DJ ryan

**3FLryan** · 02-09-2009 09:12 PM

Originally Posted by Necco

You’re dreams are long. But interesting.
I’ll be tagging along.

Thanks...6 months later.

Going to start it back up again and hopefully keep at it...had too many good dreams lately that I am forgetting. It is soooooo hard to write things down when I wake up, all I want to do is rest!

2/7 Fragments...

Dream 1:

Was at a house back at school w/ RJ. He was mad at me because I came to visit but didn't call him or hand out with him. To be fair, I was only in town for the night, but I still felt bad.

We were at a dinner with a host of different people, some of which I knew and some that I didn't. We were sitting there watching TV, and I was talking with someone about my favorite TV shows, and "Scrubs" came up. I said I LOVED Scrubs, but my friend said she didn't. I replied, "How could you not? Scrubs is simply the greatest, most ironic...(stumbled over my words)...show ever. It's the best!" She said she didn't know, she just didn't like it." I said "What?! You even look like the blonde doctor on the show!" She was wearing green scrubs and a blue doctor outfit. She shrugged and walked away.

It was the character from the show.

How I did not become lucid, I will never know. I can't even count the layers of irony.

There was a big rush towards the door, and I sprang around the room looking for my shoes and socks. I was the last person to get ready, but to my surprise everyone was squeezed around a small dining room table for dinner. They were puzzled at why I got my shoes and socks, but I just said I thought we were leaving and squeezed myself onto the chair they left for me.

My friend JT brought out the main course, which appeared to be some sort of roasted potato/onion affair...imagine a sweaty, oily onion-potato hybrid. And there were only like 5, to feed 15. Ugh. Never got to taste them, though, I woke up.

Dream 2:

In this dream, I was the hub of drama-city. Two dream friends (not RL friends) were dating, and I was hanging out at their apartment (like 5-10 stories up a fire escape stairway type-thing). Boring story short, the boyfriend leaves and his best friend comes over and starts getting too touchy-feely with the girlfriend. I don't really know any of them that well so I dont know what to make of it, but as we are leaving the apartment they act very guilty as two neighborhood girls see them arm in arm.

The boyfriend comes back and asks me what's wrong, as I look troubled. Now, I don't want to go tattling on anyone here, but I certainly think that something should be said. So, I mention very carefully that maybe his friend has been getting a bit too close to his girlfriend, you know hugs, sitting next to her on the couch, etc. I don't remember what his reaction was.

I am now down the fire escape stairs and getting into the car to go home. This is where things turn extra weird.

The going is fine at first, we are on a country road with a few trees on each side but mostly just great plains scenery. A fence also lines each side.

The road starts to rise...slowly at first, but then it gets very steep, soon, the road is very nearly vertical.

Other cars are zooming up and down no-problem, but my car has come to a halt, and, fearing for my life, I open the window and grab ahold of the road, which has now become a gigantic ladder of sorts. A white fence might be more accurate. I am clawing at each plank in the white fence (think Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom and the bridge scene), desperately trying to reach the summit, which is in sight.

Then, the portion of the fence I am on begins to break and totter away from the sheer face, leaving me dangling in midair and flailing to grab the next plank that is quite out of reach.

Then I wake up!

**3FLryan** · 03-24-2009 08:06 PM

3/24:

Dream 1:

(Fragment, can't remember many details before the last scene)

I was in a big open area. There were several large, long (not tall) buildings that were at least partially made out of wood. There could have been snow all over, I can't recall. I do remember wooden railings surrounding the decks of each building.

There was an enemy. I think he might have been after someone else, but I managed to get his attention and he came after me. I was high-tailing it around the area, leaping here and there while sprinting as fast as I could. I think I was doing weird and unpredictable patterns to try and get away, but he (it? maybe it was a robot? a mr. t robot?).

I jumped down a wall to a lower level and rounded one of the big buildings; I could feel the enemy gaining fast. He was almost upon me as I took a sharp left and slid along a wooden railing to the corning of the building. In an abrupt and desperate move, I leaped/flew some 50-100 yards up and opposite the way I came, and was now perched on a ledge made out of either wood or a metal I-beam like thing.

