Monday 4/21/14 Lastnight bed 9:15pm - 7:45am Woke up at 11pm with these dreams: 1) I'm between tracks at the train station. Standing by a black, matte, old fashioned but somewhat modern looking locomotive. It's 4 times bigger than normal locomotive. It's imposant. It belongs to me. I step accross the tracks to the left and I see another train coming and I know I'm gonna make it on time. I duck under another train that's not moving. I emerge by another huge black matte locomotive. It's not moving, but it's about to pull out. I run alongside looking for a door. I find one and hop on board. The whole train has only sleeper wagons. I wonder how it would be like to sleep in one compartment with 8 strangers. I decide to walk through the train to find out. I walk through a compartment that is large and has about 20 people in it. Some are sitting at the desk playing cards. I walk to another door and step over a boy in grey sweater and I apologise to him for him having to move so I can exit. He said no problem, that's what happens when you sit by the door. 2) I'm hovering over a steep street, that looks like a river that overflowed it's banks. There is a fast rushing water coming down the hill. Otherwise it's a normal street with cars and buildings. I see a car on the top, with a driver frantically waving at me. I think he is worried I'm gonna drown or he is gonna hit me. Another car is coming buy and my presence makes hem change direction, so he doesn't hit an innocent bystander, but he crashes and kills only self. I understand he was suicidal.
4/13, 4/19, 4/21 4/13/14* 1225+ 2? 620 while trying to wild I have an FA where I am writing an interesting line from my previous dream in my bedside dream journal and my wife pinches me in the butt as if to say what are you doing writing again in the middle of the night? After a moment I realize it is a false awakening (didn't count this one in my LD count as I think I quickly fell asleep in the FA) and later when I do wake up I remember it and I remember most of the line I was trying to write down because I was repeating it in my head during the false awakening . It was like one of those guys (I forget what you call them the guy is there to lure you in at a circus sideshow) and he was saying "step right up, come right in, come one come all. Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls of all ages behold the magnificent Ruska something something tuska?"...some kind of ryhme that I found to be funny and I did not want to forget. Then on to remembering my dream after the false awakening that led to a dild... My wife, my nephew & I are at some shopping mall and we are getting ready to head back home and I tease my nephew who seemed ready to go saying it will only take about 4.5 hours to get home. (Funny 4.5 hours just like my favorite wake back to bed time.) I turn around through the parking lot trying to go out a different way but suddenly I see an image of my side door to the garage and realize that is strange since we're not home yet could this be a dream? I'm confused for a moment. I told my wife that she better drive home and I will fly home in case this is some kind of vision of a break in that is really happening (doh!) and then I say wait a minute...fly...of course yes I am dreaming and I fly. I am back at home, most like waking life home and I tell myself to forget about the broken door since I am dreaming. I hear a woman singing lightly like she was following along with a song on the radio and I float/fly up over the fence and I do not see her in the side yard. I look up and see an open window and float up there to the second story and inside I see a man with his two young sons in a bedroom and I think of the prank task of the month and I say hey to one of the kids and duck out of sight like I am leaving but then I pop back up and scare the boy. I then go on to a lot of fun first calling the wife in to the room simply calling out hey wife come here and she even answers something like yes honey and comes into the room...at this point the father and kids disappear and I summon additional people doing additional fun games with them but not really pranks and I summon two more sets of people until the room was full with a lot of people. I may break down the details later in my dream journal...but it is a little embarrassing...nothing new I guess for my dream journal. (Ok so it basically was creating an orgy scene but the first time I just said let's bring over a bunch of the couple's friends. The attractiveness of the friends was not too good so for the 2nd set I said all of your beautiful friends and have them undress. It was still a mixed group of beautiful and not so beautiful people laying all over each other. I would say there were 20 or more people in the room. As I am looking at my creation still floating outside the open window. Before the orgy scene I had the wife undress. She was a little over weight but had very nice large breasts.) 133 4/19* ~1130 230? 5? 