My Dream Journal.

So I have decided since I have been having a hard time staying motivated to keep a dream journal that I would create one here in the form of a thread. I dream extremely vividly every single night, usually with multiple dreams, and always remember them when I wake up.

I will be using this thread as that journal. Feel free to post or comment if you like but know that this is going to serve as a way to keep my dreams recorded and in check. Hopefully I will stick with it and post every day.

I will start with the one dream I remember from last night:


I was exploring in the woods with a group of friends. I don't know these people in real life, my mind created them for the purpose of the dream. There were two guys and maybe 3 females (I myself am male). It had recently rained in the forest so everything was pretty wet. We stumbled upon an old, abandoned, one-story building that was about the size of the house. We went inside.

There were pieces of wall and ceiling missing from the house so it was wet all inside this house. The house represented nothing I have ever seen before in life. The people I were with were laughing and carrying on as they bounded about the house pointing out all of the interesting things the house had, including a sink full of rainwater that was inside a bathroom with no walls. Eventually we heard a helicopter in the distance outside the house. We all exited to see what it was all about.

We approached a river that flowed through the forest about 15 feet wide with a clearing of no trees along the river bank. When we looked to the sky we noticed a scary-looking pitch black helicopter fly over us. After it passed over us we were hit with a sheet of water that felt like rain. Seconds after feeling the water hit us, my skin began to feel tingly. The other people in my group commented that they felt the same. We heard a large group of people in the forest and looked across the river to see what looked like several teachers leading the class of their schools into the woods so we decided to approach them.

As we crossed the shallow river another helicopter flew over dumping another sheet of tingly water on us. When we reached the large mass of people, about 50 students middle school age and about 4-5 teachers, they explained they decided to abandon school and hit the woods because America was being attacked. We asked if the tingly water that hit us was biological warfare and they said most likely. I noticed small rashes appearing on my skin. Myself and the two guys I was originally with decided to head back in the direction we came, despite protests from the girls and teachers to stay put, so we could solve the problem. When we got back to the river we noticed the animals in the river had died and floated to the surface, confirming out fears. We started running along the river bank as more helicopters dumped chemicals on us. The two guys I was with stopped in their tracks and started throwing up. Right before I woke up I thought, "So this is the post apocalyptic scenario I'm going to get- biological warfare?"

Then I woke up.

 

Had a dream last night involving storage space. I was making my way up to the attic in my house (the house looked nothing like my current house yet I knew it was mine) when it started thunder storming outside. The water levels came up to the windows of the house, sloshing around like gigantic tidal waves. Some water was leaking in through the cracks in the walls and making it's way under the wooden floors. The wood in the floors had the consistency of rubber as it twisted and bent violently to the will of the water beneath it. After I observed that for a while I went to the attic.

When I go there it was nearly empty. This was no surprise to me as I knew that I had recently done some cleaning up there. It seemed larger than it should, however, and that is when my mother appeared and told me she had taken down the wall in the back revealing the secret room that was in the attic. I went to examine what was once the secret room to find a window with a salt shaker on the ledge.

Then my mother was gone and I started labeling boxes with my thing in it. A girl I went to high school with appeared, wearing black fishnets and a very sexy short, red skirt. She beckoned me to come deeper into the attic so we could make love. I followed and got on top of her as we grinded heavily. Our fun was cut short when the attic began to fill with foam. I went to the entrance of the attic to figure it out and my stepfather had appeared, pressing a button in on the ceiling. I became concerned for those deeper in the attic as I thought they might die. I was pressed against the ceiling by foam when my stepfather said, "Looks like you won't have a chance to be king now." Then that dream ended.


I then had a dream that I was the caretaker of a small, creepy looking monster. It looked like one of those fish that suck on the fish tank glass in pet stores, only it had rows of sharp teeth with more fins that usual, spikey in nature.

There were holes and flaws in it's cage that I kept trying to plug up with bread rolls. As I did this I was offering it arguments why it shouldn't try to get me should it be released. When plugging the holes seemed futile, I went to the next room to grab a sword to defend myself. Upon returning the monster was now a woman who's body I had to help my friend dispose of. The dream then ended.

 

OMG LUCID LAST NIGHT!

I must preface this entry with something, however:

About a year ago a friend of mine, we will call him Ben, had a lucid dream that he told me about and how he experienced it. He said that in the dream he became lucid as he was standing in a gigantic grass field. Instead of flying, like most people do, he decided to check the detail of the objects around him, namely the grass. He wanted to see how accurately his mind would portray these things in the dream state. So he picked a blade of grass from the ground and began to examine it. He told me that the level of detail in the grass was remarkable. He could see and feel the ridges in the blade, smell the scent of freshly picked grass- the whole nine yards. Six months later he had another lucid dream and did the same thing, this time with rusty pipes. He walked up to the pipes and was astounded at how he could pick the rust off of the pipes as if they were real. Ever since he told me about this I have been waiting till the day I became lucid in a dream to experience something similar.

I have been doing my reality checks every day in the waking world to train my mind for them in the dream state for about three weeks now. Well last night if finally payed off.

I was driving a motor cycle down the road at excessive speeds, swerving in and out of traffic, unaware that I was dreaming. Suddenly, on the right side of the road I noticed two elephants standing on the shoulder facing the road, adorned with opulent persian garb. I thought for a second how out of place that was and kept driving. Then there was a large body of water on the right of the highway. Two dolphins leapt high out of the water as if they were going to leap clean over the highway. Once they got halfway over the highway, however, they spread their fins and began to fly. The flew pst me within inches of my head on either side. I checked my rear view mirror to see where they were going as I thought to myself how strange it was. Then, in my rear view mirror, I saw a blue whale jump from the body of water and belly flop onto the road behind me. I thought to myself, "that doesn't happen in real life... like ever."

At this point I became lucid.

In my excitement I fell off my motorcycle and slid across the ground to a stop. I lay on the ground for a second absolutely elated. I then became worried that cars would come up behind me and shock me out of the dream so I stood up fast and looked behind me only to find that there was nothing on the road anymore, not even the bike I had fallen off! In fact, I was no longer on a highway...

