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    1. Dirty Dishes

      by , 02-15-2019 at 10:02 PM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      With many things happening in my life currently, my attention has strayed from lucid dreaming.
      It comes and goes in cycles, and I accept that. For the sake of diligence, here is my entry for today.

      It felt like one of the very first dreams of the night. I dreamed one of my roommates, who is usually not so straight forward and blunt, came into my room saying I was keeping too many dishes up here that it needed to stop. Embarrassingly, when I woke up this morning I took what I had down to the kitchen sink.

      Whatever, subconscious!
    2. Overflowing Shelves // Wrong Orientation

      by , 02-13-2019 at 11:17 PM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      I dreamed of being in a Walmart. I walked quickly to an overstocked section. The shelves were packed beyond overflowing with work clothes and gloves. There was barely any room to walk in this incredibly cramped aisle. So much so that everyone had to be single file and carts would barely make it through. Here I took my time, as were others in front of and behind me. I grabbed a pair of gloves off the shelf, noticing a familiar face in my peripheral vision. I glanced at the couple behind me and saw Ronnie, a guy I used to work with at a pizza shop when I lived in another town. As an act of friendliness, I said hello. His response was nothing but gibberish, but I knew he was saying hello back.

      I rushed out the door and tried to find my way to an outdoor class at a vocational school.

      Late, I found a seat. I sat on a metal folding chair in the grass, dozens others around me doing the same. A professor walks onto a platform with a pull down projector screen flamboyantly announces "Welcome to radio broadcasting class!!!" Half hearted cheers echo amongst the people sitting around me. I was definitely in the wrong place. The professor continued with his orientation presentation, but something caught my attention. A man driving a very large fork lift truck down the curving road about a hundred feet away. He probably came where I wanted to be, I thought. I immediately got up and started towards that road. I was going to go where he came from and hope I was going to get to the correct class orientation.
    3. Vague Bad Memories

      by , 02-13-2019 at 05:10 AM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      Last night's dreams are fractured and faded to me now.

      I remember missing the bus AGAIN. This has to be something my subconscious is trying to get across to me, but I can't pinpoint it for the life of me. I was in a rather nice house, and I was female. Not the first time dreaming of being female, but it doesn't happen often.I was changing my shirt, putting on a sky blue t shirt instead of the red/orange one I was wearing. And just like the several times before, I didn't feel missing the bus to be too incredibly urgent. I should investigate further.


      I dreamed of being with one of my friends, L. It seemed like we were in the wrong place at the wrong time. A dangerous asian gang arrived and came into the building where we just happened to be. They took everyone hostage. I remember seeing a could of child slaves, no older than 2. One took off running down the street. I silently wished her luck as she rounded the corner. L and I caught glances. Non-verbally, we said "Well, this is happening... how inconvenient."

      There was more that happened before and maybe after that point but I can't remember. I remember waking up feeling particularly distressed, so I know whatever happened wasn't pleasant.
    4. Megalodon // Parachuter // Ice Mtn

      by , 02-11-2019 at 05:17 PM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      I dreamed of being with Jonah Hill and James Franco. We were all in a canoe in the ocean, about 20ft away from a very small island. I remember the water being so incredibly clear and calm. They jumped out and were swimming while I tossed Ritz crackers into the water. Small fish would come up and eat. Then eventually small sharks came and ate the crackers. I joked about there being sharks in the water, but the guys just joked back calmly.

      I tossed one of my last crackers in and noticed the water below us was quickly becoming darker and darker, almost like something was casting a shadow. Then it started coming into focus. A giant mouth as wide as the canoe full of teeth seemed to materialize below me. This was the biggest shark I had ever seen. The teeth scraped against the metal briefly before sinking back down into the depths, unseen.

      "Guys... GUYS WE NEED TO GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE." I started screaming at them to get out of the water. We all panicked, thrashing through the water until we got to the short, steep beach. A wooden fence blocked our path, but we managed to find footholes and use the branches of a tree on the other side to make climbing over easy.

      "Wait, I need to go back." James Franco said. "What, why??" James jumped down from the fence and grabbed the canoe, pulling it higher up on the shore, where it would definitely be safe from high tides. Good thinking.

      On land was an abandoned mansion. The inside was crumbling and full of old junk. I felt like we had been here before, and I knew there was nothing good to loot. At least not what I wanted. I vaguely remember a small hyena like animal jumping out from behind a pile of junk and biting my ankle. I swatted at it with a broken piece of wood, managing to shoo it away. I walked over to the pile and grabbed and even bigger piece, breaking it in half and letting out a ferocious roar that echoed through the building. I was letting every inhabitant know I was not to be messed with.

