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    1. Sliding down the stairs. War in the forest. Too violent for kids.

      by , 03-27-2015 at 11:59 PM
      Multiple dreams.
      I'm not sure if the part in "??" and purple is part of 2 or 3 or a 4th dream.

      1) I slided down the stairs at a harbor. The stairs were long, and there was nothing to make sure you didnt fall out at the side. I realised that and I was about to fall off, but didnt. I met some people I knew but they didnt look familiar. I needed to pee, so I found a toilet. End of dream.

      2) I were in a dark forest with some other people, we were in a war. We had weapons and we were shot at. The other people in my group moved forward but I just stayed on my position.
      ?I was able to choose a character, like in a video game. The only characters I remember is Rip, Rap and Rup from Quack Pack and Donald duck.?
      3) Then I ended up in my my childhood home with my stepmothers little daughter Anna. We were on the computer playing multiplayer flash games. We talker about what we should play next, and then there was this plastic bag with discs. I took the discs out and some of the games were violent and not for a 7 year old like Anna. One of the games were Far Cry 4.

      Updated 03-28-2015 at 12:13 AM by 69678

      Tags: bf4, game, weird
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    2. Levers

      by , 03-27-2015 at 08:51 PM
      Morning of March 27, 2015. Friday.



      The first part of my dream is mostly incoherent and is an abstract hodgepodge involving the slide in my old elementary school’s playground (though facing the opposite direction as it did in reality - east instead of west - something dreams do often), something related to someone doing laundry, and some sort of table of a fair number of “names” that are not actually names but some sort of five-character combination of numbers and letters for the most part that seems to be related to “signing in”, perhaps to use the slide. I focus on how, when the new slide was first installed in the playground (in reality), a line of students as long as the street resulted in the morning (seemingly every student in the school in fact), thus not everyone got to go on the slide if they were farther back in line. After several days though, the novelty wore off, and there was no longer a line.

      My dream shifts into a more defined state. I am in the living room in our present home on W Street. I notice that the couch has about six levers sticking out from the bottom that are much the same as wooden organ pedals. However, they also work like organ stops in that they pull out or push in a short distance. In turn, this seems to function in a manner of a combination lock.

      By way of a false memory, I manipulate a particular sequence of these wooden stops in a certain order - knowing that money will somehow materialize inside the bottom of the couch in the boxlike storage area if the right pattern is implemented (like a combination lock/password composite). After I do this, I lift the seat up and see that there is a stack of fifty-dollar bills (Australian) near the middle area, nearly six inches high a stack. I look through them to make sure it is “real”. Although the money is “made” somehow, it is still the same as “real” money - or possibly teleported from somewhere else (though I do not get the impression it is stolen). Even though I am not lucid, a subtle part of me knows that I am making my dream (as is often the case, even as a child) and so I am focused on the “reality” of the imagery of the money, which at times, seems rendered incorrectly (the bills seem to have features of both American and Australian fifty dollar notes at certain points). However, this neither bothers me nor triggers a “closer” lucidity (as it probably should) and my dream fades from here, whereas I get the feeling that the money will automatically be “correct” (correctly rendered) in the long run - though by the time I ponder upon that, I am already mostly awake.
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    3. Dream Fragment Drop

      by , 03-27-2015 at 08:14 PM
      I had a dream i was fighting a group of evil people with super heroes I think. The last thing I can remember about the dream is that there was snow on the ground with pee on it because the bad guys wanted to pollute the city.There could have been some lucidity to it but i can't recall.
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    4. Jumbled Mess

      by , 03-27-2015 at 06:11 PM (Lucid Time!)
      The last two days have been crazy and I have no idea what order these fragments go in or even what night they belong to, but I do have a lot of fragments, and seeing as I like to put EVERYthing into my dream journal, I'd better punch as much as I can in.

      Floating black liquid orbs were flying around and people didn't know what to make of them.

      I was watching a video clip of my younger self that looked like my dream self but with two blue eyes. He said something about the earth being bigger than the sun and mars combined that didn't make sense but for some reason I found really funny.

      My dad had made a picture slideshow of my life. The entire slideshow was made up of false memories and blurred together with stuff that had happened in waking life and in recent dreams.

      I was at our family's beach resort. Everything had been replaced with cobblestones.

      Something to do with this big fish and stabbing it with a pen because it was trying to bite me. My mom was swimming too and she told me not to stab it because the fish was just playing with me and wasn't old enough to do any damage when it bit.


