I’m in a futuristic dystopia where the government is slowly implanting microchips into their citizens’ brains. These allow the wearers to enjoy faster reflexes, improved memory, and all of the Internet conveniently accessible in their head. Unfortunately, the government uses the technology to monitor people’s thoughts, and any anti-government thoughts are grounds for arrest. I am part of a team that works for the government, monitoring the actions and thoughts of those who don’t have brain implants yet. There’s about 15 of us, ranging in age from really old to really young, but most of the group seems to be under 16. Of course, we’re not above the law, as our implants still monitor our thoughts. We’re currently in training, taking cognitive tests to test our brain’s abilities. Our test results come back, and I’m currently the top performer off the entire group. The next part of training involves learning to report other people’s actions back to the main server. A robotic female voice (similar to GLaDos) explains to us the importance of left and right brain signalling, and how this is key to properly communicating with the server. To report something to the server, you have to transmit what you want to report using your left-brain, and then conclude the transmission with some special password using your right-brain. (In retrospect, the explanation doesn’t make sense, since you can’t relegate thoughts to one side of your brain at will, but I guess it’s okay for the brain to make up weird stuff about itself too…) The scene changes to my actual job, setting up new computers in a middle school computer lab. Adam Levine (lead singer for Maroon 5) is the teacher, and is sitting in watching us work and answering any questions we have about how he wants the classroom set up. None of my coworkers have the brain chip, and at one point I need to report one of them for something they said. I try to focus my thoughts into sending a report, but then I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pull it out and see a notification from Facebook that I just posted a status with my mind. I open up Facebook to find my full report plastered at the top of my news feed. Ugh, this technology is friggin’ stupid. I can’t believe anyone would want to use this crap. I suddenly realize what I’ve done. I expect the police to bust down the door and arrest me for this thought. Instead, I get another notification on my phone, telling me that I’ve posted another status. I open the notification and read what I just put. “Brigg using relive 14 agggggggggg rap.” Wait, how did it get that messed up? I realize that the last part of the thought was using the center of my brain, as opposed to a specific side. Could this be the key? Do I have a safe haven for my personal thoughts, away from government scrutiny? Judging by the fact that this new thought didn’t bring about any consequences, I assume the answer was yes. However, I’m still incredibly paranoid that my thoughts could get me arrested or even killed at any moment, so I decide not to risk it. I am now interrupted by my supervisor complaining about having no network access in the classroom, so we can’t connect the computers to the Internet to configure them. Just then GLaDos’s voice sounds over the intercom. “The network problems are caused by cellular interference. All cellular devices will be confiscated.” The phone I’m holding in my hand suddenly starts floating up to the ceiling. I grab onto it and pull it down, but over time the force pulling it upwards gets stronger, and it gets harder and harder to keep down. I stick the phone under a heavy desk, hoping it would stay there, but then the desk started to lift as well. I try sending a message to GLaDos. What are you doing? I need my phone for reporting! Instead of answering my question, GLaDos continues over the intercom, advertising the brain implants to the rest of the people in the room. “It’s the way of the future, instant access to all of the world’s resources. Get your implants today, for a better, perfect way of life.” She continues for a while, but then stops abruptly mid-sentence. Suddenly, her tone changes to a harsh, angry tone. “Adam! That’s not a very nice thing to say.” We all stop and turn to Adam Levine, who is still in the corner of the classroom. Weird, I didn’t hear him say anything. “I distinctly heard you thinking. You strongly believe that all this talk of a perfect life is, and I quote, ‘just a red herring for a larger issue’?” Adam’s expression changes from surprise to extreme fear. “You are now under arrest by the Federal Court of America, under code 409.12.” There’s suddenly a high-pitched beeping coming from Adam’s head, followed by a powerful electric shock that sends him to the floor into violent spasms. After a while he finally stops convulsing, but his eyes are rolled back in his head and he’s not breathing. He’s dead. My coworkers are thrown into a panic and run for the door. Meanwhile, I stay motionless, trying to stay completely calm despite what just occurred in front of me. Don’t think about it, don’t think about it, don’t think about it… A few seconds later, a few men in uniforms bust through the door. I expect something horrible to happen to me. Instead, they load the body onto a stretcher and haul it off, not paying a bit of attention to me having a panic attack in the corner. I wake up as they leave the room. --- I’m on a road trip to Virginia to my friend’s house (even though he lives in Florida IRL). As I’m driving on the interstate, I suddenly see a car is heading straight towards me. I quickly swerve to avoid it, but then another one right behind it is also heading towards me. In fact, all the cars around me is heading the wrong direction, hurtling towards me at high speed. But I’m on the right side of the road, why is this oncoming traffic? I look in the rear view mirror and see some other cars behind me heading in my direction, including a few police cars. So it’s not just me then. I turn on the radio, and the traffic news station comes on. Apparently at that spot the roads were supposed to switch sides, but the sign on one side of the road had either fallen or been stolen, so no one on that side knew to switch over. I luckily safely reached my destination, my friend’s house. He apparently lives in a small RV, which they are planning on driving back to Florida the next day. I’m kind of surprised and angry, since I had just driven 800 miles in one day to find out that I would have to drive 800 miles back right after arriving. But I’m too tired from my travels to put up too much of a protest, and I fall asleep on the couch. --- I’m at my grandma’s old house, and we’re setting up for a family reunion Thanksgiving dinner. There’s a ton of tables set up, some for the different family cliques and one for the children. I’m a little disappointed to find out I was supposed to sit at the kids’ table, since I’m 20 and I’m bigger than that. My mom asks me to get something from the bedroom, so I head in to go find it. That’s when I realize that I’m in my underwear. Luckily, I’m in my own bedroom, so I pull out another pair of pants to put on. I’m about to put them on, when I turn around to see some guy standing in the doorway. He starts talking to me, asking me questions about how college is going and what I’m studying (the usual questions distant relatives ask when you meet them). Of course, he doesn’t seem bothered by the fact that I’m currently in my underwear. I’ve never seen this guy before. Are we sure he’s not just some creep? My mom yells that dinner’s ready, so I throw on my pants to go eat.
