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Hypnagogic imagery and phrases fascinate me. They are even less structured and substantial than dreams. Even when paying close attention, I find almost impossible to preserve them in memory unless I rouse myself to write them down immediately on my notepad. One recent example resembled a conversation between Fry and Leela from the cartoon Futurama (this was WLR as I had seen an episode earlier that day on TV).

Fry, in response to something Leela has just said: "I'll get some more jellybeans, then." He sinks out of sight, as though vanishing into the ground. A moment later he reappears in a space that resembles a dark cavern, and cries out: "You! The stomach god!"

So i'm at the university, talking to some classmates next to a table, and they want me to do a speech for the dean.
After i talk to her about what the students are going through she decides to leave in a hurry. Then i get pissed and start ranting for a while about stupid people.
After that i go somewhere like a store of sorts, and i find myself looking at those 500 pieces puzzles. I notice they are all pictures of the same house in different angles, and they were priced $119,087

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #249: Long Shot

I’m hanging out with Dreamer in a sparsely-decorated apartment. She’s wearing a dark jumper with the hood pulled up over her head. We’re joking around and coming up with silly games and dares. Dreamer comes up with a really really crazy one that gets us laughing. Warning: It is pretty gross!

Spoiler for Very gross dare -- not for the squeamish!:

I’m talking to Dreamer about how I’ve got some kind of pimple on the right side of my nose. (True IWL! ) Dreamer says hey, she’s got one too and that we should have a contest where each of us pops our pimple and sees who can shoot their pimple juice the farthest.

We laugh and laugh about this and finally decide to do it. We worry about what happens if the other person’s aim is bad and we accidentally pimple-juice each other. To help with this, I find a huge sheet of plexiglass for each of us to hide behind while the other person goes. As I’m setting the plexiglass up, the idea of the dare is so unbelievably disgusting that...

... I become lucid. I feel sleepy and out if it, and I tell Dreamer that I’m really happy to have become lucid so soon after going to sleep, but that I feel really groggy. We both stand up and Dreamer is super tall, easily 7 feet. We talk for a bit, my brain moving slowly during the conversation. Her accent is entirely American during the conversation, which strikes me as one of those strange details that I figure will work itself out.

I finally remember my intent to do the “play a musical instrument that doesn’t exist in waking life” task and ask Dreamer if she has an instrument for me. She says, “Well, I have this violin!” She produces a violin from out of nowhere and somehow plays a few notes with no bow. Now she plucks 3 notes pizzicato.

I tell her that this is cool but that we need to have an instrument that doesn’t exist in waking life. I know that I should be able to flow into the task from here but I feel really slow-witted. I get a little confused what to do next, and Dreamer walks up to me (still enormously tall) and wraps me in a hug. Since I don’t know what to do anyway, I just stay still for a moment and enjoy this. After a bit, I get the sensation of falling asleep, and …

… I emerge in a false awakening in the same room. Dreamer isn’t here, but I have a vision of her sitting on the edge of a table with a model train set on it. In this mental image she’s wearing the same trackies and dark jumper from the previous part of the dream, but now she seems to be her normal height. I wander around the apartment, eventually finding the table, but Dreamer isn’t there. The dream ends fairly quickly after that.

I was sitting with a group of men having a discussion. One of the men looked like an old acquaintance of mine who had recently passed away. The only difference was he had a full head of red hair, whereas before he was bald, he was medium build (instead of overweight), and now he was young. Despite all this, I still recognized him. I realized instantly I was dreaming. How else could I be meeting with him? I was Lucid.

FYI: We really did not get along well during our experiences together in life, but I believed he was a good man, and he was liked by many people. He had a large funeral, but I did not attend, because like I said earlier, we really didn’t get along.

While lucid, I went right up to him, and asked if it was him? He said, “Yes”, and then I told him I was sorry he had passed. I went to give him a ‘man hug’, but he raised his arms up, blocking mine. He was very strong, and his arms wouldn’t budge. He put his face to the side, looking away from me, and said, “I’m still upset.” I didn’t know what to do next, and the situation was a little awkward. The dream was fading fast, and I woke up.

