Fragment of Dreams
[Notes]: - About to try WBTB for the second time. I figured I'd try to document the dreams I'd had so far before diving back in - Goals for LD (if I have it): Talk to a DC, ask him/her for a good ToTM, maybe a joke! Try pushing my finger into my hand as well. [Fragment]: There's something about these buffalo chicken/fruit leather sandwiches. JS has something to do with it. There was something about eating it giving you your powers n' stuff. Something about these bloopy childish blue birds and JS that woke me up. [Natural awakening.] I'm going in.
Went to bed around 01:00, but I couldn't fall asleep until I believe 03:00. Woke up at 09:00 and started writing at 09:15. Fragments » I'm in a room with my ex girlfriend. It seems to be a living room. There's a low rectangular table. At one end there's a comfy chair and I think to the side of the table is a small couch. My ex girlfriend is chasing after me. We're going in circles around the table. Sometimes the direction reverses. I can't recall what the reason is. It's partially for laughs and partially because I don't wanna be close to her. At some point while making a few clockwise runs around the table I figure out a faster moving pattern, by pushing off the couch and chair. » It's dark and late. I'm outside, bicycling with one of my best friends to... not sure. The train station I believe. I can't recall why, but I make mention of the idea of buying a baguette and getting drunk. We're now in an AH [supermarket], which doubles as a bikeshop. The shop is quite dark and only the employee/owner is present. We've parked our 3 bicycles a bit to the back, in front of a cooling cell. I talk to the employee/owner and he tells us to park on a certain spot, which we do. » I think one of my friends found my new gloves and got excited about them and wore them himself. » I'm with a different ex girlfriend. She's telling me about how I hurt her in the past. She says that at one point I said she had whorelegs, because they were big and ugly. She tells me that I was right about them, but that it was mean. » I'm in a train. At some point I think I move to another section of the train. I recall there being people about. » I've got the small grey blender from my mom and put it up on a fridge that's almost my height. The blender doesn't look anything like I should. I think I take it with me to the kitchen counter to blend a banana.
1.) I was coloring a map of a continent. I remember coloring the land red and the water blue. I began to highlight a river that flowed straight down through the center of the continent. There were two guys next to me now and one of them reminded me a lot of Kelso from that 70's show. The one who reminded me of Kelso comically shouted "That river ends up in Jumanji!" I then looked at the map but the river had moved and was now exiting on the west side of the continent in what the map called Zimbabwe. 2.) I was in a very large house, the ceilings were many times higher than a normal one would be. I was with my mother, she walked to a door that was in the room we were standing in. When she opened the door a huge horse ran through it and past me. I remember trying to avoid being kicked by it as it ran past.
A nice mix of dreams tonight. 4/12/2015 Dream 1: I was with a group of school friends and family at the cinema, watching a dodgy, old style James Bond movie. I remember there being some strange romance and intrigue. Dream 2: I was graduating from high school, having a nice fancy dinner with everyone. I remember going to school on the morning of that last day, heading into a classroom with all the other year twelves, everyone acting really nervously. For some reason I think the talk in the room went to some dota tournament. Anyway we all packed up our stuff from our lockers, although most people had to come back the day after to get everything. On the next day, my whole family were catching a tram to the school to pick up all this last stuff and say goodbye, however my younger brother had the uniform on from another school, saying that the day before had been first day at that new school. Dream 3: I was watching the Biggest Loser with my dad and there was some serious fighting between the contestants. They had had a makeover and someone surprisingly had lost a lot of weight to kick some strong competitor out. After that there was furore about the elimination, breaking apart families and stuff like that. Dream 4: Peter Garrett and a famous actress (may have been Angelina Jolie, not sure) met at some fancy awards ceremony and they hit it right off. I think George Clooney was also involved in this love triangle. Dream 5: Some sort of medieval fight, I was instructing two recruits on how to fight properly, use their shields etc. Fragment.
