I was in my house, in fact near my bed , I got semi lucid, or well , I was not lucid, its like muscle memory, my subsconcious just knew that its a dream and can do anything. So I tried to do force lightning on a cabinet. But instead of lightning, fire came out of my hand as I concentrated the energy on the tip of my fingers... Then shit was on fire. And I woke up.
Had one. Saw a woman ride a bike from past me. I need to prolong lucid dreams. I only remember like 30 seconds of them.
It’s a warm sunny day at Salmo River Ranch just days prior to Shambhala, and a whole bunch of volunteers are busy getting things ready for the festival. I’m in an area that’s being set up with what seems to be a Flinstones theme, complete with enormous multi-coloured dinosaur bones and stone-looking structures surrounding a pool. A few of the buildings look like open jail cells with beds on the floors. Two women next to me are talking about how one of the beds is just a pile of straw, but that it’s because people specifically requested it, and how strange that is. I hesitate to chime in because I worry they won’t want me talking to them, but then I resolve to just go with my natural inclination to say something. “Yeah, what the hell?” I say. “They put mattresses in all the other rooms. Why not just put one in there too?” One of them hands me a beer, it’s from Four Winds Brewing, and we get to chatting. They tell me how they’re volunteering there with a group as part of a class project. I tell them that I’ve been to Shambhala before, but only on a day pass, and that I’m excited to attend the full festival for the first time this year. I realize that I was right to go with my gut and speak to them because otherwise I would be on the periphery instead of having this meaningful interaction. Another woman wades by in the pool and motions at my beer as if she wants some. At first I refrain from handing it to her, thinking she might walk away with it, but again I decide to go with what I think is proper and I pass the bottle to her. She pours a few drops of the beer into a tiny glass vessel she is carrying, returns my bottle, smiles at me and walks away. I feel glad that I have shared with her and decide that I should always just do what I feel is right in the first place. A gruff-speaking man in aviators approaches and starts guessing things about me. After three incorrect guesses he asks if someone has been to look at my house recently. “Sort of,” I tell him, since I did have a contractor come quote me for a kitchen renovation a couple months ago. “See, I knew that!” he says with a grin. I leave to go home, excited to come back in a few days when the festival begins. I pop into a pizzeria near my house, where a customer is looking for a T-shirt that he lost. I help him search for it but neither of us can find it, and the staff seems annoyed by us. Outside, a cop car shows up and the shirtless man explains the situation to them, but they arrest him. I know I should stand up for him since he has done nothing wrong, but I’m worried I might be arrested too and that I’d end up missing the festival. The car drives away with him inside, and I feel terrible for acting without integrity.
So first I will start off with general notes and then I'll get into the details of Dream No. 111. So, you got the appearance of my dreamy guardian but most importantly out of all things dream-like, I forgot to give you the appearance of... ME! I drew a picture to show you. Since I have trouble uploading photos and other files onto DreamViews, any pics I want to show you, I'll give a link to my DeviantArt account (KarlaB14) and post them on there. Everything related will be in the "Karla's Dreams - Concept Art" folder. Dream Characters - Karla by KarlaB14 on DeviantArt Dream No. 111 From now on, I think I might also suggest why I gave the dream it's respective title. Since these "Behind The Scenes" entries are fairly new, I'm always trying to find ways to improve them and make them exciting to read rather than just recounting the dream all over again. So I called it "Conscious Confusion" because of 2 aspects in the dream. 1. The maths book was a different layout and here's me thinking, "Where did those coloured strips come from?" 2. I wasn't shaking when I was close to the lift, I was thinking I should have been terrified (because of my phobia in real life). The Maths Book Scene Last year, for high school, I made a bound reference of approx. 