non-lucid

I was at J's house. I was writing some lyrics for a new song when I accidentally blurted out something along the lines of "I'm going to kill you J". Jacob heard this and went to tell his mom. He distorted the context out of recognition and I heard the whole thing. FROM ONE FLOOR ABOVE HIM. After that, his sister came in and proceeded to make no sense at all. She said something about a T turning into a P or the other way around, but either way, it had to do with what I said. His mom then came in wearing a blue robe and proceeded to scold me. I was trying to defend myself, but it was no use. I was curled up on J's chair almost crying as the last thing I heard was "some day or another, think before you talk" The first thought I had after waking up was "well that was a depressing dream", and the second thought was "just SOME DAY or another? How about now?"

I’m driving in an unfamiliar town, where I’m going to attend an event of some kind. I have the impression it has something to do with Kyabje Düd’jom Rinpoche? At first, I’m trying to find a parking spot near a junction, but all the spots there seem to belong to the nearby buildings, so I turn the car around and head towards the waterfront, closer to where the event will actually be held. It’s a long, straight street with small, gray paving stones and narrow, wooden houses painted light colors on either side. At one end of it, I can see boats, their masts blocking the view further out—to the harbor itself, presumably.

I look around for house no. 11, which is where the event will take place, so I can park nearby. The address plates are large and clearly display the numbers, rather like the Prague address plates do. The plates seem to be in the right general order, and so I don’t have trouble finding it—but there do seem to be both odd and even numbers on a single side. I’m not sure whether it was this that clued me into the fact that I was dreaming, but it definitely happened right around then.

This is a dream: what will I do? Checking out no. 11 still seems like a pretty good idea, but first, I decide to take a look around the area. I walk along the street, towards the harbor—but as I walk, it seems to change from a street to an underground tunnel, and when I reach the end, I’m not by the open sea, but looking into a square room full of water. It seems completely closed off and is made of some yellow-red stone, mossy where it's close to the waterline. The water is packed with boats—not big ones like I saw before, but little ones, more on the order of rowboats.

There’s something a little ominous about this place; it’s impossible to imagine what purpose it could possibly be serving. If this were a Zelda game, I’d fully expect the door to slam behind me and some giant monster to rise up out of the water and attack. I wait. The water seems to be rippling in a rather odd way. After a little while, a couple of larger waves swell up, rolling beneath the layer of boats. But they just die down again, and the water becomes perfectly still. I watch for a little while longer, but it looks as if that’s all that’s going to happen, and so I head back towards the house—now, an entrance partway along the tunnel. I open the door and step in.

An Asian woman greets me: it seems I’ve been expected, although there doesn’t seem to be any kind of a gathering here as I thought. The woman also seems to be expecting me to have a female friend along. I consider telling her that I’m here alone, but actually, there’s no reason I can’t invite someone else. I tell the woman I’ll send them a text message and they should be here shortly.

I pull my iPhone out of my pocket. But somehow, all the people I can think to invite are male. An idea occurs to me: I start spelling out A-N-I-M-A using the numbers which correspond to those letters. The phone is a bit shifty, as such devices often are in dreams, but not enough to impede me. But partway through, I remember that I’m not supposed to have an anima, being female and all. So I make it end U-S instead and send the ‘coded’ message off. Well, I guess I’ll see what happens. I put the phone back in my pocket and we sit down at the table in the next room to eat.

The table is a large one, but there are only three places set—hers, mine and the empty one. We have some kind of fish dish, which tastes good. Not much in the way of conversation is happening, and so I’m mostly focusing on remaining aware, making sure I don’t forget this is a dream. It’s an interesting feeling, being here in this place, which feels so real and yet so unreal. I could get up and do something else, but I want to see where this is going.

But at some point, I wake up—due to some environmental noise, possibly. But it’s only a short time before I fall asleep again, and find myself back in the house, in an upstairs bedroom this time.

Through a window, I see branch falls onto the roof of a neighboring building—a large, blocky structure. The roof looks like it’s in bad shape, with large chunks of tile missing—this place must have got hit by the storm too, I figure.

I’m eating a cup of yogurt there. It’s chalky and bland. Probably low-fat. Why am I eating this awful stuff? This is a dream, I don’t have to eat it. I place the cup on a dresser or some similar piece of furniture. Downstairs, I hear the door of the house opening, voices in conversation—somebody has arrived. Maybe it’s the person I invited in the earlier part of the dream. I’ll go down and check. But right now I’m wearing a nightgown, so I ought to put something else on first.

I step over to the full-length mirror, which is standing near the door, and look at my reflection. I’m wearing a plain nightgown, like a short dress with spaghetti straps. Oddly, I don’t seem to look quite like myself—my face is different, though not completely different, and my eyes seem to be the usual color. I step back. It’s been a while since I’ve done this—and actually, I’ve never done exactly what I’m about to try, but it doesn’t seem like it should be too hard. I’ll create myself something more appropriate to wear. I extend my hands, palms upward, feeling energy gathering.

But it doesn’t feel right—there’s some kind of a resistance there. As I notice that, I also see something standing behind me in the mirror—a furious-looking panda bear approaching me. I turn around, looking into the room—but it's empty. There's nothing there. I look back at the mirror: furious panda. Well, this is a little creepy. But because it’s a panda, being furious just makes it look ridiculous rather than menacing. I step backwards into the room with one hand behind me, feeling for the spot where the panda ought to be based on its reflection—but I wake up before I can get to it.

6.3.18

I’m walking home to a house I lived in 6 years ago. I notice a blue station wagon is following me. I cross the road to get away from him but he does a u-turn and parks in front of me. Then I look through the windscreen and see it’s Bert Newton! For anyone that’s not an Aussie...

I look at him and get a creepy feeling. He beckons me over, and I wonder what he could want... he might just want directions!? I cautiously walk closer, he leans out and asks me if I want a lift! I friggin’ knew it
At that point my alarm went off and I woke up.
Why would I be dreaming about an elderly famous Australian entertainer stalking me?

Video. (8:46)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_o0wqKfuRBs


Mix of fragments.

There was some kind of competition where I was flying around. There was something about how the judge didn't really like my performance because I didn't have much regard for the audience. I stopped to look at my phone during it. This had one of those underground rock concert types of feels to it that recurs in my dreams, but I never remember clearly. I filled out a form after my competition that said I thought my performance was the best.

The judge was a woman. She was talking about how when she looks at a menu on her phone, it lights up too bright. Then, it becomes unhealthy to have to scroll through the menu for too long, as it is hard on her eyes.

In the room with the competition, I was with another guy, who had been on my team for the performance, or something. This advertisement for a product that burned stomach fat was showing to our left on some kind of hologram screen. It showed a person's stomach with red energy moving through it and eliminating stomach fat. I was very skeptical of this "localized fat burning" concept. However, before I told him my opinion of it, I asked him what he thought of it. He might have been hopeful about it, and I didn't want to crush his hopes. I told him I had already formed my own opinion but I want to know his, so I don't take away his hope. That was nice of me!

