Non-dream stuff: Woke up and got up at about 9:20. Remembered a few segments from the last dream I was having. Sequence 1: I was looking at an interface for picking a map in a real-time strategy game, for some sort of Command&Conquer game. I remember my partner being next to me and as I generated a random map with a "continental" style, I thought it looked a bit different and too small compared to most, but my partner said "no, have a look at the preview, it will be fine", so I clicked on preview and then my vision went into the screen and the map thumbnail image; as it zoomed in, the map became detailed and I viewed it from above but my vision kept zooming in closer and then there were 3 player factions, one being mine, another being my partner's, and the last one being someone else or an AI. We all started with some vehicles specific to our factions and the cars were racing through beaches and roads, with my vision still zooming now on a car I had, which looked a bit like something out of 1940s Germany, with white/grey colours and chrome accents. The AI had some military trucks, including one with a mounted gun, and they were chasing me and gaining speed, but I overtook my partner's cars and they blocked the chasing trucks a bit. I remember now seeing in first person, and the car was stopped near a road tunnel that oddly enough was just after an intersection with a main road and a road that went around a bend behind a hill. I remember it was a clear sunny day and there were tropical forests. Sequence 2: Then I was at an area with pavement in a town, this was an open area on or near a quay and was reminiscent of my native country; there were subway entrances and this was all still part of the game somehow, I felt. In one of the subway entrances some gangsters were running up the stairs with sub-machine guns and I threw grenades and rockets at them, watching them not blow into pieces but fly around with wonky physics, just as one would expect with most games. Their "AI" was also poor; they ran against walls and corners sometimes and just idled even though I was being aggressive. Then I noticed I had a toolbar thing on my interface and picked a massive plywood plank item, and placed it over the entrance; for some reason it was steady standing on its own and was large enough that nobody could pass; I read a little tooltip on the interface saying I'd recently placed a blocking barrier and could not do so again for 15 minutes, but that I could upgrade any existing ones to increase their duration; this barrier I placed was going to last for 1 hour, apparently. The people that showed up the steps from behind the barrier, that I could still see just over the top, looked a lot less threatening, and in fact some were complaining like "hey I gotta get to work, come on!". I pretended to not care. The dream ended at some point soon. Some notes: Although I separated both sequences into their own parts, they were part of the same dream, I just can't remember what went between them exactly; I don't remember a sudden transition from one to the other.The RTS map interface looked a bit like C&C:Generals and Warcraft 3; I remember the players had assigned colours and numbers, like for teams.The other generated maps were more representative of real Earth continents, picked at random, but the one I thought was odd just looked like a coastal section of a place.The fact that the whole of the sequences took place in a game context makes it very difficult for me to remember to question reality. Even when I am playing games in waking life and remember to do reality checks, it is difficult for me to pick good moments, i.e. weird ones, because games are generally very predictable and the only "weird" things that ever happen are bugs, the frequency of which depend solely on the specific game.The vehicles in the RTS were supposed to be base-starting vehicles, so in a way I should have remembered to do a RC over this, because in the dream context, the dream-awareness indicated something different from what actually happened.
Date of Dream: SAT 28 JUL - 2018 Dream No. 383 - Separated Sections Dream 383 A - Looking Everywhere For My Dream Guide I don’t remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was near my house but surroundings of the local area were unidentifiable to me. It was only a minor inconvenience that happened but I have forgotten the specific details of it; it wasn’t too disastrous that the dream was going to end any time soon. I decided that I wanted to call for Dreamy WB to see if she could help me. I walked around, calling for her but there was no response any time soon. Still, I persisted in trying to get her. I looked here, there and everywhere; around corners, over fences and even under bushes. This felt like the longest time in dreaming history that I was going, “Dreamy WB!”. At some points, I actually even feared that I was going to wake up without accomplishing her appearance. At one point, I came to my house too look for her and my brother was in there. At first, I hesitated to tell him that I was looking for Dreamy WB as I wasn’t sure what reaction I would get from him. After hesitating for a bit, I decided that it would be okay just as long as I didn’t reveal her identity to him. So then I said to my brother, “I’m looking for my dream guide” along with a few more words that I have forgotten. I said something in return and then went into the house. I now went back to frantically calling Dreamy WB, walking up and down the court as well as back into unfamiliar areas. When I got back into the driveway, all these random people started appearing and disappearing in the driveway and garage. Once again, I took my time to carefully filter through the crowd, unfortunately still not