tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41635928611456087872024-03-13T07:55:50.157-07:00Lain's DreamlandLainIwakurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06247060164665561107noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163592861145608787.post-35344352500385358972011-11-08T14:28:00.000-08:002011-11-08T14:28:33.616-08:00UuuuuuuuuuuuUuuuuuuuuuuu..............<br />
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I haven't forgotten about this forever...; _ ;LainIwakurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06247060164665561107noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163592861145608787.post-28103849935745891482011-10-03T12:22:00.000-07:002011-10-03T12:22:26.331-07:00Things are slow in the dreamland~Hi all~ sorry for not updating in a while, there have been a few reasons:<br />
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1) Way busy with school. I have trouble thinking up content for regular posts let alone trying to remember the contents of my dreams.<br />
2) I've been remembering much less stuff since I started school.<br />
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That being said, I have remembered <i>some </i>things, so I really don't have a good excuse beyond too lazy. A post would only take ~10-20 minutes and I definitely have that time...<br />
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So sorry, I'll get back on track soon. Even if I don't remember a lot I think I'll start posting <i>anything </i>that I happen to remember.<br />
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LainIwakurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06247060164665561107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163592861145608787.post-33139012292373537072011-09-21T08:49:00.000-07:002011-09-21T08:49:50.823-07:00Entry #10, An experimental J-Rock duo...Bit of a short one today, but I do need to get things up here. Even if people don't read it much it's more for me than anything...=3 just people have the <i>option </i>to follow.<br />
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But, it appears being in school has impacted my ability to really remember dreams. It's very odd. I considered myself quite good at remembering until I started this thing, I only actually remember 2-3 things a week, and of that only 1 or 2 would be worth posting here.<br />
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Anyway, let'su go!<br />
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<a name='more'></a>So it starts off and I'm in this apartment, I'm watching this drummer and his girlfriend. They're both Japanese and doing some experimental J-Rock thing. I watch them for a bit until they finish the set then they start asking me how it was and stuff, and they're very curious about what I thought, etc.,<br />
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I tell them it was great, and they're glad. I'm invited to the after party. When the guy (drummer) leaves, I'm left alone with the girl. She starts crying and confides in me she is worried he's taking too many drugs. I try to calm her down and tell her she shouldn't worry so much, etc., she says I'm right, and we get up and go to the party.<br />
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This party was very strange, there were a lot of friends from Finland there. We were hanging out and laughing and just having a good time. There were some other strange things going on such as me using the sauna and then not being able to find a towel...but yeah I don't remember in much detail.<br />
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That's all for now :3c<br />
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<br />LainIwakurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06247060164665561107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163592861145608787.post-47349989176556623192011-09-15T08:01:00.000-07:002011-09-15T08:01:58.824-07:00Entry #9, Fragments of post-apocalyptic scenes.Today's post will be a bit short...I don't remember too much from this since I was woken up in a bit of an untimely manner, but I decided even if I remembered a bit I should document it. This dream is really in two parts but due to sparse details I may just move from one scene to the next without really separating things.<br />
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I'm in a vast field of ice...playing league of legends...sort of. Instead of controlling a character, <i>I am a character, </i>and on this field there are multiple others coming to kill me. I guess my dream-self holds my skills in high regard though because I owned the...dream players like they were noobs =x Maybe they don't read patch notes?<br />
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It's sketchy here what exactly happened, I have memories of diving off ice cliffs into water to get away from attacks...bunch of random things. I can only say one thing happened for sure, and this goes into our next "part", Me and a friend found a door hidden in the ground.<br />
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We had to use a bit of force but we got the door open, it led to this chamber where there was a construction crew. They were telling us all about how they had to make a tunnel away from this evil castle thing. We went up a bit further, and through a window we observed that far in the distance was an underground castle floating on a large chunk of rock. It was apparently a very evil castle.<br />
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So naturally we had to go there. I don't remember how we got there, we went through some sort of pipe. While there though, it was strange...it wasn't so much a castle but more like a basement filled with unseen monsters. It's a dirty basement, brick walls and concrete / dirt floors. Spiderwebs everywhere...littered with things that I like dirtied in..the dirt =x (i.e, loli pantsu trampled on the ground. Always makes me so sad).<br />
