I was woken by a series of phone calls and texts this morning, so I was unable to really get good dream recall. I usually rely on alarms to get me up at the correct time for remembering my dream. I'll work harder tonight to recall a few dreams. 12/22/2010 - Dream Fragment - Class I was in my dream classroom for my Revolutionary America class next semester. I'm not sure what building I was in, and I made up what the professor looks like in my head. I was woken up by a text message.
Real life Dream Lucid Nightmare Dream sign For me to remember, dreams are #067300, and lucid dreams are the color below blue, #4169e1. Nightmares are dark red, #8b0000, and dream signs are the light purple, which is up one and left one from blue, #483d8b. I have skipped like five lucid dreams due to my science project. Sorry guys. But in those dreams I mastered flying, and now I am getting better at attaining lucidity. I am having one or two lucid dreams every other day now. Messed up school dream I was at school. I understood it as my school, though it was nothing like my real school. There was no one there I recognized. The walls were blue and purple. I walked around. There were lots of people, a first in any dream I have encountered. I heard the bell and went to... gym class. I went to the gym teacher, who was outside the gym. The walls around him were white and there were a bunch of windows. The floor was light colored, finished wood. He had very short, straight blond hair. His face was tall, bony, and militant-looking. I suddenly realized that I don't take gym class. (I don't in real life) I panicked as the tardy bell rang. I needed to get to class! As I went down a bunch of stairs, it dawned on me that I had no idea what period I was supposed to be at, and couldn't even remember by schedule from real life for some reason. I must be dreaming. I swam through the air. (I am proficient in multiple methods of flying at this point) As I swam through the hallways, which were the same colors as near the gym. I looked around. Busy people were walking down the hallways. They didn't take it as strange that I was swimming through the hallways. I saw people with a pale dead body on a stretcher but decided to ignore them, since I knew if I got scared the dream might turn bad. I turned right. I was back in the purple-blue area I started in. I kept going forward. At a corner, there was a girl, who looked like a smaller, toddler version of Dora with normal human proportions. Her voice was much higher than Dora's. She beckoned me to come wither her through a door, but I sensed bad intentions inside her somehow. I turned right at the corner. The wall to the right of me was blue and flat. To the left was like a mixture of three quarters purple and a quarter magenta. It had a vertical texture that looked like paste with a fork waved through it. I noticed how the texture seemed blurry so I pulled glasses out of nowhere and put them on. Nothing. I took them off and remembered what I was supposed to do when I became lucid in the first place: I said "Increase clarity." Suddenly everything shifted to be as clear as real life, like focusing a camera. It was AMAZING. I had never thought that dreams could approach real life in realism until today. I could see sharper than ever. Note: I need to devote the next entire section to one action. I had an idea and I said "Supersensory!", but nothing happened. What I wanted to do was something I read in another dream journal (which I can't find anymore) where the author, inside one of his dreams, realized dreams are only projections onto dreamer's minds. The author figured out he could control what his senses experience. When he tried it, he didn't have to say anything, and suddenly he could see more colors than physically possible in real life. It sounds amazing! Nothing happened for me, but I'll keep trying. I started going back. But then I felt the dream cycle starting to end. Everything's colors smeared together and the dream ended. Strange video game dream I was playing this hard video game where all these red balls were bouncing around and you had to drag a certain ball to the exit without touching the bouncing ones. I became lucid at some point and beat it by dragging the ball straight to the exit, through several balls, knowing that since I was lucid I couldn't lose.
