dream fragment

Miles to Meters With Grandpa:

I'm on vacation with my girlfriend's family. Mostly her's, but a few representatives from mine are there too. We are all staying at a large ranch-style home.
Recently I have woken up from a dream and I have my phone out ready to record audio for it.
The dream within a dream I am remembering is apparently a lucid dream, where I noticed my girlfriend sleeping next to me.
She is twitching and making quiet pained sounds. From experience I know this is a nightmare.
After a few tries I successfully wake her up.
So, I want to find somewhere private to record this dream, but there are people everywhere I go.
I walk from the living room, to a hallway, to a den that looks like a room from my ex's Dad's house.
All crowded with people. I make my way outside eventually into the yard.
It's vibrant green, summertime, as typical for my dreams, with some yellow shine effects.
...
I'm in the garage now with somebody that the dream indicates is my girlfriend's Grandpa, but he doesn't look like him.
We're in a car together and parking it by pulling forward into the garage.
He wants me to measure some distance from where we are to the parking spot, so he hits some big square buttons on the dashboard.
There is a digital indicator with a two digit number followed by an "m" for the units that comes onto the dash after he has hit the buttons.
I say outloud that "Ah! That must be miles...oh wait that doesn't make sense...meters!"
I'm worried that I look stupid in front of him...not wanting to embarrass myself in front of my girlfriend's Grandpa.
I ask him why we are measuring this in the first place and he excitedly says "So that we get to hit the buttons!"
This strikes me as odd, so I do a nose reality-check.
I can breathe. This is a dream.
I tell the Grandpa that this is a dream, and he gives me a strange look. Like an "oh shit, you've figured it out" look.
I attempt to transform him for certain experimental purposes, but it doesn't work.


Fragment:

I'm in a mall-like building, in a large diner similar to something like a Coney Island restaurant.
There is a clothing store nearby that, within the story of the dream, I am very familiar with.
It seems that I have worked at this mall for a long time.


Fragment:

I'm with my brother and my girlfriend in the living room. My brother hits my girlfriend. I'm enraged.
I catch her, and then within seconds I've knocked my brother down, without thinking about it.
He tried to defend his action, but I'm not listening. In my mind, he has no excuse.

It's a blue, sunny morning and I am following my school librarian through the city. I don't think she knows I'm behind her. She's wearing low heels and a flared below-the-knee dress with a book pattern on it, a bag on one shoulder and no jacket to cover her wavy brown hair. Cars are driving past while the sun glints on the glass exteriors of office buildings, cafés and small shops are opening up.

We turn away from the main road and down a smaller street. I recognise it; I took a photograph of it once. The street is perhaps poured concrete and is uneven, with imperfections here and there as though it's been pierced with a fork or blown up by a big bubble. Looking down it the buildings shine and seem to merge with the sky beyond, reflecting the blue and the white clouds. At the top is a stop sign: EXCEPT CYCLES.

Some ways down the street she turns and enters through the double doors of a green-blue glass building. Inside the lobby there's a glass reception office, empty, containing a shiny black desk and a window to allow visitors to speak to the receptionist. The floor is that kind of carpet with metal ridges in it. She enters the office and sits at the desk - looks like she works here. But I realise this isn't where I'm meant to be. A crowd of girls in a dark-coloured uniform different to mine spill into the lobby from within to greet her.

I feel confused and register that she should be working at my school. I ask her about this and receive some explanation in return. The thought vaguely enters my mind that I am late to school.

Lately I haven't remembered many dreams because I've lost control of my sleep schedule a bit. Tonight's New Years but I do intend to start going to sleep at the right time again. I've begun studying some lucid techniques and will update my workbook very soon!

Created Friday 29 December 2023

Got some LDs and a few scraps today. Time to keep this momentum going.

Spoiler for Lots O'Words:

Dream 1 - Beach Globe Fall

Several forgotten scenes before this one (something about being in a city?). The visuals were mostly clear. I was in a silver-blue void. By this point, I'd gained awareness. I conjure a hologram of the globe. With it, I zoomed in close to the southern tip of Florida.

I'm then warped in that very location high up in a clear blue sky. My descent was taking me more west than I wanted. So, I flew to change course. As the view of the ground clarified, I see I was approaching an inlet, running north. I doubted there should be a river there. Anyway, I arced to hover over the river, my near-landing creating a trail of acute waves. After several blocks, I slowed, and landed to the eastern side of the inlet.

There was quite a lot of beach-goers at this site, people going to and from picnic areas. Running at super-speed, I weaved through the crowd. I eventually found a building to the east. Entering, I found it was a mall lobby. I walk around for a bit. Some family members popped up, as did a co-worker or two (Claire identified). Among their chatter, I noticed them mentioning some pastries I supposedly made. One of these were large, round chocolate cookies. There was also some kind of rolled pastry. I felt the presentation on the latter was a bit sloppy. Nonetheless, they were all quite happy with the result. I avoided getting too distracted with that, and started making my way out. But before I did, I ran back to them, and grabbed a chocolate cookie to eat. It was very soft, and had a moist, gooey filling. I could see why they loved it. I dithered between leaving, then going back to sample more, before finally committing myself to exit.