      I dreamed of being at my house I lived in through high school. It was one of the coldest days of the year; snow covered the ground but the roads were clean. I was avoiding talking to one of my neighbors because I knew they were the type that wouldn't stop talking. I walked around their house and back towards mine as I heard their garage door open.

      Looking across the street, I saw someone wearing a parachute. They were riding the brutally icy winds no more than 50 or 60ft in the air above someone's house. I was incredibly curious, but thought they were kind of dumb to be doing this on such a cold day. It must be miserable.

      I dreamed of being in a mountainous region in the winter time. I was on top of a cliff that had a rope bridge leading to another cliff on the other side of a 15ft gap. The valley below was only about 30ft down sheer cliffside, and was made into a walking path. I had my camera bag with me and was looking to take a landscape shot. I noticed Native America looking people in nothing but deer skin loin cloths walking across the snowscape.

      For some reason I was considering moving out here. Maybe it was because I liked the seclusive aspects. But knowing that tribes were nearby was a turn off. I didn't want to encroach on their space, and I didn't want any kind of hostility in any form. I packed up and started looking for a way to get off this cliff.
    5. My Ex is Upset *rolls eyes*

      by , 02-06-2019 at 11:45 PM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      Strange dream about my ex. Random details that aren't important, but for the sake of being a diligent journaller, I will write my entry.

      I dreamed of being in a house where someone had just started a girl scout party. I had no idea who they were and I was about to leave, because why would I be at someone else's girl scout party? I don't even like their cookies. That's when I ran into my ex.

      She was visibly upset about something. Still being civil, I asked what was making her sad. She said she heard a rumor about me moving. Typical of her to be upset over a rumor, and such an unimportant one at that. But I clarified. I was just moving to a different room inside my house.

      Just then, a friend of a friend named Tyler came out of nowhere. Apparently he wanted to take my old room and claimed it right then and there on the spot. Which was perfect because we were looking for someone. Strange that it happened so quickly, but I wasn't arguing. I liked the guy.

      I was suddenly in a military hospital. My ex had talked to a doctor and walked off to go to a private room where she had an appointment. For some reason I had a red balloon I wanted to give her. I don't think it was even mine, just something that I knew she would appreciate. She turned the corner and I lost her. I fast-walked down the hall after her, dodging military personnel, nurses and doctors. I ended up putting the balloon in a paper bag for zero reason other than I had it already. I woke before I could manage to find her.

      That's two dreams that involved my ex in the past week now. The relationship ended for a reason, but we have a need to keep things civil between us. I dunno. Left over emotion I suppose. NEXT!
    6. The Underground

      by , 02-04-2019 at 02:22 AM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      I dreamed of being in an underground subway system.

      Everything was dark and run down. Trash, twisted and torn scrap metal littered the area, pushed up against the walls. I felt like I was seeking refuge from something or someone. Maybe some authority figure. I ran into an old friend/acquaintance who was a veteran at being homeless and has lived in these parts of the subway for a while. He agreed to set me up and invited me into his converted train car.

      It was trashed. The car was somehow wedged between an opening that bridged two tunnels. My friend went outside to his barrel fire and began cooking a can of beans while I made myself at home. There were trashed couches and a broken wooden chair up against the wall. Windows were barred shut. I heard the door slam behind me and lock. He was in on it! He wanted the bounty that was on my head! I began smelling gasoline and hair spray coming from beneath the car. The floors were rotted out but covered with mismatched panels of plywood. I looked around for another opening and found an unlocked door that lead out to the other subway tunnel. It opened easily and I began running over the dirt and gravel bare footed.

      Pfft, idiot. He didn't even think to lock the other door to the train car he tried to trap me in.
    7. College Dorm Experience

      by , 01-28-2019 at 11:51 PM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      This was the result of night #2 trying 1g of Calea Z in capsules. I didn't try more like I said I was going to in my last entry, but the results were just about exactly the same as the night before. Read on, fair maiden.

      I dreamed of being at my childhood house. I was getting ready for the anticipated bus to arrive and take me to school. I was rummaging through a cardboard box of my clothes while brushing my teeth. I heard the familiar squealing brakes and release of pressurized air as the bus stopped in front of my house. I had second thoughts on the shirt I was wearing, as I had just found my pink shirt. The bus closed its doors and began driving away. Oh well, I'll just have to drive; it was college, anyways.

