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his dream seems a crossover of Kill Bill and Pulp Fiction. I'm part of some female elite assassins' gang. Apparently one of the girls did some shit and another one beats her up until she looks dead. She wants to throw her body in the river. I don't agree with any of this and I check if the other girl is still alive. She is and I convince my colleague that we should spare her life. Then out of nowhere comes our boss, who is none other than Samuel L. Jackson. He asks why we haven't finished her up and when we say we didn't think it was necessary, he decides we're getting soft and shoots at us. He kills the other two and I barely escape. Then begins a long chase with gun fights. I start confident that I will beat him, but after a while I feel that he might manage to kill me. We have a last chase at a crowded hotel with glass elevators and emergency staircases. I jump from a window, enter the hotel again and cross the kitchen in a last attempt to lose him. When I'm out of ideas, a huge earthquake shakes the whole building and I decide to run to outside. Stuff collapses behind me and he gets trapped inside. I feel relief, but then outside I encounter mayhem. The earthquake is caused by the fall of what seem to be meteorites, but instead of making large impact craters, they explode like nuclear bombs and radioactive clouds form in the sky. Everybody is running for their lives and I look for some good shelter. I find it at an old monumental church with heavy wooden doors which I lock behind me. I inform the people inside about what's happening outside and we try as much as possible to insulate doors and windows. Magically we survive in there for some time until I decide to get outside and I find that we've been protected from radiation by huge transparent domes over the city.

Centi Pizza
There is a particular brand of frozen pizza that is supposedly all the rage right now; in fact it's attained legendary status as some sort of superfood. However, I've never had it because the store I shop at has never carried it. (Later I learn that this is because supplies of the pizza are tightly rationed for some reason--maybe overwhelming demand?) Today I'm in the store and everyone is buzzing because THE PIZZA IS HERE. At first it seems like I'm not going to be able to get my hands on any because while there are free samples available, people apparently needed to reserve a sample in advance! But as I'm walking around the store that doesn't actually seem to be the case. I start to see samples set out everywhere, with labels like "Try this tonight for dinner!" The pizza is basic cheese and pepperoni and comes in little bite-size rolls. I take one and pop it into my mouth. It's lukewarm and doesn't really taste like anything special--I can faintly taste the pepperoni, but otherwise it almost has no taste at all. Yet after I've had one bite I discover I can't stop eating it. I NEED more. I'm walking around the store eating handfuls of pizza bites, and I can see open pizza boxes everywhere because apparently store employees and customers alike are all just WOLFING this stuff down. I see M.M. from work, who holds up a pizza box and says "Hey Coyote, did you hear about the new pizza they finally--" and I interrupt him with a cheery "Yup, way ahead of ya!" Apparently this pizza goes under the brand name of "Centilavi" ("Cantilavi"?) or just Centi for short. I think E.L. from work is also there.

There are also other pizza samples in the store, but they're from a different maker and they're whole pizzas, not bite-sized things. I take a bite of one piece and discover it is actually pizza cleverly interwoven with large sticky blocks of pasta. It actually doesn't taste bad (it's similar to the Centi pizza in that I can't really taste anything) but the idea of a pizza-pasta hybrid grosses me out, so I stop eating it. Another piece (of regular pizza this time) is supposedly "super spicy" and features some kind of meat with spicy sauce, but again I can barely taste it, and what I can taste doesn't seem spicy at all.

