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I only remember small fragments of this dream!

Basically I want to go to the movies with my friends, but throughout the dream things keep haulting our progress to get my goal done. And I never accomplish it either...
I remember this guy was trying to shock we to death at one point, and we got popcorn a few minutes later but still couldn't get into the movies...

I'm seeing a trend in my dreams, last night I was part of around 6 people released from prison, the prisoners were going crazy as we were being led to the doors, it took ages to get out, as we were being held back I realized I could be dreaming so I do a RC to confirm. Now im out with 1 of the others, I'm lucid too but again just following the dream, there's a huge screen with game playing, there's a map and lots of dots moving really fast, I ask the other guy what they are, he tells me it's the others and they're being chased down by the cops again, he tells me to touch the screen then take the helicopter, but says it's hard to fly. I manage to fly it to the scene and land on top of a hill. When I jump out there's all my work colleagues all sat on top of this hill watching the action below, I sit with them and tell them it isn't real, they all say I'm stupid so I grab my thumb and pull it so it stretches about 2 foot long, they just looked shocked, the dream became much clearer too, however it didn't last much longer. I woke up, took the dog out then went back to bed to try a WILD, it didn't work.

Ok this was my first succesfull attempt on somewhat controling my dreams. the night before i thought to myself: ok so what would be easy to do? then i realized cheating at a game would be the easiest thing to materialize. so that night i dreamt i was a soilder in a war (the generic cameo wearing one) and started getting shot at by a bunch of guys. i looked at my hands and realized i was dreaming. all i had to do was fly around with a giant machine gun and i killed them all (no gore) after a while i realized i had other powers such as fireballs. once i just yelled and a sonic boom sent enemies flying. The rest of the dream goes on with things like this. i would recomend trying this for beginers since its easier to think up super powers than a whole setting

Still recovering from New Years. Frags about drumming and a woman named "Flordam".

02.01.2012

1/2/12 (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Dream 1:

I'm inside of a Middle School,and it looks a lot like Thornton Middle School. I'm heading towards the cafeteria, and I see a lot of DCs. I was a bit shy at first because of so many people at once.

I was looking for a seat, but it was hard finding one since so many people were concealing the vacant ones. I saw a DC standing near the stage (the cafeteria in Thornton Middle School had a stage for Theater arts too) who looked similar to the Assistant Principal I had in Thornton Middle School. (I can't recall his real name, but apparently he used to be a Science teacher that was really good at teaching before he became an Assistant Principal).

(This isn't the exact stage, it was a little wider, but it's close enough)


I find a vacant seat, and it even looks like it's just for me. The location of it is similar to the seat I used to take all the time during my last year in Thornton Middle School.



(In waking life, the Assistant Principals or some teacher on the stage would tell a specific section (like Group 1 would be the right side of the cafeteria and so on) that they could go get their meals (and it wasn't based off of chronological order, the groups had to be ready to eat and have any mess from prior lunch periods cleaned to go (this really caused some funny stuff to happen since everyone would work really fast to clean the tables and be quiet (since any loud tables would probably go last).

I pondered whether or not if the section I was sitting at would be able to go, but it seemed that I came to lunch late since everyone from every section was already eating.

So from the seat that I was sitting at, to keep it vacant, I decided to put some things on the seat. (can't recall what, but it was something to keep people from hogging my seat, and back then, people were really desperate to find good seats for their friends, since you wouldn't want to be the one who sat alone with a bunch of random people)

(For me, that was an issue because when I sat alone or just sat with random people I didn't know, my mind would suddenly think who would look at me. At the time, I really started to get paranoid, but I now I realized it was just a silly thing to worry about as a child....see how gregarious we are? It's like if we don't have a modicum of social content with others, we just go ballistic...at least for me, even though I really made little friend in Middle School).

Enough of these pointless explanations, but they do have a point for giving you the atmosphere of this dream (panicking etc.)

I looked at the Assistant Principal on the stage, but he didn't look like he was going to call a section to go to the area to order lunch, so I walk forward to the hallway and see one random DC, which I believed was black, trying to hide from the Assistant Principal.

I look at him with a surprised visage and speculated on why he would constantly check to see if the Assistant Principal found him or not. Eventually I just ignored him and headed left to get into the section to buy some food.

The structure was pretty much the same as it was in Thornton Middle School. There were different sections spread out like the Pizza Area, Side Order Area, Regular Lunch, etc. (It was to avoid clutter and make things more convenient since lines were still pretty long on certain days (like the days when Popcorn Shrimp and Peace Cobbler were served)).



