Sea of the Unconscious

I visited the guest bedrooms in my house and found some young girls in there (cousins?). They had hidden away a good dozen or so friends of theirs who had run away from home. The girls were hiding in storage space. They begged me to not tell anyone. A couple of teenage boys appeared and they began to harm the girls in the room. Suddenly civil war broke out. I stepped outside and fishing hooks were being thrown around. I was pierced by fishing hooks twice while walking.

POV left my body and entered the house again. A lady in my house was told to rape a man. She didn't seem too bothered by it, but while having sex with him, she saw a premonition of her future daughter dying at a young age--the daughter she saw was conceived during the rape. She sobbed and yelled "My daughter is dead" while holding onto the face of the man she was forced to have sex with. The man had already died.

The dream moves on to a caretaker and the child she is raising. These women are starving. The caretaker gave chunks of her own flesh to ants, making the ants grow big and fat. She told her ward to take the ants and flee the house--the ants were to serve as food during the young lady's travels. The young lady does not wish to leave, but the caretaker yells at her, so the young lady escapes.

The dream moves on to a group of men and a woman. They have been assigned the task of hunting down a man who has fled the house. This man has caught the gay disease. One man leads the others, trying to convince everyone and himself that being gay is not contagious. He does a poor job of convincing his group. Once they leave the house, they come across a flooded building with floating corpses. A few floors up, and there are sex/groping vending machines. They encounter the girl in the group, and while she is distracted by the sex machines, another man comes up behind her and has sex with her. The girl looks at the man and exclaims "Wow, you're really big." The man replies in a deep Batman voice, "Don't tell the Japanese." Apparently he did not want the Japanese to be jealous of him.

My grandmother allowed my sisters and I to stay at her house and watch TV until her favorite shows came on. Ten minutes before her favorite show airs, we pile into her car and she takes us to a hospital. We didn't go inside, we just walked around the grounds. The hospital looked like my old house, and the hospital was next to Barry Street. Barry is my father's name. I was extremely confused for a moment in the dream.

On the hospital grounds an old man was performing a marriage ceremony for two cats. We met up with my parents. My sisters decided to go into my grandmom's car, and I my parents'. I realized in the car that my sisters were being driven straight home, while my parents were going out to Lowe's. Inconvenient, since I had to pee.

I have no idea how I became lucid. I did the noseplug, and that was successful the first try. By that point it was very dark, I thought maybe I had woken up. I tried imaging myself rubbing my hands together—nothing. I was afraid of moving my real body or fully waking up. I decided to move what I thought was my real hands, and rather than feeling friction, they felt tingly. I was still dreaming. I stared at my palms, and I managed to stabilize my dream a little. I then counted my fingers, and there was an extra on my left hand.

I remember also reading text as an RC. I was on a crowded bus; someone had hairy lumps on his chest/chin. I don’t remember what device I was reading off of, but when I glanced at it a second and third time, the sentence that initially made sense turned into nonsense. I decided to float out of the roof of the bus.

I also decided to crawl around the place, it helped a little in stabilizing my dream more. I felt a little bit of sensation on my limbs, but not as much as I would expect. I had to focus on how everything feels in order to feel any sensation.

So I decided to do some metal bending. I did it simply with thought, and don’t do any cool moves with it, so it was not as exciting as I thought it would be. I decided then to fly. I sprouted wings and took off. I couldn’t feel my wings, and had to focus on their movements if I wanted to feel them at all. I felt no air movement while I was flying. I flew around a fort, and I saw some monster decoration on the ground. I saw two other men flying with bows and arrows. I began following one, but then realized that I could summon my fiancé! I saw a portal next to me and threw myself into it, tumbling. I was in darkness again, and rather than stabilizing I decided to wake up.

Most of the details from the dream are fuzzy now.

I was in school, and I had the same science class as two of my friends. My female friend tried to seduce me in my room, but she was only doing it to use me. She was very tempting, but I shied away from her offer. Then someone else accused me of having feelings toward a male friend, even though I'm engaged. I wasn't quite sure how to handle that situation; the accusation was true, but I didn't like him enough to consider ending my current relationship. The accusation was a waste of breath.

