort who needed my help. When I talked to the alien, they seemed to think I agreed to clear their base of enemy aliens, which dropped me right into a fight between myself and a room full of aliens, much larger than the one who I was helping. My only weapon was a tiny little cannon-shaped gun that I hat to jab at the aliens to hurt them. When I killed one, they dropped a giant pole, almost like a lance, that was striped with orange and pastel orange colours. I grabbed it and started swinging it at any aliens I could reach. While it killed none of them, it kept them away from me. I was trying to figure out how to drop or put away my gun so I could better use the lance, but woke up before figuring it out.

07.03.2010

44: 3.7.10; 7:17AM Part 1 Baka Detector and the Baka Box. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I dreamed I was at an airport, waiting in a security line, holding a metal box by its handle, with a large white sticker on it that read in big bold red letters, "BAKA." At one point in the security check there was a room I was to go into that had a sign and light above the door, reading "BAKA DETECTOR," which I understood to mean that it scanned your person for anything saying BAKA on it, because it could be seen as a threat. I avoided the room and walked down several flights of stairs with the box, and saw that most of the airport was actually an incredibly spacious cafeteria, lit by the almost entirely glass walls and roof. In the distance I saw B4k4, and had to show him the box, so I rushed down the stairs and began doing parkour to move around the tables and people to get to B4k4. I was having trouble finding him and got caught up in what appeared to be a mammoth-sized marathon running event taking place in the cafeteria. I knew B4k4 would be in it, so I kept looking for him, all the while hearing someone's voice describing parkour. I woke up before seeing B4k4.

"You are a sinner." Take the life of another living being.

07.03.2010

44: 3.7.10; 9:17AM Part 2: Killed a DC, Plus a Bomb-Making Attempt. (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was having a dream in which I was hanging out with some guys from the band A Skylit Drive, when (while talking to one of them) I suddenly realized in the dream that I had wanted to be lucid when I went to sleep, and realized I was in a dream. The guy I was talking to (who was supposed to be the drummer Cory LaQuay, but looked like Taylor Hawkins, the drummer from the Foo Fighters) asked me what I wanted to do, with a smile. The first thing I did was I wanted to change the scenery - we were in a brown-coloured room, that wasn't very appealing. I stomped my foot to make a change, but nothing actually happened, since I didn't have it thought out what I wanted to change it to. I then thought of my goal to assemble, plant, and detonate a bomb, and figured I could have one of the guys from ASD get the parts for me to assemble, since I didn't know what was needed, and they just might have that knowledge.

I didn't actually ask any of them to do it, but instead ran out of the room and through a series of hallways and passages, understanding it to have been a college building I was running through earlier in the dream to get to ASD's room. After a while, I found a kind of snow-covered playground behind one of the doors. Heading into the playground, I was running around along some oddly-sloped trails in an effort to go totally outside the building (I thought I was still inside).

At one point, I realized there was a man with a dark cowboy hat and thick aviator shades on, walking slow and suspiciously into the playground from where I had come in. I considered him a threat and immediately knew I had to make use of the bomb goal. I rushed to a pillar holding up a large playground structure, and (since I didn't have bomb parts) made up the ingredients to a bomb:

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To make a bomb, I made up that you had to create three lines in the snow, vertical and parallel, with two circles, one on either side of these lines I'd created, as shown above. Understanding these marks in the snow to be movable, I took the right-most line and crossed it over the other two lines, to connect them with the two circles.

This I believed would cause an explosion, so I rushed away from the pillar, diving under a bridge-like playground structure. Strangely, there was no explosion. When the man got close to where the "bomb" was, I started making bomb sounds in an effort to create some form of an explosion. Still nothing. I then willfully believed the pillar would explode right before me, but even then it didn't.

I saw the man go up to the pillar and pick up a pink bag; I understood that to have been left there by me when I "assembled" the bomb. I had to get it back from him at all costs, and saw him go toward a tunnel under the playground. The tunnel went inward toward the center of the playground as it went down, which meant that I was standing above where the entrance to the underground was, putting me above and in the path of the man. He had pulled something out of the bag and put it on his head, making him an easily visible target.

I ran and jumped from where I stood and landed in front of the man a ways, gripping the ground with my hands and feet to charge at him hard. I don't recall if I hit him with my body, but somehow he'd dropped some of the bag's contents on the ground. I felt as though I had a backpack on my back and believed that if I reached into it I would pull out a gun - sure enough, I had a pistol in my right hand aiming at the man's back. I shot at him, saying "bang," and he hit the ground, though without a wound. I procured the bag, seeing many of the contents that had spilled out all over the ground, and looked to the man. He had moved ever so slightly, and I thought about my goal to take the life of something. I shot him once again in the back, aiming for the same place (above the right kidney), and he reacted to the shot with a full-body jerk, and then no more movement. (Again, no visible wound.)

