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So I had an unexpected lucid after expecting it to happen during the night and giving up.

I was in my room and all of a sudden I realized I was dreaming. I don't remember the very first beginning of the dream. I was like 'Oh man this can't be a dream, it's too real to be a dream' but I did a RC to just be sure of it and Whops! How the hell?...
I felt the need to do something, and I felt my body taking off and I did a little flight towards the door. I opened it and went downstairs. 'What should I do?!' I went to the bathroom and thought 'Okay I'm going to try to go to another place' so I thought of this place I was so anxious to see, an endless green field with just an enormous tree and an electric sky full of planets and stars. I thought of it, expected it to appear and then opened the bathroom door. Nothing, it didn't work. So I tried again. 'Okay, when I open the door it will be there'. I opened it a second time and nothing. This time it was not the same bathroom, but some big public hot springs. 'Fuck this!'

I went to the living room and thought 'Okay, I'll try to summon a friend of mine', so I thought of him and expected him to be there watching the TV. I opened the door and he appeared. Not only him but two copies of him. 'The hell did I do...?' I wanted to talk to him but he was way too rude. So I disturbed the hell out of him and then woke up. Fuck you dream character.

After this I woke up into another dream and told a friend of mine that I just had had lucid. I did a RC but it failed, so the dream just went on for a while and then I woke up.

UHHHH yeah this won't be a dream post but I'll put the basic goals I'm hoping to get out of this dream journal.
First of all I want to be lucid more often.
I want to have better recall.
I want to write down my dreams every day no matter what.
I want to maintain the thought of dreaming.
And I want my dreams in a place where they won't be easily lost.
(though the part where anyone can read 'em makes me nervous but oh well)

Formatting-wise ...
EH. On the one hand I was kinda interested in making things all official and having a certain process and junk, but I think I'll just start writing dreams down and see if I notice a pattern that can then become consistent. Or something. Hm.

Hi, I had a more complex dream today which was harder to interpret googling dream meanings.
Instead of the usual car driving by others, or me, crashing or not, I was inside a tight bulldozer (my father used to repair those, I helped in my childhood). Plus, there were some kind of alien or weird creatures, never happened before. The rest is traditional and conventional:

I was repairing inside a bulldozer, in narrow places, wearing pajamas, on a sunday. (thats not my job, I was quality manager, never on construction). But my deceased father did that job.

Inside the machine, were two small gel shaped creatures or aliens (ugly odd, not horrible or threatening). Both green or brownish, the smaller was a kind of a pet of the bigger one. The bigger one was "taken " by an invisible hand, and while he was being taken, wrote some hieroglyphs/symbols on the dust of the machine with the tip of his fingers, to transmit a message to someone. His pet went further inside the machine and I could not find him.

Shortly after,, my (deceased) ex boss came unexpectedly and started using the bulldozer to clean around the place, I guessed it must had been his factory or something. He was a hands on guy. Some other people appeared in crowded poshy car.

I felt exposed being outside wearing pajamas and a robe. Tried to drive a car (failed), someone pointed out I was driving up some stairs, tried to drive some other steep road uphill with no success.

I gave up the car and tried to fluctuate in the air, down hill with some difficulties to move, went down some stairs close to some girls but more oddly since I could not fly, I tried to disguise that fail, trying to walk upside down using my hands...

It was a partially lucid dream.

Context notes (as required to explain what I am emotionally facing)

1) This ex-boss for my longest working period, 6 years had fired me8 years agi in a strong emotive context on his side, like when he fires most of his employees (30% were fired during 2 years). I was banned from the premises and he changed the locks. (I was one of his more trusted executive managers. Oddly, two persons were hired to replace me.) He was a all or nothing kind of person. Some years later he died as a direct result of his stressfull character. Now sometimes he appears in my dreams, without ever having direct interactions with me. I looked at him as a kind of father figure. My father died when I worked there and he was an absent, no positive rewarding parent. My boss also was a no-positive rewarding dude, rude, but successfull and nuveaux-riche.

2) A gifted friend tells me he has been trying to look after me from the other side.
I have dreamed about another previous job where I had thrived and living ex boss cameo, never about some other ex-jobs with less success. On the 90ies I had nightmares that I had to go back to the army. So, not sure if he appears as an authority figure, or as a cameo living deceased person.

3) I am presently demotivated, jobseeking for 2 years, trying to relocate my partner and dog to northern europe. I have ADHD, procrastinate a lot when stressed, start a lot of stuff without finishing. And feeling lost, drifting without knowing what to do, some home renovating, taking new courses for certification to switch to Oil Industry.

