I am in a combat situation. I am fighting this man; I know I have no chance against him, yet I still fight. I am eventually defeated, but he does not kill me. Instead, he takes me for his own, imprisoning me for an indefinite period of time. I have no clue how long I am in this prison. All I know is I am not given enough nourishment in this place, and am slowly growing frail. The man comes around and takes me out of my prison, bringing me to this place of glass. The entire building looks modernistic, yet all of the walls are made of glass. I am alone in this particular room, except for the armor in the corner I am to wear later, but I can see a group of men talking in another room. If I listen closely enough, I can hear what they're saying. They're talking about an upcoming fight, about how tough this contender is, and how this girl doesn't stand a chance. Through listening to them, I realize I'm being set up for a fight with someone. Really, in my condition? What fun is fighting a weak girl? While being frustrated about this and awaiting my "opponent", I hear a tapping on one of the glass walls. There is a rose, petals waving wildly, trying to get my attention! I let the rose in, and is slithers into my room. It is a little worse for wear, most of the petals having wilted away. That doesn't seem to detract from it's spirit, however, because it starts talking really fast as if it has so much to say in a short amount of time. This is the part I barely remember, sadly, but the rose tells that I need to leave immediately, that this was a setup, that this would lead to permanent damage. Then, the conversation turns strange. It actually answers a question I've been asking every night before I go to bed. It tells me the location of someone I've been looking for. It did not tell me the exact location, but enough for me to go on. It tells me I need to go to her, and help her, for she will need the training. The rose says more, but I no longer remember, as this was the tail end of the dream. That's all I remember.
Updated 04-28-2018 at 02:03 AM by 93526
I guess I been looking for people who could understand a bit of what goes on when the eyes close.... I don't really know how to explain it but i hope that i can at least be a bit open and gain insight on what this is... I am native american an i know a bit of my heritage that has pointed me in the right direction i guess.... I hope to cross some T's and dot some I's so to speak... thanks for allowing the join and meeting you all...
There was a bunch of Dinosaurs in a gray field, dinosaur bones were scattered all over the place. A Green Dinosaur (I think it might be Beast Boy from Teen Titans) was talking to other dinosaurs across from him. The Dinosaur that was in the middle shot a big red dinosaur with a laser. "D(Can't remember full name but it started with a D) you's did this?" Green asked. "You did this?" A red dinosaur mocked. On the ground in front of the red dinosaur was two dead dinosaurs, one Blue and one Red. One of the "Evil" Dinosaurs took a picture of Green and his companions. Green and the others decided to leave by going into the RV, they start to leave, they forgot BMO (from Adventure Time) and his look-a-likes and they all yelled: "Wait!" They chased the RV and got in.
I've been playing Skyrim a lot lately, so there's no doubt as to why this dream came about! ~~~~~~~~ I'm in the beautiful realm of Skyrim, trekking along the path, happy as can be. Then, suddenly, the great Greybeard Arngeir approaches. I've never seen him out of his home in High Hrothgar, so this is quite the oddity! (Keep in mind I was not lucid in this dream.) Arngeir says he has something important to show me, something he's been waiting to show me for a long time. Confused, but curious, I follow him to the bottom of the mountain, then climb up the thousands of steps to Hrothgar and toward the Throat of the World. Once we get there, I'm expecting to see the Greybeards' monastery, but all there is is a little modest house. Confused, I ask Arngeir what this means. He says this is an illusion, but an important one. He continues on, saying all the Dragonborns have come from a similar place, and eventually had no family to their name. Then he told me about "my" family, where I came from, childhood memories I had forgotten, etc. I ended up crying, then woke up. Then I fell back asleep, thus came the next dream in this journal.
