first Yuschak Extended Play Trigger (8, 500, 300 elemental) (see previous DJ entry/entries for what I am doing here with pictures) 10/11/15 float up to investigate brightness in distance but two moons stacked vertically and colorful planet further to right and redish-purple instead. LD#2: all sexual 10/12/15 playing with fingers trippy DILD 10/10/15 sex with wife, visual off DILD #392-395
jet lag wearing off, starting to sleep normal nights. I had a lot more dreams than represented here but I'm focusing on lucidity at night, not long, detailed recall. + Tribes inventory station: jetting/running/skating to it, repairing it, and trying to use it but enemy arrives too early, dodge to avoid shots +(f) Staying still in a dark place trying to avoid detection from a huge (crocodile?) beast that is chasing us +(f, vague, impressions) interacting with people on pathways + (vivid, present) surprised: neighbor has constructed a BBQ gate blocking traffic to the cul-de-sac in the street outside family home partially blocking our driveway + (f) I'm trying to find the right couch in the right room so I can sit and watch TV. Trying to remember rooms and couch arrangements. Sit down finally, and I look back and see the doorknob of the front door bulge into the house and turn and my family is coming home I think. + walking through long corridors in public transport station (bus/airport?), realize my bag is gone, panic: has it been stolen or have I just forgotten it somewhere? Trying to remember and retrace my steps I'm standing in a crowd of people and someone's talking our picture. A woman is standing to my right and she is starting to press into me: her arm, her left breast. She's coming on to me. She tells me that I should call her. I ask how to find her number, she tells me to use the phone book and gives more data about how to get her number. + walking through crowd, angry at enemies, grab some people and snap their spines with my strength, one of them I just force to the ground, I'm concerned the crowd will gather against me. Stepping onto "subway" (open-air moving walkway at ground level), my wife calls me, as I'm heading into a tunnel soon, I say "QUICK! WHAT IS IT! 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1 NOW!" (the people around me get startled as I say this, I think they think I'm counting down for a bomb). My wife then gets angry with me saying there's no reason she should have to hurry up about asking her question. I'm walking down a street with large mall area ahead of me, I see the entrance to another subway station there and head for it so I can get home. I encounter an open plaza with guitar players. The first one I see is squatting on a foot-wide railing of the central platform wearing white platform shoes? I think it's a female then I see a profile and notice a large belly and a scraggly beard. I look around the platform and there are two more guitar performers: they're all singing and playing the same piece. I see their finger moving: fast and accurate finger picking, and I admire the skill it takes to play like that and feel depressed that I'll probably never be that good on guitar.
There was an orbital laser defense system presice and powerful enough to cut a person in half from space by shining it in their path. I was a part of a team of soldiers that was tasked with retrieving the body of a person killed by this laser in a populated city. we approached the body and pulled out a body bag. we scared a Chinese man that must have been in his 20s away while we stuffed the halves of the dead man in the bag. I wandered off on my own, walking past soldier after soldier on the streets. eventually I came upon a fenced off ramp area. there was a single guard of African origin who was dressed like a modern soldier, holding his gun like the black knight held his sword in Monty Python and the holy grail, downward with both hands on the butt of the rifle. Instinctively I lowered my head, while at the same time attempting to give a friendly nod resulting in a kind of awkward bobbling of my head without making eye contact. (I unfortunately do this a lot in real life while passing people) I had just passed him when he called out to me using a last name I was unfamiliar with, as if he recognized me as someone else. I said no, and stated my first and last name. we talked for a long time, felt like at least 30 minutes about all kinds of things. but eventually the conversation turned to cars and I became bored. I was trying to stay aware of the conversation but I woke up as my mind wandered.
