non-lucid

LUCID
*While traveling in Paris, I thought could I be dreaming? I didn't a reality check and realized that yes I was! Then the I remembered a task I wanted to complete, calling a cab and taking a riding. I did actually call a cab but lucidity faded shortly after he arrived.


NON LUCID
*I to choose between my girlfriend and some other girl I just met. I told my girlfriend I choose you very happy about it. I told her this on the phone while walking outside of a random apartment complex.

Night 1 of Scionox's Competition#16. I actually planned ahead since my dream recall was fading earlier in the week and came up with a little game plan to re-focus on myself and LDing a little more. The night started off poorly with 2 short fragments and some insomnia around 4am.
Fragment 1: Me and someone helping others recall dreams.
Fragment 2: Company approves cat naps for corporate wellness program.
Fragment 3: Getting mad at my son for seemingly losing his keys and telling me that he knows where they are at like he left them somewhere while out but won't tell me where.

Full dream 1: I should note for anyone new reading this/via the competition that I don't feel that dream world adventures are unfaithful to WL partners. It's all a dream and you can do many things that you can't or wouldn't do in WL. Anyway, a normal dream becomes a DILD: I eventually got to sleep and I am playing a sport "one on one" (sport withheld for privacy)with K from WL and during one of my moves that was very exaggerated and with a surprising outcome I realize that I am dreaming. I decide to approach K all smooth-like and we begin to make out quite heavily. I have always thought she was cute but never thought of making a move on her for many reasons. After making out for a minute or so the dream unfortunately fades and I find myself back in bed and get up to go to the bathroom and return to bed and have a little more trouble getting back to sleep (not trying to WBTB-so not counting WBTB points, just trying to get to sleep). After tossing and turning for a while and some RCs to double check that I am indeed awake and not in a very realistic FA, I decide I might as well do a few of my shortened/combined SSILD cycles as that sometimes relaxes me and can create that small thread of awareness needed to WILD. This did not seem to take very long and something worked to drift me towards sleep. I got HHs of my wife cuddling up to my back like she often does in the morning before she gets up to get ready. She was also whining while kissing my upper-mid back and I decided, even if she really was I should treat it as HHs of a dream girl to keep my consciousness from returning to my sleeping body too strongly...nudging myself further into my dream body. It does get a little ticklish so I kind of push my back towards her a little and I think this was already my dream body moving because I started to get the vibrations Full Dream 2: (maybe ~6:45am) and then started to be able to see through my sleeping mask which moments before I sensed was firmly in place over my eyes. I could see my wife getting ready all nude but she looked a little different from behind and besides I do that all the time in WL so I decided to try change her into N's friend M. Her hair changed color and became wavy as well and her butt which I have never seen but it definitely changed to what I guess I imagine it would look like. I told myself she would turn around and complete the transformation. The rest I will put in spoiler wrap as it is more explicit:

Spoiler for explicit:

Her butt was not quite my ideal but very nice and womanly and smooth with a nice soft color to it. I imagine that when she turns around she will have largish areola on nicely formed breasts. She turns around and she does and her face looks quite a bit like I remember M looking (never seen her nude IWL). I then have her sit on the floor and spread her legs with her feet on the ground and her knees up laying back on her elbows and forearms.

I admire my mind's creation for a moment and then decide that I want to go on to some goals and go down the stairs and out the front door. I look up into the sky to pick out the moon and find it a little to the right of where I last saw it IWL and start flying very fast but my dream starts fading possibly half way there and I find myself back in bed. I RC and attempt to go back to sleep but I am too awake and I see I need to get up soon anyway and I can ask my wife about the whining and kissing my back. She said she might have been whining a little the night before attempting to get me to roll over but not that night, so definitely HH a little before dream entry (unless she forgot she did this IWL).

We were at this one place and he wanted to drive us back home. We got into this one car and he started driving. At first, it was normal driving. Then after a while, He started going crazy and hitting all kinds of stuff like cars, signs, trees, etc.
I told him to let me drive because he said that He's driving like that because he doesn't really wanna drive. So I drove and then It became GTA 5.
I was Franklin and I was driving in the water with a fertilized egg that's about to hatch in my pocket.
The police were onto me for some reason and they caught me.
I was about to be put in jail but luckily, The egg in my pocket hatched just in time to distract them and i got away. Soon I woke up.

