I had about 6 dreams but pain interrupted me from logging them all. I have a zit from hell inside my nose! I set my special tone alarm (Illuminate, which I highly recommend. It's already on all iphones) on my phone to wake me up every 2 hrs & it worked well but logging was too hard due to the complexity of my dreams combined with the pain from this damn zit. I feel like someone punched me in the face. Every time my alarm would go off I had to get up & take part of a pain pill & I wanted to be able to have more dreams so I chose not to log them all. These are the 2 I did log. D1: One of the characters was from "Bates Motel" which I was watching season 3 before I went to bed. She was the Queen in this baby factory. I was in this big factory with assembly lines which were using the Queen like a Queen bee to colonize a civilization. I was babysitting some of the kids upstairs. It was really creepy. D2: I was in this women's prison but it wasn't a normal prison. It actually was set up like a reoccurring dream I have of living w/ like age teenage girls. It wasn't that interesting but I became lucid & just wanted it to end because of what it represents. (I spent 2 years in a group home in my teens. I was in a similar environment at a Women's Domestic Violence shelter w/ my 3 oldest kids a crazy amount of times. Then yesterday I had to go back to the town where I was in the Girl's home as a teenager for 2 yrs which brought up a bunch of feelings... Yesterday we had to go to my sister n laws house in that town. My brother in law was just trying to make conversation & had no idea that I had extremely bad memories there. But it became a topic when I said I used to live there & we unfortunately were just 3 blocks away from where it used to be. The conversation was unexpected & I almost freaked out at the dinner table but I kept my head & dealt w/ it. Today I'm kind of in a funk over it all but that's okay.... This also was a sync of sorts due to the fact that I just found out recently that they moved the girls home & now I was back there for the first time in approximately 28 years.) Non-Lucid-Green Lucid-Red Side Notes-Purple Astral Projection/AP-Brown
Lucid dreaming is this funny thing where if you do it once - or several times - you feel as if you are on the cusp of discovering the secret to having lucid dreams at least 4 times a week. You begin to make firm intentions that you will have a lucid dream the next opportunity to get to go sleep. Then it doesn't work and you feel like you are back at square one; that you don't have a clue how lucid dreaming works. The good news is that I am starting to hone in on the common denominator between all of my successful lucid dreams for the past week(2). In the 7 years that I have been trying to 'Master Lucid Dreaming', it has become abundantly clear that there is no brute-forcing lucidity into the dream world via mantras, writing, visualization or some other method. Most of my lucid dreams have happened when there has been little to no intention to do so. I simply became aware and realized that I was dreaming and began to explore my dream only for the dream to end 10 seconds later. I have two more techniques I would like to try.
There was a lot of this dream dedicated to the film Ruby Sparks but I've forgotten it now.
Haven't recalled too much. From a long dream I could recall only done kind of basin out bowl with liquid, probably water or mercury. There was a green background.
It was a short lucid but still worth writing I suppose. I became lucid inside my house and flew out the window. Reminding myself that nothing in the dream was real and that I had full control. Being in the backyard now I decided to fly up but uncertainty hit me as I fell down because anxious thoughts came to mind. I shook it off though and used my hands to fly just as a bird would. I went up but than went down, than up as if I was at war with myself. I decided to just land on the roof. Not feeling up to the Hero task yet. I needed to feel comfortable with my dream surrounding again. I hovered a bit as the setting was changing and noticed a bear in a window looking as if he was aggressive and wanted to bite me. "Your not real and your gonna be a nice bear" I thought approaching the bear. When I got close to the brown bear I pet its head and it lay down on the floor submissively. But than I felt myself being pulled and thought I was going to wake up. The bear managed to jump to me as the dream was doing its glitch thing. It put its nose under my hand and moved in a cuddly manner. "Aw..He still wants me to pet him"I thought. I than had a false awakening. I sat up on the bed and the room was completely different. It had the style of a modern/old country room. With furniture up to date and old like a medium sized old black t.v sitting on a wooden wardrobe.I looked around than thought about whether i was awake or not. I bit my finger and it was rubbery. I felt no pain. I was still in the dream. I closed my eyes and repeatedly thought about waking up but it wasn't working so I just decided to put up with it. Thinking about Eye was my next goal but when he came he was more like a doll that toppled over if you hit it. Kind of lifeless. Think I woke up after that. I'll try to do the bee task tonight. l
I was in a city with massive buildings and the majority of them were hotels, but it was completely empty. I pulled out my phone and made a post on /r/AskReddit. The title was, "If you were in a completely empty hotel by yourself, what would you do?" It got a ton of upvotes and I got a ton of responses, so I decided to try them. I went in to a hotel and it had a really weird open layout. All the rooms were completely open and there were no walls. Another hotel had these rooms that moved. You got to your room by using an elevator type machine which moved the rooms around.
