The World Of Vector's Mind

[Vector88]

2006.09.25</span> <span style="color:blue">I&#39;m aware that there are a few people around me, but I can only actually see one of them. He&#39;s about 15-17 years old. I think we&#39;re at the enterance to my house. There&#39;s a supervisor here too, and I realise that we&#39;re all here to answer a multiple-choice question exam, like the ones that universities put out every year. As everybody else moves to a comfortable position, I go to my car and lie down on the boot with a pillow, and proceed with answering the test. After a while, I come inside. It starts to rain a few moments after I close the front door, and I notice that my pillow had been rained on. It is now on the ground wedged into the left-rear tyre, like a door-stopper. At this point I realise that I&#39;ve come inside to finish the test (long after all of the other people that had come to my house had finished&#33. However, the enterance to my new house seems to have transitionlessly become the hallway to my first house at Hodgson Street, because I&#39;m now in the old lounge room. It&#39;s night time (the curtains are closed, and the familiar warm-yellow lights are on). I think the light fitting from the lounge room in my new house has made its way into my old lounge room, too. I notice the old large television is on, so I turn it off. I lie down on the blue lounge suite to finish the test. I think my parents are in the dining room/kitchen area. Somehow, I find myself walking down a street at what appears to be a cross between night-time and dawn. The street is flodded with orange light however it&#39;s quite dark. I am being followed by a group of people (one person?). We are methodically walking to one house, then crossing the road to the next house, then crossing back to the house after that, and so on. There appears to be a fish tank out the front of each house – some attached to trees – on display. I think the look and feel of the various houses reminds me of the neighbourhood while I was living at Finch Avenue. From memory, the fish tanks have water but no fish in them. On each fish tank, embedded into one side or the other, was a cylinder. We were walking from tank to tank pulling the cylinders downwards, at which point they would produce music. The strange thing (like this whole thing isn&#39;t strange enough) was that where one tank left off, the next one picked up. The faster we pulled the cylinders downwards, the faster that portion of music would play. We walk into the final building – the fish tank is just inside the door on the wall opposite to where we enter. I walk over and pull the final cylinder down. I recognise this building to be the room C9 from school, although the layout of the room has been flipped horizontally – it opens up to the right rather than to the left. Physically, it&#39;s now quite definitely early in the morning (7:00AM?) as the room is flodded with a warm orange glow from the windows on the enterance wall, however timewise it&#39;s closer to 8:40 – house tutor time (or homeroom as some schools call it). I&#39;m standing on the left just inside the door to C9, and I&#39;m talking to the person that&#39;s been following me (just one now... Or was it just one all along?) who is just on the right. Suddenly there is a knock on the door and I turn to see a teacher I recognise from school (I think it&#39;s Mr. Evans[1], but I can&#39;t be sure). He asks for a word with the person that I&#39;ve been talking to. At the end of their conversation he walks out. After a few moments I follow him – for some reason I seem to think he has something of mine. He pulls out a white envelope torn open on one side, and pulls out a pair of red tickets[2]. He is unsure of how they got in there and I believe him, however I seem to be under the impression that they fell into his envelope somehow. I walk back towards C9, regardless of the class being taught (in the courtyard at house tutor time&#33 by Mrs. Crickmore, teaching Japanese[3] I think. As I reach the door to C9, Mr. Evans waves and says goodbye in Japanese. I do the same and step into C9. C9 is now flooded with white light – the fluros have been turned on. Penny Somerville is playing a computer[4] and a girl from school in her uniform who&#39;s face I seem to recognise, but I don&#39;t think she&#39;s really a person in real life, is playing something that significantly resembles minesweeper on her computer, but it isn&#39;t. Penny is just inside the door on the left of the room, and there is a bench along the far wall with computers. I talk to the nameless girl before heading outside. There is no class in the courtyard anymore: it seems that the bell to go to period 1 has just sounded as there is the normal buzz of activity associated with that time of day. I head up the steps just outside of C9 towards the library, where I hear Mr. MacWaters[5] telling off Jake[6] for coming to school with the wrong shirt on. My stomach sinks as I stand waiting to talk to him: I&#39;m wearing a black civillian shirt myself. After he&#39;s finished with Jake I explain to him that I have to go and finish my test (I kept on thinking Daedelus Test[7] in my dream) but he&#39;s very insistant about a meeting that I&#39;m supposed to be at. We walk up to the library (we were just in front of the drink taps at the base of the library stairs). As I enter I can see a selection of important school staff including our Headmaster lined up rank-and-file style, just before they drop to the ground/their knees (laughing?). The structure of the library is not normal: there are no pillars, and the pinboard has been replaced by an additional small library bench. Two students are operating the bench. I seem to konw the male of the two and talk to him, while presuming a kneeling position. Suddenly a video presentation starts. The staff have made their way to the junior fiction section just behind the glass window, without drawing my attention. It&#39;s a music video that I seem to recognise[8]. I know the video clip too. There is a sky background with a man dressed in mostly yellow. The clip is very buggy – the images keep on skipping back and forth – but the audio plays smoothly. By this stage the anatomy of the library has changed – a brick wall now occupies the area between the new desk and the far wall. On this new brick wall there is a bench of screen-to-screen computers, which are all displaying the video clip. I grab a mouse, fiddle a bit with the size of the media player window on one of the computers (which changes the video on all of them) and eventually get it to work. I watch the video for a few moments before waking up. ---------------- REFERENCES: 1: Mr Evans is a Maths Teacher at my school. He tells bad jokes, but he&#39;s a very professional person and is quite down-to-earth and logical. I&#39;ve been talking to him a lot recently about a topic of interest that he empathises with, but I&#39;ve no idea why he made an appearance in my dream (if it was even him - I can&#39;t remember too clearly whether it was him or not). 2: The tickets were like red paper which had been printed out and cut, not card-bord or laminated or anything. 3: Mrs. Crickmore teaches some English subject and History, or something like that. She also did costumes for West Side Story. AFAIK she knows no Japanese aside from maybe “hai”. 4: Almost every time I see Penny, she&#39;s using hotmail on a computer, or using her mobile phone. 5: Mr. MacWaters is like an obese millitary commander when he&#39;s “dealing” with people. When I talk to him personally he&#39;s usually very nice and real, however if someone pisses him off you know pretty quick. Give-no-bullshit get-no-bullshit methinks. 6. Jake&#39;s in my house tutor group. He&#39;s either attention seeking or has problems, or both, because he&#39;s the kid that&#39;s always in trouble for doing something wrong (which I think sometimes is uncalled for – something minor he does occasionally gets unrequired attention, other times it&#39;s justified.) 7: The Daedelus program was a thing that I did in grade 5 or 6. Basically it was a maths/science/history day out at university for primary school kids that showed promise in various areas. There were no "tests" associated with the program: It was merely a couple of elective lectures and fun activities, so I&#39;ve got no idea why this kept popping into my mind. 8: This could have something to do with the fact that I usually have my computer on playing music while I go to sleep, and it keeps playing through to the morning. When I woke up, Coldplay was playing and as you know they have a song called “Yellow.” However, I&#39;m fairly sure that the “video clip” was *not* to that song. ---------- [edit] Added quick-reference at the top of this post [/edit]

