Trying to get back into a more regular pattern of writing down my dreams again. I found that is the best way to remember them and have nights with a lot of lucid dreaming. In a house with wood paneling, kind of old, but mansion like. I am being told that I have to leave, but when I go back to get out, the rooms have changed. I realize that I am dreaming and try sneaking around the house to get where the people in charge are trying to keep me from. For some reason I think that I have left a room that had something more interesting. I walk into a room finally that is larger and there are a bunch of people working at desks. Dream starts to fade, probably some light sleep paralysis. At the edge of a swamp and I see a dark figure (typical dream sign of mine) on the other side. I realize I am dreaming and try to fly over to confront it, but the dream starts to fall apart as I am heading towards it and I end up conscious in darkness for a bit, but have body sensations. I am walking with some people down a road and nose check and realize I am dreaming. There is a fuzzyness that I want to get rid of so I scream "vivid" a couple of times which seems to help for awhile. The others are looking at me weird until I tell them "it's cool, I am dreaming". I don't really remember much after that.
I enter a small, square, low-ceiling plywood structure that looks like it had been through a fire. Inside, some sort of recruitment session is taking place for a Satanist cult, led by a woman of about 50 with me and three others in attendance. The woman tells me she can answer any question I have about my future, as long as I join the cult. I don't want to be indebted to her, but I am concerned about my parents for some reason so I ask her if they are going to be okay. She tells me that in 3 years my dad will be in jail, wrongly convicted by a judge who is presiding drunk over his trial, and that in 2 years my mom will be dead. In exchange for this information, I join the others in injecting cortisol into our palms, and am told that we all must return here every day at 4pm for additional injections. I don't intend to follow through, but when 4pm approaches the following day I begin to feel nervous, as though I am being watched. I navigate a cluster of buildings, hiding behind walls as I go. I come across a television, on which I see a live news shot of a courtroom, with one of my fellow recruits among the jury. I feel relieved for him, since I know that he is in a safe place where he won't be forced to return to the cult. Then the leader appears next to him, smiling evilly, and the screen goes blank. She has come for him, and I know she will be coming for me next.
So me and my team were on some secret ops mission against these guys before someone's wedding. We wer all shouting each other across a grassy field. I had a crappy pistol and everyone else had stronger weapons. I tooik cover behind a small stone wall. All the sudden everyone just stopped shooting each other. I was worried because I still had a live bullet in the gun. Anyway, they decided we would do some cave jumping next. I was selected to lead some team to the top of the cave. I had a vague understanding of the rules. Turns out we were supposed to not race to top but prevent other teams from getting their. My team lost. But then it didn't even matter cause we were all stuck at the top of this huge waterfalll inside the cave. Now it was every man ofr himself. Back at the house the groom was making the contestants preform sexual favors on him. I was next in line but when I somehow ended up there he was really high on drugs and I think had passed out. Before all this my dad and I were playing what I thought was super smash Merle. But the characters were all weird. There was like a garbage man as one of the characters.
I have five fingers, but something isn't quite right. I look at my watch and I can make no sense of it! I look out of the dark retreat and see the moon shining brightly. I remember the Task of The Month and try to turn it blue. At first takes on a purple tint, but eventually it turns a stunning iridescent blue. I fly out the window.
