memorable

After a long trek with T through a swamp, we climb up a hill, and sight a city. T hugs me and I feel warm and protected. When I arrive at the city, my identity changes. I am now a boy with another boy in a house and we run upstairs and find an attic. I am carrying a file of folders. We are hiding. A woman finds us and starts crying and is angry. She says ' You promised not to!' and leaves sobbing and angry.
suddenly I am between two hills and there is a battle. I see an old man on a strange elephant/horse/bird muttering 'no...' and lets me mount it. I fly around exhilarated on the beast and then I have to complete some mission concerning saving harry potter's parents by going back in time. Eventually I arrive back to the city and I am buying meat. There are two queues, one for people who needed to use two cards because of stupidity, and one for the more reserved. I buy my meat, and ask a few people where T is. As I run towards T I wake up.

WBTB 3:00 A.M.

I am lucid. I decide to test my focus my concentration and cognitive ability by counting to 120.
I 'remember' this as a dream goal.
I am successful. I then fly off, and become non-lucid.

I was with someone else, standing on some train tracks in an industrial area. I worked there, as did the other person. On the platform next to the tracks stood two men. I thought they were guys coming from load/unload product (which is what I used to do years ago, load/unload train wagons and ships with liquid product). But for some reason, I knew they were bad news. I tried to slip away, and fled down the tracks. My friend stayed where he was. They weren't after him, perhaps. The two guys noticed me and chased me down. They were unnaturally fast. One of them simply ran past me, and blocked my escape. The other stayed behind me. I realized escape wasn't possible, so I ended up fighting. The fight went a lot easier than expected. They were quite weak, and I beat them relatively easily. I think I killed them by slashing them with a knife. By the way, I think they were Nazi's.

The dream continued in an indoor area. A large room, perhaps a warehouse. I think I witnessed (as a camera, not a character) two of my former high school friends (we are not on speaking terms anymore) being butchered by someone (Nazi's?). One was cut up with a knife, the other killed in an adjacent room (he was in a chair, I think). From that point onward, I set out to fix this. I was suddenly back in a control room (like the ones I used to work in during that last job). A coworker whom I really f*cking hated in real life (mostly because he hated me, too) passed me a job, and/or made a remark. Surprisingly, I managed to laugh off the remark and keep civil, something I never managed before. I felt I was "undercover", and this was somehow vital to saving my ex-friends. In the end I found my 'friends' again, albeit dead. I had to "piece together" one friend bit by bit. His hand, still in a black leather glove, had been cut off. I put him back together, then injected him with a syringe containing a strange liquid. It healed and resurrected him. I thought about doing the other one as well, but he was suddenly alive again without my intervention. I met them later on, and they were very grateful. One called me a hero. I hate that term, it feels pretentious. Then again, I'm an egomaniac with delusions of modesty.

Sun, 06 Nov 2016:

1040pm-210am(like 3:10am) [email protected] with time change!!

225am 2x alpha gpc (600mg) after first recording dreams from 1st part of night.

(Stay up 55 minutes more and then take…)

320am 8mg galantamine + 500mg choline

Wake ~630am finish writing quick notes 7am

(2 previous attempts had gpc 1.5 hours before the g+c=terrific results also; and 1 hour before=quite good result. So anywhere from 55 minutes to 90 minutes between the gpc and the g+c is producing nice results)

Only posting the occasional LD here on DV, too time consuming.


*Phone screen app tease, doesn't finish loading, aha phone not working right, must be a dream, vibrate float around vaulted ceiling for a good while. This was DILD in first REM segment after WBTB.


*Epic LD!! (2nd REM segment after waking from first, WILD style entry with vibrations)


flying while singing-2songs with the background music-mostly the classic fly like an eagle - The Steve Miller Band, switch=i want to get away-I want to fly away-Lenny Kravitz, switch-back to classic song when Kravitz song doesn't have the same exhilarating effect. Flying, singing and enjoying the music for a good while.



ocean view!!! amazing view down a good size drop off, sunny day, people in the water and on the beach so colorful I was almost in tears at the beautiful, consistent, lasting scene my dreaming mind was providing to the point that I got concerned about dream stability due to the strong emotions. I calmed myself and then started to edge my way down to that beach but visual issues so I flew back up to the busy market scene I started from.


