Created Saturday 21 July 2018 Got several things to note, including a DILD and a WILD. Pity I've forgotten much of the former, and that I was neither creative nor patient enough to deal with the hurdles I faced during the latter... Scrap Group 1 At a supermarket. In an unknown house. My brother was there, apparently sheltering people. I got lucid, and flew around in the place. Non-lucid repeat of forgotten portions of the dream above. Something about a people being held captive in an apartment or office building? Dream 1 - Uncreative and Impatient WILD WILD transition in bed. Felt a bit more rigid than usual, and my covers were clung fast onto my face. I roll off the bed, falling slowly in the void. Multiple awakenings and reentries. Repeats of the above numerous times. I later actively flew around blindly in the darkness. I wanted to force a transition, imagining various different scenes and sounds, but that didn't take. Lingering doubt distracted me, prompting me to feel around more thoroughly just to be sure I was dreaming. In further descents, I spun around albeit slowly. I then thought of changing the shape of my hands. And indeed, as I rubbed them, I could feel them morphing, if only into useless prongs or stumps. This gets me to give more tries at manually pulling the covers from my eyes, but again, nothing. Plenty other repeats until I woke up for good.
I am in a room that has a pool or multiple pools. One of them is pretty crowded. I am now sitting in it though, with Veronica (from high school). She’s wearing a Grateful Dead tie dye and is sitting a little too close to me. She is also turned towards me and is not so subtly coming onto me. I’m not very comfortable with it.
I have driven out to Kelli and Carl’s. It looks like nobody is home, but I also knock on the door. Nobody answer, so I go in. I call out ‘hello’ and get no answer, but I round a corner and see Carl. i continue into the room (doesn’t really look like their house) and Kelli and another girl on a black couch come into view. They’re watching something on the larger TV that is loud and probably why they didn’t hear me. I give Carl a hug and then a handshake. He offers me a margarita (I see one out - it’s in a green can that’s fairly tall: a Lime-a-Rita?) and I pause and think briefly before accepting. He goes to get one and chuckles, saying maybe I can have another or more and stay here. I am now on the couch and watching this movie with them. I am pretty sure the girl on the couch is Kelli Ann. I am not sure which can on the square coffee table is mine, but I feel pretty safe picking up the heaviest one. This film seems to be in the opening sequence - short clips of sea animals and people? with cool color tones and drab music, if any at all. Scenes keep repeating, so much so that we think there is something going wrong. After a repetition, however, there is new content, so we realize this was a purposeful stylization. I think about how that is very dream-like.
I am looking at a map that must be on a computer (it looks like Google Earth) with Melissa. I start zooming in on Nevada, and we can start to see streets and buildings while the whole country is still in frame. I continue zooming, trying to pull the northwest portion into focus. There is a street that seems to transverse just about the whole state. As I get closer, lines of houses along the road pop onto the screen. Some of them are in pairs, facing each other and diagonal to the road. Melissa says something about it being by her neighborhood. I scroll a little to the left, and we see on the map an image of someone walking. I get closer, and we see that it is Melissa. She is wearing her work smock. I think this must’ve been when she was still walking to work (She never has, though). I’m outside in a back or side yard? seated in chairs with Dad, Jon, and another. We are talking about beer; Jon mentions a [some flavor: peach?] ale. I think it sounds good. It is dim/dark out. There is some type of long and thin dock. At the end of it, I have dropped something into the water. It is deep, but not too deep - 10 feet? It is cold though, so I wouldn’t want to submerge myself. I end up prodding some pole down and only needing to extend my arm into the water a little bit to retrieve this blue mop head?
I am hanging out in a house with Melissa, Daylen, and one other. I am not sure whose house it is. I am sitting a little ways from them, and Daylen is trying to be alone with Melissa. I am not sure why they need to be alone right now, and I’m not really angry, but it does make me feel a little weird. I look up and they are gone. I stay here for a bit, eating one of those glazed chocolate pies as well as one other sweet, but then decide to go outside and find them. This neighborhood consists of similar houses, one street that I can see, and an abundance of lush lawn. It is almost labyrinthine. I start walking along a narrow section of lawn between the houses and spot the three walking along the street up ahead. I crouch-run up to a chain link fence and get down behind it. Melissa is either in front or behind, not too near either of the other guys i now know they are trying to catch Katydids. In fact, two different ones fly up and land on my arms before flying off again. I now head back to the house, and these passages of lawn are now inside. This ‘inside’ seems to be a corridor (with walls of a house?) with the lawn as the floor. It does not proceed straight ahead, but turns slightly in both directions. There are openings along the walls, either to rooms or to full houses. I think that the floor being grass is for fire protection. I imagine a fire coming through here.
