A semi-lucid I had the other night, I was on a street close to the clubhouse in my childhood neighborhood, there was a dialogue going on but I interjected and said "this is a dream" and then the dream exploded into vividness, I started to try to stabilize the dream, I rubbed my hands together, I said "three plus three is..." and there was a slight pause in the dream then I said "six", I looked forwards and feared that the dream was going to wobble and collapse but I did something I don't normally do and I spun around to stabilize the dream, I remember vividly trying to stay conscious to keep the lucid dream alive, earlier in the dream I had become vivid and feared I was going to become too excited to pop the dream but it didn't end at that point. I was outside with my mom, the dream scene was on a slope against a coast. My mom and I were picking in the grass, there had been some sort of item that had exposed a group of drugs and my mom was on the case, I was acting innocent like I'd never seen it, I threw the object onto the ground and my mom went on to the ground to see it, we were both now on the ground looking at what was originally a small object of drugs turned into a row of acid and molly, while I'm looking at this on the ground with my mom I see a girl from my high school Ol in a lawn chair against the house shuffling back and forth, she eventually gets up, she turns into my older sister, my view turns towards the ocean, I'm wearing a cape, the wind catches my cape and I'm flying down the slope towards the ocean, I think I may land hard but I fly upwards before landing harshly and I land in the ocean beyond the markers, and now I'm swimming towards the shore towards other people who are within the markers.
20 ОС. Полёт в воздухе. 20 ноября 2011 Высокое здание опять с арочными проходами, только маленьких размеров. Зашёл за один такой проход. Осознался. Наконец-то! Посмотрел на руки, потом на одежду: Зелёная футболка и чёрные шорты. Тут меня стало "Колбасить" - зрение ухудшилось раз, стало трудно ходить два, почувствовал тело очень лёгким три. Подумал, что это вибрации. Ни в какой астрал я выходить не хотел, поэтому схватился руками за кирпичную кладку. Стал усиленно тереть кирпич. Удалось закрепиться. Кирпич был красный, и на этот раз тактильные ощущения реальные. Пролез на четвереньках под маленькой аркой обратно. Возникла мысль, что в этой стороне лучше не оставаться иначе не проснусь (тут явные пересечения с предыдущим ОСом про "Ангела смерти"). Решил взлететь. Удалось поразительно быстро. Пришлось даже остановится в воздухе, казалось что могу вылететь за атмосферу Земли. Но при попытке полететь, куда глаза глядят, ничего не получилось. Пришлось использовать метод плавания. Сделал пару гребков и полетел. Сначала хотел в сторону дома, потом вспомнил про план найти маму и сказать, что это сон. Прилетел к месту возле рынка. Увидел маму. Опустился на какую-то крышу (уровень второго этажа). Она стала по этой крыше от меня убегать. Схватил её за ногу, и она исчезла. Стал смотреть вниз. Увидел её с рыжей большой собакой на поводке. И на глазах солнечные очки (у мамы, а не у собаки). В реале мама собак терпеть не может, да и я их тоже недолюбливаю. Стал медленно подлетать к ней, и в это же время стал просыпаться. Выводы: 1. Снова видел местность с арками и красным кирпичом. 2. Чуть не вылетел из сна. В совокупности проблемы со зрением, с ходьбой, с ощущением сновиденного тела. 3. Тактильные ощущения были, как в реале. 4. Летал во сне. Метод плавания все же лучший. 5. Персонаж исчез на моих глазах. 6. Другой персонаж принял облик исчезнувшего персонажа. 20 LD. Flying in the air. November 20, 2011 The tall building is again with arched walkways, only small in size. I went in for one such passage. Confessed. At last! I looked at my hands, then at the clothes: Green T-shirt and black shorts. Then “Sausage” began to me - my eyesight worsened once, it became difficult to walk two, I felt my body very light three. (Колбасить "Sausage" - This is Russian slang denoting the physiological reaction of the body. When you are shaking, you cannot control your movements. And here I do not know sausage) Thought it was vibration. I didn’t want to go to any astral plane, so I grabbed my hands on the brickwork. I began to rub the brick hard. I managed to gain a foothold. The brick was red, and this time the tactile sensations are real. I crawled on all fours under the small arch back. There was an idea that it’s better not to stay in this direction, otherwise I won’t wake up (here there are obvious intersections with the previous LD about the "Angel of Death"). I decided to take off. It was amazingly fast. I even had to stop in the air, it seemed that I could fly out of the Earth’s atmosphere. But when you try to fly where your eyes look, nothing happened. I had to use the swimming method. I made a couple of strokes and flew. First I wanted to go home, then I remembered the plan to find my mother and say that this is a dream. I flew to a place near the market. I saw mom. I went down to some roof (level of the second floor). She began to run away from me on this roof. I grabbed her leg and she disappeared. I began to look down. I saw her with a ginger big dog on a leash. And in front of our eyes are sunglasses (with mom, not with the dog). In real life, my mother hates dogs, and I also don't like them. I began to slowly fly up to her, and at the same time I began to wake up. Findings: 1. Again I saw a place with arches and red bricks. 2. I almost flew out of sleep. In total, problems with vision, with walking, with the sensation of a dreaming body. 3. Tactile sensations were, as in real life. 4. I flew in a dream. The swimming method is still the best. 5. The character disappeared before my eyes. 6. Another character took the form of a disappeared character.
