I was on the top floor of some sort of indoor skyscraper. There was a sign with rules for people who wanted to go down, so I barley glanced at it and started walking down the stairs. I walk down a flight, everything's hunky dory until I start going down this one section, and one of the stairs crumples under my weight. I lose my balance for a second, but I'm holding onto the rail, so I step onto the trim that's on the wall, and make my way down like that. I turn around, and see Santa Claus stepping out of a square shaped hole in the wall. He looks at me and asks "Why didn't you follow the rules?" 'I didn't even look at them.' was the best response I could think of. He walks away like he's disappointed in me.
I was half-asleep when this one came to me. It's mixed in with details of what I was reading when I dozed off and I can remember a bit of a story! I am in a boarding school - the buildings are somewhat old. All are built in different colours of brick as far as I can see. I'm eating lunch at a small, square table in the large canteen - a little ways off I can see a white brick pillar capped with brown bricks, and beyond it a broad vague expanse. A girl is sitting across from me, but she's nobody I know. She's eating a hot dish - it looks to me like white rice covered with a thick layer of tomato sauce and then sprinkled with walnuts (would this actually taste good???). I notice and register that our school should be a nut-free one, but pass it off thinking that perhaps she brought her own food. I am allergic to nuts. A teacher (who I recognise) approaches us and sits near our table. As she's talking, for some reason I decide to try a bite of my companion's dish. Chewing absentmindedly, I suddenly remember that I can't eat nuts and spit out the one in my mouth. I see it's been slightly chewed and I feel myself start breathing faster as fear bolts through my body. Meanwhile, the teacher has left some time before without my noticing. Hurrying up to my dorm room I tell myself that this is just a panic reaction and I'll be fine, since I didn't even swallow. I arrive at the door to my room. The dormitories are laid out along open-air walkways which form a square around a central courtyard and rise for several levels, all in the same white and brown brick: the balconies are white, capped with brown. The walls of the building are brown. A blond-haired boy steps out in front of me and begins speaking, but I push past him and begin heading back downstairs - when I realise I was in such a rush that I forgot to pick up my EpiPen. So I run back, get it, and go back to lunch. But I never suffer an allergic reaction. Later, a Christmas celebration. Most of the school is crowded into the brown-brick church. It's Victorian-style and reminds me of the chapel on the grounds of another well-known boarding school. Organ music drifts across the snowy churchyard to our ears as we wait for the service to begin. I am outside the church, skipping the service with my friends, the chilly air chafing harshly against my face, and the snow still falling.
6.9.2023 Bedtime 1:00am. Woke up around 3:40am and took notes on the following dreams: Fragments: (1) I’m upstairs in a house. It is windy outside. I’m rummaging around, looking for a particular stuffed animal I think. I’m talking to the other stuffed animals as I do so... (2) Walking along the sidewalk in an old town. It’s dark, and the town is mostly empty and run-down. There is a noise like gunshots, and I go running around a corner to hide. Not because I actually think anyone is shooting at me, but because “it’s boring in this town and I might as well pretend that something is going on”. I then walk back the way I came and look for an open business that I can go into... (3) My Mom and I are sitting at a table (?) next to a wall. Someone drops a candy stick over the wall. I catch it, although I feel like my Mom needed it for something. We’re using the candy sticks for something, and she needed a specific one. I sample it, and think it might be grape, which my mother didn’t really want/need anyway... (4) Something about a palm tree up on a sort of ledge... Back to sleep. Woke up again and looked at the clock at 7:39am. Remembered the following dreams: Christmas It is Christmas, or Christmas Eve. My Dad is coming out, and I’m a bit worried that I didn’t buy enough presents for everyone (especially my Dad – I feel like I’m one short). But surely I did buy enough, I just don’t remember them all at the moment...right? I’m a bit nervous. I think my Dad arrives, and I go upstairs to wrap presents. I