The plan for my next lucid was to invite The Goddess on to a late-night talk show that I would host. I would ask her a few things, including "Where did you come from?" I scripted a joke for her to deliver: she would point to the stage curtain from which she entered the scene and say "from over there." The audience would laugh. Then I'd ask again and she'd give me a real answer. None of that happened as planned, but I did get my question answered. I fall awake into a field. This is not My Field, though. My Field is an infinite, featureless expanse of grass. This field looks more like a real place, like a city park. The grassy area is dotted with trees. In the distance I make out a road, cars, and townhouses. Immediately in front of me is a lone young boy sitting on the grass. I've seen a boy like this many times in my dreams. He has a mop of blond hair, a blue shirt, blue shorts, and little blue shoes. He's always quiet, sitting, and playing with a toy firetruck. He seems engrossed with his toy and his imagination. He doesn't interact with anyone or seem to acknowledge anything around him. Sometimes he is in imminent danger but still isn't aware. I think of him as a young innocent version of myself. I don't bother him. I just watch as he plays. I try to get a better look at his toy truck. It's bright red and shiny. Of course, red reminds me of The Goddess and also my plan that involved her. I look to my right and there she is. Tonight, she wears a simple, casual, sleeveless red dress. Her hair is chestnut and straight. Most of the scene around us has dissolved into pure whiteness. It seems like The Goddess and I are in a dreamlike art museum. The boy on the grass is still there, but that part of the scene now seems like an animated picture hanging on the white walls of the museum. She walks up to me, balances an arm on my shoulder and leans her hip into mine. I feel the weight of her body and I know its her way of communicating trust and closeness. She joins me in looking at the boy like we're looking at a piece of art. I look at her and remark that she is work of art. I look at her smile and think about Mona Lisa. But today, The Goddess doesn't have that kind of smile. Now thinking about her whole demeanor, there is something different about her today. No seduction. No tease. No mind games. No femme fatale. She's just casual and happily content. She's not hiding anything. But she must be hiding something, she always is. What do you have up your sleeve? I remark again that her dress has no sleeves. I am puzzled by the fact that there seems to be no puzzle. I follow her eyes to the boy. Then back to her. Then her eyes move from the boy to me. And something clicks. Is this her son? Is this OUR son? I don't have to ask, she can read my thoughts. Without word, she nods yes. But there's something else in her expression. As if to say: Oops. This makes me panic. I don't want to play this role. Fatherhood is a very tender wound in my psyche. She trusts me, but she really shouldn't. Especially, of all things, not about this. My reflex is to reject the idea. I stagger backward and think to run. But because she was leaning her body on me, she now suddenly falls and lands hard on her knees and elbows. She emits a low whimper. She really seems hurt. Her hair is now tussled and hides her face. I see drops of dark red blood drop on the white floor under her. Maybe she broke her nose or cut her lip. Now I immediately feel remorse and shame along with my panic. I'm torn between the instinct to run away and the instinct to help. That traps me and I do neither. In trying to protect myself, someone else got hurt. And not just anyone, but the one person I would never try to hurt. That is textbook tragic irony. I look to the boy and he remains oblivious. In a way, I was trying to protect him too. In my twisted logic, the biggest danger to him is me, so I protect him by avoiding him. More irony. Paralyzed in this cognitive dissonance, I wake up. Well, that was intense. I try to work through the puzzle. I rehash, but don't dwell on the obvious Freudian stuff. Mother. Father. Child. Betrayal. Irony. Guilt. Blah, blah, blah. I don't entirely dismiss it, I just prefer to engage the fiction in a more personal way. I think about the motifs of falling and catching. I "fall" asleep and become lucid by "catching" myself. As for the Goddess, I've "fallen" for her and I "fall" for her tricks and traps. We also "catch" each others' jokes and I try to "catch" the meaning behind her riddles. I think how I spend so much time