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Had a fitfull wbtb. Should I avoid my sip of coffee at 2 am?

Leaving

A dream of Asuka picking me up at my cousin k's house. I was packing things up and coming home.

Mirror

Brief flash of me looking into a mirror. I was all blurry. Almost became lucid but woke up.

Blue beings

Me and Bjork are in a strange place that is hard to describe. We come across dozens of 20 ft. tall blue beings all huddling together in some sort of discussion. Bjork is like, "I wonder what they are doing?". She gets a mischievous look on her face and grabs me by the arm and she pulls me between their feet. Now I'd like I'm in a forest of blue legs or something. I can hear the blue beings whispering things about me and Bjork but I can't make out what they are saying exactly. I get that watery feeling and leave the huddle. I stand looking at them for a bit. Bjork emerges and she looks really bright. She's wearing a white sweater and has her hair done up. She thinks to herself for a moment, and declares, "No, this is way too real". I realize she must have done a reality check. But before i consider doing one I wake up.

School again

I'm in school but in the Principle's office. The principle is the pastor from a church I use to go to. He is helping a young girl use a computer. I notice a screen where I left my email open. There's unfavorable spam in my inbox for a child to be looking at. I try to get to it to close my email but I wake up.

2017, 05-16

Eye of the Tiger

I am in my bedroom at home. I am sitting on the bed, and I get up to walk out to the other room. My mom is out there petting a cat… a BIG cat. She isn’t petting a house cat, she is petting a full grown tiger! I am about to ask her what is going on when there is a commotion outside. My mom looks out the window and then tells me I need to hide the cats before they are taken away from us. Hide the cats? She says they never check bedrooms or bathrooms, so I should hide them there. But don’t crowd them too much or they’ll fight! Still confused, I lead the tiger my mom has been petting into my bathroom. It’s small, but the tiger sees the bath tub as a box and lies down in it like house cats will do in a sink. I shut the bathroom door and see another tiger coming from my mom’s room. I lead that tiger to my bedroom and shut the door. The tiger is on my bed… so much for my waterbed mattress. I leave the bedroom and find another tiger. I think to put the cat in my game room but my house cats are in there. The front door is opening so I can’t take time, I duck with the tiger into the bathroom. The other tiger is sleeping in the bath tub, and the one I just brought wants attention. It is rubbing its head on me and purring so loud that it wakes me up… it was Princess purring in my ear!

This dream is from a little while ago. People tend to enjoy my really absurd dreams so...

We are coordinating a D-Day style invasion to overthrow the pumpkin king's kingdom. He is fortified on a small island about 10 miles long by 100 miles wide somewhere in the Mediterranean sea. The plan is to sweep across the island from the far end of the capital city and overwhelm the enemy with brute force. I do believe I pointed out the questionable military strategy in saying that it would be better to land nearer the capital and go straight for what was obviously the heart of their command and where their leader was.

Regardless I am overruled and we begin the landing on the beach. The main landing force consists of me, the Scotsman from Samurai Jack and several ships full of overly-muscular vikings. The beach is defended by battalions of Battle Droids from Star Wars and them being used had something to do with them camouflaging with the tan color of the sandy beach. I for whatever reason have gone into battle unarmed and pick up one of their guns.

It seems as though our landing is proceeding well when the sun is eclipsed by a giant Jack-O-Lantern and it begins raining down pumpkins. The pumpkins land on the heads of the vikings and mind-control them turning them into slaves of the pumpkin king. This causes infighting amongst our forces but me and the Scotsman press on. We climb a cliff at and get into an area with some forest and farmland. I see a compound with a pagoda that has blue roofs and I falsely remember that there are blue ninjas stationed in there. Manei appears and I tell her about how I once trained with them but I left because I didn't agree with their moral code. She suggests that we charge in anyway and the Scotsman agrees with her, but then disappears from the scene avoiding the consequences of her suggestion.