... I was on an overpass, hundreds of feet in the air. The overpass was in a city, so epic in size it went as far as the eye could see, and the overpass was at least 100 feet taller than the tallest skyscraper. On one end, the overpass was cut off as though it was some part of some ancient ruins. 100 feet or so away from the first cut off was the other side, occupied with a house on top of it blocking the road.

Below the overpass was the city. A city that had been flooded with violent waters. The streets and sidewalks were not visible, only the skyscrapers jutting out of the water. The waves crashed and collided with the buildings in such immense detail, behaving exactly how one would think water should. The sky was black, blue and purple with immense storm clouds with lightning slashing the sky in the distance. And there I stood, on an overpass at an impossible height above the water, above the buildings. Then I thought of Ben and his blades of grass.

I crouched down the examine the road, putting my face within inches of the pavement. (Note: This was grey asphalt, not black asphalt like most roads, but the grey type you see on most overpasses reminiscent of a sidewalk.)

As I began examining the road I became dumbfounded at how right my friend Ben had been. Every texture, every bump, every pebble, every color was right where and how it should be. I began to talk out loud, as I do in life, trying to say, "Oh my God, Ben was right. This is amazing." There was a problem though. It felt like my mouth was full of molasses and I couldn't get the words out. As a result I started to worry that my brain was trying to process too much and the dream would crash, much like a computer game crashes with the graphics on high because there isn't enough RAM. I started to feel myself slip away but quickly remembered something I had read in the real world when things like this happens. Close your eyes and breath easy to re-center yourself so you don't wake up or slip out of lucidity.

So I did. I closed my eyes and controlled my breathing. I told myself to chill out and just enjoy the experience I was having, rather than freak out about it.

When my eyes opened I was still staring at the road. I said out loud, with absolutely no problem whatsoever, clear as day, "Oh my God, Ben was right. This is absolutely incredible." I examined the road further. There was bird shit on the damn road, pebbles that got caught under my fingernails as I scratched the texture of the cement. Small ridges and bits of dirt caught within those ridges. Once my mind was thoroughly blown by the detail I decided to stand up and do something of epic proportions.

Upon standing I looked back down at the sea but my attention was diverted when a hovering bus pulled up behind me, hovering at the level of the overpass but not on it. A girl I work with was on it with somebody my mind created as her friend. She said something but I couldn't hear her over the wind. They flew off at near light speed before I could respond. I looked back down at the buildings below me. It was time.

I began to make myself hover about 10-15 feet off the surface of the road to add to the godlike feeling I was trying to achieve. I then held out my left hand towards one of the skyscrapers down below and decided to use telekineses to rip it from the ground. I thought it and it happened. The building ripped from it's foundation up out of the water and hovered in mid air as I hovered myself with the building in my control. I marveled for a second at the power I had over my dream and how the water rushed to fill the spot where the building once was. Another decision was made- destruction.

Although most likely unnecessary, I held out my right hand to the floating building, now with both arms extended so I could feel more themed as though I was the super villain of my universe. I moved the skyscraper through the air and pointed it at another building that was just as massive. I shot my building towards the other and watched with sheer delight as it collided into the stationary building causing both to crumble in an epic display of falling masonry and splashing water as it hit. I gazed for a moment as the last bits of stone fell into the water then lowered myself to the ground.

I walked over to the house that was at the end of the overpass and went inside because I was curious as to what this dream had to offer and what exactly it had created for me to explore.

When I entered I noticed it was a very fancy house with dark wooded furniture and walls with golden light fixtures and pricey items all about. My friend Blair's little sister was sitting in one of the room with her friends. They were all dressed in prom dresses watching TV. I asked her where the other sister was and she said she left. Then she walked me to a bedroom that Blair was inside and said he had been waiting for me, then she returned to her friends. I looked in the room and Blair was unpacking his clothes from a suitcase and putting it in the drawers. His face was expressionless. I then became very aware that it wasn't actually Blair but a projection of my subconscious, much like mentioned in the movie "Inception." I realized that even if I talked to him it wouldn't be Blair talking back to me but my own subconscious responding. The whole idea tripped me out so much that I woke up.

I woke up so excited and amazed this had happened incredibly eager to return to sleep. The thing that blew my mind the most, and still is, is the level of detail I noticed on the road. It opened my mind to how much more incredible human brains are than I thought. I mean where the hell is that information stored?? Is that the 90% we don't use in our life? Is that 90% tapped into in the dream state? So many questions. It is simply incredible how detailed of an understanding out mind has of physics, be it liquid or gravity or lighting, and how much it understands detail in every day things. When we are babies and we touch and bite everything is that why we do it? To store all that information for later use like this?

Anyway, every other dream I had that night was so mundane and I never reached lucidity again but this is a dream that will resonate with me forever and is a huge step for me in achieving lucidity more often. Awesome.

 

I had a few dreams last night, with two that stood out the most.

The first I was playing a game, not a video game but and kind of sport. Only it was like a futuristic sport where you play in a giant area with cameras set up everywhere so people can watch you. The game pit people against various machines that were built by humans. Man vs machine basically. The humans were given various weapons to disarm and disable their machine competitors and no two machines were alike as they were built by independent creators and entered into the contest. I was armed with a 2x2 stick and a couple of trip mines. I remember hitting an android over the head that looked human a few times exposing the wires in her brain. At another point there was a small robot on four wheel chasing me around as I tried to drop the trip mines behind me to blow it up a la Mario Cart. The dream ended with me being chased by two to three machines. I went over to an old robot from games past that had been destroyed for a long time and ripped a part out of it so I could salvage it for a better weapon. I jumped a ridiculous distance away after that through some trees and moved on to the next dream.

