Awake|Dreaming|Lucid I'm downstairs and my cousins are there. Therese asks me if they can borrow a cheaper guitar that I am not afraid of to Oskar. I'm a little bit afraid that Oskar will destroy it but I say okey. I walk upstairs and hear someone play electric guitar. I look into the small room to the right when you walk from the TV-room upstairs to the stairs. Edvard has my guitar in an uncomfortable position due to the little space he has. There is also a drum kit there. There is another lady playing John Mayer music in the TV-room. My cousins come upstairs and are going to watch a movie. Suddenly I'm in my room with Signe. There are some other people there too. A girl I don't know and maybe Gabriel. Signe and I snuggle and sleep next to each other, it's really a blissful feeling. Later on she moves away but comes back only to put my head on her stomach as a resting place. Her stomach is comfortable. Both of us fall down the bed together. The other girl comes in and I ask her if she didn't watch the movie. She replied that she has a series that she's watching. I'm by a beach but there is like a big pedestal we stand on and my other cousins are there. Gustav, Klaus, William and Peter are the ones I remember most. Gustav throws me into the water on the left side of the pedestal and I can't move. the water is like quicksand. When I reach the bottom of the water I am able to swim up with effort. I am really mad at Gustav because I think he knew that the water was like that. I throw Gustav in and he quickly swims up to the surface. I tell him that he can't do that to me but he says that he had no bad intentions and that the water is perfectly fine. Suddenly we all are by the water and Hans is also there. He holds in my body and puts it under the water so that I can't breathe. It's some kind of game we are playing. I think that he will drag me up to the surface soon but I'm still worried that he might not. After some seconds he takes me back to the surface.
Updated 09-09-2020 at 09:23 AM by 97565
Morning of September 8, 2020. Tuesday. Dream #: 19,622-02. Reading time: 4 min 18 sec. I instinctually summon imaginary kinaesthesia to vivify and sustain my dreaming experience. It is crucial to comprehend that this process is not symbolic, interpretable, or influenced by waking life but is a deliberate attempt to become more immersed in my dream. (Summoning imaginary kinaesthesia means instinctually directing the vestibular system ambiguity resulting from the lack of viable discernment of my physical body and its orientation while in dream sleep to favor the inward illusory side of this ambiguity to increase the illusion of movement and momentum. I have indulged in this practice since I was a toddler.) I am also instinctually aware of Zsuzsanna sleeping close to me on my left. As a result, in my dream, she is sitting on my left in what first seems like a small open train but soon becomes a car on a roller coaster. There are no other roller coaster cars or people. (Meanwhile, Zsuzsanna is dreaming of being on a train, intimating we are in the same stage of dreaming, not necessarily transpersonal as it is a fundamental process.) My dream vivifies with realistic movement (correlating with my imaginary physicality) as we ride the roller coaster. I see its unusual structures ahead, but I remain unconcerned, and our ride is smooth. The landscape is similar to that along West Avenue North in La Crosse. I realize that the ride will take us to a resort that features a beach. This factor is an instinctual summoning of melatonin mediation. Water exemplifies the illusory essence and nuances of sleep. (Meanwhile, Zsuzsanna continues in the same dreaming stage. However, in her dream, she remains on the train. Rain starts to come in because of a leak in the roof.) At the unfamiliar resort, the beach is suddenly an indoor feature after the typical indoor-outdoor ambiguity of this dreaming mode begins but favors the indoor factor. It is now more like a big indoor swimming pool. Our oldest son is now with us (even though he did not travel here with us), but he is only about ten years old. (There is no recall of our other four children at this point.) He cheerfully jumps into the water. Several other people are swimming while I sit with my legs hanging over the edge of the pool and sarcastically complain about there being no beach. At this point, because of sustained virtual melatonin mediation, I become aware our son is not resurfacing. I soon see him below the water’s surface and pull him up, and he seems to be unconscious (instinctual awareness I am sleeping). He recovers and complains about a man grabbing him underwater and doing something to his face. Zsuzsanna, our son, and I walk down a hall as I complain about the place and the man who may have hurt our son. A sleep-wake manager (also the manager of the resort) comes to us with another