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      Cambria's Dream Journal

      I'll try to post here often. If there's a day I don't dream I'll just pick something I found interesting and put it in here.

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      I woke up knowing that I’d had some long convoluted dream. At first I could remember nothing but I closed my eyes and thought about it and remembered just this:

      A Fragment
      Me and some people were going to this horse racing track. When we walked to the top of the stairs and could finally look into the stadium they were racing weiner dogs and we were all excited, it being adorable and all.


      Since my 8am class was cancelled today, I decided to go back to sleep and I had this:

      I was standing on beach, it wasn’t crowded but there were people around; I was by myself watching a plane flying low in sky and having a false memory about just arriving at a nearby airport. As I was watching the plane the wings warped and there was a kind of silent explosion as the plane started to break apart and fall towards the city past the beach. This was a bit off the part of the plane where the passengers sit fell into the ocean not far off from the beach. Two life guards were already in the water where the plane debris was landing. They brought out a toddler and were giving it CPR with their fingertips. It seemed like the situation was being handled and I still needed to meet my dad because he was giving me a ride home from the air port so I started heading toward this big pier. It was kinda like the Santa Monica pier (as far as size) but instead of roller coasters and other stuff it was just one big Joe’s Crabshack. I waited by the entrance to the restaurant and could see my dad talking to a few people in the parking lot, when a couple of the people moved away I saw that he was with my mom.

      I remembered that my mom was dead and came to the conclusion that I must be dreaming. I decided that the first thing I wanted to do was hug my mom. (( because I missed the chance once to do this in a very vivid, but non-lucid dream and have regretted it, but this might not have been the best choice for maintaining lucidity…)) We were in the restaurant and I was trying to hug her but she was trying to sit down it didn’t work out very well and the whole thing was making me very emotional.

      I couldn’t focus so I lost lucidity, the transition here is hard to remember but somehow I moved deeper into the city and was looking for a bunch of guys as I roller skated through the streets. They found me or I found them and we ended up in this cave. There was a smaller cave within the cave but only myself and one other DC could fit in it at a time.

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      Heroic, I guess?

      April 2, 2010

      Fragments, all of the same dream:

      Me and two of my friends, SH and SM, are going to visit this guy’s apartment. The staircase is very small and I am worried about knocking me head on the ceiling. His apartment is very small too. SH and SM lie down in it (there is no room to stand or sit) and the guy lies down in it too, and they are stacked like lasagna with blankets between their bodies. There is no room for me so I leave.

      I am a guy and I’m talking to this DC. I don’t get a good look at his face because he has these two huge fossilized buck teeth and I am mostly looking at those. I’m supposed to make the beacon for the incarnation of someone, but it turns out that someone is me.

      The Buck tooth guy is taking me through the city. We pass through an abandoned building and suddenly armies, green camo and red body suits, start attacking each other. We have to jump off the roof and into the alley. Buck Tooth apologizes for the inconvenience, “those guys have been in a standoff for a week.” He then tries to explain to me that I am a better incarnation than the rest because I am American and something about lasting eight years.

      I’m in the desert with Buck Tooth, its many years in the past. He is wearing a reflective mask and I’m looking at my own face in it. I am wearing a silver mask and a black burnoose.

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      Lucid already! Congrats.

      Too bad it was under such sad circumstances. But it is always nice when you get the chance to visit loved ones that have passed while Lucid though.

      Sorry to hear about your Mom.

      I like the dog race, that's funny.
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      Actually, I think people race weiner dogs IRL. I remember seeing something about it on some news program or something... so that's probably why it was in my dream. Clearly a good use for weiner dogs, though.

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      April 3, 2010

      Again, woke up knowing I’d just finished a dream but couldn’t quite remember it. I closed my eyes and thought about it for awhile and came up with a fragment of the dreams ending (at least I could recall something). I forget the specific thread/or user where I found this, but this technique has been working really well for me, so thanks DV for the tip.

      A fragment, towards the end of a longer dream:

      I was walking with a DC – an older man who may or may not have been my dad – down some kind of classic Americana Main St. We were looking for the side street where the B&B we were staying at was on. The DC almost walked past it but I noticed it right away. We walked in through the pool yard and were amazed to see a 2nd pool that wasn’t as blazing hot as the one we’d used the night before. There were lots of old people about who were there for the “martial walk”, which I understood involved promenading in a circle, but the old people weren’t actually doing it while I was there. Instead they were hanging out, eating food, and laughing, a lot. Just on the other side of the fence there was a woman with her child. The child was on a leash and was interacting with a dog on a leash; they both seemed very amused by their similarities.

      I was still kind of annoyed that this was yet another night of remembering only fragments. I wasn’t that tired but it’s a Sat. and my roommate was still asleep so I thought I might as well try going back to sleep. I just told myself that I would remember my dream over and over again, and eventually fell back asleep.

      Here is that Dream:
      I am watching the world from the third person. It has that map-ish quality my dreams sometimes have and on the roads is the woman from the television show V as a teenager riding a motorcycle with that same woman as an adolescent riding a bicycle on the underside of the road and in puddles like a reflection while she narrates something a la VO. Then it isn’t her riding the motorcycle it’s me.

