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Morning of March 14, 2019. Thursday.

Dream #: 19,078-04. Reading time: 2 min 16 sec.



I find a necklace with an ancient stone that supposedly gives the owner divinity. An incantation must be read and spoken to bring about this divinity. (I do not recall the words.)

I am in a room without much lighting with several unknown people and a big wooden table. I clearly announce that anyone who can make a book come to them (with mental powers alone) has divinity. A priest mentally tries to move a book across a table, but nothing happens. I hold my hand palm down a few feet above a different book, and it quickly rises into the air and slams against the palm of my hand. The tangibility is incredibly realistic. The other people express puzzlement and amazement.

There is a vivid segment where Zsuzsanna walks around nude in an unknown residence (implied to be where she lived before we made contact, appearing as she was then). The detail is realistic. We embrace. Later, she is dressed and walking with me in an unknown public location, but she does not seem to know where she is. She tells me that she cannot remember anything. I touch her on the center of her forehead, and she shudders and then tells me she remembers the last 20 years or so. (Although this is a projected play on the dream self typically losing conscious self identity, it does not trigger concurrent dream state awareness.)

I go into an unfamiliar tavern with an unrealistically long counter and heal several people. I see Samuel L. Jackson sitting at the end of the bar. I talk with him for several minutes. His right kneecap is damaged, and he has a walking cane. I touch him on the right side of his right knee and heal his leg. (A similar event happened with Zsuzsanna when we were first together.)

There is an offset segment that makes little sense about me having a marriage certificate related to Zsuzsanna’s mother rather than her. I perceive it as being under our present house, on the ground with some other items below where we sleep. In a dream within a dream, I ask an unknown person when the real marriage certificate will replace it. (It likely relates to typical distortions of identity in the dream state.)

My dream revivifies with the Naiad/Oceanid factor. I walk out onto a big beach at night, though the whole area also seems to be indoors with a “ceiling” far above. I run around undressed and barefoot on the water. I enjoy running on the water’s surface even though some of the waves are several inches high and the water is deep. I consider if the splashes of ocean life near the surface are sharks, but there is no perceived threat or wariness. Other people eventually join me. We cheerfully run around on the surface of the water for several minutes.

Eventually, the preconscious simulacrum appears on the shore, and I instinctively walk to it for the coalescence process (RAS gating). It is an unknown male. He tells me that I was intelligent in not wearing the necklace but only performing the incantation, giving me divinity. I walk with him and others to the exit point of my dream, a doorway ambiguously rendered on the beach, now with more of an indoor essence. Typical water lowering autosymbolism follows. I merge with the preconscious and the remaining dream characters and wake.

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Kyte is a volcanic moon orbiting far from a large reddish brown gas planet with an apperance not unlike Jupiter, only it is larger and has a higher percentage of heavy elements. Only the planet is closer to its parent star. The parent star is an orange dwarf with a little less than half the mass of our sun. It is a part of a binary system with a red dwarf, but the red dwarf orbits far out and is barely visible in the daytime sky. However, at night, it is quite visible, meaning that there is a sort of "twilight day" when the smaller and more distant star has risen but not the primary star.

The moon is much smaller than earth. 0.22 earth masses and fairly low gravity. There is an atmosphere with a high amount of noble gasses. Notably argon and xenon. The atmosphere is a snowy grayish color at sunset and sunrise and has a slight purplish tint during the day. There are clouds but they are often very thin and wispy. At the lowest points the atmospheric pressure is about 0.7 atm.

The terrain varies little, though the entire surface of the planet is black and gray, due to very high carbon content. There are a few deep canyons and impact craters. Though most of the planet is relatively flat and sandy. Sand is carried by the strong winds and occasional storms that blow through and made into dunes.

Though the moons' most notable feature are the large volcanoes spread out across the surface. They are concentrated near the equator but are present nearly everywhere. They have an unusual sweeping shape, beginning with a shallow slope and sweeping upward to nearly vertical chimneys miles tall. Most of these volcanoes are dormant or extinct but a few are quietly erupting small amounts of magma in deep channels running down the side.

The planet generates anomalies in the magnetic feild of the parent gas planet. This coupled with tidal heating and heat from the sun ensures that the moon is rather warm. Due to its dark color, it has a very low albedo and surface temperatures range from 80-150 degrees.

