Not a sausage last night Unusually, not even the feeling that I had dreams that I cant recall... Bah!
Dream - 7:40AM I'm on range bank's oval playing Aussie Rules Football. I'm standing in the forward line talking to the opposition teams player. I see Brent Macaffer (Professional AFL Player) and he has a word to me about something. I think it may have been something to do with chatting and not playing. I think I kick two goals for our team. I run over towards one of the oppositions teams players and man up with him. The ball goes over our heads and we both run after it. I beat him to the ball and side step passed him. I see one of my team mates a little too far away for me to kick, but I try to kick it as far as I could, which ends up just being enough to go over the oppositions players head but not far enough for my team mate. I feel a little bummed considering the shitty distance I was able to kick the ball. I think about strengthening my legs so I can generate more power in my kicks. I relive the moment and this time I kick the ball differently. I kick a torpedo, which makes the balls spinning formations similar to a spinning spin top. The ball goes further this time. I'm now at my old house, standing in the kitchen. I see Arpie and I explain to him and my Dad about my dream I had. I mention about a female and dating, and that I was playing football where I kicked the ball over the oppositions teams head. I mention to Arpie again that it's just a dream, cause he starts talking about the girl and dating part as if it was real. Another scene change, I'm at a random house and I see two females fighting in the lounge room. One of the females gets pushed over a chair. I begin telling Dad about the dream again. I'm standing up heading towards a door. I think I'm a female, a somewhat famous singer named Joelle, or maybe I'm just promoting her, I dunno. I see my profile open up and I edit it, putting in something about Joelle. Dream Fragment: I bite the tip of my finger nail, and bite some off. I'm a little disappointed due to biting them, as I've kicked the habit in real life. Side Notes: Felt uneasy last night and couldn't sleep for at least 3-4 hours due to having heart palpitations. Weird. Assume they're water detox symptoms. Been practicing visualization with great success. I feel it flowing instead of being forced and stressful. It's more of a passive approach.
August 19, 2014 So, I didn't remember much of anything while I was on the train home from Utah... But last night, I had an interesting dream: I was with my mentor teacher for the fall, and we were getting ready to give a math assessment to the students. It was a weird class, because the students were all varying age groups; two of the 3rd graders I taught over the summer were there, and there were some Kindergarten-aged students, and one 6th grader. I had just finished giving the test to a random student (the tests were all either in a little closet thing or out on a hill in a desert-like place) and was calling one of the students from this summer, T, into the closet. I didn't have all the materials, though, and told him I'd be right back. I went out the door, to my right, and down a hall. There was a door at the end of the hall, and I opened it, going outside. To my immediate right was a chest-height table with some papers and materials on it. I grabbed the stuff from the table (for some reason there was a tree right behind the table, and the branches hung low over it, so I had to brush them away in order to get the papers) and headed back to the room. T finished his test, and I gave him the prize (they all got a present when they finished): a book. It was thick. I told him, "Now, don't you want to challenge yourself with this book?" Then I got back to the classroom, and my mentor teacher and I talked about whether the other 3rd grader from this summer, J, would hit puberty this year or not. I drew a beard on his face to see what it would look like. I woke up after this dream; it was only like 3-ish in the morning. I rolled over, and decided to try to WILD again (I've been attempting it for the past few nights). I closed my eyes, relaxed my body and my breathing, and envisioned walking along a mountain ridge... Kittens and Platypuses It wasn't long before I had started dreaming; I wasn't aware of that fact, though. I was simply walking along this beautiful mountain ridge; the Big City was to my left, and the sky was blue with a few wispy clouds. I had the impression that I was supposed to be doing something, and then