Non-Lucid Dreams
Dreams from 14th, 17th and 18th. Mostly just copied directly from any morning notes I made for each day. Some notes in-line with the entries. 14th: Dream Fragment: First dream? Some Egyptian place, a big outdoor temple. I remember detailed stone and all the shapes I normally associate with ancient Egyptian architecture. I remember night time but also day time. It was a fairly long dream. It was a game like world or something. I was Link from Legend of Zelda? I remember fighting winged obsidian statues (likely "borrowed" from WoW). I remember the feel of a controller in my hands though. Maybe a Gamecube or Nintendo 64 controller, but could have just been a Wii one, since the joysticks have remained fairly similar over the years. Dream Fragment: A dream I'd travelled to my native country but with my high school class, and some other classmates from childhood. I remember we were in a coastal area visiting something. I forget all the details. This black I knew, Milt, was messing around some exhibit area? And then we were burying smoe ancient and withered corpse that had not received any funereal service. We then surrounded him with rocks and then placed larger boulders on top of him. The corpse was on a small dirt incline, about 20 or 30 degrees steep. Then I remember a room, indoors but nearby. It was dark inside, but I can't remember what happened there. Dream Fragment: Last dream that I woke up with, a WoW dream. Was playing rogue as usual and I was together with a raid group in Orgrimmar. We were in a different version of Thrall's throne room, it was more like a mix of Stormwind in a way because there was a lot of white stone and it was well lit. We were all bunched up in a corner, waiting for Horde players to come. I remember we didn't want to attack Thrall until we'd dealt with most of the nuisance players that would appear. We had already attacked Thrall before? I remember feeling surprise at the fact that none of the Alliance players from the raid group were messing around. 17th: Scraps: Something about trains? Vaguely recall the dream took place outside and that it was day. 18th: Dream: The dream was a bit of a mix of Freelancer and other space games I've played over the years. I was avoiding some large blocky asteroids while flying a ship, and when I got clear of the asteroids I noticed a planet in the distance. I kept my course which was already on approach to it and noticed a gas cloud/small nebula formation appear. It was a green-ish dark mustard colour and mostly surrounded the planet. Like a smog coming off the planet. I remember the descent down into the atmosphere in some detail. There was some virtual interface element somewhere that, combined with the structures I saw, made me understand that the planet was mostly covered by factories and dense cities comprised mostly of narrow but tall skyscrapers. It looked like most of the surface area was being maximised for industrial output space, not for living. I landed somewhere and went to a bar of sorts, typical of Freelancer-like gameplay. People didn't look well off. There was a stereotypical North American "Trucker" feel to the place and there was an overall air that this entire place existed in a state of bare subsistence. I remember talking to some of these people but I don't remember exactly about what. It was night time both through the descent and while I was at the bar place. Dream Fragment: Some underground place, very well lit. There was a feel to the dream like some of the more dark and serious anime type stuff, such as full film-type productions. There were policemen with gas masks and they threw some sort of stunning gas grenades. I try to escape with two other people. We were doing a heist or something? The police looked like the Secreta from E.Y.E. but with typical blue and white colours instead of gold and black. Some transition or outside? A rail track of some sort. The dream was quite long but I was a bit too tired and I've forgotten most details. I remember two groups of people, and Auron from FFX. There was some cart carriage thing that went on the rail track...