Now, I raced westward. As I darted through the land, the environment took more the appearance of sand dunes. As far as I could see, there were no signs of the ocean, buildings, or much of people. It took a few miles before I finally arrived at the glass-wall exterior of another structure. The inside was some kind of public dining area, its constructions warm-colored. Many people were huddled here. Feeling the strong chill of air conditioning seemed a strong justification. Yet, I noted that although the air outside was very dry, it didn't feel anywhere near as warm as it looked; felt about as temperate as an autumn day.

As I glanced around, I spotted Bill, a former co-worker from way back when. He gave a casual greeting, and looked interested to start a conversation. Quite a quizzical encounter, but I wasn't really interested in such distractions at the moment. I slinked back out of sight, then made my way in again. As I did, I noticed the Mountain Grotto theme from Shiren the Wanderer sounding. I hummed along to it, when I noticed Bill was nearby the entire time. He insisted that he tag along. I preferred not to struggle with the dream on this, and relented.

But then, just as we ambled further west, Bill made a very, very inappropriate badwrong touch. Outraged, I pull out a weapon from nothingness, a wakizashi, as it so happened, drawing it as if I were unsheathing something from my left hip. With a single upward slash, I severed this dream antagonist's forearm. He reels back, and cowers, as I wander away. I felt dismay that the dream would produce such a vile doppleganger; I never thought poorly of the guy.

The dream soon began collapsing. I allow this, all-the-while recalling as much as I could.

Dream 2 - Phase Library

No visuals initially. WILD transition in bed, as noted by the deep echoes of the ceiling fan. I try rolling off the bed, but merely returned to where I was. I repeated this numerous times, and even tried screaming at some points for stability/dream control, but the same thing kept happening. This was a bit discouraging. Nonetheless, I kept going at it, expecting that time will be what creates change.

Eventually, I did indeed landed elsewhere. I found myself in an interior of carved stone, sun rays seeping from far above. At each sides were innumerable rows of wooden bookshelves, the book's colorful binidings contrasting the drab surroundings. Then, a tall figure descends from steps before me. He appeared as some type of orc wearing mauve robes, his form as broad as two men.

He glares down silently. I get spooked. Instinctively, I throw an uppercut, sending him reeling back. More cloaked orcs rush to the scene, keeping their distance. They jeer at me in a growling, unearthly language, as they make furious gestures calling for my immediate withdrawal. I realize I overreacted. I give an apology, but, understandably, the orcs were not placated. Still, I was just too fascinated by this site to just leave. I fly above their heads, and zip a few blocks across the endless aisles in the span of a few seconds. From a glance, the orcs remained in place, observing quietly.

I enter a space dimly illuminated with a deep blue light. Otherwise, the layout was like the rest of the library. To my left was an alcove of bare stone. I tried phasing through, but was bumped away. I hovered around the sight, doing my best to barge through any surface. Yet each time, I'd simply bounce back like a bug smacking itself into a closed window. I resorted to turning away and looking back at my hand. This did the trick; my hand was now partially phased through a row of books and its shelf. I forced it in further, and followed suit with the rest of me. I was then tunneling ethereally through grey-blue stone. I expected a warp momentarily.

As anticipated, I soon teleported. I was now at the concave exit of a very tall building, its constructions of grey-blue, a cityscape at the horizon of an early dawn sky. Before me was a balcony under a canopy. As I continued past the exit, I noticed two figures to my right. One was a tall broad figure concealed entirely in a cloak and conifer hood. The other was what seemed a generic anime girl, skinny, saucer-eyed, and with short blue hair. But as I got closer, I noticed she her legs were replaced with the body of a giant spider.

I started getting bored. So, I scaled the girl's size to gigantic proportions, much to her confusion. I jumped up to face level, where I bopped her in the eye in hopes of provoking her. Instead, the giant girl simply whined as she winced in pain. It was obvious she wasn't going to fight back.

Things started deteriorating. I memorized as much as I could as the dream faded.

Scrap Group 1
Something about being in an office building.

Dream about Mortal Kombat 3. Dream re-entry.

Dream 3 - Construct Contact

The visuals were a bit blurred. Lucid dream re-entry. I was in the hallway of a vintage office building, the constructions of polished wood. For practice, I tried conjuring guide construct D with a casual wave of my arm. It came to much surprise when she manifested before me. She appeared over 30ft. tall, her form phased through the site to accommodate as much of her body as possible. I extended my palm to touch her own. On contact, my arm was assaulted with unseen energy, burning and numbing me as if I were struck with electric currents. It was almost too much to bear. But soon, the feeling subsided. My mind became blank of ambition and desire. I kept holding my guide until the dream faded.

