dream fragment

The first dream I had I woke up at my work before it was bought out by another company. The power was out so we couldn't do anything so I was just in the back room. All of a sudden my family doctor tells me to come with him. I thought that this was weird but followed him into a van where there was two other people and a weird chair. He wanted me to take some weird meds so they could record my dreams. I complied. The first dream in a dream I don't remember that well. It was something weird though. The second started with a girl taking me to the back room of a strip club. Once there we talked and flirted for a bit and eventually had sex. I ended up waking up in the van with the doctor saying something about a wrong dose of meds and that it should have only kept me asleep for about a day and not a week. They where arguing about why it would last longer. I tried to say that I was ok but I soon realized that I couldn't talk or move. As far as they where concerned I was still out so I decided to fall back asleep. When I woke up I was in the strip club again with the same girl snuggling next to me. Another girl walked in and started to talk to me. After a little bit of talking to both of them the first girl asked how my first time was. I mis-perceived the question and gave a future date where we could do it. She got really upset and walked of. The other girl asked me why I said that because she really liked me. My response was that this is all a dream and I though that was a separate dream. She looked like she understood and said even so you should have thought about your answer a little more. She went to go explain to the other girl. After a while they began to come back and I woke up (irl).

God forbid I use the roads
My recollection of this dream was a lot better when I woke up, but since I woke up at 2 am I was too tired to write it all down in detail. What I remember is:

I'm walking/wading/swimming on the banks of a pond, holding on to trees a bit thicker than my arm to keep balance. This is all in an attempt to reach the other side of the pond, and I don't know why that's my goal. All I know is that I am in Stephen King's "The Stand" universe, or at the very least the plague is gripping wherever I happen to be. I come upon a kid with brown hair, a bowl cut, wearing glasses, and he's pale. The typical protagonist of an 80's family comedy. He's going the opposite direction as me, and falls into the water (which is brownish, muddy, whatever you like best, dear reader). At this point I realize the water is very warm, lukewarm almost. Very pleasant, actually. As he's trying to pass me he falls into the water, and me, being the optimist that I am, comfort him with the fact that the water is warm, at least. What happens next is lost to me, although I have a fuzzy memory of being on a concrete dock, and seeing some living thing falling over, probably succumbing to the plague.

What I remember next is a famous African American woman, a singer, being forced to sing for somebody, I believe on tv. This singer, I believe, was ella Fitzgerald or Billie Holiday, but I'm not entirely sure. At the end of her song, the camera zooms onto her nose and neck, bot of which are blackening (a symptom of "Captain Trips").

That's all, there was another dream between when I fell back to sleep and woke up again, but I didn't bother to write it down and have forgotten it.

.../There's a beautiful woman in front of a class explaining on a map, something about human migration. I add something I know about mongoloid people and the settlement of the Americas. Although it doesn't fit in the map, it looks distorted. I end saying that this is not confirmed yet. We have still 20 minutes, then we are going to draw some on a paper/...

.../I'm lying on a bed I realize my wife is on a bed close to mine sleeping together with our older daughter. I want to have some fun with my wife. I wake up and go to her side and kiss her. Things get a little bit warm...

* Alarm goes off

* Nap after work:

.../I'm wearing a black necktie with white spots/...

.../I little aggressive dog and his owner, a huge woman. The dog tries to bite me, she's scared, I don't care/...

.../We are on a car and I want to send an envelope into the erotic postbox. I ask a native guy to help me but we miss the corner where the postbox is. He doesn't have idea and I don't want him to send the letter in the wrong postbox/...

I have multiple False Awakenings and Lucid dreams all of the time.. One weird thing that happens during any type of False Awakenings that I have is:

I will realize that I am dreaming in the dream, and I will tell myself to wake up.. Then, if I try hard enough to wake up, I feel this pulling sensation.. It's almost like my soul is being ripped out of my body.. That's the best way that I can explain it... Usually, when I feel that crazy sensation, I wake up..


I either wake up into another dream, or I will wake up for real.. It's nuts.. I read somewhere that someone else has experienced the "pulling sensation." Nobody that I know personally has experienced something like that.. I was glad to read online today that I'm not the only one, and not crazy. Lol. In fact, I think that I read about that person's experience on here, but I can't find it again...

Walking around a lake, trying not to get in the water, I fall in as a nearby building violently implodes. Unphased, I swim to the bottom and walk on the sand down there. My friend joins me in this aqua-blue colored land. There are a few underwater plants, and some rocks, but mostly sand. We approach a hill, climbing up to an underwater cliff face. Before we get too close, a giant crab monster, twice the size of me jumps out at us, and shoots energy bubbles at us, while trying to pinch us in half! I dodge the attacks as best as I can, while my friend creates a psychonetic shield around himself, rendering him invulnerable to the crab beast. I notice it is quiet after the chaos, and that my friend has slain the crab monster while I was busy staying alive.