I think this lucid dream (it seemed a lot more like an OBE, but it doesn't really matter) also occurred when I was about five or six, a little while after the first. And for someone my age, this one was a nightmare. I "woke up" in my bed. Upon getting up, I suddenly realized I could feel my body still sleeping in my bed, yet here I was, standing up and fully awake! I walked down the hall of my house, heading toward my parents room to see if I could see them sleeping. For some reason, there was small patches of the floor that were on fire. Once I was in my parent's room, all seemed well, but their closet door was open wide. They had one of those big walk in closets, so I went inside. Perched upon the top shelf was a strange looking dark creature that I considered to be a vampire at the time. It didn't do much of anything but stare at me, but seeing anything so hideous at my young age was utterly terrifying, and I willed my self to wake up by forcing my waking-self's eyes open.
My first lucid dream occurred when I was either 4 or 5 years old. I was out in the front yard of a ranch house on a countryside, and there was a red truck with two teenage girls leaning against it, having a conversation with each other. This struck me as odd, for some reason; then I suddenly realized I didn't live in a ranch house on the countryside, I actually lived in a subdivision, so I must be dreaming! Being the silly young child I was, I became so excited about being able to control myself in my own dream. The first thing I did was run up to the two girls near the truck, waving my arms and shouting "This is a dream, you're not real!" They both gave me a strange look just before the dream collapsed, and I woke up.
I go back to sleep fairly quickly so once again I have an NLD before brief wakefulness and then DEILD entry with eye clench (to confirm strength of vibrations) then visualization to try to influence scene. Seems NREM visuals...an extended period of flying through odd visions mostly like space-scapes, not that different from those on Twin Peaks The Return episode 8 which was mostly trippy visions. There were voices; I couldn't make out what they were saying. Towards end my mind recalled some of the creepiness of Twin Peaks from last night and the little bit of schema poisoning teased and then dumped in a DV thread recently (I just remembered, among the last ethereal scenes included panther eyes in the dark, after seeing a cheetah on TV IWL) but I handled it well with a sense of my own power much like facing creepy spaces IWL. Weird scenes blur out, as part of my subconscious solution I'm guessing. Then exploring some darkish rooms and halls with DC's. I want to do another TOTY so I spin while imagining a snow covered mountain for the sled task. I find myself in the snow at the top of a mountain with snow blowing and not giving me much to look at. I form my sled with my hands motioning the outline of a small one man sled. I get on and I go down at a medium speed. As I approach the bottom I imagine the earth opening up and I go down further which leads to calm endless ocean that I float above for a bit. I want to do this again and see if I can make it more interesting by going down faster and I'll make it notably cold while I'm at it. I spin again and imagine being back at the top and feeling the cold and it works again. I notice the cold air and this time I just assume the sled is already in my hands and I hop on it in mid-air while aiming down hill. This time it feels fast, out of control and much more thrilling. I still didn't try to influence what I got at the bottom but after having the ground at the bottom open up it leads me to something different this time. It leads to shallow stream with lots of pebbles visible through the clear water that I float just above following the stream. Water both times interestingly, though vastly different bodies of water. After flying a bit I find myself indoors. I explore. Spoiler for sexual content: I get some bj's and also I am back to intercourse this time, in a hallway. Going around looking for sexy DC's. One group sitting around a table and I choose one for a bj. I wake after a good amount of fun.
Whoa, long gap : ( Not great recall, coz short sleep. But had some fragments few days ago and today. 1. Somebody splits someones head with a sword. Right down the middle to the neck. Person is still alive, talking, and we are trying to match the halves by veins and other markers. I'm wondering how come this is so easy and how come it works. I have a feeling it shouldn't. 2. On a river boat. River is artificial canal, not too wide. And not deep at all, as I find out when a kid falls in the water and I jump after him. I come out all wet and I'm kinda surprised. 3. This was long. Now all I recall is me being at the airport. Walking with some group. 4. OP PMed me, she wants to come back.