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I was sleeping over at my dad's place and had brought my birds over but I couldn't find them or their cage anywhere. This worried and angered me that I began shouting where they were as I moved through the people around the house. Thankfully I managed to find them but by mistake as I was moving them I dropped the cage and it broke, letting my birds fly around. This made me so angry and frustrated that I hit the broken cage and began screaming how I hated what was happening. Fast forward and I'm in a classroom where my old art history teacher is trying to get the students to settle down. We all apparently had unique powers and were about to be assigned our jobs or positions. As we waited though two girls began arguing about their seating and what one said about the other. I tried to calm them down because I had saw what had happened and felt there was no hard feelings, just a concerned friend. But I was told that I wasn't able to understand the situation and I think I was insulted. This made me want to speak Japanese words to taunt her without her understanding but instead I just said "Hontou?" and something else easy to say. Which was kind of embarrassing but no one made fun of me because of it or laughed. I guess I was trying to be silly too. When you understand more than one language you tend to want to use what you know too. Anyways, somehow I managed to get them to stop the fight than walked up to a guy student who was assisting the teacher when he called me. I was told something than recall watching him give leader papers for a goddess role who had an important position to lead the members to victory. I walked away quickly unsure if he would hand me one or if I was even right for it. As I walked back to my back seat I saw him approach a taller girl with black hair and hand her a paper. She wasn't sure if she was right either but agreed to give it a try. My old art teacher than told the class to move to seats closer to the front. I walked to the third row and sat in a seat where another guy sat one seat across from me to my left. He shook the desk quite a bit and I was wondering why. Than the teacher said that we were suppose to get into partners and take our papers out. I couldn't find my paper but as I open a book I saw the name was "Dust" and felt that was the name of the guy kind of next to me, who shook the desk and was supposed to be my partner. "He reminds me a bit of Dawn"I thought than got up when called to go into the battle area."I don't usually play these games with guns, its usually my brother, but ill give it a try". I than went up to the guns on the pink rack and was looking for a sniper so I could hide and not be out in the open. But quickly Dust ran up to me and asked if he could fill in for me. That he knew what he would do to help us win. But I said "I wanna try but you can help" I than was going to run in a corner but felt it was a bad idea. Dust than told me to follow him and I kind of did but than went and jumped a pink board fence and ran down a pair of stairs where a group of FNAF like girl nurse character were. "I don't play FNAF! Why did they have to put them in this game!"After running up I saw the boyfriend or second art history teacher guy who asked me to go back. "Ok, but how did you know i was here?"I asked. "Uh,I wasnt so sure but i had a feeling i saw you run in this direction" he replied. "Oh okay". I than walked back and saw the class over the pink board fence in a classroom. I tried jumping over it but lost the energy to do it knowing I was late. As I hanged on the fence my old art history teacher walked close and opened the fence for me. "Thanks". She told me not to worry about it than asked the other teacher who apparently was her boyfriend "Did I leave my papers in the butter jar?". She asked if he could get it at the house. I didn't question it and watched as they talked. Woke up after that. Note:I had another dream before this one where my old best friend was. Shes popping up a lot lately. : I
The dream started out with me trying to use the bathroom, but me teleporting into my younger sister's room instead. <-almost became lucid here because of (LOGIC). [Scene Change] I start out as me, although apparently with a perception filter, because to others, I was a wolf. A cutscene triggers, and it goes like this: 1. A wolf gets chased by an unfriendly “domestic” guard dog (wasn’t even the right breed). This guard dog looked like a fully-grown bernese mountain dog, but with white as the main color. 2. The wolf leads the dog onto some train tracks. (did I mention it was early morning here?) 3. There is a train incoming. 4. The wolf runs off the track with the dog to follow, but goes through tall grass, and doubles back to the tracks, and crosses them just barely before the train passes. 5. As a result, the wolf gets away, and the dog trots south along the train, after it has stopped. The train itself had all blue containers. [Slight Scene Change] I was trying to find a vehicle to drive and get out of here. I found a cross between a red lawnmower and a track. I then found the keys, put them into the ignition, and tried to make some sense out of all this. Instead, the vehicle turned all lawnmower and no truck, so it began to mow anything and everything in its path. Trying to avoid everything other than grass, I looked for something that would disable the blades, so I could drive this thing out of here. Instead, I caused quite a bit of damage to some plants outside a farm house. Because of this, I ditched the vehicle. [Minor Time Skip] It was a few minutes later, and 2 people had woken up. The father and his daughter. My uncle was there too. We were inside the house, as the father ate some breakfast, while the daughter and my uncle surveyed some damage on the kitchen counter (which, apparently, I dealt, but nobody knows that). Looking out the window, I saw the plants I had destroyed. I knew that I had to get out of here. Luckily, just then, I had my opportunity, as the father left the house on the south side (plants were on the north) to go to a building to the south. I then casually left as to not raise suspicion. Then, I woke up.
