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Dream 1 - Murloc hunting
I remember hunting murlocs (from WoW) with a dwarf who had a gun. He would shoot them and the whole dream kind of felt like a video game. I remember trying to kill a murloc before it reached me, it was running down these stairs and I was firing at it through these iron bars. It then rounded the corner and leaped at me and killed me (though it was like a video game death and I wasn't really connected to the feeling of dying).

Dream experience: 2 (video game)
Dream awareness: 1 (disconnected)

Dream 2 - Supermarket
I remember standing outside a supermarket which didn't resemble any I think I've seen in RL. There was a pedestrian crossing nearby and lots of cars going past. I was waiting for my friend Olly who had taken my backpack to the bag drop zone where you apparently leave your bags while you shop... Now that I think about it, this place kind of resembles the airport O_O. While waiting I looked around as I had heard the sound of a Morepork Owl hooting somewhere. I saw behind the window of the 4th floor in a nearby building an owl. It was just sitting there and I thought it may be stuck inside. I pointed it out to a couple people. My friend arrives back and I think we cross the crossing but I don't recall what happened after that.
Next thing I know is that I'm heading to the bag drop area and I need to go take a leak. I head to the men's room and I have bare feet, I have to avoid puddles of 'water' ... I was pretty aware at this point as I ended up focusing in on the details of the floor to avoid the watery areas reflecting light. I saw some stairs heading up and figured that there would be less water on the ground.

Dream experience: 4 (vivid, good hearing)
Dream awareness: 3 (average recall, body awareness, some detail)

Dream fragment
I remember reaching into a cookie jar that resembled the one my parents had when I was a little kid. The cookies in it were the same as the ones I had found in the kitchen cupboard yesterday except there were 2 types. 1 was exactly the same as the one in real life, the other was the same type but much larger and flatter. I vaguely remember eating a big cookie and it tasted nice .

Dream 3 - Raining
I was talking to someone else who had started no PMO, I think it was my friend Daniel. He had told me about how it had affected him and all that. I then confessed to him that I, too, had started no PMO. I said that I had been on it for 32 days, and showed him the Brainbuddy app I was using. I felt like his entire reaction to this was kind of off. Like he wasn't reacting the way he should have been. The scene seems to change.
I remember being in my bed in my parents house which exactly resembled the room I'm actually staying in. I was rolling around and fantasizing and trying to resist the urges of NoFap, until I realized that I was in this state. I immediately stopped myself and knew that I would need to bring myself to my senses and get out of my bed. I willed myself to sit up... I opened the curtains to my right and peered outside. The deck was right there (in reality the deck is a few metres to the left and doesn't reach my window), it was raining outside and my dad was sitting at a wooden table eating breakfast. It didn't occur to me that this was particularly weird. I opened a window and got his attention, we said good morning to each other. He said "it must be beautiful in there", referring to how warm and cosy my room was and how cold and wet it was outside. Even my windows had fogged up a bit from the heat and my room just felt warm.

Dream experience: 5 (vivid, interesting, odd behaviours of characters)
Dream awareness: 4 (vivid, good recall, good detail, attention to character behaviours)

Notes: I need to reflect on how I rate dream awareness and I think I may do it to the 5 'layer's of lucidity. Whereas with dream experience I think I'll just go by how much I enjoyed the dream on a personal scale. I managed to get my recall back a little bit, I think tomorrow night I'll be able to get the standard clarity back and from there I'll work on getting lucid again.

Morning of April 20, 2015. Monday.



This dream was kind of a semi-abstract (as I could still at least partly discern some of the sequences) exercise in mostly random nonsense, yet had some clear points which were a bit enjoyable. There is no lucidity at any point yet I “naturally” manipulate the environment to extremes. There is so much multi-location (quite possibly the most multi-located dream I have had to date), not just sections or perspectives of bilocation, but so compressed with numerous multi-composites of various “pieces” that all somehow coexist “logically”, it was of a fairly rare type. In fact, it is impossible to discern if I am truly inside or outside at any point. For example, in the main scene, there is a small island in the ocean which is also somehow near an intersection of a large city which is also somehow in a mostly featureless room in a small house, although the sense of bilocation is not as pronounced as in many past dreams.