A Cleaner Workplace
I'm leaving work, but before I go I have a conversation with someone about how much cleaner the place used to be when it had a full complement of cleaning staff. I pass through a number of small rooms and hallways on my way to the exit (it's a pretty labyrinthine workplace in my dream, apparently). Just before the exit there's a large room that serves as a warehouse area; the left side of the room is fenced off to create a corridor for foot traffic. In the warehouse is a woman who starts out looking vaguely like S.W. (medium-length blond hair) but ends up having dark, very curly hair by the end of our conversation. We talk about the same thing: the office's former cleanliness. The woman mentions that we also used to be fully OSHA-compliant (I think she said OSHA) and I have a memory of seeing some sort of chart with green dots on it that illustrates our former compliance levels. "If you go way back to the 90s," she says, you'd see a real difference in how things looked. I start to laugh at this, thinking she's making a joke by saying "back to the 90s," but then realize she's not laughing. I quickly apologize and say that I've only been working here since... 2008 (it takes me a minute to come up with the year) so I wouldn't know what it was like back then. She nods. While we are talking, a few more people have come into the warehouse, and I'm suddenly aware that they're all standing fairly close by as if they're listening to us. (One of them looks like J.R. but has his hair in a ponytail.) I suddenly feel uncomfortable bitching about the workplace in front of them. I'm about to leave the woman with one last assenting remark that her observations are right on the money, but because of the onlookers I change my mind... and then am at a complete loss for what I should *actually* say. I stand there with my mouth open for almost 10 seconds while I try to come up with something. Finally I say something like "If we meet again, I'd like to talk more about this" and this seems to satisfy her. I walk away and realize I don't know her name and she probably doesn't know mine.

Car Murder
There's some sort of incredible new model of car that I may have been test driving (this part of the dream is hazy). I'm walking down the sidewalk to get to where my car is parked and pass one version of this model, but it's not my car. I can hear a group of young guys partway down the street heckling loudly at someone's car because it's the shiny new model, and I know instantly that they're looking at my car. I increase my pace and hope I don't find them vandalizing it or anything. I get there and discover that my car is actually kind of a hybrid of old and new: it has the new model's frame (or maybe just part of it?) but still has its old tires and the same beat-up front license plate. Well, when I say it has its old tires, it actually only has *two* of those tires: both the right front and right rear tires are completely gone, yet the car is upright and balanced as if nothing was missing. I think the gang stole the tires (I am dimly aware that they're surrounding the car) but I don't see any signs that anyone there is responsible for the theft, aside from the continued heckling. As I watch, the car suddenly bucks, like a horse, all on its own; the front of it bends in a weird way as if there's some kind of extra joint in the hood. This gets a louder jeering from the crowd. One guy approaches the front of the car, and suddenly the car bucks again and somehow *grabs onto him* with its front fender. The car rears up high in the air, then comes down hard, slamming the guy into the pavement. He brokenly tries to get to his feet, stammering "But I--" and the car picks him up and begins to roll forward, slamming him down again and again and again until there's nothing left of the guy except a smear of red paste stretching down the road. I am standing on the sidewalk, stunned, with my mouth open. From across the street the guy's mother comes running out of an apartment. "Joe! JOE!" she yells. There's a pause and then the mother lets out a wordless, resounding shriek that echoes off the buildings. At this point I'm starting to wonder if I'm going to be held accountable for Joe's murder (even though I had nothing to do with it) since I'm the owner of the car.

[small skip] The mother is kneeling on the sidewalk next to me. I am next to her with an arm around her back for support. I can see blood on her dress. She talks quietly and seems much calmer after her initial outburst. There is a tight group of people surrounding the two of us, but they are friends. I don't feel threatened at this point, since it doesn't seem like the mother is looking to place blame on anyone for the incident. (A calculating part of me knows this is because I made sure to be by her side and befriend her from the get-go.) For some reason we're talking about mental health, I think. I don't remember much of the conversation except that at one point someone asks "Well, how's Chihiro Onitsuka* doing these days [with her issues]?" Someone replies that she's hanging on, but barely, and that the national health system "let her off with a warning," whatever that means. It's an odd conversation but suggests that mental problems are pretty heavily stigmatized and that people have few if any resources when it comes to seeking help for them.

