dream fragment

Edit: This is a partial entry with one dream sequence omitted. See file 0818-0819; recall note: mall apartment, egg achievement, delivery man.

I've got a few fragments to record, unfortunately I ran into a problem wherein I woke up perfectly to remember them, thought about the dreams enough to crystallize them somewhat (or at least for sure the fragments I'm about to write down), but then I intentionally neglected to get up to write them down. This is something to work on overcoming in the future. I was reluctant to get up under the justification that it was sort of the middle of the work week and I was too tired to get up and write for a while to justify doing it. Plus some of the subject matter of the first one made me reluctant to bother to remember it at all (in fact, although I feel it's beneficial to write as much detail as I can remember, I'd still kind of rather any readers skip over this post). I would like to congratulate myself on the noticeably improved dream recall though, it's amazing what just a little effort can do to go a long way towards awakening at the end of dreams and remembering plenty of detail.

So here we go. As usually I'll try to keep it as chronologically in order as possible.

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The next one was a shorter fragment. I was with my immediate family. Everything seemed kind of retrograde; my brother was younger and both my parents were heavier as though it was before they both had gastric bypasses. We walked through a small junkyard into the waiting room of what looked like a car repair shop, but was apparently a combination car repair shop/walk-in clinic. Everyone sat down in a chair to wait but me; I paced around the room being annoyed and angry that once again people I'd known for years had nothing but contempt and disregard for my medical opinion. At some point I noticed my mother was missing a foot, and I thought, "Diabetes." Curiously, she was still able to walk fine despite the missing/invisible foot. She got up to ask the receptionist what was taking so long, she sounded frustrated, in pain, and desperate. She then went and sat down at a different spot. She was trying to partially cover her face with her coat, but I noticed she was crying. I continued pacing around and making mental notes about my family members until the dream ended.

One last quick note: just went to start breakfast and I remembered one more super short fragment wherein I noticed that the free expired 2-liter bottle of Dr. Pepper I brought home from work a few days ago expired in 1995.

Comment Dream Lucid Dream

Had a MILD-1 class again last night. When I woke up after only 3 hours of sleep I couldn't remember much from my dreams except for:

I'm in a huge imaginary city, together with a Highschool mate of mine. We're going to a festival, but I've got a broken bike and he's got sore feet from his rollerskates. Going strong >_<.

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This dream is from when I awoke this morning. Apparently I continued my previous dream.

The festival is over. My mate's gone and so is my bike. On my way home I encounter an old lady that can't seem to find her own home anymore. She tells me she lives in a street called the Bokken (which would translate to Bucks in english, the animals). I tell her I know where that is and lead here home. It felt like quite a time before we got there, but dreams can be deceivable like that. In the end we arrived at the Bokken though, a street on the bank of a gracht. I remember the entire scene had a yellowy sepia filter over it. On the bank were four copper alligator statues, but I didn't pay them much attention.
Fast forward and I'm a secret agent together with two of my housemates. We're still in the vicinity of the Bokken, but at a small public square. No one's there except us. I spot a laptop and a small beamer on a bench and walk towards them. As soon as I touch them I know this is a laptop from a female spy of our 'enemy corporation' and I decide to hack it. We're after an (unknown) item and this laptop could very well tell us where it is. It runs on windows 98 and takes a couple of minutes before I extract the information: that we need to infiltrate the house of this spy and retrieve our item there.
Fortunately, his house is very close and no one's home. We enter, go upstairs to her room and search for the item. One of my colleagues finds it and he leaves together with my other colleague as backup. I'm to remove our traces and follow them later on. Whilst doing that I hear she-spy coming home and going upstairs. The room has two doors and I hide against the wall of one of the doors. She-spy enters through the other door and I try to make my escape. She's too fast though and knocks me down on the head. Game over.

Fortunately I can try again (wtf?!). I find myself hiding against the wall again, but this time she enters through this door. I rapidly bash the door against her head and make my escape. Outside I find myself in a semi-lucid dream where I jump over hedges. I know I can decide what hedge to jump over. Sometimes the dream 'doesn't listen', but I do have the sense of control. Quickly lost that, though.
I reunite with my colleagues at the four alligator statues in the Bokken. Apparently we're to use the item in combination with one of the statues but agent H tells me it isn't working. I quickly check an online FAQ and it says we forgot to rub the statue with a special type of oil. We don't have that though and neither do we have the time, because the enemies have found us. It's time to prepare for the final battle. Slowly the scene around me changes into a psychedelic disco painting. Afterwards it doesn't make sense at all, but in my dream it was perfectly logical. People killing each other of to get that item, the environment turning and twisting around us. In the end, I passed away too and woke up.