unknown male and states how he removed a small stick from our son’s nose and also intended to bring him up to the surface. Even so, I am annoyed that such a business would allow debris where people are swimming. In the next scene, Zsuzsanna, our son, and I are in a small room with windows encompassing three sides and benches attached to three walls. We watch an unrealistically large shark swimming around, though it does not bump the glass or pose a threat. The height of its head is higher than the windows when it is closest. (This scene was directly influenced by “Underwater” from 2020, though in the movie, it was people watching a giant fictitious oceanic creature through a window. Despite the influence, it correlates with precursory liminality that I informally call wall mediation, instinctual awareness of the concurrent division between imaginary dream space and potential waking space.) At a service counter, I become annoyed when the manager gives us complimentary bowls of ice cream. I knock them to the floor, as I do not want to spend any more time here, and end up leaving on my own with less of my waking-life identity. I climb up the roller coaster and attempt to ride a car back home (mistakenly perceived as Northside La Crosse, where I have not been in waking life since 1994). Even though my dream exponentially vivifies at this point, it also transitions to the emergence side of physicality and kinaesthesia. It now seems I am on a mechanic’s creeper (instead of a roller coaster car) and trying to move through a small wooden tunnel, feet first while on my back. (This type of dream state process occurs when precursory liminality becomes predominant in that I am then liminally aware of my physical body being immobile and beyond my control while sleeping. At this point, I am also instinctually aware of my sleeping position, which is mostly on my back.) I think about the unusual restrictions of the design and consider how men of a bigger size than me could not use the transportation at all. Even so, it seems likely that I will not be able to continue comfortably. I decide to teleport (with only vague myoclonus). I am suddenly in an unknown outdoor location in Northside La Crosse. Two people are present; an unfamiliar man and a woman (quantum model of Zsuzsanna). I tell the man that I teleported here. He seems puzzled and incredulous. I prove it to him by teleporting about six feet to the left of my present position with the sense of quickly blinking and becoming more aware of the dream state’s essence again. He cheerfully holds up his cell phone to film me in a conspiratorial manner, but I turn so that my face is out of range. I cause his cell phone to stop working. The screen cracks, and it displays what looks like an analogue television on an empty channel. I explain that whatever I say happens. I summon somatosensory dynamics (to augment my dream self’s sense of touch), but with big diamonds rather than eggs or coins. I open my hand to reveal an unrealistically large diamond that I give to the man. I tell him it is only worth about $30,000.00. Other diamonds appear in my hand. I give the woman one. In the last scene, she happily approaches me as I am leaving to remind me I had already given her a diamond on a previous day. She opens her hand to show me two large diamonds.
Had several false awakenings where I thought I was getting up early to get work done early in the morning, checked my phone and thought it was 8am but then woke up IRL later than that. Dream was at the KC pool in the basketball/volleyball area except the slope down to the playground was much bigger. In the parking lot was a city, it was either dusk or dawn. I thought I was in my new apartment but going into another part of the building I realized it was a bar, people from my high school were there. We were catching up, it felt like the bar was closing and it was time to go home or maybe to another class in the city, I went out and tried to get into my apartment but it was just the bar now. Now I'm at my old apartment driving to a club or bar, I go in but I'm not dressed appropriately, I try to go to the shower but a random kid is about to go in and use it so I sigh and turn around. Eventually I end up back there and I'm in line, abb is there and we greet each other, the bouncer asks me for my ID and I get out my wallet. Show choir dream where I'm in a movie theater, we're doing dance moves but I don't really know them so I'm watching someone else. It's really messy. Another team goes onto the front stage and I think they aren't doing very well, they're ripping off a movie but I can't remember which.
Unspecific fragment I remember standing in front of the door to the staircase connecting all flats of my house. Otherwise, I only remember wanting to remember the dream once I woke up since I recall that the dream was great. I guess school killed recall.