Morning of March 17, 2020. Tuesday. Dream #: 19,447-02. Reading time (optimized): 3 min. Dream sequence 1 is predictable sleep-wake mediation of emerging liminality stemming from my instinctual recognition that dream state physicality is not real. An imaginary fence defines my skewed perception of potential liminality as a virtual barrier between sleep and consciousness. In this instance of the usual process, my dream incorrectly establishes that it is Halloween (an incidental association with the false identity of the dream state). Another error (to stop waking-life agreement) is that the fence on the west side of our house is not a solid wall. The events occur late at night. At this point, precursory liminality allows for my recall of Zsuzsanna (though the recall we have children initiates later in my dream). Additionally, as a result of the dynamics of this process, I have a viable recall of where I live in waking life (rather than the usual false setting). I am setting up a scarecrow, using some of my clothes, as a Halloween decoration. It is on the inside of our fence near the northwest corner. It is my instinctual analogy of validating my dream state physicality as false but still as a precursor to potential physical discernment. (A scarecrow has occurred as this signification in previous dreams, though statues and dolls are more common.) Dream sequence 2 is further activation of the foundational process as previously described and explained. It stems from physicality becoming a more emergent factor but also inclusive of disguised recall that I have a young daughter. As a result, an unfamiliar black girl (of about seven years of age) stands to the left of the outside of our front gate (from our porch’s viewpoint) where the mailbox is in reality (though it is not present in my dream). (Being near the mailbox location, despite its erroneous absence, is a factor of sleep-wake communication or, assuming enigmatic space is overlapping into my dream space, transpersonal communication, probably from our daughter.) She aggressively shakes the vertical bars of the fence, making an incredible racket. I tell her to stop, but she continues. “I’m going to get my gun,” I say through our open front door, though I am not serious. I want the unknown child to go away even though her presence is the result of deliberate summoning to vivify my dream, which it does, exponentially. (A gun is typically the result of the fictitious dream self attempting to maintain an illusion in contrast to the reticular activating system initiating, which is otherwise the natural progression of sleep-wake transitioning.) The child does not leave. I turn left to ask Zsuzsanna where the gun is. (Zsuzsanna sleeps on my left.) I have the false recall that I own a gun and that it might be on the DVD player (association with imagination, correlating with watching movies). The girl eventually leaves but comes back with her father. Dream sequence 3 establishes that emerging liminality changes the direction of my dream. The girl and her father are in our lounge room. At first, I see it as an intrusion. My dreaming status resets and loops with different events five times. In the third loop, there are about five members of the girl’s family entering our home, including her mother and an older sister. I am puzzled and ask them how they are doing this. One of them points at the outside of our front door, and I see that there is a silver key in the door’s barrel lock. Still, at this point, my dream has reset again, and the family is only now arriving on our porch. Suddenly, I recall that I have a young daughter (which eventually unlocks recall I have additional children). I think she might like to meet the unknown girl. I no longer see the people as intruders even though I did not ask them in. I look around, but I cannot find her. I ask family members where she is. Dream sequence 4 is the fourth form of liminality mediation when the unnamed man sits down on our couch to watch television. I notice that, as he is sitting down, a much older man than him on the television screen is sitting down, mirroring his actions, though he has a white beard while the man in our lounge room has no beard. I find this amusing, but I do not comment on it. The man on television, with his short white beard, correlates with my waking-life identity, triggering my waking. Overall, this is the same preconscious template as in thousands of previous dreams.
Chaos. Memorable moments. Lots of false awakenings, 3 LDs. No techniques used, just enough sleep after a short night before. In the fourth sleep cycle (probably) I had a long dream of some action movie stuff. It wasn't lucid but there was an ever increasing underlying knowledge of being in a dream. When I was driving in a car in an obviously unrealistic setting (jumping across a large gap) it suddenly clicked and I felt lucidity setting in. I remembered to try rubbing my hands together to stabilize the dream and did so. Everything I was looking at got crystal clear and I got even more conscious, too. Maybe I was too aware because the dream ended shortly after. It was so short I'll not even count this as full lucid dream. In the next sleep cycle I had another long non-lucid dream where I was at my old school. After some time I realized that it wasn't normal for cars driving around the school office and down the stairs (btw, what's going on with cars this night?!). I wasn't fully lucid up to now but as I went down the corridor my awareness increased. I went towards my former classroom and greeted some classmates on the way. All of them were very friendly which is rather rare amongst my DCs (when I'm lucid). In the classroom there were lots of people, a wild mix from different times of school, university and work. Most of them were no close friends or I didn't remember their names at all, so I looked out for more familiar faces. Turning around I found an old friend I've lost contact to since then. I went towards her and hugged her; she wouldn't let go for quite some time. Then, I remembered that I planned