I decided to keep my journal colour coded, so it's easier for me to re-read them and jump into lucid parts or parts that are somehow important. So blue is going to be lucid and red will indicate any insights or an outtake of the dreams.
In my sleep today I was finally able to fully realize and complete a mental map of my own portal into a lucid dream. Not that I didn't know about it before. I always kept a mental map of it. But it was rather intuitive and I never actually tried to draw it on paper. Today however I was able to "finish" it in my dream and give it structure.
So my personal portal leading to a state of lucid dreams is a particular building. It means that whenever I see it or find myself inside of it, I know I'm dreaming and thus, start lucid dreaming. I've been there a number of times and took my time to explore it. I know its every corner and every door. It's always the same and always works like a charm.
It has two parts to it. It has a facade and a rear side that leads me into a reoccurring town. Its left wing leads into a state of a regular dream, meaning that if I choose to go to its left side I will always transition into another dream, usually non-lucid. It's a great way for me to escape an unwanted LD or beat/hide/run away from monsters.
If I, however, choose to exit through its rear door, which is situated in the right wing of the building, I will inevitably end up in this re-occuring town. The town, just like a building, always stays the same but has a very large territory which i haven't explored fully yet.
What is interesting though is that in order for me to get to its left side (i.e. regular dream exit) I need to climb a secret staircase in between the building's walls. I access that staircase through a kitchen of a restaurant on the ground floor. There is no other known way to get to the left side. Until today I didn't question why it works this way. Why does it have to be secret and located between the walls? Why is there no easier way to exit to a state of regular dream? Is it because our minds always have to have "doors" to carry us from one place into another?
The building itself has about 5-6 floors, is non-residential and have numerous offices, where I see people working away. They usually do some kind of office work, using a lot of paper. The building is pretty harmless and nobody usually pays attention to me. They have a restaurant on the ground floor and a pool.
There is also a scary part to this building, and I don't like it when I somehow end up in there. It has underground floors that go deep below the ground level. From the look of it, it looks like an old hotel with A LOT of similar doors. Its halls seem endless and there is always something chasing me. One time I decided to face it, and it looked like a tall human-like creature with very long hands. I don't know where the doors lead because I am afraid to open them. I tried opening a door once to runaway from that creature, and I found myself in a small room. There was a boy watching TV in that room and he was very surprised and frightened to see me. I wonder what these creatures represent and why I am scared of them.
So, in my dream today I wondering in a quiet forest and was thinking about this portal. It's funny that mine looks like an office building. I also thought that our mind is a very clever thing always giving you two options to choose from: walking into a LD (in my case, it's a town) or find my way into a state of a regular dream. In 99% of time, I choose to climb the secret staircase to get to it's regular dream side if I'm ever given the choice.
Nothing really going on in my dreams really. But I am rereading A discovery of witches by Deborah Harkness. The All Souls Trilogy. This was the series that sparked my interest in lucid dreaming due to story of "weavers" & my silly little gift of asking where things are out loud & finding things. I've been able to do this for a very long time. Anyway, this time around I'm going to savor it all & use it as a tool for my lucid dreaming. It seems while over the holiday I kind of got side tracked. Not to mention the election & inauguration coming up on Friday with me being an online activist and all. I pray people will settle down & just accept things. I do try to do my best to get peacefulness out there & expose those who are sabotaging this celebratory event.
This dream was what I recalled this morning following the intention: My intention for tonight is first and foremost to wake up and remember my dreams. Secondly I feel like I am approaching a cross-roads and I feel uncertain about where to place my efforts, so I would be thrilled with some assistance from my dreams in this respect. But foremost I trust my dreams and want to remember whatever they bring. It feels as if it is relevant somehow and I will use it as an opportunity to practise both descriptive evocative writing as well as Jungian interpretation methods.
I am pondering the idea of going to Mexico, which appears much as you perceive a fantasy or mnemonic ideation in the waking state – the incipient sense of an image, a map perhaps, appearing before my inner eye.