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Don't remember much of what we did in this evil castle, but the dream ends with my friend telling me to run because he's turning into a zombie, so I did. I had to escape as I heard him painful transforming down the hall.<br />
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My dreams make me make that face sometimes..LainIwakurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06247060164665561107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163592861145608787.post-38564898183998766242011-09-10T14:21:00.000-07:002011-09-10T14:22:15.757-07:00Entry #8, Finally remembered something..and it's goodSorry I haven't updated all last week, I just simply haven't remembered <i>any </i>of the dreams I've had, or if I remembered small bits they weren't worth making a whole post about. I did remember last nights dream though and damn was it good. I'm starting to recognize a trend in my dreams, usually they have three main parts that may or may not be related. Maybe I'm remembering up to three dreams a night? Who knows. (You do have multiple dreams each night, one for each cycle).<br />
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Me and two friends are going to see a horror movie, it's supposedly the scariest one EVAR and during the film some guy in the theater is supposed to murder random people with shards of glass. (Yeah I guess that would be scary...I don't wanna see this movie guys ;_;). The murderous man bares a resemblance to "The most dangerous man in the world" from a few entries back. Maybe there is a connection here? Who knows.<br />
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We spend a lot of time getting the proper tickets and all of that, the preshow starts and we learn it's a sequel to an earlier film that wasn't as scary. The guy murdering people with glass was at the first film, where he murdered people with glass.<br />
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The film we are watching, is a video tape of people watching the first film and getting murdered. It's like murder-cinema inception in here. I can see why it'd be very scary. "Oh shit! That guy was murdered! What if I'm going to end up like him??" I remember me and my friends made a point of sitting in seats FAR AWAY FROM THE AISLES, because the people in the aisle seats were the first to go.<br />
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I'm in university. I've moved into one of the buildings, but not a dorm. It's "the student center". At my University this includes a cafeteria, a bunch of lounges and some other things. I've moved into a storage room type of thing, but it's been converted to be livable. I don't really know why I was there but I was researching something, and when I'm researching it's one of two things...lolis or computer science.<br />
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In this case I think it was computer science, because I'm a decent person who wouldn't dare research lolis at University. Anyway, people kept interrupting my research to ask me about the room and how I got there, how nice it was to live so close to everything...etc., it got a bit annoying.<br />
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I'm driving around with someone, we're discussing jobs. I keep telling them they should move to Canada to find a job- "We'll live in Toronto, it'll be awesome and so cool", even though Toronto is actually only half-cool.<br />
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Suddenly the person in the car changes, it's some fat guy. He tells me to get a job at his company and how I need to work for them. I try to explain to him I've only <i>just </i>entered second year and I refuse to speak to anyone about jobs unless they believe I'm not entry-level. (I'm not. I have an entry-level position right now =/)<br />
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He says it's no problem and he'll contact someone, I begin to have second doubts and inform him I'd at least like to finish the semester. Then with all this worry in my head he'll start setting up interviews I may not want...the dream evaporates.<br />
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<br />LainIwakurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06247060164665561107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163592861145608787.post-87412904753438897532011-09-03T17:17:00.000-07:002011-09-03T17:17:02.452-07:00Entry #7, More vacations, some confrontations with family...I realized I don't have to put the date here because uh, the post does that automatically lol. The dreams in this post are a bit separate, but at the same time I have a feeling they all flowed into one another...bit hard to explain.<div>Let's get to it!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eY7bx2Z1iuU/TmK-SUnztiI/AAAAAAAAAZk/1d1eMii5E2Y/s1600/1268553110146.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="317" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eY7bx2Z1iuU/TmK-SUnztiI/AAAAAAAAAZk/1d1eMii5E2Y/s320/1268553110146.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><a name='more'></a><b>Part 1</b></div><div>I'm in bed talking with a certain person online, I can't go into much detail about what we discussed (or else I may get slapped). My mom is banging on the door and tells me to throw my laundry down the laundry chute. (Yeah we have one of those..big, old house..=x)</div><div><br />
</div><div>I get up out of bed and gather up my clothes to toss them down there, after I do I shut the door to the chute and it makes like a slight banging noise. My mom explodes at me.."You're messed up you know! All you concern yourself with is destruction and isolation!" I sort of make the okay face, accepting this outburst, but then I turn to her and I'm like "How in the hell am I being destructive?! I accidentally let the thing slam and you explode like this, you're the one creating conflict." She retorts "You need some stimulants or something". I'm like "wat", she explains "You spend all day sleeping and in your room, you need some stimulants and you also need to stop eating high-fat food."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MtacEBX3B6g/TmLBtZAErMI/AAAAAAAAAZs/h2fNs75uvMc/s1600/1268857621664.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MtacEBX3B6g/TmLBtZAErMI/AAAAAAAAAZs/h2fNs75uvMc/s320/1268857621664.jpg" width="236" /></a></div><div><br />
