Bed @ 0040 Woke @ 0350. Experimental vaccines I'm managing a line of people who have come for experimental vaccines. I'm at the front of the line waving people forward when it's their turn. I can see other lines of other people, but I don't know what they're for. Each person in my line is getting a different experimental vaccine, and I know that some people have really bad reactions or side-effects to them, some of which are life-changingly bad. These people are being vaccinated right in front of me, and I'm afraid that if any of them have any of these complications, I might be affected due to proximity. Alternate-reality Picard Picard is at the back of an airplane. He's using something to appear in our reality, but it's not working right. He's mostly here, but he's very cold and having a hard time breathing. He kneels down and breaks something on the floor - trying not to be seen doing so - and starts to warm his hands over it. It seems that whatever he broke is the device that's sending him across realities, and by whacking it he made it work better. Defense tribes I see five small tribes, each in its own circular camp, forming a line * * * * * dividing two areas of land, protecting one area from invaders coming from the other area. I've snuck into the camp on one end and been discovered. The people who found me aren't at all pleased with me, but they're also not attacking me, so I decide to try to win them over. After all, I'm an explorer, not an invader. I decide to break the ice by getting everyone a fresh drink. Moving slowly and unthreateningly, I move around collecting their old glasses. Now I'm walking through a field full of small groups of people. I'm having to be really careful to walk right down the middle of the groups since a lot of people have their legs stuck out and I don't want to trip. Late-night phone call It's after midnight, and I get a phone call. At first I assume it's junk, but as I pick up my phone to hang up I see that it's actually Ronne. I realize it must be important and try to answer, but I can't - I must have waited too long and dumped him to voicemail. Explosive fun I'm in a tunnel system using explosives to unearth fish. They're somehow trapped in rock, and after the explosive blows the rock apart they're able to swim away. I'm amazed that they're able to survive such an ordeal. I keep going back into one area, blowing deeper and deeper back into the rock. Now I'm trying another area, but the fish are more aggressive. Now I'm watching someone try to blow up a medicine cabinet; but instead of blowing up it just gets blown off the wall. Somehow I know that a crack formed in back, that the force of the explosion found the crack, and that the full force of the explosion passed through the crack and expanded between all went through, blowing the cabinet off the wall. The wall itself is completely undamaged. BTB @ 0400. Fragments: I'm wandering around with a half-broken bottle. Its neck snapped off really easily - I can't believe how cheaply it was made. I'm wandering around what seems to be a cafeteria. There are lots of empty tables, but I'm the only one here. Somehow it has something to do with changing prisoner's gender and sending them to colonize a new planet. I'm in a huge tent listening to my supervisor and the job foreman talk; my company has provided the foreman with something he need to complete the job here. The foreman is telling us about the risks and rewards of this project; depending on whether he finishes early or late, there are significant risks as well as rewards. I'm at home in my family room. Some men in suits are setting up outside for someone to make a presentation. Now he's talking, but I'm getting echo; it turns out it's because I'm hearing him live as well as over a speaker phone someone turned on. There's something about my bluetooth headset battery being almost dead.
On 11/27/2015 I drank a whole bottle of new Amsterdam during the day and took 100 mg of 5 HTP before bed at 1 am. I had a very profound and interesting dream today. At first I dreamed of flying towards a large super cell storm which had red color about it in a few places. In a dream a voice told me that the cloud had devils inside it or something like that. The dream changed and I was on the beach alone. Behind me were summer homes (dachas in Russian/Ukranian) it was weird because it looked like an American beach and behind me were Russian houses and plants. Another voice told me to shoot 3 times inside the storm to create a large wave in order to ride on it to another side of town. I remember again in the dream I was on the beach with a handgun pointing not just towards a storm cloud but a monster tornado in the ocean I shot 3 times as the tornado opened up and crated a massive wave that looked like it was about 100 ft in the air i remember i ran away from it and timed it perfecly and ended up in a different side of the town. I then went back to the beach and began to ride huge massive waves that I crated so I was not afraid despite them being really black and huge. I also at some point in time looked to my left on the beach and noticed the tornado inside the water moved far away now but it was still creating massive weights for me which i kept riding and had fun with. The dream was over and it almost seemed like really life in a few days I will use galantamine again at lower doses.
