Recent DJ Posts

I find myself in my kitchen at my condo next to the balcony door. The un impressive sunlight that is barely shining finally goes dark as storm clouds blanket the sky. Rain and wind start blowing viscously and the rain blows straight into the house, I look over and the balcony door is wide open. I am not able to close it for the wind was so strong from the outside so I decided to step outside on the balcony to observe the massive storm. I look slightly up and too my right to see a sliver of the moon, the rest covered up by dark clouds. As I observe, the clouds seemingly vanish around the moon and soon the entire moon is present and it's so massive it takes up nearly 1/5 the sky, it was amazing and it seemed so realistic, the immensity and emotion I got from the moon made the dream collapse.

Fragment
Lots of small groups in a field, each trying to assemble something. I guide my group in assembling it in a different order than everyone else, and it seems to work well.

A place based on the Heian era, a woman's emerging from behind a curtain that partitions off an inner room and moving between two wooden tables where a couple other women, her friends, are eating and talking. She's dusting the tables as she talks with them. I'm standing off to one side and watching her, feeling fond but bemused. I've just noticed the wrinkles she's developed, and I wonder how long it's been since we first met. When she gets to the end of the table, I stop her and ask why she's dusting - she knows this place is an illusion I'm creating for her, she doesn't need to clean it. She says she's probably being silly, laughing, and she hands me the thing she was using to dust. I'm feeling vaguely sad about this.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm walking across the moors, heading towards a building I think of as haunted - then I mentally correct myself, it's not haunted, it's a dream of a haunted place. This distinction matters to me; something deliberately created to present a certain experience.

I'm on dream views and looking at my dreambuddy's profile. Her profile picture showed that she was a literal Muppet with green fuzzy skin and brown shoulder length human hair. Her sig said that her goal of the month was to make memes.

when i woke up at 6:30..

Generic blank business conference room. i am talking to my team. We are sitting around a round table and are trying to organize our goals. I don't remember what we were talking about.

There was a machine that could read a human mind. How it works? You ask a certain question.. and the person does not have to answer it. The thought itself is enough. You aim the person with this machine.. and you have the answer. It is a powerful machine, and that is why some people are after it. They are already running the stairs to go higher into this old building. But on the floor where this machine is located, a boy lives. And he has special abilities. He can put anything out of the real life into a wall picture. And so, he used his power and this machine was projected to a wall painting. This guys could not take it.

Now the scene changes.. i am in an old car in the middle of Italy. We are waving with a yugoslavian flag, and singing partisan songs. And the local italian people dont like this at all.. and the fight begins.. scene fades away

Now i am in a dark room, with my friends.. we are drinking and singing songs, I am playing the guitar and we are arguing with a priest at the same time.. My ex takes my hand, and pulled me out of this room, away from this building. It is night time.. but many people are still walking the streets. We started to kiss.. with real passion.. we were burning hot.. starting to undress.. people were watching but.. it did not affect us very much.. we wanted to do more.. to get this passion out of our bodies.. we wanted to have sex somewhere.. but there were too many people around. And my ex said. " i truly wish, from my heart.. to turn the time around.. and find that boy.. who can put things into wall paintings.. because I want to put this moment into art.." And because she really wanted this to happen.. it did. The time turned around..

We were again in the room with the priest and the guitar.. singing.. and arguing. But music was playing backwards.. everyone thought whaaat is going on?? But only we know.. where is the catch.. Later we were in that car again.. and again the thugs came.. but now there was no problem.. because i knew exactly how the enemy will react.. so i beat them up very easily.. and then some agressive wild woman came.. and attacked me.. i dodged.. and hit her with one single strong punch into her kidney.. and i destroyed the kidney.. she was walking slowly away and she said that she must catch a plane, because she is on her way to vacation.. and i said.. dont go.. trust me on this one.. go to the doctor and you will live.. End of the dreams! too bad i have not reached that boy.. because i wanted to see how that picture of that beautiful moment would.. look like

There was this weird expo of movies, tv-shows and video games I was attending. I remember battling an alien queen (like the one from Duke Nukem 3D: The Birth), which was quite difficult because she could one-shot you with her rockets.

I didn't meant to be gone for so long, but life hit me really hard toward the end of last summer and I was therefore already behind when school had started back up. I think things are finally at a point now where I can focus on dreaming again.

06.02.2015

The End Cave (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm in an incredibly large cave, though it does not look like one, camping with my mom, brother, and Cheyenne. There is a wide, rushing river cutting through the middle, with a forest on the side opposite from us. Near the forest is another family of campers. There is something terribly, terribly wrong with this cave.

