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regular dreams: 7-31-10

I was up north and I only recorded some dreams from one night. The other nights I didn't get that much sleep from staying up so late so I don't remember anything else.

Criss Angel

Criss Angel was signing autographs or something at a white table. I came up to the table to greet him and he gave me a box filled with small presents. He told me that I was the winner of some contest because I sent him an email telling him how much I love his show(yea, I did that in real life..). I wanted him to hug me but instead my sister leaned over the table and Criss just gave her a small half-hug and I didn't get one.

Obama Knows Everything- Even Dog Chow Ingredients/Brands

Me and a friend were at some drugstore and the president showed up. He needed to buy some dog food so he went over to some shelves that had dog food and a bunch of people were following him. He was acting all smart and explaining the difference of dog food brands and the nutrients and stuff in them. He seemed to just know everything.. Then he bought something and went off to catch a flight. Sometime in this dream me and my friend were chasing a dead girl.. or something...

I was in an isolated portion of the ocean with some other people. We were part of a class that was about dolphins. The teacher was an older fellow. Each person in the class had to choose a specific type of dolphin to have as their partner. In order to choose your dolphin partner, you had to draw a zig-zag pattern down the dolphins back. I found a dolphin I wanted, and drew the pattern, but it ended up disappearing. So at this point there were only two dolphins left for me to choose, one really disfigured one and one that was more like an otter. The teacher described the second dolphin as being not actually a dolphin, but rather a wolf-like ancestor to the modern dolphin. The teacher then asked me what was in the ocean, and I said bottlenose dolphins. He said that he thought I would be better suited working with a bottlenose dolphin. So I left the isolated area of the ocean and entered the larger ocean. At that point I noticed my dad standing on a jungle-gym-esque contraption in the water. I looked back in the direction of the all-elusive bottlenose dolphin, but I ended up waking up.

Gotta play catch up again. I've been so busy these last few days!

Also, it's important to note that I'm adding a new color! Purple now indicates semi-lucidity.

7/31/10

1- Slave to my Own Bloodlust
Poetry usually comes so naturally to me... And this is about Artemis. It should be easy. So why am I struggling? I am frantically trying to get a few more words down before class starts, when I am interrupted by the janitor. He wants me and several other students to accompany him on a brief errand. I readily follow, hoping that the trip takes longer than planned. Anything to get out of admitting that my homework isn't finished.

Upon returning, I head slowly for the door--- when I realize that I left all my stuff in the janitor's van! When I hurry back to retrieve it, I am somewhat disconcerted to find that the creepy ghost kid who haunts the school has stolen it. Great. That means a trip down to the basement.

The kid is not pleased to see me. I spend a considerable amount of time trying not to die before I finally manage to retrieve my bookbag and split. I missed English completely. "Oops."

*time lapse*

I am walking down the hallway when my former Master, a Gorgon-like lady named Tybanta Silbane, appears in the mirror. Apparently she's still a bit PO'd about me ripping her eyes out and then ignoring her whenever she tried to contact me. "Did you think you could escape me so easily, Hazel?" she hisses. "You underestimate me. However, I'm willing to give you one last chance. Repent, and become my slave once more, and your life shall be spared."

My answer is a savage kick to the mirror, shattering her image and sending glass everywhere. Maybe now she'll get it through her thick, snakey head that I work for no one but myself.

She may be annoying, but she's still a Goddess. Her wrath is rather frightful on a dark night. Fortunately, I have lucidity on my side to quell the fear.

*time lapse*

Now only semi-lucid, walking with the baseball team to Silbane's lair. They have practically reached cult-hood in their near worship of her, and she gives them plenty of drugs to keep them happy. My brother is afraid that he will be turned to stone by her gaze. "She's not really a Gorgon," I tell him, "but her eyes are her strength. Slashing them out is your best bet if she comes after you."

Inside, she has her place set up like a fortune-teller's tent at a carnival. The words "Tybanta Silbane, the Magnificent," are written in elaborate letters across the table where she sits. Her only acknowledgement of my presence is a slight, sinister smirk. She plans to kill me.

The baseball team is standing in line, and she gives them each a shot of some kind of drug. Soon I am at the front. I know that my shot will not be as enjoyable as the others'. Just as she is about to inject the venom into my veins, I duck out of the way and deftly grab two sewing needles from a nearby basket, jabbing them violently into the dark Goddess's eyes. As she screeches in rage, I then proceed to chop her to pieces.

After the deed is done, I realize that I am sad to see her go. We had never really gotten along from the start, but deep down we had enjoyed each other's company.

