Dream 2 I was in a carriage being taken to a huge castle by the wind. I was curious to what I would find in the castle. But I was dissapointed. When I went inside there was that annoying DC again. It told me to take a pen and stab it and made dirty jokes. I told it to leave me alone and tried to escape out through the window. It ran after me but I pointed at it and told it to freeze. It froze in place and I flew out the window and kept going higher and higher. It followed me though. But out of no where I appeared in my house bathtub and a invincible lady was throwing salt or sand at me while she talked on the phone. I started calling for Dawn after that and he burst in and broke the door. He screamed at the lady saying what the heck was she doing to me. Than proceeded to beat her up. I woke up after that. Dream 3 I was reading a manga about me and my characters and found a shiny silver ring with 3 green gem stones.
Trying the "picture says a thousand words" style DJ entry again...Yesterday's entry took too long. Count again...this time some of the currency is black...I'm dreaming. Look up, quite vivid vast sandy parking lot or similar with a monument way off to my right. I run then fly there ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- DILD #2 Spoiler for risqué picture: (picture seems pg-13 rated...hope okay) other women around...explore foggy house with sexy women all around 234 & 235
Updated 11-22-2014 at 01:16 AM by 61674 (add spoiler for risqué picture)
Poor night, just the one non lucid fragment Sitting on my sons bed, sorting out his jammies. I looked to where his jammy case was and there was a pair in it already. I was unsure how to proceed.... Jings!
Previous scene had been on the subject of breaking through layers - in a futuristic setting, there'd previously been a big struggle to break through (something, either the earth or a ship - either way, the important part is that it's the ground we stand on), and we'd thought that was the end of it; now we're discovering there's another layer to break through. In that same setting, I'm part of a team of people in uniforms, rounding up some wild animals. But most of the scene is spent in disembodied 3rd person, following one of my partners. She's watching a boar - huge thing, at least twice my height - and a voice is saying to her through some communications device, "If (something), think how much could be got from a boar of that size under good conditions." She asks, "Are these good conditions?" She's referring to the boar's behavior. "Best I've ever seen," is the answer. She's nervous, but she activates this sort of mechanical set of wings she's wearing; they glow green as they lift her into the air, and she starts rounding up the boar - chasing it down, frightening it, until finally a great green light bursts from inside the boar, creating this swirling transparent sphere around it, fragments rising and dispersing in the air. The light's invisible to the animal itself. She lands on it, clings to its side and uses a vial to collect that light. It's a kind of energy we use, given off by these creatures' heightened emotions - it's the same thing that's powering the weapons we're using to hunt them.
(I slept in had a nap I tried to LD cuz' why not? Well eventually my vision was glowing white and I slept off into a LD) I woke up nothing in the room was different except it was night time I felt dizzy my vision was semi-blurry, I looked at my hands it was changing from normal to more fingers and back to normal I sticked my finger through my hand It went through It felt squishy when I went through my hand. It felt interesting, I was still uncertain that I was dreaming It went like this for a few minutes. (Had some other Dream I really don't feel like talking about cuz' it was interesting but stupid I was still wondering if I was dreaming or nah....I woke up confused thinking that was a Dream?)
I wasn't really half-lucid so much as half-awake during this dream. I could feel my waking body, and was somewhat aware of this thinking. Something to do with Marcus inventing these goggles that allow you to see different layers of a person's inner workings. One setting allows you to see their internal organs such as the heart and intestines. Another allows you to see like X-rays to see bones and stuff. Then there are settings for other things There is a setting to see someone's ora. There is a setting to see their chackras (which ones are open/closed) and one that allows you to see someone's consciousness. The consciousness looks different for everybody and radiates a different kind of energy. I was looking at some weird blue-haired girl sitting in marcus' house eating cookies. He asks me to test the goggles on her. I look on the first setting and I can see the inside of her body as she chews and swallows the cookies and they go down into her stomach (gross). The X-ray setting shows just a skeleton. Her ora is a dingy blue-gray and seems rather faint. I 'remember' other oras being much clearer. All of her chackras are closed. I was about to switch to the 'consciousness' setting when I woke up.
