Tuesday 7th April 2009 Standing by a choppy sea with the tide threateningly striking the shoreline, myself and the rest of the students in college who study geography were standing by. Apparently simply engaging in idle chat. The odd thing about this "beach" was the fact that it lacked sand, rather, it was just a cement ground with a few-and-far-between scattering of cobblestones breaking the monotonous gray with dull shades of purple. Behind us were ruins which were pearl white with shadings of a beautiful pastel purple. The pillars curled up into arches that stretched higher than anyone below could reach. Despite the fact that it was night and the sky was painted with prussain and ultramarine, nothing about these ruins appeared ominous, but calm. I, however, wasn't talking to anyone. I stood alone and affixed my gaze to the ever advancing tide. Watching as the white foam surrounded the feet of the seemingly oblivious students. Nevertheless, snapping out of my trance, I turned and headed through the looming -- but not in any way menacing -- archway. I walked down a steep path which was surrounded by short-cut grass and at the bottom there, scattered around, were various ruins which were slumped towards the ground with smaller pillars pressed haphazardly against them; as if the slightest touch would send the pillars tumbling down the side of the cliff and into the sea. This was odd because it suggested that the whole area was surrounded by the sea. I sat myself down on a slab of rock which protruded from the grassy surface and glanced into the sky. There I saw, flying in the air, a blimp that had been burst. But in spite of that, was flying quite normally through the night sky. Then stood at the top of the steep pathway was a group of my college friends who were still talking. I stood and started back up the path, the others leaving back through the arch before I reached the top. I stopped. I could see panicked students running away from the hostile waves which now beat onto the shore with incredible and relentless force. I turned on my heels and looked down at the ruins again and spotted a small flight of stairs leading down to somewhere. I can escape through there... Suddenly, we were in an hotel. I stalked through the halls and into the bathroom which had a row of toilet cubicles inside. Stepping into one I began to adjust the green top I was wearing, convinced it didn't fit properly. Opening the cubicle door and staring into the mirror directly opposite, I kept tugging at the top. Unhappy, I left the bathroom and walked into the bedroom next door. It was in complete darkness except for the golden light which now seeped in though the crack of the ajar door. There were two beds, one of which was already occupied by someone, sleeping. Following suit, I walked to the bed on the right of the one currently in use. --------------------------------------------- [Fragment] Corrupt Tuesday 7th April 2009 I was playing a game on the Gamecube and a message appeared saying that the memory card was "slowly being corrupted." Unhappy about this, I suggested to my brother that we should quickly copy the data onto another memory card so we wouldn't lose it.
Monday 6th April 2009 A college friend was sleeping over at my house. After slipping on a pair white pyjamas and a matching housecoat, he slipped into bed and fell asleep. Meanwhile I was on the PC browsing the internet.
Saturday 4th April 2009 Myself as well as a few others (which may have included my sister and cousin) were collecting rubbish from the streets and bundling it into several plastic bags. This was no normal errand. But one from the army, it seemed. For some unexplained reason they wished to obtain bags upon bags of waste and we had been sent to carry out this strange task. Taking the bags of rubbish I had collected with me, I walked into a house where my cousin and a man who I had never met before were staying and sat myself on the floor. The man then loomed over me, radiating a frightening demeanor, carrying a pile of the rubbish I had collected and angrily dopping it down beside me, "You forgot this," he seethed. It was then time to take the rubbish to the soldiers. It was night outside but the dark, obsidian sky lacked the beautiful gleam of twinkling stars. I headed up a small embankment on which a grey, military helicopter now occupied. Men in the standard camouflague uniform leaped from inside it and approached me before taking the rubbish and heading back. --------------------------------------------- [Fragment] Rabbits Saturday 4th April 2009 Watching a computer animated program about colourful rabbits, myself, my sister and our auntie listened intently to the theme song to find out the names of the baby purple rabbit and the other red one. They danced around to the lively theme song which spouted out a variety of different names, the ones I heard being Peter and Edward. Nevertheless, my auntie and I engaged in a debate about it because we both heard different things.
06.12.2010Find the kid! (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Dieser Traum hatte definitv eine lange Vorgeschichte aber ich kann mich nicht erinnern. This dream had a very long back story, but the following is the only fragment I can remember. Me and some other people were in the stockroom of a big toy-shop. We searched for a little kid, which looked like the kid from "Poltergeist". (Rest in Peace) Someone kidnapped her. Suddenly millions of babydolls came avanche-like towards us. The wave of dolls literally inundated the big shophall. Some of the dolls were electronic and walked and talked through the hall. We ran through the hall and searched for the real kid between all those fake kids.