Satu 27 IFrancine from American Dad was having troubles with something. I cant remember much cause i was a bit wasted so.. Sunday 28 Shootout I saw a child stealing some police uniforms, my sistenr in law, girlfiend and myself were going out to a plaza, and then the shootout begins where my girlfriend and sister in law gets in the middle, a guy gets killed and everything gets calm, my girlfriend comes to me, my SL calms and callsme saying that she never will going out with us again. And then i was walking with my gf my brther buying some stuff and thats it. MY favorite Earthbending I was in a hallway with boling zuko and katara, and i saw 3 guys with masks trying to attack us, and then we attack and with my awesome earth bending i throw a rock to them, and then do a pillar of earth between us and kicking it. And then we are in a room full with those guys. Saved zuko and bolin and defeated the masks guys ;D it was non lucid but i loved it
Morning of June 30, 2015. Tuesday. This is one of those odd but generic dreams with mostly only louder audio over a seemingly long time period, though I do have my eyes open at some points in both my main dream and in my false awakenings. It has several false awakenings as well as real partial awakenings where I hear my wife’s breathing (which seems to somehow be creating the other voice at times), though it is only barely audible. Although I would classify it as a typical environmentally-influenced dream, the change in sound in-dream in contrast to the actual audio (as well as its volume) is rather bizarre. This has also sometimes happened when I fell asleep during a television broadcast (as well as with music) and, although the sound sometimes sounded the same in-dream, it sometimes changed in dramatic ways. (Similar to having one-second dreams every few minutes while in semi-sleep while watching television, sometimes which are mostly like the real image, sometimes which are completely different, often having a grid or thin lines or even briefly glowing “asterisks” in some parts). In my dream, I continuously hear an old classmate (Bobby S) speaking to me (which is strange, as I have not heard his voice since 1976). I am not sure if it is by telephone or directly near me, but I do not see him, so I assume we are having a long telephone conversation. (Unlike similar dreams of this nature, the sound comes from the environment rather than the ear that is on my pillow.) He does say “good morning” at first. I do not recall most of what else was said or spoken about and he does most of the talking (sometimes even seeming to answer me when I do not perceive myself as speaking). Though we were not that friendly in reality (even having a brief fist fight in high school), he sounds very friendly in my dream. Every now and then, either a false awakening or a temporary partial awakening comes about randomly. I do not seem to be cognizant of sleep paralysis - which I assume (only in conscious afterthought) that I must be in to be so “grounded” in my actual bed next to Zsuzsanna as a continuous (and undistorted) setting. However, there are none of the pleasant feelings and augmented “conscious-self-as-dream-maker” awareness as with sleep paralysis.
Lucids two nights in a row! Nice. This one started out as a regular nightmare rather than through sleep paralysis. I was watching The Lion King with my brother like we did when we were kids, and I was sitting there playing the original Pokemon on my old Game Boy. Then suddenly dad came running into the room all psychotic, laughing with a gun in his hand, and we freaked out and ran away. He chased us and caught my brother, and I heard horrible gunfire and so I ran down the hall and locked myself in a room. He was banging at the door and I was so scared and kept trying to push through the window glass, but then I noticed my hands on the glass. My fingers were all funny and I immediately recognized it as a dream and went lucid. I turned around from the window and the room was pure white, and the banging had stopped. So I left the room and found myself in another house I couldn't get out of, but this time it was all white and there was sunlight everywhere. ...but I was still locked in. In one of the rooms was a grey alien, which was a little weird, but when I walked up to it and poked it, it disappeared. Now back in the hall, I just told myself "You know, I can never find that guy when I search, so I'm just going to sit here and wait on him." So once again I was sitting on the ground in the hallway, surrounded by white and sunlight, calling out to Seru all pitiful-sounding. I heard a noise at the end of the hall, and leaned over to look, and there he was standing there looking at me and smiling. Yay, it worked! I went over to him and asked him if he could break me free from the house again, and he said yes. He flew up through the ceiling and I flew up after him, but this time I didn't just hit the ceiling instead I went right through it. Then we were up in the air and I was looking in awe at all the landscapes surrounding me. In front of us was this massive flower garden, fields and fields of all different species, it looked so rainbow-speckled, and it was so vivid I just couldn't believe it. I wanted to go down there immediately, but then he told me to look at the rest. So I looked to the right and there was a vast ocean and a beach that stretched forever, and far in the distance in front of us, past the flower fields, was a giant wall. Like the Great Wall only much higher. We landed on top of a tall fence overlooking the flowers, and out of all the different flowers, rare ones and such, this one common blue-purple pansy stood out, and I really wanted to keep it because it was so vivid but I also didn't want to ruin the field at all. I was curious about the wall so I asked him what was beyond it. He said there were mountains as far as the eye could see. Well... the call of the unknown lured me in and I wanted to go over the wall. He took off into the sky and I flew after him, towards it, buuuuttt... then my husband's alarm clock woke me up! Haha, well that's okay. I got a sweet vivid lucid dream, a dream guide, and fun places to visit next time.
