non-lucid

Date: 8 Dec

Entry 2/2

[Summary of non-ld part]:

In school, invited by teacher and classmates to go to the movies. One of them forgets an item belonging to her husband and we go back. On the way back, I lose sight of my classmates and go to bring another item to another classmate that was previously in the room, going to her place.

Her place looks pretty weird with some guys going to a sauna room next to her door. The room turns into a bathroom and I have a look at my reflection, my hair's different but I like it too much to realize something's off. After a while of vanity staring, with the place now a trailer on the street, I identify that my features aren't exactly supposed to look like this and it finally hits me.

My memory is kind of blurry about the surroundings but I remember getting out of the trailer, then walking to this U turn, where I begin to feel the dream thinning. I immediately start rushing without any purpose, can't think of any tasks either, which adds to my worries. I tell myself to stop doing this and try to look around instead, notice some sort of store where I try to read the name. This seems to take the attention off dream instability and helps fix things.

I'm in the middle of a heavy traffic road, cars going in both directions. I feel like I want to push couple of vans off the road to test my abilities. I try pushing one, but to my surprise, it feels heavy as a real van. I continue until managing to make a number of vans lift off in the air, then throw them using tk near the road. Then I turn around to the traffic behind me, lift a number of cars, allow them to stay in the air for a while then tk drag them to the same place I left the previous ones. At some point a few of the cars in the air start to morph into chunks of metal and emit this strong metallic smell.

There's a bit of green (like grass and trees) on the scene but overall I don't like the composition. I command the traffic to stop and try to mentally prevent any new cars from coming and think about cleaning up around. How should I do that, erase the pile of metal crap? Then I remember I wanted to try drawing with the finger. The scenery in front of me has many levels, but I find an empty spot where the end of the scenery meets the blue sky and draw a triangle here and concentrate on seeing what's going to happen. Indeed, there is a ghost-like shape and especially in the beginning it is the Great pyramid, the right proportions and color. A bit later it becomes somewhat pointier and the stone darker, more like a Nubian pyramid. I give it a try to fix it a bit, but it more or less remains the same. And of course, it is unfortunately too far. I know I have to reach it as fast as possible.

Not too used to flying, I start swimming in the air, floating towards the pyramid pretty successfully. Interestingly, I also breathe the same way I would during swimming. The scenery in front of me is an mix of steep hills and walls. I keep swim flying, reaching one of the walls, see cameras and barbed wire. At this point I think about the title of the journal entry, this is the most guarded pyramid in the world (already thinking about journaling!). Swim flying and climbing, I am getting closer to the top of the structure, when I see that the pyramid has turned into a number of houses and radio tower. I want to do the drawing again, but the dream fades.

(Now, I kind of feel a bit guilty of drawing exactly the same thing as CL, but it was the first thing that came to mind. Also, should have thought more about the pyramid, rather than titles)

I dreamt I had to go back to high school. School had just ended, and I was on my new bike (bought it in real life, just two days ago), wondering where the exit was. I told some students it'd been a long time since I was last here, and I actually forgot where the exit was. At one point my bike was falling apart (in real life, I had to partially assemble it myself). Maybe I had fallen?

I got called into work, at a clothing store I have been recently employed to. I was told in the back by my supervisor that he might be letting some people go and told me to wait while he gathered other employees. Some time passed by then they eventually all came. There were: my dad who was a coworker (only in the dream), my friend from school, and this girl. She was white, short, skinny, and had light brown hair, and lastly my supervisor. As he entered the back it turned out that he wasn’t letting anybody go and instead gave us a new work wardrobe. It was just t-shirts, with some fashionable logo. Afterwards my supervisor instructed me and the girl to go outside in the back to start working and sent off my friend and dad to do something else.

