In a lucid I am flying fast through narrow streets at night. Ahead I see the Idaho capitol building. I go Spider Man and shoot an energy line out and reel myself in super fast to the building. I can not get above the fancy stone work ledge. I stop and try to fix what ever is wrong in my thinking/expectations. I am doing everything right but can not move higher up the building. I decide to physically climb the stone work. It teeters and threatens to collapse on me. some form of hidden barrier?
I am in a confusing dream and my friend is asleep on the floor which seems wrong. I sense I have somehow ended up in some one else's house. I wander around and my friend wakes up and agrees we should not be here and could get in trouble. There is a woman there. and I talk to her. No of this makes sense so I decide it must be a dream. I RC by attempting TK, which works. Lucid now. I go outside to explore and he comes with me. We fly along a dark street in the rain. he says he is hungry, and I tell him to just visualize food. Up ahead is a burger restaurant. We go in (first door is locked) and he wants to order. I am suddenly thinking this feels like I have gone astral and am in one of the cities. I worry that if he orders and they serve him actual astral food he will be expected to pay with some form of actual astral wealth. I assume he has none as I certainly never have any form of currency, in fact it being made clear in the past that i do not have clothing (I just imagine I do.) I do not want to get people angry, so decide to find out if these people are real and if this is indeed a real place not just inside my head. I sit down calmly and call out into the ether asking for someone to explain where I have found myself and if there are any rules I need to know about. Before long someone real (entity) does approach and asks me to follow them. They take me out of the building through the back. Some other entities are out there. I can hear them talking/ thinking to each other. One is saying they are confused as to did I honestly just peacefully turn myself in? What? Am I wanted here, or something? I certainly have screwed up and run amuck in many more than one area of the astral. Wow, but if I want to be welcome in these places i must face what ever local law enforcement wants to deal with me and hopefully move forward with fixing my disturbing past. They bring me to a building and say my powers will be dampened in there while I am interviewed (like the prison I was sent to in the large every time I showed up for months.) It is ok, I know in a worse case I can force my consciousness back to the physical realm. Inside the building is a woman who interrogates me. I am accused of treachery. I supposedly acted disloyally in some setting that harmed the interests of this group. Images of space ships are projected as if that should remind me of the crime. I explain to her that I do not remember anything about the situation if it happened. I explain that I am a dreamer and am rarely in the astral. that when I do make it there my cognitive function is impaired much like being drunk, so sometimes I screw everything up. I am unaware if I have an existence there when my life is taking place on Earth, but that blaming me (this awareness) for things some avatar of me does when "I" am not there would be confusing to me. I am at a huge disadvantage in dealing with there legal system. She seems pretty pissed off and not impressed with my excuses. I panic and decide to get the hell out of the dampening field incase i need to protect myself. I force my way out the door. I make a run for it and take off flying. She chases/follows me and amazingly can match my every maneuver (uncommon in most cities.) I can not get away and decide to force myself back into my body.
12/11/20 I am with R and E, I gather we are going to a small restaurant to work some big event. Somehow I am in possession of a live crab for some reason. I put it in the trunk of the car we drove over in. We go into the restaurant we are taking it over to cater a wedding I think. I am unsure if I am cooking or serving. The cooks there are unsure if they are working our event or not. I start to help set up tables and chairs in the typical bustle of before event catering. The band is setting up on the stage, I notice a black and white fender that looks pretty nice. I pretend to play the air guitar, it appears on me and I am holding it playing it suddenly. I am embarrassed that I didn't ask to play it first. The guitar belongs to one of the ladies getting married as they are walking onto the stage together. I quickly put the guitar back and apologise, going about my work. I now notice this is going to be a lesbian wedding, they are both older ~mid forties maybe, shorter rounder build and kind of messy reddish hair. They seem kind and non elitist, but they still treat me like the help. All the guests are there and I notice kind of worriedly that no one is wearing masks. I am unsure of my duties or even if I want to stay here. So I sit down at a table with other people and order a glass of wine. There is a younger kid next to me who orders wine as well. I am suspicious but the waiter serves him anyway, whatever, their funeral. I gather this is a somewhat ritzy crowd and everyone is used to getting their way. I eventually end up at the mother of the brides table. She is older and white haired, she almost reminds me of Betty White. She definitely has a charming smile and is very joyful for the occasion. She seems to have taken a strong interest in me, I can tell she likes me, perhaps I remind her of someone from her past. She asks me if I am a time traveler. I say yes, but I can only travel in one direction. She laughs uncontrollably dipping her head towards the table. The other workers seem to be jealous I am now part of the party. The dream fades as we continue our conversation. I see a giant Pringles can on its side it feels like a float, it is floating like a balloon it is mostly white. It reminds me of a falcon 9 booster on its side only it's lighter than air. I put it on like a hat and ride a tricycle like scooter around through crowds and lines of people. Maneuvering my way through buildings that almost remind me of a 90's pizza place. Everyone laughs/ gets bonked by the length of it as I pass them. I try to cross traffic through a highway and almost get hit by cars coming towards me.