We get inside the compound and there are more battle droids along with Sugilite from Steven Universe. We start fighting and the blue ninjas come out and start throwing bombs at us.



I think the Scotsman fled. The ninjas it turned out were mostly small children and a few female mentors who recognized me and were friendly to me because I had in the past left them. I noticed that their morals had changed.

The dream shifted to something to do with training the blue ninjas to use a zipline and there was this park ranger woman involved.

Oddly I'm not sure what exactly made me lucid in this dream. It just happened and I had total control of my actions in the dream environment. To start out with I was in Dubai swimming in the gulf. The water was crystal clear and I was collecting coins from the gulf floor. The coins were of all different Currencies including my native Canada. It was easy for me to find all sorts of things on the floor of the gulf because it was a very hard surface, sort of like the salt flats or even the Black Rock Desert in Nevada. I wasn't alone as I remember picking up coins nearby other people's feet. From there I went to a dark blue room with a high ceiling. It had a large window on one side and a staircase in it. I decided that in this room I was going to try out flying to see if I could figure it out. I hadn't tried that in my last LD. I easily flew around the room and instantly experienced the joy and euphoria that many LDers have described. Knowing from others that this feeling often kills the LD I returned to the ground to focus on remaining lucid for a moment and succeeded. I decided to make my next task flying through a wall. I remembered that many other lucid dreamers have reported difficulty in achieving things like this due to perception so before I started I thought to myself that just before I got to the wall I'd close my eyes so that I couldn't see the wall. I jumped into the air to start flying again and headed toward the wall with a little speed behind me. Just as I approached the wall I closed my eyes and went through it. Once again euphoria ran through me and I struggled to maintain my lucidity. Unfortunately I don't remember much of my dream after that but I am happy that I managed to complete 2 major tasks in my LD in addition to controlling my lucidity.

I had this moment after a long string of dreams at different parties. I was walking down the road, fully came to, but thought it wasn't a dream as it was unusually normal. Now because I'm in nofap right now, I thought back to all these parties and said out loud "I am so proud of myself for not masturbating this whole time. I deserve praise for all my hard work." And then I just woke up haha.

Morning of May 17, 2017. Wednesday.



I was experimenting with a different type of induction last night. Needless to say, it had a very odd influence. Only the last scene is partly based on a conscious script.

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In the first scene, I am in bed in our present home but not lucid. I am aware that we have a 3D printer in the lounge room. Zsuzsanna tells me about making something with it and I assume she means something like a figurine, perhaps a cat or teddy bear knickknack.

Instead, she brings over what she made and it turns out to be a section of teal-colored embossed cardboard of about A3 size. It is somewhat shiny and the design is made up of equidistant curled leaves with S-shaped lines connecting them.

The personified preconscious appears, but curiously does not dominate the scene or initiate any familiar waking symbolism. He seems to be wearing some sort of large orthodontic headgear, like a metal frame slightly higher than his head and sitting on his shoulders. We sit facing each other. I see “him” as some sort of unusual “partner” who may actually be female. I vaguely think of my mother (though my father as well for a short time), especially as the setting seems to be a version of the northeast corner of the Cubitis living room - but I seem to think we are the same age even though “he” seems to be around eighty years old. I try to project deep love into his (her?) eyes. We might even have been married for fifty years or so. The eyes knowingly gaze back at me and I sense both weariness and incredible persistence despite the state of their health. I try to be sincere in my love, regardless of how bizarre this entity appears. I want to make sure that this entity is aware of my love for them. I keep staring at “him” and slowly, it seems that she is going to go shopping.

I stand up and look down at her as she is still sitting and facing me. The inside of her head is mostly hollow, somewhat like a container. It seems very strange to me that there is no discernible brain. In fact, the back of her head is mostly missing. When she looks up at me, a lot of white and red fluid flows from the back of her head (over the lower edge of the open space) onto the floor. I am puzzled as to whether this could be problematic and whether it relates to some sort of left-over brain energy. I tell her of this but she seems slightly annoyed over my concern for her and gets up to go shopping. At this point, the area seems to be somewhat like the second floor of the King Street boarding house, the second room back from the front (north) of the mansion. However, it turns back into the Cubitis living room in the next scene.