The moon has its own sub-satellite, an asteroid known as Nobal. It is only a few miles across and spins too fast for gravity alone to be keeping it together. It is theorized that it is one single rock being held together by chemical bonds.

Fronz is another moon in a very close orbit around the gas planet. Due to its orbit, it is believed that in a few million years, it will pass the roche limit and be torn apart by its parent planet.

It is much larger than kyte, about .43 earth masses, but still small. The moon is made mostly of water-ice with trace amounts of ammonia and oxygen in the atmosphere. Though the moon is mostly covered in ice, near the equator the ice melts resulting in a narrow band of water. The moon has complex weather patterns including snowstorms and snow-hurricanes.

There is a third major moon orbiting the gas planet between Kyte and Fronz, but no information is given, though it has importance. There are also dozens of smaller bodies, presumably captured asteroids. Kyte and Fronz are very important because together, they posses all of the necessary resources for long term habitation. Bases will be set up on both moons, but a large orbital habitat will be constructed between the orbits of Kyte and the unnamed large moon. Supplies will be mined from these moons and shuttled to the orbital habitat.

I close my laptop and abandon the project. It is something akin to Kerbal space program with is somehow also 'real' at the same time, and I feel very frustrated/sad that I have abandoned it. I 'remember' having worked on it for a very long time. I have to go to the store to look at quartz crystals with my mom. Should have become lucid. Space/planets dream sign.

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I was on a beach with Manei. Same beach that my first LD took place on. She gives me one of those 'broken heat' necklaces that light up when the two halves are put together. She has the other half.

I ask her why. This seems like a really cheap/gimmicky thing to show love or friendship. I'm generally bothered by this and ask her what her reasoning was, and to be honest I'm still walking a tightrope on the whole 'being in love with a dream character' thing for reasons too complex to go into detail here. She explains that I should ignore the physical aspect of it and focus on the meaning behind the object. Oftentimes, objects with little or no monetary value can have great personal value and vice versa.

Okay. Makes enough sense. I then commented on how I like the fact that my dreams do seem to periodically explore new morals and themes, and sometimes offering differing perspectives on old ones. I also like the fact that I am not always the fool when these morals are taught, and am sometimes the teacher rather than the student.

I think the necklace had some kind of voice recording that would play when the two halves were put together. I can't remember. This dream was very faded, and I recall their being much more to it. It may be getting mixed up with a fake lucid dream I wrote for the sake of visualization set in the same location. I feel as though I actually had it about two weeks ago but only recalled now, as if it were buried in my mind somehow.

Morning of June 30, 2015. Tuesday.



I am lucid but not in full control, apparently. I am appreciative of a swamp setting that is not threatening in any way at first, reminding me of my early childhood. A voice echoes “the bog oak necklace!” in a somewhat exaggeratedly dramatic way as if my arrival signifies the beginning of some sort of incongruous “This is Your Life” and “Candid Camera” composite. Not being impressed by an unfamiliar feminine voice (at least this particular seemingly disembodied one), I move onward; half-walking, half-hovering (feet partly dragging).

“The bog oak necklace!” the voice repeats. (There are strange “loud” silences between when the phrase is spoken.) After a time, I realize that the voice had not actually ever been there (even though it had - typical dream logic).

“The bog oak necklace!” says the voice again. It seems someone or something is following me. I am not frightened, just greatly annoyed at this “intrusion” into my own dream setting. I want to get rid of this female so that I can…interact with a female (uh…okay…that makes no sense, but very typical of faux dream “logic”).

“The bog oak necklace!” says the voice yet again, with some sort of strange essence by which it seems it will repeat forever and ever in a sort of implied cycle, at least in this environmental setting - until the end of time. This thought irritates me even more but there is nowhere to complain; no booth, no box to put a note in (which I “rationally” expect to find in the middle of an isolated cypress swamp).

I discover an old radio’s speaker just out of full reach, nested in the limb of a tree. Aha! Now we are getting somewhere. Once I am able to get this speaker out and disconnected, I can get on with my dream and take control.

The wires pull out, but the same phrase repeats from elsewhere. I notice that I am now carrying a microphone, which seems connected to the same wiring that the radio speaker was (though I vaguely recall that you can use a speaker as a microphone when input as such - which I had done in the past to get different effects in tonality and such in dub), but am not sure how far I can get before needing to let go of it.

“The bog oak necklace!” the voice repeats again.

“Stuff your bog oak necklace!” I shout, completely forgetting about lucidity and dream manipulation.