[Vector88]

I had no success the night before last: it took me ages to get to sleep, and I didn&#39;t wake up properly during the night, so I can&#39;t recall any of that. Last night was another fairly bad experience: It took me well over an hour more than usual to get to sleep initially (which bought my alarm clock back to 4 and a half hours through my sleep... not so good). When I woke up during the night I couldn&#39;t recall anything (because nothing significant had happened yet?) however I tried my techniques. I stayed up for about 30 seconds, had a drink, then slipped back into bed. I lay in bed for around 2 hours (I thought I&#39;d be able to get straight back to sleep&#33;&#33;&#33;&#33; ) trying to drift off to the extent to where I could try WBTB, FILD, and whatever else I could think of, and realising that it wasn&#39;t working (my body didn&#39;t even get tingly/floatey) I tried to just get a good nights&#39; sleep. Another hour later I managed to just get to sleep normally... Not quite a good night. When I woke up, though, I could recall a few rather strange occurances which I keypointed when I woke up, which I&#39;ll write down here now. I can&#39;t recall the exact order of these short snips, the dream(s?) didn&#39;t really have a proper "order" to it. ---------- 2006.09.27</span> It&#39;s night-time and I&#39;m walking down a street. It appears to be around 9PM. There are no street lights; everything is closed. Everything except for one shop that I pass. The shopfront is a rectangular hole in the wall which acts as a counter, and it also has a pull-down metal roller door (like on a garage) for when the shop closes. For some reason I identify this shop as a Turkish Takeaway shop. Just inside the shopfront is an old man, who appears to be closing up. He doesn&#39;t look Turkish at all: he looks Nepalese. I continue to walk past the shop and look back (through a second hole in the wall?) to see the old man notice me, and invite me in it would seem. I walk in the enterance (which didn&#39;t seem to exist before) and I notice a stream of people follow me in through the plastic strips covering the door. Now there&#39;s a small buzz of activity in the small &#39;waiting room&#39; while people wait for their orders to be filled. A few spot conversations are struck up, and I can vaguely remember a conversation between one middle-aged man who (somehow I know) looks older than he is, and somebody else. As far as I can remember, their conversation is about a baby that he was minding that died in his care, although it doesn&#39;t seem to matter that much - he was hoping to gain something small from caring for it but he doesn&#39;t mind the missed opportunity. He has a little joke and a slightly creepy smile about it. -- I&#39;m in a (very bare) park at the top of the hill. There&#39;s a minimal covering of grass, and I think I&#39;m wandering around in my underwear. This doesn&#39;t seem to cause me distress - I just feel inconvenienced. My mother walks up to me and gives me some towels that she tells me to wrap around myself. -- I&#39;m walking through town up to my usual bus stop. On the corner at the traffic lights it&#39;s extremely busy (the amount of people could be compared to that of my capital city - there are never usually so many people on the street at one spot in my town). The quantity of people is uniform throughout the whole center of town. As I approach the traffic lights I notice two people that I know from school. One person, known as annoying for various reasons, is talking the head off the other person about some topic regarding technology. As I approach, the "annoying" person confirms the details with me, while the other person escapes at the opportunity. For some reason I change my mind about catching my normal bus, and head off to a different location, leaving the "annoying person" standing there. There is more to this dream, but I cannot remember it. -- I am walking my dog in a street very close to my school. Somehow this street that I know seems to have become a major road, although I&#39;m not entirely sure why - no great quantity of traffic travels it. It consists of a slight hill (as usual). I then notice something very unusual, but very cool at the same time. <span style="color:#070">These vehicles that look like sleek trains, with what would appear as tank treads, but also wheels, "crawl" up the street. They come with two "carriages" and one further attachment at the back, which just slides and bounces around from side to side (it has no wheels or treads) which appears to carry the luggage of those travelling within. The word "safari vehicle" comes to mind - I figure these people are doing a safari tour and are passing through town. As each of these vehicles pass me, the carriages suddenly "pop" upwards, revealing the before-hidden wheels. They convert from tread mode to wheel mode, still leaving the rear "trailer" flailing from side to side. "Ingenious," I think. I continue to walk my dog down the street, but make no more than five steps before a red 5-door van pulls up next to me and stops. I stop moving. There are four people in the van: all male, around 20 years old. They start skidding up the hill for about 2 metres, and then reversing back down. They repeat this action a number of times before I yell out to them "Fuck off&#33; If you&#39;re going to taunt me at least do it while my dog isn&#39;t around&#33;" On that note, my dog somehow escapes from his leech, and I find myself worrying about him as he bolts off towards town (what if he gets hit by a car?&#33 But at the same time, I find myself under threat as the four men exit the car and walk towards me. I try to hit them, but I seem to recognise that I have no strength. However, they never end up beating me up, they just surround me and stare at me menacingly for a while. I don&#39;t feel in danger. -- I have a specific memory of the word "Gaim," which is the MSN program that I use, however I cannot remember what this dream was about, although I&#39;m fairly certain it was a short one. No, my computer was not on overnight: no sounds were being made by anything. -- I am at some sort of performance in a theatre. Although the university in my town doesn&#39;t have a theatre, I somehow associate it with being at that university. The theatre has an upper and a lower level, and I am in the upper level. I have lost a lot of details here - I cannot remember anything of the performance which I viewed or what happened for a while after that. I can remember a conversation with one or more people, something about computers I think, and I also have the impression that I went into a chef&#39;s kitchen which the enterance was found on the lower level of the theatre, although I have no idea why I went there. I also seem to remember something about crawling through ventailation shafts?&#33; The next thing that I can remember is being informed/informing someone about the next performance (a different performance at the same venue, I think) which would occur later that evening. I am now at that performance, in the upper level again. I go to the front row of the balcony level, and the first three seats are empty. The occupant of the fourth seat is the mother of one of my friends from school. This particular woman, although kind, is one of those people that will drive you slowly insane by talking and talking and talking and talking to you, without relent. I sit down on the third seat, closest to her (why, god, why did I do that?) and talk to her for a moment, before the performance starts. Everything is dim and quiet, and then it begins. The performance itsself is quite loud, because I can remember my friend&#39;s mother tapping on my shoulder to whisper in my ear, but her whispers were more like shouts for me to even be able to hear what she had to say. The first few times she tapped me on my shoulder to talk to me I can remember not minding, however the fifth, sixth, seventh... times, I can remember feeling quite irked off that she wouldn&#39;t just shut up and watch the performance. I woke up. ---------- If you have any comments about my dreams please feel free to share them.

[Vector88]

Bah DAMNIT! Went to bed at 10:00PM like I've been doing for the last few days. Tried my 61 point relaxation again, tried breathing techniques, but I couldn't get anywhere near SP. Took me an hour just to get to normal sleep. Had my alarm set for 4:00AM in the hopes that I'd fall asleep at 11 and get 5 hours in. Alarm went off, I fell straight back to sleep and woke up again at 5AM. Almost dozed off again too, but I remembered what I was trying to do (which woke me up a little too much, I fear). Woke up for a minute, went back to bed, tried relaxation and stuff all over again. At quarter to seven I started to realise that it wasn't really working all that well so now here I am. *sigh* The thing that pisses me off is not that I didn't get lucid, not that I couldn't recall (That's kinda my fault ) But that I couldn't even get back to normal sleep when I figured that I couldn't go WILD. Which I guess indicates that there would've been no way that I could go wild if I couldn't even get to sleep. I think I might invest in some ear plugs. Comments always welcome!

