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    1. Messed up night

      by , Today at 03:15 PM (Break the code, break the node)
      This night was pretty weird, all my dreams were nightmares or were really weird. Mom also told me she had weird dreams.

      In a dream, I was in a house full of violent hobos who beat eachother and screamed, it was madness, and for some reason they made pizza.
      In another dream I was saving a cat from the ruins of a three leveled house, from the crumbles of the rooftop , I came back to this place , morphed into a puma or some kind of wildcat and jumped up to the highest level with ease.
      Tags: weird
      non-lucid , dream fragment , side notes
    2. The Dark Tower – The Final Drawing

      by , Yesterday at 05:35 AM (New Dream Adventures of Raven Knight)
      2017, 11-20

      The Dark Tower – The Final Drawing

      I am in a grassy area with a couple of other people I recognize. Roland Deschain, Eddie Dean, and Susanna Dean are all there. They seem surprised as if I have just appeared out of nowhere. I in a Dark Tower dream. I wonder if MoSh is around somewhere. I don’t see him. We are following a very old road. I see Susanna has learned to use her Witchblade legs well. She is walking with confidence. Eddie is walking beside her holding her arm, but it is not to help her keep balance. It’s because they are in love. We keep going and come to a grassy hill. There are stones standing around it. Roland says this is a speaking circle. He says there will be a demon there and it will be either male or female. He says if it is a female, he will have to keep it distracted while Eddie does what he has to do. He says if it’s male, then Detta Walker would be better suited to it… or me. He says he doesn’t know whether I would be able to deal with a demon or not. I tell him I can kick the demon’s ass. He says it’s not that simple. He says the demons only weakness is sex. He says that is both its strength and it weakness. I tell him that if the demon is a male I’ll rip his dick off and shove it so far up his ass that he’ll be giving himself a blowjob. Roland seems to think I’m not quite understanding correctly.

      We soon come to the circle. We enter into it, and Eddie takes out what looks like a sharp stick. I’m thinking that he is going to stake the demon through the heart as if it was a vampire. I blurt that I didn’t realize we were dealing with vampires. Then I can’t help but laugh. Roland thinks I’m losing it. Eddie goes over to a spot slightly up the side of the hill. He starts drawing in the ground. His stick is sharp enough to cut through the grass and into the dirt. Roland is insisting that the only way to keep the demon off of Eddie will be for one of us to have sex with it. I’m sitting there thinking there will be nothing gained by Eddie drawing pictures in the dirt while the rest of us fuck demons. I sense that there is something approaching. I wonder if it is the demon? We wait for a bit as Eddie draws. Something is approaching us from beyond the circle of stones. Many somethings. Was Roland wrong in thinking there is only one demon? Perhaps we will all have demons to fuck. But these are not demons, or not as far as I can tell. These are those cloaked things from earlier. It looks like masses of darkness concealed in cloaks. Shadow demons, though they are not actual demons.

      There are many of the cloaked figures. They are circling around the speaking circle. I wonder what they are doing here. I step out of the circle and ask one of them what they want here? The one that I spoke to says they want for Roland to turn ‘it’ over. I asked what ‘it’ is? The cloaked figure says Roland knows. I tell the cloaked figure I have something that I will give it… but it won’t like it. The figure says there are too many of them here, this time there is no way we can win. We should just hand over what they want or everyone here will face a fate far worse than death. Before I can answer this, Roland answers for me. He pulls out his gun and blows the thing’s head off. That seems surprisingly effective for something that looks like a shadow demon. I tell the next one I am in full agreement with Roland’s answer. If they don’t want to be destroyed they had better leave. The only response I get is a hollow laughter. I notice absently that it started pouring rain, but I am barely noticing the wet. It is time to kick some ass.

