I was trying to play Mario Kart but when I became toad all of a sudden my nephew asked me why I didn't use drift. I was confused why the game was made so drift would power your car. It would mean you'd have to constantly use the l and R buttons which is annoying. I told him I was going to stop playing but that it was fun for a bit. Next I ended up at my old house living room where there was a small brown Chihuahua being trained by someone to bite and attack as a guard dog. A few family members watched as the Chihuahua stopped being aggressive and started playing.The person training him was upset though."Aww, just leave him be. Its not like you need a guard dog really"I said. After walking a few feet, towards the door, the dog jumped up and had the appearance of my dog Max who died in Jan 2015. I held the dog up as she stood than pet her cute face. To my family and I, she was another dog but connected to Max somehow. "Aw, she just wants to go back to the pet place and find her tall owner that she belongs with. Let's take her back?"I said now holding a bag of shopping bags as she stood on all 4 paws. But nope, the guy, now my brother, didn't want to take her back. After that the dream shifted and I was in an apartment that was long, narrow and almost empty. We had apparently moved in and it was night. A paper appeared of a painting of an old man and a little boy with a twirling hat that was red and green. The thought of my friend making a cartoon of those characters came to mind. Than the paper disappeared and a woman's voice appeared, talking about how it was time for people to use light to recreate their own full moons and to look at the calendar. I watched as a round light formed on the ceiling than turned to see my dad plugging big gray machines that appeared to have no buttons and were curvy and rectangular, into plug outlets. He would twist the plugs before connecting them to the metal and mentioned that it was to force the power to work for the night. Woke up after he entered a room. Notes I got curious to check the full moon calendar after this dream and there appears to be a full moon on June 9. A nice coincidence.
All I can remember well is that a lot of the dream had david collins as an expert doctor and living the life, and the rest of us boys were just hanging out still. I was biking down st marks hill with my brother when K money was at the bottom. I smashed my bike at the bottom but john decided to race me to K money, only problem was that I just started laughing the moment I saw him and lost hard haha
Forest I arrive at a location near a mountain; lots of green, many trees. I pass a few familiar people, but they're more like spirits (appearance is indifferent, but the mentality was profound). Most appear busy with their own agendas, but it's peaceful. As I move closer to camp I can see people gathering and the energy shifting. Many more of us are arriving and so I stop to observe the increased movement. I realize the reason for the arrival of my people; we're receiving visitors. MoSh Shred arrives, but I don't recognize that it's him in the dream. I merely stare at him as he walks past me and doesn't say anything. I call out to him, he stops walking and looks straight at me but there's no sense of recognition; he's viewing me like a stranger. I'm also staring at him, trying to figure out why he's so familiar to me. We stare for a long while at one another. I'm uncertain how this occurs but he begins ... chasing me? Not in a bad way? Not in a good way either? I enter my camp to evade him because the energetic exchange of being chased startles me. I've been hunted in the past and that mindset he's holding reminds me of past experiences...this internal dynamic causes me to race through the encampment, through a maze of doors, without stopping. I step out to detach from the panicked body. My perspective is following a few feet behind the fleeing body. I'm wondering what the fuck happened and I sorta get it. The energy unfolding was too similar to past memories and it triggered anxiety. Makes sense; being hunted for death sorta does that to a person. MoSh may have accidentally held that vibration without understanding the impact. Data? I reach the top of the encampment and watch as the body I was inhabiting tries to calm itself. The sky is beautiful up here; though I spend less time looking up and more time assessing myself. I notice I don't look like me. This body I'm using looks very tall and lean (sort of Avatar-like, but the body wasn't blue and there was no tail). I look sort of Native American, but a distorted version of it. It's pretty, but more graceful gazelle pretty than American pretty. As the panic subsides, a man approaches. I'm viewing the man as I'm still separated from my body. Personally, I'm wondering how he made it up this far and it doesn't look like the Shred, but I can't tell who it is. The body I was inhabiting is clearly still sketchy. She moves around the space without putting her back to the man. The man approaches, stops about twenty feet away from her, and reveals something he's holding. She goes to him and they exchange a few small words. The dynamic of this man calms her (he's tall, a bit stoic, quiet, reminds me of Data due to lack of emotional excitement). The body (hers) is calm enough for me to enter it and so I do. The man and I talk for a bit about weapons. He's asking to bring something for us to practice with and wants to know what I want to use. I think it over briefly before asking him to bring something cheap. He and I will spar, I chose archery, he agreed he would bring arrows for next time. Cheap is ideal because it's sparring and not an actual battle; also, I have my own arrows so he would be bringing the items for himself mostly. He excuses himself as he needed to leave to attend to a separate errand. I'm collecting my arrows as I'm going to spend some time up here to practice on my own; alone. We say goodbye and I watch him leave. I'm thinking of how nice he seems and I'm looking forward to our next meeting. Death I'm at a hospital with my dad, in my hands is a biography and collective work of an artist. The artist has recently died and the book was compiled for his death. I'm browsing through the pages looking at the various pieces of artwork. Most of it is drawn in pen, but the line work is very lovely. One picture I find quite sad--the artist is in bed, the media is black with some lines of a crisp blue. Nothing is obviously sad about the picture, only that I happen to know this was a portrait of the artist as he was lying on his deathbed. To me, it's sad as it indicates the last artwork before he died (there will be no more). I've never been partial to endings. A nurse comes into our darkly lit room. She informs us we're going to radiology, they want a picture of his liver. I collect myself and prepare to follow them out of the room. The dream shifts. Catch 22 I open up a connection to my mom to explain what's going on with Dad. I'm viewing her and she looks like she's in a different state (location) for some reason. I tell her we're on our way to radiology and why. Her reply: It's funny, no one is afraid of death. Death is not something people fear. People go to the hospital not to find out they are dying, they already know they are dying. They go to the hospital to delay death. What can the hospital (medicine) truly offer? They try to offer time, but they often don't understand death enough to grant time or understanding of the process unfolding. It's humorous to me she is teaching me about the process of dying. Her comfort level is high and I suppose she's right; the misconception is death is something to fear when in reality it is a step up from the predicament of living. Seems a bit quirky how backward things are, yet I'm still quieted by the prospect of Dad engaging the process. Perhaps I'm merely jealous he gets to go while I'm stuck dealing with the bullshit of living. Not that I idolize death; but death (abandonment of the physical body) makes everything I do more efficient. Hence, my work is slower with a physical self and this annoys me. Though, if dead I wouldn't be able to share my research so it's a hilariously cruel Catch 22 for me.
