Once again, my memory only picks up partway through what seems to be a large, complex plot mostly full of unfamiliar people and settings. This setting, from what I recall, visually resembled an exaggerated version of the American Southwest—think mesas and sunsets, but more so— although the action and characters didn’t seem to match up with it in any discernible way. My friend Ona and I are swimming in an indoor pool when two men we’re acquainted with who are cousins arrive and say that they’ve reserved it for a period of time, starting now. I can see from a chart with colored boxes on a grid that they have, so Ona and I get out and sit at a table in a sort of an adjoining area overlooking the pool. There’s a hint of past antagonism or rivalry with these men, one of them in particular, having to do with things from the earlier part of the dream I forgot. After a little while, the other man comes over to the table. He has something for us: some ara and a loaf of fresh bread, which we accept. He doesn’t say it, but this seems to be a sort of apology for us having to leave the pool. Somewhere along the course of us sitting there, the area transforms into an ornate theater, where people are starting to come in. As before, we’re in a sort of raised area, this time above where the stage and the lower seats are, but there are other seating areas wrapping around it in a semicircle. Many of the people seem to disapprove of us drinking alcohol, which doesn’t really bother us, and, in any case, has happened plenty of times before. But we aren’t bothering anybody, and if they don't like it, that’s their problem. But still—even though I want to like the guy who gave us this and believe that it was a sincerely meant gift, there's also the possibility that his beastly cousin put him up to it because he knew we’d get flak for it. I examine the glass: it’s quite pretty, with some transparent colored parts in an art nouveau-like abstract pattern—and above that, a silhouette of the Prague skyline. The golden city and one of its golden ages. I briefly wonder if he has a whole stockpile of these just for giving away to people. The next part of the dream involves the production itself, which doesn’t seem to be taking place on a stage, but rather along a street—a straight, flat dirt road with low buildings on either side, again, with a Southwestern vibe. The audience and actors alike are here—or some of the actors, anyway. The protagonist, a woman in a green dress, will be passing along here and looking into some of the shops, having some improvised dialogue with the shopkeepers, but she isn’t here yet. I know this actress personally and find her unpleasant—this also seems to go back to the earlier, forgotten parts of the dream—so I’m going to mess with her a little bit. I go to one of the shops, which is selling art, and rearrange it so that a collection of pictures titled “Halloween Bestiary” is on display on a small stand outside the door. I then flip the latch on the shop door, which is hanging open, so that the it will lock automatically the next time someone closes it. I then make sure I’m out of the way by the time the actress playing the shopkeeper arrives. The woman soon notices the door and is alarmed. If she can’t take the woman in the green dress inside to look at things and is stuck with the Halloween Bestiary pieces outside, the script would require her to pretend to like them, which would irritate her to no end. She is relieved that it’s still open—but just then, my aunt steps out of the shop and closes the door behind her, oblivious to the trouble she’s just set in motion. 3.3.18
Oh lord... Day 19: Fell asleep at: 10:30 AM Woke up at: 3:30 PM Pre-Dream: Before falling asleep proper, I tried my hand at a nap-induced WILD. I ended up getting too anxious and couldn't do the WILD proper, mostly because the prospect of an LD was too exciting for me to handle. My heartbeat was the fastest it had ever beat in its life. I did manage to get my legs and arms numb, and I did manage to hear one or two auditory hallucinations, but I finally stopped when my brother got at the pups. Dream 18: Nice Guys Don't Play These Games Me and a cousin of mine are scampering through this dark, ginormous house. It's nighttime, of course, and we quickly make our way into the building. My cousin hops towards a bunk bed in one of the bedrooms and makes himself at home. He tells me to block/barricade the door before the 'others' get here. Being the upstanding, dedicated nice guy that I am, I ask him why we're doing this to begin with, and refuse to lock the door. This could be someone's property, and I don't feel like pissing off an entire family and getting charged for it. I should have spoke a lot sooner, though, as a terrifying presence forces both of us to run away again. We make our way through the backyard...Then the dream ended. Dream 19: Reference Sheet I'm looking over a character reference sheet for some video game, either Fallout or Overwatch. The character in question is an old, African American detective with a patched trenchcoat, gray hair, and a cigar in his mouth. He has the same tired eyes that characters like Brock and Majin Buu have, as well. There's also a diagram that has a picture of his younger self, complete with black, greasy hair, and his old self.