Updated 07-01-2015 at 12:56 AM by 64971
June 28, 2015 I did SSILD before this dream which may have made it a little bit more vivid, but I don't think that was the reason I got lucid. It might've raised my awareness to figure out I was dreaming, but I don't think that mattered because I was basically told I was dreaming by the dream. I had like an hour of insomnia after doing SSILD for some reason (usually I fall right asleep with SSILD) but I still got the lucid! I am inside a video game that I'm playing with some friends. Apparently we are playing Boom Beach and we are all working together to take down a bunch of bases. I was using a mix of Bazooka girls and the big machine gunners (I had tried using those IWL when I used to play and they never really worked out that great). "Wow, I never knew that these troops were so good!", I said to a dude next to me as I was directing my troops. I saw from above 3d images of our troops just flooding into different tiny bases. I had the thought that if I wasn't working with other people I wouldn't have near as many troops so I probably wouldn't do good at all. I made my way to the back of the room where a tiny analog clock was. There was a giant digital orange wall and on it there was a video chat up with 4 blue digital boxes and people's faces in the (I can't find a picture of it but I remember it from some video games that I've played). One person who didn't look real (maybe anime?) said something about how dreams and this video game connected. something like, "It's a good thing that we are all dreaming so we can play this game together." Immediately I searched my mind for what that means. "I can't be in a dream." I thought. However, I was getting suspicious enough now that I did a nose RC and could breath, but when I did it a second time to make sure my air got blocked halfway. I then decided I better check my hands and on my left I had nine fingers and I'm not sure how many were on my right hand. I stayed calm and actually remembered to stabilize! I rubbed my hands together and felt the friction. Then I brought it up to my face and looked at it. It seemed to be the most vivid I have seen them in any dream so far, and they also had a slight glow to them it seemed because they were a little bright. I touched the wall and could feel the little bumps in it. I proceed into my parent's room as I was right next to it and I wanted to go outside. I was about to open the window when I stopped. I probably got this idea from a podcast I listened to from Sensei the day before on teleportation. I wanted to go to the beach so I imagined I was actually at a resort and the beach was right outside. Immediately the color coming through the window curtain changed from normal light to a light blue. I realized I succeeded because light blue was the color of the ocean (Going to the beach was not a dream goal currently. It used to be when I first started, but it's not high on my to-do list now. I think I decided to go because in my MILD I imagined I was at a beach and I flew from there). I then open up the window and step out onto the roof of my house. I take in my surrounding and I see a tall lifeguard tower with an attractive female lifeguard on top of it looking out. She has her back turned to me and she was bent over, so I didn't really take in many other things around me I keep looking at her and notice her skin changes from tan to black and then back to tan. At this time I also feel the dream destabilizing so I yell, "Stabilize!" and then, "Clear!" I feel the dream become stable again which gives me some relief as I do not want this dream to end prematurely. I then have an urge to have *cough* with the lifeguard. It's a high enough level LD that I realize that this would be mad for my lucidity and I try to fight it. My fight is to weak though, so I look for an escape. I look towards the beach and it is now just a narrow sandy driveway with a square tiny pond at the end that looked a little deeper than a puddle. I rationalize that since the beach looks so boring now I might as well spend some time with the lifeguard. She started walking over to me and unbuttons her top. Underneath I see a green and purple poke-a-dot bikini. Her face changes and I see now she is actually Kim Kardashian. I don't want to do it out here though so I look for another place. Inside the lifeguard tower there is a bed so I want to go there. She just keeps on coming to me though and t seems she just wants to get it done out here. I give in because now I feel the dream is about to fall apart so I don't have much time left. I need to do it as fast as possible. She gets over to me and I grab her to bring her down next to me and as she gets right next to me I wake up. After waking I wished I would've went into the pond to see what was down there. My dream might've created an entire underground world that I could've explored and the dream would've probably lasted longer. I need to learn to control my urges better in dreams, but I'm assuming that will come when I'm getting more lucids and experience. I didn't remember to fly in this dream or else I could have jumped off the roof to get away from the girl too. This was a very fun and vivid dream and it seemed like it lasted a good length of time...so I'm OK with the result! Also, I notice that LD's #18 and 19 aren't posted in this DJ. I looked back in my workbook and I got those right around the time that I took my long break, and I don't think I ever wrote them down and if I did I wouldn't know where to look. I do remember a tiny fragment of one but it's not worth it to type out I don't think. I do wish I would have recorded them, so that kinda sucks.
