01-03-2014 I had quite a few dreams last night. The most prevalent one being where I could hear my parents coming home and I went to my car to get something. Only to realise that all of my doors and my boot were open. I think one of the back doors was even missing. I realised I'd been robbed. I parked my car in the garage with both of my parents cars, and my mother "new" blue car. Which means that somehow 4 cars were parked into a two car garage. I spoke to them for a bit before going inside. For some reason while I was locking up the gate I was viciously terrified of being robbed and just wanted to lock up as soon as possible. I was inside and locked up when one of my parents said something to me. It was really scary and I realised that theres no way tis could be real. So I realised it was a dream and I tried to fly off. But as usual my subconscious tries to mess me up by having my parents tell me theres no escape and one of them flew after me. I was flying super fast in the air and was way up in the sky. It didn't even look like earth anymore it looked like the setting from one of my childhood dreams. It was very game-like and there were cats with wings and projectiles being shot everywhere(to precent one from flying out of the atmosphere) I decreased my height and was being chased by one of my parents who had morphed into some weird looking angelic boy. I flew behind a car( which was floating in the sky) and the boy ran out of altitude at that height and plummeted back towards my house. My dream was telling me that because I had exceeded my flying limit that my body was dead and I was about to fall as well. S I leaned against the car until my body had regenerated all of my health back. Then for some reason I was back at my house. I did a nose RC and it worked so I became lucid again. Before my parents could speak I ran out of the house( my fear always fucks up my control) and started running at mach speed. Something was chasing after me and after some time I realised it was a howler monkey. Some car lights came on in front of me so I took a different path to the left in order to avoid getting looped back to my parents house. I turned myself into a monkey to confuse the one following me and then set upon a path that no creature other than a monkey could ever follow through bushes and bouncing off trees and under logs etc. the monkey chasing me still hadn't lost me. A rabbit started chasing me and trying to knock me down but he was way too small. So I tapped into his conscious and had him attack the other monkey. Then we were on the other side of my house near the cricket nets and I jumped up onto them. The monkey was replaced by a group of guys from my old highschool and one of them was trying to bully me. I climbed up to the top of the net and then it started to fall down so I jumped off it on the other side. The guy trying to bully me slipped through the gap formed by the net falling and wanted to fight. Which makes no sense because although he's bigger than me IRL and weighs like 90 kilos he doesn't have a chance of beating me. I beat him to a pulp and I think I broke one of his arms. Then the rest of the guys( now turned into a bunch of big drunk englishmen were through the net. I tried to climb the next net but the grab-able part( new word) was on the other side so I slid down. I now was in a small enclosed room and had to fight all of these guys without any lucid powers because I'm pretty sure I was no longer lucid... I was smashing faces in and elbowing one of my high school friends in the face repeatedly because he was all weird and stuff. Eventually a trannie had found its way in and was touching my back. I got my friend in a choke but said in his ear "dude lets pretend we're fighting so hard that we have to move to the opposite side of the room so that we're far away from this trannie!" He agreed and we moved away but now all the guys had run to this side of the room to escape. I found a door and we all got out. We were in a little lobby/garage and there were weapons lying on a table. Most of them were bata but there were a few machetes and katanas lying around. I grabbed a katana(yes I am an anime nerd) but it didn't have a handle. So I took a broadsword instead that was in a hockey stick bag and I ran out of the lobby into the room next door. For some reason I knew this was the women's room and the room I was previously in was the mens room. I ran in and the girls were screaming that some kind of military was there and they were armed. I ran towards one of their ships that had landed( we were now outside and it was daytime again) and three guys were running towards the ship to do exactly what I was planning to do. So we joined up as a group and attacked the ship. The first guy from the group was a really fast runner so he arrived first surrounded by four guys and started trying to fight them. I figured he'd end up dead so I ran to a guard that was aiming at him from far. He turned around when he saw me but he was so frightened( rookie, hmph) that he hesitated for a moment. I slid underneath his guns range and grabbed him around the neck. I wanted to kill him but the other guys with me told me to use non lethal force. One of them pistol-whipped the guard with his own gun and we carried on. I was angry because I was so sure that he had killed the guard with the amount of force he used and he had just lectured me on toning down my violence. As we got closer to the ship I woke up. On a side note I had a dream where my brother was standing near my bed and my father was lying in it. I wanted to hug my brother but he wasn't in the mood. Then my father told me I must join some political party within 6 years. I thought a lecture was coming so I was getting ready to switch off/argue but then he started talking about how black people in the past were discriminated against and he started choking up so I started crying as well. Truth be told I had no idea I would write this much of the dream because I didn't remember the majority of it until I started writing it down. Oh well! Guess I still have some decent dream recall