I think my dream was inspired by an action adventure video game because, except that it felt like I was in an alternate reality-maze of some type and I was desperate to return to the world I knew. The dream began with a boat trip that I planned to go on. Little did I know I was about to embark on a long and intricate journey into a past which I did not know. The boat itself wasn't the focus of my dream, but rather this stairwell within the boat. It was a spiral staircase which was a few floors in depth and it's doors led to all kinds of rooms. When I saw doors that led to places like a the inside of a department store and a school's outside lunch break area I couldn't believe it, it wasn't possible! I passed by these doors and opened one that led a street in a city where my parents are from. The street was busy with cars passing by and all the cars were old from the 1970's. All print from the signs and store shops were in that bubbly 1970's font. It was really bizarre, like I had travelled back in time. I tried to find my parents and walked into this department store that sold clothes and jewelry and lots of stuff. I asked a person in the department store to help me find my parents. The person agreed to drive me around looking for them. I kept seeing this sign hanging over the street with the words "TRAX" on it, not very sure what that meant but it was affixed over the street every few blocks. After travelling around and not finding my parents I returned to the door with the stairwell from the boat. I walked back up the stairwell and went through this door that led to a large cavern with a waterfall and rushing water like the one from The Goonies. There were monsters and obstacles I had to go through to get past the cavern, like from an action adventure game, even a boss at the end of the cavern. The whole time I had to be brave like Link and keep my fear at bay. The cave seemed so real, I could feel the wet and damp atmosphere like it wasn't a dream. At the end of the cavern was a door that led back into the stairwell from the boat. I went down the stairwell and saw a door that led into the inside of the department store from that 1970's town. All the lights were off in there, so I did not go in there. I turned around and went back up the stairwell to this door that led to my highschool's outside lunch break area. The door was hard to open, but it did open, and it opened through the back of a locker. These lockers were like large book lockers that all schools have, at least my high school had them, and they lined a wall near the lunch area. Well, I stumbled outside of the locker, from the door at the boat stairwell and the locker closed behind me. There were lots of people eating and they all looked up at me probably thinking 'what the heck?' I opened the locker and the door into the stairwell was gone. I started crying, like really crying because I was so happy to be safe afterall. Then I went back home around the corner from the high school to my parents house and there they were safe and sound. I hugged them and kept crying. Later we drove through town and then I saw the sign "TRAX" hanging over the streets. I don't really know what the dream means. It left such an impression on me that I thought I'd share it on dreamviews. Thanks for reading!
Non Dream Dream Lucid I'm in bed. I hear what sounds like an soprano doing singing exercises. I find it weird so I do a nose plug. I can breathe. I get up from bed. My body is heavy. I must fight through it and complete my task. I go into the living room. I inadvertly start to float. I slap my leg and say "No!" hoping it will work. It does and I lower to the ground. I put my hand behind my back and call for the Commendatore. I feel a hand. I look around and it's my Dad. He looks very groggy and tired, his hair sticking up. I figure this is fine. "Let's go to hell!" I say. "Okay, let me change," my dad says. "No! We're going to hell! It's this way!" I say as I point down at the ground. He grudgingly accepts and we start to phase into the floor. Our bodies are sort of transparent, as if our souls are going down without our bodies. We fully phase through and it becomes dark. Dad transforms into a skull which illuminates. The dream becomes vivid. We reach the floor. "Dragons." my leader says. I see many crates of small black dragons. We glide along them. There are a few out of their crate. One is red, I'm wary of that one and steer clear of it's way. After we make our way past the dragons we drop. "Water" my leader says. We splash into water. The dream fades away.
