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    1. Regular Dreams - Morning of Dec 10, 2017

      by , 12-12-2017 at 05:32 PM
      Bad dream recall on Dec 9, nothing I can remember (went out drinking).


      On December 10, it started with a really hazy dream, probably mixed in with deep sleep.
      Next I was with some mobsters from The Sopranos (they've been showing up in my dreams lately since I'm watching the show -- Chris Moltisanti, Big Pussy Bonpensiero, sometimes Paulie). It's nighttime or early morning, and we're on a bridge.
      Cut to underground tunnel hangout. I understand the tunnels to be either under my house or between the bridge and my house (childhood home). They are sewer-like tunnels with ankle/waist deep water and track lighting. All of the sudden we're under siege -- tunnels are being infiltrated -- men are throwing grenades and shooting at us.
      Some of our guys made it out, others didn't (there's only one exit). Paulie might have been shot/blown up, I don't clearly remember (I remember a grenade going into the hole of a cinder block and lighting up the tunnel).
      Chris and Pussy are around a corner. I (as a disembodied spectator) warn them of the attack. Pussy is sitting, looking off at the ground and shaking (in DJ I wrote "having a hissy fit"). Chris is in a recliner and has earphones in. He takes them off and is visibly ashamed of being distracted, saying something like "I don't know what happens. I just miss these things, big things."

      Cut to my childhood home from the front door. The driveway is elongated, and is torn up with caution tape and just dirt w/ dirt piles, like a construction site. Still dark outside. A girl from high school years ago is talking to a guy and is talking like a valley girl. She says "I wish I could listen to a CD song!" Next she's dressed like Catwoman and I'm jumping gracefully (backflipping) like a cat over by them and into the construction site where my dad's car is parked. I get in and turn it on local Christian and pop stations from my childhood.


      Next dream -- I am in my hometown walking around warped but similar grassy landscape.
      Cut to the inside of a building with some of my WL coworkers. I show them the "remove kebab" meme on a large plasma TV and they laugh and do that Indian head-shake thing, then say jokingly "remove Harish".
      Outside again. It's daytime, overcast. The Indians are being genocided for some reason -- I remember being in the backseat of a car with some of them, ducking to avoid someone who's coming to kill us with a handgun.
      Cut to warped grassy landscape again, there's crime tape everywhere. I jump over it and walk down a hill. There's a small mini-scene about real estate, maybe an open house? It's a white beach-looking house with no decorations, white walls, wood floors, and a huge sliding glass door opening to the back (the same grassy hill I jumped from).


      Next I'm indoors at night (maybe raining outside) in an upscale high-rise apartment with Hermione Granger. There is a white Mac with white & clear plastic on the monitor and keyboard -- there's a red glow around the clear plastic. I'm talking to Hermione as we arrange shoebox-sized features of my gymnasium from high school. As I am trying to place the bleachers, I start questioning Hermione, comparing myself sexually to Harry Potter... I'm just not gonna psychoanalyze that.

      Overall they were some interesting and quite vivid dreams, if a little weird.

      Updated 12-12-2017 at 11:44 PM by 94266 (poor wording)

      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    2. scaredy-cat

      by , 12-07-2017 at 07:37 PM
      I was with my daughter (as a toddler) on my shoulders. I was trying to cook something but her eye was caught by the orange ring on the hob and she tried to reach down and touch it. I stopped her of course, but like in howl's moving castle she was able to wipe the ring away like it was a magic mark.
      We go to a market selling all sorts of odd ments and she grabs hold of a wooden ornament that she thinks is a toy. I try to get it off her but she has ir hidden in her hat somewhere.
      Next we are at the bank of the stream at my parents house in the countryside and she sees a cat and wants to play. She jumps down and morphs into a cat and starts playing and wants to scare the other cat by hissing. But the other cat pays no heed then when she is persistent the grey tabby starts to get up. It is twice the size of her and starts to stalk her so she morphs back and jumps up onto my shoulders again.

