Nostalgia Fair

Last night i dreamt that I was at a party with all of my old friends from Primary school (elementary school for you American followers) which i really hadn't seen together since my primary schooling days. Maybe I should actually organize something for those guys, it's been too long. Anyway, the party was great and near the end some of the guys told me about a fair that was happening tomorrow which just happened to be located at a park near my house. So i drove home and went to sleep, waking up and going to the fair. And yes, I went to sleep in my dream. Thinking back, this is extremely weird.

So in the morning I went to the fair, I met up with my friends from the night before and we jumped the wall inside. There was a secluded fenced off area at the fair that we went towards. Soon we found out that to get into this area you had to fight in groups of 12 or so and the single winner would be allowed in, so naturally we wanted to get in, even though from this side of the fence it looked like a really deserted and uneventful area. The exclusivity was too highly desired to pass.

The other people that were in this fight orgy alongside me and my friends were mostly middle-aged and extremely tall and strong. So I lost the brawl but one of my friends, Alastair, somehow won it, and so he was allowed into the secluded area.

Then I jumped the fence into the secluded area and hanged out with Alastair for the rest of the dream. The area was like a two story apartment complex that had a central court area, with just one security guard driving around in a golf caddy keeping random people from getting in. I guess he didn't realize I lost the initiation fight.

Then the dream got interesting. The court area had corridors branching off from it, so Alastair and I walked into one of them randomly. The corridor was very dark but there was enough light so that we could see where we were going. The dream was getting really spooky. Beforehand I saw the golf caddy patrolling through the corridors, in which the car barely fit through. As we were walking through the corridors we heard the engine from the golf car getting louder and louder; closer and closer. Alastair and I started running as fast as we could through the corridors so the car wouldn't catch us. Then we saw the two headlights appear from in front of us. It accelerated towards us and as it got closer there was a loud laughter emanating from the security guard driving the car. We were going to die.

Then I woke up to the sound of the neighbour's lawn mower. Why must he mow the lawn at such early hours I will never understand.

Why do dreams always end before the good part.

Youtube Meme Festival

Last night I dreamt that I was at a party, then a mosh pit formed which I was at the front of, shit was getting tense and then a transvestite that was in the mosh next to me licked my cheek.

I also remember having some kind of romantic fling with Rebecca Black (Friday).

In my dream I vowed to never mosh again, and then I woke up. That is all that I remember.

I think it has to do with this video I watched yesterday, it completely destroyed my mind.

School Days

Last night I went back to school, in my dream of course. I remember being in one of the computer labs on my new netbook I've recently bought, with some random asian guy that was the IT administrator of the school in my dream, but in reality he was just some guy. The asian man was extremely jealous of my wireless mouse. So, I told him that if he could get me to my school records so that I could delete that one detention I received in High School I would give him the mouse.

I don't remember how we got here, but we were in some underground hallways that were nothing like anything from my school, with my old school teachers walking through them discussing teacherly things. This area was strictly teachers only, so me and this asian guy were stealthily moving through the hallways approaching the permanent records.

Then, we were ambushed by teachers, they were approaching from both sides to us, so we ducked into a room which was for some reason filled with boxes of blue Gatorade. So we hid behind the boxes, hoping that we would not be caught by the teachers. Luckily, they passed us and everything was cool.

Just as we were getting up to go back into the hallways my ex-homegroup teacher walked into the room, and she said 'Sam, you really didn't think you could get away with this, right?'

Then i woke up.

My homegroup teacher was always a bitch.

Learning aikido with Albert.

I finally had another dream. Seems like me ranting about not dreaming helps me dream or something. I dreamt that I was hanging out with my friend Albert, who does a martial art called Aikido. In the dream I asked him if he could teach me some aikido, so within what felt like 10 minutes I had become some kind of aikido master. It was amazing; I was punching at the speed of light and doing great flips.

Then, this other guy I know called Peter comes into the room and we get into a huge verbal arguement. Peter is infamous for always getting into arguements with others, and this time it was about how he thought that hapkido was the superior martial art compared to aikido (he does hapkido and Albert does aikido in real life). I do not remember the details of their arguement, but i do remember Peter became much angrier than Albert.

Then after a while i became fed up with their arguement; it was pointless. Both sides had valid points which I do not recall the details of, but they must have been valid or the next thing would not have happened. Please note that in the second paragraph I called Peter 'some guy I know', not a friend. So I got into the arguement on Alberts side, since Albert is the greater friend here, but Peter would not give up the arguement even though I had now clearly tipped it towards aikido>hapkido.So Albert and I became fed up and beat up Peter. In the dream it seemed like the right thing to do.

I don't remember much more than that from the dream, all I know is that I hate hapkido, whatever it actually is.


Also, a few of you people following my blog seem to think that all of the dreams that I have posted here are lucid dreams, which is incorrect. These have so far only been normal dreams that I have had the night before except that one with Metallica. The goal of this blog is to lucid dream, not to just talk about my awesome lucid dreams that I'm having.

An update to the followers of this blog.

I just wanted my loyal followers to know that this blog is not dead, i just have not had any dreams, that i can remember anyway, recently. I guess that metallica lucid dream must have somehow effected my ability to dream or something.

Either way, just stay tuned. The dreams will come, i promise.

Lucid Dreaming with Metallica

Last night I had a great dream. I was at my old high school oval which a Metallica concert was at. I didn't have a ticket so i was at the concert illegally, all of my friends thought that I was some kind of awesome rebel. I was with one of my best friends which happened to live across the street from my highschool. As Metallica was playing Sad But True, i had an in-dream realisation. I asked my friend if he lived across the street from the school, and he said no.

Thats when i realized i was in a dream.

So i ran up on stage and punched James Hetfield in the face. No consequences

it was great. I don't know if this lucid dream was because of this journal im keeping, but its great to see some results so early on.

Sam meets Jerry Seinfeld in QATAR

These dreams were had on 4.3.2011

I've recently started watching Curb Your Enthusiasm, and just finished the first season. In my first dream that night, i dreamt that i was watching, or starring in, the second season of Curb, and that the second season was like a new season of Seinfeld, except it was in a black and gold colourscheme (like black and white). It still had the same humour and laughtrack (yes, there was a laughtrack in my dream). I remember driving around with Jerry and George in a car. It was rad.

Then i woke up in the middle of the night and went to the toilet.

Afterwards, when i fell asleep again, i dreamt that i went to QATAR, a middle eastern country I've been to before in transit for a few days, except it was much more futuristic, a lot like what i would think New York is like; huge television screens everywhere advertising useless crap. Everyone had great new technology, however it was still noticably the same country. All of the streets still had a a memorable grey and green colourscheme. Then i remember that i went to some kind of Lindt chocolate factory there.

Rad.