Summary: + I lived next door to Susan Sarandon, she had a son named "Matt" who was my son S2's friend, I see Matt is home and tell S2 to go play, I go along, we pet Matt's cat who raises it's butt when I pet it in the way cats do + Some narrated commercial about a service that provides plastic surgery for a lady's private parts, to provide just the silhouette she desires when wearing yoga pants. + [long, vivid] son playing outside with radio controlled car, our apartment was ransacked, flooded, and covered with nasty graffiti spray painted on the walls, curtains, and ceiling, I'm worried about where we'll go next, I look closely at the graffiti, my ipad's been pummeled with a small sharp object, we uncover a kid's toy pinball machine that some girl appears and plays, and the scene moves into the machine and it chooses an activity for the kids to do. + [fragment] some sort of (beauty?) contest involving a lot of people mulling around excerpt from the major dream of the night. Details of vanadlized apartment: + I'm returning home to our first floor apartment, and I'm worried that we didn't lock the door. I want to call my wife but she's at an event (concert?) The outer door opens without unlocking, and there is a second inner door immediately next to it, and it opens easily as well, not locked. I enter, concerned we may have been burgled. I am not sure right away, I see piles of objects strewn around, and I get the impression everything is wet, like somebody has brought a garden hose inside and sprayed everything. I see my ipad in front of me and pick it up, it is wet, I turn it over and look at the back, it is covered with pencil-eraser sized dome dents, like it was pounded repeatedly with a small blunt object. Looking around I see piles of stuff. I look around the room and see graffiti on the walls, curtains, even part of the ceiling. I look closer at it. It looks like it was spray painted, it is a brown-ish color, and the walls are a vague tan/off-white. On the wall in front of me is a caricature of a butt-hole with the telltale wrinkles in a ring, on the wall to my left is a figure of a person in distress (being tortured?) upside down, I take a moment to appreciate that it was drawn well. There are "X"s drawn on other parts of the room like the curtains. There is a child's toy (among row of them), I remove the plastic cover and it looks like a little pinball machine. A little girl walks up and starts playing it, I follow the play inside the game and the view transforms to a place where the ball hits (?) and it starts a transition to a new scene(?)
Dream from September 7, 2020 It was the day before my brother-in-law, Steven, was to marry his fiance, Amanda. They were having a co-ed bachelor/bachelorette party at a multi-story, adult arcade. The managers even accommodated to everyone spending the night so no one would have to drink and drive. Also, because the ceremony and reception were being held there the next day in their beautiful outdoor event area. My parents and sisters were invited to the festivities. Steven and my sister, Lisa, have a very brief history in real life. We all went camping and they got drunk and made out. In my dream, I saw Lisa and Steven flirting nearly all night. I was so upset and disgusted by them both because I really like Amanda. At some point during the night, Amanda was informed that someone in her family had died and she had to leave for a few hours to go to the funeral. When she came back, I notice how sad she was. I also noticed that she wasn't acting like herself in the sense that she looked like she was high. My instinct knew it was pills to help her ease her heartache. I tried to find Steven because I knew it was important for him to be there to help her, but he kept evading me. "Steve, I really need to talk to you," I said over and over again as he continued to walk away from me laughing. "Steve, it's really important. Come on!" I insisted, but to no avail. He was hanging out with one of his female friends. Weaving in and out of arcade games and pinball machines. She looked familiar from waking life, but I can't put my finger on who she was. Finally, I yelled at him. "Steven! Cut the shit! I need to talk to you about Amanda!" That seemed to get his attention enough to hear me out at least. I told him that Amanda was high on pills, but he didn't believe me. While we were talking, Amanda came over to us and started hugging me tightly. She knew that I was looking out for her best interest and needed someone to console her who actually seemed to care about how she felt. It is suddenly the next day and everyone is happy. I exit the arcade and go to the event area in the back of the building. It was such a beautiful venue. Vibrant, green, luscious grass. It was like an infinity pool, but for the grass. The back edge of the lawn just cut off to an equally green valley followed by equally green hills in the distance. The sky was bright blue with the fluffiest white clouds and the perfect amount of sun. Some of the guests began to arrive and I noticed one group of people being loud and rowdy. One of them threw a large, empty wine bottle across the lawn followed by a lot of laughter. I tried to force them to clean up the mess. "This is their big day and you're just going to litter and make a mess of this beautiful place?" I was so angry! I found Amanda and told her what happened. I told her I tried, but they wouldn't clean up the mess. "It's OK," she said. "They're reggae." Dumbfounded, I could only assume this meant that she was fine with their lack of tidiness because people who are reggae are known to be dirty. I don't know. Then I woke up.