Yesterday:

1. A horror story type dream with a group of people. Some of them have to be sacrificed. When ‘I’ realize that one of them is going to be next, I say ‘I’m sorry’ to her. She bleeds down her body and the blood goes to someone else. There was a skeleton? And a man in poor condition ends up being healed. Then he goes in a room with someone?

2. Something about a group of people, one of them named Caerwyn

DST and waking up an hour early messed me up.

Today:

Anime-style dream with anthropomorphism. The style was kind of moe.

Two girls are on an ‘island’, but it’s like a desert area. They’re talking about how people throw the wrong kind of chocolate out for the girl on the right because they don’t realize she can only eat the softer kind that has ‘LOVE’ written on the colorful little wrappings.

A third girl lands/appears and walks close enough to hear them. She hears mention of the word ‘penguin’ and thinks they’re talking about her. She seems like a tsundere type in the way she acts. She angrily dives into the conversation asking why they’re talking about her, until she realizes (is told?) that the girl on the right is a penguin too.

Inspirations: Been reading a webtoon about anthropomorphic animals. It doesn’t have any penguins in it though!

Dream - Lucid

I was outside somewhere in a parking lot. I noticed a car with lots of little signs propped up on the hood that said things like "Blow me!" and other similar statements. Upon further examination, I noticed it was an anti-rape thing that people did. It was like you'd put all these vulgar statements about oral sex on your car while it was parked, and it was supposed to be an anti-rape thing.

The things were then on my car, though in the dream, I had a mini-van or an SUV, not the car I currently have IWL. Dallas didn't like it at all. It made him mad. At one point, I believe he was taking the signs off the car.

Then, we were inside a mall. There was a table that had all the signs on it. For some reason, I went to go pick the signs off, and noticed there was a necklace at each place. I started to pick up all the necklaces. Some were gold, some silver. I particularly liked one with a large elephant pendant on it, but I knew it would be way too long on me. I then noticed that the table was set for a dinner that was going to take place that had something to do with the anti-rape thing. The necklaces were gifts. I started trying to put all the necklaces back.

~

I was at Disney World at Hollywood Studios, though it didn't look like it at all. I was with my mom. We were walking when I looked behind us and saw that The Tower of Terror was collapsing! I also saw other tall buildings collapsing. I thought maybe it was a tornado. I then saw one off the the right destroying more buildings. At this point, I started to question where we were. Was it Disney? It must be. My mom and I started to run the other direction, and I was thinking to myself that you probably shouldn't try to outrun a tornado. We then came across some tall grass and somehow figured that was the best place to go.

I then was walking towards the ruined Tower of Terror, thinking about how many people had died in the tornado, when I figured out I was dreaming. I did some finger counts, and only came up with 6 once. The rest of the times I came up with 5. I also noticed that my nails were painted. I then tried to stick my finger through my palm, and it went through.

I knew I didn't have much time left for this dream, so I decided to fly a little. I was right next to the ruined Tower. I was jumping, trying to get into the air. I then remembered to just let myself float, and it worked. I floated effortlessly into the air. I didn't go very high, but I wasn't trying to. I did let myself float a tad higher, and would start slowly sinking down again, so I'd have to do the floating thing again to gain my height back. I floated into the ruins of the tower; it was literally just the base that was left and nothing more, not even a ton of rubble or anything.

I then couldn't think of what else to do. I decided to talk to my mom, whom I suppose was nearby somewhere, though I didn't see her. I said
"Hey, you know I'm lucid dreaming, right?"
She said
"Yes, but only for like 5 more minutes!"
"Less than that!" I said back.

Nothing else exciting happened. A few minutes later, I woke up.

~

I was walking through a mall, looking for a particular clothing store. I walking through this laser tag place where kids were running around. One little boy was trying to shoot me. I don't even have a vest on, I thought to myself. I then walked out of it and back into the mall. I was at a dead end. I felt as if this is where the store should be, but it was the same stores that I had already passed. I felt silly for going in circles.

~

I was at the bakery. Barry, an older man who works there, was in the freezer getting something. I was standing in there as well in front of the open door. I was messing with my phone and just plain zoning out. I then walked out of the freezer and Barry followed. He was carrying a box. Had he needed to get out of there this whole time? I then wondered how long I had been standing there. He hadn't said anything to me about moving, though.

