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5.15.15

My dream recall has hit rock bottom last few weeks, and no lucids either. I have to figure out how to LD when working night shifts.

Had these 2 dreams last 2-3 days.

Spider
I'm looking at a brown spider. Big, brown-grey body, velvet looking. Bare, skinny legs. He is walking on the floor. I remember seeing him at the store I work at. (only now that I'm awake I don't think I saw him at work). I try to capture him in a plastic see-through cup and release him outside. I got him in the cup but he is not cooperating, haha. Running up the walls, over the lip, and I loose sight of him few times. Btw, we are in some old building. When I see him, he is on my hand. He has some faded cross on his back, llike the spider we call Knight of the Cross. I think he is venomous. So he gets on my hand and I have no choice but to sqash him. But just before he manages to bite me. I'm showing the double-fanged, bloody bitemark to someone.

The welder.
This was very interesting. I'm watching a welder from just 3 feet away. He has thick gloves and safety shield on the face, and heat resistant attire.Welding machine in one hand and piece of metal in other. As he puts the metal to the large piece of metal, it starts to melt. I realize, that large bottom metal must be very hot. He draggs his hand in the glove accross the bottom metal sheet slowly, as he is applying small metal piece and heating it up with the flame. I realize that his gloved hand is dragging on something very hot and I find it kinda scary, what if it got burned through. Then I see on the part of the glove that touches the welding piece, there is something like thick velcro. The plastic spikes are not allowing the glove to touch the hot metal, but giving his hand support so he could weld straight. The plastic spikes are not conducting heat as much as a full contact glove would. I realize it's a great invention. Also, this idea is now patented.

I'm standing in a place covered in snow that I think of as "at the edge of all things" - although all I can see is snow to the horizon, I'm thinking of this place as a kind of boundary line. I'm with a woman wearing a black fur hat, and below it some strands of her hair have come loose, the wind keeps blowing them into her face.

I've just said something half-joking to her to the effect of, it's fine, I'm used to traveling. I'm thinking about the way I arrived in this reality in the first place, tracking her.

She, entirely serious, says something to the effect of but if you do this now, you won't ever be able to stop.

With family we had a free trip around the world. First, we decided to enter a secret government laboratory placed under our house. We went to the basement and opened a trapdoor. It was dark inside, light's weren't working.

We concluded that there was a disaster in the past, and decided to go out of there. Suddenly, a GUI of a graphics editing software appeared. I could make new layers, paste objects, alter them - and they appeared in reality.

I changed the main background from a dark, abandoned laboratory into a sunny beach. Then I edited the whole image to my liking, adding more and more details. My last change was to make reality look like it was painted by an artist.

Non-lucid
I'm at a house I don't recognize, with mom, David, AJ, Thomas, Ruby and all four of my cats. It's gotten very late, and it's already dark outside. My mother says, "Aw jeez, we gotta go soon. We might not have time to eat the biscuits." Right as she says that David pulls huge, fluffy, and for some reason already cut open biscuits from the oven. I grab one to eat quickly, as everyone is getting ready to leave. It's not hot.
David is suddenly in his drag outfit he wore for the play at Christmas. He finds the ruler we have, which has a laser pointer. I take it from him, rather rudely, and show him how to play with my cats with it. He puts it between his "boobs" that are sewn into the dress as a joke.
Then, I wake up.

#437- DEILD - Time unknown

I fell back to sleep after waking from this dream. I only recalled it during my morning meditation. Lucky.

I wake up slightly and find myself in that halfway point between wake and dream. My arm is up over my part of my face and I find it uncomfortable. I consider adjusting, but I worry that I'll wake up too much if I move. Ignore it and focus on relaxing my body. I don't notice the usual vibrations this time, but I feel myself sink deeper. I try focusing on lifting up or floating and I quickly rise up out of my body and automatically land on my feet.

I walk around the house for a bit thinking hard what my goal is. I see random rooms and objects, but I don't really pay much attention. I know I want to try a TOTM and after some effort, I recall the in-dream WILD task. I quickly stop and become stiff as a board and fall to my back. I look at the ceiling for a second then close my eyes hoping for the best. I am a little worried this will fail as I let go of my dream body and relax, focusing on lucidity. After a second or two, I feel myself lift up again. I am standing blind for a bit and I ferociously focus on seeing — I don't want to fail this task. Then it dawns on me to just "open my eyes". I am now standing in a meadow on a trail leading into a forest. The amazing thing about it is that the entire scene is filtered over with red. It's beautiful and slightly ominous at the same time. As I am enjoying the scene, I notice my physical eyes have partially opened. I try to maintain the dream, but the waking world slowly comes into view ending the dream.

