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Dream Fragment:
It's a bright and early morning and I'm zip lining between houses, I reach the end and see in a window to my left my ex-girlfriends brother. He wakes up just as I rollback out of view, as gravity pulls me back on the zip line I see in a window my ex-girlfriend looking out of a window smiling and drinking a cup of tea/coffee.

Note: I tried SSILD last night, but my mind was just a bit too tired, I think the collective stress over the past 2-3 weeks has built up. Hopefully in a few days that will be fixed as I have my last exam on the 8th

I really want to know what my dream meant. Any help is thanked.

I started in the backyard of a house i used to live in when i was a kid with my mopm and siblings.

I walked in and the house was empty, except there were plants growing all along the walls and out of the ground. There were many different colors and they were all bright. Also, everything besides the plants were white. White floors, walls, cabinets, stairs, doors, everything. No furniture.

I walked upstairs because I wanted to know what else was in my old house.

All of the rooms were empty except for the plants. When i reached the attic door (which was brown) it started shaking violently, but there was a lock on my side of the door. My first reaction was "f*** that"
so i started walking downstairs. Then someone knocked on the door, so I answered it. It was a man that told me to check the attic. He closed the door and I decided to open it.

I unlocked the door (there was no key, just a chain-hook thing) and I went upstairs.

All white, just like downstairs, but there was a bed in one room (there were two) that had a woman lying on it. Except she was levitating over it and she looked like a skeleton in robes. All black. I went to her and i started choking her. Then i woke up.

P.s. I didnt go into the basement.

05.11.2014

Traveling with weird gadgets (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Lately I have been having very long dreams, but being to tired to write down down... I've been exhausted for some reaon, so this is what I remember without journaling.

I was traveling and I had a backpack full of gadgets that were lent to me by a scientist. I was walking at the airport and I had a very weird cell phones. It was like two flipphones that they were attached one to each other, but it was just one cell phone.

My dad was around and the service at the airport was extremely poor.

From her, I went to a hotel and my dad was asking me how many calories the food from a restaurant that he was pointing out. It seems that I programmed a device that could tell just as I pointed to a food item or menu.

The hotel had an awesome service.

I will try out a picture says a 1000 words approach (to see if I can minimize the time it takes to keep up with my online DJ)...the idea being that the picture will bring the whole lucid back to me.card looks weird...

Son coloring nearby...Wait...my son is no longer a toddler!

A man who wore a heavy overcoat and hat to hide his appearance - though we eventually saw him out of it, and he's far from the strangest thing we've seen in this world - is currently talking to me about his trick with languages. He hears meanings, not words. And he's concerned because when we had been talking with those demons earlier, to his ears the demons were saying nothing at all. In other words, they were lying. I can't say I'm surprised.

Lestat and Claudia have been fighting on a ship - mostly verbally, but they're fairly serious. He'd gotten angry and taken her up into the air with him, and now she's broken away and run toward the prow of the ship. She turns and looks at me, and my image of her changes - I see a human girl, long brown hair under a white cap. She mouths, "Help me, Father."

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

A flashback to the 1930s or so. A movie's being rewritten to expand a starlet's part, and the leading man's being told this over the phone. He doesn't take it well. The movie's focus was on a struggle between two men, the romance subplot with the starlet's character had been relatively minor. He doesn't like people messing with the storyline just because they got a big name involved.

In the present - which is the 1950s or so - that former actor's talking with a man in an office, someone he thinks of as a servant in some sense. The actor's blackmailing him or something similar. A knock comes at the door, and that 'servant' hurriedly puts on a black suit coat and slouches. He looks greasy - part of the act. When the person who knocked comes in, the actor does all the talking but he treats that 'servant' as his boss, deferring to him.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

Two men and a woman are trying to figure out a plan to break someone out of a guarded cell. One of those men leaves and starts stirring up a great deal of trouble - getting on the loudspeaker, taunting the guards, bringing up the security camera image that shows a guard he'd killed earlier. Now that alarms are ringing, that woman who'd been planning with him earlier manages to get to him before security does. She asks, "What are you doing?!" He hadn't told them this earlier, but he's a known criminal - his face would have given them away on the way out. So he figured it's better if he puts that to use and acts as a distraction. She's incredibly exasperated with him.