4) money is ending, feeling fear, frustrated, frying to feel faith. I know I can get anything I want, Always did, by positive thinking, but now it feels delusional instead of self confidence.

5) I never dream about my father, Only did once, after he died, I trust it was a real spiritual presence, we chatted shortly, I said I only wanted to have a chance to have said goodbye and that settled it.

Thanks a lot in advance for your opinions. The creature and the message intrigues me.

I had as usual multiple dreams and could only recall 2 of them, both very strange.

Dream 1

I was late for a science experiment so I arrived at a college after class to do the experiment. I had a piece of wire that I needed to create a "plasma" at the end, which was basically a pulsing light at the end of the wire that gave an electric shock when touched. I was following instructions on a leaflet on what to do. It then said I needed to apply the plasma under my tongue and that it would then project a larger image of my teeth but in building form on a screen to show what state my teeth were in. I placed the wire carefully on a table so that the plasma bit at the end didn't touch anything and went to brush my teeth and gargle some mouth wash. I was brushing thoroughly with a toothbrush but the head was that of a round electric toothbrush. I was being very thorough cleaning everything including the gums very carefully so they wouldn't bleed since I knew I hadn't brushed in a while and the gums were very soft and easy to damage. I used an antibacterial mouth wash then remembered I had some listerine that had been advertised "for people who spit blood when brushing". I rinsed my mouth with the listerine as well, but I had no sink to spit the soapy mess of mouth was and toothpaste. I spat it out onto a jersey and then realised what I had done and went to clean it off fast, but there was no stains on it and it wasn't even wet. Satisfied my mouth was clean as it was gonna get I placed the wire into my mouth. The "plasma" was now a very tiny glowing white dome with a dark base and I had to insert it so the flat side was touching the flesh under the tongue, but it went on the wrong way. I fiddled about with it until I got it the right way up, and then it morphed into a very tiny web cam that clamped itself into the flesh and began projecting the image onto a screen. What I saw was the gums and lines of ruined houses made out of computer chips that were crumbling and falling to pieces, and looked like brown moss around the bases to represent plaque. The tutor came up to see my progress and said "oh dear, doesn't look very good in there doesn't it?" I suddenly started to feel woozy. "That'll be the morphine" said the tutor. "Morphine?" I said drowsily. I began to panic as I was due for an operation soon and knew they were going to give me lots of morphine that I could overdose with this extra in my system. "Don't worry it's only a small amount" said the tutor. "It'll wear off quickly." I noticed the area under the tongue didn't hurt anymore and was numb. Just as well because if the little "plasma" bot in my mouth had pierced itself into the flesh to stay in one spot then it was going to sting coming out again. The dream then ended.

