dream fragment

Dream
Notes

I had mostly fragments last night. The two I can remember had to do with inmates.

On my first one, I was coming into Los Lunas from I-25 north. L. Sanchez was driving and the light was green. There were many cars on the lane going from our left to our right. Sanchez didn't want to turn left while other cars were also turning despite there being two lanes. I got mad but eventually he turned. The sun was setting in this dream.

I was in a room with a bunk bed. There were a few people in there and there were also a lot of tools. People were taking the tools. I was taking some and B. Joe was also. We ended up staying last. I remember a window in the room and it looked like we were in a very tall building. I grabbed Joe, got somethings, and asked when he gets out. He said in 5 days and I took my necklace off, removed the handcuff key, and threw the cross at him, telling him to keep it.

Woke up late and had no time to write down my dream, so now I just remember fragments of it.

I had to go on some sort of trip with someone and the hotel beds were covered with bugs that looked like stink bugs. I had no choice but to sleep in the bed anyways.

An aircraft of sorts was crash landing and another aircraft came up under it to catch it. They landed safely.

One of my close friends is dying in the hospital but instead of seeing them, I knit a scarf at home.
*this dream has probably resulted from me knitting while watching Grey's Anatomy *

1. [Non-Lucid]
Sneaking into my Nans house to play a game that is hidden under the house in a sandy hole, so I crawl on in there and I'm underneath a panel with a mesh pattern with lots of little holes in (like a vent), then Nan walks in and stands directly above me, the panel creeks and sand comes falling from it (I also heard the sand), I freeze as to be as quite as possible, she walks away...phew.
Now I reverse crawl out of the hole and worried that I'll get stuck because its quite narrow, I see my Nans plasma Tv at the exit (The exit must lead into the living room).

2. [Non-Lucid]
Something in space on spaceships. Possibly a game.

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Fragments:
Cold for some reason

Possible dream signs:
Nan

I remembered this dream a lot better a few hours ago but I had work to do in the morning :'(

I was going to a party thrown by a very wealthy family.

The inside was filled with men in black and white tuxedos and women in dresses worth thousands of dollars and jewelry worth far more. The hostess treated my friend like she had known him forever but when she looked at me, I believe she said that I looked homeless or something. She made me go down to their basement which was a spa, stocked with several copper bathtubs and a lady that worked there.

The lady in the basement spa made me get into a bathtub that was just filled with warm water first and then a second bathtub that was filled with some special blend of herbs. The hostess' husband and son were also down there and they took a bath too. The husband was pretty nice. I remember he had a big smile on his face and he was constantly smoking a cigar. But the son was a little asshole. The hostess' daughter came down and started hanging out with us. After awhile we ended up doing naughty things together (myself and the daughter).

All of a sudden it's morning and their son has decided he hates his parents and the wealth and he wants to go live somewhere else. So he throws me a set of keys and I'm thinking, sweet a fancy new car! But no, it was the key to his portable washing machine (lol what?). I asked him if I could take his ps3 and he said, "no way!"

I took it anyways.

The hostess came down and was furious that I had slept with her daughter and she let me know that she called the police. I raced upstairs with this portable washing machine and a box filled with ps3 stuff. My friend was up there and we went outside. The police were waiting and they were really nice. I repeated the end of the dream a 2nd time just for fun and in the 2nd version I decided to stay on the rich peoples' lawn to see if the police would mess with me and they ended up tasing me.

24.02.2014

Driving on rooftops (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was driving my car on top of narrow rooftops. My mother and sister were in the car too, and I guess we were searching for a parking spot.
At some point we got out and tried to climb over some kind of antenna onto another building.

Night of February 24, 2014. Monday.



This seemingly night-long dream sequence keeps repeating at about four different levels. They consist of different ideas but flow in a seemingly important established “system”. Dreaming of a consistent repeating system (often related to a precise physical position you need to be in - or series of positions), “adjusting” to it, and moving through it again, is a fairly common type of dream since earliest memory, though I have never heard anyone else talk about it much. Sometimes it is blissful, other times a bit irritating and repetitive. Sometimes it relates to supposedly going into the “exact same dream” again from where you left off as long as several years ago. It even seems to have something to do with certain folds of the blanket (at certain locations) at times.

The main aspects here…I am trying to mentally emboss a design on the side of the wardrobe. I believe there are several false awakenings. It is like two somewhat oval emblems side by side that have different languages or some such. There is some sort of exotic writing on each, but both different. The one on the right does have something that vaguely resembles a fancy cursive “W”, though, with other smaller patterns. I guess it looks a bit like two different car logos jammed incongruously together.