I direct my attention outwards and find myself in the passenger seat in Steen's silver-grey car, although I am inside the car I can clearly see the matte nuance of the silver grey colour on the outside of the car. My dad is in the back seat, and he seems gleeful and excited though he doesn't say or do much during the dream. We are going on a trip, and my dad and Steen are there helping me out, as it is mainly me going on a mission.
It is pouring down outside, it is clouded and grey, which produce a darkish hue. We are at a ticket office, which resembles a mixture between a gas station and a junk food drive in. There are two protruding window tills on our right hand side and above an almost square section of roofing is covering the pavement next to the windows, providing some cover for the rain outside.
We drive slowly towards the first of the two window tills – one for ordering another for picking up the tickets – and as we do I feel something bump into the car towards the back, which also produce a mild audible thump. I look out the window and backwards to see if Steen has accidentally hit one of the massive concrete columns extending from the building. He is really close but I can't see any damage done to the car.
I lean back in and Steen switches on the radio and the GPS system. The audio-scape is flooded with remnants of old mobile conversations, radio clatter and noise. I feel uneasy and a bit confused, as it is supposed to be a GPS system, providing guidance. Steen remains rather calm and composed and simply asks the GPS if it is there, and it dawns on me that it is a voice activated system.
“I am here” a clear loud and direct female voice responds, which is a tremendous reassurance.
Steen proceeds to drive forward and I wonder why I don't have to open the window to get the ticket. “It isn't necessary when you have one of these” he says and points to a rectangular electronic device, with an old school digital display in the bottom right corner of the front window, just in front of me as it would seem. It is essentially a device that registers that he has been here and automatically charges him for the ferry ride, which is what the ticket office is for.
“So we are going to Iceland” he says, and I feel at first excited, but then a bit concerned because we will be sailing and we are supposed to go to either Mexico or the Faeroe Islands as well today and I am afraid we won't have time. I think about this only briefly before relinquishing the thought at aspiration to do all of these things.
We look at a map and a black marker line appears that takes us from the ticket office “to Odden” which on the map is a full scale island, elongated and egg shaped except for a very pointed en on the right hand side. The black line takes us to the top and centre of the island, where the port town is based, from where we will board the ferry to Iceland.
End of dream.
In this interpretation I will start by breaking down the dream into its constituent motifs, and run free associations on them.
There is a preceding map, an idea of a journey – which implies a plan and a set destination it also represents an overview of a trip, which can symbolise knowledge of where I am going in life. This is particularly salient as I am taken somewhere else than what I had “mapped out”, which excites me although the expectation of having to go somewhere specific within a given time frame becomes a source of frustration and tension/restlessness.
The car is a solid and large station car, it is silver grey – the colour symbolising the silver grey snake-like pathway through space I frequently perceive in meditation, cannabis and psychedelic states also symbolising the spiritual cord often reported as seen in OBEs.
The car is a symbol of my body, it is in good shape and the fact that my dad has been relegated to the back seat can be an expression of our recent confrontations and my insights on how he has dominated the development of my low self-esteem though his parenting style. He is now put in the back seat, representing that I still carry him with me and care for his approval and love, yet this aspect is no longer the driving motivating psychic energy for my aspirations for life – such as “save the world and become super famous”, which is simply a conditioned tendency I have developed as I felt under appreciated and unseen as a child.
Steen is an old friend of the family, both my mum and dad – I associate to him that he recently helped me out with cheaply renting his summer house to me following an Ayahuasca journey where I wanted to stop smoking and I didn't feel for returning to my parents' house where I currently live right after. At this time he said to me that he sees how my dad communicates to people and told me that one would get insane living in that environment constantly, which felt extremely pleasant to hear as someone external with knowledge of my dad seemed to understand how hard it can be. Recently my mother expressed – in a sober state – that it can be extremely challenging for her to live in that and that friends of the family finds it a challenge to be around him as well. With Steen in the driver's seat I feel that I have taken a step towards taking control of my life and am grateful for the moral support of individuating myself from my dad, who has – without fault of his own or even consciously – dominated much of my life, through establishing uncertainty both with regards to a fragile self-esteem but also the messianic and grandiose drive to save the world to finally be worthy of his admiration and love. Steen represents a new found aspect of myself that is compassionate and understanding towards why I have turned out as I did as well as the drive to liberate myself from the clutches of my dad.