see that I have a couple things for him – a shirt that I just picked up being one of them. The presents are kind of boring, but at least I have three of them. When I wrap them, I notice that the wrapping paper is kind of transparent, which is disappointing. Then I realize that my mother has joined me in my room. I think she is gift wrapping also. I quickly try to hide the presents that I bought for her, but am worried that she saw them already. Then she leaves and I go back to wrapping, wondering if I should try to buy something else last-minute for her. Also, it turns out that R, a girl I know from the University, is coming. She and I had apparently gone out together a while back, and there is some ambiguity as to whether or not we are dating now. I don’t really want to date her, I don’t think. I think about buying something else for her last minute as well. These fragments might be part of the same dream: ...Outside, we have a garden. It is kind of weedy though. My parents are talking about something, maybe about the garden. Also, we have some chickens that are supposed to be laying eggs soon. My mother has been looking for eggs, but hasn’t found any yet. I see a couple eggs next to the house. They are huge and long, and look more like squash than eggs. We take them inside... ...Doing something in the kitchen sink. Someone says something about having to have the stinky mugs there while cooking, or something. (There was a scene with tea or something, that might have happened around here). There is also something about the sink leaking (?), and my Mom finding out that that could do damage to the foundation of the house (?)... The Cowboy and the Inventor Petting a dog. It might be one of the dogs we had when I was younger. I tell her she’s a good dog. Then I’m reading a book. In this book, a man is walking back from somewhere at night. It is supposed to become a little scary, with him meeting a ghost. But as the story progresses it turns out a little differently than expected. There is a stage coach. What looks like a person made of energy floats out of the stage coach (mostly invisible to people, I think). It messes with people. In one scene, it opens a shed door, which almost falls on someone. A guy standing there points it out just in time for the person to either dodge it or to catch the door before it falls on him. It turns out that this is some scientific advancement, and the inventor is trying to show it off to people. There is a conversation in which some cowboy-type and the inventor (who is wearing a black outfit and a priest’s collar) are discussing what might be going on. The inventor suggests that perhaps this whole thing is just someone trying to educate people. The cowboy disagrees – saying that whoever would do this kind of thing would be untrustworthy. Meanwhile, there is some gooey stuff in a creek below. The inventor decides it would be a good idea just to leave without revealing his invention. He gathers up the gooey stuff I think, and climbs back into the stagecoach with a woman. The cowboy then introduces himself as “Pee Pee Pee Pee Ho Ho”. The inventor and the woman drive away, singing a song to a tune closely matching the Funky Chicken. The words are as follows: Pee Pee Pee Pee Ho Ho Pee Pee Pee Pee Ho Ho Pee Pee Pee Pee Ho Ho Pee Pee Pee Pee Ho Ho Fragment: (5) Looking at houses, thinking to myself that some of them were built more recently than others. Something about the power lines...
I'm imagining a landscape. It is becoming more and more real. Snowy trees are created in front of me and the ground is like that of a forest. There are some houses present too. I am afraid that I might wake up if I try to reach my hand forward and that my real hand will grab my quilt. After some time I am certain it is a dream and I try to create my arm so that I can reach forward. I see my hand and I'm happy that it's a dream. The dream becomes unstable and I am not able to stay in it. Notes: I think that I entered the dream as it was created. It was a memorable experience either way. I'm at a restaurant with some people. There is a table 5 meters in front of me where a lightly dressed girl is waiting for a very big guy. She is doing some kind of gesture to him and he walks to her. New fragment. It's christmas and a lot of people are in a small room waiting for presents. Everyone is going to get one present each. I get some kind of white electronic device shaped like an L. A woman really wants my present and tries to convince me that she should have it. She bothers me for quite some time until the dream ends.