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</div><div><b>Part 2</b></div><div>I'm in a big auditorium, there is some presentation going on- I'm there with multiple friends. My one friend is the "DJ" for the presentation, and his job involves making sure the video they play to everyone while they wait for things to start is cool and what not.</div><div><br />
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</div><div><b>Part 3</b></div><div>Probably the most interesting part of the dream for me. I'm with some people and we're going on a vacation to north-northern Ontario. You see...a huge amount of Canada is sparsely inhabited and really I think 90% of us have no clue what happens up there. I've looked on a map once, there are a few towns but none of them have more than 1000 people.</div><div><br />
</div><div>What the hell goes on up there? Well, if it's anything like the dream I wouldn't mind going for reals to check it out. We're going up there, and it's the middle of winter. (bad idea). I reminisce about how this is like Finland (I lived in Finland for 11 months, if you didn't know). We get to this town, they're leaving for the winter to go camp in the foresty/clearing type area. The reason is apparently some bugs will eat their crops if they stay there. (it was already winter tho, crops ain't growing yo. Dreams- why u no make sense??)</div><div><br />
</div><div>So we get walking, and all along the way there are just beautiful things. For example, we passed a small lake that had fish 2 - 3 meters long jumping out and preforming a sort of show for us. There were frogs the size of basketballs..it was really cool. Periodically I have dreams where the scenes are just awe-inspiring. I enjoy those ones.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Uo7fh9izYI/TmLC2Es1ypI/AAAAAAAAAZw/hFbSVyi4yrw/s1600/1268558107794.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Uo7fh9izYI/TmLC2Es1ypI/AAAAAAAAAZw/hFbSVyi4yrw/s320/1268558107794.png" width="282" /></a></div><div><br />
</div>LainIwakurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06247060164665561107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163592861145608787.post-57916021511560895122011-09-01T14:51:00.000-07:002011-09-01T14:51:17.741-07:00Entry #6, Strange trips through China<b><u>September 1st, 2011 - Thursday</u></b><br />
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Today may be a bit short. To tell the truth, lately I've had trouble remembering my dreams, or if I do remember parts I think "it's not worth writing down".<br />
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<a name='more'></a>I'm on a boat with some people in waters around Shanghai port (that's not safe at all I bet). We're fishing, I decided to jump off the boat and fish like...more in the water. I end up catching a fish and it's sort of small and looks a bit odd, I'm wondering what it is, and people from the boat are shouting at me "It's a trout!", "No! It's a sunfish!", then the fish looks at me and says "I'm a small-mouth bass". I tell the people back on the boat the fish told me what he is, they seemed disappointed.<br />
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I let him go, and a bunch of other people jump into the water with me. We're going into port now and we decided the cool way to do this would be to grab onto some chains dangling from a large ship. (This is like 100% good way to die probably)<br />
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We get to the port somehow, and I'm there with one of my Japanese friends. She wasn't on the boat before getting here but whatever. Me and her wander around and end up in this doujin store, they aren't like SFW either. There are life sized plushies of lolis spread wide and shirts of loli's in lewd positions and such...she doesn't seem to care though. I'm trying to act like I'm not interested in those items, since they did have other cool things.<br />
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After wandering around for a bit, she buys a big box of warhammer 40k stuff. I'm like "You really are into those things?", she says "Well, I need to take my mind off of life for a bit." I tell her warhammer 40k would be a good way to do that...since it like takes up shitloads of time..<br />
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That's basically it. Hopefully I'll have more things tomorrow.<br />
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</u></b></div><div>I don't remember much detail from most of these dreams, but I'll write down the parts I do remember.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LmnrKMPFHaI/TlwG12qERCI/AAAAAAAAAZA/hldmZwpzlgs/s1600/1311978037393.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LmnrKMPFHaI/TlwG12qERCI/AAAAAAAAAZA/hldmZwpzlgs/s320/1311978037393.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><a name='more'></a><b>First Dream</b></div><div>I'm in a run down building. It's a mix between apartments, and a school for underprivileged children. The layout is very confusing, I'm trying to find my apartment (I guess I moved there) but I can't. There are other residents sort of standing around watching me, I'm worried that if I reveal where I live they'll come and rob me.</div><div><br />
</div><div>In my wanderings around this building I come across one of the classrooms that's used to teach kids aged 7 - 17. The teacher is wildly mean, like yelling at everyone to finish their test and stuff. She was ignoring me for the moment.</div><div><br />
</div><div>She went up to this little girl and started telling her how she was too stupid to finish the test etc., etc., the little girl was just trembling a bit, I'm like right beside them watching this unfold, then the little girl whispers "Fuck you" to the teacher, the teacher is like "Fuck me? Fuck you!" and she grabs the kids head and swiftly brings it into contact with her knee. At this point I start yelling at the teacher "You fucked up! You don't knee children in the head bitch!" and she was wondering who I was, I told her I wasn't a student and I was going to get the media down there and expose her whole sick operation.</div><div><br />
