Thread: Oneironaut's Matrix

07/09/2006

Something about fighting someone in a courtyard that might have actually been a baseball field. I was fighting with two of those iron construction rods that are like an inch thick, one in each hand. I remember there was one point where he/it was trying to run away from me, and we both started flying, while I was trying to catch up with him.

But I went to sleep drunk...sooo the recall's not that great.

07-21-2006
Driving around Daytona with a long leather trench coat and a katana pushed down through the back of it, like Blade.Went to some sort of party in a rec room and they were having this talent competition where two people would stand up in the middle of the crowd and do whatever it was they were doing. FIrst it was a rap battle, then some big guy brought out his little girl and started dancing with her. He threw a sheet over her, did some misdirection and seemed to flatten her with his fist, but then proved that she wasn't under the blanket he'd thrown over her head, but a dog was, the little girl then appeared on the other side of the crowd, "magically." There were a few dancers that got up and did their thing. Some were good, others weren't. I was thinking about dancing for my turn, and was halfway up off of my ass when I woke up.

07/22/2006

Ok, so this one started on some kind of trip or something. There were a LOT of my friends with me, some of which I didn't know. Outside of this group of friends, but still on the same trip, were a couple of hardcore thugs. We were all sleeping in these big military tents or something, like the GP-mediums we took out to Key West back in ROTC that fit 20 people. Late one night, my group of friends go into the tent with these "thugs" and were playing your typical late-night pranks on the people who were sleeping, like we always used to do when I was younger. I'm pretty sure these other guys had weapons or something. As we were messing with them, one of them (the one nearest to me) began to wake up.
Everybody that was in my group hit the floor and began to act like we were sleeping, like we were a part of their group. It would be hard to tell the difference because it was so dark in the tent. He knew something was going on, though, and started reaching around in the dark. He grabbed a hold of my shoe and was immediately like "What the fuck? Who the fuck is this?" I could feel him groping around on my shoe trying to figure out who it was. Then, knowing our cover was about to be blown, everyone that was in my group got up and ran out of the tent, creating enough chaotic movement in the dark that no one outside of our group would be able to tell who we were.
Later (It was still night time, but everyone was up and about) a few people in my group were driving around in the city. We see a speeding car come around the corner. It slowed down as it passed us and I could see that it was a couple of the thugs from the other tent; one of which looked A LOT like 50 Cent. They were driving around looking for the pranksters that were in their tent.
Before I knew it, we were all in the same car together. It was a limo. There were about 3 of my friends in the back with me, along with the two thugs that were driving around earlier. They started grilling us about who was in their tent. When we wouldn't speak up, one of them (older guy, looked kinda like my uncle Craig) pulled out a razor blade.
He was reaching across me to get in one of my friend's faces and I reached one arm out, grabbing his wrist, the fingers of my other hand grabbed the flat sides of the razor and twisted it from his hand. Before he could do anything about it, I had the razor held up to his throat, my eyes darting over to his friend to make sure he didn't pull anything out as well, threatening, silently, to cut the older guy's throat, if he did.
Then I took the drink out of the older guy's other hand and started talking to him about how quickly the tables could turn, with the kind of lifestyle they were living. At first he was being really ignorant, looking away from me and mumbling something about how he was going to "get me back, for this." I kept telling him that I wasn't trying to threaten his "manhood" or anything, simply making a point. I was like "I'm trying to help you, brotha. You think you have to keep up this thuggish image and break down anyone who does something you don't like, but life isn't about bullshit vendettas" or something like that. He was still avoiding my eyes, taking that disconnected tone that people often take when they are so instinctually pissed off about something that logic just doesn't seem to get through to them. Finally I pressed the razor in toward him a bit more and was like "GODDAMNIT LOOK AT ME when I'm talking to you!"
I kept talking, and he finally started listening. I told him that it was all of us in their tent and that we were only playing stupid little kids' games, but it was nothing to start a fuckin war over. I started getting really philosophical with him and could tell that I was getting through to him. I even actually gave him back his razor, when I felt I'd made my point. I had also been drinking out of his glass (rum and coke, I think it was) and was about to give it back to him. A bit humbled, he told me to keep it, and pointed out that there was more in the limo console, if any of us wanted some.
Can't remember much after this, but I thought it was a pretty cool scenario because I was able to difuse (sp) the situation with a bit of logic and positivity.

07/25/2006
"Lucid Sparring"

Had a pretty interesting LD last night, but it was early-on during the night, so most of it is gone.
Not sure what led up to this point, but I was walking through the aisles of a grocery store when I suddenly realized I was dreaming. I don’t really think there was a cue or anything, I just knew it.
At first, I continued walking, repeating to myself “I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming” in my mind to keep myself aware of that fact. I was looking around at the different things on the shelves, leaning in close to them to check out all the detail.
I then remembered that I wanted to get some practice with making myself more comfortable in the lucid state, just to see if I could hold it longer if I wasn’t running around doing a lot of action. I sat down on the tile floor, Indian-style and began to relax as if I were meditating. I closed my eyes for only a second, but figured that might be a bad idea, so I opened them again, just kinda sitting there with my head bowed, focusing on solidifying my lucidity.
It seemed to work, to a point, everything became much more vivid and realistic. Whatever haze was there, when I’d first gained lucidity, was now completely gone, and there was absolutely no distinction between the waking world, and the dream.
As I was sitting there, taking a moment to stare at my hands which didn’t seem distorted, except that the contours of my fingertips were much more magnified and detailed, some guy came walking up to me and got my attention.
I can’t remember what we were talking about, but I think he asked what I was doing or something like that. As I was talking to him, I kept repeating in the back of my head “I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming. This is all a dream. I’m dreaming, etc.” Sooner or later, the guy asked me if I wanted to spar or something. Can’t remember exactly how it began, but I got back up on my feet and we started sparring.
I was pulling off some pretty dope moves while fighting this guy, one of which was; I jumped toward him with a straight-on flying kick at his face, which he blocked with his forearm, I then bounced off of his arm, hovering in the air slightly like Cloud does in Advent Children while blocking with his sword, for about 2 seconds. Then, spinning my body around immediately after my kick was deflected, still in mid-air, I snuck in a rotating kick to the side of his head with the back of my opposite foot, flipping him sideways through one of the shelves beside us before I landed on my feet again.
So, the fight went on for a little while, without losing one tiny bit of the realism, but THEN, I’d noticed that my auto-suggestion: “This is a dream, this is a dream” had morphed into “Man I hope I don’t wake up. I have to keep from waking up.” As soon as I fell into this frame of mind, while squaring off with the guy again to go another round, I woke up.