There wasn't a long line because I came in a little late, so I go up and let the servers give me what was apparent for the section I was in. I said "Thank you" and headed towards other sections. I found that they were offering Cinnamon buns, with the icing inside of a plastic package.



The buns were in a package as well with the icing, and you had to tear one part off (don't know why they couldn't have split them apart to make things easier, but I guess that's just the abstract nature of dreaming to cause some inconvenience.

After I was done with choosing, I go up to the area to pay and I took out my debit card (RIGHT THERE! I don't know how the hell I couldn't tell I was in a dream! I mean seriously Link....debit card when you're having a dream of MIDDLE SCHOOL? ). The DC that was at the cash register looked EXACTLY like my Pre-Calculus teacher who was named Mr. Schultz (this was one of those names you had to be careful pronouncing, since everyone would sound like they were going to spit saying it LOL; and apparently there were people who said "Sluts" in waking life too XD).



While I was getting ready to pay with the Debit card, I told the DC, "Hey Mr. Schultz!" He replies with a questionable tone, "Wait what did you say?" I thought I said his name wrong and started to worry. Then I came back to myself and said his name again.

I swipe my card and it asked for a pin. (You seriously have to be sh***ing me! Asking me for a PIN in a dream??)

I was pondering if the pin was "1583" at first or if it was "1683." I almost typed the first thought, but then I thought that I should go for the second one instead. I had trouble inputting the pin, and it was really started to piss me off. (since I didn't wake up AND get up before a REM period in waking life to go back with some logic)

When I tried to enter the pin again, sometimes the machine didn't pick up what I pressed, so I had to clear it again and press really hard for that number. Then I find myself forgetting to press hard on ALL numbers, so I had to clear it a few more times before it finally said that the process has be verified.

While I was doing that, I had that feeling that someone was watching me (when you were at the cash register, you could see everyone eating if you just turn your head right). Out of all the DCs, I catch a BLONDE DC (dream sign of mine) looking at me, but she quickly went back into conversation with her friends.

(You know how someone who likes you or just wants to look at you just stares at you and continues to do so when you're not looking back? Yeah it was like that. It was as if she was daydreaming or something for those few seconds before I looked back at her).

She looked a lot like the girl on the Freshmen Tennis team at Mayde Creek High School named Sarah.

Spoiler for Click here for a little insight on Sarah:

(She was one of those girls that I could easily tell liked me, because she would make rare compliments compared to the other girls on the team like "Nice haircut!" or something to get my attention).

(And this isn't me being cocky or anything, but anyone with a competence of a shovel could tell she liked me in waking life. But I was a senior at the time in waking life when she came to the school in waking life, so I couldn't really do anything but just try to ignore what she said. And she was really beautiful (naturally too, which was rare in that school))).

Anyway, once I was finished buying my meal, I head out to go back to the seat I left vacant for myself (It was convienently located in the middle of a few DCs where I wouldn't be worrying if others were looking at me since I'll have people to talk to).


That's all I remember for that.

I was in a library reading manga. It was really crowded. I remember my mom was there too.
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I was in my dad's house, and there was a huge fly, about the size of a tangerine, flying around the house. I took shelter in the bathroom to try and think of a way to kill it.
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I was on a school trip. We went to... A school. My old language arts teacher was in charge of my group. She was going to teach us programming. I had my own laptop with me, so I didn't have to use the school ones. After I took it out, it was already time to go. I put it back in the case and was walking out the door when I realized it wasn't my case. I looked around the room for my case and eventually found it. I slipped my laptop in and exited the classroom. I decided to go home, because there was only a little bit of the day left once I get back to school anyway. I appeared in my house and turned on the TV. I sat on a bed and the room was completely dark. I was watching nichijou with English subs. I decided to check what was on funimation, but realized I was already watching funimation, because no other channel could be playing anime.

Dear Journal,
Lately I havent been dreaming. For the past four nights and two naps I havent been able to dream. Hopefully the streak will end. Gonna try to eat some peanut butter, maybe thatll help. talk to you soon.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

My female friend H and I were in a mall at night. We were in one of the department stores. I think we wanted to head out of the mall.

We knew the exit we were at didn't lead to the section of the parking lot where our car was. But we didn't know what exit of the mall would lead us to our car.

But for some reason we were heading for the exit at the end of this department store, anyway. We walked out a double set of sliding glass doors.

As we passed between the two doors, a policeman, not a security guard, passed in front of us. He was a couple inches taller than I, kind of muscly, black, with lightish skin, and very short hair. He seemed to be trying to bully us or hustle us a little as he passed us.

