non-lucid

01-Nov-2016 - ND - Two girls, one bike + 2 WILD - #1) Watch sheet's molecules - #2) Surf and Snowboard

Finally managed to rack up a semi-decent night of sleep
ND contains one very common DS that I missed
The two WILDs are quite uninteresting, with the only exception of snowboard track on the 2nd WILD, which is nice

ND - Two girls, one bike

I am in a large room, may be a garage, together with two girls: one is SR ~my age, the other is younger, I don't know her, she's riding a bike.
I notice that under her coat she's wearing nothing (!!!) and I can see a tattoo below her bellybutton - this shocks me, but I do not question my reality

I also take a bike, I do some close call stops before hitting a wall. Then I ask where the brake handles are (!!! - I've already used them), and the girl shows me. After riding some more, you can guess what happens with the girl (!!!) <SNIP>

I am in a car, SR is on the passenger seat, I am terribly sorry I got in touch with her and start crying (!!!), saying things like "I know that would happen" No more recall


WILD #1 ~2AM

Starting from previous ND, I manage moving into an LD, albeit not easily
I'm in a room, and I want to make it bigger with some trick.
With the help of someone else I cannot recall, I extend a sort of textile/rubber sheet, starting from the walls, then around some metal poles in the ground used to make corners (not 90'). I stop when I think the room is big enough.

Now I want to experience transformation of the molecules of this sheet into those of a wall (?)
I become smaller and smaller until I see a sort of three-dimensional grid around me, but that's it, nothing special happens

I try looking at water molecules.
I enter the cabin at Doc's lab, putting a water of glass into another cabin nearby

I become smaller, and find myself immersed in an empty space with some bubbles all around, lightly connected together. It should be a represantation of water molecules I guess. However, again nothing special happens.

I think I should complete my room, making walls and a roof, but I fall asleep, most likely of boredom


WILD #2 ~4M ~20/30min

This is linked to yesterday's IWL activity
I'm walking together with CDG, a F friend, along a beach. I ask her if we can do windsurf and snowboard together, and she's happy about it.
After some "preparation", I try windsurfing, but the effect is not very interesting

Then we move to snowboarding. I start descending at a slow speed, but after a drop I go much faster.
The scenery around looks beautiful, with a city far away, and lot of snow around.
The path has many curves, jumps and drops, providing nice physical sensations.
It lasts for perhaps one minute, then after attempting a loop, everything becomes more blurred and weaker

Overall, I am satisfied, and go to sleep

Although it truly began elsewhere, this dream really picked up when me father took pity on the misgivings of the earlier dream, which was very boring. He sent me on a vacation, to go find myself. I was on the plane with him, and when I looked out the window I saw I was in Bucharest. It was the absolute perfect sunny day, with green grass and tall orange buildings extending as far as the eye could see. The architecture reminded me of Hieronymus Bosch's painting "The Garden of Earthly Delights." I told my dad I'd spend the entire week here wandering alone, finding trouble and beautiful girls wherever I went. He approved.

Right before I landed, my dad left and I found Chris on the flight. He was also here for a solo vacation, though his flight was connecting and he would continue on to New Zealand. We shared how we had very similar sentiments about the nature of our trip, and that he had even been here before a year ago. The flight landed and I headed off to the largest, most grand building in the whole country. It was a temple, parliament building, community center and hotel. The building was like one massive pancake, with 4 tiers, each one serving one of those functions. The hotel was the second highest tier below parliament.

As I entered the building I saw a guru on a balcony drop acid. I knew this was the place to be. I was going to go to my room and then find that guru.

I did.

Upon a rooftop terrace of the grand building, I found the wizards, the gurus, a small group of sages who were all in the beginning of a long stage of imbibing psychedelics. I looked down in my hand and found a zip lock bag full of about 25 truffles. I ate two, and they kicked in immediately. I felt amazing. We decided to go explore the city and find some things to do.

