Yard Dream I had a dream I missed the bus so my dad wanted to go out into the woods so I packed some stuff like food for the journey. I took the last stick of string cheese and started eating that on the way out. When we were outside in my yard, time skips and this cougar comes out of the woods, in the dream we call it a cougar but looking back it was actually a dingo. It starts circling me and my dad tells me to kill it so I take this branch to defend myself from it and we just walk in circles, every time it jumps at me I bonk it on the head with the thick stick, and after a long while my dad takes a long makeshift spear and stabs it in the head, and then my dream ends. weird
29.09.2014Cursed golden coins (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID In this dream I was a warrior and it appeared to be in the 1500s. I was in some sort of barracks with some soldiers. We were talking about our battles until we noticed that one fellow warrior died. As soon as the news spread, one of the other warriors just fled. There were a lot of gold coins around and it appears we won them during countless battles: I grabbed the coins and shouted, "We believe in our king! We have these thanks to him!" A voice from the distance said, "Takes these away. Toss them! They are cursed! These are cursing all the net!" I did not feel these could be cursed so just placed them in my pockets and wondered if the war ended.
29.09.2014Fragments related to girls and exes (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID - Someone was at home doing a contest from a newspaper and it seems that is was a very hard challenge. - Young with a girlfriend. - She saw a CV and asked him out. - I was there and I was like "what the heck?" - Someone almost broke up with her. She was confused. - There were other exes and wanted to break up with them all. - She said she loved me. - She turned into a brunette five year old with a red dress - I said I could consider if she was grown up, and asked for the grown adult version of her. -She rushed to the toilet. Had two FAs and turned lucid on both of them but both dreamlets flashed through me until I woke up for real.
Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid Lucid #241: Not Quite Movie Night I wander into a still-lit movie theater and see my cousin “SU” sitting next to one of his close college friends on his right, his two children on the left. How cool that they’re here! I’m looking forward to joining them for the movie, and the positive emotions remind me of dreaming, making me lucid. Even though I’m lucid, I still want to walk down and join them for the movie just the same. As I’m about to head down, though, I realize that I’m not wearing a shirt. This bothers me, so I turn around, expecting to find a shirt on the seats behind me. And there it is, a black polo shirt! Unfortunately, there’s also a discarded condom lying next to it. It doesn’t look obviously “used” but still, eww. I force-push it away with a wave of my hand and it sails out of sight. Unfortunately, even though I don’t physically touch it, I still feel it slap the back of my hand. Gross, glad that’s over! I grab the shirt and put it on over my head. It’s getting hung up on my big head and just generally twisting around and seeming to go on forever no matter how much I pull it down. I remember my intent to perform a Task of the Month with Dreamer and start getting really antsy that I’m stuck doing this silly errand instead. I address Dreamer, saying something like, “I can’t believe this! I’m really trying to find you!” I flail around in the shirt and Dreamer’s voice responds: “Relax, stop struggling…” Yeah, she’s right… I relax my mind and put my arms up in a confident show-off pose and the shirt slips right on! The theater is still the same, but feels a little less stable now. I lunge for the back of someone’s seat, feeling a little worried about how stable the scene is, and the dream darkens into the void. I open my eyes and see a dresser with a strange shape on it. Even closer to me is Wife, the two of us lying on our stomachs, facing one another during the nap. (I’m still dreaming, but this is precisely how we fell asleep together for this nap.) Wife looks completely lifelike, but I know I’m still dreaming and that this is a false awakening. I try to move my left arm, but I can’t... my mind has even simulated REM atonia! I marvel for a moment at the deadened feeling of my left arm before attempting an OBE-style roll out of my body. The dream doesn’t hold together through this, though, and I wake up.
Sitting in my small square white walled room, my best friend and cousin discuss the different countries we've visited while looking at the large map plastered on my wall. There seemed to be red moving markings on it, a animation that showed the routes we travelled. India seemed to be distant and across many seas. They soon left, leaving me alone in my room. A bag of cheesy chips lay on my desk close to the window. Suddenly a pigeon flew inside and began to peck at the crumbs. I tried to shoo it away with a pillow but it kept flying back.Then a large guinea fowl entered. It's large blue and red head towered above the pigeons as it pushed the weaker counterpart aside. I approached swiftly, trying to scare them away, but this time the guineu fowl looked directly at me, unafraid, as if he wanted to charge at me.I threw the pillow at him,which he easily shrugged off. He then ran at me with malignant intent,disregarding my size and stature comparatively to his.I was left having to to side step in order to dodge him. Crazy bird!
Today, I had a strange lucid during one of the first REM periods of the night and I didn't record it well in my dream journal. I had done some MILD affirmations before falling asleep, so maybe this helped. I was at a baker's, making cakes to sell. The feeling was strange. I had a spark of lucidity, I knew I was dreaming, but at the same time I felt like I was waking up. Without opening my eyes, I tried to hold on to the dream so I would get back in it again (kind of like a DEILD, but the thing is that I'm not even sure if I was awake or the spark of lucidity made me feel awake). The dream seemed pretty stable and I went on doing my thing, but I didn't take much control of it. Soon afterwards, it either transitioned into a non-lucid directly or I awoke for real, I don't really remember.
