Created Friday 03 August 2018 Pretty rough night. But in the end, it was totally worth it. Dream 1 - Blind Frustration WILD transition in bed. As usual, I was completely blind, even after minutes of waiting. I try to summon my guide, E, on the spot. And indeed, I do sense her presence nearby. She whispers something, but I couldn't discern anything between her giggling. Just then, she jumps on me, and starts nibbling on my shoulder and neck. Probably coulda been fun, but I was too frustrated from 2+ hours of insomnia to think of that. I fretted on about wanting a transition, but she didn't pay attention. So, after rubbing my hands, I rolled us both into the void, where I flew around sightlessly for about a minute. Then, I shut my eyes further, intending to have visuals form, but nothing of the sort occurs. The dream collapsed a minute later. Shaky DEILD transition two minutes later. Dream 2 - Shining Guardian Scene 1 - Blind Irritation Similar circumstances to above, guide and void and all. But, when I tried visualizing, I instead sensed E growing gigantic. She then took hold of me, and nipped at my side. Again, I was too annoyed to put much thought on this... Various brief reawakenings. Transition. Scene 2 - Not Quite Her The visuals were very blurred and dim, but clarified over time. An ocean and clear twilight sky begins forming faintly in view. More hand rubbing to anchor myself. I then flew over this landless environment. After a two minutes or so, I think to summon my guide more properly, commanding her to surface from beneath the depths. Soon, a massive figure arose, appearing as a giant, many armed naga, her hair, skin and eyes all deathly white. While E has taken similar forms before, I knew it wasn't her. I made a more thorough search for my guide, but aside from the water, sky, and the giantess, there was nothing else there. Next, I try assuming the Spellforged Guardian form. I tensed up and yelled loud as I could, but nothing seemed to happen. Immediate transition. Scene 3 - Iron Guardian The visuals were a bit dim. I was flying in space. A titanic alien mega spaceship was plainly roaming ahead of me, lights blinking and streaming from tubes surrounding its surface. In turn, innumerable smaller crafts were orbiting around this vast structure. I look at myself, and found that I'd changed into an Iron-Man armor. Not quite what I wanted, but no complaints here. Soon, I took fire from the smaller ships. I responded in kind, firing a stream of energy orbs from each of my hands, red colored in the left, and blue in the right. At times, I fired simultaneously, and at other points, I alternated between each weapons. Generally, I focused fire on the mothership, especially its exposed circuitry, all while I evaded its escorts. When I needed a bigger bang, I charged my shots, each of which took form as black, electrified orbs. Moreover, various soundbytes from the Marvel vs. Capcom games blared out sporadically for some reason. Transition. Scene 4 - Hot Coldman The visuals were dim. I immediately landed in the streets of an unknown city at night time, street lamps providing some visibility. Several family members were around, of whom I could identify my nephew and probably one or both of my brothers. I followed the group on foot through a tunnel, then up to higher ground. Below was the outskirts of a suburbs. A few were asking me questions, but I think I ignored them. I recall the competition. With a flourish, I conjure a large ice spike from the ground. I then surround myself in a thin sheet of ice, and accompany that with frigid wind. My dream body reactively heats up, steam bursting from the unmeltable frost around me. I could hardly feel anything from that instant onward. The dream began to collapse some time later. More hand rubbing. Unknown occurrences. Unknown transition. Scene 5 - Because I'm Shiny! The visuals were very dim. I was standing in a windowless room in an unknown apartment suite. Empty, save for a CRT TV set beside me, its screen flickering on and off. Obnoxious alt-rock music was sounding nearby. Once again, I try changing into a Spellforged Guardian. But, no matter how much I yelled or forced myself, nothing seemed to happen. Frustrated, stopped everything for a moment, to then find that I was becoming transparent. I realized my not breathing was causing this. So, I held my breath until I was fully invisible. Then, I tensed up once more, imagining I would reappear in an iridescent form. I did indeed return, only now, I was radiating in, and made entirely of, near-blinding white light. I did not delay to try out this new form, rocketing instantaneously up above the stratosphere. Next, I charged as much energy as I could, which condensed itself into a tiny, glowing bead, and fired it down to the Earth. My viewpoint follows the projectile as it goes through the twilight sky and descends towards a large, barren, craggy island in the middle of the ocean. The bead suddenly arced horizontally before plowing itself into the landmass. Great quantities of foam awkwardly spewed out. Eventually, an explosion rocked the land, sinking much of it, and fragmenting what little remained. Suddenly, a colossal figure rose from the depths. This appeared as the giant form of Ursula from The Little Mermaid, cackling madly, depicted here in realistic CGI. Then, an even more gigantic Ursula surfaced, who snatched up her frightened, smaller counterpart, and ecstatically gobbled her up. With slight alterations, this happens again, and again, and again, with no end in sight. Uh, yeah, gettin' weird... I lost focus. The dream soon collapsed, and I woke up.