Cousin M and another cousin. I enjoy seeing them. It feels as heartwarming as if we were actually together and not many many miles apart.

I meet a beautiful young lady maybe only 19 or 20. We are attracted to each other but I am not as sexually charged as other times. She tells me she is a virgin. I asked her if she wanted me to show her the ropes. So cute-she said not yet-I say okay-Let's meet BackHereInDreamlandEveryYear around the Summer until you are ready.

I meet another mate and she is game to have sex but says that her boyfriend is controlling and won't like it so I will have to take care of him first. I say show me where he is. She takes me a short distance to the covered but open structure where it is a little dark inside and her boyfriend is there with a guy and they seem to be having sex. There is also another set of 2 guys seemingly having sex also. The boyfriend sees me with her and he comes out wanting to fight and I smash his head with one powerful clap, more like a cartoon smash with no gruesome effects. The other 3 guys come out to challenge me and I do the same exact thing to each of them, dispatching with them quickly so I can get back to sex with my new "girlfriend."

Handsome face slap. I see a DC guy with a strikingly handsome face and I give him a friendly light slap on his handsome mug. I say I am not into you but damn you are a handsome looking guy.

I see a mirror and take a look. The visuals of me in the mirror are distorted. I think of goal/peg#4 show me the best way to have more lucid dreams-I see a version of me graying and wearing glasses…hmm…are they reading glasses maybe suggesting to read more? (now I think it could represent time, I can have more LD's by simply putting in more time, with the passing of time). I tell one of the DC's: next time tell me this is dream and for me to look at my hands. I repeat this 4-5 times and practice looking at my hands in the dream where it may be better reinforced I am thinking.

I see another mirror on the left side of the room and interested to see what I get and this time I am a blondish graying woman in a old fashioned dress that looks like it might be a traditional dress from Europe, maybe Holland but it is not very decorative or fancy. I open up my dress just to see what's underneath but get interrupted. A lady much like the one in the mirror is telling me where she is from and what her name is. I think I could look this up later. I summon a pen and paper and start writing the details. I tell her I can't bring this paper back to the waking world but I can memorize it better once I write it down and I can show you my written understanding of what you said. Her first name I had to rewrite a few times but in the end it was "Pots." I thought during the dream how that is "stop" spelled backwards but ignored that and kept trying to make progress, hoping to get something I can look up when I wake. There was her last name given too but it has slipped from my recall. At first she seemed to indicate she was from the early 1900's (before 1910, seems it was 1908 or 1906) but later she was giving me details that were tied to some time in the 1730's (thinking 1733 or 1737). I wasn't sure what I was missing between the two sets of vastly different time periods there but perhaps it's just the way numbers and words can change in dreams, but at least it wasn't gibberish.


I wake feeling like I had an hour of lucid dreaming but there are memory gaps in the above.

A small indian boy shows me a old dusty book. He opens it and presses his thumb strongly on my forehead. Light peels from my forehead and I am a grey void. I realise I am dreaming. I feel a warm sensation all over my body. Soon a dream forms. I am at the end of my bed. I look out the window and see what looks like the milky way, but inverted! I fly out the window, and swim through these clouds of gas. It is wonderful. I eventually 'wake' and thank the indian boy. Suddenly I panic that this book could be put to bad purposes and I tell the boy to make sure no one with bad intentions gets it. I spend the rest of the dream running away from the french gangster who wants the book.

A few days back, there were two nights in a row where I was having dreams like Inception or something. Essentially, I knew that I was dreaming, but then I would have false awakenings inside of the dream. So I would think that I was awake, but I was actually still sleeping.

In one particularly memorable dream, I was part of a laboratory experiment on sleeping. The idea was a bit absurd, now that I have my waking brain to analyze it: If I drank water during a dream, when I was thirsty, would I still be thirsty upon waking? I fell asleep inside of the dream, and took a nice long draught of water. I woke up inside the laboratory dream and found that no, I wasn't thirsty anymore! The scientists were all excited, and so was I. Then I woke up for real, and realized how cool that was. Unfortunately, I was still thirsty, so I took a drink of water for real.

Experiment result: If you are thirsty during a dream, you should just fall asleep inside of the dream, and drink water within that dream. xD Or just wake up and drink water for real.