I had to get everything picked up, and thought of pulling out a wand and saying "Accio," Harry Potter style. I pulled out a wand from my right coat pocket - or, I tried to. There wasn't a wand in my hand, but I waved my hand around a bit as if holding one, slightly outside my vision, in the hopes of one appearing. I said, "Accio!", and ran toward the tunnel so the contents would be outside my vision, once again in the hopes that while I couldn't see what was happening, I might have a wish granted. I didn't bother to check if everything got picked up or not, and believed all of the items to be in my backpack.

I found myself walking into someone's house, with several women, Arabic in appearance, who were obviously a family. They were translating a card while I stood there, and saw that the translating woman's reaction to the message meant that it was of profound importance. She explained to everyone that (in short) one of the women in the room was the Pharaoh's daughter. Everyone looked to the youngest, an Arabic girl no older than eight years old, rolling around on the floor. I leaned over to one of the women, who was talking an older woman, and asked if there was a possibility that it wasn't the youngest one who was the daughter, meaning to imply that it could have been her, the woman I was now talking to. She, however, explained that the mother of the youngest girl had many lovers, meaning that it was possible none of them were the Pharaoh's daughter. I woke up thereafter. (The youngest girl very strongly resembled my cousin Tiffany.)

08.03.2010

45: 3.8.10; 6:50AM Civil Behaviour. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I had a short dream in which I was at my mother's house with my sister Sarah, and she was acting very civil and friendly to me. She was talking to me with a pleasant tone, but I wasn't sure if I should engage her in conversation or not. At first I didn't respond to her, but I figured it was in my best interest to reciprocate her behaviour to avoid future problems. I recall her talking about something that had to do with bomb-building instructions she found, to which I said I didn't know anything about, noting that I wouldn't have use for such information. In the dream I felt the need to cover up for the instructions she found because I believed that I had the instructions to build a bomb, and couldn't let slip to her that I had them. I woke thereafter.

09.03.2010

46: 3.9.10; 3:50AM Part 1: Class, Plus Linkin Park. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I dreamed a rather obscure and very long dream that began with being in a math class at an unfamiliar college. I was becoming worried and antsy while working on a problem and listening to some Muse song, because the teacher had shown the class how to do the problem and everyone was long done with it when I had found myself writing down each word of the problem, following by taking a lengthy, unintentional pause in between to understand it, which led to me believe I wasn't intelligent, and might even have a serious problem. I had gotten up from my seat and left the room, finding a group of my friends in the hallway outside. One said I needed to find a guy I knew from a band I was once in with him, Jack, so I followed them, despite that I was only supposed to take a short break from class. After doing a little running around, Dom got a call that said I was to get Jack's number from someone he knew that I'd never met before. I didn't like the change in plans, so I told them all I wasn't going to take anymore time outside of class, and was heading back.

When I returned, I explained to the instructor my problem with my math skills deteriorating, as well as my lengthy absence from class. I thanked him for putting up with my "sob story." At this point, my instructor was no longer sitting there, but instead there were Mike Shinoda and Chester Bennington of Linkin Park. I talked with them while they ate, and I found there was some kind of pasta in front of me to eat as well. I recall I wanted to ask them what they ate to sustain themselves on tour, but ultimately didn't ask.

The dream continued from there, but became obscure and involved running from a couple of jerks by climbing various structures, and I woke up thereafter.

09.03.2010

46: 3.9.10; 5:49AM Part 2: Julia and I Attend A Social, Plus Some Good Wine. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I dreamed that Julia and I were attending a very sophisticated party/social event, everyone there being teenagers but wearing formal attire. For whatever reason, the bulk of the dream consisted of me running around the entire room to scope out every aspect, from guests to the two different wines they had.

The wine was very important in the dream. One was a very light peach-pink colour, which had only a slight flavour. The other was a deep magenta-purple colour, and had a slightly stronger and more sweet flavour, and was very satisfying. There were two types of glasses to choose from - one with a very small cup atop a long thin glass shaft, (like typical champagne glasses) and the other was a cup with a large size to it, and a very small shaft, but was the same height as the other. (This one clearly accommodated more wine, and was my favourite to use.) I noted that at one point I'd had a couple of glasses of the dark wine, and felt a little tipsy and even had gotten hotter, to the point where I felt almost irritable. Either way, I enjoyed it and kept that glass with me the rest of the night.

After I was done looking around the room, I was with Julia in a part of the room away from everyone else. While the others danced to music that was very loud, Julia and I had some wine. She sat on a couch, but I went to get my glass to fill it before joining her. When I'd gotten my glass filled, I found many bite-sized Hershey chocolates lying around on the floor in red, white, and pink wrappers. I collected them and dropped them on the table for us to enjoy.