I find that very interesting, though. The next time I’m lucid, I’m going to continue with my “I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming” repetition so that I can engrave it into my conscious mind. Hopefully it will stay with me throughout the dream, like it did this time. I’m going to try to make sure that Waking Up doesn’t even creep into my head, though, because it seems to kill the dream every time I think of it.

I also had another one or two dreams, one of which my Dad was in. I think we started off the dream on bad terms, but by the end, we were driving around town smoking bud together. Can’t remember the content though.

07/27/2006
“Fallen Prey”

Wow….
My earliest memory of this dream was being at this lakeside campsite at night. There was about 8-10 of my friends and family with me, and I do remember that my 5 year old daughter, Cierra, was a teenager in this dream. I know that there was a whole lot of back-story to this dream, but my memory kicks in after all of the strange shit started happening, of course.
Apparently there was this really weird guy staying in a trailer that was really close to our campsite. I take it the camp was in a state park or something. Anyway, over time we could tell that something just wasn’t right about this guy. I’m not sure what led to it but, sooner or later, I was inside this guy’s trailer while he was out doing something. I think I was just snooping around to find out more about him or something, because he was giving all of us the creeps.
It was dark as hell inside the trailer, but I eventually stumbled onto his secret: He was a serial killer and hidden away in a number of pantries and closets in his trailer were the corpses of other campers.
I looked out through the translucent curtains and could see the man’s silhouette. He was on his way back. I don’t know how, but I made it out of the trailer. But I guess he knew I was there because he was eventually stalking us all. There was one point where we were trying to escape on this really shitty piece of broken-up raft that was in the lake. There were about eight of us trying to fit on this one raft that was falling apart beneath us. What’s worse is that the murky lake water was alligator infested. So much so that we were having to actually step over them while we waded out into thigh-deep water, trying frantically to make the broken raft work to our advantage.
A few of the gators began snapping at us, some of them taking large chunks out of the raft. As we were fighting them off, one of the people in my group (dunno who it was) was suddenly shot in the heart from out of nowhere.
More shots streamed in. The killer was sniping at us from near his trailer, and we couldn’t see him at all because it was night time, and the trailer was about 50 yards back in the woods. As our attention went more to the bullets than the gators, another friend of mine fell victim to one of the gators and was dragged under water.
This raft idea was not working. Even if we did keep the damn thing afloat, we’d be sitting ducks, on the water.
We pulled it back ashore and I told everyone to sit tight. I sprinted back toward the campsites, zig-zagging as I could see the sniper-fire sinking into the dirt around me, following me as I went to grab the car, which had a handgun inside. I vaguely remember having a fire-fight with this guy while picking up the rest of my group by the lake.
Woke up shortly after this.

Was up for about 15 mins and fell back asleep into a continuation of the same dream.

Trying not to make this a novel, (too late) so the gist of this second part is that we’d all gotten back home and were shacked up in my old neighborhood in Texas. It wasn’t long, though, before we realized the house was haunted. (I swear I can never get a break :l) It started off first as a few strange occurrences, but then full-bodied apparitions began appearing. I was the only one that noticed, but these ghosts were familiar. They were the victims of the camp-killer that I’d stumbled upon the bodies of when I raided his trailer.
Not taking the time to stick around we all hauled ass out of the house. More and more ghosts were appearing. There were about 6 of us in all now, and we ran to the car. Cierra, still a teenager in the dream, jumped into the driver’s seat. I jumped in passenger and everyone else in back. She was a HORRIBLE driver (which is hilarious because whenever she’s playing my Need 4 Speed game, IRL, she’s always crashing and referring to herself as the “worst driver in the world.” Haha.) Anyway, we eventually get far enough away from the house to come to a stop sign and for me to say “Alright. Chinese Fire Drill. Get out, Cierra, I’m driving!”
As we switched places, I could see these people coming slowly down the street. There were too many to count. The ghosts were still following us.
I drove off and we went some place downtown, trying to stay somewhere in public.
There was this bar/pool hall/rec center place that we took up shelter in, but something seemed really strange about this place from the get-go.
I was recognizing a lot of the people in this bar. One guy, in particular, was following me around through the crowd. I vaguely noticed there was a glowing, 2-digit number etched into his forehead. (Ever see the movie The Frighteners with Michael J. Fox?) He was a victim of the serial killer, and much of the crowd was the ghosts that we’d been running away from.
I was about to gather up everyone to get out, but realized that there was suddenly no way out. No way to leave. The doors had disappeared and everyone inside was trapped inside.
Then it all began to make sense.
The puzzle was beginning to piece itself together.
These “ghosts” weren’t threatening to us, they never were. They were trying to communicate with us, to tell us what I’ve been beginning to figure out on my own.
I stopped at the bar and looked at the bartender. He looked back at me, as if he knew what I was thinking, by the look on my face. Not quite sure of the words I was looking for, I simply asked him. “I’m…..we’re……supposed to be here…aren’t we? I mean…we’re not supposed to leave….are we?”
He shook his head with a sense of pity. “No….you’re not.”
My hunch was right.
None of us had even made it out of the damn campsite. We were all dead – either killed by the psycho or eaten by gators. I have no idea which. Everything we’d experienced since I’d fallen back asleep (the haunted house, driving, this club) was a representation of Purgatory. We were able to see the ghosts because we were on their plane, and their fascination with us was simply that we were the newcomers.
Feeling about sick to my stomach, I sulked around the place, pondering over how I was going to tell the rest of my friends and family.

