Thread: SD-1: Nephanim

My dream journal is available here. You can also find it in my signature. If you need to contact me, the easiest ways are:

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I guess we'll start with some dreams. These will be copied directly from my dream journal. Lucid and shared dreams are marked as such.

September 8, 2010

Dead Pit

I was approaching a large, circular pt in some kind of desert environment. There were large plateaus surrounding us in the distance. Nicole was walking on my right, but she didn’t look much like herself; her hair was still short, but it was white and a little longer; she was also a little thinner. A guy walked with us on my left. I didn’t get a clear look at him. When we reached the edge of the pit, I realized just how big it was… I’d say it was about one hundred feet in diameter. I couldn’t see the bottom. A tree was growing out from the inner walls of the pit. Instead of growing toward the sunlight, it had grown down into the depths below. The branches were devoid of life, and the trunk had long since become petrified wood. I took of my shoes and climbed out onto the tree trunk where it met with the cliff face wearing just my socks. It was only about a foot and a half below the edge. I wanted to climb farther out, but I only made it about a quarter of the way before voices behind me caught my attention. I turned my head and saw Nicole running away in the direction we had approached the pit from. I knew she was just going to look at something. I checked my pocket and realized she had left her phone with me… How was I going to contact her if anything happened? I turned back toward the middle of the pit and examined the petrified branches of the downward-arching tree.

Balloons, Dust, and Possession

I closed the door behind me as I entered my Omi’s house. I took my shoes off by the door. My dad greeted me in the sitting room and gave me two red balloons. They had red strings tied around them. The balloons were still full of helium, so they tugged at my hand as I held the strings. I decided to put them in weird places to surprise everyone. I went upstairs with both of the balloons and walked into the computer room. When I looked up to make sure the balloons weren’t going to get caught on any fans, I was amazed to discover several fans hanging at different heights. The ceiling was easily four times as high as it should’ve been, and the fans were positioned so they overlapped one another at varying elevations. I admired the unique style of each fan while I walked around the room, searching for the ideal balloon release spot. Some of the fans were made of metal – many of these were slightly rusty. Others were wooden. Still others were made of glass. All of them had elaborate designs along their blades and the support beams holding them on the ceiling. I was most impressed by one glass fan with white flower petals inside the blades themselves. I should note that some of them were spinning, but the rest weren’t; I was only able to clearly observe the details of the ones that were stationary. I found a place near the corner where I felt the balloon could safely float straight up to the ceiling. It was somehow unaffected by the wind created by the spinning fans. When it hit the ceiling, it rolled in a tiny circle and stopped. I left the room to look for a place to drop off my second balloon.

As I walked down the stairs, I looked up at the ceiling. It was a bit higher than normal in there, too. I saw a window up on the ceiling through which sunlight flowed without resistance. I decided I would release the balloon there. Unlike in waking life, the ceiling there was level, so the balloon wouldn’t wander into the kitchen. This wouldn’t have worked in the real house. When the balloon hit the window, a cloud of dust fluttered off its surface. I didn’t expect this at all; the window looked as though it had just been cleaned! I realized what had happened, but it was too late to get away. I ducked on the spot and covered my nose. The dust managed to get in my mouth, though, and I coughed up a cloud of dust in the shape of a cone toward the wall. It left a fuzzy, circular marking on the white wall. While I recovered from that, my dad came back into the room. I told him I had hidden the balloons, but I also commented on how dirty Omi’s house was. When he expressed his disbelief, I showed him the dusty circle on the otherwise clean wall. He admitted then that the house was dirty. I wondered why; Omi tends to keep her house clean.

I heard a sinister, female voice echo in my hand on my way into the kitchen.

“Now everyone in this house is under my control!” it said. I didn’t seem to care… I saw someone hiding behind a plant in a small wicker basket on the kitchen table. When I approached, Ipin (Reborn) stepped into view. She stayed on the far end of the kitchen table.

“Hey, Ipin,” I greeted her. She said something in Chinese that I couldn’t understand. She jumped off the table and ran down the mini-stairway into the living room. The kitchen and living room are technically on the same level, but the living room is a bit lower. I decided to follow Ipin. By the time I reached the living room, however, she was already on her way down to the basement. I circled around the wall and looked down the next set of stairs. A white wolf and an arctic fox were entangled in one another near the top of the staircase. I heard them murmuring to one another in English. They looked up at me briefly and then hurried down the stairs together. I was going to pursue them, but I didn’t make it down the stairs.

*

September 9, 2010

Cheese Puff Man, Chibi Nicole, and Sho-chan

I was at a grocery store with Nicole. She was wearing these really thick, purple sweatpants. When I asked about it, she explained that she wore them to bed… She said that before we left, she was going to have to run down the length of the store to cool off because the sweatpants were so hot. She left me with the shopping cart while she went to get something. I soon began to wander around the store with our cart. I was amused to find a man living inside a gigantic bag of cheese puffs. The bag was about seven feet tall, and the guy was close to that size. He just kept eating the cheese puffs from inside the bag. We talked for a bit until a TV on a stand behind us turned on by itself. It played a steady ringing noise. I insisted that this was an attempt by a ghost to contact us. The guy in the cheese puff bag wasn’t convinced. I checked YouTube with my brain somehow, and comments all over one of Reece’s videos were talking about the TV ghost. I assumed it had to be real.

At this point, I was approached by a miniature version of Nicole. She looked to be around five years old, but she seemed to be her normal self on the inside. She took me by the hand and guided me down the aisle. As we walked, she talked about stealing stuff from the store… Since this was where her “future” self was working, I figured that would be a bad idea. I didn’t want to get her fired… Even if it was her idea. We ended up in a classroom somehow. I was sitting one seat in front of Nicole on the right side of the room. It occurs to me now that the room was a mirror image of Kyon and Haruhi’s classroom; we were sitting in their respective seats. The class seemed to be related to dreaming, but I don’t remember its specific content. We started talking about a woman named Watana Sho, another teacher at whatever school this was. The instructor told us she was ten years old, but Nicole corrected him – she was actually twelve. People started blurting out questions – most of them demanding to know how a ten or twelve year old girl could possibly be a teacher. A couple of them said she was really sixteen, and both the teacher and Nicole were lying. The teacher revised his previous statement by saying that Watana Sho was at least thirty years older than everyone in the room. After it got quiet, he added that she just had a height problem…

He told us the story of how she began working there as a full-time employee. Apparently, when she filled out her application, she wrote her name down so fast that the principal decided to hire her on the spot. That’s right – if you want to be a teacher, learn to write your name quickly! The environment around me changed, and I was standing at the end of the cheese puff aisle. I looked through a rack full of packaged cinnamon rolls. They looked pretty good. I wondered if it would be rude to refer to Watana Sho as “Sho-chan.” It was implied that she was born and raised in Japan, but I didn’t know if she’d appreciate that kind of greeting… It just reminded me of Byakuran and Shoichi.

The younger version of Nicole and I walked down the next aisle toward the front of the store. It was full of juice… Mainly apple and orange juice. Some of the apple juice containers were like oil drums. They were five feet tall and three feet in diameter. I considered stealing one, but since it would be impossible to hide it on my body, I decided not to. I couldn’t afford to get caught. We walked outside without doing anything about the shopping cart full of food… Nicole said her “future self” could deal with it. What kind of attitude is that, you procrastinator?!

I looked to the right instinctively and saw Andrea’s mom’s car in a parking spot. I understood that we had driven that car to the store. Nicole wanted me to go in the other direction, however. She explained that there was still time before her older self would finish shopping (and perhaps more importantly, before she would find the shopping cart we left in the middle of the store), so she wanted to pay a visit to Toys “R” Us. Nicole realized on the way that there wasn’t actually a Toys “R” Us there… At her insistence, we turned around and walked to the car. I’m not sure how this worked, but we somehow passed the car once and then got into it further into the parking lot. I remember commenting on how it was covered in tree sap – especially the top of the car – and then getting into an identical car in the next row of parking spaces. I had a feeling Andrea’s mom was going to kill her for getting the car so sticky. The younger version of Nicole had been replaced by her normal self when she got in the car with me. She explained that Andrea was going to keep her mom’s car, and that meant that she (Nicole) would get to have the old one. I pointed out that this didn’t seem like a fair assumption… Why would Andrea just give her the car? Although I tried to argue, I had a strange feeling Nicole was right.

Tsuna's Defeat

Tsuna was defeated by Aoba Koyo single-handedly. As I saw manga frames fade out only to be replaced by new ones, I explained to Nicole how one-sided the fight was. I only showed her the last frame, though, because I didn’t want to spoil the current storyline of Reborn for her. The frame showed Aoba standing over Tsuna. True to his old nature, Tsuna was crying on his hands and knees in fear.

