dream fragment

I was in a marsh kind of area. There was a girl who was making surf boards out of stretch insects and sea creatures. I took one of her surf boards and she became angry. I spent some time fiddling with the board, basically it looked like a large spikes caterpillar that you had pry open. The girls anger towards me seem to increase but I was confused as to why she didn't like me so I finally chased her down and talked it out with her( I don't remember any of the dialogue).

Then I was in California watching from a distance people surfing. There was some discussion about which is the best kind of surfboard and mine was not one of them. The tourists jumped over the barrier and kind of got in the way of the surfers. Then some of them headed down the cliff which was past the ocean they were at. Then in an instructional film style( like ones you see at a resort) it explained why the surfers were up in that water. It started where the surfers were then panned out to show that they were on a body of water on a huge cliff. Then it panned out to show the coral reefs by the cliff and where a huge long drop to bottom of the ocean began. Then it went back to the tourist making there way down the cliff. They jumped from one platform to another. They made it to the bottom and were at the waters edge. One of the tour guides was bragging and then she slipped of the cliff and fell in the water. She jumped back up but was embarrassed. The tourist were angry they couldn't physically see the drop. Then I piped in and explained that it was because of the perspective. Giant waves started to form and the tourist were scared they would get hurt. They asked the male your guide and he said "I sure hope not"this made them pretty mad.

Morning of January 11, 2014. Saturday.



Throughout my life since earliest childhood, it has been typical for me to have an average of at least one fairly vivid fire dream per week (but usually environmental or on the outside of my body, not internal) - not quite as often as water dreams (but both of which seem to greatly enhance vividness, even lucidity). Recently, they have increased dramatically (the last one being of walking up a burning staircase similar to the scene from “The Changeling”). There are a few different types of fire dreams, including some of very realistic fire and some of a more bluish “cool” fire-like form mixed in with the normal orange flames that has a more positive presence.

In this last otherwise uneventful dream, I am living in Cubitis yet again (with my wife and family). The neighbor’s house to the south has recently been vacated. The very fact that the house is now without occupants causes a fire to start mysteriously (without needing a person to be involved in any way), yet “automatically” as if there is some sort of rule or likelihood that a house must spontaneously catch on fire as soon as there are no people living in it for a few days or so (not sure of the time required). (During a time in La Crosse years ago, vacant boathouses were being burned deliberately, both apparently officially as well as illegally.)

I am looking out the window and watch mostly their carport and part of the front of the house burning for several minutes (after only sensing it will start up with no signs of fire to that particular point), making no attempt to call the fire department for some reason, almost as if it is meant to be, like some sort of natural, expected, and common event. There is only a vague sense of concern that our house might also catch on fire (as the flames become quite large and almost a bit horizontal at some points - the houses are fairly close together as well), but it does not dominate my dream at any point. There is still a vague idea that they have not completely moved out yet and may return to attempt to pick up one or two more things, as I think I see a cooler and a bit of fishing gear on the northern side of their carport, but it looks like it will just all burn up, at least on the inside (being a concrete block home with knotty pine and plain wood panels in only some of the rooms).

1. [Non-Lucid]
Visited my best friend/love interest, I got to her house and couldn't get in because there where huge steps at the back and front door, her dad decided to rip 1 of the brown wooden doors off a cabinet and placed it over the step at the front door the, {I felt shock and embarrassment after he destroyed a piece of furniture for me} honestly I barely remember anything about this dream but, I saw her and that made me so happy to remember that.

Fragments:
I'm on a passenger plane waiting for an ambi-lift thingy so I can unboard I think

2. [Non-Lucid]
My nose started to bleed out of my left nostril {I thought to myself that this is odd because I never bleed out of the left nostril} so I held a tissue against it, now I appear to be laying down and my Nan & Uncle are holding tissues on my nose to stop the bleeding, it stopped after a few minutes, I'm now at College in a classroom worrying that my nose will bleed again.

Red - Non Lucid
Green - Semi Lucid
Blue - Full Lucidity

I was somewhere out in the wilderness. I explored for a couple of minutes and found a massive spaceship crashed into the earth - the shape was similar to that of a frisbee. I touched what seemed like the entrance of the spaceship and it opened. The interior was purple and green. The floors were plain purple and the walls were green with paintings on them. I looked around and saw an old man with a turquoise skin colour. His hair was grey and he was sleeping on a broken brown arm chair. I walked through a blue door to see a hole in the floor of the spaceship which lead to the ground outside. I looked down the hole to see a woman with the same turquoise skin and wearing a green dress. Her hair was purple and she was holding a blue sword. She was slashing at some weird monsters that seemed to be part tree. She saw me and gave me a weapon. She did not like me and in fact she gave me a look of disgust when she looked at me. As we were clearing out this deep cavernous hole from monsters a monster attacked me from the back and killed me.
It was another dream, and I woke up in a village. I was in a bed, almost as if I'd been resting from the adventure I had.

