It has been so long since I have had a lucid dream. It is crazy to think I have been practicing for almost three years now. The problem is keeping track of the daily routines in such a hectic life. For the past couple of months I have been trying to recapture my lost ability. I have finally come to the realization that my journal and reality checks were responsible for almost 90% of my lucid dreams and if I want to have them regularly I must pick up the habits once again. Here is where I am at right now. I have remembered several dreams lately, and experienced an intense sleep paralysis the other night. It was the most vivid sleep paralysis I have ever felt. I awoke in a deep rem cycle, rolled over, thought to myself I should try to enter sleep paralysis, and bam I flew into the blackness spinning and twirling! I heard voices all around me, childrens laughter, adult's conversating, screams of pain. Visions began swirling in front of my eyes, and in an instant, a flash of white light erased it all and I was soundly asleep in a non lucid dream. I have had intensly vivid dreams, but none lucid, I have been shocked that I haven't realized I could become lucid in many of them. It is just too much for me to write down. They have been long and vivid. From this point on I will be using this forum everyday as I once did to record my dreams and re earn my lost ability to lucid dream every single night. Last night I had a dream that a rookie was sitting down in front of what is now carter and tim the rookies lockers. He was not good looking and apparantly out of shape. He seemed to have ugly blonde redish curly hair and a matching beard. He had a smart and cocky mouth which he would not stop running. Taylor respectfully tried to calm him down but the douchebag refused to listen. Taylor got that look in his eye, his facial expression went blank. I know what that means, he had crossed that line. Taylor stood up and walked for him, I jumped in the middle and put my hands on his chest. I said " Taylor don't. Please man just let it go." I had saved that rookies life, or at least kept him from going to ICU. And that's it. Bring em on subconcious, I'm ready for you.
Awake Non-Lucid I'm sitting in my kitchen, on a high white stool. I'm play Pokemon on a DS. It's an old version, but has been newly updated. As I play, I compare it to the other game, not really sure about it. As I'm walking along in the grass, I have a creepy feeling that something's just going to jump out at me. I look up as Paige calls me. She's my new step-sister, now that my mum's gone and gotten married to her man-whore boyfriend (she's not married, and Paige is actually a girl in one of my classes. The man-whore bit is true though -_-) . "Hey, we're gonna watch a movie. Coming through?" She asks, gesturing towards the living room. "No thanks." I say coldly, and then get back to my game. I fondly catch a Charmander (Charmander feelin' the love, yeah! <3) which I decide to train as fast as humanly possible. There's some kind of commotion going on outside. At this time of the night? I slowly put my game down and head out to check. I'm delighted, although a little intimidated by what I find. I'm in my old street, and each group of martial artists in the area have met up for some kind of festival. I get quite into it because I've always been interested in martial arts, but after things kicked off at home, never really thought about it. I figured I might pick up Kuk Sool Won sometime next year when things have calmed down. I look around and notice some people I know. They all seem so tall now! Everyone's together, but in distinct groups at the same time. As the karate section pass me, I notice a girl I know. "Amy, you do karate!?" I ask, quite disbelieving. She doesn't hear me though, and turns to get ready for whatever they're going to do. People start competing across the street. The night adds a surreal effect to it all. A tall, middle-aged man approaches me. He tells me that he's noticed my interest in this. Then he throws a ball at me, testing my reactions. As I make a grab for it, a small blond girl flashes past, grabbing it before me. The man nods towards her and tells me to retrieve the ball. I chase after the girl. I thought I was fast, but she's something else! I tear forward, twisting through the estate. Eventually I manage to get ahold of her t-shirt and get the ball. I jog back, feeling victorious. But suddenly my limbs aren't working properly. Goddammit they're so heavy. He throws the ball at me again, but I'm so slow now. The dream fades. Martial Arts is something I'm genuinly interested in, so I enjoyed this dream very much!
I was the new coach of a pee-wee football team. I was going over the kick off with the boys and girls, and lined them up all on the 20 yard line. Then I set up a practice kick off return team, and tried to explain to them what blocking was and how to do it. Then, a short, fat, black girl said something like "we're black! we know how to block!" So I said ok. Then I went back to the kick off team and found one of the the biggest boys on the team and told him he was the kicker. Then, Coach Jenkins was there and I asked him if little leagues kicked off from the 20, and he said they do. So, the kid kicked off, and the ball flew high and in a spiral, but had enough distance to reach the kick off return team. Some kid caught it, and had a few good blocks and had a decent return. That's all I remember.
guitar Dreamed I was in my living room and I had a brand new Roland micro cub fore my guitar. Only this one was hooked up to a speaker cabinet. I was messing around with the various settings and trying to get a good guitar tone. Movie store I was with my brother at some store. There was a small shelf with movie rentals. I looked t them and saw a movie by Micheal Crichton that I have never seen before. I know he's dead now and it's strange that he would release another story made into a movie. It's a two part movie and I decide to rent it. locker room I'm in some weird basement where there are showers and locker rooms. I also have my guitar and microcube with me. I try to find a place to set it up but I can't. Everything is too wet and there are half naked jocks running around everywhere. Hill i am leaving my ex gf's house that's high up on some hill. All the ways down are super steep nd I spend most of the dream trying to find a safe place to go downt he ill without falling or rolling and possibly inuring myself. Asuka I'm in my bedroom watching a lecture by some man with grey hair. I'm not really interested in what he's saying. But then Asuka walks in the room to watch the lecture with me. I go to put my arm around her and nocie some wierd pillow in the way. She tries to adjust it so I can put my arm around her but I wake up.
