This dream was semi lucid and non lucid.I don't recall it all but the first thing I remember is being in a landscape with lots of nature. There someone was telling me something but I don't remember what. The next thing I remember is I was in a dark Circular area that had tunnels made out of metal connected to it. I was with two girls who seemed like they were witches in cute short dresses.There they handed me a paper folded and told me to read it so I could use its knowledge as a guide to find where I was meant to go. I said okay, left and walked through the narrow dark tunnels feeling uncertain and a bit scared. "I know they told me to read the paper but...I don't really trust them and I want to use something else. Maybe my feelings can show me the way?"I thought than walked through the dark narrow tunnels with a feeling that I would be shown the way. Suddenly the metal flooring began to show rectangles covered in pink light and a white outline of a heart in the middle. I noticed a pattern and followed it till I found another circular area that seemed like it had pink energy in the middle. I quickly flew around it and noticed I was in a huge locker room. Someone showed me to a locker that was mine and I pulled out a bag filled with groceries. Another person than took the milk I had while joking about something I said than left. I suddenly heard a little girl crying there and ran to her thinking I was their babysitter. She told me her brother, who looked like he was 5, had pushed her. I tried telling the boy that he should treat his sister kindly but I felt my heart palpitate and thought It was probably stress, so I took the time to calm myself more. After that the dream shifted and I was in a small narrow hall that was supposedly the room. My dad was in the room next to the hall and my friend was in the other room. I saw a mouse hole covered in something you fill boxes with and than moved a little back. When a hamster came out I tried keeping it away but than it made a cute meow and I felt bad. I wanted to give it a better home but could do nothing about it since it was wild. Once again the dream shifts and I'm watching a faint scene of a important soldier in blue decorated armor being buried. A man than speaks about how the girl next to the grave put a note in his coffin so that no one could ever read it but him or something like that. Woke up after that.
EXT. DALIESQUE LANDSCAPE - DAY A squall of storm clouds. A formation of large, metal cubes comes streaking across the sky, toward me and to my left by about 30 degrees. Altitude: perhaps 1000 feet. They are dun-coloured and look like shipping containers oriented the tall way, with proportions of approximately 1:2:3. They moan or hum as they streak overhead, followed by conventional jet aircraft. The cubes and jets are cooperating and not hostile to each other. Perhaps they are all man-made. I become lucid. "It's a dream!" I cry. "Clarity, now!" I demand. But the dream does not increase in clarity. Nevertheless, I continue in lucidity by repeatedly reminding myself of my conscious state ("It's a dream, it's a dream.") I attempt to realize some dream goals I've been planning, but to no avail. Someone tells me that the scene playing out overhead is of a prophetic nature. I turn to look behind me where the ufos went. Red and blue searchlights rake the clouds in the distance. The red lights are lasers; I can see red dots dancing among the clouds. The searchlights are looking for alien ufo invaders.
Updated 09-16-2017 at 01:46 PM by 92227
[I had this dream < 2 weeks ago.] INT. CHILDHOOD HOME - DAY I dreamt I was in the living room of my childhood home. It was an overcast day. Prehistoric, Ice Age creatures were walking on the sidewalks outside a large window (day residue from a book I’m reading). A police officer was in the room with me. I described the animals to him, speculating that one shaggy, tawny species resembled a cross between a lion and a marsupial. The strangeness of this analysis led me to consider my conscious state and triggered lucidity. I immediately recalled an experimental task I have been planning and set to work constructing a square in dreamspace. Since the cop was standing in the room, I chose to place him in the centre of my square. Starting with a “westward” first segment and facing the cop, I floated my body to the left. I felt my dangling feet lightly scrape the floor, and found it difficult to maintain altitude. On the second segment (“northward”), I chose to remain facing “north” (i.e., I did not rotate my body). I felt resistance to my motion in space—a common experience in many of my non-lucid dreams when I have attempted to walk or fly purposefully. The sensation was similar to that felt when walking through a moving train car, or down the aisle of an airliner in a turbulent flight (i.e., trying to overcome or resist inertia). I also noticed that I had not provided sufficient space to make the second segment the same length as the first: the wall was too close, so I had to cut the second segment short. For the third segment (translating my body “eastward”), I maintained my “northern” orientation as before. As I floated, I found to my dismay that the cop was going to be in the way. When approaching him I glanced over my right shoulder at his face; he was watching my experiment with a puzzled expression. I decided—this being a dream— simply to move my body through his without stopping or navigating around him. (I have made use of this ghostlike ability before in non-lucid dreams when attempting to evade or escape law-enforcement or other authority figures whose presence I found inconvenient.) Unfortunately, as I slid my shoulder effortlessly through the confused officer’s chest— and as I watched the look of helpless consternation on his face—I found myself waking up. The scene blackened as I slowly slipped out of dream state. As I am relatively inexperienced, I do not know if this is the “sparkling void” lucid dreamers refer to—it may have simply been the darkness of my bedroom as I awoke—but there did seem to be something sparkly about it in a sense.
