I'm playing a shooter game, Valorant, and as usual with my video game dreams it's in first-person perspective but I am the character. I was using a pump shotgun, and crouching down and using my alternate fire mode made the shotgun fire a slug instead of its usual spread of pellets. I was waiting around the corner and I head the enemies walking by, so I waited until I saw them then fired. They were far enough away from me that I could use the slug effectively. I ended up getting 3 kills on them.
Awake|Dreaming|Lucid I'm in the mountains. I'm a white rabbit in the snow. I'm looking at the amazing view out over the mountains. The tops of the mountains have snow on them. There are some humans walking the mountains. There is a fox I think. I'm in a hut with a woman that is approximately 45 years old. She is sad because her children are about to die in the blizzard outside. I tell her that I can go out and help them. She says that I shouldn't because then I maybe will get caught in the blizzard. I tell her that if I only can save one child it will be worth it (This moment was very emotional). I walk out of the house but it's not a blizzard. I'm in my home town. I am affected that I couldn't save the children and I'm sad when I think about the woman that will cry a lot if her children die. Instead I walk by the waters and I see my friend's dad walking. I greet him. Possible recurring elements: Mountains, snow, children. Notes: I don't remember any dream where I have been an animal and that was a pleasant experience. The mountains were breathtaking. I have dreams about dying children that I am supposed to save sometimes. In my last dream when I saved children I was about to save a wolf's dying children. I talked with my mom about how many children I will have yesterday. That's why I dreamt about children. I played badminton three days ago and that's when I thought about my friend's dad because he often works there. That's why I dreamt about him in my dream.
17 ОС (13 ноября 2011) Полёт Я находился на дворе своего друга, где уже несколько раз до этого осознавался. Понял что сплю. Про план не вспомнил, а решил полетать. Взлетел методом плавания. На протяжении полёта ощупывал руки, смотрел периодически на ладони и тёр затылок. Ощущения были похожи на реальные, но послабее. Моя рука была плотная, но более лёгкая на ощупь. Очень быстро я долетел до другой стороны посёлка. Выглядел он не так как наяву. Вокруг стояли деревянные дома, построенные наяву лет 5 назад, которых в реале только несколько. Здесь их было намного больше, но я знал, что это то самое место. Приземлился, прошёл пару шагов и проснулся. Выводы: 1. Взлетел методом плавания. Пожалуй, самый лучший метод для полета. 2. Сновиденное тело более легкое 3. Интересно, что узнаешь местность, хотя она отличается от реальной. 17LD (November 13, 2011) Flight I was in the yard of my friend, where I had been conscious several times before. I realized that I was sleeping. I didn’t remember about the plan, but decided to fly. I took off by swimming. During the flight I felt my hands, periodically looked in the palm of my hand and rubbed the back of my head. The sensations were similar to real ones, but weaker. My hand was tight, but lighter to the touch. Very quickly I flew to the other side of the village. It did not look as if in reality. Around were wooden houses built in reality 5 years ago, of which there are only a few in real life. There were many more here, but I knew that this was the same place. I landed, walked a couple of steps and woke up. Findings: 1. Take off by swimming. Perhaps the best method for flying. 2. The dreaming body is lighter 3. It is interesting that you recognize the area, although it differs from the real one.
Jamie Dreams I had two dreams where I was in an office or something and jamie was coming to see me... another dream where she had lived with me for a week and then took off like she was missing. Me and some friends would run into her randomly around town. Skyrim A dream about being in skyrim with Captain Picard. He drank something which made copies of himself. There were like 30 of him and he said, "There's too many of me." I hope for better Jamie dreams next week. Also had a brief lucid somewhere but i totally forget it....