I am in the semidarkness now but a doorway is discernible from where some light is coming through. It is a bit east of where the hidden door was in reality to the room my father built (which blended in perfectly with the knotty pine wall as it was the same piece from the wall).

I go over to it and look out and see that it seems to be late morning. There is a slight lucidity, which begins to grow. I absentmindedly create several random dream characters that walk about in the yard between the orange grove and the carport. Despite doing this, I am not fully lucid (and still consider whether I am dreaming or not). I feel slightly annoyed that the doorway does not seem wide enough to suit me (even though it is). I use my right hand and arm to actually move the entire right door frame so that it slides back like a sliding door (even though it is not a sliding door). (Despite my age, I do not presently recall doing this specific act before in a dream, as potential re-induction is usually only based on opening a door, not causing the doorway and wall to change).

I walk over and sit on the ground and have a younger version of Zsuzsanna stand over me and we soon indulge in lovemaking. An unknown young Asian male, in some sort of Darth Vader costume (though without the mask) stands too close to us for a time. I push him away, though not making him fall over. There is a soft awakening, but quite different than the blissful one of one of my dreams from yesterday.

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This is apparently the first time that re-induction was subliminally initiated by the “brains” of the preconscious persona spilling out of the back of “his” head onto the floor. Whatever next. (This level of subliminal control over the transpersonal is amazing, I think.) At least it delayed my waking transition for about ten minutes.

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I haven't had a nightmare in I don't know how long, but I had one last night so I figured I'd share it with y'all considering they're very rare for me.

1. I'm laying in a bed, on my side. As I awaken slightly I look around me and see that I am inside of a large classroom. The lights are off in this classroom and it is rather large in size. I can see that the floor is made of tiles, and at the front of the room I see an extremely large dry erase board, the kind that teachers use. All the way across the classroom, diagonally from me, is the classroom door. There is a window on the door and through it I can see lights on outside in the hallway. I look directly to my left and see that someone is sleeping in another bed directly adjacent to mine. I have no idea who it is, yet I don't really care either. Suddenly I hear a voice in the distance. The voice sounds kind of far considering it has an ambient tone to it, but it doesn't seem too too far away. Even so though, the voice is yelling. I feel like I know who the voice belongs to, but I am not sure.
"Cory wake up! Wake up now!" it yells. I've no idea where it is coming from, maybe somewhere off behind me? Anyhow, seconds later a being appears about a foot in front of me, just standing at the side of my bed staring into my eyes. I am frightened to say the least, but I cannot look away. The figure is wearing an all black robe, and its face is just pure black with the exception of two glowing red eyes. At this point my heart is pounding in fear, and the voice is still screaming for me to wake up right now. A few moments later I awake in the actual waking world. The being is now standing on the right side of my bed, still staring at me from the exact same spot. This goes on for what seems to be about 15 to 20 seconds, and I am terrified. I still cannot look away even though I am completely scared out of my mind. After those 15 to 20 seconds the being suddenly vanishes. I don't remember if it walked away or just straight up vanished.
Even after it left I felt some presence in my room, and I still felt a fear that I have not felt in years. I have no idea if it was real or all in my head, or even if it was a ghost or something else, but holy shit it felt real, and I haven't seen anything paranormal in a long, long time.

Bjork in HH Again

Kept seeing Bjork's face in the state between waking and sleep.

Church

I was in a church with some people. Think it was the one Raven put on the moon. Me and Bjork are fighting that Nightstalker guy. He turns and goes after the kid that is with us. I get really angry that and go after him. That's all I remember.

Night

I'm in a townhouse at night time because I think my ex, Mel is around there. I want t find her for some reason.