another good recall, lots of detail, two wakings, this time more wild and wacky 00:00 Saturday 2014-03-01 00:40 bedtime 08:41 + back at a house where I used to rent (or sold?) there are Indian men there (Asian Indian), I'm looking for an old picnic table, I see a new wooden picnic table in the yard, I meet the new guy there he asks me to come pick up stuff, there are folding chairs, and the old picnic table. I'm leaving the place going out through a fence, the fence opening mechism is controlled by a jerry-rigged medium-sized garden shear which you squeeze the handles to operate the mechanism of the gate to open the door, and a rubber band pulls the shears open again after you stop squeezing it. I'm interested in this mechanism and say I wanted to build something like this but couldn't I was impressed he could build it. A small nuclear bomb flies ahead of me I see it hit and the blast flowing out in all directions, I see the hit adn the blast several times. I think about flying up to look down on the damage. I think that can't be good for the area. There's a meeting (talking about the bomb strike?). + On an outdoor path heading out of the city. To my left are growing a lot of vegetables, like pumpkins, and tomaties, all around there are thick patches of growing vegetables. I'm talking to someone on my left and say "if everyone in the whole world did this there would be no shortage of food." I happen upon an outdoor nursery on the right side of the road with a samping area. I'm looking at all the things and concentrate on the habanero peppers, all kinds of different varieties. One of the guys who works there comes out and tells me the names of the varieties I see some longer thinner ones in a plastic container. I hold one "pepper" up in my fingers it's supposed to be really hot I can feel the spiciness directly through my fingers, it looks like a leaf of raddichio lettuce more than a pepper. Someone is with me and says "oh my god it's free!?" and starts grabbing handfuls. I'm not sure it's free but take some peppers. I'm back at my house with my basket of "peppers" in my garden to plant them, one of them nwo looks like a huge carrot that has split due to age and the juices are running out I think I should have chosen one that wasn't split like that. The peppers are weird they have two parts, the long pepper part and a really long stem with a small flat round pepper meat head that you also need to plug into the ground. I'm looking at a flyer from the nursery that reads that they want people to return at least some heritage seeds back to the nursery. The flier reads that of all the people who rented baskets from them only two people sent back any seeds. I'm planting them in a row, and the guy from the nursery is giving me advice where to put the tops and bottoms, and says not to push one hard but just drop it into the soil. I think hmm I guess there is money involved. They rent you packages of plants but you're supposed to return the seeds. I felt bad I didn't give them any money. + inside a huge house. Funky / home-made house. I'm sitting around a table with a bunch of people, talking and having a good time. I get the impression that all these people all work together somewhere. I have a sneaking suspicion that I know these people and that I've seen them before. I look around the table slowly, looking at each different face intently, I'm trying to place them. There are men and women, some funny faces some regular. And I say tentatively, "Do you guys....work...at the *card club*?!" And there is instant silence all around the table. Nobody wants to answer. Someone eventually says "yes." I didn't know where the card club was but I figured out it must be in this house run by that older grey haired bushy mustache man in his 50s/60s. I'm walking around the house looking for the bathroom I have to pee. I can't find a bathroom. I find a strange water/heater apparatus with a moving pump hooked up to a small rack of shoe-box-sized computer systems. I had earlier seen the man working on something in the house, that must have been what he was working on. I see down a stairway to a level below the main level it looks dirty/junky/not finished basement areas. Someone points me down a hallway to the left . I enter a room with a little step up, the step is nailed on to the wall at about hip level, and it leads to a very small slit of a doorway leading to a tiny bathroom. The opening to the room is about 2 inches wide. I couldn't possibly squeeze through the opening. A female country music singer starts singing about the bathroom, I say it's a thumbalina bathrrom because it's so small, and immediately the singer sings loudly "IT'S A THUMBALINA BAAAATHHROOOOOM..." (sings more stuff about it). I say "that's what I like about this house, you have all this funky little stuff like this tiny bathroom." I'm at the far other end of the house. I notice the colors are pale purple and greens, pastels. I'm talking to the owners and say how I really love his house and say how huge the house is, you could walk forever in all directions in it. He says yeah when he's working on something on this side of the house and forgets a screw in the bathroom it's a long walk there. Someone asks me about this man and asks if he's Episcopalian. Outsider the house in the street/road I see kitty-corner a little strip mall with a dunkin' donuts and some other shops. I think "wow, this place is so awesome they even have a dunkin' donuts across the street I imagine that people come to visit and bring donuts all the time.... more recall coming in: washers, dry cleaners ...Inside the donut shop I think there's donuts and