dream fragment

Me, F and my parents are having lunch and a brasilian guy that I see sometimes where I work is serving us water. I thanked him. He walk aways and I tell them of something (don't know what but it was positive) that he used to do before (? I don't even know him in RL) but he doens't do it anymore.

A blue and orange cat under a couch, he couldn't move his rear legs, and he was crawling with his front legs. He didn't see me as I tried to reach him and he got scared and scratched me.

Some girl on a bike. A really ugly Audi, kind of looked like a Smart (in size) but really weird.

Looking for my velvet high heel shoes for a wedding. Found some boots (that I don't own) with a broken heel. I found the shoes I'm looking for, no wait, these heels are weird, actually really ugly. Oh, here are the shoes I'm looking for. There's something wrong, the velvet fell off and the shoes are now just clear plastic, kinda of remind of cinderella shoes.

Something about guinea pigs.

My bedroom (but didn't look anything like it) full of junk and piles of paper and I think "thats weird, since I'm a minimalist and I've been decluterring my bedroom for months now. How could so much junk have passed unnoticed for so long? (cuz I'm dreaming -.-')

As the dream starts,I'm standing in a room with some girl I don't know and another I have a rl crush on,Lily. The two of them were talking. I was glad to see Lily was alright after some unfortunate circumstances. She had on a black tank top and dark jeans. She was wearing glasses,but not the ones she usually wears. Lily asked the other girl if she knew what had happened to her other glasses. "They told me after the accident they were picked up by two guys,Joey Edwards and Bugg," I heard the first name and it set something off in me. I growled loudly,not caring how weird I looked at that point. Lily asked if I knew him and I told her about him telling me to back off trying to get with her. "Yeah,he told me you might say something like that," she said. From the tone of her voice,it didn't sound like she believed him. I stood there a moment,formulating a plan in my head to go on Facebook and hit the guy up,asking him to return the glasses. If he wouldn't,then I was determined to track him down and do what I had to,regardless whether it was just him or him and this guy "Bugg",whoever that was.

The next part,I'm laying on my couch asleep. I hear noise in the room next to me. Two dogs come running out of that room,past me. My nephew and his wife were over for a visit and I guess they had brought their two dogs along. I looked at the stool next to me where I had set my phone and glasses while I slept. I noticed a square reflective object. I picked it up and looked at it. It was a lens from a pair of eyeglasses. I picked mine up and looked at them. The left lens was broken out and this,I realized,was a piece of it. I looked up at my sister and said,"Really? I gotta wake up to this??" She explained what had happened,that they had gotten knocked off and accidentally stepped on. I thought about calling the shop where I had gotten them to see about getting them replaced but I wasn't sure if they would since it had been longer than six months since I got them. I knew I had my old glasses I could still wear until they were fixed,but I didn't want to do that if it could be avoided.

...

I was in a big warehouse store shopping for random things, and found these two barstools I really liked. They looked a bit like the one I have now, with the weird beige seats. I wanted to get them both, but I couldn't fit them in the cart, and when I tried stacking them on top of each other I just failed miserably and dropped them... so instead I kept going, looking for something else. The next thing I wanted was a baby stroller... not stroller, but those things that are sort of like beds but have a canopy and wheels? Bassinet, I think. It was so cute, all green and white, and had these little buttons that made noises when you pushed them. So I wheeled that up to the registers, but then my phone rang and someone told me not to buy it because we didn't have the money, nor did I have a baby. I was really upset and put-out by that and left it sitting by the register.

Cory was arrested for DUI, and I was really pissed off and depressed about it. I didn't even bail him out, I just left him in there, and he was being a massive dick and when I told him that I couldn't believe he'd drive my poor car while he was drunk, he admitted that he did it all the time. He wasn't sorry about it at all, he was just annoyed at me. It kind of blew my mind and broke my heart a little, and I wanted to cry. But I didn't want anyone to know I was crying because of that, so I walked over to the library and went inside. In the back, in between some rows of bookshelves, there was a little memorial for someone who died on that spot. A few people sat around it looking sad, so I joined them, that way I could look sad about something else. I don't remember all the people there, but I remember there was a gay couple that were just bawling their eyes out, and Thor from the Marvel movies was there talking about 'glorious deaths' and whatnot. I think at one point he was bragging about his girlfriend and spinning Mjolnir around. They eventually realized I was there for a different reason and instead of mourning, they all tried to comfort me and told me that he was totally in the wrong for acting like it wasn't a big deal.

There was a dream I don't remember much of, but I was in a department store and going through the toy section. I remember walking by the bicycle aisle, and through an aisle with all kinds of cool action figures. I think those cool gashapon figurines I was eyeing on eBay were there.

