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In this dream I was preparing some letters written for my son by his grandmothers and laying the letters and some presents out for my son in his classroom for some kind of a show and tell.

To my horror I noticed that one of his grandmothers had used an inappropriate word in the letter. I contemplated what to do: should I leave the letter here or take it. I looked back at the letter after having looked away, and the inappropriate word had changed into something benign. Instead of realizing that this was a reality check and that I was dreaming, I was relieved that the letter did not say anything inappropriate after all, and I figured I must have misread it before.

I was a bit disturbed that all the presents were pillows and nothing more exciting, but I figured I could not fix what his grandmas chose to give him.

Morning of March 4, 2014. Tuesday.



These are notes on more vivid, but rather abstract dream occurrences.

I am in an unknown almost entirely dark area and am not sure what is going on, though I am relaxed. I become aware of two three by three unit squares, supposedly on the “ground” or somehow elevated in an undefined space, a total of nine unit squares in each . However, they are actually together as a three by six square unit rectangle. I am aware of a female presence, not “full”, that is, an aspect of a female that is floating or moving over the area, not in body. For a moment, I am vaguely reminded of hopscotch, although the simple rectangular design of three by six squares is not like any hopscotch court I have seen. I focus on the idea of the number of squares, which is strangely difficult, because I incorrectly work out six times three as nineteen at first. I then realize that this is the first full stage of human life and it represents age eighteen in its simple construct. That is probably not the real meaning (assuming there even is any), but that is the meaning I seem to “logically” give it. Otherwise, it is just a six by three grid in a random, unknown space. Perhaps from birth and through life, there is a particular “hopscotch-like” path.

I am aware of a (I think) different female presence than before, which is seemingly “more” my wife at a different “stage”, perhaps. I am fairly certain that she is near me. I hear her speak a seemingly important request, “Calm me in 3520”. This seems to indicate a year in the distant future (although vaguely, I consider the time 3:52). Coming out of sleep into half-sleep without much hypnopompia, I ask her to repeat what she said (although the voice came from the dream - I do not think my wife had actually said anything). My wife is half-asleep in reality but awake enough to speak. I tell her that 3520 is too far ahead to expect to be alive in that year - and that there may not be any people then. She probably has no idea what I am talking about. She does speak aloud though, telling me that it is the year 1920. I tell her she is wrong and that we were not even born or even around then and she seems puzzled. Perhaps it is actually 2035 that relates to the request. I would be seventy-five then.

I fall back into a state where I then seem to be on a version of Deep Space Nine. I am wearing a large amount of (mostly silvery) jewelry everywhere, including a crown. Even though it seems a ridiculous amount of wealth and status, I feel very light in weight, as well as cheerful. Another person (male, I think) is near me. I appear to be fully human but as some sort of implied high royalty who is visiting the space station. We seem to be going through a narrow security checkpoint. Odo is the only character I recognize on the sidelines. No one speaks or complains about an apparent delay. I am the only one allowed to move freely through the area, past the checkpoint, uncertain as to why (even though the other character with me may be my assistant - am not sure). For a time, I then watch myself walking about as a “bejeweled” being. The whole environment is silvery (reflections from my jewels). No drama ensues.

I was at a AAA location I think, and I came to their desk and the guy said that they had a long waiting list. I said I had to either get my wheels aligned or get a hole in a tire patched and that I was not sure which. I asked where else I could do that, and he gave me directions to somewhere else.

***

I was driving somewhere with my mother. We stopped near some tall buildings to figure out where to go from there. The path seemed fairly straightforward.

***

My mother and I arrived at our home. My mother found some presents that she had given my husband and me the last time she was in town, and they were not unwrapped yet. They were loose tea leaves and some dress shirts.

Morning of March 4, 2014. Tuesday.



These are two dreams in the same entry. The first one involves an ability to transform into another person in appearance only. I am not sure exactly how it is done. I do not hold any of that person’s memory or abilities, I do not think, only the body appearance itself, it seems. It seems only vaguely related to a previous dream about relatives “inhabiting” the body of someone who has died during a sort of celebration or acknowledgement/wake period.