I went to bed around midnight. I shortly woke up around 5:00 and finally around 8:45. I'm starting this DJ at 9:10. I think it was the terrorist dream or the vega cow poop dream in which I was highly aware at some points. Terrorist attack I'm in the cinema where I used to work. I'm either in theatre number 9 or 10. There's just a small group of people there and I'm not sure we're actually watching a movie or if there is some discussion going on. The only thing I can recall with certainty is my classmate Tan being there. Star Wars is also on my mind, so maybe it had something to do with that. Now it feels like I'm working here again. I'm walking just in front of theatre 9. On the other side is theatre 14. I go over and open the door to have a peek. In reality it should open to a small corridor that leads to the seats, but right now it leads immediately to the last row. I assume the light to be disturbing for the person(s) on the last row, so I apologise and close the door again. I overhear some guys talking about shooting up the place. They go into theatre 14. Instead of warning someone, I first go into theatre 14 to check it out myself. I'm at the end of the corridor, at the top of the stairs which go down to all the rows of seats. Someone on the back row starts shooting. I immediately (and poorly) fall to the ground, pretending to have been hit. I hope they'll buy it and that they won't shoot me some more just to be safe. I hear someone talking about that the first round of bullets are just very tiny ones to open up some holes in your body. For the second round they'll use bigger bullets, which will tear through the small openings and actually kill you. I think I make a run for it. I'm on the 2nd floor now (theatre 14 is on the 3rd), running towards the corner where the elevator is, but also a personnel only area. I hesitate while running and head for the elevator, as the doors are already open and I can see Chantal [old colleague] standing. I shout out to her and join her. I'm on the ground level in the personnel only area. I'm standing there with the manager Ed and my classmate Kristen. I'm panicked and I try to tell what's happening. I keep it down to the very essence. I believe Ed sends the guards to duke it out. In this area and in this time frame a lot of things happen and I'm not sure about the right order: - I try to recollect my thoughts. I'll need to report to the police later about what I saw exactly. Fuck, I can't even recall a single detail of the attackers. I didn't see shit. I consider filming myself right now with my iPhone to get all the details straight. I know that the human memory isn't all that reliable. - I panick and I start sobbing. I'm not even aware of Ed and Kristen anymore. I'm on my hands and feet and I've assumed a position of total defeat. I can't believe that the terrorists have finally struck here. So many people must be dying. Though the description is short, I feel like I spend a lot of time feeling like this. - Ed opens the door from this hallway to the main area of the ground level. I don't recall there being any people about. Furniture wise it's nearly completely empty. There's a big metallic looking plate or something alike standing there and from the left side from one of the upper floors a lot of bullets are fired at it. You can see the travel path of the bullets and you can also see some of them ricochet of the plate. I tell Ed to close the door, in case one of the bullets ricochets this way. He closes the door. There's another opening through which we're able to have a peek. I carefully do so at least once. - I don't remember where he got it from, but Ed now has a thick and old looking book. He also has a seat , which is just big enough to sit on and just a few centimetres high. I'm calling it a seat because that is its purpose, but it's more like a cardboard box. I'm on the ground, looking through Ed's book. It seems like it's filled with biographies of people. I think I might've seen some drawings of characters from the book I'm reading in there. Ed wants Kristen to sit on the seat in a Seiza position [karate]. I don't recall him explaining what he wants to accomplish, but I think this was some kind of ritual to fill the book up more about today's events. Kristen refuses, telling him that she can't do it because of a bad knee. She says so in a slightly agitated way. I tell Ed I'll do it. Kristen asks me how I intend to do it with my messed up knee. There's just no way. I attempt to assume the position. Some people run by from behind me. One of them brushes my lower leg or steps on it really lightly. I show a sign of pain and Kristen says something along the lines of: see, you can't do it, it's already hurting. I tell her that it was because someone stepped on me. - I'm just outside of the cinema, at the side entrance. I did something on a ramp there, though I don't recall what. Though this definitely wasn't a pleasant dream, it was interesting due to the emotions which I felt so strongly. The bullet lines into the metal frame were also very vivid. Vega cow poop I'm on my bicycle in the city I study in. It's daytime and I'm cycling from the city centre towards my neighbourhood. At some point the infrastructure for the bicycle becomes quite crappy. There's no more bicycle lane, so at points I'm just driving on the car road. I keep cycling and am sometimes a bit confused by the road layout. Eventually I take a left towards my house. I notice that I'm on the roof of a house and that I need to jump down. Fuck it, I'll do that. I jump off like a BMX-er would, without a problem. I continue a bit, but then stop for a moment because I know there was a guy cycling behind me. I think I instruct him on what to do. I make it to the front garden of a house (my house?). I'm wearing skates. To stop myself from rolling past the house, I go about in a tiny circle, spinning twice along my own axis. One of my best friends just arrived as well, I think by car. We enter the house. I need some help getting in, cause I'm a bit clumsy on