      Spoiler for Just in case:


      I'm going to be working on updating my profile today and hopefully getting caught up on some of my favorite DJs. I just want to say that the reason my recall sucked this past week was because of an episode that my parents caused causing a lot of stress throughout our entire family (for me in particular). This isn't the place for me to go into detail, but I will say that they realized their mistake, apologized, and now hard at work things are getting back in order.
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    5. Friday, 3/27/15

      by , 03-27-2015 at 03:44 PM
      This one wasn't lucid, and it was a little weird. I fell asleep around maybe 9:30pm - 10:00pm. I woke up around 6:30am.

      I was in a building, I'm not sure what it was. I remember there were closet type things on the walls to put your stuff in. I opened up one and found a bunch of bags with things like 3ds', money, etc. I also found a "cheeseburger backpack" from Steven Universe, which I wanted. I put all of this into my own big bag. Some children behind me noticed their stuff was missing, and I didn't want to get in trouble, so I gave the stuff back to them and said sorry. They were okay with it and were nice, and took their stuff and left. I then noticed that I accidentally didn't give them back one thing, and I looked in it and there was four hundred dollars. I kept it, but I kept dropping it.

      This was a different dream, I think. I lived next-door to some people. I would always go over to their house and get on their roof. It was two people my age. One of them brought alcohol, but the other didn't want me to drink it and kept stopping me. I was about to when their parents came out. I had the bottle and glass behind me and they said a few things and then left.

      I'm not sure if this was the same dream, but I was in a room that looked like a room in my house. I tried to drink the alcohol again, but the same person kept stopping me. I did drink some though, and they looked very disappointed. Some people came in then, and I think I was in trouble. I ran into the bathroom and tried to lock the door but one of them managed to grab the handle first. I had to kick them back twice before I could lock the door (it was hard to move my hands, they were going slow).

      I heard them talking, and saying to just leave me in there for now, because I would either come out or they would get me. There was a small window above the toilet, so I opened it and climbed out. I ran from the backyard to the front yard, and ran down the street. It looked like my neighborhood, but a little different. I came across a house, and someone was out front watering their plants. I asked them if I could hide in their car for a bit. It was a big, white car. The person said sure, and I fumbled again trying to open the door before they came down the street, but I did manage to get it open and climb in and hide while they passed by. I then either drove the car myself, or someone else was suddenly in the car with me. We drove away and pulled up to this run-down-looking house. We got out and looked inside. All the rooms were empty. I thought that we could stay there.

      The person who let me hide in their car drove up in a different car. I think they either were moving into that house, or they owned it and were going to rent it. They didn't seem upset that we took their car. I asked them why they let me use their car, because I could have just taken it, and they had no way of knowing whether I would bring it back or not. I don't remember what they said, but they shrugged and smiled. They didn't seem to mind.

      That's all I remember.
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    6. Toilet weirdness, escaping from special forces, mountains

      by , 03-27-2015 at 12:38 PM (Snehk's Dreamlands)
      First dream - fragment

      I was in school. I entered the toilet, and entered a cabin. Then I saw that there was no wall, so cabins opened to open space, from where I could see inside of the girls toilet. I looked at other guys using the toilet. They were really confused.

      Second dream

      I was sneaking in a mansion of a rich businessman. I tried to reach his treasury. The corridor was dark, but I could see all the great architecture and expensive furniture. When I was sneaking, I was interrupted by the businessman. To remain hidden I had to hang from the window. The fat, bald man entered a room with a young servant. I though Old sex addict. And jumped down to the courtyard.

      That is when I was spotted by a general of an army. He was wearing full plate armor. I saw my associate. We were running away from the squad of knights. Then vechicle of speacial forces blocked our way. We had to escape to underground parking. We were stuck on the stairway, as we were surrounded from outside and isnide.

      We found some sniper rifles, and were shooting with soldiers. My associate got killed. I shot down a few of them, when they were running from the cover of vechicles. Then I got shot. I felt strong, piercing pain in my lower body, left side.

      I decided to run anyway. I shot down everyone inside, and ran for the way outside. It was blocked by some girls, which I had to kill to go away. After killing them, I summoned a game menu, and loaded a save state. The girls were no longer blocking my way in this altered universe. I ran for the surface, and escaped from special forces.

      I got shot down in a dark, neaby alley.

