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    1. Quick tree climb

      by , 06-08-2015 at 09:21 PM
      I was planning on doing a wbtb and then lding for the totm, but I got the ld before the wbtb.

      A very long dream where me and mom go from tasting food at some fancy restaurant to running away from street thugs in a nasty area. The dream covered a great deal of distance by foot. At some point towards obviously the end of the REM, my awareness goes up and I have a moment of clarity. I remember the totm and actually also a moment before all the running away and eating that was also lucid and I did a quick tree climb there as well but a short one before losing lucidity. We are in the streets of this South African town and I am excited about exploring, thinking I can do the task of the month later as I feel I have plenty of time. Still, I decide to give it a try now rather than later. There is a tree right in front of me, and while holding something in one hand, I use the other to climb up the tree. It is very easy to do, which feels weird and cool at the same time. As I focus on the tree, couple more branches appear and I wonder would this turn into an endless climbing. Luckily, the tree height stops to extend beyond and I finally reach its top. I remind myself to have a look at the surroundings, checking out the streets below, the buildings ahead and what looks like a small park in between. At this point, the dream ends rather unexpectedly.

      Updated 06-08-2015 at 09:27 PM by 61764

      Tags: end of rem, totm, tree
      Categories
      lucid , dream fragment , side notes , task of the month
    2. Reflections / Zznvogayi (WILD + FA)

      by , 06-08-2015 at 08:24 PM
      Ritual: I haven't let myself get bothered by my dry spell of the last few weeks, since it was easily attributable to lack of motivation and practice. My work life has been much more relaxed, so I think dreaming has been less psychologically necessary. I'm starting to observe a consistent pattern where I get lucid more frequently and intensely at times when I am under the most stress in waking life. I always think I'll have more time to work on dreaming when that stress disappears, but usually I find my motivation disappears along with it. I think this is because when I have more free time, I indulge in other kinds of experiences that satisfy my mind in a way similar to dreaming: films, books, and especially computer games.

      Recently I started getting irritated with the bad dream recall and lack of lucidity, and decided to put more work into it. I did a few WILD attempts where my inability to count much higher than ten revealed my lack of mental focus and clarity, and they went nowhere. Today I found myself wide awake after sleeping four hours, a perfect WBTB, so I decided to try again. I didn't want to take any active supplements (alpha-gpc, galantamine, or piracetam), but I also didn't want to miss out on the placebo effect and reifying of intentions that might be gained from swallowing something, so I took a few tablets of bacopa and one of NAC. For good measure I also strapped on my MotivAider, set to 45 minutes, then lay down to do some counting. My focus was still crap.

      I was not fully asleep yet when I felt the first pulse of the MotivAider, however it roused me enough that I noticed I was seeing some really amazing hypnagogic patterns. This is the first time I've experienced such distinctly geometric and symmetrical patterns in the hypnagogic state. I got up to use the bathroom and was amazed at the way the patterns persisted every time I closed my eyes, moving and transforming. I was tempted to wake up more fully to sketch them, but realized I could make better use of this state, so I preserved it and kept watching the imagery as I lay back down in bed.

      I decided to skip the counting this time and work directly on tactile sensations. I concentrated on trying to move the dream body without activating my real one, and there was that inevitable ambiguity at first, but then I reached up to touch my face and I was pretty sure it was my dream arm that did it. I felt around my mouth with my tongue and was sure of it: the taste in my mouth felt too flat, too muted, to even be the normal background mouth-taste that we typically overlook. When I was confident that I had integrated into the dream body, I got up into my bedroom.


      WILD, "Reflections / Zznvogayi": It is my first time getting lucid this month, so I decide to try a TOTM. The mirror task is convenient, since there are large mirrored sliding closet doors only steps away from my bed. I walk over and stand in front of one. At first I think the reflection bears a close resemblance to me, only with fuller cheeks and smaller eyes. But rapidly these features grow more exaggerated until they no longer look like me at all: the face is horribly bloated and the eyes have all but vanished beneath the puffy surrounding tissue. I recognize this as DR: I've been reading Gyo, a horror manga by Junji Ito, and it's full of faces like this. I force myself to keep watching as the image becomes more and more hideous, as though it is deliberately trying to unnerve me, but I remain calm and at last it vanishes.