Projection Machine

I was in a futuristic laboratory. Nicole lay on an old, red couch with some kind of crude, spherical helmet covering her head. It looked like an astronaut’s helmet, but it was less sophisticated. It seemed to be made of iron. Professor Hubert Farnsworth approached what appeared to be a copy of Nicole standing in front of the couch. He was wearing his usual attire. With his fingers interlaced, he asked her to take the helmet off. Nicole refused. It seemed like this was a projection of her consciousness that had separated from her physical body. I could see through the metal plating of the helmet, but the blood pooling inside it was too thick to see Nicole’s face. I knew something had to be done quickly, or Nicole was going to die. Another projection of Nicole appeared on a hospital bed. The bed was inclined somewhat, so she was forced into a relaxed sitting position. A man held a sharp blade to her throat. Simultaneously, this projection of Nicole turned into Leela, and the guy turned into Zapp Brannigan. Farnsworth approached the first projection of Nicole and whispered into her ear. As he spoke, subtitles appeared at the bottom of my field of vision.

“It’ll all be okay if you lick Zapp’s youknowwhat’sityouknow.” I kid you not, that’s what he called it. The projection of Nicole on the hospital bed disappeared, merging back with the one of her standing up. This projection now resembled Leela. She visibly gagged at the thought.

In the Wrong Class

Remembered this as I was checking something on a course syllabus…

I was in a hallway at school – though probably not anywhere on my college campus. It may have been the second floor of the middle school I went to in Texas. I walked all the way to the end of the hall and looked into a classroom. There were a few people sitting down there already. I took a seat in the front row. Within seconds, a teacher walked into the room and started talking about industrial culture. I furrowed my brow. Industrial culture? I had already taken a course on that subject… When he wrote the course number and title on the board, I realized I had signed up for a class I already had credit for. I got up and walked out of the room.

eBay's Response

A while ago in waking life, I ordered a book from half.com (which is owned by eBay). When it arrived in the mail, I quickly discovered it was the wrong book with a misprinted cover. I attempted to resolve this with the seller, but since I didn’t get a response, I decided to file a buyer protection claim. I’m still waiting for word back on that.

Anyway, in a dream I had last night, I went to check my email and found a message in my inbox from eBay. The subject line was something like “Response to your claim.” The message itself was less than helpful and written in poor English. Paraphrased, the author of the email apologized for my dissatisfaction with the item I received and said he or she hoped my eBay experience would be better next time. I was shocked to find that there was no mention of a process to resolve the problem… No consequences for the seller, no refund for me, and no indication that the person who wrote the email actually read the contents of my claim! I figured I would check my messages on their site next. I don’t remember anything after that.

Everything Looks Blue

In this dream, I was standing outside with another man. My perception switched back and forth between within my body and floating somewhere between us. I never got a good look at the guy. When I was out of my body, I perceived myself as Sawada Tsunayoshi. I was wearing a striped blue and green hoodie and jeans. The guy said something about seeing my aura. I observed light blue, wavering light surrounding my body. When he asked if I could see it, I was back inside my body. At first, I didn’t… But then everything around me was tinted light blue. I explained this to him, and he congratulated me on learning to see aura fields.

Fragment Pertaining to Nicole's Mom

I must’ve had this dream a couple of nights ago – maybe even further in the past.

I remember getting a call from Nicole, but when I picked up, I heard her voicemail on the other end. I hung up – but I immediately regretted it because, for some reason, I thought it might have been Nicole’s mom calling me. I thought I had interpreted her mom trying to tell me something as Nicole’s impersonation of Hideyoshi.

*

September 10, 2010

Nicole Stops Caring

This dream has been omitted.

Robotic Cashiers: Employees of the Future

This dream has been omitted.

Nicole's Lucid, So Was I

It was morning, and I was sitting in bed at my dorm. Nicole was telling me about having a lucid dream sometime during the night. I could hear her without my phone as I looked through the notes in my dream journal. I had something written down about a lucid dream, too, but I couldn’t remember it. I had also written down the cashier dream and one more.

Visit from the Housing Office

This dream has been omitted.

Fake Dream Journal Dream: Back with a Vengeance

Yeah, another one of these. I hope this isn’t an omen.

I was writing in my dream journal as I lay in bed. It was still dark outside. As I looked over what I had written, I decided I was done; I couldn’t remember anything else. The cashier dream was written down (see below). Next to it was a small, green check mark. I understood that meant I had typed the dream up and posted it online already. There was one more dream, but I couldn’t read it. I couldn’t remember what it was about, either. I remembered the dream I had in which I discussed a lucid dream with Nicole and tried to remember any lucid dreams I might have had. When I started to wonder if I was dreaming, I lost the dream.

Peek-a-Boo

I had a dream in which Nicole covered my eyes, either with her hands or a black blindfold… Maybe with both. I saw this from third-person perspective. She giggled after she did it.

The Mall, the Valley, and the Beach

I was with my mom and Chelsea at the mall. We were sitting together on a bench in the central plaza while they looked for a store on the map. I walked off to look for Nicole. In a store that was suspiciously pink – from the floor to the merchandise – I walked by a bunch of cell phones hanging from looped strings. I heard one buzzing. It looked like Andrea’s phone. I tried to answer the call, but it took me a computer screen instead of connecting the call. There were a bunch of windows open. One indicated that I was logged into AIM… To my amazement, I was logged onto my account! I logged off immediately to check the login settings. Sure enough, my password was saved, and it was set to log in automatically at startup. I tried to remember the last time I had gone to the mall. I couldn’t recall when it was. That just meant my information was saved on the phone that much longer. I wondered if people had been messaging my friends as me for weeks… I would have to notify them all. I’ve been using MSN lately instead of AIM, so I wouldn’t have noticed.

Anyway, the guy running the store saw me messing around on the phone and asked what I was doing. He probably thought I was trying to call someone. I said I had come in earlier that day and accidentally saved my password on the phone, so I was just deleting it. I knew I hadn’t done it that morning, but I didn’t want to look stupid… Of course, telling him that didn’t help; I was still using service he had to pay for. He laughed and tried to kick me out. Despite his attempts to rush me out of the store, I managed to remove my account from AIM’s configuration settings and turned off the phone. I went back to the plaza where Chelsea and my mom were sitting. They still hadn’t found the store. Chelsea went over to an information booth and came back with a bulky, cordless phone. It was shaped like the top half of a bow tie. The sides were painted green, but the inner surface was painted white. Chelsea put $9 into the information booth’s bill slot and used the phone to call the help desk. They said it would cost $4 for the call.

Chelsea asked if there was a Petsmart anywhere in the mall. When the woman on the line said there wasn’t, she hung up. The machine spilled out two dollars in change. We were all confused by that, though… She should have gotten $5! An old lady next to us heard us complaining to one another about the handful of quarters and agreed that we had been ripped off. Chelsea gave me the quarters and stormed off. I dropped a couple and had to stop to pick them up, so I fell behind… I followed after them at a distance toward the exit.

We passed through a grocery store on the way, and I had to circle around a family that was stopped by the lettuce. As I went by, I saw that the dad was about to drag the shopping cart sideways. There was an infant sitting in it. It looked like it was going to tip. I grabbed the handle of the cart and tried to steady it, but the mom grabbed my right wrist. She had short, curly gray hair. The part of my wrist she touched burned… Even after I walked a fair distance away, it felt like someone was pressing hot coals against my wrist. I yelled at the woman for attacking my wrist. She acted like nothing had happened. The red marks on my wrist said otherwise! I turned back around and saw my mom looking over her shoulder at me. She seemed to be disapproving of my conduct – but it didn’t make a difference to me since she had no idea what had happened.

I made it outside, but I was still pretty far behind. There was a T-shaped intersection up ahead. Across the street and to the left was some kind of valley. The rest of the area around us was flat. I was also on the opposite side of our present street with respect to my family. I waited at the light for a bit, but the crosswalk indicator didn’t change even when it looked safe to cross. I pushed the “cross” button on the corner, and the light changed almost immediately. For some reason, a lot of the cars just kept driving… The drivers of an ambulance and a police car were the only ones at the intersection who stopped to let me cross. I decided it was because, as part of government services, they had a duty to uphold to citizens. Once I made it to the other side, I figured I would be able to go straight to my family, but the “T” intersection became a four-way intersection. Fortunately, I didn’t have to wait long to cross.

On the other side, I saw a couple of construction workers talking to my mom, Chelsea, and Nicole. Austin was there, too, but he was sitting by a huge evergreen a few meters away from everyone else. The construction workers saw me and asked if I wanted to see the view. I remembered it was a huge valley. Nicole was standing right by a cliff. I told her to move, but she wouldn’t. When I got closer to her, she moved closer to the cliff. I was extremely concerned that she would fall, and it certainly wasn’t a survivable drop… She finally moved away when Chelsea asked what we were going to do next. My mom said something about the boardwalk being closed. I guess that was where we intended to go originally, but they spent too much time at the mall. Austin added that everything was probably closed by now. I suggested the beach for tomorrow, although I wasn’t entirely serious since that was all the way in California. Chelsea seemed up for the trip, though, and Nicole was really excited.