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Morning of August 3, 2018. Friday. Reading time: 53 sec. Readability score: 59. For my dream induction (deliberate entry), I decided to be in a stagecoach in primarily an afternoon setting. It is a relaxed and passive dream self incarnation. The sense of movement is very realistic at this stage of vestibular system correlation (a factor of all dreams at this level of consciousness, though typically related to flight). At times, ambiguity enters the sequence, and it almost seems like I am riding in a fast-moving car, including the external ambiance. I maintain the stagecoach setting as Zsuzsanna and our second-youngest son are seated across from me. I see dinosaurs through the window off to my left, including a triceratops, and cannot determine if the stagecoach is traveling through time or an animatronics display in what might be a ghost town (modeled after the “Gunsmoke” set). It seems “safer” to make it an animatronics display, though not as adventurous. I see an orange Volkswagen Beetle parked under low-set branches as if left there long ago. I think of it as “my” old car, but it is a false memory in part. In reality, I only had a big remote control model of one when I was a boy (that my father gave me for Christmas). It ran on real fuel. I mostly made it go in a circle in our big front yard in Cubitis.
Oh my dream of Gianluca! Yes, I dreamed that I saw Il Volo -babies first. Thus Piero, Ignazio and Gianluca as babies. Then they grew up to boys, about 10 years old, they separated. So I followed Gianluca when he was going to school, so there were a lot of other children who also had to go to school so there was a whole sea of kids. Then I disappeared in the crowd of children, so I heard a woman talk in the front of the crowd. Which caught my attention, so I explained to her that I was a new student and that kind of made her happy. But I could see that she was at the same time a little ... suspicious. Because no one had said anything about a new student and I had no papers with me saying that I would begin at school there. But I blamed myself for leaving the papers at home. The teacher allowed me to stay So I had eyes on Gianluca all the time, though I felt very good, even if everyone else saw me in their age, I was not so young at all. But, anyway, I sat down on a chair that was right near the wall, only that Gianluca passed me and sat down more centered but on the other side of the room. I desperatly changed seat so I could sit behind Gianluca so I could hear him talking to his friends. I was really curious but his friends were so snobbish and rude. They wanted to sit elsewhere with Gianluca, but he did not think it was necessary. They were like this: "But Gianluca, you are so much better than that." then the friends looked back at me. Then he saw me in the corner with a careful smile so he replied that they were always sitting on those seats and why would they not do it now? I was supposed to say "Thank you" because he stood up for me, but when I got his attention, I saw that it was no longer Gianluca but my old childhood friend. I was completely destroyed.
