Good morning, everybody. Happy holidays! The icy Dream Views logo is really fun. And the Santa Claus flying through the moon is cool, too. Dream #1 It was night. I was either getting into or out of a car with my sister and my brother-in-law. The car was probably my sister's. It was a kind of short car, and it was packed all around by some bigger SUVs. My sister was drunk, but she was trying to act like she wasn't. She was trying to act nice for my sake. We now all got out of the car. The parking lot the car was in was in some downtown-like area. There was a really big, ominous-looking, tan-brick building right at the edge of the lot. We walked out to the road, which felt very old and run-down. This place was like one of those downtowns that shut down completely at night. We were all alone here. The streetlights seemed like in a horror movie -- the light was all grainy, almost sepia-colored. My sister was now not able to control her drunken appearance at all. She even asked, "Hey, isn't there some place we could pick up some booze?" I knew there was a store somewhere -- maybe even just across the street and around the corner. I could even see the store, still open, like a chain drug store, its greenish fluorescent lights shining out through a window-wall in a stately, stone building. But I figured I'd do what I could to keep us from going to that store. I think my brother-in-law felt the same way. Somehow we decided we needed to go to the bathroom. I knew where there was a free public bathroom. We walked off to our right, toward some park-like area, then along a nice, stone walkway. The light was just becoming blue with early morning, and there were already tourists out here -- it mostly looked like mothers and daughters. We went to some area that looked like a fast food restaurant. It had the same color scheme as Dunkin Donuts, but with a lot more brown. And it was shaped like a wide, low public restroom in a park. I knew that this bathroom had either been sponsored by the restaurant or was the restaurant itself. I probably thought the restaurant was McDonald's or Burger King. I think the restaurant itself was closed, but that the bathroom was always open. I think we first walked through the restaurant's seating area, which was huge, but completely empty of people. I think we then walked through a concrete-floored, cinder-block-walled hallway that felt like it was a bridge over a road, between two buildings. The three of us were now in the bathroom, which was a wide, concrete-floored, cinder-block-walled bathroom, like a really nice public bathroom in a park. But it may have had a Dunkin Donuts color scheme. My sister was still drunk -- kind of wandering around randomly. But I myself was now really distracted. Eventually I decided I needed to use the bathroom. I went to a stall, so I could take a crap. But I was having trouble closing the stall's door. It wouldn't stay closed. I was also trying to close it by twisting the little doorknob using a huge, wadded up piece of toilet paper. It was like I was afraid to touch anything in the restroom. So I was protecting my hands with toilet paper. But it was really hard to do anything with the amount of toilet paper I had in my hands. Then, at some point, I felt some kind of erotic feeling. It related to the feeling of taking a crap. I thought I was going to do something really bad and gross in the stall. And it turned me on sexually. But I didn't want to get caught doing it. Then a mother and daughter came into the restroom. I was kind of annoyed. I knew that if a couple of tourists were coming in, then that meant that a whole bunch of people would soon be coming into the bathroom. Everybody would know I was here, and they'd all start harrassing me. So I might as well leave now. I might have walked back out of the stall, passed the mother and daughter, found my brother-in-law and sister, and walked back out into the long corridor. Dream #2 It was a nice, sunny day. I was probably in the backyard of the house where my family lived while I was in high school. But the backyard was now three or four times as big as it was IWL, and it was filled with flowers. It was an incredibly huge, English-style garden! Where our garage had been, there was some big, shady kind of pagoda-like structure made of greyish, dark wood. There were some little kids running around and playing in the garden. I thought of these kids as something like my friends or siblings. They were all angelically beautiful, like the golden-haired children of storybooks. I feel like they were all involved in some task. But I can't remember what it was. My attention was caught by the huge, stalk-like plants near me. I couldn't put a name to them. They seem, now, to have looked like hollyhocks or foxgloves. But they weren't those flowers, either -- I'm pretty sure. They had a kind of fuzzy look. And some of them had bud-like centers: tight, green bulbs, inside a collar of thin, peach petals. I was suddenly laying on my back. Our old dog, a cocker spaniel, was standing over me, vigorously licking, or "kissing," my lips. She was actually licking off a bunch of honey that I had on my lips. Some voice in the distance (or in my head?), probably a child's voice, asked me either if my dog liked honey, or if my dog liked to kiss me. Whatever the question was, I answered, "No, she's just getting the honey off my lips. She's really excited to go traveling. She loves to go places in the car. In fact, when she ----- (can't remember) -----, we'll probably get a nice car for her. Then she'll be happy to go!" I now had an image in my head of a white, horse-drawn carriage, like a nineteenth century carriage. But the carriage was very short, proportioned, it seemed, to fit small children or dogs. And there was no top to the cabin of the carriage. It was flat and open, kind of looking like an ornate, white Radio Flyer wagon. A man in a suit and top-hat sat in a small front area and drove the carriage. He may also have been holding a white, lace parasol. I could see that there was a main seating area: a small square. But there was also a smaller, back rectangle, which, I now guess, could normally be used for luggage. But I guess my dog was now dead, because she was stiff and motionless, and we had laid her in the back area, as if it were some kind of coffin for her, or a space that would have fit a coffin for her. But I'm pretty sure the carriage wasn't taking my dog to a funeral, but to a wedding. And I may have been a part of the wedding. This was probably whatever I'd been referring to when I'd spoken to the voice. But I'm pretty sure this image didn't have anything to do with what I'd actually said. Dream #3 I was in some kind of huge place, something like an old, French palace, mixed with a museum, mixed with an old, run-down, slummy apartment. The place was filled with all kinds of clutter -- boxes, junk, all over the place. There were no lights on, and it was night. The only light coming into the place was extremely dim, orange light from the streetlamps outside. There were a few other men in the structure with me. They were all in one room. The place was huge, but we were all sitting in just one room, which had a bunk bed and a computer desk in it, but which was so filled with junk that we could hardly fit ourselves into the room. The men may have been Latino, and they may have spoken very little English. They seemed to be in their late thirties or early forties. They were short, a little overweight, and a little tough-seeming. The men were being nice or indifferent to me. But I had a feeling that, as time wore on, they'd probably start annoying or harrassing me. My mom now came into the room. I was happy just to have someone familiar to me in this environment. It kind of diluted the bad emotional sense I was beginning to get from these guys. My mom looked a bit different. She was skinnier, and she had shorter hair. She sent me off to some other room. She told me that we were both getting up early tomorrow morning to take care of some task. She stressed the importance of getting up on time. I was excited about the event. And even though it was already late, and that I wouldn't get very much sleep at all if I wanted to get up on time, I was really happy and determined to get up on time. I lay down in bed and closed my eyes. Almost immediately, I re-opened them. I realized that I had woken up an hour late! I ran out into the hallway to find my mom. It couldn't be true, could it? Had I overslept for the thing I was so excited for? My mom was at the other end of the hallway. She said, "Yep, you overslept. But I wasn't going to wake you up." I could tell my mom was disappointed in me. I felt horrible. But my mom now said something like, "Hurry up. If you just get your shit together and get out the door right now, we can still probably make it on time." I was back in the room with the Latino men. Some of them were sleeping on the bunk bed. One was still up, sitting at the computer desk. The light was still dark. It was still very early morning, before sunrise. I crouched before the bunkbed and began arranging something on the cuff of my right shirt sleeve for some reason. It was like I was peeling back my cuff and then twisting it back and forth. It felt like I was trying to put some kind of steel band around my wrist. But I realized that I was just wasting my time doing this. My mom was probably out in the car, waiting for me. If I didn't hurry up, my mom would either leave me, or else she'd wait for me and we'd both be too late to make it to our task. I stood up to get my shit together and go downstairs. But I was so unfocused. I really couldn't remember what the hell I needed to do. I didn't really know what I needed in order to get the hell out of here. And the Latino men didn't help. It was just like they were waiting for an excuse to distract me. I now found myself