The dream jumped. I was in the passenger seat of my mom’s car, yet Nicole was in the same seat. We were superimposed in the same seat… My mom was driving, but Nicole was also driving – from the passenger seat! She had her own steering wheel and everything. Nicole’s driving didn’t have any effect on where the car went, but everyone in the car could tell what would happen at any given moment if Nicole took control of the car instead of my mom. It made comparing their driving ability easy. My mom agreed that if Nicole drove that well, we could take the car to the beach.

Beautiful Angel Asakura

I was on the phone with Nicole while setting up an old game on a Nintendo 64. The phone was hands-free… This seems to have become a standard for phone conversations in my dreams.

The game was called Beautiful Angel Asakura. The label on the game cartridge had a girl who looked similar to KOS-MOS in front of a moonlit sky. I asked Nicole if I could play something else. John (my roommate from last year) was watching, and I didn’t want to play anything that sounded like a third-rate shoujo manga in front of someone from school. The room was modeled after my grandparents’ guest bedroom. John was on the side of the room closest to the door. When I turned the game on, he came running over to watch. He explained that it was his favorite game of all time. The opening scene gave me a vague idea of the plot, but I can’t stress enough how vague it was. I saw a floating skull creature in a room with black and white tiled floors. The skull had one arm sticking out where his right ear should have been. He screamed something like “Rrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaalllllyyyyy!” I note that the designers of the game should have considered sticky keys when they were writing the script. The skull man told one of his minions to kill the Adventurer, and the minion turned into several bats before flying out of the room. I saw a brief shot of the so-named Adventurer. He was like a cross between the stereotypical cowboy and Indiana Jones. The Adventurer was, unsurprisingly, the protagonist.

I saw a little chat box appear with the Adventurer’s face to the left. All of the dialog in this game was really bizarre, much like the skull’s initial line. The letters all appeared multiple times, and sometimes they formed fake words. It tended not to make sense. I had three choices. I picked the third one: “Take the gold and run.” I don’t remember hearing about any gold, though. A bunch of golden lines moved across the screen. I understood these were supposed to represent swords slashing at the Adventurer. I saw a tree get struck by lightning. I got the game over screen. I figured out it was one of those “choose your adventure” games. Just my luck – I picked the first dead end. I was always bad at those.

John told me to pick the second choice next time. Anyway, I went to one of those initial entry screens for high scores. I entered “N N N” as my name. It took me a few attempts to do this because the letters didn’t appear at first. After I submitted the name, the letters turned into Donald Duck, Goofy, and a blank card (I have no explanation for this one). My score came up on the screen. It was “_O_____O” with circles, not zeros. I decided to play another game instead.

The second game started out like Super Mario Brothers, but I knew that was just a trick. At the end of the first level, the platforms were all covered in spikes. There was no way across. I died twice before I remembered what I was supposed to do. I went back to the end of the level, picked up a koopa, and then set it down on the ground instead of throwing it. I gave a brief explanation to John: “No sane person throws turtles!” This caused a platform to rise out of the ground. A door was built into it. I went through the door to the second level, but I kept falling off a cliff halfway through that level.

A Different Sort of Church

This dream has been omitted.

Katekyo Hitman Roleplay

I was at my parents’ house in North Carolina. The computer room was empty for some reason, and I was sitting in there. Nicole came downstairs in a Gokudera costume. She called me Juudaime. When I told her I wasn’t in the mafia, she ran off crying. Austin saw this and gave me a condescending look; he was dressed up as Hibari, so it sort of worked. I went halfway up the stairs and saw Gokudera crying in Ryohei’s arms. My mom came up behind me.

“It’s nice that your friends are enjoying themselves, but can we move them away from Minnie’s new room?” I said I would. When I went up to Nicole-Gokudera to apologize, I realized I was Tsuna. She accepted my apology.

The dream jumped. We were on a log raft, presumably headed for Shimon’s island. I saw instructions scrolling left across the bottom of my field of vision… Press B to punch. Press A to kick. I tried out both of these and discovered that I was controlling Ryohei. I could move with my mind. All of the characters present were in chibi form: Ryohei, Gokudera, Hibari, Shoichi, and Enma. The latter two were filling in for two of our guardians. Each character had a health bar at the bottom of the screen. We ran around punching and kicking each other at random until Shoichi and Enma were both dead. At that point, I questioned our behavior. Why were we killing our allies? It would only decrease our overall strength. I might have become lucid at the rate it was going, but I woke up.

*

September 11, 2010

Final Boss: Sky Golem

I was at the end of a video game, but in order to complete it, I still needed to defeat the final boss. The fight took place on a black and white chessboard in the sky. For the first part of the fight, I fought against a statue wielding two swords. It was clearly not human. In fact, it looked more like those monsters from the caves in Phantasy Star Online Episode I. Instead of red or green, however, it was silver. The statue and I crossed swords at a breakneck pace. I found myself running all over the board, countering attacks, preventing fatal injuries, and occasionally landing a hit. The tables turned when I awakened Apheri. White light filled my sword, and I tore through the statue like butter. As I stood behind the severed lumps of stone, they gathered together and shot off toward the edge of the chessboard. A massive, stone hand reached up and grabbed them. The stone remains became the brain for a golem easily fifty times my size. The golem was powered by a red gem inside one of the stones. Almost without warning, the golem leaped off thin air and landed on the edge of the chessboard where I was standing. I barely had time to get out of the way. I saw a shadow beneath my feet, but not soon enough. The golem’s huge fist slammed down on top of me, killing me.

I respawned and approached the small statue I fought first. I was going to try again. This time, the first fight was much easier. I awakened Apheri and waited for the statue to approach. When it did, I tore through it. I tried to destroy the stone pieces left behind before they could regather, but I wasn’t quick enough. They joined with the giant golem again, and I was forced to fight it. I spent a fair deal of time running from it while trying to find a weak point. I had a feeling I couldn’t damage the legs; that’s almost never how these fights work. I tried to find a way to climb up the golem to destroy the gem powering it, but I didn’t see one. Eventually, it wittled down my health and killed me a second time.

Third time’s the charm. I got a hint from a friend about how to defeat it. He said I should remember that I’m fighting several miles up in the air. When the first fight began, I picked the statue up and threw it toward the edge of the chessboard. It hit an invisible wall and bounced back. Lame! Anyway, our swords clashed briefly before I struck the statue down a third time. When the golem formed, I swallowed a potion that would give me double health. Interestingly, I had two health bars: one on the left of the screen and one on the right. I’m not sure what the left one was for, but the right one corresponded to me. Maybe the left health bar was the boss’s health, but that didn’t seem right… It started with less than half of its health, and I couldn’t find any way to damage it. Oh well. Silver outlines appeared around the hearts indicating my health.

The golem jumped at me again, but this time, the force of its fall knocked a black tile out of the chessboard. Each time it jumped, it knocked out another tile. I relied on my jumping ability to get me from one tile to the next when most of them were gone. I couldn’t afford to lose; this was my last life! I made a dangerous jump and just barely survived by grabbing hold of the edge of the tile. I had turned into a ferret. The golem jumped toward the same tile. I scrambled out of the way just in time, and the golem fell with the tile down to the world below. I had finally won!

Paging Ms. S or Ch, We’ve Forgotten You

I don’t remember this one very well. I was talking with a girl whose name started with an S or Ch… I’m not sure why, but it was a full enough dream that I meant to write it down. I just fell asleep while I was going over it halfway through the night.

This is probably a good place to note that I also remembered another dream halfway through the night, but I didn’t write that down, either.

WritersCube's Nemesis

I was in the parking lot of a toy store. I quickly spotted a man I knew walking toward the store. He was with a shorter guy. Immediately, I knew I couldn’t trust them. They were up to something. I saw a tiny, rainbow slinky move past me. It was small enough to fit in the palm of my hand. If I’d known it was WritersCube, I might have put it in my pocket, walked away, and prevented what came later. As the slinky continued toward the edge of the parking lot, the guys in front of the toy store noticed it.

“That’s him! Get him!” They ran toward the slinky, and it rolled onto its side. The slope of the parking lot carried it effortlessly past several empty parking spaces. The few people who were still in the parking lot this late didn’t really notice the slinky’s odd behavior or the two men chasing after it. They paid even less attention to me once I summoned a blanket to hide in. You’d think I would go for an invisibility cloak, but apparently not. I rolled around the parking lot in the blanket and eventually crossed paths with the slinky. At this point, I understood who it was, but I didn’t really get who his pursuers were.

“That must be one of his friends!” the minion said to his boss. “Let’s get ‘em both!” In order to keep them from going after me, WritersCube changed his course. He headed toward the toy store. Sure enough, the two men followed him and decided to leave me alone. I took off the blanket and stood up.

