Two scenes from a dream. In one scene I’m looking at a list of teaching assistants and instructors for my university that goes back a number of decades. It's written on paper, pen and pencil. One entry per line, one year per line. My name shows up a number of times, both as a grad student and as faculty. There are other people who are there and around, and they are envious because I’m on the list so often, and there is (part of the background idea of the dream) only 1 departmental TA per year. Next scene, part of same dream. I’m in a house that is connected to my job somehow. I’m outside and PMC drives by. He’s upset about something, like I’m not working enough or I’m shirking my job. He says something like “Say goodbye to your house.” There’s a kid in the back seat, but that is irrelevant to anything that happens. I yell at him to stop. He needs help with something, like he’s overworked about something. Maybe it has something to do with cooking? Or a party he’s hosting? Anyway, I say that if he needs help with X, just ask for X. He drives off and I get him to stop again, and I say ‘If you need help with X and Y, just ask for help with X and Y”. That’s all.
Intensive DEILD attempt 5: My alarms proved a hassle again, they didn't go off properly. So annoying >_<. I do remember vaguely waking up at one point and rolling around confused though. I woke up at 2:30 after a pretty sexual dream but I can't recall it, I do know that I was in my bed in the dream though fighting off the urges for PMO I think? Dream 1 - Exploring a Tomb I remember walking into a sandstone tomb (imagine a place Indiana Jones would go), though perhaps with some modern attachments such as lights (but really old and powered by old dodgy electrical wiring). I walked down some stairs into a large room the stretched on for a while with a low ceiling. There were lots of sarcophagus' (sarcophagi?) in rows across the rooms, and along the walls were indents with pedestals holding burial urns. In my mind the idea of 'looting' the place like an RPG game occurs to me. I know that sometimes enemies can hide in the sarcophagus' (like mummies) which come out and attack you when you open the lid (ever played Nox?). Other people who are with me seem to be opening the lids a little too hastily, this makes me a little anxious and I decide to head out of the room and get the feeling that some mummies may be about to appear. I heading up the next flight of stairs to where the an Asian guy is sitting on a fold-out chair by the power box for the lights. Suddenly the lights cut out, shit. This is really bad because the people opening the containers downstairs could be in trouble if a mummy appears. The Asian guy isn't aware of the urgency of the situation. I think there's also maybe 2 other companions with me around this point (similar to the 2 who were with me the previous night chasing the Asian woman). One of them had seen 2 of 3 witches standing at the bottom of the stairs looking up at us from behind a wooden pillar that held up the building we were in. They were responsible for the light disappearing. At this time I was next to the Asian guy and was fiddling in my pockets for a little hand held light. He also produced a lighter, igniting a cigarette, the glow illuminating his calm face. I have my hand held light out and turn it on and point it at the power box. I say something to subtly enlighten the Asian guy to the potential direness of the situation "we should quickly get the lights back on, the people downstairs may need it". I think he manages to gets the lights back on, I walk over to by the stairs and look down to see the 2 witches behind the narrow wooden pillar. They're just... Looking at me? Weird. Creepy. I leave back to the power box but as I reach the 3rd witch appears now. Wow, what a beauty! She's floating there with a fur-lined coat, two white streaks that flow back through her black hair. She has a Cruella de Vil 'look' but is stunningly gorgeous and graceful instead of being crazy and ugly. I think I tried to catch her but she teleport away, then I tried jumping over the edge of the railing to get her. I managed to grab her but she swung back and teleported away, disappearing from my grip. I fall to the ground on the floor below and roll. I'm sitting with my legs stretched out in front of me and my hands behind me on the floor holding me up. "Damn, and I didn't even get her number" I say out loud, I feel slick as I say this and let out a *sigh*. I felt like I would see her again. I also felt really slick and smooth like a player or something lol... Dream 2 - Talking to my Dad (fragment) It's night at my parents house and I ask my dad if he wants to go to the gym or a surf in the morning. He tells me 'oh yeah sure' and says something about how he usually gets up at 6am. I readily agree that this is fine with me as I'm used to getting up early now (I seem to say this proudly as he usually has the impression that I'm not an early riser ). Both dreams were pretty nice, the first was quite cool. The second was nice because I'll finally be able to see my family again and I'll probably have that same conversation but in waking life
I found myself in my father room and for some reason I was already semi lucid. I felt like I knew it was a dream, so I got up and open the door to the living room. Once I saw that one side of the sky from the windows were blue and one the other side was orange which indicated the sun. I agree that I am in a dream. I made my vision zoom in on the walls to see if everything look like it would in waking life. The difference was that the color of this wall was orange while it is suppose to be brown. I decided to check the garage and see what look different there. Once I open the garage door what I notice first was that there were to air bags lift all the way up to the ceiling. I didn't find here to be much of a change. I then lost focus of the fact of being in a dream and became non-lucid. Soon after having a false awakening, I wake up in my father room with a person telling me did I have a lucid dream? I said barely, he then stated could've been a false awakening. I didn't understand that he was trying to tell me I had a false awakening and that I am still dreaming. I wake up not long after this. Lucidity Time: 55 seconds
Dl1 - In a room there is a vast and incredibly detailed model of a ? hard to say it is so vast and i'm so small or close up...The room is really dark and the model is grey. There seems to be a single source of illumination in the room coming from the side. I look down and there is yet another vast model below it is some kind of start wars space station. Dl2 - There is a mage who is fixing stuff. |When he waves his wand pink sparkly bits like magic dust float around in the air. He keeps doing it, can't remember what he was fixing.
