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i dreampt i had relapsed a long time ago so i had just said fuck it i mine as well try acid now. so i went on a covert search for acid trying to figure out who i could call. meanwhile i was back in teh 7th grade classroom (which seems to be a reocurring theme) with ms.Aveson who was going around asking us to come up with metaphors. my metaphors sucked and i read the words out of the book the wrong way.

anyway i was with like these 2 dudes in a hotel room and i had fed them this red pil which was supposed to give them energy or something stupid. the only thing is the pill, you had to like melt it into the wall and then it would (not sure this can even be explained) somehow go into their mouth. the first guy was fine. but the second guy i didnt melt it into the wall and put it directly into his mouth, and he immediatley passed the fuck out. i tried to wake him up for a long time using everything i could but nothing was working. i grabbed his balls and that seemed to work. he woke up real fast and was like "dude did u just grab my balls" and i was like "yup"

the other weird part of the dream was that i was in this huge field with all these kreepy lil fucking anaimals that i dont even think are real. one of the animals was this lil black and white rodent with a pointed kinda face, sharp teeth and claws, that was just trying to kill everything. i told that lil fucker to stop after he went after this really cute cat. i chased him and saw him closing in on the cat who had gone into a bathroom stall. then this hunter who comes out of no where shoots the lil muthe fucker. immmediatley his whole pelt comes off and i ask the hunter if i can keep the skin.. he says yes. i ask em. what kinda animal was this. and hes like "its a bear cat'

which made me go "ohhhh" becasue earlier in the dream, the lil rodent had found a flyer of himself and asked "what is a bearcat".

I was spending the weekend at my mom's after coming home for the weekend. The house was located in a jungle-like setting, with a color palette of pinks and greens. The main color of the house was tan, but had different colored designs painted around it.

Mom wanted to get out and explore because this was a new house and she hadn't gotten the chance since moving in. I followed her around the place and saw trees that kind of reminded me of the ones that bananas grow on. Near one of the trees, she spotted about six little eggs laying on the ground.

When she moved out of the way, I inspected them myself. A few, but not all, were cracked, so I was curious as to whether or not there were any baby birds inside of them. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something blue wiggling about. I took a closer look and saw what looked to be spiraled pipe cleaners laying a ways from the eggs. This was supposed to a bird, but it looked like an Unknown (pokemon) with an orange beak and blue feathers.

Things that stood out:

• School (I was home for the weekend)
• Mom (appears a lot in dreams)
• A jungle setting (I don't live anywhere near a jungle)
• Eggs (some shattered)

The last few nights I have dreams of planes crashing.

Date unknown - The first dream I was on the plane that was crashing. It was a small passenger plane, with about 6 or 7 other people, that was trying to ascend over a mountain after take off. I knew there was going to be trouble because the aircraft tilted heavily to the left as it left the pavement. The plane struggled but it did not make it over the steep mountain and crashed near the top.

Date unknown - In the second plane crash dream I can't remember the plot but I remember looking out a large window in an old Victorian style building that overlooked a large modern city and towards a river. It was night time and as I gazed out the window a large passenger plane fell out of the sky and crash landed nose first, where I could see it in the distance. It caused a huge explosion not of fire but of light and it illuminated the whole sky before it faded and everything went dark again.

April 20th - I don't remember the subject of the dream I had last night but one image stayed with me when I woke up: I am looking down on a wooden coffin. It is open and inside lays a deceased woman wrapped tightly in a white shroud so that only her face is visible. Her body from head to toe is covered in brightly colored flowers of all sorts. The flowers around her head are arranged to look like a halo and the flower over her heart is a large sunflower. She looks peaceful and her pale skin contrasts the bright lively flowers all around her.

I'm going to write my last dream since its the one I remember. Before I fell asleep I was telling myself I would dream about going to a place where there's farmland, sunny and with little houses parallel to each other around asia and I did. Except the houses and the floor looked like they were made out of straw or sand. It was very yellowy there..
Anyways... I was flying through the sky, looked down and saw my destination. I flew down and my intentions were to find someone else in the dream. Like shared dreaming. I was walking and saw a long haired long beard spirit like man walk through the house. Than I was like "oh crap. " I wanted to run but I didn't.
He was walking and I said " Hi, I'm looking for someone". Than all of a sudden he walked towards me and got brighter like he flashed and went inside me. Suddenly I could see images of a dark place with spirit like people and tombstones. They were walking going about their buisiness. After a few seconds it stopped and I began to walk scared looking for a tombstone that would probably be interesting to find and found a silver large oval like case with eyes on it.
That's when I appeared on my bed. And I felt someone hitting my back and my head but couldn't move. I yelled at it to stop. It did but than it tryed to cover both my eyes with its hands.I told it to stop again and suddenly a boy appeared under me. He held me and I was like "what are you doing?" But than I felt kind of safe. I could move now. In my mind I wanted to kiss him and I didn't.
Than he said it was ok if I wanted to have it with him and pulled me close to him. But than I was like no. I can't and got up out of my bed and that's when I noticed he was breathing really fast. I asked him " why are you breathing like that?" He said "I don't know" I think. That's when a sudden image of blood popped up into my mind. Than another one showed and I woke up. I don't believe in ghosts but I think I had this dream cause I was thinking about the past lives thing, and what if it was real and I really was some type of Asian lady in the past. Its funny cause in my second dream near the end I looked at a picture of pokemon cards and images popped up into my head of a lady running in a horse contest, supposedly she was the only girl. Than all of a sudden I hear a voice say hey, look at the faggot. Just cause he had long hair. <w< Well that was random..