I'm in some kind of airship and I'm stopped somewhere. I feel like it's one out of more stops I have to make. Probably would of had a lot of fun with this dream if I had stayed lucid longer and was more aware.
Woke up at 7 a.m after going to sleep at 4 a.m, read a couple of stuff before going back to sleep, stubbornly. I ended up in a FA, with a incredibly loud buzzing sound zipping across my room. I look up and catch a glimpse of a enormous wasp, with a bulging abdomen in bright yellow stripped with shiny black. I pull the blanket over my head to hid from it, but I feel heavy and sluggish. I'm in a train and get out at the station. A old man with very few hairs left walks up in my face and start spouting non-sense, I try to flee. Finally, I'm in the dark, laying in my bed. I feel someone climbing next to me, then pulling me against himself. I recognize Eli's body, his warmth and smell and burrow in his arms.
#480 - WILD/DILD - 4:38AM After some time of trying to WILD (about and hour), I feel as if I am sitting more upright that I should be in the recliner. I feel as if my head is bobbing forward and to the side like I am consciously falling asleep. I worry about the headset falling off, but I try to relax and just go with it so I don't mess up the WILD. I quickly realize that I am probably not sitting this far forward and decide that I am already in the dream state. I wait a moment and begin to notice very mild vibrations in my body. I don't waste anytime here and think about getting up out of the recliner. When I do, my body effortlessly surges forward with a strange gasping/sucking sound; I wonder if that sound is just my breathing. I have the sensation of opening my physical eyes and worry about waking up, but my vision corresponds to my dream environment so I do my best to ignore the feeling. I walk to the kitchen. The room is dark and everything looks as it should. I decide I am in the dream far enough to give the left-right eye signals. I then turn and walk back across the room while doing the block-push-motion that I had practiced with the headset before bed. I am excited and curious if the computer picked up my dream actions, but I try to stay in the dream a little longer. I see Remy sleeping on the futon as he is in the waking world. The area around him seems extra dark and it's hard to tell what he looks like. Not having any other goal, I decide to wake dream Remy and see how he interacts with me. I as I move toward him my excitement of the experiment wakes me up.
+ on a driving trip, pulling in to a rest stop area. There are facilities, some are public, some are private, they seem like just lines of closets, some small, some large/long. One has cafeteria, guys with mugs with logos, enter, (talk to woman/), under a tent (wife?) is holding a giant bull penis, about 2 feet long and fist-thick and erect, it wobbles as if made of rubber, I'm standing by a fence, and she throws it at me and I barely dodge out of the way. Later I see the penis thing again with a bloody "bone" spot in the middle of its cross section where it was cut off on the bottom) + outdoors daylight, wide open empty plain, a guy is shooting a shotgun into the sky and the pellets are refelcting/falling back down off from the sky onto a large incline full of barrels and hitting the barrels. Then it's night and the guy warns of the jackals coming. I hear growling and see two little green reflective eyes in the distance. Start running and one is near me, I have no gun, it seems to be feigning injury, may be a trick, I'm fighting it off with a stick. The jackals dig into the sand like an arrow and launch themselves at you. Then it turns into a large human baby but I know it's a jackal, it's slippery, I'm at the edge of the sea and know I must down this thing. I get a grip and hold it under the waves, it struggles, I feel very uncomfortable about this as it looks like a human, it turns red, and becomes bloated and drowns and dies, the guy is which me and says "oh man do you think it was a real baby?" I say no, turn it upside down, it is a hollow plastic shell, empty inside except for some straps rolled up and taped against the insides, on the outer rim the words "Human Con" is written in small letters ("human container?"). I say "if this was real, there would be a stomach, heart, lungs, etc. in here". + ice skating rink: race (did I participate? I think I could do OK), following girl going counter-clockwise, doing front-crossovers, I'm on hockey skates, girl likes the center ice because it is smooth, it's for figure skating practice. WBTB, long BTS, much day dreaming, find determination to sleep/dream more, eventually fall back asleep. + FA LD#155 I find myself awake in bed feeling frisky and "ready for action", so I turn to wife and start initiating contact, she seems receptive and we start embracing. Then I notice that across the living room out the window and into the neighboring house there is a figure standing at a window behind a thin