non-lucid

Date: 6/16/2013

I was back Manila and there was a lot of things I want to do. I was in the Quiapo area. I keep forgetting to text Lico that I will be back that night. I was in our home, in the back. There was a gate or entrance in the back. I needed a battery, and Bern or Jade was cooking something to charge a battery. I went inside the kitchen and found a fire cooking in the corner, near the small window. I pointed it out and worried that it might explode. Nobody's paying attention. I went to the living room and took the baby outside. I went around the house. Also, mom and sis are supposedly going to Manila for the weekend, but I plan to stay behind in Manila. I was also thinking of going to a PATAS or LGBT event. Night. A bar area, like the one near Blue Wave near MOA. I met some people, unknown in real life. Met one cute guy I supposedly met earlier.

Feeling(s) Experienced in the Dream: anxiety, excitement

Original journal entry dated Dec. 11, 2002:

I was at school learning to cook spaghetti and I could turn into a tiny blue monkey at will. When I was in human form I wore a sock over my head so nobody could tell who I was. Nobody commented on it because they thought the sock was my real face. So then I was in tiny blue monkey form cross-country skiing on the roof of a minivan and I almost fell off into the wheel-well but my friends rescued me. Oh, yeah, and the minivan could fly. The end.

Pappa körde full med mig och min syster i bilen. Snabbt körde han och med imma på rutorna och i fel fil. Det var hemskt. Kanske var jag mer besviken på pappa än jag var livrädd för att det skulle ske en olycka.

Original journal entry dated Oct. 4th, 2002:

Had a dream about a futuristic setting, boys and girls school, somehow involving rival baseball teams and two best friends. Two guys. Well, supposedly two guys. Then one of the rival teams tries to bully one of them, he fights back, scuffle, gets in trouble, etc. For some reason the school is segregated and he does not know his friend is a girl. Finds out in the locker room by accident. Weird romance ensues.

Second dream, somehow in it got captured by a band of rogues, one of the men tried to attack me, I ran to the leader who knocked the guy around a little and made it clear to leave me alone. Which would've been comforting except for the whole belonging-to-him thing, if you know what I mean. Not so bad, he was handsome, long blonde hair, nice bod, nice face, etc. Generally a weird dream.

Original journal entry dated Oct. 15, 2002:

Dreamt that I was lying on a bed, in a bedroom. Full or queen-sized bed, with a comforter with a flower pattern. As it was dark in the room, I could not see the color of the comforter clearly, I believe perhaps it was mostly a brown or tan with hints of purple or green.

It was dark, and the air smelled as if there had just been a storm, or perhaps there was about to be one. I could hear the sound of branches rustling and bamboo clacking just outside the window, possibly in the back-yard. I could see the shadows of tree leaves playing on the ceiling. I was comfortable and happy.

In the dream, I dozed off. When I woke again, it was morning, the room was full of golden-ish light. The carpet was a gold color. I heard someone in the kitchen, presumeably cooking.

I've just arrived on the edge of a cliff, out of sight, and now I'm following a path through the trees into town. I'm shocked by the state of the place. Although visually, I-the-dreamer didn't actually see anything that looked unusual - it was night, the streets were empty, there wasn't much to see but it seemed like an ordinary small town - I had the impression that I-the-character was looking at foulness or decay, something along those lines. I hear a conversation like a voiceover, it's not part of this scene - I have the impression it's something said later, as if what I'm seeing is a flashback related to that conversation. In the conversation, I'm saying, "I saw-" and someone else cuts me off, saying "No. You didn't 'see.' You corrupted." They sound angry. That is to say, whatever's wrong with this town is due to my presence, or at least the person speaking believed so. Visually, I'm still walking through that town, and a woman appears in the street, shining or glowing, wearing white robes, and after a moment I recognize Erana. I'm very relieved and run to her; she's not looking at me, she's looking around at the town, looking like she's mourning.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

That same town, relatively early in the evening, when there are still people in the streets. I'm walking together with a married couple. I'm looking at two shops next to each other, and I'm remembering when the man I'm walking with praised this town to me, telling me I should come and visit him and his wife here, talking about the brightly colored buildings and the many-colored tiles on the roofs. I'm looking at the faded paint on these buildings and trying to convince myself that maybe it looks better in sunlight, but I don't think so. I mention this to him, and he brushes it off, vaguely implying that I'm misremembering what he'd said, or that he'd exaggerated, and that it's not important. I start to press the subject, asking his wife about the state of the town.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm walking on a dirt road just before dawn, sky's bright. The ground to my right drops off sharply into a valley which at the moment is filled with rising mist, and I'm stopping to enjoy the sight. It's very beautiful.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