to have some deeper conversations with DCs and - in this setting - I thought it would be a good idea to have a philosophy lesson next. The dream obeyed: one of my former philosophy teachers walked through the door (not the one I had expected but still). Sadly I never got to discuss anything there as I woke up. I'm not sure how much time passed but eventually I found myself back in bed apparently awake but suspecting a false awakening. I did the nose pinch RC repeatedly but the results weren't clear, breathing was quite difficult. Then I noticed my mother standing in the room talking to me which was rather unlikely but no clear indication either. I needed to prove my dream state somehow and swung my arms forwards - they went right through her body. Now I could be sure and she disappeared. I was walking towards my computer when everything changed all of a sudden. It's somewhat hard to describe but it felt as if I went through different dream settings one after the other at light speed. I couldn't notice any details as it changed too fast; they were just like three dimensional pictures raining on me or maybe I was travelling through these 'rooms'. Perhaps this is similar to what people experience when they talk about seeing their life flash before their eyes, I can't tell. Anyway, I knew this would be a chance to dive deeper into my subconscious. After some moments my travel came to an end and I found myself standing on a deserted street. A female soldier was walking towards me in a resolute manner, holding something in her hand. I somehow knew what had to be done to go deeper: I had to die. She got closer and I tried to remain as calm as possible as she stabbed me with the dagger in her hand. There was no pain, I simply sank to the ground. Suddenly I was back at my computer and it felt as if I was only playing a video game. But here I too got down onto the floor and died. Then, I was back in bed. I RCed again, this time clearly indicating the false awakening, though moving my arm felt far too real. I was in a weird state of consciousness and so it was easy to let go and continue on my previous path. The surroundings changed and I was standing on top of a skyscraper. Once again I knew what to do: this time I had to jump down. But I never got to do it as something else got in the way. With every step I took towards the abyss I felt more and more (sexually?) aroused. This has never happened before in a LD. It was an utterly primal feeling and in the end it got almost too intense. I woke up with my whole body tingling.
Jamie dreams First thing is a dream about making out with jamie. Second is just us walking somewhere in a house or something and she's walking beside me and she seems happy. I miss the longer more detailed dreams about Jamie. Living room. i was in a living room with lots of people. We were watching tv or playing video games or something. A blond girl that seems familiar (maybe a co worker?!?!?) starts trying to kiss me and complains i've never made any moves on her. I say, "I'm just to shy unless a girl really lets me know." or something and we start kissing. I suddenly can't breathe while kissing her and i panic myself awake. weird Okay before this dream I was watching star trek Picard. I was dreaming a dream from soji's ( a character in the show) perspective. She was in a house or something and kept seeing oeople that looked like her out the window. The most startling was when she looked in a mirror and someone who sort of looked like her was in the mirror. Crazy A dream about the blond girl again... this time it was clearly my coworker. She seemed overly flirty or something and offered me a ride home from work, the only condition being was that she was going to spend hours visiting random guys. I said, no that's okay i have to be home sooner and I'll just take the bus, because I have to take care of my dog. to that she seemed overly offended, was really mad at me and stormed off. She was taunting me throughout the dream. i was later on a mountain ina village or people on the side of the mountain. A bunch of people were possessed and acting evil, including the girl. we then somehow put them all on a truck and drove the truck off the cliff to kill them and the evil. I was still paranoid the evil was still lingering. Then the sane people lost their minds and started acting like zombies. then I woke up.
Unintentional WBTB of 2 hours after ~5 hours of sleep. Already expected this leading to a LD, didn't take long... At first I had an annoying non-lucid dream in which I got more and more conscious over time. In the end I went kinda lucid while having breakfast with some family members in a gym, but I kept slipping in and out of the dream. As I was rather stressed out due to previous events I wanted to calm down and so I imagined the tea I was just drinking to have relaxing psychoactive properties. The effect hit me immediately and was way stronger than I had expected; I felt a huge shift in my awareness. I wonder what kind of chemicals my brain did release here. Next, I was back in my bed and for some moments I can't say for sure what was real and what was not. When I felt our cat licking my left arm I realized I must already be dreaming because she couldn't be around. I got up and looked around, it was pitch dark so I decided to go outside. I wanted to leave trough the window/wall but - once again - things seemed solid, it even hurt a bit running against the wall... To convince myself of being in a dream (which I doubted after that) and to increase lucidity I RCed in the most mindful manner. It worked and I could successful jump out of the window. On the other side I somehow kept floating a metre above the ground. I just stayed up in the air and carefully flew around the garden outside. Looking down I realized how absurdly real my surroundings seemed once again, except that they were more colorful than in reality. I flew through some branches of a large tree and dove down onto the ground to pick some flowers. Then, I pondered what to do next - and felt the dream fading.