620-7late wbtb/nap light oatmeal. I am attempting to wild and I eventually get vibrations and I stay patient. It turns into a false awakening waking up on a couch at the top of the stairs in a house most like my current one. My son is sitting next to me on the couch. I can hear someone downstairs and I can see from my spot on the couch a woman down below although her face is just out of view. She is wearing black tights with a floral print. At first I wonder if it is "A" from up north but then I figured out it is and/or willed her to be "B" when she was in her 20's. This frisky thinking seemed to dematerialize my clothes which felt awkward for a moment with my son next to me but it's a dream I remind myself. As I am considering my next move, I lose the dream. WILDs..sometimes too fragile for me! 134 4/21* 11-1130 half awake. Set intention to wake at 4.5 hours and close! ~3:47 for wbtb, 6 wake from LD. Apple juice before bed. Nice and vivid NLDs before my DEILD. Clear, feeling the sun on my skin and the heat in the air, "knowing" it was midday around noon at a golf course with wife in golf attire. Later I think I had my 2nd case of true SP. It led to a DEILD! I was awoken by something and felt like I was being held down, but after trying to move and not being able to, I realized the situation and stayed calm and turned it positive! I have felt heaviness several times before but usually recognize the feeling before attempting to struggle so some of those may have been different. I started imagining a beautiful woman was on top of me and sure enough, very nice! She is also the same nationality as my wife. We have full blown realistic feeling sex in a large hotel room bed, apparently continuing the travelling/vacation theme from earlier. She eventually walks out of the room satisfied and another gorgeous woman walks in with sound equipment and wiring wearing one piece jumpsuit with a tool belt and she asks me if my ahem is under those sheets where I am still completely naked. She is also the same nationality as my wife and she uses a term in their language for my ahem. I say yes and she takes a look. I actually plan on leaving the room and was telling her that I just finished up with the woman that just left and may be spent. She remarks that it doesn't look that way, you look ready. I say you are right, why not. We have full blown realistic sex also. I can't get over the realism and her sexiness. Wake around 6 smiling big. Some more late dreams with my typical (but not always) late morning fogginess. 135
A woman has another woman tied to a tree, and is spreading caviar on her face to attract animals to eat her. She's interrupted by some panic among the people she's working with. People are transforming into creatures - from what they're shouting, I have the impression that it's mostly insects, but when I switch to first person, the only transformation I actually see is a bird emerging from a woman's shoulder and flying away. Mostly I just see panicked people running away. I'm leaving too, with several others, at a calmer pace. I look down at my bare feet, and notice that the girl whose body I'm possessing has decorated her toenails in Satanic symbols - not just painting them, but actually growing them into horn-like shapes. I comment on this to one of the people I'm walking with, although I'm careful to phrase it as if I'm the real owner of this body, not something possessing her. Still in that body, I'm at a club with a woman named Pepper. I'm wearing sunglasses - it's night, but I need them to protect myself from the electric lights. I'll take them off when we're outside. We're leaving, waiting by a coat check or something similar, when we're approached by two men, one of them hitting on Pepper, the other hanging back. At first I'm irritated, but then I remember that I'm using a female body at the moment, and I realize the other guy is playing wingman. I'm amused. Since Pepper seems interested enough, we all leave together. We briefly stop by my IRL house, and when I look in a mirror, I see my IRL self, although my reflection isn't mirroring my actions. Pepper calls for me to hurry up, calling the name of the girl whose body I'm possessing for the first time - Julie. Outside, it's dawn, the clouds are starting to change colors, so I put my sunglasses back on. There's a large car parked outside - wingman's in the driver's seat, Pepper and the other guy are in the back. I get into the passenger seat. We drive past several rundown-looking houses, and the guy in the back seat asks me if they're haunted, this being my neighborhood. I say sure, a house that looks like that has to have a few ghosts around. I'm not being serious, just humoring him. He goes on and on about the dead, and he's beginning to irritate me - he's attempting to show off his knowledge, but it's not particularly impressive. He says that he can speak to the dead more easily than others because he still has all his canine teeth - I have an image of one tooth behind another, like adult teeth behind baby teeth, though he's an adult. He says they make a point of telling you that they're dead. And he asks me something about dead and dreams - I didn't catch most of the question, too much background noise, but I assumed he was asking me if I'd ever been visited by the dead in my dreams. I say, sure - I may not know much about talking to dead people, but dreams I can do. Wingman calls my attention away, asking for directions - left or right here? It's not even really a fork in the road, the road we're on just curves right and another road splits away, but I guess it might look confusing if you're not used to it; I tell him to bear right. The guy in the backseat offers me and Pepper beers from a cooler, and asks if we find him creepy, with all that talk about dead people. I say no, the talk about dead people's fine, it's the way you talk about getting me and Pepper to drink that's creepy. Pepper agrees, but she's laughing about it. I was only half joking. Even the wingman agrees - the guy's phrasing is odd, as if he's trying to get us incapacitated. We hit a bump in the road and he spills some of his own beer on the upholstery; I tell him he better clean that up, although I'm not at all sure who owns this car. I'm certain it's not him.