UH so let's see, already wrote part of this dream down but now it's the day after I had it, oh well I'll post it real quick

Dream - Coastal School
So I dreamed I was wandering around this one odd abandoned school (or maybe just closed for the night) on the coast of some beach. I went into this nursery sort of area and found a plastic dinosaur that I for some reason found to be incredibly nostalgic. I picked it up and examined it: half of me was thinking that it was great to be reunited with this totally familiar dinosaur from my childhood, while the other half was surprised by how unfamiliar it seemed. I couldn't seem to remember having a stegosaurus toy with that tan/orange coloration in the sort of rearing position it was frozen in, but the nostalgic feeling was overwhelming. I couldn't help but be happy to see it.

Then, in the same area, the dream switched to third person and I started observing Redwall characters (for those of you that haven't read the books, it's a series about anthropomorphic animals like mice and squirrels set in Medieval times). I watched as a hare (one of the good guys) with an injured leg stumbled ashore, pursued by various rats (bad guys). He managed to evade them until he ended up cornered by two rats with his back to a door in the wall. With nowhere else to go, he managed to duck through.

Inside was warm and well-lit by a fireplace, and a rather strong-looking otter (good guy) sat in an armchair reading. There was another creature nearby, maybe a bird, who was a friend of the otter, but I can't remember details about him. The otter looked up to see the injured hare stumble in and then collapse on his floor after only a few steps, then saw the two rats starting to enter. Having apparently sized up the situation, he started to get up, saying "I know what's going in the stew tonight" (good guy?) as he started to move towards the rats. And then I'm not sure what happened next. I just remember knowing for a fact that this powerful, cultured otter, with his well-kept home, was about to kill and eat two rats who supposedly deserved it. I'm not sure how that made me feel.

April 20, 2014, Dream #2: I am hanging out in the third floor on-call room of a hospital along with some medical student with a longish face who is wearing a white lab coat. The room has floor-to-ceiling windows and looking outwards through the windows I can see directly and clearly into an administrative-type office with five women in it, one floor below and perhaps thirty feet away. The women are dressed in business attire and approximately 25 years old each. They all know each other and are comfortable together, like good friends or BFF’s. Two of them start to kiss fairly passionately, to the amusement of the other three. I continue to watch, also amused, not shocked or disturbed by this in any way.

There comes a moment where one woman notices me watching, and calls it to the attention of the others. I give them a wave, “intentionally coy” to convey the non-verbal expression of “I see/caught you” and also simultaneously conveying my non-judgmental amusement, identical to their own.

One of the five women is kind of hefty, but quite pretty. She is the one who picks up an old-style corded phone receiver from the desk, and calls into our on-call room. The phone she uses is plain black and has the old-style illuminated clear plastic push-buttons for switching between multiple lines. She clearly knows of our room, where it is in the building, and that it looks down into their own office. She obviously also knows the extension to reach us. I answer the phone. Her voice is not clear. It is breaking up like a bad cell phone connection, yet I understand that she is asking me if I would like to come down and meet her. I am married, but I don’t tell her that for the reason I am saying no. I just tell her “no, not right now.”

When the conversation ends, I turn to the medical student/ resident in the lab coat and ask him if he wants to come with me on rounds to see the post-op patients, write orders and pull chest tubes while Dr. T*** is in the operating room. He says no. I say, no problem, I remember what the work load was like while I was in medical school and I can sympathize with how tired and overworked/overwhelmed one can get by the program load and testing. I wake.