These events are in no particular sequence I was at the climbing gym with my friends Evan and Matthew and I went up this blue route that didn't have a clear ending. I realized I had to reach over far to the right to get the last move. I grabbed the little piece of plastic that was the last hold and it broke off in my hand. I then realized the correct finishing move was just on the left side much closer. I showed my friends the broken piece. There was a trampolining area with lots of people watching. When it was my turn I tried to do a flip but my skills had significantly worsened, it felt like my balance was all fucked up. Almost like I had a 3-5 drinks I remember telling some staff that the gym was better off before renovations. Now there was so much non-climbing athletic stuff, it was an all-in-one gym basically when what I wanted was a climbing gym
Dream fragment from the 13th. Fragment: I was in some altered version of my old home, in particular it seemed to be centred around my first bedroom in the house but the layout of everything was completely different, and the halls and ceilings were much bigger. Perhaps a reflection of the different perspective from when I was very young (4-6?), but in the dream I was just the age I am now. I think I remember daylight coming from outside. In many senses the physical context of the dream was very reminiscent of my earliest conscious memory of waking life. There were a lot of family characters present, mostly aunts from dad's side and my direct family in itself. I don't remember many of the details anymore but one of the main dream plots was that there was this mouse which was no bigger than my closed fist, minus the tail. For whatever reason, I wanted to build it a nest near the top of one of the walls in "my room". I remember getting some wicker type material to make the nest with, or maybe like hay. But it had a paper-like texture, at any rate. I wanted the nest to be atop a pipe or pole that would be attached to the wall (visually reminded me of a wastepipe) so that the mouse could run up and down to and from the nest. The mouse had typical light brown fur.
Morning of March 13, 2020. Friday. Dream #: 19,443-02. Reading time (optimized): 2 min. In this dream, American actor Vic Tayback (as Mel from the television sitcom “Alice,” which I have not seen in over 20 years) randomly serves as the typical sleep-wake mediator (personified preconscious) without much focus on his identity. Instinctual awareness (and control) of the nature of dreaming processes for the usual transitions is viably willful, though there is no lucidity. My dream was influenced by “The Truth About Spring” (1965) though only in the association with sailing and nothing else. (Zsuzsanna and I watched this movie before bedtime.) Despite this influence, my waking-life identity is absent, and the setting is a variation of the King Street area in Wisconsin though incorrectly integrated with docks near the ocean so that the streets are instead water channels. Vic is the captain of a sailboat. Several unfamiliar people are present to where there is not much room to stand. The boat’s mooring is at the foot of the stairs. It is a wooden staircase (fictitious feature) of about six steps outside in front of the King Street mansion. I carry a small cylindrical container with one of Vic’s front teeth in it (the reason unknown). There is a cabin, but it seems too small for anyone to use. I throw two pillows onto the deck (instinctual awareness I am sleeping), but I go into the house, as I believe the boat’s large square sail is in my room upstairs, in this case, the middle room of the east side of the house. Although my act of walking upstairs does not seem to occur (as it is more like teleportation in this instance), the timing still initiates vivid imaginary proprioception. The sail is in an irregular heap on the floor of my room. I carefully fold it in half as a strong wind moves it about with vivid somatosensory dynamics. My activity seems to last for several minutes and is the most vivid part (as imaginary proprioception usually is). I enjoy the challenge, and after I fold it in half, I fold it again to where the bundle is now only about four feet in length. With minor cognitive arousal, I also have a few paperback books to take to the boat. When I step near the wooden staircase outside, a surreal distortion occurs. The water level near the middle of the steps is somehow about two feet above where the water’s surface near the sailboat is. The impossible dynamics confuse me for a short time. I anticipate the sailboat will move away, and it does. However, after turning at the intersection and moving adjacent to a small maze of piers, it returns (as a result of my instinctual summoning) to where it was, and I step aboard. I wake before anything else occurs. The most interesting factor is my carrying the imaginary “voice” (tooth in the cylindrical container) of the sleep-wake mediator, who is mostly not active in this dream, dominant or otherwise, giving me greater instinctual control of most of the dreaming processes.