      It seems like the show is over, but the TOTM instructions were to keep looking as long as you can, so I continue watching the mirror. For a while it shows no reflection at all, just an empty dark space. Then a new reflection appears. This woman is beautiful, elegantly dressed in an archaic ballgown. I note that the bottom of her dress expands into almost a full half-sphere, and recall that this style was characteristic of the 1850s. I look up toward her face, but even though the expansive bottom of her dress is brightly illuminated, her entire upper body is in deep shadow and I can make out nothing but the silhouette of an appealingly slender torso. I keep staring until finally a tinge of light illuminates the lower curve of a shapely breast. I never do see the rest of her. As I continue watching, she is replaced by a male figure. I have the impression of a hairy man in rough clothing or primitive furs, but already the dream is deconstructing itself around me and when it stabilizes I am in another place entirely.

      I find myself at the top of stairs leading down through water and rockery, landscaping that reminds me of a Chinese garden, though the buildings on all sides look contemporary. I wander down the stairs wondering what to do next. In late May I finally started playing Dragon Age: Inquisition, and was delighted to discover that one of the core characters is a lucid dreamer. This gives me the idea to try to summon him. Summoning people, historical or fictional (I rarely attempt it with WL people because I feel like it would be rude to deal with their doppelgangers), has always been my weakest area of dream control, but I'm determined to make it work. At first I hope to recognize the character among random DCs passing by, but don't see any likely candidates. Then I notice that at the bottom of the stairs is a large cafe, with a number of tables clustered in a semi-interior space with no front wall. This gives me an idea.

      The cafe is organized enough to have a hostess desk, so I approach the two women working there and tell them, "There's someone waiting for me." When they ask his name, I say "Solas." One of the women acknowledges that he is here, and tells me to follow her. Oh my, is my trick actually working? I worry that I might get too excited over the prospect of success and destabilize the dream, and of course even that thought comes dangerously close to doing so, but I quell it and force myself to keep going along with the events I've set in motion, despite my impatience. So I follow the hostess, who leads me among the small circular tables toward one where a man is sitting by himself. I squint at him, trying to figure out if he really looks like Solas. Not so much: his face is thin enough but the features aren't right, and his skin has an odd greenish cast. I do my best to will his appearance into a better fit with my expectations, but this doesn't work. Oh well, appearances aren't everything. Maybe at least he'll identify as the character?

      I sit down at the table and say, "Are you Solas?" He confirms that he is not. I don't remember our conversation clearly, but I recall being impressed with this DC's confidence and sense of his own identity. He seemed to find my questions foolish or nonsensical whenever I attempted to steer him toward my own ideas of how the scene should play out. For instance, when I asked something like "Are you from Thedas?" he replied emphatically, "I am from here." Still trying to keep up with the DA:I theme, I asked, "Is this the Fade?" I seem to recall he had an interesting answer to that, but I've unfortunately forgotten it.

      At some point either I ask for his name or he volunteers it... and it is both odd and unfamiliar. I repeat what I think I've heard: "Vinyogi?" He shakes his head and says it again. This time I can make out that there are four syllables, with the emphasis on the second. "Zunvogayi?" I have to try several times before he's happy with my pronunciation, but it sounded something like that. I ask how to spell it, thinking this will help me remember it better, and he explains that the first syllable is spelled 'Zzn', but clarifies that the second 'z' functions as a 'u'. He gets up to leave and I follow, badgering him about how to spell the rest of it. He asks why I want to know, which I realize is a reasonable suspicion. I try to come up with an explanation that will sound bland and plausible without mentioning that I'm dreaming this, so I say something lame along the lines of, "I like to keep records of my activities."

      Outside the cafe we head left down a path and then turn to the right, where some DCs are gathered looking at a long thin object resembling a small oar that is attached to a wall with a number on the paddle end. From their conversation I gather that it is a house number, and possibly they are trying to figure out if they should proceed with some kind of heist. Zznvogayi pulls out some cards and lays down four of them as though doing a divination. There are words and pictures on the cards, but they don't make sense to me. From what I can tell, the cards suggest that "if you have guts you get ice cream." I tentatively interpret that to mean that bravery will yield rewards... a favorable oracle? The DCs discuss the matter among themselves. Meanwhile I'm still pestering Zznvogayi to tell me how to spell the rest of his name, which he finally does. Of course it was just as complicated as the first syllable, and all I remember now is him explaining: "The 'v' and the 'd' are the same." "That makes sense," I reply, thinking how easily the two letters could merge based on linguistic similarity, and the fact that in some languages, like Sanskrit, they commonly occur in the compound phoneme 'dv'.