      Third dream - fragment

      With siblings we went outside, and looked over the horizon. Huge mountains suddenly grown there. We chose one to climb up, and went to do this.
    7. 3/26/15 "Intercepted" (SLD)

      by , 03-27-2015 at 09:55 AM
      I'm walking along the street when a shop catches my attention and I start to browse what they have on display. The shop interior is open to the street, separated from the sidewalk only by a waist-high display counter—it's peculiar that storefronts in my dreams are so frequently based on the Bangkok model, even though there may be nothing else distinctly Asian about the products or proprietors.

      On the display counter facing the street is a variety of small bottles of essential oil. I examine the labels, and recognize a few types that I had purchased online recently. Would it have been better to buy them here and save on shipping? But I then I would be stuck with the sales tax, which might work out to even more.

      From the conversation between the couple running the place, I get the impression that business has been slow today. I've spent enough time browsing that I feel like I ought to buy something, if only not to disappoint the proprietors. Besides, it will be good for the local economy. There's nothing in particular that I need, but I'm sure I can find something here I will use or enjoy.

      Looking up from the essential oils on the counter, I see that there are several shelves of shampoo and conditioner on the side walls in front. That would be a practical purchase... but when I see the prices I hesitate. I don't like paying through the nose for bath products. I venture inside the store to see what else is available. The back wall contains a display shelf for books and magazines. Most of them seem to be about yoga. My eye falls on the title of one issue in particular: What Are the Benefits of Yoga Even When Doing it For No Reasons? I reflect that the title is biased; it implies that there is benefit. And the "no reasons" thing reminds me about the attitude so often demonstrated by American Buddhists regarding meditation, the idea that having any kind of reason suggests attachment, so one should meditate without a reason or goal... with the vague assumption that it is somehow good for you anyway.

      Well, I'm not interested in yoga, and I'm certainly not interested in practicing yoga or meditation for no reason. My priorities are quite different, and very well-defined: I'm interested in whatever can help me improve my dreaming.

      Gradually, I make a counter-clockwise sweep of the small store interior. On the left wall, a variety of objects are hanging on display. One catches my eye, a rectangle of black silk printed with a delicate pattern of flower buds. I take it down for a closer look, and note that the silk is pieced together in a curious, distinctive way. "What is this?" I ask the proprietors.

      The man of the couple says, "You could use it for anything. You could even tear it up and just use the cloth."

      I think—but don't say aloud—that the price tag is $90, an awful lot for a piece of scrap cloth! I take another look at the unusual stitching, and it reminds me of something. "Isn't it one of those Japanese cloths used for wrapping?" I'm sure I remember reading about these.

      The woman affirms that it is, and seems surprised that I know about it. She clarifies that it is designed specifically to go around a 10x10x10" package. The art of making them is hardly practiced anymore, she says. I wonder if she means doing the wrapping properly—if the cloths were so rare, why would there be a random one for sale in this shop? And I'm sure I've seen them for sale before, if only in a catalogue.

      I decide not to purchase the cloth as I don't have an appropriately sized 10x10x10" box to go with it. I'm about to peruse the essential oils again and pick something at random, when we are interrupted by a government raid. There is a moment when I wonder if I should avert this plot point entirely, but I let it happen—after all, what is the worst they can do, try to lock me up? And that won't amount to much. Instinctively I am aware of my invulnerability.

      The scene shifts here, and now we are outdoors on a paved area, like a wide driveway, on top of a hill. However, I am aware that I am not far from the shop I was visiting; it is right at the bottom of the hill.

      That agent is back again. What is this, the third time? He has threatened me before, but it has not gone well, so now he is threatening my host, the male shopkeeper. "I'll investigate every client," he warns. "No one can stand up to that kind of scrutiny."

      I feel obliged to defend the poor guy and intervene. The agent should be dealing with me. I'm the real target; he has no business taking his frustrations out on random people who are accidentally associated with me. I get in his face and confront him.

      "Why do you keep getting involved?" I still remember distinctly that this is the third time we have met, and that the previous two encounters have not ended well for him. This won't, either. I conclude my train of thought aloud: "You like it. You must like being humiliated."

      The agent lies down on the ground, as if in demonstration of my point. I am annoyed and start berating him. I forget what I said initially, but I conclude, "And there's your shit-kicking foot." To make my point perfectly clear, I enact the metaphor literally. The agent's left leg extends to impossible length, his shoe and sock disappear, and his bare foot kicks a shit in a high arc away from us. To emphasize what has just happened, I ensure that it leaves a stain on his foot.