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I think I fell back asleep thinking of some dreams at some point. I had rolled onto my front with my right arm in a really bad position, and had to move immediately when I wake up. I always worry that this dislodged some of the dream. My mind also kept thinking about intactivism when I was trying to remember my dreams. Intactivism is an important subject to me but I can think of that any time. Where as after a dream, I need total focus on remembering the dream.

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There was another part with a rapper. The rapper's father was talking about how he had to go to something like 3 to 4 to 8 surgeries in the last 8 months. So the idea was that everyone struggles, even those who seem to have it all.

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There was something about a girl and trying to get high. I think there was some type of excitement with a group of people.

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It also took me a moment to even think of any dreams I had. But recalling first round of dreams has gotten different lately in that the dream memories will come to my mind more slowly over the 15 minutes or so after I go to the bathroom and lay back down. instead of more all at once like the other dreams. I still only recall first round of dreams vaguely for the most part, but it seems I always recover at least some memories more consistently now.

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I had another dream in this part where J G L came to mind. He was an actor in the dream. I couldn't remember any more.

Smoking Indoors?! / Sharing my Note Pad

I woke up from these dreams and it took what seemed like a while to think of anything. Then, the last thing I heard came to mind, which was Robert Monroe's voice saying, "Many people have seen me in their dreams, and asked me, who are you?" Something like that.

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My earliest memory of this dream was of a lucid dreaming You Tuber making a video title. It had a blue rabbit, then a green ghost thing with smoke. It was about how he didn't dream last night.

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Later on I was in a field playing some sport with my Uncle who I always fight with, and his friends. The sport involved kicking a golden ball thing around a field. My Uncle got up close to me and there was some conflict. My Uncle's friend said something like, "Strawberries aren't allowed." There were images of big strawberries up on a near by shelf. The location was kind of like my Nana's front yard. I tried to visualize more about this to pull up more detail but couldn't. When that didn't work, I tried to re feel the emotion I was feeling during that scene, which was that I was trying to run away. But I felt like they would run me down and catch me. Fear, anger, being chased. It didn't bring up any more details though. I also felt very outmatched in the sport, and right when I got the ball, my Uncle came right up next to me and took it again. Also my Uncle and the older men were smoking which I was at odds with.

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There was this other part where my friend Josh was saying he had just had relations with a woman. He was going to tell myself and another one of our friends who was there all about it. I was getting my phone to record him for a You Tube video, because it was a big deal. There was something on my phone I can't remember clearly. Like an app with a white kind of back ground that came up.

Then it became this marriage counseling place. I had a laugh here. I was filling out this questionnaire and the question I was on asked how many times I had been married. I opened the drop down menu and selected something crazy like 27 or 30. I thought this was funny because it would be crazy to be married, divorced and remarried 27 to 30 times in one life span.

As I filled that form out, having a laugh, a kid came in and asked one of the woman at a desk for her help. She said she was busy with clients and could not help him. I felt bad to see the kid neglected due to the adults workaholism. Maybe it is a quick hint not to neglect my own inner child due to workaholism.

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Later I was in front of the local grocery store. I was thinking about this insomnia treatment I got (dream context) that helped me sleep. So now I didn't need to try to have good sleep hygeine because I could always go in to get this "fix". Then, as I walked by the front windows of the store, I was thinking about how it would be cool if I could work multiple jobs and never feel tired. Something about how this would help my relationship with a woman.

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In the context of this dream I was working at the local grocery store. My friend S R was also working there. I think I had some trouble working there and might have had to leave. But I came back. I was buying something from the register on the far right. Then I saw a guy who had checked out his groceries with me earlier but this time he didn't have apples. So I brought him apples or asked him why he skipped apples this time. I explained to him that I am not obsessive or anything, my mind just remembers things well.

Then while checking out at the fourth register, the woman ahead of me was buying her cigarettes. It was Mimi, and another woman. I was saying, "Don't buy cigarettes!" Mimi was lighting the cigarette right in the store, to take a quick puff indoors. I sort of stared for a moment before realizing what was happening. Of course, I did not actually smell smoke. In waking life, the smoke travels so fast, but in dreams, I can see a huge cloud of smoke but smell nothing. This could be a dream indicator in the future. But in this dream, the smoke was freaking me out!

I yelled at her and then ran to the back of the store. I saw a heavy set brown haired woman who kind of looked like my Aunt. Her name was Patti. She was saying how she smokes in doors too or something. I remember touching her back.

So then I was panicking as these people smoked indoors. Just then an african american guy came up to my side and started to tell me about a law that enabled people to smoke in doors if the building or room was big enough. They only couldn't smoke if the building or room was too small. He said how he had to be selective which buildings he went in, to avoid the ones that could contain smoke. Or else he would start to panic. We went into some kind of office or something. It was like he came to my rescue. It has helped in my dreams when other people in the dream agree that smoking is a nuisance.

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Then I was really mad and just sitting along the side of a hall way, leaning against the wall. Some how the grocery store had transitioned into a new type of building. Some times locations morph in dreams.

A man walked by who needed paper. He had a spiral bound note pad with paper he had written on one side of. I clearly saw the blue lines accross the page, and his writing in pencil. I had three different sized note pads. I had drawn on the front of every sheet of paper, but the backs were not drawn on. I pointed out that on top of a nearby vending machine, there were stacks of paper that might work for him. They seemed to be some kind of building plans. he said he looked there already. I guess those pieces of paper were all used, but some big construction paper sheets looked fresh to me. I was looking through to see which pages I could give him. I wasn't willing to part with most of them, but the ones in the back seemed like I could do without them. I tried to draw what I saw on them in waking life.

One page had this pencil drawing of Mew Two. It said the phrase "Mewtwo Continuum" at the top.

Two other pages had this circle with the letters "W" and "R" in it in black writing. It stood for "waking reality" and I guess depicted different zones of consciousness. The circle was going around an orbit. On one page it was red orange and on the other page, aqua. I had a sense that I had taken these notes earlier in the dream.

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Whatever else happened at the end, the last thing I remember hearing as I woke up was Robert Monroe saying something like, "Many people have seen me in their dreams and asked me who I am." I had the feeling something very cosmic happened at the end of my dreams this time but couldn't remember specifically.

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As I said, I almost thought I was going to draw a total blank on these dreams. It really scared me. They came back to my mind in a really delayed fashion. I am glad I didn't give up on them. I just kept thinking, "Come on, I had to have dreamed. What was it?" And aiming to reach the place in my mind that had the memories, staying perfectly still.

Living near a dock?