There was only one catch. As I was walking to the elevators I checked my live 3D map to see where the border to Georgia was. In this reality, the black sea had been reduced to more of a blue lake, and I could see the nation from the coastal perch of the grand building. Even stranger, that lake was within Georgia's borders. And the shores which we were on. And the fields between us. In fact, the border was 20 feet away from me, right next to the edge of the building, across a tiny creek. I had to go jump over it. We ran to the creek and found a pretty bridge of stepping stones leading over it. Guarding the stones were 3 snapper fish, which had the heads and jaws of snapping turtles. They moved slowly but I could anticipate their bite. I crossed the stream but then turned to observe these creatures. Out of the muddy bottom, a full snapping turtle emerged and began intruding on their space. I watched an argument unfold between them about this infringement, and watched them try to bite his armored fingers off, to no success. I probably should have become lucid here, but I was far too entranced with these speaking predators.

On the other side of the creek were long, beautiful fields. I was watching the grass sway when a sniper bullet grazed past my forehead. Looking far down the creek I could see a huntress in futuristic armor with a laser rifle at the shoulder. She took another shot, this time at a comrade of mine. The battle began. A flurry of pursuit, evasion, running and gunning unfolded and eventually we shot her down. Realizing that this place would be crawling with enemies, we took to the building for sanctuary. Bad call. We dropped down a tier and entered a room, but found more enemies in a room filled with grass and rocks. Luckily they were pitifully low leveled. We removed them in seconds and looked around. This room was filled with grass like outside and seemingly lead further inside the building where the enemies would level up more, presumably.

Still tripping on acid, I decided to go back outside of the room, jump off the balcony and enter through the tier below us, while the gurus headed further in the easy room. I ran outside, jumped, and landed on a black patio. This was different and I could feel it. I opened the door and entered an identical room to the last, but instead of the grass, it was just pure black ebony with purple stones inlaid. Inside were three girls. All of them sultry, tan and wearing tight black. They smiled at me, and I had a feeling I was the first to come here in a very, very long time. I looked harder at them and saw their level: 8888. The sniper had been 14. This was the last floor, the first room leading up to what certainly contained the most powerful beast in Bucharest.

The girls did not move to attack but instead waltzed around the room, so I began a conversation. In the center of the room was a booth, like what the hostesses in a night club in hades would stand behind. I walked to it and stood against it, and the closest of the demonesses approached me. I knew there was no escape without killing them. I had come here to experience life, and so I would. As the demoness approached, I began to perceive her true nature. Each of them contained the power of a small sun inside them. Though perfectly human on the outside, their eyes had a certain spark that would dance like a flame, and their skin radiated beautiful energy that my acid-tuned senses were picking up on. It was incredibly intoxicating. This would be an OK way to die. She came closer, the heat of her beginning to warm me, passing right through my skin and into my belly, like hot cocoa.

I reached out and grabbed her waist. Wow. The flow was not instant but built quickly like the drop on a rollercoaster, blowing me away and making my head spin more with every millisecond. I pulled her tight and looked deep into her eyes. I had joined her energy, completing the circuit, and the moment we let go I would be completely destroyed. There was nothing left to do. So I kissed her, as any sane, balls-tripping adventurer would do.

The unity I experienced in this moment was so powerful I can still feel it. The other two froze, struck by the moment. This was the first time this had ever happened, not to them, not to others, but simply anything of this nature in the continuum, and the new precedent was already rippling its way outward, changing little bits of the fabric of time here and there in light of this new information. This new possibility.

We kissed and kissed and our bodies melded and she cried, a creation of a god given humanity, bound to destroy the giver. I felt her energies flow through me stronger and stronger, but slowly I came to understand them. I was a vessel too. And as more of her poured into me, I cried too, and I accepted it. The inevitability. Curiosity. What came next?

And suddenly, we were equal. The massive distance that separated us moments ago was gone, and as she rested her perfect skin against mine, I slipped back. And I was fine. She looked up at me, frozen in that moment after your last tear dries up, and before you smile.

I walked out.

I recall a dream fragment where my family took my house helper on vacation with us, we were in a Japanese restaurant. I was asked to order food for her but I told my mom I wouldn't know what the helper would like. I was also tasting what we have ordered prior. They taste great.

I also recall chatting with an internet friend on Steam.

