Thread: DJ ryan

5/10/09 I'll give some of my dreams titles now. It's just cooler that way.

Dream 1: Dinner Party

I was driving in a car with my boss. I think is was my boss's car, because it was super nice. I forget what we were talking about, but I remember having a great, candid conversation.

The weirdest part was the seat I was sitting on was a toilet seat. I just figured it was normal because he had such a nice car. Geez, what an opportunity for lucidity wasted.

We got to the dinner party and I had to sign in at the guest book station. The guest book was pretty cool - it was several sheets of clear glass, with a guest's name on each sheet, and you signed your name with a black dry-erase marker. I couldn't figure it out at first because there was also a line for "dinner", but then I saw a menu on the right listing out choices for appetizer, main course, dessert, etc. I forget what any of the choices were.

The whole area for the dinner was rather striking - it was an open air courtyard where greenery intertwined with the furniture and the canopy overhead was of a see-through material that let it just the right amount of light to bathe everything in a golden glow. Everything was white, gold, and green.

I don't remember anything else.

Dream 2:

I looked at my watch a it was an hour later than I expected. I figured it must be the day to "spring forward" and felt sad my Sunday was cut short.

Dream 3: Lucid Gangster, Part One: The Call

One of the more interesting of my recent dreams.

My memory of this dream picks up partway through and is pretty fragmented: I was sitting outside on the street with my friends in front of some random house. We were just chilling, drinking, and having a good time. But there was a commotion coming from the house, and everyone felt trouble was brewing.

Two huge dudes barge out the house, completely wasted and slurring their words over everyone's ears. They were looking for a fight. I forget what exactly for, but I stood up to them for something and therefore drew their ire. Realizing that if I pushed then any harder, I would have a brawl on my hands, and I didn't want to get pulverized by these dudes or end up in jail, I just sat there and quietly took it while they poured beer on my head.

They went back inside and I thought it was all done, but the main baddie came back with a glass of I-don't-want-to-know-what, and chased me around the street, pouring it over me. This is when I was afraid things would continue to escalate, and I told my friend PJ to never leave my side.

Nothing ended up happening, and we left, walking down a huge white staircase. My mom showed up but I forget what she said. Maybe it was that I left something back at the house.

In any case, the next thing I clearly remember was being asked to "Come with me..." by someone/something. Just then, I get a call from Frank Lucas (the main character in American Gangster, played by Denzel Washington). He said I needed to head right away to his place in south china town. I thought, "Why would a gangster want anything from me?" and left it at that. Big mistake!

I thought sure, why not go with this dude in front of me, so I followed the person through a series of doors and passage ways, growing increasingly concerned about where I was headed as the surroundings turned from nice and bright to foreboding and gloomy. Mold covered the walls of some passageways.

They let me to a chamber with the "boss". I forget what the boss was. Nothing good. The chamber was littered with scientific equipment; this was a place for heavy-duty experimentation. At this point, I realized where this was headed, so I ran away down a few passageways, but they were all dead ends. My enemies must have known this, because they just laughed and didn't try to catch me.

I heard them turning on some piece of equipment. All of a sudden, everything made of metal in area jerked. A very profound wave of energy emanated from the corner of the chamber, and nuts, bolts, and metal objects started skittering toward it. Oh-no, I thought, they turned on some sort of electromagnetic device. Waves were forming in my vision and I struggled under the pressure. I could feel my filings being pulled out and put my hands in my mouth to stop them and was drawn toward the device.

They were just laughing at me. When I got to the device, I realized this must be a dream, because this doesn't happen in real life. I launched straight up into the air, flying though the ceiling and flying as high as a could to get away from them. Everything turned black and I though I was waking up, but...

Dream 3: Interlude

After the blackness enveloped me, I "woke up" in my old bed and knew I was still dreaming. And look, there's a pretty female with me.

Dream 4: Lucid Gangster, Part Two: The Getaway

I was back in a dream, non-lucid, transitioned from my bed scene earlier. I don't remember the beginning of this dream at all. We pick up the action in the supermarket.

I was walking the aisles with a friend, commenting on how strange this all seemed. For example, why did I have the feeling that everyone here knew me, but was going to lie about it if I asked them? I explained to my friend that it was like in a lucid dream where you tell people you are dreaming, and they just look at you like you are crazy. I walked by two ladies that gave me odd looks, and said to my friend, "See?" The whole situation just felt odd, but I couldn't place why.

I turned around and there was a black dude with a sideways cap pushing a cart and starting intently at me. I exclaimed, "What, are you going to lie and say you don't know me, too?" He pushed the car hurriedly toward me, grabbed my arm, and spoke sharply to me in a sharp tone as he rushed me towards the registers.

