TheSilverWolf
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Thursday, August 29 8:00 am WBTB Induction attempt *fell asleep too soon *


Interesting dream fragment where my mother is driving us somewhere, and the song 'lights' starts to play on the radio. (The song by Journey, not the one by Ellie Goulding). When the song is finished, I start to complain about how there is no difference between that song when it first came out, and now. I complain that there needs to be a new rendition that is different because the song is so boring (which I don't REALLY feel, so why I would say that in my dreams, I have no freaking clue, LOL). All I can remember really, is my mother and I arguing about this, as she tells me that the song is a good song and should stay the way it is, not be changed. Wish I could remember more, as this was a rather funny conversation

Wed August 28, 8:00 am

I live in a high-rise apartment in a big city. On the news, there’s been reports of a “sniper killer” who’s been murdering people with a sniper rifle from a long distance away. I’m looking out my window from the apartment, when I see two guys canvassing other nearby buildings, pointing and windows and stuff, in deep conversation. Then, one of the guys looks up right into my eyes. A smile crosses his face, and he nods at me. I don’t know how, but I just know this is the guy who’s been killing people.

I call up my parents, because I don’t have a gun and they do—I want to be able to defend myself, because I know that he knows what I suspect; and I am afraid he is going to try and kill me. In fact, I KNOW this. So, my parents come over, lending me a pistol. They also stay there, to help me hold off any attack should it come to that.

A few hours later (dream), towards the evening, a car pulls up to the window. That’s right, a car pulls up to a WINDOW in a HIGH-RISE apartment building. So much for keeping an eye out for dreamsigns, right? Anyway, this guy pulls up to the window, and my Dad, for whatever reason, asks “Are you the sniper?” –As if, if the guy WERE the killer, he’d say so!—and the guy, a black man that looks like Drebin from Metal Gear Solid 4, pulls out his cell phone and states “Yeah, distance is about 500 yards.” Mom, dad, and myself stare open mouthed at the guy, until he bursts out laughing. He tells me that he’s here to help. He then proceeds to enter my apartment THROUGH the window, his car just hanging out in the air.

He hands me a gun, a realllly sleek looking Baretta 9mm. Only it’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen IRL. It has a smooth curvy build to it, and it’s very futuristic looking. AND, weirdly enough, it has a cell-phone built into the barrel of the gun (the top). The Drebin look-alike then teaches me how to properly use it, giving me tips on how to aim properly. Funny thing is, when I go to dry fire the gun, it turns into a REVOLVER

Apparently that is normal though, and when I go to take a closer look at the gun, it’s the sleek Baretta once more. The Drebin-looking guy leaves, and my parents and I prepare to hold down the fort, waiting for this sniper guy to attack us. Before anything can happen, however…my alarm clock wakes me up for the day.



august 28 time unknown

This one just a fragment. I start out playing a video game based on the TV show survivor. And then, something strange happens. I actually AM on survivor! I’m on some island somewhere, trying to survive my fellow contestants to win a million bucks. AND, funny enough, a previous player, Naonka is there; a player I absolutely detest. I get into an argument with her about how she treated that handicap woman in her first season on the show, and tempers are flaring. She pretty much bawls me out for daring to get onto her when she’s providing for the tribe. I tell her that despite her providing, she’s still a b***h, and deserves to be voted out. That’s all I can remember of this one.

I remembered more dreams last night then I ever have in a single sleep session, which is really super awesome for me! so yaaay!

Now if I can just get lucid.


Dreaming within a dream, trying to escape dream!! Fragment. Induction Method attempted: MILD

I was dreaming that I was dreaming, and in this dream I was trapped! I don't know how or why, but I was trying to escape my dream, and could not find my way out. I tried to escape the dream several times (in my dream) and even tried to wake myself up, to no avail! These dream-within-dreams are very freaking confusing!!


Rodents, Wolves and Bears, OH MY Sunday august 25th 7:00 am Induction method attempted: WILD/WBTB

A FULL dream, huraaay!