Chris and I are in a truck. We're driving up north to a cottage, and we're talking about how he used to come up here as a kid. Loose wooded patches pass us by through the windows, and the grey light outside doesn't reveal any animals of sorts.

"When I was a kid, I had a dirt bike up here. That thing was fast, you cloud rip it anywhere up here pretty fast."

We got to his place, and left pretty quickly, with our little brothers in tow. We first went to a pavilion. Under it's roof was a small model of the surrounding woods. It had the mountains, rivers, and full typography modeled out in clay and paint. I picked up some pieces and saw that they were live, that they would expand naturally as I explored the place. Good, a map. We went for a walk down a forest path and came across an old barn. There were deep muddy trenches around it on either side, carved by trucks and heavy rain. More reason why the sky was so grey, thank god it was dry so far. I was looking at the barn, thinking about how pointless it would be to walk around just to soak myself in mud, when I saw something out the corner of my eye. Chris is standing with a cheeky grin, and next to him is a little pocket bike, like the ones for little kids. It has a little motor and wheels the size of canteloups. I hop on and kickstart the thing, and immediately it reveals to me that it has more power than it looks. The boys must have done some work on her in their childhood. I look around for some possible places to ride, but most areas are full of muddy water. There's back where we came from, or a path that strangely has snow cover. I choose snow, more adventure.

"Try it out, see if it still works."

It did. I was ripping off through the woods as fast as you could say 'wear a helmet'. I didn't need one, this was a land of childhood innocence and the forest would protect me. Down the path I went, through snow and patches of frozen ground. Soon I came upon a large circular depression carved into the snow, maybe 6 feet down and 50 feet in diameter, with a few expertly crafted snowmen spaced around the clearing seemingly at random. Aa staircase of snow at one edge lead to a deep uinderground network of snow carved tunnelsl; or so I assumed.

"Hey"

A man walked out from behind a particularly large snow man.

"You come to build?"

No I hadn't. So there were people here, strange. I had thought Chris' family owned all the land. And he roamed freely here as a child, strange. I noticed the guy was carving a perfect snail, with small delicate flowers growing from its shell, entirely from snow. I recognized this snail, and I knew that I must have seen the man before.

"I know you."

"Probably. Been coming here for years. Join in if you'd like."

What a weird dude. I nodded goodbye and headed off on the bike, bringing that little hopped-up motor to life and aiming her force back at the pavilion. I arrived to find Chris talking to my mom. They greeted me and showed me the map. More had been filled in! Strangely, some portion of it seemed off.. There was a mountain nearby that was covered in strange mud or rot that was obscuring the detail of the clay typography before. I wiped most of it off with my hand and then placed that section back on the map, not really any clearer on why it was like that. I resolved never to go near there. Chris said I could keep using ol' betsy, so I just immediately turned it around and went back toward the snow. When I saw the depression again I went clear around it and saw a rocky path going up a hill back into normal, non permafrost woods. Going up the hill I realized that the bike didn't have as much power as I'd hoped. It was a bit of a struggle to get up, but when I reached the top I saw something pretty iincredible. Beyond me the path continued down into a valley, and at the bottom was the ruins of a pretty massive pioneer era building. I ripped down the hill toward the place, but the closer I got the more of it was complete. It wasn't being built by magic, it was just the draw distance of my dream had not allowed those sections to load visually. By the time I got there I could hear people inside. I put the kickstand up and went in. I was not prepared for the inside.

I am surrounded by naked women. Some of them are insanely beautiful, some more average looking, but none who wouldn't turn a head on the sidewalk. I walk through the house, seemingly ignored by the occupants. I think they're part of the building, and I am the only guest. None of them engage me or pay me much mind, they just continue on with seemingly scripted movements and conversations. Two of them in another room begin to kiss. I walk downstairs to the basement, it's warmly lit. Entering the first room on the right, I see a bed and sit down for a moment to collect my thoughts. Where the hell am I.

"Hey"

A soft voice, like a tired girlfriend welcoming me back home in the early hours of the morning. The smell of hot cocoa. I look up. It's Scarlett Johansson. Spread so effortlessly on a chaise longue, she smiled softly at me, her eyes locked on mine. Sitting next to her against the other wall was another actress, a beautiful girl who I surely recognized but could not place. I said nothing, just waiting to see what was to happen. It happened quickly, yet at a glacier's pace all the same. Scarlett rose up, slinking with the practiced elegance of a feline huntress. She turned to the girl with a smile.

