Morning of November 12, 2016. Saturday. I find myself in what seems to be our old apartment on Gellibrand Street in Clayfield, yet which also has the feeling of the northeast bedroom of the Loomis Street house (yet another new composite I have never experienced before). The Loomis Street living room is mixed into the Gellibrand Street hall. However, even though it looks more like the Gellibrand Street apartment I feel younger and as if it is mainly the small Loomis Street bedroom. At one point, I hear an unknown male talking outside my door. Eventually, it seems he is mocking me, yet somehow without being directly sarcastic in his vocal tone. I am annoyed and go out to the front yard but do not yet see him. I notice that instead of the front steps there is a round boulder to have to walk up onto, which is difficult. The unknown male is now standing at the open hall entrance. He reminds me vaguely of Don K (who I had not seen since around 1982) and seems about twenty-five years old. He makes a couple comments about my difficulty in walking up and over the bolder and I feel a bit annoyed as my legs do not seem to work correctly. He mocks me with a few more comments, a couple relating to phrases my mother used to use (such as “my old bones” and “this nutty old world”). I agree with a couple comments he makes relating to my apparently lame legs. Still, I become more annoyed by his presence. He makes comments about details in my dream journals that I had written way back when I was only eight or nine years old (the original phrasing and writing style). I am surprised he knows all this. I get the impression he had somehow been reading my dream journals way back to 1966. I wonder if he stole any of them or any of the pages. Eventually, I punch him out. He ends up lying on his side in an unknown area, as the setting now transforms into an unfamiliar location. When he moves, I decide to chop him up so that he cannot be an annoyance anymore. Another male appears (likely the emergent consciousness personification as it seems more passive and “closer” than a personified basic conscious self identity) and we seem to be working in a mission together. There is an advanced computer that speaks as I am trying to work out where to send the body parts. I give the computer vocal instructions and it answers me in a loud clear voice. I give it various longitude and latitude directions though at first, what I say is distorted and meaningless. The computer keeps correcting what I say so I can repeat certain details. “Thirty-six degrees latitude north,” I eventually say. “One hundred fifteen degrees latitude west…” “You mean longitude,” says the computer loudly. I agree with all the corrections the computer makes, but I have no idea where I am sending the body parts as it feels I am just saying random values. I get the impression that a team will come in, take them away, and place them wherever. “The Deuce-Berry Hoover Dam,” announces the computer. I am somewhat surprised and am not certain it is a good idea to put the remains there (as I consider the remains sitting atop the wall near a spillway, right out in the open), but I do not say anything. The other male looks on passively as I visualize the espionage team getting ready. A dam is a potential waking prompt as water symbolizes sleep and a dam stops water from flowing; deuce is sometimes a term for the preconscious (secondary to a more defined emergent consciousness in the final scene of a dream), berry being a play on “bury” and “Hoover” also being associated with vacuum cleaners (both a mortality symbol and dreaming conduit and waking transition symbol that has been recurring more over the last ten years); the talking computer is the personified whole conscious self (not that common a feature as here) due to only the whole conscious self having viable thinking skills.
12.11.2016 (MILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I woke up at 4:00am with no dream recall. I stayed in bed for a bit and then went to the washroom. I was extremely drowsy. I saw on my bed and just browsed through FB and Instagram for half an hour. I went back to bed, lied on my back, and tried MILD as well as pay attention to HI's to WILD. A dream formed but I didn't retain consciousness. I woke up briefly and drifted back to sleep. I was playing Runscape. Someone had stolen all my gold. I was angry they had increased some of my armor stats and could no longer wear it. I shut it down and Santi was with me. He was bigger, and it was obvious he needed to pee. I took him to the washroom, and tried to hold him up so he could aim at the toilet. He peed everywhere. I realized this was a dream, he was not in Canada anymore. I had a FA, I stood up and plugged my nose. I rubbed my hands, and phased through the door. I had a weid feeling in my neck. I realized I was feeling my pillow against my body. I had to stabilize again. As I walked downstairs, I realized I was not in my house, it was similar in some aspects, but overall different. I knew right away I wanted to see Tonka. It's been two days since we had to put him down and I miss a lot, I've spent about half of my wake time crying. I looked into the hallway that would have been my real home's hallway, where he spent most of the last few months of life lying, and he was there with my other dog Fiona. He lifted his huge head up and wagged his tail at me. I lied down next to them, pet him, and kissed him. He felt real. I told him I missed him. I stood up and went to the door. I told him to follow me; Fiona did, but he wanted to stay home. I went outside, it was daytime, seemed like early morning. I was in a wooded area. I wanted to fly somewhere, but the dream started fading. I rubbed my hands and started spinning around. After a minute, I found myself in a room with a hot girl. We fooled around for a bit and then had another FA, drifted into a non-LD. I told my father about seeing Tonka in a dream, and told him it was a lucid dream. He seemed interested in the topic, even though he has just dismissed it in the past when I bring it up. I'm assuming he hadn't thought of using it for seeing loved ones we've lost. I need to be more aware of FAs, especially during DILDs, as it's been common for me lately to simply lose lucidities to FAs (and obvious ones at that). It was nice having this short LD though, because I feel I was in a bit of a dry spell, mostly due to stress with school and with Tonka's worsening this past week. I hope to see him again in my dreams soon.
Sand mine and transformers It was a warm summer day, I took my car and drove to some hills between forest and a city. My parents and younger sister were already there, they drove there by bikes. I left car and went to them, they were talking about a mine of sand that we purchased and some drainage setup they wanted to implement. For some reason I wanted to drive to a city. I got back into my car and drove closer to railroad crossing, but I couldn't cl cross it. Workers were doing something there, there was also a transformer robot towering above the railroad, it was digging with an enormous shovel. Brushing teeth It was a spring morning, I went to bathroom. It looked like it was pre renovation. I hastily took a toothbrush and started brushing my teeth, but then I realized that it wasn't my toothbrush. It belonged to my older sister. I washed it under running water and took mine toothbrush from a drawer.
1. I am looking at Trump or he is supposed to be Trump but really doesn't look exactly like him to me but he is right in front of my face...way too close and he has fish hooks with the lines coming out of his mouth and his mouth is trickling little drips of blood but he doesn't seem bothered by it and he continues to talk anyway only I couldn't understand him. Inside I always chuckle with these because it must mean something but I am watching it knowing I am dreaming and still trying to analyze what it means. 2. I had a horrible sleep last night but toward the morning I had the best dream. Just to give you a little insight as to why the dream probably occurred. Yesterday when I was running it felt so great, then between mile 3-6 it was as if I didn't have feet anymore and I was just floating, almost like a dream. I wasn't tired I was admiring nature and noticed the gray doves that always seemed to be in pairs. They were so cute. It just made me feel happy. Then in my dream last night I started the dream where I was flying and there was a canyon and at the bottom a river wayyyyy wayyy down. I was flying along the canyon admiring it and noticed a beautiful white dove flying next to me, I noticed it didn't have it's partner so I changed into a dove and flew with it. He was to my right and just beside me maybe a tad in front, but we landed in trees that were leaning over the edge, the sun was coming up and the sky became this beautiful fireball orange and red, very brilliant colors. I could hear all of the birds chirping loudly. I continued to playfully fly with this white dove landing occasionally on the tree and snuggling up to this dove by rubbing our necks together. It was beautiful. Then the sun really came up in my room and the light woke me up.
+ I realize I have my finger stuck in Obama's ear and I pull it out with a "pop!" sound. I look at him he's sitting across a cafeteria table from me with other people), he gets up and is really annoyed, I expect some bad consequences from this. + I'm in a play and I don't know any of my lines. Panic. Try to learn them fast? It's hopeless. Play begins, still don't know them. Holding the script in my hands and almost go on stage with it, can't do that. I'm following the script and lose my place, panic again, listening and trying to find the location. Find one of my lines and try to memorize it and the cue. Leading man on stage (actually walking in the audience) gives cue but it's not quite right. I enter the aisles from the back of the theater and deliver my short line. Leading man makes some snarky comment on it? The play finishes, and I'm on an upper balcony looking down. A group of teen girls is leaving, unimpressed by our production, and one of them says "now I really appreciate our [theater] group after watching THEM!" + employer threatens employees with not hiring them back if then don't sign and turn in the turns. I scramble to sign mine and get it turned in, I'm not the first to make it in. + swimming in a pool a young kid wants to take along I don't want to take (her?) along with me but decide "OK" and push her in front of me as I swim, she complains about how I'm doing it (I dunk her briefly?) + on a bus (yellow school bus? curved sides) looking for a seat, most are taken, I see a free spot in the very back corner and head there, then I see some of the main characters from "Orange is the new black" show in orange jumpsuits on seats to my left, I realize I know them so I come back and take a seat near them. One of them (blonde main char?) says something about the neighborhood we're driving through, about how the teen boys here like to date 4-year-olds.
My recall is still bad, I think it means I should use mantras before going to sleep again. I dreamed about something to do with calculating a complicated expression.
House with lots of young people. Some are sleeping, some are talking... I go to the bathroom. The shower is on, room full of water. I turn it off. Something is moving next to the sink. I look - it's a cute little hamster with a crippled front leg. A boy appears, he's brushing his teeth. I ask if it's his hamster. He nods. I want to pet it. The hamster comes closer, but it starts changing - now it's a hamster/insect with a sucker instead of a mouth and no eyes. I quickly change my mind about petting it. Then it morphs again. It morphs into two lizards connected with one tail. Their heads have the shapes of large coins, or tokens. One has a sort of animal like face, the other has a weird smiley face. They also have strange antlers that look a bit like ... fractal corals or something. Very organic. I look at the boy. He explains that it is in fact just one lizard with two heads and two bodies to confuse predators. Of course I fail to see that this entire situation makes no sense and I'm not lucid one bit
Updated 11-12-2016 at 09:56 AM by 92002
Its night I am in the bed room searching for something when I hear some noise. I run to the entry of my room and I stop immediately and get scare and jump because there is a cat(white with dark marks) in front of the entry and the cat get scare too(his fur become big). I realize it’s just a dream but I have some doubt but my flash light(which was in my hand) is square and the light is going in a weird direction so this is the proof that it’s a dream. I run to another room, then I get out and run to the stairs but I see that the stairs and the scene around them are fading, so I decide to run back to the room, I want to get out of the house so I decide to run and jump in the wall to go through it but instead I bump into it. I run back in the corridor and run back to the room and see that the light is turn on. I run out in the corridor and see more change in the dream(there was a glove and some T-shirt which were not here before). I run back to the room and watch by the window and I say to myself: "the houses in the dream are big whereas in real life those houses look smaller". I run back in the corridor and say to myself what can I do. The dream became light and I woke up after.
Updated 11-12-2016 at 05:22 AM by 80487
I am on my bed and I can only move my arms. I remember back in 2012 in an article that you need to move or roll out the bed when you’re in that situation otherwise you can lose lucid. So I start moving my arms and rubbing them on my T-shirt to avoid getting back to sleep. After my hand can not move but I can still move my finger and after it’s the blackout.
Updated 11-12-2016 at 05:27 AM by 80487
I was on the roof of a skyscraper. I think I was trying to walk on top of a kind of crane hanging off the building? Suddenly the crane collapsed. I tried to hang on, but the whole thing came down. I fell down the building, but waaaay faster than terminal velocity. It felt like a thousand kilometres per hour. Then I smacked into the ground. I could feel my legbones reaching past my ears, which was definitely not good. Oddly, the "anti-gravity cushion" that normally prevents me from falling to my death in other dreams, failed me!
Very naught dream, starring a very attractive woman I've never seen before. I think she was a long-haired brunette? Started with simply making out, then hardcore XXX.
I was in a dirty room that was partially flooded. Water reached to my knees, or higher. Three bad guys were hidden in cover, and had me pinned down with constant shotgun fire. I crawled around them, staying low in the water, and flanked them. One of them saw me, but it was too late for them. I killed all tree of them. I grabbed one of their shotguns and now wielded one in each hand (I had a shotgun of my own, but a different model). I found myself at the "headquarters" of the "agency". I don't know, it felt like the CIA headquarters or something, but not the CIA. It had a very "corporate" feel to it. Hard to explain. And there were no windows, and the area was quite dim as a result. My partner (or just a coworker?) was next to me. He was quite a bit older than me. He ran off because he had to do something (use some kind of device on a wall somewhere?). I think we decided to race each other there. I ran so fast, down the stairs (trying to take several steps at once), I think I almost started floating. A typical gravitational anomaly common in my dreams.
I was with someone else, standing on some train tracks in an industrial area. I worked there, as did the other person. On the platform next to the tracks stood two men. I thought they were guys coming from load/unload product (which is what I used to do years ago, load/unload train wagons and ships with liquid product). But for some reason, I knew they were bad news. I tried to slip away, and fled down the tracks. My friend stayed where he was. They weren't after him, perhaps. The two guys noticed me and chased me down. They were unnaturally fast. One of them simply ran past me, and blocked my escape. The other stayed behind me. I realized escape wasn't possible, so I ended up fighting. The fight went a lot easier than expected. They were quite weak, and I beat them relatively easily. I think I killed them by slashing them with a knife. By the way, I think they were Nazi's. The dream continued in an indoor area. A large room, perhaps a warehouse. I think I witnessed (as a camera, not a character) two of my former high school friends (we are not on speaking terms anymore) being butchered by someone (Nazi's?). One was cut up with a knife, the other killed in an adjacent room (he was in a chair, I think). From that point onward, I set out to fix this. I was suddenly back in a control room (like the ones I used to work in during that last job). A coworker whom I really f*cking hated in real life (mostly because he hated me, too) passed me a job, and/or made a remark. Surprisingly, I managed to laugh off the remark and keep civil, something I never managed before. I felt I was "undercover", and this was somehow vital to saving my ex-friends. In the end I found my 'friends' again, albeit dead. I had to "piece together" one friend bit by bit. His hand, still in a black leather glove, had been cut off. I put him back together, then injected him with a syringe containing a strange liquid. It healed and resurrected him. I thought about doing the other one as well, but he was suddenly alive again without my intervention. I met them later on, and they were very grateful. One called me a hero. I hate that term, it feels pretentious. Then again, I'm an egomaniac with delusions of modesty.
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