Non-Lucid Dreams
Last night bed around 8:30pm - 3:20am DR 1:19am Long at detailed dream of me hanging around the China - US border. Mountainous region with high mountains, steep with lots of greenery. Kinda like the Asian "dragon teeth" mountains. I'm wallking around the town, lots of people. I look up at the chinese and american flags on top of the mountain, side by side, just feet from each other. I think "so that's already China there". I take some pictures. Afternoon nap today. I'm at work (ugh). Walking fast, with purpose, as I normally do. There are boxes and carts and I'm organizing others how to put them. I'm outside of a bus full of people. I hear that someone is being a bully in the back of the bus. I get on in the front and tell the driver that I will get on in the back door, to wait for me. I get on, grab the bully by his shirt collar and drag him off the bus. People are happy.
Updated 09-25-2016 at 03:11 AM by 50242
Loading: angrily trying to upload or download something and it was taking forever. Cats: Cats laying on their backs for as far as the eye can see 4 hours (if I was lucky) sleep.
D1 - In a building from a previous dream (not WL) it has two floors, all paintwork and fixtures are white. The building is cube shaped with a central open (mezzanine) area. I am worried as I am supposed to be teaching but don't know where my class is. I should know but have to check the timetable outside the staff room to try and find out (This reminds me of previosuly when my timetable would always be changing). The headteacher is giving me glances, I pretend all is ok. Ed helps me look at the info. but its no good. I wander around looking for the class and eventually find them. D2 - In an ancient village, Very large luminescent symbols appear. They change colour. We are trying to get the right colourc combination (apparently). This will help us achieve something. A man is supposed to have taken the correct combination for me to a village elder but for some mysterious reason he was late. He put it into the elders hand just as the time elapsed. So I didn't get anything. I am pondering as to why he was late. In my mind's eye I see the large patch that he was handing to the elder. D3 - Children are doing some art. when I go to look at a child's work they have painted a concentric pattern of butterfly wings, tear drops onto a shell that should have been a snail pattern.
I was with my younger sister, going to a house of her friend. We entered it - it was a modern furnished three storey building. I didn't wanted to stay with them, but sister really wanted me to stay.
As usual, once I recognise a dream sign it won't come back! No more cats tonight. Had lots of long dreams tonight, started keeping my dream diary by the bed but even so the dreams fade before I can write them down. 1) In a house. Lots had happened but can't remember most of it. I was talking to John Lennon, I was packing up my bag to go home it was an important night something like New Year's Eve but I didn't want to celebrate. I was explaining to him that sometimes it's good to be on your own and that's OK. I walked out of the front door a white taxi was waiting for me, and there was another taxi waiting for someone else as well. 2) This was a complex dream but I can only remember certain details. There was a large medieval catapult sitting in a room and someone was loading something into it. I think I asked if I could go in it. Somehow then I was in a street I think I was with my children, there was lots going on it was a bit like a disney world street. I wa told to go into a building, I asked why and was told that I would find out. I was in the building then and I was rushing to pack up all my belongings into a box (it was just like a freezer box), my wife and children appeared through a curtain across a window and somehow I knew they had travelled back in time to get me and I asked if that was why they had told me to go to the building, they said yes. 3) I was outside carrying washing and dirty plates. I had to climb up onto a road through a fence. I was at my old school. The headmaster's wife came out and was taking something to a house at the front of the school. I offered to take it for her and said I would leave what I was carrying here, she said I couldn't do that and just piled up more dirty plates into my hands, she wasn't very nice. I walked to the front of the school carrying everythign trying not to drop it and walked into the school. My practice manager from work put his head out and mentionned that he was buying some netting for the fruit cage and not to tell anyone because I was paying for it (I presumed he meant it would get damaged becasue people would be jealous). I tried to walk out of the end of a corridor but the end was blocked and I remembered I had to walk around. I went out and found the house I was supposed to get to. The front door was across a big drop with white walls, I jumped across. The front door was covered in overgrowth which I pushed aside, I found the door bell and rang it.
A family moved into a house that I thought my family some how owned. In reality it didn't resemble any home or any people I know, lol. Someone had died & the family was pillaging the enormous estate & house of all of it's goods. I thought they had my dog. I told them I had given them my dog because I could no longer care for them. I even asked Mike if I could get my dog back. He said we are in a good place now & Meesha & him would get along. I went & looked for my dogs pedigree papers & was distracted & looked up.There were suddenly these balconies & I was standing in what looked like a theater. In the balconies were people w/ the same kinds of dogs as mine was. It looked like they were waiting for their turns in some sort of dog show. I then new I was dreaming & became lucid. I was overwhelmed w/ the reality that my dog had died many years ago & I just wanted to wake up. I looked at the dog they had there & realized it wasn't him. Then I woke up. This was one of those dreams that wake you up out of sadness. But I reminded myself that once I leave this life I will get to see him again so all will be okay.