In this dream I was lucid for a long stretch and I at one point decided to try and kiss my dream guide. I pulled her close but was polite about it and put my lips timidly on hers. Fade to grey, disapproval, I will force you out of the dream. Sorry, sorry, step back. Dream comes back. We start walking. I decide to create a totally fake DC and kiss it. I know the crowd will have a pretty women. It does. I know she will walk up to me and want to kiss. It does. Fade to grey. I will force you out. Dispel Dc, say sorry, sigh, sorry, sorry sorry. Continue on.
I am back 25 years ago and on the job when me and dad were in business together. I guess we had been planning on going to a concert out of town. He can not go for some reason, but I am still planning on going. He gets very angry and starts yelling. He does not need me to stay and his attempt to pressure me to stay is petty. I realize dad has been dead 8 years and it is 2020, not the 80's. I think this may be Dad's spirit which often seems confused. I stand up to him and loudly proclaim "listen you should not yell at me like I am a kid. I am almost 50 years old and in waking life am considered a highly accomplished man."
(night of) 10-12-20 Pre-sleep : focusing on Becky 1) Early night dream (1:21-1:37) I'm fighting in a big huge field, I'm beating up these people one by one - they are mean horrible racist (white supremacists) things. Each time I smash one to the ground I see an image of a black woman and child pop up (almost like I am saving them) but it's all very much in a video game type of format. Though the format is daft my rage is real, I feel so angry I need to get rid of these vile human beings. I go deeper and deeper into this infinite field, and rack up quite a few points, feels kind of like Classic Doom game. I wake up with my blood pumping 2) (from long dream period of 3:16 - 4:00) Suburban setting: Middle America, an innocent looking back yard with a white picket fence, and then some kind of electrical sparks -and 'boom' the whole area around the house has been morphed and changed, sparking different colors and metals (though layered on top of the same structures) And a bunch of scary looking aliens appear in this mess, armed to the teeth and running after the lady who did this: Now we see a blond lady, mid twenties, she is driving away from this craziness, driving in her pink Cadillac, no roof and I am sitting in the back with another person. Behind us the aliens are catching up, but a invisible triceratops comes stampeding around the corner and bashes the aliens out of the way. Now we have the same scene from the viewpoint of the Triceratops, his journey begins - seemingly willed into existence just after the aliens appeared, outside the american house. He sees the aliens and feels and urge to chase after them and we see the pink Cadillac from the perspective of the triceratops now, as he charges directly at the aliens saving the car from harm. After a few moments the car slows down to a halt and I ask the lady driving the car what she has in the glove compartment - I m not sure WHY I ask though. I climb forward to the front seat and open it - inside it's like a doorway to another universe, vast and open, I don't know how it is this big. The door to open the glove compartment is both regular size and the size of an actual door. **time missing** I ve warmed up to this lady with the blonde hair, we have a spark between us, I know she likes me too. We sit at a dinner table, a bunch of us eating and I move seats so that now I am sitting directly across from her. I want to talk to her more, kiss her even. My wife walks into the room, I'm confused - am I married? I recall then that I AM married, and I don't know what to make of these feelings toward this woman now 3) Dream Frag (from 5:45 - 6:05) Watching an episode of classic Sabrina the teenage witch, She is in New York, in the middle of the new York iconic Central Park. She is walking past what looks like a coffee shop and now we see it is actually 'central Perk'. Phoebe pops her head out of the door. It looks like she is working there as it is late and she is cleaning up, she waves at Sabrina and we now know this is a 'cameo'. She runs over to Sabrina to say hi, but Phoebe is actually tiny compared to Sabrina, like a mouse, and there seems to be a crazy explanation here that she exists in a parallel 'smaller' reality. It makes for a comedic exchange between characters though 4) Short dream (7:19-7:27) Sitting in my house (that is not my real house) My wife asks me to write a song for her, she needs it for work. It looks like I am a professional song writer in this reality. I tell her I will, and start to talk some more but she butts in - then she starts to moan at me , saying that I always say that I will do things, but never actually do them (even though I was about to start) I tell her I just wanted to ask if she needed just the lyrics or the tune as well? because I usually just write lyrics. Then I am sitting on a sofa and I have longer hair, I'm suddenly a teenager again - and it is my step dad that is shouting at me - I get pissed off, I tell him to try to talk to me like an actual human being every once in a while.
