non-lucid

It was placed at my old highschool initially. I was exiting to the schoolyard with Fran Zebec, a colleague from my new highschool.
I can only remember the end; I was talking to Zebec as we walked about a nonexistent Yogscast episode. They were playing WoT.

I throw out an analogy saying that the E-75 is similar to the Pope. My reasoning is: The artist who painted a portrait of the Pope had on his grave an inscription saying he painted the Pope. Likewise, another artist had an inscription on his grave saying something ‘’stupid’’; along the lines of:
‘’He poked out with his turret 8 times and did 4000 dmg’’ (the math being completely correct, surprisingly, while I did it in my sleep).

Suddenly as we cross the school yard- it reforms into a half circle sloped stone road climbing up. It resembled the one near the church Marija Pomocnica, or at least that was my first association.
Zebec was gone, and in his place walked my childhood friend Dominik.

We stoped at the base of the road, near some stone benches and tables where students were hanging out. One student was at the nearest bench, cutting away at pieces of red spicy spongy chips using scissors. He called it ‘’hot sauce’’ for some reason. Dominik took the scissors and chips and enthusiastically started cutting it, to which the guy promptly told him to stop.
After that we climbed the half circle to end up at something resembling the side parking lot of the aforementioned church. I glanced at 2 colleagues from the same class as Zebec there; Kurtin and Krstic.

The alarm rang and the dream suddenly ended.

Hello! I am interested in lucid dreaming, so I will take notes on the dream that I just had on here... now!

So, the dream was a disturbing one. It involved murder, a murder-causing radio (or 2?), possible time-traveling to find the roots of what happened, vomiting, and survival. The funny thing was, I knew that I was dreaming, but I wanted to solve the dream's problems. That may be why I decided to go back to find the source; terrible things already happened then.

Oh, and I almost forgot another thing; there was a sociopathic truck. There was no driver in it, and it seemed to seek out people to run over when they are crossing... Sort of like the Doctor Who episode "Father's Day", where a truck (albeit with a driver) constantly goes through a time warp to hit the paradoxical person who was meant to die then so that the time stream becomes normal again. It was like that, except that I didn't die permanently. I had a dream within a dream, I think...

And now I really wanted to find a way to destroy the radio, in bed, which I took manners to do.I took the radio, teleported into bed, and I tried to wake up by forcing myself to. I screamed as hard as I could, I made up ridiculous twists that would wake me up, and I even vomited in bed. I also tried to destroy the radio, but it didn't seem to break...

Thankfully, that was only in the dream, and I eventually woke up. I immediately did a reality check on my surroundings; it was not bright, like in the dream. I was quite astounded, and I decided to make this journal to record such dreams. Needless to say, it was a memorable nightmare. I have a feeling the radio is going to come back into my dreams, though I hope not... I will make these posts as much as I can, and I look forward to the results. ^^

-Day 1 completed-

- Logan

fragment:

I was at my parents' house playing poker with friends like we used to do all the time back when I was in high school and for some reason there was no roof on the house. There was a beautiful night sky above and I noticed some strange flying machine that I called a drone in the dream. It zoomed in close to look at us and I became spontaneously lucid. It didn't like what it saw in the home I guess, so it dropped a mini-nuke on the house. I made myself invincible so I couldn't get hurt by it and made all of the fire collect into a billowing pillar of flames that I shot at the drone. The drone flew away and I used my mind-powers to make all of the smoke leave the house. Woke up.

fragment 2:

Was playing some kind of RPG where I would run around a shopping mall and collect powerful mops and brooms of various colors to battle these evil guys that were chasing me.

fragment 3:

I was on a stakeout mission with Johnny Depp as the CIA agent from Once Upon a Time in Mexico. We were hanging out in a cab, waiting for someone.

The corporation discovered us and Johnny gave me a tiny pistol about the size of my thumb, but it still worked. He said he used to use it all the time on spying missions because it was so easy to hide. We ran to a park and got into a gunfight with some cronies from the corporation. Then a car pulled up with more corporate guys. One of them was carrying giant vials filled with a mysterious red substance. He broke them and clouds of red dust went everywhere. We both ran away, covering our mouths and trying not to breathe. People around us that inhaled the dust started convulsing and then turned into zombies. I had taken one of the corporate guys revolvers and so we kept shooting the zombies as we were running. Eventually we got to a group of other normal people that were hanging out, having a little fiesta. Only two zombies were chasing us at that point, a bride and a groom. They were both moving really slowly too. Johnny said, "Well, no point wasting bullets on these guys. Everybody, grab something to hit them with". The Queen song Don't Stop Me Now started playing as everybody moved around the zombies in a circle, hitting them on the head in unison with various objects.

