(9/4/14) I'm standing in an old fashioned kitchen that looks like it was build in the 20s. In front of me on the counter are two knives lying side by side; one fat like a butcher knife, the other thin and small like a vegetable knife. I'm dressed in a pale, floral print dress as if I'm from the 20s too and all the colors in the room are washed out under the weak overhead light. Everything except the knives which glean bright and metallic from their spots on the counter. Slowly, I reach forward to pick up the butcher knife as though I'm not sure what I'm doing or why I'm here. And really, I'm not. But before I can grasp the cool metal in my palm a noise from my right distracts me. I spin quickly to face the sound and find Colin Ferguson (Eureka 2006) standing in my dining room on the far side of the table. Normally, I'm sure I would be absolutely stoked to have Colin Ferguson alone in my home, but the expression he's wearing says he's not here for coffee and sex. Rather, the look he's giving me says he has every intention to kill. He steps quickly, around the table, and directly toward me but I counter by scuttling sideways in an effort to keep the table between us, the knives now completely forgotten where they lay. He pauses, and his anger deepens as he realizes that I'm avoiding him. Then he tries, once more, to step around the table and I, once more, move to keep it between us. We continue this charade, back and forth, several times, and I know that this will never end. Frantically, I try to think of what I did to get Colin Ferguson so mad at me and I can't, for the life of me, think of what I could have done. Just yesterday my life was so boring, so normal, so... I freeze and on the other side of the table, Colin Ferguson does too. He doesn't understand what I'm doing and I think he's worried I've got some sort of plan. I don't have a plan, but it's just occurred to me that my life is never this exciting. My life is mundane, normal, and never in a million years would I be in a situation where a celebrity is trying to kill me. There's no other explanation--this must be a dream. As soon as the thought hits me, I'm lucid. I can hardly believe it! I take a deep breath and look around the room in wonder. It's taken me so long and, finally, here I am! I want to jump up and down for joy but from across the table Colin Ferguson has figured out that I've forgotten he's even there and that doesn't please him. With new gusto he makes to move around the table, his anger radiating from him like some sort of aura of death. In a panic, my dream looses some clarity and dims back to the muted colors it was before, but I'm still lucid and I remember something that Canis Lupis and Ophelia Blue mentioned in the podcast about what to do when your dream characters are trying to kill you. Concentrating as hard as I can, I tell myself the Colin Ferguson is only rushing around the table so that he can give me the best hug of my life because he's my best friend and I love him. It takes a moment, but I manage to turn my feelings of absolute terror into feelings of tentative love and I open my arms wide to him as he rounds the final corner of the table and powers straight into my embrace. The hug is weak, and Colin Ferguson's expression is still one of complete and utter hatred and death, but he's hugging me and I'm not dead! But then I think about how just a moment before, he was wearing that same expression and trying to ensure my certain demise and I wonder if this hug wasn't a bad idea after all. It's only a flicker, but in the millisecond that that thought occurs, the fear is back and I know Colin Ferguson felt it and I spoiled everything. He pulls away from our embrace at the same time I do, but I'm slightly faster and, with all the strength I can muster, I plant my palms on his chest and shove. He stumbles backwards giving me a few precious seconds, and I spin around to face the giant, pane glass window that's in the wall behind me. It's a nice window, probably my favorite one in the hole of my imaginary home, but I know I have no other choice as I sprint as fast as I can over the ten feet to that window, Colin Ferguson less than two steps behind me. I've never flown in my dreams before, but I hope I'm a natural because once I hit that glass, the ground is long way down. Pushing through the last few steps, I lift my forearm to protect my face and throw myself through the delicate panes... and wake up in bed.
DJ Log: September 7, 2014 – 9:45AM (USA Eastern) • NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID • I am with my dad and brother, walking into an abandoned warehouse in which there are pallet racks loaded with boxes of what looks to be electrical materials. Some of the boxes are broken, spilling their contents onto the floor. One of the spilled boxes contained light switches which are now scattered across the floor. We walk to the end of the row and turn up an aisle, looking down the rows as we walk. In one row is an old forklift with a puddle of oil under it. At the end of the aisle, we stop at a dumpster and I can see several bags of colorful crimp-on electrical connectors that have been discarded. Liking the colors, and deciding that I must have these in my collection of junk, I lean into the dumpster and retrieve a box of bagged connectors and hand them to my brother to put in the car. I reach into the dumpster again and upright a spilled box and load it with several bags of colorful connectors, then hand it to my brother. Again, I lean in and start to load a spilled box when a couple of bees fly up from the right side of the dumpster, fighting each other. My dad is talking about the bees, stating that they do not sting, but they can bite really bad. I think nothing of it and continue to fill a box. One of the bees buzzes by my head and I swat it away. It bites my hand upon contact then flies off. I put another bag into the box, then the bee flies up and bites my back and I wake up.
