Date: 11 Nov A great deal of strong vivid dreams (alas no notes for all taken or reviewed) Nld frag: Some sort of cool TK practice and one of the DCs asks me how I have achieved such proficiency. My reply - I have practiced this a lot in dreams. Mini wbtb: dreams were cool, so I had the desire to just sleep but forced myself to repeat a few mantras and reviewed the tasks. LD: At our old home with mom in the corridor. There are little bugs that mutate into flies and we try to hunt them. After a while I leave the place and am in an unknown location with Chinese mint candy that is the cause of all the bugs. Once I open it, a little bug comes out and runs away to mutate. There's a Chinese guy sitting next to another DC and I go to him to explain what happened before that. Memory gap and scene transformation. I'm in what's supposed to be a dream version of a slightly familiar neighborhood. I greet a number of praying people, while flying around the corner. I continue on my way in this now nicely looking neighborhood, my awareness is gradually increasing to lucidity as I continue gently flying forward and up and down. I recall a recent conversation about flying and think about that for a moment. Then I remember the totm about finding a pile of leaves and jumping in it and look around. There is a beatiful blossoming purple magnolia tree and lots of petals on the ground. Could that do? No, wait! It's supposed to be fall right now, but oh the tree looks great and a version with petal jumping would have been awesome too. I decide to scan the area for any proper for the season vegetation and see some leaves on the ground and a few piles of them. As I approach one of the piles, it diminishes in size, so I turn to another pile that is neatly gathered in a wooden crate. At this point, I begin to feel the dream thinning so rush forward and jump into the crate. I fall inside with the leaves and the dream nastily generates a number of metal pieces where I hurt myself. I find myself in a fallen semi seated position thinking about all this. This has been one of the very realistic experiences where you actually jump, fall and hurt yourself. It feels very physical, with great proximity to real life sensations and aching feedback from all body parts and your position. The pain is more towards dull, but equally realistic. In this moment, I hope that the amount of sensory information would help stabilize the dream as is often the case, but the dream comes to its natural end. I'm happy about totm, but feel sleepy and do a rather quick mental review.
Updated 11-19-2014 at 11:43 PM by 61764
I don't remember much but I remember walking out of a house, it had a screen door the color was a neutral dusty brown and it had one stone pillar. 3 people were following me ( I don't know who it seemed like it could be people I know). I looked up in the sky (you know how in cartoons rockets leave bubbly looking smoke) well people were spray painting bubbly cloud smoke in the air. They spray painted the word knowing 3 times only the last time it was spelled correctly. Someone who was spray painting said "As long as we don't get caught". I walked over and sat at one of those tall tables with the group but it wasn't actually there, I was sitting on nothing. I slowly turned my head and as I did so I heard a girl yell stop but when I looked all the way over she was smiling and laughing (she sat on the ground in a small black inner tube). This girl wore a braid and glasses brown hair with blonde highlights and braces. I was talking with this little crowd that was sitting at the table with me and one of the people ( a boy with brown hair) fell out of his chair and scraped his knee. That's all I remember.