"What are you doing? That offer to go to china town was REAL. You need to get out of here," he said.

I was stubborn. "What? What are you talking about. What do you mean it was real? Who are you?"

"Come with me now. They are COMING."

I didn't believe him. Everything felt so weird and I didn't know what to do...but I seemed to remember something bad happening the last time I "went with" someone.

I tore away from him and headed for the exit. However, my way was blocked. A long line of policemen were marching in the doorway, headed by the police chief. They were coming directly for me.

A lightbulb went off in my head. Was this a dream? Was this real? (this was a very vivid dream, so it was hard to tell). I yelled out to the man who tried to help me, "Is this a dream?"

"Those are not police officers," was the answer. Whether from him or from my mind, I'm not so sure.

I sprang into action. Punching the first baddie in the face to buy me some time, I sprang to the side and tried a charge-up attack. It barely worked...I could feel an energy within me, but I couldn't properly harness it and the punch fizzled. I ran towards a solid black glass window. There was a commotion now as they organized themselves, and I tried to break the glass with a punch. Nothing. I tried sliding through the solid glass. Nothing. Desperate, I floated up to the top, finally slipped through the glass, and was on my way.

Shit. I need to get to south china town, I thought! Frank Lucas was trying to help me!

I remember now, earlier in the dream, before the supermarket, I saw Frank moving into a new home with his wife.

I flew high and far, concentrating on finding south china town and Frank's house. I landed in front of what I thought was his house, always looking around me to see if anyone was coming. I floated up the stairs, trying to test my new controlled flying method, but it wasn't working too well.

The door was locked. There was a for sale sign on the lawn.

Crap, what do I do now? And there was another problem: There were a few guys walking up the stairs towards me. I felt sure they were here to get me, but I tried to act nonchalant.

I remembered Frank had called me earlier. I whipped out my cell phone and searched for his number...there it was: Frank Lucas. As four or five guys came up to the concrete landing where I was, I hit "call". Ring. Ring. It picked up!...But it was his voicemail. The recording was for me. He told me once I found the house, to find the dresser in the upstairs bedroom. Open the top drawer and click the board out of place. The he was tell me what to do next."

I had no idea if I was at the right house. I asked one of the guys if there knew where Frank Lucas lived. I could tell this was the wrong question to ask.

"Why do you want to know where Frank Lucas is?" he asked menacingly.

I could feel things deteriorating quickly. I had to do something. I looked at the guy on the left and felt weakness in him. "Hey! Aren't you the guy everyone's after?" I exclaimed. The guy looked confused. "Yeah, it's all over the news. There's this dangerous guy looking for Frank Lucas, and look, YOU show up at his old house."

The men looked at each other and paused, but it was all I needed. I took off and was flying away.

Too late, though, there was an entire battalion of officers after me. They lined the street in what looked like a parade. Some had blue uniforms on, some had red. The red were bigger and had some measure of floating/flying ability, and they scrapped at my ankles as I floated by. My precision flying wasn't working too well, but I didn't want to go into super-uncontrolled mode...I needed to learn this flying technique.

Too close! One grabbed my ankle. I twisted in the air and sliced with my arm, trying to get away. They were closing in.

Then I woke up.

I need to listen to my friends in dreams! I have learned they put me at ease and give me confidence, which translates into power and control. Too bad it often feels like I am surrounded by enemies.

5/25

Dream 1: Progression

There was a first, non-lucid part to this dream I should have written down, but now I forget it.

I was in a bedroom standing on a bed with someone else. The bed was pretty high off the ground, maybe five feet, and it had softly glowing white/blue sheets. It was one of those beds with the posts on each corner that rose up to form a canopy, with wispy white cloth blowing around the upper portions. The rest of the room was pretty black, except for maybe an opening or door off to the side.

Some scary stuff started happening. The wind was picking up even though we were inside and a green smoke trail flew in the room and starting flying around the bed, patrolling the perimeter. Stuff was shaking, or maybe it was my imagination, and the feeling of dread was intensifying, especially in the person I was with, who started freaking out.

The scariness of the situation brought me to lucidity. Nothing this scary usually happens in real life, so this must be a dream, I thought. My first instinct, surprisingly, was to confront what was causing the fear. Even though my companion was protesting, I reached out to the green smoke thing flying around the bed. I made grabs of it and tried to hug it into slowing down and showing itself.

I knew what I was doing wasn't normal, possibly even "against the rules". For some reason, I knew this was a very taboo thing to do - I "should" have left the thing alone and let it terrorize us. But I had a mission!