Friday 3rd April 2009 Upon waking from a dream I no longer remember, I opened my eyes a crack and peered out into the darkness. I didn't focus much on my surroundings to begin with, however, after a closer inspection (my vision becoming clearer in spite of my eyes remaining half-lidded) I came to the realisation that I was in fact lying in my bed in the living room; right where the chair was supposed to be. The vision in my left eye was hindered due to the obtrusive pillow, my gaze sweeped across the dark expanse of the room before coming to the conclusion that I was still dreaming. I attempted to regulate my breathing into a steady rhythm and opened my eyes wider-- still, my left eye was half covered in darkness due to the pllow which my head had sunk into -- On my right eye was what seemed like a scattering of white dust which obstructed my view further. I lifted my head -- which felt incredibly heavy -- from the pillow, but in spite of my efforts I couldn't control myself very well and fell limply back onto the pillow. Curiosity then spiked and since that getting up was now off the agenda, I was curious as to see what my hand would look like. Would it have more fingers as it usually did when I did a reality check? Be a little blurry? Raising my arm, which experienced the same heavy feeling as my head, I raised my hand into a clearing in my vision between the walls of black and white. To my surprise, I merely gazed at a stump; cut off at the wrist abruptly, my hand was simply none existant. --------------------------------------------- Stairway to... Friday 3rd April 2009 I stood at the entrance of the house -- the hallway enveloped in darkness -- and two figures emerged from within its dark depths; my sister and following close by was one of my good college friends. Apparently, he'd slept over for the weekend and now the time had arrived for his departure. I feel a pang of guilt wash over me. I find myself wishing we ould have done more to make his stay more enjoyable. (Albiet I didn't seem to recall what was done during his stay.) Turning on my heels, my vision swept passed the doorway of my dad's bedroom -- someone was inside. Her back was facing me but she was clad in silk, pale pink pyjamas and a house coat that looked rather like a small kimono. Her long, wavy black hair was gathered into a tight pony tail which trailed, incredibly, right down to the top of her thighs. I fleetingly wonder who she was. One of my sister's friends I'd decided. "Don't forget your fan!" I hear my sister's voice from behind me. Following that, the mysterious girl produced a pink fan and packed it into a bag. My sister then grabbed a bag from somewhere and filled it with clothing of which included a red T-shirt and a brown one. Then, with her free hand grasped a nearby suitcase and we started out the door, first walking to our neighbour who lived directly opposite. "Could you look after this, please?" she inquired to the man who now stood at the door. He accepted the suitcase without hesitation and promptly we headed down the stairs. It appeared that I was now carrying the bag with the T-shirts inside, another random white T-shirt hooked in my right hand which flopped around lazily with my movements. Continuing the journey down, the stairs began to undergo metamophosis; taking on the appearance of hard, cold stone stairs which led up to a huge archway from which white light flooded through. This light was of stark contrast to the sullen darkness of the room. And this time, by myself, I walked up the stairs. I heard a jumble of voices -- male ones -- ricocheting across the barren area. "It's a shame when people you're looking for aren't there..." "Yeah, it is." I was very nearly at the top. I began up the last flight of steps before I realised I had dropped the bag I was carrying, which was now hanging loosely on a long plank of wood that was propped up against the side of the banister. And looking up again, I saw a frightened man, pale with fear and pleading looks painted across his features, slowly crawling his way up on his hands and knees towards the light.
Thursday 2nd April 2009 A young girl -- possibly in her teenage years-- with an unknown identity, featured in a documentary; although its exact purpose has eluded my memory. Her face, constantly masked by an unsure blur appeared many times on the television screen accompanied by a typical, male, news reporter voice claiming that she was a "very special and very important person..."
March 31st 2009 A friend, Larissa was the only face I had seen. She wore a smile on her face and her blonde hair was tied into a loose pony tail; small, fair strands protruded from her otherwise perfectly straight hair along the hairline. She donned a pale blue fleece which was left unopen at the neck. We spoke of planning a day out because we haven't seen each other since last year.
Updated 06-23-2010 at 10:05 PM by 25203
My dad has taken the family out to the farm, but he needs to go back into town. I drive a regular-sized car to show him the way, but he's driving a massive tractor or threshing machine. Eventually we arrive in town, and for some reason pull into a construction zone. Dad starts to pull monster truck rally tricks with his vehicle, and continues without interference until quitting time for the construction workers. They kick us out, and we have to return the vehicles to the farm.
I am walking to the other campus of our school when I see a man with a gun. He looks like Zero. I ask him why he has a gun, and he says that he overheard that there would be a school shooting today, so he came prepared. I notice that I'm holding dice in my hand. I continue walking to the other campus. Next to me, I see a freshmen sneak up behind another student. He whispers menacingly in his ear, "Had a nice life?" He tries to shoot him, but his hand twitches and he shoots a girl standing next to him. He shoots her in the neck. The girl falls over and the witnesses, including me, run over to help the poor girl. The attacker runs away. It seems like the guys around me aren't taking this seriously enough, so I yell at them to call 911 because I don't have my phone. We stay with the girl for a few hours, and she makes a fast recovery (the ambulance never came).