While working the girl and I made friends with each other, then eventually we showed interest in each other then I asked her out. Things then flashed forward to a beach setting. It was me and her, talking and messing around. I was on top of a jetty, and she was chilling in a floaty tube, then I found some water guns. One was at the end of the jetty, the other was next to her. So I got all dramatic, slid down the jetty kind of like a penguin, grabbed the water gun, and started soaking her. She fired back and hit me in my face, I laughed, grabbed my face, and fell into the water. I then jumped out really quickly because my cell phone was in my pocket.
Hoping that it was okay and didn’t suffer too much water damage, I checked to see if it still worked. As I was checking she sprayed me again, this time in my hands. I covered the phone as best as I could and told her to stop. My phone started to come back on, and I was flipping through it to make sure. It worked, but it was grainy. I then said something like “Okay we’re good.”

Then things flashed to a house, it was small. In fact it was one of those houses that you can move. It was her and I all alone, we talked about our aspirations, things we wanted to do in the future, describing about opening a shop of some kind. Then we talked about each other, then things started to get intimate. She climbed on top of me and we started making out.

Later she offered to make dinner, I decided to help her. So we prepared, I grabbing pots and pans, getting the food, and I got things from high places she couldn’t get, at one point I think I almost fell, but caught myself and continued on, then I got called into work again.
It was in the evening and it got dark out and there wasn’t that much going on. I was thinking about my father and how he was doing. I was on top of a ladder, re-stocking the shelves, then I saw my dad walk in. I greeted him and continued to work. It was then I noticed something wrong. He wasn’t speaking to me, and he stood there with complete silence, and an expression on his face like something was not right. I then asked him what was going on. I saw my supervisor walk by, acknowledging me and walking right passed my father as if he wasn’t there.

That’s when I understood everything, my father had just died and his ghost came to me. So I said “Oh shit, dad don’t tell me.” He nodded his head indicated that my suspicions were true. I then say, “Fuck…okay, how did it happen?” Since he couldn’t speak he was only able to make hand gestures. He made hand gestures saying that he was climbing up a ladder, to bring down a heavy object from a shelf. He lost his footing and fell off of the ladder with said object, which fell on top of him and he died.

Afterwards I woke up, and was happy to hear my dad’s obnoxious snoring again.

10.12.2013

Killing People With Bookshelfs (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Yeah, this dream clearly didn't have a script. It's like David Cage's Beyond Two Souls meets Apophenia's desire for self-fulfilling prophecies from unrelated occurrences to create some Stand Alone complex. Even that attempt for analogies didn't make sense.


My perspective for this dream was mostly looking as an over watcher of events while being able to pick and choose how certain occurrences would be implemented to cause a chain of events. I was lucid throughout the part with the killing people with bookshelf, but after that, I'm not too sure.

I believe I had to make sure a character I'm focused to was led to safety. They had to encounter several dream characters that looked like Black Ops, soldiers, and other military and espionage related themes. Instead of having to get the character to shoot the people, I decided to be tactful with the environment.

It seemed that while the soldiers that were facing off random gun firing from the opposite side, they were completely oblivious to how the objects around them could easily injure them or even kill them. There were probably some explosive barrels, but I decided to just move the bookshelf that seems to be conveniently the same length of the 4-5 dream characters lined up right in front of it.

So the bookshelf falls down and they die or pass out, and I proceed to move to the next area where I would have to do a similar activity. Other than that, I can't recall what happened at this point.

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10.12.2013

I'm Black Cat Walking Through a Post-Apocalyptic/War Environment (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I seem to have taken the form of Black Cat from the Spiderman franchise.

Spoiler for black cat:

WHY DIDN'T I GROPE EXCESSIVELY OF MY NEWLY ACQUIRED BREASTS AND REAR IS THE MILLION DOLLAR QUESTION.

This dream was weird in its plot, though actually having a dream where the dreamer would prefer finding the script than following it isn't really too surprising. And finding an actual starting point is difficult since it may end up in back tracking to another dream shifts. So I'll just recall moments where I was lucid.

I'm strutting my stuff like nobody's business in my tight-latex-wearing female embodying existence. The outfit texture resembles the one the Bayonetta chick wears:

Spoiler for bayonettaaa:

I had a cluster of emotions during this role as a female. I felt confidence and ready to pounce on anyone.

I mostly felt sensations around my back that were tingling so much that I was wondering if my knees would become weak from this really overwhelming surge of sexual and euphoric feelings. Since I'm a female, I took the initiative to find some random male dream character and prepared my right hand for a brutal smack in the ass.