I definitely forgot some parts earlier on in this. I was doing something on a computer that was interesting. Something with the word "Trialed" As in "T R I L D" or a new L D technique. Then a heavier brown haired woman behind me was shaking her hair around, saying her hair didn't go down past her neck or chin. I turned around and said I thought she was doing a dance. Not that I was making fun of her.

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Then I had walked from a new home we had just moved to (in the dream context) and got to where the local creek is. I walked there and then realized there was no walk way back. I remember having passed under this bridge. I could hear some people in their boats, boating around very boatingly. I was thinking of how noisy the creek is and how it wouldn't be a peaceful place to live. I saw a bunch of sky blue out house things where the houses actually are if you look back up hill from the creek. The walk way vanishing and leaving me stranded on this dock thing was surprising enough for me to think I might be dreaming.

I tried a finger palm test. I am not sure what the result of it was, but I knew I was dreaming. My vision was fading in and out a lot, like the dream was trying to end. I tried to keep the dream going somehow. But I was pretty worked up. This tall white padded wall was behind me. To the left of that was this tall bridge that was black underneath. Cars were going fast on it and very noisily so. I didn't try looking out on the creek. I thought of just jumping in the water, but I was too scared. This big fish came up on the left side of the dock but the vision in the dream was very dim.

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I felt my body in my physical bed then but it was weird. because I was seeing this dream flash of a tan door and a golden yellow circular door knob. this seemed unusual to me because it would be too dark to see that right now. Also, I sleep with a blind fold, so I shouldn't be able to see anything. But I actually opened my physical eyes and could still see it, as if a hole was in my blind fold. (Later, I checked its position, and it had been fully covering my eyes. ) This was interesting just because of seeing something of a dream with my physical eyes open. This caused me to wake up fully though. As I woke up, I heard a voice say, "Curiosity killed the cat!" as if to say I shouldn't have opened my physical eyes, or I could have dreamed more.

*Later, I realized that my waking life door knob is a handle, not a door knob, but the same color as in the dream. This is good to notice these differences since often I dream of my physical room but when i wake up I realize there were slight or major differences I didn't notice from how it is in waking life.

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I think I botched the recall of these by moving to flick the voice recorder on too soon. I think if I had stayed still, I could have remembered further back. But I did it too soon because I was afraid I would forget it if I waited too long to record. So there is that fine line for me when moving too soon to record will dislodge parts of the dream before I can think them through. Where as waiting too long can lead to me falling back asleep and losing much more. Gotta find that sweet spot in those times and it is okay to not do it perfectly every time.

Trapped in a room, scared!

I forgot earlier parts of this dream. My memory starts with me in a library. I was looking at a book shelf. I was looking at this book on the shelf about dogs. It was a childrens book with a Lavender cover. There was another of the same book to its right, but wider, as if part had been cut off the one I had returned. There was a hand written note saying my name, and "Come talk to me please, from, Michael" who i guess was a librarian.

I went up to the librarians and tried to ask them about the book. Then the desk reminded me of the dock in the previous dream and I realized I might be dreaming again. That was kind of a unique lucidity trigger. I tried a finger palm test. Again, I don't clearly remember it going through, but I knew I was dreaming. I tried to talk to the librarians about something, or ask them to help me stabilize the dream. But then I flew over their desk. Then I flew really far to the right side of the library. I forgot the rest of that part of the L D but I lost stability and "Woke up" in another L D.

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As the next dream began, I was opening and closing my eyes. I saw that the kitchen at my parents old house was appearing before me, and I knew it was a dream. I kept trying to check my hands anyway, for stability mainly. I kept losing my vision, but then I would use a lot of mental will power to make the dream reappear again.

the palms of my hands had tiny hands growing in each of them. I had never seen that before. At one point I saw this flash of these ghosts shaped like dog heads kind of fly by, maybe making some noise, which was kind of scary. Then I was back to walking through the house, checking my hands, and trying to get to the front door for some reason. No real dream goals came to mind, I was just responding to what was around me.

Then I found myself in the living room of that house. I saw the red couch my parents had long ago, some windows, and some other stuff. A table in the middle. Stuff all around the walls of the room. And I noticed the doors had dissappeared so it was all closed off. I think some claustraphobia set in. I walked toward the remaining hall way but a wall magically appeared to seal the room off almost completely. There were still some windows but for some reason I didn't try going out them.

I thought I might still be able to go out the windows or phase out through a wall but I didn't try. Fear started to get the best of me. then this battle music from a video game, like Pokemon battle music I think, came on pretty loud. I thought that someone or something was coming to attack me. I oscillated between feeling like I could handle it and then feeling overwhelmed with fear. I contemplated choosing to wake myself up, but decided to stay in the dream as long as I could.

Then I felt myself pinned to a couch in that room. My fear got up to a new level as I couldn't move. I woke up at that point in my physical bed, with an image of a scary golbin sort of face in my mind, with long jagged teeth, and thought the dream through before moving, and that was a run on sentence. :-)

Although I was scared, this wasn't over the top nightmarish to me. It was kind of creepier than my usual dreams but I wouldn't count it as a lucid nightmare. I was feeling some fear but not night mare level.

Recon-SILLY-Ation with my sister!

I considered this dream a BONUS because I almost didn't fall back to sleep.

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I remember there were more dreams earlier but not what they were. One I remembered was seeing a little green grasshopper.

Then more stuff happened I forgot.

Then there was this part where I was trying to go into the Evolution fitness in the next town over. The lights were on bright. It was late, between 9 and 10 P M. The guy at the desk was saying that I can't work out unless I have a membership. Some how that didn't make sense, as if the gym is open to the public except for certain hours. My friend Steve walked out of the gym and said something to me as he was leaving. I remember the guy at the desk was the guy who worked in my local gym before it closed. I vaguely remembered something with a squat rack.

Then I think there were more parts I forgot.

Then the big lucid dream happened. I was at a desk in the room I lived in at my Nana's as a kid. I was doing something at a computer. There was some food up the desk and to my right I reached for at one point, wondering why I put it so far away.

I was hearing this song by a well known rapper. It was a "diss song" directed towards another well known rapper, or a few. The lyrics were very clunky and it sounded like a really un skillful free style. It seemed like he was dissing the people more just for something to say, instead of really meaning to say that message. As I listened to the words, I was doing something on the computer, or drawing. I forgot what though. Also I remember a kid there, maybe a tan kid or Hispanic. Not much about it though.

Then there was a distinct line of the song I was trying to remember. I actually dreamed that I woke up and clicked the button for my voice recorder and said it. It felt just like waking life. It is amazing how fast my dreams adapt to new habits.

So then I "woke up" into the room at my Nana's again, now looking at this black and grey male manican. "He" was wearing a blue shirt and plaid boxers on his head, and I forgot what kinds of pants, maybe brown. I was still repeating the lyric over and over to myself that I wanted to remember. Then this manican started to say something louder that took away my focus. [COLOR="#00FF00"][b]I realized this was a dream sort spontaneously. At first I thought the manican and I were going to fight, so I prepared to defend myself. We were kind of swinging our arms at each other but not touching. Then the manican turned away.