Dream 2

I was wearing a long red dress and a black cashmere jumper that had shrunk in the wash that the sleeves were halfway up my arms and gripping into the skin. I also was wearing my black and silver cross pendant. I was walking up some stairs following the person who owned the place, the walls were a tomato red colour, and as we reached the landing there was various trinkets hanging on the wall like a shop. I saw a charm necklace with charms of bibles, crosses and figurines of saints. I looked at it with awe and took it off the hanger. "Now where have I seen this design before..." I said. "Oh, that's a very popular necklace" said the owner. I looked down at my silver and black cross pendant which had tiny little crosses dangling off the huge cross made of pewter and faux gems and held it up. "Ah!" said the owner seeing its similar design. I put the necklace back on its hanger. "This one is more me though, more of a gothic look to it" I said looking at the pendant. "If you like goth then I think I know just the person for you" said the owner. "She's called Rachiel, but she is very particular about her friends." I was shown into a room that had a very small bar at the back. The room looked more like a chef's kitchen than a bar, and in the middle of the room was a large metal table and a woman was sat on top of it surrounded by other people wearing heavy metal gothic clothes. She had her hair in messy dreads and were of various shades of brown. Her face was almost completely decorated with piercings and she had various tatoos on her arms and wearing scraggy clothing. She was Rachiel, and she was head of this place. As I walked in she laughed in a mocking way and everyone else went quiet. "What in the hell is THAT?!" she shouted, glaring at me. The whole room stared right at me. I began to walk around the crowd towards the bar. She was saying other insulting things to me that I couldn't recall what she said, but I responded to her with "Whatever" and proceeded to the bar. "If you want to prove yourself to me then you'll order a" I can't recall the name of the drink she said. I knew what the recipe was in the dream but again I can't recall it, and I knew it was a potently spicy drink that could make a person gag. I leaned over to the barman and asked him "Does it have spices in it?" He didn't seem to acknowledge me at first and the rest of the room were eager to know if I was going to order it and drink it in front of them. I asked the barman again "Has it got spices in it?" The barman had a dirty face and a fat cigar inbetween his teeth. He grinned at me and nodded his head "Oooh yeah" he said. I looked around to see what else there was to drink. There was a few cheap lagers on tap and just a couple of bottles of spirits behind him, nothing special. I decided against ordering anything and walked towards Rachiel. Another girl with a black nose ring and dyed black hair questioned me. I stood at her side and without looking at her I said "Normally I would accept your challenge, but I am allergic to spices." She rolled up her eyes and grabbed hold of a small backpack saying something along the lines of "Come on guys, let's leave this loser to it" and a bunch of people left the room with her, leaving just me with Rachiel and a small number of lads around her. She didn't look very impressed with me. Then I noticed I had a shopping bag and inside it was a small number of things including an ibuprofen in inhaler form and a ventolin inhaler, and a bottle of cheap shower gel I bought from Aldi. The lid had popped off the shower gel and everything inside it was coated in the gel, only it wasn't gel it was now like a mixture of oil and honey that crystalized when dried on. I ran into a toilet area which was decorated in blue tiles and put the bag onto a shelf and began rummaging inside seeing what I could rescue. The ibuprofen inhaler looked like a small bottle of Ariel liquid gel and was unusable, so I discarded it. I frantically pulled out my ventolin inhaler and pulled it apart. The oily mess had dried on and would need a toothbrush to clear it out and lots of hot water, but I was in such a panic that I started breathing at the back of my throat. It wasn't an actual asthma attack as I couldn't feel anything in the chest, but I was getting just as loopy from hyperventilating and losing my footing. Someone helped to hold me upright. I thought about coughing but it would've been a clear cough and not needed, so I tried instead to calm down. I felt like such a weakling, a girl posing as a badly dressed goth entering a club led by a heavy metal goth gang having multiple allergies and asthma. A man rushed into the room with an oxygen mask, it was a paramedic in a very dark green cotton jumpsuit. I knew I didn't need it, but then I woke up coughing and wheezing with my chest rattling like crazy and kept dropping back to sleep almost recalling the dream from where it left off but more as a waking dream, rewriting it half awake. Every time I woke up I would say "Hand pick up the ball!" as a way of telling me to wake up properly and get out of bed. It took several attempts to properly wake up and get out of bed with me finally saying loudly "Hand pick up the ball!" and pulling the covers off me and pushing myself up.

Last night, I dreamt that I was in Venezuela. I was with a girl and we were waiting on another girl to come so we could lucid dream together. When she finally got there, I noticed she had a tattoo similar to the one on my shoulder blade. We went outside and I got pushed or something and had to scale a cold river that was partially frozen. I slipped a few times but finally made it up. When I did, I had spiked brass knuckles on my hands and had to fight some dudes. I wrestled them to the ground but then I left. I saw my cousin Cristiam and I wrestled him to the ground, pinned him, and then started punching him in the face and stomach.

All I remember in my dream was a group of people and maybe some driving. I also remember dreaming about my Magma M249 from Counter-Strike. I was able to select the colors and when selecting, I'd be in space looking at a cluster of colored stars.

Haven’t been interested in recalling dreams to extensive detail, except for a few that were just too overwhelming and crazy to generalize.

124+ Lucid dreams since the time I joined this site. Of course, with the other 1,022+ dream sets I’ve made, if I took time to see where I could’ve been lucid, the number would be much higher. Maybe there could’ve been more in the 2,000-3,000 dreams from 2011 to early 2014 recalled; the exact number of dreams recalled is still unknown seeing how I had different formats of clunking several dreams into one entry compared to the separate entries I’m doing on a separate program, and then combining it to as few entries on this site as possible. But by that point, it would just be a bias and problematic wondering how I would become aware of my existence in the dreaming state. Oh well, we all have to start somewhere.

It’s amazing how putting in a lot of hours within a few weeks that I did for image streaming last year would make dream recall easier. It’s just a matter of actually caring to have unwavering acknowledgement of all dreams, nonsensical, hidden with deep symbolism, or actually a potential to relate to helping quotidian lifestyles in waking life.

It’s hard being busy with the streaming of inspirations in my head in waking life, and wanting to do the same in the dreaming state. I think I prefer the former since there always seems to be a direction to go to fortunately.

To anyone that seems to have episodic struggles with lucid dreaming attempts: Persevere with your shittiness until you get good at it. It’s a constant struggle that you’ll just have to accept every now and then. If I couldn’t find some way to reduce how I react in the cluster of dreams filled with a myriad of emotions, or some inspiration to animate them, I highly doubt I would have any more incentive to recall them.

