Non-Lucid Dreams
Morning of August 3, 2018. Friday. Reading time: 2 min 37 sec. Readability score: 75. I find myself in a big, unfamiliar library that is part of a school building. It is seemingly the end of a school day. A female is present. She may be a teacher. It seems that most people have left. I am asked to clean up, as no one else is going to. I go through the aisles to pick up blankets and bed sheets (without questioning why these items would be “left behind” in a library). I also find a few towels. There are also several pairs of gloves, one pair that I believe is mine, so I put them on. There is also a winter jacket. From here, I decide that I will fly to the north side of La Crosse. I am soon at the Loomis Street house. My brother-in-law Bob seems happy. He appears as he did in the 1980s. A boy is present that is theirs. I falsely remember that they had a child of about eight years old. Bob tells me that another boy was born recently. I ask him whose child this is, as my older sister Marilyn had died. It turns out that she was brought back to life by a business that offers this service. She comes into the house and seems as she was in the 1960s. The house now seems like an ambiguous mix of the Loomis Street house (in America) and the Gellibrand Street apartment in Australia. A bed is in a similar orientation as it was in the Gellibrand Street place, where we lived when our oldest son was a baby. Marilyn seems happy. The baby is on the bed and has a strange appearance, a big head, and a thin, wiry body. It is only a few days old. It is speaking coherently with a curious metallic echoing. The words are soft. I do not recall what he said. I ask about Cindy, my brother Earl’s wife. She was brought back as well. Bob says that she has “a hundred years left (to live).” Curiously, I have no memory of Earl (who had also died in real life). Later, Marilyn and I are talking about all the puzzle books she had given me, mostly from the 1950s, 1960s, and 1970s, the majority of them Dell. (This was a real-life event.) They were in a big cardboard box. We talk cheerfully about difficult cryptic crossword puzzles. The harder ones are left for me to solve. My dream self recalls that Marilyn had died, but also with the false memory she had one child that would now be about eight (though she would be far too old for this to be true). I remember my sister-in-law, but not my brother. I do not recall my current life status, yet the Loomis Street house (America) mixes with where Zsuzsanna and I lived years ago, which means a part of my conscious self identity is subliminally present. Dreams are a fascinating comedy of errors sometimes. The last part (waking process rather than dream revivification) is from a trigger I developed in childhood, to make a dream more vivid and coherent by giving myself reading tasks or focusing on books or writing (though I also used coins for this), though now I mostly use computer associations. (An odd result of that is how computer technology is often on notebook paper in my dreams.) The association with solving puzzles also directly relates to the middle of the waking process, between the fictitious dream self and emerging consciousness identity. The library trigger “failed,” but still displayed dream state indicators (bed sheets and blankets in the aisles), though the usual vestibular system correlation (flying in this case) was present. I put on gloves to mask my conscious self identity and physicality. It shows that I was in non-lucid control of my dream (as is most often the case) but with odd results and the usual dream state amnesia when non-lucid.
Non-dream stuff; couldn't remember any dreams yesterday. Today I woke up at about 8 but forgot dreams so got up and did something before getting back in bed and then remembering the following non-lucid fragment. Fragment: I remember I had a camera-like perception and that I was seeing some recorded footage from a car in New York. People were talking about the footage, and it was like one of those CSI programmes. I don't remember the footage very well other than it was the car going on to a bridge, then making a U-turn and then starting to drive off. Then I was at the bridge place and there was a blonde woman in a red dress, whom was implied by the dream context to be a hooker, and she looked pretty clueless but was related to the car thing, especially given the fact she was in the middle of the initial stretch of the bridge road. Then I moved away from the bridge, to a T-intersection with it, or rather that its road made with another, and saw 2 blue camouflage soldiers diverting traffic and telling everyone to not come closer. They had an RPG-Launcher on their left hand and a typical American assault rifle on their right hand, which made me wonder how they would be able to appropriately fire the RPG at an incoming tank or something. They had blue helmets, too. In the distance, I saw some skyscrapers, and a certain one behind another had something funny about its logo that was related to whatever was going on at the bridge, but its like nobody else had made the connection, though I don't remember details. It was day for the entirety of the dream. Some notes: I've never been to New York, and in fact have really only ever seen it in games and police tv dramas.The blue camo soldiers were more than likely some sort of U.N. force.I am not sure that I ever had a physical representation in this dream, so I'm not sure how a RC would have worked.The soldiers looked a bit bored and somewhat agitated at the same time.
