non-lucid

07.04.2015

Seeding a planet (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID


I traveled back and forth to a new planet. It was much alike Earth, but much larger and not populated. I had to seed this planet alongside other ET beings.







We were creating animals. I could see that this planet looked like the Earth even the layout of the continents, but it was green and clean, it was amazing, air was pure. There were some super sonic planes that traveled from the US to Europe in seconds (remember, the planet was larger than Earth, so US-Europe distance is much larger)

Some guy wanted to implement money in this planet, but myself being the highest authority I said no... money only brought corruption. I flew above this planet a lot to check out how it was going. I saw some massive buildings, up the clouds and realized it was once populated.

07.04.2015

Venomous scorpions and the tiny elevator (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Something related to hotels, I visited many of them. They had a room with the most dangerous insects known to men. To my surprise, one of them was a crab, apparently, it had an extremely powerful venom coming out from the spikes of the top of it's shell.

However, all these bugs where friendly to me, as they knew I had once a pet scorpion and took good care of him (this is true in waking life) so they would crawl on me and never sting me. I still did not trust the crab, since it was not an insect type.







I was going to school or something, maybe an university. There were some tiny elevator,about a couple feed between the doors and the back of it, I could barely breath and yet, I took it a few times. There were some flying lessons and I had a ton of friends. One girl had a crush on me and my wife was upset.

- I and two others (I think my OCs Blitz and SOR) were in a large cave. Moonlight leaked in through small holes high up on the walls, making the water in the rivers shimmer. The floor of the cave was smooth, and there was like different layers some higher than others. It was like a bunch of large steps, only they weren't exactly like steps. They were curved on their sides from many years of the rivers flowing through the cave. From the center was a large river that split off into many more heading into tunnels that lead to other parts of the cave. One by one me and the others jumped in, the water was cool but not freezing. And when I swam back to the surface I find myself heading into or out of a random tunnel whether it be a nearby one or one that was far off and off track from the direction of the current. I think I tried this two or three times just to see if I wasn't imagining it. XD

It was such a beautiful cave I wish there was one just like it in real life. I also wish I described it better, so you can picture its beauty in your own minds.
And if you want to know what SOR and Blitz look like then...
Blitz - http://fav.me/d8j9skv
SOR- http://fav.me/d8iu5ju


- I along with many others were hanging out with the General of Souls. At the end of the dream General dropped me back off at the cave from the previous dream....or I simply went back when I didn't want to hang with him.

If you don't know who the General of Souls is here is a link to a picture of him --> http://fav.me/d82k926
Though I beleive he was in his casual suit --> http://fav.me/d8lhp90
But not entirely sure, I just remember it was General of Souls. Though there is a bigger chance it was his casual outfit since I remember seeing the white sleeves I think.

Dream 1:
I walked out of the house and married a man and was in his car, I had troubles closing the door. I suggested we go eat tofu and he said he wanted to eat something else. Then I walked into a room and it was a psych mental health group meeting. I sat down thinking God planned this and a young girl with black hair asked me to move up and sit next to her. A doctor or a leader came in and started talking, asking us to share our stories. I was writing something down and then I walked around wanting to get home so I talked with a woman about it, I told her I don't have my key and she told me that she had a spare key for me and I told her my address, at the time all I remembered was 25363. Then my dad was there and he yelled at me and was really mean. Then I went and got the key from the woman and the man pretending to be my dad tried to take the key from me and he grabbed my chest and a demon pushed down on my chest (sleep paralysis) and I woke up when I was pushing the demon off of me. I saw a demon, it was black and gray.

Dream 2:
I dreamed I was flying down to temple of the dog (a hangout spot in Pittsburgh I went to all the time by the river). My friends there asked me how they could see me, and I realized I was dreaming. I thought, I'm dreaming, and I told everyone, this is a dream. I started to fly and told everyone else to fly as well. Some people started to fly. Then I grabbed the hands of two people, one of them my voice teacher/church friend Polly's son, and flew them around the sky. I got really tired and was worried this was bad for my health.
Then I was in a room and I saw a girl from my church who is a little bit overweight. She was praying and a little boy was there with her. They were both children. She said, "I pray because I have to." It was a loving sight I was just a witness watching. Later, I was with my mom and my old roommate Sarah G. She looked like she lost a lot of weight (she's fat) and I told her so. I told my mom about the kid that has a big stomach and she said your sister was pudgy when she was a child too and she's fine now, she's skinny. She told me not to judge. In the beginning of the dream I was walking in the forest doing something strange I forget what was happening. It was 9 am in the dream, and part of it was lucid and then I had a false wake up and the rest of it wasn't lucid.