In which C and B are building extension houses in my back yard... I'm calculating how much it's going to cost me. At 26 dollars an hour for a 5 hour work day (because they start late) for 5 days a week for the next six months, it will cost me 250 dollars. This is dream math. I look at the figure on my calculator and am very surprised how cheap it is. I feel that we must be ripping C off. I show him the figure. 250 dollars? Yes, that's accurate, he nods. Suddenly I feel like a benevolent patron. I tell him that I'll double it. I tell him that I'll pay his assistant, B, 250 dollars also, that way he doesn't have to take B's wages out of his own pay. Then I think to myself, gosh I still haven't even broken a grand. I tell him there will even be a bonus if the work is complete on time. They are building two guest houses in my backyard. They are both under the square footage required to necessitate a permit, so they've just started on the construction without much planning. I'm a little nervous, but I trust them. They've done this before many times. The first tiny house is one open timber frame room. The woodwork will be seen from the inside, and they've chosen some beautiful red cedar logs. I'm really impressed with their craftsmanship. They've even been clever enough to extend a patio beyond the allowed square footage so that the outdoor space will increase our living area. I think of how I'll landscape a walking path and fire pit area between the extension patio and my main back deck. The second house turns out to be a giant purple RV. I think that it looks tacky to have this monstrosity sitting in my backyard. They are building a cover over it so that it lasts longer and won't deteriorate after constant exposure to the elements. They tell me not to worry, that I will be pleased with the final results. I board the RV to look around, but as soon as I enter, I'm faced with a tall climbing wall. Since it is still under construction, it is covered with a tarp. I forced to find my footings through the cover. To my relief, about half way up, there is a slight metal ladder, and I grab the cold rungs and travel vertically up the wall. I know the trick is to just keep my attention focused on each step that I take but not to hyper focus or over think either. I need to just stay calm, make a steady pace, and don't look around too much. I take a deep breath and continue. The horizontal rungs are actually small round metal bars, about the diameter of a standard piece of construction rebar but without the texture grooves. They are iced and muddy, and I think how easily my foot could slip. I grab the front rails tighter, but I cut my hand on a rusty part. I notice that the area where the rungs are welded to the front rails is starting to rust apart. I try not to think about it. When I reach the top, I realize that I'm standing on a narrow ledge encircling the deck of a ship, and I look down to see I've just climbed a magnificently tall gangway. I must hold on to some ropes and make my way around to an entrance, and then I'm standing on the deck. The ship is a school. There is a mess hall in front of me and two passages of classroom quarters off to my right and left. It's an excellent idea, I tell C. We need a private school here in my town, and in the warmer months, we can take the school sailing, a semester at sea. A pigeon-sized white bird lands on a rail next to my hand. It has a red breast with red streaks radiating out and circling around its back and wings. "It's a Japanese Imperial Bird," a child tells me. The bird begins to strut up and down the ship railings, chirping and clicking out a dance beat. The child who identified the bird adds a bassline and I throw in a melody. "We're ready for lyrics now," the child tells me, but I argue that we must practice the tune longer. He says he's got it, but I respond that I need to really focus on it or else I won't remember it when I wake up. It's a great tune, and I try really hard to keep it in mind. Then we work on the wordplay, but for some reason the words come out as nonsense. The child is delighted with the nonsense song, but I am hoping for something that feels less forced. We rhyme "Japanese Imperial" with "breakfast cereal". The child laughs. In which I meet some conservative news pundits... I'm standing at the side of a stage near the curtain, out of view from a loud audience. I must make a speech. I must address an assembly gathered in an auditorium. I can't remember why. Have I won an award? It seems this is likely. Then I see Bill O'Reilly, and he is wearing a form-fitting sleeveless and low-cut green dress with some tacky costume jewelry and a delicate lace half jacket over his shoulders. I panic. I'm in a play with Bill O'Reilly, and I've forgotten my part. But he is casual. He shakes my hand. He tells me he likes my work. He is being professional and polite. I decide I must be mature. I smile, thank him, then return my attention to the crowd just outside the curtain. I hope that he will leave me alone. He persists. He tells me specifically what he likes, and I recognize the sincerity. I'm a little disappointed that he's a fan and annoyed that I must talk to him. I turn to face him and instead look at the V-neck of his dress. It reveals the wrinkled and loose skin between his sagging pectorals and a spot of wild gray chest hair. I reach up and touch the edge of lace between my pointer finger and thumb, and I gently pull it over his chest. I smile at him ironically and tell him that a man such as himself should be more modest. Somehow, I expected that he would laugh, but he did not. He is crestfallen. Right away, I see my mistake. He's not dressing a part. Bill O'Reilly, in his private life, is a transvestite. I feel like a bully. I tell him it's a very pretty dress. I'm not very convincing. Then Ann Coulter arrives, and I start to think I'm in the wrong place. It's sometimes difficult to hate a human, especially one that is standing right in front of you, even though it is very easy to hate a personality. I consider Bill O'Reilly's vulnerability in that moment, but it is already gone. They are jovial together. He is loud; she is mean. I want to leave. He asks me if I know her. I say I do not, and then I tell her that she is a liar. I felt a lot of things that I would like to say, but as usually happens when I'm upset, I am not able to say any of them very well. I verbally attack her. I say some pretty mean things, and again I think to myself, I feel like a bully. I justify it to myself: she deserves it. She responds that she will write a limerick about me and scribble it on a bathroom wall for all to see. This actually intrigues me, and I ask her for the first line. She gives me, "There once was a woman from Texas" and I'm immediately disappointed. I start to be distracted by the crowd once