curtain I think he's watching us, and very well may see us. So I get up and walk to the wall and close the curtains (the guy turns away as I do this?), return to bed (glimpse of other people walking in other rooms of our house?). I notice that there is a short curtain that has partially closed over the front of the TV set as well and think this is funny/interesting (it's in "solidarity" with the other curtain I just closed). My wife is then up and at the sliding glass door and lets in a little dog, she says something about someone bringing it for us, little dog comes running in, it's supposed to be just like our [deceased] dog L, he lifts his leg and pees on a scooter leaning against the wall near the bed. I think to myself, "now, if that dog looked more like 'L', I'd have to do a reality check!", I do a few nose pinches anyway, determine I can breathe, and get lucid. I immediately head out the sliding glass door to the garden and look around. I immediately see large rock formations against the back of the garden fence. They're very impressive. It is bright daylight outside. I walk to the center of the rectangular back yard, noticing all the stuff lying around, and remember my desire to narrate during LDs. I slow down and pay attention, and I start hearing birds chirping, it sounds and looks and feels *just like* a typical suburban garden. I start saying out loud what I see, "my old red/white/blue basketball [lying on the ground among the wood chips], a lovely BBQ, [turn around look behind me] pink flowers [like lilies, cone shaped] growing in a bush", I see a basketball hoop above the flowers. There is so much to see in this garden, if I narrate everything it will take the whole dream?! I see my wife walking ahead of me in the garden, still feel frisky, should I have sex with her? Decide: no. I raise my eyes beyond the garden and see a neighboring house a ways across the hill, super tall (5-6 stories) and non-level sloping roof line sloping up from left [low] to right [higher]. I want to fly up to the roof of that house. I push off against the ground and aim my intention at the top of the roof. But instead, I go straight up very high into the air, several times higher than the roof of the neighbor house. I lose speed and start falling back down, and aim myself to the roof of the house and land there. It is a rich house with lots of security. I want to enter (there are hot girls in there?). The lock on the door seems like a game: you have to request something, do a quest, and return with the answer in order to get in, I think "screw that" and make a "throw away" gesture with my right arm and the door is ripped off its hinges. Inside, video game looking vague bad guys are shooting rifles/guns at me. I run through the hallway straight ahead, making squeezing gestures with my fists and they all "pop" and disappear. Then I know I have to face the boss of the place. (discontinuity? Loss of lucidity) I turn round a tight corner and enter a very small (one-two person) elevator, I know there's a girl there? There is, and I'm very excited at the prospect of making out with her. She is a petite "hostess" emo girl, not super pretty, with hair hanging down in front of her eyes. She seems annoyed/not welcoming attention. I face her and brush the hair off her face, she's wearing dark red lipstick and has a small mouth. She asks "How long will you want me for/will you be here?" She says that she was with a new customer "and [she] can make a lot of money." I take her in my arms and her whole body is trembling. I understand that the manager sent her to me, but that this interrupted her visit with another customer, I say "you're trembling, are you angry that you were interrupted?", (she indicates yes?), I talk to her and soothe her, tell her it's OK I don't want to take her from her other customer. I kiss her lightly on the cheek. I realize she's stopped trembling, (I say "see it's better now?"), elevator reaches the top, and I give her a light kiss on the lips, we go our separate ways. If the manager sees we're not together, he may get angry with her and she'd have to bring him to me, if that happens, I wonder if I should say she ditched me? No, won't do that. Turn around, pass a manager telling waiter next to the kitchen to stop giving out breakfast menus (I see the pile and think I should take one because I want an omlet, but don't), keep going, enter large area (bowling alley?), just before I turn the corner I hear my instrument playing warm-ups, uh oh is it a rehearsal? I don't want to go, I'll tell them my instrument is in for repairs ["remember" this as being true anyway], sit down with group at a table, young guy waiter taking orders, look at menu seems to be pictures of burgers, I ask if breakfast is still available (I want that omelet!), he leaves to ask goes around corner, I say "bet he won't be back for 20 minutes". Briefly see plate of burger and fries on the table (then why did they order if they already have food?)