(This is from yesterday, 12/26/2023)

Dream 1

I’m sitting on a beach with a towel in front of me spread out on the ground. On it I have an assortment of silverware organized with forks, spoons and butter knives - set beside each other as if they were in a silverware drawer. I also have some painkillers such as Tylenol and Aleve in their bottles beneath the silverware.



Tyler is jogging by me and pauses to let me know that he wants to purchase all of the silverware at $900 a piece and to hold it for him when he finishes his jog.


Dream 2


I’m on a small boat with some other people as well, it ended up getting flooded and we needed to return to shore to empty the water from it. As we’re backing into the shore I notice that we are actually backing up in a large pickup truck and the boat is in the bed of the truck (even though the boat was much larger than this previously)

Under the boat on the bed of the truck is a large plastic sheet with little pouches. A woman gives me a piece of lingerie that needs to go into one of the pouches for some reason so I put it into the requested one.


Dream 3

I’m on a boat again and some of the people there include two women that have begun a relationship and previous to this boat ride did not know each other. They were arguing and the darker haired lady wanted to break up. The lighter haired woman took a closed shell gift that was gifted to her previously by the other woman and broke it on the ground - there were some tiny shell fragments inside it that smelled like pine and she said “So this didn’t even actually smell like pine after all huh?” The darker woman responded explaining how the smell of pine is the combination of many micro-organisms working together and that neither the pine tree nor this shell can completely own the smell of pine.

After this the darker haired woman was hitting on me.


Dream 4

Jesse, James and Rohan are running across little skyscrapers - almost a post apocalyptic sort of setting where buildings are hap-hazardly stacked on other buildings. Half way down the building they are standing on there is a narrow boat jutting out of it. Jesse looks quite old with a long white beard.

Jesse jumps from the top of the building, gains a lot of speed while in free fall and then lands violently on the boat.

It was hard to see what happened when he landed as I was on top of another building quite far away, but I now have access to video footage that was tracking him as he landed, it was zoomed in and in extremely-slow motion.

I scrub the video to the point of impact, I watch him slowly begin his landing on the boat and then his feet land and the force of him stopping so hard begins to pull all of his skin downward fighting against his skeleton which came to a complete stop. The skin on the top of his head splits open and his skin slides off his entire body revealing another version of Jesse underneath from 20 years ago or so - the one I am more familiar with.

James and Rohan on the other hand were still standing at the spot Jesse jumped from in disbelief, James found an alternate path to get down to the boat and Rohan followed.


Dream 5

I’m sitting at a table with a bunch of google next/alexa style devices with Tyler and his family. We’re talking about ChatGPT and notice that one of these devices uses ChatGPT. I talk about having a different model of one of these devices.

One of the girls is talking about just how much she uses ChatGPT. I then mention how going back to one of these normal AI assistants is pretty bad after getting used to ChatGPT.


Dream 6

A lady in her 40’s or 50’s on the lower deck of a boat is unhappy about aging. She speaks about how she wonders if her face will generally look the same from now on and mentions that her co-workers have been complimenting her face recently.

She seems overall unhappy with herself and generally sad. Her husband stands nearby but doesn’t say anything. They remind me of Rose/Rich.


Dream 7 (fragment)

I’m trapped beneath a boat underwater. I seem to be pushed against the hull of the boat, maybe because it was accelerating quickly and I was closer to the nose of it.

I drag my fingernail along the hull and notice it’s waxy. It’s very firm, but it comes across as a high tension, inflated stiff object rather than a wooden or metal hull - even though in appearance it looks like some typical boat material.

Dream 1

I’m standing in a bathroom that has a very large mirror that takes up one entire wall and another that takes up the wall behind me as well.

I’m in front of the sink and notice in the mirror that when I start walking, copies of myself begin spawning behind me - they leave a trail of where I was, the first one spawns in front of the sink when I step away from it and another one spawns for every other step I take - they all mimic my exact movements.

As I retrace my steps back towards the starting position by the sink, the copies of myself in the mirror merge back into me and vanish, until I’m back at the sink with only me showing in the mirror.

I take this as how mirrors have always worked but find it really curious. I begin experimenting. First I put on a hat and start walking, as the copies of me spawn in the mirror they all have the same hat that I just put on. This makes sense.

I went back to the sink and put my hat on the counter and began walking. The new copies of myself have no hat of course. Once I walk until there are three copies of me, I motion forward with my arm, all of the clones in the mirror do the same. I move my arm around as I watch the arm of the clone by the counter and navigate it so it’s hand lands on the hat, I close my grip - it does the same and grabs the hat. I motion as if I’m putting a hat on my head, and watch as the clone does this until the hat is properly on his head.

