dream fragment

This fragment has to do with spongebob. Yes, Spongebob. Basically, Spongebob was hoping to separate from the Krusty Krab. His words specifically were
"Wanna know how much I like it? THE WHOLE SUIT'S A LAWSUIT AND READ ALL ABOUT IT!!!" after that, he ran straight out of the Krusty Krab and then it cut to my point of view. I was drawing a huge red rectangle in front of the Krusty Krab with my toe, which turned into a red marker for some reason. I then woke up.

I was Celie from the Color Purple, and I was on the porch with Albert. I was wearing an outfit that I think she actually wore at some point during the movie, a blue plaid dress with an apron. the porch was mostly white, with a few chairs on it. It was outline by those fenclike porch things, with an opening in the middle direcly in front of the door, leading to the stairs. I didn't see from Celie's point of view, though I was her. My point of view was as if I was standing in from the viewpoint of someone standing in front of the porch, so that the porch, the house, and some of the surroundings of the house were in my field of vision. The house, as far as I remember,was outlined in white at the top, though there might have been some grass at the bottom.

I was serving him in some inspecific way, I could have been getting him water or something. Then, for some reason, the situation changed. All of a sudden, I told him "You're my servant now" or something like that. We were going to switch positions. He looked shocked and kind of angry when I said that, but he respected whatever authority I based my decision upon. I can't remember what that authority was or why the situation changed like that, but it did.

His clothes changed from the lounge-wear he had on before to clothes more similar to what I was wearing. Then, I thought about changing my clothes to reflect our new relative positions. I thought about my red dress and went into the house to find it and put it on.

Now, my point of view is Ceile's point of view. I go into the house, and what's inside is an extreme version of the living area of the suite I live in at college. My point of view is the same as if I'm entering my suite from the only door there is to enter the suite, although the doorway view isn't obstructed by one of the walls that make up the bathroom like it is in real life, and it's dead in the center of the suite instead of being closer to the left side.
I don't see the couches, the tables, or the microwave, though I do see a tall tan lamp (which we don't actually have in real life). The floorspace is way bigger, with the same green, brown, and other color carpet. However, all the doors to each suite are elevated: stairs run up the left and right sides of the suite to lead to the doors that lead to the two rooms. However, the positions are switched. Me and my roommate, on the left in real life, are now on the right, while the other two are now on the left.

As I come in, Olivia comes down the stairs from our room, smiling like she was just laughing about something. I think I asked her where the dress was, and she shrugged her shoulders or said I should just check my room. In any case, I checked my room and I couldnt find it. I headed up the stairs to the other room and Olivia said something like "it might be in there" but I didn't want to go through anyone else's stuff to check. So, basically, I never found the dress.

Something was going on in the dorm tho. I think I had made the transition from being Ceilie to being myself. There was something going on over the intercom that led me and Olivia to try and find these four thin, metal, pointed things that were hollow and apparently functioned as pens. We found the four, and we headed to this new place.

The new place had the floor and ceiling pattern of a cafeteria. There were tables right next to some railing, as if there were some stairs next to us and another floor below us, though I never saw that part. I was trying to find a table, and I looked where Olivia sat and found that all those seats had been immediately occupied by her friends, and I felt kind of sad. Then, I looked and found that tables were quickly filling up, and I hurried to find a seat.

I ended up sitting with that white girl from school that was the daughter of the healthcare teacher and her friend. I was not happy to be there, but they were nice enough. I still had all four pens, and Olivia needed two, so when we made eye contact across the room, I hurried over. Her face was so small: I didn't realize how far away from her table I had traveled. I handed her the two pens, and when I got back to my table, I see the white chick drawing with my pens, as if she's checking to see if they work.

INT. CHURCH - DAY

A breakfast of pastries, cheesecakes, and cobblers on two right-angled tables with white tablecloths invites a crowd of diners. They mill about indecisively while women stand ready to dish out the food with plastic spatulas.

A white inclined plane appears in space. I rest on it. Suddenly it turns on a hinge. My astral body falls with that familiar jolt. Still conscious enough to self observe, i smile in my half sleep, recognizing what just happened: "Ah yes, that might have been an OBE!"

