non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening I get sucked into a parallel universe, in which civilization seems a bit more advanced technologically speaking - there's quite a number of flying saucers moving around in the sky - but with a very retro feel. I observe fascinated the architecture of the city, the gadgets they have, etc. Everything seems peaceful and clean and civilized, until I learn there's another level of society not so lucky, where people gather in lines to get basic things that are rationed. But somehow they accept their faith, it seems. It's because of a deep belief in genetic differences that determine if you're from the elite or not. Then I find the elite has some strange bloody rituals to honour (or whatever) this blood differentiation. These rituals are supposedly secret, but I am taken to the place where they happen. I soon start wondering how come I was so welcomed in this elite, how even I got here in the first place, and if maybe they are in fact descendants of humans from my universe and therefore they brought me here to sacrifice me, symbolically. I start planning a way to discreetly get away from here, before it's too late.
I was with Kat (my girlfriend). For some reason this was wrong. Not to us, of course but to society, whether it was because of religion which doesn't feel likely or because of who we were in society and I feel like that's what it was. Kat and I were cuddling up on a platform somewhere and Am (my sister) was somewhere around. A girl started spraying us with a hose and I was so mad. We'd told her not to do that. Besides Am this girl was the only other person who knew about us. We didn't trust her but so far she hadn't told anyone. Except now we were irritated and she was tired of us. We made a dash for it, ran past her. We were all separated as we pushed through a crowd of people. This set off some kind of alarm, and the girl must have told the authorities. We were all herded up, the three of us and many many others. We were made to sit in a long row of green tents. They would, one by one, walk someone out. They would be brought to the girl, and if she recognized us we would be dead. We would literally be "put down." I was in the back of the first tent, dressed like Ruby (from the show RWBY). I was by a coat rack and took someone else's green coat, and put it over my easily recognized red and black outfit in a sad attempt to disguise myself. What I didn't expect was to be the first one called. I'm like, "Me? Are you sure?" I accepted fate then. I stepped onto the path. I knew there was no way out of this. I walked so slowly. I knew what I was doing. It just made me so sad. I stopped at one point and turned to look behind me. Kat had come out of hiding, and was standing at the start of the path, watching me. I wanted to wave goodbye to her, but I didn't know how. Then she ran ahead of me, to the house. Then Am came out of hiding as well, and she joined me as I marched to the house. When we got there I peeked through the open door and quietly called Kat's name. Then that girl appeared. She was thin and had naturally curly dark brown hair. And just the way she talked was so annoying. She must not have been any older than me. Amanda actually started talking back. She put her in her place. It was awesome to hear. And during this time Kat came out of the house to stand with me. Unphased, the girl said a few words and walked away. We were still all going to be put down. I don't recognize the girl as anyone I know. And I just found it strange and heartwarming that my sister would die with us.
14/3/16: Fragment: Eating toast Dream 1: I was at my dad's house just surfing the web or something when I got a call from him that my mum had gotten sick with pneumonia or something similar and so I had to pack my stuff up and go over to see her. I then packed my bags and turned everything off in the house to get ready. Dream 2: I was listening to a podcast on something or other and then noticed there was a fire extinguisher in the corridor next to my room. I'm not sure if there was a fire or not, but I went over and started squirting the extinguisher anyway. Dream 3: I was talking to Ulfric in Skyrim about what shout he actually used to kill the king. He told me it was an eagle shout which I hadn't heard of before, and how it was a very secret one only he knew. Dream 4: I was in a shopping centre with my dad and brother. We went up the escalator and saw little hut off to the side with strange people in the area. I asked my dad what that was and he said it was a gypsy house where they were playing games with the customers. I asked if we should go over there but he said there was something suspicious about them and feared they would try to trick us or capture us or something. Dream 5: I was going to school/uni with my brother, heading towards our first class. We were in an outdoors area similar to a fantasy landscape from lord of the rings. We got quite lost until we found these two items, a book and a stone I think. One of them showed the way to the classroom and the other had some magical power, like showing where everybody was or something, can't quite remember. Anyway we made it to the class but then a guard came in checking everybody. Because we had these items we thought he was searching for us so we snuck out and tried to get away before he found us.