It was the end of the school day, and also the last day of school. I was trying to turn in my books to the library before the bus left. I was walking around the campus but I couldn't find the library! It was completely missing. I looked out the window and noticed that the buses were gone, great. Why didn't I just drive to school today? I kept looking and saw my friend Meg, she was holding a net in her hand. In the net was some books. I asked her where the library was, and she told me to go down the hall and take a left. I did what I was told, but I found myself in the cafeteria. A large Mayan display had been built. This was outrageous, libraries just don't disappear like this! I decided to do a reality check. I looked at my hands and saw that I had 6 fingers, nice! I turned around, and I was in my kitchen. Mom was trying to talk to me, and I was still really concerned about the books. I wasted about 5 minutes looking for the books to put on the table so I would remember to drop them off at the library later. I told my mom that I was leaving, and she said that she wanted me to stay here so I could talk to her. I left anyways, but she started chasing after me and sprayed me with the hose! COLD! , Vanessa
There was a pirate girl who had been brutally stabbed to death. She was on a rowboat trying to get to the mother ship before she died. When she got there she was taken in by the captain so he could try to heal her. The captain told her that although she had managed to stay alive, Davy Jones was still going to pay her a visit. She was sitting on her boat alone. Next to her were a pile of snow white skulls. She traced any of the remaining dirt off of them with the whites of her fingertips. A groaning sound came from the front of the boat, and she saw that Davy Jones was here. [missing time] We're now back at my grandmother's house, and we are all trying to kill Davy Jones. We have all sorts of guns, but either they don't work, or shooting just doesn't kill him. The captain tries to protect the girl from Davy Jones by shielding her in the closet, but Davy Jones knows she is there. He takes his long tentacles and reaches under the door and grabs her soul. I finally get the gun to work and so I shoot at Davy Jones. The bullet goes through him, but he laughs as nothing happens. I shoot him several times, and the same things happen.
Most of my dreams last night were meh. There was one interesting one, where I started a lucid fight with a DV member, but if that person doesn't remember it, then I won't bother recording it. At the very least, expect a BEoD tonight explaining the origins of that Shadow Monster I mentioned in my last entry.
Still playing catch-up... Dead sleep between 12:30a-7:30a Alarm attempt for a 8:30 alarm to DEILD. Too sleepy, turned it off and passed out. Wake-up alarm at 10:45. Too sleepy, passed out (lol ) Woke up on my own at 11:40a. As such, not too many memories recalled from my dreams, other than listening to an answering machine and expecting to hear one from Darren. I can't remember why I expected there to be one, but hey there was, and he was thanking me for the birthday message I gave him. I also remember lots of hanging out with people. It's all so vague!
Updated 06-24-2010 at 07:53 PM by 28724
Dreams from last night and the night before. One of them was a nightmare. ~One dream consisted entirely of a guy chasing me with a dagger. By the time I woke up from it, he had stabbed me in the stomach, slashed my face, and deeply cut my arm. It scared the crap out of me. ~I fell asleep again after that one and ended up in Wal-Mart. I walked around by the checkout things for a while, and then just started hopping around. I noticed I stayed suspended in the air for a few seconds before I fell. But the minute I thought, "Hey, that's kind of cool...", it stopped happening. I jumped up as high as I could, but just fell right back down. I just kept walking around. I started thinking of the murderer from the last dream, but in the dream I was thinking that that had actually happened, not that I had dreamed it. I guess I looked kind of freaked out or something, because a guy walked up to me and asked if I was okay. I know he wasn't TG or Tiger, but it doesn't seem like he was a DC. He asked if I needed a hug. I told him yes. He gave me a big hug, and afterwards I think I went out to the parking lot. ~I was in a hallway at school. A guy suddenly came running towards me with a group of people behind him. He told me to join them as he pushed a brick in the wall. It went back and a door slid open. We all went through the doorway and came out in a secret room. The group sat in a circle while the guy closed the door. He said something about some kind of spell, and told someone to cast it. Everyone looked at everyone else. "Do you know how to do it?" someone asked me. "No, I don't think so." "I do." A girl said something I forget, and a symbol glowed red on her foot. A dog ran into the room and the guy was about to tell everyone something when I woke up. ~I have no idea where I was in this one. I was a dog, though, a german shepard rottweiler mix like my grandma's. There were two or three other dogs that looked like me. We were trying to solve a riddle to get some little figurine-type things. We went all around the place we were at. There was a wooden floor that was apparently on stilts or something, because in places it would just collapse under us and we would have to try to get back up. There were other groups of dogs, too. They all looked like us, but some were old, some were crazy and rabid, and other things. I think I woke up after falling into the floor for the upteenth time. ~Then just a frag: I was watching the new "The Last Airbender" movie. It hasn't come out yet, so I wish I could've remembered some of the words to compare when I see the real movie.
I was with Randy at 13th. I was trying to clock in butthe computer was all messed up and it would not work. It made me late. (mildly vivid) Something about a snake biting me. (Vauge) Something about facebook and OS 4. (Jumbled)
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