      I walk through the front doors of the dorm building and found my room number. It was incredibly small, but there were 5 or 6 other people there, all roommates. I had no idea how we were going to even find room to sleep, but I knew I was fine taking the floor so I let everyone else stress about that (they didn't seem worried). At the time of walking in, I was the only guy. I was very surprised to find out that this college didn't segregate their dorms by gender. I'm more comfortable around women anyways, so this didn't bother me either.

      I recognized two of my new roommates as people I've met in different points in my life. I found a small stack of folded note cards with pages of info on who was assigned to this room (Cue the typical 'reading in dreams' scenario; words were bouncing all over the place). One name in particular stuck out to me. For the sake of anonymity lets call him Scotty. Scotty was a friend of mine in highschool, someone I wish I had gotten to know better. I haven't seen or heard from him since so it got me all excited when I found out we were going to room together. Just as I put the note cards down, he walks through the door.

      We spend a little time catching up, but everyone else in the room seemed to get really bored. I thought to myself, "I'm not holding you guys here for any reason; you can go do whatever, yo." Just then it occurred to me this room was special. I looked out the window to see a bronze statue of a racist confederate general. Some guy who had this room a few years back made it famous by creating memes about this racist statue, dubbing it the "Monument Room". No one seemed as entertained about it as I was.

      I mentioned to Scotty that another guy we went to highschool, mostly my friend, was going to be rooming with us too. He hadn't shown up, unsurprisingly, and I had the feeling that he wasn't going to. The dream faded and I woke up.

      This was the first dream of the night. Just like the night before, I took the Calea Z about 30 minutes before laying down to sleep. It seems like this stuff takes about 90 minutes to kick in. I think tonight I'm going to set an alarm for 3 or 4 hours to try and time my digestion for one of my later, longer REM cycles. Stay tuned.
    8. Plateau of my Consciousness

      by , 01-19-2019 at 06:47 PM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      Two dreams.

      I was in a very large group home for people my age. I wasn't sure what it was for, but it was massive and all on one level. The floorplan was like this: there was a center, wide hallway that was more like a living/lounge space full of couches and coffee tables. On either side, on the other side of a wall, a large extensive bathrooms/locker rooms stretched parallel. The right side was for guys and the left for ladies. (bath/locker rooms are a really common dream sign).

      I had a pet garter snake who had wiggled its way from my hands and escaped. I was running around frantically, crawling on my hands and knees, peering under furniture, sticking my head into the bathrooms, but I lost all track of my pet. I was about to give up as the dream ended.


      The beginning of this one is a bit fuzzy. I remember walking down a dirt road or path surrounded by tall trees and deep green ivy. I walked with one or two other people, female. There was some sense of an apparition that floated above a wooden sign covered in vines. It was almost like just as I looked to focus on it, the ghost vanished entirely. I turned and began running off the road and into the woods. I soon came out on the other side to see a white, two story house and garage sitting on a wide and perfectly flat plateau. No lights were on and it seemed vacant. The sparse grass held an orange-ish glow that seemed to mirror the fiery sun setting in the sky. I walked out onto the plateau and was awe struck by the scene in front of me. The plateau gave way to a sheer cliff that dropped down into a deep and lush valley. The valley stretched for miles before extending up into a mountain range that cut through the horizon.

      I was on the verge of lucidity, I could feel it. I was so captivated. My thoughts sped up. I began questioning everything I was experiencing. The dream ended before I could get much further. I feel if it had lasted longer, I would have broken into lucidity easily.
    9. Train Tracks

      by , 01-18-2019 at 02:51 AM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      A few snippets of last night's dreamage:

      I found work creating custom motorcycles from the ground up. It paid really well, was hard but satisfying work, and the business was really taking off.

      I dreamed about being in a cafeteria full of people I knew. I had loaded my tray up with food from the buffet style islands and found a set.

      I can't remember what I was doing, but I realized I had forgotten something. Or maybe I had just realized that if I had something in particular, it would make whatever it was I was doing so much better. Carrying my backpack and winter coat, I bolted from the building and ran down the street. I cross railroad tracks just as the crossing gate began closing and the bells started chiming, warning of an impending train on its way. I dodged the gate as it came down right next to my head and glanced down the tracks, seeing a moving train unnervingly close. On the other side, I dropped my coat and bag onto the ground and kept running. I looked back, wondering, worrying if I should have kept these items that I thought were slowing me down.

      The translation for the Train Tracks dream is really clear to me. The past two nights I've asked myself a question and have gotten translatable answers from my dreams that have made some sense. I'll keep experimenting and writing down the results.
    10. Dusk Rider // Lockers Upon Lockers

      by , 03-21-2017 at 09:08 PM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      I dreamed I had a light up skate board. My friend Tommy was there along with several other dream people. I was riding up and down this smooth road at dusk. Is pick up a good bit of speed before deftly maneuvering around a few small potholes and pebbles. It was getting late so I was going around telling everyone in the area goodnight, and that I was about to skate home. There were two girls digging through a pantry for something. I knew them, so I said goodnight. I remember seeing a big Tupperware tub filled with small, peeled onions.

