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    1. Destroying a Bomb; Zombies; Chinese Taking Nigerian Slaves; Trafficking Cocaine; Fish

      by , 04-27-2012 at 11:00 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      Destroying a Bomb

      Three nights ago I had a dream that someone had a bomb strapped to them. It consisted of 3 M-80 sized explosives -- 1 each in black, red, and green.

      If I broke the wires, it would blow, but I couldn't let it stay on the person, so I took my foot and broke through the wires. It did not blow.

      Zombies

      I dreamed there were zombies with powdery-white hair and faces. One had a ware-wolf face. He had the powdery-white hair and face also. He was an outcast even among the other zombies.

      He was trying to climb up on a window ledge, but was having trouble because he wasn't very strong.

      Chinese Taking Nigerian Slaves
      Another Alarm-infiltrated dream

      I was playing a game with some lady. I was a guest in her home I think. The game was like Risk. I was in the position to make a diplomatic tie with China. I wasn't happy about their stand on human rights, but I decided to make friends with them because it seemed better than not doing so.

      I went to a box with cartridges and pulled out the one to make friends with China. That would be a pain in the ass game!

      As I pulled out that cartridge, another came out a bit. I left it, and the lady got a little upset that I left it out. I explained that my dad would have been upset to, but I would push it back in when I replaced my cartridge.

      Then I realized that in real life, China was taking up the practice of enslaving Nigerians. I though, "Oh God! We got over that 150 years ago, and they are just now starting?" I pictured the horrors starting all over again with one person representing everyone who would now become slaves. It was horrible.

      Trafficking Cocaine

      I was in a Semi going across the border to Mexico. I was being stopped so border patrol could check my truck. It had cocaine in it. I now realized I was in trouble because of course they would check a trailer like mine.

      I saw a truck that was parked really poorly. I thought I did such a poor job of parking. Then I realized My truck was actually parked properly.

      Fish

      I was in the water. I saw several fish. I caught one fish by the tail. It was friendly looking, but had a ferocious looking mouth. It was blue and white.

      At first, I wasn't sure it was a fish, but I looked at it closely and saw what I thought were eyes, which they were. That's when the fish came to life. I caught it by the tail between my thumb and forefinger on the flat part of its tail.

      Someone was with me. I tried to tell them how to catch a similar fish.

      Then I was by a coral reef. It was large and flat, and things could live under it. I was afraid something could come out from under it because I was right there at the edge.

      I saw muscles too. They made me feel a bit uncomfortable.
    2. Reality check failed .. Again!

      by , 03-25-2012 at 03:36 PM
      I was sitting in and open back container--thing of a trailer. My feet was dangling over the edge and I was "focusing"* on counting my fingers on the right hand. *I'm a total cloudhead during my dreams.
      I was counting them, as I said, and sometimes I counted two lesser, and sometimes two more, but I didn't seem to notice, because the counting didn't "count" when I was in wake state (IRL; Dream), and I was saving the REAL counting for when I was in a dream again... Why..?

      Updated 03-28-2012 at 07:22 PM by 53379

      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    3. My Aunt

      by , 11-03-2011 at 11:40 PM (The Absurd Adventures of CWHunt)
      Strange fever dream. They are so hard to recall and they make no sense.

      My aunt lives in a trailer. I decide to travel with her in it. A lot of the things that happen are things that happened in my childhood but distorted into an odd dream like way. Hard to describe. Ugh... In still sick. That's all I remember. I need more sleep...
      Tags: aunt, fever, sick, trailer
      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    4. A 2-Hour Nap: Flaming Bicycle / Garage Trailer (fragments)

      by , 09-23-2011 at 02:08 AM (...from the dark corners of my mind...)
      DJ Log: September 11, 2011 – 8:30PM (USA Eastern)
      · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

      (Note: When I came home from work today, I was quite tired. I farted around on the 'net for a while, then decided to take a nap that lasted about 2 hours. I had a few other dreams, but these are the two that I can recall anything from. When I woke up, I spent more time being amazed that I just had so many dreams during a nap then I did recalling them. )

      Fragment #1:
      I am riding a bicycle around the yard at my parent's old house. Suddenly, the bike catches on fire. I push it over to the corner where the garden hose should be, but there is no hose. I drop the bike and run into the basement to get a hose. When I come back, my brother had used a bucket to put out the fire. I connected the hose and sprayed the bike a bit more to stop the smoke.

