Date of Dream: SUN 2 JUL - 2017 Dream No. 145 - Twisted School Nightmare! The dream started off normally with Ms. Gal. taking choir in the music rooms. It was soon that I noticed things were becoming slightly off and I was wondering why WB wasn't showing up to choir. I excused myself and asked to go outside, promising that I would be back before the end of lunch. I quickly and quietly headed over to the year 9 bathrooms, hoping that Mr. B wouldn't catch me. When I was in the bathrooms, I saw that all the toilets were flooded and stuffed full of toilet paper. I eventually found one that I could use. When I was back outside, there were these two angry teachers waiting for me and one of them was Ms. L. Both the teachers were yelling at me about something in regards to WB, the fact that I'm always looking for her. Once the teachers were done and they went, I looked at my watch and saw that the time was 1:20 PM, so I decided to head back to choir before lunch would end in approximately 10 minutes. When I came into the choir room, I saw all these girls with red faces, like they had just been crying and some of them were actually crying at the scene. I decided I couldn't stay there, I had to leave straight away. On addition to fleeing the choir rooms, I was calling for WB in extreme panic but there was absolutely no response from the dream environment. JM comes up and approaches me, looking really bad and threatening to kill me with a pair of red scissors she's holding. Even after the scissors are threatened at me, there is no response from the dream for WB to come and assist me, so I turn my attention to calling for my “guards”. I say something like “get the truck over here and handle these bullies!”... There was no response from the teddy bears either. JM was still after me and so I'm looking through this barrier, over to the oval. She comes behind me and tells me there's no escape. Then I approach this weirdly placed wire door and from it suddenly drops an absolutely creepy Super Mario Logan puppet which causes me to wake up in a sweat. Dream Trophies Achieved: - Mini Heart Attack (Wake up from a nightmare 1 time)
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Date of Dream: SAT 1 JUL - 2017 Dream No. 144 - Party Pandemonium I was visiting Killester once again and I was in the library area. WB was in one of the booths and I got really excited when I saw her but she wasn't too responsive. The dream scene then skipped to Camelot Rise and the year level, which claimed to be 5/6, although there were some Killester students in that mix, and we were in classes with various teacher, some familiar and some unknown. Mrs W had asked me to go around to each class room and tell everyone that the school now had the correct keys for this party. The first class I went into was very disruptive and so I had to tell them all to be quiet. I noticed that WB was in 5/6V but she really wasn't that keen on communicating with me. The next two classes were easier to communicate with. I then return to 5/6G which is my class but everyone is denying that I'm in their class. I ask who's class I'm actually in and apparently I was claimed to be a stray to the school... I didn't belong in anyone's class and even not any part of the school community. Then the dream went over to the wooden playground at Jells Park but the park wasn't running as usual. There were heaps of parties and celebrations going on at this park, including this fantasy wedding that someone was having. There was also a family barbecue and heaps of other celebrations taking place at the same time. All over the ground was scattered these Crash Bandicoot gems which made the area look very interesting. There was a scene next with Logan and Chilly but I forgotten what happened. The dream scene after that, I am at my house but I forgot what specifically happened there as well. Then I was in my backyard and I called out for WB but there was no response. It then began to rain and so I started singing this sad but hopeful melodic piece which sounded really good in the dream. Then this stranger appeared and I spoke to him while it was still raining. That's all I can remember in regards to this dream. Dream Trophies Achieved: - None
Date of Dream: FRI 30 JUN - 2017 Dream No. 143 - Teacher Festivities I don't remember the exact order of events in this dream. From where I can remember, there were all these Killester girls over at my old house. They were playing with all these stuffed toys and throwing them around the place like little kids would typically do. Then Mr H came in and he had this shop bought packet of 36 cakes. He was claiming to give 1 to each girl. The dream scene then skipped to mum giving me money so I could afford to buy a drink because I was going somewhere. When I got into the service station, I realised I didn't have enough money for anything. She have me $2.00 and the cost of a strawberry milk was $6.48 and so I left the place with nothing. I returned to my dad's car where he and this TAFE teacher were waiting for me to get in. That's all I can remember in regards to this dream. Dream Trophies Achieved: - None
I start off over at my sister, Deons house. I'm doing something like playing hide and seek and walking through my young nephew's door and then I became somewhat lucid. I end up shifted outside at Raymond and Quatra is there. He wants me to do something for him and I say "Of you want me to do that for you, chase me with your Gundam." He looks at me puzzled for a minute then says. "If that's what you want."He pressed a button on is arm and the Sandrock Custom shows up in giant form. Unexpected. I noped it out of there, running down the sidewalk and to the corner store. I seen the details on the Gundams shoulders and head as it turn towards me, reaching for me and then started walking after me. He was huge and he came close to me. I then seen a light flash from his head and ended up in an FA.