Now there’s the clone at the sink with a hat on, one after with no hat and me on the end with no hat at all. Weird!

What if I walk farther, causing the sink clone to walk and a new clone to ‘spawn’ again at the sink, will it have a hat on too? I test this idea and the new one that spawns has no hat!

I keep doing tests and notice there are other things that are odd. For example if I just start to sprint but immediately cancel it, the other mirror clones actually sprint for several steps before sort of rubber-banding back to where they should be.

This opens up the possibility for all sorts of other tests to do but I decide to go talk to other people about this to get their opinions.

I go and find Elisabeth and Brennan and as I ask them what they think about all of this it was hard to get their opinions, this sort of thing was normal in their world.

I then find David who is more scrupulous, but to a fault as he can be, he focuses on details that aren’t very relevant.



Dream 2 (fragment)

I’m in a garage with a car in it, I need to use the bathroom.

Dream 1

I’m driving offroad in an old station wagon style car with Tami in the passenger seat. There’s a grassy plateau that seems designated for a destruction derby sort of setting, where two cars enter and just smash into each other until only one works.

I swap out and have Tami drive. She has trouble getting up to the plateau area and accidentally drives into an underground tunnel. We keep getting deeper and deeper, there are constant forks in the path and it feels like we’re going in impossible directions.

Suddenly we find ourselves in zero gravity, floating in a more cavernous part of the cave. Small things are floating past us, a single rib for instance.

Someone radios in and lets us know that there’s a reset button if we’re stuck. Relieved, we press it and we are instantly teleported back to the surface in the grassy, hilly field.

The plateau was like this but larger and not so raised off the ground:





Dream 2

I see views of a large real life gundam mech. I’m getting the information that it was built to handle complex movements and that it’s very robust. The actuators in particular are very high quality.

An example movement happens as the arms take a rifle and it holds it across the chest. A voice is telling me that the actuators can only move once every 20 minutes or so

I’m confused by the great lengths that were taken to make such a high quality mech, yet it can only take one physical action every 20 minutes? That’s too bad.

Now I’m speaking with a certified ‘screw-hole’ glue guy. Apparently he had to go through a lot of training in order to take a glue gun and squirt colored glue into the holes in the gundam mech that had screws to conceal them..



Dream 3

I’m handing over $100 bills to Danny one at a time and counting. After I’m done handing them to him I try to figure out why I’m doing this, it was for my car or something. We both realize I don’t need to be doing this and I take my money back.

Then we see a large yacht parked on a street, it’s white. It had a ‘hood ornament’ - which was actually a full sized car. I notice that only the front grill and lights of the car looked like a mustang I used to own, Danny agrees that it looks the same.



Dream 4 (fragments)

Elisabeth, Johnny and James are over (Tami was probably there too). After we are done hanging out they all leave.

James ends up coming back, apparently he left on foot (he had a lot of gear and backpacks) - he either got lost or the trip was too far for him to make.


Dream 5 (fragments)

I’m in a fancy apartment in new york city. It’s on a very high floor and has an absolutely amazing view over the city. It’s extremely small and narrow though, like 9 ft wide by 20 ft long.

My new espresso machine (which should arrive tomorrow irl) is set up by the window.

I’m testing a VR game that I’m developing in this dream. Using the valve index controller I made it so dragging down on the touchpad causes some haptics and in the game it pulls back the cocking mechanism on a revolver handgun. It feels pretty satisfying and would probably work pretty well irl.



Dream 6 (fragment)

I’m describing how the wireless RODE microphone system works to Elisabeth. Pointing out that when we first got it we weren’t sure how a certain aspect of it worked, but now after understanding it that it’s not very complicated at all.


Notes:

I would like to increase the vividness of my dreams. When I woke up this morning I was fairly certain that I didn't have much for dreams to recall based on nothing really stuck out in my head. Of course after thinking on it for a bit I got all of these dreams to come forward. I just wish they were more vivid more often, to the point when I wake they just jump out because of how memorable they are.

I guess I'm only a few days into working on building my recall back up again so I don't have to be too rough on myself about that. Before these last few days it's been months since I've tried to recall a dream at all.

Dream 1

Jean-Luc Picard was sitting in a chair on the Enterprise in his private quarters and was holding an i-Pad like device. He put it down and exclaimed that there's such a backlog of technological advances that have been made by AI that he will never get through them. And on top of that, all the information he was sifting through was from 10 years ago when he was last on earth - the amount that things must have advanced since then back on earth must be astounding.

I didn't remember this one at all when I woke up, which was disappointing. But then I was reading in the morning and came across a scene which involved a severed head. I thought of the head and then I thought 'Taxidermy' and everything came back to me. This dream was so strange. The second part wasn't at all gory to experience but I suppose it could make some feel queasy.