I am with a friend, this dream being near the most vivid I have had. We are walking along a road and my lady picks us up. She starts talking to me about a trip I am going to be taking... I find out the trip will be to Italy and I do not have a camera to take photos of the place i am going to then she says "here take this camera its yours" I turn it on and a picture of my grand mother pops up next to a boat that used to belong to my other grand parents, I realize its now my grand mother and say thanks and me and my friend are now out of the car. We appear at a local park and I am doing chin ups, the feeling of this is very real except my muscles were not getting fatigued it was kind of like being in water. then I meet 2 people one from a summer camp I worked at and the other from when I was 6 at a day care that used to look after me
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG SHARED 00:30 GMT Escaping attacker I’m locked in a room. Some guy comes in and tries to have forced sex with me. I knock him down, by hitting him on the head with something. I run out and escape by jumping/flying through the middle of the building’s staircase. Granddad I’m with my granddad. My boyfriend tells me he went for a walk with him, but he didn’t enjoy it., because my BF demanded that they hold hands. I think that’s embarrassing and I totally understand my granddad. He is not that mentally incapacitated and to prove it he asks me out of the blue how to print a scan of a receipt on its original size because the printer keeps printing it A4 size. I promise to teach him. 3:00 GMT Ambiguous new age healer My mom accompanies me to some new age therapy appointment. I am not interested at all, but the lady doctor has some very interesting crystal Buddha heads for sale. I go there a second time to check for prices and she nails me down to a second appointment. I find out this doctor has a darker side. First time she was all light and colourful, the second time she was dressed in dark and received some hard-core friends in her office. She interrupted the consultation to arrange some later rendez-vous with them. I use the break to call my mom and arrange a night-out at the movies with her. I guess she said no, because I end up going out to a restaurant with this doctor and her lady friends. She kinda mocks me for being vegetarian and asks me if at least I’ll have some eggs. I don’t like her attitude. Her friends ask if they later can go to her house – where apparently they’ve never been. Then we’re joined by my BF who brings along some Spanish friends. We share my food because supposedly there's no more food for them to eat. 5:30 GMT Room sharing My dad is sleeping in a bedroom in what seems my mom's home and me and my BF have to go to sleep on the same room, on a mattress on the floor. We try not to wake him up. He hears some noise and he wakes up slightly and glances quickly to check out what it is, but we hide not to wake him up even more. Then when he closes his eyes again, we lay down to sleep. Drugs and lesbians Over a long table on open air. A very cheerful group. I join them and fill up my plate with rice and sweet corn. Then some agents appear and want to arrest us all on the accusation we all have been smoking drugs. I ask which drug exactly and they say “mushrooms with mint”. Oh, that must be nice! I did see one guy smoking a pipe, but that was all. I leave the table for some reason and when I come back they are talking about me. Apparently my alibi is that I wasn’t around when the actual drug smoking took place, because I was having sex with a girl on some room inside the house. I’m shocked! I was indeed with that girl, but we had merely been studying. I then recalled that we had previously met on the hallway two other beautiful girls who were assuming their relationship for the first time and I had given them my blessing. Apparently that was enough to classify me as a lesbian to. But hey, as long as it kept me out of prison... Talent competition Later, we’re gathered in a kind of gym, where some competition is going on. We’re not participating, but watching from a higher platform with no rails to lean against. I feel vertigo and I lay down on the floor so not to fall as I watch it. Contestants are showing their varied talents, from acrobatics, to hoola hoops to dancing. From the first round of contestants, the winner is my friend Evangelion on hoola hoops. That’s funny, because he is so tall and slim, he looks simply hilarious doing it. Then I realise this is stupid, my fear of heights. After all I can fly! Why would I feel vertigo? I start getting lucid although a bit flickering sometimes. I decide to fly down there and show my ability and maybe win something. I fly several times around the salon at high-speed. Everybody seems very impressed. I hear some comments that such and such guy can also fly, but not as good as me, he more like swims through the air. Yeah, I know, many people do. I win this competition round but I refuse to keep the award to myself. There’s a little dog on a tiny wheelchair, which is sick from AIDS (silly...) and I dedicate my award to him. Mage Then a sort of mage appears and since I’m so good at putting a show, he defies me to come along with him to help him out with saving the world. I follow him and outside the world seems to have gone nuts. Tornadoes everywhere sucking houses into the sky, water torrents flooding streets and dragging rocks the size of a car, a really dark sky, but the next second all goes back to normal. I don’t know what’s going on, but I fly bullet like after this guy, wherever he is taking me. I then stop when I see the most strange thing: Frozen and hovering on air are two pigeons: one in upper position and the other upside down, both with their wings open as if they were flying when they got frozen, but grabbing each other by their claws. The mage and some other younger guy who appears at that moment, tell me to forget what I saw and not mention it to anybody. And I “ask what exactly shouldn’t I mention to people? “. He replies “That the laws of physics no longer apply.” And I ask if the fact we are flying around in the open didn’t show that obvious fact already. City strolling Still lucid but with a gap in dream recall, I then find myself strolling in a city like Paris, with my BF and my mom. I literally hop around, feeling very happy. I guess I helped save the world somehow and all is glowing in a golden light. It’s all so colourful and cozy. All the people look like friendly characters with round faces. The colours and shapes of buildings and banners announcing fresh bread and antiques are just lovely. My mom and BF call me, because I’m staying behind. I am trying to recall how I got there, but before I do, I wake up. 7:30 GMT
22.12.2010My first dream that I remember. (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID The two monster girls (Non-lucid Dream) I was at some sort of military outpost. There was an outbreak, but I'm not completely sure what kind of outbreak it was. I went out of the military outpost, and there were big alarm lights flashing everywhere on the roofs of several skyscrapers. The sky was red. Suddenly, two female monsters (adult size) came chasing after me. They had these huge blades instead of arms. If you've ever heard of, or played a game called "Prototype", you'd know what I'm talking about. I thought that they were going after me, but instead the were fighting each other. They didn't really do anything, but then some guys guy in hazmat suits came over to me and said that they needed to distract the two monsters. They yelled after one of the girls, and she attacked them. In one swipe she cut the heads off of all the soldiers. She went back to me and was about to cut off MY head! Then I woke up, sweating like a pig. Meds used: B5, B6 and B12 supplements.
