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Created Wednesday 26 August 2020

Finally, an LD to feel good about. I got a DILD and some fragments today.

Spoiler for Quite long; NSFW violence:

Dream 1 - Cute Little Abomination

Spectator mode. The visuals were somewhat glared. This took place in the sterile, empty white halls of a large building complex. Then, from a corner crawled out an abominable figure. At first glance, it appeared as a gaunt, nude, abnormally pale woman with stringy dark hair. But soon, her form twisted into bizarre shapes, from a mass of tentacles and teeth, to a huge maw, and many other terrible things. The creature shambled around with unnatural speed. Within seconds, she burst into a room filled with frightened people. Their screams were cut short when the monster gleefully tore into them. Those that were fortunate were cut in pieces, then devoured. Those that weren't suffered the privilege of being engulfed alive. Either way, it was a short, but messy affair.

Around this point, I manifested in the dream. I was making my way down a long flight of stair. The lights flickered with every step. There wasn't anyone around. It was too quiet. I slowed my descent. Couldn't be too careful.

Eventually, the stairs ends into a short passage. At the end was a basement door. Horrible squishing sounds could be heard from behind. In mere seconds, a figure peeked out of the doorway. The creature. Although back in her humanoid shape, she was now giant, too large to move in any way but a crawl. I wagered she'd been about 15ft feet tall when standing. The monster flashed a grin upon seeing me. Steadily, she creeped in my direction. Suddenly, her form warped again. Now, her torso swelled into a bulbous lump, while her arms burst into a writhing mass of tendrils.

At this moment, I got aware. My first thought was to blast her straight into oblivion. But, I decided it would be more interesting handling this in more conventional means. Grasping at my hip, I pulled out a .38 semi-auto from thin air. I took aim, and gave a test-fire. The pistol handled easily, not much in the way of recoil. In any case, the shot took off a good chunk of the monster's head. Yet, she didn't seem to flinch. So, I continued spraying out bullets, firing quickly, yet carefully. By the time I was done, the creature was left an armless, headless stump.

Job well done, I thought. However, the she-monster was barely impeded. She continued stumbling towards me. I figured maybe violence wasn't the answer. Maybe she just needed a stern lecture? So, I pinched her rubbery (and, ugh... slimy) hide. Pulling at her, I forced her to follow me. Incredulously, she complied.

The way back up was much shorter. We soon arrived at the entrance lobby, one similar to the local hospitals. The place was busy with activity. Most people just passed us by. Only a small crowd seemed to notice the headless creature, and even then, they took only a casual interest of her.

Anyway, I dragged the abominable woman with me, seating the both of us at the corner of a row of orange, plastic chairs. Just then, the beast spasmed as it changed shape once again. This time, it compressed itself down into an unexpected form: a young girl, no older than eight years of age. Her bare skin was still as damp and rubbery as before, though her black hair, previously unkempt, was now longer and completely straightened.

I opened my mouth to speak, but was interrupted when the girl shoved her head under my left arm, placing herself in my unwitting embrace. She looked up at me with a hearty smile. Her pitch black eyes left me in a momentary daze.

It took some time before I composed myself to talk. "You're... a kid?", I gasped out in disbelief.

"Yup.", she responded plainly. The sightseers around us murmured and nodded their heads in agreement to her word.

"What... happened to you? Why are you here?"

The odd girl shrugged. "I was sick." She glanced away in contemplation before she continued. "I was taken to the hospital. At first, I thought the doctors were giving me treatment. But, I was actually being experimented on."

The girl's detached, unconcerned tone sent chills down my spine. I swung my head to collect myself again. "So, are you... um... still hungry?", I asked nervously. The girl just shook her head. That was some relief.

I then stared down at her in disapproval. "Okay. But from now on, you won't eat people ever again. Promise?", I chided her.

"Promise.", she nodded.

"Good. Remember. No more people. They're not food."

The creepy girl rolled her eyes. "Okay. Moving on.", she said impatiently.

I wanted to talk more. Unfortunately, the dream destabilized. In desperation, I held onto the girl's hands to try and stay in the dream. But, that didn't help the situation. I woke up shortly after.