Lucid dream from Saturday Night: I did an unintentional WBTB where I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep and finally drifted into dream mode. I sitting at a table with Marie, my best friend from high school. I was already lucid I remembered that I really wanted to do a Task of the Month. I was trying to remember what they were. I knew there was one where I had to ask a DC a question. Why was I having such a hard time remembering--I had recently done this one. But I thought it would be fun to do it again with my friend. Finally I decided that Task was to ask a DC what their favorite thing was to do in a lucid dream. That sounded right. (Obviously it wasn't right, but now in retrospect, it's nice to have done something a little different since I had done the real Task already.) So I said to Marie, "Tell me what you like to do in your lucid dreams?" She suddenly perked up at the mention of lucid dreams, "Ahh, lucid dreaming...that's where I like to fly and do flips in the air." As soon as she began to talk I suddenly remembered that Task about making fire and ice. "That's cool." I quickly said to her. And then said, "You can also do this in lucid dreams." I held out my hands. Unlike my dream where I had done this previously I held each hand in a separate cupped position. I concentrated on making a fire. First an orange glow appeared in each hand. I concentrated harder. I wanted flames. Soon I started seeing some detail. But something was odd. I could now see waving orange and yellow flames, but they looked like a cartoon fire. This was quite different that my other recent experience with making fire. I thought about trying to make the flames look more real. But then suddenly, the flames felt hot. Very hot. That was different as well. I extinguished the flames quickly. Now I needed to make ice. With my hands still cupped separately I concentrated on forming some ice. Soon I saw two shapeless white blobs form in my hands. I knew it was supposed to be ice. But it wasn't very good ice. It didn't even feel cold. I saw that I was close to a freezer. I walked to the freezer and opened it. Inside I saw some ice cubes sitting there in an otherwise empty freezer. I told myself that ice looked like that. So I needed to try again--this time with a good example in front of me that I could model. Within seconds I had exact copies of the ice cubes in my hands now. I had done it. With the Tasks done I decided to find a way outside and fly and decide what else I wanted to do. I often make decisions while I'm flying. I saw a large open window and flew out. I thought about what Marie had said about doing flips in the air. It had been a very long time since I had done dream flips. I suddenly really wanted to do some. I first tried a front flip. It felt so real as I did it. I tried a back flip next. That one felt really nice. Just a touch of dizziness while the world turned all around me. I did it again. and again. Then I noticed that I was on a college campus. I looked down and saw a food stand. This stand had several different kinds of licorice. I love licorice. I reached for a package of black licorice. But before I could eat it I woke up.
yesterday i had wierd dream in which there was a fest in our college and all my friends from childhood came there our college ground wa filled with tents and huge boxes i was talking to my friend who got admission in one of top universities in our country.I told him that i was not enjoying myself in this college,as our conversatio progressed he told me about all the cool stuff he did ther.He suddenly popped this question "dude,do you a girlfriend"then i felt some sudden rush in my heart i can't describe that feeling it was like i was afraid,sad all the rush of emotions in that moment.I didn't reoly to his question as we walked we reached a tent which was empty as we were tired we sat there for a while and talked about what all was available in lunch then i told "they must have started serving by now,let's go iam feeling very hungry" "as we were about to get up i felt if someone was behind me as i turned back i see madhuri , my crush,the girl of my dreams,the one i used to adore.She tip-toed towards me and whispered in my ears "can i spend sometime with you?".I said "sure" and then we started walking i think my friend didn't even notice her so i thought of introducing her to him as my class-mate.As i was about to begin "so she is my.....",she punched me lightly on my shoulder as i looked at her she put her index finger on her lips and made a sound "ssshhhh be calm".I thought she must be shy or something like that.She told in a soft voice "i want to spend some time with you".I was shocked to hear those words from her because we never really talked much,so i told my friend to go to dining hall and wait for me.As soon as he was out of my sight i noticed that there was nobody around us and we were alone.When i turned towards her she was already looking at me in despair i asked about what she wanted to talk to me about her next words were"do you know how much i liked you?".I was shocked to hear that without any second thought these words slip from my mouth"nobody knows this but iam secretly in love with you".I see tears in her eyes "then why you never told me about it?"."I was too shy and afraid of what you would say so i didn't" i replied."there was only person i could choose to see before i leave i came back for you,to talk one last time,take care of yourself i will always be with you " she told i didn't understand what she meant by "last time,came back".All these words were running in my mind when all of a sudden my class friend was shouting my name i turned back and there he was running towards me he came and told"madhuri was hit by a speeding car outside our college she died on the spot just 5 minutes ago".
