The last dream for this month, still not a lucid...
I was in some sort of convention-like place where they had many booths with things on sale for a band called DLP, I looked at a CD/poster that showed three handsome guys on the cover with a koi [fake] that was cobalt with sky-blue cherry blossoms all over it.
I walked around, wondering what's so great about this band [that the convention is for] and listened to one of there songs, sounded like a typical J-Pop band except it was in English and they had a vocalist with a refreshing voice.
I was wandering some more [like I normally do in dreams], when I came across a guy how looked exactly like the one on the DLP poster. I mean, there were look-alikes but he was exactly alike.
"Are you, that guy in that band," I asked curiously, i wasn't a fan of the band and rich people, at least in my dreams, don't seem to unnerve me.
He nodded. He was in a white button up shirt that was unbuttoned on the two top buttons, white pants, and blondish hair.
I didn't yell or freak out, but we ended up, somehow, wandering around the convention center looking at the merchandise. No one bugged us.
We came to a booth that sold CDs and I found the one that matched the poster. I pointed it out to him and he chuckled before dragging me off elsewhere. I know that we talked about a lot of things, our lives, things we liked, but I don't remember exactly what those things were. Oh, well, I don't think he's my DreamGuide, though he's really the first DC I've ever opened up to [that aren't familiar to me in any way].
When we were 'elsewhere', aka, somewhere private, we both sat down on a ledge, just being all quiet. I had no idea why where there but I didn't bother to ask.
I finally had the nerve to look at him, eye-to-eye, and we just ended up kissing, thrice. The first time, I was nervous since it would be my first kiss, his lips were warm against mine. [Oddly enough I was thinking about some guy in some book I read, not fully expecting a kiss, but my mind was blank after that]
We broke the kiss and then kissed again, this time I was less rigid and he, more passionate. That kiss lasted longer. When we kissed for the third time, I freaked out, it finally sunk in that I had kissed someone for the first time. He seemed to understand that it wasn't him and it was me. I think I left him, shocked, the dream ending right when I realized, 'hey, this' got to be a dream...'
The second dream was more vague, well, is more vague now, because it was cut short from my alarm clock and from my need to throw up [which didn't happen because throwing up for me is the worst, if you've had a serious migraine before then you can relate]. I was in an office/building trying to get to the top floor, floor 41, but as soon as the elevator, and a nice one at that, got to the top floor, it wouldn't open and went down to the 2nd floor. I spent the whole dream trying to get to the 41st floor and complaining to people about the elevator. It was a nice elevator though, sanded glass designs on one wall, stainless steel on the others, plain Plexiglas above the sanded glass, a turquoise wall behind that, soft carpet, and it was spacious, the rest of the building seemed rather cruddy.
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
02.27.07
This is basically a general post on all the dreams I've had since Sunday night. I'm not going to post Friday's [since it's in my Dream Journal] and Saturday's is long forgotten. All of them that I'm posting are non-lucid and much more vivid than normal. I could feel my pulse in them and that's a rare thing for me, like, once every blue moon.
One dream, Sunday night's, began when I was back at the place I was in Saturday night, I think [the only thing I can remember from Sat.'s dream was being in a humid room and some safari trip], there was party being thrown there. I was there with a friend and a some Japanese business guy.
He said something about speaking Japanese, we both said we knew some. I think that started up because he said something strange in Japanese.
"Why don't you speak it," he questioned.
"Because I'd be embarrassed if I got it wrong," I muttered.
So we both ended up saying something to him in Japanese-
"Naze?" Me.
"Orro" My friend.
I looked at her funny, she said it so quietly and at the time I couldn't grasp the English meaning of that word.
Even odder yet, the guy could clearly hear my friend but kept telling me to speak up. I became frustrated and shocked. The dream faded into another one.
In the other dream, I was looking at the sky on the edge of a cliff, with a different friend. The sky was pitch black, blending in with the trees and the abyss below. I guess sit was right before dawn because I couldn't see a thing.
"Aren't you afraid of heights," I asked her.
Immediately, she began to freak out, so I had to slowly force her back onto solid, dry land [we were on a ledge made of pressed wood] before it tilted over and killed us both. The dream ended because my alarm woke me up.
Last night's dream, I was in a mall again, that should count as a Dreamsign by now then, shouldn't it? The mall was one I know I was in before at least thrice, the marble, granite, and all the expensive details were there. It was a place that had a Starbucks right next to each other, where any store you really wanted to go to wasn't actually open. I don't remember what I id while dreaming, but I know I wasn't lucid.
One dream, Sunday night's, began when I was back at the place I was in Saturday night, I think [the only thing I can remember from Sat.'s dream was being in a humid room and some safari trip], there was party being thrown there. I was there with a friend and a some Japanese business guy.
He said something about speaking Japanese, we both said we knew some. I think that started up because he said something strange in Japanese.
"Why don't you speak it," he questioned.
"Because I'd be embarrassed if I got it wrong," I muttered.
So we both ended up saying something to him in Japanese-
"Naze?" Me.
"Orro" My friend.
I looked at her funny, she said it so quietly and at the time I couldn't grasp the English meaning of that word.
Even odder yet, the guy could clearly hear my friend but kept telling me to speak up. I became frustrated and shocked. The dream faded into another one.
In the other dream, I was looking at the sky on the edge of a cliff, with a different friend. The sky was pitch black, blending in with the trees and the abyss below. I guess sit was right before dawn because I couldn't see a thing.
"Aren't you afraid of heights," I asked her.
Immediately, she began to freak out, so I had to slowly force her back onto solid, dry land [we were on a ledge made of pressed wood] before it tilted over and killed us both. The dream ended because my alarm woke me up.
Last night's dream, I was in a mall again, that should count as a Dreamsign by now then, shouldn't it? The mall was one I know I was in before at least thrice, the marble, granite, and all the expensive details were there. It was a place that had a Starbucks right next to each other, where any store you really wanted to go to wasn't actually open. I don't remember what I id while dreaming, but I know I wasn't lucid.
Friday, February 23, 2007
02.23.07
One, well, maybe two, non-lucid dreams. The first one was a good one, vampires. At least, I consider it good since vampires couldn't possibly exist IRL.
I'll start with what I remember the clearest. It was in 3rd POV; There was this 19 year old [looking] teenage guy who had thin, dark brown, almost black, hair and a lean yet toned body, his eyes brown [I do so believe].
He was destroying all the lights in the town, mainly shaking them and disconnecting them from whatever they were in. Why would a good looking guy like him be doing such strange things? Why because his parents told him to of course! [In this dream] When people become vampires, they become sensitive to all forms of artificial light. As to who they were planning to change, I first assumed the whole town, but now, I think otherwise.
He was in my apartment [like I said, first moment I remember clearest is where I'll start], wrecking my kitchen lights when he stopped. He wasn't done with his job, but he was having second thoughts about everything. He abandoned his job and when back home, where his parents and older brother scolded him. His brother threatened to kill him if he didn't go through with the job, but he held didn't change his mind.
"Never mind," his [also dark haired] father interjected, "Just destroy all the books that may leave them suspecting that we're vampires. We don't want them to know what we are."
And he was off in the morning [in this dream they don't seem to affected by the sun any more than becoming dehydrated faster if the skin is exposed to the sunlight], doing volunteer work in the library, which was located in town hall.
'Should i just burn them or hide them...' he thought, feeling bad that he was going to need to burn the books. He had three books in his hand, one a child's book with a yellow duck on the cover, and the other two, I assume, were books on vampires that he had taken off of the shelves.
Incidentally, a wall in the library had a large crack in it and the people in the library were concerned on about it.
"We'll need to replace it with marble," he said. People began to question his authority. "My grandfather helped build this library, so I know the layout and design pretty well." People were awed by his knowledge and 'authority' so they decided to make plans to do just that.
Oddly enough, that's when I pop in and the dream goes to 1 st POV. I walked to him, puzzled that everyone just accepted what he said. For I heard something different, I heard him say, "I helped build this library, so I'd have to know the layout and design." I was already suspicious that he and his family were vampires but I knew I'd be considered crazy for thinking that.