In another dream, I think I knew I was dreaming and so I flew, but I wasn't conscious enough to think of anything more than that. -_-

Last night is a bit more hazy, and I have an insane amount of homework to do today so this will be a quick summary:

- A little girl who was left behind on a haunted island (with spirits and such) finally got found, rescued, and reunited with her loved ones. I think that I helped her somehow, but I honestly don't remember. I had a degree of lucidity in that one.
- Another dream happened where I became lucid while driving a car through some mountains. Decent amount of city around me. I was singing and thought it would be a brilliant idea to practice my singing voice in my dream, where nobody could hear me. However my logic wasn't working too well and for some reason I thought I was actually singing out loud and was going to wake up my roommates. This caused me to wake up and realize I wasn't. -_-
- I was in some sort of theater, and asked everyone in the room something like, "Hey! Who here knows they're dreaming right now?" My brother was there, too. I was hoping that someone else would remember, or maybe there'd be a shared dream or something, but I honestly can't remember what anyone said...
- I was watching some sort of advertisement, and there was this girl in a swimsuit who was sort of attractive except she had one of those gross spray-on tans.
- I have a vague memory of some sort of romantic/sexual dream, but I sadly can't remember it. Maybe I'll have a continuation of that theme tonight? :O We will see. That would be awesome!

You know why this night was so successful, though? Affirmations plus sufficient sleep! The night before, I told myself I WILL lucid dream tonight, and I guess that determination worked its way into my subconscious. Plus Daylight Savings Time helped a TON. Woo!

11/3: After a few scenes that didn't make any sense, like four months ago showing my grandma's house before she passed away nine months ago, everything picks up after a dentist's appointment (I don't really have one until three weeks later).

I am walking with a character down a hallway that looks like a cross between a backstage area from WWE Monday Night RAW, SmackDown! Live or Impact Wrestling and the hallway from a backdoor leading to an office, locker rooms and the backdoor of the gymnasium at Southeast Raleigh Magnet High--which, like certain young-adult fiction projects I've written--had arcade machines. The person I walk down the hall with is possibly Ashton Hobbs from Contestant 25, a young-adult fiction book series I'm currently working on and has taken me over 20 years -- September 1995 to be exact (I was 9 at the time) -- to get perfect.

The next scene makes no sense, and was like a scene from a typical TV sitcom or movie after a school bully/main antagonist has done enough damage. I then see a locker room where a possible student is coughing, stuffed in a locker. The character and I then exit the school where this redhead teen and what appears to be his parent or his mentor were parked in line one spot ahead of us smiling and waving at me before my alarm clock buzzes at 6:45 this morning. I, however, do remember an OC ReMix playing - a remix of the opening from the 1989 Commodore Amiga game Shadow of the Beast - one of the first OC ReMixes on the site since the site's introduction in 1999.

I wonder if I had gotten this dream last night after viewing the Wikipedia articles of Ross Powers and Kelly Slater on Wednesday on my Surface tablet that led to the image of the redhead teen at the end of the dream. However, if I view the Wikipedia article of James Lafferty, nothing happens dream-wise. I've also had some pretty strong dreams two months ago before my doctor's appointment and the finals of the U.S. Open, too, but it's probably too late.

I think this dream was trying to tell me to watch what I write sometimes, although I have never in my 21-year writing career (yes, again, 1995) written about bullies doing these horrible, unspeakable things like what was demonstrated in my dream last night.

2 pts- Interact with a Dream Character
1 pt -stablization
2 pts- wbtb
10 pts- First DILD of the Night
2 pts- chain a dream
5 pts- super speed
2 pts- Interact with a Dream Character
5 pts- Gain Invulnerability
5 pts- DC Changing
10 pts- Fully Phase through Big Solid Object
= 44 pts

3 Step Goal:
Fly
Element Manipulation
Practice a Waking Life Hobby

Personal New Goals:
Voyage through a crack I make in the earth
Find my dream house
Take a magical train to another country

Week 2 task Intermediate:
Put on a halloween costume and gain the powers/abilities of the costume.