Dream 1(Climbing w/ Matt, hot dogs, carlo sick, climbing home):Started out by going to the climbing gym with MAtthieu, Carlo, Adrian and Ebony. It was the reopening of climbing gyms. We got in and all got ready in the locker room. We put our stuff in 1 locker. At one point I was alone with 2 other random people in a small locker room and I was hungry before climbing so I was eating 2 hot dogs that I picked up out of a toilet. I expected the 2 people to judge me but they didn't seem to outwardly. Just before going in Carlo said he wasn't feeling well and Adrian and Ebony brought him to the hospital. Me and Matt went inside and it was a beginner class without the climbing, kind of like a theory class. This worried me a bit and then found out the climbing wall was in another room. Matt and I went there and started climbing. He was decent right away even though it was his first time. I tried a v0-v1 and it was super hard, I had to toe hook and grab the top of the ledge. Then there was another V1 that I had to get beta from another climber for. He helped the first few moves and I got on. I realize halfway I didnt even know where the rest of the route was so I got down to fully analyze before trying again. Later I was coming home and was able to climb the lip on the ledge of the house in the front. I shimmied over to the door and surprisingly mama wasn't too mad about that. I vaguely remember hanging in the backyard after and maybe climbing the back of the house too.
Awake|Dreaming|Lucid I'm outside and realize it's a dream. I decide to fly and instead of having my arms pointing foreward like superman does I have my hands following along my sides. There is a girl flying in front of me. I try to catch up to her. Every time I try to fly faster it's like I accelerate for three seconds then stop accelerating. I have to accelerate three times before I'm faster than her and catch up. My flying has become really good I think to myself. I fly for the rest of the dream I am walking by the streets. Suddenly a car pulls up by me and a girl in my age calls me in. She has orange hair and some freckles. I think she is cute. She asks me if I recognize her and I say I don't. She tells me about a time when I saw her and now I did remember. I had seen her once before in my dreams. We decide to marry and we drive to a beach. As she drives I think to myself that I finally have a permanent DC. I was half lucid because apparently I knew she was a DC but I didn't acknowledge that I could fly or do anything else.I'm by a beach with some strangers. The sand is wet and I have trouble walking in it. I'm walking inside an Asian big house. There are many doors and I have a companion with me. I walk into one door and there are some Asian girls a little bit younger than me sleeping there in different beds. Some beds were bunk beds. I kiss the girl in front of me on the forehead and she wakes up and says she doesn't want a relationship with me. I know she has an evil dad that doesn't let her have relationships with other people. I say that to her but she doesn't listen. She calls the guards so I try to open the window to fly out. As I fly outside I find myself outside the chapel. Possible recurring elements: Girls with dads that are bad guys, cars, marriage, beaches, china, the chapel. Notes: I dreamt about a girl with an evil dad yesterday. Maybe it's because my aunt talked about small girls that are married away when they are twelve years old yesterday. My aunt and my mom talked about marriages yesterday and how their marriages was. That's why I dreamt about marrying a girl. I am about to train for a driving license and that's why she drove a car to me. My friend made a parody about japanese anime and that's maybe why I dreamt about Asia.
Awake|Dreaming|Lucid I go to bed 03.20 and I'm really tired. I fall asleep really fast and my vision is black. I know I'm walking out to my bathroom but it's all black. I try to do my RC but I think my body is still in my bed. Suddenly I'm in the TV-room and I'm about to walk out. I look at my fingers and they are a little bit too small. I try to pinch my finger through my other hand but it doesn't work. I think about what I want to do in my dream. I decide to improve my flying since it didn't work that well in my last lucid dream. I fly pretty good but as I increase my speed I just fly up in the sky and fall backwards when I'm flying right upwards. I walk to the boats and I see a girl and I greet her. She is sad and I'm asking her if I can assist her. She tells me her dad is being bad against her. I decide to make her happier so I go to her dad's home. As I walk to her dad's home I see some kids. I remember my goal about summoning a fire in my hand. I show the kids my hands and close them together. I expect there to be a fire in my hands and I feel a nice warmth in my hands and I see some glow from them. As I open up my hands there are small blue and purple flames over my fingers. They extinguish after some seconds. The children are amazed. I finally reaches her dad's house and he sends his bodyguards against me and I fly out as he does. I fly over the water but can't control the flying so I fall into the water. I breathe and the air in the water is fresh. I try to swim as fast as I can but the bodyguards are catching up to me under the water.