April 20, 2014, Dream #1: I am walking, carrying my long wool winter coat on a coat hanger. I squeeze through the opening of a chain-link fence that is sloppily locked with an over-long chain and lock, allowing my body to fit through sideways. The place I am leaving as I slip through is an otherwise empty baseball field/park. I find myself turning a corner to my right to continue down an urban street, and now a chain-link fence is on my left, right at the border of the curb and the street for as long as I can see up ahead. On my side of the fence is an African-American man, seemingly nice, but a stranger. He says something to me about taking a shuttle if I have things to carry. Tall buildings are on my right. Behind me, on the street side of the fence, subways and buildings disgorge thousands upon thousands of people, all intent on going home at the same time. The size of the crowd is stupendous.

As I walk on my side of the fence with relatively few people on it (maybe fifteen) a businessman in a suit starts exclaiming he was stuck by a needle. His concern seems to be it might have been contaminated with H.I.V. He makes quite a fuss. Out of all the possible people who did it is a blonde woman in the crowd who is with two or three other women. From a window three or four stories up, a shower of short human hair (as from the floor of a barber shop) rains down at the same time the man is making his fuss. I wake.

Non Lucid
Technique; WBTB


I was in this classroom. Filled with people i knew off and some of them friends from my own life. This class was all muddled up and the teacher was pretty intimidating! She was french and wanted our homework which was something to do with lego pieces if I remember correctly...homework of which I didn't possess
The girl from Heroes (Hayden Panettiere) was the girl I liked in this dream... not surprising hahah although she had a boyfriend. I wasn't myself though, my character was called Louis -same personality though-

I was then on a train... and I asked myself "Why am I on this train? Where am I!?" Once the train did stop though I was greeted by (Hayden) and her boyfriend and we proceeded to roam about. `
Little did I know that is was an awful idea... the area was filled with monsters of the kind from the film Grave Encounters. As i was walking with her boyfriend we heard her scream in the distance so we ran to her to find nothing... so we split. As i was confronted by this monster I suddenly morphed my face to be like there's and screamed back and it ran off. By the end of the dream we saved her and all was good.

So, this is the first dream I write down in a long time... bad me, I know.

Anyway, it all started in a rural area of England. I was visiting a nature conservation area, it was a forest of breathtaking beauty! But not in perfection or order, but in raw expression of nature and life! I was travelling inside this forest by boat along rivers. Trees stretches over the water, covered by moss that showed their antiquity. What struck me the most was the smell... it smelt so wonderful in this forest, the smell of forests in all its glory!

As came to a small lake i decided to dive in and swim around. It was wonderful, I felt so much at one with nature! I was afraid of leeches or other parasites in the water, but after inspecting my body I could find no trace of such creatures.

Later, still in the same dream I think, i had returned to the city. A giant fire had broken out, and everyone was scrambling to get out of the city. I ran to a friend, who was at a barber shop a few blocks away. He say there was no fire, just because he could see no fire outside his windows. We (I had another friend along) finally managed to convince him to leave. We ran out towards the forest, knowing that by passing through it we would reach another city.

Many others was fleeing the same way. Oddly enough, there were many races from the Elder scrolls games that was there, and instead of just fleeing they attacked us! I tried to make them stop, but had to fight through them. We fought with medieval weapons, I had a sword that I don't know where I got from...

Morning of April 20, 2014. Sunday.



This dream is fairly long but does not have a coherent plot or theme. It mostly involves slowly going from an unknown city (which may be part of a composite including La Crosse and Brisbane) into an unknown forest, which then becomes a bit denser, although it seems to have a few old abandoned buildings. As I do so, I feel better and better.

There is one setting prior to going into the woods to the east that appears to be my sister’s house but which is actually some sort of school or is at least set up as such. Somehow, I am apparently a young student (possibly sixth grade, though later everyone seems a bit younger) but am not directly active in any class even though I sense I could be or should be. Instead, I walk around noticing that the area looks more like some sort of complex display of various interesting colorful magazines and puzzle books. Some are upright on stands and others are arranged evenly, spread over tables in playing-card-like spans. For some reason, I feel very cheerful at this point even though in the back of my mind I think I should be spending more time directly taking any classes at the scene.

The teacher and students are all unknown. As I am walking along, a few seemingly cheerful students follow me. They seem to care a lot about me (or my destination) and I make a sincere comment of how I wish I was much younger again. This seems to create a strong presence of believing that people of the same age get along much better and that this part of my dream is somehow unique in that it is supposedly unusual for people of different ages to socialize at all.

At any rate, the sense of cheerfulness is quite elevated. A bit later, we go into an area that is somehow associated with Yakov Smirnoff. This could be some sort of rude juvenile play on words, though it is a name I have no real clue about even though it sounds vaguely familiar (something from many years ago, perhaps). I am thinking that it may be a famous tennis player or skier, or more likely a political figure, I begin to reason. My dream then distorts the name into “Yarkov Smornov” and I eventually get the idea that the name or anything similar to it is completely fictional (though it is not - he is actually a Soviet-born American comedian that I really have never seen much of in my lifetime). Thinking on it, I notice that “Yakov’s” reversed letters read as “V Okay”, but that association is not complete to the scenario and why the name came up from “nowhere”. Because of this, it may have actual relevance to something in the near future, but on a very impersonal level.