In the first part of my dream, I am near a storefront facing a large parking lot. For some reason, I “become” Naveen Andrews (though do not know the name in my dream at all). I am dressed in a black suit and am talking with a few female fans. Most of them are Hindi, one even with a large pot/vase of water on their head. I walk into a building later on and a man asks for my autograph. He hands me some paper and a pen, and then I realize that I have no idea what my celebrity name is. Instead of outright embarrassment and declining to sign “my” name, I write an autograph anyway. It is mostly a scribble of “m”, “n”, and “i” in a redundant series, with no discernible name, but the man seems happy upon attaining it and about our meeting.

I find someone I know as my true self (without changing into myself, though) and ask to borrow a pad that displays all the information on the television show “Lost”. I certainly now want to know the name of the celebrity I am supposed to be, so I know what name to sign when someone else asks for an autograph or when someone might ask if I am a certain person and I would know whether or not to say “yes”. The pad is complex technology with additional three-dimensional pockets and devices on the surface of which is all a viewing field with touchscreen options. The cast is listed in two expandable columns with small passport-like photos on the left of each entry. The first two are Terry O'Quinn, upper left, and Evangeline Lilly, upper right, with Naveen next left. However, instead of Naveen Andrews being listed correctly in the cast, I see that his name is Ruyard Nuttiger. (This name is not remotely familiar or meaningful in anyway - although it could be some sort of association with Rudyard Kipling and “new tiger” and associating Naveen with India.) From there, after learning who I am supposed to be pretending to be, I continue my walk in the public area. One area (originally thought to be some sort of mall) seems like the northern side of my middle school, which I do not recall dreaming of (at least with more correct locational appearances) in quite some time. No drama ensues and I walk eastward.

In another dream, which I would not call a nightmare (the emotions are not that strong or relating to fear), I am back at the King Street boarding house. This dream seems to have a slight association with the last dream of this location in relating to “bugs”/“worms” (virus association, most likely). There is a type of creature that goes through several stages. It is some sort of “termite” (only in a very loose sense of the word as a whole). I am on the Tenth Street side of the intersection. The different stages are very different from each other (I am not sure if some of it is relative to shape-shifting as a sort of temporary camouflage or not). One stage looks a lot like a white sand dollar. A group of “sand dollar stage termites” goes quickly after two other people (male and female), but I think only to protect more vulnerable creatures within other stages (which may be in cocoons). The other people are not hurt as they kick them away. Another is a giant antlion larva (giant “doodlebug”) that comes out from near the steps and then seems as large as a horse on the east outer wall of the house. It does not seem that threatening (but does appear to be in a defensive stance), but is still a sight that fills me with awe. Assuming they only eat houses and trees, I still do not want to be near these “monsters”, including the smaller ones.

There is even one stage where they look like actual termites. Who would have thought? I walk south to leave the area.

3/3/14 Monday

Last night, bed around 11pm - 5:45am

DR:
I'm at work. Carrying ballons. Some staff is sitting in a circle and somebody is bitching about something. I stand up and tell him to stop whining and bitching, and if he can't do it, he should just STFU and I'll do it. Everybody clapps.

DR:
I'm in a large highrise apartment building. Visiting my apartment manager. We are all suppose to go visit someone. Managers husband tells me, that their daughter is going to be walking through my room, so I may wanna hide my valuables. I'm like, I don't care just about my valuables, I don't want nobody to go through my shit.

They are waiting for me outside in a car, while I get dressed and get ready. As I'm leaving, I see this daughter peeking through the window by the entry door into the apartment. I'm like, shit, I really don't wanna go and leave my room unattended. So I walk outside, they are in a red car. They open a door from inside as they see me coming. I tell them I can't go and I return back upstairs.

I can't find the apartment. It's a new place and I never noticed how the door looks like, or the number of apartment. So I go to this gym in the building, which I know they own.

I walk inside and a girl behind the counter on the left is wearing a ninja mask. I'm thinking, nice, goes with the ninja gym theme. I see pictures of the owners on the wall and I'm telling the girl, that I know them and to help me find their apartment by telling me the number. Somebody else walks in and he is like wtf is she doing here.

Both dreams, but the second one more, were very vivid and detailed.

Thank you.

... So I haven't posted there for a while.
I don't feel like writing but I still want to post a dream, so here's one that I already wrote on my computer long ago.
This is a little out-dated, and it is the beginning of a serie(ish) of lucid dreams that I got after it so when I look back I feel a little foolish.

Also, this is a DEILD from another interesting lucid in the same place.
After it, I DEILDed again - the Titans had taken over the world (or the general territory) and destroyed part of the city.


