I am in what seems to be a dorm room set up for three people, although there are only two of us living there. Above the doorways, I can see red text continually scrolling by, which is then replaced by new text—records of conversations, it seems. On the walls, there are a few posters, different pictures, but all with the words “conserve merriment” at the bottom. This is a reference to something familiar to the person I am in the dream. I walk from the room where I am to the one where my flatmate is sitting. He/she—this person seems rather androgynous, and the dream itself offers no clues—wants to know if I’m interested in going to do something with him/her. I reflect that I do seem to have been learning more from the things I spend my free time doing than from my actual classes. But I still feel reluctant. It has to do with things I experienced before getting here, I tell my flatmate. In a way, it’s like I’m telling about everything that’s happened to me up until now, but all compressed into a sentence or two—a lifetime spent as a fugitive, never being able to stay in any one place for long, just one bad thing after another. And then he/she replies: “Is that all?” And actually, when you put like that, it really doesn’t seem so bad. Sure, I guess I’ll go to your thing. We then talk for a bit about the place we’re at, which is called Campa Piri, and another place I can’t remember the name of now. Then I find myself reading a transcript of the conversation rather than experiencing it. I glance a bit further on, where we’re talking about yet another nearby place called Stone Sway and joking about how it totally sounds like a double entendre. And at that point, I wake up. In the next dream of the night, I also seem to be a different person—a young boy staying at a large house with a group of other people, all adults, apparently. There was a lot that happened in the early parts of this dream that I can no longer remember, but it seemed to involve finding some kind of special thing in this house—I want to say it was a book, but I’m not entirely sure, and so from here on out it will be known as the MacGuffin. We are all preparing to leave, and it seems that my uncle—my actual uncle, the only familiar person in this dream—is going to be taking the MacGuffin back with him. I don’t like this: I think that it would be better off in the hands of literally anyone else in the world, and it really ought to stay in the house here. But he’s intent on it and, as usual, impervious to arguments. He’ll also be taking all the paintings that were in the dining room. It’s a wood-paneled room with a long, wooden table in the middle of it, and pretty much all the space on the walls was taken up with paintings, which illustrated various stories. But now he has them stacked in a closet there, ready to be taken out to the car. I’m not happy about this either. I tell him that he wouldn’t have the space to hang them up, and they’d probably just sit in his house, not even properly stored. He claims he’ll hang them up, but I don’t believe him. What strikes me as particularly unfair about this is that it was only by means of the paintings that we had managed to understand the MacGuffin’s true nature and gain possession of it—possibly from some dark sorcerer type, but that’s also escaped my memory. If the paintings aren’t available, the MacGuffin may never be able to make its way into the hands of someone more suitable in the future. But then it occurs to me—I can make sure the paintings never make it to his house. There are many people here who also feel this isn’t right, and with their cooperation, we can have the paintings mysteriously back on their walls. Maybe we can spook him into returning the MacGuffin. I pull someone aside to tell them my idea, and pretty soon, the plan is ready to be put into action. But we need a diversion so we can get our hands on the paintings. It’s announced that I’m going to be talking about a painting in a nearby room, and so everybody—minus a few co-conspirators—files in and sits down in rows of chairs. I have the painting there at the front of the room: a fairly small one of a winter scene with trees. I begin talking. I am a kid and don’t know a thing about painting, but I confidently B.S. my way through it. Just as I’m explaining how the branches of the trees in the painting are reminiscent of the branches of knowledge, continually reaching out and producing new shoots, an older man with short, white hair stands up and approaches me. He is a professor of art history, and he thinks that the branches are nothing of the sort. I tell him that that’s what one of my philosophy professors had said about them. I definitely have the impression that he, too, is in on it, and that this, too, is part of the diversion. Once I’m done, we head out towards the door. This requires us to pass through the dining room, which I had forgotten about, but I see that the walls there are still bare. That’s good—right now, it’s still too early. But I’m sure the paintings will be back up once everyone’s gone through. 16.2.18