[Dark_Merlin]

Wow, i just started LDing and i cant recall my own dreams anywhere near as well as you can. Thats really quite amasingly detailed for a dream

[Vector88]

Wow, i just started LDing and i cant recall my own dreams anywhere near as well as you can. Thats really quite amasingly detailed for a dream [/b] Thanks Dark_Merlin&#33; I was rather surprised myself actually, when I found all it took was going to sleep at a decent time and waking up once during the night. ---------- I had some mild success last night (not the acronym mild, just the word ). I think I&#39;m beginning to spot some dream-signs too. I think I&#39;ll highlight my dreamsigns in..... Dark Green. I&#39;ve decided to start recording all important times for my sleeping: I&#39;m eventually going to write a database which will let me put in all of this information, so I can see various things like how long I usually sleep for, when I usually dream, and what conditions I sleep best under. Conditions Journal: Sleep time: 10:00PM - I-Tunes playing. Order by rating. Low volume (8:30) First waking: 2:50AM [By my body, not my alarm] - Just under 5 hours sleep - No memory of dreaming (Bad REM timing for me to wake up?) Back to sleep: 3:40AM Second waking: 6:00AM [Go directly back to sleep] - Memory of dreaming, but nothing is clear Third waking: 8:50AM - Two short dreams [boardering on fragments] (Featured below) ---------- 2006.09.29</span> <span style="color:blue"> I&#39;m working in a department store. I&#39;m new, and I&#39;m working in the shoes section. There are two other staff with me: My boss and an experienced co-worker. My coworker is rather large, and looks of Hawiian descent, although I&#39;m not too sure. I can&#39;t remember any details of my boss. This shoe shop is strange in a number of fashions - the strangest probably being the way that the companies market their shoes. Behind the counter is a board filled with small squares, about half the size of CD covers. These squares have various images, mainly of people. Some are upper-half images of people wearing shirts and so on, and others are not-so-decent, with the heads and toes of a couple lying in bed in frame. Most of them are just head/body shots, and have nothing to do with shoes on them. It makes me wonder how people can select their shoes properly (Aargh, missed opportunity&#33. Somehow I get into an argument with my co-worker. My boss tells me to apologise. In a stereotypical Japanese fashion, I get down on my knees and start bowing and pleading to him (speaking in Japanese?). After that little show is over, he laughs and says he was just faking the whole argument, and that I was right all along. On this note he decides to bolt, and so I chase after him. We move from the warmly-lit brown-wood location to a concrete-blue hallway. He has the advantage of surprise over me and before I can catch up to him, he&#39;s already using an elevator. I stand and wait for it to come back down as I press the button impatiently. This is no ordinary elevator though. Somehow I can see the people on the other side that want to use it (Is it an up-down elevator? Hazy on this detail), and of course all of the people on my side that want to use it. I&#39;m rushing everyone to get on the elevator and use it, because I wanna catch my coworker and everyone&#39;s taking their damn time. The elevator was about 6 metres wide by 2 metres deep, because I can remember it being a very wide platform, with lots of people fitting on it. ----- I appear to be inhabiting the body of an ambulence driver. I recieve an emergency call over the unit, and proceed to make my way to the house. In retrospect it was obvious, but in my dream I had an overpowering feeling of familiarity. The house that I had pulled up at was the house next door to my old houe at Hodgson Street (It was on a corner so I only had one neighbour on the main road). I was driving, and although it&#39;s in Australia the driver&#39;s seat was on the left. I pulled up to see an old man dragging a woman out of their old run-down garage. I think I justified the run-down nature of the house to it belonging to the woman&#39;s father (go figure). I think at this stage there was somebody else in the ambulence with me, and somehow (ironically in this case, as you&#39;ll find out) I predicted to my co-worker exactly when her father would drag her out of the shed. I can&#39;t remember her actually being put into the ambulence, but I recall collecting a CD that she had produced from the older man. I think this was for me to take to the hospital, in the place of her body. (Should&#39;ve questioned that&#33 I threw the CD in it&#39;s case on the dash, wedged between the surface and the glass of the windscreen. I drove off down the familiar streets of my "old town," over the hill, around the bend, through a parade which was happening in the middle of the night (possibly a local event, the arts festival?), and over the next hill. At this stage, for some reason, I veered 45&#39; right into a small field of dried yellow grass (Which shouldn&#39;t be there? Can&#39;t recall the real location that well). It was now daytime. As I veered off the road, I had released electrical tape (with about the width of the ambulence&#33, which was creating a yellow trail flapping behind me. I stopped short of a small river (which is train-tracks in real life). On the other side of the river was a "mountain" with the top chopped off it. It was more the shape of a pen sticking out of the ground, with a platform for someone to stand on. On top of the "pen mountain" was the fiancae or husband of the woman who I had collected. He came down from his mountain (although I&#39;ve got no idea how - it was a good two stories off the ground), and we moved to the ambulence. The ambulence was now a cross between just that, and a motorbike. I jumped on and he got on the back part of the seat. I tried to start the motor-ambulence a number of times, without success. He told me that he&#39;d have a go. I agreed, we swapped positions and he tried. Additional Information: While talking to her fiancae/husband, somehow I knew this woman to be a famous TV personality: one of those "supernatural people," like John Edwards (That&#39;s his name, isn&#39;t it?). Hence the irony above. ---------- Comments always welcome&#33;