Basic ii -sneak up on DCs - Succeded! In the dream, I'm at school, in a classroom that seems to be 3rd grade. but wait! I think to myself, I finished High School and College, why am I here..?? Then 3 girls come to my desk and I get distracted.. They started putting glue or more like slime on my desk, one of them mixes some brown and black paint on it, and tells me this is a cake for you..! As I intended to do an RC. splaaattt!! goes all over my face! I remained calm and think to myself, "This is just a dream", immediately I remembered the basic II task. I stand up, raising my both hands up, just like a lagune monster emerging from a swamp. Then I see a group of boys and I do a loud gggroooaarrr!!! they all start running away, knocking some desks down.. Then the teacher starts yelling, "What is this mess?!!" I started wiping my face off like if nothing has happened. co
Dream1: I was hanging out with Nelk and SteveWillDoIt. I was mostly taking to Steve. We were hanging out for a while and he seemed to like me so I asked him if we could do an interview and put it on youtube. He liked that idea. I asked if we could put 1 video on my channel and 1 on his. He said no he couldnt do that. Then I offered to just put it on his channel and he gives me a shoutout. He was donw for that. At one point I was chugging my water but it didnt really feel like I was drinking anything so I looked inside my bottle and there was a metal layer close to the cap. Thats why I couldnt drink, it was blocked. I then learned if I just tip it I can drink some water slowly.
Night of June 17, 2020. Wednesday. Dream #: 19,539-14. Reading time (optimized): 2 min 30 sec. Before deliberately letting go of my conscious awareness and recognition of being in the dream state (see note one below), I watch the typical rapid morphing of surreal imagery until it begins to slow into something with which I can integrate. I become aware of an audio snippet from “The Solid Tin Coyote” that accompanied the scene where it is striding. (It is a very familiar and nostalgic sound going back to age five when I first saw it in a drive-in theater with my sister Marilyn and her husband.) I focus on the imaginary sound, and this results in a vivid vestibular response of being the solid tin coyote. However, during my dream, my viewpoint changes. At times, I am the solid tin coyote, cheerfully striding through a field. At other times, I am inside its head at a panel reminiscent of an aircraft. Additionally, I am sometimes watching it from an incorporeal perspective. Soon, Imperial Walkers (AT-AT walkers) from the “Star Wars” franchise appear on each side. They are slightly shorter than the solid tin coyote. As the solid tin coyote, I happily push them over and avoid their attacks. Eventually, when cerebral cortex nuances rise above vestibular cortex nuances (that is, thought cohesiveness beginning to overtake the imaginary physicality of the dream state because of higher liminality and more predominant duality), a Boston Dynamics robot dog struts into the scene from the opposite direction. “Mind your social distancing,” it says in a strange synthetic voice, yet while walking even closer to my solid tin coyote form. “Here’s your social distancing,” I say, and kick the Boston Dynamics robot dog over a pole vault bar about a city block’s distance away. After this, vestibular dynamics rise above cerebral, resulting in seeing a herd of zebras running to the horizon. (See note two.) It is important to emphasize that this is my first liminal to instinctual dream where a pandemic term was perceived, though it still did not trigger any dream state recall of the pandemic itself. Note one: In contrast to “becoming lucid” while dreaming (though I have always been spontaneously lucid in the first half of a sleep cycle since I was a toddler, a fact that most people can neither seem to comprehend nor accept), I often utilize the opposite technique. After building a foundation of repeated specialized affirmations (though I never post more definitively scripted dreams online), I deliberately release my conscious presence, so my dream becomes instinctual (without conscious bias, allowing my dream’s narrative to render naturally), which is more intriguing and unique than by way of liminal modulation. (This term includes the sustaining of the duality and knowledge of causal factors between dream space and waking space.) It is overwhelmingly evident that most people lack any understanding of the dream state or its processes, but I try to write as clearly and as honestly as I can. I use specialized software to utilize as low a grade level (concerning readability) as possible for the content, making multiple passes. Despite my AI-reported performance, typically 100% (correctness, clarity, engagement, and delivery), that does not guarantee that my writing is entirely free of errors or ambiguity. Note two: Anything in my dream resulting from vestibular-cerebral handshakes and their instinctual, liminal, or lucid management, for example, a car, horse, robot, and so on, vary with which cortex is concurrently most active. Robots correlate more with cerebral cortex integration (and my liminal awareness that the physicality of the dream state is wholly imaginary). Physical forms such as animals (in this case, the zebras) correlate more with vestibular-cerebral passivity as I release my hold on liminality. I have experienced these results in thousands of my dreams since childhood, so there is no mystery as to their causal factors.