"Wait here for me baby"

She was soundlessi in her approach. I find her arms around me, her mouth kissing mine. She pulled back and smiled again, holding my complete consciousness in palm. Her eyes telegraphed a message to me. There was more to come. The giddy fire of a child on christmas rose up inside me. She had presents. She held my hand and lead me up the stairs. We were giong somewhere, but I knew that every inch of this house was crawling with other women, and I wanted just her. This place must be designed to fulfill your wildest carnal dreams. I had a greater idea of where I was now.
I grabbed Scarlett, finding myself already naked, and slid in her. I will forever be amazed by the power of this sensation when dreaming. The element of reality is missing, and it cannot be compared to the real thing in all of it's delicacy and presence, but that does not detract from the raw bliss.

I am at the top of an old wooden staircase, slamming one of the world's most beautiful women from behind. And somehow, I remember to pull out. I guess all of my practice in the real world has trained my subconscious for this moment in a deep way. She smiles at me, and then walks away, continuing on her scripted path through the halls. This place must have a lot of money, because she is the real thing, no android or lookalike, and this is what she does. I walk through the house and see more and more famous women, and a few patrons who have entered since I did. I leave, and go up the hill. I find a place crowded with people and carnival games. This entire woods must be one spread out retreat. I head back down to the shack to take it all in, and I see my dad and Paul M on a hill nearby looking down at it. My father is purchasing the pleasure cabin as his retirement investment. How he has so much money I have no idea. They leave to go celebrate the moment, and I speak to a man on the hill, which I now see is covered in hundreds of shirtless old men, like an old roman bath.

In the final moments of my dream, I look up and see the rain finally pouring, the grey sky giving in to its own weight. I open my mouth and feel the rain on my tongue, and then spit some out.

I wake up, and realize that I just spit a big gob of saliva onto my pillow. Gross.

1 pt non lucid (I had to get up at 4:30 to get my clown make up done for school so yep 1 pt is all I got.)

3 Step Goal:
Fly
Element Manipulation
Practice a Waking Life Hobby

Personal New Goals:
Voyage through a crack I make in the earth
Find my dream house
Take a magical train to another country

Week 2 task Intermediate:
Put on a halloween costume and gain the powers/abilities of the costume.

Non-luic: Mike & I were walking along a highway when we heard gun shots. We immediately got down in a ditch by a college campus. A guy died right in front of us . The world had become caos so we found refuge in a community of ppl at this college. There were a whole lot of awful things happening & ppl sharing stories. Then Mike & I witnessed a woman get shot & we patiently waited while an organizer person talked to a man who could acquire some medical supplies & other stuff. We were hoping for a gun but no dice. But we did get other items from him. We started walking around the campus that used to be the college pub. My first husbands brother was there. His wife was there too & she was telling us of their hardships about trying to keep a fire going when it was so cold. She also talked about water issues & a whole lot death. It was so sad. And as we went about things all throughout the dream was masses of death everywhere.

10/31/2016
10:30 – 2:30
4:00 – 5:30

Related to a different dream I had in the past. There was a group of people. A few adults and a couple of kids. We're trying to get out of like a house, but bigger than a house. There's this weird undead army, like with rotted military uniforms. They were no more than 20 or 30 yards away. They're not attacking us, but we have to make our way out. In the last dream they were more aggressive than they are this time. We're getting ready to leave and we're trying to pack up our stuff without them doing anything. Trying to make it out without them doing anything or making it worse with them. We were deciding what to get and grabbing sleeping bags and get ready without startling them. It was like "If we just be quiet they won't follow us for a while."