I am outside somewhere that looks very familiar - very similar to Frenchmans. There are three lines of people, with about 20 or less in the largest line. I get into the ‘Lovebug’ line and none of the people my age in it look familiar. Someone clarifies that we have ‘moved up’ to Fireflies, so I move over. The lines now proceed up a moderate hill on an old, overgrown dirt road. I am wearing pants and long socks. The socks are kind of annoying on my ankles and the pants are hot and not giving me as much flexibility as I’d like. Someone walking with me makes a comment about them taking us on a strenuous walk. I don’t think it’s bad, but as I look at the incline and overgrowth, I could see how it would be for someone not used to it. We’re now reaching a crest in the hill and a building up here. I end up in this building - a bar and grill or something - with Dad. We’re seated at a table close to the corner and the bar, and we’re going to try a beer here. A lady comes over, I think we need a little longer, then it takes a while for her to come back. Looking out the window, I think about how there’s still a little ways to go. I am now back outside and walking. I’m with Jon, and we’re on more flat but forested terrain. It is greener and almost more inviting. The air is cooler and it is more dim and not as exposed. There is also a small river up here. I think there may also be a house, as Jon is saying and keeps saying something about ‘Jim’. He also keeps saying something about a spider (the image in my head is a large, black one, maybe a black widow). There are multiple wooden bridges across this river as we move onward. They are dark wood pieces placed parallel with the river, creating a flat bridge with supports every few pieces. When I watch Jon walk over some of them, the pieces move, swiveling, like a bead on a necklace. He’s been fine so far, but when he jumps onto one of the bridges, quite a ways from the bank, the pieces give way, causing his legs to slip through and him to be caught on one of the supports. He does have a grasp, but appears mostly stuck. I end up by him (in the water?) and am going to help him up. He places a small, circular, water-logged piece of meat onto the wood and then proceeds to clamber out of the water that seems turgid and turbulent yet somehow still. I am outside somewhere that seems like a college campus or some other communal area. It seems slightly dim out. I have a pack of cigarettes and am smoking one. Others here are doing the same. I hold it between my middle and index fingers, noticing that everyone else does too. I think Niki is here. This carton is overly large and light blue. The inside slides open, revealing the cigarettes that also seem too large and like they’re made of plastic. I smoke one down, self conscious of my aggressive in and exhales, and want another, ashamedly. I think I smoked it too far? and it felt like the soft plastic piece sort of broke off when I got to the end. I think I now go somewhere with Niki - though it feels not as if we’re going together - but simply to the same place at the same time. Chelsea is here. It is brought up how she’s all but kicked a heroin habit, but is about to take it up again. We try to dissuade her, but she is blank, resolute, inconsolable. It is brought up where she would find the substance, and they say you need only follow this street. My gaze follows it down. It’s well known that it’s not the best place, and must be known for a prevalence of the drug. I think it’s residential, though it seems dirty and desolate out here. I am outside and moving through some dirt trail between houses in a fairly rural neighborhood (almost like Dad’s). It seems I cover a lot of ground too quickly, almost like I’m watching it happen, instead of actually walking or running. I come to a straight-away that ends in a left turn that dead ends at the side of a house. On top of the path is a dilapidated train track. It follows the straight-away but is a few feet/a body’s height off the ground when it rounds the corner. I wonder how I am going to move along this, as it twists right before the house and may be incomplete in a section. The wall that the track runs into is a neutral color (light blue/grey?) and is slightly aged and worn and bare except for one large window. Through the window I see a partially drawn curtain and two chairs. I can hear people moving about talking inside, and these people are moving out of this house. It’ already pretty bare, but I start moving cups and other everyday items off a shelf. I think the people here don’t know that I am here? I now start moving stacks of DVDs (the ones we have at Mom’s, I’m pretty sure). Analysis: Later today, I go on a walk with Mom, on which we seem to come to some realizations about the first and third dreams from last night. What prompts these realizations is the sighting of a small bridge being constructed in a front yard. I find this significant, as the bridge as of yet only consists of the support pieces. I liken this to the recounting of my dream bridge and its support pieces and other swiveling pieces. I tell Mom that this dream involved multiple bridges over water and Jon jumping onto one, only to become stuck and in need of my assistance. I find it necessary to detail the background to this dream having any significance, that being me viewing the movie Hereditary on Saturday night and consequently contemplating a séance of my own with a plausible intention being contact with Opa. mom and I agree on the bridges, water, Jon, and my helping Jon all being symbolic in strict relation to Opa and his passing. Mom is the one what mentions that Jon was the one not present and therefore behind in coping with the situation. I seem to be helping Jon in this process and to me it seems to