The Capsule I was at a family gathering and I was quite nervous. I was with my brother majority of the time, as I don't think Trev or Russ was there at the time. I think Dad was was there, and quite a few people were talking about something that triggered me to show them footage of a Hover Board. I try searching for it on the Internet, but I have trouble remembering what it was called. Eventually I find it. There were a few model names, one being septer. I was happy to find it. I found some good footage of someone using it. The footage was incredible. It showed someone going sky high, even rocketing to the ground at high speeds. It wouldn't hit the ground, but instead look to have a springing motion, catapulting back up to the sky. I'm at Rita and Bruce's house. We're organizing a trip to somewhere via the hover board, except it isn't the hover board, it's some kind of small capsule. There's certain procedures while in flight, like unscrewing the bottom of he capsule and putting it back on. I was nervous about this, because we would be in space, where the pressure would be high, resulting in us being sucked out. I'm not sure who I was with at this point, but I think it's people I know. I'm outside in a street. There is other people with those flying capsules. Im seeing a scene of someone riding one and losing control of it, resulting it what would seem to hurt the person. I see another scene of a similar incident, except this time it runs into someone. We have our capsule which is tiny now, it's designed as a red pickup truck. It's flown over the crowed of people. I begin to feel a sense of having a better capsule then everyone else. I feel that eyes will be tuned in on ours. It's flown over into a venue that's having a capsule festival or something. We land it on top of a roof. I find this absolutely hilarious, and so do some of the public. Out of no where a official I'm assuming, grabs the capsule and unscrews the power unit out of the bottom of it. It's put me on a bit of a downer. I see a replay of capsule trying to fly away at the last minute as he tries to grab it. He grabs it just in time, and has a relieved look on his face. I walk into a room where I can see a lot of people sitting at a table. I spot the man that has our capsule and soon realize he is uploading the photos off of it. He says it'll take 20 mins to upload them. I check the time and it seems as if it will be longer. Dream Fragment I'm reading a text from Kayley, it's saying that she isn't coping the best at the moment. I figure it's got to do with Mich.
-Dream 1 Had a dream that I had a big brother. There was some chick there that he "respected" but wasn't dating or anything like that. I think some chick got shot in the head or I got shot in the head. --Notes Going to get back in to the swing of things dream wise. I like the goals I have made for myself, this year.
I woke up in bed and noticed I had fallen asleep smoking a cigarette. I took a few small puffs on it as I sat up and then stood up. I thought to do a reality check t see if I'd false awakened. I pushed my finger into my Palm and it didn't go through. I then looked at my fingers. There were only 4 and they were perfectly spread ap add to like a cartoon hand would be. I got a very sudden feeling of lucidity as I realized I'm dreaming. The dream was very unstable and I was barely able to maintain any ideas. I thought what should I do? So I decided to take on the persona of Bad Ass McCoy from my old LD DJ entries. I began to feel the dream slip so I rubbed my hands together to stabilize it and that's all I remember. Dream fragment of walking with my grandpa to the top of the drive way and was greeted by a neighbor Ms. Davis. We spoke briefly but my grandpa kept walking across the street and there was a big hill. I stood behind him to make sure he didn't fall as he has Parkinsons. Suddenly we were in a loading bay of sorts and I looked away for a second then looked back and he was knelt down and falling over, I ran over and started to help him up but he fell backwards onto me and I acted stuck and it was hard to breath for a few seconds. I finally got enough momentum to roll him forward and pull him up. I stood him up and he had no walker. I got mad that he was doing all these unsafe things and imagined myself saying fuck and flipping off the world around me out of frustration. He then started walking up this long concrete gradient ramp that seemed to go around a big baseball field or something. I was making eyes with this cute girl who seemed interested. Slightly remembering it's a dream I stood up and walked by her lightly brushing my hand on her as I past. I followed my grandpa up the ramp I jumped up and grabbed onto the fence but it was a really high jump and I nearly grabbed the top of the fence. I climbed down and the dream changed to a store front. I wasn't lucid at all and was walking around seeming to be looking for girls. I past a few cute ones and eventually found a few girls who knew me and they had a friend and all seemed interested in getting down with me. Behind a few things in the store I exposed myself to them and we were all carefully looking for security. We decided to continue this somewhere else but I woke.