I saw a man in colorful clothing; I realized it was the Face, and looked down at my hands: I was dreaming! I walked up to him, remmbering the TOTMs, and asked, "Where's Howl's castle right now?" He simply grinned, pointed ahead of him (which was to my right, over the mountains), and I grinned right back at him. I jumped off the ridge and started flying in the direction he'd pointed. I passed a few landmarks I recognized from my dream map (an aspen forest and a small hut). Then I heard the familiar sound of Howl's Castle (that clip starts with the sound) and descended to where I then spotted it. I banged on the door, and yelled, "Sophie, are you home?!" After a few seconds, the door opened, but it was Zukin inside the castle, not Sophie. Oh well, that worked just fine. I went inside and looekd around; the room was different than it is in the movie, but I spotted a fireplace to the left, and approached it. "Calcipher?" I asked, and the flame blinked at me. "Yeah, what's it to you?" "Is Sophie home?" "No, she's out learning to fish with Howl. Romantic, isn't it?" I grinned. "Oh. Well, can you tell me a word in a different language?" I asked, suddenly remembering the other task. Calcipher flickered a bit and at first didn't say anything. For a moment I thought I might be losing control, because things started to fizzle out a bit, so I touched the hearth, rubbing my hands along it. I thought about putting my hand in the fire, but I figured that would be rude to Calcipher. He finally answered: "Berzzit." "Berwhat? Can you spell that?" "B-E-R-Z-Z-I-T." "Oh. Berzzit. What does that mean?" "It means when you wake up and are so groggy that you walk into the doorframe on your way out of your room." Oddly specific, there. "Huh." I turned from Calcipher and looked around the room again. The door through which I'd come was closed again, and Zukin had disappeared. I went to the door, and opened it: Still mountains, where I'd entered. I closed it again, and looked at the dial. I knew what everything was supposed to look like because I've seen the movie so many times, and so I knew what to expect. There were five colors though, instead of four, on the dial. It was currently on green. There was also a black, blue, yellow and orange. Naturally I turned it to the orange. I put my hand on the door handle, closed my eyes, took a breath, not knowing what to expect on the other side. I hoped it was be cool... I opened the door, and opened my eyes. Boy was it cool. I stepped out into a small clearing in a forest of pines. I turned around to look at where the door was. I was expecting to see a small hut of some sort, but the door just stood on it's own. I turned back to the clearing, and noticed there were kittens and platypuses all over the place. The Face was also there; he was sitting in the grass, playing with a kitten. "Where are we?" I asked, sitting next to him. He didn't respond, only played with the kitten some more. I picked up the nearest platypus to me, and held it in my lap. I got so distracted with playing with the animals that I lost lucidity and mindlessly frolicked in the clearing with the Face. There may have been other activity beginning with an F, but I can't remember too well.
August 15, 2014 Better Beer All I remembered was something about flying over some beautiful, sprawling fields so I could make better beer. Or better something, I can't quite remember what it was. Blowing Up Houses I was with my family, but they lived in a different apartment. I had to go to class but they were not home (they had taken my car somewhere), so I drove their car instead. I first met with my advisor, and he told me I had a new class to take, about German movies. Apparently I was going to be the only one in the class who could speak German. I got to class late because I had to park the car in a garage further away from the building... I noticed that one of the 3rd graders I taught this summer was in the class as well. We were filling out a worksheet when I walked into the classroom. Then we had a break, and I realized I had to get something from the car. I walked out of the classroom and to where my car was parked, unlocked it, forgot what I was doing there, and locked it back up. When I got back to the class, the teacher was showing an example of one of the worksheet answers; it was mine. I had written something about a clip in Harry Potter where Harry, Ron, and Hermione blowing up Harry's old house so he could move out of it. We had to label the scenes in the movie, and that's the one I'd chosen.