Then I continue walking without showing a sign of wanting to see the dream character's response, and now there seems to actually be a script that I ended up following for this dream.

The dream shifts to where I'm starting to become more aware of the sensations of my back, almost as if my back had some kind of multi-range rape contingency and prevention system or something.

I'm walking through some areas that seemed to have been demolished either through construction work, or some post-war & post-apocalyptic setting to it. The overall color scheme for this environment consisted of very milky cool colors along with the dominant being light gray.

I made this deduction seeing how the walls and the flooring had some kind of light pasty gray color to them. I could see the massive accumulation of crumbles from the buildings in a few areas along with the twisted and stripped metal bindings that sustained the building's composition.


The area I was active in by this point seemed to have been me trying to escort a man to safety. At this point, I feel like I wasn't Black Cat anymore, and was shifting in and out with my dream self and her body as well. Eventually I started to look at her, and was wondering if I'm the guy she's escorting to safety.

I noticed that I started to get a bit anxious and cautious of any scenario where I had to watch my back. I think the Black Cat entity that I took a full embodiment possession of wanted to give me assurance that I wouldn't have to worry about anything.

Other than a few dream characters that came out of nowhere which I had to kill with a silenced gun I believe, there wasn't a lot going on for this dream after that.


Too bad this isn't a dream where I had good control of my movements in first person perspective, it was more of just being aware of movements in third person and spectator view.

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10.12.2013

Ice Sword and Water Sword Combo (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

All I recall for this dream is seeing a dream character that resembles Haru Glory from Rave Master holding a sword.

Apparently the sword is called an "Ice Sword" based on the information that shows up as a HUD next to the character that's shown in 2d. Apparently the Ice Sword transforms when you have the Water Sword or something in a certain state to gradually build up into something that I can't remember.

The dream setting was night time, and had a dark blue overlay atmospheric vibe to it.

08.12.2013

Bleached Blonde Female Demands That She's At Least 2 Year Older Than Her Partner (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm shirtless and I'm wearing long black pantaloons with some dark brown boots I believe. The environment is snowy and very cold to the point where I literally start shivering after being more aware about it.

I'm not really having full control of my body, I'm just speculating from a distance of my dream body walking with someone. The girl in front of me that's walking backwards in front of me while I'm walking forward looks familiar.

Her visage fluctuates between a realistic face and an anime face that's similar to Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex's female character faces. It's smooth, fairly big dark blue eyes, and long bleached blonde hair. She's wearing a dark green jacket and I believe is wearing a skirt of some kind.

The first set of colors that come up as I'm recalling this is some kind of checkered red and black skirt that only goes all the way down to the mid-region of her thighs. But other occurrences with being with this female involved her wearing a light milky blue skirt that extends more to her knees.

Apparently she claims she prefers being in a relationship where she's two years older than the partner. For some reason I stopped a bit to do some kind of calculation despite not knowing when her birthday is. I visualized words of the months passing by and fading away in the environment up to the sky. A noticeable number was "15," and then I decided to stop it altogether since I didn't seem to be getting anywhere with this.

After standing around there passively for a while, the female is really close to my face and resorts to the anime style visage before turning her back at me and conforming to the realistic human face.

Spoiler for Contingency note so I can remember which blonde in waking life she resembled:

She still looks oddly similar to the blonde chick that kept showing me lewd poses of herself in clothes in the past when I was younger.

Keywords to distinguish her: Netherlands, blue party hat, model, crap I hope she doesn't even find this dream in the first place.

Except her hair is tied up into a ball, and she's even skinnier than before. It's almost as if I was interacting with her younger form, maybe 3-5 years younger as of the year of this dream journal entry. After that, it seemed she started to fade away like a regular dream character that seems to just exist to fill the cold and empty environment with some activity.

The buildings themselves had a dark violet overlay on them, which felt like a weird combination with the color of the snowy environment. Other than various cool colors, something about this dream felt really weird, I just can't put my finger on it.