The rain outside symbolise a torrential state of affairs with regards to my emotions – since my last Ayahuasca journey it is as if a lid has been removed and my libido is now coursing freely upwards, which result in more passionate responses and an easier time setting boundaries. It could also symbolise the fact that I am expending a lot of emotional energy in response to external uncontrollable aspects of the world, which is reminiscent of the saviour complex alluded to earlier.
The ticket office could symbolise a public institution, such as the Health Authorities which I have recently been in contact with, with regards Ayahuasca. I might be approaching, or at least that is how I perceive it, a point where I am close to getting in trouble due to my enquiries, yet no harm is done yet. The whole point of issuing a ticket could represent my thinking on Ayahuasca's precarious legal status and potentially in the future thinking of a license model for practising, where the dream hints at that license is nothing that comes from the outside but an internal license, a calling (electronic ticket system).
The GPS and radio system is particularly interesting to me. The clatter represents conditioned thinking and the attention I pay to outward clues for finding out how to direct my life. However when I look closely the “ancient mother” (female GPS voice) is there and is capable of taking me in the direction I need to go. The trick is to ask and learn to listen for what is coming from within and ignore restrictions I put on myself based on external sources of esteem and approval.
The fact that I am concerned with the duration of the trip represents a problematic aspect of how I relate to life in an impatient way. I am lacking trust in life unfolding as it is supposed to. This is related again to the map I saw in the beginning of the dream, which representative of how I tend to construct expectations of how life SHOULD unfold and I am operating under an assumption that I need to go somewhere specific and I need to go there quickly. In essence this result in an escapist approach to life, where I am not allowing it to unfold on its own terms and cannot fully embrace and meet events in a curious, compassionate and open way.
The end of the dream I see the ocean and the beach sort of imaginatively overlapped onto the map with the black line. I take it to symbolise that I am still in the process of letting go of my tendency to construct expectations and narrow definitions of success, but I will shortly arrive at a position where I let go and let Life overcome me and simply concede to the abrupt changes that are about to happen, with excited anticipation and joy in letting whatever happens happen. The fact that it is a sailing trip could represent a recognition of the potent force of the collective unconscious, and my submitting the stubborn fantasy that I am in control and surrendering to the collective collected wisdom of the evolution of Life itself.
Reconstructing the meaning from associated and elaborated ideas.
So a potential message from the dream could be that I am still constructing expectations of where and how life should take me. This becomes a source of frustration when I run into unexpected opportunities and twists of fate.
My dad has been a source for grandiose and messianic ideation, due to his belittling and command-like style of communication, from where he will never explain why he commands, reminds, reprimands, but simply asserts himself in a supercilious tone of voice. Since we have widely different interests in life and he has proclaimed that he has no interest (or capacity) in trying to understand me I have since very early childhood developed these tendencies as a way to garner his approval, which is already there he has just never shown it in a way I could understand it when younger. The fact that he is relegated to the back seat symbolise that I am relegating the grandiose and very ambitious saviour identities – and associated expectancies – to a position where they are no longer “driving me”.
The downpour contrasted with the comfortable, sturdy and undamaged quality of the silver grey car, can symbolise the progress I am making with meditation, where I have found an easier time dealing with painful emotions, as well as physical symptoms. They aren't allowed to penetrate to my core and when I continue the exercise I will strengthen my capacity to sift out the “radio clatter” (which can also signify the attribution of value to others' judgement of me) and listen to the voice of my heart, represented here by the Anima archetype, my deity in prayer – Mother Gaia.
The ticket office close call could symbolise that I need to tone down my activities with certain authorities to avoid getting in trouble, especially because I already have an inner license to pursue my dreams.
The trip to Iceland represents where I am headed next, which isn't a literal journey, although that might be fun also. In fact it might be very useful as it is Steen guiding me, which could mean a pointer to a place of safe haven, which he provided following my last Ayahuasca journey. However I have also recently considered reading up on mythology to get a better understanding of the empirical data that underpins the theory of the archetypes. This journey serves as a pointer towards examining Nordic mythology and shamanistic/divination cultural history.