Dreams from 2018-02-16 to 2018-02-17. Round one of dreams I didn't remember much of. It seemed like it would have been interesting to remember. I think I dreamed about learning dream control in some in depth way. I would have like to have remembered it. Then I got insomnia for a few hours! Then I had an Animorphs dream. The Animorphs were being chased to the edge of a cliff. Marco jumped or fell off the edge. Jake jumped after him and morphed into a lion or tiger. When he morphed it made an Elephant noise though, not a cat noise. Cassie morphed to a bird and flew down. They were falling a really far distance I think down to a river. I wondered why Marco and jake didn't morph into birds in midair. I figured Jake would land on all fours and Marco could land safely on his back in human form. There was something involving a boat. Next scene. (pre lucid. ) I find myself in a basement on a hard floor. I think I have woken up (false awakening) in physical world and I am trying to stay still to remember my dream. Really bright lights are in my eyes and the floor is really uncomfortable. I am worried I will forget the dream as I try to get comfortable. I look around a bit and see grey and red around me. Something makes me think it might be a dream. I attempt a finger palm test but it doesn't go through. Next scene. (Non lucid. )I am at a table with three females. They are all talking about various things. I am trying to write my dream journal entry in my phone. I consider seeking out some better ear plugs or going to get my ear muffs. My phone has a funny small window pop up that I don't ree cognize. I get a little annoyed as the females continue to talk, keeping me from being able to concentrate on my dreams. this room is in the location of the room I stayed in when I lived with my Nana as a kid. I woke up from those dreams, thought them through and recorded them. Next dream. (Non lucid. ) Where my memory begins I am trying to clean up some dry rice thats been spilled. G W seems mad at me or judgmental that I should be cleaning it. As I sweep it, I stoop to talk to someone in a chair. (Non lucid. ) A somewhat different looking person is trying to talk to me and keeps grabbing my chin. Their nose is bruised like a really mushy apple bruise and their right eye looks the same. I am trying to be nice to them but I feel kind of funny about them grabbing my chin that way. I don't want other people to see them grab my chin. (Non lucid. ) The person turns out to be a male but disguised as a female. I let them know they did a great job of disguising their gender, even though I knew something was off. I am not interested in their advances but instead of saying this outright, I am very kind to them. The person goes down a hall way and breaks a metal bar. I see where it is broken and try to bring it to them. They are up on a high shelf on a wall. (Non lucid. ) Now the person has become M B from grade school, wearing multiple hoodies. He has on two skate board types of shoes with high tops, but they aren't the same color. Same design, but different shades of blue. He is asking me how great his shoes are. I tell him they are very great. (Physically awake. ) There are some other parts I forgot. I woke up and thought through these. Just as I was part way through thinking through them, I felt the vibrational state. I was able to take it a step further this time and actually create a sensation of rotating my whole body like an O B E. Like a log floating in water, as one of my audio tapes says. Then I rotated forward like a front flip. I started to fly downward but got scared due to connotations with downwards. I started to fly up but also got scared due to what could be out there in the sky. I didn't have any vision. I think it was more a WILD entry than an O B E. (Lucid from onset. ) I see a dream flash of money beginning to form. I am like, cool, money! And I am able to move my eyes around the formulating dream scene but I can't move anything else. (Lucid. ) I am sitting at a table with M G and two big paper bags of money. The bags are sealed all the way around but full of money. M G tears one open and says he needs all the money. This pains me, but I know it is a dream, so it is only dream money. I feel threated by M G, like if I don't give him what he wants, he will hurt me. So, I tell him he can have all the money. (Semi lucid. ) I am overly concerned with M G and sort of forget I am dreaming and I have more power than I realize. I spend most of the dream considering his demands and how I will avoid him hurting me if I don't meet them. (Non lucid. ) In the same room, there is now a white bed bracket hanging off the wall, bouncing around. I notice it is very high on the wall and I wonder how it got up there, and if it is safe. M G is laying on the bed bracket, bouncing around. (Non lucid. ) I am in my room with my sister watching something on a very high tech lap top I once used for work. It has a really shiny and clean monitor. My Dad comes to my door in a white shirt and says something about how something is a gamble, or a risk. I realize the volume is loud on the computer and I apologize for it being so loud. He says that wasn't bothering him and walks away. (Physically awake. ) I woke up from those and thought them through. I was really amazed by the WILD entry / O B E thing. Never had that much of a non physical movement like that. I think my fear prevented me from going as far with it as I could so next time I will try to have more positive expectation. (Dream flashes. ) I am looking at a dream computer screen with 6 panels or windows open on it. I am trying to decide which one to click on. The dream flash lasts only a second and I am back in bed. I try to be mindful of these since sometimes I can make a WILD out of them if I think fast enough. (Non lucid. ) I am in my college weight room. I am doing some heavy dead lifts, perhaps with 495. I look to my left and see someone un racking 315 pounds to do a front squat. They have their fingers under the bar like an olympic grip but move their hands in a way that kind of scares me. I watch them squat the weight and I am pretty impressed. Without me noticing, the front squat changes to a back squat and the bar is at a physically impossible angle on the guy's left shoulder. I notice his last few reps are above parallel. As I walk by, I notice another guy getting ready to squat what looks like 155. (This might have been part of a dream but it was all I remebered. ) (Non lucid. ) I am watching some wealthy people move into a mansion. Then I am seeing them all in a kind of year book or catalogue. I think one of the people looks like B H. They have a silver mini van. (Non