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    1. Lippy

      by , 08-31-2024 at 08:28 PM
      Lippy
      Success found in Auto Sales. It is not the success Ken and Jay desired. Next move? Be fired. Shifty hearts and shady lips smother merchandise with a million kiss prints. Sit back. Wait for the blaze.

      Snappers
      Water runs rare. Turtle dens bared. Pluck encrusted shells from dreams and dust. Locked in torpor, they are typed, tucked, filed. Time trips. Heaven cries. Waters rise. Entice the eyes of the sleeping to wake and thank their saviors. Instead they rage, revile, snap. The gored deliver the gorers back.

      Respite
      Sister begs for a scrap of respite. Though we see and feel her plight she is unpermitted all repose.

      Updated 08-31-2024 at 10:27 PM by 101265

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      non-lucid
    2. Chimes

      by , 08-30-2024 at 06:37 PM
      My dream priority for last night was to be immersed in healing spaces as I've caught the flu, I think.

      Hypnagogic sound: A voice close to my ear slowly whispered 'Mom'.

      Chimes
      Riffle empty drawers, for what? Poke through empty cupboards, for what? Slink through little lightless rooms, for what? Outside, shy bells giggle. Smile and step out into the shade of a weeping tree. Leaves trembling, tinkling chimes. Inhale a thousand songs.

      4th Dimension Stir Fry?
      Blocks of green, white, orange, and purple hiss and stir. Some twist, deform, disappear. Reappear in a shimmering wink. Where do they go? There loops a soundtrack to accompany the languid sink into insanity. Cotton Eye Joe.

      So, if I consider these dreams, I'm possibly being told I need sound nature, healing chimes, vegetables, and hillbilly music?
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      non-lucid
    3. Effortless

      by , 08-30-2024 at 12:19 PM
      yet another lucid dream! i find it quite interesting that its only after stopping actively trying to lucid dream ive been able to. i was slow to journal, and thus didnt manage to record many details, but i realised i was dreaming after meeting a LD youtuber, & realising he did not prompt me to perform a reality check.
      once again, this dream was quite a blurry one. ive heard that "your dreams are never blurry, its just your memory is poor", but i ca attest against that. it was blurry, and in the dream itself that frustrated me.
      another interesting pattern ive realised in my dreams, is that 'my' love interests are always women, despite the majority of my partners & crushes being men. perhaps i should learn some more of the lore surrounding this dream identity?
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      lucid
    4. Short dreams

      by , 08-30-2024 at 05:07 AM (MoSh's DJ: The Best Dream Journal in The Universe.)
      Jamie 1

      Dreamed Jesus woke me up in a false awakening. He had his hand extended, I took it and he led me to a closet. We opened it and I side was a white coffin. We Got Jamie out of the coffin.

      Okay, what is it with dreaming Jamie is in a closet or locked in a box or coffin? Very common themes lately.

      Jamie 2

      Flash of Jamie making out with some girl.

      Okay, getting tired of dreaming about that.

      Last night:

      Had kind of a rough night with her voice. I was thinking about the past again too much causing me to split bad. Had trouble sleeping for a while because of it. But we talked about it. Jesus wants us to give a lot of grace to one another. I'm getting there. I'm just worried if it bothers me sometimes - if we start talking again, I hope she is willing to explain some things from time to time. In order to settle the issue and move on from it quickly. I wouldn't recommend a giant discussion of the past in one sitting though. Might do more harm than good. Like we learned in school about earthquakes, better to have small quakes to alleviate the pressure instead of a giant destructive quake.

      Children

      Had a dream I saw something about Jamie online. She had a blog post where she had all these children. Asuka took me to her place. Jamie was there and another adult, I don't know who. Jamie was not looking at me at all. I decided to leave and at the door Jamie smiled at me. She looked tired.

      Uh oh. I guess I better be more careful from now on. I think Jesus has told us both to be really careful with one another.
    5. Carving

      by , 08-29-2024 at 02:59 PM
      No dreams recalled August 28th.