130 pages, I think it's 132 to be exact. I had the copy for myself to use in my exams and then I also gave a copy to a friend to use in her class (and maybe exams) this year. The colours I chose for my book design were yellow, green, red and blue. The colours I put on my friend's book were salmon, rose, teal and lime. My friend's colour palette was the one that appeared in the dream. The only thing that were different about our books was the colour palette... The rest was the same, such as the front cover, the module dividers and the page numbers. Now in the dream, it changed the design features of the book... The dream showed that the page layout was altered. As it is kind of difficult to explain, I did do a sketch for this dream aspect as well (click on the link below)... I even kindly put some glitter glue on there where it was in the dream! Just for kicks really. Dream No. 111 - Maths Bound Book Comparsion by KarlaB14 on DeviantArt The Lift Scene The door was completely open and so there was no sign of it. I was only looking into this large box-like room that as I said, looked like inside some house. As I'm getting closet to the lift, here's me thinking I should be shaking like anything, my heart rate should be going up, my palms should be sweating.... But that wasn't happening. Maybe I was more focusing on what was in there rather than the lift itself. It's interesting because I do have a lucid dreaming bucket-list of things to do with my dreamy guardian and one of the things I put on there was for her to help me with my fear, if there is any sort of therapy she could provide. So that's it for this "Behind The Scenes" entry, catch you at the next dream. I have to work my butt off to get to that tournament, I registered but I haven't faced anyone yet! Come-on subconscious, get me lucid! I'm waiting for the day (night) where Dreamy WB pulls up in the driveway and tells me we're going to the arena.
Morning of May 11, 2017. Thursday. I am in an unknown and unfamiliar room. This does not at all come to my attention though. I had been thinking about checking a number of my dreams to make sure the online entries are all accounted for based on a set of fifty-four dreams in a particular dream journal in notebook form. The dream journal website I am looking at is fictional and seems to not have had much activity for a few years. I think I have the patience to check the main details of all fifty-four dreams. I look through a few web pages at some dreams that had been posted by others over a year ago. I have my fifty-four to check even though it probably does not matter since the site seems mostly unused (although I do like to have backup copies of my work other than on hand where I live). I do not recall the titles even though I am able to match and confirm a few. Curiously, additional details, at least a set of five for each title, vanish from the paper by my will alone, leaving only the title, to validate the most complete online version for each. I notice that my notebook has two odd “pages” before the main area with dream documentation. The first page is apparently a sample of corduroy that supposedly represents clothes I have worn. It is folded around a thin piece of cardboard and flat against it. The second page, upon looking at it closely, is an actual shirt of mine, also attached to a cardboard page. I do not question why I would have this at the beginning of a dream journal. Over time, I become annoyed by the shirt, which is made of normal thin cloth but seeming to be more and more bulky, even preventing the binder from closing fully. I consider that I eventually might take out the sections. This is a very odd variation of being annoyed by wearing clothes in some dreams, likely related to a subliminal realization that I am asleep in bed and actually wearing a shirt (due to being slightly cool) which I hardly ever do. The number fifty-four may be related to my age (as it is close to my real age), though is not correct (though normal dreams rarely contain correct information of any kind anyway). I also find it amusing after I wake that I would have to look through over 3,500 online dream journal entries rather than just 54.