Updated 12-22-2010 at 08:39 PM by 37977
non-dream non-lucid lucid I had a lucid dream last night!! I'm so happpyyy!! I was in church. The lights were dimmer for some reason. I saw up on stage Skillet. They were singing The Older I Get and I stood up like everyone else to join in. Then I saw Korey (she's from Skillet) on the right side of the stage. I waved to her and she waved back. Then I turned to my mom, "Korey just waved to me!" Then suddenly I thought, "Hey, when did I get here? Why is Skillet here anyways? Am I dreaming?!" Then I did an RC (the plugged nose one) and it proved I was dreaming. I started hopping up and down. I was so happy. Then I remembered that I shouldnt get too hyper or I might wake up. So I calmed down a bit. Then I ran down the aisles and jumped into the air. No one noticed, but even if they had, I wouldn't have cared. I floated in mid-air for a little while, then crashed back down. I was annoyed. I had wanted to fly, but then I saw the windows, it was dark outside. I closed my eyes tightly and said "make it light" a few times. Then I opened my eyes, It was still dark, but not as much. So I was pretty happy. Then I ran out of the sanctuary and I was running so fast I thought that surely I would fly. So I jumped, stayed in the air about 20 seconds, then came back down. I didn't crash that time, but I still didn't fly for as long as I wanted to. Then I felt myself waking up. Seeing as this was my first Lucid Dream (since I was like...5) I allowed it to end. I was satisfied. So now I'm really happy and I'm confident now that I can do it. I may not do it every night, but atleast I now know I can do it! I am so happy that I did it! Thanks to everyone who helped me out!!
I was at school. I was in some sort of room, waiting for something. JO was sitting across the small room. There were a few others there, I think my mother included. I said something to him, and just stared him in the eyes. I ended up in front of him. I ran my fingers through his hair and just stared at him. And eventually I kissed the top of his head, and we just held each other. Some time passed, and I don't remember exactly what happened, but we ended up outside. We were looking at some sort of rink that seemed to be covered in a bouncy castle. There was some fair of sorts at the school. We went back inside, and then we heard some sort of dilemma. As we looking outside, the bouncy castle had been deflated and ripped in the middle, and fireworks were coming out of it. "Some moron was using fireworks in there," I muttered with a bit of a laugh. I ended up inside with him again. We were in a quaint little lodge, in a tiny room with a small bed. JO was lying on it, sprawled out with only his socks and underwear on. I took off my socks and pants, leaving a purple shirt on, and then climbed in. I just lay there and hugged him and kissed his head. Somehow we got onto a conversation about my boobs, but this dream ended here. --- I was with some people. We were looking for something I think, and we were near RA field. There was apparently some barn with foster animals there, so we decided to go visit it. When we got there, there were some people helping out, and many stray cats. I was handed some sort of pamphlet that had instructions on making breast milk come out of your breasts. I read the instructions, and they were sure strange; one of them included eating raw eggs. I wondered why the hell she was giving this to me, but I shrugged it off. Then I was back in the hallway of what was apparently my school (thought it was more like a hallway leading to a bedroom). I was about to sleep on a windowledge when a girl, seemingly LO, came barging around the hallway. It was a bit crazy already, and she just took it to the next level. She started dancing around and screaming. Then the whole breast milk thing came in; she grabbed her breasts out of her shirt and yelled, "DAMN I WISH THESE WERE BIGGER!!!!!!". Then she squeezed milk out of them and shot them like guns (I kid you not). I wondered how big she would want them, since they were already pretty huge. I was then in some giant chamber, much like a part of a TR game that I played a really long time ago. I had gotten stuck in this spot in the game. It was a big blueish rocky room with random broken pillars in the middle