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April 11th, 2024

Fragment 1

On Myst island, doing something near the big tree. It involves turning on water in order to get the plan to work completely, and I try to remember how to turn on water. I think maybe you access the controls by pulling a lever in the clock, or maybe by flipping the marker switches.

Planets. In space. Space ship, maybe? Something about gravitation pulls, I think.

Fragment 2

A bunch of cheese. It’s of the consistency of a cheddar cheese ball, but seems to be a kind of moldy cheese.

Fragment 3

Something about dating.

Fragment 4

Something about Dr. Who.

Fragment 5

Playing Lurkers.io (?)

April 12th, 2024


Fragment 1

In an Everglades-type place. Someone says that they have seen a huge snake. Upon closer inspection, it turns out to be a giant earthworm. I look at it and say “lumbricus terrestris! It’s a giant earthworm”. There is some kind of discussion about it. Then it goes crawling along and goes underground.

Dream 1: Dieselpunk Stuff

Some people living in a post-apocalyptic sort of world. It might have something to do with the End Times. I think it starts out with me in jail. A guard, or someone, is hitting another prisoner with something. I intervene, and suggest that the guard hit me instead. I think I’m in better shape than the other prisoner. Then I think there is something about wondering why we don’t stand up to the guard (who also seems to be a military officer and we are in the military). It seems like he could get in trouble for this kind of behavior.

I might have a false awakening or something, or maybe I do wake up and then go back to sleep. Anyway, I find myself “coming home” very late at night, and someone is making a big deal about it. Some kind of family patriarch is bound to come along and get after me.

Then there are some military officers and/or elite-type people wanting to cross a street. Someone else is driving along in a car, and the elites are in the crosswalk. I think the driver is reluctant to stop for them, and there is a sort of standoff. It seems as though this sort of thing has been going on, and other types of rebellion perhaps, and as a result the elites are abandoning the area. Someone is showing a map with the areas that are now in their control. “They’re mostly wastelands,” he says.

Then there is something about a sort of canal nearby, with a diesel punk kind of vessel going down it. The vessel is made of what looks like 4 smaller boats, connected by some sort of platform. People are doing something on it – harvesting something from the canal, maybe? I discuss with someone else how neat it would be to work on the vessel, if for no other reason than to sit there and enjoy the ambience during my lunch break.

The vessel is going down the canal, seemingly pulled along by some belt/cables. There are small, narrow bridges crossing the canal. These are so low and close to the deck of the vessel that I barely even have to stand up to jump over them when we go under them. I just kind of raise myself up a little and the bridge slides between me and the deck. We get to the end of the cables, and I hop off. The cables are connected to some other machinery, and drive elevators I think. I go into a large building, sort of like an early 1900s city building. Then the vessel is about to depart to head back to where I came from, and I go to get on it again. There is something about someone being excited about it – they are either acting like a child or actually are a child.

Fragment 2

At a small community where my mother lives. There is a small lake here. We are discussing whether or not there would be deck hands on the lake. I think that if there are any commercial vessels on the lake, there are probably deck hands.

Fragment 3

Writing in my dream journal.

Nap in the afternoon from around 4:00 to around 8:00.

Fragment 4

Somewhere, talking with a friend online. There is a sort of large canyon, and a fort built on the edge. Someone there is called a “General” or “Major”, or something. He is a dwarf, or something...

Fragment 5

...Something about ground covered in frosting. There are worms in the frosting. They kind of look like gummy worms.

April 2nd, 2024


Dream 1: Granny and Gators

My grandmother and I are in a kayak, paddling along a sort of a creek/flooded road. There are alligators in the creek, and one of them swims to our kayak, and sort of crawls over it and/or swims under it in such a way as to push us off course a little bit. We keep paddling and try to correct course, and by now our paddle is actually another alligator. We reach the end of the narrow channel, and are in a wider flooded street-type area. It seems that I am checking out a potential job in this area, and think about what it might be like to paddle to work in alligator-infested water every day.



Dream 2: Driving

I need to drive somewhere. The road in front of my driveway is blocked with construction, but they have left open lanes where you can drive. I make my way out of the construction area, and find a place to park. When I get out of my vehicle, I find that the construction has been on the nearby presidential memorial. The workers have either moved the body of the president, or done something with his grave. I have parked awkwardly close to it, and I’m a bit worried at first that I might have parked on top of it...

...Going down some roads, and past a store. It is place I seem to remember (possibly visited it in a previous dream). Looking in the windows, I see a lot of candy. Apparently, this is how it used to be. This store is kind of under another building, near an intersection with another road where you make a right turn to go wherever I was going.