I started thinking about my other dream and wondered what happened.

I lost my semi lucidity and was looking around at the room. The walls were made of wood and had various paintings about. There were chairs, a desk with some notes on it and a window which I looked out of. Through the door came bursting through the woman in the green dress. She was caressing me and worrying about me. Not because I was injured but because of something else which I do not recall.

I was somewhat lucid, and I was practicing my maneuvering skills. I was in third person, but couldn't seem to control my perspective. But no matter, this allowed me to better see what I was doing and where I was.
I was out over the ocean. There were these high tech towers with platforms out on the sides of them, set up in a long row. Supposedly this was some kind of course that was set up for lucid dreamers to practice their abilities. Beyond the towers were a couple of tropical islands about a mile away.
So there, I was just jumping from tower to tower. I was doing very well with... this and sometimes was even able to skip a platform or two and glide past them.
I get to the end of the course, and there is my dream-guide. I go back into first person mode. We sit on the last tower and start talking about... heck I don't recall now. (I woke up and wrote down not enough of the key points about this lucid dream at 2:00am by the light of my toy redstone lamp.) But the important part of our discussion was the part that I remembered. She started talking about teaching me "Jumping the Dream". (Is that the new Jumping the Shark?! I don't know. The dream is trying to make some bad joke here, but I don't get it.) I had two interpretations of that phrase. One was literal. Like what I had been just doing. Jumping in a dream. The other one was that it was shared dreaming, as in you were jumping to other people's dreams.
Okay, I don't remember learning squat about "jumping the dream". So I told her that.
And here's where the dream gets weird. After saying to her, "I don't recall learning this" she... er well she did something and I suddenly recalled two more lucid dreams. They felt like they were from the past two days. And here be the creepy part. When she helped me to remember them, It felt like she was the one who had done something to make me forget them.

Forgotten Lucid #1: was where we had talked about "Jumping the Dream". The only imagery I can recall is sitting with her somewhere discussing just that.

Forgotten Lucid #2: supposedly consisted of some kind of practice for "Jumping the dream" I can't recall any imagery.

Hang on. Am I missing something? So you taught me how to "Jump the dream" whatever the heck that means. You spent three nights now where I was lucid dreaming and for the first two nights you bother explain and teach this stuff to me only to do some dream guide hocus pocus and make me forget the dreams, then on the third night remind me of these other lucid dreams that I may or may not have actually had, and make me think that you taught me about something that I have no idea what it is.

What the heck?

Fragment#1 I was observing sharks ( well I didn't actually appear to be in this dream) but there were researchers watching sharks. One shark would eat another one then sink to the bottom. This happened three time in a row and each time the sharks belly would expand and become larger. This is just a side note but I am pretty sure they were bullsharks. The whole scene if viewed like within a picture plane took place on the bottom left side. If felt pretty smooshed to the bottom left side( this is kind of difficult to describe). Fragment#2 I was walking in a mall and had a plate of food in my hand. Went to the centre on the mall and there were two picnic benches. I sat down and began to shovel corn nibbles into my mouth. Just kind of gazing up and eating the corn. The next table to my right had two children and there parents and they were whispering that they knew me. They had the debate for a while and finally the little boy said I know you. Then scene panned out to where I saw myself from the Boys perspective and all I could see was my eyes black covered the rest. I then started to pick corn pieces out of my hair( I thought this was pretty funny). Then person at my table said its because I was only eating corn and she pointed to a huge platter which I got the feeling I was supposed to eat. I declined and left. I categorized these as fragments cause I felt there was so much more that I left out.

Woke up around 3:20 am with terrible toothache. Took pain killers. Went back to bed. Was awake for two more hours. Rolling around not able to relax or fall back asleep due to my toothache.
Only remember a dream fragment in which my boss calls me and asks me about a project on which I'm working on in my waking life as well.

I was riding on the school bus with C. I should probably note that the bus was not on its usual route. She was telling me about how she had gotten her hands on some "illegal music" and wanted me to hear it. She got out a CD case as well as a CD player (way to go oldschool.)
We both put on headphones and began listening. The music turned out to be really innocent sounding guitar and piano pieces with no vocals. I asked her why the music was illegal, but she did not respond.