I woke up at my old highschool and found out that I was still in school when I already graduated.
I knew that I graduated already and gained a little bit of Lucidity, but I was still unable to do anything.
I went to my first class which I forgot what it was. After that I went up stairs to my second class and saw only 4 people there. We decided that since there were not alot of people, we could just sit here and relax.
I stayed there for a while where it got kind of bored that we all started falling asleep. Even the teacher fell asleep. We were all like the teacher is asleep, we can do anything. the teacher then woke up and said oh no u don't. Then we got to do work which I forgot what it was. After that, I went down stairs for my English class.
Unfortunately, the classrooms were blocked off by huge rocks for some reason so she couldn't teach us that class period. Got lucky lol. Then I woke up.

I was with a couple of "friends" that I never had before. We were at my house which looked more like a cave than a house because it was made of rocks.
In the room where we hang out, there was this rock table where we would put 4 aluminum cans and a candle and we would light it for "cool" effects I guess.
After a while, the fire started spreading to all over the room. Everyone just got their blankets and left.
But my blanket was stuck under this huge rock that I couldn't lift no matter what. I stated panicking and somehow was able to lift up the huge rock and threw it away.
We got outside to see my house burning down and then I woke up.

I have had a whole bunch of baby related dreams in the last few weeks. I'll share a brief summary of the few that I remember.

1. I was taking care of a baby girl who was a few months old. I was stressed when I couldn't remember when I last fed her. To make it worse I wasn't even sure what to feed her.

2. I was helping take care of a friend's baby boy. He was tiny (only about 6 inches long) and could fit in my hand.

3. I was seriously considering adopting 3 little Navajo boys who were about 3-4 years old. Each would be coming from a different place, but the timing was such they would all be arriving together. I really wanted to do this, although the thought crossed my mind that I wouldn't be able to kayak as much.

Yesterday I went to sleep like 3.30 I think and programmed an alarm for like 7.30. I wanted to try a theory, when I woke up I was already dreaming, but I can't remember much, It was all kinda foggy and in sepia colors. I remember seeing my grandpa doing exercises. I woke up and kept sleeping. Late in the morning I woke up naturally several times, but I can't remember those dreams, only the last one. I was with a bunch of friends (and not so friends) from my school, I haven't seen most of them in a year or maybe more. This was a dream sign, but I didn't catch it. I remember someone was cooking. A LOT, I mean there was maybe 15 or 20 different dishes,all different. Then I felt something in my throat and couldn't swallow, I start coughing and then woke up. I was sleeping on my belly and had a lot of saliva in my pillow... Too bad I can't LD lately

This night my alarm clock auto-snoozed as it should. I woke 4 times, having 4 dream. Non of them lucid tho..

All 4 times I woke without moving, and then trying to enter my dream being lucid... However, each time I tried, I just fell asleep..
Once time, I actually tried to keep thinking "I know I'm just laying here.... Stay awake, stay awake". I fell asleep all the times tho..

The good thing is: I can fall asleep easily. I can wake up in the night without moving.

Improvement: I will have to find a way to enter the dream. Imo, DEILDs require only 3 skills/things to do. 1. Fall asleep. 2. Wake up without moving or opening your eyes. 3. ENTER the dream. Of course then you need to stay lucid stabilize and so on. But the 3 first steps are definitely the most important. It seems I have the 2 first down, now I need to enter the dream!!

What I will try tomorrow night is different techniques to enter my dream.
I will try to just form the dream environment shortly after I wake up.
I will try to "wait it out" until hc kick in, sit up,and RC. Last time I WILDed, I experienced hc, sat up, and I was lucid. Let's try to recreate that!
However, I'm more into creating the environment myself, would be more interesting. Let's see what's gonna happen tonight!