I start off in this dream in some kind of scenario. I'm in the attic at Kenny's first home with my Sister Dion. It is night time and the room is dark but open and large. Some people are with me and are telling me that this place is haunted and so are some of the items inside. So we are walking around in this ever expanding place and at some point and time so one bumps into something and gets spooked by it. I look back and seen something tipped over in front of her. I asked what the hell are you doing and she says it fell in front of her, causing her to run into it. We pick it up and put it back where it was and we continue to walk through the room. Some time had pass and now things have escalated. Now figures were appearing and one came and frecked out the people I was with and they ran off, leaving me alone to deal ith it. It turns out to be some kind of zombie and he yells and chases me. I run but was not afraid of it. For some unknown reason, it may have been due to a tiny bit of lucidity, thought that it would be a good idea to try and possess a zombie. I turned to him and let him come up to me, wrapping me in its arms and I pressed the side of my head up to his chest. It worked. I'm now a zombie but the owner of the body appeared and yanked me out of its body and threw me across the room and into another place with zombies. They knew what I was trying to do and one zombie laid on the ground with its arms down by its side and then he looked at me. I knew what to do. I went over to him and laid down over him and my body went into his and now I have become the zombie. I stand up and look at myself. My clothes were all torn up and rotted. My skin was dark and discolored and I felt weird. The environment changed and it is now daytime and I seen windows behind me. There was a spiral staircase infront of me and someone came down it and I saw that it was and SD Gundam GM. He saw me as a zombie and pointed his finger at me. Becoming a zombie was a mistake and now had to find away to convince them that I was human. I threw my hands up in surrender but knew that it was not gonna work. he pulled out his blaster and I took off running. I bolted acroos the room where he followed then outside through the windows. I'm running down a street and some kind of music was playing. Behind me was now Captain Gundam and I can see his huge cute eyes looking angrily at me. I tried to talk but it was no use just moans and growls came out. Another SD Gundam spotted me who had a Megazord feel to him. He was red in color and was a cop, trying to hook me in its cuffs. It made sounds as it was fired at me and returned to him if they missed. I'm not about to let that happen and almost for got about Captain and tripped over him. He caught me but I managed to somehow escape and as time went on of me getting chased by them, the music increased in volume. It was nice pleasant music that was a perfect score for this dream. I realized that the music was from Captain Gundam and started humming and singing it. Zombie can't run that fast and even if they could they can only do it at night or for a short period of time. I was tired and knew that I was about to get hurt. They came up behind me, bumping into me and realized they didn't want to hut me any more. Captain walked in front of me and I was gonna turn and leave but the red cop one was behind me. They wanted me to follow them. So I and we end up somewhere in a small yard and I sitting with the tow of them. Captain was sitting on the steps and the red cop was next to me and another third SD Winged Gundam was also nearby.
11/I spent a good amount of time making sure my house was locked up tight and all the curtains were closed. Despite this, people kept showing up and disturbing my attempts at being a hermit for a day. Each time they left I re-secured the house only to have more people magically appear inside. One guy even made sure I wrote his email address down before they left. 12/Drove down a dark road and saw a strange skeletal creature, armadillo sized, lumbering along. I stopped the car and ran back to investigate despite my passenger's objections. Back around the bend the creature was gone but there was a man with a shovel. He jabbed it into the ditch and mentioned there were lots of 'sightings' lately. I told him about the skeletal thing. He shuddered, gave me his shovel, and told me to kill the thing if possible. I went to the spot but the skeletal thing was gone. There was an old house on the corner that had chickens, pigs and a pony. The animals began acting up. I rushed over to see the skeletal thing arriving. As it turned to face me, it grew in size and towered over me. I threw down the shovel and told it to come fight. I floated from the ground, pushed my hands forward forcefully and sent a whoosh of energy at the skeleton. It fell apart. That was too easy. I learned later that it was some kind of voodoo or witchcraft. I used the shovel to dig around the property until I found an old burlap bag. It was full of bones and shrivelled organs. I burned it and the shovel man screamed from a house nearby. He ran outside, fully engulfed in flames. I tried to help him but the flames would not be extinguised. As he died I remember thinking, 'I try to help and just make things worse..." I went to find my vehicle but got lost. 13/Part of a group contest like The Amazing Race. The other teams had several members dressed in strange costumes, then there was just boring old me and my friend as a team. The other teams kept beating us but it didn't matter. I was there for the experience. At the end there was a rave party. I danced with all of the members of the 'blue' team. I got along especially well with one guy I nickmaned smurf because he had painted his face blue. We vowed to be on a team togethe next time around. We all parted ways. I waited for everyone to leave before I helped myself to food and drink. Fragment- A woman explained about eyes in a different language.