In short. With particular reference to the intention here I am being reminded that uncertainty is OK, cause if I try and envision or anticipate a direction I will form an expectation, which will lead to suffering when life takes me elsewhere. As long as I listen to my inner voice the direction is guaranteed, so I should just continue the work of being better at letting go of old ways of thinking and sharpen my attention on what matters instead of the clatter. Then a further dive into the Nordic mythology is in store.
Thursday January 12, Non-Lucid: My childhood friend Shannon & I & some other friends of ours were in some sort of picture posing contest. At the end we submitted the photos that we had taken at a checkout counter which was of course odd. There were rows & rows of candy.
Friday January 13, D1: Non-Lucid: I was staying w/ others at what looked kind of like a bed & bread & breakfast but it was actually a huge house w/ many several kitchens, floors, rooms & no sharing of bathrooms. It was very old but not run down. On the contrary that is what made it very beautiful. It had recessed panels in the walls which are something you might see an older library or very old home owned by someone wealthy. There was a creepy man running the "Inn". It felt like there were people in the walls which made me uneasy. It all felt like a very sinister situation which caused me to wake up. I snuggled up to Mike before I went back to sleep because I felt so uneasy.
Friday January 13, D2: In & out of lucidity: I unfortunately chained right back into the dream. This time me & the mans son who was also there found a dead woman in one of the walls in a kitchen. Me & the other guests weren't being allowed to leave now. I was pleading w/ the man's son that we wouldn't tell anyone if he could just help us escape but he was terrified of his father. The son was a grown man in his 20's so it seemed as though this more young man had seen many horrors for quite some time. Me & the other guests had many failed escapes which only made the owner even angrier. I finally just woke up out of fear.
Saturday January 14, Non-Lucid: I was in a minimum security prison but not sure why. I was in a class w/ Dana Carvey the actor/comedian. I was drawing a plan to escape but I'm not much of an artist. He said he'd give it some thought. Another day we came into another classroom much like the first & I sat in the chair that the "Top Dog" of the prison usually sat at. She was angry when she came in but finally let me sit there because I needed to sit there to see out the windows & out of door while I was sketching more ideas for an escape. Later she was very impressed by a fuse system I had developed to help us escape. My wbtb went off but I couldn't fall back asleep because I had to get up & check out the weather again. We have been doing this sense yesterday due to the ice storm warnings.
Sunday January 15, Non-Lucid: My childhood friend Bobby & I were at a water park. I really wanted to stay asleep because I haven't seen him in a crazy amount of yrs. But of course I did anyway. The dream was pleasant & just a typical dream of having fun at a water park.
Monday January 16, Non-lucid: This dream is funny but graphic so I need it to have a spoiler for ADULT CONTENT>
Spoiler for ADULT CONTENT:
I was in a motel room w/ my younger sister Dena. We were getting ready to go to sleep. This is the second dream I've had about a week apart that I was just dropped into a dream scene. Apparently we were staying there because a man was stalking me or something. We had just got off the phone w/ a detective. The only light in the room was just small bits under the door to the room itself. I couldn't see my sister but I could feel her sitting next to me in the bed but I was scooted forward when I sat up unlike her who was sat up against the headboard. And here's where shit gets fucking weird. I feel a strange feeling in my vagina & instinctively put my hand down there. It was all very life like as though I had all my senses. A 9 volt battery came out of me! As a second one was coming out I yelled at my sister to call the detective back & to get here quick. She was really annoyed at her attitude but I didn't tell her what was happening. I think she was reading via a book light but I never saw her. I laid back on my back & pulled out 2 more 9 volt batteries out. Right then I heard a man in our room & I told my sister a man was in here w/ us. I couldn't decide which thing freaked me out more so I ran into the bathroom & checked to see if my vagina was okay. All out of batteries! Apparently I take 4 9 volt batteries, ROTFLMAO! I opened the door of the bathroom trying to get back to my sister but it didn't open up into the motel room but a busy hallway that looked like a busy courthouse. A woman passing me said "There's no cops here" & just walked on. I woke up IRL & ran to the bathroom & checked my vagina for batteries! It was such a realistic dream. This was definitely one of the weirdest dream ever!
