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School trip

I was in my home, preparing for a school trip. The next day I was sitting in bus with only one person. We were driving through a road surrounded by fields from both sides. A few days later I was back in my house, taking clothes from wardrobe and going to take a shower.

Starting the engine

It was midnight. I took my father's keys and entered a car. I tried to start the engine, but whenever I used the key, the car started to move violently. I couldn't control it, but then my father appeared and helped me to do this.

I had a mini nightmare last night. I don't have nightmares very often. And when I do they are often sort of similar.

In the dream I had gone outside from what was supposed to be my house. I heard my cat meowing. It sounded like she was in distress. The sound came from the roof. I looked up-- and suddenly this huge chimpanzee leans over the edge of the roof and looks right at me.

I was so startled and freaked out that I tried to scream, but all I could do is breathe heavy. I also wanted to run, but I was frozen in place. The terror lasted about 15-20 seconds before I woke up.


I have had other dreams very similar to this. Often it is a bigfoot that comes out of the woods and stares at me. I'm always frozen with terror and trying to scream but all I can manage to do is just breathe hard.

Dream undoubtedly caused in part by watching a Doctor Who Christmas special.

Christmas with my husband's side of the family at our home but different than current. Re-gifting some presents my husband just received. Not enough stockings but happened to get some as present, but one at least is way too small.

Morning of May 14, 2015. Thursday.



My wife and family and I seem to be living in our present home on W Street though I get the vivid impression that our house is rotated completely around by 180 degrees (there being a very clear in-dream awareness of the real-life “kitchen space” now as the rotated living room in relative directional awareness), thus our front door faces the south into our implied backyard and alley beyond. However, I cannot be certain how the rest of the neighborhood’s layout has been altered by my dream’s rendering as I am never outside at any point. The front wall, where the window otherwise is, is different in that it has the potential to be a portal into another world. This portal (or implied inter-dimensional gateway that could give access to several different alternate worlds depending on the setup) is seemingly controlled by at least four bricks that are arranged in a line and used with some sort of incantation I think or at least by having each brick in a particular special position in contrast to every other (it may even relate to four bits in the construct of half a byte though it seems like some sort of ancient technology related to a lost civilization).

At one point, I place the four bricks on the floor near the sofa. I put them in a row of four and each brick in its specific place, though in lieu of instructions someone else gives me, but the portal still appears in the wall, revealing an outside area beyond (where our front porch would actually be seen through the window). It almost seems like some sort of wharf immediately beyond (though does vaguely cause me to consider that part of it is “still” our porch). My older brother Earl (deceased) and an unknown male are going to go into this other world, supposedly for a short time, to explore the area and possibly take notes for a possible later documentary or book. My brother only looks to be in his late twenties here. Although it was decided that they first visit the culture that invented the system, there are no organic traces of that society apparently, due to so many thousands of years having passed (though some buildings, including temples with religious motifs, are still there).

A short time later, it is realized that the wall has closed up, possibly due to someone accidentally moving one of the control bricks on the floor. A few other unknown people are visiting and want to make sure my brother and the other male are able to get back. I try a few different arrangements of the four bricks, but the wall remains “doorless” (or without the portal to the other world) for about twenty minutes. Meanwhile, I discover that by touching a brick a certain way or tapping it on the floor, it doubles into two bricks. This seems problematic, as the more bricks there are, the more possible patterns that can be made, complicating the potential to implement the right arrangement by chance. Somehow, I end up with about ten bricks, a couple of them being slightly smaller.

I get rather annoyed and throw a brick so that it hits the side of the sofa. Oddly, it turns into a can of Sunkist Orange Soda. A few other bricks also transform into drinks when I throw them, including a few cartons (half pints) of chocolate milk, which are shared with the visitors. I sit down on the couch on the right end to drink from my Sunkist can and I end up drinking rapidly emerging foamy soda. The detail and sensations are quite vivid and realistic. I worry about wasting too much of it, but am able to drink it quickly enough so that most of it is consumed. In afterthought, the augmented sense of touch in this case (and even the associated slurping sounds) is somewhat amazing though I do not become lucid. It is possibly one of the most vivid and realistic drinking sensations I have ever had in a dream to date.