After awhile, there was nothing left of them but bean dip, some salsa, and a brain. One guy bent over and scooped up some of the bean dip with a tortilla chip and ate it. I told him, "You know you're totally going to turn into a zombie, right?" He just smiled at me. Dream ended.

28.12.2013

Would You Like My Breast Milk Unprocessed or Not? (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside of a black van and immediately sat down only to find there's a blonde naked female right in front of me. Her body composition and outline is of an anime female with odd anatomy, especially for the breasts.

Spoiler for 18+:

I'm not sure if I took action or if she did it, but I was sucking on her nipples for breast milk apparently. Just as I was getting into feeling her right nipple with my tongue, she pulls herself back a bit and asks me a question (paraphrasing):

"Would you like it unprocessed or not?"

I don't remember what my choice was, but I just wanted to go back into nipple sucking. Unfortunately, it seems as if existence in the dream was fading away when I woke up.

I probably got too excited, and I'm totally just going to ignore that I wasn't bothered by her question.

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28.12.2013

Setting Up a Trap for a Pitbull (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This dream was like playing some kind of RTS game where you can zoom in and out and pan over the environment to plan your course of action. I had the role of trying to set up a trap for a dog that looked like your regular pit bull.

The lower half of the dog's body consisted of a black color that spreads a bit more to the top of its back. It had a white colored base for its visage and a black snout.

My plan was to make a small tunnel for it to pass through, and the sections would be intertwined so closely that the moment it came out of the small pipe way, the trap would be activated in some way.

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28.12.2013

Natti & Her Floating Lemur Guardian (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I forgot the date I recalled this dream, and I can't be bothered to check the chat logs I discussed this with a friend of mine. All I know is that it occurred a few days before this date of the dream journal entry.

And I'm not sure if I'm typing this properly in a chronological format, but there were so many small things to take into consideration that it felt like I was experiencing them all at once. I guess that's the disadvantages of trying to find words to conceptualize the whole experience into words....too linear and restricted.


I was inside of an apartment that looked fairly empty, as if it was cleaned out for someone to immediately move. I noticed I was talking to a friend of mine Natti.

There were all sorts of subtle things occurring, and most of what I recalled was based on my peripheral vision. I couldn't see Natti clearly, but I could easily make out the contours of her visage and body.

She was wearing swamp green military fatigue pants along with a black vest, though I couldn't tell if she was wearing a black sports bra underneath or not. She's sitting down crisscross apple sauce, and I had a small conversation with her over something I can't recall too well.

All I could remember is that I was suggesting to her that we head out somewhere, and that's when I noticed the floating lemur close to us. I wasn't bothered for a long time on the lemur's presence, but something about her (presuming the lemur would be a she after discussing this with my friend) felt like she was protecting Natti I guess.

The lemur had a blue-skinned visage, hands, feet, and I believe is the same for her belly as well while the rest the body consisted of white fur. I think she wore glasses like Natti did, though this dream was either completely based on peripheral vision, or was just blurry from the start.

She (lemur) seemed to be fairly dormant and was probably just there for fun or something else entirely. It looked like she was meditating with her eyes closed, but still having awareness of what was going on.

Though I felt that despite of her calm nature, it was kind of overbearing and creeped me out a bit.

I looked over the window and noticed that the environment outside had a fairly dully and gray atmosphere. The buildings had the same bland color as well, and the window I'm looking through is fairly basic as well.

It has a dark brown wooden edge around it and the flooring consisted of dark brown wood with some level of polish to it. Natti seemed to be out of place with the area she's in, and after that, I can't recall what happens next.


Seeing how her female lemur guardian was in the same sitting position as her, only floating, maybe they were both meditating at the time and I just happened to be part of the experience.

20.12.2013

Kissing (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was kissing someone that sublimated overwhelming feelings of wanting to be intimate with her. Her existence had a very familiar vibe, but I couldn't really tell who it could be.

I was more focused on being overly attached to her, as she was with me, and we ended up kissing each other frequently. My memory tells me that she was mixing around with several faces, or it could just be a perception error on my mind.

But whatever the case, her existence was comforting. She was wearing a long black dress, and had light Caucasian skin.