be because of my recent inclinations towards the idea of performing a séance to contact Opa. i believe the bridges are direct symbols of the ‘bridge’ to the ‘other side’. As I write this I begin to experience chills when contemplating the ‘turgid and turbulent yet somehow still” water, probably because it represents what the symbolic bridge physically bridges. Is probably significant that Jon surmounts the bridge. I am unsure of the piece of meat, as well as any meanings ‘Jim’s house’. During a pause in writing this, currently being unsure of the presence of ‘Jim’ and the spider, I go to the garage. Kneeling down by the fridge (which is right where the Black Widow used to be) I get a pre-recorded phone call in which the voice tells me his name is Jim. i immediately think it’s odd that it’s a Jim, but it isn’t until I’m recounting to Mom that I got a phone call from a Jim that it hits me that it was right by where we had the black widow, the one from the dream. Later on, still unfinished with this analysis, I text Kat telling her briefly what happened and asking if she’s had anything happen that has to do with Opa. She tells me a little while ago she had a dream of him in a silver Subaru, then she mentions how he is probably wishing he could’ve been at the graduation. It then hits me that the very beginning of the dream is probably a representation of the graduation. In it, I say ‘moved up’, which directly relates to Opa, while the whole scene can stand for Makayla’s graduation. As of now, it seems that the annoyance of my long socks and pants is the only part without apparent symbolism. As Mom and I started discussing the bridges, I realized that the train track in the third dream bears much resemblance to this image of a track or some sort of conveyance with missing or otherwise inoperable pieces. I believe this represents the contact or attempt at contact with Opa. The train tracks are an overt reference to Opa’s involvement with the V&T as well as a visual metaphor. The neighborhood is significant as well. I also feel that the tracks dead-ending in the house seems to be significant, as the house is another symbol for Opa or for the ‘other side’. The window conveys pretty much the same meaning, and the two empty chairs do not feel arbitrary. Mom mentions the two chairs that were always in Opa and Oma’s living room, and though that is true, the chairs in this dream were wooden and straight-backed, facing each other slightly, seemingly symbolizing conversation. I think it is symbolic that I never really see the people but only hear them (an image of the ‘spirit world’ or the impression of people contacting it) and also that they are moving out of this house. After all of this, I am left with the feeling that these dreams did not by chance occur so noteworthy and significant-seeming directly after my inclination towards conducting a seance. I with impressed with their impression, considering my lack of detailed dreams for quite a while, and believe that alone makes them significant. And then the sighting of the partially constructed bridge was the conduit for the deeper, real meaning. Every association produced varying levels of chills, which is enough for me to know that I have found the dream’s real ‘meaning’. I believe the dreams were some spiritual connection to Opa or an affirmation towards the idea of contact, with the same feeling of knowing I had about the dream in which he came into Starbucks when I was working, though not quite as understated.
Dream 1 I was in the house of one of my grandmothers, however it was more empty than usual and had some extra rooms. First, I went upstairs until I reached the room right beneath the roof where a friend of mine had slept, together with his girlfriend. There was also a third person up there, but I don't recall, who. After talking to them for some time I went down into the room I had apparently shared with another friend, whom I wanted to show some picture on my phone. I could not find it at first and got pretty nervous because there were loads of porn images I had to scroll through (wich differed from waking life, I might say), but soon after I somehow ended up in the YouTube-App, where I noticed something was off. When I checked the name of the app, it read YouTube Red, so I figured it was alright. Next up I opened up a game I did not know wich turned out to be an Idle Game I had never downloaded nor seen, but my friend said it was pre-installed software so I stopped wondering and kept on playing. It was morning soon after waking, however I do not recall having a false awakening. Dream 2 I had to do something with my bike wich involved spinning the pedals. My brother kept drawing the chain out wich at first was alright but then only made things worse, and he wouldn't stop when I asked him to. I was really close to just hitting him right in the face but just tried to drag him away, wich broke the chain due to him holding on to it. I then fixed it by attaching a steel wire in a transparent tube to it. Dream 3 I was in a house, trying to get upstairs alongside two children (small boys the age of 9 or 10). One of the rooms had the staircase hidden behind a bed in a way that made it seem as though it went into the wall but no further. I appeared to remember this setup but could not tell where from. When we arrived at the top there was a meeting concerning the 'Lord of the Rings'-movies, more precisely it was about Gollum/Sméagol. Peter Jackson was present in the room, looking as he did almost two decades ago, when he shot the trilogy. Fragment: Excursion of a youth group I am a part of, one car I recogized parking. Note: Dream 3 and the Fragment may have been one dream, at least I believe one of the boys I was running upstairs with is also in that youth group.
