2022 May 8th Fragment: Something like NMS. Flying through space in a system of a few planets. There's a Dyson sphere surface (like in FL before entry) and there's a planet which just seems to be melding or embedded with the sphere surface (which in itself appears impossibly flat). Something feels slightly trippy as I start to warp towards this planet. (recall gap) Border control place, at an Arabic-looking kind of building. Some kind of ID is needed to enter this place, which is an unspecified foreign country. (recall gap) Then I'm in a drawing class. Feels like college but with a mix of university too. There are photocopies of classical Roman-themed drawings which are sitting upright on a conveyor system and going around the classroom. I'm late to the class and don't get a brief and such. I start trying to draw based on one drawing of a gladiator down on the floor, the composition is focused on his head, wearing one of those brass helms. (Like in Jean-Leon Gerome's "Pollice Verso") I get about halfway through drawing this with a BIC pen and then somebody takes away the reference drawing I was using. I get annoyed by this and I try to simply wait to get it back and make attempts on my own to continue my drawing but it seems like it's not going to happen. I try to ask my tutor V for help but this doesn't go so well because he's trying to talk and me and others keep interrupting him and he forgets where he was with it, so he never really finishes circling around to any of us. Then the class is ending and my drawing remains unfinished, even though I'd been trying to make do without the reference. As people are leaving, someone takes the drawing I was working on, though I don't realise at first. When I do realise, I get annoyed and a bit frustrated by how everything was going. I just can't find the drawing anywhere and assume someone stole it. V and JC were waiting for me to finish looking because V was offering to give us a ride home and now they've been waiting a bit too long and just leave without me. It's now night time outside and there are other people around, so I am unable to distinguish who they are or where they went, in the dark. At this point I try to reverse time, without much fine control over how much time to reverse. The dream ends after a failed attempt where I reverted time too much, I think. Notes: - The main "trippy" thing about what was going on in the first segment was more or less what I could only ever describe as a feeling of dread when I first played some games like FL and when I experimented with placing planets and objects in such ways that the effect was so unnatural and which meant that when physically navigating these instances in a ship created a feeling very much like a fear of unknown and a sensation like falling. I can't really describe the effect on me too well because it has always felt particularly unique and I've never heard any special term for it, so weak comparisons are the best I can do. - I haven't thought much at all about something like the mentioned gladiator's painting for quite some time, though it is definitely amongst my favourites in paintings of such styles. The closest thing I can think of right now that has any associative resemblance would be thinking of a hairstyle for a character for H. -- The other aspect of this in the segment, is that the drawn reference of the gladiator that I was looking at was exceptionally well drawn and originally in graphite. The dead gladiator's expression was that of shock, looking sideways to his right, which relative to the position of his head would be "up". The point of view was at eye level to the dead gladiator and there was a fracture or some other kind of damage to the helmet. I distinctly recall there being chainmail under his helm. - The whole atmosphere to the drawing/college segment was one of a transitional phase, much like university actually had been. There was some dedication on my part but I was still not "in tune" with all of it. Although I do not recall exactly the quality of my own work too much in this segment, it wasn't too far off the original drawing I was looking at for reference. Symbolically, as this had the feel of a transitional phase and there are aspects of hindrances and frustrations, this is likely related to some of my current issues, which are not with some external factor this time but with an internal one, since it reflects the seriousness I want to put in while also reflecting something of myself to be lacking, with regards to having the required drive to push myself along where I want to go. (I am not feeling able to adequately express the sentiment of the relevance of this to myself right now) - Again this dream shows a strong symbolic element relating to three principles; individuality, group and collective, which seem to be strongly recurring elements at present, or perhaps my mind is much more focused on noticing this type of recurring element lately.