Morning of October 12, 2015. Monday. In my dream, I had been reading an article and make a note of the names Ken Curtis and Amanda Blake (the names of which stand out and do not become distorted as is often the case with words changing when looking back again at what you have read previously). Over time, my dream shifts into a scenario relating to filming a television show. In the episode, apparently of “Gunsmoke”, Miss Kitty (who looks like Amanda Blake at this point) is kidnapped by horse thieves. Along the way, she keeps giving them important advice on which direction to go and when to feed the horses. She does not seem to be in any real danger. She seems very concerned that the horses are well-treated and healthy. Later, I realize that I am Ken Curtis (though look like myself, though younger, perhaps around thirty-five) and my wife Zsuzsanna is Amanda Blake (though also looks like herself at this point). An unknown female “recognizes” us and understands that they or we are the “most famous people ever”. This is even in regards to my dream’s false back story where the two celebrities apparently were only in a few episodes of a television show rather than their actual lifelong careers. I am not exactly sure of how the nature of “our” fame came about. Also, as Ken Curtis, I can heal people that just come into the same room. One person is grateful for how I healed their back problems. From here, people come to see us now and then, but not much else happens. I suppose what is even more amusing is that any thought of Matt Dillon (James Arness) is completely nonexistent. I have absolutely no memory of him in my dream at any point and he never appears in any way, even though he was actually the star of “Gunsmoke”. Now this is what I call true selective memory in the dream state and wonder how it is even possible. Before I fell asleep, I was absentmindedly focused on dreams from 1966 up until now, though kind of shifting randomly all over the place. This is also intriguing because, in both cases, no two people could be so different from us. In both cases, at least the characters they played are nearly the opposite in every way to how we are. My sister Marilyn did meet Ken Curtis in real life years ago though, when he had his makeup on and such and gave her an autographed photograph as his Festus character. Ken Curtis: July 2, 1916-April 28, 1991 Amanda Blake: February 20, 1929-August 16, 1989
Updated 06-12-2016 at 08:56 AM by 1390
This dream was vivid, but not lucid. i only remember some parts of the dream. I was about to lose hope until i just had this dream last night. Fragment 1/3 I remember just staring at this long road, there were some tanks driving by. Fragment 2/3 I remember hearing a deep voice announcing some kind of important news, which i thought was the president or something. i dont really remember what he was announcing..... Fragment 3/3 I was with mom and someone else (idk who) i remember that we were going to go somewhere, but that dream started fading here.
I was sitting on the couch in in my living room and we had people over. I had about 8 doses of pslicibin in a medical bottle and it was liquid. I was debating whether or not to drink it and then I just did out of no where. I only meant to drink a little but I ended up putting down the whole thing. I kind of freaked out a little bit because I was tired and wanted to go to bed but now that was out of the questions since I had just downed the bottle. I started walking toward the stairs from the hallway and a bunch of people came around the corner and headed to the kitchen in very little light. I hid against the wall by the piano and waited it out then went downstairs. There was a storm going on outside and I went into the guest room to find the window facing north-west and the storm had ripped out some of the deck and the window was messed up so I started trying to fix that and then woke up
My recall is coming back...Yay!! But all the landsapes in my dreams were so bleak Oo... D1 - fragment - Trying to find a parking space outside a giant monolithic shopping centre...so grey...yuck... D2 - In a dark gloomy pub, concealed lightning...hmm wouldn't notice if you spilled your pint in here... There are few customers and it looks like despite new management the place will go under...usual. Then I have inspired idea of changing the music in the pub and for every grumpy old man sitting nursing his pint, a lady (partner) arrives in brightly dressed clothes to sit beside them. And the whole place cheers up. YeeHaaa. D3 - We are looking down into a street from a side window. We can clearly see neighbours carrying bags up and down steps. They are chatting. My partner tells me they have bags and bags of xmas shopping. I say no its fire wood which I can clearly see sticking out of their bags. Big branches with knobbly bits. I go downstairs and across the street. Outside another house an old disheveled man comes up to me. He has some groceries. I ask what he is doing he says he has come up to London to do some shopping. He looks suspicious and not to clean. I try to get rid of him but he eventually follows me into the apartment block. There is a grey courtyard below with doors leading off. Its is cold. I feel fearful of him, that hes going to do something. My partner is still somewhere else. Now hes in my apartment! What is it with this guy!? Now were upstairs, there is a house on the roof. Grey with just wet plaster walls, no paint. He is talking about how it would be good to live there. I try quietly to tell him about crazy OCD neighbour and how it would be impossible. He uses my bathroom and then while his back is turned, suddenly his son is there also. I don't know what to do and in the end. Karate chop them both on the shoulders to dispose of them :/ oopsy. - 1) After dream I realise the people were similar to father and son in "the road" film - 2) realise that I had totally rejected my dream characters...well if I could get lucid id make em a room of their own, whatever.