The dream scene is in this house that seems like it has trees or a jungle surrounding and also in it. It felt like there wasn't a roof. It was about midnight at the time. We were with Mason's family and I know moo/owen were there as well. He had some extended family there with us that we were meeting and talking to. We might've been drinking too. Suddenly, a lot more of his family came in and I felt a little overwhelmed to meet them. There was a girl with pink hair and her boyfriend. It was as though we had just gone to a function with his family and everyone was crashing back at this house. I fell asleep in the dream and woke up around 2am to people actually going to bed. Eventually it was around 6am and still dark when I got up and decided I wanted to stay up. I considered drinking a coffee or soda. Moo said he was going to leave so I went with him. We ended up in this technology building that was open with a lot of huge windows and a big floor space. There were different rooms. It felt like this was a fun place where people play games like sports games but also an arcade vibe. We went into this room and the idea was we were waiting to play a fortnite or paintball style game inside of this place while all of the other stuff was going on. We were in a queue getting ready to play but I had to go do something and so did Moo. Kolby ended up being there too waiting. We told them to hold our spot while we left. I was in a car driving down a highway but remembered I didn't have enough time to go wherever I was going so I took a U turn and went back to the building. We were ready to play and there were these other strangers we were playing against. The game was strange. In my head it was this massive shooting game taking place in the building with all sorts of possible strategy involved, but when we started to play, we all huddled around this pool table and were playing this strange game of pool. Moo went to break but accidentally hit a colored ball. The other team was saying that that had counted but we argued a little bit. People were taking turns hitting balls but there were other figurines and pieces on the playing field. We kept screwing up and both teams were trying to bend the rules as we went. I remember at some point there was a bag of ice on the table, like the ones you got when you got hurt in elementary school. I picked it up and looked at Owen, asking if we should move this. He sorta shrugged like it didn't really matter if it was there or not.
Morning of July 21, 2018. Saturday. Reading time: 2 min 5 sec. Readability score: 79. I am with Zsuzsanna for the first time in my dream. We are as we were when we met in February 1994. However, where she lives is different. The house seems to have only one floor. (There have been many dreams where we were together for the first time, each as an alternate timeline, but typically with blissful associations.) We plan on going to America to live, rather than remaining in Australia. We are walking through a park late at night, and several unfamiliar people are present. It seems we are walking to the airport. (The area looks like a park I was only in once when I was six years old when my parents and I were traveling from Wisconsin to Florida to live.) There is a sudden unexpected eerie mood as a creature comes out of the dense woods. An incredibly loud roar echoes throughout the area. It is a big mandrill that emerges from the forest that borders much of the park. Most of the other people look alarmed. Some begin to run. Zsuzsanna and I quickly go in the opposite direction as the others. At first, I think the animal will chase the others, but it looks toward us and charges. We go atop a log that is tipped slightly from a tree stump near another tree. The mandrill starts to eat us both at the same time, swallowing our hands first. I am annoyed at this outcome and subliminally reset my dream to begin from the same point but without the creature. We arrive at the airport. It is still night. Zsuzsanna is elsewhere for a short time. I am uncertain what airplane to get. An unfamiliar woman who works at the airport and is standing with a few unknown members of the public talks to me. Referring to Zsuzsanna and me, she clearly says, “You are the two special people on this world. Yin and Yang.” She says she is an angel. From here, I wander off and ask if there are angels in the airport, but no one else says much. Zsuzsanna and I are soon sitting in the back of the plane. In fact, we are so far back, there is only room for us in the area, as it tapers somewhat. The perception of movement is extraordinarily vivid and like being on a real airplane that is taking off. However, when I look out the windows to my right, we have not yet left the ground. I consider what could happen. The airplane might explode in midair or crash, but I am unconcerned. I continue to feel the movement throughout my body. I notice that we are moving on what seems like a highway bordered by guardrails. It is curiously in the form of a complex winding roller coaster shape that continues to go higher. I do not consider this as odd. The pilot is doing his job well, and I trust him. He makes a sharp turn and continues up the runway. I decide to sleep until we arrive in America. It will not be long before we are in our new circumstances.