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Missed dreamsigns:
- Me being a spy
- Dying and getting a second chance?
- The semi-lucid hedgejumping sequence
- The psychedelic final battle

Spoiler for Psychedelic Final Stage:

I was Quasimodo in an alternated universe. Frollo wasn't so bad. He was understanding, and really did want to protect Quasimodo from horrid attitudes. (He had a complete personality change..!) Unfortunately he had another adopted son who was extremely jealous, and made certain things weren't much better in this universe. He kept trying to get Quasimodo in trouble with Frollo. Upon seeing just how that was impossible to do, he decided to take matters into his own hands. When Quasimodo was ringing the bells the other son knocked him out from behind with some piece of wood. He glanced around, and then threw Quasimodo's unconscious form out of the bell tower's window. He then took his place, ringing the bells. That is when frantic screams were heard, as they found Quasimodo's dead body.

I am looking after my father's shop. Eating Lasagna. The lighting is dim, orange. A customer looks at our new caps and say that we should have brought them in earlier. She wears a blue dress. I talk to one of the employees. What an ordinary dream.

18.08.2010

Assigning a job (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

A more decent night. Hopefully my subconscious is digesting all the new changes in my professional waking life. One fragment and two lucids.

First:

- I had to assign a job to someone.
- Everything looked normal and I had one applicant.
- The applicant's profile was not the best, but I assigned him the job.
- I called him over the phone.
- It was afternoon.

Missed dream signs:
- Unknown.

What I would have done if lucid:
- Unknown.

This was my first real "attempt" at lucidity. I have been lucid before, and have exerted a large amount of control as well. I additionally have read about all the sorts of methods, but really dislike anything that requires me to wake up. I additionally have never really kept a dream journal.

So I am walking out of the Barnes and Noble's bookstore near my house (which I went to Thursday), and I notice that my car is totally messed up. All the doors are open and I notice that the roof is slanted and the car is really just screwed up. At this point my thought process is totally wacked and I just realize that I am dreaming. I start to lose control and the dream starts to fade. I spin, and come back. I take it and drive to the Chick-fil-a that is near the bookstore. I get out and meet my friends coming out of the store. Then I look behind me and notice a guy getting back into my car (which was unlocked) and I grab my keys and try to lock it as fast as I can. He is locked out. He starts to come towards me and then my not very intimidating friend intimidates the guy into leaving me alone. I think I recall later getting into a knife fight with the guy.

Next part of the dream I am in a small town near Waco TX, but I think I am in Denton/Krum, TX (which is 3 hours North or more). I get on my phone for google maps and search an address. A large green arrow comes down and points to the house next to me, but I am afraid to knock. I remember having my Corolla and stuff.

I was very congested this night, so my dreams were kind of short. Before going to sleep, I repeated some mantras to myself over and over as I had seen that on the forums. Here was the result:

I was picking herbs out of a woman's garden. I knew the woman, but I do not know her name, nor can I place her face.

I was woken up by my nose, and did not remember any other dreams after going back to bed.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Night one (17/08/10):
I'm on the phone with my mother, an earthquake stikes. It gets really bad, my house is shaking a lot and I think I might die, but miraculously, there's no damage to the building whatsoever. We talk about it for some time on the phone and the feeling of having survived is incredible.
Then I'm on some island with a group, hikking on a volcano side. Suddendly it shows signs that it will erupt and we try to get the hell out of there. Then it gets blurred.
Then I'm wandering on a shopping center - I get lucid, I think about the future and future lives and I'm carried into a new dream in the future.
I'm orbiting the earth on a ship, seeing the planet through a window. Someone by my side tells me that the graphics on the screen (some orange areas overlapping the poles) are sites where the atmosphere is in serious state of degradation and will soon disrupt. I feel his worry and want to know more but it ends there.
Not lucid anymore, I'm now helping some young people renewing a house they occupied, when the police comes to arrest us. They offer no resistance but I hide and run away. Then I start being chased and I use my ability to fly to get out of there. But there's this guy, not wearing a police uniform, and he can also fly! I think "shit" and he soon gets to me. Strangely enough, when he gets me, I feel extremely attracted to him, I seduce him and I kiss him. He offers no resistance and it gets hot.