      Fragment #2:
      I try to back a trailer into a garage with my truck, but the front of the trailer is too high to fit under the door. I disconnect the trailer from the truck and my brother helps me push it my hand. Once we get the trailer inside the garage, he puts some chocks under the tires and I set the coupler on a large wood block. Behind the trailer, there are a couple of old lawn mowers and a garden tractor. Off to the side, there are a couple of engines laying on the floor. I walk out of the garage and when I turn around, I wake up.
    5. 28th Shared Dreaming Attempt- Cay's Dream

      by , 09-05-2011 at 04:40 PM (International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal)
      Cay's Dreams
      -I was on the bus, on a side road that branches off of the main one, which we go down to drop off a couple of kids. Suddenly, the bus came to a screeching halt. People fell out of their seats. We were herded off the bus and into an open trailer, which would seem to be made to accomodate cattle, except for the handrails that resembled those on either side of an escalator. J.G. stood at the front like a tour guide, and cordially informed us that we were going to "experience meat processing first hand".

      -I was attending some school dance. I left earlier than planned, and I'm pretty sure I changed clothes in full view somewhere. Time skip. People were at my house, many of whom I didn't know; in fact, the only ones I recognized among them S.G., D.M., D.Cl., and D.B. I guess it might've been a sort of party. I stayed in my room most of the time.

      -I was on some sort of racing cart with Azra and D.R. I was steering, Azra was in charge of acceleration/deceleration, and D.R. just waved a flag at the back, and shouted rude things at the other racers as we wound through a mucky, wet, mostly brick city that from the accents of the competitors I suspected was in England.

      -I was at my brother's and sister-in-law's again, as I had been the preceding evening. I played with the baby a bit, and wrestled with the dog. The television was turned to an unfamiliar news channel. I heard without really listening, "I lost myself, I lost myse-e-elf...." then my ears pricked up as the anchorwoman began with "Radiohead frontman Thom Yorke, 42, died at 12:50 PM today when his flight bound for..." "Dude, what?!" I cried, waking the baby, who cried in turn. "...Yorke was a cult icon who will surely be mourned this evening worldwide." The broadcast ended with the end of "Last Flowers"- "...too bright, too powerful..." and the fading image of Yorke at a piano.
    6. Owl School and Gale's House

      by , 08-13-2011 at 08:35 AM
      Type: Regular dream.
      Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
      Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

      Notes:
      Another dream with Gale Boetticher in it... Must have been because I missed the new episode of Breaking Bad on Sunday...

      In this dream, it was sometime between afternoon and evening - the sky was still light, but it was beginning to adopt a pale orange tint. I was in a relatively sparse forest with very tall and skinny trees. They looked like the kind of trees that had been burned and killed by a forest fire; the ends of their branches were flimsy and almost crispy-looking, and the bark of the trees themselves was fairly dark, but not quite bordering on black. The trees had a few leaves here and there but not many. There was probably one tree for every fifteen feet of groundspace.

      I was a young gray owl, and I was one of five or six other owls (of different species) who were in school taking flying lessons from a grumpy old teacher owl. I can't remember details about any specific birds except the teacher; he had slightly scraggly brown feathers, and longer ear 'tufts' on his head. The group was flying in place, in a circle all facing each other, at the side of one tree in the forest, which must have been at an altitude of about 70 feet above the pine-and-wood covered dirt ground. Myself, I was in the hollow of a tree that was right near theirs; the hole was only five feet higher than the group. Because of this, I was looking down on them. When the dream started, my dream-self knew that I was ditching class because the teacher wasn't friendly; he wasn't letting the owls eat until class was over, which I didn't like. So, I wanted to stir things up.

      I saw the group, positioned about ten feet away from me. I looked at them and suddenly saw a perfectly round owl pellet whizz towards the hole and past my head; they were using it to practice catching things with their feet while flying at the same time. The sudden appearance of the pellet didn't surprise me, although I definitely would've jumped in real life. Without taking my gaze away from the class, I grabbed the ball with my foot (although I cant remember if it was an owl's foot) and as soon as I did this, the teacher somehow realized where I was.

      "Puffin, get down here now!" he roared in a grumpy but non-intimidating fashion, but I just laughed to myself and put the pellet down. I then kicked my foot hard into the inside of the hole, which sent three moths, each having a different color - pale orange, mint green, and light blue - flying towards the class. The moths' wings looked normal at first glance, but then upon closer inspection, the wings were upside-down! As usual, I didn't notice this anomaly. I was just thinking about how sending food out to the class, moths, would surely piss the teacher off!