A mother and daughter in their library, the mother is standing over a book lying open on a stand, and the daughter is behind the stand, trying to get a look at the book. She holds up a candle to try to read, but her mother tells her you can't read it like this. The mother puts out her candle, and all the other lights, and when it's pitch black the book starts glowing. As a 3rd person observer, I'm thinking something about how this makes perfect sense for a book about darkness. The mother is focusing on the book and saying "I shan't flee from you around here, mortal." The light from the book flares up so brightly I can't see anything else.

non lucid
*When visiting with karmapa this felt very real not like a dream. He told me that I could be doing much better with my practice. In his company started to laugh because from what he showed me everything is beyond conception. In the dream this caused me to laugh.

Morning of November 23, 2013. Saturday.

Dream #: 17,141-02. Reading time: 2 min 42 sec.



I am in the Stadcor Street house, though unaware it is a place where we had lived. The house has boxes and furniture in all the rooms, but there is water everywhere that covers much of it. It seems as if there a river within the house. I try to get through one area from the lounge room to the kitchen and sometimes go lower or under the shoulder-high water to pull myself back up while using boxes or furniture to stabilize my position. An old unknown male on a raft drifts by, seemingly annoyed by my presence.

Later, I am outside with Zsuzsanna near a big (fictitious) garage. The area is inhabited by people who are like composites of pilgrims and hillbillies with a colonial mentality. They are xenophobes. A man who reminds me of VonHelton, a conspiracy theorist on YouTube, is present. I was supposed to give him something from the house, but I had forgotten what it was.

“What does an injun and a gypsy hope to find here?” he loudly inquires, waving his arms around. He has a long white scraggly beard and reminds me of the personas from “Bugs Bunny: Hillbilly Hare.” There is a big table where there are old one-of-a-kind books. One of the people near the table seems friendly. Another man looks at me and tells me to be careful with the “one-of-a-kind” books, and I stare him down while telling him that I am “one-of-a-kind.” However, it also seems that similar “one-of-a-kind” books are underwater back in the house.

Time passes, and I seem to be Zsuzsanna, but my voice seems to be mine. No one notices. I am looking through books on family names. There is an ancestor on Zsuzsanna’s mother’s side named either Mark Davids or David Marks, but it seems unlikely in my dream (in real life, it is “Marks,” anglicized from the original name). The book I am looking through as Zsuzsanna while speaking to other people at the table has the names in proximity. One features in a comic-strip-like section (though with real photographs) as a Czechoslovakian pirate chasing another man who ends up neck-high in a river near mossy rocks. (There is a “Czech Pirate Party” - “Pirate Parties were established in many European countries as a protest against the restriction of the civil rights by lobby groups.” There may be influence from the news “Hundreds of rampaging neo-Nazis attempt pogrom against Romani people in Ostrava.”)

I continue to read (as Zsuzsanna) information on her father’s people and the genocide that is still an issue. (In real life, he had escaped to Australia). There is a connection to the word “pogrom” and the name “Ostrava” and other terms, some fictitious, the main word being “Sym,” which supposedly means a pogrom against the “gypsies” (Romani). It could be a play on “Sim.” It seems to be “Sxm” at times. (There was a “precognitive” thread here, though likely telepathic for lack of a better word. Toby had posted “Sxm” on Facebook right after I started writing this entry - his own new shortened form of the name of a radio station he had never posted about before.)

I become aware my youngest son is here. I open a book and in the back, between the back cover and the last page, is a big praying mantis preserved much like a leaf, its wings (somewhat semi-circular) spread out. It is nearly the size of the page. It floats in the air for a short time before drifting back down onto the page, as if from a subtle life-force, perhaps from suspended animation. It is the most vivid part of my dream. My son watches with mild interest but does not speak. I am thinking, as Zsuzsanna, that I should “find my husband.”

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I have added another “precognitive” facet even though the matching dream content of another poster had an older date. It was posted right after mine (so I am adding the “dream journal synchronicity” tag). Ashzepplin’s online dream journal (dream id 189743) no longer exists.

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I was with S at wal-mart. We were looking to buy snacks because my dad was making us learn what it was like to live in the real world and be adults. He said we had to survive on our own. I was telling S that we only had a limited amount of money and should spend it wisely.

I was watering the plant in my room. After I poured two big pitchers of water (it's a big plant) into the soil, i noticed that the soil was still dry as a bone. I got really frustrated and started watering the plant excessively until the pot was flooded with water.

Edit: Trapped in middle school.