seeing any signs of Dreamy WB. Eventually though, an African woman does appear from inside the garage but I can tell that something is not right. She had extremely dark, black skin and I said to myself but out loud, “But she’s supposed to have brown skin”. This young woman looked nothing like a person from the Ethiopian division. The woman then disappeared and the driveway and entrance to the garage were deserted again. I was now stressing out over the fact that I couldn’t seem to get Dreamy WB. I even said to myself in a panic, “At this rate, I’ll be waking up!” while exerting a strong amount of will-power that the dream was not going to wake me up any time soon. “Not until I’m done”, I thought to myself, trying my best to subconsciously stay focused Just when all hope seemed lost, Dreamy WB had appeared out of nowhere, I was unsure whether she had come from the driveway, garage, or somewhere else. Her appearance was the year 12 hoodie which had more of a blueish tinge to it than its usual navy blue, but ashy look. She was also wearing her default black leggings and default white sneakers. Her hair looked like it had been straightened and was up in a messy and flattened bun at the top. So eventually, I got to tell her what the minor inconvenience was and what I needed help with. She was more stern in this dream but was still very gentle and friendly towards me. I then actually climbed up onto her from her front end and she looked awkward and baffled like what the heck was I doing? Her behaviour having some resemblances to the real WB. Not only did I put my arms around her but I also wrapped my legs around her waist, having my feet off the ground in this dream. Even though I got up onto her, something at the back of my mind was making me think that maybe she wouldn’t be able to support my weight, especially because I was hanging off her. Despite her small, slim and delicate figure, there was no hint of anyone about to topple over and rather, she looked as stable as ever. Although she still had the baffled look about her, she put her arms around my lower back and slightly pushed me up to be better locked in place. Then once she pushed me up, she gained more of a relaxed, nonchalant look about her and was now carrying me around effortlessly. While being carried, I perceived that pleasant bonding energy, especially in my stomach and chest area where I was leaning on her. My brother then spontaneously appeared back in the garage and that’s when I thought it would be okay for Dreamy WB to put me down for a while. This time, resembling the mind set of the real WB, Dreamy WB looked relieved when she was putting me down. With her now standing close by and listening, I told my brother about the previous minor inconvenience and he actually gave me some advice, although I have forgotten what that specific piece of advice was. He then took notice of Dreamy WB and mentioned something about her but once again, I have forgotten what he specifically said. The dream scene then changed, with only me and Dreamy WB being in the garage again. Dreamy WB was now standing in front of the door leading to the backyard, which was closed, and I was standing a couple of metres away from her. Weirdly, the dream made it so that from where she was standing, she made this movement with her arm that would then throw me like a projectile towards her. She mentioned something about carrying me again but this time, she had a nicer look about her. Unfortunately though, she missed and so I failed to latch on to her. She tried a second time and once again, she missed, with me bouncing off her legs and ending up on the ground. For her third attempt, I could tell that she was really trying and taking her time, trying with a precise aim. This time she was successful, with me landing against her upper stomach and so the dream latched me onto her straight away. So now my arms were back around her neck and my legs were wrapped around her waist as she carried me around in the garage, subtly smiling at me and occasionally bouncing me up and down by a millimetre or two. Once she carried me around the garage and then the driveway for a while, the dream ended. Dream 383 B - The Duplicate Logo I don’t remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, there was mention of the Cooper Gang members. I was standing in my driveway when a sub-scene was playing, affiliating each of the characters to their profile logo. There was no doubt about sly, his character was attached to his logo. This was the same with Bentley where the dream was showing his green logo. But when it came to Murray, it wasn’t his logo and rather it was Bentley’s instead. The dream focused on my scene and I started speaking, stating that Murray’s logo was wrong and that it was rather a duplicate of Bentley. I sounded shocked and I wanted the problem to be fixed right away. That’s all I can remember for 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) Challenges - Start the dream off with Dreamy WB already present (Achieved? No) Dream 383: Results (Competition #5) 383 A Competition Night: 27 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: Dreamy WB Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes 383 B Competition Night: 27 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: Dreamy WB Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes Points For This Entry: 3.0 Calculation Details: - Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0) - Summon A Dream Guide (1.0) - Ask For Advice (1.0) + Previous Total: 121.0 Total Accumulated Points: 124.0 Dream 383 A is interesting as although it wasn't a lucid dream; at some stage, I must have known I was in a dream as I literally spoke about dreading a wake up before Dreamy WB's arrival.