Prepare for a long journal entry buckos because I finally got over my insomnia! More about that at the end of the entry. Fell asleep at: 10:30 Woke up at: 7:30 [6-26-17] I was in the restroom with an old acquaintance of mine next to me. Let's call him Andre. Andre (In the real world) wears the same jacket day to day and even has a facial scar too, and he was standing right next to me as we were washing our hands. Since I was never really friends with him in waking life I in turn didn't pay much attention to him in the dream, and went to English class(?). Once there, Andre (After a little while) wanted to copy off my work since he wasn't paying attention. I gave him my notebook but then briefly took it back when I saw a drawing of something a little 'promiscuous' on it. Oddly enough it looked like it had been drawn on a digital format and looked really out of place on my notebook. Oddly enough the page had a yellowish tinge to it. If you've ever read the journals from Gravity Falls you'd know what I'm talking about. Then it transitioned back to the restroom. I was (Again) washing my hands and Andre was doing the same thing. When I was about to leave, Andre said, "Hey man why you leaving without me?" and gave me a handshake that transitioned into a fist bump. Both of us walked into the hallway and there was this girl he was talking to right next to him. I had a strange urge to go to the cafeteria and went in. The whole place looked pretty empty as a majority of the tables near the entrance I walked in through were gone. I managed to walk my way through a majority of the area when my legs suddenly started giving out. My legs felt both a mixture of tiredness and weight as I struggled to lift them off the ground. I managed to get through somebody and saw another old classmate of mine talking about chickens and how people differentiated their age and sex through some biological method. I saw an old substitute teacher I had, then the dream ended shortly thereafter. SIDENOTES That was the night I finally managed to get back on track with my sleep schedule. Now that I figured out what time I usually wake up (7:30) I should finally be able to preform the CAT technique. It was kind of hard going to sleep before the sun went up but at least now I can get back on track.
Date of Dream: MON 26 JUN - 2017 Dream No. 141 - Separated Sections Dream 141 A - Singing Makes Friends Become Fans I forgot what happened at the very start of the dream. From the point where I do remember, I was asking for this random choir to be assembled. I eventually found out that they were having a rehearsal in my driveway. My friend JO was taking them and was getting them to listen to the song Panis Angelicus over and over again so they would no how to sing it. Eventually I came and took over the rehearsal. At first, I was going to ask them sing it but then I ended up singing it with them. Barely any of them were putting effort into the singing and instead, slowly left, one by one until there was no one left. Then the screen showed up in the sky again, the one where I go on Facebook. I was chatting and I said something which I forgot. WB then ended up replying “that's where Karla gets all her fans from <3 <3 <3”. HL then added “No she doesn't have fans, only family and friends”. Then I answer in chat “Actually, WB's right...” I forgot the end of that sentence. Then WB said something else but I've forgotten that too. Once the sky screen disappeared, I took a walk up the hill and there I saw HL standing on some balcony, looking lifeless. That's all I can remember about this dream. Dream 141 B - The Lazy Day This dream took place in my old house. My mum and I were in the dining room, talking about our plans for the day. My mum said she didn't want to go to Dandenong Plaza. I asked her why and she generally said that she was just too tired to go but I interpreted that as “she couldn't be bothered”. For some reason, I kept convincing her to go and so she eventually says to me, “are you planning a get together?”. I answered “no, if anything, I was only going to walk past today”. So then she caved in and said okay to going. I don't remember anything else about this dream. Dream 141 C - Dream Guide In Peril My mum and were at Dandenong Plaza and were just on level 2 after having Subway. We were planning to go up to level 3 to get the henna but then my mum goes missing for some unknown reason. I started freaking out and begging to have my calls for help answered by Dreamy WB. Eventually, this little girl comes toddling along. It was in fact Dreamy WB but she looked like only a little 8 year old with these buck teeth and an adorable look overall. Not much happened before I didn't see her around either. At first, I thought she just vanished to help me invisibly but then that thought was soon replaced with the horrifying fact that she had gone missing too. Eventually, this boy appeared to help me that looked like he was around my age. He was tall, had spiky, white-washed blonde hair and was wearing a black coat... His name was Noah and he was claiming to be my