To try to wrap this damn entry up;
I let everyone in on what happened and, over time, we came to accept this Purgatory, each finding our own little niche. I found this room where a bunch of guys were sparring on this huge elevated mat, and I started taking on a few guys. One guy pulled out a pair of those foam-rubber practice nunchaku and started tearing opponents up with them. I think it was a point system or something because it was all light-contact. Some other guy then threw me two pairs of them and I jumped in, whirling them around like a professional and completely dominating just about everyone else that stepped up on the mat.
There was also a huge gym somewhere else in the building where I was playing volleyball. I sucked Really Bad at that, though, and some girl that looked a Lot like Ame kept giving me shit everything I cost our team a point. Haha.

That’s about all I remember, though. But damn, what a dream.

07/28/2006

Dad was giving me shit about what College I was going to go to. Every one that I named that I had in mind didn't seem to be good enough and there was only one that was going to satisfy him. It was way the hell out in Kissimmee, which is about 2 counties away from where I live. We drove out there one morning (in the dream) and he was rambling on for the entire trip. Once we got out in Kissimmee we went to some guys house that I didn't know and bought a bag of bud...uhm...that's about all I remember.

07/30/2006

Something about being on a shooting range and firing some guy's sniper rifle. It was the first time I'd fired it, and my dad was there, so he was being all cocky and knocking me for having some trouble aiming, for my first few shots. He asked me why I wouldn't stand up straight and fire (like a "Man," I guess his point was) because I was leaning over the large crates in front of me, to steady the barrel.
I looked back at him with a smirk and said "Because this is a Sniper Rifle." And I turned back and took aim again.
And since it's obvious to anyone that you don't stand up straight and hold a sniper rifle like an assault rifle, everyone around us started laughing at how I'd just told him off. I could tell that it made him feel small as hell, which felt pretty good for me, under the circumstances.
Later, I was shooting both of my BB guns, one in each hand, at a few targets out of the range too.

There was another dream after this where, in one part, I remember just relaxing on the bed with some chick, though not sure who she was, and watching TV. Don't remember much of that one, though, because it was much earlier in the night.

07/31/2006


Dream One:
"Drunken Wanderer/Dance Contest"

In this first dream, I remember being REALLY drunk and riding around town on a bicycle. I was the most intoxicated I've ever been in a dream, and it was pretty damn strange. It was night time and I don't think I was really going anywhere, but I was having trouble simply staying up. At one time, I went over this set of train tracks while a train was coming. I pedaled faster to beat the train but then, for some reason, I couldn't get off of the track. The dream just kept skipping like a broken record and I would stay on the track, in the path of the train, until I started worrying about actually getting hit by it.
Later in the same dream, no longer feeling drunk, I'd come to this club where a bunch of people were having a dance contest. I entered in it and started doing some liquid, popping and locking better than I could even do in waking life, which was cool. I even threw in a few acrobatics, beginning my turn by running up to the elevated stage, placing my hands on the corner and doing a forward flip off of my hands, landing up on the stage on my feet. I finished my turn by dismounting with a backflip off of the stage and onto the floor, all to the beat of the music. Not sure if I won or not but I got a lot of props and made a lot of friends.

Dream Two:
"Aliens vs. Marines vs. Marines"

After that dream I was a marine from the Alien movies. There was this really elaborate plot where half of the marines were crooked and had some plan to seize control of something, and they were killing off many of my commrades. Only a few good guys left, the rest of us stowed away on a ship, myself squeezing into a locker somewhere, and followed the other marines to the Xenomorphs' planet. I can't remember what their plan was, but what really sticks out in my mind was that there was a final showdown, between both sides of the marines, in this Huge alien hive that was about the size of a covered football stadium. It was almost pitch black in this room except for a few blue and red sort of "organic" light sources that were a part of the walls, floor and ceiling. The terrain of this hive was black craters and rocks, oversized vines and a whole bunch of other shit that littered every inch of the room. At first it was just the marines fighting, which was pretty intense enough. The room was constantly flaring up with explosions, machine-gun fire, and the sounds of fellow marines trying to communicate with their allies while battling this group of rogues.
But, in the middle of our battle, we attracted the attention of the Aliens and they came streaming out of every duct and pore of the walls and ceiling above like cockroaches. There must have been hundreds of them. Our focus then turned to simply staying alive - a three-way free-for all between all sides.One of the most chaotic scenes I've ever experienced. Many of us marines had these mechanized grappling hooks that we could shoot out and allowed us to hang and swing from the walls and ceilings. They were so mobile that much of the fighting was either done swinging in mid-air, or while running sideways along the walls while hanging from the grappling chain. I remember one part where I was doing just that, hanging from the chain while running, horizontally, along the wall, charging head-on into a pack of aliens that were streaming along the same wall, on all fours, toward me. I kept firing my machine gun while running straight on toward them and then, at the last moment, I jumped off of the wall, still about 40 yards in the air, retracted the grappling hook and then fired it again into the ceiling, swinging away from the wall while unloading some more shots back at the aliens.
It was pretty fuckin wild. I also remember people getting killed by the aliens running up behind them and spearing them through the back and out their chests with their tails. The battle seemed to go on forever and the ground was becoming a swamp of human bodies and alien blood (though it wasn't acidic like in the movies.)
At one point, my cousin was in the dream, and I was wondering what the hell she was doing there, trying to protect her from the war. This, I think, got me to start questioning what was going on. I started to resolve that this couldn't really be happening. After this, when I looked at an alien, they started looking more like special effects than actual creatures. Was this a movie? What was going on? - I was thinking.
Sure enough, the scene around me vanished. I was no longer in the hive taking part in the battle. I was in a theatre with a massive screan, like an IMAX and was watching this battle on the screen with some of my friends and family in the audience. Lol.
So instead of inducing lucidity, my uncertainty of how real the situation was caused me to convince myself I was just watching a movie. Lol. Kinda sucks, but hey, that's funny as hell.