D1: I was in this old house with infinite rooms. I know this house immediately because it's a dream sign for me. I've not seen it since I've been on DreamViews which was surprising in some way. I knew for sure I was dreaming & became lucid. This house has so many hidey hole places & rooms that it was like a playground for lucidity. But with that said I also had to try to find the meaning in it as well. There were a lot of people living there & I was milling around & getting familiar w/ the characters asking them things like why they were there. It was sad, most responses were from kids & adults that had been put in the foster care system. Which is where this dream stems from for me & teaches me things. I was standing at the bottom of a staircase when I got woke up by my phone.
WBTB
D2: I didn't get up, I just turned my volume off & fell right back into the same dream, hence "chaining a lucid". I wasn't at the bottom of the stairs though but in a kitchen. RC. I was talking to a man & explaining that I know this house well & he was rather pacifying in his answer. I now know why I'm in the dream. (It's personal, it's something about my father recently). I wall through out the house talking once more w/ others & trying to explain where the hidey places are. I walked right through a wall to get to another room which was kinda cool. It felt like everything went dark briefly & I ended up in the room I wanted to. In the room w/ me is a mouse so I make him big which was rather more startling than expected so I put him back to himself. It felt like it became more dangerous while big. I was really afraid I would run out of time so I walked up to the top floor which was like a big spiral staircase that was like a building top & jumped down to the bottom. I felt like superman cuz I landed in that kneeling pose, lol. I decided to run up the stairs back to the top at super speed but once I got to the top my dream decided to end. All in all a good night I'd say.

Although it truly began elsewhere, this dream really picked up when me father took pity on the misgivings of the earlier dream, which was very boring. He sent me on a vacation, to go find myself. I was on the plane with him, and when I looked out the window I saw I was in Bucharest. It was the absolute perfect sunny day, with green grass and tall orange buildings extending as far as the eye could see. The architecture reminded me of Hieronymus Bosch's painting "The Garden of Earthly Delights." I told my dad I'd spend the entire week here wandering alone, finding trouble and beautiful girls wherever I went. He approved.

Right before I landed, my dad left and I found Chris on the flight. He was also here for a solo vacation, though his flight was connecting and he would continue on to New Zealand. We shared how we had very similar sentiments about the nature of our trip, and that he had even been here before a year ago. The flight landed and I headed off to the largest, most grand building in the whole country. It was a temple, parliament building, community center and hotel. The building was like one massive pancake, with 4 tiers, each one serving one of those functions. The hotel was the second highest tier below parliament.

As I entered the building I saw a guru on a balcony drop acid. I knew this was the place to be. I was going to go to my room and then find that guru.

I did.

Upon a rooftop terrace of the grand building, I found the wizards, the gurus, a small group of sages who were all in the beginning of a long stage of imbibing psychedelics. I looked down in my hand and found a zip lock bag full of about 25 truffles. I ate two, and they kicked in immediately. I felt amazing. We decided to go explore the city and find some things to do.

There was only one catch. As I was walking to the elevators I checked my live 3D map to see where the border to Georgia was. In this reality, the black sea had been reduced to more of a blue lake, and I could see the nation from the coastal perch of the grand building. Even stranger, that lake was within Georgia's borders. And the shores which we were on. And the fields between us. In fact, the border was 20 feet away from me, right next to the edge of the building, across a tiny creek. I had to go jump over it. We ran to the creek and found a pretty bridge of stepping stones leading over it. Guarding the stones were 3 snapper fish, which had the heads and jaws of snapping turtles. They moved slowly but I could anticipate their bite. I crossed the stream but then turned to observe these creatures. Out of the muddy bottom, a full snapping turtle emerged and began intruding on their space. I watched an argument unfold between them about this infringement, and watched them try to bite his armored fingers off, to no success. I probably should have become lucid here, but I was far too entranced with these speaking predators.

On the other side of the creek were long, beautiful fields. I was watching the grass sway when a sniper bullet grazed past my forehead. Looking far down the creek I could see a huntress in futuristic armor with a laser rifle at the shoulder. She took another shot, this time at a comrade of mine. The battle began. A flurry of pursuit, evasion, running and gunning unfolded and eventually we shot her down. Realizing that this place would be crawling with enemies, we took to the building for sanctuary. Bad call. We dropped down a tier and entered a room, but found more enemies in a room filled with grass and rocks. Luckily they were pitifully low leveled. We removed them in seconds and looked around. This room was filled with grass like outside and seemingly lead further inside the building where the enemies would level up more, presumably.