Wow, I just spend over an hour typing about a WILD I had last night on my Iphone and I hit post and all I got was a white screen. Frustrating.
December 4, 2010 Wake Time: 6:15 AM AWAKE DREAM LUCID I cannot recall any dreams as real as this one. To put it simply... It blew my mind! Here it is: I woke up in my bed, feeling the sheets on my body. Then for some reason I decided to look at my hands. I made a fist and my hand looked abnormally small. I thought, Hmm... This cant be right. Then it hit me: I am dreaming! Then I remembered to look at my hands and examine them, while also rubbing them together in order to make the dream intensify in clarity. It worked, and my hands felt so very real! It was very dark in my room and I could not see very well. So I walked over to the light switch feeling my way over. Everything in my room felt exactly how it did in real life. The wood floor on my bare feet, the couch upholstery, and the fabric of my clothing. I turned on the switch in my room, and it did turn on the lights (some people say that lights don't work in their dreams. I find that they always work in mine). I didn't bother to look around though after the light turned on. I just moved on to the hallway outside my bedroom, which was also dark so I had to feel the walls to get through it. Then I got to the stairs and walked down them, while the steps made the same sound they usually do when I descend them. When I got down to the bottom I turned the corner to walk down another hallway in my house. Then I decided that I would see if my dream body felt as real as it does in real life. I felt the sides of my stomach and it tickled a bit, then I felt my legs. Then I had a thought. What if I was sleep walking in real life? To test my theory, I only had to think to myself, I want to go back to my real body. I opened up my eyes. WOW! I wasn't sleep walking. Then I proceeded to retrace my steps from the dream. Everything felt exactly as it did in the dream. Some out there are probably thinking, Why would you waste an opportunity like that to just walk around your house?? You do that everyday! Well, I think that I didn't understand right then that I could have done anything I wanted to. Also I have been wanting to have a dream that takes place in my new house. I think next time I will try and translocate myself through a door and go somewhere fairly interesting next time. I don't regret this experience at all though, not one bit.
Last night I had a dream, I was meeting with the Disney Princesses (1937-2009-Snow White-Tina) at Cinderella's castle. I was telling them about the problems I had at home and how I felt "trapped" and how I felt "I can never be the perfect girfriend/or the perfect daughter/now I see that I wasn't meant to play this part/Now I see if I was truly to be myself I would break my family's heart." Than I told them that I was going to move into residence at the college and the (1937-1959-Snow White-Aurora) princesses asked "What is college?" the newer princesses (1989-2009 Ariel-Tina) exlpalined what college is. But when we were talking there was a knock on the door. I had a hunch it was Disney villians-and my hunch was correct once I looked out the window. Unluckily Lady Tremaine once again had Cinderella's fairy Godmother's wand. I told Cinderella that. But I always happen to have magic up my sleeve (LOL) and I "Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo" the villains back to Maleficent's castle. I listened outside the door of the room the villains were meeting in and they all asked "Who is that woman?" I magiced myself up to the baloncy in that room and I said "I'm a woman who still believes in dreams and the magic. But techinally in my opinion your are all codfish." Than I flew back to Cindy's castle and than we continued talking about college and stuff the new princess said I "should go for it." Than I went "home" (which in this case was a small cottage I lived in by myself) and guess who appeared at the door? Gaston. Lines from the movies happend-in the house scene and I gave him another dose of mud. I than folllowed Gaston back to the M's castle and I heard them (the villains) talking about having to "Get rid of that woman." (me) in their meeting room. I than raced to Cindy's castle. All the princesses asked after I got in and closed the door behind me "What's the matter?" I told them the incedient with Gaston and Belle interrupted by Belle saying "You gave him another dose of my mud medicine?" I just nodded and I told them what I heard at Malifcent's castle. Than a knock came at the door-it looked to be P. (a boy I know) and I asked him if he would mind me just examing him for a second (I thought he might have been a fake)-he wasn't. I than sent him to the room where the guys were in. Than went back and Cindy and the others said "How about we forget about the villainis for one night and have a ball." (after asking me who the boy was-I just said he was my boyfriend) I didn't have a gown to wear but the others were helpful and made me a gown that was a mix of colours: blue for