dream fragment

Original entry dated Feb. 16, 2002:

I had a nightmare that I had a daughter. I don't remember much about it except that it was quite bizarre and I was very unhappy about many things that occurred in the dream.

I had a nightmare about a huge war in a desert, and a lot of people died, but I think that's more along the lines of the typical "post-apocalyptic" dream if not for one of the characters in it. I was 12 when I had it but the girl I met was so compelling that I still remember the dream. She was dressed in blue and had long, straight brown hair and dark, intense eyes. She was in her teens in the dream, but had an oval, almost classic face that was too sad for someone so young. She saved my life. In the dream, there were spaceship like planes that were black and flew very low, and tanklike things that transported weapons. I was almost crushed by one but she threw me out of the way. I can only assume that she died, but the whole scene was enveloped by the dust kicked up by tank-treads.

I had another dream about a bunch of people testing a plane. It looked kind of like a flat triangle. Like a stealth-bomber, but not quite, there was something decidedly different about it. In any case, the test backfired and the plane crashed and burned. Luckily, the pilot didn't die. I can't remember if he was badly injured or not.

This was followed by another, very long and vivid dream, which I'm going to try to actually do justice:

A tree towers to dizzying heights, wreathed in clouds. It is held up by a pillar of massive, mossy trunk. Through the tangled roots springs a city, its buildings sprouting like mushrooms between the toes of a giant. Grey and fading, the tree and city are cloaked by dusk. The strange slant of the sunlight causes the shadows to pool in strange places.

A man walks down the street, turning a corner, only to find himself amidst steaming tropical vegetation, a savage jungle. He panics, running blindly, and stares up into a dazzling sky to see something rushing toward him. That was how a nameless man was splattered in the middle of an intersection. The only person who took the time to observe this event was a small girl.

After pausing to observe this event, the girl continued on her way through the twisting streets. The residents of the city streamed about her in a phantasmal flow of ghosts, fantastic, colorful, distorted, and exaggerated.

Her eyes lit momentarily on a shadowy figure, and quickly jerked away. She drew into the phantom crowd, which closed around her in a flutter of harlequin rags, and she was relieved to see the figure encompassed by the swirl of paraders.

She withdrew from the stream of grotesques and picked her way along rambling streets, tiptoeing across melted bricks. She turned to find the shadow, floating languidly above the flowing pavement. It regarded her cooly with bulbous glowing orbs set into a body that seemed to have no substance at all, except for a blurred grey outline. Ghostly animals slunk behind the wilted trashcans, chittering softly from the half-shadows.

I've broken up some of these dream entries so I can tag them properly. With only 10 tags, it can be a little hard.

It's been a while so I don't remember much, but..

My parents are driving down a neighborhood street and I'm riding in the back. I see the biggest insectivore bats I've ever seen on top of roofs of houses - they were about the size of a large cat (a good thing for me). I get my parents to stop the car and I run out there and there is a normal-sized bat flying around that I manage to catch. There are a bunch of little kids around and I hold out the bat to the kids and teach them about it, and I allow it to lick their faces, which they enjoy.

In another part, I'm at my locker at school and my friend/locker partner is there, and we're putting in/getting out books from the locker. It's very awkward, since I've been away for a while and things are different.

I'm glad my recall is improving a little bit. Sure some nights, I still don't remember anything, but if I remain optimistic, maybe I'll be back to a daily recall.\

World War 1.5

Context: It was world war 1.5, happening sometime in the late 1920's. And many different cultures, each with varying levels of technology were all fighting one another.