I think I had this dream once, a long time ago. (When I was actually in middle school) The premise was simple. I had stayed after at my middle school for some reason, but then at a certain time the doors automatically locked and I was trapped inside the school building, and was tasked with finding a way out.
Eventually, I ended up going through a ventilation duct onto the roof. From there, I jumped off the roof and managed to get home.

Dream recall from today's WBTB/naps.

Dream 1(fragment):

I was playing some game.

Dream 2(fragment):

I was playing some different game and there was something about naming.

Dream 1(fragments):

I was in some organization and we were on a secret base, enemy group was noticed nearby and we went on a mission to deal with them. We chased them and they went away then we returned to base only to find out that enemy infiltrated the base while we were away. Enemy leader was here and he said something about plans then disappeared we chased the rest of enemies as they tried to hack something.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was in some kind of eastern restaurant place and i was powerful, i talk to some people and then suddenly random person tries to attack me but i easily knock him back into the corner. He starts telling some story about his search.

Dream 3(fragments):

I was in an outdoor area with some buildings. There were birds around, and after a while some bird-like pokemon started appearing and attacking everyone and i had to dodge a few ice wave kind of attacks.

Dream 4(fragments):

I was playing some game with very cartoonish graphics. Main character was a demolitionist dude and the mission was to blow enemy bases up, which i did.

Dream 5(fragments):

I was guest in some house and there was a family of people, they had some problems and were hiding here. Then some people in black started coming and family blocked the doors using minecraft wood blocks. But people in black found other way and everyone started fighting.

Dream 6(fragments):

I was at home and there was something about connection to some sites, which had info that was apparently forbidden for people to see, something about some experiments.

Dream 7(fragments):

I was on some minecraft server and there were some wolves angry for no reason and attacking, then i've found pile of dead minecraft people and someone said in chat that server is modded so corpses don't disappear and then some creative mode player appeared and started cheating stuff in.

I was driving home from school and there were two girls in the back seat. I didn't know how they got there but still continued driving anyway. I think they started kissing and laying on the floor. The roads looked different, and I was coming from the opposite direction that I usually do. But then it started to look familiar. At that point the girls got out of the car and I drove away.

So in my dream I was stuck in a hotel. Some natural disaster happens which threatens the human life all over the world. Initially it began with fire balls falling from sky. Everybody started to panic and running in the hotel, but there was no where to go because the whole world was on fire. I try to run to basement. Suddenly a deadly gas erupted heading towards our hotel. I saw some people came with safety mask. I tried finding one for me but I couldn't. So, when I was running to basement I found an oxygen breathing system with cylinder across the stairs. So I decided to stay with that system, I thought that will be the best for me. Although I was worried about my family coz they might not have the same privileged as I do. Then I woke up.

Last night I ate Italian Food: Noodles and garlic bread, before watched Hunger Games. Had Headache till now.

I can blame watching the movie and the headache might be the reason for the dream, but I had many similar dreams with natural disaster that I want to share in other posts and I want to find if somebody else have similar dream. If somebody else have similar dream please contact me.

11.22.13

This dream happened during sleeping in.

I'm in a house, from which I'm trying to leave. But I don't wan't the people in there to know, that I'm trying to leave. I'm affraid they would not let me, and they may even hurt me.

Suddenly the house is huuuuge, and the insides are like an ice cave. There are glaciers, deep cravasses, ice fields, ice bridges, multiple levels. There are some kids with me and I'm leading them out to safety. The cavern is very spacious and we can even see the blue skies. We are walking through some field, trying ot get ot higher level. When we get there, I realize I lost a shoe on the lover level. I try to figure out how to get there, so I hang by my hands down from the ledge and I want to just drop down, but below me is a deep cravasse. I think about just jumping down and I think I will not get hurt.

Sudenly I realize we are all wearing animal costumes. I tell them to take them off. It will be easier to escape that way. We come to the perimeter and I see a door on the wall, that is obstructed from view by another wall. Person I send there to look if it leads outside says "no, it leads to something..." And I say "yeah, I remember that, that's the exit". So we all go there and we are out.

Then there is a scene about somebody coming home, and us leaving.

This was a dream, in which I felt like I'm going through some tasks, that are masked as something else. I hade one of these before, going through an amuzement park, dodging obstacles, going through darkened rooms, fighting attractions...

Date: 11-23-13
Techniqu(s) Used: N/A
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The dream started out with me running through tight corridors in a city. Enforcers were after me, for I was a part of a renegade group within the city. The exact reason I was being chased was unknown.

I ran across stone-paved roads, up walls, and across rooftops, all to get away from the officers.

I eventually made my way to a beach that had a train station on it. The rest of my group was waiting there, so I figured it was a rendevouz point. We were to board the train, and escape the confines of this city.

