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A classroom - another person and I are teachers there, but I’m aware the situation isn’t real without having identified it as a dream. Rather, I think of it as a story we’re making together. After some time eliciting answers from students on a certain topic, I think that we’ll need to pause and discuss making notes for each of them and their backstories as they become established.

There are some third-person scenes featuring the main character of possibly the same story. It’s like the beginning of a new plot arc. The dream shows an older mentor character with the two protagonists on a hill, a place they often go. Some kind of shadowy, inky blackness comes out of him and into them, and it’s shown heading from them onto a world map on a bulletin board. The blackness covers the entire map before gathering in a single spot that seems to be located approximately in the center of Texas. A pin moves to mark it, going all the way through the board. The protagonist girls are puzzled when they return and see it there. The board seems to be in one of their rooms.

1.3.25


I am in a large building with an industrial vibe, alone. I’m exploring this place in a deliberate way, almost as if it were a video game. There’s no sense of any immediate threat, or anybody or anything else around, but I’m still keeping a close eye on my surroundings.

At the end of a hallway, I find a sort of utility room behind a door, and a staircase to the right takes me upstairs, where there’s an electrical panel in a location directly above it. I examine the panel. I know I have to disarm the security system to get any further in, but it’s going to be tricky. Once I get started, I’ll only have a limited time to finish, and I’ll have to be going back and forth between here and the room downstairs. It’s already getting late, so I figure it'll be better to come back here tomorrow instead of trying to do it now.

5.3.25


A place similar to the one in yesterday’s dream - speaking with a man, something about him going to retrieve my body if I die there.

6.3.25


It is a foggy day, and I’m going to use it as an opportunity to sneak into the yard of the neighbor across the street and see what’s there. I’ve heard all kinds of weird rumors about it, and the area back there looks very interesting on my maps. (Why do I have maps, you might ask? That’s a very good question….)

It is a unique-to-dream setting, and I start by flying to the top of an extremely tall tree in the front yard. The branches are bare, as if it’s still early spring. I figure they’re less likely to see me if I enter like this, from above. I fly across and land in back of the house. From there, things get a little unclear - lots of conversations with strange beings that are back there. But there’s definitely something off about the whole place.

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I’m on board a ship. I start out on the deck - I think there may also have been some parts before this - and go inside, where I almost immediately find the person I’m looking for, who seems to be loosely based on a musician I know but haven’t seen for more than a year now, J. We go back out, and I ask him about routes that we can take to our destination. We actually seem to be in a city waterway, so there are buildings and other ships visible around us.

J tells me about the first route, which seems to be through some kind of a narrow pass. He indicates the direction it’s in. Even before he starts describing the other, I know that’s the one we’ll be taking, even if it is almost certainly the more dangerous of the two. We’d have a tailwind all the way there - it’s too good to pass up.

14.3.25


I am in a grocery store - yet another one, with another unfamiliar layout. It isn’t all that familiar to me in the dream, either. I’m looking for some crumbled pecans for a recipe but am having trouble finding any. I check back again in the aisle that the entrance of the store led directly into, since that seems like the most likely place, but still no luck.

While this is going on, some employees of the store are trying to get everyone there to join them in singing sea shanties, apparently as some kind of obligatory fun somebody somewhere thought up. And they really seem to be enforcing participation, so I join in, but it’s distracting me from the pecan search, so I stop again to focus on that.

Eventually, I figure that they must just not have any pecans, so I get a bag of almonds instead, figuring those will also work.

21.3.25

Skyshake
Love old lyrics. Dance the storm. Learn to suffer thunderous things. When clouds collapse and sun spears shine, reclaim the world and kiss the sky. "See the lights!" she cries. Above golden hour and scraps of grey slither rainbows of northern serpent rays. "How do you say it, in your way? They shake the sky?" She asks. I answer. We both welcome the heavenly end.

I Love You
Can't comprehend the whispers. The words should be warm like a burst of sun some snow blown day. There is only a chill. He sings again, again again but still there is only chill. Finally he screams, "I love you, idiot!" I spread a mile wide moron smile, spin, and walk away. There is more warmth to be found in the wind on a winter, new moon night.

Untie-able
Floppy shoes. Sloppy feet. Can not get anywhere. Walkers and scurry-ers surge around the boulder I become. Attempt to tighten laces but they are slippery, shifty things refusing to be knotted.

