Black: non-dream Blue: non-lucid Red: lucid -I remember mountains in my first dream -The second dream had like 4 stages of something... I can barely remember more than that. Some fat guy walks past me in a room that I was sitting down in. Had massive trouble recalling these dreams, I managed to recall that last one 5 times because I kept forgetting it. It was honestly pretty brutal trying to recall my dreams for some reason. Had tried out a new 'technique' which didn't work, I don't think it's the kind of technique I'm compatible with. It was something along the lines of falling asleep while thinking about something new you wanted to do in a lucid dream, something that really excited you. One try isn't enough to fairly decide but I just can't see this as something that would work for m
Dream 1 I was with a girl in a really dark place. I was trying to type in the password to her computer, and I figured it out. Also there was a mansion somewhere, with a huge atrium. That's all I remember. Dream 2 I was in college high school, where it was sort of like high school in that everything was in one building, but it was also like college in that everyone could choose to go to class at different times or not at all. I remember one of the people I went to high school with (he was also possibly a nazi, but he didn't really do much as one). After one of our classes together, he invited me to go smoke weed with him and his buddies. I said yeah. He gave me his number and said he would give me more details about it later. I then started walking to a town farther than my weed-buddy's condo (i think it was one). It was downtown of a town, and there were lots of stores and crap there. There was also a big tower that looked like the one in Seattle. Eventually, my weed-buddy texted me back to be there at five. I realized I had a class at that time and said I'd be there anyway. I remember it almost being five and walking back to his condo. I went in and found him in the lobby or something. There were a few girls with him (one of them from my college hall irl, I'll call her V). We all went up to our friend's place after talking a bit and started smoking weed and drinking a bit of alcohol (possibly). Later on, we all started talking about having sex (in an orgy). Soon, we did have an orgy, but I never took my pants off. I then started 69ing V, with my pants still not off.... Later, after the sex, we went to a party in a lounge, and I told someone I never had a girl touch me. Then a girl with glasses and a blonde ponytail said she would give me a handjob, and she did. It felt good. Later at this party, there were a shit ton of people. Everyone got drunk and we all started playing that game where the floor is hot lava, and we were jumping on couches and what-not. After the party was over the next morning, I needed to find my school stuff, and I asked a guy where it was. He responded with hostile remarks and said that "I wasn't good at 'floor-lava.'" I then became semi-lucid for a few seconds and said "die." I threw a couch at him, and he flew away from being hit by a couch. I was sucked back into the dream, forgetting it was a dream, and was transported to the principle's office. I was telling him about the incident. The end.
A bedroom I wake lying on my side, which is uncommon. I am greeted by three zombies scratching toward me. Ugh, not this. With a gesture I push them away. The room is lit by one long window opposite me, so the zombies are only in silhouette. They obey my command, turn and walk at an orderly pace toward the window. There is a shelf below the window and the zombies climb on it and sit, like a row dolls. Further away, I command. They crawl out the window and out of sight. There's not much else to tell about the room. The window is covered by a sheer white curtain that lets in filtered light. I compel the sun to rise outside and the window gets brighter but it doesn't improve the ambient lighting in the room much. How about some better company? A woman appears on that same shelf in front of the window, again in silhouette. I notice her long legs most prominently. She begins to walk toward me, but she looks like just a shadow. A bit uncertain, The Dreaming shudders. My lucidity slips and time skips. Another bedroom Now I am in a different bedroom, but still lying on my side. The light is a bit better here. I make out some furniture. It seems like a child's bedroom. The window has moved to the wall at my feet and there is a door to at the head behind me. Through the door I hear my mother and sister. I groan. I should have stuck with the zombies. I roll out of bed and through the door, which opens to a dining area and kitchen. A kitchen There are my mother and sister. My sister is panicking and arguing, as she always does. My mother is making excuses and casting blame, as she always does. I have trod this corner of my psyche much too often. And while I don't like it, I've learned not to fight it. My sister is my Self-Righteousness. My mother is my Cowardice. It does nothing to fight them, as it only fuels their insidiousness. Instead I have learned to counter them by cultivating their opposite positive forces: Empathy and Courage. But I am no saint, so often the best I can muster is Apathy. Their bickering is briefly interrupted by a woman who seems to be the owner of this home. We are guests visiting from out of town. The woman is middle-aged and has two kids. She explains that it is time for their family to go, but we three should stay and look after the house. They will be gone a few days. I intuit that the reason we are visiting is so that we will all attend a big party, like a reunion. The woman and her kids leave. Mother and sister resume bickering. Time skips ahead another day. My sister brings in the mail, which includes some thank you cards with photos from an event. "Look at the times on the photos!" My sister gripes. "This was yesterday. They went to the event without us!" "No! We didn't know!" The mother retorts. "The WiFi was off and we couldn't see the date." "Maybe they don't like us and they ditched us." I offer, partly with sarcasm, but also an invitation to look inward for the reason. "Or maybe it's our fault that we didn't know to drive separate yesterday." Not wanting to say or hear more, I return to the bedroom and lay down. A bedroom The family returns. There is commotion in the next room, but I don't catch all of it. More about the WiFi is all I hear. My sister enters and hands me my wallet and Social Security card. "We need to get ready to leave," she orders. I put them in my pocket but maybe they get lost in the bed sheets. I find it odd that I would be carrying around my Social Security card. Then the two kids enter. A girl and a boy. This must be their room. The girl looks at me through the headboard, which is a metal frame with narrow vertical bars. "Is this your bed?" The girl asks. Before I can say anything, she teases, "If it is, AT&T must not like you because you've only got three bars!" I look at the bars of the bedframe. Indeed, many of them are broken or gone. I look to my sister and ask "Wasn't this your bed a long time ago?" trying to move the conversation to something light. The bed reminds me of her old daybed and I suppose it to be a hand-me-down we have given to this other family. "Yes" my sister replies and she goes on talking with the kids about who-knows-what. I roll out of the bed, careful to refind my wallet and Social Security card which fits in a little sleeve. I wonder about what the girl said. I get bars but why AT&T? They don't make beds. Beds. Bars. Oh, bars like signal strength bars. I turn to her: "I just got that. Three bars." She gives me a goofy face, as if to say "Duh" and turns back away. What a brat. It was a mildly coherent joke and occasionally dream characters surprise me with their wit so I do try to acknowledge them when they do. I could do without this girl's sass though. Oh well. Nothing to get bothered about. I turn to the boy, who is the younger sibling and sits of the floor playing with a toy. He is quiet. I form no other opinion about him, but can say that "quiet" is a good trait for a child. The dream is fading. My sister gives me a look like "It's time to go." I double check my wallet and Social Security card. I still wonder, Why am I carrying that around? I always qualify that I am not really a Freudian but I think it's interesting to look at it from that point of view. The symbolism of my mother and sister is nothing new, nor is my detached reaction to it. The stuff about Self-Righteousness and Cowardice come from years of introspection, not spontaneous to this dream. The idea of signal strength and WiFi/network failing is a recurring dreamsign. I'm not sure exactly what to attribute it to. Maybe my level of lucidity? Maybe. The SS card is new. I suggest it might symbolize this near-useless baggage about my family and younger life that I don't need to carry around any more. It is part of my past but it is an identity that I no longer relate to and would prefer to leave it behind.
We are all hanging out together my cousins their wives and a few friends. We are in a doctors surgery and Tim is the doctor. They are all hung over badly including the doctor except me and maybe Tim's wife. I am kinda bored of all the jokes about feeling sick when all of a sudden another person rushes out to the toilet to vomit. Everyone laughs. Seeing that there is not much happening I decide to do some spiritual practice quietly. I fold up one of the cushions on the bed feeling its softness and the way it is not folding exactly as I want to make it higher so I can sit well. I feel the feminine support of Tim's wife and I guess the fact that we both think it is ridiculas because we both don't drink. I start practicing and I can here the first chant in my mind. It is so beautiful and my perception changes. They are all my friends again no difference between us no judgement just happiness like it always is with cousins. I start teasing them asking them would they like a pint of cowshit to drink or a cup of grease with black heads in it. They like this and surprisingly nobody gets directly sick as I say it . I could see pint of cow shit filling and the cup of grease as I said them. My sisters used to tease me like this when I was small on time when I was sick !