"Wow, I'm only 17 and that's pretty old. So, that's have to make you like 72," I half-joked with him, loudly enough so that only he and I could hear it. By then I was close enough to read the title of the duck book he had covering the other ones.
He responded,"Well, my grandfather is pretty old and he did build this place when he was young, so he doesn't really remember it all that well anymore."
Then, coming closer to me, he whispered in my ear [his breath was warm on my neck] "More like 54."
My eyes widened, shocked, "But you look like you're 19," I exclaimed, yet again loud enough for only us to hear. I was certain by then he was a vampire.
He smiled, and, though I expected him to kill me or make me forget [or at the very least promise not to tell anyone else], he walked off. I sensed that he was sure that I wouldn't tell anyone else, that his secret was safe. He was right too, I didn't want to look crazy, especially over the new people in town.
This is were my memory evaded me when I woke up [thanks to the evil alarm clock],
I was outside with him, a sunny day, in a semi-sour mood. Draped in a black jacket to prevent the sunlight from touching my flesh and my choker on, I followed him around town as he kind of gave me, not him, a tour.
We stopped in an eclectically designed bar. I pulled out of the cooler two bottles of water and he grabbed a drink or two. I chugged down the water and grabbed one Coke, one small bottle of rum, a cup full of ice, and a slightly bigger bottle of vodka.
I walked to the bar where the bartender stared at my funnily.
"Aren't you going to ask me for an ID," I questioned, rather irked at how thirsty I was. He said it'd go away after awhile, when you readjust to the sun, I really didn't care.
She just stared at me dumbly, so I guess I controlled her to say no[I love non-lucid dreams with control as much as I love LDs with control] and just walked off to a varnished mahogany table with matching chairs.
He was already there [FYI, I never got his name], and I just plopped into the chair across from him, preparing my rum and coke.
"Gee, that's strange, not even asking me for an ID," I commented to two British fellows who sat to the left of me.
"Well, I hope you have good alcohol tolerance," remarked one of the guys, my vampire friend said nothing and only sipped his drink from the corner of my eyes.
I drank some of my concoction and grimaced, taking a few more sips to adjust to the pungent taste of the alcohol in the sweet carbonated drink. I began to feel tipsy afterwards.
We made small talk and I either scared him away or they really had somewhere to go, because they left as I finished my rum and coke. The tipsy feeling remained, less intense as before. I turned in my seat to stare at him, he had already finished his drink too.
I hurried up, not wanting to hold him up and longing to make this thirst go away, I must have been really dehydrated [and not too smart to attempt to quench it with booze]. Unscrewing the bottle, I chugged down the vodka in a fashion that a Russian friend of mine would consider 'normal.' [she says most Russians have can't eat without it, maybe she's one of them, but I'm sure not every Russian is that way]
We left after that, me still tipsy, him still quiet.
"Maybe we should head home," he suggested as I still wasn't used to this 'new life.' I became lucid then, realizing that I was a vampire and that can't be possible, and that what he said meant that I was living with his family.
The dream faded and switched to another one [I think] losing my lucidity. It was after the 'end of the world.' I was desperately trying to get back to vampire boy and his mansion, but I couldn't and I was human, I could sense that much.
After attempting that, I frantically ran around, trying to find someplace that was shaded from the harsh, radioactive sun.
I say that maybe the fast food I had last night [bleh] and my thoughts about how to write that story I talked about in yesterday's post may have triggered this/these dream[s]. Yeah, it bugged me even before I went to bed that night since I didn't like the way it had started out, I'm still trying to change it.
I'll start with what I remember the clearest. It was in 3rd POV; There was this 19 year old [looking] teenage guy who had thin, dark brown, almost black, hair and a lean yet toned body, his eyes brown [I do so believe].
He was destroying all the lights in the town, mainly shaking them and disconnecting them from whatever they were in. Why would a good looking guy like him be doing such strange things? Why because his parents told him to of course! [In this dream] When people become vampires, they become sensitive to all forms of artificial light. As to who they were planning to change, I first assumed the whole town, but now, I think otherwise.
He was in my apartment [like I said, first moment I remember clearest is where I'll start], wrecking my kitchen lights when he stopped. He wasn't done with his job, but he was having second thoughts about everything. He abandoned his job and when back home, where his parents and older brother scolded him. His brother threatened to kill him if he didn't go through with the job, but he held didn't change his mind.
"Never mind," his [also dark haired] father interjected, "Just destroy all the books that may leave them suspecting that we're vampires. We don't want them to know what we are."
And he was off in the morning [in this dream they don't seem to affected by the sun any more than becoming dehydrated faster if the skin is exposed to the sunlight], doing volunteer work in the library, which was located in town hall.
'Should i just burn them or hide them...' he thought, feeling bad that he was going to need to burn the books. He had three books in his hand, one a child's book with a yellow duck on the cover, and the other two, I assume, were books on vampires that he had taken off of the shelves.
Incidentally, a wall in the library had a large crack in it and the people in the library were concerned on about it.
"We'll need to replace it with marble," he said. People began to question his authority. "My grandfather helped build this library, so I know the layout and design pretty well." People were awed by his knowledge and 'authority' so they decided to make plans to do just that.
Oddly enough, that's when I pop in and the dream goes to 1 st POV. I walked to him, puzzled that everyone just accepted what he said. For I heard something different, I heard him say, "I helped build this library, so I'd have to know the layout and design." I was already suspicious that he and his family were vampires but I knew I'd be considered crazy for thinking that.
"Wow, I'm only 17 and that's pretty old. So, that's have to make you like 72," I half-joked with him, loudly enough so that only he and I could hear it. By then I was close enough to read the title of the duck book he had covering the other ones.
He responded,"Well, my grandfather is pretty old and he did build this place when he was young, so he doesn't really remember it all that well anymore."
Then, coming closer to me, he whispered in my ear [his breath was warm on my neck] "More like 54."
My eyes widened, shocked, "But you look like you're 19," I exclaimed, yet again loud enough for only us to hear. I was certain by then he was a vampire.
He smiled, and, though I expected him to kill me or make me forget [or at the very least promise not to tell anyone else], he walked off. I sensed that he was sure that I wouldn't tell anyone else, that his secret was safe. He was right too, I didn't want to look crazy, especially over the new people in town.
This is were my memory evaded me when I woke up [thanks to the evil alarm clock],
I was outside with him, a sunny day, in a semi-sour mood. Draped in a black jacket to prevent the sunlight from touching my flesh and my choker on, I followed him around town as he kind of gave me, not him, a tour.
We stopped in an eclectically designed bar. I pulled out of the cooler two bottles of water and he grabbed a drink or two. I chugged down the water and grabbed one Coke, one small bottle of rum, a cup full of ice, and a slightly bigger bottle of vodka.
I walked to the bar where the bartender stared at my funnily.
"Aren't you going to ask me for an ID," I questioned, rather irked at how thirsty I was. He said it'd go away after awhile, when you readjust to the sun, I really didn't care.
She just stared at me dumbly, so I guess I controlled her to say no[I love non-lucid dreams with control as much as I love LDs with control] and just walked off to a varnished mahogany table with matching chairs.
He was already there [FYI, I never got his name], and I just plopped into the chair across from him, preparing my rum and coke.
"Gee, that's strange, not even asking me for an ID," I commented to two British fellows who sat to the left of me.
"Well, I hope you have good alcohol tolerance," remarked one of the guys, my vampire friend said nothing and only sipped his drink from the corner of my eyes.
I drank some of my concoction and grimaced, taking a few more sips to adjust to the pungent taste of the alcohol in the sweet carbonated drink. I began to feel tipsy afterwards.
We made small talk and I either scared him away or they really had somewhere to go, because they left as I finished my rum and coke. The tipsy feeling remained, less intense as before. I turned in my seat to stare at him, he had already finished his drink too.
I hurried up, not wanting to hold him up and longing to make this thirst go away, I must have been really dehydrated [and not too smart to attempt to quench it with booze]. Unscrewing the bottle, I chugged down the vodka in a fashion that a Russian friend of mine would consider 'normal.' [she says most Russians have can't eat without it, maybe she's one of them, but I'm sure not every Russian is that way]
We left after that, me still tipsy, him still quiet.
