Thread: Pascal's Dream Journal

Minor Dream Recall (Have to restart somewhere)

Here is my color key
Dream, Non-Dream, Lucid Dream,

Dream 6.0

This dream takes place entirely in my Real Analysis course that I had last semester - wonderful I'm now dreaming about math, which like normal makes no sense in my dreams. The entire dream is a weird mix between baseball and mathematics and given that the math made little sense to me in the dream and I'm not the best at baseball, it wasn't my favorite scene at the moment.

The entire thing had to do with proving something about second derivatives and sine and cosine in a manner that didn't make sense in reality (as though we could change some tiny seemingly inconsequential thing in math and the second derivative of sine would no longer be minus sine but something else). And somehow we were going to demonstrate this by playing baseball with the desks in the room - and I was up for first bat.

Oddly enough my baseball abilities in dreams are apparently better then they are in reality and I got a hit in on the first swing O_O (GO PASCAL!)... And because of my lighter dream-weight I even made it to second base. In between the runs though, the teacher would teach class, so after the second person swung and missed, I had a deviant idea... while everyone was watching the blackboard I took off and stole third - and before anyone could react tapped the front of the classroom (home base). Can one steal home base? I didn't know, I never tried it in baseball and I wasn't a pro on the rules by any stretch... but I managed to pull it off with the person holding the ball just inches behind me before they tripped and fell on the grass that flipped back and forth between a field and a floor tile.

It was quite a strange dream with any number of dream signs, but ultimately, I was too focussed on the math to realize that. At least I was able to remember it though.

Hooray for slight recall... wow that has been a while. I wonder why our minds forget dreams so easily but recall life with far greater ease.

Dream 7.0

The dream takes place in a war-zone, debris is everywhere and I was with a squad of about six. My gun was pointed near the ground as we moved at a quickish pace towards some distant mission objective (does it ever really matter what the objective is?). We came up upon a downed helicopter with the center torn out when we began taking fire from within. We quickly returned fire and when I realized the source I quickly popped a grenade, bouncing it off the back of the chopper and quickly disposing of the offending force. The blast sent several others running for cover and we did a quick strafe over their position but I don't remember hitting any of them. (Guns are always useless in my dreams - I apparently find them a worthless weapon).

I know we continued on in the dream, but not much happened.

So while my DR has been rather down as of late (apparently my subconscious doesn't want to tell me much of anything), I did manage to get a few dreams while away on vacation for spring break. Unfortunately I only remember one of these.

Here is my color key
Dream, Non-Dream, Lucid Dream,

Dream 8.0

A few of the nights I was away, I slept in our pop-up camper, which is located on the western side of our house. Interestingly enough, it is surrounded by a pet cemetery, as we bury all of our animals in our back yard in memory of them. It hardly feels creepy sleeping back there, in fact I got some rather good sleep the first night. The second night though was a bit strange.

In the dream I woke up in the camper and heard something moving around outside. When it got to the window of the camper it looked about the height of a medium sized dog, but was completely bald with brown skin and nasty looking teeth. It was snarling and scratching on the sides of the camper looking for a way inside. All the while I remember being told (and I knew it was the animals that had been buried back there) to get out and leave the camper, it was safe to sleep in there.

I had a false awakening where the dogs were being let out and everything was back to normal. Noticing the light, I asked my father (who I could hear letting the dogs out) to stay there as I grabbed my stuff and headed inside. I then awoke for real... and figured that if my animal friends were trying to tell me something, I may as well listen. So I slept on the couch that night.

Mind you, the creature that I saw in the dream wasn't like any of the animals I've ever had. I got the drift it was more demonic then animal.

Felt rather sick last night so getting to sleep was my primary goal once the chills started in. I did manage to get some dream recall in though.