there must be fruit, too, but nobody ever buys the fruit, there's a woman behind the counter cleaning a bunch of huge grapes. My parents are in the store and they say they're "donut vegetarians" (meaning they never eat the donuts only the fruit). Driving away from this place it's dark twilight, a hilly road, heading down through curvy road, I see a freeway onramp sign but the freeway number plate is to scratched and faded I can't read it. I think it reads <freeway #>, so I take what I think is the onramp. It's going downhill steeply, the road becomes heavily grooved with the grooves pointing down hill, the grooves are about 1-inch deep and 1-inch wide. I think that they really help with grip in the rain. I'm going faster and faster (there's no car, I'm kind of floating), I think about my sister because I think she lives in these hills... .... another memory different dream: walking on dry earth climbing up a hill. I look at the ground and see the dry and light quality of dirt, I look at the vegetation on the hill and think I must be in California. There is a fence at the top of the hill the top of the fence is bent over under a tree, there's some sort of park on the other side of the fence, I go in ther are people there. I'm in a group of these people, I look at their faces, they're kind of Mexican/Pacific Islander looking. Some comment about more and more people are making the town bigger. It's some sort of park and I'm meeting my children there. ... back to the road...there are more and more gough marks I'm going faster, I think this is where people lost control and ran off the side of the road, I lose control and run off the side of the road into the dirt where there are very long think tight coils like vehicle suspension coils but hundreds of feet long. This area is under a lot of trees. I think what does my sister do here, and she tells me "I never go faster than 75 mph." There is a pathway here made up of boxes/doors/scrap painted wood about one meter wide and long and curving off ahead, my sister says "when that's wet you lose control and hydroplane on top of this path". At the end of the path it's lighter, my sister is sitting on a fence to the left and is sitting next to a patch of yellow and green growing zucchinis, there's a little animal rustling about in the leaves and my sister is touching this plant. + Driving through a town, I notice a dry cleaning store across the road on the left. They take in your dry cleaning and they send it off to the dry cleaning factory and get it back and you pick it up again at that store. I look inside the store from across the street and it's almost empty. I see an outdoor complex of laundry stations where you can come to do laundry with big sink areas with an old roller dryer, there's a woman using it who tells me "yeah I'm still drying your pants this way." Elsewhere in the town talking to my wife on the phone, she asks where I am she's annoyed I'm not home. I'm standing and looking at this dry cleaning and laundry places, standing looking at them and analyzing them. I really felt like I was there, like it was a waking memory. At the table with the card house employees was also a high awareness moment, I really looked slowly and intently at each one of their faces. 08:56 it took me 15 minutes of non-stop fast talking to get all that voice recorded. Awake for a while, eventually I gather my will to empty my mind and get back to sleep. 13:03 + Sexy time on a stage. Afterwards, I'm in the hall, I leave out the back and come in around the front. + A huge parking lot is absolutely packed super tightly with parked cars. I'm with my wife we go down to the end of the lot we're looking for our old parking spot. Wife says we used to park right here, it was in a driveway, so I said I didn't think so. We're looking on the grounds and see the old markings of previously painted spot numbers they're close/tight together. Some other woman (the lot manager) and another couple are talking, my wife butts in and says "excuse me excuse me, let me just say something let me just say something," she's upset. I go back to the entrance area to this parking lot I'm now inside a restaurant. I'm standing on a counter, there's a guy there preparing a to-go tasty breakfast for me. He gives it to me. I'm looking for a fork to eat with I'm saving some for my wife I'm not sure if she's eaten anything or not I ask her did you get any of this. + A guy is judging girls who are singing in order to select one to sing in his restaurants, I know the judging is rigged and the girl was selected already ahead of time. One of the girls who I know, who is singing really well, he interrupts here and says "yeah yeah yeah only you and <this other girl> are any good," but he selects the other girl. I know it's rigged. + In a bar with a stage, some guy is going up on stage, I'm reassuring him that he'll do fine, he gets up on stage and starts acting like a total buffoon and goofy, I thought "oh god why did you do it like that if you'd done it like normal it would have been fine." There were a couple of waitresses standing in front of me by my table urging him on, I pinch one of them on the leg/butt and she then pinches the 2nd other waitress on her butt, who then looks back at me in shock with a "did you just pinch me?" look on her face. + a celebration, a bunch of young ladies, a bachelorette party. + scene at some house at night time, on the large front lawn, the house is in the distance in front of me, Indian family, father mother, couple of kids, a kid comes out shell-shocked, something happened, his (her?) feet were burned I knew, he/she is asking "where's the water?" I know he/she wants the water for the burned feet. I bring all the family together into a group hug, the father says "everything is OK why do we need to do this?" I say it's OK for the family to hug and to be brought together.