      I then remember being in a locker room trying to find a toilet. I wandered around the vast space filled with lockers, stalls, and people changing. I kept my eyes up and made sure not to look at anything I wasn't supposed to be seeing. The toilets I found were at an unmarked coed section. I approached hesitantly, thinking how strange it was that both men and women of all ages were using these six stalls together without thinking anything was out of the ordinary. What REALLY caught me off guard was the fact that the stalls were only half there! It seemed like someone took a chainsaw and very neatly cut off the entire top half of the stalls, leaving them only waist high.

      I went with the flow. I took a leak and left.
    11. Robin Williams -- Swimming in the Lake

      by , 02-07-2017 at 07:04 AM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      I dreamed of being coached through life by Robin Williams. I dreamed he and I sat in a dark room lit by only one ceiling light. We talked like we were good friends; he imparted his vast wisdom to me bit by bit. I felt like I knew him on a deeper level and that we understood each other.


      I dreamed I jumped off the dock at camp and was swimming in the lake. I couldn't touch the bottom and the water was unclear, but calm and cool. I was swimming with someone else but I can't remember who. Possibly Scott. A camper (girl) tossed a ball of some sort in the lake near me. The ball was off white with dimples like a golf ball, but it floated. It was about the size of a grapefruit and had a hole on one end. I swam over to grab it but woke up.

      I can't say I've ever really paid much attention to Robin Williams before so I have no idea what that's about.
      The symbolism behind jumping in the lake is interesting, however. The lake would probably symbolize emotion. The water was still and undisturbed until I jumped in. It was the typical greenish water you couldn't see too far in.
    12. Pillows for Sails

      by , 02-04-2017 at 06:05 AM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      I dreamed of being at a dinner table. Familiar people were sitting around me, but we weren't having dinner. We were just finishing up being briefed on a big game we were about to help lead and play in. There were lots of kids waiting to jump in and play. We were going to use these tennis courts on a hill.

      We were about to start the game, but I was slightly unprepared; I didn't have any shoes! I knew I could do it without shoes, but for the sake of my own enjoyment, I got up and quickly started running down the main road in town to find my car where I left my shoes.

      I had a pillow from my couch in my hand for some reason. As I ran, it caught the wind like a full sized sail. I held the pillow in front of me at different angles until I found the best one. I flew down the road, up onto the side of a middle school building and across the front railing. I managed to stop myself to peek inside. A young boy came out and his father quickly followed. I asked if this building was no longer being used as a laundromat. The man gave me a strange look and told me no. Not for a very long time.

      The wind started picking up, and I said "Catch me if you can!" I slid on my feet down the railing and flew on down the street once more.

      I came across a different laundromat and saw someone I was looking for inside. Chris had just put his laundry in and sat down with a small group of other college kids to start class in the middle of the laundromat. I literally make a grand entrance. Without stopping, I burst into the room and slide Casanova style into an empty space between two people sitting down. Chris takes one look at me and asks what drugs I'm on. I could feel the eyes of every student there on me mercilessly. I shrugged it off. "None right now." I said. It seemed like class hasn't started yet, so I took that chance to ask Chris a question. I woke up.

      Updated 02-04-2017 at 06:11 AM by 10146

    13. Essential High School Reunion

      by , 02-04-2017 at 06:03 AM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      I dreamed of going back to Dover for some reason. I was with some friends I currently have now. I think R was there for sure. We had our own intentions, but those were quickly halted when lots of people I used to know began appearing in the halls as we walked through.

      I ended up having a very small reunion with each of them. It seemed a lot like the Camp Christmas party, where you literally greet every single guest with equal amounts of enthusiasm and joy. I meant it with these guys, though. The one person that stood out from the crowd to me was Mike Thornton. I hadn't seen him in years. At first we both looked at each other in disbelief, but that soon erupted into a bear hug.

      I kept apologizing to R for taking up our time to see all these people I haven't seen in so long. We eventually made our way out of that area and on down the hall. I can't remember what we were doing now but it seemed business related.

      I also remember something involving skateboarding, but no other details can be recalled.