The second dream I was inside a gigantic, old hotel. The type of hotel that looked like it was built in the 20s but later renovated to integrate technology such as internet. And when I say big I mean big. There were about three massive in ground pools filled with water- and I didn't even explore the entire hotel. I was walking on the second floor which was like an indoor balcony that went around the entire hotel. There was railing missing from parts of the balcony-esque second floor. The pools were in the various lobbies of the hotel which were massive in size. Next to one of the pools was a fireplace so big one could park a car in it. One of the pools looked like and olympic pool as it was shaped like a rectangle. The third pool had no water in it, just dead leaves at the bottom. Something strange for an indoor pool. As I walked around towards the end of my dream I noticed an asian girl around age seven or eight follow me indirectly. She was kind of moseying around holding onto the railing and singing to herself. Then the dream ended.

 

I had about three dreams last night that I remember but one of them stood out because it was so unusual in terms of perception of the dream so it is the only one I want to report on.

I had a dream that I was lucid dreaming.

No, I wasn't actually having a lucid dream but rather a dream that I was lucid dreaming. Confusing, I know, and I'm still trying to understand it and how it worked. Here is basically what happened:

Let me start by explaining why I was with who I was with. Yesterday my friend, Candace texted me and told me she had a dream she remembered. This was a big deal to her because unlike me she NEVER remembers her dreams. Since she texted me her dream I have been wanting to tell her about my lucid experience as I share my dreams with her regularly. I think because I have had that thought in my mind this is why I had this dream in this fashion.

I was with my friend, Candace, in a city. We were in a part of the city that was full of low buildings i.e. one and two stories. The part we were at was a cement flat on a hill that had a two car garage on it. The garage wasn't connected to anything- it just stood alone- kinda like an auxiliary garage for a warehouse across the street. The flat was fenced in on all four sides with a wooden fence about ten feet tall with a two door gate that lead to the street locked with a padlock. Next to one of the walls was a green dumpster. There was a car parked on the cement outside the garage. It was red and looked like something from the 1980s, perhaps an 80s Honda Accord. Both garage doors were open and there were various boxes stacked inside, not filling the entire garage, but there were some in there. In addition to the car occupying a small part of the cement flat, there were people standing around on it. Not like a massive crowd, just about ten or so people spread out just standing there not really doing anything. It was a diverse mix of sex, race, weight and clothing styles.

Alright, so when the dream began I was "aware" I was dreaming. Again, I wasn't actually lucid I just thought I was lucid but I wasn't consciously in control of my actions. I was going about things as I do in ever dream, not in control just observing, but the premise of the dream was that I was lucid dreaming.

I beckoned Candace over, as though we were sharing the dream, to show her the level of detail I had told her about from my lucid dream a few nights ago. We crouched down to the cement to look at it together. (It was just as crazy detailed as it was in the dream I had a couple night ago, too.) There was a crack in the cement much like the cracks in a sidewalk that divide each individual square when it's made. There was some dirt in it and to show Candace how detailed it was I blew the dirt and watched it blow out of the crack all over the sidewalk. We then took turns blowing the last amount of dirt out in amazement of the detail. Then we stood up because we had to get to work loading some of the boxes into the car.

I opened the car doors and we started going back and forth loading the boxes in the garage into the car. Why? No clue, but I was still "lucid" at this point.

At one point Candace found a box of glazed doughnuts (so glazed that some of the glaze was dripping out of the box and spreading along the base of the box) that she wanted to load in the car (she loves food IRL, a bit of an oral fixation) and I told her she couldn't. When she got upset with me I explained to her that we couldn't take it because they weren't actually real and they wouldn't materialize in the real world once we woke up and therefor she couldn't eat them. In retrospect I think this is very interesting because we were loading other boxes of things into the car that contained unknown things yet they were somehow necessary but the doughnuts weren't. Wtf?

I took the box of doughnuts to the car and put it in a trash bag filled with more trash and went to the green dumpster that was on the cement flat. As I walked up to the dumpster I could smell the rancid stench of dumpster trash emanating from inside. To my surprise there was even a swarm of flies I had to fight my way through as I threw the bag in the dumpster. I did a double take as I looked at the texture of the dumpster noticing yet again the amazing detail that dreams produce. There was paint peeling back with rust underneath, various stains and yes- even bird shit.

As I walked back towards Candace I began noticing that the people that were standing complacently were beginning to notice us and that we knew that we were dreaming. I told her we needed to get out of there now before they "ended us". She jumped in the passenger seat and I shut all the car doors. I shut all the car doors and looked back at them before I jumped in the driver seat. They were walking towards the car, slowly, in the formation of a human wall. In the sky behind them black storm clouds were rolling in casting a heavy shadow on the city. Their faces began to fade to darkness with immense shadow as they trudged forward. I got in the car and shut the door and began to start the engine. Suddenly all of the people were upon us surrounding the car. There was a skinny black man in a tight red t-shirt trying to pry open my door with a crowbar. He was succeeding as the door was becoming ajar from the top. By now the entire sky was covered with black storm clouds and all the people's faces were shrouded in darkness.

Before the car were the double door gates of the wooden fence. Knowing I had no way of getting out to open them I told Candace I was going to drive through the door because we were in a dream and it would be consequent free. I hit the gas and just as the car made contact with the doors I woke up.

Looking back I find it infinitely interesting that I was dreaming that I was lucid dreaming and not actually having a lucid dream. Furthermore it is fascinating that I told Candace she couldn't have the doughnuts because they had no real world worth yet we still needed to load the boxes into the car for whatever reason. AND I had to throw the doughnuts in the dumpster. Why? Plus the fact that the random people standing on the cement flat served no purpose other than to get us once we became more and more aware of our dream coupled with the symbolism of black storm clouds and faces shrouded in darkness. Not to mention this was the first night I have dreamt in a long time where there was no recurring theme of water. Not in this dream nor any of the others.

 

I had a really, really fun dream last night.

The dream started with me driving the batmobile. There have been several variations of the batmobile through the years and the particular one that I was driving was the one from the 90s animated series. Perhaps because that one and the one from the 1989 movie are my two favorites of all time.