Updated 08-03-2018 at 02:00 PM by 95205 (added color)
I dreamt that I took the escalator and saw some familiar faces, but I'm sure I havn't seen them before tho. But it was two guys in my age. I waved and smiled. They bothed give me the same respons and one of them waited for me. He grabbed my white dress in the ends and said my name. He looked at me, shyly, with his blue eyes. Perhaps he was waiting for something to happen but I just gave him a quick look and started to walk towards the next escalator. It seemed like he wanted to tell me something but I didn't have the time to wait around for him to say something. Note: There was more of the dream, like a market and a second hand-store but nothing more as what I can recall.
So the dream kind of starts backwards, just so you know. There was a rumour that everything that had happen during the past weeks was a lie. Someone had lied about their identity. I was entering a classroom where both classes had joined together to figure out what was going on. There was a girl holding back the tears. She stared at me with such hatred that it became very uncomfortable. Did she know? "There she is, now we can finally begin." said the girls to comfort the almost crying one. I guess I was late. But I had my reasons. I found a spot to take a seat and went there. It was with the guys. All the girls were in the back of the classroom and all the guys in the front. What I noticed when I looked around. The teacher wrote names on the whiteboard, they were all male names, and began to eliminate one name after the other. They wanted to find the culprit. I looked like I was calm but on the inside I felt so stressed. What if my name appeared on that whiteboard. What if...? Soon there was only three names left and one of them was the name of the guy I had a thing with. The teacher asked him a question that if he was sent to an isle what would he wish to have? The guy answered: "Money." Wrong answer apperently. The teacher wanted him to pick a person. So the guy said my name and turned around and confessed how much he loved me. I was taken back a little and just patted him on his hand and smiled briefly. I realized that he liked me way more than what I did but at the same time I was so relieved that they never found the real culprit. I glanced back to the girl with the tears and whispered: "I'm sorry." A few weeks earlier: I was hanging with with guy I had a thing with and some classmates. It was fun until I saw a younger girl passing by with her friends. She was really pretty with dark brown eyes and long very dark brown black hair, it was almost black. She had a pink dungarees with a white t-shirt underneath. My friends were joking around and the guy-to-be-my-boyfriend brought me back to reality. He wanted to do cool things more fited for 16 year olds and nothing a 14 year old could do. Which was the age of the girl by the way. I wasn't really in for it so I blamed it on stomach-ache. Later that day when I came home my mother told me that I needed to retake some classes I missed but couldn't do it as myself. So I put on a wig with very boy-ish hairstyle and very loose fitting clothes. I would be given another name to be able to go to this other grade in the school. I still needed to go as myself to the classes I already had but aslo to the other classes I missed but as someone else. So I basically needed to run between the classrooms and switch the identities. Why? I didn't know it myself. Next day I walked into the classroom meanwhile eating a green apple and looked around for a seat. I saw the same girl as the day before. She was laughing and smiling with her friends. I tilted my head and smiled. Her friends whispered something in her ear so she looked at me. It was so sudden so I almost choked on my apple. She was really cute. I sat down a few tables infront of her with the other guys. The lessons went on but I could still hear her and her friends talk about the new guy in the class. I thought I looked like a tomboy but it seemed like I was wrong. After a long day in school I was ready to leave the yard to go home when this cute girl shyly asked me if it was okay if we walked home together. I was fine with that. Soon she opened up about herself, she made funny jokes and just kept me in this extremly good mood. The days went on like this. We met up after school and walked home together. Sometimes I couldn't be the guy and went home with the guy I had a thing with instead. So I saw her standing just right outside of the school-yard and wait for me. It was like I had become her new bestfriend and to just ditch her like that kind of broke my heart. But when I met her outside after school the next day she gave me a green apple. Suddenly things felt... different between us. She was afriad that I wouldn't always be there for her but as stupid as I was I promised her that I would ALWAYS be there. The very next second I knew she kissed me! I was really shocked and worried. Soon I would recieve letters home from someone that knew about me and my secret identity. I didn't dare to ever speak of it again and never did that "new guy" ever appear in the school ever again after that. But that was not enough, apparently. Someone sent two voice messages to the cute girl and the guy I had a thing with, it was my voice saying: "If you don't come to this place before ???? a clock you will find me in pieces near you. All my bones will be broken and my flesh will be cut into unrecognizable...??? You must find me if you want me to live." I was really shocked when I heard this and tried to find both the girl and the guy. It took awhile but I later found out that they both went to that place to save me, but I wasn't there and I was fine. The person who sent the voice message was found on that place, broken and cut into a billion pieces. That's what I heard. The guy I had a thing with found me in someone else home, lightly beaten, but he cried of happiness and hugged me dearly. The girl never showed up. She didn't know the female version of me. She didn't know that I lived. She probably thought I died in that place. She later found out that... that was not the case.