25th September 2014 I stood on the Matric lawn at the front of my old high school, conversing with old friends about the frustratingly depressing news. Schools curriculum had changed and it was now mandatory that everyone was to complete an extra 5 years on top of the initial schooling we already had. Being irritated and confused with the entire situation i decide to walk around the side of the old bei brick assembly building toward the tuck shop.Standing next to the Rugby field stands I noticed an old scholl friend hobbly past in a jester like fashion "What a minute,I'm not at school anymore!", finally catching one of my most common dream signs. The usual excitement washes over me, and I can't seem to remember any tasks or stabilization techs for that matter. I decide to pace walk up the narrow corridor where i pass many students, recognizing their faces somewhat. I must have lost lucidity fairly quickly thereafter, as i can't seem to recall the rest of the dream.
3.00AM I think it was supposed to be Vietnam (certainly a far East dream) Apparently I'm a POW and I look out of my window (no bars Ed...where's the reality?) onto a river that looks suspiciously like the Thames (clearly Ed's using stock film) A large US ship is steaming fast in my direction and I slip out of the window carrying a pillow (as POWs do) I ditch the pillow once I'm in the water and swim frantically (like a 70 yo can) towards the approaching vessel. It doesn't slow and I fear it might run me down but apparently I'm rescued (along with 2 Far Eastern women...who they were and where they came from I know not) As we're being led away the Captain shouts to me "And don't let them fist you." What??!! I often ponder if there is mystery in dreaming or whether it's just the mentally-challenged part of the brain routinely turning out schemas. The dream that showed hands (but showed them bandaged) The conversation about dreams (within a dream) The glorious part-view of the river-valley The teasing about being gay (I'm not and the teaser knows I'm not...that's me surely?) I was going to do a late morning WBTB but an injured wood-pigeon in the garden put paid to that. Still trying for visualisation, still doing ADA, still thinking of shortcuts. I managed to remember to RC before getting up this morning...and I counted the pillows just to be certain. Love it...It would be nicer with some lucids of course but what the heck...I'm still interested.
Well, I was just typing up an entry and accidentally hit a key on the keyboard that effed up the webpage, so I refreshed, and nothing was autosaved. I don't have time to retype it all now because I have to get ready for work. -_-; Might try to update it later if I remember.
There was some nightmare about the military who had shot a kid riding a dirtbike. I didn't want to look at the scene. My friend's parents were involved somehow. ... I am in a classroom, but it feels like I am also in K's house. Everyone is turning in essays but one student just turns in a paper with sharpie written on it that says something like 'I will turn in my essay tomorrow.' Everyone in the class thinks it is funny, even the professor. But he says he is still going to give that student a bad grade. The professor then rolls down a screen, and says that we are not doing class and simply having a movie day. The movie: some alien invasion movie where giant human body parts fall to earth. The movie is supposed to be really scary and I 'remember' not liking it. But I have to watch it for a grade, it has something to do with what we are learning in class. I might as well at least try to enjoy it. The professor says we can move anywhere in the room, so I decide to sit on the floor in the back of the room. I sit down, and the opening credits roll. They show the alien invasion that happens through a bunch of severed human body parts. Legs, Arms, Hands, Heads, etc. They are all orbiting in a big vortex above earth. The professor asks some question about how this relates to some kind of art or something. Then, who I could only assume was Manei entered the dream. After seeing her (my dream guide) for three years, I can sort of sense her energy, so to speak. But her energy felt off. I couldn't pinpoint what. This didn't feel like Manei. Regardless, the dream went partially lucid. This character said that she too thought the movie was scary and wanted to be with someone. She put her arm around me. Then hugged me. While this was happening, I started to feel her energy. A lot of warmth and love. I was actually trying to figure it out. Was I dreaming? Who was this? If this wasn't my regular guide it was somebody who felt very similar. Whoever it was, it was a very good feeling. I wished that she would hold onto me for the entire movie. She fell asleep. Then I started to feel sleepy. We then both fell over onto the floor, and the dream went wonky. Everything went blue, and I was in a void filled with a blue cloudy energy. I was OOB, of course. "Hello. I am p4qRo8y5 (something or other, not Manei). I am here to ask you permission to have spiritual intercourse (sex) with you." A blue and white hologram of certain sexy things appears in front of me during this question. It fades afterwards. I feel no need to describe them, I don't feel like using a spoiler tag today. Just let your imagination run wild. "What... NO! I don't know who you are!" She doesn't seem to care that I said 'no'. I don't even know why I said 'no'. I guess I just thought of the last time I had sex with a dream guide and things got very, very weird. Anyways, this character, probably a guide, starts talking very fast. She is partially speaking in a language of thoughts and ideas, rather than spoken words. I've talked to Manei and some other DCs before. It's supposed to be faster than talking. This object appears as a hologram in front of me. It was supposed to be some kind of visual aid for what this guide was saying, but it makes no sense to me. "...Recently there was a spiritual rise in consciousness that caused many people around you to become more aware and awake. You, to some extent, but not the full extent did this as well ..." The waveforms coming from the side of the shape increase. The circles begin to glow in small clusters. She carried on about a bunch of other stuff I really couldn't