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Night of May 11, 2017. Thursday. I find myself back in Cubitis (where I had not lived since 1978). It seems to be late at night. I have a vague awareness that my parents (both deceased in reality) are in the house sleeping. I am involved in a task which I am doing on my own, with regard to a long wooden ladder. I am firstly trying to bring the ladder out through a fictional area on the carport and realize that this may not be the correct route. I go back into the house, and take it out through a fictional doorway on the east side of the house. I have no trouble carrying this long ladder on my own even though I illogically seem to somehow be carrying it from one end (rather than in the middle). While in the backyard, I see, in the north side yard, more to the west (and closer to the orange grove, which is no longer there in reality), the statue of a jockey on a vertically rectangular base. It is of a darker gray hue and about eight feet in height, the statue and the base each being about four feet in height. I notice that there are many other items in the carport (including a white refrigerator) but I do not focus directly on them. I feel a sense of well-being. I am not even sure why I am doing this, but it feels right. Ladder symbolism in a dream is all about internal communication and real-time access to other (especially more aware) levels of consciousness (primarily the conscious self identity, which is typically lost when in the non-lucid dream state, one of many factors that reveal dream “interpretation”, by way of the common usage of the word, to be a naïve fallacy); very similar to bridge symbolism and visually linked to railroad tracks (especially when the ladder is horizontal, though it is carried sideways here). As most dreams are waking symbolism at their core, this is just a vivid experience of my dream self trying to coalesce into full wakeful consciousness again. The statue implies my inactive conscious self identity while in the dream state. The carport is one of my most common liminal space factors (that is, the state between dreaming and waking, but closer to waking). I do not recall waking from this dream. There is no active preconscious factor here other than the inactive emergent consciousness symbol; the jockey statue (of a darker hue as this was a night dream). The heightened feeling of well-being I had was very nice. When I was a teenager and going through a stage where I had a strong interest in unusual (and dreamlike) photography, for one photograph, I deliberately placed a ladder in the north side yard in Cubitis so that it was lying on the ground, oriented east and west and perpendicular to the railroad tracks beyond our backyard. There seemed to be an aspect of this memory in my dream, though my dream self’s age felt closer to thirty.
Date of Dream: THU 11 MAY - 2017 Dream No. 111 - Conscious Confusion I was in my backyard, holding a book of bound maths notes that I made in 2016 in real life. But then why I did I have a printed copy in my hands? WB had received them in real life via USB... Apparently I made this book (in the dream) for her sister LB and I printed it, intending for her to have a hard-copy. It was a close resemblance of the book in real life, the dream did give difference to a few small design features. In the dream, there was a strip of colour along the top and bottom of the pages, like a ribbon. I was going to use glitter glue for the page numbers but then I thought that I would be wasting the glitter glue if I used it all the way through. The dream then skipped to me being with a large amount of Killester girls that were preparing to get on the buses to go to the SCSA Athletics. Weirdly, the dress code was winter uniform. Someone came and looked at uniform and said I needed to do my blazer up. So I did up the two buttons but then this person came back and said it wasn't done up... I had to to a third one up. The girls were about to leave but I had to go to the bathroom. When in the bathroom, it looked all empty, especially for such a big space. The room was filled with a red-tiled floor and only a few small toilet cubicles, only varying a little bit in their size and shape. When I came out of the bathroom, I found myself in this wide, long corridor that was leading up to a lift... The lift door was open and WB was in it. I do remember the space of the lift being quite large, the walls were very white the the floor was a reddish-orange, velvet like material, almost like it was the inside of a house. I slowly approached the lift to try and get WB's attention but it was hard to do so as apparently someone else was in there, speaking to her. I got closer and at the same time, consciously asked myself, “Why aren't I getting scared?”. I kept trying to say hello to WB but kept getting no response. Eventually though, I was close enough and she heard me... She smiled and said hello back, and then I said to myself that I could head off. I ended up back at the area where the buses were supposed to be coming but this time, a group of girls were getting briefed by Mrs. G about Canberra camp. I ended up being in Mrs G's group who was going from the 10th to the 13th but discovered that I wasn't placed in a cabin yet. I asked my friend KH if I could be in her cabin but she said it was full. Then I discovered that Ms. L was taking a second group of girls to Canberra from the 12th to the 14th and noticed that WB was in that group... I thought to myself maybe I could get a cabin with her. That's all I remember. There will be a "Behind The Scenes" entry coming for this dream soon.
