The dream started with being at work...again. But! This time, it went beyond work, and what happened after work was much more interesting. I've just gotten off of work, and pick up Owl and a couple other friends to go to the Pride festival (I was talking with a friend about this yesterday, so it makes sense how this showed up in my dream). We have a great time, and I wander off... And end up in a strange place with a series of staircases. The staircases are going up and down, full of people. I think they are waiting for a bathroom. I ignore these staircases and go outside. Outside is a more Western-style scene, with log cabins and the like. I'm waiting on someone to come out of this building when a man approaches, flirting with me. He says something extremely rude and I knock him to the ground, impaling him with an umbrella I suddenly have. The person I'm waiting on finally comes outside, a shocked, but mildly impressed, expression on her face. Then I don't remember if this is a different dream or if the same dream just changed again, but somehow, I die. I'm shot and I exit my body, I am formless, I am free. It feels so nice, I am at peace. I'm in the same spot, still, it's just that no one can see my formless self. Someone starts speaking with me about this afterlife, but I cannot see them either. After a time, I look for someone in particular. I find my grandmother (she passed away last February. Also, I still can't see her, but it's her voice and I sense her presence) and she's really happy to hear from me. She seems to understand I'm not actually dead (something I didn't understand while in the dream) and we have along conversation. I ask her what her afterlife has been like. She says she's the most relaxed and at peace she has ever been in her life. She says she's traveled everywhere, residing at lakes and other bodies of water as much as she can. She asks me how my family is doing, and that she misses us, and she loves us. That's when I wake up.
Got Lucid via WILD, but since my dream stabilization is dogshit I decided to just stand in my room(the place where I always start) and touch things to stabilize. The good news is that the dream lasted for about 3 minutes. But I could barely see out of my eyes. It was like only one was halfway open.
Morning of June 30, 2017. Friday. I enter a prolonged dream state and remain mostly in instinctual dreaming depending on the situation. The same characters are consistent throughout for the most part. In normal lucidity, a dream can be taken full control of and vivified with the current conscious self identity. Creation and control is also predominant in instinctual dreaming, except there is no association with dreams or knowing or remembering what a dream even is and there is usually no current conscious self identity present. The nature of non-lucid dream control varies from faithful pretense in scenarios to passive expectation in how the dream is rendered and changed. In the beginning, I am with a group of unknown males, mostly in their thirties. We are trying not to be discovered by another group of males. At one point, we go into a small ramshackle building that seems like a barn (play on Barnum?) with missing external walls on at least one side. There are at least four rooms, but the layout is much like oversized public bathroom stalls. I go into one to attempt to stay out of sight and others go into other rooms. There are small piles of old wooden planks and gaps in some of the walls. Eventually, the other group knows where I am. The leader of the other group reminds me of P. T. Barnum. He discovers that I have telekinetic ability and wants me to work for him. This happens after several attempts to kill me. In one scene, an unknown male dressed in a ballet outfit shoots an arrow at me from about twelve feet away. I mentally cause the arrow to turn in flight and it goes back to him, hitting him in the chest, though I am not sure if he is fatally wounded. If I do not work for the leader of these men, he will continue to hunt me even though, over time, I defeat most of his team. Prior to the last scene, when it seems to be late morning, he tells me that he could really use me and seems friendlier. It seems he has no men left on his team. Curiously, it turns out that he wants me to clean the entire planet, rid the world of pollution and make it neater and more in order. He sits at a picnic table. My answer is still “no”, but I play around with my telekinetic abilities through various scenes. In one, I make scraps of paper on the top of a picnic table hover and come together in one pile. I see disordered towels, which belong to him. I cause the towels to become neatly folded on the picnic table’s top. He seems very passive at this point. As he watches me, I look out at the ocean. I see at least two sailboats and tell him to watch what I am going to do. I cause one to rise in the air as a man falls out into the water. The sailboat, while hovering above the water, bumps the other one, causing it to tip, though no one seems hurt. From here, my dream fades. The sailboat coming up out of the water (“rising from sleep / water”; the sails relating to bed sheets as a continuation of the folding towels association in making a bed after waking) is yet another version of waking symbolism involving water lowering or not being present where it would be expected (and water itself is dream state induction and symbolizes the essence of sleep). The last event is also akin to a flight symbol, a very common, over one in five of my dreams, precursor related to subliminal anticipation of a hypnopompic “fall” upon waking, including airplanes, birds, UFOs, the dream self falling, rising, or flying, and many other common forms. Still, many people seem to believe in certain forms of “dream interpretation” as a consequence of the Barnum effect. Barnum is a great personification of the preconscious and the emergent consciousness transmutation in the last scene. This likely comes from