It occurred to me to ask him who he was. (That is pretty good lucidity for me. ) The manican actually became my sister. (Now the reason I titled the dream Recon-SILLY-Ation was that in my dreams in the past month or two, my sister has been trying to kill me! Something happened 1 or 2 months ago and now she has not been talking to me. So this dream was kind of nice. ) She was laughing and giggling a lot, kind of as if laughing at me. She sat on the edge of a full size bed in there, which I guess was hers, and said that we should put a video about this dream on You Tube. And that the title should have Capital Letters On All The Words and Include Feelings Words. It was really silly. She was kind of saying it to make fun of me because of how I want to tell the world about every dream.

Then she went to the head of the bed and poured this clear slimy liquid where the pillow would go. She put her entire head in the puddle of liquid and laughed more. It was a joke about drooling a lot. L O L. I was asking her something like, "Are we cool?" But she didn't respond in a direct way.

She was still laughing a lot, and it seemed to be laughing at me this time. I went to look in the mirror to see what it was, because who knows, maybe I had a funny dream face. I looked in the mirror, and I only had one nostril, and a big round face. My brown hat was on, poking up like a cone. Wait, I thought, did I just have only one nostril? And I looked again, and there were two. This time I saw how big and round my face was, and my nose was really flat. Also my teeth were pointier and had more spaces.

I forgot exactly how it ended. I think I turned around to face my sister again and then felt myself lose stability. I must have tried to rub my hands, and then everything faded out.

I think this dream ended with this flash of that fuzzy grainy grey black and white T V channel screen thing from the olden days. Either this dream or the last. That's the second time I have noticed a dream end that way.

Notes.

These dreams tonight were definitely cool ones. The last dream really pulled it all together and gave the night of dreams a lot of meaning. As I typed them up and listened to my voice recordings of them, I also made some hand drawings which captures some of the visual memory from the dreams. It worked out pretty nicely this morning and I felt fairly focused and productive.

Round 1 of Dreams (Mixed Fragments).

There was this part where I was going to join a group of people. They were excluding me and I was fighting them. T H and K S, not getting along, sending an e mail.

Some dream detail about being in the sky. Swimming into the sky and spinning?

There was a part where I was working for G A and I had to call someone. I called the actor who plays J L on a show and talked to them. Something about my Dad's new phone or new job.

Guitar thing. I was trying to buy this guitar. It was a different kind of guitar, with this pickup kind of thing on the bottom of the fret board. Like this small black rectangle with extra frets. Something about someone from one of the Asian countries.

License part. I was trying to buy something from this guy, but he said my license was no good. It had some red mark on it it doesn't usually have. It made me ineligible to buy certain things. I was at the checkout register. I was supposed to get together this packet of songs I wanted to learn. It was like they went beyond standard license checks. The guy at the register was an older guy.

Guy putting plastic on his floor. Someone in my fraternity house was lining his floor with plastic in case anyone made a mess in there by partying. They had just added a new wooden floor. They were afraid people would get in because their door knob was missing. It was like a plastic drop cloth thing but ripped at the edges.

Dangerous Dog.

I was at the back door of my Nana's kitchen. There had been this dog in the back yard who was trying to get in. We had all run inside because it was a dangerous dog. Some of my friends from college were there. I opened the door so the dog could climb into this cage thing, but when the dog got part way in, it was blocked by a barricade of other items I had put there. However, there were some clear gaps in the barricade. The dog thing was talking to me. I heard my friend D F say something about someone giving him money so he could pay a debt.

We all drove somewhere with the dog. It was a white and grey dog. It looked sad in the cage. On the way there, we were all talking in the car. My friend in the drivers seat was about to smoke a cigar and I was freaking out. I hurried up out of the car.

I asked my friend A R to carry the other side of the dog cage and run with me to somewhere we could drop it off. I told him it will only take 30 minutes. We were going to some kind of concert or music event, so we didn't want to lose much time. However, I didn't really think we would take only 30 minutes.

When we got there, I expected that some drunk college kids would play with the dog from outside the cage and get bit. I imagined a really drunk girl doing this and thought maybe we shouldn't leave it there.

We had given the dog a bone in chicken breast and when I looked again, it had totally cleaned it down to the bones.

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I saw E L and C N. E L was wearing a big hoodie with the name of the college we went to on it. Someone there said something about how they were violated emotionally. I was like, "dang, yo," in kind of a rapper's voice. Then I wondered why I impersonated that culture.

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There was something with a girl I knew from a meeting in my room. It was like she was jealous I was making more time for other people.

I think I moved too much before I began recalling these dreams. I needed to go to the bath room but I re arranged my bed and maybe I could have waited to rearrange my bed until after recalling dreams.

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Earlier in the dream there was some kind of long highway drive or plane ride. I couldn't remember as much about this.

Some fragments.

There was some kind of Beast Wars Scene with Rhinox. He looked "like a boss". There was another Maximal guy to his right, I forgot who.

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I was at this restaurant with these wealthy people. Writing something. Then I saw all of these wealthy people sitting around a table. They had some kind of mini anchor pendant things they were collecting. First the dream screen focused on one woman at the head of the table. Then it focused on a woman to her left, who had a big stack of mini boxes all around her. Each box was about the size of a soap bar. I wondered how I had lived my whole life not knowing about this belief system of theirs. I would have remembered this better if I had recorded it sooner, I think.

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There was something with Winnie the Pooh and Tigger. Then Tigger was flying through the hundred acre wood. Then his body morphed into some kind of support beam like you would see holding up the overhang by someone's front door. It was orange with black stripes like Tigger.

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I fell back asleep while thinking through those last dreams. Then I was dreaming of being in this store buying flowers. I was buying two boquet things of flowers. They were both marked to be 3 to 4 dollars. The lady at the register was weighing the flowers on some scale where I could see the bright green digital digits going all wild, but I didn't notice it was a dream. The scale said something like two point one pounds of flowers. The lady was ringing me up for 29 to 30 dollars though. A guy came up to my right and he was being pushy. He was saying some words. I was saying something like hold the clippings. I forgot why I was getting the flowers.

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I recovered the previous dreams by luck but I really would be better off recording them sooner. Sometimes I think I will remember next time I wake up and that tends not to be true.

More Dream Fragments.

I had a dream that was kind of cool. But all I remembered was being Link and spawning in this square portal. There was a walkway for me to go up. It was brown and like in video games, there was a black void all around it. To my right were two pots, one with gold, another with I think silver in it. This blue monster thing spawed a bit up the brown walk way, to the left side of it. I was still near the portal on this square platform. I walked near one of the pots. I threw the pot at the monster from long range and knocked it off the level. I was surprised though because it seemed to happen automatically. I forgot the rest of this. I was seeing it from the outside like in a video game.