The White One I remember being in a room with my parents. In the room we were in, the walls had moving stars and words on them so I think that's how I got lucid. As I was observing the place my dad told me that I had to keep a look out because when the light goes off something in the dark might get me. The lights than went off and a DC appeared in front of me. It tried to do something but I pushed it away and it disappeared. I wasn't really scared but what was surprising was that out of no where a mischievous guy that was on a ship opened a portal behind me and told me he would let me go on his ship if I slept with him.I said no and somehow jumped on his ship, than on a air balloon and ended up on a huge baseball field I think. My brother was there and was telling me something. But I was distracted when a random guy started throwing rocks at me. I wasn't worried but I tried to find a safe place with my brother. My brother wanted to go another way though so I just decided to sit down and think about what to do as he left. Thats when suddenly a black cat came up to me. I thought of Manei when I saw it and could feel the change of atmosphere. The cat walked up to the cut i had on my thigh from the rock the boy threw and started to lick it so it would heal. I thanked it and it turned into a girl but this girl looked nothing like Manei. I did feel a strong presence emanating out of this girl though. She told me to follow her so I did. As we were walking, now in a office building, she pulled out a special tech out of her shirt. She said she got a message that I had received the title "The white one "and something about a husband. I asked her why and she said she didn't know why but it was something to be very happy about. She than opened a drawer where she was about to pull out a reward or something but I got scared. "But I don't want to be the white one. I'm not perfect. I don't want to be perfect." I said to her thinking she was going to do something that would take me away from my family or maybe try to confuse me. She said "That's good" and I felt her presence was misleading so i tried to push her back and she disappeared. Than a announcer appeared saying the battle was about to start. Than I woke up. The School Fight and The Leader I was with my sister and nephew and a little girl thing was sick and had a high fever. We were trying our best to take care of her so she was slowly getting better. After that I noticed there was lots of people in the house for a sleep over. I told them to leave my room though because they were strangers to me. The last thing I did in the house was fall asleep while hearing that they wanted to share their dreams. I appeared in a school and recognized that everything that just happened was just a dream. But what I saw in front of me gave me a dream mission. I saw tall DCs picking on a DC that I felt was my brother but the younger version. I yelled for them to stop but they told me to stay out of the way. One of the guys in the group gave me a strong feeling that I had seen him before. They just kept picking on the DC though so I ran up to them and started kicking and punching them. The leader was mad though and pushed me to the ground. I fell back and he told me to stay out of the way. His buddy's were upset with him hitting a girl though and told him to chill. But he didn't want to stop bothering my brother. I got mad and through a string or something to keep him from touching my brother but he just pulled it than flung me in the air. The crowd around us was upset with this though and jumped on the leader telling him to stop. It was funny seeing him so weak against the crowd. But when he saw my brother run up the stairs he ran after him and the crowd followed. As he ran up he said the fight was going to be on the fifth floor. I wanted to save my brother so i ran but bumped into a lady with a milk bottle. I kept running up the stairs though and managed to reach the first floor. The place was huge so I felt I wasn't going to make it in time. I tried jumping really high to go through the roof but I just fell on my butt. I noticed a elevator and tried pressing up but it started to move farther from me. My last idea was to jump on the escalators so I did. When I reached it a girl DC asked for my help to get through the obstacle in front of us. I flew her gently to safety and she thanked me. I said bye and flew as fast as i could to the fifth floor. There was a huge crowd around and lots of wide open space for the fight. The leader saw me and was like "Its about time you got here. Are you ready?" I flew above the crowd and saw a empty medium sized bottle. It was the only weapon at my disposal so i had to use it. I grabbed it and the fight started. I was hovering as he tried to swing a punch at me but I used my speed and heavy gravity ability to hit him really hard on the head. He tried to hit me again but I hit his jaw and head with the bottle. He was surprised and said I was a good fighter as he tried again and again. I just kept beating his head though and he fell back. I noticed as I was beating him his hair grew to his shoulders and he was now wearing a black cloak or suit. I guess he couldn't take it anymore though cause the scene changed after that. I was now in my house cutting meat that was on a box on my lap. I stopped though cause I realized I could cut myself. I through the meat in a pot after that than woke up. Playing With My Parakeets I was playing with my cute parakeets in my room.
It was night. I was walking down a street with yellow street lights. I was with a few people. I think they were interviewing people. They were asking for directions. We crossed a rail road. Daylight. We were walking along a familiar street, near a place where I used to live in Sampaloc. We walked towards the perpendicular street and turned right to a restaurant. I heard it was so popular that people who want to eat there need to reserve in advance. I think I ate there before. We went inside. There was corn or something. I was in the bathroom and needed to use the loo. The place was very clean, with nice flowing water.
Sleep schedule was super messed up last night. Went to bed around 5:00pm, woke up at 10:30pm, then went back to bed at 2:00pm, and woke up at 8:40 and ran to class. Also, the people upstairs were having sex and the people across the hall were listening to the soul eater theme at full volume. The RA came and yelled at them. Yeah, not a good night for anybody. I vaugley recall something to do with my friend K and Starfire from Teen Titans.