During all the dream I'm not here; I'm merely witnessing what's happening. It's a hospital of sort, and the resident physician is a big burly man with dark hair and bear and a gruff behavior. The place is brightly lit and clean, with nurses in white running around a being busy. An incredible catalogue of people enter, each one with more ridiculous ailment and belief that the next. One of them worries that her belly button won't shrink back after giving birth through it; another want his broken hand to be cut off so it can grow back whole. The gruff physician isn't very amused, but some of the nurses hide in the rest room to giggle.
🌷When the alarm goes off and Oobe after reading new methods Got lots of sleep this weekend so feel redy for a wbtb - Went to bed at around 10pm and Set my alarm for 3.30am - I got up and went to the loo then laid back down and allowed snooze control to go on. I thought I may try to train myself to sleep quicker after hitting the snoozes - something Sivason Mentioned trying to do in training for Deild's . After hitting a few snoozes - I start to notice I am just getting into mellow mood-sleepy when the music goes off and just the fact of moving my arm to find the snooze button changes the feeling towards awakeness... Hopefully this will get better - I am happy I noticed that any way. But I move my hand to sit directly on my iPad now so next snooze I hardly have to move - I am on my back. I keep going like that for a few snoozes ( 20 mins between each ). As I lay there I remember reading about the Wild methods last night ( paradigmeshift - tactile wild method) and snoops thread about using imagination with moving the Dream body in the period of time leading up to a Wild ( during the dive ). In the Paradymeshift he/she says as son as you are starting to feel sleepy start to imagine your body being pulled by your feet and have a tactile feeling of your body sliding along the sheets. So I start doing this and it works! Suddenly I am Lucid in my dream but waking in a dream bed in a dream senecio - I come out of my body OOB style and move through the walls - the surroundings are very clear but I don't recognise anything - my waking Memeory is very much with me as there is a prayer I have been wanting to say in my LD and I manage to say it. I sit down and meditate too which has been a goal for a long time... I expected it tobe out of this world but it was quite funny ... DC's start coming towards me with aggression ( never happened before in LD) I maintain meditation and they try to attack me - at first something REALY hurts and I feel quite threatened ...but then they disolve and are gone into thin air- I carry on sitting there and it feels quite ordinary - I am amazed at the LD feeling having lasted so long this time - I feel it could be my longest LD. I spend some time really honing into the feeling of just being in the LD. I wake up and feel my body clearly in my bed - I remember to feel my body being dragged across the bed again and then ....Yes I am in the dream again - a semi Lucid dream continues now ... I feel myself in bed again and then back in the dream a couple more times - just short but all due to this imaginary moving of my body while falling off to sleep 🌺 I can't wait to try again tonight as this was a great experience! Thread I was reading ; http://www.dreamviews.com/community/...ad.php?t=40516
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Fragment -I was searching online on Amazon looking to find a nice bracelet that would go with my “Not all who wander are lost” bracelet. I Have A Deadly Ebola-Like Virus I went swimming to see this giant whale-like creature. Next to it was a tiny fish which I was told was carrying a deadly virus. I tried to stay away from it but of course I got bitten. I was working at a youtube show like Buzzfeed(I recently went on a Buzzfeed-watching youtube spree) and I had my own little office at the headquarters. I was standing in my office when I just sort of collapsed. Peope in white bio-hazard suits came to get me and take me to the hospital, where I ended up getting my own room. I stayed in that room for weeks or even months. At one point I was out of my room and people got so mad at me that they wanted to kill me to prevent spreading the virus. I got progressively sicker and could barely move. My family would come visit me frequently. Eventually I got better but… The dream repeated This time I was watching a lady with a black dress and brown hair going to her colonoscopy appointment. She was walking really weirdly and I realized it was because of her heels. Then, I WAS that lady. I went into this huge building and looked around to figure out what room my appointment would be in. I was in this large room and there were people sitting/standing forming a large circle. I was in the middle of the circle. People realized I was sick with the deadly virus and everyone stayed away from me, trying to avoid contact. I got shipped off to the hospital again and this time got a nicer room, where I recovered for a second time.