      ((This next part is probably going to look a bit silly once I add the color coding in because I became lucid, lost and became lucid again at least a few times during the rest of this dream.))

      At about this point I intuit that I am dreaming, because one of the things I wanted to do with dream control if I ever became lucid again was to create/summon/ride my motorcycle. I figured it would be easy and fun for me to do since I’ve had non lucid dreams about it in the past, so maybe something about riding made me lucid even though I didn’t actively bring it forth in this particular dream. This dream was fairly passive despite the lucidity.

      I was driving through a kind of college campus type setting.
      I started to get distracted; there were people about, many brick buildings… I think to myself Wait, I’m dreaming. I can’t forget to remind myself that I’m dreaming.

      I drive to a very steep, short hill. I don’t think I can ride it up so I get off and walk it up the hill as I rev the throttle a little to help the machine keep moving. The top is flat mostly and I walk my bike over to a building where a table is set up. At first I’m thinking what a hassle it will be to pick up the motorcycle and put it on the table. Oh wait I’m dreaming, it doesn’t weigh anything. I go into the building. The first room seemed to have just this big padded platform covered in pillows. Young boys roll out from behind some kind of pillow fort and I realize I’m in a daycare and have to find a way out of the building. One of them starts talking to me, I don’t remember what exactly he is saying just that its annoying and bratty. As I went through a door (no escape, just the room where they keep the girls) the bratty kid says: “If you leave I’ll tell your dad the truth!”

      “The truth about what?” I ask as I start shutting the door on him. He says something and at first I don’t understand because it’s through the door, so I open it and ask him again. He then says something (I forget the specifics) that is completely insulting and pisses me off. I go back through the boy room to get to the door I came in through, arguing with this bratty kid and trying to tell him off when he asks me: “Would you like to meet my other half?” which I understand to be his complete opposite DC. I shut my eyes for some reason and can’t open them for the rest of the dream.


      This makes me think of dreaming again. “Yes, I’d love to meet your other half!” I’m so excited about getting rid of this kid and meeting someone as cool as he was lame that I woke myself up.

      I really not sure how to feel about this pogo stick lucidity... I guess just practice and I'll stop this from happening too often. I think the next time I have lucidity I'll try not dealing with children

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      Falling

      April 5, 2010

      I dreamed that I was a spaceship (not in one ) as a part of some kind of game, that was really boring. I kept losing so I had to keep repeating the same boring level over again.

      I was thinking to myself ‘How do I get out of this?’ and somehow gained lucidity. Not sure exactly how though, I’ll try and pay more attention to that moment next time I have a lucid. I rose up over (through?) the enclosure around the game and once I was over it I was myself, and I was falling/flying sideways over and between the buildings in this dense downtown kind of area. I had no control over the flying and I thought it was interesting that I was dreaming that I was since I’ve never, as far as I can recall, ever dreamed of flying. It was also a very sensitive dream; I could feel all my clothing flapping around my body. It was kind of unnervingly realistic but I was dreaming about the pillow under my chin as I was falling, which kept me grounded (so to speak) with the fact that I was having a lucid dream because it reminded me that I was in bed sleeping. Ahead of me was a building. I thought for sure I was going to smack into the side of it, but perspective in dreams can be kind of wonky, and I flew over its roof which was enclosed by a tall chain link fence. I knew that even though I’d missed the building before I was definitely going to either hit the fence or the roof now. I had no control over where I was falling so I closed my eyes, figuring if I didn’t see the roof, it would be like it wasn’t there at all. I kept falling with my eyes closed; I could still feel my clothing flapping and I tried to focus on feeling myself lying in bed and I woke up.

      Oddly I wasn’t sleeping on my stomach like I normally do. So I was a little turned around from how I’d imagined myself in bed, which made me really confused and disoriented.

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      You're doing really well.

      The motorcycle dream sounded fun, other than the annoying kid that is. It's fun riding motorcycles in dreams.

      That flying one was cool. I've been getting a lot of dreams lately where I get Lucid really smoothly like that. No sudden realization, it just kind of feels like you knew the whole time. Sometimes those kind end up being more low level for me though, it can be annoying. Also, sometimes dreaming about being in a video game, or movie, changes over to knowing it's a dream for me too. Because of already being aware it's not the real world.

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      Thanks, I was really surprised with the lucids I've been getting. I really just wanted to improve my dream recall first and then work my way back up to it. Of course, I'm not going to complain about it though I think just making the decision to try again has been making it happen for me.