      The cloaked to figure had been right… There are too many of them. So I will even the odds a bit. Divide by Disturbed will have to do the trick. “I’m going to tear a big hole in what is to be, to end all this infatuation with unity. I’m seeking my salvation alone again, I never needed to be one if you anyway. Don’t want to be another player losing in this game, I’m trying to impress upon you that we’re not the same. My own individuality is so unique, I am one impressive motherfucker now wouldn’t you say?“ then with each repetition of the word divide in the chorus I split in two. So it goes from 2 to 4 to 8 to 16… “You might say that I’m the last one standing! And though you try you’ll never find a way to break me! You might say that I’m sick of being stuck in the crowd, I hear the sirens but they’re never going to take me!“ Now that there are 16 of me I form my right arm into an Alex Mercer blade. All of my duplicates do the same. We now have the entire speaking ring surrounded, and there’s no way the cloaked figures can approach Eddie, Roland, or Susanna. Then I hear Roland say the demon is coming as well. I’m a little busy though. Susanna says it is a male, then calls out to someone I can’t see that the pussy is over here. I kind of tuned him out for now. I remember they were able to handle the demon in the book, but these clocked figures aren’t supposed to be here. So all 16 of me start cutting down the cloaked figures where ever they stand.

      I take a glance over towards Eddie. He has completely drawn a door in the ground and is drawing a knob. The door knob becomes three-dimensional, and there is a keyhole. He sticks his wooden key in and tries to turn. It won’t budge. It looks like he’s about to freak out. It looks like Susanna is having some pretty wild sex. Although I think she may be the one in command of it. I can sense something on her that seems to be trying to pull away. Eddie pulls out a knife and makes a very delicate cut on the key. There are a couple more cloaked things left, and they seem to be trying to get away. I am thinking that this should not be allowed. Before they can get very far I use the tendrils of Alex Mercer to impale both of them and tear them apart. With all of the cloaked figures gone, all 16 of me merge back into one. Eddie has turned the key, and the door is opening. Roland pulls Susanna over near the door. He says that when he tells her, she should let go of the demon. I look through the door, and I see MoSh. He is coming up a hallway with a boy. That must be Jake. It looks like the house has come to life around them. There is a monster with several large holes in its face, and it looks pissed. It has a huge gaping mouth that looks like it’s ready to eat anything can get a hold of. That’s when Roland tells Susanna to let go of the demon. He tells MoSh to duck, and then he grabs something invisible from Susanna and throws it into the hallway. MoSh ducks down and the demon goes straight the monster’s gaping mouth.

      MoSh and Jake come up and out of the door. This point the door slams shut. And then it turns back into a drawing. The rain is quickly washing that drawing away. MoSh has been helping Jake along, and it looks like Jake got hurt somewhere. His leg is pretty messed up. It doesn’t look difficult to heal however. I focus healing energy through Jake’s leg. We are all getting hopelessly soaked. It is pouring rain, though this seems to be the first time I’ve noticed how wet I am. MoSh is wanting to know who the fuck these cloaked things are anyway? Maybe I should’ve kept one of them alive so that we could find something out from it… but dead shadow demons tell no tales. Maybe I’ll be able to keep that in mind next time. I’m feeling a little strange, right now I am wanting to get mad at Roland and tell him that he needs to open up another door so that I can get out of my prison. Whatever cause that reaction, I don’t know. But I don’t get to find out because everything fades and I wake up.
    3. Abstract dimensions

      by , 11-20-2017 at 09:50 AM
      Im viewing multiple rooms in multiple dimensions as something is passed from one to the next in a cycle. A machine swings its mechanical arm around in an arc to catch something in the next dimension, as it does my view switches to the next. I spend a lot of time trying to workout the process. Hmm next similarly abstract, I have some kind of food that will sustain me for an exact amount of time and I am trying to figure something out Oo.