08/01/2006

Too many dreams to even keep track of last night, but I remember the highlights of about 3 of them.

Dream One:
“I Think Nana’s Lost It.”

One was this weird dream about Cierra, her mom’s grandma (who everyone calls Nana), and some girl I was with that wasn’t Cierra’s mom. Anyway, the four of us were sitting around in Cierra’s grandma’s house and she was really sick or something. She was also a bit crazy. I’m relaxing on this chair next to her grandma’s bed and Cierra, her grandma and the girl that wasn’t Cierra’s real mom, but seemed to have taken her place as her grandma’s daughter, were lying on the bed, just spending some quality time.
So anyway, Nana started rambling on about something about not wanting their little moment to end. She was going on and on about it, and I’d figured she was just a little depressed. She then seemed to come across this idea that caused her to get up out of bed and go make three cups of tea or something.
She came back, got back in the bed and gave the cups to Cierra and the girl I was with, and kept one for herself and was like “Now drink up you two,” as she was settling in. As she took her own drink, Cierra and ‘my girl,’ were just about to drink theirs. Then, under her breath, Nana said something like “ah, to think. We’ll be able to spend the rest of our lives together in this bed.” She was smiling happily. Too happily.
This caught my attention and obviously the attention of the chick I was with. She straightened up real quick and took Cierra’s cup out of her hand, putting her own down before she drank it also. Nana was obviously stunned. She started screaming “No! You’re supposed to drink it! You have to! Nooo! Drink It! You Must!!!”
I stood up out of the chair and the “girl” scooped up Cierra, pulling her off of the bed as they backed up toward me.
Nana had obviously put poison in all three cups. She’d wanted the moment to last forever, and it would have, but it was ruined. She began to convulse on the bed, grabbing the sheets and choking between screams. The three of us held each other, as it as actually pretty horrible to watch. But, even worse, her choking began to turn into fits of laughter, still gasping and gagging, her eyes bulging in their sockets. The laughter then turned demonic, growing louder and louder, still choking. The three of us were all becoming more and more freaked out, Nana’s body started to twist and contort with her spasms, her chest heaving upward toward the ceiling as if she was possessed and the devil himself was about to tear out of her ribcage. It was then that I told myself “Whoooaaahh!! I Need to Wake the fuck Up!” And I did.
It was that strange, instinctual lucidity that doesn’t come on until I’m in sensory overload from something that is just too friggin creepy to deal with, and my brain wants out. I couldn’t have stayed in that dream, if I wanted to, because the very second I realized I was dreaming, I was ejected from it on instinct.

After a while I went back to bed.

Dream Two:
“Knockout Kings”

In the next dream, my best friend Todd was this new, up-and-coming boxer, and I was his manager/coach. Haha.
We were going around and he was fighting in all these back-alley boxing rings full of crowds of really rowdy people. I'd stand by on the side of the ring and coach him and all. He kept winning fights and was getting both a lot of props and a lot of hate for how good he was doing, so the crowds in these boxing rings were getting more and more rowdy with every new venue we went to, because Todd was always the underdog but was forever coming out on top.
What was even more dope was that, even though I was his boxing coach, I was a martial arts expert, as well, though no one wound know just by looking at me because I was always wearing a suit and shit. lol
So sooner or later, all the goons, thugs, wtfever started coming up to me taking about how 'my boy' wasn't shit, and how they could get in the ring and kick the shit out of him and blah blah. Sooo...I pretty much made a lot of enemies too. Lol.
People would start talking so much shit about us in the audience, and I'd be talking so much back, that we'd start rumbling in the stands. Lol. While Todd was boxing in the ring I was getting jumped by these goon squads of like 6 people, using lightning fast kung-fu and taking on all of them at once, throwing people into tables and ducking and dodging bottles and all kinds of shit. Basically kicking a whole lotta ass. Hahaha. It was great.

Dream Three:
“Red Pains”

Another dream had something to do with being at a party in an apartment. In this party happened to be a few scientists, and were sitting around just talking about all of the weird shit we usually discuss here at Dream Views, but I don’t know if anyone from Dream Views was around.
Anyway, the subject soon came to the Red Rain phenomenon that I’ve been discussing lately and we started getting different perspectives on what everyone thought the microbes in the Red Rain could be. The strange thing was, after a while of discussing it, this little red specks started showing up on the carpet all over the apartment. We were trying to figure out what they were. Then, the moved and sort of grouped together. A bit freaked out by the suddenly organization, I stepped backward from them, but then they moved in my direction. I stepped back again and they continued to follow me. Then I started moving around in different directions, trying to put some distance between me and these creepy little red specks (that apparently represented the Red Rain microbes we were just talking about) but they started moving more quickly toward me, zig-zagging in all of the directions I was and staying trained on my position, moving closer and closer.
Don’t remember what happened after this though.

08/02/2006

Dream One:

A dream I was back in Atlanta and I was cooking a roast at my aunt Sis’s house. I had a gun that was broken that I was messing with in the living room, later on. I kept trying to cock the slide back on it, but it kept falling apart in my hand. All the kids were just running around playing like they normally do.

Dream Two:

Then there was a party at Nitrixx’s house. There were a lot of people there, and we were all Really fucked up. I was so fucked up, in the dream that I puked all over my shirt and pissed all over my jeans, simply because the world was spinning so damn much and I couldn’t find the bathroom. (which was fucking Embarassing ) Luckily no one saw my “accident” because I had wandered into the back room. I saw the bed and (as usually happens when I’m FUBAR and there is a bed in sight) I passed the hell out. I don’t remember passing out, in the dream, but it only makes sense.
Then had a false awakening. I was like “damn, that dream sucked,” as I’m looking around all groggily, trying to focus my eyes. It was then that I noticed I was still in my clothes. Not only that, but they were still soaked with piss and puke and I’m like “WHAT THE FUCK!”
I noticed that the room was different from mine, as it came into focus. It was still Nitrixx's room, and that was when I realized I was still dreaming. All of this happened really late in the night though (I know because I’d gotten up like twice before, during the night) and so I decided to wake myself up because I was worried about being late for work. (Well…that and the fact that I didn’t like the feeling of being covered in my own piss and vomit. >.> )

So I woke up.
It was only about 3:30. So I’m like “aight” and went back to sleep.