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08.12.2013

I Have to Take the Other Route to Heaven (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Oh, this dream....and the fact that I just happened to watch a 3d animation video on some skeleton trying to get to heaven after it...








Anyway, since I didn't really care much for the content of this dream (i.e. making it into a chronological pattern), I'll just give a brief list on things I recalled:

• The environment resembled Meltokio from the Tales series (specifically Tales of Symphonia)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
• There were all sorts of religious, angelical, and other symbolism and archetypes within this dream.
  
• There was a large white cloud that served as a barrier from me getting to the other side of the city. If I were to get near it, a random cartoon entity that seemed to have resembled the image of God said I would have to take an alternative to get to Heaven.
  
  I think I'll take the mode of belief with the casual atheist and impartial agnostic route for this dream like an older friend and I seem to garner a predisposition to, thank you very much.
  
  
• Dream characters seemed to have emulated the art style for Tales of Symphonia 1, and I recall seeing someone wear a Pope-related costume. The large semi-oval hat with a pointy tip at the top consisted of a dark blue color with some gold-colored markings.
  
  His robes were mostly a milky butterscotch color with an overlay of pasty milky brown...as if I can really give actual color names...
  
  
• This area felt so real to me, but I wasn't lucid for very long seeing how I reveled more into this dream emulating me actually going out on an adventure similar to the Tales series.

• It's just one of those dreams that would make one contemplate if they were to switch their perception of reality and make the new one their quotidian lifestyle instead.
  
  
  
• The same God-related entity gave me a thumbs up and a wink with his left eye when he was telling me I would have to find an alternative way to heaven. And he wasn't even a three-dimensional entity, just your basic 2d entity that somehow made some fade transition that was slapped on the screen I was looking over in a bird's eye view.
  
  Jeeze, could the higher self bird's eye view implications be a bit more prevalent here?
  

That's all I recall, at least in the spectrum of trying to cohesively make a chronological pattern here. The rest would've been environment descriptions, which would be another mini-novel by itself.

From what I remember,it was night time when I saw these two couple that I've never seen before have sex right in our backyard. In a little bit though, it was daytime already and we went in to watch a zombie movie.
We were sitting on the couch and in the T.V. I saw a person turn to a zombie after 10 seconds of behind bitten or somewhere around 10 sec.
And then something happened. It was like my conscious has moved to another area where I somehow brought the zombie into my dreams and they started invading.
When I Got back at my house, I saw a couple of zombies coming for me. Luckily for me, I somehow turned into a parrot and was able to fly up into the air for safety.
I flew to my next door neighbors roof and looked around. I saw a Pig next to our garbage and zombies were just ignoring it. I kept watch for a little while and then I woke up.

07.12.2013

Miley Twerking Cyrus Look-a-like is My Dance Partner (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside of a mall with a group of dream characters that are closely related to the Teen Titans main characters. I wasn't aware of this immediately, but they showed up later on in the dream.


I had brief moments of lucidity and shifting back into a non-lucid state, and was surprisingly experiencing as if I passed out at some point.

I recall that I ended up doing a cosplay of Cyborg, and apparently there's some kind of costume event or competition. Apparently I was supposed to gender bend with the Miley Cyrus counterpart within the dream, and I started to feel myself turning into a female for some weird reason.

Though it was mostly just people putting a wig on me and some awkward occurrences I probably don't really need to remember at all. They finish at some point, and then I felt like I was passing out, and the dream started to get blurry.

At some point I wake up in the dream and found myself inside a very restricted room. I get up slowly and found myself back to my original dream body. I believe I was wearing a vanilla suit with a light blue dress shirt along with vanilla dress pants. The room I'm in consists of a basic turquoise or aqua blue color, and it felt like I was in some kind of containment more than being in an actual room.

I open the door in front of me slowly and poked my head out. The environment beyond the area I'm within consists of a contrast warm color of various shades of red. It's obvious that this is a large auditorium, and I looked at a group of individuals sitting in the front section about 20 feet diagonally to the right of my current perspective.

I saw all the Teen Titans characters except for Robin, and they glanced over to look at me most likely as a reflex to see who's coming out. It seems that there's going to be a lot of individuals coming out eventually, so I took the initiative to get out and find a seat as quickly as possible.

