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      I like your recall ! good luck with your dreams =3
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      Hey mate, how do I become a member so i can post on the forums?

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      from now on all your posts must start with Good news everyone!
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    "I'm saving myself for someone who doesn't think I'm just a dream."

    by JackALope2323 on 08-19-2010 at 01:08 PM
    I haven't posted any dream journals lately, mainly because the activity has gotten too repetitive and annoying for me to do. However, this dream requires me to tell... Somebody about it.

    I can't exactly recall how I got to this point. I remember it was sort of middle ages/Renaissance urban setting. I think I had committed some crime, and was being tasked to eliminate rats in at first a barn, but then my dream demorphed it to just around the city. It's at night, too.

    Somewhere along the line, I find a tall building, with an entrance near the top. A girl lets down a rope-ladder from the entrance. I start climbing, because I think this place will grant me a better position to eliminate rats from.

    However, when I get into the tower or whatever it is (I'm in an attic-like space. Tall ceiling. Rather large. The girl has a netting over a hole in the floor (That descends all the way to the bottom... Tough fall.) that I guess acts as her bed.) the beauty of the girl literally jars me into semi-lucidity. Holy shit I think this might be the girl I'd seen in my dreams from long ago. Sure the hair is different...

    Okay, background time.

    A few years ago, I had two dreams, maybe a week or a month apart, where I saw the same girl. All I remember is she had a knee-length white dress, and had long, flowing, beautiful brown hair. Also that she was the most radiant being I had ever met in my entire life.

    The first dream we were in a modern, dark urban setting. We were in an alleyway I think, and we were running from something.

    The second dream were on a Japanese-style levee, sitting on the grass next to the river. She stood up at one point, and had sandals in her hands.

    I never saw her face.

    This girl's hair wasn't brown, now either blonde or white or some combination thereof, but I'm not sure that means anything. Especially since I think her name may very well be "Change". I don't remember her name exactly, but I'm certain it starts with a C and is very short. For some reason, Change sticks in my mind even though part of me knows that can't be it.

    Anyways, back to the now dream.

    My memory is a bit foggy on exactly what happens, but I sit down and start complaining about things. About the dream I was just in (For some reason, the idea that I've entered a sort of "dream bubble" comes to mind here.), about the dreams I had been in during the night, and about my real life. She listens and talks about it with me. Somewhere along the line, she goes to the other side of a plastic wall that has appeared.

    After a while, I kiss the wall at a random spot. I then realize she has her lips touching somewhere on the other side of the wall. I go to kiss that spot, thinking it might be a first kiss, but as I kiss her through the plastic, I realize that I've done this many times before.

    Cut to us in some sort of bed, in the same attic, morning, but where the netting was before. We're cuddling together, she's on top of me. Clothes are on people, don't worry.

    I go to try to kiss her on the lips (Rather than through plastic. Think Pushing Daisies her, people.) but she refuses. I am then reminded as to why.

    I have only ever thought of her as a dream. She refuses to be with any man who thinks of her only as a dream.

    She is saving herself for someone who doesn't think she's just a dream.

    While we may both be in love with each other, which is why she kisses me through plastic, she refuses to go beyond physical cuddling with me, because I'm not willing to love her as more than a dream.

    Somewhere along the line, I think near the end of the dream, she tells me to stay a little longer. That I don't need to head back to the real world just yet. I think we've been laying there for a while. Hours, maybe. I'm not certain. My memory is unfortunately more foggy for this dream than I would have liked. For some reason, I tell her I can't. That I have to go. I'm not certain if I knew then that this was untrue. I could have stayed with her for as long as I liked. I simply needed to will myself to stay in the dream.

    But the dream surely enough fades out sometime after this.

    That girl is dear and precious to me, I now realize. I may only have three memories of her, but for some reason I feel like I've known her forever. I love Change, if that is her real name. I think I love her more than I've ever loved a "real" girl.

    But... It's not even that I don't care if she's a dream or not. It's that I still think of her as a dream. What do I have to do to finally have her love, then? Abandon this world? Truly accept dreams as another reality? Or maybe she's not a dream character at all, but an actual, independent entity that enters my dreams?

    *sigh*

    Well, I'll be looking for answers in my next dreams.

    P.S. I had many other dreams (About three or four or so) besides this one last night, but I'm only relating this one because it had the most profound impact on me.

    If anybody has any comments on it, please, tell me about them. I would love to see what people think about this dream.
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    Two Dreams

    by JackALope2323 on 07-30-2010 at 01:33 PM
    (Let it be known that filling out a daily dream journal entry is starting to become a chore for me.)

    First one is more of a fragment. I go to my school (Once again, my school is NEVER as it is in real life in my dreams. Hell, the dream schools don't even have consistency.) to check on something, or get something, or something. Anyways, I'm going back out to my car to go home, when I pass through my English classroom to leave. (For some reason, it's always my English class featured in dreams...) I notice that all the students and the teachers are there. I continue towards the exit, when I look at the clock. From what I remember, the clock said six, but that seemed like a perfectly normal time for the students to be in class. I "surprisingly" asked what time it was, then coughed audibly on purpose as I left the class, to make them think I was sick.

    As I was walking outside later, I realize class shouldn't even be in session right now. Instead of going lucid, however, I simply buffawed at all the over-achievers.

    (Something very memorable: The class had a very high roof.)

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    Second one is in the auditorium. We're having some Spanish-language presentation, for some reason. The lady is almost done with her first song (Or is it a man? I can't tell.) She moves on to the second song... Or story... Or whatever.