3.14.16 Last night bed around 11pm or later. DR 1 - Bus - remembered at 5:37 am I'm on a bus with lots of kids. Something happens to the driver and I take over. But there are no breaks. I drive for a long time, winding roads, greenery. Lots of people. I yell out to them to call the cops, call 911, we have no breaks and need help. But they ignore us, don't believe or just act as they didn't hear me. After a long time we are approaching some old church. I aim it as some wall in hopes it will stop us without hurting anybody. Big door with sign something like "prayer room, or praying in progress" is on the large wooden door straight ahead so I turn the wheel left into a wall where there were no people. I get out of the bus, get on my knees and kiss the cobble stone floor thanking god, while thinking wtha heck am I doing. Later I'm talking to a nun. She is thanking me for saving everybody but I don't want to make a bid deal about it. DR 2 - Work - upon waking up around 8am Long dream being at work. I'm with few others in a break room. Someone opens the door and there is a crowd of people. I'm like why the hell are they waiting outside of the break room. I'm telling someone that if he opens the door and let's them in, he will have to take care of them. On the salesfloor - there is a bunch of spaghetti sauce jars and some really large ones, size of a bucket are sitting on top of it all, slanted, ready to slide down. I'm about to go tell someone when I decide to take a picture of it first. As I'm leaving, a dude gets on a forklift that looks like tractor and starts driving it around, bumping into shelves and pushing them out of way. I barely jump away twice and I'm yelling at him to stop. I'm thinking he is an employee bacause of his badge, but when he gets off and walks away casually, I realize it was a customer and I wanna arrest him. I see my wallet on the cash register and it has all the cards missing. There is some kind of a safety person right there so I tell her, fill out the report, then i find an envelope with all my missing cards. Someone returned them.
(Titled so because all of the pets I dreamt of are dead in real life, the dolphins looked like zombies, and the snake was literally a zombie) +Sadie keeps trying to curl up next to me on the bed and I encourage her. I am dating T.H from high school. His druggie dad just got out of prison and is coming to visit all his children and their mothers. There are countless women and children. T is excited to see his brother. They keep sending me all these pictures and group texts with inside jokes that I don’t understand. They all send pictures of the tops of their heads and joke about how short they are. They also joke about being gay brothers. His dad drives in in a semi-truck that says “no hard drugs” written on the side. He’s happily greeted by a chubby, middle aged woman who curled her highlighted hair. I go inside and stress about food. I bought so many vegetables but my mom doesn’t know the hours she’s working this week. I don’t want the food to go bad. I decide I’m going to make stirfry for T and his brother. I’ll add green onions to it. I feel happy cooking for them. I start sweeping and the storage room is absolutely dirty. How did it get so dirty? There’s enough hair to make a wig. And then I see a dead snake. T’s dad has an obsession with snakes. It’s dead so I sweep it up. I sweep some of the dirt out of the front door. I’m naked and think nobody’s outside but still try and hide behind the wall. As I close the door I see a lot of people outside and wonder if they saw me naked. Oh well, despite feeling embarrassed I’ll just own it. If they ask, I’ll tell them the truth, that I like being naked. Michael is giving me a hard time as I’m trying to sweep up the extra room. I grab a swiffer pad to collect the snake and dirt but my mom tells me not to pick it up. I tell her that I can’t just leave it there. I go to grab it and feel something sharp on my finger. I look at the snake’s mouth is now stuck in an open position and it has a lot of little sharp teeth. Then it slowly starts to move. I freak out and leave the room, I tell mom and Alesia and they’re not even that concerned. It leaves the extra room and makes its way to the office, it even does somersaults. I delegate to my sister to call 911 and to my mom to call animal control while I keep an eye on the snake so we don’t lose it. But my mom refuses because she doesn’t feel like it. So I grab the phone but have a hard time finding animal control’s number. 