Updated 11-28-2015 at 12:16 PM by 65364
I went to bed around 01:30 last night and just now (10:00) crawled out of my hammock, after having been awake for ~20 minutes. Grey mouse I'm walking in a former school building. You can still easily see that it used to be a school building, but it now serves as a student housing complex. I can't recall having any purpose for walking there. I just keep on going. At some point I see a former housemate from a distance in one of the rooms. He makes a motion to provide me with the right directions. Eventually I'm near the top of some stairs. Right next to it, in a sort of cubicle with very low walls, is a girl studying. She has a bit of a nerdy look about her, a bit of a grey mouse. She isn't pretty, but she also isn't ugly. She's working on something that requires difficult calculations. She sees me and asks me if I can help her with it. Sure I can try. My area of expertise is something entirely different though, so I doubt that I can be very helpful. The area at the stairs is very narrow and more people want to pass from below and after a while someone wants to go down as well. It requires a little bit of acrobatics for me to get into the cubicle. I think another guy, who was behind me on the stairs, is also having a look. I feel like asking me to help her is more of a ruse from her to get my attention. I'm not interested, but I let it slide and attempt to help anyway. We move to another table, perhaps 3 metres away. For some reason I'm holding her black iPhone in my left hand and my own black iPhone in my right hand. On the lockscreen I can see her name, but I can't recall it anymore. It was a slightly unconventional name. I turn her phone towards her to show that I'll need her passcode to get in. She tells me the code. I think it was 1010 or 2222. After a while I tell her this is a bit of a mindfuck, having the same phones in both hands. I wanted to do something on my phone, but did it on hers instead. I went to her pictures. I think there are some old black/white pictures of a baby. Fragment » I've received a reply from an Indonesian man. He is the supervisor for the internship that I want to do. It's an email and the level of English is just horrible. I can't make much out of it. It leaves me feeling a bit frustrated.
Updated 11-28-2015 at 10:22 AM by 71740
*shows up three years later* oops. I sort of haven't been on in a while, but I've been getting more into lucid dreaming again and I decided I should come back to log my dreams somewhere other than my phone notes, if only for record keeping purposes, lol. I haven't been keeping track of how many lucids I've had since I've last been here, hence the question marks in the title, but, eh. NON DREAM - DREAM - LUCID I wake up and check my phone and see that it says 12:35pm. Shit. I slept in past my morning class, and if I don't get a move on immediately, I'll miss my afternoon class. I jump out of bed and see my roommate and say, "Dude, I slept in and now I'm gonna be late!" She responds with a halfhearted "Aw, damn." She knows when my classes are, the least she could've done was wake me up. The nerve. Anyways, I rush outside and find myself in the lecture hall where my class is. For some reason, though, I'm still freaking out and trying to figure out a way to get to class, even though I'm basically there. I see my friend E and I run up to her, yelling "I missed my first class and now I'm gonna be late for my second!" She grabs my shoulders and gives me a hug to calm me down, saying "It's okay, if you hurry now you can still make it in time." I realize I don't have my backpack. Apparently I left it in another classroom, so E comes with me to look for it. When I sneak inside the classroom where my backpack is, the lights are dimmed and the professor is lecturing away. I try to stay as quiet as possible so I don't interrupt while I slink over to grab my stuff, but E walks in behind me and yells "DON'T WORRY EVERYONE, SHE'S JUST GRABBING HER STUFF!" I cringe and say "Stop it, this isn't even my class!" She stops yelling and apologizes. I make it out of that room with my backpack in tow, and I start walking down the hall toward the exit. As I'm walking, I pass my friend A who, in real life, goes to school on the other side of the country. "A? What are you doing here?" I say. Before he can speak, I say "Sorry, I'd love to stay and chat, but if I don't haul ass right now I'll miss my class. I'll see you later!" and