2017, 05-10 Party Time I am on a normal looking neighborhood street, on a cul-de-sac. There are homes around the cul-de-sac, and one home in particular has a lot of lights on inside. I hear music coming from the house and I am thinking there is definitely a party going on inside. I wonder if I could crash… I walk towards the house and find the front door is open. There is an Asian woman inside and she smiles when she sees me, inviting me inside. I go inside the house and I see a lot of people at the party. The woman says this is a dream, she is Asuka, and MoSh is inside. I am about to do a reality check when I recognize the song playing as Army of Me by Bjork. I look around the room and see Bjork herself is in the room singing. I am wondering how MoSh managed to get Bjork to perform at his house party. I start looking through the house to see if I can find MoSh. There are so many people I am having problems finding MoSh. I run into one man who is smoking a joint and offers me a drag. I tell him I just want to find MoSh. He says MoSh is in the bedroom, but don’t worry, there’s no sleeping going on in there. I am thinking anything MoSh might be doing in the bedroom should remain private… As if the man reads my mind, he adds that MoSh is in there hanging out, not making out. I think I will go in there and say hi to MoSh. I head in the direction the man pointed, though I can’t see any sign of a bedroom or even of a wall. I find I’m going up a flight of stairs to get to another room full of people partying. I look around and spot MoSh on a couch. I head towards him but I don’t quite make it, my alarm goes off and I wake up.
2017, 05-10 Night Stalker I am in a place I don’t recognize at all, it looks like a normal neighborhood street. It is night time out and all of the houses are dark, it looks like no one is home or everyone is in bed. I walk down the street in the dark because this neighborhood lacks streetlights of any kind. I can only see where I’m going by the light of the full moon in the sky. As I am walking down the street I see there is someone standing in the middle of the street. It looks like the silhouette of a man, I can’t see any details of his person. I approach the man and I sense a dark aura around him. He seems to be watching me in the dark. He says he can lay waste to everything I know. I say I have dealt with people like him before, his mysterious and dark façade are not impressive to me. I go over closer to him and I am thinking I’ll use a healing song on him in case that might be of help. I focus on the song Touch My Heart from the Devil Hunter Yohko soundtrack. A pillar of light energy erupts around the man and all falls back in on him, flowing through him. The song finishes and the man just stands there staring at me for a bit longer and then he disappears. I continue walking down the street to see if there is something else to be found here. A dog runs out from a yard and comes over to me barking, but then sits down and wags its tail. I pet the dog on the head just as I wake up.
Boring Just remember walking in a swampy farm field while it was raining. It went on for quite a while. House party and walking around town I was in my backyard and a bunch of people were there. I may have been playing with kids earlier but can't be sure. I see Jared a supposed friend from long ago. Asuka ushers us into the back of the house up some stairs. Past the dining room, up a small set of stairs and into a large bedroom, which is now a party room. There's a couch, coffee table and a large flat screen TV. Me and Jared sit on the couch and I say I wanna play some music. An older woman is sitting on the couch and has her hair done up in two buns on each side of her head, but more on top of her head. She smiles at me and seems familiar but I couldn't put a name to a face right there. We sit down, and I go through some menus on the console trying to bring up youtube. I can't really think of some music to play for A second I think I might wanna play Bjork music. But wait.. didn't we listen to that earlier? I go to search for some metal bands instead but Jared gets up and leaves. I follow him outside and he is gone. I seem lost in the scenery of the streets. I cross one and notice some kid who left the party. He's looking around confused and walks the other way. I spot and interesting street leading to a downtown area that looks very much like new york. The walk way has a red path with steps in various places leading down. The hill looks steep but is still lined with houses. It actually looks a bit foreboding and realize why it looks like nobody uses it. I walk down it anyway and to my surprise it is extremely easy to walk down. Nothing scary about it at all. It just looks creepy that's all. At the bottom I turn a corner and see a mac's store and at the opposite ends a gas station with a Tim Horton's coffee shop in it. I decide to go in the petro can with the coffee. I go in and order a coffee, but at the back of the store is a large entrance to a cineplex theater. I didn't realize Lethbridge had another movie theater. I go to check out the movie list when I wake up.
