Dream From Aug 12 '19: the location is that of a pub-like place, like that of Crown and Anchor, or even the Sydney Junction Hotel. i'm already standing at the counter. i look to my left, at the woman who is at the counter. her arms are up, at the tap of one of the drinks, as she pours a drink. further to my left, is the kitchen. she is wearing, a shirt of some sort. anyway, i ask her, about one of the other young women who works there. i'm there to enquire about a woman who works there. i don't know her name but i have seen her there before. is she there today, does she work there at all? the woman at the counter seems a bit, disinterested in wanting to answer my questions. although i have a dry throat, its not because of her attitude or vibe towards me. i do need a drink regardless. i don't get a drink. the young woman doesn't answer my question. and the other women staff who are there, don't really seem interested either. as for who the woman is, whom i'm asking about, i don't know who she is. she could be like that Nisa woman i spoke to at 3 bears that time. well, i don't get anywhere with my enquiry. then the dream ends. any comments or questions ?
Dream From Aug 8 '19: the location or setting is that of inside an elevator. where this elevator is, in regards to a building, i have no idea. i step into it, and pressed 52, for floor 52. and i press that number, not giving it any thought. another male is with me, (possibly Matt H) apparently the elevator is see - through, because i look down at the floor, and can see it going up the shaft. thats not alarming at all. it travels fast, from ground floor to the floor i want to get out at. thats rather incredible. other people do get in the elevator and get out at the floor level they press for. the elevator slows down enough, that people can get out, without the elevator not actually stopping. then i get out at level 52. oh, the lift is doorless. well, i get out via the left side of the lift, which, as it turns out, is to my right. i was standing with my back to the wall of this lift, but then again, which side, is the front? as i get out, i climb over a wooden handrail of some steps. well, apart from climbing over the handrail, i certainly got out, the incorrect side. plus, there was a computer desk there as well. and i see that my mate got out the other side, to join some other folks. so, i quickly get back in, before the elevator takes off. the lift goes down, and then back up, and i get back out, again at 52. this time, i get out the other side. again i have to climb over the handrail. and then i can join those folks for a music course. the female teacher apparently forgot about me being part of this group, but she is glad i'm there all the same. yeah, great, good for her. i have no idea who she is. she does ask me, did i watch a show on telly, as prep for the class/subject. and i have no idea what the show is either. well no i haven't. a few of the others haven't either. well, i did try to watch the show, but couldn't because of time (too late at night or something like that). then a piece of white a4 paper, is handed to me by her, or handed to me by one of the other folks. she asks me about the treble cleft and what it does. i speak my answer (whatever it is i say). sometime after that the dream ends. any comments or questions ?
Dream From Aug 7 '19: Dream 4: the location is Newcastle TAFE. i'm in class, or supposed to be, when the female teacher leaves the room to go to the staff room. she has gone to the staff room, with a wheelchair bound student, because the student has drawn a picture which the teacher likes. why not look at the picture, in class? so, i follow them, with the other students, to the staff room. apparently some of the other students can join the teacher and the student. although i'm supposedly not to permitted to join, i do get to see the drawing, through a partition wall. well, i do enter the staff room, but the area that the teacher has, is blocked by a partition wall. and i get a glimpse of the picture. its a (grey) pencil drawing, of some cartoon characters, or of some fantasy characters. i walk away after saying "pffft, is that all?" then the dream ends. why the secrecy? any comments or questions ?