04.07.2016 (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I fell asleep during SSILD before I intended to, during the first minute of short cyckes, and found myself semi-lucid in a dream. I was talking to my brother about something, we were getting ready to go to the university. I put on a new shirt and pants that I had just bought. The pants were huge and I noticed that I had accidentally bought them 6 sizes over my waist size. I told him to drive me to the store; it was a owned by a chinese couple and located in a very sketchy place. It was sorta fenced by high walls and there were hobos all over the place. I went inside (and this time I also noticed they had given me breast implants when I bought the pants) and returned the pants; I asked the cashier I also wanted to return the implants. She grabbed a scapel, and without even washing her hands or putting on gloves, made an incision on my left pec and pulled the implant out. I was bleeding quite a bit. She grabbed a normal stappler and stappled the insicion. She told me taking out the first one was free, but the second one would be 1000 dolars. I left with one impant still inside. My brother was gone and there were riots everywhere. People were getting killed all around me. A group of people with swords stared chasing me. I ran towards the back of the store and remembered I could use super powers. I tried shooting a kamekameha at them but nothing came out. I ran towards a wall, and ran up the wall and over. I kept running as fast as I could. I reached a building and climbed it. At the roof I noticed a group had followed me and were entering the building. I jumped down the building and glided towards a hospital I used to work at. The hospital was like a maze and different to how I remembered it. I made a "EMERGENCY" sign appear in one hallway which led me to the ER. I told the nurses at triage that I had been abducted and woke up with breast implants (thought that would make it a bit less embarassing) and they sent me in to get it removed.
04.07.2016 (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I was in a different planet. There was almost no vegetation, it was very arid. I saw two bonobos walking up a mountain and talking to eachother in a foreign language. I tried to follow them but they got lost. I realized I was in Earth but it was now dominated by non-human apes. I was coming out of the Temple of Time and started getting shot at. I looked around and saw Skull Kid hoding a sort of arrow machine gun. I hid behind a wall, pulled out the light arrows and shot him in the head. He ran away. I was with a group of people in a dark place; it might have been a simulation inside the chamber of time in Kami's lookout. We were being taught how to control our Ki. I wanted to learn to fly right away but knew it would take time. I put my hands facing each other and tried to create a small Ki ball, but instead my hands just got a little warm. I thought it was good progress.
I was working on the layout of an old newspaper and the image of a man at a radio station talking into a mic appeared. He said he had been working at this station since 1865 under the title of ‘Father of the House.’ I remember thinking he didn’t look that old, maybe only 45. I was working at the cafe, very busy section towards the front of the house. Two women together ordered food, changed tables while waiting on food so I had trouble finding them at first. One of the women told me she hadn’t ordered this dish: it was a baking pan of 4 enchilada-shaped objects wrapped in what looked like blue plastic. It was called ‘the Four Plastics’ and I remembered her ordering it but I didn’t argue. She said she had ordered the ‘Rhubarb Salad. Lots of detailed activity happened that I don’t remember well now- fumbling with computer and ordering food, fumbling at cash register and fumbling getting people checks. I was at the cash register and I could see a girl in my section was out of water. I grabbed a pitcher and I walked over to her. She was a regular (dream- but she seemed to be a younger female version of a waking life regular I used to know) and she had a drink when I got to her table. She said it was an accident that she gestured towards me, that she had been doing some kind of experiment/magic. She was only 19, had long auburn hair, giant round glasses, and an awkward face. She was nice, but very strange. I felt bad for her, and wanted to find a way to help her grow into herself, specifically initially helping her to speak in a more eloquent manner. But I didn’t say anything. I listened to her tell me and some other people how she was tiring about going to a costume party, but that she would probably stay at home and dress up at her place alone. Maybe as a tomato? I can’t remember. We had a new chef and a new [manager?] at the cafe. They were loyal to each other. I had a small black puppy with me behind bar at one point. It was scrambling in my arms and ran around behind the bar and up to the top to greet some customers. At one point there was an ex president visiting. He was of an asian background and he lived in this town that the cafe waist now that he was retired. His daughter worked at the cafe. They had been eating and listening to audiobooks that we rented out- a long series of perhaps 12 titles, all written on his receipt that he handed me at the cash register when he walked up. Initially he told me, ‘Don’t freak out…’ when he walked up. I told him I was remaining