dream fragment

Dreamed that I was preparing to go to some kind of cookout/horse race. I got out the pans for the cookout and they had not been cleaned since their last use when fish was cooked. They were dripping grease and were pretty gross. I was going to ride a motorcycle to the cookout but I had to do some maintenance on it like change the oil. My father was watching and he tried to step in when I spilled some oil but I told him I could do it myself. There was also a part where I was shopping for horse supplies. It seemed like I was planning to ride a horse in the race. Once I got to the race, I was not riding in it. Lots of people were having accidents and falling off their horses because someone had laid the track out in a circle instead of the usual oblong shape.

Also, had a dream where I was getting ready to go to a costume party. I was planning to dress up as Frankenfurter from The Rocky Horror Picture Show. I was trying to do a google search on my phone to find a picture of him but I kept mistyping his name. This “trouble using technology” has been a running theme in my dreams and I would like to transform it into a lucidity trigger if possible. I was also having a very hard time deciding what to wear. I had the white face paint on and I kept trying on different shirts, being careful not to mess up the face paint. There were other people around doing their own thing. At one point I asked someone for help removing a shirt. The whole dream had a vibe of frustration.

I am working at an old funeral home in New Braunfels, Texas -- my old place of employment IRL. I am back on call with the other funeral directors and embalmers, rotating the nightly death calls. I am in the prep room (the place where all the embalming and cosmetic restoration goes on) talking with my co-workers and they are glad to have me back. I too am glad to be back. I am looking forward to embalming again (embalming was very relaxing and even therapeutic for me IRL). One thing keeps nagging at me: my embalming and funeral director licenses are all expired. I never renewed them after I left the industry three years ago. I now regret letting them expire.

I leave the funeral home on a motorcycle. This motorcycle has manifested before in other dreams (I do not drive a motorcycle IRL). I drive out to the country to be by the water. I roll up to a gothic-style iron fence. The fence has sharp spears on the rails and it surrounds a heavily-wooded estate. The mansion of the estate is located deep within the woods somewhere. A man suddenly appears at the fence. He is a brown-skinned Latino guy who reminds me of Paco Hewlette, a Puerto Rican kid who once lived next door to me. He is the neighbor of whoever lives behind the iron gate. He invites me over to his place. I park the motorbike beside the iron gate and walk over to his house, which is right on the water. He has a dirty swimming pool in the back of his house next to the lake. He invites me into the pool. As I sit across from him in his dirty pool, I see that the water in the pool is actually crystal-clear; it only looks dirty because there are strange dark objects floating in it. I am not able to define what these "things" are, but they do not defile the water. We are safe, and the water is clean. I am very relaxed. We are drinking good beer from glass bottles and smoking Cuban cigars.

I hear a noise and look over to see a city parade going down the road where I had parked my motorbike. There are all kinds of exotic animals in this parade: horses, llamas, goats, bears, elephants. The animals are dressed up in brilliant gold costumes and march down the road in obedient precision. I realize this is Paco's parade (or whatever the name of this dream character in the pool with me is). The house, the land, the gate, the animals all belong to Paco's father. There are people gathering along the sides of the road with cameras, and spectators are stopping their cars to get a glimpse of the parade. Suddenly, people are everywhere. This parade, it turns out, is a big event and it happens at this time every year. It's a famous parade, a staple of the community. Looking at all the exotic animals march down the road, I turn to my friend in the pool and say, "I guess this what you can do when you have more money than you know what to do with." Fade recall.

Other isolated fragments from the night include:

(1) I am with a friend walking around in the "underground district" of some unknown city. We are trying to get into a mysterious club after hours. The outer walls are made of stone, and the archway entrance resembles a Mediterranean garden (2) I am driving around the same city with a short-haired pug dog on my lap. I love the dog. He feels good and warm on my lap and he really enjoys me petting him. (3) I am in an apartment on a military base somewhere. Suddenly, from out in the distance, I hear a loud "Oorah!" as someone guns an engine and a car peels away. Marines are here on the post, apparently, and there is a party going on somewhere. Dreamt 1/09/2017

I remember a couple fragments of music themed dreams.

First I was standing with a group of people playing guitars. I was playing some kind of digital guitar stick. We were all playing together. My guitar stick could sound like an acoustic guitar or an electric guitar.

Later, I was talking with the female lead singer of an amateur rock band. They played an outside gig in a city and virtually no one attended. I tried to give her encouragement and suggestions. I also helped her and her band load equipment into their vehicle.

Later, I believe I was riding in that same vehicle, a van. There was a commode sitting in the middle and I used it because I had to poop. But then I was embarrassed because I stunk up the van and I apologized.

1. S and E
I am talking to my cousin's children about their father. The are sad. S has tears in her eyes.

2. Professor Snape
I need some secret information and have somehow gained knowledge of the whereabouts of Professor Snape (who is not dead, but in hiding). The Professor is pretending to be a homeless person living behind a seedy bar. I go to him on a dark night. His cheeks flush red in anger when he sees me. "You shouldn't seek me out so openly!" he scolds me, "you could at least have pretended to be homeless for at couple of months first!"