      At a strange supermarket, I am chatting to the assistants when I see behind them a rocky outcrop/hillside. I go out for a walk around then decide to go jogging with my daughter, i'm very happy about this.
      Tags: abstract
    4. REM Rebound

      by , 11-19-2017 at 05:54 PM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Fell asleep at: 2:00 AM

      Woke up at: 5:00 AM

      Fell asleep again at: 6:00 AM

      Woke up AGAIN at: 10:00 AM

      Old Macdonald Had A Farm

      I remember I'm on the farm in my backyard. I'm sitting inside the fence that blocks the outside perimeter of the farm, yet in the waking world there's no fence to speak of. I think I remember taunting and messing with some of my friends and acquaintances inside the farm who, again, aren't even farmers and don't correlate to my real world understanding of them.

      I think I remember talking to a couple of my friends in the farm, but I'm drawing a blank. Then someone I know (Let's call her Carla) comes up to me and...sits on me. Uh huh. She's trying to sit down it seems, but she's really clumsy at doing so. I see up her shirt, and she's oddly chubby compared to real life.

      I scoot over so that she may sit down, and two more friends (An effeminate male named David and someone else I forgot) sit down with her. I don't bother talking with them, as I was... Well, too "flustered" to have a normal conversation after that.

      Damn Dirty Apes

      This dream I don't remember that well. It turns out I own a whole bunch of little monster things and I had to raise them akin to a pet. I hurriedly run around the house looking for something for them to eat, and I eventually find a book that covers just that.

      I open the book, it's a yellow hardcover book with instructions on how to raise those little cretins. As I read find the 'Creatures' Diet' page. Turns out they eat glitter. In disbelief, I read on, not fully convinced anything can eat glitter. As I do so however, one of the gorilla-like monsters escapes. I cower in fear, scared of the possibility of the ape coming back to, I don't know, kill me or something.

      I go to one of the windows and find an orangutan just chilling there. Suddenly it gets pulled away by a large black ape, and my panicked state increases ever more. I hide behind a couch by another set of windows. Suddenly the ape escapes the premises, and I read the cookbook again. The ingredients for monster food are as such:





      Mix these up and cook em' like a pancake and BAM! Monster food. Probably doesn't taste very good though.


      1. I had watched a lucid dreaming subliminal video not long before I went to sleep. So that might've had an effect on the vividness of these dreams or their premises in general.

      2. This is the first time I've been able to recall a dream in days, so progress i definitely being made.

      Updated 11-19-2017 at 06:01 PM by 93490

      non-lucid , side notes
    5. Drugs and fighting

      by , 11-19-2017 at 05:22 PM
      Hi everyone!

      I had a dream last night..!

      I had moved into a new area, it was on the wrong side of the city. I was a new member of a group, learning the ropes, and I had always be on guard. It was because people kept slapping drug patches on people's necks. You had less than a minute to remove them, or the drugs would kill you..!

      People were constantly trying to beat the other, so it was a case of trying to stay one step ahead of the others.
    6. Stopping Dam Construction

      by , 11-19-2017 at 12:27 PM
      Morning November 19, 2017. Sunday.

      In the first part of my dream, I walk out into a beautiful scene of sunlight and family in an area near a lake and forest. There is a focus on love and well-being. Over time, a situation comes into focus, though it is based on a fictional location of our home.

      As usual, my non-lucid dream self aka personified subconscious is completely clueless as to where I really live. Instead, my dream’s home is a cottage in a field that does not resemble our present home at all. The field is bordered by a forest beyond the backyard.

      I become annoyed at learning of a project that relates to a dam being built, which I feel will be too close to our home. It looks like they already started.

      In one scene, I find myself talking to someone in a park ranger outfit. He is this dream’s personified preconscious, Leo Wyatt (Brian Krause) as he appeared on “Charmed” (which I have not seen for years). He is sitting across the table from me in my fictional house. He tells me that the people building the dam are doing it illegally and are Greenpeace activists. He seems cheerful and jokes about their inability to do things correctly and thereby, they do more harm than good. He seems to be giving me permission to act in whatever way I choose to stop their activities from interfering with the state of my house.