The dream jumped. I was in a narrow aisle inside the toy store. I shrunk myself and hid on one of the shelves with some other toys while I waited for signs of the people chasing WritersCube. A duck toy with a pogo stick instead of legs came hopping down the aisle, looking left and right on the shelves for suspicious details. I waited until the duck was close and then grabbed it with several purple tentacles. The tentacles ripped the duck’s body in two, separating its plastic head from the rest of its body. The pogo stick turned into a screwdriver, and as I walked toward the other side of the toy store to scatter the duck’s pieces, I unscrewed anything that had been screwed together, including the part that was supposed to hold the pogo stick’s spring. I put his head in a drum with some monkeys, his body in three separate containers, the screwdriver that was actually his pogo stick in a trash can… And then I stepped on what was left. I figured I had taken care of the minion for the time being.

I shrunk myself again and continued walking through the store, taking caution at every turn to avoid detection. When I spotted WritersCube and his enemy, a rag was being forced down WritersCube’s throat. I’ll refer to said enemy as “Nemesis” from now on. Anyway, the rag was being shoved through his intestines, so it would eventually fill his entire digestive system. I got the impression that the taste of it was horrible, but I don’t know what it was covered in. It was worse when he started pulling the rag back out – forcing WritersCube to taste his innards. I confronted Nemesis and punched him with enough force that he let go of the rag. He seemed to be wearing some kind of black and purple armor; the strength of my blow hadn’t really affected him. I gave WritersCube a small crystal that would dissolve in his mouth and erase the rag. He used it and gave me a raspy thanks. His voice returned immediately, though; it was just a correctable side-effect of the rag tearing apart the lining of his throat. Nemesis seemed to have disappeared. I asked if he wanted some water, and he said that would be great. While I went to get him water, however, Nemesis returned.

I watched chains surround WritersCube and bind his limbs. He just watched Nemesis patiently while the man explained that WritersCube’s teacher and most of his students were now dead. Nemesis continued by promising to kill WritersCube’s “most extreme” pupil next. WritersCube insisted that student was past the point where anyone could kill him. I had a feeling they were talking about me. WritersCube smiled then, and a wave of green, aurora-like light emanated from his body, breaking the chains and scattering them around in all directions. He raised his arm, and a cloak covered his body. Six monkeys appeared around WritersCube, each of them armed with a golden, metal plate. Nemesis tried to cast some kind of spell, and a green ball of energy flew towards WritersCube. The monkeys jumped up to intercept it. They acted like a trampoline, stopping the ball of energy and attempting to fling it back at Nemesis. For some reason, this didn’t work – the monkeys weren’t strong enough to repel it, and two of them exploded. The remaining four dropped to the ground and broke into petrified pieces.

I dropped in at that point and directed Apheri at Nemesis. I finally remembered who he was (at least, his dream backstory). We worked together in a mine at one point. He had been one of the best miners there – the one who taught me more than anyone else. When he quit his job, we all assumed he was moving on to better things. I explained all of this and demanded to know why he had chosen this kind of life. He said his old life was going nowhere; at least he would accomplish something by killing dreamers. Finally, things started to click into place. All those weird powers… WritersCube… Hey, I’m…

I lost the dream.

Saving the Vongola of Ten Years Ago

In this dream, I played Shoichi (Reborn). I was travelling back in time with the rest of the Vongola guardians to prevent a raid from destroying the Vongola headquarters in Italy. I was shown a brief scene of the aftermath of the raid if we didn’t interfere. In the vision, Tsuna was killed by the invading army. I couldn’t allow that to happen.

We materialized in the past just in time for the army to swarm us. I wasn’t able to do much except sneak around looking for weapons. I found a pretty nifty machine gun just lying around in a gazebo, so I decided to help out with that. We advanced deep into the enemy’s forces without any further resistance. When we were getting close to their commander, one of the soldiers spotted me. Lal Mirch – played by Nicole – got angry at me for this and struck my temple. We fled for our lives and were nearly captured, but Hibari – played by Austin (why is he always Hibari?), saved us. It wasn’t even future Hibari… We were saved by the Hibari from the past. He said it was time to finish them off and ran off toward the commander.

The director stopped us there. She said she had expected a ninety second short, not a feature film. We had been filming for thirty minutes already, and she was running out of blank film. We decided to call it a day and pick up where we left off tomorrow. Everyone said they liked how I played Shoichi, even though he was a pansy.

Last Mermaid (Shared Dream)

In this dream, I lived in a society controlled by a dictator. He had taken over the world and killed all of the mermaids – well, so we thought. I was some kind of sorcerer’s apprentice, I guess. I walked into my teacher’s room one day and saw him looking after a container full of water. It was cylindrical in shape. There was some kind of power system in the square base at the bottom that was filtering the water and keeping it warm. The container had a golden base with a spiral pillar at each of its four corners. At the top of the container was a lid made of the same purity of gold. It seemed like this could be opened if necessary. There were red eyes on the pillars. As I walked in, the eyes stared me. My teacher spoke to me without looking at me. He put a finger on one of the eyes and explained to me that as long as the eyes were active, a barrier would prevent the dictator from finding out what he was keeping. I looked into the container and saw a tiny mermaid with red hair – well, obviously, it was supposed to be Ariel. She was only a few inches tall, though.

My teacher told me we were going to take her to a safer place, so he had me carry the container as I followed him out of his room. I was worried people would see the mermaid I was carrying. The mechanism in the eyes seemed to keep people from seeing her, though. We walked down a hallway with big, white pillars to our left. There was a larger area beyond those, but I felt like going there would endanger our lives. I followed the wizard into another room, and we transferred the mermaid into a larger tank. This one was big enough for her to take her full size, so once we poured her into it, she did. It had eyes set up on the edges just like the smaller container. My teacher told me to watch her until he returned, and if anyone came in, I would need to stand in front of the tank to keep them from seeing her. I sat and watched the mermaid floating in her tank for a few minutes. A girl I knew came into the room. She didn’t know I was learning from a wizard, and she certainly didn’t know we were illegally protecting the last mermaid. I tried to distract her from the big tank on the side of the room, but she was really interested in it…

Note: some aspects of this dream were clearly shared with Nicole. I’ll provide a link to her version of the dream when she posts it. There may have been more to the story before the dream – and Nicole’s dream seems to suggest that there was – but I don’t remember it.

Slain by a Demon (Shared)

Nicole, Andrea, Eric, and I were at some kind of hotel, possibly for a convention. There were escalators everywhere… Some of them even circled around on their way up. The floors of the hotel were separated by about a hundred feet of space each. I took a series of escalators and ended up on the second floor. I heard a woman talking about how rich the people on this floor were; she had been taken by surprise and lost all of her money. I wandered around a bit and ended up on another escalator. This one took me to the “secret” third floor where all the billionaires did business. Whereas the first floor was relatively plain and the second floor was covered in red and gold colors, this floor was dark. The carpet was black, the walls were black, and the biggest attraction was a bar on the right side of the floor. Andrea was waiting outside the bar with her belongings. When I walked over to her, she said Eric was spending all of his money on wine. I figured he had been tricked by the secret billionaires. There was nothing we could do. Andrea started crying, so I sat down with her and tried to cheer her up. At one point, she tried to kiss me – I have no idea what that was about. I avoided her, and she played dumb about it after that.

A group of four or five guys saw Andrea on her laptop while we were waiting for Nicole and started laughing at her. One of them was going to steal her laptop, so I stood up and broke his jaw with a swift uppercut. The rest of them took the hint and dragged their unconscious friend away from us. Nicole found us before long. She said she wanted to leave early because Alex was in the hospital. It didn’t seem like anything serious, though. She was just worried. Andrea was reluctant about leaving Eric at first, but she finally decided it was for the best.

Nicole and Andrea left in one car. I left on my motorcycle – you know, the one I don’t have. It was black and orange. As I wound through curve after curve, the road became slippery, and I lost control over my motorcycle. I was weaving through traffic to avoid wrecking it. For some odd reason, traffic cones were lined up all across the street up ahead. I didn’t have time to stop, but I couldn’t go through safely, either. I went between two cones and hit another motorcycle head on. I saw police everywhere, so I was pretty sure they were going to pull me over, but I kept going for about a quarter mile in hopes that they would leave me alone. I noticed that the motorcycle I hit was magnetically attached to mine… It made it really hard to steer. I tried to turn right onto another street, but I was losing momentum fast because of the motorcycle dragging across the road. I stopped my motorcycle and got off to wait for the approaching police officers. There were two women on another motorcycle coming toward me. They were each wearing completely white clothing, including white hats with black visors. I started fishing through my pocket, wondering if I even had my insurance card… Until they came closer, I was sure they were cops. The motorcycle stopped, and the girls walked up to me to apologize.

Apologize? But I hit them! Well, I went with it… They said they were sorry for crashing into me, and if I needed anything to make up for it, they would see to it. One of them looked just like Rayn. Some of their friends came and lined up, so there were five of them standing in a row in front of me. Each of them wanted a hug for some reason, starting with the Rayn look-a-like. I was intrigued by how similar she looked to Rayn, so I tried to make it clear that I wanted to talk to her, but I don’t think she got the hint. They walked away, leaving me with my motorcycle. Amazingly, it wasn’t damaged at all.

