One non-lucid dream that was rathr odd. I was at my step-grandparents house cleaning it for them. I vacuumed and dusted while they out somewhere with my parents. It was really vivid and I'd go into detail but I don't have the energy nor will to do so [I had a bad lunch which is my first meal of the day, Skittles and Gatorade]. I do know that the two velvet chairs I moved were red and when my parents and grandparents came back home, I was a bit low on energy.
On a random note, I've taken writing in as a new hobby, I'll post the link to my stories later on.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Monday, January 29, 2007
01.29.07
I only remembered two dreams this time. Bummer that I wasn't lucid in either of them, I could have tried to go through my Crows & Rats dream again [I wanted more material for my pending little book I'd write about it, not to publish but because even a month later it still plagues my mind and awes me as well, I might post the dream sometime, if I'm motivated to]. Oh well, I'll have to live with those two dreams.
Dream 1-
Another Animal Crossing related dream, man I must really want that game... I was a new person in a town with a coast South of the main gate [located in the North at the mouth of a Valley, two Mountains surrounding both East and West sides of the town].
The place stunk, not literally, it's just that the town had a population of 4. Yes, a town made up of 4 people. The mayor [Tortimer I think was his name], Tom Nook, myself, and some blue sea lion/walrus guy. I have to say that this dream was blah. I was devastated to find that not only was I the only human in town, but I was the only woman too!
The spring green cartoon-ish trees greeted me as I sprinted [for no real reason] to Tom Nook's store, which for small town, was actually hard to find. I wasn't panting by the time I found Tom's shack of a shop, but I was relieved to have accomplished my task...
In the end, that was a waste of my time. I ended up doing something dumb. I was catching butterflies for him with a red butterfly net, all to aid in paying back my debt. Funnily enough, I didn't even go to, look at, or check out my home. I didn't even know where it was and I here I am trying to pay back money to a raccoon who probably gave me a shack for a house.
It was then I met the cretin of a sea lion/walrus. He was playing in the butterfly field, near his blue metal roofed home, when I realized that he was the only 'resident' in the town. Then my dream came to an abrupt end, thank goodness.
Dream 2-
I remember being at my step-brother's house, which was on the second floor of a brick apartment complex, fire escape stairs right next to the window, loathing the fact that I was there after a day of, unwillingly and for free, watching my step niece and nephew. Man was that a bad way to start a dream, bitchy and angry for watching two toddlers [who were acting like brats].
I'm not sure whether my parents permitted me to leave or I just left on my own free will, as how it usually is in a dream, but I exited via fire escape, letting them know I'd call them when I was done at the mall. Shockingly, this was the same mall that has been bugging me for the past two weeks [bugging as in being in my dream] in about three other dreams.
I found myself there, the whole entire trek their had eluded me, happy to do some shopping, which I did, though I didn't buy anything. The mall lacked the buzz of the crowds and people it normally had [at least, that's what my dream life in that dream told me, all the times I've been there it has been relatively slow], so I clacked around the mall, walking through uncommon paths of blue-gray stair wells with bland white walls.
After doing that, I decided to call my parents to pick me up, so I went through my phone book, deciding who I should call [I do remember some names in there, a Frank I've never met, a Jaime I don't know, and a Sam I used to know]. I clicked on my dad's page and, though it didn't register in my head as an obivous sign that I'm dreaming. The first 1 in my father's cell number was flickering between a 4 and a 6. I neither acknowledged the dreamsign and couldn't remember my dad's number in reality, and called those numbers instead. A woman's voice on the answering machine greeted me and I mentally cursed the woman and the bad number while trying profusly to remember his number.
I gave up, went up another stairwell, and ended up watching some weird junk on chocolate cakes in other countries. The last one I saw before waking up was one about Poland and a little Polish boy, it was kind of depressing, but I don't remember what was it that made me depressed.
Dream 1-
Another Animal Crossing related dream, man I must really want that game... I was a new person in a town with a coast South of the main gate [located in the North at the mouth of a Valley, two Mountains surrounding both East and West sides of the town].