Still tripping on acid, I decided to go back outside of the room, jump off the balcony and enter through the tier below us, while the gurus headed further in the easy room. I ran outside, jumped, and landed on a black patio. This was different and I could feel it. I opened the door and entered an identical room to the last, but instead of the grass, it was just pure black ebony with purple stones inlaid. Inside were three girls. All of them sultry, tan and wearing tight black. They smiled at me, and I had a feeling I was the first to come here in a very, very long time. I looked harder at them and saw their level: 8888. The sniper had been 14. This was the last floor, the first room leading up to what certainly contained the most powerful beast in Bucharest.

The girls did not move to attack but instead waltzed around the room, so I began a conversation. In the center of the room was a booth, like what the hostesses in a night club in hades would stand behind. I walked to it and stood against it, and the closest of the demonesses approached me. I knew there was no escape without killing them. I had come here to experience life, and so I would. As the demoness approached, I began to perceive her true nature. Each of them contained the power of a small sun inside them. Though perfectly human on the outside, their eyes had a certain spark that would dance like a flame, and their skin radiated beautiful energy that my acid-tuned senses were picking up on. It was incredibly intoxicating. This would be an OK way to die. She came closer, the heat of her beginning to warm me, passing right through my skin and into my belly, like hot cocoa.

I reached out and grabbed her waist. Wow. The flow was not instant but built quickly like the drop on a rollercoaster, blowing me away and making my head spin more with every millisecond. I pulled her tight and looked deep into her eyes. I had joined her energy, completing the circuit, and the moment we let go I would be completely destroyed. There was nothing left to do. So I kissed her, as any sane, balls-tripping adventurer would do.

The unity I experienced in this moment was so powerful I can still feel it. The other two froze, struck by the moment. This was the first time this had ever happened, not to them, not to others, but simply anything of this nature in the continuum, and the new precedent was already rippling its way outward, changing little bits of the fabric of time here and there in light of this new information. This new possibility.

We kissed and kissed and our bodies melded and she cried, a creation of a god given humanity, bound to destroy the giver. I felt her energies flow through me stronger and stronger, but slowly I came to understand them. I was a vessel too. And as more of her poured into me, I cried too, and I accepted it. The inevitability. Curiosity. What came next?

And suddenly, we were equal. The massive distance that separated us moments ago was gone, and as she rested her perfect skin against mine, I slipped back. And I was fine. She looked up at me, frozen in that moment after your last tear dries up, and before you smile.

I walked out.

Chris and I are in a truck. We're driving up north to a cottage, and we're talking about how he used to come up here as a kid. Loose wooded patches pass us by through the windows, and the grey light outside doesn't reveal any animals of sorts.

"When I was a kid, I had a dirt bike up here. That thing was fast, you cloud rip it anywhere up here pretty fast."

We got to his place, and left pretty quickly, with our little brothers in tow. We first went to a pavilion. Under it's roof was a small model of the surrounding woods. It had the mountains, rivers, and full typography modeled out in clay and paint. I picked up some pieces and saw that they were live, that they would expand naturally as I explored the place. Good, a map. We went for a walk down a forest path and came across an old barn. There were deep muddy trenches around it on either side, carved by trucks and heavy rain. More reason why the sky was so grey, thank god it was dry so far. I was looking at the barn, thinking about how pointless it would be to walk around just to soak myself in mud, when I saw something out the corner of my eye. Chris is standing with a cheeky grin, and next to him is a little pocket bike, like the ones for little kids. It has a little motor and wheels the size of canteloups. I hop on and kickstart the thing, and immediately it reveals to me that it has more power than it looks. The boys must have done some work on her in their childhood. I look around for some possible places to ride, but most areas are full of muddy water. There's back where we came from, or a path that strangely has snow cover. I choose snow, more adventure.

"Try it out, see if it still works."

