The Inner Workings of a Sound Addict

I'm back at uni! And despite being rather drunk last night, my lie-in gave me some really nice recall (after what must have been at least 10 hours of sleep). However, I'm pretty sure I'm missing the first half of this dream, but the second half was definitely more interesting.

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14/4/12

I'm on holiday with the family in a cottage of sorts, and I come downstairs to ask what's for dinner. I'm told by my mum that we need to eat up the leftovers because it's our last day here.

These leftovers turn out to be a small packet of pretzels, 3 packets of cheese and onion Hoola Hoops and a chocolate brownie. Definitely not what I was expecting.

I munch on the packet of pretzels and head outside to find everyone playing American football. I join in briefly against some DCs that quite clearly have never played before, before getting out the brownie [as I'm obviously still hungry].

Pushing my luck, I go back inside and ask if there's definitely no other food, to which I get response I expected. Appalled, I rudely say

"that's outrageous! How do you expect that amount of food to be enough?"

Backed up by the rest of my family, my mum caves in and we go to a restaurant for dinner.

While in the restaurant, we casually change into the cast of Family Guy. Peter [who used to be my dad] orders a lot of food, and I see a cartoon representation of our stomaches, and that they're nearly full anyway. We get our nachos, and eat them while walking on the tables.

Still in cartoon mode, a fight breaks out at the other end of the restaurant, ending my time in 1st person perspective.

I then proceed to watch in 3rd person as Meg gets picked up by Santa and walked home. Once home, he asks whether he'll see her again, to which she replies

"I like clever guys"

and kisses him on the cheek. As she opens her front door, Santa pretends to go next door to a 'party' and tries to make up a pathetic excuse to come inside her house. Severely parred, Santa walks off.

I've done it! I had my first lucid, albeit an extremely brief one. At least, I'm pretty sure I was lucid; I had been drinking a lot that night and my recall was close to non-existant - I'm surprised I actually remembered anything. Here's how it went down:

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13/4/12
DILD

Wherever I am [where I was and what I was doing have completely escaped my memory] I suddenly ask myself if I'm dreaming [the countless reality checks have paid off!]. At that moment I think I already knew the answer, but I look at my digital clock and do the nose-pinch reality check just to make sure.

As soon as I realise I could breathe through a pinched nose I get an incredible euphoric experience from my excitement, which unfortunately causes me to wake up before I could even think about stabilising. Oh well, I consider it progress!

Despite being very short-lived, it's really given me hope that my efforts are paying off. Here's to many more!

Although the vividness of my recall isn't getting massively better, I think my consistency is improving. Though I didn't remember anything after 4 1/2 hours of sleep when I woke myself up, I did remember this after falling asleep again (maybe it was the apple juice I drank).

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12/4/12

I'm watching a televised run, in which only 5 or 6 people are left. The losers of the pack, they're all extremely tired and struggling to stand, and it's quite painful to watch. In the lead is a man dressed as Sonic, while someone in a Robotnik costume trails a few people behind.

Towards the end of the track, Robotnik gains a sudden burst of pace and overtakes everyone in front of him, much to the excitement of the commentators. However, while approaching the final straight, Sonic whips it out the bag to regain his position in first place and win (though dozens have already finished long before him). While celebrating, a wall falls on Sonic, causing the commentators to go berzerk. Fortunately, it later turns out to be a couple of fans that have jumped the barrier to congratulate their favourite hedgehog.

Another dream recall which occurred after getting up, this time in the shower. Such a nice feeling following each vague detail until you've got the whole picture (or at least a significant chunk of it).

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11/4/12

I'm in Bristol [where I recently visited to see some old school friends] and in some sort of school assembly or something. Behind the rows of people in the audience are a set of stairwells, filled to the brim with chavs. I go into one of them, and see the masses of chavs start to move towards me to try and cut me off. I pretend not to notice them and casually jump over the railings down a flight of stairs.

Later, I'm sitting in a large communal tent with about 50 or so others, all on picnic tables. I get up to walk about briefly, and stupidly leave my bag where I was sitting, which contains my very valuable laptop. As soon as I step out of the tent, multiple young chavs (no older than 12 years old) rush in grabbing peoples' bags, including mine. I sprint after the one with my bag, despite feeling extremely tired and aching all over. I catch up to him when he runs out of energy, trying to pass my stuff to his friend. I get my hands on him and the bag and punch him in the face a few times while he's on the floor.

Pretty intense dream...

Remembered nothing when I woke up this morning, no matter how hard I tried. However, when making my breakfast, I saw the word 'fit' on a bone marrow donor card, which suddenly made a connection in my brain to the subject of the dream I'd forgotten - amazing how the mind works!

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10/4/12

I'm in a shop with a DC, buying some sort of drink or sauce. Of the three options available, I advise him not to go for the oyster flavour.

Later, we're in a club, both silently competing for the same girl [the same girl from my dream a few nights ago, that I've only met once]. As we walk to another room of the club, I talk to her about clams [I seem to flirt with the strangest topics in dreams, but it somehow never fails] and she tells me she's never tried oysters. I say that I should have bought her the oyster-flavoured drink. She grabs my hand subtly and I decide to stop talking about seafood. It all ends happily ever after as we dance at the front of the club.