Ok, I think I need to put a few things in writing to help me better focus on dream goals, ld induction, etc. I. Dream scene change - try at least 5 different scene change techs and improve on their efficiency II. Dream place tourism - visit interesting places (may include some of last year's toty locations) III. Visualization - visualize core set of objects and montly objects and perfect summoning in dreams IV. Scene selection WILD/from scratch DILD - enter dream with predetermined scene elements /location V. Element manipulation - improve element manipulation skills VI. Thought/Self control - practice mindfulness in dreams and manipulate self VII. Complementary induction A. Listen to personalized audio 300 times and comment on usefulness B. Other induction techs (to be updated later) Edit: corrected IV.
Updated 04-23-2014 at 01:21 AM by 61764
April 21, 2014: I am one of three men in a car driving to a location to meet a woman performer whom we would like to back financially and promote. Unfortunately, the persons we had approached to actually provide the financing did not come through, and some other individual or group ended up picking her up instead. We meet her in her dressing room. The woman we meet is Emelia Clarke, the actress who plays Daenerys Targaryen (Dragon Mother) on Game of Thrones. She appears just about ready to go on and do her act/show. We have a short conversation wherein we tell her how great she looks and how extremely well she will do even with the other backers, not us, and that we are sorry that we can’t be involved in promoting/representing her. We each give her a warm, earnest hug and leave. We are now getting back in the car, which is a large, forties-style black mobster-type car with rounded fenders and roof. There are shirts and/or suits on a hanger hooked on the driver’s side rear which has to be held aside by me so I can slip into the back seat behind the driver. We drive off. As we drive we pass what appears to be a cheap, salt-box hotel or low income housing on the left side of the street. A plane - a greatly scaled up version of the Wright Brother’s airplane which is as large as a modern-day jet liner barely clears the building. The plane has a long horizontal row of blindingly bright landing lights. I make a comment on what a disaster it would be if the plane crashed into the building. I wake.
00:00 Monday 2014-04-21 in my lucid hideout. Glorious black of no city lights, utter silence around. Heaven. Just a bit chilly though. 00:43 bedtime got lazy. Had a number of fun & wacky dreams and just kept building up their memories in my head from waking to waking instead of recording. I successfully kept them all until the last waking of the day when they almost all promptly vanished except the last one. Grrr! 09:59 + interrupted a couple making out/doing it. Stuck my body into the action, directed the girl down to my (ahem) and she performed some brief oral. (barely remembered the above...just had a strange nagging feeling: "Wait a minute, didn't I get a blowjob last night?") + sliding down the hills to the city below + swimming? + food / pizza? + I'm an assistant teacher to a class of kids. I'm goofing off all the time with other assistants. There's a girl with a ton of tattoos, and some other guys with me, we're singing and joking and ignoring the class. The principal (short man) and asst. principal (short woman) enter the class and chastise us. "Have you been teaching classical mechanics?" he asks? I avoid the question because the answer is obviously, "no." We get in trouble. I'm anguished about this because I think I've wasted a great opportunity, now how will I ever get another recommendation? I'm so concerned, I'm fiddling nervously with a telescoping antennae like from a walkie-talkie, extending it and collapsing it over and over again. Then one of the assistants comes in saying "the <something> guy [a DC from earlier in the dream] is starting a band!" We whoop in excitement, I run giddily down a hallway, including sliding down a steep ramp, into the audition area where that guy is. I say I play the <my instrument> and can play chords and do some fingerpicking on guitar." I want to say I can play trumpet too (I can't ), just not very well. We're on a small stage getting ready for the audition. I can't find a music stand that works, I'm trying to pull one up but the stands are all on the floor. I look over the shoulder of the band-starting-guy at some sheet music propped up on a piano. I sing an ascending scale saying something funny "la-la-la-la-la-LA-LA COCOA PUFFS!" everyone cracks up. I'm cracking up too, except I find suddenly my mouth is full of food, I'm trying to tell people not to make me laugh so much because I may choke. We're sudden in custody in a large building in some company, we're still in trouble from the school. There are a lot of people there. I say "friends don't turn friends over to custody at Cocoa-Puffs" [meaning the company that makes Cocoa-Puffs].