Had a lot of dreams this past night and while recall in itself was decent on waking, didn't make note of anything at the time because I felt too tired. On a slightly different note, lately I have been continuing to try and incubate the dream about painting; but again not really had any luck with actually dreaming it yet. Last night I did try to add the visualisation of a guide-type character, such as the black lizard dream character or the researcher from a short story I wrote a little while back. I tried to visually include other characters first, such as people from waking life that might be related to painting in some way, but I ended up feeling like I wouldn't connect with them in a dream sense or that some of them would be uninteresting/cliche, which is why I ended up picking these characters from within myself. Scraps: A lot of the dreams I had were about travelling, especially by plane. There was a relatively long dream sequence that had something to do with my old high school class and going on a school trip of some kind, but also something about me being famous in some sense? In some form my high school class is related to painting, but the associative link is so deep that it goes beyond being related to just that. A lot of these dreams seemed to be more about the social aspect of life, and also about adventure in some sense.
1. I am wandering around a dark, indoor mall. I feel very confident as I walk around. I enter a men's restroom and pass a long line of urinals against the wall. It occurs to me I've entered into a military-style latrine. A line of naked men stand against a far wall waiting to use the urinals. Everyone is naked, and I notice I am naked too. All the men are black, and when I pull my out my dick and start pissing I notice I am black too. I piss in my urinal and I piss in my neighbor's urinal as well. My dick is huge and the urine flow coming from it is very strong and forceful, like a pressurized fire hose. I step back and spray the urinals from a distance. I have vitiligo on my big black dick, the same as the guy across from me. He is very muscular and also has vitiligo on his hands and knees. 2. I am in a swamp with a buddy of mine. It soon becomes clear we have trespassed onto a protected government wetland preserve. We continue to trudge through the swamp together. I see a crocodile up ahead; green, slender with lots of long teeth. It heads toward us -- we scamper away and try to get to dry land, running very fast. I have a jacket and a shirt, shotgun and pistol. There is a sign on the barbed-wire fence that says we are in a "nuclear holding ground for trespassers". I frantically toss my jacket up over the razor wire to get away. Recall fades. Dreamt 3/25/17
Dreams from March 10th and 11th (today). 10th: Dream Sequence: The last dream sequence started out with me playing a female gnome on WoW. Though I had rogue abilities my character's portrait indicated "level 49 warlock" when moused over. The character had a pointy dark purple hat and matching dress. I used my stealth ability because I was in some distorted version of Tirisfal, mixed with Ashenvale, making me feel an imminent danger of being attacked by other players. I could see trolls riding around on raptors, a few level 60s but otherwise mostly around my own level. I was afraid that this approaching 60 hunter might spot me or become aware of me long enough to then start attacking but somehow, despite the level discrepancy, that didn't happen and I was able to get past him, down a natural slope with a path; as I did this the hunter was entering a dungeon with an entrance like Stratholme's service gate (the back entrance). Then I saw other horde members, mostly between levels 17 and 29. There was a river (more like Ashenvale this part), and this low level female orc warlock was swimming in the river, doing some quests by the looks of it. I realised I had a quest here too, to grab some dried up flowers floating in the water. I forget the item names now. Five items of one type, one of another, and some extra item that I already had on me anyway according to the quest log. While writing the initial note for this, my mind sort of suggested that the elf music from Ashenvale was playing, but I don't really remember that in the dream in itself. Probably the effect of a strong associative relationship between the dream's construct and the real memory archetype. I got out of the water on the other bankside after collecting these items and I made the quest show me where to go. It started to display dashed paths on the parchment style user-interface map that the game has. The paths it displayed were leading me through another quest first; there was this big, half hewn tree stump, here on this side of the river and inside it there were three sections where I had to speak to