Dream 1: Driving I was supposed to get to Rosamond, I think to meet Dad for something. I pulled up the map, and accidentally tapped the wrong town, whose name started with a “B,” that was right next to my destination. The map was completely fictional – The land mass I was on was a large island, and the surrounding towns were all in their own little sections of the map. Rosamond was to the southeast of me, and the GPS had me taking a highway that went south and then out east to the town. I set my destination and started driving. The freeways were crazy – they all had ridiculous hills and steep, sharp drops. I felt myself going too fast at times, but when I went to slow down the freeway would smooth out and I’d be back to going 70-75 mph as I usually do. At one point I took the wrong exit; instead of the one that was labelled for my path to the left, I took the exit to the right labelled “Superman,” and took an almost 90-degree drop. My car started to flip over, but the scene switched into a third-person perspective, and I was able to right my angle to land all four wheels before the road started to flatten. The dream scene changed as I made it to my destination. It was a big city, reminiscent of Chicago, but it was supposed to be San Diego. The freeway had one more giant hill and drop, but there was too much traffic to get up to it. It was easier just to take the elevator up to the top of the building the freeway connected to, then drive one of the rental cars off the top. So, I got out, met a friend of mine, then we waited in line. The scene changed and ended before I got up to the top. Dream 2: Dinner Before this begins, I am now not too sure of myself – is this a separate dream, or just a change of scenery? I met my family at an Italian restaurant called Rigatony’s, in San Diego. It was rather small and busy inside. This was the kind of place that the locals would eat at. The walls were decorated with these façades of Italian buildings, so it was supposed to feel like we were eating in an alleyway, or in the middle of the street. There was a family a few tables across from us, who had a baby that wouldn’t stop crying. My Dad said this was a pretty popular place, and I asked him how that could be if it was so small. He pointed to one of the doors of the façade, a screen door with frosted glass, and I noticed there were some lights behind it. He told me that door opened up to a whole ‘nother section of the restaurant just like the one we were in. the dream faded out as R2-D2 from star wars was trying to scoot past our table. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Here I would like to describe the feeling of the decoration in this restaurant. I would describe it as an indoor space trying to seem like an outdoor one. It gives me a strange, otherworldly feeling – like it is completely fake, and I can see that I’m inside if I look closely enough. But if I decide to ignore the details, then I can be immersed and feel like I am outside. Once place in waking life that gives me this feeling is the Venetian in Las Vegas. Look up some pictures of the inside and you’ll see what I mean. The ceiling is painted and lighted to look like the sky, with clouds and sunlight, and if you don’t look closely enough you may be fooled.
It was late at night and my aunt left. That is unfortunately when I realized my mom was also gone and I had no one to take me to school. I then complained about this in a way that caused me to gain lucidity. I saw my aunt's van (very consistent, I know) and saw my rottweiler in there. I asked her to say something a few times and she made deep, guttural vocalizations that vaguely sounded like "Bree". I got in the car with her to watch videos when I heard a knocking at the door next to mine. It was my sister and she was getting my attention about a book, which appeared to be from the goosebumps series. I interpreted this as a threat and got out of the car with a lighter and backed away into the front yard where I attempted to set her on fire, although all it did was momentarily cause her pain with no visible signs of damage. The way I was doing this led us into the street where she managed to grab me by the neck and slowly morphed into a poorly passing trans woman with a sinister smile on her face, which is when I woke up
I am in a bookstore (that looks pretty similar to Grassroots). I notice Susan Tedeschi in an area by a large window. She has a small group of people around her and is singing to them. Everyone is moving along to the music and having a good time, but I notice that a lot of the, Susan included, are frequently yawning (I also notice Seth from work). I know this isn’t because they’re bored, but because it’s late. Now, I think I am looking around and notice about six DVDs on an end cap. I grab one of the bottom ones; it is a House of Leaves movie that I’m not sure I knew existed. I think the front has a picture of a house, small and simple. The back has a picture of the house, I think from the other side, further away. In the foreground is a ‘woman’., I think back against a fence. Her head is definitely that of a human, but her body looks to be the body of a spider. It is proportionate, which is unsettling, I guess because it is something that should not be that exists so doubtlessly. I get the sense that the one half of her body is mirrored from the other. She is blond and though her face currently seems to be screaming or twisted in anguish, it is attractive. The whole image is tinted red and is subtly but acutely disturbing. There is a small group around me and one asks me to describe the plot of House of Leaves. I hesitate, not really wanting to, then give in. I say it is about a family that moves into a house, where everything goes fine until one day they discover a door that didn’t exist before. I seem to not remember much of the plot and leave it at this. My speech is slow and descriptive and more confident than I thought it’d be. I’m outside somewhere (a beach?) with some people from work. Someone has asked me and Seth?to move some TV screens off of a table. This plastic folding table is very close to the water. We procrastinate until I see Rosy walking some people over here. I think they’re why they needed to be moved, so we do it really quick. I’m now sitting across from Lauren at a picnic style table. I’m cognizant of how we’re not ‘6 feet’ away. The background is of tall pine trees and a twilight? sky. An owl flies around; I lay down, extend my leg straight up, and try to get it to land on the bottom of my foot.
