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    1. The rose garden, aiming and missing

      by , 09-30-2014 at 08:51 PM
      After going lucid and abandoning the storyline I'd been in, I'm walking to a simple full-length mirror leaning against a wall. I focus on my intended destination - the rose garden, a meeting place. As I place my hands through the glass, I lose all visuals. My hands sink into the glass as far as my wrists, but no further. The 'hole' beyond the surface of the mirror that acts as a portal isn't open enough. I can feel jagged edges against my right wrist, as opposed to the heavy liquid-like feeling of the portal. It's like I've broken open a hole in a frozen lake. I stay focused on the destination and mentally dig at those edges until they give.

      I can feel a wall of thorns all around me so that I can't move. I still have no visuals, I think of this as between scenes. I'm annoyed at myself - this is the barrier around the garden, I shouldn't have had to deal with this at all. It was an error in focus, thinking about roses and sharp edges. I try to correct my focus but find myself waking up.
      (Though it wound up being a false awakening. Visuals returned when I 'woke up.')
    2. Ripples in Time

      by , 09-30-2014 at 06:02 PM
      Morning of September 30, 2014. Tuesday.



      This was a very long and epic dream, but with only a few clearer coherent parts left over.

      I am traveling through time somehow for whatever reason. I am with my wife Zsuzsanna and several unknown friendly people, seemingly from different time periods, both from the past and the supposed future. It almost seems like some sort of “wagon train through time”, but also like a tourist excursion in some ways. In a way, this is literal for the time being as we actually are part of a large wagon train moving through the west, possibly in the 1860s.

      There are about four or five wagons and several people walking or riding horses. At one point, a group of soldiers approaches us. They want some of our food to feed their own people. (This scene seems partly borrowed from “The Desperate Mission”, a 1969 television movie with Ricardo MontalbŠn - but it has not been that recently that I had seen it.)

      We are somewhat hesitant to share our food but decide to do so to avoid trouble with the soldiers. The mood remains cheerful for the most part. At one point, I become aware of a large storage area which first looks like an outdoor “cellar” of some sort. I go down into it on my own and look around. There is one opening near one wall of this featureless underground room. I think that this might be a good place to stay for awhile as well as store our food and belongings for a time.

      From this point, my dream takes on a very strange and intense vividness and perspective. Under the underground room I am in (which is mostly concrete or stone) is a huge structure supposedly built in the more distant past, possibly the late 1700s, and is apparently some sort of gigantic underground utility building (though I am uncertain if it was ever above ground) - perhaps once used for storing wheat or general supplies for a (unknown) community. It is like a huge three-dimensional mandala (facing upwards) of a fairly simple design. It is made out of thousands of thin boards and dowels as well as other lumber and seems mostly intact and creates the impression of a greatly enlarged wicker-like structure (almost like a greatly enlarged surreal Easter basket). I am able to look between parts of it, through a few different sections, and get the impression of an almost bottomless depth under it, into the darkness. The sight continues to fill me with awe and I wonder how people could have built this structure, especially underground and with apparently no stronger support (or places to stand on or be secured to while building) - even more-so, the fact there does not seem to be a foundation or “bottom” to it to hold up the rest over what otherwise seems a “bottomless pit” to possibly the core of the planet.

      Eventually, it seems to be related to a portal into another time period and we are eventually in the 1950s. My two youngest sons are there and playing a cheap handheld game, apparently from the 2030s that I think is able to project a holographic gaming environment around the player, rendered at various levels of opacity and translucence. People from the 1950s, mostly younger people, do not seem to take notice to the anachronistic presence of other things from elsewhere including the wagon train outside the school-like building we are in. I am aware of a red Cadillac outside, which may be our new form of time travel somehow, with all the members of our “team” having one. (This is possibly an association with “Cadillacs and Dinosaurs”.)