I DEILDed from a lucid dream in the same landscape.
I'm in that square piece of grass, surrounded by some greek-like "pillars" that are really just there for decoration.
I randomly try a cork out (flipping/twisting kick), remembering part of the right technique (foot placement). I fail twice, but make it the third time. *Would that be the same IRL?* (I can do it IRL now ). I try to recall some of the goals I had, and because I already procrastinated the "Epic Titan fight" in the dream before, I decide to go ahead and try that out.

"Titans !!", I scream.

I'm trying to look freaked out, just like I did in the "Zombi break out" dream. It takes a bit more time than I expected, but eventually a huge, baby-like giant (about as tall as a big tree - 3 to 4 floors) runs out of the forest, followed by others Titans of slightly different height.
I decide to wait until they get to the city, and when they do, I fly to one of them, use the AoT maneuvreur gear to swing past his neck, and cut right through the nape of it (the neck ).
I get back on the ground and, fearing that I might not be able to fly as easily as I'd like, try to use the gear again.
Doesn't work. Well, whatever, I'll just use the traditional way.
I put my hands in front of me and push in the air, and I use telekinesis to fight the monsters. It does not work at all at first, but then I take the "control disk" (really gotta find a name for it someday) and it does the work better. Still, my control isn't as huge as what I could get it, but the guy is so massive, it would require a lot of control to throw him away.
I keep on fighting for about 15 minutes (mostly flying and maneuvreuring through the Titans), until I realize that a guy that should be dead isn't.

"Yeah you have to cut me twice", he says.

Sure, I could have used two swords, but for some weird reason I freak out, and after realizing that there is more like him, I get the heck away to the square of grass, where I feel the dream fading away.

I'm wearing my panda hat, and keep walking up and down this place I'm at. I'm trying to avoid these adults for some reason. They'll tell me to get to the room were everyone is going, so I keep acting like I have shit to do. I decide to go into the bathroom to pretend I have to use the restroom. The whole time my panda hat keep falling off to the ground and I don't feel it until I randomly realize it's not on my head and have to run and retrace my steps to find it before someone jacks it. I get into the restroom and there's not light, just daylight from outside so it's kinda dim. There's a human at the mirror doing something, I pay them no attention and try to find a stall, but they're all dirty or the stall doors are too short or somethings wrong with them in some way, so I decide to exit the bathroom but from the other door. I walk out and begin walking to this restaurant/gas station type things because I see that there's a lot of people loitering. I drop my hat a few times on the way, and I enter through the side glass door, my friends boyfriend runs up to me looking panicked carrying his girlfriend in his arms and with his hand over her heart. He pleads for me to help her, make her breathe again. So I put my left hand on her heart and turn my head away for some reason feeling disappointed, and after a few seconds she begins to breathe and slowly awakens dazed. He asks me how I do it, and I say "we're shy around each other is all", then I get up and walk back out the door I came in from. I walk down towards the bathroom again not knowing where I should go for sure, then I realize my hat had fallen off my head again, I panic and run around to find it but sudden;y a huge crowd is all around me trying to get places some going left some going right, and I can't see where my hat went. I see this woman with a panda hat in her hand, I run over and snatch it from her and run, Then I realize it's not mine because this one is really dirty and my names isn't on the inside tag, so I return it to her and apologize. Then I see this woman come to the view through the crowd and she has a panda hat bright white clean like mine, and she gives me this fearful look like I caught her and she starts to make a run for it, but I snatch it from her and she tries to get it back but I yell at her that it's mine and then I begin to question whether it is mine so I look at the inner tag and see my name written on it in my sisters hand writing and I yell "HA!" at the woman and she looks busted and I walk off and put it back on my head and finally hold on to it better through the paw pockets, but now everyone walking passed and towards me are giving me dirty looks.

*reminder to self: write full dream down after exam

dream:
-BS was in my dream again. I tried to summon a door so I could teleport (non-lucid)
-some sad story about a women living in harsh occultist time. She got tormented because she disobeyed their laws.

1. I’m in Ragnarok Online out in desert-like areas. I’m trying to get to this one place I know. I don’t recognize the areas I’m in. There are creatures, some of them hostile, that I avoid. At one point there was this big bull-like creature, and some lizards. I also see a few places that look like little houses. The sound effect in the background (bird chirping??) was the one often played in forested areas.

Inspiration: I was thinking about RO last night.