Updated 11-21-2014 at 06:00 PM by 57896
non lucid *Someone release many different types of animals from a shelter of some sort. First I noticed a small cow then followed by many other animals. I told someone I was with that my meditation in this location is always good because the Buddha attained enlightment here. Then I thought wait but I'm not in India so how could this be. Then I thought well there are many Buddhas. I noticed I cat that also escaped. I felt that this is the cat I want but when I start peting the cat I realized that no cat will be like mr. binks. (my cat who ran away) *Angelina Joli was on top of me as we were having sex. *I looked through pictures of my parents visit to san miguel. Then all of a sudden I was in a catholic church. Were there was a ritual that involved pouring holy water into this bowl that seemed familiar to me.
Wake Induced Lucid Dream (WILD). I was lying in bed asleep, yet conscious, waiting for my dream to start. My body was completely asleep, but my mind was alert. Then I could hear somebody sawing something with a hand saw. Who could possibly be sawing wood at this time of night? Maybe somebody is breaking into my house with a saw! They must be stopped! I rolled out of bed, left my room, and headed off down the hallway to the stairs. Suddenly, I’m back in bed again. I can still hear the sawing! I rolled out of bed again, left my room, and this time I found my wife in the hallway. She had a white glowing light around her, and said she can hear sawing. For the second time, I’m back in bed again. I can still hear the sawing. I figured it out, I’m doing OBE’s of False Awakenings, I then slipped into a lucid dream. This lucid dream lasted about a ½ hour so I’ll just describe the highlights, then finish off with how I exited into an OBE. Most of the lucid dream happened in the fenced backyard of an old country style home. It was night time. When I first entered the dream, it was very dark and scary. I knew I was dreaming, but it still felt scared, so I hid under a bush. A nice woman came and reached her hand out to me, and asked me to come out and not be scared. So of course I did. The fenced yard became more lit so I could see everything, but it was still night. People started to appear, and I was not sure where they came from, but they were all standing around and chatting. I joined in with a group of people and started to chat too. I did not let on that I was lucid; I was trying to blend in, observe the dream figures, and just have a good time. One of the guys I was talking too started to sing, ‘Can’t touch that!’ There were five of us there, and we all tried to sing along with the fellow, but I didn’t know most of the words, and I kept screwing up, but this one fellow kept the song going to a Tee. As he sang it we all lined up with our hands around each other’s waists and started to dance around the yard. It was very fun. Then out of nowhere came this crazy chick on a forklift loader was trying to run over people in the backyard. I ran up to the forklift, stuck out my left hand point finger against the forklift’s left fork, and stopped it dead in its tracks. The back wheels started to spin, and then the front wheels started to lift off the ground. I couldn’t feel any force being applied to my point finger. The crazy forklift driver was staring at me with a real angry expression. She then jumped off the forklift and started punching and kicking me. I couldn’t feel anything. I said to her that I won’t fight her, because I don’t want to hurt anybody. She then grabbed a piece of wood and took a swipe at me, but it just passed right through me and I didn’t feel anything. I told her she can hit me with whatever she wants and it won’t do anything. She then turned around and stormed out of the yard. Everybody in the yard was watching what was going on, and they cheered as she left. The party continued. Okay, this next dream figure interaction was very interesting. This fellow shoots up through the ground, out of nowhere, and starts to stagger around. I run up and grab him with my hands on either side of his chest. He say’s something to me that made no sense whatsoever. I was just like something somebody would say if you just woke them up. I then said to him, you must have had a couple of drinks or something. He said yeah, I had a couple of drinks before I went to bed. I put my one arm around his back and helped him over to a car. He sat down on the car hood. I asked him for his name. Before he could answer, some big dude behind me says my name. I turn and look at him. I said, how do you know my name, I