These two dreams were... unusual. I don't know if it was from the V8 or the odd conversations and things that were done that day but it caused very odd dreams. None of which, I would really care for [though maybe the second one would be nice]. I'm sorry if any of my dreams offend anyone for just because I dream it doesn't mean I see the world that way.
Dream One-
We, Ken, Maro, and I, were invited to Dan's place. It was a moderately luxurious and quaintly cute place. Too bad they wouldn't let us leave. Why? We weren't Mormon's. The people who invited there had virtually kidnapped us to do a strange form the of Inquisitions. Convert or stay.
We ran and hid. Eventually, I stumbled upon Dan at a living room. relief swept over me, I was scared to death of the whole thing, I'd rather die than convert [plain out religious stubbornness/devoutness]. Dan gave us a "I told you so" sort of speech on why we shouldn't come here. He made a promise to help us out of this whole ordeal.
An older, browner person who a had vague family resemblance to Dan, came into the room. He introduced himself as Dan's brother and ensured us he was related to Dan and wouldn't harm us.
The dream blanks out on me, I assume that we were taking Dan's advice on how to get out... As we ran, an acquaintance form school came into the dream. He wanted us to convert [I find this completely laughable considering the fact that he's a devout atheist]. In the end, we barely made it out alive.
Dream Two-
The beginnings are a bit fuzzy, I know I ran around a mall for a bit and prevented Ken from an early grave, but these things don't seem relevant to the long... strange dream...
I find myself at a white square [not the square, a square]. A guy and a girl are with me. All of us share one thing in common. We were, unwillingly, becoming some nontraditional form of vampires, each after a unique experience. [For a bit it's in 3rd POV so I assume I was 17-19] The guy, got it via kissing. The girl, I have no freaking idea. Me, I think I may have met some guy [probably a vampire] and I don't have the slightest clue on how he could have passed on his "vampirey-ness" onto me. [No biting or junk like that].
Out of all of them, I had the most powers. The white square we were in, I copied it and threw it into a parallel universe, aka, my world. I could enter it at anytime and I managed to take the other two with me. In there I had a blue/black hummer, a motorcycle, a [skull/fire] cat, and some other stuff. All of which were morphed into some sort of Gothic theme.
I tried to live life like nothing had changed. But, things weren't the same. My parent's rich neighbors liked me. My Jewish Grandmother was fond of me. [I suspect she didn't like me because I was a shiska] She was nice to me as we ate lunch at some overly decored lobster/seafood restaurant.
At one part I was at a building [where the words Buenos Aires popped in my head], where six elevator floors= 100 normal floors. I did something and pink floors were added. I came back later to find them replacing my pink floors with more bland floors [something about a news comment of "elementary school's should show off].
As I go off to kill Poseidon, near the end of the dream [it was the guy who I guess was my master's will]. I learn that every piece of land I take into my own world gave the two from the beginning of the dream "the incentive to kill." No guilt or regret was felt in learning that. My powers had grown and I enjoyed it. I killed Poseidon and it ended before I even got to go back onto land.
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Monday, April 30, 2007
Thursday, April 5, 2007
04.05.07
I had a very short lucid though the dream overall was really nice... well, if you consider highly realistic and very unusual 'nice' then it definitely was.
Dream- As soon as I entered the dream, I was lucid [though this dream was not a WILD, either a WBTB that required little wake time or a DILD that came my way]. It wasn't too vivid so I shouted, "Lucidity now," and the lucidity went up though I realized I yelled out the wrong thing and focused on my words yelling out, "Vivid increase." It may be really embarrassing but it's my dream and if any DC laughs at me for that, I'd probably yell at them or run off embarrassed [go figure].
There were no trees or Easter bunnies in my dream so I never remembered either one of the dream tasks for this month [otherwise I have a hard time remembering goals I have IRL]. After a few long minutes of staring at the world around me; the road, the wheel in my hands, the fact that I was sitting, I became aware that I was in a go cart... that my friends... is sadly where my 3-4 [extremely] short lucid ends. I realized someone was chasing after me, well, following me, and I drove off like mad.
Why was I avoiding him? I have no clue. I think in that dream the reasons were along the lines of he's a cop. What was it that made my mind think that? That's another one of the many questions I won't get answered [I mean I could next lucid, but it's not worth it]. So, as I was saying, I was on the road, speeding off in my go cart when I got back to the start area of the go cart driving course. Noticing that the guy wasn't there yet, I sprinted off to a fancy hotel.