[Vector88]

Conditions Journal Sleep Time: 10:00PM - I-Tunes playing First Waking: 3:30AM [Alarm Clock] -One short, not particularly vivid dream Back To Bed: 4:05AM Got pissed off and turned off I-Tunes at about 5:30AM Back To Sleep: 6:30AM Second Waking: 8:20AM -No Recall ---------- 2006.09.30</span> This dream wasn&#39;t particularly clear, and it was fairly short. <span style="color:blue">There&#39;s a sleepover at my house. I&#39;ve invited a couple of friends over, although I only immediately recognise two of them - Chris and Luke. We&#39;ve done the whole mattresses on the floor sleeping bags routine. Tomorrow we&#39;re going to go rollerskating. I wake up in the early hours of the morning to find Luke wheezing oddly. He pulls out his inhaler and takes a few puffs. It doesn&#39;t sound like a normal asthma attack (I don&#39;t even know if he really suffers from it ) but once he&#39;s better I pay no attention. I think we wake up at about 5 AM because it&#39;s fairly dark outside - we&#39;re preparing to go to skating. I&#39;m talking to Chris and he&#39;s sick with a cold or something. He says he may or may not come, but he&#39;ll be at the sick bay at the skating center either way (Why am I dream-thinking at this stage that he lives there?&#33. I suddenly realise that I have to fix some software before we can go rollerskating. The most vivid part of this dream happens about now: Suddenly my view is consumed by an image of a desktop and a bunch of icons on it, although I can&#39;t recall what exactly they were pictures of (A yellow baboon?&#33. I open a program and start to fiddle with some settings, ticking and unticking some check-boxes and stuff. To fix the software I have to roll back a program from version 2 to 1.1, but I don&#39;t have any copies of 1.1. I try to pull off some random stunt and somehow in the process I break my Hard Disk Drive. ---------- Gotta say, that&#39;d have to be one of the more... er... abstract ones that I&#39;ve had so far. I&#39;m really not liking my current sleeping patterns though - when I wake up in the morning it&#39;s really really hard for me to get back to sleep now, like 3 hours later hard. I think I might start trying to go to sleep at 9:00 instead of 10:00 and see what difference that makes. I&#39;m just having lots of trouble getting back to sleep when I try WBTB (which I&#39;ve been doing since I started this DJ about 4 days ago). The very first night was awesome, as you can see by the length of my DJ for that day, but ever since that I&#39;ve been having sleeping problems, and getting nowhere near to SP, whereas on the first night I got quite close on both occasions that night. Comments always welcome&#33;

[Vector88]

Argh, I seem to be going downhill every subsequent night! I woke up a few times through the night, but I couldn't remember anything except for the fact that I had been having a small dream. I remember something about a computer virus in one of my dreams... Oh wait, a part of one of my dreams has just come back to me, like right this instant! Yesssss! ---------- My car has broken down or something on a highway which I recognise as that at Kangaroo Flat. I'm walking down the highway (not on the road, of course) towards my motorbike (Don't own one in RL, but my dad does) which is parked on the other side of the street about a kilometer away. As I'm walking up to it, my school headmaster drives past and offers me a lift (without pulling over?&#33 but I signal that I'm going to get my motorbike and he drives on. Now I'm back at my car, at a traffic lights intersection (Oak Street, before the train tracks?). I try to start it somehow (has my mum rocked up and given me a jumpstart? Details are getting fuzzy around here) and it starts. I drive off up the street, and suddenly it turns into the front of the Discovery Center. That is, I'm driving up stairs. As I go left around the discovery center it changes to a large field, and now I'm not entirely sure where I am. There's more, I'm sure, but it's fuzzy. ---------- Oh well, something's better than nothing! Hm. I think Vehicles are a dreamsign! *goes off and highlights all vehicle occurances* Comments always welcome!

[Vector88]