      I want to make another attempt at summoning Solas, but this environment is too modern and urban to be suitable, so I decide to find somewhere better. Since there are a lot of DCs around I offer to make a show of it, announcing, "I'm going to make a portal!" Sure enough, this gets their attention and a small audience gathers behind me. I realize that with so many people watching I ought to give them a good visual spectacle. I begin by establishing, a few feet above the ground, a smudge of light colored deep cobalt blue. Then I wave my hand in a circle to rotate the light, spinning it into a flat vertical disk. I recall the beautiful hypnagogic patterns I was watching earlier as I fell asleep, and decorate the disk similarly. When I feel that the portal is well-established, I step through, trying to fix my thoughts on an environment appropriate to DA:I. However, at the spur of the moment I have trouble remembering any setting in particular, and for a while I find myself floating in unconstructed dream space. I focus on staying in the dream and finally a new environment forms around me. Across well-groomed lawns are large buildings whose style is unmistakably contemporary. There are no windows on the side wall of the building that I'm facing, just a four-digit number to identify it. This place looks like an expensive corporate campus: very far from what I was hoping for!

      FA: It was probably the disappointment that woke me, but I had so much to write that I immediately went into "preserve and recall" mode, grabbing the notebook next to my bed and jotting down as many notes as I could before the memories faded, starting with the name 'Zznvogayi'. At one point I noticed that the pen wasn't making any marks on the paper, and remembered that earlier I had covered part of that page with an oval of wax. I tried to remember why and thought it must have had something to do with portals. I flipped over to a new page and continued taking notes, until I woke up more fully and realized that I was not actually writing, it had been an FA, and I would need to pick up my notebook for real and do it properly.
    3. Aquarium Beds / Fragments

      by , 06-08-2015 at 08:15 PM
      Aquarium beds
      I'm in a building with large circular "aquariums." Inside them, people are lying on "beds" that are connected both to the ceiling and floor by many thin wires. It's some kind of "sensory replacement" experiment. I watch them move around, somehow "driving" the "beds" as they play a game. As I'm standing outside of one of these glass enclosures, a girl inside comes over and demonstrates how to "bang" simple communication in case tech goes wrong. Another girl is jealous of whatever prize the first girl won - a sandwich? She's just got a lollipop. I recognize these girls - I've seen replays of this match before and realize I must be slightly in the past. I ponder what would happen if I tell them who will win; then I wonder if I make something up, maybe it'll change who would win; but I tell them nothing.


      Fragments
      I'm walking down a hill that's been terraced into parking lots. The white van is at the very bottom. Now I'm trying to drive it out, but I'm having a lot of trouble controlling it and nearly hit other cars a bunch of times.

      Something about going to England. My family is on vacation, and they've been sending us to England and back. This will be the third trip just in this vacation. It's been neat, but also a huge expense.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    4. Fear/Rape

      by , 06-08-2015 at 07:34 PM
      Fear

      I was on a bed with my eyes closed talking to Dawn. I remember reappearing on the same bed quite a few times until i somehow arrived downstairs in the hall. There were three characters around me, one who i think was my younger brother. One of the characters who looked like Kiro's anime form went to go get something after that. I felt uncomfortable so I went into a room, locked the door and told Dawn how I felt. He told me not to worry but when I heard footsteps I went through the air conditioner in hopes of appearing somewhere else. I started flying above houses and began feeling more uncomfortable. Negative thoughts started popping up as i was looking around an flying. I saw a huge portal that sort of looked like the one from the anime kyoukai no rinne. I flew further to see a abandoned broken castle and heard someone singing an anastatia song. I flew to where i heard the sound and started singing it too. But than I thought about the part where she is imagining people dancing but it looks like ghosts.

      I than appear on my bed in the dark with something moving around in side me. Its black, has red eyes and almost like the form of a human but more monster looking. It was laughing as it flew around inside me. I told it to stop but it wouldn't so I started punching myself. Prayed to be brave. Than remembered that i didn't need help because these characters were apart of myself. I saw a phone on a chair after i got out of the paralysis moment. On the phone it said "I will paint over your house". I than flew outside and noticed the orange roof top houses. The scene shifted to a teenager sitting on a porch step with a little girl. Than to me back on the bed paralyzed. I felt really heavy and like i could not get up but i forced myself up.