Fell back into the same dream, though the party was gone and I was wearing dry clothes. (Thank God.) I wasn’t lucid this time. Joe (Nitrixx) and I were just shooting the shit, really, and Todd was there. At on time, Todd and I left to go to the store, and we were skateboarding through the city (I don’t actually own a skateboard) Later, Joe replaced Todd and we were walking, instead. Out of nowhere, Joe’s like “Oh shit, I’m getting some of that” and walks into the grass toward an apartment complex beside us. Some guy was putting carts full of packaged food out in his lawn for people to just come by and pick up, for some odd, unknown reason, so we stocked up on shit and went back to Joe’s.
Joe had a huge dog, like a rottweiler, at his house (which is fucking hilarious because, in real life, he has a miniature pinscher that’s about 9inches tall. Rofl.) We pretty much spent the rest of the dream spinning and scratching records.

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08/03/2006

Dream One:

I was with my dad doing some sort of work in the backyard. Instead of our riding lawnmower, he has a bulldozer in the backyard. One of those crane-arm CATs that dig. Next thing I knew we were driving down some sort of alley in the Grand Prix, he was going Insanely fast through the narrow alley-ways because he was pissed at me for something. I started talking to him about his attitude toward me and he actually started listening, asking if he was “supposed” to treat me like his best friend or something. I said no, just with some sort of mutual respect, and he seemed to actually take it in.
We pulled up to a house which, I think, was a version of his friend Garnell’s house. We sat around smoking and BSing.

Dream Two:

Soon my dad and his friend were gone, and the atmosphere turned into a house with a bunch of younger guys and girls that were all my friends. (I don’t know them in waking life, they were all DC’s) But the dream was very elaborate and we were all REALLY close, as if we’d known each other for years.
It seems we owned some sort of punkish skate shop and one day, while running the shop, we had a bit of a spur of the moment party turning up a bunch of the amps and playing guitars and stuff. The girls were getting all riled up and started taking off their tops and/or dancing around with no jeans or panties.
One of the guys was really depressed about something. As he was playing the guitar, he gradually started slamming one of them around, making more and more noise. Breaking shit. The store was in the mall or some place public and we ended up losing our lease or something like that and had to close the store.
A little while after that, the whole crew began to move apart. There was about 20 of us walking through a parking lot, saying our goodbyes. It was a horrible feeling, as it felt so real as if I’d known this people for years and were all about to never see each other again.

Then I woke up and sat there in bed, kinda dwelling in the feeling of having lived that loss. It’s funny how DC’s we’ve never met in real life can feel like we’ve known them our whole lives in a dream that lasts but a few minutes.

Dream Three:

I went back to sleep and had a dream that I was going out with one of the girls from the previous dream. It was years after the whole crew grew apart and we ended up finding one of the younger guys living in an apartment building. Very short kid, couldn’t have been any more than about 15. He was cool as shit, though, acting like (for someone his size) he was the baddest, smoothest mofo on the planet. Haha. He was up on the balcony of the apt building and we were yelling up to him from the street, talking about getting everyone back together for a reunion. We got some phone numbers and went around trying to find people, but first the girl I was with said she wanted to just chill with me in the complex for a while, so we laid down on the grass, kissing, talking, and just staring up at the sky for a bit, before we went on to find other people.

Dream Four:

Last dream was that my family came over (my aunter, her kids) and it was Christmas. My mom bought me this like $1,000,000 camera with more parts than I could possibly imagine. It was pretty dope, but the details of this dream are gone.

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08/04/2006

Some dream about Todd being really upset about an ex-girlfriend. Not sure if it was one of his real ex-girlfriends or the girl he’s with now, after they’d fictitiously broken up in my dream, beforehand. Anyway, we were walking around one of those weird 3D puzzle things that are like a bunch of stairways and ladders that go in all directions. You can’t tell if you’re standing up straight or defying gravity by being upside down or sideways. There is no up or down. I’m sure everyone knows what I’m talking about. Anyway, I don’t remember too much of this dream, but he kept seeing his “ex” with another guy and kept trying to get to them and talk to her, but they would always end up on a level of this strange world/stairway/labyrinth thing, just out of his reach.

This here is by far the best journal on the forum.

Even your normal dreams are cool to read.

Keep up the awesome dreams, lol.

Originally Posted by Limitz

This here is by far the best journal on the forum.

Even your normal dreams are cool to read.

Keep up the awesome dreams, lol.
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Thanks, man. I'll do what I can.

Yours is off to a damn good start, too. Heh.

08/06/2006

All I remember of this one was standing in the middle of a road in a neighborhood that reminds me of my cousin's, in Atlanta. The neighborhood was right next to an airport, and I looked up in the air to see a plane headed my way. It had to pass, really low, over the top of my head to get to the airport and, as it approached, it did a slow, complete backflip, rotating once nose over tail as it passed over top of me. Completing the flip, looking a lot more like a thick, cartoonish plane than a real one, it sailed off into the near distance and landed on the runway which sat just outside of the neighborhood.
That's about all I recall though.