911 tells my sister she has to call animal control for help. Heidi dog gets around the snake while it’s coiled behind the office door. They both get defensive and Heidi swats at it. That agitates the snake which starts posturing at my mom, right next to Heidi. I can see it’s going to strike so I move to swat it away from her. As I do that, it latches onto my left pointer finger. I can feel it inject its venom multiple times. I feel the pain and pressure symmetrically in my opposite pointer finger. I start to feel pressure in my head and manage to squeak out “Help me” before I pass out and wake up for real. I felt weak upon awakening. +At some hospital, hotel thing. It’s night and I’m trying to help workers find a submarine outside but I can’t access the back of the building. While trying I end up in nicely renovated bathrooms that are cherry wood and completely private. People shower there after working out. I leave and follow A.B. to the counter to return my towel. Why isn’t my hair wet like hers? Probably because I only washed my body, not my hair. There are a bunch of groups of sorority girls and there’s drama with one of them. I think she’s on drugs and she gets excommunicated for having a messier room than the rest. But in reality, all of them have messy rooms. I go into a black girl’s room and she has a stack of cute bras on her dresser. Cute bras are hot, I need some. Outside there’s a type of dolphin farm. They’re all jumping out of the water. Some look extremely mutated. People fish for these dolphins and then collect the spearfish they’ve eaten from their stomachs. I wonder how there’s even any wild dolphins left with the large amount that I see at this farm thing. It’s sad. Supplements: Usual Bedtime: 9:00 Mantras: None ADA rating: 2 Moon Cycle: Waxing crescent 37% Nightly Awakenings: Multiple bathroom WBTB: None HH: Vibrations and ringing while falling asleep in middle of night Wake Time: 6:00 Total hours of sleep: 9
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This wasn't a sleeping dream. It was a daydreaming session that drifted into a sort of trance. My intention was to pick up the narrative with The Goddess, because our previous encounter was so memorable. I've been wondering if she has a true name, so I intend to guess it. I am back in the art museum with the white walls. There is where I last saw The Goddess. I imagine there is one empty picture frame and perhaps, in talking with her, something will appear as the painting. That was the scripted part. I had a few ideas where this might go, but at this point I try to allow the narrative to unfold on its own. The Goddess enters. Today she is wearing a suit of armor with a flowing red cape. No helmet though. Auburn hair and red lips. She looks beautiful but not in a sexual way. She is radiant and glorious. She reminds me of Joan of Arc. I speak first. "I think I've solved your riddle and I want to guess your name. I've discovered that I am Michael. I am the Hand. And you the Voice. So your name is Gabrielle." (This was an idea I concocted earlier, riffing on another dream about angels.) She doesn't speak. Well, she never speaks. She communicates telepathically. She just gives me that Mona Lisa smile. She remains aloof, as if to say: Hmm, that's a good guess. But she won't say yes or no. I was so confident that it was Gabrielle a moment ago, but she's driven me back into uncertainty. "Or is it Mona? Or Lisa?" I look at her suit of armor again. "Or is it Joan?" I look at the suit in a different way. "Are you the Tinman, err, Tin-woman?" She gives me no clue. Just her clever smile as she walks toward and around me. I know she's teaching me a lesson. As she walks around me, she draws her hand along my shoulder blades and finally communicates with a playful touch: So, Mr. Guardian Angel, I see you've earned your wings. Who are you going to protect? I hadn't thought that far. "I -- I don't know." She leans her weight into me like she does. And with her suit of armor today, she's quite heavy but I can support her. She turns to the empty picture frame and I follow her gaze. She "speaks" to me again: So, what happens next? We both start at the empty picture. "I don't know." And then she hits me with the best line ever. As always, with a clever smile she looks at me: Third base! And in the picture frame, a baseball field appears. That makes me laugh and zaps me out of my trance and back into present. We made a novel connection about names, asking questions, and the Who's on First? routine. I don't quite get back into the trance, but I want to indulge playing the routine with her, so I continue to imagine. Third base? But who's on first? Who. Who is the first baseman? Right. Right field? His name is Wrong. "Who" is the first baseman. Right, that's what I asked you. Who. Yes, who? The first baseman? What is the man's name? What is the second baseman's name. Not second base. Who is at first base? Right. Right field? Wrong. (starting to understand) I see. "Who" is the first baseman. His name is "Who." Right. And the rightfielder's name is "Wrong." Wrong. What? Second base. The second baseman is Wrong? What. Yes. What is the second baseman's name? Right. "What" is the right fielder's name? Wrong. (growing upset) I want you to tell me the first baseman's name! Who. Yes! What is his name?! What is the second baseman's name. Why are you asking me?! I DON'T KNOW! Third base!