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I was in the food store parking lot. I had those fabric grocery store bags. In them were some dirty tupperwares. I was wondering how I would grocery shop with those in there, as if I would be putting the groceries in the tupperwares. I thought I might wash them in the grocery store bathroom.

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I was in my bed room but in a dream. The sheets were all torn off the bed and the lights were on. I was wondering how this happened. Now that I think about it, there was a lot more in the dream that was different from waking life. When I looked again, my comforter had these brown or green circles of some kind of gunk on it. I thought it was from drool. I smelled it and it didn't have much of a smell. Then I went in the bathroom and the floor was white. The floor was all covered in a layer of puddled water. I wondered why. I thought it was waking life. I think i woke up still wondering how I would fix the water leak or something like that. How I could do dream state checks next time I see that in waking life, not realizing it had already been a dream! L O L.

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There was a part where I was looking in the fridge. Trying to remember a phrase from a previous dream, unaware it was still a dream.

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Something at my current house with mom and sister.

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There was another part where I was looking at this computer screen. There was this dial or adjustable bar that scrolled up and down, like a volume bar. But it changed the tint of the screen just from blue to purple or purple to blue. It seemed bright. I think it was part of an audio editing program.

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I had a false awakening to where I was trying to dream journal. I dreamed I had fallen asleep in my bed, laying on my back. My tan cushions were even on the bed, but when I woke up, I wondered how I had fallen asleep on my back. I was trying to record my dream. I had the same headset, even modified with the pop filter like my microphone I use for recording dreams in waking life. There was some rap music playing loudly and I wondered how I would recall my dreams. I would have to walk far to get anywhere quiet. And even if I recorded them, the music would get into my recording file. I remember hearing what I thought was a famous actor's voice saying he thought it was Dostoyevsky, kind of rubbing his chin pensively.

There were some people talking. There were these blue alien things. They had heads like a hammer head shark but these funny pokey mouths. I have to draw this. Then there was something that looked like a person kicking from within their stomach. They were saying the most powerful human on the planet was Arnold Schwarzenegger. There was some kind of high pitched voice saying that I think. This part may have been before the dream when I was Link, back in the beginning.

Notes.

My dreams tonight seemed thinner and my recall seemed lower, too. Seems like a bit of a dry spell for some reason. Every time I have a dry spell of dreams, I am wraught with worry all the next day, that I will have another dry spell the coming night. So I rack my brain to try to think of anything I could do to ensure I remember lots of dreams. I need to stop worrying and stop fighting it and just surrender. At least thats what I think. Sometimes my dreams and recall flow but other times they ebb and the worrying or trying too hard to figure out what I did wrong the next day might be counter productive.

The dream scene is a cliff. On the right is a steep drop to a deep ocean with waves crashing against the cliff. We are on the very top of the cliff. In my vision I overlook a small uprising to the left of me and a small little cave uplifted from the land to the right. It seems like there's a large colony of species here. That species are like a bunch of Dr. Mundo's from LoL running around. And I'm a little blue guy, or someone is a little blue guy running around.

Part of that dream is I'm trying to get downtown to have fun with my roommate Mustafa. And the last stop is a bar that seems like the last stop and we are simultaneously there are the bar drinking while also being there the next morning hungover talking about the night before. And we were at the last stop for several moments interacting with other entities. But eventually I was in an adventure of the small blue guy who was in jeopardy of floating off of this cliff. This place had the classic non threatening zombie feeling.

My next dream was at an amusement park. I think a lot of things happened at this amusement park, I always think it's at KD but who knows.

I remember I appeared at the top of the hill of this random roller coaster going up and down hills that were very high up in the air but the turns were 180 degrees and the extra hills in between. I remember thinking this was BS. I started to be on the roller coaster as it was going into some sort of commercial, it was telling me that it was the bumpiest ride in the world and it started to go over bumps, then it started to tell me it was like the squishiest ride "I say like because it wasn't the direct language but it said something like this" and then the seats started to get squished and the roller coaster was shimmying forward towards the station.

We eventually got into the station which was this oddly shaped station sort of shapped like the voice stadium. There was a rollercoaster that came through. I had the thought that I wanted to ride in the front so I left people go in front of me even though I was near the very back. The train came back and I was going to get on but realized I wasn't in the front so people were getting in my seats. Another train came that had an extra blue seat like a handicap seat. I got an overview of the place and I could not see people were going to the bathroom near the ride and looking at the big screen in the station. It turned into a summer camp sort of thing.

Later on I was in a dream at the amusement park.

For the record I've been to this dream amusement park many times I recognize it pretty well.

At some point I was in the park and the beginning was the lochness monster from busch gardens and I was getting taken into the park on a beginning trip. They brought me to the ride which apparently had two options, one being the whole ride and one being the place where we go upside down. I think we ended up doing the upside down part as we went through the station.

My view eventually shifted and I was in this massive place like we were ants compared to this amusement park. There was this wall filled with rides in front of us. There were sections of places.

I remember I was in between the sections climbing around. There were black ropes in between these places. I was swinging around these places having fun. It was like a giant game. There was a danger zone in the middle but it wasn't dangerous. I was swinging between the places. I meet up with a group of people, one of them is Abby and she starts to talk about her body in a way.

Eventually I someone am outside that place on the side of a house or in the basement of this place and there's a white house with green shutters or dark shutters to the right of me. It's a suburban house with a very tight down gate, I mean the dog comes out and has one or two feet or room wrapping the house with a dog bone in front of it. I remember the dog from a previous dream.

Fell asleep at: 11:30 PM


Woke up at: 6:30 AM



Dream 20: Damn QTE's...

Laying on my bed during the daytime, early morning I'd guess. I'm playing a sort of Heavy Rain styled game on my 3DS with a zombie apocalypse setting. My character is limping away from a horde of zombies as both of his legs are broken. The button prompts are faded and move around on screen, obscuring my vision as I try to determine what button it wants me to press.

For some reason, I had a really terrible time trying to get past the QTEs. I distinctly remember my character getting chomped on by zombies two times because of failed/missed button prompts. I got real pissed off and just turned the game off afterwards.

This is one dream I really wish I had gotten lucid in, honestly. The morning sky, vivid imagery, and near life-like setting would have been an amazing world to play around in. It could have very easily turned into a level four lucid dream if I tried.

Creepy FA

I woke up in my room with semi sleep paralysis. I felt an evil presence there and started calling out to Satan??? Really strange I would do that. That's all I remember.

I had a lucid at some point but I forget the details.

Cookies

Asuka sent me to visit Jamie with a bunch of cookies. I felt very awkward bringing them over. I kept wondering why Asuka would send me to visit someone i haven't talked to in several years. I was really dreading the meeting.

