non-lucid

Dreamed that Grandpa's 1940s Dodge was running and I was driving it, even with its manual transmission.

Dream - Lucid

I did not sleep very well last night. Lots of waking up. I know I dreamed a lot but I only remember a bit of a slightly explicit dream from this morning.

I was at some school. I think the school day was either about to end or had ended. I wanted to give oral sex to one of my good friends C (a female) for some reason. I know I had talked to her about it at some point. I wanted to do it in the shower. Thinking about it really turned me on. I felt like there was some penis involved somewhere, but it wasn't my main focus.

I was then in the shower with her, though we were clothed and there was someone else in there as well. It didn't even really look like a shower, but a little hallway and another room seemed to break off of it. As I turned the water on, I had to move some floor mats out of the way so they wouldn't get soaking wet. One got a little wet on the edge as I moved it. I believe it was navy blue.

Then we were just in there and nothing was happening; she seemed blissfully ignorant to my desires, though we had talked about it. I didn't want to go out and say what I wanted either, I just wanted her to know since we had already talked about it. The other person in the shower was this guy I met once IWL named MH, but he goes by his last name, H more often than his first name. I was trying to hint to C that I wanted her by saying the letter "O" and some other things. MH then said
"Oh you want oral?" or something like that.
I said,
"H!!!!" and left the shower. For some reason, I really didn't want him to do that, as if I'd get in some sort of trouble for those words being uttered. I didn't think C wanted him to know that we were planning on it, and I had apparently told him, as he knew exactly what I wanted to do to her.

Then, I was sitting in the hallway of the school as many people walked by. I was upset. Then, this guy I was in group therapy with IWL, SW, a slightly creepy old black man, said he could help me. I followed him to a room and it was dark and quiet. He wanted me to give him oral, and I didn't want that at all. I left him in the room alone.

I remember being in classrooms at some point in this dream.

I have never given a woman oral, or even made out with a woman, but as I've become more comfortable in my skin, I've really realized that it's something I wish I could try, as I find it quite sexy, but am married to a man. Granted he would be totally fine with it as we have discussed it many times, but I wouldn't be comfortable doing it inside of our marriage.

Morning of May 17, 2016. Tuesday.



Featuring as Gatekeeper: Don Knotts (actor, July 21, 1924-February 24, 2006). Here, he implies (and symbolically demonstrates) control of my transitory waking self, an essence of the Source.

In my dream, I am aware of Carole Cooke (Bessie Limpet) being Don Knott’s (Henry Limpet’s) wife in the “The Incredible Mr. Limpet” (1964 movie) role. Don has to go to the post office to get a couple packages, as he supposedly “collects tanks” and I first assume that this is what he will be receiving in the mail. Even though this seems an obvious reference to fish tanks (again, with regard to the “The Incredible Mr. Limpet” scenario) it is instead something to do with large older water towers and water (storage) tanks, or so I firstly assume (but I do not consider how large they would be or how he would have the space for them at his residence).

Eventually, I am at the Arcadia Post Office with Don (where I have not been in real life since the 1970s). He somehow absentmindedly ends up in the employee area behind the service counter. He looks very old at this point and the postal workers seem somewhat puzzled by his imposition on the wrong side of the service counter but they still allow him to stay and converse with them.

It turns out that, illogically, the “tanks” I expected him to collect from the post office are neither big nor even tanks at all, but seemingly yo-yos. He uses one behind the post office counter, but looks very frail and even unnaturally “shriveled” at this point yet he still seems cheerful and optimistic though otherwise oblivious to his imposition status. I get the impression that even though it is a yo-yo, or appears and functions as a yo-yo, it may somehow also serve as a kind of miniature storage tank (though this is not conclusive).

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A post office represents messages between the dream self and the conscious self (with the gatekeeper here as an implied middleman). A yo-yo is a very rare dream symbol for me, but it represents potential lucidity relating to “up and down” control, that is, control of levels of awareness in the dream state, but here the gatekeeper seemingly has control of my level of consciousness. An aquarium or fish tank (though fleeting and vague in association here) otherwise represents a form of downsized dream-state induction and the outer layers of the unconscious mind.