Morning of June 3, 2015. Wednesday. In my dream, I am going into the (completely unfamiliar) bathroom. I feel very dirty and shakily moan dramatically and wearily, almost like performing a very brief guttural song (almost as a trance in soliloquy), about being in “The Zone” as if “The Zone” meant that I was like a drug-using homeless person or 1960s hippie, being completely undesirable and problematic in apparently the worst way a person can be and as dirty as a living thing can physically be, just on the edge of being disease incarnate. It is frustrating as such and I remove everything I am wearing as quickly as possible with only minor difficulties in getting my pants legs off from around my heels before I throw my pants, shirt, and socks aside with utter disgust. The bathroom is very large (about eight times the size of our real one). To my left (where I am near the toilet) is a small bathtub I think about washing down in as soon as possible. However, the bathtub is ludicrously small to where I could probably only sit in it with my knees up against my chin. Still, I look to the far right of the room (near the entrance) and “remember” that we have at least three or four spare bathtubs in a pile near the corner. However, I am annoyed at the idea of having to install a different one - and besides, they do not look all that much bigger than the other one. I certainly do not want to stay as I am but am not sure what to do yet do not feel like messing around with wrenches and pipes. I wake up after this and immediately have a hot shower, directly followed by a cold one (I have a few showers a day year-round, “extra” ones being very short, often just to cool off in this near-unlivable climate).
A and i are going to see "avengers in rio" in this tropical resort vacation town. we are sitting in a wooden booth with these good looking young kids in their early 20s. this thin red headed guy with a blue shirt keeps putting his hand on my leg and i keep moving it off casually. there is a pretty red headed girl sitting next to him and i am pretty sure it's his sister. On the screen, there is the red hulk and he's singing in spanish while fighting robots with the rest of the team. In some shots Hulk just looks like a skinny guy painted red wearing those fake hulk gloves. the battle is over and I there is a very long interlude with salsa music as a camera flies over a beautiful valley with some traffic. after a few minutes i look over at the kids and say "this transition is quite long, right?" the red headed guy looks at me disgusted and says "who cares, it's like our 10th time seeing this" I say, it's my first time. the guy and the girl switch places. She starts touching me like he was and i start to wonder what is going on. I get up and start walking through the resort town and realize that she must have thought i was someone else. I begin to realize that i am dreaming and take a dream breath. I can breathe through my plugged fingers and do it again. I want to go back to see them but decide to look at my hands first. I see sharp ridges and deep canyons where my fingerprints are and keep walking while i stabilize. I look up and i'm at the farmer's market airplane hangar. It's a big open space and i decide to go figure skating. it's a dirt covered concrete floor as usual but I am skating around the room and trying to do spin jumps. they aren't going perfectly well but i am catching some major air and landing them. I can tell that i don't quite understand the physics of which way i'm supposed to actually turn my body. I do one jump and go 30 feet in the air spinning and spinning. It is pretty exhilarating. I ggo back to the booth and the kids are leaving for a pool party. There's a natural spring at the top of a hill with some large live oak trees. I am climbing wooden steps when a pretty lady smiles at me coming down the steps in the other direction. We start kissing and i feel like i shouldn't be doing this and wake up into my body. i try to deild but i'm lost in the void and eventually wake up so i can remember the dream and journal it. …