Sorry for the delay in posting. We've been under a severe ice storm warning from Thursday-Sunday. There is a whole preparation list of shit to do when this occurs. My generator has paid for itself the year we had no electricity for a week & other catastrophe's we have endured.
I haven't put any focus on WILDs in quite some time but was motivated to mix attempts back in the last 2 nights, but only after doing my MILD to increase chances of my fairly trusty DILDs if the WILD fails. At BTB I do location-aha-MILD first, followed by face to face, clear view release and some REM eye movement simulation (4 eye sweeps behind closed eyelids). The face to face and REM simulation are found to be the most efficient method of losing the feel of my waking body. I get a good number of color and pattern HH's, followed by some that resemble objects and people, followed by dreamlets. At those first two stages I was able to use a technique of "reaching" for additional senses related to the items more than just the visual: primarily tactile and temperature, but sometimes sounds and smells that match with the visual. I didn't remember to try taste. For the third stage where I was getting dreamlets I found that I had to become more passive it seemed because I was finding my senses return to my waking body or perhaps within an FA. I didn't test it, assuming FA's and decided I did need to be more passive during these dreamlets, perhaps wrongly. I know passive is generally recommended but since I have a fair bit of experience with WILDs I feel more inclined toward the active side of the scale. Anyway, I end up in an FA and then an actual waking or FA where I go for a WILD.
I am naked in bed with my wife and for some reason my mother in law is there and I seem to be semi-lucid at this stage but as more people arrive I seem to drop below semi-lucid and get caught up in the dream. I see this commercial anti-bacterial spray I have looked for in the past and ask the guy where he got it without a good answer. I either wake or have another FA in my normal bed/scenario and go for a DEILD but feels more like a WILD with HH's and back to reaching for additional senses tied to the HH visuals. After some fading in and out of HHs I get a more steady one that looks most like a cave opening at first and imagine some cooler air emanating from it. It develops into a a vague looking canyon and then to a canyon formation like you might see in Arches National Park with a double arch entrance to a canyon opening where both "arches" were relatively flat on their top sides but the bottom "arch" had an arch shape to it whereas the top "arch" was also relatively flat across the bottom as well. This was all in a brightly lit daylight scene once the arches formed. This morphed from more of a natural formation to something purposely built like you might see in a sci-fi set on a canyon-like planet. I want to go there but it seems my dream body is still forming so I use intent with my eyes to start moving in that direction and I reach for the sensation of the wind on my face and body and it feels like a slightly cool breeze and I am now flying in my dream body. As I get to the canyon "entrance" I land due to the low clearance and find my self alternating between walking and crawling in a very cool scene that seems a lot like a dry cave but tons of light coming in on the far side that I want to get to and also light coming from the side I came in on. It was a very cool place to explore, but I love caves and canyons. It also reminded me of some of my favorite lucid dreams like the wall and childhood "treasures" found on the beach of the grassy sea (posted in my DJ on DV somewhere a good ways back). As I get to the end of the low clearance I fly up and out to the next bend in the canyon and think of one of the TOTM's and decide that an alien spaceship will be the right around the bend but nothing is there. I then decide it will be at the top of this canyon wall to my left and I fly up to the top of it and there it is a huge mega spaceship with an outer shell that is made up of many circular metal panels with lattice work in between, perhaps 100 circular panels on the side of the ship that I can see. I fly into the lattice work and I feel myself being pulled further into the craft with a fade to darkness at first but soon after a bright long and fairly wide hall appears that looks like a mall with humans walking around and a food place to my right. Perhaps the scenario is that the dream aliens created an environment where I would feel comfortable but I proceeded to treat it just like any dream scene. I tried to slow down one lady passing by, but she seemed in a hurry and I look ahead down the hallway/walkway of the "mall" and see a tall beautiful lady that looks slightly not of this world with her unusually big and stunningly attractive eyes.