Morning of June 13, 2020. Saturday. Dream #: 19,535-03. Reading time: 2 min 56 sec. Although parts of this dream have influences from coronavirus associations as read in the media in waking life, there is, as usual, no dream self recall or concern about the pandemic, only three compartmentalized threads unlinked in my dreaming experience. The first is a reference to someone having a sore throat, the second relating to the claim I read in an article that bugs in a dream are “symbolic” of COVID-19 (and yet people have always dreamt of bugs long before this), and the third relating to stores being abandoned and boarded up (associated with media reports about rioting and looting as well as COVID-19). My dream self is a sorcerer in this imaginary scenario. My waking-life identity is absent even though I am in what is possibly a variation of the Hinkler Centre shopping mall though it also has the vague, ambiguous essence of my middle school and a shopping mall in La Crosse. An unfamiliar man and woman approach me. The man claims he got a sore throat from me. I tell him, “I never had a sore throat in my life.” (My dream self has no recall of ever having one, anyway.) I had supposedly been in service to them as a sorcerer, though I am unsure as to what he had wanted from me. He reminds me by giving me a card (about one and a half times bigger than a business card) that supposedly has their requests on it, though I do not read it. Even so, I am annoyed. I do not want to deal with these people, so I summon scarab beetles in their direction, though only a few crawl towards them. (This event is similar to one in a dream from April 14, 2020, though that was with comedic, sarcastic intent with ants.) I decide to leave the scene, now recalling I should be wearing different clothes (instinctual awareness of being undressed as I sleep). I walk out to the parking lot (liminality management) and notice most of the windows of the shopping mall are boarded up (another type of dream state liminality management, though with a more defined division between dream space and wakefulness). I want to get something from a store. I eventually find one store at the other end up the shopping mall that is not boarded up and is open. It is a grocery store with many shoppers. After I go in, I look around and realize I am not here to buy anything but to retrieve my clothes. (It makes no sense other than as specific co-occurrence with preparing to wake by being near a checkout with the association of getting dressed after getting out of bed. Once dreams are understood for what they are, there is no doubt as to their translation.) Instead of waking with this otherwise familiar process, my dream becomes exponentially more vivid. The vestibular-cerebral handshake kicks in to an extreme degree, and I find that I seem to be a young boy scout (and dressed the part, including with khaki shorts) even though I also have the recall I had been a sorcerer in the previous transition. Three men tower over me like giants, though I do not feel threatened or insecure. They are going on a fishing trip and are waiting for the man I wanted to avoid in the first dream segment. He eventually arrives and is huge. However, I summon a fireball and disintegrate him. The other “giants” do not seem to care and behave as if they are glad to be rid of him. Even so, I decide to instinctually initiate the next process. I turn and walk through the wall of a nearby building into a dark bedroom. However, one of the men from the previous scenario walks in, though he is now normal size, as I am. He is thankful for me getting rid of the other man but patronizes me by giving me a card addressing what he wants from me by way of sorcery. Soon, another man comes in and also gives me a card with his requests. I am then on the porch of my present home (liminality management) and wonder if I should wait for the third man to approach me in case he also has a card. Even so, I begin to feel that my dream is too ridiculous to continue, so I wake myself.