well yea so heres how it went i was with cody for a little while. and cody and i were in some movie theater. afterwards we were with this big group ofm y sisters friends going to cochella. it was kin golden gate park though. i think we saw like one artist which was kind of a triipy show. no it was really tripppy. they sang one song and all the while they had this kinda fucked up horor themse show going on as a light show of images icant even begin to describe. anyway ii was responsible for controlling the imgaesl]] aftwer ward i heard tennis was guna be there and i got all excited but had to save face in front of the cool kids and act like oo i shudnt like tennis... finally we were at some band and one of the head ladies gave a hand job to the band membr
Regular dream - between 1ish and 5ish Appear in a old arcade I used to frequent ALL THE TIME. Max was there. He was somehow getting fitted for a ghetto ass looking suit that looked too small for him. It was on sale though. I told him it looked good but he better be careful if he washes it because it might shrink and be smaller than it already is. I walk around the arcade looking for tokens under the machines and on the floor. It is REALLY dirty here. I find a few then move to the back of the arcade. I see Ean back there doing some tax work and he is typing away on maybe a calculator doing some figures. I talk to him and he says he owns the place. I notice some RC cars on the top racks above his area there and then fade back out of dream. Maybe around 7:00ish am. This followed a oob I had. Okay, there is a dog and 2 people trying to kill me. I have nothing to defend myself. There are rocks nearby gold ball size. I pick these up and start launching them. I hit the dog and now I fear he is going to maul me. I jump up on a planter with some shrubs growing from it. Instantly I look for more rocks. At one point I think I recognize one of the attackers as Son, my friend who I haven't seen in ages. The fear of the dog is overwhelming and now I jump into what seems to be a car, a convertible of some type but small. I zip away. Now I'm rolling through this area. There is a lot of dirt trails and I'm going past a front end loader and I tell my passenger to hurry, or it might turn on us and smash us. We make it by the loader then we are approaching a excavator. It is doing some digging and I'm scared it's going to rotate and attack us. We zip by it. Now we are going up a hill. After getting to the top we stop. I look around on this forested top. And down below I can see an assortment of houses. At this point I just don't know where to go, but I do feel much safer. I stash the vehicle whatever it may be into the bushes about 10 feet off of the dirt trail. I lean it against a tree. Instantly I notice a woman running out of her house and she begins to flags us down as if she wants to hide us so we are safe. We both run down the wooded slope and appear on the clearing at the bottom where her house is. She motions us in. When we get inside we are greeted by her husband. I feel safe now. The fear is gone. This woman though somehow seems interested. She smiles and her teeth seem semi decayed. I really focus on her teeth. The more I think about this makes me feel like I'm back in time. Before dentists, etc. This house almost seems like a older style, like a large cottage. She shoos her husband away and is really focusing on us. She seems dirty, like her clothing is dirty. Maybe before washing machines. I decide to go outside and see a kid on the property adjacent. Now it almost seems like there are more houses down here than I thought. This is around the time the dream fades.