      Updated 12-07-2017 at 07:47 PM by 89275

      Tags: cat, grass, toddler, water
      Categories
      non-lucid
    3. 4/7/17 (L)x3 DILDx3 L2-,L2-,L2- | Car, Grass, Road, Bus, Explosives

      by , 04-07-2017 at 04:02 PM (Fantastical Adventures)
      I donít remember what happened in the first LD, but it lasted about 5 minutes. I know I lost lucidity due to being distracted.

      Second lucid: I spawned in a bus, got out, did part of the procedure, but didnít do the stabilization half, or break through, so I remained at Layer 2. I did spawn a flat, 2D animated Princess Luna behind some barrels, but the product was half-assed due to being in Layer 2. I could not interact with her when I tried. Next, I got distracted by the bus and DCs. Around me was a curved, 2-lane road surrounded by field, which was surrounded by woods a few hundred feet out. (The trees were on the shorter side, and were deciduous.)
      Time: 1-3 minutes

      Third lucid: I did half of the procedure again due to distraction. I stopped a lot of the stuff going on at the beginning with a verbal command inside a church, but there were still a few left. I did not focus on the procedure enough to break through to Layer 3. I got distracted by a car that needed to be pushed. This car was on grass behind the church building. There was tall grass and scattered deciduous trees around. The weather was sunny.

      Later, I was at very low lucidity, inside a car that was strapped with explosives. I was trying to ditch the car safely, so that nothing else would be damaged.
      Time: 5-7 minutes
      Total Time: 11-16 minutes


      Distractions: 3

      Updated 05-01-2017 at 12:27 AM by 67050

      Categories
      lucid
    4. Huge Objects DILD

      by , 10-08-2016 at 11:15 AM (The I No Longer Have Hands Theory)
      My father and I were going to a poorely design supermarket to buy some food. As we head there we got thrown in jail with this other one guy for no reason. I manage to except right before the guard shut the door. I am now running and trying to find a place to catch my breath. But as I stop running I see I am in a place that looks like huge yellow and white lego peices and huge pink/red flowers around the entire area. We were still in a building but this look odd in my cases. For some reason even though I knew the guards were gaining on me and I could see there was no where to go as apart of the stairs to go down was blown off.

      I just began dancing for about a couple of minutes. That's when I see my father run out and I mistaken it as the guard so I jump down from the upper deck and landed on the flower. I tried to keep my balance on it as it was split in to 6 parts. I look at them as I continue to grip. My father and now brother were watching me. I could feel myself slipping. Suddenly I could feel myself getting lucid. And an idea pop up in my head, I decided to pull the flower back as far as I can with my own weight so it can parachute me rather than trying to not fall off. It would have not work but since I knew it was a dream it did.

      I flew up high and landed on another flower and continue to do the same intill I landed next to my father,brother and mother. My father began showing this natural grass landscape that appear infront of his hands. He said while changing the structure of it, that land could become something else. But I can't seem to remember what else he said after that. I could feel my dream body becoming faint. So I knew I was going to wake up now.
      Categories
      lucid
    5. Dark and Light (repeating dream sign)

      by , 09-08-2016 at 07:13 PM
      D1 - Beautiful large black and brown bordered tarot cards are being used to play a game, I am at a loss as how to play. I am told by a self assured blond man who is the dealer that I should use the cards that match based on electricity. The cards have electricity flashing across them.
      I meet a guy outside this tavern and talk about something.

      D2 - [Repeating work dream] At a workplace I am talking to my boss and explaining that an invoice has been accepted as the company is a professional business and not a small personally run operation. We are standing next to a giant printer (used to have one like this at work, the width of a large desk, with a glass top). A printout comes through and it become apparent that I have missed a deadline for some paperwork (24th Sept). My boss is unimpressed and I go off to see what paperwork is missed. I find I only have a few things in my tray not processed.

      D3 - Walking down a street I am blocked by a load of people. I step up to each person and place my hand on their forehead, one by one and use my powers to turn them into my minions. They turn around and head in the direction I want them. They are all wearing suits and look old.