I then was in a room that doesn't exist IWL. It was dark in the room, but only the colors of everything around me; there was enough lighting in there. There was a chair in the middle of the room. On it, there was a box of what looked like donut holes. It should have been in the freezer. I picked it up, and it was room temp. Wow, it had been out for awhile! I went up to Barry to ask him if I should put them back or what he was doing with them. He told me he was going to eat them. When he said this, along his bottom teeth, I could see this whitish cream that I could only assume was the filling of the donut holes.

Shannon, my manager, was then there talking to someone, telling a story, but then she switched her attention to telling the story to me. I couldn't really hear her or understand what she was saying, but she was smiling, so I assumed it was a funny story. She then pulled her phone out to show me something on there. I wasn't sure whether I should just go with it, or tell her that I couldn't hear her.

I then was out in front of the counter. There were these velvet line dividers up like you see at the movie theater that were leading up to the bakery. These two teenage/early 20s guys came up and were asking me something about getting hired, but I couldn't understand them either. I said
"I'm sorry, what? I can't hear very well."
They smiled, and I then quickly added,
"But you don't have to yell." to make sure they weren't going to start talking too loud. My hearing isn't THAT bad.
They started to speak again, and I still couldn't understand a word they were saying, though I could hear them. I just felt so zoned out. So, logically, to escape the situation, I just fell onto the floor, knowing that it would actually work and I would be somewhere else. I somehow had an inkling that this wasn't reality, but I wouldn't say I was lucid.

I then woke up.

I saw my water necklace on someone at work but they were using it as an earing. I did a reality check and counter 6 fingers several times but didn't realize I was in a dream.

Dream
Notes

I had mostly fragments last night. The two I can remember had to do with inmates.

On my first one, I was coming into Los Lunas from I-25 north. L. Sanchez was driving and the light was green. There were many cars on the lane going from our left to our right. Sanchez didn't want to turn left while other cars were also turning despite there being two lanes. I got mad but eventually he turned. The sun was setting in this dream.

I was in a room with a bunk bed. There were a few people in there and there were also a lot of tools. People were taking the tools. I was taking some and B. Joe was also. We ended up staying last. I remember a window in the room and it looked like we were in a very tall building. I grabbed Joe, got somethings, and asked when he gets out. He said in 5 days and I took my necklace off, removed the handcuff key, and threw the cross at him, telling him to keep it.

Date: 09 Oct Entry 2/3

At this point I just wanted to sleep, so only wrote the key words for this dream.

LD: No idea how this dream started. I am on one of the streets in my hometown. There are also lots of kids playing here. Having no particular goals in mind, I decide to explore around and get in a shop where they sell crystals, bracelets, etc. My first though is "what am I doing here", since this is an ld and I don't usually do this in lds but non-lds. Anyways, there's some pretty cool stuff on sale - colorful necklaces and I check them out. The shop keeper is a woman that greets me in Spanish. I get a bit confused, does she see me? (I sometimes randomly assume that am OBEing somewhere and the people might be real instead of DCs.)

I say a few words to her and then she gives me some sort of a wooden board with letters on it. I am thinking this is similar to an ouija board and might use it to obtain answers/info this way. It also looks like a good idea for invention, because I haven't seen anything like this before. There is a text that has been scratched on it (no ink) and I try to read the message, but the letters look like ancient Greek and turn to random ones. I then face her and decide to ask her to give me an advice, anything that can be useful for me. I am hoping of hearing concrete instructions of what exactly I should do. (yeah, I know!)

She tells me that I have to live in harmony with the surroundings, because everything from the environment (some words I can't understand) changes our DNA.

I find the answer much more profound than one would assume. I can't believe she just said that. It changes our DNA? She nods yes. Can you repeat this again. (I am trying to memorize it as hard as I can). She repeats the answer again. I want to ask her more things, but at this moment, similarly to inception, lots of DCs - the kids from outside storm the place and I can't talk to her. I tell them to bugger off but the dream ends.


Almost forgotten short ld.

LD Frag:I am looking at my feet and decide I want to change my clothes and shoes. Initially, I have the desire to make a pair of purple shoes appear, but briefly see only one. Next, I am wearing a flip flop on one foot and a gray high heel shoe on my other foot. I make some sort of grey leggings appear, then think people won't be very interested in reading this entry.

12:02 am

MILD, no countdown (too distracting), day dreamed and tried to stay aware.