Day before yesterday DREAM This was very cool, very long, detailed and it had a beginning, middle and the end. I'm in a low flying airplane. Coming in for a landing. Pilot finds a dirt road out in the hills and lands on it. We are rolling on the ground, up the slight hill, hoping to come to a stop without hitting anything. Then we turn left, parallel to the hill and I think we are going to turn down hill now and roll down and crash. But no, we come to a stop. I'm thinking pilot turned the plane like that so we can take off easier. We walk on the grassy hill to a restaurant. Look around and we decide to have lunch, then go back to the plane and continue. I know we are somewhere far, but have no idea where. I look for signs, anything that would say the name of the place. Someone says Puerto Rico. I'm happy. My best friend M from childhood decide to skip lunch and go look around. We are in Puerto Rico and we want to see the ocean. I look to the left, and from the top of the hill I see blue of the ocean. I say "aaaand there it is". We head down on a winding dirt path and end up by a bay. She wants to go in the hotel to look around. So we walk through the hotel, but I keep telling her that we are gonna get caught, because we are not guests there. She eats from a buffet and she wants to use the pool. But I urge her not to and we just walk around. It's a huge hotel, with pools, hallways, place outside that's in a shade, beach is rocky with clear ocean water. I keep telling her we should head back, so we don't miss the plane leaving. Suddenly there is a voice on a PA system about intruders. We gotta run. We are dodging security guys through doors. As we are leaving the complex, I see another bay. It's possible to walk-skip on large rocks mostly hidden under the water, only the tops are showing. So you can go like that deep into the ocean. My perspective changes and now I'm looking at the bay from the ocean, not from the beach. Someone is showing a map and explaining, how the ocean bottom suddenly drops into great depth just where the skipping rocks end. DREAMS last night Telescope Someone is showing me and my dad a new type of a telescope. It's small, but it should be really good. Looking at all the controls. Lava On the shore of a lava pool. Lava is all white. People are watching how some people are dipping in the lava. Some kind of a ritual, or just display of machismo. Guy comes out, all covered in white lava, and as it cools, he kinda just rolls it off of him. There is a girl and they dip her back in a lake. I tell someone to stand back, because it can splash on us, and that's when I feel lava on me. It's really hot. I don't understand how those people don't die from it. They pull this girl out and she is in bad shape. I don't understand why are they doing this.
I start out in an apartment that seems to be mine, but doesn’t resemble anywhere I’ve ever lived. Hearing a commotion outside, I go out to investigate. I walk across a grassy lawn to where it overhangs a sidewalk. It seems coming from the direction of the train station, which is just down the street. I recall that today is the day the king is supposed to return from a trip abroad: there are probably many people there to greet him. Sure enough, I soon see him walking by, just like any other person might, alone except for three dogs. One of the dogs, a large and muscular one, is headed directly my way. I’m not threatened by it, though: I don't read any aggression in its behavior, only curiosity. It’s sniffing me over as he approaches to get it back under control. We exchange a few words. He knows who I am—I get the impression this country is on the small side, and he probably knows everyone here—and he says that he’s honored that I’m residing in his country (I am a foreigner here and not a citizen). He tells me he's happy to be the host of someone favored by the cat god. This is a chaotic, cat-like being that comes around—like any other cat—when it feels like it and not before. It appears to have taken a liking to me, and there’s now some kind of deeper bond between us. It also seems to be associated with the key of B major, whatever that means. The king is about to leave, but the dog breaks away again to continue to inspect me. He once again gets it under control and asks in a casual way what a sky bicycle actually looks like. This odd form of transportation has to do with the cat somehow—the thing apparently has a whole mythology of its own. I reply that I don’t know, as sky bicycles only take a definite form when several people are looking at one at the same time. (31.7.18)
There was this town that I came across that was severely ruined and old. A kid brought me there to show me his junk collection. He had claimed this large area and wanted to give me a tour of all his treasures he had. He said it was important that I stay with him, and that he would help me in my quest. Think of this area like the gray terminal in One Piece. This kid had just claimed a small area of the terminal. I got impatient and ran ahead into the inner city. It seemed to just be a few mostly destroyed homes and empty plots of land. It had a big empty plot for a castle with two large staircases that had figures still standing where the stairs would be. You could almost imagine how big the castle would have been at the top of the hill. The inner city would have had about 10 homes, and the outer city down the hill a bit had about 30. Down further you could see a beautiful body