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video This video was fun to make this time. The dreams were very visual and gave me lots to draw. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uL5JRXNMWbc Round 1 of dreams. I remembered a part with my sister and I, in a tree. And a part where I was with these people walking through some place I can't remember much about. But it was like there was a word in yellow at the end of each pathway. My memory of it gets a little clearer when I got into this city place. I talked to some guy, maybe asking him for money. Then someone was being fired and someone else got their job. It was a restaurant job. My friend and I were restaurant staff, walking around with glass pitchers of ice water to fill people's cups. A bunch of kids were calling another kid a mean name. I was thinking of telling the kid how he was a great person. Because other kids had such a negative view of him, he would have to develop his own internal sense of self confidence. And define himself instead of letting them define him. I ate a white dessert food in a kitchen. Some kids were saying how they don't eat or use the bathroom on the morning of cooking or eating competitions. My friend A K had a dessert food. I asked for a chunk. I needed a chunk of that dessert food to buy minutes for my phone so I could call him. I went into the kitchen to look up his number in my old phone. It showed an app. I had to select why I didn't install the app. I selected that it was too similar to other apps I already had. Round 2 of Dreams. In one part, I was moving windows around on a computer. At the end of the dreams, I was hearing my sister very emotionally crying and saying some words. Something like, "It was only two weeks. Why did we have to get into a dollar fight?" And something about "Why can't we be in Heaven for now?" Her emotion really affected me deeply. I was watching an electronic screen in the dream as I listened to her, and considered going to comfort her. But I was already listening. I woke up in my physical bed very confused, thinking she was next door. It took me a while to realize that my sister lives upstate and that was just a dream. Round 3 of dreams. I was in my garage moving something. There were some melodic song lyrics I was trying to keep in my mind for when I woke up. I "woke up" in a bright room. I had slept in a hot tub. I was trying to take down the song lyric and all these lights were on. I thought it was too much light to go to sleep again but I really wanted to record the dream. My Mom and Sister were talking in the next room, and I worried that it was making it difficult for me to concentrate on the dream. (It was a false awakening but I didn't know. ) I "woke up" again (in another False Awakening) and this time I was walking by some kids. I saw a really nice looking pink crystal on the ground and gave it to one of the kids. It was a flaky stone. Then I went down a kind of swirly pole thing on a jungle gym. As I walked around, I was relieved to know the last dream had been a false awakening. But, I didn't know this one was also a false awakening! L O L. In the next part I was in my car outside the local deli. A guy looked stuck or confused about where to go. He was with a little girl, maybe his daughter. I had some "dream telepathy" that he was deciding between going to the deli for healthy food or walking elsewhere to an unhealthy place. I called out to him, "Go to the healthy place!" He didn't acknowledge where the words came from but he headed for the deli. I was laying on my back and this older man was standing over me. I forgot exactly what happened but I realized it was a dream. Then I was in "the void" but seeing images flash before my eyes. images, and words. Like credits rolling after a movie. On a black back ground. I tried to pay attention to what I was seeing, knowing I was dreaming. Some cool images appeared. Words appeared, slow enough to try to memorize at first, then sped up. I just relaxed and let it go. I was sort of moving as I watched all this but not really. I have had this feeling before, like in this Spongebob scene I had in another dream, that is hard to explain. It is like I feel like I am moving my physical body but still seeing the dream? But not quite. I was back laying on my back with the older man there again. now he had 2 pairs of scissors. ("Scissor hands kills me, please, please, free me", and circumcision trauma, comes to mind. ) I knew it was a dream and tried to hold back his scissors. I felt he was overpowering me though. I looked in his eyes and started to say, "I love you, father." He wasn't my Dad. But those were the words that came to me. He stopped being an attacker, and became a friend. It seemed like he was really happy. Then that part ended. Right after it ended I was back in that void, same as a paragraph or two ago. Seeing more stuff. The dream was showing me these amazing childrens book covers with colored pencil drawings of cool dinosaur types of things. One was green with a dandelion type of thing on its head. It opened up its dandelion thing. Then the dream showed this other creature flying in the sky. This creature jumped up, went to rocket speed and caught