Date of Dream: SAT 21 JUL - 2018 Dream No. 379 - Separated Sections Dream 379 A - I'm Sorry I Didn't Hear You Earlier I don't remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, I was out on the nature track near my house but rather than just being one straight track, it sometimes went off into many different directions. I wanted to do something but I forgot what specifically. I remember calling out for Dreamy WB but no matter what I did or how hard I tried, there was no response. I decided that I would go and look for some shade so I wouldn't be scorched by the sun the whole time I was calling for her. The scene then moved to me being at my other grandparents' house. Despite the location, I felt as if I was awake, having no bizarre surroundings or dream events happening. I stood beside the dining table and the little bench next to the wall and was checking my phone; apparently I had received a Facebook message from “WT”, which is the legal name of my dream guide. The only weird thing is that she had the same profile picture as WB and the actual WB had a completely different profile picture. The message from WT (Dreamy WB) read, “Hey I'm sorry, I didn't hear you earlier”. She was actually referring to when I was calling her back at the track. That's all I can remember about this dream. Dream 379 B - Ditching A Dreamer For Croatia I can't remember how the dream started. From where I can remember, it felt like yet another false awakening. I was in my bedroom and I was listening to what my parents had to say while they were in the kitchen, which is just outside my bedroom. My mum was stating how she, my dad and my brother were going to go on a three month holiday to Croatia. My dad states something like, “What about Karla?”. My mum states back to him that I don't like lifts and so I would just be nothing but trouble when they were stopping over in Singapore. My dad said something back and then my mum answers, “I'm doing this for you, and for NB”. The next part of the dream showed some sub-scenes of the three family members in Croatia, visiting various towns and various relatives in them. There were also sub-scenes about what I would be doing at home with grandma. In-fact I wasn't offended at all that I would be staying at home, I actually much rather preferred this myself. Some sub-scenes showed me driving around places in my mum's car and then one of also driving my grandma to her friend's place in the vicinity of Narre Warren. That's all I can remember about this dream. Dream Tasks - Have Logan receive harsh penalties from Dreamy WB due to reckless social behaviours (Achieved? Partially) - Have Dreamy WB or Murray go to console an upset dream character (Achieved? No) - In case of extended absences with Dreamy WB, train Murray on how to provide in-dream discipline to unruly parents (Achieved? No) Dream 379: Results (Competition #5) 379 A Competition Night: 20 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: Dreamy WB Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes 379 B Competition Night: 20 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: None Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes Points For This Entry: 6.0 Calculation Details: - Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5) - Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5) - 5-Day Recall Chain (5.0) + Previous Total: 98.0 Total Accumulated Points: 104.0 I find it cute how after the scene, Dreamy WB became aware of me requesting her presence, and so she apologised by messaging me on Facebook for her not turning up.
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Date of Dream: FRI 20 JUL - 2018 Dream No. 378 - Separated Sections Dream 378 A - Spyro In The Caverns I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I seemed to be in an environment that resembled the Thran Asteroid Caverns from Ratchet and Clank 3 but it had a more magical, cave-like appearance. The music that belongs to the area of the game in real life was also playing, with an accurate melody. Apparently I was supposed to get to the other side to meet up with Murray. When I was moving through the icy caverns though, I didn't feel like myself. I felt very light in my movements across the slippery ice and at some point, I would even glide... I felt like Spyro. As I got further and further through the caverns, I felt myself becoming more and more like Spyro. At the end of the cavern route, I could even feel some wings flapping about on me as I charged through to the end. I was completely not myself anymore. The next dream scene played, where I was observing from a third-person mode. On what looked like a Spyro trilogy game landscape, there was a raised hill, almost like a pedestal with cliff around it and above, the sky being a beautiful gradient arrangement from yellow, and then to orange, and then to pink. I now discovered that I was in-face playing the role of Spyro in this part in the dream. Murray was waiting on one end of the grassed area, in his Sly 2/3 appearance, and when Spyro lept up to him, Murray gave him a massive hug and held him for a long time. The dream then ended there. Dream 378 B - Pathetic Craft Materials I can't remember much about this dream. From what I can remember, it felt like I was back in primary school but I was at my current age that I am in real life. The other kids though, who were my classmates, were back at their primary school age. My old year 6 teacher was there and apparently I had just entered the room to craft time. He showed me all the supplies he had brought but when I picked up a marker out of the bowl and used it, I was not impressed. I tried a few more markers to make sure the first one wasn't a dud but none of them seemed to be working. I then went to try the pencils and I made the conclusion that they were of a very bad quality. I thought to myself, “what is this?” while giving my year 6 teacher in the distance a strange look. I then thought that maybe I could do something with the small bottles of glitter glue. When I checked how many I had, I realised I forgot to bring my collection from under the desk back at home. There were some colours that were acceptable though and so I used them. That's all I can remember about this dream. Dream 378 C - Calling All Reinforcements The dream started with me in this big, empty room that the dream claimed to be a clinic. To me, the room looked like the inside of one the headquarters on a reality TV series called The Block. My mum came out of one of the side rooms and asked me to come into it with her. When I came in, she shut the door behind me and then she introduced me to this other lady, sitting in one of the three chairs facing a round table. Apparently my mum had made an appointment for me to see a psychologist and this was done without my permission... I wasn't happy. In this dream, I refused to be friendly and interact with the psychologist, rather, I was going to let my mum know how I felt. I said something like, “You do not... I'm calling in the guards”. Just then, three small women came into the room one after the other, one to attend to