30.01.2014

Public Shower with Women (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

• Outside in public shower near a pool I guess
• At least three females diagonally front of me
• They're wearing bras and panties only
• One wears a light sky blue bra and panty
• I'm pause for a moment, and then wake up.

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30.01.2014

Riding a School Bus to Catch a Missed School Bus (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Yeah, that's pretty much it. It took a while before I decided to give up after doing something futile where I didn't even know the location of the school I was supposed to go to.

31.01.2014

Kingdom Hearts Themed Island? (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

All I know for the time being is that the island I was residing in the dream was related to Kingdom Hearts in some way. I don't know, it's just what's initially showing up in my mind.

I did all sorts of random things with dream characters, but I can't remember any significant or memorable moments. It had that weird feeling of accepting the illusion of comfort in a confined island, similar to what I'm sure the main characters had during their childhood.

03.02.2014

Clipboard of Teleportation & Wanting to Take a Photograph with Victoria (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I’m inside of a store that looks a lot like the H-E-B within my area in waking life. Apparently, I have a job in this dream, though I’m not sure what it is I’m doing specifically. I’m wearing a red polo shirt, seeing how that would be one of the default colors to wear along with some colored dress pants.

I’m holding a clipboard which I believe also had the color of red, and there’s paper attached under the clip. There’s a square that’s split into a series of smaller squares that are numbered.

05.02.2014

Petting a Horse/Dog Hybrid (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm petting a horse/dog hybrid that's vanilla colored.

I'm petting it, and then I move around the environment without any kind of indicator if I'm in a body or not. I seem to be able to go through walls, and I see a few wolves that are inside a dark area. They have yellow eyes, and have a mix of brown and black fur.

They seem to be friendly.

06.02.2014

Walking on Sand (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

>Walking on sand
>Entities that looked like they were lost and trying to find somewhere to go surround me
>I have to walk behind them and keep walking to convince them to move forward and being purified
>One of them transforms into an older man holding a brown folder, or binder

07.02.2014

Petting a Cat & Backing Up A Vehicle (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

>Petting a cat, enjoying experiencing the sensation of petting it

>Backing up a vehicle that I thought was a Blazer, ends up being a motorcycle

15.02.2014

Running Away From Robert Knepper & Prison (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I’m on the run, and it seems I’m helping some prisoners escape while trying to elude Robert Knepper. His hairstyle is similar to his role as T-Bag in Prison Break in Season 4 most specifically. I’m not too sure on what his overall composition was, but it seems he was shifting from a human body to something like a large insect composition.

I’m wearing an outfit similar to what Michael Scofield wore in Season 4 of Prison Break, except the sweater probably has a darker hue from this:

The closest I can associate to this transient form of is U3 from Resident Evil 4, except this time the overall color for the bottom region is a mix of brown and a few overlays of red, and other warm colors.

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Spoiler for u3:

Now, all that really mattered to me was making sure I kept moving forward, and that the prisoners I was saving can get out safely. I believe it was two females, or one female and a female, or maybe three individuals that I’m saving, but I’m not too sure because of the cluster of adrenaline and fear surging through my dream body.

My initial presumption was that I’m escorting Michelle Obama, and one of her daughters, or Obama and Michelle. Whatever the case, it seems that I keep implying that I’m saving them within the dream, but the more I try to avoid Knepper, the less I see the presumed dream characters. It’s really dark outside, and it doesn’t seem that I have to worry about security, light towers, or anything that would require systematic planning, or contingencies at all.

I noticed that I’m going through a cyclical process of running for a few times within the dream. It starts out with heading for a slope, and having to go upwards. The hill itself consists of brown dirt with a few rocky substances here and there, and there’s a set of light gray cemented stairs on my right that I can take to skip the grind work of going up the hill.

I take the opportunity, while constantly being weary of how Knepper may be close to chopping my body in half, to jump abnormally to skip a few steps of the stairs, and eventually reach the apex of the hill. I look down, and turn my head to the left to find a small house that I can go to that seems to lead to path of other houses that could be used as a shortcut, and give me more stalling time from Knepper.

17.02.2014

Shooting Arrows at Large White Monster (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Feels like I'm playing an MMORPG, and I have a Ranger role where I can shoot arrows that have a dark blue arrowhead with a light sky blue aura surrounding the tip.

There's a huge white whale like creature, or seal like creature that's coming after me. I click on the creature with a mouse click I'm presuming, and the character starts shooting arrows rapidly at it.