6:28 am

I woke up before sunrise, but was too tired to write what I dreamed. I woke up again around 6:28.

I was in a school that looks like our elementary school, but the mood reminds me of college. It's going to second semester and we're hurrying with the enrollment. R was there (a president of an org), also trying to catch up. They announced that they're extending. R explained that he called and asked if they're gonna be open. They said they they would, but he also asked if there are supervisors in case they need one. I didn't understand why he had to call when we're in the school already. I looked at a list on a board.

Somehow connected, I was in the school still. I was talking to a woman who asked me what group I'm in. She mentioned I couple, but I told her I'm with +. She said she remembers now. I was wondering how, when I'm not very active in +. I got a vision of her name in the group. Primrose or Rose something. And an image of black. She has short, black hair. She went behind some low wall to take a piss, and out of nowhere, a couple of high school kids appeared and tried to peek on her. I told them to back off, but she knows they're there. She handed them a short chain. They didn't know how to react, so they just accepted it. When she was done, she asked for it. They gave it back to her and they ran. They knotted it, and it's hard to un-knot. It's some sort of necklace. I told her that was expected; they're kids and don't know how to handle important stuff.

Night. I was in Quezon Ave, crossing the bridge to the other side.

Reading My Dad's Book

My father never actually wrote a book, but he wrote a lot, and talked about writing a screenplay IWL.

I was reading a book my dad wrote. It had just come back from the printer.

I was able to make out the words very well, though I only read one sentence. I was busy editing in my mind. Much of the book had been printed the way my dad used to print--all caps. I began noticing letters were transposed, and then I noticed that not all of the sentences were all caps. I wanted to 'tell my dad that he should have let me edit his work before sending it to the printer.

I tried to not be the editor for my dads big day, so I started to just read. I read a sentence that ended up making sense, but deserved a rewrite. It was something like, "He didn't put 'He didn't do it on purpose..."

As I read it, I worked out the logic that it actually made sense. It wasn't dream-logic.

The End

The Preacher and his Wife Divorce

The news was covering the death of a preacher's wife. I was viewing the coverage on-site. The camera panned all around a yard that was flooded on 3 sides. The camera didn't show the fourth side of the house. The water was muddy red.

Then preacher had passed. She was alone and dealing with the estate. The newscaster asked the woman what she was wearing. The preacher's wife said, "A necklace." She wanted another one because her husband rarely got her anything...or something like that.

Dream skip

I'm in the same house, but now there is a girl and a vampire. The girl had just been bitten that day. She was starting to feel weird and was freaking out. She was getting upset. The man wasn't mad at her for being upset because he knew she was now a vampire because of him. He tried to comfort her.

They were lying down on a marble floor to go to sleep. They had no bed, sheets, pillows, or anything. He kept getting closer to her to comfort her. It seems that scene played out twice.

Dream skip

The girl is just a girl. She had short blond hair. She was kind of cute. Apparently she had been dancing the night before, but I missed it. I think I'd been drunk and fell asleep. I told her that I would like to see her dance (naked was not the implication). I told her I thought she was really pretty and I didn't get to see her dance the night before.

She asked if I really wanted to see her dance. I said I would love to, so she got up and shook her hips right there in preparation to get up where she was going to go to dance.

When she walked to where she was going to dance, she disappeared. Two guys then came out of an adjacent room. I was waiting for the girl to come out.

One of the guys then stood making himself look really funny. He bowed his legs and separated them really far. This made his legs really thin and long, and made his body short and high up off the ground. I laughed out loud in my dream.

Eventually the girl came back out, but she looked like a female version of one of the guys...and too much like a guy. I completely lost interest and my dream ended.

Vesterguard's Dreams

non-lucid - Notes - lucid

25-09-11 Set the alarm for 4:30 to do a wbtb, but found out that I don't have the discipline to do that if I keep the alarm right next to the bed. I intended on just chilling for the first bit of the night and form some intentions during the waking period. I remember having forgotten loads of dreams as well from this night :/

The Nap attempt was actually from the day before, but will include it here.

24-09-11 Nap attempt.

“The Giants can't be found because Earth is a pump!”

I am at school with maybe 4-6 other people. We are having a lecture in the nature of consciousness. It is a radical theory we are getting presented. Bærentsen is proposing that the dreamt world is as real as the physical, but he has a list of 4 critical assumptions for this to be correct.