26th April 2022 Fragment: Something about WoW. I remember discussing Sunken Temple in chat and also being near the actual place. 28th April 2022 Fragment: Something about drawing. I draw or notice in a character drawing, some different way of shading around the edges? (Wish I'd retained recall better) 29th April 2022 ~9:00 Fragment: (Left recall too long, about two hours from waking) A dream bit where I'm either an observer or just watching in some sense. These two women are fighting each other, one of them is in her mid fourties or so and she's using a pole or something like one to attack the other woman. She has semi Asian features but would otherwise seem Caucasian, with a sort of gristly and greying black wavy hair. The other woman is in her mid twenties or so. She's white, has straight black hair. The area is like some outdoor stone steps, cream colours, modern architectural feel. As the two of them fight, the younger one starts growing, at first only her breasts but then all of her, proportionally. The older woman remarks cheekily on this and the growing younger woman complains that now she won't be able to go to the ball or gala (?) and in the end her breasts end up being smaller in proportion compared to how they were before the growth. She's also upset about the fact that she won't be able to get any clothes to fit her now. (Dream went on, rest of recall was lost) Notes: - Mostly some notes for the last fragment: It is not too typical for me to be present in a dream only as an observer, though it does happen. In this case however, the relation between the dream characters seems like a dynamic that might happen between some of my characters like S and N, though with a detached relationship between each other in this case. - The older woman had more air of confidence to herself than the younger one did, and if anything the younger woman had more anger to her. This may be a reflection of what I've found through my own conscious and waking retrospection as I've gotten older. - In a sense, both women were the same woman. The older woman could be said to be an altered or warped version of the younger and what she lacked in drive she made up for in the self-confidence; this seems evident from how she made a cheeky remark when the younger woman started growing, rather than being intimidated by the fact. And likewise, the younger woman's angry drive became more of a hapless confusion as the situation changed unexpectedly, her concerns turning away from the immediate fighting (perhaps because the threat appeared diminished relative to her) and onto concerns about a unspecified future (the clothes, the ball/gala). - A side note here, S and N appeared as characters mostly through non-conscious manifestation, whilst their development became partly consciously adopted. So for me the relationship between these two women in this dream is of special interest because it happened entirely out of a non-conscious dynamic, which evolved on its own. I had no influence or interaction, I was simply an observer, which meant that their development was not influenced by my thought, because as the type of observer I was, I had no specific thoughts, perhaps because any part of me that was capable of thought and emotion was inhabiting the women, whilst the senses themselves were not removed from my point of view, as an observer.
27th April 2021 Fragment: Something about flying through space. There's something like DSP to this dream. I am checking out a planet, but as I approach it, I realise with some surprise that it's one of the Deuteria systems I'd already built on (in the dream). I then set course for a greatly distant star system? In the galaxy map, I can see this system has three stars. I arrive there pretty quickly despite the distance. The dream is not fully like DSP and the three stars are in odd placements around the system, sort of hiding within tight clusters of planets. There's an interesting play of light and ambience as a result. Fragment: I'm in the context of old home but the dream location details are vague now. I remember being in something like my room(?) but the house layout feels different and on a bed or a table there's a number of my drawings. Some are explicit but I don't try to tidy it up. Something about being called through to another room, by dad? In the dream, there's an implied sense that my parents know about the type of things I draw sometimes. I feel some discomfort about it but in the dream it's more like the general discomfort or embarrassment from parents trying to be a part of things you don't necessarily want them to be a part of. Something about going to meet up with L? (I left recall too long and allowed myself to be distracted) Fragment: In the van/car and it's overcast; hail is falling. Notes: - Some days later, there was hail, but I don't remember looking at the forecasts. - L is the only person in the family who knows that I draw explicit artwork now and then. -- Part of that dream certainly relates to my feeling of isolation from being unable to discuss the subject very openly with most people.