Morning of September 23, 2016. Friday. I am in the Loomis Street house in the living room. It seems to be late morning (as the room has a natural light source coming in through the east and south windows). Zsuzsanna and our youngest son are also in the room. There is a bed that extends out from the south wall of the living room (where there never was such a feature in real life). Oddly however, it is meant to be the holographic projection of a television show. I approach the bed from the left (west) side. In it, on her back, head oriented south, is an unfamiliar female with a matte gold face. I get the impression that it is a hospital bed, though I am uncertain of the situation or the status of the female’s health. I am unsure of what genre this “movie” is. I absentmindedly find myself reaching out to touch the left side of her face even though I firstly see it as an intangible hologram. It is as if I am testing an expectation to “make something real” or to “bring something out of a projected image or picture” (which has occurred in numerous dreams since early childhood). Some of her “skin” moves out from her face to wrap around my hand with a feeling much like bread dough that moves under its own will. This “dough” moves around through my fingers with no sense of wetness or stickiness; just a smooth, soft feeling as it slides comfortably over my skin. I find it fascinating and talk about this with Zsuzsanna and Oliver. Oliver finds it somewhat amusing. Upon looking at her face, I notice that it unrealistically sags so that her mouth is much lower than it should be. Her eyelids also appear to have expanded to flow down over the rest of her face so that there are no discernible eyes. Perhaps this is a science-fiction “movie” we are watching on “television”. I touch the left side of her face again (the previous “skin” seeming to have become a part of my own hand) and a larger piece of “dough” wraps around my hand, almost snakelike (though not disturbing or annoying in any way, just a bit curious). It again smoothly crawls between my fingers, around my wrist, and about my forearm. I place it in a heap on the floor next to a plastic container. I explain how I am able to take things out of pictures, even though I have no lucidity. I say how I can take money out of a picture or television broadcast, though this comes with a recurring dream backstory related to how I do not want to create duplicates of bills (which are numerically unique), though coin duplication does not have this concern. I have a small plastic container with compartments. I find myself sitting on the floor with Zsuzsanna and Oliver, moving two-dollar Australian coins from one compartment to another, some compartments seeming to be “in another world” and resulting in my moving them into “this world” even though there is no indication of either a picture or an implied “portal” or which compartments are implied to be in which “world”. It simply appears as a plastic box with coins in different compartments. There are also very small Lego pieces mixed in with the gold coins, including miniature swords. This last part was visually precognitive. Oliver was actually working with Lego pieces (including small swords) in a plastic container with compartments soon after without any way of me knowing that this is what he would be doing at this time. The bed is a dream state indicator (the most obvious one possible) and my waking transition is sustained. Other than the typical short-term prescience, there seems to be a link to Zsuzsanna related to sharing sentience within the dream state (as otherwise unknown females in some dreams have an autosymbolic connection to Zsuzsanna, especially in regarding the bed DSI as here). It also seems influenced by a movie we had seen prior to sleep, where a female expected to die becomes conscious (without a medical explanation) and seemingly healthy after a group of people pray for her (“The Genesis Code” from 2010). Variations of yellow and gold typically symbolize sentience, intellect, and instinct as analogous to sunrise and dawning conscious awareness. Coins in a dream as a collective rendering relate to three main concepts; coalescence (dream self flowing back into whole self), a play on “cents” (sense), and a play on “change” (which may be a play on the waking precursor in “changing” from the skewed dream self viewpoint and identity to the whole conscious self viewpoint and identity).
Updated 01-28-2018 at 07:55 AM by 1390
Elder Games: At my aunt's house cleaning. I assumed the kids would help but they don't. I set up a complex gaming system and lay out a spread of food. A bunch of elderly people in wheel chairs show up for a gaming competition. Darker: A friend and I wander from city park to city park trying to find the area with the darkest sky for stargazing. Each time we find what I believe is the darkest sky my friend says, "Nope. We need darker." We continue searching until we find the darkest sky. We then lay on the grass trying to make out the constellations. 6 hrs sleep
Last night bed 8:30pm - 3:25am Dream earlier: I'm an apprentice in a kitchen of some famous chef. He has a restaurant and I'm helping there and learning. I'm so new, he doesn't even let me peel potatoes. That is something you have to earn first, haha. One of his people introduces a potato peeler gadget. It's like a scrubbing brush. But the bristles are not all over the surface. Instead they are bunched up in some sort of "legs". You put a potato between them, keep turning it and they brush the skin off. I'm watching it in detail how it scrubs the skin, the green parts to a clean tater. There was another one, but now it's too abstract. Lots of people.