My friend, her girlfriend and I were walking in this old, brown place where broken things go. She pointed out a car to us that was only $400. An old beat up red convertible. When she explained it could be fixed up and we could use it we saw the value in it. It was like finding treasure in a dump. Then she gave home-made flash-lights to each of her children. The kids were disgusted and confused because these lights were made from old, dirty, broken pieces of other lights. Then my friend smiled at them and she began to explain. When the kids understood they smiled and their flash-lights became true, rich and shone brightly. When I woke up I shared this dream with my friend. Turns out she got in a car accident, just got home from the hospital, and was getting her kids ready for school. She says she's badly injured, broken bones, and thinks she looks disgusting.
non lucid *I was remember being on my way to meet with danielle for the good. *I showed up at a coppell party early. I called stef to see when he was gonna get there because I knew he was going too. I noticed that more and more people started to show up. As they did people were on there skateboards just rolling around doing tricks. I picked up a skateboard and attempted to skate with no shoes on. I was a little rusty and almost landed a kickflip. When stef arrived he told me that he wanted to be a make up artist for people in movies. I said that's cool man but in my head I was like dude that is kind of wierd. haha. Then everyone stopped to listen to this little cute black girl sing and dance. When her show was over the mom looked over to be saying it was good wasn't it. I responded yes it was really good. I thought it was strange how she needed my approval.
Morning of November 19, 2014. Wednesday. My family and I are “still” living on Barolin Street in my dream although the front porch seems to be missing relative to the entrance to the house. (I only say that as it seems I can view the front sidewalk entrance directly from the main bedroom’s front window - though dreams often have “exploded views” and altered perspectives, x-ray vision being common as well since earliest memory). I notice a very attractive dark-haired female of about twenty. She is walking up to our front door. It is seemingly a younger version of my wife, which I do not directly realize in-dream at the time. However, another version of my wife answers the door even though we are wary of such visits. (As funny as this sounds, it is not that uncommon an event in either of our dreams). She is dressed plainly in blue jeans. The girl is a representative of some sort of political group, as well as the group possibly having the attributes of a charity. It also seems to relate to political campaign funding, however. The group is called BUMP, as she explains it. Even though it is an acronym, I do not quite understand what it represents. It is a group that is against domestic violence, apparently. The word “government” is supposed to be in there somewhere even though there is no “g” in “bump”, but I do not consider this distortion in my dream. I do not make out any other possible words in the group’s name. Not much happens after her spiel. We do not give her any money and my dream fades. This is the third recent dream (possibly the fourth, which I had not posted at this time) that seems to relate directly to forum posting and activity in a somewhat negative light. Normally, I do not post on forums at all but have recently, but usually remain completely passive even to trolls, with only one exception being the bizarre relentless troll on another dream journal site who continuously constructs agenda-based faux “dreams” to directly troll others (sometimes using their user names, racial backgrounds, dream work beliefs, or their family setup). This connection includes the recent dream where I could control fire (reference to “flaming”), the comic strip one I just posted (seemingly related to “removing” what people say on a forum - or “emptying my head” of their atrocious ideas), and now this one with a reference to “bump” - which relates to bringing a post back up to the top of a forum (and I last saw the term last night). In my dream, I do not reflect on the irony of B.U.M.P. being against being literally “bumped” in one association. Looking at this in an entirely different way (or through another layer - as dreams usually have several composite layers), I can also confirm it relates to a type of meditation, whereby my “younger” wife “bumps” (that is, “comes back up to the top”) of her present self with rejuvenating energies in the “maximum well-being” set.
