Religion, Maranatha, group meeting.
PLUS meeting today instead of Sunday. Running, in a hurry. There's a hole on the ground. EM also joined. It seems she lives nearby. We were running along a street. I parkoured my way while facing on the tricycles head on. Bea? Talisay?
Cell phone. PC. Blue and red voodoo doll. A path of square stones in the park near our place. Green grass. I used the sim or microSD cards with music on the ground as a guide. Someone helped me.
There were a bunch of elf dolls. They could move and talk, and they would also sing Christmas songs if you played the piano for them. They looked kind of creepy, though, but I wanted one anyway.
School. University. A lot of talk. Discussion. A download 50.51%. Just outside. Stairs. Talking to someone. Turned evil. Killed him in a house. I carried him. He's my little brother. He turned into a lion doll. Talking to my subordinates.
i know, i know, there's probably a million creepy doll dreams on here but this one shook me pretty good. I didn't get back to sleep for at least an hour.
it was a very brief dream. I was visiting some old woman in a run-down old shack. Nobody i know in real life, nor did i recognize the house.
i was leaving and she said something along the lines of, "take a look at my little dolls." There were three dolls in her yard, sitting in a baby stroller. "can you tell which one is different," she asked.
The one in the middle had huge yellow cat eyes, and as i walked around it i noticed that they were following me.
I woke up.
Updated 06-27-2012 at 08:31 PM by 52660
I think this is one of those dreams where you've had so many dreams in a row that once you fall asleep you easily recognize you're asleep and dreaming.
Now with pictures!
I was with this slightly older, heavy-set guy. In the dream, we weren't together so much that he was like an older brother to me. He told me to come to the backyard with him because he had to show me something.
"It's in the woods, but you always played back there, Ash. So, it will be fine."
I gave him a suspicious look.
"Hey! What? Don't worry."
I followed him into the sparsely crowded woods behind my father's workshop until I started to lag behind him.
"Hurry up, Ashley!"
All of a sudden, he vanished. Far too quick for someone who was just a little farther ahead.
Then, the realization hits me.
It is about time I had one of these. Although, I don't think this is what I had in mind...
Pleased, I gaze up at the woods and all the light brown leaves covering the ground. I have no interest in following this guy. He probably doesn't exist anymore to begin with. I turn around, eager to get away from the entire area.
No. The entire dreamscape itself.
I run toward this hill area near my father's building and jump, flying in the air. Funny, how this thing called flight comes so easily to me, yet I only use it for "emergencies" in dreams. I fly forward, past the ugly blue house I call home and decide to dream spin to another dimension. Realizing the consquences if I do not think of a place to be in, I vaguely think of a moor. I don't know why. I think I was thinking about my ancestors, but I don't even know if Scotland and Ireland have moors. Or whatever they are called these days. I read too much old literature to know or care.
Amyways, I spun. If you can call it that. It was more of a graceful, kind of floaty spin. Almost like a pirouette.
I found myself in a...white mansion by the rocky, green tipped edges of a pale grey sea.
I know it was white, because it felt like it was a white. I walked past several windows covered with beautiful white curtains floating in the breeze.
I had a sudden urge to go through a wall at this point. I had heard someone mention in the DV forum how you shouldn't think about the wall itself, but rather the destination. I thought of the word moor again, but I knew I wouldn't get this. How can I see what I have never seen?
Alas, I could not pass the wall. However, the window seemed rather welcoming.
I gently touched the glass pane with my right hand, never using force. I felt the glass turn to a goo, then it gradually succumbed entirely. I gazed out and looked upon a helicopter, a ship, and several cargo trucks by a seemingly endless sea. Some of the men had guns, but I don't think they noticed me. I wonder if they were guards for the mansion's owner.
I looked around, but everything was blurry, to my immense dismay. However...
Oh, yeah. That clarity thing...
I suddenly remembered to look at my hands. They and the scenery got clearer.
I did this several times until the quality of my dream was so detailed and I could the lines in my hands so well, it felt uncomfortable.
"Aw, what the heck. HD-Vision now!"
Okay. Clearest dream ever. Probably even clearer than real life. However, the guards noticed me and started to shoot. I ran away from the window and walked down the hall.