School

Long dream of me walking in a school that appears to be part under construction. I go up a few floors and wander until I find these wooden steps that are rickety. I start going down them and some girl yells at me for going down them. I look down and the steps are made of breaking plywood held by rusty nails. I make it to the bottom ledge but they start breaking apart and I almost don't make it onto the ledge.

2017, 05-16

The Madness of Denethor

I am walking on the streets of a city straight out of a fantasy game. The roads are long and curving, running between buildings of stone. There is a lot of commotion going on around me, and no one seems to be paying any attention to the fact I’m there. I walk along the road for a bit to try to find out what is going on here. I hear the sounds of a battle from the outside of the walls and I am thinking I should go there and do whatever I can to help out. I am about to go when someone comes up calling my name. It’s a hobbit, it’s Pippin! He says he’s looking for Gandalf, but maybe I can help… he says the Lord Denethor has taken leave of his senses and plans to burn himself and Faramir in the houses of the dead! I say I will help him, but as we go I ask what this is about Faramir, because last time I saw Faramir he was fine. Pippin says Faramir went out to battle but was brought back because he’d been struck down with a poison arrow, but he’s not dead yet and maybe can still be saved if Denethor would listen to reason. He says Denethor is somehow convinced Boromir has fallen in battle, and when Faramir was brought back wounded he seemed to lose it!

As Pippin and I make our way to the top of Minas Tirith and to the houses of the dead I see a lot of people look like giving up. I focus on the song Not Gonna Die by Skillet to try to give them positive energy and hope. “No, not gonna die tonight! We're gonna stand and fight forever! Don’t close your eyes… No, not gonna die tonight! We're gonna fight for us together! No, we’re not gonna die tonight!” We get to the door to the Steward House and find Beregond holding the door against other soldiers who seek to pass with torches. Pippen looks disheartened. He says he should have gotten Gandalf, no offense to me, but they won’t listen to just anyone. I don’t heed that, I just go over to the group. One of the soldiers trying to get in says they must do Denethor’s bidding. I comment that I thought they were supposed to protect the Lord Denethor… he immediately says they are! I tell him now the Lord Denethor is sick, and he needs to be protected from himself most of all. But I have the cure, just let me pass. Beregond steps aside and lets me in.

Inside I find Denethor and Faramir lying on a stone table with wood stacked around them. He looks up when he hears someone enter. I tell him this will stop now. He says no, Boromir is dead, he has seen it, Faramir is dying and already burning, all will burn… why wait? He stands and says he must do everything himself and walks towards the door. I block his path, using the song Not Gonna Die by Skillet. “Don’t you give up on me! You’re everything they need! This is how it feels when you take your life back, this is how it feels when you fight back!” A pillar of light energy erupts around Denethor, shining around and through him. “No, not gonna die tonight! We’re gonna stand and fight forever! Don’t close your eyes… No, not gonna die tonight! We're gonna fight for us together! No, we’re not gonna die tonight! Not gonna die! (Denethor: Not gonna die…) Not gonna die! (Denethor: Not gonna die!) Not gonna die tonight!” Shining with light energy Denethor says he’s not going to die, he’s going to fight! He tells the guards bringing torches that he now bids them follow him into battle and to victory! I go over to check on Faramir and find he is burning up with fever but definitely still alive. He should be in the Houses of Healing, not of the dead. I see Denethor is still there, he hasn’t gone off to battle just yet. He says he can’t leave his son… I tell him his son needs rest in the Houses of Healing, there’s nothing more Denethor can do for him right now. The men who had brought torches to Denethor now help carry the unconscious Faramir back to the Houses of Healing. Denethor is definitely ready to go fight now, he leads the others off to the battle. I think I should also go help, but everything fades to black and I wake up.