Remembered a relatively decent chunk of dream after a few nights of rubbish. I have a feeling these two parts are connected, as the story fits, though I remembered the second part before the first.

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9/4/12

I arrive at a uni accommodation similar to a friend's in Bristol that I stayed in recently, as if it was my own. I walk past a kitchen window where I can hear a large group of people and music. I pick out a certain girl's voice [or should I say, her insanely thick Scouse accent] and wonder if her fit friend is with her.

Without bothering to check, I go across the garden to 'my' room to pack, to go home for the holidays [which I'm on now]. I do something with the iPod speakers on the windowsill, looking out the window to the party kitchen as I do so. I catch the gaze of a girl amongst the other people, and she suddenly appears next to me, as if by magic. We talk for a few minutes, while I try and make out if I think she's hot or not.

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My mum tells me over the phone that I have a train to catch soon, so I should get a move on. Me and a friend of mine decide instead to get a bus instead to Bournemouth [a place not even remotely close to where either of us live]. We take ages searching for the bus depot, however, so decide to ring the helpline. We get through to a strange man who's screaming along to a metal track in the background, stopping a few times briefly to give us help. We find out the next bus isn't til 7pm, which is not acceptable.

I decide to get the train after all, but realise I've left my tickets at home (home-home, not uni-home)! I see a DC that lives near my house and approach him to ask for some sort of lift home, but he cycles away before I can get close.

Shitty recall again the last few nights - I swear it gets better then gets worse, never steady. I tried drinking about a pint of apple juice (despite my dislike for it) not only to wake me up after an REM cycle, but also to see if it gave me a more vivid dream. To my recollection, it did not, but here's what I remembered:

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6/4/12

I'm talking to a girl I've met once or twice in her room at uni, proposing we 'get down to it', so to speak. She says not now, but we both agree it will happen eventually by the end of term [sweet].

Later on, I'm still talking to her, but with someone else. She tells me about her boyfriend [where did he come from?!] and how she has to get up at 4am the following morning for a job interview. In an unrelated and uninteresting end to my dream, I take a few things out of a washing machine, noticing they're already pretty much dry.

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I'm at a funeral (or just outside one) in a park I used to have rugby training in [which I recently revisited for a memorial match for a friend's late dad] and I'm play-fighting with a friend. Later, a woman roughly 300 metres away, on the other side of the ceremony, gives my mum a horrendously evil stare. I must have had eagle vision to see it.

On holiday for a few days with the fam, with pretty shoddy recall apart from this first night, where I remembered two:

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2/4/12

I'm going to a rave, but make a stop at my mate's house [though it looked nothing like it]. Once inside the club, I see various friends, old and new, and begin to get drunk. By the end of the night, I'm dancing with a girl I used to know [but in no way find attractive] but in an old fashioned, no-touching way. Any sudden advances I make are quickly parred away, as if it were the 1940s, so I stay back and skank unnecessarily to the jazz music being played. I'm wearing sunglasses at this point, looking like a complete fool, and it doesn't come as a surprise when I think I hear people laughing at me.

It's nearly the end of the night and I'm getting frustrated by the lack of acknowledgement I've been getting, so I spin the girl round to face me in an attempt to bring her in closer. This doesn't work, and instead I get lightly told off. Conceding, I peck her on the lips and leave the club - but not before someone from my old school walks past me with wearing no underwear.

All my friends have left at his point, and the night is coming to an end. I can't remember any of the night, despite not being that drunk, and I realise my mistake at not finding something to drop. I return to my mate's house, but it's empty. I ring my friends to no avail, so go to bed. Suddenly, one of the friends I tried to ring is in the bed next to mine, and starts talking.

What's really interesting is that the room was the same as the one I was staying in that night (on holiday) and on waking up in the morning, I still believed my friend was in the next bed for at least 2 to 3 minutes. A reverse false awakening of sorts.

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I'm in a kitchen of a flat in my uni accommodation with a friend of mine and several random metalheads. We're eating pizza, but not just ANY pizza, this pizza's musical. Each slice corresponds to a section of the song that's playing in the background, and you're restricted to eating only the corresponding slice when it's played.

When everyone leaves, I begin to flirt with a girl I've never met about cheese. I'd love to know what I said specifically, but whatever it was, she was loving it. I go back to her room briefly, and put her block of cheese on her windowsill [no, that's not a euphemism], still flirting strong.

Once I've left, I walk up some stairs to the main part of uni, past a huge crowd of people returning from a football match. My old head of sixth form begins to give a speech on a stage in the middle of the crowd, which soon gets overrun by students in a flash mob. Almost spontaneously, however, some pick up guitars and begin to play together.

I've had zero recall the last two nights, so this morning, waking up frustrated, I gave myself a lie in and thankfully entered a dream instantly.

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30/3/12

I'm in a hotel room with some others, though I don't remember who any of them were, or if they were significant. Instead of carpet, however, the floor consists of miniature seas, oceans and waterfalls, as well as small areas of grassy land. Enemy cartoon dolphins appear and attack, springing from their hiding places under the water's surface to engage us in a fight.