This pic doesn't do it justice, but it's close.

I was non lucid inside my room and opened the door to see my parakeet's cage put on a desk to the side of my door. I wondered why my dad put them there because downstairs can get cold. I than closed the door to clean up the parakeet poop I found on the floor and my bed. I was annoyed having to clean up the mess. Than my older brother came in to point out the mess I had to clean. I told him to get out and found a paper. There was a drawing of a big man in a robe with a lion head. I felt like he was suppose to be a professor and was thinking of how he would make a good character for a cartoon. Than the dream shifted and i was on a motorcycle with a lady in a nurse uniform.

" Where are you taking me? Are you going to take me to my new dream guide?" I asked. She said yeah but I didn't really believe her. Looked around the city than saw a huge sign above say "Cease To Exist". I was scared because I tend to get anxiety when i think of not being able to breathe. Which I had before I fell asleep. Aggh. Anyways as we kept going we arrived at a hospital and the other doctors mentioned it was time to put the needle in me. A old lady doctor managed to put the needle in my arm a bit but than I pushed her back. Than the lady who brought me there mentioned how there was a chance that I was going to go to hell where the dead carcasses are thrown.

Of course I'm not going to accept the path, even in a dream so I decided to leave. After all, there's no fun in what was going on. So I tried going through the window at first but than it didn't work so I left through the door. I ended up in a really long wooden hall where I saw a little girl standing near a door. Her older brother came through the door where the hospital was and mentioned how I was right to leave because I had to eat all I could. Yeah, I like eating but I found him kind of annoying. I was thinking of how I wanted to go through the other window I saw in the hall but wasn't sure. Than I woke up.

The question is how can you overcome your fear of death in a dream? Just by letting yourself die? I think the best answer to that is no. Fear exists for a reason and its okay to be afraid. I'm not going to like death but I do acknowledge that it happens. Anyways I also had this dream because of the allergies. My nose being stuffy makes it hard to breathe when you want to sleep.

Something having to do with my old middle school.


There was also something to do with this chinese girl who was about 10 and learning martial arts. She already had a black belt and was looking into developing her own move-sets and techniques.


The first thing I remember was that I was in my neighborhood when a three adult DCs approached me and told me about some kind of trial to join their order that I was not allowed to refuse. They also told me that I was dreaming.

They tesseracted me to a different plane of existence. I still felt like I was where my neighborhood was, vaguely. But it was just a forest. In place of the main road that circles my neighborhood was just a dirt path. It was a racetrack. Also, it was wintertime, so there were no leaves on the trees and there was a lot of snow on the ground.

The three DCs it seemed would always approach me in a triangular formation. There was a singular woman in the middle with long red hair, who looked to be about 50. The two DCs on the side were both men.

DC #1:"The rules of the trial are simple. It is a three lap race. Cross the finish line before these two racers by any means necessary."

They gestured to two race cars (one red, one blue) about to start in a parking lot.

Le me: "Wait... don't I get a car?"

DC #2 "Aww, wittle baby thinks he needs a car."

DC #3 "No, you don't get a car. We'll give you a five second head start if it makes you feel better."

They continued to taunt me for a few seconds longer. I couldn't help but give a crank-up middle finger to the DCs. DC #2 and #3 looked really confused.

DC #1 "Go, the cars are gonna start!"

I started off running. I then started boost running with my fire jets. I could hear the cars catching up behind me. I tried resetting my fire jets, but they always came up tiny. I was still moving at about thirty miles an hour, but as you all know, for a race car, that isn't a lot.

I thought I could start flying, but this was the exact same way that I flew, and chances are, I wouldn't go much faster than this. By keeping my feet in the ground, I didn't have to worry about three-dimensional movement.

We rounded the first turn.

The dream lost clarity and I was on a bike. I was back in my own neighborhood. I then saw the bike was heading straight for a brick archway that went across the road, with a smaller portal for a sidewalk on each side. The bike suddenly felt very tall, and I felt like I was going hit the top of the arch. I put my arms out and managed to stop an embarrassing face-plant into the wall.