Updated 03-03-2014 at 07:24 AM by 65364
Journal Entry non-lucid #48 Dream, non-dream (Comments) Background: I am so grateful to remember these dreams. I changed my priority now. LD is my main goal but without dream recall it means nothing, so I am making dream recall #1. I will now be happy with my dream recall rather than short LD that I don't remember. So, I woke up at 2:26 am, and I had a horrible time recalling anything. I managed to get a sentence or two out of my head. I went to sleep around 4am, listening to Robert Monroe again, with intent of increasing dream recall. Dream fragment 1, 4:05-5:56 am." Everything is out of context": I was in my house, in my room. I notice that a lot of people were in my room. These children rushed to my room. For some reason I had all my old toys. They started taking them out. I looked at the plastic box with amazement thinking how long did I have this in my closet. I wanted the children to leave so I told them they have to leave, I need to change cloth. They left but when I closed the door more rushed in. Their parents walked in too. It was getting hectic. Their was piano players that played the piano. The piano piece sounded like Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. It didn't quite sound the same but nonetheless it was wonderful to listen to. BA, from church showed up, and started shuffling through my cloths. I told him to stop and he walked away. I followed him after opening the door, *environmental change*, I was now in some sort of construction zone. I saw him on top of it. I went up the stairs and I saw him in meditative pose. I thought, "this has to be a dream, he was just standing when I saw him" It then followed with a "logical" or at the moment sounded like it. The thought was "he could have sat down when I came up the stairs". I stopped questioning the dream and I saw a old elementary classmate that I knew in a different school district, and we managed to come to the same college. I told BA about the classmate. *environmental change* the second building was now ground floor, and I went up a concrete hill. I saw all these birds (I have been paying attention to birds in waking life), they flew around humans fearlessly. One of the birds landed on this guy. He started petting the bird. The bird made all sort of noises. These guys playing basketball stop playing and they said, "who ever is making these birds go crazy got to stop or we will make you stop". Instead of getting scared I got angry, or I got scared(fear) and I acted in anger. I was going to charge one of the guy. He took out a shotgun and started pointing it on us. They align themselves in a line and he walked around us with a shotgun in one hand pointed at us. I knew that getting angry wouldn't solve anything, but I jumped. As strange as it sounds, this part of the dream I am sure that an environmental change happened. My emotions made this part of the dream more memorable. *environmental change* *context change*When I jumped I landed inside of a car. I started driving the car in snow. I was driving in 3rd perspective all of a sudden then back to 1st. I stopped at a huge hotel. I got in and I brought a bag with me. This person was telling me that I have a choice. He said I could either give money to the janitors, who will be nice and clean after you when you give them money, or give it to the people that helped you...or keep it to yourself. I assumed that I robbed a bank with my friend. I thought I don't want to be selfish, but I would like to give it to someone that i can trust instead of the janitor. I went to my friend and I told him that I want to give him his cut. He didn't seem to care and he wanted to play a game. He was on a laptop with another guy and they were playing some game. I thought a game in a game, Inception. They were like avengers and I saw iron man. Possible dream sign: Emotion: Angry (x1), Context: "Wacky context". Environmental change(x3).
I had a few dreams I remembered last night, I forgot them mostly while trying to remember the lucid. I haven't done a dream journal in a while which is bad, but I have been remembering dreams each night, which is good. I've improved my sleep patterns which is good, I admit I have been sleeping poorly for many months. I'll start of with a non-lucid which was quite vivid from 2 or 3 days ago. It would appear I was going to Spain, for a school trip which I am not really going on IRL, which I am rather pissed about. Point is, I am in a bit of a rush getting everything together, because I am leaving in about 10 minutes. Screw clothes and toothpaste, I packed my combat robot, transmitter and chargers. (Even the servos had chargers? 0.o) I decided although I had four servo chargers, I only needed one, so I took a charger for the battery, and a charger for the servos. Later, I am downstairs, presumably with my combat robot and whatever else I packed, and someone else from my school is taking the strings off my guitar, because apparently I am taking that with me, and breaks the B string. Okey dokey. Later, I think I am on a coach, maybe an airplane, with some other people, and we are going somewhere. Then, we're at some sort of metal concert, with people dressed up like GWAR, and then the audience is dressed up like star wars people, and aliens and stuff, and GWAR and the other band playing instigate some sort of fight between their fans, like a wall of death mosh. The band isn't really GWAR, just similar, to be honest I don't listen to GWAR, but I am right now anyway. We are not in the mosh pit, we're looking down on them. There seems to be an argument between the people dressed up as monsters, and the people dressed up as star wars. Then they start having a massive fight, fisting each other, and these mini muscly pac man oompa loompa people boss it up. The end. The other non lucid I remember well is in the garden by the rabbit pen, and I appear to be running errands in some sort of Jurassic Park, and after being attacked by a Stegosaurus I try to convince the palaeontologist guy that they should be classified as medium herbivore, and he grudgingly agrees somewhat while playing with a dinosaur bone. The DILD involved me being in my school and in one of the music rooms waiting for Metallica to play to us, and I was pretty damn excited. I was somewhat amused they usually do 2 gigs in the UK per tour before leaving, yet this time they decided to play to a school, but I wasn't complaining. Before they were supposed to come, I think I was playing some guitar. Then people started coming in waiting, and we waited. I don't know exactly what happened while we were waiting, but I did a reality test, first I just blocked my throat and tried to breath, and I could still breath, so I assumed something went wrong, automatically put my hand over my nose and could still breath, so I instantly became lucid when I realised, but I couldn't quite stabilize, and I lost the dream. I usually don't have a problem stabilizing, it might be because of the reality check, I don't usually become lucid by doing the reality check, so I might have been more lucid than usual, or something. Anyway, for some reason I couldn't stabalize and that was that. And I still didn't get to see Metallica. (Not that I would really want to, Metallica hasn't been good in years, they don't play their songs right anymore.)