EXO Since I woke up so many times during the night this is the only thing I can recall: I dreamt that Chanyeol called me on my phone. A video chat. But I didn’t answer. Not until the third time and that was an accident! I heard Chanyeol say: ”Annyeong!” but all I really saw was Sehun sitting further away from the screen, very shy and embaressed. He quickly said: ”Annyeong!” Before he started to laugh and hided his face in his hands. I wasn’t outside anymore what I discovered and noticed that I was suddenly on the toilet and that’s why they were so uncomfortable. I laughed as well and ended the video chat very quicky. It was soooo awkward!!
Updated 08-03-2018 at 12:05 PM by 95361
I would very much like to save this for my DJ A historic dream? A weird meet cute? I dreamt that I just woke up when my mother told me we had moved to a new house and asked me if I liked it. It was very old looking, something from the 1500s I think and soon I noticed that my clothes was even from that time. Right outside was a harbor with large ships also from that time, bascially everything was old, okay? So I was just stepping outside to enjoy some nice fresh air in the new town that I hadn't seen. People were walking on the streets and some even went with horse carriage, since I was so busy looking at everything. I got kind of... lost. It was lovely but I wanted to get home before it got dark so I kept walking meanwhile the sun started to set. As my worried grew and I became tired, I didn't pay much attention to my surrondings and suddenly bumped into a man. He looked like he wasn't much older then me, with dark brown curly hair and very fancy clothing. Obviously a noble. The man asked me if I was alright and when I answered, with a kind of nasty tone that I was, he became some sort of annoying. When we walked into each other he lost his shoe and therefor he kept whining about me handing it over to him. Or well he suggested me putting it on his foot for him, like Cinderella. I pushed him aside and told him that I would never do it. When I looked up I noticed our house just a few meters away and hurried my way over there. In the distance I could hear him scream out a question about my name but I never answered.
Morning of August 3, 2018. Friday. Reading time: 2 min 37 sec. Readability score: 75. I find myself in a big, unfamiliar library that is part of a school building. It is seemingly the end of a school day. A female is present. She may be a teacher. It seems that most people have left. I am asked to clean up, as no one else is going to. I go through the aisles to pick up blankets and bed sheets (without questioning why these items would be “left behind” in a library). I also find a few towels. There are also several pairs of gloves, one pair that I believe is mine, so I put them on. There is also a winter jacket. From here, I decide that I will fly to the north side of La Crosse. I am soon at the Loomis Street house. My brother-in-law Bob seems happy. He appears as he did in the 1980s. A boy is present that is theirs. I falsely remember that they had a child of about eight years old. Bob tells me that another boy was born recently. I ask him whose child this is, as my older sister Marilyn had died. It turns out that she was brought back to life by a business that offers this service. She comes into the house and seems as she was in the 1960s. The house now seems like an ambiguous mix of the Loomis Street house (in America) and the Gellibrand Street apartment in Australia. A bed is in a similar orientation as it was in the Gellibrand Street place, where we lived when our oldest son was a baby. Marilyn seems happy. The baby is on the bed and has a strange appearance, a big head, and a thin, wiry body. It is only a few days old. It is speaking coherently with a curious metallic echoing. The words are soft. I do not recall what he said. I ask about Cindy, my brother Earl’s wife. She was brought back as well. Bob says that she has “a hundred years left (to live).” Curiously, I have no memory of Earl (who had also died in real life). Later, Marilyn and I are talking about all the puzzle books she had given me, mostly from the 1950s, 1960s, and 1970s, the majority of them Dell. (This was a real-life event.) They were in a big cardboard box. We talk cheerfully about difficult cryptic crossword puzzles. The harder ones are left for me to solve. My dream self recalls that Marilyn had died, but also with the false memory she had one child that would now be about eight (though she would be far too old for this to be true). I remember my sister-in-law, but not my brother. I do not recall my current life status, yet the Loomis Street house (America) mixes with where Zsuzsanna and I lived years ago, which means a part of my conscious self identity is subliminally present. Dreams are a fascinating comedy of errors sometimes. The last part (waking process rather than dream revivification) is from a trigger I developed in childhood, to make a dream more vivid and coherent by giving myself reading tasks or focusing on books or writing (though I also used coins for this), though now I mostly use computer associations. (An odd result of that is how computer technology is often on notebook paper in my dreams.) The association with solving puzzles also directly relates to the middle of the waking process, between the fictitious dream self and emerging consciousness identity. The library trigger “failed,” but still displayed dream state indicators (bed sheets and blankets in the aisles), though the usual vestibular system correlation (flying in this case) was present. I put on gloves to mask my conscious self identity and physicality. It shows that I was in non-lucid control of my dream (as is most often the case) but with odd results and the usual dream state amnesia when non-lucid.
