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    1. 2011-03-05 | nonlucid

      by , 03-08-2011 at 07:01 PM (Short Stories with Tragic Endings)
      I am driving down a highway road very fast with my Mom in the passenger seat. The turn comes
      up and I put the brakes on full but the car keeps going. After the turn, there are pieces of concrete
      in the road and it eventually dead ends. The car crashes into the barrier at the end of the road but
      receives no damage. I start to back up and the dream snaps to a different road. I drive down this
      road entirely too fast as well. I take a right and find myself on the same road as the front-flash. This
      time, my Mom yells at me to slow down. I step on the brakes, and again, the car does not stop in
      time and we crash into the barrier. I back up and turn around, the other drivers are looking at me.
      I drive up and turn onto the off-ramp. The road circles around to the left and suddenly, I find myself
      on that road but not in a car. My mom is standing next to me and there is no traffic. I somehow have
      a box of cornflakes and I pour some in my empty coffee mug. I then pour some steaming milk into
      the cereal. I forget about the box and the milk and, as this is a dream, they disappear. I have the
      feeling my Mom and I are going to my high school. I can see the back of the stadium as if we are on
      rt 100 but the road does not match. We start walking down the road to get there and
      the dream ends.
    2. 2011-03-03 | nonlucid

      by , 03-08-2011 at 06:45 PM (Short Stories with Tragic Endings)
      Quote Originally Posted by OLD - 05 | NONLUCID
      I am being chased by futurist cops for some reason and I have some sort of chip in
      the back of my head that they are using to track me and they are trying to somehow
      get information records from the chip which somehow takes video footage from my
      vision. I go down a staircase on the edge of a dark town. I go through a broken down
      looking wooden doorway across a board to a very run-down wooden building. I am in
      a dark room and there is furniture everywhere. Bed sheets are hanging from bedposts
      and the ceiling and I start crawling under all the furniture so as not to be seen. I am
      going somewhere but I'm not sure. I know that this is the "head quarters" for the cops.
      They are police but they also seem very much like a mafia group. I sneak out of the
      building again and go back out the rickety wooden boards and up the stairs. I talk to
      the head cop but he can't arrest me or anything and he shows me surveillance of me
      talking to some guy in a trench-coat outside of what appears to be a grocery store. I
      then go back to the hq building. I sneak through again but I am caught and have to
      fight the mafia cops. I fight them off and run into a room that is let up blue by very
      advanced looking computer equipment. I rip the chip out of the back of my head and
      download the information to the computer. I see a progress bar on the screen. "come
      on, come on... " I am very anxious. Finally the download finishes. I remove the chip and
      destroy it. I then load the information onto a flash drive and take it. I win.
      The dream ends.
      A recurrence of this dream only instead of succeeding and removing the chip,
      The mafia cops had managed to download the information remotely first so I
      got in a huge fight with them and won.
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    3. Old - 05 | nonlucid

      by , 03-08-2011 at 06:42 PM (Short Stories with Tragic Endings)
      I am being chased by futurist cops for some reason and I have some sort of chip in
      the back of my head that they are using to track me and they are trying to somehow
      get information records from the chip which somehow takes video footage from my
      vision. I go down a staircase on the edge of a dark town. I go through a broken down
      looking wooden doorway across a board to a very run-down wooden building. I am in
      a dark room and there is furniture everywhere. Bed sheets are hanging from bedposts
      and the ceiling and I start crawling under all the furniture so as not to be seen. I am
      going somewhere but I'm not sure. I know that this is the "head quarters" for the cops.
      They are police but they also seem very much like a mafia group. I sneak out of the
      building again and go back out the rickety wooden boards and up the stairs. I talk to
      the head cop but he can't arrest me or anything and he shows me surveillance of me
      talking to some guy in a trench-coat outside of what appears to be a grocery store. I
      then go back to the hq building. I sneak through again but I am caught and have to
      fight the mafia cops. I fight them off and run into a room that is let up blue by very
      advanced looking computer equipment. I rip the chip out of the back of my head and
      download the information to the computer. I see a progress bar on the screen. "come
      on, come on... " I am very anxious. Finally the download finishes. I remove the chip and
      destroy it. I then load the information onto a flash drive and take it. I win.
      The dream ends.
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    4. 2011-03-02.2 | nonlucid