Friday night - Fragment - two yellow boxes astride pram wheels rolling doon the road - Standing at the back of my house. My neighbour got out her car, her hair was very long and bushy. I was thinking it looked odd. I had a couple of boy ties to give her. She didn't know aboot it and seemed annoyed when I said her husband had ordered them. The package had some digits on it. She asked how much they were but I coudnt get the words out. sat night - Had a big pile of cheques written for my work. My friend appeared and I had one for him, but realised I had written the wrong total. - Just bought an old Sega Master System. It came with a lot of games. The boxes were very colourful and shiny and a long rectangular shape. I had Alex Kidd and Sonic the Hedgehog cartidges sans boxes and was a bit annoyed by this. - Some fragment regarding a man converting old gamebooks into computer games. rubbish stuff -
Dream - Lucid I was on a huge ship sailing on the ocean. It was nighttime. Something about a shower. The Powerpuff Girls were there. Bubbles broke off from the other girls for awhile because she believed a problem that was going on had no resolution, but towards the end of the dream, it got resolved. I was kind of disappointed that it got resolved for some reason. But what did I expect? The Powerpuff Girls TV show always had a resolution. ~ I felt myself falling back asleep after being awake for 4 hours. -_-' But anyway. I was lucid sitting up in my bed, but everything was so dim. I looked at my hands, trying to examine them and make the dream brighter and more stable, but it wasn't really working. I floated into the other room where my husband was sleeping (he got home at almost 5am IWL so he went to sleep in the other room so as not to wake me or keep me up). I started trying to talk to him. He started to get out of bed as I was doing so. "Dallas," I rasped. It was surprisingly difficult to talk right now. I kept on anyway. "I'm lucid reaming," I said, either I said that or something similar. I started to undo his pants, but I woke up. Similar scenarios kept happening over and over again. I'd feel myself going back to sleep, I'd enter a dream where I'd be in my bedroom, I'd sit up out of my body, but everything would be dim. I'd try to examine my hands to induce clarity, but it wouldn't work. I'd go try to have sex with my husband, but everything would always black out, and I'd start the whole damn cycle over again. Sometimes, I wouldn't even get as far as approaching my husband before I'd wake. I just kept thinking to myself every time before I'd black out that I must not be in a deep enough sleep. There was one where I was looking at my hands, and imagining that they were burned or dismembered. Some of my fingers would then look weird and grown together, but that's about it. ~ I was in my apartment in my kitchen, which had a brighter, more fluorescent lighting to it than IWL. A short black girl was living with me; she was my new roommate. We were talking about something else too, and I knew she'd be a great roommate. "We're going to get along just fine," I said, but she was on the phone. She acknowledged what I said, however, by looking at me and smiling while she was on the phone. She then started to tell me why she used a Keurig to make her coffee. I then saw an orange Keurig on the counter making a cup of coffee. I thought about how Dallas and I had gotten an off-brand one-cup coffee maker as a wedding gift, but we still hadn't opened it. I guess there was no use for it now. The Keurig then started to malfunction. Water was going everywhere out of the top of it. I was trying to hold the water back. I then noticed how clear and vivid all of this was, and more water started to come out. I realized I was dreaming, but woke soon after. ~ I had just gotten to work. It was my last week there. Kaitlin was going home for the day; it was two o'clock, and I was coming in to relieve her. I then was by myself, and was trying to think of why I quit, and how I wouldn't be rehiriable. I started to regret my decision. I couldn't go back to Kohl's, and now I couldn't go back here. What had I done? I actually really like this job. Where would I go now? I had no back-up plan. I then had a customer who wanted a deli sandwich. I went to the sandwich bar and got some bread. The deli was on the opposite side of the bakery than it usually is. I also had never made a deli sandwich before, but the person working at the deli was already helping another customer. The customer, a female, was telling me what she wanted on the sandwich. I was having a hard time remembering what she was saying. I was also waiting for the sandwich bar to clear up so I'd have room; there were a couple of deli employees there already making sandwiches for customers. I put her sandwich on the end of the bar. I then saw Judy, a lady I used to work with at Kohl's, run up to the sandwich bar to help the deli really quick. I don't recall what else happened with that customer. I then had another customer, a younger man, probably in his 30's or so. He ordered some "garlic cheesy bread". I had never done this before, so I tried to repeat his order back to him so I knew I was going to give him the right thing. I had thought he said he wanted