Fragment 1:

I remember being in a boarding house with classmates from school. The building has two floors and is painted white or grey all over. There are no lights on and the sky outside is dim white, so inside it's shadowy. It's just us here, no host.

My room is on the ground floor and I step outside into a long hallway. The doors too are smooth and white, with pull-down handles. Recessed inside their frames they are dark with shadow. I walk past a pink laundry basket and up the single flight of stairs.

The upper floor is just as shadowy and plain. I pass along the hallway by closed white doors. At the end of the hallway is a dark, empty room with a window on the opposite wall and off to the side a doorless doorway into another empty space. In the wall opposite the doorway are two white doors, and one in the adjacent wall, all closed. I see two of my friends come out of this latter door. They are laughing and carrying a laundry basket.

Fragment 2:

I arrive at my street with a friend from school, we get out of the car. I see that there are two naked corpses, each splayed out face down on top of two cars which are next to one another. One of those cars - the blue one - might be mine, the other is grey. My friend has some reason for these being here. She wants to preserve the corpses so I offer to help her. I take a short scaffolding pole out of the boot of the car and push it into the anus of the nearest body. It enters cleanly and easily with a long part still sticking out. She pushes another into the other end of the body. I'm not clear about this part - in the dream I was sure this was the vagina, but it can't have been, more likely the mouth. But I'm sure it wasn't the mouth. I'm not sure these bodies even have heads. I suppose that's dream logic. At the end of this process poles stick out of both ends of the body, as if it has been impaled.

She asks if I'll help her with the other one too. I look down at the pole I now have in my hand. The pole is dented at the end and has some smudged black marks on it so I tell her it might not be suitable - I'm worried about it causing an infection. I walk up to my house leaving her to finish up on her own.

Outside the open door of my house I stand talking to my mum. She looks out and asks me what that's all about. After a moment's thought I tell her that my friend is interested in taxidermy.

Looking back I can see that both corpses have now been 'impaled'. From here they seem in a sort of spread-eagle position, toes pointed and arms stretched backwards, faces looking up.

Day 14 (Night of Friday 01.12.2023) is too fragmented to merit an entry.

Fragment: looking down a gently lit stairwell at school, sound of girls chattering below.

Me and my best friend from primary school are in a café (restaurant? Eatery?), waiting for another friend who I haven't seen since primary school. It's a small, narrow, high room built entirely of light-coloured planks, roughly hewn. There are large gaps in the wall like floor-length windows, but with no glass in them. I can see outside on a sort of market scene. There's a shop serving lots and lots of lovely-looking baked goods for pretty low prices, I can see their menu even from this far. I don't know what's on the menu of the place I'm in.

We sit at a table - also made of planks, it's what you might find in a hipster café, sideways-box seats on both sides and a white runner in the middle of the table. My friend and I are chatting while sitting next to each other. I look to my left and see a classmate from my current school sitting at a small table, on a school-style chair with a thin cushion, drinking a cappuccino. I go to the bathroom and when I get back she's moved to my table and is sitting opposite my friend. We all talk for a while before she leaves.

More time passes, I don't know how much, but it feels infinitely long as we keep waiting. He's really late. The light outside is still as bright as ever so we keep talking, discussing him, how long it's been, talking to each other.

Finally he arrives. The two of us have almost finished eating (when did the food appear?). He sits opposite, we all greet one another joyfully. For some reason he's wearing a black suit - not the most likely dress for another person my age. I'm delighted to see him.

I'm sad not to remember any of our conversation, since I know there was one. I really need to work on recalling speech! Anyway, after a short time of discussion, I get up and go to the bathroom again. When I return, he isn't here anymore. She tells me that he's already left. It's only been a short time since he came.

"But he only just arrived!"

"Well, you'll see him again. He said to say goodbye to you."

"I wanted to talk to him more. After all, he's my friend, too. And I've missed him..."

The view out of the window is different to before. I can see the back of the bakery shop. There's a bar bending around a corner piled high with giant, glistening canelés and other baked goods to be sold.

I remember being in a place that seems like an American-style cartoon town. Red barns (like Applejack's) surround a small square and wide dusty streets. They are big, each two floors and then a high barn roof. I have a brief image of being inside one of these, on the first floor. The floor was of light wood boards and the room was large and fairly empty. I feel that there were wrought iron spiral stairs down to the ground floor - though those would be rather out of place in a barn.

Outside there seems to be a small market going on. In the square I examine goods displayed on a wooden table. There are other people milling around, as well.