11/27/20 I am with mark weins He is a swinger with some norwegians He wears pink lace underwear 2069 I am on a layover in texas, Ben asks if we can hang out before my next flight, I agree. He picks me up and we drive back to his parents house without notice. When we get to his house he gives me a small black electronic device I do not recognize. It kind of looks like a small digital camera with a display on the back and buttons on top but I don't know how to turn it on. The house is incredibly large with hundreds of rooms and a grand foyer which has been extensively decorated for Christmas. Multiple floors overlook the entrance room with many hallways coming from various directions. It is reminiscent of the house from Home Alone only it is cartoonishly large. I gather that this is mostly Ben's family and extended family. Only there are almost a hundred people scattered about running their own unique intentions saying goodbyes and everyone seems to be in a hurry. I gather that the adults are dropping off their kids of various ages and they are all going on some adult outing together. I do not recognize anyone, everyone is quite comfortable and I get the impression this is a yearly occurrence for everyone involved. The kids all form their own little friendship groups as if they were being dropped at summer camp. No one recognizes me and I don't even see his parents anywhere. I was traveling and forgot what time I needed to be back at the airport. I do not have my ticket but remember I had a picture of it on my phone. Looking at the time I realized my layover was only 45 minutes and I have been in this house much longer than that. I was somewhat anxious but am now resigned to the realization I have missed my flight and now am only looking for Ben. Walking up stairs and checking hallways I decide to start walking into rooms, they are all different shapes with different groups of people in them having their own little social gatherings. I lean against a large papasan chair that has a smooth leather jacket hanging on the side. As soon as I do a smug looking short haired blonde teenager appears and immediately starts chastising me for wrinkling his perfectly smooth leather jacket. He points to me as I am wearing my members only jacket and insults me saying I wouldn't care because I'm already wearing a wrinkled leather jacket. I'm inclined to agree. I move along. I understand that there are going to be 50+ people all staying in this house in various rooms scattered all about. Only the adults were leaving one by one couple by couple out the grand entrance, assuming they are all congregating in front of the house for their adventure. I do not know where they are going but they are all excited to leave their kids and the kids are apathetic/happy to be with their friends. I cannot find Ben anywhere, like no where no where. Always new rooms new couches new arrangements of kids of all ages 18-5 having their own little gatherings scattered about. I wander around for almost an hour looking for him to no avail. Things are starting to not make sense as I don't recognize technology or even the styles of most people. It occurs to me I may be out of my time. I ask some kids what year it is and they are just laughing at me thinking I am kidding. That there is no way someone doesn't know what year it is at Christmas time. Finally someone says it's the year 2069. I am somewhat flabbergasted. I have no idea how I have slipped out of my time again. But I am welcome to the adventure. There are still some adults here and there saying goodbye to their kids. I notice a somewhat concerned couple saying goodbye to their children and assuring each other that everything will be fine and they will be back in no time. They are dressed somewhat bohemian and I feel a comradery with their style. Most of the parents are ritzy and done up like they are at a formal Christmas party, like upper class glitzy styles and too many conflicting expensive perfumes. I see an older gentleman come out of a door to the grande entrance and I think at first it is Ben's father. Only his face looks like Caesar. I extend my hand and tell him it's good to see him again and it's been too long. He doesn't know who I am but shakes my hand anyway. I wonder if my hand is dry or sweaty from the hurried walking around this expansive house. I finally see Ben up some stairs walking a girl with mocha skin up more stairs and to his loft getaway. I gather he has been avoiding everyone and I am somewhat frustrated I have missed my flight and have been wandering around for the better part of an hour in another time, confused as hell. His loft has a large balcony overlooking the city below. It is a cartoonishly large futuristic and detailed city, with purples and greens and blues and yellow hues to the buildings. I now definitely know I am out of my time. I am standing on the rail looking out to the view just taking it all in when he approaches me to my side and stands by the rail next to me. He asks if I've ever seen anything like it before. I say yes, it's exactly like the city I saw in my dreams a couple nights ago. He is taken aback but not entirely surprised. There is a girl sitting on cushions behind us who is the girl he was leading up here. She is confused at our conversation. I remember that he left me in the beginning so I start into some great tirade exclaiming my frustration with him. I take off my jacket and I have no clothes on underneath. I have no shame but I am yelling at him that I have been lost, and out of place, and I have no clothes, and I missed my flight, and I have no idea how I got to 2069. The girl with him is bashful at my appearance and several people walk by gawking while I am going on my monologue. I am unphased in noticing them as I am always comfortable nude. He assures me he can get me to Denver quickly. I look off the balcony, there are multi hot air balloons in various shapes and colours, I joking say Oh you're gonna fly us there in a balloon!? He smiles knowingly and responds that if I had left with his dad we could fly the blimp. 'Noah?' I hear, and I am awake.