each of us. The first one was to stop the psychologist from being able to do anything. The next one was to restrain my mum and the third one was to look after me. Still, it looked like my mum and the psychologist were still tempted to try something on me, and so I told them I'm calling in reinforcements and that's when the psychologist gained a look on her face like, “I'd better not mess with her”. Three more little Asian women came into the room and so now there was two of them on each of us. My two took me back outside while the other four restrained their respective person. I had noticed that the “guards” that came to help me were wearing a blue and white chequered bib-like apron over their clothes. When I was outside, there were masses of guards in the room, all in the blue and white bibs. One came up to me though that wasn't wearing anything and she told me that she was a cleaner. I had a different coloured bib for the cleaners, they were pink and white but with the same chequered design. Apparently she didn't like that colour though and asked for it to be changed. As this was happening, a guard in a blue bib came up to me and suggested something subtle like she would of preferred if I actually saw this psychologist. I ignored her remark and changed the cleaners' bibs to red and white. The dream then showed me handing out multiple red and white bibs. In the same scene, I was now carrying around a full colour set of bibs, the colour options to go with the white were blue, red, black, green or yellow. I then wandered into another room of the complex, still in the bricked area and started calling out for Dreamy WB. It took a while though before something happened. Someone was then walking out from a corner but Dreamy WB had a different appearance, which surprised me. She looked more like a middle-aged woman and her skin was much darker than usual. In fact, she looked more like Michelle Obama rather than Dreamy WB herself. To add to the personality, Dreamy WB also gained an American accent in this dream. So while she slowly marched in from the corner, I continued walking towards her. In this dream, we didn't feel the affinity to hug each other. Instead, she presented me her cheek and signalled for me to do something but I forgot what it was. I leant my cheek on hers and pressed against it. Her cheek felt hot but in a pleasant way and despite the distorted appearance and persona, that sense of familiar, pleasant, and lively energy was passed onto me quite effectively. For the next scene, I was by myself again, I think with my dad though. I was standing on an empty beach, just outside some nicely rendered shack-like restaurant. The sky above me though was a really menacing dark grey and it felt like it was about to rain. That's all I can remember about this dream. Dream Tasks - Have Logan receive harsh penalties from Dreamy WB due to reckless social behaviours (Achieved? Partially) - Have Dreamy WB or Murray go to console an upset dream character (Achieved? No) - In case of extended absences with Dreamy WB, train Murray on how to provide in-dream discipline to unruly parents (Achieved? No) Dream 378: Results (Competition #5) 378 A Competition Night: 19 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: Murray Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes 378 B Competition Night: 19 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: None Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes 378 C Competition Night: 19 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: Dreamy WB Emergency Team: Guards Eligible For Competition Points: Yes Points For This Entry: 4.0 Calculation Details: - Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0) - Have A Dream Guide Appear Automatically (0.5) - Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5) - Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0) - Summon Dream Guide (1.0) + Previous Total: 94.0 Total Accumulated Points: 98.0
Wrong train I'm somewhere in the Netherlands, at the train station. I think I'm going home. I need to catch a train. I have a look at the information sign and decide to get on this particular train. In the end, it brings me to the wrong destination. I get out. Now I first have to go back to where I came from, before I can continue onwards to the right destination. Bouldering I don't really remember much from this dream. I'm going bouldering and there's a group of people. Thailand I'm in what somehow appears to be Thailand. It's daytime and I'm entering some type of nature park with the car. I'm with several family members. My mom, my aunt G and her son and some others. The road we enter through is just straight. I don't remember anything about what we did while we were inside there. On the way out, the road we came through is flooded. We're walking towards it now and the car in front of us goes through a puddle of water and actually is completely submerged. The solution I come up with is to advance using a canoe. I'm close to doing it when my mom calls me to get in the car. She drives off in the opposite direction and we somehow end up on a perfectly paved road that is the exit on the other side of the park. It's located lower than the other exit and therefore not flooded. (Doesn't make sense). Somewhere along the way we have to squeeze in, have some people sitting on laps. My friend from elementary school, Ser, has to sit on my lap. We're on our way back to... some place. We're in a small van and pass a security checkpoint. Usually we have to show our ID, but this time we don't. After a bit longer, the van is stopped and we do eventually have to show our ID. The driver and my mom have already given their driver's license. I dig through my black and red backpack that's stowed between my legs. I'm looking for my wallet, which has my driver's license in it. As I find it, I notice that while what I've got in my hands is the same format and colour as my actual driver's license, it is in fact not my driver's license. It's a plastic card with something in English written on it and some tape that I added to it myself. The text reads something along the lines of that the Thai police officer holding my card has passed away and therefore I will get my driver's license back in a while. I'm walking towards a police officer to talk about this. I've left my bag inside the van, next to the open sliding door and the bag still being open. A kid runs up to the van and rummages around my bag, stealing at least 1 x 100 SRD note. A police officer takes at least 2. I manage to stop them from taking any more. I manage to get my note back from the kid, as I'm easily stronger than him. The cop is a different story, seeing as how he could arrest me. We're about to continue our drive. There's a whole group of teens now walking in front of us, including the kid from earlier. I jokingly say that we should run them over. I talk about my license with my mom. She says that it's very long till I get it back. On July 21, which is supposedly 3 more weeks. I tell her it's in a few days. Either that's too late, cause we're leaving the country on the 19th.