      There's also a very foggy and unclear bit of dream I remember. I don't know if I was lucid or not, but I remember feeling as if everything was my creation. Like I was in a sealed off world inside my head. Time seemed to go by slower than usual dreams. I felt like I was engulfed in my element. I was so at ease and felt so in control (or so at ease I felt no need to have any kind of control) of whatever situation was going on around me.
    14. Walkie Talkies

      by , 11-14-2016 at 12:40 AM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      I dreamed of you again last night. It had been a while since the last dream of mine you inhabited. I'd nearly forgotten about you. Well, not forgotten entirely. I had just put you on the back shelf and turned off the light. I had gotten used to you not being on my mind anymore. Which may have been for the best, because it seems all you bring me is pain and frustration. At least, after my dreams fade and I wake up.

      This dream was a little different from the others, but not much. I remember we both had walkie talkies. We took turns talking and saying what was on our minds. I soon found I couldn't hold back anymore. The dam I'd built couldn't hold the weight of the water I was holding back. In a flurry of verbalized, raw emotion, I let it out. I held down the button on the walkie talkie and told you everything. How I felt my life was falling apart. How I felt alone. And how I loved you so incredibly much. How I cared about you, and worried about you, and felt so disconnected from you. And how it all felt so hopeless.

      And finally when I was done, I let my finger off the button. There was nothing but silence and static.

      And then I heard you crying softly through the radio. My relief was overshadowed by what I knew you were going through. Or rather, what I could only guess. I wanted nothing more than to be with you. I begged and begged and begged whatever higher power that could've existed right then and there.

      And suddenly you were before me, lying on a bed. Tightly curled into a ball of surrender, quietly crying. I lied down next to you and hugged you tightly. I felt your frail body, and your cool yet warm skin. For the first time ever, I cuddled you. I held you as close as our bodies let us.

      The dream faded, but the memory and the loneliness remain.
    15. Vacancy

      by , 09-08-2016 at 04:38 PM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      I dreamed of looking at a map of a section of a town about the size of the town i grew up in. I recognized how some parts contained different groups of people and why. How they had a little bit of racism within them and how they segregated themselves. There was a long stretch of road running alongside a river that cut through the town. And a nearby mall or walmart or something I recognized that as a very white neighborhood. Possibly very trashy and racist.

      I woke, but fell back asleep later.


      I dreamed of driving a van down a street in a neighborhood of houses being worked on. I believe it was the neighborhood I saw on the map. I was masturbating while I drove. The few people I saw were going in and out of their houses, working on them. I stopped in front of a vacant house with the door open. I walked inside. I observed the dimly lit, empty rooms and the scattered paint tools, and patchy walls. I walked out and found a nearby bike. Yellow with curved handlebars. I continued down the street on that. I didn't see many people. The ones I did see were busy working on their house.

      But a man walked into the middle of the road, about 30 feet ahead of me. He stood right in my path and watched me. I instantly didn't trust him. I slowed to a stop as I neared and he immediately greeted me. He told me to follow him as he walked down the road to my left. I did. We walked through an aluminum gate and started passing signs advertising a street festival. There were rows and rows of merchant tents and food carts, all with brightly colored toys and items. However, the streets were empty. I thought to myself, Maybe they would have had more success if they actually marketed this to the entire town. I don't remember seeing any posters or flyers.

      He began speaking but I can't remember what he said. He casually walked over to a stand, took out a necklace of plastic flowers, (a lei is the traditional Hawaiian name) and put it over my head. It caught on my bun, but he quickly figured that out and fixed it. I vaguely remember some of the other residences wearing these. The man had also been wearing one. I don't remember too much after that.


      I dreamed of being a fair. The sun was setting and creating such a beautiful scene, silhouetting the ferriswheel and creating the illusion of burning golden mountains with the shape of the clouds just over the horizon. I watched this happen and soon noticed people scrambling with their cameras, running in front of me to get a better view and grab the picture. I had thought about my camera but quickly dismissed it. I was perfectly fine enjoying the moment.


      I dreamed of being on a very large snowy mountain. I vaguely remember thinking something along the lines of "What if I lost a cat up here?" It was as if my vision was on a drone moving up and to the right. I saw everything from its perspective. I became smaller and smaller as I started seeing the landscape around me, beyond immense. Everything was snow, steep rock, pine trees. The landscape changed and shifted as I saw more and more. I finally got to the summit after a minute of flying upward.

      I thought about how I would try to find the cat. How I would hike as far as I could for days and days. Calling its name. Trying to avoid the attention of animals like bears or mountain lions. I thought of how futile it would feel, but the reward of finally finding and saving him. And then I thought, What if he just went right back up the mountain? That would make a good children's book. If they want to leave, let them leave and accept it, sort of thing.
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