The dream scene is at the cookie factory, I'm riding in a car going west down broad, it's raining outside and everyone is wearing snow outfits. I look to my right and see there's a homeless man flailing around in garbage, it looks like a stream of water has come out of nowhere and is dousing him, it almost looks like he's being electrocuted. We're driving further down and are now surrounded by bars on both sides with people dressed in snow attire walking around outside, it's still raining. My friends and I go into a bar, it was Owen Moo Mason, a server brought us into a dimly lit room that was mostly red, we go to sit down at a table but there's already food where Owen is going to sit, I make a joke about how he had called in already since he was hungry. We sit down and I think we take a picture, I had picked up a random white puppy and took a picture with it. A group of people come in to the room, I think they were seniors in high school, and they were dressed up in fancy outfits like they were going to a dance. It felt like it was close to Christmas and people were going to some sort of Christmas ball. I crossed my legs and looked at the kids, noting one gentleman had an intricate red jacket with gold buttons down the middle, I think he may have been wearing a top hat too. They take pictures in the room, I make a joke that they should take a picture of me and I turn around and grab the little white puppy off the floor and hold it in my arms as someone takes a picture of me but I can feel the puppy squirming in my arms so I let him down. I awaken in another dream, in my mind we had done the dinner and then went to another bar, but I didn't remember because I thought I had gotten too drunk (could've brought myself into a lucid if I had retraced my steps instead of assumed in was not in the capacity to remember), I'm lying on a mattress on the ground with a blanket, I look around to see my friends all asleep in similar fashions. There's a horror movie playing on a television and it's freaking me out, Moo wakes up and sees that I'm wide awake, I think he was shocked I was awake after I had been out for a while. Another dream I'm running in some sort of kids' competition, there's a bouncy house and there are adult volunteers cheering people on, at some point they announce the winners.
Morning of August 16, 2018. Thursday. Reading time: 1 min 33 sec. Readability score: 61. My dream starts out in what is a rare type of rendering with the factors contained in a “box” as separate from the dream self, but subliminally chosen by the dream self. (This stems from the “Don’t Open Till Doomsday” episode of “The Outer Limits,” which I saw at age 4. I had been in and out of various vivid dreams and inexplicable states of consciousness, and have been fascinated with them ever since.) Theodore Bikel appears in a Christmas scene within this “box.” It has the essence of “The Night Before Christmas” Whitman punch out diorama that I put together each year as a boy. He is singing a Christmas song, though I do not recognize it. It is a tradition. Someone is playing a piano on the other side of the room from him. Family members are present. There is much joy. After a time, I am absentmindedly putting another box “into” it. The process is abstract without a way to resolve it in conscious terms. The second box is similar to the previous, except that someone is playing a smaller and tinny-sounding keyboard. It is about two-thirds “into” the first box, moving in at an angle from above, before my dream’s level of focus changes. Now I am looking at another “box” of entertainment. In the background is an unknown male wearing a Christmas tree costume (though most of his face is visible), with a yellow five-pointed star as a cap. In the foreground and to the left is a young girl (unfamiliar) sitting in an armchair and wearing all of a bird costume except for the head. In her right hand, she operates a bird hand puppet. The association with birds, airplanes, or unaided flight as the vestibular system correlation of the waking process has occurred in at least one dream every sleep cycle for over fifty years, but this instance is more unusual than usual. The hand puppet signifies dream control (and VSC mediation) and resultant VSC RAS modulation without lucidity in this case. The unknown young girl is this dream’s typical preconscious avatar and VSC personification, and as usual, guiding my return to consciousness without RAS conflict (or the biological falling start). The male is my essence, a tree (physical body not moving in sleep) with the yellow star (emerging consciousness factor).
I remember more dreams today than yesterday. ☆ School. Teacher hating on me for not being or acting like the other students. Got some things to do but threw them away in a bin and kept on working with my own project. Highly disliked by the teacher tho. ☆ Fighting with other girls for survival. My opponent knew everything about me but I didn’t know anything about her except for being from the ancient Rom. ☆ Gave all my christmas things to my little sister so she could take care of next christmas without me. She wanted to make a change and I didn’t really like it but accepted it. ☆ A man that was a good salesman but he wasn’t on the right side of the law. He took drugs and shit but was a really nice man. His skillz was amazing with selling things. I was really impressed. ☆ A map with flowers on it instead of rivers and no names written.