Updated 07-29-2018 at 09:57 AM by 93119
Onward and Upward, Dreamviews. This thread is to let Dreamviews know that I am just "me". I have never wore make-up, I have no dress "style". I am not sophisticated. I shared this on Facebook Messenger to a fb friend. Then, I thought Id "share" it here ↘️↘️↘️ https://youtu.be/MumGOfVbF90 ↗️↗️↗️ (0:38) s econds
Created Saturday 28 July 2018 Salt and insomnia don't mix. Anyway, I got a DILD to note, along with some scraps. Scrap Group 1 At home. Eustice's (a friend of mine's) mom is vising. She seemed her usual goofy self at first. Later, she mentioned that Eustice died. She didn't seem to get too worked up about it. I mention the whole thing to my brother, Fletcher. Wandering around town. I visit a mall, which I was "sure" had an awesome, fancy buffet. Dream 1 - School Trance-Ision Dream transition while meditating, though I initially thought this was just a dreamlet. I was seated in the bleachers of a high school gym, supposedly as a student in a summer school program. The last last day of such, actually. I continued concentrating, counting down my breaths. Later, one of the teachers, some botox-suffused woman with long, black hair, complained about something a group of students did. Not sure what it was, but it seemed to have spoiled an event she had planned for the day. She had no idea who did as much, though the woman gave flagrant and often misattributed insinuations of those responsible. One of the students, her assistant, whom appeared as a younger, slightly less artificial version of the woman, joined her in this tirade. End of the day. As I left the gym, I finally took notice the dream. I levitated through the doorway while seated cross-legged, taking my time with my meditation. Shortly afterwards, that above-mentioned girl rudely bumped passed me. She started harassing several of the other students, blaming them for "ruining her day". Quite annoying, then quickly became aggravating when she went after me. In response, I telekinetically swiped her to the wall. The girl got up, then ran and pleaded for her life. Such a grating voice. I commanded her to go to sleep. Colorful, ghostly ribbons fired from my hand and towards the nuisance. Upon contact, the girl was knocked unconscious. Soon, I was approached by another teacher, a tall, tanned skinned old guy. At first, it seemed as if he disapproved of my actions. He then casually tossed various forms my way, all of which I caught in my underarms. At a glance, these were merely "participitation" certificates. Well, I suppose it was a decent gesture. I instantly awakened afterwards, still in meditation.
Updated 07-29-2018 at 03:46 AM by 89930
This is my dream journal! Hurra! Something that comes and goes in my dreams are my gender... sometimes I'm a female but then suddenly I'm a male?? When I'm a female in my dreams I'm often in a arranged marriage or relationship my mother chose for me. 1. One dream was me being married with the most evil man on earth, basically. He told me he would kill everyone I cared for as painful and slowly he could if I didn't move into his house. But I didn't listen since he already had written "married" on my hand/arm with a knife so it was covered with scars. I did never return. (But I did as a male to my sister's baby shower tho) 2. Someone was using me for an experiment, so when I ran away and found my husband. He was already married to 5 other women. I desperatly tried to tell him about all the horrbile things someone did to me but he refused to listen. He accused me for being mentally ill and that he was glad to have married other women who were "healthy" in mind. I even begged my best friend's husband to listen and he did. But the other men quickly told him not to pay me any attention since I wasn't worthy any of his time. I was soon brought back to the same place to contuine the experiment. Dreams are different when I'm a male though. 1. Girls/women have tried to take advantage of me or even tried to rape me. 2. A girl claimed that she was pregnant after rapeing me which made me worried. Something else happend in a dream that was very odd: I was being chased by some odl classmates and I thought to myself that I didn't want to do it anymore. So suddenly I kind of split into two pieces. I saw myself running away with the guys runnig after and at the same time I was standing still. I quickly noticed that I was a male and the female version was still being haunted. For some reason nobody paid any attention to me expect one woman that was sitting on the ground further away and she was smiling at me. She was even calling out to me and suddenly I felt very stressed like I didn't have much time left. So I hurried on my steps and yelled: "Mother! Run!" but the woman didn't do as I told her. She watched me getting closer and her smile disappeared. This time I screamed while crying: "MOTHER!" and suddenly - BOOOOOOOM!!!!! I flew backwards and landed a few meters away. When I looked at the place were that woman should've been, I felt so heartbroken when I stared at the huge hole in the ground. - It was all that was left. The woman didn't look anything like my real mom. Not even a bit. But still I called her mom and she called me for some name I don't remember.
