April 04, 2015 I was standing over a large room. It's was if there was a balcony at the top of the room to oversee everything. It was all bare except for a pool. I decided to have it filled, so I could invite my brothers and friends over to swim. By the time it was filled, the others had arrived and we all started swimming. We were like cows/sheep in Minecraft, though; all of us crowded to one corner/end of the pool. And then two of my classmates set up one of those floating barriers so we were all stuck in this space. I decided I was uncomfortably crowded where I was so I called over to the ones making the barrier and told them to open us up to the rest of the pool. It was my pool, so I could do what I wanted with it. People started to disperse, and I felt better. I realized that there were a whole bunch of nerdy celebrities in the pool, not just my family and friends. Actors from so many different Sci-Fi or otherwise nerdy series were there and I couldn't believe my eyes. Then My little brother, who was floating next to me, smiled and said, "You still think you're awake, don't you?" I looked at him, confused, and then at my hands. My fingers were all different lengths and there was one too many of them. I was dreaming! I was a little bit disconcerted that a DC had said something like that. Isn't that not usually supposed to happen...? I let it go, and jumped out of the pool to hover above it. I tilted myself so I hung upside down to think of which tasks I wanted to try first. I figured I would do the portable portal task first, so I rummaged in my pocket (I was fully clothes even when I was in the pool) until I felt something paper-like. I pulled out a folded black piece of circular paper. Perfect! I unfolded it and noticed that it was pretty small, somewhere between the size of my hand and the size of my head. It didn't bother me, though, as it would probably get bigger when I placed it on the ground. I was already hanging upside down so I simply slapped the piece of paper down toward the ground below me. It stuck itself to the ground and I shot right into it head-first, hoping the portal would take me to an advanced civilization or the ISS. I seemed to be falling down a long black tunnel for a few moments. In the next instant I was sitting in a corner of the living room back home. Not really an advanced civilization, but I'll take it. And then there was a siren or something. I heard the beaming sound from Star Trek, and about 20 red-shirts and 10 medical staff in formation appeared in front of me. The living room had no furniture and these Star Trekkers were small. They started dancing and singing a song about their bananas being theirs and no one else's... There was also something about a marmoset in the song, but I don't remember the lyrics all that well. Three of the red-shirts broke off from the formation with huge gun-like things. I watched as they walked toward me, turned back to their companions, and shot colored foamy stuff at them. Funny thing, only the red-shirts got covered it it even though the medical staff was scattered through out the ranks. What interesting advanced tech, I thought. I decided I still wanted to visit the ISS. I had just watched Interstellar that night so I was pretty excited about this. I walked outside, and noticed a Turkey Tom perched on the basketball hoop in my neighbor's half of the driveway. At first it ignored me but then it turned toward me and just sorta stared at me. I told myself to ignore it and reminded myself this was my dream and I could make it leave. I walked out to the center of the driveway and when I looked back at the hoop, the creepy turkey was gone. My cousin was now there, and she handed me the water softener my dad bought last time I was home. She said I would need soft water where I was going. Holding onto this clunky water softener, I looked up from where I stood. It was foggy, or cloudy, or both. I couldn't see the stars... I jumped up to fly fast upwards but for some reason could only go fairly slowly. I was just passing the tops of the tall trees in the yard when I looked up again. It was still foggy and I could see the silhouettes of giagantic trees far above me. It was kinda cool and beautiful, but I wanted to get out to space... I landed, tried again with a fresh start, but was going even slower this time. Exasperated, I threw the water softener, realizing I had been stupid to keep holding it. I did another RC to stabilize my control; my fingers still looked all wonky and I decided to try flying from the field instead of from the driveway. I flew over the trees lining my yard and landed in the field. As I passed over the trees, the world was suddenly snowy, and I brushed icy snow from the top of a tree. By the time I landed in the field, there was no snow again, and there was no fog but there were still clouds. I decided to try a different method this time, and instead of looking upwards as I flew, I looked down at the ground. It was closer and I could more easily envision what would happen as I shot upwards, as I'd done this lots of times in Minecraft on creative mode. I used my hands to make a sort of window so I could only see part of the ground, and jumped upwards, thinking of a rocket launching. I shot off from the ground at an incredible speed and watched as it flew further and further away from me. I watched as my house/yard became a circular patch in the middle of a vast plane or wheat/corn fields. I got higher and higher and decided to pause for a moment. I stopped on a dime, and looked around. To the north, there was a huge lake or ocean, and an island on it. I could see a line of houses along the coast of this small island and somehow I just knew that this was the fabled Guinea Pig Island one of my students had told me about last month. I went just a little bit lower to see what kind of advanced Tech they had. I noticed thousands of tiny flying craft. I assumed each of them had a guinea pig in it. There was also some sort of crazy machine at the top of a building. It had moving arms and I wasn't really sure what it was doing. I flew further north and saw various colonies of various advanced-looking civilizations and cities, and then I hit the coast. There was endless water from here on out. I continued flying at high speed over the water, getting higher and higher and higher. Everything got brighter and brighter and the sun, which was to my right and setting, was flaring more and more. Then I hit some sort of threshold and things got gradually bluer and darker. I looked up and could see stars even though I knew it was daytime on the ground directly below me. I got excited and kept pushing, expecting to run across the ISS any time now. I spotted something out of the corner of my eye and there it was! Well, actually it was the Endurance from Interstellar. Close enough, yeah? I flew up to it and knocked on a window to get someone to let me in. I was tickled giddy that my subC didn't allow any sounds in space. I didn't hear the knocking and I couldn't hear myself when I called out to the guy who was inside. It was Chris Hadfield haha! He let me into the Endurance but I woke up shortly after, before I could talk to Chris ; u ;