Night two (17/08/10):
I recall being on a city, on the subway, but no details.
Then I'm on a train, my boyfriend is there with me, along with other people. We need to get out at a certain station and I have my bags ready. Unfortunately my boyfriend forgot to pack and all his stuff is still in the sleeping cabine. When we reach destination he just gets out and I'm left behind packing his stuff. I feel upset but decide to get out on next station and come back to meet him.
Then I'm on a public pool or aquatic park. Lots of people, lots of fun, but I'm just watching from this platform/balcony and passing by.
Apparently I'm again with my friends from the train or whatever. We're walking a deserted area, when some strange aircraft flies over and drops ahead some kind of gadget - looks like a missile. One of the guys goes to see what it is and takes a little box containing a little insect-like spy robot from the thing. As a group of agents/militaries approach the place, we try to get out of their way and watch what's going on. They see us but realize we have no clue what's going on, so they just take the stuff with them and go away.
Later I'm again with these friends on some mountain with view to the ocean or a lake. We are in a kind of gathering, with a guru, everybody sitting on a circle on pillows. But it seems to be quite a silly thing what is going on, so one of the guys comes to me and suggests that we go do something else. We go downhill to the water and I realise I'm also very attracted to him. For some reason there's a point on the dream in which I start to sing "Mi Chico Latino" from Geri Hallywell (go figure, maybe the guy was latino, but I didn't notice). He dives on the water, clothes and all and I'm feeling quite happy, almost like a teenager in love.
Maybe because our other friend kept the tiny robot he had stolen, the camp is attacked by agents - bombs exploding everywhere. But we are by the water and we hide behind a boat.

Night three (18/08/10):
It started with the classical dream of zombie's attack. I came in contact with some kind of "alien" creature that was "infecting" people to become zombies at his service. He saw that I saw and he chased me. He could send laser-like rays through his eyes and he managed to burn me a little. I almost died but escaped.
Then I tried to warn everybody, but the zombie people looked entirely normal so they were already on the subways and on the streets and they spread exponentially. Soon after it was impossible to be on the streets because they were everywhere. Don't remember what happened then, maybe I just got tired of the dream and moved on.
In another dream I was again with some anonymous group of people. We were outside, I think there was a wall behind us and I was feeling frisky. I started flirting with a guy and he wasn't even interesting. He offered some resistance so I ended up playing alone, if you know what I mean.
So I found myself in a house. I remember being on a balcony and realising I was in some foreign country.
I walked around visiting the place but not really sure of where I was. I had a plane in 3 hours to return home so I needed to go back and get my bag from the house, but I saw this Zara shop (of clothes) and fell in love with a red dress for only 6 EUR! I bought it with debit card and realized that the people on the store were speaking spanish. When they realised I was portuguese they started talking to me trying to convince me to register for some kind of event. I told them I was just departing.
Then I had another dream where I was watching a conversation between two people that I know, they were talking about having some money to spend and I approached them with a concrete suggestion of how to apply that money (something that I'm actually organizing in my wake life). We were standing on the lawn in front of a house and all of a sudden there was an explosion and all the glass, wood, concrete, was flying in our direction. Everything was in slow motion, I threw myself on the floor but was aware that I would be hit by some of those debris. Althoug I wasn't fully lucid, I was kind of aware it was a dream, so it was interesting to think about how it would hurt me, but didn't feel afraid.

What I found most interesting in these dreams is that I had the feeling that some of the DCs were actually dreamers sharing the dream with me. The guy that was chasing me through the air, the guy I flierted with, the guy who stole the robot and the guy that invited me to the water, they all had something more than regular DCs, they left an impression on me that they were actual people.

This is just a fragment of a dream I had last night. Just a warning, it was unusually boring.

I was driving on a four lane highway with a concrete divider that had a fence high enough to where I didn’t see oncoming traffic. It was night and I was in the slow lane. A thought came to me, almost a warning that I should be in the slow lane because other vehicles would collide with me. Just then I saw the lights of multiple vehicles in the fast lane driving towards me. A mild sense of panic came over me and I resolved myself for the impact but it didn’t come. They passed me with the sound of small gusts of wind and left me in the darkness of night again.

