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And I thought that the musical lucid dream with no visuals was cool...

Okay, so it starts out with me being at this outdoor theater area, with an old stone stage and stone seats. It looks like parts of the stage have been rebuilt with wood rather than stone. There is a large wooden plaque with an ensign on the front of it.
Something happens under the stage that knocks out some of the support, causing the stage to shift and become imbalanced. The stage breaks in half and has a four-foot rise just to the left of the middle. The whole theatre becomes crooked and distressed looking but is still standing.
Anyways, the entire theatre is empty save for where I am sitting in the front row. I am sitting in the front row and I am a huge gigantic ugly green man. I have to say I looked like Shriek. I think there was even a donkey sitting next to me.
Some elderly man walks onto the stage wtih a big old looking scroll. He unrolls it and begins marking off a bunch of dates in the past. The oldest date was like 1692 or something. And he's marking them up with a big red marker. I can't help but think that he's defacing this document.
I look more closely at the dates and they are dates that I and other monsters have attacked these people. The man doesn't seem upset that I have attacked what I think are his people. It had something to do with the fact that my attacks were not just seen as pointless harm, but rather a challenge symbolic of something, and that it was part of the tradition in his culture to drive away monsters. It was something seen as fun.
It was at this time that I realized that the only way I was viewing the document was because I was flying. I had morphed into a bird. I flew over the stage and into the surrounding forest. Things became very foggy. and it looked like most of the trees dead were overgrown with vines and moss.
I begin feeling like there is something beckoning me. There is some feeling of unconditional love and kindness. I look around and see a large nest at the top of one of the dead trees with a white owl-like bird in it. Something about her feels familiar, like I already know this being. I land at the nest.
I am taken into "third person" for a moment to see that I am a small falcon like bird. The other bird is able to communicate telepathically through to me, and states that it will be going back to its true home and wants me to come join her as soon as I can. She then flies off and as she does, she begins to change from a bird into an angel.
"Well shoot, nothing stopping me from going now!"
I begin to fly and notice that I am changing too. I am now a human with wings, but rather than having white angel wings, I have my falcon wings. It was also around this point that lucidity somewhat took hold. I got the feeling that what I was experiencing was not a part of standard reality.
I get out of the fog and arrive on this beach location. There are people on the beach playing and walking together, and there are a few rows of buildings along the edge of the beach. I look back and the fog is gone, and I am in a new location. Behind me there are now huge mountains covered in tropical rainforest.
The sky is beautiful, indescribably beautiful. This was a picture that looked close to what I saw, though it was a bit brighter, and over the ocean there was a wall of clouds, almost like a storm.

There is one cloud that seems to be glowing, as if it is back-lit by a second sun. (And we all know that in my dreams multiple suns are not uncommon.) But I can feel the beacon again. The feeling of unconditional love and acceptance, and I want to get there.
I begin flapping my wings, but for some reason, flying has become insanely difficult and tiring, and I can barely stay above the waves. I eventually start to get caught by water and I feel disappointment and shame as my feet touch the water and my whole body sinks in. Some dream character on the shore yells at me telling me not to get my wings wet. My wings are not just wet, they are destroyed, half the feathers have been plucked off. Okay... great... now I can't fly to that cloud. Maybe I can swim? No, because once I get under the cloud, how am I going to get up there?
But I was partially lucid, and had the feeling that I could reset, so I tried to get a do-over as best I could.
Bang, I'm back on the beach, and my wings are dry. I feel like some time has passed, but the sun or clouds haven't really moved. I walk along the beach until it comes to a peninsula. I feel like this is a better spot, I am much closer to the cloud now. I walk back into the island, and climb up a small hill about fifty feet high.
Okay... deep breath... Open my wings... Running start... I jump off of the hill and scream "Ya-hoo!!" and I am off and flying. I go between two palm trees and a couple of dream characters look at me with that WTF expression. I get out over the ocean and the difficulty of flying kicks in again, but it's not nearly as strong this time. No, I am not going to fail this time. I start flying out over the ocean and am moving much faster. I am still low above the water, but I feel like I have enough control not to go into the water.
I get about one third of the way out to the cloud. The cloud is still beckoning to me with unconditional love. It feels like its been about three minutes. I begin thinking about how I don't just need to get out over the ocean, but I also need to start flying upwards if I want to get there.

So I was at work, and we had a very informal staff meeting, not in a conference room but sitting around the front office of our work. A former coworker of mine, Graciela, was there, and also two complete strangers. I asked to see the resumes of the two new guys because I had been away from my job when they were hired, and wanted to find out what they can do.

After the meeting one of the two guys said that he quits based on something said in the meeting. I decided to look at the resume of the other guy. To my surprise, we did not even know his name because no one could understand when he pronounced it with heavy accent, and he was just being referred to as "Yellow Guy" because he was Asian! Instead of a resume I found a note by Graciella explaining that she found him at some fast food place. How was it possible he was working for us?