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20.12.2013

Scarf & Transformers (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID


Since I put off recalling this dream to full detail, I'll just give a list of things that occurred:

• Saw a girl that looked like Sarah B (black haired one)

• Some Transformers theme were placed somewhere in this dream

• I believe I actually did see some Transformer robots

• The same Sarah is wearing a Scarf

• There was a blue wheeled object that I can only closley associate to a laundry wheeled container that was filled with some items that I believe were clothes

• Sarah and some girls she was with were scavenging through the assortment of clothes, and Sarah seemed to have given me a long stare with a smile on her face.

19.12.2013

Just Drop the Weapon...NOW (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

The environment was mostly Fall-related with orange-brown leaves scattered in abundance. There was a fancy shack in the middle, and there seemed to have been no windows, though the outlines have been cut out to imply that there could be ones fitted in.

There was a man that looked a lot like the waking life counterpart of a dark skinned man that wears glasses that had a thick black trimming. He had a weapon in his hands, and I'm not sure if I had one as well.

I'm telling him to put the weapon down in an authoritative tone, and I believe my mother was to the left of me trying to help me out. The guy looked like he had a hair trigger if I said anything wrong or out of place.

After a while, the guy didn't seem like he would be a threat to anyone, and he just seemed to point the gun at me without any intention to actually shoot. It seems my mother got tired of this and left, and as she's in the process of leaving, I was wondering why she's leaving just like that without worrying what this guy may do to the both of us.

Even though the guy is in an awkward position seeing how he's inside of a shack that's kind of hard to get out of without getting shot by someone else, it felt like this dream just went down the gutter after my mother left.

It felt like the script in this dream for trying to get the guy to put the gun down as I could euphemistically state was nonexistent, which ended up with me probably getting out of the dream environment as well.

First Dream:

Our old house got a huge renovation - with ripping out cables and water-supply and heating installations.
For some reason, there were many people there for visit - two friends of mine and around five others.
We wanted to play darts and put up a weird contraption on ropes and chains - dangling it from the ceiling more or less, but fixing to the floor.
Everybody wanted to try out my darts - and I was trying out other people`s.
Then mine were gone - big search and turning over everything - it was clear, somebody had taken them - but we couldn't find out who.
I needed them for an upcoming tourney - and in the dream they had been very expensive - and I had not enough money to get new ones.
So I tried out others - but couldn't get along with them.


Second Dream:

I woke up between dreams - but anyway - part of the solution to the darts-loss came in this one.
It was clear that they had been stolen, because I found the wallet, they were in originally lying in the sand of a beach at the lake.
I was there for sun-bathing - when I went into a cafe - I met an old friend of mine - and he invited me to join him and two others on a sailing boat on the lake.
This was a wonderful dream - looking at the landscape, feeling the wind and spray of the water and the sun.
Extremely vivid for a non-lucid - well - for a lucid it also would have been - veery vivid.
Only negative thing, was an argument with a friend of mine already on the boat - why she wouldn't have told me about the sailing and had invited me.
Turned out, she had a crush on that guy sailing with us and was afraid, I might snap him away from her.


Third Dream:

Not sure which - but a German city was laid out like Venedig - with canals for streets.
I had started a job there - but stayed in a hotel for first - it was a bit problematic for me to see through how transportation worked there - came late - but wasn't a problem - to my big relief.
I had to go buy new clothes too - having gained so much weight, that nothing fit anymore (inspiration not hard to decipher - this time of the year gives me an extra 2 kg regularly - couldn't close some last buttons yesterday, too..). The only thing I found was a tent-like jeans-dress - like for pregnant women - great..
What was nice was one snippet from that dream - I saw a dog jump from the balcony of a 4th story flat - into the water - and bouncing back out - up to a balcony on the opposite side of the street on the 2nd floor.
Then the dog told me, that this bouncing was a speciality of these canals - and that he would always do it like that to visit another dog.


There was more to the dreams - but - while posting a lot - I always get a bit nerved by writing DJ and rather hold it short and do not give it much effort to make it nicely written - maybe later - not much time, though - and need to do it for the comp..

Well this dream was the last of my sleep but i found it funny and scary.

