12.05.201092: 5.12.10; 10:10AM Terrible Driving, A Conversation Indicator, and A Walt Disney Painting. (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I am leaving a school-like facility and head for a white truck which I believe to be my own. I climb up in and drop off my messenger bag next to me, and discover that Emily is getting in on the passenger side. I begin pulling out of the parking lot and Emily asks me if she can share in the Cheez-It crackers I have in the bag. At first I protest, saying, "Jesus, I got those for me, why didn't you get your own?" but driving down the busy road proves to be dangerous with my bag distractingly close to me, and I have her take it and the Cheez-Its with it. I'm driving terribly, stopping late on turns and getting in other drivers' way, and I begin to see more and more police vehicles with lights flashing. They pay no mind to me and my hazardous driving, luckily, and I wind up parked and out of the vehicle. I'm rummaging through my bag when, in my peripheral vision, I see a younger girl approaching me. When she walks up to me, she shows me that she has various merchandise items, branded with the name of a site I run (in the dream, of course). I find this to be pleasant, and we begin talking, but some older girls appear around us and are talking with/to us. One of them has a dial on her shirt near her left shoulder with a number on it that's always changing. I talk with them and say something that makes the number on the dial go to 0, and the girls all cease talking. This gives me an opportunity to take the younger girl away from there and escape these other girls, who stood in a kind of paralyzed state. I explained to the girl with me that the dial we saw was an indicator of conversation strength, and if it hit 0 the conversation would be over, which allowed us to leave before another one could start. We head toward and walk together through a kind of greenhouse. After we explore it a bit, the girl begins painting a Walt Disney painting on a projector screen. She explains some techniques she's using, and I watch as she paints in yellow, "Walt Disney" at the very top of the screen.
11.05.201091: 5.11.10; 12:30PM Part 2: Sandwiches. (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I recall dreaming that I had some bread and sandwiches stashed away in various compartments of my computer desk. I tried to remove them before anyone saw them.
11.05.201091: 5.11.10; 9:30AM Part 1: Zippos at the Gas Station. (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I am riding in the van with my mom and Sarah, and we stop at a gas pump at a local gas station. I go inside with a can of grape-flavoured soda and wonder if they'll give me any trouble over it, like if they thought I'd stolen it. I go inside to where they have lighters and Sarah walks in. The clerk mentions that she looks like an Erin, to which I agree and tell her that Erin is a pretty name. I turn my attention to the Zippo lighters and grab for one to do a trick, but find that it's one of the larger kind, and I look around at the rest of the selection instead of showing off.
08.05.201090: 5.8.10; 10:28AM Inside a Game: Leaving the Arabic City. (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm inside a game that allows me not only to use various weapons but allows me to move as if in real life, which I utilize very much in the way of climbing vines and ropes and walls to go different places. I run into very interesting characters and even find myself fighting someone and trying to use martial arts techniques to beat them. Afterward, I find myself in an Arabic city within the game, with a man who resembles Gaston from Beauty and the Beast, and I prepare to leave. He protests and won't go with me for some reason. I tell him plainly that I'm going, and I climb the vines that have grown on a massive wall, one that separates the city from the outside lands, and I head out. I find myself in the woods, and come upon a small house/inn with many people inside it, despite its relatively tiny size. They are very hospitable and welcoming. I make myself at home and talk with them while wondering if the Gaston-lookalike is following me.
07.05.201089: 5.7.10; 12:22AM With Julia at the Carnival. (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm jumping around on vehicles in a parking lot, setting off some alarms on my way to getting a ride in someone's truck. I manage to get inside a truck and the dream transitions. I'm at a carnival with Julia. I run into the guys from the band and we have a lengthy argument, which is so long we wind up walking around while continuing it. Eventually I lose track of them and am talking to myself. I head back to where I'd left Julia, to find there are two very long lines at a particular attraction in which she's working. I get to the front after waiting in line a few moments, and she talks to me about going to Disney World, while I look over her emerald-coloured makeup and dress, seeing she's wearing a generous amount of jewelry. Later, we're sitting in a store talking with one another.
06.05.201088: 5.6.10; 9:15AM Birthday Party and Antique Dresses for Julia. (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm at ma's house, during a birthday party for Julia. Sarah and some of her friends are there and start watching a movie on a massive TV, and I watch a little of it. Later, I'm buying antique dresses for Julia.
05.05.201087: 5.5.10; 9:45AM Part 2: Looking For Emily. (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I am driving around in a truck looking for Emily, with the understanding that we're playing some game or are in some competition.
05.05.201087: 5.5.10; 9:15AM Part 1: Steve Vai Guitar. (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I order a Steve Vai guitar online, and it shows up in my hands shortly thereafter. I begin to play it fingerpicked, and I switch around some settings (either on a pedla, on an effects processor, or on the guitar itself - I don't recall) to get different tones he uses. However, none of them sounded quite like Steve.