Non-dream stuff; couldn't remember any dreams yesterday. Today I woke up at about 8 but forgot dreams so got up and did something before getting back in bed and then remembering the following non-lucid fragment. Fragment: I remember I had a camera-like perception and that I was seeing some recorded footage from a car in New York. People were talking about the footage, and it was like one of those CSI programmes. I don't remember the footage very well other than it was the car going on to a bridge, then making a U-turn and then starting to drive off. Then I was at the bridge place and there was a blonde woman in a red dress, whom was implied by the dream context to be a hooker, and she looked pretty clueless but was related to the car thing, especially given the fact she was in the middle of the initial stretch of the bridge road. Then I moved away from the bridge, to a T-intersection with it, or rather that its road made with another, and saw 2 blue camouflage soldiers diverting traffic and telling everyone to not come closer. They had an RPG-Launcher on their left hand and a typical American assault rifle on their right hand, which made me wonder how they would be able to appropriately fire the RPG at an incoming tank or something. They had blue helmets, too. In the distance, I saw some skyscrapers, and a certain one behind another had something funny about its logo that was related to whatever was going on at the bridge, but its like nobody else had made the connection, though I don't remember details. It was day for the entirety of the dream. Some notes: I've never been to New York, and in fact have really only ever seen it in games and police tv dramas.The blue camo soldiers were more than likely some sort of U.N. force.I am not sure that I ever had a physical representation in this dream, so I'm not sure how a RC would have worked.The soldiers looked a bit bored and somewhat agitated at the same time.
Day before yesterday DREAM This was very cool, very long, detailed and it had a beginning, middle and the end. I'm in a low flying airplane. Coming in for a landing. Pilot finds a dirt road out in the hills and lands on it. We are rolling on the ground, up the slight hill, hoping to come to a stop without hitting anything. Then we turn left, parallel to the hill and I think we are going to turn down hill now and roll down and crash. But no, we come to a stop. I'm thinking pilot turned the plane like that so we can take off easier. We walk on the grassy hill to a restaurant. Look around and we decide to have lunch, then go back to the plane and continue. I know we are somewhere far, but have no idea where. I look for signs, anything that would say the name of the place. Someone says Puerto Rico. I'm happy. My best friend M from childhood decide to skip lunch and go look around. We are in Puerto Rico and we want to see the ocean. I look to the left, and from the top of the hill I see blue of the ocean. I say "aaaand there it is". We head down on a winding dirt path and end up by a bay. She wants to go in the hotel to look around. So we walk through the hotel, but I keep telling her that we are gonna get caught, because we are not guests there. She eats from a buffet and she wants to use the pool. But I urge her not to and we just walk around. It's a huge hotel, with pools, hallways, place outside that's in a shade, beach is rocky with clear ocean water. I keep telling her we should head back, so we don't miss the plane leaving. Suddenly there is a voice on a PA system about intruders. We gotta run. We are dodging security guys through doors. As we are leaving the complex, I see another bay. It's possible to walk-skip on large rocks mostly hidden under the water, only the tops are showing. So you can go like that deep into the ocean. My perspective changes and now I'm looking at the bay from the ocean, not from the beach. Someone is showing a map and explaining, how the ocean bottom suddenly drops into great depth just where the skipping rocks end. DREAMS last night Telescope Someone is showing me and my dad a new type of a telescope. It's small, but it should be really good. Looking at all the controls. Lava On the shore of a lava pool. Lava is all white. People are watching how some people are dipping in the lava. Some kind of a ritual, or just display of machismo. Guy comes out, all covered in white lava, and as it cools, he kinda just rolls it off of him. There is a girl and they dip her back in a lake. I tell someone to stand back, because it can splash on us, and that's when I feel lava on me. It's really hot. I don't understand how those people don't die from it. They pull this girl out and she is in bad shape. I don't understand why are they doing this.