I am looking down at a gray cart. It looks like a janitor's cart. In the middle, it has a large sink basin filled with water. Around the basin are other compartments to fit things in. I notice that it is gray and plastic and wonder if that might have symbolic meaning. I consider the sink, but can't decide if this object belongs in a kitchen or a bathroom. Now my mother is to my right and my sister is to my left. (I start to groan, because I used to hate when they appear in my dreams, but it doesn't bother me so much anymore). It seems we all cooked dinner together and now are washing the plates in the sink. So this cart goes in the kitchen. But I still have the wondering that it might also go in the bathroom, so I want to be sure to clean it very well between uses. I scrub and scrub the thing, careful to get into the corners so that it is spotless. I also improve it. I add a little gauge that monitors the water pressure. I also modify some of the compartments on the left so that one fits exactly one cup of liquid while another one fits two cups. My sister returns and we use the cart to bake several batches of cookies. The measurement cups are a great help for this. We sell the cookies and there's a long line out the door of people who want to buy them. After all the customers are satisfied, we start using the sink to clean everything again. To maintain a high quality for the cookies we sold, we tossed out some of the broken and bitter ones. These leftover cookies are left in the sink, now soggy with water. My father enters from the right. He looks at these imperfect cookies and looks at my sister and me with scorn. It's as if he's accusing us that we didn't make very good cookies. But as he's staring us down, one lingering customer stands up for us. He explains that everyone loved the cookies and ate them, so you can't judge the good cookies by the leftovers. I wake up. I think, huh, that's a nice little parable.
Big ol' Dump o' dreams from the last couple nights. ... I was in the simpsons. Literally in the TV show. I remember there was an episode centering around Homer and (what was the wife's name in the simpsons, Marge? I forget. I have never watched a single episode of the Simpsons in my life. Part of the reason that it is so weird that I would be dreaming of them at all.) getting a new car. The new car had this 1950's Raygun Gothic aesthetic to it, and was supposedly nuclear powered like the curiosity rover. It had an RTG under the front hood. Honestly this seems like a terrible idea. I remember the dream had some filler bits having to do with (Uhh Bart. The boy kid?) and I was him and I had to put on a presentation at school on nuclear power and safety or something, and Bart's school was my old middle school. But eventually what ended up happening was the nuclear car rolled down a long hill when it was parked in this city area and hit a tree causing the Uranium in the RTG to bang together essentially creating a miniature nuclear bomb. The car exploded and Homer and Bart thought it was cool and shouted 'Agian! Agian!' like idiots. ... I feel like there was also this weird sexual bit about Bart that I have forgotten. Whatever it was about, it's probably for the best it remains forgotten. -+- I remember I was at the other middle school, across town from mine. (An... Interesting change of setting to say the least) and I was practicing for a performance. (The only reason I know anything about the interior of the middle school was when I was very young, I took Karate there for a couple of months. But I got thrown out of the Karate group after I snuck away from class and wandered around the middle school for half the night before my parents and the cops found me.) I was Semi-Lucid too. This was a dream that I have been planning for almost a year now, but never got around to manifesting because of other things getting in the way. (Of course I wouldn't be properly lucid to enjoy it, so this still exists a goal for me to complete in the world of being fully lucid.) I always remembered how there were a couple of dreams (Very close together, about a week) where I saw Manei with some of the girls from her tribe were doing various dance performances, including some with torches. Very beautiful and entertaining to watch. But why stop there? I wanted Manei to teach me how to do this so I can be a part of that performance. Apparently that's what was happening in this dream. But I was doing it by 'Being' Manei. I don't see how this was happening but I was controlling her physical body. (This somehow made the learning process much easier.) I was supposed to practice doing a one handed handstand as this was part of the dance preformance. I was doing it on the stage of the middle school. I then remember two boys (Who looked like Jack and Jon because who else) came and tried to pull the mats out from under us while we kept our balance on one hand. We were supposedly being tested by the other girls that were there and I don't know if these boys were a part of the test or not. But they sure were making it difficult to hold a handstand. ... I then remember I was home and my deceased grandmother was there. She looked like a zombie this time. her nose was missing and she looked decayed but it didn't frighten me. She said that she was happy with how I was growing and changing, but thought that I looked ugly. I remember then looking in the mirror. I was my female dream self, but I was much taller, like Manei. I remember thinking that my body and face shape looked more similar to hers than my usual dream self. It was like being this weird fusion of the two of us. I said something like "Dang, I look good." I then remember she said she thought I looked bad. I thought about mentioning that it looked like her nose was missing and she was old and wrinkly, but that could come off as an insult. Whatever, looks aren't important. We kept talking for another minute or two, but I forgot what about. There were a couple of other family members there as well. I think that the 'missing sister' dream character might have been involved. -+- I remember I was on a beach. (Haven't had this dream in awhile.) It was cloudy and the weather seemed rather turbulent and big waves kept blowing in from the ocean. Of course this cacophony of dream signs made me lucid. I thought about stabilizing the dream, and sat down in the sand