I walked out of my house into the street where ryan, cinan and someone else were sitting on a sidewalk. i asked them "what's wrong" and they replied "the world's ending", i looked up towards the Derry walls and saw that the sky had a green glow to it, almost like the image below.
Ice Cream Motorcade On a council estate the ten armoured ice cream vans drive two abreast, a motorcade hogging the road. All the kids are chasing and laughing with glee. Inside the vans are ten clear containers of thick glass. Each a rounded cube with no visible way to open them. Each contains a mysterious and valuable thick brown syrup. They’re arranged in the same formation as the vans, two abreast and five deep. When one of the trucks crashes a cube of the liquid rolls over, splitting in two. The liquid holds it’s form for the most part, oozing at the speed of a glacier.
In The Closet We’re chasing the bus through East Morton, a small village I used to live in. The kids are there waiting for us. As we’re running there’s piles of processed meat in the road, like piles of horse muck. As we’re chasing the bus it runs over a few piles, meat exploding out and as we stamp on them the same happens. Mechanically reclaimed meat is splattered all over the road, graphic and in maximum high definition detail. [fragment missing] It’s the early 90’s in Leeds, we’re moving out of our house, boxes are piled everywhere. I only see one of the rooms, a sparse bedroom, brown textured wallpaper that probably started life cream hangs onto the wall. There’s a single bed, tall and worn, next to a glass front cabinet filled with shelves, maybe six feet tall. A new guy’s moving in, his hair black and floppy, wearing a striped knitted jumper - quite emo. He emerges from the adjoining room, conspicuous in it’s mystery, the door seeming more real than real. He’s not coming out with us, deciding instead to hide from someone. However he chooses to hide in the cabinet. The glass fronted cabinet, with small shelves. He presses himself in trying to close the door. Somehow he manages, the glass warping around his features. We stand looking at him, ridiculous. He ushers us on so as not to give him away - idiot. Though he did lend me a book on Gothic films. As we leave, another housemate says hello to me, inconspicuous and throwaway. But it’s laden with emotion, with unrequited love for me. It took all her confidence to say hi to me, that one word filled longing. I know this and make a mental note to talk to her next time I see her and check out is she’s hot. That’s for another time though, right now we have to leave. We step outside, the door to the bedroom leading immediately onto the street. The air’s heavy with imminent rain and electricity. It’s early 90’s, and as we walk to college the camera swoops high, taking in the vista of the city, everything subtly tinted sepia. It swoops here and there in impressive aerial shots before sweeping back down at the college, where we’re just arriving. We study advertising and one of my tutors is Jeff Goldblum.
The bore-tender I'm stood in a large triangular bar, an old pub. Small red atmospheric lampshades dotted around, old oak all over, once varnished, now smooth and worn from hundreds of elbows, old trophies and photos pepper the walls. The bar itself makes fills most of them room, right in the centre serving from all sides. A plethora of bottles filled refracting the light, the amber liquids almost glowing. I'm the only one in the there, everyone else is in the beer garden outside drinking and having fun – it's a friendly, lively atmosphere. The bar tender's talking away to me, taking his time. I don't mind though, I'm enjoying my coffee, stirring in rich cream. He points to the TV on the wall in the corner, tells me his friend was in the TV show, but apparently he's a bit mental. He yammers on, I only half hear what he's saying. I can see my friends through the window drinking and having fun, getting the neighbouring table involved, wishing I was out there and getting a bit frustrated. He keeps on talking, the elderly bartender, white hair, in his red velvet waistcoat. He looks like part of the furnishings. Like the old wood he moves to a different time scale. I'm getting really frustrated now, why won't he just get my pints? I can't seem to get a word in edgeways, I'm stuck in here listening to him talking away while the fun's outside. Through the window everyone's laughing. Guess I'll never hear that punch line. My coffee starts to taste foul, like the cream's curdled and the coffee's burnt. This stupid old man. Just give me my pint – I'm your only customer! The coffee's disgusting. And he won't stop talking.