As the smoke thing slowed down, it materialized into a figure remarkably similar to Jada Pinkett-Smith, with shoulder length curly black hair. I was firm in my words: "I know this is not normal, not expected," I told her. She came closer...we were close enough to whisper. I felt a power emanating from her and my resolve hardened as I realized this thing was not evil, just very powerful.

I told her I wanted to progress. Or something. I don't remember exactly what I told her, but it was something to the effect of I wanted to get better, know more, improve, etc. I felt like I was speaking to someone who could see my potential and was very excited that I had the courage to face her while she was "terrorizing" me and my friend. But I sensed I still had much to do or learn.

She agreed and disappeared. The room turned white and normal looking, and I opened the door and stepped out onto a beautiful, yellow beach. The sun was pounding down and the weather was stunning. I recognized a bunch of friends lounging around, playing various sports, and playing in the water.

Still extremely lucid, I was eager to try out things and interact with everyone there. Imagine if in real life you were at the beach with all your friends...and all of you could break the "laws" of reality! Endless fun.

I lifted into the air, dodging a large and colorful umbrella, and floated over towards the water. I spied a couple of ladies sitting in some beach chairs, and made my way over to them, speeding up a bit. I was having a little trouble controlling my movements in the air exactly (that's one of the things I am working on - precision air control). I touched down and one of them looked at me, but I forget if I said anything or is she said anything.

Flying was just too fun, and I wanted to try some different air techniques. I might have said, "Watch this," to one of them but I can't remember.

I took to the air, spinning in a 360 motion, slowly and gracefully upwards about ten feet, and then came down in the same fashion. I drifted slightly to the right, which was disappointing, because I had tried to go just straight up and back down. While spinning twice in mid-air, I went into a sort of kneeling position where my behind was resting on my heels, and I turned my hands upward and outward, holding my middle finger to my thumb, in almost a meditative pose. (I was basically trying to show off for the girls!) I landed softly on the sand just and the next wave was coming in; it splashed all over my face.

I pulled my way out of the water, which was harder than it should have been, and coughed a little water out of my mouth. I went up the beach towards the grass a little way because I saw a couple friends, and noticed everyone was gathering at the water. (note to self: next time, run across the water).

Everyone was going skinny dipping; the awkwardness and embarrassment of seeing all these naked people, some of them my friends, and the prospect of having to be naked myself made me lose lucidity. I turned around and headed to a beach house with one of my friends.

We went up a very wide spiral staircase. The stairs went around the inside of a dome with a diameter of about 15 or 20 feet. As we neared the top, we heard hammering and sounds of construction and noticed the stairway was not quite finished. At the very top of the stair, where a door led to the outside, was my friend Nigel's dad. He was working on the stairway. We had a short conversation about something, I can't remember what.

(I'm tired of writing so I'm gonna skip details and description)

I went back down the stair, which was open air now and not walled off and very high up. The circular platform was very treacherous. A person I work with and my mom were with me. I spotted several places that were rickety and told them to stay there while I found the way. The person I went with was very grateful I pointed out a bad footing she would have stepped on and fallen off. I made my way around to the green grass next to the cliff and turned around to tell my mom to wait for me to get back so I could show her the way.

My mom went over a middle platform that wasn't there before and that I hadn't checked out to make sure it was safe. I started yelling at her to wait, that it was dangerous. She was walking very fast. She crossed the center platform and the bottom fell out behind her and she stumbled a little bit. My heart skipped but she was okay. But then a split second later the panel she was standing on buckled. She fell on her back as the panel gave way and fell into oblivion. I ran towards the cliff screaming at the top of my lungs.

I continued to scream at the top of my lungs, feeling unparalleled pain and anguish. I considered jumping off the cliff after her, ending the pain. I continued to run around screaming, and noticed a bunch of people gathering around, pulling out cellphones, pointing. Were they pointing at me? (Had I failed a test? I made a step towards lucidity with the woman in the bedroom, and took one back by losing it then not realizing I was dreaming now). I ran towards the cliff, fell on my stomach, and felt a very strange sensation: I was on my bed. It was just a dream.

5/27

Fragment:

Lucid where I fought a guy, I might have had teammates. I was using a sword like thing I conjured. I was gaining the upper hand with physical attacks, but the enemy used a freezing attack: my leg started to turn blue and felt ice cold. I tried to counter with warmth but it wasn't working.

5/28:

Fragment:

I was searching for some syrup for my friend, but all I had in my refrigerator was syrup sweetened using aspartame, which he didn't want.