Dream From Aug 5 '19: it is daytime; a bright sunny day, pre-spring. the location is out the front of my nelson street address. i'm standing on the grass, between the footpath and the kerb. i'm looking south, so the kerb is to my left. there is a car parked in the kerb. it could be a black 4wd; i can see the left front and left back passenger doors, from the corner of my left eye. standing in front of me, a couple of steps from me, is Kayla - Rose, the daughter of Stella P. Stella is to my right. both are facing me. the car could belong to Stella, or its mine, or it belongs to someone else. the two of them are already standing there in front of me, so i don't see them arrive. nor do i know prior to this, that they are coming. Kayla says something me to, and then says that her mum Stella, will be hanging out with her boyfriend, after they have visited me. i can see Kayla standing in front of me, but she is very much a blur. i begin to laugh, and then continue laughing, so much so that i bend over forward. and laugh for a few minutes. not sure i say it, but i do wonder, what happened to Cameron (Stella's husband), for Stella to have a boyfriend? then after i stop laughing i look at Stella. she isn't toe to toe close to me, but i do see her face really clearly; her head looks big, even though she is about one step from me. wow her face is so clear to me. and her eyes are green (does she actually have green eyes). she does look younger than her actual age. Stella doesn't say anything. or she does and i don't hear it, or even recall it. then the dream ends. any comments or questions ?
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP Seeing aerial views along a road in the eastern part of Lisbon in the 90s. Seeing the start of the construction of the Expo'98 and other upgrading construction work in some the neighboring areas. I feel nostalgic and amazed and then realize I am not actually seeing this on tv but dreaming and recalling. I am amazed how my mind has stored in detail the images of the roads and landscape as they were before all the changes and modernization. I feel a wish to go back to that time when things were simpler and then tell myself "shut up, it wasn't that good and you'd miss lots of nowadays improvements", but the nostalgia was still strong.
I was friends with Anna and Haley again, in me and Raph's room at night. We sat on the weird chairs watching a movie and I was eating a bag of Welch's fruit snacks, and Anna was talking about how gross she recently finds snacking and how her brain can't equate it to eating food. She uses M&Ms as an example. I say I feel the same way about how foreign Necco wafers are--envisioning a brittle pink one softening and snapping under my tongue. I think about how I'm glad that them breaking off into their own band revived our friendship dynamic and brought things back to how they were in the beginning (only happened in the dream LOL) For some reason there's an inside joke where a person gets pulled up to heaven like a ragdoll by their foot. We each raise one foot clumsily, trying not to kick over the TV, and there's some song from a movie that we sing. And they stand up and we break into some sort of stupid dance, and end it raising our hands towards the ceiling and twiddling our hands, and I envision translucent red strips of light and thin golden threads arcing from the tips of our fingers, to the ground like a fountain, and we double upon ourselves and laugh for minutes straight. ----------------------------------------------------------- It's a wet, foggy, muggy day. Dad and I are walking along the fens on the way to Star Market, but the area feels much bigger and sparser. There is a big white van that drives off the path and nearly disappears into a deep puddle, which we know to be from 'It Follows' (?). He's wearing an article of my clothing (brown pants? fluffy sweater?) and we're laughing and playing hide and seek around the thick trees as we make our way. Then we're walking up a hill towards the brick buildings, with a big concrete wall of a bridge on my right, and I know my hair looks stupid. We get into downtown and the buildings are narrow and crowded like in fallout 4 - there's a bridge overhead that blocks the sky and drips fat cold drops of rainwater. People are crowded waiting to cross the street, and there's small fogged-up windows to restaurants that seem more like glass phone booths. I peek my head over the small crowd as the bus to Hyannis pulls into place, through a thick puddle.
I'm in a multi-level structure that appears to be a very upscale hotel suite. I suddenly realize I'm in a dream, begin flying and trying to determine what I want to do. I fly through the window and head outside. I turn back toward the building a re-enter through the wall into another of the rooms. I begin flying around this area, and then wonder if I can explore a bit more to find a DC to speak to. After exploring this floor and realizing it's vacant, I exit once again through the wall and fly to a higher level. Once in this area, I notice nobody is around and fly to the opposite side of a wall toward where there's a bed which looks like someone is sleeping underneath. I pull the sheets of to see if there's anyone there, but it's empty The dream begin to fade and I make an effort to stay aware and catch a false awakening.I begin waking, and soon realize I'm truly awake.
