I had one, non-lucid dream, a long, long one. I but, that's typical for me when I go back to sleeping [didn't have time to sleep Thursday night so I wasn't in the mood to post Wednesday's long, possibly extremely shortly lucid dream].
I was in the car with my carpool people, well, just the carpool and his dad. We were getting tickets to fly to "Flying Glades" or somewhere that was in Northern Florida. Getting to the airport to get the tickets was... special. We drove around giant trees and were swung around by giant forest vines that wrapped around the car.
"Where are we going," I asked, since it wasn't the typical route to the airport.
"It's a shortcut," the father responded.
He may have said that, but once we were back on the road and in sight of the airport I bluntly stated, "from the amount of time it took for the vines to whiplash us all the way here, we could of been here by just going through the rings that that you down the tree." [Mind you, but that'd mean trusting a bunch of floating and glowing golden loops to guide you, in mid-air, down a tree by going around it several times.] They shrugged it off and I spent the rest of the car ride asking my carpool who's playing in the football game we were going to watch.
At the airport, which for a ticket counter had a movie theater's snack bar, the cashier glared at me as they bought our tickets for tapping a small case of lemon heads. You've of thought I was a thief or something.
Without a real need to go, I ran off to the bathroom to find it stall-less. [Which reminds me of a question a friend asked me relevant to this scene] I went to the bathroom anyways, not feeling self-conscious in the least bit.
There, I met up with Sam and ran around the airport that had magically become her home. She showed me around their new home. I really liked their backyard that was fenced near the lake, the yard was filled to the brim with water, sea plants, and tropical fish. [Suiting since it was fish Friday]
We talked a bit, then she went elsewhere. With nothing better to do, I ran off to a few empty rooms, each time, rather indifferently, thinking about suicide. Many different methods came to mind, though, none I was really for [cutting, hanging, jumping wouldn't work, no pills or poisons around, blah, blah, blah].
With the subduing thought that I could always think of a better way later, I went off to search for my friend. I found her father while searching and he said a few things to me, I left him after that.
I found my friend, we argued a bit then we somehow end up in a stone tower with pane-less and glassless windows on every floor and an elevator in place of stairs. A little kid was with me and we went up to the top floor where the magician/owner of the tower was trying to flood it with water and I'm thinking, " How's he going to flood this place? Oh well, it's going through the cracks and windows, I'm gonna drown in this flooded tower anyways." What a cracked up dream.
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Saturday, March 31, 2007
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
03.28.07
I had one long dream, no lucid, though I guess I was close as I was beginning to realize certain things.
Dream-
It started with me, a large manor of a house, and a giant pool in the middle of everything. My parents were on vacation and put me in charge of our new home. Me, being the responsible person I am, converted my wing of the house into my job's secret agent mini-headquarters for us to work sleep and eat in. [I think it was a Russian-American spy relations thing 'cause it gave off that Russian air with a bit of American flair]
I go up to the second floor via tiny, marble elevator made of marble walls, it was really small, though the polished marble was pretty... Well, before I could say anything, one of my college's shouted out, "You need to catch that man already! If you don't make a move he'll get away!"
So we both went after the guy in a strange airport. We lose him for a bit so, while I'm still being yelled at, I run up a ramp (still inside the airport) into the air plane (which is in the airport). I find a server who I wouldn't have suspected if it weren't for the Hawaiian sunset boxer/shorts with a tag that said some Biblical verse on it that I read aloud. He freaked out and I realized it was him.
Back at home.base, I'm still being scolded by my higher ups. [I could describe the scenery but it was kind of odd, navy blue tile, black desks, white and gray walls, cafe tables substituting dining tables, wall-less offices and some bed 'rooms' that were made with only three walls as well, two guys, two girls there, including me] A gruff, red-head, gun loving woman kept telling me that I'm good at what I do, but I'm just "too damn lazy to get anything done."
They didn't assign a mission for me right away so I sung out, "I'm making sweet potato curry for diner tonight!" She groans and the guys just ignore me. [I actually thought this was all real and my thoughts didn't help, I was thinking about the guy who made sweet potato curry while he was on his polyphasic sleep trials and other thoughts that I'd only get in real life]
I ran out to where the pool was to go to the fridge and couldn't seem to find anything I needed. I walked back calmly, the random spurt of cheer gone. Stopping as I crossed the pool, I noticed the little vacuum pool cleaner was on and shocked that the drain wasn't fully covered [it was near the moving vacuum]. I looked at the giant pool cleaner/cerulean deposit area that looked like a pool itself. "I don't think that was there before," I thought. I almost became lucid thinking about how I live in an apartment complex and don't own a pool but dream logic reasoned, 'but we just moved here of course we'd have a pool.' To believe this all occurred while I was staring at the cleaner thing.
