11th The Hand A hand gently wraps my sleeping ankle. This is a dream. Find the calm. Let the hand lift and land where it will upon my phantasm flesh. Ghost hand glides over genitalia. Wake. Locked Sit up in a stranger's bed. Frantically glance for the ghost hand. It was just a dream. A little lucid dream. Flop back to bed. Sleep paralysis crushes. Find the calm. Through it shines lucidity. Lucid but locked, "Wake." Too Early Sit up in my own sleeping realm. Reality check. Not a dream. "I will remember these dreams. I will be lucid soon." Lay. Inhale. Close my eyes. Wisps of light like a spiral galaxy shifts before me. "I'm dreaming." I whisper and open my eyes. Sit up in bed. "I AM dreaming," Shadows see me smile. Arise. I will fly. Denied. Recall a goal. Denied. Walk through a wall into abandoned night. Look for a tree. None. The scene shivers. It is too early. Sleep is shallow. Must sink deeper. Drift down into the dark. Cross legs. Close eyes. Attempt to anchor into the scene. Instead, I float. Softly drift in the weightless dark. Hold my position. A thought occurs. Do I drift in dream space? Or am I still and dream space drifts around me? A wash of vertigo. Wake. It was too early in the night.
11th Market Madness Creativity is magic. Venders display their wizardry. Now comes introductions. One young wizard weeps and runs. Stop the world to seek him. At the back door lumbers a man, face half hidden, gun in hand. Bar the door as best I can. Announce the coming threat. The world scatters. Shelter neath shrubs. A second gunman joins the first. They flee. Wizards reconvene and discuss safer spaces. A man, as Caucasian as can be, rants stupendously that the white race is the ruin of the world. Sky Tidings Storm clouds stalking. Outrace the rage. Halted by the serene shores of a mirror lake. At its horizon two suns set in harmony. "Take a photo! This is a rare atmospheric phenomenon," I cry. Kayji shoots. Behind us beams a rainbow of vertical stripes. "Get that too! This is even rarer!" She shoots again. Night is a jolt. Upon the lake fireworks dance as if ordained by a certain grey wizard. Reflections upon the lake make double magic. It is enough to wipe away the worry of scourge and storms. + 3 Little Lucid Dreams
Updated 02-12-2025 at 02:25 PM by 101265
either accidently or purposely i don't remember but i looked at my hand and had 1 extra finger but i couldn't move it. it was paralyzed
From the 9th Gafar The world is strange. Sentient colors, succulent laughter, sensual scents of food and drink ebb and flow in festive tides. The extravagance is too sweet for souls as bitter as this. Wander away from the fabulous fray. "You have been challenged to a duel," a twitchy man greets then twists into the crowd. Give chase through worsening worlds and into the belly of a trippy brick beast. Cheerers roar aside. Behind a table I abide. The other door belches wide. In spills a bloated beast of a man. Recognize his local celebrity face. Gafar. Before any words are laid Gafar waves his arms, thrusts hands my way. An invisible bus slams into me. Fly backward through the doors. Shock stings stronger than pain. Stand and charge into the belly again. Clarity shines. Know without knowing that this is a dream. Wave my hands. Spin. Thrust palms at Gafar. My invisible strike is soft. His laughs heartily while he force whips me up into ceiling and then down into the floor. The earth shakes. There is no pain but the sting of shame. Stand. Inhale. Serenity. A river rises into my feet, fills the hollows of my bones. "You will win this... this is your dream." Acknowledge the absolute truth. Lift my hands. The blimp of Gafar bobs into the air, limbs swinging, voice singing with rage. A grin. A nod. A flick of my hands. Gafar crashes into brick and slops onto the floor. He deflates like a softly stabbed balloon. "This is my dream," I proclaim. The crowd rocks and roars. They boo and hiss. I smile and proclaim again, "This is my dream." Two men burst from the crowd, "Come on!" I am captured and carries along. "She's coming. You have to hide!" Pride tempts me to stay. Curiosity bids me go with the flow. The pair lead me back to luxury. Crush ourselves into a closet. Then comes a distant clicking. And then a clacking as her heels rage closer. Curiosity boils, overflows. I must know! Step out and straight into her path. She is Gafar's sister, all pretention and wrath. "How are your teachers?" she purrs through the wickedest wrench of a grin. "Fine," is all that can be said. It is the only word left in my head. Her shark smile spreads. She twists. She clacks violently on her way. My closet companions, now a trio, cheer the confrontation. I am only caught up in confusion. "This is my dream. What did she mean? What does this mean?" Try to find her again but am lost in the scene.