Very little recall today, thanks to both telemarketing maing the phone ring and my cold making it difficult to breath. Eli told me we met up in a dream house that was partially on a lake, and I was very rambunctious and keep falling into the water and climlbing back on the rocks around the terrace as he tried to keep me dry. I sort of remember hugging him and feeling his stumble against my cheek but that's it. I also dream of a big pure black panther with yellow eyes following me around and being very clingy and begging for hug and sitting on my chest and purring while my mother fussed around the house putting this back and my sister died her hair.
Dream 1 Fragment: I see a friend of mine in a university library. He gives me some books I need to read. I meet his girlfriend. When he leaves the girlfriend points out a guy dressed as a woman who is playing a nasty trick on my friend. I'm going to start dating this impostor and then let him know I'm aware of his deceit. Dream 2 I'm in a decrepit house in an American suburb. The sky is an oppressive grey, a muggy day. The front door is by the side of the house, have to climb some stairs. Inside the house is a mess. The walls and floor are stained with filth, the place looks condemned. The path has been made through all the junk and trash on the floor. I walk down the makeshift path to the wall by the far wall. There is a few windows facing the drive with thin curtains. There is a computer there and I start to watch some smutty porn on it. It is as if the women in the clips enter the house? They look manic and desperate and it makes me fee bad. I try to pull the curtains so children can't see this. I can't really get the curtains straight. I get up and try to lock the front door and cover the screen on it. Dream 3 Back in the house, it's night time. I'm not sure if this happens before or after the previous sequence. There is a bright, dramatic light inside. It looks like the second floor has collapsed halfway and makes a ramp from the front door up. On the second floor I see a naked woman to the right. She is lying on the floor in a suggestive position. It's as if she has features that are hidden from plain sight. Like they are out of synch with normal reality, I see red muscular ribbons shift in and out around her. There is a demonic vibe to it. Despite this, I approach her like a moth to a flame... Dream 4 In the house, it has changed again. It looks more stable now and not as destroyed, it looks more like an apartment now with filthy and stained wall. I'm in a living room, there is a large window to the right that is letting in a bluish grey morning light. There is a lamp to the left side that is giving off a yellowish light. I'm in a circle with a group of friends. It feels like a normal social thing, just talking, but at some point we begin to summon our personal demons. (?) A big muscular demon appears and is seated on a chair in the ring, we are all on the floor. He has a skull mask on that overs the upper part of his face. Metaphysical flames emanate from his body with a weird red and orange glow. He begins to speak to us, he is telling us forbidden things and trying to make us make deals? One of my friends summons her demon. It is a female demon with the same kind of skull mask but is pretty petite and is wearing a leather biker jacket. Purple flames are coming from her. It seems to be the male demon's daughter. She is out of control and tries to take over the conversation, she wants to make demands instead of listening. Her father scolds her for this but she yells out an infernal "shut up!" and I focus on her evil skull mask. Her father's jaw snaps locked and shut. She decides she is going to take what she wants. My friend's sister has a small daughter with her and the demoness swoops the child up and takes her out the window over the balcony. A large airline trolley full of beer and alcohol is left behind, just popping into existence behind her, as if to pay for the child. The group runs out to try to get the child. I'm left there with my friend. I go out to the balcony and yell out we have beer here, there's no need to leave! Alone with my friend, I look around the empty apartment. I guess my party ended. It's pretty boring here now. We go into the kitchen. I see an old fridge that I try to turn on. Inside there is an old bottle of Tabasco in it, extra spicy kind, left by the old resident. It's really warm in the fridge, I think the rolls I left in it are going to go bad. The light in the kitchen is depressing. My friend begins to suggest she is about to leave, I'll be left alone her. It's going to be so boring. I see on an old wooden spice shelf by the door out of the kitchen a plastic beadboard picture. How quirky. I now have a place of my own, it is horrible and rotting, but it's my own. I should change my address. I have a false awakening. I write down the details about the fridge and the Tabasco and the beadboard into my dream journal. How real it felt! Like I was really there! After writing it down it all goes black.