The first is that giants beasts existed and as he is telling about this particular theory we are watching a documentary that explains it. It is a really good documentary as it also takes us right into the action. I am the main advocate that this theory cannot be correct and my first argument points to the fact that we have never found any remains of these particular beasts.

While I am talking about this fact we are actually back in time as two giant beasts are duking it out. Giant might actually be a bit of an understatement when I should think these beasts are probably the size os small continents. There are a lot of people around us trying to get away from the fighting beasts to avoid becoming collateral.

Bærentsen counters my argument with the lack of skeletal remains of these beasts with the fact that they have existed many times that Earth in fact is operating on a greater cyclical scale than previously imagined and that this cycle includes total incineration and essentially the planet's “death” as well. There is a small video segment where we see earth from quite far away, burn, whither and die.

This is supposed to be a scientific model of how Earth is in fact a giant pump for providing ascended souls into the multiverse.
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“Granny's Pearls, aka sometimes I disturb myself”

Spoiler for Strong, Explicit, Sexual content:

I am at home on the sofa and an elderly woman comes up to me. I think I recognise her from somewhere. She tells me that I am really stressed and that I should let her help me find relief. I am not really happy about the idea considering that she seems fairly old, though her body is in good shape.

I think she starts by blowing me a bit.

She starts advertising a bit by leaning over one of the armrests of the couch and flash her bare ass. It doesn't look any older than a 20-30 year old. So I go for it. I replicate with some cunnilingus from behind and wonder why there is some sort of bulge in her vagina. I grab hold of whatever it is and pull out. I expect it to be some sort of bead toy, but to my surprise it is a fully functional amber necklace.

We switch around a bit so I can please her finger style. She is getting very moist and I start with just plunging in two fingers and then grab the clit with my thumb and start stimulation there as well. o which the woman starts groaning and I join in for the fun of it. Then I am about to do the deed, but wake up.

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“A swashbuckling tale of rubber sticks”

I am on a boat, or ship rather and from what I can understand it is a rather large one at that. I am walking around downstairs and keep provoking all the people that are gathered there. Apparently all the people are gathered because some important people are there and I give a rats arse about that.

The people there either fear me or respect me quite a bit, because I am allowed to do the stupidest things. First of all everyone is supposed to stand and look stupidly straight ahead, like in any military presentation.

I walk around and slap people in the face with this purple rubber (some sort of foam is more accurate) stick I have. It is one of those you often see by swimming pools that children use to play with. I even slap the captain around with it a bit (Kaomea?) and she seems really annoyed, but get ordered by some unknown entity to stand down.

At other points I hit people in the face with a morning star. They don't seem to be in a lot of pain though, which I find weird. I think I hit the captain again and she retaliates by trying to punch me in the face, but I block it by grabbing her hand in my left without even looking at her.

I always had this sense that I was somewhat powerful, yet smaller than the rest.
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“Breaking the bank”

Something about having to help my mum. I have finally gotten her on board that the financial institutions are what is wrong with the world today. She has taken quite a risk. Think my cousin is in this dream.
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“Worst train tracks ever!”

Ok so I am on this train. We are driving through open fields and marshlands. I keep looking down onto the tracks to see the where they go. Sometimes you can't even see them, which is somewhat upsetting for my sister. It is not that the tracks aren’t there it is just that these particular tracks never really gets used.

We are supposed to “go to the place we used to play” and it is My sister, brother-in-law and maybe someone else on the train.

As we are driving we drive across sections of the tracks where they have been elevated off the grounds. Not only that, but when we are driving towards some of the poles that are holding the tracs we see the tracks themselves fall down into place from an upright position.

At one point I look out to my left and I see a much larger lake than the one we used to play by and there are two people out rowing in something that looks like inflatable boats. They are racing.

When we get to the end of the tracks there are no station or anything the train just stops and we get out. My sister and brother-in-law are fairly lucky to get out on dry lands whereas I end up in water and much to my waste. There is a pole that may be supporting the tracks that I wrap my arms around and break, which my sister informs me about.

I turn around and start making my way up a hill that is very slippery and muddy.
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“Bike tricks and......”

I am on a bike on a camping grounds and I am experimenting with the handbrakes, realising I don't know which one is for what wheel. I end up slamming the front wheel brake a bit hard and I end up lifting the back wheel and spin 180 and take off on the bike again. I smirk to myself, thinking I am rather cool, have never tried anything like that before.