Updated 07-28-2018 at 05:23 PM by 95361
Night of July 27, 2018. Friday. Dream #: 18,848-06. Reading time: 1 min 16 sec. My dream starts with becoming aware I am watching a series of “Grimm” episodes. I am not focused on specific content, mostly indoor character interactions. The episode I am watching is meant to feature the Eisbiber (“ice beaver”) played by Danny Bruno (as Bud). Over time, it is Neelix, played by Ethan Phillips, from “Star Trek: Voyager.” Neelix acts like the Eisbiber character. He moves, nods, and shakes like an Eisbiber, but his appearance never changes. The images become a “real” studio setting with the actors (rather than the characters they play). They are filming in the actor David Giuntoli’s house. Over time, there is no one else around. It seems late at night. I consider I may not know how to get out. I stumble around in the dark in what may be a kitchen (though it is like our kitchen in real life). Soon, it is light enough to see. David walks out from a room in a white bathrobe. I start to explain to him how I was a tourist who somehow ended up in his house. He nods, saying (without emotion), “Uh-huh. It’s time to go home now.” He turns to go back into his bedroom. I notice two big spotlights on the floor as I find my way to a doorway. They seem broken. The last part is typical RAS modulation, with a celebrity as the modulatory avatar (in a role as a detective, one of the more common forms). It is a typical subliminal “return to bed” directive that occurs at least once in every sleep cycle. The rest is a reactive representation of the waking process. It includes an association with beavers (as in building a dam, which causes water to lower, with water otherwise being the reactive representation of sleep dynamics). Bud transforms into Neelix as the vestibular system simulacrum. (He travels in space.) The broken spotlights represent my dream’s ending.
Updated 09-12-2019 at 10:34 AM by 1390
A few non-lucid dream sequences/fragments. My dreams felt very long and the places I was in felt vast. Sequence 1: One of the last sequences; I remember being driven by my partner to a small white building. It was the lobby for some sort of research complex. I went in and it was decorated with white and black inside, and there was a receptionist, a slim black-haired woman with her hair tied in a knot and she was wearing a black suit with skirt and a pair of glasses. She was speaking to someone else, both of them were standing up, though her desk was at a normal sitting height. She was explaining something to this other guy. She noticed me as I approached and I said I wanted a job there or something, she asked me what relevant skills I had; I answered truthfully (in waking life context), that I had not had many formal jobs. I also said something else random like I was good at blasting things or something. She then said "let's see what you got then". And then I simply remember being in another area that looked like an old or ruined town, and what looked like trenches or canals. She was there and in a different outfit, with a sword; I had a sword and a shield and I could see myself in third-person now (so it had become like a game), wearing a similar roman-era battle outfit. She got a few blows in first but I bashed her with the shield and she fell on the floor and I struck her with the sword in long swipes; sword swipes left a glowing trail behind them. There's something missing in my memory of the sequence here; next I am at what feels like an underground facility, the research complex. I am in a cylindrical room, on its upper half, which was separated from the bottom by thick glass and metal beams that made an aesthetically pleasing pattern. There were researchers here on upper half and on the bottom half I saw a test subject (which in my dream-mind I knew was a volunteer, like I was for the project) walk in through a doorway, to the centre of the room, where there was a raised platform. A researcher was in front of the subject on a control panel and adjust some things and the subject transformed into a 50ft/15metre creature; as a creature, it was pink and white-ish and with flowing appendages, not quite like tentacles. It also looked semi-translucent in parts. I have a dream-memory of seeing several transformations, each with very different resulting creatures, but all large. At some point before this entire sequence I remember seeing a similar giant creature like the one that, before I "knew" about the research complex, and it had been in some sort of combat situation. It may have been in the previous sequence. I remember watching more of these transformations and wondering if they would do me at some point. My memory of this dream sequence ends here. Edit: Made this 3D image of how I generally remember the transformations room. I didn't add a lot of detail simply because I don't remember it anymore. The grain is just because it's a quick render (6minutes). Fragment 2: This came before Sequence 1, and was just as long, though