In waking life I asked to my father why always Ringo was the most underestimated musician in the band (I know the answer) and like 5 hours later I went to sleep, that night I dreamed that I was in a small wooden cottage and Paul was listening to music and Lennon was playing guitar right next to him. I go over there and Lennon says hi to me, I salute to paul and lennon and we start talking about something, then paul started rolling a joint and a black bassist player with afro hairstyle appears... they start jamming and I tell them that I have a recurrent dream with them. This is false btw but in the dream I had that feeling that I've been there before... maybe i can't remember them.
After this I think I lost every lucidity I had. I remember someone got out of this little house and everything got mad and random, I saw everything in 3rd person and also in 2D. I saw an old woman in the snow and the entry to the cottage got blocked by a wall of ice, but Iron man destroyed the wall.. everything is just confusing now. I appear somewhere else, some kind of dungeon, in a big hall made of stones and there is someone who calls me Dylan (not my name, but then I remembered Stan from American Dad) I woke up happy about the dream involving the Beatles, but don't like the rest of the dream. Maybe I can't remember some parts. First I was telling Paul, Lennon and this big black bass player that i've been dreaming lately about them and suddenly I remember that lady coming out of the house... something is missing, maybe a LD...

I recall a fragment from the night before last where I was going to use my dream guide as an art reference, and S was there. This dream seemed to be a continuation of that. I was showing some of my art to S, and he was liking it. I got to several pages that were all failed attempts at me drawing my dream guide. (In RL, I'm not good at drawing people.) S thought they were really good and wanted to see more, but I told him to give me my sketchbook back.

Fragments - song lyrics misusing the word indigent ("all the charm indigent in you" - I assume it was aiming for 'inherent'); and later, a fragment involving a tribe called Indogen, immortal creatures that were 'judged unworthy by god' and sentenced to stay in this land (wherever the dream was currently set) instead of continuing on their 'journey to the sun.'

An apocalypse scenario; I've run through this scenario two times already and failed both times. First, I have to leave this building quickly, and avoid getting involved with this group of people; that was the mistake I made last time. Second, I can't forget to (something to do with a virus and immunity or a vaccine or similar); that was the mistake I made the first time around. Third, I have to track down three men: one's a scientist whose theories are closely related to the events that are about to happen; the second is a specific doctor.

When I leave the building through the back door, the storyline changes; I'm caught up in some kind of street performance going on just outside, and a woman in the crowd sees me and recognizes me, and comes up to thank me for something I'd done for her in the past involving her ring.

Another apocalypse scene then: a woman who's carrying her son, looks around 3, is begging me to take him with me.

Rumpelstiltskin. There's a horrible smell coming from somewhere in the castle, and finally I've found the source: there's a dead body, someone who broke into the castle and got himself caught in one of the traps designed to stop such intruders from stealing my things. Belle and I have been calling back and forth as we were trying to figure out where that smell was coming from, and I'm pleased I found it before she did. I call to her now, telling her that I've found it and am taking care of it, without letting her know what it was. I magic it away.

Julia's ranting to me about something to do with the news, full of righteous anger. There's some important event going on in the world, some tragedy or disaster or outrage, and she doesn't feel they're covering it well; she's specifically talking about CNN's failure to report on real issues. I'm happy about all this - happy about her righteous anger, that is, not the tragedy or whatever it was - I love how she cares so deeply about these events that I've come to see as commonplace.

There's a girl, a witch, stopping in a school hallway to stand before the memorial to a recently-dead classmate, covered in flowers and candles. The dead girl was also a witch, although this isn't common knowledge, so although she didn't know the dead girl well, she takes this very personally. She's thinking about how she has something that belongs to the girl's killer, and about the girl's mother, and about poison. The candles burn down to stubs as she looks at them, and various other things around her start to catch fire; a boy who was close with the dead girl had been watching nearby, and when he sees this, he starts to run away. She stops him, corners him. He asks what she is; she says he'll never know, but that since he failed his friend, now there's someone else he has to protect - her.

A woman is introducing two of her friends to each other outside a mausoleum, introducing one of them by the nickname she calls her, "Little N." It's N's family mausoleum they're standing in front of. N introduces herself as "Anekhet (last name sounds something like Sastemony) - or Little N." From her tone, which is pleasant, it's still clear that the Little N nickname is a name for only this particular friend to use, not the man she's being introduced to. The man introduces himself with a bow as her ancestor and the founder of this town, and a "comocido" - which in the dream seemed to be a word related to suicide or homicide, a word that indicated the specific way in which he was killed, hundreds of years ago. Anekhet is surprised but not particularly thrown by this.