I blew a perfect opportunity for a lucid dream by not recognizing a false awakening. In my dream I woke up because my wife was tapping me on the hip. I opening my eyes a little bit and saw her standing beside the bed. The room was dark, as it should be; and everything else looked exactly the same as waking life. She continued to tap me on the hip, but I didn’t want to get up because I was working on having a Wake Induced Lucid Dream - WILD. I continued to lie completely still and ignore her. I was thinking my alarm was set to get me up at the correct time, so why was she disturbing my sleep? She knows every morning I’m busy trying to lucid dream. She then sat down on the bed beside me with her hand on my hip. I continued to ignore her for the next 5 minutes until she finally left. After she left I repositioned, and then I started to think, why was she getting me up so early? Why was she up so early? This made no sense. I then thought maybe I had a false awakening. In the morning I asked her if she had tried to wake me up during the night, and she said, “No? Why?” I explained what had happened, and she gave me this ‘you’re nuts’ look. Anyway, the moral of the story is, ‘Don’t ignore your wife, or miss out on a LD!’ BTW, that’s the 2nd time this has happened in the last couple of months.

Just the one wee non lucid morsel...

Up the back in the shop typing something on the computer. I heard one of my staff say that the 'Orson Welles' party has come in. I rushed doonstairs and they had a large black jacobite shirt which was too big and I proceeded to swap them over.

Thrilling!

In one of my dreams my dad told me to give advice to a little girl who was being bullied. I gave her advice than looked in the fridge to find nothing good and suddenly appeared in a small limo. I was a cat being brought to a place where I could hang out with the other cats. But everything changed after a while and I was in a school.Class ended early though so I was leaving but noticed there was two DCs after me. I got distracted though when I saw a DC holding food.

I am in a school setting, I am in a class and the bell is ringing to get out but then i realize im suppose to be in this classroom for seminar which is next. I hang out in the classroom and then ask the teacher if im suppose to go to lunch now or if he has a late lunch which would be after this class.

I am in a car with one other person but neither of us are driving yet we are moving. I dont seem to have any clothing on and this girl is interested in my junk. She begins to beat me off and gets all excited the harder/bigger i get. She tells me she is so excited and wants her wife to come see.

Im in a house and for some reason im still naked....but i have some of my clothing tucked under my arm this time. There is several girls watching me checking out my goods while i try and go into the corner and quickly put on some shorts and a shirt.

Lucid Dream:

I found this carriage somewhere that interested me. It couldn't move without a horse, since it was made of only wood. I was able to lucidly make the wheels move and get it to go down this dirt road. The road began to get rough spots in it that were steep enough to make the wheels slip, I had to grab at the road in front in order to force the carriage over the steep spot. Finally there was a steep hill that was too much to go up until a tractor came along. I held onto the back of the tractor as it pulled the carriage up the hill. Right before the top, the tractor got stuck too. I figured it would be alright to just let the tractor go, so I did. Things went bad though, the tractor lurched forward and crashed, messing up a front wheel. The carriage fell backwards, almost vertically it seemed and crashed too. I was able to stay put where I was, and as I looked down on the carriage I thought my sister was inside of it, although I didn't realize it until now. I thought my sister had died in the crash and I was so sad and upset that it woke me up.

It was 1am something but it didn't take long for me to fall back to sleep.

Dream 2

There were these group of people who were having a party, and playing some sort of game. They were standing in the same spot, merging in & out, like they weren't quite in phase with each other. It was like a willpower fight for dominance of the spot they occupied. I stepped into the pile of phasing people to join in this game. It took about a minute, but as I dominated the spot, one by one people would "die" and when I was the only one left I won the game. The people weren't really dead, they were just counted as dead within the game. Since I won the game, my DCs let me continue to party with them. That only lasted a while because I got sidetracked with packing stuff in a car.