Scrap Group 1
In the lounge at home. There were a lot of ants and a few cockroaches crawling on the floor.

In the kitchen at home. To my astonishment, the fridge (which looked thinner than it should) was overheating. It was so bad, that black smoke roiled out from below. Acing quick, I pulled it out, and unplugged it. I bemoaned having to buy another fridge just a year and a half after the last one went kaput.

FA in bed. For some reason, I had my head on the desk. Aunt Velma appeared. Upon noticing my discomfort, she placed a towel under my head. I pretended I was already fast asleep out of embarrassment. When she was gone, I thought about getting up from there, but was way too lazy and tired.

FA in bed. I (supposedly) wrote some DJ notes. For whatever reason, the song 'Uranium Fever' was stuck in my head.

No techniques used. Only lay awake for some time and set an intention to do the TOTM in the middle of the night.

At first I got lucid at my parents' house but didn't get anywhere before waking up. A non-lucid dream about being at a scientific congress followed. In a break I went outside and got lucid again, immediately remembering my intention to ask a DC about the dream's origins. I felt the dream slipping and focused on my surroundings, touching the ground and everything nearby. Like this, I was walking down a rain-soaked street with a lot of trees. The dream stabilized and I saw every branch in great detail and in amazing colors. Noone else was around. Typical, if one wants to find a DC, not one is here.
I left the street and started walking down a slope leading to some gardens. Still no DCs. I pushed myself off the ground and glided down, looking around.

Finally, I got to a path leading somewhere else and found a young boy, maybe 10, walking there. "Hey", I shouted. He turned and waited for me. I got closer, as if I didn't want anyone around hearing us and asked "Whose dream is this?" "His", he said without hestitation with a matter-of-fact tone, pointing to the left. I followed his gesture and found... A small bird. A blueish canary sitting on a fence.
?What? I was completely taken aback. I looked back at the boy, puzzled. He was grinning slightly.
Behind him I noticed a plump woman, about my age, with dark hair. Maybe she can tell me more. I walked towards her as she looked at me openly. We got close together and looked straight into each others eyes. Somehow, I was overcome with compassion towards her. I felt the urge to hug her but it felt out of place. I had so many questions running through my mind. Yet, I didn't know where to start.
"Don't worry. You've got strength in your head and in your legs.", she said, smiling.
This confused me even more. The three of us started walking along the path. Suddenly, I understood. "If you say that I've got strength, you mean you've got strength, too, right?" She considered this for a moment, and nodded.
They are all me, everything here is. It's all one. It's the bird's dream as it is my own.
We continued walking until the other two left me at something that looked like their camp. The woman looked back at me, inquiring, then smiling broadly and said "Princess Leah will be pleased!" [no, not Leia ]
Slowly, I walked away, feeling utterly content and warm after this encounter.

Next, I got to a strange structure with a high bar and a trampoline. I jumped on there, doing somersaults and whatever I could imagine in mid-air. It got totally euphoric until I was crying out of joy.
Then, I wandered around again, now through an amusement park, admiring the incredibly vivid surroundings and enjoying the hustle around me until I woke up.

Walking around the city for magic
I am walking around the city with my mother for some reason. We go through houses, and in the dream that confuses me, and I also had problems recalling how we even got into the house every time we entered one (I should've gotten lucid right there, ugh). At some point, it might have had something to do with the series Charmed. In some house I saw a girl play animal crossing, and her parents watched. They also seemed to like the game. My mother told me that they're filming the trailer. In an adjacent room or maybe adjacent house they're preparing to film some trailer about animal crossing that seems to be horror-themed for some reason. I remember already seeing the trailer. A girl sits on a couch and she just bends her head backwards as if she fell unconscious or something, and they'd zoom into her face and behind her is a TV playing a video on loop. It would be framed so that it would look like her unconscious face is floating in front of the images zapping by as creepy and intense music played, like House of Leaves from Kevin MacLeod. At the end I met my friend Steven on a sidewalk
and he looked pretty different. We were happy to see each other. My mother told us something. At some point I also got home with my father, half-naked for some reason. There were also some personal parts at some point.