in a car, an old, clunky station wagon, like the one I drove IWL when I lived out in the desert for a couple of years, working for the Park Service. The car was inside -- in one of the rooms of the house. I sat in the driver's seat. One of the Latino men stood just outside the door, looking in. The car only had AM radio (IDL and IWL ). I had a plastic tub -- like the plastic tubs you get for various purposes during hospital stays -- filled with little, plastic knobs, each about 2cm in diameter. I had to put all of these plastic knobs onto various parts of the radio's face. Only after that would my shit be together enough so that I could leave. But I couldn't fit all of these knobs onto the radio face! I think I managed to find ways to fit some of them onto the volume and tuning knobs. I also popped some of them onto the set-station buttons. And I may have tried to stick some onto the actual station indicator plate. But I was running out of space. And I had a ton of knobs left! I was now by myself in a large hallway, probably inside an apartment. It was night, and the hallway was pretty dark. I stood near the front door. The door was made of old, worn-out wood. I could feel something like a gentle wind whispering past the door. I knew it was some kind of presence. I partly thought it was a ghost. But I also thought it was some person -- or, a person coming, not a person who was actually there yet. I knew that I was still a bit early. But as long as I kept aware of the situation, I'd see the person. Then I could meet the person just outside the apartment. I may actually have just thought of this person as only a breeze of wind. I was now looking out through my door through a small, square window that was maybe 30cm directly above the doorknob. Looking out, I saw the dark sapphire sky of morning. I could see that out there was something like a brambly yard, which may have been something like a big, nice garden. I was telling myself something very soothing, like the person who was coming to me was a very nice person, and that I had nothing to worry about or be afraid of. I watched one or two people crossing my field of view. They were walking along some path, I think, that crossed between the garden and some much wider field. They were a man and a woman. A man may also later have crossed by himself. I told myself, "See? See how nice they are? When they come for you, they'll treat you nicely. You have nothing to fear." I was now outside. It was a bright, sunny morning. I was drifting up a very, very slight slope, on a long, wide lawn that led up to a sidewalk and an asphalt road. I saw a man and a woman walking along the road, heading from the right to the left side of my field of view. The man and woman both looked like they were in their late thirties. But they wore clothes and had hairstyles like from the late 1970s. The man's hairstyle was particularly chunky and bowl-shaped. The man and the woman seemed to be in a kind of peevish argument with each other. It scared me a little bit. I felt like if I got into their field of influence, they'd probably start getting all peevish and annoying with me. But they were walking pretty quickly. And they were already away from me by the time I got up to the sidewalk. Now that I was on the sidewalk, I noticed a few handfuls of people, all adults, walking toward a building. I realized that I was near a university campus. The campus neighborhood reminds me now of my occasional visits to the Princeton campus. But the university building, which I saw off to my left, looked more like an elementary school mixed with a modern, suburban church building. All the people walking toward the building seemed to be in their thirties and forties. There were men and women. Sometimes people were in groups, talking with each other. Other times they were walking alone. Some of the people wore suits or formal attire. Others were wearing caps and gowns, like they were attending a graduation ceremony. I also noticed that a lot of the women had very masculine faces. Some of the women were definitely women, just with very hard, squarish faces. But some of the people dressed as women may have been men. As I got to the actual building, I realized that it was more like an elementary school. The adults I'd seen funnelling toward this area were actually teachers. They were all now dispersing toward different parts of the building: to their classrooms, I assumed. I was in a square, concrete-floored courtyard of the building. There were a lot of kids running all about, rushing, I supposed, to get to their classes. There were some adult women posted here and there, apparently to make sure that nobody was getting out of hand. I figured I'd ask one of these women either where I was, or where I was supposed to be. I didn't really know the answer to either of those questions. I saw a woman posted just under the covering of the building, at the back, right corner of the courtyard. I figured I'd approach her and ask her what I was here for. As I walked toward that woman, a girl wearing a pale pink sweater ran through the courtyard with a clear, plastic bottle of water. One of the other women admonished the girl for some reason or another. The girl thought she was being really grown-up and helpful for doing something. But she was also using her task to avoid having to do some thing that all the girls her age needed to do. She knew this. So when the teacher admonished her, she listened. But as I was about to reach the woman, some kind of alarm went off. The alarm was the prayer bell. Wherever you were, whatever you were doing, when the prayer bell went off, you had to stop, crouch down on your knees, bow your head to the ground, and start praying to god. The ritual seems to me now to be Islam-influenced. But the prayer was more like a Christian prayer mixed with something like the United States Pledge of Allegiance. I bowed, too, because I at least knew what all this meant. I was near a stairwell. A girl wearing a Muslim-style head-covering bowed near me. As I looked at the floor, I noticed it was tiled in meter-square tiles looking like flecked granite. But this tile was all chipped away in a corner, so that almost a quarter of the tile was chipped into an oily blackness. During the prayer-pledge, the girl in the pale pink shirt ran out of the doorway of a classroom near me. She had the water bottle again, and she was about to rush off somewhere. But the woman I was trying to approach told the girl to kneel down and pray, like everybody else. The girl said something like, "Oh, yeah. Right." She didn't kneel down, though. She just sat, in some kind of athletic pose, with her back to the wall, and waited for the prayer to finish. Something about the girl's face made me think she might have Down's Syndrome. But the girl was really smart and active. I liked her a lot. When I got up from the prayer-pledge, I approached the adult woman. I had a feeling now that I was here for some kind of volunteer project with New York Cares. So I asked the woman if she knew where we volunteers were meeting. The woman pointed to the stairwell behind me and said that New York Cares was meeting up on the second floor. But before I could go upstairs, a little girl grabbed my hand and told me to help her with her spelling. She dragged me over to something that looked like folding gym mats stood up on one side and w-folded, to look like a gym-mat version of Chinese screens. Before the Chinese screen was a long, school-like table that was only 25cm or so above the ground. Both the little girl and I had to kneel to sit at the table. The table had a long sheet of paper across it. The paper was filled with items like multiple choice questions. For each number, there may possibly have been questions, probably ridiculously inane questions, like, "How do you spell -----?" as if a kid wouldn't know how to spell a word he was looking right at. But there were no answers in the multiple choice spaces. It was just A, B, C, D, with no answers beside the letters! I think what the little girl actually had to do was choose the correct letter, A, B, C, or D, and then correctly spell the word in the space beside that letter. I think the little girl may actually have explained this to me herself. The little girl was probably learning impaired. But she seemed really smart, as well. She seemed to be doing well enough spelling for herself. And maybe she just wanted me around for the heck of it while she was doing her work. But every once in a while I'd have to help her with spelling. At some point, I even chose, and circled?, the letter "C" on one of her questions. I also remember something about one of us writing in cursive. Then the little girl's brother came up. He was also, apparently, learning impaired, though not as much as his sister. He may have been a bit younger than the girl. He was climbing all over both me and the little girl, though he mostly seemed to be climbing all over me. He really wanted my attention, and he wanted to prove, I think, that he was smarter than his sister. At some point I stood up, as if my lessons for the little girl and boy were over. I told them they'd both done a good job. But the boy wanted to see my cell phone for some reason. I was pretty sure that that was not a good idea, because I think I'd been looking on some sort of fetish website before I'd come here. The boy didn't need to be seeing any of that kind of stuff. I then saw my phones screen, as if it were flickering on, like a TV would, with a bit of vertical hold striping a black screen, as the TV is getting started up and getting a hold of itself. The striping was yellow -- so it seemed to me that this was "effect" for a production, not real vertical hold striping. There was then, probably, some kind of video, maybe starring Hyde from the j-pop band L'Arc en Ciel. But I can't remember anything about it.