      I than reappeared on the bed and kept punching myself to wake up until i just thought of waking up. Guess I was just mad at the constant reappearing. hahaha

      Rape

      Something about a girl dream competition where we try to beat up each other in a dream. I than left and started walking home. It was raining. I saw a couple of guys with bats trying to fight eachother. Than one comes up to me with a bat. I try to fly away but i can't. The guy than runs after me and grabs me. The scene than switches to a paper where there are words that rapist use to seduce their girl victims. Its very inappropriate that i can't belive my own dreamng mind came up with those.

      The scene than shifts to the interior of the store where the guy who raped me is talking to the store owner or someone about a baby i will have. There are white pills in my hand that are in a clear container. I'm thinking about how its unfair that i get raped, have to take birth control pills and the owner of the store is friends with the rapist. I than get out the store. There is a old dark skin man with a gun on the street. He is pointing it at reporters and people mentioning that he is going to shoot everyone of them for raping the one he cares about. The reporters make fun of him than he starts shooting.I than fly to a street far away from the scene.

      There is a announcement saying that in 11 hours there will be a earthquake in tokyo. I than notice on the top of a door there is a pizza and words saying "Educate your pizza". I wonder how much time till i wake up after seeing the future vision than wake up for real.


      I don't believe the second was a future vision. It was just my brain was half taken by the dream plot.
      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid
    5. Living in a British flat

      by , 06-08-2015 at 05:17 PM
      Had two more pieces of dreams. The first one was,again,set in the grocery store from my last dream,but everything was reversed. The counters,registers and door were all on the opposite side of the room. As before,I got what I wanted,paid and was about to leave. I turned and walked back to the register where Lily was. I asked her if she wanted to go out. She pushed herself up on the edge of the counter,leaning over and said to me that she was already with someone. It hurt,but I tried not to show it. None of this has happened in real life,so maybe it's a warning or something not to get too overconfident about the situation.

      The second dream happened later and was totally different. I dreamed I was living with some dark haired guy in his house. The house was somewhere in the UK. I remember it had three small steps leading down to the front door and another,longer set of stairs going up to a second level. This second level was completely flat,no furniture or any kind except for a bed I was sleeping on. He told me he and his girl had planned to go out that night,but she would only go if someone accompanied her gal pal/co-worker(?). I ended up getting stuck with that unenviable task.

      The doorbell rang and he answered it. It was the other woman. I got out of bed and started down the stairs to meet her,but realized I was stark naked. For what it's worth,she did not seem shocked or offended by my awkward state. I grabbed a sheet off the bed and tried to cover up with that as best I could. The woman was heavyset,but very well dressed in a sparkly evening gown with a black coat over that. Her hair was piled up on her head and arranged very neatly. We started to talk and she began asking me questions. I was speaking in a fake British accent,for some reason. She asked me something,I misunderstood what she said,I said yes to whatever she had said and that's when I knew I'd slipped up. She had caught me in a lie and discovered I wasn't from there. I fessed up immediately,saying that I only spoke American,not British. I know it's all six of one,but it seemed like a big difference in the dream.
      Categories
      dream fragment
    6. Witch

      by , 06-08-2015 at 03:44 PM (Snehk's Dreamlands)
      With my DC sister we entered a skyscraper placed in harbor. There was a woman in a black suit inside. With sister we were on a balcony placed two floors higher than the witch. I knew she'll use her powers against me, so I took a weird, black wand out of my pocket.

      Instead of firing a spell at the witch, I ate the wand. It tasted weird, from bittery to sour. I barely digested it, and then the witch smiled to me. There were some windows in front of us, and I saw two enormous ships sailing off.

      I told to my sister "Piss off Poseidon!" Suddenly waves powered by mystical particles striked the ships down, but the guards appeared and took me and my sister. They chained me to a pole in the middle of skyscraper. To free myself, I jumped, made a flip in the air, touched the ceiling with my feet and the chains broke.

      I ran away to warehouses, sneaked past guards and took a heavy bag out of hidden stash. Then I escaped.
    7. LD: Music in Dreams

      by , 06-08-2015 at 03:34 PM
      Out of the blue I remembered a dream I had a couple of nights ago.