Jamie A flash of Jamie taking me to a bedroom. She said I could sleep there and that it was a safe place to sleep. (Seems to be in response to a few nights ago, my toxic family started yelling late at night. This after last week not sleeping after my drunken co worker decided to use me as his verbal punching bag right before bed) I must say thanks. Creepy realm Long and semi vivid dream in places. I was in a very strange place. Jamie was with me sometimes, and sometimes not. You'd enter a room, turn a corner etc, and the scene would completely change. Every scene and room gave an eerie vibe. One room had disabled people with grossly mis-shaped heads. I had a slight urge to kill everyone in the room in frustration for getting lost. I back tracked only to wind up in stranger places. At one point I seemed to be outside and came across some clouds on a dark street. The place looked bright, like some people imagine heaven. There were small children or people there. I asked them if it was heaven. They said it was until the Angels abandoned them. I briefly remembered I once watched the entirety of "supernatural" There was a heaven in that show, but god had abandoned the angels. I wondered if this dream was connected to that show somehow. The people said they were cold and to light a fire. All I saw was incense sticks. so I lit them. I said it wasn't quite a fire. They said that this was the hottest fire to them. I was like: I can build you a real fire. I had some fire wood somehow and some kindling. I went to search for some rocks to make a pit with. I was on a street looking for some rock gardens or something. I wound up by this temple made of hardened mud. I began taking the mud from there, but the little people said I was violating a most sacred holy place. They chased to attack me but I ran around a corner and... Was in a strange hallway. I turned another corner into a room and some people in the shadows of the room were staring at me funny. I back tracked and was somewhere else. I was in some lobby area with lots of people standing around. I asked them how to leave this strange place. Someone knowingly chuckled and said that they wouldn't help me. Later I was with Jamie by a river with someone else. We both were trying to figure out how to leave this strange place. woke up. The Jamie voice was saying she was having nightmares or something. Back to sleep. Jamie 2 I was in another creepy place that looked like the Esther staircase area in the labrynth movie. I saw Jamie running on a landing. I called out to her, but she turned into a room. she seemed to be running from something or desperately trying to leave the strange dream realm.
This dream took place in my childhood home. People from the government were in my living room and I had some trash I needed to discard. In an attempt to toss it in the trash, I accidentally threw it at one of the government workers, a shorter blonde woman. Immediately, she turned around and said she was going to kill me. I asked her if it was because I was trans and if she really thought I was evil and she said yes to both. Cut to me in a black van with her and another blonde-haired stockier white woman. I saw them driving towards a lake and that's approximately when I realized they were trying to drown me by driving in there. They got out of the car and swam up to the surface, failing to lock the car doors so that I could drown properly. In attempting to leave the lake, I was grabbed by the arm. In another part of the dream I was being treated without humanity. Several people entered my room, escorted by one of the government agents, with the intent to rent it out. This I believe is inspired by the fact that at one point when I was still living in Sacramento, A family was invited by the landlord into our house while we were still living there with the interest in purchasing it. Most of the people called me He and treated me as an animal that was simply inhabiting the room they intended on living in. I tried hiding my face with my phone so as to perhaps avoid being clocked as trans, but I suppose by then the mass dehumanization of trans people had already happened. My first thought was "what the fuck? How am I gonna make music and art or have privacy? This is deliberate psychological torture". Most of the potential renters left and the person who remained was a white dude with pink hair and a scraggly, brown beard. He still treated me like a subhuman creature, but he gave me attention and a degree of dignity despite still misgendering me and let me snuggle up to him while he was in a chair. I begged him to not let them know too much about me as by this point I had already confided in him far too much. He said he could try but he seemed incredibly hesitant, perhaps a queer person trying in vain to appeal to the regime. I became desperate and tried putting my arms around him and right as I was about to close in, my eyes opened and I immediately woke up at 5:30am to my empty room in the bay area that I reside in now. While this dream is an encapsulated snapshot of my current issues, such as my anxiety about trans genocide and fascism, my attachment and trust issues, and my trauma surrounding being poor and abused by capitalism, it was also, in retrospect, kinda fucking hilarious in a lot of other ways. Like dude at least lock the car like what the fuck. Who taught you how to kill trannies? All in all, reflecting on this dream makes me feel more hopeful about the future and reminds me of the fact that while I definitely know we're gonna suffer, the american empire will absolutely collapse in my lifetime, even if they get me in a year. An empire collapses every 250 years.