I finally made it to Alex’s house. Apparently, Eric had beaten me there… I wondered how, since Andrea made it seem like he was drunk. Instead of walking in the front door, I walked straight into Alex’s room. Nicole was crying in Andrea’s arms. She came over to me and announced that Alex was dead. She didn’t explain the cause of death. I remember thinking how horrible it was that Alex died right after painting her room… I tried to comfort Nicole, but in the process, I started crying fake tears. Nicole got mad at me even though I had no control over it. Alex’s dad opened the door to the bedroom and warned us that the thing that killed Alex might still be in her room. He kept muttering about “those damn wasps.” We didn’t pay his warning much mind. At least, we didn’t worry about it until a wasp demon flew out of the corner, grabbed Eric, and took him into its nest. The next time we saw Eric, he explained that he had been raped by the wasp demon. It flew back out a few minutes later in search of its next victim. It pointed at me, indicating that it wanted me. I pointed at Eric, suggesting that it should have him a second time. Andrea yelled at me. I pointed at one of Andrea’s friends, who waved her arms in a panic. They all pointed at me. I pointed at Andrea. Eric yelled at me. Before I knew it, the wasp demon was flying away with me in its pincer-like grip.

The dream jumped. Peter and I were outside a little house made of mud. The wasp demon was inside with its arms on the windowsill. It explained that human technology was way behind theirs, and we could take advantage of all kinds of interesting tricks with circuit design. The wasp demon said that if I connected ten capacitors in parallel – each with the same capacitance – I would observe a voltage amplification of 150. It also said that the current would be “150.” Since it didn’t specify units, I tried to ask it about their system of measurement, but the demon ignored me. It was having a conversation with Peter.

Note: parts of this dream may have been shared. I’ll provide a link to Nicole’s version of the dream when it’s available. Hers took place from the time she arrived at Alex’s house onward.

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September 12, 2010

Sleeping is Waking is Sleeping

I was dreaming that Nicole was dreaming that she could fall asleep in our world and wake up simultaneously in another. I tried to do the same thing, but I just fell asleep. Nicole succeeded in entering another world. She took the form of a blond guy in an old temple. He had been asleep for thousands of years. There was someone floating above the ground in the room, but we couldn’t see him very well. He was wearing a white robe.

Alligators, Hibird, and Beer... Why?

I was visiting my parents, but the date was April 21, 2011. There was a big slide set up inside their house. It was sponsored by an alligator rescue organization. The guy manning the slide told me the organization had set up a playground merry-go-round, too. He said I should leave my feedback after trying the slide and the merry-go-round if I wanted to help the alligators. He told me my alligator colors were purple, green, and blue. Nicole went down the slide first. When she made it to the end of the slide, Austin went after her. I was tired of waiting, so I slid down immediately after him. The guy was worried I was going to kick Austin, but I slid off to the side to avoid him. Fortunately, the slide kind of sucked, so I didn’t go all the way through anyway. After we got off the slide, I went over to the merry-go-round. It didn’t spin very well. I picked up a feedback card, and a digital menu came up with an image of a purple alligator, a green one, and a blue one. They all had names. Text below the image told me to “Press OK to kill them.” Since cancelling wouldn’t prove I had tried the merry-go-round, I hit the OK button. The image sizzled away. I continued over to a bin full of blank index cards. I wasn’t sure what they wanted me to write on the cards, so I just went on my way. I called Nicole and told her about the merry-go-round. She was horrified that I had killed my baby alligators.

My mom and Chelsea were sitting outside in front of the door. Instead of asking about whatever he wanted to ask, a curly-haired boy walked past them and rang the doorbell. I got off of the couch to answer it, but he figured out what to do. I was annoyed that he had made Scamper bark; it was hard enough to hear Nicole because my phone was making crackling noises. When he left, my mom went next door to visit the neighbors. Chelsea just disappeared. Omi came up to the door soon after that, and I had a hard time convincing Nicole to let me call her back in a few minutes. I continued talking to her after I walked outside; Nicole just wouldn’t let me off the phone… When we finally hung up, I explained to Omi that my dad was buying lizard tails at a store, and my mom was just next door. As I finished explaining, my mom started walking back toward the house. I pointed her out to my Omi.

I was glad they were preoccupied with each other; it gave me the opportunity to sneak back inside and call Nicole back. When I did, she didn’t pick up. I waited on the couch in the living room for a bit. I heard an obnoxious, deep voice singing outside. When I went out there to check… I saw Hibari walking down the sidewalk with an enormous version of Hibird on his shoulder. I guess this was supposed to be Austin again. Why do I always see him as Hibari? I kept thinking about how ugly Hibird was…

When my dad came home, he gave me a ton of beer. I tried it for some reason – I don’t drink in waking life – and couldn’t taste it. I didn’t want all of it to go to waste, and I could only fit some of it in the refrigerator (for my roommate to drink). Over the course of the dream, I drank about a gallon of the stuff, and I was impressed that I didn’t feel drunk. I had to combine the beer in two containers so I could fit one in the refrigerator.

The Night I Became John Lennon

I was in the car with my mom. She was driving me to a hotel and dropping me off. I understood that I needed to find a ride to two places in the morning, and since my mom would be busy, I couldn’t depend on her. We passed the places I needed to visit in the morning on our way there. I’m pretty sure one of them changed its name later in the dream… After she let me out of the car and drove off, I went up to my hotel room.

The dream jumped. I was friends with a professional impersonator. His normal look was kind of crazy: a wild, massive afro, cow-print clothing, and huge sunglasses that made him look like an extraterrestrial. Anyway, this man possessed the power to turn me into anyone I wanted to be. It was beyond impersonation, to be fair – his power allowed me to become John Lennon. I waited in the hotel lobby by all the elevators with my guitar. I asked people as they came out of the elevators if they would give me a ride to New York. What I forgot to mention was that I wanted to go to the New York Center (which was like three miles away) as opposed to the city called New York (which was hours and hours away). The people who seemed like they believed I was John Lennon were thrown off by this detail and refused to give me a ride. Everyone else was convinced I was just another John Lennon impersonator. To prove it to one guy, I decided I would play him a Beatles song. I knew my muscles would remember the motions. It was just a matter of remembering the lyrics. The music came out perfectly. The guy started nodding and crossed his arms. When the time came for me to sing, I frowned. I didn’t remember the lyrics. Oops. To make things worse, I got a weird feeling that John Lennon just used a fake voice in public… I didn’t want to try singing and use his real voice. The guy listening shook his head and left.

I played One Day (the latest One Piece opening) instead. Now there was a song I could play properly! I made a couple of mistakes with the music, but it came out great. Everyone left the hotel, so I was out of options. I asked the professional impersonator guy for a ride to the New York Center. When he found out I only needed to go that far, he was glad to help me. I couldn’t remember why I wanted to go there, though, so I decided we should just go immediately instead of waiting for morning. I remembered I had been drinking (that was in another dream, genius), so I had a bottle of water before we left. I went outside and got in a convertible with the impersonator. The car was full of wigs… I couldn’t even see the door from inside the car until I shuffled them around. I rolled up the windows so the wigs wouldn’t fly out while we drove. I asked him how his power worked and if he had ever become John Lennon. He agreed with me that the voice Lennon used in public couldn’t be his real voice; it just didn’t come out naturally. The car became a Honda Civic as we pulled out of the parking lot.

The impersonator was swerving on the road quite a bit. When I asked him about it, he said he had gotten stoned while I was looking for a ride. Perfect, I thought… I reluctantly told him I would drive on the way back. I just hoped I wasn’t pumped full of alcohol. He almost slammed into the back of a car that was parked sideways in the road, but he managed to swerve out of the way in time. He honked at the car as he flew by. There was a cop right next to us, but amazingly, he didn’t pull us over! I told my ride to keep an eye out on the left for the center. I expected we would get there soon. We passed a building that looked familiar, so I had him stop the car on the side of the road. I got out and walked over to the sign. It was too dark to read it from the road. I think it said “St. Peter’s Hospital” or something like that. I was almost positive it was really the New York Center, but I trusted the sign. I got back in the car, and we drove onward.

I found a pink slip of paper in my pocket. It was a form to change my roommate and/or my school ID number. I remembered I was supposed to visit my school’s housing office, too, but I decided I didn’t really need to go there.

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September 13, 2010

Effigy of Emptiness

I was in a small lab with a bunch of consoles, circuit analysis tools, and a tiny, metal table at its center. I sat at the table with my colleagues, all of whom wore white lab coats. I had a perfect view of our prototype, the Symphony unit. She stood in the corner with her arms at her sides. Her expression was blank. She was devoid of life – empty. By inference, we were engineers employed by Atlas Corporation. I talked with my companions about how Symphony was no more than a statue. I stared into her empty, blue eyes. That’s what it was: emptiness. A wave of sorrow passed over me, and I felt empty, too.