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10.11.2015Escaping the White Dragon In Ancient Sewer Labyrinth (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Surprisingly, I had little interest in recalling this dream, but if I keep doing that in general, I probably wouldn't bother to recall dreams that could be really awesome to depict visually in the future. I should continue doing more image streaming sessions during my days off from work, or at least a few minutes, or so for whatever day. I seem to undermine the ease of recalling things, especially ones that I try to capture immediately after experiencing them. I’m watching myself play a game, or at least that’s what it seemed at first, where you’re presumed to have to escape from a white dragon that’s hell-bent in killing you with its fangs. There’s a lot of quick time events that entail having to go left and right along with a third person perspective when you reach certain areas that allow this. The quick time events mostly involve you being in a first person perspective being capable of crawling through the sewers with ease, but with ominous music playing, and hearing the subtle nuances of the dragon’s breathing, and mode of action as well, it makes the experience horrifying. The white dragon would even declare sardonic statements of how one would be close to his death very soon, and such. The overall color scheme within the sewer labyrinth involves green, black, and a swamp-murky gray color, mostly for any water that’s streaming, or standing still. The transitioning from choosing left or right was very fluid, and had the dream-esque quality of weightlessness to it. It almost seemed as if the sewer dungeon itself was tilting, albeit very subtly. Or, it could just be the harsh movements of going left or right, and feeling as if my body is tilting to accommodate for the implication of fluid transitions. There were several moments where I was in close contact with the white dragon, but mostly due to me being a bit clever into tricking it into thinking I was at a certain location. I was completely oblivious to the general layout of the sewer labyrinth, and chose left and right in a non-sequential matter. Whenever I would partake in events where I visualized myself in a third person perspective with the camera being behind my shoulders, I noticed a sense of urgency to augment my pace in running, as I knew the white dragon would be less restricted in movement as well. I even had the audacity to visually scroll around behind me to see this dragon coming after me, and it was only 20 feet or so away from me. For some reason, I felt the environment itself with its ominous setting may have skewed my perception of the white dragon as I would imagine it being just as dark and tyrannical. Though, with a previous quick time event situation where it clamped my body in half, I beg to differ. There’s one event with the third person perspective where I’m inching my way towards the next hole, or entrance to randomly partake in. I’m wearing a shirt/sweater/jacket hybrid of some sort, and the sleeves are rolled up a bit. I’m wearing black pants as we well with some dark shoes; not sure of the exact color, though. The space around me seemed more natural than polluted for some reason, and I started to realize that the general layout of what seemed like an ancient sewer was merely the ancient aesthetics being seen as slightly vulgar to me. There was this large green base for the ground that was surrounded by a stream of water going in a circular motion, or being still for some circumstances. The walls were made of a rocky composition, and for some areas, there would be a faint white stream of light above me. But, because of what I felt were my limitations at the time, and the dragon being able to fly as well, I figured having to muster willpower to escape via flying would be futile at best. And with this dragon chasing me while I tried to find an end route from this dungeon, I was predisposed into thinking that it was trying to hide something that I could tap into inwardly for whatever purpose to be cherished, I think. It wasn’t the dragon being able to chew, maul, or tear me into pieces that was the issue, but more so having to potentially repeat the whole experience of going through this seemingly grandiose labyrinth. It got to the point where I’m almost out of the area, however, the logic of the experience entailed that I had to distract the dragon into going into a large body of water while I would have to land to the left of a nearby cliff that would lead me to wherever. If the dragon comes along with me to the nearby cliff, it would profess that I failed in my escape. So, there were several dream equivocations going on with transitioning in and out from this. First, the experience was