I get out of bed and I didn't notice it but I am in my father room in the old apartment complex that I use to live in. I walk towards the bathroom and open the door. I check to see myself in the mirror and turned on the lights. What I see makes me panic and yet at the same time amazed with some odd confusion. My hair, the only physical aspect of me I care about is almost completely white. Except for 2 strands of hair that remain black. The hair was pure white and I look closer to mirror to see if I had age. But I did not, I come back out of the bathroom thinking something is wrong. But then I notice the entire room had become darker due to no longer having sun light shine through the window. I now see that it was dark like night, which didn't add up because I was only in the bathroom for 30 seconds. The idea that I must be dreaming surface in my mind. I look around and everything look intact and real. I felt real and everything I touch feels real. I decided to due an RC and attempt to breathe through my nose. It works and yet at the same time I wasn't sure if it was really working. So I decided if I keep this semi awareness and explore the world around me that I will eventually see something compelling enough to convince me it is a dream. I walk out of my father room and could hear someone running down the stairs. It was my brother and he was talking things I do not understand. He then had a huge smile and makes an attempt to jump at me like a bear. I use my right hand to knock him down to the ground. My face light up with a smile as I knew now I was dreaming. My vision increased and all my other sensations were heightened now. I could feel the neurons freely firing in my brain. I open the front door to see the outside world for it was my destiny. I open to see my old garage become as huge as the outside sky. I also notice everything was covered in Christmas decorations. It was amazing, such a beautiful site to witness. I walk to the outside and was greeted by a huge woman in a elf costume. She was around I'd say 8 feet to 9 feet tall. I use dream control mentally by shrinking her to a respective human height. But now I made her way too short, she appeared to be 2 feet if not 1. I then reverted her to around 5 foot 10. She treats like a royal guest and shows me to the find the greatest toy's Santa has built. I began thinking about my cousin as I know if she was here she would enjoy seeing all the toys and stuffed animals. I walk around and requested to meet my cousin. I then see her appear wearing a green sweater. I began showing her which toys she like's as the woman in the elf costume leaves with a robotic moving snowman. I soon after have a false awakening.
So the plan is that me, my 2 brothers, my neice and nephew, and my parents would all pack up and go out to eat, go to a museum, return home and open presents, and finally go to church in the evening. It was early morning when the day started. We had to take several cars for reasons not explained to me. First trip involved brother Kris driving my dad, me going with mother and the niece and nephew, and older brother going alone. After a few hours we arrived at the restaurant. I sat down at a separate table from everyone else since the original table my family sat at could only hold 5 of us. Slowly my family came and sat with me, leaving only mother and brother Jeff sitting at the original table. Dad looked very seriously at Kris for a few seconds and started to say something of great importance..."No more biscuits for you." Kris had eaten some biscuits before we started our trip and apparently they gave him horrible gas. He stunk up the car the whole ride down here. I sighed and accepted that I would be smelling him too the next several hours until we reach our destination, but dad said the biscuits would take some time before they start affecting Kris. Long enough that I probably wouldn't be stuck in the car with him any longer. Kris assumed I would not be going with him now, so he started arguing to mother about it and throwing a fit. I tried telling him I planned on riding with him next, but he wouldn't let me get a word in. Kris then called me names and I actually for some reason started crying. This gave me an opening to speak, and I told him it was always my plan to go with him next. While riding with him towards our destination I was catching up on some Overwatch news. The Overwatch League had started and there was an event going on for all the players to get rewarded and stay entertained while the competitions were going on. Xqc, a professional player, had gotten suspended for raging and throwing. He had to sit out the entire event. He decided to record some youtube videos on the PTR in the meantime. There were some new skins and emotes, but also a strange feature added to the hero Mercy. She was given a new ability that spawned up to 5 avatars that didn't do anything but spin around her and emote. They were transparent monks colored red, blue, green, yellow, and black. This seemed to be a beta feature that was supposed to be removed. It may be a future ability for a new hero. We now arrived at the museum and all got out of the cars. Niece Adira started running off on her own towards the place. Someone sure seems excited to visit. We all wait in line to go enter, meanwhile I catch the name of the place (I don't remember now what it was called) and judging by the singing I hear, it appears to be an opera house of some sort. Just great...Also, it has a cost of like $40 per person and it is a 2 day event. Mother pays for us all to enter and we take our seats. There is a singing performance with a choir. The crowd is mostly older folk and the style is not my favorite. On the way in they gave everyone brochures with all the artists and performances that would be playing in order. An employee noticed my disinterest and offered me a game system to play while this all was going on. I took a look at it and it seemed to be a 3DS and a few games, but it was all on paper, folded up. It seemed to be a future console that used new technology. It would all still work the same, but it could be folded up for easy storage. I gave it back to the employee because it would be rude to ignore the performance and play alone. There was a stage where one of the singers would stand and people could go up and take pictures with him. There was much applauding and crowd interaction. After the initial song things started getting a bit more lively and interesting. There was a duet. After that performance was a solo singer who had a great voice, and was singing a christian song. The twist though is that she never practiced for this song and it was not a mainstream song. She had to improv the whole thing. Everyone cheered for her as they were all quite impressed. I was actually really bored and disinterested the whole time. The next act had everyone get out of their seats and start jumping and clapping and moving their bodies to get some energy in the place but I was the only one in the crowed still sitting. I expected to be called out and asked to participate, but they did not call on me. The final act I saw before waking up had the stage right above our seats. The man above was doing magic tricks. Amazing tricks where his hand would appear to be floating without an arm, tricks that involved animals doing strange things, and many other typical magic tricks. I was impressed at first, and found out the magician was in fact David Copperfield, but when I looked more closely I could see the whole thing was a sham. He was hiding behind cardboard and paintings to give the illusion he was standing in front and showing off, but the crowd could only see fake imagery of the magician. Nothing there was real or live. It was all props. That was why the things he was doing made no sense. It would have been just as bad if he was digitally editing an entire performance and showing it on a screen.