Haven't been having the best kind of dreams lately. Woke myself up from this one.
19 ОС. Город из красного кирпича. (18 ноября 2011) Часть первая - стеклянный дом друга. Осознался у себя дома. Решил найти друга. Попробовал метод двери - не сработал. Так же попробовал вытянуть друга из-за спины - тоже не получилось. Вышел из дома. Подъезд в памяти не зафиксировался, сразу оказался на улице. Пошёл в сторону дома друга. По идеи местность, по которой я шёл, должна была быть соседним двором, но было не так. Не хватало двух домов, да и сам двор выглядел по-другому. Я шёл по тропинке. На дворе играли дети. На тропинке подобрал веник и захотел кинуть им, но подумал, что эта мысль внушённая, и поставил его обратно на землю. Дойдя до конца тропинки, я не увидел ничего похожего из реальной местности. Прошёл чуть подальше, и увидел одноэтажный деревянный дом с крышей треугольной формы, наружные стены дома были стеклянными. Мысль: "Ну конечно он же на даче постоянно обитает, неудивительно, что ему такой дом снится". Я открыл дверь и вошёл внутрь этого дома. Планировка такая: Комната в ней две женщины, напротив дверь со стеклом в центральной части, сквозь стекло видно коридор, за коридором ещё одна такая же дверь, а уже за той дверью сидит друг за компом. Пошёл к двери, и ко мне тут же подбежала женщина. У нас произошёл короткий диалог - Ты куда? - К Другу. - К нему нельзя. - Мне надо. Решил пройти дальше, но она схватила меня за руки. Тогда решил спросить её имя. Тут же в голове ФИО того человека про которого я думал. Но так как спрайт этой женщины ни слова не произнёс, доверять этой мысли не стал. Решил спросить у другой женщины. - Тебя как зовут? - Рахматова Мария. Тут же пришло знание, что эта Мария как то связана с той женщиной, которая меня не пускает. И ещё вертелись мысли о поэтессах России. Только когда проснулся, понял если в фамилии Рахматова убрать букву Р, то получится Ахматова. Я сумел открыть дверь в коридор, но дальше пройти не удалось, женщина держала меня крепко. Тогда я стал звать друга, но он из-за двери не слышал. И тут я решил её обмануть: - Он нас увидел. Ты ведь не хочешь, чтобы он узнал, как ты меня не пускаешь?! Сработало! Она тут же отпустила меня, и я вошёл к другу. Поздоровавшись с другом, мы стали обсуждать одну ситуацию из реала. Я был более чем уверен, что это действительно мой друг. Я решил рассказать ему, что мы во сне. Он не поверил. "Сейчас я тебе это докажу", - говорю я. Подхожу к стене, делаю кончики пальцев нематериальными и проношу сквозь стену. На самой стене висел ковёр. Друг не увидел, как мои руки прошли сквозь стену, так как он в эту секунду отвернулся. Тогда я убираю руки и тут же задеваю какие-то предметы на потолке. Один из них падает на пол. Чувствую, что сейчас проснусь. И говорю ему: "Я сейчас исчезну, и ты поймёшь, что это сон. Просыпаюсь. Часть вторая - ангел смерти. Тут же засыпаю, вижу ЛП, как я хочу записать этот сон на комп, опять заставляю себя проснуться. Вспоминаю, что забыл у него имя спросить и засыпаю заново. Удалось вернуться в сон. Я опять нахожусь в той же комнате с другом. Говорю ему -Я вернулся, забыл у тебя имя спросить. Тот на меня смотрит, как на придурка. Мол, ты ведь и так знаешь, что это я. В этот момент в комнату заглядывает женщина, которая меня не пускала. - (Имя друга) к нам гости пришли. Я говорю другу: - Ладно, мне пора - Ну давай приходи ещё. Пока. Прохожу по тому же коридору. Вижу уже 3-х женщин, одна почему-то в красном нижнем белье стоит. Про себя думаю, "что на них внимание обращать спрайты обыкновенные ведь. А другу я так и не доказал, что это сон, как сюда пришел, так и вышел". Вышел из этого домика, и решил идти к себе домой. Не тут то было! Местность кардинально изменилась. Если когда я шёл вперёд, вокруг был пустырь и только этот домик. То сейчас вокруг были дороги, кирпичные многоэтажные дома. В той стороне, куда я направлялся, был кирпичный дом в виде 3-х этажной башни, и арка для дороги. Повыше этой дороги виднелась автострада. Я попытался взлететь на эту автостраду, не вышло. Подпрыгнул - то же самое. Ещё несколько раз попрыгал - бесполезно даже прыжки, как обычные. Тут вспомнил про метод дистанционного управления сна