Another quick summary. It was Anthony's birthday. He has had so many birthdays in my dreams that he'd be in his early thirties by now. Anyway, for some reason, my mom bought me gifts even though it was Anthony's birthday. I think Vinny came up to me at Anthony's party, where a bunch of people from my school were, and he told me about that my gift cost a lot. Other people didn't want him there because he wasn't invited, but I told them, "It's alright, he just needs to tell me something." I got two teddy bears that I wanted because they reminded me my childhood. Vinny told me that they cost around $200 each (I think it was actually $186 or something). I went to my mom and told her that she was crazy to spend that much on a teddy bear. I felt really bad because I felt responsible for making her spend so much money. I explained to her that they only made me nostalgic, and I didn't really need them. I also felt bad because she spent around $400 on something that would just sit around. Anyway, back at the party, Anthony's mom had to show me my room. Apparently I was staying there for a while. I was at my house, which was a combination of my old house, and a dream house I've never seen before. It was VERY haunted. I didn't want to go anywhere in this house alone because I was afraid. There were a lot of stairs in this house, as if the house would be 5 or 6 stories tall, with most of them being underground. I started out in the 3rd story or something, and I was running through the house, trying to get to the living room where everyone was. I finally made it to my kitchen, where I could see the key hook with my keys on them. This part of the house was haunted too, but a little less. I ran through the kitchen, to another set of stairs and ran up them to find a small room where Ashley and Matt were sitting on the couch, and my Grandmom was on the internet. My mom was outside of the room, and I told her I needed to go to Anthony's. She said I should take my key, but I asked her if I could just go without it, because I didn't want to go back through the haunted house. I was also without my shoes, and I didn't know where they were, and I wasn't about to go looking for them. I was getting frustrated because my mom wouldn't give in, and every second I was in the house felt life threatening because of the haunting. I took out my phone (which was an i-phone) and attempted to make a text message. I couldn't make a sentence, or a complete word for that matter. Upon waking, I realised that this was because full, written sentence and dreams don't mix, but while in the dream, I attributed this to the ghost. I was getting frustrated because I just wanted to leave. Suddenly I was in a different part of the house, and I felt a sense of dread (sleep paralysis) and I thought to myself, "This is the same way I feel in dreams." I hate my brain.
There won't be much today because my mom woke me up early. First, there was this dream where Anthony and I were in this Egyptian pyramid. We were in a golden, stone hallway just hanging out. Behind me, there were two sarcophagi, although I never actually looked at them. There was a supporting pillar in front of me, and the place was lit by many torches. I went around the pillar because it was in my way, just in time to see Anthony do this weird ballet jump. I looked at him and said, "What the hell was that?" We both laughed and this became an inside joke. We both then did a bunch of half-assed mock ballet jumps to make fun of him. There was one dream that involved a game show I think, and Butch was there, but I don't remember the details. The next dream I had took place at this lady's house (may have been Ms. Ward). She was either a friend of Mom, or some relative. We were on a road trip to various states that had family in them, and Mom and this lady, who was very big and in a red sweater, were talking about where she would go next, and how long each trip would take. I don't remember the exact states, but I knew that there was one we could have went to out west that would take 18 hours to get to. There was another one more south that would take around 14 hours. Mom thought these rides were too long, and the lady mentioned that it was only 8 hours to New York (we were already somewhere west of New Jersey). To emphasize how easy the trip was, the lady mentioned that we would only have to "land the plane right on the bay." When I heard this, I became slightly apprehensive about the trip. I didn't want to get all of my bags and everything wet. This whole time, Sean and I were eating platefuls of meat. There were ribs, meatballs, pork, and other stuff. The meatballs were the most important, like they were the lady's specialty or something. Sean was having a hard time getting some of the meat off of the fat from the ribs, and to show him that he had to use his hands, I ripped a big chunk of meat from one of the ribs, and showed him, as if to make him jealous that I was doing it right or something. The plates of meat were on the counter of the kitchen we were in. The whole room had a very cozy vibe to it, with the walls being dark in color, and all the cabinets having a log cabin aesthetic. The counter that had the plates had doorways to the left and right of it. The one to the right led to some sort of living room, where I could vaguely make out a fireplace (I think). The doorway to the left was very dark, and I couldn't see where it led, but I knew that it wrapped around to the other room. There was a giant table behind me when I was facing the counter, and that was where Sean and I were eating. There was also a counter/table in the middle of the kitchen (one that you could walk around), and that was where Mom and this lady talked. The house looked very nice. I might have had a false awakening here, because I think I looked at the clock, and I saw that it was 4 pm. I thought to myself out of frustration, "how is that possible? I didn't want to sleep that long, but I'm still tired." Then I went back "to sleep". In the last dream I had this night, there was an eerie closet in my room where my dresser would be. my room looked pretty much the same except that next to the door to my room, there was another door that led to this enormous walk-in closet, which looked a lot more like an empty basement than a closet. Inside, there was just a big, empty space with mirrors on all of the walls. The room inside was about 20 feet by 20 feet (however, I'm bad at guessing measurements) and had about 6 dusty, old support beams scattered around evenly. One of my cats kept going in there, although I don't think this really had anything to do with the dream, so much as it just being something the cat would do. Mom thought the room was haunted, and I didn't want to go in there, mostly out of the fact that it was completely dark in there, and just creepy looking. I'm sure there was a door to the room, but it was always open, or maybe there were saloon doors or something. But anyway, whenever I tried to look inside the room, I couldn't see anything, as if I had taken my glasses off, and my room suddenly became dimly lit. Mom woke me up around the second or third time the cat went into the closet. Also, I wrote down "club/closet in room" so I guess it was also a club of some sort at one point, although I don't remember that part.