I got up and ran under the archway (I didn't have to duck to fit, that's how tall my bike had become.) I was about to start up my fire jets again when this fat guy came out of nowhere and I ran into his stomach.

I apologized and kept going. I then nearly ran into a little girl riding a pink bicycle and had to stop running again. I felt like I was inside my middle school now.

It was at this point that I just sat down and told myself there was no point in trying to race these guys. The dream was just going to frustrate me to no end. I gave up.

I was somehow teleported back to an observing spot near the finish line. The three DCs were there.

...

Something to do with Bruce Banner turning into the hulk and trying to get into the race late.

...

I was watching the cars go round on their first lap from the same spot. Then it hit me. (Sort of like that brick wall hit me back in the race.)

Me: "So, wait a second, I have to win this race by any means necessary? Anything goes?"

DC #1 "Yeah... do whatever you have to."

Me: "Maybe I have a shot after all."

I jumped into the air and landed in the middle of the dirt racetrack, on the final curve before the finish line. I could hear the two cars coming about for their final lap. The red car came around first.

I used earthbending to cause a large brown boulder to come up under it. It flew off the track. Before it could hit the ground, I made a gray rock column smack it higher and farther away. The car exploded in mid-air a few seconds after being hit by the pillar.

The other car came around. I tried to earthbend another boulder but the driver evaded in time. She got closer and I tried to do another boulder but she dodged that one too and went past me. I changed strategies. I manifested a black metal bow and three arrows.

I could see three tires as the car turned into the final stretch. I thought of the Lars Anderson archery video and fired all three of them in quick succession, trying to take out all three tires. I missed the front one, but the two back ones were out. The driver swerved off and swung round. Her car (initially a blue race car) was now a black Hummer.

I guess she picked up on the whole no-rules thing because she was coming at me, trying to run me over. I jumped into the air and pushed off the radiator on the front of the car. It still sent be backwards. I did a flip and a twirl to see that I was headed for a chain-link fence. I tried to picture myself coming down and landing on it.

I saw a blue monochrome virtual-reality cutaway view of the car, fence and my own body in flight, along with all of these calculations being made. It said that my momentum backwards would cause me to fall off and that I had to magnetize my shoes.

I landed on top of the fence. I then manifested another bow and shot a single arrow into the hood of the car, stopping the engine. The driver got out. I was surprised to see that it was an old woman wearing a yellow dress. (Kind of a generic grandma image.) She took a fighting stance and did a kung-fu leap into the air.

"Great, looks like it's time for this tonight's' random high-octane martial arts fight sequence..."

I jumped down off the fence. Somehow or other we were in a ~50' Square area completely surrounded by chain-link fence with nothing but grass in the middle.

Grandma:"You know who you're dealing with, little boy?"

Me:"You're one to talk, Grandma!"

Grandma:"I've baked cookies bigger than you!"

Me:"Hey, that is clearly racist against cookies everywhere!" (man, my dialogue was all over the place last night...)

The first couple times that we moved in on one another, any attack was either blocked or avoided and we quickly backed off, trying to judge each others' fighting styles. The fourth time though we actually moved into a long sequence, where it turned out we were roughly equals. It was just a long sequence that I thought about trying to remember. (That's how I know I was fully lucid here, because I was planning what I was going to take back with me.)

It ended with me doing this strange move that defied the laws of physics where I somehow flipped her using my legs and sent her flying upside-down into the fence. As I was doing this move she asked me

"What!? What master taught you thiiisss?!?!"

After she hit the fence and fell down.

"I don't know, I just kind of... made it up..."

I got the dream ending feeling, and the dream started going dark. The three DCs from before approached me.

DC #3:"Should we tell him?"

*garbled*

DC #1:"You passed our test!"

A visual of somebody's eye color changing from green to a dull blue.

Me: "Great, now could you please tell me-"

-wakes up-

"...what you were testing me on?"

Morning of May 15, 2015. Friday.