Bed: ~23.00
Wake up: 08.00
Now: 08.15

Library
I'm at what seems to be the university library. There's a rap video being played or being recorded. Either way, it's happening right there and the people who are in the video are also there. It starts out in a language that I can't remember. It's a collaboration of European rappers. Eventually it's the turn of some Dutch rappers. Man this is quite cool. The fact that Dutch rappers were deemed important enough for this.. The video is an old one though. It has to be at least 10 years ago. This makes me wonder why I've never seen it before. I remember recognising one of the rappers, but right now I don't remember who it was.

At another moment in the library, I'm out in the hallway. There are some people sitting on chairs and some people standing. I'm trying to mingle a bit, but I feel quite excluded. I'm not taking part in any conversation really.

Another moment again. I'm talking with some classmates. One of them is telling the group that his thesis is going really well and that he will fly towards whatever country soon to do his research. I know there was more to this dream, but I can't recall it.

Prison
I'm somewhere inside I think. I'm sitting at a table which has a bench on both sides, sort of like a picknick table.. or a prison table. There are at least 2 guys sitting at the same table with me; one in front of me, one to my right. One of them is telling me/us about him needing his wisdom tooth extracted soon. Only problem is, he lives in Groningen and on the day of the extraction, he'll need to get to Schiphol for his flight. I suggest to him to get his tooth extracted at the Slotervaart hospital, or better yet, the VU hospital. That way he can still catch his flight afterwards. He tells me the system doesn't work that way. He can't just go to whatever hospital he pleases. I tell him that he just needs to get a letter from his dentist for that hospital.

The conversation continues to another topic. It's about prison. I tell them that I have been in prison once. The prison was shaped like a narrow rectangular strip, just like the tiny strip of paper that I'm holding. In the mean time I get soup. It's Chinese [something] soup. The liquid is yellowish and quite clear. It looks great. Suddenly I say: ow forgot to mention, I was in prison in a dream.

I was a man as for my name i don't know I was betrothed to a women named Mikayela. Mikayela was a short woman with emerald green eyes and long brown hair. My wife and i were arrested for treason. For what kind of treason i do not know. Armored guards arrested us and tossed us in a joint cell. The room seemed to be made out of brick and concrete. The door was huge wooden. The door was oval shaped and it had iron reinforcement all over it. There was a separate cell in the large room it was small. In that small separate cell was a small rectangular window. It never provided any good light since it was all dirty and looked burned with haze. Other light sources were the two wall ordainment candles as well as the opening on the door. The floors were filthy and has what i assumed was dirt grime and saw dust with hay. one night while i slept Mikayela was escorted out of the cell. Three days and three nights went by until i saw her again. The guards brought her into the room but they put her into the small cell. As they entered the room they dragged her in her body was limp and her hair and clothes disheveled. Her leather boots scuffed and scraped on the floor as they dragged her in. As soon as the guards left i ran panicked to the cell falling from haste. I stood up then rushed over to the cell. I drew closer and i could hear her whimpering and crying distraught. Her backed faced me and i reached my hand through the bars to grab her wrist. "Why do you cry love?' I murmured worriedly. Her voice cracked with and broke all word she attempted to speak came out in distressed whimpers. Her body shook and i wrapped my arms around her. Her quivering lips were so loud they were audible. "Beautiful tell me whats wrong." Mikayela sucked in air."Dont call me beautiful i feel disgusting." Mikayela curled into a ball as she shivered. "Mikayela no matter what has happend ill still love you." She tilted her head against the iron bars between us. Peering at me with one tear filled eye. Even with messed up hair and blood shot eyes. She was beautiful and her blood shot eye made the color of her green eyes pop out. She swallowed and licked her chapped lips. What she would say next would kill me inside. Filling me with fury and blood lust. "Lllove theyy took me to the head guards quarters and he took me against my will." Mikayela looked down away from my gaze in shame. She clutched her stomach then attempted to speak once more. "Im scared for something i hadn't told you. I'm 1 month pregnant with our child. I don't know if the child is alright the guard beat me when i struggled." She fell to her side and broke out into loud sobbing. Rage filled me and i began to seeing red. I went to the wooden door and began kicking and punching. Screaming at them to let me out that id kill the head guard. The door opend when i became tired. I was no longer facing the door when three men entered. Two of the men grabbed me and the third man held a hammer. He walked behind me and bashed me atop the head. Everything began ringing my vision blurred i saw red then blackness.