      I go outside and cuss at an unfamiliar male and tip part of the supposed dam over onto the ground. It is not really a dam yet, just an object shaped like a rectangular prism, slightly reminiscent of a washing machine or oven (though of too ambiguous an appearance to discern as either). I notice several unfamiliar people in the area, both male and female, all in their twenties. One unknown male is carrying several faux wooden rifles that have only the basic shape of a rifle. I am wondering what the point is of having such an object as it neither looks like a real weapon or could be used as one, even though it seems it will be their way of “fighting”. Eventually, it looks like the flowing of the water or the dam structure will not reach where our home is and I wake.

      Dreams have clear core meanings relating to the nature of being unconscious and achieving consciousness, though based on the level of unconsciousness and the particular time within the sleeping period. This dream is virtually the opposite in implication (if one were to pretend to “interpret” it rather than grasping its actual meaning) as another dream of this same sleeping period.

      The flow of water relates directly to the dynamics of sleep (based biologically on the glymphatic system) and the particular timing of the sleep cycle and how relaxed one is, including how relaxed their physical body is while sleeping - evidenced by the fact that most recorded sleeping aids utilize the sounds of water, from oceans to rivers to waterfalls. A dam relates to slightly restless sleep, but it is mainly about water lowering waking symbolism (extremely common, at least once per sleeping period for me for over fifty years).

      So why did I cheerfully create a dam in “A Shallow Stream’s Dam”, also of today’s date, while “knocking over” another dam in this dream? In both dreams, the preconscious was atypically cheerful, though in that dream, there was an attempt at reinduction (that is, to sustain and deepen my dream state), though my act of creating the dam curiously caused the water to lower on both sides of it (rather than increase the essence of water on one side, to deepen my sleep) and eventually led me into the link to return flight waking symbolism (the giant duck’s footprint that had created a pond linked to the stream). In this dream, the water lowering waking symbolism is of the same implication, yet occurs by preventing the dam being completed near my (fictional) house and there is no discernible stream to begin with, just pieces of the dam lying about in the clearing. Although this might be considered an aggressive act, my subliminal realization of this waking symbolism is what caused the rifles held by the other dream character to not be “real”, as a “real” rifle would be a more dominant rendering of RAS (reticular activating system, the biological function that mediates sleeping and waking and level of awareness), but because I had already subliminally stopped reinduction in this dream (that is, not lengthened my dream or deepened or sustained my level of unconsciousness), no “real” weapon was needed to truncate or alter the dream state as a wake-up alert. In simple summary the other dream reveals, “I would like to sleep longer” while this later dream (in the same sleeping period) reveals, “I do not need to sleep any longer and am ready to get up for the day”. The fake wooden rifles also represent the softer awakening, that is, without a hypnopompic kick or other spontaneous muscular waking trigger.

    7. Lions n sht

      by , 11-19-2017 at 11:06 AM (Break the code, break the node)
      I was lost in china? on an abandoned train station.There was sand. There were lions playing with eachother. I was pretty scared ,I tried to keep a low profile. A lion came up to me ,it seemed to be friendly, I have pet him , he was really fluffy and all that.

      Updated 11-19-2017 at 11:19 AM by 92016

      Tags: fragment, lion
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    8. A Bee in my Ear

      by , 11-19-2017 at 07:49 AM
      Morning of November 19, 2017. Sunday.

      There is a dream scenario related to John-Boy Walton, though it is too modern to relate directly to “The Waltons” in a logical sense. It has something to do with him having a book on bondage and other adult content.

      In an unrelated offset sequence, I have to get a bee out of my left ear. I tilt my head to the left and even tap the right side of my head and shake my head a little (even though, of course, the dream self does not have a physical head). Over time, the bee eventually comes out and I wake as soon as it does. It does not bother me that much as I know the process of getting it out is working.