I start out in an apartment that seems to be mine, but doesn’t resemble anywhere I’ve ever lived. Hearing a commotion outside, I go out to investigate. I walk across a grassy lawn to where it overhangs a sidewalk. It seems coming from the direction of the train station, which is just down the street. I recall that today is the day the king is supposed to return from a trip abroad: there are probably many people there to greet him. Sure enough, I soon see him walking by, just like any other person might, alone except for three dogs. One of the dogs, a large and muscular one, is headed directly my way. I’m not threatened by it, though: I don't read any aggression in its behavior, only curiosity. It’s sniffing me over as he approaches to get it back under control. We exchange a few words. He knows who I am—I get the impression this country is on the small side, and he probably knows everyone here—and he says that he’s honored that I’m residing in his country (I am a foreigner here and not a citizen). He tells me he's happy to be the host of someone favored by the cat god. This is a chaotic, cat-like being that comes around—like any other cat—when it feels like it and not before. It appears to have taken a liking to me, and there’s now some kind of deeper bond between us. It also seems to be associated with the key of B major, whatever that means. The king is about to leave, but the dog breaks away again to continue to inspect me. He once again gets it under control and asks in a casual way what a sky bicycle actually looks like. This odd form of transportation has to do with the cat somehow—the thing apparently has a whole mythology of its own. I reply that I don’t know, as sky bicycles only take a definite form when several people are looking at one at the same time. (31.7.18)
Created Thursday 02 August 2018 Got a WILD and a fragment today. Scrap Group 1 Some court proceedings. Think it was a mock trial to test out various proposed laws? Several characters from Law and Order were there. Dream 1 - Ice Bug Home School WILD transition. The visuals were a bit blurred. False awakening in the living room of an unknown home. While keeping still on the couch, I rub my hands thoroughly. I then ran about, paying little attention to anyone else that I've passed by (likely relatives). Next, I climbed up a long flight of stairs, and stopped at a landing. The contests' tasks came to mind. With a swipe of my hand, I ordered a human-sized ice spike to erupt from the ground. Wasn't fond of its artificial appearance. So, I did likewise in the next few landings, until I got a spike that looked respectable enough. I then yelled 'Yol Toor Shul!', the Dragon Shout for a fire breath (but only because I forgot the chant for ice breath at the time!). Nonetheless, this manifested as a stream of light snow. I rushed to the top. This lead to a long hallway, one more suitable to a more public building than a house. I called out 'Tomb of Levistus!' (a magical power from D&D), intending to trap myself in a giant ice crystal. Instead, I'd unwittingly shrunk myself down to a few inches. Just then, the Hanna-Barbera character Snagglepuss walked in out of nowhere, almost unknowingly stepping on me, had I not avoided him. Things destabilized a bit. More hand-rubbing. Still in my tiny form, I continued all the way through the entirety of the hallway. Beyond that was a kindergarten classroom. At the helm was an olive skinned African-descended woman with black, kinky hair, donned in an adorned plaid dress and black slippers. I approached her, inadvertently going at near-blinding speed. The woman soon spotted me, appearing visibly flustered, almost as if I were some friend who'd wandered in at an awkward moment. She hastily scooped me up, then kept me held in her hands behind her back. After distracting the kids with busywork, she isolated the two of us under a doorway opposite of where I first entered. "We'll play later.", she whispered hurriedly. Hmm... ok? Things get unclear. Lucidity lost. Various warps to other places. This goes on until the dream ended.
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