      by , 03-03-2011 at 02:42 PM (Short Stories with Tragic Endings)
      I am in my dorm and I have laundry to do. I get ready to go down to the laundry room and find myself
      in the laundry room of my house where there are two of my school's machines. I swipe my card to activate
      the machines and look at the number on the machine then enter it in to the console. The machine activates
      and I put my clothes in and press start. I look at some other clothes on the floor and remember seeing them
      there before and the person must have forgotten about them.
      I must have had the dream before and not
      remembered it.

      Updated 03-03-2011 at 09:03 PM by 41067

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    5. 2011-03-02 | nonlucid

      by , 03-03-2011 at 12:35 PM (Short Stories with Tragic Endings)
      I am Picard again and my subconscious tells me he is dreaming, but I am not aware myself. I start
      out with more of a 3rd person view of him. His senior staff is around him, Jordi, Deanna, Warf, Riker,
      Data, the whole crew. It's almost like an inception thing, as if extractors are trying to get inside Picard's
      mind. He is dreaming but he is not aware of it, but I know he is dreaming. As for myself, I am not quite
      aware of it. There is a red alert and Picard is rushing through a hectic scene. I think about how its a
      dream and how he doesn't know. At this point I sort of merge into his perspective. I go into a room very
      similar to my high school's auditorium which is packed with people. I am Picard and I know Picard is
      dreaming so I know I am dreaming, but I am not aware. I get the feeling that the people in the auditorium
      are unfriendly in some way like Nazi's or something. A friend from college is playing the piano and I ask
      him to play something in C Minor. I've asked him to play certain keys before in waking life. He starts playing
      the right hand part for "To Zanarkand" from Final Fantasy X. I listen for a little bit then decide I want to
      hear the arpeggios in the left hand. I sort of think about guiding his hand to the piano to play the part and
      his left hand starts playing runs. I listen for a bit more then the dream cuts to a band room. There are a
      bunch of band students and I am giving them a piece to play. I realize I don't have an instrument so I make
      a ring with my hand, move it down, and try to pull a soprano saxophone out of thin air. It doesn't work but
      for a while I try to pretend that it did thinking maybe that will work but it doesn't. I play an entire song on an
      imaginary saxophone, humming the part. I then try again. This time slowly. I hold my hand there and
      concentrate on the mouthpiece being behind my fingers. I slowly move my hand down until I see the tip of
      the mouthpiece. After that, it is easy. I slowly move my hand down to reveal a beautiful saxophone. I get
      to the bottom and flick my hand off then "paint in" the unfinished part of the bell. I take the saxophone that
      is now floating there. I go to play but it feels like there is no reed. I look at the mouthpiece and there is a
      reed so I need to solidify it. I put my finger on the reed but it goes through. I focus on the reed being hard
      and finally it becomes solid. I play the piece
      then the dream ends.

      My first lesson in dream control

      Updated 03-03-2011 at 09:02 PM by 41067

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    6. 2011-03-01 | nonlucid