didn’t say my name? He looked momentarily dumbfounded. He then said, “Don’t ask for names”. I said, “I just want to know his first name, so we can talk to each other.” People were starting to gather around to watch what was going on. Another dream figure instantly appeared beside the fellow that was addressing me, and he asked him who I was, so he told him. I thought I was going to be punted from the dream at this point, but then the drunken fellow then said his first name, “I’m Zsharat”. I thought that’s strange name? The two guys questioning me then disappeared into the crowd. Zsharat said, “This is going to be memorable.” He was smiling. He had also changed from a Caucasian to a dark alien with no nose or lips. That didn’t bother me at all (not sure why). He seemed quite thrilled with what was going on. I started to think about how I stopped the forklift with a finger, and I decided to experiment a little with this. I saw an old dual axle dump truck on the other side of the fence, so I levitated it up in the air, and then spun it upside-down, and slammed it into the ground. To my surprise, and without my help, the truck then flipped itself back over onto its wheels, and a guy inside the cab started yelling at me for flipping his truck. He said, “You dreamers are totally out of control!” He then backed up and drove away. I thought I better check next time to see if anybody is in a truck before I flip it. I decided to go and investigate what was in the old country house. The house was full of young kids. Two young girls were smiling ear to ear when they saw me. They had real intelligent looking eyes. They both nodded at me in recognition, and I felt I knew them from somewhere. I then woke up, but my body was still asleep. I was consciously aware while asleep. I was lying on my left side in bed, conscious, yet asleep. I could feel somebody laying on top of me, on my right side of my body. I was not alarmed by this. I then took my OBE arm and reached around and pulled the person in front of me and gave her a huge hug. As I did this, I heard a her voice say, “What?” It was my daughter! I told her I loved her.
Updated 11-21-2014 at 05:25 PM by 71173
There was more to my dream but i remember looking at a sign on a building and I couldn't understand it...
Dream 1: It was nighttime, and me and another man were being escorted by a black man to a nice looking home. We stepped inside to an extravagant kitchen centered around a massive pillar. The other man and the black man stepped away and went somewhere else. I decided to investigate and walk around the pillar, which was covered by a counter going around the circumference. Dinner had obviously been cooked just recently. There was a all-steel stockpot whose lid was rattling around like whatever was inside was about to over boil. There were cooking implements scattered around and a glass baking pan with some pasta and a half-eaten slice of garlic bread in it. I took a sample of the bread; It was great. I stepped outside to a small-church-graveyard-looking thing, with a black spiked fence surrounding it. There was fog all around and a tomb (mausoleum?) off to my right. I approached the tomb and the black man, now dressed in surgeon wear, stepped outside, mumbling something about the surgery he was performing inside the tomb. The black man turned surgeon and the other man began chasing something around the house. Dream 2: Me and at least ten other people were tightly packed on a tiny green hill with a coffee table in the center of us. My mom was among the crowd. Some were standing, others sitting. Someone was making a performance. I had a pepper grinder in my hand and as if it were second nature, smacked the bottom on my open palm. I raised the grinder to reveal a wooden statue now on my palm, no bigger than the diameter of the grinder and not much taller than it. I was amazed and did the same motion to get similar results, a wooden circle on the bottom and some complex wooden design raising above it. Some designs were more complex than others. By this time I was standing and had garnered the attention of everyone else in the group, including the performer. They ooh-ed and aah-ed every time I revealed another statue. My mom in particular was very impressed, and I kept thinking that this was no sleight of hand, this was actual, genuine magic. Eventually I revealed the most complex design of them all, with thin ribbons crossing over each other, balls scattered throughout, and resin anime figures, which was weird. I was very impressed by this one, and shortly after I woke up from the dream.