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Got a bit closer to doing a mantra, but still forgot. I guess I am just too stressed, and will be for a long time, so I'll just try to do something.

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

I'm in a car with my mom and dad. We drive in the city. We come to Rosenfeldt school and have to hurry back into the car when a boy on a bicycle comes. Mom starts to drive the car and I ask why we have to escape from him. They answer that he is targeting me. I now notice that the car in fact is driving backwards. I find this odd and ask mom about this. She said that we was in a hurry and didn't have time to drive forward. I look back at the cyclist and he is also biking backwards. He is as fast as we are and we are driving by the entrance to city into the city. It's weird because Rosenfeldt is in the opposite direction and there is no way we could have come here. I lie in the back seats so that he won't be able to shoot me through the windows. The cyclist has a bright coloured helmet.

I once asked my mom some months ago if it was illegal to drive a car backwards. I saw some old people biking with the same coloured helmet as my dc had.

I'm in some kind of attraction park and enter a scary cave. I look around and there are scary paintings everywhere (They aren't making me afraid). I look around and also see some jewels and other valuable things. I take them in a bag. There is a timer and I have time to skip as many paintings as I want before the time runs out. When the time runs out I have to look at all the paintings one by one. All paintings are about the size of my hand so there are really many paintings. I watch the timer and it's only fifteen seconds left. When it's ten seconds left I leave the timer and go to look at paintings instead. I see a jewel where it says that you are not supposed to put your jewels on this jewel because people might just take it then. I walk outside with my bag of valuables that I picked up in the cave. I empty the bag by the one responsible for the attraction and he puts some numbers into his machine. He calls for someone else that will come soon. We walk outside and I notice that he thinks I'm going to pay for the jewels. I start my sentence in swedish but starts to speak in english instead. I tell him that I found all these jewels in the scary cave and that it was a part of the attraction. He says that it's okey and that he can fix it. The floor suddenly becomes like a balancing board and we try to keep the balance. It's really hard and we have to go to the other side. When the person comes we talk. William is also there. I see Ludwig, a guitar friend of mine. He has a girl in his lap and both has a black dot on the exact same spot. To the left of their mouths.

I had a dream last night that I was volunteering at a downtown festival in the city where I live. Unlike the dreams I had the night before, this was not the fall festival that I help to put on. I think this was some type of music festival. I know I was just a volunteer doing what I was asked to do rather than helping to run the event like I do for the fall festival. This dream took place in a time where we were not dealing with COVID and things like masking and social distancing. The time this dream was set in seemed more normal.

When the dream started, me and my girlfriend were checking in at volunteer registration. We each got a yellow shirt that we changed into and a drawstring bag with some other goodies. My girlfriend had signed-up to help in the Kid Zone and not long after we had registered, some came to her and offered to give her a ride to the Kid Zone in her golf cart. I told her I would try to stop by and check on her when I had a break later on. She picked up her phone and pointed to it with her other hand which I knew meant for me to stay in touch by texting her periodically.

As my girlfriend was being driven away, the girl that had checked us in came up to me and asked if I would be willing to help with getting some sand bags. When I hesitated, she told me they were not that heavy and they just needed someone to ride over to a warehouse and help load them on the truck. When I told her that was fine, she pointed to an old While GMC Half Ton truck parked nearby and told me to go on out to it and that Kim would be there soon and would drive it and tell me what I needed to do. She said when I got back and got the sandbags unloaded to see her at they would probably be ready to have my start checking ID’s then.

I thanked her and then walked towards the truck. It was the same truck that I had in my last dream the night before. An old truck the city owns and loans every year during the fall festival. I have both driven and ridden in it may times. When I got to the truck and opened the passenger side door, the interior was just like the truck that they loan us for the fall festival. It had a well worn brown vinyl bench seat and dash with brown carpet on the floor with a stick shift in the middle.

I went ahead and got in the passenger seat of the truck and closed the door. Since it was a nice day, I immediately rolled down my window to let some fresh air into the cab. I started looking around to see if I could figure out who Kim was and wondered how much longer until he would get here and we could go to get the sandbags.