I carelessly attempt different positioning of the bricks, throwing a couple more at times in frustration, including at the front inner wall. Eventually though, the portal appears (via a random experimental arrangement of the bricks on my part, of which there are about six left) and my brother and the other male walk into the living room. The area behind them looks exactly like the same “wharf” from earlier in my dream. My brother says that he and the other man had been in the other realm for nearly a year, though he looks about ten years older than before. I tell him that the portal had only been closed for about twenty minutes.

Later, there is some sort of shift where I look out from a different “porch” of some kind from the west side of the house. There is a vague concern of a giant creature (perhaps King Kong) or large stylistic dinosaur (or Godzilla) appearing from over the eaves somewhere. This never occurs and I am not that fearful of the potential. I eventually cannot quite place where I am. In fact, I seem to be in two different locations at the same time, yet both of which are nearly the same - and in addition, while being disembodied in perspective of a third location that is also very similar. I continue to ponder on the three different “same” places and whether or not a monster will soon appear in any of them, though again, nothing happens as I slowly wake.

Non-lucid
I dreamed there was going to be an FNAF4. And nobody could handle how good it was.

I was trying WILD with WBTB.

A very clear and vivid image of my grandmother’s old house appeared in front of my eyes. As I was entering it I felt creepy vibrations on my spine, neck and head that I am feeling every time I am about to enter a dream and my girlfriend pulling me from my leg(we usually sleep together but not this night)and telling me not to leave her! I told her that it’s a dream and I had to enter it alone.
At this time I have to mention that my grandmother doesn’t leave there anymore and I was aware of it in my dream. At the beginning it was very dark and I was frightened for a moment then I did an RC and then shouted “I want light” and light came to the rooms. I wasn’t really feeling a dream body but a strange sensation of my thoughts floating in the space. For a while I was wondering about what to do in my dream and I decided to go out.
The first thing I saw when I went out was a DC siting in his balcony at the first floor of the opposite building. I realized that this DC had the same appearance with a famous chef from my country.Then i flew up there with the intention to ask him what does he represents. The next dialogue followed.


Me.” Hello how are you,I know its early in the morning and you have to go to your job but I am dreaming.”

DC.” Its ok.”

Me.” what is your job? “

DC.” I will tell you what is my job but first I would like to say…..”


At this point the dream became unstable and I was so exciting because I was going to ask something to my subconscious and I woke up.

I think that the whole dream lasted about 1 minute.

Morning of May 14, 2015. Thursday.



My family and I are presently living where we are in real life, on W Street. I seem to be the only one home at first, though I eventually notice my two youngest sons playing with toy cars on the living room floor in the last segment of my dream. The house in-dream is larger than it is in reality. It seems to be nighttime throughout most of my dream.

I eventually hear someone talking to me very loudly and clearly through the fully closed and locked back door. Thus, as there is obviously a trespasser in our backyard I become very annoyed. At first he seems to be demanding some small change but then seems to be requesting a wine bottle or two (we have no alcohol in reality). I decide to go and tell him off and possibly knock him unconscious with one of my long steel barbells. When I open the back door (while holding a barbell), I see that he is apparently a homeless person with a long beard and perhaps around forty years old. There is also a younger man (of about thirty) farther out and on the east side of the yard to my left. He is seemingly my (unfamiliar) next-door neighbor who seems annoyed by the drunk but also annoyed with me even though he is also trespassing in my yard - as there is a tall wooden fence between the properties that cannot easily be climbed over. I have a brief dream within a dream (though not very clear) of throwing them both over the fence. I close the door and go back into my house, but there are eventually somehow a few other unknown males roaming around in the rooms. I become angrier at this additional set of impositions.

At one point, two unknown females (about eighteen or possibly younger) enter the house through the front door. As with a few other dreams, the window area on the north wall relative to the porch and beyond is almost skeletal or unfinished, allowing passersby to get into the house easier if they choose, by coming in through the “window” or between two vertical planks. The girls seem very dominant and unimpressed by my ordering them to leave and they act as if my house is just a convenient shortcut (though they eventually leave the same way they came in, but return briefly). After a time, I start to walk around, asking aloud “Where’s my pistol?” I notice a couple toy plastic squirt guns on the table and make a note of it. I talk about calling the police, but do not (not even being sure of where the telephone is in this case).

At one point, another unknown male bumps into me when coming through the living room (as I am standing near the front door) to leave via the front door - another intruder who had somehow just gotten in through the back door and wandered through the house until deciding to leave. This elevates my anger and makes me feel displaced in my own home. It feels despicable and ridiculous to have to put up with this.