руками. Пытаюсь что-нибудь схватить руками. Но не теми, которые у сновиденного тела, а вообще представляю свои реальные руки и пробую что-нибудь сделать. Попробовал раздвинуть этот башенный дом, не удалось, но почувствовал какую то энергию. Стал со всех сторон хватать эту энергию и заталкивать в себя. Во сне я думал, что это "энергия тяготения" и с помощью неё я смогу взлететь. Подпрыгнул, взлететь не вышло, но я схватил во время прыжка ноги и стал левитировать невысоко над землёй. Тут я увидел над автострадой аттракцион – что-то наподобие американских горок, и тут же притянулся к нему. С этого аттракциона я сумел рассмотреть город. Город был большой, много дорог, многоэтажные дома, но не панельные, а из красного кирпича. В небе летают два белых воздушных шара (не маленьких шариков, а большие воздушные шары, в которых люди летают). Посмотрев вниз, увидел на автостраде малюсенькие машины. Испугался высоты. "Да, думаю, летать собрался, а сам высоты боюсь, надо перебороть этот страх" и спрыгнул с аттракциона вниз. Сам прыжок я наблюдал со стороны. Падал я медленно. Попытки взлететь во время падения, не увенчались успехом. Опустился на какую-то металлическую ребристую крышу, на вид из алюминия. Под этой крышей была автострада. Я пошёл по ней, как думал в сторону дома, хотя и не было ни одного ориентира в какой стороне может находиться мой дом. Тут ко мне подходят три, или даже четыре девушки. Одна из них спрашивает. - Ты что тут делаешь? - Иду. Если я посмотрю вниз, то свалюсь на автостраду. Таким образом, я вместе с ними прошёл по крыше всю дорогу. Девушки тем временем между собой разговаривали. Одна что-то говорила про цирк, который находится на этой дороге. Типо теперь в него люди будут на представления ходить. Другие говорили, как я понял про меня: «Какой молодой». Я ещё подумал интересно, что они имеют в виду. Тут я взглянул на девушку, которая со мной заговорила, и решил спросить у неё имя. - Моя мама называла меня Никола-крошка, но мой отец сказал, что Ангел смерти не смотрел. - Так ты Ангел смерти?! - Да. Тут же стало понятно, что имели в виду две другие девушки, когда говорили какой молодой: «молодой ещё для того чтобы умереть». В это время мы уже шли по асфальтированной дорожке. Впереди стоял кирпичный дом, опять с проходом-аркой. Я снял с левой руки маленькие электронные часы. И они улетели в этот проход. "Стоп", - говорю я: "Я не хочу туда идти. Мне надо домой." - Так (или здесь) ты домой не попадёшь. Тебе надо проснуться. Она продолжала говорить что-то ещё, но я решил воспользоваться её советом и проснулся. Была уверенность, что если я бы зашёл в ту арку, то никогда бы больше не проснулся. Бред конечно, хотя пробовать проверять я бы не стал. Выводы: 1. Друг встречу не подтвердил. Он не помнил, что ему снилось. 2. Вообще в соседнем дворе у меня частенько искривляется местность. 3. Интересен дом со стеклянными стенами. 4. Сумел вернуться в сон. 5. Интересна местность кирпичного города с арками. 6. Метод дистанционного управления руками все же сработал. 7. Чувствовал некую энергию, которую я впитывал в себя. 8. Удалось взлететь. 9. Когда прыгал с аттракциона, попал в позицию наблюдателя. 10. Интересен персонаж ангел смерти Никола крошка. 11. Реально было страшно зайти за арку, куда улетели часы. 12. Примерное время нахождения в ОСе - 18 минут 19 LD. The city of red brick. (November 18, 2011) Part one - the glass house of a friend. Confessed at home. I decided to find a friend. I tried the door method - it did not work. I also tried to pull my friend from behind - it also did not work. I've left home. The entrance to the memory was not fixed, it immediately appeared on the street. I went to the side of my friend’s house. According to the idea, the area I was walking along was supposed to be a neighboring courtyard, but it was not so. Two houses were missing, and the courtyard itself looked different. I walked along the path. Children were playing in the yard. On the path, I picked up a broom and wanted to throw them, but I thought that this thought had been suggested, and put it back on the ground. When I reached the end of the path, I did not see anything similar from the real area. I went a little further