Created Wednesday 31 October 2018 Got fragments today, which includes a short DILD. Scrap Group 1 Another Seinfeld dream? Riding around an elementary school bus, of all things. Someone's giving a lecture on patience and leadership. I step out, and accompany an unknown young black girl to her class. She complained about the lesson, but I assured her it would be useful in time. The moment I entered her class, I suddenly became aware. I claimed I was late for a meeting. The girl insisted that she'd give me a ride there, but I declined; after all, how could she even manage such? I was making my way out of an office, when these young punks insulted me. I ignored them, and blurted something about their comedy needing work. The dream collapsed shortly after. At home. Out in the driveway, mom almost unwittingly ran over my niece. I scold ma for her carelessness. But, she didn't seem all that concerned, much to my outrage.
Updated 11-01-2018 at 12:00 AM by 89930
lx. 28th or 29th of October Dream fragment: Something about some "stragglers"? I remember a location, from a bird's eye point of view, it was rural, there was a big mansion/manor in the middle. Remember going there and being told to try the stragglers. Remember another dream location supposedly nearby. Looked a bit like a dump inside, it was like a giant metal container, not unlike a shipping container but bigger. Some sort of dwarf-like people, these stragglers. I was here to mine some titanium ore or something, and they hadn't been able to find any but I did. lxi. today, 31st of October Dream fragment: Something about my partner wanting pizza. Dream fragment: A dream that was half-real half-game? Everything was fine but then there was some sort of war? Remember building blocky planes or vehicles and wondering if I couldn't just stay behind to do important logistics instead of flying off. At some point in this dream I remember a living room of some sort and some pizza, a tv and a sofa... Some notes about the dreaming: The first dream fragment feels related to the story I started writing a couple of weeks ago as a dreaming script. I have been thinking about that story but not writing a lot on it because of my tiredness.The war dream and building a plane probably comes from recently trying out the game "Besiege". Some general waking-life notes: I've been a bit too tired recently and just can't get up or wake up at the time I want to, and it has happened I've gone to bed later than I wanted to as well.Lately I've been thinking about why certain elements never come up in dreams; such as reflective surfaces and some of things I do in waking life (such as painting and drawing).There have been mornings where I did initially recall a small dream fragment lately, but several times I had to get up and get on with something else and I'd forget the fragments or not have focused enough on them initially to be able to make a mental or written note.I have been practicing reality checks quite often and especially trying to make note of when things could potentially be dream elements. But the intention or the check muscle memory doesn't seem to be carrying over at all into dreams at the moment. Maybe I need to read more again, that seems to stimulate something different. Scoring: + Previous score: 60.5 + This DJ entry score (breakdown below): 1.5 ++ Recall a non-lucid fragment * 3: 1.5 = Total score thus far: 62.0
Updated 10-31-2018 at 01:16 PM by 95293
It begins with me commenting that a bunch of people had left their stuff behind in this big bus-type vehicle. Me and others start going through everything, realizing that there was quite a lot of stuff, plus a whole bunch of drawers. Little things keep falling out of overheard compartments, once a big coin, another time a folder. Somewhere along the way I start thinking of the people as students, as there are a lot of notebooks and textbooks. There’s also this partition full of clothes I’m excited to explore. Suddenly the tone changes. The bus had been in an accident. I remember carefully making my way to a bathroom and washing my hair, like something had gotten in it. There were multiple used towels and I had to decide one which to dry my hair off with. I’m following my sister as she walks toward an Asian women standing beside some tables with lids made of wood. As we approach, my sister says, ‘Don’t worry, this is my little sister.” The woman still seems worried but she allows me to help. We need to empty all these cases of valuables fast because bad guys could be coming. I’ve got a handful of these golf ball size rocks when she tells me to “get the stones”, and I look over and see different colored shining small stones. There is an Asian boy standing in front of me, about nine years old. The woman watches in horror as he takes an earring and pierces my thumb with it. I’m trying to keep calm (even though I felt no pain). The woman says, “He’s trying to scar you.” I hand him the next earring, a blue stone in it, and he repeats the process (old earring gone). It’s fuzzy here but there was a bad guy, and as we were trying to get away, we came across the severed head a black guy who had been on our side. Another guy (who reminds me of Chris Farley) was missing, and the bad guy pointed and said ‘he’s there’. It was the place of the accident. It looked like a steel railing had been rammed into. I run into the clothes partition, clothes strewn everywhere. I get down and start crawling into the corner through them, confident that there’s a way out there. I’m outside and see three orange cats in different places, and I know that they belong to the students from the bus. I say something like ‘this is why I didn’t bring my cats, they’re indoor only’. I feel like just before I said that, I questioned where mine were. I also remember there was another scene of looking in a wooden pen at three fluffy cats of mixed colors. My sister is driving me in some small vehicle while I pretend to be injured. I’m at the front of the vehicle lying on my back on a slab of wood. She kept getting mad at people in the way, and there was this one man in particular who jumped from a bike or something into the back of a van where the doors were open. He’s crouched inside looking out at us when my sister suddenly spits at him. The man says something about ‘fire’ and I felt that something was wrong about that. Should not be fire but something else. Then I spit too and hit the back of the passenger seat. I was waiting for the reaction, because my spit was acid. I don’t know where this fits in, but I was talking to my friend Cole and I said something like ‘oh no, we left our cards at the bleachers’. We had already picked up most of them but left behind some less desirable ones. I got excited thinking about this one there of Pizza from Food Fantasy, but assured Cole that it would be wrong to steal it even when the owner left it behind. The cards themselves were actually floating, shimmering over the seats and you just touched them to obtain them. Inspirations: Clothes: When am I not thinking of clothes lately. Sister: Been thinking about her lately, we’re doing a movie night soon. Earrings: I think it was yesterday that my mom told me about this trick to clean tarnished earrings. Orange cats: My own new cat and an outside cat I saw/talked about recently. Cats in pen: Saw a gif of a dog squeezing in with another dog into a cage thing yesterday. Cards, Pizza: From the current event in an app game I play called Food Fantasy. Maybe also from Magical Days: The Brats’ Parade since I’m playing an event there too.
Created Tuesday 30 October 2018 Got a DILD/DIELD to note, along with some fragments and non-dream states. Scrap Group 1 In a school's cafeteria. Watching Seinfeld. Kramer is having invasive surgery done to him due to a common illness gone wrong. Still, he was exceedingly paranoid about the whole situation.I was given his role. Got sudden awareness. I vibrated in place, trying my best to teleport. But, to my horror, this didn't seem to work. The dream collapsed in seconds. DEILD a minute later. Dream 1 - Too Anxious for the Entreaty The visuals were a bit blurred. DEILD transition in bed. I immediately launch myself out of the house and to the twilight clouds above. During my flight, I pass an entire tropical forest, then crossed a whole ocean. Took a moment to spin and rub my hands. A few minutes in, I took a better view of the stars. But as I looked closer, I found these were actually small, stationary, glowing orbs floating in midair, some distant, and others very close by. Stopping over a suburban island, I called out to the cosmos, entreating it to take me to the Backyard. Anticipation got the better of me. The dream collapsed soon after. Scrap Group 1 Several near-ream transitions from REM Atonia. In one, I create an explosion, unwittingly collapsing the state entirely. Various others had me spinning in place momentarily before things got disrupted. Something about Doom, or some other dark sci-fi setting? In the living room at home. My brother was there,as were my niece and my cousin's baby. I tried to RC, but the others kept interrupting me in some way or another. A kid's song was sounding in the background.
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