      The first part of my dream likely relates to our oldest son (although John-Boy has appeared in a number of my dreams since I first saw “The Homecoming”). The “adult content” and “bondage” is likely more about his now being an adult and working as there were no clearer graphic adult implications.

      The rest of my dream is typical waking symbolism though unique as always and more defined than usual. There is the usual flight symbol that represents the return to wakefulness after being unconscious. A buzzing insect typically relates to increasing neural energy upon becoming more aware of the state of consciousness. This all relates more specifically to inner ear dynamics (and that which causes partial unconsciousness or dizziness in some cases) and RAS (Reticular Activating System). Another dream, “Ear or Wing?”, from July 5, 2016, had identical meaning, though in that dream, a sketchy image of a left ear becomes more like the sketchy image of a bird’s wing.

      Tags: bee, ear
    9. A Shallow Stream’s Dam

      by , 11-19-2017 at 04:16 AM
      Morning of November 19, 2017. Sunday.

      Despite the rainstorm inside our house after the roof was torn off in real life, water induction remains the main dynamic of dream state initiation for me. Dams typically relate to a less restful (and less deeper) sleep though, and water lowering over time symbolizes the waking transition (with shallow water representing being closer to wakefulness).

      I am wading through a shallow stream (along its course) and there are two unknown people, a male and a female, on the bank at one point. The water is probably only up to my knees. The situation is vivid and peaceful. There is the idea that the unknown male is going to make a dam. At least he suggests one, though I am the one to create it for him.

      He says that he will use about ten to fifteen trees to make the dam and the female is seemingly annoyed by this. The concern is related to a loss of trees in the dense forest on either side of the stream. I consider her concern, but there does seem to be plenty of trees around.

      I create the dam by mentally tapping each tree (without viable lucidity, only the typical subliminal lucidity where I do not know I am dreaming but still control the dynamics of the dream state), which for a time, only seems about as big as a pencil as it falls across the stream.

      After this, I notice the water lowering to where it is only about as high as my toes, though this is seen on both sides of the log dam, which puzzles me. How could water lower on both sides of a dam? I mentally step over the dam and continue to follow the stream’s course to a small pond.

      “This is a shallow reservoir,” says the other male.

      I notice a very large footprint that is about the length of a car. It is facing back towards the stream. This footprint is what had created the pond, though there is only the one footprint (which of course is unlikely, though my dream self does not rationalize as such). I first consider that it is a footprint of a tyrannosaurus. Looking more closely, I report to the others that it was made by a giant duck. There is no sense of danger. In fact, I perceive most of the imagery in this dream as beautiful.

      The concept of return flight waking symbolism (in this case, the presumed giant footprint of a duck in a combined link with the water lowering waking symbolism) is a very common major component of my dreams and has been since early childhood (in fact, over one in five dreams - meaning it has occurred at least once each day for over fifty years, but always with unique dynamics and scenarios). This is how I know, beyond any doubt, that “interpretation” (as the word is popularly misused) is not a valid concept and that such symbolism (and dream state indicators) is typically relative only to the dream self, specific level of unconsciousness, and the dream state, not real life (unless either literally prescient or deliberately scripted or otherwise willed by the conscious self identity).

      Because of my slightly restless sleep, there was one other dream featuring a dam on this day, but with completely different dynamics and a more dominant preconscious.

      Tags: dam, footprint, stream
    10. nothing much

      by , 11-18-2017 at 05:20 PM
      In an apartment it appears to be xmas time and my daughter is up and about. I look out the window and below I can see many alley ways. I magic a gameboard that goes zipping out of the window. I go down and nose around but I come across some people up ahead who are in a modern style tent, they are huddled together dealing drugs.

      note: i'm thinking of going back to viewing images in my minds eye, as they are always far more interesting than my dreams.
      Tags: white house
    11. More PAYDAY 2, Trying more drugs & New Threat Arises

      by , 11-17-2017 at 10:09 PM (Ereos)
      I was playing PAYDAY 2 on the first Firestarter map at the airport, I was doing rather well but at some point we get surrounded by plenty of cops.