12/10/20 I am outdoors walking down a crowded sidewalk. There is some kind of festival with many people my age and younger. I see some people I know walking behind me. There is an open plot of land which is a farm with many cows in it between two houses in the neighborhood we are walking through. The owner is by their front fence with a few other people looking at the cows. One of the larger cows which was leaning over the fence jumps over it. There is a larger man who holds it in place by the horns in the crowd of people, still by the fence. I am amused by the cow and want to pet it. Somebody behind me holds me back and my vision goes black. I wake up in the upstairs of the farmhouse in a dark bedroom with someone babysitting me for some reason. I gather there are many people on hallucinagens at this festival and they were concerned I was trying to pet the bull. The younger blonde farmer chick is now babysitting me just sitting around making sure I am ok. I am confused because I didn't remember taking anything to impair my judgement. I just wanted to pet the cow. We walk together into the next room which is like a large open theater and has bleacher like seating. It's dimly lit and I gather there is a certain ceremony going on. I see some guys I grew up with all sitting in a mixed group towards the upper right of the seats. He tells me they have 12 portions of Corceps?(maybe a fungus maybe a flower I don't really know) And offers me some for the trip. A certain point is reached in the ceremony and everyone whips out their portion to dose. Everyone has a bowl of chunky looking bluish almost yogurt consistency liquid in wooden bowls. They all start drinking theirs. He encourages me to drink mine. I say hold up. I pull out my phone and Google the name he tells me. I am looking it up first before drinking it. A girl I know IWL from festival is sitting close to me and gets really upset that I am on my phone during the ceremony and gets up angrily telling me how I am messing with her vibe. I'm like, tough tits chick, I'm not just gonna take something I have no idea what it is even if my oldest friend I know just hands it to me. So I turn the brightness down on my phone and just keep reading. I read that it is a powerful natural hallucination used in indigenous ceremonies for journey. I see the words witchcraft and occult in one of the articles and decide that's good enough for me. I sit up to start drinking mine and grab a bowl which is already empty. I think someone has drunk mine but actually just grabbed the wrong bowl. My friend hands me mine and I smell it. It smells like blueberries. I bring the bowl to my lips to drink and the dream fades. I call a bank about withdrawing money from my Alexa account, the guy tells me to come in to do the transaction. When I get there it is a smaller strip mall bank that almost looks like an airport terminal kiosk. I wait in line but notice the guy I talked to is on the left side of the desk. There is an older guy there in the background sort of glaring at me. I gather he is evil and don't want to talk to him. I tell them I just called about an Alexa withdrawal and the guy on the left helps me. He asks for my ID which I panic thinking I don't have it on me. It is in my hat. When we finish he hands me my money and my cards back, only I have one extra card in the stack. It is a vertical card with some braille on it. It has a picture of the old guy on it and the name Micheal Flynn at the bottom with his picture on the front. I gather that Micheal Flynn is a demon. I have been marked with this card but don't understand the intention. I stand in front of the kiosk for a minute or so while looking from the card to back up at them with a raised eyebrow. The guy who gave me the card was my lead. He is helping me track down the demon. I go to my car which is in eyesight to the kiosk. I sit in the passenger seat and stake it out. While sitting I get tired but only pretend to lower my head while watching the activity intently. A girl with black hair a black shirt and a broom to sweep with comes out of a store next-door to the bank. When I look at her she ignores me and pretends to work. While I pretend to hang my head down so she can't see my eyes she just stands there staring at me while slowly lifting her shirt or pulling it down or something equally tempting my attention. I pretend to ignore her while I look up casually still watching the kiosk to the left of where she is standing. I have decided she is the demon I've been looking for. I get out of the car and approach her, the gig is up. I grab her while walking back into her empty store that is similar to a smaller department store with the same type of nooks and crannies as a clothing store. While holding her arms I notice her face go fuzzy with distortion when I poke certain parts of her back and neck and arms while she isn't struggling too much. She walks with me while I calmly explain to her that she has been found out, I know what she is. Whatever is going on here is going to stop, there is no room for evil in these parts ect ect. But I do mention if she weren't evil we'd probably get along fine. I attempt to be smooth about it as to not attract the attention of the security guard I know is working. He may have seen me as we tuck away into the back cubby corner of the shop. The outline of her face is still going buzzy every few seconds and I gather the entity inside her isn't pleased to be found out. When we get to the back I begin some incantation speaking words I do not recognize while she writhes as I hold both of her arms behind her back. I notice the guard coming up behind me so I let her go and immediately begin on some false conversational tangent about how her brother had a conversation with her and I just want to know what she told my sister because it was very important that I hear it from her (hoping my tone would falsely show the tension he may have witnessed while also implying this being a personal matter between two consenting parties, and not an exorcism). He stares blankly for a few moments while she just stands there looking between the two of us. "You can't do that here" he says. The gig is up I think. "If you want to get rid of that thing inside her you better follow me to the fire, it's the only way" he continues. I am shocked. He knows what I am doing and is offering help. Very cool. I walk her behind him and he leads us to another part of the store which has a fireplace in the wall. I gather the only way is to channel this being back into the fire from which it came. The dream fades as the incantations begin with her writhing in my arms once again.