It did. I was ripping off through the woods as fast as you could say 'wear a helmet'. I didn't need one, this was a land of childhood innocence and the forest would protect me. Down the path I went, through snow and patches of frozen ground. Soon I came upon a large circular depression carved into the snow, maybe 6 feet down and 50 feet in diameter, with a few expertly crafted snowmen spaced around the clearing seemingly at random. Aa staircase of snow at one edge lead to a deep uinderground network of snow carved tunnelsl; or so I assumed.

"Hey"

A man walked out from behind a particularly large snow man.

"You come to build?"

No I hadn't. So there were people here, strange. I had thought Chris' family owned all the land. And he roamed freely here as a child, strange. I noticed the guy was carving a perfect snail, with small delicate flowers growing from its shell, entirely from snow. I recognized this snail, and I knew that I must have seen the man before.

"I know you."

"Probably. Been coming here for years. Join in if you'd like."

What a weird dude. I nodded goodbye and headed off on the bike, bringing that little hopped-up motor to life and aiming her force back at the pavilion. I arrived to find Chris talking to my mom. They greeted me and showed me the map. More had been filled in! Strangely, some portion of it seemed off.. There was a mountain nearby that was covered in strange mud or rot that was obscuring the detail of the clay typography before. I wiped most of it off with my hand and then placed that section back on the map, not really any clearer on why it was like that. I resolved never to go near there. Chris said I could keep using ol' betsy, so I just immediately turned it around and went back toward the snow. When I saw the depression again I went clear around it and saw a rocky path going up a hill back into normal, non permafrost woods. Going up the hill I realized that the bike didn't have as much power as I'd hoped. It was a bit of a struggle to get up, but when I reached the top I saw something pretty iincredible. Beyond me the path continued down into a valley, and at the bottom was the ruins of a pretty massive pioneer era building. I ripped down the hill toward the place, but the closer I got the more of it was complete. It wasn't being built by magic, it was just the draw distance of my dream had not allowed those sections to load visually. By the time I got there I could hear people inside. I put the kickstand up and went in. I was not prepared for the inside.

I am surrounded by naked women. Some of them are insanely beautiful, some more average looking, but none who wouldn't turn a head on the sidewalk. I walk through the house, seemingly ignored by the occupants. I think they're part of the building, and I am the only guest. None of them engage me or pay me much mind, they just continue on with seemingly scripted movements and conversations. Two of them in another room begin to kiss. I walk downstairs to the basement, it's warmly lit. Entering the first room on the right, I see a bed and sit down for a moment to collect my thoughts. Where the hell am I.

"Hey"

A soft voice, like a tired girlfriend welcoming me back home in the early hours of the morning. The smell of hot cocoa. I look up. It's Scarlett Johansson. Spread so effortlessly on a chaise longue, she smiled softly at me, her eyes locked on mine. Sitting next to her against the other wall was another actress, a beautiful girl who I surely recognized but could not place. I said nothing, just waiting to see what was to happen. It happened quickly, yet at a glacier's pace all the same. Scarlett rose up, slinking with the practiced elegance of a feline huntress. She turned to the girl with a smile.

"Wait here for me baby"

She was soundlessi in her approach. I find her arms around me, her mouth kissing mine. She pulled back and smiled again, holding my complete consciousness in palm. Her eyes telegraphed a message to me. There was more to come. The giddy fire of a child on christmas rose up inside me. She had presents. She held my hand and lead me up the stairs. We were giong somewhere, but I knew that every inch of this house was crawling with other women, and I wanted just her. This place must be designed to fulfill your wildest carnal dreams. I had a greater idea of where I was now.
I grabbed Scarlett, finding myself already naked, and slid in her. I will forever be amazed by the power of this sensation when dreaming. The element of reality is missing, and it cannot be compared to the real thing in all of it's delicacy and presence, but that does not detract from the raw bliss.

I am at the top of an old wooden staircase, slamming one of the world's most beautiful women from behind. And somehow, I remember to pull out. I guess all of my practice in the real world has trained my subconscious for this moment in a deep way. She smiles at me, and then walks away, continuing on her scripted path through the halls. This place must have a lot of money, because she is the real thing, no android or lookalike, and this is what she does. I walk through the house and see more and more famous women, and a few patrons who have entered since I did. I leave, and go up the hill. I find a place crowded with people and carnival games. This entire woods must be one spread out retreat. I head back down to the shack to take it all in, and I see my dad and Paul M on a hill nearby looking down at it. My father is purchasing the pleasure cabin as his retirement investment. How he has so much money I have no idea. They leave to go celebrate the moment, and I speak to a man on the hill, which I now see is covered in hundreds of shirtless old men, like an old roman bath.