      I just remember a certain part where I was sitting in a pretty bedroom and noticed that there was music playing around me. I really liked the sound of it. I must have been lucid because I remember thinking, "I need to remember this music and take it back to the real world when I wake up." It was sort of short and repetitive, had voices but no words. I hummed it again and again so I would remember.

      When I woke up I was disappointed that I couldn't remember. But after a few minutes I was able to pull it out of my mind. And I can still hum it now, a couple of days later. It was much more complex in the dream, but I remember the melody.

      Now this is where someone with real musical talent could use lucid dreaming for new song writing ideas. In LDs you could turn on a radio and hear the next song you are going to write. It's an amazing idea.
      Tags: music
      Categories
      lucid
    8. New Apartment/Bullies

      by , 06-08-2015 at 03:19 PM
      No lucid dreams for me last night. Also no epic adventure dreams. Back to regular dreams.

      In one of my dreams my friend Sherri and I were moving into this apartment together in Hollywood. The apartment not only had a loft but had three levels. I was telling Sherri that I had never seen an apartment this big (dream sign: big or unusual houses). I told her my plans on fixing up the loft area really cool with these little lights.

      Later, we were walking around the huge pool that was part of the apartment complex. We were looking for some clean towels, like they have at hotels. As we walked we started singing Scarborough Fair. We got some good harmony going and sounded good, so I wasn't embarrassed singing in front of all the people at the pool.

      Then we saw a group of guys surrounding a younger guy. The younger guy was skinny and looked about 16. The older guys were all picking on him and being really mean.

      I couldn't stand it. I needed to do something. I wasn't lucid, so I didn't know I had super powers. So I did the first thing that I could think of. I pushed my way past the bullies to where the younger guys was, and I put my arm around him and glared at the other guys. "What do you think you're doing to my boyfriend??" I demanded.

      They all stopped and looked at me...then at the younger guy...then at me. They had a look of disbelief on their faces.

      I wasn't sure if they were surprised because they thought I was too pretty or too old to be with this guy. Or maybe it was because I was glaring at them like I would kill them if they did anything else to him. Slowly they all walked away. The skinny guy smiled at me. He looked quite surprised himself, but also grateful. I felt glad to have been able to help.

      I can't remember where the dream went from there.
      Categories
      Uncategorized
    9. Long LD: Wall Portal/Re-Entering Dream

      by , 06-08-2015 at 03:15 PM
      6-7-15

      I had a fairly long lucid dream last night. Unfortunately, it was earlier on in the night. I thought I had gotten up and written it down. But now I see that I had only done that in a dream. So a lot of the details are fading from the dream. But I will share what I remember.

      I was in the middle of a long complex dream. I was in an apartment in a tall building. In the part that I remember the bad guy was coming after me with a needle and was trying to drug me. I somehow ran away and out onto a balcony many stories high. I climbed over the rail and swung myself under the balcony to hide. but I realized that he would most likely look for me here. So I jumped down to the balcony below me and dropped over the edge of that one too. I started making my way down towards ground level.

      Somewhere in here I realized that what I was doing would probably terrify me in real life. I must be dreaming.

      I took off flying. I remembered a conversation I had where I was telling someone how real flying felt in dreams. So as I flew I really paid attention to all the sensations that went along with flying. With anything in dreams, the more you look for the details, the more you will find them. So I noticed the wind in my hair. I especially noticed how my stomach lurched when I swooped down very fast.

      I ended up flying into another building. I saw a Japanese lady standing next to a table. There were beautiful plants on the table and part of the table was like a tank with about 6 inches of water in in. For some reason I really wanted to stick my head in the water and breathe the water in, since I knew I could do that in dreams. So I did. I couldn't get my whole head under water, but all of my face was covered. I took a breath and took the water in. Afterwards I pulled my head out and noticed my mouth was still full of water. So I gargled the water. My lucid self thought that was quite interesting. I had never gargled in a dream. I guess that's something we all need to experience.

      I then wanted to do some sort of task. I hadn't prepped myself the night before. I didn't have a clear plan of what I wanted to do. I had too many things on my list. The first thing that popped into my head was to do the Dreamviews' Task of the Month, which I thought was to run at a wall and transport to another place--similar to Harry Potter's platform 9 3/4. (In retrospect, this was not a current Task of the Month. It had been quite a while ago. I haven't even looked up this month's Tasks because I have been out of town and busy).