skates. It's been a while, considering my knee. The interior is like that of my ex girlfriend's house, though with furniture in different locations. We walk from the hallway into the living room. Another friend's mom is laying on the couch. His dad is standing. I either sit down on the ground or I fall into that position. I look at my feet and see that I'm wearing skates which I have managed to attach directly to my beat up Reebok shoes. I can remove the skates without taking off my shoes. My friend's mom mentions something about being sick for the 3rd time already, due to eating some vega cow... poop? Yuck Small model corner It's daytime and I'm at the physical therapist, though the setting looks entirely different from reality. I'm also not participating in this dream, just observing. There are 3 girls who seem to know each other in the 'small model corner', or something along that lines. It's a corner with exercises for girls who want to exercise but who want to stay petite instead of becoming muscular. I think they're standing next to a bar with weights on it. My physical therapist shows them how to do an exercise for your arms, which involves pulling on a pulley system. After that he's suddenly outside in his car and he's gonna drive off. One of the interns, a guy with red hair, is still inside. One of the girls comes up to him to ask him something about her file. He tells her he can't do anything about it. The moment he starts the program on his tablet, her file is loaded because it recognises that it's about her. She asks if the physical therapist that just left can do anything about it. The intern says he's not sure. The girl says optimistically something along the lines of: so there's a chance? Fragments » I think I may have dreamt something about my mom, though I can't recall anything. The idea is just stuck in my mind that I did. » There was a dream that had something to do with me being highly educated, but I can't recall a thing. » I'm with my two little cousins. I tell the girl that she should always kiss her brother on the cheek. It's inappropriate to kiss him on the mouth. She asks me why. She caught me by surprise. I don't know why. That's just the way it is. » I'm standing in my kitchen with my classmate Erwin [I have no clue what his name is. At some point I just decided that he looks like an Erwin ]. He asks me if I have any Vicks candy's. He tells me he has a sore throat. I have a bag in the kitchen, but I'm a bit reluctant to share. I don't want my entire bag to be empty when I finally want to have a Vicks. I end up sharing with him.
1.) I was fighting two barbarian like men with my "bodyguard." We were in a throne room that was dug into the side of a small hill, kind of like a hobbit-hole. I remember a wooden chair, which I assumed was the throne, and a small wooden box. My bodyguard was a large muscular man, though I don't recall much about his appearance other than that. We both had large golden swords that were more like a fusion of a scimitar and sickle. We were both joking that we had picked up the wrong swords. The "barbarians" also large men, who wore cow skulls on their head and also a thick hide on their shoulders. I killed one of them quite easily by cutting the side of his neck. My bodyguard pushed the other one against a wall then managed to also kill him. My bodyguard had suffered a wound on his shoulder area and let out a grunt. I asked him halfheartedly with no real care of his well being if he was okay. As soon as he said yes I turned my attention to the wooden box. Inside the box as a letter from my wife. The letter looked as if someone had typed it out on a computer then printed it out, then took the printed letter and cut each individual word out and glued it onto another piece of paper. The words at the beginning of the letter were to small to be read, but by the end they had grown quite large. The only thing I can recall of the letter was something about a poltergeist. 2.) I was riding in some sort of caravan that was made up of boxes on some type of cart. I remember the box I was riding in feeling really off balance. I then remember getting off and walking and opening a pack of hard boiled eggs. I went to eat one, but threw them away because they were warm and runny. 3.) Spoiler for Sexual Content: I was having sex with my wife in a pool of cold water. I remember feeling like there was someone watching us. I remember toward the end I began to masturbate her and the dream ended as she was beginning to climax.
Wrote in my offline DJ "university dream again" so there's that.
Can't remember too much but here we go. I was at a shopping centre kind of place with a whole bunch of other people. We were all decreed by some ruling person to do certain jobs to help with the building, ie. helping with construction or playing music to entertain the others. I ended up being with outside near a tennis court, giving a harmonic overtone demonstration for some unknown reason. Some fragment about a really bad quality something.
I had a dream where I was walking outside waiting for the rest of my family to come out and leave. There was an amoured care that we were gong to take with us and the engine was exposed kind of because there was wiring sticking out and I asked the body guard by the car why this was the case and what happens when a bad guy cuts the wire. He said not to worry and I pushed and he said that "I guess that some have died because of it". I also had a dream that Alex was growing a ton of mushrooms in a barn over the winter. the set up had grow lights and ya
I had a few fragmented dreams about mushroom hunting. the star of the show was a very golden one
[Notes]: - It seems that during the week my quality of dreams and recall drastically decrease, and that on weekends and holidays its the highest. Here's what has happened over the past couple nights: [Fragment 11/29/15]: I was looking at an alley, much like the BackAlleys map. Some girl in a daft punk mask turned and ran towards me from the end. [Fragment 11/30/15]: Don't bend it.