      by , 03-02-2011 at 05:31 PM (Short Stories with Tragic Endings)
      I am walking through a snowy landscape with some friends. There is my brother,
      a boy and his sister. I am not sure what happened first, but eventually I am walking
      down snowy road with the guy while my brother is driving a snow mobile with the
      girl on the back. After we get a ways down the road, we wonder where the other two
      are. We head back and see a blue caution light set up by police. I worry that maybe
      somebody has died again ( probably happened earlier in the dream ). I run over to
      the part of the road where the snow mobile is. My brother and the girl are fine but
      they keep pointing to something on the ground behind the snowmobile. All I see are
      these pancakes. I keep looking but thats all I can find. Then the father of the boy and
      girl comes over and picks up a little dog. It isn't bloody but the dog's upper jaw bone
      is sticking out and half of its lower jaw is in the father's hand. The bone is perfectly
      clean. I feel very bad for the dog and the father tries to figure out any way to get the
      bone back in place but can't. The dog does not appear to be in pain but I still feel
      pity for the poor animal. I stood there for about ten minutes looking at the dog trying
      to find something I could do to help, but it just didn't come.
      The dream ends.
    7. 2011-02-28.2 | nonlucid

      by , 03-02-2011 at 05:19 PM (Short Stories with Tragic Endings)
      I am in Wildwood NJ and I go into one of the shops. The shop has a bunch of items
      that any shop would have, figurines, lanyards, glassware, little trinkets... but they
      also have Rosie O'donell T-Shirts. Don't ask me why but I wanted one. I leave the store
      without getting anything and later come back hoping they still have them. The layout
      of the store is different but the t-shirts are on a rack in the very front. I look at them
      but then go on and out a door in the back. I walk out on the beach and it is night-time.
      I walk under a huge wooden structure with struts coming down everywhere. A friend
      from college is there and we look down and see a huge coin. It is a little smaller than
      a man-hole cover. Apparently the coin is worth one dollar. We see two other coins. One
      is half the size of the large one and another is about the size of what a real half-dollar
      would be. We conclude that they are a half dollar and a quarter dollar. My friend and I
      began to decide who gets what and I said I'll take the big one and she can have the
      other two.
      The dream ends.
    8. 2011-02-28 | nonlucid

      by , 03-02-2011 at 05:08 PM (Short Stories with Tragic Endings)
      I am on the Enterprise D from Star Trek Next Generation. I am Picard and there is
      a safe in the conference room that is open and has little gummy candies. Somehow
      by eating these, they can destroy an entire race but the person who eats it will be
      paralyzed. Londo Molari from Babylon 5 wants me to eat it but I want warf to eat
      it. I take a red one from the safe, break it in half, and put a piece in my mouth. It
      tastes bland with the texture of a large gummy. I spit it back out because I don't want
      to be paralyzed. I contemplate it further
      and the dream ends.
    9. 2011-02-23 | nonlucid

      by , 02-24-2011 at 02:52 PM (Short Stories with Tragic Endings)
      I am at my house and my Dad is apparently running some sort of lemonade stand, but
      there's no stand. He has this lemonade but he has very poor business skills. He knows
      all about Sales / Supply & Demand, but he doesn't have a good relationship with his
      customers. He tends to fight with them a lot. We are on the roof of my house for some
      reason and we have a black tarp over the front lip where we are sitting. We are working
      on something when my dad asks if I am able to get down from this height. I look, It is
      a decent fall but not too far so I say yes. I jump down and fall promptly to the ground and
      land gracefully.
      In real life, I probably would have hurt myself. I go into the garage and
      start talking to a friend about my dad's customer relation issues and come up with the idea
      that I should start a better "company". Somehow, computer programming plays into it and
      we talk about that for a while. For some reason, I'm a better programmer
      ( not true in
      waking life ) and the friend asks me a questions like "Do you know Emacs Lisp?" Or something
      like that. I tell him I do not, but I'm going to learn it. By this time we are in a huge warehouse-
      like place. Almost like an aircraft hangar
      . The dream ends.
    10. 2011-02-21 | nonlucid

      by , 02-24-2011 at 02:40 PM (Short Stories with Tragic Endings)
      I am in some dark room with my best friend and I am playing a piano. He
      is giving me different keys and I am improvising in each. Later, I am sitting
      in a chair and he is also in the room, but it is not him. He looks more like a
      friend from college. He talks about how he is sad that he never gets any
      phone calls
      and the dream ends.
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    11. 2011-02-18.2 | nonlucid

      by , 02-19-2011 at 04:33 PM (Short Stories with Tragic Endings)
      I am in a chair in in dark room that looks like a common room or something. I am sitting there under
      covers, going to sleep I guess, but my eyes are open. I see some guy I don't know walk by and go out
      the door. I look over at the TV ( CRT ) which has suddenly turned on and it is as if it is angled away from
      me. The screen is the glitchy purple color an lcd gets when viewed from an angle. The tv is slowly turning
      toward me and finally the color resolves. I think it is "That 70's Show". I wake up. It is dark and in my dorm
      at college. I should have realized that I have been sleeping in for a while now and it should be light but I
      didn't. I wake up, without moving, I think about the dream and decide not to write it down. Instead, I
      decide to try WILDing. I remain still and the sleep paralysis comes instantly. I feel immense pressure practically
      contorting my body. I feel like one of those mutating creatures from horror movies. My foot is on the edge
      of the bed and slips off, the "transition" dies down a bit but when my foot stops it continues again. I think,
      "It was not this intense the first time." then it stops. I think, maybe I've entered a dream? No, no I haven't.
      I get angry with myself
      and wake up for real. I decide, a false awakening would be a good thing to
      put in my dream journal

      Updated 02-24-2011 at 02:58 PM by 41067

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    12. 2011-02-18 | nonlucid

      by , 02-19-2011 at 04:27 PM (Short Stories with Tragic Endings)
      My dad gives me a 12 dollar bill and my brother an 11. For some reason, he decides that I should not have
      anything so he says I have to give it back but he forgets about it so I keep it. I am in my room looking at this
      lucid dreaming article or something. I also have DreamViews up on my computer. All of a sudden Stephen Laberge
      shows up in my room and I'm like wow It's Stephen Laberge. But he turns out to be this fraudulent idiot. I remember
      actually looking at his computer and he had his website up and DreamViews in another tab. He didn't look like any
      of the pictures I have seen of him, he looked more like a bum off the street. Anyway, my family and I goes on this trip.
      We arrive at a dark hotel and Laberge had apparently followed us there. My dad is looking through his wallet when he
      says "Where's that 12 dollars?" I said, "I have it right here.", "Why didn't you give it to me? That's stealing!" I argued
      the point saying that he never asked for it and I forgot as well and I am giving it to him now.
      The dream ends
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    13. 2011-02-16 | nonlucid

      by , 02-17-2011 at 03:03 PM (Short Stories with Tragic Endings)
      I am at my best friend's house and my friend, his sister, and my crush are all there. There
      is also someone else that somewhat resembles a friend from college. The premise is that I am
      no longer a Section Leader in my high school's band which is strange because I never was a
      section leader, but the friend from college is taking my place. We have this huge discussion but
      I don't remember quite how it went then I go over to the dining room and grab a roast beef
      sandwich that is on the table. I eat it,
      and the dream ends
    14. 2011-02-15f | nonlucid

      by , 02-17-2011 at 02:58 PM (Short Stories with Tragic Endings)
      I am in a classroom and the teacher is collecting work. Most of the students are either, not
      there or don't have the work she is collecting so she gets very angry.


      That's all I remember

      Updated 02-17-2011 at 03:05 PM by 41067

      Tags: fragment, teacher
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      non-lucid , dream fragment
    15. 2011-02-14.2f | nonlucid

      by , 02-15-2011 at 08:32 PM (Short Stories with Tragic Endings)
      I am sitting in a classroom and the teacher is partnering people up for something. I hope my
      partner will be someone I get along with. When she calls my name I listen for the name of
      my partner. The teacher says "Astral Pixels". A boy turns around in his seat a little ways in
      front of me
      and the dream ends. I wake up and think, wow I just had a dream involving
      someone from DV.
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