Dream 3:
In a play going on in a school, there was a fire hydrum and a house that was on fire. There were two houses and both were on fire. A woman walked out of the house from the front door. Everyone was smiling. People were saved. Thats all I remember.

My roommate's alarm went off an hour early and woke me up. I went back to sleep.

-WBTB-

I remember false awakening in my dorm room. Manei was my roommate instead of D. She was shaking telling me, trying to get me out of bed because it was time for class and that I had to get up.

I was semi lucid, but I had all of these false memories that I was actually going to college to learn lucid dreaming and that there was actually nothing unusual about this situation. I falsely remembered that other dreamer-guide groups were in other dorms.

I remember thinking of other DV members, I had false memories for a lot of them. Dawneye11 was across the hall. Only Dawn was going to school; there was some rule that you could only bring one guide. I thought of OneUp. He had a female guide who was short and had light brown hair and green eyes, but I didn't know her name. (I don't know if OneUp even has met a guide yet.) I then thought of ~Dreamer~ and remembered that she was a professor at the college who taught a course on DILD.

I also remember the dorm room looking quite a lot different. IRL it's pretty plain, not really decorated, however in the dream there was this big red canvas wall mount with all of these pouches in it that we used to hold books and jackets and stuff. We had a TV and a couple of plants in the window. I think the room was a little bit bigger too.

I got out of bed and got really interested in the room. There were these three parchment banners hanging above my bed desk with Chinese characters on them. I kept thinking that I knew what they meant. They had a blue border that had a really interesting design too.

Manei lodged some complaint that I created the dream wrong because she only had white tank tops to wear.

I can't recall the dream from here, I think I woke up and was stuck in bed limbo for awhile. I remember thinking something was really funny.

What is up with all of this semi-lucidity? Usually I'm not using this much yellow, green and teal, but these last few days have been weird.

Yesterday:

[DS] = dream sign
[FM] = false memory
+ begin (new) dream content
- begin notes content

+ playing the space war game "empire": furiously typing the commands at the keyboard in dogfights, winning battles as a Kaz, I get about 10 kills accumulated, I'm thinking about changing course, firing phasers, and gorps. Eventually I get killed, come back in as an Orion for some reason

+ epic: I'm lying on the ground [DS] in the middle of a parking lot in daylight (though under the shade of trees?) with some friend. I adjust the comforter underneath me. I'm wondering about how safe it is to be on the ground in the middle of a parking lot where cars drive, a car comes by and we stand up?

In a (work?) parking area high in the South Bay hills, dry golden/brown grasses, there are several colorful cars here, I can't find my car (it's stolen?) and the remaining cars all have very large dents in them: I think the bad guys have stolen (my? a?) car and used it to crash into each of the other cars in the parking lot leaving big damage on each one (like a huge indentation). I'm looking for my car, I think it's a colorful weird-ish station wagon, more curvy than rectangular. This parking lot with dented cars scene happens a few times.

The gang of bad guys is "skiing" up the path to the parking lot. I look out over the view of the huge valley below and think of flying away [DS], but think "too bad that I'm not dreaming and so can't fly" [DS].

I'm walking through a house: a friend (young man) and his mother have just moved here. The house is packed full of potted plants with bright red flowers, they're all along the floor/walls. (Some brief conversation?)

I'm in a room in the parking lot area, the bad guys (leader and thugs) are there with guns. I think I need to dodge them. I'm jumping around in this small room trying to subtly open my waist bag to get out my pepper spray so they won't see what I'm doing. I get out the spray and point it at their faces and it doesn't spray very well. I continue to dodge in closer quarters and I feel that one of the bullet grazes my shoulder. I get my pepper spray to give a good stream and hit the faces of the leader and thug, and make my escape.

As I'm moving away I think I do not want to call the police.

I'm in my childhood home, talking with (family?) I live there with my current family. Suddenly something shocking grabs my attention, (I see a curtain in another room that wasn't there before), I think the bad guys maybe have made this change? I run upstairs to get my pistol from my sister's closet [FM], I think no, I'd rather get my shotgun from my room's closet [FM]. I reach inside the door jam and pick up the shotgun. I cock it open and see the dual barrels are already loaded each with a shell. I snap the gun closed again and see two shells attached to the top of the barrel, I pull them off and put them into my right rear jeans pocket. I think my son S2 must have been using the gun and he usually leaves things a mess. I shake out some (batteries?) from the barrel. I think that I do not want to "try" shooting it of course so I should be careful with the trigger.