Lost

I was heading home but wound up in my backyard and discovered a huge ditch with parts under construction. I tried crossing a part with a bridge that was just a tarp strung up. I fell off it somehow and landed on a plank. I discovered pathways in the ditch and the place seemed a lot bigger. I didn't want to get lost in there so I decided to try and climb back up.

Other dreams are coming to the surface but can't hold onto them.

1 million

Dream about some youtuber who said he would take off his hat if he hit 1 million subscribers. He wound up hitting that many. Then he was walking around town at night with his hat off. I thought he looked really strange with a bald head.

Video.
Here was my dream journal drawing video for the day.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8dS2CLwuPIk

A few nights ago my dreams were more vivid when I played my Pokemon game. I can't always find time to play it but I will try to pay attention to if vivid dreams correlate with when I play that game, since it is graphically vivid.


Return the Gold Coins.

This was the first time I woke up throughout the night. The first part of the dream that I can remember involved a baseball game. The first baseman caught the ball and got a guy out who had just bat. It seemed fast.

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I was in a parking lot, backing out of a spot with friends in the car. I rubbed against the car to my right, but there wasn't damage.

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My Dad was helping me or my friends get out of a parking space or something. He was setting up a rig to tow the car. Before we left, I had to return this stack of gold coins. My Uncle would be mad if I took the gold coins with me. I really wanted to take them with me. But I looked around the woods we were in to find a place to put them. They were gold coins with a reddish shine.

I gave the gold coins to an older woman whose house was nearby. Then I saw W N pushing a janitor's cart from bathroom to bathroom. Also somewhere in there I washed a baby's face.

My sister shot me!

In parts I forgot, there was some kind of video game my sister and I were playing.

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Where my memory starts better is that my parents were having J R and L L over, two of their friends, and other friends in that friend circle they had. L was cooking some rice dish. he warned me that there was alcohol in it. My Uncle was commenting on my Pokemon shirt and saying something was the solution.

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I found myself eating some of that rice, then wondering if the alcohol had been cooked out, or put on after cooking. Not wanting to risk it, I spit out the alcohol.

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I got into a fight with my Mom and Sister somehow. In the kitchen I was shaking my fists at them and saying mean things. My Mom said I have a lot of issues. I forgot what sparked the fight. I was afraid she would call the police when I was just expressing my emotions.

The lights got brighter and I was trying to take out the light bulbs. When I took both out, a new light came on.This made me realize it was a dream. My sister ran into my Mom's room and I followed her. I could tell she was going to get a weapon to attack me for some reason. Sure enough, once I got to my Mom's room, she was reaching into a white couch. She pulled out a shot gun and aimed it at me. She fired it. I didn't know what to do. I don't remember what exactly happened after that. I think I had a false awakening of trying to dream journal before actually waking up. Also, I fell back asleep before I recorded these, and had to do some mental digging. Luckily, I was able to salvage some. Got to walk that fine line between not recording too soon before I am done going over it in my mind, while not waiting so long to record I fall back to sleep.

Flying Dog

My memory of this dream begins with me being hit with a tranquilizer dart. I forgot what happened before that. But I was lucid at that point.
So I was a dog running around. Then I was hit with a tranquilizer dart kind of thing. But instead of a tranquilizer, I got the understanding that it was actually a stimulant dart. It gave me the power to fly and concentrate. There were all these colored darts on the walls. I was in some kind of competition where the goal was to fly around and gather as many darts as possible as fast as I could. The darts became magic markers. I realized I could use telekinesis to pull the darts to me. This helped me gather a lot more points faster. I had to put them under a table as I went. Eventually I just chilled out in one place and moved them all telekinetically. Then up on a balcony thing there was a woman pulling down some darts. I used telekinesis to put a bunch of giant aqua green markers on top of her. It didn't crush her or anything, just sort of rolled off her back. I don't know why I did that.

Then I was a human again. I had a crate of silver coins. A woman asked me for help getting a quarter out of a coin collector case, like the ones they had for the states quarters. I helped her get it out. Then there was a very small child there, crying a lot. I thought of giving him a quarter, and maybe that would help him feel better. A slightly older toddler was behind him, not crying. I decided against giving him the coin since that might not be what he needs now. maybe he needs someone to just listen. I think that was the part I woke up from. Maybe I could have asked, "Why are you crying?" But I didn't think of it.

I think after that one was when I had my false awakening. I dreamed I was writing and recording my dreams. But in a different setting than usual. A brown room with 3 guys at a big podium, talking about some different things. The guy on the right was being silly and making silly hand gestures. Then he went and sat in a chair on ground level. I looked closer and saw he had a big neck. he looked to me like a popular actor who has passed on so I wondered what he was doing there. Then it became a T V show which ended. Then another show began. I could feel everyone in the room having a sense of togetherness about watching the show together. The show started with seeing someone walking from behind a glass window. It was called University of Pace. Then I woke up.

Brontosaurus Kiss!

This dream sequence began, well, I forgot how exactly it began. At one point I was trying to get a grease trap from my old house to bring to install in the stove in our new house. I was afraid it wouldn't line up size wise but then it turned out it looked like it would.

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After that my memory of it begins with me examining this thermostat. It looked more like a circuit breaker but it was where our thermostat used to be in my parents previous house. I was worried because no one had lived there for a few days, but the heat had been on. So I was trying to turn it off. I didn't want to call my Dad to ask him how, because he would be stressed that it had been on. My friend was there and trying to help or something. There was an on or off switch type thing on the top right but nothing was clear. I thought of unplugging it or something.

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In the next part I remember, my sister was enabling these younger kids to take my stuff or mess with me. I was kind of scolding the younger girl but not too harshly, which I feel bad about, because I am not in favor of scolding kids. Then her Dad came up and he was this huge man with black hair. He said something about "all this mess".

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I was in the back yard of my college house.I realized I was in a dream when I saw a little brontosaurus. I went up to it and it gave me a kiss! I forgot the other details.

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I was walking up from a near by beach and saw a person in a white car. Something made me realize it was a dream and I went to talk to them. I climbed into the car through their front window. They said they were a manifestation of my bed.

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I had a false awakening of me running to find my car. I was trying to write my dreams on this plastic board in markers. It seemed almost not to work. I was freaking out because my car was no where to be found, and time to record my dreams was ticking away.

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I had another false awakening where I was at a camp site. It was morning and I was trying to record some dreams before going for a little more sleep. Beyond a fence, two kids were walking by. I said good morning. They said, good morning, we're going to "shoot out the birds for the morning!" I thought that sounded like a terrible thing to do! L O L. I was mainly worried about being able to write my dreams and get back to sleep, which would be hard with them shooting. But I was aware I couldn't stop them.

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I had one more false awakening of being in my physical bed. I dreamed I was writing my dreams, then typing them, then wondering why I wasn't using my voice record them first, like I have been. I became lucid when standing to the left of my bed. I was hearing this pod cast of two guys talking about emotionally shut down kids and how to help. I realized it was a dream because the sound was not coming from any where. I actually cried in the dream and asked the guys to keep talking. I said I needed their help. I think I forgot it was a dream and laid back down in my bed. I drank from a soda bottle then a water bottle and then tried to voice record my dreams.