The first part of my dream involves some sort of quest to just take money from wherever it is seen - with the idea that there are coins everywhere in certain areas just for the taking. There still seems to be a plan based on the knowledge of where a drug dealer is known to be at a certain time. Two men (I am not yet an in-dream character) stop a young drug dealer and rob him of his profits. Oddly, he had been selling drugs (not sure of what kind) in Petri dishes. He seems upset but continues on his way. I become more integrated in my dream at this point, though it becomes more abstract regarding the overall setting.

The two men are then walking over a small island of mostly white sand and a few palm trees. I am nearby standing on the surface of the ocean, yet it still seems we are in the city somehow on the streets. I decide, for some reason, to help the men find more money that may be buried on the island. To do this, I mentally will all of the sand, several feet down, to fly into the air and flip about before falling again - like digging a ditch with telekinesis. The men watch this routine as they continue walking, but no money shows up.

From here, it seems I am actually in a big featureless room yet somehow outside at the same time near a forest - though I do seem to “dig” or “turn” one part of the otherwise solid “floor” in one area with my thoughts. This is when I start finding shining piles of Australian two-dollar coins of about two-feet high. Some parts of the coin piles are unrealistically steep relative to how strewn they seem, defying gravity somewhat, but not to any extreme point. The coin piles, of which there are about three or four of in a few different areas, seem the most realistic and vivid parts of my dream (regarding the coins themselves - and the varied levels of shininess in the piles from coin to coin) and I enjoy picking them up and letting them fall through my fingers. Even though they are only two-dollar coins, I sense there is a few thousand dollars or more in the area. Apparently, I can just take as many as I want.

However, a dwarf (wearing mostly green) appears in the area and seems to be some sort of authority figure of some kind. I try to keep my actions regarding the taking of the coins a secret. I am not sure if any of the coins actually belong to the dwarf as they may have just been dropped there and meant to be left there for no particular reason. I still plan on taking as many as possible, only a small amount at a time, but pretend I am only looking at the pile as he begins walking in the opposite direction from where I am standing near the pile. There is no threat or drama. (This part of my dream vaguely reminds me of an episode of “Cops” where a man is arrested after being caught for the second time in taking coins from a body of water where people willingly threw out their money.)

NLD, first sleep: Several of us are downstairs in a house at night. The front door is wide open. Through an adjacent window, I see a man sitting on a bench next to the road outside, waiting for the bus. Perhaps he tires of waiting, because after a while he gets up and walks right in the front door. I recognize him as "The Vagrant," a character played by Johnny Depp. He wears white face make-up and an old fashioned suit and hat, resembling a mime from the Charlie Chaplin era. I feel hospitable toward him and offer to let him sleep in the wife's room, as she is not home. (I have no sense of who "the wife" might be; there's something impersonal about all the DCs; they are more like roles than individuals.) Someone standing nearby ("the husband"?) gives me a dirty look for leaving the door open and then telling the vagrant he can stay. I don't openly acknowledge the glance, but gives me a sense of foreboding: I don't know anything about this guy, and I've just offered to let him sleep in one of the upstairs rooms. If he turns out to have ill intent, we'll be leaving ourselves vulnerable when we go to sleep.

Scene change. There are about three of us upstairs now on a sort of balcony, in addition to the vagrant, who is swinging on a rope. He has not said a word since entering the house, and I start to wonder if we should be worried about his intentions. I consult the DM, who is not physically present in the scene: "If I do 'sense alignment', is it blatant?" It feels as though I ask the question aloud, but in a way that does not manifest audibly in the dream scene -- I'm asking OOCly (out of character). The DM confirms that, yes, the effect would be blatant, meaning that I can't cast the spell on the vagrant without him noticing, either because I have to make distinctive invocations and gestures, or because he would be able to subjectively feel the mental intrusion. I don't want to cast the spell if the vagrant will be aware of it, because at this point I already strongly suspect that his alignment is not on the "good" spectrum, and I don't want to alert him to my suspicions. After the vagrant leaves off swinging, one of the other players on the balcony asks the DM if she can use the same effect on the rope that he has just let go of. She's trying to be clever: a rope, obviously, won't notice anything amiss or feel itself being scryed on. However, she seems to be missing the obvious, so before the DM has a chance to respond, I scoff jokingly, "You can't 'sense alignment' on a rope!"

Note: I'm interested in the way dreams can take on aspects of other forms of representation. Mine are often heavily influenced by structural elements from films, video games, and even tabletop gaming, the first and last of which were strongly present here.