and saw a one-story wooden house with a triangular-shaped roof, the exterior walls of the house were glass. Thought: "Well, of course, he always lives in the country, it is not surprising that he dreams of such a house." I opened the door and went inside this house. The layout is as follows: The room in it is two women, opposite the door with glass in the central part, through the glass you can see the corridor, behind the corridor there is another same door, and already behind that door sits at the computer. I went to the door, and a woman immediately ran up to me. We had a short dialogue - Where are you going? - To friend. - You can’t go to him. - I need. I decided to go further, but she grabbed my hands. Then I decided to ask her name. Immediately in the head the name of the person about whom I was thinking. But since the sprite of this woman did not say a word, he did not trust this thought. I decided to ask another woman. - What is your name? - Rahmatova Maria. Immediately, knowledge came that this Mary was somehow connected with that woman who would not let me in. And thoughts about the poetess of Russia revolved. Only when I woke up did I understand that if the letter R was removed in the surname of Rahmatov, would Ahmatova be obtained. I managed to open the door to the corridor, but I couldn’t go further, the woman held me tight. Then I began to call a friend, but he did not hear from the door. And then I decided to deceive her: “He saw us.” You don’t want him to know how you’re not letting me in ?! It worked! She immediately let me go, and I went in to a friend. Having greeted a friend, we began to discuss one situation from real life. I was more than sure that it was really my friend. I decided to tell him that we were in a dream. He did not believe. “Now I will prove it to you,” I say. I go to the wall, make the fingertips intangible and carry through the wall. A carpet hung on the wall itself. A friend did not see how my hands went through the wall, because at that moment he turned away. Then I remove my hands and immediately hurt some objects on the ceiling. One of them falls to the floor. I feel like I'm waking up now. And I told him: "I will disappear now, and you will understand that this is a dream. I wake up. Part Two - The Angel of Death. I immediately fall asleep, I see FW, how I want to record this dream on a computer, again I force myself to wake up. I remember that I forgot to ask his name and fall asleep again. I managed to get back to sleep. I am again in the same room with a friend. I tell him -I'm back, I forgot to ask your name. He looks at me like a moron. Like, you already know that it's me. At that moment, a woman who did not let me in peeps into the room. - (Friend's name) the guests came to us. I tell a friend: - OK, it's time for me to go - Well, come again. Till. I walk along the same corridor. I already see 3 women, one for some reason is standing in red underwear. I think to myself, "that ordinary sprites should pay attention to them. After all, I have not proved to my friend that this is a dream, as I came here, I left." Came out of this house, and decided to go to his home. There it was! The terrain has changed dramatically. If when I went forward, there was a wasteland around and only this house. Now there were roads, brick high-rise buildings around. On the side where I was heading there was a brick house in the form of a 3-story tower, and an arch for the road. Above this road was visible highway. I tried to fly onto this freeway, it didn’t work out. Jumped - the same thing. Jumped a few more times - even jumping is useless, as usual. Then I remembered the method of remote control of sleep with hands. I'm trying to grab something with my hands. But not those who have a dreaming body, but in general I imagine my real hands and try to do something. I tried to push this tower house, failed, but felt some kind of energy. I began to grab this energy from all sides and push it into myself. In a dream, I thought it was "gravitational energy" and with it I could fly up. I jumped, it didn’t work out, but I grabbed my legs during the jump and began to levitate not high