I go to the top of the stairs and lie down on the ground adopting a "sniper" position covering the front door, and I see my colleagues come in, they're carrying a bunch of moving boxes of my stuff, and they pile them in the front hallway besides the stairs.

-Today:

- lots of dreams, no night-time recording so lost most of them

+(f) bed, jumping on bed, old adult home (was long)

+ bedroom outside, there's a wall to prevent people walking on the path from looking directly at you, guy working there, the cook rings for the meal, I gather my Sierra cup, fork, knife and spoon after a short search

+ group gathering for event, wife annoying me, old college colleagues are older but still in the department, I'm shirtless will JoIr recognize me?; DO closeup of my shoulder/arm muscles flexing while I swim ("I'm buff!"), what if tons of tiny sharks come and bite me to death?

School

I was in school. I wanted to go to the toilet. For purposes unknown I took a chair with me, and went to the uppermost floor. Then I realised that the toilet is one floor down. I left the chair and went there. I finally reached the men toilet, but it was full of girls, and there was also PE teacher with them.

The teacher told me to go away, so I washed my hands and went away. I met another teacher, that told me that I should go to the directors office. I went there, and saw my older brother sitting there. Director said to me that my brother quit his job, and cam back to school.

I went to tell about that my older sister, which was in the toilet with PE teacher. She already knew about that, so I went to the classroom. I sat in near my brother, and waited until the lesson ends.

Outdoor lesson

I was with classmates and teacher on the backyard of my home. For some reason we had a lesson there. It was the first day in work for that teacher. I tried get a good opinion with him.

Apocalypse

I was walking near a castle of some sort, when apocalypse started. I ran towards the castle's main hall,to get into safety. Everyone was dead. There were no bodies, people just vanished. I walked down the dimly lit corridors, and found a staircase.

Following it, I went to a small chamber upstairs. In the middle of the room, there was a pedestal with book on it. I saw also a bed and chest to the right, and open wardrobe to the left. I looked through a window, and saw rivers of fire, red sky and smoke.

I took the book, and started reading. There was some kind of a prophecy, and information how to save the world. I needed a robe that was in the wardrobe. I took it, and went to ruins of my old school. It was neccessary to retrieve something from a locker, to continue with the quest.

I moved prone under the cracked concrete. When I got inside, I had to sneak past zombies, and found the locker. I couldn't open it, but suddenly a zombie appeared and did it for me. I went outside, and ran back to the chamber. I touched the book again, and I was in different world.

Everything was black and white. Only rivers of fire kept their crimson colour. I was in hell, running away from demons, finally gathering enough power to kill them all. Then I ran to the hearth of evil, to stop the apocalypse.

Morning of April 7, 2015. Tuesday.



In my dream, I am yet again in our apparently fictional house that has recurred for a few years now. (However, Zsuzsanna has said that features of it remind her of a place she used to live that I have never seen.) It is the house with the long strange narrow pipe that goes from a bathroom (seemingly on the second floor in some dreams) down to what seems like some sort of unrealistically large utility room.

In this particular dream, there is a recess in the floor between the ends of about two sets of three or four floorboards on the second storey. This recess is unrealistically filled with dirt at least several inches deep. My wife’s oldest sister is in our house and watching me dig through the dirt with my hands. I attempt to mentally create some sort of atmosphere of treasure-seeking as she seems somewhat doubtful. Eventually, I find what turns out to seemingly be an Australian penny (no longer in use even though prices commonly indicate otherwise - something I have always found bizarre - the idea of “theoretical money”, especially when not accurate, being one of the strangest concepts I have ever encountered in reality). I eventually see that I am holding a large Australian twenty-cent coin. It is enlarged to a few times its normal size (by assumed perspective only, as sometimes things seem magnified in dreams). I talk about this with her for a short time. The coin’s head side is different than anything I have ever seen; seemingly some sort of male athlete. I sense that it may be valuable. (In reality, I have not really seen that many special twenty-cent coins.) There is something else about coins and lids from bottles, but my dream changes from here as two sections of the floor fall out from under us. There is a “whoa” sound of surprise and a sense of sudden movement (as if we are actually falling).

This scene seems to be a false alarm though (or a partial typical dream “reset”), as I am then suddenly still on the second floor on what is left of the third section of floor on one side of the room. (The other two sections of the floor that fell reminded me almost of falling serving trays.) I am looking down into the large utility room, noting that the pipe has become detached from the toilet (recurring). However, when I look more closely and with more attention, the waste and debris I first thought I saw turns out to be skeins of yarn on the floor (which is quite dry considering there should be water from flooding from the displaced pipe). I also notice many other craft items on shelves in the room below. I feel a sense of relief at “realizing” this, as there is no major mess to have to clean up as I first started to worry about. (For some reason, I am no longer focused on our floor problems at that point.)

