Morning of December 12, 2015. Saturday. In this dream, we have a pet penguin. The setting is our present home on W Street mostly as it is in real life. We are in our bed which seemingly has correct orientation regarding the overall layout. Nothing much happens over time other than the penguin rolling around and standing up near me a few times, mostly on my right (my wife Zsuzsanna being in bed at one point though on my left). It is not really that annoying. The detail seems fairly realistic. There seems to be no stronger concern regarding the idea of being nibbled or pecked even though that potential is vaguely in the back of my mind. A penguin has wings but cannot fly, so on one level, it is a “failed flight” feature relating to the waking transition, especially when not in its natural environment or swimming. This is validated by my “Penguin in a Jar” dream (1975) where the penguin takes on the symbolism of a fish and swims in a downward spiral deeper within the aquarium and my dream becomes more vivid, because on another level it relates to the dream state itself. The penguin being in our bed and not swimming (and lacking the ability to fly even though it has wings), it is metaphorical for my final stage of waking. One of my last dreams relating to a penguin was a distortion of the waking mechanism as well, when the alarm clock’s radio came on and I remained in my dream for a time and the announcer appeared in my dream as a chattering (and cartoon-like) penguin, wandering crazily through a random maze seemingly on the surface on a pinball playfield. Edited for clarity on Friday, 8 April 2016.
I had yet another dream about biking after I fell back asleep. There were groups of people with them and I ended up in front of a building with an older dude and he was my teacher or something and he was teaching me how to scale the building and a security guy came out and then turned around like he was about to report the dude on the building when I told him he was just teaching and he was okay with it.
I was riding a bike with thin tires, as I was I was recalling what my "dad" had told me about getting home and not getting asked questions. He had said something to the effect of "you start cooking because everyone is interested in that and dont ask questions" I thought this as I was rolling down an ally of a suburb community. it was gravel and the bike I was using didn't like that much and was slipping around. I arrived at a street with lots of cars and turned right. I headed into downtown and there were a lot of stairs in cool places. I would ride down these. I was on my way down some when I thought I had better switch to a mountain bike and then all of the sudden the dream "replayed" I was back in the ally with the same bike doing almost the same thing I dont know if it was a different "day"but it was trippy. this all took place at night and head lights from cars were very bright.
I'm in a suburban area near my place, it's dusk and the summer. I'm lost and don't know where I am. I make it to the edge of a sports field. I'm balancing on large wooden planks, like bleachers or a workout stand. I jump to a table across from me, it's a massive pounce that surprises me. I make it to the wooden table. Jumping off of the wooden table I feel my left hip is stuck, I try to work it with my hands, did I hurt myself? I try to move it and it feels more and more uncomfortable. When I start to feel panic I wake up and see my hip was in a weird position. I enter a place that looks like a small daycare center by a play park. It's a mental institution and there are some people with clear problems there. I walk around and bump into a young student adviser from school. She says that I'm going to be institutionalized for a week. She says she'll pay for it with her insurance and this makes me feel grateful but this surprises me anyway and I'm a little upset. Why? She says I should know that this is for my own good and I know in my heart why I should be observed for a week. I shrug and agree with her. It does make sense. (Did I have a tearful breakdown before?) As I get hunched in a corner of a room and get comfortable my mom comes in. Is she being institutionalized as well? I talk to her and it seems that she is visiting me. The young student adviser teases me, is my mommy visiting me in the mental hospital? I feel a bit embarrassed but the sting goes away fast, she was just teasing in a friendly way. I get out after only a day (?) and leave. I'm in the center of a small town, walking around a large building in early afternoon sunlight. In my dream, I try to remember my dreams during the night (!) and draw a little man holding something. The thing is important. I'm learning how to use a new computerized milling machine that works with DOS. There is a lot of different icons to look at. I try to think of something nice to make and a teacher says that I should make a blade for a turning machine. This confuses me but I like the challenge. I work and mill a long piece of square metal with another guy. In the hallway outside, it is a grey day outside. The walls are white and square. I talk to an older guy. We are going to infiltrate a cult. I say I'd be good at it, I've seen a lot of spiritual circles and know how they work. I talk quite a bit and worry I'm annoying the guy. I go to a desk that has two bowls of fruit. I take an apple and start eating it as I wait for the guy. He appears and sounds angry. Was I allowed to take an apple? He then says people are allowed to take fruit, just take the ones on the bottom first since they are older. I feel relief.
MILD(BEFORE SLEEP) * I was chilling with my old friend Shamar laughing about something hysterically.
+ in a place I felt we were before, different, but that looked just like it. Sandstone colored buildings with no other colors, just the outlines of doors and windows. At the end of the road (on a large stairway) many people come thronging towards us, and I control their coloring: at first they start out monochrome, then with my command they all become fully colorized, then back to monochrome (except a few stay colored). + (f) in a swimming pool with guy friend, two girls are there, they thing we're looking at them, try to avoid looking at them too obviously + outdoor daylight grassing knoll, people are there with dogs, I'm asking "where's (our dog "L")?" Where's L? I see a small miniature black and tan dachshund. Wife says L is over the hill in the sun, go to find him and find him there? + music camp, strawberries, farm huge tree (monkey puzzle?) (building built into it) tour seat/throne + back at camp go to room there are the swimming pool girls in there: one in a red long shirt with Spoiler for NSFW description: prominent/visible nipples through the shirt, her friend is on a bed with a guy to the right, and the other one (blonde) with Spoiler for NSFW description: mostly exposed big boobs on a bed with two guys (one is ArGi from company "3"?). Step back to continue observing. Enter room, two guys on a bed? One guy moved to different room. Put on purple shirt from closet, think the chicks will dig it because it shows I'm a college guy. Some action with girls (vague)? Dealing with girl at table to buy/split some stock with her I must be careful to make sure I get it in writing. The doors to the room are locked and without door knobs, but you turn the little stub of a thing to open the door if you try. Humping a mattress? Something with one of the girls? I think the room is a mess and I should gather all my things up first.
In this dream,I woke up and saw that I was living inside a huge tree.I was wearing a unique attire and I didn't seem to realise that this is a dream,I thought it was real,so in a way,maybe this is a false awakening?Because I really believed I was a shaman in it and have a strange superpower,connecting the realm to another realms. I went out of my 'tree',and did I mention that everything was black and white?It was like a classical movie and everything was so slow motion and it was killing me.A description of the place outside my 'tree' will be a river.A long river,with lanterns floating on it.The lanterns were not lighted.The river was like,a road,people walked on it just like we normally do on real surface.It was beautiful,really.And there was the biggest tree which I guessed to be the mayor's house,and I went there.(Oh,the roots of the trees were flooded because of the river,it's like the town of venice,but replace the houses with trees.) What I saw inside the mayor's tree were four different people,two women,two men.(I was a man in this dream)The two women were both mage and healer,and the men were warriors.The mayor seemed to give us a mission,and the entire scene shifted to reveal the five of us outside,but this time,the peaceful and serenity of the village was changed to a chaotic environment.Evil dragons and witches attacked the village and we fought them. The scene immediately changed again to a big tree.The 'door' was locked from the inside,but I found a way to get in.Apparently,at the top of the tree was a big hole,and I jumped into it.My comrades were waiting for me unlocking the door from the inside,but I met an enemy. The enemy was my 'friend'.I never saw him before,but I got the feeling we'd met.He tried to kill me,and I yelled at him for being a betrayer.I quickly ran to the door,because it was impossible to fight him,and went out of the tree,then everything became pitch black. I tried to see through the darkness but to no avail,so all I did was appreciate it,and find comfort in it.After some time,I woke up for real,and thus,the dream ended.
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SC 1) 02:00 Dream 1 - Heroes of suburbia I remembered A LOT of this dream, but as I rolled around in bed trying to get up and write it down I could feel the dream slipping away from my memory.. >_< I was walking with a person on a road in a forested suburban area (like where I live in RL). Something happened, like a small bolt of light shot from the sky and hit a guy and then we were about to fight? It was pretty random. The dream shared a similar story to an anime I was watching yesterday. SC 2) 02:25 - 03:26 Dream 2 - Passing familiar faces I'm outside at a place that reminds me of my old high school (though it doesn't resemble it), I'm walking up a flight of stone steps and at the top there's a big green grass field. Somewhere off to my left there's a bunch of people sitting on chairs around a table talking and I recognize one of the girls there as Hannah. Hmm I better not say hi since she's hanging with other mates. I decide to skirt around them on my way over to a lunch bar on the other side of the field, you can get some tasty sandwiches there. There's a bunch of people here too but I don't think I recognize them. I feel a little awkward for some reason. I head back the way I came deciding to go to the pool room which is near the base of the stone steps I climbed. As I pass Hannah's group I overhear that a couple of them say they want to play pool. "ugh.. damn it.." I know that since I'm playing solo then I better let them have the table since they can have a proper game. I walk down the steps and head into the pool room, there's a couple of pool balls on the floor, a red and a blue one. I pick them up and hear the 2 people from Hannah's group arriving. I turn around and mumble out some words "oh you two are going to play pool? here go ahead" or something. I mumbled it so badly though, and I feel like they gave me a funny look. Geeze I wish my hearing aids weren't broken so I could hear myself speaking >_<. There's 2 pool tables in here, one is normal while the other is triangular and a bit smaller (Supposedly for 9-ball pool). I turn and see Lajja and a really pasty skinny guy walk in and stand next to the 9-ball pool table. I walk over to say hey and give Lajja a hug, but the pasty guy gets in my way. "hmm?" I look at him a bit confused, what's he doing? I try go around the other side to say hey properly but he kind of hunches over in the way. That's so weird? Why is he doing that. I look up and see through a small window my friend Ehsan. We notice each other and wave, I decide I should go outside and say hey properly but the guy next to me gets my attention, since we had been in the middle of the conversation. I notice he says something strange: "It's like everyone's trying to distract you"... Huh? I don't get to think about this properly but it does seem strange to me. SC5) 08:17 Dream 3 - Danger 5 I'm in a kitchen (similar to the one at my parent's place) with the arab guy from Danger 5 and he's making a cocktail (like he does in the show). Random events were happening similar to the way they would in the show, at 1 point a plane crashed and the other members of the plane walked out of it. I waited a bit too long to write down the last dream, I almost talked myself out of writing it down. I think this happened after the other sleep cycles during the night (SC3+4) and may be because I spent the night out at a mates place the night before.
10.12.2015Applying Eyelash Makeup In Restroom (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I’m inside a grocery retail store, and I’m on my way to the restroom. The flooring before heading there is very clean, light brown cement color with some kind of marble coating to it. The lighting overall is a yellow hue mixed in with orange, and this probably due to the upper roof windows emitting the light from above. It’s a fairly active within the store itself, and it’s very spacious as well. I seem to be carrying something that looks like a Poo-pourri spray. I go inside the restrooms, and noticed that the sinks are to the left vs. the right as it usually is in the other retail store I shop at. There’s the same laminate coating, dark brown colors mixed in with some grays, blacks, and subtle appearances of white along with the fancy, stainless steel sinks. I look at the mirror, and I’m preparing to move the eyeliner makeup stick around for a little bit. I try to apply some to my eyelashes, and I’m getting various outcomes each time I invest more time into this. One moment, it seems like my eyelashes are going to become thinner, and less noticeable. The next moment, it’s as if in spite of their state of being, they still are emphasized more for some reason, and it feel awkward looking at myself looking feminine. There were a few men that came every now and then to be surprised as to why I’m applying eyeliner, eyelash, whatever it’s called, and even though I had a knee-jerk reaction to be shocked that they came in, I still went about my merry way. I was only aware of what was going on, and didn’t really bother to fixate on bodily movements, I guess. I started to play around with the substance within the makeup bottle, and I could see it’s a very thick, white substance with some black blemishes that are shiny and glossy as well. I pay attention to the realism of the texture forming around the small brush stick, and the sounds associated with knocking against the bottle from the inside with the brush stick. After I stop reveling in this, I proceed to go out of the restroom, and as I’m going near a check stand, some random kid asks me for a machine’s game currency, and I quickly responded, “No.” And I mean no as in, “no-you-demon-child,you” type of no. The child is about 2-3 three feet in height, dark complexion, and is wearing a white shirt and probably some generic, dulled out shorts that were light blue. He had a haircut close to the 1.5 setting, i.e., having hair, but close to being bald. He looks up at me weirdly, and doesn’t seem to be capable of processing my immediate response, and starts looking around for a bit, and then moves on to go to his parents. The funny part is that later on in the day, a co-worker was asking if I was using perfume before she corrected herself, and saying cologne.
09.12.2015Car Accident & Looking For a Mechanic (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I’m driving a really nice vehicle; a BMW I believe. I’m trying to either park in, or get out of the parking lot, and came to the realization that I probably needed to get something at the convenience store. I had a yearning to get some kind of breakfast burrito, or at least some beef fajitas for some reason. The setting of the dream environment entailed that it was early morning, or close to evening time; but based on the context of what occurred soon after, it was probably the former. So there’s a quick skip where I received the food, and just as I’m trying to get out, I visualize myself outside of the car, and it’s parked halfway, and there’s a truck to the left of it parked parallel as well. Then, the perspective changes to where I’m driving again, and I see a car ram into me abruptly. I knew who it was for a split second, but I didn’t really feel any kind of rage. I only cared about tending to the vehicle, and finding a mechanic that can get the job done at a reasonable price. For the rest of the dream, we had our backs turned. They tried to ask me a few questions, but they were afraid to make a face-to-face interaction with me. I wasn’t afraid, but felt that trying to argue would be a waste of time, and I spent some time looking at a screen related to Google Maps of nearby mechanics. The problem is, they’re way too far; one’s 67 miles, the others are about 200-300+ miles. I hear the relative talk to someone on the cellphone, and I presumed that they found a mechanic. For a little bit, I started to recall the sensations of being in the car crash again, and there was a sense of relief, for some odd reason. I spend the rest of my time casually scrolling through the computer/laptop while ignoring further interactions with the relative; it seems were both at an impasse as to what to say. I checked up what car crashes may entail with a grain of salt, but most of them made sense in context of conflict, and even reaching a big achievement. I didn’t elaborate more on the dream since I didn’t want to get too personal, but yeah.
08.12.2015Barely Making It To Work (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I’m trying to clock in to work on time, and I have a few minutes to spare. I wait in a short line, and started to get a bit anxious. I finally was able to clock in, but just barely. Then, I proceeded to put in my lunch that consisted of a to-go box of Asian food, along with some nicely cut ham with some toppings on it. I had a hard time storing it for a bit, as the box itself was about to open, but I managed. I go into whatever room, sat down in a chair, and listened to some presentation on a projection.
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