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non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP I was accused of committing a murder, but was exonerated from the charges. Still, people believe I did it and especially the family of the victim and friends and neighbors, all treat me like a murderer and I feel this constant aggression towards me from people, wherever I go. But to be honest I really can't tell if I committed the crime or not. All I feel is that whomever the victim was, was not an innocent being and his/her family is equally disgusting and unworthy of breathing, so maybe I did it. I still feel a good person and victim of injustice anyway. Also, there is a dog somehow involved in the story and I am happy the dog is fine and was not harmed in the process.
5th June 2021 Fragment: Here at home, with H. We're going downstairs and we get ready to go out. We have some kind of playful tussle or disagreement. (recall was too weak despite having felt very present in the dream, mind wandered after waking) Fragment: Middle or end bit of a dream, first part involved one of my aunts and was in a building. Later, in a town like my old town, sort of sunny but cloudy? I'm walking along the edge of town, slightly higher up than the rest of it which is in a sort of dip. There's a Covid context but nobody is wearing masks or distancing properly. I'm not myself anymore, now I'm a male character and I'm walking outside with this young woman. We're about the same age and we are a couple. We're in the middle of town at one point and it's busy. Someone mentions something about white gypsies and I wonder to myself if this isn't offensive in some way. I'm following the woman, she has a slim build but I can't remember what she's wearing. She bumps into an old lady a bit carelessly as we walk into a sort of square area, the old lady says to her "you'll have to self-isolate now!", in a somewhat vindictive way that implied she'd just passed on infection. As we walk through town we eventually become lost and we ask a middle-aged lady for directions. She shows us the town on a paper map. I try to figure out and understand where our house is. Vague recall but later, after several very deliberately "dream-like" encounters, with recurring characters that appear and disappear at different points and with changing physical features such as a lift that shifts it's entrance, we walk through a dark tunnel. Sort of subway/transit hub-like in style, just an access corridor, but there is no light, I don't recall how I am able to see. We then enter a different room, slightly brighter and kind of large, but still dark and underground. There are four characters here who block us, or have our full attention. They appear like teenagers or something at first and then morph into large and sort of fat orange worm-like creatures, their long bodies are sort of ribbed; they retain some human aspect, a face perhaps. They gloat, as if they'd won or something. One says "the human body is 0.91 grams of sodium. 68% sodium" and the illogical part of the math just passes me by but in the dream I'm so fully in the role of this young man that I don't really think like myself anyway. The creatures imply that we are be feed for something, either them or their master, but this something is small, I feel. Everything actually feels dreamlike for most of this bit, I think about how we (me and my female partner) must be having a joint dream and these creatures had invaded our dream to bring us their gloating message. Eventually they let us go and this idea and feeling passes, especially because I expect some dream-like transition but there isn't one. We go back to our place though I don't recall how we get there. It's also dark and dingy, most of the second half of the dream is. We have to get some things to eat, which we pick out of this small polygonal box. She picks something, not sure what now and it was apparently the right thing to pick, as a character appears and groans complaining about how she made the right choice. She had apparently sussed out that there were certain script-like sigils that had to do with the bad characters. I struggle to pick something myself, eventually picking this odd and partly rusty metal object with a somewhat industrial look to it. It has a bit of that rust converter's purple tinge too. The object has a hex key end on one side and the other end of it widens out a bit; the object is very sharply faceted. I openly ask and wonder if this is the right thing. Seems that it is though and then we are somewhere else. Still dark, there's a table. My female partner is engaged in some activity with her object, maybe firing arrows made of light? She seems obsessed, almost drunk with power or something. I try to figure out what my object does. There's a man here with us, too, he had appeared before in the dream and is some kind of guide, in his fifties or so. I use my object like a pen over the table and it seems to write in ink made of light. I effortlessly make script-like sigils like those from before except made of light. The drawn sigils over the table flash and quickly fade away once they are complete. Notes: - I went to bed somewhat late and I had looked at a few things in the shed beforehand that may have just fed into some of the shapes in the dream, such as the polygonal box and the faceted metal "pen". - I don't recall hearing or thinking about names at any point, even the woman I was with. She mirrored me in several physical aspects but I remember nothing about the character I was, I never saw myself, I simply "felt" like someone else, including physically to a point. - Many of the environmental elements were familiar to the area around my old home, except geological features, which were more like lowlands or short rolling hills. - The worm creatures' physical appearance seemed to be based off flexible ducting type of tubes and their orange was a sort of bright workplace orange kind of colour. - Odd that I felt I'd title the second fragment as "not myself", since that is effectively the (actual) problem mom had just last night. - After waking, most of this second dream did immediately feel very symbolic and story-like. My female partner felt like an anima archetype (especially as she later became apparently domineering), and the character I was in the role of felt like a hero archetype.