It seems the creature is pretty close to potentially eating the character, but I can't recall what happened next.

21.02.2014

Finger Gets Shot & Golden Retriever (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside of a house, and the dream characters, despite of not seeing them clearly

Running away, ran for a mile, came back to house, had to go up stairs

Open door, relative is there, golden retriverer barking at me at front door, but not biting me

He gets out of the house and pushes a lady that was with a guy.

Tells them to get out, closes the door, he goes back in, I do too, he gets mad, waves gun, I stay near door, back to door, sitting down telling him not to shoot, hands up, he shoots one of my finger, or fingernail


Reverts back to normal

28.02.2014

Someone is Kidnapped (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

>Someone is kidnapped, and I'm apparently trying to save them, even though I don't know who it is I'm after

>I'm listening to someone that seems to be the one taking the person hostage

>They're instructing me to do all sorts of things

>Relatives are suddenly involved in helping me out

>White SUV is being driven by a relative, never seen him ride one before of that color

>Female relative ends up going to clinic to get a prescription that's important for complying with the kidnapper's demands

>Dream shifts to where I'm at a docking area of some sort

>I head to a shed, and before I enter, I see a green frog outside

>I decided to play around with it, and started to throw it up a bit

>Then I went back to focusing in entering the shed

>Two floor panels near the entrance, I only step on one

>Open door

>Kidnapper, that sounds like an old and cerebral female, tells me I made the wrong move

>Apparently I wasn't allowed to get anyone to help me to comply with her demands

>Dream shifts to where I'm reading a manga that looks like Naruto Shippuden

>I see Kakashi, Obito, and Rin in their childhood years

>Kakashi and Rin are side by side, Obito is on the opposite side

>Someone is holding Obito's head as his body slowly elevates from being picked up

>Obito's head comes off, and only his scalp and hair remains within the person's grasp

>Kakashi and Rin freak out


>I can't take this dream anymore

04.03.2014

Peter Bergman, Running Away From Bombing, and Lady in Red Gives Up On Wedding (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Things start out at a luxurious hotel, and it takes a while before I realize that I’m dreaming. Some dream characters that come to mind is one that looked like Peter Bergman from the Young and the Restless:

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Along with Joshua Morrow as well:

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The latter doesn’t seem to show up until later on in the dream, but I’m quite confused on when he does arrive.

I honestly saw this dream as so nonsensical (and the ones a few days before it), that it wasn’t really enticing enough for me to type it down. So my memory is going to be a bit patchy due to wanting to forget this altogether.

The hotel room itself was comfortable enough for a gregarious conversation with the dream characters, and it also felt as if we were on the higher floor as well. I couldn’t make out the actual conversations streaming through, but it seems there’s a scheme to bomb part of the hotel apparently. I can’t recall how I specifically reacted, but I felt things were going to get intense very quickly.

Joshua Morrow comes in at some point, and I believe he’s wearing a brown jacket with some milky light brown fur around the collar, along with wearing regular denim blue jeans. He has his hairstyle groomed and gelled up:

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The dream overall has this celestial, blurry, and slightly dark overlay to it. It clearly made it prevalent that this was a dream, and it almost felt like the kind of atmospheric overlay you’d see at sunset, or something like that. While the dream characters are having a conversation over whatever, it seems that Peter Bergman has a control switch in his left hand. It’s a typical black box with a red button, and other small buttons in there as well.

He becomes impatient, and wants to click the switch now, which basically blows up everything within the room. No damages are done to me, him, and any other dream character that happened to be there. But my instinct was to run away before something more catastrophic would occur. Panic initiates, and I feel that somewhere during the run, I glanced over the window, and saw that people were already forming groups outside to see what was happening.

Joshua Morrow plays a significant role in this part to some extent, but my memory is kind of horrible at this point for what he really helped out on. All I could presume is that he helped me find a way for shortcuts to reduce suspicion from others that I, or anyone else in that same hotel room were advocates of the bombing event.

After this, the dream shifts, and despite of the inconsistency of the next dream, I felt this one had some correlation with the previous. Simply because the atmospheric overlay was the same, and my emotions at the time still had a high sense of adrenaline and fear of trying to escape from something.

I’m riding a motorcycle, and I’m driving parallel to someone that’s riding a motorcycle as well. The freeway we’re on is pretty spacious, though the perspective and perception is clearly abnormal. What seems to be large in front of us takes quite a while before it gets smaller. During this ride, I felt as if I was experiencing another virtual reality where an Asian female wearing a red dress wants to propose to me.