Accidental girlfriend I'm in a house full of people, all family and friends of my girlfriend. However my girlfriend is my real life ex's sister, and the worst bit is that I don't know which girl she is. So without wanting to lose face I try to navigate a busy house and try to figure out who's my girlfriend. I don't even want a girlfriend – how did this happen? I walk around giving pre-emptive smiles to pretty girls, trying a process of elimination, deflecting questions from her family about me and her. I finally think I've figured out who I think it is and call her name, she glares at me, wrong girl. The right girl however is behind me and didn't see my mistake. She leaps at me with a hug and plants a kiss on me. Ok, problem solved, I guess she's my girlfriend. She's quite hot, long blonde hair (I prefer brunettes), tall but not taller than me. She looks like a mash up of all the blonde mainstream actresses. It turns out she came into my room while I was asleep, woke me up and asked to be my girlfriend. In my confused state I say yes and run to the bathroom to pee. We blow the party off and go for a walk on the seafront. I've no idea where in the country we are but it feels southern, quite well to do. The populous look like aristocratic stock. It's dark, evidentally not a massive town, very little light pollution, I can see way more stars than in Leeds. We walk along but nowhere's really open. We stop for a smooch on the doorstep of a jewellers, white tiled floor, it's door facing the adjoining McDonalds. When we're finished we go into McDonalds but think better of it and leave, finding a small porch with a white tiled floor, the doors of the two businesses facing towards each other. Still hungry we go into the other door. Inside is a small, shabby, windowless room, a long Formica table nearly fills the space, there's maybe two feet between it and the wall. The only light is from a small TV in the corner, a grimy blue glow, eyes just able to see in the gloom. The air feels heavy and cloying. I'm sure this was very recently a living room in a shabby bedsit. We're knelt at the table, she's snuggled against me, content in our new home together. A customer walks in, dressed in a worn grey kimono. He orders the prawn noodles. I blink, realising I'm the chef in this debacle of a business. Problem is, I have no idea what I'm doing despite the massive menu we apparently offer. I look at the pictures in the menu for inspiration and turn to my stove, a crappy little camping stove, it's flame barely visible even in the gloom. I muddle around with a few ingredients, constantly scrutinised by the customer. He wasn't buying it, this super sleuth didn't believe I was a chef.
27/7 Found notes: Farmyard Crime Stoppers: some kids prank call Raul Moat during negotiations. Taking the video home. Fighting giant things (still fairly harmless – like a Wallace and Gromit monster) Devil fight Football team Fake fight Video 28/8 Me and Jordan are watching a deep pink sunset. Everything is bathed in pink, it's beautiful. We sit stand there and bask in it. [fragment missing] Slimer (from Ghostbusters) tries to cut us off. Downstairs the living bodies are being tied up.
Cats and cobbles I'm at work in the skatepark, the car park's been replaced with a cobbled courtyard. Outside it's night, some of the regulars are dressed as boy scouts, all crowded round a tall campfire. They've set up a tight rope over the fire, each taking it in turns to walk the rope and do tricks; somersaults and spins. As the fire spreads to the rope's support the line droops, becoming a slack line. The boys carry on, using it to add variation to their tricks, swinging in and out of the flames. Nearby are some talent scouts who've temporarily moved into the park, watching the guys on the rope, head hunting for the next big thing in skateboarding. I think I slept with one of them (women in skateboarding tend to come in two varieties:sour faced and stuck up or bubbly, busty and game) I start to have a look round and see the cobbled street extends further back, tall tudor houses with flower boxes line each side. Bright white plaster and painted black wood set an idyllic scene, the sun now high in the sky, locals milling around a market, a few tourists dotted amongst them. From one of the doors steps three clay animals, no more than a foot tall. Cartoon-esque, grey all over, one cat and two others I don’t remember. After milling about the market the cat was adopted by Quagmire from family guy. However he already had a bitch of a girlfriend and another cat creature, more advanced, futuristic and sleek, filled with servos and wires. [fragment missing] Quagmire’s house is pretty impressive, modern and expensive inside. In this particular room was the gym. The floor had a large raised area with wide french windows that looked out over the town. No need for curtains, the room was high enough to be hidden from view of the street. Exotic pot plants were dotted around between mini bars and modern sculptures. The lower section had state of the art gym equipment, chrome treadmills, weights, crosstrainers and a large mirror that led onto a steam room no doubt. In the night however, the room muted blue as moonlight streamed in through the large windows, the bitch girlfriend decided to try off the cat. She lunged for it, throwing it onto the tread mill. As it sailed through the air in slow motion the camera swooped low framing the cat in a close up and the woman, psychotic, in the background. To their surprise though, especially the cat’s, a single small sturdy dagger thunked out of each paw in place of claws. It landed on the treadmill and kept upright, maintaining purchase with it’s claws as it ran, thunk, thunk, thunk. In keeping up with the treadmill it survived, growing stronger and survived the night.
