I'm Mary Poppins Ya'll: I'm in an outdoor space, a large field. There are several long banquet tables extending out into the distance. Between some of the tables, there is a man demonstrating a flying device. It's an umbrella that allows free-flight. ... Later I'm seated near the head of one of the tables with my coworker C and my friend H from the Tots. I'm got the umbrella and I've taken off. High into the sky. I feel uneasy knowing that the only thing keeping me from certain death is my grip on the handle. But I get more comfortable with it over time, taking more and more risky angles by maneuvering the handle. I go out of my way to make sure that the other attendees at the party can see me by gliding close to the other tables. Eventually I return to my table. As I approach, C, challenges me to land the tip of the handle on a small plate. I achieve that and return to my seat. ... I wake up somewhere that I don't recognize. My Mom comes into the room from a door in front of me. I tell her all about my flying umbrella dream. There's a CPAP machine next to me, and she is wanting the pipe part off of it. This device is somehow now identified as the one that will allow free-flight. I give it up freely, knowing that I have another one I can use. Showing off my new flying umbrella. Made with ChatGPT 4.
Updated 01-13-2024 at 08:37 PM by 99808
Sep 9 2018 I was walking through a large paved road which felt like a walkway through a large park. It was a sunny morning or afternoon. The lawns on either side were lined with large oaks with twisting branches. There were passerby walking in either direction. Suddenly I became lucid and started running! I looked back and saw a DC. I turned around fully again, expecting to see a coworker from one of my college jobs*, and she was there! I was running backwards at this point to let her catch up, but for some reason couldn't stop or change directions, and instead had to run backwards, slower. When I reached her I made some conversation about the fact that I was dreaming, and she seemed thrilled. I took her hand and we started running together. We passed a few trucks (possibly ice cream trucks or food trucks) and signs, and I was able to read them clearly. I asked her whether she had ever flown before, and she responded that she hadn't, all she had ever done was float. I told her that that was a good start and we lifted off. I can feel the wind on my face and body and we're still holding hands (platonically). We weren't doing superman poses or anything specifically to indicate that we were flying, just setting my intention on a direction and going there. It was a great sensation. The oaks stretched even farther up now, and I bobbed and weaved through the twisted outstretched branches. I had a few near misses but overall had pretty good control. I decided to go higher than the trees and went skyward. At which point I could see in the top of my field of vision three or four wooden planks arranged like ceiling blade fans. I passed above the planks and at that point there were flat planes rushing past us. I looked down at my hands and while still holding my coworker's hands, I pushed my finger through my palm -- I felt some resistance at first but asserted "I'm dreaming" and was able to do it. Then I felt the dream stabilize a bit. As I looked back up, I saw that it was approaching dusk with a sunset in front of us. Underneath was a large wooden building with multiple levels with wraparound balconies. It reminded me of the restaurant I worked at for a while. I approached it and landed on the roof (it may have just been me at this point). I saw a small shack/building on the roof. Upon further examination it looks similar to a dollhouse made of craft wood -- I can clearly see the seems and the semi-gloss finish on the wood. The dream fades quickly. Note: I woke up from this dream at 6am on my left side. Summary of other NLs: I'm in a kitchen by a white door with glass panes near the head and the foot. The house reminds me of a classmate from my high school band's house. There were multiple locks that were complicated and kind of hard to turn. Once I turned them, my anonymous DC sidekick switched some small levers which had clear writing on them in a row. There is a silhouette outlined in the door and I think what lies behind it is a dark garage. I have a serious talk with my DC sidekick. We open the door and go through, and pass through the dark garage (felt ominous, there were other silent DCs there). I'm in a garden/walkway with a girl. We look up and see bright flashing in the clouds above. It takes a triangluar shape and turns into a spaceship with clear writing on it (reminded me for some reason of the writing on a bus or van). We run over hill after hill and past trees to keep seeing it. Each time we get it back into our field of vision it's more detailed. Finally we see that there is a ledge on the back of it and there are giant women sitting there. They send down some smaller but still giant women who fire beams at us. We run in the opposite direction and become extremely cartoon-like in our actions. I fuse with her and our arms and chest start spinning; there are now two copies of me, one driving the process and one fused with her. We fire beams back at the giants chasing us as we run down a dirt path in the garden. This dream repeats twice or thrice featuring different versions (ages, genders, ethnicities, other factors changed) of both me and the girl. Very vivid and very surreal. I'm at a store getting various items (I remember some