Cell Fragment of Sad Place (nl) I'm viewing an odd-shaped hairless humanoid figure sitting in a cell. It is sad. A man is with it and he's concerned about her wellbeing. Few thoughts in my head: is that me? why is it sad? what happened to cause this? was she locked up? am I being emotionally distant or is this really someone who is not me? Some moments later after intense and focused staring I conclude that the person is not me, that it was locked up and now it's not, and that likely the person only feels trapped and the cell is a creation of its mind to demonstrate internal emotions. There is some sadness from me for it; imagine being free but not feeling free, that must suck. That is worth feeling sad about. Neither seems to notice me and I don't want to interrupt their exchange so I slip out, seemingly unnoticed. Bed Play (ld) I'm in some room that I don't recognize. Rectangular, nothing noteworthy. I'm trying to make it a comfortable environment to sleep, but there's no curtains, too large an entry point, it's just ... not conducive to my sleeping preferences. A bed appears I lay on it to sleep. A man appears from nowhere and belly flops on me. He laughs. He's definitely not a threat, but his goofiness is almost contagious and I need to stop this emotion before it gets out of hand. After shoving him off, he flops on me; more laughter....and the comforter is blocking my annoyed facial expression and I don't say anything because I don't talk a lot. I send him thought-daggers instead because somehow that makes more sense to me. He's still trying to wrestle so I manifest a secondary bed and head in that direction, but the dream shifts instead. Woman (DawnEye?) (ld) I'm with a woman I've never seen before, but she's adorable. We're at the mall, I think, and she wants to shop for shoes. I'm not doing anything in dreaming and I guess the bed wrestling wasn't worth managing, so--shoe shopping it is. I try on some shoes while she and I chat about stupid stuff. It's not really stupid stuff, it's important to her to communicate and talk and this sort of talk is easy. She reminds me of a younger sister; a simple and enjoyable relationship where the only pressure is to hang out and laugh. I put a pair of platform shoes on--they're surprisingly comfortable. She approves but isn't excited. I don't even think she's shopping for shoes as she's just sitting beside me watching me put on pairs, haha. This is HER dream, she wants to dream of being in a shoe store but has no interest in trying shoes on. How weird is that? I'm not shopping for shoes either, but if we're going to be in a shoe store, I can't escape putting shoes on my feet. I take off the platform pair then reach for a pair she's sitting in front of. A colorful butterfly sequin pair. They're quite beautiful, but not as shoes. I point to them as I raise my eyebrows at her, clearly asking for her opinion on the pair. She giggles and I can tell she's trying to be polite by not saying they're hideous. Her concealment is hilarious and eventually, she leaves. There's a small fragment with her where I think we're also looking at keyrings but I can't remember what we were saying about them. Basically, I think she was moving the conversation into an interesting direction as she was holding a couple of keyrings. I don't remember if the dilemma was about the keyrings themselves or if they reminded her of something. We chatted a bit about it though. She was pleasant; an easy person to talk with.