It was a while before I came upon a gas station sitting alone at a t-junction in the freeway. The junction was little more than the end of one road (perhaps one lane as I don’t remember two) and the sharp curving of another road (almost 90 degrees at the junction but the road had it’s own curve facing away). It had steel rail guards on the far side. I pulled into the gas station and as I got out of my car I noticed the pump had 135 octane for a $1.42 a gallon. I thought it odd and looked for the brand of gas station. It was labeled Isuzu, with blue, white and some other color perhaps. At that point I woke up.

Recall has been decent, although I cannot remember the entire dream. This one has a common theme: water. Seems like I dream about water a lot.

I am at the Baltimore Inner Harbor, or something similar. The water is clear, and under the water, I can see plants and people using remote control submarines. For some reason, there was a flood, and now water is everywhere.

None of this made any sense, but I awoke with a feeling of dread. I think there was more to the dream, and I just don't remember it all.

Conditions:
Fell asleep: 12:00 am
2400 mg of Omega 3-6 Fish Oil

COMMENT LUCID NON LUCID DREAM SIGN

Slept in this morning, so was rushing. I only remember a tiny frag of my dream. There were 2 bikers, the only thing I remember clearly is they both had leather jackets and one had an incredibly white tshirt.

These dreams happened over 4 sleep cycles but it's difficult to separate when they happened

Flying back and forth for a job interview, staying in a hotel. S,R,L and W are there, something about a TV.

Get the new job arguing with my dad about God and miracles. Find out about troubled person Q. Have a new beach house on a golf estate - WOHOO!! Quad bikes riding around, house was Q's.

i'm engaged in some sordid online chat thing C and R are also on but they don;t know that I am. SV is complaining about cleaning the FS team office carpet. More sordid chat.

M and me were in an accident, he is in hospital in critical condition. Bubba is a DR - lol and looks at x-rays and gives his opinion, M's body is there and B cuts his hospital gown made of lycra with a scalpel to look underneath at his stomach. I explain our injuries. Later I'm comforting M's mom and the operation begins while we sit a a board room table.

I'm at dad's business in kimberley upstairs, there is a n axel for my mom's car, I am extremely tired form M's ordeal (he died). and grab an energy sachet from a bag that belongs to my dad, it feels like I'm stealing it. We go down a car ramp and then C is gonna pull me somewhere on like a rickshaw thing but she can't. We have a discussion with a street kid...

I'm on the back of a pickup, dad is driving. He greats an old friend and then a dog chases us. We go into a bike store, I look at MX pants and then tires and then boots, all the boots are sucky...

1, My brother is playing a variant of the Plinko game on the Price is Right game show. As the disks drop through the machine, he has to push sticks into them, which reveals yellow circles. Five circles before a failure means victory. However, he soon loses. In his disappointment, he steals a tabletop version of the game called Klinko from backstage. After he leaves, Bob Barker reveals that hidden under the tabletop was a dazzling array of jewelry.

2. I'm driving with two friends from high school, Sam A and Matt C, just bored and cruising. As we pass through my neighborhood, we see a live bear decked out in Christmas wreaths walking down the street.

I just remembered that in my dream last night I was in some place that I suddenly realised consisted of minecraft blocks. There was some strange fancy 3D filter on that I didn't like.

Type: regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
In real life I ordered a Fight Club poster a few days ago, and I'm waiting for it to be delivered. That's obviously where this dream came from.

It was daytime, and the sky was filled with wispy white cumulus clouds. I was sitting on the concrete front steps of my house, looking around the block. The deliveryman should be there any minute to drop it off, I thought. As soon as I finished thinking those words, a man in a full-body navy suit came around the corner (there was a high wooden fence in the way) and walked up to me. It looked like he was wearing a janitor's outfit, but it was slightly baggier. He was holding a large square box over his shoulder, and when in close proximity to me, he put it on the ground.

It wasn't sealed, so I kneeled down and opened it up right away, expecting a Fight Club poster to be inside. Instead, I found two separate posters, rolled up so the white sides were facing outwards. I said, "these aren't mine," without even looking to see if even one of them was the one I ordered. "Tell your boss to get the damn order right next time," I added, and kicked the box over to his feet.