*Oni is a wonderful Japanese singer.

i was on my couch in my room but it was very bright and i plugged my nose and said im dreaming but then the dream scene beacame so vivid and so real i was so amazed that i beacame even more aware that i was in a dream and i had so much more control than all of my other lucid dreams i cant remember but i didnt plan what i wanted to do so i was just make objects and makeing some dissapear and my dad came in and i said something like be gone or dissappear but he didnt i guess thats the one thing i cant control yet cause dream characters are harder to control than objects so a scene change happened and i was in a library and it looked so cool cause it looked so real but then i was back in my room and my dad was in the hall and he looked exactly like he did in real life so i started to doubt that i was sleeping so i plugged my nose and i couldnt breath through it and i said why cant i and i think it was my subconsious talking to me cause i heard a voice say cause you are lucid enough to not need to and i said oh and i said the dream will end soon so do what you like now and like 10min later the dream was fadingi was going to rub my hands to make it last longer but i said what if its 10:00am i need to wake up so i let it fade and when i woke up it was only 3:00 i was kind of mad but i was glad to be getting back into the dream world and that i had a talk with my subconsious so i was glad.

Dream Frag.
My cousin Jessica was taking me to work and I gave her gas money which I placed on top of her cell phone.

I was in a blue car which I destroyed by scraping it up all over and ruining the paint.

I was in a desert. Suddendly I heared some shots. A man was running riot, although I didn't see him killing people, people panicked and ran away. He was coming towards me - smiling oddly and having a gun in his hands. He said something about killing me and pointed with his gun at my head. All of the sudden somebody else drew a pistol and shot the man down to prevent him from killing me. I noticed the man being wounded and carried him away. I arrived at a place that remided me of a park or a zoo. I saw a girl(she was a classmate of mine) holding a huge piece of paper - although I couldn't read it(or I cannot remember) I knew what to do. I put the man down, the next moment she wasn't standing there anymore but I saw the family of the man who was wounded. We all sat down and discussed something, then I went home. At afternoon I decided to drive there again. I bought something at Mc'Donalds and looked at the place, but there was nobody.

Now this one was very strange... I was with my parents in a desert, close to a house. It was daytime, and I remember them saying they had to go somewhere. So when they left, I was all alone. But there was something in the desert I wanted to go and check out while they were gone. It was like some kinda huge dirt ball, or pile, or something like that... It was weird. I started walking there but then my parents came back, so I had to walk back pretty soon. I wonder what it was that I was going to see... Oh well... Still kind of a short dream.

Dream - Lucid

I was talking with some other girl. I'm pretty sure we were outside. She reminded me of a girl I know in waking life named Raechel. I said to her
"I need new stretchy pants," referring to the old, worn out black yoga pants I was wearing. They were a pair that I actually do own in waking life. She looked at me funny and started to walking. I then continued as I trailed behind her
"You know, like sweatpants!" I noticed she was wearing black yoga/sweatpants too, as well as a dark-colored top.

Again, I know there was more here. I even woke up in the middle of the night, making a mental note of a dream event, and of course, I forgot it this morning. I know I dreamed this morning too, I can even still feel lingering emotions from the dream, but for the life of me, I can't remember it.

It's 7:02 am here and I just woke with the image of a man taking a large pet crocodile (8ft long and very musclly) for a walk through a jungle, on a lead, like a dog. I was behind them so no fear of huge crocodile for me. Got to put it in dream journal and pasword thread later.

Now it's 9pm (same day) Wed 15-Aug-12. I joined Linkzelda's password experiment.

I am lazy but I am honest. I find incubation and intending too much trouble. So, I am not going to think about finding Linkzelda's passeord or finding winning numbers for Waking Nomad or anything. I will just listen to my breathing and heartbeat as I drop-off. I won't even hope to remember a dream. But if I do I will see if I can find any numbers for Waking Nomad or a password for Linkzelda.

They say that as we go through our sleep cycles we enter and leave emptyness (total death) several times. But we do it without awarness so we miss the opportunity to permanently drop connection to what we are not.