Collection of fragments:

-I was riding the school bus (may have been the same dream) but I was standing ontop of the school bus. I got to see a third person view of myself. I was wearing a black jacket.

-Something to do with seeing a black energy orb with a white band across it.

-Something to do with a tropical location, had a beach and some palm trees.

-Something to do with a baby.

I'm standing behind a white pickup truck holding a shovel. The tailgate is down and the back has about 100 turtles in it. I scoop one up with the shovel and it's about the same size as the metal part of the shovel. I set it down in the sand on the ground next to the truck.

Morning of January 9, 2014. Thursday.



This is fairly short in detail, but not that short a dream. Five of my friends from my school days have died (possibly at the same time), including males Steve W and Bill W. There may be only one female in the group - I am mostly only certain of two of the male identities (perhaps a third being John C, who swallowed a tack in fifth grade and he thought he was going to die, but nothing happened to him from that event). I am at a computer at my (seeming) home at one point - I think I am facing south, but it is an unfamiliar apartment. For some reason, my five friends are to be entombed in my house.

I have a small “coffin”, possibly only about three or four feet long, yet somehow all five of the full skeletons fit in the one box longways (not sure why all five are supposed to be put together - they were not related in real life). There is a bit of sadness (not intense) and a vague thought regarding my own mortality. I am to store the “casket” near the computer desk. Logically, to be skeletons, either they had died some time ago (which does not seem to be the case) or some special method was used to both shrink and reduce them to only bone. I also am not even sure if they had been interred elsewhere for some time. This other character (unknown) just shows up and the theme unfolds.

I do notice that their skulls seem a bit “too small” at one point, yet realistically, they were correct size in my dream on afterthought, yet somehow they all still fit full-body in the box. There does not seem to be any logical reason why I am to be the “caretaker” of their bones (other than perhaps that I am the only remaining living one alive of their age or group, or perhaps class regarding a certain grade - unsure). As of this writing, they are all still alive.

In another dream, we are back living at Duffy Street and my father comes by with a few bags of groceries. For some reason, I am not alert to the implications of my dream. Then again, it could have actually been an older version of myself, as, in afterthought, I am not fully sure anymore. Maybe I will look in a mirror twenty years from now and check. The building seemed mirror-imaged (reversed east to west) to its actual design.

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All i can remember is a big pile say yay 1 metre high of clothing and undies at the end of my feet whilst in my bed... Pretty weird

I'm using a tea cup to catch rain that contains some kind of power.

There's a very important (possibly sacred) torch that I was meant to do something with (I have a vague impression of something involving the sky) but, while standing at the edge of a cliff, I've managed to drop the torch, and I'm watching it fall into the waves and go out. "Oops."

A group of five people in a car, on a road trip. They stop at a sushi place and one of them goes off to try to pick up a woman he saw outside. Two of the others say something, sheepish, about how they've been hitting the 'family' note a little too much on this trip, it must have freaked him out, and now he's proving to himself how unattached to them he is. They don't mind.

There's a portrait, tall and very narrow, of a woman standing in front of a Buddhist grave marker. The woman who was the subject of the portrait is standing in front of the painting, looking at it. A strange reptile-like creature steps out of the painting of the grave, and I know this is her dead son.

There's a memory gap - next fragment I remember clearly is in a dark space with three exits, an entrance to an afterlife, and the woman's talking with her son, who now looks more or less as he did in life - human - although there are shadows clinging to him in a shape suggesting a tail, and he's standing halfway in one of those three exits, with flames around his feet. They'd been saying something about how that exit's not for her, after she tried to hug him and he stopped her. She says, "Mommas hurt, darling. Men die." Then she vanishes.

I like to listen to this one audio for lucid dreams on youtube when I fall asleep. Even though it hasn’t given me a lucid dream yet, it always helps dream of D and have good dreams.
1. Mum and me are at D’s place. Somehow it doesn’t seem to be right. Suddenly D leaves and Mum tells me to put my shoes on and follow him, as I still have some stuff in his car he should give me. So put on some red slippers with sequins and follow him down the hallway. He wears this cremecolor sweater he wore on our first night out and his blue sunglasses. The main door is open so I can see him getting in his car. For some reason I don’t want him to see me and I turn to the left where there suddenly is a stairway (this doesn’t exist in reality). But D sees me anyway and gets out of the car to talk to me. I don’t recall the exact conversation but it was really positive and flirty. I was very happy.
2. Something about D again
3. Another dream but I forgot
4. I'm on the bus with this girl, Regina, who used to go to school with me about 10 years ago. We talk and seem to be good friends. Suddenly we have to chance seats for some weird reason. My dad is in the back of the bus so we decide to sit with him. Mum is in the hospital? And he took time off from work to take care of me.