again. They are chanting Bill O'Reilly's name. Surely I must be in the wrong place? Surely there is no reason for me to be there. I start to walk off backstage. Ann Coulter calls me back. She is saying something, but I can't hear her. I think she is asking for a rhyme. "Nexus," I shout at her. "Solar plexus!" I start composing the limerick in my mind. "Drives a lexus". "Likes to sex us". "Welds a Czech truss". Welds a Czech truss. I remember the backyard construction. I run backstage. Ann Coulter runs behind me. She chases me into the locker room. I must open my combination lock, but I can't remember the digits. Ann Coulter recites her limerick. "There once was a blonde girl. She made me hurl. She is a fat girl." I'm staring at the lock, but I can't remember how to turn it. Is it left first and then right? When do you go around and pass zero? Ann Coulter keeps laughing and taunting me with her limerick. "There once was a blonde girl. She made me hurl. She is a fat girl." She sings it over and over again, shaking her hips and pointing at me. I can't concentrate with her there. I slam the lock into the locker door and sit down on a wooden bench with Ann Coulter. I tell her that it's not a limerick. She throws her head back and laughs. She sweeps her hair from her face. She leans back on her arms and crosses her legs like a bad impersonation of a supermodel. She is not at all attractive. I think that I will tell her this, but then I realize how unfair that is. Why am I so petty and mean today? I tell her that her song is not a limerick. She laughs some more and thinks that she has insulted me. She thinks that my feelings are sore. I explain that, no, I don't care what she says about me. But that it's just not a limerick. And it's not particularly funny. But she doesn't get it. She laughs again and says that I'm a big baby. I think about hitting her. Instead, I pick up my keys and begin to carve a limerick into the bench. To show her that I'm not sore about it, I use all three of her lines- but I leave space in the middle for the third and fourth line and make her third line the fifth. I explain to her that she needs another rhyme for the two missing line, and I ask her for a suggestion. She suggests "dork" and when I ask for a rhyme, she suggests "dumb". I sigh and get that sinking feeling - this lesson is not working. I write her dork line and explain that we need a rhyme with a similar ending. Can she think of any words that end in "ork" sounds? But she has stopped trying to understand. She's back to laughing at me and saying that I'm butt hurt about her insults. I tell her that I'm not offended, I'm just trying to point out that she has not written a limerick. It's a simple fact, but she says that I can't dismiss things just because they hurt my feelings. I tell her that it's also not witty, not amusing, that she used the word "girl" twice and that I'm not fat. I'm not even overweight. Also, I'm not even blonde. Then she tells me I'm being a snob. She touches her finger to her nose, pushes it up in the air, and says "look at me! I'm a snob!" Suddenly I realize that my combination is the terrible Ann Coulter taunt. I enter it into the lock. Girl, Hurl, Girl. It opens. I crawl inside and wake up.
Updated 06-30-2015 at 03:40 PM by 38879
June 25, 2015 I was standing in my house right next to the front door. My mom was in front of me talking. I don't remember what she was talking about but I was really tired and just wanted to go to sleep. Then all of a sudden for no apparent reason I becamelucid. This was another low level LD so of course I forget to stabilize but I remember my goal of flying. Immediately I run upstairs into my room. It is dark in there and I don't even bother trying to turn a light on. I jump up trying to fly but I just fall back down to the ground again. I try two more times or so and then I wake up. My goal before for flying was just to fly. But then I heard somewhere that it's better to have specific goals in mind so then you know exactly what you want to do. So I changed my goal from flying to flying to the moon. Originally I wanted to fly to Mars but then decided since that is way farther away then the moon it might be harder to do, and as of right now I'm struggling enough with the flying part so I need the rest to be easy. I've got to figure this flying thing out...I've gone 21 LD's with only a bunch of failed flying attempts and pretty much nothing else.
Updated 06-30-2015 at 04:21 PM by 70090
Was partially lucid. In the dream I am walking with a girl down a path and I think we are talking. She has long hair and glasses and I feel at peace.
My recall recently has been terrible, so before bed I jotted down some notes about my waking day. It seemed to help Hospital foodcourt party I'm walking through a hospital. To my left is a wall made out of plate-glass windows; I see a bunch of guys dressed for an operation moving around. I see a bunch of women on exercise bikes reflected in the windows, and I think how odd it is to have a gym right across from the OR. Now I'm in an office talking to a guy. At the end of the conversation, he tells me to report to room B4-xxx to get started with my assignment. Now I'm walking through the hallways again, carrying a travel mug, and I'm wearing a dark blue nurse's outfit. I encounter my friend Peter who asks if I want to go with him to the food court. At first, I decline; then I realize it's 9:56 and the food court stops serving breakfast at 10:00, so I agree and hope we make it in time. Now we're walking into the food court. I'm expecting to find a stack of trays by the door, followed by a stack of plates, followed by tray rails and food under glass roofs; instead, the entrance area has tiny square tables scattered around it, each with a plate or two of food and, occasionally, a stack of Styrofoam plates or bowls or a container of plastic utensils. Peter grabs a bowl from the table nearest the door and keeps walking through. I feel really self-conscious about the whole thing since it's so weird. I follow him, looking all over the place for the trays, but I never find any. On the far side of the entryway are the normal food warmers. I look around me for a stack of bowls to grab, but they're not as common over here as they were near the door. I think I see some, but as I get closer I realize they're already used and dirty. I finally find a clean stack and grab a bowl, then start looking for utensils. I find some on a nearby table, but the forks, knives, and spoons are all jumbled together, and a few of them look used as well. I pick through the collection to find a clean one of each. Now we're going through the line proper, and I'm surprised to see that we're passing desserts first - some kind of yellow cake catches my eye. Now I'm sitting at a table across from Peter. On the table near him is a