onion bread buns in a bag that I got IWL from Walmart). I get some impulse items that I know my fiancee will be mad at me about. It's a pretty long dream as I go down the aisles. Finally I go down the clearance/general/jam aisle, where I find a stack of fresh papers. Underneath the papers I find some that I've drawn on (during my visit or my past several visits). I try to consolidate them as they're spaced out between blank pages. Someone passes me in the aisle and notices one full-color one I've done, I look up and say it's nothing, then look back down and it's even more polished and is the cover to a small booklet or magazine (maybe a doujin). I consolidate them all and tuck them into the bottom for safe keeping. I'm in a large bathroom with long white counters and four or five sinks stretching out to the right and left, separated by double doors. I'm at the sink closest to the door on the right counter. The stalls are behind us. There are some middle-aged men holding bags and placing their miscellany on the counters, it looks like stuff you would get in those cap-balls from the 25 cent machines (where you turn the handle). Mixed in are brass gears and writing utensils. *With my ability to summon DCs, it seems like I pretty much pick them at random; I haven't thought about these people in years but for some reason my lucid mind thinks "Gee, I would love to see X random acquanitance." I suspect that as I get better about remembering dream goals and incorporating my awareness of waking life, I'll be able to make more logical/planned decisions within my lucids.
Non-dream stuff: Just some non-lucid fragments; initially tried to force recall, which I know not to do, so I quickly stopped trying to remember hard and got up and made tea. Fragment 1: I remember being outdoors, and this was near the end of a dream sequence; there was grass and a dirt path, and along the dirt path was a concrete cylindrical shape jutting out, it was a sewer entrance, as it had a massive brown-looking lid on top. I was showing it to someone, I think my partner, and said something like "... and this is where we went in.", in reference to something that happened before in the dream. I remember it might have been day time but it was dark, I think the weather was overcast. Fragment 2: I remember yeast, of the same type used in baking; I remember seeing it, but that's about it. Fragment 3: I remember being in a dropship of some kind. I think this fragment was actually from before Fragment 1. Notes: The sewer lid and concrete structure were reminiscent of what they're like in my native country.,The first dream sequence was actually very long, but I managed to forget most of it somehow. I think my intention to make note of dreams in the morning is being neglected, i.e. I need to start setting this intention before bed.
Unsure what happened before becoming lucid. My field of vision is flat like a computer screen, alternatively flashing between blue and red flashing (like a computer screen) - there is a thin white rectangular border. Centered white or black text reads "Obek" (may have been in Cyrillic) and another word, but each time I read it the word changes. I can feel myself sliding along a fixed path. I pass into a small office building with a desk and a man to my left - reminds me of college. The man sitting at the desk has a scary face, not just intimidating or creepy but instilling great fear. I overcome it and reach out to touch his hand as I pass by him in the way I'm being pulled. Can feel the sensation of touching it distinctly. I slide through an open doorway and to a hallway leading left and right, the track takes me left. I am then turned around and taken backwards (in the same direction as I was coming from while going through the office) and I pass into a warehouse/art studio/garage type building (lots of stuff here - canvas draped over boxes, easels, concrete floors, foggy windows with light coming through). I go forward until I stop at a distorted mannequin standing up against some stacked crates. In retrospect the face was disturbing, but I didn't think about it at the time. I use my hands with pinching gestures to change the facial features into an attractive female (her body changes from mannequin to living flesh). She is wearing a tee shirt and panties. There is a brief sexual encounter and then I wake up promptly (after a feeling of closing my dream eyes). I'm with my girlfriend at a party and we're holding a balloon that's shaped like lips (one of the shiny ones you get from Dollar Tree) and arguing. It's an outdoor party and it's night time. There are snakes on the ground and in the trees. The non-lucid portion of this dream lasts a while and I'm separated from my girlfriend. All of the sudden I sit down, touch the grass, and become lucid. Visual clarity intensifies, and I examine the dream characters more closely, especially a girl with black hair which seems to have this hazy red aura (as if it was a red underdrawing). I am looking around at all the characters when I look past the back fence at a house with a light on in one of the windows and the outline/silhouette of someone. I'm transported there and I continue to observe. It's a small room with a raised stage with white linen borders. There are several people in the crowd standing and watching, a lot of them dressed in white (not all though, some in normal clothes). On the stage there are three girls dressed in white. They begin to undress and I wake up. I'll add more tomorrow, trying to scrounge through my notes from that time.