Jasmine/Belle, pink for Ariel, and red for Mulan. Than everyone went to the ballroom that night, and P was nevours since he never done a waltz before-I told him just to follow the men. We danced for a bit and somehow dance outside. Than I started singing (Disney) waltz songs starting with "So This is Love" and ending w/ "Beauty and the Beast". After all those dancing P and I were in love. After the last dance I told P. "Remember to believe in the Dreams and the Magic." The two afternoons after the ball, a maid shouted there was the castle was on fire. I magiced up a fire alarm and pulled it. In the middle of the rush outside I got kidnapped-I know I was kidnapped since someone put a hand over my mouth to prevent screaming. I was taken to a M's 2nd castle and locked into a room. I did say "Let me out". The Disney Princess and P noticed later I was missing-since I wasn't in the castle, and I wasn't in the thatched cottage. Ariel checked in w/ her dad if there had been anyone done there, and Snow White checked with her 7 friends. The answer was always negative. In the mean time I was stuck in the room, and the fireplace opened. I was too booksmart to go into the fireplace but I also was too curious. The curiosity part run over and I went into the room behind the fireplace. I than went up 4 flights of stairs and I ended up in another tower room the only thing in the room was a chocolate bar . I ate it and fell asleep. I was placed back inside the locked room, but this time on the bed and w/ chains. The Princesses' animal friends saw what happened and went to communicated it w/ the Disney Princesses. But considering everyone was trying to communicate at once-it was a bit hard to unstand until the Prince Adam (Belle's prince) shouted "QUIET!' Cinderella asked "Jaq what is it that everyone is trying to say?" Jaq replied "When the fire 'happend' when everyone was racing outside Anne got kidnapped and she was locked into a room in Malifcent's second castle. Somehow when she was in there the fireplace opened, and at first try to prevent herself from going into the room, but her curosity won over and she went into the room. When she reached the top of 4 flights of stairs she went into a tower room, and there was a chocolate bar" Snow White interrupted "It was a poisned chocolate bar wasn't it-she fell asleep didn't she after eatting it?" Jaq just nodded. Then the Princesses and the Princes tried to convince P. to rescue me. But he wasn't sure he was up to do it. But he remembered what I said about believeing in the magic and dreams. After P got convinced, all the princes pitched in items that might be helpful for P. In the end? Good over evil won-thanks to pixe dust, and beilieving in the magic and dreams.
I remember walking down a road with a few other DC's. We were armed and every location we encountered was abandoned (assuming due to a zombie virus). The locations were eerie and quiet. We went to an apartment complex or something and I found a weapon cache in a downstairs room. This is where the dream becomes much clearer for me, or I just remember more of it. I found a .308 rifle and a box of 8 round of ammunition. I start searching around for more but couldn't find any, I found a .308 spring though, and took that. There was an insane DC in the building screaming at us to get out of the building, and eventually we did. WE entered another building which actually turned out to be a bar with a full on party going on. There was a brief tangent where I saw some moron from one of those ghost hunting TV programs battling a ghost with a table leg (What?). But then something happened, I was standing in a place which appeared close to the student lounge at my school. I don't remember exactly what caused it, but I found the situation and setting unbelievable and RC'd. Sure enough, I realized it was a dream and became lucid. I stopped what I was doing and let the dream around me adapt to my new awareness (As I read in one LD guide). I saw flash of silver, several of the DC's disappeared and the dream kind of collapsed but then restabilized around me. The room was less populated. To test out some of the influence I had on the world, I pictured a huge empty parking lot outside the room. I walked to a window, and sure enough, right outside was a huge parking lot with a storefront in the distance. I walked outside intending to use the open area to practice conjuring DC's or objects but something passed in front of my left eye, and I lost all dream vision from it. I tried closing both eyes, and reopening them with the explicit intention of bringing the parking lot back, but when I reopened my eyes, I thought I had woken up and lost lucidity. The last part of the dream I remember (it was non-lucid) was from the perspective of a pirate captain or something. I met Death who I apparently had a friendship with, either that or he had no power over me. He was actually in the area 'on business' and briefly talked to me and gave me a high five when he left (The high five not killing me). This is my first LD since joining DV.
