Grr, still no lucids, I wonder if it's that I'm too tired or that I'm just too stressed, physically and mentally, on certain issues right now... Oh well, I have learned that regardless of whether I take melatonin, tea, some old lavender mix [from my insomniac days], or nothing at all, I'll at least remember two dreams.
Last night's dreams are a bit fuzzy, maybe because I didn't have time to doze off today...
It all started off with me finding out how to cause the end of the world, it was by gaining control of certain powers that were set up in ancient times to trigger the end of the world when it was decided time.
I happened to be travelling the world, for who knows why, and I touched a certain relic that triggered one of the few remaining untouched triggers. Instead of causing some form of pandemonium, the energy, in the form of red light, went inside my body, I freaking absorbed it!
Some British [antagonist] guy saw it and knew that I would have to be the one, along with the last trigger, that would get what he wanted done, the Apocalypse.
So, we had this long race to the last trigger which was in a cave, in Japan I'm assuming. The competitive race included me jumping out of a helicopter into the blood streaked sky just to avoid becoming his tool, that guy was pretty serious in attempting to brainwash me in saying that all the power is his power so no matter what I do, I'll aid him in the end to reach his goal. That, my friends, gave me some serious mental conflicts for a whole evening in the dream, I didn't sleep that much and dawn was soon approaching [without me getting even an hours worth of sleep] as I reached the cave. If you're wondering how that's possible, an architect who was at the dig site I happened to find the relic in [well not really a relic, an ancient water fountain]
So, I went through a labyrinth of violet cave walls as I dodged him as if my life was on the line. I finally reached the last trigger site, and activated it, the energy turned purple and was absorbed by me again. The British guy got all pissy and after some more running, this time to a hole in the ceiling to get out of the cave quicker [I don't know how I knew or was able to jump up there but I'm not complaining].
When I left the cave, I was greeted by Naruto characters, Kakashi, Sasuke, Naruto, and Sakura. [I blame trying to help a classmate find a good Japanese name for his Kenshin based character for his short story, we got off topic and started talking about anime; Trigun, Kenshin, Naruto]
"You done yet," Kakashi asked me.
I stared at a pensive Sasuke briefly, thinking, 'That's strange,' and just shrugging it off and aceppting this as real. "Yeah..."
Naruto teased me a bit saying something along the lines of, "Gee, it too you long enough! I'm starving here!"
I hit him, Kakashi hits him, Sasuke scoffs, and Sakura scolds him with a "Naruto!"
The British bad guy was long forgotten and I was thinking about when we'd hurry up and get back to the Academy, it's not the one in the shows, but the one I've created in a previous, non-lucid dream. [It was a lovely place that you'd think was meant for rich kids but was actually the ninja Academy in disguise since the secret villages existed no more and everything was set in modern times, the principal/Hokage Tsunade was the Prime minister as well so it was easy to hide it.]
Then, I got to feel the great sensation of one dream ending and another beginning in a similar setting as the caves but it was a secret organization/lab. There was a talked golden retriever, me, and some other guy.
We were running amok and needed to get back to our base [to prevent giant worms with brains that made their heads look like pink wormy grapes wouldn't invade us].
When we did get there and jump into the entrance via some pipe, the dog asked, "Is this safe?" because he noticed all the red 'rust' stains in the pipe, outside of the pipe [because at one point the pipe disappears for a bit and you have a free fall into a giant funnel], and on the ground 100 or so feet below.
"Well, they do have health insurance that covers this now." The other person responded
I was watching from the side lines by then, jumping down on the surface of metal structures, not wanting to go down the pipe. Yes, you had to at first, but if you're quick you could jump down the rest of the way if you made a careful move where it was a free fall.
Then, I woke up, stupid alarm.
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Friday, March 2, 2007
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.
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...
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