Also, at times, I am trying to mentally work out the alteration of a waveform and keeping its exact same musical qualities no matter how the tempo is altered (there is software that does this but most is very unsatisfactory - adding annoying and obvious artifacts and obvious “stretching” nuances, especially with drum tracks). It is something like changing the tempo from 115 bpm to 70 bpm and working out the proportion downward by dividing the original by 12 (based on the 12 notes in one octave), in the formula (in this case only) being 70/115 = ?/12, which would supposedly indicate moving 7.3 half-tones (in a granular construct) down to keep the nuances exact. I have not tested this yet, so do not know if it is a viable idea - I have done similar work quite often before, but went by ear mostly. It does not sound very viable - it would be more along the lines of distance from source pitch by percentage, as tempo is not directly related to frequency (in Hz). I know the old sampler keyboards from many years back simply changed the speed of the wave sound, though (both faster and slower, for the entire pitch range), but this was too artificial-sounding (to the point of absurdity - but a nice useless toy for some “musicians”, I guess) to be of much use.

Also, with other several false awakenings, I am mentally creating some sort of “wind tunnel” through the middle of the bed, about a foot up. This has something to do with getting rid of my bad cold (I have not had much of a cold or flu in years - regardless of all the foreign backpackers coming and going to the illegal “hotels” on our street - and did not even feel the “entry” of this one as I usually do). It will supposedly work by sucking up aspects of the virus and pull them into a different dimension.

Through all of this, I am doing some sort of horizontal “slow-motion dance” over an hour or two, whereby my body needs to be in exact positions to maintain the work I am supposedly doing (related to the other three imaginary scenes). I think I am doing this in real life a few times, other times it is only from within my dream.

1. [Non-Lucid] [Kinda Vivid]
Where walking towards an elevator where this kid has pressed the call button, we spot someone going to the shop on past the elevator so we go over for some reason (I think he is Walter Bishop from Fringe).

As I look around the shop I notice a shelf of videos across from me (1 was bright yellow and had the Flubber logo on the spine and the other was very faded and had something written on the spine).

We walk back over to the elevator and the kid is still there, the elevator arrives and the doors open, I am mortified at the state of the insides, (First off it looks like a service elevator, the walls had vertical zigzags painted black, it was grimy and dirty, it was disgusting) the elevator starts to ascend, it slowly jitters and bounces its way up to the next level, at this point I'm pretty scared of the lift getting stuck, luckily we make it to the next floor and the doors open.

2. [Non-Lucid] [Kinda Vivid]
I'm in Minecraft flying around collecting stars which I have no idea of their purpose (the stars where 2D and spinning), this all seems to be happening on a little island I think made of snow, I kept flying behind the scenes and saw bedrock in some places.

3. [Non-Lucid]
I appear to be bobsledding down these narrow snowy courses.

4. [Non-Lucid]
I am very angry at something, I think my Mum.

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Possible dream signs:
Walter, Elevator, Minecraft, Mum

I was in a small house with a woman that told me to watch over her newborn baby while she was gone, i said that i would do it.I was carrying the baby around with me, but i would always forget about it if i put it down somewhere.After forgetting about the baby several times i thought to myself "i have to pay more attention this baby can boost my awareness".Everything got dark and a new scene started to form with me being on a cliff with my friend.We were looking in front of us and saw 3 bridges but there was no way to cross over to them and the baby was on the last bridge where the sealing was going more and more down to crush it.Im not sure if i was lucid at this moment because i suggested to got to the baby by using one of my teleportation techniques which i normally use only in lucid dreams.So i threw a kunai and teleported to its location where me and my friend were fighting some people and then just when the sealing was about to fall on the baby i teleported fast and saved it.While we were walking with the baby back to her mother the baby looked strange and evil.

Was breaking free of some area, had a shotgun was blasting at people, made a break for the streets, was walking away from the scene I escaped, then BAM shot in the leg I fall. I think about taking my shotgun and ending myself briefly, but don't, then a man comes up to me and offers me a hand up and I am able to get back on the run and get to the trees/woods/dirt place. I find a dirt cave and hide.

Dream 1

I find myself in a living room of some kind sitting there with my fiance. She is talking to me about how she doesnt believe in Lucid dreaming and that its dumb and fake. I tell her that i have to disagree as right now I am lucid dreaming(im not really) I tell her that i can prove it to her by simply playing a few games with her and I can still win because I can control the dream as I am dreaming it. We turn on an old nintendo and put in a few games. One of them was a racing game We played it and i closed my eyes and kept racing and won the game I opened them and said see look i could see the turns in my head because I was controling it. We then put in another game and it was a tank shooting game. I closed my eyes but this time it was harder to control I could tell i was missing several shots due to the fact that my tank and another tank looked so much alike I cheated and peeked and saw which one i was and closed my eyes again and then destroyed the game by shooting every tank and blowing them instantly. I smiled and opened my eyes and told her that I wasnt lieing and that I was lucid dreaming and sharing the dream with her. She finnaly agreed and we just went about doing random things.