lucid. ) I am in my Nana's room looking at a year book. There are more people there. There is a female there I am interested in. (Non lucid. ) I am in my current bedroom near the covered window. My exercise bike is by the covered window instead of by the foot of my bed. I have a giant year book. There is a ripped out page poking out. It is a picture of someone I know. I feel bad for looking at her picture, but I don't think I will have a chance with her anyway. I put the year book by the exercise bike and try to "go to sleep" within the dream, not knowing it is a dream. (Non Lucid. ) I am an old man in some kind of nursing home. I am wearing a hat and wondering where my hair is. The nurses say it is time to clean my teeth and put me through a conveyor belt like on a car wash. Along the side is shown an X ray of my mouth being held wide open and washed. When I come out my teeth are all white. I go down to a metallic bathroom place and wrinse. (Lucid. ) Same location as above. I become lucid in the bathroom some how. I am looking in the mirror, thinking I look similar to my physical self, but also like the people in the photographs during previous dreams. Parts of my body seem different. I go pee and water seems to come out. (This doesn't cause me to pee in physical life but when I went to pee, the thought of physically peeing never crossed my mind. When I feel like physically peeing and I am in an L D I don't go in the dream. ) I am wondering what to do to make the best of my lucidity. I decide to go out and interact with dream figures. One woman says I am not wearing a hat. I decide that is enough dream figure time and fly out through the glass door. On the way out, I see the year book from the previous dream. I fly around, sensing that dream figures can see me flying. I feel pretty good flying this time. The dream collapses after a little bit. (WILD/DEILD induction thing. ) Thinking the previous dream has ended, I see a black void. A big grey plus sign appears over the whole thing. I think it might be a road. I realize this is my chance to enter a new dream and apply a great deal of mental force to entering this dream scene before I lose my chance. At times I think I am not going to be able to pull this off. I am amazed when I land on this road, as if I had just fallen from ten thousand feet in the air, in a rectangular indent in the road. (lucid. ) A lot of people are running or biking by on the intersection in the road. They are wearing black. This place is like a desert. I remember the task of the month to summon a Pokemon, but it isn't a stable enough environment for me. Too much activity and I feel worked up. I think an indoor location would be better. I start to walk in a direction, seeking a better place within this dream scape. (Lucid. ) I am climbing up a big rock. I think I am by myself. I am getting ready to summon a Pokemon when I get to the top. Suddenly, I notice a woman in black tight clothing climbing up behind me and to my left. She gets in front of me and I feel somewhat distracted as to whether I will engage this female dream character or do the Pokemon thing. I think to myself that I should accomplish all my monthly L D goals before I do more spontaneous things within L D's. (Lucid. ) I try to ask the woman for help summoning a Pokemon. I suggest that we can do this together. She doesn't really respond in a direct fashion but I feel an energy of being attracted toward her. I continue looking at her as I think that I am about to summon a Pokemon. I wake up. (Physically awake. ) I woke up from that pretty amazed to get another good L D for the night. In hindsight, if I had looked away from the woman and at my hands, I could have regained focus and aimed to complete the task. Good learning experience, though. that was all my dreams. I typed them up in a shorter format because I worked out my other dream comments and put the more detailed descriptions in a voice recorder.
Morning of February 17, 2018. Saturday. Dream Series: The Experience of Prescience, the Inexplicable Dream State Phenomenon. Part 2 In the first part of my dream, my wife Zsuzsanna and our family are living back on Barolin Street in Australia (though the house has not been there for years). My dream self does not perceive this as incorrect (as usual). We are all in the living room at first. Zsuzsanna’s brothers George and Sonny are visiting, though appear as they were in about 2000. Even though they are talking a lot, I do not clearly follow what they are saying. They seem cheerful for the most part. Eventually, I hear them mention their annoyance about a particular dog, though it seems that two dogs from their neighbor’s yard got into his backyard, which George seems to imply has killed or at least attacked one of his horses. They make a remark about doing something about it, and talk about getting a rifle, but they do not seem very serious, as they seem too cheerful to appear as seeking vengeance. Somehow, a sheriff (dressed in a khaki uniform) enters our house, though from a fictional entrance at the southeast corner of the room. He starts talking about how certain kinds of dogs, as well as certain types of weapons, are not allowed in the region. He does not seem angry or intent on making an arrest at any point. I focus on the sheriff even though he does not seem to regard me at any time. I seem to be sitting down, though my physical awareness at this time is minimal. His appearance becomes more and more bizarre. As I look at his face, it seems wider and wider at the bottom, and narrower and narrower at the top. It seems very strange to me on one level, but on another level, I do not grasp the full surreal nature. I even have a thought like, “so that is what people’s faces look like from this angle”. Eventually, George and Sonny are leaving. I go with Zsuzsanna and them to the front entrance, except that