I was in the hotel...again, I came to know this by remembering through dream memory, I've been there before.
It felt more like a level Ive completed already.
For some reason in finland, I was lost in this large hotel, it had all kinds of rooms and halls, it was quite ornate, think 17 century french palaces, but a bit less fancy.
Idk what I was looking for, quests I guess...but I knew that there were layers to that realm and I had to switch by them... at one of the doors I encountered the echoes of an enemy or something hostile that took the form of a man, but it couldnt hurt me now, only saw and heard its monstrous echoes...
I went to some sort of dining hall, there were people down there, eating, while I was up there on some sort of balcony, near the ceiling, that was really high, like 200 meters.
There was a girl there, I wanted to ask her for directions but then I woke up.

Created Thursday 16 November 2023

Got a LD re-entry and some fragments today.

Scrap Group 1
Vaguely recall thinking I woke up from a lucid dream. Lacking memory of such, I'm inclined to believe it was false awareness.

In a very dimly lit space, like a wide basement or something. I pick up a laptop from the floor. I "recalled" buying a new system with one of the latest high-end ARM processor. Got it at a relative bargain at $1k. I watch some videos on multiple windows concurrently. One was clips of Attack on Titan. There were a bunch of purple splash effects for some reason. I spot my bro snooping nearby, much to my annoyance. I minimize the AoT videos and watch the others. These were matches for various Guilty Gear titles, including Strive, Xrd, and XXAC. One had Sol spam Grand Viper. Warp. Another unknown dimly lit place. I'm imitating Grand Viper. I managed to project fire too.

In the kitchen of an unknown house during night time. My niece was working on a school project. There was this light skinned black dude around. Only on waking up do I notice he was the host of Mental Outlaw. Anyway, he helps Jalani with her homework. Later, my niece and her mother (my sister) go out to get groceries. Timeskip again. The project was near completion. I see it's some kind of macaroni art on a cardstock booklet. Instead of macaroni, it's tortilla chips, both the triangular shaped and round varieties. These were arranged in rather sophisticated floral and butterfly patterns. The booklet, when folded, had cut-out city buildings and a radio tower pop up. I was asked to hold the book as he continued his work. He was making the finishing touch, when suddenly, most of the chips slid off its surface. I guess it wasn't as fixed as it appeared. The guy slams the counter in frustration. I noticed a tube of Elmer's glue in one hand, the other covered in the paste. I tell him my requiring a much stronger glue for a similar project some time back. Too little too late, I thought...

Spectator mode. This was some kind of Monty Python (or Python-esque) castaway survival comedy show. This took place at a lost island during a clear day. A barely dressed, stubble faced Englishman wanders off to a swampy area. There, he sees a withered tulip. For some reason, he likens this find to the burning bush of the Exodus. He discreetly collects some seeds. A bald, sunburnt old man in a robe calls out to confront him about this. The first man denies finding anything of value. The old man continues to accost him on the matter. They arrive at a beach of profound green, the shore littered with seaweed. Not far into the deep water was an expansive sand bar. Anyway, the younger man makes a claim that he found tulip seeds at a swamp much further away from the previous area. The old man is outraged, and calls him out on the lie. He then chases the other man into the high waves.

Dreamlet to dream. Dream re-entry into the same island mentioned above. This time, the waves were far calmer, though still congested with plant life. I walk towards the sand bar. I could feel the pressure and coolness of the waves, its briny vapor stinging my throat. Yet, I felt no dampness, as if water failed to stick onto my skin. Once on the bar, I strode on the water out to the greater blue sea. I anticipated some enemy would attack. On cue, a huge saltwater crocodile torpedoed at me from below. I dodged the beast, watching as it jumped over four meters into the air. I leaped after it, and grappled with the animal. I then flew us high up, arriving near the sky almost instantly. To much amusement, the crocodile suddenly changed into a big plush copy of itself. I hurled it far into the horizon. Then, I raised a a pillar of water from below, a cylinder about 1m diameter in depth and standing as high as I was floating. I froze the pillar into an icy pole, and began sliding all the way down. I'd thoughts to phase through, but decided I needed a bigger surface. As I was nearing the water, I thought maybe the sea floor would do? I soon hit the ocean. But, instead of piercing through, I wake up instantly.

I've been lazy about editing my journals for posting so I've got a bit of a backlog now. Four more dreams waiting to be posted - including this morning's journal! Nothing lucid yet but it looks like my recall is improving, so that's good. Perhaps I'd better move on to trying some lucid techniques soon.

I'm abroad in a different city. I'm sure this is some mainland European country, though it somewhat reminds me of English country towns. The buildings and walls are built of large irregular cobblestones while the streets are paved in the uneven way that's so common in Corsica (to the detriment of my shoes). I catch sight of a large set of wooden double doors, black, wide but not as high as those I see in Italy and France.

I'm guided to the house where I'll be staying by two men. They both wear glasses and seem nerdy, I think they are a gay couple. In retrospect, I'm quite sure the two looked exactly the same - that, or I saw only one and imagined the second. The two are friendly and I remember them talking and laughing with me. They have brown hair.