"Bastards. You're lucky I don't use you for my diamond castle."
I notice a door slightly ajar. Peering through, I see a woman with greying hair tied in a long ponytail.
"This is a story about the young master. About a time long gone. About a doll that became his dearest companion."
I looked to the left and saw another room, but one filled with forgotten memories. Yet, also with a sort of unforgotten sadness. There wasn't any death or evil here, but there was a feeling of what might have been. Suddenly, I felt my vision go out--I came as close as you can to fainting in a dream.
I heard voices, traveling further and further back.
Where am I going? Am I traveling in time or is this just me going to a different dreamscape?
These thoughts raced through my head as the grey-haired spoke to another person--I can't recall who.
"I'm sending her back in time. Maybe she will be able to talk to and warn the young master."
"But, her body is right there."
The woman smirked.
"In body, yes. In spirit, however, she is crossing time itself."
I heard nothing else.
I arose from the floor, slightly dazed, and not noticing the boy in a white seat faced away from me. I walked, or rather stumbled, into the other room. I looked around and didn't feel sadness, but a potential for it. I gazed over and saw a hideous doll with orange hair-no, it wasn't Chucky. I was a bit frightened, but gulped down my fear and walked over to the doll. Gently picking him up, I realized that the doll was alive. He looked at me and then looked around. I smiled at him and, as gently as I could, said,"Sweetie, I'm looking for your owner..."
I was startled to see that he had changed from a hideous doll to a cute one. I am guessing that no one except his owner treated him with kindness because of all this.
"I...I've traveled from very far away, yet not so far."
He looked interested and I gazed past the canopy bed behind us. Past all of the things that crowded the room. Past everything and anything.
"From a dream long gone. Or perhaps from a dream just beginning. Who knows what real life truly is."
I look back at him, and I see that he is intrigued.
"I'm not from this world. But, I assure you, I will help your friend. Regardless of what happened and how little I know."
He looked towards the other room and his gaze stayed there.
"He's over there?"
The doll nodded and I gently put him back in his little white rocking chair. I thank him and walk out.
I walk towards the round, white table and take a seat. Finally, I notice the orange-haired boy. The grey-haired woman is there as well, except her hair is a mousy brown.
"What are you doing here,"the boy asked. He is well aware I am not from the area or even that time.
"I'm from...Well, that isn't important. I think that woman wanted me to save you."
I pointed to the woman who now sat across from me at that white table and she nods.
"Yes, master. Something happens to you, and I sent this young woman to help save you."
Would you like to know why he needed saving?
Because, unfortunately, I was woken up!
NON DREAM DREAM LUCID
Wow...I haven't been on in forever. I'm so good at this "consistency" thing.
Anyways, I'm back, and I'll celebrate my return by posting a couple of recent dreams I've had!
I'm driving down the road with my mom, at an intersection that I recognize from real life. There are other people sitting in the back of my car, but I can't remember who they are (probably my brother and sister).
We're going on a trip to my best friend's aunt's house and staying there for the weekend (I've stayed at her aunt's house several times in real life, so nothing unusual here), but we can't find the place. After awkwardly driving around for a bit, I finally recognize our destination.
I point to the run down little house (looks absolutely nothing like my BFF's aunt's house in real life, but oh well) and say to mom, "Look! Right there!"
My mom kind of looks at the house questioningly and says, "That's her house? You sure?" I tell her that I am, and she drives the car onto their backyard.
I'm not sure exactly what happens in-between these two parts...it wasn't a dream switch, because pretty much the same story line was being followed, but I can't recall a lot of details. Anyways...
Somehow, a character from the show Supernatural named Dean Winchester (Jensen Ackles) shows up. There are giant flies inside the house, and they were gross. Dean explains to me that they're demon bugs set out to destroy humans.
Anyways, I guess somehow I'm Dean's assistant or something, or at least that's what it feels like. Dean seems really angry or upset the whole time he's trying to get rid of these bugs, but he won't tell me what's wrong.
He goes outside into the backyard to try and exterminate the last of the bugs, and I follow him outside to help. He sees that I'm following him, and he turns on me angrily.
"No. Back inside."
I shake my head no. I'm going to help him whether he likes it or not. He doesn't say anything else, just points towards the house and keeps giving me angry looks.