sometimes my dreams are wild and wacky, sometimes there more mundane, this last night was more mundane, the night before was more wild & wacky. Nice amount of detail again though, from 2 wakings. 00:00 Sunday 2014-03-02 00:30 ? bedtime 07:00 + wife tells me: "You know I love you dearly but when we were making love earlier you farted and it so startled the priest that he didn't know what to do so he just left." + I'm babysitting some little kid, we're arriving at my parent's house, we're walking down the driveway and he smells my breath and says "What is that smell!?" I'm concerned because I realize I've had something to drink and I don't want his parents to know. At that his moment his father arrives outside on the street to come pick him up. + In a car about to start driving a line of girls walks by on the right I open a window to high-five them as they walk by, they start screaming at me not to back up because I'm about to run over something behind me. + I'm looking at an overhead map of the city that shows where my older son is working. I arrive at the office following my son I'm calling his name but he's not hearing me or not responding. I pause at reception wondering if they'll let me by I decide just to start walking in to the work room and they don't stop me. I call to my son again and I'm carrying a pad of technical drawing paper that I think he needs because he's working on maps. + In the same place (?) a room filled with people sitting down, young men are wearing blue shirts. The guys at the rightmost seat in the row stand up one after the other from the front to the back of the room, the guys make a religious sign when they stand up. + I'm in a bunker looking out of the narrow slit, there with mother, father, sister, bro-in-law, we're looking at and talking about the weather coming in from the ocean. I see in my vision a remote hillside near the ocean where the weather can be better detected, so I decide to go fly there and check it out. I fly into the air and head in that direction but somehow can't fly very fast. My sister tells me whatever I'm doing it takes a long time to fly out there. I tell her I'm going to fly out at super speed. I tell my sister "I can't do it if you're watchig". I arrive at that remote destination and I'm in a room with cabinets wanting to return to my family and to show them how far I flew I wanted to bring back a string/yarn with me but I think it's not going to work since it will run out of string before I make it all the way back. I try a few times taking off with string or fishing line but I realize it won't reach The last time I stop taking off and fly back I see a cat in my left peripheral vision following me which then jumps to catch the string I'm carrying. + Inside a place with a bunch of workers. There are valuable things there inside boxes I call to the work master to tell him we must one by one go by each box to make sure that nothing was taken by the workers. I'm holding a silver tarnished trump, the work leader is the guy who plays the trumpet. He says it's a beautiful trumpet but it's tarnished, I spit on a spot and rub it with my fingre and see the tarnish. I ask him to play a piece and hum the tune (Handel's Messiah: The Trumpet Shall Sound) but don't remember the name. He starts to play and I get weepy and cry because it was my father's favorite piece. and he's no longer with us (false memory), my mother and son are sitting in the audience and my son (s2) is starting to make all kinds of funny comments. I'm pretty awake at this point after doing this recall. I keep reaching for more and more recall. Daydream a bit. Eventually I gather my will to empty my mind and I sleep again. Probably awake until around 8-8:30 10:00 + driving with my mother, she's driving I'm in the front passengers seat she's not paying attention to the road (we're driving on GP Blvd) she keeps looking at something in her lap. I keep telling her stop that pay attention to the road, I see that oncoming cars are swerving very far into our lane several times. There's a lot of traffic in the oncoming direction, a large line of cars, someone says this is because of the protests at a house we pass up the hill on our right. This was at twilight. Now in daylight down in the city driving down Sol. Ave. I'm trying in vain to put on my seat belt, I keep pulling it out again and again and trying to buckle it but I can't find the right place to buckle in. The car then loses all electric power, and I'm in the back seat the dashboard has gone black and the seat belt has gone extremely tight and I can't move at all. We're just coasting down the road with no power it's a slight downhill so we could coast for some ways. I'm thinking "how in the hell will I get to school now." I tell my mother to coast to somewhere at least so we can stop in the shade but some cars brake in front of us and we must stop in the road. We're on some sort of side street I'm standing outside the car, some guy comes up very friendly middle aged guy with a cheery face and start talking about things like countries being aggressive or not aggressive. One guy comes out and I fake-recognize him, I shake hands, tell him yeah yeah, I recognize you, "my name is <full name>", and ask "did you work at <former company-x>?" I'm not sure if he recognizes me or not. I feel like I recognize him and fake-remember his name as "Gabe Martini" I think he formed a partnership to start another company. + my children (as of about 8 years ago) are sitting in front of a computer in my sisters old room at my parent's house. S1 is wearing odd glasses like coke-bottle-bottom lenses, they're both wearing glasses, I say "remember the primary rule of programming, step-wise refinement. Make a function that does something and then write it later." + in a hostel with young people. There's a girl by my place, a boy beyond him. I'm taking off my pants and realize there are people in the room and hunker down behind a chair, I'll put my pants on when they're not looking. I think I should ask the girl out because I have a car (remembering my first college car). There's an annoying girl on the other side of me that is messing with my things, she's pulling my earbuds out of my pile of things and one of the plastic ear pads has fallen out and she's complaining that they don't work for her. I tell her it's an advanced sort of headphone system that doesn't work with all systems, and I see a little circuit board. She's upset that I'm not helping her to get it to work, and I tell her angrily it's my stuff, this is a personal space here, everyone's bed is a personal space, and I point around the room, the middle area is shared space, but everyone's bed is personal space. I see a video game scene briefly. I'm walking around the floor of the hostel, it's dark, there are lots of white doors in the hallway. In one room I get a glimpse of a girl taking off her shirt, I back out quickly feeling embarassed, then go back for another peek . I go into another room, guys are in there, not the right room, back in the hallway, go back into our room, which is a 45-degree diagonal corner door. Now there are two girls on the other bed. I see them clearly. The girl sitting to my left on the bed is a blonde and she says her name is "Gippie" (hard G). I shake her hand. I'm sitting on the floor they're sitting on the bed, I think I should invite them out because I have a car. I think I'll ask them to kiss me when we get to my car. We go out. The next stop is some place where I'm going to find dates for the girls. There are guys and girls there but they look really sleazy and skanky and are older. They start talking about sex but I say these are good girls I don't want to find bad boys for them. Behind me there's a particularly nasty girl who starts speaking really fast gibberish barely can make out any words, but I laugh anyway to show I think I understand what she says even though I think it's nonsense. A young man comes for one of the girls and stands before me there's nowhere to sit so he sits on my lap I'm not excited by this he's a dude, he has a big platter of presents for the girls, I realize the presents are all full of alcohol he's going to try to get the girls drunk, I see for example 8-balls full of alcohol. My younger son (s2) is sitting a few rows back on my right and he sees the alcohol platter and exclaims loudly "Holy Shit!". I'm quite upset at him for using such language.