      My dream eventually decays into completely bizarre imagery. It relates to having watched the second movie in a series of three with the third supposedly being the strangest and the least-liked by the public. I seem to be watching part of it on the wall of the Cubitis living room to the right of the entry point into the hallway.

      It is the image of an (unknown) male’s face (which actually appears in a row with at least five or six others above another row which shows the upper halves of bodies) except that his mouth is from an emoticon or more like a composite of a real mouth and that of an emoticon. It rotates clockwise (as if through a software process) from being a smile but stops before making a complete frown so that the mouth is then sideways. It is almost like a malfunctioning “slot machine” but of radial symmetry relative to the “mouth section”. During this time I contemplate why I am watching such an absurd movie with my youngest sons and probably will not watch the third in the series. This may loosely relate to having seen people use the wrong emoticon for the message they want to relate. For example, I have seen people use random emoticons without knowing the meaning, particularly the eye-rolling one. I have also seen strange characters that do not show correctly in my browser, which appear like pieces of slot-machine displays.

      Updated 08-13-2015 at 06:26 PM by 1390

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      memorable
    3. Doctor Who-Themed Dream Fragment

      by , 09-30-2014 at 05:03 PM (The Lab Notebook)
      Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary written while awake]

      I'm in an episode of Doctor Who that takes place in a big, artificial, vertical column that connects the center of the earth with outer space. I am the current companion, but I'm still me. The conflict in the episode centers around whether or not to set off a bomb at the bottom of the shaft that will blow up the Earth. Different characters present convincing arguments for both setting it off and not setting it off. The Doctor and I, of course, are trying to stop it from being set off. Also, there's a time loop, so we get to go back to earlier in time and get a second chance at stopping it from being set off. At some point [I think during the second loop], I become lucid and enjoy the experience. At the top of the shaft, which is in space, I have to jump through empty space and through a small, circular hole to get into an enclosed space that has air. It's a little scary, but I make it.

      [This was a pretty cool dream, and I wish I could remember it in more detail.]
    4. Fish/Underwater Maze, Roger/My Old House, and Wanting Coffee At the Mall

      by , 09-30-2014 at 02:08 PM (Krista's Dream Journal)
      Dream - Lucid

      I was in some maze-type thing with some other people, I think my husband was one of them. It was like an underwater/fish theme. When you'd go down a new passageway, it would change the "story" or whatever was going on. If you went back, the story would change back.

      I was then sleeping on the ground somewhere. I had fallen asleep with the TV on (which took up an entire wall; it was like a projector) showing colorful fish and underwater stuff. It was some kind of documentary or something. I woke up and it was still on. I thought about how Dallas had left it on, but I actually liked that he did; I seemed to sleep well with it on.


      ~

      I was with a lot of people, many were guys. We were outside. We were about to star going back to high school. I was really focused on one in particular named Roger (no one I know IWL). He was tall and thin with light brown hair that came about his shoulders. I was watching him interacting with someone else. He then came up to me and we started to talk. I felt an intense connection with him. I wouldn't say I had a crush on him, but the feeling was similar, only it was a deep friendship kind of feeling. We would hold hands and stuff, but it was just because we were so close to one another. He did tell me that he had had a crush on me before. I don't remember my response. I remember us interlocking our pinkies. I think we even pinky promised something.

      I then was walking with him in the courtyard from my high school. We were holding hands and I was telling him that I was supposed to start my senior year, but I didn't have to because I'd already been a senior once before so I probably wasn't going to. He was supposed to be a senior as well.

      Then, I was somewhere else. I believe Roger was still there with me. There were many people around. Connie, a lady I used to work with was also there. I was seeing what was happening from an angled above view. Connie said she felt like she was going to throw up, and then walked a little towards her right and out of my line of sight. I heard her vomiting. She then was saying she liked her brand, new empty salon. As I was thinking "All except for the puke", someone else said the same thing.