After having dreams of finding coins on the ground (or in some cases buried in the dirt) since early childhood, this may be a play on “trying to find value in dirt or in one’s location”, or “trying to find sense (cents) in Earth or one’s location”. I suppose there are a lot of ways to look at it. As a multidimensional spiritual being in a “lower” limited-to-three-dimensions physical realm, this could relate to trying to find value in materialistic life on Earth or value (or sustenance) in the ground alone (with such as a garden). A “yarn” can be “a long or rambling story, especially one that is implausible” and can also be referred to as BS (implied waste). Still, people tend to forget that visual associations may be more meaningful than puns or metaphors in some cases. In this case, it may relate to the potential of creating or “weaving” something (not necessarily a “yarn”) out of something that would otherwise be wasted.

Recall: 3/10. I'm in the town where I grew up but I'm an old woman. I'm jogging and despite my age I feel like it is effortless, so I decide to run the five miles to my house outside of town. I am crossing an intersection as I decide this, and suddenly something sails through the air and nearly hits me. It clatters to the pavement and I see it is an empty half-sized soda can. I look around for where it came from, and see a black man, evidently a vagrant, who is shouting and throwing them at me. He seems angry but I can't make out his words. He throws a second and then a third can.

I try to go another way to avoid him but find myself in a cul-de-sac that leads through a narrow alley into an even darker square surrounded by tall buildings. It looks creepy and dangerous, and from the lack of light I assume that the alley is the only way out or in. There is a dumpster in the alley and a guy going through it. I have no reason to go this way and fear for my safety if I do, so I return to my original route. The ground of this cul-de-sac street is covered with bananas, layers of them flattened and smashed against the ground, filling the air with a fruity, overripe smell. I don't remember my town being so heavily involved in the banana industry, and it doesn't make sense given that bananas don't even grow around here, but I can't discount the evidence all around me. As I leave the cul-de-sac and return to the main street, I am running over such a thick layer of smashed bananas on the ground that I have to take extra care not to slip and fall.

Some clothes in a shop catch my eye, and I pause to look them over. There are two outfits that seem ideal for an elderly woman like me, or at least, they look like the sort of thing you often see old ladies wearing. Both consist of a zip-up top and half-length pants in matching polyester. I try on the pants of one set, but don't like the texture of the cloth, and although it looks like I'd still be able to run in them, I wonder if they would end up chafing my legs. I decide to stick with my knee-length black lycra running tights and put them back on.

I start running home again. Then I remember how some people use the mental image of a repetitive motion, like running, as an anchor during their WILD attempts. I think it might be fun to give this a try and see if I can run right into the dream state. Even though conditions are ideal (given that I'm already dreaming at the time!) my attempts amount to little and I don't get lucid. I have the impression I started thinking this while I was actually in the process of waking up.

I find myself outside a very colorful forest with a golden dusty castle. The colors were very vibrate and I felt mostly weightless. This made me realize I was dreaming. I was on top of a hill and hesitated a few times to walk on the ground. The sky had a eerie color, and soon the scene change to where I lost lucidity.

I seem to be outside again in a desert, I heard and saw a jet fly right pass me. I saw a man howling out in the middle dessert , causing shockwaves and whirlwind from a distance. It got worse in till it cause an explosion. The air was black and I began running near a large mountain. I quickly stop when I almost walk off the cliff. The distance was a long way down and I unfortunately trip at the edge.

I began holding on to the edge of some large silver plate. It was gradually slipping, I kept thinking to myself that this is a test. If it wasn't , I would have already fell all the way down. There was about 5 other huge silvers on a huge chair. If I can carefully move to the next two plates, I would be safe. I made a few attempts but soon I realize the more attempts I made the more the odds were not in my favor.

Eventually it became impossible for me to carefully move to get othe next silver plate. So after a not so long time of thinking, I decided to lunge at the next one. And at first I made it but the pressure of my body made all the silver plates fall off the mountain. I fell all the way down and felt my back hit the ground which my eyes were now closed and I began slipping to unconsciousness.

I could hear a girl say where are you mom, and then said look there's something or a person near the bushes. After that I woke up.