Dream 3

I was at this school where I found the food storage room. There was a jar of pickled bologna there so I took a big piece and started eating it. It tasted good and I just ate it as I walked around. For some reason I thought I needed to wash my hands so I went in to the restroom. It was weird to see that it was full, there were 20 guys in there using all the stalls & urinals. They were even sitting in the sinks, all but one sink. I ignored them as I used the only available sink to wash my hands. The paper towels were nice to wrap around the pickled bologna I still had. This was probably the most amount of times I have seen my hands in a dream yet it didn't make me go lucid.

Morning of November 5, 2014. Wednesday.



This is one of those impersonal dreams where I am seemingly not a part of the dream itself. I am not disembodied - or invisible while in physical form either, just not seen by the other characters (or impressed by them in any way either).

There is a setup for a new (fictional) reality show. Somehow, the people that the focus is on in each episode will supposedly never learn of what had happened regarding the show’s involvement or even that the show exists, which does not seem possible unless the show is only broadcast in certain regions outside of where each featured character lives, but even then, it seems unlikely (of course, this being a dream, such logic is moot).

In the episode in-dream, an older man had been looking for gold in a certain region in a desert for a long time. The idea of the television show is for the producers to give a person what they had been looking for in an indirect way. In this case, the show’s producer pretends that they have found the gold the man was looking for but that it is rightfully his, yet it is all a precise setup.

A ghost town that exists on the side of a mountain near a cliff is rigged so that it will explode and scatter the gold that the producers had placed there. The man is notified after this event. Prior to the next televised scene, I notice that there are also a large amount of collectible comic books as well as valuable stamps in display pages covered by transparent sheets. I am not sure why these are a part of the scene as the older man was apparently only interested in finding his gold, the idea of which he had heard many stories about throughout his life. Although the man had apparently searched the ghost town before, the producers explain that explosions of unknown cause (perhaps old unstable dynamite going off) had somehow caused the gold to be uncovered. The man seems to believe this.

He picks up a piece of gold from many other pieces that are spread all about the landscape in a blast aftermath pattern but he seems disappointed and perhaps thinks it is fool’s gold. It seems to be like pieces of gold foil around white chalk, which comes off easily, like a loose “skin”. However, it is later revealed that the man had asked another source about the value and the gold there is apparently far more valuable than he had thought, even more valuable than “normal” gold. However, it is possible that this was an additional setup by the television producers and the “gold” may not be worth anything. It is even possible that the money the man gets for the (possibly worthless) “gold” is through an arrangement of the television producers rather than a real buyer, all without the man’s knowledge of such.

Somehow, this seems to be some sort of play about how television is not what it seems and provides only false “values” and trickery. From false histories and fake and often impossible scenarios regarding almost every product advertised (and wrongly worded affirmations in PSAs that sometimes project the opposite “message”), it sometimes seems such a waste, it really is like “fool’s gold”.

This night I've dreamt a frenetic ride through an impetuous creek over massive trunks. My comrades were Jeff from Community, a guy who was in my classroom in primary school and two kids I'm unable to recognize.
The riding has been quite normal, no memorable emotions, no memorable events... I would like to know why I'm so apathic in my dreams (and not only).
By the way I'm glad the dream was pretty bright: water full of reflections and the sky seemed cloudless and with a shining sun. I've not directly seen the sky, but I know it was kinda like this...
At the end of the riding I fell into water and while I was trying to get on a trunk again I've had a quite gross view of the guy's butt...

I recall I was driving from my house to my Taekwondo Class. I Somehow wound up going backwards through the parking lot in my old middle school. There was this very strange network of roads and a whole bunch of stop signs.
I was being tailgated by someone driving a green Jeep. At one point I saw a stop sign and slammed on the breaks, for some reason the car sort of skidded sideways. When I came to a stop I backed up and I thought I heard my car scraping against the car behind me.
"Rrrgh! I just wanted to go to Taekwondo! Why do I have to put up with this?!"
I get out to see if there is damage. The person driving the green jeep was Manei. (Whatever, no lucidity. I'm on break.) I examine both cars and there seems to be no damage, though there are some spots on her car where the paint is chipped. They are filled with rust though.
"You've got some paint chips but they aren't fresh."
We somehow got into a discussion about how the car I drive belongs to my dad is on a lease. She asked me what a lease was, and I explained it as 'borrowing' a car and you pay for it. She proudly proclaims that her mom bought her the green jeep.
She then goes off into telling me that she's going to the beach and wants me to come with her. Then says something about making cookies with her mother. She takes a big plate of sugar cookies out of the back seat of her car.