</div><div>So I did, the last thing I remember about the dream is the media swarming the teacher talking about how such a huge scandal it was.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wmczemVft8c/TlwIvbU6I4I/AAAAAAAAAZE/mxUZ_d9-qh4/s1600/1260714289323.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wmczemVft8c/TlwIvbU6I4I/AAAAAAAAAZE/mxUZ_d9-qh4/s320/1260714289323.jpg" width="261" /></a></div><div><br />
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>You don't knee lolis in the face man!</i></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div><b>Second Dream</b></div><div>I've witnessed somebodies murder. I know that, and I know that earlier in the dream I did actually witness it but now that memory is very hazy. The cops are trying to find out who did it, and although I'm not the person I'm connected to them. They come into my room and start searching and find a key, somehow the key was important.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I bring my girlfriend (there was a part of the dream as to <i>how </i>I exactly acquired one but I forget it, and no I don't have a IRL gf), to the courtyard to speak with my mom and my brother. We need to tell her about the murder and make her understand why we did it and now why we need to move far away.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n7lN-hY1zQI/TlwJkwALovI/AAAAAAAAAZI/_Su1KIDWBOI/s1600/1284506806920.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n7lN-hY1zQI/TlwJkwALovI/AAAAAAAAAZI/_Su1KIDWBOI/s320/1284506806920.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>that's all for this one!</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div><b>Third Dream</b></div><div>I'm at my friends house, this is a RL ex-friend. We were split up in a very unfortunate way and I have reoccurring dreams of what the friendship would be like if the events that split us up never happened.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Anyway, I'm at his house with his three little sisters. One of them is going in for surgery in the morning and I need to stay there overnight to organize her room so it's nice and clean for when she gets back. The dream involved a large amount of putting toys into plastic cases.</div><div><br />
</div><div>That's all I remember from this one.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Strangely enough, the first dream happened earliest in the night (I know because I woke up after it), the second two happened later on- and yet they're more hazy.</div>LainIwakurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06247060164665561107noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163592861145608787.post-12024359942455901772011-08-27T13:13:00.000-07:002011-08-27T18:28:46.830-07:00Entry #4, An encounter with a very disturbing man<b><u>Aug 27th, 2011 - Saturday</u></b><br />
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This dream is just plain weird so let's get into it.<br />
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<a name='more'></a>It begins, me and some of my friends meet this guy who is hosting a party. We decide to go, he has a very huge house. It's like...a mansion with very ornate stuff all over. There is a library, a big dining hall..it's like the batman mansion or something.<br />
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So we're there just chilling, and I go to the bathroom. This guy like lived on his own I guess, so the bathroom only has a clear glass door. I'm sort of uncomfortable using a toilet if everyone walking by can see what's going on...so I walk around the rest of the bathroom (it too, was huge). I came across a sauna, and a few of my friends from Finland were in there (how original). I said hello to them and talked with them for a few minutes.<br />
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I go back to the bathroom deciding that I really have to go, I don't really care if people can see- but then I look out the door and about 150 people have filled the dining hall and they were all eating and partying. Wow. Maybe if it was the 1 or 2 guys in the sauna I wouldn't mind but I <i>definitely </i>can't use the bathroom like this.<br />
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So I say fuck it. I go back into the party and begin socializing. This is where things take a turn off the deep end, a cop comes and starts breaking things up. I'm not worried because I have my ID on me and legal age in Canada is 19, to be honest I sort of begin acting like an ass to this cop (which isn't like me). He was very fat and kept demanding to see our id's and stuff. I wasn't complying. He got angry and turned into this demonic figure that I can only describe as Kassadin from League of Legends<br />
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So basically a fat cop turned into kassadin who turned into a whiny goth kid that no one understands. Makes sense? =/<br />
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Well, shift scenes. I'm walking with an undercover cop in my city and I tell him this story. The cops face freezes and he's like "You didn't tell him your name or show him your ID did you?" I said I hadn't. He was like "Okay that's good...that was the deadliest man in the world. We call him dragon. He used to be my partner but then he went missing along with my wife, we suspect he murdered her. Ever since then he goes around to parties and kills anyone that shows him their ID" (lolwtf?)<br />
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Then we're approached by that very guy. He is holding a stick and he is dressed up like some black metal dude. The cop is visibly shaken. He's like "You...where is my wife?" The "most dangerous man in the world" picks up his stick and begins laughing, he points it at a wall where a demonic mark has been inscribed, then from the end of the stick he blasts three holes in the wall and this cops wife steps out, except she is fat, disfigured, and her face has been scratched off.<br />