then I turn and keep running. When I make it outside, I'm standing at the bottom of a hill. I can see the bus stop at the top of the hill, and I try to walk toward it. However, I can barely move because my legs are like lead and I'm making no progress. I see the bus pull up to the stop and tears start to well in my eyes because I know that if I don't catch this bus, I'll miss class. Damn, I think to myself, this is just like in dreams when you just can't...oh. Oh, wait. I put two and two together and realize I'm dreaming, confirming with a few reality checks. I quickly ditch my backpack and abandon my attempts to climb the hill, deciding to sit on the curb instead. I spend some time just staring at my hands, realizing just how strange looking they are and how wonky my fingers look. I grow another finger. Ew. I also paid attention to the grass around me, noticing how vividly green and soft looking it was. Basically, I tried to calmly engage multiple senses so that I could stabilize the dream. I look up and see three people come out of the building: my friend A from earlier, this other kid I went to high school with, and 90's Leonardo DiCaprio. Nice. It's an odd group, but I'm not complaining. Especially about Leo (who I stand up and greet with a kiss because I love myself and I deserve it). I invite everyone to sit down on the side of the curb with me. I pull out my phone and we start taking selfies, and I say "Wouldn't it be cool if these showed up on my phone in real life? Except they won't because NONE OF THIS IS REAL!" They don't really react to that for some reason. This kind of reminds me to deal with a problem I usually have in lucids: communicating with DCs. Mostly I find that I'm always the one doing the talking, and hardly ever will I hold a decent conversation with a DC. I ask Leo how his day was. He just smiles and nods at me. "No," I say, "use your words." He's clearly making an effort, but he's struggling. Suddenly, I hear a heavy Russian accent say "Here, you need to eat." I look up and see Wanda Maximoff from the latest Avengers movie standing above me. In one hand she has a dark brown wicker basket, and her other hand is holding a red fruit rollup, outstretched to me. I thank her and take it, and it tastes just like a normal fruit rollup. I think Wanda's food offering was a way to help me stabilize the dream because at this point my lucidity was getting a little shaky (a device to help Leo talk had appeared randomly in my hand and I didn't question it at all). Basically, my subconscious was like, "You're losing it, dipshit. Eat something." Thanks, subconscious. Anyways, I'm sitting there eating this fruit rollup when suddenly I get an idea. "Hey Wanda," I say, "where's your dad?" (For those who don't know--in the Marvel universe, Wanda's dad is Magneto, aka Erik Lehnsherr. Erik is played by Michael Fassbender. Michael Fassbender is a beautiful man. I had some saucy ulterior motives.) She gives me a strange look before saying, "He's inside." I thank her and run back into the building I had just previously exited, except this time, instead of it being my lecture hall, it was my mom's house. I'm pretty familiar with the place. I start calling out Erik's name in hopes of finding him, since I find that I'm better at finding people in dreams instead of just summoning them, but to no avail. I walk into the living room and see my sister lounging on the couch. I ask her if she's seen Erik. She says, "Yeah, I think he's over behind that gate." I look over and see one of those gates meant for blocking off babies from getting into certain places, but it was blocking off the area by our front door. Behind the gate, there are huge piles of blankets and laundry. I walk over and start digging around, but I don't find Erik. My sister laughs and says "Just kidding, I have no idea where he is. I don't even know who Erik is." I yell at her for wasting my time and walk into the kitchen. Erik is trash, I think to myself, so he's probably in the trash. And if he's not, he should be. I open the cupboard under the sink and grab a new trash bag. For some reason I feel like having a trash bag will help me find him. From the other room, I hear my mom yell, "LEAVE HIM ALONE." I respond with a resounding "NO." Then I wake up. I'm pretty happy since this was the first lucid I've had in a long time. It's motivating me to really get back into the swing of things, if only to continue my desperate search for Erik Lehnsherr. And yes, I did check my phone's camera roll when I woke up, but there were no selfies with 90's Leo DiCaprio :/
