Lucidity= 0 Recall = 1/10
First dream ~ Traveling. I recall a sequence of events. I remember non but [Staying in a Inn] - [Weird things happened] There was definetely a changing of places and could have been a 1 hour dream IIRC
Overall good feeling except the weirdness was actually weird. I just want to travel so the dream is inspired by it and i'm glad to have some progres in that
Second dream ~ Asked a guard for aspirine. Walked back and forth remembered I shoulden't have to ask him. There where people with him who thought I was weird but he seeemed to understand my wish for aspirine and askin him specifically.
Made sure not to forget this dream. Gone over it a few times.
Dream I enjoy and interesting style that I feel is unordinary to my normal waking
Find myself in mall areas. Urban. Hang out/am Turkish. there was some happening like a theft or a prize. Idk
Something to do with work. Perhaps the one I hung out was an illegal immigrant trying to make his way.
I end up taking a foreigner in my home. He slept in my bedroom. We talked. Did some chilling possibly shared a laugh.
In the morning I end up talking and stuttering to him. He nods and I am glad to get my words out regardless. My mother talks to him (in this dream I feel I am my mother, feel her feelings and my own at the same time I think) So in this perspective I feel strange for from my own perspective I can't understand why my mother has such an easy time connecting to this guy. Then a complete stranger. American-looking caucasian. The dream is eitther bi-langual or I can not understand which language was spoken. He used the word sex. He was obviously trying to make jokes for 'The camera". Which was the 3rd person point of view here. Which is me.. which is also not me. Trying to make a killing hooker joke. Which did not land very well in the foreigner's point of view and he actually facepalmed at this point. The guy who made the joke ended up saying: Everytime I try to talk I end up not being able to talk.
The thinig is he does what I do... He swallowed his words before he said them and they did not come out right. he didnt say it with full 100% confidence behin his words. If you read this I congratulate u
Feel like i'm missing a lot of memory. I have started to write them since today and that helps.
The good thing is I have been having rapidly increasing dream recall and a hint of lucidity for the past 4 days in a row! This might be a record. Cut a destructive pattern in my life. Well not cut it myself due to circumstance.
Last night I felt a little depressed for half of the day. I thoguht this might screw up my record but in fact the increase remained. So im very positive about it.
Another one of these creepy ones. let's start with the sweet one. My friend who I talk to on facebook sometimes said she wantd to smoke weed with me. I saw the letters there on the computer screen but the energetic exchange reveleaed an emotion that said. Hush. This is what it is. Do not make more of it. I feel this is true.
A little girl ( note: I happen to dream about little girls shortly after talking or dreaming of her) walks into a house. She is lured by some guy. I am detectiving the situation and follow inside. Inside I see blood on all the walls. Tortured children bodies. All sorts of messed up things. Torture equipment. Hung up. Entire closests full of bodies. Somehow I realized the litle girl we where following has undergone the same faith.
Loads of dreams. Did not write them.
Dreamed of having my throat slith. blood gshing out. thought of a friend who went to hookers. Thought I might have them nurse my gushing neck. And get laid while am at it.
Should really document this faster
Start of the night. Wake up from dreams again. Here's my exact thoughts:
I should write this down. I am going to forget. I maybe (probably not as we know now) remember it if I try. This dream is boring. I will not waste my time writing this down even though I might forget it.
Note: Obviously my first inclination in the deepest of deepest of heart I knew I would simply forget it.
"Blonde chick FB" Dnno really
Morrocain Telephone FB .. Chatting to him on FB. See him walking. Put down phone to talk to him. I stutter my words . He gets angry. Next thing you know 20 morrocain kids are getting angry and swarming me. I'm like yo , fuk these kids. I tell them to get the fuck out and walk through them. Shortly after the bigger Morrocain kid. Proably the one I initiatelly talked to tells the kids to chill. People did see this from across I could hear them getting excited from the carnage.
Probably inspired by a jackass scene. I felt inspiration... coming from a scene.
On my belly skating in the streets next to bikers. Going WEEEEEEEE
I get some comments. I make a big jump at some point. Someone laughs at me.
I end up crossing a dangerous road and into a meeting.
Manly P hall is giving a lecture.
At this point it occured to me that humanity is not stupid. Since the birth of christianity humanity has seeked to merge with the divine realms.
Marloes and blondie are talking. I cut in twice in one morning. I talk about going o the supermarket. She did say she heard something about it 2 days ago.
Important notes: Last dream was basic and obviously dream-generated. It's so obvious that a desire and something more is me creating the entire facade. It's embaressing that I am still non-lucid about it.
Another thing, this supermarket perhaps by association or from some deeper level came into my thoughts and I wrote something about it this morning. Some practical change is occuring because of it in real world situation
A guy talks about experience and complains . Which are eerily similar to my complains in the near past. The new me speaks to him in a condescending way, and for good reason. As if a future self got in conversation with a past self