Reality check: Just returned from SA where I met this cute guy who works under this tourism company and serves as my instructor in jet boating. Dreamt of him just now. Vividness: 9/10 Apparently I missed my flight back. Went to look for him at the place where I signed up for my jet boat activity because he came to me as a caring, quiet, shy guy. A little show-off but nonetheless, human nature. My baggage was in the flight, so I'm left with my little backpack and a few thousand Rand, aka ZAR (currency). I remembered being very confused and lost and asked for a job at the same tourism company cos the first thing that crossed my mind was I needed the cash. Wasn't hired at all. I was a minor. Because i knew him earlier, he said he would help me but giving me a little sum weekly if I could clear the mess in his apartment. He handed me his keys, his number, gave me the address and a few Rands and off I went. He rushed off to what he had left off earlier. Studio apartment with brick walls, a brown rugged loveseat, king sized bed with a white and black marble bedpost. Standard hotel bathroom with a shower and a bathtub. The so-called living room where the loveseat stood was a little messy, the shelf beside it with books arranged untidily. The rest was okay. No beer bottles, chips, nothing. Pretty tidy for a guy. I started cleaning up, arranging the books. The fridge was skimpily stocked. But the kitchen looked homely to me. There were tins of biscuits and cereals in the cabinets above the stove. I called and asked if I could wear one of his big shirts cos obviously I didn't have my clothes with me. He said sure thing. I said thanks. "It's my pleasure." he replied. he had to have the last word. I went to take a shower and noticed all the hair care products lining up against the wall on the sink. I can't remember specific brands but there were purple and orange ones. Looking at them I suddenly thought of his dirty blond hair and how it swayed with the breeze and flapped with the strong winds of the sea. I sang in the shower, relieved to have received help with someone I knew for 2 hours. Nevertheless he seemed harmless and decent enough. He told me he knocks off at 8:45pm and would return by 9. I went into the showers at 6 plus. Near 7. He returned at early 7 o'clock. Of course, he had to take early leave to get dinner for me. What a burden. I forgot his shirt and walked out of his bathroom wrapped with a fluffy towel. He heard me singing apparently. He had takeaway in his hands and he was about to knock on my door. I mean, I have the first person, and third person view. So basically I can see myself and him interacting. And from the looks of me, I have a crush on him. If not why would I dream of him in the first place? He saw me. Gasps, and walks out with the takeaway meant for me. He wasn't speaking physically but he emits this "I need to take a breather" signal. So he stood at the doorway leaning against the railings. He came in later looking for his cigarettes which I hid. He DEFINITELY doesn't look like the type who smokes. Dirt green eyes speak of a bleak past but his dimples and sexy lips are gentle enough to revive a flower. (There are no verbal communications at all. Just mind-reading.) Where are my cigarettes? I threw them away. *awkward silence as his face flushed a little with a tinge of anger. Don't touch my private things. I'm sorry.. and reached out to retrieve the pack of cigarettes from behind the counter where I hid it. I didn't throw them away at all. I just want you to quit smoking. It's a little nuisance of me...but I have uncles who died from smoking. I remember biting my lips hard as I waited for his response. It's okay. You're probably right. My sis wanted me to quit a long time ago. With that, he threw them into the bin. I was caught off-guard by his sudden change of mind. i ate as he observed me eating, but somehow it doesn't feel uncomfortable like it always does to me. I know I am dreaming because I can feel the heat coming from my bed as I tossed and turned. and besides, it's totally impossible for me to be there with him. The next day I found a box of unused condoms which were expired. I smiled because this meant that he hasn't had sex in a very long time. Suddenly a few weeks past, I know that because all of a sudden I am familiar with him. He said something about his past and gave me funds so that I could stock up his cabinets, fridge and whatever that needs to be stocked up. He was less shy and gave up smoking, and told me about his nightlife when i mentioned the expired condoms, with a burst of courage of course. Turns out he wasn't the party type. (I saw a party bus in reality and this got infused into my dream) He met this girl in a party bus, which he didn't get on, and I'm surprised I didn't develop my dream further into how he met her. So the mystery remains there. I figured out she left the party bus and met him in the local bar. The un-wild type. The country type. She played along with him and he thought he really liked her. He had plans for her to move in with him. He saved and scrimped, but luckily those funds were not cheated away by her. He saw it then, how their futures clashed when her boyfriend surfaced into the picture. After that episode several similar ones followed. He asked if I had a boyfriend. I laughed and replied, I'm only 16! We chuckled. (in which I recalled youtuber's Charlieissocoollike saying we can't 'chuckle darkly' infused in my dream.) I told him about how strict my mom is about dating and how she seemed to dislike all of my decent friends. And how she doubts people around her. Which is very true indeed in the real world. Suddenly my parents were out of the picture and I didn't develop the area which I was supposed to go to the airport to check for news of them any longer. Everything revolved around us now. I knew although the problem (returning me to my parents) has altered, it would come round again. By now his friends knew something was going on with him. He came into work smiling and leaves early. The time in my dream seems to pass more quickly, and i know I am wakening soon so I try to prolong the dream but ended up fast forwarding to the major bits. He got invited to a party but I didn't go with him. At this point of time something tells me that we were together, already kissed, but I didn't dream of that part. Did visualise it in my dream though. Oh, and, we slept on the same bed because I was guilty of having him sleep on the couch which he falls off often. No physical touching or heavy petting of course. Someone knocked on the door. It was one of his friends. Unlike him, his friend was suave in an evil way. Don't get me wrong, he's charming and cute, but not handsomely suave. I didn't open up. Something tells me something was wrong. I waited for his return but accidentally fell asleep on the loveseat. He returned and I told him about it. Strange. He said. That's my friend who hosted the party. (I didn't know how I knew that guy's name cos apparently I never asked and he never say. That part was undeveloped well) Some part of me thought that that guy hosted the party to get him away from me. Fast forward again. To the scene where he sat next to me in the plane back to Singapore. I don't know what the heck happened to his job and that guy, but I recall him signing an apartment lease. I remembered going through the customs, where I went through via the automated thumb print machine which my international passport had registered. So it was an easy job getting through. It's something I've always been proud of in the real world. My international identity and those speedy thumbprint machines that only my country has. Which made me feel so welcomed and professional. I recalled laughing at him as he waited in the queue, a little grumbly in an animated way. I met my parents. My parents remembered him. My mom doesn't like him. I told them he was with me and we like each other. My mom looked angry. My dad looked okay. He's always friendly. I'm hoping he would approve of our relationship. My mom didn't seem to be convinced. I was maddening impatient by then because it felt like I've spent hours in the arrival hall convincing them when finally I blew my top and lied that I've slept with him. My dad, the friendly one turned hostile. He didn't yell. Something radiated from my dad. A choice. He wanted me to choose between him or my parents. I woke up because I didn't dare to face my own answer. And something in me that knew that woke me up.