"Maybe we should head home," he suggested as I still wasn't used to this 'new life.' I became lucid then, realizing that I was a vampire and that can't be possible, and that what he said meant that I was living with his family.
The dream faded and switched to another one [I think] losing my lucidity. It was after the 'end of the world.' I was desperately trying to get back to vampire boy and his mansion, but I couldn't and I was human, I could sense that much.
After attempting that, I frantically ran around, trying to find someplace that was shaded from the harsh, radioactive sun.
I say that maybe the fast food I had last night [bleh] and my thoughts about how to write that story I talked about in yesterday's post may have triggered this/these dream[s]. Yeah, it bugged me even before I went to bed that night since I didn't like the way it had started out, I'm still trying to change it.
Thursday, February 22, 2007
02.21.07
Two non-lucid dreams, I wish I remembered them better but the B6 didn't help, I actually had less vivid dreams but then again I was pretty much a zombie by the time I went to sleep. I did here SP [I think that's what it is], stuff that wasn't very nice either, it was great with boosting my easy to shatter self esteem.
Dream 1- I was on fictionpress checking my account [which is as good as dead] and found that someone actually reviewed one of my stories. I was amazed and puzzled because it was the new story I wrote just last night and at that, I only had the story line down so there was really no story.
The person wrote, "I just loved this story! I can't wait to see another!" with a bunch of little bubble symbols next to the end of the comment.
What puzzled me even more was that the story was titled ~V~, I just remember being in shock and then that's it.
Dream 2- A fairly long, bland dream. I was at my middle school, leaving it. I went to the bus loop converted car ramp and realized as I walked through the sea of cars that my parents forgot me.
I pulled out my cellphone and was about to call them when I saw Rai-chan [she'd kill me if she saw me using this alias of hers] and asked for a ride. Her mom said sure so I hopped in, avoided her brother and found a baby in there, a new little bro for Rai-chan. He was crying as I held him gently, his skin was strangely inflamed and his eyes closed, skin red from the swelling. I knew that Rai-chan and her family were very grand care-takers of their family members so was puzzled as to how the child was ill.
They asked if I needed to call my dad to let him know that I'm all right, since we went to go to the theaters, and I decided not to call him.
Later on I find myself yelling at him for yelling at me about being irresponsible.
"It doesn't matter if I ask or not! You're always unhappy with everything I do so at least if you're going to be angry with me then have a good reason," I bellowed. That made sense, if you were bound to be yelled at, let it be over something that actually is irresponsible, like what I did.
I just remember yelling at him about being so unhappy about my grades, my lax attitude in searching for a career, my hobbies, just so many different things that finally had thrown me off the edge and unleashed the darker side of me where my spite and hatred and biting words resided.
I forgot what happened after that, but I do know that that dream was probably a mixed sign that I need to be a bit more responsible on things and be a bit more open about my true feelings, but if I did, then I'd sure I'd be kvetching whenever I'm irate, anyways, socializing isn't my thing.
Dream 1- I was on fictionpress checking my account [which is as good as dead] and found that someone actually reviewed one of my stories. I was amazed and puzzled because it was the new story I wrote just last night and at that, I only had the story line down so there was really no story.
The person wrote, "I just loved this story! I can't wait to see another!" with a bunch of little bubble symbols next to the end of the comment.
What puzzled me even more was that the story was titled ~V~, I just remember being in shock and then that's it.
Dream 2- A fairly long, bland dream. I was at my middle school, leaving it. I went to the bus loop converted car ramp and realized as I walked through the sea of cars that my parents forgot me.
I pulled out my cellphone and was about to call them when I saw Rai-chan [she'd kill me if she saw me using this alias of hers] and asked for a ride. Her mom said sure so I hopped in, avoided her brother and found a baby in there, a new little bro for Rai-chan. He was crying as I held him gently, his skin was strangely inflamed and his eyes closed, skin red from the swelling. I knew that Rai-chan and her family were very grand care-takers of their family members so was puzzled as to how the child was ill.
They asked if I needed to call my dad to let him know that I'm all right, since we went to go to the theaters, and I decided not to call him.
Later on I find myself yelling at him for yelling at me about being irresponsible.
"It doesn't matter if I ask or not! You're always unhappy with everything I do so at least if you're going to be angry with me then have a good reason," I bellowed. That made sense, if you were bound to be yelled at, let it be over something that actually is irresponsible, like what I did.
I just remember yelling at him about being so unhappy about my grades, my lax attitude in searching for a career, my hobbies, just so many different things that finally had thrown me off the edge and unleashed the darker side of me where my spite and hatred and biting words resided.
I forgot what happened after that, but I do know that that dream was probably a mixed sign that I need to be a bit more responsible on things and be a bit more open about my true feelings, but if I did, then I'd sure I'd be kvetching whenever I'm irate, anyways, socializing isn't my thing.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
02.20.07
I'm feeling both happy and sad about my dreams I had last night. I remember 4 of them, well, I remember that I had four.
Dream 1 or 2- A short dream, a False Awakening that I fell for. I don't remember the waking up part or the getting dressed and washing my face, but I guess I did because I was cursing at the coffee maker remembering that I didn't need to make coffee today [always goes out for Starbucks when someone else is paying for it]. Then the dream ended.
Dream 1 or 2- Searching for someone or thing, I saw Blathier there from FFXXII again [I love the way they did his clothing and just overall looks, amazing that they could do that and make it look pretty realistic-ish]. I forgot what it was, but when I became lucid, I remembered that I had some goals that I wanted to achieve [such as finding my DG] but, alas, I couldn't remember what they were, so I wasted that dream looking for someone/thing.
Dream 3- I was in a place [so descriptive] with autumn trees shedding their red leaves, still looking for something/one I didn't become lucid but I have a feeling that I was looking for the same thing. I was wearing my black jacket, and well, looking for that thing or person, but I never found it and the dream faded too quickly for me to be lucid.
Dream 4- I remembered this perfectly this morning! But I've forgotten most of it because I was finishing up some homework. I was, yet again, searching for something/one [goodness, do I really lack the creativity to have a dream that isn't like the others?!?] I know it went all Harvestmoony on me halfway through the dream and I was so happy [I'm such a Harvestmoon freak at times, it was the 'Harvestmoon The Island I Develop With You' game, I think] and started running around and doing stuff to secure my funds for life there [plant rice and buy tools]
I was leaving one town to go to another when Valts stopped me, I forgot what went on from there but I went to the other town and woke up as soon as I became lucid [mainly because that's the time I usually wake up, half hour before my alarm]
I'm going to use one 100mg pill of B6 tonight to see if a more vivid lucid will help me become lucid easier, no melatonin so I don't cut down on my dream recall and or chances of gaining lucidity [I know it always affects the latter].
I think I'll make tonight's goals to eat some chocolate [cause I gave that up for Lent, not allowed by dad to give up coffee, I'm bitchy without it], meet Shin from Kagrra [I'm just curious as to how one tenacious person and one semi-tenacious person will act with each other], and/or find a Dream Asylum. I'm sure I can remember one of those three goals when lucid. I have gotten better, I did remember that I had goals while lucid [my biggest recent accomplishment yet].
Dream 1 or 2- A short dream, a False Awakening that I fell for. I don't remember the waking up part or the getting dressed and washing my face, but I guess I did because I was cursing at the coffee maker remembering that I didn't need to make coffee today [always goes out for Starbucks when someone else is paying for it]. Then the dream ended.
Dream 1 or 2- Searching for someone or thing, I saw Blathier there from FFXXII again [I love the way they did his clothing and just overall looks, amazing that they could do that and make it look pretty realistic-ish]. I forgot what it was, but when I became lucid, I remembered that I had some goals that I wanted to achieve [such as finding my DG] but, alas, I couldn't remember what they were, so I wasted that dream looking for someone/thing.
Dream 3- I was in a place [so descriptive] with autumn trees shedding their red leaves, still looking for something/one I didn't become lucid but I have a feeling that I was looking for the same thing. I was wearing my black jacket, and well, looking for that thing or person, but I never found it and the dream faded too quickly for me to be lucid.