Dream 2.

I was in my old town and was driving my Jeep. I was mind my own business going slow when the front tire basicly blew up. I got out and thought that was weird... So i got out got into my old car and headed down a street. I got a ways and my car began to shake very violently I thought to myself what is going on? I looked around and then boom! my front left tire on this car blew up as well. I got out looked at and thought how the hell is this happening.. I got back in and im like screw it im almost to my parents house i can drive it the rest of the way like this. So i did just that i hoped in and went slow and drove the car to my parents house. When i got there it was our old home before it was remodeled my parents were clearing out my old room and for some reason i had lots of dishes in my room and my parents were trying to say that they were nasty and there was cum in the cups and stuff. I told them that is nasty that even thought i would do that and they finnaly were like Oh your right it was just ramen??

Dream 3.

I went to a church and sat with some family friends. It felt like somebody was after us but I couldnt really tell who or why. We stood up and began to leave but one of them forgot their camera so i bent down to grab it and they were gone.

Dream 4

I went to a college and was talking to this girl(dont recall any details about her) she was helping me with the class kind of seemed like a teacher but also a student. I had a new book but then after looking away and back at it there was pencil writing all over the book and it looked horrible. there was also random papers inside the book that were not mine.

Dream 5.

I was superman and I was flying around but I would hit theese spots above water that was a weird gravity flux. It would make me fall down and not be able to fly. I destroyed them one by one and some how made a bunch of rocks go flying into space. I hid myself amongst the rocks as there was some people looking for me. I made my way back to earth shortly after and hit the biggest Gravity flux of them all. I fell down into this snowy ice area and broke off the outershell to this thing. it turned out to be somebodies house that was designed just like the other gravity things I tried to break into it but it had an energy barrier and i couldnt break it but i could pull it and everything. I pulled part of it out and a secuity system activated and it threw me to the ground and poured out this teal colored liquid. It then said out loud YOu can only destroy me when you know the amount of ounces you need . I figured out i needed alot of this luquid and then i needed to stab it when a very long and sharp object. I then began to do jut that and broke the shield.

Dream 6.

I was captured with some other people inside of this giant base. Bad guys were keeping us locked up and then for some reason decided to let us out. We got away from them but then got locked up inside a different cage. Each cage had a different look to it which we found out was because it was custome made for us. One guy had a cage that had all white walls but the ground was all red (dexter related) he was saying it had to do probably with when he can first recall he was found in a white room that was covered in blood on the floor. My room was orange but had white lines on it and there was a few others that had rooms to. The dream became more of a movie and i was watching it in third person seeing the badguys then the good guys. The good guys eventually broke out again and got away and that is when I woke up

Something to do with my parents setting up for my eighteenth birthday party (that already happened, yohoo reality check!) But the neighbors next door are throwing a party as well and there is a long pointless argument about how much space each person's party takes up.

Something to do with my high school graduation. (yohoo, not for 4 more months, reality check!) The graduation is taking place in this auditorium similar to the one my high school has but it feels like the auditorium is facing the wrong way.

Something to do with staying at some motel. The motel has a convenience store in the lobby with mostly just snack food (chips, candy bars, etc) The convenience store has a refrigerated section that you can walk into and it is much larger than it seems necessary. I eventually find myself outside again. I go into another door and find myself inside a school.

Yeah, that made no sense to me either.

Something to do with me talking with this elderly man outside my house. (Well we were outside my house but it felt like we were way off in the wilderness.) He was talking to me about these throwing darts that he had and explaining to me that at night, wolves come and bite into the back end (opposite the tip, these darts had a small cushion on the back end) and when their fang goes into it, it makes a buckeye and the cushion hardens because of the wolf saliva.
The man says something about wanting to sell weapons and train people in martial arts. He tries to demonstrate these karate kicks but fails miserably.
Then the man decides to teach me something by shooting me with a revolver. (Not the brightest, now is he.) He gets his revolver and it looks really big and bulky. The bullets too look really big and bulky. He has me stand about fifteen feet away from me, and continues. (Don't know if it was intentional or not) shooting all around me.
He gets to his last bullet and aims it at my legs. He fires and the bullet suddenly starts going really slow and everything else stops moving. I Jump into the air and stick there. The bullet moves fast once more and flies under me and everything else starts moving at normal pace again.
Hmm... that was weird that I could dodge a bullet like that. I should definitely keep an eye out if I'm going to have more lucid dreaming experiences. Let's do a reality check just to be
-wakes up-

I dreamt that I was in school learning Russian. The blonde female teacher was teaching me a few words and how to use the computer's command buttons. I was also asked to draw the letter P a lot.