Had a short but not particularly strange dream, in respect to some of my previous ones, last night. Well, this morning really. ---------- 2006.10.02</span> <span style="color:blue">I was watching a movie upstairs in a closet-sized room with my family. When I say upstairs, I mean in my house. When I say in my house I mean my school&#39;s old boarding house. All of a sudden I notice a woman called Mary from university across the road. She stands there, doing nothing, for a few minutes, before she crosses the road and knocks on my door. I go downstairs through the (surprisingly large) boarding house, and talk to her. She says "I saw your application form&#33;" and I start a conversation over my university preferences. We walk and talk into the (massive, elaborately decorated) kitchen. It&#39;s like the royal bloddy palace or something... Too rich for me to be hanging out in&#33; I ask Mary a few questions about the application process. At this stage, I think I&#39;m very close to being lucid, and I am expressing real concerns that I have to Mary. She reassures me that my views on the questions are correct (for better or worse). It becomes a bit hazy now, but my mum&#39;s parents barge in and my mum&#39;s mother brings a bunch of "nattery old women" with her. They barge into the kitchen and start cooking something, while my mum&#39;s dad goes upstairs. I move to go upstairs, but just before I reach the top, my mum&#39;s dad is at the top of the stairs carrying the big old television we used to own. I hurry up so he can continue carrying it. [hazy bits] I drive to the supermarket with my brother in our newer car. We&#39;re very low on petrol. I take the long way despite this fact, in order to avoid traffic (ie, I couldn&#39;t be bothered waiting for a traffic light). I can remember at this stage worrying that I couldn&#39;t go and fill up the car because I had no money... In retrospect it makes me wonder what I was going to pay for the groceries with&#33; We only *just* make it to the supermarket, in my "old town." Now my mum is with me in the supermarket. We&#39;re in an "upstairs" bit that doesn&#39;t exist in RL, and that I&#39;ve never seen before/don&#39;t recognise. It&#39;s kind of like a Deli, but there are lots of crates and stuf around, and they have lots of... pancakes. They have pancakes covered in gravy, and pancakes covered in a combination of something [can&#39;t remember] with lemon, and probably others too. They&#39;re odd though... they&#39;re not thick like normal pancakes, they&#39;re more like flat bread. Didn&#39;t think about this while I was dreaming. My mum is stocking up on them for my brother, for while she "goes away." I don&#39;t want her to get anything for while she&#39;s gone, but she insists on getting me some kebana (the meat product). END&#33; That old TV seems to be popping up a bit... Comments always welcome&#33;

[Vector88]

Got to sleep at midnight, woke up with an impression: Something about PayPal? Meh. I'll try to go to bed at a better time tonight.

[Vector88]

NNNNnyargh!!! I had a dream, I remembered it, but when I woke up I fell straight back to sleep again! No recall. >=( I don't think going back to school will help my recall somehow, but I guess it's something I'll just have to deal with - I've only got a month left and then I can do whatever I want. Comments always welcome!

[Vector88]

2006.10.05</span> <span style="color:blue">I start off driving my brother out to his girlfriends&#39; dad&#39;s house. Although the setting is similar to RL, it&#39;s not like the house in RL. The surrounding environment consists of large gum-trees with a large orange-yellow soil and clay foundation. I enter the house and I see a clothes rack with wet shirts on it. I go to take the shirts outside and put them on the line. As I walk past my BR&#39;s GF&#39;s Dad, he says something like "impressive," and he&#39;s quite serious. I continue outside and hang the clothes. More people arrive, and it seems to have turned into a birthday party of sorts. [hazy] I think here I go off driving to get some petrol to fill up my car, down a road winding around the same trees on a hillside, then down a bumpy, previously boggy orange dirt road. [hazy] I&#39;m back at the party, but there&#39;s only about 2 other people around now. Somebody has fixed up an old motorbike. I think the owner/rider is female. They&#39;ve done something with the handles of the motorbike: they have bicycle-style brake handles on it. Someone about 200m away is moving a horse into a massive pit, of which I can only recognise is there because the front of the horse has disappeared into the ground. He gives it a push and it vanishes into the soil. I think he&#39;s done this to protect the horses while we race. I get in my little blue car. We&#39;re racing up to the end of the driveway and back (which is about half a kilometer for this house, it&#39;s way out in the bush in case you haven&#39;t realised by now ). I don&#39;t seem to do much racing. The motorbike has gone up and come back, and so I begin. The road is very bumpy, and I go quite slowly. I think I reverse back to the house once I reach the end; I have the door open while I&#39;m doing so. Even though I haven&#39;t really partaken in the race properly, I&#39;ve won it, and I get handed a bundle of papers. One sheet of paper has something that looks like an invoice, or a list of names and then a cash figure down the bottom, I can&#39;t remember exactly. Another sheet of paper is labelled "DirectX gift voucher." It&#39;s from one of my friends, Chris. The name signed on the voucher is a Medical practicioner I know. [wtf&#33;] ----- This one&#39;s very fuzzy. There&#39;s something reminiscent of a comedy show "Thank God You&#39;re Here," and it&#39;s about user permissions. There are two people passionate about arguing about user permissions walking towards each other (from distant locations, I think one was in/around a skyscraper, and the other was somewhere else) with the intention of heated debate. Before they reach each other... I wake up and go to school. *dies* Comments always welcome&#33;

[Vector88]

Woke up. Could remember 2 dreams. By the time I went to write them down I had forgotten them. -_- Comments always welcome!