10th The Taken They depart, giggling and glowing like the spring. To the base of the mountain they fly to meet virtual dreams in real life. They vanish. KayJi's phone tells that she is six hours to the north. A flood of panic. A cry to deaf police. Where to begin to find the lost before their end?
The 9th Singer Settle into the safety of bed. A stranger face slips through the curtains of my window. His break and enter lullaby does not send me to sleep. Still, I let him sing. Hypnagogic -Too many cars crammed in a driveway -A sea of cheerleaders -A solitary small child runs down a dark snowy street -"Don't you know?" someone asked. I turned to see who -To someone familiar of face I say, "I know you from waking life." One lucid dream to be added later.
i'm not having lucid dreams dispite doing multiple reality checks and i've tried incubating my dreams and that doesnt work either
I'm discussing the commute of a work colleague who recently left the firm. We're discovering it was much longer than we had initially been told. I was imagining him driving for all that time, sitting in traffic for hours every day. What would that be like. Jean is showing me footage of the Police, pointing out how cool it was that the audio synced up with the video during the drum solo. I'm at someone's house, a friend of J's. There's a large collection of video games, specifically N64 games, but many of them are mods of Super Mario 64 (like ones people have made online of the game, but in physical game form, with pictures on the cartridges). There is an argument between J and this unknown friend. There is a woman here at some point (combo of Jam & Am) who identifies my bracelet as some form of awareness for something, and we join hands, intertwining fingers. It is a charged clasp, with feelings mounting. Matriarch turns up and comments on the clasp, saying we are playing a dangerous game... An upstairs bar, a combo of lodge room, Barney's, and that one in Bellingham. An event took place and we are leaving. A growing feeling of distrust for J, but still going through life together.
I'm visiting the Pioli's farm house in Snohomish. But it is now a vast landscape with rolling fields of green and many ponds. It's extremely well kept and exceptionally beautiful. It is bright and sunny outside, beautiful to the point of being surreal. There may have been horses or other animals present. What a scene, like looking into a moving, elegant painting. This was a pleasant dream with very warm feelings.
I'm heading down a gravel road on foot to Ty's house. It's for his birthday party. The house is unfamiliar. People are sitting around the kitchen isle as ambient music is playing. It is eerily quiet for a party. I'm climbing up the side of a high cliff, with no gear. An old school friend is flailed off when Kai lets him loose (maybe pushed?) near the top, and he splatters on the hard ground below. The body is twitching. It's a more gruesome scene than I'm used to seeing in my dreams. I note here that in my dream, my uncertainty of whether he was pushed off the cliff or not is quite prominent. I did not know what really happened, and that fact is very memorable and seems to be of some importance. There is some discussion of student loans, navigating a classroom, trying out different doors...
A half demolished home. An Ordway-type figure dances amongst the rubble. Matriarch questions why I care about her dancing, I say she's beautiful.. Melody P comes to the door as I'm lying there in the half demolished home. She's looking for matriarch. I lie back down, relishing the last few moments before the home is completely gone. My vacating there is a combination of recently leaving my South Pasadena apartment, and the destruction of my old family home. 10 years apart but one and the same, in this moment. A second scenario. I'm in a cubicle farm, many people clogged together. It's dusk, remnants of sunset still linger. There is talk of some UFO or weaponry overhead in the night sky, but the talk is light. In a different room, a terminal emulator is portrayed on a large projector screen. It doesn't at first register to me that it's the same one we use at work, and because of that I find it more interesting and modern. Then I realize it's the same and the fascination fades.
I don't remember the beginning of this dream so skipping to the middle-ish, i was with my sister and a friend she had the girl had darker skin almost like an indians skintone it wasn't dark dark but it was kind of dark but my sister was friends with her and the girls mom didn't like my sister so they couldn't be friends anymore and i was really sad about this and the ending was kind of like a movie where me and the girl said our final goodbyes and we were really upset it was sadder than it sounds this is not a girl i know irl btw
The 8th Brightness Faces are friendly. Laughter is warmth while we sit within the east. Sky grows heavy. Clouds fill with ash as they rage in from the south. Rush away home. Here, sky is unblemished. Tiny blooms dot the lawns. Crystal, streetside rivulets run. Walk with Jaytee to where love still lives. World simmers brighter. Lend him sunglasses. Stroll along singing a mirthless song, "The futures so bright we gotta wear shades."
Updated 02-09-2025 at 01:45 PM by 101265
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