90s animated series one:

http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JrMAg7gZ5FQ/TUC2cZ_3VxI/AAAAAAAABBk/XKuvgAegC0Y/s1600/batmobile1btas.jpg

1989 movie one:

http://www.chickslovethecar.com/KeatonGallery.aspx

SEXY.

So I'm driving the batmobile down the main road in my hometown. Oddly enough there are a couple other people driving their batmobiles around town too. One guy had the Batman Forever batmobile, another the 1960s batmobile and so on and so forth. Nobody had the "tumbler", probably because I don't consider that to be a batmobile.

I ended up driving in and out of traffic for a while doing power slides and all matter of fun stunts while barreling down the road with the other batmobiles. Then I was suddenly on a small chain of tropical islands no longer in my batmobile with two guys I have never met but were apparently my "adventure buddies". One was very skinny and the other was very over weight. We were navigating through a section of the island where we had to be waist deep in water so we could come out on the other side to a clearing in the island. At this point it's important to mention that I had come to have in my possession a single, plastic glove that looked like one of Batman's gloves and I kept it in my pocket. The function of the glove once put on was to transform you immediately into Batman. Upon realizing this it was known to me that I was in a virtual reality video game where one can play through a Batman adventure.

We made it to the sandy clearing on the small island with palm trees scattered about here and there. Suddenly we noticed the water at the north point of the island forming a massive hump, as though a large object was under it, heading straight for the island. Urgency immediately overcame all three of us as we saw the threat incoming. At the western side of the very small island (maybe 30 ft by 30 ft) there was a wooden pier large enough to fit a car on. I knew I had to run to this pier so I could summon my batmobile. I ran to the pier and jumped to the middle of it and turned around. The skinny guy I was with told me to throw him my plastic glove but I refused knowing he had his own means of self defense. I summoned my batmobile and it surrounded me and plopped me in the cockpit a la "Tron". My adventure pals summoned theirs (one was the 1989 batmobile and the other was a batmobile I have never seen).

At that moment the thread came bursting out of the water revealing what it was. The Batman & Robin batmobile. It did a donut in the sand and face the direction it came. Over the com I heard one of my partners say, "Maybe it wants us to follow it." The mysterymobile sped off and a ramp rose from underneath the water that it had just came from to get us to the adjacent island- an island that was much bigger. We rolled out after it and followed it up the ramp and flew through the air before crashing down on the larger island.

As I landed I noticed countless straw huts, enemy humvees, armed guerrilla fighters and anti-air rocket turrents. My instincts kicked in and I activated my onboard machine guns and rocket launchers. The two partners I was with drove off to other parts of the island to handle business while I concentrated on my mission driving like a bat out of hell through the camp. I fired machine guns at the guerrillas, blew up humvess with rockets and even level some of the straw hut's walls with gun and rocket fire. I came to a large straw hut that I drove my vehicle straight into busting down the wall. Then I saw my target.

I somehow knew that the man standing in the opulent red suit was my mission objective as he would be a leader of this camp. I jumped out of my batmobile and used my wrist-mounted grappling hook to hook him around his shoulders, tazed him and brought him to the floor. He begged for me to let him go when an attorney appeared. The lawyer said that the accusations being made against his client were heinous and he would be happy to take him off my hands and bring him to court when it was necessary. When I looked up the lawyer had a glowing red face but I somehow knew it was Two-Face. The man I had captured begged and pleaded for me not to let him go with Two-Face as Two-Face had a vendetta against the crime lord. Two-Face laughed and walked away.

I threw my victim into my batmobile and jumped in after. I backed the vehicle up out of the water it had found it's way in and went to go find my partners. I pulled up to on of them to see that he was working on a different mission objective involving getting data from a scientist. The scientist was wearing giant goggles and looked like one of my managers from my old job. He looked at the tinted windows of my batmobile and said my name in the form of a question. I pressed the button the open the sliding cockpit door and the dream ended.

 

Two short dreams last night, both involving people I know in real life.

The first I was with my friend from college, Chris, and we were driving to class from an audition. Come to think of it, we were in the same red car that was in the dream I had about showing Candace my dream. We were on the highway when we got a flat tire on the front right wheel. We pulled off on an exit and stopped at a rest stop parking lot.

We got out to inspect the damage and I noticed that the car was full of sand where you put your feet. I shook the sand out of my shoes and saw that the tire was so flat the car was nearly totaled. In order to repair the car we needed to replace the wheel with a large, rectangular piece of wood (about 1.5 feet long and 5x5 inches thick- makes no sense I know). A kid about 17 years old came running up the hill and asked us if we could stop and help him replace his wheel on his car. I told him, "No, brah, we are already late to class as is." That dream then ended.


The next dream I was on a public transportation bus in New York City not sure of where I was going, just riding the bus. I was the only person on the bus when Lil' Wayne got on the bus and sat down a few seats behind me. We started talking about hip-hop and Eminem came up in conversation. I asked him how he felt about Em and Wayne said that he was "dope" and went on to explain that other people would ask him detailed questions about Eminem's rhyme scheme and choice of beats. We agreed that he is good.

The Wayne was suddenly gone and I was on the bus with my buddy, Shawn. We were talking about what we were going to do in the city that night when I noticed about four red-heads citing behind us, all attractive. The one closest to us asked if we wanted to hang out with them that night because they didn't want to party with Lil' Wayne again. Shawn and I looked at each other and answered with an emphatic "yes". The girls then commenced to hit on us and basically suggest we would have sex with them by bending over right in front of us pretending to drop things. Aaaaaand then the dream ended.

 

Kinda angry. I had a couple dreams I remembered earlier but then I went to a 4.5 hour callback audition for my college's play and now I can only remember one so I'm going to post it anyway.

I borrowed my buddy Blair's red motorcycle and started cruising around "the city". I was wearing my motorcycle boots and kept feeling incredibly cool every time I looked down at them on the bike pedals. Eventually I arrived at a building that looked like a small warehouse. I entered it to take care of some business- what the business was I don't know.