Julia began playing a song I'd made, "Creation of the Universe", on my computer and played it even louder than the party music. People began to notice us, me standing next to Julia as she sat and listened. Eventually the part music was turned off, and everyone came over to listen to the music Julia and I were listening to.

I woke up thereafter. That wine sure tasted good.

10.03.2010

47: 3.10.10; 8:15AM Jackrabbit. (DEILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was having a dream (couldn't recall it) and began to wake up from it. Knowing that I'd wanted to have a lucid dream, I forced myself to re-enter the dream by thinking over and over, "go back in the dream, go back in the dream." The dream looked different, but I made it into a lucid dream nonetheless.

It started with a vision I had from a great distance of a rabbit in a kind of brown rocky, almost desert-like place, and as I went from my waking stat into the dream, I was pulled into the vision until I was right up next to the rabbit. Now that I was successfully in the lucid dream, I thought of taking control, and became the rabbit, running along a rocky path. I thought of DV's tasks of the month, and intended to complete both, starting with the basic one.

While running, I looked in front of me in the distance for a rainbow. After running a ways, a rainbow developed in the distance. I tried to make myself into a human, but stayed a rabbit, and figured I'd be able to travel faster this way anyway. I ran toward the rainbow and watched it get larger as I approached it. I thought in my mind to make myself go really fast to get to the rainbow before I lost a chance to get close to it, and came upon it pretty quickly. As I got close to the rainbow, I opened my rabbit mouth as wide as I could, and lunged through the rainbow to the other side, hoping it would taste like Skittles. Alas, it didn't like anything but a rainbow. (That would be no taste at all.)

The dream transitioned and I lost lucidity. I found myself climbing around on kind drawbridge, green in colour, with silver wires instead of cables supporting it. I grabbed onto these wires and climbed around on them, but some came loose and I was slowly and gently let down on the cement. I went to walk off the bridge, but my bracelet was caught on a wire. When I got myself free and threw the wires in a massive mess behind me, I heard a voice saying to shut the gate to the bridge when I left it. I looked for the gate, found it, and closed it.

Walking away from the bridge, I saw a daylit city, shrouded in light mist from rain, and pulled out my phone to take a picture. On the screen it showed the city was built into a series of hills, or into a small mountain, most of the buildings elevated higher than where I was standing. When I looked back at the city, that's exactly how it was. I thought about writing my lucid dream from earlier in my dream journal should I stop by a coffee shop, then I woke up.

Very Nice DG, lol'd hard at the "now your dreaming with portals" Task.
This DG gets you 300 bonus points!

I was hoping someone would see that and pick up on the reference. Thank you!

11.03.2010

48: 3.11.10; 9:20AM Part 1 Solar-Powered Laptop. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I dreamed I was in my room trying to run my laptop on solar power when Emily came in asking me to read a story she'd written. I agreed, then she said that before I read it I'd have to type up one of her other stories. In the dream I felt that I'd agreed to this before, so I told her I would. A transition took me outside to my backyard where I was playing a kind of arcade game using a computer keyboard. My friend Shalmezad showed up to explain it to me, and after I played it for a bit (not exactly understanding it), I woke up.

"Fly." It's what everyone wants to do. Do it at least once!

11.03.2010

48: 3.11.10; 11:18AM Part 2: Any Day Now. (DEILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

After not having a lucid dream, I went back to bed for a nap to try for one. I had one short dream which I'd woken up from, and forced myself to enter into another one. Although it wasn't what I would call a strong lucid dream, I knew I was in the dream.

I was on a train and in a car by myself, singing along wit the music of "Any Day Now" by Ronnie Milsap. I recall that, as my voice always is when singing in dreams, my voice was very strong and powerful, as if amplified by PA speakers. Before the song reached the dark break ("I know I shouldn't want to keep you / if you don't want to stay") I realized the dream really wasn't very clear or defined, almost like I was losing it. I grabbed a hold of a black handlebar next to me, remembering a trick I'd read about on Dreamviews for keeping lucid. The bar got much more defined and clear, letting me focus on the rest of the car, which in turn gave that much more detail and showed itself to be a lavish car with dark red seats and bright red walls and upholstery. (Thanks for the trick, Kwakwaversal, you saved my lucid!) The song got to the line "I'll keep holding on for dear life," and I noted how funny it was that I was holding onto the train to stay in the dreamworld while singing that part.

I thought about a lucid goal I wanted to try, now that I was lucid, and DV's advanced task of the month popped immediately into my mind. I noted that this task would require my attempting something I'd never tried in a lucid dream before: flying. I figured my body was aerodynamic enough to fly if I just forced myself out the window of the car, so I opened the window and tried to fit myself through. It was too small, so I imagined the little square window expanding to roughly twice its size. I found that this window wasn't giving me enough room, so I resolved to plan B: I got up and stood in the main aisle, faced the back of the train, and ran full force out the back opening.