The place stunk, not literally, it's just that the town had a population of 4. Yes, a town made up of 4 people. The mayor [Tortimer I think was his name], Tom Nook, myself, and some blue sea lion/walrus guy. I have to say that this dream was blah. I was devastated to find that not only was I the only human in town, but I was the only woman too!
The spring green cartoon-ish trees greeted me as I sprinted [for no real reason] to Tom Nook's store, which for small town, was actually hard to find. I wasn't panting by the time I found Tom's shack of a shop, but I was relieved to have accomplished my task...
In the end, that was a waste of my time. I ended up doing something dumb. I was catching butterflies for him with a red butterfly net, all to aid in paying back my debt. Funnily enough, I didn't even go to, look at, or check out my home. I didn't even know where it was and I here I am trying to pay back money to a raccoon who probably gave me a shack for a house.
It was then I met the cretin of a sea lion/walrus. He was playing in the butterfly field, near his blue metal roofed home, when I realized that he was the only 'resident' in the town. Then my dream came to an abrupt end, thank goodness.
Dream 2-
I remember being at my step-brother's house, which was on the second floor of a brick apartment complex, fire escape stairs right next to the window, loathing the fact that I was there after a day of, unwillingly and for free, watching my step niece and nephew. Man was that a bad way to start a dream, bitchy and angry for watching two toddlers [who were acting like brats].
I'm not sure whether my parents permitted me to leave or I just left on my own free will, as how it usually is in a dream, but I exited via fire escape, letting them know I'd call them when I was done at the mall. Shockingly, this was the same mall that has been bugging me for the past two weeks [bugging as in being in my dream] in about three other dreams.
I found myself there, the whole entire trek their had eluded me, happy to do some shopping, which I did, though I didn't buy anything. The mall lacked the buzz of the crowds and people it normally had [at least, that's what my dream life in that dream told me, all the times I've been there it has been relatively slow], so I clacked around the mall, walking through uncommon paths of blue-gray stair wells with bland white walls.
After doing that, I decided to call my parents to pick me up, so I went through my phone book, deciding who I should call [I do remember some names in there, a Frank I've never met, a Jaime I don't know, and a Sam I used to know]. I clicked on my dad's page and, though it didn't register in my head as an obivous sign that I'm dreaming. The first 1 in my father's cell number was flickering between a 4 and a 6. I neither acknowledged the dreamsign and couldn't remember my dad's number in reality, and called those numbers instead. A woman's voice on the answering machine greeted me and I mentally cursed the woman and the bad number while trying profusly to remember his number.
I gave up, went up another stairwell, and ended up watching some weird junk on chocolate cakes in other countries. The last one I saw before waking up was one about Poland and a little Polish boy, it was kind of depressing, but I don't remember what was it that made me depressed.
Saturday, January 27, 2007
01.27.07
Wow, it's way better not to use melatonin if you want good dreams, my dream recall is much better without it. [But, alas, I must use it to sleep on school nights because I eat dinner late at night and take 20-30 minutes to go to sleep when I'm tired, longer when not]
First Dream-
A rather pointless dream, it was lucid, but I didn't really do much with my abilities, more of changed others opinions.
I was at school, in an old, possibly 6th grade style portable [or, in the words on my English teacher, a trailer], in, I don't know which class but I know I was being all bitchy about it. Something about crayons and paper work.
I ran out of the classroom, saw a DC, Patrick, and I remembered how he wore those polyester pants to school one day and thought, "hey, I bet Miyavi's pants are sexier." An guess what? Unfortuantely, Miyavi didn't come beacsue I was focusing on comparing Pat, his pants, and Miyavi's pants. He was suddenly wearing one of Miyavi's black leather [tight] pants, and I was all, "oh, okay then..." I knew I was lucid by then and ran off, I think because of some cake in the 'trailers' that and the crayons and stuff, I don't know, I never remember my first dreams too clearly.
Eventually, after aimlessly running around, I went back to the portable, did stuff with crayons and ate the crappy tasting cake.