It ties into a dream I had before which was pretty tense and were being driven around by them and it was a lot more tense. At one point I realized that I hadn't washed my clothes and I was going to have to pack them dirty, but I said something like “We'll just make a washing machine when we get there.” The setting of the house was modern and normal, but the place we were doing to head toward was wilderness, maybe time shifted, but I knew that I had experience from going there before, so I was annoyed, but not worried. I don't remember that previous dream in WL, but I remembered it as a separate session while in this dream. This wasn't scary, but it was very focused and on-task, especially since we had kids with us and having to keep them quiet. I felt like they did well though, like they hadn't been to this place we were heading, but they were going to do fine.

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Short dream about work where I was heading to a meeting and found out the guy that supposed to lead it wasn't working there anymore, but he going to lead it anyway for some reason. I considered sending him a text, but then I woke up.

I was watching an egg hatch at first I thought it was a chicken then it became clear to me that it was some kind of exotic bird almost like a dinosaur. The edible looked extremely frail as if it was dying so I tried to pick it up and put it into water witch was its natural habitat. In the process of doing that I accidentally kill the animal and I feel extremely horrified.

I was hanging out with this girl that like me but I realized that she invited another guy to come hang out with us. she like this guy and I was like oh well whatever I don't really care. The guy that she invited was a famous Pick Up Artist by the name of Mystery. when he arrived there he said that he was mixed with black and white but in real life this is not the case. I was like well you don't look half black. and then we left on how we both pulled the same girl but we both didn't care because we both had many other girls.

Bed @ 2230 /w water
Woke @ 0110 /w full bladder

Trick-Or-Treating
It's the day of Halloween, and I'm working on some kind of project. My wife receives a call from her parents, and from what I can hear it sounds like they're on their way over. I get stressed out - they're coming hours earlier than expected, and I'm not going to get to finish my project, so some of my plans may have to be swapped around. I decide I should probably take a quick shower now, but I don't want to do it without checking with my wife to see if she needs anything else from me, and she's still on the phone.

Now I'm walking up a guy's driveway with the kids. He's got a transparent plastic sheet, which has been painted to look like a spider web, strung across the middle of the driveway. As we're walking around it, I note that it's barely flapping at all and realize that it's somehow attached to the driveway. I take a closer look and see that something like large nails has been driven directly into the concrete. I'm surprised that something so permanent-looking would be used to hold up something that's so temporary.

Now I'm standing in front of the house. A couple of guys are sitting there, greeting people and inviting them inside. It looks like they're throwing a party and inviting everyone who comes by. I overhear him talking with my father-in-law, and they're talking something about mirrors. For the first time, I notice the entire garage door is covered by mirrors, and - looking through the front door - I can see that the interior back wall is mirrored. Going inside, I find that every wall is mirrored. The visual distortion (though not hall-of-mirrors) really messes with me, and I have trouble keeping my balance as I walk. I'm carrying my toddler and have to step very carefully so I don't fall over. I hope no one looks at me and thinks I'm drunk. As I'm trying to get back my balance, I see a couple of bookshelves on opposite sides of the room. One has new and used movies, and the other has books. Neither one is very full, and most of the movies and books are lying on their sides. I assume that the owner's real reason for inviting us to his "party" was to get us to see his "store" and encourage us to buy something. I glance over the movies and don't see anything that even remotely interests me. I glance over the books and see "Adam of the Road" and remember it fondly; then I remember that it was my daughter who read it, not me, and that the book I'm thinking of is actually "Dark Rising."

BTB @ 0125 /w water
Woke @ 0230

Taking my pills
I'm in my bathroom. I look at the clock on my nightstand and see that it's exactly 3:00, which puts me only 5 minutes off from having had exactly 3 90 minute sleep cycles - perfect! Tonight I used water as my "alarm" since I wasn't sure when to set a real one for, but next time I'll just set my Fitbit's silent alarm. I take my galantamines, but I knock over the bottle as I'm trying to put the cap back on. Pills have gone everywhere, and I start to clean them up. My wife groggily sticks her head in and asks what I'm doing.

The dream was so real and so accurate that I was really confused when I saw the clock showing 2:30. It took me a couple of minutes to convince myself that it really was a dream and that I hadn't already taken it, but since I keep each dose in a separate compartment in a pill container, it was easy enough to prove that it really was a dream.

For the rest of the night, I didn't record wakings or dreams, so the dreams are less detailed and have no timestamp.