Integra is watching a map showing enemy vessels approaching England, trying to calculate how much time she has left, torn between two objectives, and finally she dispatches Alucard to a certain ship, to destroy it if he doesn't hear otherwise after a certain amount of time. Alucard drops out of the sky onto that ship, and in his head he's intensely focused on the form he needs to take at any given time, it's almost like psyching himself up, or like playing a role.

12.12.2013

Female Disintegrates Body and Runs Away from Military Base (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Spoiler for Personal Notes:

Guess the image streaming exercises I did about 50+ days ago is starting to pay off. Still going strong with becoming lucid without a WBTB, and I've been going in an out passively with image streaming naturally and easily imagining myself in other virtual experiential realities.

I guess it's clear by default that the theory behind image streaming of connecting cortical regions of the mind definitely has significant effects when you put over at least 20+ hours on it. It clears a lot of the cognitive dissonance I used to go through when trying to understand the concepts and finding applicable methods for gaining lucidity. Though this jolted up the metacognitive ability to know if you're dreaming or not by a lot, and can be improved over time if I ever get time to do more.

I should probably be realistic and not go for 3 hours every other day or every other day if I go back to image streaming. One hour a day, or even 90 minutes a day can be more than enough, it's just that there's so many things to do and learn that I end up doing the latter instead.

Anyway.

I recall existing inside of a building that seemed to have high-end technology, almost like some kind of government or private organization that associates with several political magistrates. I wasn't sure what I was doing for this dream, I just knew that I was dreaming.

The outfit I was wearing is a bit difficult to process, but based on how my dream body felt, it was probably some kind of Tac Suit you'd see in Tom Clancy games. This dream had several themes, and the most prevalent were:

• Espionage
• Military
• Anime

The atmospheric overlay of the dream environment contributed to how it was mostly a colder region for several reasons. The soldiers or guards within the dream all seemed to have a default format from the MGS2/MGS3 soldiers with the black mask covering most of their face except the eyes.

Spoiler for personal note:

With any dream that revolves around attempts at infiltration, it's probably because of my relentless desires to dive into consciousness exploration that usually ends up backfiring. I knew about this probably months or during late 2011 or early 2012, though I never gave it much thought.

It's weird how other individuals can go left and right, in and out of their minds during lucidity to use whatever imaginative potential for some application with waking life, but I seem to have difficulty with that. Even if there's some symbolic implication that I shouldn't be trying to dive into the depths of the psyche or whatever, there's really no point in all of this occurring. Either there's some kind of higher self-implication, or several good reasons why I can't really take advantage of what any sentient and sapient mind can do in their natural sleep.

The weapon that I'm holding was probably just like the default gun you get from MGS2, the American military M9 that's modified to fire tranquilizer darts. Considering how I was using that gun instead of something lethal, I guess there was some ambition to stop killing figments of my imagination, since the last time I tried doing that to try to save dream characters, it ended up biting me later on.


I see a few soldiers passively patrolling this linear area I'm at, and I quickly shoot them in the head since I was just going for Metal Gear Solid logic here. The area itself seemed to be split off with a black metal rectangular border in the middle.

And if you looked from afar, there were more guards on patrol as well, and I had to be very careful of the direction they're facing. I had several guards wondering what was occurring in the area I was in, and I had to quickly go to the other side for safety.

Fortunately they didn't go too far into investigating things and seemed to have pre-fetched sayings and declarations for whenever they're suspicious or presume the area is clear of intruders. As for the bodies of the soldiers that were passed out from the tranquilizers, it seemed I could care less about putting them in safe areas.

I figured that there wouldn't be some weird system that demanded one to store bodies, or else there would be an alarm of suspicion. The area that was about 40 feet away from me seemed to be the external section where the weather had a lot of snow on the ground, but no snowing in particular.


The dream shifts to where I'm now inside another base that has a lot more guards, and what seemed to be unarmed individuals that looked as if they're important. I found myself lying down on my stomach near a section to the left. I believe I was probably under a desk, and there were conveniently placed rectangular objects that concealed my position that were at least 9 inches in length.