I was with some people and we were going to beach .. we went to beach and we saw incoming a plastic boat u know the one u gotta fill with oxygen air but without air and like crashed , i and it was heading back to sand and i took it out ..
then we were on the sand and u know like celebrating with families , but i saw 1kid opening holes from the sand and little fly's and those small things ocming outside so i try to cover all those covered holes .. in 1 moment we heard that there is a killer or something ...

everyone left ..
and there was a building near unfinished one but almost finished like 90% only painting left..
i went near and i had to climb on the roof from the wooden thing that electricity comes and see from the top whats going on , and i've took something from there i dont remember something importanrt really like a pendant or i dont know i dont remember.
So then i was kind of scary and i climbed down from the same way from the electricity line cables and the
building , that was so pro lol.
so when i reached down and everyone was left ... you know in dreams u dont do sometimes what u want cus its dream and if you dont know that your dreaming then the dream is going it byself ..
and it guided me to go inside the building and search for him or something ... wow i was scared abit but i was kind of going silently and when i realised that there is a killer that kills people out on that sea or whatever , i just try to run back lol while running to go back something messaged in my mind "the door you entered is locked" but i didnt care and i went and headed over there as fast as possible to leave that killer.

when i found the door i was like omg i knew he will lock me in and come and kill me ..
now what to do ? he put on the Door a metal thing that u have to slide at right but u can't touch it cus u will get electro shock .. and what i did was i slide it with my foot lol , i mean with my shoes i pushed it and TICK, door opened .. i wanted to continue dreaming that maybe if i willl sleep again now i might do , and see that nooble killer what he can do , thats how i pwn !

have fun

I'm back after a nearly 8 month layoff from dreaming, and I should have become lucid but sadly didn't.

1. Dancing Comp.

It's week 2 of a school dancing competition, and this week 2 people were going to go home. Sadly me nor my partner actually know how to dance, so it seemed like we were doomed. "Wait a second, why do I even care?" My partner replied "I don't know know, why do you?" I lose motivation and this dream ends.

2. Basketball (fragment)

I'm playing basketball with my friends from XC

I was in an Anime travelling via train with my family somewhere and while travelling, trying to get to speak to this girl named Harriet. Coming out of the train, my sister bumped into a young girl. Her dad was also supposedly coming to the same building whire we were going. I called out to Harriet who was talking to another boy. The man beside teased me about losing her to an idiot.
I then heard my dad's voice. i was close to getting up, I didnt know that. I didnt know I was dreaming. I didnt want Dad to see this dream (he doesnt believe in watching anime), so I zoomed out of my dream, such that I was seeing the anime on the computer, with my dad standing behind me. I then created 2 walls behind me and transported myself into a forest clearing while I caught a tablet which had the second dream going on. Once I figured out what ti htat done, i woke up.

The whole time i wasnt lucid as I didnt even know it was a dream.

A note from an earlier wakeup that I no longer remember: "Rescue mission. 2 people ready to bodily drag this guy away from the queen, not realizing he has his own plan."

I become lucid. (I no longer remember what was happening before this, if anything.) I'm standing at the bottom of a short flight of steps leading up out of a shop, onto a street, and there's two guys I'm with who are heading up the stairs, and if I want to follow the storyline of this dream I should head up those stairs with them. But given that I've just become lucid, I'm not sure the lucidity is stable enough to last through a scene-changing doorway, so I decide to abandon the storyline. I look around the shop instead, looking at the wooden pillars and ceiling, wondering what I'd like to do. There's a guy working the register who's grumbling, in a bad mood, and we start talking. He's attractive.

The scene changes; we're elsewhere, having sex, and I can feel everything I do to him as if it were being done to me. He's aware of the sudden scene change, and he's confused, but up for it. His appearance gradually changes, and I become aware that without consciously deciding to do so, I'm changing him to better suit my tastes; now that I've noticed I'm doing it, I consciously encourage specific changes. Everything I change alters gradually, but then suddenly his whole appearance changes in an instant, now a goth/punk look, pale and with half his head shaved; I hadn't intended to do that. I'm thinking that all the gradual changes I was making must have pushed him to some tipping point, and I'm a little annoyed with myself. He's now becoming distressed; I don't think he's aware that he used to look very different, but he's aware something's off. The dream disappears, and I'm in darkness, no visuals, no body, thinking over what went wrong.

I become aware that I'm lying in bed. (False awakening.) I open my eyes: I'm in a dorm, I think of this as a place associated with dreaming. The room's filled with many bunk beds, reminds me of hostels, and although I should have this room to myself, there are a bunch of people here now, new students who've arrived in the night. I try to go back to sleep, although they're very noisy, and I overhear something about framing someone for something as a joke, and something about cats and bad luck. Eventually I remember that I don't live in a dorm anymore, therefore none of this is real and I don't have to be here, so I get up to leave. One of the students tries to stop me, referencing cats and bad luck again, and I get really, irrationally, over-the-top irritated by this - by the idea of a DC standing in my way and wasting my time. I put my hand around his throat - my hand has long claws as I do so - move him out of my way, and walk out the door. (And then woke up.)

