Thread: Redhead's DJ

This was an entertaining read! Nice dream.

Not nice. Very not nice.

Hardly slept ;ast night so nothing more to add. This will be very sparse as I rarely recall anything more than maybe one event.

Oh sorry, I meant more in terms of detail and enjoying reading it.

This will be all over the place as done long after, including a few nights ago.

6/10

06.02.2010

bitch session (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

All I remember is, just before I woke up, dream was a group of us bitching. No location or fine details, simply dialogue. A lot of frustrations.
Wake up really disorientated, roll over, nearly scream when I see someone leaning over me. Probably why I remember so little.

9/10

09.02.2010

Blacks taking over (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Wow I have a racist subconscious.

Only vaguely remember the start, resisting something political, a lot like the start of Daybreakers. Middle of nowhere, gorrila style resistance. No details as to why or anything.

Gap here that I don't remember

Somehow I'm at the top of a big tower, all glass. Up here, I somehow learn that a group of black people have kid napped the last three PMs, notable that the current one is also black.

Turns out I am in here spying so I try to sneak out. As I'm leaving the building, I am found so start running down a glass spiral stair case. It reminds me of running round a giant test tube. This stair case isn't attatched to the building and I'm just suddenly in it. It goes on and on and on.

When I come to the bottom, I am in a park way/shed sort of thing with someone, no idea who, spying on some other (black) guy loading explosives in to a small plane. I notice one seperate and it looks like a book of raffle tickets.

The other person I'm with picks this up, goes over to the guy and tells him he needs his credit card details to sign for it (WTF). He does so, but also asks for the other person to write down their details, which they do. They then come back over to where I'm hiding and bitch about how cautious he's being.

Somehow, to us, it seems like this has foiled his plan, so we sneak off back home. Turns out we were at the park just down the hill from my house, as when walking home we pass the retirement home on the way. Walking up the hill, start talking to an old guy who is mowing the grass on the footpath (it's still middle of the night). He starts going on about how hard it is in this economy, needing to work these hours. I agree and keep walking up.

Hear a plane taking off nearby and wait for the explosions when...
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Flake pulls the pillow out from under me and wakes me up. >

All the other nights I haven't filled in were basically abstract dreams. Just see a huge blur of colour, a lot like action painting, hear screaming that gets louder the more I try to shut it out and feel every nerve in my body on fire. Usually only happens when I'm basically crying myself to sleep.

15.03.2010

Ashlea's Dream... (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This probably isn't where stiuff startsm but at least where it got interesting.

In bed at my house with flake, sans clothing. I'm going at it on top, under the blanket. For some reason the door was wide open and it turns out I'm in my old bedroom, because my mother comes in from her old room (2 people moved out so we rearranged a few years ago) just as things get really good.

Thankfully we are under the blanket, so I sorta slide to the side, though still leaving him in me .

She remains oblivious while telling me someone is at the door for me. I get dressed and go out the back (it's night) to find some girl with a string of sausages and my cat covered in a sauce like thing from them.

I don't remember the details here (far less interesting) but it had something to do with the disgusting sausages.

recalled a fair bit last night. Don't want to remember detail so not logging.

I had my first proper lucid last night, actually took control and all. Woke up in the middle of the night remembering everything, went back to sleep and lost it all. Other dreams in the morning took over everything, not recording them.