Since my field of vision is limited in this position, I had to make use of my lateral peripheral vision. I saw a Black male that was wearing a milky light violet colored dress shirt and regular jeans. For some reason, he was looking down right where I was at, though I wasn't sure if he knew I was there.

He seemed to have made several glances back and forth at me and whoever he's talking to. Seeing how he didn't scream my position, he probably wanted to help me out, or he was just staring at random space to avoid the whole averting eyes awkwardness that occurs in most conversations.

Whatever the case may be, looking at his visage and how he expressed himself, he seemed to have been involved as a computer guru or something of that nature. After a while, it seems some of the individuals leave to their bases and sections, and I finally get out of the awkward position under the desk.

Unfortunately, there were still a good amount of guards around the area, and I had to time my shots in a specific pattern so one or two would hear their own men being knocked out with tranquilizer darts. Fortunately, the process was easy and I managed to take down the three guards within this room.


Then the most absurd thing occurs in this dream. There was another individual that was knocked out that was unarmed. My mental image of this person seemed to be them wearing a white dress shirt and red jeans with some pink to it.

His whole existence disintegrates, and a 3d model of a female that looks like this (it's hard finding an image of her not making lewd facial expressions):

Spoiler for ...:

I don't know what the hell was going on, and I was busy trying to process what I'm going to do if she ends up doing some weird demonic things to me. I can't really recall what happened after that though, just her running away.

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12.12.2013

Girl Doing the Limbo & Vomiting that Defies Physics (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'll keep this short and sweet, no need to be sensory descriptive of someone vomiting in a dream.


A girl that seems to be 6-8 years of age is walking in a manner as if she's setting herself up to do the limbo without a bar. Then she randomly vomits while in the limbo position, and I'm not sure if the vomit is going in my direction.


Maybe it's a sign that I'm a pile of vomit, or I'm being aware of certain false pretenses of those who I feel I could relate to. That's not really surprising, though I wonder who it is in particular the dream was trying to inform me on. And I guess the girl doing the limbo is either another symbolic implication of how that certain individual in waking life is still an enigma.

And considering I had a dream about two children dying yesterday, maybe it's probably that one individual that I feel is another confused woman that just happened to gravitate to my openness to them. Probably a sign that I should go for more stable females than the psychotic ones.

Cleaning the pantry / Heart allergies
I'm in the pantry helping the kids clean. There's a HUGE pile of stuff against the back wall (deeper than the room really is in real life). We've made a fairly significant dent in the middle of the pile, but there's still a lot left. We need to be careful figuring out what's good and what's trash; we don't want to throw away something that's useful. The kids are rather less careful than I am, and I'm concerned they might throw away something that shouldn't be thrown away. I try to keep a close eye on them, but I assume I'm probably missing some things. Now I'm in the family room, near the kitchen. My wife is in her chair near the window. The room feels crowded, though I can't remember what with. She's holding up a small black square (about a square inch) with a raised golden l on it, saying that she's got all the letters to this set, but has anyone seen the numbers? Somehow, I know that all but one of the numbers have been trashed, and I'm disappointed that my prediction came true.

Somehow, our neighbour from across the street is involved, turning the topic from the missing numbers to a girl receiving experimental treatments at the hospital. They're doing something along the lines of rebuilding pathways in her heart. I see a live 2D picture of ... I don't know, blood flow, maybe? The image is short but wide, showing what looks like a tunnel with manholes at the front and back, mostly filled with something solid at the bottom and with a lot of gelatinous material along the top. The hospital is generally having good success with her, though they're very concerned about potential allergic reactions. They're looking for volunteers to help test things before exposing the girl to them to make sure they won't hurt her. Someone is describing the test procedure to me, saying they freeze your heart (literally, not figuratively) and then expose it to the potential allergen. I ask how this is possible, how they can freeze your heart, how they can keep you alive with a frozen heart. The person explaining clarifies that they only freeze a thin layer on the outside of the heart, so it doesn't impact the functioning of the heart. In my mind's eye, I see a heart with a thin layer of frost on it. It's still kind of like open heart surgery, though, since they need to be able to have the heart fully exposed on top to do it.