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I woke up in my physical bed, for real this time, amazed. it was funny because with each false awakening, I realized the false awakening before that had been a dream, but not the current one.

Notes.

I was frustrated with my recall so I made this playlist of all the Youtube videos I ever found which give advice on dream recall, as well as dream recall meditations and affirmations audio programs.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JMSz...aOUQiN7rW8EK3L

I plan on keeping adding to this as I come accross more videos on dream recall. My idea was to just listen to it on Shuffle. It is exclusively about dream recall. It has lots of videos from at least 25 different people.

Hello. I haven't made a DJ entry in a while, but have once again started recording dreams in my personal dream journal on 2/20/18, so I figured I should post some of these dreams here, to test my new formatting and share the dreams.

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2018/2/20
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Cliffs and Smiths

I am somewhere, looking at a steep cliff that encompasses the entire area. There is a gate with a steep set of stairs going down the cliffs. I point it out for some reason. Just as I do this, a carriage, drawn by two horses, exits the gate, and begins to descend the stairs. The carriage, along with its contents, are bobbing up and down in mid-air rapidly. (This was incredibly funny to me upon waking up. This being written in text really does not do the sight any sort of justice.)


Suddenly, I am atop the cliff, past the gate (I do recall getting up there somehow, but am unsure as to the exact manner I used to ascend. I believe the dream may have implanted a false memory there, but I'm kind of unsure). I have someone craft something for me, though I am unsure of the specifics of who was crafting what for me. However, I am informed by someone of a certain rule involving crafting: 'You can't look at the craftsman, or he can't work, but you also can't look away from the craftsman, or he can't work.'

I try to allow the craftsman to work by keeping him in my peripherals as I walk down a road, but I find difficulty in not looking directly at or away from the craftsman. This is the single most frustrating thing I have ever experienced.

I wake up, without the craftsman ever finishing.

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Shared Dream Quest!

I am with two of my friends at a dock, in what I assume to be a different country. We are doing 'Shared Dreaming,' (though not really) and looking for multiple pieces of something. We end up in a water dream. I am a fish. I see something embedded in the sand, and go to collect it. I am suddenly surrounded by other fish. Turns out my friends ended up as predatory fish, while I was a prey fish. This, however, would never have any significance, because we 'wake up.'

I post something along the lines of 'I did it!' to Dreamviews, excitedly. Then, Sageous responds by interpreting it, though I am not sure how he did so. It was several paragraphs long, however. For some reason that I am unable to recall, this annoys me (Which is completely out of character for me, by the way).

I can't remember if the dream continued from there, but it didn't feel like I woke up directly out of the dream.

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2018/2/28
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Space Adventure Thing

The dream starts in a space wreckage. I maneuver around a bit. I can't really remember much about this part of the dream.

Suddenly, I am in a 'Classroom,' filled with kids, who I understand to be the remnants of humanity. There are buttons in front of all of the sets of children. I press one, and their appearances are shuffled.

I learn that I am a Youtube Gamer, playing a game.

Back in the classroom, I tease one of the kids whom I understand to be my sister. I don't tease her to be mean, I am only playing around. I wake up.

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2018/3/2
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Mitsuhashi

It's a Papa John's commercial, advertising noodles for some reason. The noodles were called 'Mitsuhashi' or something like that.These noodles looked immensely appetizing. Like, holy crap, those are the best looking noodles I've ever seen in my life. They genuinely were, on recollection, still the best looking looking noodles I have ever (seen?). I ask some people to go get some for me, but they say "Well, mitsuhashi means 'Cowardly' in Korean, so that should tell you all you need to know about it."

This convinced me that I shouldn't get those noodles, unfortunately. I wake up.

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After the dream, I looked it up. Mitsuhashi has no meaning at all, in either Korean or Japanese (I checked Japanese because it sounded more Japanese than Korean to me).






I didn't share all of my dreams, because some of them are kinda more personal than I'd like, so... yeah.

Date of Dream: MON 5 MAR - 2018



Dream No. 289 - Economics Class Torture

I don't remember what happened at the start of the dream. From where I do remember, I was in economics class with SHig. and he was just talking for ages and ages without giving the class a break. I eventually got frustrated and had thoughts of bailing out of the class for the day. The class had started at 12:00 PM and I decided that at 1:00 PM, I would try to escape. When it did hit 1:00 PM on my watch, I just got up and walked out of the classroom, with no other students making a reaction, only SHig. rolling his eyes at me.

I was then in some unknown outdoor suburban area, just walking around there and thinking about things. Eventually, a thought came into my mind that there was an economics project due today. I was suddenly dreading the fact that I bailed the class. I realised that the class was going to end at 3:30 PM and so I would have to get back before then to hand my work in. There was a major problem and that is that I was extremely far away from “school” (supposed to be TAFE in real life) and that there would be no chance of me getting there before 3:30 PM.

I started to brainstorm if there were any ways I could get back in time and I eventually had an idea. I would call for Dreamy WB and ask her to take me back. I woke up before I could do anything further.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None

2018, 03-04

Haunted House

I am in a long hallway. I look around to see where I am. The hallway is dimly lighted and the walls are lined with disturbing paintings but no doors. The paintings all depict people and animals being tortured by monsters, so I do my best to ignore those as I proceed down the hall. As I proceed I notice the hallway seems to be getting distorted, twisting around me until I am walking on the wall instead of the floor. It is proving to be quite disorienting, but I see an opening at the end of the hallway and I make for that. I step through the opening and then immediately fall to my right, landing on the floor of the room. The orientation of the room has corrected itself from that of the hallway. I get to my feet and look around the huge room. The room is almost so large that I could be outside, illuminated by a dim glow. I see torches burning on the walls that appear impossibly far away. Behind me, a door slams shut, blocking access to the weird hallway. Then the door itself disappears and becomes part of a blank wall.

I’m not really sure where to go now, so I start walking forward and into the vast room. I see someone up ahead, as I get closer I see it’s a woman with her back turned to me. She has long black hair hanging down her back and it sounds like she is crying. I ask her if she is ok and the crying abruptly stops. The woman slowly turns around and glares at me with hatred in her eyes. She looks like the woman off of The Grudge, her long hair whipping around her head as she turns. She is glaring at me with an incredibly evil look and then she snarls that it’s all my fault. I ask what is my fault? She just repeats that it’s all my fault and then she shrieks like a banshee. As if they’ve been summoned by her shriek a flock of strange birds swoops down attacking me. I focus on Damage Inc. and take them down with a large fireball. She shrieks like a banshee again and now zombies dig their way out of the floor and attack me. I use fire again, blasting the zombies away with fireballs. But I don’t aim any fireballs at the woman, she needs help.