I meet two more people later on. One is a businessman - broad-shouldered, black suit, cold expression and an office full of heavy dark wooden furniture, thick books and leather upholstery. He reminds me greatly of a character from one of my favourite series. I don't remember the other.

At one point, I'm wandering the streets in the evening, light spilling out of restaurant windows which display scenes of people leaning towards one another talking, cutlery resting loosely between gesticulating fingers, red wine swilling about in glasses, unfinished dishes on the table. I can almost hear the hubbub of hundreds of conversations jostling to make themselves heard.

I was dating a German influencer and host, I don't remember the exact details but it was pretty cool

Created Tuesday 07 November 2023

Got a dream and some fragments today. I feel so motivated for dreams again. It's that same enthusiasm I had when I genuinely started LD practices all that time ago. I want to try and maintain that passion, without any baggage of ambition and distraction I've had in that interval...

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Wandering around locally during dusk. There were very different looking buildings in the shopping plazas, and far more of them in the spaces that should be empty. There was also another pond near the intersection. It looked more like a dirty marsh.

Riding around town via public transit during a clear afternoon. Seemed like a lot of aimless wandering.

Playing an MvC2 match. I thought my opponent was an old friend. I was using Magneto, Storm, Cyclops on player two side. He was using Magneto and I believe Cable, with Sentinel as an anchor. The background was The Abyss. I'm sure IRL he's way better at me in this game than I'll probably ever be. It came to a surprise when I not only took the initiative, but that he didn't respond to my fumbling a faux Rom-loop (used medium punches instead of light kicks; shouldn't be possible). I did a bunch of lazy day one resets to keep the pressure going. I finished with a no-confirm thrown out super, which he responded with his own. A silly DHC escalation followed, ending with my Cyclops beating out his Cable. A similar event happened later on. I reduced him down to his Sentinel, which he played substantially better. He got me with some solid Rocket Punch fly loops. I was left with a low health Magneto. More cheesy resets got me the win.

Spoiler for It's a long one:

Dream 1 - Incursion of the Wicked God

Several forgotten scenes before this point. The visuals were mostly clear. I was walking through the hallways of an office tower, the floors green and walls white. Another figure was with me. This just so happened to be God of Destruction Beerus from Dragon Ball Super. He alone was displayed in anime style, contrasting the realistic surroundings. I was supposedly acquaintances with him. Still, I chose my actions carefully, lest I unwittingly incur his wrath. I "understood" that we were looking for a certain food stall. Indeed, we did pass a few kiosks along the way.

"Are we almost there yet?", Beerus asked.

"Yes. It's close."

One stall we were nearing seemed very suspicious. On closer look, there was some faint, dark aura emanating from it. Suddenly, it began to shudder in place. A strange, rippling force roils out, enveloping the God of Destruction before he could respond. Soon, he's trapped in some kind of floating panel, inside of which was an entire extra-dimensional plane of glowing violet. And then, a feminine voice echoes from the other side, cackling in a squeaky laugh. Beerus' eyes furrow into a serious expression. He mutters a name I couldn't comprehend. Whatever it was, Beerus presented them with an unpleasant appellation. "The Wicked God", if I'm remembering it correctly.

"This is my world now!", asserted the chortling voice.

The portal slowly began to close. As it did, Beerus turned to me, his gaze stoic, almost peculiarly relaxed. "Mortal, this planet's fate is left to you. Now run." With these words, the panel closes, and vanishes.

Following sound advice, I turned tail and and rushed to find an exit. I glanced back, where I saw that the evil force was steadily spreading its corruption. Every surface it touched was immediately covered in some kind of pink ectoplasm. On closer look, this had semblance of pulsating flesh, complete with veins blue and red. It was further accompanied by a cacophony of horrible moans, surging exponentially in volume as it drew near. All the more reason to hurry!

After a minute of sprinting, it seemed I'd a good lead away from the horror. Instead, I found that the corruption was approaching from almost all sides. Every visible passageway seemed to lead to a dead end. With my choices dwindling, I took the nearest closed door. This took me to an alcove. By chance, this had a window out. I peeked down, only to see I was miles above ground. How tall was this building?! Well, no other option. Looks like I'm gonna have to jump!

Only a few seconds of descending allowed me to finally see what was below. It seemed to be a bare dirt lot. A decent size for a normal apartment building, but comically narrow for a structure this big. To my left and right, the building's granite-colored walls partially enclosed the lot in narrow wings, these probably having just enough vlocume to fit a room on each floor. Awkward architecture, but that was the least of my worries, as I saw the windows of each floor zooming past me.