boyfriend (in real life, I don't have a boyfriend) and replacement dream guide... He came to help me look for Dreamy WB. Every time I said something in a panic, he would always put his arm around me and say that everything would be okay. We eventually went to see if Dreamy WB was anywhere on level 3 but she wasn't. I then lead Noah to this emergency exit area, like these tight corridors leading to a fire door. At one point, there was a lift in the corridor network and so I told Noah to turn back and that we were taking an alternate route. When I finally found the way outside, a bad feeling hit me, almost like I knew that my mum and Dreamy WB were definitely in some despicable danger and I was going to be kidnapped soon. There was this unknown male voice saying to me, “You see? The lesson is never to leave the plaza”. I then woke up. Dream 141 D - Chaos At The Glen My mum and I were planning to go shopping at The Glen. The main entrance to the carpark we usually go in was shut due to renovations of the shopping centre. My mum said there was another way we could get into the carpark. So she asked me to drive around the back and enter from supposedly Highbury Road. The road I was driving on was skinny and perhaps only a one way road, which we were driving the correct way which was a relief. Eventually, we had come across a thickly wired fence which was stopping us from going any further. I ended up sticking my hand out the window and successfully picking the lock with just my fingers. I then woke up. Dream Trophies Achieved: - My Best Friend (Interact with any Dream Guide) >> Worked with Noah to try and find the missing DCs. - Call The Babysitter (Successfully summon Dreamy WB) >> Called Dreamy WB in distress, who came toddling up to me in the form of some small child. - You Must Be Kidding Me (Experience something in real life after having a dream about it) >> The main intention of events in the dream were eating Subway and buying henna... Did exactly that during the day today (writing this journal entry at night time). This dream was a real booster for those dream trophies. From now on, as well as writing down what the dream trophy is, I may write a sentence or two on how I think I achieved it. Also. Usually, the most dreams I've ever remembered in one night is 3 (So I've only been able to go up to C) but then I've smashed a world record here and have written down 4 (Up to D in my ordering system)! I wrote 2 dreams at 8:30 AM and then I fell back asleep after that and had 2 more, writing them down at my usual get up time, 10:30 AM.
Morning of June 26, 2017. Monday. I am back on Loomis Street (where I have not been since February 9th of 1994 in reality) within a typically distorted dream-self identity of not being with viable memory beyond that of my eighteen-year-old self. I am in the living room of the Loomis Street house. There had been details that the world will be having strange weather, which has something to do with the sun. At first, my dream seems to be based on only unusual weather approaching, but not that threatening. However, the concept changes, becoming far more dramatic, before my dream ends. My mother is alive and seemingly well and in the west bedroom of the Loomis Street house. I have no memory of her passing in 2002. It seems to be afternoon. I am in a state where I decide to play around with the world itself by spinning the entire atmosphere, clouds and all, as fast as possible. That is, rather than causing Earth to spin faster or to slow down, it remains at its present rotation as I spin the sky around, north to south. The clouds are white and fluffy against a bright blue sky. The realism is extraordinary as I look out through the porch windows and watch the clouds dart across the sky as I willfully spin the atmosphere. I am doing this to show a few other (unknown) people what might soon be happening naturally due to the celestial events. This goes on for several minutes. Eventually, the celestial changes come and the sky changes. Very unusual clouds appear in the sky. I sense people’s fear while not feeling threatened myself. For a time, the sky looks much like an analogue television screen that is not fully on the channel. That is, there are diagonal lines and flickering bars across the sky. There is one very loud thunderclap. Looking at the sky again, it resembles an empty multicolored spreadsheet, with each cell randomly billowing downwards slightly, the whole expanse with somewhat of a wavering effect. I know I should see my mother. She sits in her bed in her room and seems upset, saying how it is “the end of the world”. I do not feel any sense of fear or even concern for humanity. I calmly accept the fate of the world and of myself. It is obvious that this dream utilizes liminal dream control and originates mainly from my current conscious self identity and understanding of the dream state (virtuous circle effect) than anywhere else (even though I have no memory beyond my late teenage years while still within my dream). That is, I know I am creating my dream, and yet my dream self identity