I only remember fractioned details. I remember being in a different ruined city area, which I got to by going down some steps under a mountain or something. I remember seeing some sort of interface for my health points and equipment, and my health was very low. I had no top on either, and for some reason in the dream context that made me extremely vulnerable. There were rats and other pests around, and I remember I got to a place where there was some sort of faction's base, where they were defending from another faction. One of the guys there wanted me to train first, and he had me lie down on a table of some kind where they either injected me with something or attached something; either way, something like an exoskeleton formed and my fear of being vulnerable went away. They explained something about the process, how a sodium injection was required but wasn't the only key to this. I remember there was a training room in the downstairs of the base. Fragment 3: In the same region as before, I remember being on a stereotypical Asian looking rooftop, and looking around and seeing the mountain where I came from, with the steps under an overhang. It was day, but the sun wasn't very high and there was cloud cover, though it didn't quite cover the sun. There were a lot of shadows. Looking around more there were other mountains to the left and then further left were plains and forests, back up to the point of seeing the steps mountain again. On the rooftop was someone else. A boy or a girl or a young-ish person anyway. They told me something about the winds that were coming and that we had to do something. I could see large, fast, clouds coming very low from the mountains. I don't remember much else other than seeing this character before in an alleyway. Some notes: The sparring match with the receptionist went on for quite a while and I remember that even though my sword would cut her to chunks, she would "respawn" and we'd fight again. The combat reminds me now of Warframe and Shadow Warrior (both of which have strong Asian themes).The first time I saw the giant creatures outside of the research complex I was not aware that they were human test subjects, so when I saw the transformation process I felt bad for having participated in a combat with one, especially given that I felt I'd rather be on the creature's side anyway.Watching the creature transformation process I remember feeling a bit envious. In the context of waking life, I know that transformations of even the smallest degree are impossible, but a part of my subconscious still desires them, which attracts me to creative content that represents those themes. The transformation theme in general is a clear dream-sign, but one that I must remember to set an intention to make notice of, due to its prominence in games, and therefore the fact that it's so well embedded into a part of my reactions and behaviours towards it.It is a little rare that transformation themes are so present in at least a couple of dream sequences. They were clear dream-signs and I should have done a RC.The researchers at the complex wore no special clothes or outfits, they were dressed casually or with suits, so a potential dream-sign did not manifest there.The "exoskeleton" wasn't so much an exoskeleton as it was making me "buff", I seem to remember.Being at the rooftop especially should have made me RC due to a fear of heights, especially taking note that being a stereotypical rooftop, it was sloped.
Updated 07-29-2018 at 11:03 AM by 95293
Um, ... um, .. well I'm back posting on DV ... so Ill record this. Woke and got to remember the end of my dream. Im picking up different plastic shavers to take of the stubble that gradually grows on my face. Im nearly 59 of Welsh dna. It happens. Then I lay all cuddled up in bed, it is wonter in Adelaide Australia. I'm going to record the gist of my thoughts. After a dream that coincided with the October 2015 Lucid Task of the Month, My past and future lives opened up to me. Over several days. Just now after the "dry shaving dream" Thoughts happened. I often get deep thoughts on waking. I think the thoughts are more important that the dream. I think my brain is in a very receptive state after waking up slowely. And maybe these thoughts are .... I know that in 350ish years from now, Im back. So about Saturday 28th of July 2368 I'm a grade 3 Arahant nun/monk. One of the study moduals for year threes in this 12 year school is to conntact one "deep past" incarnations. My deep future self chose THIS past incarnation to contact. This mornings after dreaming thought was: In this original incarnation MAYBE I completed suicide. My future monk-selfs 3rd year school project is to get my past ALL my suicidal moments. I know and have known for over 21 years that I'm supose to die at 87. This morning the thought occurred to me that my deep future selfs school task is to get me to my 87th year. EDIT: OMG OMG OMG Soon after posting the above abot 50 minutes ago This earworm began. I was jiving along to it a while before realising it was one of my important earworms It relates to the above post. Why ? Your guess is as good as mine (1:01) 818 views ↘️↘️↘️ https://youtu.be/Oo_2Y8wOSKk ↗️↗️↗️ EDIT EDIT Here's the one ama jiving to now ⚘🎶🎵🎶⚘ https://youtu.be/Ssnzq6CgGZY ⚘🎶🎵🎶⚘