      I saw in front of me a wall that looked like it was made of rock. I was still inside of the building so I knew it was fake rock. It almost looked like fabric. But I figured it would work as well as anything else. I ran and pushed myself through the wall. I was a little surprised at how easy it was. (I had a long streak of dreams where I would try to use my mirror portal and would keep hitting the mirror and bouncing off.)

      As I came out the other side of the wall portal I saw that I was in a very large dark room. All the walls in this room seemed to be made of fabric. They had scenes of mountains painted on.



      At this point I suddenly felt myself wake up. I felt a little discouraged, but I decided that I was going back to the dream. I concentrated and pictured the room. Slowly it started appearing around me again. I felt quite satisfied with myself for getting back. This is a skill that I have been working on lately and having some success with.

      To keep myself in the dream I rubbed my hands together (a good trick for dream stabilization). I also lifted my shirt and rubbed my hands on my stomach. I wanted to make sure my dream body was very solid.


      I can't really remember what happened next. I know I did some more things and then woke up again. I was able to get myself back in the dream a second time. I did a few more things, but those things have faded since I didn't write them down. I don't think they were big tasks, just little things like flying and noticing things.
      Maybe something will come to me later today.

      But anyway, even though this wasn't a spectacular LD, I felt good about it. I have been getting lucid more easily again after my long dry spell. And I am also getting better at bringing myself back to the dream if I lose it too soon. That's a great skill to figure out.
    10. Epic Adventure Dreams with some Lucidity: Spike/LOTR/Whales

      by , 06-08-2015 at 03:08 PM
      I had a moment of lucidity this morning. I did a WBTB and then got to sleep in.

      I found myself walking through an underground cave system. I was with Spike from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. We had gone back 50 years in time so he could fight this guy and hopefully receive information that would really help us in our very complicated situation.

      At some point I thought "Hmm. What are the chances that I am actually hiking in a cave right now? This is a seriously cool place. There is probably more of a chance that I'm dreaming right now than in this cave." I had really mixed feelings about it. I wanted to have a lucid dream. But I didn't want to abandon this epic quest I was on.

      I concentrated and started to float. Yep. Dream.

      But my next thought was that this ability would come in super handy for the fight Spike and I were about to face.


      In the end I lost lucidity while keeping my flying ability. The story line of this dream was too good to let go.


      Earlier in the night I had another cool dream where I found a golden ring with the power to make me invisible. I also could fly. Everyone was chasing me. I had a hard time getting away even with flight and invisibility. Too many low ceilings. At some point in the dream I turned into a hobbit. I remember someone grabbing my hairy feet and knowing that was going to give away my identity. At some point Gandalf was in the dream too and the story in became complex.

      I had another dream where I was whale watching on this small boat and there were whales and dolphins all aound us very close. I was always just a little too slow with my camera to get a good picture.

      It's great to be able to sleep in sometimes. My dreams are always so much better when I do.
    11. Three short LDs

      by , 06-08-2015 at 03:02 PM
      5-26-15


      I had three lucid dreams last night...actually this morning before waking. All short. I will write details later. Did an unintentional WBTB.

      Basically I was lost in an unfamiliar big city at night. I was on foot. My phone was having issues and I couldn't make calls or pull up a map. Finally a lady came by and I was telling her my problems. Suddenly everything I was telling her was obvious. Those were common dream signs. I was dreaming. I immediately took off flying. I rubbed my hands together. I was wearing blue crocheted gloves...which I immediately took off. I also noticed how my teeth felt against my tongue, something that I have never noticed before in a LD. I flew, noticing things and taking off clothing until I woke up.

      But then went back to sleep and had two more.
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      lucid
    12. Extended Reef (8.6.15)

      by , 06-08-2015 at 01:36 PM (CHiLLEN's Dream Journal)
      Extended Reef
      I'm at a surf beach (Cat Bay), and It looks different. There's reef and solid boulders right up to the sand. I notice that Sheep is with me. He is willing to have a surf, but I don't think he's done it before. I tell him to watch how the waves break and what the other surfers are doing, to get an idea. A few small waves come towards us, not enough to knock me over or anything. I can't say the same for Sheep, he gets poleaxed by a small wave and ends up being pinned under a boulder. I rush over towards him and he's underwater. I pause for a second and think of what to do. I decide to try and grab the Boulder off of him, and seem to do it with ease. This is enough to free Sheep from drowning.

