dream fragment

I had a dream that I was in space on a spaceship. I was fighting buggers from Ender's Game. I remember boxing with them and I got reinforced. R. Varela was there on the reinforcement squad and I knew he was going to slip and die while on the entry so I dove and saved him. I was wrestling and kicking a fat woman that was pulling me before I woke up.

1. [Non-Lucid]
I'm in Minecraft walking around with some other people, I walk over to this structure, too my surprise was a tall mossy stone creature with long arms started to attack and chase me so I ran.

2. [Non-Lucid]
I'm watching a cat (brown and white) jumping of this walkway into the sea below, this cat is a good swimmer as it paddles its way to the wooden platform at the other side, it jumped in again i think but this time the cat took a while to resurface as we worryingly watched air bubbles rise, then the cat popped back up.

I'm with a few family members and I'm talking to Becky about something secret.

We then go to MCDonalds, I was trying to find the MCDonalds in the dark of night so took me a few minutes, I walked down a steep road and found it, walked inside and took a left and saw Ellie and Becky at a table so I went over and sat down.

3. [Non-Lucid] [Vivid]
I'm sitting down in this restaurant at a table connected to the wall, I am eating something I think then this old woman with white curly hair and white woolly jumper comes and sits across from me and says "Show us your teeth" I'm like "uhhh no" realizing I hadn't brushed them and then kinda clamped my mouth firmly shut as I become very self conscious.

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Legend:
Vivid
Dream

Possible dream signs:
Ellie, Becky, Dad, Minecraft, Teeth?, MCDonalds

I must've been in a deep sleep tonight as I only had 1 dream and it was a fragment. It seemed to be reflecting from playing Sims University. I was going back to college and I had my day planned out to be able to study, do my chores, and some time left over for leisure. Definitely not like me in real life since I'm very unorganized. The dream didn't seem to go very far.

non-lucid

Dream One

I hang out at a classmate's house. He notices that my shirt is riding up a bit. I'm wearing my teal shirt that usually I wear an undershirt under but in the dream wasn't wearing. I pull it down. He attempts to sexually harass me and I push him away and run out of his house.

Then, he starts targeting me and my family at our house. This is my parents' house, but the layout of the house isn't exactly like the house in real life. He targets us through the windows and we hide all around.

My dad is in the dream, trying to protect me.

Dream Two

There's this man at another house. The old man type with a son or something of the sort. I think he hates birds. Then there's this house next door to it. My dream focuses on the man and then on the other house, like an omniscient perspective. I'm not sure if I'm in the dream or not. The man becomes mad for some reason and goes to the other house to try to target the people from the windows. The people try to hide in the blind spots.

Morning of February 28, 2014. Friday.



My brother-in-law Bob (much younger in my dream, possibly only forty, while I seem to be only about twenty) and I are out near what first seems like the ocean, but should actually be the Black River area of the Mississippi in Wisconsin. He tells me that it is too windy to fish, but I am not concerned. I cast my line out anyway and the hook blows back into my hair a few times (but does not get entangled or injure me). Eventually I drop the line closer to shore where it is rocky just under the water. There are several fish about the size of a larger bluegill. They have orange bodies with black stripes and are like a mix of striper, bluegill, and crappie. Bob calls them stripers, I think, though there is possibly another name I do not recall.

We go a short distance north where the water and shore is very different. There are people all in a line along the high bank overlooking darker water and it almost seems like we are inside a huge building. I notice a large fish in the water and so I swing my line down near to where it is. I watch the fish come up and take the bait in its mouth. The water is murky, yet I somehow perceive everything clearly.

“Pull back,” says Bob, “Set the hook.”

I pull back and the weight is extreme. When it comes out of the water, it looks just like Monstro from Disney’s “Pinocchio” movie, angled more upward over time, even with the sketchy (cartoon) appearance. Everyone else is watching. It seems unlikely that I would be able to pull it up and out of the water (especially considering that the embankment is fairly high from the water’s surface), yet I do, and as I do, it becomes smaller and more like a large largemouth bass as I swing it around and to the other side onto the ground. For some reason, I get the impression that people think I had never caught a fish before. Bob does not seem to have started fishing yet, but I consider that there will be more to catch here.