Updated 04-21-2014 at 04:06 PM by 66703
Bed at 1:30ish. Did energy work, then passed out. Woke up at 5am. Tried past life regression guided meditation. Body was super relaxed, didn't get good results. When guide snapped me back to reality he counted. When he said, "I'll count to 3 and you will wake up", I turned it off at 2 =P heh. Went back to bed. Got oob symptoms. Actually floated down and out of body. Floated down for a LONG time, mostly pretty slowly. Then at one point I went in hyper speed traveling down. I remember there wasn't much going on. I didn't have intentions before I had this oob, so maybe that is why nothing much happened when I got down there. Interesting though! At first I was kind of scared I was floating down, to me it meant maybe I was going to a lower realm, but then I immediately disregarded this thought. It was like I was in an open void and I didn't have enough power to really get moving or like I didn't really know what to do. I remember using the clarity command once. At one point I remember kind of aimlessly moving around in the void. (Past life regression - didn't get much but I got the name Thol and Perket) I actually swallowed my saliva RIGHT before going through the door and into the light. This definitely shook me out of the trance enough to result in poor results. I was surely primed well enough before I did this.
Updated 04-21-2014 at 03:42 PM by 66703
I do not have infinity time so I'll try to make this quick, this dream leading up to the lucid part was plenty long but also wildly uninteresting so I'll skip ahead~ Fragments before this: Going to some kind of spa where the family hangs out fairly often? Mom watching American Idol in the 1319 house. On the show, the guy on-stage throws another person at a third person in the audience, scoring a bulls-eye. Afterwards they figure out how he did it as part of his act, and demonstrate by throwing a sort of paralyzed and complaining Russian supermodel the same distance after the show. I'm right there with them as though I went through the TV to get there, but afterwards I return. Then the lucid events occur. Lucid #11 - Justice So I dreamed I was living back in the 1319 house, and there was a family down the street, a mother, father, and a boy. Then the boy got in trouble for stealing a ten cent comic book from a store, and his dad shot him in the forehead and killed him. I heard about this and decided to shoot the dad in the head with his own gun, so I went to confront him, taking a ten dollar bill as well. I think I figured the guy's wife might need the money. I approach the guy on the street in broad daylight with the $10 fluttering outside my pocket in my left hand, and his gun in my right hand (both clearly visible). His wife is standing close by. I demand to know how much the kid stole. The dad sees the $10 I have and mutters something about it having been "zero dollars", which shocks me. I growl something like "You killed your son over nothing" and raise the gun to shoot the guy in the head with it. Pulling the trigger does nothing; I pull back on the top of it to reload, not losing any momentum (the gun feels like a nerf gun with a spring inside). The dad, meanwhile, isn't trying to defend himself or grab for the gun, only backing away. I try again to shoot him but again, nothing happens, and I give up on the murder attempt. I think we keep talking, or at least communicating our mutual hatred, and then I turn to leave. He grabs my shoulder to spin me back but I just sort of turn my body to slide out of it, and now we're walking side by side, still talking but perhaps not saying anything. I'm not in the least afraid of him. The guy keeps pace with me as I walk down the street to home, and I'm trying to figure out how to dispense justice on him. I walk inside and leave him and his wife on the front yard. I realize Iron Man's number is in my phone and I decide to call him up and have him deal with it, but I start to get confused as to whether this is real life or a dream. I get the impression that I got the number in a dream, but that now that I'm "awake" it won't work, or it'll be something realistic like a promotion for a movie and he'll just be some guy in a suit that doesn't work. Then the belief that it's a dream seems to win over, and I decide to try calling the number while anticipating that it will work, and the real Iron Man will show up and beat this guy up for me. I try calling the number (listed in my phone as "Iron Man #8"), but it turns out to be a movie promotion thing, and I hang up on an automated message. I'm still half-convinced it's a dream, although the clarity of the dream, and also for some reason the fact that it's broad daylight, seem to be arguing otherwise. I ignore the apparent facts and decide that since it's a dream, I should be able to take justice into my own hands, do it myself... I'm now standing on our porch looking down at him with his wife next to me, and I reach out to psychically choke him. It works; he reaches for his throat with a look of frozen surprise as he starts to make choking noises. I try to lift him into the air, but at first can't figure out how. Then I sort of look away or block out my vision for a moment while I feel myself lifting him into the air, and