      D4 - Walking through a darkened bookshop shop, looks like Waterstones. I am looking at small glass boxes like old fashioned carriage clocks with white lines of lightning running across them.
      On trying to leave I find the exit is blocked by a large grey boulder and have to squeeze back through and past a queue of people at the checkout.
      I see some people through the large glass plate window of the shop. I see they are doing something I do not think is right, so I use my powers to step through the glass. On the other side I see one young woman has blond hair and one has black hair. They have the audacity to ignore my remonstrations and I try to use the same mind control on them by placing my hand on their foreheads but it does not work (LOL).

      D5 - Outside a house there are little fluffy yellow chicks in a grassy backyard in the countryside. I use my powers to round them up and bring them indoors, unfortunately there are a load of black curly headed dogs in the house. I use my powers to get the dogs out but then the chicks escape! So I have to start again.

      [Comments]
      The dark seems to represent unsurprisingly shadow elements
      I have been in a dilema about these in my life for quite some time.
      I see now from one dream I had where there was a woman who had a twin, one blond and one dark haired that infact that both are incorporated into me and I don't have to make an external choice only be more accepting of that which is within me and allow it an outlet.

      Large plate window and grassy banks are also repeated dreamscape idk what thats about exactly.

      Updated 09-08-2016 at 07:16 PM by 89275

      Categories
      non-lucid
    6. [03-09-2016]

      by , 09-03-2016 at 07:52 PM (Snehk's Dreamlands)
      I was working with some toolkit that allowed me to create levels. I placed a small fence on grassy terrain.
      Tags: fence, grass, toolkit
      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    7. Scorched earth

      by , 07-25-2016 at 06:07 PM
      D1 - needing to see a solicitor
      D2 - Walking through gardens in the baking heat, back garden is natural and covered with vines. At the front of the house my brother is standing on a well kept lawn. I talk to him about something to do with houses and gardens.

      D3 - I am with a survivor colony, we are somewhere very barren looking. The earth is blackened, maybe volcanic. I then go down into a cavern which is open wide the surface. We are all in rags and are discussing how to survive.
      Categories
      Uncategorized
    8. #229 - Dream fragments

      by , 04-14-2016 at 12:57 AM (The Oneironaut's Odyssey)
      Dream fragments
      1- I remember being outside my house on the lawn, we just seeded the ground with new grass seeds IRL so the whole thing is actually just a wasteland of dirt currently. In my dream me and a friend had just walked there and all the grass was fully grown. It looked really cool and I was actually pretty happy with the results.

      2- I remember being on a stage where we were doing a play, the stage was lit and the audience area was completely dark. I apparently hadn't spend much time studying my lines, why would not study them? I was annoyed that I hadn't made better use of my time preparing for this.
      Tags: acting, grass, home, play
      Categories
      dream fragment , non-lucid
    9. Nightmare Worms

      by , 02-17-2016 at 07:54 PM
      D1 - Class are drawing something, all the drawings are slightly different but all are wrong, red, blue pen is being used.
      Ed suggests he could help. I decide to redo lesson and take class back out on a trip to see the art they have been trying to replicate in the art gallery again. Whilst taking them I realise no way is there sufficient time to complete task, it is 2.30pm.
      I meet D in corridor she is smiley and helpful, but just makes me feel inaquedate and totally stupid.

      D2 - A load of old geezers are drinking in a bar, there is a large pitcher of whiskey which is being refilled. Some have hat and coats on. One looks like delboy out of only fools and horses. They are discussing someone, they don't rate. I have the feeling it is me. That I don't qualify as man enough for their liking.

      D3 - Someone is jogging through semi-woodland on a muddy track. They are having a conversation as he runs along, about how his coach has been so great and a fantastic rolemodel. And as I stand by the path, near some training bars, I get the feeling that I am excluded, as i am not a good rolemodel, or father or anything.