Updated 04-05-2015 at 10:13 PM by 69491
When I first post my dreams they will almost always be a rough draft because I type them right after waking up and copy and paste what I could remember here. I will come in to write the details later! The lucid dreams will be heavily detailed in the beginning and I will come to elaborate on the regular dreams later. My main technique for lucid dreaming is trying to focus on everyday life. Give myself ways to stay conscious throughout the day. I'm still pretty bad at this, but I guess it is slowly getting better. It makes ordinary life more fascinating at least. I can never had one specific title for my dream posts because I have recall multiple dreams in one night. I usually have so many dreams that it is difficult to remember them just because of how much I need to write to get all of the dreams down. Color Coding System: Regular Dream My thoughts about the dream Lucid Dream False Awakening Chinese names to cover identities of real people Car Sick In a car with one of my roommates, 艾娜. I am not sure where we are driving to, we are in a deserted looking area. Almost like a desert. We stop close to a restaurant/hotel. I stop the car in the middle of the road and get out. I am worried about parking it there, but I figure it will just be a short while. I get sick and go throw up. I try to cover the fact that I am throwing up when someone comes over to ask if I would like to reserve a table. I try to make it look like I am just wiping my mouth and slowly rise. He assume that I am going to be sitting at the dinner table with this one Chinese guy. I find him attractive, but tell him that I'm not interested in a table. I start to see the Chinese guy who was at the table talking to another guy while looking over towards me; I believe at least one of them or both were Chinese American. They start to fight for my attention, trying to get me to look over in their direction. The Alleged Suicide of Bethany I am in a room with several other people, though just as an observer. The three people in the room begin discussing some matter or the other, not sure what it was exactly. One woman recites a poem that she made up having to do with a river and drowning, it has some element of being morbid and sad. After saying it, one of the other people asks her where she learned that poem. She replies that she got it from a play called Beth (which I assume is referring to Macbeth). After she says the word "Beth" the second woman in the room accuses her of actually meaning to say Bethany, which is the name of the woman that was killed. She then talks about how she must have been involved in Bethany's death. She brings up how she brought a dress to Bethany's bedside for her reaction to it. She would put her hand on the dress to see how she reacted to it. She also mentions how she would spend over 170 hours on Facebook. I am assuming to research information about Bethany's death? Also I remember thinking in the dream that 170 hours is not that much, but in my dream I mistook her saying 170 hours for 170 minutes, which is only a little over 2 hours. Then I realized that even 2 hours on facebook is a lot of time. Sexual Abuse - slightly graphic I have a dream about 婻. She enters my dream and tries to kiss me on the mouth. I avoid her as she gets closer to me. Horrified I wonder what is wrong with her. She puts her hand on my chest and tries to get closer to me. Mentioning something about another friend I have that I would be okay doing that with. She acts possessed in the dream. I wake up horrified. I wonder how I didn't realize this was a lucid dream since it was very out of character for her, but then I think that maybe in my subconscious I feel this is something she might be capable of. No Future I talk to my sister about her ambitions and the program she wants to research in. She tells me she is considering no longer doing it, but she is worried about being the disappointing one in the family since everyone else was disappointed with me and what I did with my life. She doesn't want to upset my dad. —— Meeting in a Dark Room Turns Party A lot of movement happens before entering my lucid dream. I am always in some type of dark void moving around. I end up lucid in a house with a bunch of black people, behind a guy who is sagging his pants. I accidentally grab onto them and they pull down a little so I move back away from him as I am afraid of accidentally offending dream characters. I follow them upstairs. It is very dark. I realize a lot of my lucid dreams lately have been dark for some reason. I try to mentally turn on the light in the room, but to no resolve. I then decide I will close my eyes and imagine light! I end up leaving the dream. Well this isn’t very good. I guess I’ll try to go back maybe. So I am floating upwards into space moving around twisting and turning. I start to concentrate on the people on the couch. I start falling down, down, down, down. I’m still concentrating on the couch. I end up back on the couch and some lights are finally turned on. Though this time I am at some sort of party. I start walking around noticing all of the different people in the dream. I walk past one guy and wave at him. He is a tall black gay guy with dreads, he kind of scowls at me after waving hi to him as if he is thinking “why are you taking to me?” I keep walking and try to start talking to myself to hear my own voice. I didn't speak out loud originally because I thought it would end the lucid dream for whatever reason, and also because I believe I can communicate with the people in my dream by just thinking anyway. I continue to around the party until I see Cookie and Luscious from The Empire (a TV show) sitting at a table laughing and smiling. Cooke's hair is done up and she is wearing bright red/orange looking lipstick. I continue walking and see a character from The Game. I keep moving around hoping I can see two of my favorite guy characters from the show. I then see Tay Diggs from The Game. Wanting to play around with my lucidity a bit, I ask him if I can kiss him. “Yea, sure.” He replies with slight hesitation. He is extremely tall in my dream. He must be at least 6’4. As I go in for a kiss he tells to me wait, that he wants to jump back in the pool first because he’s worried his breath smells like pizza. I assume he is maybe going to gargle the pool water to get rid of it, which I find slightly strange but at the time I thought it was