Updated 07-28-2018 at 04:33 AM by 31266
Created Friday 27 July 2018 Got a DILD to note, along with several other dreams. There was more to the non-lucid ones, though I neglected to write notes of such so as not to disrupt my sleep. I also assumed I had multiple LDs while experience the one below, but I realized that wasn't the case upon waking up. Scrap Group 1 Watching Teen Titans Go. Starfire and Raven get an ominous message from a mirror, a warning about a future enemy. Cut. I get dragged into an episode of Steven Universe. There was an ongoing Homeworld invasion. Thought this was merely a capture raid, until the ships started zapping people into dust. Reluctantly, I cooperated with the lead characters, heeding their orders of keeping myself hidden. I rushed to a nearby home, where I concealed myself in the garage. Rewind. I chose to hide under a table outside. When the coast seemed clear, I ran off, only to get blasted. Dream 1 - Simple, Affectionate Advice The visuals were very dim. I falsely awaken in bed in the middle of the night. Reactively, I start rubbing my hands together, and also felt out the nearest furniture and walls. Took a while to figure this was indeed a dream. I then levitated, to then get orbited around an unknown point. I almost bumped into various hanging lamps, misplaced objects from the kitchen. After a minute of trying to keep steady, I think to summon a Marloss Berry. Almost instantly, I'd acquired a like, apple-sized berry, though the darkness made it appear grey rather than pink. Anyway, I immediately took a bite, only to find it'd vanished before I could even taste it. Warp back in bed. Without thought, I brought forth handful of mixed rice, just to see if I could. This actually proved to be a substantial, flavorful snack. Again, I floated around. And again, I tried summoning a Marloss Berry, but failed doing that. I then attempted to call my guide, E, imagining her laying on my extended arms. This too had no effect. Reloop. I'm in bed yet again, stubbornly persisting my summons. Eventually, I felt someone very close by. Upon adjusting my vision, I did indeed find this to be E, her form appearing as a glowing grey phantom. Before I let emotion get the best of me, I asked her how I could get better at LDing. "That's easy. Through practice and diligence.", she replied with a wide grin. Even at the moment, such advice seemed quite obvious. At the same time, this reminded me there was still room for improvement, perhaps a lot more. All in all, it was very reassuring. I caved in. Another... happy moment ensued. This went for a few minutes before the dream collapsed. Dream 2 - Several Kinds of Invasions Scene 1 - Another Dusk Drive The visuals were a bit dim. I was taking a ride through the highway at dusk, going through a bay. Not too clear on details. Transition. Scene 2 - The Wolf Pack Burglars The visuals were very dim. I falsely awaken in my room. My brother, Oscar, was passing by. Soon, I overheard intruders creeping throughout the place. I glance out the door to find several wolves pacing about. These were semi-trained beasts, owned by a middle aged guy with black hair and moustache, and a similarly aged woman with auburn hair. Both of the human thieves were dressed in heavy, many-pocketed clothes. Silently, I alerted my bro of the threat. I slowly locked the door, only to flounder in place. Alarmed by the noise, the male burglar approaches for a closer look. Once he got near, I jumped at him, doing my best to keep him at a headlock. But them, those savage canines defended their master, tearing at my legs. Cue a timely transition. Scene 3 - Kid Popped Up Outta Nowhere Similar visuals. I was wandering around my unlit home during the middle of the night. I spotted my nephew, Gunther, running about. Later, I bumped into his cousin, Stephan, who seemingly appeared out of nowhere. I remarked on his startling me, which seemed to upset him a bit. Unknown transition. Scene 4 - Sylvester Stallone Is - Alien Hunter The visuals were a bit blurred. I was watching a Stallone action movie. The lead character was leading some kids through a dense jungle. In a clearing, the group finds a broken spaceship, worn from years of abandonment. Stallone's character recounts a tale of an alien invasion, of which he had a large part in stopping. Don't recall how this ended. Scrap Group 2 Watching my brother, Gerrard, play Sonic Mania along with my sister, Harriette. Several checkpoints transported Sonic into an evil version of the stage, each of which sounded the theme for Mystic Cave Zone as its background music. Several later stages had music from Mega Man games, including Elec Man's stage from the very first game and Misty Rain from Mega Man ZX.