I'm in a mall that resembles my school. There's tons of people all around me, some faces familiar and some not. It strikes me as weird that there's so many people around me and yet I have no one to talk to. Then it hits me that I am new to my school which explains my shyness but it doesn't explain other's lack of curiosity. I ignore the stupid little thought and keep moving when I stop at the sight of my "crush" as you can say. He's just there all alone looking around as if waiting for someone. Maybe that someone's me? But then again he doesn't know I exist. So I try to avoid him, but as I walk he seems to only get closer. Maybe he does know I exist after all? But then I see him lunge towards some other person of who I can't make out. Is it a girl or a guy? Curiosity gets the best me so I walk over and see who he's hugging because it obviously isn't me. It's a girl. My heart drops. I run towards the steps trying not to look back. Luckily when I give in there's two obese chicks behind me snickering loudly. I exhale unknowing I was holding my breath. I keep moving forward hoping to find something to distract these frivolous thoughts and just as hope lost its way, I find a gigantic library with books shining the color of gold. My eyes start to water as I frolic towards a bookcase labeled, Romance. How typical, right? I can't help that I have a huge heart for romance. I grab a book and open it and just as I'm about to read the title the impossible comes knocking on my door and there he is, standing ever so beautifully in his skinny jeans just the right size and his blue Hollister jacket that always seems to appear in my dreams(ironic?). I blink as I close the book and try to shield my face with my hand (I don't understand why I wouldn't just pretend to read the book) and hope that he doesn't notice me(but isn't it my dream for him to notice me?). He's on the phone talking to someone now. He's talking awfully loud and I overhear him giving someone directions to pick him up. Unknowingly, I've been following him while trying to shield my face this entire time, but he doesn't seem to notice. I see a car outside with a man on his phone and think maybe that's my crush's ride. So I find the strength to pick up an entire bookcase and place it right in front of the entrance/exit way. Then I hide and watch as he tries to get out, snickering to myself with my mouth covered. He looks pretty upset at this point so I manifest myself like a fairy godmother here to save the day and pick up the bookcase and place it where it was born. He smiles and says "thank you" and places a kiss on my forehead and walks away, ever so sweetly, to his ride while I stare, eyes wide and my mouth stuck in a capital "O", trying to comprehend what just happened.
Updated 11-19-2014 at 02:07 PM by 71606
Normal dream, lucid, Dream 1.) I was Ina room when I remembered that I was just in bed. When I became lucid though I just woke up. Dream 2.) I was doing mild, but fell asleep durring the visualization. However when I ended up in a dream I noticed some things from my visuilizarion for mild. This is when I became lucid. I'm at school ordering lunch and then I notice how nice and delicious the food is. I yell out that I'm lucid and go to take some food. When I do someone says that it will cost 2.50. I just simply reply with no, and I get to go by without paying. I don't remember the food, but I know that it was associated with breakfast. I go to sit down with my friends and ask one of them to get on of my friends. When he calls him his voice echos throughout the entire school. Then some other table across from us starts to talk with us.i then wake up from my mom telling me it's for school. I didn't go because I was a little sick. Dream 3.) my school goes on a field to New York City. For some reason some of the students are 20 years old even though I'm in high school. Everyone gets out to walk around and find their hotel room. I don't remember what happens next, but I find myself in a large green field with a small cabin. This is when it turns into a nightmare. As I'm out in the field some one I don't know just starts chasing me for no reason. We run around for a while untill he colapses to the ground. I walk Back to the house very scared. When I look out the window I notice the guy slowly limping towards the house. I decide to watch tv because I think that he won't make it to my house. By night time I look out the window and see it isn't trhere. Then he appears at my door and I close it. he pushes through the door and I push him down the steps. Then I woke up.
Morning of November 19, 2014. Wednesday. There is not much clarity in this dream. It involves constructing some sort of xylophone-like musical instrument out of mostly cardboard of at least two different thicknesses. First, it seems vaguely like putting pages of a book together, perhaps a larger board book (of the kind for very young children). The concept involves strips that are attached over a larger rectangular piece. The end of each strip has a square hole and each strip is a slightly different length to supposedly produce a different pitch when tapped, similar to the science experiment (such as in primary school) with the ruler - where you “pluck” the ruler that is held over the edge of a desk. It does not seem that successful of an endeavor and there are at least two “resets”. One project ends up with the strips being of random lengths along the side, by which the musical scale would then not be in any coherent order. I do not really see this as a symbolic outcome in any significant way, as the reasoning skills of the mind (in typical dream types) do not work during the dream state for the most part. I have rarely seen musical instruments work correctly or realistically in dreams (or anything else for that matter - it is just the way dreams are). This includes the dreams where I was playing a seemingly broken guitar and the sound of an entire band came out of it in a very enjoyable and “perfect” way. Even though it is not relevant to a xylophone, this may be little more than a play on “reed instrument” vs. “read instrument (book)”. This is because the cardboard pieces remind me vaguely of accordion reeds that I used to work with many years ago. It may relate to finding “music” in the way words are arranged in sentences or perhaps poetry.