of it. The only difference was that I had some sort of elevator thing that could be controlled by my weight. Apparently we were supposed to have a band practice in the upstairs part. I asked the teachers if that was so, but they wouldn't give me a clear response. I started to gripe about how I would have such a hard time getting my instrument up there. Eventually I went on that little elevator, just to see what was at the top. When I lifted my weight a bit, the elevator would go up, and if I stood heavily on it, it would drop down. The thing seemed to be made of paper. I seemed to have needed to wait a bit at the top for some reason, and I stood there, juggling my weight. Eventually I ended up at the top. Somehow it became art class, even though Mrs. BN and Mrs. BT were there. We were about to start. Someone was beside me and Mrs. BT asked if he was a good artist. I then looked for my sketchbook and realized that I didn't have my bag with me. I asked if I could go get it. I rushed downstairs, and back to that room I had attempted to sleep in. There were a bunch of fridges and cabinets now. I looked high and low for my sketchbook, but could not find it. I looked into one of the fridges, and there were books in it for some reason (most notably a series that caught my eye, called "The Asian Kid". Creative name no? It had a fancy blue cover with a picture of some asian boy on it). There were also numerous yellow books. I gave up looking in that room and rushed backed to the "art class" to check if it was somewhere there. It wasn't, and I was getting annoyed. I then woke up to realize that my sketchbook was safely resting on my computer table. --- I was in that room again, lying on a large bed, trying to sleep it seemed. I was hoping that JO would come back, but instead I had random girls lying on the bed with me (to my disappointment). --- I was somewhere, sort of cuddling with some people, I think. I think I might have been lucid, but can't remember it well. I was trying to "turn" the people in other people. But it was one of those situations where I'm sort of half dreaming, about to wake up. I want them to change, and hoping the looking away from them will change them. But they won't change. And if I closed my eyes, then I would end up waking up. I ended up closing my eyes. Damnit.
I'm in school again, except I'm my real age, 47. None of the other students know this, though, and if the teachers know it they don't care, so I get no special treatment. As usual, I have trouble finding the classrooms. If I'm late for history class or haven't done my homework, which is usual, I skip the class. In fact, I skip history the whole semester. I usually skip gym, too, because it's first thing in the morning and, well, I'd rather be at Starbucks. (Who in the world expects a 47-year-old to perform well in a high school gym class anyway??) I get my report card, with As and Bs in everything except history and gym. History is a B based on the final exam, for which I just had to read the textbook, but it's marked down to a D because you lose one mark for every class missed or late, up to two grades down. As I'm reading this at home with my sister and parents present (and I'm still 47), I remark, "You know, I'm 47 and I already have a Master's degree. These marks don't even matter because the school board already has my marks from 1981. This year is just filler anyway until I can arrange to be in a university-level film production program. Why should I even worry about it?" Everyone agrees. This is a recurring dream. History and gym are usually the subjects failed. Also, the term "filler" might have come from my having cooked a tofu fake-egg-salad sandwich for my mom's lunch yesterday and explained to her about tofu being best used as tasteless "filler", for texture and for a vegan to get a full protein serving with all the amino acids and much fewer calories. (She had been grossed out by the idea of tofu until I'd explained this. Tofu is disgusting, to vegans too, if you eat it unprepared. It absorbs the flavour of whatever you cook or marinate it in.) But.... How did "filler" in that context translate over to "filler" for the high school year I'm usually repeating in my recurring dream? Those are two totally different meanings, and that's a big conceptual jump!