The cop passed through the second set of doors, and we followed. After the cop got a couple meters away from the exit he turned around and did something like a sly, little look at us -- at me in particular, like he thought I was some sort of troublemaker.

I thought, Oh, god, I'm getting singled out all over again. The cop walked away. But I felt like I was going to get targeted for more harrassment.

I knew H and I had walked out the wrong exit of the mall. I knew the easiest thing to do would be to go back into the mall, straight through the mall, and to the correct exit.

But I felt like if the cop already had me singled out as a troublemaker, he'd probably either head back into the mall and harrass me or contact his cop friends and have them harrass me, if he saw me head back into the mall. So I figured the smartest thing to do would just be to walk all the way around the outside of the mall until H and I found our car.

Dream #2

I was sitting at a table in a food court area that kind of looked like the dining section at the student union of my old university. But this food court was either part of a mall or an airport -- or both.

There was one big area of seats, then a wide walkway, then another big area of seats. Both seating areas and the walkway were busy with people, all rushing all over the place.

I sat at a table full of people, mostly adults in their forties or fifties. But, off to my left, I saw somebody, maybe one of my old psychiatrists, sitting at another table.

I didn't want her to get up and hurry away before I got to talk to her. So I ran to her table. But when I got to the table, she was gone. But I felt like she was probably going to return. It was now like we were scheduled to meet. So I figured I'd sit here and wait for her -- so this time I wouldn't miss her.

But I realized I'd left my backpack (a huge, tall backpack!) at the previous table. So I got up and ran over to pick that up.

For some reason, I was now kind of wandering around in the seating area. I seemed to be upset with my most recent psychiatrist. I had feelings about her that were the same as IWL -- I felt like she neglected my deeper psychological issues all the time, always looking for a quick fix and easy way out -- to save herself the trouble of work.

For some reason, I felt like I finally needed to just complain to somebody about her. For a moment I may have complained to the psychiatrist I'd seen sitting at the table -- somehow. But that psychiatrist was now gone.

But now I saw my most recent psychiatrist's "boss," sitting in an armchair in a section of hallway after the seating area across the walkway from me. I went up to this woman and either sat in an armchair right next to hers, or knelt beside the woman's armchair.

The woman looked like Susan Seaforth, who played Julie Horton on Days of Our Lives, from around the time period of the late 1970s.



I either told the woman that I wanted to complain about my psychiatrist, or I just began complaining to her about my psychiatrist.

The woman listened to me for a moment. She then said that she understood what I was talking about. But she had to go take care of some business. When she got finished, she'd come back to me. I could tell her the rest of my story. And she could figure out what to do in response.

But I think this woman's "business" was to catch a flight. I'm pretty sure she even had luggage with her. It didn't register with me then -- but -- how long was I supposed to wait?

Dream #3

It was daytime. I was out on a wide, shallow, stone staircase with a lot of people. We all stood up near the top, near a whole wall of glass doors that looked in on a comparatively dark lobby. It was like we were all assembled out here for a photo.

I was playing some kind of important part in whatever proceedings we were all a part of. But there were these two really hot, young women right next to me. One of them, even though she was a really hot, young woman, may have been one of my friends' mothers.

The two hot girls began kissing each other. First they were just giving each other mild, quick, closed-mouth kisses. But then, either because I wasn't reacting much or because I actually was paying attention to them, they began to give each other slower kisses.

I was pretty aroused by this. The two girls kind of fed on my arousal and began giving each other open-mouthed kisses. They even kind of sunk down a bit, almost kneeling on the ground with each other. They may have been wearing wedding dresses, as if they were going to marry each other.

Now the young women opened their mouths slightly and began slowly sliding their tongues back and forth into each others' mouths. This was too much for me to handle.

The girls stood back up and were almost right in my face. So, even though I didn't want to start kissing my friend's mom, I just crept my face a bit closer. I began working my tongue in there a bit.

I was trying to get my tongue in there in the least intrusive way that I could. I was really turned on by the girls' lesbian kissing. I didn't want it to turn into straight kissing. I just wanted to get a little bit of the lesbian erotic energy on my own tongue.

I have recently been having a dream in which I enter through a round portal into another world. I live in this world all night long. I am still me but I do a different job there. My loved ones are there also with different names. There are small creatures there like rabbits or squirrels with human facial features and they talk. They are part of the society, not animals. When I wake up I am tired. When I am dreaming I am completely asleep. The details of that world are very clear to me. Everything is better there. When I wake up I actually go back through the portal beforehand.

I'm back...I have a yearlong journal in the grandfathered section and my resolution in new years was to do another year long one straight.