Notes

1:

in a big truck (semi length)
going down mountain
i look back and say yep that's going to tip over
we tip over, im not scared
pile out, go back to my house to warn family
family already left to virginia to find me
try to call them
phone breaking up
getting extremely frustrated, start yelling and screaming and pacing around the house
i am going upstairs and see kate in hallway
see tells me i dont have to worry (or something)
family, friends crowd around me
things go black/grey/yellow?, fades away and i feel like i am in my brain
most intense, best feeling ever for like 10 seconds
wake up feeling amazing

2:

very lucid for a long time
extra curricular activities with pretty girls
flying here and there through windows outside/inside my old house
i fly out a window but it breaks instead of me just passing through
i sit down and look at all the glass
reconstruct the window with my mind
watch all the little tiny pieces levitate back into place
lift off very high and shoot energy blasts at an opponent below me

1

soccer game
half time
didnt have my shoes on
had to sort through my bag and run on the field late
trouble getting my shoes on
said fuck it lets go
won a sweet header
said hey jer overlap
sweet pass to jer for a shot off the post

2

in a house
or a castle
broke down the draw bridge to get out - became lucid
there was a girl trying to find me, she was in a tower
hid behind the broken draw bridge - she was a lesser and couldnt find me
made a break for it - but there were two dudes who knew i was lucid and could track me
took to the air, they followed
tried to put on super speed in the air but they kept up
one rocketed toward me and i swung for him, caught him on the jaw
woke up

1

was examining an ice-maker from the freezer, it was on two long hinges that rolled about and could be moved to different freezers, was contemplating taking it to work and being a hero (we don't have an ice machine at work).

2

inside an arena, kind of like Foundry in Halo 3. i became lucid a busted out of the arena - there was crazy action going on inside and I think it was televised or something, like a gladiator fight but Halo style.

i found myself in a military-industrial complex, very high-tech. i saw several armed guards scrambling towards me and heard a woman's voice sounding an alert, something to the effect that "one of them has woken up" or "escaped" or something. i started to flee.

i was flying around, trying to distance myself from my pursuers. i think something was shot at me and i started feeling a bit drowsy. I smashed onto the ground from pretty high in the air and there were police vehicles surrounding me. one of the cars was filled with 4 very attractive women - this distracted me and I started talking to them, telling them how pretty they were. I was struggling to get to my feet, but one of the women stabbed me in the cheek with a cigarette, it was a disguised needed that injected me with some sedative. i spiraled down and woke up.

3

this one was really fun.

I forget what was going on before I became lucid, but I was in a big group of friends in a outdoor area near a road. I don't remember how, but I realized I was dreaming and thought, sweet, this a dream with a bunch of my friends!

We all wandered on to the road and someone brought out this ball that was going all crazy. Think the golden snitch in Harry Potter, but baseball size and grey. It was flipping out, and the person who was holding on to it let it go. It turned into a game where everyone in our group was trying to catch it.

I was eager to fly after it, but I saw this cool pipe running about 20 feet up in the air parallel to the road. I jumped up and grabbed the pipe, which was easy, but then pulling myself up on top was a bit of a struggle. I had the idea to run at top speed across the pipe after the crazy ball, I thought it would be awesome to run on the very thin (about 6 inches to a foot wide) pipe. There were also obstacles on top of the pipe I would have to jump over, so I thought the speed and difficulty would make for a really fun lucid scenario.

I jumped up and started speeding down the white pipe towards the ball; I could see it in the distance. I started running really fast; it was so exhilarating to be so high up and going so fast after this ball with no fear of falling or getting hurt. I jumped up to avoid an obstacle, and was closing in on the ball so I decided to just fly through the air towards it.

I grabbed the ball and everyone was cheering. It was really hard to handle - I had it trapped in my armpit area but was about to lose it. Everyone lost interest though, and all the people on the ground started looking another direction. (I think there was someone up on the pipe with me as well). A frisbee thing shot out of nowhere across the road and was going far into the field beyond. Someone shouted, hey, Ryan can get that!

Of course I can, I thought, I'm dreaming and can do anything! I leapt from my perch high above the road and flew superman style as fast as I could towards the frisbee. I lunged for it just as it was about to hit the ground and missed it by a little bit. I was rolling on the ground and finally got it under control, only to look up and see another one be fired across the field in the opposite direction.

I took off after this second one as well. I was twisting through the air, trying to get a handle on it, it was slipping through my fingers as I smashed into the ground and rolled and rolled, kicking up dirt and grass everywhere. I ended in a heap, with the frisbee next to me (I didn't catch it in time), but was having so much fun I didn't care.