No use, he was right behind me, about to get me. I was sprinting away to the left, along the ledge, faced with a wall that rose about 10 feet up to the ceiling. In a last ditch effort, I decided to run straight up the wall and continue running in the opposite direction upside down on the ceiling, hoping the would confusing him.

As I run up the wall and continue onto the ceiling, I am greeted with gruesome sight: The fiend has anticipated my action, and is already leaping through the air to smash into me head on.

The next part happens in slow motion and I witness it in 3rd person: I run upside down on the ceiling straight into the enemy leaping towards me, smash into each other and fall straight down, the robot incapacitated. I remember thinking, hey, that wasn't so bad, the enemy is the one who is down for the count. I woke up before we hit the ground.

Dream 2:

Trying to finish drafting a DERA for work. My cousin (!!) was telling me stuff about it on the phone. I went to my brother who was sitting in a chair to help complete it.

**3FLryan** · 03-25-2009 07:12 PM

3/25

(terrible recall...maybe I write these down in the morning

)

Dream 1:

I was back in high school. Except I was still the me of today with all my knowledge and abilities. It was like a video game where you think one area is really hard, then you come back after you level up a bunch and wonder how you ever struggled here.

I had some sort of test to take, Spanish, I think. I remember thinking it should be easier than this, but I didn't care and didn't really try because I felt it was all below me.

That's all I remember!

**3FLryan** · 03-26-2009 05:37 PM

3/26

Dream 1:

Man I wish I would have written this one down when I woke up. It was sooo vivid and eerie and I've lost most of the details now!

I really forget the setting of this one at the beginning. I'm certain there were trees around, I think big ones, but there was also a paved area like a road. I was in a group of people and we were all on a mission together.

There was a wizard (I think) leading our group. We were sitting around planning our next move, when someone raised the alarm. An enemy was inbound, headed straight for the wizard. If the enemy reached him, the wizard would be disabled, or turned into something else, and we wouldn't be able to complete our mission.

The enemy was an orc riding a wolf, complete with a nasty looking cutlass. Not sure of the next details, but I remember we were speeding away on our own creatures with the orc rider in hot pursuit.

Now, the rider was after me. It was clear the rider was going to overtake us, but we had one last trick up our sleeves. A magical eagle "service" could be used to pick me up and whisk me away from danger. There were two parts to this service: an eagle (think a hero eagle, complete with personality, stats, designated color, etc.) and a scroll or message that must be used in conjunction with the correct eagle.

Kinda hazy on how the summoning worked, but it did, and I was flown away by hanging onto a sharp pointed talon shaped like an elongated guitar pick. In fact, I think there was no actual eagle, just this guitar pick thing. It was held straight out in front of me by some power, and I was pulled along, into a building and up a stairwell at frightening speed.

At the top of the stairwell, we reached an apartment with a couple dudes, one of whom was talking in an accent (English?) and trying to usher me towards the back door. He was in a hurry to get me out of there and signaled I was not out of danger yet; something was still coming for me and I must leave quickly.

For all his hurry, he was impeding me from opening the door! I was trying very hard to open the door and leave (which I felt for some reason led directly to a huge cliff from which I would fall/fly down into a canyon). I remember legs sticking sideways, blocking the door, while the enemy neared, and eventually came into the apartment as I finally opened the door and was heading out.

It an X! (g-friend)

Outside the door turned out not to be a cliff, it was a courtyard stairway down leading to a wooden building that inside felt like a library. My X and I walked around the building, heading towards the back, chatting. The wind was picking up, which was strange because I thought we were inside, and soon books and papers were blowing everywhere. Everyone was walking around thinking nothing of this, covering up their papers, buttoning jackets, etc.

Here, I started feeling apprehensive, like something wasn't quite right. I surely wasn't lucid, but I had a feeling like I just didn't belong. I started almost screaming at the top of my lungs, but with a smile on my face, about the wind and how much I loved it (reverse psychology I guess) and other stuff. My X was like why the hell are you yelling so loud.

We reached the back of the library and some really strange stuff started happening. The person I was with was not my X, but kinda resembled Sawyer from Lost. I wish I could remember what happened, but he was telling me to open my mind and concentrate or something, and this weird dog-like animal came out of the shadows.