Dream 2-
I was at a dance, alone [miracle to me, me at a dance alone equals dream, IRL you'd have to kill me before I'd do that]. I was an orphan girl, with black-ish hair and brown eyes, in a black dress. Some people from real life were their too, I'll call them Mish, Kirin, and Kommie.
I'll mention to you now that I'm a manga freak, not as bad of one as in middle school, but I'm a bookworm in general [a picky one too] and manga just works for me [primarily due to my appreciation of art and need for my pop culture]. The only manga related character was Kyoya from Host Club, not that I complained, in my older dreams, lots of characters from books, movies, and/or manga would plague me [because I'm not a person who lives in societies box of 'Oh My Gawd, is that like, Brad Pitt? *insert girly squeal here* I'm not against preppy people, I just can't tolerate the artificial people, most of those people I've met are preps so that's the only reason they're my example].
Back to the dream, I was at a dance, lonely and bored as ever. It switches to third person POV and you see Kyoya, in a black suit, red rose in pocket, staring at something, with me in the background. His father shows off, Kyoya looks displeased, his dad comes to me, and next thing I know I'm under the care of a rich and powerful family. [Which explains Kyoya's disdained look, not too good for school life if it got out their family adopted a commoner]
After the party, we [Kyoya, his father, and I] go to a mall, similar to that of a mall that I go to often, we walk into a Best Buy [I think]. We go to a bathroom, they go to the handicapped stall. I follow them, then close and lock the door to find them gone. I find that all the turquoise dividers have disappeared between the stalls along with the toilets, and see an escalator in the wall. You could not stand on the escalator since the blue-gray wall was low, you'd have to kind of lay on t.
I walk to the escalator, and Mish, Kirin, and Kommie come into the bathroom, obviously following us. Mish and Kirin leave, exclaiming that they're not here. I get onto the escalator, grabbing a stair for dear life. I think that Kommie saw me, because she looked in my direction and yelled out "Misha, are you in here?" I think that that was the exact moment I became lucid, because I replied, knowing that anyone IRL would not fall for this, "No one's here, just go home."
She stood there for a few moments, as if in a stupor, and walked straight out of the room. I disappeared past the wall and at the end of the black tunnel, a few mesh green capeted stairs awaited me along with a hand. I grabbed the hand and held onto it for dear life [I think I was afraid of falling into the darkness at that point] as it pulled me up.
I was up on the other side with Kyoya's father and discovered that the green mesh was really little tufts of young grass growing in tiny white cubes no larger than a modern day cellphone. Those boxes made up the 'carpet' of the room. They began to float and the world almost went into that bizarre mode where up and down can't exist, that is, until I mentally forced the cubes back into the ground and stabilized the state of my 'dream world.' He said a few things about this place, walls and stuff had been added into my room [even a window], being my room. I asked about how Kyoya felt, he said he didn't know and didn't know where he was.
He left, the escalator and stairs that I had 'entered' the room with were gone, the carpet wasn't made of grass and boxes, and the walls were blue, it was night outside my window, I'd say about dusk [which is odd since the party was from 9-12am and I never saw the sun rise]. I realized that since I was adopted, I was Kyoya's sister, but then some of my funky logic kicked in the just made them my guardians in that dream, not my 'family.' I was happy because of that new found knowledge and wandered off once I left my room.
Then it was like Halloween, 'cept no one was in costumes and such, Kyoya's dad gave some people in front of me a burrito and Frisbee [rich people are weird, lol] and I was stuck with a bean filled haci-sack that I threw at Kyoya, he played with it a bit, though he didn't look too amused about all of it [he's been avoiding me]
Time skipped me again and it was time for another party, I was running all over the place looking for my black dress. No one knows where it is and Kyoya's still avoiding me. Then, my dream ended before I could find any rhyme or reason in anything in that dream when I realized how weird it was.
Dream 3-
The shortest [maybe] out of the three. I was staring at a few flowers and suddenly a little blue water can icon pops up in front of my face and I decide to water the plants. I water all the red flowers [morning glories I think] a black rose, a gold rose, and two tiny apple trees with miniature apples on them.