Last night I dreamed that I was in some kind of police patrol and we went inside a huge building. I can't remember a big part but I can remember after some time, when I was alone, I went outside this building (looked kinda like a abandoned hospital). I went outside and found a park with some guy smoking pot, I told him that police would arrest him if they found him. So I went for a walk with this guy, really calm. At some point a few pretty girls appear and this guy gives them the joint. Big part I can remember and then I am at home with my brother, he is about to steal my weed but i stop him and wake up... Horrible recall, also im starting to think im reeaaaaally a pothead.

Nap dream: Again I'm with my brother, he is wearing my shirt and get angry about this, he goes to play some games in his PC and then i start to imagine the game. It was something about a huge disaster created by a huge international corporation and a guy who is going to "fix it". This guy is the protagonist of the game and he starts saying that this corporation is not interested in fixing the problem but instead is interested in killing the witnesses and basically destroying the whole place. It made me remember to half life, but the main character was the bad guy. After this short dream I had sleep paralysis. Or maybe I dreamed that I had it, I couldn't move at all and woke up in the same position I dreamed.

fragment 1:

I think that my mother, my sister, and I had just gotten back from some swamp. We were at my parents' house and my sister kept acting very sleepy. She kept passing out. I tried to help her get to the kitchen but she passed out on the way there. She wouldn't wake up so I decided to call 911. Instantly, my mother pulled out a gun and said, "Don't you dare call them, put down that phone!" The way she did it was very much like Frank Reynolds in Always Sunny in Philadelphia, but not quite so funny. I called them anyways, there was no way she would shoot me. But she started firing, so I ran behind a wall and told the dispatcher that my mother was trying to murder me. The dispatcher thought that was hilarious, meanwhile I'm freaking out and crying. The dispatcher kept laughing her head off, she said to me, "A very nice try, but I am a trained actor and I can tell that you're indicating". I threw the phone and my sister got up and pulled out a shotgun. I became lucid and made myself invincible. I walked out and ignored their shooting me then made both of their guns fly out of their hands. They both passed out and I went outside.

I remembered that I wanted to try some teleportation techniques and so I first tried one that I thought of. I flew really high in the sky so the city below was obscured by clouds. I imagined that the world below was Denn and it was working, I could see the city below morphing into another town. When it was done morphing, I could tell that I was flying above Denn but as I almost got there, I woke up, DEILD.

dream 1, DEILD:

I was standing on the clouds above the city, Denn looked like a partially materialized town, kind of like how towns look like as they're loading in assassin's creed. I flew down and started to run across the rooftops of the partially materialized town, but then I woke up fully.

dream 2, WILD:

I started out in a fully enclosed, stone room and there were what looked like two police DCs in there. Must have been a continuation of my previous nightmare. I ignored them completely though and remembered the next teleportation technique I wanted to try. I closed my eyes for about 7 seconds and imagined being at Denn. I could both see the town and feel myself being there. When I opened my eyes it actually worked, I was a little bit surprised but happy all the same. Denn looked like an Arabic town from back in the day. There was sand on the ground and all of the buildings were made out of sandstone. Most of them had beautiful cloths draped over the top as a roof and cloths for doors. I was in the free market and the blacksmith was standing in front of me. He had a huge barrel of weapons next to him, so I told him that I needed a weapon and he threw a little baby spiked dagger at me. He asked me, "Does this work for you?" I told him no and tossed it on the ground. He then threw me a double-bladed battleaxe and I thought about it for a second and told him no again. Then he pulled a large-bladed scimitar out of the barrel that could fold in on the handle so that I could store it like a pen. I told him, "Now that's what I'm talking about". I reached into my pocket and pulled out some wooden coins, half of them flew through the air towards the blacksmith. I thanked him and decided to head towards the green fairy. Dream ended, DEILD.

dream 3, DEILD:

I was back in the free market, wandering around while looking at all the cool stores. I saw a medicine store and thought about going in there, but then the dream ended again, DEILD again.

dream 4, DEILD:

I started out on the rooftops and the town looked like it was only partially materialized again, so I ran across the rooftops for a minute to solidify my place in the dream and then I jumped down. After wandering around for a little bit I found some taverns, I almost went in but when I looked at their signs they didn't say The Green Fairy. There were a lot of taverns too, I figured the people in this town must be a bunch of drunks. I asked a DC where I could find the Green Fairy and he pointed around a corner, I thanked him. Sure enough, the Green Fairy was around the corner. It has old-western style swing doors. As I walked inside, I noticed that this building was very tall but it had a white cloth for a roof above the 2nd floor. I asked if there was a table I could sit down at and the bartender told me to go to hell, dream ended. I DEILD'd again.