trying to "catch" The Goddess. I'm always chasing after her, like the coyote and the roadrunner. It is tragically ironic that this time, when I really should have caught her, I didn't. I also ponder a parallel motif, which is of falling, gravity, and trust. We demonstrate trust by "leaning" on people and looking for their "support." Yes, interesting stuff, but it doesn't yet gel into anything. I start my epilogue. Thank you, Goddess. I'm sorry. I will try to catch you next time. I didn't "catch" the meaning of the dream though. Since the dream ended abruptly, I play the meta-game a bit, which is to try to guess the final outcome and then work backward to how events ought to transpire. I wonder what she might have said next if I didn't wake up. That might have revealed the intent. Maybe she would have said "I forgive you." Or "I still trust you." Nah, too trite. Maybe the son isn't mine and it was all a misunderstanding. That's another kind of irony. Maybe the boy is me, as I speculate, and the meaning of this cycle of birth and identity is more symbolic than literal. Maybe. Too Freudian for my taste though. What would she say? I start to see that, I'm questioning what she would answer to my question, which was my original plan for the dream with the talk show. This coincidence gives me a glimmer of hope that I'm on the right track. She would say something unexpected. Hence the futility of the meta-game. So what would really break the game? And then, from the depths of my psyche, a surprising possibility enters my thoughts, as if delivered from The Goddess herself. She would have said: "Run." That's the one thing I wouldn't expect her to say because running was the cowardly thing for me to do. But if she tells me to run and I run, then there's actually no irony. How brilliant. She would take a scenario steeped in irony, only to find the un-ironic outcome. That's very meta. I think more on "Run" and I recall Jenny from the movie Forrest Gump who tells Forrest on several occasions to run. The relationship between The Goddess and I is a lot like Jenny and Forrest. I flash on the scene in Vietnam when Forrest is in a similar situation to my dream. Given the choice between running to save himself and going back to help others, Forrest chooses the braver path. The "smart" choice is cowardly and the "dumb" choice is heroic (irony). I flash to the scene near the end of the movie when an even more obviously similar situation happen. Jenny reveals to Forrest that her son is his. Forrest's initial reaction is concern because he is afraid this boy will suffer all the same things that Forrest endured, but the opposite is true because the boy is "the smartest in his class" (irony). Then Jenny dies of AIDS, which is an auto-immune disease. An auto-immune disease in one in which the body's system to protect itself -- the immune system -- turns and starts attacking the body (irony). I wonder, What if The Goddess died? This is ironic because gods are immortal. My recall of the movie flashes on two scenes where Forrest stands over the grave of his mother and then later at Jenny's grave. In these scenes, he considers the metaphysical question of destiny versus randomness and comes to the conclusion that "maybe it's both." He also recalls moments in his life when he witnessed beauty and the divine even in the midst of fear and conflict. Beauty and the divine. That is surely The Goddess. I think even more because this word "divine" summons another related memory. Before Forrest Gump was a film, it was a book that I read. There's many scenes in the book absent from the movie. In one such scene, Forrest is a teenager when he is seduced by an older woman, who gives him a type of candy called divinity. This is Forrest's first sexual experience and he doesn't really comprehend it. He just remembers: "I sure did like her divinity." I read this when I was about 12 or 13 and it was one of my first encounters with sexuality. I amuse myself that maybe, this was the moment when The Goddess was "born" in my head. Not a real character, but as the archetype of the femme fatale: the seductive and savvy woman with ulterior motives. And just like Forrest, maybe I fetishized the memory with a connected object (divinity) rather that truly comprehending the sexuality. And so, I arrive back of the beginning. I wanted to know where The Goddess came from and she revealed it to me, just not as I planned. She sent me an adventure through my emotions, memories, philosophy, and fiction. Thank you, Goddess. I will try to catch you next time.