I was thinking at the time, 'Hey this is similar to Animal Crossing Wild World [A game I want so I can kill time while going to my dad's house].' I just shrugged it off and didn't become lucid and continued to water one apple tree until it turned into a big tree with sharp, dark green leaves and lacked the cute mini apples that it had only moments ago.
I ran off for a bit to the little Animal Crossing-style city, talked to pink squirrel next to a tree, asked it something, then woke up [thanks to a very mean person who forced me to eat breakfast instead of dream].
First Dream-
A rather pointless dream, it was lucid, but I didn't really do much with my abilities, more of changed others opinions.
I was at school, in an old, possibly 6th grade style portable [or, in the words on my English teacher, a trailer], in, I don't know which class but I know I was being all bitchy about it. Something about crayons and paper work.
I ran out of the classroom, saw a DC, Patrick, and I remembered how he wore those polyester pants to school one day and thought, "hey, I bet Miyavi's pants are sexier." An guess what? Unfortuantely, Miyavi didn't come beacsue I was focusing on comparing Pat, his pants, and Miyavi's pants. He was suddenly wearing one of Miyavi's black leather [tight] pants, and I was all, "oh, okay then..." I knew I was lucid by then and ran off, I think because of some cake in the 'trailers' that and the crayons and stuff, I don't know, I never remember my first dreams too clearly.
Eventually, after aimlessly running around, I went back to the portable, did stuff with crayons and ate the crappy tasting cake.
Dream 2-
I was at a dance, alone [miracle to me, me at a dance alone equals dream, IRL you'd have to kill me before I'd do that]. I was an orphan girl, with black-ish hair and brown eyes, in a black dress. Some people from real life were their too, I'll call them Mish, Kirin, and Kommie.
I'll mention to you now that I'm a manga freak, not as bad of one as in middle school, but I'm a bookworm in general [a picky one too] and manga just works for me [primarily due to my appreciation of art and need for my pop culture]. The only manga related character was Kyoya from Host Club, not that I complained, in my older dreams, lots of characters from books, movies, and/or manga would plague me [because I'm not a person who lives in societies box of 'Oh My Gawd, is that like, Brad Pitt? *insert girly squeal here* I'm not against preppy people, I just can't tolerate the artificial people, most of those people I've met are preps so that's the only reason they're my example].
Back to the dream, I was at a dance, lonely and bored as ever. It switches to third person POV and you see Kyoya, in a black suit, red rose in pocket, staring at something, with me in the background. His father shows off, Kyoya looks displeased, his dad comes to me, and next thing I know I'm under the care of a rich and powerful family. [Which explains Kyoya's disdained look, not too good for school life if it got out their family adopted a commoner]
After the party, we [Kyoya, his father, and I] go to a mall, similar to that of a mall that I go to often, we walk into a Best Buy [I think]. We go to a bathroom, they go to the handicapped stall. I follow them, then close and lock the door to find them gone. I find that all the turquoise dividers have disappeared between the stalls along with the toilets, and see an escalator in the wall. You could not stand on the escalator since the blue-gray wall was low, you'd have to kind of lay on t.
I walk to the escalator, and Mish, Kirin, and Kommie come into the bathroom, obviously following us. Mish and Kirin leave, exclaiming that they're not here. I get onto the escalator, grabbing a stair for dear life. I think that Kommie saw me, because she looked in my direction and yelled out "Misha, are you in here?" I think that that was the exact moment I became lucid, because I replied, knowing that anyone IRL would not fall for this, "No one's here, just go home."
She stood there for a few moments, as if in a stupor, and walked straight out of the room. I disappeared past the wall and at the end of the black tunnel, a few mesh green capeted stairs awaited me along with a hand. I grabbed the hand and held onto it for dear life [I think I was afraid of falling into the darkness at that point] as it pulled me up.
I was up on the other side with Kyoya's father and discovered that the green mesh was really little tufts of young grass growing in tiny white cubes no larger than a modern day cellphone. Those boxes made up the 'carpet' of the room. They began to float and the world almost went into that bizarre mode where up and down can't exist, that is, until I mentally forced the cubes back into the ground and stabilized the state of my 'dream world.' He said a few things about this place, walls and stuff had been added into my room [even a window], being my room. I asked about how Kyoya felt, he said he didn't know and didn't know where he was.