The dreams happened the morning of 10-17-14

Dream 1
I was at a lake boating with my family. I was on my uncle's boat and my aunt brought another boat and they tide a rope between the two boats. People went tight rope walking across. Then my uncle took me tubing and he was going really fast. All the sudden, I went flying into the air, the tube went with me. I somehow wasn't scared and when I landed it didn't hurt or jolt me like I thought it would. The tube stopped next to land and I was next to a girl who's sister I was dating (in the dream). I was cheating with her on her sister and she said, "I can't believe you uncle fell for that trick." I realized then that I had unhooked the tube as my uncle was in a turn so I'd go flying.

Dream 2
I am in the army and B, K, and L are there with me. We are going into battle and I am scared. I am about to go but B, K, and L go before me so I'm the last to go. I feel like a wimp because two girls went before me. When I got to the battlefield, it was already cleared out because the groups before us, who were upperclassmen, already took care of them. I was glad I was younger. I then figure out it was actually a practice course. There is a lake and a cabin on the other side and everyone is wading into the lake. Then we are all camping in the mountains and I find a bomb in my bag. I am very observant and I notice every little detail and others notice that about me so they want me to get the bomb turned off. I end up figuring out the bomb is just a fake to scare people.

Dream 3
I am in English class and I'm not paying attention. I never have a clue what is going on and I'm not doing the class work we are supposed to be doing. M is next to me and I call a guy buttery or something as a joke. Everyone laughs and says that's really gay. I am worried because I have no clue what we are supposed to be doing in the class.

Dream 4
I go into my mom's room and I say I'm going ot bed. I ask what time it is and I look at the clock. The time is in fractions so I just ask my mom. My mom said just to add them together and said the clock wasn't really working. I didn't want to, I just wanted to know the time so I looked at other clocks. A bunch of clocks said different times so I went to my room and looked on my Ipod. It said it was 5:00. I knew it had to be later than that and then I looked and it was a time for a different country. I finally thought this was weird and I did a nose-plug RC. I wasn't that surprised that I was dreaming. I went outside (it was now daytime) and my brother came and started throwing cardboard knives with tape on them at me. (in my last lucid DC's started attacking me too) I thought they were dangerous. I ran down my street. told myself my Dream Guide would be in a certain house because those people had moved and he ended up buying it. (IWL the people are moving) I ring the doorbell and step inside. There is a small Chinese guy and his wife is sitting on a stool to the right. His wife says something. I ask if he's my Dream Guide and he says yes. I don't know whether to ask him to teach me to fly or how to get LD's and I shake his hand. I want to ask him how to fly, but he takes me to his kitchen. I look back and my brother is outside the door, looking mad. D and P are sitting on some chairs in a circle. My brother is invited inside too and stares at me but doesn't attack. We are having a meeting, and my "Dream Guide" (not sure if he actually is because I lost lucidity because of him) says to do something, (speak maybe? I'm not sure) you have to make him laugh. I was mad because I just wanted to be taught how to fly. (I think I lost lucidity) The others were telling hilarious stories and I was worried because I suddenly couldn't think of anything funny.

10/18/14
I couldn't recall any dreams because I was woken up super early and even if I had remembered some dreams, it wouldn't of mattered because I wouldn't of had any time to write them down.

Non-Dream Dream

Dream 1: I am running to my final exam up a hill through huge doors into the physics department. Then I run down some hills jumping like crazing yelling info about the exam to people behind me (cheating). I'm not doing well but I don't seem to care. So much more buy I dont remember - I think my dad was there too.

Dream 2: I am in an airplane.

Dream 3: I am driving to work for the big layoff meeting.

Dream 4: My bowling alley has an incredible daycare facility.