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22nd November 2020 Dream: I was sitting at a desk and there was a piece of paper; it was blank or had something recently drawn on it. I wanted to practice doing buildings and started off with a very simple rectangular one. I wasn't being able to keep the lines steady in any direction, which annoyed me. Then, next to this building, I started drawing another building starting with a sloping roof and then drawing in some windows but then quite soon I was drawing these small cross sections in parts of this building and these sections started draw themselves full of complete scenes of what the rooms were like. I kept drawing cross section bits and adding in small details and finding details adding themselves to the drawing. As I kept my focus on drawing, perceptually, it started to feel like I kept getting closer and closer to the paper. Very gradually and seamlessly, I entered one of these scenes but I could somehow still see things sort of in cross section, like in a 2.5D platformer game or something. I remember a few characters, there was an elephant lady on a bed in a room above or adjacent to the main view/focus; she had some lights on but it was otherwise dark in her room and she was sliding the end of her trunk on a grating to a ventilation shaft; this made noise that scared another character in a different room and I think that character became angry out of embarrassment or something. Later on, some bit where there was a nurse character, whose details I don't remember so well. I knocked her on the head with something massive and she went down (through the floor or over a mezzanine?) and something broke her fall, I think maybe me. I remember telling her "you idiot, this is my dream!". In the dream this was meant as some sort of explanation to the confusion she displayed when she realised she was fine after the hit and the fall. Nearby up some steps on a flat tier was a giant cobra, but in the dream I thought it was an adder, for some reason. Fragment: An earlier dream focused on NCIS, but which I don't care enough to make full note of the details. The dream focused on McGee and he was flying a small private jet and then someone is with him passes him a phone, with Gibbs on the line. In the dream it was like in the actual show, in terms of witticisms, humour and timings. McGee was more self-aware as a character than any other and questioned how could it be possible that Ducky and Gibbs were already at the scene in this other country he'd now be landing in at. Notes: - In the first dream, the whole thing reminded me a bit of the type of crazy and silly drawings in "finding Wally". I went through a few of those books quite often when I was younger. I don't know where those books are or if they were thrown away. - A lot of detail was missing from my recall but the from the moment the scenes started being filled in as I drew cross sections and windows, there was a huge amount of ornamental detailing to the scenes that made them feel overly complete. - I haven't seen a snake in my dreams for a while and I don't think I'd ever had an elephant in a dream before (hm, which also has a "snake" on its face?). - There was some kind of dark and red-ish lighting to the room/area the giant cobra was in. - The nurse did elicit some type of pre-lucid awareness, especially considering my remark to her confusion. - I slept quite poorly. My neck and lower teeth were aching as I wrote my notes and afterwards.
26th August 2020 DFLN Long dreams, poor recall because of noisy workers outside. Fragment: Remember being at my old best friends' house. His younger brother was there too, but was older? I think I talked to my friend about my art. I thought about showing him some drawings, I remembered he used to draw a bit, including by tracing. Notes: - Back when we were actually friends, I considered tracing to be a "cheat", a notion I have dropped in recent years.
I remember standing in a sort of booth next to the door out of the house, seeing a thunderstorm in the distance. My father is outside, on his way to somewhere. I call out to him, telling him that there's a supercell coming. Suddenly, there're really strong wind gusts, blowing around leaves and possibly some other stuff. My father swears and quickly runs to the porch and inserts the key into the door, going in and closing the door behind him. Suddenly, we're inside the house. My father is sitting in his bedroom as usual and my mother is sitting on the living room couch, with her tablet in her hands. We're all just basically ignoring the storm. I sit down on the couch, too, and she comes over to show me something on the tablet. She explains that she found an app in which you just have to some easy activities like drawing on something to earn money. She does that for a bit. Then, I am suddenly at the entrance of the living room and go over to my mother. She then gives me the tablet and says that I should draw on some characters face because I'd like it. I was about to explain that I only like painting, not everything having to do with art, but then the dream ended. I also wanted to ask how much money we had earned so far.
Here is the visual dream journal drawing entry for the day https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3tLBrkesZX0 Here are my dreams from February 25 to 27, 2018. Round 1 In my first round of dreams, I just had some vague memories. One was of a woman I know moving to a house near me, and seeing her move in. Another was of being in a restaurant and handing someone a big pack of linens. Something at the local food store. Something with my sister at a restaurant. My old neighbors were sitting near us. We ordered beverages. I left a 2 dollar tip. We decided not to stay because the rest of our family wasn't there. Round 2 Round 2 of dreams my memory was starting to improve again. It started with something about not doing too many house chores so the person can take care of themself. Then a part with T P, a friend from school, in my room, looking at a paper. We had to put the room lights on and they were yellowish. Maybe a carry over from yellowish lighting at the library that day. Then I was in a bathroom stall. Listening to a lucid dreaming podcast about how people can recreate sensory experiences with their mind. And recreating sensory experiences with my own mind. Then I went out of the stall and there was a pile of dirt on the ground. I didn't want my dad to think it was food so I started to sweep it. Then I was afraid to harm the plants on the ground where I was sweeping so I stopped. I was making music in my mind. Woke up and thought those through. Fell asleep again and dreamed about strawberries. Then a truck pulled