Mummy in the florida keys

It was like I was coming back to college ut instead, I was going to college in the swamp lands of florida. It was weird because I would frequently see an aerial view of the neighborhood I was living in when talking about it. I spent most of my time in the airport with other kids who were going to do the same program that I was in. When I got t the the airport, I first met one girl, slightly chubby with blonde frizzy hair, who was going to my same program. Soon a lot of other kids started started gathering who were going to the same thing.

In the library (another section of the airport around the gate), there were many sets of shelves, one of them seemed to belong to me in a past experience with the program. My stuff was scattered to the ground and thrown all over the place. I was pretty mad and I was spending a lot of time trying to find a small paperback book with a blood red cover with a black boy on it. Instead, all the books that I could find were other paperbacks, most memorably, a Redwall book like the ones I used to read when I was younger. There were 2 black boys and one tan white girl, all about 16 standing around and chatting around my shelf. It was them who had messed up all of my stuff. I got really mad at them and punch one of them but then I cooled down. He was still really mad at me so I let him punch my arm a couple times until he cooled down too. Then I told them that there was gonna be a mummy where I was living. The girl was instantly interested and one of the boys, a shorter bald kid who kinda looked like an older version of the boy in Role Models said that because i was telling these interesting stories, the girl was gonna be in love with me. This was true and she wouldn't stop following me around.

the aerial view of the neighborhood that I was living in was interesting. It had a couple of houses painted in interesting tropical houses. A lot of the land was covered in water and the houses were mostly connected by dry sand patches in between the land. There was a bridge made of giant pink stones and covering it was a giant light house.

Dirty Train

This one was inspired by the movie metropia, an interesting movie but I was tired and fell asleep during it after I wrote the first half of this entry.

I was on this strange train thing but I was in this very big grungy kinda really dirty room. the room had a couple couches and a lot of young 20 something girls, mostly tanned white but some middle eastern, yes all pretty attractive, but meant to look like they had been working really hard. They were all rebels against their big brother of a government. We were getting into the station and they did this massive cleaning up of their room to hide all of their contraband for when the government worker would come in and inspect it. This was amazing because it featured a giant garage door esque thing that scraped across the floor and very thing that was beyond view kind of disappeared...i can't really describe it right now. So when the room (a room about 30'x30' or maybe a little bigger, metal walls floor and ceiling, was scraped clean we moved back in the couches and added some fold-able tables to fill the space. I was also walking around and I noticed that we had a window at the front of the cart so that we could look out at the tunnel that we were traveling down. I walked out of the giant room and down a hall toward the front of the train (which shouldn't have been there because the window in our room was the front. I noticed that our window actually pointed into a weird sweatshop esque room. I ran back to my room and was yelling about the window, which was now covered in a blind, about how it should not be able to look to the front because there was another room there. This is when I became lucid but it wasn't that big of a deal for some reason. I kind of just brushed passed that. The girls wondered what I meant and lifted the blind and showed the room I was talking about but they said that it had never shown the front of the train...Finally we came to a stop and were about to be inspected. There was one guy who was the inspector guy. He looked like jason stathom but a little skinnier from not eating well. He inspected the room.

Earlier in the dream, i just didn't know how to connect the 2 incidences, we were walking around this strange place, before the train, and I noticed that all the workers (all male), were bald with silvery grey skin. One of the silver guys asked me if he had something on his cheek. I laughed really hard and said that yes, he had large smudges all over his right cheek that looked like different color oil stains, like brown, yellow, and other food-ish like product.

Later back when we were on the train, I asked one of the girls how the people became grey and she said they get that way after they disrespect the government. Each one of those splotches on the cheek (this detail a little fuzzy) was a mark after one of your family members was killed for punishment from your behavior. I was so sad because I had laughed at this guy earlier.

So like I said, everything was inspected and we passed. I started walking around, still lucid but taking it for granted, and looking at all the people. It was really cool and I suddenly noticed once more...hey, why is this dream taking so long. Then I remembered, "duh, dreams just last longer when you're lucid!" At that moment I was walking passed a black middle aged guy and stared at him with a funny face as I walked by to amuse myself. He looked confused. Once again, I stopped myself and realized, Whoa, lucid, gotta do something with this! I realized that I didn't have any shoes on so the first thing I did was try to imagine the feeling of shoes on my feet instead. I didn't try for too long and I just quit that. The next thing I did was went to this ledge thing which was the ledge of a stairway, one of the kinds of stair ways where it looked like it wasn't connected to a wall...crap I'm sucking at explaining things right now. (somehow it wasn't a train I was on anymore I guess) Anyway, I started to try to jump up on it and grab the ledge but I wasn't jumping higher and my grip was extra slippery. I regain composure, "come on, you're lucid, just make yourself jump higher." I gave a couple more pushes with the same result.