      I was outside just walking around in Monroe with a friend, it was dusk and soon to be night.
      Suddenly he tells me to wait where I am because he's going to get "something" for us both. Meanwhile I just actually sat down there, in the middle of the sidewalk and I started comtemplating the environment around me and meditating a little bit.
      I notice that my friend is actually talking to some dudes on a bike and they give him something.

      My friend comes back and asks me what I was doing on the floor, I told him that I was just meditating a little bit and then he gives me a pink pill.
      "What's that?" I asked.
      "That is MDMA." he told me.
      Without much questions nor worry I put the pill inside my mouth but also ask: "Is it okay to bite it and chew it?" and he told me that it's fine, so I did that a little bit just so I can swallow the whole thing properly.

      Then after 5 minutes or so I just go ahead and walk around Monroe more and it's pitch-black night at this point, with only the city lights lighting up a little bit.
      My mom comes in and tells me to follow her because she wants to show me something. We get to the western limit of Monroe, there is barely any light anymore but she tells me to be careful of that thing over "there" as she points north-west, however it's pitch-black where she points and I don't see anything.


      I was in Gemili near the video game section and I was talking with a friend on how to cheat on a game he was about to buy.
      But then one of our very very old teachers shows up and is all like: "Yes...what were you talking about?...Continue..." but we completely switch topic to distract her so that she gets away and we can talk about the real deal.
      After 30 seconds or so she is gone and then my friend and I just head right into another section near the video game section, I even walk over some shelves and stands for some reason, as if we didn't attract enough attention already, I notice one of those security guards but he didn't notice me.


      I was walking around in the city that looks like the New York/Shanghai hybrid, the one east to the Capital, it's day as well.
      Everything seems alright until suddenly there is a bunch of dust just pouring out from one of the streets, then there is a huge explosion at the base of one of the buildings next to it, chaos ensues, civilians scream around in terror and run away.

      Then all the glass of huge skyscraper next to us just shatters, I notice in the middle of the street among the crowd of panicking people a baby/very small child just kinda lost, but those glass shatters were about to fall, and that was going to hurt, I quickly run towards the small child, and throw myself towards him, grab him and slide on the floor right under a safe area.
      Plenty of glass just falls on the road, it's really a lot and it keeps going like that for possibly 10 seconds.

      *slight fuzziness*

      It's getting night now and we're getting out of the city in a car, we're all kinda shocked at how messed up the situation was and rant about it for the whole trip.
      We were going on a rather calm but bumpy road however and I was just in the backseat saying nothing, as if I just had PTSD or something.
      non-lucid , memorable
    12. Dream - Never Mess With A Dream Guide

      by , 11-17-2017 at 01:29 PM
      Date of Dream: FRI 17 NOV

      Dream No. 228 - Never Mess With A Dream Guide

      The dream took place in my current house. Something was happening in the bathroom. Each member of the family had a go at subtly trying to torture me. I forgot what my mum and brother did but I accepted neither one's antics. I can clearly remember though what my dad was attempting to do. He had a coffee cup with like 1000 degrees celsius water in there and he wanted me to press my lips on the cup. I kept refusing but he kept convincing me to do it. For some reason, his requests were harder to avoid... So I thought to get Dreamy WB's opinion on the matter.

      I stepped just outside the bathroom and started calling her. The dream was making it difficult to project my voice, as I battled it always tapering out. At one point, I could see my dad inside the bathroom, looking at me like why haven't I put my lips on the cup yet? I changed my calling to “Dream Guide”. The rest of the calling ceremony was comprised of a combination of “Dreamy WB”, “Dream Guide” and other phrases to emphasize the intention.