I think that I'm going to dance lessons but it ends up being bowling lessons. I'm in the bowling alley and the instructor is teaching a bunch of little kids/tweens. For some reason I think that I'm 15 or 17. He shows them some cool tricks like tossing the bowling ball and it lands a level down, bounces, and puts itself away in the bowling rack. He is passing out lessons and asks me if I've done the last one. I point out that I missed the first two classes and this is my first time. It's later and I'm in a parking lot with a Subway. I order something and begin to eat it. It's like a garlic bread cheese sandwich. I realize part way through that there is cheese and that's why it's difficult to eat. I try to tear away the pieces without cheese and can feel the roof of my mouth becoming raw from the toast texture. I toss it out. I go back out into the lot and am walking up a really steep hill. I run into Cid and someone else who are taking up a lot of the street. She tries to get me to come along, but I tell her I'm going to lessons. I'm getting pretty tired and hot (I recall seeing the sweat glistening on my left arm) and end up stripping in a way. I'm walking around with my bra undone and my shirt pulled up over my chest, but not actually taking it off. I get to the bowling alley and try to change back. I'm wearing a front clasp bra and part of the clasp is broken so it won't hold. I'm messing with my longish shorts and realize a pair of dirty underwear is hanging outside of each leg and also some dress shirt sleeves are also hanging out. I'm quite frustrated and a cute, short haired blond girl seems interested in helping me. I suddenly realize that all of this inability to do what I'm trying to do is because this is a dream! I don't think I even RC. I look at the blonde and tell her “I'm dreaming!” I consider getting some sexy time in with her and start to move as if do engage, but then decide that it's a distraction and I should do other things in the dream. Not all of the dream is easy to remember. I know that several times I am rubbing my hands together and either thinking or saying “this is a dream.” I end up leaving and go into a building where maybe it's a nice corporate glassed cafeteria? It makes me think of what Google headquarters would be, really clean and sparse. I encounter a guy, but don't remember what it's like. I get up to a board room area where people are holding a meeting. I sit at a chair. During my wake back to bed I reminded myself I wanted to help other people. I'm still focusing on “this is a dream” in my mind. I end up doing a reality check at the table. People's names are on plaques and when I look at them and look away they change. Something like “dwight” changes into just “ight.” There are maybe 10-12 people at the table all dressed in business clothes. I say “excuse me” and something along the lines of “can I help anyone?” The lights are dimmed and the people are turned to me. A Chinese woman (similar to the ones that visited last week) says yes, and she puts on a video on the tv screen. She wants me to watch it. I can tell that if I watch for too long I will be sucked into it so I interrupt the video by turning to her and saying “thank you for showing me that.” Someone else also wants my help, but I can't remember what that was. I was aware that this dream was getting long and in addition to “I'm dreaming” and hand rubbing I was also reminding myself to remember the dream itself. After the board room I'm more in an apartment/home environment with Threecat. I'm excited to see him and tell him I'm dreaming! He looks a little disbelieving and I go on to say “you've actually woken up for work already, your real self isn't sleeping. You're dream Threecat.” He continues to act like he's awake. I think I ask him also how I can help him. He's thirsty and wants his glass water bottle filled up so I go to the sink and fill it and return it to him. I can't remember what else we talked about, but we talked more. At some point he's pushing on me and I feel agitation well up and I'm worried that the dream will dissolve. I think that maybe it's him in real life or the cat physically disturbing me. I get him to stop, I think I hug him and the dream doesn't dissolve. Shortly after this I wake up. It was so long I couldn't remember all the parts. During my wake back to bed I read The Tibetan Yogas of Dream and Sleep for 20 minutes, practiced MILD, set the intention to help people, and rubbed my hands together in real life to focus on that sensation and remind myself to do that in my dream. My wake back to bed was at 5 hours into sleep.
My parents are divorced, and my dad comes over to pick my sister and I up and spend time together, though not very often. In my dream, we were driving back from his place to my Mom's house. We were driving through a nice wooded area with lots o streams. We usually talk a lot in the car, but today, we were all silent. I coughed to break the silence. My dad spoke up then, "You know, I've done everything in my power to get where I want to be, but I'm not fulfilled. I want to return to the Catholic Church." (My mom was Catholic.) I understood this meant that he wanted to move back in with my mom, sister, and I. I encouraged him to do it, since my dad is a very positive person and my mom is very negative, and a better atmosphere is needed in my house.