translated into one where people thought it was some virtual experiential reality that they could treat as a video game. I would even go so far into saying that people would be tempted into making a video game out of it, and I even imagined someone like Markiplier wanting to play it as well. It got to the point where one could acquire a map of the whole ancient labyrinth. However, it was more than just simply navigating through the multitude of paths as there were certain switches you had to activate to determine the path you would choose. A lot of the switches, doors, and such were color-coded while the actual paths were mostly a milky gray color. Looking at the map, I could barely find an exit, but I was eventually able to find out since whenever you pressed on the map for certain areas, it would emit an orange trail to one of the exits. The two main pairs of switches consisted of a blue and green color. They were outside of the entrance to the labyrinth, and the environment around them had a mélange of high-tech machinery, and the basic composition of nature. It seemed that this area had connotations of a lost technological community along with some stylizations akin to Aztec, Mayans, and what have you. People were navigating around this area, and they all varied in existence. Some were children, some were very old, and they all had varied body weights as well. I was fairly skeptical of some that seemed a bit more grandiose in size as it would probably be difficult for them to enter it in the first place. It bothered me that these individuals treated this experience like a video game of some sort, which may have been an autonomous process set out for me to synch with this treatment of the dream. But for me, there was something that the dragon wanted to protect militantly. Some people even tried to go at the dungeon only to be reset back to this location with the main switches being pressed or back to their original position. It felt a bit consoling that there was an imaginative collective effort to figure out all of the intricacies of this area because it seemed like a nightmare, especially without the map. For some reason, even with the map, I still felt skeptical of planning out my movements because I inferred that there would be some kind of surprise; difficulty wise, pace wise, and such that would make the seemingly pre-determined paths selected equal in mystery. There was a point in the dream, or maybe this is another dream altogether that was sequential to this one where I imagined myself near a region that consisted of bars, fast food chains, and a Starbucks. Apparently, one could access the labyrinth via the manholes set out on the roads. I didn’t pay too much attention into wanting to get there through the manholes, but for whatever reason, I guess I was out here for more answers about something that I couldn’t remember. I eventually transitioned back into the base of the entrance to the ancient labyrinth, and invested a lot of time looking at the map, and figuring out how I should assess myself should I ever want to go back. I would even visualize myself going through a virtual experiential reality within this virtual experiential reality, ironically, and figuring out when the dragon would appear, and what I would have to do. It made me wonder if I spent most of the dream visualizing this in my head without even going through the labyrinth. And that’s why bothered me the most because if this were the case, for all I know, the actual experience would be something completely different from what conjured up in my head even though this would be experienced within my own cognition. The inwardness of the dream diluted the nightmare-like disposition of the experience in general, and became something more like a competitive event even though said implication was in guise of wanting to make it as such to again distract myself from thinking it was a nightmare having to deal with the white dragon; kind of like a self-reflection of how my mind would conceptualize certain events, and utilizing whatever autonomous process to suppress, regress, repress, and such to skew the experience in general. Every time I felt tempted to have a go at the ancient labyrinth, I would go back to the same circular process of imagining myself doing so, and being dissatisfied at the end result.
I was in school. It was just before a grand ceremony of the day of independence, in which I had to take part in. I had to go to the toilet. I entered it, and saw that the whole place was flooded with water, and there was toilet paper scattered all around. I wanted to enter one of the cabins, but all of them were occupated by my classmates. I decided to go out of the school, where I met my tractor course teacher. He told me that it was my turn to frive around the town.