Within my dream, I had a dream that I died. I woke up from that dream in my dream, and told my friends that I had a dream that I died. We got in my friend's car and started driving - and got in a car accident. I was really dead this time, and I asked my friend if there was money in the ghost world or not. They said no, and I replied asking if we could go to the mall to all get new outfits. I flew back home to say goodbye to my family. I kept trying to find ways to communicate with them, but it was harder than I thought. I went on my laptop and turned the webcam on and took pictures of myself as a ghost. I looked slightly distorted but still recognizable. After that, I flew to the back porch and saw my cat. I tried petting him on the head, but he looked slightly confused and sad and walked away. My mom was talking to my sister about a yard sale they went to, and they got a shirt with a bunch of random designs on it, one being a gravestone. They were talking about how ironic that was. Back in the ghost world, I was trying to always have the ability to watch over my family. I tried to find some 'dream guides' to assist me, and couldn't find one easily. I started reading words that were floating around, and it kept saying stuff about black magic.
Thursday: I was on a boat (a Cruise ship). I was in a room with bunkbeds.I had just removed my shoes and put them underneath a desk in the room. A person I know just came into the room and sits down on the bottom bunk. But at that moment the ship started swaying VERY badly..but the strange thing is--it was sunny outside. Then the dream scene shifted to the same person &I racing down a terminal to a plane (I have no shoes on). We just manged to catch the plane and go to our seats. When the plane was on the runway..two mice who look like Gus and Jaq, are racing down the runway and Gus just is able to get to the wheel before it takes off. The plane went kind of wonky.. and the camera showed me that..there was no piolit or co-pilot in the cockpit. So I rushed into the cockpit and flew the plane..straight into a hangar. (the only thing I'm sure off is the shoes&desk is a metaphor about me spending to much time at a computer and not enough time outside) Friday: I was in a mansion, in a room which was all white..it had 4 pianos. Each one had a different "sound" to it. One on the far left, sounded like it hadn't been tuned for awhile. Well the one on the oppiste side was a bit too loud. I was playing the former piano and I notice a ghost coming towards me. It looked like however she had died she died in her bedroom. When she got close enough I saw her have RED eyes. Saturday: i was on a subway with mom. We were at the stop she want us to get off at. Somehow I lost her and had to walk through the entire subway train to get off. Two women, looking like two people I knew helped me get off the subway and up an eslcator. Before we got outside, we passed a shoe store with a moral of princesses (not Disney). One side of the store had shoes outside of it and the plaque above it said "Peggy's shoes". I did find mom eventually.
The setting was a vast snowy tundra with rolling hills and some scattered alpine forests. It was a blizzard out and my friend Derek and I were standing outside the gates of a large city. The city was very futuristic in design, with spiral and dome shaped buildings and large arcologies. it was cool though because the city was surrounded by a large ancient stone wall, like it'd been around for centuries, allowing society and technology to develop around the antiquity. So me and my buddy Derek were each riding a Covenant Ghost from the Halo series. We decided to race to another city across the plain and took off. He was in the lead for a while as we sped over the rolling tundra. I remember pulling ahead after launching off a steep cliff and over some pine trees, which made us neck and neck the remainder of the race. I ended up winning (probably because it was my dream haha), and shortly after my victory I woke up
I haven't been recording my dreams for a long time, so this one is old and not so vivid. I was at my grandmother's house and it was night, we were riding on a John Deer Gator around. I'm not sure who we is, I think a female that I was related to. We pulled up to the front gates and got out. My grandpa was coming out to unhook the gate for us. All of a sudden, right in front of us I saw something. I did a double take. A small girl was standing by the fencepost, her pale face was in stark contrast with the night around her. There were dark circles around her eyes that looked as if they were put there deliberately. Her mouth was a straight line with two sharp fangs sticking out. Her hair was black and neat and she had on a gothic dress. A green glow floated in her wake. Pure terror rent through me. I hurried my grandpa to come. He didn't seem bothered, or maybe he just didn't see it. One of those dream things, you know, when the DCs don't react to anything. I frantically ran to him. Then my family came out of the house, climbing unhurriedly into the car. I jumped in the car, telling them to step on it. I tried to close my door, but a green cloud shrouded my hand and the girl ran alongside the car, holding my door open. I finally forced the door shut, but still, the girl floated by the window until we got onto the highway. Apparently we were leaving to stay in a hotel. We got in and got a room. Everybody got settled in, but the green glow appeared at the window, then as I watched, the ghostly girl suddenly appeared with her face pressed against the window. I screamed. And woke up. Oh god, one of those big fears for me is that there will be a ghost in my house and nobody else will see it or believe me. Maybe this is why this was such a memorable dream for me.
Woah I have a lot of dreams to write down. I did a WBTB without an alarm, and I tried MILD. No lucid dreams, but very soon. DE= Dream-established. It's something that you just automatically know in the dream, without something having to tell you. I had apple cinnamon oatmeal before bed, and had very vivid dreams. I'm trying that again, to see if there is any correlation. First, I was at the old house with Anthony and John, and we were smoking. I can't fully remember what happened at this part of the dream, but everything on TV was amazing to us. One thing I remember was seeing a pool table on TV that had a hidden tray to store things, and I made a pretty funny comment...but I don't remember it. Then Anthony started talking about something while Beyonce was on TV, and while he was talking, she morphed into three fat black chicks, and they were in the desert. I made a joke about this, first saying, "Look, Anthony! You've talked for so long, they all got fat!" But then I thought of a better one, and said, "Anthony, you've been talking for so long, that their skin has been burnt to a crisp!" We all knew they were already black, and they were in the desert, so it was funny. (I hope that doesn't sound racist.) Then, because of the desert, I was suddenly in the military, and we were training. We were all crawling around the desert in the sand (although in plain sight, so I don't know how this was good training) and we had to act like we were picking up live grenades and throwing them away. Then the drill sergeant said we were dogs of war I think, because then we were all literally dogs. I remember making a joke about it, but it was in bad taste, or badly received, and everyone was staring at me. I remember looking back at them, and seeing a bunch of wolves, and their eyes were so clear and vivid. They were all yellow, and each one had a different-shaped pupil. Then the drill sergeant said that (since we were dogs) when we see the enemy, we aim for their balls. He was very enthusiastic about this, "YOU GOTTA GET THEIR BALLS! YOU GRAB HOLD OF THEM AND AAAARRGRGRHGFHBSDJFKVBDILURFJK!!!" It was pretty unsettling. As we ran back to the camp, we ran over a bunch of hills and the camp's "living room" was in plain sight, without any walls, so we just ran right in. Then I was human again, and Sean was there. It was DE that he was there with us the whole time. The room we were in was blandly colored, with a single couch in the middle, and a kitchen with a bar counter to the right, across from the couch. If you walked forward, then you get to this circular room that leads back outside. Then we all had to clean the camp. I wanted to listen to music while cleaning, so I turned on the radio, and Radiohead was on. The song sounded pretty good, so I held my ear up to the radio to get a better listen, but then the drill sergeant turned on a second radio in the circular room, and turned on Katy Perry. He turned it up really loudly as if challenging me. I changed my channel to his, and turned it up as well so I could suck up to the drill sergeant, and so we could have surround sound (since two radios were playing the same thing). To change the channel on the radio, there was just this dial on top, with ridges in it for grip, and there was an arrow on top of the dial, and there were preset, yellow sections that the dial clicked into. I remember it was DE that Sean had a bad attitude, and another reason I switched the station was to look better than my brother, who he is obviously going to compare me to. Suddenly, we were in this hallway that circled around this middle room, so that you could continuously walk around the room in the hallway. There were two places along the hallway in which you could turn and walk into the middle room. The middle room had some tables, and the walls were clear, so you could see into the hallway, but it was a pretty small room. The walls in the hallway were pretty similar to the walls in the ambulances in Killer7 when you fight Andrei Ulmeyda in that the walls were conjumbled with things, but it wasn't medical supplies. It was more like