Her visage mixes around for a bit, and one was similar to someone in waking life. The moment I saw her face, I was questioning why she would want to propose to me when she’s already in a relationship in waking life. Maybe she wanted me to be the man of honor, but her expression clearly wasn’t one that was friendly, it was more sexual than needed.

Then her visage shifts around with other relative Asian facial compositions, and the shape shifting dream character looks more like she’s in her late 20s to early 30s. For the top section of her long red dress, there’s an “X” format of cloth wrapped around her breast region.

Snap back to the motorcycle riding, and I’m asking the dream character, who I can’t really see too well, on why she would propose, or want me to marry her. Whatever the dream character stated, it eventually ended the conversation, and it seems my reaction to it was that my concern was resolved in some way. Apparently, we were on our way to talk to that same Asian female, and once we met her, she called the wedding off.

I can’t remember anything else after that.

One dream I remember, I was hiding in a shady motel while being chased by criminals. I realized I was dreaming, and decided it would be fun to change gender to fool my foes. My form changed from the male I am into a very sly woman with long black beautiful hair, and a subtle complex darkness to her, like she had a mysterious history. It was very interesting, I put a hoody on and went out into the rainy afternoon. I felt the world looking at me as a female, and I looked back as one too. It felt completely different and alien to how feeling male feels, like I not only changed in appearance but also mind state, kind of like I felt completely female as I walked down the street. I got some complements on my long black hair, and felt like I was blushing from the males giving me the complements, thing is in real life I have no desires to be female or would blush from guys giving my hair complements I wonder how my mind nailed so perfectly the identity of a "mysterious" woman it was uncanny and completely natural during that dream.

I just don't know, what to make of it - so again I get lucid - I notice I dream out of nowhere - and again I run into toiletory problems..
That while not practising toilet-visit-initiated RCs any more for a long while..

It was so - I stand inside something like a big garage - get lucid - but don't bother to first of all sort my mind out for further sensible proceedings - no.
I think instantly, that I want a spaceship to abduct me, start getting the garage more into a hangar and open the hangar door with my mind with the firm expectation, to see a spaceship outside.

It was all darkish and there was something more like a tank - at least it was green - na well.
Then it comes again - I absolutely have to go to the toilet - but I do remember, that I can just go ahead and do that, if I don't manage to get over this stupid phenomenon in a dream.
No problem for the bedding - it has been tried.

So and then I somehow loose coherence with the narrative - could be because with giving in to something rather not so overly meta-conscious - I literally lost it.

I must have entered the not really yet convincing space-ship-tank, got to some upper department, hid away lying on my back in a coffin-small space.
This unlikely facility finally provided me with a means to reach the illusory but enormously relieving feeling of dream-peeing.
But - one could have predicted it - not dreaming me obviously - this wasn't entirely adequate a means.

Dripping on metal gave me away - it was a real tank by then - and a quite unfriendly soldier started knocking from outside.
At least everybody seemed to be militarily on one side - so nobody shot me - but they really were not pleased at all.

It turned out, what the whole scope of the problem was, when somebody dripping and quite annoyed clambered out of a lower department, proclaiming I had ruined a secret military operation by wetting him.
He even had a moustache.
And I keep reading here, that gravity doesn't work in dreams!?
And why did I have to go up somewhere in the first place anyway?



What is this all about suddenly??
This definitively can't go on like this!

This happens every once in a while, I'll wake up in the morning and realize that my phone alarm is turned off and its time to actually get up. I have no memory of doing this, and I also don't remember any of my dreams. Oh Well.

The dream starts with me arriving at "my home" somewhere in the San Francisco Bay Area. Apparently it is a house we recently acquired, and by we in this dream I mean my father and me, although my father is only there briefly at the beginning of the dream. The house is very old and will need significant repair work. There also is no furniture in it yet I think in this first scene.

When we arrive it is raining heavily, and my father expresses concern that the home's drains may not be good enough to handle it. And in fact in that moment, the rain is even heavier and the house starts to flood.

Suddenly we notice a cat in our house. It is a very sad looking starved black cat. It eagerly hops into my arms to get away from the water. At some point while I am holding it, it no longer has fur, and is a naked cat with an almost human expression of suffering on its face. Later in the dream the cat has fur again though. I vaguely notice that the cat has a collar, but I ignore it, because I want this to be my cat.

Another scene: there is no more rain, and a woman whom I know from church is in my house visiting, and I explain about the cat but that we have no cat food. She offers to go buy some. I request she buy two kinds for variety.