of water. There was a building still standing, still inhabited. I talked with the man there. He was in his 60s and was willing to offer me a drug that could show me the past so that I may learn how to fight in incoming threat. He needed a few materials that I could get from the junkyard out front of the city. One of the materials was choline. I left the man's house and took in the sights again. I noticed a statue standing across the town, and by where I was were the plaques. I started telling my brother about this dream while reading the plaques. They were black with gold writing. They were very clean and looked brand new. The plaques told the town's purpose, their wars, the arena where they'd have duels with dragons, their use of dragons in defending their town, and more. My brother asked the name of the city and I couldn't find it. I was looking around and saw a sign that called the town jNIjl. I tried telling Kris the exact capitalization while telling myself not to wake up as I was doing so, but that caused me to do just that as I got about 3 letters in. Turns out I wasn't talking to my brother after all. I also had an earlier dream where my oldest brother did his ex-wife a favor my taking care of a baby with major deformations and a dog with a broken back. He tried to pawn the injuries onto me and Kris but we were disgusted and wanted nothing to do with them. We were upset at Jeff for ironically not having a backbone and that he should have declined to care for these poor souls, but he does whatever she tells him to and couldn't say no to her. I also noticed our grandparent's dog trixie was there. Apparently they didn't want their dog either. I was okay with that one though, their dog is a Shih Tzu. Adorable little ball of energy that one was. Another dream involved me at a concert looking for my brother. I looked everywhere and couldn't see him. He eventually finds me and says he was at the concession stand waiting for me. As we were leaving the concert some guy got real close behind me and kept walking my same pace. He was pressed all the way against me and then tried to rape me. By that I mean I felt penetration. Gross. Good thing there was two layers of clothes separating his thing and me, but wtf. I quickly turned around, knocked him off his feet, cut off his hand and grabbed a nearby buzzsaw and put it close to his face. I saw the panic in his eyes and decided it would be more torture to keep him alive, so I then just walked away.
Adding these quickly and going to WBTB. 6. Traveled a twisty stretch of highway but on a skateboard. There were no cars, only people on all shapes and sizes of skateboards. We followed typical traffic rules while speeding along. I can’t remember where I was going but I felt like I was late. One of my wheels became wobbly and I needed to change it. I pulled to the side of the highway and asked people for help because I didn’t have the tools needed to change my tire. No one helped me. Fragment: Trying to get across a field full of spiky plants 7. On a narrow strip of road in the middle of now where. No one could cross the road. If someone tried they disappeared mid road and ended up on the side they started from. Characters from Supernatural arrived to investigate. Castiel tried to fix the uncrossable road by using a round key. He only managed to spit the road into three. Sam stood on one road, Dean on the other, and Castiel on the middle. Each road was in a different dimension. They couldn't figure out how to cross over. The dimensional split was contained in a roughly circular area. I inspected from outside it for a way to pull everyone together again. -After sleeping again Hypnagogia-A crowd of beautiful smiling women mobbed my way. They were all human heads on stick bodies. -LUCID? A guy reaches for me, trips and floats in the air. “This must be a dream,” he said. “It is,” I reply, then wake. -A delivery of a rack of books in bread loaf bags. The books are shaped like bread. 8. Was part of an acting/dancing troup though I can’t act or dance. We walked through a city looking for a late night place to eat. We found one but had to wait in line outside in the dark. A storm rolled in and we sheltered from the rain and lightning under my coat, all 25 or so of us somehow. We sang while waiting for the storm to pass. Also, I sw my refleciton and looked strikingly like Jack Harkness. 9. I finished off a project in class, handed in my Poe poetry book and left to walk home. In the hallway, I ran into an old friend who looked kind of like Sheldon Cooper. He was hungry. I gave him my lunch. Outside, I realized it would take 4 hours to walk home, 2 if I jogged. I jogged. Partway home I had to balance across a pole stretched across a pond of steaming and bubbling mud. I made it but my jacket fell in. I finally got home to discover someone in my house eating my food. He cooked me something to eat to and we were friends after that. We began renovating the house. 10. It was very late before a friend came out out of a club. I called her name out the window. She came and got into the car. On the ride home she complained about everything. I tried to point out good things each time she complained. She tried to argue with me. I grew tired of her attitude and told her to stop misplacing her misery on me. I wasn’t the one who did whatever to make her miserable. She apologized and cried and I felt like a grade A a-hole. I turned up the music and sang way out of tune to make her smile.