Long bridge
I'm watching a group of people driving across a long bridge to get to a city. As I look out to the sea behind them, I see many enormous waves. I wonder if the bridge is in danger from them, but I see that, despite how enormous the waves are, the bridge is tall enough to remain untouched.

Now I see the group reaching the bottom of stairwell in a parking deck. They're somehow in peril.


Flying computer
I'm in what looks like a large room in an office building. Tables with short stacks of rack-mount servers are scattered around the edges of the room. The man who's running this event - a late-twenty's man wearing a dark suit - tells us to each sit on one of the stacks of servers. I don't move for a moment, feeling like this is some kind of practical joke, but everyone else heads towards a stack and sits straddling it. Feeling a little foolish, I do the same.

Now I'm still sitting on my server, but I'm flying around the room about head-height. The main guy is congratulating me, and everyone else is looking on in a combination of amazement and jealousy.


No lucids from the galantamine tonight ...

The people from my university and my parents were traveling together in what was either a big long-haul plane, a train, or Howl's Moving Castle. We made our stop somewhere and I didn't remember most of the trip, just that I picked up a tiny stray kitten. It was a bengal, I think.i manage to convince the supervisors that I can keep it, and later I also convinced my parents.

The kitten explored the plane-train for a bit, which had the architecture of my parents' house but with longer hallways. It made its way to the kitchen and my parents' cats were also there. The three seemed to get along.

Last night bed 8am - 4am

Such a miserable sleep last 2 nights. We have a bunch of new neighbors with kids and lack of boundaries and sense of "maybe not all neghbors want to hear me sing, whistle, listen to TV, talk on my phone, talk outside her window, dribble a basketball, run around the complex screaming, slamming the front doors repeatedly..." Next time I'm moving, it's gonna be to a retirement community.

Oh yeah, I JUST fell asleep when super loud song started playing. I woke up startled for a moment thinking I'm having a nightmare and posessed radio turned on in my room. It took me few seconds to realize it's from outside but by then I was heartattacking hard. fuuuuuu

I miss the times when the loudest thing was a neighbor spitting lugies outside my window : (

Not surprised I had a weird dream.

DR 1 am:

Someone's newborn is in my apartment. Then his mom takes him with her when she leaves. I'm outside on the sidewalk cleaning up when I get a hunch and decide to look in a trash bag. At first I don't see it, but another woman says "there he is". Now I see the newborn discarded by mom. He has blue patches all over him from being cold. I feel so bad for him, I pick him up and hold him so gently in my arms trying to get him warm. I tell the other person to get some blankets on him and she starts covering him up with bunch of tiny t-shirts.

I go to neighboring school to report this and I find 2 undercover cops. I tell them about the baby and go back home to wait for them. But they don't come.

i had a dream and when i woke up i started typing this so that i cant forget and I dont know what it means..sorry for my bad english
Im in somewhat old/modern place (i dont really know but i saw some buildings made of stone / bricks) then a giant wave(tsunami?)started to appear eating the people...there are so many people and they are trying to run then I saw myself with my friends going to a forest but I think it is in the mountain we go there thinking it is a safe place then my dream shift to a big boat a ship then a light glowing on the sea appeared then a woman suddenly tyring to touch it but it cant be touch my mind telling me that it is dangerous then my dream shift back to where my friends and me in the mountain then the ground shaked for about 5-10 seconds then i was giving warning to my one of my friend but she keeps ignoring me then she trip and fall in water (bukal-from mountain) and I dont know if she survived but I her going down at deep..then after that someone or maybe god announce that "the one who ses the truth will come to this place"the people who heard it started running I started running to then i saw familiar face it is an artist(actor)so i followed him then i saw the place it is like a park and it has a fountain then after arriving at that place so many people gathered then I saw my family but one of the member of my family died and i was crying then people started to shout and scream that the wave is coming again and then I woke up crying...


I just want to know what this dream means.

I was walking around in a neighborhood looking for something. Someone said something about a defense system, but I knew they meant a security system. It was a nice neighborhood, nice cars and lawns. I ended up in a house on couch sleeping. I remember a short snippet of a guy trying to sleep in a bookcase with the wall kinda crumbling.