7/3/16: Dream 1: I was at school I believe, in some school vs school competition, city vs country. I had taken inspiration from a youtube video I had watched about ancient chinese slapping competitions, so I challenged another person to one. We each had a whip/strap and would take turns slapping the other person in the butt until someone gave up, the winner would get to eat this huge plate of food. The competition went for a few minutes before I think my mum walked in and ordered us to stop and then gave a lecture about how stupid that was etc. Dream 2: I was in a desert sort of landscape with a house along with a bridge over a chasm to a pyramid. I think my extended family were visiting at the house, and I didn't want to be there so I wandered off to the pyramid. I crossed the bridge and then entered the pyramid, where the inside was like an industrial factory with pipes and machines all over the place. I walked through a bit until I could see light and hear noise from down a flight of stairs. I walked down and saw a giant shop selling all sorts of things. I asked someone working there what was going on and they said it was a second hand sale of all the stuff my family didn't need anymore. I wandered through the shelves, looking at all the clothes and toys and things which I supposedly had owned. Dream 3: I was in a discussion with my grandparents about their planned holiday. They wanted to go back to the town in Austria where John had come from, but my mum was telling them not to do it. They wanted to see this huge Aztec style temple/pyramid in the middle of the town that had only been half built when he had left. My mum was telling them that John could hardly walk and his knees were weak, and considering he had only just managed to climb the pyramid when it was under construction and half as tall, combined with his deteriorating health, that they shouldn't go. Dream 4: I was walking down a city lane with someone else that was filled with vendors of all sorts of ethnic foods, maybe something about paella. Fragment: I was in a fight with someone, or a big circle of people.
There was this man, fitted in a old-fashioned tuxedo, with a very white face, white gloves, and slicked back black hair. The lower half of his body is a giant spider, the chitin as slick and shiny as the silk of his waistcoat. He's on a hardwood scene, under a very bright spotlight that glitter off the joints of his spinnery legs. He's dancing, his four eyes closed as he listens to music I can't hear. It's eerie, graceful, the tips of his legs ticking on the wooden floor like rain on a roof.
D! - I am in a darkened room, I can just make out the size of the room in the semi-darkness. It looks smaller than my room, plus in my room the street light outside always illuminates part of the blinds. I realise i am dreaming and think I must try and change something but am a bit non-plused by the fact that there is nothing in the room and nothing seems to happen. i remember i'm supposed to touch things to stabilise the dream, so I reach out. The wall is cold to the touch and some furniture I feel is smooth and cold. Nothing happens, but i'm really hyped about it D2 - There is a bald guy semi-naked laying on the ground, facing away from me. I felt I needed to kill him, I have no idea why. I reached down and twisted his neck to break it. It snapped but this seemed to have no effect on him, so I grabbed hold of his head and pulled him up. Then I flew straight up into the sky, really fast. In a matter of seconds I was up above the planet, looking down. I could see some nice detail, oceans, land masses and the void of space. But I wasn't really interested at the time. I just thought if I drop this guy from heigh enough its gonna finish him. So I dropped him and watched him sail back to earth. Afterwards I flew back down to earth but the close I got the more it was just like zooming in on a simulation of the earth and by the time I got to the surface, the earth was fairly flat with just some bump map textures on it Oo. Perplexed I looked around but could see no evidence of the guy, and had no idea what to do. D3 - Something about giving someone a life and parking near school. D4 - Recurring dream about having to get ready at last moment for christmas school performance, but this time I have to perform. I am to sing alongside some other teachers on a few numbers. I am totally unfazed by this and start singing even though I have no clue of the tune :d [Comment] Yay! Lucid, and seems like an obe, my first
March 7, 2016 I just laid down on my sofa to WILD and started thinking about my last LD yesterday. I knew I did more than I remembered, and YES!!! Omg, I remembered! I recalled a TOTM (or was it, haha) to push hand or body through wall and see how it looks on the other side. I know Ophelia talked about that too. So I walked to my front door and pushed my hand through. I couldn't see it so I realized I need to open the door to see the other side. I did that and my hand looked perfectly normal. 5 fingers and all. I tried the other one through the wall by the door. I went through perfectly, 5 finders, nothing strange. Was cool though : D