dream 5, DEILD:

Back in the Green Fairy, but this time I was sitting down at the bar, drinking beer with my dream girlfriend. We talked for awhile and joked around, I started to get a little bit lost in the dream but then it ended again. DEILD, last time.

dream 6, DEILD:

We were now sitting at a small table by the bar and our pitcher of beer had almost ran out. Bartender walked by and spilled our beer on the floor, I was pretty upset. I had forgotten that I wanted to start a brawl in there though. I drank the rest of the beer in the pitcher and got over it. He offered to move us to a nicer table, I said okay. As we were walking I remembered what I wanted to do, meet Staysharp and battle him in the bar. Dream got blurry, I tried to stabilize, didn't work and I woke up. Tried to DEILD again, wouldn't work, woke up fully. Tried a WBTB WILD, didn't work. I was too excited that I finally got to Denn.

Morning of December 27, 2013. Friday.



This is one of those “body” dreams; that is, the primary focus of my dream being on the condition or state of the body. Such dreams usually have magnification of imagery and “closer than possible” perspectives and are often semi-lucid. In this one, I am mostly focused on my feet.

My feet have a sort of discomfort on each outer side, sort of like when wearing shoes that are a bit too tight, but I am barefoot in my dream. When I do any type of affirmation pulsing with the word “healing” or “healing powers” (as opposed to “healthy” or “healthy energies”) I have dreams of this nature (every single time thus far). This is likely because “healing” has a completely different association with other areas of the mind and memory than “healthy” (especially as “healing” implies an ongoing event whereas “healthy” implies a state of being). I have honestly recognized this for over twenty years, but I still use the word “healing” to discern variations and am still experimenting with direct to dream pulsing.

“Healing” seems to send the message that you are in a continuous state of change and always brings about unusual dreams relating to the body and again, usually with both magnification and “closer than possible” perspective of the particular area of the body. Normally, though, it brings about dreams of open sores that often close themselves (thus, always a dream-instigated opportunity to keep healing), hollow areas within the body and extremely detailed imagery of internal anatomy (even microscopic views - such as blood flowing, etc.) I have also noted (and no longer use much) the association with “flowing”. For some reason, the dream self’s mind can only link the word “flowing” with water or liquid (in one dream, it seemed like paint). Thus, when I used phrasing in pulsing sessions such as “healthy energies flowing”, I would always dream of water flooding a room, or similar (usually not in a negative or stressful sense, though, but rather purposeless, perhaps).

In this dream, I eventually check my feet more closely. I see that a couple layers of skin are peeling off around the outer sides of both feet. Inside each “cocoon” of thin skin is a small toe (at this point, I am still “logically” assuming they are the fifth toe on each foot - yet much closer to the instep middle-point than would be normal), my toenails breaking through first (without any actual pain, though). I am trying to work out the situation. Perhaps my shoes had been too tight for too long and somehow caused skin to grow over each small toe after a time (as well as each small toe being pushed down and against the outer instep over time). As the skin comes off, it feels a bit more comfortable. A little later I flex my feet and toes (the toe-line changing and now being mostly even across, unlike just before) and then notice that I have six toes on each foot (all appearing normal otherwise). It does not concern me all that much. I look at them curiously and a couple relatives look at my feet without comment. I guess growing extra toes like this is not all that unusual, especially in the dream state.

This was possibly partly influenced by “The Chrysalids” (known as “Re-birth” in the USA), my favorite novel of any genre. In the story, though, it is Sophie that has the six toes, not the main character. I had found the story remarkable in how closely I related to David Strorm, almost as if I was reading about myself and my life (at one level) directly (the only book that I ever perceived this level of such clear and “familiar” associations and “closeness” in identification with a fictional character).

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00:00 Friday 2013-12-27 comp #16 night #15

00:15 bedtime two 200mg tabs of Valerian

04:29

F1) skiing, there's not enough snow

1) arcade game contest, you have to get a huge balloon-like ball through a hoop in the ceiling. The game is arranged with mirrors. It's very hard to see what the goal of this game is exactly, I'm trying to figure it out. Eventually a faint hoop high up in the back comes into view and I know you're supposed to get this huge ball through that hoop. I'm trying different ways, including throwing a deflated balloon, then I get the idea of get the balloon in place to fall through the hoope: I tie a a string to the balloon, throwing the string over the roof of the building beyond the game area, and pulling the string from the other side of the building to get the balloon directly over the target.
Dream changes to their being an attack from one team on another down a river. One team is waiting for the other team, there's an ambush. The older people are upset they didn't want to participate in an attack, it is a betrayal of trust. Is some places the ground is food, like pizza.