At the hotel, the bell hop doesn't bug me as I stare at the two rooms I have to choose from, Room 1 and Room 2 [so properly labeled by their name plates]. Both of them I had checked out so it didn't really matter, but I was compelled for Room 2 so I took it. Closing the door behind me, though not locking it, I went off to the giant walk-in closet that included a vanity to talk to a woman no older than her 20s.
She informed me to go swindle someone, I do believe, and I was just about to waltz off to Room 1 to prepare for my next job as the man who was chasing me earlier barged in. In the nick of time, I hide. He asked the woman where I was, she responded with a "no clue." Exasperatedly, he let out a sigh and just stood there for a bit before he left. All the while I found myself chastising myself for blushing from involuntarily checking him out.
I continued to Room 1 and when I opened it, it took me a few long seconds to register what was wrong with the place. Men were there, really gross, slickster and modern day greaser guys, about 6-7. They hissed at me, so my great mind assumed the worst. Vampires. [Maybe this is a result of watching too many vampire shows with my mom when I was eight?]
They locked me in and I tried to defend myself against them. Nothing seemed to work so I poured holy water on them in desperation. Everyone stopped what they were doing. The guy I had doused looked at me, the vase, then his wet white T-shirt before laughing.
His pals joined in with the laughter as I took the opportunity to throw cooking oil on them [Canola oil]. I caught them on fire somehow, I didn't light them on fire with anything or willed it to be, it just happened. They all were burnt to ashes and I was left in a room that, albeit the ashes, looked perfectly fine. The guy from before popped up again and I happened to, before anything else happened, wake up.
Dream- As soon as I entered the dream, I was lucid [though this dream was not a WILD, either a WBTB that required little wake time or a DILD that came my way]. It wasn't too vivid so I shouted, "Lucidity now," and the lucidity went up though I realized I yelled out the wrong thing and focused on my words yelling out, "Vivid increase." It may be really embarrassing but it's my dream and if any DC laughs at me for that, I'd probably yell at them or run off embarrassed [go figure].
There were no trees or Easter bunnies in my dream so I never remembered either one of the dream tasks for this month [otherwise I have a hard time remembering goals I have IRL]. After a few long minutes of staring at the world around me; the road, the wheel in my hands, the fact that I was sitting, I became aware that I was in a go cart... that my friends... is sadly where my 3-4 [extremely] short lucid ends. I realized someone was chasing after me, well, following me, and I drove off like mad.
Why was I avoiding him? I have no clue. I think in that dream the reasons were along the lines of he's a cop. What was it that made my mind think that? That's another one of the many questions I won't get answered [I mean I could next lucid, but it's not worth it]. So, as I was saying, I was on the road, speeding off in my go cart when I got back to the start area of the go cart driving course. Noticing that the guy wasn't there yet, I sprinted off to a fancy hotel.
At the hotel, the bell hop doesn't bug me as I stare at the two rooms I have to choose from, Room 1 and Room 2 [so properly labeled by their name plates]. Both of them I had checked out so it didn't really matter, but I was compelled for Room 2 so I took it. Closing the door behind me, though not locking it, I went off to the giant walk-in closet that included a vanity to talk to a woman no older than her 20s.
She informed me to go swindle someone, I do believe, and I was just about to waltz off to Room 1 to prepare for my next job as the man who was chasing me earlier barged in. In the nick of time, I hide. He asked the woman where I was, she responded with a "no clue." Exasperatedly, he let out a sigh and just stood there for a bit before he left. All the while I found myself chastising myself for blushing from involuntarily checking him out.
I continued to Room 1 and when I opened it, it took me a few long seconds to register what was wrong with the place. Men were there, really gross, slickster and modern day greaser guys, about 6-7. They hissed at me, so my great mind assumed the worst. Vampires. [Maybe this is a result of watching too many vampire shows with my mom when I was eight?]
They locked me in and I tried to defend myself against them. Nothing seemed to work so I poured holy water on them in desperation. Everyone stopped what they were doing. The guy I had doused looked at me, the vase, then his wet white T-shirt before laughing.
His pals joined in with the laughter as I took the opportunity to throw cooking oil on them [Canola oil]. I caught them on fire somehow, I didn't light them on fire with anything or willed it to be, it just happened. They all were burnt to ashes and I was left in a room that, albeit the ashes, looked perfectly fine. The guy from before popped up again and I happened to, before anything else happened, wake up.
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.
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