Then the scene changed and I was seeing an a guy in an orange suit, a coverall like a prisoner would wear. He was just running, he wasn't a prisoner, he just had the gear on. I knew it was a dream, so I decided that I wanted be in that scene, and I was there. I kind of dropped into it like I jumped down and landed. I didn't really see much of myself. I looked up at a ledge that led to a parking lot or some other flat area. I was on asphalt only a little ways below it. I was still thinking about this being a dream. I thought about doing an RC, but I just pulled myself up. Then I felt like I was tangled up with my physical body, so I tried to get free by rolling or something. At that point I lost that scene. I had some blurry vision of trying to roll away from my body. I could hear what sounded like me moving in my bed and that woke me up. It really reminded me of my first almost WILD when I woke myself up trying to get into the scene that had formed. At least got to be in this one and do a couple of things.

I guess that was my first lucid, such as it was. It was a MILD after yet another failed WILD. I'll take it.

Morning of October 30, 2016. Sunday.



The first part of my dream is somewhat uneventful and relates to sorting laundry for different members of my family. The setting shifts into different layouts that are reminiscent of several different locations. Firstly, we seem to be at the Barolin Street house in Australia but the bedroom extends somewhat into where the kitchen would be. Later, the unfamiliar room otherwise around a closet area is reminiscent of the northeast room of the King Street boarding house.

A small pile of clothes in the closet slowly transforms into an unknown demigod. It is birthed from one of Zsuzsanna’s dresses as well as a pair of my pants, but includes other clothes of different family members. I am somewhat wary of this but there is never a threat. In fact, the situation shifts to where members of my family and I, as well as a few unknown people, are playing a game within a very large playing field. The demigod also plays the game without expressing any emotion.

The game involves building miniature towns. At first, it seems to be meant to be medieval times. However, the game’s contents inexplicably change to modern architecture, which annoys me somewhat. I say how the game is not working correctly and is rendering the “wrong era”. There are even miniature sections of sidewalks to place on the floor. I watch an unknown chubby boy off to my right building a greenhouse on the floor (Zsuzsanna being between us and working on a miniature modern house). He is putting green screen or downsized shade cloth over the top of it, though by tearing holes in it to fit over miniature wooden posts, yet which is not really problematic. I am not sure if the game even has a purpose or supposed winner. It is more like just playing around constructing model buildings.

Later, I go into an unusual unfamiliar kitchen with an unknown male of about forty. He seems to think that the refrigerator has changed, mostly regarding the odd constructs around it. On my left is a feature somewhat like a cross between a horizontally sparsely grilled gate and a turnstile. It is made of metal and swings over to fit into another section which has curved recesses. The path to the refrigerator is almost like a grocery store checkout area but with very odd metallic features, one part which looks like a 1950s car bumper. The whole area is very unusual. The refrigerator itself seems to have problems. I open the freezer door at the top. It is an unrealistically small compartment. There are a couple vegetables in it as well as a dented can of soda (Sunkist I think) which I take out and consider drinking. Bubbly liquid is sizzling at the bottom (some of it apparently from the vegetables), so apparently the refrigerator is malfunctioning and heating up certain sections instead of freezing them. As we walk back, I look back and notice a section of the floor is also bubbling and sizzling even though it is not an area inside the refrigerator - yet I still “know” it is caused by the refrigerator malfunction and is supposedly still part of the refrigerator.

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• The demigod (who symbolizes conscious self identity as being above the extremely limited dream self) being birthed from the pile of laundry seems to be a dream sign of the whole conscious self and the physical body getting out of bed, which is an event that my dreams continuously metaphorically render.
• The supposed game seems to be a feature that implies non-lucid dream control, something I have experienced continuously all my life (but oddly have never read about anywhere); that is, I somehow know I am “creating my world” yet have no memory of what a dream is or even where I am in time or space. The changes from previous eras to later ones relating to the game relates to both circadian rhythms and an association with “The Age of Empires”, one of the only computer games I have ever played to any extent.
• The bubbling, which sometimes has nuances of sizzling (“electrical” activity of emergent awareness), represents emergence from sleep as analogous to a scuba diver returning to the surface. It has occurred as a waking precursor in a number of previous dreams back to early childhood.