[Vector88]

Guess what kiddies? It&#39;s time for a A day or two before that one</span> <span style="color:blue">All I can remember about this one is something about a "collapsable car". Imagine the car in the Jetsons, but cooler. Suitcase car all the way&#33;&#33;&#33; ---------- Then there&#39;s a few unintelligable scribbles that I thought were words at the time of writing them, but I guess we&#39;ll just have to let those go&#33; Comments always welcome&#33;

[Vector88]

2006.10.17</span> <span style="color:blue">The beginning of this dream is fairly vague, but I remember something about me driving around with my brother, and playing a computer game. (while driving)? The next part that comes to mind (and the most vivid) is a classroom. It&#39;s my homeroom group, but we&#39;re not in the room that we&#39;re always in... In fact the room seems to be identical to C9 except without windows. We&#39;re deciding what to do. I had one idea but we never followed that through; instead I start us off playing "Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar." (With a bunch of 12/13 year olds...&#33 I can&#39;t remember the wording exactly, but the first few words of the game were different to what it should be in RL. Something like "I didn&#39;t steal the cookie from the cookie jar&#33;" Which left no room to ask who actually stole it. That went on for a while, and then I think we were joined by some kind of royalty... The queen in our classroom? Meh, go figure. I think we took no notice of her anyway. The last thing I can remember is being in the streets around my current house. No idea what I was doing there... Everything had a reddish/orange lighting, like the strange sunlight that happens very very rarely. Looked like I was on mars. ---------- Note to self: Cal as a sparkie doing work under a house in vine street, and a big yellow block of foam. wtf. [edit] House # 70 I think it might&#39;ve been&#33; (had a look today) [/edit] ---------- &#39;Twas a short one, but at least I can remember some bits&#33; Comments always welcome&#33;

[Vector88]

2006.21.10</span> This dream began at a wallet factory. The wallets weren&#39;t very good, either. There were conveyer belts and stuff. I don&#39;t remember much else. Then it moved onto my school hall. There was like a sort of fair/market thing happening, where people were selling stuff. I was selling wallets and cups. One cup (which I ended up keeping for myself) was like a tall red wine glass, and I think it had a picture of either Bitey or the devil on it, because I can remember an old lady later commenting how she didn&#39;t like the picture as she walked past me. I walked outside uphill to the drink taps (Wait, this layout reminds me of my very first school ) where there were a number of kids. I had a drink, and then the glass that I was holding suddenly broke. The base of the "wine glass" remained in my hand, while I held the cup part of it in my other hand. I then walked to S-Block. Things got very very windy at this stage, but I took no notice of it. I walked up the (unusually wide) steps, walked along the (unusually wide) "catwalk", and turned the corner to find a car jackknifed in a corner, trying to drive up the steps. It was ex Physics Teacher, Mr L. The other physics teacher, Mr C. was there, along with the "principal" of the school, Mr. J. Cal was also there. Mr C. said something to Mr. L about finalizing a game of golf on the weekend, while Mr L. continued trying to drive the car up the stairs on the corner. A student walked up to me and started talking to me about his new wireless card, and I asked him a few questions about it myself. Then I woke up. ---------- I went back to sleep, <span style="color:blue">and found myself in a strange house. I was in the kitchen. I can remember opening the fridge to find lots and lots of meat. Bacon, ham, whatever. It was there. (Along with everything else that we normally had... how did it all fit&#33 My parents were deciding what to cook, and my brother went and called some takeaway joint. The takeaway joint rocked up to our house, and who walked in but a Japanese teacher from my school, Ms M. She walked up to our gas cooktop and started cooking something. When she finished she picked up a small bowl and threw it in the direction of my brother, but it landed upside-down on the ground. She laughed and said we should&#39;ve been recording that, and proceeded to make the same stuff again. When she finished she handed it over to my brother. It looked like the consistency of a yellow pumpkin soup, but it was kind of fizzing a bit like soft-drink or something. Another thing from a dream that I can&#39;t really explain. She had walked off to my parents, and me and my brother had gone up after her a few moments later. By the time we got to my parents, she had already left. My dad wasn&#39;t happy. My mum said she was about to put pasta on, and when asked how much it was, my dad said something along the lines of "enough to make me gag." Yay for rediculous price-tags&#33; I woke up again. While you&#39;re here, please check out this topic in regards to my waking up this morning. I&#39;m a little confuddled as to what happened and would appreciate any input. Comments always welcome&#33;

[Vector88]

2006.10.24 Two words in my DJ: "Lock Off," or "Cock Off," or something along those lines.My handwriting is excessively bad due to the fact that I'd just woken up, and I have no idea whatsoever that these words might mean. Oh well. I'm fairly sure I had a decent length dream anyway, but I've got no RC. Comments always welcome!

[Vector88]

We last left our hero a few weeks ago with an odd entry in his dream journal that he couldn't understand... And all that I have to add to that since then is: --- I had at least two particularly vivid dreams, whose details I could remember upon waking, however I didn't get a chance to journalize them. --- I had a lots-of-my-teeth-falling-out dream about 2 days prior to the commencement of my exams. Although I distinctly remember not feeling consciously anxious about the exams, I guess my sub-conscious thought otherwise. Comments always welcome!