Morning of December 20, 2017. Wednesday. Bus to Bunk Beds I am aware of a double-decker bus in our neighborhood where we presently live. It seems to be afternoon. I see it pass three different times. After it stops for a time on the street and about two houses east of our house, I discover it is mainly now made of the bunk beds of our two youngest sons. I am annoyed because it may take some time and work in getting it back in our house. A singular vehicle, whether it is a bus, car, airplane, or boat, is typically a form of autosymbolism that stems from the illusory physicality of the dream state. In this case, it actually transitions to the dream state indicator of the bunk beds as further validation of how such autosymbolism forms in REM sleep, almost like a virtual reverse engineering of the dream sequence itself. This is quite common in my dreams and one of the factors that helped me understand dreams at a very early age. Lounge Room Enterprise I am lying on the lounge room floor in the morning when I realize our lounge room “is” the USS Enterprise (NCC-1701 from the original “Star Trek” series). At times, I consider if I am inconveniencing the crew by lying near the captain’s chair (to its right). No one says anything or asks me to move or get up. Additionally, there is not a viable sense of traveling through outer space in this case, though it is not implied to be the television series set either. Looking up at our television, which seems mostly normal, it shows stars and what looks like small curly hairs moving toward the viewer, our television apparently serving as the Enterprise viewscreen. This was similar to “Helicopter Not Landing Yet” (relative to its specific type of autosymbolism) from Christmas morning of 2016 and a number of other dreams since childhood. In such dreams, the vestibular system correlation associated with the illusory physicality of the dream state transmutes into a house or other building perceived as a vehicle, with various levels of ambiguity (including the essence of bilocation in some cases, which is common in my dreams). This includes dreams such as “Riding in a House Back to Arcadia”, where my Cubitis home travels down the highway as an oversized bus. “White Christmas” Not a Trigger I hear lyrics from “White Christmas” (sitting in the lounge room of our present home, possibly hearing it from a radio or television), but I do not catch this dream state indicator, that is, the phrase “I’m dreaming”. Such dream state indicators rarely trigger lucidity and if anything, keep me relaxed on the passive side of RAS mediation, even though they have occurred throughout every sleep cycle for over 50 years. That is moot though, since I seem to think it is near June rather than December and see it as unusual in that way, as being “unseasonable”. Along with “Theme Park Drive with Zsuzsanna” and “The Roof Factor”, 5 of 12 regular dreams for this date are presently online. (By “regular”, I mean other than the numerous hypnagogic dreams at the beginning of each sleep cycle, which are typically too many to count or feasibly record.)