2017, 05-16

Blacklist Escape

I am in an amusement park of some kind. It looks a little familiar, but I can’t quite place it. I look around and I spot Raymond Reddington (Red) from the television series Blacklist as he is passing near a roller coaster. He is moving quickly, clearly he has somewhere he needs to be. I see there are men in black suits following him from behind and I figure he is trying to lose them. I see there are more men in black suits positioned up ahead, ready to intercept Red. What seems odd to me is that Red doesn’t seem to have noticed the men up ahead of him, he is too focused behind him. If he keeps moving the direction he is heading he will walk right into the men waiting up in front of him. I decide to try to keep that from happening, I intercept Red right near the roller coaster boarding platform. I get near Red and try to tell him that the people following him from behind have also gotten in front of him. He gives me a suspicious look and then more carefully scans the area, this time spotting the men up ahead.

The two groups of pursuers are closing in around the roller coaster and not leaving room for escape. The attendant running the roller coaster is telling Red and me to get on the roller coaster or get out of the loading area, I see there is a train waiting. With nowhere else to go, Red and I both get on the roller coaster. We ride the roller coaster together, and while we are on the ride, the men below can only watch. Red wants to know who I am and what I know about the people following him, I just tell him my name, Raven Knight, and that it will be easier to discuss things after we’re somewhere safe. The train stops briefly before the platform to wait for the platform to clear, then slowly advances in. I spot a red maintenance door a bit too late to get to it. The train pulls up to the deboarding platform, but Red and I just stay put. The train moves to the boarding platform, but none of the attendants seem to be paying attention as the people in line for our seats drop some nasty expletives as the train pulls out and we are still on it. On our second ride around I point out the door to Red and we both get off and disappear through the door, while some trees and structures are hiding us from the men who were following Red.

Now Red and I are in the maintenance halls for the roller coaster and there are also passages to get to the other rides through underground corridors. Red looks at a map on the wall to help employees find their way and says his people should be waiting at one specific exit, that’s where he was going before those thugs cut him off. He says I should come along, too. So then we follow a series of passages, Red seems to know his way quite well for having seen the map only once. I follow along with Red for a while but then I feel I am waking up. I manage to tell Red he’s on his own now before I wake up.

I drew myself up from my body and I felt myself trembling a little... Everything was shining in grayish light in the darkness, even the air itself contained small particles shining in soft gray light... When I looked around myself, I saw no body, not myself, not my wife, nor children. I looked to other rooms but nobody was there. I didn't go downstairs...
Instead, I flew like on autopilot right through southern window into the night. With no target on my mind, I flew some 5 - 10 meters above ground, in general direction to the city about 8km away. It was dark... it was nighttime in real life after all (when I traveled). The houses of my village bellow me, silent... I left them behind. I left my village, I flew over meadows and small woods. I saw all the plants, trees, rocks, river... everything sharply lit in that grayish light. I felt to be tired, my consciousness wanted to shut down and sleep, but my will was keeping me conscious. It was tedious task. I crossed first stream of the river, and then I got to second part which has about 7 - 10 meters high walls- it is used to feed water dam to make electricity... I got problems with concentration there (it made the flying problematic), but I managed to overcome it and I shot high to the sky while crossing second stream of river. I sat on the few meter big rock and stopped looking around. I felt loneliness... there were no people, nor animal life there. Only plants, water, rocks... Weak emotions ran through me... Where are you? I called... There was no answer...
I flew again and into silent empty city... no light from windows... all cars still on the road. I held myself conscious by iron will through tens of minutes... It felt like hour long experience when I felt, that I was losing the strength to remain awake, so I willed myself awake.
I controlled the time- yes it was half past 1, about one hour passed since I lay down to the bed.

Remarks
I felt quite tired, wanting to go sleep, but once managing it out of my body, it would be pity not to explore surroundings a little.
There is no rock in real life close to that second river stream.
I hoped, that I didn't call that in real life- the connection between real body and astral one may be quite useful but on other side it may cause some minor problems... like waking people around myself
Strange how I'm able to feel emotions lately... without loosing balance of my consciousness and therefore stability of OBE.