Dream 9.0

Here is my color key
Dream, Non-Dream, Lucid Dream,

This dream took place in a weird mesh between the middle ages and the modern world. Apparently, I was in school training to be a knight! And that involved cleaning and washing my future steed. But on this day a long time ago, there was a terrible accident. I was shown a vision of werewolves... werewolves who were apparently terrified out of their skin by even bigger creatures! @_@

Three headed cerebais (how does one describe the plural of cerebus?) were having a wonderful time eating everything in the forest. That night, a group of graduates from our school were in the forest and running away as well. However, the creatures were too fast and outran them tearing them to shreds like pit bulls with a happy little squeaky toy.

On account of this, our group leader somehow concluded they would hold a memorial every year by banning the usage of the bathrooms during the night... what? Yes, you're as confused as I was. In fact, this made so little sense to me during the dream that I was determined to go in there anyways! Mwah ha ha ha...

In fact, I succeeded and planned on washing down my horse... which was freakishly small... it looked more like an over-sized guinea pig O_o. Anyways, I never did wash the horse, but me and several others that had snuck in soon heard the head of our class storming down the hall... apparently he'd gotten wind that someone had stolen his keys ^_^.

I took to hiding in one of the stalls and heard him come in. He bellowed and yelled at the others as he found them and I felt it was only a matter of time before he found me... however, I remained unfound. After he left, I remained to just have the whole bathroom to myself... not much of a prize really... except it was huge. For some odd reason all the bathrooms in my dreams all have tiled floors and sides and they are huge. I mean, I've seen bathrooms in my dreams that are the size of grocery stores! With aisle after aisle of nothings but toilets, urinals and showers. However, they are almost almost invariably clogged or out of order. That's actually a really good dream sign, I'll have to do a RC in the future whenever a bathroom seems particularly over-sized.

I could certainly have lived in this one, but instead just left the stall and wandered about a bit before the dream ended. I noticed that the architecture seemed different (and when I awoke that was quite apparent). There seemed to be a wall that jutted out for no apparent reason that would explain why said hall-room leader was unable to find me.

Current time is 3:45 AM, I have some strange hobbies... The dream spoken of, took place prior to about 3:20 AM which is when I woke up. I tried performing a WILD after that, but was unsuccessful and my stomach was telling me to get up anyways (hopefully some of my discomfort goes away by the time this is finished).

Dream 10.0

Here is my color key
Dream, Non-Dream, Lucid Dream,

This dream was fun... I'm not sure that I would have changed it even if I went lucid. It took place in a hotel with a bunch of my online friends. I could only pick out two distinct "presences" however, whether they were there or not. We were just chatting away with David Lillie, whose work in Dreamkeepers we were all a fan of (we just meet for fun in chat almost every day - so I'll have to ask to see if anyone remembers it... if so, it would be my first shared dream).

In particular, given that we were all meeting "in person" he joked that he didn't have a Prelude once again for us that night (he normally throws a comic up every Tuesday after he's come online... he rarely comes online other then Tuesday as well ). But he wanted to discuss his work in Volume 3 with us as far as the script went. It was quite fun really.

I remember first being shown a sketch, a rather thin almost frail character, short hair with ears that were somewhat elvin in style (but shorter) with a bit of fuz along the edges, along with a cute tuft of fur along the cheek line. This character was, to my shock, actually a dastardly villian under Nabonidus. I was then shown another scene, which was quite interesting which involved a flashback with said character... I think it described their first meeting with the Nightmares in the story, perhaps giving some flesh to the question "How does a DK become a dark DK?". Perhaps even more interesting was the carossel that was nearbye, which given that it was a flashback contained younger versions of the various characters he made in commissions riding on the horsebacks.

Sadly, continuity was lost from here and I just remember running back to my hotel room after I noticed that the door was open (it had a strange door, kind of like a sliding glass door that you'd wouldn't expect for a main entrance). Inside, my laptop was still there along with my phone and wallet, but I felt rather uneasy about proceeding into the closet near the bathroom, especially given that the lights were off. Just in case, I figured that I'd clear out with my two more expensive items and if they wanted to snag my clothing I guess I'd let them have it .