I refuse to leave, and he sighs. He knows I'm not going anywhere. That's when a random woman (don't know who she was, she had wavy red hair, though) ran outside, followed by another character, Sam Winchester (Jared Padalecki).
Now other people are walking around the house, and we're trying to keep the whole 'bug' things under wraps. People are watching us from the house, and we kind of all just awkwardly wave and give them the thumbs up to assure them that everything is fine. We just want them to leave us alone.
I don't think we ever even stopped the bugs...they just sort of left. The atmosphere changed and everything was happier, like we had succeeded. I specifically remember hanging out with a ton of people in the house and laughing and having a good time, and Dean was actually happy. I could tell he like the family environment.
I remember him saying, "This is nice, isn't it? Y'know...being around people and stuff."
Then I wake into a False Awakening...
I'm laying down in the same spot that I fell asleep in. In real life, I had spent the night at a friend's house along with a couple other people. As I'm laying in the bed, I notice that I'm holding a baby doll in my arms. It's really creepily realistic and acts just like a baby. I shrug and say, "Huh, must have gone shopping in my sleep again." My friend is sitting next to me and reaches out to touch the doll's face.
The doll starts crying and goes, "You slapped me! You slapped me!". My friend looks at it in panic, because she barely touched it, and she doesn't know what to do.
I wake up for real, and I feel like I should still have the doll with me...
Good morning, everybody.
For anybody interested in time and dreams, I'm pretty sure that the first dream took place in less than one minute. I woke up to a police siren, fell asleep, had the dream, and woke up to another siren.
I was walking through a museum, along a second floor balcony overlooking a first floor kind of atrium area. It was probably night, and it seemed like more than half the lights in the museum were turned off. I may have been looking down to the first floor, to a few glass-cased displays along one of the walls.
I was now listening to some man, who was supposed to be the father, Bill Loud, from the 1971 reality show An American Family. But the man sounded a bit younger and a bit meaner than Bill Loud. He was complaining to someone about how one of his sons, probably Lance, was too into museums.
The man complained that now the son wanted the man to go to the museums with him. But the man said, "God, what makes him think I'm interested in going off to see a bunch of tropical colored, electrical fish?"
I now sat at a dining table at the back end of the balcony area. This part of the balcony extended, it seemed, into the main part of the second floor. There may have been a number of tables here. The table I sat at was long, able to seat eight or ten people. But the only other person at the table was Lance Loud, who sat directly across from me.
We sat mostly in darkness. The only light seemed to be coming from a kitchen area, behind me and maybe twenty or thirty meters away.
I had looked down to the first floor at some point. It was now like a movie theatre, including a ground level and a balcony. And it was packed. I knew now that the creators of An American Family had come out with a new documentary, possibly further documenting the life of the Loud family.
I thought of the creators of America as Frederick Wiseman, the great documentary filmmaker. But apparently Wiseman was actually twins. There were two Wisemans.
Lance was here for the premiere of the new Wiseman documentary. But it was kind of against his will. He kind of resented the Wisemans. He felt like the An American Family reality show had ruined his family. The Wiseman twins knew that Lance felt that way. And they resented Lance as well.
Lance was busy complaining to me about the Wiseman twins when they walked past us, heading toward a stairway down to the movie theatre.
The Wiseman twins looked nothing like Frederick Wiseman. They looked more like short versions of the psychic researcher Russ Targ. They had puffy, curly, grey hair, though most of their forehead was bald. They were square-faced, though their faces were a bit wrinkly. One of the twins wore a white sweater. The other one wore a black leather jacket.
As the twins passed us, one of them made a kind of rude remark to Lance in a deep, gravelly, but loose and relaxed kind of voice. The twins knew Lance didn't want to be here, and the twins didn't want Lance to be here.
But one of the twins saw that I was sitting with Lance. He had walked to the top of the staircase. But now he turned around and came back to Lance. In a relaxed, but courteous tone he told Lance, "We're having a ----- after the show. You're more than welcome to come."
The twin walked away. Lance said, really loud, so the twin could hear him, but in such a way as to sound like he was talking only to me, "Oh, like I'd actually want to go to something like that!"
The ----- was something like a viewing of behind the scenes clips from the documentary. This was supposed to be of great interest to a lot of the people who had been involved with the film.