Updated 07-28-2018 at 02:40 AM by 89930 (removed cruft)
Non-dream stuff: Just a few fragmented memories of non-lucids. Got up at about 9:10, though I woke up briefly around 8. Writing fragments now, about 1 hour later after getting up; Fragment 1: I don't exactly remember the context but the area looked a little bit like some sort of concrete/stone complex; I was either fighting something (like an animal) or getting attacked and someone I knew (not sure who) arrived with some sort of eagle mech, trapping my enemy under a metal claw, and then firing an energy beam out of its open metal beak. I remember the mech was painted blue and yellow and then later I was at a servicing bay in the same complex for these types of mechs. Fragment 2: Some sort of sex/sexy scene, but don't remember details other than the fact I was on top. Some notes: The first fragment is very much one of those dreams that blend game worlds with "reality". Being attacked or seeing a high power energy blast up close from a metal eagle machine was taken for granted inside the dream, as my dream-mind simply took this to be part of the normal context, and did not question it at all.The livery on the mech is reminiscent of at least a couple of games; more specifically, Mech Commander and Just Cause 3. In Mech Commander, the player's mechs always have a blue livery scheme, and in Just Cause 3, friendly vehicles all have a similar blue livery. This association between the two games was not previously present in my conscious mind.Game-type worlds in dreams are a typical dream sign, but usually far too difficult to make note of them.The second dream fragment, though I don't remember much, would have been far better for noticing that something was "off", especially given the rarity of the context in waking life, due to my pain and fatigue. But the limiting factor there may have been the usual "don't like to do dream-checks while near other people", even though I've been working on this lately in waking life.I have the feeling fragment 2 came before fragment 1, in terms of when I dreamed them, but I can't say with certainty.
Created Thursday 26 July 2018 Meh, more fragments. Must be having a dry spell... Scrap Group 1 Riding around a city at twilight. A woman, a supposed friend of mine, was with me. Apparently, each site we visited were randomly generated. One such stop was a shopping plaza. We were investigating some overarching threat. At the floor of an unlit kitchen in an unknown apartment suite. Some of the mercs of TF2 appeared out of nowhere, neither appearing all too pleased. They mentioned some infraction on my part, and thus they banished me to another realm. I fell into the world of a 16-bit platformer game, my perspective going in and out of first person and from viewing this environment on a screen. I'd the form of a caveman. In the background was a waterfall grotto in the middle of a jungle. A cave entrance was hidden around there, of which I was sure connected to a rogue-like dungeon.
Updated 07-27-2018 at 12:08 AM by 89930
I sleep today to long. I want sleep 7h, but I wake up after 11. I remember some dreams, but this is only fragments. Also I don't remember dreams order. Drems 1 I was going to bus stop. In fact I was going to second bus stop, but I don't remember a reason. Propably I was going to the bus stop, becouse I just want. I had thoughts about matura exam, so propably I was a high school graduate. I thinked about school lecture. A lot of cars drived past me, with turned off light, so I bring out my flashlight and blink to drivers. The sky was so gray, that the flashlight worked well Dream 2 In second dream I remember only, I going to my friend from garden plot, on my bike. I was confused, because I didn't notice him house. Unfortunately, I didin't RC Dream 3 In this dream I remember only some house. It was dark inside, but some lamps were turn on. I remember some interrogation in another, more darkness room. I'm sussing next dream, but I cannot call any memories about that.
Morning of July 26, 2018. Thursday. Reading time: 1 min 51 sec. Readability score: 71. My dream starts with a scenario involving what I think are people working for the EPA. I am present, though I am not originally a part of their group. Something happens to an unknown male. It involves a tree that had fallen on him. The background story changes. The leader (probably Andrew Wheeler) gives me the job of guarding the man who was injured (probably Scott Pruitt). I am to pretend to be a police officer during his hospital stay. I tell them that I do not have experience doing this. They say that they will give me the proper outfit. I am to stay in his hospital room until further notice. Later, I am wearing a turquoise uniform. I sit in a chair on the left side of his bed. He does not wake or move at any point. His head is at an odd angle, as his pillow elevates his neck but no other part of his body or head. It appears he might be uncomfortable (even though he is asleep), though I cannot be sure. An unfamiliar nurse tells me, “Well, it’s better to have indigestion than a broken neck.” As I sit there, I feel confident in my role. Eventually, however, an unknown male walks in, a police lieutenant of about sixty years of age. He stands across from me and talks to the nurse. Although I feel confident in my role, my non-lucid RAS mediation begins to waver. I start to realize that I might have been given an incorrect police uniform from another department. I also consider that he probably knows all of the officers in the area and eventually start to question who I am. Eventually, the RAS avatar responds to my silent subliminal commands and stares at me. “What are you up to here?” he says in his role as the police lieutenant. He brushes my uniform, and I notice some dust on a few areas of the jacket. I realize that he knows I am not one of his officers and not even wearing the correct uniform for this region. He does not tell any of the hospital staff that I am an imposter and does not even question me from here. He turns around and walks to the doorway. “You’re going to regret that,” I boldly call out after him. I start to tell him that I am “working undercover.” Then I realize, looking to my right, that the other man asleep in the bed is me, literally under the covers. It is virtually the opposite of a dream from yesterday, where transpersonal interconsciousness avatars were posing as female police officers, and I questioned them (except in that dream, “An Unwarranted Treasure Hunt,” more of my conscious self identity was present). How hilarious can it get?