Updated 08-02-2018 at 08:16 PM by 95205
Morning of August 2, 2018. Thursday. Reading time: 1 min 55 sec. Readability score: 75. In the first part of my dream, offset from water induction (which begins each sleep cycle, based on sleeping in the waters of the womb), there is a situation where I may be a witness relating to someone throwing someone into the ocean. An unknown female is sitting in the first row of seats in an unknown location. I am trying to remember if I had thrown the person in, perhaps drowning him, and if so, whether I should leave. (Of course, this is the liminal thread from my conscious self entering the “water” of sleep and my dream self’s thoughts distorting, losing such threads.) I find myself looking into what seems to be a terrarium with holographic content. A spider is at the bottom and appears to be real rather than a hologram. I marvel at the three-dimension patterns in the higher area. Somehow, the spider gets out, but I do not see it after this. There is a plastic lid at the top that does not seem to fit correctly. An unknown female cheerfully tells me that they had found the spider. From here, I have to buy groceries for someone, apparently including a can or more of soda for the actor Richard Dean Anderson, who appears to be about twenty-five years old. Instead of walking with two unknown males who are going one direction to do this favor for him, I follow Richard Dean Anderson, who is walking in the opposite direction from them. He is wearing a loose-fitting moss-colored uniform. An unfamiliar man is walking ahead of him. It seems to be late at night. The area remains unfamiliar. I tell Richard I will get him the drink, even though he is also going to the store. Going into the store, I have to squeeze past a few different people in a narrow hall at the front. One boy has to back up. I yell a few times when people will not move. The situation changes. Now I am looking at videos high on the wall. One features a man with a nose that makes him look somewhat like a tapir. Looking around, I see other men with odd noses. An unknown man at a picnic table appears to have a big dent down the middle of his nose so that it almost looks as if he has two, side by side. I start talking to him about synapses and how a synapse controls nose shapes. His nose changes several times as he is talking to me, and appears to be normal at one point. I consider that I may not be seeing him correctly, as he seems unaware of the changes. Still, he does not understand what I am saying. He seems to think that brains do not do anything. I have to explain to him that they are the most important thing, as they determine everything.
1. Shane Dawson, his little white dog, and I tried to escape earth before it was invaded by aliens. 2. In a hospital full of dark rooms in which twisted bodies lay in pain. There were no doors or windows out. 3. School, needed to use the bathroom but they had no stalls. Just lines of toilets sitting out in the open and people watching. 4. LUCID! I got lucid by Venus being too close to earth. A woman and I soared through the sky. We tried to fly to Venus but a man living behind the planet stopped us. We fell into the ocean. I saved the woman and sent her home. I intended to meet the Venus man so ran back out onto the ocean but sank deeper with each step. I fell in and the dream destabalized. I floated on my back and focused on the water around me. The scene became stable but when I looked to Venus I was shocked it was plummeting toward me. The shock woke me up. Woke up & wrote the above dream then back to bed with intention of getting lucid. 5. LUCID! Hypnagogic image of a crystal ball floating in dark. Was on the verge of sleep and started to wake. I grabbed the crystal ball. It anchored me in the scene but it still felt weak. I focused on the cool, smooth feel of the crystal ball in my hands. The scene stabalized. It was still in dark. Inside the crystal flame like forms flickered into near recognizable shapes. The dark pressed and I felt afraid. I reality checked to be sure I was still dreaming. I held the orb above my head. It lit up the immediate area. I introduced myself into the dark. No reply came. After a while I felt the dream becoming unstable. I tried to use the orb to anchor myself. It didn't work. I woke.