04.05.201086: 5.4.10; 9:56AM Part 2: Outta My Vehicle! (MILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I am in a red SUV that doesn't belong to me, and a bald young man gets into the back seat, requesting I drive him to his home. He's clearly a leech, looking to bum rides off people, so I politely try to get him to leave. After trying to reason with him, I lose my cool and turn around in my seat, shouting "You have 10 seconds to get out." He continues to talk and stall. I say "5 seconds!" He threatens to call his posse and pulls out his phone to call them. I figure this is my chance - I wrestle his phone away from him and hold it out my window, threatening to throw it and start driving off. He leans against the window behind mine, where he is sitting, and tries to reach for it. I hit the button to roll down his window and he tumbles out. Rolling up all my windows and locking the doors, I drive off. However, the window on my passenger side wasn't all the way rolled up, allowing him to latch on and try to pull himself inside the vehicle again. I grabbed him by the neck and forced him (very roughly) back out, watching him take a seriously painful-looking roll down the tall hill from the road I was on, heading straight into a park bench while clenching his throat and fighting for breath. I turn my focus back to the road, celebrating by spouting profanities and laughing my rear end off from what I did to that guy. I see ahead of me some familiar signs and realize I'm in Las Vegas, which I had mentioned in an earlier dream (one I haven't logged from this night). I'm still excited and laughing about recent events and start shouting that I'm in Vegas. I realize I'm in a dream, and start shouting, "This is a lucid dream!" I keep driving, and driving well I might add, while I try to remember the tasks of the month. I remember to give someone a flower, and look around for someone to give it to. Slowly but surely, people appear on sidewalks and benches, including an old lady in a light blue sweatshirt who's out for a walk. I figure she's a nice enough person to deliver a flower to, and I park the vehicle to hop out and hand her a flower. While I'm trying to summon a flower in my hand, the dream goes fuzzy and I slip into a false awakening in which I'm trying to DEILD, and find myself explaining it to someone who'd asked me what I was doing. I woke up thereafter from an external sound.
At the beginning, I was a nun, in the 1930s-1940s and for some reason, me and the mother superior had to hide from other people. She guided me down some staircase that went very deep underground. The walls and the stairs were made of a beige stone. At some point I noticed a room, to the West of the stairs, that was strangely light for something so deep. Then I somehow got separated from the older nun and decided to go back up to the world of the living. I somehow turned into a young, typically post-war looking young lady. I was in a city that looked like Paris, and I was reunited with a young man I had tender feelings for and whom I hadn't seen for a very long time (because he was a soldier?). He looked like one of my mates from high school, Vincent. Vincent and me went for a ride in his (or mine?) car, a coupé from the 1940s too. We started to discuss the result of the upcoming (actual) French presidential elections, being worried that Sarkozy would be elected. I worked in England and was back in France for a short time only. I wondered if he would accept to come and live with me in England if Sarko was elected. Then we went back to were we came from, except that for some reason we were driving on a railway now. We arrived at a station where he disappeared and I hooked up with 2 older male friends. We went in the underground part of the station, which happened to be in Tokyo. There were all sorts of little shops selling pointless gadgets such as only the Japanese can make! Among other, I was amazed to find little porn figurines with the face of Emma Watson! But my mates were delighted. Then we took a corridor to go upstairs and the station turned into a ferry, and I was with my parents. It was a very luxury cruise ship, the kind we couldn't afford anyway. We saw that restaurant which looked very expensive, and had a French name which I have forgotten, except that there was "jeudi" (Thursday) in it. We asked if we could have a table, and the waiter ask if we'd booked, to which we said yes, even if it wasn't true. He gave us a table someone else had booked. Unfortunately, the cuisine was pretty poor, and I protested, he said there were some sort of restrictions. What's more my parents and I were worried the people who had rightfully booked the table would come and we would be uncovered.