I eventually see another male near the porch’s (fictional) outer screen door as if trying to get in (it is locked at this point at least). The porch is rendered differently than in real life at this point. It seems more elongated eastward and has a wider and far more logical footpath-facing entrance rather than being very narrow and illogically perpendicularly offset to the left as in reality (thus extremely inconvenient, if not impossible, to use the front entrance for carrying out furniture or larger items, including baby prams - an extraordinarily stupid architectural design for a residence, in fact, requiring furniture to be lifted up and over the higher porch wall by up to three people).

The last male attempting to get into our house (for no particular reason) has a very strange appearance and is also muscular though with odd skin. He has black veins in his forehead that are somewhat reminiscent of plant roots and extend down a bit on the sides of his face (and for a moment I ponder on whether it is some sort of eerie tattoo I am seeing - or perhaps he is somehow not fully human). I open the door and push him back and vividly feel his weight and presence. Out on the street, to my right, are more annoying people who are just mindlessly staring at our house. The level of vividness is quite pronounced to near-lucidity, though I do not become directly lucid at any point. There is no feeling of being actually threatened at any time, just pointlessly imposed upon.

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Morning of May 14, 2015. Thursday.



In the first part of my dream, we seem to be living in our present home on W Street, though it seems isolated and near a beach at one point. There seems to be an implication of beach land both south and north of us. For a time, I get an unusual sense of the end of the world approaching, though it resolves into lesser thoughts of mild uneasiness at the thought of all that is of mankind ceasing to exist one day (but probably not in my lifetime). This is seemingly caused by my wariness of how the moon appears above the horizon to the north in the nighttime sky and being of an unusual yellowish orange color. When I look out, I see, other than the eerie moon, mostly only a featureless beach to the north, the shoreline running somewhat north to south, west of our house.

In another scene, I am admiring my (fictional) black leather jacket and black leather pants that had been draped over the back of a chair in the dining room (which we presently use as a bedroom). (I do not presently own any such apparel in reality and only wore such clothes over twenty years ago.) I think of the jacket (though which is more like a shirt design) and pants as the “only” clothes that are ever worth wearing. They look very new and “perfect” in every way. I decide not to presently wear them, though, as I get the impression that elderly ladies, as well as some elements of local authority, would frown upon such a thing and have an entirely different idea about who I am than anything related to truth, which would prove to be problematic since people are often incorrectly judged solely by what they wear.

At another point, I see my oldest son, who comes into the other room and sits on a couch briefly, as I watch through an indoor window (similar to the real one in the inner wall in the front room) and have a short-term concern about his well-being (in real life he just had a wisdom tooth and another one pulled the day after this dream) though he does not see or regard me at any point. The layout and distance orientation seems different; a strange sort of shifting southward so that my son’s room is seemingly where the kitchen is in reality, yet I also get a vague feeling of looking into the living room in Cubitis through the indoor window though it also seems to be some sort of one-way mirror at one point.

At another point, I open the door that in real life is to my oldest son’s room (from off the living room) though instead of a larger bedroom it is a somewhat spacious closet (about one-fifth the size of the real room) with at least three wooden built-in shelves going all the way around each wall. Most of the shelves are filled with larger plastic toys and action figures, it seems. From the middle shelf to my left, I pick up some sort of odd large robot-looking contraption (also made solely of plastic), which is mostly blue and white, and the legs are loose and hang down as if partly detached (and though it vaguely reminds me of Lego blocks in some sections, I do not think it is Lego). I think about fixing it though I am not sure what it is or how it works, though take it to the living room to check it and wake soon after.

This was a rather short but nevertheless nice lucid dream. The thing started with me being some kind or raptor in a forest and people were hunting me. I had the ability to turn invisible and used it to confuse them, creating several different tracks before fully turning invisible and flying away. The landscape was very detailed, it seemed to be a very odd mix of winter with snow and yet it also resembled spring with some greenery.
I became lucid, and tried to stabilize, with mediocre success. I tried to feel the temperature, and indeed it felt really ice cold, like it would feel with my real body, with the exception that it wasn't unpleasant in any way whatsoever. A feeling I commonly thought about in real life, as I actually love the feeling of cold, and only my body making a fuss about not freezing is what makes cold unpleasant, not the feeling itself. The absolutely awesome panorama that hit me after I passed a mountain caused such a strong feeling of positive excitement that I woke up.

I should've put more effort into feeling my surroundings and stabilizing, but the panorama was worth it I guess.