CD with a really striking label. I know it's a Stephenson audio book - I think it was Cryptonomicon - though in the dream neither of us can remember either the author's name or the name of the book. We talk about the contents of the book anyway. He says he understands now why, before he'd read it, I would only give vague hints about what went on, and he's glad I didn't give anything away. Now I'm back at the dessert table. This time, it's a narrow 6 foot table with a selection of different chocolate desserts, most of which don't have much left on them. The people around me are dressed for a fairly nice party. A friend is with me, and (s)he suggests a particular dessert that's really tasty. It's chocolate, multilayered, and built on some kind of crust. I grab a spatula to get a slice, but I have terrible difficulty with it - I just can't seem to get my slice on the spatula, and instead end up sliding it all over the place, eventually somehow flipping it up-side-down on what's left. I'm feeling pretty embarrassed by this point and hope that no one is watching as I hold the plate so its edge touches my slice and just use the spatula to push/scoop it on. Now I'm standing near a small temporary canopy. Under the canopy is a table with some fliers, but I don't look at them. I end up in conversation with some of the people near-by. The guy I'm talking to is talking about digital piracy at college and says that new students end up spending about the first 6 months out of every year pirating stuff before they finally start buying things. Later, he changes to talking about how they spend the first 9 months out of their college careers doing it. I'm surprised by the change, but he doesn't acknowledge it. I'm kind of uncomfortable and tell him that I may have done a bit, but not nearly that much. I realize that George Lucas is standing immediately to my left, listening to the conversation, and I hurriedly assure him that I never downloaded any of his stuff. We get in conversation, and I think that he looks different than I expected, taller and thinner (in hindsight, I think he looked like James Cameron actually looks). As we're talking, he points out another guy in the crowd, identifying him as another really famous Hollywood guy. I look and realize that the guy he's pointing to is my neighbor. I had no idea he was famous! I just thought he was an average old retired guy. Now I'm moving between conversations. It seems that everyone I talk to wants to "introduce" me to my neighbor, and whenever I explain that I already know him, they're all jealous. Now I'm standing by a table with a stack of something on it, talking to Mom, explaining that I'd not only found out that my unassuming neighbor is famous, but that I'd also found out that my daughter's horseback riding tutor is actually a famous violin player and that <someone else I know> is actually a famous <something>. Now I'm boarding some kind of train car along with a bunch of the other guests. Now we're approaching our destination, but I'm no longer in a train car but rather something that looks like a sports car on wheels. Small elves (they look like Christmas Elves) are somehow perched on the hood and trunk, and someone explains that they're there for security to make sure the guests stay safe. Now I'm in a fairly small one-room building - call it 20x20 - that's got a few windows and a few shelves of books. Looking out the windows, I see that the building is set in the middle of a city road. Videos at school I'm in line in a bureaucratic office, waiting to talk to a woman sitting behind a counter. There are three women, each with her own line. I'm in the leftmost line with a couple of people in front of me. The middle line is about the same length, and the right-hand line is a bit shorter. Now I notice the right-hand lady doesn't have a line any more, and she's glaring at me. When she sees that I've noticed her, she beckons me over. Now I'm talking to her, and she's explaining that someone took my token and gave it to her, which means that she can't see anyone else until she's finished with me. Now I'm outside in the parking lot, headed back towards the building. I see some friends from church and fall in step with them as they also head in. I see that their eldest daughter is carrying a large hardback book, and I try to get a look at the cover, but I can't make it out. Now I'm wandering the halls looking for a bathroom. I make a right-hand turn at the end of a hallway and find a really short hallway with 5 closed doors coming off of it. Between two doors is a pastel blue sticky note reading "Women's Restroom." I realize that each of the five doors must have a single bathroom behind it, and that this whole little area is considered the women's restroom, so I quickly leave. Now I've found the end of another hallway with "Men's Room" on a sticky note. Even before I take the turn, I suspect that it won't be nearly as nice as what the women have, and I'm proven right when I find a dirty room with a sink and a toilet installed in a shower stall. As I'm standing there, another man comes in and waits for me to finish. Now I'm wandering the halls again looking for my classroom. It's 9:32, so I'm late, and I hope the teacher doesn't notice or mind my tardiness. I finally find my room and go in. The room is set up with a bunch of tables in a U shape. The teacher is sitting with my son near the end of one of the arms, working on his violin playing, so I walk around the edge of the room and find an empty seat at a corner near the middle. Some of my nieces are there, and their pastel green fuzzy blankets and an assortment of toys are scattered on the floor nearby. I pull out a book to read while I wait. Now I'm watching a video of a daredevil messing around on a roller coaster. Right near the start, he unbuckles himself, then as the individual cars of the roller coaster do a 360 rotation forwards (perpendicular to the direction of travel) he runs backwards so he stays in place, then jumps back into his seat. The voice-over to the video (female) complains about the damage he did to sensitive components on the bottom of the car when he stepped on them. I wonder why they don't just stop the ride and take him off, but the voice says something about how this is the first run, it took them a long time to get to this point, and it would cost them a lot of money to stop now. Now I see him readying something with a bar and rope. He unbuckles himself again and gets ready for something. Suddenly the roller coaster car jumps up and back down in a split second, and the guy seems to be gone. The camera zooms out and shows the guy somehow harnessed under the car. Now he's in what looks like a small racing car, though I "know" it's still the roller coaster car he's been in the whole time. Everyone is racing around a small track. This