      I looked away from the class as soon as the moths got further away from the tree; I didn't see or hear a reaction at all. A few moments later, I decided to land on the ground.

      I walked up to the edge of the hole and let gravity pull me over the edge; I dropped out of the hole, flapping my grey wings (which were still rather small because I wasn't very old) a few times to slow the fall a bit, and started to coast forward. I landed at least forty feet away from my tree, as a result of the coasting. I had completely forgotten about the class of owls now; it's as if they weren't even there. Sometime during the flight, the forest had seamlessly changed from a sparse one to a slightly denser and lively forest, with pine and sycamore trees that actually looked normal, leaves and all. I'm not sure if I was seeing from an owl's small perspective while in the tree, but I was definitely seeing through it now; the trees were very big compared to me. Anyways, the pieces of wood chips, pine needles and dirt on the ground looked large, which was pretty realistic for my size. I walked a few small steps forward and my feet sunk down into the materials a bit, because the sheet of them covering the forest floor was not one solid thing, but many pieces.

      As soon as I stopped walking, I heard a woman's voice say, "what are you doing? Theres dangerous owls here, like this one!" As the last sentence started, an owl's face suddenly flashed in front of my vision, filling it up for a few instances. It was in the animation style of the owls from the film Legend of the Guardians, but with slightly less less feather detail. The owl was dark grey, with feathers that became lighter around its eyes and beak, and it had intimidating-looking red eyes that gradated to black in the center of each one. When the vision faded, it was almost juxtapositioned by a friendly-looking grey owl, who was probably a bit less than twice my own height. He was standing bot ten feet away from me; the forest around us remained unchanged. I knew that this owl was my friend; I enjoyed doing things with him and trusted him completely. He looked like the owl from the vision with grey feathers that got lighter around his face, but his eyes were normal-looking. There was no connection between him and the other owl I'd just seen; no premonition or a dangerous air to him; it was just strange and random dream behavior.

      He said something friendly to me, although I cannot remember what wit was. We exchanged words a few times in a conversation I don't recall at all, and then I looked to my immediate left.

      I was right next to a rectangular house (probably 50x20 feet) that had white siding, slightly stained in places with tree sap and other yucky things. The whole thing was raised five or six feet by a wooden lattice foundation; this foundation had black mesh behind it so I couldn't see behind it and under the house. The house also had a deck-like ramp made of pine wood going up the front of it, starting on the ground at the left and ending at the right. On the right, where the ramp ended about five feet above the ground (where the bottom of the house met the foundation), was a single white door with a square screen in the upper half. There was a small white-paned window a few inches to the left of the door, and it was divided into four equal sections by a thinner white windowpane; finally, it was screened with black mesh, just like the door. I couldnt see through it. I was in front of the house from where I was standing, the other owl a few feet down and slightly past the house. We both turned towards the house and started to walk up the ramp. During this, my height seamlessly changed to my normal human height of approximately 5.4", and the owl I just spoke with just vanished when I looked away from him and at the house. For the rest of the dream, he was nowhere to be found.

      As I got to the top of the ramp, which was actually much steeper than it appeared to be when I was just looking at the house, I saw Gale Boetticher from the (awesome) television series Breaking Bad standing right outside the door. He was wearing a casual, button-down yellow shirt that had pineapple-colored criss-crossing lines, making a regular pattern of small squares. He was also wearing olive khakis and brown sandals; the outfit as a whole looked very normal.

      Gale then looked at me and said, "excuse the mess." His voice was very similar to the actual character. He then smiled a bit as if to welcome me to his house, and pushed lightly on the white door. It swung open slowly and without making a noise, even though he pushed very lightly on it. I knew I was going to be discussing business plans with him, although what type of business I don't know; the dream gave no hints. The dream ended once the door fully opened, and before I went in.

      Updated 05-16-2023 at 02:26 AM by 28408

      Categories
      non-lucid
    7. Someone Stole my Trailer

      by , 05-13-2011 at 06:33 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      Yesterday iwl, someone talked to me about a 16' trailer I am trying to sell. It is locked to a chain link fence.
      The guy, Noe, looked the trailer over and picked up the lock. I wondered why he would do that. I suspected
      he only came up to see if it was locked up, and after talking to me, he realized it was. It was odd the way he
      picked it up for a second and let it fall as if to say, "This is a cheap lock" or "Oh, it is locked."