relaxed. One of the titles had the word phantom in it. I had trouble ringing them up but I did the best I could. A woman manger came up to me later and told me to organize them in a better way. I told her I wasn’t sure how- but she shoved the receipt into my chest and walked away. I don’t remember it happening, but my husband had left me. I had moved on to an ex from long ago and he had left me as well. Then I had moved on to yet another ex, and we had been living in an old apartment similar to one we actually lived in in real life. We had issues and then we decided to stay together but get different apartments. I found one that was slightly cheaper at $640/month in the same complex. He eventually left me too. I remember feeling sad that everyone seemed to leave me, that something must be wrong with me. I woke up (false) on my bed with my jeans and t-shirt on. I couldn’t recall going to bed, thought I must have bee really tired and just passed out when I came home from work. As I laid there, I looked up and could see a bunch of bikes hanging around me, and a bike part on my bed. Then I saw my mom through a window in my bedroom door. She came in and I told her that my ex had left me. I told her I already had my own place, and she seemed to be trying to help me plan my future, saying, ‘That’s not so bad…’ about the price of the apartment. I felt sad about living in this city again, didn’t want to be there. She was giving me $160 for my birthday. I told her I wanted a bike. My apartment was a the foothills of some mountains. In the valley there was a large river. It was beautiful, though I didn’t acknowledge it in the dream. To the southwest , and n the opposite side of the river, was another range of mountains, and one structure in particular looked like a giant rock monster. I imagined him as a mythological being, that sometime woke up and ran through the valley, creating the river bed. He seemed slightly scary. Thoughts: I think I’m subconsciously afraid that I am not treating my husband well enough and fear him leaving me. I think this fear is valid but not really applicable, as we have great communication and things are good with us. I think this comes from general anxiety within my self about many things in my life. The cafe dreams are definitely a reoccurring theme, and I suppose I feel like I am struggling to keep up with things and making too many mistakes. Again I think it comes from a general anxiety, maybe specifically over my career.
I wasnt allowed to play the game cause i was sick. I ran into cody and he said his mom was coming to the game. I wsnt really sick the nirse just said so, i was furious. I broke a mirror. Fought some kid. So mucj angr in this dream
Morning of July 4, 2016. Monday. I am visiting my brother Earl (May 23, 1940-November 29, 2007; half-brother on my mother’s side) and his family mostly as they were in the late 1980s. It seems to be the Saint Cloud Street house except that there is another house adjoined to it on the west side of it with an unlikely unlocked door in the middle of the living room wall, that one can actually go into the other house through. A dog is heard whining, the sound of which carries through the walls and closed door. It turns out to be my brother’s former dog that he had given to his neighbors previously, perhaps months earlier. My sister-in-law seems annoyed. (This dog was a black Labrador named Gypsy. He had it in Florida when I was a boy and had kept it indoors at my sister Marilyn’s house for a time in late 1978 when he was living in a place for a time that did not allow dogs. For some reason, it would bark furiously at my brother-in-law when he came home from work though did not actually attack. He had a different dog at the Saint Cloud Street address though, which had seizures and would start shaking and just fall over at times though quickly recovered each time, thus this dream confuses the two.) My brother opens the door to go directly into his neighbor’s house and he leaves the door open. This makes me feel a bit strange, as it seems like a severe imposition. His neighbors are apparently not home, though I consider that one of them, an older male, may still be in bed, but this is only a vague possibility in the back of my mind - no evidence manifests. My brother goes in and gets the dog and makes comments about its nature and how his neighbors may not have been looking after it properly or feeding it enough. He carries it in an impossible way. It sits across his upheld hands somewhat like a statue, only about the size of a large cat, in lying position, and it whines and shakes very oddly. He takes it into another room of his house in the back. The door to the adjoined neighbor’s house remains open and I continue to reflect on what an imposition this is on my brother’s part. I feel a bit wary with possible upcoming embarrassment should these people return home and see the door open as such. Updated on Thursday, 10 August 2017. The doorway waking symbolism here is oddly sustained. My emergent consciousness is not rendered as a dog very often, especially a nervous dog. However, this dream predicted certain aspects of my physical body a year later (related to unexplainable anxiety, which I only had at one other point in my life in my twenties). It is also an interesting marker because July 4th (the date of this dream) also relates to pets such as dogs and cats being spooked by fireworks and sometimes running off and remaining lost for a time.