guy has somehow hacked his car to change its behavior, so he's able to go faster and drive more dangerously than is normally allowed. It looks like it doesn't take hacks to make it dangerous, though, since the guy right in front of him smashes into a wall and breaks his glasses. The previous voice-over is gone, but the guy is now talking directly to me. Now the guy is driving through an indoor checkpoint, and I expect that they'll shut him down. I can see a window in the right-hand wall that must have operators behind it. Sure enough, some small things pop out of the ground (I have no idea how they're supposed to stop him), but he exercises his control over the system to make them disappear. He does a couple of other things to show how completely he's infiltrated their systems. Now we're walking together through the halls of the school, and he's boasting about how great he is. Now we're outside at the top of a second story stairwell. I walk down it, but he just jumps and lands safely. When I look at him again, he's changed his appearance so he looks like Abraham Lincoln, but with a mechanical right arm. Now I'm watching another video. This one is talking about the difficulties of implementing democracy in old communist countries. The US is about to help this country run their very first elections, and the people have no idea what to do. Putin has come in to "rescue" the people, and it looks like he's going to get all the votes and will just roll them right back into Russia again. The US is incensed, but the people in this country are happy since they don't know anything else and are afraid of change. The report continues, talking about many liberties that have already been removed, including most of the file sharing networks. The reporter, a woman, has some kind of multicolored dancing "string" in her hand, and she shows it off, saying she found it on one of this country's old file sharing networks, that it's incredible and she'd have never found it or its author without the exposure the networks gave it and him, and how much harder it will be for this country's people to get exposure now. Free boxes I'm in our van, driving through some gates into a HUGE parking lot in front of a REALLY HUGE building. The lot is completely empty. Now I'm closer to the building, and a guy is walking towards us with a stack of flatpack boxes under each arm. I open the tailgate and show him where to put the boxes, sliding them behind one of the seats. He asks if this is enough, and I tell him it is, since we've got a bunch of boxes at home that we're in the process of emptying. At some point in one of my dreams, I had a brief moment of knowing that I was dreaming, but it didn't impact anything.
I need to leave for work in like soon, so I'll only post one of the dreams I had tonight. It was the last one of the night. I had a blast, even though I wasn't really in it. 06/29/2015 - APOCALYPSE ROBOT Taylor Swift is a pizza delivery person. She delivers to a house, which makes her wait in the rain. A robot servant (kind like in the new tv show "Humans") answers (after the 30 mins) and Taylor refuses to delive without payment because THEY made her wait. She throws the Pizza in the back of her car. Jason Momoa is at home, someone knocks on the door but covers the peephole. He opens the door and immediately gets into a fight with the guy, Xavier, who’s older. He recognizes Xavier. It was one of his parents friends when he was a boy. Jason and Xavier talk, there’s something going on in the world. Something bad. Momoa thinks it’s an alien invasion. Xavier tells him he’s wrong. It’s not aliens. It’s robots. We’ve created our own downfall. Taylor walks around in her town, it’s slowly being evacuated. She sees familiars in the car leaving town, but she’s completely alone. She crosses main street and heads into an alley and continues walking towards the woods just outside the town. There's a puddle a few yards ahead, with something in it.* That’s where I woke up. Funny thing was, as I kept ‘seeing this dream’. I wasn’t really in it, I kept telling myself, must include more robots and more critiques as to how dependent of machines society has gotten! I was seeing it sort of like it was a movie, you know with Momoa (who was ALSO in another dream of mine tonight) and Taylor having their own plots. I also get the impression that they were supposed to have a romantic sidestory and I kind of ship them right now. I even gave them a name: Jaytay. I have a boring life. Don't judge me, Dreamers.
Morning of June 30, 2015. Tuesday. I am lucid but not in full control, apparently. I am appreciative of a swamp setting that is not threatening in any way at first, reminding me of my early childhood. A voice echoes “the bog oak necklace!” in a somewhat exaggeratedly dramatic way as if my arrival signifies the beginning of some sort of incongruous “This is Your Life” and “Candid Camera” composite. Not being impressed by an unfamiliar feminine voice (at least this particular seemingly disembodied one), I move onward; half-walking, half-hovering (feet partly dragging). “The bog oak necklace!” the voice repeats. (There are strange “loud” silences between when the phrase is spoken.) After a time, I realize that the voice had not actually ever been there (even though it had - typical dream logic). “The bog oak necklace!” says the voice again. It seems someone or something is following me. I am not frightened, just greatly annoyed at this “intrusion” into my own dream setting. I want to get rid of this female so that I can…interact with a female (uh…okay…that makes no sense, but very typical of faux dream “logic”). “The bog oak necklace!” says the voice yet again, with some sort of strange essence by which it seems it will repeat forever and ever in a sort of implied cycle, at least in this environmental setting - until the end of time. This thought irritates me even more but there is nowhere to complain; no booth, no box to put a note in (which I “rationally” expect to find in the middle of an isolated cypress swamp). I discover an old radio’s speaker just out of full reach, nested in the limb of a tree. Aha! Now we are getting somewhere. Once I am able to get this speaker out and disconnected, I can get on with my dream and take control. The wires pull out, but the same phrase repeats from elsewhere. I notice that I am now carrying a microphone, which seems connected to the same wiring that the radio speaker was (though I vaguely recall that you can use a speaker as a microphone when input as such - which I had done in the past to get different effects in tonality and such in dub), but am not sure how far I can get before needing to let go of it. “The bog oak necklace!” the voice repeats again. “Stuff your bog oak necklace!” I shout, completely forgetting about lucidity and dream manipulation.