is not aware of this at a viable level. It partly comes from having looked at a childhood dream from 1971, that was in turn, based on having seen the movie “Crack in the World”, the childhood dream association of which also influenced at least one other dream of this date. The evidence is not only obvious, but continuous on different levels. Firstly, I am able to spin the entire sky with no effort. Secondly, the sky then becomes like a television display not being on the channel. This is direct evidence that I view the sky as something I can willfully change as if with a television remote and that my thoughts are still based around liminal dream awareness. Then, the next stage utilizes an emergent focus on critical thinking skills (which do not viably exist in the dream state) when the sky then becomes like a multicolored spreadsheet, as if waiting for my conscious thinking skills to ascend and fill it with organized data. This same focus makes me subliminally aware of the waking symbolism - that is, dream state cessation as an “end of the world” metaphor (which has been a common form of waking symbolism since early childhood). (Why would dream cessation symbolism relate to the conscious self in a negative context? This is the ridiculous mistake I have seen people continuously make all my life with so-called interpretation, which I learned to dismiss at a very early age in light of truth.) The fact that my dream self has no fear of this supposed end of the world is more evidence of liminal dream awareness and potential control being a major factor. Why should I care if my dream ends? It is a perfectly natural event. Even more obvious is the “return to bed” metaphor (yet another subliminal thread of acknowledgement of being asleep in reality), even though, in this case, it is typically distorted to a different time and characterization. The real puzzle still remains. What determines the status of my dream self (regarding altered age and time distortion factors)? What determines when and where any precognitive threads (or “input” from the collective unconscious or the Source) dominate the patterns?
Updated 05-14-2018 at 06:45 PM by 1390
Morning of June 26, 2017. Monday. I am in a school setting, but it is completely unfamliar in regards to the school I went to in reality and I am unsure of the implied location. On one level, it seems vaguely bilocated with the area near Loomis and Gillette streets, though not the real-life school (that I never went to). I mostly spend time walking around with a young atypical version of Zsuzsanna, who seems more like a classmate around my own age. I give her love and attention, though in the background, there is the realization of many other students projecting an overall mindless nature in addition to a group mentality of no benefit to anyone, which she also seems aware of and does not want to be a part of. I refer to her as my “partner” when speaking to an unfamiliar male. After what seems a long time, the scenario changes. I have picked up a broken globe. The globe seems to have been made at least partly of glass and is only about twice as big as my fist. It is in several pieces. A male that reminds me somewhat of Zsuzsanna’s father is on the other side of the room (though I have never met him in reality and only talked to him on the telephone years ago). In a non-lucid state, I cause the broken pieces to hover in the air, with no effort other than basic thought. Soon, I decide to fix the globe. I cup my hands around the jagged variously-sized pieces after they are placed together. There is an incredible vividness of heat and steam flowing from the palms of both of my hands. I am clearly aware that this will reseal the globe, somewhat like welding, but more like melting the glass and then smoothly connecting all areas of the surface. The steam and hissing coming from my hands does not cause any discomfort even though my sense of touch is otherwise enhanced. The globe of the world is a smooth sphere again. The other male does not seem alarmed or even puzzled. This is somewhat unusual in that it is the reversal of typical dream cessation symbolism, though because of its vividness, is probably more about stabilizing my emergent consciousness factor in this case. This is one of a few dreams of this date that was directly influenced by looking back at a childhood dream from 1971, which had been influenced by seeing “Crack in the World” (a 1965 movie). This dream is more like the 1971 dream than the others. (In fact, many of the few hundred brief dreams of this sleep cycle’s beginning centered around the movie theme to some extent. The fact that I had only thought about the 1971 dream for a short time, and the fact I had not seen the movie for a long time, is puzzling in how much influence there is over a new dream which is otherwise completely unrelated to my present life status, and yet this is a very common occurrence.) Additionally, I now realize that I had also been looking at a photograph from a 1982 dream (“Apple Baby”), which is a close shot of a hand holding a large apple.