I am walking on what appears to be a large stretch of land belonging to my home. I am holding the cat in my arms. And we are both content. I feel remorse though over still not having checked the collar, so I do. The cat's name is Sheri, and the names and address and phone number of her owners are listed. I am surprised that she is from the other side of the bay.

I call the number. A teenager answers and she is delighted that the cat has been found. I give her my address and she will pick the cat up with her parents. After I hang up the cat seems to have an expression of delight on her face. Then a man appears who seems friendly at first but with a bit of creepy soon appearing. He fisrst appears outside.

Then I am inside. The home now is fully furnished as it may have been in the scene when the friend visited (not sure) but unlike the first scene. Also unlike the first scene no mention of my father and I am living in this home alone now. I sit down on the couch. Suddenly the man appears and sits down across the coffee table from me. He wonders why my crochet stuff is not here. I wonder how he knows I crochet. I notice the cat is not with me, and I think she disappeared to hide from the man. I have the sense that he is dangerous maybe even a murderer. He gets up and starts going up the stairs to look for the cat I think.

I realize that I never invited him inside the house. I have an image of him sneaking upstairs with a knife but I don't think he had a knife before. Not sure but maybe this is what happened in the house where the cat disappeared from, the man with a knife, maybe he killed someone there. But I don't know that and I don't know how I suspect that. All I do know is there is a creepy man in my house. I go outside to the car and dial 511, hoping to reach the non emergency police number. Because in my dream I think that having a strange man in my house uninvited does not wore want an emergency call! I explain to the police that I would appreciate an officer coming by my house to check this man out, but I sound defensive, like I know I don't have enough to go on to call the police. After all I do not know that he is a murderer, have no way of knowing.

Meanwhile the cat's family arrive. I explain about the man. They say to call the emergency police number because if it is the man they think it is, he killed grandma, the night the cat disappeared, and is wanted by the police.

I woke up before the police arrived or before the cat or man were seen again.

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Fragment: I remember going to a restaurant to meet my husband I think. I thought he said the restaurant was walking distance but when I start going there, I search for directions and discovered I would need to drive there.

Had Dream about a pen that never ran out of ink and some other stuff. Tried to recall some more, but I quickly forgot it.

Morning of March 6, 2014. Thursday.



My family and I are living in Brisbane in my dream. However, there is one part where I am in my old apartment on King Street - the middle one of the eastern side. I am looking at Google Maps and trying to determine where our house is from the above view, though the range is much closer than in reality. There is a fictional business full of stacks of old tires (on the corner of a block) where I can see them very closely from above (probably a link to Eco 3, where I worked as a teen), across from a similar business, where I first determine our house is supposed to be, which does not make much sense unless it is a much older image of the area before our house was built. There is a clear association of that area with the fictional restaurant that we owned and supposedly where we lived for a time - from a different dream - and I have intriguing false memories in-dream - of events and times there. I always find it interesting when dreams have clear associations and “memories” of fictional locations in prior dreams. Still, I eventually decide it is not the right location. Looking at the screen, I seem to see two Fifth Streets in a row (shown as 5th Street), running parallel, which seems very unlikely. I work out that one number is actually a six. (In real life, we have the same address as another in the same region, which seems sort of odd). (“Fifth Avenue”, though not directly associated with “Fifth Street”, is associated with unpleasant memories as a young adult, regarding both job injuries and highly corrupt authority, as well as it being the name of a candy bar I sometimes ate during the same time period - irony, I guess.)

I later discover that, for some reason, I have an unknown girl’s schoolbooks at a desk - which may have been either thrown out (perhaps even accidentally) or lost - and I or a family member had recently picked them up. There are three books in the set; the first is more like a textbook and it mostly shows images of military vehicles but there are not many question and answer sections, although there are various loose notebook pages with handwriting in pencil between some pages. I go through the pages for a reasonable amount of time. There are detailed drawings of larger trucks, jeeps, and tanks and the pages include details on various features of the vehicles and their purpose. I anticipate the next book and look through it, which is more workbook-like. I notice all or most of the work has been done, but I am still interested in a challenge of doing the work myself even though I see all the supposed answers. Most of the book is one long series of word associations in lists from phrases or partial phrases and it seems too cryptic in my opinion to make much sense as a task or assessment and I do not see the logic in any implied purpose. Each next phrase, starting from the top of the list, uses a word from the phrase before (with each continuing phrase having two spaces to fill). For example, one may be “He says that he ____ try”, followed by integrating one of the words into the blank of the next partial phrase, “____ you visit the admiral’s office to ____”, the first and second blank being “will”. Oddly, though, there are lines that are in Russian (only now and then), by which the words must be translated before going to next lines. I get the impression that the school was somehow training for the CIA or perhaps the army. I do not get to the third book before my dream shifts.