It felt like a long night of dreaming, I came away with two solid dreams + I'm trying to get with SG, we're starting to have suggestive conversations, but her relatives get in the way. At one point, I'm feeling her juicy girl-bits and she likes it but we want to get more serious, but can't. I'm on the back steps of my childhood home leading to the back yard, and I think ah well, if I can't get with SG, at least I can fly a bit and take off down to the back lawn. My family is on the lawn and my (mother?) chastises me for flying, saying "you know how that bothers us." There is a big white ceramic sink there, and I notice a small bit of hair sticking out of a drain. I grab a set of needlenose pliers and start to pull it out. A nasty dirty chunk of the sink hair comes out. Then I see another portion, and I also start puling it out. This is a long piece that goes on for a while I keep reeling it in, finally it ends. I feel a bit embarrassed about doing this. My sister is nearby and she (says?) that this is probably her hair. + (f) some club activity regarding books? + (f) some overhead view of a building and people leaving it wearing odd clothes (?) + (f) driving up the snow-covered ramp on to a (battleship?). I'm concerned the car will not keep its traction, and even slide over the left side as we head to the left lane. + I'm in some building (indoors glass walled room? [dream sign]). There is some bomb thing on the floor? An automated turret? There is also a turret outside. The turret outside is remotely controlled by some enemy it turns out. This activates the bomb/turret inside. The turret can fire bullets, and it automatically tracks people. I walk bath and forth and the barrel of the gun on the turret tracks my movements. The teams are arming for battle. I"m sitting at the top of a winding slide together with a man on the enemy team, it's like he's sitting on my lap. He is armed with some sort of (nuclear?) bomb and a big heavy pistol, which he's holding in his hand. I grab his hand holding the gun so he just can't shoot me when the "go" signal is given. I think and say that this battle is pointless, that so much life on each side will be pointlessly lost. I'm rethinking my participation. Some leader (female) calls us and we slide down, she's going to re-arrange the rules so that we're not fighting each other? The guy I was sitting with says he left the bomb stuff back up at the top of the slide.
A sidewalk I find myself on a city street in a quaint little shopping district. It almost looks fake, like a movie lot. I am on the sidewalk and the streets are lined with little shops. There are parked cars and some moving cars, but I don't see any people. I look in the window of the shop I am standing in front of. In the window, there are two large hand-painted signs. They read: 'Happy' is what makes you smile. 'Funny' is what makes you laugh. Hmm. Quite interesting. I start to look closer and ponder what deeper wisdom these statements might hold. But just as I do so, a woman jogs past me from left to right, briefly interrupting my view. My gaze follows her as she continues to jog, unaware of me. She is stunningly beautiful. She wears bright red leggings and a black jogging bra that leaves her midriff bare in between. It's The Goddess, of course. From the side glimpse I got as she passed, and even looking at her from behind, I can tell her breasts are huge. She also wears neon green running shoes. Her hair is dark brown and gathered up in a simple pony tail. She wears headphones. I am filled with desire for her, but she is aloof. Just out on her daily run. She jogs to the end of the block and stops, waiting for the light. I start to run after her, but just as I do, the light changes and she resumes her jog away from me. As I give chase, I am entranced by how her body moves from behind. I could chase her forever, I think. But I immediately notice the irony of this statement. I'm not getting any closer at this speed, so I likely will be chasing forever. I stop running. She stops too at the end of the next block. I know if I start running again, so will she. She will always be one block away. I turn to look back and maybe find another solution. As I turn, I now see two other girls just a couple paces from me. They are pretty too, but in a different way. They look like identical twins and models. Platinum blonde hair, pale skin, and white clothes. Not jogging attire, but white halter tops and white mini-skirts. They are attractive but not in the best way, they look like bimbos. This is a recurring motif in my dreams, girls dressed in white who act as a foil to the more colorful Goddess. There arms are folded, which I take to mean they are impatient and closed-off. They glare at me with an annoyed bratty expression that says: "Umm, get out of our way, loser." I'm still horny though, so I quickly approach them and start grabbing at their bodies. It feels good and I focus on the feeling. They barely react; they just uncomfortably shift and grunt as they try to avoid my fondling. So, while it is pleasing to me in a purely physical way, I stop because they aren't enjoying it. And if they don't enjoy it then I can't enjoy it. I step away from them. They express some relief but still vain little brats. I look off in the distance, wondering if I can still catch the jogger in red. I spot her but she's really far away now. She's crossing another street and my sight of her gets lost among the cars. Oh well. I messed that up. I look to my left, into the window of another shop. Here, there is just one sign, hand-painted like the others from before. It simply reads: Remember I remember the other two