Walking over to its corpse once again, my friend summons the soul energy out of the body, looks at it for a moment, and then draws the light-mass into himself through his mouth, and flexes his muscles. "Holy sh!t" I think as I start to worry that he will kill me to absorb my energy as well. But soon thereafter, the spirit energy returns to the crab corpse, still lifeless, and I realize that this isn't Highlander, and my friend is currently unable to eat the souls of those he kills to grow stronger.

We continue walking out of the lake, and into a grocery store where we split up.

* Not much time to think about it...

...I see a 3D animation of a cross-section of the body of a bull, and what happens with it during bullfighting...
...some aluminum cans and bottles are set on a little mound, ready for shooting...

.../I'm in my grandparents house and realize the gas valve was not closed in the kitchen. I hold my breathing to getn in and close it. I hope nobody turns a light on. It looks like it was open the whole night. I open the windows to clean the air...

.../Multimillionaire people in the news that controlled what happened to be said on the other side of the hemisphere...

.../I'm with the musician who composes folk songs and we worked together for the carnivals on the year 2011. There's a kid who cannot play some piece of music. Now they are working on a new project. I bring my acoustic guitar that is broken. I want to participate too. I hear the melody and start to figuring out how does it goes on the guitar. I get to play the melody. It's interesting but the kid doesn't want to play it because of he thinks it will mark him for life. I know there's something wrong in his statement although I don't realize what is it, then I try to explain that it's a matter of the carnivals and of course he will remember that as a good experience. It would be worse to remember that he lost that opportunity! The song is a sort of tribute to a guy who exceptionally played the quena. I see and hear him playing that "r" sound in a quena. I remember a fake artist who refused to collaborate in a project and lost his opportunity because of his vanity, then I use his example to explain the kid that he shouldn't be afraid of participating in the project/...

* I woke up with the melody in my head and write it down...

...a beggar's bed on the stairs of the house...

.../I'm in my school bathrooms. The kids have made a nasty mess up around. I let the water flow to clean some of it/...

.../My glasses are broken and I give them to somebody who wants to explain something in front of a class. I see there's dirt on one of the lenses. I pick them back to clean it. We talk about something and she says: Does it still work?

* Alarm clock goes off

...Let's go walking, let them go...

Goal: At the very least, better dream recall

Last night's dream: I only remember one tiny snippet, which was a friend of mine saying "you should shave" while waving to her upper lip.

Personally, I don't think I need to shave

I don't recall too much from this dream, but I don't remember most of the lucid part.

The dreams starts with me coming into a grocery store of some sort. My friends and are just roaming around the store, and not much happens. I recall sitting down somewhere, and as I'm sitting I realize that I'm dreaming. I get up and start to walk around the store some more. I take in all the scenery, and I'm glad to see ADA is still making my dreams look and feel a lot more realistic. I now scratch the back of my head, and I can feel my hair rustle between my fingers. I start thinking about what I should do, and then I remember there is the TOTM to do. As I'm walking I desperately try to remember what the tasks are. I think for a good minute, and then I finally remember the ones I had my eye on. I need to do tequila shots, perform a song, and use the force. I figure using the force will be a good start, so I walk over to one of my friends and attempt to force choke him, but it doesn't work. I see my other coming up to me, and I thrust my hand out towards him, and I manage to force push him across the room. One down, two more to go. I decide the best idea would be to perform a song. To my convenience, there's a stereo set up nearby with a laptop hooked up to it, and there's a microphone near it. This will be easy, so I walk over. The stereos are blasting some song I don't remember, and there is a crowd of people listening. There's my audience I guess. I walk over to the laptop and put my own song into the search engine. I type in "Motorcycle Drive By" which is a song by Third Eye Blind. I find the the video and open it, and then I pause it. The people running the stereo don't seem to like my idea of just taking over everything at my own discrepancy, but like I give a damn. I'm the only real one here! I tell them to play the song when I get the microphone, and then I'll sing it. The continue to argue with me about the stereo, and I fight them back over it. And then my Dad awakes me.