Ar 12/01/2015 I went to bed a little later due to work at around 1 am. I woke up around 3 to go to the bathroom and took 1 pill of Lucidimine. I did not take any 5htp during this night. Close to the morning hours i was tossing and turning and then I saw myself back in my childhood place in Russia near the forest, the road and an old green dumpster that was in place. I began to run towards the forest and follow the old path I used to take when I was playing there in real life from 1997-2001. I then began to go down the hill though the trees and so a dead dog lying the same one that I saw back in spring of 2001 before I lived in USA. I wondered why the dog is there even though so many years have gone by. I continued on the path towards the roadway as I met my great grandmother who passed on in 2009 and she told me to follow her though the fields towards the lake. I remember telling her as we were flying though the trees and different landscapes that this was not the right way but somehow the dream was changing and i realized that she is still going though the right direction. The dream moved quickly and i noticed on my right that the old lake that was there in real life had blue water and it looked more pure with a small hin of mist coming out of it. I felt very positive in the dream that my great grandmother was near by and that we went to the old places that I visited before in real life.
Some more snippets. Lots of snakes this month. I mean to go and visit a friend, but the route to his house is blocked by a swamp of crocodiles. I am with some people who become quite alarmed when they realise that there are snakes right nearby. I am not frightened, and neither is my cat. The snakes are not scared of us. The larger one is a slate-grey colour with dull yellow rosettes along its left flank and steel-blue rosettes along its right. It coils around in front of us to show that it is comfortable in our presence. The second snake is much smaller. Its scales were a rusty red-brown and it had a rattle on the end of its tail. --- --- --- --- --- Earlier in the dream, I had used my phone to take a photo of someone I had seen. I would do this occasionally in dreams, and even though obviously the camera was fairly useless, it would help to mark a moment to focus my recall on when I awoke. I was walking around in front of the state library in this dream and came across an array of items that looked like they had been abandoned by someone who had come this way before me. There are clothes on the ground, along with an ice-cream tub with only one scoop left. In the tub there is a photo of the tub itself. I shake my head and continue on. --- --- --- --- --- We're running a con or playing a game, I am not sure which. My friend is trying to impersonate a man he's never met. He's wearing a bright magenta suit. I don't think he's going to be able to pull it off, but I'm keen to watch anyway. Mid-way through our gambit, a person rushes over to us. "Wraith! He's an astral wraith!" the person cries. I walk over excitedly. "Really? You're an astral wraith?" I don't know what it means, but I'm intrigued. He looks over, an unimpressed expression crossing his face. "No, no. You just misheard." He says to me. The dream fades. --- --- --- --- --- I am in my parents' front garden. There is a small green snake here, warming itself in the sun. The visuals are very clear and distinct. Blisters have broken out on its skin and smoke is rising from the wounds. It seems to be doing this intentionally, the warmth of the sun purging the toxins from its body. I reach for my camera, but am suddenly teleported high above the Earth and the scene is lost. --- --- --- --- --- My friend and I are battling a huge zombie. We all leap through the air towards each other, my friend firing an assault rifle while I swing wildly at the zombie's head with a blackjack. It is taking damage, but not nearly enough. It lunges towards me, coming closer than I would like. 'I'll stab it in the eye,' I think to myself. Everyone stops mid-air. "Woah, dude," my friend says, taken aback. "Yeah, that's a little bit excessive," says the zombie. "Calm down." I look around at them, uncertain myself. The GM steps in. "You've already decided upon your action. Roll damage." --- --- --- --- --- I dream I am with two of my real life friends, a couple I know. In the dream, they are bickering constantly. I take them outside and sit them down. I haven't done couples counselling before. I begin to talk to them about the issue, but they seem confused. They don't see it as a problem and am unsure why I do. I'm confused myself now, have I missed something? The next day in the waking world I catch a tram with them both. They spend the entire tram ride bickering. One is trying to organise something to do together for the other's birthday, but the other is being very tense and resistant. I observe and say nothing. --- --- --- --- --- "Your ears are full of wax," someone says. I am lying in my hammock, talking to someone over my right shoulder, but I cannot see them. The hammock is full of rocks and they are digging into my back. --- --- --- --- --- An episode of hypnagogia. I'm lying in my hammock again and hear a voice from over my right shoulder. They are speaking to me. "An illusion," I state. It's voice sounds like it is smiling. "Glad to know that's how I come across," is it's only reply. "Who are you!?" I shout out with some desperation, but there is no response, and the episode fades away into sleep. --- --- --- --- --- I could see my self clinging to a sinking boat, half-submerged in the ocean. The boat was not mine and it was full of explosives, and yet I clung to it still. A woman towered over the horizon. An explosion went off behind her, as though in the same room, yet I was very small in the world below. She glanced over to check on it. I was angry at her, but I didn't know why. I was plucked from the ocean and rescued. My friends rushed over, attempting to heal me, but I suspected that it had been the woman who was responsible for my safe recovery. I was indebted to her, but felt very conflicted, and didn't even understand why. --- --- --- --- --- "I'm just going to pay for these in the next room," I tell the man, items scooped up in my arms. "Sure," he shrugs, regarding me with absolute confusion. I'm always the craziest DC in my dreams.