Dream 4- I remembered this perfectly this morning! But I've forgotten most of it because I was finishing up some homework. I was, yet again, searching for something/one [goodness, do I really lack the creativity to have a dream that isn't like the others?!?] I know it went all Harvestmoony on me halfway through the dream and I was so happy [I'm such a Harvestmoon freak at times, it was the 'Harvestmoon The Island I Develop With You' game, I think] and started running around and doing stuff to secure my funds for life there [plant rice and buy tools]
I was leaving one town to go to another when Valts stopped me, I forgot what went on from there but I went to the other town and woke up as soon as I became lucid [mainly because that's the time I usually wake up, half hour before my alarm]
I'm going to use one 100mg pill of B6 tonight to see if a more vivid lucid will help me become lucid easier, no melatonin so I don't cut down on my dream recall and or chances of gaining lucidity [I know it always affects the latter].
I think I'll make tonight's goals to eat some chocolate [cause I gave that up for Lent, not allowed by dad to give up coffee, I'm bitchy without it], meet Shin from Kagrra [I'm just curious as to how one tenacious person and one semi-tenacious person will act with each other], and/or find a Dream Asylum. I'm sure I can remember one of those three goals when lucid. I have gotten better, I did remember that I had goals while lucid [my biggest recent accomplishment yet].
Monday, February 19, 2007
02.19.07
Blah, another non-lucid dream, the only thing that I learned from it was that some old friends that live elsewhere are a dream sign, or at least, Sam is a dream sign, blah.
I was with her and her father, and Sam was telling me about this new water theme park, a Disney one no less. I've never been the biggest fan of Disney land so that was nothing unusual. However, having a carnival/water park in the retention ponds in front of Wal-Mart is, too bad I didn't pick up on it.
We drove past it after going there for a bit, I didn't partake in any of the funky fun. We were out on the country-side, the real country-side, not the redneck kind you normally find in the States that remind me of hillbillies. The grains of dried grass were golden and a strange water travel thing was nearby.
I jumped into one, the person who was already in there didn't even bat an eyelash at me, and I jumped out when we were close to land which included a red-leaved tree and a few classmates of mine. We talked about the typical stuff we talk about, which the rest of the world out of our school-system would define as weird things [religion, philosophy, random things that were debatable, odd phobias, virtually anything that didn't pertain to celebrities and vanities]. I don't remember what I said to him, but I must of mentioned blood somewhere along the line because he went a few shades paler than usual, I think it had to do with why people can't have brain-transplants [he asked me so I answered].
Then the dream ended because I felt like waking up, that and I wanted to drown out the rancid flavor of grease, fast food joint food always trigger strange dreams for me, even strange lucids when I eat their food. The reason being is that I haven't eaten fast food regularly since middle school and my diet, without fast food, is virtually grease free so fast food will either make me sick [McDonald's] or triggers dreams [Burger King, Wendy's, etc.]. Yeah, I already know I'm strange but I've gotten over my strange reactions and sense of taste when it comes to food [like ketchup tastes sweet to me, just like icing, so it grosses me out but ice cream doesn't bug me one bit].
[Edit] I just remembered something that does occur often which can trigger lucids, like in WILDs, something I forgot to focus on and made me start off non-lucid, HI [hyper imagery is what it means, I think]. I saw a brightly lit room with a white lamp that was off, a white bed, and a white wall with a window that showed a tree swaying in the wind. Not sure how it's important, but since I've never been good at WILDing anything similar to it that I accomplish is a great feat for me. [though I didn't really accomplish anything since I wasn't lucid]
I was with her and her father, and Sam was telling me about this new water theme park, a Disney one no less. I've never been the biggest fan of Disney land so that was nothing unusual. However, having a carnival/water park in the retention ponds in front of Wal-Mart is, too bad I didn't pick up on it.
We drove past it after going there for a bit, I didn't partake in any of the funky fun. We were out on the country-side, the real country-side, not the redneck kind you normally find in the States that remind me of hillbillies. The grains of dried grass were golden and a strange water travel thing was nearby.
I jumped into one, the person who was already in there didn't even bat an eyelash at me, and I jumped out when we were close to land which included a red-leaved tree and a few classmates of mine. We talked about the typical stuff we talk about, which the rest of the world out of our school-system would define as weird things [religion, philosophy, random things that were debatable, odd phobias, virtually anything that didn't pertain to celebrities and vanities]. I don't remember what I said to him, but I must of mentioned blood somewhere along the line because he went a few shades paler than usual, I think it had to do with why people can't have brain-transplants [he asked me so I answered].
Then the dream ended because I felt like waking up, that and I wanted to drown out the rancid flavor of grease, fast food joint food always trigger strange dreams for me, even strange lucids when I eat their food. The reason being is that I haven't eaten fast food regularly since middle school and my diet, without fast food, is virtually grease free so fast food will either make me sick [McDonald's] or triggers dreams [Burger King, Wendy's, etc.]. Yeah, I already know I'm strange but I've gotten over my strange reactions and sense of taste when it comes to food [like ketchup tastes sweet to me, just like icing, so it grosses me out but ice cream doesn't bug me one bit].
[Edit] I just remembered something that does occur often which can trigger lucids, like in WILDs, something I forgot to focus on and made me start off non-lucid, HI [hyper imagery is what it means, I think]. I saw a brightly lit room with a white lamp that was off, a white bed, and a white wall with a window that showed a tree swaying in the wind. Not sure how it's important, but since I've never been good at WILDing anything similar to it that I accomplish is a great feat for me. [though I didn't really accomplish anything since I wasn't lucid]
Sunday, February 18, 2007
02.18.07
Sorry for not posting my other dreams, I had them, but I'm just lazy with turning on the computer in my room or writing it down [such a bad girl]
Last nights dream was long, rather hazy [was too sleepy] and kind of interesting.
It started with me being with the Oakes and that should have been a dead give away that I was dreaming, I haven't lived with them for about five years now and they've moved up North to a Red State, but anyways. I was with my friend and her dad, preparing for the end of the world, hah that's moderately funny [in a cynical/religious way]. I blanked out on all that happened with them but what I remember after that was rather odd.
We were in a Venice with murky, overflowing water that filled the sidewalks and canals [no duh], we being me, my step-father, a guy that reminds me of Blathier from FFXII, and a friend of mine. The Blathier look-alike was acting as our guide through the city to take us somewhere that would lead us to safety.
"They don't like Goths," he warned, for some reason that made me uncomfortable.
I looked down at my neck to find my favorite/only choker around my neck remembering how a classmate called it emo and my father called it Goth. I hid it underneath my hair [I was wearing a maroon shirt and a white woolen jacket similar to the one of my classmates steal from me to look metro to scare off some people].
We trudged through the water, I can remember the way it tugged at my soaked clothes and how it matched the alley's earth-toned brick walls. We travelled South, West, then South again, I can remember the map layout quite clearly, for some reason at certain points of the map it was labeled 'Among.'
At one point I attempted to convince Sato-kun to come with me, who knows how I found him there, but he refused to go.
"There's nothing for me there," he kept telling me, so I let him be.
Darn, I can't remember past that but I do know that we found a boat, took it, and ended up somewhere and that's where it blanks out on me. I should have written it down...
Last nights dream was long, rather hazy [was too sleepy] and kind of interesting.
It started with me being with the Oakes and that should have been a dead give away that I was dreaming, I haven't lived with them for about five years now and they've moved up North to a Red State, but anyways. I was with my friend and her dad, preparing for the end of the world, hah that's moderately funny [in a cynical/religious way]. I blanked out on all that happened with them but what I remember after that was rather odd.
We were in a Venice with murky, overflowing water that filled the sidewalks and canals [no duh], we being me, my step-father, a guy that reminds me of Blathier from FFXII, and a friend of mine. The Blathier look-alike was acting as our guide through the city to take us somewhere that would lead us to safety.
"They don't like Goths," he warned, for some reason that made me uncomfortable.
I looked down at my neck to find my favorite/only choker around my neck remembering how a classmate called it emo and my father called it Goth. I hid it underneath my hair [I was wearing a maroon shirt and a white woolen jacket similar to the one of my classmates steal from me to look metro to scare off some people].