Last night I was on a party and the dreams just kept on having the same atmosphere and people from the party. Can't recall that much but remember that there were more people and action. I'm on a bridge over water in the night. Stefan wants me to bake a cake with him. We are looking for ingredients but the eggs seem to be bad. Gabriel and I are talking in front of a big cave. It's still dark.
I was at a sort of boarding school in a big, glitzy European city that reminded me of paris. My friend was invited to a party Indė was throwing, and I tagged along and everyone was sitting scattered on the floor in a quaint apartment with clocks, radiators, wooden walls, thick velvet curtains, and red carpet. Later we were on the way to a musical, sitting in a group of seats moving slowly down a gigantic escalator, like a ride. We were going down a giant, lavish tunnel that led off into the mall, its ceiling decked out like an opera house. Hundreds of tiny lights, giant shiny tassels and chandelier-like constructions, masquerade masks, pearls and more. To our sides were lush foliage and fountains and mall balconies and shop windows. I was sitting in the far back and there was a tall tourist lady sitting in front of me, so I couldn't look down the tunnel, to see where we were going, but I could see into the passing stores as we descended. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It's a long night, and it got dark very early despite being warm and muggy outside. There's a sense of lethal urgency, as if a serial killer is on the loose. I'm in the passenger seat while Luke F drives. He's driving with urgency, on the long roads surrounding the deep western-mass pine forests and lakes. Every window is open and our interior light is on. It casts us in dim yellow and leaves a smeared reflection of us in the windshield that dangerously obstructs his view. Since our light is on I can't see out the windows--it's black but the smell of night and the thick roar of insects from the forest, by the sides of the road, pours in from every side. I have butterflies in my stomach and feel queasy. Every time we slow down I'm reminded that the light is illuminating us in our seats, to everything on these empty roads, and that all of our windows are sitting open. I desperately need to charge my phone and make some kind of call by 10:30--we get to Uncle Jimmy's house and I hop out of the car loudly and run through the door into the living room, once again dim and yellow. There's the same sense of queasiness and paranoia when I look at the black windows and the front door sitting open. I'm pretty sure I wake up before anything happens.
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP Meet a man who claims he got a visit from an alien who kidnapped his dog. Me and my mom and some others come visit him at his place, and he shows us how obsessive he is now locking everything and bringing his other dog and his cats inside. His dog is a poodle and he keeps him tied with a rope, long enough for him to move freely around the living room. He explains the alien was a Vulcan and I visualize Spock claiming he too the dog away for his own benefit. The guy turns into my mom's neighbor, Marco, and he and mom go to the kitchen prepare food. I am in pajama for some reason and I ask to use the toilet to change. Then his house is a hangar. When we gather around a large table to eat, we wear some yelling outside. We check and there are robots outside, one the depressed robot played by Alan Rickman on the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, another one is a bit more aggressive and eats humans and he is demanding a sacrifice. One guy offers to go while the others just shrug. I am shocked and I want to stop it. I go outside and try some distraction. Not sure what, but works and they go away. Back in the hangar we party, we have a ball. I dance with a girl. I see there's 2 guys also dancing with each other and I suggests we change pairs, but they seem ok together and my pair also seems to prefer dancing with me. Turns out she is gay, and she tells me about her wife. I feel chemistry between us and I wonder how she feels about cheating on her wife, even if just mentally. Then there is a play and some dude on a stage is acting a monologue. I find him boring, so I leave for a walk with a few others and we end up on a pool in a park. Only I swim. Another girl is offering some candies to people but not to me and my friend, so we snatch the bowl from her and get a handful of candies to ourselves. My friend feels bad about it but I don't, I feel like she owes me something. The candy girl then wants me to buy a special brand of coffee she sells, but I say I don't have money to