above the ground. Then I saw an attraction above the freeway - something like a roller coaster, and immediately attracted to it. From this attraction I managed to see the city. The city was large, many roads, high-rise buildings, but not panel ones, but made of red brick. Two white balloons fly in the sky (not small balloons, but large balloons in which people fly). Looking down, I saw tiny cars on the freeway. Frightened of heights. “Yes, I think I’m going to fly, but I'm afraid of heights, I need to overcome this fear” and jumped down from the attraction. I watched the jump from the side. I fell slowly. Attempts to take off during the fall were unsuccessful. I sat down on some kind of metal ribbed roof, looking aluminum. There was a freeway under that roof. I walked along it, as I thought towards the house, although there was not a single guideline in which direction my house could be. Here three or even four girls come up to me. One of them asks. “What are you doing here?” - I'm coming. If I look down, I will fall on the freeway. So I walked along the roof with them all the way. The girls, meanwhile, were talking to each other. One said something about the circus that is on this road. Like now people will go to performances in it. Others said, as I understood about me: "How young." I also thought wondering what they mean. Then I looked at the girl who spoke to me, and decided to ask her for a name. - My mother called me Nicola baby, but my father said that the angel of death did not look. “So you're an angel of death ?!” - Yes. It immediately became clear what the other two girls had in mind when they said how young: "young in order to die." At this time, we were already walking along the asphalt path. A brick house stood in front, again with an archway. I removed a small electronic watch from my left hand. And they flew into this passage. “Stop,” I say: “I don’t want to go there. I need to go home.” “So (or here) you won’t get home.” You need to wake up. She continued to say something else, but I decided to take her advice and woke up. I was sure that if I went into that arch, I would never wake up again. Brad of course, although I would not try to check. Findings: 1. A friend did not confirm the meeting. He did not remember what he dreamed. 2. In general, in the neighboring yard, the terrain is often curved. 3. An interesting house with glass walls. 4. Managed to return to dream. 5. The terrain of the brick city with arches is interesting. 6. The remote control method of the hands still worked. 7. Felt a certain energy that I absorbed in myself. 8. Managed to take off. 9. When I jumped from the attraction, I got into the position of an observer. 10. An interesting character is the angel of death Nicola baby. 11. It was really scary to go behind the arch where the clock flew. 12. The approximate time spent in the OS - 18 minutes
It all begins outdoors, on the top of a mountain, semicovered with ice.. I'm observing a veteran is getting ready to go down a steep hill, a couple of hundred feet down. He's not even well covered, just wearing a t-shirt and black shorts, he's also barefoot!. He sits on the floor, starts scooting with hands and feet, and takes off!, he gains speed quickly, then he hits a bumpy curve and bounces up and down, and I think to myself "that must hurt". He's laughing and going all the way down. Another DC appears and wants to do it as well...He is about 20 years old, he's well protected with gloves, jacket and padded pants, and has one of those go PRO cameras. He is going down the hill on his stomach?!... I only see when he takes off quickly. Now I'm at the bottom of that steep big hill. There is a rectangular wooden box enclosed, where the two DCs ended up! I could see, and feel what is like inside the box. DC 1 and 2 are facing down, one after the other, and can't move much inside. Then I get that claustrophobic feeling! terrifying...! the young DC is calling someone's name, but there isn't any answer. I glance outside the box and there seems to be a building... I go back inside the box, and I can't take that feeling anymore... I decide to tear the box apart so they could get out.!