There was a man in maybe his forties who was the father of a girl in her early twenties. The father had had the chance on a couple occasions to be around the girl's circle of friends.
The father felt like it was possible that one of the men in this group would want to marry the girl. The father didn't quite feel comfortable about this. The men seemed either like total screw-ups or like people who would kind of treat the girl in a mean way.
But the father decided that he needed to get to know the guys better before he jumped to such conclusions about them.
The father was now standing out on a driveway in the late afternoon. The father was white, with tan, tough skin and a square haircut of grey and white hair. He wore a white polo shirt. He was in shape, if not actually even muscular.
The father thought it was a stroke of luck -- one of the girl's friends, the one, it seemed, the girl was most interested, was standing in the driveway as well. The father could get to know the guy.
The guy was now standing before the garage. The garage door was open. An incandescednt light lit the garage. There was no car in the garage. But at the very front of the garage was a small shelf, on which sat a few doll-like girls' toys.
The guy was standing there, staring at the doll-toys and giggling to himself. I was kind of concerned for the boy. I felt like the father might think the guy was some kind of pervert for being so interested in girls' toys. But the father didn't feel that way. The father just thought the guy was artistic, interested in these toys for an artistic reason.
The father walked up to the guy to talk to him. The guy was a bit shorter than the father. He was pale white, about half bald, with short, disarranged hair on the rest of his head. He was a little chubby, and his flabby cheeks were dotted with stubble. He wore chunky, square eyeglasses and a too-big, blue-green t-shirt.
The guy, sensing the father behind him, turned around, while still giggling at the girls' toys. He found himself face to face with the father.
But the guy didn't feel he needed to acknowledge the father at all. He kept giggling about the toys, then turned off and to his right, walking toward and then into the front door of the house.
Updated 12-10-2011 at 09:16 AM by 37466
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening
I'm with Stephen Colbert. Don't recall what happened previously, but I'm stealing a kiss from him. He retracts, embarassed. He tells me he is married and can't do that, to which I reply that he shouldn't worry, because it's only a fantasy. I tell him I had recently a fantasy with Jon Stewart to. [Does this make me a freak or a geek???]
He relaxes and says "ok then", but to take it slow. He tells me he needs to finish writing a bit of a comics book on a super-hero version of him. I ask "but you're just writing the story, right? someone else will draw the actual comics?" and he says "yes, of course". Then he shows me a doll of the super-hero character, all muscled but with his face. He looks like a kid, really amused with it and he says "you know, the doll is anatomically complete." and he pulls the doll's pants down and it has a plastic penis that lifts up. I goggle with surprise.
I forget a briefcase full of documents of a friend inside a bus. I go back to that bus to get it, but the driver said some lady found it and kept it, in case I'd come looking for it. He delivers me her address. It is a kindergarten, for children of different ages. It is very nice. The kids have cool things to play with. The lady is a teacher there. I talk to her and she wants 15 dollars to return me the briefcase. I'm shocked and I tell her the documents are not worth the money and I'm not willing to pay. I ask if I can use the toilet, to let her think about it for a while and she points me to an outside cabin on some terrace between big rocks that surround the building.
From the cabin window I see people on top of the rocks and I feel curious and go up there to. It is a big cliff and on the other side is the ocean. Way down there is some beach resort. I see lots of young people having fun and swimming. I start becoming half-lucid and wonder what all this is about. Then I hear a loud siren and everything changes. Everybody looks sad, saying the time has come. They all walk to the top of the cliff, near where I stand.
I see to my side three gutters, kind of water slides, going straight to the edge of the cliff. And people are lining up, laying down on them, their bodies becoming really stiff and lifeless as they slide 'till they fall of the cliff.
One of the gutters has water flowing and takes the bodies on a cascade to the water below. The second gutter takes the bodies with a flow of air and they simply free fall on the water below. The third gutter throws the bodies against a ramp of rocks, before they crash on the water below.
An old couple is saying goodbye. She thinks she is the only one going and leaving her beloved behind, but once she is on one of the gutters, he follows her by lying down on another gutter. She screams "nooo!" but he says it is his time to go to, because without her he has no more reasons to live.