I'm so happy at least in my dreams D and I still talk...

Morning of January 7, 2014. Tuesday.



My family and I seem to be living in a completely unfamiliar larger house in a rural area. Although the environment is not stressful, it still seems somewhat “off” in some ways. It does seem part of a larger one-storey apartment building at times - or two or three buildings very close together or partly connected. It is possible that aspects of this place will turn out to be related to a place we may live or visit (as with relatives) in the future, as that has often been the case in the past (with considerable detail) since earliest memory. There is a point at which I clean up a bit in a back room which seems to be some sort of immediate-outside-access utility room or ground-level open (on two-sides) porch. I pick up a few things and move some potted plants for the most part. There are at least two other older people in the area, a woman and a man (but not living together). Our living area seems to be the biggest, though. Not much happens. I remember a strange argument with an elderly lady that has something to do with getting (and having) more even when one does not want or need more. This is perhaps vaguely related to my wife’s mother, who always spent a bit extra to have a lot more vegetables and fruit, but which always sat around rotting and going to waste. She turned her entire lawns into gardens which then went to weeds and caused problems for the property owners. She even sent us a large box of bananas once (which my wife is allergic to) and they were rotting at the post office. Another time, she wanted to give my wife a large bag of bananas (that were already in a state of decay), but did not seem to know her own daughter’s health history (I guess because she was too busy fabricating it for hospitals and agencies). The idea of having a lot of something which you neither need nor want seems somewhat futile, but the woman in my dream seems to think that is “the” (right) way to live, apparently, an odd twist on “having enough”, I suppose. I feel sort of unusual trying to explain our situation to her (and how we do not want rotten food sitting around everywhere), but I am not sure if she sees me as intelligent.

This, in part, may also relate somewhat to a local grocery store (the only one that does this, in fact, actually the only store I ever saw do this in my lifetime) that tries to sell fruits and vegetables in an advanced stage of rotting (set on shelves in larger plastic bags, often leaking), for not even that much of a markdown. Thus, that one whole side of the store sometimes smells really bad. Can you imagine carrying a large leaking bag of rotting grapes to the checkout and trying to maintain a casual, sane expression, because I cannot.

The other dream related to going to what at first seems like a class reunion. However, I do not know anyone there and they are all much younger than me, so the “reunion” makes little sense. However, it may also be that the newer students are attending the reunion as a sort of courtesy or a celebration of the fact it has been serving the region for so long (as it seems members of the city council are there). There is some sort of yearbook which has very unusual writing in it, including some rather strange and rude paragraphs regarding male genitals (which loosely relates to a real-life event which I will describe at the end of this entry), which one younger male points out in a humorous sense. Time passes and I do not see anyone I actually know. However, it turns out that I am the prom “king” and am paired with LR - she was more like a nemesis in real life in my middle school years. However, I do not see her anywhere, either. I get a vague impression, though, that we will have to go up in front of everyone and that I will have to make a speech. I am not thrilled over the idea of standing up and making a speech, so I decide to leave just prior to when they are announcing the prom’s king and queen. Interestingly, my wife told me that she had been thinking of the movie “Carrie” (with no clues or recent history as such, or making any mention of it to me) which has a paranormal-related prom scene. These “funny” little connections (and seeming telepathy) happen all the time, even steadily after twenty years, sometimes even in a fully conscious state now.

I never went to a high-school prom or class reunion in real life, although I did go to the eighth-grade prom (but not with LR) - and, though I was on two of the lists, did not win any of the titles thank goodness (one for “most talkative’, one for "best-looking”). In real life, at the eighth-grade prom, someone had put on a 45 of Chuck Berry’s “My Ding-a-ling” and the chaperone looked appalled, immediately taking off the record as everyone did a seemingly aggravated collective groan over the act.

Side-note Lucid


Time snapshots
I'm driving in my car to go to my chiropractor. I realize it's still morning, and I don't have my appointment until early afternoon, but for some reason I don't turn around. I realize it's about ten thirty, and I know I have a conference call at eleven, so I just need to be sure not to miss it. I go through a light in the right lane which turns into a right-hand-only turn lane. I somehow end up letting the car coast to a stop. I'm really confused about what's going on. Two large trucks are to my left, also stopped. I remember there's an app on my phone that saves snapshots in time and lets me go back to them. I quickly pull it up and hit the Back button. With a sound like a timebug in World of Goo, I'm back at the last light, going through it. I know this is too late - I'm about to get stuck on the turn lane - so I hit the button again. Now I'm at the previous light, and I have time to switch lanes before I get stuck.

I'm really excited about this. If I can rewind time yet still remember everything that happened, the possibilities are endless! I can read all the books I want, then rewind time so that the reading took no time at all! I can spend a long time solving a difficult problem, then rewind time and remember the solution. I try to think if there's a way to bring something back with me, a completed piece of work, but I don't know how that could be done. Maybe there's a way to time-proof a USB stick? I start to think about sleep - surely being awake for a long time would take its toll? - but then I reason I can sleep whenever and then rewind time to before I slept.

I'm still driving. It's almost time for my appointment, so I can't turn around, but I'm still going to be pretty early. I'm on a two-lane road with lots of trees. Someone is trying to come out of a driveway on my left but waits for me to pass first. Now I'm walking into a strange structure. I'm in a short stairwell that's C shaped. The lighting is pretty dim. I start to walk up, then realize I'm still too early. I hear someone coming down and hurry out; I feel like I'd be embarrassed if I met them. Now I'm back outside walking down some steps. I pass a maintenance worker going the other way. I realize I'm wearing only my V-neck undershirt. He comments "nice neck." I'm a little embarrassed but I don't worry about it too much.

Now I realize that I can undo this whole trip if I have a snapshot from before I left. I go to pull up the time snapshot app, but I find that I have a bunch installed and it takes a moment to figure out which is the one I'd been using earlier. I'm disappointed to see that it only has three snapshots. The main listing only shows the time the snapshot was taken and not the date; I have to click the triple-dot icon to get a details page. One seems to be some kind of default snapshot - the date is 1-1-00 - and I'm not going to touch that. The next has a very strange label that I don't understand. In trying to get details about it I somehow put it into Sharing mode. I have no idea what it means to share a time snapshot, but I wish I hadn't done it.

Now I'm walking down a hallway in a building similar to the one I work in. Windows are floor to ceiling to my left, though there are occasional pillars and lots of moving boxes piled around. A wall is to my right, occasionally opening out into an office or other open area. I realize I'm now completely naked and don't have the phone any more. Oddly, I'm not embarrassed at all, more annoyed at myself. I have the feeling the phone is on my jeans on one of the piles of boxes further back in the hallway, but I'm not positive. I realize I have to get the phone: if I do, I can undo all of this. I turn around and start heading the other way. A couple of women come out of an office in front of me. I sidestep behind a pillar and use a hand to cover myself, nodding respectfully to them as they pass. Neither one takes any notice of me.

After the women pass without comment, I realize this is a dream. I do a nose-pinch RC to further convince myself, and I'm not surprised to feel air moving through my closed nostrils. I immediately try to remember my current goals. I know that number one on the list is to look at and count my fingers. I hold up my right hand and look at it. I have five fingers, but when I hold them stretched out, my middle and ring fingers are at a very obtuse angle - a little further and they'd be pointed directly away from each other. I keep looking and my hand kind of blurs; now it looks almost as if my left and right hands are superimposed on top of each other. I can see a thumb and pointer sticking out of each side, and there's a jumble of fingers in the middle. When I bend my pointer, I see it moving on both sides of my hand. I wiggle another finger and see both copies wiggling. I had been hoping I'd get an extra finger that I'd have conscious control over. Oh well, maybe another time.

I remember the next thing on the list was to try to become extra aware of my environment. To my left is what looks like a small section from a dollar store. Shelving units are filled with all kinds of junk. I decide to reapply the nose pinch (using my left hand) to help keep me focused, then start to look at the items on the shelves. The shelf nearest me has what look like baby bath toys. As I'm trying to slowly move my attention from one to another, I realize that I'm now holding my upper lip instead of my nose, so I readjust my fingers to once again hold my nose. I notice a couple of stacks of items on the shelf, and I realize they're shaking. I identify this as the dream not being as stable as it should be. I try to stare at them, willing them to stop shaking, but it doesn't work (in hindsight, focusing on them gave the vibrations more power; I should have just ignored them). I give up on it and keep walking along the corridor, coming out into a larger room. I get stuck with my eyes closed and I try to focus on breathing through my closed nose. After a few moments, the feeling of breathing through my nose changes subtly - more like my nose is stuffed - and I "realize" I've woken up so I can't breath through a pinched nose any more. I wake up for real moments later.


Fragment:
I'm trying to do something for a group of women. Nothing I do makes them happy, and I'm starting to feel really frustrated.