having to endure a few fake “dream interpretations” (though only recently on sites I do not post on as much as the main dream journal site and tumblr) even after explaining that I have no interest in second-hand “interpretation” from people who have no understanding of basic dream types or know anything at all about my life to this point (which makes second-hand “interpretation” even more ridiculous and offensive to an experienced dream journalist), me already explaining dynamics of my dreams at least in part, the “interpreter” (often of whom shows no sign of consistently remembering their own dreams) pretending negative context where none exists (though revealing their own life and mentality rather than mine of course - which is in fact what second-hand “interpretation” actually is, not a viable statement for the dreamer regardless of their typical politeness and willing submission to the Barnum syndrome). Stopping the arrow in flight and sending it back was a curious way to stop the waking mechanism without lucidly knowing this as my dream self. If it had reached me, it would have triggered the typical hypnopompic jolt (such as my lower back spasm sometimes triggered by the bird beak symbol or other flight-related symbols). However, this mechanism sometimes does not complete when certain levels of awareness are focused on it, though I still consider it a “chicken or egg” puzzle as to the causal factor.
(I had this dream and wrote it down a few days ago, but only remembered dreamviews just now.) "This was part of a very very long dream, but I only remember the tail end. We were in an Asian country, some mix of China and Korea, with a situation like Germany with the Jews. We weren't the targeted group, but we did have some in our blood (most citizens did). There was a ton of long-term knowledge, stuff where when I woke up I truly believed was real historical buildings and other facts that I lived in the dream. The most rememberable and most important, was that there was what reminds you of an Indian palace, a death-maze that soldiers would chase/herd traitors or pre-refugees to. The king/leader built this, and believed it to be his mercy. Once herded there, the soldiers were no longer chasing to immediately kill or capture, the people would just die themselves. The way it worked is that there are all these golden trumpet-shaped spires/points, thick from the ground, and curved at the tips. There was some sort of suction to the design so that the runner gets run into one of these, and is basically forced upward until they can no longer breathe. Their last view is looking down on the king's city. This wasn't terribly significant to me at the time, because there were many other things like this in my long-term memory. Anyways, where I solidly remember from, we were supposed to meet up with an informant who would help us get what we needed, to get out. The room where we met, There was a staircase, it was all white, four walls were glass. We met them (there was one main guy and one or two lookouts), but I don't remember much of our interaction except that it was very short and pretending, as the windows were glass and basically at an intersection. I do know we needed an item, and we had to get it ourselves. We were to meet them at the border, or at some other place on the way to it, and we didn't have much time. They told us where to find the item. We talked fast and then started out pretty urgently, because we felt time ticking away and almost like they were already on to us. We went in the mall, I don't completely remember what happened. We did something for a short amount of time, then went upstairs to a/the shop owned by the king/person. Mom looked for the item while I waited for her and looked at dresses. They were really good prices, and I found myself looking for a dress for Racquel, and a shirt-dress for myself. (We had planned that I would buy some things, so it would be less suspicious.) I remember being excited despite the situation we were in, because we never got new things. Here, it could have stopped being a nightmare. But I was too scared for it to slip into just shopping, so when we approached to buy our items, they knew. I wanted to bolt right then, but it was so so important that we get that item. We were informed that our payment could not go through and to try buying different items (They had a certain look when they said this, and it made me know they knew.) or try to checkout at an all-purpose register. You could tell they themselves were very scared and wouldn't risk appearing sympathetic or like they knew what was happening. It was terrifying knowing that leaving us to be devoured was what I would have done too. Mom and I were both really scared. But she decided to do the courageous thing and try to checkout downstairs (and to the right). But I looked outside and took her arm and told her to just leave. I started walking faster because I knew they knew. We took the things we didn't buy. I was calmly scared they'd stop us, but without it, even if we lived past this, we couldn't get away if we didn't have it. We got outside and we tried to look normal. I knew no one in the store would chase us, except to watch us, and that they had called for the people, so I hoped, maybe if we put some distance between us and the store. As we went further, people walking or reading newspapers slowly became informants walking or reading newspapers, and we slowly started throwing out the "act normal" idea and going faster. (at some point there was a mother and baby with a father who had turned on them. They were mostly white, and they were part of the group the government was purging. We didn't talk or make eye contact or try to help eachother. We were headed the same direction though, they were slower than us and we passed them) A short time of this fast walking and we were spotted and chased. We starting running as fast as we could. We ran for a time, until we got to what I thought was a parking