The moment I hit the air I was airborne and sailing! I swerved to the left, bringing myself upward into the air, and saw that the train, cutting through an immense field of green grass, was passing a forest of Truffula trees (like those Dr. Seuss ones?), to the right of the train tracks. I did a barrel roll and flew upside down just over the tops of the trees.

After passing the forest, I think I'd opened my eyes, because I seemed to have seen my ceiling, when I'd got this amazing, dizzy, spinning feeling from flying and doing the barrel roll - it felt great, and I said something to the effect of "my God, that was amazing!" I found myself in the dream again, completely, having landed on a road going through a suburban area. A red truck (a Dodge with an immense falcon-shaped hood ornament) passed right next to me, and made me focus my eyes on a building after the truck had passed and left my vision. I wanted to feel that flying feeling again, so I ran to the building and scaled it with a two-step wallrun, hitting the air again.

I don't recall actually flying, but I do recall later thinking about another goal for me to attempt. I thought about the Demon's Spellcasting book, and was curious where it might be. Wanting to give myself a challenge and not just find it lying about, I asked out loud where I would find it, and to have the answer written on the back of my hand. I don't recall discovering writing on the back of my hand. I woke up thereafter.

12.03.2010

49: 3.12.10; 5:43AM Part 1: A Photo of Jag. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I dreamed that I was at a Meijer's store, walking around with a framed photograph I'd taken of Jag, the singer of A Skylit Drive, when I was approached by a guy around my age. He was asking about the photo, and I started to explain to him what it was. However, while I explained, he started talking as if he were reading a description of the photo, and I got fed up with him.

I told him flat out, "Shut up. Either I'm going to tell you about the photo or you can read the description, but shut up." This suddenly sparked him to ask me if I were a musician, to which I replied yes. He started predicting what I did as a musician, saying that I probably played others' songs - I stopped him quick by correcting him, saying I write my own material, have released an EP and am working on an album. This silenced him for the rest of the dream.

I walked around a bit more cocky knowing I just told off some wiseguy, and found a bunch of my friends hanging out at a deli in the store, sitting on barstools. I joined them and talked with them for a while, and woke up thereafter.

12.03.2010

49: 3.12.10; 9:21AM Part 2: Django at the CZ. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I had a short dream that I was on the CZ and an old member named Django had returned to the board, making many posts and linking to some graphical works he'd done. (There is no such member.) I tried to read through all the posts, but there were too many, and I woke up.

14.03.2010

50: 3.14.10; 8:16AM Part 1: Drumsticks. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I dreamed that the band had played a bad show and that Paul accused me of being the reason for it. I had left the room we were in to go to a bathroom to sort out my thoughts, when the dream transitioned to where I was playing with drum sticks, hitting one around in the air with the other. After I started a kind of thumb war with a guy I know (Jack), but using the drumsticks instead of my thumb, and using them against Jack's pencil instead of his thumb, I woke up.

14.03.2010

50: 3.14.10; 10:53AM Part 2: Back in Middle School. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I dreamed I was back in my old middle school, attending the same grade and class as Emily. I was handed a packet to look over for a project, and a student asked if they could do two projects. I left the classroom, stopping long enough to listen to what the instructor had to say, then I headed out to the parking lot, where ma was waiting to pick us up. I got to the van long before Emily, and woke up.

15.03.2010

51: 3.15.10; 5:45AM Part 1: Fragments. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This dream is very fragmented. I recall trying to build an explosive, but didn't have materials. After that, I dreamed I found myself driving out the parking lot of my middle school. Afterward, I dreamed that I was trying to make a movie based on one I'd seen on YouTube, linked to and created by a DV member.

15.03.2010

51: 3.15.10; 7:58AM Part 2: Julia Is My Inspiration. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I dreamed I had seen a picture Julia sent me of a tattoo she'd got on her chest of a black rose, which made me think of getting a tattoo myself. Afterward, I dreamed the Luminarium released an exhibit, to which I contributed one music piece to, that was comprised entirely of dark pencil drawings portraying various characters and people in chairs under leafless trees. Some of the chairs were empty, but most had some person or character sitting in them, wearing black clothing. I found myself typing over-top the exhibit's pieces (like the text was just on top of all the exhibit pieces, and I was typing over the images), about Julia being my inspiration.

I had a quick false awakening of my dad washing up and coming down the hallway to see if I was awake. Before he saw me I tried to close my dream journal that I'd been writing in, but I knew it'd be suspicious if he got there just as I closed it, so I left it open. I woke thereafter.