signs about 'Happy' and 'Funny.' What does it all mean? I transition to hypnopompia as I ponder what lesson The Dreaming was trying to deliver to me. Some cliché sayings come first, and it seems the numbers one and two are most prominent. I think of A bird in hand is better than two in the bush. Though in my dream it seemed the opposite: A girl in the bush is better than two in hand. Ha. That's a nice twist. That makes me think of killing two birds with one stone. And also, of the Buddha's parable of the two arrows. It's all interesting stuff and I'm amused. But I think, Yes, yes, Dreaming, but we've been down those roads. Duality. Irony. Choice. Desire. Vanity. Ecclesiastes. What was different about this one? Then I remember a children's story by Shel Silverstein. In the poem, a young boy receive a dollar from his parents. He trades the one dollar for two quarters "because two is more than one." In turn, he trades the quarters for three dimes, and then four nickles, and is finally left with five pennies. He started with $1 and ends with $0.05. Amused at this distant memory and how it might be connected, I recall that this poem is from a collection called Where The Sidewalk Ends and I was on a sidewalk in the dream.
Maka Albarn and Sailor Moon were fighting. Sailor moon had this powerup mode where she wore a long black dress with these tentacle like things coming off it it. Maka did soul resonance. I never saw the outcome of the fight. ... I remember I was on an alien desert planet, with Simon from Gurren Lagann and Rei from Star Wars. We were mourning the death of someone before heading off on a great adventure in space. The planet was pretty cool looking, the desert looked something like the American southwest with the mesas and buttes, but there were huge bluish-green crystals jutting out of the ground in a couple places. There was also a futuristic city off in the distance. We then got onto this spaceship to start our journey. I remember the spaceship was just like a platform you stood on that projected a field around it causing you to feel no acceleration and trapping the atmosphere around the spacecraft. I remember we turned our spacecraft and saw an entire galaxy in the twilight sky. This was probably one of the best 'pretty galactic dream skies' that I have yet seen. We started flying off up out of the atmosphere towards it. We flew through some clouds that I remember looked more and more like clouds of snowflakes as we moved through them. Then the characters were replaced with my parents. My mom said something about how pretty the snow was. She then opened her mouth and caught a snowflake but went 'bleh' because she thought that it tasted bad. She then pulled it out and showed it to me that it was made of soemthing like cotton and all covered in her saliva. She then steered our spacecraft down twoards the ground, and I saw that we were back on earth, right above our subdivision. Okay, dream was doing pretty good job up until it replaced the fantasy setting with home and the cool characters with my parents, who may be fine people in WL but are generally quite annoying in dreams. Aside from lucidity, it pretty much only gets worse. We landed. There were some DCs in our backyard who were making a bonfire or something. I remember they were moving branches around and throwing them into the fire pit but they hadn't actually lit the fire. I remember I became lucid as we were walking up the side of the house to the front door. I tried to fly, but flying didn't work. I tried fire projection from my hand and saw that nothing was happening. I remember thinking to myself that the reason my powers didn't work was there were no more fantasy elements in the dream. If the dream is too grounded, too close to reality, then my powers won't work because it seems more like I'm just actually awake. (I don't know if this actually applies or not, there was one fantastical element to this scene, the sky was green and orange.) I tried to dream spin but I felt it lose the dream's clarity too much and could feel my waking body back in bed. Okay, maybe I can manifest Manei. I haven't done this in awhile, but she's the epitome of a fantasy/dream element being my dream guide, she can fix my powers. (That and maybe I can talk to her about dialing back the romance fantasy a little and actually doing our proper jobs agian... ) "Manei, Kuansen Axio Sosumblue" I said, with the intention of having her appear when I opened the front door of my house. No luck when I did though. I looked around calling her name a few more times. Nuh uhn. "Okay, fine then, don't show up when it's actually time to go to work." I guess that snark was too much, cause I lost lucidity after that. Some people from the government showed up at our door. The asked if my parents were home. I told them I was over 18 and could help them. They came in and said that they were distributing day planners that would allow the citizens of the USA to become more efficient, productive citizens. I remember they came inside. The inside of our house had changed to this very large (it looked like the inside of a haunted mansion, but we had a big fireplace with a fire going inside of it) There was all of this other fancy furniture that I didn't remember us having. We sat in the dining room. In WL, the dining room is in the corner of our house, but in dream the house was expanded and there were doors to