(I know these last few DJ entries have been side-note-heavy...) But I was thinking about this after I woke up. One of the things that I never noticed about Manei is that she is very dissonant. She doesn't seem to have a very clear understanding of how the waking world works.
She also doesn't seem to know me very well. In that I mean, she only knows me by what I've done in dreams. (Lucid or not) but she doesn't seem to understand exactly what I want out of lucid dreaming, or my life experience in general. Perhaps that's something that I should discuss with her.
I used to think that she lived 'inside my head' and would know everything about me, and know everything that I know about the waking world. I suppose not.

I was a teen with a flat tire, and needed to reach a bike shop. I knew where it was, but on the way I had to pass a tunnel and they were closing it. I tried to pass them but they stopped me saying this way is closed. I said please, I have a flat tire and I am tired, and I need to reach the pike shop, and they let me through.

I was going on a business trip to Seattle for just two days Friday and Saturday. But my mother was visiting, and I knew she would not like my going, so I delayed telling her until the last moment, but I would need her help, helping my husband with the kids while I was gone.

Of course as soon as I go on break something interesting happens.

A little background:
About a year ago, my friend S and I wrote a story. In the story I came up with this character named Raiah. She was basically this bull-headed, immature cyborg girl who would solve all of her problems with a rocket launcher and had two true loves: Food and Music. Originally she was supposed to be just a one-time character but S and I loved her so much that we kept her in the story until she basically became the main character.
At one point, we wanted to start a Youtube LP channel and I was supposed to play games in her character. S played as another character. But we soon discovered that we enjoyed simply playing games in character and didn't give a crap about the YouTube channel.

I recall being in my dorm room with my roommate and S. I am non-lucid but I am thinking to myself that for some reason I want to manifest Raiah in my next lucid dream when I go to sleep. I am working on my computer on this amazing realistic picture of her character, beyond my artistic abilities IWL.
For some reason there are three cans of Nos energy drink on my desk, and I decide to drink all of them. (Now I've never had any of those hardcore energy drinks IWL, because one cup of coffee, and I'm up all night. I'm scared to know what three cans of a potent energy drink would do to me.) I recall drinking them very clearly though. They are tangy and sweet, sort of like the flavor of Gatorade.
I try to recall my motivation for drinking them, but cannot. I notice that they don't seem to have much of an effect on me. I don't seem to be getting the jitters or anything.
I begin to notice how strange the situation is.
...
I can't recall most of what happened. Most of it were just my attempts to manifest Raiah. I was non-lucid of course.
...
I can recall some flashes that were more akin to my waking daydreams rather than sleeping dreams. They involved her character sitting next to S's character playing video games. It looked like a cartoon.
...
I recall the ending though. I was semi lucid, back at the beach resort with Manei. The place looks off though. The building has been duplicated and there are now four of them with a central courtyard in the middle, that kind of looks like the quad from my college, except there are palm trees in it.
It is a dark night.
She was telling me that she didn't want me manifesting this character into my dream world because Raiah would be a distraction from me learning how to lucid dream.
And then she said, possibly the funniest thing I have ever heard her say.
"If I was Sonic the Hedgehog, Raiah would be that stupid talking fox that never does anything..."
"Tails? Isn't he like really smart? He builds planes and stuff?"
You can ignore this dialogue. I put it in because it was funny, but I don't think Manei has half a clue about anything in the gaming world...
I recall looking to the sky and seeing some very odd hovercraft fly across. It had four orange glowing circles on it that I thought were some kind of anti-gravity discs or something.
I began to become fully lucid and realized that, while conscious I had no reason to manifest this character into my dreams. I had probably just subconsciously manifested her by accident. Manei was right. This character would be nothing more than a distraction for me.
There was some other aspect to this that passes through my head, though. Manei and Raiah were supposed to be like opposite characters in my dreams. Maybe there is something I could learn from this...

I wake up. At freaking 2 in the morning. I try to get back to sleep, but I can't.