Anyways, I was having some dream about a world war. We were storming the beach (somewhere). I can remember the beach was about 100 feet from the shore to a cliff. There were gaps in the cliff where it had collapsed and our soldiers were making their way up. But in between these gaps were bunkers where the enemy was shooting with us. It was either nighttime or just very dark, because the sun was blocked out by black clouds.
Some large explosion went off, maybe an atomic bomb. It didn't injure me too much but it flung me out about a mile from shore. I landed on a large piece of driftwood. I found that two other dream characters were also there. One male, one female. And they were both about my age. (I suppose in context with the dream, the armies, desperate for recruits were recruiting underage fighters. I'm 17.)
But being on the driftwood with these three was the part I remembered most vividly. The other boy had a large arrow in his back. (Remember the war was all different cultures with varying levels of technology.) The girl explained that she knew a magical healing spell but could only use it once. And she didn't know if she should take the arrow out and then use it. Or use the spell first, then take the arrow out.
I explained that it was a healing spell, and therefore it probably would stop the receiver from feeling pain. I asked her to use her spell while i pulled the arrow out. We were about to go, but I realized it was a barbed arrow. (You can't pull it out.)
I told her to use the spell, and instead, I pushed the arrow through the boy's body. The girl's spell looked something like the water-bending healing from TLA. I finnaly got the arrow out and there was no blood on it. (okay cool.) She ran out of energy to do her spell about a second later. And when she finished, the boy didn't even have a mark where the arrow used to be. He also said that the extraction was painless.
I went into "spectator mode" where I left my body and was flying around. I went back to the land where I was watching the second battle of the war. The army had advanced inland, and they were talking about using their hover tanks. (Hover tanks in 1920... erm ok).
The two armies met along a four lane road, with a desolate wasteland all around. The army that was "defending" had set up a roadblock with two rows of tanks, and a large number of soldiers. The soldiers guns were weird too, in that they had four barrels stacked vertically.
The attacking army had only a small platoon of soldiers that started fighting. Then a pair of tanks showed up to help them. I thought to myself that those were supposed to be hover tanks, and upon closer examination, I realized that they were in fact floating about a foot off the ground. (But that doesn't explain why they still had treads.)
My focus turned to one female solider on the "attacking" team. Her entire team was pretty overwhelmed, even with the hover tanks supporting them. Everyone around her was getting shot down, but she stood her ground. She was fighting with two small pistols. Eventually she got hit in the shoulder, but she kept fighting. She got hit again, this time in the leg. She fell down onto her knees, but still she kept fighting. A third shot hit her in the stomach. Still fighting, but the enemy soldiers were getting closer.
Finally one of the enemy soldiers, who was overly large and fast charged at her, and hit her three times. He stopped right in front of her, and fired two blue lasers from his gun, one hitting her in the head and the other, the chest. The lasers pushed her away and seemingly killed her.

Fragment.

I called my dad on his cell phone. I told him I was walking home. I was outside my high school. It was a bight, sunny spring day, and I was heading home.
I got an automatic text from a computer system. It was my hoverboard. (Because I guess I owned a hoverboard in this dream) it said that it had detected me leaving school and would automatically fly to me so that I could ride it home. I texted it back telling it to fly home without me. (God what the heck is wrong with me.)

I took 3 mg melatonin before bed. I don't know if it did my dreams any good, but I slept pretty well.

I dreamed that I was staying at somebody's house... a couple, who were maybe in their 60s. I don't remember the man very well, but the woman had shoulder-length dyed brown hair and wore sort of flowy pastel blue clothing with lots of jewelry. Their house was on the edge of the water. It was mostly open to the air, with pastel curtains hung between pillars. It reminded me a lot of some of the houses in Florida. When I asked about hurricanes, they said they'd rather live on the edge of the water than relocate to a hotel on slightly higher ground where they would just drown anyway.

Then, there was some sort of hurricane/typhoon. The house was blown to pieces. Somehow, the couple was unaffected by the craziness going on around them, but extremely concerned about me. Even though I hung on, I ended getting blown away.

The dream shifted. I was entering a city that was built on the water. I descended on the city from the air, somehow. The houses' walls were made of white plaster, and the rooftops were glittering ceramic tiles in all sorts of jewel tones. The architecture reminded me a lot of the American Southwest. There were canals between all of the houses. Somehow, all of this was on top of a mesa that rose out of the sea. I recall that I was able to get into the city because my cousin J helped me get a passport.

The environment around the mesa reminded me a lot of coastal South Africa. There was a cave system inside of the mesa, with different levels to it, all of them filled with enough water to pilot a boat around. The poorest people lived in boats in the lowest levels of the cave system (which also opened to the sea, through a tunnel that looked very mouth-like). The richest people lived in the houses on top of the mesa. The lowest level was very dimly lit, and the cave walls were made of sort of a brown clay.