Conveyor belts come from under water on the bay below. They recover the bodies and take them up to a kind of disassembly line. First the bodies are chopped up and I see hands, feet, heads... Then the parts are skinned and I see the muscles, bones and tendons exposed. Then they are incinerated and I see carbonized body parts and then ashes. It all comes together as a punch in the stomach. The people who I had seen minutes before, breathing and speaking and loving, had been stripped down by the four elements - earth, water, fire and air - and reduced to dust.
I experienced the most visceral comprehension ever of the ephemerous nature of life and of the inevitability of death.
In my dream I was a small child again and I got a doll, which I named Lucy. At first, Lucy was a normal doll, just an inanimate object that I played with. But later on in my dream she started talking to me. She kept telling me that she was going to hurt my sisters so that they couldn't play with her. I told Lucy that she couldn't hurt my sisters or I would break her and bury her so she could never be played with again. She didn't like that. Later, my sister "fell" down some stairs and almost died. I knew it was Lucy who caused it so I broke off her arms and legs and buried her in my backyard. She found a way to put herself back together and dig her way out of the ground. She tied me up and took me to a lake where she tried to drown me. Right before I died in my dream, I woke up. This dream freaked me out really bad so I was really happy when it wasn't real.
Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]
[This post contains dreams from last night and from Sunday night.]
Night of February 13-14
I'm out and about somewhere in town [Pat and Oscar's? It kind of looked like it]. Along the way, I sing a song: “I Run For Life” by Melissa Etheridge. [In the dream, I sang the lyrics correctly but in the wrong order, moving the first two lines of the last verse to the beginning of the first verse, and yet, I didn't take note of this as being strange.]
I'm at my kitchen table, eating breakfast. My mom is standing in the kitchen. We're carrying on a perfectly normal conversation about whether or not we're going out for coffee this morning. At first it seems like we are, but then my mom suggests that we could have premade bottled coffee here at home instead, so we do. It's cinnamon-flavored, and she prepares it by putting creamer into it.
When I woke up for real, I was slightly surprised to discover that the above paragraph had just been a dream, and that I hadn't actually gotten up yet.
Night of February 15-16
[Dream #1] I'm in a somewhat dark, upstairs room somewhere, with either my mom or my sister. [I can't remember now; the dream quality was low, but I did know that I was dreaming.] We've found a baby doll with long, red hair that sings Christmas carols. I sing along with whatever song it's playing as I walk across the room.
[Dream #2] I'm driving in my car on a freeway where everyone is driving much faster than I usually like to drive. Feeling like I have no choice, I match their pace. I want to get off the freeway soon, and as soon as I see an opening, I take advantage of it and move over into the lanes to my right, so that I can get to the offramp.
[Dreamskip.] I've now gotten off the freeway and parked in a parking structure. Somewhere around here, I realize that I'm dreaming. I walk over to the elevator to take it down to the ground floor. Two other girls are also approaching it, and they get into the elevator with me. One of them starts talking with me, and I introduce myself by name and shake hands with her.
When we're in the elevator, I get a good look at her. She has long, black hair, worn in two braids, and is pretty. I recognize her as my friend Tashi from my freshman year of college. “Tashi?” I say.
“No,” she says, shaking her head.
“Don't you remember me from college?”
“No. I know you, though.”
“So you do remember me, but not from the same place that I remember you from.”
She indicates that this is correct. I notice that the two girls are duplicates of each other. Then I woke up.
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG
Hacking a secret society temple
On an underground cell. My dad is sitting on the floor, looking hopeless. My mom and BF are also there. I am there to save them, but right now I also focused on opening a kind of secret vault on the stone floor. There’s a tiny iron ring buried on the stone, but I manage to turn it and start a mechanism that opens the stone slab, exposing a hole on the floor with a box. I take out of it tiny metallic plates with tiny precious stones incrustations. They look like chips, not exactly jewels. People around me ask what it is. I seem to know exactly what it is but no time to explain. Then I also open a secret passage on the stone wall and tell everybody to go in. It is pitch dark and they hesitate but there’s someone coming and I tell them to hurry. I manage to close the passage door just behind us, but our captors saw us. In the dark we can more or less see some very old stairs carved in the rock that go up. I take the lead. The stairs are very imperfect and I warn people to be careful. I clear the way from the giant spider webs and finally see some light. The passage ends on some place with a loosely fit wall slab. I push it a bit to the side and it leads either directly to outside, where there’s a parking lot or to just behind a column on the main entrance. Some of us manage to go to parking lot, but soon appear some guards and we can’t go there anymore. So the last of us, including me and my BF, have to go to main entrance and try to mingle with the crowd. There’s a lot of people around, because this is some sort of big event of some secret society, so we split and try to pass undetected.