I’m with a coworker visiting a city, we arrived at night, there’s no street lights, we can barely see in the dark. I asked him if he got some place to sleep. He tells me we got one with three beds, and laughs. We try to walk on the street but it’s impossible to see for me. The cars have all lights off. They look like shadows and seem to be very damaged. I notice I forgot my bag somewhere else while we went out of the subway station, which is the last spot of light I can see now. Get back to look for my bag. I complain about the darkness while I put my hands on some surface in front of me. I wish it’s daylight while looking down my hands. It turns into daylight on the borders of my vision! No need to think about it anymore, I know what this means. Lucid again! I get excited, go back where we were, I don’t want to leave this dreamscape. Want to explore and enjoy. My coworker is not there anymore, I see a very tight street, on my right while walking down the place, there’re kiosks selling newspapers on both sides. I’m curious to see what my dream mind will put there. The place silently starts to fall down like it was an earthquake, on my left side. I see people between the mass of earth and papers. I wonder for what could it mean. Keep on walking until I get into a very known non-lucid dreamscape cemetery. There you are! I say, while I immediately recognize this cemetery. It’s still the same, like I was here yesterday. I wonder for what does it mean in my mind, what have changed along the years in this place. Then Start to walk among the graves amazed because of the very old memory view. There I see something new, a tall wall covered in plants… slowly woke up to write a draft for this entry. It was the first dream of the night when I saw the clock.
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The Jack Nicholson horror film 26/05/20 -Vivid - NLD I’m in my living room at night with my wife when suddenly an unknown and paranormal force begins to knock us about the room. It’s terrifying and this force is invisible. I’m even thrown and flipped over onto my stomach. I become half paralysed and all I can do is reach out to my wife with my hand and move my lips slightly. Thinking this is the end I try to say “I love you” to her but all that comes out is a faint whispering breath. Suddenly I’m back on my feet and trying to unlock the front door so we can both escape. Luckily we get out before it attacks again. After a moment outside we go back in the house as we believe we’ll be safer inside as the evil force has got out as well. I begin locking the porch door in a panic and tell my wife to check it’s definitely locked. I then lock the front door but it doesn’t work and opens again! I try again and it locks the second time. We know something is outside and wanting to get in and feel afraid and helpless. I quickly run to the living room realising the window might be open and It is! I hurry to shut it and an evil looking man who is a scarier version of Jack Nicholson from the shinning is there and grabs the window at the same time as me. I pull as hard as I can and get the upper hand, closing and locking the window. The man then looks through the window with a crazy, grin on his face. “Here’s Johnny!” He says almost mocking me as he pretends to be Jack Nicholson. I hurry away and find my wife in the hallway. I say “We’ll be fine if all the windows are shut”. She asks “what are we going to do if he smashes a window?” Disheartened but trying to brave I say “If he does, you get the baby and sneak out the back and get as far away as possible and call the police. I will... I will do what I can”. I feel upset saying that but my braveness feels heroic and sacrificial which gives me a sense of pride. She looks at me with pure love for saying that. “In fact call the police now” I say realising that would be smart. I go upstairs and check the window in the Babies room. It’s closed but I look through the blinds and see if I can see the man. He must be still at the window downstairs and I can’t see him from this angle. I then go to the kitchen. Jade is cooking and chopping onions as if nothings wrong! I then realise the kitchen window is open! “The window!” I say but my wife doesn’t seem bothered. “I’d rather him get in then have the window shut whilst I’m doing this”. she says. I run to the window and try to shut it but the man is there and this time gets the upper hand and gets through. I am scared and react by grabbing an electric toothbrush and stabbing him in the eye with it. I then turn it on which creates a big bloody eye socket as it vibrates. I say something like “Can you help me!” To my wife but she doesn’t. “I don’t like horror films” she says and just like that the terror of the dream melts away and I suddenly think we’ve paid to have this experience as if renting a movie!? My wife isn’t bothered by it so it all stops suddenly. Jack Nicholson still with the toothbrush in his eye leaves and pulls off a fence panel in my garden. He looks back at us and knows he’s defeated. “Wrong house anyway, I was looking for Mr. Bruntons!” He says as if telling us it’s time for him to move on to his next victims. We smile and watch him go through the fence. The ordeal is over. Analysis: Wow I loved this dream! It was my first official nightmare since I started my journal but it was so vivid with a mostly coherent plot and I remember it so well and that fear was so real! Again there are some major recurring themes. The evil attacker/ intruder theme again along with this bizarre not been able to lock doors problem? I think this must stem from me locking the doors every night before bed? Still it’s the 3rd time this has happened and needs noting as a serious dream sign. It was a mostly scary dream but was funny how it fizzled away into silliness at the end. The most interesting part however was the beginning. That invisible force, throwing me around, pinning me down and making me unable to move or talk?! It had similarities to how people describe sleep paralysis and I wonder if it was some lesser form of it only within a dream setting and not my bed room? It’s not the first time I’ve experienced this either and may have been my transition from waking to dream as it took place in my house? Interesting though very frightening at times.