This was my first LD since joining DV! I was looking out of the front door window of my childhood home (the drapes were pulled back, and the . It was a foggy night or early morning outside. I see my mom leaning up against the van she used to own, talking on her cell phone - the yard was longer than in reality (most spatial areas tend to be skewed and expanded in my dreams). It's also dark in my foyer, so I walk through into the living room. The furniture is a lot more crowded than my real living room, and I'm still psyched out from a previous dream about people hiding in my home, so I scan the dark room for signs of life. All of the sudden, I look at my hands and realize I'm dreaming! Everything pops into vivid color. The dense furniture of the living room is gone and the only thing there is a long table close to the kitchen (the room is skewed longways). There's a huge amount of food on the table, so I approach it. I remember to rub my hands together, and the stabilization is amazing! The lights are now dim, but definitely on. I pick up a salt shaker, then a food item (an apple maybe?) remembering this tip, but it doesn't do much to stabilize the dream. While walking, my balance is kind of off (feeling all the sensations of my dream body is still new to me, as I've had plenty of brief moments of lucidity, but maybe 2-3 really vivid ones). At this point I'm scared I'm going to lose the dream, so I fall to the ground on my hands and knees, and it helps a lot. I can hear a faint Christmas song coming from the kitchen (where the lights are off). I try to draw a door on the wood floors, and I see a faint white outline there, like when you press down on a computer screen. I wasn't clear with my intentions though, and halfway through drawing it, I get stuck somewhere between visualizing a deep ocean, then a deep ocean with a rock below and above. Because of my loose convictions, the door fails. I stand up and read a Christmas card that my family has taped to the door (or it might just be a decoration - they tend to do this kind of thing come Christmas). I remember what everyone says about text in dreams and read it once (nonse with a few real words in no clear order), then close it and read it again. The text changed! I thought, "Wow, that's neat!". Rather than fading back into a waking state, I feel as if I closed my dream eyes and simply popped into wakefulness. As far as the process, I woke up about 5 hours into my sleep and used SSILD (I thought it was unsuccessful after doing it, as I was "too awake" and it took some time to get back to sleep). I'll definitely be doing this technique again! Although it was relatively short (20-30 seconds), it was one of my longest LDs yet! Very exciting stuff. I also wrote some other non-lucid dreams in my phone, but I don't have time to transcribe them here right now. I'll try to be better about DJing, but I might have to add all entries for a week on a set day or something as it takes some time for me to write these out. That's it for now!
Date of Dream: FRI 19 MAY - 2017 Dream No. 115 - Separated Sections Dream 115 A - The Celebration My mum and I were driving when I saw a really bright rainbow in the sky. When I told her to look at it, these really dark clouds started to cover it up but then a second rainbow had appeared. As we drove closer to our local area, more and more rainbows started to appear until there were heaps of them. The sky also started to have other signs of strange, colourful light in it as well. When we were within our streets, I noticed that a lot of houses had their Christmas lights on although it wasn't Christmas season. My dad suggested that it was this annual celebration that was taking place. We went up one backstreet and got out of the car. My parents had presented someone with this massive bag of Easter eggs. That's all I can remember for this dream. Dream 115 B - Choir Competition I was in an unknown building that looked like the reception area of somewhere like a clinic or a hospital. Just outside the doors, there were all these primary school students lined up wearing blue and yellow uniform. Apparently they were one of the schools involved in a choir competition. When they came back in, they sat on the chairs close by with their teacher sitting right next to me. I kept trying to get the teacher's attention to say congratulations but everyone kept ignoring me. The next school to go outside for singing was Killester College. The dream must have skipped their repetoire as straight after, the choir was leaving the place. As they were all walking along with Mr. H, WB saw me and we frantically waved at each other. She had then pulled out some sort of polaroid camera and was trying to take a picture of me. I thought didn't know what she wanted and so I tried to avoid being snapped. She desperately tried to get my attention and said she just wanted to say bye to me, so I then deliberately smiled for the camera. Dream 115 C - I Got A Reply There were two instances in this dream where I got a reply. The first one was fan mail that I had sent to SML in waking life but in the dream, I actually saw that there was a reply! (no reply in waking life). My dream mind had pieced that Logan had composed the reply and there was this gibberish in which the only part that made sense was something about my music. The dream then moved to me messaging TH on Facebook (I have not done this in waking life). Shortly after, I get a message from someone else, I have forgotten the name of this account. I eventually suss out that this is Taylor's aunty and that's all I remember about this dream.
Escaped from my IRL home onto my IRL street and went lucid when I crossed that boundary line. Started flying, admired some views of Christmas lights, getting less and less realistic as I went on, culminating in a castle with turrets completely covered in white lights. Memory gap, crossed a lake by a natural rock bridge and entered a cavern on the other side, memory gap again, and then I'm semi-lucid again in a room with three sleeping people I recognize, including Julia. I try to leave without disturbing any of them, fail in this. Mary Jane wakes up, the closest to the exit, and we speak for a while; although we seem to know each other, I'm aware that Mary Jane is wholly imaginary, and that's the point of her in this scene, that she's imaginary. Julia is in the bed across from hers, and eventually wakes up - that's what I wanted to avoid most. I can feel the sensation of pressure from her hand, which stands out - it's the first time I've used that sense in tonight's dreams. Her face has started to resemble Mary Jane's, which is sad but not a surprise; but I think "her name is still her own," which is a surprise and a relief. (This whole scene is about mental associations.)