I end up in some oval room with amphitheatre seats around. Three guys in capes and hoods come inside and everybody bows to them. I do the same and sneak out of it very discretely, because once they start whatever they are about to start, I will get stuck there.
I pass into another room, bigger, and more elliptical. Some ceremony is taking place here, but there’s an area for observers – like a small amphitheatre on one of the sides of the elipse – and I see my BF sitting there. Because it is the perfect time to escape but he seems to have chosen to sit there till the end, I decide to go meet him to warn him we must go now. But then I can’t say a word, I can’t make any suspicious signs, because we’re surrounded by these people from this order or society and they are all sitting straight, looking to the front, not saying a word. Through very discrete signs I make him understand we should go immediately, but some girls sitting below us look back and notice something strange. They ask me all sorts of questions, which I dodge wonderfully, but one of them didn’t buy it. She knows I don’t belong. But she won’t make a scandal, she knows I’m trapped. I review in my head how many steps to the parking lot, where the car is and I feel the adrenalin rush. I know as soon as we get up, the girl will warn about my presence and guards will be after us, but I must escape, because I have the whatever-it-is-that-I-stole.
Lesson on LDs to dreamers
I enter a dream which I recognize as having had before waking up but didn’t recall then. It had to do with being in some classroom and it being invaded by wasps. First one, then two, then we are all trying to escape from them, cause an entire colony entered through a hole in the ceiling. As we go out and close the door, our teacher promises to go back and get our stuff for us. She gets some guys to go and when they come back they bring dolls. Each of us had a doll which is delivered to each seat on a new classroom where we shall continue our lesson (?).
Then on the new room, there’s a long table, with the dolls on and we seat, more like to have a meal than to have a class. All of this is absurd and I slowly get lucid. Then I start talking to the nearby colleagues – I don’t know any of them, a girl and two guys. I am looking at their faces which are very clear and don’t change even when I look away. I tell them about lucid dreams, that I am currently having one and that I think they are not DC’s but actual dreamers. They seem surprised but interested. They ask how do I know it is a dream and I sank my arm on the table. They find it so cool and try to do the same with no success. I explain they first have to believe it is a dream and teach them the nose pinch RC. I do it at the same time as the girl. I tell her I am feeling my RL body breathing very clearly but she tells me she can’t. But I tell “OK, yet you are breathing although you’re pinching nose.” Sometimes you don’t feel it right away. Then she says she is starting to feel it. She looks very focused, she smiles and... I wake up.
On some ecovillage on a remote area. It is somewhat closed and hidden from most eyes and it is kind of a sanctuary. I am listening to a lady with long hair who lives there and she explains that when the civilization collapses, everybody will turn to places like these and hope to be welcomed. But she says they can’t open their arms to everybody, so they’ll only be open to people who had previously a connection to them and contributed to their project, for example with donations. I find it a bit cold-blooded, but I totally understand and I start considering doing just that.
Celebration of mission acomplished
After a good succeeded mission (I guess the temple one?), I meet with some group of people from alternative underground movements I know. We’re all jammed into a very tight place, like a secret office bunker we have. It’s so crowded there we can hardly move, but we’re partying. I’m the hero of the day and get congratulated. But there’s some girl who is totally jealous of me and just wants to humiliate me, so she posted pictures of me on the wall. She says it’s in homage to me, but they are private, familiar stuff that wasn’t supposed to be exposed. On one I am totally fat with my belly showing (I wonder when that was???). She looks at me defying but I smile and go over it, totally not caring. We’re celebrating, so I hug her. She feels touched by my attitude and she looks embarrassed. She asks me sorry and ask if I believe she can change as a person. I tell her yes, she smiles and then she leaves. I sit and start writing on my DJ, once again forgetting to first wake up.