Notes: A lot of this dream is missing. I think it involves going backwards and forwards quite a bit and might even be connected with the train one.
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“Lightning”

Something about crystallising lightning or mastering it or similar.

Original Date: 2/21/10
Type: Fragment/Family - Non Lucid
Dream:
(there were a couple of dreams I had, so this is a fragment runoff, the last of about 3-4)
First I was in a store shopping for baby clothes with some women who just had a baby girl, she was standing there with the stroller. Next thing I was at some house, and my grandma arrived from somewhere like a trip because someone was saying "She's here!", there was another girl there (I think maybe the girl who just had the baby) and she was in the kitchen. Then I remember me and possibly my mom (but later turned into my Grandma P) appeared at a different house. I remember hearing her make a comment about how the other girl at the old house was going to have to unload the big trucks filled with all of Grandma P's things by herself (and I felt pity for her, wanted to go back and help her, but I couldn't). Outside of this house there was a portion of maybe a wrought iron fence and on it was hanging some necklace, like red velvet and gold. I picked it up and brought it in the house, my Grandma P was standing at the door looking displeased. Then I remember a feeling of needing to prepare for something. And then we were in the kitchen and my Grandpa S was there and there was a huge box of sweet cream butter that we were unpacking into the fridge, I was taking out of the box and handing to someone who would put it into the fridge. The weird thing was I was pulling them out and the packages were opened and some was missing, like someone was eating as I was putting it away, then the butter started to be colorful as I took it out. Bright green ones, pink ones and blue ones. My Grandpa S started asking me questions about my boyfriend, like he was trying to tease me, I was a little reluctant, he was hinting about being married and I remember telling him that he is divorced and has two little boys. Then I heard my Grandpa S say he was hungry, telling my Grandma P and next I see him with a roast boiling in a coffee pot in front of my face. I say to him "I like to make chicken with vegetables, take chicken breast and season it..." and my Grandpa S cuts me off saying "Chicken!? Naw I don't want that healthy stuff!" and I say "Well Grandpa, I have to eat healthy now, or I won't make it to live as long as you." And he got quiet and said "Well, that's true".

Objective Context:
I have been thinking a lot about my grandparents on both sides of my family and feeling somewhat stressed that I have not seen my family in over a year. I used butter in cooking last night, and I make pork roast and kraut yesterday for dinner. I also interpreted dreams yesterday about someone's Grandfather and having a baby.

Age of Dream Ego: 26

Feelings:
Neutral, like a little workhorse, connected, familiarity

Morning of November 9, 2009. Monday.



In this dream, I discover (as in a lot of similar dreams that continue to both haunt and annoy me as if another part of me had a will of its own yet not viable for my chosen life’s path) I learn that the “other” (the childhood friend, Susan R, I “left” for a different path - not regret, but a very slight guilt, I suppose; strange, as many people have nothing residual over such events or so it seems) is living in an area where I can visit her (not quite sure which country, either USA or Australia). There is one part where my wife (aka childhood Romani tulpa turns out to be real) and I are together on the couch and involved in sensual acts. I notice the “other” (who for some unexplainable reason is just sitting in a lounge chair near us in the same room) is wearing a plain cross (not a crucifix), which hangs down near my face, but nothing else is visible in that periphery. This could probably be related to the fact that she was - or seemed to be - a serious Christian (a main reason why I could not have seen myself living with her when older), or yet another flashback to that Mad magazine poster “The Modern Crucifixion” and the associated “other” events related to that time period.

(It was only later, I realized the connections of my favorite band “The Fixx” and the logo in mirror image looking a bit like XXII, or 22, the “master number” that has a huge connection to many different things in the human supraconscious and continuously repeating around unexplainable events - there is even a group of people that follow this belief).

The outcome of my dream is that the “other” eventually appears in a very unusual manner, not quite human-looking in the face. She looks very old, yet also very young, and a Newton’s cradle ball is stuck in (or growing out of) each ear - halfway out at the hemispheres - and around the ears are deep cracks as if from drying clay - the sides of her head being somewhat skeletal as well. This surreal imagery does not seem at all unusual to me until I am awake and then I wonder how in the world my mind came up with something like that and why I did not think it to be unusual in my dream. However, Newton’s cradle could easily be some sort of dream imagery to represent unseen forces or unseen repercussions from “another side”, and the “other” and I did use the device (and gaze at it) when young.