      D4 - We are at the last minute it seems again, trying to learn the lines for some performance. I try hopelessly to get the kids to remember their lines.
      Rob ever helpful, seems to have put me in a barrel and i'm in dark water out at sea.
      Next i'm on his boat in a small cabin, I can still sea the dark waters out the little rectangular windows.
      He shows me his parasitic worm collection, they are gigantic and very horrible. I try with all my intention to pull away as the worm comes towards my face. I imagine them inside me, eating me.
      He is upset about how his worms have not be breeding well, due to the dark wet weather and that the tanks have not been cleaned properly. Inside the wood in the cabin is slightly ornate, not unlike a coffin Oo.

      When I awake I am not scared but later remember the extreme sensation and fear.
    10. The Birth and Rebirth of a Phoenix (DILD)

      by , 02-16-2016 at 07:43 PM
      Ritual: Yesterday was full of work and stress, conditions that I have previously correlated to vivid dreaming. I worked until going to bed at 2am. Woke at 5am to feed the cat, then again at 6am after a dream that culminated in an experience of intense frustration, vivid enough that I spent around 45 minutes writing it down—an unintended but useful WBTB. Since today will also be very busy I did not do any other lucid practices, however, I had primed myself a little by reading the list of TOTYs last night. Apart from those conditions, the following dream was spontaneous, and I woke from it at around 8:45am.

      DILD: I am at my mother's house, but it is unlike any WL house. I am in a long room with high ceilings, very spacious and sparsely furnished, with no modern accoutrements. Maybe it is the medieval look of the interior that reminds me of the TOTYs, and I become lucid. Which would be a good one to do? Fairy would be easier to do outdoors. I could turn into a dragon but then I'd have to destroy everything and I don't want to wreck my mother's house. Phoenix? That would be a good one. I try to remember the details. I can't just summon it directly, I have to burn something, right? I look around the room for something suitable.

      On the far end of the room is a table under a shuttered window. The table is covered with a white cloth, and spread across it is an assortment of jewels and precious stones. These look ideal. I select a faceted gem and place it in my left palm. It is small, only about six millimeters across, transparent with cobalt blue striations, like a combination of diamond and sapphire. It is faceted into what I think of as a classic gem shape. [According to online sources, this is simply called a "round" cut.] I walk slowly across the room back toward the couch where my mom is sitting, concentrating on the stone and willing it to catch fire. The stone feels inert in my hand, and I feel that I have chosen the wrong one. From the coloring, this stone is clearly attuned with ice, not fire. I should go back and pick a different one.

      I return to the table and find a small stone of matte earthy red color. This is more a mineral than a gem, and it is shaped like a narrow lozenge, almost a centimeter long, pointed at the ends, and only a few millimeters wide in the middle. I begin to will it into flame, but immediately have second thoughts. The stone is so skinny and small, it would probably make a scrawny phoenix. I go back to the table to look for a better one.

      I decide to find a gem that could pass for a phoenix egg, examine the options more carefully, and finally come across a good-sized stone around three centimeters across. It is also matte and reddish, but a generous oval in shape, and the top is composed of randomly assorted rounded protrusions, like bubbles. The bottom has been leveled off and already set into a metal frame. I decide that this one is ideal, put it in my left palm, and begin to invoke fire in earnest. Around this time my mom tries to talk to me about doing some household chore but I hush her: "Not now, I'm busy."

      The stone resists at first, but I do not let myself doubt my ability to do this. I've summoned fire in my palm before. This time I'm just transmuting it from a substrate. I will a flame to emerge from the stone and soon it does—but I notice that in the process, the stone has transformed into a candle. The candle is larger than the stone, filling my hand. It is a 6cm tall cylinder and is conveniently fitted in a round container. Between the candle and the sides of the container is what looks like a filling of crumpled dry grass.

      The flame is burning on the wick in the ordinary way, and I will it to expand and consume the whole candle, turning it into the phoenix I am trying to create. For a moment it burns quietly, but then the whole object transforms again. Briefly I seem to be holding a bundle of smoldering dried grass, around a foot in diameter, until the whole thing explodes and violently flies apart, patches landing in various places around the room. Failure? I'd better check the remains.