Guy looking for Celia
At home with my BF. Some guy knocks on the door and I open. He asks for Celia. I say she doesn’t live there. He doesn’t believe me and insists this is her house. I try to recall who she can be and tell him she did indeed live there before us, but now we’re the ones living there for more than a year. He still can’t believe it and gets really angry. He gets inside without permission and starts looking around. My BF does not believe his attitude, but I make a sign to chill. I tell the guy I will look in my contact book if I have her number, so he can talk to her and find where she lives now. But I don’t know her full name. He tells me she is Celia Silene. But as I do this, the guy is picking up some papers we left on the table and starts making innuendos that my BF’s signature does not match in different documents. I say “Sorry, and what are you insinuating with that?” He says he is not saying anything but I read in his mind he thinks we’re liars and somehow kidnapped her or worst. He sits on the sofa and will not move any time soon. I ask my BF to be patient as I go look for my agenda.
Our home is quite impressive, big, beautiful, stylish. Then I see we have a backdoor open and some people standing there. I am amazed at the house design – it is Japanese like, with a porch all around and sliding doors and we even have an altar full of golden Buddhas, turned to this backdoor. That is why some people are there. They look like Inuits. They are a couple with two girls. They are admiring the Buddhas and ask if they can come in, but I explain this is a private home, not a museum of some kind. Still, I tell them we will gladly welcome them there some other time as we have a “guest” in the living room that we have to deal with. I then cuddle the older girl’s head and she looks totally pissed off and gets away from me. I say I’m sorry and I wonder maybe it was just her teen attitude. Then I do the same to the youngest, but she also reacts badly and I feel stupid.
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG
23:30 GMT – Sleep
Fragments: Björk in a colourful dress. Stuff about my travel to Japan.
Decorating a bar
On a terrace or penthouse, helping my mom decorating it. We decide where to put two bookshelves and at last minute she decides changing their place to maximize the space. This place is cozy but doesn’t look like a home to live in, more like a bar with glass walls around and view over the city. There are sofas in the middle and a bar desk on the left side. After we finish decorating it, the building starts shaking (recurrent dream) but this time I manage to stabilize it just by wishing it to stop.
Watching and being on other people's skin
Then I am an observer of a couple’s story. She is coming to this bar, she is a beautiful blond med student, coming for first time to this city for some event. She is married to an older guy who loves her very much but also has a secret affair with an older woman. This girl is not happy with her relationship but she thinks her husband is so devoted she can’t possibly hurt him. Then she meets a young doctor at this bar and they instantly connect and speak all night. She ends up in his apartment and they sleep together. She feels no guilt but her husband then calls to know where she is, because she was supposed to have taken the night train. She lied that she lost last train and had to sleep at train station. He is sick worried and promises to go get her immediately by car. She runs to train station and wonders how she’s gonna tell him the truth.
Then I’m back on this bar, this time I am under the skin of a guy and another guy comes to me and asks me if I’m such and such person. I say yes and ask why. He says a friend told him great things about me and my last book published. I go humble and say it wasn’t that great and actually feel embarrassed.
Ivy League University
Then I’m myself and I’m outside. It’s early morning and I’m in front of what looks like some Ivy League University. I stand still for a while in front of its gates and hear some music coming from behind me, from what seems a parking meter. It is some hymn and it feels so enjoyable I listen to the end. Then I finally cross the street and enter the gates. I have some bags there and need to go get them to leave. I fly my way there and nobody cares except 3 or 4 guys who seem surprised and point at me. I land close to them and walk from there on. Some other guy and girl are walking around collecting signatures and donations for some health related NGO. I say I’m not interested right now and they don’t insist.
Then the lawn becomes a sandy beach and I see kids playing. I spot a really cute baby alone in the sand and I pick him up, to find out it’s just a really believable doll. Then two girls come up and ask me to play with them. They have more of these dolls, girls and boys version.
I become lucid and decide I must remember this sequence of dreams since I had already woke up before and was too tired to write notes. So I believe I woke up and I start writing on my DJ, then I go back to sleep. Only later I really wake up frustrated that it was a FA and then had hard time recalling the dreams.