      This morning:

      Carving
      Capstones, last minute carved, all around. Invisible in a corner. Mind a flurry of light and languages. Hands a flurry of anxiety fed ingenuity. Completion. Success. Breathe once again.

      Magicians
      Trails of broken bodies. Voracious politicians and self seeking spellcasters are the guilty. To a train station they are tracked by detective magicians. Battle. Bullets and left glamour against the trio of wizards right. In the end the world knows none the better as politicians conjure concealing lies.

      Updated 08-29-2024 at 03:37 PM by 101265

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      non-lucid
    6. Unwoven

      by , 08-27-2024 at 02:10 PM
      Unwoven
      Caught in a cob web of tripwires woven. Some self spun. Most laid by illusions labeled love. With painfully soft caution, pace. Suddenly she slips through. Accusation. I am the spidery which kept us caught? I think not. We become unwoven. Life is lucidity.

      Forgotten dream. Typed out two dreams at 1:45am but it seems I forgot to save them. Or perhaps I wrote them during a false awakening? Must remember to reality check when writing. As I wrote there was the strong sensation that I'd been lucid but could not recall the dream.
      !Remembered when I started reading other dream journal posts!

      Dream Maps
      Ethereal rovers design four dimensional maps. Upon them we place stars where we are and where we have been. In secret slits of space and time lie dream views. They are the beyond. But our stars will not set or slip through. Strange discussions. A man, draped in centuries of stars, stands, "Share not the spells spoken in dreams. Share not the spells cast here." We vow silence. Set our stars.
      -I believe this dream was born out of the envy I felt reading the dreams of someone who dreams of other dreamers. There were many dream viewsers in this space and it WAS beautiful.


      Moved
      Fledglings released. Beloved and I take flight. Touch nothing. Move nothing. Take nothing. Escape to fresh spaces and faces. Here the earth sighs eternal Indian summer. Hide in a single story house in which several stories secretly unfold. Sometimes windows are doors.

      Updated 08-27-2024 at 02:41 PM by 101265

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      non-lucid
    7. August Dream Dump

      by , 08-27-2024 at 10:42 AM
      I didn't realize this website had a dream journal section, so I'm going to dump some dreams I had since my first post. There was a very eerie coincidence related to the dream I had on 8 / 5, so I'm going to summarize my dreams since then in case I lose my physical dream journal somehow.

      8 / 14
      By the time I can remember what was happening in the dream, I was sitting on the side of a bed at some random couple's house as they were having a whole domestic drama on their bed. I think when the dream was forming I was walking through a house, and sat down, and then the place I sat down in changed into a bedroom. The wall in front of me, once a hallway, turned into a wall with a closet door, and the empty space beside me turned into a bed, and the people appeared, and I just thought "What if they find me here? How do I explain that?".
      Eventually they do find me, and wonder why I'm in the house, and suddenly I'm lucid and I'm like, "why am I dealing with this? This is my dream, I call the shots!" I boss them around and the wife doesn't listen but the husband is following orders. I was going to leave the house with them to go somewhere, I can't remember, and the wife doesn't want to do anything with me, probably because I'm some stranger who just materialized in their home, and started telling them what to do. There was a really weird moment where I was trying to take control of the dream, and it was doing that thing where it would fade out on me when I try to force something the dream doesn't want, which would usually lead to like 6 false-wake ups, or just real waking up unless I stopped trying to force the thing, but this time instead of either of those happening, there was some weird close ups on everyone in the scene frozen, and there was some background character targeted, like the camera basically kept focusing on him, and there was some weird speech about how management wasn't happy with his results, that he was losing control, and if he couldn't get things on track he'd be replaced or something like that. The pale person flashed for a second in that scene. Then I was in the city and trying to find a dress to wear. I knew I was lucid and wanted to force a dress shop but none of the stores sold dresses. I was running around trying to force it and nothing I wanted to happen would happen. Eventually, I woke up.

      8/18
      Not a dream, but this is when it happens. 13 days is the length between the two events.