We heard the engine roar, as it was approaching our stop. However, the train suddenly jerked, and went off the rails. Bodies spewed out of the cabins, as if to be blood for the train. My group managed to evade the crash.

Out from the train steps a shady figure - my mind instantly knew it was an assassin. He had a large trenchcoat on, all black attire, which made it hard to see his face.

I made a snap decision, and picked up a toy-sized katana (About the size of an action-figure's accessory). I lunge at him, and stab him a multitude of times in the front and back. Sastisfied, I drop the weapon, and turn back to my group.

That was my fatal mistake.

The assassin was on top of me in an instant, and penetrated my side with the same weapon. I fell over, my side numb.

All of a sudden, a flock of creatures called Death Vultures descended on the remains of those that had passed on. The birds were completely black, featherless, and had white skulls as heads.

The assassin was trying to say something, but I hush him abruptly; if they saw someone alive, they'd tear us to shreads. We stay still as one lands on a fallen segment of a train to inspect the spoils.

It soon took flight, and dived at me. It picked me up in its powerful talons, and carried me off into my next dream.
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The scenario changes to me with a group of people that were gaming. The game resembled a mixture of Mario and Megaman, with different characters.

The 'head' of the group was having trouble collecting 200 coins for a achievement, since we'd already beat the game. I swipe the controller away from him, and complete the mission. I hand it back to him, and we move on to the next achievement.

For this next one, we had to eat a difficult boss, a demonic doctor, with a certain character, whose main attacks were up close punches. We all had a hard time beating him.

Eventually, our lives depleted, and it switched to a cutscene. It looked as if it was rendered for PS1.

It started out with a zoom in on some doors, guesome sounds emitting from them. I covered my eyes, mortified to know what was going on in there. The camera goes inside the room, and it starts to get a view of our characters. I uncovered them for a second, and when I saw the main character tied to a table, I recovered my eyes with my hands, which caused me to transition into a new scenario.
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I uncover my eyes, and end up back in my room. I was sitting in my chair, which had wheels.

Someone began to push me around. Assuming it was someone from the group, I ask, "How long have you been in the group?" I recieved no responce.

The movement stopped shortly after I'd asked, and I noticed somehting strange: My booksheld was messy, books all around it. I begna to clean it up, when I saw somehting else that was not right: There was a bunch of pink, paperback Stephen King books. I didn't remember having these.

I opened one up, and was surprised to see that it was a guide to an RPG game. Something wasn't right.

I began to clean up the rest of the books, and realized tha thte pink books were a part of a series. Some other books I didn't recognize.

I soon woke up in the midst of cleaning.

Original journal entry dated July 20, 2002:

I had a nightmare that I was in the hospital because I was going to have a baby, only it was actually twins. (this may be because back in reality, I had a stomach ache). Anyway it pretty much resulted in the doctors have to make a few strategic incisions, which I was not happy about. On the other hand one of the little boys was adorable. Or would have been, had he not born an incredible resemblance to a prune.
So I had to go to the bathroom really bad, but the bathrooms in this hospital were absolutely DISGUSTING. They were old and even sort of old-fashioned, and very rusty and cracked, and disgustingly unclean. Most of them didn't even work. And none of the working ones were free, either. And the place really stunk. So I had to wait for someone to get done so I could go, but even then I didn't want to touch the toilet seat because I was afraid I'd get an infection because those incisions were still healing. And there wasn't enough space in the bathroom stall, either.

Anyway, then my dream cut to an alternate reality where I was blessedly not having a kid and instead my dog had puppies. So everybody was eating in the hospital cafeteria even though I don't know why we took a dog to a human hospital and then I needed to find a way home. I knew I could take this one public transport, if I wanted to. But before I did that I had to do work, and for some reason we ("we" meaning my fellow patients and I) were treated like criminals and forced to do heavy cleaning duties and stuff. So then I found a combination grandfather's clock/guillotine, and it had a secret panel in it which led to a very old wrought-iron elevator, but the elevator didn't work so I couldn't escape. Then I had to go back to the person in charge and get on the transport. Then the woman driving the transport wouldn't let me on without payment, so I gave her some chicken soup.

And then there was this riverboat cruise thing, and alligators and stuff. And the guide kept yelling at me to get out of the water but I couldn't because there wasn't enough room in the boat, since he had taken too many people with him. And the water was very murky and dirty. For some reason we were in the Rock River, which runs through Rockford, IL, but it's only fitting that I'd have a nightmare about Rockford.

So then my dream changed and I was playing Virtual Reality duckhunt with some guy, only we had lifepoints too, and we wound up having a shootout because I was cheating.