I was at the lowest level, and suddenly had a boat. My boat was a little house-boat, about as small as a house-boat can get. The lowest level of the mesa, where I was, had terraces, with waterfalls. I thought the sound of one particular waterfall was very annoying, so I tried to pilot my boat to a higher level. One of the other residents was an extremely skinny man with tan skin and a shaved head. He stopped me and said they wouldn't allow boats at the higher levels, because the water was too shallow. I thought that sounded like bullshit, but turned around anyway.

The dream shifted. I was somehow involved in a plot to detonate a bomb somewhere in Sweden. I don't remember why. I remember moving there because my friend had moved there to teach English (which she does in real life) even though I really wanted to move to Norway instead.

My great grandfather lived in a run down little shack there, and wore a ratty red robe. I remember thinking that he looked very thin and frail. He was trying to tell me in broken English that what I was doing was evil, and begging me not to do it. I was doing it for his good as well as my own, although I don't remember how. After I had completed the task, I was able to move my great grandfather to a much better apartment. He still wore the same ratty red robe, and he refused to talk to me.

I woke up, rolled over.

Dreamed my roommate was talking about getting married to one of our other friends, but I don't recall anything else.

Dream recall from today's WBTB/naps.

Dream 1(fragments):

There was some stuff at home and some nonsense talk about credit cards.

Dream 2(fragments):

There was a fight between two groups of people near some house, one group transformed into werebeasts and there was one werewolf thgat was afraid of hallucinations that one person from different group could cause.

first dream:
I am at our family friends place that live out in the country on a farm and we are looking at pics that were taken from our last visit and there daughter says that in all the pics one of her freinds is grabbing my dick and when i look its true couse she is and i was real dissapionted that i didnt get in with her and then they say that were going for a walk and we do and the next thing i know were all the way out in deep heavy bush like real thick too and were trying to get to these huge sand dunes so we can run down them and shit and after ages of walking through tons of bush we get there i pick up a handfull of sand and the dream fades away.

second dream:
i am on a skateboard skating down the street (i dont skate in real life though) and i am going past this house and a guy says he wants me to come up and help him with somthing so i do and i go up to his house and he gives me a toy gun and says to shoot everyone inside and so i do and it shoots like a real gun and they all die but then they come back to life and i sit down with them and talk to them for a while and they seem pretty cool then they ask me my name and i make up a fake name witch is james but they dont believe me so i give them a fake last name witch is knight but they still dont believe me so they ask me to leave and i do and then i am skating back to my house and i stop to talk to some dude for a while then he skates off as well and before i can make it back to my place the dream ends.

I hardly remember anything at all, but, I remember that I was talking to someone about how we were currently in the care of a higher race of beings (that is, they came into being long before humans and so are more evolved, physically and technologically). They weren't malevolent or degrading or anything, they were just out there somewhere, aiding us with advanced technology and making sure we don't get hurt. At some point he and I go through a transporter, like on Star Trek (for the record, Star Trek had a lot to do with why I had this dream, I'm sure).

They were telling me about them/our situation, since apparently I didn't know and yet was going to live there. I don't know if that means I'm on a different planet, or I just came out of a coma, or what.

I don't remember if the person I was talking to was also human, part of that race, or part of another race with evolution similar to my own.

A woman's talking to some kind of spirit in a mirror, something that's teaching her magic. Watching this, it strikes me that the stories about vampires and mirrors come from the same place as this creature.

Based on AHS, 3 witches (including the supreme and her daughter), the daughter's blind, the other two are each missing one eye. Someone makes a blind-leading-the-blind joke. I'm thinking about the Graeae passing an eye between them.

Partners looking for a serial killer had three suspects in mind, but tracking them down has ruled each of them out. One of detectives is approached by a woman who believes her husband, Darryl, may be the killer. The detective ignores her, having heard many claims like this; but ignoring this one is a mistake, the woman's claim is true.