Non-dream stuff; I was only aware of waking up at about 9, but I know I was awake before that. The dream I had in my memory as I woke up, I quickly forgot, by feeling the need to sit up and crack my neck and back, yet I somehow still remembered some earlier, non-lucid, dream fragments: Dream fragments: I remember being in a room, like at my parent's house, or my childhood home, but I can't say I remember the room in detail; it was one of the rooms at the back of the house and it was dark (but I didn't have the impression it was night). I was aware of a cat, black and white I think and there was a catfish or something... I distinctly remember the cat playing with the catfish and the catfish meowing; at first I was concerned for the fish somehow, and I remember turning my attention to something else and when I looked back again the catfish was gone, the implication being that the cat ate it. Suddenly it felt like the cat was aggressive and I remember trying to claw me; I think my instinctive responce was to smack it. In another fragment, I simply remember my two siblings being present. Possibly in a corridor leading to some stairs or with stairs intersecting it. Another fragment, I remember being aware of being back in my native country, with some sort of dream-generated friends or acquaintances in the dream and going up some dream-generated stairs, practically crawling up them, because in this dream my fear of heights seemed much greater. The stairs now remind me of something that Gaudi might have made, twisty, curly, yellow. I remember saying "I hate this country's stairs", in reference to the fact that my own native country has plenty of hilly cities and towns, with plenty of stairs. I kept climbing the stairs and eventually reached a tier where there were floating platforms. Some sort of children were here, as if they played here everyday and one said to me "if you want to get to the other side, I'm afraid jumping is the only way". I looked around for another option, hanging close to the floor due to my fear, and indeed there was no choice. The fall was a big one, I knew this. Someone from behind me, one of the dream friends said something like "we're 50 stories high, don't look down!" and I think I told them to shut up, that I knew, and I strongly resisted the urge to look down and simply hopped to the first small stone platform that was floating above this gap. The floating stone platforms were different shapes, some hexagons, some circles. I hopped to the next one, closest to a doorway on the opposite side of where I first arrived at this tier. I don't remember going through. In another fragment, perhaps related to the last, I remember something in space, with asteroids and a space base, but not much else, unfortunately. This was one of the dreams I forgot by sitting up. Notes: Last night, when I went outside to our yard I saw one of our neighbour's cats sitting on the wall, and it is black and white and has a bell; it scurries off when it sees us, even though the cat is the one choosing to come into our yard.In the platform jumping area, the abyss or gap or whatever was actually quite small, as I realised by hopping to each platform; the platforms felt decidedly steady despite their floating nature. The initial apprehensive nature of my fear likely made the gaps seem much wider at first, especially considering a fall implied death, and therefore, great pain in the last seconds.It is of note that I hate many platforming games, as usually the combat mechanics annoy me to great deal, such as Super Mario.Although my fear of heights varies greatly in waking life, it usually comes before I'm at the location, because of the anticipation of the situation; whereas in the dream the onset was only sudden once I was on the stairs.I'm fairly certain these fragments were actually linked by some transition, but I cannot remember it.As the stairs went up, there were buildings to either side, but on the right there was a gap between the stairs and the buildings, whereas on the left side they were adjoined. There were no doors at all at any point. In my native country the stairs would be less steep (possibly made steeper by fear) and there would be tiers and doors every so often.The fact that I and my siblings were present all in one room, these days, is not statistically likely. This should have made me question reality.The fact the catfish meowed should have made me RC, because I realised that it was odd, that catfish don't meow. Edit: added a very rough 3D scene I quickly made (10-15mins) of the stairs dream scene.