Epic Beach Dream Came out of small natural room onto beach. Funny looking thing almost floating on top of hip-high flat rock on beach.. I say "That prooves this world was once Heaven!" because that is the last heavenly creature to remain here with us. Then Emoo Emoo Emoo (Emu) pronounced eeem-you A lady emu being amorously chased, down the beach, by another, then another, then .. maby 20 hopeful male emoos running behind a "lady emoo". Then tall sand dunes happened. It was the lady emoo's magic, to lose the unwelcome train of suitors, and settle down with the Lead eemyou. Only he will father her young. ♥ https://youtu.be/5sHSQtGf5TQ ♥ Let me tell you of an interview with an Old Man Emu He's got a beak and feathers and things But the poor old fella ain't got no wings Aren't you jealous of the wedge-tailed eagle - Um-ba-da-lip-ida-da-da While the eagle's flyin' round and round I keep my two feet firmly on the ground Now I can't fly but I'm tellin' you, I can run the pants off a kangaroo Ba-da-doo-doo, da-doo-doo-doo, doo-da-do-do, doo-doo He can't fly but I'm tellin' you, he can run the pants off a kangaroo Well he was the model for the fifty cents - Um-ba-da-lip-ida-da-da The designer should have had more sense - Um-ba-da-lip-ida-da-da If you take a look it'll prove to you (ha-ha-ha-ha), I ran the pants off that kangaroo Ba-da-doo-doo, da-doo-doo-doo, doo-da-do-do, doo-doo Take a look, it'll prove to you, he ran the pants off the kangaroo You can't loop the loop like a cockatoo - Um-ba-da-lip-ida-da-da Swoop and toss like an albatross - Um-ba-da-lip-ida-da-da You silly gallah, I'm better by far, than a white cockatoo or a budgerigar They squeak and squawk and try to talk, why me and them's like cheese and chalk Ba-da-doo-doo, da-doo-doo-doo, doo-da-do-do, doo-doo He can't fly but I'm tellin' you, he can run the pants off a kangaroo Well the last time I saw Old Man Emu - Um-ba-da-lip-ida-da-da He was chasing a female he knew- Um-ba-da-lip-ida-da-da As he shot past I heard him say Hoo-choo-ah-hoo-choo-ah-hoo-choo-ah-hoo-choo She can't fly but I'm tellin' you, she can run the pants off a kangaroo Ba-da-doo-doo, da-doo-doo-doo, do-da-do-do, doo-doo She can't fly but I'm tellin' you, she can run the pants off a kangaroo Well there is a moral to this ditty - Um-ba-da-lip-ida-da-da-acapo (...) THIS IS NOT AN EMU Some time in the dream I was giving an emu bits of bread. Oh, no, I was giving the funny flat wavy animal on the hip-high flat rock the bits of bread--- then "it" turned into an emoo. BUt it rumbled at me ●like an Ancient Casawarry●. ODD? This is a Casawarry rumbling ★ https://youtu.be/nuSVLMHUkvQ ★ Here is AMAZING Youtube of Magestic Ancient dinosaur "Raptor" (Casawarry) on our sacred dream-beach (maybe?) ★ https://youtu.be/201iMF6mhNc ★ Under the Youtube (below) Southern Cassowaries (Casuarius casuarius) at Etty Bay, Queensland, Australia EpochCatcher*6,502 views Published on Apr 14, 2014 The southern cassowary is one of Australia's most endangered animals, and it only lives in the mysterious, prehistoric rainforests of Far North Queensland. Due to habitat loss, road building, and feral animals consuming their eggs, only 1,500 to 2,500 wild cassowaries remain. They are very rare, but in Etty Bay, they are frequently sighted. Because the Etty Bay cassowaries are accustomed to people, they are not nearly as aggressive as other wild cassowaries. Song credit (royalty free):* "Willow and the Light" Kevin MacLeod Listen to the haunting music accompanying the beach Casawarry's ♥ https://youtu.be/01XNqQLLCg4 ♥(3:13) 6,502 views
My husband and I were planning to do a double date with people who in my dream (not in real life) were my mother and a new stepfather but who seemed around our age too. First of all we rented the Kayaks. But we forgot to ask my mother and stepfather whether they were available to go out with us. When we arrived to pick them up, they were just leaving for a date just the two of them, but graciously my stepfather suggested that we go through with our plan despite no notice because we clearly went through so much effort plus being a new stepfather he wanted to get to know me and for me to like him. Then we forgot where we were going but since it was a park that they had recommended, my stepfather remembered. Somehow though my mother wound up tied up and wrapped up and among the luggage. She was furious when we untied her. My stepfather still wanted to salvage the double date but there was no way given how furious she was.
I found myself in my father room seeing the video game called tomb raider playing. I decided to stop watching and get off the bed to see my brother not too far. Before I could ask him anything the room got a bit darker and I could tell someone else wasn't too far from me. I turn around and could see a boy in a dark blue hoodie walking about with no a type of mask. I look to my brother direction and ask him could he see this child as his attention appear to remain focus on me. He replies with a no, this made me question myself. I started saying I must be hallucinating as my body began getting a weird sensation. Suddenly I got push out of my dream body but someone who also appear to be me. My mother looking to be asleep then appear out of thin air and was sitting in a chair at the back of the room. This other me knocks her to the floor before I could regain control of the dream body. My mother irriated had awoken and tells my brother to leave me on the floor as they both walk away. I wake up soon after.
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