(eyes were wider and bigger but this is close)
After the experience with the previous lady I made sure I would be able to stop her in her tracks by creating the back story of: "Finally we are reunited! It has been so long!" grasping both of her hands face to face and giving her a big wet kiss. I feel myself getting rather excited but I remember to calm down. I think of another TOTM, the pencil one and tell her I have something to show her and reach in my back pocket but coming up empty handed. I then ask her if she has a pencil and she pulls one out of her purse and I try to float it in the air in front of me and it disappears. I then walk over to the food place and ask the guy behind the counter for a pencil and he gives me one. I see an order stub on the counter and float the pencil with the tip touching the paper and tell it to draw something and it starts doodling. It looks like nothing more than a toddler's drawing but as I look closer, it looks like it morphs into words on the order stub. I wake and quickly use the bathroom in order to get back to dreaming, this time RCing to make sure I'm actually awake. I jot down a few keywords from the dream and a few quick drawings of the canyon arches and the alien craft lattice work and go back to bed, forgetting to write down the words that I remembered.
After playing with HH's for a while and deciding to doze off, I get a dream where the wife asks me where one of the bills is and if it has been paid. I said that I think I filed it already but I can check on the computer if I paid it. At the computer, the keyboard is missing and I ask my wife if she's seen it but then I find the keyboard unplugged and sitting on top of the computer desktop tower. I feel someone tugging on me in darkness and I realize I must have fallen asleep, maybe in front of the computer. Either way I treat the tugging as HHs not waking life and a scene forms where I am at an office elevator and a woman is asking me for directions. Already aware that I am dreaming I decide to see where the elevator takes me just like in last night's lucid, with a little excited anticipation. I don't remember anything but going up in the elevator before waking up needing to pee again and I decide to get up for the day.
Updated 01-16-2017 at 05:55 AM by 61674
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D1 Having sex dream , was happy and playful then white bedroom door open a chink meaning other people were up in house, so went for breakfast.
D2 - Talking to some dc who was suprised at my choice of choosing to go for a run along long walkway/ path up side of mountain.
At top was a very large white staidum, where a music concert was taking place. I could hear the music drifting as I came up to the entrance way. (Music from an anime I listened to last night)
There were large viewing halls with giant glass windows on one side looking into the centre of the stadium.
Each one I entered was very crowded with dcs wearing white shirts and black tailcoats serving guests.
One room had no one in so I entered, seeing a large white bird sitting on the top of a piano. Evidently people were scared of the bird so had not entered. When I went in it took of leaving its legs behind on the piano.
A Very strange dc looking like Manuel from fawlty towers went and removed the legs
(He went very close with his face next to mine as dcs often do in my dreams, peering into my face)
Song from dream:
WBTB - have drink of water and go bathroom
D3 - In a dress shop with black marble walls and floor. I am talking to the owners as the shop is closed at the moment. it is very bare with just mirrors and racks plus a changing room to one side.
I use my powers to make the room bigger but have to make the whole world bigger too to fit everything in.
The doors to the store are shaped like glass flower petals and very large half dome like things.
(I have seen shapes similar to these in a hotel dream I hadj
There are two to the front of the store which I thought was a room I could stay in but turns out to be a connecting corridor at the front of all the stores, that curves round.
I go out into this corridor which is curved glass on one side.
Entering the next room/store I recognise items from anime I have watched a soldier figurine from ergo proxy and mechanoid from outlaw star. I decide it is some kind of playroom.
I am lucid and use telekinesis to move the mechanoid from a hooped area. I find it very hard remembering that it is super heavy and could only be moved easily due to low gravity.
An very old lady wanders into room, I try to change her into someone else but fail
I immediately try mind control on her and tell her to do something she obeys. As she comes closer to me she freaks me out, with her white waxy skin and appearance.
I look around room for something else to try, seeing a folded partition wall, I try to open it with my powers but it hardly budges so I give up.
I go to fly out of the room but false awaken and drink sludge from a glass of water ick! then wake up for real.