My recall hasn't been awful lately, but I've been really stressed out over papers and finals. I haven't been really motivated to do the work necessary to keep up with my dream journal and I think my ability to retain my recall has dropped considerably. I know throughout the night last night I had in my head over 4 dreams swirling around, but I can only remember 2 right now, and not very much of either. I feel like I need to get my brain back in the habit of remembering, so I'm committing to writing down whatever I have recalled in the morning regardless of how little it may seem. Dream 1-- High School Debate So I'm sitting down in a chair next to my old debate partner A. Miles and we are talking a little bit. I don't remember the conversation at all but I do remember thinking that he is pretty cool and that I'm probably not as cool as him. As we are talking, my debate coach comes up from behind us and starts talking. Suddenly, we are standing up and A. Miles stands right next to coach and they being a conversation while I just stand apart and watch. THey seem to be having an argument of sorts, and my coach's face changes dramatically after each response, it's actually kind of funny. I am watching his face scrunch and then change again. After a little bit of that, I walk towards the cafeteria because (I just remembered another dream while I was writing this, Dream Journals are such a good idea) I want to buy some food. I go over to the cafeteria which doesnt exactly resemble anything I can remember. There is a large counter and the guy is cutting food on some wooden board with a lot of crevaces. I'm watching him do it and I'm really intrigued becasue I've never seen anything like it before. After he cuts the food, he comes over to me and asks what I want. I'm looking at the menu and tell him I want the ANOVA sausages. When I turn around I see my high school friends (Dream Sign), and we sit down together. It's M. Runas and T. Smith specifically. When I go back up to get my food, there are three girls that had come over to order as well. I go over to get my sausages and I end up talking to this really hot blonde girl. I notice that the lights in the cafeteria have dimmed considerably and I think music is playing in the background. I see my friends in the background standing awkwardly not really knowing what to do, but I quickly disregard them and continue talking to this hot blonde girl. We start grinding somehow, and I get her up on my right leg. I keep my eyes open and continue to grind, which somehow lets me have total clarity in my thoughts and actions without being lucid. I am literally controlling my actions and have mental clarity, but no awareness I am in the dreaming state right now. In fact, I was extremely concentrated on whether grinding with this girl would give me a boner, I was really wondering what would happen! I end up not getting one, but as we are grinding the background shifts without me really noticing. Somehow we teleport from the cafeteria into this outside playground place and we are standing on grass... Then I wake up. Dream 2-- College Soccer Game Maybe this dream is influenced by the face that my school's football team is about to face its biggest rivals in the nation and there have been two consecutive days of revelry. Last night I got woken up by my school's band who went dorm to dorm just playing as loud as they could our school's fight song. Everyone was pissed, but I found it kind of funny that I got an extra chance to WILD. The world of a lucid dreamer, huh? Anyway, this dream is exceptionally fuzzy and I can only remember a specific part where I am at in this crowd of people cheering for the soccer team. I am at the front of the crowd, right up against the metal poles that separate the audience from the field. Happily, I did not go into PassObs at all during this dream, but I stayed constantly aware of my surroundings and talked to many different people. Mostly, I was noticing what the people around me were doing and trying to do that more because I had never experienced the front lines of a soccer game before. Somehow I think I end up in a grocery store.... Dream 3-- My Friend's Lake (I just recalled this while DJing) So I am apparently back at my high school friend's house W. Hicks who I said I looked up to in a lucid dream. It is me and basically the entire grade coming back together for a reunion-ish event at his house. Me and about five guys are walking toward W.'s pool, we are all talking and laughing about something, I am particularly bad at remembering conversation, maybe I should practice that in real life. As we get to this clearing, there is this massive lake that spans as far as the eye can see in almost every direction. There is a boat way off the short, and an island to the north east of where I am looking. I am taken aback by the size of this "backyard pool" but don't consider it weird enough to reality check. Everyone in the grade starts jumping in except for me and a couple of guys who hang back, and I can't remember why. I turn around and see some ships on the other side of the dock we are standing on. As I turn back around to look at everybody, there is a giant cruise ship that appears to be heading straight for us. No one is making any noise, it's eerily silent but I can see this ship slowly making its way toward where we are standing. At first, I'm completely passive, unable to decide what to do or whether this is real. Eventually, I make the decision that standing there and standing won't do me any good so I turn around and run the other way, but as soon as I make this decision to run I wake up. Also, I've just started practicing indirect techniques and separation techniques. I feel like they are already having an effect but I have not quite gotten them to work yet. I can see that this massive improvement will occur in the next few days and am pretty excited to have another lucid dream by Monday.