I dreamt I was in one of the work vans but with 5 people in it. I was talking to an ottermode black dude with no shirt. I walked around and was at some sort of fair. We were making fun of some guy wearing a suit with sneakers. I think I knew the person. I was also wearing my suit. I was with a girl and we walked to a field and she was telling me to dance. I did and saw my shadow doing dances. She said she'd help me dance and I told her "No, I only dance good alone."
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I remember that I had a huge ringworm in one part of my body

I went into a tactical store and the cashier had the lights turned off so it was pretty dark. I looked around for a holster for my multitool or my flashlight. I eventually took out my flashlight and used it to light up some items. Another guy was using his flashlight too but it was taking pictures and he took a picture of me. Finally, the lights started to come on but I still couldn't find the items I was looking for

Dream Fragment: Me and like three other girls have military fleet ships in the sea, I purposely ignored the other ships radioing me because I was tired, and when we got back to shore the other girls walked away from me into the netted base and whispered stuff to tyra banks. Tyra then said she wanted to have a talk with me and sat next to me and I told her "I know, now you're gonna take my fleet ship away from me, and I have to leave". She looked at me in shock and said "No, just answer the radio next time". Then she walked away, and I walked down some boardwalk confused contemplating how I got my punishment so wrong and admired tyra's mercy.

Dream Fragment: I'm at this school like info show with booths everywhere giving out pamphlets. Me and my friend from high school walk off away from other people we were hanging out with on the edge of the auditorium stage and walk to this building next door. I suddenly remember this place we went to from another dream and I remember how much I like that place and ask her if we could walk down the street to that building again, and she says naw. (It actually was a place from a past dream that I remembered in this dream, that happens a lot to me for some reason) I beg with her that we won't get caught leaving and how the escalators at that place was fun but she just stands and stairs with a disinterested look on her face.

Dream Fragment: I'm at what seems like half school half mall. I know I don't have to be there, but I'm keeping an eye for out for school security or people of authority catching me outside or something. I walk into this half inside half outside hallway that's tarped off from the outside with blue tarp. I'm walking passed people walking around and suddenly I panic and realize the many bathroom doors beside me and I quickly enter one. When I get inside it's very dim with only the outside light slightly lighting it. I see two men, one with short hair and one with long hair. They scream like wusses and I apologize and say I thought this was the girls room, and I see a door to the right of me and ask the guy with the long hair who's sitting on a toilet with no stall if this led to the girls room and he say yes, so I walk in there but there's a shit ton of girls in there so I end up just leaving the restroom.

Morning of May 9, 2014. Friday.



In my dream, I am living in Cubitis with my wife (who has never been to America at this point). On the west wall of my old bedroom (where the three jalousie windows would otherwise be though now there is only one twelve-paned sash window in the middle - this being of a long-term precognitive change with no former knowledge) is a large but narrow shelf, about two feet across and about six feet up, almost as long as the room but stopping about two feet from the southwest corner. It is almost like the implied top of a bunk bed, I think.

There is no terror or distress as one might expect from the following sight (at least in the real word). There is a “five-foot spider” on the shelf, its legs hanging lazily over the edge of the shelf above our bed. It is black and “furry”. I am not even sure it is alive though, as it never moves the whole time. Perhaps it is even a large stuffed animal, as I do notice a small stuffed animal near the middle of the shelf which I think is a pale blue elephant with white triangles on its body. I am not sure what we will do. I visit the scene at least twice in at least one dream “reset”.

As spiders often represent the human hand in dreams (visually), this may relate to negative associations with typing my dreams from this time period with a much larger focus than when younger as well as placing them “on the web”, though because the giant spider is on my shelf, it may be associated with the vast dream journal material I have not yet posted and implying I am putting a lot of manual work in it all.

* We had a lot to do at home, went late to bed...

.../3rd person view. I see myself with dragon wings. There's something about feeding a dragon/...

.../I'm talking a walk inside an informal market. I see different things on sale, until I get to a jacket patches stand. I see some deconstructive ideas, some 3D art and stuff, but nothing really interesting to me. I get out of the market and find somebody is selling 2nd hand guitars on the street, I take a look if there's something worthwhile, nothing. Then I look up to a hill which is mixed with a tower. It's all covered in concrete. I find that interesting, and want to take a picture of that. My camera doesn't work, it's night and I cannot see any on the LCD. I try using the flash option. It flashes but apparently not enough. I try to figure out how could I take a picture of that. The more I look, the weirder it becomes. Now I try to illuminate the landscape by pointing the LCD screen of the camera. It gets better but I don't know how to take the picture now/...

.../I have to write an e-mail, announcing some bad news about one of my kids, she's no more with us. I have to face the fact, it gets hard to write down/...

* From time to time, this feeling of nostalgia spreads around and takes over all over the dream.