Twenty Third

Dream Webs

Wake.

World is dark drenched. Not a spark of light to guide. Leaden limbs slog. Twitch. Struggle. Surrender. A familiarity flutters, a swell of ethereal moths. Is this a dream? Or the dream before a dream? Slip sideways through webs of space...

"Dreaming... "

Allow the slip. Embrace the fall. Darkness parts. Land, lucid, in the lightless hall of my dream spun home.

"Dreaming," I announce to all. Wave a hand gently through the webs of the wall. Push through. Through. Through. Fall.

Wake.

this is for a writing reference purpose
Anyone had an experience you are lucid but still was not able to control your dream
like you are lucid but all of sudden a creature killed you even when you were lucid and was able to control

So I think this morning's dream is a sequel to another dream where I read a "Peter Pan Spin off" where Captain Hook was originally dead, But someone came back to Neverland(?) claiming to be him. There's a character(s) that don't believe it's him (the rest of the characters believe it is him all of these characters believes or not are Lost Boys ) but by the end of the book it's revealed to actually be Captain Hook.

So the actual dream I'm in a building that seem to be a cross between a church and a live theatre place. For the first half of the dream I'm just going around and around the church/theatre where some of the other characters are having band practice with "Hook" on the stage downstairs. I'm not sure where in the dream I started thinking or if this character in my dream, already thought "Hook wasn't Hook because Hook is Dead" before I entered the dream. After accidently ending up ion the attic space of the church where there were a couple of other people but these were based on classmates of mine from high school in real life, I then go back down and I mean really down and I grumpy left the theatre part of this building. But I was thinking "at least i never took band or orchestra class in school" At the theatre door (the one that leads into a lobby)-someone was trying to play the banjo but his heart wasn't in it. I forgot to mention "Hook" is wearing a mask similar to Death Eaters from Harry Potter

I'm not sure if time passed between that and this next scene, But I'm like at a pharmacy or drugstore part of this very weird building and it's a kid (a blonde boy) running the drugstore including the drugs and they have like candles next to him but they aren't working. The person in front of me says something to the effect that "its great to have Hook back!" and that makes the candle light up and the kid is like "I have to disapoint the candles again." Then it's my turn, and both me and the kid are both complaing about people thinking Hook has returned, and I say an outburst somewhat like this "Hook can't possible be Hook, Hook's dead have anyone forgot that?"

The next thing I know after that outburst, I'm fighting with "Hook" and he says stuff I don't remember and I don't even know how I'm fighting I'm assuming a sword at least and I don't even know where I got it from, it like just appeared in my hands which I don't really see in this scene. I can tell I'm fighting because of how I'm moving kind of like in climaxes of Disney moves back in the old days. In the middle of the fighting my dream self is thinking "This is like a book I read recently" and my dream-self mouth opened and says that.

I think in the end, like in the make-believe book, "Hook" is actually Captain Hook

Just a couple dreams. Been working long days.

Jamie

I was at a supper table with Jamie and some older woman. Her mother. Jamie was quiet but seemed to be looking at everything I was doing and she was smiling every time I said something.

I was getting up a few times to get something from the cupboard? I had a small half dried piece of drywall mud. It sounded like it was chiming or ringing. I said I thought the sound was like hearing partials when tuning unisons on a piano. I was asked to explain what partials were. A partial is a harmonic that a note hits. There's an octave partial, a fifth, second octave and so on. Why tuning pianos is so hard is that good tuners tune unison s to hit at least 4 partials. If the 2 strings sound pure but the partials are wavering, it's not pure. I was explaining this when the dream ended.

Scary house

I was driving with Scott and Yves. The guys who ripped me of when working for them last month. We were heading from Canmore. There was a turn off with a big snow drift. They took the exit. I was panicking that we were going to slide off the road. But we didn't. We seemed to be following a blind couple in a station wagon.

The road wound up a mountain. We came to a big house. The guys said it was abandoned and that we were going to spend the night there. The blind couple was there along with other people who kept coming and going.

I was alone in a room. I kept finding pictures of normal looking people. But after a few seconds a demon face would appear in the picture and a creepy voice would speak. This happened a few times.

I'm glad the Jamie dreams are consistent.