Created Wednesday 01 August 2018 Got a DILD to note. Don't recall anything before that. Wish I coulda put what's below in less words, but ah well... Dream 1 - Turbulent Ocean Mall Scene 1 - School Bug Dreamlet transitioned to a dream. The visuals were slightly blurred. I was in a highschool classroom. I felt very tired, enough so to fall 'unconscious' within seconds. In fact, I'd unwittingly dropped my head on the shoulder of a guy in front of me. I did tilt back a bit, caring little of my faceplanting on my desk. While 'asleep', I overheard some girl's plot to cut my hair. She did indeed go ahead with such, but that didn't bother me. I 'woke up' a minute later. While looking around, I spotted a woman in one of the desks, dark hair, of larger frame, and notably busty. Another out-of-place 'student' besides myself, though it seemed as if I've seen her before... Anyway, for amusement, I shrunk myself down to a few inches. I then flew by the woman to get her attention. Visibly astonished, the woman seized me, holding me still for a better look. Transition seconds later. Scene 2 - Stroll to the Ocean Mall The visuals were blurred, though it clarified over time. I was taking a stroll around my neighborhood. Or, better put, floating towards home, doing so while seated cross-legged. Skip ahead. Instead of my intended destination, I somehow arrived at the entrance of a large mall, seemingly just recently opened. I sensed this was located in a supposed bad part of town. Indeed, I soon spotted a 'known' criminal exiting from a movie theatre, who'd wooed a high-school aged girl at least eight years his junior. Feeling obliged to interpose, I changed into the form of (Perfect?) Cell from Dragon Ball Z. I charged energy in my outstretched hands, then threatened harm to the ne'er-do-well if he didn't leave the girl alone. He slinked away without a word. Next, I gave a word of warning to the girl. She wasn't at all happy with my meddling, claiming she could take care of herself, and promptly left in a huff. Things warped a bit. I now appeared as some gangly guy in his late 40's. Supposedly, he was a character from a comedy movie, in which he was a meek middle-aged guy enrolling into a university. I step out to the mall's driveway, when a fancy sports car pulls up. Inside were some rowdy frat boys. Noticing me, the group hurled out drunken insults, then drove off. I glanced aside. A deep oceanside was visible past the mall's borders, its waters turbulent under a stormy sky. Of greater concern was the sight of various giant figures wading in the sea, one appearing as Ultra-Man, and another some reptilian monster straight out of Super Sentai/Power Rangers. This spectacle instantly triggered awareness. Things quickly destabilized, but some timely reactive hand rubbing saved the dream. Without delay, I float in a meditative pose. Next, I shouted 'Yol Toor Shuul'. In place of a flames, I somehow breathed out a stream of light frost. I looked out in the ocean again, only to see a tsunami was forming. So, I ordered the dream to keep the wave in check. The waters kept rising, but did indeed stop approaching. I pondered what to do. False memories of my attempting some grandiose, world-changing event earlier came to mind, but it wasn't very clear. Just then, I heard that cat's incessant mewling. Another warp. In a flash, the tidal wave appeared just several meters ahead of me. I'm literally slammed out of the dream.