Updated 12-22-2010 at 05:07 PM by 40054 (for spelling)
In which I explain the difficulties with getting PIO status in India to my brother-in-law... My brother-in-law and I are sitting in his living room. I'm telling him how the Indian government has changed their tourist visa laws. Used to be, you got a long-term tourist visa that allowed you to stay in the country for 180 days at a time. After that, you had to cross over to Nepal or some place for a day and then come back into India to continue another 180 days. Now, that option is no longer available and a tourist must stay out of the country for a longer period of time between 180 day spurts. He argues that the government has created this rule because so many people were living in the country on tourist visas by taking advantage of this system. "Lots of burnt out hippies are just hopping the border twice a year and living here indefinitely." I acknowledge that this is true, but I argue that if the bureaucracy were not so corrupt then such a thing wouldn't be necessary for many people. For example, I'm fully eligible for residency PIO status, have all the appropriate paperwork and paid all the necessary fees and yet my application was caught up in the inefficient system. I spent days running between FRRO and immigration offices only to deal with one "stone-walling babu" after another. Eventually it just became easier to remain on a tourist visa and take a biannual trip to Singapore or Nepal than to deal with the bureaucracy or pay the bribes. My brother-in-law tells me to calm down that I'm working myself up over nothing important, especially since I don't even live in India anymore. He says every country has its problems, and at least the Indian government is not trying to run the world with a massive and corrupt war machine. OK... about this dream- it is pretty boring but what is astounding to me is the detail of the conversation. There was no action in this dream, just conversation, but it was so precise and detailed. In the dream, my brother-in-law really used the words "burnt out hippies" and "hopping the border" and "massive and corrupt war machine" and in the dream I used the words "stone-walling babu". Also, all the details of the change in immigration, including the number of days a tourist is allowed to stay in India and the recent change in policy, are true. I'm just really surprised at my dream's ability to sustain such a detailed and accurate conversation, especially since this is an issue that has not concerned me for over a year! In which I attempt to make four children sleep in bunk beds... I'm in my bedroom but there is a bunk bed where my own bed normally is. Four toddlers, two boys and two girls, are running about the room. They have worked themselves up into a hyper frenzy that I find very annoying. I'm trying to regain control of the children and I'm telling them that it is bedtime. They are all blondes. The two girls have curly blonde locks and little red skirts and the boys have short blonde crew cuts and wear overalls. After a lot of shouting and threatening punishment, I herd the children into bed. The boys are on the top bunk and the girls are on the bottom. Just as I'm turning out the lights, one of the boys suddenly leaps off the bed with his pillow and starts screaming at the top of his lungs. He randomly hits things with his pillow. One of the girls starts to cry but the other two children also jump up and start a pillow fight. Feathers are flying everywhere. I'm livid at this point and I lose my temper. I yell at the kids that they are being brats. I yank the boy who started the pillow fight up off the ground by his arm and throw him onto the top bunk. I do not intend to hurt him- I'm throwing him onto a soft matress. But his head hits the wall and he rolls over backwards, twisting his neck. I panic. I think that I've injured the child. I rush to him where he is laying with a twisted neck and start to cry, but he looks up at me and sticks out his tongue. He is not in any pain and he gets up and starts running around in circles, playing with the pillow feathers. I make him calm down and stand in front of me where I inspect his vital signs to make sure he really is OK. His neck is red, but he is not harmed. Then I explain to the children that they are crayons and that the bunk bed is a crayon box and that it is time to stop coloring. They all lay down on the floor straight, stiff as logs with their hands by their side. I pick them up one by one and slide all four of them into the top bunk as if I were sliding crayons into a box. I put them in alternately head to foot. They are inanimate objects now and do not move or make a sound. In which R and I discuss Chilean goldfish... R shows me a picture of a man holding a giant goldfish. The fish is the size of a small car. I ask him if it is real, and he says that it is a Chilean goldfish. We go to the Facebook page of the man in the photo. The website explains that Chilean goldfish grow up to be 25 feet long, though the average size is only 2 feet. R says that Chilean goldfish are not really goldfish. They just call themselves that to fool people. He says this is sort of like how Chilean seabass is not really a bass. In which I'm really sorry about something... I'm outside a beach house under a full moon looking at the house stilts. R is up in the house, and I'm downstairs in the sand crying. I'm full of regret about something but all I can remember is the feeling.
This dream was so weird. Somehow, I had gotten deaf (but I could still hear a little bit), and I had to wear these headphones to lets say, "turn up the volume". I remember walking through my school's high school hall, and there was a lot of things different. Of course I was wearing the headphones. But there was a glass window where it shouldn't have been. It showed our library. Our school's janitor said something to me. He had the same problem and had to wear the headphones too. I didn't have them with me so I told him I couldn't hear. He said OK and walked away. - - - - I came to my old house's garage, and there was a bouncer there. I think there was some concert about to go on. She asked me if I had my ticket, and I pointed to it. (It was a VIP, and they were colored all rainbowish; the regular ones were just blue I think) And she told me I could go in. I collected my ticket on the rack and went in through the "back door". - - - - At the end I remember being cured of my deafness.
Thieves (FRAG) There were a group of kids that had set up a wild kind of refugee camp in front of my house. One of them kept trying to convince me to let him stay in my house while I went a way to school. I refused knowing that he was also a thief.