My dad goes to town, and comes back with two pets for Mom. One of them is like a giant overgrown rat. I want to say it's closer to a guinea pig, but that doesn't feel right, even if it looked the same. The other pet was a strange creature; I don't know their name, but I think they are an Australian critter I know I've seen before on TV. It had grey-blue fur, long back legs, shorter front ones, a long tail and big ears. We named it Roosey because it hops around like a Kangaroo, though it is also capable of skittering around really fast. The other critter was never referred to by name in the dream; I'll call him Mouse. Mouse was round, fluffy, with brown fur.

My dream skips forward to that evening, after Dad brings home the pets. They are not kept in a cage though. Instead, they are able to roam free; we just have a wood divider separating the living room half of the house from the kitchen half of the house. This way, our dog Meatball can't get to them to eat them. I end up going into the living room for some reason, and the divider doesn't close all the way behind me; Mouse and Roosey come flying through it into the living room. I leap on top of Meatball, holding him down and call for help, because he is struggling like mad to get to the two critters.

Dad scolds me for letting the divider open like that, and then has me let the little guys outside to go to the bathroom. It is dark outside, and I need a flashlight. I get them, and take them outside; Mom and Dad warns me not to let them get too far away, Well.

As soon as the door opens, BOTH of them just run as fast as they can, waaay in the yard. I can't see them anymore because it's so dark. Mouse, with her waddling gait, comes into view; she's not quite as far away as Roosey. I scoop the lil' critter up, and start looking for Roosey; I'm about halfway into the yard by now. I can't find her at first, and then...THERE! I see her, but she is right next to a fox! I start to go after, but she hops away again. I decide I need help, so I turn around, heading back to the house. I get to the driveway, when I notice a large grey-white timberwolf sitting in the driveway, staring at me. Knowing they seldom attack humans and needing to get Mouse inside, I walk by. Then, right by the door, theres ANOTHER wolf. As I head up the stairs, the wolf tries to snatch Mouse from my hands. I yank away, its fangs grazing my hand. I throw open the door and dash inside.

Breathless I tell mom and dad about Roosey and the wolves and fox. Mom takes mouse, and examines my hand while Dad goes into their bedroom to get his rifle. Mom sighs, shaking her head. I'm only scratched; she's worried about Roosey. She tells me that it's messed up--Dad doesn't often get attached to these rodent type pets, like mice and stuff, but he's really bonded with Roosey, and now she's probably out there, hurt or worse. She says it's just not fair. I agree, looking out the window into the darkness. Then Dad comes out, rifle in hand, and I go outside with him to show him where Roosey is at.

WE go outside, and dad fires several shots into the air. THe wolves all dash away immediately; there wasn't just the two I saw, an entire PACK of them runs off. I lead dad to where Roosey is, and find her. But she's rolling around on her back, badly injured. I'm about to pick her up when I notice a bear at the edge of our yard (a very large brown-bear). I point out the bear to Dad--it hasn't noticed us yet. He takes aim with his Rifle, putting his fingers to his lips to make sure I stay quiet. But for some reason, he doesn't shoot. The bear looks up, and starts plodding towards us, and STILL Dad doesn't shoot the bear. I'm freaking out now, and I ask him what the heck to do, and he hands me a shotgun that he did NOT have when he came out. AND it's not the gun we have IRL, it's a double barrel shotgun. Dad is watching the bear, and I aim the gun. I ask, as it gets creepily close, if he wants me to shoot it. He doesn't answer. My fingers wrap around the trigger, but it's so sensitive that at my slightest touch, the gun goes off and misses the bear completely!

The bear stands up on his hind legs, roars, and then notices the same fox from earlier. It is skittering by him, and the bear claws him, shoving the animal in his mouth. Dad tells me the bear isn't interested in us, and tells me to grab Roosey. We start to head back into the house, and Roosey needs to get to the vet. The alarm wakes me up as we are crossing the yard.


Demonic Dog 10:00 am Fragment, INDUCTION method attempt: WILD/WBTB

Dad and I are in the house. He explains to me that our pet, Tori, is actually a demonic dog--even if she has not yet shown it. HE tells me that she will be used to do things, such as enter our world, if something isn't done about it. For some reason, he believes that I have to be the one to kill the dog. I don't want to do it, the thought saddens me deeply, but I go grab my survival knife that I keep in my room (for when we go camping or fishing). I hide the knife behind my back, and approach Tori. I hug her, give her kisses and pet her...and then I stab her twice in the chest, very quickly. I then carry Tori outside where I sit with her, holding her head in my lap, and apologize for having to do this to her, and for her being used by evil. I am crying at this point, watching her die. I wake up still feeling the intense emotions from the tail end of the dream fragment.