Updated 08-02-2018 at 03:11 AM by 89930
I've been in a big complex in the middle of the jungle , it was a headquarters for a tribe. Made of something strong , it was basically four walls in a cube form, they were really tall ,like a tower and on them were holes and structures made of wood ,latters , lil shacks and stuff , strategic points. On the Inside were wooden bridges to go between the segments. The tribe used spears ,and arrows , and such weaponry, and there were also that long stick that had something really flexible tied to it, with something stingy and poisonous and sharp at the end of the string. I posessed one of those things. My mission was to kidnap a baby and bring the baby into civilisation. I had a companion , who worked outside in a helicopter , was covering me I think? I was going in with stealth, infiltarted the base somehow from above ,and looked for a baby. But at a point some tribesmen saw me and started to chase me on the bridges , shooting arrows and trying to catch me with that poision fishing stick thing. I was flying across the bridges by using that stick thing I flung it under the bridge so it hooks onto the bridge then jumped down the other side and swung myself in the sky like spiderman, it was amazing. Then at a point I got the baby and escaped through the helicopter. The companion was my supposed girlfriend who drove the helicopter . Then I got detached from the scene and the characters held a conversation on their own and they said something like this "- I feel sorry for this kid , he may not going to live like their savage parents but in the end hes going to be just another brick in the wall ,probably a grocery shop seller somewhere in -something latin sounding city name- " said the guy who I was just a minute ago +That's how our job is , what can u do -said the woman -Idk , overthrow the system ? +Hell no , especially when my job is what supports the system. Then I had an epiphany or something like that.. Indeed , people are afraid of change, they cling to their status . There can be "new ways" that would new and good , but people are afraid of losing ,and even more...they hate to learn new things, its too bothersome for them , so they will stay with the old ways even if its not so beneficial for anyone
from my iPad "Ugh. Too many stress dreams. In one of them, I was young and still married to my ex. We had angry sex and kept fighting immediately after when I learned he wasn’t where he said he was going to be. In another one, I went to a store and forgot I had driven there and forgot my car... then later I was driving on confusing roads. I dreamed of the pup attacking what looked like a kid in the distance. There was nothing there when I got downstairs and outside. We had a very close neighbor and a kid was outside, so I asked him if the pup attacked him and he said “almost, but I know what to do” and he started singing the song from the Stop77 videos. Jerry gave me a bunch of money to have him put down because he couldn’t bring himself to shoot him. Then, I was driving the dog to the pound. When I got out, I was carrying something and had to maneuver around some guy vacuuming outside. I told them, while crying, that I needed to have my dog put down. They laughed amongst themselves and said “just because you forgot the combination doesn’t mean you have to kill your pet.” I then told them that he eats kittens and they agreed that he should be put down. If I had kept his core blood and had some sort of purée, they could have made the process even less painful. I didn’t have the stuff... then I did and I asked if I could stay with him while they did it. They said I could and then I woke up." Ugh... too much stressing over my crazy dog...
Non-dream stuff; woke up at around 8:30 and had a dream (the first fragment) but couldn't remember it that well so went back to sleep again and woke up at 10:10 and then came to the computer to write down all of the non-lucid dream stuff below. It took about 40mins to write everything, not counting the notes... Dream fragment 1: I don't remember much here, but I was at a place similar to the house I'm in now, in waking life. It was day, near the end of the day and I was out at the back as were other neighbours. The walls were short, instead of being tall like in waking life and the view was not of a town but of the countryside. This area seemed to resemble an area a bit west of where I live. There was a black cat. And it was playful and smart and it would catch mice and handle them differently to other cats. At one point I'm sure this cat talked. But something was odd about him, he was too smart and so I grabbed him and realised his fur was not that of a cat at all, even though he looked like a black cat, he was some sort of little raccoon thing that had tricked us and recently there were fires out in peoples back gardens, small fires, and I knew he was the cause, as I saw him play with matches before. I got rid of him somehow, in a way that wouldn't make him return, but I don't remember what I did. (Have the distinct impression I gave him a good smacking for being a cheeky little thing) Dream sequence 2: I was in the car with my partner, I was as usual in my passenger seat and we were driving along a motorway. It was night and there was nobody else on the road. At times my perception of vision changed, to outside the car to scenic views of the road. We went around a long corner and I could see mountains in the distnae as well as forest closer by. I remember seeing displays with double green arrows on them, like it was a racetrack or something, but it wasn't, even in the dream's context. As we kept going we reached a part where the 3-lane road was splitting into two 2-lane roads, one which ramped down. We continued head on and then there were some cars on-coming on one of the lanes and their driving looked a bit funny; as we reached the end of this road segment we realised that had been a one-way 