      8/19
      I dream about sneaking into a mansion on a tropical island as some stealth mission type thing and trying to kill somebody with a fork, which was very difficult and didn't work well. My response after waking and writing in the dream journal is basically, "I have no idea what that was about."

      8/25
      Another vague, violent dream. "Last night I dreamt about killing some people. I don't know who, how, or how many, but that's about all I can remember that happens". I think that was the same night I was scared to close my eyes for too long before going to sleep, getting spooked by shadows and silly stuff like that, like when I was a kid and would think all sorts of silly things, especially nightmares, like the ones where the two figures would try to lure me out of the house, and then I'd realize I was dreaming and the bright room would turn into darkness and shadows all the sudden. However, me getting scared that night probably had more to do with the weed than anything. And I guess the painting I made on my door doesn't help either.

      That's all I have from since that one dream, I didn't write any other entries. I might go back through my dream journal and keep track of any dreams that may have lead up to 8/5. I really wish I'd kept a dream journal all these years, but I think the most recent one I have was back before I left my hometown, and honestly I don't think I'm ever opening that thing again. It was because of that diary I never wrote another one until recently, which is fair because I partially used that diary to perform a psy-op on myself. But at least I've had one for the past 3 months.
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    8. What?

      by , 08-26-2024 at 11:51 PM (MoSh's DJ: The Best Dream Journal in The Universe.)
      Nothing too crazy lately. Jamie's voice seems great, especially early mornings when I wake up and fall back asleep a few times.

      Can't remember every dream.

      What

      Some woman by a playground kept talking to me. She was kind of annoying but she kept saying I was going to have a daughter someday. I was protesting a bit saying that the only person I could ever have a child with seems to have a serious problem with talking to me in person. The woman kept insisting and started sounding convincing.

      Jamie 1

      I'm walking down a street. Jamie is kind of Chibi but not animated, she's walking behind me with a Large Bible open.

      My comments on that: I've no idea if what my dreams are telling me is the truth. If Jamie is a new believer, and if she has long term intentions with me, my advice is to wait before joining a church. I have a lot of problems with modern Churches. Some can cause extra trauma. Or many are hypocrites. Some denominations are cults like: Latter day Saints, seventh day Adventists, and Jehovah's witnesses. Just study on your own and wait until we are together and then we'll figure it out on our own terms.

      Dog

      I was with my dog and saw a giant Cat approach him. The cat tried to attack my dog but he threw the cat off him when the cat lunged at him.

      Jamie 2

      Dreamed Jamie was at a park. The same woman from my other dream. She kept convincing Jamie that she was going to have a daughter. She brought Jamie to a swing set where a girl not much older than a toddler was sitting on the swing. The woman told Jamie that this will be her daughter. Jamie looked amazed at the girl. There was a weird song playing. Strange.

      I'm very wary of any person in a dream that gives prophecy. Speaking from experience, they rarely come true. The lady never identified herself in dreams. Hearing a song could be a song spell. I'm going to see if Raven can help me look into this....
      Tags: cat, jamie, park
      Categories
      non-lucid , side notes
    9. Lucid: Winter Wander

      by , 08-26-2024 at 05:45 PM
      No dreams remembered on the morning of the 25th.
      This morning, the 26th

      LUCID: Winter Wander

      Sunbathers scattered across summery sands. Lake, shimmering cliffs and vales of ice. Sprays of mist spew upward from the sheen. Refracted sunlight shifts into ghosts of geometric shapes. No phone. No camera. It is uncaptured.

      Scale rugged ways. Up here the world is chill. Run the ridge of a deep plowed trail. Far below, specks of children play away the day. Thin ice sheet reaches opposite ridge. Run back and forth. Each step a crackle. Scolded. Retreat to ridge. Run with the wild ire of a foal set free.

      Waterfall roars right. To behold it, people stream down iced cliffs. Friend follows their current. I refuse. Run my ridge and reach an uncle's home. His house overflows with children. Help him herd them until the sky grows bruised.