715am wake from first LD; 925am wake from 2nd for late morning LD. I recalled that heavy visualizations were important for late morning LDs and it worked. * I am on a road driving and people are changing lanes strategically to get around people turning left and to keep moving somewhere in a hurry and at some point I am riding a bike instead and I realize I'm dreaming and I start to fly from the bike but then I noticed the dream visuals lessening a bit so I decided to land. I remember the 3 task of the month goals I had planned on doing first but this didn't seem like the right time to try the alien spaceship one. Even before bed while awake and doing some brief planning I somehow forgot about the translucent forest of Pandora, even though that sounds terrific if somewhat difficult. Anyway, I think of the pencil talk and I reach into my front right pocket with my left hand and my back right pocket with my right hand and they are big and loose and empty and I notice the visuals starting to fade again. I look down to the ground and I say but I think I see a forgotten Christmas present and it forms on the ground in front of my feet. It is wrapped in a wrapping paper more like cellophane and it's a blue color between blue and turquoise on the lighter end of the color scale. I start to open it where the paper comes together and I see that there is another layer underneath and I remove that also to see another layer. I start to realize this could continue forever and I confidently summon a pair of scissors in my hand instantly and surprisingly easily and I start to cut through the wrapping material to reveal a nice hard covered sturdy cardboard box with a lid. When I open the lid the first thing on top or a couple of gel inserts clear and the size of the heel of your foot maybe a bit smaller. Under that is a receipt and I'm thinking during the dream that it would be interesting to report to everyone on DV what the receipt said so I looked at it closely but all I recall is that the price was 89 dollars and with tax it was 95 something. Under some packaging paper in the box eventually uncovering the rest of the item which is a very fancy pair of leather slippers perhaps house slippers. They are a shiny brown leather in a thick leather that reminds me of thick rubber and squishy and they have clean stylish black soles. They seem like a very nice pair of slippers even though slippers are not something I would typically look forward to opening for a Christmas present. I wake and try to DEILD. I get only dreamlets, aware I'm dreaming but not full dreams and they kept dissipating so not counting a 2nd LD here, included: picking up string of lit Christmas lights, chips on big plastic storage container lid eating them, me with a santa bag carrying it, big goblet full of perfectly frozen ice cream sharing with nephew, sled and sled tracks in the snow, thick green shiny and partially translucent rectangular plate. Again each of the above dissipating before the next dreamlet appears. *Over two hours later I have my second full LD. My earliest recall from this dream was a feeling of boldness to take off flying, realizing I'm dreaming! I am in a beautiful mountainous landscape not very different from where I was IWL this very day before going to bed. It was some of the most fun flying in a long time staying low to the ground flying over green grass and hills and punching the air in Superman flying posture to speed up. After a while, I approach two gigantic trees probably Oak trees or at least shaped like huge majestic Oak trees and the branches and foliage are so thick that it seems to be blocking my path to the mountains I saw on the other side and was heading to before getting caught up trying to get around these tree branches. Perhaps I should have spent some time under the trees, perhaps something to learn, as I do love trees. Instead I turn around and fly behind me planning on looping around but I am now in a neighborhood block scene, still a nice sunny day. I see a woman sitting in a car as I pass the end of the block and when I swing back around the car is gone so I start looking into windows of some 2 story houses and I'm not seeing much so I decide to land and go inside one of the houses which is actually a single-story house. I find the door unlocked and I open the door and peek in. It looks like an old person's house with an old couch multi-colored but mostly tan woven fabric where the colors are woven tightly together and blend in, until you look up close. It is along the wall on the far side of the living room and I see a bed physical through a bedroom door and a recliner chair to my left. This reminds me of my Grandmother's home. There's that distinct smell I've smelled somewhere before that reminds me of old peoples houses, but not my Grandmother's. I decide to go elsewhere and look back as I leave and I seem to see a big colorful face through the curtains, perhaps inspired by the mardi gras figure in the movie "Self/less" seen the day before. I wonder if someone might indeed be home and sure enough an older lady somewhat stocky and shorter comes to the front and I say I'm sorry I came in your home, but this is just a dream. She seems like she wants to talk and this reminds me I have some things I wanted to ask in a dream. I ask her about f she knows how to have very long lucid dreams. In a very thick Eastern European accent she says "you have to remember that in about 4 hours you will be ready to go back to sleep again and when you feel that sadness coming on..." The visuals and her voice starts to fade. Sadness? Seems like a gibberish answer. Also, I won't be ready to sleep again in 4 hours.
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