Dream1: This dream was around my house. At one point I remember having rolled a ton of small and skinny joints that I wanted to give to someone. At one point I remember seeing a new minecraft modpack that made me really want to do a LP youtube series. At one point I remember Carlo being there and I was tagging him as a vulnerable player or something in this game menu. Dream 2: I was setting up a date with this girl I havent met before and was also thinking about what Kim would think Dream 3: I wanted to play baseball with some friends and then some young kids showed up. I asked if they wanted to play against us and they said after their game. Dream 4: I was on a cruise ship and saw connor murphy fooling the staff and getting away with shenanigans. He stole a uniform. Then he was preaching the good word to some kids from a catwalk and it was getting a little weird with the way he was asking kids to raise their hands and stuff but it was wholesome in the end. I became him during that. Then I remember 2 enemies on the ship fighting either to get me or against eachother. I remember one died then I tried to kill the other. My gun ran out of bullets and I ran all pver the ship looking for more but just found empty mags. Dream 5: I was at a social gathering in an alleyway looking place. I found these mechanical pencils which shot spraypaint so I started spraypainting "THC" on the walls as best I could. I remember there was often lines on the wall showing where the spraypaint would go as if I was in VR.
18 ОС (17 ноября 2011) Посмотреть вокруг себя. Солнечный день. Я нахожусь на балконе дома, в котором живёт мой друг. Балкон находится на 4-м этаже, со стороны подъезда. Синего цвета, под ногами решётка, так же покрашенная в синий цвет. Внизу на дворе гуляют девушки. Как только я осознался возникла мысль, что надо углубиться, дотрагиваясь до предмета. Тактильные ощущения подвели, балкон на ощупь был просто плотной структурой, никакого металла. Захотелось спрыгнуть с балкона к девушкам, но подумал, что если спрыгну, то вылечу из сна. Тогда вспомнил план посмотреть вокруг себя. Сделал так два раза. Поворачивался медленно. После первого же поворота небо потемнело, возникло облако на горизонте. С левой стороны (запад) светило солнце. С правой за домом (восток) наступала ночь. При втором повороте в комнате за спиной увидел окно. За тем окном было раннее утро. Проснулся. Какой-то маленький мир получается, если сразу может быть и день и ночью и рассвет. Выводы: 1. Тактильные ощущения не соответствовали реальным. Была просто плотная структура. 2. После того, как я обернулся вокруг себя, изменилось освещение. 3. В разных окнах разное время суток. 18 LD (November 17, 2011) View around you. Sunny day. I am on the balcony of the house in which my friend lives. The balcony is on the 4th floor, from the entrance. Blue, a grid under the feet, also painted blue. Downstairs in the yard are girls. As soon as I became aware, the thought arose that I had to go deeper, touching the subject. Tactile sensations failed, the balcony to the touch was just a dense structure, no metal. I wanted to jump from the balcony to the girls, but I thought that if I jump, I will cure myself from sleep. Then I remembered the plan to look around me. I did it twice. Turned slowly. After the first turn, the sky darkened, a cloud appeared on the horizon. On the left side (west) the sun was shining. On the right behind the house (east) night fell. At the second turn in the room behind my back I saw a window. Behind that window was an early morning. Awoke. Some kind of small world turns out, if at once there can be day and night and dawn. Findings: 1. Tactile sensations did not correspond to the real ones. It was just a dense structure. 2. After I turned around, the lighting changed. 3. In different windows, different times of the day.
Awake|Dreaming|Lucid I'm at an airport with my sister. There is a really long queue and my sister tells me to take up my passport. I go to the dining area and there is Noah S. He is talking with the man by the pay desk and is complaining about how his cake has a bad taste. I go to the line-up behind him and start to eat the cake Noah is complaining about. I think the cake is pretty good. It looks and tastes like a cardamon cake with crust on the top. The cashier is very troubled with Noah and tells Noah that he is sorry about the cake. After a while I have eaten up the caka and Noah leaves. I help the cashier with the dishes. He looks like an Italian and is about 50 years old. I tell him about my summer place and he wonders about how we keep the beach clean. I tell him we have to spend a day's work each year cleaning up all the algae that washes up during the other seasons of the year. He is very thankful when I have helped him with the the dishwasher. As I look in the cutlery drawer there is a worm by the knives. The cashier says in a jocosely voice that the worm doesn't belong there and removes it with a knife. There is a car chase and I'm with the police that is chasing a child. The child takes a sharp turn and we hear a metal sound. As we follow his turn he is gone. There is a detective trying to deduce where the child went. He says that the child probably went inside the big building right in front of us. As he says so we see the child's car driving in the building. We follow him but he is gone. We lost him. I'm alone with my family and a man about 40 years old. The man says that it's always good to have an old mother that has a cool car. We see his mother and she drives away with the cool car. We see the car and it's painted orange on one side and dark blue on the other side. We understand that this car was used when the child escaped. Me and my family is driving a car and my mother says a joke about the old woman being 64 years old but someone else says that she was actually 67 years old. There is laughter in the car. Possible recurring elements: Cakes, my summer place, worms, car chases, family. Notes: I dreamt about my passport because I need it when I am to go to the bank today. I dreamt about Noah because I heard him sing two days ago. I played a game with Super Mario yesterday and the cashier had a mustache like Mario and looked Italian. Yesterday I got irritated because the kitchen was looking bad and someone had made food without cleaning after them. That's why I dreamt about helping the cashier with the dishes. I dream about worms sometimes, I think it's one of my dream signs. I thought about going to my summer place yesterday, that's why I dreamt about talking about my summer place. Car/vehicle chases is one of my dream signs. Sometimes I'm the one being hunted and sometimes it's the other way around. This detective theme was something new. It was just like a detective movie where the detective makes a good deduction and he was just right afterwards. The mother with the car seems kind of random. I don't remember the joke about the old mother but I don't think it made any sense.