There's not really much goals I had in mind other than to see what was going to go on here. I ended up picking a random row and seat that was about 30-60 feet away from the door I was originally at. I could feel a sense of warmth within the dream environment, which was fairly surprising considering how an area as spacious as this would generally be a little colder.

I sit down, and I had a feeling someone was going to sit next to me. I looked to the right and saw a Miley Cyrus dream character counterpart wearing an absurd hairstyle. It was as if her hair was plugged into an electrical socket to try to emulate a Don King hairstyle, except it was more spread out laterally in this case.

She was wearing super short shorts that consisted maybe of a dark swamp green color along with a V-blouse that was light swamp green without any sleeves. Then her visage started to change and deviate a bit to resemble someone very familiar, I just can't put get it out of my tongue unfortunately.

She has bleached blonde hair streaks along with a dirty blonde color as the dominant color. She's looking at me and smiling, which somehow makes me smile and then laugh uncontrollably on how silly she looks like. I laughed so much that I had to put my hands over my face and started using my left or right hand to tap my knee rapidly.

I just couldn't take it anymore, and other people started laughing at her as well, but she didn't seem to mind it too much. She started to crave the attention and walked a bit more confidently as if she was going to pump her arms in a semi-circular motion. I take my right hand and tapped the empty seat to the right of me to make a gesture that she could sit there.

She continues looking at me while she's going through the small gap in the row I'm at and seems to pass up my offer, but eventually sits to the left of me. I can't recall anything after that, so I guess we ended up watching whatever was going to happen on stage.

Food!
I'm with my wife (and presumably my family, though I don't remember them) at a large grocery store. We're near the deli area, and we're hungry, so we decide to get some food. Going near the counter to look at the menu, it looks and feels like a normal fast food place. They have hamburgers, which we aren't really interested in, and pizza, which is much more interesting. They have some precooked pizzas which they sell by the slice, but they also have a slightly hidden option to get a full pizza made. We decide to go with a full pizza - we don't mind the wait too much, and it's much more economical. My wife thinks we should go with a medium pizza, but I'm pretty sure our family will need the large. Up on a shelf, propped up against the wall, I see the pizza pans (labeled) and point them out to her, and she agrees we need the large. Now the whole area is filled with little round tables with chairs. My wife and I are sitting at one of the tables, and someone else is with us. The seating area is massive.

Now I'm in a line to get some food from a small rectangular table. The line passes by one end of the table then wraps back around (a very poor way to handle it, though I don't notice at the time). There are thirty-five of us in line, and there's a marginal break between each group of five (or maybe seven). The plate color seems to follow a repeating pattern: the first person in each group has one color, the second has a different color, etc. My oldest daughter is right in front of me; she isn't happy with her place in line because it means she has the blue plate, but I tell her she just needs to accept it.

Now I'm at the table serving myself. The first platter has strips of what looks to be roasted pork; I get some. The next platter seems to have the same dish, but instead of being nicely cut, this one is just kind of pulled apart. I grab a hunk. On the other side of the table, the platters have chicken, and they weren't cut up at all; instead, they have a carving knife and big fork on each platter, ready to cut however you want it. The left-hand chicken has already had nearly all the breast meat cut off. The right-hand chicken has a little more breast meat, but not by much. Neither one has had the dark meat touched yet.

Dreamsigns:
Not much really stands out. The food counter could have been at Costco; they sell sandwiches, pizzas, salads, and other random stuff. The restaurant seating was a little larger than usual, but it's possible. The meat around the table could be at any Thanksgiving or Christmas get-together. The only individual thing that stands out is the grouped line with colored plates. Of course, put it all together with the scene changes and it becomes a lot stranger.

Fragments
It's dusk. There's a path going up-hill. A woman is in a room on the left doing something sneaky.

The dream starts as I'm in the car with my mom in my driveway. There are some suit cases in the seats and she says that my friend Mason is coming to pick me up. I get really excited and believe that we're going on vacation to the beach or something. I look up to my street and see that his family's jeep is parked sideways with his parents in the front seats and him in the back telling me to come. Apparently, my bags weren't packed all the way so I tell my mom to stall as I run like an idiot to my front door as they watch me.