      I was then in a house that I lived in when I was 4-5 years old. It was a huge wooden house. We, for some reason, still had some of our furniture in there. In the foyer, there was a huge, elegant dresser with a huge mirror. It was mine, but we had had no place to move it because it was so big, so we left it. I made a comment about it and looked in the mirror at myself. The mirror was so big it was like a full length, and I could see my whole body in it.

      I was then sitting at a table with my dad and a few people in the family that now owned the house. The people who owned it now were Indian. One, a man, was trying to tell my dad that they were going to charge him this HUGE amount of money, I'm talking thousands, to keep the things in the house.
      "Like always," he said, referring to the fact that that price was normal.
      I then chimed in, because I knew that wasn't right.
      "We used to LIVE here!!" I said in argument; we knew that the price was too high because we ourselves had lived there, and it wasn't that high then.
      The man who had been speaking fell silent. I looked in an entryway in front of me and saw one of their sons, who was a teenager. He was standing in the doorway.


      ~

      I was doing something for these two little girls, one older (about 7) and one younger (about 5). Their mother was there. I don't remember what exactly, but I want to say I was decorating a cake. I finished, and then I gave each of them a pair of black panty hose to put on. My fingernail caught on one pair, but I didn't see any damage. They put them on right there (they were wearing short skirts). The older one said hers had a run. I looked and saw a long run behind one of her knees.

      I then was in the mall. Dallas was there, and someone else I believe. I wanted to get a coffee, a particular kind that was unique to the place I wanted to go, and remembered the coffee shop that had been there (that I worked at IWL; a different one than the one I usually am referring to), but it had closed. I then "remembered" that they had reopened it briefly (this is in reference to another dream I had a few years ago about them reopening). But then, I also "remembered" that they had to close again, and now there was an eyebrow waxing place there (true IWL). I made a comment about wanting the coffee drink to Dallas and asked if there were any other coffee places in the mall. I was trying to remember if there were any, but alas, I knew there weren't. Dallas then said that the coffee shop I was thinking about earlier had reopened. I asked him if he was sure it was still there. He said he thought so. I then said I didn't think it was; it was "BrowArt" now.
    5. Trains in China

      by , 09-30-2014 at 12:35 PM (Lucid Time!)
      I can recall I am with a large group of people, including family, vacationing in China. We are in a large, developed city that is testing this new elevated rail system. The elevated rail, at some points goes very far above ground level and connects near the top of some of the skyscrapers.
      I can recall getting on it. There is a violent storm rolling in and my run is the last run before they are closing down the rail for the storm. It is already starting to rain, and there are violent lightning strikes and howling winds blowing.
      The train comes to one of the places where the track goes very high off of the ground. It stops, and then a portion of the track begins moving up, like an elevator, carrying the train with it. We are lifted high above the city, and we see that the high up rail runs across the rooftops of some of the buildings in the area.
      There was some aspect to the dream, like somebody had taken the wrong train and we were trying to find them in this vast city. I found myself to be annoyed by this, because I just wanted to ride the train, and not have to worry about tracking down others.
      Being on the train is strangely very relaxing. There was a heater that made it warm and comfortable.


      There was some other part of the dream, where I was in the same city. I was driving and my dad and some Chinese man were sitting in the back. I was supposed to be taking them out to dinner or something but I didn't know how to navigate, all of the road signs were in Chinese.
      There was also some aspect to it, like I had to find a restaurant that had a good view of the ocean. I saw that some skyscrapers had missing windows due to the storm that had rolled in.
      I think I ended up getting into a bad car accident and waking myself up.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    6. Beginning to Dream Journal Again