I shouldn't have worried, though. Goddesses never stay dead for long.

Last night I had my first LD since joining this group. There wasnt much to it except a new flight, or rather levitation experience. It was a DILD, as all my LDs have been. Once I became lucid I tried punching a hole in a concrete wall, that didnt work. I spun around and this seemed to keep me lucid. Then I tried to levitate and it worked, twice. I felt a sort of breeze lifting me up, like I do when I fly, then I was off the ground and I could move around in the air. I was in an enclosed space with a low ceiling so I couldnt fly off. If it had been open sky I bet I could have flown. This was my first levitation.

I don't remember anything except for looking at my hands and I was missing both middle fingers.
I started rubbing my hands together but I started losing the dream, and I could feel myself lying in bed, so I woke up.

On second thought, my dream later consisted of me and some friends on a back porch in the middle of the woods. The animals running around we knew as Gods, and some adventures led us to transform to our own animals. I don't recall too much of this.

A later dream again included me and a few friends walking around a German festival as little kids. There were little games that entailed knocking over wooden figurines with a catapult launched ball from an airplane figurine. It was very crowded and for some reason my posse and I decided to walk up to one of the men running a little booth. I motioned for beer, and asked very innocently, "Bier?" He stared at me he and his friends broke out into laughter, except for one man who punched the booth manager across the face. I'm shady about the rest of the dream, except for my group later pinned the guy that threw the punch to the ground.

Type: regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
I dug up this entry from a slightly older dream journal.

I was lying on my queen bed inside my bedroom; it had beige walls and plush tan carpet. My bed had a duvet with a rainbow stripe cover, and this was what I was lying on. The lights were dimmed, and this cast a slightly creepy feeling onto the dream. I got up and became semi-lucid as I did, walking towards the white door to my room, which was closed. I had to pull a bit to open it, but then it opened. I had more lucidity at this point, so I decided to walk out into the hallway and summon people. But the hallway was extremely dark, almost black.

Suddenly, I felt something bite me hard on my foot, so I pulled back. "Hey!" I demanded. "Whoever did that, get over here, now!" Since it was a dream, I figured I'd use a commanding voice to get what I wanted. It was a shadow, almost shaped like a terrier dog, and it slipped quickly in front of me, then stayed still. I looked down at it. "What was that for? Bad dog."

It began to growl at me, and I saw translucent red beginning to drip from its sides. as well as teeth being bared. "Sorry about that," I said, trying to appeal to its better nature so it didn't attack me. Perhaps it was more powerful than I could control in this dream. "Want to go out for dinner?" I asked, wildly improvising.

"Sure," I heard come from it. It was a squeak, almost like a child's voice. We both exited the room and walked into the dark hallway. A few steps and I saw cracks of light coming from a door...

Type: regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
I dug up this entry from a slightly older dream journal.

It's daytime, probably as light as it could be, and I'm standing on a muddy road with my mother, because our car had broken down and we'd been walking for a few hours. This, I knew even though it didn't actually happen in the dream. On either side of the road were fields with wheat, barley, and anything else that would grow in the middle of nowhere. There were no trees, no houses, and no farming equipment.

My mom sat down in the mud; I could hear it sloshing in her jeans and shoes. I decided to look ahead and walk some more, and as I walked, I discovered wrappers of corn nuts. The packages were metallic, shiny, and in colors of evergreen, pink, and red. Most of them were empty, but as I bent down, I realized a few of them still had some left. The packages crumpled as I looked inside them for leftover.

I ate them ravenously. They were very crunchy, almost like hard candy, but I ended up swallowing them like pills, not feeling them go down my throat. I also saw a sky-blue twizzlers package, but I left it there.

I have recently started playing The Eldar Scrolls Oblivion again. Very good game!! In my dream I was in the country somewhere doing a mission for an old lady. Her husband came over on a horse with a few other guys. I cant remember what happened but I ended up with a realy cool black horse and an awsome sword.


I remember another fragment of an Oblivion dream but dont remember what happened.


I was playing some kind of FPS game. There were different character classes to choose, each person could fire bombs at the other and depending on your clas your bomb had different abilities like lock on or a time delay. The bombs were all a purply colour and it was realy fun.

Type: regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
I dug up this entry from a slightly older dream journal.

I was in my house. The lighting was dim; if I were to rate it on a scale of one to ten, ten being normal light in a house and one being dark, I'd give it a five. The house was large and modern; the walls were smooth light beige and the flooring was polished cherry hardwood. There were nooks and crannies and it reminded me of a house from a horror movie, but there was no horror aspect to the dream. At least, not yet.