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Me and the undercover cop go to try and help this lady who has been hurt really badly, no idea where the disturbing dude went, but when we get to the lady she just stops moving, and then, no joke, she is sucked into and eaten by a vagina like thing in the wall. It was hairy, large, disgusting, and had veins popping out of it. The cop is now very upset and is all "We couldn't do anything for her".<br />
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So that was my dream. When I woke up this was me:<br />
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LainIwakurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06247060164665561107noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163592861145608787.post-52439619041603994032011-08-25T11:17:00.000-07:002011-08-25T11:17:23.179-07:00Entry #3, Glorious pantsu..and boats<b><u>Aug 25th, 2011 - Thursday</u></b><div><b><u><br />
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</div><div>So it starts off with me in on a mattress in an empty warehouse comparing pantsu of different anime characters...ranking them and seeing if I could tell which ones were used and what not..it was uh, yeah. If you know me you may know I'm a bit pervy sometimes..pantsu is a favorite thing to think about =x</div><div><br />
</div><div>It was strange, because the faces of the anime character to whom the pantsu belonged were actually on the pantsu, for example, Yui had some orange / yellow stripe pattern and her face was printed on the left, who prints their face on their pantsu? O_O well whatever.</div><div><br />
</div><div>There were quite a few there, characters from ichigo mashimaro..azumanga and madoka. I just kept arranging and rearranging.</div><div><br />
</div><div>The next part is interesting, I remember being on a small boat with my uncle, aunt, and one of their kids. My uncle was vehement about telling me how much he likes fishing and hunting and how I should get into it. For now though, he said driving the boat was all I could do. So...I did. We weren't in water though =x the boat was on a trailer and I was driving it like...on the streets. Very odd.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Teleport again, me and the uncle are ice fishing. That's it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tENJItYw4PQ/TlaReqEJASI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/9Fvu2YTqQmU/s1600/1278228628544.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tENJItYw4PQ/TlaReqEJASI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/9Fvu2YTqQmU/s320/1278228628544.jpg" width="248" /></a></div><div><br />
</div>LainIwakurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06247060164665561107noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163592861145608787.post-46424168122772086362011-08-24T12:08:00.000-07:002011-08-24T12:09:08.177-07:00Entry #2, I wish I could remember it better.<b><u>Aug 24, 2011 - Wednesday</u></b><br />
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Two dreams I'll be talking about. The first one was interrupted by my sisters alarm clock at 8:30a.m, and she had left the house. Thankfully my mom was home and knew how to turn off an iPhone alarm so it wasn't going for...forever.<br />
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<a name='more'></a>So me and some friends are at a LoL (League of Legends) convention. I'm trying to find someone important so I can tell them about the two champions I hate playing against the most. If you know the game those two are Zilean and Fiddlesticks btw...I have my reasons for hating them as much as I do ;_;<br />
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Things sort of fade here and I'm tossed into another random scene, me and someone else are running around looking for a place to do "sexual things". In my dreams when "sexual things" are going to happen 90% of the time it's just stupid build up. This time was no different, we found some back-alley store place that looked like a good spot at the time, but we were yelled at by the owners because we weren't Asian. (wtf?)<br />
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Dream #1 ends here.<br />
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Me and my family are in a convention center type thing, except for some reason I got the feeling it was on a very big ship. I never saw the body of water we may have been on though, but it did feel like we were on one.<br />
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We kept going to meetings and my sister wasn't allowed to go, she was pretty upset by this. I also remember at random points eating some pieces of cheese that tbh weren't very tasty.<br />
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That's all for today.LainIwakurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06247060164665561107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163592861145608787.post-9196788913561522382011-08-22T12:28:00.000-07:002011-08-22T15:07:02.019-07:00Entry #1..short and strange<b><u>Aug 22, 2011 - Monday.</u></b><br />
Edit: just thought I should note that if you only want to read about the dream hit "read more" the first paragraph is like, sort of unrelated.<br />
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I was going to put up an entry yesterday but decided against it, the contents of yesterdays dreams aren't very clear to me since I was uh, drinking that night ^^;<br />
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Today's entry may actually be a bit sparse on detail, the way this works is right when I get up I come and make a blog post- I shouldn't have checked any of my news before doing this...you see, apparently <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_Layton">Jack Layton</a> died today. I'm not really into politics at all, but this guy was a cool guy, and the one time I had to vote in our elections I voted for him =( so yeah...hearing that first thing in the morning knocked me out of things for about 30 minutes. I may buy a bottle of sake tonight to remember him...=(<br />