Scrolling through a Skyrim-themed menu, I search for an effective spell to use against these creatures, but find none. Instead, I attack with my bare fists. Soon after, however, I remember my spell 'sparks' (which I happen to use in Skyrim) and aim it at the large body of water. The electricity spreads across the whole room, killing every dolphin instantly, but only lightly shocking my friends still in the water. At this point, the water changes colour and texture to that of a red and grey carpet.

Another imaginative dream last night, with pretty decent recall - I'm definitely improving again. I also had a very strange experience when I first fell asleep, which I could use some help with: http://www.dreamviews.com/f11/help-i...4/#post1848951.

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28/3/12

I'm at a carnival with the family, carrying a small paper bag with a car inside (not a toy, mind, but a fully functional car). The main attraction is a huge pair of bungee cords, which two guys are swinging from. My perspective then switches to that of one of the people on the ride and I come very close to swinging all the way over the top bar, as well as colliding with things. However, no one in the crowd seemed concerned in the slightest for my safety.

Back on the ground, I watch a couple of kids ride up a larger triangular ramp on a BMX. When my parents approach me, they tell me I should have told them before going up the ramp, as if it was me that did it [and as if I was still a child]. Upset about not being allowed any fun, I follow them back to the car, trailing behind. I pull a scooter from a small bag, but unfortunately can't ride it on the dirt path. My sister offers a BMX from her bag, but I tell her there's no point as we're almost there.

Just before arriving at the car, the miniature car somehow gets away and I chase it as it speeds towards the road. I steer it away from an oncoming car with my mind, and manage to jump on before it hits another. Driving it is difficult, but extremely fun, raising my spirits again. I return it to our car and fall asleep next to it in the boot.

I should also mention that at one point in my dream I looked at my tattoo in the mirror, which had grown to cover half my left arm.

I unfortunately remembered one detail of my dream last night, in my state of altered consciousness: I bleached my hair blonde.

If only I could remember if it looked good or not...

This is my strangest dream in a long time, and it seems my recall is slowly improving again, thankfully. A lot of details are missing, but this is everything I can remember:

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26/3/12

I'm in the war-ravaged future, in a futuristic-looking white room with a grand high ceiling and intricate pillars. I'm with others, though I don't recognise any of them initially. Someone enters the room, claiming to be a huge fan of one of my friends [who I'm sure at this point is Morpheus from The Matrix] wearing a spherical forcefield. Instinctively believing him to be lying, I shoot large balls of energy from my gun towards him, though they all get deflected. I dodge most of them, but some hit me. Luckily, one bounces around the room at the right angle to cause it slip through a gap in his forcefield.

Impostor dead, his master arrives with his own gun [though I can't remember him in detail, I do remember him being at least 3-times my size]. My group engages in a fight with this new enemy all around the room, while we also add puzzle pieces to large pictures on the walls.

After a long fight, yet another, more powerful foe arrives, along with several small monsters. I pick up a chainsaw and make small work of them all, cutting through them in seconds. As peace falls on the room for my group, we take the opportunity to add the final puzzle pieces to the final picture.

I kept waking up during the night, every time after a dream that I'd been to the toilet - but every time falling asleep before I could actually get up to go...
I remember a dream featuring a book of really bad riddles and tongue-twisters, as well as listening to A Tribe Called Quest in my room, but there's one fragment that really stands out:

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25/3/12

Outside her room, my flatmate asks if, as a favour, I could pose as her boyfriend in front of her bitchy old school friend [to get back at her, or save face, or something]. I agree to help her out and sit on her bed with her opposite her old friend, flirting as convincingly as I can without being too obvious. It works pretty well, even the fake kiss, as we both see her friend get increasingly agitated. However, shortly afterwards, a girl I'm current having a 'thing' with walks past the door and I panic a little.

Only a small fragment again, but it was pretty vivid.

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23/3/12

In my uni flats, everyone is filing out on their way to the headmaster [as if back in school] for disciplinary action. Nothing to do with me, I pretend to be involved to fit in and head towards the exit with everyone else. However, I remember a baking tray that urgently needs to be returned to my room, and turn back.

In my room, I find three guys, one of which I know, smoking. In reaction to my confusion, they tell me it's my fault for leaving my door unlocked. I agree, and join them. I light something balloon shaped, which is almost as big as my head, before putting it back down on a huge pile of tobacco.

Not much of a recall here, but as part my 'upload even the smallest dream fragments' initiative, I thought I should type this up.

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21/3/12

I'm on my way to a big rave [no doubt foreshadowing seeing Rusko, TC and Wilkinson on the 24th] but I'm making the 30 minute journey on foot because everyone's too slow getting ready - and I'm eager to skanking! However, just before I arrive at the club, at about 3am, I realise I've left my 'friend' (we'll call her Mandy) at home. Deciding it's too late to get back and get 'her', I get in the queue behind some girls I know. They whisper amongst themselves as they can't tell if it's me or not, due to my drastic haircut. Shortly after, I see Jay in the queue, who overtook me in a taxi on my way here. He begins making his bombs, calling them 'F Bombs'.