Non Lucid-Blue
Lucid-Green
Semi Lucid-Purple

I was in a school with a group of kids and an experiment was being done. I don't recall what it was but something went wrong and we were told to wait outside the class. Outside we saw more kids coming in and they were popular and kind of cool looking. I wanted to walk up to one of the guys caused I thougt his spiky hair was cool but some dream characters who were my friends kept telling me not to. But I couldn't hold it in so I tried walking up to him but I think I made him fall off balance and his friends moved him away from me. Than the scene changed and it was now a classroom. I sat down and the teacher who acted like a coach walked in. He gave us all a big pink purplelish gum candy that we were supposed to try. I tried a little but than water started to leak from the roof so I got up. Upset that I got up, the teacher yelled at me. I shouted back at him that it wasn't my fault because I felt water falling on me. He kept shouting though and told me to sit down. Thats when I told him how am I supposed to sit down when I don't have a seat and the class responded with "Ohhhhhhh!'. I didn't know if it was a good comeback but I still felt pretty good about it. Sadly the teacher was bigger than me and pushed me out of the room, and flew me above a wall on the roof. I had a feeling by the way he was moving he was going to try to rape me so I flew away and tried flying out a window. He came after me and pulled me back though. Somehow I got away and was running down the stairs for someone to save me in Japanese just for fun. But out of no where I ran into a few girls who said a evil guy was going to kill a close friend with a robot weapon. The close friend was sealed inside a red book bag and the evil guy cut him up a bit saying he was going to make scars on him. I ran to the bookbag, grabbed the bookbag and ran out of the room into the halls panicking. My close friend was now a bleeding mess inside a book bag and somehow I had to put him back together. Two girls grabbed me after that and took me to a room where we could fix my friend. But when we got there there was a huge screen of a girl kissing another girl. Than the girl that took me there started wishing lots of times for her crush to kiss her.I knew it was a dream completely than and was walking away but everything about the dream changed. I was staring at a wall with two African american ladies and one told me not to think so much about things or I'll stress myself out. Than I woke up.

I had a dream about me and my family getting together at my grandmother's house. It's something that we do quite often so it seemed completely normal, well at some point there was a knock at the door. This is not normal because my grandparents live on a ranch and don't get many visitors. Well i went to open the door and there was an elderly looking lady who was wearing a red hood. She very politely asked to come in and stated that she was passing through and needed to find her way to the nearest town. I told her to wait and went to get my dad who had lived in this area the longest, I told him what was happening and he walked to the door. He then called back to me and said no one was there. I went to go look and all the doors in the house leading outside shut. we couldn't open any of them. They weren't locked just impossible to open. The lady then walked out of my grandparents bedroom and said that she let herself in, because we were taking to long. She pulled her hood off and revealed that she had solid red hair and black eyes. I don't know why but I instantly recognized her as a witch. she then said that none of us were ever going to leave. In the dream my family and I could rome the house freely and weren't constantly watched by the witch but we still couldn't leave. My sister after a while found a way outside, and told us we could all leave. We decided that if we all left together the witch (who called herself Scarlet) would surely know and that if we slowly left she would still notice that there were less and less people. So I came up with the idea that I would stay back and distract her while they all left, and while she was busy looking for them I would sneak out as well. It worked for the most part. My family got out and were all free. But as soon as they all got out Scarlet knew what happened and was furious. She then started torturing me for what seemed like forever. But the torture soon ended and she was going to kill me. I remember feeling releaved that I was going to die because that meant no more torture. But when she killed me I didn't wake up. I kept dreaming. I knew I was dead but was watching the rest of the dream from in the house. I knew where my family was and that she was going after them. But I still couldn't leave the house. I was stuck there watching her hunt down my family. I eventually woke up, but am still freaked out about this dream. Mainly because I've died in dreams before and always immediately woke up when I died. But this dream kept going even after death. It's also the only dream that I can remember having a witch in it. If anyone can give me insight to why I kept dreaming after my death in the dream I would greatly appreciate it.

After a long dry spell finally I had lucid dream and I remembered the task. Last month I tried the fortune cookie but could not succeed. I watched a movie and was walking down the stairs and looking down I found I did not have shoes. I then realized that I am dreaming..

I went back into the movie theater and was forced to sit down by a female DC and watch the movie. I was seeing two version for the movie side by side in two different languages. I remembered the basic task and tried to conjure up a pumpkin on the empty seat beside me. No luck, tried one more time and still no luck. So I decided to leave the movie theater and try to find a pumpkin. I ended at a railway station and then I said I will find a pumpkin near the huge column. I found the pumpkin, now I need to find something to cut if open. I saw a food can and was able to remove the lid. Using the thin metallic lid, cut the pumpkin open. But nothing inside, just the pulp inside. Disappointed. Then I found another pumpkin, it was very small one. Wanted to open it, but lost lucidity.

Resin casts
I'm with a couple of friends playing with some kind of sticky sap I'm calling a resin. I'm tell them that it gets incredibly hard once it solidifies, and that it could be used to make an amazing cast. We're in a time period from before plaster casts were invented, so I have to explain what it would be like, wrapping a sheet of resin (still soft) around my elbow and talking about how once it gets hard it would hold the elbow totally still so that a broken bone there would heal better.