08/08/2006
"War is Hell"

Started in some frat house. I was one of the new guys or something. There was a lot of drinking and a lot of sex going on around the house.This went on for a little while and, later on, we’d all snuck out of the frat house or something like that. We found this tunnel that was out on the grounds that went down into the earth like a well.
A bunch of us went down into this “well” and started exploring. As we went down deeper and deeper, the tunnel then began to move and turned kinda organic, like the walls were alive. The top sealed up and then the bottom opened up into an orange glowing void, with a ladder heading down further into it.. Searing heat was coming up out of the hole and screams could be heard far below. All of us, guys and girls were freaking out. We could tell that the well/tunnel we were in, if seen from the outside outside, was swaying around fluidly like a giant tendril. The walls around us, themselves, were beginning to glow orange. Our only way out of this freakish tunnel was further down into the void below us. I got the feeling that this was a gateway to Hell.
Climbing down the ladder, we ended up on some sort of military field. We apparently represented the Allied forces. There were tents stockpiled with all the weapons you could think of.
Out of nowhere, Nazis were descending upon this field from the air, and a battle immediately broke out. I remember going up to all of these cases with assault rifles and grenades and whatnot, grabbing whatever I wanted, as often as I wanted, and just going to all-out war with these guys, breaking into a firefight which seemed to last forever.
If I'm not mistaken, the "dead" soldiers were coming back to life. That seemed to be the norm in this "Hell." Many of them were coming back as zombie soldiers, roaming the city streets after we'd gotten away from the firefight at the military grounds. The dream seemed to just go on and on, stretching into the aftermath of the initial fight and going on to where we were all spending some time in hiding, knowing that the "undead" were stll walking around the streets.
At one point, to boost morale, I remember snatching either a discman or mp3 player from a run-down electronics store and tearing one of the speakers off of a stereo system, splicing wires together so that the speaker played from the portable deck. I put the speaker and player into a backpack so that, as we traveled, we could actually be able to listen to some music. Haha.
Don't remember much after that.

There was also a dream where Cierra and I were walking through a neighborhood. I don't remember how it happened, but sooner or later I realized I was dreaming. I'd forgotten all about the lucid task though, which sucks. Instead, I took Cierra's hand and we went jumping around the neighborhood, and by "jumping" I mean those Hiiiiigh, nearly-flying jumps that are fun as hell to do while lucid. I tried to jump us onto the roof of a house that was about 50 yards away. We got about 50 feet in the air, aiming for the rooftop, but we fell short and crashed to the ground on our asses about 4 feet away from the house. Haha. I remember this happening in another lucid dream a while back, and think I had some doubt as to whether or not we were going to make it to the roof, so that caused us to fall short.
Don't remember much more after that, though, unfortunately.

08/09/2006

Some hotel party with a bunch of friends and family members. Not too many scenes stand out, to be recalled, but a few hazy ones do.
I remember sitting on the fire-escape of one of the hotel rooms drinking liquor from the bottle while most everyone was asleep, just kinda looking at the city below. I also remember a bunch of us drunk, walking around through the parking lot. We had baseball bats and tennis balls, I think, and were hitting the balls with the bats and letting them fly all over the place. Some kid’s tennis ball smashed through what I think was someone’s car window. When the owner came out and got all pissed, the kid lied and said I was the one who did it. We started arguing and then got into a fight. I think we were using the bats against each other or something, because I remember wooden bats splintering all over the place.
There was also I time when my cousin was trying to sleep and a bunch of us were just making all kinds of noise in the room. She woke up pissed and threw something at someone and immediately fell back asleep. Everything else is pretty much gone, though.

08/14/2006

Had some B6, Melatonin, and a pretty f’ckin tight Superman lucid last night. Unfortunately, I hadn’t gotten much sleep this weekend, and went back to sleep after the dream, instead of writing it down, so most of it’s gone.

Dream One:
"Superlucidman"