Walking Had a dream about walking my dog in Chilliwack. My vision zooms out and I see that I have dyed light green hair. For some reason I am excited about it. strange FA, I'm in a bedroom that I feel is in Bjork's house. I'm watching a TV where there is a show about a half retarded black woman with a microphone in front of her and she can't even say words just makes goofy sounds and faces. In front of me on the bed are strewn notebooks of Bjork's her dream journals. I leaf through one and find she dreams abut pokemon a lot. At least there are lots of drawings of pokeballs. I leave the house and wind up at Gary's house. In there is a woman like the one I seen on TV. and the people around her are wondering where she came from. I go to leave and outside the glass door I see bjork coming down the street, I open the door and say referring to the weird woman, "TV executives hired her for something." That's all I say I walk past bjork but she hardly acknowledges me.
Five young men are at some public meeting place, where a sixth man pisses them off so much, they decide to kill him, and they take him to an isolated room on the second floor. One of them starts having doubts, but the others are so eager, he tries to hide his feelings on the matter while stalling for time. After five hours of waiting, the others are growing impatient. "This could have been done in thirtyfive minutes", one of them complains. To have something to do, they entertain themselves with numerous sadistic games, for example a drawn out torture of a frog. The guy has reached his limit, and leaves the company, but every now and then, he climbs up to the open window to the room the others are in, closes it so that they can't reach him, and curses at them through the pane. Then he goes home and hugs his little sister. This goes on for some days. One day when he looks through the window, one of his friends meets his gaze and takes a bite from the aforementioned frog, that turns out to be made out of marzipan. The gang opens the window and lets the guy in, and they tell him everything was an act; it was a psychological test. At first, they say, they were disappointed in him, but when he finally had enough and left, they were proud of him. The guy says nothing, and faints. Waking up, he finds himself in a hospital bed. On a shelf next to the bed is the marzipan frog, its legs sloppily re-attached to its body. His friends hug him, tell him they are sorry, and ask if there is anything they can do for him to forgive him. He says he'll forgive them if they become his slaves for a year. Finally, the guy is sitting alone at a table in a bar, and he seems a bit down. Then his friends come to the table, glasses of beer in their hands, and the guy puts on a smile and cheers with them.
Morning of July 6, 2017. Thursday. Dream #: 18,462-05. Reading time: 1 min 52 sec. I am on a pirate ship. There is a cheerful mood. As time passes, there is evidence of a treasure chest at the bottom of the ocean. One man finds a note with instructions from a pirate who had died years ago. On it, with the latitude and longitude of the marker’s location, it specifies what time to retrieve the chest, implying any other time might result in the treasure being lost or resulting in a threat. The ship sails to the location the lost treasure supposedly is. There is a marker floating on the ocean’s surface. Someone pulls the rope that has its other end tied to the treasure chest below. Briefly, I consider, if the timing is wrong, there might be a sea monster or gigantic fish on the other end of the rope, but this does not occur. For a time, I see an underwater view as one of the pirates pulls up what first seems to be a small but weighty chest. I watch the chest coming up out of the mud on the ocean’s bottom. Close to where the rope connects to the chest, I see the remains of a human arm entangled in it. This arm is tossed aside without concern when bringing the chest aboard. After the chest is on the ship in the center of a large cabin, about five or six pirates remain nearby. At this time, there is a bilocation of being in the kitchen of our present house. The captain opens the treasure chest, and at first, there appear to be piles of gold and silver coins as well as jewelry. He takes out some of the coins, which seem stuck together. He gives a few pieces to a few different pirates, though I get the impression it is not an equal division. They may work out how much each man receives later. One of the pirates snaps his horizontal cluster of fused supposed gold coins in half. It turns out to be fake and made of plaster. Another pirate does the same with the silver coins. The mood changes to disappointment, but the outcome does not seem that important. I approach the chest and find a hidden compartment under a false bottom. There is anticipation amidst the group of perhaps there being a treasure underneath. I lift it to see several brochures for a modern casino. There are also three notes of foreign currency (possibly Indonesian) as a gift to use in the casino. The situation results in amusement. I carry the bills in what is now the kitchen of our present home (without my dream self recognizing it as such) as I walk towards our back door. The pirates are still with me. “It’s three dollars,” I say. There is a sense of amusement rather than disappointment.