Date of Dream: FRI 9 JUN - 2017 Dream No. 129 - The Key To Progress I was in some strange place... The room I was currently in was some sort of mystical library and I was talking to one of the staff members there, a random middle-aged lady. She was saying to me that to get somewhere, I had to use the lift that was nearby. The dream had only showed a snippet of the lift scene with me in it to begin with as the realisation was that I was not ready to enter it yet. I was then at the other side, I had supposedly exited the lift without the dream showing... And the only way to get anywhere else was to use it again. So I decided I had to go and look for the whereabouts of Dreamy WB. So I stood in front of the wooden lift doors, calling for her but nothing happened. So I took it to the next step and was pacing backwards and forwards throughout the foyer, calling her name as loud as I could. Still no response and I am standing in front of the lift doors again, looking up nervously... I remember exactly what I said, “Dreamy WB, please come!”, in a really distressed tone, almost sounding like Penny from The Rescuers. No response what-so-ever and I so finally decided I had to leave the building to look for her. I was in this neighbourhood and I remember the sky looking like it would at dusk, but it was more purple without any pink in it. There was this fence surrounding a house and from that block of land, over the fence, peered Mrs B, the mother of the real WB, giving me some sort of judgemental look. Her look terrified me and I straight away had the feeling that I had to get away from her or I would be toast. I found myself floating away from her house in the style of balloon Mario again. At one point, I looked back and she was still there, with the same look pasted on to her face. So then I hurried away without looking back at all. Eventually, I was able to locate Dreamy WB in the dream and so was now able to return to the lift scene. Her appearance was evident when I first found her but during the lift scene, I didn't look at her much, rather she always quietly trailed behind me... She had her hair frizzed out while wearing her black pencil dress. My dad and brother were in the foyer and they were amazed that I was going to enter a lift “by myself”... Dreamy WB was completely invisible to them. I skipped past the lift with real life, metal doors and went for the wooden one that I had intentions on going into since the start. Once we got in there, Dreamy WB took no hesitation to make me feel comfortable and secure. I noticed that she was still behind me and so was hugging me from the back. The lift soon started moving and it was going up and down really fast. At times, I felt like I could topple over but in the dream, I knew that Dreamy WB was keeping me from doing so, despite the super speed. At different floors, signs in the lift would actually show what room we were next to, for instance “Floor 2 – The Library”. That's all I can remember in regards to this dream.