Morning of November 21, 2014. Friday. The following dream type is, thankfully, not very common to me. It seems to occur in a different area of the mind (or perspective at least) than many other dream types. Because conscious focus regarding more precise short-term memory is completely lacking in some dream types (along with critical thinking skills), it is inherently frustrating to get “trapped” in a scenario that requires short-term memory cohesion. In this case, it is a too-long dream that becomes more irritating over time and goes on in such a manner until I wake. My youngest son has a game that is based on some sort of advanced technology - some sort of holographic; yet with actual objects as well; and computer-software-based toy. However, he cannot seem to make it work correctly to get to another level or part of the game. It seems to be like a section that physically opens (like a book) to display a fairly large playing field (like a typical board game that unfolds, but with depth as with a Backgammon kit) or actual smaller objects (such as vehicles and figures). I have a false in-dream memory that tells me I set a password based on a certain sequence that uses the time, whereby you have to key in a particular password at the exact second (by watching the clock built in to the game). However, there seems to be more to it than that. I believe it is based on at least two other factors. I am trying to recall the nature of how the setup works, but I keep getting muddied short-term memory over the sequence. I try no less than about twenty times over a fairly long time period, it seems, becoming more and more annoyed that I cannot concentrate well enough. Finally, I see that there is another similar game that has already been opened, but some of the pieces are out of the box. I get everything in order, which entails putting everything in exactly the right locations (before the kit can close properly), including putting some things inside larger things (again, mostly miniature toy vehicles and figures). Unfortunately, when I shut the playing-field-box, it becomes locked (and my son had wanted to play this due to not being able to open the other one), and a password is required to open it as with the other game. Again and again, I try to time what I am typing with the seconds value in the display, but miss it by a microsecond each time. Because my short-term memory is not working at all, it is futile. Even more futile, the keyed-in password is oddly complex. It consists of typing three letters (after pressing some other keys or buttons elsewhere) and additionally typing in another three letters (which I think is “atc”) while holding another key that represents a wider caret symbol (used like some sort of Alt or Ctrl entry) - the “atc” letters which need to be under the wider caret “roof” in the sequence. It has to be timed so that the seconds value has not changed upon entry. I am not even sure why the setup is like this. I know the passwords were set by me at an earlier date, but nothing seems to work due to my short-term memory loss and in-dream fatigue. This type of dream does not seem to have any actual meaning or significance of any kind (other than a possible remote viewing or image-based precognitive potential I would guess), similar to dreams heavily influenced by environmental sounds or physical sensations during sleep; that is, solely a mental process during sleep which you happen to remember. My dream carries a very similar mood and awareness as certain childhood dreams where I had to keep putting my shoes on over and over again (and sometimes my clothes) even though I had already done it several times, and sometimes going out walking and seeing that my shoes were still not on my feet. This basically seems some sort of “malfunction” in a liminal “cross-linked” sense and may be related to the process responsible for many people not remembering their dreams at all even though it also seems partially relevant to the “practice/reset” type regarding real tasks.
I'm driving away from a mall-like school. There's a feeling of emptiness surging through my veins and my head starts to feel heavy with thought. I can't understand why He would do such a beautiful and unbelievable thing then just walk away expecting me to function without him. It's as though he's insensitive to the sensitive. My mom sees me internally freaking out and coos, "Are you okay, Honey? In an instant I'm knocked off my pedestal by her voice. It's as though an angel swooped down from the heavens and slid into my mother's mouth and is seeping out in fragments of words. She looks at me blankly and I blurt out, "Oh. No. Nothings going on, what must you think such a think?" And I force a wide smile across my face. "No reason, Honey. How was the mall?" If only she knew what just happened. If only anyone know, especially him, I could come clean of all the mess I've made inside of myself. Days like this I miss being a child; a life without worry or possession, where my mind was as clear and vast as the summer sky and my heart was as fertile as sweet violets in spring. "It was all right." I'm sort of glad she's lost interest in my mall venture. I