a lot of garlic, and I picked up a shaker of garlic salt. I asked him if he wanted lots of garlic, and he said no. So I put a moderate amount on there, and asked if that was ok. He said "It's fine," but he didn't seem happy that I had put any garlic on there at all. I don't remember anything else about this encounter. A lady then came to the counter and asked if Kaitlin was working. I said no, she left at 2. I then was cleaning up a mess on the floor. It looked like some small sprinkles of flour had gotten on the floor. There was water all over the floor for me to squeegee up, but there were a couple of long rugs on the ground as well. I kept trying to not get the rugs wet, but I'd always accidentally dip the squeegee into a puddle and it would soak the rug. I was trying to squeegee all the spots of flour up, but I was having a hard time with the rugs and all. I then noticed that water was now pouring all over the floor. I looked over and saw that the clear hose that drained water from something that ran the mixer into the drain was dislodged from the drain and getting water all over the floor. Ugh. I went over and lodged the hose back into the drain. I let it go, and saw it move a little, and thought it may come back out. I tried to adjust it a bit more. I then left it alone. Water and bread dough then sputtered out of something in the mixer as the hose started to function normally again. I then started to feel how full my belly was. I had eaten a big breakfast. I burped and puked a little bit in my mouth. Instead of swallowing it though, it came out of my mouth as little red, chunky-looking salsa bits. They landed on the ground, only about three or four of them though. I had eaten some kind of Spanish omlette with salsa for breakfast. I kept going on as if nothing happened; I didn't think any customers saw me, even though there were a lot by the sandwich bar. I then saw someone walk away from the bar who hadn't been helped yet. I guess maybe they had seen the vomit. ~ Just a side note...IWL I have not quit my bakery job. I haven't even considered it. This is the second dream I've had about it, however, the other one being a couple of nights ago.
Ok so I tried sleeping 8 hours without WBTB messing me up, and also a colder room and it had positive results. My dream recall did improve a bit. I had a few other dream fragments which I forgot but I did remember some others. 1st dream: I was just looking at some website on a computer, browsing down a webpage. It looked like a silver laptop from the outline and the web page was just links with a pretty simple set up. 2nd dream: There was some sort of party going on and my friend Todd (clothed) was dancing with a kind of curvy nude woman on a dance floor in a crowd of other people. His parents were watching from around 20 feet away and I was thinking "how embarrassing". So I somehow photoshopped a muscular clothed man on top of the woman and that was somehow less embarrassing. This next fragment I feel was from the same dream. There were two people on what seemed like hospital beds but with sheets on them? So they were comfy hospital beds. There appeared to be a nude boy and girl. They boy asked the girl something sexually which she replied positively, I forget what they actually said. So then the guy gets on top of her, and I can see hes wearing a man thong lmao. The girl starts screaming and it turns out hes just reaching for his cell phone. At this point the girl realizes she was screaming and she didn't really want to reject him I guess so she starts saying nooooo. Then the guy reaches over again and hes on top of the girl and she starts screaming again and he just turns off the light then gets back in his bed and go to sleep. The girl starts saying nooo again and from the point of view I'm looking I can only see one boob from a weird angle.... heh yea then I woke up.
Updated 09-07-2014 at 03:16 PM by 51024
I hardly recall anything. I was with... er whatever the heck this thing was. I thought it better to draw it rather than try and explain it. It was a strange creature. It's body looked as hard as stone, but it was still able to move and flex in a bubbly, cartoonish way. It was leading me through what felt like a city, though some of the buildings were floating, and the sky was black. The place was very blurry and everything looked to be a bluish-grey color. The creature spoke, though it had no mouth. It had a disc where it's head should have been with three 'eyes'. The disc was always rotating slowly clockwise. And the five colored circles going up its body seemed to glow. On a final note, the creature was not very large. Perhaps three or four feet tall. I woke up not remembering much. My lucidity was not very clear. I was on a date with some girl. She asked me to order her five foot-long hotdogs with mustard from a nearby hotdog stand.
9/7/14 Last night bed 8pm - 4:40am Going home with mom on a bus. We are going to catch a train later, that leaves at 30 min of the hour. It's already 20 min till. I say to her we need to get a cab to make it on time. Then I realize we have not only 20 min, but 1 hr and 20 min. We get off the bus. Walking to the cab, but stop to make hamburgers on some hotplate. Not a good feeling from this dream.