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<a name='more'></a>Okay the dream.<br />
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The earliest part I remember was this guy who recently graduated from my university coming to talk to me and some friends, he was bragging about how he made $50,000 on Prince Edward Island doing <i>something </i>tech related. It's sort of strange because this person does not have the capabilities to make that much money in one summer, however he certainly would brag about it.<br />
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Next, I'm sitting in a room with a certain internet friend from the land down under, we're talking on our computers though - not IRL despite being in the same room. He tells me that he has to go sabotage someone's relationship for some reason (details weren't very good), and I'm like "That's okay, I'm learning about Tom Sawyer", and indeed there were two people there telling me about how I should go check out the Tom Sawyer museum (does it even exist?). It was really odd. I got distracted though, this next part may appeal to readers...<br />
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On my computer screen I was thrust in the middle of a touhou spellcard, one that I've never seen before so I guess my head just made it up. It involved three people, the first one was <a href="http://touhou.wikia.com/wiki/Lyrica_Prismriver">Lyrica Prismriver</a>, the second was Cirno, and the third was the person from stage 5 of UFO (sorry too lazy to look it up), an odd combo for a spell card but whatever. I don't really know how to describe the spellcard, it involved a lot of spinning lasers (like that one Satori spell in SA), moving up and around their heads, etc., it was fun.<br />
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I looked back over at my friend, his attempt to sabotage someone's relationship didn't quite work. I forget if it backfired or they saw through the attempt, but I do know it wasn't successful. Better luck next time? ^^;<br />
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That's it.<br />
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LainIwakurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06247060164665561107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163592861145608787.post-26216535630913172472011-08-20T18:37:00.000-07:002011-08-20T18:37:59.417-07:00The purpose of this second blogHello all! If you don't know me, I'm the person that makes post about not a hell of a lot on <a href="http://blog.lainsystems.com/">TheWired</a>. I'm keeping that blog..things will be business as usual (posts every week), but I'm starting this second one to realize a passion I've had for a while...<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;">~</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> L</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">u</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">c</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">i</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">d</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">D</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">r</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">e</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">a</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">m</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">i</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">n</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">g </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;">~</span></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vxeiV5oHWQI/TlBf2clN_HI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Q0PRUS8Aqx0/s1600/1266390514456.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="270" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vxeiV5oHWQI/TlBf2clN_HI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Q0PRUS8Aqx0/s320/1266390514456.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></div><a name='more'></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">So I've been curious about lucid dreaming since I was 13 years old, I've read books on the subject and it's been something I've always wished I could do. I have done it about 3 or 4 times, but the issue is consistency. Once a year isn't really good for me...</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">The main issue is a dream journal. <b>Every single guide on lucid dreaming fucking everywhere </b>tells you that you need one of these things. My first thought was "That's retarded, I have excellent recall. I don't need one". It's true, I can usually remember at least 2 of my dreams every night for a couple hours after I dream them up.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">So a couple weeks ago I was like "Well, I should have a tab on my blog where I can log dreams". Then I was all like "lol but I dunno how to make tabs", so I never did it...and tonight I spontaneously decided to just make a whole new blog for the purpose.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">So now we arrive at the main point, the purpose of this blog is to document my nightly adventures in the world of my dreams and extract information that may help me dream lucidly. The goal is to post here every day, but since I live in reality it'll probably be more like every 2-3 days. The posts will be shorter than my regular blog posts, and just a summary type thing of what the dream was about. If I think it means anything, etc., we'll see where it takes us.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">That's basically it! I hope some of you will enjoy it.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDdw4H599Rw/TlBhRfyamPI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/MwNYo1fsLiI/s1600/1275253018031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDdw4H599Rw/TlBhRfyamPI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/MwNYo1fsLiI/s320/1275253018031.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
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