And another cat!! 1) On a long drive. The car seems to keep pointing upwards as if it is flying. I kept telling myself that this isn't a dream and settle the car back down on the road. 2) In a cafe of some sort. I walk out, then back in and I look at a table of people pretending to be looking for someone. I'm riding a motorbike and park it in a car park. It's time to leave and I try to find my way out of the car park, it's not easy. Back out on the road I realise that I'm not wearing a crash helmet and probably have travelled miles without it. I pull in at the side of the road to look for the crash helmet in my paniers - as I pull over I see my front tyre is getting a bit bald. There's an old black cat on the side of the road in front of me, and then there is also a man stood there - he is really friendly and offers me some sweets which I decline, and he tells me that the cat's paw is getting better now and asks me if I want to take a look. I bend down, the cat is now in a box, and I realise that I do actually have a crash helmet on.
Updated 09-23-2016 at 09:16 AM by 88643
I was leading group of friends and family to some dark castle. We moved to an entry chamber, it was really dark but I knew that there would be some traps in there. I sharpened my senses - everything turned grayish and some bats were highlighted red. We moved onward and they only flied away. Going through some square we got to a fortified village and got attacked by squads of mercenaries. They shot whole group down, only I was left. I grabbed some guns and started shooting, quickly eliminating threat. Recalled a precognitive dream: I was in school, writing something in an electronic device - foresters' index.
Yesterday: Non-Lucid- This dream was so vivid w/ color & hard to explain. My explanation of details will never do this dream justice. I was in some bazaar man made looking cave w/ tunnels. Some sort of cave system of sorts. The walls, floor & ceiling were *Luminescent (i had to look this up because I new it wasn't fluorescent & I wanted to be accurate) in color. There were lots of people but it wasn't crowded, I kept coming upon groups, couples & single people as I explored this place. We were all having some super natural experience. Someone would throw this strange looking sphere & it would move in all kinds of directions on it's own. Sometimes it would just move real slow, fast or zip around just to mention a few. At intervals there were other ppl throwing one of these balls & it would always do something different. Something went wrong w/ and the person near me said I would have to throw the ball because they were needed elsewhere. Then a guy asked me if I knew where to log in & I said no & that I didn't work there. I was trying to tell him I had never done this before. Then he told me to change to the Fire Safety Code so, I punched in a 3 digit code. The guy I was subbing for came back & was flipping out acting all strange. He looked like Paulie from this season's Big Brother & was an asshole. But he was gay unlike Paulie & was professing his love for another man there & exposing some secret affair. The other guy had a wife, lol. The married couple were both freaked out. The guy professing his love made these digital hearts & arrows in the air. It was actually pretty cool. There were a lot of them.... Now enters some military ppl. Some in an official & unofficial capacity. If I had to explain what this cave looked like I would liken it to Blue Ice but was alive & had some other colors in it. *Luminescence is emission of light by a substance not resulting from heat; it is thus a form of cold-body radiation. It can be caused by chemical reactions, electrical energy, subatomic motions, or stress on a crystal. Because of today's entry I want to keep it separate so I will be following this with a separate journal entry.
Morphing Store: Me and some friends find an abandoned plaza with a broken window. W climb in and investigate. It looks like a party place, junkfood wrappers, liquor bottles, clothes, blankets, graffiti. This saddens me. I climb out and mean to board up the window but when I look back inside the place has morphed into a clean, freshly abandoned shop. We try to leave but a pack of angry dogs won't let us. I talk to the dogs to keep their attention while the others try sneak off. Beggars: I am starving and filthy. I try sneak into a hotel to scrub up in the bathroom. I am caught and tossed. The guy who tossed me comes back and gives me a half pack of hotdogs. How nice. I hate hotdogs. I accept them. Beggars can't be choosers, right? Friends suddenly appear. We split the hotdogs between us. As eat the last one I look into the pack and see various sizes of maggots squirming around. I want to puke but I don't. I hold the food down by telling myself "at least the maggots weren't crawling through shit and trash". Horrible how a seemingly kind deed can turn out so hateful. Air Attack: I lounge in the sun and three drones fly over. I give them the finger. Shortly after fighter planes, bombers, helicopters, and tanks roll in. I run. People follow. We hide behind a stump, as if that will conceal us from wildly attacking forces. I can't stand the sound of the bombs. I cover my ears and am filled with hatred but can do nothing. A soldier finds us, lays by the stump and tells us he will let the others escape as long as one of us surrenders. Of course I'm the one who surrenders. The others dash into the forest without so much as a thank you. Oh well. Moments later planes fly over and incinerate the woods. I am dragged along into the heart of the battle. River Hill: A hillside river appears in many of my dreams. I never remember much about these dreams. Last night: I forge a new path to the river which lay frozen over in the middle of summer. I think I had to save what little water was left before it froze over completely. Others were involved. I remember horses. Nothing more.