Four teenage girls have barricaded themselves in a room, two of them trying to protect the other two. There's some form of cult that's taken root in the town, there's an image of a girl in a bathtub covered in blood related to this; and the cult's summoning these two girls now, but they need the girls to come to them, they can't enter the room themselves. A girl from the cult appears outside the door as a sort of delegate, to talk.

Dorian Gray is talking to someone about the house he wants to leave, and the way memories seem have ingrained themselves in the very walls: the scent of a decomposing body even though he's long since disposed of it, the sound of music on the stairs although the musician's gone.

Brown something. I can only remember something brown texture. Could have been. Meat, as it was a positive smell with it.

As I went to sleep tonight, I recited a mantra, "I will stabilize". I also firmly fixed in my mind that as soon as I began dreaming, I would know that I was dreaming.

This worked. I spent some time drifting, and then a dream began. I was lying in bed, and the lights were on. I looked to my left. There were 3 tiny, glowing playing cards floating in the space above my head. I thought, "Yes, I'm dreaming," and snatched the playing cards from where they were floating. It's hard to explain, but the cards were a cue for me - it was specifically seeing the cards that made me lucid. I don't remember what suites the cards were, only that they were 1/4 the size of normal playing cards, they were glowing, and they immediately induced lucidity.

I got out of bed, and my bedroom was very different and not at all like my real bedroom. The carpet was worn out, and an ugly shade of tannish orangy brown. My "dream room" carpet is always this ugly color, for some reason. The door was in the wrong place, and led to a hallway that doesn't exist, and there was no furniture besides my bed. The bed was a twin, but in real life, I have a full. I said, "Stabilize!". I went to the door and tried to visualize that as soon as I went through it, I would be in a rainforest. I tried very hard to convince myself of this.

When I went through the door, everything was dark. I saw shadowy forms that hinted that I was in another room. I got frustrated and lost lucidity.

I woke up, grumbled, and tried WILD. I got past the initial wave and felt as if I was sinking into my bed. I sat up out of my body. I tried to open my eyes, but it was very hard, and I felt like I was opening my physical eyes. I was really tired and had work in the morning, so I gave up on it and lapsed back into unawareness. I dreamed that my head had made a huge dent in my pillow, so now my pillow had 2 lumps of stuffing on either side and nothing in the middle. I tossed and turned (in the dream) and tried to make it comfortable somehow.

I dreamed I was shopping at a store. I've never been there in my waking life. There was a desk on a top shelf that I was interested in - it was $50, and I thought it would make a good room divider. But my cell phone was malfunctioning badly. The screen came off (how?) and then it got hot to touch and melted. I got some of the melted screen on my finger, and it burned me. I kept thinking about how frustrated I was that all of my money now had to go toward buying a new phone. I needed a smartphone, too, so it was going to be expensive.

I woke up. I tried some visualizations. I visualized a room full of dolls, where each doll represented a DC I knew. I visualized putting a doll on the floor and making it grow to full size. (I was not asleep at this time). I began drifting off, but the visualization didn't completely take hold, and I didn't become lucid. Instead, the room became the room of a woman with a group of really odd friends. My dream followed their antics, but I don't recall any specifics on what they were.

Review:
Dream clues:
- Playing cards (instant lucidity)
- My pillow doesn't have stuffing. It's a memory foam pillow.
- Unfamiliar store, without recalling how I got there
- Malfunctioning phone (malfunctioning electronics)
- Spectator perspective

Edit: Believe it or not... I actually figured out the playing cards while I was riding the train home. In my dream, they were glowing like they were lit up LEDs. On the train ride home, there's an installation where LED playing cards flash by the train windows. I tend to stare out the window at them because I'm bored and they're something to look at... which means I'm also staring at my reflection. So, since mirrors instantly make me lucid (for some reason), apparently my brain linked the playing cards with my reflection strongly enough that just looking at a card makes me lucid.

Dream recall from today's WBTB/naps.

Dream 1(fragments):

I was going around streets then through an underground passage.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was playing hearthstone, but there was some weird system of numbers integrated for sending actions.

Dream 1(fragment):

I was on some island.