garage. As we entered it, I felt something grab my left hand, and it was the baby, and the mom running with us. I remember I was twisted in a weird way and was trying to run and hold the baby's hand and Mom's at the same time. I remember seeing the soldiers right behind us, and they almost got Mom. She looked like she might stop and give up, so I clung to her hand as we ran. We came to where there were infinite-looking upward slides, and we scrambled up the second slant (the first was very obviously the widest, each one to the right being smaller, but the mother and baby had gone up there and I wouldn't have hesitated to run over them if we were stuck in the same tube.) I remember there was a left and right sidewalk. On the left it was like normal walkway, the right was an up-moving ramp. I tried the up-moving ramp, but almost slipped so decided on just running.We were getting higher and Mom looked more defeated the farther we went. Near the middle, she tripped on something and she didn't get up, just lay there. I was dragging her frantically, contemplating leaving her behind. It was way too slow, and they were still chasing us. So I didn't really notice the space getting smaller and smaller. Mom had basically given up hope. She was acting like we were already dead, and it irritated me so much. When I realized why, it had gotten so small and vertical. I was first so frantic and hurrying so fast I tried to shove my way up even with my arms folded (like praying mantis) in front of me. But I was feeling the dread, and was starting to realize what had just happened. So I went back a few feet down. I let go of mom's hand, and she started sobbing. She stayed just at my feet, luckily not sliding down anymore when I let go, but it didn't matter anymore. I put my arms flat streamlined with my body and pushed myself with my feet to the opening. The tunnel curved in a sickening way, and I could see down on the beautiful city through the end of the curved golden trumpet." Then I woke up.
Updated 01-16-2018 at 02:15 AM by 90195
Okay, I am literally typing this out in the middle of the night because this might just be the coolest dream I've had yet. No, I wasn't lucid, but not all cool dreams need to be lucids as far as I'm concerned. Anyway, here's the boring stuff. Fell asleep at: 10-11:00ish Woke up at: 2:30 AM I was in my home when suddenly I find it: The TARDIS. I inspect the humble machine, and having not watched the show (I know what the TARDIS does but the dream worked with it differently), I'm curious. And I think, "inter dimensional travel? Okay, let's start small before we do anything drastic." And I use the TARDIS to send me to a parallel version of my house. Nothing was too drastically different, but then I notice something, a box with candies and junk food. I quickly take the foodstuffs (Without suspicion, since I was just in a parallel universe and I probably looked like that universe's version of me) and bolt it for the TARDIS. If I haven't told you already, the little telephone booth was in my washroom. Maybe another interdimensional traveler found his way to my dimension before being stuck there when I took it. Or my dream just sorta threw it in there. In one of the parallel universes I had to distract DCs by means of drawing attention away from the TARDIS and how out of place it was. They made it to the washroom to do some laundry where I maintained conversation with them until they left the room. I then hopped back thinking I didn't have much time left. The DCs represented my sisters. I then wind up at my school. I step out of the washroom containing my precious when I wind up getting myself lost. See, in the real world, I have a pretty shit sense of direction. Tell me to go somewhere and it'll take me forever and a minute to recognize what you're talking about. I'm not stupid -- even though I have the reflexes of a sloth. Anyways, it was getting dark out but there were still people running around. Apparently some kind of big event was going down. There were carts, unfinished rides, and crowds everywhere. Feeling like I needed the assistance I found my friends Shanna and Rudy as well as a parallel version of me. And I say something along the lines of, "I am an alternate version of you, me. I come from a dimension where everything is the same, but different, and I need your help. I don't know where to find the washroom that contains my TARDIS. You know what that is right Shanna?". They tried helping and were pretty cool with the fact that I was from a different world.I mean, you can't really argue with that when you see an exact clone of somebody in terms of personality and appearance now do you? It is also worth noting that parallel universe me had longer hair. That helped differentiate us. But after some time had passed and I felt like we were getting no closer to finding the TARDIS, I eventually split up with the crew. It was a mad dash to the TARDIS and I was running around all of the school's grounds to find it. Daylight had come, and I eventually found the "appreciation center". A place with high ceilings, a podium, tons of small sofas, and tall windows where the sunlight streamed in. It was apparently a lounge/book reading area. I go back outside and go through the bushes when I see an old man copying my movements. It wasn't anything too scary, as he was just mocking me for how stupid I looked. I did the same and made an old man voice that went along with his movements. He walked off, but after that the dream ended. SIDE NOTES 1. This has been the longest regular dream I've had so far. Even though it probably happened on the first REM cycle of the night. 2. Dimension hopping and stealing from parallel universes with no consequences was both fun and exhilarating. 3. I can always count on my friends (And myself) when times are tough. I know that probably wasn't a major theme throughout, but I thought it was too heartwarming to pass up. Thank you subcon for not trying to make me feel bad.