the other flying creature in its dandelion head thing, I guess capturing or consuming it. It was awe inspiring. This was on this island thing. Maybe some more stuff happened on the island thing. But I remember this young girl throwing 3 plastic containers into the water off a tall dock. I asked her why she did that. She said it is all biodegradable basically. I doubted the plastic would dissolve and flew down to pick it up. One thing had purple jelly in it that was getting into the water. This creature swam up to us saying "I am the sugar substitute snail" L O L. I was feeling I might need to use the bathroom and record the dream soon since it had been so long. I thought if I asked the girl her name, it might help me come back to the dream later. I asked, "Young lady, what is your name?" She said Cheyenne or Sheyanne, however it is spelled. I mis heard the first two times and said, "Cyan?", and "Keyeanne?" She kept correcting me until I guessed, "Oh, Sheyanne?" and then I woke up in my physical bed. Round 4 of dreams. This one was quick. Just me at my desk, and hearing a voice say some very relevant things to my waking life. One was, "It is all about silencing the mind." And some other more personal advice I never would have gone out looking for had it not come to me in a dream. Round 5 of dreams. I forgot some earlier stuff but my memory starts with me in a bathroom. Then thinking of responding to a question that was posted. I became lucid somehow. I had some thoughts of morality within dreams. Then I was running down the main road in my town, as a human, but on all fours. I picked up this little case of Pokemon cards along the side of the road, and looked at them as I ran. Running in the dream felt cool and stabilizing. Most of the cards I just passed through, but this amazing 440 H P Raikou with all gold grid on the card caught my eye. I stopped and looked at it. One of the move slots said to wake up and write down the dream so far, then come back. So I figured I would do that. Maybe some other stuff happened. Not sure. Then I had a false awakening of using my voice recorder. only it was not working properly and I started to panic. As the voice recorder kept giving me problems, I panicked more and more. I got a horrible sinking feeling that I had lost it all. I was so relieved when I awoke in my physical bed for real. Notes. I thought these dreams were excellent. Really enjoyed them. I had a conversation with the "dream intelligence" as I fell asleep that I think led to some really top notch dreams. Basically telling my dreams how much I care about them and such.
I was in a multi-storey building and had a can of beer. I went up the stairs to the top floor. I went into the bathroom there to drink it because there was cameras everywhere else. I held the door shut because I had a feeling something might try to come in. Then suddenly, I was in another building that seemed a bit like the inside of a mall or hotel. I became lucid and did the nose plug RC to confirm. I willed my Anima to appear and she did. I told her that she would be my companion in my next dreams.
I dreamt that I was in some sort of indoor market. I started talking to someone about lucid dreaming, and then realised I was dreaming. I did the nose plug RC to confirm. Then I looked at my fingers- 7 on each hand. I also tried the finger-through-palm RC but it didn't work. I tried to make the ceiling disappear so I could fly outside, and woke up during the effort.
1. I was talking to someone about the movie Butterfly Effect. I said that apart from the whole time travel thing, the plot was fairly realistic. Someone started arguing with me about it, and I said that Tommy setting fire to Crockett is the sort of thing that happens in real life. 2. I was in a car with an older man who turned out to be Obi-Wan Kenobi. We were arguing and I said that it's his fault that Darth Maul keeps dragging me out of cars and trying to kill me, because Kenobi failed to kill him on Naboo. 3. Donald Trump was sitting at a desk next to a politician who was competing with him for the presidency. Trump was much bigger than the other man and appeared to intimidate him. He ridiculed the other man and imitated his facial expressions.
When this dream started off, I was in Labyrinth (from the nosleep horror story on Reddit), in the room with the jackets, spiders and the hidden key. I was bitten on the finger by one of the spiders while looking for the key, and it left a massive hole there. I became scared that the spider had laid eggs inside my finger. I found the key in the next jacket and was teleported outside the room. I was then talking to my mother in a canyon. We turned around and there was a street behind us. Jack (my 7-year-old brother) was driving a black car back and forth. After a while he went straight past us down the street. I became lucid and flew after him. The car changed from black to bright green. I landed in front of it and for some reason decided to throw it into a field. I realised that he might get hurt so I flew under it and caught it, setting it down gently. Jack wasn't inside it anymore though, instead there were two men with blue afros. I decided to go back in time to find Jack.