I go back to my wing and we have another case, I had to stop a woman called , "Nako" [who I kept calling Nanako thinking I was saying Nako]. I went undercover and tried to be a random passerby-er who began to talk to her. She got angry, she seemed to have known me from somewhere long ago but I couldn't remember, so that made her all bitchy. She ran off.
Later, after attempting to sneak into her house and visiting one of my male [smoker] colleges for help, I found myself trying to climb up a fire escape ladder.
'Wait a minute, if I just believe, I can grow wings,' I thought, possibly semi-aware that this 'reality' wasn't the actual reality, but not realizing it was a dream. So out grew large, purple wings that vaguely resembled giant bat wings, minus the fuzz. I flew over the building, to find the famous singer/actress Nako screaming as white dragon wings twice the size of mine flap around. A large group of people had gathered around her. I had to stop her before she terrorized them [or else I'd be fired ^^'].
"I'll prove it to you once and for all," Nako screamed.
"Nanako, I don't understand. I don't even know you." And before we could fight, I woke up before my alarm clock yet again, slightly sleepy from using too many things to relax my aching muscles the night before [I used biofreeze, some melatonin, and loads of lavender extract, all for 7 hours of sleep]
Dream-
It started with me, a large manor of a house, and a giant pool in the middle of everything. My parents were on vacation and put me in charge of our new home. Me, being the responsible person I am, converted my wing of the house into my job's secret agent mini-headquarters for us to work sleep and eat in. [I think it was a Russian-American spy relations thing 'cause it gave off that Russian air with a bit of American flair]
I go up to the second floor via tiny, marble elevator made of marble walls, it was really small, though the polished marble was pretty... Well, before I could say anything, one of my college's shouted out, "You need to catch that man already! If you don't make a move he'll get away!"
So we both went after the guy in a strange airport. We lose him for a bit so, while I'm still being yelled at, I run up a ramp (still inside the airport) into the air plane (which is in the airport). I find a server who I wouldn't have suspected if it weren't for the Hawaiian sunset boxer/shorts with a tag that said some Biblical verse on it that I read aloud. He freaked out and I realized it was him.
Back at home.base, I'm still being scolded by my higher ups. [I could describe the scenery but it was kind of odd, navy blue tile, black desks, white and gray walls, cafe tables substituting dining tables, wall-less offices and some bed 'rooms' that were made with only three walls as well, two guys, two girls there, including me] A gruff, red-head, gun loving woman kept telling me that I'm good at what I do, but I'm just "too damn lazy to get anything done."
They didn't assign a mission for me right away so I sung out, "I'm making sweet potato curry for diner tonight!" She groans and the guys just ignore me. [I actually thought this was all real and my thoughts didn't help, I was thinking about the guy who made sweet potato curry while he was on his polyphasic sleep trials and other thoughts that I'd only get in real life]
I ran out to where the pool was to go to the fridge and couldn't seem to find anything I needed. I walked back calmly, the random spurt of cheer gone. Stopping as I crossed the pool, I noticed the little vacuum pool cleaner was on and shocked that the drain wasn't fully covered [it was near the moving vacuum]. I looked at the giant pool cleaner/cerulean deposit area that looked like a pool itself. "I don't think that was there before," I thought. I almost became lucid thinking about how I live in an apartment complex and don't own a pool but dream logic reasoned, 'but we just moved here of course we'd have a pool.' To believe this all occurred while I was staring at the cleaner thing.
I go back to my wing and we have another case, I had to stop a woman called , "Nako" [who I kept calling Nanako thinking I was saying Nako]. I went undercover and tried to be a random passerby-er who began to talk to her. She got angry, she seemed to have known me from somewhere long ago but I couldn't remember, so that made her all bitchy. She ran off.
Later, after attempting to sneak into her house and visiting one of my male [smoker] colleges for help, I found myself trying to climb up a fire escape ladder.
'Wait a minute, if I just believe, I can grow wings,' I thought, possibly semi-aware that this 'reality' wasn't the actual reality, but not realizing it was a dream. So out grew large, purple wings that vaguely resembled giant bat wings, minus the fuzz. I flew over the building, to find the famous singer/actress Nako screaming as white dragon wings twice the size of mine flap around. A large group of people had gathered around her. I had to stop her before she terrorized them [or else I'd be fired ^^'].
"I'll prove it to you once and for all," Nako screamed.
"Nanako, I don't understand. I don't even know you." And before we could fight, I woke up before my alarm clock yet again, slightly sleepy from using too many things to relax my aching muscles the night before [I used biofreeze, some melatonin, and loads of lavender extract, all for 7 hours of sleep]
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