Updated 12-29-2017 at 12:30 AM by 93119
8/12/13 (L) Value: 0 | Airport, Zoom-In Calendar I became lucid after a preceding dream scene. When I became lucid, it was at an airport, where a DC resembling Grandpa told me to zoom in to a calendar with my eyes before I stabilize the dream. At that point, I knew that I should stabilize the dream early on. So what I did was, I told the DC “I can’t do that!” It was a belief problem, so I said, “I believe I can zoom in.” I then used my fingers to twist my eyes in opposite directions like lenses, and sure enough, I zoomed in on the calendar. When I stabilized the dream by rubbing my hands together and looking at them, I went outside. What was right outside the airport was what was right outside the front door of my house. That is what it also became once I headed outside. Also, outside, standing in a group, were some DCs. I didn’t know who they were, but one of them was Dad. Now, I walked to the right and noticed that I started to wake up, so I spun around while looking at my hands, and dream clarity returned. I said, “Oh no you don’t.” to the dream. At that point, I was trying to remember exactly what my dream intention was. As the dream began to fade again, I spun around and clarity returned again. But a few moments later, the REM period came to an end, and I woke up instantly. Time: 1-3 minutes 8/13/13 (L)#20 Value: 2 | Partial Success For Custom Form Once I became lucid, I was in a situation where I had a car next to me that I could drive, and Dad was there in a vehicle on Highway 3 down by the bay. I said to myself, “…and I don’t want to get in trouble…” for driving the car that wasn’t mine. Once I was heading for a hill in the distance, the car became a bike without me noticing, and I ‘ran’ the bike like I didn’t care. I discarded the bike to the side of the road, and then I found myself on the residential hill in the distance. I wasn’t in as much of a vivid state as some of my other dreams, but enough to remember that I wanted to transform into my thought-up body. I started with fur this time. As I grew fur on my legs, I began to wake up. I made the dream return by spinning, and I continued to grow fur. After a few seconds, I woke up faster than the last time. This time, I had no time to think, but I did witness myself waking up. Time: 2-4 minutes
Last night 1. Interesting dream, again with Peru. Not sure what I have with this country, but I already had a few, mostly about artifacts, some village and some others. So I'm walking with a female. She is showing me around. Some building with some modern, all glass additions, with a plaza between them. Then I'm walking in some corridors. Looks like an indoor marketplace, but there are no stalls, no merchandise that I can see. Only a huge amount of people all walking somewhere. Local kids are trying to sell us things, but we shoo them away. Feeling that we are undercover or something secret is going on. Somebody comes at me with a stick, i take it from him and defend myself. I get a distinct feeling that I'm in Peru. Now I'm on a cement tile walkway that's outdoors. A beautiful bird flies by at height of my face. I know he is rare or extinct and he has some special meaning. I'm still in Peru. I grab a camera and start taking pictures of him, hoping I get some nice ones. As if the bird knew this, he is posing. His face is just inches from mine. Size and look of a road runner, but he has beautiful colors of deep greens, blues, reds. He is looking into my eyes, cocking his head from side to side. He has about a 3 feet long tail consisting with only one - two long feathers, but on the end of them is a few more beautifully colored feathers. Now outside of town. Looking up at the small hill, there is a boy standing, and a small lion or cheetah cub comes up to him from behind a hill. I tell someone else to look and I grab a camera or binoculars. Then I look down and I have a same cub at my feet. This other person finds 4-5 cubs nearby. As I'm waling away, their mom comes up and she is following me, as I'm walking backwards away from there.
I managed to get 2 hours of sleep in. Practice Just a dream about sparring with someone. I was trying kung fu blocks and strikes. My opponent was blocking quite well and was surprised by my improvisation. Xereniak Dream about being at his house. there was a big part that was slightly outside. We were on strung up sheets like a blanket hanging over an area. The gravity didn't effect much I was sitting on the edge of one. A woman came up to me from a tier up and had a smaller sheet in her hands she flung the other end to me. She says it's a mormon thing... okay, so I grab the ends and we wave it up and down. Not sure what the point of it is but seems fun. She disappears and I jump up to where she was. Spot Xereniak down below and tell him to come play the game. He won't and he's mad because I apparently left gatorade and empty coffee cups all over his house. He is flying about collecting them. Later I go down and his dad is in a living room with a GIANT TV. It seems to be 4D or something seriously. The entire room seems to waver and shake depending what's on screen. Staring at it makes me dizzy. I suddenly realize I am smoking in the house. I decide to go outside with it even though his dad doesn't notice or seem to mind. Bjork in trouble Just remember Bjork screaming at me and someone else. Her hair is unkempt and doesn't look well. She's yelling at us to get out get out. and she's shrieking. I will not get mad or upset at this. She probably needs healing.
Updated 06-10-2017 at 02:53 AM by 6012
This was on tuesday, 6/06/17 The regular WBTB with alpha GPC and GM 38 min WBTB, sofa at 5:38 Upon waking up, I didn't write anything down. There was lot's of darkness, not much coherent stuff going on. I did the Recall task again, was easy and I remembered pretty much everything I practiced before bed, so I lost interest in it soon. Lots of hover flying again. Looking for a rope for another personal goal - to grab it and be pulled up to space, or just to swing on it for fun. I desperately wanted to find it, but no luck. Had a cool non-LD at 4 am, when alarm woke me for Alpha GPC. DR: I'm in my childhood room, looking out the balcony door. The skies are getting really dark. Black swirling clouds are ominous looking. To the left high up, on the black clouds there is about 5 flags. All in full color, all of what look like real country flags. I'm not sure now if I recognized any of them, even if in WL I do know flags. I ran to grab my camera and I open the balcony door to get a better picture from the outside. I immediately regret it, because a tornado force wind start to push the door open against me. I try my hardest to close it and we wrestle for a bit. I have to drop my camera to use 2 hands. While this is happening, to the right, over a house, black smoke like cloud is taking a shape of head of that octopus dude from Pirates of the Caribbean. It's taking shape and losing it, as the small particles in the cloud are shifting and blowing around. Another shape is taking form in another cloud and I realize it's not really a cloud. ( seeing images in the skies does happen in my dreams. I think I like seeing them, even if they weird me out.)
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