      Where is my cliff crossing friend? Lost? Fallen? Fractured? Dead? Fear. Cousin accompanies into snow and shadow. Dunes stand deep. Slog and seek. Fear spirals. Spirals. Spirals. Peaks. Not even dancing moonbow magic shifts the sorrow. "It's okay. The aliens got him. He's alive out there, somewhere," Cousin reassures. Aliens? Fear? Sorrow?

      A stealthy finger through palm. "OH! We're dreaming." Declaration unacknowledged. Cousin is gone. All are gone. Wander on. Search for other dream-swept souls.
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      lucid
    10. The Falls

      by , 08-26-2024 at 05:36 PM
      Non lucid dreams from August 24th


      The Falls
      Speed a desert highway. Road switches to stream. Nearly drive off a dead-end, a waterfall roaring down into a misty eternity. In the shallows laughs little cousin. Brother, despising any hints of happiness, shoves her. Both fumble to the edge. Cousin dodges. Brother slips. He slides and grips for dear life. All souls see. Not one soul shifts to save him. Mother's sings wasted threats.

      Round Room
      Round rooms sweeten whispers. I dare not speak. Sneak through throngs of artists, poets, and players. Spiral through a sea of bold, bright vitality. Don't want to contaminate them with the dim shallows of my soul. I am found. Cheered to sing until my song silvers with molten full moon grace. This IS my place.
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      non-lucid
    11. Johann

      by , 08-26-2024 at 01:04 AM
      Man do I miss Dreamviews... warmest greetings to everyone here, old and new! I recently had this high-level LD which featured my good friend, dreaming partner, and virtuoso LDer Dreamer and I was inspired by her recent DJ entry to post one myself!

      This dream took place on August 3rd, 2024.

      Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

      Lucid #3??: Johann (August 3rd, 2024)

      I’m walking through a tunnel underground, and it reminds me of a dream I had earlier where I bumped into a guy, a black man, late 40s dressed in a suit. I see him up ahead and wonder whether my other dream was a premonition! I feel a rush of excitement.

      But then as I’m walking toward him, someone else bumps into him, some other guy in a suit. The man apologizes and they begin conversing. I wander away, feeling a little confused. Was I supposed to be a part of that? I walk up a ramp toward a rickety old elevator, and a young guy signals me from inside. “Hey,” he says, “I think I can help you!”

      I join him in the elevator. He’s a fair skinned guy of about 20 with chin length blond hair. He says his name is Johann, that he’s friends with Dreamer, and can help me figure out what’s going on. He tells me he knows that I’m confused and can help me get it sorted out.

      The elevator takes us into a vast, circular stone chamber, elegantly decorated but dusty and abandoned. A spiral staircase wraps all the way around the sides of this chamber, twisting up to a shaft of light above.

      I start slowly making my way up this staircase but Johann races ahead, sprinting on the wall itself at incredible speeds! I shout something like Good Lord! in disbelief. He pauses about halfway up and looks down at me. I tell him that I’d want to do that in a lucid dream and explain that I’ll be working on a lucid later on when I go to sleep. The thought of lucid dreaming prompts me to reality check, so I nose pinch and breathe right through! This seems crazy so I do it again,
      and now I am LUCID!

      I take off after Johann, trying to wall run, and I am just ok at it, more bouncing along the side like a balloon than moving like parkour, but even amateurish lucid wall running is still lucid wall running! I then start cheating and just run straight up the wall. Johann still beats me by a mile though.

      I emerge in a supermarket, and Dreamer is here! (Johann is gone.) We greet one another with a long, full hug, and afterward I tell her that this dream feels different, really stable, and that I think we have tons of time. So let’s explore the supermarket and try to figure out where we are!