Dreams from September 3, 2020 For some reason, Curtis and I were living separately with our parents, but we were still married. He was suppose to move with me into my parents house on Silver Street, but decided it would be best if he stayed in Barnstead. I was in a student in school. I'm not sure if it was high school or college, but I didn't want to go to my math class. This is bit of a reoccurring theme in school-related dreams. I'm enrolled in a math class, but I always skip the class because I have no desire to go to it. I'm not sure where I was coming home from, but when I drove up to the house, there was splintered wood and debris in just our parking area from the construction crew working on the roof. I had nowhere to park so I parked in my landlord Greg's spot. It was his crew who left the mess so I didn't care if I took his parking spot. It was on-street parking anyway and he didn't own the street. I remember wearing Curtis's green long sleeve Ponderosa shirt and really missing him. I also remember going to my bedroom at one point to change because I was hot and sweaty and I struggled to get the shirt off because it kept sticking from the sweat. Lisa and Cassie, my sisters, were also living there and Lisa had a male friend visiting. I went into the kitchen and heard noises coming from the basement. I walked halfway down the basement stairs and peeked across the room to see a thick, green liquid flooding a ten foot section by the basement window. I went back upstairs and noticed that the back door in the kitchen was missing and covered in plastic. Greg had ordered the crew to move the back door about six feet to the left. I had to go to the bathroom, but when I went in there, the toilet and floor around it was covered in wood shavings. There was also a golf-ball sized, drilled hole in the wall above the toilet -- the wall that was also shared with the exterior of the house. I went back into the living room and complained to Lisa, Cassie, and Lisa's friend. I went out back to knock on Greg's back door. Roxanne, his wife, answered and said that Greg wasn't home. She said she may be able to answer the question for me. I asked if the construction crew was supposed to clean up after themselves and she said no. "It's like Aflac," she said. "We'd have to pay more for them to clean up." She walked away as she was still talking to me and I shouted thank you to her back. I went back into the living room and they were all drinking coffee. I was sad there wasn't any for me and so I went into my room to try and call Curtis to complain. Lisa came storming after me and gave me $1.25. She was raising her voice and trying to force me to buy myself ice cream at the convenience store. I told her I was fine and didn't want ice cream or her money. She argued with me and eventually said how it's not fair that she eats healthy, but she's still getting fat like Cassie and me. I got really angry and started yelling at her. I said something along the lines of so you're upset with me for not wanting to eat ice cream because you're unhappy with your own weight. I kicked her out of my room, threw the $1.25 at her, and shut the door. I leaned on the door to make sure she couldn't come back in since I didn't have a lock on my door. I tried to call Curtis again. We hadn't seen or spoken to each other in a week. I left a voicemail asking him to leave work early and to come pick me up. I was so upset and needed my husband. He never called back before I woke up. In my dream, it made me feel like he didn't want to be with me anymore. Dream fragments: 1.) Thalia came up to visit. There was no COVID. I remember driving to her Airbnb. It was dark. I think we went to a mall because I remember shopping bags. 2.) Lisa and I were extras on the set of Supernatural. It was lunchtime and we were standing in line to get food. We were giggling about how hot Dean is and then realized he was standing right behind us. I blushed and asked him if he heard what I said. Assuming he would joke and tease, he was surprisingly cold and awkward. He insisted that he didn't hear anything and nor did he care. 3.) This is from the long dream or at least it was part of that same dream setting. The construction crew replaced the front door, but they didn't put a real lock on it. There was just a sliding lock on the inside of the door. I remember thinking to myself how would my parents be able to lock the door behind them when they leave for work each morning.
only one jamie dream... it was only a fraction of a second and I have no idea what happened in it. Want better dreams this week. Dog quick dream where I saw my dog get attacked by coyote/wolves. there were 3 on him and they were ripping him to shreds.