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Morning of July 6, 2017. Thursday. Dream #: 18,462-02. Reading time: 42 sec. In the first segment of my dream, Zsuzsanna and I are hugging and kissing in bed, in the King Street mansion (not a factor of our waking life as Zsuzsanna has never been to America) in the east middle apartment. The bed is perpendicular (its head north instead of east) to where it had been in waking life. As I walk in the hall to go downstairs, I realize I am only wearing my left shoe. I repeat my routine of returning to the room and putting my shoes on until I see I am wearing both shoes. Leonard is in his room at the end of the hall. He seems cheerful and appears as he was in the 1980s. He refers to me as his son John. (I had been wearing pants in bed in my dream, probably related to another part of the poem Leonard references, “Went to bed with his trousers on.” Another line is “One shoe off, and the other shoe on.”) “Diddle, Diddle, Dumpling, My Son John” was the influence of this dream.
Key: Side Notes (Side Notes) Title Dream Lucid The Shadow ManMe and some girl was running from the shadows. The Shadow Man can come up from any shadow and hurt you. We ended up at a house. The people were kind. A group of teens and kids went into a garage, I thought 'Oh no' There's shadows all around in the garage, the Shadow Man came out and sliced someone in the throat. We escaped and either me or the one girl 'killed' the Shadow Man, but it doesn't matter...he can come back via other shadows. I was told to get sent back to where ever I was staying, one of the kids that was in the garage comes with and is in the car. I thought this was like a Telltale game decision, your choices don't matter in the end. I don't know what to title ThisI was at home, it was the morning, I was talking to my Dad. He asked what I wanted for breakfast. Later I told him the bald guy next door took all of our medicine, saying We don't need it. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I think I had other dreams but there was a three loud bangs, it was from a really close Thunderstorm. I forgot if I had any dreams but I had those two so at least I got something written down. July 5th, 2017
I'm into art, writing and music. I'm going to try to induce a dream by basically asking myself what should my creative focus be? Hope to get an answer with a dream. I feel like I'm not getting anything done with any of my interests so I thought I would try this. I'm reading the book Lucid Dreams in 30 days which is what gave me the idea to do this. I'll probably report in my dream journal here when my dreams point me in the right direction.
I'm sitting in my parents living room, in my usual spot. It's late afternoon and sun outside is getting softer. It's making for some beautiful scenery as mature, big trees and their leaves are of with all colors plus golden from the sun. I pull out my iphone and start taking pictures. Now I'm in the kitchen, and similar, beautiful trees in late afternoon sun. I grab my iphone and my regular camera, wanting to take pictures with both and compare. See if iphone makes any good pictures compared to the other one. So I walk out to the balcony to have a clear shot without window glass. My dad is there saying he was about to have a smoke, if I don't mind doing it later. I leave without a word, knowing that later will not work, because sun is going down. I'm outside, the apocalypse is happening. The ground is shaking, buckling, ripping, lava coming out. Cool : D
2017, 07-05 Shot Down I am at work and it seems like a normal day. I am not at my waking life job, instead I am at a job I had quite a while back doing data entry. I work in a government office in a large room with many other people. My ex-boyfriend James works there with me and he is sitting just a few desks away. I’m not happy about having to work at the same place as him, it feels so awkward, but I need the job so there’s nothing to be done for it for now. I have to go use the bathroom, so I get up from my desk and try to get to the restroom as quietly as possible, though I’m not sure why I saw the need for such secrecy. James sees me going and says hi to me, completely foiling my attempt at stealth. I walk the rest of the way to the restroom normally only to find an Out Of Order sign hanging on the door. I still have to use the restroom, and I’m sure I’ve seen another one somewhere. I continue down the hall. I wander quite a ways away from my work area and in an area that is more of a warehouse than an office. I don’t pay much attention to the change of scenery, I keep looking. I find a restroom but when I go in I see that the toilets are right out in the open, there are no stalls. No privacy at all. I don’t want to go there in case someone comes in so I keep going out the door at the other end of the room. Now I’m outside at what looks like some kind of loading dock. There are trucks parked along the building. I look around for a restroom. A man gets out of a truck and asks what I’m doing here. I say I’m looking for a restroom. He pulls out a machine gun and aims it at me. I’m not lucid, and I step back in surprise. I tell him I’ll look elsewhere. I turn to leave too quickly and I fall on my face. I hear the gun cock and I roll over to raise my hands in a “don’t shoot” gesture but he’s already shooting. I feel numerous bullets tearing my body apart, but I don’t feel it as pain. I just feel some pressure where the bullets hit. Everything is fading to black and I wonder if I will wake up on the other side, dead in this world. But when the dark becomes complete I just wake up.