I recently had a dream where I saved a very nice checkpoint that I could reload like in game. For fun, I ranked my top dreams up to the "Checkpoint" dream, determining the best checkpoints I could have in previous dreams. This considers if I want to have fun, do activities, or retreat to a safe haven in the midst of a dangerous fight. 1. Enigma: The basic premise of the dream, revisiting 6 past dreams. 2. L: the sheer amount of control I have here is insane, and the aquarium seems safe and beautiful enough. 3. Perfect Plan: very cool and has myself to consult in case something goes wrong. 4. The Dream Guide: The titular character could be very helpful. 5. Nice Meal: at a beach with my sister, en route to good food and music. What more could you ask for? 6. SERENDIPITY: the cool beginning may be double edged, but meeting two of my friends and the potential with amazing ending is promising. 7. Hypothesis: Also with a really big amount of control and potentially able to go anywhere 8. Beautiful Garden: The titular location is very pretty and I have telekinesis. 9. Deja vu ii: has a similar theme and is very nice, only problem is it seems to be going nowhere 10. To the Sun: The hill is very pretty and it's worth seeing where Jamie is going off to or using the lighthouse as vantage point. 11. Detective Noir: I'm in a bar with black and white style which is pretty cool. 12. High Level Area: The challenges and the obstacles seems pretty interesting. 13. Dream Competition: I had gone through quite a bit to reach a relatively safe place. The titular event also seems interesting. 14. Checkpoint: Truly one of the outliers of the 3/5 dreams, it has the best "checkpoint" out of them all -- a beautiful girl greets me and says it's a nice day. Though simple, it surpasses a lot of one-time 5/5's and even 6/5's.
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(night of) 09-12-20 Focusing on the dog and Becky, only get some flashes during meditation : the dog's 'home' which is a kind of rescue center for dogs (though more of a hostel) and the color green or blue 1) At a pub that seems to double up as a night club - though it is daytime now. It's quite dark in the pub and while I am drinking, with some friends, a guy approaches me - he asks me if I could give something to Fabienne (my wife) and hands me a plastic bag with some stuff in. He's pretty tall, has a nice suit and some kind of hair style that looks overly too styled. Simon, my mate, asks me what's in the bag - so I take a look. It has various papers and cut outs in it, I don't understand any of this - what does he want? what does it mean? As we are walking back home (which seems to be just down the street to the night club) I look through the contents again. There are some notes, hand written on old bits of paper, from what I can gather he tried to talk to her (via written notes) 15 years ago, and now wants to marry her. On one sheet of glossy paper there is a collage of images expertly put together, it's difficult to work out what any of it means, but I can see that this guy is a big deal. He runs a production studio and is a big tv star. An old photo of him in the early 2000's is also attached, the guy has tall spiky multi colored hair and looks like a total douche. When I get back home, which is now in my old home town I grew up in, I walk past my mum and wife who are in the living room, I'll give Fabi the bag in a bit. I go to see my step dad, he's painting this small intricate model of a creature. It's beautifully painted, a kind of sea monster, octopus with movable parts, a mouth that can be opened sideways to reveal red gums and razor sharp teeth. I tell him how impressed I am by it, though he was really good at art.
12/9/20 With A at some certain restaurant. It feels french and fancy. Things are pleasant and wishy washy. The room opens up to a large hilly landscape. People are dressed in all white laying on the grass in small groups. There are funky trees scattered about. I befriend some bohemians who are making music. I wonder if I have my drum with me. While walking back to the restaurant I feel drunk and cannot see for a few minutes. I gather some guy has come up to me attempting to give me a hug and he wants something from me. I am repulsed and gather he is a homeless guy trying to take advantage of me. He grabs me quickly but I push him away even though my vision is impaired. It is night now and things are neon coloured with lights and glowy things all over. It feels like a night time festival. This transitions to being at a church camp I find my like-minded people but mostly everyone else is 'in on it'. I am in a sort of secluded church camp now. I am an older leader. I befriend a kid who is kind of the outcast, we goof off in a photo booth and make silly faces. The picture print outs are very small, I put it in my pocket. Guys are in separate dorms than girls. We are segregated all day as well. I find myself in a girl's room at night time. The gravity is different for me and I am being pulled away from the door. I attempt to climb up the floor while everyone else just lays around in their sleeping bags After crawling through the door it is higher up and I fall to the floor with a thud Certain days the guys clean up after the girls and certain days the girls clean up after the guys. It is the only time we are allowed into each other's sections. The rooms are named after planets and moons, they are divvied up through the week, we decide to clean Io today. The girls are purposely messy and throw trash on the ground while the guys are walking around them cleaning. We all use our hands and have no cleaning tools. I imagine this to be quite unsanitary. My hands are full of candy wrappers and general bits of trash from the floor. We are leaving a room when the girls call