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The whale is the emergent consciousness precursor, though its transformation into a largemouth bass is typical dream state transmutation by way of RAS mediation and neural gating in subliminal awareness of being in the dream state. My dream also features the common water lowering waking symbolism. The whale appears as the image from “Pinocchio”; Monstro. This is autosymbolic of the dream self being akin to a marionette, that is, not the real conscious self identity in waking life, though with the potential to be controlled within the dream by the conscious self identity. However, in subliminal recognition of being in the dream state, the whale does not swallow me (which would otherwise be autosymbolism for my dream self being coalesced into consciousness), and instead, passively becomes a largemouth bass as the emergent consciousness factor by way of neural gating.

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There was a beautiful naked girl standing on the sidewalk. The only thing she had on were reading glasses. I looked at her and kept walking where she said I had to go. I turned around and said "Let's do something tonight" she responded "I'm not hooking up with you". I told her "That's not what I said. I said let's do something tonight. She agreed and I can't remember what else happened.

The only thing I remember of my dream was getting a boobjob from a blonde girl I was hitting on. She didn't wanna go further but I do remember driving around a suburban zone and C. Alexander, L. Hernandez, and T. Jackson. I also remember holding my dream journal

Had a dream, that some new law passed and then once the law passed, my house turned into a giant warehouse and the security doors closed and there was a whole population living in here. aliens and some types of rapid dog wolves were killing people and we were all trying to survive. killing the creatures anything we could get our hands on.

Grey Eyes
Gonna be a very memorable fragment. I just remember looking into a pair of big grey eyes that were looking back. As I looked at them, I noticed one eye started turning more orange and the other eye started turning more blue.

Weirdest House Ever
I was with a large group of people at some Caribbean restaurant. Though this feels more like one of those far east places with the big grill table where they cook the food in front of you. I guess a combination of those two places. We were deciding what to order. I kept trying to order fish, but the host/hostess (can't remember if it was a boy or a girl now.) was saying that they were out of fish and could not serve me any because their whole supply of fish had been served two days ago and they had to order more. I just decided to order some french fries instead.
After the host/hostess left, I put my head down and fell asleep. (So there's such a thing as a false awakening, but is there such a thing as false-falling asleep?)
The next thing I know, somebody tells me to look at the moons in the sky. I look up and see four small moons in a row.
Wait a second? Moons? As in plural? That's a dream sign! [Does nose pinch reality check]. Heck yeah a lucid!
Side note interjection: I have been on a really frustrating dry spell for the past two weeks. It seems like no amount of reality checks or MILD mantras can break it. Last night, I just gave up, I was like" f**k it, I haven't LD'ed in two weeks" I can't break this dry spell, I'll just wait for it to end. So I actually had some conflicting feelings about getting lucid. Okay, great, I'm lucid, but also really? I'm lucid after I just gave up.
"Wait... does this mean that I'm asleep in that restaurant? *shugs* may as well enjoy it while it lasts."
Anyways, I'm in a subdivision again. I didn't stabilize, but dang this dream is vivid. I can feel the warm rays of the sun coming down on me. I can feel the ground with each footstep, and the visuals were the equivalent of watching a HD Widescreen TV. I look around and notice there are some cars sitting around. Maybe I could try and drive one while lucid. Nah, some other time.
I start walking down the middle of the street. As I do, it becomes more and more apparent that I am in my own subdivision, rather than just a random one.
I can even hear stuff. I look behind me because I hear a car coming. I see a red minivan driving down the road. The character driving pulls to the left and drives across some laws before pulling into what I assume was his driveway.
Yeah, real considerate of your neighbors, random dream character.
And because I had given up on lucid dreaming out of frustration, I had no intentions or dream goals. And my lucidity wasn't crystal clear, so I guess I just defaulted to "talk to my dream guide". Maybe she will be in one of these houses. I pick a random house, a rather strange looking one for my sub that has pale green bricks and a large glass window on the front. This looks like the sort of place I could find her.
I walk up to the front lawn. As I get closer some kind of security system becomes visible. Not because I was too far from the house. It was because it was camouflaged somehow. There is a small glass box on the front lawn, and a high glass fence. The fence has some kind of blue energy conduit running along the top.
I walk into the glass box. There is a little doorbell button. I press it.
"Hey! Hey! Buzz Me In!"
The door opens and I walk into the lawn. By the front door of the house are four security guards holding assault rifles. I get to the door, that appears to be made of solid metal. (What kind of place is this?!) This door opens for me too and I go inside.
I climb the stairs and get to the second floor. The whole second floor of this house has been converted into this bar/nightclub setup.
The last thing that I recall is that a girl walks past me carrying an Ipod and her earbud cable gets caught around my arm. I help the little girl get it untangled and remind her to wrap up her cable as to not let it get caught on things.