Dream 2(fragments):

There was a team of scientists that were making stealth suit designed especially for robbing banks, then some crazy black armored dude attacked the lab.

Dream 3(fragments):

I was in some kind of ancient temple/garden place and there was some dude that was jumping high.

Dream 4(fragment):

I was watching some anime.

Non-Lucid

Was at a concert in Melfort (Or a small town), and AC/DC was performing. I was worried, because the show was far from sold out (The crowd looked big at first, but at a second glance, showed only like 9 people). I was worried because AC/DC might not come back after this. I was standing off to the side of the stage, and the band came out. I screamed in excitement, and gave Angus the Devi horns sign. He flashed the sign back, and hi-fived me. Angus had a grape sucker hanging out of his mouth, as well as a toothpick with a pickle slice at the end (apparently this was his signature look). He was a young version of Angus (1970s). When I was screaming at the concert, I was sorta trying to keep it quiet, because nobody else was screaming and I felt embarrassed being the only one screaming.

I dreamed that I was part of a crew that was going to ride in a rocket to the moon. The capsule we were going in looked very old, like 1960s era Soviet technology, and it was very tiny. It had one circular room. 2 men were operating the actual controls, and I was supposed to navigate. For some reason, I did this with old-fashioned looking blueprints. Our first mission was successful.

Things went a little wrong during the 2nd mission. There was another woman, Sophia, who was training to be a navigator. They assigned both of us to the capsule for the next mission, but it was far too cramped for 4 people to fit inside... when all 4 people got in, I didn't have enough space to actually do my job. Finally, it was decided that Sophia would stay behind.

Eventually, we docked at a tiny space station with a room with several beds built into the wall.

Then, a perspective shift. I'm now a spectator, and Captain Kirk is leading an old-fashioned-looking starship. He's only doing it temporarily, until they pick up the "real" captain. They run into a very strange colony/organism, it's a giant, translucent, organic bag of liquid with worms and snake-like creatures inside of it. It reminds me a lot of looking through a microscope at a slide full of tiny creatures. Anyway, it engulfs the ship. Kirk leaves the ship and floats into a little air sac/bubble in order to try negotiating with the creatures, but they're sort of evil. Eventually, he decides it can't be done, so he punches a hole in the side of the sac and all of the fluid drains off into space.

Then I dream that my mother gave me 2 bowls of popcorn. One is smaller than the other. I sit and pet an orange kitten, and we both eat popcorn.

Review:
Dream clues:
- I do not normally operate rockets
- It is not the 1960s
- "Spectator" perspective
- My mother is 2000 miles away
- I don't own a kitten

Date: 08.11.13
Total sleep: Good question..
Daytime Techniques: hm..
Lucid Techniques: Repeating my mantras but without conviction and expectation
Recall Techniques: bad, bad, bad
Fell Asleep: Good question

Fragment One: Problems With My Mother
Dream:
...edited..

Fragment Two - Being Hunted By a Lunatic and Dead Animals
Dream
I was being on a journey with a bus and people I didn´t know.
We took bicycles and went into the woods with them. There was a story and a reason, why we - and esp. me, who lost the others - were hunted by somebody wanting to kill us.
I forgot, though.
Later there were zombie animals (farm-animals - cows, horses, pigs..) and somehow I had to find a living animal of the right species for each one of them to - don´t know - redeem them?
This finally worked out - I found those in the woods with my bike and paired them up on the bus-platform.
They just stood there and were happy then - half of them dead and decomposing.

We entered the bus and had sort of a picnic in there - then back on the bikes and it was the way from Munich to Tegernsee and the bikes were almost flying so fast did we go.

Somehow that guy later was completely friendly and took me home to his family and showed me, how to make traditional jewellery (see snippet).

Awake: two or three times in between dreams - got up at 11 am
Vividness: (scale of 1-15, 10 is waking life vividness) 8
Awareness: (1-10; or lucid) maybe 6, non lucid
Length: (how long it felt like! Because that matters) the dream with the second fragment - one day
Emotions: ..edited..
Dream Signs: Bavaria - again, my mother and me in my late teens

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