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      Tunnel Treasure Hunt Surprise Party / Roller Derby Labyrinth of Hades

      Okay, so for the past few days/nights, I’ve been kind of busy catching up with reading academically and trying to keep up with my friends socially. Which isn’t to say I’ve been having a stressful time about, but with my attentions elsewhere (and generally going to bed exhausted) my dream recall has only been so so (what I have remembered has been uninteresting), and my moments of uncontrolled lucidity have been nil. I haven’t been keeping close track. Anyways here is a post for last night and the night before:

      April 9, 2010 : Tunnel Treasure Hunt Surprise Party

      Me and some friends were all gathered around trying to figure out what to do for our friend SH’s Birthday. We really wanted to plan a treasure hunting party in the tunnels underneath our neighborhood, which were really interesting and fun to walk around in. But we decided we couldn’t do this because SH has a really bad sense of direction and the last time she went in the tunnels she got disoriented and lost. When we told SH what we were doing, she asked us what we had come up with so far: for her Birthday my friend SM would read a poem that SH really liked and we would do one other thing I can’t remember. We ended up walking around the city for the rest of the dream SH was complaining about something, I don’t know what, maybe just in general.

      April 10, 2010 : Roller Derby Labyrinth of Hades

      Me and my friends (about the same group of friends as the night before, except with the addition of AN) were in the last level of this video game: the Hades Level. What it entailed was us rollerblading around a labyrinth where the walls were made of swords while a large mechanical dog(s) chased us. The trouble was at a certain speed we couldn’t see the swords of the walls and I’m pretty sure we ran through a few of them. We didn’t die (somehow) and beat the level. Transitions are always the hardest for me to remember but eventually the group of us started walking down this street, where we walked past AN’s apartment/building/house (he doesn’t actually have one). We were looking at the houses and somehow we started looking at a photo album of AN’s of a bunch of pictures he’d taken of all the houses on the street. We were bitching because he hadn’t taken pics of the houses we wanted to look at. In the corner of one of the pictures was a fragment of a house that I’d seen before, (I think in another dream) that I really liked the look of.

      What’s interesting about this dream (besides the roller derby labyrinth of Hades) is that it gave me an idea for something else I want to try when/if I get dream control. I want to see if I can find that dream house again.
      Last edited by Cambria; 04-16-2010 at 07:48 PM.

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      Green Converse / WILD FA

      April 15, 2010

      I was feeling really tired after my morning class so I decided I would go back to bed and try and have a WILD. I’d done it once before – when I didn’t know what it was – because I was having trouble falling asleep again after I’d gone to my morning class (different quarter, different class) so when I realized that I was starting to dream I had to tell myself not to think too much about it or I’d never be able to fall asleep. That first involuntary WILD wasn’t pleasant (it wasn’t until reading this forum that I learned of Hypnagogic Hallucinations) but I was having trouble falling asleep again, so I thought what the heck. A lot was going through my mind at the time and I kept having these moments where I would begin to have some kind of hypnogogic hallucination, but would then lose it by thinking about my rational, wakeful problems, but eventually I got it.

      And here are the first two WILDs I’ve had since being a part of this forum (first intentional WILDs ever):

      Green ALL*STARs:


      I almost didn’t realize that I was having a HH, because it wasn’t that extraordinary: I hallucinated that I was wearing the clothes I’d worn to class this morning but had changed out of for my nap. It felt incredibly realistic, so it took me a moment to remember that I hadn’t left my shoes or the rest of my outfit on when I’d gone to bed. Here’s where the dreaming starts: I leaned forward over the top of the bed and looked at the underside of the bed. Up there (cuz’ my head was upside down)phasing through the boarding underneath the mattress were my green converse allstars. I moved them to be sure they were mine, they were, and I said “AH HA!” and promptly woke up.

      This all took place in a matter of a couple of seconds so I went back to sleep hoping for something longer.

      WILD false awakening:

      It took me awhile to get to the point where I was having the hallucinations again (too many side thoughts)but then I started hearing all these voices around me. Some were familiar, but most were indistinguishable, especially once it got going. I reminded myself not to freak out, and waited for the dream to start. After awhile I was just laying there hearing what started to sound like strong winds or waves crashing and feeling this kind of pressing weight on my back. I started to get impatient, I heard my roommate, SM, talking to our friend NS and decided it was time to give up. I rolled over in bed and looked at them and thought to myself “Oh… I am dreaming…” The room layout and SM’s décor was a bit different, I think if I had been WILDing I wouldn’t have even noticed the difference. SM and NS were playing Little Big Planet on the tv we don’t have in real life, and arguing or maybe just complaining about some more frustrating point in the game.

      I hopped out of bed and walked over to them. By the time I was standing behind them the room had changed. It was much bigger, had more beds, and there were a group of three DCs playing some game on a computer. As far as I could tell there were three doors in the room, which suited me fine because I wanted to explore and the room and its occupants weren’t especially interesting, but I couldn’t decide which door to go through. So I thought I would save time and hopefully prevent a loss of lucidity, by asking one of my DC’s what was behind each door. I asked SM. Her reply: I don’t know. A group of people walked into the room from behind a corner which must have been hiding a fourth door. I could tell from a window nearby that they must have come from outside. Outside in the distance was a forest of Eucalyptus trees being blown in a strong wind. I went around the corner. The first door I saw was too narrow to walk through, but then I noticed the door next to it so I went outside.