This was probably inspired by Jadusable’s “haunted Majora’s Mask” story.

Meeting an Alien (Lucid)

After Nicole’s alarm woke me up in the morning, I told my dream self to go sit in the corner. Silly, I know, but when I fell asleep soon after that, I was sitting in the corner. I could see myself in bed. I knew I had to be dreaming. In fact, I was probably dreaming before I even decided I would go to the corner. I went through the bedroom door and ended up in a room full of children. There were five rows of chairs on each side of the door, leaving an open space in the middle. There was also a projector straight ahead of me. I was already losing lucidity fast for some reason… Anyway, one kid stood up from his chair and looked right at me.

Lucidity lost.

I ended up in bed with Nicole – a false awakening, but since I didn’t do a reality check or anything, I had no idea. The bed was of higher quality than Nicole’s, and the sheets were black and white. We both got out of bed. I told her I had to go find a room I saw in my dream. The dream jumped. We were outside a room full of kids, mostly boys. Thick, glass windows separated us from them. I think they were bullet proof. Nicole told me to go in and sit on someone’s lap – but not any girls! I waved off her comment with a laugh and went into the room. A plump man standing directly in front of me was staring at a simulated, digital render of Earth from outer space. This was on a wide screen that took up the whole wall. He looked away from it as I came in, nodded, and allowed me to speak to the children. I knew they were aliens. I scanned their faces slowly, wondering… Which one was it? They were all staring at me.

I couldn’t remember the face of the kid who stood up in my dream. I picked one almost at random and put my hand on his shoulder. He had short, black hair and a shy personality. I told him I wanted to talk to him. The most frustrating part of this whole dream was trying to communicate with the extraterrestrials… They weren’t used to communicating verbally since they were all connected to some kind of telepathic network, so I had to repeat myself multiple times. The same goes for them. The kid next to him seemed more interested once I explained that I had a dream about him. I thought that maybe I was wrong, and it was the other kid. For this reason, I gave him my attention – and wow, was he a detour! He started telling me lucid dreaming was “a load of crap.” I could hardly get in a sentence before he interrupted me with his ignorant babbling. He tried to tell me that even if lucid dreaming existed, it was useless. I realized my hand was still on the first kid’s shoulder and let go.

The blond-haired skeptic kid announced to all of his alien friends that lucid dreams weren’t real, shared dreams weren’t real, and human beings weren’t real. I raised my eyebrows at that last one and stared at him in awe. What a liar… Or else a deluded maniac. I didn’t stop him when he got up. The commander escorted him out of the room. He was being transported to another room. The same thing happened with the others, one by one. I told the black-haired kid to stay because I still needed to have a chat with him. He wouldn’t look at me initially, but as I explained the misunderstanding, he became a bit less distant. I said I was sure he had been the one in my dream. When he asked how I could tell it was a shared dream, I started explaining the layout of the dream room as I recorded it earlier. I changed one detail, though; I told him there was a chair instead of a projector at the end of the room. The boy said something about the chair, but I didn’t understand. I had him repeat it. When I still didn’t understand what he was saying, I shrugged and said “I guess.” I thought he was talking about the commander sitting in the chair all day. The boy went straight back to his first question. He seemed really interested at this point.

“But how do you know it was a shared dream?” he asked. I have to admit that my dream self misunderstood the concept of shared dreaming. I was talking about seeing someone in a dream I’ve never met in a place I’ve never been… More like an OBE than a shared dream, really. Anyway, I explained that to him, and he seemed content. We were the only ones left in the room. The alien asked where I lived. I couldn’t remember which floor my dorm room was in – and even that assumed I was in the same building. The kid said I probably had to come all the way down from one of the top floors. I went with that since it was easier than thinking about it. As soon as I settled for his explanation, though, I realized I lived on the second floor of my dorm building. But where did that put me now? The first floor? My building doesn’t have a basement, I thought to myself. If I’d kept going, I probably would’ve realized this room couldn’t exist in that building due to space limitations. I may have even become lucid again. Nicole entering and locking the door behind her distracted me, though.

She said she had bought us some time to talk. I didn’t see why that was necessary… Soon after, the commander tried to open the door, realized it was locked, and knocked on the glass. I tried to ignore him. This was Nicole’s idea, I told myself, so they wouldn’t punish me for it. A few soldiers lined up on the wall, and then I saw Alex Chhang with an old camera. He pointed it at Nicole to take a picture for her criminal bio. He took one of the kid, too. When he pointed it at me, I looked at him and shrugged elaborately. I wanted to communicate that I didn’t even know what was going on. He took the picture and decided it wouldn’t do, so he tried again. I forced a frown and shrugged again. This repeated perhaps ten times. I was secretly enjoying giving him a hard time. Every few pictures he took, the camera “evolve” into something a little more modern. It was a normal camera by the time he gave up. I hope I find those photographs in another dream, heh.

Anyway, it wasn’t long before the commander had the door opened remotely, and all the extra time only gave us the chance to warn the kid that our people were going to kill him. All of the extraterrestrials were required to wear a headset attached to their eardrums as a control measure. One of the soldiers outside sent a jolt of electricity through the headset, and the kid fell to the ground. I realized I was wearing a similar headset – although mine wasn’t surgically attached to my body – and threw it on the floor before they could zap me. Soldiers rushed in, surrounding us. Alex Chhang made one last (futile) attempt to get a normal photo of me before I was handcuffed and led out of the room.

"Ch" Girl

I don’t know why I forgot to post this… I guess because it was such a tiny fragment of a dream.

When I woke up in the middle of the night last night, I recalled a dream in which I interacted with a girl whose name began with “Ch.” I was going to write it down, but I fell asleep while I was going over it in my head, and I forgot the dream by morning.

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September 14, 2010

Lion King Fight (Aftermath)

While the dream suggested I had witnessed Simba and Scar fighting at the end of the Lion King, its actual content was just Simba walking off into the jungle with Timon and Pumbaa. The color yellow was emphasized, so Simba’s coat stood out more than anything else.

Burning the Dead

I was on 4chan for a bit, mostly messing around with people. I joked that someone should set fire to a plane full of orphans. The idea was that they would enjoy the fire show up until the moment of death, so they would die happy. I also clicked on a link someone posted and realized after opening it that it was loli hentai. I received a text message notifying me that I had been charged with over four hundred counts of criminal offenses. It was sufficiently vague to mean anything illegal I’ve done in my entire life.

Symphony and the Scarecrow

I was in a field, wearing a white lab coat. Symphony stood in front of me, but between us was a straw scarecrow wearing autumn colored clothes. I understood that I was taking her to the outside world to gather system data on plants, animals, and other things. Scarecrows weren’t really intended… But as she spoke to the scarecrow, I found it hard to object.

Nap at the Dentist's Office

I was on a Pace bus headed west. I saw a family getting off at a dental office, and I decided I was going to get off there, too. I followed them in. Someone made a comment about Nicole’s filling taking too long… I walked into the lobby and almost immediately made a right into one of the patient rooms. A brown-haired woman in a hospital gown lay in the patient’s chair beneath a thin, white blanket. She was one of the nurses there. I asked for permission to come through, indicating a chair with wheels I was trying to bring in that direction. The nurse gave me the okay and smiled, so I wheeled it through. I had some difficulty squeezing it in between her seat and the dentist’s chair, so I had to pick the chair up and carry it into the next room. This was a much larger room, so I didn’t have any trouble with obstacles, but the chair’s wheels started locking up. One of the other nurses walked by and laughed. She suggested that I should’ve just gone to my room and used the chairs there. I ignored her. As I continued along, I came to a huge room near the back of the building. I had expected it to be clear, but there were white pillars all over the place where there should’ve just been open space. I looked to the right of the pillars and found a stack of blankets from the last time Nicole and I had spent the night at this office (try never). In the context of the dream, that was a few months ago. I was impressed that they had kept our stuff there so long. I sent Nicole a message about it, checked the alarm on my phone, and got comfortable on the floor in our blankets. I drifted off to sleep.

Carlo Venuré

I was watching an episode of Reborn. It was filler, though.

The dream began with Reborn and Kyoko searching for a secret Vongola training room in the city. They came to a suspicious hole in the wall in an alley, and Reborn decided he was going to try shooting a bullet inside the hole. He dropped to the ground and fired a bullet straight into the hole… Except he missed. I could tell by the subtle narrowing of his eyes that he was humiliated to have missed such an easy shot. Even I was amazed he had missed, but he and I figured out the trick simultaneously. There was some kind of magnet in the hole that was strong enough to repel his bullets as they came toward it. He walked up to the wall, fired a test shot straight up, and nodded as it zoomed off at an angle. Next, he transformed Leon into a sphere and tried passing him in directly. This was repelled, too. To call it a magnet at this point would’ve been a mistake, but it didn’t matter either way. Reborn just kicked the wall over.