      At first we talk about whether it’s the supermarket from when she and AnotherDreamer visited but we quickly spot lots of differences, so no, this one’s just ours. It’s very long, almost seems too long to walk, and it’s divided into an area with aisles and another area with hand-placed shelves featuring non-grocery goods like antiques. As we’re walking past one display, some part of my dream body catches on a shelf and pulls it down, smashing pottery and making a huge racket. I feel quite lucid and unconcerned about this causing any real harm but do feel a little clumsy.

      We keep wandering aisles and so much of it is canned goods like meaty dog food, things that will be extremely unappealing as a treat or to offer as a snack! Ah good, now we’re in the chocolate aisle! I grab a pack of Reese’s peanut butter cups for myself when I see it, wonder whether
      Dreamer likes these. Are they vegan? I can’t remember! Can’t seem to read the label very well. Ah, here is Hershey’s special dark. I’ll bet these are vegan and I know they’re great! I offer her a pack and she says thanks but she doesn’t like dark chocolate. I am skeptical that this matches waking life but no worries, doesn’t matter!

      Dreamer says that we should go outside to our ride. Out the automatic doors onto a seaside street, the morning misty and cool. There’s a streetcar waiting here and we hop aboard. I talk with Dreamer about the dream so far and about Johann, ask her whether she remembers anyone like that. She says there’s one guy with a fuzzy beard who is maybe a little like that but that he is not very adventurous and quite unfit.

      We talk about the dream itself, about REM, about how long this could go on. I speculate that there might be a 2 hour maximum for a period of REM. Talk about how locked in I feel. The dream is extremely realistic -- I even feel the nervousness of making sure that I'm being interesting and not obsessing about boring subjects to
      Dreamer! There’s even just a tiny bit of detectable anxiousness in her as well, just the slightest amount, like a waking life interaction, something usually absent from dreams.

      She says that the next part up ahead is going to feel dangerous but that we’re perfectly safe. That there’s something that has to be done. A young Corbin Bernsen climbs a short ladder and mounts up on some sort of ballista behind a shield. The streetcar trundles past a hulking old wooden factory labeled The Dog Factory. Corbin Bernsen fires the ballista, spraying the Dog Factory with a scattershot of bolts that collapses the roof! How does this weapon even work?

      I assume that this place was doing something terrible like making dogs into food, and don’t worry about it too much. I also assume it was empty. I can sense a dream plot building up, and as the street car pulls into a dusty, abandoned building with a small group of likable paramilitary rebels out of central casting, I see it continuing here. Everyone looks cool and relatable, clean, relatively young, more like a Hollywood version of scrappy rebels.

      Dreamer has vanished now. As I converse with these rebels I learn that they all consider her to be not the leader but an important senior figure. I talk about how this is all part of a lucid dream that I’m having and that I can teach them lucid powers to help with their cause. I try to teach them parkour and get caught up gushing about how much better Johann is than I am! I show them how to float upward, claiming to be really good at this, but then can’t stop, and float high into some kind of bell tower!

      Jon Lovitz is here and I tell him about lucid dreaming as well. I prepare a little demonstration where I will ask him what he had for breakfast and then make him say “waffles”. But instead, even though I will him to say waffles, instead he says “lunch!” I laugh, tell him this is a great Jon Lovitz reply and that he’s a funny guy. He tells me that he is always happy to help the cause. I move to float away and explore more
      as the dream ends.

      Updated 08-26-2024 at 03:50 AM by 57387

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      lucid , memorable
    12. Digital Lucidity

      by , 08-24-2024 at 11:32 PM
      i had another lucid dream, finally! this time was very brief, ive fallen behind on my Retaining Lucidity practices. there was no real trigger for it, interestingly. i broke into a house and poked around, accepting the odd furniture and the fact that i wasnt sure what i was doing there. but the moment i sat down at the computer, everything just clicked. i thought 'huh, thats pretty cool!' and figured id try to get the computer working as it would while waking, but while messing around on there my lucidity faded fast.
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      lucid
    13. Tomorrow Is Another Day (NLD)

      by , 08-24-2024 at 09:44 PM
      I managed to get a working wbtb this time, somewhere around 6:00 a.m. It's been a difficult week, man. Faulty AC, hottest days of August. Climate here is supposed to change come next week. Hopefully the worst is behind me and I can return to a normal set of days were sleep is easy. I should've remembered more dreams but I think rest had to catch up to me with night after night of sleep deprivation. At least I slept well today.