2-lane road and just everyone else was avoiding us. I remember we were waiting in a queue to get into a petrol station to get fuel, and it was day at this point. Dream sequence 3: I remember being at some sort of hall, that looked like a supermarket really, but there were big theatre curtains and lights and I was there supposedly with my partner, but he looked different, though I felt it was him in the dream. Then there was another man, a dream-character I've not seen and he looked smug. He approached us and there was some sort of crew getting things ready for presenting him and in the dream I was aware that my partner had to go with this guy to the stage for some reason. They gave this man the cue to go on stage (which was not raised, since this was a supermarket...) and I peeked from behind the curtain and saw the spotlights focus on him. I looked at my partner saying "come on you gotta get on there" and he didn't say anything and started to look pale white, and I asked some relatives of this other man what should we do and they were shrugging and saying they didn't know. Eventually we both went on to the stage and the smug man was surrounded by upper-class looking people and when we approached him he smiled at us and welcomed us but we could see he had that "I'm actually really angry" smile. The next thing I remember was that I was in some sort of mine or cave, and now things looked like a game, but the smug man was here somewhere too and my partner was at a house and I just knew where it was. I got on a mine cart of some description and sped up, trying to "remember" (in the dream context) where to go, going over some abyss on the rails at one point and then reaching a split and deciding to continue going the way I was already going. I reached an end and though the caves were dark I distinctly remember they looked a dark de-saturated blue. The smug man had caught up and was here already, and I was starting to want to get away aster. Here there was a wooden door and for some reason I knew it just led me to more caves so I opened up some interface and "pressed" a H key which made me start using an item or spell. It teleported me to the house my partner was at, which was like it was out of Hanzel and Gretel but bigger and as a mansion. It was day and there were some clouds. I walked in and told my partner the man was coming. I saw a glossy cobalt coloured camera and went up to it and punched it with my right fist and then grabbed it by the tripod and smashed it against a window until it was nothing. I said to my partner in a fake eastern european accent; "not very good spy" and I smiled at myself. Then I saw through the windows a big blue truck approach. At first I thought he was gonna hit the house, as it was a massive truck and looked like a petrol tanker. But instead he blocked the front of the house with it, but again, job poorly done because I could still use the front door, and I got out and quickly hid somewhere on a bush before he could see me and as he got out of the driver seat I pounced at him, gripping him by the shoulders initially and then attacking him with my fists and he tried spitting on me and blowing on my face and I ignored it and got a claw weapon out and started scratching the man all over (who now looked like a sweaty redneck and not a smug man at all), and he struggled and I saw damage numbers fly all over the place and he asked with surprise something like "how can you deal so much damage?!". I defeated him and I got in the truck and my "camera" changed to third person view of the vehicle, which was taller than the house and I drove off against some trees that just got knocked down and kept my momentum (that wouldn't happen so easily in waking life) and I realised this was actually a missile truck, loaded with 18 missiles; on a control interface I saw an interesting option of "teleport payload to target" and I remember I could see a top-down view as a map of the local region; I tried the option and unfortunately I could not see the target I wanted in range, so I drove the truck further, into a city. By the time I reached the city I'd damaged the truck a bit with some clumsy driving through forests and some of the payload was gone, I was down to 11 missiles and I was going to look for a target again, when I saw some man in a suit come toward the truck and waving at me all like "oh no no no!"; there was a small sub-station behind him and the dream more or less ended here. Some notes: - The presence of fire in the first dream fragment was probably related to the fact that last night shortly before bed there a car fire out back. So the little mischievous animal was more than likely a representation of whoever might have done it. When I realised the creature was not at all a cat I did think it was very odd, and through most of the dream there was a nagging doubt in my mind about it. - Throughout the entirety of dream sequence 3, my partner was very passive, and though he did say things back at times, I really don't remember what he said in any detail. - The map in dream sequence 3 reminded me of Fallout 4 and the capitol wasteland from Fallout 3, as well. - There were many times through all sequences and fragments which would have been good prompts for doing a RC. Unfortunately the game-like nature of sequence 3 made it exceptionally difficult to question anything, as I was too entrenched in my role. Dream fragment 1 and 2 were the ones that made me think "that was odd" a few times, in the dream. - The missile payload truck was not at all like anything specific from games I've played but rather was dream-generated, as was were many other aspects of sequence 3. - I remember a music played when I was on the truck approaching the city, something like "the bad guy's gonna get it! hyaaa! the bad guy's gonna get it!" but it reminded me, even in the dream, of the intro song to the game Borderlands 1 (the music being Ain't no rest for the wicked).
