Well, I've finally decided to create an online dream journal! I'll throw some old ones in first, just to get the hang of it.
Last updated: May 15
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Well, I've finally decided to create an online dream journal! I'll throw some old ones in first, just to get the hang of it.
Last updated: May 15
16.03.2010Meeting Gabe (Non-lucid)
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID
Well, this is a weird one. First, the house across from mine is getting expanded. What this means is that the top two floors are "hollowed out". The sides and roof are still there, but the front, back, and everything in between is gone. I see workers walking around, and a kid is standing on the top floor. I wonder how he doesn't fall.
Now I'm meeting with Valve's Gabe Newell.
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Well actually my dad is. I had seen an interview of him at GDC the day before. Gabe is talking about the "corruption of the bureaucrats" or something. Riveting. :yawn:He also mentions a tragedy involving a kid falling from a great hight. lol The place I'm in doesn't feel familiar, but my papercrafts are there, so it must be my house. Of course, none of the papercrafts are the same as the ones I have in real life. They are arranged on some sort of rotating temple diagram, with specific icons marking where the paper models are supposed to go. Gabe mentions my sister, I think, and probably wonders what I'm doing, but I'm too busy fixing a papercraft animal's more fragile than real life ears.
Now I'm driving a car up a steep driveway, and I hate doing this, because the car rolls backward, and there are some kids behind me that I don't really want to roll over. I get the car to stop, and me and my dad get out. Why I was driving my dad around, I have no idea. Apparently, we've come to an old woman's house. Dad says she's famous for some reason, but I'm not really listening. There is a tunnel entrance in front of us, with some kids playing in front of it, and next to it is a path leading up the hill to the house. An old tall thin woman stands on the doorstep. Kinda creepy actually, because she doesn't say or do anything. Also, I think this takes place at night, so even though we can see fine, the sky is pitch black, which makes it even creepier. Next thing I know is that dad wants us to make the tunnel cave in. It does, somehow, and Dad remarks how now she won't have to worry about junk mail. Which doesn't make any sense because there's a mailbox outside the tunnel entrance. We're going to leave, when some evil people arive. Obviously, we can tell they are evil because they are wearing dark robes and such. Dad says he wants to go talk to them, (more talking!?), and the dream ends.
20.03.2010ANGRY CHEETOS!! (Non-lucid)
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID
This dream is of the WTF variety. I'm at this wierd seminar thing in a dark auditorium, and the speaker is talking about these white, puffy, flying hand-shaped things. They are apparently supposed to help you breathe or something, but have been known to attack people. So, naturally, the speaker lets these creatures loose to run around in the audience so they can feel the beneficial effects first hand. Of course, I'm nervous about this, but my sister sitting next to me tells me not to worry. The creatures fly about the room, and one approaches me. I can see it has a mouth on the palm. It charges toward me, and I flinch. I feel a heavy "thud!" on my chest, and see it has attached itself to me. How this is supposed to help breathing, I don't know. Now, I'm in the garage with some friends (who may or may not actually exist; I don't remember much about them) and I'm holding a ball of plastic bags. Apparently, it contains some angry flying hand things. I'm not convinced though. It was just like someone bunched up some plastic bags and told me it contained angry monsters. Of course, since this is a dream, I am a retard, and therefore take this very seriously. Anyway, we decide to kill the contents by placing them under the wheel of the van and crush them. Next thing I know, there's an orange splat mark under the wheel, and we are getting attacked by ANGRY FLYING CHEETOS!!:panic:
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AHHHH!!!!I escape into the house, and the dream ends.
07.04.2010Peregrine Mason? (Non-lucid)
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID
I'm in a hotel room with Della Street, (Della Street was the fictional secretary of Perry Mason in the long-running series of novels, films, and radio and television programs featuring the fictional defense attorney created by Erle Stanley Gardner) and, while relaxing on the bed, I notice a large envelope propped up against the lamp on the table. It is addressed to Peregrin Mason (Perry is short for Peregrin obviously:rolleyes:) and another name that is not familiar. "Err... I think we got the wrong room" I say, and Mason walks through the door with Detective Paul Drake saying "I think you're right."
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Drake explains that on a previous case he worked under an alias, thus explaining the unknown name on the envelope. Unfortunately, the dream ends before anything else is revealed.
15.04.2010Psychic cousins!? (Non-lucid)
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID
So, I'm visiting my cousins at some sort of hotel. (Must be a family reunion) We're in a dark room, (It's night out) and my cousin is explaining to me that if she get's surprised or startled by something she has seizures. (Wow, that sucks:?) Apparently, this all started when one of her friends died. On the plus side, she also gained psychic powers! (This probably came from Sam & Max: The Devil's Playhouse where Max gets psychic abilities)
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We leave the room and the dream ends. (Actually the dream continued for a bit, but the rest was me packing up to leave, and that was just too boring to remember)
I think that's a fair enough trade, don'tcha think? XD Interesting dreams, my man.Quote:
Originally Posted by Yarbskoo
22.04.2010Art Project (Non-lucid)
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID
Ugh. A boring school dream. I'm doing some sort of project for Art class. Afterward, it appears that my project won some sort of contest, but apparently, when I scanned a copy, I also did some adjustments on the computer, and they're trying to disqualify me. Some girl in the class is really upset that she didn't win, and would love to see my work disqualified. We have a different teacher than usual, and she should've been named Mrs. McNitpick. So I'm in the parking lot at my friends car, and I'm trying to find my own, and I bore myself awake.:yawn:
It would've been interesting if I had actually seen any evidence of such powers. My dreams have far to much dialog and not enough action. Which sucks especially because I can never remember most of what people say in my dreams. It doesn't help that most of it is nonsense anyway. :roll:Quote:
Originally Posted by GypsyDiver
hilarious! monsters that help you breath by attaching to your chest with their teeth!Quote:
Originally Posted by Yarbskoo
Makes perfect sense! ;)
15.05.2010A space opera. (Non-lucid)
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID
Alright! An interesting dream! It starts in a spaceport on a space station. The station looks like giant orbs, of varying sizes connected together. Kinda like this:
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The larger orb houses the cantina, the smaller orbs house the starships. My starship is getting refueled, and I meet this not-quite-human woman in the cantina. As I'm on my ship preparing to leave, I somehow "know" that she's in trouble somewhere on the station. My crew takes this as an excuse to fly around and open fire on the station and blow stuff up. Just when I'm worried we did all that for nothing, one of the orbs bursts open and a ship flies out. Apparently, her ship was being held captive inside that orb, until our attacks disabled the power on the station, allowing her to fight her way out. Now I'm standing on the surface of the station with her, and she says, "Will you come with me? After two rescues (two?) I think you've earned it." I feel two people come up behind me and grab my arms. "Who are these guys?" I ask. The next thing I see is what appears to be me, with two mythical god-like beings holding my arms, only we're all made out of ice. That's what I get for standing on the outside of a space station. There's a caption that reads "And so he went to the land of the gods. Quietly, and without a word." :wtf:
