dream fragment

Date: 21 Jan

Entry 2/2

I thoroughly review in head the previous dreams and get more insomnia

Vaguely recall these two as I fell asleep afterwards.

DILD: I am in this yard like it was in the past, much wider, etc. Know I am dreaming and think of music. It think there was happiness, confidence and possibly thoughts about something before this part.

I start to sing or expect to hear a song. My subcon picks up a dream remix of "heal the world" by M. Jackson. I concentrate on making it sound like sung by a choir and hear the music loudly coming from everywhere and into me. Notice a few instruments too, really nice. I keep singing with the music but at some point I don't know the lyrics so that makes it hard for the music to continue. In addition, the more I become one with the music coming all around me, the more I lose sight of the yard and the dream and become blind. The dream soon fades.

I may have a micro awakening or so, no review, continue sleepying.

DILD:Don't remember the beginning of the dream. I am in this room, talking to bf and open and close a few doors, where I think about not locking them as it is a dream.

Bf is going somewhere but before I can say anything else, he vanishes. There's a stick that I decide to leave outside, should I need it for defense? I also notice a strange gurgling sound coming from a pipe, find it interesting. I go back to the same room, there were lots of bed there before but now it's a single connected bed the size of four beds is covering most of the room.

I remember I wanted to play with my ipad, so I try to summon it by drawing its shape with my fingers. It's funny because I do this instinctively rather than consciously. While there's a rectangular shape in progress, it isn't working to produce an ipad and on the bed just below my hands is my ipad so I grab it and try to stretch the frame. It happens, just as if I was dragging the image of a frame on a PC. I expand the screen to a TV size, then have to apply a bit more stretching as it does not stay in the desired shape for long. It gets small again. I think about trying to control the image.

Then something happens outside and now there are two scary zombi-like DCs and they are about to enter the place. I try to close the door although know they will get in anyways. I decide to face them and affect them. Actually, I feel quite confident and no matter how ugly they are (especially one with something coming out of his mouth), I just feel positivity and so spread it to them. They become quite happy and we just hang in there like drunk buddies. I stare in the eyes of one of them, he feels like a phantom rather than real person and is not looking at me with any purpose/driving force. The dream soon fades.

I black out before being able to journal and have a few other dream fragments.

I'm in this outside hallway, looks that of my high school or middle school or some shit. I'm just standing there with two DC's while all these people walk places they need to be. I tell one of the DC's that I finally cut my nails, and then I show him, but then he just stares at my nails with a confused look on his face, then he looks at my face with the same look and then totally walks away. So then I look at the other DC that is with me and he give me a sad look then walks away, I wonder what I have done wrong, so I look down at my nails, and they're long as fuck but I remember I cut them in WL and also they have dirt under them, I feel annoyed that they grew back or I never cut them or something, but I was more confused as to why it offended those two people so damn much, so I planned to go cut them off.

I'm at my cousin house, her daughter son husband and some of her friends are over. We are all sitting on two couches, and I guess we are all watching a football game. My Uncle builds this thing out of collector soccer boxes from Jack in the box or some shit. He just collected them because he must be better then everybody even at stupid shit like collecting puzzle like soccer boxes. You can put them together into different shapes. My uncle passes it around so he can feel pride that everyone is looking at it, but my cousins husband takes it and kicks it like a soccer ball, so them we all start to kick it back and forth and my uncle tries to get it back but we destroy it, but who cares it's cardboard from jack in the box. Then my uncle storms out of the room and we all continue to watch football.

I have to wash the car, but am concerned that the temperature is so low outside that all the water will instantly freeze on the ground and on the car. In addition, I do not have shoes on.


fragment #2

I see a butterfly, which in the dream is a "monarch." However, it has far fewer black stripes and white spots. I am slightly puzzled by this and feel foolish for mistakenly identifying this common butterfly for my whole life.

Morning of January 28, 2014. Tuesday.



In my dream this evening during a nap, I was looking at a dream journal site (not that common an event - I had only been vaguely thinking about the site). It becomes a standard to post dreams in a combination of actual photographs and pictures of a dream entry written out on something. In my case, I had posted the photograph of a very large cardboard poster near a fence (seemingly on a distorted version of our last home on Barolin Street) with a few miscellaneous items in the front yard, including a tricycle and an American football and some other items. I remember almost all of the “dream within a dream” in what was written, but quickly forgot it all upon waking (in the past, I had read entire novels in a few of my dream states, which is extremely uncomfortable - usually the repeat of a novel I had read in real life, but usually with a lot of additional distorted scenes).

In an “additional notes” area (in the “actual” photo of the cardboard poster that my dream is written on in large enough letters to read when on the web page) there is mention of a girl named Angélique in our family - with a note on the acute accent on the first letter “e” as if it had special significance in my dream (that is, the implied documented dream within this dream). After this, a poster from the “actual” dream journal site makes comments relating to her own dream, which I also cannot remember. I know there was something about “being a portal” and something about “lu” combined with another syllable or word.

The play on two meanings for “poster” is curious in this dream.

So I'm sitting on my couch, and I'm looking through photos of people and stuff, and suddenly I dissolve into a photo, and I see my friend at an even laughing and smiling and winning stuff, then it fades to another and different subject and scenarios keep happening, but I feel happy seeing my friend happy, but then in one of the still scenes since only I can move at normal speed, everyone else is slightly slow speed, I walk out of the shops door an the jingle bell on the door makes everyone one go normal speed and aware of me, and my friends and the other people chase after me, my friend with friendly intent, but the other people I feel want to kill me.

(I can only remember a glimpse of this dream)

I'm standing in this baby blue tiled room, scott and styles from teen wolf are standing in front of me arguing. I think to myself "why am I having this dream, this is a dream my sister would have". (YET I DIDN'T BECOME LUCID!!!!!!! >:O)

A Takarazuka production of Elisabeth with a new scene, in which Death is kneeling before young Elisabeth on the throne, kissing the underside of her wrist. Both of them are dressed in red; at the beginning of the scene, Death had been disguised in long red robes.

I can't remember most of this dream hardly

Dream Fragment: I'm watching this commercial, but not on a TV, like as if it's being performed for me in front of me. It's for anti bullying and when the adults talk to the kids the kids act concerned about bullying being a problem, but when the adults turn to each other and talk amongst themselves the children begin to bully and get evil looks on their faces with bad intent. They are manipulators, So I just fucking tune out and walk away and every one including the commercial adults get offended like I have no empathy. I just know better I tell them and look straight into the children's eyes, and they look back with surprise.

The most awkward thing happened to me a few days ago.

I was actually surprised at myself after this dream occured. I had the most obvious dream sign ever and I still didn't manage to become aware/lucid. I had more than 5 fingers on each of my hands and all I did was look at them and I have no idea what happened afterwards.

And then after a few days, something strange happened as well.

I was in a dream, I actually became aware, I was lucid and I didn't get excited but my dream was fading away slowly and I could hear myself breathe and I thought okay that was it. But I think that it was just a FA because I don't remember waking up tbh.

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The thing is that my dream recall is getting better. Getting lucid is apparently becoming easier and easier, but there's one thing I've noticed. It's easier for me to become lucid when I'm at my chalet on the mountains. I don't know why but nearly all of my lucid dreams have happened there.

I found myself in a warehouse with a door left of me and one on the right of me, And there where about 7 bad people and a dog named "chase" they where all hostile coming from the left of me and I can remember that they where all bad people for some reason not sure something like drug dealers murderers etc.. Anyways there where surrounding me.

I had the feeling of safe dream characters to my right out of my vision, I had welding gloves on and I remember holding my hand up towards and telling "chase" the dog to calm down and that it was alright anyways after some growling and snarling he calmed down and moved off to the right out of my vision..

I ended up in an all out brawl with the remaining hostile dream characters which one of them I broke their arm not sure how I defeated the others but the last dream character I noticed a knife of some sort on the floor, I grabbed it and threw it at this guys groin area anyways he went down..

Next I feel like I had made it out through the door on the right (I did not go through any door the next scene just appeared ) and started bounding away like you see in space movies jumping real high coming back down and bounding further away, about 6 leaps and I woke up remembering every detail.

As soon as I woke up I kept thinking I saw my hands in welding gloves why did I miss my chance to RC!?

I did not recognise any DC's and I do not know of a dog called Chase.

1. [Non-Lucid]
Was invited to my friends birthday party at her house.

We arrive at her house, upon entering nobody was around (the walls were painted orange I think), so I went out the back door into the garden, the garden had these metal wire fences scattered about the place so I had to navigate through them (some had holes that had been cut open) to get to the bottom of the garden where there is a shed packed with people talking and just hanging out having fun.

Was talking to my dad who was with me about me needing my harness off and on sometimes but he wasn't having it saying he would be far too busy to do that.

Fragments:
Following Emily back up to the house, its quite dark and we had navigate back though the fences.
Were in the house where I'm asked if I'm ready for dinner.
I see a small blue bowl with beans n sausages in it, and a bigger bowl behind it, all the while I keep hearing a noise. (I awakened to the phone ringing)

Morning of January 26, 2014. Sunday.



This is an annoying dream based on too much time spent on one sound-engineering session. Normally, I notch out (or compress with polarity reversal with two “silent” matched tracks) the area 110 Hz (A) in a full percussion track (I also bring out 49 Hz (close to G) prior to that for the bottom of the track itself - some people use 50 (as well as much higher bottoms), but I like the matched tonality with a real implied note (many people could care less about tuned percussion or tonal bottoms - or in fact - as modern tracks prove - tuned anything - in fact, a standard in dance music is NOT to be in tune, even using the “detuning” function in VSTs - that is for people who like to use music as a “weapon” as they so often do these days). This allows more of the bass guitar (and low end keyboard in bass range). Sometimes I am meticulous and play around a bit too long. Taking out too much makes both the snare (bottom) and the kick (top) too light and may also create an effect that is too punchy and sparse in one range just above or below the 110 Hz peak. Messing about with sound waves is a very tricky business.

At any rate, I am buying groceries and other supplies. I take out my credit card which is supposedly a “110 Hz” credit card. The cashier says that they do not take that type of card and I am very annoyed, as that is mostly all I seem to have with me in my dream. I am not sure what to do. I am trying to remember if I have another card to pay and pay with a combination of my oldest son’s card and a few dollars and coins that I find in my wallet. I am not sure why they do not take the card - I sense the bank may actually have issues with the store, perhaps in their business practices, not sure.

I also have a recurring dream of trying to align two sound-waves (that are polar reversals of each other) before I can properly make love. This does not make that much sense, as the audio would vanish if they were perfectly aligned - I think it has more to do with enjoying the “hidden” ghosting frequencies of misalignment and probably the hidden side (mid-side decoding) “thrills” especially with the odd “breathing verb” effect of some side extractions, which I sometimes tend to prefer in modern music over the actual intended tracks (depending on the level of out-of-phase artifacts in lower quality MP3s, of course, which is often too much to take).

Walking in the sloped field behind my house amidst some chickens. I knew that I wanted to fly but was not sure why or how. I looked down and I was spontaneously holding two wings, similar to those of a buzzard. I guessed that the best way to fly would be to just flap the two wings in my arm. Trying to gain some speed by running down hill, jumping and then flapping seemed to produce a few seconds of lift but eventually gravity seemed to strengthen and pull me down. Multiple repetitions later it became clear that the now eagle wings weren't working. Anxious to fly I scavenged my immediate surrounding and noticed a giant robot vending machine barely a foot to my left. Not through any particular reason I realized that I was currently residing in the dream world. Knowing that I had flown before multiple times, I just bounced up feeling these amazing upsurges as if I had full control over the gravity effecting me. I flew maybe 20 meters straight upwards and saw a fog blocking my sight from reaching outside the domain of my garden. A drowsiness spread over me and the world ended.

I'm walking down this street, it looks like somewhere in New York city. Then this double decker bus pulls up in front of me, and I stare at the side of it and zone out into and old film from like the 20's or 30's. I see a couple in topless car, and a crowd gathered around while it drives slowly cheering them on. In the car it looks exactly like jay-z and beyonce, but in old attire and hair style. They are important people in that era and not necessarily in a good way, they are driving down this exact street in New York that I'm standing. Then I zone back into the scene I was before, almost like I was in a trance. Now there's a woman standing there and she told me that is their doppelgangers, I ask her I f I had one, but she doesn't answer me and she returns to the bus and it drives away and I'm left tortured thinking about it.