Dream Plots: #1 This one particular part of my dreams was brilliant on behalf of my dream characters logic. I was on a double date of sorts and somehow the 4 of us (2 guys 2 girls) ended up on a stairwell. What happened was that the girls swapped guys and started making out with them in order to "test" if they were faithful. The girl that I wasn't dating sped downstairs with me and started seducing me; I failed the test. When she sped back up the stairs to check if her boyfriend had survived the test, she found the other couple to still be going at it. This took a massive toll on her self confidence and then re-opened the door for me to hook up with her again. She was much taller than I but was self conscious of her breasts. #2 My old neighbor was screaming in the window upstairs and the cops came rushing bye and pounded on the door to see what was wrong with her. They couldn't open the door so they knocked it down and rushed upstairs to find her in the bathroom screaming. I never found out what she was screaming about but it was scary. The whole scene was out of a horror movie in that she only had 1 light on in her house and it was pitch black outside. #3 I was on the bus back to another year in high-school. Somehow I teleported into one of my friends Jeeps and we drove off-road and took a shortcut to school. My friend J was in the front seat and he got out and I followed suit. As I made my way towards school, I ran into a bunch of kids that I started giving "fist bumps" to. This made me happy and feel accepted. As I progressed I made my way into the lunchroom where I saw C who had a yellow hat on. It made him look pompous and he carried himself that way as well. I put on the necessary social make-up to get past the situation and move on to fist-bumping my X-girlfriend twice. She is clearly a dream sign as she's been in two consecutive nights and I haven't seen her in 3 years. Fragments: #1 I saw a black Porshe parked in front of my driveway that was unbelievably cool. It had a "muted" black color so it was smoky instead of being shiny. It also had large, bat-mobile type wheels and my friend needed to test it out for himself. #2 I flipped through a year book which had an orange page with a "popup song" that came along with the visuals. The visuals told me not to forget the "Inner Smile" that can be cultivated through Buddhist awareness. Notes: #1 Dream signs are becoming more obvious. Whenever I see a girl is a great time to reality check. Furthermore if I see my girlfriend or my high school (I'm out of college), then that would be a great time to reality check #2 I am now convinced of this strategy. Wake up in the night during preset times and record your dreams in full. While this can probably be cut out as I get more accustomed to recording my dreams, in this early stage I think it is pivotal to do as much as possible in terms of dream recall... so that's what I'm going to implement tonight. I will write down in full detail the recordings of my dreams regardless of what time it is or if I am tired.
Mind your language I'm at my grandma's house, in her living room. There's a salmon/light brown couch, which is standing somewhere where it doesn't belong in reality. I'm with my mom, aunt, girlfriend and 2 cousins of 1 y/o and 4 y/o. My mom and aunt are sitting on the couch, on the left side. It feels as if we all slept on the couch. My mom starts asking me questions about the way my girlfriend rested her head on the couch. I have a suspicion that my mom is asking because of a dent in the couch. I become annoyed, because she's purposefully asking the questions in Dutch so that my girlfriend won't understand, instead of asking my girlfriend directly in English. Because I don't know the answers to my mom's questions I ask my girlfriend in Indonesian. My 1 y/o cousin comes close to us. My girlfriend is an enormous fan of little kids and starts playing with my cousin. I think at one point he stood on the coffee table as well. Running I'm walking in a massive hall. The type you would find in a public building. I don't recall there being anyone else. I start going faster and faster and suddenly realise something is wrong with the gravity. I'm running by making very big steps and coming of the ground for a short moment during each step. With every consecutive step I stay airborne a bit longer. I instantly realise that I'm dreaming. By now I'm already flying. I remember that I told myself that I would look at my hands to stabilise, which I do. I raise my hands in front of my face and I can feel them going up. The sensation is so strong that it feels as if I'm raising my hands in reality as well.* I have my eyes closed, but at the same time I can see my hands moving into my field of vision.