NLD, second sleep: The fabric of the dream was very thin and immediately frayed upon waking because I did not keep still enough. There was an elaborate plot that I wasn't able to piece back together. However, I was with a group of people that were playing costumed characters, acting out scenes that were somewhere between a play and a LARP.

Afterwards, an actor who is a dwarf (of the genetic, not the fantasy variety), comments to me about his disinterest in playing out live-action versions of stories he has already filmed or done on stage. "Kid, we want to see it, or we want to hear about it. We don't want to live it. We've already done that."

Note: This dream appears to have been incubated by the thoughts I wrote down after the last dream about the various representational formats that have been an influence on my dreaming. Dream would like to remind me that I left out plays and LARPs. Thanks, Dream, I guess my dreaming is also influenced by plays and LARPs (even if I haven't engaged in either since the '90s). Anything else?

The OFFICIAL Foxrally Dream Textbook

Had a pretty enjoyable dream today, as weird as it is. I'm pretty sure it's based on a book i recently read, "Artemis Fowl" by Eoin Colfer.

Note - I noticed that I often view myself as another person/creature/race during dreams, sometimes even in third person, so this might be a dream sign?

Normal dream:

I was relatively shorter and fatter, and I knew I was a gnome. I was walking around some weird underground HQ kind of place, and I was being guided by a winged elf sort of guy. He showed me around rooms the kitchen (I might have eaten something, because I tasted something in my mouth when I woke up). The place had a real "Clubhouse" feel to it, and there was a bunch of slides and ladders everywhere.

We climbed up to the roof, and there was a really angry lady "guarding" the room up there. The elf told me it's the bathroom. I looked inside and saw three other gnomes washing their hands looking disgusted by the water (even though it was perfectly normal).

The elf told me it's weird and he never saw them up here. He laughed and I told him "Yeah, I guess. Gnomes hate to be clean."

Then I woke up, probably due to my mom closing the door of our room.

I dreamt that I was a dwarven merchant in the Dragon age universe. I was in a city called Kirkwall (the setting for dragon 2) and standing on a wide paved street next to a huge pile of candy on a table.

I had been planning an expedition, and the candy had been part of the supplies, but the expedition was either cancelled or a failure (can't remember which) and now I had to sell all the candy. I was complaining about this to someone, and told him that they were really hard to sell.

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
These three fragments are all from one long-ass dream about a war being waged between two sides. I'm not sure what these "sides" were, because the characters and scenarios were so random. I don't remember much of the content that happened between the fragments.

The entire dream must have been fifteen minutes in length. It's one of the longest non-lucids I've had.

So many morbid dreams lately! I wonder what's up...

Anyways, this was the shorter of the three fragments, and probably the weirdest one too! I was in the same location as in my previous dream, Open Heart Medicine, except that it was much darker overall. The colors were paler and more dark-blueish in tone, but some browns were still present in the piles of wood and scattered items. Instead of being at the foot of the one large hill, I was about halfway up it, kind of standing awkwardly on the slope with one knee bent a little. I was looking up at the top of the hill, where the front half of a classic pirate ship was placed; it was facing upwards into the sky at a bit of an angle. It looked like the back end had been blasted off, because there were lots of shards of wood and hanging chains, along with other items, where it was cut off. The dark grey flags and sails were almost non-existent; they were very torn up and looked like they could've just dissolved into the air at the mention of a slight wind.

To the left of the ship, also on top of the pile, was a single stack of flatter black rocks that was a good ten feet in height; on top was a man; I knew that this was Legolas from Lord of the Rings. I only saw his silhouette though; it was a straight black color with no definition, as if it was a shadow puppet. His hands were on his hips and he was looking at the ship, which was directly to his right, level with him. As soon as I looked at him, the sky changed (although I can't really tell -when- exactly it did so) to a really dark red, which gradated to dark orange, and then a pale darker yellow right behind Legolas.

I looked to my left and saw a short man, possibly a dwarf but I'm not entirely sure, sitting on the side of the hill not five feet from me. He was wearing a woven Chinese sun hat and had a ginger beard, but I couldn't see his face because of the hat. He was wearing Lord of the Rings-style armor: silver, with some green and pale maroon fabric underneath, complete with some chainmail on the chest and lower arms. He had a long, skinny twig in the side of his mouth, and he chewed it a little bit.

"Legolas committed suicide," he told me with a very husky, almost garbled voice. "He was too proud to face conquest by the enemy".