Now I'm seeing in a hospital's wide corridor. A couple of guys are talking about the procedure. One says that they always do it with you in a hospital bed, just in case something goes wrong and you have to go into surgery to fix it. One of them says something about the drugs making you loopy. The other concurs, referencing a guy who almost does this as a side job, but who's known for trying to tell anyone who will listen that the sun goes down, not up.

Dreamsigns:
Context - Object place:
- Pile in pantry
Object - Form:
- Pantry is the wrong size
- Blood flow monitor
Context - Situation:
- Freezing hearts
Action - Character:
- Strange sun guy


Artful birds
I'm in a wooded area. I see an ancient stone wall with artwork at the top. The artwork is made of many many square holes through the wall. It's roughly triangular in shape, though there's quite a bit of detail in the middle and around the edges. It looks like of like a face. Somehow I know it's called the "sorcerer's skull." Behind the wall, I see a medium-sized red bird and know that this type of bird is responsible for creating all the sorcerer's skulls in the stones in this area.

Dreamsigns:
Character - action:
- Birds that peck artwork into stone


Company get-together
I'm at a restaurant having some kind of company get-together involving both current and former employees. I spend a while talking with TB and DN; I also talk with JV and a couple of other people. JV asks if I'm a grand parent yet. I lay out the timeline of how long I've been in the work force, how long I was in college, and when I started college, then tell him to "Do the math" which everyone thinks is really funny.

I'm saddened to learn that OB recently died in a military training accident. I'm seeing something about the accident that killed him. A group of soldiers were being trained on forklift usage. One of them - a man who's caused injury with a forklift in the past - somehow ends up using the forklift to throw a baseball bat at OB at high speed, killing him. The instructor is under investigation, not least for allowing a man with a history of forklift recklessness to operate one again. I see a road with military buildings around it. Up ahead, there's a gap in the road.

Now I see people with motorcycles jumping the gap. Now it's some kind of game, jumping it, doing something on the other side, then jumping back, trying to be the fastest. Now I see a woman on a wooden motorcycle (it's a pale wood, nicely varnished) doing it. She jumps the gap, hits a half-pipe at the end, does a one-eighty, flips right-side-up, and lands at full speed headed back towards the gap. Unfortunately, as she hits, a tiny clasp on the front fork of the bike snaps off and the wheel falls out. There's murmuring that maybe the current record is unbeatable, but she just jams the clasp back in and tries again. I question whether that will be effective, since the clasp is broken; but I admire her tenacity.

Dreamsigns:
Context - character role:
- OB isn't dead
Context - situation:
- JV should know I'm many years from being a grandparent
- Forklift / baseball bat injury
Object - form:
- Wooden motorcycle


Urban LARPers
I'm driving in a vaguely familiar area. I think that, if I make a left off of my current four lane road, pass two short roads on my right, then turn at the first "normal" length road (roads in this area seem to be on a very precise grid; I somehow have an aerial view), I'll reach a grocery store. Now I'm on foot, walking on one of the short roads. Now I'm watching a couple of groups of people doing what looks like tactical urban LARPing. One group is trying to go through an alley. Now I'm watching a girl give a post-mortem. I gather that each person on the team has different abilities, and everyone (even enemies) are able to see how many abilities each person has equipped. As the team's mage, she had the most abilities equipped and was the most valuable member. She knew that her team would be passing through an enemy-held choke-point, so she temporarily unequipped all her spells so it wouldn't be obvious that she was the mage. Unfortunately, she miscalculated; she forgot that everyone has at least one skill, so by turning all hers off, she still stuck out and was still targeted and eliminated by the other team.


Alien resistance
I'm watching people pilot futuristic ships above a futuristic dystopia. They're going into depressions where an alien is, stunning it, then using a long "straw" to suck out some kind of golden gel. They've done this many times before, and this run is going well. Ahead of them, the city rises on the side of a mountain. A giant monstrous one can be seen about half way up, but they're staying away from it, and for some reason it's not going after them. I see a female pilot doing the last of her run when something goes wrong with the straw. Goop starts coming back out the straw. She knows that the alien will be waking up in a few moments, and that she should leave, but she's determined to get the last of it. Now her craft has been downed; worse yet, it's near the giant one. She's running around, dodging, trying to escape and do as much damage as she can. Now she's in her ship, trying to sabotage it. Now she's back outside and blows the ship with some bipedal enemies in it. Now I'm in a basement watching all this as a movie on TV, listening through my BlueTooth headset. (This is nothing like my basement; it's finished, very clean, very white, and very empty.) My chair is in one corner of the room with the high end of the stairs to my right. The TV is in the opposite corner from me. I hear footsteps on the stairs. I try to pause the movie, but the remote isn't working. My wife comes down, sees it, gives me a disapproving glance without saying anything, and talks about whatever it is she came down for.