and started making mud pies. This was supposedly my method of dream stabilization, as I focused on how the sand felt in my fingers and how it reacted. I could hear every detail. Every wave crashing against the shore, every gust of wind rustle the palm fronds. The dream was ultra stable, and I could tell. My mud pies and what not that I was making were persistent, even if I looked away form them for several seconds. I began to get really comfortable, feeling like I was a kid again. I made a classic pathetic sand castle, just a crappy patted down mound of sand with one little twig (I think it was a piece of bamboo) sticking out of the top. In a weird way, this was it. This was the reason that I had first started lucid dreaming. To just be alone, so I could be myself and not have anybody bother me. Manei appeared and I was immediately snapped out of my trance. She was just standing there looking at me a little ways down the beach. I looked up at her, and just decided to ignore her and go back to what I was doing. (I also remember her hair was blowing in the wind, the breeze coming off of the sea, putting it at almost a 90 degree angle to her. This was very significant somehow) I looked up again and she had slendermanned her way closer. I think I politely asked her to leave, but she said that she wouldn't judge me for doing whatever I wanted. -+- I remember something to do with going over to my old friends' moms' house. (My mom is friends with my old friends' mom.) She gave us three black puppies. I remember me and my dad's puppies were normal sized for puppies but my mom's was very small like the size of a mouse because it was a runt and it had some health issues. -+- I remember A dream that had something to do with 'Inside Out'. I had remembered meeting all of the different emotion characters that I had in my head. I remember the character that the story I was in was actually Fear. There were some differences from my mind and the movie. I remember the emotions could all leave the 'Headquarters' tower on a special tram and did so regularly during the night. This had something to do with the fact that I was a lucid dreamer, and since the five emotions would go to a secondary headquarters to be my 'lucid mind' when it was time to lucid dream. My Mind was apparently also structured differently than the one in in the movie. There were still islands of personality and long term memory, but they were in a sense, one and the same. Each island of personality was also a memory matrix (instead of a single core memory) that held all of the memories pertaining to that particular aspect of my personality. The islands of personality were also more like towers, floating above a vast, cloudy abyss, very vertically oriented and strung together by cables and tubes. I remember there were five major islands that were particularly important that outlined my personality. One of them had to do with astronomy. (The island/tower was like a huge rocket launch pad with something akin to a Saturn 5 on it) I think it had a telescope as well. There was one for Taekwondo, one for my love of art, one to represent my attitude (being straightforward and blunt most of the time) I think the fifth Island was where lucid dreams came from and was supposed to be very special. ... I remember the five emotion characters could fuse to become me and that was what allowed me to exist in this realm. (Actually, I think there was a sixth emotion character, an orange one. I forgot what emotion he represented. I do remember he had like a monk robe and was rather tall and quite large.) He was also mute. Fear wouldn't fuse with me because she (My fear emotion was female) was the underappreciated/suppressed emotion. (Much like sadness was in the original Inside Out.) There was some sort of major problem with Fear as she was turning grey and 'dying'. The story had something to do with the fact that I was suppressing too many emotions. Neither the fear emotion or the orange one could fuse when I became myself because I didn't properly recognize them. Manei also existed in this world. I think she existed in a way very similar to Bing Bong did in the original inside out. Except that she was a total bad@$$ around here. The fear emotion kept trying to convince everyone that there was some outside intruder attempting to come into my mind but nobody else was listening. ... At some point there was some kind of error and Fearful memories were still being produced, but they were blank. I remember them being translucent purple and there were a lot of them, thousands. And the machine kept spitting more and more of them. Someone said to put them in the memory dump. The memory dump was mostly empty and full of junk other than memory balls. The fear character was convinced this was the result of the intruder wreaking havoc, and that the inturder would soon arrive to finish them off. I have a terrible head cold now that I am writing this, so this isn't funny. ... So the intruder had arrived. I remember this huge white angular flying missile cruiser entered through a portal in the sky, floating above the memory area. It opened fire on one of the smaller personality islands, bringing it down in a single barrage, sending thousands of memory balls falling into the dump. The cruiser continued shooting and destroying memory shelves. I remember I flew on my jets of flame and faced the front of the cruiser. I shouted 'Hey, what's the big idea?!' or something. Then the cruiser stopped, it turned and shot me. This caused me to split apart into my emotion characters again. Geeze 'Inside Out' isn't supposed to be an action movie. -+- I was visiting a nature park with my family. The nature park was supposed to be in a large ancient impact crater caused by a meteor. The ranger station was on the small mountain in the middle of the crater. I remember they had a pool complex that kids were playing in and swimming, and a small hotel. My dad was taking pictures and my mom was buying stuff from the gift shop. I was reading a sign that said that there are caves in the park. It said that the average cave in the park was 2.1M tall by 2.1M wide by 120 m deep. These caves are formed by glaciers and please do not make loud noises in them as this can cause cave-ins. A DJ character showed up and started playing some unusual dreamlike music. I started to become lucid but woke up.
(Been having absolutely rubbish luck with lucid EVERYTHING recently, I think I had been trying TOO hard. But I posted on the forums and got some advice. The one that worked best was taking some time off lucid and dream recall all together. Just a few days after that I started remembering my dreams unwillingly and they would linger in my mind hours later. Then last night I HAD A LUCID. Pretty excited to get back into lucid stuff again but this time i'm going to be way more chill.) *Dream is kinda personal so I'm just gonna post the end. I believe I wasn't lucid most of the first half of the dream so when I did a nose plug my time was limited. It lasted just minutes I reckon.* I go into the car park and head to the car, (I am scarily aware that I am dreaming that I don't need to clarify or demand clarity) but suddenly, like the end of a movie or cartoon my vision suddenly shrinks in a circle fashion until I can't see anything. I manage to open my eyes but they felt tired and I could NOT keep them open. The brief flashes I got of where I was not in the car park, but in my room. I was standing by my chest of drawers and for some stupid reason my dream self thought that meant the end of the lucid dream. I flash between the carpark and my room until I am in the car park again, struggling to keep my eyes open. I demand clarity but It doesn't work and I lose lucidity and the dream ends. So if anyone has any advice on why I couldn't control the dream despite my efforts, please do tell me. This is my first lucid since an RC in February this year. I'll be honest I really haven't been trying but I'm going to do a FILD later this week and The last time I did it I believe it worked so... yeah. I keep losing the motivation even though I love it. Okay I'm going to stop now..
Updated 03-21-2016 at 05:32 PM by 89239
1 minute 54 second read. Monday, 14 March 2016. Holographic Toy Tiger (sleep simulacrum) Dream # 17,983-01. My dream's location is my den from the Stadcor Street house in Wavell Heights (where we have not lived for years) in Brisbane in the late morning. A stuffed toy tiger is on a blanket on the floor in the center of the room. The design implies that the animal is resting on its stomach. (See the image if available. It is similar to one we have in waking life, but my dream's version is less realistic.) With the back of my hand, I pretend I can touch and feel the intangible hologram. I move it over the periphery of the hologram's imaginary surface. I "know" I am feeling something, but I consider it may be something located elsewhere and not in alignment with the hologram's shape. (I have often had dreams of this implication. It is otherwise a specific type of lucidness to increase my somatosensory phasing response to the dream state, to bring about more vividness and realism.) Eventually, Zsuzsanna stands in the doorway (in the background), looking into the room. I see her from the other side of the stuffed toy tiger hologram (in the foreground) that briefly moves its head in her direction. I see a flick of its tongue from its profile and feel intrigued, waking at this point. The stuffed toy tiger correlates with a thread of lucidness in recognition that my physicality in the dream is unreal. The blanket signifies my realization of sleeping in bed. The toy tiger's tongue moves somewhat because my tongue has some mobility before waking before REM atonia diminishes. A similar model from early childhood, titled "The Skunk," has the same foundation of causality, although the co-occurrent dynamics are slightly different. I will compare and contrast the content of both dreams here: "Holographic Toy Tiger": A hologram of a stuffed toy tiger in a sleeping position on a blanket signifies my co-occurrent recognition of being asleep in bed. The room is otherwise featureless. Protoconsciouness initiates as Zsuzsanna in a doorway (background), seen from my side (foreground) of the "sleeping and waking animal." The outcome reveals my recognition of having tongue mobility before REM atonia wholly diminishes. "The Skunk": A sleeping skunk signifies my co-occurrent recognition of being asleep in bed. The room is otherwise featureless. Protoconsciouness initiates as an unknown girl in a doorway (background) seen from my side (foreground) of the sleeping and waking animal. The outcome is that the white area of the skunk's body becomes a question mark to correlate with the essence of being puzzled by the sudden realization I am dreaming. Imagine all the people who cannot understand or accept the factual attributes of concurrent dream content causality (as explained here) and seek to corrupt it with the unintelligent misdirection of "dream interpretation."