F2) A guy says "only people who are believers (O) can come inside".

F3) A guy fails the test of good character, "b" (flat mark) Pyt.T. is grading the test. I see a hand/pencil making a mark on the grading form paper up close.

F4) a campus police offiicer is standing in full uniform in the distance, I see his badge. They're advertising the job of being a campus policeman. There's a guy sitting at a gate then this policeman comes out.

2) bowling in the bowline alley throwing the ball, left handed, it crosses over the middle, hits near the 10 pin, but in a very slow chain reaction all the pins fall down for a strike. I said "wow that's one of the (ugliest/slowest) strikes I've every seen!" Some people were watching, they don't react much. I'm happy to get a strike. I bowl another ball, having trouble releasing it on the proper arrow. I try to stand far back, and approach the 2nd arrow from the left. Look at the ball and the finger holes are all wrong and spread out strangely and there are more than 3, I see the ball up close. I'm playing another guy, I bowl the first ball, and he bowls the second shot, I say "hey you're not supposed to do that, that was my shot." He's upset that I chastised him, and he says "that's the reason why I don't like to play this game," which I think is ridiculous. All the time I'm in the left-most lane of the alley up aginst the left edge of the building. I keep missing my arrow, and the ball at one time skips over an entire lane and enters the gutter of the 2nd lane to the right.

04:40 BTB, doing MILD and SSILD

07:11

F5) watched a woman having a nightmare about being a mermaid. Her legs were short and amputated-looking rather than fishy. Then there's a close up of her bloody decapitated body with the neck stump rubbing up against the bottom part of a couch next to the floor. The view is from overhead.

3) with children trying to watch a movie, I'm in a rocking chair that won't stop rocking, like it's motorized. It's really bothering me, I'm trying to figure it out, to make adjustmets, I say "it's a bad rocking chair, a RC should only rock when you want it to."

We're doing a project with these kids, building something, a little toy house is being fixed up.
Outside with a bunch of kids, they're playing in water.

The kids are playing in the water, a small shallow creek with short reeeds. "we're being sponges" they say. I move to stand in the water too. The kids are naked, and I get naked too. They're all little boys but one is a girl. She's older and she's not naked but is topless. She is shy and keeps turning away from me, I keep maneuvering for a better view. I'm walking in the mud and feel it on my toes.

I'm concerned about making progress on all the projects, the kids are not concerned, they say "you could do t his, you could do that," since they're not concerned, I say, "OK, I'll be a sponge, too."

I see two purple fly-like insects up close with triangular heads covered with insect eyes, their weird mouth appendages are touching each other. I recite the little poem "There were purple bees, kissing in trees." Then I see a very colorful small rainbow minnow flying through the air, it stops in front of me, I see the horizontal stipes of the colors, purple on the top and bottom, and red and yellow in the middle, it's beautiful. I say "hey did you see that?" The guy saw it.

4) in a room, large, tall ceilinged, rectangular, white paint on the walls. It's like a hotel or a dormitory. Son2 is there and wife. Someone rings the bell. Nobody goes to answer the door, eventually I go open the door, I open it, there's a second door, but on the doorknob inbetween the doors is a piece of paper. I take it back into the room and open it. It is a number of pieces of paper stapled randomly together so it's really hard to open and see anything. I eventually see some number, it's a bill for the stay, 1000, or 1900, or 19000.

There's a large toy/model house, one floor is a drawer with a lot of garbage in it, food garbage, and it's wet. Food and dirty. There are strange coins, I try to flip one of these coins but I can't because the coin is too large. I try to do this repeatedly but can't. The coins are rolling around on the ground. I try to find a smaller coin to flip it. I find some "19 r" coins, they're not normal coins, they're only for buying a weird thing. A giant vacuum cleaner starts spewing out sewage into our room. I put it out into the corridor so it's a shared problem, not just our problem.

09:53

F6) a doctor is searching a man for lesions inside and older man's head. I see the top of the man's bald head, his head is bumpy like an egg carton (or snow moguls) all over the top of his head, the doctor is pressing in the valleys of the head poking around trying to find something. I see the front of the face of the patient briefly.

