non-lucid

It's weird. After I started writing in this, I began to forget my dreams, rather than remembering them.

Part I: The Sinking Ship

I was at some sort of dock with a bunch of my friends and classmates I had met in previous years. I didn't really remember why we were there, but I could only assume it was a field trip or something of the sort. Still, as we waited at the docks, we soon saw a ship come in to port. It was a yacht, essentially, though it was still a bit small. Nonetheless, it could fit all the students as well as a few chaperons.

It was night, a lot of stars out as I idly chatted with some of the boat goers. It seemed almost peaceful, and we had no destination. We were doing just fine, until suddenly, the ship hit something. Something... invisible. Yes, we were now going to sink right into the dark, cold ocean.

The boat was beginning to submerge, I was near my brother, sliding down the sloped surface of the wooden floor, and as the ship peaked upwards, I look to my brother and said "Now we have submerged." and right after that, the ship fell under the water, which woke me up.

Part II: The Blood-Thirsty Doctor

After the whole ship incident, it seemed as though we never hit anything, and the ship was not only fully repaired and functional, but also even bigger than it was before. Now, the ship had about three floors. I went up to the captain's deck with a few other people, and we idly talked again, though out of complete nowhere, a girl with a white t-shirt and black underwear came in with a shotgun, shooting for no reason.

I pulled up a table and flipped it over, hiding behind it and dodging most of the shots, though eventually a few bullets got into my leg. The pain that came from that felt like a really bad cramp, which was more just uncomfortable than it was painful, but it was strange how it worked like that. The shooter disappeared, and I was soon in a hospital-like room, laying on a bed as a nurse came by. She gave me a few shots, which coincidentally numbed the pain a bit. The pain didn't just go away, I literally couldn't feel my legs! After that though, she just went crazy, stabbing me with the same syringe like she was brutally stabbing me with a knife. I didn't feel any of it, but I could hear the beeping from the Heart-Rate Monitor starting to beep faster and faster, my vitals dropping rather quickly, and the pain starting to come back. As I began to flat-line, I slowly woke up, until I was fully awake, as if my death had awoken me.

Notes:

I knew a lot of my classmates on the ship.
The water didn't feel like anything when we fell in it.
That pain was truly a bit of a shocker when I woke up, because I really did have bad leg-cramps in the morning.

Interpretation:

I've been rather social as of late. Perhaps, I'm being warned that I should expect the unexpected from people.

Part I: The Gifts

I was at my dad's small apartment, laying on my bed for some reason, and my father came in with a huge box, wrapped in plain blue paper. From there, he laid it next to me, saying "Here you go, son. I'm giving you this because I'm proud of ya." and I quickly opened the large present.

Inside was a rather old-looking computer, save for the fact that it was the color purple and had a transparent covering to it. He said it was something called "The Chat Messenger" or something. It did two things that I know of--chat and watch movies. I did the first thing, chatting nonsense with others before turning on the movie.

It was a horror flick, which is how the next part begins.

Part II: The Horrors

I was in this movie for some reason. Much like me real self, I was tall, white and of medium attraction, though I had long blonde hair instead of my short brown hair that I actually have. I was with a group of friends at this vacation spot, each one I didn't recognize very well and all seemed like jerks. It was four guys, including myself, and two girls, one that seemed to have the hots for me. That, or we were just really close friends. We flirted like couples, though passed it off as friendly chit chat. She's the only one I remember interacting with in the dream, a blonde-headed tan girl with big cheeks and a cute face, always wearing a white t-shirt with a rather large bust.

One night, in our hotel room that we all stayed in, I recommended we go try the haunted house across the way, and we looked at it through the window. Lighting and rain poured over it, and nothing else. Skeletons came out of the windows and went back in. It was certainly haunted.

The next morning we went into an elevator, the group of us waiting to get to the haunted house. Through this time, someone was chatting something that I wasn't listening to, arms crossed. My elbow was nudged into one of the blonde chick's breasts, and she looked at me with a sarcastically amused grin, pulling my elbow away and mouthing "Sorry!" so not to interrupt the guy talking. We both seemed rather calm about it, her chuckling a bit afterwards.

We eventually got to the house, stepping inside and going into one of the rooms. It was like an apartment; fair sized and old-looking, clothes and other knick-knacks scattered along the floor. The group was searching around, making jokes about who was the most scared, though out of a closet came a pale-skinned zombie boy dressed like a cowboy, crawling and almost biting on to one of my friends' legs. Someone came up and began smashing his head with his foot, soon the only thing that was left was a battered mesh of red and white. I covered up the body with a chair, though another zombie came in and shot one of my friends, then grabbed another and took them into the floor. One came out of the TV and took another one, and then one grabbed my leg. I didn't feel anything at first, though the longer it went on, the more painful it got. I started screaming, and then I woke up.

Notes:

My dad would never be this nice.
The pain on my leg was quite intense and felt very real.
Apart from the pain, I wasn't very scared at all.

Interpretation:

I'm scared of people, or something.

It's been a while since I could remember a dream, though luckily, I find myself taking in more than usual about the images I find during my slumber as of last night.

Part I: Career Day

I found myself at my High School. The hallways were all rather accurate to how they were realistically, if not slathered with posters, pictures and decorations of a lot of different things, most of them famous men, women and children who all specialized in specific positions.

I walked with two of my friends--one an Asian kid named Eric, always had this huge mole under his chin, and my friend Gabriel, a boy with fair, wavy hair and a cherub-like face. We walked in this hallway, somewhat crowded but not too packed at the same time. I assumed it was some sort of career day of sorts, and so I looked for something that piqued my interest.

Along the way, I saw a poster of lead guitarist and singer of the 90's band Nirvana, Kurt Cobain. The picture was of him, singing and playing guitar in black and white. I touched this poster, and then I looked to my left. Kurt Cobain was coming at me with a butcher's knife, something out of a campy horror movie. I didn't attempt to run, perhaps too perplexed by the fact that Kurt Cobain somehow rose from the dead. He pounced me onto the ground, grabbing the handle of his knife with both hands and raising it in the air. I kept shouting "No!" over and over again, but he then pushed his knife right into my chest. What's odd about this is that I did feel a bit of pain as the blade stuck into my chest.

Things went black, but as suddenly as that happened, I was back in the hallway. I was now with my brother, looking much like himself, strangely. People were leaving and we were getting our backpacks from a pile in the middle of the hallway. I didn't understand why, but my brother had apparently put some very important items for a project in my backpack, though I was unable to find my backpack.

They said it might be in another room, and if it wasn't, it was stolen. We checked that room -- no dice.

I was lead to believe that my backpack was stolen. That was when I woke up briefly.

Part II: The Chaser

Not long after, I fell asleep again, the dream following connecting itself to the last dream I had.

I was now hell-bent on finding my backpack, though I only acted on it when my mother was driving me home from school, parked at a gas station on an early summer morning. I then found myself becoming a badass biker dude going along a California coastline; palm trees and the blue skies and oceans passing by me like a big blur. There were a few cars and bikers that passed by me. Though I knew they were enemies, they didn't really do anything to actually threaten me, nor did I do them.

I followed these "enemies" until I reached a beach, where we stopped. I told their boss, a man dressed in a cliche leather jacket with a short-cut Elvis hairdo something rather intimidating; intimidating enough to make him give me my backpack back. My brother was suddenly with us, and there he retrieved a medium sphere that looked like the shape of a planet. He smiled and looked at me, making some cheesy joke about how I was lucky to have gotten this thing back, or else. Then we laughed and the dream ended.

Notes:

That pain that I felt when Kurt Cobain stabbed me was rather significant.
I've rarely gone that fast as I did on the motorcycle in a dream before.

Interpretation:

Gee, I really don't know what to think of a dream where I get killed by one of my favorite musicians and chase a man on a motorcycle to get my backpack back. Perhaps, leisure is killing me and I focus too hard on school.

Part I: The Flooded Plaza

I was in a rather busy plaza, around evening or morning. It's always so hard to tell when the sun's coming up or going down in your dreams. Still, this was no ordinary plaza. No, not only was it of a purple color and very futuristic, but it was flooded to the third story. I walked around, or rather, I swam around, going along these floors as many others did. I came across a Gamestop on the third floor. Around here, I didn't have to swim, but I was belly-deep in water, and my shirt was suddenly gone. Now I was walking around the store -- which ironically didn't sell games but instead shirts and accessories -- with my my muscle-gutted torso lugging bare. I considered purchasing a shirt, though they were all very expensive, ranging from $7.00 to $18.00.

Needless to say, I didn't buy a shirt. Instead, I waddled in the water over to the accessories stand. There, there were 3 guys sitting on stools, and I sat on the remaining stool. The man nearest to me, a guy I know in real life who had shaggy brown hair and a relaxed face. He suddenly asked me "Are you a Halo master?" I replied with a questionable face. He then continued "Well, he's a... and he's a... and that guy's a... So I assumed you're a Halo master." What logic, I thought. They were all something so I had to be something specific, of course he never actually said what the others were.

He went on, asking something about if I were offered to stay up for nights on end to become said Halo master, would I take that offer. I hesitated and replied "Yeah. Yeah." just to please him. He then smiled and nodded "See, I knew it.", and that was the end of that.

I searched through the little booths of accessories, just a bunch of ugly rings and bracelets. I got up, walked by one of the guys, who was now a humanoid shark, and said "Don't mind me." as I searched in the bin nearest to him. He replied in a deep, black voice "What you sayin' to me? Shut up." and I replied "Hey, relax. I'm just passin' by." and didn't find anything at all.

I found a wet shirt in my pocket and put it on, cold as hell as I was. I then swished out of that store to try and find my parents. This thought kept going through my mind about how I missed going to juvenile hall this morning. Oh well, I thought. It'll just go on my criminal record.

Part II: The Broken Race with Megaman

I woke up briefly, then fell asleep again. Don't really remember what time.

So here I was in some sort of robotic suit in this parking complex, no real clue what I was doing there. I was supposed to find someone, and I did, soon. This smaller man was with me, dressed as Megaman from the video game of the same name. He annoyed the hell out of me, but I don't remember what he said that annoyed me. All of a sudden, I saw these three people. One girl, a hot broad in leather and a 50's hairstyle, a fat man in leather, sunglasses and an Elvis hairdo, and a skinny guy, I'd say the brother of the fat guy judging by their appearance. They started talking smack to me, and in response my robot suit suddenly changed, made this huge transformation. Suddenly I was rugged, muscled and covered in badass spikes.

I was intimidating, but they wouldn't have any of it. They got on these Tron-esque bikes and drove off. I was supposed to catch them, but I didn't have a vehicle. That annoying little Megaman kept saying "Hurry up! Catch them!" but what could I do? I didn't have the means to chase them. The dream soon ended without success in my mission.

Notes:

My dreams usually have video game aspects or characters in them, so it makes sense that this was no different.
I have had this feeling of needing to go to Juvy before in my dreams, though I don't know where this feeling originates from.
I was strangely accurate to my actual self in the plaza scene.
I never did find my parents.

Interpretation:

Perhaps, I shouldn't worry about my body. Or maybe, I'm stronger than I think.
This was a very odd dream.

Part I: "Tough Love Tactics"

Through the whole dream, there was this buzzword that had kept coming up. Something along the lines of "Tough Love Tactics". In the waking world, I still haven't a clue what that means.

Anyways, the dream was rather vague. I don't remember too much of how it began, though what I do remember is this man, perhaps me, who had been walking around, two orange-yellow figures appearing next to him every now and again. He kept saying those figures were important, though I for the life of me could not tell why. They seemed almost transparent, but fully solid at the same time. One moment we entered this house, and in it was a chair, a computer and a radio. I then saw him use those two figures, and it was rather interesting.

One was using the computer, the other fiddling with the radio as if they both knew what they were doing. I asked the man who might have been me "How did you do that?", he replied with "It's Tough Love Tactics." which boggled me even as I woke up minutes later.

Notes:

I never saw the guy's face, but he was about as tall as me, wore a blue shirt and had blonde hair.
There was something having to do with dragons in this dream, but I can't remember for the life of me what they had to do with the dream.
The room with the computer and the radio seemed very foreign to me.

Interpretation:

Perhaps, the two figures represent different sides of me, and the term "Tough Love Tactics" pertains to a sort of mental state where I must think realistically yet praise myself at the same time. Perhaps, it has to do with self-loathing.

Part I: Two Dragon Friends

It was one of those dreams where something happens over and over again that causes you to awaken, then sleep, then awaken again in small intervals.

I hate these kinds of dreams, as they don't really help me get any sleep, but it was a bit of a strange one, one that kept me thinking as I ate breakfast. I don't remember a lot of it, but I was a dragon of some sort, this rather masculine, blue and white reptilian thing with plate armor on, yet for some reason I was actually going to school. It was either high school or it was college, I forget, but I kept thinking to myself, we shouldn't go to school today. I had planned not to go late into the dream, though I kept getting these calls from this other dragon -- a more orange and pink thing that looked rather like the dragon I was myself. This other unnamed dragon kept calling me as if he knew my thoughts, saying "Please go to school. It's worth it!" or something in the same topic as that.

In the very muffled end that I barely remember, I went to school, it seems. That dragon had convinced me to do so, and much like many times during the night already, I woke up in the morning at 6: 45 AM, not feeling like going to school at all.

Notes:

Dragons are common in my dreams. I can't quite pinpoint what they mean, but they usually appear in my dreams if I read, play video games, write or draw before I sleep.
These dreams are quite troublesome, as they always awaken me more than once during my sleep.
Perhaps this is related to my recent interest in dragons.

Interpretation:

I've been ditching school as of late, and perhaps this is my mind trying to motivate me to go... through dragons.

Part I - The Amusement Park

I had visited this place more than once in my dreams -- a theme park that looked almost broken judging by the worn brick walls that had a dampened red hint to them and rustic metal that looked almost desperate to be torn down. It was an amusement park of some kind, one that didn't label their rides or have any fancy sideshows or midway game stands. It looked like the shipping dock of a warehouse, and yet it had a more joyous feeling to it.

It was my mother, my brother and I who took favor to this place. My mother looked the same as ever -- long blonde hair with a boyish face that led just enough femininity to tell she was a mid-aged woman, though me and my brother were of a younger age. Being twins, this would make us 6 or 7 about. Perhaps older, but not younger. We had been searching for a ride, and my mother kept telling how it was my brother's choice because it was his birthday. Thinking of it now, that's ridiculous. Shouldn't it be my birthday, too? We were twins after all, but I went along with it.

He could decide of a ride, and as we wondered, we found one ride that we had been on in a past dream. In the dream previous, this ride consisted of much darkness, followed by some torches and the occasional spooky jump-scare, yet had all the drops and twirls of a roller coaster. We entered this ride and got in the car that could fit the three of us even with room to spare. There was only one car, and it was a blue, 50's carnival-esque shape. It also had no safety bars or belts, but I assumed this was a safe ride. As the car started to move, we proceeded unto darkness, thus ending the first part of my dream.

Part II - The Problem with Fast Food

I woke up at about 7:30-something AM, and didn't feel like staying up, so I didn't. I went right back to sleep, telling myself that I'd only sleep for another hour.

Near my mother's home, there is a small restaurant called In-N'-Out. It's rather popular on the west-coast for it's cheap prices, excellent fries and horrible waiting times, if you went by car anyways. In this case, my mother and I took a trip by foot to the 50's-themed restaurant, with orders in mind, or so I thought. Instead of going to the ordering window, we went deeper, into the kitchen. My mom said we were in a hurry so I had to order fast, and I did -- large fries and ice cream. My mother ordered likewise. The man in the kitchen -- a young Hispanic man in the employee outfit of red and white, gave us this order, but the ice cream was the star of this order. It came on a cone, and had at least eight scoops on it, towering enough to almost reach the ceiling. My mother gave out a groan of displeased humor, saying that we'd never be able to walk home with a thing like that.

He leveled the tower of frozen dairy to just one scoop, and we got our fries, and we went on our way.
We now had to walk home. It was sunset; the sky a blistering, hellish red with darkening clouds scattered in lines along the horizon like platforms in the sky. My mother was complaining about the heat, though I for one found it to be a very mild temperature. The ice cream agreed with my mother, though. Only five minutes since we left the place and they were starting to turn into a colored liquid. I did my best to hurry and slurp it up, and I did, my blond-haired mother apologizing to me that we couldn't get home sooner as we walked into the sunset, idly nibbling onto our fries. We never made it home before I woke again, almost precisely an hour later.

Notes:

Both of these dreams included my mother.
Her personality was rather different from that in real life. She's actually rather excited and playful, while in this she was worried and seemed stressed.
This is the third time I've been to the amusement part in my dreams. I've noticed no specific pattern with real life occurrences that induces the setting.
The In-N'-Out restaurant as well as the area around it was stunningly accurate to real life.

Interpretation:

Perhaps my mother is stressed or worried. I have taken notice of a change in her average personality as of late.
In-N'-Out might represent my increase in food consumption.
My brother's birthday could represent an imminent event with him soon. I'll keep track of that.