This isn't as much of a dream journal as it is a document of an attempt to lucid dream. I was lying in bed, ready to DILD. I had performed the following RC's on the same day: Pressing my tongue against my teethCounting my fingersLooking at the clockPushing my finger against my palm When I was falling asleep, I noticed the darkness of my eyelids get darker with every few seconds that passed, darker than my surroundings (I was in a room with no lights. I started falling asleep at 1AM.) and it was like I was slowly blacking out. At some undiscernable point I had a picture form in my head (not a hypnogogic hallucination, it was...weird) where I was in the point of view of a soldier, holding that one rifle from ARMA 2 (I've been playing it for like a day straight, so that came as no surprise). My vision floated above the gun and the field of view went all botched and stretched and I felt like I was floating up. "I'm going lucid! I thought. But, I wasn't. After a little floating I realized I was still in bed, so desperate to dream that I'd somehow faked a lucid dream when falling asleep. Disappointed, I went to sleep, hoping to reality check and realize I was dreaming. I had Really's Ultimate MP3 on as well, hoping I'd do an RC by reminder if not by habit. I woke up in the morning disgruntled. It was 12:01, and I was trying to remember a slice of dream. But I couldn't. I couldn't remember anything which happened during my sleep. Now here I am, angry and irritated. If you can think of something which would help me to remember my dreams, go ahead and comment with that information. I'd love to hear it.
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Good morning! Got a long night's sleep last night. Which included a number of cool dreams, and a lucid! It was my second "life like" lucid, and sadly once again, I had zero control. I guess I'm out of shape from not having one in a long time, but also because of the realness of it all. Also had a dream about another DV member. 23.15: Bedtime 06.00: ShockWave the programmer I'm at ShockWave's house. We're playing a game he's programmed on his computer. Like all games I play in my dreams, I kinda enter the game. Standing on a road in the woods, I watch as a few army trucks go by. The last one in the line is crashing into everything and almost hits me. I back away as I watch the drunk driver continue down the road. The truck goes down into a ditch, and up again. Flying through the air. I press escape several times and the game crashes. "Oh shit, what did you do?" ShockWave asks. "Uhm, I have no idea you could ruin a game just like that" I say and feel bad. The game has been completely reset, and all his extra mods have been removed. "How long will it take to fix it?" I ask. "Oh well, like a day atleast... or a few" he tells me. Suddenly he finds a save file, and everything's OK! I sigh and tell him I gotta pee. I walk out into the living room, and sit down at a chair. There's a potty on the floor there I am supposed to pee in (wtf?). I can see people outside and his parents suddenly enter the room. I greet with them as I pull my pants up. "Where can I find a bathroom?" I ask them. They laugh at my shyness and tells me there's a bathroom down the hall. I enter it, and close the door which is a yellow, see-through cloth. The bathroom itself is VERY small. Clothes are lying everywhere, and I try to sit down on the weird potty like toilet. I start peeing, but soon I feel I have to do the number two, but too late! I quickly jump to the real toilet, but the bathroom is already being flooded by water. I have no idea where it comes from, but I try to scoop up as much as I can. 06.00: Fantasy world Two wanted posters flash before my eyes. Three images each, one from each side just like you get when you go to jail. One guy stands out, a Russian who looks just like Mike Rourke in "Iron Man 2" with dreadlocks as a beard. I walk on a large green field with another guy. We're about to meet up with our team, but we don't know where they are. I can hear something above and I look up. A small high-tech kite is flying towards us at a high speed. My companion points his huge grenade launcher at the thing and fires off a shot. The shell becomes a net and drags the kite to the ground. We inspect it. There's a message on there. "We're at the trees just up ahead, beware" I read. I look up and can see something green glimmering in the trees not fifty meters away. We cross a road which seems to be doubling back around a grove to the right and walk up to a tree standing near the second road. A blue dressed woman is up in the tree, she looks just like "Mystique" from "X-men", but with a normal face. I can see the green radar panels which had reflected the sun. I greet with two more people in the small grove. I look back at the road from where we came, and spot six enormous, hairy beasts with riders. They are following the road at a very fast speed. "Uhm, look" I say and point. "Get down and don't move a muscle!" they yell at me as they hide among rocks and in the trees. "The riders will be coming back our way in just a few seconds" I try to climb the closest tree. Twigs and leaves fall all around me as I struggle to climb. I realise I don't have time, and they will definitely see all the motion so I just