Then I looked at the monitor at what he was doing and understood. He was substituting pixel by pixel in a graphic. Extremely focused and detail oriented, and the resulting graphic was amazing!

Morning of March 14, 2014. Friday.



Yes, I know…but my brain is too tired (too warm here) to come up with something creative or at least endurable for the title.

This dream has two mostly unrelated sections offset from each other and was kind of hard to follow, but I can summarize a few ideas including the movie-like “twist ending”.

I think it is in the 1980s in my dream. At one point, there seems to be a fictional house closer to the highway and just north of my Cubitis home where the first north/south row of the orange grove would be in reality. I have never dreamt of this fictional house or orientation before. I am in what is possibly the living room and an unknown person throws an orange at me through the doorway from somewhere near the neighbor’s house just south of us - or rather, it hits the ground outside and rolls through the doorway. I do not see the person; the orange just comes flying out of nowhere, but near ground level. Lisa is not living there, though. I pick up a steel bar to go knock the person unconscious for doing that.

I assume the house is abandoned for some reason (recurring), but there is a car parked in the driveway. I open the front door and there is a large bed in the middle of the living room and a television in the northwest corner of the main living room area. The size, ceiling height, and everything else seems fairly close to reality other than the bed. (However, there are some unusual additional shrubs covering much of one area of the yard just to the north, which I think should be removed for some reason.) There are three males on the large bed in various areas, just lounging around, one sitting on each end and another man in the middle. One of them is seemingly Randyl S (no idea about the others), a friend from La Crosse who had never lived in Florida to my knowledge. I say his name and he says “yes” (meaning that he acknowledges that is his name - though oddly, I am not certain if it is the same Randyl I knew). I do not use the bar on anyone and feel less angry at that point, yet I am not quite sure what to talk to him about - and I still do not know who threw the orange - it may not actually be one of the ones there in the room - I sense he may still be outside somewhere (near the outer southern wall of the house, maybe), or maybe it was meant to be a playful attention-getting act (it was not really threatening - just annoying).

The orange-throwing event is actually something that happened to my wife when she was younger. Her step father threw an orange so hard that it put a hole in the wall and it was near a doorway. (It is possible I had heard of this event so I am not tagging it as postcognition.)

Later, my dream shifts into a movie-like event, some of which had seemingly been established earlier somehow (prior to the previous scene described above). There is some sort of life-form that takes over a person and from there, makes identical clones of the person (even all the exact same clothing). I am not sure if it was originally an “engineered” creature made on Earth, or some sort of alien.

Anyhow, there are three unknown people, two males and a female. They are clever at getting away from the cloning creatures - or at least it seems that way. They are seemingly the last hope of the human race to stay human and individual. I watch in “hovering perspective”, still in the three-dimensional environment as the events unfold. There is a point at which there are a few clones wandering about, but they are not much of a threat, and there are not really that many.

I see the three main characters go through a supposedly secret area beyond a large section of hedges and into a hidden clearing - supposedly one of the last safe places to be away from the activity of the human-like cloning “creatures”. It turns out, however, that there are at least twenty or more clones of each of these three people, though they do not seem to acknowledge this at all. They are still planning something relating to dominance or at least long-term survival. This seems, in my dream, to be a rather entertaining surprise ending.

Morning of March 14, 2013. Thursday.



In my very vivid dream I am walking west with my family (wife Zsuzsanna and children), but seemingly in Brisbane instead of our present home. To the south (coming from Brisbane) is a tidal wave far in the distance rising up over the buildings. I tell everyone else on the streets to run and I keep saying that a tidal wave is coming. I then say, however, that we need to get to the hospital which is only about a block away in our present real-life location but does not fit the in-dream location. I say that because it is the tallest building in the immediate area in real life otherwise and I am thinking of getting every member of my family to the roof.

However, the event is getting closer and closer (probably with more speed and height than realistically that far inland). Firstly, I worry a bit about my youngest son, but he is close and is still with us. I see other people running but they do not seem very frightened.

I soon feel an amazing sense of cool water rushing down heavily onto me and see bits of foam everywhere. As we are trying to get up the wooden steps to the second-floor level of a building (the first floor is likely fully open with just storage space as are a lot of homes here) and with a taller building just behind me, it is an amazing feeling, incredibly vivid in terms of weight and pressure and overall sensations. However, I am fairly certain that had it been real it would have knocked me down and swept me away, but it is refreshing, even exhilarating, in-dream. It only causes me to bend down a bit as it hits me.

We manage to get up to the living room (there seems to be a “mirrored” flight of steps on the opposite side from where we entered). It appears to be a couple of Aborigines dressed in business suits (man and woman, about forty, facing each other at about twenty degrees) and standing near the front of the room. The television is on. I get the sense that one or more people had entered before us (through the opposite “mirrored” side) and may have already left or are in a different room. Another tidal wave comes, but it does not seem that dramatic. The water seems to be about waist-high outside.