The attack of the Jennies
I go semi-lucid and decide to fly. I try to do that trick Neo does on Matrix, of kneeling down to lift off with high speed, but I only manage to jump a few meters high. I do some acrobatics in the air for fun or to impress someone. Then I decide climbing an old tree behind me that seems to impress some ladies on the ground. I see the clouds above me and I see a green pasture on top of a hill and I see a fence around a herd of cows. Then I put my hand on some tree branch and there’s a tarantula which gives me the creeps and I lose my semi-lucidity.
When I go back to the ground I actually feel sorry for the spider – it looked really old and I think it missed a leg.
It was becoming dark and I walk towards these ladies that look alike. All dressed in black, long straight hair and luminescent stripes on their outfits. Then I see them touching a guy and a girl which transform into copies of these ladies, with same exact look. When I realise they are up to no good, I hide behind a car and prepare to run but they spread like a virus and suddenly they are by my side. Just have time to fly away. Then no matter where I go they have taken over. I call them Jennies. In the morning I finally reach some property where some event is taking place and people still look normal. I think they are worth saving but how can I alert them and what can they do to defend themselves? I find my friend John Blacksmith and ask for his help. Because he is good at speeches, I tell him to interrupt the people talking and warning them, but when he gets the mic he doesn’t go straight to it. Through the window I can see Jennies coming. I push him and grab the mic and just say we’ve been invaded by some kind of aliens who take control over us just by touching us – most people think it’s a joke, but some lady asks me why do I assume they came to harm us. I say I don’t know if that’s the case, but whatever they are doing is not with our consent and therefore not acceptable. Anyway, soon they hear screams and realise it’s serious and start running in all directions. I escape through a sliding glass door behind me and fly to the roof. Soon they are everywhere and I don’t know what to do.
7:30 GMT – wake up
dream recall is improving Also, fairly vivid colours and scenes due to WBTB at 4am.
Throwing blue smoke at an invisible person so [we?] can see him (and kill him??)
Baby sitting a 3 year old boy. He shows me a doll in the mirror that isn't there in real life. It is ugly as hell and is wearing a yellow dress. I grab it out of the mirror and squeeze it.
Leaves, cherry picker, 4wd, gutter
Running up many stairs in an outdoor tower/fort. running past backpacks which I know are useful. Possibly on a team with some people. Getting attacked by some brightly coloured animal with small pteradactyl wings [dog? jackal?]
maze building dark, fire torches
31.07.2009Brains: The Tommy Incident (DILD)
★★★☆☆NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID
So many dreams last night. Like, a ridiculous number. I remember a lot of the details as well, but there's no way I'm writing that much, despite the fact they were all so awesome. There was only one lucid among the bunch, and it was less exciting than pretty much every single non-lucid. Regardless, I think the experiment is working. We'll see in the days to come.
I had woken up. I needed to remove a few illegal files from my fileshare and some sorta web server, because I had just recently been approached by a lawyer on the matter. As I head downstairs I notice something is definitely off. For one, I recall those things being part of a dream I had earlier that night. Two, my body felt heavier than usual. I RCed.
Oh, awesome. Looks like I'm dreaming. Now what? I guess I'll try to summon PTD and eat his brains. I knew he'd be mad if there wasn't a decent fight beforehand, so I layed down and formed a mech-suit around myself. It turned out to be a pretty lame mech-suit. Its only weapon was a wrist blade. When I got up, there PTD was, in a similar mech-suit, just as I was expecting. At least, I think it was him. Hard to tell.
And so, the battle began, in my living room. He came at me with his own wrist blade. I dodged and blocked his arm from coming back around. His other hand came in for a punch, but I grabbed his fist, and went for a sweep, trying to pull him off balance and onto the floor. At that point both his feet were off the ground, but he was still standing. I was like "WTF? You have exceeded given parameters, shut down immediately." Surprisingly enough, it did. The mask came off and it turns out it wasn't PTD. The face was some creepy doll like face, and the most unsettling music started playing.
The doll, spoke, but its mouth didn't move. It said, "I am Tommy, I have committed suicide as per your request, but I will return to have my vengeance." The music was still playing, and I was getting freaked out. I realized the dream was getting out of my control, so in order to save myself from what was bound to be a disturbing experience, I woke myself up.