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I am at work when I notice a man walk in without a mask. Though I don’t really want to, I walk over to tell him he needs one. He seems focused and on his way to something specific or is avoiding me. His expression is vacant and unchanging, his skin a mix between tan and dirty. I nicely tell him about the mask requirement, which he does not register or simply ignores. He simply looks past me, unhearing, with the resignation of someone with nothing to lose. It is fairly busy in here, and there’s at least one other without a mask. I have a small sense of helplessness. I am outside somewhere with Lauren from work. It looks like a field/pasture - we’re by a chain-link? fence. Lauren is hunched over, deftly decapitating a human body with a small saw. I observe and then become repulsed.
Melissa and I are going to a Tool concert. I think we’ve done some acid, and when we approach the stadium (or it may be the giant stage) I get a strong visual. What looks like a wall of psychedelic flames spreads to each side from a geometrical center of different blues. It is impressive and awe inspiring. We are now finding our seats. They are both on an upper level, but they are not together. I say it shouldn’t be hard finding someone willing to switch. We are sitting together now. I think her mom or Sage’s mom is here. My seat is a corner where the row turns and is more like half of a seat. The first set is over now, and I haven’t felt any further effects from the LSD. Melissa apparently hasn’t either, so we both take more. The ‘acid’ seems to be a small tray of some baked food. We eat the grease at the bottom, and it proves more powerful. Shortly thereafter I am hit with a sudden change in my perception. We look at each other at the same time, eyes wide. After the show, we’re in a convenience store. Melissa shows me three lighters she’s buying. I guess the lighter fluid is the acid or is a component. She seems excited, but I can’t believe she’s getting three, thinking about how much that will make.
I am outside with some people from work. From where we are, we can see downtown. It is fairly far away, but close enough to make out one building from another. There is a sense of something happening or about to happen. I say ‘I want some action’ and then start to regret my words as what looks and sounds like fireworks starts going off among all the buildings. I realize they are not fireworks, but explosions, their thick grey clouds lingering. I think we’ll be safe out here, until I hear and see mini explosions approaching rapidly in a straight line. I see they are actually shots fired from a helicopter. They pass close enough that were the line of them a few feet closer they easily would’ve taken us out. Kyle from work casually says not to go downtown for a while. She says that the people there have guns and will be fighting back. I think Mom is downtown and I am flooded with worry, imagining all the carnage. I am at what I think is Disneyland with Melissa and her mom. There is a tiny parking lot, an ‘L’ shape with maybe 12 spaces, where at least one person has parked between two spaces. I think I comment on this. Now I am parking a small motorized something that I stand upon. I reverse and nose back in a few times, trying to get it perfectly straight. Her mom tells me ‘that’s probably good.’ There is some dense green foliage around the lot and I think around a small body of water.
I’m going with Makayla to get her hair cut. We are at what looks like an apartment complex’s outdoor pool. There may be some others here. Makayla sits in a chair near the water, and it is Tess what shows up to cut her hair. I’m aware that my hair’s getting a little long, and I wonder if she'll trim it really quick. It doesn’t seem like she’s going to. I think my hair is quite longer than I ever keep it, maybe a few inches all around. It feels coarse.
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