as they leave, I am now going into the backyard of the Loomis Street house in America (where I have not been since 1994) and they are walking out to the alley. My dream self does not question this impossible change. It is dark outside, though I can still see a lot of detail. Still, at first, I think there is snow on the ground or possibly light-colored hair, but this seems like an ambiguous view. I walk around the south side of the house and notice the dirt is strangely soft so that my feet sink down a few inches (though there is no problematic element). There is no grass. As I look down at the ground, there is a very unusual atypical mood, but I cannot quite describe it. Friday, 30 March 2018: What I presently understand about this dream, based on the following real-life event: From exactly one week after this dream, in real life, two large dogs somehow got into our backyard and damaged a couple bird cages (the birds remaining unharmed as I caught them in time) as well as tore apart the Guinea pig cage (on our back porch) just before that, chewed up our children’s pet, but left it lying in the yard near our fence. They also deliberately picked up a few glass bowls (which we use for food and water for our pets) with their mouths and smashed them back onto the concrete as well as pulling out a few lengths of old electrical wiring (no longer in use) from under the back of the house. I felt the same unexplainable anticipation and eerie mood upon realizing our children’s pet was lying in pieces on the ground as I did in my dream concerning the vague uncertainty over the nature of the ground, but it is very hard to describe in words (though my dream’s prescience was quite skewed in regard to the specific details). Also, there was light-colored hair strewn over the lawn from the remains of the guinea pig. Despite part 1 of this series, “The End of the World and Discovering the Sleeper” also turning out to be quite accurately prescient exactly one week ahead, and also of which I completely ignored as a warning as such, that is not always the case. Sometimes the event or feature is shortly after my dream, sometimes one year to the date, other times (such as my marriage to Zsuzsanna) over forty years to the date. It remains inexplicable, especially as there was no reason to consciously expect or even anticipate these events. The owner had come over (against my wishes), who apparently lives down the street somewhere. He offered to give my children a puppy or two (of one of the dogs that killed their pet), which frankly, is about as “absent” of mind and unthinking that anyone could get. About two weeks later, he brought over two guinea pigs, lying to Zsuzsanna that I had told him to do this, when I had made it clear I did not want to see him around our house again. On a side note, I had written before of how “reality checks” for some lucid dreamers (who, for whatever reason, are not naturally lucid as I have always been), who have to “practice” at it, ultimately destroy the integrity of RAS mediation, RAS modulation, and viable consciousness itself. (The concept of “reality checks” has always seemed bizarre to me and has never added up, at least based on my own experiences since childhood. Is this really how some people’s minds work?) People as a rule never listen, though. This includes me when it comes to prescience of which is more significant. Regarding part 1 of this series, I should really have made the important connection between the oversized pizza box and coffin composite and our oldest son getting life-threatening food poisoning from pizza from the closest pizza takeaway. Regarding this entry, I should have checked the literal possibility of dogs getting into our yard and adding to (and better securing) the fence at the side of our house, despite the mother dog having difficulty in getting over it when leaving our backyard after the damage was done.
Updated 03-30-2018 at 01:18 PM by 1390
Fell asleep at: 10:30 Woke up at: 7:20 Dream 01: More Flashing Images Nothing particularly interesting happened last night. I went to bed really mentally exhausted, mostly because of all the homework I had to do, and just plopped myself into my bed. I think I remember being in a sterile, white lab with maybe one or two doctors, but that's really stretching it. All I can remember is the color white. Also, from now on I am going to be numbering my dreams. Even if they're fragments or flashing images, they will still count towards the dream total.
Updated 02-17-2018 at 10:10 AM by 93490
Had a great dream last night, but by later in the morning I forgot everything, except that it was in post-apocalyptic world. I remembered it all much later in the afternoon, while watching TV and seeing a dog brought back recall, even though there was no dog in the dream that I can remember. ...I grab something from invading soldiers, run to the cliff over the ocean and want to throw it in the water to neutralize the threat. But the water is too far from there, so I run alongside the cliff until I feel like I have to throw it, because they are catching up to me. I throw it and it would have fallen in the water, but there are some sand banks and it falls on one of those. I believe though that it's far enough and they won't find it. One soldier chases me across the sand dunes with some grass on them. I see a hole in the side of the dune,bit smaller than the size of a laying person. I squeeze into it and I'm watching the soldier and his shadow as he is looking for me. He stands right next to my hiding place and I just hope he won't find me. Before all that, someone threw a revolver into a huge pile of sand. I'm looking for it, because in this lawless world weapons are valuable. Before that, there was something about a wooden walkway in the large body of water. I wish I remembered more.
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