In my dream I was looking at some sketches I've made (they look much better than what I can do in real life) and I pointed out that my favorite one was a fake Pokemon that looked like my Original Character turned into a Pokemon, he waas a spirit of the forest, kindo f like a nymph, or maybe an alraune. Of course he's cute. I was also walking in a big wooden house, or maybe a building for some other purpose rather than an abode. It might even be multi-level. It is bordered by trees all around.
I am playing/in some kind of survival horror video game. The plot revolves around a group of 6 teenagers who sneak into a museum and find themselves trapped and attacked by an alien monster. The game has multiple branching paths in where different characters can live or die, but the ending always occurs when you run to the exit of the museum with your remaining members. I am now at that point in the game. Jack is one of the NPC characters and me and him are running. Another character (presumably his girlfriend, at least in the game) trips, falls and gets eaten by the monster. I turn around in slow motion and see the monster behind me. I have a handgun and since this is a museum, I shoot a display of a an old space capsule hanging from the ceiling. It falls but the monster avoids it. When I get through the door I turn around and see the monster coming. It looks like a xenomorph from alien but is gray, and has a more humanoid body with a large oval crest running around its head. The oval crest is so large in fact that the monster gets stuck in the doorway. Everyone stops as the monster struggles to push itself through to get to us, snapping its jaws. I say something like "Phew, saved by bad monster design". Though as soon as I do, the monster turns its head sideways, gets through and eats this brown haired guy. Its just me and Jack and he gets on a military helicopter and starts flying it. I get on the machine gun and shoot the monster as we fly away and I see that the whole city is destroyed, looking like something out of a fallout game. Some of the buildings are on fire. As we fly away we see dozens of the monsters ravaging the streets and killing the remaining civilians. This is now the game's final scene. In it we find out that the monster was a virus/pathogen that was created with funding by the governments of the world to start a war with humanity as some kind of twisted way of weeding out the weak people in humanity and getting us to unite under a common banner but it got out of control because some countries thought the USA had it too good and when the time came to release the pathogen they gave extra doses to US regions. The game ends with my character picking up a war diary from one of the men who originally used the helicopter and reading it. A gruff narrators voice reads the diary as the helicopter flies onto the horizon. "War. War never changes. Wars are waged by old fat politicians who have nothing to live for that sit in their offices padding their bellies and wallets while young men fresh out of childhood throw their lives away in droves."
We were all outside at my current home, mom, me, D and C. Near the storage shed and to the right of that was a tunnel, which lead to three other tunnel entrances. Mom wanted us to go inside, something about finding something in there. The task had been passed off to me by my brothers, so I was decided which entrance to go through. C was going on about how he thought I already knew which entrance to take, so he was ready to go inside himself. D was just hanging back watching, when I looked back to see mom she vanished. Just kinda disappeared in a fast disintegration, this caught everyone's attention for the moment until I spotted a small sturdy card paper floating down to the ground. Upon inspection of the card paper it had information about mythology, greek I believe. After passing that on to my brothers, we all decided we'd all go in together. The guys went in first while I searched for a flashlight, a lighting strike and drops of rain fell, I picked a heavy flashlight to follow them in with. C went first, D went second and I shined the flashlight over their heads and went last. C said I'd be their eyes and as we went further into the light dirt tunnel, we came across a light up ahead. I shined the flashlight toward the entrance to the new room where the light was and saw our cat Jeester, except he was bigger like a bobcat, I mentioned that mom must of been here(he's her favourite cat and she's his favourite human). When we got close we saw he was near a recently doused fire, some smoke was still coming out from it. Jeester growled and hissed weirdly at us, like he was possessed. C went forward and tried to catch him but Jeester bounded away and lept over a fence, C of course followed and D and I were left alone. I went over to where the light was, a desk infront the fabric covered tall fence had a chicken heat lamp with yellow light streaming out from it. It didn't look like it was plugged in anywhere, atleast not anywhere that I could see in the dim light of the room, I was also more interested in the two little flashlights on the desk. Mine had been flickering so I commented outloud that we needed a new one, the first one I tried was black but didn't work. The second one was green, I was going to try it but got distracted by the notes on the desk written on the same card paper and near a book. Then I went to the fireplace and held my hand over the remaining smoke, it felt like someone blowing on my palm. D and I went past the giant roots acting as a partition between the desk and the entrance, here we saw a lower fence and leaned on it as we looked into the new setting. The setting past the fences was my old home's backyard, the fences were the same ones we put up when we lived there and even the house was still there. We saw C still trying to find Jeester and then I for some reason had a random thought of someone hugging me from behind, I stuck my butt out and tried to imagine what that would be like. I tried to stay in the dream as long as possible but sadly I woke up.
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