First dream I was in my house, the cellar was extended and took space from where it was to borders of our possession. The wall of cellar was smashed down, there was hole in the floor opening up to some ruins and wall of old sewage cistern could be seen. With family we had to drill through that wall for some reason, I warned them about old sewage but they didn't listened. Using a drill we made a round hole and then father turned on water and crystal clear water started flowing rapidly. I climbed up to cellar and with family we started barricading. Second dream It was an evening, I was atop an enormous hill with a ruined gothic mansion. I ran around ruins, it was getting darker and darker, I heard ominous whispers. I was about to find someone in there, but I was alone. I thought that running away from ruins, into darkness would change dreams. I ran into darkness and everything became black. Third dream Blackness faded out and I found myself in that mansion during a summer day. I was there with group of classmates, on a second floor. It was open to a beautiful ravine overgrown with beautiful vegetation. We were wandering around the place, girls were with us but they had to change clothes without coming back to rooms, so we all had to turn back when they did.
Morning of August 24, 2016. Wednesday. Dream #: 18,146-05. Reading time (optimized): 3 min. I am with my family in an unknown location near a small oval pond of an area of about ten feet by six feet, seemingly late at night. There are no other discernible environmental features. Zsuzsanna is off to my left, our two youngest sons closer to me on my left, our youngest the closest. Our youngest son is fishing, but I eventually help him reel in a fish. It turns out to be a small pale bluegill (even though I had considered that there were no fish in the pond) with the hook stuck on the outside of his mouth on its right side, which is difficult to pull out. The tangibility and sense of movement and weight of catching a fish are amazingly realistic. When I throw it to my right instead of putting it on a stringer, I see a second pond, about the same size as the first, perpendicular to it and about two feet away from it. The water is only inches deep. There is a pile of bluegill about three or four high, almost covering the far half of the side of the pond, most caught within the last day or two. About a third are alive. I wonder which fish came from which body of water, but the second one is not deep enough to fish in now. Later, we walk near a ravine in an unknown location (where there is only part of a guardrail) near an urban area. It seems to be late afternoon. The scene is clear and detailed, with plenty of light to see at a distance. I see puddles far below and three big parallel fish on their stomachs about five feet apart, facing away from us. They are about four feet long and still alive. I tell Zsuzsanna two are sturgeons, but one is an alligator gar, but the imagery changes to feature the opposite. The scene is ambiguous, as they are similar in appearance. We teleport to the area near the fish far below. I warn our youngest son not to put his hand near the mouth of a gar, but he does after patting its back, seemingly preparing to take it home with us to eat. He appears to have cut his fingers. However, this is not the case, and he seems cheerful. We walk through a long but narrow park, adjacent to the road. It is late at night again. There are about five other people around (of questionable repute), and they are setting up an overnight camp in the closed park. They gather under a park shelter nearby. An unknown male in his forties, who may be lighting a cigarette, throws a lit match into the river close to where he is. As a result (and as I vaguely anticipate), the river’s surface somehow catches fire with a bright flash and tall flames, and they are startled but unharmed. Not wanting trouble from the park rangers, Zsuzsanna and our children, under my lead, turn to go back in the opposite direction with a steady gait, though not as if fleeing, but assertively. I am aware that there may be a game warden or two near the boat ramp directly opposite the entrance (where we first came in), but this is uncertain. Now we are going home. It seems to be around the same time as the previous scene. We reach the perimeter of a parking lot, about one-fifth the size of a city block, adjacent to the sidewalk. We may walk through it diagonally from here (off to its right) rather than go around at the intersection. However, the declivity might be too challenging for us to traverse, especially for Zsuzsanna to manage the pram. We walk through a high school instead. Even though it is late at night, students are walking on the grounds. (At least one is wearing an American football uniform.) We use the entrance and the exit but go back around and up to a fence that blocks our way. We walk around it and continue from here as I wake. Dream signature: Water induction, seeking correlation of dream state awareness (fishing), water lowering (melatonin mediation), vestibular system adaptation (walking near ravine), water reinduction (river), lit match and river on fire (precursory consciousness initiation; choice to “go home”; wake), liminal space entry (parking lot), vestibular system correlation (anticipation of walking through declivity; wariness of waking process as potential falling sensation), emerging thinking skills (going through high school), wall mediation (fence).
great long lucid last night. pre lucid i was walking through a forest with a barn owl. then i was by a ravine with a mate and a girl in front. i said to my mate something like havent we seen this in a dream before, to which he dismissed it and carried on walking. i knew it was a dream and launched myself off the ravine backwards..? i caught up with the girl and walked her home, stopping on the way with loads of distractions. we got to my place and i took my shoes off. i was losing lucidity, and as it was quite wet, when she had to leave i thought i had to go and put my shoes back on to walk her home. when she was gone i was in a place that was bit like a terraced stand. again the feeling of overlooking something made me realise i could launch off it. i started to tell people around me that it was a dream. one guy shhhssed everyone else so they could hear me. itold him he shouldnt have done that because now what i was saying would be rubbish. i wxplained that it was a dream and one guy said ok then well why dont you just do something like its a dream. i said ok, then everyone elses doubt started to spill into me. i said to him that its easy to control a dream when you are on your own, but it is much harder when you ae surrounded by loads of skeptical dc's. i was going to just jump off the terrace to prove it, so they lined up this little deep pool at the bottom for us to land in. this put me off further as it was a cold night and i had a long way to walk back wet. its crazy how lucidity comes in waves and just dissapears for short times. anyway i knew i couldnt fly properly at the time so i just ounced down the terrace steps getting higher each time and then proving it was a dream by bouncing high and landing on my head. there is a bit of a gap now and then i remember having seena film called "return to bril castle" which had really influenced this dream. ive never seen the film but the tv i watched before bed definately played a big part. i was cd shopping, which is odd because ive not brought a cd for ages, with someone else i know from another place on the net. we bought some similar cd's but they all got mixed up and we spent a while trying to get the right ones. i think at some point i threw some liquid off the building i was in. this caused loads of people to be pissed at me, but i was just acting like a dick and treating it like it didnt matter at all. of course it didnt really matter but maybe i should just explain myself better next time. even if its just because it is so much fun to explain to the characters that it is a dream
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