This dog was freaky.

It had this aura about it - a foreboding shadow that whispered of hidden power. The dog's tongue was disgusting - huge, lolling about, lime green-yellow-red-purple rainbow in color and spiked with ugly, wet hairs. The Sawyer-character told me to touch the tongue, and it would bring realization or something. I forget the exact wording, which sucks, because it was important.

I felt like I had no choice. I touched the tongue, immediately becoming immersed in a strange and powerful electric current. My vision was dimming but I had a sense of occult knowledge breaching my mind. The feeling was too powerful; I could barely handle it. A strange double row of symbols shone in my vision below a darker block of text - reading these symbols, I could feel, was the key to taking the next step.

But it was all so sudden and powerful, I was too scared to take the next step, and wasn't sure if this feeling enveloping me was good or evil, yet it was no doubt immensely powerful. I woke up.

Dream 2:

Walking along the front of my high school I saw my favorite college professor sitting in the courtyard and talking to a friend. I walked up and enthusiastically struck up conversation.

**3FLryan** · 03-27-2009 05:49 PM

3/27:

Dream 1:

The boss was showing me some pictures on the computer. He was using a cool interface from Apple that sorta resembled a Wii remote - he would flick the controller right or left and the pictures would change.

There was one album with a pretty lady I was interested in but he flicked away from it.

Then I was "in" WOW. At least, I was kind of in it. I felt like I was there in the world, but I also was looking at a "screen" with a dialogue box and action bars a stuff. I was near a spot, a meeting stone, that for some reason I thought should be very populated. I was disconcerted by the lack of people around and started "yelling" in the dialogue box.

Everyone was getting annoyed with me yelling, especially because I couldn't say exactly where I was. I was trying to remember the name of the instance I was near. Shadowfang Keep was the only thing that came to mind, but I decided that couldn't be it because there wouldn't always be people hanging around there. I also felt like I was right near a city.

Looking back on it, the scenery was pretty similar to SFK: Green grass, trees, a hill, a cliff down to greenery, no caves or desert or water. But it wasn't SFK and I knew this, so I was getting frustrated. (Looking back, this is obviously a clear-cut sign I was dreaming - something familiar being in the dream, but being different than it is in real life). I think I got fed up with people reasurring me that everything was fine with the game and yelling at me for yelling, and I woke up.

**3FLryan** · 03-30-2009 07:34 PM

3/30:

Dream 1:

(Fragment)

On a battlefield making our way towards the enemy lines. Was gathering something for the battle.

We lineup up to face off against the other side, 1v1 in a long row. Everyone was dressed in spectacular colored plate armor. There was one guy with long hair and two long swords, he had them crossed and was holding them in a backhand position. The hilts were green and jeweled (or am I thinking of the hilts on my swords?)

I had to swords and crossed them like my enemy, but without the backhand grip on one. I noticed one of them was bent, then, it was broken and dangling. Then I realized my swords were plastic. There was no way I could fight in this battle with plastic swords, so I yelled to everyone to hold off for a sec.

I ran back a few feet and saw Locke (from Lost) and maybe Jack or Sayid. I asked if I could stay near them since my swords weren't any good, and Locke agreed, but I can tell he didn't 100% approve of this.

**3FLryan** · 03-31-2009 09:37 PM

3/31

Dream 1:

In a house sitting on at the counter or couch and maybe eating cereal. I was sitting so that I had to turn my head to the right to see the television. The room I was in was very small and the table meant only for small meals or a game of cards.

In walks the QB that was my roommate in college. I hadn't seen him for so long (dream sign!), so we started talking. Don't remember what about or for how long, though. I think he had on a jacket with our college's colors and logo.

Dream 2:

I was in a courtyard that resembled my backyard back home. Bushes, ivy, and raised brick terraces surrounded an rectangle of grass. There were enemies about, but they hadn't spotted me yet.

I tiptoed around looking for something but wasn't finding anything interesting. I must have been with someone, or been on some kind of mission with another person who wasn't too far away, because I realized the other person was in danger and I needed to help.