      Dream 1: I dreamt about... a coach? Some new coach for a football team. Damn, I can't remember a single thing written here on my phone. It says here the coach used to get more lucid? He spent time visiting dreams like watching players. Yeah, sure. Whatever.

      Dream 2: Two monkeys competing for who had the longest and best dreams. One thinks he had a larger flight than the other, that he can get lucid faster too. I also remember watching a movie inside a theater with close family. Superman, Flash and the rest of the DC heroes travel using their powers across the city. It looked pretty cool in hindsight.

      Who knows when I had these dreams. I couldn't recall much but wbtb had a very strong influence nonetheless. Almost all my dreams had something to do about dreaming or lucidity. I did take 15-20 min. practicing MILD before returning to bed. I woke up two more times in the morning. I could've, wait no, I should've done more wbtbs but it is what it is. I really wanted to be fully rested today. Tomorrow is another day as they say.
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      non-lucid
    14. Lucid: Seeking. Storming. Serenity.

      by , 08-24-2024 at 06:02 AM
      Dream post 4:30 am after cat zoomies woke me.

      Eyes refuse to see. Limbs refuse to stretch. Familiar gritty feeling prompts a pointer though palm. Dreaming? We are particles woke too soon. We will not solidify. Behold sketchy, backward hands. Universal snore rips us further into pieces.

      Wake.

      Chant dreamy charms. Misted curtains shift. I am in bed. Thoughts outside my head. Snap back. Roll. Feet slap floor. "I'm dreaming already?" Finger through palm and... yes. "I'm seeming to be dreaming." Step. Particles again. Wobble in and out of this specter frame of flesh. Pull it together. Dreaming. Dreaming. I am one.

      Slink through sterile, soul-less rooms. Lean on a wall. Fall through to something new, a mall. Introductions to one and all. Ignored. Only acknowledgement by a twig of guy spewing carnal propositions. "I'm Sweven. Lucid. There are better things to do than sex." "Like what?" I shrug.

      Move along. Goals. Where are my goals. None. Mind swims with base desires. Seek some soul to know. None. "I'm Sweven. Dreaming," I remind this world. Cast for a curvy girl with hints of gothic grace. She blooms from rabble. Her eyes find mine. We greet with lips. No. She is far to fair to bring so low. Farwell. She falls away. Create my own satisfaction. Breath takes me there. Softly so as not to slip awake. Sigh. Shut out the world.

      Alone with storms and whipping weeds. From irate sky ropes rip down and dance as double helixes. They come. Raging. Roaring. Ragged souls. Fear finds me. Quick finger through the palm is calming. "Come. Do it. I'm Sweven. Dreaming," I sing to the storms. The ropes surround, cocoon around. Collapse in from the sky. Rain of tangled snakes. Swift shadow.

      Lucidity lost. What farthing is this? Wade through gold, rolling green, sweet serene. An offering of bread. I am welcomed. Wander free to find my place amidst holey hills.
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      lucid
    15. Fragments

      by , 08-24-2024 at 01:14 AM (MoSh's DJ: The Best Dream Journal in The Universe.)
      Still only remember flashes. It's been a year now since I've seen Jamie up close in that store. Oh well.

      Animal

      I encounter a giant cat like a cougar or something on the street. I was scared at first but it turned out to be friendly.

      Jamie 1

      Flash of a sex dream...

      Jamie 2

      I'm in the black space again. Jamie flies towards me with a jetpack or something and lands beside me. Was she playing the new fortnite season?

      Jamie 3

      Another naughty dream. In this one she uh... Made me kiss her bum. Well, whatever it takes to keep her in my life this time. Haha.

      Hope to have more detailed dreams next time.
      Tags: cat, jamie
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