      I wander around to a couple of the smoking remnants, but see nothing notable. I remember that I need to keep my expectations high, so as I walk toward a third, larger patch, I anticipate finding a baby phoenix. Sure enough, when I prod at the charred dried grass, underneath I discover a tiny, long-necked, bird-like creature! The phoenix has hatched! But it is it skinny and completely limp. What can I do to help? As a creature of fire, I reason, it must need heat. It is probably freezing to death.

      I gently pick up the baby bird, which drapes across my hands with no sign of life, and take it to the fireplace. Luckily there is already a good fire burning. There is a kind of metal chain screen separating the fire from a metal grate on the hearth. Sprawled on the grate, soaking up the heat, is a long iguana-like lizard that I had previously noticed on the table when I was selecting jewels. I figure it must be a salamander, with the same need for warmth as my new phoenix. Should I place the phoenix in the fire directly, or on the grate? Since my hypothesis about the wisdom of putting the phoenix in the fire is as yet untested, I decide to lay it on the grate in case I need to remove it quickly.

      The experiment goes well. As soon as I lay the baby phoenix next to the fire, its body begins to perk up and fill out. It grows until it resembles a toucan in shape and size, though red in color and with a sleeker bill. Success! But was there more to the task? I can't remember if we were also supposed to fight something, and figure I'd better do that as well as long as I can maintain dreamstate. "Let's go fight something!" I say to the newborn phoenix, and it hops up on my shoulder.

      I head past the table with the jewels and open the window in the end wall. The window is a square aperture about three feet on a side, fastened with a single wooden shutter. The shutter is hinged on one side, flush with the wall when closed, and opens inward to the left. This truly resembles a medieval house in that there is no glass in the window, so it is easy to climb up and out. I pause on the sill and bid the phoenix to fly on ahead. Meanwhile, I hang up the long metal hook that I used to open the shutter so that I can grab it when I come in later, then use another device that resembles a hook attached to a wire loop to suspend myself from the sill and ease the drop to the ground, which is far enough below that it requires some precaution. I have the feeling that I have done this many times before.

      Once on the ground, I look around for someone or something to fight. I am on a grassy lawn that extends between a number of different buildings. The buildings themselves don't leave a distinct architectural impression—I wish I had taken a closer look. Instead I was scanning the ground between them, but all I see are ordinary people walking about, none of whom seem like suitable opponents. I don't want to be an unprovoked aggressor.

      The dream begins to fade. I worry that the abrupt transition to a different space might have unbalanced it, and I immediately take steps to stabilize, falling on my knees and examining the details of the grass while running my hands over it for texture. For a moment the grass turns grey and although I see all the usual plants among it, like clover, everything looks unusually small. But then a voice hails me from above and the dreamstate resumes its integrity: "Do you want to fight?" I promptly agree.

      I am facing a man who is accompanied by a creature resembling a muscular, short-haired white dog. The man has a sword, and immediately begins to strike at me. Although I am unarmed, I find that I am able to parry his blows with my hands without too much discomfort. I suspect that I could turn the fight to my advantage if I want, but the whole point of this exercise was to fight in tandem with the phoenix. Where is that bird? "Phoenix? Phoenix!" I call anxiously.

      The blade keeps falling, and I keep catching it and pushing it aside, but luckily the dog is hanging back for now. Suddenly to my relief the phoenix swoops in, aiming a stream of fire at the dog. More gouts of flame follow, consuming the man and dog, but they do not go down easily. I watch the phoenix, who has now taken human form, take a blade right through his stomach, angling up toward his chest. It is an unmistakably lethal blow, and I run over to him as he falls. I feel guilty for having put him in this predicament—but recall that for a phoenix, there should be a way to fix this.