just a bunch of dark colors, but the hallway still had that look to it, and it was cut up into sections like the ambulances. At the same time, it had the feel to it like it was below deck on ta battleship. On one part of the hallway, there was a doorway that led into a room that had everyone's parents. That room was very clean-looking, and had white walls, a soft carpet, a white couch in the middle, a bunch of chairs all around, a TV, and a plastic plant or two. If you kept walking in the hallway to the right, the next wall had a "school lunch" look to it, probably because that's where everyone got there food. There was an Asian guy cleaning this very metal counter, and the janitor from Ned's Declassified behind the counter mopping up some stuff. Sean and I were standing at the doorway to the parents room, and we could see a bunch of parents sitting in all the chairs, and we saw our parents sitting on the couch. It was Mom and Brian, but Dad wasn't there. All the mothers were crying because their kids were in the military, and I noticed this, and realised that our mom was crying the most. There was an instructor in the room, or maybe it was the drill sergeant, and he was telling the parents about the place, just explaining the place like a talking brochure. After this, Mom and Brian came out of the room, and I remember begging my mom to let me come home, "You don't understand! I'm not this kind of person, I will be miserable here! This isn't for me!" It was DE that they sent Sean and I here, for discipline or something, and my mom ignored everything I just said. It was also DE that it was my birthday. For some reason, they went after Sean, as if he did something really bad. It was slightly DE that Sean sent me and him to the military, and it was against my will. So maybe that why they were going after him. Sean ran off to the right, and we all chased him. After one full walk around the complex, and we got back to the point we started, he kept walking, but this time, my mom went after him, and Brian went the other way to trap him. They didn't know about the middle room, but I did. It's always been known between Sean and I that I was pretty weak, and he was a lot stronger than me. So when I went into the middle room to stop him in case he went in the other way, and he walked in the other way and saw me, he thought, "Oh, it's just Chris, he's not going to do anything." He walked up to me prepared to hit me. All of a sudden, everything was in slow motion, and every kick, punch, or hit he threw at me, I just deflected. It was pretty cool. Then Mom started to come in because she saw that he had no where to go. As she got closer, Sean threw a punch at her, but I noticed this and went to push his arm away. I saw my chance to catch him off guard, and I palmed him in the face twice. He fell back and landed on one of the tables. I looked at him, and his face was completely messed up, and I immediately felt extremely bad. I looked out to the janitor, or had a small bucket-like wheelchair, and I said, "We need that wheelchair." He looked at me, as if horrified and started to back up and run back into the kitchen, which was on the other side of the counter that the Asian was cleaning. I ran out of the room screaming, "WE NEED THAT WHEELCHAIR!" Then I woke up. I don't know why we were so violent in this dream. I assure you, we aren't like this in real life lol. It was 4 AM, and I went back to sleep. There was a small dream fragment that sort of connects these two dreams. There was a classroom in the military camp. The people in the were This kid Vinny, a girl version of him, and some other kid, who I felt a strong connection to. From that point on, the girl version of Vinny was no longer that, but was now some blonde chick. Anyway, the whole group turned out to be the unpopular kids, but they were really cool to hang out with. Suddenly I was in a car with them, and it was DE that we have been hanging out for quite some time now, and we were going to one of their houses. I found out that they were looking for a new best friend, and the top three candidates were me, Sean, and Ned Bigby from Ned's Declassified School Survival Guide. Suddenly, I was out on this street at night, and Sean and I were racing to get to their house first, because then we would be a better friend. Sean took off in a car, and I had to run. When we got there (somehow at the same time) We rang the door bell, and Ned Bigby answered. We were confused, but then we found out that they chose him, and we were disappointed. There was also an even smaller dream fragment that took place at a football stadium or something. It was a game show, and on the field goal post, there were a bunch of pods with people in them on each side of the field goal post. The pods were attached to giant, stretchy bands, and the game had something to do with transferring something from pod to pod as they bounced around and got near each other. There was also a part of this dream that had something to do with some sort of danger, but I don't remember what it was. I wrote down "witnesses" in my dream journal to remind me. I don't remember. The next dream I had, I was at lunch at school. The cafeteria was set up like Carson, but the rest of the school was set up like the high school, even the lunch lady was the high school one. I only remember one of the people I was sitting with, and it was Rebecca Torres from school. I had this bag with me, and it was made out glow sticks. I had a hard time tying the handles together to close the bag. It was multicolored and very vibrant. I put it under the table for safe keeping during the lunch period. I don't think there was anything in the bag. It was just a bag made out of glow sticks-nothing else. I got up to go get my lunch. For lunch they had school pizza, and Dominos pizza, although they looked the same except for their shape; one was square, but I don't remember which one. I had some sort of discount for some reason, and I could get one slice of Dominos pizza for free. I the next slice would cost the same amount as a normal lunch. So instead of getting one slice, I got two for the same price. After waiting in line for what seemed like forever, I got to the front, and tried to put in my pin number, which, in the dream, was 8693-7643. It didn't work, and I was like, "Are you sure? This has always been my pin number. Let me try again." It still didn't work. Annoyed, and without my lunch, I left the lunch room to get help from a teacher about it. On my way out, I saw some dude playing the piano. The piano had two sets of keys, and he started playing a Weezer song. It was a DE song. Then he started playing a song that started out with a repetition of a major first, and a minor fourth. This black chick wearing glasses standing next to me seemed to have the sheet music for this song. I asked her if she wrote this song, because it was really good. She said, "No, I wish. It's by one of my favorite bands, *DE name*." I said, "Oh, really? I love that band! They remind me a lot of Kunek [check 'em out, reader!], which is really the same band as Other Lives, if you've ever heard of them." She said she never has heard of them, but for some reason this establishes us as hitting it off. She writes down the name of the band (Kunek) on her paper, and she goes to class. I realise that we forgot to exchange numbers. For some reason, this weird, ugly chick from school, who NEVER showered, I swear (I think her name was Crystal) thought I was hitting on her rather than the black chick. So now she likes me. Fantastic. I ignore this for now, and head to the hallway, to get a teacher to help me about the pin number situation. I put a bunch of golf balls in my mouth because for some reason, when you go ask a teacher about anything, it is customary to have bunch of golf balls in our mouth. The golf balls started to get soggy, and they got chewy and tasteless like old bubble gum. I walked up to a teacher, and seeing my golf balls said, "Yes, we know about the pin numbers. No one's pin number is working because they were all reset, and the teachers are having a hard time too. Go back to class." I was annoyed by this because I realised I put golf balls in my mouth for nothing. When I head back to the lunch room, I see a different line in the back of the lunch room, opposite the normal lunch line. This new line is for people whose pin numbers aren't working. I go there, and wait in line. This annoying kid, Lawrence, who pretty much everyone at my school thought was annoying, was standing in line with me, mocking me the whole time because my pin number didn't work. When we got to the front of the line, Lawrence, who was in front of me, was denied his food because he had no money. Suddenly he became fickly apologetic, and said things like, "Yo, Chris, you gotta help me man, we're friends, right? We've always got along, I'll pay you back I swear." Even the teacher, who was taking everyone's orders like a waiter turned so that his back was to Lawrence. I ordered my pizza. As I was doing this, it was DE that the ugly chick was hitting on me again. Later, when I went back to class, I went up to the chick, and asked her what was up. She said, after giggling and blushing, "I think you're pretty." Now that I think about it, that's a weird thing to call a guy. To be polite, I said, "Look, I think you're pretty too, but I don't see you that way. There is nothing between us. I'm sorry." As I said this, I got a wave of embarrassment because everyone was watching, and I'm sure they thought that I actually thought she was pretty. I ignored this and continued as I walked out of the classroom, "So we're cool, right? No hard feelings?" As I said this, I did that weird gun finger thing, as if to say that we were still cool with each other. She hated me for the rest of the dream. After school, I walked to my car, which was