      Immediately past the door was a kind of small tiled patio with a stair leading down to different levels of more tiled areas. The whole outside of this dream was kind of… moving around me. Like a camera was panning faster to the right than I wanted to walk. I walked back a bit, towards some bushes by the door but this part of the scenery had already changed into some kind of enclosed balcony patio. “Right,” I thought, “Dreaming, the scenery is impermanent” I tried to walk down the stair case, but the scenery was moving which made me a bit unbalanced. Rather than lose my footing accidentally and start falling I thought I might as well use the momentum to try flying. And it worked! I was surprised by the speed I was going at because when I had had lucid dreams of flying as a kid it was always incredibly slow. I maybe got two feet away from the staircase when I woke up.


      I was happy

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      Housing Anxiety dream #1

      April 16, 2010

      Housing Anxiety Dream # 1 (I predict more shall soon follow...)

      I had moved into this house that already had a lot of DCs living there; one was my friend JW, but I didn’t know the rest of them. The house was really big and there was a party going on to celebrate St. Patricks day. We were mostly doing arts and crafts and I think I spent little more than a quarter of the dream making this really awesome fishnet and transfers mask.

      The house was by the beach so people would come to our door to ask if they could use our bathroom. We would say no to them but one woman was really insistent and came into the house anyways, saying she had a right to use our bathroom. Someone asked if she was the former tenant (the one I’d replaced) and she said that, no, she was our landlord. An old guy came to look at the house (because two of the housemates were going to be studying abroad in Cuba); we watched him on a tv as he went through each of the rooms, and it looked like he really liked my room in particular. I didn’t want to share my room with an old guy and, in the course of being outraged, let it slip that I have no job in front of my landlord. Oops.

      Later my friend SH showed up with her hot Scottish friend (who I’ve never actually met, but I’ve heard good things about Scotsmen, so I just assume he’s hot) and we forced a group hug on him.


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      I am Buffy Summers

      April 17, 2010

      I am Buffy Summers

      I was much older than I really am and I was with a DC, my husband, and our kids. We were in this resort town with lots of big hotels and street shopping. I got the impression that my husband and I were scam artists. We were talking to this guy who wanted us to do something to his mom, who was walking up the street; we approached her, but she saw what we were. We went back to the hotel room, which smelled terrible and started packing frantically so we could check out of the hotel before maid service came and we would be charged extra for the smell.

      For once I remember a transition: As we were running out of the hotel the guy DC became my father and I became myself again. The bridge between 2nd Street and Naples was under construction. Half of it was just scaffolding and my dad was running on this, while I ran on the more finished side. A board slipped underneath my dad and he was swinging on some wooden frame to keep from falling. Somehow I changed into a different character, a man between 20s and 30s, I took a bite of a strange looking fruit and then told my dad something wise beyond both of our years which helped him out.

      We both moved on, I presume, but I was by myself (as myself) as I came into a building where SM and KB were reading a book of really bad poetry. I moved on again, and was no longer myself, but Buffy Summers. I was with a group of people fighting the commando guys from season five. They had guns and grenades, and we had plushie guns and these little electrical marbles that we threw at them. The commandos captured us and were leading us somewhere, but none of their men had taken the rear so we slipped into a nearby building to hole up for another fight.

      I noticed my friends AR, SS, and others were there, and I thought this wasn’t their fight, so when the commandos came into the building I ran up to them to try and convince them to let my friends go.

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      Why do I care so much about whether or not Ellen Degeneres Likes me?

      I don't even watch her show

      April 18, 2010

      Some background info: recently denied acceptance into my university's fiction creative writing program. The mass email they sent to all of us rejected said there were simply not enough spots available and so no one lower than a Junior would be accepted. But is this really the reason I wasn't accepted? If this Junior limit were not the case, would I still have been denied? The specifics are never explained and I'm left to question whether my loss is due to a fault in my own ability or because of the space limit...

      Ellen Degeneres

      I had signed up for another one of Prof. GY's intermediate poetry classes; there was this sense of shame in this, either because I couldn't get into the fiction program or even the poetry program. Either way I was determined to make the best of the situation and do even better in the class than I had the last time I had taken it. GY seemed happy that I was back. He made cookies for the whole class and they were chocolate chip because he knew that was my favorite kind of cookie.

      Also, in the class was Ellen Degeneres. She sat next to me and I could tell right away that she did not like me. When we'd all had one cookie there was an extra cookie left. GY asked who wanted it and both Ellen and I raised our hands. GY gave it to me, but I didn't want Ellen to resent it so I split the cookie in half and shared with her. I spent the rest of the dream trying to get Ellen to like me, and I got the impression that the fact that I was trying to make her like me made her like me less.