Last night the wife went off to babysit our grand-daughter so the night was mine. Whether to really go for LD or maybe get a woman in? I chose the marginally less difficult option and retired slightly earlier, read some LD stuff and went to sleep at midnight as per usual. 1.20 Somewhere in the Middle East and there was a palpable air of impending unrest...it seemed to be labour organizations v Government. A local well respected and moderate man had disappeared. "Why him?" someone said. OK short, sad but early...a good sign...one fish in the net...then it slowly fell apart. I decided to set my alarm for 5.30 am in time to WBTB and catch the REM happy hours. It took me at least 2½ hours to get to sleep...I lay there and heard the woman next door idle her engine for at least 5 mins before setting off for her boot fair. Her daughter's friend rolled up then waited as the daughter thundered back down the alleyway to get something she'd forgotten...amazing how one slightly-built girl can sound like a rampaging water-buffalo. Bang! door shut...Voom! off they went. Then the wife got home and I decided to WBTB again. 9.15 Walking in a large town for quite a while (although I don't remember much about it) I passed one guy who I thought was laughing at my age and I boldly challenged him. He said he was merely sweating because he'd just come from the gym??? Then he started DC speak about some girl and I reversed direction. When I felt I'd gone far enough I ran really hard (DS = impossible to run hard) back to the town centre. On the way I passed a really amazing landscaped hill, with beautiful plants, statues and waterfalls. I couldn't resist climbing the hill then somehow decided it was somebody's front garden and I stopped climbing. By standing on tiptoe I could just see a large mansion at the top of the hill So...it occurs to me that if I had pushed the lorry over the cliff edge on my dream of 4/9 I would have seen a really amazing vista and if I had climbed the hill last night....why so inhibited? 11.00 I'm a space (trooper?) with an automatic rifle and I'm pursuing aliens (who looked a lot like the Mangalores, from the film "The Fifth Element") on a planet that looked suspiciously like 20th century suburban London. They moved unfairly quickly and I never managed to hit one...I also threw grenades but never actually saw explosions. Then they disappeared and I spent what seemed like ages looking for them (the mega mega mega dream sign) Then I'm closely followed by a young male (noooo...not again!) But he merely wanted to know what I was doing. I went all show-offy and I explained that the aliens were "Karjons" (good name...wonder if it's been used before?) and I was hunting them. Then he launched into DC babble and I woke up. I wish I could condition myself to RC before I get up as well as I seem to be primed to wake at the sound of DC chatter. All that was left to do was explain to my incredulous wife that I hadn't slept for 11 hours "if you take off the time I was up + the time I was sleepless I doubt if I slept for more than 8 hours" (well...I'm convinced)
07.09.2014Expecto Patronum at Downtown (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I had a False Awakening and noticed that my wife was waking up. It was morning, but it was still dark outside. My wife went to the living room, and she appeared to be complaining because none of the lights worked. I asked her what was going on and she said that the lights wont turn on. I figured it was the classic light fail from dreams and double checked with a failed reality check. I jumped out of bed and I planned to go outside and fly away to make the dream stable. As I was about to leave my house I recalled the Basic ToTM to put some shoes on. So I just grabbed a pair of shoes from the entrance and put them on. Easy. I recalled that if they had laces and I tied them both, it was bonus, but my shoes had no laces, as they were the same shoes I am using in waking: As I looked up, I visualized some laces spawning and be able to tie them, but the shoes did not change, and I did not feel wasting my time staring at my shoes, so I just flew away. As I was flying, I tried to recall the advanced Tasks but I was not luckt at it. I demanded a few things to make the dream stable, such as, "Clarity now!" When the dream was clear enough, I tried, "Remember Advanced ToTM" but I had no lucky. I recalled the Robin Williams one, but I do not care at all for Celebrities and I did not feel like it. So I kept flying to downtown and landed in a busy street. Still trying to remember the advanced task of the month, I recalled Dreamer's Dare so I planned to teleport myself to the blue world. As I was focusing on this, I heard some background voice saying, "Percy is a psychic, so he ain't no muggle!" As I heard that, I instantly recalled that I needed to cast the Expecto Patronum spell. I was going to cast it but I believed I needed a wand or I would fail the task. I tried to look for a wand and to spawn one myself with little luck, but then, I found a branch laying on the ground and I grabbed it and I would pretend it was a wand. As I held it for a few moments, the branch turned into a black wand: So, as lifted the wand and chanted, "Expecto Patronum!" Lucky me, a white mist started to form and what appeared to be the face of an Elephant started to spawn. It floated around me for a while until it vanished. Not a very exciting thing, but oh well, task is done. No one around me seemed to noticed this spell. As I centered myself into working on Dreamer's Dare, I woke up.
07.09.2014September, 7th 2014 Fragments (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID - I found one of my cats outside my house, about to cross the street. - A dream with my wife. - Something related to Voldermort's Snake (from Dream Incubation for this months ToTM) - Something related to driving.