After that, Mason and I are in a club of some sort. This place is dimly lit with many different colored lights flashing around. There's this table thing with a huge staircase where him and I were sitting like there was more to this place. Around us were many attractive girls, so I told Mason to keep himself busy. I go down the stairs to this lab place with even more people all dancing on this dance floor. Seeing that, I go back to get Mason. When I get back, half the place has turned into a bowling alley, though it still has the club atmosphere. Mason is talking to some girls dressed like strippers as they're overcoming him. This makes me laugh for some reason, so I sit down next to him and some girls come over to me too.

Another dream I'm in my friend Moo's backyard. It's a bunch of people from my high school like a flashback of some sort. The backyard is completely cleared of trees unlike IRL, and there's a pool and a small house. There's some dialogue between the people. We go into this house and we're in some kitchen when my friend Katie sneaks up on me and hugs me. I'm not sure why, but she climbs up onto me like she's straddling me while I stand, sorta like a sex position. We're just chilling in this position as we talk for like 10 seconds, and I'm even making thrusting motions while I'm doing this which is weird. Someone signals that we're here for someone's surprise party and the person was a guy I know named David. I see him and his friends walking from far away as everyone is suddenly outside. He walks through this crevice part in the ground and we all jump out, but no one is saying surprise or happy birthday, it was quite bizarre. I was behind him now trying to at least shake his hand or whatever and when he turned around, it was a different friend named Adam S.

In my last dream, I'm in my dorm building. Everything is really compact like a kid's playground or something. I look down this opening and there's a room with this girl named Tiana I know from home who's a sophomore. She's lying on the ground and some girl I don't remember is telling me she's drunk and wants to have sex with me. I chuckle because this girl is like 3 years younger than me, so I start to crawl through the tight space to my dorm. My dorm door is like a really small dog door as I crawl through and then tell my hall mate Jason that our dorm is really freaking small. Next, I'm suddenly in bed with snakes in my arms. Two of them fall out onto the ground and start to slither but never travel any distance. I remember trying to count how many fell on the ground so I could know how many snakes I'd have to look for.

Here is an excerpt of my dream journal on HealerWagonmaker.wordpress.com...

I went to bed an hour later than usual (11:30pm). A bottle of wine and pizza may have contributed to my state.

I wake up at 3:45am to write:
I am in bed watching an engrossing but creepy documentary. It begins mildly enough, but in the first few minutes it becomes apparent that this is not a pleasant video. There is cerebral violence and profound sadness here. I had put this DVD in to watch while following along with a manuscript, which I had in my hand, and in my own handwriting.

The details of the DVD are hazy now, but there is a lot of strong and dark emotion, and my notes, of course, coincide with that same dark theme. As the DVD plays and I read along intently, Teresa comes in, apparently having been talking to other loved ones outside about me. She is concerned about the content of the DVD and about my state of mind.

I point to a place in the manuscript of significant emotional anguish, and I tell her that I am not ready to let go of these feelings. Besides, I have no choice. It's all here in the script. It's all here in my life. I can't escape it. I realize that the manuscript is my dream journal, and the DVD is a recording of my dreams.

This is a nightmare, the first recalled since I began writing my dream journal. I realize, too, that it is a movie I have seen played before in previous dreams. I am drawn to it. Morbidly riveted, actually.

I want to scream aloud to relieve my soul of the bottled feelings, but in doing so I know it will harm those around me, causing frightful confusion. They would never understand. Teresa leaves the room, sympathetic and understanding. She understands. She always understands. I release a huge silent scream of pain. My spine tingles with ice cold terror. This is a lonely journey, I realize. Sometimes terrifying.

Quite grumpy with myself.
The alarm was set on 5 am - I woke up half an hour before - and neither did I journal - nor get up.
I have a marvellous ability to not hear an alarm, when I just slept a little bit before it goes off.

But I know this - and I also have to deal with it, if I need to get up for work.
Actually - I used to have a really monstrous alarm-clock - but it disappeared with my last removals.
The new monster will not be enough for work - good test, sort of.