scary dream(ty) of a reality with me pissing off the tree reality we are deritive of, me n mom n dad sides of fam 50/50 now Vlad putin in a tank new scene donald: i want a beer i summon thee! libary playground scene, me being mean to the other kids trying to showoff but i cant
in this dream i was back home for a while. my grandma was hanging at my house and my dad had just brought home a new pool table. then nat showed up and we were talking for a while. i felt a strong connection to her and she pulled me in for a kiiss. we were kissing for a while. my dad was like don't do thhat for some reason i held her hand and walked up the stairs and we danced in my kitchen and starated kissing some more! it was fun she was a really good dancer in this dream. there was no music plaing but we could both here music
#290 - DILD - 7:18AM After a long bout of insomnia I finally get lucid again. I totally wasn't myself in this one. The first thing I recall is sitting in the back seat of a car. There are two hot women up front looking back at me. Somehow I become lucid and order the women to give me oral. The older one goes right to it as the other turns away. For some reason I think they are mother and daughter. The awkwardness fades with the pleasure and I close my eyes. I have an FA where I am in bed doing pelvic thrusts into the air. I still feel pleasure so just let it happen. I begin to feel like someone is watching me so I stop. I look around and see that I am in my old bedroom at my parents old house in WC. The door is cracked and I assume someone is there. My mother walks in saying something and takes my son who must have been sleeping next to me. I begin to feel really embarrassed now and hope that no one noticed what I was doing in my sleep. She leaves and now I am in bed alone. I still feel really tired and roll over to go back to sleep. I decide to check the time and see its 9:06AM. I feel like I still have some sleep time and decide to WILD laying on my stomach with my face over the edge of the bed. I never do this in waking life. I reflect on the other LD I had and laugh that I totally thought I was sleeping in my own house. I decide this is proof that OBEs are just based on expectations. I was confused here. Suddenly, I feel like I am lying on my back and decide this is a sign that the dream has started. I'm lucid but I totally don't get that I had an FA or the fact that my parents don't even live here anymore. I get up and exit the room. A very young version of my oldest niece has come up the stairs to go to the bathroom. I feel amped up and crazy and I play with her roughly by play fighting with her. I end up beating her up and kicking her down the stairs. As she falls I fly past her kicking her on more time. It was accidental but I don't worry about it since none of this is even really happening. Downstairs, I see my younger sister sitting at a computer desk. I yell and make crazy noises but she doesn't see or hear me. I think maybe I am like a ghost and decide to try to scare everyone. My dad is sitting on the cough with my son. I slap him on the stomach three times. He doesn't see me but he feels it. He just looks at my son with a really shocked expression. I run around screaming and "spiderman" up a wall by the front door. I leap off and grab at the ceiling fan. It's on full speed and I slip off one of the blades landing next to my mom. I shout in her face. She sees me but instead of reacting negatively, she looks deep into my eyes and says, "Son, I love you so much." I immediately calm down. I notice right away that something is off with her appearance. Her eyes are all black with no white, but I blow it off as dream weirdness. I just doesn't bother me , but perhaps it should have. I reply, "I love you too, mom." I kiss her on the cheek and walk away. I head toward the back door to go exploring but I suddenly wake up before I get there.