Last night was not exactly fun. I can remember brief instances of this one; they mainly seemed to be warped situations of things that have happened to me in the last few months IRL. I am at a performance, with cover bands, but it’s as if they’re all playing to a track, not actually playing their instruments. I am expected to play piano to a Queen song, but someone takes my place. I’m at a movie theatre, about to go see a film by myself. I run into several old high school acquaintances. I’m finishing a group project and turning it in at the last minute; I think this is at my old house. The last instance was the most vivid and unfortunate. I’m sitting alone on a couch in a strange room; it’s like some parts of the wall are missing, or maybe the ceiling. It’s cloudy and grey outside. I think this place is near a lake. I see my ex-girlfriend just outside, her red hair vibrant and flowing in the wind. She is soon inside on the couch with me, and we begin to kiss and hold each other close. This is the first time I can think of that I’ve had this good of a dream about her since we broke up. In most dreams I can remember, she is cold, distant, or angry. In this one, she is welcoming, reciprocating, and affectionate. Then my friend comes in the room, acting like his usual annoying self. IRL, he didn’t like my girlfriend, and even told lies about her to my friends. This anger I feel toward him was evident in the dream. I am happy with her in this dream, and I want him out of the picture. Feelings of affection I have for her in the dream are coupled with the feelings of hatred I have for my friend. This is very similar to an instance that occurred a couple months ago IRL. But I wake up and realize, that although I’m over her, my hatred for him remains.

I was some Kirby-like figure returning to a city. The tyrannical ruler and my arch-rival met me at its outskirt, on a cliff overseeing the city. He was apparently deposed, but the new ruler was even worse than him, and he's explaining things to me wanting me to help him get his throne back. Someone who I assume is my friend showed up and he and the tyrant had a huge row about something before they wondered where I went. At this point I realized I was looking at them in third person because the tyrant accidentally pushed me off the cliff.

I was caught by a flying bird-like creature. By "bird-like" I don't mean a giant eagle or that sort of thing. It proabbly doesn't even have wings. It's a chick-shaped marshmallow-like blob that levitates around and kind of looks like a chick-shaped chicken nugget. I opened my iPad and tried to go on a site for the bird taxi because apparently the nugget-chick has Wi-Fi, but I was not able to find the site and so I talked to the bird instead. I told it to land down on a place I knew in the city and follow me on foot for a bit and then I'll pay my fare. Apparently, I did this to surprise some old friends, but when I landed on the street, the coffee shop my friends frequented was closed and nobody was there, which I found eerie. I then decided to go to a noodle shop owned by a kindly old lady I know, but while it is open, I don't see her around. I asked the person running the shop where she went, but I woke up before I got an answer.

I’m outside on a cold winter’s day with a couple of friends. We’re on a street corner with heavy traffic. I see a cute woman with bad teeth who is dressed like a hooker. I decide to trip her and then catch her as a form of flirtation. Whatever I said after that worked, because she agreed to go out to eat with me and my friends. We leave the restaurant and my date says goodbye. We enter into a car and drive toward home. My friend drives us to my other friend’s house, where I get out of the car and travel inside. There, I am telling my friend Syd about women being just as sexually charged as men, but that men are simply more explicit about it. We travel to her bedroom, and she tells me that she once snorted cocaine.

The next sequence is rather odd. I am outside in my old backyard, and it is soon nighttime. I choose a spot on the grass to lie down. There are a couple of speakers lying there on the grass, and I listen to music as a fall asleep. I wake up, and gather up all my clothes and travel somewhere else. I find myself playing a keyboard outside in the street by a house at night. There is a hat of some kind on my head, and eventually I put a traffic cone or megaphone or something on my head. I probably look ridiculous. Old friends pass me by. I think my dad comes out to walk the dog. I’m then inside a bathroom playing a keyboard on the sink. This bathroom is connected to my friend’s bedroom, and I’m unaware of this at first, but she soon comes in, and I know I need to leave.

I’m in my friend’s car again, this time with my sister. She opts to have him drop us off at 7/11 to study. We soon find ourselves at my old high school. She gets in a car with other friends and leaves. I’m walking around in a careless manner, as I run into my mother as well as an old friend. I warmly greet her and tell her that I love her hair. That’s all I can really remember.