I want to die. I have wanted is since I was an infant. As an infant I offten hoped I would never wake up.

The dream below is from sivison's old thread called:

http://www.dreamviews.com/f19/experi...5/#post1860668

This dream reveals my deepest wish (to die).

Originally Posted by debrajane

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I slept and drempt well last night.

It is 8:33 am Tuesday 14-Feb-2012 here now.

Had nice smooth dreams but the one I liked best was:

I saw a notice inviting folk to a meet of some sort. I went to the place willing to wait, even sleep in the wet, (with rain or dew) grass til other folk turned up.

When they did they were humans but unusual looking.

Like beautiful hand-carved living wooden statues. Every move was extremely beautiful and perfectly poised. But totally natural, as in, they had been highly routinized and highly self-disciplined monks and nuns for a single life of thousands of years with thousands of happy years of highly routinized and highly self-disciplined life yet to live.

Their prayers and meditations were non verbal, it was all gentle movement and body language and facial expression.

Together we went places.

Gently teleporting, smoothly, imperceptiblty. We were just there quickly and quietly.

At the last place, before I woke, I stood beside this cool silent monk in a forrest on the side of hills. I was aware of standing beside him as I desired to also be a yellow orb.*

Then I was a yellow orb of gentle energy.

I wanted to (metaphorically) die.

So, as an orb, I rose a mile or two, slowely, into the air, with reverent gratitude.

Then Gently and greatfully descended untill I touched the juicy topsoil of this sacred place and merged, formlessly.

Then I wanted to keep descending to the dark. molten and hard core of this divine planet but the quiet monk silently seemed to encourage me to consider remaining in the organic and alive, juicy, life-giving topsoil.

Then I gently woke up.

*

Nonlucid. I dreamed that I was in my old 3rd story apartment. It was night time. I lived alone, no Chris, no boyfriend, dogs cats, nothing, just me. So the place was really clean, and kinda minimalist. I remember I was very thirsty and I had some ice water that I started drinking. The place was dimly lit, and i had the balcony door open. For some reason, the clouds were really really low, and moving slowly towards the apartments. One drifted into my apartment, and began to dissipate. For some reason I flopped down on the floor just behind it, which caused a gust of air to push it quickly into the wall, and what cloud had not dissipated yet, bounced off the wall and back toward me. I opened my mouth and breathed it in. It was really effervescent, kinda like when you breathe the fumes from dry ice, or you burp after drinking a carbonated drink, and it's all fizzy in your mouth and nose. Anyway, that's what the cloud tasted like. That's all I remember. That and finding a wet almond in my ice water that I threw out of the window after fishing it out of my glass.

I woke up really thirsty.

[COLOR="royalblue"]Non-Aware (Dream)[/COLOR] - [COLOR="blue"]Partially Aware (Lucid Dream)[/COLOR] - [COLOR="navy"]Fully Aware and Vivid (Astral Projection(OOBE)[/COLOR]

I where at my friend's house and I had dreams, but I had no paper to record them on...

1. I was in the car. I did the hand reality check. Even though I always count in my head, I counted out loud this time. I counted five, but then I noticed I suddenly had another finger on the end. I turned my hand a bit, and I saw another one appear. I made, two or three more fingers (total) appear this way and concluded I was dreaming. I don't remember anything after (or before) that, though.

2. I was in a restaurant. I don't actually remember anything that happened, though.

I woke up and saw the time: 04h25
Went back to sleep.