      Looking around frantically, I am pleased to discover a fireplace in my immediate vicinity. Nevermind the unlikelihood of finding a fireplace outdoors; it is just what I need so I don't question it. I drag the phoenix, currently in the form of a slim Asian boy, over to the hearth and dump him directly onto the flames. I expect the fire to heal him; instead he begins screaming as his skin burns and chars. It is horrifying, but I hold him down as he struggles—he was dying already, this is the only thing that might help. Maybe this is how it is supposed to work. A phoenix has to die to be reborn, right? The human body blackens and burns away. Sure enough, in its place I find a little baby bird, looking much like it did initially but yellow instead of red this time. I wonder if its pale color means it needs to eat. The bird pecks at some morsel of food near the fire and I try to tempt it with something better. "Here, eat a hot one." I pluck an olive-sized piece from a row of snacks baking in the fireplace (I don't feel the heat, just as I didn't feel pain from the sword earlier) and offer it directly. The little bird compliantly swallows the morsel, growing in size and turning red again.

      I feel that I have completed the task to satisfaction, so even before I wake up I begin reviewing the details, making sure I commit them to memory. There is a moment when I am back in the same house as the beginning of the dream and ask someone to remind me the name of the guy I fought. "Ziggy Starduster and the Hoarfrost," comes the reply. I note that they definitely said "Starduster," not "Stardust." Since I only hear rather than see the names, I briefly wonder if the dog's name is spelled "Whorefrost" or "Hoarfrost," but decide that the latter is more appropriate on a number of levels.

      Updated 03-29-2016 at 07:47 AM by 34973

      Categories
      lucid , memorable , task of the year
    11. Mysterious symbolism

      by , 12-30-2015 at 11:46 AM
      D1 - Again an array of spherical objects appearing in my dream, each one a unique combination to be manipulated and changed to try and create the best possible combination. Now being used for something else. I have to perform sex in some specific position, I guess fits previous theme.
      [Maybe to do with chakra alignment or something, idk, or unlocking something hidden]

      D2 - Was in school then escape to a very muddy and grassy area where kids are in groups, some on high mounds some lower down. We are escaping/being chased. We warn others of oncoming zombie apocalypse and plan out where its best to seek shelter/acquire food and weapons. Then I decide that maybe I don't really need to do that, I could just be friendly. Dream abruptly is kind of short circuited and stops.
    12. Your dancing Uneasily through my dreams...

      by , 11-15-2015 at 04:29 PM
      I tryed to incubate using a song...to send loving thoughts into my dreams...didn't quite work as expected.

      D1 - I was in a large room with artificial lighting and lots of mats on the floor. Everyone was wearing white karate like suits and everyone was young. We were practising dance moves that a sensei was teaching us. I was doing fine coping his every move. The song I had been incubating was in my dream to start with then...
      more and more people started joining in and it was getting to crowded. I couldn't see properly what I was meant to do and I stumbled and knocked into someone. Next it all fell apart my rhythm was gone and I just jerked about out of time :/
      I got fed up and left the floor. There were partners waiting watching for all the dancers, except of course me.
      In fact the people I looked at averted their gazes, although I felt this was because they were sad and disappointed with me.

      I left the hall and made my way along a hallway that was glass (ds) with white painted frames (old wooden style).
      Along with others I walked to an end section, which looked like an office or a shop (maybe both). At the end was a counter top with lots of different coloured notes (like bills in a restaurant). I looked at the notes and the squiggly handwriting. Thought about picking up one note then decided not too.

      I went to leave the shop but saw that along the hallway, to one side some large pigs had been let out of their pens. These were not cute little piggy wiggys but more like large boars that would happily munch on your bones. I shrank back when I saw a large slobbering black ones jaws , hanging open.
      I made for the back of the shop panicked. There was a door at the back and I escaped out onto a grassy bank (ds), wet with mud, into a Grey gloomy day. Further on was a housing estate. I reached the top of the bank and went to cut back round.
      Unfortunately several people from the estate came out...they were zombies...one particularly scary one an old man, with a black suit, and grey hair slicked onto his face from the rain, homed in on me. I couldn't make it I was paralyzed with fear.