At my house, night time. Some guy enters and tells me he's a werewolf and that when I get back to my car (that I left quite far away) I have to run or Im dead (like if it was a game, but a f*cking scary one). He's not here anymore, so I get out running so I can escape, but as I look back at the house, all the windows are opened, so I rush inside to close them all and start panicking bacause now I don't think I have time to run away. I think "omg, I wished this was dream!!" so I look at my hand, but I have 5 fingers.. I feel disappointed. I look at the other hand and still 5 fingers! But deep inside me I know that this must be a dream, so I look at my tattoo (that in RL says "oneironaut") and it says something like "onirenaut". I feel sooooo relieved! I start running because I don't want the werewolf to come and scare the sh*t outta me, because that might ruin my dream. Now I have to think fast, so the first thing I remember is "flying!". I take off the floor like Neo in the Matrix, because that's the only way I tried flying and it works for me. At first I don't get off the floor, but suddenly the air lifts me up and I'm waaay up there now! It's really dark and I can't really see anything (low lucidity clearly), so I only focus on the feeling of flying, instead of what I can see. At this point I must have lost lucidity. Later I was back at the house and the werewolf was chasing me.
Updated 06-03-2015 at 07:25 PM by 87981
I was at my house. Something about "pride and prejudice" and Mr Darcy. Shattered glass on the floor.
Morning of June 3, 2015. Wednesday. Once again my non-lucid dream state effortlessly and totally jumbles up otherwise familiar places into impossible composites and sudden switches. Again, I have to say, whatever mechanism so easily creates temporary extensive amnesia and loss of critical thinking skills and complete dissolution of intelligence is worthy of finding as much about as possible, especially because I know there is always something else “behind the curtain” which may not be viably associated or discovered until many years later (such as the fact my extraordinarily beautiful partner in life was always “with me” long before I met her of which we both still have endless proof in considerable and layered detail). In this dream, I am first at my (deceased in real life) sister’s house on Loomis Street in Wisconsin. I am in the laundry room near the back door and notice several rubbish bins near the alley. My brother-in-law appears, though he is ready to leave to go somewhere in his car, possibly with my sister, though I do not see her or focus on her to any extent. They may be going out to gamble, shop, or (seemingly more likely) visit relatives concerning an upcoming funeral. There is a point at which I become aware of how unbearably hot it is; that the human race will probably only exist for another year due to the heat, but for some reason, it does not become a major in-dream choice of concern. Instead, I focus on a table near the entrance to the shed. On the table, which is somewhat like a cart with a shallow well as the top, are several large old books (of mostly red and blue featureless cloth covers) as well as at least two large photograph albums which are similar to H. E. Harris Statesman stamp albums in outer appearance. I get the impression that these books will all be thrown out although I am not sure why. I contemplate taking at least the albums though for no particular reason other than it surprises me that someone would get rid of so many photographs representing several generations of family. I seem to have an in-dream false memory of this man (who I never actually see). My dream’s back story does not seem to fully imply that he is residing in the shed, though I do not question why someone would have their belongings gathered and ready to discard in someone else’s backyard. From this point things go a bit “off” regarding typical confusion of locations and features. I notice that my sister’s neighbor (Thomas N) immediately to the south has his gate open (though in real life the fence had no gate or access into the neighbor’s yard). This fictional gate is just off the northwest corner of his house (in back). Now, to add to the confusion, instead of Wisconsin, I am now in Florida, though it is “still” the same place, though actually now the front yard in Cubitis. Even more confusing, in Cubitis, there was never a fence between our house and the neighbor’s house in reality. It was all open and expansive and neither my family or the neighbors ever even defined any boundaries as such (in fact, in reality, our water pump was seemingly in our neighbor’s front yard or at least on the undefined perimeter). However, my clueless dream-self has a bit of concern over how the “gate was left open”, implying that the father of the girl next door had gone out and left it open - which somehow seems to connect to the