Date of Dream: SAT 10 JUN - 2017 Dream No. 130 - Separated Sections Dream 130 A - The TAFE Bully I was in TAFE but weirdly, I found out that BrB from primary school was also in this class. When I was in the main foyer of Building W, >> Sensitivity warning, for men especially, read at your own risk: it was then that I noticed I was on my period. Then there came BrB, he picked up some sanitary pads off the floor that were all bloodied, rolled them up... And threw them at me!! << Now earlier on, I remember that BrB had asked to sit next to NN in the class, so the arrangement was JC, me, BrB, NN. But then I entered the classroom and saw that no one was sitting next to NN, BrB wasn't even in the room. I had the idea summed up in my head that NN didn't allow him to sit there... NN already that there was something suspicious up with BrB. I then went to look through the window of the classroom and saw BrB in another room. He was sticking his head out the window and calling names at me. Apparently BrB was now in our classroom again and our teacher KHa mentioned that there was a test at 11:05. All of sudden, BrB's phone is heard ringing and so we call keep quiet to let him take the call. On the other side of the line was an authority member of the TAFE. She was asking BrB questions about the “First Aid” course he was doing but she said that they were kicking him out due to his bad behaviour. When the call was ended, I just knew that NN was the one behind everything. That's all I can remember about this dream. Dream 130 B - Holidaying In Miami I don't remember where I was exactly but I do remember the exact outfit I was wearing. It was a long blue cardigan with a yellow singlet and really short shorts. The place I was in had a mixture of shops and restaurants but didn't look like any shopping complex in the real world. After a while, the place started to get really crowded, which overwhelmed me, so much so that people were even talking at me but they weren't talking to me... It was like they were talking over me to try and talk to someone else on the other side of me. So I decided I had to leave but I did take two people out of there with me, one was a stranger African man that I don't know and the lady might have been his wife. My mum was waiting outside the building and I had explain to her who these two people were with me, despite the fact that she looked angry and suspicious about these people. I kept reiterating to her that they were my friends. It took me a few attempts to get her to settle down but she eventually did. I was then walking around the town by myself for a while, that looked nothing like the places in America but was supposedly called Miami anyway. I then recalled that Logan and Chilly from SML were next door in the town of Pensacola. I came up a lake with a strange red sign that said “Pensa” in white writing... I knew this was short for Pensacola. This didn't insinuate that Logan and Chilly were living at the bottom of a lake, did it? I don't remember anything else in regards to this dream.
Updated 01-01-2018 at 06:35 AM by 93119
I'm up the street slightly from my house, stepping out from a moving van with my wireless headset on I see two neighbors who don't exist in real life. One is a middle aged woman, and the other is her daughter of about 10 years old. Judging from where I believe my signal strength to the headset will reach I must have a computer in the van. There are several post in their yard and I wonder what they could be for. I walk up to investigate and I wonder if these previously unknown neighbors will attempt to chat, but instead the woman launches a single attack that I assume was a punch since I didn't actually see the attack. I'm staggered for a moment but more annoyed than anything especially since the attack didn't hurt in the slightest. I decide to get my revenge in the form of completely ignoring her instead of leaving or even launching a counter attack. I state out loud to the friends on the other side of the headset that the post are almost 3 foot tall. She summons a medium sized animal that I have forgotten what it was, likely a dog,to attack me. I send it running away after one punch to the head when it lunges at me. She then summons a squirrel. The squirrel jumps around quite randomly. It's always jumping a different height and slightly to the left or right as it does so. I'm sure it's looking for an opening to attack. I notice that this squirrel actually appears like it's nearly break dancing and I hear Mc Hammer's song Hammertime. I'm very careful not to turn my back on it, I take this squirrel much more seriously than the woman or her dog. I attempt to hit the squirrel but it's nearly useless since I can't seem to predict it's movements. I land a glancing blow that almost no power was transferred to since he was falling back to the ground at nearly the same speed as my punch. He curls up into a ball and bounces once in the air, this was my chance to attack, but the whole situation has me so off balance I miss my chance to attack while he's open.
Morning of June 10, 2017. Saturday. This is just a typical first-level dream sign dream of the type I have had continuously all my life, although I only document them when there are unique features. As I have explained before (though it is a no-brainer if one actually understands dreams and how the human mind works), the rendering is based on threads of real-time but subliminal conscious self awareness within sleep. (The number of threads of conscious self identity vary greatly from dream to dream, which is why “interpretation”, as in relating to the current conscious self, is not really feasible.) In my dream, I am in an unfamiliar location. There are a number of unknown people around who I do not perceive as imposers. Curiously, we are all on an oversized L-shaped bed, which goes around the internal corner of a wall (that is, of an inward ninety-degree angle). There are at least two windows, one on the side I am on and the other around the turn. I am also aware of a few family members. A television is on on the opposite side of the room but I do not pay that much attention to it. I want to keep the window on my side open. It is a bit difficult as the piece that is meant to hold it up (at about the halfway point) is