25: I'm in an amusement park with Sam. We're standing in this large room made of metal that feels ancient. When you touch something it plays a sequence of events that represents the story from some movie or book. A man and his three little kids walk in. Sam starts to touch the same pieces to show him what he had missed from the story. I remember thinking he was being selfish for dragging his little kids to this sort of attraction when obviously they weren't old enough. I thought the story turned out to be the chronicles of Narnia. My view was watching a lion with wings fly around a field. I was on a tropical island or on the coast in a town. It was daytime out. There were people walking around slowly. It felt like this was some sort of zombie apocalypse, but then it felt like they were actually players in a video game trying to kill each other in a free for all fashion. I'm with sam Kolby and moo in a room on the second or third floor. Maybe we were in booty bay from WoW. They're talking about this really attractive girl. I walk down to the coast on a boardwalk and the girl is there. She's interested in me. We're talking and at some point we kiss. I recognize this girl as being an Instagram model that I used to follow before I purged my Instagram. I realize sam or Kolby really liked this girl so when I got back to the hotel room I didn't mention it to them. They split up and do some other things, I look at my phone and find her profile on what looks like tinder. Her profile picture was her lying down in a boxing match like she had one something and there's money flying all around. 26: A girl is in front of me. There's something small in front of me with lyrics of Swim and Sleep by unknown mortal orchestra. I'm singing them and she joins along. I stop and she stops. I pick back up and she continues. It felt like we liked each other in some fashion or another. We're close by a beach on the boardwalk. It's about to be nighttime. In my mind Excision is about to play somewhere. We look at the boardwalk and there's 100s of young people shoving each other around listening to hardcore music like rock or electronic. People start coming out of a building where Excision had played. We walk in and see some band on stage. We're the only people watching but as we leave I cheer them on. The group is walking up to a big snow place. We're waiting in line, my friend korri is coming but she's far behind in line. We get in and go down a hill. In the middle is an ice rink from what I remember. More of our friends come in and meet us at the bottom. I run up to who I think is korri and tackle her, but when I look at the person it turns out to be stella. Our group starts all collectively chanting da da dadada da, da da, dadada da. It starts quietly and then goes up in volume and pitch. I see stella's parents walking around cheering us on. The cheer escalates further and I see people's parents in the stands looking at us. It's now a warm environment without snow. The cheer bursts into a massive scene with everyone there joining in. Someone lifts me up and brings me to the center of it all. Flags are waving around and people are going crazy. I look down and ask who's lifting me up. A guy throws me up in the air a little bit and goes "Terence." I look down and it's someone I know named alex but I let it go. He eventually lets me down and I give him a side hug before running towards the main building.
There is a kid. His name is never specified, but his life sucks. He had nearly caved into cocaine and drug abuse at a young age, and his family actually hates him. The story properly starts at his birthday party. He was practically having FUN hiding from his family because they found out about him being friends with a school shooter until he was caught. After that, he had to sit on the bench for the rest of the party. His dad then comes up to him and starts to sexually harass him. He makes a run for it. He runs as far away from home as he can, taking a friend with him. His plan is to go crash at another friend's house. He doesn't hang out with his friend that much because he is abusive, but something has to be compromised. All the while, he is being chased by my mom, who, in the dream, is his mom. He stops at a library and hides there. He has some pills in his pocket, but he never uses them, although he says he wouldn't mind some cocaine. Eventually he hears an ice cream truck. His friend tells him to stay, but he doesn't listen. Instead, he leaves the building and almost gets arrested by the police. They make a run for it once again and then the kid's mom finds them. He asks why she is doing this and she says that he was a mistake and that she hates him. They eventually lose her but then they get lost themselves. They are at a haunted mansion, Or rather, HE is at a haunted mansion. His friend wasn't anywhere to be found. He enters and gets bombarded by a giant spider and a pac-man looking creature, but manages to fend them off. It then goes to the wikipedia page for the monsters he was attacked by. This dream is based off of a story I am writing in real life. It's called "Something to Think About" and you can check out what I have of it here: https://www.fictionpress.com/u/1046116/DROP-THERAPY
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