In the final moments of my dream, I look up and see the rain finally pouring, the grey sky giving in to its own weight. I open my mouth and feel the rain on my tongue, and then spit some out.

I wake up, and realize that I just spit a big gob of saliva onto my pillow. Gross.

10/31/2016
10:30 – 2:30
4:00 – 5:30

Related to a different dream I had in the past. There was a group of people. A few adults and a couple of kids. We're trying to get out of like a house, but bigger than a house. There's this weird undead army, like with rotted military uniforms. They were no more than 20 or 30 yards away. They're not attacking us, but we have to make our way out. In the last dream they were more aggressive than they are this time. We're getting ready to leave and we're trying to pack up our stuff without them doing anything. Trying to make it out without them doing anything or making it worse with them. We were deciding what to get and grabbing sleeping bags and get ready without startling them. It was like "If we just be quiet they won't follow us for a while."

It ties into a dream I had before which was pretty tense and were being driven around by them and it was a lot more tense. At one point I realized that I hadn't washed my clothes and I was going to have to pack them dirty, but I said something like “We'll just make a washing machine when we get there.” The setting of the house was modern and normal, but the place we were doing to head toward was wilderness, maybe time shifted, but I knew that I had experience from going there before, so I was annoyed, but not worried. I don't remember that previous dream in WL, but I remembered it as a separate session while in this dream. This wasn't scary, but it was very focused and on-task, especially since we had kids with us and having to keep them quiet. I felt like they did well though, like they hadn't been to this place we were heading, but they were going to do fine.

<break>
Short dream about work where I was heading to a meeting and found out the guy that supposed to lead it wasn't working there anymore, but he going to lead it anyway for some reason. I considered sending him a text, but then I woke up.

i had a dream and when i woke up i started typing this so that i cant forget and I dont know what it means..sorry for my bad english
Im in somewhat old/modern place (i dont really know but i saw some buildings made of stone / bricks) then a giant wave(tsunami?)started to appear eating the people...there are so many people and they are trying to run then I saw myself with my friends going to a forest but I think it is in the mountain we go there thinking it is a safe place then my dream shift to a big boat a ship then a light glowing on the sea appeared then a woman suddenly tyring to touch it but it cant be touch my mind telling me that it is dangerous then my dream shift back to where my friends and me in the mountain then the ground shaked for about 5-10 seconds then i was giving warning to my one of my friend but she keeps ignoring me then she trip and fall in water (bukal-from mountain) and I dont know if she survived but I her going down at deep..then after that someone or maybe god announce that "the one who ses the truth will come to this place"the people who heard it started running I started running to then i saw familiar face it is an artist(actor)so i followed him then i saw the place it is like a park and it has a fountain then after arriving at that place so many people gathered then I saw my family but one of the member of my family died and i was crying then people started to shout and scream that the wave is coming again and then I woke up crying...


I just want to know what this dream means.

I was walking around in a neighborhood looking for something. Someone said something about a defense system, but I knew they meant a security system. It was a nice neighborhood, nice cars and lawns. I ended up in a house on couch sleeping. I remember a short snippet of a guy trying to sleep in a bookcase with the wall kinda crumbling.

Then the scene changed and I was seeing an a guy in an orange suit, a coverall like a prisoner would wear. He was just running, he wasn't a prisoner, he just had the gear on. I knew it was a dream, so I decided that I wanted be in that scene, and I was there. I kind of dropped into it like I jumped down and landed. I didn't really see much of myself. I looked up at a ledge that led to a parking lot or some other flat area. I was on asphalt only a little ways below it. I was still thinking about this being a dream. I thought about doing an RC, but I just pulled myself up. Then I felt like I was tangled up with my physical body, so I tried to get free by rolling or something. At that point I lost that scene. I had some blurry vision of trying to roll away from my body. I could hear what sounded like me moving in my bed and that woke me up. It really reminded me of my first almost WILD when I woke myself up trying to get into the scene that had formed. At least got to be in this one and do a couple of things.