next thing he's perhaps 20 feet in the air, maybe 25. I hold him there for a moment and then slam him to his knees on the ground. I lift him up again, and slam him down again, wondering whether if I keep doing this, it'll break his knees or something like that. I apparently can't stomach that and stop choking him, but I DO take off his left hand somehow. He starts screaming. Now random people are walking by, not seeming to care what I'm doing. Three of them go into the apartment in the basement of the 1319 house; one of them makes eye contact with me. He has a sort of determined expression, though currently afraid, and I wonder whether the three of them are buddies of the guy I'm currently torturing, whether they'll be a problem later. I release the guy, and he starts to stumble away, apparently with working legs but missing his left hand. Then I realize, once he's about two or three houses away, that he's holding a fairly large stick of dynamite. I yell something after him like, "Dynamite? Really? You want to play rough? Alright!" and open my fingers with my hand pointed at his dynamite (even though there's a random stranger walking past the guy at that point). It explodes, a rather small explosion for dynamite that size, engulfing his hand and not much else. When the smoke clears, his hand is gone. He stares down at the stump and frayed sleeve for a moment before starting to scream again. I walk back inside, and explain to his wife that she can stay here. She seems perfectly happy to hear that. I say that because of the threat her husband poses, she should sleep on the second floor instead of the first floor, on the off chance that he figures out how to set dynamite without any hands. Shortly after that, I wake up. - WELL THAT WAS PRETTY VIOLENT.
Updated 12-09-2015 at 10:51 PM by 39676
Ordering or buying food for a difficult group of kids, including a vegetarian, someone on a kosher diet, a kid who wanted pizza with "peppermint, peppers, white meat, no or little sauce."
Morning of April 21, 2014. Monday. This was a very long and convoluted dream (nearly novel-length) with many scenes and aspects. I will try to include mostly only the main scenes, yet even so, it will end up being a much larger entry. They do seem like completely separate parts upon first look, but I did not wake during any part which actually seemed to continue from the previous. In one, my family and I are in the house at Stadcor Street in Brisbane. However, it also has a general look of the first floor (where the owners lived) of the boarding house on King Street. This is mostly relative to the additional windows and side door. There is a powerful storm of heavy rain, leaves, and wind. It seems that it will be very destructive. I notice our youngest son and youngest daughter outside (although very close to the window and under the eaves, so seemingly safe from the main downwards force) and yell for them to come into the house. They somehow come into the kitchen from outside (fictional entrance) and I then notice that the weather is actually uneventful now - and it is as if the “storm” was only somehow a vertical “layer” in one area or perimeter. A few other people are around then, mostly unknown. My wife’s brother Simon and his old girlfriend show up with laptop computers in the kitchen. I have my own computer, but oddly, it is able to change into different forms based on what website you go to or what commands you send. For example, at one point, it is only like a thin piece of vinyl which I continue to use as such. I complain to Simon about how the browser changes everything and how it is hard to type on thin, wavy surfaces, as well as the overall concept of typing on a sheet of plastic seeming utterly idiotic and problematic regardless of its “more advanced” status. Apparently, after a few more commands or particular website view, my original large monitor will rise up, self-built, and be “normal” again and the keyboard will revert to a normal one. Later, I am outside at what almost seems like a rummage sale or garage sale setup, but hardly anyone is there. I meet with an old friend, David S (the place seems to be his), and we sit at a large makeshift table. We get into talking about our school days and he shows me some copies of schoolwork he still has that is still in the notebook. The writing is rather sparse over the page and seemingly in different styles. I ask him about where he went to school during certain time periods, which does not make much sense as he supposedly did not go to my school in the earlier years but only in the higher grades. The reality is actually the opposite of my dream’s conversation. Later, I seem to be in the community center near Schuh Homes (where blocks of housing looked so much the same from one to the next, I never worked out how people could find their own house or even the right street), where I had only been once in real life for a group rummage sale. A few classmates from my early years are there, including Susan R (the “other”) yet again. I have this strange blue static electricity coming out of me in larger bolts, which sometimes happens in dreams with Susan. However, we are all still only in our early teens. My wife is also there. Susan’s mother tells me that I am