5) in childhood home (DS!!!), I hang up a coat in the hallway closet. We're rushing somewhere. There's a sweater that wouldn't go properly into a drawer. My wife asks me to push it in, I look down and see it protruding from the bottom drawer of a dresser. My wife has a business with Yo Yo Ma, but he hasn't been working recently, but we were still paying him. "If he's not working why in the heck are we paying him for?" Wife answers "he still works occationally, he taught just a few days ago." I say "it's amazing you have so many contacts with famous people." My wife was talking about paying the insurance so we could take care of a pink spot under my arm.

I have markedly more recall then usual - and - I am probably too lazy to explain, where all the stuff is connected to inputs/outputs/experiences from yesterday - but loads.
Maybe I make this: * whereever I see connections.

First Dream:

I was in a club with my husband - a punk band was playing and people jumping about doing pogo.
When I wanted to the bar - I threw myself into that and got pogo-danced to my destination - was the only way to get somewhere.
We met a girl later, who told us, she got thrown out of a squat by the police - but dream-logically - went with us to show us the place. Somehow she had gotten it back, because it was so loud there, nobody wanted to rent it.
It was a really nice little one-room affair and she had a high-bed* platform installed almost over the whole room.
I was also looking for a flat in that expensive city - and thought - why not such a thing, not directly at a big street - but the size would be okay.

On the way to our small hotel - I lost sight of my husband and searched the streets - but I found him back.


Second Dream*:

I was visiting a friend and her family - rather her and her children.
And I had given as a present to one very young girl a box with something like Lego.
She had been somewhere to play with it with others and their sets - but being so young - the mother had gotten her home earlier than the whole children-play-meeting ended.
I convinced her, that in actuality - there had been no reason to take her home so early - she was a bit unhappy.
But she also had gotten a pair of some sort of rodents - they also looked a bit like finches - and we played with them - the mother had a book about what to do with them/how to care for them.
This whole dream got to do with Alric´s Santa thread..


Third Dream:

I was on my way home - and saw about 30 children in FDJ-uniforms (former DDR/east Germany youth organisation - I am from the west, though) being marched by a militarily dressed and behaving woman from a house on a hill into the streets.
They all had small posters, on which there was advertisement to smoke tobacco and drink alcohol.
Didn't even make sense to me in my dream..
Maybe a missed opportunity for RCing.
Then my bike broke down - I tried to repair it - and hurt myself and was dirty from that already - when I decided to take the subway.
Now it got really nasty - once I went down the stairs - it was a horizontal shaft, where I only could rob on my stomach.
And worse yet - there was about 10 cm of really horribly stinking old urine* standing in that tunnel.
The rationalisation then was, that it was not the subway, but some sort of public toilet.
I didn't have any strength left to rob towards the light.
Luckily I woke up.
Just as one aside here - reading The Lies Of Locke Lamorra at the moment - where somebody gets put in a barrel with horse-urine to drown in - which he doesn't - but anyway.


Fourth Dream:

Once more at the house of the parents of my first boyfriend.
This time - another guy was the one, on whom the constant blame was cast - and rightly so - he just lived there uninvited and constantly nagged for money and help, because he was supposedly orphaned - but he was in his 20s - and from Poland, and couldn´t go back and lalala.
There were several episodes - one was the family and me playing solving optical puzzles - there were cards, which supposedly belonged in a certain order - and one should stick them together as they fit.
This was very difficult - always, when we thought, we got something - there was a little mismatch somewhere.
The geometry of this is hard to explain - like a card-house a bit - but with slots..
And the prize for just putting together something was getting a good coffee from the new maschine.
Mistake - and you got only sugared milk* instead .. (*got that yesterday - hubby not getting along with the new espresso-machine of his parents..).
There was an episode, where I found out, my ex would love freckles in girls - and I have 3 and a half myself in summer - but I found a lotion, which promised to produce more of them.
I didn´t use it though - afraid to look like an idiot.
When the mom said at another point - this Polish guy would be a pest - but having me around would be neutral - but nothing nice either - I went out to pick her some flowers.
Suddenly my ex was also there - and he showed me a hedge where hundreds if not thousands of poison dart frogs were meeting to find a partner - in all colours - it was beautiful!!
Later we also met a friendly dog the size of an elephant being walked on the sidewalk.


There is actually much more - I´m lazy writing.
I will add two fragments later on.

Somehow, I didn't care much about recall lately - meaning I didn't mantra on it or anything.
But yesterday I thought - come on - you can do better than that - and just told myself so before sleep.
It might sound as if I wanted to brag - but honestly - I do next to nothing in the moment - maybe one RC a day and some affirmations when lying in bed before sleeping..

Memorable was the sight of these frogs: