Fragment upon waking: 3 groups. 3 circles. The letters 'NC.' Guys being chosen for something, maybe to fight. I watched an older man, with shoulder length white hair and wearing a fedora, ride off on a sort of monorail. It looked like he was sitting on a bike that he didn’t have to pedal. He went off into a field. No trees. He was going to get off in the middle of a field and start a job. The sun was setting and my vantage point was from the ground. There were wild flowers. I was starting job. I walked from the parking lot of a giant home supplies-type-store and inside me and two other females walked up to a cash register to check in. We were told to buy restroom passes. I also bought some cinnamon gum and some taffy candy. One of the girls behind the register suggested I buy a parking pass as well, so I did. She said it was lavender scented and I said that was great. A man next to me kept dropping change, he was with us. He looked like my old art prof. There were 2 people from an old job I had in my department at this new job. One was my new manager, I liked her. It was time for us to order food, and she gave me her order to put in. When I picked it up at another area in the giant warehouse/store, it was one small bowl of cereal, and one large bowl of cereal. I realized I had made a mistake, and took it to her and told her I would order what she wanted and I would pay for it. She wanted one small bowl of cereal and a vegetable quiche with no onions. I went to a phone and began telling the person on the other line the order when I noticed there was an echo. I saw a woman in my department just about five feet from me answering my call and putting the order in a computer. This seemed inefficient, so I walked over to her to fish the order. Then I sat down, and I was holding a folded pair of khaki slacks. As I moved there was a message I was listening to, about how someone couldn’t wait to see me. The girl overheard, and she made a cute ‘aww’ noise. She asked who it was from. I said a boy I went to school with, someone Ive known since I was 10, and I really don’t know very well at all. I added if I lived near him I probably wouldn’t be that interested in him. I told them how when were were kids, I was a cheerleader and he was a football player. I told them that later I went through a weird phase though, and that we should all have to go through a weird phase. Get fat, wear glasses, stuff like that. It builds character. We all laughed. I ordered my food finally— a veggie burger with chips. I was told that if I wanted to get chips that I needed to adopt a baby. I said ok. A few minutes later I wondered if I should have consulted my husband first, and wondered if I could change my mind but still get my food. I went to get burger, they handed me a cooked patty, no bun, condiments or plate. I looked around for chips, couldn’t find them. Thoughts: I find it strange how often I dream of exes from my childhood to semi-recent past. I don’t understand why…the guy fro this dream I haven’t thought of in years. In waking life he was my first kiss, and it was terrible for me. I was twelve years old and I wasn’t mature enough, nor interested in him at all when this happened, and I had committed to going to an upcoming dance with him as well. I went to the dance, had a horrible time. In retrospect I was just too young and not really ready to have a boyfriend. I liked boys, but as soon as they showed interest in me I felt disgusted by them. I don’t think that ended until I was around 17. The new job aspect of this dream: I am looking for part time work, but not of this nature. Maybe part of me fears getting a job I will not like or that I will make mistakes at a new job.
This is by far my favourite type of dream. It began with myself and a troupe of men returning from WWI (including tom), although I cannot remember the battlefield. Leaving our posts, we arrived back home at a camp on the top of a mountain. The place was not very large, about 50 feet across, and was beautifully round, with sparse trees for shade. The ground was covered in soft pine needles and the view down the mountain was outrageously beautiful. What happened next though was amazing, and is the best part of my brain. I found videogames in one of the small round huts in the oasis. The first game I opened was completely from my imagination and it was simply beautiful. It took place in the same setting as my 'reality' yet was much more simplistic. The art style was lower poly than my own world and coloured in beautiful pastel. The game seemed to have no clear end goal although I knew a journey of epic proportions was ahead of me. I set out to find myself a group of companions. There seemed to be few that were intelligent, but I gained many mooks on my way who would defend me with swords and such. At one point I found two twin rabbit men, who had pistols. Yet as soon as we stopped to rest, a monolithic mother-beast made of vines and stone tore the mountain apart we were on and killed the rabbits, leaving me with nothing. At this point I left the game and returned to the oasis. We encountered a bunch of new recruits who had stayed here while we were at war, and they were just leaving to go to WWII. I happily volunteered, just so they wouldn't bother trying to recruit me and would forget. They were mostly children, and were led by some very zen dude who reminded me of a kindergarten teacher in the way he spoke and moved. Eventually I tried many times to re enter the game, but every time the monster would destroy my friends. I gave up. Then I awoke. Dream Signs Tom Incredible views Impossible Physics Fantastical worlds
In which I chat about free will with a woman from Wenatchee, Thailand... I'm sitting in the living room of my childhood home. It is a Heathrow waiting room. A Thai woman, about my age, sits with me. She looks a lot like G's wife- short and cute with black bangs framing her smiling face. We chit-chat about our travels. She is returning to Thailand for the first time in twenty years. She has repeatedly overstayed her visa but has managed to get extensions each time so that she's never been illegal in the UK but she will be illegal from the point of view of the authorities in Bangkok. She's not terribly worried about this; she'll just have to pay a fine to enter. She's far more concerned with how Thailand has changed in the years she's been away. She feels she's more British now than Thai, but with the Brexit vote, she'll have to return home. I've been to Bangkok more recently than she has, and she asks my impressions. We talk a little about the city, and she tells me she's from a lakeside village in the south. She says it's the most perfect place in the world. What's your village called? I ask her. Wenatchee, she says. Wenatche? Like the town in Washington? Yes, the same. Not too far from Lake Chelan, she answers. But that's not in Thailand, that's in the US. I'm very confused. No, it's in Thailand, she insists. I tell her that my best friend lives in Seattle and that we've visited Lake Chelan. It's definitely in Washington state. She maintains that Washington state is actually in Thailand, and she points out that my best friend is married to a man from Bangkok. I'm astounded that she knows this, and I'm suddenly confused. Perhaps Thailand and Washington are connected somehow? No, that makes no sense. I'm pretty sure that Thailand and Washington are two different places. I've been to each. Americans are always trying to explain things to me about my own culture, she responds. I grew up there after all. I know a little more about it than a tourist. Well, that had to be true. Still, it just didn't settle well with me. I tell her that I don't mean to be a know-it-all but I'm really confused. She asks if it would be helpful for me to look at a map? We walk over to the center of the room where a dozen featureless two-inch tall figures stand around. They are round and lack any anatomy at all- just blobs of people. They have large faceless spherical heads connected to cartoonish limbs that look like gobs of play-dough rolled into cylinders and stuck onto round torsos. These clay men are shell white and animated. They don't have to worry about anything because everything is going to happen exactly as it always was, she says. She balls her fist and smashes one of the figures into a flat lump of clay. It was his time. Are you saying we can't escape our destinies? I ask. There is nothing any of them can do about it. It's just a fact that at some point, they are going to each be squished into a giant featureless mound of clay. I can't argue with the logic of that. Of course it's true. That's exactly what is going to happen, eventually. So we have no free will? I ask. She laughs at me. Everything is going to happen in a certain way. No escaping that. The only thing you can do is decide how you feel about it. The little men run around the floor of the airport. The Thai lady and I stand up to go back to our seats, and on her way, she steps on one of the clay figures. It sticks to the bottom of her shoe. She scrapes it off, and there is now dirt in the clay. Bits of it sticks to the airport carpet.
I haven't been posting DJs to DV a lot lately, but I found this one interesting. I remember at the dawn of a nuclear war, the governments of the world built three very large bunkers. They said there might be one in China, one in Ukraine and one in Germany, but there were only two so one of those places DIDN'T have one. The bunkers were built to look like spaceships. They had three big ring sections and a central axis, and were dark gray in color. I remember they were talking for quite awhile how the bunkers didn't start buried, but they used sonic pulses to break apart the rocks into quicksand and sink into it. They supposedly also had wheels that were gears with teeth and the sonic pulses would carve the rocks in such a way that the gear teeth would mesh with the rocks. In one of the bunkers was a female scientist who was obsessed with improving humanity so that the catastrophe that happened above ground. (It was never specified what the catastrophe was) A portion of the bunkers population were prisoners that had caused the catastrophe and fled the bunker. They had been rounded up by the non-catastrophie causers and put in prison. The female scientist decided to use these people as test subjects, willing or not. I remember she would lobotomize the prisoners and place their brains into robot bodies, then put them back into the prison. She continued to study them and noticed that even though they were robots with no need for food, water or sleep, they continued to have problems. She then realized that the root of the problem was the human mind and she needed to create something without a human mind in order to truly improve on humanity. She made a plan to create an improved human mind through genetic engineering. The next thing I remember was her killing a prisoner and extracted a small amount of fluid from his brainstem. She put it into a petri dish and poured this chemical onto it. In a grotesque but interesting manner, a blob of bluish-green goo grew from the dish and spread around the room. Human brain formed inside (only it was about twice as big as a regular human brain. It had numerous eyeballs on different colored stems all around it with. I thought the experiment had failed but in reality it had succeeded. The being rose up before its creator. The scientist had a plant to ask the creature questions, but the creature was able to answer every question before she could even ask it. It turned out the creature had telepathy. "What was the 10th's fact on the first video of the third season of the youtube channel's 'obscure facts' video?" The scientist asked. "Trick question. There were only 9 facts displayed on that video, because it was 9 facts about odd numbers." The brain blob replied. "I know that because I can read your mind." The scientist then asked the blob if it was planning on destroying humanity. The blob said that it was created with the directive of being a perfect life form, and it interpreted being a perfect life form as not terrifying or destroying those below it in any manner, so it would not. When it was unveiled to the other scientists, they were skeptical that the being wouldn't try to destroy them, but it assured them that it meant them no harm and began helping them with their research. ... I remember someone had tried to harm the brain in a blob creature and it had been reduced to a weakened state. It tasked me and my twin sister (I do not have a twin sister in real life) with transporting it to a safe location. We were in the park near my subdivision only the buildings and trail were overgrown with trees and had collapsed into disrepair. I don't remember much outside of this other than the fact that the creature was in a soup can with a radiation symbol on the side of it. I think we were on a mission to restore a solar power plant that would help with rebuilding civilization. I don't know. I just think it was interesting that the brain blob being was actually nice and helpful. -+- I was driving a school bus from the high school to my neighborhood. I remember there was this big lake and bridge where the middle of my town was and there were a lot of people on it. Someone said to me that driving a school bus without a license was a federal offense, and I saw some police coming. I said it didn't matter because I was dreaming and I woke up. -+- I had a summer job pouring concrete to help build a new airport terminal. In the evening when the construction site was closed down, I brought S and my mom to show them the incomplete building and explained to them some things about how it was going to be laid out. I remember there was some significance to the fact that I was going to use the money I made from this summer job to take an airplane trip. -+- Something to do with being in a synthetic/robotic body. May have been related to the first dream.
I'm standing at a counter top area on the first floor level of a structure which appears to be a family home. The room has a bright white hue to it. An individual resembling my father walks into the room, and I begin to get a strange feeling about the situation. I nose-plug and am hit with the realization that I'm in a dream.I take in the visual male figure in front of me, across the counter-top. I want to take the opportunity to check why my hand RCs usually never work to verify that I'm dreaming. I look at my right hand and notice that it's a near perfect re-creation. I then look at my left and notice that one of my scars is gone, and my ring is missing. I gaze left into a kitchen area, and there is a older female who resembles my mom, but with a younger look and shorter hair. She's sitting at he head of the table, and a very young girl is sitting on one of the sides working on something that appears to be school work. I intuitively realize that this is supposed to be my sister in the dreamworld; I find it very interesting, yet strange. White light spills in at the end of the table, through the glass. I see a few snacks in Tupperware set on the table to the left of the girl's school work. I turn to my mom, and am curious about the DC's concept of my name in this strange family. I ask her, "Mom, what's my name? She looks at me with a slightly annoyed expression, and in a very sarcastic tone tells me: "Football; your name is football. I look back at the table and take look at the contents of the Tupperware containers. The first contains bars with light pink. The second contains light brown bars that look like milk chocolate. I try to taste one, but it isn't very flavorful. I decide to walk to the fridge to try to make some dark chocolate bars appear. I approach and open the right door but I quickly vibrate back to my body, and hold very still, trying to DEILD for a bit.
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I'm standing out in the street in front of my home. The sun has just set to my right, and I gaze down the street at the surreal colors. I note the surreal feel, and begin to become aware of the dream-feel. I nose-plug and become lucid. I begin to fly above the lawn, and immediately start thinking about dream goals I set before bed. I see a massive ornate Christmas tree, roughly three stories high, situated in the middle of the front lawn. There are vivid ornaments - mostly red - finely decorating the tree. Many nut-cracker ornaments are on the tree as well. I wind around it, taking in all the vivid decoration while feeling a sense of joy and smiling to myself. I ask the dream for my spirit guide to appear. I circle the tree a bit and try to make it to the very center of the top to stand on it. It feels as though a small force field is keeping me away. My spirit guide doesn't show, so I decide to ask the dream how I can become lucid more often. A small evergreen tree appears on the lawn at the base of the tree. Another evergreen then spawns directly to the left of it, rivaling the size of the Christmas tree. As I fly to stand on the top, and await an answer, another larger evergreen spawns to the left of this one. An outward spiraling circle of evergreens, continuously growing in size, spirals outward as I fly upward, not quite landing on any particular one. While flying upward, I reflect on what this may mean, and consider that it either means 'trust in nature' and/or I'll progressively get better in time. I continue upward toward even taller evergreens, yet the dreams become dim very quickly and I lose lucidity for a brief period.
Portal Mirror I'm in the upstairs bathroom in my childhood home looking into the mirror. Things look fairly normal, yet I get a strange feeling, and have an inclination to RC. I nose-plug, realize I'm dreaming, and feel a bit of surprise. I walk out into the hallway. The house is dark, and it appears to be late at night. The hallway is dimmed, and there seems to be a blueish hue coming from my brother's room, suggesting he has a screen on in the back. I begin to head into my brothers room, but strongly decide not to get wrapped up with DCs and possibly distracted. I turn right, enter the guest room, and begin think about my goals. I remember that I wanted to meet my spirit guide as well as trying to teleport through a mirror. I enter the room, and look against the left wall to see a tall mirror leaning against it. I think about how this is perfect for TPing and head toward it. I walk right through, thinking about a forested area I'd want to go to. I enter a void area, and wait for some visuals to kick in. I think about an area resembling Darnassus, picture some architecture and colors in my mind's eye. Nothing kicks in yet, so I start humming some music and keep myself anchored in this void for a bit longer. I verbally recite my goal as well. After a bit longer in this void I lose lucidity and pop up into a non-lucid for a short period.
Morning of July 6, 2016. Wednesday. I am back in the Loomis Street house as it was in the late 1980s. However, I am with my wife Zsuzsanna (who has never been to America) though we may be implied to be younger. Curiously, this is yet another new variation in layout of the Loomis Street house. The house itself and the room layout is the same - yet the furniture between the living room and dining room (mainly the two armchairs) are turned around and facing west into the dining room instead of east into the room where the television would otherwise be. This distortion does not trigger any consideration or contemplation of the overall setting. Zsuzsanna and I are being intimate on the floor in the living room. There is an unknown male of about thirty or more seated in the armchair at the south end of the room division. He soon becomes annoyed by our sensual antics on the floor though also seems to be directing anger against himself, calling himself by an unusual insult (seemingly related to how he is seen by government) though I cannot remember the term. I think it is something associated with being a box or container for the extraneous thoughts of the elite. He seems very frustrated at his role of being an erudite adviser, it seems, that is, possibly being the most intelligent person in the region yet being appreciated the least. I feel that Zsuzsanna and I are imposing upon him (and there are others in the area though I do not directly see them) and I soon pull a sheet up around Zsuzsanna’s bare back and bottom as we then sit in informal cross-legged positions for the most part after we get up from rolling around on the floor. As I face him from a diagonal orientation, Zsuzsanna is closer in the same diagonal line with her back to him) I do not pick up on the fact that it is possibly the other male who should not be present. Still, it seems probable that Zsuzsanna and I should go back to the small bedroom at the front of the house. (What is rather curious, is that none of the actual people, including my sister and her husband and two of my brothers and even my mother who had lived in the house come to mind at all during my dream.) Instead, the dynamics of the scenario change. He drops or puts worksheets onto the floor right next to the bed sheet that covers most of Zsuzsanna’s lower body. I start to consider what grade they are for and I am ready to say something on their merit and grade level as I look at the top A4 sheet closely. The task seems to relate to some form of algebra or calculus. For a short time, I am puzzled over their nature. I had been ready to say they were fourth grade level but almost consider they are related to an adult business form. On the sheet there is mainly only one table with only about three or four visible unsolved equations (in rows in the middle spaces of the table) that are possibly part of a series for a function (with two or more variables implied, possibly x and y coordinates). There is also a small state standards graphic (American) on the upper left (though I cannot discern it clearly). Soon, a mysterious unknown dark-haired female appears fairly close to us. She seems to be Persian so is likely another version of Zsuzsanna but I do not consider this in my dream. She starts chanting and moving rhythmically in a formal cross-legged meditation position. She is shaking rattles (one in each hand). I find this quite unusual and am not sure if I am comfortable with this unknown ritual, which seems to oddly relate to the mathematics worksheets. Now I am starting to wonder. Would a sheet of paper be considered a secondary (indirect) dream sign? After all, there is the obvious play on “sheet” (and of course ghosts in sheets are an obvious play on the dreamer being in the dream state). As dreams are mainly concurrent metaphors for the sleeping, dreaming, and waking transitions (which is obvious to anyone who has bothered to actually study them for any number of years), this seems a strong possibility. In fact, there is likely an obvious association from my youth from having written out so many dreams on sheets of notebook paper, which were often of various pastel colors - the color sometimes matching my actual bed sheets in Cubitis, which pleased me. This may not be one hundred percent, but after having a close look at other dreams with sheets of paper, there does seem to be a metaphorical dream sign connection. This honest breakthrough may mean a lot of augmented additions (no actual changes to content or original impressions or patterns; just additional notes) to my vast collection of dream work over the last fifty years. This of course would only be relevant when the “sheet” analogy is more direct. For example, just the appearance of a scrap of paper or paper in other forms is not necessarily a dream sign as such. In this case, a facet of the last scene would imply a desire to use critical thinking skills in the dream state even though that is not really feasible. For example, a “worksheet” with a need for mathematical skills is not directly compatible with a bed sheet. Even more evidence on this reasoning stems from the sensual mysterious ritual that seems related to the viability of the worksheets. That would make more sense in bed sheets being associated with a sensual act. Also note that the worksheets seem to become more adult upon looking at them more closely - also having relevance to an adult sensual act. Looks like I made yet another breakthrough on the concurrent symbols and metaphors of dreams - yet more important evidence they are primarily native to the dream state rather than having mundane “interpretations” (which I never thought they did anyway, even as a child). Worksheets are also educational just as learning and validating this viable connection and meaningful association was educational. How intriguing.
5/7/16 Dream 1: I was in a sort of futuristic science centre in a huge tower. We came under attack from aliens and everybody ran around screaming trying to hide. I ran around for a while then tried to hide in a room full of beds but an alien found me. Dream 2: I was in China, initially trying to get a job at a library then I tried at McDonalds. Dream 3: All public transport stopped working, so trains an trams were being stolen and driven around the streets by random people. It was very dangerous and I almost got hit by a train going down the middle of a main street. I rescued a school group and took them to a Ceres like garden. Dream 4: I found a house in a park in the city with an amazing view. I hung over the roof to see the view, the skyscrapers of the city on top of a cliff with a river and park before hand, and heard two women in the café below discussing how great the view was. I then fell down onto the balcony and ran away. I then travelled to a prison nearby and tried to bust out a supposedly innocent woman, however when we got her out she turned out to be evil and held one of us hostage.
4/7/16 Dream 1: I was playing an RPG MMO with my younger brother to try and get him engaged in something. He finally starting using a protective ball spell and we started getting stuff down. I spent a while on top of a vantage point looking around the map at night, seeing a huge lake in the middle surrounded by docks and a city at one end and mountains at the other. Fragment: I was part of an infomercial. Fragment: A woman was singing.
3/7/16 Fragment: I was playing some sort of game. Dream 1: I was introducing afl to some people at a game in the stadium. Dream 2: My dad and stepmum split, he takes his stuff, packing boxes of books and stuff for moving. Dream 3: I was in a class in high school, working on a timeline of some kind, when Jamie sat next to me. We worked together and started chatting, then walked off together to hang out.