After the zombies are gone the woman seems even more pissed. She asks in a rage why I have to always ruin everything? I still don’t know what she is talking about, what I might have ruined. I focus on the song Touch My Heart from the Devil Hunter Yohko soundtrack. More of the birds are attacking, and I see zombies as well, but the song has surrounded me with a shield of light energy and when they try to pass through it they erupt into flames and are consumed. So I focus the energy of the song on the strange woman. Light energy erupts and surrounds the woman as she comes towards me, shrieking louder than ever. I can even hear her shriek threatening to drown out my music. I focus on making sure the music stays louder, but it is near deafening. The song comes to an end and the light energy flows into the woman, and she collapses to the ground. The light becomes momentarily blinding and then it fades…

I am now standing in a rather normal looking hallway. It is not too long, and there are doors on both sides. The pictures hanging on the walls are the standard type, landscapes and other places, nothing disturbing or creepy. There is a woman on the floor not far from me. She looks hurt. I go over to her and ask if she is ok. She says she thinks so, but doesn’t sound certain. I focus healing energy through her in case she is hurt. I ask her what happened, she says she’s not sure. She says she saw something of a strange light but she’s not sure what happened. I look around to see if I can find any clues. I see nothing out of the ordinary. Then everything fades as I wake up.

Date of Dream: SAT 3 MAR - 2018



Dream No. 288 - Cooper Gang TV Series

I don't remember what happened at the start of the dream. From where I do remember, I was in some sort of unknown house but it did feel like the interior of a property in the United States. It was some house like they were they were shooting for a live TV show. In fact, it was a TV show and a different door would be used for each different episode of this Sly Cooper reality show. First of all, Sly and Bentley were showing me around the house, this house acted as the hub area for this dream. They were really friendly in this dream and were talking to me a lot, especially Bentley.

They then took me through one of the doors and we found ourselves in some outdoor area with lush grass, lots of trees, and golden sunlight. There was some mysterious narration going on in the background. It mentioned something about how this was the scene with Murray; I forgot the rest of the commentary but I was already starting to get the feeling that it wasn't going to be good. Then I see this golf cart like vehicle rolling into the scene, being driven by some stranger and Murray was in the passenger seat.

Although the door was supposedly, still closed, the window was open and Murray jumped through that. As soon as he got his surroundings, he looked violently towards me and started charging towards me. I knew what was going on now; the environment of this scene had made it so Murray was trying to kill me. I cried out “No, Murray! Stop!” as I kept backing away further and further towards the door. Sly and Bentley grew a really concerned look on their face and went to each side of me to grab me and evacuate me out of the scene, back through the door and back into the house.

When we were back into the house, I followed Sly and Bentley across the kitchen area as they were talking to me again. As we headed into the dining room, Bentley asked me “And who's your favourite member of the Cooper gang?”. I thought about it before I replied but I said “Well, sorry to say this but my favourite is actually Murray... Despite him trying to kill me”. Sly and Bentley weren't offended at all and rather, they sounded happy to hear that.

This random blue soft toy then appeared in my hands and it looked nothing like Murray, but the aura coming from it suggested that it was Murray. The only thing that suggested Murray's appearance were the eyes, covered by the goggles but that was it. I hugged the toy, carrying it around with me while Sly and Bentley quietly followed me around the house. I spoke to the toy like it would say something back to me but that never happened.

As I came across one door in the house, I remembered that it was the one that led to the killing scene. I said to myself, “Gack! Keep away from that door...” and then to the toy, “We're not going in there or some bad things could happen with you”. I envisioned that the toy would transform back into the real simulated Murray and the killing attempt would repeat. The dream then ended there.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None

Laying in bed with light streaming into an unfamiliar bedroom, I look outside to see nothing but water up to the level of the window. It looks nice and clear. There is a raised bit of smooth rocks which the water is streaming over and what appears to be a lake beyond.
I then use my powers to shift the bedroom (not sure why) to somewhere where there are people. Can't remember much else.

Once again, my memory only picks up partway through what seems to be a large, complex plot mostly full of unfamiliar people and settings. This setting, from what I recall, visually resembled an exaggerated version of the American Southwest—think mesas and sunsets, but more so— although the action and characters didn’t seem to match up with it in any discernible way.

My friend Ona and I are swimming in an indoor pool when two men we’re acquainted with who are cousins arrive and say that they’ve reserved it for a period of time, starting now. I can see from a chart with colored boxes on a grid that they have, so Ona and I get out and sit at a table in a sort of an adjoining area overlooking the pool. There’s a hint of past antagonism or rivalry with these men, one of them in particular, having to do with things from the earlier part of the dream I forgot.

After a little while, the other man comes over to the table. He has something for us: some ara and a loaf of fresh bread, which we accept. He doesn’t say it, but this seems to be a sort of apology for us having to leave the pool.

Somewhere along the course of us sitting there, the area transforms into an ornate theater, where people are starting to come in. As before, we’re in a sort of raised area, this time above where the stage and the lower seats are, but there are other seating areas wrapping around it in a semicircle. Many of the people seem to disapprove of us drinking alcohol, which doesn’t really bother us, and, in any case, has happened plenty of times before. But we aren’t bothering anybody, and if they don't like it, that’s their problem. But still—even though I want to like the guy who gave us this and believe that it was a sincerely meant gift, there's also the possibility that his beastly cousin put him up to it because he knew we’d get flak for it. I examine the glass: it’s quite pretty, with some transparent colored parts in an art nouveau-like abstract pattern—and above that, a silhouette of the Prague skyline. The golden city and one of its golden ages. I briefly wonder if he has a whole stockpile of these just for giving away to people.

The next part of the dream involves the production itself, which doesn’t seem to be taking place on a stage, but rather along a street—a straight, flat dirt road with low buildings on either side, again, with a Southwestern vibe. The audience and actors alike are here—or some of the actors, anyway. The protagonist, a woman in a green dress, will be passing along here and looking into some of the shops, having some improvised dialogue with the shopkeepers, but she isn’t here yet.

I know this actress personally and find her unpleasant—this also seems to go back to the earlier, forgotten parts of the dream—so I’m going to mess with her a little bit. I go to one of the shops, which is selling art, and rearrange it so that a collection of pictures titled “Halloween Bestiary” is on display on a small stand outside the door. I then flip the latch on the shop door, which is hanging open, so that the it will lock automatically the next time someone closes it. I then make sure I’m out of the way by the time the actress playing the shopkeeper arrives.

The woman soon notices the door and is alarmed. If she can’t take the woman in the green dress inside to look at things and is stuck with the Halloween Bestiary pieces outside, the script would require her to pretend to like them, which would irritate her to no end. She is relieved that it’s still open—but just then, my aunt steps out of the shop and closes the door behind her, oblivious to the trouble she’s just set in motion.

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