Recall has been spotty at best in the last couple of days. Apartment? I'm in a large apartment building. for some reason I think I'm in Sweden in a no go zone (I was watching youtube videos of this the night before). I think there were people after me so I'm running down a stairwell for some reason shutting off the lights as they go. I think it's to scare the people after me? I spend quite a long time doing this. I emerge outside and see my dad in a truck I ask him to give me a ride but he says no and leaves me there. I am frustrated not knowing where I am. I become lucid looking at the ground. I float in the air a bit. I go do time dilation by putting my hand on the ground. I forget something in the sequence but I try to stack the time dilation into 3 lucids. I start counting but as an effect of doing it wrong my vision blurs and I wake up. Other dreams involved flying around semi lucid.
[PRE-DREAM] I did not get a wink of sleep last night. My older brother was watching television, I couldn't calm myself down, and the room was freaking hot as hell. Because of this, I ended up staying up until 12 PM! I did have problems with insomnia beforehand but they never escalated like this before. [DREAM] Because of this I ended up not having that many memorable dreams. I vaguely remember hearing some voices but whether that's because my overactive waking mind or not is left to be determined. I don't remember seeing much either, since it was drowned out by my waking thoughts and stuff. [THOUGHTS] I really have to fix my insomnia problem if I want to do the CAT method after all. Starting today.
I Started into this dream through SP. It took me several tried to get into this dream. The first time I accidentally broke out of SP in fact it was many times I ended up messing up from moving or jerking around too much. The second problem was a memo leak of some kind, what I mean by this is that upon entering SP I would end up forgetting what I wanted to dream about and what to focus on. I lay down and after a while the SP comes back along with the memo leak then the furnace comes on and creates a new problem. Now there is heat blowing on my back and the sound it is making is amplified and loud. The air on my back causes discomforting sensations and the rare pain in the back type SP so I break out, turn onto my back then reenter the SP. Then I began to get irrelevant HI. The HI consisted of a strange cartoony DC that looked like a green and blue sun with a black stick body. There was a sky behind him and it appears as though he was in a pine tree, looking down at me. I get a monkey/tropical feel from this and opened my real eyes to get rid of it. I was still in SP and didn't move I was still forgetful about what I wanted to dream about and broke out. Instantly my memory is normal and I think about the heavyarms Gundam and reenter SP. I get it back just in time as I entered the dream. I'm at a strange place that feels like my recent home at Burton and I get out to walk outside but my mom is there. I tell her that it is a dream so that she doesn't worry about me going outside. And I go straight outside through the back. It is daytime and there are pockets or fog around, the air is heavy and humid and worst of all there are people laying on the ground all around. I get the feeling that these people were sick because this place was radio active and realized that it was not a good idea to be outside, at all. I start to go back indoors when my awareness spikes up. I don't have to worry about this stuff nothing will happen. I turn around and began my walk, looking at stuff and more people came around. Some were standing up and milling around while others remained on the ground. As I walked around I started seeing sand piles and I avoided them because of ants. But then more started appearing closer to me and I yelled at the dream. "Get this shit put of here and away from me!" The sand disappeared and I ended up shifted back indoors. I reopen the doors and my jaw dropped. Milling all around a construction site like place were hundreds of Heavyarms. There was some talking to each other and some standing around looking at stuff. I start to go out but something told me that there was one right outside the door way I opened. There goes one right there a voice said. Standing off to the side, I can see part of heavyArms shoulder and chest poking from around the corner. I walk out to get seen on purpose and it looked down at me with it's green Gundanium eyes, pointed at me and motioned with its finger for me to come here. I shook my head and avoided him. I ran down some steps but ended up grabbing the attention of a few other Heavyarms and ended up with three of them after me. There were some spiral stair in front of me with a computer at the top and I ran up those. As I did so I realized that the steps went to no where and the other Gundams start to come up behind me. I jumped over the sides of the stairs and tripped as I landed, allowing them to catch up to me. I seen one with it's arms up in the air, looking at me with his chest all puffed up like he was gonna open it. Shoot I don't want that to happen. I got up and purposely tripped again and this time the three of them ran up on me and started kicking me while I was on the ground. Didn't hurt though but I was glad they wanted to fight. "You wanna fight do we? I can make that happen." As I stood up to get ready to battle I ended up waking up.
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