In the next section of my dream, I am walking through the neighborhood and notice an entire street of extremely decrepit and partially collapsed buildings. Most are residential, but there are also a couple larger business buildings on the corners of the block. I feel a bit strange (I guess a sort of mild embarrassment) living in a town with such features, as if the entire town may someday be like this and no one would maintain anything. There is concern that the front of some of the buildings might fall onto anyone walking through the area. (A neighbor has a garage like this in real life. The entire front is at an angle and there is a wider vertical crack almost all the way from top to bottom. Also, I missed, by mere seconds, an entire garage falling on me, while inside, when we lived in Brisbane years ago.) I talk to the mayor when he mentions that work may be done in the future. I tell him that the area should be transformed into a haunted-house-themed park. He seems to think I am being sarcastic and obnoxious, but I am actually sincere in my idea. I tell him it would draw more people to the town and boost the economy somewhat. (In real life, the town we live in is having more and more businesses closed, some because of the recurring floods, bankruptcy, and so on.)

I am eventually in a house of someone I do not know and the woman’s son and daughter are getting ready for school as she sits at a table in the living room or dining room. I have some sort of magical ability and create a large apple on the table with unusual properties. It is “doubled”; that is, more like two apples fused together into one so that it has two stalks and two calyx areas. The apple is somewhat angular, narrower at the bottom than some other varieties. The woman is seemingly not that impressed or even “bothered” by my magic and I move my hand about and it changes into a different variety of apple, growing slightly darker.

While at the school (location unknown), I decide to ask the girl to stay free for the day and she seems happy about not going into the school. Her brother is apparently still going and seems slightly annoyed. There is a picnic table where I move my hand over the surface and, directly under my right hand, two times in a row, a glass of water grows up from the table as I lift my hand from the surface each time. It seems an interesting magic trick in appearance and sensation. Picnic tables have always been a common feature in my dreams, even in unlikely locations (such as inside houses or in otherwise fancy restaurants).

A movie, documentary-like, is later made of my life, yet also seems to be “real” with the additional characters in their own lives supposedly as themselves. It stars Bill Cosby (yes, I know - highly unlikely to play me) as his “magical” character in “The Meteor Man” and Nicola Cowper as the girl who never went back to school from that day. It may relate to reviewing a couple older dreams such as “My Final Body” and "‘Meteor Men’ and the last of the gypsy carnivals”, because sometimes that happens, especially during the start of hypnopompia and surfacing recent associations.

There was also an offset section of my dream where my sister Marilyn, who had passed away recently, had a (fictional) younger relative who looked exactly like her and was in her house. It seemed vaguely comforting. This part also had a scene where I was looking at workbooks of some kind, on a coffee table, I think calculus or physics.

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Had a bit of a dry spell with recall, and since my dreams weren't that interesting, I forced myself to make a dream journal for today. It's pretty short...

Dream about trees and how done don't smell when they're cut down

Then there then I was on a cruise ship with a shit load of old people
Who also were like disgusting looking old

Playing on a minecraft server (dream) and we're doing stuff to make money
Then this one guy starts killing everyone else cause he's rich with money and I try to go after him with a sword to kill him but it turns out he can fly and I can not.

I feel like the last one could be symbolism for how the rich are so wealthy that they are untouchable by others. No matter what they do to you, you can't do anything to them. Also the minecraft world is symbolism for how everything was built from the ground up .

Past few nights have been uneventful. Some nights I've tried to lucid dream and some nights I got fed up trying. My dreams have been very uninteresting and uneventful. The only one I can recall was the one I had last night. I was trying to get disability aid for my condition and I had a solicitor at my house, only it wasn't my house. I knew that if I was to pass the test to prove that I was unfit for work I would have to do more than just talk about my condition, so I offered to make a cup of tea. I went into the kitchen and did my usual of lifting the kettle with 2 hands and wincing as the weight of the water hurt my wrist and fingers like it does. I was also wincing opening the door as it appeared it had gone into my arms in the dream, and as I went to sign a piece of document I was unable to grip the pen to write it, almost like I was the other day when I was signing a registered delivery. I told them I had fibromyalgia in my hands and it was difficult to write. The dream ended with me unable to recall anything else being said.

I knew this was reflecting how I felt about Atos forcing people into work and when I checked if I was eligible for DLA or something similar they only offered aid to people who were incapable of taking care of themselves or unable to walk. I'm not that bad but I got fears one day I'll try to leave the bed and I'll be in agony all over and not able to move a muscle.