can't stand talking about it anymore. I look out the window as our car comes to a red light, and next to me is a group of guys in a Range Rover hollering out like wild animals. I can't quite distinguish what they're hollering about but something tells me I don't want to know. I make out one of the guys for being the best friend of my crush. I instantly shutter in my seat at the thought of him knowing and look away as fast I can. I know he doesn't know but something tells me he may. I mean, guys don't gossip as much as females; do they even talk about anything other than sports and hot chicks they'd like to bone and video games? Over my thoughts I hear the word crush and look over to my right and see all the guys in the car next to us staring directly at me. I now understand why deer don't move when in the focus of two daunting headlights. Why they'd rather sit and watch them pull closer. They can't move even if they'd tried. It's an act of utter shock and fear. My mom pushes forward and they turn the corner away from us. I'm flooded with relief when I look over to my mom. It's as though she knows everything. That this entire time she's been my guardian angel watching over every little thing I do. I turn away in relief and stare at the trees and rows of tiny houses. I hear a sound of music; like a flute or a clarinet in the distance. It pulls closer and takes me along with it. I try to figure out where the beautiful music is coming from when I turn to mother and notice that she's turn on the radio (DUH). I relax in my seat. I turn to my mom and as I'm about to speak she stares at me and her face stretches into a forced smile and her skin begins to sag then pull apart from her bone. She starts to turn inside out and her flesh becomes prominent and her eyes buck out of her head like she's accusing me of treason. She looks like she can see right through me, that she's reliving the memories of me walking around school trying to figure out which class He has and where and when to be just so I can see him for only a few seconds. Me in the bathroom crying because I'm too afraid to say a single word to him. The times in my room consumed with restlessness because the thoughts just won't stop pressing in. I plunge out of the car in embarrassment and watch as she turns to a tiny speck of dust. As I sit I try to calm myself of all the trouble that has befallen me. The process runs clean until I turn behind me and see the car with the piles of boys in it charging towards me, and again, I'm trapped in its light, unable to move. Before the car completely tramples me it stops and one of the boys emerges from it. He steps in reluctance and my heart begins to beat faster and faster with each step he takes. In any moment I could suffer from a massive heart attack, until he looks at me and reaches out his hand. His face is like a magnifying glass placed in front of a sunset. He looks so warm and reassuring, as though his face promises I long night of rest. I can finally breathe now. Time just seems to cease in these few moments and forever seems like an understatement. I begin to take his hand and start to feel myself coming back together, when all time seems to fall back into its place, in tenfold. Before our skin can touch, I'm drifted into another dream-like state in the middle a desolate field in the fruits of winter. It's freezing cold and my skin starts to fold like leather. I look down and the ground is a great sheet of ice and before I can't blink the floor shatters into tiny shards and I fall along with them, encased in their wrath and forced into a continuum of pain. I look below me and see nothing but what's above me and so on. Then I notice a flickering light. It starts as a tiny speck then builds into a gaping hole, the size of a world, and pulls me towards it. Within it is a picture of the guy I saw at the mall. The one who has my desires and fears in the palms of his hands. He's sleeping like a child whose fallen asleep during a bedtime story. I somehow find the will to swim towards him before he fades. But as I stroke he ebbs away, like sand in the wind. And before time and space can catch up to me, I'm thrown out of the existence of dream and shredded into reality.
Updated 11-25-2014 at 08:13 PM by 71606
Night. I was on the second floor. I dropped a yellow-and-black boomerang on the roof below, and then it fell on the ground. A guy passed by. I asked him to throw it up, but he missed twice. I told him it's okay, I'll just pick it up later. I think I thought of making a move on him. A name: Maranao, a local tribe ("People of the Lake (Lanao)"). (I don't think I've thought of the name for years). Day. We were dancing along the street. We were practicing. I recognize Kris. Night. Traffic in a rather woody area. I was in a building. I imagined EDSA (highway), with all the night lights of its tall buildings and cars. Day. I was in a desert. I was a creature or a monster of sorts. Lizard-like. Nearby, there are people/buildings. Blood samples from a frozen plant. Night. I was going up the third floor. Saw someone there, someone I like. I forgot the name/face.
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