Donzieja's Dream Journal

[donzieja]

Sept. 9th to Sept. 10th

I was watching a youtube video about how to steal video games from stores. The video said that the chip that sets off the alarm for stealing was glued onto the part of the video game case that was the paper that has the title and details on it. Soon, I was in a store in a mall with my friend Jeremy. I'd just told him about the technique, and he thought it was cool and we should try it out. I managed to steal some "Food Network" related game for the xbox 360, and left. I experienced a great amount of guilt and paranoia afterwards, however.

Suddenly, I was talking to some of my old teachers. They were saying how they get the summer off starting tomorrow, but tomorrow was the beginning of fall, and they only got one day off. For some reason, their summer lasted only one day.

Then, I was in my kitchen talking to my dad about visiting my friend Zach, who lives in the opposite side of the state we're in. After I managed to be able to go, I was suddenly at the DeVry campus (which I will begin attending soon), talking to the admissions guy "Nick" about renting an airplane.

I'm suddenly in the sky, piloting a plane. It's at night time, and I'm flying over familiar roads. I felt the urge to find a runway to gain speed on. I apparently was only able to accelerate on the ground, not in the air. Anyways, I eventually landed at a town near his called "Rockie". Bear in mind, this town doesn't exist. It is a utopia architecturally, but socially behind. I avoid getting traffic tickets two times before I find out that the train from this town to Zach's will not be operating for another 6 months.

Suddenly, my Chevy Cobalt is waiting for me, and I drive it to his house. I meet his mom and friend, and discuss staying there for a bit. They are okay with it, even though Zach has school on the weekdays. Soon, Zach comes in through the front door and we hug. For some reason, he grabs my right hand and starts humping it, leading me to punch him in the face. This was all friendly fun, though, as he wasn't actually sexually attracted to me, and I wasn't angry at him.

The remaining portion of my dream was pretty much a summary of the ones I already had.

[roman67]

Interesting dream. I enjoyed your dream. Thanks for sharing.

[donzieja]

No problem.

09-10 to 09-11 2012

Very little dreaming in my memory. I remember I was skateboarding with my friend Cal, which was weird because neither of us care to skateboard. We were at our old elementary school. Then, I was in some sort of castle, an outdoor part, like a bridge between two towers. I heard a song start to play, and for some reason I expected it to suck. There were words in my vision like I was watching TV, and the artist's name and what not were on the bottom right. I saw "Mariah Carrey", which can explain why I expected it to suck. Suddenly, I realized that the song was written by or affiliated with something or someone called "lb". That's an "L", in case you were wondering. The song was actually pretty good, and reminded me of the music that would play on an ATV game I used to play.

[donzieja]

No dreams, or no recollection from the 11th to the 12th. D:

[donzieja]

9-12 to 9-13

I almost didn't remember anything, but I have a tendency to remember my dreams an hour or two after waking up.

Dream title (This is something I'm doing now) :

Grandpa & The Motorcycle Group

Scene one:

I'm in my kitchen, looking into the living room. It's day time. I see a rat, not fat, but huge nonetheless, running from the side near my front door to the other side, and disappearing behind the couch.

Scene two:

This scene was repeated a few times throughout my dream. Not exactly, but no noticeable differences.

I'm in a parking lot of sorts, with a bunch of people riding motorcycles and other vehicles. Some were hover bikes. It seemed to be in the future, and I remember that I felt like I was being forced to choose something. It was like I was a member of a rival "team", and had showed up here by accident, and was given the choice of dying or joining this team. I don't remember much else of this dream.

Scene three:

It's night time, and I'm in my kitchen looking down into my living room again. My grandpa's half- decomposed body sits in a chair with it's head down on the desk, arms out on each side of the head. I look away, and look back, to see him, fully alive, sitting in a chair about 4 feet away from where I just saw him. I said, "Hey, grandpa. I missed you. How was heaven?" (He was catholic, and so was I. I am now more agnostic.) He replied, "There is no heaven. No Hell. Just nothing." Discouraged, I asked him "Well, can you still think after you die?" He replied "Oh, sure. You can still think, and feel." He said this in a way that enlightened me to this: The afterlife is created by your imagination. While this isn't what he said, I was sure that's what the case was. One of those dream things where you just "know", you know?

Anyways, that was about all I had last night. Thanks for reading.

Also, I've been working on some short stories and poetry, which I will post in the writer's corner soon, in case any of you would like to read it.

~Don

[donzieja]

So, lately I've been having a hard time remembering my dreams.

I did, however, just remember one thing about the past few nights.

Lots of my dreams included seeing the Northern lights. I remember driving down the road and seeing them.

That's about all I have so far.

[donzieja]

I have returned. Many of the past nights have been unmemorable.

However, a couple days ago, I succeeded at the WILD technique. Involuntarily, somehow. I was falling asleep, and just noticing what was going on. Then I was in a dream (not lucid) and noticed that I couldn't run very well at all. You know how that happens in dreams? Well, I was all - "Screw this." so I flew straight up and woke up.

The last dream I had today, however, was a regular dream. I was at a lunch table in a school-like building. My ex-girlfriend and I were sitting there, talking about how our lives have been. We fell back in love at that point, and then all I remember about the rest of the dream was trying to protect my friends because there was a zombie outbreak going on.

~Don