So - dream-recall gone from there - to make it worse yet - I got again ripped out of sleep later by angry doorbell-ringings - my husband had forgotten something on the way to work and was too lazy to search for his keys - well - seems they were somewhere, where they don´t belong..
He didn´t like my reaction.
Me neither in hind-sight.

But there is something interesting anyway:

One dream had me going shopping for clothes - funny - this also comes up time and again.
But it´s been a long time, I actually went out and bought something new to wear - or even went "window-shopping".
Maybe I should ..

Anyways - I was there - and there was also a very nice and attractive woman - maybe in her 50s.
I didn´t like myself in anything - mainly because I had some skin blemishes - bit of acne, like I had it in my teens.
But I was my current age of almost 40.
So - she started rummaging for a make-up.
Found it - told me to sit down and close my eyes - and I received a wonderful face-massage with this application procedure.
It was very sensual - and after some meaningful looks back and forth - she took me back home to her, after her shift was over.
I was watching the ongoings until that - enjoying the "show" of other women coming in and out of cubicles with ever new interesting outfits - always keeping and eye on her, and she back.

Suffice to say - we took this quite a lot further - and it was a very, very pleasing dream.

Since this is also a first as far as I know - I shortly thought - maybe it is a sort of residue again - being a bit disappointed with my self about having had a male body two nights back and not exploring it or using it in "specific ways".
But maybe not.
Got gender experimentation on the plate this week it seems.
Oh well - I like it!

When we first arrived it seemed like perhaps a train compartment, and there was not enough room, so we found a bench and a half or so with grumpy neighbors. Did not have kids with us, and frankly I do not even recall who was with me, just seemed like a group of people and a whole bunch of stuff.

I was hungry, and there seemed to be lots of buffet tables with many kinds of food. Part of the challenge was that my arms were already full of my stuff. Another issue was that I could not find a plate for the longest amount of time. The buffet was almost over and they had run out of clean plates. They only had huge unwieldy serving plates and tiny elongated appetizer plates. I took an appetizer plate thinking I could carry it easier and could do more than one trip.


Somewhere in this dream there was a woman worried about getting back to her daughter. She had left the kid at a library in the care of a librarian and had paid $1,000 for baby sitting. I had a vision of a whole bunch of kids overwhelming a helpless librarian who could not control the roudy bunch.

Back at the buffet, I put some food on my tiny plate, but then the stuff I was carrying shifted in my arms and I lost my plate and it fell to the ground and all the food got off the plate. At that moment the staff started clearing the buffet food except for deserts.

That's when I had a mental breakdown. Sobbing I explained I was hungry, had arrived late, the lack of adequate plates, and my wanting food other than desert. A manager or several started helping me and got together a bigger plate filled with food.

Then they wanted to know where my table was, and I explained that I was just sharing that bench, and there seemed to be no way to really eat there. So they found me a table.

The end of the dream, I do not know whether all if it happened while I was asleep or whether I continued the story daydreaming after mostly waking up.

In the first one, he just came to my birthday party. I remember giving him a big ol hug (the only kind of hug you CAN give to a beasty piece of meat like that), and saying something like "Nothing makes a little girl happier at her birthday party than when her favorite celebrity shows up!" He said "awwwwwww," and I remember my head was chest-level to him (he's 6'7" or something), and I could hear the "awwww" rumbling in his chest. THen he pushed me to the ground and we started making out. As the dream faded, so did he, until I was left holding a book. I don't remember anything about the book, except that when I opened it to the copyright page, all the way at the bottom, filling the tiny sketch of a dragon, it said "Ophelia Productions." I was left with the feeling that Kevin knew this, and he would find me again. Then I woke up.