Morning of November 28, 2015. Saturday. Yet again I am seemingly living in Cubitis, or at least in a version of my Cubitis bedroom (though there is not much furniture whereas the room had been crowded with furniture prior to my move), though I am also aware that I am married and living with my family as they are now, yet somehow, I perceive that I may only be around twenty years of age. It seems late at night or a couple hours before sunrise, perhaps. All of my lights are on and the room is bright at first (unrealistically bright, in fact, though the scene is very vivid). However, there is eventually a strange mood, a sense of someone being outside in our front yard, and my lights go out at this point - though there also seems to be a bit of light and movement outside, perhaps from a flashlight shining through the curtains or a brief flash of the light from a police car (perceived as approaching from the north). I am wondering how this happened. Perhaps someone shut off the power from outside - yet I also get the impression that I may have mentally caused the power to go off of as an act of self-preservation. I decide to move away from all the tall windows so that my shadow is not seen to anyone outside, which is a bit illogical, as my shadow would have been more likely seen when my lights were on (typical skewed dream “logic”). I carefully go to the middle west window and look out and see an unknown male (perhaps in his thirties) and another male to his left who may be his son. There are a couple backpacks lying on our lawn to their right and some of their apparel seems militia-related but not all. They are standing near the center of the front yard. They do not see me at any point. A strange event occurs. The older male fires a bazooka at our roof and I am aware that he is doing this because he is angry about our satellite dish and communications technology and I get a strong impression he does not want me or anyone in my family to communicate with anyone. He does not seem to want to destroy our household, just stop us from giving accurate information to people as well as preventing us from getting information from people or the outside world in general. I go out to the carport and casually say hello to them after writing down the license plate number of their car (parked adjacent to the highway past our front yard), which is six digits in all and begins with a “three”, though I did not hold the number in my mind long enough to remember what it was now. It was “three” followed by a space, followed by three numbers (possibly 467), another space, and two more numbers (possibly 92). Somehow, I take it to actually be a telephone number such as one seen in a so-called infomercial (even though again, there are only six digits). They walk into our carport, seeming uncertain of what to expect, but come into our house. The older male sits in an armchair (facing south and to the left of the implied carport door) and his son sits perpendicular to him to my right (facing west) as I am facing north, looking directly at the older male. The room and layout becomes unknown. It still seems to be implied to be my bedroom, but the carport door actually seems to lead to a hall at this point. (It is so typical of dreams to change layouts of a house at different times, as I had just used that door to go out to the carport and back into my room and now it leads to a hall.) I very quickly pick up my large Olympic barbell (almost without thinking, as it had been leaning to my right against my chair) and jam it into his mouth (still remaining seated in my armchair and he in his across the room from me), all the way to the back of his neck, it seems. He is still alive but cannot move or speak and his eyes are bulging in utter fear. Although his face is generically human, it is too oddly rendered to be a real human face (typical of some dream types and scenes). His teenage son is very worried and remains seated and does not do anything even though they had brought their weapons into our house. He pleads with me not to hurt his father to any greater extent. I tell my wife Zsuzsanna, who is walking easterly by in the (fictional) hall, to call the police, even though I get a vague sense they may not like my “mistreatment” of this criminal, though that concern is not wholly emergent at any point.