Similarities in bold My Dreams: Finding Asuka Remember trying to convince Asuka to come with me. Raven was there. I grabbed Asuka's hand and she grumbled, "do you really have to hold my hand?" I said "yes, because I don't want to lose you again. I want to make sure we make it home together." Window I am in my inner world house with Raven and Asuka. I go to a window and an undead version of Professor Snape is looking in through the window. I run to the back of the house and tell Raven I spotted him. Raven's dream: 2017, 05-08 Dark Mirror I am in a place I don’t recognize. I look around to see if I can figure out where I am. After walking for a while I realize it looks somewhat familiar, but at the same time not familiar. It looks like a creepy dark version of a place I have been before. There are run down houses positioned around a cul-de-sac, and the people walking on the sidewalks look distinctly like orcs. I find that strange because the neighborhood looks completely normal for this world aside from the fact it looks like it has been abandoned and now is falling to ruin. I start walking along the road, not sure where to go or what to do in this strange place. The orcs wandering around don’t seem to be paying any attention to me so I pay no attention to them. Then I see a man approaching me, definitely not an orc. Maybe he knows what is going on here. I go over to him and ask him where we are. He says it’s supposed to be his inner world, but it looks like someone has made a mess here again. At first that statement makes no more sense than this place does, but finally I put it together and I realize I’m talking to MoSh, but this sure doesn’t look like his inner world… MoSh says we have to find Asuka, so I agree to help him look for her. We go through a rundown looking house that I think is most likely haunted and we come to what looks like it used to be a beautiful garden, but now everything in it is dead. I look at the dead and brown plants and wonder what could have happened here to make them all die. I then realize there is a woman in the garden, but she is down on her knees next to something. I wonder what it is that she is looking at so I go over to see her. It is Asuka, and she is kneeling beside what appears to be the only plant in this whole garden that is still alive. There is a small and somewhat sickly looking plant growing there with a single beautiful flower blooming brightly. I ask what is going on here, and she says she has to save this flower. Everything else is dead, so she has to save this flower. MoSh comes over and seems glad to see Asuka appears to be ok, and he says it’s time to go home. I ask Asuka what has happened to MoSh’s inner world. She looks around and says this isn’t MoSh’s inner world, it’s a mere shadow of MoSh’s inner world. She also repeats that she has to save the flower. MoSh takes her by the hand and tries to lead her away. She keeps saying she has to save the flower and reaching back for it. I tell her I’ll get the flower. I form an energy sphere around the flower, the plant, and a chunk of soil it is growing in and bring that along as I follow MoSh and Asuka. As we are making our way out of the strange garden I see someone who wasn’t there when we went in. There is a man standing on and blocking the path to leave the garden. He looks like a walking corpse, and I get a whiff of a foul odor coming from him. He is rotting and decaying. Asuka says he is the bringer of death, every plant he touches dies and decays. She seems worried that he will get too close to the flower and kill it somehow. The zombie approaches us and MoSh ask him who he is and what he wants. He laughs and says MoSh already knows, but he sees a new friend… he might just have to drop in and visit me sometime. I can’t help but laugh when I think of him trying to drop into my inner world and running into my shield like a solid titanium wall, or meeting Vegeta to blast him back where he came from, or the psycho twins Mary and Marty with more weapons aimed at him than he could register sight of before he got vaporized. I tell him if he wants to be erased from existence he is free to try. MoSh says this guy should be erased right now so he can’t bother Asuka or Björk any longer. That makes me think of the song by Björk that comes to mind first, so I add that if he tries to get in he might just end up meeting an army of me. As I say that I form my right arm into an Alex Mercer blade. He doesn’t seem particularly bothered but laughs and disappears. MoSh, Asuka, and I go into the house that appears to be a run-down version of MoSh’s house in his inner world. I wonder if I should do something to fix the place up since Asuka said it’s not really MoSh’s inner world. I am looking around the house when MoSh says the zombie man is out front now. I wonder what this guy wants and I head to the front of the house to find him. I look out front and I see the zombie man out there. I think I should go out there and teach him a lesson he won’t soon forget even if his brain is rotting. I go out the front door but now he is gone, as is the whole neighborhood. I look around and now I am in a green meadow with no sign of the rundown house and neighborhood, no sign of MoSh or Asuka, no sign of the zombie. I look and see I still have Asuka’s flower in an energy orb, so that’s good… I am thinking of trying to get back to Asuka and MoSh but I wake up.
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