Updated 07-22-2018 at 01:27 AM by 95293
Morning of July 21, 2018. Saturday. Reading time: 3 min 2 sec. Readability score: 80. In my dream, I am Cadbury (the butler) from “Richie Rich.” Nothing in my dream had anything to do with anything that had been on my mind lately, though was based on dream representations from many years ago. It was surreal but intriguing. Two girls are visiting a neighboring castle in one scene, though the backstory implies that their father does not want them here. They live in the castle where I am serving as a butler. I am in an unusual room that looks as if it is part of a garage. The girls are annoyed when two of their pets come over; a dog (like Toto from “The Wizard of Oz”) and a cat (our youngest cat from real life). They are talking to the owner of the castle when this occurs. I take the blame, and they make comments while calling me Cadbury. Perhaps I had left a door open. The girls round up their pets, and we make our way back to our castle. We come to an area where we have to walk on a very narrow ledge before reaching the front entrance of the castle. It is high above a large body of water. Without giving it much thought, and before getting onto the ledge, I push one girl (the one carrying the dog) so that she falls to the water far below. The other girl does not notice and keeps going despite how difficult it is to stay on the ledge. Her cat walks across on its own. I realize that I am carrying a small empty plate in my right hand. I let it go, as I have to have both my hands free to hold onto the corner as I put my legs around to stand on the ledge. It falls far below into the water as well. I vaguely wonder if it will serve as evidence if they find it, as it would have my fingerprints on it. I soon become very annoyed in trying to walk on the narrow ledge and decide that I have to try to get into the castle by a different route. I find myself walking on parts of a submerged house. It is near another small residence. The castle is now at a distance. I try to balance myself as I eventually find myself walking in another area near the castle. It is an entire section of the castle that had also been submerged on purpose and is face up. It had been this way for many years. There may have been a conspiracy with the past residents of the castle. Thus, this big section was deliberately submerged. Despite its size, it still moves up and down somewhat as I walk upon it. As I walk, I make larger and larger waves that eventually slam into the castle, going under the door. The sense of weight and momentum and the setting, in general, is incredibly vivid and realistic, as is the sound and movement of the water. “Cadbury, what have you done?” calls out a voice. The large wooden door opens, sliding upward. Two unknown men are present. I see mud on a big television to the right, but I see no evidence of water anywhere, even though an extensive amount had just washed under the door. “You were told not to use this entrance,” one man says. I assume he is the owner of the castle and my boss. We stand near the entrance. One man gives me a drink that seems to be red wine. The castle owner makes some derogatory comments about me and wants me to clean the area. “I shall be taking my leave of you, sir,” I say formally. “I do not like you, and I do not like this place.” The other man says I can still stay and seems very friendly. I wake at this point. The last part is the typical meeting of my dream self with the preconscious and in this case, the interconsciousness as well. The preconscious avatar, whose task it is to wake me with dominance and annoyance in some cases, is my “boss.” The interconsciousness is often more cheerful and helpful. It partly relates to marrying and being with Zsuzsanna instead of a classmate. There is too much to it to get into here. Zsuzsanna (before I met her in waking life) pushed Susan off a castle structure. That castle was in orbit around Earth.
Created Friday 20 July 2018 Got a DILD to note, along with a fragment or two. Dream 1 - Moon Troll City The visuals were mostly clear. I was in the house's backyard, having a BBQ with family during late afternoon. Up above, I noticed a slightly golden full moon. Inquiry of the lunar phases gets me to question my state. Didn't take long to figure the dream out. I launch myself heedlessly to the moon, landing within seconds. The environment distorts momentarily, the satellite fluctuating in size. Everything then warps into black and white flowing patterns. Several amorphous objects ebb past me, purposefully avoiding me, almost as if they were alive. This all highly disturbed me, but I kept patient enough to wait and rub my hands. Now, I stood as a tiny figure in the streets of an enormous contemporary city, clear blue sky above. Innumerable giants were all walking in a near file down the sidewalks. Each of them were dressed in corporate casual wear, and were quite rotund and stumpy for their size. I float around, to then bump into the shoulder of a balding man with light skin, hair, and glasses. He looks down down at me eagerly, licking his lips in hunger. A land of cannibal giants. Figures. I leaped away, only to stumble onto another one, a pale, homely bug-eyed woman with light hair and glasses, whom reacted eerily similar to the giant above. Before I could escape, the woman took hold of me in her pudgy hand, then slowly dragged me into her gaping mouth. "Wait!", I shouted. Surprisingly enough, she stopped, and waited to hear me out. . "So... why do you even want to eat me?" "Because you're yummy!", she squealed. She promptly resumed trying to make a meal of me. With some effort, I managed to pull myself out of her grasp. Again, I jumped away, evading several more ogres, including this bizarrely hairy woman. But, once more, I got captured, this time by a tanned skinned, black haired Hispanic lady, who, at the very least, didn't look repulsive. Even so, she shared the others' terrible appetite. I likewise stopped this one for a moment to ask just what made them want to eat people. The giantess pulled out a door-hanger ad/menu for a restaurant. "Look!" She pointed at several items on the menu. Conspicuously included the list were items ending in 'Man', 'Toasted Man' and 'Skewer-Grilled Man' among them. "Humans are a delicacy in this country!" There really was no arguing with these brutes... I didn't even bother escaping. Not that it mattered much, for the dream collapsed soon after. Scrap Group 1 In an unknown apartment. I shrink to acton-figure size amd scout the area. Later, while still small, I attack this old guy, who I identified as being evil at first sight. Cut. Watching a Hispanic modern fantasy show. Several teenaged kids, who's grandma was a witch, unwittingly shrunk themselves with some magic item. The grandma appeared, and almost squashed them by accident. Various "clipping" issues bothered me about this scene, at times quite flagrant. I almost got aware enough to try and change this, but got lazy.
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