I just woke from a night that was thick, rich, dense with dreaming, but the recall was scattered and sparse, which makes me ponder the nature of dream memory. After this last waking, I lay there for some minutes without being able to remember a single thing, not one detail, yet I knew for certain that I had been dreaming. This is a peculiar state of mind, the ultimate experience of ambiguity. I lay back down on the bed sideways across the covers so that I would not accidentally fall asleep again, and then let my mind drift, looking for the particulars. At first it seemed hopeless, like groping through mud, until through some mysterious process a tiny detail took shape...

...near my new house, a stream full of fish, all sizes and varieties...

That detail links to more images and events, and then there all are, as vivid as life, all those memories that had seemed to be lost, and might have never been recovered had I not taken the time to seek them...

...I look forward to fishing, catching my own dinner... is the water clean enough? I need a fishing pole, I can buy one right now on Amazon, I'm sure they sell them, it will be here in two days... or is this the sort of thing I should buy in person? find a sporting goods store, feel the weight and balance in my hands first, try out the cast...

...and finally I'll have somewhere to shoot my bow! so nice to have space again.... but my bow and target are still in my old house, I won't have them until we complete the move... guess I'll have to be patient...

...a bit concerned about the neighbors, though, that father yelling at his children, hitting them with tires, and so openly, right in the yard! should I call and report? but surely someone has tried before, and nothing has changed. I walk back that way and he's still at it, now they're all carrying tires, all four or five children, and he's still hitting them, yelling "we don't put wood in the house!" what does that mean? all houses have wood in them, it's a basic building material... I should inquire with the other neighbors, something has to be done... at least my house is across the stream, away from here, secluded in the woods...

And this reminds me of yet another dream...

...the two boys were living in such a house, alone in an open field, only woods on all sides. the old man must have been living off the grid, so no one knew when he died, and they quietly took over the house... his guests become his heirs... what did they do with the body, bury it in the yard? and then the seclusion let them build their operations, what was it, computers? what were they trying to accomplish... still can't remember...

And another...

...but before that we were looking for someone, an uncle?...can't just "lose" someone these days, not unless they don't want to be found... it takes a lot of care not to show up on the internet, to avoid social media entirely. the only clue we had was a partial bag of english muffins, not sure what that can prove, but then I wonder if the city where it was purchased is printed on the bottom... sure enough it is... but it is the name of my own city! is he here, or is this not even the right bag?

And so on... from no memories at all, to more than are worth writing down.

What would have happened to those memories if I hadn't taken the trouble to consciously retrieve them? What happens to all the memories of the dreams we don't remember, or have forgotten? Is there a kind of deep storage? I think there must be, because from time to time they come swimming up in flashes, like fish catching the light near the surface...

....a gleam of light against the wall of the building across from us, like a tile of glass catching the sun... Arya isn't paying attention, I catch her eye and direct her toward it with my own... she looks the wrong way and I have to pantomime the gaze even more cartoonishly before she sees it... we are under observation and can't speak aloud... but at last she sees the gleam and we go over to find out what it is... I think it is magic itself, these signals... this isn't the first... but is it directed by a person or inherent in the world, plot, fate? we climb the stairs inside the building and open the door at the very top... with satisfaction I perceive it is a magical goods store, and actually tell the lady proprietor what brought us there... perhaps she or something she sells here can assist us in our predicament...

That was yet another from last night, where my own turn of phrase, "catching the light," caught the memory. But often I'll be sitting around doing things in waking life and apparently random glimpses will surface of dreams I know I had years ago, probably ones I never even wrote down, yet in some obscure way they still shadow me. Where and what are memories when we're not remembering them? Dream memory feels like it is stored separately from waking life memory, which would make sense if we need to distinguish the two to maintain sanity. But maybe that sense of separateness only comes because dream memories do not fit into the established contexts of ordinary life... at least for me, where dreams and waking life have so few qualities in common.

There are people who hardly remember their dreams at all... are those dream memories buried inside them as if in some secret vault? Could some odd balance of brain chemicals unlock it, bring them all flooding back, the dreams of a lifetime?

one am wake up...
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job interviw on the street corner. night crawler dream. day time. is there a murder?

3am wake up
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Sitting with Jake Gyllanhal in a caffe. He's my boss. He is saying very repugnant things. I have the feeling like I want to leave.

6:30 wake up
J am sitting in my kitchen filing waffles with syrup. I want to get a little syrup in each little divot without getting any on the plate. My friend and I are trying to decide if it's better to fill slowly from the same place or to try to hit each one separately. We aren't eating the waffles, just filling them with syrup.

In another dream I am dreaming about dreaming. I'm on a street corner having a conversation with a homeless person in a gray trench coat.