I was in some old town with a girl, and a few friends. There was a lot that had gone on before my first few memories of this dream, something that I think had to do with me using powers, subconsciously. Anyway, we were in this town that seemed to have a history of being constantly raided by “treasure hunters” and bandits. There was something (or a lot of something) hidden away within the mountains and desert which the town was built upon.
We’d made friends with a few of the townspeople, one of which was this really attractive, short-haired chick, (that looked a lot like THIS picture of Jessica Alba) and were being invited to this major event at this absolutely incredible theater, or casino, or something. I don’t remember what kind of building was, but I know it was like 20 floors high, with a large column cut down the center of the building, from roof to floor, so that you could be on any level and, from the inside balconies, see any other floor in the cylindrical building. The entire place was decorated in ivory, gold, and white paint. An enormous chandelier hung from the roof, stretching halfway down the length of the middle area, toward the floor, a few stories away from the ground.
We were walking up a staircase to get into this building, a staircase that scaled up the side of a canyon, into the mountains. It was very narrow, but people were very patiently filing up toward the door. I was waiting to get in the door, looking out over this grand view while slowly moving up a few steps, when I realized I was dreaming. Again, there was no real cue. I was just suddenly aware I was dreaming. (That has been happening a lot more often, lately, which is good. ) So I kept repeating to myself “I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming” as I continued on up the steps.
When I got to the top of the stairs, I let my friends go ahead of me and I leaned against the wall near the doorway, taking a moment to still myself and try to solidify the dream (which I noticed was a little hazy.) I started looking down at my hands which seemed pretty normal (as my hands usually do in dreams) except that the contours were very vivid and exaggerated, waving around just a little bit as if I were tripping. My focus on this brought the rest of the world, in my peripherals, completely clear. When I stopped looking at my hands, I felt grounded to the dream to such a degree that I didn’t have to continue to remind myself that I was dreaming. (which is something I’d been intending to do, so I’m glad it worked. Heh)
I caught up to my friends and we sat down at one of the tables on a high level of the building. A show started but I can’t remember what the hell it was about. I remember thinking to myself that I felt kind of like Clark Kent, because I knew I was dreaming, and had all of this “superhuman” potential, but I was keeping it low-key, because I was really enjoying the dream, as it was.
Then, after a while, (inevitably) something sudden happened, like an explosion. Thieves were flooding the entire building with water, from the bottom up, trying to terrorize the townsfolk into giving them information that would lead them to whatever was buried around here. It was utter chaos of course, people screaming, panicking, falling over balconies and through crumbling wooden decks, landing in the water that was rushing in, hundreds of feet below.
I think the floor under our table split apart or something, because, the next thing I remember was my date falling all the way down into the water that was rushing in.
I remember diving down through the debris after her, the many tiers of the building whizzing up passed my body, before landing in the water, which only came up to about my shoulders.
It was then that our identities seemed to change into actual Superman characters. When I started looking around, I felt as if I was actually looking for Lois, instead of whoever my previous date was. (even throughout this change, I never really forgot I was dreaming, longer than a couple of seconds at a time.)
When I found her, (can't remember if she looked like Lois or not) one of the thieves was pointing his gun at her back. When he fired, I dove in that direction with my arm out, catching the bullet in my palm just before splashing back into the water. For some strange reason, though, she was still hit. I think she died, actually. I remember coming up out of the water and seeing her dead and being like “WTF?! I CAUGHT IT!!” Before I could do anything about it, though the thieves did something to drain the water back through the underwater tunnels that snaked all through the mountains. I could feel myself getting sucked into a current. I tried to fly out, but couldn’t, getting pulled further under and toward a narrow hole.
Being in this water, and knowing it was a dream, the thought of underwater creatures crept into my mind (I just went swimming at Blue Springs over the weekend, and had a feeling that a “water dream” wasn’t going to be far away, since it’s been so long since I swam in that kind of environment.) Before I knew it, the water was littered with alligators. I ended up smacking into one that I couldn’t see, because the water was so dark, and it turned around and snapped at me, so we started fighting underwater while this current sucked us into the hole.
I lost lucidity for only a moment because the situation was getting so intense, and I almost started to freak out about not being able to breathe as this tunnel was completely filled with water, with no end in sight. Then I remembered again, “oh yeah, I’m dreaming.” I quit tangling with the alligator and began to head in the direction the current was taking me. I then sped up, sort of “flying underwater,” shooting through the tunnel like a torpedo, toward the light that I could begin to see up ahead. (to stay focused, I actually imagined what Superman would look like flying through such a tunnel, remembering the clip from the new movie that shows him flying really fast through a dark, narrow tunnel. My visualization was so strong that I actually saw a ghost image of him, in front of me, leading the way.)
I came out in the river that sat outside the town. And I was pretty pissed. It only took me seconds to fly back to the theater/casino place. The short-haired chick from the beginning was dressed like a warrior, now and was actually taking on some of the bad guys. From what I remember, she was pretty badass, too.
The thief DCs were actually calling me Superman when I showed back up. (though I never thought to look at myself and see if I actually looked like him.) I ripped through the group of thieves like nothing, taking them all out one by one, not having to dodge any of their bullets because...well...I was Superman.
Much later (this freakin dream stretched on forever. Must have been the melatonin.) after I’d lost lucidity again, there was some romance building up between me and this chick, but it was always awkward because she felt like she would have been disrespecting her new/lost friend, Lois, by getting with me. We were actually on the verge of having sex one night when she started having second thoughts because of this. It sucked but hey, I can respect that. So even though the chemistry stayed there throughout the rest of the dream, nothing really came of it.
There was one more attack on the town for their treasure and I was instantly lucid again. The fighter chick kept saying she wanted to help, but this time the bandits had high-tech weaponry; lasers, droids, all kinds of shit. So I convinced her to stay out of it.
The fight was in this wide-open, but underground, cavern. There were a bunch of machines that were drilling through the rock with lasers, trying to find out where this (whatever it was) was buried. There was this weapon that they threw out toward me that was curled up in a ball. I tried to use the heat-vision to melt whatever it was, but I couldn’t get the whole lasers-coming-out-of-the-eyes thing right. The ball unraveled itself and turned into this long, metal snake. I’m not sure what it’s purpose was but it was a nasty looking sum-bitch, so I didn’t want to find out. As it followed me around the cavern, I flew over to one of the lasers that was doing the digging, ripped it up out of the ground and swung it over in the direction of the snake, slicing it into sections with the laser.

There was even more after that, but I don’t remember

Dream Two:

I then had another lucid dream where some guys car-jacked me and put me in the backseat. When I’d realized I was dreaming I kept telling them that they couldn’t hurt me, because I was dreaming. At one point, they both pointed their guns back at me to shoot and I just calmly grabbed the barrels and took them out of their hands. I think they ended up jumping out of the car and running away. Haha.

We did didn't we? Woo! Go, O!

08/15/2006

Something about chillin at Joe's (DJ) house. Marcus was still alive and we were sitting around playing video games or something. There was some chick there who's pants they were both trying to get into, even though her boyfriend was there. He was a lil scrubby lookin dude though, so I don't think they were too concerned about him, anyway. Haha.
Uhm...don't remember any more than that.

08/16/2006

I had a roomate in the dream. Big guy. (Pretty sure it was Jerry from a long time ago.) Melissa A came over, she used to date Jerry irl and she was all close with both of us in the dream, as if her and Jerry were officially together, but her and I still had a little something going on.
I remember going to the store with her and people kept hitting on her. I always just kinda stood to the side, smiling while she kept trying to get these guys to leave her alone. It was funny to me because I wasn’t her man and I just kinda enjoyed watching her squirm. Haha. Uhm…did a lot of playing the guitar/keyboard at the house. At some point, some other guy came over and chilled for a while. Don’t know who it was though. There was a pool in the backyard and we all went swimming, then 3 more girls came over that were all bubbly and flirty. I think they were all Asian, but I’m not too sure. I know that at least one of them was, and that was the one that I was flirting with the whole time.
We said something about going over to our friend JJ’s house and Melissa said something about not wanting to hang out with JJ for some reason.
I know there was a lot more to the dream but that’s about all I remember.

08/17/2006

Had a dream about having to spank Cierra because she did something completely screwed up, though I can't remember what it was. (I haven't spanked her in years, btw.) But as I was spanking her, and no matter how hard I did, all she'd do was laugh. I spent the rest of the dream trying to think of different ways to discipline her.