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      April 19, 2010

      Lots of Dogs in the Canal

      I was walking down Bay Shore Dr. by the canal towards the Appian bridge. There were lots of people out with their dogs by the railing and the dogs were swimming in the water. One woman started panicking because her dog was in the water and she didn't think it could swim. I looked in the water and saw a big curly black dog swimming around in the water and tried to explain to her that that kind of dog was a water dog, so it would know how to swim. She told me that the dog I was talking about wasn't hers. She had a toy dog of the same version. We were both at the railing with our hands in the water (it was really high tide), but because my hands were closer to the water her puppy swam to me. I picked it up and was holding it. There were lots of other things going on in the area and in the canal, people doing drills of some sort in the water.

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      Fragments (now at least)

      Still need to work on my dream recall, it’s getting better quicker than I expected it to, but still. No dreams last night, or if there were they were lost with morning drama (now afternoon drama, ugh).

      I’ve always kind of kept an account of my dreams in my normal journal, but it wasn’t until I committed myself to getting back into LDing that I’ve been keeping regular accounts of my dreams. I actually kind of like the fact that my dream journal is now separate from my normal journal; it makes it easier to look at all my recent dreams at once. Anyways, I was going through my journal recently, looking through my dreams and found these short dream entries.

      Basically, these are all dreams, I wish I’d written in detail so I could remember them now. For the most part these snippets are not edited, though I have taken out the redundant “Last night I had a dream…” bit that I usually use to begin all the dream entries in my regular journal.

      June 27, 2009

      I was Sabrina the Teenage Witch (literally, I looked like Melissa Joan Hart). It was a new season where I was living in some European country and, for some reason, I only had limited use of my powers. I was working to keep some kind of balance or separation between good and evil forces. I ended up getting married to a demon by painting his hair with a broken arrow.

      July 24, 2009

      Disney Princesses, travelling, motorcycles, drawing. Too complicated to remember.

      October 9, 2009

      Quentin Tarantino was making a film about Shirley Temple and Otis Redding

      (great non-existent film, or the greatest non-existent film?)

      December 13, 2009

      There was Lady Gaga, a spaceship, and aliens. Too much to make sense of.

      December 27, 2009

      I went to school in just my underwear and a collared t-shirt. It wasn’t a nightmare though, because I was just trying out the Lady Gaga no-pants look.

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      April 21, 2010

      I’m think that each of these were separate dreams, but maybe some if not all of them were connected. I’m not entirely sure. Good night for dreaming, though.

      1)Tourist in China

      I was visiting China (as a tourist) and going through the shops in this kind of outdoor mall kind of area. I went into a shop because I was trying to ditch this DC who was supposed to be my husband. Inside the shop there were a couple of women and children and the goods seemed to be different pieces of furniture; still, it wasn’t very crowded inside. The shop owner was a very pretty Chinese woman who greeted me and we seemed to be friends (or if we didn’t know each other, we were getting along very well for strangers).

      I noticed a bunch of cats underneath one of the beds. Among them was a gray tabby with a white belly; it was about the size of a great dane or a mastiff. I cheered up and said that he was just the cat I was looking for. It came out from under the bed and I started petting it while the shop owner laughed and informed me that it was a girl, not a boy (or perhaps it was the other way around). I very formally apologized for my mistake, to both shop owner and cat, and the shop owner said that this kind of apology was a stereotyping her culture. We were both kind of joking around so no feelings hurt and no taking any of this seriously, I laughed and apologized for being racist. Somehow while petting it I managed to get the cat to stand up and walk on its hind legs (it was almost as tall as I am).

      After this went on for a few seconds, I left the shop through a door on the other side, waving good-bye to my friend the shop owner and everyone else who was in the shop. As soon as I left the shop and was outside again a bunch of children ran up to me to tell me that something terrible had happened in America and they pushed me to a payphone. I grabbed the phone and (for some reason) looked at the sky as if I expected to see something there. I was convinced that I had to get back home as soon as possible.


      2)Wolverine, a Cyborg

      I was walking through this suspicious medical facility, trying to find out what exactly they were doing. I was wearing a white lab coat, and in the dream seemed to have some kind of medical knowledge. In the facility, there were these pillars of medical equipment and monitors, and around each were three lab tables with people unconscious on them attached to all kinds of wires. I walked up to one of these people and saw that it was Wolverine and that he was being turned into some kind of cyborg. Already I could see the robotic and electronic parts had replaced, or were showing through his skin in places, especially across his chest. His right arm was almost completely replaced with robotics, except for some of his fingers and the palm of his hand. I picked his arm up to examine it more closely. I remember thinking that “they” must have done this with nanobots…


      3) Like Curling but without the Stones and Ten Times the Boxers

      I was joining a professional curling team (I have next to no knowledge of the rules involved with curling) and went to the rink to meet up with the team. The rink was about half the size of a tennis court with a waist sized railing all around. I shook hands with the team members, two guys who were both Canadian and another girl (there had to be two guys and two girls on each team). The guys were trying to explain the rules of the game to me.

      “You just have to…” they were saying and then they would pull the boxers out of their pants and toss them around the court so that they landed on the railing in certain places. They had done this with about ten pairs of boxers when I asked them if they always wore so many boxers at once and wasn’t it uncomfortable?

      “You have to have no less than five pairs of boxers on for a game, but the teams that play with six lose faster,” one of the guys said.