Date unsure, before or around 2002. One of the longest and most detailed dreams I have ever had. My name is Marion and I am antarcticologist. It's night-time and with my friends François and Elodie* aboard our ship, I am en route to the South Pole. We "park" near the ice cap, and François and I take to measure the thickness of the ice cap while Elodie, hands in her pockets, is observing us from far away. The ice cap is 3 metres (10 ft) thick. We then decide to go back to the closest harbour: Cape Town in South Africa (we can already see the lights from Antarctica). Once in Cape Town, we must navigate between the wharves to find a place to park our ship. When it is done, I stroll a little in the docks. There are stacks of wooden boxes everywhere, on which you can climb like on a mountain. While I am having my little walk, I see a young man** hiding in one of the empty boxes, the side of which is missing. People are looking for him, calling him a thief. He hasn't seen me and, feeling some sort of sympathy towards him, I do not denounce him. Later, my dog and my cat*** go to the hotel to prepare the rooms we had booked. (yes, they can talk). When my friends and I join them, the hotel manager gives us a tour of the hotel. It is built on the side of a valley, near what looks like a big lake, and it also is a camp park. But there is not pitch whose number is under 26, because all these pitches were flooded when a dam broke, and the valley has been flooded since then: there was no lake before. There is also a football field (soccer, for you Americans), which is half flooded too (it is not plane). We are told that 10 years ago, a child tragically drowned there. Back inside the hotel. While walking in the corridor, I see a door which is ajar. Inside, the thief is negotiating with a babushka for an expensive object. When the deal is done, I see the old lady putting her money in her shoes' heels. It is a very well known technique among thieves (although I have no idea of how I know that). The thief sees me and kind of wink at me, and I wonder if he may have seen me the first time. Then I go back to the football pitch and I have a flash-back of the little boy's death. There was a match between two children's teams on the pitch, although half of it was under water. In the "deep end", there was up to one metre of water (3ft). After the match, one of the boys, the goal, went looking for the ball, under water**** He knew the ball was on the other side of the fence, so he bent under water, slipped his hand between the (how do you call that ???) lozenges of the fence to pull the ball towards him, and his glove got stuck in the fence, and he drowned. When people realized he was missing, it was too late. Back to present time. I am leaning on the concrete rail with Olivier Atton*****, thinking about this drama. Oliver is positive, it is a murder disguised in accident. How could the football be behind the fence? It was too high for the ball to get there. Another flashback of my own childhood : I was on a train stopped in the middle of a flooded nowhere. There was water up until the wheels. It was raining. The train was empty, except for me. *who do not really exist. Exceptionally in this dream, original characters have names. **looking like Sidney Bristow's fair haired friend in Alias. ***original characters again. I don't have a dog, and none of my cats can speak anyway **** Yes, I know. But in that world, footballs don't float. (I should have seen it as a dream sign, just like the talking dog and cat, or seeing Cape Town's lights from Antarctica, but I didn't even know about LD at the time) ***** the French name of Captain Tsubasa, a manga football player.
Before 2002. Poulgolo is part of a moor on Quiberon peninsula, in which relatives possessed a small patch of land without any building, just heather and pine trees. In this dream my grandmother gave me a guided tour of the property, the biggest part of which I didn't know. Other members of my family, such as my younger cousin Joss, my uncle Pivy, were also there. There was actually a cloister on the property, or a half-cloister (only two "walls"), turned North-West. The rays of the setting sun enlightens the place through the pillars. On the East side of the cloister is a huge room with only three walls (the South side is open), without any window or light, so that seen from the entrance, it looks empty. In fact when you progress into it, you can see that the wall on the other side is not finished, there is a 60 cm (2 ft) opening between it and the ground, on all the length, hidden in darkness. We all get into it, using church candles to give us light. Behind the wall, the room is a really huge amphitheatre (or a giant stairway?) going down earth's depths. We walk down for several minutes. It is very wet, there are puddles and moss grows, so it is very slippery. We can't really see the walls on either side. We finally reach the bottom, where there isn't anything particular, just a big stone wall. We go back up the "stairs". My grandmother gives me the cloister and its secret amphitheatre. I cannot really interpret this. Someone give me something that was kept secret, so it must be of some value, but in the end it is a dead end. A regular pattern in my dreams : I discover that a place I thought I knew was in fact much bigger, with underground levels or hidden passageways. In my list of dreams, this features is joined with the criteria "something is not what it looks like". Another systematic feature: the orientation. In my dreams there's always a North, East... (and so on). Geographically speaking, it is most of the time very coherent, to the point that I can draw maps of the locations. Another common feature : religious locations. Many dreams occur in churches, monasteries or religious looking-buildings, even when there is no religious "action". It is worth mentioning since I am the most obtuse atheist. Is my unconscious calling for more religion in my life? Or should I say "was it", since I less frequently dream of such places these days?
There is an indent in the floor of the room, filled with water. I noticed there are colorful stones there. One of them is a big, purple one, and it easily brakes into peaces, revealing a deep purple tone inside. It looks something like this, but a bit of a shade darker. Somehow I think it wasn't amethyst. I'm going to go and search for it tomorrow at the crystal shop. I'll report if I find anything.
I am in an amusement park which I assume is "World's Of Fun", a local amusement park I had recently visited. It is flooded about waist high with water and anyone who tries to speak cannot speak. I am alone, wading through the water with numerous other people I don't recognize. I walk in to what is the "Orient" section of the park and recognize my best friend who is freaking out. We make the motions of speaking to eachother but it is silent. We then walk under a bridge and go on a ride called the "Finnish Fling", which is kind of like a swinging boat. The only relative thing I could think of was that it has been raining heavily for the past few days.
NOTES in the Temple I become the temple I fly to earth and battle world monuments, the pyramids, eiffel tower, great wall, statue of liberty, mt. rushmore *** Mosh on the moon, face frozen in a trance WAKE UP! DUDE! I attack the hypnotist, and rip his brain out he laughs and says he doesn't need it Raven, Tigress, appear... other people too we follow the thread to the puppetmaster it's the Reptilian he says he is the Father of the Templars Naga MoSh appears he has a gold and silver crown on his head they do battle everything explodes into particles The Atom helps me make sense of everything a dark orb appears calling itself The Ancient Sun it says all destruction and evil emanate from it I laugh in its face it says it's the father of Solaris, his impudent son He tells us this long weird story about the Solar System he used to have the dream explodes, and I am dreaming many dreams at once
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