3.13.14

nap around 5 -7pm

I was thinking last couple of days, and thinking about me telling people, how when I think in a dream that it's WL, but I RC anyway.

So today, I'm walking in circles around this counter island (like a kitchen island) in the large bathroom, when I think I should RC, because eventhough I know I'm awake, "what if"? So I check and I have 6 fingers.

I walk through a neat, clean and organized small apartment. Beds are made, and most is in grey and matching colors. I look into rooms, looking for my husband. I yell out his name "peter" and I ask myself in surprise "wow, my husband's name is Peter?". I know he is not home, it's way too quiet. I'm ready to exit throught the main door, when i see a mirror and I think I should walk through it. I have never done it before. Then I see a large mirror hanging on the entry door, that I was gonna walk through to leave. So I decide to walk into that mirror. For a second a remember how people say it can be scary, but I don't care and I know it will not be. Mirror feels like liquid metal, or like surface of the even horizon, like the watery thing in Stargate.

I walk through it, and I'm about to put second foot throough, when with corner of my eye I see my husband climbing inside through the window. So I go back, go into the bedroom, we get undressed and we do it. Yeah. All the while I'm telling myself "noooo, don't waste your time on THIS AGAIN". But I'm not listening to myself. The urge is strong in this one.

Ps
When I realized I'm dreaming, I didn't get the out-of-this-world-happy feeling as I normally do. I hope it will come back. Although, maybe that's why I didn't wake up after 30 seconds this time. Because the happyness didn't wake me up.

Before I actually write about my dream last night, I'll write about the common thing that I noticed I repeatedly dream about.

*When I was a kid, we moved houses twice. One when I was younger than 10 and one when I was older. Then we left the country and moved here to the US. When I dream, the surroundings is very familiar, that is, I'm back at my old house at the country I left 8 years ago. Sometimes it was the first house we lived on, sometimes it was the second house we moved onto, and sometimes it was the apartment, or the final house we lived at before leaving the country.



~Dream last night~
IT's a little fuzzy and I can't remember much, but I dreamt about being inside then going outside a van. The van was parked at a wet market in my old country (again)

Hm... then later in my dream I'm pretty sure Minato from Naruto was there. o.O His hand was bleeding.

Yea that's all I remember. Phooey.
Failed attempt at Lucid dreaming. I didn't "wake up" inside my dream like the other night. lol.
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I wonder why I keep dreaming about PLACES I haven't been to for more than 8 YEARS. It's weird. It's like revisiting the past, and everything is familiar. ><

Yesterday:

1. Mom is teasing dad about something he had when he was younger, which he gives me to me.

I see a Pokemon-type map in my head and wake up.

Inspiration: My Pokemon Platinum memory palaces. I'm working on one that uses floors.

2. I was lying down in bed last night after going through my palaces and noticed that the white light behind my eyelids reminded me of an angel. I visualized one flying down from the heavens, and saw an outline of the angel’s face in the lights behind my lids.

Then I was struck with a sudden recall of having been in…a library? After a bit more thinking, I remembered the main dream I’d forgotten from the 12^th.

I was going down floors that were labeled in alphabetical order, and items under that letter were in each place. I stopped on a few floors I believe. One had a food buffet (W?).

At one point I go to the bathroom, and it’s dirty. I try not to touch the seat as I go. Someone peered in and I said ‘Don’t look!’, covering myself with a trashcan lid, because it was embarrassing to be seen using such a dirty restroom. I accidentally sat on the toilet seat lid.

I wanted to find Wiccan things, so I went down to floor W. I went right to the bookshelves. I saw The ‘Circle of Three’ series by Isobel Bird, but since I’d already read them multiple times, I passed them up. I found a book I hadn’t seen before and was looking at the cover as I held it.

I think there was someone else there?

Inspiration: The ‘Geia’ dream, most likely. I need to add ‘dirty bathroom’ to my dream signs.

Today:

1. Something about Jet-Puffed Marshmallow Crème in a block.

Inspiration: I made a recipe that used it last night, and found it to be very messy! But delicious.

Notes: I couldn’t go back to sleep after 6:33am even though I was tired and comfortable. My brain was too active. I did take about an hour nap in the afternoon, no dreams that I remember. I had a really miserable day because of my allergies going berserk. @_@

I was making cheese breads from the box that my friend gave me.

My manager was talking to me, and he was asking me if I want to move up in work.

3.13.14

Last night bed 1am - 9:45 am. Second day off.

DR

- I'm stocking shelves
- Somebody brings me 5 gallon tank of helium, and I'm like, oh no
- and a long dream, which I forgotted