some kind of spirits? Doing this would activate something, and then when I was on the way to speak to the third one, I passed by an open area with bright light on it, not inside the tree stump area, but I had to go this way to go around to the third spirit. In this brightly lit and grassy area, was a massive wooden frame, around a screen of sorts. An image appeared, symbols showing in sequence, once. First, a slightly rounded triangle, then a super simplified four-legged animal? And then, two other more complex symbols I can't describe or remember accurately. After the symbols, a blonde girl, aged no more than ten or so I'd say, appeared on the screen. She was smiling and spoke to me directly, thanking me for finding her. She asked me a question, about myself, but I don't remember what it was. I do remember an interface popped up with some choices, three primary choices and an extra choice; - "A sailorial heart." - (I can't remember the second option.) - "(Full control.)" :: This was the 'extra' option. - "Full naval!" For whatever reason, I felt that none were true to me at that time, except "full control", but I wasn't sure what it meant either. Then, I could see my character from the girl's perspective; the character was giving the answer, but wasn't a female gnome anymore, but some sort of mix between Wolverine and something more feral. I woke up soon after this. 11th: Dream Fragment: Diablo II. Playing a sorceress, or druid? Playing with H? Remember using the glacial spike spell. Dream Fragment (part of a sequence continued in the next fragment): Someone being racist about some fictional game races. Me and some girl investigate rumours and who it could be. We were part of some class on a tour or whatever. Susie from Miss Maizel was our teacher apparently. The girl with me accused Susie of being the racist. I defended her, saying Susie just thinks everyone is equally an ass. In the dream, I remember a dream memory about her giving food and being charitable, and I retell this to the girl. Something happens, not sure what. Near the end of my dream, I am aware that I had been wearing shorts; now I was changing into my camo shorts but they have a rip or hole on the front of the right leg, which I didn't realise until putting them on. But I want to change back to the previous ones and then I can't or something. Dream Fragment (somehow related to previous): Getting on some kind of cruise boat with H. We were the last two to get on board, even though many more people were still waiting and queued. H carried on through some corridor. Everything was nicely carpeted and felt cozy I suppose. But then before I followed through, this girl appeared from the same corridor and she was saying she wanted to give up her place on the cruise to someone else, but a crew member (like a flight attendant but not?) stopped her. Apparently the girl was a windows svchost.exe process. I seemed to have some sort of meta-physical view of the dream reality but remember too little. Then I remember being in our private quarters with H, unpacking or settling in. In the quarters there was some weird dedicated 8 volt and 19 volt power supply, apparently meant for modern turntables and cassette decks. We thought it was odd, and wasteful. Dream: With H in a city of some sort. Underground? Looks dirty and rusty. Waiting for this team of people to fit some modular concrete block things, with huge power cables coming out the back. Really heavy-duty looking stuff. Someone shows up? Or there's a nun, but she's actually a shape-shifter. Turns into a black guy that looks like Zimos or Ruby Rod. He then pulls up two high calibre sawn-off shotguns. He shoots a bunch of people from this team and there's a small panic of sorts. Then more people come down from a ramp on the opposite side from where I was. The shape-shifter pretends to be one of them, but doesn't transform? And then he runs up the ramp to get away. Me and H follow. H's van is up here, outside. It's night time and fairly dark, but there are street lights. We want to help the shape-shifter escape and grab him, trying to get him in the van. He doesn't want to get in though, and transforms into a white tiger, running off. We follow him closely, to a cake shop. He goes in and morphs into a chef but the other woman following him with the intent of catching him doesn't notice. We then confront him, stopping him from getting away from us and ask him to come with us, reassuring him about safety. Then H is no longer H and is a mix of Gibbs, Auron and Riddick, and then I'm not there anymore. There's a cut and I see a scene of telepathic dialogue between the shape-shifter and the other character. The shape-shifter mentions his "fury" and the other character asks the shifter if they know anything about his "Furya". No notes, maybe some later.