We trudged through the water, I can remember the way it tugged at my soaked clothes and how it matched the alley's earth-toned brick walls. We travelled South, West, then South again, I can remember the map layout quite clearly, for some reason at certain points of the map it was labeled 'Among.'
At one point I attempted to convince Sato-kun to come with me, who knows how I found him there, but he refused to go.
"There's nothing for me there," he kept telling me, so I let him be.
Darn, I can't remember past that but I do know that we found a boat, took it, and ended up somewhere and that's where it blanks out on me. I should have written it down...
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
02.13.07
Thought I'd add in my short and non-lucid dream from Tuesday being that I'm sick, at home, and stuck filing medical expenses. Though, I really don't think it's worth posting it was so short.
I guess it was like a false awakening since I did get ready for school, but the alarm never went off, I didn't make coffee. All I did was get dressed and looked outside the patio to see it was 9AM [tentatively], the sky was wonderfully sky blue with three small clouds passing by without the racket of any of my neighbors.
I waited for my dad to get up and attempted to eat an apple while doing so from our fruit bowl. Since all the fruit in there was plastic, I attempted to bite into a fake rubber apple. For some reason, I tried to bite it again, it didn't taste of rubber and it did look fake, I even knew it was fake, but I persisted on. I managed to leave teeth marks on it and pinched a part of the apple skin together, tasting slightly of fresh apples. That's when the dream ended, thanks to my great sense of timing [it was about 5:18AM]. Ironically enough, not only am I not supposed to eat apples, I've disliked them since 7th grade because of their strange texture.
I guess it was like a false awakening since I did get ready for school, but the alarm never went off, I didn't make coffee. All I did was get dressed and looked outside the patio to see it was 9AM [tentatively], the sky was wonderfully sky blue with three small clouds passing by without the racket of any of my neighbors.
I waited for my dad to get up and attempted to eat an apple while doing so from our fruit bowl. Since all the fruit in there was plastic, I attempted to bite into a fake rubber apple. For some reason, I tried to bite it again, it didn't taste of rubber and it did look fake, I even knew it was fake, but I persisted on. I managed to leave teeth marks on it and pinched a part of the apple skin together, tasting slightly of fresh apples. That's when the dream ended, thanks to my great sense of timing [it was about 5:18AM]. Ironically enough, not only am I not supposed to eat apples, I've disliked them since 7th grade because of their strange texture.
02.14.07
Argh, I feel so sick... Stupid me... And on Valentine's Day too! [Shockingly enough the holiday I can't stand the most...]
Two dreams and they weren't lucid, no noticeable dreamsigns that I've already identified as Dreamsigns.
It's all fragments now but it started in a mall [maybe that is a dreamsign], with a guy, I don't remember who he was but he wasn't the guy from Monday's post... that really gets to me, his presence wasn't like that of any DC I've been with before... Anyways, I was at the mall, it was raining outside and no one could leave for some reason. The hotel with one free room wouldn't let me stay there. It gave off that haunted vibe and the guy who didn't let me stay there did too.
So, I spent the whole dream trying to get to that room.
In the next dream, I was like some weird heroic person who was in a super family of sorts. We were driving away in some yucky yellow car [yucky since yellow is a psychotically cheery color]. We went to someplace were I watched four babies. Creepily enough I understood every word they said thinking, "I need to read that article about baby cry meanings." I won't go into what they talked about, they were stupid things like who's mom is my mom and stuff like that.
My parents came back and I went out to the car. I pulled out a plastic bag full of chocolaty junk food. I remembered how my parents didn't want me to eat it since it might cause pimples [such a false thing, it's that one fatty chemical on M&Ms that can cause pimples and keep it from melting in your palm]. I was grabbing for a Milkway Bar when I pulled out some weird thing that said "Choco Creme." It made me lose my interest in the goodies so I tossed it in the bag and walked off. Then I woke up and 7AM feeling a bit better, then I ate lunch and was proven wrong.
On a randomly relevant note, I wonder who that guy from Monday's dream really was, I want to say that he could be my DG but I didn't ask his name or if he was so I don't know... if only I was as aware of my surroundings and surrounding people in my Dream life as I am IRL. Then I'd know if he were watching me in my older dreams... Darn it, I'm never going to find my DreamGuide at this rate... I at least should be able to remember to ask that much in my sleep. Grr...
Two dreams and they weren't lucid, no noticeable dreamsigns that I've already identified as Dreamsigns.
It's all fragments now but it started in a mall [maybe that is a dreamsign], with a guy, I don't remember who he was but he wasn't the guy from Monday's post... that really gets to me, his presence wasn't like that of any DC I've been with before... Anyways, I was at the mall, it was raining outside and no one could leave for some reason. The hotel with one free room wouldn't let me stay there. It gave off that haunted vibe and the guy who didn't let me stay there did too.
So, I spent the whole dream trying to get to that room.
In the next dream, I was like some weird heroic person who was in a super family of sorts. We were driving away in some yucky yellow car [yucky since yellow is a psychotically cheery color]. We went to someplace were I watched four babies. Creepily enough I understood every word they said thinking, "I need to read that article about baby cry meanings." I won't go into what they talked about, they were stupid things like who's mom is my mom and stuff like that.
My parents came back and I went out to the car. I pulled out a plastic bag full of chocolaty junk food. I remembered how my parents didn't want me to eat it since it might cause pimples [such a false thing, it's that one fatty chemical on M&Ms that can cause pimples and keep it from melting in your palm]. I was grabbing for a Milkway Bar when I pulled out some weird thing that said "Choco Creme." It made me lose my interest in the goodies so I tossed it in the bag and walked off. Then I woke up and 7AM feeling a bit better, then I ate lunch and was proven wrong.
On a randomly relevant note, I wonder who that guy from Monday's dream really was, I want to say that he could be my DG but I didn't ask his name or if he was so I don't know... if only I was as aware of my surroundings and surrounding people in my Dream life as I am IRL. Then I'd know if he were watching me in my older dreams... Darn it, I'm never going to find my DreamGuide at this rate... I at least should be able to remember to ask that much in my sleep. Grr...
Monday, February 12, 2007
02.12.07
Hah! What luck! Three dreams on a night where I did use Melatonin [Had school plus was feeling like a hyperactive piece of shit]. I wonder if Reiki had anything to do with either my foul mood or dreams... Too bad I lack a Reiki Master...
Dream 1-
Such a strange thing, I almost thought I was in Fennecs when I thought about it at 4:24 in the morning. It was desert land and I, along with three other people, two guys and a girl, were planing on going into a cave to defeat some beast. I think I was a warrior [had a sword], one guy was a spazzy warrior who was as strong as me, the other girl was an archer [level 43 I sensed which led me to being lucid], and the other guy was a warrior of sorts, he said he was no stronger than us but I sensed otherwise [he was like a 98 level immortal dude with a sexy broadsword that went with his sexy clothes of red and black that went with the serious but sexy him]. Don't ask what the levels were for, I had no idea.
We left the town in that desert, I had the map and led us to the cave. We found a giant monster, beat it and we were back at the town in the hotel that we left in that town. I thought that I could go do stuff while they waited in the room we shared.
I went down a sewer ladder similar to one I dreamt up Saturday [might post that Harvestmoon/rat sewer dream]. I hadn't learned my lesson yet that sewers were bad and almost died fighting strong monsters that could kick my butt any day [I wanted to fight little rats]. I would have died if I didn't know how to teleport out of a place like that. The Sexy guy found me and kind of healed me. "Are you sure that you're not stronger than us," I questioned and he responded "yes" rather coldly to me. [I might have said 'different from us' instead of 'stronger' but it's fuzzy now, I can't remember the guy's face and it took me all of bio to remember my first dream]
I became lucid when our teammates came, noticing their/our differences in strength in comparison to his. [It was like aura sensing I think which happened to me in church that day after attempting to sense my aura's dips, I instead sensed and jumped when a girl walked to and sat behind me, and no I didn't hear her]
We were going back to that cave. "You guys know how to defeat him right," I questioned, after last time's fight I didn't feel like wasting extra money for more potions.
"???" the warrior and archer looked at me funny.
The Sexy guy however, explained to them what happened last time and how to defeat that monster for good, which was to defeat it four times in a row.