This is a fairly short dream yet with blissful feelings in parts.

Two airplanes, at two different times, supposedly vanish during their long flight. Somehow, which is rather ridiculous, they each had about sixty-five thousand passengers. They were not even any type of special aircraft; just a normal 747, I think. Each airplane was also flying directly above the Arctic region or the Geographic North Pole, supposedly a region of its normal route. The mainstream news comes on reporting on the sixty-five thousand people that had disappeared during the flight. The full story is not seemingly revealed in the news, though.

Over time, I consider the one hundred thirty-thousand people that went missing. I later realize that my wife and I must have been on one of the airplanes (the first, it seems). At first, it doesn't seem to make sense. I decide that the people who supposedly vanished did not actually vanish but achieved some sort of closeness to the Source which made them different somehow; not invisible, yet somehow not seen since (by "normal" people).

I see imagery of two silhouettes, mostly from the sides, which seems to be my wife and me (my right side and my wife's left side). Arms move outward and it seems to be some sort of intimate communication but not set to a particular location. There are no locational features or awareness if it is inside or outside. I consider creating some sort of pirate broadcast that reveals the truth about the one hundred thirty thousand people who were now linked to the Source. It doesn't seem that feasible, though, because people might not be able to understand it. I am not sure what exactly happened. Even if the people phased into a different form that could not be detected by others (even though they could interact with each other), the planes would likely have landed, though, just seemingly without the passengers. So, I am not sure if the planes and passengers "disappeared" or only the passengers "vanished" (without knowing of their "condition" until later) while the planes then landed - apparently the pilots did not "vanish", I think. This is not fully clear in afterthought. It may also be some sort of coverup where the authorities know what happened but will not tell the public.

For some reason, this all seems to be a good thing, that is, a positive experience (for the now "hidden") for all on the flights.

Morning of February 27, 2014. Thursday.



I am on the porch of my sister Marilyn’s house in La Crosse (who died recently). My youngest son is there (near the left of the front room’s doorway) but he does not do or say much. There is an armchair to the left of the doorway. My sister Marilyn is only there very briefly near the south end of the porch (farthest left of the doorway). My sister Carol is also there, seemingly younger and healthy (she had passed away prior to Marilyn). She is talking in a fairly fast way as she had in real life. She had a heart attack in real life at a fairly young age (especially for a female), but this was not directly related to her death. I think she is mostly talking about how to communicate with other deceased relatives in the dream state, particularly brother Jim.

Time passes, and my brother Jim appears (who had also died). He appears fairly young and jovial. Prior to this, I had heard an unusual tonal “whooshing” in my left ear in three stages, which seemed to indicate he would appear soon (somewhat akin to a phone ringing, I suppose). He just appears out of nowhere on the middle of the porch. I feel very happy. He gives me three bear hugs though calls me by my surname instead of my first name (something he never did in reality - my surname is different due to having a different father - his father had died as a result of an accident while falling asleep at the wheel or so I was told). My brother-in-law is the only one who ever called me by my surname only, every now and then. My sister Marilyn also had a routine where she called him (my brother-in-law; her husband) by his last name when she could not seem to get his attention when he was commonly blankly “frozen” to the television.