He left, the escalator and stairs that I had 'entered' the room with were gone, the carpet wasn't made of grass and boxes, and the walls were blue, it was night outside my window, I'd say about dusk [which is odd since the party was from 9-12am and I never saw the sun rise]. I realized that since I was adopted, I was Kyoya's sister, but then some of my funky logic kicked in the just made them my guardians in that dream, not my 'family.' I was happy because of that new found knowledge and wandered off once I left my room.
Then it was like Halloween, 'cept no one was in costumes and such, Kyoya's dad gave some people in front of me a burrito and Frisbee [rich people are weird, lol] and I was stuck with a bean filled haci-sack that I threw at Kyoya, he played with it a bit, though he didn't look too amused about all of it [he's been avoiding me]
Time skipped me again and it was time for another party, I was running all over the place looking for my black dress. No one knows where it is and Kyoya's still avoiding me. Then, my dream ended before I could find any rhyme or reason in anything in that dream when I realized how weird it was.
Dream 3-
The shortest [maybe] out of the three. I was staring at a few flowers and suddenly a little blue water can icon pops up in front of my face and I decide to water the plants. I water all the red flowers [morning glories I think] a black rose, a gold rose, and two tiny apple trees with miniature apples on them.
I was thinking at the time, 'Hey this is similar to Animal Crossing Wild World [A game I want so I can kill time while going to my dad's house].' I just shrugged it off and didn't become lucid and continued to water one apple tree until it turned into a big tree with sharp, dark green leaves and lacked the cute mini apples that it had only moments ago.
I ran off for a bit to the little Animal Crossing-style city, talked to pink squirrel next to a tree, asked it something, then woke up [thanks to a very mean person who forced me to eat breakfast instead of dream].
Friday, January 26, 2007
01.26.07
Hah, this dream is a vague, but that's my fault. I don't wake up early enough to write down my dream, get ready for school, make coffee, make lunch, eat breakfast, and wake up my mom.
Okay, so we were at a theme park, similar to that of one I've been to for four years [not IRL, in my dreams], it's always a bit different each time.
So this time I was in this ever-changing park, I went up an escalator [maybe that could be my dream sign, but that's only twice in a row] and found my mom. The trees in the background were looked like cedar and other Northern trees but I'm not sure. I was in my loverly black jacket of mine and it was mildly cool outside, 60F maybe [my version of cool, my states version of freezing]. My mom was wearing a jacket of sorts too.
Here's where lines start to blur on details, what was said, and how much time it took for things to happen. We went down a giant water slide that reminded from the water slide I went down in 7th grade [that's another dream], albeit I was dry when I exited, I even knew at what point how much more time I would be in the slide before I would be out of it.
The place I was at was warmer, included my mom, and some water related stuff. My mom was over at a black pot mixing in pork to an oden-like soup. I woke up as soon as that white plastic spoon, full of pork and broth, hit my lips. Like I said, things were blurry so I only put in the events that I was certain occurred.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
01.25.07
I had a dream last night, it was neither lucid nor one that I would call vivid (but only because I'm entering this in almost 12 hours after I've had it).
I can't remember how it started but I was in a cave, a brightly lit sandstone one at that, and I remember that I was a double agent. I acted like I was betraying my comrades to release [false] information to the opposing side, I have no idea why a bunch of people who worked/lived in elaborate caves with a Viking leader was our enemy but it didn't matter. My people left me, I promised to exchange what I knew about them for their freedom, and they fell for the faux acts.
I was wandering around their caves for quite a bit, I was rather comfortable, for it reminded me of the desert lands I envisioned myself travelling alone in the desert one day [funny how my real life desires can be remembered in a dream when I don't want them to], the well lit portions of the labyrinth of tunnels were warm and dry. The not-so well lit areas were cool and damp.
I wandered around for who knows how long, thinking who knows what and not saying much. It continued that way until one of my DC comrades found me [who IRL is nothing more than an acquaintance aka the Persian Teddy Bear]. He stuck out so much with his warm and bright red shirt and cortoroy pants [sorry, I can't spell it for my life].