Updated 08-01-2018 at 11:34 AM by 95293
Morning of August 1, 2018. Wednesday. Reading time: 1 min 9 sec. Readability score: 58. In the first part of my dream, there are associations with lucid dream experiments I did in my childhood. Mainly, it is my development of a field as a setting, to give me open options. It involved closing my eyes while running through the area and eventually opening them after deliberately running for a long time. In one of my most vivid lucid dream experiments of that time, I opened my eyes and found myself at the top of a tower, having no perception of running up the spiral stairs, but recognizing it as the emerging consciousness factor. After looking out over a beautiful landscape, I phased through the wall and flew up and out of my dream, maintaining perfect vestibular system correlation. In my dream, there is communication with another dream journalist. He talks about his “power” based on what I had written in my journal when I was very young. It involves creating the field setting, running very fast, though while counting to seven, and teleporting to a random location. The results are vague. I am not a dream character, only a distant observer to his antics. Later, he is writing a response to how another experiment turned out. That one is more like one of those fake personality tests on the Internet and which some Facebook users post the results of (which is ultimately pointless). In this case, he takes several of the same tests. It involves connecting random dots inside a random circular pattern. The results are different each time, though that is likely because he connects the dots differently each time. He seems to be annoyed by the different results based on his different choices and starts writing about “apologists for life” in the comment section.
Morning of August 1, 2018. Wednesday. Reading time: 48 sec. Readability score: 76. I am in a setting that is reminiscent of the “Gunsmoke” (television series) set, outside of the Long Branch Saloon. It seems to be morning. A rendering of the interconsciousness is present. It is an unknown male of about twenty years old who is standing in the street as I sit on the curb. The man does not seem familiar in any way. He is talking to me about another unknown male who had left the area. I have no focus or recall of a backstory. I have to ask him to repeat certain words and information several times. (This is typical of this stage of the dreaming process. In many cases, I perceive it as gibberish.) He tells me that the other male had gone to Perth. He has gone to see a band called “Sister Cities.” (I do not know of any group with this name.) I am going to assume this is a random thread from the interconsciousness, that may or may not have anything to do with me. It is a different process than when I force a preconscious avatar to respond in a certain way or when I use my mental voice to speak through my emerging consciousness.
Last week: Jealous I'm walking on some landing outside by some steps while looking at FB on my phone. I am at Jamie's profile and I see that she commented on one of my friend's status. For some reason this makes me insanely jealous. I put the phone down and am overwhelmed by jealousy that i find i can't breathe. I am running down the steps struggling to breathe. At th ebottom I calm myself down and realize there's no reason to be jealous. Lucid I am walking in a street kind of like Kensington in calgary. I see a group of thugs that mean to hurt me or something. So I run into a building super fast and up 100 flights of stairs. Being able to do so makes me lucid. I quickly turn a corner and look for the other set of steps in case the group follow me. I don't find the steps. Instead I explore the living room that I am in. I go to a mirror and try to use it as a teleportation device. My hands at first touch glass. I look away and then back and see the same mirror, but now I can see depth on the other side. I reach my hands in and there's no glass. A few inches in I touch a semi solid invisible barrier which turns everything in the mirror a brownish hue. I start pushing through it when I wake up. Jamie again In a black space with her. I feel her energy pushing me away as if she wants to be left alone. Through her eyes In this dream I am watching through Jamie's perspective. I am tied up with chains on each limb and strung up. I am in a cage surrounded by what appears to be a giant disco ball? wtf. There is a psycho man there but he looks like me (MoSh). He is laughing like a lunatic. This week: sped up Bunch of dreams that are sped up. in one me and Raven are getting Jamie out of the giant ball in a huge gunfight. In another I am Jamie again running from scary people, they chase me in and out of rooms and I jump off lots of landings to get away from them, suddenly the whole place shatters and I begin falling. later I'm me again with Jamie and some friends at a house party of something, more just like sitting in a room and joking around. ???? Some vague dream with my brother in it. More Jamie shorts In one dream we are walking towards my old house in olds. We are dressed the same as the night we first hung out. This time we are holding hands, it's like we are both trying to go back in time and change the results. In another we are kneeling before Jesus. He taps our shoulders with a palm branch, me first then her. Did we just get married in a dream?!?!?!?!? No, I think it's just a blessing.
Updated 10-17-2018 at 03:30 AM by 6012
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