22:47 4mg melatonin 23:30? bedtime 00:00 Saturday 2014-09-07 03:45 alarm, 2x 4mg Galantamind, 2x 300mg Alpha-GPC, 2 rye crackers, glass of milk I have the feeling I had been dreaming. Then I recall the dreams -- interesting, 4mg melatonin is the most I've ever taken, and I had recall after only about 4 hours. + lying down outdoors on the ground/street which is a giant curving smooth piece of ice, either Winnie-the-pooh or Christopher Robin cannot deal with this road of ice, someone was hurt. It's very smooth, slippery, and hard, slightly curved, long and wide. + I'm sitting down to work in a large open room, there is a security bunker up above the room and to the right of me set into the wall at about 10 feet above the ground with several large windows/openings, it is plain concrete walls, I think "wow they have absolutely no decorations in there, I wonder how they like it,", I'm looking up at the 3 guys in the bunker, one of them, in the right-most window, looks back at me for a few seconds before looking away, they've decided I'm OK. They're talking amongst themselves. later these guys are talking about an employee who left to another company, and one who will probably not leave, pizza delivery -- "short stack" boxes which you get to eat all on your own I'm up on a roof, the security guys were talking about how "Leonid" was going to take a job in another country, but that "the French guys didn't get anybody." This may have been in a foreign language. Some pizza was delivered in "short boxes," which are not as tall as normal pizza boxes. If you get a short box you are allowed to eat the entire pizza yourself, one guy took one and I got one. + Walking buy a 2-story strip-mall, I see an attractive blonde woman well-dressed she's giving some pitch to nobody in particular, I think I've seen her before, I ask my wife "hey didn't we meet her in the airport in Europe somewhere?" Wife disagreed but I'm pretty sure I'm right, she's on the phone giving someone a sales pitch, her name is Lei or Leica and her name is outisde her office on a sign at the stripmall. +(f) I'm in a room, the maids are outside, I don't want them to see me. (mid-morning) reading for a while, trying to sleep. Try SSILD for a while and get distracting very bright fireworks-like HI: big bright blobs of colors and purple sparkly dots + diving down into deep murky water to save the drowning girl, there's little hope, I think I grasp her hand at last and try to bring her up 08:43 + self-pleasing impossible activity, I actually manage to do it a little bit. I'm thinking about naked pictures of a particular pose, it transforms to be gross. I'm sleeping but I hear people approaching, I wonder if I should check my laptop to see if the NSFW content is showing, I look at it and wow it's good that I did because there's a full-screen NSFW picture there, I clear it and try to lock the screen, but can't find the ALT key to hit ALT-L, someone's getting closer and closer and I finally hit it. + In my parent's living room, my wife is walking around by the window, and I think "maybe I should check to see if this is a dream, because I may not have been here before this" but I don't check.(ARGH! ). I'm sitting at a table full of gadgets, the piano is to my right, my mother hands me something and says "will you put this back, please?" and I answer "what is this from? I have no idea what this is." A man is near me to the left by the buffet doing something with a VCR which is down on the floor, I see some of the lights/words on the display panel, it turns out he's sending email from the VCR, I say "I had no idea you could send email from a VCR!" There's a second VCR on the buffet. I wonder if I shouldn't just let him use our normal internet device, that would be easier for him. I know he's the 2nd clarinet player, and I wonder what he's doing here, is he here for a carpool? I come around to the other side of the table in the center of the room looking back over this table and see that the guitar had been laid down on its back on top of a pile of things, I think someone has moved it out of the way to sit at the table. Then I realize that the thing my mom gave to me was the battery compartment cover located on the back of a charging device. I was happy to find what this thing was for. I pick up the main device and turn it around to look at its front. There were 3 old-style rotary telephones (I see the dials and the handsets) attached to this device, with modular plugs plugging into the housing of this device. I think this is a really convenient device, you can plug in all your phones to it. There is a phone list attached to the front of the device, the top part had handwritten notes, I recognized it as my mother's handwriting. One of the entries was for "the double-GUID" and I knew this was a computer tech support phone number, I fondly think about how my parent's always write