Morning of June 13, 2020. Saturday. Dream #: 19,535-07. Reading time (optimized): 2 min. My dream self maintains the instinctual awareness I am dreaming (after dropping back from post-liminal mode to pre-liminal) by becoming more aware while sitting in a bed near the ocean (potential reinduction). There is the typical indoor-outdoor ambiguity, with my bed in this instance being near a harbor in Antissa, Lesbos, though the setting does not have a more discernible definition. My waking-life identity is absent. I am listening to an operatic aria (fictitious, I assume) sung by Luciano Pavarotti about Antissa. (I do not listen to opera in waking life.) I am unsure of the source of the music, but it is probably from a cassette (as my dream self has no recall of what a CD is). The sleep-wake manager eventually appears as an unknown male, but he is in passive mode (non-RAS; non-cerebral.) I sit down and watch him create a painting. It features a black oval as a scene of outer space. (This feature represents a higher level of sleep atonia, which may be why somatosensory kicks in as the trigger in the last scene rather than a vestibular event.) There are sparse red and blue ovular arcs around the “egg.” I absentmindedly add a blue ovular arc to the image’s right side with a felt-tip pen. Almost immediately, I feel as if I may have been intrusive in doing this. I start praising his art, focusing the most on the outer space rendering within the oval. He does not seem angry or annoyed. A reporter approaches and wants to interview the unknown artist. There is still indoor-outdoor ambiguity, though the setting has more outside dynamics at this point. The two men stand and face each other, about ten feet away from me. The reporter says he is interviewing “the aggressor.” I am puzzled by this and state that he is not an “aggressor,” though I do not know his history. I hope I did not embarrass him by saying this. Soon, a sun spider (camel spider), as long as the reporter’s head, crawls around from behind his head and covers his right ear. I am amused, as neither man seems to know it is there. Another sun spider of about the same size as the first crawls from behind the reporter’s head but goes around to the other man’s right ear. The man ignores it despite being aware of it. There is no sense of a threat, as my dream self considers them harmless. I wake at this point with a sense of great amusement. A vestibular-cerebral handshake did not occur as the waking process in this instance (as the result of greater sleep atonia but with a directive toward hand myoclonus), so it was somatosensory in this case. In other words, I sleep on my left side, with my right ear more exposed to my waking-life environment. The somatosensory focus was liminally drawn to that factor, especially as a spider often represents the human hand and its somatosensory arousal (though a sun spider is not a true spider).
I am ascending some type of rock formation. It seems to be a tall (hundreds of feet?) spire of sedimentary rock. It is probably only ten feet or so wide. It definitely feels very vertical, yet there is a dirt path that leads up the thing. I hear voices nearing a pause. A group of two or so is coming down. The first is a paunchy older middle aged white man with shorts, maroon t-shirt, a mustache, and what looks like a safari hat. He is nonchalantly sliding down on his ass, bracing with hands and feet. He stops and begins telling us (I think there are about two others with me) a story. I think he is Doc Watson. He’s slightly below me, and I rest my left arm on a rocky protrusion jutting out from under some sand. Some displaced sand begins to fall off, taking more and more with it, falling down close to his face. I tell him to watch out, telling him it was my mistake for doing that. Now, enough sand has fallen away that the spot I needed to continue on has vanished. There is a large cavity now, encased by only stone, beyond which I see the ground vertiginously and frighteningly far below. It seems that the only routes left are to climb this cave roof (brave and perilous) or to mantle this stone above me. I test the holds, a slight edge, and a slight block, and they do not give me much confidence. I keep gripping and re-gripping until my hands sweat, causing me to slightly panic. I am acutely aware of the fact that if I fall I will die and so the only way to survive this is to not fall at any cost. There is now a girl, slightly younger than me and wearing black leggings and a grey shirt, on the rock slightly above me. She might have a harness on? Her underwear, a thin, black thong with thicker straps, is sticking up above the leggings, and I grab onto them like a hold. She has me go first, probably aware that this is going to expose her. Finally, we have summited this spire. The top of it is flat and maybe 20 or so feet across. There are a few artificial climbing walls. I think we’re about to start on them, but her grandma is here now and putting some cash in my left pocket for a gift card. I already have a similar amount of cash in there and wonder about it. There is a very slabby wall, a vertical one with a lot of crimps, and one with large, circular, inflated holds that must be for grip strength. They all seem easy and the walls are just barely taller than bouldering height. Looking past them, there seems to be no background, just an empty space/void. I now realize and dread that I have to go back down. I think of any other way, like getting picked up by a helicopter. I am outside somewhere by or on a two lane asphalt highway. Suddenly the earth shakes - an earthquake, I realize. It’s steady in intensity, not enough to knock us off our feet, but enough to seemingly keep us magnetized down. It ruptures the highway in a fairly clean split.