From that point on, the hotel transformed into portions of my parents house back in Phoenix. with the hotel scene literally starting where our Dining room was O_o (and I did notice it was just plain weird but not enough to do a reality check... not that I could in those dark lighting conditions the dream had). Somehow or another I had concluded that I was going to sleep on the couch in our living room instead and it was there that the dream ended and I woke up.

-seems my DR might just be improving, now to work on achieving lucidity once again! By the way, apparently I have proceeded into the depths of fanboyism. At least I have fun with it ROFL.

Dream 10.1

This dream is kind of weird and takes place with my father in the hospital... for some reason or another that even I've never been able to quite understand, this used to happen alot in my life. However, thankfully not so much anymore. I walked in to find that he was doing better with some pain meds in a tiny room (a little larger then a walk in closet) with a view over what appeared to be Flagstaff... rather odd. While there the cleaning girl came in and started vacuuming the floor with a rolling vacuum cleaner. However, after she had gone over the entire floor there was still lots of dust and even an empty bag of chips (I don't think a vacuum would pick that up - nor did I know why the hospital would allow food in this section).

My mother stopped her and instinctively noted a problem of clogged up hair in the revolving section on the bottom, yanked it out and then magically the vacuum could clean the floor much better. However, she dropped the original chunk on the floor and they didn't push the vacuum back over that but instead were content on picking up. Not be un-chivalrous, I stopped them and did it myself and then tossed it in the trash bin. At this point my mother noted that I should probobly wash my hands and I decided to do just that and walked south down the hallway.

I was amazed upon coming to the end however that they had a whole segment of eateries and other businesses within a massive hall. There was a McDonalds a Burger King, several other fast food places (get your cardiac arrest after your gallbladder surgery). I was going check them out when I remembered my hands. Another wierd thing about this dream was that the washing stands for both the mens and womans restrooms were out in the open outside the restroom... and there was a difference. The mens washing unit gave far more water then the womans restroom stand which only gave out a mist... yeah... It was so off-putting that my mother opted to use the mens wash-stand instead.

Somehow after that I got back to my room and was having a discussion about various things in Native American mythology with two other young people who were Navajo. In particular, I asked if there really was a native American myth about something called a "Jinku", from the comic CrowFeathers (Two comics in one night). They got really quiet and then proceeded to tell me that these were monsters and that I should leave them alone and get as far away from them as possible. The other cut in though and noted that they looked just like ordinary people except that they could change at any moment into a ravenous beast and would never be the same again.

I left my dorm at that and noticed to my enjoyment that there were even more mountains in Flagstaff then normal. Beaver Street Elementary was now merged with a small rocky mountain that was about 2-3 times the schools 3 story height. The sun was setting and there was a spring on the side that burst out in a spray of water that refracted the light to makes a scene that was just plain beautiful. I think I started questing this however and then the water-fall turned into an elaborate sprinkler system that was just playing tricks on my eyes... My mind didn't want me to become lucid tonight apparently... well sometimes my mind is the storyteller, but eventually I'll write part of my own stories.

Out of though there suddenly came a roar, and from behind me I saw a group of Native Americans in head-dresses and colorful clothing, that was really quite beautiful... I've of stopped to stare, but the other Native American looking angry came out and yelled that his friend had informed the tribe that he though *I* was a Jinku... and the people running at me wanted to kill me ^_^. X_X Wai- what?!

Turning around I ran as fast as I could the Indians in hot pursuit, I ran and ran until eventually they over-took me... but just as this happened a bell sounded in the distance and they suddenly stopped, turned around and walked away. I was later told that they could kill me after the bell rang, but that the event would continue again the next day much to my fright (I like how I can feel emotions much more vividly in dreams then in reality... good grief).

At this point the dream came to an end.