I went to my science class, and in the middle of the lecture, the teacher began discussing lucid dreaming. Even his powerpoint slides had LD pictures. I notice how focused the teacher and the projector screen are on lucid dreams, and I am immediately suspicious. I become a little anxious--I think I was concerned that I would miss an opportunity to become lucid--and plug my nose. I can't tell if it had worked or not; I might have been able to breathe through my nose, but my nose didn't feel anything. The previous time, I distinctly felt the air in my nose. I make sure my mouth is closed, and I try the nose plug again, and I feel the air flowing through my nose.

My alarm goes off. I miss my chance to become lucid.

I went to my fiancé's family's house, and they had a Korean horse. I used to horseback ride when I was young, so I took the horse out and hopped on it. It wasn't wearing a saddle, it only had a bridle and no reins. I was comfortable when the horse was trotting, but then it began galloping. I tried to make the horse stop with commands and by pulling on the mane, but the horse was having none of that. The horse leaped up into the air. It jumped much higher than any of the houses or powerlines. I clutched onto the mane, hoping to stay on the horse. The horse continued jumping several more times, and time seemed to slow down when we were high in the sky. Eventually the horse was satisfied and I scrambled off of it.

My fiancé suddenly had a little sister, and she was having her first period. She was very uncomfortable. Her father was trying to hand her a tampon, and I told him that a pad would probably be better to use in the beginning. The father and sister left to go work out the pad issue, and I saw my pet pig, Hamlet, in the house. Hamlet had been transported all the way to Australia for me! He was contained in a ferret playpen. Hamlet seemed to have mixed feelings about seeing me, I'd try to pet him but he kept nipping at my fingertips.

I started reading a book, and it documented conversations between my fiancé's little sister, and the little sister's real life older sister. First they were discussing periods. Then the real older sister brought up lucid dreams out of the blue and related it to periods.

1.
Something about a fluffy/fuzzy kitten. It was tiny. I was in a cabin with friends.

2.
I remember most of what I did in this dream, but I don’t remember any of the transitions. First I was in my room in the old house picking out clothes. Then I was at school, changing into the clothes. Another guy was taking photos and was in the room with me while I was changing. He declared that he had a boyfriend, so he didn’t want to see me change and turned around. Good to know, I didn’t want him seeing me naked either. I tweezed some hair off my chest while changing.

Then I was back in my old house again. Some friends were in the dining room. One was from my first dream. I walked up to him and exclaimed “YOU! I had a dream about you last night!” That sounded creepy. “…Well, you were IN my dream, I didn’t have one just about you….” I informed him about the cat, and he told me “I’m a dog person.” Good to know.

I went outside and there were ducks and geese all over the place. There were also duck heads laying on the ground. I couldn’t initially tell if they were dead or not. It didn’t quite click that a bodiless bird/animal could not possibly be alive. My sister led me around a corner so we could find some worms. She found a suitable pair of worms, with a line of goo connecting the two. They were initially small and bumpy. My sister handed me one of the worms and told me to squeeze the worm gently. The worm was suddenly as thick as my hand, and I squeezed. Poop erupted out of my sister’s worm, and an instant later my own worm. There was more fecal matter than worm. My sister declared, “I win!” Indeed she had. Her worm exploded poop the fastest, and created more poop than my worm.

3?
So I woke up for WBTB and wanted to try WILD, but had a lot of difficulty falling asleep after that. My mind began to wander. I was with a friend, Dani, and she was drawing while sitting on the floor. There was a mirror reflecting her. I stared at Dani and the reflection in the mirror. They were not exact. I stared a little longer. …There was no mirror! There were two Danis. I silently deduced, “This isn’t real.” I walked over to the original Dani and grabbed her scalp with my right hand. It seemed logical at the time. I think I decided to plug my nose with my left hand too? My head suddenly felt like it was spinning very quickly and I became very dizzy. I became more aware that I was in bed.
It felt more like an elaborate daydream than a lucid dream, or maybe a mix between the two. I also didn’t physically feel anything—clothing, Dani’s head, my body. The only thing I felt was the spinning/dizzy sensation at the very end.