Kept having repeating false awakenings and look at the window to see the sky looked very dark and yet slated grey as if a solar eclipse was happening. I look around and woke my self up. This time I found myself in my bed again and walked near the garage. It was half open with the other half missing. I told my father that we needed to fix this in order for no one to walk inside. My father then said this was bad and that he will see if he can get someone to fix it. Then all of a sudden it was night and I found myself waking up from my bed again. I didn't know if I had dream of all of it or was I still dreaming right now. I got up and realize I was in a completely different place. I was amazed at how luxurious looking it was. My brother showed up and said yea its amazing isn't. He told me it was my place and I was dumb founded. I couldn't stop exploring around it. That's when I realize I had to be dreaming. I enjoyed looking around in till I ended up losing lucidity and in to another false awakening. Not too long after a nightmare I woke up in rl and was somewhat in a daze. I look around and felt funny. All of a sudden the dream kind of took me from waking life straight back in to a dream. I was in a car and was already lucid. I was confused because my eyes were open when I was awake . There was a young woman next to me and I couldn't understand what she was saying to me. However I recognize her as an online friend. I then woke up
This was probably a month ago, I think. It is a dream where my dream characters were bugging me out of the ordinary. At first I just went with it, but up to a point it crossed a line. I was becoming more lucid, and angry at them. The people in my dream thought they were going to get me on something, like snaring me in a trap, but I went outside. They followed. I kept going and going, like I was jogging in real life, to just get away. They would have none of that. There was many opposing me, even though I was seeking to withdraw. Once I noticed this, I stopped. I levitated in a lucid manner. And then, then, I well used such force to telekinetically lift earth and rock itself underneath my attackers to such an extent, that it was like an 100 meter asteroid stuck the earth. I lifted such a mass, and then slammed it into the earth with the impact of something falling from space. The crater was 1000 ft wide after I was done. I don't really know what happened to those dream characters, but they are dead now, like if they could die they should be dead as dead can be. It was flat ground that I flew up, and hovered above. Then I just reached out with my will and yanked up as much mass as I could from the plain, raised it a third of a mile, then slammed it down with such force as if it was impacting from outer space at many miles per second. In a second or two it formed a crater, and my work was done here. After such an exertion, I think I woke up in about a dream minute.
I was in Prince's limo. It was dark in the interior, and opposite of me at the back seat was Prince. It was just so surreal, the Limo was moving and we sat there for a few dream seconds. We came to a stop, and I got out and had another dream for 10 or 20 seconds in real time before waking. Although I don't remember what was after, this is the first I ever dreamed of someone who is dead to my knowledge. It is just that while I was in his limo, it was like I could feel the musical artistry flowing out of him. Like it was really him, although I never met Prince. Still, all being said, it is one of the most memorable dreams I have had in a long time. So there is that.
Awake|Dreaming|Lucid I'm in a school and there is a man guiding me. He walks through a door and when I try to enter it it's too small for me. I scream out how he came in. He says he walked through the other door to the right. I go to that door and am able to go through. This school seems to be for people with psychological and physical problems. We keep on walking and reach the cellar. I express my concerns with going to the cellar but he keeps on going. There is a room with a bed so I walk to it. 4 men about 18-20 years old come and jump me from the upper bed. They all seem to have some kind of menta/physical disorders. They try to grab me by my privates and I am panicking and punching one of them especially. I manage to escape and scream to them that this is insane, especially to my guide. I'm in church and there are some activities. I see Emanuel from church and we talk and I don't like him. There is some kind of girl there too. I'm in the TV room upstairs and fly out the window. I fly to Hemköp and I am half lucid. The dream fades. This dream repeats about three times I think. I'm in my bed, thinking about why this is not a dream. I think about how real my breathing feels. I pinch my nose and try to breathe in. I't works so I walk up from bed and walk into the TV room next doors. Usually I jump out and fly away from the window in my room but I decide to change it up today. I start to meditate and try to stabilize the dream. I think about what I want to do. I fly out and it's really dark outside. I try to make it sunny but the dream won't let me. There is a really fast dog that is running in the night on the road. I decide to race with it and I am really fast and succeeds in some seconds. I'm in my house and try to figure how I came to the place I were. I can't remember and decide that this is a dream. The dream is really dark and the view is 30° turned to the left. I stabilize the dream and it works. I fly out the same window as the last dream and suddenly I don't have a shirt on me. I fly around the city without any intentions in mind. I'm in the woods and there are some people fighting injustice. I join them and want to use my new bending technique that I have thought about. I had a dream for some weeks ago where a man told me that I need to master three different bending techniques for each element before I can fully use bending in all of my dreams. The man told me that I should start with earth bending. There are some bad guys in fron of us and my friends beat most of them. There is a man standing on a rock. I stomp my foot in front of the rock and it starts to shake and the man standing on it is loosing balance. I stomp again and the rock flies up in the air about 1,5 meters up. I try to hit the rock with my hand and the rock flies about 2,5 meters away pretty slowly. I try to do it again but I'm having difficulties. Notes: I had a conversation about how hard it is to have disabled persons in the family and that it can be very energy demanding. I think the first dream was about that. I talked with my dad about Emanuel's family yesterday and that's why I dreamt about him. I remember that I inspected the reality of one of the dreams but can't remember which one. I remembered to meditate this night because I have been focused to do that since many of my lucids have been pretty short lately. When I lied in bed last night I thought about meditation/dream stabilization and earth bending. I slept with the mantra "This is a dream" in Swedish.