      Anyway, last night I dreamed that there were two fences, one for the back yard and one for the front, and
      there was about a 4 foot space between them. It was wasted space. Then, I knew I had to see if the trailer
      had been stolen, so I look back and sure enough it was gone. The funny thing was, it seemed as though a laser
      had sliced the fence in half. The line was going slightly downward and perfectly straight. It was intense for what
      little of a dream it was, just thinking about what would have cut the fence like that.

      BTW, in waking life, I still have my trailer and the guy never showed up today to buy it as planned. I'm going to
      come down on my price today. Aren't you glad to know that?
      Categories
      non-lucid , side notes
    8. Diesel+Snow=Rampage / Bieber Fever?

      by , 04-04-2011 at 05:59 AM (...from the dark corners of my mind...)
      DJ Log: April 3, 2011 – 5:15AM (USA Eastern)
      Text color legend: · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

      I scribbled this one down early this morning, but didn't notice it until I was getting into bed just a moment ago. Hopefully this is the end of my dry spell.

      I am driving into the parking lot of my old high school, as I was hired for some sort of a sound gig. It is snowing like crazy and there is well over a foot of snow on the ground. I'm towing my equipment trailer behind my straight-piped diesel battle tank. As I drive from the parking lot to the side door by the auditorium, my tires start spinning in the snow. Aggravated by this, I put my truck in 4x4, set my rev-lock at 2500 rpm, and let the spinning tires dig a pathway the rest of the way to the building. The engine is roaring strong and the turbo sounds like a jet engine preparing for takeoff. As I bog through the snow, diesel soot pours from my exhaust pipe and blackens the snow along my freshly carved ruts.

      There's a huge recall gap here, including unloading and connecting all of the equipment. Could just be a gap in recall or perhaps a dream exit and re-entry.

      Everyone is getting the auditorium ready for some kind of a show. There is a DJ Setting up his equipment on a table on the left side, and I am finishing the last connections to my mixer on the right side of the room. In the rear, there is a lady setting up a projector and a DVD player. She asks me for an audio cable to connect to the DVD player, which I don't have one that's long enough. I ask her for a long microphone cable so I can extend the DVD Audio cable. She brings me a messy, knotted cable which I untangle then cut the ends off. I spliced the microphone cable together with the DVD cable and connected it to my mixer.

      After a bit, the doors opened and quite a many people walked in and sat down in the chairs. The DJ started playing Cheap Trick – All I Really Want to Do. Immediately, the DJ was bombarded by people telling him to turn it off and play Justin Bieber. After a couple minutes of Bieber, I decided that I had had enough of this and I wanted to go sit in my truck and listen to some psy-trance instead. I walked toward the exit door and as soon as I opened the door, I woke up.

      Updated 05-30-2016 at 04:29 AM by 36447 (spelling)

      Categories
      non-lucid
    9. Communications Trailer

      by , 03-15-2011 at 04:29 PM (...from the dark corners of my mind...)
      DJ Log: March 15, 2011 – ~6:00AM (USA Eastern)
      Text color legend: • NON-DREAMNOTESDREAMLUCID

      A couple friends and I are checking out a mobile communications trailer that I just towed into the lane at a large farm. On one end of the trailer deck is a rack cabinet with some RF equipment including an old HP141T spectrum analyzer display unit with an 8555A RF section and 8552B IF section, and several other pieces of vintage equipment. On the other end is a large antenna of some sort which is mounted on a frame that can be raised and lowered by an actuator lever. I lower the antenna and then back the trailer into a barn so I can check it out closer. The test equipment is a bit weathered looking, but it all powers on and appears to function as the lights come on and the displays show information. I entered 350Hz and 440Hz into a 2-tone generator and the speaker emitted a dial tone.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    10. Small trailer

      by , 02-13-2011 at 11:00 PM
      Small trailer

      I was outside walking with Rex and Kevin and it was very dark outside. I had the feeling that it was very late. Kevin was about to come to the small house where Rex and I had been staying. We lived in a small, grounded trailer with a lot of other people. It was late at night and everybody inside was sleeping. We walked in and Kevin asked if he could drink some of our liquor and I said yes. He then said that he wouldn't be staying and would go back home afterward. I told him that I didn't like people coming just to drink our liquor and taking advantage of us. He then started to play an upbeat song on acoustic guitar. There were now many larger girls who were sitting on our beds, completely naked.
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      Uncategorized
    11. Shopping with mom and raging black bears

      by , 08-14-2010 at 05:15 PM (Visions in the Dark)
      Dream starts off at Lake Whittaker, the trailer park my parents frequent in the summer on the weekends. There is a forest behind their trailer and I am there with my mom having an argument about shopping or something. She said she was going to take me shopping for several weekends but when the time comes she makes some excuse and never follows through.