Night of June 11th, 2016 This dream fragment was rather short as I was rudely awakened mid-dream and not given any time to recollect the events of my dream. It started at my grandparent's house in their upstairs area. Instead of the usual porch they had a room surrounded in glass (a glass room), and I was washing the windows. A cute guy was washing some nearby windows, and I whispered to him "I've got these ones, I got them dirty so I'll clean them." to give myself an excuse to be cleaning them. Sadly though, he left. I tried in the dream after this to be switched from window washing to another job, but couldn't. At this point I found out my grandmother adopted a by around 17 or 18. He looked around Middle Eastern descent, and was sitting between my grandma and I at her desk. We had an orange (replacing a birthday cake?) and something else on the table. He blew on the orange and started to cry when my sisters arrived and asked if it was my boyfriend. I obviously said no. I was now at an auction/outdoor show type thing with many of the people from my school. It began with me returning home from a trip I am currently on and alerting my mother that I need new shoes for band, which starts next week. I run into a bunch of people from my school, the most prominent of which being: Caleb and David. Caleb and David are both on bikes, and David is refusing to talk. By pressing a button on his bike he lowers himself and presses another button which says something in a robotic voice. Apparently, in this dream he was part of a group of guys who fought over whatever girl needed the attention the most. I ensured him I was fine and kept going. He chased me for a while but as we walked many of the girls started to pretend to cry to get his attention. I passed my friend Tori.
25.10.2013NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Eu estava em um trem. Lembro de estar indo pra algum lugar. Eu sentava em umbanco duplo vazio. Sentava um asiático do meu lado direito e outro alguém do meu lado esquerdo(?). O fiscal da porta segurava todos pra fora pra não encher o trem e dizia que iria liberar em 5 segundos. Ele fazia a contagem regressiva e quanto estava no 2 ou 3, a porta fechava. Me vi no meio do banco entre os dois. Eu me levantava com o banco e o asiático reclamava pois queria se sentar também. Discutíamos. Eu explicava pra ele e resolvi deixar o banco pra ele, porém frustrado. Nessa hora, o banco já havia se transformado em uma cadeira de rodinhas. Sentava em outro e olhava pra fora. Via 3 banners sobre PuA, explicando como os amigos poderiam te trair depois de estudarem juntos e um outro banner escrito "Chocolate causa tantas alucinações quanto sua pele".