I am returning from a business trip. I have been away for quite some time, and am ready to be intimate with my wife. She is on the phone with her sister, and the door is shut. She finally emerges, and I tell her I would like to have a talk. We go into the bedroom together. My wife then makes an odd comment. "Men are really just a pile of sex cells, so I think you just need a good fuck." In dream, this actually sounds kind of good, and we start getting into bed (the bedroom, of course, is not our bedroom, and my wife doesn't even look like herself--but why should that seem weird at all? ). But then I realize, no, I would like to just talk and spend time with my wife. For some reason now I open up the drawer next to the bed, and find a pistol in the drawer. We do not own a pistol, and so I demand to know why there is a gun in the house. My wife gets defensive. "You were gone for so long!" she says. "I needed some way to protect myself!" My dream thinking then comes to this conclusion: some man has purchased this gun for my wife, and she has been having an affair. "Who bought you this gun?" I shout. I then glance at the sliding glass door, and see a man standing there, and it hits me: this is her lover, looking in on us. I am really pissed, and jump up to confront him. At this point, a mob forms outside. The neighbors begin chasing this guy, and he runs off. One of them, an older man, beckons to me through the glass, and I think, Alright, let's get this motherfucker! A group of the neighbors drag my wife out of the house but I am running after her lover now. While I am running, I notice that some of the neighbors are people I know from high school. Am I dreaming? I wonder, as people from high school are a dreamsign for me, but the dream plot is so demanding and fast-paced that I quickly forget about state checking and continue pursuit. The neighbors have now cornered the man near a dumpster (and I think he may have even been in the dumpster). My first thought now is of the pistol--where is that gun, so I can shoot this asshole? I realize that I left it back at the house, though. Turns out there is now a baseball bat in my hand. It's long and black and purple, and looks like a nerf bat. It's heavy and solid, though, and I think that I could easily kill someone with it. I heft it and prepare to hit my wife's lover, who is on the ground in front of me. Then I suddenly realize I don't need to do this. There isn't any good reason to kill this man. I back off, and feel a bit better. We then become friends in the dream (though my memory is a little fuzzy here). Once I've decided to not act in violence, the crowd begins to disperse. Soon I am by myself, walking back through the neigborhood. At this point it strikes me--oh yeah, I wanted to test reality. And of course, I am dreaming. I am a little annoyed, because I realize I've spent a good bit of dream time on "dream drama," and not doing things that are constructive or fun. It's nighttime, and I decide to fly through the neighborhood a bit. I lift off of the ground easily, but begin to have some hangups. I instinctively revert to the swim method, but when it doesn't immediately succeed, I just hang there in midair, remember that I'm not doing the swim schema anymore, and reassert my intention of flight. I begin to fly normally, without dream body movement. I then realize I am slowing down, but I think to myself, no, I'm flying fast, and then I am flying fast. The wind is whipping past my face and it feels really wonderful. All around me though, the dream is beginning to get blurry, and the darkness is increasing. In the past, I have associated dream darkness with waking up, and so assume the dream is ending (as it had gone on for quite a bit already). However, I still attempt some stability techniques. I shout, "Increase lucidity!" and some sharpness and clarity does return momentarily, but then begins to fade again. At this point, the dream scene is retreating away from me at top speed, and I am stuck in some kind of dark tunnel vision. My thought at this moment (unfortunately) is "I've got to try to get back to the dream scene" and I leap forward with all I've got. I slam into the bedside table at my old apartment complex, breaking the lamp in the process. Glass is everywhere and I assume that I have broken REM atonia and moved in my sleep (which is unfortunately something I tend to do). As I am cleaning up the glass, I hear my wife cooking in the next room, as well as Frank Sinatra singing from the stereo. I then receive a false memory of Frank singing all night. I wake up shortly after. Side notes: The "Loony Tunes Retreating Dream Scene" is something that has happened before, and something I plan to recognize as a false awakening the next time it occurs.
Updated 08-20-2014 at 03:03 AM by 69552
The non-lucid part of the dream involved me having to attend multiple family weddings in one day. But every time I show up to the party, it isn't on for some reason. The lucid part is where I found myself at my local gym. The weather outside the windows looks grey and wet. I notice a man who I haven't spoken to in about 10 years. I realize I am dreaming because the only time I have ever seen this guy since then is in my dreams. Also, he is doing a bench press on the floor instead of using the rack, and his set is taking forever. I run over to him to see how real he is, and I jump and try to pounce on him. He disappears before I land, leaving nothing but the barbell on the mat. I get up and move around the gym, just to see what else I can do. This must be the point where I either woke up or lapsed into non-lucidity, because I remember nothing else.