Dream 3 (?): Party Time

(Possibly an extension of the dream above, but I’m not sure). There is a party going on. I’m in a room with a couple of other people, and we apparently stay up all night goofing off. There seems to have been alcohol involved too, because I think I might be slightly intoxicated by the next morning. My mother and my brother (?) are in another room, and earlier in the morning I gather up some things and make my way out there wondering if I will appear obviously inebriated. I have been awake all night except for a few times that I went to sleep during the party, but my mother and brother have at least been able to get some sleep.

There is another party going on. This takes place in a large exhibition hall sort of place, in which there is a kind of expo going on. In the middle of the building is a row of parties, rated for different ages starting at PG, going onto PG-13, and possibly higher. There are some kids going to the PG party, and someone says something about how their parents told them they could go to this one but not one with a more “adult” rating. At the PG party, they have a long tub in the center in which people are pouring some kind of candy dust, like what’s in pixie straws or those candy dipping spoon things. Then someone comes along with a lot more candy, and fills a bowl next to this tub. Then my brother in law shows up, which causes some people to groan for some reason. He is carrying a bunch of things – toys, and maybe more candy.

The event is going to begin. I’m walking around with one of my colleagues, and it turns out that the graduate students were supposed to be assigned to specific locations around the room. I don’t remember having been assigned anything, and we have a discussion about some guy who was supposed to send me an email. I walk around the room about two more times looking to see if my name is at any of the stations, but eventually give up. I think I try to go find somewhere to sit.

Fragment

In waking life, a recent graduate left a note on a white board. In my dream, it was erased.

Fragment 1: Sinking Boat

Something about a small boat – maybe a toy boat – that breaks through some ice and sinks into some water. I think I try to retrieve it.

Fragment 2: Hillside and TV

Walking up and down a hill. Something about television. Lilly Munster is there, on TV maybe. Also “my mom”, who doesn’t look like my Mom.

Dream 1: Lab and Bathroom (Lucid)

In the lab. Dr. B— (I think) and I talk about my progress. He wants us to cover our faces with masks, or at least with some kind of material. I go to “my room”, or maybe my office, to try to find a t-shirt I can use. There is something about finding Easter eggs, and looking inside of them but putting them back for the kids or something. Then there is some glassware (beakers and test tubes, etc.) that I want to break. Getting back to the lab, I accidentally swallow what was in one of the test tubes. People are running tests, and I feel like I am falling behind.



I go into a bathroom. It is very large, and extends for quite a distance. I wonder if the other end is the women’s section. This reminds me of a recurring dream. I try counting my fingers, and have trouble. I try again a time or two, and maybe do a nose pinch RC, eventually realizing that this must be a dream. I levitate up into a corner next to a window, and then come back down. My lucidity is either a little low here, or I lose it and start dreaming that I’m lucid without really being lucid. Anyway, it seems to me that I still think I need to get back to the lab. But I want to try flying back. There is something about not wanting to try it and failing while some people are watching...

Somewhere there was something else about a small bathroom, and wanting to use it while making the people around (some sort of office suite or something) think that I’m one of them. It is very small, and the door doesn’t close all the way.

6.5.2023

My Mother came to visit today. I slept late, and she woke me up. As a result, I didn’t put a lot of effort into dream journaling this morning. I don’t know how these things fit together, but I feel like this first part might have been all one dream:

Missing Out... Sinking Boat... Where’s my Hat? Where’s my Coat?

...I had been taking a nap, but when I woke up I found that a bunch of people had gathered together for something. I walk over and it seems that they are having a theological discussion, but I’m not sure. Then I go back to my room, but realize I might be missing something fun. I go back, but people are leaving now. There had been a lot of kids in this room, watching a movie. Next to the room was what seemed to be a large rock overhand, with a large fire burning beneath it. I hear from someone that Kira Nerys (from Star Trek DS9) and Seven of Nine (from Voyager) had been there. I think to myself that I will never sleep during the day again, for fear of missing something great like this...

...Someone getting off an airplane talking about how they were on the same flight as Taylor Swift...

...Some guy comes along (I’m in the front yard of what might be my grandparents’ old house, or a house I used to live in, or a mashup of the two). This guy is looking for a drink, and find a garden hose. He asks if he can drink out of it, but I’m hesitant because the water comes from the well and I don’t know if the well is contaminated. He drinks from it anyway. It seems to be night now, or at least getting dark. The man goes inside, and decides to take a shower in our basement shower. I find him the shower curtain. He also has trouble finding how to turn on the hot water, and I help him with that...