When I entered the building there was a makeshift receptionist office with a large haitian man inside. He had a very thick accent and welcomed me warmly. I then remember feeling incredibly tired. He told me I couldn't sleep on the floor but I lied down and kept shutting my eyes every time he looked away finding it near impossible to keep them open. This carried on for a few minutes and the dream ended.

Further analysis:

How is it possible to feel dead tired in a dream? In reality I am sleeping so why feel tired? Is it because if I was to wake up I would be tired as my sleep cycle hadn't finished? Am I blurring the gap between dreams and reality by feeling what my physical body feels while roaming around in my mind? Dunno

 

I didn't post yesterday because I got some good news that just kinda distracted me all day and made me completely forget my dreams.

Last night I had a dream that I was with a group of people that were to parkour climb up a building about 30 stories high. It started with us in a parking garage moving towards the 30 story spiral staircase that led straight to the roof of the building (spiraling up through the center). It wasn't a circular spiral, however, it was a spiral but as a square.

We got to the staircase and instantly people started climbing up the staircase from the outside of it grabbing beams and bars pulling themselves up. I, however, just walked up the stairs watching everybody. I'm not sure if that was my role of if I just opted to do that. Worth mentioning: there was a girl in the group, rather short with dark hair and very sexy with a fantastic climber's body that I was interested in.

Once we reached the roof I looked down to the ground and became very nervous for some reason being so high up. It was strange because I am not afraid of heights in the slightest in real life. The roof area was very small, about 6 feet by 6 feet with the top of the stairs fenced in. The group I was with noticed a window on one of the side of the roof that suggested a room at the top of the building. In the window was a female singer of great fame. The odd thing was that she isn't a real celebrity in the waking world but a celebrity my mind came up with. The girl in our group got excited and started singing her hit song to her through the window. She blushed and shook her head as though she couldn't believe she had fans everywhere.

Then it was time to climb down. The hot girl I had a thing for instantly went for the outside of the stairs to start climbing down. When she took too long an asian guy came up and shoved her so she fell. I called him an asshole and looked down to make sure she was ok and she had grabbed a bar about ten feet down from where she fell.

We all made it back down to the parking garage where I met back up with the girl as we walked to our cars. I asked her why she was so awesome at climbing as I put my arm around her waist and she said it was because she was a nerd. To which I replied, "hell, there's nothing wrong with that." We laughed and the dream ended.


I had another brief dream that started with me standing in a public restroom looking at my head. Patches of my hair were straight up missing which looked very creepy, as though I had some kind of disease. I freaked out and thought, "This can't be real, I must be dreaming." I closed my eyes and concentrated on waking up and I did, very relieved it was a dream. I wish that I hadn't done that. I wish I instead had of realized it was a dream and enjoyed lucidity.

 

It seems as though the more I do my reality checks in the waking world the more my dreams have a tendency to become aware that they are dreams; even if it means not becoming lucid in them. I feel that this is good though because it means I am making the right steps in the right direction to achieve lucidity on a more regular basis.

So last night I had a classic "zombie dream". I have these every couple months or so, always a different story to it.

It was me and my friend Blair and we were taking on hordes of zombies. The odd thing about this particular zombie dream, however, was that the zombies were almost miniature in size- no more than a few inches tall. For whatever reason they still posed a big threat that demanded to be dealt with. So in order to deal with this I used a lawnmower to cut a bloody swath through their numbers. I'm not sure what Blair was doing as I never payed any mind to him. I cut my way through the zombies until we backed ourselves into a fenced in corner. We were outside and it was a rather sunny day for zombie killing. The area in which we had been fighting through was surrounded by a chain linked fence hence why we got ourselves backed into a corner.

Once we were backed into the corner my lawnmower stopped working demanding that we find a way out. Blair said, "Well shit, we're fucked." I explained to him that normally we would be as we were in a video game level and in video games you cannot jump over the level boundaries (which is funny because this looked nothing like any video game level I have ever been in). In this case, however, we were dreaming and I explained that to him. I told him that in a dream we can bend the rules and find other ways around things.

Upon saying that I led him over to one of the fences where I climbed up it and hopped over with him following. Once we jumped the fence we ended up in somebody's back yard and Blair's cat was in a nearby tree and I grabbed him to carry him to safety. We walked around the house to the front where we found a perfectly normal town street with people going about their daily lives. I noticed on man across the street cleaning his white Porsche and he looked at us with an accusatory look. I put my head down so he wouldn't see my face. For whatever reason I didn't want him to know I had just murdered hundreds of miniature zombies. The dream ended.


The next dream I had was very, very brief. I was observing a gorilla wearing a blue polo shirt holding a bird in his hand. He was petting the little bird and checking it's wings for harm. The bird seemed very glad to be in the gorilla's hand and I commented to the people spectating with me that because it was a gorilla the bird trusted the fellow animal to inspect it properly. Then the dream ended.

 

My dream last night seemed to be inspired by "Across the Universe", the film musical featuring Beatles music.

I had just moved into the apartment that they moved into in the movie, only half of it was drastically different. One half didn't have walls and was looking out into a large bay area. The compensate for no walls, there were pull down blinds that would fill the space where the walls were supposed to be. As I looked out onto the bay area a storm began to roll in, dark clouds in the sky approaching (theme much?). I started undoing the string that kept the wall blinds up so I could lower them and protect most of the apartment from water.

Once I finished that, the woman who played Sadie in the movie invited me to her bedroom. She was clearly coming onto me and pulled me down onto her bed as I entered her room. After she did that I stood right back up and began acting as though we were on the set of a film or television show. I started offering suggestions of camera placement, how she could pull me in the room and motivations behind why these things were happening. She was in agreement with everything I came up with. The dream ended.

 

So... big lulz at last night's dream.

I was in a dorm-like apartment with a female friend of mine. She was being highly flirtatious with me and her hand kept finding it's way to my junk. The dream kept teleporting throughout the apartment until we were on a messy bed, sitting and talking. I was wearing black shorts and her hand kept finding it's way up them. Just then, another girl came down, head first, from the top bunk. She slithered towards me and kissed me on the lips before falling on the bed. The first girl gave a nervous giggle as though she was jealous.