Date of Dream: TUE 16 MAY - 2017



Dream No. 114 - SML Drama

I was at a strange looking version of Brandon Park shopping centre with this group of young stranger women. They were casting a play of some sort but I forgot what it was about. I do remember a scene skipping where I was in Kmart, choosing my costume and it was from a whole range of fancy dresses and earrings. I remember being so overwhelmed that I didn't know which set I wanted to choose.

I had then wandered off somewhere and I only soon came to realise that I was at the SML house but it looked completely different to how the house is perceived on YouTube in waking life. This dream house looked more resort style and it was on a massive slant... At some stages, you literally feel like you could fall. I was wandering inside the house for what seemed like hours but then I had figured in the dream that I was only lost for 10 minutes. Once I was at the lowest part of the seemingly deserted house, the gym, I had found a set of stairs which went back up and they actually led outside.

There was this strange hole with a lid in the shape of someone's nose. I decided to look through these nostril like holes to see if I could find the “play” girls again. I looked through and I did see an image of them back at the shopping centre. Soon after, the lid of the hole came off and a Jeffy puppet popped out. He ended up saying “Oh hey! What doing?”. I forgot what my full reply was but I do remember going “uh uh uh” at one point. That made Jeffy gasp in astonishment and add “uh uh uh... I think we're going to be best friends!”.

The “drawing” clone of Jeffy then popped out of the hole but I ended up ignoring him and leaving to go back to the girls. When I eventually did get back to the girls, one of them said something like “We think it's time you were the star of the show”. I don't remember what happened after that.

Morning of May 16, 2017. Tuesday.



This dream shifts into apex lucidity with automatic but unintentional re-induction from an ongoing non-lucid dream. It is not scripted. (I do not yet post scripted dreams of most types and I usually do not post sexual dreams, at least more graphically, regards of numerous ones in a sequence on a typical night, which are sometimes triggered by the Tetris effect.) For the record, this is also why I never “answer challenges”. It is too easy and unfair to people who do not understand what dreams or different levels of consciousness are, since dreams can so easily be scripted (on at least three different levels - visually, situation-based, and core affirmations), especially when one fully understands both induction and waking symbolism (of the same type used in hypnosis and guided meditation). However, I have always held a greater interest in documenting non-lucid dreams even if they are mostly only induction, dreaming, and waking symbolism (other than the common day-to-day remote viewing and precognitive features).

My dream starts in a non-lucid form. I am with a young version of Zsuzsanna (who appears as she did in 1994, when we first met). I do not take conscious notice of this. We are living in an unknown second-floor apartment. For some reason, I have to go somewhere. I find myself carrying two suitcases (of the same color and design I had when arriving in Australia, that is, there are two copies of the “same” one). This is not possible of course, but I still do it. The two identical suitcases, I somehow carry by the handles in my right hand at the same time. I go down a staircase and through a door at the bottom.

Of course, going down a staircase (of about sixteen steps) in a dream is a common real-time re-induction event and automatically shifts my consciousness (just as in hypnosis and guided meditation). My conscious self identity starts to increase more and more (and going up a staircase often does the same thing, though going down is usually induction or re-induction while going up is waking).

Stepping through the door is an additional “kick” into greater conscious self awareness (though which more often serves as waking symbolism as the actual waking prompt itself). In fact, as I turn about to go into the (unknown) backyard, the suitcases seem to dissolve (though up to that point, I could still clearly feel them and I was even aware of them bumping together - again, regardless of how carrying them this way would not be possible in reality). I reach such an augmented level of conscious self awareness that I am puzzled (that is, I fully know that I am dreaming, but it does not seem possible for a dream to have this much clarity regarding real-life perception even though I have experienced it all my life since around the age of two). There is no difference in how I feel and perceive from waking reality, other than deeper, smoother breathing and less body weight. I remain puzzled because I am trying to decide what to do. It is nighttime and the area is unfamiliar. Our fictional second-floor apartment seems near the back of a building and is near a commercial area, although there is a field on one side.