I am a spartan (Like from Halo). I am in this war screen where I can select a mission and I select one at random; not being given any actual information about what the mission entails. When I arrive at the mission I am in an abandoned city and it is snowing. Small children start coming out of the derelict buildings. Some have small guns, others have sharp objects. One kid has a baseball bat with nails in it. I take him to be the leader. They start attacking me and draining my shield; but I decide that I'm not killing children so I run into a corner and throw a grenade at the ground to kill myself. The grenade explodes but doesn't kill me. I go flying comically high and land in a forested park just a few blocks from where I was. I see some kind of fight between two battle mechs and escape in a banshee. I get assigned to another mission. This time, I must go with Noble team from Halo Reach. Though this time I don't think all the characters are there. The mission starts with Emile sitting on the toilet and I walked in on him by accident. When I did he said "Do you mind, I'm attempting to deliver an explosive payload?" Kat, Carter and Jun then said we had to get going. We walked through a soccer field then some forests, then stole a small motorboat and crossed a large lake. We then got onto a military transport and started driving towards our destination. I remember getting annoyed and yelling to the rest of the team and saying that I was going to give the game a bad review for not having any real action sequences in it. -+- My mom wanted to give me a half birthday present. One of her friends was here and had a video recorder. She showed me medium-sized pyramid of presents in the driveway sitting on a blanket on a card table. I opened one of the presents and it was a carton of 36 strange looking oblong eggs. They then began shaking and bouncing everywhere and one of them flew in my face and exploded into yellow-green goo that smelled really bad. My mom wouldn't explain it and was just laughing while her friend looked at the recording.
From teleporting up tall buildings and finding a penny maker. To flying around a schoolyard with an old girlfriend from childhood. To fighting zombies with that same girl. To reading and old notebook from a locker full of books you've read before. To being back on your old football team....So many non-lucid adventures. All I did was set an alarm every 20 minutes after I completed my WBTB/meditation period. Wake up to alarm, turn it off, set it 20 minutes ahead, fall asleep again. DEILD basically. This surfing in and out of the dream state via this alarm allowed me to have some very adventurous dreams. Why 20 minutes? Because I will never have nor remember a 3 hour long lucid dream. My lucid dreams have been at most 10 minutes long. And that was one time a while back. Instead, I'll divide that 3 hours into small chunks of dreaming. So 1) I can practice my induction technique more times instead of once 2) If I go into a non-lucid dream or lose lucidity, I know my alarm will wake me up so I can try again. 3) If I am lucid, like I stated before, I'm not going to have or remember a dream longer than 10-20 minutes anyway. I can't wait to continue my journey as an oneironaut!
Morning of July 29, 2017. Saturday. [I am within my dream state, unaware of being asleep, yet with most of my conscious self identity extant. Still, towards the higher end of REM, my neural energies begin to grow. I associate them with plants, just as nerve roots seem analogous to the roots of plants. The play on “garden bed” also seems present.] My wife Zsuzsanna remains to my left as I explore an area of our garden that I had somehow not been aware of until this moment. There are two rows of unknown plants, about nine clusters in each row, that are about two feet in height at the most. Over time, Zsuzsanna tells me about the flowers on them after I first assume them to be some sort of vegetable. [My wife is also to my left as we sleep. The patterns of my neural energies are not consistent within the dream state. This is the biological nature of sleeping and dreaming. Some newly activate and grow symbolically like a plant; symbolism of which I validated in the 1980s; some cease to be viable.] Around the area of where the fifth group of plants are in the row on my side from my left, I notice a few clusters that are wilted and almost horizontal to the ground, leaning to the right. I feel annoyed and I consider that the seeds had been too close together when sprouting. [Critical thinking skills are mainly nonexistent in the dream state. Such neural patterns would bring too much clarity to remain in the dream state. Still - I consider a different way that my neural patterns could be more viable in analogy. The vague oscillations of neural energy that I become aware of manifest as Christmas beetles that the plants are actually growing from within the flowers, insects being a more tangible form of a specific pattern of consciousness than water, yet closer to neural energies that would initiate waking. I do not think it strange that a Christmas bell plant would grow a Christmas beetle, or more specifically, one from each stamen. Each stamen symbolizes each dendrite in my physical mind in real time.] I see Christmas beetles emerging from the downwardly oriented flowers, these beetles having directly grown from the plants. There are eventually more and more of them. I have no sense of wariness or unpleasantness. In fact, I think I might like to keep them because of their beauty. [My dream self teleports and is now within our house mostly as it is now, though with minor variations in size and layout. I do not immediately realize that having so many Christmas beetles in the house might prove to be problematic. Too many neural energies brought deeper into the residence of my dream would expand into the waking stage.] At first, I enjoy having all these Christmas beetles in the house as I watch them in our kitchen and lounge room. However, something in the back of my mind makes me realize that it is not so good an idea. For one thing, they start to buzz, yet the real issue relates to their ability to crawl into anything and everything and spread into various possessions. This is something that I start to consider is not really what I want. [I have decided that I do not want all of these neural energies within this level of consciousness as it will surely bring about the ascent into whole consciousness if I keep them inside. I consider gathering them up and putting them outside. My dream fades fairly quickly.] My wife Zsuzsanna, in real life, not that long after my dream, brings attention to some Christmas bell plants I had no idea about. There was no prompt from me, and no way of knowing what had been on her mind previously. This follows the general rule that at least one dream per sleep cycle renders material from her essence and her mind.