2. Liquid in the large metal mixing bowl, to be mixed with thicker substances.

Inspiration: Just like the chocolate chip cookies I made a few days ago, it was stressful because I had to make a crap-ton.

3. Me looking down on a burrito on a plate and water in a container, confusedly wondering why I’m here.

Inspiration: This one is ironic, haven’t had burritos in a while, but just today mom asked me to make her one.

I’m sitting in class in the front row on the right. The teacher puts down a sheet of paper on my tan desk. I pick it up and look it at. I got 800 points on my math homework. I think that sounds good.

My [old] friend Liz looks back at me from the desk in front of me tells me she got a 400 (or was it 600?) and that higher is bad. I ask how low you have to get for it to be good. I can’t remember what she said.

Suddenly, my cat Smoke jumps onto my lap. The teacher, who’s handing out papers to the row right of me watches as I obediently put him down on the floor.

-Gap-

There’s a sign-up sheet for “Misery”. Apparently you submit a picture with the theme and whoever wins gets something. I point it out to Liz. There’s a picture on there someone drew directly in a box of a face with pierced lips. I find it more funny than ‘miserable’ looking. Sitting back in our seats, I tell Liz I want to join but don’t have any pictures with me. She gets up and says that she’ll sign me up as a placeholder as I go get a picture.

I know just the one I want to use. It’s a picturesque landscape scene with a cabin in it, the whole thing is drawn in blue, and it’s raining. I find it lovely, but some might find it miserable.

Liz is worried about posting pictures up there without credit though. I say that I’ll make sure it has the source written on it.

-Jump-

I’m looking through booklets with sheets of paper, and point a spread out to Liz as a good candidate for ‘Misery’. It’s lineart of Gamzee and Karkat dressed up as hoodlums looking glum, and Gamzee has a cigarette in his mouth. I stop and consider if it’d be allowed as a submission because of that.

Inspirations: Maybe because of the Ella dream. The drawn face reminds me of Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff. Gamzee and Karkat because I’ve been thinking about Homestuck lately since getting back into method of loci, as I used to use Homestuck flash game maps for mind palaces. 'Sourcing' from fanart issues in fandom.

3/2/14**

Late posting, will just post quick tags for my record:

As in last post:

Awareness work type: retracing my steps (&looking at myself from the outside)
Pre bed & short wbtb: visualization, interacting with desired DCs: Scarlett, Girl Friday, Wife
wbtb: as above + very short SSILD session, closed eye teleport attempts

1st LD, WILD based entry though not sure maintained consciousness but remember realizing that I can see through my sleep mask. In home and didn't get very far.

later in morning DILD=group, no respect, bottle rocket into sky creates an usual display and I realize I am dreaming. Fly up, fly back down to slap around the disrespectful for fun, sexy time, more flying. 112&113

My IRL sisters are visiting me and we've been bickering as we walk to the door of my IRL house. There's a dead girl standing in the driveway, staring at the door, and - sarcastically, it's related to what we were bickering about - I say to her something along the lines of "Well? Are you coming in, too?" This is said more for my sisters' benefit than for the dead girl; she doesn't seem to react.

Inside, I get online and read a news article. The powerful old guard of some country have been giving themselves promotions. One man is referred to by the titles Ulmo (name taken from Tolkien, but at the time I believed it was a reference to some eastern European mythology) and Eleusis, and a rank which translates to Old Knight. The Ulmo of myth is (in this dream) associated with beginnings and the dawn, and that was symbolic for this man's political duties, but as these people have given themselves promotions those myth-derived titles have become more literal - he can now literally control dawn, and other forms of time related to the beginnings of things.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

There's a caterpillar in my IRL house. I pick it up, and although it keeps wriggling away, I eventually manage to take it outside. When I put it down in the grass, it immediately tries to get back inside, and I realize there's a beetle out there it's trying to get away from. The beetle tells me that this is the spirit of a dead girl. It tells me a story about this girl and a hockey player who's also now dead, and about two guys who took a deal not to talk about something that happened between two hockey players and two girls. I see the hockey player and the dead girl on a train, and she's staring blankly into space with these wide, round eyes.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm watching an extended version of Near Dark with various extras. The one I'm watching seems to be an interview, but with the characters themselves, not the cast/crew. The family's standing around a Cadillac convertible, and Caleb's talking to someone about how he first joined the family, a long time ago. He'd been driving with a woman, she'd been drunk, when the family found them she hadn't realized the danger they were in. He talks about Mae, and then he holds up her hand and says "and lucky me - no ring." He laughs. Jesse looks a little disgusted by the way Caleb talks about Mae, but he laughs too. Caleb's wearing a belt buckle shaped like the head of a snake with fangs bared.