1. Mr. F___ (a man I worked with at the funeral home) is showing me one of his checks on payday. The actual amount is legible in the dream: $1,502.38. As in IRL he is telling me stories non-stop. He is former military and I can see his discharge DD214 paperwork clearly, and in particular the exact date his service ended: 1 NOV 57 and in the dream I calculate the math to twelve years before I was born (IRL it's thirteen years to the day). As I calculate the math, he tells me a story about how he got in trouble when he was in the Air Force by overstuffing toilet paper in the barracks latrine. When someone tried to flush it the thing backfired and everyone had to evacuate. He laughed jollily as he told me this. While he is laughing I'm thinking about how old he looks. His face is bright red. 2. I am in a pawn shop trying out a red Charvel guitar. The pawn shop employees are all impressed and watching me as I jam out. As it turns out, this pawn shop is on an airplane and we are flying over a gargantuan swimming pool. When we land on the on the other side of the pool I am still holding the guitar and notice the headstock is huge. I consider purchasing it. The pawnshop owner tells me a story of a girl who was thinking of buying a guitar, but in the end decided not to make the purchase. As result she ended up paying even more for the guitar when she later decided to buy it. I listened intently as he tried to persuade me to buy it. In the dream, money was no issue. But, still, I was not 100% sold on getting it. 3. I was listening to the beginning of the Sgt. Pepper Reprise song, where the drum beat comes in after the 1-2-3-4 count off. I remarked to someone in the dream, "Paul McCartney is a genius.." Dreamt 3/16/17
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I am with a group of people in a white, antiseptic room which resembles a morgue. We are all funeral professionals and somehow related to each other. We are working with cremation merchandise and there is an older, balding man in charge. We are putting urns in cardboard boxes. The balding guy in charge wants me to "wrap" the urns. I'm not sure what he means by that. I wonder if he wants me to clean the ashes out of them from the inside, but then I realize he just wants me to put them in boxes. He says to "wrap" 18 of them. I leave the room to look for 18 urns. (Frag) Now I am on a school bus (looking for the urns perhaps?) and I see my niece and her daughter on an escalator. My niece is dressed up very nicely, which is odd because she hardly ever looks nice. He daughter trails behind her. They are going up on the elevator. I can hear her daughter's voice very distinctly, and when she speaks her words are shown as subtitles on a large screen attached to a wall. It is like they are acting in a foreign film. My niece tells her daughter something and her daughter complains, "No mommy, I am old enough..." and my niece, not wanting to fight with her, turns back around and shakes her head. I think she wanted her daughter to stand closer to her on the elevator. I am now in a school, walking down the hallways, still searching for the urns. I am wearing a baseball cap that makes me feel very confident. I think to myself as I stand tall and walk briskly: "I am adult with authority. I am above all the kids in this school. They are not allowed to wear caps while in this school, but I can!" Dreamt 3/15/17
Updated 03-11-2020 at 02:53 PM by 92342
I am in a posh high-rise penthouse I share with a person who is throwing a party. At this party there are lots of people and stately granite tables and everyone is staying late. I am in another room, trying to fall asleep but can't because of all the commotion. I look out my window and see a woman across the way, in another high-rise. Her window is open. She is laying in her bed and reading. I know her from school. I like to watch her before I close my blinds at night. I feel lonely despite the lively party happening outside my room. I leave my room and go into the kitchen. The person with whom I share the penthouse notices me in the kitchen and begins to wrap the party up. Nobody talks to me. I sit by the fridge and observe everyone leave. When everyone is gone I go back to my room and look over at the girl again through my window. A man is now in bed with her. I close my blinds and wonder if they noticed me watching them. I go back to my door and open it halfway and peek out into the room beyond it. Some people (my neighbors?) are seated at a table eating dinner. I see the backs of their heads. They are eating in the dark. I feel homesick and forlorn, the way I felt when I moved away from home for the first time when I went to college in Boston. It seems everyone but me has someone to be with and something to do. The dream disjoints and now I am watching an interview on TV, where a man who looks like Chief Inspector Dreyfuss from The Pink Panther is being asked questions. I watch the entire interview and only at the end recognize him as the man with whom I share the apartment. Apparently he has had a scandalous past as his father is a notorious criminal. My brother then appears who knows him and says his name with disgust. It becomes unclear if my adopted brother is somehow related to this criminal through his own biological father. Dreamt 3/14/17