    I basically doze off, since I don't fucking speak Spanish, so it's pretty boring for me. I wake up at the end of the song, and find that all the Mexicans (Who, for some reason, were all sitting on the left half of the room) had turned white. Like, actual the color white. I thought there was a joke that I didn't get, and they all laughed so hard they turned white. But then I noticed they had all put on white clothes and painted their faces white.

    I noticed that a number of other people had put on yellow clothes and painted themselves yellow. It made sense to me that all the Spanish speaking people made themselves white due to some command from the presenter, and all the non-Spanish speakers had to dress in yellow. The dude (Mexican) sitting next to me pulled me up by a yellow string around my neck. I thought it was some sort of symbolic strangling, or the like.

    Anyways, that dies down after a while, even though I'm afraid I've offended people. I actually thought part of it was in English and I had simply missed out on parts while I was sleeping.

    However, one of my old friends from school, M, talks to another, A, and comments on how the entire thing was in Spanish and she couldn't understand a word.

    Another "A" friend is wearing a silk shirt which has down the middle button un-buttoned. Now, this A friend was always a little chubby, so it's kind of disturbing to see, especially considering he has chest hair in this dream. So I tell him to button it at least one more up. He does so, but, as he warned me, it looks even worse somehow.

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    I vaguely recall something about super-heros.
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    Angry General In Vietnam

    by JackALope2323 on 07-29-2010 at 12:46 PM
    Only one dream recalled from last night, unfortunately.

    It starts off with a view of Vietnam sort of like I would see in Hearts of Iron. Of course, it's a bit different, but it's a dream. I'm hearing over some sort of radio the President (somebody) announcing that "Communism is fine for Asia! Communism works for the Asians! Let the Communists have Asia!" The general that's commanding the troops in Vietnam responds very harshly, commenting that he'd coup the mother fucker if he withdraws from Vietnam.

    About half of the provinces in Vietnam are held by Communist troops. My forces, however, have surrounded several armies, and we consequently begin capturing several of them. The Chinese begin to pour fresh troops in, and the game turns into a more traditional RTS. I send up my elite flamer unit and begin to simply burn every single Chinese troop that tries to cross the border. He gets caught in a large wave eventually, though, and subsequently gets run over by a jeep. We still manage to hold on to the entirety of Vietnam, but no victory screen comes.
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    S'More Recall.

    by JackALope2323 on 07-28-2010 at 01:03 PM
    All of these dreams happened an amalgam of my old schools, as per usual in most of my dreams.

    I can't remember which order they happened in, unfortunately.

    1. Pennies.

    I'm in class. I think I take my wallet out, and accidentally spill all of my change out onto my desk. Of course, the amount of change is far, far more than could ever fit in my wallet. Thousands of pennies, hundreds of other coinage. I'm collecting all the quarter, but, in order to help clear my wallet, I'm occasionally pushing pennies off of the table. Once I do this, kids start diving at the pennies and picking them up. Something happens, and my entire row of desks, and the two rows to my left, are all pushed further left. That's when I see what people have been doing with the pennies. They've been stacking them up in the middle of the class like some sort of pyramid. And, for some reason, with enough stacking, the pennies start turning to silver coloring.

    2. The Dictionary

    I'm in the library, and we're getting ready to leave. Somebody mentions that one of my old friends, A, had written the newest version of the dictionary. She's a bit embarrassed for the spotlight, but I go to check it out. I vaguely remember that she had been compiling words before, and I had no idea why.

    3. Old Friend

    It's raining really, really fiercely. I'm walking in the crowd, and I see an old friend who IRL had recently added me on Facebook. So I wave to her exuberantly, but she only somewhat waves to me. I feel embarrassed afterwards. Once the rain stops, I try to find her to apologize to her.

    4. Oooookay Then.

    It's dark now. I'm at what I guess is the swimming training place in the school, and I'm next to a really, really thin waterslide that's going down a very steep hill. I'm overhearing a conversation between a group of friends. In that group is one of my more recent friends, C, and the friend from the third dream, who for some reason is named Jordan (That's not her real name.)

    They're arguing about something, an I ask them what. Basically, they're having a competition to see who can have sex with the most guys. C is complaining about how slutty it is, but Jordan is very proud of herself.

    I look at the slide, and sure enough there are names drawn/carved/painted on the bottom, with numbers next to them. Jordan is winning. Most others are far behind.

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    That's all, folks!
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    Little Recall/Lizard Cats

    by JackALope2323 on 07-27-2010 at 01:49 PM
    First Fragment:

    I'm holding some sort of miniature lighthouse sculpture, and I'm putting it on something.

    Dream:

    I'm in some sort of old, abandoned Roman city/village. I'm climbing up to an upper story doorway. My mom is with me. For some reason, I know there's a snake in the building I'm about to enter, so I grab a weapon, at first a knife then a bow, and slowly enter the room.

    As I'm walking along, getting ready to shoot the snake with my bow, I see it covered by a blanket. It's white and green. As it "slithers" out of it's blanket, I realize it's not actually a snake, but rather a baby giant lizard. Now, these things are adorable. They're green and white, but they look like a cross between a chameleon and a kitty cat. A second one comes out as well. I tell my mom there's nothing to worry about. I think I try to pet one, but it turns suddenly violent and bites me a few times. I feel the numbing instantly.

    Son of a bitch, the things were venomous. I run out of the house, and tell my mom we need to get to a doctor. We run through town, and I lose recall somewhere during that time.
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