2:00am-9:26am July 28 Rising up against a school that spanks children as a punishment. Grandma's home, garage has free amazon gift cards. Admiring girl's throat, not a vampire but in relation to it. bird drops little fox, I take care of it and slowly it learns to be gentle and grows big as my pet. Current home
Morning of July 29, 2017. Saturday. I am in an unfamiliar house but which eventually takes on at least one feature of our present home in reality; the back porch. Zsuzsanna seems to be present at times, though the characters change in unlikely ways. The clearest segment is when Leonard, the friendly pinhead I knew on King Street (who I had not seen since 1990), is seated to my right on a couch and an unknown female (of perhaps about twenty years of age) is sitting to my left. It seems the female may be looking after Leonard, who may be about thirty in this situation. She seems to be referring to him as a “shingle”. Over time, I notice he is crying, especially as I ask him, “Remember when I used to call you Leonard?” Apparently, people do not usually call him by name. Eventually, my dream’s characters transform without me paying any attention to the change. The unknown female seems to again be more like Zsuzsanna, yet “Leonard” is now my fictional son. He is possibly about twenty years old (even though he was an older Leonard - who did look like Leonard - just moments before). He does not look anything like Leonard now and he does not resemble any of my sons, either. My “son” punches the wall at about elbow level. It makes a crack that goes all the way up to the ceiling but the wall is not dented. He then punches the wall higher up, which then does make a deep dent as pieces of the wall fall out, but there is not as much of an upward crack this time. I yell at him to stop and he moves to punch me in my right shoulder as I lie back onto the couch. I do not feel any pain. I do not really feel like hitting him or yelling again. Finally, I say, “If you want to hit something, go out and hit the boxing bag”. I motion my right hand towards the back of the house. I soon look out through a (fictional) window and see him boxing. (The punching bag setup is of the same appearance as in reality.) He comes back in and again sits on my right. I notice that he is having some difficulty with a pair of boxing gloves. I see that he is trying to put on a boxing glove over his right hand though he is already wearing a half finger cycle glove on that hand. I ask him if he would like to take boxing lessons at a paid venue and he nods and seems happy. He gets up to leave with the female and I realize or “remember” he is simple-minded. His body is of an unusual shape, somewhat like with an elongated beer belly. (I do not drink beer and I do not know anyone who drinks.) I think about how they might be at risk in a parking lot by not knowing how to react to ordinary people who approach them. Reverse engineering my dream in real time: My dream self is subliminally aware of being asleep, though there is no viable lucidity. Our bed transmutes into being perceived as a couch by my dream self. Zsuzsanna is still on my left as in reality as we sleep. My viable neural energies decrease and she is an unfamiliar female.Leonard appears to my right as a part of potential dream exit symbolism and the preconscious precursor. He is called a “shingle”, which is related to roof symbolism, which relates directly to the level of consciousness between the higher preconscious and the lower emergent consciousness. (There may also be an additional layer that distorts “single” as a play on coalescence waking symbolism.)Leonard is now my fictional “son” and no longer looks like Leonard or like any of my sons. In fact, he is my emergent consciousness atypically “trapped” within the preconscious form. This is why he punches the wall, which represents the divisions within levels of consciousness in real time.I move back on the couch to subliminally mimic my sleeping position in bed as he hits me on the right shoulder, which is a metaphor for activating the waking prompt (while patting someone on the back near the left shoulder would be a subliminal attempt at reinduction).For whatever reason, there is sustained neural activity and I “remember” (though I am still not lucid) that a porch is a common waking transition of liminal space where conflict sometimes occurs to initiate waking (though this is more often with a front porch). Still, it is a rather odd limited thread of increasing awareness, as I still have no knowledge of where I actually live (or much other viable memory yet) other than the boxing bag’s location and appearance.I offer to pay for boxing lessons for the preconscious after noticing he is trying to put on boxing gloves yet also already has half finger cycle gloves on, those of which relate to preparatory dream exit symbolism (as a bicycle symbolizes increasing neural energies in real time, associated with the same leg movements as walking up a staircase, which is also related to the emergent consciousness).Finally, my dream fades with association with a larger form of liminal space, the parking lot, and I become vaguely aware that these dream characters are not real and so naturally are simple-minded, facing problems in integration with the real world.