Sure enough, I had another nonlucid where Danny and I went to Kevin's wedding. Now, in real life, Kevin Durand is on my celebrity card (you know, the only person you're allowed to cheat on your spouse with.. Danny's is Sandra Bullock). Anyway, throughout this whole dream, Kevin and I are walking around the church, prior to the wedding, holding hands. And I'm thinking to myself, "this is ok, because he's on my celebrity card." But then it starts to dawn on me that probably Kevin's wife to be isn't going to be so accepting lol. At one point we go check on her, and I shake her hand and meet her. This seems to have a fucked up effect on Kevin, because he gets really flustered and kinda sweaty, like he suddenly got a fever. So I took him to another room, fanned his face with a magazine, and wiped his sweaty hair from his brow. I asked him if he was alright, but he was pretty unresponsive. Too bad because he looked good in his tux, minus the jacket. He sat on a cardboard box full of fruit, and started playing with the fruit, when I woke up.


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I dreamt about the girl of my dreams apparently, it was something like a slideshow of our life together you know... About how i meet her, how i mimic everything she does to show her my affection, she sees that ofcourse, i behave like a nerveous trainwreck, but she still loves me. At a certain point i get better and our whole life becomes this sunset fairytale, where we hold each other tight, look into our eyes drunk with love and ofcourse kiss like there's no tommorow, my whole life i spent with her... In the beginning when i met her i was seeing the whole thing 3rd and rather than me there was this hella awkward guy. (Guess that'd be me in a different form) So i approached her at a bus stop and tried to talk to her, upon not succeding i just asked for a hug and she gave me one, i saw myself jump around filled with joy, after that it was the happiest moments and only that... but it isn't so vivid anymore...

Anyways, dream life goes on and i find myself in this wierd art classroom with only like 8 or 10 desks and a wardrobe shelf (yep) in the corner of the room. I had stolen a painting and everyone thought it was mine, so ofcourse i accepted the praise and whatnot, but i had acctually stolen the painting from an abandoned house.
After that a teacher came to me and started giving me shit about some other thing and i threw my coffee at him in the presence of the whole class. He didn't do anything about it he just dissapeared...
I went to the wardrobe shelf thingy at the corner of the room to put my stuff in it, but only not on the acctual shelf, but a mini shelf attached to the side of the whole thing. Then i looked to the side and i saw that girl... i think she smiled at me. Then we started cleaning the whole room and putting up christmas decorations. After we were done, two teachers came in and started commenting on how they thought we couldn't do it and they were very proud. I looked at my right again and i saw her smiling at me... Then i woke up and did a WBTB (unsuccesfull)

Now it's my birthday, not the exact date, but a couple of days earlier and i'm having a party at my house. I'm waiting for people to tell me happy birthday, so i could correct them, but no one seems to even know that they're at my party... No wonder, my guests are no other than Kris and his friends (not really friends in the waking life) I'm standing in the kitchen and no one's there so i decide to go upstairs and check around. I see a light coming from my room, so i go there. I see Kris and he says "Congrats man! You chose the right room!" And we begin a tour of every room of my own house, while they are rhyming and singing and opening doors and i see people in the rooms doing exactly what Kris is rhyming about. At one point he was rhyming about an old man with a rubber dick, so you know that was fucked up...
So the whole thing turns out to be like a birthday present for me. At the end of the tour we end up in my basement and upon opening the door i saw three corridors. To the left was a corridor full of ugly chicks, the one on the right there was that girl... taking a shower, and in the middle corridor there was this like conference room, with a conference desk and everything only it was situated on clouds and there were like 6-9 people sitting on both sides and a guy sitting in the master seat or whatever.There are mini clouds infront of everyone sitting there on the left they are greenish and on the right black. For some really idiotic reason i choose to go to the middle room instead of the right one, where the girl of my dreams is... so those people at the conference room start talking about destroying earth and stuff and before they could finish their demonic plan i was back at the entrance to my basement, then Kris asked me which room i chose and i told him. He called me a moron and i woke up...

So last night I had a dream that someone got into my car and was trying to mug me I was aggressive at first and came at him like I was going to attack him then he pulled out a knife I then acted as if I was giving in and then I grabbed his knife and pulled out one of my own that was sitting in my center console and proceeded to stab him in the neck over and over again... I pushed him out of my car and he bled out and died on the ground...very violent dream, any ideas on what this dream could have possibly meant? oh and I thought this was real for at least 30 minutes after I woke up, it was a very realistic feeling dream!