down technical things in complete detail on sheets of paper. In the typed area I recognize the word "sexist." I have to charge this device so I cross the room and sit on the right-side of the couch by the TV, I think my dad is to my right, I think I could plug in batteries to this thing, and I look around me and see a dozen or more rechargable AA batteries strewn around the place, it's messy, sitting on the table in front of me, on the couch, and some plugged in to a charging unit with 1-2 batteries in it and about 8 empty slots. I think I'll have to plug this device into a wall, batteries will not have enough power to charge the device. --------------------- Then my wife shakes me awake to tell me where she's leaving the key
Updated 09-07-2014 at 09:36 AM by 65364
This is an interesting dream because I have been to this dream location before, and experienced many of the same feelings. I am in a city, I am in the older part of the city, in a place where the main road makes a T down the original main street of this town. Next to the intersection is an open field surrounded by kitschy tourist shops and a couple of mom and pop restaurants where the price of coffee hasn't changed since 1971. The old waitresses hangout outside the places in their starched aprons and "Flo" hats, smoking cigarettes and chatting about the past, how wonderful it was, how the times have changed. The times have changed, the city has moved on, sometime in the late 90's all of the business moved further down the freeway into a new part of the city, leaving these people and their memories relics of a past not quite too old to remember. I am there on a college trip, we are doing anthropologic studies. My husband is with me. I go and interview the people at the restaurant right at the T shaped crossroads. There are Splintering Wagon Wheels framing the ponderosa style deck, the restaurant hasn't seen a face lift since 1986. If you look down the old main street you can see a row of shops, grand windows now empty, now webby and dusty, some cracked some boarded. The local I am interviewing sighs * "It wasn't always like this, this was the place to be until about 1998, and then everything moved further down to the city. This place was a paradise, an escape in the summer for the high school kids, back in the 70's they would fill up the park and the bandstand, laying out in their bathing suits and spending their money at the shops. At Christmas the shop windows were filled with gifts and Christmas displays, people would line up and walk around the block just to see them all"- my interviewee look sad, reminiscing about a past that will never come back. He shows me a picture in a very 80's frame hanging on his restaurant wall, it is a picture of Christmas Eve, a huge "Macys day - esque" parade is going down the street, there are announcers on a float. People are crowding into the streets, bundled up in moon boots and hats with fuzzy balls adoring the tops. It is all so real, I remember people looking like this when I was a kid, the details are amazing, the children are in snowsuits with alligator clips on their mittens, there are balloons being handed out but they only float half high because of the cold. Then the picture comes alive like one of those pictures in Harry Potter, He is narrating the whole time - "Important people came to see the festivities, everyone was here- even Hollywood Stars watched them. I see Woody Allen step into the street holding his daughters hand (I realize in my conscience mind that he will marry her someday, and I think about how gross that is) I see his wife looking annoyed and rushed as they cross the street. The picture stops moving. I realize at this point that even though I am watching all of this, i ma actually pulling most of my information about this place and it's past from some sort of memory, being either my own or a collective one I have tapped into. I feel a sadness of the place that lost it's greatness, for the memories that were trapped there like a ghostly echo bouncing off of empty glass windows, moving though deserted diners and dying in the whispery grass where loud amazing summers had boomed through the field. I had a final thought : "I just experienced something amazing, I think I saw through someone else's memory." Then I slipped seamlessly back into the story line and had another dream about a friend falling in love with me, we lived in a crazy apartment complex where natural disaster had flooded it and broken it apart. I had a courtyard with a fountain that lit up. He told me he was in love, I said No, I am married, he took me on a bus and started driving like a maniac- I told him to let me off and he did. I felt bad because his sister was still on the bus with him. I went and told my husband about it. The dream ended and began a new one where I the details are so fuzzy now I can't piece them together.