our attention to empty chip bags that were under one of their sleeping bags. I take up the bag and begin to stuff other trash into it. They are all staring at me as if I have done something improper. Some of the rooms have bunk beds and some of the beds are in small plywood constructed rooms in a long hallway that almost resembles a boxcar, my room is one of these though I only lay down once I think. I walk back and forth a lot. The ideology of the place is getting to me. I don't like it. I am tired. I go to the back of the row of rooms and there are several boys and one other leader in there all sitting around the same table. They are all wearing the same blue jumpsuits. They all look tired too. I ask when we are supposed to sleep. Cause I notice it doesn't really get dark here but the girls are sleeping regularly. They say they don't really sleep when they're here. I am reminded of lock-ins when I used to go to weekend camps. We are told to go on a trip to one of the head pastor's house. While in the van with all the other kids I pull out the picture reel from earlier while next to the kid I befriended. I tell him these are nice mementos. "Mementos are really nice" I say "because they are an accurate memory of the past. Because memories can be flawed, we only remember what we want to remember. And memories can change based on how we feel" The other leader looks at me weird as do some of the boys. I gather I have been ideologically inappropriate again. When we reach the pastors house I notice it is a very large house. We are all gathered at his front door as he is in the doorway. He steps outside and makes us watch him select a pair of shoes from his massive rack of dress shoes and work boots that are up against the house. There must be hundreds of pairs of shoes. This feels excessive to me. There is a tv screen on the porch he instructs us to watch as he wants to show us something. There are two cameras on his person as he is walking his cat down the street. Both views are on the tv. He is just rambling about his sweet little girl kitty and his dog as he is walking around giving them treats. We watch the screen of his perspective for a few minutes. I am not amused. I ask the other leader if we can go in now cause I really don't wanna watch this dude feed his cat. Some of the kids giggle but the leader is solemn and quietly informs me this is the proper way they are instructed to do what they are told. It must happen this way before we enter. I roll my eyes and wait. Once inside we are all sitting in a circle of chairs in the living room. It feels like a small group meeting but only the head pastor and a couple of his subservients are talking one at a time. I gather right off the bat that I am being singled out. I am open at first but very regularly they are looking directly at me while saying something ominous. They also are constantly bumping into only me. Either walking past my chair or literally coming over to me and standing directly in front of me with their back to me. Several times they are excitedly squatting and basically twerking in my lap. Everytime this happens my eyes get wider and wider. I am disgusted and in complete disbelief. I glance around the room with a dissatisfied look on my face and catch the glances of a couple of the guys in passing. We give each other that knowing look while I slowly shake my head. This is gross, these are grown ass men in their sunday's best rubbing their body all over me "accidentally" and only me. One of the times one of them from inside the circle is passing a book to one on the outside of the circle over my head. He hits me in the head with the book in passing but doesn't acknowledge it. I just look around the room and catch the eyes of whoever will look at me. I am obviously being singled out here, this is gonna be good. I now notice a blackboard on the wall to my left. It has many words written on it but in the very center is the word DEAD. I gather they are all words of personal submission. There are also the "higher ups" in the group all sitting around a rectangular table all very deeply in prayer or study or whatever. They have Uno cards I gather they are using like tarot cards but only Jesus inspired. I find it comical. At a certain point everyone in the circle stands up while looking at me. I remain sitting with my arms crossed unmoved. A guy I know to my right slowly starts to crouch while everyone is holding hands with each other in the circle. Everyone else starts to crouch too. He says let's get down lower so we can be with him too. I look around while everyone prays with their head down. There is a girl in a wheelchair across from me I used to be friends with but she looks different. She has the silliest look on her face and one of her eyes is literally going around in circles. I hold back an audible laugh in the quietness of their group prayer. While the main pastor is talking again I find extreme distain with his message. He is belittling the people around me. His demeanour is pompous and entitled. He encourages people to doubt themselves and ensures people they are less than they think they are. The only way to salvation is to listen to me he says. You must die to yourself and only support me, it's what god wants. I am visibly not having any of this bullshit. He then announces God is telling him that one of us is in need of divine intervention. Shocker. While walking around the outside of the circle he is talking of the devil and the damnation of self-knowledge. Without warning he pushes my chair into the center of the circle exclaiming "God has chosen you my son to be directly touched by his loving hand!" "Whhooooooaaaa you don't say!?" I say out loud mockingly. Saw this coming. He begins circling my chair looking at me intently. I notice the circle has thinned. The