Morning of June 30, 2015. Tuesday. I am vaguely aware of the newest “Godzilla” movie playing at an outdoor sports event (and seemingly going on for at least two or three days without showing any part of Godzilla), but this is not my main dream focus, which may be shifted to a different one. I am hovering or at least viewing a scene possibly over the surface of the ocean. I am not sure of the size orientation, as I seemingly view a glimpse of a partially submerged Godzilla. After a very short time, I realize that it is not Godzilla’s back, but the back of a (normal-sized) hedgehog swimming through the murky water - with the size reference being much smaller. This error seems to have been caused by light from my right side briefly interfering with my vision. In afterthought, it dawns on me that Godzilla’s back does not at all undulate as it should above the water’s surface, which seems to be the case in the real movies as well. This causes me to briefly reflect that it may not be a hedgehog either, but someone dragging seaweed (or possibly a dead turtle covered with seaweed) through the water with a small motorboat for whatever reason.
+ invited unattractive, under appreciated girl out for dinner, walk through mall, she bothers a class + star trek, must climb up wall to save the day, up above us is a pharmacy + poking around in aquarium, lion fish, leeches on floating coaster, drop them on ground, feel bad, scoop them back up, imagine they're all remote controlled over the Internet and compose a letter of apology for being such an aquarium noob, walk down hallway for food, see donut, see girl with face frozen in scream with eyes wide open + caterers set up the table, pick up and carry it away by lifting the tablecloth, they ask me to at least get the hors d'oeuvres BTS Motorcycles galore: + riding motorcycle out of my childhood home (gixxer 1000?) up S ave, it has a very odd (backwards, squeeze-to-activate) clutch control + at the honda dealer's, they have a motorcycle servicing area, the motorcycle tech leaves and the boss says something to him, I wonder when the Nighthawk CB250 will get modern features like disc brakes. + see popular LD forum girl [false memory], see she's online on her computer on DV, a young man is asking her advice, he's "dancing" with her, she's in a bikini top which is lifted up to expose her fabulous breasts but they dance away and I can't get another look because there's a shopping bag in the way + best friend MR is giving me poster-sized, framed photograph samples to choose from, they are of moving people like Harry Potter pictures video loops, one of my cousin KRD, one of her daughter CD, one of an unknown young black man, white frame, against large multi-story white house, I say "I really like the composition of this one" (all the white) + (LD #124) young people at table including very cute girl wants to know if she can give 6 people a ride on her motorcycle, I talk to her, think about a motorcycle trip arond where I live, in traffic, encounter old woman checking out from hospital, dark roads, roadblock because of hijacking, right tunnel opened,duck under low cement roof, push past slow moving guy on narrow slope, emerge into bright sunny lobby/atrium with group of young blonde girls at elevator, look at watch, it's wrong, get lucid, full stabilization ritual, start giving DC girl a massage as further stabilization, wife makes noise in waking world and I wake instantly (grrr!)
+(f) dark subway, attendant guides me to door #14, you must step on train and off again to get there +(f) beer garden at the cashier window, what kind should we buy (starts with 'k'?) (f) (vague) in a store with people? +(f) take a naked girl into my arms Take new galantamine 4mg (relentless improvement) BTS (long, several hours) + (LD #125) girls, wife comment, go off with one searching for private room, pool complex, diving section, lifeguard chair up ladder, driving in traffic in super tall vehicle (several stories), 3 referees in striped black and white shirts, pull onto street outside childhood home, girls in way, garage full, hit another car when parking, strange large embossed letters on driveway, nose pinch get lucid, grab girl, some fun + I drew NSFW drawing, hurry home so no one finds it, bathroom no door only curtains, buying beer, second real bathroom, red toilet seat walls, super foot massage system in shower, go out again for beer, "where's the American beer?" can't read the labels on any of the large almost keg sized containers, "recognize" neighborhood + girl with skin condition/rash, narrator talking about condition, see close up of female parts + talking about what we hate about TV, I try to say I hate how people on shows are so stupid, can't talk at first, get the words out, people agree including the ones on the TV.
It was cold, autumn morning. I was in undiscovered ruins of ancient, Aztec like civilisation. There were other random people with me. Mistakenly, we touched an artifact that started a weird tournament. Elder god appeared, and told us that team that wins gets supernatural, godly powers. I teamed up with two other people, and we were running around the ruins. The only thing that was still standing in place, unchanged thorough the ages were pedestals made of white, weird stones. I realised that placing random rocks at all the pedestals would grant us victory. In the end, there was only one pedestal. It was a draw between us and another team. The temple with pedestal was on another side of the river. I thought myslef "Damn, I can't swim." But then I found another way to the temple, we ran to pedestal quickly. As the other team was about to place last rock, I took a small stone and thrown it on pedestal. It landed perfectly on the middle of it. All pedestals moved down then, and threwn the rocks down. I said "We won!"
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