This dream was part of a nap, in which I had a bunch of dreams. The others aren't that interesting tough, so I think I'll only be posting this one. I was at home, lucid, altough it seemed I was in a low level of lucidity. For some reason, I wanted to have the powers of Saitama from One Punch Man. I was trying to show off to someone in my house that I was really fast, by running down a hallway. I wanted to be able to run along it in the blink of an eye. I was pretty fast, but nowhere as fast as I wanted to be. After a few tries some people entered my home and I went to the living room. For some reason, I was kinda pissed off, so I ripped out the bars in the window (there are some bars along the window IRL, to keep children from falling) with my own hands. For some reason I felt like I screwed up and shouldn't have done that, I guess I tought that because I wasn't very lucid. I tried to climb out of the window, but somehow ended up climbing back in. I think I jumped out of the window and flew around. I eventually landed in front of the building where I live. At this point, I somehow became more lucid and tried to remember one of my dream tasks. I had a lot of stuff planed but since I was dreaming about superpowers anyway, I tought "Ah screw it, I might as well try to use my hero powers". I saw a store nearby and tought about trying to find my hero suit (from the Dream Hero League). I entered it and it was kinda empty, save for a clerk I found there. I asked him if my suit was ready, and they told me that it was. We walked into another section of the store, which had more stuff in it. There was a a counter with some clerks behind it and there was a line with some people. There were also some shelfs with potted plants on them. The clerk took me to the counter and the clerk behind the counter gave me a box with my suit in it. As I rushed out of the store, excited I started opening it. I had to stop to calm myself down a little, so I wouldn't lose the dream. When I opened the box up, everything was there. However, my gloves where made of cotton instead of leather. I didn't notice that, as I was distracted at how comfortable they looked . I asked the store clerk if by just putting on the glove, the whole costume would appear on me (just a shortcut so save some time) and they said that it would. However, I couldn't put it on, as it still had those little plastic bits that come on new clothes, which you have to remove (dunno what they're called) and they kinda where tying down the hole in which I was supposed to fit my hand through. As I was struggling with the gloves, a guy that looked like Harry Potter suddenly appeared beside me. He looked way older for some reason. He was angry for some reason, asking if I was a wizard (he called me some name that I don't remember right now) and I denied it. I was gonna tell him my Hero name (Ryuk) but I couldn't remember it at the time. I them lost lucidity and the dream turned into some manga panels from My Hero Academia. The dream ended shortly after.
Updated 06-28-2016 at 01:19 AM by 36767
I'm in a great big hotel or something where there are a lot if floors and rooms plus kitchens downstairs. There is a man of eastern descent who asks me to get him towels for his shower which is already running and the room full of steam though he's still dressed and outside the shower. Somehow I know that he will be using oil with the towels to clean his skin (before the shower?) so I go downstairs to the kitchen and ask the lady in charge for towels and she knows who its for and gives me this huge stack of towels which I being back to the man. I turn to leave and he tells me to stay, I turn to him and he says to me, you know he's cheating on you, I know he means my husband
I woke up with a sore throat & runny nose. I only had non-lucids & lost my recall cuz I had to get up & blow my nose & all that junk so my dreams had to take a backseat. But I did spend a lot of time researching stuff online last night which was fun.
Strange dream; I Usually think twice about posting things that might be embarrassing, but hey, dreams are dreams so here goes one of my more silly ones. I was a young woman probably mid teens since I Still lived at home. I didnt have my father growing up in real life and that was reflected here since I only recall a mother figure and maybe sisters and brothers but I had gone to find my own space and climed into a building of some sort where I was alone. I fell asleep and heard voices, one was instructing a shadow like figure to take me (yes, in a sexual context) it told the shadow man to make me more meek and powerful... Don't judge lol.... Anyway the shadow replied how it was surprised that I was willing to accept its advance as I was full of fire and then laughed and said how it even had a witness to my willinness. Then the next thing I'm outside on a porch and I think at a small table with crumbs on it so I try to levitate one of the smallest crumbs, its easy so I try on a bigger one and Im surprised how easy this is and so I try to fly through panes of glass, easy. That's about where I lost the dream.