up and dumped out a bunch of dessert food. A cartoon character said, "put some cookies on it", and cookies covered the big strawberry. Then dessert toppings got poured all over the whole "dream screen". I woke up from this laughing. Round 3 I was in a room full of people at a meeting type thing. I was having a 3 minute share. My timer was running but other people kept talking. I just relaxed and said they could have my share time. E S tried to take my phone and look up an article for me to read. I didn't want him to take my phone because I have personal journals on it. I had to fight him as he tried to pull my phone out of my hands. I walked out of the room. There was more stuff I wound up forgetting. Then I was walking through a hall. A mahogany red wall appeared in front of me and I tapped it with a silver ladel to open it. i walked by a room of some people saying something like, "Ganondorfdalf" and was upset they broke my concentration. To my right I saw a screen playing something that could have been the Hobbit. I was thinking that I would be able to watch The Hobbit on cable T V now since it had been so long since it was out. Then I had a false awakening where I woke up in my room but in a dream. The lights were on. I was standing up using my voice recorder. An Indian woman was in my bed, asking me to come lay down. I told her I have to finish dream journaling. Then I decided I could go lay down with her because there is plenty of time to dream journal. But then I was afraid I would forget my dream. Then I was at the foot of my bed and saw a cigarette on the floor. I realized this might be a dream because there is no way there would be a cigarette in my room. I put my finger through my palm. I realized that I don't need to record my dreams into this voice recorder because it won't be there physically when I wake up. (then again, if it is all just electrons, maybe there is a way it could!) . I went to lay down with the indian woman and pushed the voice recorder off the pillow. I tried to tell her about my dreams so I would remember them upon awakening. Then we were in a big grassy field in broad daylight. There was a scary porcupine creature we were trying to get away from. The woman hid in the bushes and called her cat to her. Then I saw a bull heading straight for her from off in the distance. The bull became a black Escalade with all shattered windows. It continued to barrel right at her. I tried to pull her to me with telekinesis. I stared at the shattered windows on the Escalade as it flew through the air in slow motion. I woke up. I laid in bed a little bit and thought it through. I thought I would like to go back into the dream and see what happened, or if I could save her. I waited a little bit and then felt some vibrations. I did a W I L D or D E I L D. I was conscious as I transitioned into dream state. What I first saw was like a fuzzy T V screen with black and white fuzz. I heard it going "Shhhh". Then I saw red text on a black background like a news channel. It said something like "untimely death". The woman was shown in a picture as having died. I felt horrible about this but tried to stay detached and just see what the dream would show me. The dream asked, "Do you want to know why she died? What is the reason?" Something like that. Then it showed a video game rendering of what must have been me, sweeping a walk way with water on each side. The dream said, "Inadequate Sweeping!" As the reason she died. It showed me smiling and waving at the camera twice. The video game version of me. And both times I had differently cut hair. I looked like an animal crossing or lego video game character. The dream showed puddles forming on the walk way after I left. That must have been why my sweeping was inadequate. It left puddles. I figured the dream was saying she slipped and fell in due to my not being careful. I woke up from that in my physical bed, feeling somewhat upset. But also excited about how vivid a dream it all was. I stayed still, recalling it, hoping to be able to D E I L D once more and try to rescue her. However, that was all I got. I recorded the dream. Round 4 I was in a class room. There was a girl on the side of the class room everyone was making a big deal about. We were getting exams back. I looked at someone else's scores and felt guilty for peeking. I got a 97. The teacher was saying how I did so well because I pay attention well. I was thinking this was because I am so dedicated to dream recall. I noticed the amount of minus ones on my paper in red ink added up to more than 3. So how was that a 97? I was thinking of what an awesome dreamer I am. Then I was in a video game. Or playing a video game. Within the dream. I spontaneously realized it was a dream. Spontaneous Dialed. I felt fear as I made my character run from a big spider. I could shoot red fire balls. I crossed a bridge and shot some other enemies. The screen switched panels like old zelda games. I was amazed at how cool it was to be playing a unique video game in my dream. Then I had a false awakening. I dreamed that I had woken up from playing this on the T V. My sister was there and I told her how cool I am because I dreamed of a fully functional video game. I was nervous though because I hadn't recorded the dream yet and I was afraid I would forget it. My sister was asking if she could watch the Honey mooners. I asked her if she could watch it on her phone so the sound wouldn't distract me from dream recall. I was going to go up to the living room to record my dream. I was at my Nana's house in the Den. I started to panic because I was way too active and probably forgot the dreams by now. I woke up in my physical bed, relieved. I thought the dreams through and had a sense I had still forgotten a good amount of scenes before the exam part. Well, nothing I could do at that point, they were not coming to my mind. Round 5 From this round of dreams all I remembered was scrolling through a bunch of texts and picture messages. One had this picture of a blue guy with a red guy over one shoulder and a whitish guy over the other. There was another graphic text about not having gluten or wheat products. There were a few more dreams from that time but I wasn't able to remember them. Notes Good night of dreams. I have been stepping up my waking life recall so that will hopefully help with dream recall even more. I listen to my dreams on an M P 3 during the following day to reflect on them at a deeper level. I have been doing some home remedies for restless legs which seem to have been helping. If anyone has problems with restless legs and wants to know the different home remedies that are helping me then please comment saying so and I will explain.