      We argue for a while and she finally agrees to take me shopping and we follow a path through the forest behind the trailer that leads to an outdoor store selling mainly office supplies, but also some dollar store odds and ends. I become upset because I am pacing the aisles looking for something specific and cannot find it. My mom is getting upset and wants to leave but I absolutely refuse to leave until I find what I am looking for, which turns out to be shoes and accessories for my Barbie doll (even though in the dream I think to myself "I'm almost 30 years old. What do I need Barbie doll shoes for?")

      After paying for the toys and returning to the trailer I become upset again because the shoes we bought were the wrong onee and I want to exchange them but my mom has had enough of shopping and tells me that I have to go exchange them myself. I walk back along the path to the outdoor store and find it deserted and many of the aisles are a mess like someone has been violently rummaging through the items and tossing them about.

      I decide that I am just going to leave the old package and take the new one when just then I hear things being scattered about in one of the far aisles. Upon investigation I find a large black bear knocking things off the shelves and scattering things about. It is growling and foaming at the mouth but thankfully doesn't see me because it's back it turned. I run towards the path in the forest but that catches the attention of the black bear which then starts chasing me.

      A dryer maching has appeared in the middle of the forest path and I jump inside of it and slam the door shut. It is sturdy and thick enough that the bear cannot get inside and it eventually loses interest and takes off into the forest. I slowly and quietly make my way along the forest path trying not to draw attention to myself lest I come across the bear again.

      The path back to my parent's trailer seems much longer than before and in the middle of it a wide, shallow river has appeared. There are minature houses built along the water's edge and a waterfall nearby. On the path across the river I see something dark lumber across and think it is the black bear waiting for me so I throw myself into the river out of fear and let myself go over the waterfall.

      The dream ends there.

      Updated 08-30-2010 at 02:07 PM by 6048

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      non-lucid
    12. 31/07/2010

      by , 08-02-2010 at 07:52 AM (scumpy's journey to lucidity...)
      I suspect going lucid a couple times but waking up straight away.

      1) I remember something to do with the TV show fringe....

      2) I've somehow bought a old trailer/house from an old lady, it needs serious repairs. A repair guy comes to inspect it and as he enters one of the old ladys plates falls off the wall, I notice that she has plates hanging on all the walls and that the top of the walls need repairs, the floor is also wonky. There are cinder blocks and a trampoline holding up the floor underneath the trailer. I remember telling someone that at least once it's fixed I'll have a trampoline . I remember looking around the garden there was a tree and a swingset.
    13. Reptilian Girl (Prescient)

      by , 02-09-1977 at 08:09 AM
      Morning of February 9, 1977. Wednesday.



      Dream Series: The Experience of Prescience, the Inexplicable Dream State Phenomenon. Part 4



      This dream’s main setting is an unusual variation of my Cubitis home. The shed is not present in the northern part of the backyard and one area near where the front of it would otherwise be is the side of a trailer that is oriented north to south, where two of my older brothers, Dennis and Jim, supposedly live (though they are living in Wisconsin at the time in reality, not Florida). The location of the main focus or dream’s climax is the exact same spot in the north side yard where my “mystery girl” revealed herself for the final time in this particular setting in a later dream (and also above where the body of Christ was literally buried in a childhood dream - eventually indicating I was the “son of the universe” in this cycle of existence), with the exact appearance (and unlikely accent) in every way, as my wife-to-be, Zsuzsanna, before we ever met in reality or even viably knew that we were real to each other.

      An unknown beautiful dark-haired green-eyed girl (with the usual mixed Hungarian and Australian accent) features in my dream, thoug again, she has the same appearance as my lifelong “mystery girl” (dream girl of otherworldly beauty). She carries a sword which sometimes has a blue sheen and she wears some sort of unusual bikini-like outfit composed of teal-colored reptilian scales. Where I have a large scar on my left wrist, she has only a small scar on her left wrist. (In reality, Zsuzsanna has a smaller scar like a section of mine on her left wrist in the exact same spot where it matches mine. We got them in the same way; by falling onto a broken glass mug shard.)