Morning of July 4, 2016. Monday. At first, I am wandering about in what I first think is a business building though there are not that many people around. There had been a slight focus on catching a bus (from the La Crosse post office area - even though I now live in Australia), but my attention shifts. I see an unknown male walking towards me in the dimly lit hall. I notice in one large office I glance into that Terry O'Quinn is standing in semidarkness near a desk as if ready to go home. I say “Hello Anthony” and wave and he seems slightly startled and annoyed by my presence and simply responds with “Huh?” I keep walking thinking that I should have called him Mister Quinn. I do not catch that I had called him by the wrong name (and although he has a brother named Thomas Anthony Quinn, I got the name mixed up with the other Anthony Quinn, the Mexican-born American actor who died in 2001). I am now a young female flying in a loose-fitting superhero costume. My very large cape has narrow vertical red and white stripes (which is an obvious association with the American flag and its waving though I do not perceive this as such while in my dream, although a cape itself is a dream sign that represents being under a bedsheet or blanket). I feel good as I fly through an area between tall buildings. A young male approaches me from the opposite direction and he is wearing the same costume as I am. We end up on the ground where there are several other people, which seems somewhat of a family reunion in a metropolitan park. After a time, he seems in awe that I am flying without aid. It turns out that he had been held up by wires (I assume, linked to all the buildings). I can see a number of wires that are attached to him from different directions (which is an obvious play on the dream self as being a “marionette” of the unconscious state in non-lucid dreams), almost as complex as a spiderweb. Eventually, he seems angry that I can really fly and he cannot. Suddenly, I am a different character, myself as I am now. I am now apparently the father of the previous female character who is still with us. I tell him that I had flown all my life and he seems surprised and annoyed. I tell him that I had flown a lot in Wisconsin when it was too cold for others to be out, though it also seems that my family is the only one with members who can fly. Eventually, my female character is now me again, but later becomes a male flying character (though not the other male who “flew” with wires). In the next scene, I am going to Terry O'Quinn’s house (its location of which I somehow know though none of this dream’s settings are familiar in any way) to, I think, as a courier, get some documents relative to a business venture. It still seems to be in the afternoon. A group of about ten or more males are standing in a sparse arrangement (somewhat equidistant) in his front yard. They seem to not like my special abilities, including my flying ability, and start to approach me aggressively. I blow lightly in their direction as I am going onto the porch and somehow they are all knocked down by an invisible force and do not get up. I look into Terry’s bedroom (obvious dream sign; the dream self reflecting on the conscious self still being in bed), and see that he had been sleeping, and as such, he again makes a sort of frustrated “Huh?” sound. Deciding not to annoy him any further, I walk back out onto the porch, which is now perpendicular to where it had just been seconds before (that is, rotated ninety degrees to the right - and this is a long-recurring sudden illogical setting change) and facing the street instead of the large yard at the side of the house. Soon, a male in a business suit comes out to talk to me. I try to discern if this is Terry, though I ask him if he is Tony, but it is someone else. He is a younger male (perhaps about twenty) wearing horn-rimmed glasses. He is talking to me about Terry and his tax forms (relative to business) but I do not quite understand the last sentence. He says something with a very strange playful tone (though as if also being sarcastic towards me) that sounds like gibberish. I ask him to repeat what he had said and he repeats it more loudly than before. I still cannot make out what it is as it sounds more like just a fast “nyah nyah nyah” noise. I tell him in a playful though assertive manner, almost as if talking to a child, “I can’t understand you and I don’t think I ever will” and then begin to hear lightly dramatic music playing in the background as if my dream has an overhead “soundtrack”. He just sits on the wall of the porch grinning sheepishly. As I am walking down the street, other people are looking at the sky and something seems wrong with the sun. It is supposed to be afternoon but is slightly darker than it should be. After a short time, the sun appears as a goldfish drawing etched into the sky in bright orange strips of fire (which almost seems natural and normal). A circle of fire is around it. However, this fire seems to hit an invisible spherical barrier a short distance out from the sun. “There is a barrier around the sun,” several people begin to note and say as a small crowd gathers around near one intersection. Everyone seems concerned. I am not that concerned considering that if this were real, it would be the end of the world. Time passes, and eventually there are images in the sky of witches in a circle, from about the waist up, holding their hands out vertically and trying to match the fire shooting out of the now crystal ball sun by sending their own fire (from the palms of their hands) back into the “sun”, which seems to “explain”. the supposed barrier There is a loud sizzling sound that also seems to have elements of hissing, breathing, and snoring. What a long bizarre and surreal mixed-up dream. What is unusual is the goldfish, as a fish is typically an induction symbol (which directly represents the dreamer in the dream state), though here is the waking precursor and light-of-day symbol (dawning consciousness as sunrise and circadian rhythms metaphor). I guess this is because gold represents conscious activity in the dream state, so the goldfish oddly serves as this dream’s flight symbol (that is, the main consciousness displacement representation that occurs in the majority of my dreams). Fire represents emerging conscious awareness within the dream state and as such, sometimes causes the dream’s dissolution (unless lucid).
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