Date of Dream: MON 2 OCT - 2017 Dream 205 - Separated Sections Dream 205 A - Not The Same Driver I don't remember how the dream started. From where I can remember, I was doing something at Brandon Park Shopping Centre. I went outside one of the exits and thought to myself “I want to be picked up now”. I was standing at the end of the car park, on the nature strip, repeatedly calling for Dreamy WB. This has got to be the most times I've called for Dreamy WB in a dream. I was calling and calling like in Dream No. 93, the first two cars drove right by. Also like in Dream No. 93, the cars were exactly the same colour... The shiny navy ones went past. A dull black one then came and by the way it was driving, I thought it was going to go past too. It was just swinging out and then it parked right in front of me on the kerb. The back door of the car opened and she was inviting me in, but something wasn't right... She wasn't acting normal. As I went in to hug her, she pulled away from me with that look of disapproval on her face. She then climbed over the box compartment in the middle of the car and got into the driver's seat, leaving me at the back by myself, not even talking to me. I mentally made my conclusion... This wasn't Dreamy WB. Rather, it was WB taking Dreamy WB's car for a spin. She ended up dropping me off at the top of Gladstone Road, linking to Police Road. I was walking along a granite path and I see something in the ground. I dig and find that it is a completely ruined Mario plush. The worst thing is that there is no nose on it. The nose was completely ripped off and looked like it had been thrown onto the ground. I can't remember anything after seeing the destroyed Mario plush. Dream 205 B - What About Me walking around the area of the local primary school. An event was taking place there with Killester girls. I was walking around casually for a while until the dream scene restarted. I was on a bus with a very few girls, being driven to the school. Once I was there, I saw another bus pull up. I looked into the bus from the parking lot and saw lots of girls in that one. WB was with a big group of them at the back, having a huge conversation and a laugh. In the dream, I could actually, literally feel my heart sink because I couldn't be with them. I don't remember what took place in the school hall. That's all I can remember about this dream. Dream 205 C - I Work For The AFL I forgot how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was at some random shopping centre when I was asked to do something for the AFL teams playing in the grand final. I was asked to draw up rough sketches to eventually make a PowerPoint presentation of the teams. I was then at my old house in the kitchen, doing some of the drawings. There was this sketch I apparently did of a red teddy bear and it got half a mark from the supervisor. That's all I can remember for this dream. Dream Trophies Achieved: - Oops I slipped (interact with WB when she's angry 1 time) >> I hugged her and she pulled away really quickly, not talking to me for the rest of the drive.