I was in a big room with 2 other guys and we were playing with some boxes. They dressed up in childish suits and started fighting like idiots. Lucy was there so was Mark from Level 2 Maintenance.
I then appeared on a shore with people selling stuff on stands and medium buildings behind me. There was water that separated various islands. One particular island had a very large tower. I had to Mark of the Outsider and was able to Blink. I had a few missions, one of them was to kill a guy hoarding food. After I killed him in his underwater cave, I found a lot of stored potatoes. I left and found out that Mark got the credit for finding them. The area thrived and there was no more hunger. Mark knew it was thanks to me so he allowed me to share his riches. Later, a cop was abusing his power and whipping people. I confronted him and he tried to spray me. He missed and I knew it was a weak type of pepper spray. I grabbed my Phase IV from my duty belt and sprayed him back. I took his whip and started hitting him with it. He started running but I chased after him. He ran toweards the water and jumped. He started to fly and turned into a cat. In mid air, he turned around and started to fly towards the city but I jumped, Blinked right in front of him, and whipped him in the back of the neck. He fell to the floor and I threw the whip down. A security guard picked it up and showed me how ripped up the whip got after I hit him. I looked at the dying cop/cat, pulled out my pistol, and shot him, ending his misery.

Morning of February 22, 2014. Saturday.



This is a more positive variant on the recurring King Street dreams (which I have had off and on for over twenty years) where I often owe a lot of back rent and am wandering about at different times through a former or present room. There have been many variations.

I end up looking around in the south-most apartment on the east side of the big boarding house. It does not seem to be the place I had lived at recently (and I never had that particular apartment in real life). There is not that much activity or movement from other potential tenants. Later on, there is a first-time (I think) variation in this type of dream. The landlady comes up and says I can have that particular room and I will actually be paid to live there. This seems a bit unusual, but I guess that is how it will then be (in my dream). I still believe that I should be paying her, though.

Apparently, I had actually been living in the middle room (as I had once in real life) on the east side of the building, before wandering off and living elsewhere (unknown) or being homeless for six months or less, I think. Someone else, however, had been living there for a few weeks though my belongings were all still in the room exactly as I had left them.

My belongings, other than a few clothes, turn out to be a large number of mostly hardcover science fiction books (including Isaac Asimov’s “Foundation”) and 33 rpm record albums, mostly in larger cardboard boxes. As I move them to my new living location, a couple others help, and the other tenant (about nineteen and likely a local university student) seems somewhat relieved that he has more space for his own possessions.

Then comes the somewhat disjointed and more unusual part of my dream. For some reason, I put on the video of Rick Springfield’s “Speak to the Sky” (a song I played often in my youth - yet did not know he was Australian and from Sydney). This is not like the one I actually have.

It is not any real video, though, and it does not even look like him. He plays an acoustic guitar (with a large mic and amp, I think) in front of a small audience on a mostly featureless and inconsequential stage. There is a strong focus on some sort of eerie buzzing effect on one of the guitar strings every two measures or so - probably the low E string. He supposedly makes this sound by placing a stick just close enough to the string to cause the additional sound each time. I suppose I should be wondering how he is able to play the guitar with both hands and hold the stick at the same time. I do not question this obvious impossibility, though. At times, it looks like an ordinary board from the outer wall of a wooden house.

(In afterthought, this may be some sort of play on George Harrison’s “While My Guitar Gently Weeps” and possibly also with the saying “Speak softly and carry a big stick”). From there, not much happens other than a bit of idle conversation and look around at my supposed large record collection, spread out over about seven or more boxes as well as the same for the books. “Speak to the Sky” has appeared (or rather played) in my dreams more than other songs, I would say.

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I had a dream which was kind of short the other night, but it was a pretty interesting one. I dream I am at my friend Connor's house, only in the dream it isn't his house, rather a kidnapper's home. My friends and I visit the home and we are kidnapped by a man by the name of Rick. He also manages to kidnap my dog as well. We are held captive for awhile until if I recall right, my friends distract the man in some sort of way. They might've attacked him, but my memory isn't clear on it. Anyway, I take this moment to try and escape. I run off and for some reason I take my dog with me. I've got nothing against him, but why would anyone take their dog with them in this situation, when they would oblivious to what is going on? I don't take this into account and continue running away. I make it to the fields of the local high school and I continue to run. My dog now starts barking, and I knew that we were a dead giveaway now. This is until I see a police officer nearby and I grab his attention. I tell him a man named Rick has my friends kidnapped and is going to kill us all. As I say this, Rick and his partner show up. The police officer then pulls out a revolver and shoots Rick's partner square in the face without hesitation.

Damn! Talk about merciless! He then tries to kill Rick but fails before Rick can kill him. I see that the revolver is still on the ground in front of me, and I grab it. I check the bullets to see only two left. I put the loader back in and fire multiple times, only to hear clicks. Then a round fires and misses Rick by mere inches, and then another round fires, this one hitting him in the chest. Rick is down for the count now, and we're free! That's all I can remember.