In the first part of my dream, I am with my wife and children in what seems to be our previous home on Barolin Street. I mostly remain around the area near the doorway into the kitchen, though staying mostly in the living room. I have some sort of card, about the size of a standard playing card or trading card, that is transparent in some areas and may be three-layered (with the transparent part being sandwiched between two thin cardboard layers that may have a couple abstract patterns). When I hold it up over my left eye, it creates realistic holograms in the room of various (unfamiliar) people walking around, sitting down (on our actual furniture), and interacting with each other. It is almost like watching characters in a movie. It is very realistic and three-dimensional and I mention this to my wife who is standing near the doorway at one point. This dream scene is almost like the opposite in mood to my dream from yesterday (“Several Intruders” from May 14th) in that there is a cheerful and interesting atmosphere (though of course, in this case, I decide whether or not to see them via usage of the card). I remain intrigued by how “realistic” the holographic people are though they are completely intangible and lack the potential to interact with, apparently, and I do not clearly recall experiencing them audibly speaking or at least what was said. There are mostly a few older females in long old-fashioned dresses as well as children (both male and female) of various ages.

Later, the living room of the Barolin Street house seems to slightly infuse into a composite that includes my old King Street apartment (the northeast corner room with the cupola area), though it “feels” more like the Barolin Street house. Still, the pinhead Leonard S shows up (mostly standing) and there is also an unknown younger male in the room (sitting on the floor) and he seems annoyed. He is possibly a college student and is probably loosely modeled after friend Rick S though he does not resemble him that much. He becomes angry after I inform him not to go through my belongings and he eventually starts yelling about not having eaten for several days, which is supposedly why his mood is atypically as it presently is. I go to check the status of my (fictional) collection of trading cards. (In fact, he may have been going through my room to find food, though this is not certain.)

My “collection”, or at least about half of it, seems to include duplicates of the same musician-themed card (and which are more like typical plain trading cards; not like the hologram-making card in the first part of my dream). Two of the slightly sketchy card designs are Rick Springfield (thus the possible association with friend Rick S) and David Essex - though the cards seem to have been made in the early 1960s or the late 1950s, which makes the scenario impossible (which is typical of dreams for some reason). Inside a large white wooden cabinet on the bottom spacious shelf is a sequence of four metal (silver) rotating trading card racks that make me think of rotating comic book racks (also called “revolving comic book racks”) except about one-fourth the size and with four tiers each. I am annoyed by the different tiers coming apart and some of the cards falling out onto the shelf and floor (though I do not question why I would have so many copies of the same card). I keep trying to fix everything up as the unknown male complains about his status in the background. I seem to have a slight empathy for him regarding his plight.

I'll keep this brief because last time I typed out a DJ it took me like 2 hours...

Recall began with me parked out front of a construction site. Asked to move car and comply. Leave car noticing that it is a dusty grey mini van with my cousins' last night written in the dust. See my cousins and they remind me that they need to grab things from the van. "Lets do it right now". Turn and they follow me.

Dream transitions to a bed room. At some point in the transition my cousins become my roommate, I take some shrooms, I check the time and see that it is 5:30 (I wake up at 6:30 and had just WBTB at about 5:00)

Roommate: "Man, you always forget how long shrooms last. How are you going to go to work?". I think to myself "oh well, I'll just talk a half day. Let's see what my eyes look like and if I can pull this off". Head over to look at myself in a mirror that is in the closet, bringing a table lamp with me as it is dark. I can barely reach due to the length of the cord but as I'm standing there (still) trying to get a good look at my eyes my reflection begins to move on its own to make it easier for me! Immediately lucid. May or may not have RC.

Begin current lucid goal which is to find and smell some food. Walk out room, down stairs, and through hallway. Notice a set of doors and tell myself "there are women through there when for after you find something to smell". Walk through another doorway and into the kitchen of my childhood home.

Begin looking for food. Most cupboards are empty or filled with pots/pans. Fridge is full of shoes (should have tried to smell them..). Find some peanut butter. Smells fairly realistic. Check fridge again. Beer and orange juice. Decide to avoid the beer as I believe that being drunk will destabilize me. Smell the OJ. Nothing.

Notice delicious looking dessert on the counter and try a piece. Is some sort of mixture of peanut butter, custard, and Graham cracker crust. It is absolutely delicious.

As I gorge the dream changes to a less visual dream where I am internally debating the way in which sound works and is processed in dreams (different frequencies occurring at different times..?) using some sort of camp ground visual metaphor. Slowly loose lucidity and wake.