...Someone has taken my hat, and maybe my coat too, and has not returned it. I go looking for it. I go into my cousin’s room in a hotel/conference center that we seem to be staying at. We are all packing up to leave, but I don’t want to leave without my hat...At some point I think I’m crawling over a second floor railing and maybe dangling down to a counter (like a hotel check-in counter below)...At another point I go into someone’s apartment in their house (also one of my Professors’ houses, I think this guy is his son). We just barge on in. There is a bed to the left, and a fireplace to the right. Also a set of drawers, I think. It might be a nice place, but the house is a little run down...

...Now at a family vacation spot by the lake. There is a boat that is supposed to be coming in, and someone is supposed to meet them at the shore. There is a place called “dock street”, or something, where the boat is coming in. The boat comes in, and there is something on it that we want to chase away by stirring up a swarm of insects that are on the front of the boat. Somehow, the boat escapes and slips out into the water. Then it goes underwater. There were people on the boat too, and I fear that they have drowned. I go through this thing where I feel responsible for killing people, and then realizing it was probably just a dream (without becoming lucid) and then forgetting it was a dream and feeling bad again...

...I go into a store, and want to buy a present (for my Grandfather?). There are some kind of green balls being sold. I think I had bought some, but I lost them. I decide to buy a few more, and they want to charge me something like $50 for 5 of them. I ask if they will take $40. They make a sound as though agreeing, but they aren’t really. At first I’m a bit worried that they will give me less for less money...

...A hotel room. Something had happened and they are just now cleaning up. The hotel room is reopened, but just has a TV sitting on the floor and looks like they just restored the minimum of furnishing...

Fragment:

(1) Someone has a package of frozen waffles with a lot of ice on them. I think I start knocking off the ice.

12.10.2022

Fragments from earlier in the night:

(1) Laying on a bed in one room. But when the sun starts to come up it is too bright in there to sleep, so I move to another room. Sitting on the bed in this room, I can see through the blinds and out the window. I think about how I could see from laying down if I were to put my pillow at the other end of the bed, but then I think it might be OK to take a break from [the war?] and lay down at the end I feel more comfortable with. As I sit looking out the window, there is a message from [the enemy?]? Something involving explosives that look like fireworks or shooting stars in the sky.

(2) Tunnels? Or corridors of some kind? Some creature that attacks people (or their characters – this might be a bit video game-ish) and pulls them into another tunnel. If this happens you can break free by going to another area. There are tentacles reaching out from one place that can catch you if you get too close. Dr. Who might be around somewhere...Going down a hallway and into a room. There is an ointment you can apply and clean yourself with if you have been involved in some sort of sin (idolatry?). There is a guy in the room next to me using it, and I try to see if I can get some of it myself...video game thing, using a bottle of perfume to win over a female character.

Woke up around 7:45, went back to sleep around 9:30.

Journaling with my eyes closed (lucid)

I start typing in my dream journal, but my eyes are still closed. I type a line or two, having trouble (naturally). I can see what I’m typing even though my eyes are closed. Then I think that I might just be dreaming this. I do a nose pinch and can still breathe. I’m dreaming!! It is a bit unstable feeling, and I’m not sure at first if it is an actual dream or just HI/visualization. I reach for the light, which feels kind of solid. I stand up. My eyesight is pretty blurry, but at least I’m lucid. I worry that I might be too excited and lose the dream, so I try to stay calm. “This is a dream, stabilize”, I say once or twice. Thinking about the competition, I want to really be sure that this is an actual dream, so I get up and stagger across the room. The dream starts to fade, and I hold onto some imagery for a little bit before losing things.

I tried to hold onto the dream, or else have a DEILD, which might have lead into the following non-lucid:

Lying in bed. I can see a girl. Maybe a couple of girls. They ask me how I’m doing. “Pretty good!” I say triumphantly, “I just had a lucid dream! It wasn’t very long, but it was lucid. Now I’m feeling pretty good!” [Or close to that. I’m working on trying to remember the exact wording when there is talking in my dreams]. I really do feel pretty good. I am still feeling the ‘lucid euphoria’ that I seem to experience sometimes. I remark on how it seems like I’m looking at this girl through a tunnel in my blankets, or something.

Little House on the Prairie, but on a boat

A family, including at least one or two girls, are traveling south by boat. It is the Ingalls family, from Little House on the Prairie. But it’s kind of like we are watching this on TV. Also, the plot is a bit difficult to follow. They go south, but then go back north for some reason before going south again. When they go back north, two girls are playing in the river and come across a doll. This doll, apparently, had been tossed into the river earlier on by one of them (or maybe even someone else) earlier on in their journey. They are delighted to find that it has come with them this far. They pull it out from where it has come to rest and toss it back into the current of the river. Meanwhile, I and someone else are trying to figure out why the family is back in this location.