Saturday, 17th August Moon: 62% illuminated waning gibbous (21 days old) in Taurus Tarot of the Day: Knight of Pentacles Mayan 13 Moon Calender Date: White Self Existing Dog Nostril open on awakening: Left (feminine side/right brain) Dream: A sprawling Florentine city lay before Matt and I. (Matt is one of my best friends,although we do not see each other anymore as he lives overseas) We explore the Tuscan city fully prepared up with our backpacks and camping gear.There seemed to be a reason for us to avoid authority on every occasion that they appeared.Why I do not know The was an electric charged energy of festivities that lingered in the air,and there many females paraded around the narrow streets dressed entirely in white. Woman's day perhaps? We reach an empty silo made of large off-beige coloured bricks. Inside we find many thin wooden poles that have their one end firmly concreted into the wall, with the other side protruding outward. We glanced at each other and I can telepathically tell we're both thinking the same thing... Monkey bars! My conscious perspective shifts to the 3rd person and I watch Myself and Matt climb and swing from one pole to the next,slipping a couple of times but saving ourselves with a swift grab and grasp on the lower poles. I find myself in a big open plaza with my black Royal Enfield motorbike,the same one I had when travelling around India. A group of excited and most likely intoxicated middle aged ladies are celebrating in a big white double decker bus with the roof removed about 30 metres to my left.Shortly after, they exit the plaza in a frenzied blur. There's a cold breeze out, so I lay along the length of the long motorbike seat and cover myself with a blanket. Jenna,a petite girl with blonde dreadlocks and piercing blue eyes approaches from behind to chat with me. I can immediatly sense the attraction between us and I invite her to come join me under the covers. She surveys the parking lot anxiously, and I can see her think twice about my offer, but eventually she obliges. We begin to talk about how body warmth is the best thing to keep warm in this cold weather. This was just small talk as the fondling began to escalate, with me spooning her tightly from behind. I stop.I know this is wrong.I know that she has a boyfriend, and a child with the same man. Guilt grabs continue hold of my gut and my primal nature is unhappily halted. Jennas initial reluctancey of joining me made complete sense. We continue to chat about bland surface layer topics without the previous sexual aura, yet i know that she began asking herself question. "Why did he stop?Surely i made it clear what I wanted by jumping under the covers with him??" Later, around the lunch table, I see her boyfriend sitting with a black beanie covering his long hair... and his smiling eyes greet me. I act as if nothing has happened. The plaza now seemed to be a full on festival,and in the corner of my eye I see my parents,looking startled and out of place. I decide to give them some pure MDMA to ease their anxieties. "What the hell is this??",my mother asks worryingly. "Just trust me and take it.", I tell her as I break the large pinkish-white crystal into two pieces,giving the bigger half to my Father.
Wednesday, 14 May 2014 The classroom was full of students,at least 30 of them. I recognized the old brown chairs and wooden fold up desks to be the same ones in my high school,which i haven't visited in 7 years since matriculating. I sat quietly,2nd row from the back.After uttering something that to a fellow student next to me i felt a painful slap making contact with the left side of my face.The blow came from behind. Angrily I turned around to see curly haired, olive skinned Casey with a look of menace on his face. Could he overheard and perceived my comment to be an offensive one? The statement was soon deciphered as benign and non-malicious,although i received no apology as redress. This made me boil inside.
I had a short lucid. A tiny one. All I remember is pinching my nose, the RC worked and I was lucid! I went outside (from somewhere) and before I could do anything I felt myself waking up. I tried to fight it, to stay in the dream, but I lost lucidity. Not sure if I actually woke up or if it was a FA.
Updated 08-21-2014 at 02:05 AM by 36452
We stopped at a Greek take-out restaurant. I saw bags of take-out orders being loaded onto a plane to be shipped all the way to Greece. "Wow, this place is hardcore," I thought. We had parked right under the nose of the plane, where there was a niche just big enough for the car (a 2006 silver Volkswagen bug) to fit. I was a worried because it looked like the plane was about to take off, but figured it would be okay, since the plane would have to back up first, which would release the car from underneath it, and then the plane would turn ninety degrees to access the runway. The car should be fine. Still, I thought I should check. I called up to a lady in the cockpit, "Hey, is it alright if we park--" Before I could even finish the sentence, a metal plate slammed down over the nose of the plane, closing up the niche where our car was parked. Meanwhile the plane began to pull backward, flattening the top of the car. There was a white flash and the sound of an explosion, and I knew the car was ruined. I was annoyed because I had been hoping to inherit this car when my husband was done with it. Still, what was done was done, and there was no point getting bent out of shape now. So I tried to stay calm and figure out if there was anything practical to be done. Note: 2006, the year of the car, is clearly WLR (waking life residue), as last night I was comparing various editions of a book that included this year. The plane is also WLR as I've been flying a lot recently. Not sure where the Greek restaurant came from.