      4) Outlaw Biker throw Down by the Kickball Field


      I was riding motorcycles as part of a two woman biker gang. We were in my Elementary school by the kickball field. Everything at the school was covered in yellow dust and the buildings looked faraway, but underneath the dust I could still see the asphalt and the lines painted on it. Everything kind of had the air of an old western and we weren’t really dressed up as bikers so much as western outlaws. We stopped our motorcycles (we didn’t drive very much, or very far in the dream) and got off. The DC who was supposed to have been my husband in the first dream was there and I wanted to fight him for some reason – maybe so he wouldn’t try to come following me again – but I think I woke up before we threw down (but definitely after I cussed him out with some very strongly felt “what in tarnations!”)
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      April 23, 2010

      The Woman Hanging onto a Pterodactyl

      It starts out that I’m at home. Pizza and this weird dough thing has just arrived for dinner, but I’m about to leave for something so I take two slices of the cheese pizza and put them in my pocket to eat later. I’m looking for these people because something is not right in the world – there are all these monsters about that shouldn’t be there and that I must avoid – but I keep getting flashes of these people getting sick and dying.

      Then I get a flash of this woman and I’m viewing a scene about her from third person. It’s very vivid. She’s hanging on to the wing of this pterodactyl with one arm, in such a way that she has her left arm hooked around the base of the wing but is dangling across the torso of the pterodactyl as it banks high above a city in the nighttime. She’s an Asian woman in her thirties or forties and she’s very sick. Her eyes keep kind of rolling back and she looks kind of pale and sweaty. For a moment I have a first person perspective of what she must be experiencing: I hook my arm over the pterodactyl’s wing and the creature reacts instantly, the beating of its wing is more exaggerated as it strains against my weight and kind of starts flicking me with the tip of its wing. It’s not a comfortable place and I’m back in third person watching as this woman is carried by the pterodactyl towards this wooded, mountainous area beyond the city. As she and the pterodactyl are moving there’s another scene playing concurrently, a voice over of sorts between me and this woman as we are having a conversation. She tells me what’s wrong with her, giving me this chemical formula (I don’t remember the whole thing but somewhere in the middle was: TTt).

      In the wooded place in the mountains I return to the scene at hand. There’s this little concrete shack in a clearing where I meeting with these three girls who were closer to my age than the other woman ( and who were somehow involved with the people I was looking for and/or some kind of resistance). I was the odd one out in the group and I stood in the shack oddly wanting to eat the pizza in my pocket but also feeling the keys in my other pocket. Along with my keys was this kind of thick coaster object (like those buzzers they give out at some restaurants to let you know if your table is ready), somehow the woman on the pterodactyl had given it to me and it was important. I was getting impatient so I asked the other girls when we were going to head to the base.

      The girls snapped back at me for this “If anyone asks, there is no base and we’re just Frisbee deliverymen!” said one of them and she held up a large white envelope to the lantern in our shack so the light showed through it. Indeed, there were three blue Frisbees casting shadows from inside the envelope.

      Outside the window of the shack we saw this army man going with a jack hammer to some rocks nearby. We’d been found out! One of the girls turned off the lantern and made it understood that we would just start dancing to music as if that’s what we’d come out to the middle of nowhere to do and as if that’s what we’d been doing the whole time. So we started dancing in the dark and singing “I want to be sedated” Army guys came to the door with guns and we stopped singing and tried to look innocent. The Army guy looked at me and told me to get out of there, so I ran away as fast as I could only to realize that I was running the wrong way and that I wanted to stay close to see what happened to the other girls.

      There was this kind of weird dream topography where each part of the mountain seemed to be segmented into wide flat squares so I ran to a segment that was partitioning the area with the shack from the next area over and waited there. I could only see a part of this field but in the next area was a wide grassy sunny area (it was night everywhere else) with a few very nicely trimmed bushes set up in a wide oval. On the other side from where I was there was this short, big-headed, skeleton type creature riding a tricycle around the bushes. I thought I should probably leave from where I was standing before it made its way all the way around, then I heard the sound of a squeaky bicycle coming from behind the partition and another one of those creatures came up on its tricycle. Of course there would be two of them! I thought.

      The creature was like a skeleton, but not quite, it was covered in something hard, but moist looking and vaguely transparent. The head was at least as big as the rest of the body and it was wearing black gloves and an oversized brown bowler hat with eyeholes cut for its googly eyes. The tricycle was made out of some weird material, like bamboo and strung together bones. It stopped when it saw me, really didn’t do anything but I thought that I needed to do something to it before it did something to me. I stuck my fingers through the eyeholes in the bowler hat and pulled it down so the hat covered its eyes. This worked for maybe a second as it flailed a bit trying to use its short arms to push up his hat. Hat back in place, I tried slapping away one of its hands. The thing just looked really angry and annoyed at this point like it was on the verge of attacking me, when, from behind, a large black dog ran into me and knocked me over (I saw it as I fell).

