I was in some competition. It started with teams & then it got down to 2 people. There were food competitions where logic was so out of the window & abstract. It was hard to understand let alone explain. No lucids lately & I just don't get it. Which is surprising because I saw the documentary "The Nightmare" on Netflix about sleep paralysis & my husband got a glimpse of the kinds of things that I have endured do to sleep paralysis. For me I believe there is something in our bodies to keep us from acting out our dreams but there are definitely other entities present around us all of the time. I would highly recommend this documentary.
I'd led my friends into an abandoned house to hide from the group of rebels. They've found us now, five rebels armed to the teeth against six or seven unarmed civilians. Well. And me. "What's this?" The leader sneers. "Snivelling collaborators, hiding with the trash?" He smiles, and it's an awful little thing. "Get up and fight us!" "You still outnumber us, after all," says one of the rebel women, a smile in her voice. That won't do. The group of civilians are removed with a mental gesture, hustled through the aether. It takes me a moment to think of a place to set them down, where there won't already be a crowd. I settle on the dirt pile next to the Ixburg house. I blink, coming back to the now-emptier abandoned house. The silence has been drawn like a bow string, the rebels staring at me. "Seems fairer now," I explain. The leader swears. "You don't understand," he says, anger colouring his voice. "When our enemies came in and overthrew the last regime, they turned my country into HELL. They needed diamonds to fulfil the promises they made to their allies; they worked the citizenry like dogs. This is our chance to set things right." "Of course," I say mildly. "By marching into people's homes and murdering families in cold blood. Setting things right. Definitely not starting on the same track your enemies did." Face red, the man shouts a war cry and charges at me.
Updated 06-06-2016 at 11:11 PM by 31096
I just woke up so sad. In my dream, I was working at an editing place similar to mine. I had been assigned to edit a video my family was doing and Papa was the producer. It was a dream so I didn't really care about the video. After being assigned it I instead headed out into nature and watched the cycle of life as a momma predator and cubs were in the jungle. The momma was killed, and the cubs roamed around until foxes ate them. At one point while filming them, a gorilla came sprinting from behind a tree trying to kill us for proximity. Suddenly I was in the world's largest warehouse. Our filming team was checking it out, 200 foot ceilings and rows of items going all the way up, the place had no end. We were filming in there when the lights went off and we were attacked by gorillas again. Simon got extremely mad because we didn't warn him as a prank, and he turned into a gorilla and went after me. I somehow dropped all of my money in the chase, and it went into a pit in the factory. I lost $2 million. I went in to work to do some stuff and begin earning it all back. The guys at work sat me down, and as gently as they could said my grandfather disliked the video I made and that I could not come back in tomorrow. I was floored. I had just lost all my money and now I was fired for being a shit editor. I flew away, jumping around the warehouse fucking shit up and crying. I left into the night, and found a random party. I tried to join but was too sad. The next day I went back in to work and strolled right into the office. The guys were there and they were surprised to see me. They were interviewing a new kid. I told him I was sacked and he was replacing me, and that before I go I have to know exactly everything I did wrong and how I can improve. They told me some stupid rambling explanation that made no sense and was just purely insulting. I left even more pissed. There was a group of nice girls nearby that I tried to party with, but one of them was an editor as well and knew that I was shit and fired and kept trying to make me feel better. It was so humiliating. They stopped at an apartment block for a massive Jam, we were on a block where every single building had a party on every single floor and people were dancing in the streets. I just simply continued walking in my leather jacket at night, and strolled into the darkness. There was a building that had a tunnel through it for the sidewalk, and it was lit up internally with a beautiful white glow that played off the puddles around it, it made for a beautiful shot and I noticed it and thought I should use it as a film location. In the last moment of the dream, a girl from the group ran up to stop me from leaving. She tripped and spilled chocolate milk all over me. I got even more upset. I basically teleported back to work where I could shower, and emerged to see the guys confused and worried why I was still there. I said "Didn't you know? You didn't just fire me and fail to teach me what I did wrong, but yesterday all of my money was stolen by a gorilla. My life is over." They asked me what I would do now, and I said eat 6 bags of mushrooms and commit suicide. Then my alarm went off. I think I'll go back to sleep and try to start the day on a better note. Dream Signs Girls Beautiful Views Flying Animals Editing
It was a cold, overcast day. First I saw an entrance to my house, then I was in my kitchen. All my family has gathered there. Everything felt really big and going really quickly, I was small.
+(f) I'm driving and walking through narrow winding steep roads and paths in a suburban environment + chasing cat outside CH on street/dark, cat runs up stairs and I try to grab it it runs away down neighbor driveway and I grab its hind left leg and try to hold one while it tries to keep getting away + long discussion of API planning I'm working with engineering group and I ask for their plans + at party in house there is a man holding his hand up with some (squished?) mosquitos on it. Some people ring the doorbell and I try to look through the peek hole and don't see anything, I open the door and friends come in, I'm saying that my kids won't like the ratio (of men to women), then I realize SD (male) friend is approaching me for a friendly cheek kiss so I lean in for it and then move on
It's about 9 in the morning, been up since about 5. On the bed, I'm drifting in and out of consciousness, wanting to sleep. I have some awareness of the process and start experiencing hh, notably palpitations, which I allow to be, as I know my heart isn't really beating like that. I keep my awareness relaxed and distant and notice the images floating around behind my eyelids. A table comes into view and then it becomes more and more solid. I'm touching the table and then I realise I'm there in a room. The house is similar to the one I'm really in but also different. I look at my hands and try to stabilise but I feel very floaty and wispy. I notice some furniture -- a mantelpiece with some ornaments on it. I decide I'll conjure up a girl (I really should work on my self control). I float around the house quite excitedly and expect a woman to be behind a door. I enter to find a bedroom. It's very messy. There's nobody inside but there's a bed with a mess of duvets on it so I think she'll be in the bed. However, I don't feel stable enough so I decide to open my real eyes and the dream ends.
Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary written while awake] I'm in the office building complex north of Disneyland. I'm there to be cast in a show or parade there. [I don't specifically remember becoming lucid, but I do remember being lucid.] I'm floating around up by the ceiling, which is a high ceiling, when the casting director walks into the room below me. When I see her enter, I float down so I can talk to her. "Hi," I say while descending. She says I've been cast in [whatever show or parade it was], and to go and change into my costume for the show. I head out of the building to do so. Outside the building, I stand on a stretch of grass that ends at the top of a concrete block wall, about twelve feet high, at the bottom of which is a sidewalk. I need to get down onto the sidewalk to get back to my car. I know I can do a controlled fall, so I do. I jump off the top of the wall, control my descent speed, and land easily on the sidewalk. When I get back to my car, I realize I don't have any underclothes with me, and I can't be in the performance without any. I realize I'll have to go to a Walmart or Target and buy new ones, but I don't even know where there is one around here. I decide to set off and go looking for one. I'm at a freeway onramp, on my bicycle, still on my way to find the nearest Target or Walmart. [Why am I on my bicycle and not in my car? I dunno.] The onramp runs next to a high, tan-colored wall. On this wall, about a quarter to a third of the way down the ramp, there is a traffic sign that reads "NO BICYCLES ON FREEWAY." I start bicycling down the ramp, but when I get to the sign, I read it, sigh, and say, "All right, fine. This is me, not riding my bicycle on the freeway." I get off my bike, turn around, walk it back up the onramp, and start looking for another route that doesn't involve taking the freeway.
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