Finally! Some variety again, and a smattering of lucidity: (early morning) + Visiting with TZ, he his not friendly, when it comes time to leave I extend my hand, and he extends his with his hand bent forward so I must shake his wriist, it's a poor handshake, as we're contining to leave TZ complains about having invited us to B, I talking about how I give good handshakes to someone else + young son S2 wants some juice, he's choking on something + see exposed left boob of hot girl outside in a yard party, she's "the cat" someone says, I'm in a house with an actual cat, stretching its arms up over its head trying to see its girl boobs, there is an open wall of glass windows, I close the windows and examine the little strange locking mechanism at the base of the glass, and pull the curtains, I see another cat sitting by the window +(f) talk about the entrance to the L Ha Sc how it used to be down below and the upper plaza didn't have a connection to the street + it's raining on my old stereo equipment outside, I see the tuner, I need to move it to shelter under the bridge while I figure out how I'm going to get it dried out and moved to where it's going, I pick it up and carry it, holding it so that the water will drain out of the ventilation slits, and wonder how long it will be before I can turn it on without ruining it, under the bridge I see the cardboard back of a TV up close and some man says something (late morning: battle back to sleep, won!) + I'm seated in a bus which is driving, outside on the sidewalk I see a guy dribbling a red/white/blue basketball like I used to have. As were driving by him for a prank he throws the ball at the closed window a few seats in front of me, it hits with a loud CRACK, then I see the basketball is *inside* the bus stuck to the window sill, I'm confused how it got inside the bus, the ball is deflating, the window sill must be sharp. + (lucid) (maybe continuation of above) I'm walking outside, (thinking about college courses?) and can't find keys/wallet in either of my pockets, "I'm screwed" I think, then I remembe my wallet is probably in my bag so its OK, I then turn a corner to the left, look up at sky and get lucid, my first thought is Yes! Finally! and I'm looking at the scene, its on a semi-urban street corner like near downtown B, the view is super clear/vivid, I "slow down" and decide to stabilize, to engage the scene I reach for a blue metal box attached to a telephone pole right next to me, I grab it with my right hand and try to feel the sensation, it is very faint I can barely feel it, and wake up/transition. + (semi) see a hot girl in tight/short shorts a few feet in front of me, I appreciate the view, I zoom up to her and grab her a$$ two handed from her front side, imagine some action with her, and try to will myself into full lucidity but the scene fades. + inside present day home (rare!), I'm lying in bed (which is not correctly oriented), I hear some dripping sounds, so I stick my head out and look at an area next to the bed underneat the beds cabinet frame and think I perhaps could be dreaming, but I do not get lucid. While I"m down there I hear the sound of water flowing and look at the other wall near this corner and see that there's a small slit opening into our room at the bottom of a raingutter drainpipe that (false memory) runs down the outside of the house at that point outside the wall. I see water flowing over the wood floor at a depth of about 1/4 to 1/2 an inch, oh crap I have to fix this. I'm trying to get out of bed but I can't get untangled from the sheets for a long time, I keep trying to throw them off of me but they won't get off of me. Finally I stand up and look out the window on to the street, I see a large road work crew therewith large yellow backhoes right next to our window, I see a dug-up area and think they're working on the road and that they probably hit the drainpipe causing it to flow into our room. I see 3 little small "mini-cat" style diggers with treads instead of wheels quickly zip over the dug-out area, cleaning it up. The hole is so big that they barely avoid falling in, the 3rd one jerk a bit almost falling in when passing over it. I go to my wife who is elsewhere in the house getting dressed and warn her a few times that "there are about 100 men working just outside". I return to my room and find my son nosing around on my laptop and I get angry and tell him to get off of it. + walking down F drive past park to MR's house, as the road begins to bend to the right I see up ahead that vegetation on the left side of the road has completely blocked the left side, leaving only 1 lane, the right, passable. A bit farther ahead I see that some of these branches are lying in the road and think someone must finally be starting to clear this blockage. I reach MR's house, iI think I should call him before just going up and ringing the dorbell. I see a large tall salvia plant with bright beautiful red flowers, I touch and examine the leaves of the plant and think I have one similar to it.
Haven't posted in so long. A week or so ago, I almost panicked when I opened the program I use for my DJ, and it gave me an option to start a new dream journal, or open an existing one. Thank goodness that there was a back up, otherwise there would be over 1,000+ entries gone forever. I mean, there's this DJ, but I can't be bothered to store the content here into some other file format that won't have me pulling my hair. 06.09.2014Pearl Necklace Placed In The Drawer (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I’m inside of a kitchen that’s akin to the one in real life, and I noticed that a familiar face at work is there fiddling around with something. She’s the perfect replica of the lady with the old visage and slightly frail body composition. She’s wearing a shirt that has blue, white, and red bled into each other, most likely what she wore to show national spirit at times, I guess. The kitchen in this dream was so real that it threw me off completely on whether or not I would be lucid at some point in the dream. Most of the area except the kitchen was fairly dark, or maybe my peripheral vision implied in the dream state was too blurry, thus enticing me to fixate my awareness to this specific location. There’s a fairly large transparent bag made of hard plastic, but I can’t recall what’s actually in there. I figured that with the type of material the bag is composed of, there were some elements of ice; so maybe some kind of dessert or cold items were stored there to sustain their temperature. I had an urge to take out some of the material within the ice, and with how I