married and there can be only one Yin and Yang, so I should not approach her, as the universe has been formed as such and it would cause a greater imbalance and thus cause people’s minds to shift into a more chaotic and “unaware” state than they already are in. (In reality, she is also married but still living in Florida according to two other people I know.) However, I still talk to her for awhile. The blue lightning continues to move about from my body, mostly from the palms of my hand, fingers, and arms, sometimes breaking a window. She is crying for some reason, probably more out of strange memories of the so-called paranormal (or perhaps my supposed “tampering with the timeline” - very curious and coincidental that Facebook has something called a “timeline” now and this is how I found out about her present-day status - thus once again a childhood dream is “resolved”), assuming the “selective amnesia” and “veil” has not become a major part of her thinking as with most. There is a short, bizarre scene later on where an unknown male is pretending to be a newborn baby to somehow get access to (or eventually inherit) a younger female’s wealth. As she is driving the convertible and holding him, she seems to realize he is not actually a baby (due to how long his body is - not sure how she is able to hold him horizontally across her lap and drive at the same time) and soon throws him out of the car onto the street. He is annoyed but somehow uninjured, and is then planning his next move, which is integrated into the next odd scene. Later, my wife and family and I are living in some sort of odd composite of Cubitis and the (rotated - perpendicular to real orientation) Stadcor Street house - which later has features of my sister’s house in La Crosse. We have a very large front yard that has mostly a gritty sandstone surface. Somehow, the house next door (where the aforementioned con artist lives) seems to integrate into at least one room of our house (a fairly common dream distortion). It is a tad confusing, as I am not sure where the other person’s room ends and mine (relative to my childhood bedroom) begins. There is a curtain that can be drawn across one doorway but I am not sure if my room continues around the corner of that area of the house, as I do not even know what items are mine. There are a lot of items on the floor there (so many that you would not be able to walk through without stepping on something or knocking something aside). It reminds me vaguely of the armory (actually used as a game room) in Arcadia. I notice several even stacks of playing cards on the floor - with the design on the back that shows a drawing of a “flapper girl” in an intricate web-like design around an oval framing her, from about the waist up. She is drinking from a cocktail glass and seen slightly from the side (but not in profile). The design appears in at least two colors. It almost looks like two people had been playing a game of “War” (in the card game sense). Eventually, when I am outside, an eighty-year-old lady starts talking to me. Apparently, I have a lot of various small items of hers that somehow blew into our front yard. However, the con artist next door has a lot more of her possessions that were taken deliberately. I look down and notice an old pair of smaller attached identical postage stamps that are a grayish green and seemingly showing Queen Elizabeth in profile. This may or may not belong to the older lady. I do give her some things, which are different stamps and a few other items (including a pen, I believe). Her dog is also in the other yard, but I cannot get to it from where I am. Later, the other male has two smaller moose heads in the game-trophy-type design, which are not actually real moose heads, but some sort of antique novelty whereby the mouth opens and a man and woman move about in a circle on a platform, as with a novelty clock. One is slightly bigger than the other. He puts them on the wall right next to each other, decides it does not look quite right, and arranges them differently (this is similar to a previous dream where people were not quite satisfied with paintings put up too close together). Eventually, I discover skin coming off the palm of my right hand as it is sore and red at first (possibly caused by the blue lightning coming out from earlier or in handling some of the antique novelty items). However, it seemingly soon turns out to be “worse” than first thought - but that concern passes. Without much effort in trying to get the extra skin off that is flaking around the wound, the rest of the entire skin of my hand and fingers comes off in one larger opaque “sheet”, but like a light soft layer of fine material. It then seems okay and not what was originally believed. My hand looks perfectly healed and fresh underneath. Finally, a recurring image; a human “eye” that is actually made up of a black “fetal sack” (or some sort of developing “egg”) as the pupil, and lightning forming parts of the pattern of the iris, with the sclera being the less defined “background noise” of the path of an individual. This represents the human eye as attaining particular forms of focus (via “lightning”) and processed into the “egg” of the individual - until one’s mind is more aware.