Sometimes a man needs to examine what is needed for changing of world view, and whether a change in weather is needed for example or not.
Okay, I remembered alot more dreams than this, but because I woke up earlier than usual I forgot them quickly. Anyways: 1. It was nighttime and I was on Rayford road(The main road next to my neighborhood boulevard) and I was in my car driving down it going away from my house. After I drove in that direction for a few seconds I remembered that I needed to go the other way, so immediately I slowed down. Since there was no traffic in the lane I needed to get in, I did an immediate U-turn into that lane, which was going the other way. After I did this U-turn I ended up behind alot of traffic, perfectly placed right in front of me. As I was waiting behind all the cars in front of me, I noticed a blue Mazda that I see all the time at my school. It belonged to my friend Patrick's friend Paige, and her twin sister. Suddenly they drove into the left lane and started going ahead of all the traffic. I followed their path, and once I got a clear shot I got into the next lane and passed them up and got in front of them. I could really feel the speed that I had as I was doing all of this. I remember thinking as I passed all of the cars on the road, one by one, "Holy crap, the speed limit is 45 and Im going way over that, I gotta slow down if I don't want to get pulled over." and I listened to myself and slowed back down.
19.11.2014Salvaging My Psyche From Destruction (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I feel as if I’m in a helpless situation, and I’m in an environment that has an “The Evil Within”-esue kind of feeling to it. Basically, I’m inside a realm where I see a huge brain right in front of me, and I presume it’s my mind’s rendering of my brain. There’s some idiosyncrasies of this portray of my brain, and I can feel the pulsations surging through my body, and the environment, and this causes a vibration that spreads everywhere. A voice tells me something along the lines of how things are going to end very soon, and not in a positive outcome either. I see words like “Death,” and other wordings that are blurred out, because I instinctively take the stand to ignore them, and do something about this. My body starts glowing, and I can see the inside of it; mostly just what could be a representation of the circulatory system, and nervous system. I can see that parts of the brain are quickly separating from the core, and the sense of urgency to pull them all back together augments. I cannot comprehend what I will exactly do, and I end up making overly exaggerated motions that seem to be done for the sake of mentally pulling the parts of the brain escaping from my perception of this virtual experiential reality. And this is all done while this part of a song, “Ordinary World” by RED, is playing (2:48): It could be the part later on in the song that repeats the same thing, beats me. But wow, parsing symbolic meaning from that would be more along the lines of existentialism, I guess. But I’m not really feeling mental stress in my life. So maybe there’s something else I can’t cognitively grasp, unfortunately.
Updated 11-19-2014 at 12:08 PM by 47756
18.11.2014Sidling My Way Through a Demon Girl (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I’m trying to hide away from a girl that looks a lot like the one from the F.E.A.R. game series, albeit with more mannequin-esque features to her visage, and overall body composition. She’s wearing what could just be a long red dress, or maybe a red shirt with blue jeans, but whatever the case may be, she’s scary as hell. Her eyes are nonexistent, and there’s nothing but a black void for the holes of where her eyes should be. She has some kind of weird formation on her mouth, almost as if it was forced, carved, or sculpted on her, and it’s the only expression she can portray other than her eyebrow and other facial movements. I’m sidling against a wall, and I’m looking at myself in a third person point of view. A few inches from me is a red door that has a composition of an old-school telephone booth; the kind you would see from the show Dr. Who (TARDIS), but it’s just the style of it that’s imposed onto the door. She’s right behind this door, and I have a feeling she knows I’m very close to her. Her eyes are gradually glowing white, and I hear her slightly demonic voice intertwined with an innocent and girl voice informing me that she found me. I forget what I do next, but I do know that I’m literally bracing on the door she’s behind.
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