      I remember someone telling me that Sheep is pretty competitive, and doesn't like to be wrong. They tell me he is very long winded with explaining himself.

      Im at my primary school, and it seems to be a reunion for my year level. I see some familiar faces. I can only recall Sarah Woders. They surprise one of the teachers that they had, by grabbing her. I think Sheep was still with me, and was kind of not interested in being good friends with him. It's pretty crowded at the moment and I see someone behind me that I thought was Drew Dier, but it wasn't him.
    13. Continuity is beginning to return

      by , 06-08-2015 at 01:12 PM (Lucid Time!)
      So for the first time in awhile, last night, my dream actually had some amount of continuity. It was still all over the place, but it makes enough sense that I can say for sure what happened.

      I was riding in my family's old van. My dad was driving and I was sitting in the back seat. I remember feeling shorter as though I were much younger. My dad said something about going back to high school. I told him that I was excited to go back, but that I hadn't gone to high school for a number of reasons.

      I had some insane amount of false memories at a moment where I would have otherwise become lucid. I explained to him how I had first been sick, then school had been on break, then my family had gone on vacation, then we had several snow days in a row, then I transferred to a vacation home for a few months.

      He dropped me off at school. I remembered that my first class was gym. It took me some effort to remember my locker number was 318 (that was my actual locker number when I had gym class in sophomore year of high school). I looked in my locker to see if I had left my gym clothes there. Then my old gym teacher showed up but he was wearing glasses and we went and started playing dodgeball.

      I remember thinking that I should go to the office and get a print off of my schedule so that I can remember what my other 5 classes were.

      ...

      I somehow wound up back in the car with my dad again. There was a big wall cloud blowing in from the west and I asked my dad to check the weather report. He had a small laptop and he set it between the two front seats of the van so that I could see. It looked like we were going to be getting a big storm.

      ...

      This gave way to a dream about a heist of a bank vault in this skyscraper in this big city. I was being chased by guards to the rooftop of the building where I jumped off and activated this glider pack and flew away.
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    14. Hohner Accordion

      by , 06-08-2015 at 12:12 PM
      Morning of June 8, 2015. Monday.



      There is not much to this dream sequence. There are two sections that seem unrelated. There is a scene where I seem to be watching myself from about five feet away as I am seated in a small wooden chair and playing a black accordion (in an undefined location). I am probably about forty in this scene. I am not playing any music at the time. I am clearly focused for a short time on the name, which is Hohner, though the name appears vertically (rotated ninety degrees to the left, as on some real-life accordions when held in playing position). I have not seen a real accordion like this in years. (This is probably a semiconscious awareness of the word “honor”, which is pronounced differently than “hoe ner”, perhaps for no particular reason, though one definition is “the quality of knowing and doing what is morally right”. It is interesting how the mind creates seemingly related layers as such.)

      In the next scene, I am fully in-body. I am with my wife and family in Clayfield (where we have not lived in years) on Gellibrand Street. However, the orientation seems slightly altered. I get two envelopes in the mail that are about the size one would receive a small greeting card in and they are thin and slightly stiff as if containing one card each. They seem to be suspicious and illegal (from the black market, but mostly appearing like random junk mail) and seemingly from the Philippines, claiming that I had requested them - which makes me even more agitated. There are several phrases on the outside of the envelopes that apparently describe the nature of their business, but upon tentatively opening each, it turns out to be one piece of thicker stock each, one with some sort of calendar-like matrix (three by four) displaying variations of raisin muffins and possibly recipes below each image too small to read (of the type of card with a magnet to place on a refrigerator, like a politician’s propaganda during an upcoming election or junk mail calendar), the other being distorted and not clearly remembered but possibly something to do with pens with a campaign logo. I am debating whether or not to give the materials to postal inspectors (contemplating if people who get such junk mail are on a special “watch list”), but it seems like they are just some sort of odd random spam (with nothing making any sense at all or anything having any relationship to anything else) as seen often on the Internet, so I remain a bit undecided.
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    15. Yosif and the Temple of Apollo

      by , 06-08-2015 at 11:00 AM
      A slightly disturbing dream, but with all characters displaying a lot of agency and independence. The Sentinel also makes an appearance, a speechless recurring entity who seems to only appear in times of danger.