Auditory hallucinations draw me into this WILD. I hear voices to my right. It sounds like my old roommate Hugh. There's another unfamiliar voice. I guess that Hugh is giving this other man a job interview, something about accounting. Then I hear voices to my left. I conjure the feeling that I am in my bedroom in the Daisetta house. The voices outside are talking about... Led Zepplin? I dunno. I focus on the voices and they draw me into the dream. Bam! I'm outside in a bright and vivid summer day. I'm in a suburban backyard. The grass is a brilliant shade of green beneath my feet. The house is somewhat like Daisetta. Around the yard are trees and power lines. There are three people around me. I intuit they were the voices outside. They are two boys and a girl. They look high school age and are dressed in gym clothes with blue shirts and white cotton shorts. I look down and see I am wearing the same thing. They are looking at me like I'm their teacher. But I'm not really interested in them. I had a plan in mind but this environment doesn't suit it. So I decide to just have some fun. I look up. Time to fly. I now become aware of a few flying objects. They look like flying cars. I jump and zoom up to the nearest one. It seems to be an unmanned drone, about the size of large trash can. It has a Star Wars Tatooine look to it; futuristic but at the same time rusted and worn. I grab it and spin and throw it up toward another drone and the two crash and fall. Ha! Then I am distracted by an unpleasant feeling in my throat, like a dry heave. I snap back to my waking body. At least I think this portion was waking, but I might have been still dreaming. I feel the urge to cough. I swallow and move my neck slightly and I feel okay. I DEILD back into the dream. I fly up higher and look down to get a sense of the landscape. I'm hovering over a wide dry riverbed that is overgrown with moss and small bushes. On either side of the riverbed there's suburban homes. This reminds me of the creek behind the Redmond house. Down in the riverbed I see a large creature. About the size of a walrus but more like a beached whale in appearance. It is very blubberly. I zoom down and try to lift it. It is heavy but I manage to get it over my head. I throw it up into the air and hovers for a bit, then slowly and gently falls back to the ground. I then take a closer look, trying to figure out what exactly this creature is. I snap back to my waking body again. I'm either still dreaming or in some deep hypnopompic state. I hear voices to my right, as I had in the earlier hypnogogia. It's Hugh again. I intuit that he is talking on the phone to his boss about the job interview candidate. He says, "He had the three wisdoms but didn't know his mathematical formulas. That's just memorization though. He's a bright candidate." I'm listening to this while remaining still, hoping to DEILD again. He ends the phone call and I hear footsteps toward my bedroom room, which is to the right, like my current apartment. I hear the door open and Hugh says "Are you there?" I feel the weight on my bed shift and a foot near my head. I think, maybe Hugh has something urgent so I should wake up. I snap out of hypnopompia and realize I don't live with a roommate anymore. D'oh.
Some day residue from ordering a package during the day and also the ever-present media barrage about terrorism. I'm walking through a dry, hilly region that makes me think of Afghanistan. But apparently I am in Kentucky. I am being led by a Persian-looking man with a thick accent. We are walking along a trail, dressed as guerrilla fighters with assault rifles and well-supplied backpacks. It's daytime and it's mostly clear with a few patches of clouds. My guide points up at the sky. There's a plane in the distance. He's speaking some kind of rhetoric that glorifies his cause. Something like: "While the rich and wealthy look down on us from their planes, we, the night warriors, fight on the ground. They use their planes to transport goods and they think they are secure. They think they have sophisticated logistics. But we know all about their systems. We infiltrate their corporations and subvert their delivery systems. They think all the worldly goods belong to them, but really they belong to us." Somehow I know that the plane is a UPS freight plane and we are near their main processing hub in Kentucky. We watch as the plane flies low over a clearing and starts dropping crates to the ground without landing, cargo-cult-style. As each crate lands, workers scramble to it and begin to break it down and process the packages. I think this system must be very well coordinated so that no one gets crushed from a falling crate. I also wonder if they can do this for fragile packages. Maybe they have a separate system for that. We double back on the trail and move away from the UPS facility. My guide continues on with his rhetoric: "They think that we will wither and starve out here in the badlands. But we have enough food for many days..." False awakening. I'm still in the same dream. Apparently we made camp for the night and I'm just now waking up. My guide nudges me with his boot to wake me up. I am reluctant. He says: "We call ourselves the night warriors but we never sleep. We fight day and night." I joke: "If I'm going to be a night warrior, I'm going to need the mornings off."
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