      It took a while but Dreamy WB eventually, casually walked in from the stairs, like she had let herself into the house. Her appearance was the sprouting afro with the black pencil dress. She then followed me into the bathroom while I quickly and quietly told her what was going on. I ended up asking her to try the cup for me. I think my dad heard me as he said he wanted me to do it. He then goes to me in this creepy sounding voice, “The cup, it's calling to you” (it felt a bit like Coraline there).

      Still, it was Dreamy WB who approached it and boy did she react to the cup badly. Since I couldn't see past her afro, I looked at what she was doing through the mirror. As soon as one of her lip hairs was on the cup, her head went flying backwards and her eyes were so big. She did not take my dad's cup stunt lightly. She was full on lecturing him, telling him to “stop his nonsense” and she wasn't afraid to call him by his first name either.

      After that, there was no one in the bathroom except Dreamy WB and myself. There was then a stool set up in the middle, just in front of the basin. Dreamy WB was sitting on it and she invited me to hop up. Once I climbed up on her, she gave me a big hug. I was just resting on her in silence for a fair few minutes while she bounced me up and down on her knee, clutching me close to her body with her arms.

      Eventually, a stranger came into the bathroom and told us that one of us had to leave. I said that I would leave as I didn't want to lose Dreamy WB on return. He questioned my idea but I told him “I can perform my recital elsewhere, it's not just confined to the bathroom”. I soon came back and it was just me and Dreamy WB in the bathroom again. Once again, I climbed up onto her and spent the rest of the dream just resting on her, contemplating life.

      Dream Trophies Achieved:
      - None

      Hugs Received From Dreamy WB: 13
      Hugs Received From WB: 3
      I've Been Saved From Nightmares How Many Times?: 0
      I've Been Saved From General Dream Disasters How Many Times?: 20
      Mum's Been Saved/Helped How Many Times?: 3
      Dad's Been Saved/Helped How Many Times?: 0
      Brother's Been Saved/Helped How Many Times?: 1
      Grandma's Been Saved/Helped How Many Times?: 0

      I think some aspects of this dream resemble Dream No. 86, the parents causing mischief. The difference is that in Dream No. 86, Dreamy WB didn't directly deal with the parents whereas in this dream, she did.

      Updated 11-20-2017 at 06:06 AM by 93119

      non-lucid , memorable
    13. Dream - The Impossible Plaza

      by , 11-17-2017 at 01:18 PM
      Date of Dream: TUE 14 NOV - 2017

      Dream No. 227 - The Impossible Plaza

      I don't remember what happened at the start of the dream. From where I do remember, my mum and I were going to Chisholm Institute for something. We passed a train station and one of the staff started yelling at us because we didn't have our Chisholm fare card. I told them that they only provide services to the Lonsdale Street Campus and that we wanted to go to the Stud Road campus. They still kept yelling at me and so I had to repeat myself many times.

      We eventually walked off and my mum decided that she wanted to do to Dandenong Plaza. I saw the plaza in the distance and thought I knew how to get there. My mum and I would jump over these wire fences that would get higher and higher as we went further on. Eventually, we lost sight of the plaza and my mum was going to give up. We saw a random 60km speed sign placed in the grass... My mum said we'd make a turn at the 60km sign.

      We ended up at some random place with all these beds in it. I now had the idea to summon Dreamy WB to help us get to the plaza. At first, I said “Dreamy WB, help us!” but then when my mum was near, I instantly changed my calling chant to “dream guide, help us!”. As usually, I kept calling out for her until was confident that she heard me. Eventually, I couldn't see my mum anymore, I was by myself again.

      I saw Dreamy WB around a corner, in a small, elegantly decorated room. Her hair was tied back into a low frizzy pigtail with her stand out item of clothing being a blue jumper. When I approached her, she ended up giving a really long, hard hug. I told her we had to find my mum and I also told her to take my mum's handbag. It looked strange seeing my mum's handbag swung around her but I thought she'd carry it more effectively than me. Part way through, I realise my mum is back at the original place, so I tell Dreamy WB to hurry back. That's all I can remember for this dream.