The dream started out interesting, then it turned into another school dream... My "family" and I are going on a long trek to find Peter Pan. MY "family" consists of an old man who is the leader, driving an RV (Like Dale from The Walking Dead.. ), my "mother" who is Wendy from the Peter Pan movies, and my normal dad. We have a huge tour bus/RV style vehicle. We are at a beautiful spot: a lovely enchanted forest with some docks leading to a sparkling lake. I think we do find Peter Pan, and "Wendy" goes with him, but that part is blurry. I think I wake up in the middle of the night, go back to sleep, and the dream changes. Now it's the first day of my senior year of high school, and the counselors have completely effed up my class schedule. I'm completely outraged upon realizing my first class of the day is "Burping 101"! Not only that, but the school would not give us an actual schedule to keep, we had to remember what we were told, once. I wrote my class schedule on my hand. So many students are so upset about this that they have a strike in the lunch room, refusing to go to their classes. Campus police end up forcing us to move along, but everyone is so confused. I end up arguing to a teacher about my schedule, and she agrees that it is utterly odd and has no idea what happened. The only normal class I seem to have is AP Comp Literature...the other ones are Advanced Geometry and Tristonometry...? Whatever. So yeah, more nonsense, but I have noticed that my dreams are much more vivid now. I'm slowly improving my skill!
I remember a lot of this dream, but it was all nonsense. There are a lot of houses and trap doors, this much I remember. In the dream, I am in a college dorm-style environment. There is this girl on "campus" I really don't like, so I decide to use the trap doors and underground tunnels to my advantage. The trap doors feel really weird to go into. Somehow, while going through them, I manage to shrink myself, kind of like the way an octopus can go through a small hole. The tunnel through the trap door is really tight. I have to squeeze through, but once I make it out of the tight tunnel, I am in this large sewer system, where the ceilings are tall and there are even paths. It has a beauty to it, despite the stench. With a friend, I manage to pull off some sort of prank. The prank plays out using the tunnels as portals and happens on some sort of construction part of the campus. We cover her in dirt, or something like that. She becomes enraged at this, going as far as to exact revenge and smash my laptop to pieces. Suddenly, I seem to have a semi-lucidity, and decide to transform into a dog and leave the place. I leave by pulling up a video game interface, selecting a new location (I remember a kingdom being one of the options...why did I choose a suburban neighborhood???). I do transform into a dog...a Border Collie, to be exact, running around in a neighborhood. Other dogs start running with me, and I feel the foolish happiness of the carefree animal. I end up at some rich person's house, go through their doggie door, and become myself, Rose, again. This house is very bland and nearly empty, except for some of the bedrooms. The whole place feels cold and distant. The only person who seems to be in the house is a blonde girl, maybe fifteen years old. I can tell right from the start she is a spoiled brat, but ah well, she welcomes me into her home. It doesn't stay her house for long, though. The house does not change at all; rather, the ownership does. I suddenly feel as if this house belongs to Owl and her family. Lo and behold, Owl comes up behind me, saying I've come just in time for the fun and can sleep over if I want to. She says her parents are sleeping, so I should be quiet, and beckons me to her bedroom. There are a few other girls in her room. I recognize one or two as mutual friends of ours. She has nothing in her bedroom but a full sized bed and a twin sized bed (FYI, this house is nothing like Owl's waking house at all). She points to the twin bed, saying I can sleep there for tonight. I feel a little hurt, because we always share a bed (cuddling and all that good stuff), but I don't say anything and make myself comfortable on the twin bed. Well, as comfortable as I can get, anyway. The mattress is firm and I can feel every spring. This makes me feel even less desired as Owl goes on to talk with her other friends and all but ignores me. At one point, she's on Facetime with another girl, and starts flirting with her. This hurts me a lot, and I shrink into the corner of the room a bit. She notices, and asks what's wrong, but I don't answer, shrink from her touch. She realizes what I'm upset about and says she was just messing around, that it didn't mean anything. I decide to leave. Owl tries to follow me, but I run to a familiar trap door. I shrink into it, and the door disappears behind me. I am in the sewers again. This time, I'm just wandering. Then, when going to an opening, I see a little boy, about three to four years old, all alone, with a scared look on his face. He looks to me, and I can feel what he can't say; he needs help, he's in danger, he's been separated from family. The rest of the dream is spent searching for his family. It fades, and I don't remember whether or not I found them. I just want to know how I did not become lucid in this dream...it's so strange, how I can't seem to "wake up".