earlier ambiguous scene about the books near the shed in Wisconsin. It seems important that I inform my mother that the gate was left open. Over the (fictional) wooden fence, in the front yard near the highway (the old Highway Seventeen), I see a funeral carriage facing outward from their yard and to the west. I can see all the colorful flowers (a few arrangements in black vases which of course would just fall over when the carriage began to move) mostly arranged on the top of the funeral carriage, but I do not see a horse or the coachman at this particular point. I get the impressions that the family, or perhaps the funeral director, had forgotten about it, abandoned it for some reason, or left it behind upon the family moving to another location and “cancelling” the ongoing funeral due to the preference of a more organized move regarding the general order of their possessions (or the order in which they empty their house to move to their new home). There is no sense of eeriness; just a slight focus on why it was apparently left there for now. I go to my mother (I seem about fifteen years old) who is seated near the windows in the living room that face the backyard, and report to her that not only had the gate (into our front yard) been left open but that the neighbors had moved and now the house was empty (which does not make that much sense as I still think about the girl’s father wandering around in an unknown area - which somehow gives me concern). I do not mention the funeral carriage at any point. Now we are in the backyard and I tell her again how the house is now empty. (Apparently, the wooden fence is now instantly gone). She seems confused about my belief and says that they had not moved and that the house is still obviously being lived in and points out details to back up that supposed fact. In fact, I can see details of the living room through a rear window (which does not exist in reality), including a television that is facing me through the window as well as an armchair and a table. Still, I argue with her and insist no one is living there (probably denial of elements of the past and the hopeless “idiot” I was at the time in real life). From here, my dream takes another strange turn. The Cubitis home is now occupied by my family (wife and children) as we are now. There is also a (fictional of course) stream running through the property, probably under or through the house and flowing east to west through the middle of our yard. My wife and youngest son are in the front yard near this stream on the north side of it in about the center of the yard. An extraordinarily beautiful dark-haired girl (with a vivid goddess-like presence) shows up and seems to “tower” over me at one point. What I do not realize is that it is a much younger version of my wife though her hair is as my wife’s hair is now. I had always thought my wife Zsuzsanna Gabrielle was the most beautiful female I had ever seen yet here is this “new” girl causing me confusion (even though again, it actually is my wife, although at one point there seems to be a muddled set of female characters for a short time - the neighbor girl lying on her side in the back of a station wagon as she appeared in the early 1970s, a teenage version of my wife in addition to the twenty-old version, the present version of my wife, and a woman that vaguely reminds me of the old recovering-alcoholic secretary from my first factory job though who I was not attracted to in any way - which is probably an absentminded pointless play on the Paul Anka song “Diana”). I decide to throw myself into the stream (which is only about four inches deep) to see which version of my wife decides to notice or “save me from drowning”, though the dream becomes too abstract beyond that - though I still get the impression the two came to where I was lying in the stream at about the same time (that is, the present version and the twenty-year-old version, though their hair appearance is switched).
Updated 04-24-2017 at 08:21 AM by 1390
1. [dream] I was playing Super Mario Sunshine and trying to get one Shine but couldn't find it. I saw some coins far away. I tried to get there but was stopped by the level's border. I thoght "They look real I SHOULD be able to collect them!" I got as close as I could and saw that the coins are pixelized. There were real ones not far away. I collected them and got a Shine for 100 coins. I've got it under some upside-down stairs. [/dream] 2. [dream] Everything looked like IRL but I was maintaining a reactor and a turbine looking exactly like in Big Reactors Minecraft mod. I went to some shop for a while and when I came back, the turbine was running at about 1600 RPM using only 100 mB/t of steam. I tried rebooting the devices but nothing changed. [/dream] Gaming dreams continue... But I often play games so it would be uncomfortable to do RCs every time I notice I'm playing...