1. I was with my granddad in a coastal town and there was "railways" everywhere. They looked like grindrails from Ratchet & Clank. I was planning on somehow riding one to Cape Town. 2. Two of my friends asked me to put vinegar in their coffee, and then got angry with me when they didn't like how it tasted. 3. I was with friends and a girlfriend inside a building that seemed to be hosting some sort of convention. I went to the bathroom and my friend Paul was there. A lady asked me if I could fix her camera and I said no.
Day 18: Fell asleep at: 10:30 PM Woke up at: 6:40 AM Dream 14: For Dear Life I remember exiting out of my grandma's neighborhood during the dead of night. My brother and brother-in-law and I are sitting in the backseat of an oversized truck, which my sister is driving. None of us are wearing our seatbelts, nor did I find any around. I'm clinging onto my seat as my sister swerves around town. The seat is straight metal, so even trying to maintain a grip is impossible. We stopped by a water fountain as a red light mercifully saved me from falling off the car. Dream 15: Expected Laziness I'm in an unidentifiable interior setting. It resembles a library, combined with some sort of coffee shop. It seems some people from school are preparing for a race. All of them are getting into position, and I manage to sneak my way past them and into another room. Two people I know are there, N.Rio and Mike. Both of them are sitting on a black couch in front of a window. Looking out the window, there was another white cuboidal building off in the distance. N.Rio and Mike are both on their phones. And since mine was (And still is) broken, I just stared at what they were watching. I remember coming across as awkward and nosy, but beyond that there wasn't much else. Dream 16: Rolling Chairs are Awesome Now it's lunchtime. Talking to some DCs, I bring up the undeniable fact that rolling chairs are the best thing one could ask for. To demonstrate my point, I tell them I can get from place to place without even getting out of my chair. My destination? The other side of the cafeteria. Rolling around at the speed of sound, I race my way past the cluttered cafeteria and to a table where the lunch ladies are sitting, across from where I was at. I hand them my chair, pretending that there's something wrong with it, and I ask them if I can go to the restroom. I guess I thought it was weird that I'd show up there for no reason and head back, so I improvised a reason for doing so when I got there. Day 19: Fell asleep at: 4:00 AM Woke up at: 7:30 AM Dream 17: Dang it... I remember having a really vivid dream today, but my two puppies woke me up so I forgot all about it. They bark when they're hungry, thirsty, angry, happy, jealous, or when they feel anything at all.
Morning of March 3, 2018. Saturday. In the last segment of my dream, I find myself holding a vacuum cleaner. I start to vacuum the floor, which has the appearance, to some extent, of the area near the entrance to my room in Cubitis (where I had not lived since 1978). However, it also has the essence of our present home. Over time, as I am vacuuming, there is a point at which the vacuum cleaner’s sound decreases. The suction becomes minimal, though I am still able to vacuum a little longer. I vacuum up small paper scraps as well as dust and small debris. Finally, the vacuum cleaner’s sound is almost inaudible. I bend the hose at different angles to see if that helps release any debris in the blocked area, but it does not seem to be working. As I am twisting the hose, my focus is to my left, the side the vacuum cleaner is mostly oriented toward. Eventually, in hypnopompic revelation (the emergent consciousness factor of liminal space, where the meaning of my dream is revealed to me), I discover that the blood circulation of my left arm had been cut off to a greater extent than usual, as I was sleeping on it. Thus, the blocked vacuum cleaner hose was autosymbolism for my left arm’s blocked circulation. RAS mentally prepared me for this with my dream’s focus on the blocked hose to resolve the issue as soon as possible after my dream’s cessation. (This is known as biological pattern matching.) My dream’s beginning is associated with the glymphatic system and the evidence that the clearance of interstitial waste products increases during the resting state.
FRAGMENT 1: I was in my backyard. M was sitting in a chair in the yard with no top whatsoever and was crossing her arms as if it were cold, although it was a perfectly sunny day. I was checking if she had no top just to be sure, and when I noticed I flinched backward into the lawn chair I was in. FRAGMENT 2: In this fragment, I was at J's house. I was going to show him a song by a Czech band called Kabát, but He said he only had five minutes left. His grandma then came in speaking nearly perfect English. I forgot exactly what she said, but she had to replace the word she was trying to say with "thing". I was astonished on how fast she learned the language, and then I realized that English is considerably less complicated than Czech.
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