(Though not lucid, this first one was about dream control.) I've finally figured out how to work with this house. I've begun simply telling it, out loud, what I need from it - not exerting any effort or willpower, just a statement. "House, we need x thing," and the house takes care of it itself, without any effort on my part - simply informing the house what's needed instead of trying to control it. Amazing what a difference clear communication can make. I'm talking to a servant girl in a room about the size of a closet where she both works and, I'm surprised to learn, sleeps. I ask if she'd like her own room, which of course she does. "House, we need a spare room." I walk out the door and find a new room's appeared, though it's dark and half-finished and covered in dust. "A nicer spare room." Now it's something suitable for living in - and I don't think I looked away, and there didn't seem to be any transition. One moment it had the first appearance, the next moment it was completely different. The girl explores the new room, exclaiming over it. There's a little bundle of fake white roses in a bowl of sugar. There's what I think of as a wildfire at the edge of the house, just small patches of burning grass but I know it'll grow if I'm not careful. I have the impression this is the result of carelessly reshaping things, creating vulnerabilities around the edges. I have the house stop the fire, and though the fire's stubborn, it goes out as I walk towards it. (Woke up. Back to sleep.) A servant girl came running into a room at the back of the household after hearing one of the other servant girls shouting, but I grab her at the door and stop her. I can hear voices outside, and I recognize the voices of some soldiers who were causing problems with that second girl earlier, somewhere more public. They were reprimanded. Clearly they resented it and want payback. Realizing this, I admire the girl who came running to help; she's small and only armed with a kitchen knife and completely outnumbered, but she doesn't hesitate. Very noble. Unfortunately for both of them, I'm in a hurry, so I'm not going to let her go help her friend. I'm just here to track down an object that belongs to me and which was stolen long ago, and which she stole from its most recent owner - a leather journal with a star on the center of the cover. She showed me her room where it was hidden and ran off as soon as I released her, and I start looking through the journal, full of brief observations and sketches I'd drawn. I stop at the sketch on the last page, Jules sitting in a chair with his head tilted back. I feel like there's something foreshadowing about this. And while I'm looking at it, I hear an old man's voice as if he's looking over my shoulder. He makes a comment that makes it clear he recognizes Jules, and then asks me, "Did you follow me?"
Intensive DEILD attempt 1: I set my alarm to go off at 2 for a WBTB and to empty my bladder so it wouldn't distract me when I woke up for DEILD later in the night. I then went back to bed quickly and tried doing some SSILD cycles, but I think I fell asleep on the first long cycle O_O. I seem to remember waking up too soon and tried getting back to sleep again (my alarm for DEILD was set to go at 3:30am and every 15 minutes after to a total of 8 times) so I turned off the first DEILD alarm to give myself more time to fall asleep. After that I managed to wake up several times to the sound of really loud rooster screeching 'COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO!' next to my pillow. It think I'll change this tone because it became seriously annoying . I did manage to lie still atleast 3 times upon waking up I think, but I didn't stay still. I always ended up moving. Also I had poor recall because of this and ended up sleeping in. I can't recall the order of all these dreams (except the first and last one) Dream 1 - FA? I remember waking to the sound of my alarm at 2 and rolling around and getting up but it was crazy weird because I thought I was in a dream. The feeling I had as I woke up was like deja vu. I think I woke up as my body was about to enter REM which gave me this weird feeling (not really a dream but oh well). Dream 2 - Script I remember a vague dream about the dream occurring in a dream script. Imagine reading a book and then imagining what's happening as you read, that's pretty much what this dream was like. I had done a bunch of reading before going to bed, it was like a block of text was scrolling up and there were these supporting images forming in the background that played out the story. Dream experience: 4 (unique) Dream awareness: 0 (completely unaware) Dream 3 - Compare and contrast Me and another person are in a room, not very detailed and everything isn't that focused. We're talking about something and comparing them together, but none of it makes any sense really. Dream experience: 2 (pretty uneventful) Dream awareness: 1 (emotion) Dream 4 - Drawing book I seem to be at my parents house with my family somewhere around. There are 2 parts to this dream, 1 where I'm 'awake' and another where I'm doing the same thing but in a 'dream'. In the first part I think I'm in the lounge and I have a book out. It's pretty much related to schoolwork where I'm doodling out these boxes and filling them in with time lapses to illustrate a change over time in something. The first one was to do with whales. It was a box divided into 4 segments and each depicted a whale going from one stage to the next. I think there were 3 other boxes with diagrams depicting other concepts (I had a feeling they were geology related) though I only saw 2 others and without enough clarity to make out what they were. The next part of the dream I'm 'asleep' and I'm dreaming out the same scenario in the house, this time my daughter is there though and I'm showing her what I've done. I put the book down on the ground and open it up and I can show four pages at the same time (this should be impossible since a normal book can only show 2 pages (left and right leafs)). My parents come and tell me that it's time to go, we're going out somewhere tonight I think, probably dinner. Dream experience: 5 (longer with 2 'parts' - kind of unique transition) Dream awareness: 3 (I had some inkling of a feeling that I was present, as well as being able to focus on details)