Dream 1: Involved me and my family moving into a new house, in a very fancy neighborhood. My room had an incredible view of the sea, and at night the full moon reflected off the water and through the windows, bathing my room in blue, teal, purple, and pink light that danced on the waves. Dream 2: Okay, this one’s going to be quite long so buckle up. The perspective of this one is also confusing- I was watching a tv show, but it was in the first-person perspective and I was the main character. I’m a rifleman with incredible aim, due to my ability to perceive things that happen quickly as happening more slowly. Kind of like slowing down time, but only inside my own head. I’m hunting somewhere in South Africa, when I’m suddenly surrounded by tribal men, and I’m held hostage by them and taken to their camp. One of the other guys there had been cannibalized by the tribe, but managed to survive by putting himself into a “stasis” for over 200 years. He awoke when I got there, and had a tourniquet around his upper left thigh, so the leg could be removed more easily and he could grow it back. That wasn’t the first time he’d had his leg cut off. He told me I could wait out my escape, and he would show me how to put myself into the stasis. Or, I could join the brutal fighting ring set up for the tribe’s entertainment, and fight my way to the top. Fast forward and I’m holding his limp body in a shallow pool of water, surrounded by fire. I join the fighting ring in his honor, and in an attempt to secure my own freedom. I have to do what it takes, no matter the cost. End of episode one, credits roll. Episode 2- I’m transported to the fighting ring. It’s sort of like prison, only mad-max style; All the guys there have a communal food area, and outdoor time, but the majority of the time is spent training to kill each other. The buildings are all made with scrap metal patchwork, rusty and brown. I arrive at night, and I’m dropped right inside of the doorway, which is blocked off by fences and chains outside. A giant flood light turns on and I’m briefly blinded, then a chain whips around my back and pulls me inside. I fall on my face and hear everyone laughing at me. Fast forward and I have a few ‘friends.’ There’s a woman there, who’s one of the fighting coaches, who’s also my love interest. She has mechanical augmented arms. I have nightmares about showing up in the ring, and she’s my opponent. I’m training hard and she’s watching me closely. I’m the only one who’s ever dodged knives thrown at me. Next episode- It’s time for my first fight, after a week of training I must kill this man who has throwing knives for his signature weapon. (Everyone there has a unique weapon; I hadn’t decided on mine yet. It’s an aspect of the ring where “the weapon chooses the warrior.”) All I have is a pocket knife, against this guy who out-ranges me completely. This wasn’t his first time in the ring, either. He had won a few fights before fighting me. Anyways, it’s time to fight to the death. He begins by throwing his knives, and I begin by dodging all of them. I see them slowing down in front of me, and they become blurry and warped by my vision. I still manage to dodge them and even deflect a few. His last two fly straight at my eyes, and I catch them both. He’s coming at me with his fists now, enraged by my successful dodges. I easily side-step his blows an give him one good slash across the throat. He stops and holds his neck, coughing and sputtering blood onto the sand. I’m now behind him, so I kick the back of his legs and bring him to his knees before stabbing him in the side of the neck, finishing him off. The crowd watching is roaring at my victory. I’m lifted up by my friends, and we celebrate. I know it is only the first step towards my freedom. Credits roll.
The dream was at this bus ride stop on my way home, we stopped at gas station like sheetz with other things going on at the stop. My view was watching this massive missile being launched but it fell off its hinges and myself and the people around me were like "wooooah" in the sense that the missile was just going to blow up and kill all of us but instead it produced a very small explosion around itself and we were safe. The view shifts to I'm swimming in water with an army and there's a rolling machine mechanism that we're supposed to go into but the person goes into it before me and fucks up so he drowns, my view shifts and I'm between these massive tan vehicles marching along and I'm afraid of being squished. The view is now I'm on top of this tall truck going around steep banked turns, it looks like we might be riding on top of trucks with stacks of potato bags and we're on top, I turn to somebody and comment that it's absurd we're not turning over, we get to a point where we stop and someone recognizes there's a cute cat but it's not paying attention and then another cute kitten appears that has it's tong sticking out.
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