I was at a mechanics to get my car fixed. A song came on the radio (some old R&B or funk song) that I liked, and I felt happy. I told someone that my Dad used to love this song. I started flowing around the parking lot. Realized I was dreaming and became lucid. I flew into the sky and saw 3 blue jays flying near me. I decided to fly next to them, but one of them looked wary of me so I sped up and flew really fast towards the mountains in the distance. I was high up, and there were clouds, and it was beautiful. I landed on the highest peak of the mountain, and I discovered a small room just inside of the rock I landed on. It had a small branch carved into the stone and an olive-green cushion to make the seat more comfortable. There were 2 windows carved into the stone as well, and I looked back out towards the area I flew from. As I climbed down I lost lucidity. I walked past a house that was partially open (missing outside walls) and I saw an area with lots of shelves and interesting [nature-based?] art. All I can really remember about these objects is that I saw leaves and wood. I needed to take a shower before a road trip. I had trouble deciding which shower I would use. I knew I had hours until I needed to leave so there was no rush. I was living in an apartment complex and driving home through the parking lot. I knew I needed to pay my rent but the office was closed. I saw who I thought was the office manager outside talking to another person and I briefly thought maybe I would just walk down and pay the rent to her. But when I parked near the office I saw that there were designated slots to put your rent check in after hours and I decided I would do that. My last name was completely different than my maiden or married name: Polley. First name was the same. Thoughts: I have no idea. I have been getting good sleep the last few nights. The lucid dream wasn’t the most lucid I’ve been. I will have to think about these for a while.
This dream really took after reality. It began with my family moving in to a new bungalow for my parents to retire into. The place was super nice, but there were so many glass walls they were even in the bathroom. I left my family to move in and hopped in the range rover. Drove across town until I realized my brother was graduating. I made it to the grad and saw all of my old class. Unlike previous graduation dreams, I came in there feeling very confident. I saw Dylan, and when he looked at me with nothingness I looked at my wrist, and viola, I was wearing the beachman. I should have reality checked here, as the watch was on the wrong wrist, but I ignored the fact so I could talk to him about it. We chatted about beachman for a while and he was very surprised. Eventually I left the conversation, and went into the unknown. There was a point when I had to fight against an ancient enemy of the school, some strange species that kept launching me high in the air, so I would use the fall to piledrive them or something.
This dream took place in the Heroes-universe, between the last volume, and Heroes: Reborn. Noah looked far more muscly than I remembered, almost like a bodybuilder. The longer I looked, the less I recognized him. I don't recall why I was there exactly, but I can imagine it had something to do with his daughter. There was a dream in which I was in some kind of military/research installation. I was in the part that still had some people roaming around, but most of the facility was abandoned, I think. I ignored this and wandered off deep in the bowels of the base. At some point I entered a large, cavern-like hall, almost like a grotto, where I was attacked by demons (the Doom 2 variety). I failed miserably the first time (got caught in massive crossfire), but I got to "try" again and handled the situation differently. I shot the imps by the entrance with a machine gun, and picked off demons one by one (several manchubi), avoiding the trigger that released the cyberdemon until last. Then I handled him with a rocket launcher. Then I ran off through some other room. In this part I was in some kind of "war room", facing a wall where several factions had set up TV screens showing war data (or something like it). There were the Germans, and I think the Allies, but the Nazi's were a separate faction who did not have a space of their own, and roamed around between the other factions. I approached two guards on the opposite wall, who were guarding something like a fuse box attached to said wall. They wore modern battlesuits and helmets that obscured their faces. I fought them with the combat mechanics of the game Mirror's Edge Catalyst (fists, slide-kicks, jump-kicks), but especially the guard on the left was tough as hell and didn't take a lot of damage. At some point I got a combat knife somehow. I dispatched the weaker guard on the right (or did I beat him and *then* take his knife?) with ease, and started viciously stabbing the stronger guard, who was soon whimpering and at very low health. Suddenly, the guard had no helmet on anymore, and I saw it was a girl. A pretty one, too. I ignored it, jabbing the knife in her stomach (which was now bare for some reason, I noticed she had a navel ring) and jerking the knife upwards, attempting to disembowel her. But then, I felt sorry for what I was doing. I caressed her face in consolation, and noticed that everywhere I touched her, her body was dripping wet with some kind of oil - which was weird. I recall kind of hugging and kissing her, and perhaps eventually having sex with her right there. *REDACTED DETAILS* Anyway, I was interrupted by Hitler who was coming my way. I stood a few meters away from the fuse box thing, next to my fellow operative Benedict Cumberbatch (later I started to doubt, thinking he was Michael Fassbender instead). I asked him if he spoke German. He answered "a little". Hitler looked at us, saying something in German. I just stood there smiling like an idiot, hoping my mate would say something, anything. He did not, but we got away with it. I vaguely remember driving a car, and pulling into a narrow alley onto a parking lot. There were a lot of cops, so I turned around and left again. It's possible I'm confusing reality (memory) with fiction at the moment.
Bedtime: 12:00 am Wakeup: 8:00am Dream 1: I am at a hair show, and I'm with a girl I knew in high school (dreamsign), and I need to do a touchup on her friend. We decide on what formula to use (40g 5N + 4g DBG + 20 vol) and I have the 5N, but I need to get the DBG from another stage. I make my way over there to get the color while trying not to draw any attention to myself for some reason. Then I return and mix the color, but I look into the bowl and realize the color tube was in the bowl and I poured all the color onto it, so then I grab another bowl and try again, and the same thing happens. I start freaking out because I'm wasting so much color, but I finally get it right and apply the touchup on this guy, even though the show is ending. Once I get the right mix, the color looks like a rainbow tint, like how you see those weird rainbow colors in oil. I look into the color and it feels like I'm sucked into it, it takes me to another dream scene. I didn't notice this really as I was dreaming... I could see another scene in the reflection of the rainbow color and I looked so closely that I was transported there. In the second scene, I'm with a coworker at a gas station and she's saying that the gas company is pumping Tryptamine into the gas, and that she's been recording it. She presses a button and the giant sign that usually posts the gas prices is now displaying how much Tryptamine is in the gas. I have no idea what this means but I think it was bad. Dream 2: I'm at a pride festival, but I'm in a hosptial gown laying on a gurney. I'm in a procession that's leading to a stage, and I'm wheeling myself with my arms. Eventually someone helps me and once I get on the stage I'm wearing a nice suit. I'm standing now with a bunch of other people in suits, and they're clapping, so I turn around and start clapping for everyone I'm with, but someone tells me to turn around because I'm getting an award. I have no idea what the award is for, but I turn around and wait. Then I get put back on the gurney, and my grandpa is there and he carries me off the stage. My uncle is there too. They take me back and I notice a big sign that has my name on it and all these people have signed it. I'm back in the hospital gown and I'm wheeled over to a train. The front of the train is open, it almost looks like the front of a boat. There is a drag queen in the front and she's crying. I want to ask her what is wrong but then the train shoots through a tunnel. The festival ends and I have to get off the gurney and walk, but I'm limping really badly. I'm walking in the grass back to the parking lot, but I have to scale this wall that borders a body of water. I reach a point where an old lady pushing a baby in a stroller is trying to get around me, but she somehow slips and they both fall into the water. I'm stunned at first, I see the old lady and the baby start sinking. I'm about to jump in to help them but I wake up, in one of those waking up from a nightmare type ways where you shoot up in bed. I want to DEILD back into the dream so I can help them but it doesn't work. It doesn't sound so horrible now that I'm writing it out but in the dream I was so horrified and scared for them.
Morning of June 27, 2016. Monday. I am with my wife Zsuzsanna and our children as we are now. For some reason, we are sitting in the shed which seems to be our present shed from where we live now though also seems at one point to be the shed on Loomis Street. The people in the Loomis Street house are strangers, it seems (though I only hear them talking at one point). This highly unlikely scene (of sitting around in a shed of someone we do not know, though perhaps they do not even know we are out here) does not seem unusual to me. I am seated on the floor opposite the door though Zsuzsanna is seated on an armchair to the right of the door (my viewpoint), which is open. Our children are near the wall that is perpendicular to the door. Eventually, as I am talking to Zsuzsanna, I get an absentminded idea to say “Judy”, the name of Zsuzsanna’s sister. I say it in a strange way as if making fun of her even though she is not present. However, as I say her name, I am aware she is actually approaching the shed door. She comes in looking despondent. I say, “oh sorry did I scare you?” (and by this I mean saying her name in a weird way just as she was reaching the door) and she nods. It is almost as if saying her name just made her appear in the backyard but I do not really reflect on this much. I soon notice, before she sits down to Zsuzsanna’s right (my left) across from me, that she seems to have an axe in the back of her head. This of course is odd because I doubt she would be walking around if such was the case but the imagery changes a bit. After a short time, I realize she is carrying an axe over her left ear like some people do with a pencil, pen, or cigarette. (This of course is ridiculous and impossible but seems possible in my dream.) Seeing her wearing an axe on the side of her head makes me wary as her emotional state makes me uncomfortable. As she sits down, I briefly stand up and reach out and say “Here, let me get that for you…” (pretending to be cordial rather than expressing that I think she is prone to be a threat) and take the axe off her ear and put it behind me to my left where I know where it is (in case she suddenly becomes angry). The axe is of normal size though the handle has a very slight S-shaped curve to it. (Again, it is absurd to think someone could wear an axe over their ear like a pencil but such is the way with dreams.) I make sure the axe is close to me so she cannot suddenly get to it but she remains seated where she is across from me. Behind me to my left, where the axe remains on the floor, is a feature that resembles an NBN cabinet. I do not take notice to that unlikely feature either. Layer One (Native Meanings): A shed is a common liminal space setting relevant to dreaming and waking symbolism. This is because it is a place where one may “store memories” without remaining there, a direct reference to the unconscious and being in the dream state. Judy as the personified preconscious is typically displaying a “not going to listen” metaphor, as the axe over her left ear represents a potential “cutting off” of listening to the temporary dream self identity. There are two distinct possibilities for this main dynamic of the preconscious but I presently believe that it may be an indication that unconscious access is no longer viable during the waking transition. However, it may also be that the preconscious is blocking additional threads of conscious self identity from the personified subconscious (dream self), to prevent sustained lucidity or transpersonal links (possibly for biological reasons). (A much simpler explanation is because the dreamer is asleep and thus the preconscious cannot hear the outside world that clearly.) The symbolism is validated by my non-lucid dream self placing the axe (from Judy’s left to my left) near the NBN cabinet, which also represents listening and communication (via Internet and telephone lines). This is probably because my dream self did not want a violent confrontation with the preconscious (and it also physically decreased the energy of the waking jolt). Layer Two (Probable Conscious Self Associations): Judy as the preconscious is associated with her not listening to important advice and information from people, especially in how people take advantage of her. Layer Three (Precognitive Function): We did not see Judy for a much longer time period than usual after this dream.
A strange dream caused by turning on TV by someone in the morning (I often dream about anything I hear during sleeping). I was in my house, in my room. It was late evening, two sisters with mother were tidying my room. There was a TV turned on, someone talking about a brexit and all that political nonsense. I wandered around the house - it still looked like it was before renovation, as if nothing really changed. I went to another room and saw mother again, and few more people too. They were brother's pals that work abroad, first they talked about their works and then they went for politics. I left the room and found myself in a swampy area near a river. Someone was talking about a touristical attraction of that place.
Bed: 23.00 Wake up: 07.00 Now: 07.20 Table I'm in a house. There's a long, rectangular table, with I guess about 10 people sitting at it. There's my best friend, with her brother and father. There's Tina. And then some others I'm not sure about. At one point I make a comment to my best friend about people not sitting in their seats or something. She tells her dad and brother, who immediately go back to their seats. I ask her if she realises that I was joking. Next thing I'm suddenly online with whatever device, sending a message to her dad who is in America. I make a joke about not wanting my friend to be pushed off the sidewalk. He doesn't get it. The profile picture he uses is off a Repsol bike. Home I'm back in the Netherlands for just two weeks. I've ridden a bus to some station. My mom's boyfriend is there. We talk very briefly and then I walk away with.. my mom? And grandma? We walk in the direction of a big building, of which I'm not sure what it is. It's a new building, because I've never seen it before. It looks very old though. It's impressive. Ex and bags I'm with my first ex girlfriend. It's as if we're still together. We're in bed together I guess. I'm working on getting her horny, with success. She is on her period though. She shows this by using some weird.. I don't know what it is. A rectangular pill box for her birth control. The thing becomes red if she's on her period. Dirty, glowing, bloody red. There seems to be actual liquid inside. She's hoping that we'll still have sex. Nope! I on the other hand am hoping that at least I'll get lucky somehow. Nope again. I'm in the back of a car with her. We're driving in Amsterdam. There's a blanket partially covering us and she makes use of it to reach down to my crotch. She's not very proficient at being sneaky. Luckily there is no driver and the rearview mirror has not been adjusted for the person in the passenger seat to see what's going on. The car is driving a bit though. Eventually I need to get out. I take my bag with me. Then the car starts to drive off. My mom's doing. I get very annoyed as there is still a bag or 2 in the trunk which I want to take with me. Eventually I get the opportunity for this. There's my big backpack and then there's another one. I consider for a moment which bag I'll really need. I'm gonna see my mom soon, right? Modelling I'm seeing a WhatsApp conversation on my friend Fi's phone. She's talking to D, the guy who has hired me to model for him. He's annoyed because he thinks I only look internet pretty and not real life pretty, as if my online photo's have been photoshopped. I consider for a moment that it doesn't matter at all, as he'll likely photoshop my pictures anyway.
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