stand completely still, leaning against the tree. The riders appear and all pass the tree next to the road with the blue woman in it, except one. The great boar/wolf monster sniffs the air. They back up a few meters and walk up to the tree. We all hold our breaths as the woman whistles and an orangutang slides down the tree at the same time as the woman in blue. She masked her sound, clever. The orangutang jumps up on the mount and they're about to leave again. Just as they are at the edge of my point of view, they stop again. "Oh shit, we're dead" someone whispers next to me. A huge, green, snake monster appears from the backpack of the rider and takes the woman in blue in a second. Everyone in the grove starts struggling to get through the thick vegitation. I get tangled up, and it's almost no use. The worm is just behind me and suddenly I fall down into a small pond of water behind the thicket. I figure there must be air pockets beneath the tree roots and I head for the bottom of the pool. A voice appears in my mind. It's one of the girls who survived. "We can talk telepathicly, you've practiced this by dreaming alot" she tells me. 06.00: Fragment *I'm in a room, trying to watch the TV. I spot several people I don't know, and they all look very pale and skinny. They talk very fast, and seem to be having twitches from now and then. I realise it's my sister's new junkie friends. I sigh as one of them blocks the TV without even realising it. I walk down in to the kitchen to confront my sister. 15 minutes WBTB 7.30: Explosions at work I'm at work, walking around doing nothing. I find a weird looking white rock, and I throw it away. The rock explodes in the air and I am stunned. "Awesome!" I exclaim. I start wondering if I might be dreaming. I look up at the blue sky. "Two moons?" I wonder. It looks more like they are made out of clouds when I look for a longer time, and I figure the real moon is the brighter dot to the right. I decide it's not a dream and walk away to a few coworkers. Peter is there with another guy, digging some deep ditch which needs to be filled with concrete. I find a green pill on the ground and I step on it. A cool spray of green smoke appears as the pill breaks. Björn tells me I can find more if I look. I find a lump of green silicone. Inside I find more green pills. A guy next to us tells us to be ready, they're about to set off some dynamite. I look behind me at the construction site. A wooden wall is in the way, but I can see through it. A container for eating in is standing just behind it. The dynamite goes off and sends the container full of people into the air. It goes up a meter or so, and slams down back again, leaning on the side. "Holy shit! Is everyone alright?!" I ask the girl standing in the opening of the container. "What kind of question is that?!" she yells back at me. "Wow, alright then, nevermind... Just trying to be friendly" I say. "Send for a truck" she tells us. 08.30: Fragment *I'm playing real life Battlefield Bad Company 2. There are explosions everywhere, and I gun down a few guys with my sniper. I spot someone up in a window, pinning me down. I take out my RPG and shoot a rocket right into the window. "Yes!" 09.30: Vivid lucid MILD Everything is just like the ending of "Watchmen". I am talking to a guy who has the same opinion as "Rorschach". I give him a very long speech about how fake peace is better than no peace at all. "If you expose Dr Manhattan, you will kill billions" I say. He ignores me and runs off. I become lucid. I take a look around me and I'm outside of the establishment at work. Everything is in place, even the iron gates behind me. I know he will come back soon, so I wait. I can hear voices coming from behind the building next to the gate. No one appears and I figure I'll have to go check it out. I remeber I have to stabilize the dream. I look at my hand, 6 fingers. It's all very vivid and stable and the scenery around me doesn't change. The sky has is dark blue. I feel like trying out a stabilization technique I haven't used before. "Increase clarity!" I shout as loud as I can. The colours look a bit weird, but nothing more than that. I am satisfied and start walking. It's very slow and hard work. It takes me atleast twenty seconds to walk up to the metal gate. Once there everything goes more smoothly. I slap my face and it stings alot. I walk down the road and try to find the person who will ruin the world. I spot a coworker, Roger. I walk up to him. "Hey! Have you seen that guy?" I ask. He smiles at me, and tells me he's down the street. I look and I think I can spot something yellow at the end of it. I slap my face again. I suddenly remember my old dreamgoal, to blow something up. I look at a tall building at the horizon and point at it. "Boom!" I say and imagine it blowing up, I can almost see the explosion and debris. Nothing happens. I figure it's too far away. "Back up, I'm gonna try to run super fast" I tell Roger. He takes a few steps back. I dash away down the street, going as fast as I can. Which ofcourse is about as fast as I can run in real life. I try to increase the speed but I can't. It's all too real. I decide to try to fly instead and with a small jump I stretch out my arms. I fall down on the ground. I do a push up to get up. "Oh well, I'll