younger kids are gone and it is only 'the faith warriors' now. Shits about to get real I gather. He begins on some diatribe "Now son do you believe you were sent by God here today to…" and continues to talk for 5 minutes about divine intervention and the necessity of purging self for the attainment of 'rightfulness'. I let him talk while still having my arms crossed. He pauses, "Well? Son? Do you?" "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't realize there was an actual question in there, it just sounded like you were talking at me not to me, can you please rephrase the statement?" I return. The dream fades Prison camp I am in a prison camp that feels like north korea. It's a run down warehouse on the water, everything is rusted and smells. I am with many other people who are also there against our will. Everyone has a job or location that they work at everyday. There are lines for everything everywhere. Everything is moderated/controlled and most everything survival related costs money, only we are paid literal pennies for our labor. People are depressed and just waiting to die. All hope is seemingly lost. I befriend some people but the whole experience is very drab. While standing outside a building on the concrete road near the entrance I hear a voice in my head. It says, "Listen. He is coming, You will be free." I am confused but attentive. I see someone who is a higher up, someone with authority but not callous towards us. He is walking past me but doesn't notice me at first. I notice he begins to choke, he is unwell in just that moment. So I run to the kiosk behind me which has food and drinks I grab a cup which is on one of the lights and fill it with water. The older korean lady working here yells at me that I can't do that but I disregard her and give the water to the guy who is coughing really quick. He takes it and drinks in several large gulps and is suddenly well. His eyes are filled with gratitude and he sees me. He tells me he is in my debt and he will repay me, this is how it begins. I am unsure what will happen now so I continue on with my routine. While working/moving around the warehouse and outside I notice a small number of people here and there who are standing at stations but don't have any work to do. I gather they have fallen through the cracks of the system and are still here but are not being told to do a job, they have been forgotten. It seems nice to have free time. Suddenly the man returns and informs me I no longer have to work. I have been cleared from the system. But It would be up to me to figure out how to escape. The first domino seems to have fallen. While walking around with free time now I befriend the other people who don't have to work. One of them is a larger black man who sometimes works the gate and one of them is Jack Black. He gets a letter from family and inside of it is a refund totalling several hundred dollars, he is beside himself, I sit beside him. I tell him 'thats south korea money' implying it's enough money to bribe our way out of here. There are several others, maybe the black guy has a girlfriend. I don't recall. We work together to devise a plan of escape. The day comes to execute the plan. I am on rollerblades and when the big daily white semi truck delivery comes I ride next to it opposite of the warehouse and guards. I am crouched and holding onto the wheel well on the front right wheel as it turns to leave the gate. I gather neither the semi nor the guards can see me riding along out the gate. After the semi is out of the gate and stopped my friends are in the back. The door opens and we overtake the semi driver, we control the vehicle now and all 6 of us are on the road to freedom. I gather we are still being pursued by the administration of the camp. But we drive on the highway and celebrate for a while anyway. The open road and wind feels nice we are all laughing. We stop at a gas station which also has a mattress factory attached to it. It is night time. Peter Capaldi is now in our group. He is concerned he might regenerate soon. The administration seems to have caught up to us while we were inside. They steal back the semi but seem unconcerned with us as prisoners(maybe we look different?) I take as many supplies from the trunk as possible while the truck is pulling away. We are still free but now stranded in the middle of nowhere in a mattress factory. It is quiet as we all stand in front of the station looking outwards into the darkness.
Updated 12-10-2020 at 03:25 AM by 51110
Did WBTB. Lied back in bed and just daydreamed for a bit to catch a bit of sleep before work. There was moment where I was daydreaming myself walking down my neighborhood. That daydream turned into a lucid dream. It was cloudy outside with what I would describe as stationary tornadoes all around. I do have a fear of them like most sane people so I did my best to make it back to my house. My dream tried to do this weird thing where my movement kind of "sticks" when I am trying get somewhere fast. I figured out that if I use my mind to move instead of my dream-muscles I can overcome that. After I found shelter, I tried to find my dream guide but for the life of me I can't ever summon them. Sadly, it is one of my most sought after goals. The most I've gotten was some glitching in the distance. I tried to "expect" them to be in the house behind me but the response I got was that the dream guide did not want to be bothered. I don't blame them, it was stormy outside. Hmm, I might want to play around with "awareness of time" as a WILD anchor. Perhaps it was never about the many techniques I formulated over the years but the conflicting goals of wanting as much restful sleep as I can get within 30 minutes vs not wanting to over sleep and be late for work. Can't wait to test.