It was during biology lesson. The classroom was unusually clean, there was a huge table in the middle of it. It was decorated, and there were many dishes to choose from. The teacher - blonde female in her forties, wearing blue jacket and black jeans trousers and wearing glasses; called everyone inside. I entered the room, and after a while other classmates appeared. Teacher said something of importance to me, but I can't recall what it was. We sat down and talked, after a while I've got a strange feeling that I should go and something, yet I can't recall what. Suddenly everything became dark. I looked through the window, and saw that there was a solar eclipse. I went away from the classroom, to a dark corridor. I slowly moved forward, until I met a dead end. I looked for a secret exit, and found hidden panel. Taking it away I've found a lever, and pulled it. Everything became brighter. I went back to the classroom, and looking through the window I saw that the eclipse was over.
I have just enter father room. I proceeded to sit down on the bed and realize that bread crumbs were scatter on top of the blanket. I don't remember doing this, there near by was the unfinished corn bread on the bed. I didn't think any more of this and decided to turn on the television. The TV volume was very loud, I tried to lower the volume but this wasn't working. I found loud noises to be unpleasant and began feeling a strong headache. I tried turning on the lights but that was also not working. I soon began feeling myself panic so I abandon the room to gather my thoughts in the living room. The lights weren't working, must be a reason. I decided to an RC and notice that my left hand middle finger was side ways and had slightly grown more than it should from the other fingers. I gain some lucidity but it some how disappeared as quickly as it came. Feeling confuse, I thought getting water would be a good idea to remain calm. I went upstairs to my brother and mother to collect some water but they both told me that they had no more. I could see beside my brother was a few spare bottles in a crate and ask him if I could have some. He told me he didn't want to share, I then close the door and thought this wasn't good. I then told myself to be calm and try to solve the problem. I enter back inside my father room. The volume was still very loud, I quickly attempted to lower it which it work this time. I sat back down on the bed and started listening to song a I never heard or had any playlist before. It wasn't bad at all, however my enjoyment didn't last long. The song and TV both cut off. I began feeling paranoid again, I tried again but it seems the TV refuse to come on. Technology really doesn't like commands I guess. Not long after it came on by itself and feature 1 man sleeping by the front door of an apartment. He was then awoken by two other men that seemed like his friends. I started having a difficult time thinking and my eyes were becoming blurry. The two friends had taken his glasses and started playing with them. The man who had just woken wanted them back, somehow one of them toss it out of the screen to where I was able to take them. I place them on and I could see much better. But soon my vision with in the lenses started creating mirror effect of seeing the same thing over again. Causing more confusion I threw the glasses on the ground. My vision constantly started transitioning from blurry to decent. I check my fingers and realize I am dreaming. Though I couldn't get off from the bed. The man who had loss his glasses told his two friends they better not lick on it. I wake up shortly after. Lucidity Time: 8 seconds
Updated 06-03-2015 at 05:57 AM by 67903
I am exempt from all my finals so I don't have to go to school for the rest of the year. In my dream however, apparently I was at school when I shouldn't have been there. I was in English class for some reason. I wondered did I accidentally go to school, but I didn't remember how I got there (because I never actually WENT there). I ended up shrugging it off and stating I'll just have to remind my mom I don't have school for the rest of the year.
My mind often forgets what my gender is when I am within the realm of a dream. Sometimes I'm a boy and sometimes I'm a girl, I have even switched genders part way through. In this one dream, I was a young boy living with his brother in a suburban home. Our parents had passed away a few months back and we were still trying to hide this information from authorities. We continued on wishing to live on our own without a foster parent because we knew that would mean moving to a different home and possibly a different school. The bills for the house kept coming and we could only tell the telephone that our parents were in the showers so many times before suspicion arose. When it was found out that we were living on our own an estranged grandfather was given charge of us and the property. It was not like we had feared but in another way, this was much worse. There was a reason we had never been brought to meet this man. He was a child abuser. As soon as he arrived he made plans to do some landscaping, all the labor was done by brother and I. He didn't like the speed I was working so he pushed me down into the hole I had dug and pushed his brown plad covered pelvis into my face, all the while mocking me and calling me a faggot. The last thing I remember before I wake is my back against the muddy wall and my pedophile grandfather leering over me, smiling a bit as he unzipped his trousers. Sometimes I wonder if some dreams are portals into alternate realities.
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