      At one point, I enter the trailer (its door otherwise in the same area the shed door would have been, though it is elevated). Jim and Dennis are not there, yet I have no doubt about the “reality” of this dream. I become impatient and angry at not finding my “mystery girl” after she is not present for a time, so angry that I tip over the shelves containing my brothers’ cassettes and records and such. I then make all the chairs fly about with telekinesis for a time as well as my literal “turning the tables” act, where I will a table to spin about and change its original orientation.

      However, my “mystery girl” appears again in the next-to-last segment of this dream. She tells me that it is not my time to be with her yet and says she must “return to the Source”. I am not sure what it is all about. She is to be my bride, so I become impatient and reach out to her. She tells me that I will meet her in seventeen years in Australia. She seems to shrink, become younger and younger, and over time, becomes a gecko and scurries off southward. (In real life, I met Zsuzsanna in Australia exactly seventeen years after this dream, on February 9, 1994.)

      I walk quickly south (covering more ground than would be possible in reality), thinking I might see her again, and, as is often the case, there is shallow water in many areas, but curiously, some swimming pools are mostly somehow empty while parts of the ground are lightly flooded (a variation of the very common water lowering waking symbolism, signifying the cessation of the dream state).


      Updated 03-31-2018 at 10:31 AM by 1390

      Categories
      lucid , memorable
    14. I Spent the Night in a Haunted House

      by , 11-02-1971 at 05:02 PM
      Night of November 2, 1971. Tuesday. (”Resets” into next day; November 3rd.)



      This is the first, most vivid version of this dream as far as I know. This was one of my childhood dreams that I really liked and looked back on more than others. It is a typical “everything turns out to be different than what was originally thought” haunted house transformation. Although this type may relate to it getting closer to sunrise (in reality) towards a dream’s ending (thus transforming eerie features with the promise of approaching dawn) creating resolvableness where semidarkness dominated the setting previously, it may also relate to the very heavy influence “Castle of Blood” had on me in my early years. There is a certain feeling that cannot be described, yet not like other dreams where in-dream features typically transform.

      In my dream, my best friend Toby T and I (in an implied but not directly experienced back story) are challenged to spend the night in a supposedly haunted house in a similar manner as directly inspired by the Barbara Steele movie “Castle of Blood” (1964; also known as “Danza Macabra” and “Castle of Terror” as first seen, but the movie has several other titles). (Not only that, this dream even occurred on the same date as the movie, November 2nd, “The Day of the Dead” or rather “Night of the Dead” as referenced by the movie.)

      Over time, my dream mostly involves “sleeping” in this setting (though I am still aware throughout; just moving in and out of different levels of awareness). There is supposedly the presence of a (possibly vampire) coffin near the foot of my bed as well as a vampire bat hanging on the curtain. The silhouette of the bat can be seen at different times throughout the night from the moonlight filtering through the curtain. Toby ends up leaving before dawn (believing the immediate setting to be potentially threatening), thus losing the bet. I seem to be aware of the semi-dark in-dream environment for a very long time (for a dream, especially) and there is a sense of comfort and timelessness at one point as if I already know the outcome.

      Eventually, I come to learn (as it gets closer to sunrise) that the concern about a coffin is unsubstantial, as it turns out to be a large (possibly empty) toy chest that someone left behind. The “bat” turns out to be a large harmless moth that remains on the curtain all night and is clearly seen as a moth at daybreak when the sun filters through the curtain. This seems to have been inspired by a real-life event but I cannot place the memory (perhaps a time when I was half-asleep when younger and actually thinking that a large moth was a bat - this would have likely been in the trailer in Fort Ogden).

      Finally, it turns out to not be a house at all, but a smaller trailer that reminds me of the one Toby lived in (or again, the one my family stayed in in Fort Ogden) - though I did not learn of this until later when I visited him - so a layer of minor precognition exists even in this dream, as it did have some of the same layout, including his bed and furniture arrangement in his rather small room (though dreams have a tendency to create all sorts of unlikely composites otherwise).

      There is a later version of this dream where the trailer itself turned out to be a “ghost” in one sense and did not exist after daybreak, which gives it a different feeling (and whereas the main version is not a “real” ghost story at all, the lesser version is).

      This was a very enjoyable DDR dream that seemed to last the entire night. The “vampire bat” is resolved to a moth. The “vampire’s coffin” is resolved to a toy chest. It is typical of how, as the sunrise approaches, the dream’s features morph into something “safer” or more logical.

      Updated 03-02-2016 at 12:47 PM by 1390

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      memorable
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