With the door gone, the room beyond came into view. Ryohei was helping a younger version of himself lift weights. The younger Ryohei was about eight years old, but he already had huge muscles for his age. The camera jumped to Tsuna and Kyoko, who stood next to a random rectangular pool of water that hadn’t been there before. Tsuna said something about how crazy his family was. Kyoko’s commentary was just bizarre.

“I’d love you to have a carlo venuré!” she said to the camera. I remember thinking this was a really stupid filler episode, especially when I checked the time and realized it was almost over… Hardly anything happened! The music suddenly changed to something more ominous as Tsuna walked toward the street alone. I saw Dino and Romario crossing the street from the other side in an attempt to intercept Tsuna. They were very poorly animated; their heads moved in different paths than their bodies. Anyway, a girl on a motorcycle nearby sped through traffic, weaving her way toward Tsuna. I had a glimpse of the motorcycle approaching Tsuna from behind as the episode came to an end. For some reason, I thought this was the start of the Shimon arc. I went back and rewatched the start to hear the cool music again. I told Nicole the future arc was over.

1:08 AM/PM, Sometime in the Future (Lucid)

I woke up in bed at my dorm, went over my dreams in my head, and then immediately checked the time. I wanted to see how much more time I had until my alarm would go off… Basically, I was gauging whether or not I had time to write the dreams down and then go back to sleep. To my amazement, my phone said it was 1:08. I didn’t see whether it was in the morning or afternoon at first. I assumed it was 1:08 PM because I had woken up at 7:20 and gone back to sleep by 7:50. There was no way I had slept an extra five hours on top of sleeping seven hours the previous night… At this point, I knew I was dreaming, but I needed a little more evidence to motivate myself to leave the room. I looked outside and saw that it was still dark. I checked my phone. 1:08 AM… Yeah, no way. It even changed to 1:08 PM as I watched it. I crawled toward the window and tried to push my head through. Instead, I got a cheek full of the cold glass. I decided I would stick to easier stuff to start off with and work my way up. After all, it had been a while since my last “full” lucid dream.

I sat up in bed and looked across the room at my roommate’s bed. It was empty. There was this weird, purple distortion in the air halfway across the room, though. It was like seeing the room through cross-eyed vision superimposed over normal vision. Basically, things were jumbled… I rubbed my hands together and managed to reduce this. I floated from my bed to the door. On the way, I realized I was in pajamas. So? Who cares? I opened the door and dropped onto the ground just outside the doorway. I wondered if I should’ve just gone straight to the Monolith Gardens… I figured I would focus on strengthening my dream control for the time being, though. There was someone else in the hall. He chuckled when I came out in my Mario pajamas. I smiled, too. I noticed the door closing behind me and remembered I had left my ID in my room. How was I going to get back in? Oh, wait, dream. I closed the door myself to dispel my concerns. If I was really so delusional that I thought I was dreaming when I wasn’t, I would just call my roommate later and have him bring me my ID.

I made a left toward the lobby. Instead of a door, there was a cement wall with a small opening near the floor. It seemed like I was being blocked in the hallway. I began to float again, lowered myself to the appropriate height, and slid straight through without a problem. On the other side, I floated straight to the doors leading outside. When I went out into the open air, I was immediately impressed by the architecture. Everything was so smooth and futuristic-looking… Even my dorm building’s windows were clean and glossy silver-white. I saw a building I didn’t recognize right across the street (where there’s a field in waking life). It was built in the same style. I began floating upward, taking the opportunity to look around. I waved to a man in a brown suit walking below me. I was surprised he hadn’t already started staring. He ignored me.

I floated past my dorm building, feeling the smooth surface as I passed under a walkway connecting the two sides of the building. I tumbled forward, did a handspring off of my hands, and rebounded back into the air. The scenery had already started to change. Where the long building straight ahead had been, I now found a replica of the Washington monument and a big, white arch. It looked like the planet was about to fire a crossbow at the sun. I lowered myself to the ground and rubbed my hands together to try to restabilize the dreamscape, but I woke up. It was after several seconds staring at the backs of my eyelids that I was certain I was no longer asleep. I set my intention to retain awareness upon entry into another dream and went back to sleep.

Fake Dream Journal Dream: Briefly Lucid (Lucid)

I found myself recording dreams in my journal. The notebook was on a chair by my bed, and I was writing in it sideways while still lying in bed. This awkward position was the normal part of the dream. As I looked at what I was writing, I saw I already had five dreams written down (and numbered). That was definitely too many dreams – upon waking, I confirmed that I had only written down three at that point – and anyway, I was on high alert with respect to dreaming. I realized I had fallen back asleep. I tried to morph the dreamscape into the area I had been in before, but the dream was still fairly unstable, and I lost it.

*

September 15, 2010

Essays for School

I was sitting on the couch at my Oma and Opa’s house. In the chair adjacent to the couch, Nicole looked at a bunch of decorated ceramic plates. They were shaped like people and objects. I understood that these corresponded to essay topics. She had to pick one, write an essay, and send it in with her college applications. I saw a couple of familiar ones and picked them up as she set them down on the coffee table. One was a plate modeled after Jesus. I told her I wrote my essay from the most positive, fundamentalist Christian perspective I could imagine and got an A for it. Nicole didn’t seem up for pretending to be Christian to get into a good school.

Blue Aliens on the Dark Side of the Moon

I was in the car with Nicole. She was driving her mom’s convertible, but we referred to it as a spaceship. We were driving on highway 290 in Texas toward Houston. I would say we were about thirty miles from the city. As she drove, we discussed aliens. Apparently, I was a blue alien from the dark side of the moon. I was shown an image of the moon as it orbited Earth. There were a few floating red and blue saucers between the moon and our planet, but I noticed one blue saucer hovering just beyond the moon’s dark face. I knew this belonged to a reject tribe of blue aliens. I had the vague feeling we were flying in the spaceship toward the dark side of the moon, and Nicole would just drop me off there and leave. The thought of that made me uncomfortable. What if I couldn’t find anyone? What if I starved? Somehow, we started talking about Holocaust survivors; I mentioned that after being rescued, some of the survivors ate too much food and destroyed their digestive systems because their stomachs had been shrunken. I suggested that this was a similar scenario. Even if I was surrounded by food, I would starve because I couldn’t tell which things I could digest. I guess that means my dream moon had edible rocks or something. Anyway, Nicole made a left turn onto “Grilled Cheese Lane.” We were supposed to be stopping at WritersCube’s house, but since there weren’t any houses on this street, we decided we must’ve gotten the wrong address. It was just a dead end. Nicole made a right back onto the highway, turned right into a neighborhood a quarter mile down the road, and immediately decided this wasn’t the right place either. She turned around and drove west down the highway – further away from Houston (or the moon, if you interpret it that way).

Traveling with Austin

I was on a Pace bus. Because the bus was crowded, I was standing up in the back. I overheard a group of old ladies discussing spam. I added that it was like fake meat in a can. When asked if I had ever tried it, I said yes – but that was a lie. They asked what flavor mine was. I said it tasted like peaches. Apparently, I was riding on the “Peach Route,” so they thought that was funny. This old woman gave me a muffin, but we called it spam. When I ate it, I commented on the blueberries inside. She said I should try spam again sometime. Austin and I got off together at a stop. We were switching to another bus route to go all the way to Galveston beach. Because my dad could no longer feed four people, he had asked me to take Austin to meet with Omi and Opi in Texas. From there, Austin would go back to Colorado with them. We still had a few more hours to get to Galveston, and I knew we were around an hour away. Instead of waiting at the bus stop for the next bus, we went into a building across the street. I suppose it was a hotel. We waited in our room for a bit, watching buses pull up and drive off… I realized as I watched them that even when I saw it, we wouldn’t be able to get to the stop in time to catch it. I saw a bus that looked like the one we were waiting for and almost panicked. Fortunately, it was the “Peach” route we took before, so we weren’t missing anything. I spotted a bathroom across the street and told Austin I’d be right back. We decided it would be fine if we missed a bus since we were going to be a couple of hours early, anyway.

The dream jumped. I approached the filthy bathroom slowly. It was covered in feces and vomit, and a thin coating of urine covered the floor. There weren’t any walls in the front, so people in the hotel could just watch me… I wasn’t sure how I would take care of my business like this. I almost went for it, but then I saw a man looking out his window on the second floor of the hotel. He had a pair of binoculars. The light in the room was on, but I couldn’t see his face. He replaced the binoculars with an Abraham Lincoln mask when I walked out of the bathroom staring at him. I gave him a weird hand signal. He took it as a compliment to his Abraham Lincoln mask and nodded at me. Somehow, we started telepathically communicating about how the whole world could see me naked. I didn’t believe him. For that matter, I didn’t care. I went back into the bathroom and relieved myself. When I came back, Austin and the bus were waiting. Austin was nervous about taking a bus all the way to Texas. As we got on, I explained the plan in detail. We would go to downtown Galveston and find our way on foot to the beach. We would wait there for an hour or two until Omi and Opi arrived.