Updated 03-11-2020 at 02:26 PM by 92342
I had another car dream last night after not having any for several nights. When the dream started last night, I was in the car by myself buckled to the front middle seat waiting for my mom and sister to come out and get in the car. I almost immediately noticed that something smelled really bad in the car, but couldn't figure out what it was. I kept looking around trying to figure it out. I finally convinced myself that it was some of the stuff that was occupying the back seat that was causing the smell. When my little sister came out and sat down in the passenger seat next to me, she immediately noticed that something stunk after she closed her door and buckled her seatbelt. She kept talking about is and accusing me of tooting in the car. I kept trying to convince her that the car smelled bad as soon as I got in and that it was something it the back seat that we were smelling. She just kept accusing me of tooting in the car and kept telling me how gross it was. If there was anything that smelled worse than the car it was her breath which reeked like it always did. To try to get on my nerves while we waited for mom to come out she kept putting her head on my shoulder and her tan sandals on the glove box to show me how much more room she had than me. While we continued to wait in the car for mom, she kept alternating talking about the bad smell in the car, her having the window seat, and us waiting for mom to come out. I finally had enough of listening to her and getting whiffs of her putrid breath and turned my body to focus on the empty drivers seat, the tan steering wheel and gauges on the dash, and the back door to our house where mom was nowhere to be seen. After waiting in the car for what seemed like a miserable eternity, I finally hear my sister say here come mom while I was focusing on the tan vinyl driver seat. I turned and saw mom at the back door going through her purse to find her keys which seemed to take forever. She finally found then and locked the back door and then walked towards the car. When she got to the driver side door, she fumbled through her purse again for a while looking for the car keys and then finally found them and then opened the driver side door and sat down in the driver seat on my other side. While she was getting all of the mirrors adjusted, she also noticed the car stunk. My sister immediately told her I had been tooting. I denied it and tied to explain to mom that I had not been tooting and it was something in the car that smelled. I got a whiff of moms breath while she was getting on me and it was just as bad as my sisters breath had been. Mom finally got done adjusting the mirrors and then put the key in the ignition and turned it to start the car. the car didn't start-up and instead the dash was full of red lights and there was the annoying buzzing sound. Mom kept turning the key, but each time, there was the red lights and buzzing sound rather than the car starting up. Mom eventually started pumping the accelerator before each try turning the key, but it didn't do any good all that happened was there were the red lights and buzzing sound instead of the engine starting. After several more times pumping the accelerator and turning the key, mom decided she should get out and look under the hood. I asked her if I could get out and she snapped at me, getting in my face telling me that I needed to calm down; that it was her job to get the car started and mine to stay bucked in my seat and stay calm; that she would get the car started; and that she promised that I would not like what would happen if I took my seatbelt off. As she continued to get on me, I again noticed how bad her breath smelled. While my sister and I waited in the car while mom looked under the hood, my sister kept putting her head on my shoulder and then trying to put her arm around me. I kept trying to move away from her because I really did not like the way she was invading my space and keep getting whiffs of her breath even though I was trying to ignore us. It seemed like mom was taking for ever looking under the hood. Finally, I saw mom closing the hood and then walking towards the driver side door. When she was opening it, I moved my body back to the middle to give her room. As she was sitting down in the driver seat, I felt my shoe brush against my sisters leg and then heard her scream really loud. I then found out the smell in the car was dog poop that I had stepped in and that I got some on my sisters leg. My sister and I got out of the car so she could clean her leg and I could clean off my shoe. I woke-up from the dream while I was out in the yard trying to clean the dog poop off of my shoe.
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