Updated 12-09-2020 at 09:57 PM by 28341
(night of) 09-12-20 Presleep - chanting to find the dog and discover it's name, I get a name while chanting randomly come to my head - not sure if it is the correct one or not.... Searching for 'Dog' 1) I'm having a series of False awakenings, it's dark, I know I am asleep so ignore the false dream around me forming, I fall back asleep, now it's dark, and I try walking, I walk into my bed where I wake again, still lucid - I get out of bed, but it's really dark now, I have to feel my way around, it's not entirely solid either so I have to make sure I am focusing so it is there. I walk down the stairs and what I feel like is my front door - I open it and... Still darkness. Fuck. I go to what I know must be the front garden and take a handful of soil and shove it into my mouth. It's awful, but I feel I am being more solid in the dream now, the area is lighting up around me. I'm in a kind of open space. I hear people talking, from the waking world - an older couple. Then I realize it's just my dream playing tricks on me, I need to focus. I recall my dream goal with Becky - and call out for 'the dog' I here a small voice shout back to me - 'I'm over here - I'm trapped!' I run over to a pile of rubble and lift the largest piece (a broken piece of rock) off of the body. A small boy crawls out, he has round glasses and messy brown hair. 'Hmmm, you're not the dog' I tell him 'YES I am!' he answers back indignantly. I give him a kind of look that says 'you are not fooling anyone' 'OK... I'm not' I look around me and I call out for the dog again. Now I hear a deep bark from somewhere in the distance. I look where the bark is coming from and see a kind of building site and a dark - very large -silhouette. ' He must be HUGE' the boy looks into the distance. Maybe bigger than a person? I don't know - but I want to find out. But before I do I wake up. Past Times 2) In a small Cafe with a friend, I'm younger, hair is longer. We look how we did when we were going out, gothed up, dark make-up etc. One by one old friends come through the door, I get emotional again. I'm semi lucid. I left these friends too suddenly, I miss them terribly now, I wish I could go back but it's changed, I'm older, so are they. Anna comes through the door, I give her a big hug and start crying, telling her I don't understand why I am doing this - why I keep having this dream. When I wake up something dawns on me, back then I dressed and took my introversion and made me extroverted, I had much more confidence, and then I kind of shrunk back into the shadows as I got older, becoming more introverted. It's not just the friends I miss, but the confident younger version of me Training 3) Dream frag - of training someone, or getting trained by someone (influenced I think from the Queen's Gambit series) and seeing a mirror behind me and noticing I have a huge bald spot on the back of my head - I never saw that before. 'UG' 4) Something about wrestling, Andre the Giant is coming out of retirement and fighting again (he's not dead in this dream!) a poster of him shows he is huge, gigantic, and super super muscular like the Hulk. some older guy is takling about when he first found Andre in a small town, and it was like striking gold - getting a super sized wrestler for the same price as a regular one. Now Andre is doing a spot for TV, advertising his come back - he is dressed like a viking, and his female viking warrior princess (with long dark hair) is standing opposite from him. His name is 'UG' - he tells her that he loves her but surprises everyone by saying his lines in this old Nordic language, the viking lady is surprised at first but then answers something back in Nordic as well
12/8/20 Walking around outside a Walmart I think, I keep finding folded up money on the ground. Only ones and fives but they are all folded different ways. Some of them aren't even full bills Hanging out with Ninja and a couple of his friends in a room. They are being kind but one of them is still kind of shady so I keep an eye on him. At one point he comes back from upstairs and tells me my dad gave him this pen and hands it to me. I doubt him because the pen is important to me and there is no way my dad gave it to him. I call him out for it and ninja is embarrassed his friend is being shady. Ninjas brother now is being really nice and shows me a bunch of gifts he got for me and my family. They are like Valentine's gift baskets with chocolate and various things in them. It now becomes combined with minecraft somehow and he tells me when I activate a certain point it will build a house for me on top of where we are. I am flabbergasted and very grateful I gather this thing was very important and it's very kind of him to spend so much money on me and my family. Ninja is also surprised. The friend is gone and it's just him and his brother now they are both drinking and rather drunk. Ninja warns me we need to look out for his brother cause he is somewhat suicidal. We're upstairs and his brother is being sloppy drunk and they are goofing around each other. The brother wants to dive down the stairs cause he thinks it will be funny. We both say no and tell him not to cause it is dangerous and he could seriously hurt himself. We get him to stop but he's still being sloppy drunk. We are outside now and the brother is laying down next to ninja, they are laughing about something so we stop laying attention to him for just a minute. He picks up a small firecracker looking object and puts it on his forehead. He says goodbye to us and lights the fuse. It is a thermite flare and immediately burns bright and downward with great heat and turns his head to ash. We are both taken aback and cannot believe this just happened. Ninja is in disbelief and quite emotional. I try to comfort him but am still in shock about the occurrence. I use the little money I have left to buy a tracksuit. Like under armour tops and bottoms. It is cold out so I have a hat and a woven looking balaklava on. I am lining up with tons of other students for a track meet. I am still pretty upset about my friend but feel kind of numb about it, my parents keep trying to comfort me but I act apathetic. Mom tells me she is sorry I had to spend my money on a running outfit. I shrug. We are now lining up with other students who are stretching and getting ready for the meet. I feel like this is my first time running but still feel very capable to perform well. I acknowledge I'm not in the best shape and may not have the endurance but still feel like I may place. I see other people running and competing, I am unsure what event I will be in. I tell someone I've never been in track before (not true IWL) I see a couple kids practicing their baton pass. I decide there's no way I'm running more than 400m without dying. I wake up while talking to my dad who somehow jumped over a chair.
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