In the next dream Jason Voorhees shows up in Kellen's old house (back in Houston). Kept trying to kill me. I ended up getting away and outside. While running away from him, I realized I was dreaming. I tried to fly away but couldn't get any higher than about 15 feet in the air and then I kept sinking. I even crashed down through the branches of a tree, once and hit the ground.
I got up and kept running. Unfortunately I started thinking about how Jason usually shows up around corners and stuff, in the movies, in front of his victim. Sure enough, as soon as I turned the first corner, he was there, arms folded, leaning back against the wall like he was John Travolta or something. He sees me and stands up, beginning to walk in my direction. I'm like "fuck flying" and I just go over there and face him. He stabs at me and I caught the blade in my hand, laughing. Then, I just took it from him and started mutilating him with his own butcher's knife. Haha.

Woke up shortly afterward.

08/18/2006

Popped a multi-vitamin and went to sleep listening to a progressive breaks set. I had a dream that I was on somebody's tile kitchen floor and was dancing. I could hear the music, in what seemed like real time, playing through my head. It was dark in the house and I think there was a bunch of people that were sleeping over. One of the people I recognized was Xeleron from the Reflective.net liquid popping forums. He was too tired to dance or something, so he just crashed on a pallet on the floor and went to sleep.
So I was breakin it down and I began to notice that I wasn't getting any traction when I was floorgliding. (AGAIN. This happens Way too often, in my dreams. I should have realized it.) Anyway, it was like I was trying to dance on ice, and my feet kept slipping over the tile. It got so bad that I put a blanket down over the tile and kept dancing. This kinda sucked too, though, because everytime I tried to glide, the blanket would give me too MUCH traction, and I wasn't able to move as smoothly as I wanted to.
Oh well, anyway, the tight shit is that I was able to hear the set I was listening to, throughout the whole dream.

08/23/2006

Ugh. Can't remember a damn thing. My recall's been horrible lately...
...I need more sleep.

08/24/2006

At Todd's House and he was asleep. Brian came over and we just stayed up drinking and BSing. Todd woke up later in the night and hung out too, but I can't remember the rest.
Later we were outside some club. DQ showed up and he was just sitting in his car, in the parking lot. We started cracking a bunch of arrogant jokes on each other and I end up asking him what he was doing. Apparently, he had a bunch of acid that he was taking out of town. To Miami, most likely. I asked to buy one hit and gave him a $5.
After he gives me the tab, the cops show up in the parking lot, for something completely unrelated. I think there was an ambulance and/or firetruck there, also. Anyway, as DQ is pulling away, passing the cops, he manages to drop his bag, filled with sheets of acid on the ground. I, myself was heading in that direction because I had to pass the cops to get the door of the club. I looked down and noticed the bag and I'm like "Oh Shit!"
Just as I was thinking about picking it up, one of the cops looks at me and says something like "Hey, you. Hold it right there!" He saw the bag and, of course, thought all of the acid was mine. He came over and took the bag, and I kept telling him that it wasn't mine and that I never touched it, so my prints wouldn't be there. All this time, I had my small bag with my one tab in my right hand and kept it palmed the whole time the cop was talking to me. I ended up proving that the larger bag wasn't mine, and they never ended up finding the small one I had on me. They let me go, and I don't remember too much after that.

08/25/2006

Hanging out with Stace at her house. I was really trying to get with her, but there was this tall redneckish guy that I think was her brother crowding our space. Apparently, he didn't like black people, so he'd sit around the whole time, eyeballing us. Whenever he got the chance, he'd come up to me and say a few threatening words. We were ignoring him for the most part, but then he kept hinting something about getting his gun if I didn't leave. We figured, then, that it was best that I leave. As I was walking outside, this guy comes outside after me with a gun in his hand. I'm like "...fuck." He starts waving the gun around and ends up pointing it at me. I start backing up and then he opens fire, shooting me in the stomach like twice. Ironically, they were only BB's. Still hurt like a muhfucker, though.

I was still walking away, because I didn't really feel like getting shot in the stomach with any more f'ckin BB's. Suddenly, on one of the nearby porches, these two old ladies start yelling at the guy with the BB gun for being such a dick, which I thought was pretty funny. When I looked back, he was on his way over to the porch to start some shit with the old ladies.
Then I woke up.

I sat in bed contemplating on whether or not my lazy ass wanted to get up and type up the dream, but after about 2 minutes, I decided against it, setting a few key words in my mind to remember, and I drifted back to sleep.

Before I knew it, I was in a continuation of the same dream. It was the next day, and I'd come back to Stace's house that night. This time, homeboy (her "brother") had his friend with him, who was just a little bit shorter. We all ignored each other for a while until Stace and I wound up in the back room, just mildly foolin around. Both guys suddenly just walked into the room, tall guy was holding a belt in his right fist.
Stace said "let's just leave." I said "Fuck no," and picked up the nearest thing to me, which was like a cheerleading batton or something. Haha.
The "brother's" friend picked up something too. We started going at it and, to their surprise, I had them completely outclassed. It was like a damn Jackie Chan movie, taking on both of these guys at once while picking up any random objects that were nearest to me and using them like I've had years of training with each style of weapon. I remember, once, whirling the batton with my wrist, in a figure-eight, and making the "brother" back up to the wall because there was nothing that he could do to get passed the twirling staff that was separating him and me. Every time his friend would try to blind-side me, I'd spin around and block his weapon with whatever I was holding in my left hand, at the time. Awesome fight. Even more surreal since we were fighting in a tiny, practically 14x14 ft room.
Anyway, after being completely embarassed in their attempt at a 2 vs 1, they learned to "tolerate" me. Last thing I remember is that we all went walking somewhere and passed a bar where some girls were outside having a wet t-shirt contest.

Cool dreams, sound very exciting

Originally Posted by NeAvO

Cool dreams, sound very exciting
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Thanks, man.

08/26/2006

Getting stalked by the aliens from the movie "Signs," which I saw, for the first time, yesterday. They were creeping up on us, through the house, as shadows, and only rarely showing their faces. There was a time when we were trying to get away from them in a truck, but they were using some sort of mental power to drain the energy out of the truck as we were trying to drive away.