      Dream Trophies Achieved:

      - None

      Hugs Received From Dreamy WB: 12
      Hugs Received From WB: 3
      I've Been Saved From Nightmares How Many Times?: 0
      I've Been Saved From General Dream Disasters How Many Times?: 19
      Mum's Been Saved/Helped How Many Times?: 3
      Dad's Been Saved/Helped How Many Times?: 0
      Brother's Been Saved/Helped How Many Times?: 1
      Grandma's Been Saved/Helped How Many Times?: 0

      Updated 11-20-2017 at 06:07 AM by 93119

      non-lucid , memorable
    14. Dream - Motion Manipulation

      by , 11-17-2017 at 01:12 PM
      Date of Dream: MON 13 NOV - 2017

      Dream No. 226 - Motion Manipulation

      I don't remember much about this dream. From where I can remember, I was using some sort of power to help people get up onto a very high ledge in this large room. Then after that, I strangely turned the very top of my head into a tree, with branches sprouting out from my hair. I am in MYER and that's where I see WB. I told her about everything I did to help the people reach the ledge and for once, she sounded very interested. About half way through the conversation, Ms Au. comes along and tries to lead WB away from me. WB ends up coming back though as she wants to hear the rest of my story.

      There is then a segment in the dream where I hear that TH is living in Dandenong for a few days. I tell my mum that I want to see him while he's still there. I don't remember anything else about this dream.

      Dream Trophies Achieved:

      - None

      Hugs Received From Dreamy WB: 11
      Hugs Received From WB: 3
      I've Been Saved From Nightmares How Many Times?: 0
      I've Been Saved From General Dream Disasters How Many Times?: 18
      Mum's Been Saved/Helped How Many Times?: 2
      Dad's Been Saved/Helped How Many Times?: 0
      Brother's Been Saved/Helped How Many Times?: 1
      Grandma's Been Saved/Helped How Many Times?: 0

      Updated 11-20-2017 at 06:07 AM by 93119

    15. Dream - The Class Runaway

      by , 11-17-2017 at 01:08 PM
      Date of Dream: SAT 11 NOV - 2017

      Dream No. 225 - The Class Runaway

      The first scene that I can remember to place in the Killester music rooms. The 2016 music class was repeating itself. WB was saying something to me and I can only remember what she said at the end. It was something along the lines of “just like an accountant”. I thought, how can she make a reference to accounting when she can't even do the subject? I then realised she was actually making a reference towards me directly. I can't remember the rest of the scene.

      I was then outside in the front yard of my old house and was thinking about the Internal Controls class that was about to start soon. It was being taught in my sitting room! I always looked through the window but never came to the class. I was aware that we were in week 5 of the term and after that, there were two classes left... So I didn't care about my attendance rates anymore.

      I went to the side of the house where there was plenty of trees and shade. There ended up being two chairs placed on the grass. Just as I took a seat on one of them, this middle-aged Asian man appeared on the chair next to me. For some unknown reason, I felt awkward with that guy next to me. I ended up saying to him, something like, “ah sorry but I'd rather prefer it if my dream guide was here”.

      The guy then faded out of sight and not long after, Dreamy WB came into sight on the same place. I then asked her if she could help me. She agreed and hugged me from the side, massaging me to try and take away my current stress. I can't remember what happened after that.

      Dream Trophies Achieved:

      - None

      Hugs Received From Dreamy WB: 11
      Hugs Received From WB: 3
      I've Been Saved From Nightmares How Many Times?: 0
      I've Been Saved From General Dream Disasters How Many Times?: 18
      Mum's Been Saved/Helped How Many Times?: 2
      Dad's Been Saved/Helped How Many Times?: 0
      Brother's Been Saved/Helped How Many Times?: 1
      Grandma's Been Saved/Helped How Many Times?: 0
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