Updated 09-07-2020 at 07:00 AM by 97565
Reviewing life moments after death I am in complete darkness, and the only thing that I can still sense are my memories. There is a sort of sad music, but it has a happy and ethereal to it, like I was done now and no longer had to worry about anything, but now it is all over in exchange. It was some sort of synth instrument maybe, but there was definitely piano. I relive the memory of when I was 4 and apparently a cousin and his mother were coming up to visit us. I came to see them. Then, probably a few years later, apparently the house of them were now right next to ours, only about 8 meters needed to walk to the other's house entrance. It was night, and the cousin was visiting. At some point later we apparently flooded their house, which was extremely big, with phosgene for some reason and left to my house. At some point I looked to the window and it was pitch black outside. My mother smelled something weird at some point, and I suggested it might be the phosgene, so I closed our windows. Had problems closing the left one, though, and it had a weird design. Back in the black, I kept thinking how I really wished that you could just turn back time. At some point I also thought about my borther. That was deep.. also, that phosgene part was weird.
Awake|Dreaming|Lucid I had an eventful dream. Then my alarm woke me up. The only thing I can remember from the dream is the most recent. I sit in a car and the man in front of me says something about being good that rhymes in Swedish. When I woke up I knew it was an eventful dream and it felt as if I had lost a big part of me when I tried to remember something I knew I dreamt of just some moments ago.
Again, only unintentional WBTB and intention to lucid dream. In the following sleep cycle I first got into a non-lucid dream but with ever-increasing awareness. When I reached lucidity I seemingly woke up but immediately recognized the false awakening. Getting up and moving was a little difficult, though also incredibly realistic. I was at my parents' house and slowly walked through the dark deserted rooms. At the front door I used the key to open the door though I'd normally just walk through it - the dream was so vivid and yet unstable that I wasn't sure about passing though objects. Outside it was a bright, warm summer day. The trees on the left were incredibly coloful with red and purple fruits, swinging in a gentle breeze. The wind also blew my long hair into my face which had - surprisingly - a dark-red color. I decided to go into the garden because I expected it to differ from reality - which it then did of course. It resembled the gardens of a palace with lots of water areas and a fountain in the middle. I thought it would be interesting to drink from the fountain and tried to make a glass appear - didn't work, but whatever. To get to the fountain, I needed to balance on a swimming log. This again felt so incredibly real that I got lost in thoughts about it - and woke up. I was still close to dreaming, maybe even in sleep paralysis, and so I just let myself sink back in. Some dreamlets washed over me without letting me enter until one of them opened wider and wider. I got to observe a scene where a black car was chased by the police, driving on a bridge high above the sea. In the car there was a dream character that was me, and a partner. They came to a stop, having trouble with their car. Another police car arrived and barred the way. I was still observing, though maybe influencing the plot, when the 'me' in the car decided to take the only way out - to jump with the car from the bridge. I saw the car falling down and into the water. Reminding me that this was just a dream, I took my place down there. Now, I was suddenly swimming underwater. Of course I knew that I could still breath and I did - but every breath was difficult as it was accompanied by a sting of fear. In large circles I was diving deeper and deeper until suddenly all water was gone. Otherwise, the surroundings were still the same - now looking like a vast hall. The floor was cluttered with balls and balloons of different colors and sizes. One of them was special: it was filled with what looked like confetti. My partner who had come there with me was trying to cut it open but the material seemed very firm. Someone else told us that there would be knowledge about the universe and about the future in there (okay?!). I took it and pulled (with some difficulty) the plug. Without the chance to do anything else, I woke up. This was another good example of the sheer weirdness of dreams and also my first time dreaming lucid in third person perspective, interesting!
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