really Mom's Hyundai, and I got in it to drive home. The parking lot was the parking lot to the middle school/intermediate school. When I was driving home, this DE Youtube song started. It was a comedy video. The words had something to do with an old man driving, and seeing a bunch of young kids playing on the sidewalk and everything, and this infuriated him. Anyway, this part of the dream looped. For about 3 or 4 times, I walked to my car and drove home to that song. On the third time or something, I accidentally got into the car next to mine, which is weird because my car is silver, and this one is yellow. This kid, Ryne, was sitting in the passenger seat, and he just stared at me, confused. Fortunately, I'm pretty cool with this kid, so I just casually got out, and got into my car. Then the ugly chick walks up, and gets into the yellow car. It is DE that she is dating Ryne. She looks at me and scowls at me. From inside my car, I look at Ryne and give this throw-hands-up-shrug-shoulders move to show him that I was just as confused as he was when I got into his car. We both laugh, and I drive home to the song again. Then, suddenly I was surfing Youtube because of the song. Every page on Youtube had a psychedelic foreground that covered most of the page. There was a small hole in the foreground, and you could barely see what was going on. Suddenly, I was in this room with beige walls, a pale, leather couch, and a glass coffee table in front of the couch. There was a doorway that could be seen from the couch, and I think it led to a bathroom. The whole place was DE that it was a Google office. There was a hallway opposite the bathroom doorway that led to this reception desk. There was big window on this hallway that spanned the whole wall of the room I was in. Behind the couch, was this big piece of glass that I was under. I was transformed into a girl, and I was wearing only this really small tee-shirt that came down to the top of my thigh. These people who work there, came up to me while I was under the glass, and they helped me out. They let me spend the night on the couch, because they were going to interview me in the morning. I didn't have any covers, and it was pretty cold in the room. The Trix rabbit was sleeping on the glass behind me, and I think he had something to do with the fact that I was a girl. I remember thinking that it was pretty awesome that I had boobs. I was playing with them, and then I touched my new Va-jay-jay to see what it felt like. It felt very...uh...real. I fell asleep, and woke up on the same couch in the same room in the same clothes, but I was a boy again, and I didn't want the people who work there to know because then they would kick me out, and I would have no where to go. They would kick me out because I wasn't the same person. AAAAARRRGHHH!!!! I just realised that I always do a reality check right when I wake up, but I didn't do one here. Anyway, the Trix rabbit was gone, and now it was Bugs Bunny. He had a plan to get us out of there safely. He pulled one of his cross-dressing schemes, one of which is way too complicated to go into detail here. But the end result is that he ended up with a clone of himself, and they seeing each other. And his clone was him, but it was a girl. But they were both cross-dressing in such a way that they were both gay and straight at the same time. And at the end of this dream segment, They were trapped in a doorway with the people from Google coming after them, but since Bugs's plan worked, they had a fail-safe. The two Bugs Bunnies kissed, and then the original one looked at the "screen" of the dream. He had this shocked look on his face, and this whole scene was reminiscent of the famous scene at the end of 2001: A Space Oddyssey. From Bugs's eyes came this wave of green. If you have ever played Super Mario RPG on the SNES, then you have seen this. In the final battle, where you fight Smithy, one of his moves turns the screen green, and it looks very psychedelic. When Bugs looked at the "screen" of the dream, this flashed across the screen, but it "waved" across the screen from left to right. What this whole thing did was change the whole universe so that monsters and humans sort of coexist, but monsters are on top. Then, my dream went through this sort of "let's get you up to speed" kind of thing. I saw scenes from important parts of this new history that explained how we now live in this paranormal kind of society, with monsters and such running about. Things that were established were that humans lost this war to the monsters (of Hell maybe) and that there were these magic minerals that came off certain people, and these would have won the war, but we couldn't get enough of them in one place at one time. At one point there was only one in the world left, and Dib from Invader Zim found the last one in this alley way, but a monster took it and ate it. Then he made some comment about humans being made of cheese, and for some reason this upset the monster society, and now they hold a grudge against us. Before the next logical part of the dream, there was this part where I was with people from Avatar: The Last Airbender. We were on this giant vehicle, which was like a train, but it was rickety and wooden, and had a lot of open spaces on it. We were in some sort of desert. I was talking to Sokka, who pretty much just called his sister easy, because he said, "Yeah, dude, you could totally have sex with her. She has a thing for people with powers." Suddenly, we were under attack from Haku from Naruto, who was attacking us from under the train. He was throwing a crap ton of needles that cut through the floor of the train and they were everywhere. You just had to constantly move and just hope that you didn't get hit. I think I was supposed to be Naruto, but only in name. But somehow, during the end of this dream, I wasn't him anymore as I started to enter the next part of the dream. I remember Kitara referring to Naruto as "Poji", pronounced Poh-jee. It was supposed to be his nickname or something. When she was calling his name, they were all in this purple carriage that was going through this very populated city with all of these monsters and such. Anyway, the "camera" to the dream started panning out from this, and that's when she called Naruto Poji. As it panned out more, I found my self in first person walking through this massive crowd of demons and monsters and otherworldly beings. I was in a city that had a bunch of run down shops and such. I was with my mom, and two other men. There was this part where I was expected to perform, or sing, in with some people, like Sean did (DE), but I never did this. I don't remember what this had to do with anything. I think it was supposed to be the last time I ever performed as one person because of what happened next. The two other men we were with served a purpose. In the society we were now a part of, there were some people who had three heads, so they can be stronger. The one guy, who was pretty buff, dressed in all black and had red hair, was supposed to be the host. Me, and the other guy, who I didn't get a good look at, were supposed to be the other two heads. We reached this one row of carnival games and food stands. The host turned to me and said, "You get to pick. Left or right?" I was confused at this and asked what he meant. He clarified, saying, "Which side do you want to be on?" The other guy went along with all of this very easily, but I had my share of questions. I knew it wasn't going to hurt, but I also knew that I would never be able to turn back after I donated my head. I asked things like, "Will be all be treated equally? Or will you be the dominant head? How much freedom will I have to move around and stuff?" As I was asking this, the host bought food for only himself, and also bought two mini bowls of cream, to which my dismay, I could recognise as head cream. This meant that we WOULDN'T be treated equally, and this was a very selfish move on the host's part. The cream was just for the maintenance of my head, and the other guy's head. I decided I didn't want to do this anymore. Luckily, it was actually my choice, and I didn't have to go with it. I decided I wanted to get something to eat. For some reason, my mom was working at one of the food stands. They were very tall, and unrealistic. All there was to eat was monster food. But I looked harder and found some pizza. I wanted to by some, and Mom said, "That'll be 8 dollars." I said, "8 dollars for one slice of pizza?" She clarified, "No, it's 2 dollars for the other stuff [it was suddenly DE that I also bought a drink and a snack] and 5 dollars for the pizza." I know this doesn't add up to 8, but that's what she said. I refused to pay, and instead I bought a pack of skittles at this stand that had an impossible amount of skittles. Then these two guys came up to me and my mom, who was now with us again (not working), and they demanded that we give them our money. It was DE that we only needed to give some of our money. For some reason, I had thousands upon thousands of dollars in my pocket. Each bill had either a 2, 5, 10, 20, or 30 on them, and this indicated thousands, so 2 thousand, 5 thousand, etc. I gave him only a little bit of my money because Mom pulled a sneaky, clever move where I give him a few large bills, but then I fold my money over so that a small bill is showing (so it looks like I have little left) and I put that back in my pocket. I messed up and didn't fold the money over, so the robbers saw me put a 30 thousand dollar bill back in pocket. They said, "Hey, let me see that again, are you trying to pull something?" Luckily, I folded the money over in my pocket, and when I pulled it out they only saw 2 thousand, and we were free to go. This was the longest, most chronologically sound, and vivid I've had in a very, very long time. Crazy stuff.