I guess that was my first lucid, such as it was. It was a MILD after yet another failed WILD. I'll take it.

This certainly wasn't the standard type of lucid dream for me, and I'm happy it lasted longer than a couple of seconds as well, here goes.

I was in a big city, and I had my bike and my smartphone with me (I don't own a bike in real life). And then... a talking monkey stole my bike, I was uncertain what to do at first and considered calling the police. Instead however I decided to run after the monkey and got my bike back by kicking against the back wheel and knocking it off. I went back to where I was first, all the while that monkey insulted and threatened me.

That's when I got angry, and lucid. As it often happens in my dreams, even lucid, I tapped into a certain power as if it was the most natural thing ever. I called upon the moons of Tibaro.
("Moons of Tibaro" is the clear sentence I remember I said or thought in the dream. A really interesting side note is that I thought about the dream while being awake and still had a piece of information imprinted on me when I thought about the moons, one of them was called "Shadow of Pria". I might be wrong about the Pria part but I know for sure it was a short word starting with P. But yeah, I didn't remember that from the dream, the information just popped up in my mind as if I was still dreaming.)
What I essentially did was some sort of telekinesis/summoning to call in an outrageously devastating storm of meteors from the moons of Tibaro (I think there were 3 moons and I brought debris from all of them). The impacting objects were all mostly black, maybe a bit gray, and had a structure and sheen like obsidian. With time the talking monkey transfigured into something entirely different, something that I almost killed a couple of times but every time I almost had it finished it regenerated before the final blow. It didn't even have a defined shape anymore.
At some point during the fight I also got to see things from a system view. I could see the moons of Tibaro, a large but uninvolved object which I presume was the planet Tibaro, and another... planet or moon that I was on. I really wonder what that place was I was on, considering it seemed to have the size of a moon, was very close to Tibaro, yet was not considered a moon of Tibaro. And here I also got the impression that the moons of Tibaro had some consciousness of their own, and they disliked the object that I was on. This is also why I said telekinesis/summoning earlier, because I feel that I've both called upon their power as well as using my own in the form of telekinesis to direct the meteors towards me.
The fight was so huge the city was turned into fine dust in which we continued to fight, and soon the planetary object I was on got a large part of its surface blown off by the fight, up to the point that the once almost perfect sphere was now VERY unshapely.

9/25/2016
10:30 - 5:00 (wk at 3:00) (1?)
7:00 - 10:00 (3?)
- Almost didn't remember anything, but didn't give up and remembered.
Kinda like a TV show, NY maybe. It was like that was some stuff at
the end, not the main part. I remember a house.
<break and could not get back to sleep>

- A lot of guitar store dawdling around, eventually some super
vivid fast playing, very crisp sound. Close up view of my hand
playing, it felt like I was completely in sync with my picking
and clean.

• played better than I normally can (ACTION)

- More of the guitar store setting, don't remember much else
- Very strange dream, part work/office, but not real work. This
centered on going to lunch and rounding people up to go.
Ex co-worker JDC, a girl I knew in high school and another DC. There
was something about a some TV I had setup and someone moved
it for a meeting. The girl and my friend were there and the girl
had an Elmo about 3 inches tall with a tv for a head that they
were watching. The Elmo tv thing was on its side. And she had her
head laying the the table sideways as she watched it. We finally
ended up leaving the girl behind. I kept getting my foot stuck in
hinge side of a door in crowded hallway, like in school, when it opened.
They had painted around it in some way that made you want to
put your foot into the wrong place, it was weird. Met a guy that
followed along with us after some other stuff. Eventually his dad
showed up too. We had lunch at this place in a really tall building,
which after we had climbed up it, flew up it pretty much, it kind of
disintegrated and the city or whoever replaced it with a very unnatural
looking little palm tree thing about 5 feet tall. We had pictures of the
place before it went away and were showing it to passers by and saying
we didn't think it was right for it to be replaced with that thing.

• groups of people who don't belong together (CONTEXT)
• school setting (CONTEXT)
• Elmo TV (FORM)
• strange perspective on the door (FORM)
• climbing a building (ACTION)
• building disintegrating (ACTION)
• unrealistic petitioning of passers by (ACTION)
• sad about the building going away (INNER AWARENESS)