      Afterwards the agent gets up to go, and I re-emphasize the pointlessness of his continued investigation of me. "My activities are confined to this circle. I'm not involved in anything in the wider world." I am aware that the 'wider world' is not even real for me; that I exist here within the circle of my own attention. This doesn't fully manifest as dream awareness, just the sense of my ontological difference from everyone else in this environment.

      The agents, about four of them in total, all turn to go. They have three dogs with them. I laugh when one dog darts aside, seemingly smelling something in the bushes, and scarfs it down. Knowing the appetites of dogs, I assume it must have found the shit that was kicked.

      I want to get back to the narrative from which I was so rudely interrupted; I still have business in the store at the bottom of the hill. I decide to fly for speed—and figure if the agents see me flying overhead, they might take my arguments more seriously and think twice before trying to interfere again. I swoop downhill at great speed, thinking about how I use the word "swooping," but when birds of prey dive like this, it is called "stooping." I realize I'm not sure precisely how such birds break their fall, so when I reach the bottom of the hill, I circle counter-clockwise twice to regain control before lightly letting my feet contact the ground again. The whole flight felt very graceful, and I am proud of myself, convinced that I am starting to get good at this. I'm not just flying anymore, I'm flying with style!

      I momentarily wonder if the proprietors of the store will be startled to see me flying. As I reach the ground, however, I realize that I have lost interest in the original narrative—which was incredibly mundane, let's admit—and now want to write my report on what just happend. I still don't have a clear sense that I'm dreaming, as such, yet I understand distinctly that I need to wake up. It takes a bit of deliberate effort to push through the layers—they feel almost like a physical fog—that divide me from waking consciousness, but I persevere until I am sure I am definitely awake... at least as sure as one can ever be.
    8. Tatoo

      by , 03-27-2015 at 09:17 AM
      I have some tatoo on my left hand.So i wana show to my friends when i showed it change to other picture.I said who maked this tatoo is bad at it.So suddenly i go to my classroom.And sit down to my friend.
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    9. Having Lucid Fun with a Friend, and Meeting a Rogue Spirit - Mar 15, 2015

      by , 03-27-2015 at 04:08 AM
      In this dream I became spontaneously lucid for no particular reason. I found myself in a factory, following a friend who’s a production supervisor. I decided to have some lucid fun with my dear friend Brian, so I said, “Brian, Let’s go hunting!” He looked at me as if I was short two bricks, and he blurted, “I can’t, I’ve got a production schedule to take care of!” I happily replied, “Come on Brian, It’s 2:30 Pm, and I’ve got everything setup. All you have to do is leave here and we’re off hunting!” In a firm tone of voice he said, “I can’t leave, there’s too much to do.” He turned and walked away from, so I decided to try a different approach to engage him.

      “Hey Brian, I’ve invented something we can use, and it’s amazing!” He immediately spun around with interest and said, “What’s that?” I paused for a second trying to dream up something to say, then I said, “I’ve created anti-gravity!” He skeptically replied, “What? Oh come on.” I said, “Yes, watch this!” Then I jumped up about a foot in the half in the air, and floated back down. He said, “Come on, everybody can do that.” He then jumped up in the air, the same as I did, and floated back down. I was actually quite surprised myself to see him do that. I then said, “Now watch this!”, and I floated up off the ground about 3 feet and hovered there. His eyes lit up with excitement, and he said, “Whoa, we can use that! People have been trying to invent that for years!” I said, “Yes, I’m not sure what we can use this for, but I’m sure we can find something! Watch this!” I leaned to the left, and I slowly floated sideways. “Hey Brian, follow me outside!”, and he did. He was really interested in what was going on.

      We headed outside, and then I floated up above his head, and I said, “Grab onto my ankles and hold on!” I slowly lifted him up off the ground about 2 feet, then I slowly and carefully brought him back down and he let go. I turned around and faced him, as I floated, and he was looking very distressed and confused, and then he vanished! I went back into the factory and I came across another fellow I knew, and I helped him wind up some copper wire around a spindle. The wire became all tangled around my forearm, and I began to question if this was a good way to spend my valuable time while lucid. I threw the tangled copper wire on the ground, and I decided to head off into the offices to find my daughter.