try the correct way to fly" I tell myself. I do a few jumps to see how real everything is. The gravity is slightly off. Looking down, I stretch out my arms and jump straight up, expecting to go up. Nothing. I do this three times with no results. I wake up. 09.30: The second Europe member I'm one of the members of the band "Europe" and I'm standing in an appartment next to a friend who's at the computer. Suddenly I hear a large "BAM!" from below. I look out the window, and I can see the member of the band whom I hate. He's hacking away at the door with an axe. "Oh shit... Not again" I moan and try to get out of the window. I get tangled up in the blinds and soon the crazy guy enters the room. He starts hitting my friend for some reason, and I can't take it no more. I grab the man and chuck him out the window. He hits the ground head first with a disturbing crack. "Shit, he probably broke his neck" I think, but I realise it must be a stuntman. I can see him clearly now, and it's my friend Felix. I jump down next to him as he stands up. "I am so fucking sick of you and your bullshit!" I scream in his ear. I grab his head with both my hands, and slowly bite down on his nose. I can feel my teeth cutting into his flesh and I push him away when they snap shut. I spit the little piece of nose tip out in my hand. A car suddenly pulls up and he gets in. It's a convertible and the driver is his manager. I try to talk to him as he tries to go away. Another car pulls up and stops infront of the manager's car. It's full of girls and they are all demanding money which he owe them. He tries to talk to all of us in a business-like manner. A third car appears. It looks like a trash version of the batmobile. The driver is wearing old school goggles and he heads for the hospital next to us. An old lady has to throw herself to the side to not get overrun. I realise he's trying to rob the hospital. "Again?" I think. Suddenly a movie starts playing, showing old and young people helping out when a robber is trying to rob the place. "If everyone helps out, we can do it!" is the motto. 09.30: Fragment *I show my abs. People laugh. "Do you call that abs?" A guy at work asks me. I try to explain I haven't been working out in a long time. 09.45: Fragment *I'm at some cabin. It's in the middle of the night and it's summer. My mom is standing next to the water. "Just because you've just had sex with my dad, doesn't make it all better" I say. I start hanging a few underwear on a box in the reeds. Amount of sleep: 10½ hours Supplements before bed: Nothing That's it! Damn that took way too long. My wrists hurt... Anyways, I'm glad I had a long lucid again. Still sucky I didn't have any control over it. I will have to work on that. Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!
Updated 12-22-2010 at 01:47 PM by 36346
Well this is the most fkd up dream I ever had. As you may have guessed from the title I re-lived the memory of being born - fully aware. It was the most horrific experience, and I was unable to stop it or force-awake, and when I woke up I felt so dirty! Skip this next part if you want, I won't blame you. I dreamt I was submerged in water, and everything was black, I was lucid and I somehow knew I was in my mothers womb. The thoughts running through my head at this point: "sh!t! I gotta get out! holy crap!... argh I can't wake up! OH NO! I don't like where this is going..." Next thing I know, I slide backwards like being tilted in place ready to be born. You can imagine just what is running through my head at this point. I get squeezed out my mothers vagina into the hands of a doctor and I'm placed on a table looking at my mother. Uck!
This is by far my most favourite and memorable lucid dream. It's quite evil and it felt so good to feel so powerful and unstoppable. I dreamt I was in hell, or a place that could be considered hell. It was night-time but I got the feeling it was always night-time there. The landscape looked like a post-apocalyptic city, with half-destroyed skyscapers and raised highways. I was like some kind of dark overlord of hell, everyone feared me and I looked similar to the grim reaper. I was flying high above the city on a huge black dragon, I felt really powerful and dark/evil, I felt like I owned this place or was some kind of ruler and everyone there feared me. As I was riding this dragon I could see bullets firing up at the sky towards me from the ground. Like people down below were trying to kill me with machine guns. I couldn't see the people I was too high and it was too dark, and their attempts to kill me with bullets was feeble at best because it had no effect on me or the dragon. The bullets would pass straight through me and bounce off the dragon. It made me laugh inside my head as I grinned evily. Unfortunately, this dream was cut short and thats all that really happened. But since this dream I have often wondered if perhaps I am some kind of overlord in hell, and when I die I will return to that. I can just imagine walking through the streets and using any kind of power my mind can come up with to kill anyone who crosses my path. I've actually come up with a whole list of the things I could do, and call me evil but its quite fun to think about.
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