00:00 Sunday 2014-04-20

04:45 bedtime

I'm amazed I remembered anything, to bed about 6 hours late and slept for only for about 5 hours, had a few shots of scotch near bedtime.

+ Disc Jockey contest, the new guy vs. me, he has a new-DJ handicap where he can score points much more easily.

+ Throwing thermal detonators in a "jedi knight, dark forces II" themed battle in hallways & around corners, and detonating mines in a dream-incubated battle scene, wow that didn't take long [just started playing it 2 days ago to add some imagination, mix things up a bit, incubate light saber use in dreams].

+ battle swimming through water with another team, I pass them but they attack

+ at the milk products counter I hand in my yogurt and they pull a lid for it that fits out from under something in the display case, I was concerned they wouldn't accept it at first (wtf?)

+ a guy/kid jumps off a rock from a high place landing below and people run to see if he's hurt (dirt bike canyon diving incubation probably).

+ entering a grocery store turnstile

Note: still no proper dream, never mind LD, but it's only the 3rd day after all... gotta have patience!

Date: Apr 20
Sleep Length: 4h + 3h (7h)
Techniques: DILD + WBTB
I just wanted to sleep. WBTB was a mistake.
I did lots of RC and Daytime Awareness before.
Dream Summary:
You can't call that a dream. I simply remember I was being a girl... for some reason. I'm not transgender, but I was being a girl.
edit: I just remembered I was wearing a shirt with a quote by someone called Harry or Henry, it was something satiric or cynic, and a friend of mine (L.R.) asked me if I was wearing a shirt by that Harry/Henry and we were talking about it
*happy that I suddenly remembered another fragment*
Vividness (1-15), Awareness (1-10), Length (min): 0/0/0
Emotions: none
Signs: none
Tags: transsexual?, girl

Originally Posted by The Cusp

I'm walking across a parking lot in RL when something shiny catches my attention. At first it looks like a christmas ornament, but as I get a little closer it looks like a pop can. There was a moment it literally changed. Then as I got closer again, i saw what it really was, the wrapper to some european chocolate bar.

When you try to fly in a dream and get stuck with shitty swimming physics. In real life, probably 99% of the movement you do while in a horizontal position is in the water swimming. Sure, there is a source of fictional flying to draw on bringing down that 99%, but it's not quite as strong as actual swimming. It's not just random that we get stuck with swimming physics when we try to fly, it's just a strong quantum probability. Unless you've never done any actual swimming. You can guesstimate these things.

The end result of collapsing one of these puppies depends entirely on it's assiciations. Like with the swimming example, if you've never gone swimming, odds are you won't get swimming physics when you try to fly. THese systems or probability waveforms are based on random events you've been exposed to. You either take the chaos magic approach of taking stock of what that archetype means to you to guesstimate it's outcome, or you take the ceremonial approach and plan out your experiences to build a structure with probabilities tilted in your favor.

If all matter exists as a particle and a waveform, and we are made of matter, then we should also exist as a waveform. I say that's what dreams are, the waveform counterpart to our waking particle reality.

Above is post 21 of this thread:

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http://www.dreamviews.com/beyond-dre...ml#post2097090

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I'm sick and sleeping too much. So happy that I have no family or close friends to nag me about my extreme laziness.

just now i Woke from this dream where I was standing with others in an auditorium, listening to a speaker. Then I am half awake, standing-up. Then I wake, a couple of times, standing with my head leaning on a metal, vertical, auditorium, pillar.

Then I woke a couple of times curled up on a couch, with my head propped up on my elbow.

Got up in a library.

Found a little diary 2011 "somebody male" Dixon. I'm a female Dixon.

I want to steal it to read it then return it like a library book.

Next I'm at a long, horizontal, coat hanger-bar. Magically, (as if moved by invisible psychic-ghost), the coats on hangers move (impossibly) into a different order.

Others who saw this start discussing the frightening, weired phenomenon.

I smile inside cos I thought I was the only witness and had better shut-up cos no one would believe me and they'd just think me mentally ill.

Then I feel cheeky and tell a lie. I say, in a false, deep voice:

"I did that" I've only been doing it a thousand years".

Wickedly!!! I was hoping that I could dupe them into believing that one of my "multiple-personalities" is a thousand year old Psychic (telekinetic) ghost.

I woke feeling happy, cheeky but secretly guilty for trying to dupe these folk by aggrandizing meeee.