° I don't feel the dream becoming any more stable. I alternate between enjoying the fact that I'm flying and trying to stabilise, because I know the dream will be over soon. I make peace with the fact that it's going to destabilise. *My sense of touch is often lacking in dreams. I've even been electrocuted without feeling a thing. °I read an article a while back that said you are able to 'see' your hands, even if it is completely dark. Hotel This dream is not gonna make sense to anyone reading it. Sorry about that I'm outside during the day I believe, at a sort of tribune together with my girlfriend. I was far away enough from her that I seriously thought that it was weird that she managed to touch me with her foot. We were messing with each other a bit. Eventually I decide it's time for me to go take a shower. Now I'm in a big hotel. There are some massive open spaces about. The details aren't clear to me anymore. The hotel is quite dimly lit. It seems everyone is here for the same event, though the event doesn't become important until later. The only persons I distinctively recall are my 20 y/o male cousin and later on a German classmate. I find a shower somewhere that says it's mixed: men, women and transgenders. I go in and there are at least 2 shower cabines with glass doors, both unoccupied. I think I put something down and then walk out again because I didn't bring the stuff I needed. I walk out a glass door which has a T on it, I assume for transgender. I've been to some different places in this massive hotel. I think I might've seen a swimming pool as well. I cannot for the life of my find the shower again though. Only a women's shower. At some point I'm walking along a corridor and to the left of me I see what might be a shower. Nope.. just 3 Indonesian toilets. They're dirty as well. At some point I still haven't showered and check the time. I think this is almost around the same time as that I see my German classmate. I have an analogue watch on my wrist.* There's about 40 minutes left until it's 7 pm and the wedding starts. I need to be ready by then. But we also have an exam at 7 pm. Both are in the hotel. Damn, I'm never gonna make it. I still need to study as well. It's dark outside and I'm in the tram in the middle of the city. I'm trying to get back to the hotel. I believe I'm travelling with someone. We have no clue how to get back to the hotel. We can't even remember the name. We ask someone if that person knows how to get there and we start pondering on the name. Sounds like... no not that.. we think hard about it. *The last time I wore a watch was months ago. London This dream feels so related (like a sequel) to the previous dream that I'm not sure this was a new dream or if it continued. I know that I'm in London, though I can't recall how I know this for sure. I'm outside during daytime. I don't believe I'm alone, though I don't know who I'm together with. I start negotiating with a man on the price for renting a moped. This feels very Indonesian to me. We're sitting on a tram while doing so. In the mean time I call one of my classmates. I ask him something about where he is and about our campus. This is somehow relevant to whether I want to rent this moped and how desperate I am. For a moment the scene switches and I'm able to see him talking on the phone to me, as well as the setting he is in. He is with at least 1 of our classmates, perhaps even more. The scene switches back. We're at my stop and I quickly need to get out. I have a big travel backpack with me, in which I've stowed another bag. There's another bag on the floor. I wonder if it's the moped guy's bag or mine. I exit the tram, together with a different German classmate I think. I haven't paid the fare. I enter a different tram. I feel guilty for not paying the fare and I want to. There's a PSA about paying fares and about being an ass if you don't pay it. I'm standing in the tram. I'm with 1 or 2 persons who are seated. I'm standing near the cabin of the conductor. I think there are two. One of them is a white woman who is about to start checking for tickets. I mess around my wallet looking for €2,-. I uncover a big amount of candy though and offer her some. We end up talking in a fencing kind of way. We make snappy comments and try to best each other, but it's a lot of fun.
+ party with friends on tables (folding?) (outdoors, dim): someone's brought hors d'oeuvres, take-out from some place, which are not the main meal: piles of bacon (I eat a slice!), some deep-fried lasagna (one friend sticks his finger fully, sideways, into one entire piece of the lasagna and then takes it out, I say "No way, no you HAVE to eat that piece!" + (f) I'm outside some conference center building with glass walls, inside a seminar is going on. I'm in just my underwear, and am very self-conscious about this, I try to sneak by the conference without being noticed. There is an opaque door to another room in the building past at the end of the hallway, I open it and see a pair of light/white shorts there, I wonder if they'll fit? I'm then walking back by the seminar room, and I look down and see I'm wearing light/white shorts and a white T-shirt. I'm relieved that I found a shirt, but I have a brief thought that I do not remember putting on the shirt. + gay flying stone statue I'm outside with friends in daylight, and I notice a huge stone animated flying statue is coming for me. It's about 15-20 feet tall and proportionate, like a large museum statue. It swoops down to pick me up, and I reach my arms up so it can do so. I have some thought like "(if I weren't awake?) I should (check to see if I'm dreaming)". Then the statue tells me we're going off to "party" with another guy, and I'm dubious about this because I think it's sort of an orgy-like party, and say "uh, can we bring some girls?" The statue says "no." I decide to go with the flow and kiss the statue's stomach: it is cold and hard just like stone. + airplane, canoe races, cooking On a passenger airliner that has crash-landed in the ocean. I'm standing at the