March 2nd, 2014 8:37am non-lucid Had a dream I went to TBS studio (the American TBS station, not Japanese). Also, despite being TBS, the studio seemed to have featured serious dramas rather than comedy. I met all sorts of famous people from shows I don't know. No actual celebrities from real life were in the dream. Went in a limo ride with the producers. Because I was alone with two men (though at one point there was a woman with blonde hair in the limo), I was a little scared of being taken advantage of sexually, but made it out of the limo unharmed. Though, for some reason, when I exited the limo I was naked. I grabbed a beige towel (the same one I have at my apartment in real life) quickly to cover myself. Before going to the TBS studio, I was going to try out for something (the Olympics?), but was worried about what to wear on TV. Finally, found a good outfit, but was late and missed my chance to try out. This somehow transitioned into my trip to the TBS studio, I think because a celebrity recognized how fashionably I dressed and invited me to the studio. 11:13am non-lucid Driving somewhere alone. Will meet my husband there. I think I was driving to church, but went to a hotel instead. As I packed to leave the hotel, there was a replica of my bed side table with everything on it that is normally there in real life. I think to myself, "I don't remember packing this stuff." At some point, there was this girl covered in mud that entered the dream. She would appear behind me in photos. There was more to this story, but beyond the existence of this girl, I don't remember what. This part of the dream was very interesting.
#289 - WILD - 4:37AM I watch the visuals until I notice mild vibes. I focus on it and it become a little stronger. I begin to feel like my body was in a awkward position so I slowly try to adjust while maintaining the vibes. It was probably all my dream body but all I could think was, "Oh great. I'll have to endure the whole dream being uncomfortable." Suddenly, my wife gets up stopping the vibes. I think at this point she has woke me up. She comes to my side of the bed and starts washing her hands with some sort of paint thinner. I notice I have something like dried glue on my hand and start peeling it off. I comment something about why we have glue on our hands, then I realize This is fake. My wife disappears and the dream goes visually dark. I try to do my normal transition but it feels like I am moving my physical body. I'm afraid of waking myself up because I feel like I am very lightly sleeping and I can hear the box fan clearly. No worries I'll just visualize. I think about walking in the living room and I am suddenly there with all the lights in the house on. I pace around still feeling like I need to get more in the dream, but looking back I think I was too worried about it. I wander to the kids room and see the door is open. A lot of the furniture is missing and I see a green beanbag and some clothes scattered around. There's a small tabby kitten pouncing around. I reach to pet it as I look away and back. Now the kitten is calico. I begin to hear my daughters laughing like they do when they are up to no good. I look around for them as I pick the up the kitten that is now pure white. After a moment of searching I think they must be hiding in the closet. I open the door and toss in the kitten fully expecting one of my daughters to appear. The closet is dark and mostly empty with no little girls. I still hear the laughing and now It's starting to creep my out. I decide it's best to leave. I walk into the next room and use TK to close the bedroom door and lock it. The kitten squeezes under the tiny crack under the door and pads next to me. It's still white. I suddenly remember my goal and forget about the kitten. I look around and see some partially painted pictures on the wall. I float up intending to finish one but it disappears. I pause a moment listening. I can still hear the box fan and feel that I am still barely in the dream. I try not to worry about it too much and go back to painting. I chose to just paint directly on the blank space on the wall. I blind summon a brush without much effort and begin painting a mountain scene. Unfortunately, the paint isn't cooperating and I have trouble getting anything to stay on the wall. I eventually get a basic mountain painted and realize its red and orange. I kind of like the look of it and decide to call it done as the void over takes me. I am not ready to wake and decide to wait it out until the next dream forms. I decide to entertain myself by turning upside down and swinging back and forth by my feet. The swings are exaggeratedly huge and I can hear the wind in my ears on each pass. After a moment, I decide that I better try to visualize something. Something forms but I begin to feel really confused and worry that my lucidity is slipping. I force myself to wake up.
Less sleep and no agenda. 1. Swimming in the ocean with another ocean dweller. We both have fins instead of legs. We're laughing until I realize a third finned ocean dweller is above the water and tied with rope. The two of us under the surface consider untying the third but a man arrives and uses the third to track me and the other. Something about her tears falling into the water made things difficult for us. We had to avoid the tears but the tears also seemed to prevent us from leaving the immediate area, creating a sort of hurricane boundary we couldn't pass. 2. It's night out and I walk out of an office in a questionable building in a questionable neighborhood. I see two people who work for the property owner, they approach me. One of them is helpful the other is more of a body guard and informs me the boss is using my office and I'll need to stay out until he's finished. I'm annoyed. How long will business take and how long will I be forced to linger outside? I walk into the office and notice the boss sitting there, large heavy set man, crime boss. After greeting him I go back outside. Guess they were telling the truth. Well, fuck. Now what to do with myself. 3. Deciding to go play in a gym, I find some old teammates. As I attempt to make a layup the ball deflates. I fall and then get up and swap the ball out with one that has air. A man stops me and tells me I can't do that. I ask him why not. He says we already have too many of theirs that we're using. I'm confused. It's a gym. We're using two. Seriously? This doesn't make any sense and I take the ball anyway and pass it to a teammate. I stare at him and wait for him to say something. A game is about to begin when our team is informed we aren't allowed to play. There's an issue with our uniforms and some overall prejudice with our team. Personally I don't care too much, if they're really this much of an asshole it's not worth it. Yet I can see the starting five players becoming worked up. This is their life, this is where they've placed their self-value. . . in the game of basketball. I might not care but they do. I go and talk to a couple of referees to figure out exactly what the issue is. Turns out they didn't want to play us. We're too skilled of a team. That's a bullshit reason but whatever, it's their gym so we leave. One of the girls needs a ride. I hang back and try to make a few calls. Seems I've lost my car.