It started out in a school. I was one of those loner types without many friends. The city was as usual for my dreams: Distorted and small. As I recall I only had two companions. One that was from reality (sorta: internet), another was completely fabricated. He was a scrawny boy with short black hair and a meek demeanor, a carbon image of what you'd imagine the token bullied kid to look like. There was a junk yard with RV's and old cars and stuff (even an airplane, as I recall). One of my only friends (reality guy) said that there was a scientist who lived there and he was up to something. I saw him break into what appeared to be a sophisticated lock on an RV and go in. The inside was... Creepy. Like some kind of hospital-esque labyrinth. Then he disappears. No idea what happens to him... I happen to meet this scientist on another day and I don't remember what he did to get me back in that junk yard (might've used the 'I've got your friend so come with me' trick or simply lured me into a false sense of security), but somehow he did. He sat me in an abandoned car on the passenger side. The foot space was open and led to somewhere very dark. I watched him put his cheap plastic disposable gloves on, like the kind they put on you while going through a mirror maze so you don't smudge the glass, as he told me there are parts in there where I would not be able to turn around. But he did so with a smile. Nervously, I entered. I didn't want to... But I also didn't want to stay with him. The place was very macabre, almost like one of those haunted houses you walk through. Bloody sheets hanging from the ceiling, rusty gurneys taking up space, flooded floors with murky waters. I came upon a room where I met the black haired meek boy. That was when I recalled we'd both been here before. I'd previously been attracted to him and perhaps taken advantage of his insecurities, then showed him something horrible the previous time in the labyrinth. I think I might've almost killed him... Either way, I tried to lead him out. Tried to help him. We walked into an open room where a man with thousands of stuffed animals resided. He was pudgy with curly black hair and a beard, clothes obviously dirty and old. He started ripping up the stuffed animals that surrounded him saying "I'm so mad I could kill everything!" I tried to take my friend out, but he fell to the ground, taking me with him. I begged him to come with me, but he was distraught because he didn't want anything to do with me anymore So I left him there, hurt and angry at his words, continuing through the maze. I came upon what looked like a diner. Everybody had crooked teeth, much what you'd imagine a southern truck stop to be. One of the women (fat and ugly with one of those moles on her face, blonde hair tied back in a pony tail) worked for the scientist. The rest of them ignored me completely, even when I tried to say something. She bought me food and other things I'd need to live, since apparently I wasn't going home. There was a city outside of the windows. A large one... That looked as if it was made of trash. Apparently we were a few stories up (don't ask me how that happened). Then she took me somewhere... And I can't remember the rest. There are bits and pieces I recall, but I have no idea what order they happened. There was more than just a scientist living in the junkyard. A couple of nuclear happy families with no problems whatsoever, even though they lived in abandoned cars and airplanes... And I recall the diner lady giving me paint brushes of different sizes and shapes. I believe that was towards the end of my dream when I was about to wake up.
Good morning, everybody. I recall three dreams from last night. The third dream definitely occurred between 5 AM and 7 AM. Just as a side note, in waking life my opinions about South Africa and Chile are not like the portrayals in the second and third dreams. The "South Africa" and "Chile" of my dreams are more a reflection of myself. The "keyhole" comment the father makes in the third dream is absolutely influenced by the "keyhole" comment the prospective stepfather makes in Laurel Nakadate's movie The Wolf Knife. Also, I seem to portray myself as some kind of awesome ladies' man and businessman. It would be cool if I were. But, alas... Dream #1 I may have seen this dream from the third person, and from a very low angle, possibly as low as the floor. A man was standing on some lower level of floor, and possibly also separated by a barrier, from two other people. The man was probably young, though he may have acted old. The man was bragging about how McDonald's in his country was better than McDonald's in America. The other two people asked him to explain why. The man, agitated, shouted, "Well, for example, Big Macs! In my country, our secret sauce has an extra special ingredient!" The other two asked what this ingredient was. The man shouted, "Gall!" By which I understood that human gall was being used as an ingredient for the special sauce. That sounded terribly unappetizing to me. I may have been half awake at this point, wondering why people would volunteer to have their gall-bladders drained so that the gall could be used in Big Macs. Dream #2 I was sitting with a woman at the back of a darkened conference room. The conference room was full of rows of long tables. At the front of the room was a large pull-down projector screen. Projected on the screen was a view of a man and a woman. The woman in the room with me sat to my right. The way the woman and man on the screen were positioned, the woman on the screen was across from me and the man on the screen was across from the woman. The woman on the screen was maybe 17 or 18 years old, black, very pretty, with short, black hair. The man, possibly a little older than the woman, looked Latino or possibly Filipino. He wore a frumpy dress shirt. The woman and man were representing the appliance company Maytag. They were holding a video conference to discuss the company's financial results. The woman and the man spoke for a little while and then came to something like a conclusion. I'm pretty sure the discussion didn't have anything to do with Maytag's operations. The woman then began bowing repeatedly and saying something in Japanese, something incongruent, like "onegashimasu." I suddenly noticed that the woman was wearing a costume like a mix between Uhuru from Star Trek's dress and a pink, silk cat-girl outfit, even with pink, silk cat-girl ears on her head. The man and the woman then began joking, as if they were having banter on some kind of TV talk show. I wondered what the heck kind of financial reporting this was. The man now said something about how the South African