At a gun "party"
I'm at a the house of a gun dealer, attending one of his "gun parties" where he (legally) sells guns at a very fair price. I've been to a couple of his other little "parties," but I haven't bought anything yet, though I really want to. I'm strongly leaning towards a shotgun for home defense, though I'm also tempted to get something small that I can carry concealed. I briefly think about ammo types, whether bird shot is enough for home defense - I've never fired a shotgun before, though I've heard they work well. I know they're also incredibly loud, and I wonder whether I'd need to use ear protectors. I'd hate to go deaf from firing it, but if there were someone in my house I'd also need to hear them. As I'm thinking about all of this, I run into the dealer and we chat for a couple of minutes. He asks me if I'm still "upside-down" on what I've gotten from him, and I remind him that since the only money I've given him was for the entry fee, I'm completely upside-down and will be until I actually purchase a gun from him. We're in a room with Subway sandwiches laid out, and I ask him how much a sandwich costs. He tells me they're free for the taking since he couldn't in good conscience charge for something that poorly made. I thank him and grab one, then look around for condiments. I see both packets and bottles of mustard and ketchup. I grab some mustard and squirt it over my lettuce, then start to eat. I don't add ketchup since that just sounds weird on this kind of sandwich - except there's ketchup dripping out of it. I must have added it when I wasn't paying attention. Oh well. As I'm eating, I realize the bottom bun is almost completely gone while the top bun is barely touched. Normally I do a better job holding things together and keeping the top and bottom buns even. I flip it over so the larger top bun is now on the bottom and try to pay more attention to where I take my bites from.

Now I'm upstairs in the house, where the customers usually are. His property is such that one can enter on either level, but I'm not sure why I started downstairs this time. Now my wife is with me, and she asks me questions as we walk around. Now we're in another room looking at some strange bird crafts laid out around a round coffee table. They're really unattractive and have zippers in strange places. Someone picks one up and shows me, indicating that the zippers are there to imitate bodily functions. The person asks if my children would be interested in trying to make one, and I decline on their behalf.

Now I've left the man's house and am driving home. I'm currently driving through the old section of a city with narrow, strange roads. I end up having to make a left by turning right down a 270 degree cloverleaf-style "ramp", going under a tunnel under the road I was just on, then coming back to street level. I consider how strange that was and wonder why they couldn't have just left everything at a normal level and had me make a normal left-hand turn. Someone is with me in the car and says that city traffic is always terrible and every little thing they can do to improve it helps.


Fragment: Something about walking through a park?

So I had a pretty severe ankle sprain yesterday, which pissed me off because I'm not going to be able to train Parkour/Freerunning/Tricking for a few weeks... but then I remembered that my training space wasn't limited to the waking world
And so last night...

Lucidity: 8/10
Control: 6/10 - didn't really use dream control, other than controlling my own dream body.
Vivacity: 8/10

I'm in my mom's car on the left rear seat; we're on a road with a forest on the right and some bushes on the left. I reality check for a reason that I can't remember: four fingers!! I tell my mom that I'm dreaming as I reach for the door handle, and my mom reminds me that I have important goals in mind (I asked my Subconscious to not let me drift out of high lucidity and do unproductive stuff - I find it easier to view my subconscious as a person, it makes it easier to ask for stuff ).
I open the door and jump out of the car, and I start flying close to the ground. From my point of view it looks a lot like I imagine long boarding at high speed.



My mom catches up to me in with the car.
"You could train parkour!" she shouts.
So we're finally working together, uh?...Thanks, Subconscious.
I stop and step back onto the ground. I'm feeling a presence next to me. I can't really see him, but from a 3rd person view, I realize that there is some kind of half ghost, half human dude flying at my left. I immediately "know" that he is the dream personification of my Subconscious.
"So, what do you want to do?" He asks.
"I need to train here (in the dreamworld) so I don't loose all of my skills. What about corks?" (it's a kicking and twisting flip).
I throw and land a few corks but I'm not rotating enough, it doesn't look good.
"You could try to kick more towards your opposite shoulder," my Subconscious suggests.
I take his advice, and almost magically, I land my corks much better; I am actually feeling like this would work very well in real life.
Because I feel like I've learned something, I decide to move onto something else. As I walk under a bridge, I remember that some people on the forum believe that you can heal yourself from a dream.
Meh, why not try? It's not like I'd loose anything.
So I sit down and grab my injured leg; I concentrate on it and I try to send energy into it.
"I'll see if it worked when I wake up," I tell my Subconscious.
I wake up.