I looked up, and then I saw that Legolas had vanished from the rock stack.

In a matter of moments, I had forgotten all about Legolas and the short man, and brought my attention back to the ship, but this time I was looking in front of it, on the side of the hill closest to me. There was a cross made from two wider-than-normal planks of wood, and on it was what I believed to be Dumbledore, although he looked more like Gandalf. He was wearing Gandalf the Grey's outfit, with a grey witch's hat on his head. What was so creepy about this, however, was that his eyes were wide open and his mouth made a bit of a gaping expression, and he was burned up with dark skin and yellow teeth. It reminded me of a crucifixion.

"Why is he so crispy?" I asked myself quietly, suddenly very afraid of my surroundings.

Dragon Hide Crafters

I found myself walking through the forrest in the land of Aud. It was a thick forrest and quite dark as the trees didnt let a lot of light onto the forrest floor. The trees were very tall and there was a creepy feeling about. I was with my brother and a guy I didnt know, I dont really remember seeing what my brother looked like but the other guy was short and very solid, I believe he was a dwarf.

Instead of my customary weapons I had a short bow. It was made out of wood and didnt look anything special. I was holding a bamboo arrow ready at my side. The other guy also had a bow, his was even shorter than mine and barely even resembled a bow. It was more like a slightly bent, thick chunck of wood.

I took the lead over a small creek and up a slight incline. The track got steeper and at the top were some small coins and other junk. Nothing of any real value. We walked off and very shortly came across a dwarf couple. They were very nice and told us if we could bring them some dragon hide that they could cover our weapons or armor with it to make them far stronger. The other guy said this was not a problem getting the dragon hide but something else was a bigger problem than that, I dont remember what it was. We walked off and the dream slowly faded and I woke up.

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[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]My family is at a party with many old people, my mom says I can just sit down on the chair on the other side of the table, by a window at the end of the table. I check Skype to see if all the guests have arrived. A song that I don't know is being played, two dwarves lead a dance, while many of the old people are dancing in a crowd behind the dwarves. One of the dwarves is a man and the other a woman, they are both wearing black clothes, the woman is wearing a red scarf.[/COLOR]

Weird fragments of dream, although I woke up during it due to a power cut...

A crime had been committed in my grandparents' house. Sherlock Holmes was investigating.
There was a weird happening every night in the conservatory. Everyone would sit in the dark, and everyone would feel like someone slapped them across the face, but when the light was turned on there was nothing.
In fact the guilty party was a dwarf. His weapon was a box which released a killer insect when you pressed the bottom in a special manner.

Morning of December 23, 1970. Wednesday. (Original data and date validated.)



Recurring over Christmas holidays during fourth grade. I am at school for some reason during the weekend starting Christmas break. A very short man/elf (who is very old) - or possibly a dressed-up dwarf or midget more “realistically” - is singing “Jingle Bells” very mournfully (dragging out “way” with a very melancholy flow with about three syllables). He used to sing it with great cheer, but his wife, who was three times taller than him (a blue Christmas fairy or whoever) had died the year before. However, in one part of my dream it seems her “spirit” is present and in a happy mood watching him and there seem to be a few other “woodland characters” in the background, possibly to later participate or remain an audience. (The idea for the “blue fairy” as a dream influence may have come from “Pinocchio”.)

In real life, I had gotten a really long candy-cane-striped pencil with an elf head on the end - not an eraser though, it was made of plastic and cloth - from school as a gift from a teacher. I actually had it for many years, unused.

Also in real life, I had exchanged gifts at school with Morris E based on name draws in school. I had given him (bought by my mother) a small spinner game with tiny pegs in a plastic box about the size of a deck of cards, and he gave me a pair of very cheap toy plastic handcuffs. However, the handcuffs broke after a very short time before school was out that day (and during the so-called Christmas party). The teacher made us switch back to where we kept our “own” gifts and of course, this made Morris E more of my nemesis than he already was, blaming me for “ruining his Christmas”, something I did not take all that seriously, though. My mother seemed vaguely annoyed at me keeping the gift as well. It is possible the mournful singing dwarf was some sort of representation of Morris in one layer, as he was a “dwarf” of sorts, that is, his growth was stunted and he remained very short as he got older.

This dream colored my mood, but not in a negative way. It just felt “right” at the time, almost nostalgic (even for a child). I did make the stronger association with a “Christmas dwarf” rather than a Christmas elf.