A Knight Beheaded Time unknown Induction Technique Attemted: WILD/WBTB

Another good vs. evil dream, with a bit of humor at the end. I'm in some strange area where all of the plant life is grey and dying. The trees are dead, the grass is dead and crumbly beneath my feet. There is an entire crowd of people around me, most dressed like modern day people, but there is one man, a knight in full silver colored armor. We are all enclosed in some giant fenced in area, which leads to some open arena-style place with two exits. We are being herded towards that arena place. Someone speaking from an unknown location, as if from some kind of loud-speakers, tells us that there are two men, one for each exit. One of the men is evil, the other is not. We are told that we have to choose which one is the evil person, and make our way through these shadowy-looking beings in the arena area, and kill him. If we choose correctly, we can all go home. If we choose the wrong person, our world will be in grave danger.

The knight steps up first; that's when I notice he is blind, wearing some kind of headband over his eyes. He leaps over the fence into the arena, drawing his sword. He immediately slashes at one of the creatures, killing it. Then he turns behind him, and slashes at the fence! One of the creatures laughs at him, and beheads the knight with long claws. His head sails over the fence, his body collapsing to the ground. The head then floats back into the arena, re-attaches itself to the knights body, and he closes his eyes and looks as if he's just gone to sleep! I wake up at this point.

I do sooo well remembering my dreams for over a week--and then twice in a row my recall dips. Oh well, it's just a phase, right? Here is my very small fragment that I didn't remember until I'd been up several hours, while outside with the family pet.

Saturday, August 24th, time unknown

I'm at home, in the house. It looks exactly the same, as far as I can recall, as it does in real life. I'm petting one of our dogs, Angel. Like in real life, she has this little tumor thing on the back of her neck. As I pet her, my fingers brush the tumor, and it starts squirting blood all over the place, drenching my face and hands. She is okay, not like bleeding to death, I just caused it to start squirting. It stops a few seconds later, but my face and neck is covered, and I'm feeling a bit grossed out and shocked. I run to the bathroom to clean my hands and neck, and I notice I have some of the blood in my mouth, and I'm holding up my tongue, looking in the mirror, trying to scrape it off the bottom of my tongue.

That's all I can remember of that dream. A strange one!

LD induction attempt:

MILD, then WBTB/WILD

Thursday, August 22 3:30 am

I am part of an IRC class on lucid dreaming. I can't remember exactly what we were discussing though. I'm trying to show everyone in the class something that I feel is super important, though in my dream I don't really know WHY it is important. I just know it is a perfect example for our lucid dreaming discussion. While at the IRC, I am also at a LD forum (not DreamViews, some other forum I've never seen before), and there is a member who's name isn't right. There is a letter that doesn't match any letter at all in the alphabet! I realllly want to share this with the class, but just as I am about to submit a screenshot, I lose my internet connection. This seriously irritates me, because I feel like I HAVE to send this in, it is SUPER important to me, and I am frantic trying to refresh the chat and get it to connect again. Why I'm doing this, I don't know because I lost my connection, meaning I *should* wait for it to come back, instead of trying to refresh the webpage. But, I keep trying until my alarm finally wakes me up.


A note I want to make on this dream. I feel I was really close to lucidity for two reasons. One, I noticed something odd about that user name, and though I didn't understand why, I felt it of VITAL importance to share with the rest of the LD class. Had I managed to reconnect, I wonder if I wouldn't have told them it was an example of a dream sign....TWO, I kept trying to get my laptop to refresh the webpage. I lost the internet connection, therefore I should have just waited for it to come back, refreshing the page would do no good--yet I did it anyway. I wonder if some small part of me understood that it would eventually work if I kept trying, because of the odd way electronics behave in dreams. THEN there's the sheer frantic nature, the NEED to reconnect and show what I discovered to the LD class. It was such a strong feeling, I felt it even upon waking