I had this dream a couple of weeks ago when it was still September, but I unfortunately didn't write it up in time to get credit for the Task of the Month. Bringing a Drawing to Life This dream started out in a parking garage. I was a vampire slayer, but I had gotten myself in over my head, and I was having to bail. I had a large group of vampires after me and I needed to get away and re-think my plan and come up with a new strategy. I had gotten enough ahead of the vampires that they couldn't see me. I took this opportunity to jump out of the parking garage. I was about three levels up, but I landed well. I was grateful that I was a vampire slayer and was able to do that without getting hurt. [My mind is so good at creating reasons why I can do things, so I don't question my reality. ] I quickly ran past a few stores in an open mall and finally decided I needed to be off the streets, so I ducked into one of the stores. It was a clothing store, and as I ran in I quickly started to take off some of my clothing, like my black leather jacket that I knew would give me away as the Slayer. I grabbed a pink sweater and pulled it on. Then I found a fluffy white knitted hat and slipped that on next. I did this with several more items until I was pretty sure that the vampires wouldn't recognize me. Somewhere in here I suddenly became lucid. I don't remember the "ah-ha" moment. But as soon as I was lucid. I totally forgot about the vampires. (See, if I were more like my friend I would have had an epic battle. I really need to remember this.) But the thing on my mind was the Task of the Month. The task I wanted to accomplish was to draw something and then bring it to life. I felt that was right up my alley. So I ran over to a desk that was in the same store and saw some paper and a pencil. I picked up the pencil and started drawing the first thing that came to mind--which happened to be a huge spider that filled the entire sheet of paper. i was impressed at how good of a job I had done drawing it. It was drawn in the 3D style you see a lot of these days. It already looked quite realistic. I got ready to concentrate and bring it to life--when I suddenly stopped myself. What was I thinking?? Did I really want to bring this spider to life and let him loose in my dream? I would have to worry for the rest of the dream that it would start crawling up my leg. And dream or not, I didn't want to have that happen. So I tried to think of something else to draw. I looked at the paper and saw that there was a mouse that was already partially drawn. I decided to finish it. But the angle was off. I couldn't get it to look like I wanted. I didn't like the way the previous person had drawn its eye. I realized that trying to finish someone else's picture was harder that starting my own. So I decided to start all over again. I decided to draw a snake. I started with the tail and drew up to the head. As I got to the head I wanted to make absolute certain that I was not drawing a viper's head--because that would be every bit as bad as having that spider on the loose. (Why was I drawing all these potentially dangerous animals anyway??) So I made the snake's head so small that it blended in with it's body. I started making a stripe down the back of it's had as to make certain that this was a garter snake--NOT venomous. For some reason I didn't bring the snake to life. I'm not sure why I changed my mind. I finally decided to draw ants and make them come alive. Ants were easy to draw and they were also very safe. So I doodled a couple of little ants, nothing fancy, and then stared at them and willed them to come to life. After just a few seconds one of the ants suddenly became real and quickly ran over the edge of the paper and hid under it. That was fast. I then did the second ant. And before I had a chance to get a really good look at it, it too had run off the paper hiding under some other papers on the desk. And I think something woke me up at this point because I don't remember anything beyond this.
Morning of August 22, 2015. Saturday. Yet again, I am back in my childhood home in Cubitis. The setting, though, is more near the entrance into the kitchen, though still in the living room area. For whatever reason, there is a character present who seems to be a version of actor Anthony Hopkins, who starred in the first movie my wife Zsuzsanna and I ever saw together in a theater before we we married (“Shadowlands”, about C.S. Lewis). He remains mostly standing near the entrance to the hallway and talking to me about how good an artist I am and the aspects of what I am working on at the time. This does not trigger lucidity in any way. I am seated at a table, making some sort of large drawing with just a few felt pens, yet still get the impression it is related to a painting - or maybe it will become a painting eventually. I make a statement a bit later of how I wish I had more of a variety of colors to work with. The more the actor comments positively on my work, the more I seem to absentmindedly start adding random lines and what may eventually eliminate the original image. The image seems to be an ambiguous scene, seemingly as seen from a window, but with both winter (as there is seemingly sparse snow) and summer features. There is a bird (unknown species) near the upper middle of the image as well as trees and a sunrise or sunset. Its wings are out as if in flight, though I think it may also be on a branch at one point, as the image changes over time. There is an unusual nature to my work at one point. I try to focus on it and even “explain” it to the actor (and my wife who is present) before I wake. The concept makes no sense at all, though. It is something like including an additional layer over the image as someone else has also painted or drawn the same scene (elsewhere) but slightly smaller, or something like me making the picture as if someone else were drawing it as a “reflection” into my drawing. (It is hard to explain, as it does not make much clearer sense in my dream, either, though I suppose it could also be related as my image being on an easel within the actual scene but the easel being transparent and showing the scene more realistically through the outline of my less-formed artistic version.) Although my image was seemingly very well-done in the first part of my dream, I am adding lines (wider apart) over previous lines, removing the more defined nature of the image, supposedly superimposing the art of someone different over my own version. I am starting to think that Anthony will become annoyed with what I am doing (in “ruining” my original work), but he has not commented at this later point. All in all, this may simply be yet another metaphor for the waking process; that is, my dream becoming less-defined as I am waking even though my dream-self is attempting to clarify or change the dream’s energies somehow. During my work in the mid-1980s, I found that many dreams can be seen in this manner, especially flying dreams, which represent the state of dreaming itself.