The interesting thing about this dream is that I watch the whole thing from an outside perspective. The dream is about a policeman on the run from other because he helps break an innocent woman out of jail. Inside of the jail there is a ton of money and the policeman calls the governement to ask if it is okay to break out of jail. When the government says no, the two break out anyway and attempt to drive away in a black SUV. Inside the SUV there is a police radio that alerts them to the fact that the police are looking for them. All of a sudden a cop car is behind the SUV casually following. They decide to park the SUV and get out walking casually away but are then noticed by some other policemen and taken into custody.

I was on my computer. I noticed that there is a strange program reading my mind, and I suspected a virus. For some reasons, I went on Gaia online and saw that my avatar looked different and was worried I got hacked, but then I realized this was my alternate account. I tried to log in to my main account but some strange AI is preventing me from doing so, or rather, it's trying to help me log in but it's doing a terrible job. My dad is here. I got a bit annoyed at the AI's incompetence and said that it sucks so much I would wonder if I'm dreaming or not. Turns out, I am dreaming. I ditched my dad and the AI and left the room, which is within some kind of condominium. The hallway is lined with mirrors, which was convenient for my lucid goal. I looked for one that I can step in, and I tried to do so, but it didn't work out. I tried for a bit but my dream was losing stability despite my efforts to stabilize it.

I woke up briefly, recalled my dream, and then transitioned back to dreaming. I was in a food-court-like building, open to the outdoors. I lose stability again and woke up.

I dreamed that I was back in Thailand, and we now live at my parents' internet cafe. We have eight cats and six ravens. Two of the cats are calico twins. I was trying to train the cats and the ravens to come to me on command.

My dream transitioned to me being a middle-aged man living in a swanky condominium. I have the power to enter the 'dreamscape' (jeez, I can't believe I missed that dreamsign. I'll have to do reality checks every time somebody mention dreams.) physically, and for some reasons that's pretty important. There are voices in my head of people who is conntacting me through telepathy or whatever, and they weren't impressed with me entering the dreamscape right in a crowd. They said that if I left the dreamscape in public I might cause a commotion, and that I have to hurry back to my condominium. I passed through some people getting attacked by monsters but the voices told me they're not real and for me to keep going. I got to my condominium and returned to the physical world and felt a bit shitty about not helping the people out.

My dream transitioned to me in a casino. I played slots and got a ludicrous amount of jackpot.

It was my first night home for the Christmas break. I wish I could remember this dream better, as it seemed to be fairly eventful and reached new areas of strangeness. I think there is a contest having to do with a train or a railroad station or something of the like. It may be old western times. There are many people I know and celebrities participating in this contest. It seems that the participants are being eliminated quickly, but there is one of them who has yet to compete, and who I have great faith in. This of course is Sting, my favorite song writer. IRL, I read his memoir “Broken Music” over the summer. It influenced me greatly, and I have this connection to him. That connection was evident in the dream; though I’m not sure he acknowledged it. I cannot remember the outcome of this contest. But there are two other instances of this dream that I remember. One of them is me, in a hotel room, high above the ground, in a bright white room. I look out at the balcony. I think there is an ocean. That’s all I can really remember. The other is me receiving fellatio from this brunette girl who bears a resemblance to someone I met briefly about a year ago. Though all goes as it should, several times I think, it is strangely dissatisfying. I remember feeling rather pleased with the state of affairs, as was she, but I do not think I felt anything orgasmic or really significant, as I normally would in this situation. I can remember so clearly the pictures from these dreams, which only makes me long to remember the circumstances and sequences of events.

At Frankie's,
Fragments,

Fish coming out of the plants around me as I walk they seem to be coming from anywhere I look - they are alive ...it's a bit weird ~ I want to run but I realise I am dreaming! I stop and allow the fish to land on my hand one by one as if effortlessly manifesting from thin air. I look at them closely - they are mostly black and flat but alive.