it on all four sides leading to extra rooms that I did not explore. They had two versions. One had a bunch of pre listed life improvement activities, like 'eat healthy day', 'go to Library', and 'go for a run' on random days, and written in different random handwriting. The other was blank like a normal day planner. I told them that if they were free, we would just take the normal ones because the extra activities would just drag down our already busy schedules. They really tried to sell the already written in one but I insisted on a clean one. It turned out to be some kind of scam. The people were not from the government. Plus they were out of stock of the clean day planners. Apparently what had happened was they had one set of planners printed, then sold them to people. At the end of the year, when people threw them away, they would dig them out of the trash and sell them to someone else as an enhanced life planner. After a few years they were so full of activities 'suggested' by other people, that nobody put in their own activities. Though I want to know what poor chump put 'ESSAY DUE' in bold capital letters taking up the entire space for Sunday. I told the people to get out of the house and and not come back otherwise I would call the cops.
Fragment I was in home, working on something. I took a plate with some honey and smeared it on my face. Dream I was an observer, watching a group of young people. That had holidays at tropical island. My thoughts often changed outcome of their actions. The was a blonde dude that wanted to know a pretty brunette girl. By my thoughts he decided to invite her to a party, but then my thoughts started a bar fight. I assumed position of a random person and helped the group. The hardest part was to win with a DJ. He was a huge, muscular black man. The group united to deal with him, and when we won, the DJ thrown everyone out of bar. Later that evening I was in my home with one of my classmates. We were cooking something to eat.
Tonight was a bit restless, but it ended up in a couple nice dreams that weren't very long but I recall them in more detail than I usually do. Went to bed: 22:30 Fell asleep: 23:30 Awakening 1: 01:45 Fell asleep: 02:30 Awakening 2: 05:30 Fell asleep: 05:31 Final awakening: 06:35 Methods used: apple juice, water method 1: Little brother checks on me, his watch turns into a ring It's 01:30 or something and I'm sitting on the toilet. I can hear my little brother speaking to my parents in the attic (where my parents sleep). They are saying that my brother should go check on what I'm still doing up. So, as I walk out of the toilet, he comes down the stairs and follows me into my room. He asks "Why are you doing homework this late?". I don't really answer his question I think (at least I can't remember). I look at him and I see a silver watch on his wrist (he doesn't have one IRL) with a glowing pale blue LED light on it. I ask about it and he tells me he just went out to buy it with my parents. As he raises his wrist to show it, it becomes a ring around his thumb similar to the ring an ex-girlfriend of mine used to wear. He shows that it isn't very easy to put it on and off his thumb and I think about my own ring (which I don't really have) and how mine is a lot easier to put on. 2: I'm the chairman, oh no I'm not I am going to university because there's supposedly an event from my study association. It's raining like hell and the world is dark and grey and gloomy. As I arrive I look at my watch and see that I have only three minutes left. Then I remember I am the new chairman of the association and I stress out a little because I have no idea what I should say to the other members in my speech. I run into J, an old friend, and he greets me. I stop for a moment but cut him off when he wants to start a conversation and say "I'm the new chairman so I should hurry. Oh no, no, I'm not the chairman, just the financial administrator!". Neither of these things are actually true IRL. Next I run into someone who I recognize as someone in charge of the association. Another member is there as well. We are supposed to run some sort of obstacle course which involves running and jumping but also licking a plastic table. After running for 10 seconds the guy who's in charge tells us to stop because the weather is just too miserable. We walk past a building, and through the windows I can see some people who I think belong to a different association in a sauna, sweating their asses of and looking terribly unhappy. We all laugh at them. 3. Revealed Recordings This dream is pretty vague. I'm in some camping-like area. I'm standing in front of a tent and there's a string spun in front of it with 6 large T-shirts hanging from it. The shirts are identical and all have the logo of Hardwell's music label Revealed Recordings on the front. I look at the sizes and I am surprised to see that even though they are all really large, they're all size Medium. My mother is there as well and all of it has to do with me starting my own company. In one instant I think to myself: "When the hell did I decide to start my own company? I have no time for this shit!" and then I just ignore it. There's also a fragment in which I am posting here on Dream Views and I read posts from some members and have some sort of discussion, but I was half-awake, half-asleep all the time and it was just a restless, frustrating experience.