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      April 24, 2010

      Had two dreams last night, the first had something to do with zombies, but other than that the details are nil. The second dream I know I became lucid at least twice, because I did the spinny-thing to keep my dream from fading and I also was rubbing my hands together, but most of the dream I wasn’t lucid and I really can’t remember where it began and where it ended.

      Housing Non(?)anxiety dream #1

      Me and my friends SH and NS were visiting this open house for a mansion. It was very big, luxe, and on a lake. The real estate agent didn’t mind us at all, even though we clearly were in no position to buy this mansion, so for the beginning of the dream we mostly just wandered around by ourselves, admiring the big porch views of the lake, the jasmine covered waters of one of the three Jacuzzis in the bedroom, and the separate kitchen/dining room that was just for breakfast. The levels of this house were not connected by stairs, but some strange climbing apparatus, that I can’t quite recall. While attempting to get to the second level of the home I fell and in the process of falling towards the lake outside I spun around in mid air, which really cleared my mind from the panic of falling. I got back into the house and at some point the dream started fading and it was hard to see, so I spun around again, and it worked perfectly.

      More people were in the house now. I remember rubbing my hands together. (It felt tingly but didn’t really make a difference since my dream wasn’t fading at that moment). We walked through the closet of the woman who owned the house (it was kind of like a department store) and made our way to this fast food counter and sat there. At the counter was an FBI agent, who I knew from before (neither now nor in the dream did I remember this before where he and I had met, I just kind of knew). I asked him what he was doing there working at a fast food place in an open house. He said that they didn’t know where the guy they wanted was so they’d arranged the open house as a trap so that he would come to them. It was really crowded in the area so I told him his plan must be working. Tried getting to the next level of the house after this but woke up instead.

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      April 30 2010

      Long dream that dealt mostly with flowers, of the two flowers only the name “Moonstone Flower” was used in the dream so the other flower I’m calling a Brownie, even though this probably wasn’t what it was called in the dream.

      Anyways, I can only remember the ending:

      Moonstone Flowers and the Land of the Eye Shadow Eaters

      I was with a group of people and we found a cave to hide out in (possibly hiding from something that came earlier that I can’t now remember) and inside the cave was this large lotus looking flower, kinda brown and pink, called Brownies. We were discussing the Brownie: we really wanted to harvest it for something but we didn’t want to go on numerous quests to find more Brownies because it would be too dangerous. One of the guys in the group mentioned that the area had a real estate agency that rented out these flowers so we could just rent one from them.

      When the real estate agent came –very pretty, exotic looking woman with long black hair— I recognized her. I was surprised that she was a real estate agent though, because I knew that she was a genie or some kind of minor deity. We were both very happy to see each other and I decided that I would go with her to the real estate office to get things settled about our Brownie flowers.

      The two of us were walking through this moonlit field of very thick, leafy vines and “moonstone flowers”. The moonstone flowers were a lot like the giant Brownies I was trying to get, but they were smaller, palm-sized instead of doghouse-sized; the outer petals were brown but the inner petals were a very shining white. There weren’t very many of these flowers in the field, mostly vines, but there were a couple. The woman stopped to look at one of them. It was pointing towards the ground so only its brown petals showed upward, but it should have been facing the moon because moonstone flowers were like sunflowers and were supposed to follow the moon when it was in the sky. The woman got on her knees and started crying. I got down beside her and asked her what the matter was. While I asked I put the real estate agency’s promotional 3d stickers on the brown petals of the flower.

      I sensed or knew that the moonstone flowers were the woman’s flowers (in the way that owls are Athena’s and peacocks Hera’s). I got the impression that the woman had been enslaved by the real estate agency. So we went to the agency, which was located in a clearing, to see her boss. With her boss were the two men in charge of making the giant Brownies. The woman got very angry and started screaming at them: “You did this to me!” She had a giant thing of my favorite black glitter eye shadow (pizza box-sized). Something in the Brownies was addictive, Brownies had been used to make the eye shadow, and the woman was now addicted to whatever was in the Brownies because she had used the eye shadow. The two men who made the brownies had their mouths opened wide so that their lower jaws were at their waist and their heads were at the ceiling. The woman took big handfuls of the eye shadow and stuffed it into their jaws, but they weren’t going to close their mouths to swallow. The ceiling started falling down though, and knocked their heads closed. They looked, at each other, smiled, and started dancing. Somehow this was supposed to be a happy ending…

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      May 1 2010

      The Mythic Drag Queen

      I was at Drag Roller Skating contest in some city. The announcer was describing the exploits of one of the Drag roller skaters who was the best in the contest. This Drag queen was supposed to be dressed up like some mythic monster and was wearing a scale-skin jumpsuit and a big cherry-red wig. Then suddenly I was the one who had to race her. We skated down this hill and across an intersection to get to a grocery store.

      In the grocery store we started our race. There were grocery cart obstacles and the like. I pushed one in her way but fell off the stool-skateboard that my roller skates had been replaced with. I had to stall the drag queen so I through a wine bottle onto the floor in front of her. It crashed and wasn’t much of an obstacle, so I took another wine bottle, opened the cap and handed it to her.


      lol, I know I need to go grocery shopping but this is ridiculous...

