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« on: July 29, 2010, 07:46:17 PM »

Even though I'm not very active, I shall make a dream journal! I was told to do so so do not blame me if you find it boring, blame my friends... or my brain.

Red Font: Nonlucid
Purple Font: Semilucid
Blue Font: Lucid

That's all I need to say, right?
(In my defense, I made up these dreams while asleep.)
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« Reply #1 on: July 29, 2010, 08:12:03 PM »
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Dream 1. I woke up and hit my head on something as I got out of my bunk bed, "Good Morning." I heard someone say as my eyes adjusted to the dimness of the room. I quickly shook off my drowsiness and saw a girl in black sweat pants and a white T-shirt.  I recognized it to be one of my friends (whom I'll call Tim instead of supplying her real name) The dream blurs a bit and I was beside her wearing jeans and a plain gray T-shirt, I open a drawer and pull out a large wooden stick. "Follow me." Tim say as she leaves the small room out into the open. I did as she commanded and headed towards woods with nothing but vines and monkey bars. A group of teenagers, all in black sweat pants and black long sleeve shirts, called Tim's name and sang a taunt (which I forgot the words to.) Later, I am on the monkey bars trying screw in a couple of doorknobs as everyone including Tim leaves. I finish screwing them in then stars and money explode out of the monkey bars. I nonchalantly collect the money and stars and somehow upgrade my stick into a spear which increases my speed. I then head off to find Tim and the other people before choir practice starts. I enter a large white building similar to a hospital but the walls are filled with stuff for sell (kinda like Walmart.) I keep walking until I bump into Tim's mom who wants me to fetch Tim's pants for her. I begin looking for Tim's room in the labyrinthine building, I stop long enough to buy a box of cakes then continue looking. this goes on for a while before I run into Tim who won first place in a talent show, I head off to talk to the manager of the building hoping that he can guide me to my room, he explains to me that I am naked, I show him that I am wearing clothes yet he insists that I am naked, the dream fades out as a new one starts.

Dream 2. One of my OCs  (Original Characters) has a futuristic flaming chainsaw and is killing demonic females with spears and wings. The slaughtering continues until I wake up.  (Later I found out that the chainsaw was inspired by hearing the lawn mower outside.)
I wish I remembered more of the second dream, it was cool.

This dream taught me that I need to work on maintaining recall so I can give more detail at the ending. It also taught me that dream spears give +15% speed and +2 power.


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« Reply #2 on: Today at 07:35:07 AM »

Mr. Monkey has a DJ!   goodjob

What are you talking about, dreams are never boring!  Grin (Well sometimes they are, but usually those are mine!)

I hope you find that your DJ helps you with both recall and getting lucid.  You may be pleasantly surprised.
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Halfway between the gutter and the stars, yeah
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