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      I was sitting by the side of the road in my hometown with two friends. We were watching a television signal, using road signs to change programme, but the device was not always sensitive to understand our commands. We stood up and walked along the northern side of the river. I was only a child, and my two companions were comprised of my younger brother and the young daughter of a family friend.

      I saw a list of names scroll through my mind. One name in particular I recognised; Yosif. We happened to be walking past his house. It was white weatherboard at the top of a hillside garden overlooking the river. He came out to greet us. He looked to be in his late forties, but took good care of his physique. He was of Mediteranean background, with olive skin, slick dark hair and a slight accent. I placed him in my memory; he had been a GP at a medical clinic a few towns over whom I had visited many years back. Despite being certain of this information in the dream, I know of nobody named of this description or profession in waking life.

      Innocently, I told him that I had seen him once when I was unwell. He looked uncertain, but my young friend confirmed my memory. He invited us into his house, telling us that the television signal was much stronger inside. We laughed and followed him up through his garden. He took my brother's hand to help lead the way. I didn't know this man well and didn't really feel like spending time in his home, but I wasn't suspicious of him and didn't want to be impolite.

      From the road, his home and garden seemed to be thriving, but walking up through the windy brick paths it became apparent that it had fallen into disarray. Weeds struggled up through the dry earth, the grass was left dying, and the few standard roses still remaining were losing their leaves. Even the house itself was not looking healthy. The white weatherboards were dirty and some had rotted away. He picked up my friend and rested her on his hip, leading us through the garage behind his house. He opened a wooden gate for us, and held it open as we walked through. The dream characters of my brother and friend merged into a single 'child' entity, and the third position of our trio was filled by a young man whom we knew and trusted. He always appeared in dreams to aid me in times of danger, often long before I had even become aware of the threat.

      As soon as I stepped through the door, I felt something was wrong. It was naught but a high-fenced pen. I turned to object to Yosif, only to see the door being closed behind me. I kicked with enough force to stagger him and made my escape. Yosif was distraught that I had spoiled his game. He started busying himself about the house while crying and tearing his hair. I hid nearby in the garden. I heard a woman's voice from inside his house, but she was speaking to me telepathically. I was annoyed at first, believing her to be his well-meaning but ultimately complicit wife.

      "He drowns the children in a deep puddle beside the fence. Sometimes, he likes to submerge his own face in the water as well so that he can share in their experience." She told me. "The weeds in the puddle are a greater hazard than the water itself. The children choke on them."
      On this information, I rushed over to the puddle and started to clear all the vegetation, raking the mud below. The water was grey like run-off and I couldn't see below the surface. She cautioned me against trying.
      "Afterwards, he buries their bodies beneath the puddle so the other children have to look at the faces of the dead while they drown."

      Disturbing, to say the least.

      She told me to go and stay out of sight while she made a phone call and then rushed from the house across to the neighbouring property.
      "I'm coming with you," I said, and cut across the garden to join her. I assumed she was going to call the police. I was relieved my older friend had appeared and been caught as well. He wouldn't go down easily, and may intimidate Yosif long enough for the cops to arrive.

      I followed the woman into her home, an impressive mansion. There were many well-kept sprawling rooms devoted to displays of cultural artefacts which were open to the public. It was much like a small museum. She ducked into a side room and began to speak hastily on the phone. I looked around. This area contained many pieces of Japanese origin; scrolls of calligraphy and maritime implements. There was a scale model of an ancient Japanese whaling ship which caught my attention.

      I noticed a man in one of the rooms with an attendant. He looked to be her adult son; spiky blonde hair and well-built. He had a tattoo of lettering in black and red across his chest. As he was putting on his robes, I saw this his right hand and most of his right leg were missing, but he still had his foot and could move it at will. When he had finished dressing, he looked quite scholarly, and I followed him from his room.

      "Excuse me, but could you tell me what this place is?" I asked.
      "This is the Temple of Apollo," he said, unsure as to how I could be here without knowing where I was. The artefacts in this room definitely had a more European flavour, but I didn't notice anything distinctly Hellenistic.
      "Oh, I didn't realise given the asian influence in the other room," I said and walked off. He followed curiously.
      "This wasn't here yesterday. They must have changed it," he said.

      The museum was quite intriguing and had many patrons. There were model ships and spaceliners, bottles of googly eyes in every size, and fantastic pieces of antique art; a conglomeration of humanity's existence.
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