      by , 09-30-2014 at 11:22 AM (One Up Seeker)
      1. I was in some kind of building. It had white polished tile on the ground and white walls. I remember being in an operation room in an operation chair, just sitting down. This operation room that I was in was darker than the rest of the building. The lights were off in this room and the only visible light was that from other rooms. My 3 really close friends came into the room and stood next to me, and we talked for a little bit.
      I remember leaving the operation room sometime later. As I exited the room and walked down the hallway I saw Isabelle, a friend from school. I went up to her and talked to her. After a minute or so of talking she asked me, "Hey Cory, do you want to maybe hang out later?". I could tell that she way basically asking me out, and she was very nervous when asked me. I said, "Sure, like a chill sesh or what?", and she replied "Yeah".
      I thought this a little weird, but I didn't tell her that I wasn't interested in her for some reason.
      Categories
      Uncategorized
    7. The Party Ark in Venice

      by , 09-30-2014 at 09:45 AM
      Monday, 29th September 2014

      Moon Cycle: 30% illuminated waxing crescent in Sagittarius
      Tarot card: 9 of Pentacles
      Mayan Calender: White Resonant Wizard

      Dream

      I appeared to be in the shallow dock yards of Venice. The long and wide megalithic canal walls where lined with many open topped boats and people sat and enjoyed their sundowners. Our boat was old, unpainted and wooden resembling a small version of Noah's Ark.

      My friends steered on deck as I jumped off and pushed the boat outward, a little journey was in order. As the ark began to move I noticed my friends where fooling around and not controling the rudder to steer. The Ark now headed toward some other expensive looking yachts. Luckily the people on the other yacht soon realised danger and swiftly moved just in time.
      "Idiots!" I think to myself about my friends.

      The crew from the yacht that we almost just hit into shot us disapproving death stares, and signalled to the coast guard security closeby, who had seen everything anyway.

      They signalled us to come over immediately.
      "Uh-oh...now we're in shit",I exclaimed out loud. My mind immediatly asked if we had any illegal substances on the boat...its wasn't our boat and who knows what could have been stowed away.
      I sat in the front of the ark,legs hanging of each side, steering toward the coast guard.

      As we got closer a short man tanned with a mustauche climed down the ladder from the watch tower to receive us.
      Beaming my most sincere smile, I greeted with a "how are you sir" as if the previous events didnt occour.
      Strangely, the guard was cheerily friendly and we began a conversation consisting of unrelated small talk.

      After observing his body language and facial expressions for a while I soon realised that he was intoxicated and merely was looking for another drink from any unsuspecting citizen.
    8. If I Was High

      by , 09-30-2014 at 04:09 AM (Xanous' Dream Journal)
      #366 - DILD - 2:15AM

      My memory is bad on this one but its a dry spell breaker.

      I am laying in bed trying sleep and I have some strange thoughts thinking about when I was in high school I would get high and eat something and then sleep like a baby. I wish I could do that now. I sigh and roll over. I notice my body feels very light causing me to recognize that I am in a dream. I become lucid and think I have entered SP very early in the night. I struggle to move and exit but I think I lose lucidity or just have an FA.

      I don't recall much here but I know I was chatting on Skype with OpheliaBlue, CanisLucidus, and Dreamer about lucid dreaming. Maybe it was more of a memory, but I regain lucidity because of and enter some more SP sensations. I am really close to getting the past this, but something smacks into my back and I think someone has woken me up, ruining my "WILD".

      I am at a very strange version of work and I think that I have only been asleep for an hour. The dream ends.

      Updated 10-08-2014 at 11:46 PM by 5967

      Categories
      lucid
    9. 09/29/2014 - Fragments: Untitled, "Decisions, Decisions..."

      by , 09-30-2014 at 02:18 AM (Oneironaut Zero: Dreamwalker Chronicles)
      09-29-2014
      Fragment One
      Untitled

      A bunch of friends and I were hanging out in my old garage. Eventually, we got into doing acrobatics, and I came to find out that I was able to do some pretty insane moves. It seemed as if I were defying gravity as I easily landed aerials, b-twists and all kinds of other flips and spins. I began to wonder about how I suddenly had these skills but was not able to become lucid.


      Fragment Two
      "Decisions, Decisions..."