Cheyenne wakes up frantic in the middle of the night from a bad dream. In the dream, she saw Jesus standing on the other side of the river. He had no eyeballs and he was drowning little children in the river, one by one, like some perverse baptism.

I decide that we need to leave this cave immediately. There is a terrible, heavy feeling in the air, practically suffocating in its intensity. We should not be here. We all run back outside through the small entrance. It feels so good to breathe outside air again! Outside, everything feels normal and calm once more. Unfortunately we've left all our belongings inside and my mom insists that we go back to get them.

The sickening feeling returns at once upon our entrance. I feel physically ill, with an almost unbearable dread of some great unknown. I'm having to support Cheyenne to keep her from falling; she's barely conscious and not responsive. Just as we gather our things, a great howling comes to us from the other side of the river. A pack of coyotes emerge from the forest, though they appear as large as wolves.

Half the pack surrounds the family on the other side of the river, the other half crosses over to us. We run, and despite my assurance that coyotes don't harm people, they begin to attack. I am bitten numerous times as I fight them back from the entrance while the others do everything they can to block it off. The entire time we can hear the other family's screams of agony as they are eaten alive by the pack.

It was middle of the night. I was sitting near a desk with paper and whole jug of tea. I was writing a speech for a lecture. It started from history of hunting traditions, going through thoughts about holocaust, WWII era economy, and ending with criticism of feminism. The whole work was full of chauvinism, Marxism and God only knows what. During writing I drank hectolitres of tea, and in the end when I saw what I've written I almost threwn the desk through a window.

Complicated dream. I was in bed, possibly dreaming (in a dream). My dad was some kind of viking and I was supposed to follow in his footsteps. I think I had to prove I was as good as him. Then I was next to my bed, and concluded that everything I had witnessed was some kind of upcoming video game (MMORPG). Forgot the name. I had a top three of future MMO's I wanted to play. Black Desert was one of them. The whole dream was like a bunch of vaguely related flashes stitched together, and the whole thing didn't make a lot of sense.

After being awake for over an hour (9.30 in the morning to 11) I decided to slumber some more. I didn't sleep deep, and the dream was half hallucination, half dream. I was at a locker somewhere, at a warm location, possibly near a beach or pool. In the locker I found my body armor, belt and combat knife (I own these items in real life). I remembered putting them there months ago, and decided to take them home again. However, I got distracted somehow and left it laying on the ground for a while. When I came back, a bunch of bikini girls had found and confiscated my gear. I was mad and demanded it back. They refused. I had to negotiate with them, almost beg them to give it back. I agreed that leaving it out there in the open was stupid, and promised not to do it again. I explained I used the knife for survival purposes. They gave me the gear, and I limped away in shame.

I bought a ticket to some kind of improvised movie theater, where they played movies set in the marvel cinematic universe, only the movies were only 40 minutes long. The screen was just a TV, and not even a very good one. Pathetically small screen, and the seats were just chairs. At one point I explained this to my brother. I wondered to myself if I hadn't just wasted my money. I could get a better experience by watching this at home, on my own TV.

Toxicity
I with Trev and Dave and some other bloke. We're out in a dry area. There are these poles that are in the ground, like a long monkey bar. One of the guys has to unscrew something to be able to move the poles. It's not the best job to be doing the unscrewing because the poles hold a toxic substance inside them. After unscrewing one of the poles, we move onto the next one. I jokingly say to the guy that did the unscrewing, that's it's his turn to do the unscrewing to this one. I decide to do the unscrewing which is done pretty quickly. Im at the front when moving the pole. It's he worst area to be because the toxic substance falls out of the front of it. Somehow some of the substance falls into my mouth and I swallow a bit. I'm unsure how serious this is.

Im walking around trying to find some water to wash my mouth out. The town looks a cowboy western town. I find a tap and use that water to wash my mouth out. As I'm doing this, I hear someone say that the water isn't meant to be used for drinking. The water tastes pretty crappy and weighs more then normal water. I'm panicking, trying to find some water. I'm inside a building which looks like a hotel. I see mg cousin Rach and I think my Nanna. I'm starting to feel the effects of the toxins at this point. I find a plastic bottle which is a quarter full of water. I ask Rach if it's ok to use. I forget what she says, so I drink it.

Morning of June 2, 2015. Tuesday.