My dream was long and varied, but the one thing I'd love to talk about was a videogame that I created last night. The game was an RTS that was based entirely around drawing lines into the ground. The game starts just like any RTS with a home area with some resources, and the first thing you do is trance a line around an area of resources that will immediately sprout castle walls once you complete the line to itself. An auto algorithm puts the front door, parapets and windows in, and makes a cool castle based on your shape. Then the building spawns workers that work the resource inside. If you trace lines around the castle, it makes walls. Soon after doing this there are enough resources to start buying units. They will emerge from the first castle (you can keep making them) and there are many classes of them. You control them by right clicking instead of left clicking, which draws lines of command instead of building. The lines control their paths and behavior and are very subtle yet complex. Then you fight the other guy.
Morning of September 22, 2016. Thursday. I am in Africa on a long expedition. My wife Zsuzsanna and our children and some unknown people are on the journey. Curiously, the “vehicle” we are using to travel in is only a tent that is somehow moving over the savanna without any apparent explanation (as it does not seem to have wheels; it somehow slides slowly over the ground). I have seven pet lions, at least three being male. They walk along with us on our journey without incident. A male lion is inside the tent at one point but is not a threat. I am also in the tent for a time to “sleep” and also to look at a treasure map. As we travel over the savanna, I watch the scene from above for a time but I am eventually back in my physical form. We are seeking some sort of magical or at least special material, a roll or piece of cloth with special properties, the location of which is apparently indicated on the map. We reach an isolated outdoor market where there are several African cashiers, at least three of them females around forty years of age. They seem to be selling the special cloth we had been seeking. There are two counters set up on each side of an outside area I enter. I examine a cloth which I first feel may be what we are seeking. A cashier tells me that it is a thousand dollars for a yard of it. I am not so sure this situation will work out. I go to the opposite counter to look around a bit. One male lion walks around near the counters, being as tame as a dog, and I pat its head. Other people do not seem to be at all concerned about my lions. Eventually, I notice a piece of cloth that I expect is the one we need. It is uneven though and is not quite a yard. The cashier tells me this one is also a thousand dollars if I want it. I almost express my annoyance to her but I do not. I take out my wallet and pull out one fifty-dollar bill after another, materializing the money out of thin air just at the point my hand is in the wallet, deliberately doing this and realizing this, but without dream state lucidity. I assertively hand her the money which I just mentally willed out of my wallet, twenty fifty-dollar notes, which I know is exactly a thousand dollars. She happily gives me the material. The cloth’s design shows a repeating pattern (in mostly bright orange, yellow, and sepia saturated hues) of a scene of two lions (male and female) lying in the savanna in front of a boulder and a tree and the sun on the horizon in the background at their left. I pick up the supposed special cloth from the counter and we are on our way. Of course, this represents Zsuzsanna and I sleeping together during the sunrise, the cloth being a literal association with bed sheets and pillow cases. Lion autosymbolism has already been explained in many of my past entries, but here is a brief rundown: Factor one is coalescence (potentially being “swallowed” back into whole consciousness) and factor two is the augmented domestic cat association as being a “witness” to the dream state and the nature of liminal space (that is, the autosymbolic waking process). This dream is based on a partial association with “The Sleeping Gypsy”, an 1897 oil painting by French Naïve artist Henri Rousseau. The association transforms into the ending autosymbolism of this dream of which also represents art and the nature of sleeping and dreaming, as dreams are autosymbolic of the nature of the dream state and waking process itself. The cashiers and the checkout scenario are autosymbolic of the dream state’s implied exit point.
Updated 06-22-2018 at 12:36 PM by 1390