Two more dreams with the same location. It has something to do with me making choices,but I'm still working on what choices those could be. A few things going on with me right now so I don't want to say it's one,the other or something else completely different.

Saturday morning. Another dream at that store from my old neighborhood. I went there to get a snack,some chips and maybe a candy bar of some sort. I'm walking up and down the aisles looking at the different choices of potato chips but I want a certain kind that they don't carry. I already had some little snack cake so I decided to just go check out. I'm standing at the counter. Some woman is standing behind me. I just had this sudden urge not to buy the candy. I left it on the counter,stepped out of line,apologizing to the woman behind me and went back to look for the chips I wanted. Up and down the aisles,but again,I can't find them. I see a few that are close to what I like,but not my preferred brand.

As I am anxiously hunting these snacks,I hear two women talking. One is the owner of the store,another is the woman who had just been working at the counter. She was getting ready to leave,I think. The owner was telling her about some guy they both knew and his recent troubles. As she mentioned him,I saw a vague image of what he looked like: old,white hair,scraggly beard,hunched over,with a tube in his nose from his portable oxygen tank. I heard her mention him being involved with something called SGC, "You know,saving good friends?" she said. I didn't hear what was said before that so I didn't know what had happened to him. It wasn't good from the tone of her voice,though.

This morning. A different dream. Not in the store,but I saw it nonetheless. I wanted something,didn't know what,so I got dressed and put on my shoes. It was late at night. There was snow and ice on the ground. My sister warned me about it as I was leaving. I walked down the street. Even though I saw the ice,I walked easily over it. I either walked around it or walked in patches of snow over it. I walked by the store from my earlier dreams. I thought about going in,but wasn't sure if they were open or not. I could have checked the time,but didn't. There's a big rectangular window on the front of the building. I could see inside. Part of the store was dark,but there was another part further back where I could see a light on and the old woman who owned it was inside. She looked busy,balancing the ledgers or something. I decided not to stop,continuing on to another store down the block.

I turn and go in this other store. The building is tall,black,very art-deco looking. The place is packed. I walk down the first aisle,looking for chips and sodas. As I'm walking down this aisle,a young blonde haired girl and some blond guy stop me. They were asking me what I'd do if I won. Won what?,I thought. Then I see my nephew standing there. He asks me me what I would do with the number. Still no clue what's going on,but I noticed he had some kind of ticket in his hand. I figured out it was something about the lottery. "The last few times 1100 has kept coming up again and again," I think he was implying we should bet that number. In my head,I was thinking it probably wouldn't come up again;the system didn't work like that. If we did bet,the number that came up would more than likely be 2000.

I was at an ice skating rink with no ice skates on, although I still skated. I went to sit down and then I heard people talking about a walking contest. I went over and won easily! that's all I remember, the other part of it was all blurry.

(Ugh, I had such a crappy night last night, the storms kept waking me up and now I can't remember most of my dreams...)

There was some kind of black jelly-like substance in the grass in small patches. I was there with some other people looking at it, and someone picked up a bit of it and it started moving. We were all kind of freaking out since it was alive, and then it morphed into a crane fly and into a few other bugs, so I guess it was like... a black-coloured Ditto that only copied bugs. I think at one point one of the "Dittos" stuck itself on someone's face and we were all afraid to touch them after that.

I had tickets to a play, I think it was at the Von Braun Center? But I'm pretty sure it was in Alabama since the weather was very... Alabama-like rather than Wisconsin-like. We never actually went into the auditorium, but the lobby was really sunny and there were lots of windows, I remember being in the doorway looking in, and the door was made of glass. At some point I accidentally upset Cory and he wouldn't listen to my apologizes and ran off. I took off all my jewelry and my sunglasses and put them in the front zipper pocket of my Stefani bag and went after him, and saw him standing there looking at me with the sad puppy eyes and crying. He was talking to me and I remember thinking "Whoa, I never see this guy cry." Seru was there, but I don't remember anything about that, I just remember him standing and I thought that his wings were rather pointy-er than usual. I may or may not have went after him? Because I remember there being a lot in the plot of the dream about him (but it might have been a completely separate dream, haha) But knowing me, I probably did go after him. That might've been why Cory was upset.

There was a dream I had right before I woke up, it was something happy. When I woke up I wasn't sure if it had been a dream, our just a very vivid thought I had while waking up, so I sort of dismissed it and now I can't remember it.