I decide to go back to the main menu. This isn't just for Near Dark, but for a wide variety of movies, and one displays a picture of John Constantine with a title that references immortality and love and/or betrayal. The menu images are constantly shifting, and he slips off the screen. There are at least two layers of the image, and I think of those layers as somehow acting as mirrors, both of the viewer and of each other. By changing the angle I'm standing at, I get Constantine back in view.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

Someone's telling a story. The listener asks, "Was it the wrath of heaven?" The storyteller shakes her head. "It was the wrath of the humans." Following someone's advice led to some captured human surviving and leaving the fortress where the storyteller lived, an isolated building in the center of a vast field stretching to the horizon, the only landmark I can see. He returned with many soldiers. As a disembodied observer standing on the top of that fortress, I can hear the soldiers shouting to each other. They're speaking Korean, I don't understand them.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

A setting based on a fantasy version of ancient China. An elegantly dressed woman is telling a terrified human man to "call me elder sister." He frantically agrees, although he nearly calls her something more along the lines of 'mistress' as he does so; he's thinking about her connection to his master. She releases him and walks off, through a fence, passing through the solid object like it's not there. Looking at this, the man says or thinks "What a way for owls to fly around at night."

A similar fantasy China setting. There's a man leading a human woman around a palace, talking about truth and the inability to lie. "Like this," the woman says, holding up the candle she was given by the woman who rules this place. It has words carved into it, which she believes promises her safe passage in some fashion. He laughs, and says that's a careful bit of phrasing, which causes her to look concerned. He reads it out, and it says something along the lines of "The human will want/feel no hunger." He points out that this statement will be true even if she stays here forever - she won't want food, she won't feel hunger. But actually eating solid food that will sustain her life, or returning to her own world to do so - that's a different subject entirely, and it's not covered by the carefully-phrased promise on the candle.

In a modern setting, I'm staying somewhere for the night with a small group of other people. Other groups are here as well, and there's concerns about space, so when I finally see the room we've been given I'm surprised by how big it is. There aren't many beds, but there's a lot of floor space, there should be no problem. We all sort out spaces for our bedrolls, and some of us go over the movies we have between us. I wonder if I can convince the others to put on Near Dark. The floor's becoming crowded, and I just manage to find a space for my backpack; on top of the backpack I place a stuffed animal shaped like a dog, which I'm aware contains a guardian dog spirit who protected me from the ghost of a dead girl earlier tonight.

1. Two animal-like creatures scuttling north along a road. Then they turn into Gon and Killua?

Inspiration: Maybe my previous road dream. And Gon & Killua because I recently saw one of my old goals with them and have been watching Hunter x Hunter.

2. Me and mom are in some woods. She holds back as I spot some pretty aquamarine colored marbles on the dirt ground and I start picking them up. To the left, I see a heaping pile of dirt, and realize that the ‘main piece’ must be there. I go over and kick the top off. I uncover a smaller bowling-pin shaped marble. There’s something small stuck inside of it but I didn’t get a close enough look to remember what.

3. I’m outside at grandma’s house. I walk up to the back porch and see a younger girl with longer, wavy blond hair sort of crouched underneath it at the back. For some reason, I think she’s mute, but then I realize she’s just deaf when she starts talking, and her voice is kind of loud. She starts writing her number down on a slip of pink paper.

I’m inside at the stove cooking, something about marshmallows and flour. There are people in the house that are similar to the family in Here Comes Honey Boo Boo.

I’m talking to my [old] school friend, Ella, (I think at different times it was on the phone and seeing her in her room omnisciently, it’s confusing), it’s in the future. I’m upset with her because I called her twice and left messages but she never called back. She sighs in exasperation and says that it must have been her dad; he apparently has a habit of meddling with the phone or something.

Inspirations: Maybe because grandma’s house is a memory palace. Number from my PAO system? Mute/deaf from blind dream? Cooking from WL cooking (recently made a S’mores with marshmallows and peanut butter cookies with flour). Recently talked to mom about Honey Boo Boo. Phone probably comes from previous dream with a phone.