2017, 06-29 Off With His Head! I am in what looks like a medieval city of some kind. The buildings lining the narrow streets are made of stone and wood and they look like something out of a fantasy RPG game. I walk along the street and I notice that everyone seems to be heading in the same direction. I figure that is probably the direction I should also take, so I follow the crowds. We move through the city streets and approach the largest building I can see from where I am. It looks like it might be some kind of church or temple. The crowd is tightly packed here, and it is hard to move forward to see what is going on. Finally I get closer and I see everyone watching has their attention fixed on what is happening on the stairs leading into the temple. There are numerous guards in mail and plate armor at the foot of the stairs to keep anyone from advancing farther, and more people up above. Whatever is about to happen begins. There is a young boy wearing a crown who somehow seems to be in charge of things there. He stands and begins to speak loudly and with authority. "My mother wishes me to let Lord Eddard join the Knight's Watch... stripped of all titles and powers, he would serve the realm in permanent exile. And my Lady Sansa has begged mercy for her father.” He pauses here and looks over at a girl who is standing off to the side with a woman in a crown and some other guards. He smiles at the girl and she seems visibly relieved. After pausing, the boy continues. “But they have the soft hearts of women... so long as I'm your king, treason shall never go unpunished! Sir Ilyn, bring me his head!" As one of the guards advances on the prisoner the girl off to the side is in hysterics, screaming unintelligibly, trying to pull away from the guards who are now holding her back. Another guard forces the prisoner to his knees as the guard approaching produces a large sword. I don’t know where the feeling comes from, but I am at once filled with the determination that this should not happen, that man should not die here. But I have to act fast. I get up to where the guards are barring approach to the temple, so I go off to the right and climb the side of a building with more agility than I knew I had. Some people are calling after me to ask what I’m doing, but I ignore them. I feel like I’m playing Assassin’s Creed. I’m almost out of time! I run along the roof and jump down on the other side, surprised I didn’t hurt myself at least a little… I’m not going to make it, so I focus on a force field around the prisoner so when the executioner brings the big sword down he hits an invisible barrier. He is stunned by the force of his own blow and stumbles back. The boy gets mad when he sees the sword bounce back, saying he wants the man’s head and he wants it now. He’s a little boy having a tantrum. I come forward, and the guards immediately threaten me with their swords, surrounding the boy protectively. I tell them not to worry, I’m not here to harm the boy who wants to pretend he’s a king. That makes the kid even angrier and he starts yelling that he IS the king and now he wants my head on a pike next to the traitor’s. The woman in the crown is glaring at me. She says she knows who I am, I’m that magi that stole her wolf pelt from her before! She asks why I have to keep interfering with her. I tell her I’ll stop interfering when she stops trying to put the innocent to death. The prisoner is looking around, apparently confused as to what is happening. The girl that had been screaming runs over to the man. The guards are distracted by me so they let her get away. My force field lets her through to the man and she hugs him, crying on his shoulder. The boy is calling for all three of our heads now, though no one is paying him any heed. I am wondering what to do with Eddard and Sansa but I don’t get time to think. Everything fades to black and I wake up. (Q says they are in my inner world, Eddard was in bad shape and is healing now.)