In this dream I was at some sort of sea world facility with my brother and we were trying to go see the killer whales. We were allowed into a indoor room with a pool that contained one of the orcas. The trainer there was nice enough to let us back there by the pool. I could see the orca swimming around and I really wanted to see it. I lay down next to the water of the pool and the orca jumps out of the water right next to me and I am able to pet it. Its skin is wet and feels a little damaged, probably due to being captive at a park(I do NOT agree with orca captivity). I just hang out with it for a decent amount of time there by the pool. I don't want to leave it but after about 10 minutes it decides to go swim in the water. I try to call it back but it is busy doing it's own thing. We open some underwater gates to see if the other orcas will come into the main pool to see us but no luck.

That has been the highlight of my dreams lately, and I was a bit sad waking up to find out it was just a dream.

havent updated in a while but this dream was important to me so i really wanted to share and archive it.

This is the second dream in which this recurring DC, who is implied to be my dream-world husband, appeared.

I am living in an apartment block, very modern, futuristic architecture. It’s implied the place was built by aliens, who happen to coexist with humans in my dream world. The apartment block is one I often find to be my ‘home’ in lucid dreams, in a tropical climate, very hot, the plants massive, waxy and exotic-looking.

I can’t quite remember what I did during this dream, except the part just before I awoke.

I’m on the balcony of my apartment. I’m just enjoying watching the people running around the pool below, some all jumping in at once to flood part of the side of the pool. It looks like a pool party, but I ’m content to just watch them rather than join in.

All the apartments seem to be empty, except one a few balconies along from mine. There’s a figure in the window, but whoever it is isn’t coming out. I’m curious as I haven’t actually seen the owner of this apartment before; I’ve met most DCs who inhabit the block.

I go through my apartment and into the corridor; I see the figure from the window come out of his room, then stop to look at me. I approach him and recognise him from my other dream; as he made a profound impact on me when I saw him in the first dream.

He smiles at me and invites me into his room as if he knows me. I find it odd he doesn’t introduce himself or ask for my name. He’s very attractive, so of course I go into his apartment. I keep thinking it’s odd that he talks to me like he’s known me for a while, when I don’t even know his name.

He pulls me to him and we make out. In between kissing when I look up at him, his face keeps changing. My vision blurs, and his features fuzz over, then come back to clarity, and again go blurry. The dream fades out, and I wake up.

This is the forum post in which I mentioned this series of dreams http://www.dreamviews.com/general-lu...m-married.html

DJ Log: June 12, 2015 – 8:00AM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

I am working on a video set with some familiar people. There is a rack of equipment in front of me to which I am connecting microphone cables to a large mixer. I look up to see a lady I work with regularly in audio/video production. I give her a thumbs-up and she returns one. I connect a few more cables, then I look up again to see who else I might know. I see this guy on video crew who I connected with in a previous dream which ended with a memorable hug. He is about my height and has dark medium length hair. He turns around and sees me and I watch his face change from 'serious business' to the most satisfied and lovely smile I have ever seen.

He drops his clipboard and starts walking toward me. I drop my cables and start walking toward him. We meet in the middle of the set and wrap our arms around each other. As my face is buried in his wonderful smelling hair, I say softly, “I never want to let you go again.” He tightens his hold a bit and I can feel our hearts pounding against each other's in perfect timing. As we embrace, our feet leave the ground and we float just slightly off the ground, moving slowly about the set. After a while, I open my eyes slightly to see that we are floating around the corner into a grassy area. He says softly into my ear, “I'm certain that this is true love. I've never felt anything like this before.” I melt even further into his arms as I can feel our heartbeats speed up. I hold on tightly as the dream fades out and I wake up with a big smile on my face.

I can't wait to meet him in real life. I often meet people in dreams before meeting in real life and this is more likely to happen when an energy or bond like this exists.

The Beat Up House
I'm taken to a house that's been mistreated. Some of the house has been ripped off. I walk inside and see the family that's inside. The inside looks decent, definitely doesn't look like the outside. Majority of the people are female. I think a couple of them find me attractive.

I'm now in an open area, and I think I'm trying to get the attention of one of the females.

Dream Fragment
I notice that my dog REX has pee'd on the end of my bed.

Indian Man Fails Driving Test
At home and some Indian kid is doing a license test. He fails. Think Dave is with me and said its hard to pass. I get back from eddy and Germaine I think, and I'm told that the Indian bloke had hit my car (xr6). I get home and check a computer that has stats from me. I tell the fellas I'm checking mine first, then I'll check Indians. Think the car was inside near robs room.

Dream fragment
I can see the layers of dirt on my face. I scrape it off with a card. There's a lot of dirt coming off of my face. Brother sees me doing in this.

Had a sin]it of a dream this afternoon about a vintage school bus yellow motorcycle and an almost identicle murky green motorcycle. Not sure what the dream was about or the symbology of the motorcycles.