I was at my house, standing in a courtyard. We had three spare bedrooms on one side of the house, and a building with three dilapidated rooms out in a courtyard.

I became soaked, apparently it was pouring outside. I went in my house and into one of the spare bedrooms. I stripped all of my clothes off and hopped into bed. A lady friend of mine was in the room the whole time. Whoops! Clothing goes back on. Lady friend’s boyfriend comes in, and we all hop on a train ride. I think I see mountains and deserts?

The scene changed to being in the dilapidated courtyard rooms, and I was no longer a character in this portion. In the room was a man carrying a huge fish (catfish?) and a woman in a dress; the room they were in was as big as a warehouse. Time seems to skip. The fish is gone, and the woman is naked and bleeding. Blood covers her back, and it smears her stomach and limbs. She’s bleeding, but I can’t see any lacerations. The man believes that the woman is an alien, and is trying to beat the truth out of her. He believes that an alien cannot die. He takes a narrow mixer beater and stabs her in the stomach with it, sliding it across her abdomen and it spins in her abdomen, just like how it would spin in a mixer. The lady whispers “I am not the alien. You are.”

The woman dies, and the man is sad. He looks up and notices that the walls are filled with what used to be babies and people. The lady had killed these people with magic, which caused the people and babies to come back to life as non-sentient blob people. The blob people had magical powers, so the man used the blobs’ magic to bring the lady back to life. Once alive again, the lady takes one of her feet, placing her right hand on the heel and left on the toes. She pushes them together, the foot curving so that the toes and heel become close. A few drops come out of her foot. She squeezes her other foot in the same fashion, squeezing a few drops out of the foot like one would do with a lemon. Her foot potion has healing properties. She shares her foot potion with the alien man to keep them both healthy and to give them clear complexions.

I and a group of other people were being forced to competitively clean swords that were covered in dust and minerals. Initially I was using a large piece of wood to scrape the dirt off of the swords, but then the person managing us came over to me and handing me a large hunk of cement to use. It was too heavy for me. Two other men became fed up with the tasks and tools we were given. They hopped up on horses and made their way toward an exit: big, heavy, red wooden doors. Everyone else tried to stop them, but the men barged through.

Through the doors came several dead ladies. Their skin and dresses were white like chalk, and their eyes were slits in their faces with blood flowing out of them. I ran. Few places were safe, so I wound up in another dead and monster-infested part of town. I fled into a building and met a girl. Three monsters had followed me, so the girl released magic to destroy or repel the monsters. She slumped onto the floor, her hair now lank and black. We weren’t safe in the building, so we discussed moving to another part of town. As we talked, her energy and magic slowly came back to her. Her hair turned bright pink. Apparently her hair was a gauge for how much magic she could use, like a mana/SP gauge.

Together we left the building, traveled in the monster and dead-infested town, and came upon a small house to find shelter and food. The house was not in a safe part of town either, but I contemplated whether I should stay in the house. The family was so pleasant to me and my fellow traveler.

NYC:
I took a train to NYC by myself and was wandering around. I sat down on a bench and set down my two books, then realized that I was lost. I did not bring a map of New York, nor did I remember which route I took from the train station. Somehow I managed to get home. I remember something about a car. I realized that I had forgotten my books in NY, but didn’t care to go back to retrieve them. My grandmother was at my house when I arrived, and she cooked me a meal. She offered to give me money, but I declined her offer. My sisters came home after I ate.

Corset Wrestling:
The next dream I was wandering around a mall, and a man came up to me and asked me to take his place in a competition. I agreed, and was given a corset, stockings, and high heels to wear. No wonder he didn’t want to compete. I changed into the outfit, and my chest changed to fit better into the corset. I looked at my chest in the corset and thought it looked different from usual. I promptly forgot about my new breasts. The corset cups were a few sizes too small for my new breasts, so my nipples would pop out if I moved a lot. The strings used to tie the corset went from my left thigh up to the center of my left breast. Since I had to move a lot, the strings would become loose. When the corset was loose, my left nipple would pop out between the strings. I had to regularly tighten my corset and tuck away my nipples.