somewhat flimsy. Someone else (unknown), around the corner and on the perpendicular part of the large bed, hands me a gold metal rod (which I thank him for), which I think was a horizontal piece from the other window (which I think may have come from the top of the lower sash). It is about two and a half feet long. One part of it on one end (perhaps attached to it) loosely resembles a very long barrel bolt lock. I am able to place it vertically within the window’s left side to hold up the lower sash at the level of the upper sash. After this, I do something to a headphone cord that is apparently plugged into the television. I pull it closer to where I can comfortably put on my headphones (not getting off the bed at any point). I soon hear the television sound through the headphones, although it also seems to be coming out into the room (which is not possible unless the relevant Y-cable is used). This last part loosely comes from a recent real-life event. The speakers on our new television stopped working and I had to jury-rig a cord from the headphone socket into amplified multimedia speakers. (Our new DVD player appears to have no tuner so I guess technology is still moving backwards, as usual.) Over the last several years, I have learned a little more about the specific elements of “behavior” concerning preconscious factors, especially the personified preconscious. After closely studying tens of thousands of dreams all my life, it appears, quite obviously, that the nature of the preconscious in this case is non-aggressive or confrontational as I am “already in bed” and additionally “already near the open window”. (A window symbolizes, in real time, either the threads to the conscious self status, or another level of consciousness. In holding the window up with a piece given to me by a personified preconscious persona, I am willingly, though subliminally, entering the waking transition without the need for the preconscious to create aggressive or confrontational waking symbolism). Additionally, hearing the television through my headphones symbolizes, in real time, my approach to the waking event horizon, as a television sometimes represents (in real time) the dreamer’s external environment (though it depends on the dream type and time frame of the dream). Additionally, the L-shaped bed is probably an unusual visual form to make the clear distinction between the fictional dream self (and its typically false memories and false identity) and the emergent consciousness (which is far more like the current whole conscious self identity). As such, it is likely analogous to the intersection feature in some dream types.
Scary. There's no way I can remember all the details of this. I spent most of the REM period having False awakenings in a large white room. This is undoubtedly a remote viewer/templar attack. I was intercepted on the way to check on Bjork and heal her if need be. At least that was my plan falling asleep. In the dreams I'm with a large creepy bald guy. Half of the dreams have another woman in them, L from work. I remember she was present during the last attack in my inner world where I told her it was a dream during a lucid and I witnessed her do a hand reality check. In some of them I am watching her pretending to be tortured. In some she is trying to ask me questions about why I am there, but I am unable to speak. The man does everything from cutting off limbs to rape and no I'm not going to specify to whom. There seems to be around 50 to 100 Fa's in total. After so many it is impossible to keep track of them all. I eventually wind up in a school field during a festival of some sort. I find L there and ask her if she remembers anything about being held captive by the man. She told me not to worry about it, nothing happened. I protest and say that I saw her being tortured how can she deny that and not even appear shaken up or angry. She doesn't say anything but looks at me like I'm completely insane. At the end I figure she must be a co conspirator. Ship I'm watching TV with asuka, about a space traveling arrogant hero archetype dude. In the early episodes he has a giant ship that crashes into an ice mountain every time it tries to take off. In later episodes he gets a more smaller ship that is easier to navigate. Another movie Dream of watching a comedy movie with Asuka. It's a war comedy with 90's Jim Carrey, and other comedy actors. It reminds me of Tropic Thunder but more slapstick.
I descent to an alien planet with a small spaceship. I'm with a friend, a man I don't know in real life. Before the ship lands, we jump out. I talk to the ship and tell it to land itself. It silently complies, moving forward slowly, looking for a good place to land. The landscape is barren, dark purple rock with the occasional patch of alien plant life. It's dark, silent and still on this planet, but there are signs of life. Some civilization has lived here. We look for loot, and find metallic chests scattered about. The calmness bothers me. I sense danger and malice. I wake up to noise. Short nameless dreams: -I'm inside the world of some anime movie? It looks like real life though. I talk to an actor and spoil his future love interest to him. He's happy to know it. -I'm with Iiro and Kimmo. They play ice hockey and then we chat in this...sort of a clubhouse, I guess. Iiro is way more popular and cool now, compared to me, but he had a similar childhood as I did and I feel like he really understands me. I enjoy our chat a lot. -I'm in a store. I need cash for some reason, and take a lot from my bank account. Rest of the dream was just wandering thought the store. I wake up to noise again. -I'm in a city, walking out of an underground shopping district. The city looks extremely futuristic. Year 3000 at least. I have a game in my hand. It's about an alien world after several extinctions, millions of years in the future. As I look at the game and think about what it's like, I get transported to it's world. I see glowing plant life reminiscent of the Avatar movie. I'm mesmerized by the beautiful plant life. And then I wake up to the noise of my roommate cleaning the house. TBH I was sleeping in the middle of the day, so nothing wrong with him cleaning.
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