27.11.2015Interrupted Sex with Two Women (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I’m at parking lot of an area completely new to me. The atmosphere at the moment entailed that it might rain, or at least be a fairly cool epoch. The lot itself consists of a light, caramel color, and I notice that I’m near a strip mall of some sort. I’m on the floor, and there’s a female on top of me. I can’t really make out her visage in particular, and the next moment, I felt as if I was projected out of that imaginary body, and a female is on top of said body. She has her knees on the floor, is wearing blue yoga pants, and had a dark complexion; African American female, I guess. Her white dress shirt is slightly open to portray her cleavage, and I believe her hair is bundled up, and is hearing a headband of a dull, cool color (violet, I think). She waves her rear around, tempting me to do anything with it. I eventually get close to her, and just as I’m about to perform oral activities, out of nowhere, I have the sudden urge to drive a car, and head for one of the strip mall units. I’m still trying to process what I would really need that can compensate for the sex that was going to occur, but I’m going inside for something to eat, or maybe use for the activity? I can’t recall much of the interior other than the flooring having a checkered black and white style to it. I get out, and I have some trouble with the vehicle I’m riding, and I get the urge to pee. I wake up, and as I’m walking out, I see a relative sitting on a couch watching an early morning show. They look at me, but I didn’t bother looking at them. Took care of my business, and when I went back to sleep, I tried to get back into the dream, but to no avail the moment I woke up from the second alarm after. =(
Went to bed later again as I was exposed to TV for the first time in a long while.. Where does time even go? I'll have to restart my dream recall goal (3 dreams every night for 3 days in a row). Dream - School trippin' I was on a school bus, we were going on a field trip somewhere. I had a lot of bags (these were the bags that I had left in my flat to be picked up by a moving truck) and I remember unloading them from the bus storage. So many bags, I can't possibly move them in one go... I pick up 2 bags and follow along with everyone else, deciding to make a couple trips to get everything to wherever we're headed. I distinctly recall there being a very realistic sexy big breasted (she had a boob job) brunette woman (in her thirties?) at some point who was guiding me. I don't think she appeared to me in person, but may have been an image on my phone. She had no shirt or bra either . There was also another girl that was the same age as me, she was a strikingly beautiful voluptuous blonde. She gets replaced suddenly by a feminine looking guy with short brown hair... Wait a second... Is that a wig? I think to myself that I think it's actually the girl in disguise. I continue to a playground train which we're supposed to climb onto. It's literally a playground, yet it's somehow a train? I climb up the bar ladder on to the wooden platform, Katie tells me that I shouldn't hog all the space because of how many bags I have. I say that I won't... So bossy. I dump my bags into a corner and climb back down to the bark ground, Katie comes up to me again with 2 of my other bags. Huh? She went and brought my bags for me? "Thanks, how many bags are left?" I say, she responds by telling me there's 3 left (she says it in a way that makes me think she's feigning that she doesn't care, though it's really nice of her to help me out). I think to myself that 3 can't be right.. I should only have 2 more bags? I don't stop to think about this properly. I look at my phone and I see that sexy big breasted brunette woman again, she's in a .gif with the brown haired guy. The woman has her breasts bouncing left to right (they're huge ( . Y . )), the gif is pretty well-made but I can see where the frame resets, the guy isn't doing much except trying to look cool. I notice that there are 3 loops in the .gif, they each play twice before seamlessly switching to the next one. WHOA! Suddenly it switches again... I notice that the guy has turned back into that beautiful blonde, I knew it was a wig! She's in tight-fitting gym clothes with her stomach showing and she's swinging her hips from side to side. It's incredibly hot . The entire scene of seeing this .gif on my phone wasn't very long but it was very vivid and very intense. The end Dream experience: 8 (pretty standard dream but the girls were incredibly vivid and the experience was quite intensive and has been on my mind most of the day) Dream awareness: 2-3 (Not aware enough to be lucid, but I was aware of inconsistencies during the dream. Awareness reached ~3 during the .gif part due to vividness and emotions)