The room I was currently in was completely empty, with the exception of a few packing beans and a thirty-inch television set mounted on the wall. I stared at it for a few moments, and then heard footsteps behind me. I spun around and was looking right into my sister's eyes. She was a few inches shorter than me, so she was looking up, but the look in her eyes frightened me a bit. She looked possessed.

I backed up a few paces and at the same time, she advanced. She was holding her hand up, which had a needle filled with light pink fluid. It was difficult to tell whether it was viscous or not, and to identify what it was, but whatever it might have been, I knew this wasn't a good thing.

She smiled as the look on my face changed from surprise to terror. I suddenly bolted and ran past her, barely missing a jab from the needle. I got to the stairs after a few good paces, but there were strips of wood blocking the way, and I couldn't crawl through a hole; there weren't any. I was pretty much trapped. My sister then stabbed me hard in the lower arm. I remember minutely realizing that this was a dream, so I told her "it'll take more than that." I grabbed the syringe and pointed it at her. "Go away."

The dream ended with the needle still in my hand.

Type: regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
I dug up this entry from a slightly older dream journal.

I was inside a Candy Store; this place was around the size of a cell phone store and had blue walls, as well as solid and pale confetti-colored flooring. Lining the walls were clear jellybean candy dispensers with different colored jellybeans, and there were a few cylindrical rotating shelves with pull-out drawers spaced out in different areas of the store. The counter with the cashier was in the back of the store in the middle, and it too was painted blue with a confetti-colored countertop.

My thirteen-year old sister walked up from behind me and said, "I'll be like five minutes in here." I knew I would be taking slightly longer, but I nodded and went to shop. I browsed at a bunch of unidentifiable candy in plastic bags and then went to the jellybean section and looked at the dispensers. I didn't end up buying anything, but then my sister met up with me and she was holding a large, opaque white bag that said "5" on it. I guessed that the five meant pounds.

She went to the cashier to pay. She was a woman in her forties with curly ginger hair, and was wearing one of those little hats like they give you at Krispy Kreme.

Except it didn't have anything on it whatsoever, it was just plain white. My sister gave some coins to the woman without even giving them the bag to examine, and then she handed her a survey. My sister looked at me, raising an eyebrow, and then at the survey again. "What is that?" I asked her.

"A survey about dogs."

"Why?" I asked her, completely dumbfounded. My gaze then flicked to the cashier who obviously heard my tone of voice and she said, "it's compulsory if you want to buy candy from this store. Take it or leave it, and the candy."

"This is bull," I spat, immediately frustrated, and took my sister gently by the arm. "We'll get candy somewhere else," I told her. I was still fuming as the two of us stormed out of the place.

Key: Non-Lucid, Lucid

Shop

I was a blonde woman. I had just bought a clothing store. I had the idea that every item should be in an individual box when you buy it. People said it was dumb but I was insistent. Over the course of the dream the company grew larger and larger. Eventually there were lots of people trying to buy me out, but I wasn't interested. I was really tired. It was all rather... odd?

Pokeball Flood Escape!

I was in a hotel with my parents. The water started gushing in. It was rising fast. We tried to run up higher but the stairs were blocked by random debris. We would surely drown. I had an idea! What if we were to hold on to a water Pokemon and return it to it's pokeball? Perhaps we too would go in to the ball and be safe from drowning? I convinced my parents it as a good idea and told the Blastoise I had chosen to come out of the ball in about 2 hours. At first I thought we would get inside it's mouth, but I realised we wouldn't fit so just went for holding on to it's shell. We held on to him and we all entered the pokeball with the typical white flash. Hopefully we would've survived but the dream ended.

I like it when it's obvious where my dreams come from. It's pretty simple day residue stuff here. I was watching a program about the Sri-Lankan tsunami the other day and have been getting back in to Pokemon recently.

Dream Lucid Dream

I should start out by saying that I don't remember anything at all before I woke up at around 6:00. Nothing. Nada. This depressed me, because I usually have pretty good recall in most of my dreams. When my alarm went off I don't think it interrupted any REM activity either, because I don't remember breaking off from a dream like I usually do.

When I did wake up, I decided to try and turn my failure into a WILD. I followed the steps pretty faithfully but I don't remember seeing any HI. I do remember when the sleep paralysis started to take over, because I panicked and ruined it. GAH! Even after I'd warned myself a thousand times, too.