I started off at the mall with a friend(not a dream sign, cause he wasn't someone I actually know). We were walking on a balcony overlooking a cafeteria. Many people were enjoying meals down there. Suddenly, we were pulled into a room. Now, we were surrounded by girls! I liked this at first. Until... "We're werewolves."one said. Me and my friend freaked out. This was far from good. I was ready to crap my imaginary pants. "Don't worry. We're not going to eat you...yet."another said. So, they took us downstairs to a storage room. My friend and I sat next to a clothes rack, while two of the girls watched us. Then, I so randomly became lucid without dream signs or RCs! AGAIN! Lucidity was on my side now. Then, the other girls started the girly talk, and the two guards went over to join in on it. "Let's go!"I said. Luckily, we were next to the stairs. So, we ran up. "Stop them!"a girl shouted. We had to get out of there fast. My friend tripped on the stairs. "Get up!" I said. "No! Go without me!"he replied. Then, the girls got him. Too late now. I ran out to the balcony. I summoned a pistol with silver rounds. "Nobody move!" I shouted. They thought this was a hold up. They ran into a corner and waited. I jumped down into the cafeteria. I landed safely, even though it was like a fifteen foot drop. One werewolf came down. I shot her. Another...and I shot her. A third came in human form. "Go away now...or die."she said. Then, she flipped me off! "F*** no." I replied. I fired, and she dodged it. Now she was in werewolf form. I kept firing, and she kept dodging. Finally, one of my bullets winged her. She was on the ground. I pointed the gun at her to finish her off. Then...I dropped the gun. I spared her. I ran off, and soon awoke.
I dreamed I was in a large battle on the highway. We were winning. Suddenly, Godzilla and a giant octapus appeared.We hid in the basement of a nearby building. Then, I suddenly became lucid without RCs or dream signs again! Awesome! I decided to use the closed-eye method again. I believed as hard as I could that it wouldn't wake me up, but it still did! WTF?
I dreamed I was picking up some stuff from a dude's house. People warned me about a thief who was going around. Turns out, the dude was the thief. So, I shot him and called the police. He got arrested. I just so randomly became lucid without my dream signs or an RC! I did the closed-eye method, and awoke! NO!
08/04/10 I'm driving my dad's old Ford truck, trying to get out of town. I'm not sure if I'm in Ixburg or Quickton, but I'm driving west (along the north road from Ixburg, what) so I can go watch the sunset on a hill. The hill apparently has a car wash, which I'm grateful for, because the interior of the car is soaked in blood. I'm driving on the right-hand side of the car, and the blood from the seat is seeping into my t-shirt. Another truck passes me on the west side, because I can't accelerate fast enough. At this point, I'm definitely driving down the highway through Quickton. I turn back onto the highway and start driving west. Until suddenly I'm not. I'm walking through the west side of town, my feet crunching over packed white snow. Then, for some reason, I'm walking along on my knees. A woman appears and asks what's wrong, but I don't remember what I told her. We both notice a smell in the air, some lemony entree that seems to be coming from a building. The woman says that the building is hers, but that I should come in out of the cold. I go inside and notice that the building is Curves, a women's gym. I look at one of the walls, covered in recipes for low fat foods. I'm reading one for french toast that says to saturate the bread in olive oil. And that's it. A plate appears in front of me and I try it. It tastes like corn syrup, but the bread is soggy. I turn around and see my martial arts instructor from Halifax. I remember that I had to tell him I wasn't coming to karate class (though he doesn't teach karate...), but the man tells me just to show up and do what I can. The scene shifts and I'm looking at a room with tall glass pillars and holograms. From a third person POV, I'm watching Neal, Peter, and Diana go through a training exercise. Neal is hanging back, looking nervous (I think I've had this dream before). Diana goes crashing through one of the glass pillars, and is suddenly falling several stories, flailing her arms. As Neal, I run to the edge of the floor, which has suddenly disappeared. I look for a way to help Diana, but there's nothing. In the next moment, her body is laying on the floor at an odd angle, blood oozing from a wound on her head. Then we're standing around the body, the floor having repaired itself, but glass still everywhere. We're beginning an investigation. Someone's writing on a notepad, and Peter is calmly explaining the next steps in our investigation. There's a montage of people in animal costumes, climbing the outside of glass buildings and waving at the people inside. I wake up and attempt to WILD, but fall asleep immediately. I'm walking along the service road, watching the train tracks carefully. The train tracks have replaced the highway that runs through town. I plan to jump onto a train going west. I'm not sure where I'm going, but I have enough money for a bus ticket to get back. I don't think I plan on coming back, though. I'm walking, now, with three other guys who have the same plan. One of them is a guy I knew from high school. We chat amicably, planning, and trying to figure out what kind of container would be easiest to get into. We also discuss our exit, saying that it'll be dark when we get wherever we're going, and that we'll have to jump from the train before we get into town, because the security there is too tight. There's a train driving along the road with other traffic, getting ready to merge into the train tracks. The train looks just like the one in Inception, but the jagged pattern is a dark yellow. This isn't the train we want. I imagine jumping onto a lit stretch of concrete, only to have it turn out to be water, covered in ice. I fall into the water, crashing through the ice, and try to get to shore. I have to climb over thin ice, though - I snap back into the present. We get ice cream from a vendor, and I'm trying to find a bathroom before we leave. I spot the train in the distance, though, and all four of us are running for the train tracks. Waiting for a Train. Scare Factor: 4.