care about. I don't remember anything else of what she said, but she talked for a solid minute at light speed while I looked at the diamond thing. "... I am aware you are involved in dreaming, perhaps having some troubles with it. The problem is that you try to resolve everything with logic and reasoning, when in reality the secret to dreaming is creativity and happiness, the exact opposite. Don't feel bad for it, it is the way the human mind and society is structured. Now, tell me winch one of these jokes you find funniest." Two jokes are presented to me as what I can only describe as very poorly animated flash movies. In the first movie, a couple of teenagers are sitting around the table. Then, a large anthropomorphic rooster shows up. But it's like not a typical rooster. It has this large cerraded beak and big buggy eyes. He then says "I've got alottt of math homework!", emphasizing the word 'Alot' in a strange way. The scene cuts back to everyone sitting at the table and they all have rooster heads. In the second joke a boy is standing by a window. There is a city moving by outside so I can only assume he was in a mobile home. There is an Ipod on a speaker rack, and a girl walks by and turns it on. Rock-Metal instrumentals start playing. The window flies open and a flowerpot flies into the boy's face, then out the window. Some dirt is left on the boys face. "Lisa! What did I tell you about playing metal music in the house?!" The boy has a rooster head when he says this. I then remember seeing a view, something like a you tube page with a whole bunch of these 'jokes' playing at once. Many of them have the rooster head involved in some way. One of them has this woman with these very ugly, scary looking lips. Oh god, please don't play that one. "So..." "Um... Neither of them. Those were not even jokes. Just random visions. ._. " I get a dream glitch and go backwards very quickly through the scenes in the dream. I am back at the hologram of sexy things. I am then back in the classroom and the movie is still playing. I am then back outside and the military is stopped and looking at a turned over dirtbike. I wake up. Upon waking, I would say that the first animation was funnier. 'The problem is that you try to resolve everything with logic and reasoning, when in reality the secret to dreaming is creativity and happiness, the exact opposite.' This is very quote-able. I should make this my signature.
Updated 10-04-2014 at 05:27 PM by 53527
This was kind of funny and new: The dream didn't go my way, and suddenly I got aware of the fact, that I am already aware that it is a dream. I tried to will a person to come back by concentrating. Only when that didn't work did I really get lucid then. And optics were very nice - hence I more or less just wandered about where I was - a street with pre WW1 houses with little gardens up front and trees. But before walking away I turned round to see, what the plaque at an entry-way said, because before getting lucid I had read a name there. And the name was still the same upon looking again, but after first reading instantly started to morph in my direct sight - to a string of numbers finally. Bit sad I didn't get to do something - it ended in a white-out, optics disappearing slowly from the edges. This was number 60!!
Morning of September 29, 2014. Monday. Much of the first part of my dream was bizarrely distorted with only the ending sections being more coherent and memorably detailed. I am sitting on a bench along the wall of a bank, in the corner of the very large room. Perpendicular to my seat is a counter where two young unknown female tellers are working to my right. Apparently, I am there to help in the progress of an upcoming bank robbery. I am contemplating this and have decided that instead, I will help stop the planned robbery. Eventually, two bizarre older twin male characters come in and I know that they are the ones to begin the robbery. They are only about four feet tall and move in a very odd manner, their bodies being almost like penguins. One of them jumps several feet into the air for some unknown reason. I alert the tellers to the planned robbery and feel that I have changed from being a villain into being a hero, as if it were some sort of important back story to my dream. It feels very precise and realistic even though it does not at all relate to my real life in any way. After this, I walk out into an area adjacent to the bank’s parking lot, which seems like some sort of composite of an outdoor library and magazine vendor (recurring - possibly an in-dream continuous “rebellion” or in-dream “law” of being told “this ain’t no library, kid” when looking at a magazine from the shelf of a vendor in real life in childhood). The vividness of my dream peaks the most at this point, as well as with more realistic detail and bright colors. There are a lot of interesting magazines and books on display. There is a harmonious awareness and I feel a sense of peace. I notice one magazine spread that is about eye-level on the shelf. It is a two-page photograph (seemingly taken outside or on a veranda) of a male (from about the shoulders up) with long dark hair and a partly indiscernible, yet somewhat stoic expression. He looks much like me (but I do not recognize the image as such in-dream) but perhaps ten or more years older. I perceive it as possibly a composite of Carl Sagan and Isaac Asimov (except the male is not wearing glasses) or one of the two (though the male in the photograph looks Native American for the most part), yet there is also a vague idea that he is a rock star. I look to my right on a shelf perpendicular to the one I am studying and see another copy of the magazine that is displaying the spread (with other copies in the same general area). It is a National Geographic magazine that is closer to A4-sized rather than its smaller digest size. I recognize the design and yellowish colors and vignettes and soon see the wording. Instead of looking into the magazines more, I find my dream losing a bit of vividness. I notice other people behind me and to my right who are sitting at picnic tables reading other books from the outdoor “library”. I turn right and “walk out of my dream” with seemingly semiconscious intent.
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