      I was in a classroom or workshop (or something), and my roommate was there. There was a lot of commotion going on, and I remember my roommate vaulting over a desk. It turns out that we were about to be invaded and attacked by some sort of evil horde, though I can't remember who (or what) they were. My anxiety turned to excitement, as I realized I was dreaming. My mind raced to try and remember what it was I wanted to do, but I was being distracted by the impending chaos around me. I remembered the experiment, and what I needed to do...but I also wanted to fight. The idea of a coming invasion made me absolutely giddy in my lucidity. Deciding that (just maybe) there was a chance that I could get back to my primary objective, after having a little fun, first, I decided to hold off on my experiment and focus on the inevitable battle.

      Unfortunately, that's all I can remember. What a waste!

      Updated 11-04-2014 at 10:49 PM by 2450 (Format changes)

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid , side notes
    10. Abandoned House

      by , 09-30-2014 at 01:43 AM
      In this dream I live in a big two-story house with a decent amount of land; I believe it is quite a few acres. The land is full of big oak trees, pine trees, and grassy areas. There is this other two-story house probably 300 to 500 feet away from our main house. We own it as well, but it is abandoned. The front door is missing, and the minimal number of windows makes it look dark and creepy. The building has not been decorated. The walls are plain, or at least they were plain concrete-colored walls until some kids spray painted nearly every part of it. The paint wasn't art, as it mainly consisted of tags and other creepy phrases. Glass is shattered throughout the building, and many concrete blocks have been destroyed.
      My friend, "Prez", is notorious for going there. He spends his time there with friends but he doesn't paint the place. I was looking at the building from my house, and my parents approached me. "I don't want you to hang out with him" They said. "He goes to the building." It feels like it's just another spot teenagers go to do teenager things and like we don't own it. Even though it's so close to my house, I've never been there. Even though it's so close to my house, so many kids hang out there, and so many illegal activities have been committed. I disregard my parents statements and hang out with Prez anyway. We are in the building and I take note of all the details of the place. The big ball-room like structure and all the glass shattered all over the place. I noticed columns holding the building have collapsed as well. We are in the eastern part of the building. It feels like this place is haunted.
      After a while my parents arrive. They aren't happy I'm here. Meanwhile, as this is happening, I didn't notice it at the time, but the dreamscape changed. It was like I was in one of those 3D Modeling computer programs. That's the best I can explain it. The building was still there but it seemed like I was on a grid that was already designed but the background was all black. Anyway, my parents are here now and they are tired of kids coming here. They started coming up with ideas on how to stop this. The idea that they seemed to like the most was to make the place look less creepy. We painted the walls white, and painted cartoon suns on the walls too. Teenagers can't get the thrill of being in a so called "haunted" building when it's a lot brighter and there are cartoon pictures painted on the walls. Even though it was ours, they still wanted to avoid being seen by cops. We did this stealthily.
    11. Nap Dream

      by , 09-30-2014 at 12:39 AM

      I was with my cousin and a friend of my brothers. My brother's friend was going to leave so he asked for a hug from my cousin. I knew they were dating but I said something rude to the both of them.After that my brother's friend got mad and was going to say something but my cousin told him to ignore me. The dream changed after that and I was outside in a place where people were taking a class. But I couldn't really see them or me. I just heard one of the students say "I'm not gonna take a class about something I already know. I don't want to know about the other auras, what I want to know more about is the orange and blue aura". There was also two small color squares in front of me that were light blue and orange. Looked like the squares you see on a ms paint color pallet.After that the dream ended.