I decide, since these are characters, I should ask them (here I seem to be associating them with dream characters, but without being lucid). They explain that they came back north for something. They also talk about how their brother had moved south. They originally lived in Illinois, and he moved down around Louisiana or Missouri, or some place in the deep south. They are moving down to be closer to him. I think that this is interesting, because a similar situation has occurred in my family – which is particularly interesting because now this Little House on the Prairie family are actually my ancestors. History seems to be repeating in our current generation. I explain the situation to this family, explaining that we originally lived in the Midwest, and my brother moved farther away. We didn’t want to leave, but in order to be near the family and the grandkids, it seemed like moving was the thing to do.

Fragments that might have all been one dream

Lying on a bed. Something about spooky things at night. It’s night. I want to go downstairs. There is something about how it would actually be less spooky to go down while it’s still night, for some reason. I start downstairs, but eventually decide to give it up and go back to bed. I come across my mother in another room. We talk a little bit, I think...

...Something about ghosts. People dying, but coming back to this room? Which I think makes sense in a humorous kind of way considering where those people are from. A woman lies down in the bed I was lying in. “Remind me not to lay on that side of the bed again,” I say. Then a girl comes along and lays on the other side of the bed. “Remind me not to use the sheets,” I say. Someone points out that the ghost women don’t use the sheets. I think that’s smart, since other ghosts have used them...

...Talking with my mother. Something about this same room and bed. There is a row of benches (like church pews) off to the right. When one looks at them with the light shining at the right angle, there are spots of light reflecting off each of them that look like eyes. It’s a creepy effect, and reminds me of something from the Backrooms...

...In a room (the same room as above?) Mickey Mouse is outside of the door dancing with a girl. I wonder if the girl is Annette Funicello...

...Watching a TV show about some people from my college going to Europe to do some work. Playing with toy cars...

Christmas bits

It’s Christmas. My brother and his wife are at the house. But I only bought one gift for the two of them, and I think maybe one for my mother. My brother’s kids aren’t there though, and I wonder if we will be giving them presents today. If so, I’ll need to go and buy some. There is some discussion about our plan, but in the end it seems that we will not be going to see the kids until the next day. Still, I go to my room and look around for something I can give to my sister-in-law as a gift.

...My brother gives me a gift. Glass with frosting and a joke/meme. Some things about Sherlock Holmes gifts, including an alarm clock where you have to solve a mystery for it to stop (might have been part of the above dream)...

Cuban Conspiracy

At my old job, there had been an experience where we went to Cuba (in the dream, I mean. This didn’t happen in waking life). While we were there, we got involved in some crime. We then lied to our boss/captain (by now it seems to be related to Star Trek). Some time later, this is found out. There is a scene in which someone is sitting at a desk going over some papers, and things don’t line up quite right. A few other people are around, and I’m saying something to the boss like “we’ll talk about that later. Really. We need to talk about this.” Apparently, this is something really serious. If for no other reason than that we lied about what we did. There is a scene in which Riker (from Star Trek) is lying to cover up what really happened by making up a story about himself committing some other serious crime.

I reflect on what has happened and feel kind of guilty. Also I’m kind of scared about being found out. But I kind of justify things to myself by thinking that I was pretty new at the time and was just going along with what the more experienced employees were doing [we were smuggling something, it appears]. I try to think of what I might say if I were questioned about it, but I realize that I don’t quite remember the details of what happened. I try to defend myself by thinking about how, in some countries, there is so much corruption that people have to pay bribes to get things done. Maybe that’s what it was like here. How would I know otherwise? Maybe the system was corrupt. What if, for example, someone had been wanting to build something, but because of the broken system he wasn’t able to get nails? He might be waiting around unable to build until we showed up with smuggled nails.

Fragments:

(3)...My nephew looking for my violin. It’s in a room, but my mother seems to think I should hide it so that he doesn’t break it..

(4)...Something about drinking alcohol through long skinny tubes. My friends want to go out drinking. There is some kind of festival going on, it seems. Some people in fancy costumes dancing behind a bar. My friends want to pray before leaving...

(5)...Something about my artist friend wanting to become more commercial. Mass producing things, but weird things like surgically altering people as a kind of extreme tattoo. I talk about how this is the sort of thing we might see on the Discovery channel someday – “The world’s most extreme tattoos”...