broadcasting company was experiencing technical difficulties broadcasting from the present building. So the man and woman had to switch buildings. I don't know if I'd realized before this point that the conference call was taking place in South Africa. I figured it made sense that there were technical difficulties, given the current infrastructure situation in South Africa (???). The man and the woman now began clowning around on the screen even more. The screen's view then switched to a view of either a huge office or a huge apartment in a tall building. A pretty, young, Asian woman with really sexy eyes and brown hair sat before the camera, with a huge window behind her. The Asian woman was eating a huge, sloppy hamburger. She got all fussy and pouty, as if she were offended that anybody might expect her to act professional. She whined, "Well, everybody is still coming over here to get the conference call started. So I'm gonna eat some food." I was wondering what the hell was going on with this conference call. It was the least professional conference call I'd ever seen in my life. I wondered how long it was going to take to get the conference call started back up. I wondered if I needed to change buildings as well. I felt like that would cause a terrible delay. But I then realized that my screen was fine. I didn't need to change buildings. It was just the connection in South Africa that was having troubles. Dream #3 I was in Chile with a somewhat wealthy Chilean family. The family was a father and three daughters. We had been out doing something when something happened to me whereby I received a lot of money. At the same time, the father received a call from a company saying that he owed the company a lot of money. We had to head back to the family's home, which was a pretty big apartment in a tall building. I had been flirting with the oldest daughter while we had been out. But, also, something I had done had upset the middle daughter. She was now in the kitchen, pouting. I walked from the hallway into the kitchen by pushing open a set of swinging doors (like might be in the doorway of a saloon in a Western movie). The kitchen was narrow. The daughter sat in a window well at the end of the kitchen. I pulled my wallet out of my pocket. I told the girl, "You know I said that once I had money I'd help you with -----." I began fingering through some American bills, trying to figure out how much money I needed to give the girl. The girl warmed up to me. She didn't seem so upset anymore. I sat in the window-well with the girl. I put my right arm around her. I then began fondling her between her legs with my left hand. I wondered if what I was doing was right. After all, I had just been flirting with the oldest daughter. Should I really be flirting with the middle daughter, too? Then I realized that, somehow, the "agreement" among the family was that I should act as a "husband" for all three daughters. So it was okay for me to be messing around with all three girls. Someone called the girl and me out to the living room. I was now lying on my stomach in the living room, looking into another room through a doorway. I saw a young man lying on his back on a mattress. The young man was sick. He was possibly about to die. One of the reasons, I realized, that we had come back home was because the young man had suddenly taken ill while we had all been out. (I should also say that somehow the mother's death, "a few years back," played into this part of the dream. But I can't remember how.) The father was sitting at the table in the adjacent dining room. His business partner sat to his left. The father was on the phone, possibly with the company that was claiming the father's supposed debt. I figured that there was something I should be doing to take care of this situation. I felt I could be resourceful enough to take care of something. I knew people (???). I should be able to get in touch with someone in the US who knew an expert in Chilean financial legal matters. The father addressed me. He told me how much he loved this place. He had a black-and-white satellite-photograph map of the neighborhood laid out on the table. He pointed out a specific park that he and his family loved going to. The park was next to a plaza and a museum. It was a very prestigious neighborhood. My view zoomed "upward" away from the park as the father explained mournfully how it was likely that the family was going to be forced out of this neighborhood by its sudden financial troubles. My brother, who, I now saw, had been sitting across from the father, pushed a piece of notebook paper across the table to the father. The paper had a transcription of the "contract" which was the main point of dispute between the father and the company. My brother had made the transcription in green pen. The writing was all some kind of hieroglyphic or symbol language, full of radish-shaped, circular letters with circles inside of them. I might have told myself something silly, like this was the native Mayan (???) language of Chile. The father began critiquing my brother's transcription. He used a pen to insert a crucial "keyhole" (as he called it) glyph into the transcription. I sat down to the father's right as he tearfully began explaining everything the contract meant. The father was thin, but it seemed like he was just beginning to gain weight, as if he'd be overweight in a few years. He had coppery skin and a tight, curly hairstyle. He wore a brown, tweed suit, a white dress shirt, and a tie. The man's business partner wore a very similar suit. But the partner was pale white, very thin, tall, and gangly. He wore square, silver-rimmed glasses. He had shaggy, red-brown hair and a half-stubbly beard. The father translated the "Mayan" document for me. He was eventually able to explain to me that there was some kind of claim being made by the company for cash which should really have been considered a "non-cash" obligation (???). It was becoming increasingly clear to me, as the father tearfully explained the text, that the terms of the contract actually didn't specify a monetary obligation at all, but a kind of conditional agreement that would only have a monetary value based on certain successes, which the father did not have. Finally, when I saw the situation for what it was, I began talking, right over the father's weeping explanations. I kept asking the father who his legal counsel was. It took a while for the father to stop crying and just listen to me. My plan was to see what kind of legal counsel the father had. But I already knew that if the father didn't have sufficient legal counsel, I would almost certainly be able to find some in the United States.
