Due to Mattie jr interrupting my sleeping patterns, cheese surfing has been very limited as of late. However, I did manage to get one in.
Cheese: Camembert (100g)
I was playing a game of football with some friends and a bunch of other people I didn't know. The people I didn't know were basically ruining the game as they kept picking the ball up and insisting on bizarre and ridiculous rule changes. After a while I got bored, and stopped playing.
I went back to get a shower and get changed. In the dressing room there was a TV which was showing the BBC news channel. Fiona Bruce was reading the news, but for reasons unknown she was dressed as a French Napoleonic soldier and looked like an extra in Les Miserables.
The story she was reading seemed to be about an imminent alien invasion, which made me think some sort of wind up was going on.
I left the dressing room and found myself in an office. The office was full of toys, although it wasn't clear whether the office was that of a toy company or if there were just loads of toys lying around.
There was a noise outside, and we all went to look out of the window to see what it was, we couldn't really get a good look and everyone was convinced it was a UFO. However, it turned out to be a military helicopter being flown by Fiona Bruce. The helicopter was full of Napoleonic French soldiers.
Fiona Bruce was gesticulating towards us, and I think she was trying to tell us that she was off to fight the UFOs. Sadly for her, at that moment a UFO appeared and blew up the helicopter.
At this point I grew very annoyed with all the toys lying around and decided that I really should go and do some proper work.
Freakiness: 7
Nightmare Factor: 6
Amusement Factor: 6
Enjoyability: 5
Coherence: 7
Vividness: 6
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Sunday, 24 January 2010
Camembert Lucid Dream
Dream from Thursday night (only got round to writing it up now)
Only had a couple of lucid dreams before falling asleep properly.
Cheese: Camembert (approx 70g)
Dream 1
The dream was very short. I had a skipping rope round my neck and I was basically a human swing ball as the skipping rope handles flew round me. It didn't hurt at all and it was quite good fun.
Freakiness: 5
Nightmare Factor: 2
Amusement Factor: 6
Enjoyability: 6
Coherence: 4
Vividness: 8
Dream 2
I was playing table tennis with a girl I once played badminton with when I was about 15. She seemed to be able to hit the ball very hard as it flew past me at 100mph every time.
I've not scored this as it was too brief.
Only had a couple of lucid dreams before falling asleep properly.
Cheese: Camembert (approx 70g)
Dream 1
The dream was very short. I had a skipping rope round my neck and I was basically a human swing ball as the skipping rope handles flew round me. It didn't hurt at all and it was quite good fun.
Freakiness: 5
Nightmare Factor: 2
Amusement Factor: 6
Enjoyability: 6
Coherence: 4
Vividness: 8
Dream 2
I was playing table tennis with a girl I once played badminton with when I was about 15. She seemed to be able to hit the ball very hard as it flew past me at 100mph every time.
I've not scored this as it was too brief.
Wednesday, 20 January 2010
Glazed Camembert
My second recorded Camembert cheese surf was definitely more successful. The rich creamy mature Camembert, on this occasion, produced some very vivid visions. There was only one dream I can remember.
It should also be noted that the Camembert produced some excellent lucid dreams at the beginning of the night. Unfortunately I was already in a state of semi-sleep, so didn't make any notes and I had forgotten the lucid dreams when I woke up, beyond remembering that I came round from one thinking 'woah, that was intense!'
With more practice I hope to be able to train myself to take notes on my lucid dreams despite being in a state of semi-sleep.
Cheese: Camembert (approx. 70g)
The dream started in the back garden of a house. Although I'd not seen this house before, it was certainly familiar. I'm not sure who's house it was, it may even have been my house. There seemed to be some sort of summer party going on, there were lots of people there, and the weather was hot and sunny. My wife was there, as were my parents, I seemed to know the other people, but I'm not sure who they were.
Everyone was very nice and friendly and there seemed to be quite a party atmosphere. It felt like my party as everyone seemed to be talking to me - maybe it was my birthday, as my birthday is in the summer time.
After a while the party all moved on together, out of the garden and down the side of the house, a short walk brought us to a building on a corner. The building had a logo on it, that I recognised at the time, but can't remember now.
All the party goers filed into the reception area of this building where there was a man standing behind a small desk. We all queued up and proceeded to put in a bulk order for double glazing. We were doing this because we could get it much cheaper if we all bought it together.
When I got to the front of the queue I was talking to the guy, but I was trying to hide my face a bit because I had something on it, I'm not sure what though. It could have been food from the party (although I could have wiped this off), or maybe it was ink or maybe it was a cut or a bruise, I'm not sure but I was trying to hide my face, particularly my eyes.
After ordering the double glazing we all went back to the house where the party had started. I went into the house and my parents were having a dividing wall put up in the kitchen to divide the kitchen/diner into two separate rooms. This was quite bizarre given that it wasn't their house. What confused me most in my parents actual kitchen (in reality) they had a dividing wall taken out about 12 years ago. I kept asking them why they were having one put in, even though this was a different house.
I then went outside where everyone else was and went back to the end of the garden where the dream had begun. The party continued and people started taking photos, but this photo taking got out of hand as everyone started taking pictures of me like a paparazzi mob, and flash bulbs were going off like crazy. This made no sense to me and I was very confused and slightly blinded.