For now, I start walking, amazed by how real it seems. I look across the unfamiliar street and see a Cat Excavator on display in a storefront window. Of course, this is a metaphorical association with “digging deeper” (that is, looking into old memories, which is really not that important to me at the time). I notice an unfamiliar man and woman walking by the front of the store. From across the street, (by mental will) I “wipe” the excavator display from the store window. I do not see anything to read (such as the store’s name) and then start to consider how much time I have before circadian rhythms start to kick in (as this is my last dream of the morning).

Of course, I instantly think of indulging in sensuality, as, in dreams, sexual acts transmute into high levels of spiritual awareness and blissful, expanding coalescence factors in addition to the increased sense of touch. (This of course is because the dream body is not actually physical - something many people seem to completely lack the understanding of, which is why many of my dreams switch back and forth in phasing, from being incorporeal to being in my fictitious dream body).

I decide, at first, to will numerous dream characters into the field and watch them walk around. There are probably about twenty or so. I change their age and sex for several minutes. (This is similar to the non-lucid beginning of apex lucidity in some cases, where a dream character will switch identities at a rate of two per second, until my conscious awareness kicks in, which I then augment by going through a door for full control.) I am doing it here at a rate of about two per second. However, I decide to stop messing around and bring the version of Zsuzsanna that was in the apartment up to me. She approaches and lowers to give me oral pleasure. It does not matter that twenty other “people” are walking around in the semidarkness. It is just a dream. There is no symbolism in this type of dream, as lucid dreams are made by the self (though instinctual dreaming is as well).

From here, instead of a climax, layers of bliss start to flow over me almost like layers of “additional skin”. I awake with no discernible shift in consciousness; just a subtle “wave” of “ghost skin” rapidly dropping away from my body. This is an atypical way to wake (probably my “softest” waking to date), as even in scripted dreams there is often a hypnopompic event that kicks more than in a normal dream.

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day before yesterday

I'm standing in a back of the bus with my brother. He tells me that he died on this bus, when it lost control going down the super steep hill we are on top of right now. The bus is about to go down the hill again. I look out the front window and get a familiar, uncomfortable feeling. I sometimes dream about being on a bus or car that I see going off the road and crashing few moments later. I'm a bit surprised at him being on the same bus again, since now he knows it's dangerous.

So I guess we take the ride anyway, because next thing I know, I am dead. I'm waling slowly, with my brother and some other person. It's very peaceful, we have no worries. First thing I notice is what we are wearing. Pants and a long shirt from some very light, tropical cotton, white and beige in color. And a whiteish scarf made from same material. I'm thinking, "oh, so this is what they give you to wear when you are dead".

Not a bad feeling from this dream. It was rather interesting.

2017, 05-15

A Real Gamble

I am in a casino that I recognize as having been here before. (I have actually dreamed about this same casino many times in the past.) I walk through the halls, as there are numerous rooms all filled with various slot machines and other gaming equipment. I know exactly where I need to go. I reach into my pocket and find I have several dollars in dimes, which is exactly what I need. I go to a specific slot machine that takes dimes and plunk a dime in. I pull the arm and the images spin and then stop, about five dimes fall into the winnings tray. I decide I will use up all the dimes I had in my pocket and then whatever is in the winnings tray is what I’ll leave with. So I plunk another dime in, I get nothing. I plunk another dime and get quite a few dimes into the winnings tray this time. After about 8 dimes I hit a jackpot and the winnings tray fills up with dimes. They may only be dimes, but I’m sure there must be a good amount of cash in there. I keep going until I run out of the dimes from my pocket and I don’t win any more. I look around and find a bucket that is meant to hold coins from winnings or for further playing and I put all of the dimes into the bucket. Now I want to leave and go home so I can count my winnings. But I also kind of want to do a little more since I have been lucky so far… I walk towards the exit, reminding myself I won’t stay a winner forever if I don’t quit while I’m ahead. I am almost to the exit when a security guard stops me. I think he will question my winnings, but he is saying I have to leave the bucket. I am trying to put all the dimes in my pants pockets when I wake.