At this point I started thinking about whether or not I should stay in the bed with the first girl or go somewhere with the second. Then the dream teleported in time yet again. I was back in the kitchen with the first girl. She spoke to me.

Here is what I found hilarious after I woke up. Instead of saying, "Sorry I blue-balled you so many times" or even, "Sorry I blue-balled you five times" she said, "Sorry I five-balled you."

Wtf is five-balling? Lol. I woke up after she said that.

 

Had a dream last night I got offered a roll in an equity play. The lady called me up and told me they would like me for the role of X in play Y (the play name and character name seemed to be muttered). At the time I got the call I was in a large toy store. I got off the phone with her very excited but woke up soon after disappointed it wasn't real.

The other dream I had was a bit strange and violent. I was in a square shaped corridor. Each hallway was about 30 feet long and led into the next hallway at a 90 degree angle. I was on a team with three guys against a team of four females. We each had a pistol while the women wielded knives.

We spend our time walking through the corridor at different intervals. When we ran into a woman of the other team they were almost feral in nature, snarling and running at us with a knife. I ended up shooting several of them to defend my life. After killing the first three I was resting up with two of the guys from my team at a table in one of the hallways. We had put our guns on the table and were bandaging our wounds when we heard the snarls of the last and most dangerous woman.

She ran around the corner charging straight for me with a knife in hand. I told one of the guys to throw me my gun. He did but I got it late as she knocked it out of my hand. I wrestled her to the ground and sat on her chest stradling her. She was yelling obscenities at me while trying to scratch at me with her nails. In response I held her arms down with me knees. The other two guys crowded around us and watched her in fascination as though she was infected with rabies. I was just about to kill her with her own knife and the dream ended.

 

I had a dream last night that I was hanging out with my father near the water. It was night time and we were at a dock like area. We got into my car, I in the driver seat and my father in the passenger seat. For some reason it was possible to drive the care from either seat so before I could start the car my father put his keys in the ignition on his side and started it up. I told him to stop and let me drive because he would mess something up. He put the car in reverse and started backing up.

"STOP!" I yelled, "You're going to back the car off the dock into the water." He told me he wouldn't as he blew his nose not paying attention to what he was doing. Lo and behold we backed off the dock straight into the water. I scolded him for not listening to me. He told me that it was shallow water, no more than a foot deep. "More like ten feet deep" I said. Just as I expected we began to sink deeper and deeper. I got out of the car and began treading as my father stayed in the car trying to d something to get it out. Once he was submerged I reached my hand in the car and pulled him out, lifted him out of the water and threw him on land. I then grabbed my car (with one arm) and lifted it out of the water and placed it on land. Then I followed suit.

Once I was back on dry land with my father and the car I started yelling at him that I am adult now and he should listen to me when I say something because there may be something to what I say. I told him he was getting old and as a result his judgement was lacking. Then the dream ended.


The second dream I had was a bit more epic, exciting and quit frankly odd.

I was with the crew of "Jackass" and they were about to perform a stunt. The stunt involved driving and armored truck after and airplane and trying to board it by jumping from the truck to the airplane. The catch was the the airplane would constantly be at takeoff speed and would be bouncing up and down as it went through the obstacle course. The plane was large- about the size of a B-52. Something I noticed about the crew of "Jackass": they all looked like they were over their days of doing stunts like this and were only doing this because they were in it for the money.

I jumped in the armored vehicle with them and we started chasing the plane. We were astonished by how reckless the plane was being as it jumped just barely missing gas tanks with it's wings, scraping along hanger walls and jumping over vehicles. I started becoming concerned for the safety of the stunt. The Jackass guys, however, seemed to be excited by how crazy everything was panning out.

We chased the plane as it jumped up and down around several bends and corners all the while it pulling farther and farther away from us. Pontius began to talk, "Man, this is awesome, an armor plated car. This is where the real shit is at! How much does this thing weigh?" A gentlemen riding shotgun spoke, (he was like the armored car expert or something of that ilk) "22,500 pounds." Pontius asked how many tons that was to which Steve-O replied, "a whole taint-load."

At this point we were out in the open driving across the runway OVER several small, single engine planes that were parked there. We drove between to large hangers after traversing the wide open space. I began manning the mounted machine gun on the top of the armored transport. Down the streets and alleys of the hangers were several men dressed as nazis that I fired upon. I immediately knew this was part of the stunt as I was firing blanks and the actors dressed as nazis played dead. After rounding several corners and killing several nazis the dream ended abruptly before I could see if anyone successfully jumped on the plane.

 

I had a dream last night that I was doing a high school play again. But there was a twist as always.

Winona Ryder was going to be in it.

I was sent to pick Winona up from a street corner. I was in a decrepit part of town. Buildings with walls missing, as always, cracked roads, broken sidewalks and dark clouds in the distant sky. So I sent Molly Ringwald to go get her. While she was off fetching Winona for me I was talking to some girl of my age (nameless, a fabrication of my mind) about how crazy it was we were getting two actresses who were mainly stars in the 80s to collaborate together and be in the play with us.

When I could see them on their way up the block I decided to fly over and say hi to Winona. So I flew over and began hovering above them as they walked down the street. Winona was wearing a red bikini with red high heels while Molly was in a long, floral dress with a jean trench coat. I said hi to Winona. Suddenly we were teleported to the play's orientation.

My high school play director was addressing the entire cast which consisted of all high schoolers except for myself, Molly, Winona and the mystery girl I was talking to earlier. Mind you I haven't seen my old director in about five or six years yet my mind recreated his looks and voice down to the 'T'. I remember glancing every now and then at Winona sitting sexily in her bikini watching her take notes on what he said as I admired her legs. The orientation was taking place in the middle of one of the decrepit old streets. The high schoolers were sitting on folding chairs in the street while me and the three girls sat up on the second floor of a building across the street and listened through one of the missing walls. The dream ended.