Key: Side Notes Title Dream Lucid Motel of IllusionsI was watching a new season of The Walking Dead, Rick and Co. were at some motel. A motel that feeds on your wishes with illusions. I remember seeing Rick and Michonne talking to each other but it was clearly Super Saiyan Blue Goku talking to some other Dragon Ball character. Meanwhile, in one of the rooms at the motel there was a old mexican woman who's husband died, she was watching a TV Show based on him, it was titled "_______________ you!" He appears and sees G(name starts with G) "Oh my gosh, you're alive?" He was the one who lived while G died, not vice versa. G is an Illusion. Meanwhile a Chick with puffy, rainbow colored hair tells Rick "We can call the police and say we're ___feminist______ evil superheroes." Then, she holds up a book that has what she just said as the title. Rick agrees, "Call the police." He doesn't trust this place. The people in charge kick them out, the man looks back and sees his Wife, G who has her hand up on the window. "G! G!" He tries to run towards her but security pushes him back, Rick and Co. leave the place. Another School Dream? Again? I'm at school, in a Computer Lab like place, Sinai and a few other people are there. Sinai says "Hi William." (Don't talk to her IRL anymore) I tell everyone I'll probably not come on the last two days of school. My Social Studies teacher gives this guy across from me a study guide packet. I'm sliding down the steep hallway. I trip people and I say "Pardon me" "Excuse me". I glide to the far left side of the hallway. I'm standing now and head to my next class, I remember it being dark with a red glow in my Website Design classroom. (The whole school looked different from any of my other dreams.) My friend Adnan came over, we were in a room, it was bright pink. We talked and played some video games, one game I think had Dragon Ball characters and I remember there was a stage that one of the DB characters knocked someone through the roof and flew up to the other character. They were at a new stage now, it was a room! This game has Stage Change? I then went and stood at the door with a video game in my hand. Later, Adnan went home. I was at home (old house) in my sister's room watching TV. My Dad comes in and asks what would be a good time for Adnan to come over, again. He just came over but he can come Thursday, tomorrow. I then, realize if I don't go to school tomorrow I could fail Social Studies! There's a final coming up! (For some reason I worry about failing Social Studies in my Dreams even though School is over IRL) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I did not upload yesterday because I had a kinky dream and I really don't like publicly showcasing those types of dreams. I think High School, Social Studies, End of the School Year, The Walking Dead and my Best Friend Adnan are dream signs. And, if I do see them again IRL, I should RC. Maybe that'll trigger a Lucid Dream and I can try participating in the Task of the Month and Task of the Year. June 29th, 2017
INT. CHILDHOOD LIVING ROOM - DAY Another storm. I see downtown Dallas, Texas out the window. It is closer than in reality, perhaps by half the distance. All at once, the lights in every building blink on. Some of the lights resemble the mercury vapour lamps in the unfinished towers of the World Trade Center in Manhattan. Also, one or two of the buildings are being hoisted up and down, pivoted on their corners, by giant cranes. These strange sights downtown alert me to my conscious state: Dream! As usual when lucid, I can think very fast and efficiently. I instantly remember the course of action I had planned when awake for my next dream. First, I rub my hands together and demand, "Clarity now! Stability now!" For the first time in a dream I can actually see my hands because I'm concentrating on them. I also attempt to spin around, which is supposed to aid in stabilizing a lucid dream and prevent waking up. But my dream body is unresponsive and does not rotate. Then I remember that my main goal was to try to persuade a dream character that she or he is dreaming too. I turn to my mother, sitting next to me on the couch. "Look, Mom! We're dreaming! We're in a lucid dream! Did you know you're dreaming?" She gazes at me with a quizzical expression. Unfortunately the demand for clarity does not seem to have changed anything, nor the wish for stability: I'm waking up. "Mom," I say to her with a hurried hug, "I'll love you and Dad forever." Then I find myself slowly emerging into the reality of my bedroom, four thousand kilometres away.