      I entered a dimly lit area of the factory, and I noticed somebody was following me, and he seemed to be very aware of his surroundings (like me). I stopped and faced him, and he said to me, “Hi!” I immediately replied, “Who are you?” I was a bit creeped because he was following me. He said, “I’m spirit Martin.”, so I introduced myself and I replied with little thought, “I’m a lucid dreamer from the physical world.” He seemed very surprised at what I said, and then he shook my hand with gratitude. He then said, “I’m a rogue spirit from Heaven.” I thought he was joking, so I said, “My daughter’s a rogue spirit too.” He looked at me totally shocked and he said, “Whaaaat?” I realized that he meant what he said, so I quickly replied, “My daughter visits me here from Heaven too.”, and he laughed and said, “Oh, oh okay.” Then I said, “Maybe sometime you can meet her when she’s here.” He smiled and said, “Sure that sounds good.” He was a very pleasant guy. We began to walk together towards the offices, and then I woke. It happened so quickly I didn’t have time to stabilize (by swirling).

      I’ve never heard anybody use the term, “Rogue Spirit”, so I Google it, and it is not a very commonly used at all. This is what I like about dreams; you never know what you’re going to come across, and you often learn something new.
    10. Nap at work

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      gab
      , 03-27-2015 at 01:37 AM (Turquoise Dreams)
      3.26.15

      Midnight shift last night. Got only about 3 hrs of sleep before that. So at my second break at 5 am, I was dosing off sitting on a chair in break room. Was getting all kinds of HH. If my head falling down wouldn't wake me up every time, I would have WILDed.

      HH:
      I'm looking at few cartoonish cars head on. One is pink, looks like FIAT or Cooper or something like that from Cars movie. Very cute. I think it was smiling at me.
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    11. Lucid with Hermione!

      by , 03-27-2015 at 12:56 AM
      Finally, a lucid! This one made me laugh quite a bit after waking up!

      I run as fast as my legs can carry me down the dazzlingly white corridor. Feeling like my lungs are about to burst, I glance to my right. Satisfied that Hermione is keeping up without too much difficulty, I make no effort to slow down. She says something to me, but I cannot hear her over the sound of the air rushing past my ears. Footsteps. Someone is chasing us. I know that if I trip up, if I get caught, I will die, right here in Hogwarts. Spotting a broom closet, I run towards it, and lock myself in. I smile and take a few moments to catch my breath. I'm in Hogwarts, with Hermione, being chased by none other than her evil twin. Perplexed, I consider this piece of information. Hermione doesn't have a twin. This realisation brings me to lucidity, and my thoughts are teeming with possibilities. After some reflection, I decide to continue on with the dream's plot, not yet having set an LD goal. As if on cue, my pursuer's face appears flattened on the closet door's small glass window. I laugh at the comical sight, before thinking that I need a wand. Excited at the prospect of trying out my dream control skills, I shove my right in my pocket enthusiastically, concentrating entirely on this one thought; 'When I pull out my hand, I will be holding a wand.'. Feeling my fingers grasp a small, thin object, I pull it out, only to see what I am holding. A stick. A fucking stick. Putting it back in, I try again. A pencil. Ugh. As they say, third time's the charm, and finally, I find myself in possession of a beautiful wand. I admire the small intricate carvings on its handle before unlocking the closet door. Confident in my skills, I step outside, ready to face my enemy.

      *BEEP**BEEP*BEEP**BEEP*BEEP**BEEP*BEEP**BEEP*BEEP* *BEEP*BEEP**BEEP*BEEP**BEEP*BEEP**BEEP*BEEP**BEEP

      THAT STUPID ALARM. EVERY TIME. EVERY DAMNED TIME.
    12. A gold mural on a cave wall

      by , 03-27-2015 at 12:53 AM
      In a cave, a young modern couple were confronted by two women, guards of something sacred who'd been hunting this man down. They fought, and now those two sacred guards are lying on the ground, one unconscious.

      The man rises to float slightly in the air, and the guard who's still conscious believes this is a sign he's about to kill her - but he just scoops up the woman he's with, carrying her in his arms, floats over where that guard is lying, and keeps going. He says to the guard, "Seriously, go away."

      Then he phases through the cave wall, where a mural is painted in gold. As he passes through the wall, the guard momentarily sees a different face overlaying his, someone she recognizes and greatly respects - either a religious authority who's recently died, or a god, or both.