Trying CAN-WILD last night but the alarm was too loud and long so woke me up too much. I was actually in a dream each time it went off so it has promise. I think I had a false awakening before this but can't remember enough to be sure. 1) It's night time. I'm outside next to some sort of communal building of a tribe of people. I pick up half a carcass and move it around, it's going to be used to trap something. I'm stood outside the building again at the back, there's a slope up the hill and we seem to be looking for something, I get the feeling that someone else tried before and failed. Then we are inside the building and it's light, I see a man riding a horse with a child on his shoulders and the child bumps into the rafters. I think there mightbe an elephant around as well. Now it's bright daylight and I look outside, we are by the side of a large dock, there's a hotel on the other side of it, suddenly a large crane swings across, I notice a woman is hung from it doing acrobatics. My canwild alarm went off. 2) I was in another dream when the next canwild went off, tried to remember it but went straight back to sleep. 3) In a sports hall type space with a round roof. There's a man cycling around it upside down. I explain to my daughter that he is generating his own gravity by cycling around the roof as if we are on a space station, then I think that we should be floating but realise that a system is generating gravity for us. The man starts climbing down a pole (or up from his point of view) to the point of zero gravity as if we were on a space station but it still actually looks like a sports hall. I explain this to my daughter. Everyone claps as he floats in the air then lands on the ground. 4) Another dream in a house with friends, I don't have time to try to remember the details, got to get to work! 5) In an office chair. Something to do with being on holoiday with scouts. I have to get back to my house. The chairs sets off taking me there, it's exciting as it's travelling really fast through crowds of people and up onto a pavement. I'm outsdie a house and I wonder if it can fly, then I'm up above the trees in the chair. An exciting dream.
First Dream. Me and my friend (Lets call him "D") are in a blue/white themed hotel bedroom and I think we are going somewhere. He is wearing a dark blue ensemble of a vest, long-sleeved shirt, tie, dress pants and leather shoes. I want to get ready as well, so I start to get undressed - totally forgetting D is in the room. When I realize he is also in the room, I hide behind a cupboard door. He asks, "What?" and respond, "I totally forgot you were there!" because I am insecure about my naked body, I don't want D to witness it. He tells me not to worry about it and to come out from behind the door - not the reaction I would have gotten in waking life (he would've told me to get changed and hurry up). I refuse to come out and say "No. I want to get dressed behind here". D tells me not to be silly and then - completely out of character!! - tells me to show him what I look like! I don't answer so he comes over to the door and pulls it away from me. Even though I have no reason to be insecure about my body, I feel it in this dream. He says "You look fine." SO OUT OF CHARACTER BECAUSE HE THEN ADDS WITH A NOD "Not bad at all." He smiles at me in a flirty way and I kind of enjoy it, but my main reaction is just confused because he would never do that in waking life! Second Dream. Me and D (yes, from the first dream) are talking and we believe we are communicating in real life, awake. We talk about weird dreams we've had, and dreams we've had recently. I tell D i had a weird dream about him but I lie about the contents, afraid he already knows I'm attracted to him. Third Dream. I'm lifting something into the sky - it's like a spaceship/island - by using all these dragons with the help of some friends. A little guy falls of his dragon, because he's the weak one in the team. A tsunami goes underneath us and nearly kills the guy who fell, but I save him by activating a water pump under his feet and he is pushed up into the air with us and stays there. Last Dream. My friend (Lets call her J) is taking selfies with a random chick in a car, and I'm on the backseat. I realize I'm third-wheeling and feel awkward so I get out of the car and say I feel sick and that I'm going home. I crawl up a really steep driveway and end up talking to an attractive guy who asks where I'm going and I tell him that I want to go to the house directly west of me but that somehow I got lost. We end up talking about zombies and pretend that the people across the park are zombies and pretend to shoot them with arrows. Then I realize they really are zombies and go into the house to the west. I pick up a plank of plywood and attempt to kill the zombie in front of me by beating it over the head . 