I dreamt that I in an old neighborhood (El Paraiso) I used to visit a long, long time ago when I was I child.
I was in a known car; owned by one of my best friends in high school, is the one we used to drive around, but the driver is not my friend but anther good friend from a very different time. I was in the back seat and someone else was in the car.
The ride was full of curves. We ended up at the soccer field in my high school. There we met the owner of the car.
We talked about, at least, four different topics, including my friends efforts to find a date (which was the kind of conversation we used to have).
We all go to a party held in a several stories building.
There I met with several people to whom I talked as in a party.
I met with a girl I used to like a long time ago, we held a long and fine conversation. She leaves and I slip of the party.
I wonder around the building for a (long)while. I stumble upon a terrace on the second story. I look down and I see a pool. Nobody is in a pool except by two dead small little mammals (can’t say what they were but they were small, mice-like, and white with dark spots. They where puffed maybe due to the drowning)
I fall into the pool making a big wave. The wave moves out of the pool the little mammals.
I start to feel guilt and I run out of the pool room. While I open the metal door, water displaced by my wave gets through the door, into the building.
Now I am in the buildings corridor and I realize I am in underwear.
More people start to appear down the corridor, this time they are family.
I don’t want to be seen in underwear and I desperately talk to the security guard to open the elevator door. He is sitting across a typical security desk and acts indifferently. He finally agrees to open in very slowly.
I’m impatient.
I wake up. I see the clock; it’s 04h35.

I was on my way from school but I went a long way round. I thought my cat wouldn't follow me if I chose this way(I didn't even knew if my cat was at home or somewhere else ). A classmate asked me why I go this long way, then he said something about a house which was near mine. Later we seperated but I don't remember arriving at home.

Face Transplant

A guy was talking to a doc thinking he was in private. It was a futuristic doctors office with clear walls, but it was sound proof. The only thing was, the room had a recording device in it, and everything this patient would say was transmitted through every other room.

At first, I don't know what the patient was in for. The patient was explaining why something should be a certain way and he was a genius telling the doc all these details about the company. The details were important because it was his support for whatever he was explaining.

The doc was smiling because he knew the patient was a genius, and it was a joy to listen to such a sharp mind think. The guy was rattling off support for his argument with information few people would know. The facts he was rattling off were bullshit like water being poured into different glasses and some such, but in the dream it was really good support for his argument.

During the patients explanation, I saw a doc or a michine sewing up a cube of a blue sticky substance. It was as though it had been injured and a futuristic sewing job was taking place. Three needles came down and went just belowe the surface of this substance. the needles were guided buy a lazer or something.

Now the patient in this one docs room is talking to the doc about getting a face transplant. He had already had one transplant to get a nice face. Now he wanted his old face even though it was the ugliest face in the world. The reason is what he was explaining to the doc the whole time.

The company was part his. There was some new technology, but with his new face, the partners wouldn't pay him. It was as though he was someone else. His 2nd surgery would put him back into his old face with hair like an old American aristocrat wig.

It was supposed to be bad that everyone could hear what the patient was saying, but as he told of his plan to have the transplant, it became unimportant because nobody could trick him out of the money from his invention.

Google Lightning

I was sitting in a job interview with another guy. We were waiting to be interviewed, but the other guy was being told he could go home and wasn't going to get the job. He may have already had his interview.

This other guy started making square bowl type shapes out of aluminum foil which he adhered to a protuberance on the ceiling. He put the foil over very particular spots which he said would short something out.

He explained there was a wet screw on the roof that would draw lightning, and when the lightning struck, the electricity would be drawn down to the foil bowls and short out something in the company which had something to do with Google.

Someone was going to fix the problem as it was on the roof, but all of a sudden it was me up on the roof trying to fix the problem. I saw a pole on a wet flooded roof and it was secured some weird way or something. I had to knock it over to disconnect the metal, but I said Fuck THAT as the roof was flooded, and I was standing in it in a lightning storm.

I ran away off the building, and now I'm with a couple friends M. S. and someone else having drinks and smoking some stuff. At first I was only drinking. M. and some girl were smoking like crazy. I decided to take a hit (which I don't do iwl). I took a pipe which was basically melting. I had to hit this pipe where as I hit it, heating it up, the pipe melted and I got this molten ceramic in my mouth. It didn't even have the intended effect, but it was cool to dream.