spend on it and that I also have a neighbor who sells it too and would prefer buying from her. After we end up at a retro hotel and I start seeing what happens there from the perspective of just a viewer. Some beautiful lady with her entourage is checking in, one of her aides is a deformed woman with a creepy robot doll that talks. There are some famous actors like Tom Hanks as guests and the story turns into a musical with silly dances. Later on there is a dinner at an aquatic room. All the VIP guests wear a jelly mask around their nose and mouth, that allows breathing and talking. I don't know how they'll eat. The room is gorgeous like an underwater cave with seaweeds dancing, fish swimming. Then the person at the head of the table complains he doesn't want to share dinner with a killer who is in the room. Turns out the doll is under investigation for murder. Then I recall this story being from some novel and there being a vintage movie adaptation and I relive it all over again, but in the vintage version. In it the hotel is the same but the decor is slightly more simple. The foyer walls are painted in indigo blue, the deformed lady is not so deformed but has 3 pyramid shaped horns coming from her cheeks and forehead and the robot-doll is played by a real chubby girl with prosthetics. The aquatic room is very similar though.
I'm in town with Max. Our car is by the street and I want to show Max how I drive. There is a weird keyhole in the middle of the car that I try to use but it is blocked by some kind of black stick. I go to the front instead and turn it on the usual way. I drive away and do some backing. Max seems impressed. A 25 year old girl takes the formula car behind mine and starts to drive down the street. That makes it easier for me to park later. I'm in the guest room downstairs naked. I have a pair of boxers that I hold in my right hand to cover myself as my friend walks in. He doesn't seem to be bothered that I'm naked but I feel uncomfortable and ask him to go out. He doesn't want to and I pull his arm behind his back so that he is bent a lot and he hurts. He says okay and leave me. I walk behind the door and dress myself. There is a book on the bed that I start to read. There are a lot of old pictures that I look on. They are so old that it looks as though they have used a sepia filter. There is a picture of a big ball, I thought. A closer inspection shows that it is a fat man's stomach. The next picture is of a doctor examining a woman and a man next to each other in profile.
I had just moved to a big city alone, and there was a big futuristic hospital I wanted to get into. I followed close behind someone as they swiped their ID, through huge, round, white airlock doors. I wandered around looking for friends, and I reached the far, abandoned end of the hospital. There was a decrepit, factory-like room that went down a few stories, and had pipes and metal staircases winding downwards. I looked up and there was a giant hole in the wall, facing a sunny bay and the junkyards of the city. I see now that the hospital is barred by a rusty iron fence. I noticed some alt-looking kids sitting on the steps below and 'accidentally' bumped into them. We struck up a conversation quickly, and one of the cute guys stood up and seemed to like me. The other guy and girl seemed to feel left out of the conversation though, so when they told me their names I made an extra effort to repeat and remember them. The girl was named Linguisa and became angry, telling me to stop repeating her name because it was ugly (LOL) and she didn't like the 'hui' sound. Someone panicked and pointed at the hole in the wall, and one of the behemoth ships across the city at the bay was slowly turning, as if it were looking at us. We could hear the metal groaning across the city. We realized the government knew we had snuck into this hospital. Next came an action sequence that began with us struggling through a porthole back to the main area of the hospital, and rushing through doors that unsuspecting employees had keyed into.
I'm in the back yard and suddenly my cat walks through the gate. Her intestines are hanging from her butt and I suspect that she has done this herself. She walks into the house and I try to walk to her but I can't handle the smell and I feel a warm thick liquid in my throat, I need to puke. I run out and puke by the flowers but I never see the puke. Mom is also present. I'm in some dream and notice it's a dream but I don't want to become lucid because it seems very tiring. I wake up by the alarm (It was just a FA because I didn't set any alarm that night). Someone shuts of the alarm and I resleep.
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