"Oh...okay," responded the archer as her puzzled look was replaced with a blissful smile. The other guy just accepted it as is.
It puzzled me since no one but me and the Sexy guy remembered a thing about fighting the monster earlier. He felt different from the others too, stronger and just, different. I was staring at him for a bit, trying to figure things out but then we needed to fight that monster again.
We were back at the hotel and I honestly didn't want to fight the monster, it was getting stronger every time we fought it. So, I memorized the map, snuck off and ran for my life past the cave, heading North East where I stole some one's boat to go to an island that was marked on the map.
Along the way, near the island's shore, I caught a flying fish and failed at catching another one. I was enjoying the blissful life when my dream went to 3rd POV and I saw the archer girl in a city on the Continent North of where I was. The Sexy guy found her and I don't remember what he asked her but they went off to either find me or the other guy, I don't remember the words they spoke so blah.
Dream2-
Another lucid dream! It started out with some narrator, maybe it was me, talking about Digimon [such a weird dreamsign and yes, I've realized it is a dreamsign after remembering that long dream of me being kidnapped in a Digimon based dream] and stuff as I walked home. When I got into my apartment, I put my tan bag down and either answered or called a classmate on the phone [I think it's the former].
The girl on the phone with me was asking me if my fax machine was sending me any pictures. I went to it and it was, four, I told her. Two Digimon, one a hot guy, and another one I don't remember all in perfectly done in ball point pen ink with intricate backgrounds and a code number at the bottom. I asked her if there were any names on the bottom, "nope." Neither did I. But on the bottom there were number codes, I tried to memorize one until my friend bugged me so I hung up on her. [I memorized only a 104F on a thing with 104F--- ---- ----------]
I found myself later on kidnapped by a guy with a funnily shaped chin and a servant/guard of his. He made me a slave, just by declaring me a prisoner of war. I got angry at him and refused to get him anything, but my anger soon went away since we were stuck on a giant plane and I had no way off of there.
I went to get an apple for the brat, his looks improved thanks to my three attempts to change his looks, his chin was fixed but he still had a slightly overly pudgy face. A servant girl warned me to get the best looking one possible. I did, finding one that was a delicate plum colored one with a wondrous sheen. Though when I went to the room with the servant girl in there, it turned apple green. I ditched it and ran to get another one, thinking of the guy on that picture, wondering if I could either summon him or make the kidnapper look like that.
When I went back to the room with the servant girl, this time the guy in the drawing appeared in a midnight blue cloak, running to my master with a sword. The servant girl was on his side and did nothing to stop him so I ran after him. I came too late as the guy, now with a cute Asian face and dark hair, which made him cute in my book since he no longer looked weird, was bleeding from the stomach.
The assailant left and I only sat there dumbly as the guard/servant guy applied pressure to the wound.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt," I asked [how stupid, he's bleeding from the stomach and I ask if he's okay]
He smiled. "I'm fine," he had to be too with how much of a glow his face was giving off. That dream ended since I woke up at 4:20 AM.
Dream 3-
Non-lucid and happened when I went back to bed for about an hour.
I was at a table outside, where some classmates sat with me. They were all bad talking me and though I was offended, I defended myself calmly and bit my tongue on several occasions.
When the preppy one who had made me rather irate left, I calmed and asked a friend if they'd like a crumpet [I think that's what it was] since she said she was starved.
"But I can't eat butter," she said, for religious reasons of course.
"It's I-Can't-Believe-It's-Not-Butter so here you go," I responded, giving her the half I wasn't munching on. She was happy, I was happy, then I woke up ten minutes before my alarm went off.
Dream 1-
Such a strange thing, I almost thought I was in Fennecs when I thought about it at 4:24 in the morning. It was desert land and I, along with three other people, two guys and a girl, were planing on going into a cave to defeat some beast. I think I was a warrior [had a sword], one guy was a spazzy warrior who was as strong as me, the other girl was an archer [level 43 I sensed which led me to being lucid], and the other guy was a warrior of sorts, he said he was no stronger than us but I sensed otherwise [he was like a 98 level immortal dude with a sexy broadsword that went with his sexy clothes of red and black that went with the serious but sexy him]. Don't ask what the levels were for, I had no idea.
We left the town in that desert, I had the map and led us to the cave. We found a giant monster, beat it and we were back at the town in the hotel that we left in that town. I thought that I could go do stuff while they waited in the room we shared.
I went down a sewer ladder similar to one I dreamt up Saturday [might post that Harvestmoon/rat sewer dream]. I hadn't learned my lesson yet that sewers were bad and almost died fighting strong monsters that could kick my butt any day [I wanted to fight little rats]. I would have died if I didn't know how to teleport out of a place like that. The Sexy guy found me and kind of healed me. "Are you sure that you're not stronger than us," I questioned and he responded "yes" rather coldly to me. [I might have said 'different from us' instead of 'stronger' but it's fuzzy now, I can't remember the guy's face and it took me all of bio to remember my first dream]
I became lucid when our teammates came, noticing their/our differences in strength in comparison to his. [It was like aura sensing I think which happened to me in church that day after attempting to sense my aura's dips, I instead sensed and jumped when a girl walked to and sat behind me, and no I didn't hear her]
We were going back to that cave. "You guys know how to defeat him right," I questioned, after last time's fight I didn't feel like wasting extra money for more potions.
"???" the warrior and archer looked at me funny.
The Sexy guy however, explained to them what happened last time and how to defeat that monster for good, which was to defeat it four times in a row.
"Oh...okay," responded the archer as her puzzled look was replaced with a blissful smile. The other guy just accepted it as is.
It puzzled me since no one but me and the Sexy guy remembered a thing about fighting the monster earlier. He felt different from the others too, stronger and just, different. I was staring at him for a bit, trying to figure things out but then we needed to fight that monster again.
We were back at the hotel and I honestly didn't want to fight the monster, it was getting stronger every time we fought it. So, I memorized the map, snuck off and ran for my life past the cave, heading North East where I stole some one's boat to go to an island that was marked on the map.
Along the way, near the island's shore, I caught a flying fish and failed at catching another one. I was enjoying the blissful life when my dream went to 3rd POV and I saw the archer girl in a city on the Continent North of where I was. The Sexy guy found her and I don't remember what he asked her but they went off to either find me or the other guy, I don't remember the words they spoke so blah.
Dream2-
Another lucid dream! It started out with some narrator, maybe it was me, talking about Digimon [such a weird dreamsign and yes, I've realized it is a dreamsign after remembering that long dream of me being kidnapped in a Digimon based dream] and stuff as I walked home. When I got into my apartment, I put my tan bag down and either answered or called a classmate on the phone [I think it's the former].
The girl on the phone with me was asking me if my fax machine was sending me any pictures. I went to it and it was, four, I told her. Two Digimon, one a hot guy, and another one I don't remember all in perfectly done in ball point pen ink with intricate backgrounds and a code number at the bottom. I asked her if there were any names on the bottom, "nope." Neither did I. But on the bottom there were number codes, I tried to memorize one until my friend bugged me so I hung up on her. [I memorized only a 104F on a thing with 104F--- ---- ----------]
I found myself later on kidnapped by a guy with a funnily shaped chin and a servant/guard of his. He made me a slave, just by declaring me a prisoner of war. I got angry at him and refused to get him anything, but my anger soon went away since we were stuck on a giant plane and I had no way off of there.
I went to get an apple for the brat, his looks improved thanks to my three attempts to change his looks, his chin was fixed but he still had a slightly overly pudgy face. A servant girl warned me to get the best looking one possible. I did, finding one that was a delicate plum colored one with a wondrous sheen. Though when I went to the room with the servant girl in there, it turned apple green. I ditched it and ran to get another one, thinking of the guy on that picture, wondering if I could either summon him or make the kidnapper look like that.
When I went back to the room with the servant girl, this time the guy in the drawing appeared in a midnight blue cloak, running to my master with a sword. The servant girl was on his side and did nothing to stop him so I ran after him. I came too late as the guy, now with a cute Asian face and dark hair, which made him cute in my book since he no longer looked weird, was bleeding from the stomach.
