Diary of a Madman -- oniman's subconscious journeys

[oniman7]

I've recently decided to get back into dreamer (both lucid and non) and decided that re-starting a dream journal would be a good way to go. I could have dug up my old one, but I think it would be better (for the sake of good fluctuation) to start over. After I have a couple of lucid dreams, I may start a lucid dream journal (I'll also have to try the website's new lucid dream counter. Seems pretty useful. Also, I've just got my friend interested and he signed up (Striker2195) and I may get my friend Awkward Guy signed up (I'll try to make that his screen name so everything will make sense). They're both going to be in the band as well, so they're trying to have some of the same experiences. This first post is less like a journal, but I felt some explanation would be helpful. Anyways, next few posts will be variously recalled dreams that I haven't previously posted, just to get me started. Some type of categorizing may also be in order at some point. If you find yourself actually interested, I would actually love some comments.

[oniman7]

Dream #1 Date Unknown Keyword Search: Old Chinese Guy Metal Guru Guitar Music I don't remember much of this dream, because it was about a week or two ago. Basically, me and some of my family (I don't think they ever stayed constant, people in my dreams seem to randomly change) were going to pick up a new guitar that we had found for sale on the internet. We pull up in a van and go to the front gates (the whole house is surrounded by pretty average chain link fencing). From the outside, it looks like a normal smaller house. There seemed to be a garden off to the side. We go inside, and there's an old Chinese Guy holding the guitar. Around his house are stereotypical signs and symbols that you attribute to the stereotypical zen feeling. Most of the inside of the house looked like the inside of a Buddhist temple (but it was all gold plated). even the spot where he played guitar was a shrine surrounded by a small water fixture. I buy the guitar from him, and I sit down opposite him. He plays something amazing, and by some or other revelation I learn that he's an ancient guru in the art of metal music. I guess I took lessons from him or something similar to that. Dream #2 Date Unknown Key Word Search: School Cruise Grandparents Stealing Platinum This one is really disjointed and doesn't seem to make a lot of sense. I'm at my great grandparents' house (one of whom passed away in 2003 but was there in the dream). We were possibly on some kind of cruise ship ( I know we were later ) and they made a living selling these little platinum coins. They were worth a lot of money because they were solid platinum and were made by some old civilization. My great grandfather had them set up on the kitchen table to be cleaned, and they were in a big pile. Late at night, I snuck out to the kitchen to "grab a snack". I opened up the fridge, grabbed something, and on the way out, I slipped one of the coins into my pocket. There was a huge pile and I thought he wouldn't notice. The next day I remember the boat was pulling into land, and I was talking to a girl I may or may not know in real life. I felt a weight in my pocket and remembered that I had the coin. I felt a little guilty, but better knowing that nobody knew about it and I was about to leave.

[oniman7]

Dream #3 Date: 05/27/10 Key Word Search: Hostage SWAT Stockholm Syndrome I'm in some kind of small convenience store (it's furnished like a den or something with a couple of couches and such, but with plate glass windows). I'm sitting alongside some rough looking people. They've got typical leather jackets with the sleeves torn off, different cheesy haircuts (think Francis in Left 4 Dead). They're sitting around on these couches (me among them) and they're talking. Everyone either seems nervous or determined. One of them is eating a couple slices of pizza and offers me one. It seems (perhaps through Stockholm Syndrome) that they aren't really bad people. They seem willing to help me, but they look like they need to do this for something. Like they're trying to get ransom money they actually need. I take the offered pizza and start eating it. From outside, I hear sirens and see cop cars and armored vans in the distance. We exchange some sort of good-byes, in a way that seems like we'll be seeing each other again. I think it was just something like "see you later". I told them I was going to lay down below the couch before the cops arrived. They agreed and I laid down on the floor with my hands over my head. The cops line all doors. I look to the door in front of me. The cops are in a stacked formation, with one on the left to open the door (I may know too much about military tactics for my own good). The one on the left is holding an MP5, and he's using the magazine as a foregrip to reduce the recoil. He lets go with his right hand to open the door, putting pressure on the magazine, and dropping it on the floor. The only thing I can think is "America". The cops rush in, and just before the shooting starts, I have flashbacks. In a gas station. Masked men with guns. Cops rushing in. Shooting and bodies falling. By the time the flashbacks end, the cops are done. I don't look up at the bodies, but I'm lifted up by cops. A microphone from a reporter is shoved in my face. I forget that I've still got a huge lump of pizza in my mouth and I swallow that before I turn to answer the questions. I'm led out of the building before the dream ends.