I looked behind me and the agent inspector guy was there and he was pissed, I was breaking some rule or something. We got into an intense fight (I was thankfully ok at that in my dream) but he still kicked my ass and tackled me to the ground, pinning my head down and sitting on my back. He said something about me doing something wrong and disrespecting him so he took away (the gov could do this) my access to some webpages and made my facebook less powerful (evidently it had some cool power to take away).

Another Train (FRAG)

took another nap...

Just a fragment but I was on a train, regular size this time, and I was with one really fat white woman and probably 2 other skinny women. I remember vaguely the fat one talking about breast feeding and she took out her breast. Some other stupid stuff...

Side Notes
I attempted to use Yuppie's DEILD techique to go lucid. I failed as I woke up out of the dream as I thought it was morning. Turned out it was 2am and I didn't get back to sleep well. This dream felt so long.

Dream
I walked out as Randy Orton on the stage of RAW. I almost looked like a videogame version of Orton. I started speaking about equal chances for wrestlers to get shots at titles and I think Trish Stratus came out behind as I was speaking.

The dream then cuts to a travel bus with WWE Divas doing each others hair in front of mirrors like it was a salon. Hornswoggle came out of the floor (more or less) and scared them all.

Then it cut back to me and then to the Divas.

I was in what seemed to be my childhood bedroom, but it was amazing: stone-carved fountains, a spacious garden, and several aquariums with pets. I walked to the aquariums and saw that my snakes and lizards were alive, but that my cat was sleeping on the mesh screen above their cages. This caused the mesh to seep downwards, crowding the lizards and snakes. I thought to myself how careless I had been in maintaining and feeding my reptiles, and how lucky I was that they were still alive.

My mother and I then got into some sort of argument during a social event. My mother, myself, my husband, and several neighbors were all seated and having a conversation, but the tension between my mother and I was obvious. I tried to diffuse the tension and create peace (if not for the sake of my mother and I than for the others present) but to no avail: my mom was thirsty for blood.

I was at a bank with some friends and wanted to exchange some coins for notes and the person behind the counter wanted us to play some dumb game with a stamp that we put on our thumbs to help count how much there is.

As would be my luck, my first lucid is about the most disorganized dream I can remember. However, I've taken my thoughts and arranged them to what I believe is a semi-logical string of logic. Before that I would like to introduce our cast of DCs in this dream.

Forrest Gump- A movie I've never seen, but have heard of.
Shay- A girl in my class, I really don't like her
Emily- Also a girl in my class, but I DO like her
Ty- A guy who used to be in my class, but he transferred schools
Some kid- A DC of a small kid, he represents no one in reality.

I don't remember anything up until the point that I said "I'm DREAMING!?" At that point, I was in the hallways of a highschool. I can't verify whether or not it's my school, but that's not really relevent in this dream. A group of kids, like a HUGE group of kids, were going down the hallway, leaving me behind with the thought that I was dreaming. I saw this and walked to catch up. As I walked I thought, "I can't believe I finally did it! But, if I get too excited I'll wake up. Don't wake up, don't wake up, don't wake up!" And I didn't! Then I thought "I'll just go along with this dream and see how it plays out."

Then, we were out of the high school and in a giant wooden jungle gym in a real jungle! There I saw Ty. I said "Ty, long time no see?" He then shook my hand. Beside him was a kid I've never seen before, but Shay and Emily both claimed to know him.

Before long, we were out of the jungle gym. Well, I was at least. I ended up at Shay's house with Shay. I've never been to her house in reality, but apparently this was it. I was in her room, with her. Then we heard a voice, which I somehow knew was Forrest Gump's. "So," he said with an evil cackle, "Did you find the vagina in my maze??" "WHAAAAAAT!?!?!" I thought. "No." Shay replied. "Well," Forrest said, "Why don't you check this room?"

I quickly left the room, slamming the door behind me to prevent seeing what he was talking about. I then left the house and a scream from Shay sounded as I exited. I ignored it, and proceeded to walk through an apocalyptic town controlled by who I believed was Forrest Gump, but looked like Bayou Billy or Crocadile Dundee. "I've got to stop this...." I thought and the dream ended. So, in an odd way, I did end it I suppose.

I was in a kind of SC2 custom game and was a zealot. I was in a desert type of place, ran into more enemies (zombies?) than I could handle, so my friends came and helped me, but then I ran away using 'Blink' and left them there.
I accidentally chatted Rachel in the process, and said something.