My foot is feeling a little bit better, but I assume it's just natural recovery - I'll keep trying to heal it in my dreams though, you never know
I'm obviousy not able to test if my subconscious' advice about corks works in real life, so I'll have to wait until recovery. Until then though, I'll keep training in my dreams

I'm someone playing cards with three other guys, and one of them mentions the (some surname beginning with T) manuscript. It's this anonymous collection of old medical notes. A few copies have been made of it, but it was never published, so it's very rare. I tell them a bit about that manuscript - I love having the chance to do so, I enjoy sharing stories from the past a great deal.

During the war, it was an open secret that T. was seeing a certain woman. He always used a nickname when he mentioned her to others, but everyone knew. (As I'm saying this, I'm seeing an image of myself playing cards with T. in the past, much like the scene with these men now, both of us in uniform; and then an image of that woman walking down a street.) And she'd often go to his room to make use of his typewriter. (I'm seeing a typewriter that doesn't actually make sense for this time period.) For whatever reason, when he left to return to England those notes she'd been working on were mixed in with his typewriter and his other things. He didn't make it back to England of course, and when his things were eventually recovered, that anonymous manuscript was naturally associated with him. But the identity of the author of the T. manuscript is Florence Nightingale.

This doesn't get the reaction from the other card players that I'd been hoping for - I get some odd looks but mostly they just seem bored. They change the subject, talking about pharmaceuticals. I'm disappointed - I'm reasonably certain Florence is still a household name, recent enough and well-known enough that I'd thought they would find this interesting, even though they were all born well after her death. It's always an isolating feeling when this happens - no one much cares about old dramas. But at least they only see it as the eccentricity of a history buff, and I don't have to worry about them seeing me as a threat.

#371 - DILD - 2:31AM (October 18)

I had to make a quick trip to east Texas with my wife and three kids for some family business. We got the cheapest double-bed room we could find which led to a very uncomfortable night of sleep. Luckily, my recall was crazy with the multiple awakenings and I scored a short LD for the win. I intended to get lucid that night and set the goal of exploring the other rooms in the motel but I missed my task.

I woke up around 2:15am with no recall and fell back to sleep with LD on my mind. There was no real technique but maybe a weak MILD that quickly led into the experience below.

I notice some SP-like sensations and quickly have an in-dream-WILD. I exit briefly taking some sheets with me and leaving my sleeping wife behind. I exit a door to the right and find myself in my ex-in-laws' house. For some reason, I think this is were I was spending the night and thought nothing of it.

In the living room, I see my younger daughter curled up asleep on the couch. I creep near her to try to scare her. Always having the possibility of literal AP on my mind, I wonder if I am affecting waking life. This may terrorizer her but I would have some proof when I wake up (What an ass!). However, when I am over her I notice I have accidentally made myself look horrific with long claws on my hands and dark grey skin. I pause and change my intentions, because at the same time, I notice my daughter looks completely angelic with glowing white skin. When I take a closer look, she has beautiful yet inhumanly blue eyes as she sleepily peers up at me. I am a little dazed and confused by this and all I can think to do is mutter and kind 'hey' before I aimlessly wander off.

I venture out the front door and see an unfamiliar grey car outside in the driveway. I notice I can't see who's inside because there is a reflection of the daylight and shadows from the trees. Curious, I poke my head through the passenger side glass. My ex wife is sitting in the driver seat staring straight head with both hands on the wheel. She doesn't seem to notice me and is a complete lifeless "extra". I'm not sure what to do with this so I say the first random thing I can think of. In my best Jesse Pinkman impersonation (had be been a LDer and not a meth-head), I say, "Lucid dreaming... bitch." . :lol:

Now, I just want to get away from this area so I run down the street toward my side of town. There is a large birch/palm tree hybrid growing in the middle of the street and I run up it without much thought. When I reach the top, the limbs are too much like palms to grab on too and I fall backward. I am able to defy gravity and lift myself forward in a set-ups motion but I still can't grab ahold of anything. This happens several times and the dream starts to become unstable. I suddenly, remember my goal for the night and the fact that I am actually sleeping in a motel in a small, crappy town in Texas. The dream fades to black with this thought and I try to visualize the exterior of the motel. It seems to be forming nicely, but unfortunately, I wake up because my son has now positioned himself on top of my head. :rolleyes:


NON-LUCIDS (brief)

The future, Teleportation
My wife and I are in the future. There are cylinder shaped teleports the size of phone booths. We step and in some girl and her mom are right behind us. The girl makes faces at me and I try to tell her she will get hurt when we teleport. Suddenly a blue light comes down and I hear a sound. I look around and see the area has changed and we are outside a hospital. The girl and woman are fine. She says something mocking me. I tell my wife that I am going to remember all of this because it would be great to do this in a lucid dream. There is some version of The Doctor and I ask him many questions about the teleport. I wonder if it will work world-wide. He wouldn't answer any questions. I get mad and grab him. I wad him up in one hand put him into a video game screen at an arcade. I don't have quarters and I know my debit card wont work this far in the future.

The future, Military
I try to unofficially slip in the ranks in some futuristic military. Everything goes fine until they want to micro chip me. I panic and try to use the excuse of religion but they aren't buying it. I wonder if maybe it will be ok for now and I will have it removed later. I know it will hurt because I'll have to do it myself.

Sleep outside, vicious dog turned friendly
I am trying to sleep in the back of a pickup. Some dog attacks me but I beat it and scream and growl at it. It yields an whimpers. Now it is tame and curls up in my bedding. I am pissed off and I throw it out and barricade the truck bed with plywood to keep it away.

I was in my neighborhood up the road from my house where my little brother and I were saying goodbye to our parents, which I don't know why.
Then as we were walking back to our house we found a wagon. So my little brother got in and went really fast down a hill. I followed him because I was scared he would get hurt. Eventually we ended up in someone's yard and created a ditch there. I was really embarrassed as I tried to walk away like nothing happened. Then for some reason someone pulled into their drive way with a really old car. When he got out he had an aparell that looked as if it belonged in the 1930's. Then I finally arived at my house where my older sister was waiting. I was really happy to see her and hugged her because I usually don't get to see her because she is always at college. Then we talked for alittle and the Dream ended.

Key points

Very vivid and long
Strong felling of emotions
Neighborhood seemes to be out of place and also a lot nicer than usually (not to say my street is crappy, it was just a little more vibrant)

Morning of October 19, 2014. Sunday.



Once again, my family and I are living in Cubitis though the house is different on the inside. I see that the front yard is mostly the same, but when I look out, while apparently resting in bed, I see an older green station wagon (late 60s Ford Torino) parked in the yard, looking a bit in need of a wash, directly facing the house and near the third silver oak. I am wary of this, because I do not know who it might belong to.

Within a short time, it turns out to be a very wealthy celebrity couple, although I presently cannot name him or his wife. He may be Jack Gilford as he was when around age forty, though I get more of a sense of a more serious visage, almost James-Bond-like. They sit down on chairs in our living room. Apparently, it is nearing Christmas and they have brought a gift for my wife because she is supposedly a relative. They do not seem to feel out-of-place in my smaller childhood home. In fact, they comment on how quaint it is in a non-sarcastic manner almost as if they are thinking of getting such a place to live. The package they give to my wife is shiny and blue and I get the impression that it may be a ballroom gown, but she does not open it before I wake. It is fairly large but light-weight.

The very wealthy movie stars do not expect a gift, it seems, and they are making their trip a bit earlier than they normally do from what the man says, continuing south, I believe, before driving back to Hollywood after delivering all their gifts. I am not sure how they are related to my wife (she comes mostly from Hungarian Roma people). In fact, they are not certain either. We even talk about different family surnames as they are leaving, all beginning with “N” and stopping with an idea about the name of a sister’s neighbor from years ago (but altered somewhat) who I did not even know in reality, something like Nigh-gly in pronunciation, possibly a vague play on “nightly” (or a corruption of Nyíregyháza or even Nardia, similar to earlier name variations), though dreams often provide nonsense words and nonsense definitions to real words (as with my “Jacuzis are vampiric monsters” fiasco from years ago - though this is more likely to happen if one does not fully know the real definition and the dream invents an unlikely one).