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11-30-2015 -- Can't remember most of the earlier parts. Might have been a touch of mystery shopping stuff, and at some point there was something about a diner, I think, but very little that I can actually remember. The first thing I really do remember, I am going on some sort of trip and need a rental car, so I've stopped by the downtown Enterprise office. The problem is, they are out of cars and don't have one for me, so they are sending me to one of the other offices to get a car, and drive me over there in a golf cart. So now I am standing in the other location office, and am trying to repack my stuff. Somehow I am laying out shirts and pants and the like, and then folding them into a couple of pieces of wood, to where they are somehow compacted down into a folded up piece of 2x4. Very strange. Meanwhile, this location doesn't have a car for me either, and say they will send me back to the first location (which now supposedly does), except they keep getting busy with other customers, and are having problems getting me back to the downtown branch. Eventually the guy who is supposed to drive me pulls out in a sort of a cross between a tractor and a golf cart (think of something like what pulls the Disney parking lot trams) and is ready to drive me back ... except that he doesn't want to wait for me to get on, and just starts driving to the edge of the driveway, ready to turn onto the road. So I am running to catch up, and jump on the end of a transporter type of trailer, which had a spot at the end where there are no handholds or anything, but the thing simply slopes down to meet the point where it is hooked up to the part he is driving, and I'm trying to not go too far and slide down that and fall into the street. Meanwhile, the driver and a guy in another vehicle are sitting there and kind of sword fighting with each other from their seats with long boxes, using them like swords. Weird stuff. Meanwhile, there is a black guy who looks a lot like that guy talking about aliens on one of the theoretically more educational TV channels who is objecting to something I am saying, claiming that I am racist, and I can't say that. Thing is, nothing that I am saying has anything to do with race, or blacks or anything. I tell him I will say what I like, and he pulls a knife and tells me we're not going to have things like that going. I give him a good bit of a knock down, and throw away his knife, and tell him I don't have any problem with blacks, but nobody tells me what I can and can't say ... and anybody who pulls a knife on me is going to get their butts whooped.
On this night I went to bed earlier at 11 pm and took 100 mg of 5htp to relax. After doing a WBTB method I again slowly drifted to sleep and found myself inside a large jumbo jet. I noticed I was sitting on the left side near the wing and the weather was sunny as again i noticed white puffy clouds below me. In the dream again i understood that we were flying over 30,000 feet in the air and that why the clouds appeared like they did. As I kept looking out of the window I noticed our plane began to abruptly go down as everything kept going pitch black and then i was back in my seat and flying normal. Then again the plane turned violently from right to the left and we began to go down. I noticed that that the clouds were getting closer and I knew that it would take sometime before the lane would hit the ground. The lane was falling consistently now but for some reason I did not feel any fear. In a few moments the whole lane was now below the clouds and I could see ripples of the ocean. Suddenly i knew that we were bracing for impact as the plane turned to the right abruptly just before hitting the garage and just stopped. My dream then changed as I was looking for a woman in an orange uniform because i seemed lost after the plane just "stopped" One of the crew members in the airport gave me a peace of paper with various descriptions which i did not understand and told me to look for that woman. I remember going into a line of people and patiently waiting. The following night I will not use 5htp and will use Lucidimine once again.
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