The assailant left and I only sat there dumbly as the guard/servant guy applied pressure to the wound.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt," I asked [how stupid, he's bleeding from the stomach and I ask if he's okay]
He smiled. "I'm fine," he had to be too with how much of a glow his face was giving off. That dream ended since I woke up at 4:20 AM.
Dream 3-
Non-lucid and happened when I went back to bed for about an hour.
I was at a table outside, where some classmates sat with me. They were all bad talking me and though I was offended, I defended myself calmly and bit my tongue on several occasions.
When the preppy one who had made me rather irate left, I calmed and asked a friend if they'd like a crumpet [I think that's what it was] since she said she was starved.
"But I can't eat butter," she said, for religious reasons of course.
"It's I-Can't-Believe-It's-Not-Butter so here you go," I responded, giving her the half I wasn't munching on. She was happy, I was happy, then I woke up ten minutes before my alarm went off.
Friday, February 9, 2007
02.09.07
What a weirdly stupid dream... I was lucid but I've decided that I'll only control my dreams if I don't like how my dream's trying to make me do.
I was a mother/caretaker of two toddlers. It was morning and I was getting ready for something. The two boys were being terrible, and I hate down right rebellious little kids only because they never realize how much their actions can PO a person. Stupid brat peed on me and I almost hurt him, then I realized that would be wrong when I saw the temporary scared look on his face, so I changed his diaper again [why a four year old isn't potty trained wasn't my concern] and went to clean myself up. I came out of my parents bathroom and realized I was dreaming when I saw a Digimon digivice, I think [I used to love that show as a kid].
I went to the front of my house's entrance door, which became a mansion and my sister was getting ready. The mansion was one of those sort of classical styled mansions with a bleak monochromatic color scheme of white and black hues/tints.
We both had brown/blonde hair [streaked], she was in a gray jacket with punkish clothes and I was in some weird outfit I'd never be caught wearing in real life [a moderately optimistic outfit]. She was a Junior, I, a freshman.
"Where ya going," I asked.
"Somewhere fun," she responded.
I'd never squeal on her for skipping, it was just our rule.
She drove off somewhere and I went off to some school thing that exempted me from class, it was like a club full of upper class men. Apparently, that fun 'thing' was pranking the club I was in and a lot of crap that messed up the room happened there. I was yelling, "How can you do this to me," mentally. I used my super speed to help clean up the place super fast and no DC seemed to take that as odd.
I was home and walked up one set of stairs before staring at the others. I knew that these stairs would be facing down [because I doubted they would be up]. So I closed my eyes and imagined that they'd be going up to the second floor. They were, but I doubted that so the image wavered and I thought about it again and ran up the stairs quickly, since the steps were a bit shaky. [PS, unless you can become lucid really easily, closing your eyes is never a good thing if you even have the slightest thought that the scenery might change on you]
I went up to her room, which would be similar to my idealistic room, canopy bed, messy with parchment paper everywhere and some stuff randomly decorating the room. We talked for a bit and she repented, which for some reason left me happy, no longing for revenge or stuff like that.
I went to my room, and by then I could sense I was going to wake up soon, so I stared out of my window to get a good view of the place. The last thing I saw before I woke up was an old woman falling down.
"Can you help me up," she asked. I spitefully, and possibly evilly, laughed at her as I was leaving my REM, she really did remind me of a person I can't stand. [And no, IRL I am not mean to the elderly, impatient yes, but mean to them in any conscious way, no]
I was a mother/caretaker of two toddlers. It was morning and I was getting ready for something. The two boys were being terrible, and I hate down right rebellious little kids only because they never realize how much their actions can PO a person. Stupid brat peed on me and I almost hurt him, then I realized that would be wrong when I saw the temporary scared look on his face, so I changed his diaper again [why a four year old isn't potty trained wasn't my concern] and went to clean myself up. I came out of my parents bathroom and realized I was dreaming when I saw a Digimon digivice, I think [I used to love that show as a kid].
I went to the front of my house's entrance door, which became a mansion and my sister was getting ready. The mansion was one of those sort of classical styled mansions with a bleak monochromatic color scheme of white and black hues/tints.
We both had brown/blonde hair [streaked], she was in a gray jacket with punkish clothes and I was in some weird outfit I'd never be caught wearing in real life [a moderately optimistic outfit]. She was a Junior, I, a freshman.
"Where ya going," I asked.
"Somewhere fun," she responded.
I'd never squeal on her for skipping, it was just our rule.
She drove off somewhere and I went off to some school thing that exempted me from class, it was like a club full of upper class men. Apparently, that fun 'thing' was pranking the club I was in and a lot of crap that messed up the room happened there. I was yelling, "How can you do this to me," mentally. I used my super speed to help clean up the place super fast and no DC seemed to take that as odd.
I was home and walked up one set of stairs before staring at the others. I knew that these stairs would be facing down [because I doubted they would be up]. So I closed my eyes and imagined that they'd be going up to the second floor. They were, but I doubted that so the image wavered and I thought about it again and ran up the stairs quickly, since the steps were a bit shaky. [PS, unless you can become lucid really easily, closing your eyes is never a good thing if you even have the slightest thought that the scenery might change on you]
I went up to her room, which would be similar to my idealistic room, canopy bed, messy with parchment paper everywhere and some stuff randomly decorating the room. We talked for a bit and she repented, which for some reason left me happy, no longing for revenge or stuff like that.
I went to my room, and by then I could sense I was going to wake up soon, so I stared out of my window to get a good view of the place. The last thing I saw before I woke up was an old woman falling down.
"Can you help me up," she asked. I spitefully, and possibly evilly, laughed at her as I was leaving my REM, she really did remind me of a person I can't stand. [And no, IRL I am not mean to the elderly, impatient yes, but mean to them in any conscious way, no]
Wednesday, February 7, 2007
02.06.07
Blah. I was in class, thinking about how to get from Lebron [In an Indian/Middle-Eastern style version of Australia] to some other city on the other side of the country while we were supposed to connect the natural geographic formations together which made Buddha.
"Maybe I should go that way... no that'd take even more time," I thought looking at the path. I saw three-five Lebron's on the map, me being in the Northern most one which was North-East of a few seas/lakes similar to that around the Mediterranean Sea.
I chose to go through some funky way that made me go through two other Lebron's to get to a Import/Export city that started with a G, take a ship there to get to another city on the shorelines of the waters and take one more to get to another city that was named the same thing as the first porting city to walk 500 miles to my destination. I have no idea how I was going to get there or if I had the money to do so, I didn't even think of those things I just though, "I don't know what I'll do if I get sea sick..."
So I left the school, made it to the next Lebron, was going to check into a hotel but saw a really cool biker dude and tried to follow him. I woke up after being lost and unable to find him, actually, he ended up finding me...
"Maybe I should go that way... no that'd take even more time," I thought looking at the path. I saw three-five Lebron's on the map, me being in the Northern most one which was North-East of a few seas/lakes similar to that around the Mediterranean Sea.
I chose to go through some funky way that made me go through two other Lebron's to get to a Import/Export city that started with a G, take a ship there to get to another city on the shorelines of the waters and take one more to get to another city that was named the same thing as the first porting city to walk 500 miles to my destination. I have no idea how I was going to get there or if I had the money to do so, I didn't even think of those things I just though, "I don't know what I'll do if I get sea sick..."
So I left the school, made it to the next Lebron, was going to check into a hotel but saw a really cool biker dude and tried to follow him. I woke up after being lost and unable to find him, actually, he ended up finding me...
02.07.07
Sorry I haven't been writing for a while, I've kept my hand written journal moderately up-to-date [though it lacks Sunday's, Monday's, and last nights dream]. I'll post the rest today so that I don't make this dream journal blog [and journal] inefficient.
Last night's dream wasn't so wild, though it's setting was based on a haunted house/home I used to dream about a few times in my sleep last year. I got there by pressing a portable button similar to an easy button, teleporting 100 or so other people with me [no older than myself]. The haunted house had been shut down [good for me] and had been robbed of all its creepy stuff. Instead it was covered in cheap Valentine hearts and toliet paper, but for some reason, my fear of the place hadn't left me. [That's fairly reasonable since I'm paranoid beyond reason and become even more so thinking about a haunted house during the daytime or night]
So everyone explored it, I walked with a few friends down its long halls, freaking out when I saw a black zero move on a door before it opened slightly. A hand robbed the door of the zero, and put two red magnetic letters on it [an A and B I think]. I didn't say anything about it, but it still bothered me.