I don't remember all of my dream last night,but i was at my high school, and I walked to the third floor. I started out by the entranceof the driveway by the school, and i walked to the third floor using the stairs and into the classroom only to find that I had forgotten my backpack in the parking lot. I freaked out because i didn't want to be late for class by running back down so for some REASON an idea came to me. I visualized where I wanted to go and closed my eyes as I fell backwards onto my back. When I had opened my eyes, it started out a bit blurry but I was in the parking lot laying down and i got up. Some people wre kind of confused as to why I was laying down in the middle of the lot but I just got up and ran away The last part of my dream was putting my wifes dog on a leash, and the dog was trying to bite it cuz it didn't wana be on the leash.
04.12.2010Floppy Neck (WILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I was about to reply to some of my adoptees' PMs on Dreamviews, but I thought I'd get inspired to reply with something more interesting if I had a WILD first. I was quite sleepy, and feeling the effects of a severe hangover. I predicted a WILD would definitely be on the cards. Before getting back into bed I turned on a lamp in the corner of the room to provide a little light. It's annoying to have a false awakening into a pitch black room- and I hoped having a light on in the real world would affect my dreams. For a long time I lay on my back, to try and relax. Nothing much happened. After shifting position a few times, I thought I could hear someone talking. It sounded like a radio show. I listened carefully and made it louder. It turned into a roaring vibration coming from the sides of my forehead, then stopped. The next thing I knew, I was playing Halo. I assumed this was brought on by looking at the new map pack before going back to bed. Although for some reason I was playing Halo 1. The graphics weren't great. I was inside some kind of blue-tinted warehouse, and some maniac was flying around on a ghost. I stuck it with a plasma grenade and jumped out of the way before he splattered me. I considered taking the ghost (which wasn't completely destroyed) for a spin, but I felt myself starting to wake up. I was back in bed, unsure of whether or not I was awake. The lamp was on. As a kind of anchor, I tried to continue playing Halo with a controller I found in my hands. I kept my eyes closed, so I could still see the game I was playing, and used the "controller" to keep moving around. I didn't think I could sustain the dream this way, so I gave up and opened my eyes. I thought I had woken up and was disappointed. Just to be sure, I looked at my hand as a reality-check. It was missing. I dropped my arm in disbelief. Getting out of bed was a challenge. My neck muscles didn't seem to work, and my head just flopped back on my shoulders. I momentarily fixed it by pulling my head forward by the jaw, but then I was stuck looking at the floor. Suddenly I was back in bed. There was someone in the room with me. It turned out to be the dude who lives across the hall. I held out my arm and he helped me up. "What are you doing here anyway?" he asked. "Dreaming," I replied. "This isn't real." I knew this dream wasn't very stable, so I abandoned any ambitious goals I may have had. Instead, I stumbled into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. For some reason, I could only see my reflection in the mirror when I looked at it from an angle. There was no reflection at all when I looked straight-on. Unlike real life, I was clean-shaven, and my hair was quite neat. After another false awakening, I found myself in a supermarket, looking at some kind of media device. It was quite like an ipod, but was more square than my ipod touch. I scrolled through various music tracks, and found myself drawn to one piece: "In the Hall of the Mountain King". Downloaded when I woke up, a good choice. It wouldn't play in the dream though.
I was on some sort of rollercoaster it seemed. I was just sort of floating around and watching the environment around me. I saw a football game going on. Some people from my old school were talking about it. Then my vision became sort of like a fb interface. Then VA's chat popped up in my window, and we started talking. He started talking about lucid dreaming to me. I told him that I already knew what it was. He mentioned something about falling asleep into it, and I told him that I couldn't WILD. He then mentioned that he had a DILD once. Then I was browsing DV and saw my DJ. Then SA starting chatting to me too, and she gave me a link to DV. She asked if it was my account. It was. I wasn't sure if I wanted to tell her it was; surely it couldn't hurt, but do I really want someone looking at what goes through my mind? What if they decipher the meanings, or decipher them wrongly? I was quite puzzled. I chatted with someone else too, but I can't remember who. Eventually I ended up in this sort of back yard of some cottage. It was snowy and wintery, but yet I wasn't cold. I was apparently part of some choir, so I started singing. I did pretty horrible. I apologized and said that I didn't know the song, and someone retorted that I should know it. I then went to get the sheet music for a song that I apparently knew. I sang it decently. That was the end of the dream. Edit: Just remembered another fragment. Can't remember where I was, but I think AN was maybe there. Someone, I think KA, asked, "So how many people DO like you then?" I shrugged and told her I didn't know. I said that AN seemed to, but who could be sure of everyone else? saw flashes of a few other people, and then it ended
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