2/7/16 Fragment: I was at a school play of some kind. Dream 1: I was at my uncle and cousin's house, we were discussing the merits of the word retard. My other cousin was being a stereotypical SJW contrarian :p.
1/7/16 Dream 1: I was playing Dota and the enemy teams' sand king and enigma caught us out with their ults. I was playing juggernaut however and ended up beating them. There was also a Tiny I think. Fragment: I was in a factory of some kind. Dream 2: I saved a unicorn of some kind and then it taught me some magic as thanks. Dream 3: My brother and I were having a simultaneous wedding to Dora and Elsa. It was at some semblance of my cousins house and there was a big party afterwards. My cousin talked about the evils of brushing teeth or something and I gave a big speech.
30/6/16 Dream 1: I was taking a maths test at uni and there was a trick question. I pointed it out to the teacher and after a while he relented and we had a bit of a giggle about he had tried to trick everyone. Dream 2: I was in a car where alestorm was playing over the radio. An Asian guy was explaining something and then sparks shot against my window and almost shocked me. Dream 3: I was fighting against some giant global dictatorship, part of some sort of rebel group. I fly in a plane with about 10 other rebels towards the capital, narrowly avoiding being detected. When we arrived there we had lost a couple of men but we still tried to execute the plan. A few guys sacrificed themselves to distract the officials while I freed some of the Olympian gods. I got them into my plane but discovered I was now being chased. We managed to get flying and just escape, travelling through a portal just before we were attacked. I dropped off the gods in a mount Olympus like place and the flew back to rescue my friends. I managed to infiltrate the prison and pretended to work there to free my friends, but I think one of the guards suspected me of being who I was.
DJ Coding reading code graphics system connecting points in the code automatically wondering how I'd do that, manager says so it'll be ready tomorrow I think there's no way. I see the code clearly, and the way in which the existing system automatically can detect patterns and highlight them. Sitting on floor with me legs out in front of me, JeTo (wife of PT) is near, were on intimate terms. I pull her to me so that she will sit facing me straddling me. She resists a bit initially or is a bit slow in complying but then she does what I want. I/we hear a noise upstairs and I/we think it's her husband, and I'm concerned about being discovered so we stop. I'm with SuHa(grad school) in a room (on a bed)? I'm get behind her lean over her our faces are close together her face is really close to mine, but I know she has a daughter. She says that she has a ... And her daughter comes in and starts asking me questions. SH brings out a small pumpkin/squash from a closet and I make a joke by saying "Oh my Gourd!" but they don't respond to it Grad school, talking about my thesis prof H. I'm counting the years to determine when I was there, I see ex-gf SB's eye up close, she? says how eyes and hair get grey with age. In some barracks/dorm, lying on bench near girl, someone takes the bed? Leave and come back and I present my number to the guard, I'm speaking it but he has trouble understanding so I hold up the id tag for him to read, it's wrapped around my finger. Melting the unwanted/troublesome ice in the closets/freezer on the outside landing. with a stream of chemicals from a pistol hose, I see a piece of the fence has fallen down (the left part), I'm concerned about falling there, I see the fallen fence about 6 feet below on the ground. Sitting at desk at work gf comes by I'm putting on headphones, selecting a cassette tape and putting it into a player to listen to sad music, she is very melancholy I pull my left leg out from under the table then I pull out my right leg and offer her my lap to sit in, I take off the headphones and I'm a bit surprised to hear the sound of the song also coming from the cassette player, I press stop on the layer. She sits on my lap with her legs to the left and I pull her close, I reach my left hand around her right shoulder to her right shoulder blade and hold in there in a comforting manner. I'm a bit concerned about colleagues coming by and seeing us in this position [DREAM SIGN]. We put our heads together and I'm lightly kissing or trying to her face through her hair, and I want to ask if she regrets her decision of a bf (me) but I don't get any words out. I'm m reading through a magazine and come to the middle part which is a big multi paged ad for (cars?) that keeps gong on and on page after page, I'm amazed at the length of this centra ad section, it is telling some story about guys on an airplane? The colors are very dark, dark leather furniture with black walls. I flip to the end of the magazine to find where the ad ends, and see story of a guy who chokes others, it pages become a video and a guy is choking another guy and running his fingers down the lying guys raised abdominal muscles.
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