"I am dreaming" breath and slow down ✨
I ask my friend what this means what it symbolises - He said it means I must take these abundant fish everywhere I go, give and share them with everyone -" like a gift "I thought and this made me happy - but then he explained that by giving everyone the fish they would then be connected back here to him and that was important. I felt deep inside that there was something not right about this this ...controle ...I wanted to think nice thoughts about it and in giving the fish generously " how nice etc" 🌈but I just couldn't 😬I felt it was a bit of a con and wander if I should be involved in this giving of fish so that this control I could be had...I am puzzled and saddened as I wake.

We are in a big complex - G has a major role to play I seem to be of value and am doing my best yet I am keeping myself in the back ground. I become aware there are some teachings on - being given- I feel I should be there ...but wander why I am not...I see there are some who realy want to go and I could easily go but I am not...I am told its on Tatagatagarba. I finally go in, late, and slip into a seat anf put headphones on. It's wonderfully loud music and I love it - I start dancing and moving around with delight - people think I am a little mad.
I am jumping around on a mooving train I can't find G and shout if anyone saw him...no ...the train is picking up speed going passed the platform now ...I can't be sure G is on the train ...shall I jump off and wait or stay on....I stay on...the train is moving too fast - I am away and hope G is with me🌺

Created Wednesday 07 December 2016

Numerous dreams identified, including three DILDs, though I can't recall much of the non-LDs.

Scrap Group 1
Walking around my neighborhood. I start thinking of dream signs. This includes being back in highschool and doing poorly in a science class.

Dream 1 - TOTM Advanced Task I - Take 1

False awakening in the master bedroom. After lingering thoughts on previous dreams, I realized the dream state. Made a breath test to confirm as much, which was inconclusive. So, I fell off, and slowly floated down to the floor. That'll do it.

Then, I began "powering up", yelling as I did. There was no clear sign this was working. In fact, I felt I was getting weaker the longer I tried, so I stopped.

Remembered the spinning TOTM. I hovered, and tried spinning in place, but this was likewise exhausting. Within seconds, I was out of breath, and lost grasp of the dream.

Scrap Group 2
More false awakenings in the same location.

Dream 2 - TOTM Advanced Task I - Take 2

False awakening in my bedroom. I stand near the mirror, and try taking my sleeping mask off, only to have it magically slide back on. Clearly, I was dreaming. Still couldn't remove the mask though, so I ignored it.

Before continuing, I rubbed my hands for 10 seconds. Then, I tried that TOTM again. As before, I strained myself trying to spin in place. Thus, I ignored physical movement in favor of willing myself to do as much, yielding much better results.

Cut. I'm flying in a night sky. Dire storm clouds were immediately below me, spinning steadily into a fledgeling tornado. This all felt sorta damp and stuffy. I fall intentionally. Just then, the clouds formed into a creepy robot face. Kinda startling, but I dove in anyway.

Another warp. Projected holographically ahead of me was an unlit plane, the floors formed of dim gridlines. Suddenly, demonic shadows appear. Only their glowing yellow eyes were clearly visible. I had control of a small robot, and commanded it to off to a corner. Tried brightening the place up for a better look, but didn't manage that. Tried brightening the place up for a better look, but didn't manage that.

By then, I noticed my left eye was fast shut. In my attempts to wrench it open, I feel myself in bed, and awaken soon afterwards.

Scrap Group 3

False awakening. Walk down to the living room, where dad and Carl lingered around. Then, they announce finding a bat and hawk in the backyard. That sounded exceedingly unlikely. I realized the dream state, but wake up soon afterwards.

False awakening in bed. An unknown person slid their hand over my face, hampering my breathing. I realized the state, and tried imagining who would be responsible. The dream simply collapses soon afterwards.

Non-lucid – Notes – lucid – Interpretation

“Imprinting a tiger”

In the dusk I find myself walking into a garden. Et is elongated and narrow and towards the end there is a house. I look to my right into the hedge. At the grass I see a female duck and below her chest a small duckling that soon meets my eye. As we lock our eyes together the duckling starts a trip out into the uncut grass towards where I am now sat down. Behind it follows it’s mother, trying to establish contact with little luck as it seems the duckling has already imprinted me as its mother.

I feel both excited and ashamed. I feel guilty for robbing the duck of the chance to bond with its off spring, but also excited and joyful of my own bonding with the creature. I look down at its little beak and let it push its body against my knees and one of my hands. Then I look up at its mother and try and stroke its chest. It lets me, but with an air of calculative anticipation and scepticism, which makes me apprehensive, if persistent.