At this point, I gained some measure of lucidity (not sure how or why). As usual, I wasn't absolutely in control, but aware enough to know I could fly or run fast or jump high or perform various other physical feats over and above reality.

I jumped up to one of the walls at the back of the yard and started running along it. This attracted the attention of some of the bad guys, and one started running after me. He was Asian and had the look of a Samurai, but with armor that was not quite up to par. He tried to cut me off but I jumped over him and sped across the driveway, heading for a series of fences.

The fences rose in height as I neared them, but I wasn't worried. I "remembered" laboriously climbing over them earlier in the dream, but now that I was lucid I knew I could jump them in a single bound. I could feel the enemy at my heels, and my companion was now just behind me, trying to keep up, so I sped on, jumping and willing my partner to keep up.

The fences kept growing higher and higher. Soon, I was done jumping and was now plowing through the air, flying by propelling myself with my arms in a fierce downward motion, almost like the air was noticeably thick. Faster and faster I went, gaining height and speed.

There was no way anyone would catch me now! The wind whipping through my hair, I was up in the clouds, the pure joy of height and speed swirling around me. I could go forever!

Out of nowhere, a large number of white things that looked like lamp posts descended upon me, and one smacked straight into my open mouth. OUCH

The stunning blow woke me up.

In retrospect, I'm not sure I actually woke up. I was in the weird transition phase between morning awake and night asleep, so it could have been a false awakening. I remember it still stinging when I woke up, so either it was a very vivid feeling or a false awakening.

Dream 3:

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<o:p> </o:p>
The rest of my team was already making their way through the crowd to the bottom floor, where they would be lining up to take the floor.
<o:p> </o:p>
The stadium was very vertical – much like many basketball stadiums – the seats were basically stacked on top of each other and it was definitely not a place for those with a fear of heights. The crowd was colorful and diverse – men, women, and children of all shapes and sizes filled the seats, waving banners and eating popcorn and other tasty junk food. Everyone was having a good time.
<o:p> </o:p>
Everyone except me. Where are my socks? Where is the right shirt!? Damn it my team is going on in a few minutes, I need to get down there with the correct uniform on. We are going out at half time of the big game, and this is a great honor and I need to be there! I throw on my vertically striped shirt and run through the crowd. I make it to the stairway leading down to the basement and locker rooms, which also provides access to the floor (which I now realize is a basketball court).
<o:p> </o:p>
Funny, I think, I thought I was already at floor level. Why do I have to go down a flight of stairs?
<o:p> </o:p>
I was running out of time, so I sprint down the stairs and catch up with my team. To my horror, I see I have chosen the wrong outfit – everyone is dressed in blue shirts with white numbers, and maybe they have green ties on. I don’t even have shoes on! I can’t go out without shoes!
<o:p> </o:p>
There I see Nigel, who is also not dressed properly. He seems dismayed and is not mingling with the other players. I ask him how much time I have, and he says about a minute.
<o:p> </o:p>
I can make it, I say. I can make it! I will sprint back, get my shoes and change my shirt, and I will be back in time to make it out there with the team! I charge back up the stairs.
<o:p> </o:p>
Only the scene has changed. I am now outside my house (not really my house at all), with the stuff I need on the inside. But there are two stragglers, homeless people from the looks of it, poking around my mailbox. I remember I have a certain amount of money in the keyhole (not really) and get worried they might steal it.
<o:p> </o:p>
I walk over, making sure they think I’m homeless, too, so I don’t startle them or make them want to jump me. I start poking around and am relieved to announce there is nothing here, hoping they will go away. But I remember the other keyhole, and I need to check that one too, before they do.
<o:p> </o:p>
But what if my money is there? Do I say I’ve found nothing and risk them calling me out? Or do I pull out the money and keep it for myself (after all, it is mine)? Or do I share it with them once I pull it out so they don’t rob me? I feel convinced I might have to do the third option because of “honor amongst thieves” or that maybe homeless people share amongst themselves in this situation, and not doing so will reveal me for what I am, which will get me in worse trouble.
<o:p> </o:p>
I don’t have to worry about that, though, because I wake up.

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