Key: Side Notes (Side Notes) Title Dream Lucid Soul Stealer Maggie fell ill at Alexandria mysteriously, me and some other people went on a trip. I remember there was something about dark clouds, red sky and lightning. When we got back someone asked "How's Maggie?" A tall guy looked at Glenn and told him "You did it your self?" out of curiousity. Glenn was looking down at the ground. A black woman who looks like Mammy Two Shoes from Tom and Jerry comes out and stabs herself. People looked on in confusion, why would she do that? She became a ghost and went down to where Maggie was and stole Maggie's soul, Maggie did try to go back to her body but it was difficult. Her body was declared dead. Me-Mow-Rue where are you? I was at School at some kind of party, I don't remember much about the party. Later, my Website Design Teacher (He shows up alot in my dreams, weird) told us we have to move to a computer lab. We're at a computer lab and apparently we were taking the 'MCAs', the MCA had weird questions like: what is your favorite FFXV games? We had to watch a video that would help us answer these questions. Timeskip: I was talking to Adnan, I asked him "Did you go to the party?" Adnan replied "In the afternoon." I said "I went in the morning and oh dude, did you take the MCAs today yet?" He started to complain about the MCAs Timeskip: Somehow my cat was at the school, I looked everywhere and couldn't find him. I went to Paulson's room because I know Adnan has a class there (in the dream Paulson's class was where my American History B class was) but there was only three people, Adnan's not there. Class is about to start but I can skip it, it's the final hour and I have to find my cat. I goto the Help Center and I get a brown haired lady to help me, I tell her to call all the security and say "If you see an Orange and White Maine Coon Cat, make sure to put him in a secure area where he can't go outside." She said "Oh with the T thing." I noticed a map of the school and push one of the buttons, I am teleported to G_____ Club. Meanwhile, the brown haired lady added me to the G_____ Club since I was there. Back to me, there were these girls and this one girl told me that the buses are here and we're going somewhere. I told them "I can't do this right now, sorry, maybe next time." I goto the main office and am worried about Rupert, I look at the ground and there he is laying down. Timeskip: I am in a car, Me-Mow-Rue is in the back seat. The windows are down and I try to make sure the windows are at a certain height so he can't jump out of the car. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I have to worry about my cat getting outside so much it's starting to get into my dreams, more school dreams, more walking dead dreams, I will figure something out eventually. July 28th, 2017
9/1/14 I was in this place where there was a Melee tournament at 5pm every day. Later, I was on this island where tornadoes were daily. You would never go a single day without seeing storms. I ran to my house somehow, looking for batteries for my camera. Then, a wedge tornado hit and passed. A minute later, another wedge formed and that was the end. 9/3/14 There was this game I could play where I would find a wolf outside Kakariko and he’d be like, “You want to hunt with us?” If you said yes, then you end up in this tunnel where you carry a power line to the end. 9/9/14 -I switched universes to one where tornadoes were really common, Hillary Clinton worked behind a food counter, and we had tons of stored food. Each time we ran low, we would drive the van to the facility and take a load. When I entered another facility, there was a cylindrical, soacious elevator that took me down to a cafeteria with lame food. There were things that looked kind of like rolls, but with pink and green substances inside with the appearance of ice cream. 9/24/14 (L) Conditions: Sunny This massive dream started with me running down a path in the forest from some red gas. I yelled at the person driving a horse-drawn wagon, so she slowed down until I jumped in. Then, I tried to get onto the free horse on the left. [mini-skip][The gas is gone.][…] I was inside the living room, where I spun around and looked in all directions. Outside, it was raining and cool. A little farther on, I realized that I had not totally increased the vividness, so that’s what I tried to so. The shapeshifting included extra arms. There was also a black wedge tornado.