Non-dream Non-lucid Lucid Dream 1 I am in my classroom at my Indonesian university. I'm alone, sitting behind a light brown table. In come 3 girls. I worked together with them and 3 other people on a group project. They put a single paper on the table with all of our names on it and a number of O behind it. The more O's behind it, the more you contributed to the group paper. They have given themselves 4 O's and me 2 O's. They want me to sign. Like hell I will! This is ridiculous. I wrote the whole last section on my own. Ow wait no, that was the other project we worked on together. On this one they pulled all the work to themselves. One of them fakes my signature. Wait, didn't we already get our grades for this? Dream 2 I'm with a couple of my best friends. The setting is a combination of a sort of cloud city with ancient Greek architecture, the pillars specificly. One of my friends apparently is holding a secret from me, which one of my other friends is willing to tell me. He tells or asks me something very softly and I ask him to repeat it louder. He does, but intentionally loud enough for the other friend to hear it as well, and makes sure to mention his name. The friend who the secret belongs to says he doesn't want me to know, cause I live with Karin and she can't keep secrets. Dude! I'm not the only one who lives together with people in a house. It doesn't mean I will tell. He has to admit I'm right. Dream 3 I feel like this dream might have actually preceded Dream 2. I went to play soccer with a couple of people, also in a sort of cloud city setting, but a little more run down. It also feels like this might be in Indonesia. I don't really remember the details of it, except that I was apparently with Jel at some point. I go to a toilet somewhere, one which doesn't have any privacy. A woman with short, gray hair is sitting on one of the toilets, without there being any walls separating her from others. The toilet is nothing more than a hole she is squatting above. I'm not sure if I actually end up using a toilet, but I walk out again to find my friends who are sitting at a table. They've already started on a story and don't wanna fill me in. I feel unwelcome in this situation. Dream 4 It's more like I'm witnessing this dream than actually participating in it. There is an epic battle going on.. or I should say more of a slaughter. The Shinigami captains from Bleach are taking a beating pretty hard. The fight is taking place in a very big empty drain, though at one point there is water, there are at least 2 boats and there are bridges. The crew has to aim lemons(?) really carefully so that they end up on the bridges. A couple of failures, but also some successes. Back to the Shinigami: some of them have been eaten by their opponent. Only a few captains are left. In a warehouse looking room, Rukia's brother (I forgot his name) summons the captains. They are instantly teleported. Rukia's brother is nothing more than a backbone in a cape that resembles the ones from Akatsuki. He's laying on the ground, along with 2 other capes. That's all the captains that are left. Two or three guys are standing. One of them is referred to as 'Okin.. eh ow Odin', a guy I know vaguely. I finished reading a book yesterday evening about a boy who was forced to join the navy and had to man one of the cannons. That might explain something. Also I watched a Futurama episode yesterday where an alien devours the crew one by one.
To start off I went to sleep around 1 am, woke up at 4 for a BRB went back to sleep and woke up at 5:55 wbtb. October 11, 2015) Later I felt my body starting to vibrate or get that sleeping foot feeling (I'm a stomach sleeper). If felt like someone was watching me trying top come out of my body (could have been myself). I wanted to go through the wall, but something said no, than I said to myself go through the mirror, that didn't happen either. I just floated through the doorway of my bedroom somewhere. When I got their I could see one of my hands with a blue ball and another hand ready to catch it. I just stayed their watching. After about two throws it came into focus. It was me tossing the ball to a baby boy while we were sitting on the floor. Then another child around 6(boy) came and said mom, daddy's home (while he was saying this I didn't remember seeing mouths on anybody). I said great and I get up and he meets me coming from the playroom carrying our daughter that appears to be 2yrs old. He was wearing a red shirt, and something around his head, his features were very clear (I actually know the person, just couldn't tell if we were married but we have a girl and 2 boys). After I saw him I ended up back in my body. I am talking to my friend from the dream and told him I had a dream about him....as soon as I get that out of my mouth I am fully awake around 10 am.
Updated 10-12-2015 at 03:24 AM by 88588
*I seemed to be at some kind of event when this chick I was sitting next to put her arm around me. I didnt know her the slightest bit and I thought of my girlfriend so I excused myself from the table.
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