normal. I follow him outside and watch him jump back into the pool. I also want to jump in but I am fully dressed. I am wearing a white and peach looking dress/jumpsuit, not sure how else to describe it. I figure I can jump in because I am dreaming anyway and I can just make myself dry when I get out. I start to jump in but realize how high up I am. I see a woman at the bottom. Next to her are two twins, black women with big poofy loosely curled hair and a white female friend of theirs. The woman at the bottom is also white and her hair is braided loosely into twists, which seem to be fake locks for her as her hair looks very thick and coarse and the twists stick out to the sides instead of lying straight down. I start to jump in but I am too high up. I look down and realize I might end up hitting the stairs that lead to the shallow end of the pool. The girl with the twists makes a comment about my hair, "Did you like do mock locks or something?" She says to me. I look at her with confusion. "Um, my hair is in twists. It doesn’t look anything like locks…" She replies, “I know! I was just thinking you black people love to do ghetto stuff with your hair.” I end up next to her. Annoyed I reply something like “What the hell kind of comment is that?” She says, “I’m just kidding!! Gosh lighten up!” “Don’t make comments like that to any black people. Especially ones that you are not even friends with.” Annoyed, I start to leave the pool area, and end up in a game room with Michael Jackson. Yes a lot of celebrities in this dream…which is kind of weird for me. We play some type of car race game where you press a button and a difference sequence of actions pop up one by one. You keep choosing until you are happy with your sequence of attacks on the other player. When you are done you both allow them to play out. When you are hit, your part of the game starts shaking. It was on something that I guess could be described as a long, black pole. One opponent stands on one side with the other person standing on the other. You face each other and if your part vibrates it will make you move and fall so you are acting as if you have been actually hit. Michael Jackson would get very dramatic when he had been “hit”. Like falling down and clutching his chest. I guess it would be pretty entertaining if I wasn’t so confused about this type of game. After this part of the game I lose consciousness and wake up. Little Minchkin and the Road Trip I am with my parents and as we are walking in an indoor parking garage I see one of my sandals on the ground right after realizing that one of my sandals was missing off of my feet. My dad scolds me for being so careless with my things. Inside of the car my mom starts to put all of our dirty shoes in a bag. My dad gives her his sandals to put in the bag since they are too dirty. The shoes are all filled with sand. I am assuming we all went to the beach. As we are driving in the car, my dog Minchkin starts to climb onto my legs and stick his little face out of the window. However, he is too forceful with doing it and I am scared he will fly out of the window. I hold onto him tightly and only put him a little close to the window, but not all the way. Buying New Balance Shoes in Shanghai I am outside trying to buy New Balance shoes for 周周, I ask what type of shoes they have and see they only have really big sizes (European size 50) and really small sizes for a baby. The woman selling them says they don't have any other in between sizes right now and that all of the styles are for men.
Updated 04-05-2015 at 02:49 AM by 12143
This is a place holder for the backlog of dreams since I last updated! I'll edit this later (probably) with the dreams.
Morning of April 4, 2015. Saturday. I am lucid in this dream, though it is not of the level of lucidity that enhances the dream state to full vividness and highly focused dream-self awareness. It starts out at our present address on W street, rendered fairly accurately in layout and overall appearance. My wife is with me for most of the events. Two unknown people (late forties perhaps - male and female though not necessarily a couple), dressed somewhat formally as for a business, are on our porch while there is a storm beginning. A thicker bolt of lightning comes down and strikes them, actually curving around underneath the eaves, seemingly knocking them unconscious. I decide to summon the lightning to strike me to see what will happen (regarding my in-dream state of awareness) as well as thinking it may improve my physical well-being. I am not able to do this though and become somewhat annoyed though not outright angry. Later, my wife and I are on a crowded bus in a larger city though the storm seems to threaten to tip the bus over. We get off the bus and the other people do as well, though we hold a cheerful disposition. There is a strange sudden heavy rain that blows horizontally (mostly only in one small area of the street, near the corner) and for a moment, almost seems like a large unseen hose spraying from the front of the bus (from near the rear-view mirror). It is not even near us so we do not get wet. I am later walking down the sidewalk and there is a large gnarled tree that actually moves one lower branch to avoid physical contact with me, which annoys me in the manner of an insult. I then demand (though without projected anger in my voice) that the tree make contact with me and heal me. The branch perfectly forms the shape of a human hand and holds it over the back of my wrist. (This reflects somewhat on a long vivid dream of over twenty years ago where trees on a boulevard reached down to caress my face and express love though the mood is entirely different here.) The mood is not fully positive though, and my lucidity is not that pronounced - though I am still aware that I am making most of my dream’s contents. Later, it seems to be after sunset and there is still some sort of unusual storm activity (but not directly threatening in any way). My dream takes on a similar mood and setting as previous dreams where I am looking straight up at the sky; the zenith (and almost always with abstract features). It actually seems to take place in the same setting as other similar dreams somewhere in the southwest area of La Crosse. (It is not anything like the “remember the twilight” dreams where I watch lights or other things and events in the sky over the horizon with a nostalgic sense.) The sky is very unusual regarding the cloud formations and I also see various “objects” moving around, such as an orange trapezoid and other geometric shapes now and then, though which seem two-dimensional and not related to a spacecraft of any kind. From here, my dream becomes too distorted to hold cohesion of any kind. The sky; the zenith; becomes a random hodgepodge of abstract morphing shapes.