"Oh God.", I grumbled. "I'm gonna have to 'Baki' my way out of this, won't I?" After briefly glancing around, I decided that trying to cling on the left wing was a better gamble. "Bye bye, soles of my shoes..." I noticed then I was wearing white sneakers with green soles. Since when did I own these? I'd also some dark colored sweat clothing. Regardless, I'd urgent matters. Extending my legs, I thrust my feet on the wall. I was bounced away a few times, but eventually, I was able to slide down, slowing my fall substantially. Despite all the smoke-hot friction, my shoes made it out intact. Heck, I was equally amazed and grateful that my legs weren't mulched into tomato sauce.

I then found myself dangling on a concrete window sill. There was still a ten story climb down. Quite a climb, yet only a mere fraction of what I'd dropped from. I now noticed a cast-iron fence gating the lot, built all the way to my level. This too seemed nonsensical at the time. At least it would make for better handholds.

I made it down to around the three story level. Immediately outside the lot was a pathway between apartment buildings, all bordered by rickety picket fences that'd long lost their coating of paint. To my right were urban streets. Some retail-under-apartment buildings were visible across the road, a few shops covered with roller doors. Despite the shabby conditions, there was a surprising lack of graffiti.

Anyway, more clambering. I made it to around the second level, when there was a sudden disturbance below. That evil energy was amiss, evinced to the disturbing sounds of tearing flesh. The wooden fences folded, and collapsed on a pile towards the lot. From the debris, a figure steps out. It was a light skinned girl in her early teens, if that, standing no higher than 5' tall. Her blonde wavy hair was cut at shoulder length. She wore a Victorian-era styled dress, colored white and lined in red. This was the Wicked God. Pure evil, disguised in the form of an innocent waif.

"You're too late.", she yelled with a lilting voice.

The girl, smiling warmly, waved and gestured for me to go to her. I froze momentarily to contemplate my situation. Should I attack? Should I run? No. Don't provoke her. It's probably what she expects. Stay calm, do what she says, humor her for a bit. Buy time until you can find a way out of this. Shouting back, I agreed to meet with her.

I continued climbing, if reluctantly, turning my attention to any handholds on my way down. Once there was only about 10ft left, I made a wide jump atop the pile of wooden wreckage. But, the being wasn't there. "Hello?", I called out.

Then, from behind, it jumped at me with a terrible screech. Now, the creature's face was distorted into a horrific countenance. Her eyes were sunken deep into her skull, the sockets and lid peeled inside out. Furthermore, her lips were stretched far past human proportions. Yet, her teeth, impeccably white and straightened, remained normal.

I recoil, and scream. Only barely do I keep from losing it entirely. "Gah! You coulda scared me to death"! I gasped desperately for air.

The spirit chuckles, as her face reverts back to normal. "You won't go that easily.", she responds. That wasn't very encouraging. The girl walks past me towards the building. As she did, I discerned that she wore black leather punk boots. Anyway, she extends her hand at me. "Shall we?" I take a deep breath, and comply. Her skin, pasty, yet not unnaturally pale, was nonetheless oddly clammy. Her grasp was sensitive. So frail. Fragile. Like a withering daisy. Part of me thought I could break her in half, and get this whole matter over with. But deep down, I knew that was wishful thinking. Whatever this thing was, I was only looking at a very small fragment of its entirety. I would've just been snuffing out a tiny spark within an inferno.

She lead me into the nearest door back into the supersized skyscraper. We were met with a u-shaped stairway, constructions mostly of wood. I followed her up. Besides poor lighting, nothing seemed amiss at first glance. But as I ascended further, I noted a faint violet hue. It was the only sign I wasn't in Kansas anymore.

After making it up a level, my captor/host speaks. "Could you help me pick out clothes those kids wore in the 90's?", she asked. "When this is done, I'm gonna do a dance. And I wanna look so cute doing that!"

I didn't even bother trying to find reason in this, choosing instead to fire out my surface thoughts. "We could probably try that now. You know, I think I saw a clothing store earlier. It was across the street. We could turn around and-"

"Mortal,", the waif interjects jadedly. "It would take eons to explain the intricacies and morphology of a nether being to one such as you." Ouch.

"Well, I was just trying to be help. I mean it's not that far..." I trailed off from there.

We walk for a bit longer. Then, the fell deity began muttering a reminder to herself. "Let's see, what did I need again? Black Baptists? Red Priests? Some goblins? Field[?] raiders?" She repeated this a few times.

I 'recalled' one-upping such opponents in previous scuffles. "That doesn't sound so bad", I thought to myself.

The girl glances back at me, as if she'd read my mind. "Oh, and Banko[?] gods.", she blurts loudly, sly grin on her face.

"Yeah, that would do it...", I sighed. No idea what those things were, only that they would spell certain doom. All things considered, I felt quite composed. I was only a bit miffed, at worst.

At the third floor, I'm finally pulled out of the stairway and pointed to another door. The Wicked God opens it for me. "After you.", she implores. I take a deep breath, and step forth.

The dream suddenly goes black. A faint impressions of a hallway lingered momentarily. Before I knew it, I wake up.