The other dream I had was almost like watching a crazy fantasy story play out.

There were two civilizations, one that was very advanced technologically and one that wasn't. The advanced civilization had access to catapults, advanced masonry, irrigation and all around more powerful wizards. The lesser nation was still in their tribe stages living in tents, fighting with spears and bows and arrows. The advanced nation viewed these people as savages and refused to share their technology or knowledge with them as a result. Their nations were separated by a large body of water with small islands scattered throughout it. I then began to watch the story unfold from the tribe's point of view.

The tribe relied on the blessings and synergies of nature to assist them in their conquest. They began to say a prayer together around a fire in the middle of their village, "Bless our tents, bless our weapons, bless our people..."

Hundreds of archers fired flaming arrows into the air over the water as the prayer continued, "... bless our arrows that they may find their way into the water..." The arrows flew through the air and landed in the water extinguishing the flames. They were so numerous that the clumped together as drift wood, "... see to it that our arrows find each other and see to it that the beavers build damn and bridges out of our arrows that we may walk across this great sea to the other nation." The prayer stopped their as my vision raced across the surface of the water, over the floating arrows to the other nation.

I beheld massive stone walls on the shores, catapults on the ground and regal guards patrolling on and off the walls. I continued on behind the walls to a secret meeting taking place in that kingdom around a fire. The most powerful wizards gazed into the fire and saw what the savages were attempting to do. Two of the four wizards had skin so grey it was nearly black with ears as pointy as an elf. I got the overwhelming feeling that they were evil and were corrupting the grand kingdom from within, directing it to make the wrong decisions by coloring the lesser tribe as savages. They laughed with such sinister glee right before the dream ended.

 

Forgot to post yesterday so I'm doing two posts today to record Thursday night's dream.

Thursday night, 3-3-11 into 3-4-11, I had a dream that made me realize instead of having nightmares I have "oh shit" dreams. They are generally plots that are way too real and way too serious that make me so, so relieved to be awake once I wake up.

The dream started inside a house I have never been in in my life (with no missing walls!). The design, textures and colors looked like it was built some time in the late 70s. I was with a group of people, two guys and two girls. I didn't know any of them as they were fabrications of my mind except one girl. She is my best friend's sister in real life. We were standing in the dining room which had linoleum floors for some reason when two guys came in. For some reason they posed a threat and started to fight us. One of the guys I was with and two of the girls fought one of the guys which consisted of standing in place and pushing on each other's arms. The other guy decided to fight me not knowing I was arms with a NAIL CLIPPER. But the kind that is sharp like a pair of scissors.

I eventually got my foe's arms in a position where he couldn't use them and I stabbed him with my clippers in the left side of his body about six inched below his arm (when this happened his buddy disappeared into thin air). At first I went in only about an inch with the clippers but quickly made the decision to finish him off and rammed them all the way in his body (about 5-7 inches inside him). I guess this punctured his lungs or hit his heart because he fell on the floor dead.

Shocked by what I had done I dropped the clippers and stood there. The people that I was hanging out with in the house agreed to help me cover up the evidence so we wouldn't get caught. The entire time, however, I was thinking about how I acted in self defense and that I shouldn't get in trouble anyway for saving my life and those around me by acting the way that I did.

My friend's sister grabbed cleaner and paper towels and volunteered to wipe the blood up off the floor. I went into the kitchen to grab some trash bags. I wasn't sure what I was going to do with them yet. I figured maybe wrap his body up in them, throw his clothes in them. Then I shuddered at the idea of having to chop him into pieces the way Dexter does. I just couldn't stomach it. I stood up from grabbing the bags from under the sink and looked out the window. I saw the classic black storm clouds in the distance but right in front of me was a four seater car parked outside the window. Sitting in it were four middle aged men of varying races. They kept looking at the house and talking to each other. For some reason I knew they were cops right away and turned away to walk back to the dining room.

On my way back I was stopped by a short black man in a suit. He said he was a cop and that he was called there on reports of "hostility" from inside the house. I told him yeah but I wanted to consult my people first. I walked over to my group of "friends" that were blocking the doorway of the crime scene and told them what was going on. They said that they had come up with a story and I should hear it so we get our story straight. I argued with them telling them that I should just tell the truth and claim I acted in self defense. I woke up at this point very relieved it was just a dream.

 

Last night I had another fantasy-esque dream.

I was carrying a sword and shield through a dungeon of some sort with two other people- a large, barbarian like man and the stereotypical attractive female warrior. We all had sword and shields. We were dressed in brown leather armor with tasseled kilts with metal studs.

The dungeon also had a brown hue with sun shafts beaming in through cracks in the large stone in the roof. In the sun shafts you could see golden specs of dust floating through the air. We we walking across a bridge inside the dungeon. On either side of the bridge was a drop off that was about fifteen feet down with dirt and stone awaiting. I started to ask why we didn't bring the horses with us. The fem fatale explained that the air was thin in the dungeon and horses have a tendency to get sick in thin air (not sure if that is true or not).

We eventually came to the end of the bridge which was a circular stone platform that looked like an arena for a battle. It was. Man-like creatures descended from the ceiling and began to attack. I told my companions I could take care of it and began to expertly block attacks with my shield while retaliating with my sword. It was all first person perspective and I was surprised at how advanced my technique was for somebody who has no idea how to use a sword and shield. After I took out about three of the creatures I woke up, much to my dismay. I was having fun in that dream.

 

Had a dream last night I was on a cruise, but a nonconventional cruise. I was sitting on a bench in a dimly lit hallway on the ship. There were no windows in this hallway and the walls were covered with dark wood. On the bench with me was my friend, Blair and a couple other people whom I don't know. We were talking and laughing and carrying on when suddenly Blair's mother came around the corner and started yelling at me. So much so that she was inches away from my face. I asked her why she was directing all her rage at me when there were other people laughing. She was screaming about how people were trying to sleep and it was too late to be making noise. Blair intervened by pushing her away and saying, "get the fuck away from him". A few of her friends started holding her back and pulling her down the hall while she screamed and yelled, still at me, about how it was too late to be yelling.