The part with my brother Jim is the most vivid and somewhat exhilarating, with a very happy and enriching mood. It is very good to see him even though it is only a dream. Even when alive, he always appeared in my dreams more than other relatives (excluding my parents) other than sister Marilyn.

An offset scene from this dream (prior to these events on the carport) relate to my sister Marilyn (who had not appeared for very long in the carport scene). There are two somewhat disjointed parts. There is a scene where Marilyn discusses that a vest I made (not much like the one I made in real life) is not legal. It is not legal due to not using a certain kind of gemstone that has been “approved” by one (apparently snobbish) department of government bureaucracy. (Of course, in reality, this is rather absurd as more and more deception and fraud in businesses unfolds as time goes by and hardly anything is ever done.) Supposedly, the gemstones in the partial “vest” (which is a bit more like a woven, mostly woolen “breastplate” that ties up in the back) are not valuable enough to include in a hobby or project even if not put up for sale. These gemstones are in an equidistant squarish arrangement (about one and a half inches apart in each direction) and somewhat of a darker cyan shade, over most of the front. I do not think they are really “wrong” for the project, just not “allowable” by bureaucracy - for example, as a comparison, only being able to use real diamonds in clothing rather than rhinestones, regardless of any claims or actual usage of the clothing in any venue.

Somehow, the above implications are connected to a confusing series of events. Firemen and police are involved. I believe I hide my “unapproved” vest in the basement as well as noticing some sort of weird narrow ramps (two smaller ones, unconnected with each other) in place of the floor’s trapdoor (located in the bathroom as in real life), which I have trouble with. There also seems to be something about a package delivered to the wrong address. I am not really sure why firemen would assume the role of postal inspectors or gemstone appraisers at apparently the same time. I pretend to be otherwise delayed in the bathroom while trying to align the ramps to the floor. It does not make much sense. (In real life, I made the vest in sewing class in middle school where there were only a few other males.)

Later, there is some sort of Keystone-Kops-like misadventure. A female officer is chasing around an artificial (robotic) cat, which is causing problems with traffic and causing firemen to get stuck in trees during attempted rescues (whereas the robot cat just climbs quickly back down each time a firemen is “stuck” in a particular tree). The officer calls the cat a “bot”. Confusion ensues in a highly impersonal way.

As usual, this dream had precognitive layers. Firemen actually did visit our house shortly after my dream but it was related to something concerning the neighbor’s place (of which we had known nothing about). No firemen or fire inspectors had ever been to any of our homes before in all the years I had lived in Australia and also, I had rarely dreamed about firemen in my lifetime.

Dream
Notes

In my first dream, I was standing in the middle of somewhere and it was raining. This scene was very similar to the dream I had the night before.

In my next dream, I was an assassin and was in a place that looked like a temple. There was water between the walkways that were made of stone. That's where I was hiding. Instead of killing people, I would have sex with them.

A helicopter crashed in my next dream and me and three other people were in it. We got out and zombies started attacking us. It was like Left4Dead but I had no useful weapons. We went inside a building that looked like a mall and I struggled to find weapons while killing zombies. My team didn't seem to care about me and would advance even if I was in trouble. I managed to grab and electric razor and that's what I used as a weapon even though it was useless.

The only things I remember from my dream was a car with the headlights on and water. The water was a small river or something.

I was in a western-looking town in the middle of the desert with the class I was in while I lived in Venezuela. Jennifer was there and so was Desirae. All three of us were then in an elevator of Nona Enza's former apartment. Jennifer was trying to convince me to get back with her and Desirae was mad about it.

I was at work walking to south housing. I notice M. Cisneros had my parkour pants on. I ignore it and when I get to south housing, I do a wall run and then notice a lot of the sergeants from the military looking for the flight students. I go look for Cisneros through the work gate but can't find him.

I dreamt that I was in bed and my sister was getting ready to go somewhere with her friend. The news was saying that there was gonna be a storm. I set up my computer and my sister told me my GF left and she was about to leave too, despite the storm. I went to the porch and looked outside. It was raining and I asked "You really consider this a storm?" There were two guys outside smoking or something.