No lucid dreams. I fell asleep while trying MILD, and I did the WBTB earlier than expected, because I forgot to take out the trash last night. Before I woke up to take the trash out, all of my "dreams" consisted of these faux "reality checks" on loop. It's like my mind was just running through them over and over, but it really wasn't a dream if that makes sense. I wouldn't call it a dream anyway. If I did call it a dream, then the entire time leading up to the WBTB was a constant loop dream of my checking my hands as the reality check. Maybe I need a good night's rest? At least they are happening A LOT in my sleep now, so there's that. When I went back to sleep after the WBTB, I really started to dream. Perhaps my REM periods were too short in the time leading up to the WBTB, and maybe that's why I had these "dreams." But ANYWAY... The first thing I remember is walking with Maria to some place. I think we were seeing each other or something. Then, there was this dream where it was Sean's birthday. It was actually his birthday in real life on the 26th, so that makes sense. For his birthday, we were getting him this really expensive chocolate, which sounds pretty depressing now that I think about it. Anyway, before that we were having really expensive pizza, and we only had one. It was like we were running out of pizza fast, and we were worried we would have to pay for another, or that the other one wouldn't come in time - oh wait!...it was that we were running out, and we paid for the other already, but we were afraid that it wasn't coming. Then I had to go get the chocolate. It was in the closet of this room that I would be in in a later dream. In the closet, there was this big machine, not unlike a coffee bean dispenser in a supermarket, except this one was a lot more futuristic and electronic. The chocolate was shaped like pumpkin seeds, and the pricing was $75.87 to start. You needed to put that much down to buy any in the first place. After you were going to buy a certain amount, the price started going up. I couldn't figure out the stupid machine, because the interface was horrible. There were three buttons placed on the machine so that there was one button on top of another, and another button next to the bottom one. The top button went through the selections, and the bottom button went back, but if you pressed the bottom one, you had to press the button next to it to make it so the top button would be set to cycle through the selections again, otherwise it would now be the "confirm order" button. Anyway, I was getting annoyed, and my mom came over, I'm now guessing to ask me what was taking so long. When she was helping me, we were in some weird train station with the same machine. I have no idea why, it didn't have to do with anything, and we ended up back in the room right after this whole thing. I tried messing with the machine again, and I finally found the one we were going to get Sean, but I accidentally hit the "confirm order" button. So we bought one piece of pumpkin seed sized chocolate for $75.87. I said I was sorry to my mom, saying it was because of the bad interface. I had to explain what an interface was to her, and we were both getting annoyed. Then, it was DE that we were back at the party, but it wasn't the party, and it was in our old house now. I remember seeing the porch, but I don't remember what happened there. Then I had to get something that was in my room. My room was the room that is in my current house. When I got there, I couldn't open my eyes, so I couldn't see, and was blindly searching through my room. I finally got my eyes half open, and I looked in the mirror to see what was wrong with them. I could see that they were blood shot, and I could see in the mirror on my ceiling by the fan, was this wild and swift smoke that moved across the ceiling towards me. I freaked out and went downstairs to the dining room. The dining room was DE that it was my old house, but it looked mostly like my current dining room, with some minor touches here and there that hinted at the old house. There were a bunch of girls there, and I was explaining to them that there was a ghost in the house. Then I walked out onto the back porch and there was a lot of dudes that took off on their bicycles like it was this big tradition. I went to sit down at the table on the porch, and suddenly I was at the beach with Chrissy/Cassandra. I don't know exactly which one it was, and it may have been DE that it was both in the same body. We were watching videos on my phone, but I forget what they were, but they may have been the video I saw in my next dream. I was in the room that had the chocolate machine in the closet. Now that I think about it, this room was a lot like the room I stay in at Dad's, except there was only one closet. There was only one bed in the middle of the room rather than two beds on both sides. I had my keyboard on the bed with me, and I think there was another machine there too. The keyboard was playing this extremely loud drone music, and it was fricken amazing, and I don't even like drone music. Then I looked at the TV, and there was this movie or something on. Ben Stiller was the main character, and the part I saw was that he was at the site of this big fire, and as he's walking, he comes up to Batman, and Ben Stiller was like, "Wait, but you're a good guy. What are you doing here?" Batman looked down at these pencils he had in his hands and said, "I was hoping the cameras would see..." It was like he needed the world to know that he can read and write like a big boy, and he was ashamed that he was doing such a selfish thing. Ben Stiller walked along a little more and came to an evil Batman, and said, "Wait, but you're the bad guy. What on earth are you doing here?" The evil Batman took one look at Ben Stiller and said something along the lines of, "BBLLLAARRRGGH!! I'm gonna kill everyone!" Or maybe it was, "BBLLAARARRRRGGHHH!!! I'M GONNA EAT YOU!!!" And that was what I woke up with.