      Categories
      non-lucid
    12. Entry 12

      by , 09-29-2014 at 10:00 PM
      Yard Dream
      I had a dream I missed the bus so my dad wanted to go out into the woods so I packed some stuff like food for the journey. I took the last stick of string cheese and started eating that on the way out. When we were outside in my yard, time skips and this cougar comes out of the woods, in the dream we call it a cougar but looking back it was actually a dingo. It starts circling me and my dad tells me to kill it so I take this branch to defend myself from it and we just walk in circles, every time it jumps at me I bonk it on the head with the thick stick, and after a long while my dad takes a long makeshift spear and stabs it in the head, and then my dream ends.




      weird
    13. Cursed golden coins

      by , 09-29-2014 at 09:45 PM (Percy's Void of Thoughts)
      29.09.2014
      Cursed golden coins (Non-lucid)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      In this dream I was a warrior and it appeared to be in the 1500s. I was in some sort of barracks with some soldiers. We were talking about our battles until we noticed that one fellow warrior died. As soon as the news spread, one of the other warriors just fled.

      There were a lot of gold coins around and it appears we won them during countless battles:







      I grabbed the coins and shouted, "We believe in our king! We have these thanks to him!"

      A voice from the distance said, "Takes these away. Toss them! They are cursed! These are cursing all the net!"

      I did not feel these could be cursed so just placed them in my pockets and wondered if the war ended.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    14. Fragments related to girls and exes

      by , 09-29-2014 at 09:45 PM (Percy's Void of Thoughts)
      29.09.2014
      Fragments related to girls and exes (Non-lucid)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      - Someone was at home doing a contest from a newspaper and it seems that is was a very hard challenge.
      - Young with a girlfriend.
      - She saw a CV and asked him out.
      - I was there and I was like "what the heck?"
      - Someone almost broke up with her. She was confused.
      - There were other exes and wanted to break up with them all.
      - She said she loved me.
      - She turned into a brunette five year old with a red dress







      - I said I could consider if she was grown up, and asked for the grown adult version of her.
      -She rushed to the toilet.
      Had two FAs and turned lucid on both of them but both dreamlets flashed through me until I woke up for real.
      Categories
      dream fragment
    15. Not Quite Movie Night

      by , 09-29-2014 at 04:03 PM
      Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

      Lucid #241: Not Quite Movie Night

      I wander into a still-lit movie theater and see my cousin ďSUĒ sitting next to one of his close college friends on his right, his two children on the left. How cool that theyíre here! Iím looking forward to joining them for the movie, and the positive emotions remind me of dreaming, making me lucid.

      Even though Iím lucid, I still want to walk down and join them for the movie just the same. As Iím about to head down, though, I realize that Iím not wearing a shirt. This bothers me, so I turn around, expecting to find a shirt on the seats behind me.

      And there it is, a black polo shirt! Unfortunately, thereís also a discarded condom lying next to it. It doesnít look obviously ďusedĒ but still, eww. I force-push it away with a wave of my hand and it sails out of sight. Unfortunately, even though I donít physically touch it, I still feel it slap the back of my hand. Gross, glad thatís over!

      I grab the shirt and put it on over my head. Itís getting hung up on my big head and just generally twisting around and seeming to go on forever no matter how much I pull it down. I remember my intent to perform a Task of the Month with Dreamer and start getting really antsy that Iím stuck doing this silly errand instead.

      I address Dreamer, saying something like, ďI canít believe this! Iím really trying to find you!Ē

      I flail around in the shirt and Dreamerís voice responds: ďRelax, stop strugglingÖĒ Yeah, sheís rightÖ I relax my mind and put my arms up in a confident show-off pose and the shirt slips right on! The theater is still the same, but feels a little less stable now. I lunge for the back of someoneís seat, feeling a little worried about how stable the scene is, and the dream darkens into the void.

      I open my eyes and see a dresser with a strange shape on it. Even closer to me is Wife, the two of us lying on our stomachs, facing one another during the nap. (Iím still dreaming, but this is precisely how we fell asleep together for this nap.) Wife looks completely lifelike, but I know Iím still dreaming and that this is a false awakening. I try to move my left arm, but I canít... my mind has even simulated REM atonia! I marvel for a moment at the deadened feeling of my left arm before attempting an OBE-style roll out of my body. The dream doesnít hold together through this, though, and
      I wake up.