I led people to the dead end where seven or so doors sat, I remembered the old things in them and how those attempted murders [of me] took place in almost each of them so I flew back to the main area [the entrance similar to a giant cafeteria]. We counted to have about 129 people with us and since we wanted to split into groups of three that wouldn't work since we'd have one group of two [translating into the fact that one head was counted twice].
I found Bri in there, not wanting to go back there. I realized then that she was the 'hand' at that door. We talked a bit then I flew around the place teasing people since they didn't know how I could fly [I've like mastered the skill to the point of flying perfectly with my eyes closed]. Then I flew out of the cafeteria, into the town, up to a hill where a bookstore and a few other stores were. I looked at some of the books, all of them childish or boring.
I decided to go back to the cafeteria and jumped off of the hills [which had railings on the top since it was extremely steep and cliff-like] I fell three or four feet before I took flight. The end [really, what a pointless non-lucid dream, it was fall there and it must have been up North since the leaves were orange/red]
Last night's dream wasn't so wild, though it's setting was based on a haunted house/home I used to dream about a few times in my sleep last year. I got there by pressing a portable button similar to an easy button, teleporting 100 or so other people with me [no older than myself]. The haunted house had been shut down [good for me] and had been robbed of all its creepy stuff. Instead it was covered in cheap Valentine hearts and toliet paper, but for some reason, my fear of the place hadn't left me. [That's fairly reasonable since I'm paranoid beyond reason and become even more so thinking about a haunted house during the daytime or night]
So everyone explored it, I walked with a few friends down its long halls, freaking out when I saw a black zero move on a door before it opened slightly. A hand robbed the door of the zero, and put two red magnetic letters on it [an A and B I think]. I didn't say anything about it, but it still bothered me.
I led people to the dead end where seven or so doors sat, I remembered the old things in them and how those attempted murders [of me] took place in almost each of them so I flew back to the main area [the entrance similar to a giant cafeteria]. We counted to have about 129 people with us and since we wanted to split into groups of three that wouldn't work since we'd have one group of two [translating into the fact that one head was counted twice].
I found Bri in there, not wanting to go back there. I realized then that she was the 'hand' at that door. We talked a bit then I flew around the place teasing people since they didn't know how I could fly [I've like mastered the skill to the point of flying perfectly with my eyes closed]. Then I flew out of the cafeteria, into the town, up to a hill where a bookstore and a few other stores were. I looked at some of the books, all of them childish or boring.
I decided to go back to the cafeteria and jumped off of the hills [which had railings on the top since it was extremely steep and cliff-like] I fell three or four feet before I took flight. The end [really, what a pointless non-lucid dream, it was fall there and it must have been up North since the leaves were orange/red]
Thursday, February 1, 2007
02.01.07
This was one long ### odd dream. Not odd like weird-weird, just normal weird because it was so plain and LD free.
I was at a party in some ritzy RV park [do they even have those?] and all pissy at a DC for hitting on me, guess I wasn't in the mood for some creepy troll to bug me. I was pissy enough to remove his gray foot stool, aka, metal fold-up chair from him to sit down and eat my cake. This party was wack, I knew that as a fact, I knew some people there, classmates, but they weren't the kind of people I associated myself with; rich, preppy, optomistic people that play lacrosse.
One of my classmates walked up to me, a blonde with blue eyes who surpasses me in height and intellect with ease. I was in a black dress, one that I wore to the Winter Ball, and she was in a dress.. I can't remember the color or design but I knew I knew it when I wrote the first half of this in my DJ this morning. Anyways, she began asking me questions.
At first they were harmless ones you'd ask for small talk or whatever, but then she asked me some moderately personal things such as am I a virgin. I asnwered yes, offended that she, a person I've been aquaintances with since 5th grade, would ask. She said she was one too and began asking more questions, I guess I hid my shock well or she couldn't read body language for the life of her.
She suddenly stopped asking questions when she saw the cut marks on my right arm. I think I extended it for her to get a good look. Her eyes grew wide and she mouthed a silent gasp. I had no idea what the big deal was and acted indifferent to towards the sitaution, though inwardly I wondered if she'd tell people about my secret. She didn't. Instead she left to eat some pink jello [pink lemonade flavor I pressume].
I left the RV, was sudddenly in normal clothes, trying to leave the RV park. We did, and that's gotten to be a blurry moment, all I learned from it was that we were in Pensilvania or North Carolina, one or the other.
When we on the road, going down a valley/mountain side, I leanred that my mother was a dangerous driver in this 'world.' On the highway she dodged opposing traffic to 'quicken' our ride to some fancy hotel near the ocean where it was sunny and warm, and on a cliff. All it did to me was quicken my heartbeat as she successfully dodged traffic.
We got there and my father tried to park our red truck [trucks are grody] by trapping our front right tire beteen a large bump in the parking lot and the pavement.
In the hotel we met up with my little sister who looked only slightly older than I remembered her and my grandfather. My mom said to not do anything stupid. So I went to the showers which were all on one floor [who knows where my family members ran off to]. I got into a warm shower and learned afterwards that my clothes were gone. No worries though since that floor must have been a nude zone, really weird. I walked around that floor shamelessly, it was as hot as a suana in there. I woke up after looking around a bit. I did see a guy wearing only boxers and shirt cuffs sipping champage. I'm sure I saw more, but I don't remember or care. I did find it odd though that nobody paid attention to whether or not someone was naked or clothed, save for me.
I was at a party in some ritzy RV park [do they even have those?] and all pissy at a DC for hitting on me, guess I wasn't in the mood for some creepy troll to bug me. I was pissy enough to remove his gray foot stool, aka, metal fold-up chair from him to sit down and eat my cake. This party was wack, I knew that as a fact, I knew some people there, classmates, but they weren't the kind of people I associated myself with; rich, preppy, optomistic people that play lacrosse.
One of my classmates walked up to me, a blonde with blue eyes who surpasses me in height and intellect with ease. I was in a black dress, one that I wore to the Winter Ball, and she was in a dress.. I can't remember the color or design but I knew I knew it when I wrote the first half of this in my DJ this morning. Anyways, she began asking me questions.
At first they were harmless ones you'd ask for small talk or whatever, but then she asked me some moderately personal things such as am I a virgin. I asnwered yes, offended that she, a person I've been aquaintances with since 5th grade, would ask. She said she was one too and began asking more questions, I guess I hid my shock well or she couldn't read body language for the life of her.
She suddenly stopped asking questions when she saw the cut marks on my right arm. I think I extended it for her to get a good look. Her eyes grew wide and she mouthed a silent gasp. I had no idea what the big deal was and acted indifferent to towards the sitaution, though inwardly I wondered if she'd tell people about my secret. She didn't. Instead she left to eat some pink jello [pink lemonade flavor I pressume].
I left the RV, was sudddenly in normal clothes, trying to leave the RV park. We did, and that's gotten to be a blurry moment, all I learned from it was that we were in Pensilvania or North Carolina, one or the other.
When we on the road, going down a valley/mountain side, I leanred that my mother was a dangerous driver in this 'world.' On the highway she dodged opposing traffic to 'quicken' our ride to some fancy hotel near the ocean where it was sunny and warm, and on a cliff. All it did to me was quicken my heartbeat as she successfully dodged traffic.
We got there and my father tried to park our red truck [trucks are grody] by trapping our front right tire beteen a large bump in the parking lot and the pavement.
In the hotel we met up with my little sister who looked only slightly older than I remembered her and my grandfather. My mom said to not do anything stupid. So I went to the showers which were all on one floor [who knows where my family members ran off to]. I got into a warm shower and learned afterwards that my clothes were gone. No worries though since that floor must have been a nude zone, really weird. I walked around that floor shamelessly, it was as hot as a suana in there. I woke up after looking around a bit. I did see a guy wearing only boxers and shirt cuffs sipping champage. I'm sure I saw more, but I don't remember or care. I did find it odd though that nobody paid attention to whether or not someone was naked or clothed, save for me.
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