Updated 06-16-2015 at 03:56 PM by 1390
Date: Apr 21 Sleep Length: 4.5h - (WBTB) - 1h light sleep Techniques: DILD + WBTB (+WILD) I got up for WBTB and thought I could try WILD. I killed some time and got back to bed, but then hunger started to distract me. WILD was impossible (I tried but distraction was too much), I tried to sleep, but I could barely fall asleep. I rolled over and over and couldn't find a comfortable spot, after an hour I got up and gave up (WBTB failed) Dream Summary: I dreamed that a friend of mine (K) was my girlfriend, even though I don't have feelings for her. She seemed to be pissed off or angry at me, but I can't remember why. In any case, she was doing chores in my sister's room. I offered her to cuddle and calm down, but I don't remember the rest. Another fragment: I remember being at an old looking house, everything was a bit rusty or dirty. but there was an elevator (small but it worked). I think I did something in the kitchen, but I forgot the rest while trying to remember the first fragment Vividness (1-15), Awareness (1-10), Length (min): 2/1/5 Emotions: mostly indifferent Tags: girlfriend, annoyed, cuddle, chores; house, elevator Note: I woke up before my alarm went off
Updated 04-21-2014 at 05:47 PM by 68865
Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid Lucid #203: Mirror Mockery I’m at the top of an old, wooden tower, looking out over a dirt road and nearby farmland. I’m pursuing someone, some criminal that I need to catch and confront. I climb down from the tower, and as I make my way down, I notice that night’s falling much too fast and I become lucid. Something still compels me to find this man I was trying to catch. I have this sense that he’s nearby but that I’ve got some ground to cover, so I think about the idea of commandeering a car. Off in the distance I see a horse-drawn chariot thundering down a dirt road, the driver leaned forward and furiously whipping the four horses at the chariot’s front. I try to catch up to the chariot on foot to take it over but it’s not even close. The thought of teleporting to it doesn’t occur to me until it’s too late. The whole idea of going after the criminal I was looking for starts feeling like a lot of trouble, so I walk past a nearby farmhouse and somehow enter a room in a fairly large wooden structure with a lot of people milling around. I’m interested in the DCs at first but I see a pair of mirrors hanging on the wall to my left and stop to check them out. I notice that I’m shirtless as well as totally buff so I start hitting some poses in the mirror. I’m overcome with vanity and just keep doing this for a while. After a bit, I see in the reflection an extremely fit woman walk right up next to me and also stare at the mirror. She’s short with curly brown hair and she’s in fitness model shape. She briefly looks at me and then back at the mirror before striking a series of exaggerated flexing poses that poke fun at what I’m doing and how silly I look doing it. I start laughing at this and she grins back at me. I feel somewhat attracted to her but nah, let that go. She walks away and I then begin studying the roomful of DCs. My friend “Leroy” is there directly in front of me, and I take a moment to study how realistic he looks. I don’t seem to have his attention so I don’t take the time to speak with him, but I note how lifelike his appearance is. I look at the other DCs for a bit, turning my gaze here and there around the room until the dream ends.
Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid Lucid #202: Hoodie I’m crossing a dark street, wearing a hoodie, sneaking around, and trying to keep a low profile. Three tough-looking young thugs seem to notice me and start walking in my direction. I turn away, not sure that I’ve been spotted, and draw my hoodie further over my head. As I’m doing this, I realize that this has to be a dream. Somehow the hoodie is badly constricting my vision to the point where I’m now just looking out through a tiny little tunnel. I look behind me and only one of the thugs is still there, but now he’s really coming for me. I start walking away, trying to gather my wits well enough to ignore him. My vision keeps getting smaller and smaller, which annoys me and stresses me out. To my surprise, the thug starts singing, and his voice is deep, rich, and melodious. He repeatedly sings: “This ain’t the way my game goes…” He’s right up on me now, so I turn toward him and force-push him off. He makes a sound like “Whuf!” and seems to fly backward just as the last of my vision shrinks to the void. I feel myself falling forward to where the street should be, but I go through, and after a moment of strange acceleration downward, I’m awake.
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