I remember at some point tonight remembering a dream fragment. I remember that it was either pleasant or at least not unpleasant.
3,2,14 Sunday Last night, bed 11pm - 5am DR around 4am I'm walking with another person. Looks like a wrap-around balcony, but it's on the inside. So it's looking over the ground floor of a large room. (Sometimes you see a running track in a gym like that). So, it looks like a grocery store, because there are items hanging on the walls. I'm looking for a large knife, or a small machete. We are in kitchen equipment isle and I pick up a large knife w/white handle. I'm thinking I could use a little bit bigger one, but this one will do. I like how it feels in my hand. Oh, we are picking knives, because we are on oour way to fight some monster or something.
1. [Lucid] I'm in a taxi heading somewhere, I recognize the route, //suddenly I think to myself "if this was a dream I could levitate" and perform the levitation RC, the RC failed but I was almost certain this was a dream, I became filled with joy at this point, but my subconscious kept thinking of reasons why this is waking life and in turn nothing happened and the taxi carried on.// 2. [Lucid] //I'm laying in a bed, its dark, I keep repeatedly looking to my right and I see a dark silhouette of someones shoulder, I kept feeling a tingling sensation all the way through my body and this felt really good, I also kept curling up into a ball, all the while worried about the time.// ------------------- Legend: // - Lucid Fragments: In a strange narrow area with ladders everywhere used as platforms. A parking lot Possible dream signs: Taxi, Ladders
Updated 03-02-2014 at 01:25 PM by 63320
Night of March 2, 2014. Sunday. I am younger and in a stage of collecting stamps. My sister Marilyn (half-sister on my mother’s side) is alive again in the opening of my dream, but her face is changing back and forth from various unusual colors, somewhat reminiscent of how a series of usually smaller and older foreign stamps has the same face on different postal values but with different colors for each; red, yellow, purple, green, and so on, in various shades. She is at a table in her living room and appears to be having a small meal. Later, during the more vivid and longer part of my dream, I am not certain of where I am, but I own at least one very large cardboard box full of materials mostly relating to a stamp collection. As I dig deeper down into the box, more and more complete letters and catalog-sized envelopes, most from primarily Eastern Europe, China, and India, are visible (with the stamps still on the original mailings - most of them unopened or resealed perhaps). There is also a smaller stamp album where the stamps (Poland, Hungary, and Romania, I believe - those countries often had the most attractive postage stamps during one time period) are displayed in rows held by thin sheets of transparent plastic in no particular order. The beauty of the stamps and other variously-colored and textured paper materials is impressive to me. As I go deeper (placing some of the materials on an adjacent table), there are several old but unopened A4 manilla envelopes from India near the bottom with at least seven or eight older India stamps (1940s-1950s) in each upper right corner, some with various types of “scribbling” as cancellation/postal marks and other features. Eventually, I also notice black and white graphic novels, similar to the type of the older Warren publications. I do not understand the plot, though, as the writing is mostly all in Sanskrit, although some like a mix of Hindi and Chinese, with only a few English translations written by hand here and there. I feel very peaceful and happy about the box for some reason. There are a few other unknown characters around. I am proud of my collection and enjoying the multicolored pleasures of what almost seems to hold endless potential. There are a few other pages of comic-book-like papers, seemingly in English, but the individual letters are spread out somewhat web-like and too “blurry” to read (much like ghost frequencies on a spectrograph in appearance). (This part was precognitive. I just recently found a link on the “Wayback Machine” that had a lot of older comic books in PDF format. Most of them are readable, it seems. Some of them, though, were identical in appearance to the effect in this dream, probably from being saved in too low a resolution and unreadable. Also, many turned out to be older Warren publications as my dream implied - I had not used the site in that particular manner or purpose at any earlier time.) Part of this is also based on real life. Years ago, as a young teen, I sometimes bought a larger bulk pack of discarded postal materials, usually envelopes and such with the stamps still on them in various conditions - of which I actually preferred to isolating and collecting the individual stamps themselves regardless of the fair amount of space they took up (I even had chests-of-drawers sitting atop other chests-of-drawers for extra storage space). The envelopes were of various colors and intriguing textures and all the various addresses in different languages still on the envelopes and used postcards and such. During this time, I decided to give one of my favorites, an unusual envelope (with several stamps, a few still in blocks) from India with a sort of almost corrugated-like texture and writing all over it, to my sister Marilyn by mailing it to her (Florida to Wisconsin). She liked getting it and asked me where I got it. Apparently they did not have these bulk collections available where she lived at the time. Eventually, I sold a part of my collection for only a hundred dollars when I needed more money (by which in afterthought I should have sold to a collector instead of a company). Finishing this entry for the online version, I noted this from a website (linns.com, under “Soaker’s remorse”.) “How many interesting, valuable or historically significant old folded letters or envelopes with stamps and postmarks (known as "covers” to stamp collectors) do you suppose have been destroyed by people who did not know what they were doing?“ Interesting. Another play on "everyman” (or “normal” society) I think.
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