I realise red and white soldier from ergo proxy, was ignored completely by me in dream as it was in waking state. I was puzzled by its exact meaning in anime but did not enquirer further.
This deliberate ignoring, I feel relates to also to other things relating to red and white (which has been very big dream sign for past year or so). It is my need for integration.
ok checked it out, It relates to a lost child from the past, that would make sense
Updated 01-14-2017 at 12:35 PM by 89275
Non-Lucid: I was in a flea market that I've never seen before & I was stealing things, mostly jewelry & eventually got caught but talked my way out of it. For whatever reason this dream was very long & boring really. I stole a whole lot of stuff.
But I've I made a short list of what I want to achieve in a lucid dream.
Ask a dream character a question
Draw something cool and produce it in waking reality
Listen to music and even play music and produce it in waking reality
I had a few dreams but they all had the same motif. I do not normally have many dreams of ppl I don't know IRL but I had a whole night of only that. I was jumping back & forth through time. Time travel seems to be a common theme for me. I was in a very old detailed house w/ a lot of big dark recessed paneled walls. In the future it had an outer space like feel. An enormous ship but I'm on the inside so I can only assume they were mother ships of some kind or at least that's what I'd compare it too. But people are not talking like that. We are just discussing the being in the past & now being in the future. The dreams themselves were very complex & detailed but I just can't explain it in a way to do it justice. And the same ppl stayed the same age which I found odd. I guess because I couldn't quite make things add up in my own mind, in turn it became even harder to write down.
Nothing recalled this night.
Notes: dream starts off non lucid with parasitic monsters, afterwards I meet Dexter. Later, school nightmare
Dexter: young skinny black male, with a giant fro, dressed like a nerd
Im inside a large building with multiple floors. On the first floor, there was a slaughter taking place. There were these parasitic alien monster creatures. I don't remember what they look like, only that once they take a host body the host only has moments before they horrifically die. Soldiers were trying to contain the situation, but all I remember were panicked shouts and gunfire.
Me and a few others try to escape the battlefield by going to one of the upper floors. We were in the upper floors for awhile when we noticed it was quiet again outside. Is the battle over? We go back to the first floor. There was only one parasite left. Right before our eyes, it takes the form of a young blonde woman.
She acts like she has no idea that she's actually a parasite alien in human form. She tries to talk friendly with us and just wants to know where she is. We sorta run from her! Not understanding, she runs with us. We try to act coy around her, see if we can get away without her realizing what were doing.
We all sneak into an elevator and watch the doors close with her on the otherside. She quickly wedges her hands between the door and enters the elevator. Her expression is cross! Some of us step outside the elevator, still trying to act coy. But then they decide thats too obvious and step back in. The scene was dumb and just seems to go back and forth.
First we go up to the top most floor, but realizing we can't do anything up here we quickly change plans and go back down to the first floor. The parasite girl is still with us and I feel she's starting to figure it out.
As soon as the elevator doors open on the first floor I bolt! Im racing towards the windows. The building was wierd here! The wall was glass, so I can see the happy green courtyard on the other side. Beneath the glass was a strip of stone wall, it had cut out shapes that acted like windows. I jump through the cut out shape into the courtyard. I drop my heavy backpack on the ground and run past some soldiers standing guard. I decide I'm thirsty, so I go back to my backpack for a quick sip of water.
The parasite girl is exiting the building with everyone else! I run past the guards and start to fly away, flying over the stone walls and a canopy.
Once I flew above the canopy, the dream scene changed. As I was flying low to the ground, I noticed a young man also flying. He turns to face me and I somehow recognize him. He's a young black man, skinny with a huge fro. He seems to recognize me too. Seeing him makes me lucid.
I have a false memory of meeting him with a group of other dreamers, he introduced himself as "Dexter!"
"That's right, I told everyone my name but no one told me theirs"
I'm convinced Dexter is another dreamer, so I follow him around and harass him. "What's your last name?"
But he says something paranoid about giving out personal information. So instead of his last name, he gives me a bunch of numbers. We walk into a closet? He gets out a piece of paper and writes out the numbers. His facebook account number? And a password? I was able to remember the numbers.......for a moment.