I then look down again at the duckling. I don’t recognise the absurdity that the creature has now transformed into a miniature Tiger of maybe 10-12 cm in length and is crawling about on my right thigh. When I look up at the mother duck again to explain that I am deeply sorry that I have stolen her chance to bond with her infant.

When I look up mother duck is now wearing glasses and a pearl necklace, and quite frankly it would be impossible to describe if she looks more like a duck than a human. She explains “That is OK I had a clutch 3 months ago.” and frankly she sounds relieved.

“Travelling in trains with Liv”

Fragment:

I am standing on a lengthy and wide platform on a train station. It is morning and the lighting foretells of a sunny day, which has yet to breach the foggy clouds above and around. It seems like late spring or summer. I am standing with Liv and we are going somewhere. The conversation we are having is about finding the right train.

There is more to the dream, though I recall nothing but this fragment.

“Getting to the shore, 4 metal objects in the water”

Fragment:

I am on the water. The sun is bright and the ocean water which I am on is very bright and lightly blue. Up ahead I see a beach, a wide and almost white sandy beach. I think my Dad is there with me and he asks:

“Do you remember us being here?”

I look up towards the right and in the distance gaze upon a little island around 50-100 metres from the shore. As the foliage behind the beach the island is covered in lustrous trees and other greenery. I remember this place, I have indeed been here before.

(In writing this I recall a dream of way back, perhaps detailed somewhere within this journal. I am in Holstebro, where we throw our family reunions, and as I walk down the forest pathway that in waking life take you to the river in the dream it takes me to a cove. From this cove I rush across the open water to an Island, which is the one I see in this dream.)

I jump out in to the water and submerge myself. Light penetrates the surface and everything looks very bright, if blurry beneath. I loose four metal objects I have in my pocket and for a moment worry if I still have my phone in my pocket. I check that it is empty and then sweep the sand below and pull up the objects, where one of them is a key. Then I head for the beach.

End of dream/recall

I am traveling with my mother, my sister and her child, and possibly someone else to see Jon Anderson and Todmobile in concert. We arrive at this place that does not seem at all like any sort of proper concert hall. It seems more like a small entry way with windows behind us. We are right in front and are able to interact with the performers. Todmobile is playing some sort of impossible instrument. It’s rather difficult to describe. It has a spongy, fluid texture, and it moves downward like a spiral staircase. I think I remember playing it like you would a vibraphone, but it was huge and in constant motion. Colors changed on its surface, and I remember enjoying the sound it produced. Our cousins are also at this performance, as is my uncle. I know there was so much more to this dream, but that is all I can remember.

For the last two nights, I had been attempting to recreate the circumstances which enabled my initial “one that I’ve been waiting for” dream. So this involves taking NyQuil and Ibuprofen, and I also downed apple juice in hopes of greater vividness. It has not produced similar results. I know I’ve been dreaming, but they have in no way been nearly as profound or memorable as that first one. It seems to me a typical case of trying to reproduce something amazing that occurred without any effort or preconceptions. I’ve even been listening to the same album I did that first night. But I admit, this has been a rather foolish endeavor. The feelings and symbols I experienced in that first dream I cannot hope to experience again by means of forcing it to happen. It happened somewhat naturally, it seems. I can only wait for the next time.

This is a fragment of a dream last night which felt like it lasted only a few minutes but it's worth noting down I think.

I was with a friend (I'll refer to him as Jace) and we had a job assigned to us. For that reason, we were standing at a body of water and went in and swam down to the bottom (wasn't that deep, maybe 4-5 meters or so). At the bottom, Jace had to hold what I think were torches and I had to light them by using matches. While doing this, it occurred to me that fire is a weird thing underwater. I then remarked this to Jace, exclaiming it's really weird to have fire when submerged in water. Jace answered this along the lines of "Yeah, I guess that's kinda unusual, huh?". I still thought it was incredibly weird but I went on anyway, not really questioning what was going on and woke up soon after.

Damn dream characters never seem to lend a hand every now and then to get lucid. Oh well.