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There is a scene change and I am now looking at Sensei's dream journal, which is quite a large book, which when opened reveals that for this lucid dream that was 1.10 hrs or 110 mins long Sensei has decided go draw the entire dream. I browse through several large fully illustrated pages. On the first page is Sensei himself like on a large poster, it looks like a mix between a very good drawing and a computer manipulated picture with really cool colors. He is wearing a sort of anime style/futuristic adventure outfit. The whole journal entry comes to life and now looks like a youtube video. In the meantime, the real Sensei comes in the room and starts to voice synch the journal entry that now's playing.
My cat had given birth to three kittens. One was grey with green eyes and I named her Satri after one of my comic characters. Another one was black and white like a panda, and I named him Panda. The last one was blue and white with bright blue eyes. I named him Storm. I remember thinking of how I have dreamed of a bright blue cat before. I was at an airport where this psychic person would draw your 'higher self' or 'soul' or some such nonsense. I asked her to draw mine. She drew really fast, she only had one pencil but was somehow able to change its color. In about five or ten seconds she finished. The picture she drew looked something like my avatar picture (supposed to be my dream self.) But the highlights were spread all through the hair, and the face was rendered more realistically. My mom was really excited, like a little girl to get herself drawn as well. But when her's turned out to be some kind of hideous blob monster, she got really mad at the psychic. We had to get onto our airplane after that. My dad was telling my mom to stop acting like such a baby because her drawing came out bad. A story about a woman who was supposed to be the leader of a fantasy kingdom. However she had to endure these trials, and in one of them she was suspended on a platform with another man for three days. During the full moon, she turned into a where-leopard. And on the third night, the moon was full, she could not contain her hunger and ate the other man. She then stated fighting this evil guy in a black cloak that rode in on a horse, but she was having trouble fighting because she had just eaten. Then the old king of the kingdom showed up and helped her fight off the black cloaked man. He eventually fled. The woman changed back to normal because the moon went behind a cloud. She was sad because she had 'messed up' and ended the life of another person. The old king explained to her how she was going to be the leader, the people wanted someobody who was hardworking and never gave up. They didn't care about her flaws and mistakes so long as she kept trying to be the best that she could be. A mad scientist was involved in the story somehow. I was at a football game at my college. I can't really remember why I was there and I remember asking myself why I was at the football game. I became partially lucid for the entirety of this dream. I was trying to leave but I ran into this group of girls who stated that they recognized me. I vaguely recognized two of their faces as girls from my high school who had crushes on me, but there were four or five of them. They were all wearing school colors and had face paint on. They said that they wanted me to come with them. For no particular reason other than seeing what they wanted to do, I decided to go with them. We walked into the outside area of the stadium (where all the food stands are under the seats) and somehow wound up in my garage. But it still felt like I was at the stadium. One of them pointed out something odd about my hair. I looked in the mirror (we don't have a mirror in the garage IWL) I noticed it was partially black and partially brown. I thought this was strange. I lost the dream after that.
I'm trapped inside a long building with a tornado approaching. I'm safe in here, but I learn that there is a group of people outside. They're trapped out there, and in great danger. So I draw a picture that turns into reality - covering all the ground in foam. They are imposed on the picture, but the ink for their eyes bleeds because it is fresh. I add a vicious zeebra/dog just for fun. Then I flood the world with invisible water, and drop the water level down to my chest. I can breathe underwater, but just in case others can't, I drop the water level again to below the entrance to the safe building.
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