Updated 02-09-2020 at 07:29 PM by 92227
I dreamt last night that I intentionally, glowingly bashed a toddlers head and subsequently killed him. I knocked/bashed his head in multiple times. I even tried to "hide" it by trying to make him stand on his feet again. Someone even asked, in my dream, what i had done. I AM SO TRAUMATIZED WTFFFFFFFFFFFFF
The night before I stayed up until the early hours of the morening (Again) and completely fucked up my chances with the CAT method. I know I had dreamt but I still didn't bother trying to write it down so I forgot about it.
this dream occured somewhere past 10am its just a few fragments, can't remember much, I know there was a whole lot more to this dream such as driving around town and going to several different houses. Parts I remember well are mid-dream I'm at my friends house (except it isnt his house, its some made-up house). Half of the room is covered in this checkerboard carpet (colors being a dark green, a dark red, and a beige color), and the other half is tile. I think that part is a kitchen but I can't remember much. I think there was a baby gate but it wasn't blocking anything off. When you walk in you begin in the carpeted part of the room, I think there were a few couches, or some kind of furniture we had to walk around. In the back left corner was the 'kitchen' area, and the back right was just empty tile except there was a crate. We (some girls and I. but I don't remember who exactly though) walked to the crate and there was my friend's puppy, one of the girls grabbed him out of the cage and picked him up. I think he was a black dog, but that's all I remember of it. One of them mentioned how the puppy thinks its name is "puppy" because my friend was having trouble figuring out a name. I say something like "Oh hey kinda like me, I had trouble figuring out a name for my dog". I think someone said my dogs name was Mary (it's maggie), but before I could correct them something happened. (Idk, I forget anything after this) Later I remember going back to his house and we go through some room I don't remember, then some room with a dirty floor, and then to that same room as before except no tile or kitchen area. As soon as you get in to the right is a TV on top of a tall dresser, some couches, and then in the back is another TV. Some stuff happens I don't remember and I think theyre playing some game. It is implied there are people in another room in the house playing and us in the room (idk who else was with me) were also playing, but I was just watching. We were playing on the back TV, but it had little to no sound, while the other TV in the room played all of the sound and music of the game. It was some wii baseball game I think, except not on a wii. The characters looked like mii's, but a lot more detailed. I remember a shot of the coach who had on a blue shirt and baseball cap but his face was detailed a bit much for a mii but still looked cartoony. His two eyes were smushed together and he had a looong phallic nose, and he had patchy stubble. There were players who were less detailed and looked closer to mii's, but I don't remember them much. That's all I recall of that fragment. Ik there was more to the dream and I had other dreams, but I don't recall them.
Somehow ended up in a lucid dream this morning. I was riding around in my car wondering something until I realized I was dreaming.
I'm outdoors on a lush, green landscape. It's like a park that is being gradually infiltrated by warehouses, factories, barns, and public buildings. Everything is very vivid. The light has a strange, beautiful quality, as if the light itself is full of possibility. I know that I'm dreaming. In the middle of the landscape is what might be a children's playground or what's left of an industrial plant. It's hard to tell, but I swing on a horizontal bar like an athlete, having fun. I drop down to the ground, thinking that I was supposed to do something the next time I was lucid, but I can't remember what it was. I don't want to waste the entire dream trying to remember, so I decide to fly. Predictible, yes, but a great feeling and not only is it less effort than ever with more control, but I also feel no anxiety as I rush up into the air. Ahead, there is a green hill with a tunnel going into it. Now there is some anxiety, as I wonder it was going to come out of the entrance. A large bus/short train comes speeding out and I jump high into the air to avoid it. It is yellow and reminiscent of a child's drawing of a bus/train. It has passengers. Then I recall that I was thinking about meditating in a lucid dream, which I've done once before and had a great experience. I close my eyes and I feel that I'm inside a tower. Opening my eyes intermittently, I see the translucent skeleton of the building's internal framework. Eyes closed, I rise up through the tower, hovering up what feels like about 40 floors. Hovering in the middle of this semi-visible building, I enter a deep meditation. I feel myself in bed, lying beneath the covers. I feel myself standing in the dream. I feel myself hovering in the middle of the building. I am the building too. I'm the structure, the beams and frames, stretching up and surrounding myself. When I hear footsteps, I open my eyes and my friend is quietly entering a kitchen in a fluffy white dressing gown. "I'm just making myself a drink," she says. "I can't sleep. You want one?" "No," I say and close my eyes. I stay in the dream, lucid, deeply meditating and just experiencing the various states at once for what feels like a few minutes, until my 'in bed' state feels very uncomfortable - I feel like all my weight is on one arm - and I wake myself up enough to turn over.
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