We talked a bit, ran up an escalator [still in the caves], through a path that I must have memorized while wandering, found the Viking leader and attempted to fight him while reinforcements came along. The Persian Teddy Bear was super strong [IRL I've never seen him be rough but since he lifts weights and is in good shape, I guess it's true] and I had some sort of freaky ability, my reflexes and evasion was better than it had ever been, I was able to dodge hand shaped rocks that randomly shot through the cave with ease and little effort [Alchemy maybe?].
Well, the Teddy Bear and I fought the Viking leader for a while, wearing me down more than anything else- Before I forget entirely, I must add that I do remember the Viking King/Leader's features, red grisly hair, beard, and mustache, brass crown with the typical white oxen horns and ovals of polished brass bordered his 'helmet.' He was a meaty man, bulky too, the kind of hairy man that had all of the major muscles worked to the point of looking, well, bulky. He looked kinda Norwegian now that I think about it, but the most commonly heard of Vikings were in Norway so it's all good.
I can't remember how it started but I was in a cave, a brightly lit sandstone one at that, and I remember that I was a double agent. I acted like I was betraying my comrades to release [false] information to the opposing side, I have no idea why a bunch of people who worked/lived in elaborate caves with a Viking leader was our enemy but it didn't matter. My people left me, I promised to exchange what I knew about them for their freedom, and they fell for the faux acts.
I was wandering around their caves for quite a bit, I was rather comfortable, for it reminded me of the desert lands I envisioned myself travelling alone in the desert one day [funny how my real life desires can be remembered in a dream when I don't want them to], the well lit portions of the labyrinth of tunnels were warm and dry. The not-so well lit areas were cool and damp.
I wandered around for who knows how long, thinking who knows what and not saying much. It continued that way until one of my DC comrades found me [who IRL is nothing more than an acquaintance aka the Persian Teddy Bear]. He stuck out so much with his warm and bright red shirt and cortoroy pants [sorry, I can't spell it for my life].
We talked a bit, ran up an escalator [still in the caves], through a path that I must have memorized while wandering, found the Viking leader and attempted to fight him while reinforcements came along. The Persian Teddy Bear was super strong [IRL I've never seen him be rough but since he lifts weights and is in good shape, I guess it's true] and I had some sort of freaky ability, my reflexes and evasion was better than it had ever been, I was able to dodge hand shaped rocks that randomly shot through the cave with ease and little effort [Alchemy maybe?].
Well, the Teddy Bear and I fought the Viking leader for a while, wearing me down more than anything else- Before I forget entirely, I must add that I do remember the Viking King/Leader's features, red grisly hair, beard, and mustache, brass crown with the typical white oxen horns and ovals of polished brass bordered his 'helmet.' He was a meaty man, bulky too, the kind of hairy man that had all of the major muscles worked to the point of looking, well, bulky. He looked kinda Norwegian now that I think about it, but the most commonly heard of Vikings were in Norway so it's all good.
Back to the story line, I was wearing down and miraculously enough tripped our enemy. DC/The Persian Teddy Bear [TPTB] gave the Viking a heavy blow to the face. No blood was drawn of the server or receiver. I expected for the Viking's skull to have been bashed, TPTB was, in the dream, just that strong. Instead I saw a sandstone face [without features] that was indented in the center, which soon went back to it's normal shape. I offered up the option of running and TPTB was with me all the way.
As we ran, I more of leapt like an antelope [since TPTB is slower than I], TPTB was consoling me, I did feel a bit down for the failed attack, and I felt like a debacle. He said somethings in the context of, "it doesn't matter, you can't always get it right," and I was instantly cheerful. By that point we had reached the escalator's and ran like there was no tomorrow since our indestructible Viking was at our heels. Then, rather reluctantly, I woke up.
I Think I'm Gonna Cry...
I've been busy all weekend, decided not to post during the week (or visit my blog for that matter) and now I find out that all my posts have been mysteriously deleted. Wow... from now on, everything's going to my drafts first...
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