[Vector88]

2006.11.09</span> I had an awesomely vivid dream last night, like, the quality of my first dreams that I posted here&#33; However I kinda fell back asleep and slept for another four hours so that uh didn&#39;t help in recalling it. I do remember that <span style="color:blue">I was part of a small community, and they were religion X [not to become flamebait]. I was sick of the way the leaders of religion X were abusing their power over the rest of the community, and, I didn&#39;t know, but most of the community were too. At a community meeting about all of the unrest (people showing signs of being pissed off) they said something and gave me the perfect queue to call out and interrupt them. When I did, almost everyone got up, followed me, and left. Over time we pretty much attacked the remainder of religion X until they gave up and tried to comprimise. ---------- There&#39;s also a short snippet from another dream I was having, which involved a floating wooden house type thing out in the ocean, me being chased by a madman with a shotgun, and me jumping overboard and hiding underneath the house underwater while the madman took potshots into the water. Comments always welcome&#33;

[Vector88]

2006.11.15 Yay! I had a flying dream! It was fairly vivid and long... It wasn't lucid, but I'm not complaining. My flying style is kinda strange but awesome at the same time... I'll try and describe it. First I bend my knees, then jump as high as I can. Once I reach the top of my jump, I kind of "shoot" forward, like an underwater creature such as a jellyfish might do. Once I've shot forward I just keep going and it's easy to keep up, but not so easy to slow down. I also remember something about eating coins (as in money) to transform into different creatures, but I don't think I ate any coins myself, just gave them to people. Oh yeah, and yesterday I woke up with SP in my left arm, but I was really tired and couldn't care less, went "meh" and fell back asleep. Comments always welcome!

[Vector88]

2006.11.24</span> I was reading through the "attaining lucidity" forum yesterday and I came across an interesting topic touching on positive reenforcement for the subconscious. (basically, instead of saying to yourself "I will become Lucid", say "I am Lucid. Every night.") Acting like you already are something reenforces the idea that you are that, and the theorey is that your subconscious will conform to it. Anyway, the reason I&#39;m mentioning this is because this is the first thing in months that has helped me progress (well.... actually regain) my dreams. The night before, and before that as well, I tried the Lucid Curse, but all that did for me was make me sleepy. Now, onto tonight&#39;s installment... I remember something about automatic cars. In RL my family has 3 cars, and one of them is mine. I was driving my car, and the other two family cars were following my car without a driver. It was cool. Anyway, I take the auto-cars with me to some back yard. My two dogs are in the back yard. The hairy one is under cover, and the not-so-hairy one is curled up wearing his dog-jacket, sleeping, getting rained on. Then there was something about playing bass guitar. The next thing I remember is a teacher from my school, Mrs Sz, asking me for her coffee. I don&#39;t know where her coffee is, so she goes away. Then comes something at my school. I&#39;m meeting up with a school group (future alumni group?) for some sort of official meeting. We take photos. Next thing I know I&#39;m upstairs doing tech for the ensuing assembly. Mrs K, an art teacher, comes upstairs and starts shouting and demanding stuff. I tell her to get out and I follow her out. We walk down the stairs, but suddenly they&#39;re outside of a building, a place I don&#39;t recognize. There&#39;s like a square platform and a square spiral of steps going down from it. On my way down, I see two kids from my tutor group, G and T. I get the impression that they have a crush on me ( O_o ?? ) but I continue on down the stairs. I&#39;m now sitting in my room, beneath a bunk (which I don&#39;t have), when suddenly Mrs. Sz scares the shit out of me: She turns up at my back door (which is part of my room... which I also don&#39;t have) and asks for her coffee. Her coffee and a few other things are in my room. Dunno how or why, but I had them over. This bit&#39;s a little odd. It&#39;s third person view. Think of the slow zoom on Morpheus in The Matrix: Reloaded, when he&#39;s sitting in his chair talking about the meeting of the three captains towards the end. It&#39;s just like a front-on view of Mrs Sz. Under one of her arms, there&#39;s like a bulb thing growing, and it explodes. :/ I don&#39;t know... The last part of this dream I find interesting. It&#39;s third-person now. There are two kids, and some sort of evil creatures. It starts off with some merchant telling the kids to kill 20 of the creatures by throwing rocks at them. The kids do, but these creatures "level up." As time goes by, they get faster and stronger. By the end, there are only two of them left but they&#39;re fairly powerful. Oh, and when I said fast, I meant really fuckin&#39; fast. Like, 100km/h fast. So now the creeps are a bit pissed off for getting attacked. One of them chases one of the kids and in my minds eye I know it kills him. The other one follows the other kid and seriously injures him. ---------- After writing that in my DJ, I doze off again for a few and come up with this... <span style="color:blue">I&#39;m trying to find a particular bus-stop for my brother. We&#39;re walking around, reading a map. We&#39;re looking for it for ages. We know we&#39;re at the spot where it&#39;s supposed to be, but the bus never comes. After a long time, the bus eventually does come. There are other people waiting at the stop with me and my brother now too. The driver imprisons us all. He puts us in cuffs, and makes us run from stop to stop, calling us foolish for expecting him to do the whole bus driver thing. Meh... Way too random, but it&#39;s good to remember a dream again&#33; Comments always welcome&#33;

[Jess]

I really like your pictures, do you do them by hand and scan them?