Updated 11-28-2015 at 05:45 AM by 71238
A dream where I was on the bus downtown on a cloudy day. We were heading down the boardwalk when all of a sudden the bus stops. The lady with curly blonde hair, the driver, decides since we aren't abiding by the rules of CT transit, the bus will be obsolete. Everyone groans and hops off the bus including myself. It seems to be drizzling as we stand in the parking lot yelling at the lady. I then began yellingv saying if people are not following the rules then deal with it or kick those specific people off. To which everyone agrees. I was then back on the bus with a different person driving and there was a tall black man standing in the middle with glasses and a white blue stripped button up. The bus also seemed to be taller then usual, and outside seem to turn to torrential downpour. We stopped near Starbucks to pick up people and a girl (old friend) hops on and sits next to me. We greet each other and not too long after began cuddling and laughing. Shortly after we began making out tongue and all while flirting with other and smiling. I look forward and see a couple doing the same. She sits on my lap while we continue our make out session until the dream ends. What's with the sexually themed dreams lol.
A dream where we I was all over the place. At was at long wharf at night at my house which appeared to be a type of gym. It was completely black in there with different wall runs, treadmills, and bench presses. There was also many mirrors as well. I was attempting a wall run which was toward the end but the platforms were too small for some reason. So, my mom, told me to do it. And I did successfully m Afterward, we were driving around in my dads car in the middle of dawn. The sky was a bluish purple color with pink blotches as well. And for some reason my dad's car was red instead of being Silver. He was driving really fast around long wharf which also had many turns. Another connected dream where I was in the room doing sexual things with a cuter version of a friend of mine.. We were intensely kissing each other on my bed while also watching something TV, which seemed to also switch my perspective toward it. It was about a guy who killed his own brother for a good reason. The place was falling apart as he was running but soon the floor collapsed indefinitely. He seemed to be at a canyon. It soon switched back to a base he was stationed at as he explained the event. It then switched back to me and Kayla as we kept lustfully making out with another for a while. She then soon says she been wanting to-do something to which she pulls down her white sleeveless shirt and lavender bra revealing her right breast, and her skirt up. Soon my member was touching her vagina and rubbing it as she said I can move whenever I wanted. I stuck it in before the dream ended.
[Notes]: - Yeah, so this dream happened somewhere between 6:30 and 8:12 this morning. I've begun to notice that simply noticing a natural awakening and taking a moment to be conscious really leads to some great dreams afterwards. I guess this is a really great example of the power of WBTB, although it's very minor and there was no lucidity involved. - After writing this down, I noticed that my recall was quite vague. I still remember WHAT HAPPENED in the dream, just not quite in what order or where. - I've snipped some stuff out... just remember that when you're reading this, future self! [Dream begins]: I might have been on my computer, surfing. There was something about someone who looked an awful lot like Miranda from Mass Effect. I get an urge and go to the bathroom. S hits me up and asks me out to a movie at the mall; currently I'm distracted with other things, but eventually I get to it. So I'm in the mall, walking around with S, who is holding a bouquet of flowers throughout the whole dream for some reason. We get to this darkly lit, red, low-polygon room maybe 30 feet tall which is at a strange angle to the rest of the mall, and I realized afterwards (and during the dream) that I'd been to this place before. Previously it was at the back of the mall in a dark corner, but it was an arcade in both cases I'm pretty sure. At some point I suddenly teleport to the bathroom where I finish up at this toilet that was actually a sink with a mirror... in the middle of the room. Someone gives me crap about it. Yeah, I don't know. Meanwhile, S continues to hopelessly/desperately hold the bouquet of flowers and the relationship feels kinda awkward and tense throughout the dream. [Dream ends...]
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