This dream was pretty freaky. I was in the air trying to help a girl keep a tree up but than a dark shadow came out of the tree and disturbed our balance. I didn't want to let go cause the girl would fall but than she told me it would be ok and to just let go...so I did. She fell onto the ground and eventually I did too. Hitting my head and losing an arm. I could see the other girl lose an arm too and thats when I noticed we were now in chibi form. I woke up after that. The Blue Beetle After waiting in the car for someone I somehow ended up walking into my old yard. It was more wide and spacious with odd objects on the ground though. As I was exploring I came across a slender orange/brown colored wolf that began growling at me. I tried hovering above the ground while going in the house but the wolf made all sorts of high leaps to get at me. I figured that bouncing from wall to wall in an attempt to hover at a higher height wouldn't work so I pushed the wolf down hard with my feet than grabbed its mouth to keep it closed. Slowly it began to morph into a black dog that reminded me of my dog max. I let it go than flew away ignoring the wolf and paying attention to the scenery. I was now in a city where a puppy was born and given to me. I pet the cute pup than the scene shifted. A Japanese guy who I thought was nigahiga but wasn't was visiting us for a special fan meeting. As he was talking with his friend and I, I spotted a roach crawling on the ground."Someone kill it"I said. My brother came and attempted to kill it but the roach flew onto a curtain hanging on a door that I was next too. I tried to hit it and as it slowly fell down....in slow motion...I noticed it was a beautifully colored blue beetle with gems on it. It than changed to a butterfly with a gem and hung on the curtain again but it looked somewhat hurt now. "Sorry...you are beautiful but if I let you live you'll take over the house"I thought. Woke up afterwards
Updated 07-28-2017 at 11:54 PM by 67570
I feel like I dreamt for 20 hours last night. I'll skip past all that right to the lucid bit. I was at a super fancy restaurant where two famous actresses were about to eat. I sat myself and some friend with me right at their spot. They joined us, and slowly the table began to fill with all my friends and they were gone. I was talking to them when this weird purple filter came over my vision. I turned to talk to vic next to me, but when he responded our bodies didn't move, it was a conversation between our souls. I was astral projecting within a dream. I freaked out and snapped back in my body and explained to my friends what was possible, still thinking I was in reality. The restaurant had an open wall to the sidewalk, so I walked out to the road and lay down, wanting to show them a car drive right through me. However, I wasn't sure if I was projecting or in my real body so I chickened out and lay next to where the cars drove. This was a hyperrealistic moment, when an SUV passed me and all my survival instincts kicked in, I was hyper present for that moment and it felt like reality. I went back to the table, and I guess I realized I was dreaming because I just assumed control. I changed the restaurant into a private jet by snapping my fingers. There were still some tables of people left over that were right in the aisle when I made the change, so I just shoved them out and dissapeared them as well. Now it was just my friends and me on the plane, and a weird gangster in the back. He looked like a young 50 cent and tried to make a sexual advance on me, then told me he would kill me. right in front of everyone. "There are always guys like this in my dreams. I guess it's the part of my brain that I can't turn off that makes me think every girl in real life is hitting on me." Good self-diagnosis sleep-me. I send that character to the front of the plane and curse him to stay in that position. We have a long chat on the plane when I suddenly get a text from this girl that I've been holding out on IRL, and my control snapped away. She started sending me pics of her in an orgy, covered in lovers, to get back at me for not replying to her texts and make me jealous. I felt such a weird betrayal , she just kept sending these pics one after another. Then my alarm went off. I have a date with this girl today and my dreams have left me with some fucked images of her.... life is so strange.
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