16/5/16
Dream 1: My grandma came over to my house to talk with us. After talking for a while we went over to my uncles house to look after it while he was away. I think there was some disaster which had happened.

Dream 2: I was in a fight with Homer Simpson where we were both fighting over this giant set of scales. I think I wanted to save the scales but Homer wanted to destroy them. I think it took place in a giant warehouse/supermarket.

Dream 3: I was going around selling stuff. I think there was a lot more but I've forgotten it.

Dream 4: I was watching a football game with my dad. It was a good game and afterwards we went to the park to play football ourselves. We met up with another family and started playing with them.

Dream 5: I was reading a newspaper, starting out at the tv guide, then the comics and finally to a back page article which had some article about dating.

TOTM attempt -Platform 9 & 3/4 fail. I had a dream with the main characters from Harry Potter. Harry, Hermione & Ron. But unfortunately it wasn't lucid & I lost the details. So sad. But, I just came back from the trip for my son's Bachelors Degree graduation & I'm exhausted.


I just got back from a day & a half trip & I'm so exhausted. My son graduated & got his Bachelor's degree. I am so proud of him. It was a really great experience. It was a prestigious school for smart tech kids. I kept thinking that the faculties attire reminded me of Hogwarts, lol. I was so proud when they had the parents stand up & get applause from their kids. The acknowledgement was so emotional.


Non-Lucid-Green
Lucid-Red
Explanation of details-Blue
Side Notes-Purple
Astral Projection/AP-Brown

I'm at the mall, at some tightly packed store of pretty much everything with someone. I was sent to pick something up by an old high school acquaintance that I didn't even really know very well... I'm surprised to see that it's an ex-girlfriend working there, old flame from a LONG time ago - she looks good, and has a cold sore on the corner of her lip. She mentions that they also have 80s posters in the back of the store and I go to have a look. It's so tight and very busy that to get to the back I can barely squeeze past people coming in the other direction. At some point I meet up with my friend M who was picking up some shoes in the mall.

I was in school, waiting on front of a classroom for teacher to come. Suddenly my previous teacher appeared. He was a bald man with moustache and was wearing a dark gray suit. He told me that he's back in this school and now we have a lesson. He ordered me to follow him. We went outside, we found ourselves in my backyard. The teacher told me to get a bucket and take it to chicken pens. I did as he said - there was a bucket close to father's carpentry workshop so I took it. There were mashed potatoes prepared for chicken inside. I took it to pens. There was a lot of free space inside, with some containers for food and water. The floor was covered by hay. In a corner I saw my younger sister, sitting near a desk with our old computer. It even has an RCT screen. I thrown out the potatoes to nearby container, asking sister what is she doing. She just said that she played. Then the teacher appeared and told me that I took wrong bucket. I went back to stairs of my house and found a black, completely destroyed, plastic bucket.

Dream - Lucid

I was in the house I grew up in. Everything had a Walking Dead/apocalyptic feel to it. I was watching my old friend Tori's dog, in the dream I believe her name was Jasmine. I had her in the play room. My old cat Pounce was inside of a "baby jail" (those fenced in areas you buy for babies so they don't escape an area IWL). I later moved the dog to the baby jail too.

I noticed that the floors were starting to bulge, even though we were on the 3rd floor (a nod to my 3rd floor apartment IWL). I knew it meant there was an impending earthquake.

Later, I saw Tori and I told her that Jasmine and Pounce got along. I then started thinking about needing to pack and condense items to only necessities for the apocalypse. I pictured my family and I in a restaurant sitting and me having to condense some items I had into my daughter's diaper bag.

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I was about to go somewhere with my husband. We were doing something online. I'm not sure where we were. It wasn't anywhere that I know, but what seemed to be a completely different place. I remember seeing houses everywhere, like it was a neighborhood. My husband and I were going to go on a date, and he started to mention something about some other woman being there. I didn't know why that mattered since we are married. I asked him about how pretty she was, expecting him to tell me that she wasn't as pretty as me, but instead, he said she was prettier than me even though I was pretty still. o_o Really?! Of course this pissed me off. I stayed mad at him for the entirety of the dream. I don't think he quite understood why I was so mad.