felt somewhat hungry in the dream, I’d assume the material was edible. She (let’s use “Nan” for distinction) proceeds to fiddle around some more with the bag, but not the content in it. I move the slightly huge bag around, and find felt something was odd about it. There was a slightly weird smell from the sink where the bag resides, and I immediately move the bag upwards to see what’s on the bottom. The moment I move it up, there’s maybe 2-3 creatures that look like white versions of slugs, or some kind of parasitic creatures with weird antennae like ears going diagonally from the frontal region of their heads. My lack of appetite for whatever content was in the bag augmented tremendously, and I had some weird feeling in my stomach. It was a sensation as if I was going to puke, or just cough in expression of disgust. I don’t know when the next experience occurs, but it had to be within this same experience I recalled just now. Nan continues to exist in a way that looks as if she’s a living, breathing, and sentient dream character with her own capability of doing whatever is on her mind, or whatever unconscious predispositions and beliefs I may have about her in general. She barely utters a word, and mostly expresses herself through body language and hand motions. I pay attention to her eyes, noticing that same look that feigns a sense of authority. She shifts her eyes downwards, and I proceed to do the same along with my face. She points to her wrist, and she finally makes a declaration that this is her pearl necklace that she’s about to give to me. I’m in slight shock as to why she would offer me something that looks so valuable, but she doesn’t communicate to me verbally after that. She merely opens a drawer, and puts the pearl necklace, and closes it shut. Before she did this, I noticed the necklace had a few missing pieces, or maybe the string was too long to contain the few white pearls. _________________________ 06.09.2014Shooting, But To No Avail (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I’m clearly in a warzone in an area that has a Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Reflex-esque feeling to it. The overall color scheme consists of bright muddy colors, and some bright colors such as yellow mixed in with that as well. I’m not too sure of the weapon I’m carrying, but it seems to be one where I can fire hundreds of shots pretty quickly. I’m not really concerned on having to reload seeing how I’m going through an onslaught of soldiers that literally look like lo-polygon game entities. From their faceted look in general, and the blurry and blotchy textures applied to them, it all felt like I was just playing a run-down version of a game that probably would have better graphics with next-gen consoles. I can’t really presume if I exist in a dream body that represents me, but I do feel sensations of walking, running, crouching, and things like that throughout the dream. I’m aimlessly going nowhere but forward, mowing down what appears to be enemies. Some of them just won’t die, no matter how much I aim at certain locations that would guarantee some kind of kill, or knockdown. I seemed to be in a state of no emotions, and just shifting in and out of spectator mode, and a third person view angle where the camera would be behind the individual in focus. I get a little irritated every now and then, and whenever enemies shoot me, I get weird vibrations around my body, and if I seem to be taking too much “damage,” things get a little blurry, and some weird spatters of liquid come up; probably to signify the potential of blood loss, even though there wasn’t any red to begin with. There was one soldier that seemed to give me a hard time even though he was only 3-4 feet away from me. I have my back braced against a wall to the right side of this region that seems to have a dark brown road with gray sidewalks in each side that’s gradually going uphill. I take advantage of the fact that I can see their movements because I shift around spectator view, and a third person point of view, and I time my attacks the moment I see them having a delay in their shooting. I manage to pick off some soldiers, but while doing that, I tried putting in some bullets to the soldier in this very dark blue camo outfit. He has some kind of weird shaped helmet that would be shaped like a D-pad you’d find in a Wii Remote for example, except it’s much more extruded, and blockier, but there is some smoothing on the edges. I can hear the loud and rapid gunshots, and I can gradually feel myself getting enraged at how this guy isn’t being taken down. And whenever he tries to shoot me, it seems as if I could be affected, but I’m really not. I’m not sure if I took care of him at all, but I do know I took care of a lot of dream characters. _________________________ 06.09.20142D Side Scroller Fantasy Sword Slashing Game (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I’m clearly playing a game, and I’m too lazy to go to great lengths in explaining the content, so I’ll be as concise as I can. - I’m playing as a female; blonde, long hair, chibi-like with an apricot colored visage. She’s wearing some elongated white top that extends to the middle of her upper thighs with some black latex/bodysuit that covers her entire torso and legs - She seems to be proficient with two golden swords, and a brown bow and arrow weapon set as well. - The area seems to be somewhere that has large gray statues in ruins, and general buildings in ruins as well. There’s grass forming around these structures, and the character is running the other way instead of the typical left to right movement you’d find in a side scroller 2D game. - She’s finishing enemies off with ease, and seems to have completely mastery of when to use the bow and arrow, and when to get close and personal with her two golden swords (or maybe it was one; she could’ve slashed so fast that I presumed she had two). - No one is going to stop this female from wherever she’s fixated in arriving to. I’d even presume this is some kind of chibi version of Marta from Tales of Symphonia 2: Dawn of the New World < > Except it’s not really like her at all from head to toe, just the costume and accessories seem slightly similar.
Dream Fragment I'm sitting down with Jayd and Csure. I ask them a question, if they had ever been in a situation where they're in the friends zone. I figure they probably think I'm in that exact situation. Side Notes Ive been sick for almost 2 weeks and haven't been focusing on lucid dreaming. Sleeping has been pretty good since darkening my room.
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