      I woke up, I was determined to WBTB and give the DCs a hug, I tried the song again for thoughts of love...

      D2 - I again thought I was trying to get back to sleep...but I was in a dream again.
      I was in a large manor house at night. It soon became early morning and I found myself in a dormitory surrounded by little kids. I needed to go to the toilet but couldn't remember my password. My partner ditto. So we wandered around the house looking for a toilet with a hoard of kids. I was to embarrassed to say I couldn't remember.
      We ere standing in a large room with ceiling high windows looking out onto lawns and woods beyond. When a parent who had entered the house came in. They asked if they're children could not stay here unsupervised and play while they went off out. Surely they could go out into the grounds and roam, as long as they were told not to go to far. I thought of making a joke about a nuclear reactor being near by but thought better of it. It had started to lash rain and I looked out at the woods as the rain splattered the windows.

      We left the house only to see the parent kids standing outside completely drenched in the rain. We reached a some shops inside it was packed. We made our way to the end of the building. There was a bar. As I went through a bottle went flying up into the air. The barman gave me daggers, I explained it was just a trick.
      I said I could make anyone here at the bar their favourite drink. I used telepathy and magic to fill people's glasses with their favourite drinks. I could taste the bitter taste of the alcohol.
      The barman was still not impressed so I made a drink for him, filling his drink magically up, up and up till full. He downed it in one the frothy brew swilling round his upended glass. Then he spat the last of it at me :/
      I had had enough of this sour faced barman, and made for the door. Flinging the door open I flew up into the air and was gone. I could hear familiar music as I ascended into the stormy grey sky.
    13. Festival continues

      by , 11-06-2015 at 07:16 PM
      Dl1- I still seem to be at last night s festival but there is no cheese :/
      I am in charge of one of the music stages in the large stage behind the manor house. It is a large grassed area with a raised wooden stage. Large amounts of people mill about. I am over on a bank at the end that dips down into ? There are ropes and wooded poles here. Mr B comes over to ask me what is happening with the stage and why no one is playing. I say there are no children who want to play. At the very end there is netting...
      Dl2 - Arranging to meet up with others at a cinema (cinema seems like in a dream I had years ago). But meet up times are to vague. We are to meet between 7pm and 11pm as say we will probably miss each other.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    14. Dealing with naughty dreamlets

      by , 11-04-2015 at 06:30 PM
      Dl1 - In a changing room with benches all around the outside. D is needing help getting change. I kindly help him put his socks on. I then feel the urge to hug him despite him being a little .... I hug him and feel a relief wash over me. Maybe he is not so bad after all
      He offers me some of his food,a carrot. I sit down and take out my lunch it is a giant Baclava (greek cake with honey). On top there is strawberries and cream. I take a bit then offer him a strawberry. He opens wide and takes a bite like pittbull dog. His jaws are locked over the cake and my face, aaaaaaa!! (Hmm seems familiar), why do people keep biting me).

      Dl2 - On holiday, in a shalley type room with double doors opening onto a veranda. Below is a short drop down. There are cupboards below , I investigate and find they are full of food in jars. I sit on the grass in the sun and sample the food stuffs.

      Updated 11-04-2015 at 07:55 PM by 88638

      Categories
      non-lucid
    15. Brown Sky Land of Grass DILD

      by , 10-31-2015 at 10:24 PM (The I No Longer Have Hands Theory)
      The dream transition to another scene. It became a lot more vivid to the point where I got lucid. I began walking over the grassy hills hearing someone engaging in a conversation with another person. Observing the sky was nice since it look unusual with a brown color.The entire area including houses were all made of grass. I felt like I was waking up and going back to sleep since I could see the room I'm sleeping in at one point and the dream again. I could see a cave all in grass next to me and thought thats where they were. I could hear a man say he is only 45. That's when I wake up in the room I am in hearing someone flip through pages in a book. This however was an FA and then I really woke up. Lucidity Time:15 seconds
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