I walked out to the wrestling ring. I was wrestling against a man in a t-shirt and jeans, while I was in heels and had a spinal fusion to boot. The objective was to push our opponent out of the ring each round. I tried to convince my opponent and the person judging the match that I was actually a guy, but naturally no one believed me with my breasts bursting out of my corset.

Our match began, and I lost the first round magnificently. The next two rounds I became much more aggressive though. I punched, tackled, and elbowed my way to victory. My reward for winning was $100 for each second that my opponent and I fought. I didn’t know how many seconds that was, but I asked where I could claim my winnings. The wrestling organization refused to give the money to me, and told me to wait for the check in the mail. I remembered fighting in this competition before and never receiving any money, but I had also lost in the previous match.

This dream felt very familiar, so I wonder if this was a sequel to a dream I had years ago. That happens to me occasionally, but not very often. I can’t remember when I had the first dream though, so I think that the first competition was just a false memory in the dream, rather than a dream I had in the past.

I had a few dream fragments too. I was watching Game of Thrones with my fianceé and sibling. Then another fragment with an ill-fitting bathing suit.

4/26 Fragments:
Something about being in war with the Nazis. Robots were involved. I had a discussion with a sentient robot about war and the civilians that died. Then I had to prove to some lady that I was engaged.
Note: I didn't sleep well, so my recall was terrible.

4/27 Fragments:
I was at my grandparents house with a bunch of my friends. I found a friend of mine to chat with, N. I took N by the hand and tried to find a private place for us to talk. I wanted to explain to N that I was very fond of flirting, and that I didn't mean to lead her on. The entire house and hard was swarmed with people, so I gave up on talking privately. I apologized to N twice without explaining why I was apologizing. Then I ignored N to play with another friend's hair.

I was in class, and I realized that my final grade was 43%. I was informed that I could redo an essay to bring my grade up. I tried to calculate how my final grade would be affected by rewriting the essay, but found it impossible to do the math in my head.

4/28 Fragments:
My grandparents were dead, yet I could see their spirits. My sister and I stood in my grandparents' house, and my grandmother was standing by us. My grandfather was giving my family gifts to remember him by, and my sister was getting the house.

My sister and I walked to a park, then went out to dinner with our father. My grandfather followed us, but I was the only one who could see him. My father wandered off in a trance, and began eating an invisible object. He was eating one of my grandmom's cookies, apparently his gift from my grandfather. Shortly after, my grandfather approached me and informed me that he didn't know what to give me, so I would not receive a gift. I sulked for the rest of the dream and thought about gifts I would have enjoyed.

4/29 Settlers of Lion King Catan:
I purchased a couple of birthday presents for my friend E, namely a game that was a mix between the Lion King and Settlers of Catan. E opened the game for us to play, and suddenly my vision was sucked into the game.
In Lion King Catan, a small hippo decides how to gain access to the throne. His father is king, but the king is dying. Someone else, C, is vying for the throne though, and is much more experienced than the year-old hippo. I have no idea what sort of animal C is. C bribed someone to have the ailing king brought out before the hippo. The king was a fish, and looked pale and lifeless. C took out a knife and cut open the fish king along his spine. C spread open the fish king, and began scraping out the meat inside the king fish. C ate the meat he carved out, the king fish still alive. The king slowly died an agonizing death. The hippo was too traumatized and frightened to lash out at C.

4/30 Heavy Rain and more war:
This dream reminded me of the game Heavy Rain because of the colors and scenes. The beginning of the dream was pretty fragmenty, with people running around a dark building trying to not die.

The next part I was in a class. I was waiting for a professor so I could take the final exam. The professor entered the room and announced that the test was cancelled, we were being taken to become soldiers for the war. We suited up and were driven out to a battle field, watching the destruction pass by as we approached the action. The truck arrived at the center of the battlefield, and I was handed a metal detector and flamethrower. We were given metal detectors so that when we ran out of fuel for our flame thrower, we could search for more fuel cylinders or a new weapon among the dead in the field. I swiped two extra fuel cylinders, and walked into battle.