Lots mair non lucid snippets. A strange one where I started off involved then became an observer - some stuff aboot sitting with a couple then pushing a wee vial into my (then 'his') neck to extract blood. Some vague vampire stuff. Some related fragment with the same vampire mannie carrying a couple of deid trout. Fragment - driving on my way to hae a look at a loch... Fragment - The inner door in my house (with a yale lock) blew shut , and I was worried I wouldn't get back in. Fragment - A Goldfinch flying low past me and some others in an open moor/heath. I mind thinking it was quite rare for that location (apparantley) Noticing some drips in the shop, looking up and the light switch was covered in a black tarry stuff. There was a hole beside the switch and I could see right up and it was fell damp in there I can tell you.
another weird dream of a man who lives on an hillside and loves taking photos of mens phallus (he told me this in the dream) he was dragging me to where ever he normally dragged his other victims to photograph their phalluses, but i wasnt up for it. i tried to flee and this guy flicked a switch and it was like the whole world got dark! i couldnt see a thing, he seemed like he always had his way and i was the first to put up a fight. even in a dream i know i shouldnt show my private to another man. but it was strange though like he was king of the hill or something, their was this huge gate at the foot of the hill and i got the impression that i couldnt escape, thats when i woke up feeling very violated.
Last night the first past of the dream that I remember is, being at some kind of game show. I remember a line of high school students waiting to get in and see the show. Somehow I ended up behind the scenes and almost saw the participants’ faces. Some guy yelled at me about not being allowed back there and told them to cover their faces. I then left that area and was just walking around. I ended up with Brandy and her son and some other lady with a son the same age. They were driving this weird van that was huge and had the driving compartment in the back seat with a bunch of cameras. Then there was this huge machine with giant blades going around shredding everything in it's path. It was built to clear tree limbs from growing too low and blocking the view on streets. The machine seemed to be able to rip through anything and if anybody had any additions on the front of the house it would tear through those. I'm pretty sure the machine shredded me and I woke up. In another dream I was with this group of people one of them was from my chemistry class last year. Well anyways they were doing drugs and invited me to do some with them. This one guy was saying how the girl from my chem class was a freak and all she wanted to do was sleep around. I remember thinking something about innocence and purity. I think my phone woke me up from this dream.
8/19/14 Tuesday Last night bed 1am - 7:36am DR 5am Some quite elaborate dream about DV work. But hard to put it in words. DR 7:36am I work at a flower shack. It belongs to a larger store and I'm their employee, but this small shack is like a detached store, selling only flowers. I get there in the morning to remove the money from a drop box. It's a box where people drop money when they are purchasing flowers when store is not manned by a clerk. Like after hours. So I'm counting the money and there are some people already there trying to buy flowers. I'm telling them it's not opened yet. But they get mad and they want me to sell them flowers. I finally leave from there and go to drop off the money. When I get home, I have like sticky notes or some other stickers on my front door. They are from customers. I'm like wtf, how do they know where I live? I don't like that. I start telling it to my neighbor, without realizing it's not her, but maybe her daughter or someone visiting, because few min later the neighbor herself comes out and that's when I realize it. This dream was uncomfortable.
I have been trying to train myself (while awake) to periodically suspect that I might be dreaming, in hopes that the habit will carry over to my dreams, via: Closing my mouth and nose and seeing if I can still breathe.Inspecting the world around me, seeing if anything appears amiss.Attempting to float, or conjure up imagery, or change the scenery around me. In my dream last night, I realized something was off with the world as I was climbing down a tree. When I let go of a branch, I fell down to the ground slowly, as if I were a feather. It seemed rather suspicious, but I was busy trying to avoid being caught so I quickly put it out of my mind. Normally, when strange things like this happen in a dream, I think nothing of it. But this is the second time recently that I suspected that the laws of the universe were not what they should be. Perhaps I'm creeping my way closer to a DILD. Perhaps.
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