Updated 07-13-2022 at 08:00 AM by 1390
I was an emerald collector. I was on a desert, searching for freshwater streams. There were dunes huge like hills, and I was close to an ocean. The scenery was quite beautiful, palm trees beneath an ocean. As I went deeper within the desert island, it gradually changed into dark woods, full of forgotten ruins and horrible monsters. In most cases I had to run away from them. Once I was lucky enough to find a car left by previous expeditions and escape from peril.
1. I was sitting at my desk with a computer in front of me. I was supposed to be doing some type of culinary report, but I wasn't. The room I was in was huge, and was probably 3 to 4 times the size of the average school classroom. It was full with students, maybe about 70 or 80 in total. Everyone was on a computer doing their work. The walls in this enormous room were made of fully gray glossy bricks and the floor was a glossy white tile. All of the computer stations were gray as well. As I sat there in my chair looking around, I noticed that there was a blonde chick sitting in the computer desk next to me. She was wearing a white dress with flowers all over it. Suddenly she looks over at me, "Can you help me figure this out?" she asked. "Sure what you need?" I ask as I move my chair over to her computer desk and sit next to her. "I can't find a way to make this program work and make this pop-up window go away" she told me. I took the mouse and scrolled over to the pop-up window and clicked on a box that was in the lower left corner. I then pressed "Next" and the pop-up window disappeared and the program started up. "Thanks" she said as she looked at me. Her eyes were a soft brown and they seemed to glow. Chef Pellicano came over to her desk and she saw that there was no work on her screen. She got frustrated, "Why aren't you doing your work?" she asked. "I am I just had to figure out how to get started" the girl replied. Just then 2 large chocolate chip cookies that were stuck together flew over my head and across the entire classroom. "Who threw that?!?" Chef Pellicano asked. A guy I know from school named Jason stood up "I did" he said. He was wearing a gray hoodie and dark blue basketball shorts as well as basketball shoes. "I'm tired of this fucking class. I fucking hate it!" he yelled. "Excuse me?!" Chef replied. Jason then grabbed a full white cake with complete icing off of his computer desk. He walked at a fast pace over to Chef and smothered the cake all in her face. "Well then" Chef said. She was not impressed at the least as I could tell by her neutral facial expression. It seemed as this was a normal occurrence for her. Jason then stormed out of the classroom and into the hallway. "He's definitely getting a referral" Chef announced. Everyone was quiet. "Can someone who is wearing pajamas go to the front office and report to an AP what just happened?" she asked. I was wearing pajamas, but right as I was about to volunteer myself a black dude with a nice flat top stood up and took the task. He was wearing blue and red pajamas. He then left the classroom to report the incident and after that, class resumed. For some reason the lights were turned off now though. The cute blonde chick who I was sitting next to got up and went to the other side of the classroom to talk to her friends. I got up as well and walked over to my friends Dylan and Bryce. When I got over to their desks, they were both laying on the ground on their backs just chilling. I layed down next to dylan and we all looked up at the ceiling(lmao what fun). "Why are you guys laying on the ground?" I asked as I chuckled. "Because we can faggot" Bryce said in his usual joking tone. I laughed. Everyone in the class was now chilling and it seemed as though no one was doing any work anymore. Students constantly walked over or around us to get past us as we were right in the middle of one of the rows of computer desks. The row we were laying on also had a restroom at the end of it which was were many students seemed to be going. The restroom lights were on and seemed to be the only lights on anywhere in the class.
Dreamt that I was walking around in a super fancy exotic resort with clean, beautiful white porcelian interior. There was a large pool with crystal blue water flowing through the main lobby. Everything about this hotel was perfect and picturesque. The weird part? there were corpses littered all over the floor and bright red streaks of blood on the walls. Except the hotel continued to function normal with all the lights and streams from the pool running perfectly. Also, there were no staff or anyone walking around. Everyone was dead on the floor. the justapositon of luxury and decadence with the macabre setting made my stomach feel uneasy as i walked around the hotel with seemingly no one alive in it. I walked outside and saw a beatiful gold golf course with the ocean providing a beautiful backdrop. Suddenty it was the magic hour with a majestic orange glow emanating across the landscape. As I looked out over the horizon, I felt an odd twinge of fear for my life and wondered if i would escape the hotel alive. then of course, I woke up.
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