There were other parts involving going places and talking to other people, but I can't remember any specifics right now.

May 15-May 16, 2016: S. and A. are in a room with a wooden floor. They appear to be ages four and two respectively. There is no furniture in the room. S. wants his eyes covered so he can sleep. I try fitting a sock over his head but this does not fit well and he doesn’t like it. I then try a green colored woolen cap. This fits just fine and he's happy with it. He walks over to the far side of a mattress which is placed on the floor and I lose sight of him.

A. is being a bit of a recalcitrant child - in other words, her usual self. She is refusing to go into the shower or take a bath. Instead, she is washing herself down with a washcloth on the wood floor.

The scene morphs, and I find myself in a kitchen. I am facing an old style gas stove. It appears as if water has been poured onto the stove and has filled up the area where the gas jets protrude through the stove. It looks as if L. has tried to boil water on two out of the four of the jets without using a pot. The water is in fact, very hot. In addition, when I confront her with this I also asked her about the whereabouts of her cell phone. I do this because I believe she is on call and I don’t want to be disturbed at night by calls to our home phone. She gives me a vague and indirect answer on the whereabouts of her phone. I get angry about the stove and her failure to answer my direct question about the phone and start to yell at her. I angrily tell her “Listen to my question. Answer only the question that I asked.” She finally tells me that her cell phone is right there in the kitchen.

I go over to inspect the stove. Although old, it appears to be clean and in excellent working condition. L. complains that she wants a new one. I opened the oven door and see that it is almost pristine inside. I then closely inspect a metal label affixed to the front of the stove and learn that the stove is from 1972. I think to myself that the stove in this condition is probably worth a decent amount of money - maybe even as an antique. I tell her it would be fine with me if we sell the stove and get a new one. The dream fades and I wake. Time is 10:49pm.

I'm on my first night in a jog driving a frozen goods delivery truck. There's a man training me driving another truck and a woman driving a third. The dream starts with is pulled over with the trucks open looking for something, the reason we've stopped. We must find it quickly or our goods will spoil. I think the man calls the office for instructions...

Like most of the dreams I've been having lately, I can only seem to remember one particular instance of this dream. I was sitting on the couch in my house with my sister. She had come up to visit me the day before in real life, so upon reflection of the dream, it made sense to me that she would be part of it. In the dream, we were watching a movie; I can't remember which one. Eventually, my housemate, David, whose room is near the main living room in which we were watching the movie, came out of his room with his girlfriend. She started yelling at me and my sister to be quiet and shut the movie off. Now, one thing you must understand about David's girlfriend is that she NEVER gets angry, and certainly would never shout at anyone. She is naturally very well-tempered and mild-mannered. So, you can imagine that this came as quite a shock to me. My sister and I just sat there stunned while she shouted at us. It was so strangely out of character for her to do this; it just would never happen in real life. She herself would admit she has never yelled at anyone before. Well, for the rest of the dream, and I think for a while after I awoke from it, I had this feeling that she was actually furious with me, and that something was wrong. But the next day went on, and of course I eventually realized how hilarious and absurd the dream was. I told her about it and we had a good laugh. Anyway, I'm going to try my darnedest to have a vivid and memorable dream tonight. I've got a full container of apple juice, and I'll set my alarm for 4 AM! Wish me luck!

I'm at a strange school and I'm in an auditorium. I'm looking at people on a stage and see rows of chairs and a few people sitting with me. I get up and leave and start down a hallway. As I'm walking I see the Mega Voyager at the other end of the hallway. He sees me, do an attack pose then starts for me. I see all of his details such as his head, chest, arms and body. I try to run but the gravity is all strange and I'm falling a lot an ended up waking up.

I had a dream of a sexual nature. It's reoccurring but the people are usually different. It's like just talking to people & because I have sexual energy or something I feel the need for a release but I'm always trying to get away from these normal conversations to do this but I didn't succeed. I'm not going to more graphical than that. Memorable/Reoccurring