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Night 15

I was attending Hogwarts. (These HP dreams are gonna keep cropping up as I read through the series.) However we are in my dorm building, just its full of wizard classrooms instead of dorms and everyone is wearing wizard robes. The thing I remember was seeing and briefly talking with Harry, Ron and Hermoine before going to a magical class.

Fred and George Wesley had enchanted the toilets in people's dorms and classrooms to have teeth and literally bite you in the butt. The teeth look like those fake joke dentures that you wind up. Neville Longbottom got bit by one. There was some sort of bad pun here in that his last name was longbottom and he had been bit in the butt by a magical toilet.

NLD x2=2
WBTB x1=2

I did a WBTB.

I was helping my dad drop of stuff he'd sold on craigslist at a house in a neighborhood near my own IWL. I see a cat by the side of the road. While I am sitting with the van stopped in the passenger seat with the door open, the cat climbs in and sits on my lap and falls asleep purring. At first it is a big brown spotty tabby but changes to a small white cat with orange spots on its back and tail.

Night 16

I'm going to save most of this dream for my private journal, seeing as it was very erotic. The basic premise was a large, waist deep swimming pool inside a spa/resort complex. There is an equal number of male and female dream characters (8-10 of each). They are all about college age. (Unlike the dream from two nights ago that I didn't post that used an unwilling high school student.) Some are naked and those that aren't are wearing very tight and revealing swimsuits.

This is some kind of sex game, where the people walk in different directions around the pool for a set period of time while music plays. I guess then it's like musical chairs where you stop and get out of the pool to have sex with the person closest to you. I wasn't playing but I happened to walk into the game by accident without understanding what was going on and disrupted the male/female balance.

I then meet with this other woman who isn't playing the game, but hosting it. She has long wavy blonde hair and planet-sized boobs, sitting on the edge of a hot tub with men on either side of her. She is wearing a light green swimsuit, though the boys to either side are naked and rather 'excited' looking. I remember she didn't have the most pleasant of personalities, she seemed very angry that I had disrupted her game and did not up to her standards of physical attractiveness.

This big policeman guy wearing an opaque gray visor over his eyes came in. All of the dream characters started running and hiding.

"Okay, it's time to get lucid now..." I said.

While everyone else started running on the pool deck trying to get away, I walked toward the officer. He tried to pull his gun out, but with a swipe of my hand, telekinesis sent it flying from his grip and across the room. He then pulled out his tazer and shot it at me. I caught the prongs with my right hand. I saw the electrical shock coming down the wires (though it's not visible on tazers IWL it was in the dream.) When it hit my hand, I flicked the wire up and down and sent the electricity back, zapping the police guy's hand and making him drop the tazer.

I went up to fight him hand-to-hand. I went to punch him but he caught my punch and slammed me into the pool deck with enough force to smash the tiles. At this point I recognized that he was some kind of terminator/cyborg policeman. He then proceeded to sit on top of me and try to strangle me (this dream is just so wrong when you consider I was still naked.) I kicked him off with my fire jets and it sent him flying.

I flew up into the air, hovering above the swimming pool. I decided to try and see if I could conjure firebombs like Marcus said I could. I held out my hands and saw what looked like two or three mini fire tornadoes form and start expanding in size on either side. I figured I was just charging them and I had to release them to attack. I then started pulling backwards, seeing the backside of my body as I released the fire missiles and they shot on arching trajectories bombarding the robot policeman from all sides. I lost the dream and woke up.

NLD x1=1
DILD x1=10
Telekenisis x1=5
Misc dream control x1=5 (If redirecting a tazer back at the user counts as element manipulation, let me know.)
Fly x1=5
Gain Invunerablity x1=5 (If being smashed into a tile/concrete floor hard enough to crack it and feeling nearly nothing counts.)
Element Manipulation x1=10

Slept in today, can't really recall previous dreams.

I was in an amusement park with friends from my boarding school. It was in Thailand. We're going to be here until 9PM which seemed a bit boring, even for amusement parks.