When we walk out the closet were in some place that looks like an antique shop, but then I realize its all nerd merchandise. Dexter himself looks like the biggest nerd of all. He asks me if I like one of my pokemons. I tell him I barely play the game!
I think about inviting him to my local anime chapter, but then I get the impression that he lives in some other state.
Dexter seemed busy, that or he was trying to ignore me by looking at all the items. He walks out into a garden and pays attention to all of its details. But I'm still harassing him. "I can't remember those numbers. It doesn't even make sense to give me numbers, you should know most people can't remember numbers like that."
He turns around and smiles and says "Water boy. Dexter Water Boy" I assumed that was a nick name having something to do with avatar. He laughs and begins to tell me a story "About numbers, there was this one time I was trying to acquire information in a dream, like espionage........"
But I drifted awake right then. I woke up just a few minutes before my intended alarm for WBTB. I was awake for a good while after, probably too long. Id given up on doing a WILD and just passed out instead.
School Nightmare X1000
I wake up into a false awakening, where I get up and get ready. I'm late for my college classes! Except, I can't remember what classes I'm taking, what's the class room, or what time! How many weeks has school been in session? How many weeks have I missed? Am I failing? I don't remember doing my homework or projects.
Mom asks me if I'm almost ready to go, "another minute!" I'm trying to figure out how the hell I can log into the school website and figure out what I'm supposed to do. But I dont remember my password!
Should I just go to school and see if I can just figure it out?
Then a thought forms in my head and slowly surfaces "The reason I can't remember my classes is.......I'm not enrolled this semester. I don't have classes. Of course I don't have classes, I'm a graduate!"
then I wake up for real this time
Non-Lucid: I keep having the same kind of dreams. I see things, ppl & events happening that are just out of the ordinary but other ppl can't see them. I saw ppl jumping off of a cliff like place but they would float down but others don't see them. It's a common theme. But when my husband is in these dreams he knows exactly what I'm talking about & he sees the same things. It's like we are a team.
I'm in a really good place in my life right now after taking some time for my family. I feel good, I'm emotionally good & now my husband went back to work after his vacation. I'm sad he is going back but I'm sad "for him" not because of it. He just turned 55 this week & his 35 yrs at his job has made him sad. It bothers him that he feels enslaved of sorts to the system. Where normally a person would be proud that they had a steady job that long, he doesn't feel that way. I can't figure how all of this applies to my dreams.
I'm finally back. My daughter had to have her baby early due to her gestational diabetes which occurs in some women during pregnancy but goes away afterwards & the baby had a low amount of fluid around her. Both are doing just fine but this did cause me to be off of here for the first time ever. I had not missed one day of logging but oh well. I continued my time off because my husband had to take all 3 weeks of his vacation that was left which meant I needed to take time off to spend it w/ him. I also had to deal w/ parents who came into town after I had to host Christmas. I'm actually exhausted after the holidays & am glad it's over. I now have a hole where my pinky finger meets my hand that you could put a pencil eraser in. I got a cut & it got infected & it finally started to drain which is gross, painful & annoying. But I'm back anyway. I'll log an actual dream tomorrow, lol.
For some reason Mike got sick & has been for over 3 weeks. He NEVER gets sick but maybe some small 1 day event a year. I guess I finally caught it. He has a crazy good immune system where mine is almost non existent. My nose won't stop running & I have a fever. I've slept most of the day w/ horrible dream recall. Then I woke up to find I had to spend 3 hrs of dealing w/ the phone idiots over keeping my phone number while I changed carries over to my new iphone (which is really cool so far). I will comment on other peoples pages when I feel better but right now I just want to go back to sleep. I have yet to miss an entry since I began DV & I will continue to do that unless I just absolutely can't.
No recall. Been up for almost 2 days straight trying to work on backing up our iphones & making a million new accounts & passwords. I hope I sleep in late tomorrow. My new phone still has no service cuz we are waiting for the transfer of my existing number. I do not want a new number. I'm sure others can relate to the stress of buying new iphones.