Please excuse the poor capitalization. This is the second day trying the WBTB method, the first being the 19th. No lucid dream. Unfortunately, most of the dreams I remember had to do with just staring at piano keys I believe. However, the reason i don't remember much is because I almost had an OBE/WILD! Twice! Maybe it had something to do with the wake back to bed method? Although I think I just got lucky and started to wake up at the right time. the most i remember of my dreams is only a few leading up to the first time. I remember watching TV with dad, but for some reason it was at our house. he was eating grapefruit, and i was on the floor. i forget what i was doing on the floor, but the show we were watching was like a collaboration between family guy and american dad. i was like "i don't remember them being the same show." then, i remember listening to Other Lives (good band, I recommend) in my room. I had headphones on, an i was trying to crawl under the rockband drumkit. my logic was that they wouldn't have made the songs in such a way so that you couldn't fit. then, i remember seeing a cartoon black girl, who was very short, wore a yellow dress, and had big eyes, and an afro. she said something. I don't remember what is was, but the point is that is was supposed to be evil or something. or maybe she screamed. i don't remember. but then, i told sean and dad about it, and dad said that i should show him the clip, so we can do something about it. i said ok, and i was up in my room looking for it. apparently, the ghost didn't want me to do this, and came after me. it was DE that it was holding me down on the bed, so the dream turned into a nightmare, with my sleep paralysis making it seem more real. i started to wake up, and i couldn't move, or yell for help. i was still half asleep so i still thought the ghost was after me. after i realised i was waking up, i felt them. the vibrations of anyone who has ever experienced an OBE/WILD. i didn't understand it at first, but as soon as i was actually awake, i immediately understood, and was disappointed that i didn't try anything. the vibrations felt like when your hand JUST falls asleep. its not the pins and needles kind, it the rumbly, tingly, vibration kind. or maybe it feels like when you hit your funny bone, but all over your body, and without the pain. the second time this started to happen, i was like "cool at least i get a second chance." i tried to will myself out of my body (for an OBE), but nothing worked. maybe i need to actually try to physically move? ill try that next time (although I should be focusing on lucid dreaming lol), with my hand under my leg, so that if i can raise my hand, i know it went through my leg. i had more dreams after i went back to sleep finally, but I don't remember them because i couldn't take my mind off the almost WILD/OBE. I remembered later in the day that my final dream was about this weird hotel/learning camp? Cosmo Kramer was there, as were a bunch of other celebrities, but they could have just been DE celebrities. One part of the dream involved a flooded hallway i think, with a car pulling out of a driveway in the rain? I don't know, but i do remember that it was a pretty cool dream.
First thing I remember was running around the coffee table (old house) with some foot ball dude. He was practicing tackling and I was trying to prove him wrong. After a while, he was laying down on the floor and he was like "No, pass me. It's alright." I tried to pass him, but as soon as I passed over him, he kicked me up into the air and I landed on my face. It was hilarious for some reason. Then I went on i-am-bored.com and 4chan on Mom's laptop. Then I tried to convince her that anything besides the music board would give her viruses. It worked. Next, I believe I was at high school, but it was the middle school set up differently. It was the middle of the year, and and I just started to do stuff. I remember Kevin Shaw and a backpack, and the gymnasium, but I can't remember what happened. I think he and others were bullying me? I don't know. I think I said something funny and got popular. Then, I was walking around somewhere with Alec. I had this plastic bowl of unpopped popcorn, but the kernels were really small and tasty, and I think it was illegal to eat them where we were, which was a kind of mall, where we were looking for something. Since we couldn't find it, he had to eat some in the place and we both got arrested (me too because I was an accomplice). Frankie from Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends led us outside. Next thing I know, we were wandering around this very modern/clean/philly-esque neighborhood, but it was DE that is was ours. I was like "That thing we were looking for? I have like two at my house. I could go grab em." Naturally, he was pretty pissed. Then, I was at this strange Halloween world and I think there was this demon out to get me. I tried escaping in this...thing (it looked like a whale). Everytime we tried, we would reach the bottom of this acid lake and the back of the whale under the tail would split open, and this evil black gunk would ooze out. Then I would sew it up or something and try again and again until eventually, I was either an underling or a leader or a beggar (I don't remember if I was one of them or all three) at some weird palace place. There was a cup of gold that I don't remember where it came from, but it may have been related to the popcorn kernels. I (?) was giving out the gold, which did look like corn, to people who were in line. When I was down to the last of it, I was the beggar. Then, someone in the palace mentioned a girlfriend being crazy. So then I was at Lindsay's friend's house (DE) and we went into the next room. It was established that we already broke up. She was just trying to get me back. In the next room, I was lying down with her and her friend talking. Then the door we were by swung open as some old lady kept letting her dogs in. The last part had something to do with music and the piano. It was like some kid was embarrassed to play, and I said that I play, and I'm and old man (I'm 18 in real life), so there is nothing to be ashamed of. Somehow, this was more interesting in the dream. I also remember some sort of bars, and the top lit up, but I don't remember their purpose. _____ /_____\ this one was bright red and it lit up. /_____\ yellow /_____\ bright green / \ bright blue. like flourescent colors.
Not many today. One part, our apartment was haunted. For example, the TV was in front of you, you turn around, you turn back, it's on the other side of the room. There was some sort of play. Jenn was in it. I think she was possessed. Also, I don't remember the whole thing but the trophies in Super Smash Bros Brawl were battling (duh) but not like usual.
There's a battle. We were flying. I recall an island, water and fire. There's also Pikachu. Lightning. STP. Agri. A dragon? I was a small bird flying over a forest. A great white dragon (ghost dragon?) is chasing me. I headed for the forest and let the dragon chase me. When I deemed it was close enough, I flared my wings, barely avoided the dragon when the wind backlash pushed me back all of a sudden, and watched as the dragon crashed into the forest.
A dream from a few weeks ago, I got some catch up to do! I was walking through ruins composed of the remains of what looked like a brick structure and several other structures making up the size of about two houses. The ground was made of sand and there was no sign of any other structures in the distance. I lived there and had a few furnishings spreed throughout the ruins such as a bed next to the remains of a couple of walls, a small dresser and a table all spaced apart. Out of nowhere a flock of tourist shows up and starts walking through my ruins taking pictures, most of them in Hawaiian shirts and carrying fancy cameras with huge lenses. I begin to yell at them, saying that I live there and that they can't be here without permission. One of them started to go through a drawer in my table and I ran over to him and asked him what he was doing. He responded with something like "I can do whatever I want, what is it to you?" I was suddenly holding a bag I own with my hard drives in it and a shoved the tourist against the wall and thrust-ed the bag at his head. It landed with a thud on the table next to him and his face filled with fear. I angrily told him that this was my home and that they needed to get out. He said he was just here to see the ghosts, and I told him I didn't care and that he needed to leave. I released him from my angry grasp and he began to back away still scared. Suddenly a ghost appeared behind me, and called out to me. I turned around, said hi, and began to talk to him. We had clearly been friends for awhile. All of the tourists stopped what they were doing and stared blankly at the phenomenon I was talking to. We continued to catch up and I took his hands in a friendly gesture. Holding hands I walked with him suspended several feet in the air well over the tourists heads. They were all still frozen with amazement.
I'm in a lab building, with some people. I went into another lab building with a person. A portal. Some lab-coat people run out of it. We tried to shoot them with lightning/fire from our fingers, but they just passed through us. Ghosts? We entered the door/portal, and there are more lab-coat people running from the direction we're headed. I tried shooting more, but nothing came out of my fingers. We kept walking, and walked down stairs. There were five levels. I was on the last level, and sensed great evil from it. I decided to walk back up. My companion urged me to go, but I complained why it has to be me. Why can't it be him or someone else. I cowered in the corner, hugging my knees. Now it looks like a castle, the walls are made of stone. I "saw" a giant shadow walk. McDonald's. A Korean actor posing for a commercial for a noodle, that comes with the coke float of McDonald's. Walking in Lacson St, night, yellow lights.