large hatch which is mostly closed but opened just a bit. The crew had the great idea of keeping the passengers entertained by arranging canoe races in the ocean I imagine the large swells of the open ocean going up and down, making it very hard to keep a canoe upright. Then I'm DO flying around outside looking for canoes [don't see any ever] and think one of them has gone so far that they can't find their way back to the plane. Then I'm zipping around above the waters DO, it's now a lake, and there now are sports fliers in mini-(helicopters? jetpacks? some flying device) zipping around the water. Maybe they can help save some people. One such group is set up near the short, and a group of passengers is asking for their help with a young boy, who is bleeding. The hobbyists are reluctant to help the entire plane but agree to take the boy to get stitches. At the hobbyist's house, it is a dinner party with wine. Several adult female friends [unknown] are there with me, but the hosts, who are preparing dinner, are being very cold towards them and I think that's rude. I'm drinking wine from a fancy goblet. One female friend is standing in another room and (looking into the host's wine cabinet/cellar?). I go into the dining room and there is a table set up with wine glasses, I want to bring some to my friend. I'm holding the bottle and am about to pour a glass, when I notice that glass is full of water. So I pick it up, drink all the water, put it back down on the table, and pour the remainder (about 1/2) of my glass into the glass for my friend. I pick up the glass and move towards the living room to give it to her. Everyone's moving to the living room to watch TV. I say "yes, it is time now to go stare at moving pictures inside a box!" There are a lot of young kids, mostly girls, sitting on the floor in the living room watching TV. It's one large family we know [true]. Their mother is sitting with them, and I give her the glass of wine. She tosses it back in a single gesture, sloshing most of it onto her face and the floor. I'm confused by this and as I keep looking I realize it's not the mother but one of the daughters I gave the wine to! I'm a bit concerned but I also think it's funny. The little girl has a huge grin on her face. I crawl back to her mother a bit back on the carpet to the right and say, laughing "If <name> is behaving funny tonight, just realize it's because FryingMan got her drunk!"
Notes: - I felt a bit flustered throughout the whole dream. - I may or may not have woken up before this dream to mantra... it's hard to remember when this dream came in the night. I'm pretty sure I woke up around 5 or 6 and thought about getting lucid then. - I kinda felt like I had tunnel vision the whole time. [Enter dream]: So I'm in this apartment in LA or San Fran, I'm not sure. I just know I was in a dry area of California. I look out the window up the dusty street and look along the other apartments. It was a pleasant day. I look back into my room (devoid of furniture), and I saw this brown/black greyhound roaching (writhing around) on the beige carpet against the wall. I go and look at it, and think to myself "Wait, the only greyhound I ever saw was... I'M DREAMING!!" [ENTER LUCIDITY] I immediately start thinking of things to do. The first thing that comes to mind was to hop into Baron's Lucid Urth. I've never been able to force a change in setting before, so I considered jumping through a window or something to escape (I believe Baron recommended this?). I found this double-paned window above the door and figured I'd try jumping through it. I smacked it and fell over. I decided I wouldn't try that again tonight. I scrambled around a little bit more trying to figure out what I should do. I remembered that people had experienced interesting things when looking in a mirror in a dream. I ran to my room and looked into the mirror, knowing that what I see may make me want to wake up. Instead, I saw this ridiculous, practically comical distortion of myself. My neck was a foot long, and my face was smushed around in really strange ways. Totally worth it - 10/10 would look again. Then I grab my laptop IN THE DREAM and I open up DreamViews to look up what other people saw, and the consensus was that yes, distortions are normal, and there was a collage of pictures of people's distorted faces that didn't quite fit on the screen. [The dream fragments...]
I was at a party taking place at my old Grandparents house. The room was very well lit and longer than in reality. My mom was drinking a raspberry-lime-rickey beer and was going to write a story in my Grandfathers office. At some point I came across my X girlfriend who became a succubus. She got very close to me and made sure that her intent was sexual. She told me that her relationship with her current boyfriend is no good and that she needs someone else. At this point we were very close to one another and I could feel myself getting overly excited. That's all I remember from this segment. In another dream all-together I was with my uncle and cousin who had both gone bald. Now they don't get along in real life so it was strange to see them such good friends in my dream. We went for Pizza and waited in line. It was winter outside or at least felt like that. My uncle gave a kiss to his two sons and a loving way and that was all I remember.
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