Freakiness: 6
Nightmare Factor: 2
Amusement Factor: 4
Enjoyability: 6
Coherence: 7
Vividness: 8
It should also be noted that the Camembert produced some excellent lucid dreams at the beginning of the night. Unfortunately I was already in a state of semi-sleep, so didn't make any notes and I had forgotten the lucid dreams when I woke up, beyond remembering that I came round from one thinking 'woah, that was intense!'
With more practice I hope to be able to train myself to take notes on my lucid dreams despite being in a state of semi-sleep.
Cheese: Camembert (approx. 70g)
The dream started in the back garden of a house. Although I'd not seen this house before, it was certainly familiar. I'm not sure who's house it was, it may even have been my house. There seemed to be some sort of summer party going on, there were lots of people there, and the weather was hot and sunny. My wife was there, as were my parents, I seemed to know the other people, but I'm not sure who they were.
Everyone was very nice and friendly and there seemed to be quite a party atmosphere. It felt like my party as everyone seemed to be talking to me - maybe it was my birthday, as my birthday is in the summer time.
After a while the party all moved on together, out of the garden and down the side of the house, a short walk brought us to a building on a corner. The building had a logo on it, that I recognised at the time, but can't remember now.
All the party goers filed into the reception area of this building where there was a man standing behind a small desk. We all queued up and proceeded to put in a bulk order for double glazing. We were doing this because we could get it much cheaper if we all bought it together.
When I got to the front of the queue I was talking to the guy, but I was trying to hide my face a bit because I had something on it, I'm not sure what though. It could have been food from the party (although I could have wiped this off), or maybe it was ink or maybe it was a cut or a bruise, I'm not sure but I was trying to hide my face, particularly my eyes.
After ordering the double glazing we all went back to the house where the party had started. I went into the house and my parents were having a dividing wall put up in the kitchen to divide the kitchen/diner into two separate rooms. This was quite bizarre given that it wasn't their house. What confused me most in my parents actual kitchen (in reality) they had a dividing wall taken out about 12 years ago. I kept asking them why they were having one put in, even though this was a different house.
I then went outside where everyone else was and went back to the end of the garden where the dream had begun. The party continued and people started taking photos, but this photo taking got out of hand as everyone started taking pictures of me like a paparazzi mob, and flash bulbs were going off like crazy. This made no sense to me and I was very confused and slightly blinded.
Freakiness: 6
Nightmare Factor: 2
Amusement Factor: 4
Enjoyability: 6
Coherence: 7
Vividness: 8
Tuesday, 19 January 2010
Camembert Reconnaissance
Initial results with Camembert are disappointing. I have had, in the past, some seriously intense experiences surfing Camembert, but not on this occasion.
I woke up at approximately 5am having had no clear dreams that I could remember, I then slept on and off until getting up, and I only recall one fairly fuzzy dream
Cheese: Camembert (approx. 70g)
The only note I made on waking up this morning was 'playing football with a tall German'. The German in question was indeed very tall, he had a habit of balancing the ball on top of his head, which meant not only could no-one get to it, but you couldn't actually see the ball as he was that tall.
I think he was the dad of a German guy I once worked with, although in reality this is implausible as he was only about 10 years old than my ex-colleague. The tall German (let's call him Klaus) scored a goal by shooting across the goal left to right (as you look at the goal), and slotting the ball into the bottom right corner.
Although it was right in the corner, it was travelling very slowly so the goalkeeper should have saved it. Unfortunately the goalkeeper was a guy I play with on a Tuesday who is one of the worst goalkeepers I've ever seen (he has been referred to as 'clingfilm hands').
The ball knocked some skittles over in the corner as it went.
Some other stuff happened in this dream but I can't remember it clearly.
Freakiness: 3
Nightmare Factor: 3
Amusement Factor: 6
Enjoyability: 6
Coherence: 2
Vividness: 3
I woke up at approximately 5am having had no clear dreams that I could remember, I then slept on and off until getting up, and I only recall one fairly fuzzy dream
Cheese: Camembert (approx. 70g)
The only note I made on waking up this morning was 'playing football with a tall German'. The German in question was indeed very tall, he had a habit of balancing the ball on top of his head, which meant not only could no-one get to it, but you couldn't actually see the ball as he was that tall.
I think he was the dad of a German guy I once worked with, although in reality this is implausible as he was only about 10 years old than my ex-colleague. The tall German (let's call him Klaus) scored a goal by shooting across the goal left to right (as you look at the goal), and slotting the ball into the bottom right corner.
Although it was right in the corner, it was travelling very slowly so the goalkeeper should have saved it. Unfortunately the goalkeeper was a guy I play with on a Tuesday who is one of the worst goalkeepers I've ever seen (he has been referred to as 'clingfilm hands').
The ball knocked some skittles over in the corner as it went.
Some other stuff happened in this dream but I can't remember it clearly.
Freakiness: 3
Nightmare Factor: 3
Amusement Factor: 6
Enjoyability: 6
Coherence: 2
Vividness: 3
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