After a few minutes, a chucky girl with shoulder length dark blonde hair wearing a yellow volunteer shirt showed-up at the window and asked me if I was Kim. I told her I was not but was waiting for him. She asked if I was helping with getting sandbags and when I said yes, she said she had been asked to help too. She then opened the passenger side door and kind of blushed and said she kind of hated to ask, but would I be willing to scoot over. I went ahead and moved on over to the middle and let her have the window since I figured since she may not feel comfortable riding between two older men she didn’t know.

While we waiting in the truck for Kim, the girl and I talked. She told me her name was Tiffany and she was 21 and wrapping up her junior year of college. Like me, she had never volunteered at this event before, but needed some community service hours and though this would be a good way to earn some while also getting to enjoy some music.

While Tiffany and I continued to carry on a conversation while we waited in the truck for Kim, a big lady with shoulder length bleached blond hair and a blue shirt who I had kept seeing walking around with a clipboard approached the passenger side window to talk to Tiffany and I. She asked us if we were the ones helping with sandbags and we both said yes. She told us she was Kim and thanked us for helping her. She told us she had a few more things she had to get sorted out and then she would be ready to drive us to get the sandbags. I asked her if there was anything I could help her with and she said for us to just both sit tight so we would be ready to go as soon as she got done.

As Kim walked away, both Tiffany and I were looking at each other with a WTF type of look. We had both expected Kim to be a fit man, not an out of shape looking lady in her late 40’s or early 50’s. We both thought she seemed a little scatterbrained and we both commented to each other about it was we saw her walking around like a headless chicken.

After seeing Kim walk around and talk to different people for a while longer, I saw her coming towards us with some bottled water and granola bars. She reached through the window and handed them to me and Tiffany and then told us she needed to get the truck keys and would be right back out.

While I was sipping on the bottle of water, I saw Kim walking in front of the truck and then opening the driver side door and sitting down on my other side. The truck cab was big enough that I had plenty of room and personal space even though Kim was big and Tiffany was a few pounds over wight. After spending a minute or two playing with the key, the accelerator, and the stick shift between my legs Kim and the old truck running and we were on our way to the warehouse.

One the drive to the warehouse, Kim would start a conversation with me and Tiffany and then her phone would ring and she would take the call. It was kind of scary riding in the truck because Kim would get distracted while on the phone and would start drifting into other lanes. A few times, other vehicles had to honk at her to get her attention. I was glad when we finally got there.

Once Kim had to truck backed up to the loading dock, we all got out and then Kim fished for some keys and opened a bay door to the storage bay where all of the sandbags were. At first, she helped me and Tiffany move them to the truck, but then her phone rang and she walked away to take the call while me and Tiffany moved most of the sandbags to the truck without her help.

Eventually, Kim walked over to us and told us we had loaded enough sandbags and for us to get back to the truck. When we got to the passenger side door, I opened it up and stood aside hoping Tiffany would get the hint and ride in the middle going back. Her face blushed again and she asked if I minded.

I go ahead and get in the middle and give Tiffany the window seat away from Kim. After she is in and closes her door, she blushes again and says thank you to me. I can see Kim is still pacing around in the parking lot talking on her phone. Tiffany and I are both looking at each other in disbelief of how disorganized and scatterbrained Kim is. We both dread the drive back knowing it could get dicey if she is taking on her phone again.

Eventually, Kim stops talking on her phone and closes up the warehouse and then comes back to the truck. After she has climbed into the driver seat, her phone starts ringing again and she looks at it and then asks us to excuse her as she get out of the truck to take the call and pace around the parking lot. Tiffany and I both just look at each other in disbelief when she does this to us.

Eventually, Kim gets off the phone and back in the truck. As she is putting the key in the ignition, she tells us we need to run out to the airport so she can pick some things up. As she turns the key to start-up the truck, I am dreading the thought of having to ride on the interstate with Kim driving that truck. I look over at Tiffany and she has the same look of fear on her face.

When I look back over at Kim, I notice she is having trouble getting the truck starting. Nothing is happening when she turns the key and pumps the accelerator. The only noise that is happening is an annoying buzzing sound. After a little longer of watching Kim try to get the truck started, I am woken-up from the dream by the buzzing of my alarm clock which I expect was causing the buzzing sound in the dream.