Then I was suddenly on the ship's deck, middle of the day, bright and sunny. We had reached one of our destinations on the cruise. There were palm trees, clear blue waters and islands scattered about with skyscrapers on them. I asked the large woman driving the boat where we were and she told me that we were in New Jersey. I said, "wow, this looks really nice for New Jersey."

As we went through the water, the boat began to shrink until it was the size of a canoe with several people inside it in a line. Some were jumping out of the boat while holding onto the outside of it so they could get pulled through the water. Out of nowhere the boat was beached and we were standing on a sandy part of a small island covered in trees. The boat was now half the size of the canoe it was and I was the last to get out. I handed the boat the the driver who was in a bikini at this point, as everyone else was in a bathing suit splashing around in the island's shallow water. End.

 

I almost became lucid during sleep from 3-6-11 to 3-7-11. So close. Well I did but I woke up. But I'm ahead of myself.

So I've been having more and more sci-fi and fantasy based dreams. Not sure why, it could be how much attention I've been giving Starcraft 2 and my own philosophical thoughts on the universe and other planets... but I digress.

So in my dream I was standing on top of a cliff, about 150 feet above the ground below. It was night time and the land was covered in blue and white snow and ice. I knew somewhere within me that I was on another planet, something like Hoth in that it was covered in snow and ice. Looking down at the ground below there were two large creatures laying on their sides. They were blue, bipedal beings with powerful legs and arms. They wore shiny, silver, metallic helmets and leg and arm pads for armor. I could see that they were having a conversation and I wanted to listen in.

Suddenly, as dreams do, I was down on the ground with them, facing the cliff I was just standing on. The wind was blowing hard and cold causing snow to race across the surface. I was taken back by how large they were close up- nearly four times the size of a grown human male. They almost looked reptilian in nature with their blue, leathery skin. I could hear them speak in their low, raspy voice to one another. I don't remember their conversation but I remember that the final words of the last one were hostile. He said something like, "I have told you countless times not to come to this place, but you still fail to listen, human!!"

With that he stood up and raised his gun to me. His buddy followed suit as they began to fire bright lasers in my direction. Out of nowhere I realized I was equipped with a gun of my own and began firing back on them. The gun was a pistol with a reflective silver finish to it. For creatures as large as they were they moved with inhuman speed as they dodged each of my shots. I stood in place as I fired on them as they were absolutely terrible shots, probably because they were busy dodging my blasts. It was at this point that I began to become lucid. As I was aiming and shooting my laser gun I realized how easy it was... and as I realized how easy it was I realized how strange it was. "Wait a minute, I'm on an ice planet, in the middle of the night, firing a LASER GUN at BLUE ALIEN REPTILES." Upon that realization I remembered the last thing I did was lay down and go to bed and it wasn't possible to be in such a situation at this point in human evolution.

I got excited realizing I was dreaming. Especially excited because I was in the middle of such a cool dream. I closed my eyes like I did in my last lucid dream to center myself, but unfortunately in doing so it woke me up. I said "damnit" when I woke up, pissed that I had botched a lucid dream. I was only lucid for about three seconds. Better luck next time.


I had another dream that night that has gotten fuzzy to me since because the dialogue was so complex.

Basically I was in a subway system that looked like it should exist in the 30s or 40s. My mother was there and she got pissed at me for some reason and I tried following her through crowds of people to ask her why. That's about all I remember from that one.

 

My dream last night was BIZARRE. I know I say that a lot but wtf. For serious.

So I was in NY city again, but it didn't look anything like it. I just knew that's where I was. I was with my father at a friend of his' house. He was staying at the house housesitting while his friend was out of town. We were in the back yard of the house which was on a hill. At the bottom of the hill was a water way that went through the city. It has recently rained so the ground was still wet. It was overcast but the clouds were moving out. With us was a small kid, maybe 13 years old and quite chubby.

The three of us needed to leave the house and the only way to do that was to take a boat down the water way. In the backyard were two boats up on blocks: one boat was big enough for a few people, but much heavier while the other boat was smaller and lighter. We approached the first boat, took out the screws that were keeping the brackets clamped and attempted to life it up. It was too heavy for my father and I alone (the chubby kid tried to help but he really was no asset). We walked over to the other boat and easily took it off the rack. The boat had four wheels at the bottom of it's hull as it was an amphibious vehicle. We set it down on the ground and I sat in it, as for some reason it was decided I would be driving. I sat down in it only to realize it was the size of a go-kart. "How are we all going to travel in this?" I asked. "I guess we won't," my father replied. I looked back at the bigger boat and said, "we just need to find a way to get that thing down."

The kid that was with us got very upset and starting yelling and throwing a tantrum, stomping all around the yard while hitting things in the back yard with a stick. My father, not being very fond of tantrums, called the kid over and started to yell at him telling him to pipe down. The kid had something in his mouth and when my dad asked him, he spit it in my dad's face. It was a plastic toy fish that my father picked up and looked at. He started yelling at the kid more for being such a rude little asshole. The child responded by projectile vomiting neon green barf onto my father's face while yelling, "AAAHHHH!"

At this point I got out of the small "go-kart boat" and tried walking over to them to break up the quarrel. However, the boat kept sliding down the hill so I was trying to set it so that we wouldn't lose it hastily so I could deal with them and still keep the boat safe. I noticed my dad wrapping a cord around the kid's neck as I kept struggle with boat placement. I heard gurgles and rips. Once I placed the boat behind a pipe sticking out of the ground so it wouldn't slide I looked over at what happened.

The kid was lying on the ground, still alive, but his head was hanging off his body. On the side of his neck there was a rip from the base of his head down to his shoulder exposing his red muscles and white sinew. He tried speaking to my dad but the gurgles of blood drowned out his voice. As he spoke I watch his exposed neck muscles ripple in time with his words. I suppose this was too intense for my mind because at this point the dream ended.