Dreamsigns:
Action - Object:
- The TV remote doesn't work
Context - setting place:
- The basement is nothing like my real basement

Mall changes
I'm observing in a mall. There's a long gently sloping hallway that's packed with people. No openings are visible to either side. A woman is directing some kind of contest. She's very attractive, though she's very scantily dressed, and her "clothing" seems to be painted on. Wide white bands go from her groin up over her shoulders, and a turquoise band wraps around her waist and hips. Now I see a long, LONG "water slide" in the hallway. It's about six feet wide and a foot deep. A couple of men are slowly going down it, and it seems to be turning them into clones of the painted woman. Their bodies are gradually changing, and whenever they bump against the sides it's in just the right place to add more paint.

Dreamsigns:
Context - object place:
- Malls don't have water slides
Context - situation:
- Water slides don't change people


Fragments
I'm driving around a lake on roads surrounded with trees. Everything is white (snowy?).

I'm watching kids put on "fat suits." They're so large that there's an overhead pulley system to hold up the belly.

My mother is haunting me - actually those dreams were among the rare dreams I was able to sometimes remember in their entirety, before starting journalling on here.
Again - I spare you - nasty stuff anyway almost always..

Our old house again - but somebody rented the bungalow, which was next to it and also ours.
My grandmother suspected this man of having buried a dead body in the garden - but there was none in the end.
But I used to have - I think several - dreams, where there was one.
Buried by me and my grandmother - only her, only me - don´t know what that is all about.

In this dream there was also a tooth scene - which is supposedly quite common - can´t remember having had any before.
One was missing - and the two front teeth moved apart from each other - and there was a gap I hated the looks of. But there is something real-life connected - some tooth got inflammation around the roots - after a mistake of another dentist - so it needs to be repaired with a pivot tooth - that was quite recently..

Another scene, which is very vividly there is me and my boyfriend putting shale-shingles into my window from the outside to fill and "insulate" it.
That making no sense - we could have just as well closed the whole window with bricks.
But somehow, a bit of air circulation and not darkening the room completely was important for some reason.


Another dream had me at school - I had missed some lessons about something really complicated - maths in a way - or physics - lots of equations making no sense to me.
A friend of mine did help me catch up at home - and I had done a lot of work - and actually started understanding the matter.
I had written some several pages of equations and some text - and I wanted to show this to an angry teacher getting at me, for having missed the whole topic.

When I took out my notes and he went through them - he came across two or three pornographic drawing of my boyfriend.
I never tried myself at portraits - and esp. not of such ones in real life by the way..
He totally flipped out and shouted at me - thinking, I had mixed these in on purpose.
Then a pack of cigarettes fell out of my school-bag, and I had a hell of a stress, to get it back without him seeing it.
That at least worked out - but he was in a flying rage anyway.

And - curiously I have a new dream-sign - somebody singing!!
Me again with my normal voice - but I forgot what, when, why and the melody, too.

DC woman: You won't believe what pet we got our daughter?

She was going to say a goat - I just knew it, but she did not get to say it because someone else guessed "A fish?"

"No, how could it be a fish? We keep it in our front yard. Actually we did have a fish, but it was sad, it was a matter of time: when we got it, we kept it in our front yard in warm weather, and all was well, but then it got cold, and the fish died. My daughter was devastated?"

I suggested "Why not move the fish inside for the winter?"

DC woman was shocked, hadn't thought of it before. All of a sudden the fish was not dead after all, and DC woman was able to move it inside for the winter based on my recommendation.

There was no more mention of getting a goat as a pet. I assume no longer needed since fish survived.