Updated 08-15-2015 at 06:24 PM by 1390
WBTB 3:00 Am, Read Dreamviews dream journals, Mantras (written and spoken), and then I got all my pillows organized in their perfect places, then to bed - about 1 hour later. I then laid in bed and repeated my mantras in my mind until I was feeling sleepy, then I started to meditate. I was doing body energy work where you bounce your energy in a clockwise direction around your bedroom, off the walls and through your body and out the other side. After one complete rotation, I would pick a different plane to repeat the exercise. One bounce takes about 1 to 2 seconds. A mental image of my room builds in my mind as I proceed. It’s like your scanning the room with a beam of body energy. After about 10 minutes I started to do tactile imagery where I was climbing a ladder, and then I move on to climbing a rope, and then picking up coins with my right hand and dropping them into my left. By this point my body is asleep and my mind is awake. Sometimes my hands or feet start to feel really sore (pulse with pain), so I move energy away from feet (repeating) to my torso, and then the pain fades and disappears. This is a common problem while in ‘the void’, or in deep meditation, and I accidently stumbled across this method of getting rid of the aches. It works awesome! While in ‘the void’, hypnagogic imagery and occasional voices happened. Then I got a 2 dimensional picture of a hospital room, and it quickly turned to 3D (lucid dream). I started to walk around the room, but it was black and white, and of poor clarity. A nurse walked past me, and I decided to close the curtain around the bed, so I could focus on improving clarity. A doctor then walked in through the opening in the curtain and stood beside me. Then my vision started to fade quickly, so I asked the doctor to hold onto my hands, and he did. Darn, I was now back in ‘the void’, but I was still holding onto the doctor’s hands. I could hear somebody laughing to the right of me, and then the doctor said something. Soon after, the doctor let go of my hands, and I woke. Position and pillow change. I tried to repeat the WILD technique described above, but I fell asleep, and then I had this interesting Dream Induced Lucid Dream (DILD). In this dream I was viewing it in 3rd person, from above, and it was an excellent Rambo movie scene! Rambo was driving a quad with really big wheels, and towing a fifth wheel style, semi-trailer (all camouflaged). On both sides of the semi-trailer were two army tanks being towed by heavy cables. These tanks were literally skidding across the ground on their tracks, and it really made no sense to me how a quad could possibly have this much pulling power. I realized I was dreaming - DILD (for several reasons)! Rambo was driving this assault vehicle combination through the thickest jungle ever, and trees were flying! He fished tailed onto a logging road, and under a bridge, and then one of the tanks drifted way off into the forest knocking foliage everywhere. He then drifted through a parking lot and smashed sideways into a restaurant. I then moved from 3rd person to 1st, and I followed Rambo as he ran into a restaurant in a blaze of glory with his dual machine guns! The two women behind the cash register ducked as bullets flew overhead, and the patrons looked at us as if we were aliens (kind of WTF look). I instantly told Rambo to stop shooting because he was going to hurt these people, then he unexpectedly turned into a regular looking guy with a huge smile on his face. I quickly looked around the restaurant, and nobody looked any worse for wear, so I headed outside. When I got outside, I noticed that we were inside a huge facility, and the Rambo Assault Vehicle was still there, smashed into the side of the restaurant. A very tall 7 foot man was standing beside Rambo’s vehicle admiring it. I figure he have been the dream creator of this awesome Rambo action scene I just watched, so I asked him, “Did you just create this amazing action dream with Rambo and this assault vehicle?” He laughs and replies, “Heck no, this action dream was created through the thoughts of hundreds of people!” I wasn’t expecting that answer. Interesting! After he said that I started to float up above the wreckage and restaurant to see if there was an exit out of this facility. The ceiling was really high, maybe 100 feet, and it was lined with offices and mezzanine walkways. There were people everywhere, and several of them were watching me as I flew around the perimeter of the facility. A child then shouted my name and said, “Show us some lucid dreaming tricks!” Okay, I’ve never had that request before, so I flew into the central area of the facility, about 40 feet off the floor, and I started to form a beach ball size of white light in my hands. I was planning on giving it to the kid, but then the dream fading, so I immediately took off flying right through the facility wall and into the blue skies. It was an amazing summer day, and I was flying over a massive city on the coast. There was one very tall building in the city’s central area, so I flew up to it for a closer look. The building was covered in black reflective glass, and reduced in cross section at several intervals in elevations. I could see many people inside the building, through the tinted windows, and I thought maybe this would be a good place to meet up with my daughter. When I got to the roof, the wind was way too strong for a safe landing, so I abandoned mission, and I decided to look for a better place. I quickly flew over to the coastline and saw a beautiful park below with a large concrete monument (war hero remembrance site). I landed on this large concrete deck with concrete railings, a monumental statue, and steps going down in two different directions. There was grass all around, a sidewalk, several covered bench areas, lots of people, and the view of the ocean that was nothing short of amazing! I then started to call for my daughter to come, saying I found a beautiful place for use to meet at. As I was walking down one of the concrete stairs, my oldest sister appeared out of thin air, right in front of me. She said, “I figured I’d find you here!” I walked up to her and held both her hands and said, “Yes, this place is amazing!” My 2nd oldest sister then appeared to her left and said, “Hi!”, and then my son appeared to my right on another set of steps, “Hi dad!”. Then my daughter appeared right in front of me. She was crying, I ran up to her and held her in my arms, asking her what’s wrong? She said, “I can’t do this. I don’t want you talking to mom about this anymore.” I then remembered the nasty argument mom and I had the other day about my lucid dreaming visits with my daughter, and I said, “Are talking about the argument mom and I had the other day?” She said, “Yes.” I woke after that, and I realized just how upset my wife gets when I talk about all the wonderful visits my daughter while lucid or in an OBE; whereas my wife barely remembers any of her dreams, and dreams with her daughter has only happened a couple of times since her passing. I’ve decided in the future to only discuss these dreams with my wife if she specifically asks, or if she is directly involved in the dream in some way.
I honestly feel like I had a LD on an early sleep cycle but completely forgot what it was about. I was in my neighborhood, the next street over from where I live. I think I was just out for a walk or something. Rather typical of my dreams, it was foggy/overcast and all of the plants looked very green and alive. The first thing that I remember happening was seeing a car with a crashed up front driving recklessly down the subdivision street. The windows were open and I could hear people yelling and cheering. The person driving was someone from my neighborhood. We'll call him B. I could tell by the expression on his face that he was completely wasted. There were a bunch of beer cans on the dashboard. Wait... his face. Yeah he was driving right at me. I can't recall what color car he was driving, it seemed to change. But it was like a full size van or a hummer; something big. He tried to run me over and I jumped out of the way. I thought maybe he was just going to pass me by and carry on with being drunk. But he turned around. Everyone in the car had started cheering for him to run me over. There were a couple of boulders in the front lawn of one house. (They are not there IWL. I walked and checked this morning). I figured by standing in front of one I could trick him into crashing the car into one. It actually worked. The hood of the car came off and I could see the engine inside. But he turned around and he kept trying to run me over. I must have been at least a little bit lucid because I wasn't at all scare of what was going on. I know after a few more tries at hitting me, I began jumping over the car as it drove near me, rather than jumping out of the way. I took note of how floaty things seemed. I continued to jump around. Things were getting so floaty I was borderline flying. I think at this point they decided to put a bounty on my underwear. They stopped the car and a horde of drunken adolescents got out, including B. Also among the group was a character that I created as a joke between me and some of my friends; a boy named Swagbag Stanely. (Meant to make fun of online gamers and the pesky airhead boys from school.) I started running from them. There was this big beautiful tree (growing in the middle of the road.) Like a willow tree or something similar, with lots of vine-like branches hanging down from it. I grabbed on to one of the branches (I didn't think it would support my weight, and swung around.) I realized that this was pointless as I was just going to end up swinging right back into the crowd of people that wanted to get me. I tried to change my momentum to wrap around the other side of the tree, and (because semi-lucid dream) it worked. I was able to propel myself along. The vine got caught up on the inside of the tree and I jumped off onto a branch about halfway up the tree. The branch was wobbly. I crawled in closer to the trunk of the tree, where I was eventually able to stand up. Swagbag Stanely. (I'm sorry, it's hard to reference this character in a serious situation. ) started climbing up a tree. He was still acting drunk, but he had a switchblade knife, and everyone was cheering him on. I started shaking the branch he was on, but he was climbing closer to me. He was getting closer to me and moved in to lunge. I knew he was beyond reason so I did the only logical thing I could do. Put my right foot to his manhood as hard as I could. He fell out of the tree. I lost my balance too, and fell off, but caught myself on a lower branch. I looked down and saw that he had split his head open, and was bleeding quite a lot. All of the drunken people started to come to and realized what was happening. One of the moms, or just some random middle aged woman showed up and asked what was going on. The dream started to fade into a courtroom scene where I was re-counting the story. I lost it around here and woke up. I tried to WBTB from this. It was only 6:00am. I figured I could. I didn't have any luck falling asleep though.
There was a grand extravaganza with the heads of state and leaders of the church attending. I could tell it was more of a party and not an official function. There was some discussion between a few church leaders on how to bring about a revival and healing to people. It was decided by them some sort of traditional rite should be performed. The most prominent church leader then went through this rite, and to end it, it involved him pouring a goblet of wine into the sea. I could see him at the cliff edge, pouring it over ceremoniously into the pacific ocean. So where we were must have been eastern Russia. Anyway, as soon as he poured it all out, what was somewhat normal weather over the pacific ocean erupted into a huge storm. Clouds covered the whole expanse of the Pacific Ocean and the winds and waves roared to life. It was like God took offense to the rite being performed and judgment was now at hand. Everyone there were terrified at what was happening and those condoning the rite were shocked that the rite had exactly the wrong effect. It is weird in how I can see a impression of the whole Pacific in my dream and what is happening to it. Somehow I transitioned to a different place, I could tell it was England and I was near a grand cathedral. Well I wandered around the cathedral and also went to the balcony of it, looking out. The people there were also now gathered in masse, and some seemed to be praying against the coming evil. They started singing a beautiful song of praise to the Lord, and as they did, light shone through breaks in the clouds and beams of light lit up the area. It was all so majestic. I wandered around a bit more after the singing stopped. The light quit coming once they stopped singing. Not all were singing, only a few what seemed, random, people in the crowds. Everyone spirits lifted at the singing, but after it stopped, the crowd went back to being nervous and fearful at the coming storm. That's about where my dream ended.
I remember having a few dreams, but all I can recall are fragments. I was in my home, working on something. I recall also another weird toilet dream.
Morning of April 4, 2015. Saturday. In this dream, there is an airplane with two younger pilots that is landing on the streets of, I think, La Crosse (though as is often the case, something is rotated perpendicularly to its real placement, in this case, the parking garage area). The pilots are given instructions on what street to land on, though it seems to be a smaller passenger plane, though not with passengers, and the situation is not very realistic in terms of size orientation. (It is doubtful such a plane would be able to land on the street of a residential area, with or without cars parked on either side.) I reflect with certainty on how the airplane, after landing, is then going to continue to coast, turn a bit to the left, and crash into the multi-storey car park (or “parkade”), which it soon actually does, about four blocks north (from where I am viewing the event), on the southeast corner of that block. At this point, my dream is similar to another recent crash dream (concerning the train derailment) where everything seems to move with impossibly slow speed. There is an unknown male (possibly an unidentified classmate from my middle school years) with me. We avoid the flying debris (which is unrealistic considering how far away the building is) by walking about half a block to the west, but as with my other dream, I choose to go back to where I was to continue watching. However, I am not threatened in any way, or hit by any flying bits of concrete as the building is still slowly breaking up (and “exploding outward in slow motion”) at the bottom only. I watch the building slowly collapse and at one point another identical building, more to the west, also seems to collapse (without any reason) and rebuild itself a few times over (which seems to have something to do with my in-dream thought continuity). At this point, I lose interest and slowly wake. In a way, this seems associated with past dreams; one where I “froze” a tidal wave (though with the water’s energy still vividly cycling through the form) as well as one where easily I “froze” a nuclear explosion but of which was still very slowly unfolding, though with more than enough time to leave the area on a spacecraft.
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Me and my mom are having a walk in a beautifull forest . There is a higher hill in the forest. Suddenly I feel danger and tell my mom to take cover , my friends father walks up the top of the Hill. "I'll kill him " - I say and take a knife out while leaning behind a bush I go into assassin mode , sneaking around. He almost saw me but he keeps watch around. Mom doesn't understands why I want to kill him , neither do I but I still want to kill him. I sneak and sneak . at a point the dream ends.
+(f) packing (another?) sandwich into MR's lunch I have to put a sandwich into my friend MR's lunch box. There's already another sandwich there, I lift up the top and see it's half white/half brown, like half tunafish and half peanut butter. I put the other sandwich on top of the first one. Then I think that I should have put it in a bag so that the two stay separate. +(f) (at the gym?) + hanging out with the pot grower / Christmas tree seller I'm lying on the ground [dreamsign] in a small store/room talking to a pot grower. He's discussing the different varieties he has/grows. He takes a bundle of cellophane-wrapped pot "starter plants" (each a slender stalk about 1 meter tall) out of a closet. I want to ask him how much money he makes or what is the most profitable but I don't want to look like I'm interested in joining the business. The stores has changed to be a Christmas tree store. I'm with my wife. We're trying to choose a tree. I start in the same corner of the room I was lying in with the pot grower, and I'm looking around at the trees. They're all potted, and all short. They have acacia Christmas trees but I think they won't do at all, need a pine tree. I see a well-shaped (but short) pine tree but it is entirely black below the top few rows of branches. I think there is no way to "copy" the ornaments automatically from one tree to another tree. At the other side of the store, I decide not to get anything at all because I've not seen anything I like. My attention is drawn to two ornamental pots with small sculptures in them. Both of them contain clay owls exactly like my mother used to make. My wife comments that they look like her owls. I get choked up and start sobbing/crying and turn away, asking my wife to buy one because they remind me of my mother/home. My voice sounds very high-pitched like a tiny kid and I think I sound very un-manly. + Brutal race/fight where the loser suffers painful humiliating punishment Two guys glad in black leather fighting suits are preparing for a fight. I notice when one guy takes off his cloak that he has a lot of weapons attached to his belt, like small axes, etc. One guy is putting the "punishment" device on to a central table, it's a long, petrified male organ with a chain at the end (sort of like a large "rabbit's foot"). The loser of the fight must endure having the winner jam this thing into the loser's butt. The scene switches to a large race track, and the competition is now a (foot) race rather than a fight. As the race commences I'm on the sidelines, and take up a banner of some sort that others are holding, it's some sign that show's the status of the race or the direction of the track or something like that, and hold it up over the track with the others so that the (cameras?) can see it. The race contestants are a good guy and a bad guy. The good guy loses. I think (see?) the girlfriend/wife of the good guy run to their vehicle, maybe he'll make a break for it to avoid the punishment. I go over to the main building and there is a huge, loud crowd there, they're not going to let the loser get away. A bunch of people are in a hallway, I see the loser clad in black and he's screaming "IT HURTS!" I don't see the actual application of the punishment (which is now a long baton in the butt) but imagine it sticking out of his backend. Someone complains about this brutal punishment being applied to "a loving person." There's some sort of short swarthy sneaky looking event official there walking along with people saying s.l. "don't interfere with the proceedings." In the garage beyond the race track I'm there and a car of some guys drives up, they make a sharp right turn and the left front wheel of the car flies right off of its axel and flops to the ground a short distance away. The car/wheels are very pimp-looking: furry and bright pink. I expect that the car will collapse on the axel and it does soon, starting to slide towards me, I hope out of the way. Walking beyond the car I see a ping pong table against the wall of the garage. Dream shifts to a documentary-memorial: at various spots around the (world?) there are plaques on the ground: the view shifts to a top-down view looking at them and each time the plaque fades away and we see the face / short video of the person who died. Most of them are white young men. Some of them died from dehydration during the race.
Lots of recall from this morning (or rather, last night)! Remembered two separate dreams. The first one was one I recalled upon waking up in the middle of the night, so the details didn't come back to me as clearly as they did the second one. I went about my daily business at a new company for work. Only, this wasn't just your average job. The workplace was also a school. I frequently went with my coworker from real life, and we went about our daily grind. At some point this part is just a fragment for me I ended up playing a hyper-advanced version of a PS2. After doing some more work, it then occurred to me that somebody was behind me. Somebody with sinister intentions. They ended up holding a cloth to my mouth and wrapping their arms around me so that I couldn't escape. I had been drugged. And with THAT really unnerving ending, that's all I can remember from the first dream. Not a whole lot, but something nonetheless. Now for the SECOND dream, which I remembered upon waking up for good. This one was quite longer, and more vivid. I had bought a fancy new apartment for myself, and was looking after my dog Jesse one bright morning. Jesse ended up peeing all over the place (which is what he does in real life). :canislucidus: I tried bringing him downstairs to a safer area to pee, but my girlfriend and her mom disapproved of it, and scolded me extremely badly, almost to the point of insulting. I felt extremely bad, and for some silly reason that I assume only goes by dream logic, Stephen Hawking was nearby while they scolded me, and he was smiling a big smile and ramming into me with his wheelchair. ...make of that what you guys will. But I digress, after they scolded me, I screamed really loudly out of frustration. Soon after, all of us went to a concert hall, where the DJ and producer was none other than my Japanese teacher! This brought up my mood quite a bit, and we caught up for a while. He then let me take control of the stage, as a play was going on (though I don't remember what it was). I messed around with the lights, and background music, amusing myself for a while. And finally, after THAT was done, my teacher, girlfriend, and her mom all went with me to this little girl's house for her birthday party. Oddly, I didn't recognize this girl from anybody I know IRL, yet I treated her like a little sister. My girlfriend's uncle was at the party too, scoffing at people getting references wrong. Scarily enough, just like the ending of the last dream, this one ended with a bit of an unsettling note, as news got around about a killer on the loose while we were singing happy birthday, of all things.
Teaching I have a dream about teaching my girl students. They are giggly and bubbly as usual. I see one of my students who is very good at English in the dream. We talk a little bit and I am impressed with how much her English has improved. Student Visa The school I am working at offers to transfer me over to a student visa from my working visa. Work it Out! I am on a bouncy ball in the middle of a huge group of women and children. It's hard to get them to hear me so I must speak as loud as I can. The movement on the bouncy ball starts to get me to start flying and swirling randomly into space. This type of movement usually propels me into a lucid dream. Out of Control Car I am in my car, in the middle between the driver and passenger seat, talking to my dad from outside of my car through the windshield. The car starts to roll backwards and then quickly propels backwards rapidly as if I have applied pressure to the gas. I realize this is impossible and become lucid. The car stops and I am inside of some type of garage. It is very dark. I lose consciousness and the lucidity as well as the dream ends.
Updated 04-05-2015 at 02:50 AM by 12143
I am just getting back into my lucid dreaming. My last journal was 高欣妮, but I have no idea what email I used to sign up with that account, so I just remembered this one! Color Coding System: Regular Dream My thoughts about the dream Lucid Dream False Awakening Quasimodo There is a man that I will call Quasimodo because of his slightly deformed appearance. He had a very gentle demeanor, but he did not fit in when it came to his social behavior. He is on a large stage, there is a blue light all around him and he plays music on the piano. When he finished he simply walks off stage without address anyone in the audience or saying any type of farewell. Everyone in the audience looks at each other, a few are smiling because of this odd behavior. They hesitantly start to clap. Later he is in an office with I believe two other men start to interrogate him regarding specific information. He answers the questions as best as he can. moking hookah but in dream it's weed/ALS-music--just gets off stage questioning about why he did a certain thing (QM), yoga program, reviewing a tape, says he doesn't know--needs additional information Fabric Store buying fabric with Nan, she doesn't want to buy a pattern, just the fabric--look at scarves that are made the (paper chain-type) way, very poorly made, lots of fringe on the end, but they haven't had seams finished Weekend Fun , dad comment about legs/knees, weekend thing to do, starts at 4am--free alcohol, picture of guys in the water holding their breath with 2 things of beer, Chat room--message directed at me but ignore it Paying the Ayi talk to Karina about them paying the ayi, she has school and I have work so we want to get the money before they move out--Karina tells me to just pay in the morning because she thinks they are staying up waiting for the guy to come move all of their things, she is sitting on my bed Enter Through the Garage I end up in a garage, I know that I am dreaming because I don't park my car anywhere in China and there is a car next to my car that I don't recognize. It's dark everywhere, but I don't want to turn on the lights because I feel it will disturb my sleep pattern. I open my car door, I almost don't care about the car next to me, but I decide even though I am dreaming I shouldn't still try not to hit the car with my door. I move inside the dark garage. I can barely see much. I go to the garage door. I can still barely see much, so I try to feel for a handle. I notice there is a lock on the door that can opened with a key, but no handle. I wonder how I am going to get inside. I notice writing on a sheet of paper on the door, I am fascinated by how detailed everything looks. I decide I can get inside because I am dreaming... I mentally push the door open, it gets a little stuck but I keep willing it open until I am inside. Everything is very dark. I can vaguely see the furniture. I seem to be in the kitchen. All of the sudden I feel a furry thing on me, licking away at my neck. It's Minchkin! I am overwhelmed with joy. "I missed you so much!" I say. I hear my dad's voice in the background, a very low murmur. The dreams starts to fade out to a third eye vision. It moves around the living room and I see a black and white spotted cat (?maybe this is not clear, but it is some type of animal). Dream continues to fade until I decide to wake up and write it down. The Mansion inside big house, a bunch of different rooms--living with girls From The River very long dreams: outside looking at fruit that is growing right off the trees--bitten by bugs, photographer trying to take my pictures, yell at him, butterfly dies, cat is in pain, falls off small cliff like thing, I start to go down the ladder by it and see all of the prickly things that the cat got caught on. I get to the bottom of the ladder and jump, it ends up being really high up. I realize I am dreaming and change the dream scene. I still end up back in the water. I am floating around and see a bunch of boats with people in them. It looks like a video game. None of the people are saying anything, they are just frozen in time. I get in a small boy's boat and he starts to talk to me. "Welcome!" He says something like this and we start to float into a building where the game would begin. We float into the building where it says "begin" though the boat ends up not going down the game path way. We end up in a cafe looking place, we are still in the water in the boat. I notice how real everything feels. The wood on the stairs, the plastic of the furniture. I then end up inside of a souvenir type shop. I look at different things inside of the shop, then I realize maybe I am dreaming this so I can discover an ancient Chinese souvenir. Since it is hard for me to manipulate a scene automatically, I close my eyes and say that the shop will have Chinese good in it. When I open my eyes everything is red. I see small tiny looking straight-haired wigs. I look in the mirror and see that my hair is straight, with a slight wave to it. I keep looking around the store until my consciousness fades out. Albus Dumbledore? dream about being inside of a house or some type of living room talking to a girl that I know and there is a guy, an old guy named Albus (I remember his name because I asked if I had met him before and called him Albus Dumbledore). He tells my friend and I that we need to be still and to get educated. He has some type of video set up that allows him to see and talk to us (he hides under this small blanket and disappears to another area). ESL English School Local teacher Annie keeps telling me that it is class time or that it is meeting time. I finally get annoyed at her because she tells me it is meeting time even though the school is starting to close and I start to prepare to attend the meeting. I tell her to stop telling me it is class or meeting time and that I am really annoyed at it. She has a very neutral response to my anger, but she seems to understand my frustration.
Updated 04-05-2015 at 02:51 AM by 12143
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