Updated 08-05-2010 at 07:49 PM by 31096
I started off at my school(DS). In the locker room(DS), we were talking about how the U.S. was starting to draft people into the army again. I got worried cause I didn't wanna be drafted. Randomly, we all got drafted into the army. I suddenly lucid without RCing, but I did see my friends and notice they were dream signs. Then, I used the closed-eye method and awoke. Aw man!
I started off at my house with a classmate(DS). She went over to talk with my mom. I saw to mini gray spiders. "Hey bub, you trying to steal my mate?" one of the spiders said(awkward). Then, it became giant. Bigger than me! He picked me up and started throwing me around and biting me. Luckily I had a knife on me. He picked up again, and I couldn't reach it. I finally reached it. I pulled it out, and stabbed the spider's eyes out. He fled shrieking in pain. My classmate(DS) saw me and got help. Suddenly, I was at a boot camp. A guy bet me twenty bucks that I couldn't shoot a helmet he set up. I aimed, and fired. I hit it, and got twenty bucks. This camp was oddly filled with my classmates(DS). Suddenly, I became lucid without RCing! So, I walked into the cafeteria, and saw that everyone was in a trance. I saw the guy who put them under the trance. I went over and kicked him in his face. Then, I awoke before I could do anything else.
First dream: Night before last night I was in a mansion or something. There were people who looked like older versions of the Wishbone gang (Joe, David, an Sam). I forgot most of the dream but I do remember we were searching for something-but got tangled up in some mystery-(ok I know the Wishbone/Okadale gang from the TV show Wishbone don't orindially get involve with mysteries-except the Slobbery Hound-but hey its only a dream. I can have whoever I like in the dream ) But than discover a hole in the wall and sometime later there was a close-up on Joe's face and he said something about the wall and we went through the hole we were standing on a balconcy. But we were too late or something. There was slavery or something going on below us or something. For some reason I than spilt up with those guys. I might have become unconscious or something. 2nd dream: I woke up in my dream and I was underneath an gorcery store or something. But my hands were tied and there were these werid real cartoon characters running around in the grocery store (but the only ones that I actually recognize was Velma and the Scooby-Doo) Velma and Scooby Doo were near my spot on the other side of the door but I did call out of them-but Scooby just jumped onto Velma. Velma did tell him afterwards to chili out. A short time later I think the rest of the Scooby Gang accidently came down a fake chimmney or something in the same room as me. If I remember correctly I think Daphne noticed me and said something along the lines "As least I am not the only one who is danger-prone around here." Than the dream shifted to school where 3 girls (Sam, Clover and Alex from Totally Spies!) were just getting ready to leave their last classroom of the day but for some reason Sam's hand was stuck to the back of her chair.
Lucid: Nope Dream Aids: Calea Zacatechichi, Melatonin Vividness: Not great Dreamsign Lucidity For dream memories that are just too vague, I think I'll keep them in one entry per night. Fragment 1: I vaguely remember being at work and serving this obnoxious lady. Also one of my roommates was working there with me even though in waking life he works elsewhere. Fragment 2: I was down south at home and found out that Frank Zappa was giving three concerts on the East Coast. I guess apparently he had come back from the dead to play a few shows. I was bummed because I couldn't make it to any of them.
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