At this point I fell back asleep, kind of. I was on the edge, really close to awakening, but I was also lucid dreaming. However, I couldn't do any sort of lucid dreaming activity, because then I would wake up again.

After a while, i fell back into non-lucid dreaming. I was in my backyard with a friend and my two sisters came in. One said "Hey this is Jennifer," and pointed to a girl from an Aeropostale ad. "And this is Michelle. Do you mind staying with them for a bit?" We said okay, but Michelle said "Actually I'm going inside." My sisters went in with her too.

We talked to Jennifer for a little but finally went inside. Michelle was sitting at the table trying to sell some product to my sisters. They kept saying "No, we don't want it, no thanks," but she wouldn't stop. Finally they ganged up on her and started yelling in synchronization. I said "Wow, you guys just said the same thing at the same time!" (Stupid, i know.) They started laughing.I woke up.

I was on a stage... and Harry Potter. Playing the trumpet, ukulele, and saxophone. The other main HP characters were also on stage playing various instruments, and so was Agent Smith with another agent; they were battling us.

Not much else to it other than that I rocked out on the trumpet like a pro, the Agents then captured the others in this magic force field, and I had no choice but to eviscerate them with a cork screw.

Then my mom woke me up. Having not been able to move naturally out of the dream, I could still feel it -- it was like being in a very heavy fog.

This was a non-lucid I just had, but one of the very fun ones. It was my second time dreaming a game like this, soccer, but you can use your hands as well.

The game was about 5v5 (it might've been 6v6) and we were in a gym, my gym teacher from 3 years ago was there as the referee. The goals were much smaller than last game (which was a whole wall), and was the window of a door, about 4ft into the wall. My team had the force, and the other team didn't know. We used it to move the ball while only tapping it. After about 15 min, the ref found out, and said we couldn't use magic.

My team wore red shirts, the other team white. I think all my team members were black (probably me too) and at the very beginning I thought our team was called the teenage mutant ninja turtles (Never watched the show, but loved the old movie when I was younger).

After being unable to use our power, shit got complicated. We were owning them before, something like 7-2, but eventually the score got back up (it went to 6-5 in the end). I made 3 goals, but I tried to make two that failed. One of the rules was that you couldn't be in the doorway when you threw/kicked the ball in.

It was the last point, the clock was running out (it was counting up to 8:00, not down to 0:00) and one of the other teams players tried to steal the ball from me before I shot another goal. This is when the dream started fading. We got tackled on the ground, and two of there team were grabbing the ball. I was pulling hard though, and they were no match. I was just about to free the ball and make a goal, when all of a sudden, I realized that my physical arm was exerting force, so I moved it (apparently still using dream logic) so I wouldn't have to exert force on it, so I could use my dream arm correctly.

Sonofabitch. I moved my arm and realized that I was basically about to DEILD back, and I was still barely in SP. I tried to DEILD regardless, but it didn't work. I am getting better at detecting when I wake up though, and I guess I found another dream sign. This game. Hopefully I become lucid sometime playing this game, because I always thought of playing this kind of game with goals midair, and flying and teleporting and whatnot. Dreamball. I'll call it something like that.

Last night I had a non-lucid dream about a seafood processing plant floating in the middle of the ocean. The only entrance was a small ramp that you would run your boat up onto to unload the seafood. We pulled up to the processing plant in a small, canoe-like boat, with Mike Rowe from Dirty Jobs as our leader. As we pulled up, a great white shark flopped up next to our boat on the ramp, trying to get some of the seafood, but quickly fell back into the ocean. Inside of the plant was a labyrinth of tubes and pipes, which fed various seafood products to different parts of the plant. There were no lights inside, and most of the workers seemed to have not seen the light of day in a long time.

In speaking further to the workers, they all seemed, frankly, like a bunch of hicks. They detested the outside world, and essentially their entire lives were centered around processing seafood. I walked among the rows of pipes and once in a while would grab a clam or muscle and eat it. I can't remember if I was eating these raw, or if they had somehow been cooked in the process. This was the end of that part of the dream, though the next fragment I remember was interacting with a boy from the plant, but was set in a supermarket.

Fragment: A boy from the processing plant was hiding in the lettuce pile in a supermarket vegetable isle. In order to entice him to come out, his older brother arranged macaroni noodles on sandwich bread and then put some Parmigiano Reggiano cheese on top of the noodles. The strange thing was that the noodles were cold, so I wouldn't exactly call it mac and cheese. At this point I woke up.