4 more come to the window I'm at and I can hear more behind me. I decide it's join or die a horribly painful death, so I offer my hand to the zombie in front of me, hoping he'll bite me and I'll turn. He does bite, and it hurts, but they don't try to attack me. Now that I've joined them, I go and try to be a zombie too. I lick my fingers - random much? - and they taste like feta cheese which reminds me of the attractive guy for some reason. The Dream ends.
Warming up I'm not so sure where I am. It seems to be inside. There's a group of people and one trainer. We have to go from one side to the other side of the room, performing certain moves, akin to a warmup. I forgot what we did for the first round, but for the second round we have to slide one foot forward in a half circle, so that we keep facing another direction the whole time and squat in between moving forward. To my left is a guy who is a bit bigger than I am. To his left is the trainer. To my right is the rest of the group. Once we're on the other side of the room we have to do the same thing to go back. This time however it's more of an obstacle course. It looks like a bed without a mattress. At some points there are slats missing, plus there's stuff spread all over the place. The guy goes first, but returns after a few second to give it a retry. Family time I'm in the Intertoys with my little brother. We're playfighting, even though it's probably not that appreciated. I make sure that the fight doesn't last long. I lay him down on the ground and make sure he can't move. Sweet, I won the bet, he has to pay up. We go to the register and he has to pay at least €90,- + €20,- and that's with me cutting him some slack. I have my 6 months old cousin with me. I give her to the girl behind the register and she starts washing her hair, as if this is a hairdresser. I'm a bit worried. She's got my cousin sitting up right and water is sometimes pouring over her face, making me worry about her being able to breathe. It turns out all fine though. I take my cousin with me. We're somewhere else now. My cousin and I start having a conversation. First she's using one word at a time, which already surprises me. After a few moments she's using full, grammatically correct sentences. I'm surprised at her intelligence.
This post got refreshed by mistake, here's the cliff notes version. The dream starts with me in a parking garage surrounded by people on their laptops. I somehow know that I'm supposed to steal a flash drive. Sneak over to guys laptop, look through his computer when he goes to the bathroom. Dream fragment about a beach boardwalk that looks like a video game. I'm in an SUV with a woman driving and three other people outside my house. My neighbor yells at her for stealing pizza. We then go to a museum, inside dinosaur statues are moving by themselves and behind us a mob of zombies starts chasing us. We run into a bathroom and manage to find an exit. This chase actually went on for a while, at one point we were cut off by two mobs of zombies and I had to dash past them. We manage to find the exit to the building and get back to the SUV and drive off. I'm now back at my house, but it's still part of the same dream. I then have a false awakening and I'm sleeping on the living room couch. Dad asks me if it's because our dog is sick and I'm depressed, I say that I am scared to go into my room because these snakelike creatures with hooked heads are in there, and they are haunting our dog and not separate creatures but all part of one creature. He then leaves and I get off the couch and see that my dad's truck is parked right in front of the front door. This is weird enough for me to do an RC I do three reality checks and they all fail. One where I try to blow through my closed, one where I overlap my fingers and count the spaces formed, and one where I look for my palm lines. The living room looks very realistic too so I accept that I'm not dreaming. Shortly later I wake up.
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