Of all the thousands of dreams I have documented since early childhood, I am still somewhat intrigued by how they can so easily create “amnesia” (in so quickly “wiping out” years of memory and knowledge, yet so quickly restoring mental faculties and critical thinking skills upon waking), link to whatever mechanism it is that allows for remote viewing and short-term and long-term precognition (although I now know that the conscious mind is more viable for that, so that point is probably moot), and yet so easily alter locations and layouts in a particular transient setting. Of the different types of dreams and different levels of consciousness, I still have no real theories on the creative mechanism, the one that instantly alters everything in such a convincing way, other than with certain types of lucid dreams and certain levels of scripted dreams. Going over and over the nature of different dream types and renderings is becoming more of a focus than ever because nothing I’ve ever read (commercially) has any credibility related to my lifelong study. I guess I am trying to solve the mystery of consciousness itself as well as whatever “it” is that has given me such a strange advantage and established my partnership with my dream girl in real life - and why so many “impossible” things have happened from day to day, even as a toddler (regarding the self-motivated restoring of my left hand and “rewiring” my brain for lack of a better term). Sometimes the more mundane a dream seems (depending on its level of vividness), the more it fascinates me in its minor divergences from real environmental features without the temporary incarnation of the particular dream-self immediately recognizing it as such.

In this shorter dream, my sister Marilyn (deceased) is in Australia (she has never been outside the United States) and in our present home on W Street. She is at the computer in the kitchen, the one my two youngest sons are often on in the morning. I am not sure what she is doing (or what program or game she is running). I am not sure of the time, though the house is semi-dark and I see no obvious light source anywhere.

This dream alters the known environment by placing the couch that normally faces north (in our living room and toward the front door) as its back adjacent to the open space into the kitchen and facing west (which is opposite the direction of the kitchen - the couch has never been near this part of the house in reality - it is meant to be a dining room but we use it as a bedroom with the kids using all the other actual bedrooms). Even though our couch would fit in this space in reality, there would otherwise not be enough clearance into our kitchen unless a person carefully sidestepped through.

My wife and I are being romantic on the couch (at this point I am not yet aware that my older sister is in the kitchen behind us). She is on my left. Eventually, my left hand absentmindedly goes down between a cushion and I soon find that I am holding something that looks like the chrome piece from a Revell car model kit; probably a tail light without the plastic bulb cover. However, I begin to think it is too large to be from a model kit and that it may be a piece from one of my youngest son’s toy cars. Although it seems far too small to be from a real car, my sister asks me what car it is from (this being the first time I heard her speak or was aware of her being there) as if she apparently owns several “real” cars.

I get up and go into the kitchen to show it to her. It looks like a somewhat trapezoidal toy-like tail light with two other smaller implied lights connected to the main piece (again, somewhat as from a model where it is one solid chrome piece where if for a real car there would be a few pieces as such). I absentmindedly “explain” that it goes on the right side of the back of a car, above the main tail light. She seems puzzled about it and I contemplate what she is thinking about one of her cars being damaged, though this is not certain (in real life, she never drove or owned a car - only her husband did).

Once again, a dream has an unrelated “carryover” from another very recent dream (usually of the morning before). I have become more and more aware of this type of dream-related “anomaly” over the years, having seen it hundreds of times in the past five years. In one of my several dreams from yesterday (“Unsuccessful Market”), it featured a point where I also found toy-like metallic parts within a larger object, that being a large “ball of candy”. This seems to be a completely different process than lifelong recurring dreams that are much the same overall. I am not sure if it is relative to anything significant or some sort of residual element from each prior dream from doing dream work so often. Along with what I know now as common “anniversary” dreams (both before and after particular date associations - sometimes in a precognitive or postcognitive sense - though it also related to emerging conscious memories), I have never seen a hint of it mentioned in any dream literature even though I have experienced it virtually countless times.

There is a huge leather bound tome, full of people's teeth. Not pictures of teeth, actual teeth. The book flies around, spinning through the air, and hits people in the mouth.

This was likely inspired by Golan the Insatiable.

#441 - DILD - 10:39PM

I normally wouldn't count this, but a rare thing happened. I got a DILD literally within the first few minutes of sleep.

I was at work talking to my buddy while he was doing some work on a machine. I'm not sure we were having any real conversation, I think it was just random thought words. I noticed I was feeling odd, like heavy bodied and sluggish. I realized this as a dream sign and said, "Dude, I think I am dreaming." When I said that I uncontrollably slumped over and the dream went dark. I tried to hold on, but I slowly woke up.