3. FA chain
Just a long chain, at least five, FAs, talking to different people in between waking up in beds a lot.

I am at my home with some guests. One of the guests is this guy named Greg, an employee of the company I work with. Several other people are there. My daughter wrote on the new table we are sitting at with indelible ink and she also left deep scratch marks in the wood. I become enraged. My wife tries to calm me, but I am inconsolable. I have a temper tantrum and start hurling books against the wall and cussing up a storm. I don't care that we have guests over. Everyone leaves and a lady comes and takes my daughter away. She may have been CPS.

I have a scooter (motorbike) and someone gave me a bunch of helmets as a gift. I use the bike to get to and from work. I keep the helmets in a closet where there is a strange makeshift bathtub on the ground. There are towels at the bottom of the tub and water is running continuously on them. I put on the helmets, one by one, trying to decide which one looks best. I am aware if two things before my recall fades: (1) This closet is in my house, and (2) someone is in the bathroom with me.

Dreamt 1/09/2017

Fragments

Had a rather long and detailed dream, but somehow I forgot most of it when next came. I recall only some fragments, in one I was running somewhere, in another I made an overhead slash with a battle axe.

GUI

I was sitting with my friend with Witcher 1 running on my laptop. I realy liked it's GUI and showed it to my friend, thinking about using similar in next project I'm going to work on.

20 Jan

I find myself on the street with a decent amount of awareness. Hey, finally, I note to myself, I am actually asleep and lucid. I cautiously examine the trash cans and trees in front of me. I know there is no time to lose and I have to get the 3 step tasks going. Step one is telekinesis. I look around for a movable object. There a tire hanging from one tree but it as I try to TK it, it gets larger and larger and actually is now part of a construction and totally unmovable. Okay, let's try something else. I spot couple of leaves on the street which easily move but I am not convinced as it could be the wind. Finally, there's a ball that I tk around for a while.

It's a bright sunny day and am in the middle of a small park. I recall I had another brief ld earlier in the night. It's time to get started on the next step of the 3 step task - use a device. Couple of DC boys hold what looks like a mobile, but I find it easier to use mine. I put my hand into my pocket trying to get the phone out. As I do this, I feel my physical eyes move excessively, which make the dream collapse. I believe I am back to my bed and give up (actually it's just the void with only tactile sensations).

I have a short FA near a cool pool on a very sunny day and the music is playing "bai zi hua bai zi hua", one of my other goals. I walk around non-lucidly though and soon wake up.

Fragments:
I've finally finished laying out the tiles in my shower, and I'm smearing grout in the gaps between the tiles.

I grab my portable USB powerpack.

I am looking into a special monitor that tracks people via a hidden camera as they enter and exit a room. As I look into the monitor I suddenly see a couple of Mexican girls enter a hospital room from a camera underneath a bed. As I continue to watch the girls, they begin to morph into my own children. Fade recall.

I am given a gift of a solid 24 ounce gold bar by a black man who resembles the Rev. Jesse Jackson. He tells me that in time I can use the gold bar to insert myself into a FPS video game as the hero-shooter, but, as he says, "You'll have to work up to it." With the bar in my hand, I walk out on a balcony to see my children using it (the gold bar teleported from my hand to theirs) for a carnival game. They fasten it to the "Hit the Bell with the Hammer" game, as the metal piece that slides up to bang the bell when they hit the pad with the hammer. Fade recall.

I am observing a lady sitting by a lake who wants to be alone with a book. A friend soon joins her, and they both walk out on the frozen lake and sit on the ice. I decide to join them. I've brought a ball with me. I kick it hard and it sails far away. The lady with the book gets up to retrieve the ball. Fade recall.

Dreamt 1/06/2017

I do an IQ test. Then I am told to do another!!

I am flying in an airplane, way up above South Florida, and I can see the coastline of the Atlantic Ocean below me. The terrain lines keep changing every time I look out the window. Almost as if the land beneath me is alive and morphing and moving like some kind of wide, flat monster. I decide to land the plane and investigate. When I get out of the plane, I am joined by a minister of a Pentecostal church. As we both look down at the dream representation of the Florida coastline, the minister proceeds in "straightening out" and manipulating the terrain, as though the shape of the coastline were liquid or made of hair. He uses a knife to cut off and trim unneeded portions of the coastline. The unneeded portions are then swept away, like hair clippings on the floor of a barbershop. At this point, my recall fades but I do remember Cake's rendition of Gloria Gaynor's "I Will Survive" playing in my subconscious (and I awaken with this tune playing in my dream ears).

Now, I am with my wife and our two nieces. We are wading in the water inside a little roped-off section of a canal near the pier. It seems we are waiting for someone, and as we wait, we swim. My nieces in the dream are young -- toddler size. IRL they are both in their mid-twenties, but this is how they looked back when they were babies. One of them -- the youngest -- has a floatie and she is kicking around in the water like a duck. My subconscious measures the depth of the water to be 10 ft. My other niece suddenly transforms back to her mature body and goes underwater. My vision underwater is clear and exact. Observing her, I sense she is in danger, and I come to her rescue. I bring her to the side of the pier. As she turns her back to me and lifts herself out of the water, I marvel at her body and think of how she's become sexually active and has already had children. I ruminate this as I think of her younger sister in a floatie beside her, who is still the symbol of innocence. It is a bittersweet, sentimental feeling.