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      Just a fragment.

      I had FA where I remembered dreaming about a poem and I was writing the poem down in my dream journal.

      No Kubla Khan for me...

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      May 7, 2010

      Lots of gaps in this one...


      Alien Pregnancy


      (…no recall…)

      It was 3pm and I was at this mall; I was supposed to be meeting other people at 6 so I was worried about how much time I would be able to stay at the mall and get back in time.

      (… no recall, but somewhere in this part I realized I was pregnant and that the father was some kind of Alien…)

      Me and this Alien expert guy were trying to contact my alien baby daddy. We had these red and white fetish dolls that were ceramic and kind of shaped like the symbol for females. We had to put them in a circle in the carpet/sand. It was the red ones that would attract the aliens, but these were rare so we only had three of the red ones in the circle. We would just have to make do and wait.

      The guy left and I went over to a set of drawers to see if there wasn’t another red fetish doll in one of the drawers. Someone came from behind me and forced me on a nearby bed. I knew that the person who had me was an alien though he was very human shaped. I couldn’t see him, though he got on top of me; it was dark and there were vines or roots coming out of the ceiling over the bed.


      (… no recall…)

      The alien expert and I were running around the corner of my home and into the alley way behind it. We might have been running from something. In the alley I saw this couple I know (I don’t know them that well though). The bf was holding onto this long orange silk banner and running so it flowed out behind him and the gf was sitting on the banner like it was a flying carpet. It was interesting to look at because the alley was all gray and washed out looking and they were super bright.

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      Holy crap, insane quality on the DG! You're on your way to greatness.
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      May 9, 2010

      Cambria and the Transdimensional Invader Adventure!!!


      It starts out that a group of people and I have gotten trapped in the yard of this house. We kept trying to get out through the gates but nothing doing. Somehow this DC who was supposed to be my mom (but was not) managed to get outside and went to get pizza but when she came back she couldn’t get back in which was just another being trapped in a yard fiasco. I was looking over the fence of the yard and saw a guy standing on a car across the street; I thought it was his fault that we were trapped so I started cursing at him. He left, someone else tried to get into the yard and managed to get the gates open, there was a big fight and I slipped out of the fracas to look for the guy on the car.

      I didn’t find him I just walked around for a long time. While I was walking I saw a cigarette farm, and this interesting complex of water ways (that I might have dreamt of before), and I realized that there was a small animal in my suitcase full of clothes. At first I thought it was a chinchilla, but then I realized it was my cat, Autumn. I felt really bad that she was in there underneath my clothes, I could tell that she wasn’t doing too well. Unfortunately, we weren’t close to my home yet, and I knew I had to keep her in the suitcase or I wouldn’t be able to bring her back. When I got closer to my neighborhood I took her out of the suitcase, she seemed a little limp and sweaty, and again I felt really bad about it.

      I went from being there to being at some kind of Expo or World’s Fair walking with my friend AN, but he wasn’t really my friend AN but a transdimensional version of my friend AN. I began to suspect as much as we were walking through the arcade area of the Expo and he mentioned owning a game that could not possible exist. I said something teasing along the lines of: “blah blah blah, but you could take the credit for it.” And Trans-D AN was happy about this.


      Also, the arcade zone was lit with black lights so I looked down at what I was wearing to see where I glowed. I was wearing my “Every Dog has his Day 10k” dress and I realized I was dreaming because I remembered that it needs to be washed right now.

      I kept walking with Trans-D AN through the Expo and he led me through this area where the walls were hung with all these pretty formal dresses. I was really impressed by the clothing and wanted to see if the dresses got better further along, but I started having trouble maintaining the vividness. The room of dresses led into a switchback hallway of dresses. I think it was the switchbacks that threw me. I rubbed my hands together (worked for a sec) spun in circles, all the while kept walking the same track that I figured the switchbacks must follow even though I couldn’t see anything except a kind of amorphous glow.

      Once I got out of the switchbacks things got solid again. I was in a grocery store, but it was a grocery store full of Trans-D invaders! They were just shopping though, not doing anything nearly as exciting as invading other dimensions. I was disappointed about the dresses and decided that I wanted to wear one. I shouted, “I AM INAPPROPRIATELY DRESSED!” and took off my pants. I think that I was hoping that doing this would help make it happen, but now it just seems silly.

      I was looking around for a door back into the dress hallway, but no luck. Instead I just saw this Trans-D invader making an announcement over the grocery store PA system. He was talking about Proof and from what I gather it was very important to their invasion of our dimension that we should not be able to prove ourselves in anything. “Don’t Prove that they’re “Proveless(?)” by — —, prove it by — —,” He goes on to say that the Trans-D invaders should not spread the idea that we lesser creatures might be able to have our own proof by texting such blasphemy to Trans-D friends and family.

      I could tell the dream was ending so I picked up a piece of paper and tried to write down what the Announcer Trans-D was saying.
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