Fake Dream Journal Dream: Short Movie

I lay in bed after awakening from a dream (well, so I thought) and went over the content of said dream. I had been filming a short movie with Nicole. I’m pretty sure there was more to it than that, but I don’t remember the details anymore. I sat up and wrote this down in my dream journal. While i was writing, I checked the clock. It was 9:00.

Hanging Out with WritersCube

I was in a car with Nicole and WritersCube. I was looking through some CDs, so WritersCube peeked at them too. According to dream knowledge, I had received these free in the mail. I had one boxed set of Bleach music and another of assorted stuff. For some reason, the Bleach music included random CDs like “Sounds of Animals.” I don’t know what barking dogs and chirping birds have to do with Bleach music. There were color codes on the side of the box to help me keep the music organized. I remember Nicole being annoyed that I had Bleach music…

The dream jumped. We were in a bedroom. Nicole was sprawled out on the bed. She was wearing a shirt that was way too big for her and an apron beneath that. I think the apron was tucked into her pants; it hugged her body no matter what position she was in. Her outfit was purely white. I kept worrying she would accidentally show her body. WritersCube was building a pillow fort against the wall. We set up a sitting table outside his fort and sat in a circle to talk about dreams. At one point, Nicole tried to sit in WritersCube’s lap as a joke, but I wouldn’t let her. Nicole told him that she felt like her imagination was changing as a result of trying to lucid dream. He said it was like that for him, too. He had to leave to deliver something… Nicole and I left the room. On our way out, we passed Rayleigh (One Piece), but he collapsed with a quiet groan. I figured it was because of my haki. Nicole didn’t agree; she said that haki hadn’t been introduced yet in the anime (it has been), so that couldn’t be the explanation.

The dream jumped. We were in front of a big fountain… I wormed my way in between people to get a better view. They were lined up around the circumference of the fountain. Many people were recording stuff on cameras. I ended up standing next to Austin along the edge of the fountain. We talked until Matt gently pushed me out of the way. He said he was trying to get a better shot with his camera. I thought Rob’s Katie was standing on the edge to my left, but when she pulled me up onto the ledge with her, she turned into my dad. He put his arm on my shoulder and asked me what I thought of the fountain. I was a little creeped out. His body was skinny enough to be Katie’s, but his face was normal… I tried to ignore him by focusing on what was going on in the water. A bunch of people were running around and splashing each other. I saw Matt and his Katie in the water. His friend Eric and Eric’s girlfriend were there, too. I had a strange feeling that Matt was recording himself from outside the fountain… I didn’t recognize most of the people in the water.

I watched Matt and Eric throw the girls toward us. They fell into the water with a tiny splash. I think Eric’s girlfriend hit her head on the side (that’s solid rock!), but she was alright. She just rubbed her head for a few seconds after she came up. I hopped down. Austin asked if I was going to swim in the fountain. I told him I wasn’t; I had seen how soaked Matt and Eric were, and I didn’t want to get my clothes wet. Besides, Nicole was wearing white. I wouldn’t dare to let her in the water. I didn’t mention that part, though. When I walked over to Nicole, I saw that her clothing had changed. I could see right through the white shirt she was wearing.

We went back to the bedroom. I went in ahead of Nicole to turn on the light, but the switch didn’t work. There were like nine switches on the panel, so I tried all of them. Nothing seemed to work. I went back to the door, and Nicole was gone. I was worried I had been disconnected from her. I tried the switches again. If I believed it would work, the light would come on. It’s funny… I wasn’t lucid, but I treated this like a dream. Anyway, the light still didn’t turn on. I went from that room to an identical one down the hall. The light was on in there, and Nicole lay in bed. She gave me a look like “Where were you?” when I walked in. I was just glad to have reconnected to her.

She turned toward me as I approached. Her legs were crossed. She was wearing a skirt, so that’s to be expected. When she asked if I noticed her legs had been crossed the whole time up until then, I remember thinking about how attractive she was. In an instant, she was in a blue and white maid outfit (quite like Sakuya’s). That was less appealing. I received a message from WritersCube saying he would be back soon. I asked what he thought of Nicole.

“What do I think of Nicole? Well… It’s… comforting,” he said. “You two aren’t all over each other when I’m around, unlike the people I just went to see.” I told Nicole about this, and then my alarm woke me up.

*

September 16, 2010

Overrun by Mice

The dream began with Bart Simpson wandering around the outside of his house. He climbed up onto the roof, sat in the middle, and watched from there for signs of his approaching customers. When a couple walked toward his house, he climbed back down. He discussed selling his Xbox 360 to them. While they agreed to buy it, they accused Bart of being a pirate. He took offense to this; his console was legitimate. They went to a local mosque after buying the console and gave the Simpsons’ address to a religious intervention group. When Bart caught wind of this, he ran inside the house to warn his parents. He gradually started to transform into me. Similarly, his house transformed into my parents’ old house in Texas.

I explained to my parents that if they left for their trip, the Church of Islam would adopt me. Without anyone living in the house, it would inevitably be overrun by mice. My mom wasn’t impressed by my conclusion. That night, mice flooded the house. To make things worse, they urinated on everything. The dream jumped to me cleaning urine off a dry-erase board with a soapy eraser in the game room. The dream jumped again; I was sitting in a chair next to my mom. Across a table was a representative from the intervention group. She said that the “urine” was actually just a chemical naturally produced by human skin. She said you could find traces of it in saliva, too. My mom decided there was no point cleaning it all up, then… I didn’t believe this explanation. It looked and smelled like urine. All of our stuff was going to smell like mouse waste.

We heard a scream coming from my parents’ bedroom. The mice were attacking my dad, holding him down, and attempting to force a large diamond into his right eye socket. I ran in and snatched the diamond from them just before they could pierce his eye. The mice scattered. My dad thanked me. I left the house with the diamond in hand.

Silver Lyra and Reckless Nicole

I was holding Lyra in wolf form. She was really small… I got the idea of recoloring her fur with a pencil to make it silver, so I did. I remember commenting that she looked more like Nicole. Lyra looked up at me and disappeared.

I realized I was in the backseat of Nicole’s mom’s convertible. Nicole was backing into a parking space in a parking garage. She kept backing up even after it was obvious she was in the space. I had to warn her to stop before she hit the wall behind her. She didn’t think hitting it was a big deal.

The Firefighter and the Crane Game

There was some kind of live show for Ghost Adventures (that ghost hunting show on the Travel channel) at a carnival. Their leader, Zak, found out his special guest was a hermit who hadn’t contacted society since 1975. He talked to the other team members in his car about how bad this was going to be for his popularity ratings. He accused them of trying to make him look bad. On top of everything else, they only had five more minutes before the show would begin, and if the special guest – referred to as “The Firefighter” by Aaron and Nick – failed to show up, they would have to give refunds to everyone. I saw them walk out onto the stage from somewhere high in the bleachers set up in front of it. Everyone cheered. As Zak took the microphone and started to explain the special guest, a fire truck drove in and ran up onto the stage. They cheered again, but much louder this time.

The dream jumped. I was wandering around the carnival by myself. I found some candy machines and decided that having a gum ball would be worth a quarter, so I checked my pockets for change. Nothing. I wandered off for a bit, but then I remembered I had grapes! I returned to the machine with my bowl of grapes and wondered how I was supposed to put my grape in the machine. Then I remembered fruit didn’t work as a payment method… Shrugging, I went over to a crane game. Since I still didn’t have any change, I decided to be the crane. I reached through a circular hole in the machine and grabbed a big, cardboard box full of stuffed animals and things. I dumped them out in the middle of the machine’s interior, leaving a big empty space on the right side. I sifted through the prizes in search of something interesting. I found a bunch of plastic balls of various colors. I also found Darth Vader as a Power Ranger. Austin came over to the machine after a few minutes and asked what I was doing. Everything down to my ankles was inside the machine. The only reason my feet weren’t in was because my shoes wouldn’t fit – of course, my shoulders wouldn’t have either, but that’s okay.

My feet slipped out of my shoes, and I fell into the machine. As I sat up on top of the prizes, I felt as though I was cheating… I was going to climb out, but a little girl with long, black hair approached the machine. She looked at me and asked if I was good at the crane game. I told her I was. She asked if I could win her a prize. Since I was already inside the machine, I figured I would do it. I asked which one she wanted. She pointed to a purple dinosaur near my hand. I grabbed it and handed it to her through the hole in the machine. The girl hugged her dinosaur and ran away with a smile on her face. I called after her, reminding her to pay me back for it later. When she came over to the machine and asked what I said, I changed my mind; it was ridiculous of me to charge a little girl for something I had technically stolen. I responded in a weird, deep voice.

“Nah… It’s on the house!” Of course, then she gave me a weird look, and I had to explain that meant it was free.

Imitation Shared Dream

I read a post on Dreamviews about a dream similar to one of mine. I posted the last part of my dream – the part that was similar – and left the rest of the details, including the conclusion that it was a shared dream, for the thread starter to figure out.