The place where we are swimming is divided into sections designated by color. We are in the "blue" section. This "blue" water area somehow corresponds with the airplane trip and terrain manipulation I dreamt about earlier. The surrounding climate is sub-tropical. I look down and see a mapped coastline similar to the one the Pentecostal minister had manipulated earlier with a knife. Only this one was color-coded. I see different "blue" and "red" designated areas, and I find our "blue" swimming area on it.

I teleport to another section of Florida, this time back to my old childhood home (a dream sign). A pregnant girl is there with me, and we are waiting for someone. With us are three other guys. They are sitting at a table between my old bedroom and the laundry room. I am restless, walking back and forth, to the laundry room, back to my bedroom, back to the laundry room and around the table, over and over again. I tell everyone that while we wait, I'll start drinking. In the dream, I drink beer. Two of the guys at the table are hugging each other, and the other one is now standing behind them. They are friends with the pregnant girl, and although the girl is familiar to me, I do not know who the guys are. Dreamt 1/06/2017

Wheat transport

It was night, I got a mesage that there's a load of wheat grain to transport to a silo. I went to a tractor and hooked up a trailer and took the load to place of it's destination. The road was empty, there were no roadsigns, lights or any other vechicles. Until I reached the silo, everything faded to black.

Fragment

A blurry fragment, I was in home, can't recall anything more.

I am looking at my DJ on DV, and all the blue is now green. (all non-lucid).
WBTB

I am inside an airport, watching security people accost Magnus Carlsen, the current world champion of chess. At every turn they are pulling at his shirt and wrestling him against the wall. He is trying to leave the airport to get to his limo. I am told they are attacking him because he is the world champion. The scene at the airport fades and I am teleported to a sports stadium with Garry Kasparov. We are sitting in the front row and watching a chess match take place inside a boxing ring. I hear the announcer say, "Max Dlugy" and it appears Max is a coach for one of the fighters. One of the fighters is sitting on the ground with pink-dyed hair. His native language is German. In turn, this pink-haired fighter is himself a coach -- and he is coaching a female player.

Apparently, this is a match where the coaches are directly involved in the competition. The players fight the players, and the coaches fight the coaches. And each player has a coach and each coach is coached by someone else. It reminds me of an onion, unfolding more and more layers. Or those bulbous Russian Matrioshka dolls, where one doll fits inside another, which fits inside another, which fits inside another, et cetera. Kasparov is standing next to me and I am thinking of joining in the competition, even though I am nowhere near the strength of the other players. But I figure I'll still have a fighting chance, since Garry Kasparov is my coach. Dreamt 1/05/2017

01/17/2017
Dream Fragment One
Untitled
All I remember is that I woke up to some guys coming into my house, like they owned the place. I think they were supposed to be of some relation to my landlord and his son. They pretty much just made themselves comfortable, as if they were going to be staying for quite some time - one of them posting up in my windowsill and just gazing reverently at the outside world. I also remember that I was on the second floor of a two-story house.


Dream Two:
"Pencildragon"
(Lucid)

I was at some outdoor carnival or festival, held out in some rural field at dusk. Munching on cotton candy while I walked, I spontaneously realized that I was dreaming. Immediately, I was surprised at how much I could smell and taste the cotton candy (I have very few experiences with tastes and smells in lucid dreams), and even though the dream already felt very clear and grounded, I decided to take a few moments to touch my surroundings, running my hand along the wooden frame of a wooden kiosk nearby. Raising my free hand up in front of my face, I saw that my fingers were very wavy, which was a bit at odds with the solidity of everything else around me.

Quickly, I tried to think of what I had planned to do with my lucidity once attained it, before I'd gone to bed. I remembered the 'Tasks of the Month' and that I wanted to try the pencil task (which was to "ask a pencil to draw something for you"). I turned back to the kiosk, expecting to find a pad and pencil there, in which I could do the experiment. Sitting atop the counter, I found a pad and a few, loose, colored pencils. I picked up one pencil - blue, I believe - and set it in the center of the pad. Without speaking, I attempted to "will" the pencil to draw something for me. The only thing I remember, about the actual process, was the pencil moving back and forth and making a few scribbles, but it ended up drawing a (quite simplistic) dragon. (One of the art pieces I have been brainstorming on, in waking life, has been a dragon. I haven't yet drawn the final draft, but I did draw a dragon thumbnail, about a week ago).

Satisfied that I had completed the task, I took to the air and flew away from the carnival to do some exploring. While flying over the wide, green fields of the early evening countryside, I looked below me to see an actual dragon, roaming around the landscape and idly blowing plumes of fire at random. It had sort of a cartoonish, video game feel to it (I had been playing PlayStation VR, before bed - no dragon games, though), and felt as if it was just a manifestation of the dragon that was drawn on the paper. I decided not to bother with the creature and continued flying over the field. I don't really remember anything afterward.