Then we were in a bar of sorts. Some stuff happened, we left, and then I realized I was missing my wallet. I told a friend who was now a fictitious person. I told him what happened and he said, Do you know how to roll?" He meant how to run away and deal with people shooting at me. I told him yes. He said to go with him, so I did.

We were going to go back into the bar and find out who had my wallet. As we went back to the bar, we went through an elaborate slide. It was like tubes in a water park, except they were metal and there was no water. At some points it was just a flat surface. There were two black guys shooting at each other and we had to avoid their bullets.

Once we got past them, we were outside. Now one of those guys was shooting at us. Batman was with me now. He shot a web like Spiderman, except that it was a slide that came from his wrist. I thought it was ridiculous that he would be able to produces this slide, but since I had to get away from the shooter, I followed his lead and jumped on.

The slide was made out of recycled rubber chips. It was gray, and water was flowing in it. The water helped you move on your stomach to get away from the bad guys without exposing yourself to their bullets. The way the slide was laid out, you could go different ways on the slide making it even harder for the bad guys to hit you. Around one curve there was grass growing around a curve. It was so stupid that this could come from Batmans wrist, but It all worked so well.

The End

Lightning is 5x hotter than the sun.
It is 11:09 PM.

Clearness: Quite clear, but I remember only a few parts clearly.
Vividness: Moderately vivid.
Realism: Strange mixture of 8-bit video game and realistic, detailed scenes.
Mood: Fun.
Lucid: No.

There are two things I dream about the most: Either video games, often Final Fantasy, or public transport vehicles, often trains.
This dream was kinda special in that it featured both FF and trains as the main subject.
The dream mainly consisted of SNES tile map visuals, with 8-bit NES music and sounds.

There was probably some more stuff going on before this part, but as far as I can remember, it started at the platform of a big train station, with the screen centered on the rail. I could go to the left and to the right.
I went to explore to the right, and the next screen was suddenly a highly detailed 1st person view on a broad rail way with multiple rails, each of them forking in various directions. I found it a strangely beautiful sight (who knows, maybe there is a hidden fascination for trains and railways inside me? ).
I went back to the first screen, and went to explore to the left, but just as I was about to enter the screen to the left, I stood still and a little "cutscene" with a train arriving from the left occurred. The door opened, I got in, and the train departed.

On the train there were various NPC's but I couldn't talk to em. Yet, somehow, I knew my quest at this point, which is to defeat 5 progressively difficult bosses who are located at the front of certain trains, including this one. I went to the front and interacted with the train driver. A small conversation happened and a battle initiated, which suddenly looked rather FF7-esque (the FF7 boss theme was playing too), and I wasn't fighting the train driver, but some sort of spider-like creature.
I can't recall the battle itself, nor when I won it, but somehow I just... know that I did. So when I did, I arrived at a new location, I can't remember much about it, but I met Bugenhagen.
A while later I went on a train again, fought a stronger boss, and arrived at a new location again.

This location was snowy and it contained a small shelter. I went in and talked to the person inside, who was my little cousin. He said there was going to be an "invasion" tonight (no particular details), and I had to help fortify the shelter with snow before the timer ran out.
This was basically a minigame where I had to interact with snow tiles to break em, pick em up, and move em so that they surrounded the shelter (probably a slight minecraft element here). I succeeded, went in, and another highly detailed 1st person scene occurred.
It was dark inside, a few candles were burning, and we heard the unidentified "invasion" coming (it was a bit like an earthquake). My cousin began to panic and scream, and after a while his screaming annoyed me tremendously.

Oh, and at some point in the dream, but I can't exactly tell when, I was following a long railway on a mountain on foot at sunset; also a very beautiful sight. (Sometimes I get beautiful moments like this in dreams, which makes me wish I was any good at painting )

Hmm... there was probably some more after this, but not much I think. So I didn't manage to complete the main quest before waking up. :<