Great start to the morning. It's been a while, but I finally had...another lucid!
After going the weekend with no recall whatsoever, having a lucid this morning was a nice surprise. While the dream was short, and I couldn't recall much from before I went lucid, it's a success nonetheless.
Somebody (don't remember who) gave me enough money to take my girlfriend out on a date to go eat somewhere. Love was in the air, surely it'll be a wonderful date...wait. Ah, there's my girlfriend's mom (are you noticing the recurrences here?). Turns out, she needs me to investigate a case before I can take my girlfriend out on a date. This case involves a serial killer who has been active around the area recently. (colored serial killer a light purple, as killers seem to be a frequent occurrence in my dreams lately.
I partnered up with a man whom I've never met before, and just as we started planning what to do about the case... I woke up. My alarm went off at 4:30, and I had to go to work in about an hour and a half. Luckily, I knew I had set an alarm for 5:00, so I decided to drift back to sleep. And wouldn't you know it, I returned to the exact same dream, right where I left off.
Only this time, something was amiss. None of this seemed real. Something (I'm not sure what) gave me the feeling that I should do a reality check. I pinched my nose and tried to breathe, and I was able to. "I'm dreaming!!" I shouted. My partner looked at me with an odd expression, but just dismissed my apparent insanity with a "Yeah, whatever..."
He immediately wanted to get back to looking into this serial killer. "Won't be a problem. Let's use this," I said matter-of-factly. It was here that I imagined a filing cabinet full of info about the killer to appear in front of us. I expected it to be there, and POOF, there it was, as if it had been there all along. I pulled the drawer open, satisfied with my successful attempt at dream control. And then...
I woke up for the last time, my alarm for 5:00 blaring in my ears. So, needless to say, that left me feeling pretty good! I've never created something with dream control before. Before this, I've flown, did acrobatics, and threw a fridge across a room, but creating something is a new one for me. It was effortless too, no problem making it appear whatsoever. A good milestone, I think.

First dream

I was walking in the countryside. I was halfway to the nearest city. There were fields on the left and right, and a forest in the distance. I met a brunette girl with bright blue eyes. She was wearing a white t-shirt, bright blue skirt, and had a necklace. I can't recall how the necklace looked like.

She asked me if I can take some flowers for her from the field. I jumped onto the field, and looked for the plant she wanted to receive. When I got out, I was all in mud, dirty. She was really thankfull.

I decided to go with her to the nearest shop. She chosen what she wanted to buy. The shopkeeper demanded huge amounts of money for only four products. I tried to remove some of the more expensive, but it was still huge.

I checked my wallet, and it was empty. I asked if she has any money. The girl checked her wallet, and found nothing as well. She asked me if we can just take the products and run away, and after a while of consideration I decided that we should just go away, without taking anything.

We walked out of the shop. Suddenly we found ourselves in front of my house. There was a black man - student of Oxford college. He was weaing a green hoody with Oxford written on the back. He went to the street, met other students, and rapped.

Second dream

I was walking in school. There was a girl that was looking for her lover. I tried to help her. We found out that there was a man who had a few girlfriends. They received that information rather quickly.

Third dream - recurring, different ending than before

Technology became so advanced that humanity could revert all it's impact on environment, and then move to huge vault-complexes. Nobody leavd their vaults, except for moving to another vault, either by trains or cars that used form of energy, that doesn't create any pollution.

I was with a group of teenagers. The group consisted of three men, and two women. I can't recall if any of them used names in the whole dream. One had dark hair, and was wearing white shirt and jeans trousers. Second guy had blond air, and was wearing black t-shirt and jeans trousers. I was the third one. The first girl had brown hair, and was wearing grey t-shirt and jeans trousers. I can't recall the second girl.

Somehow we found a way to the surface, but after we got out the way was sealed. It was cold early morning. The vault was surrounded by fields with growing crops. There was a road and train track nearby. We tried to go back the sealed way, but it wouldn't open.

I decided that we should spread out, and see if we can find a way. If we do, we must call for the rest. I searched the area close to the sealed way. My point of view changed. I was the guy with white t-shirt. I was searching some basements. I saw a way, looking like ducts, but I hesitated if I should enter it.

Then my vision changed again. I was the guy with black t-shirt. I was on the road. I dodged some cars to get close to the trains, but I saw that they open only from inside the vault, and have no windows. I saw that there is a way from under the train track, but it risks death if I would be there where train comes.

My point of view changed again. From the top view I saw the girl, searching some rooftops and going into corridors. Suddenly a door in the corridor opened. The girl was scared and was crying.

Then I was back at my point of view. I found a hidden switch, which moved a platform to the rooftop. I found a way inside there. I immediately sended a message to the rest of the group, and the came quickly, We just jumped through the hole, and landed safely in the corridor near apartments of the vault.

*Usually the dream ended with:

- The guy in white t-shirt killed by mechanisms when trying to go through ducts;

- The guy in black t-shirt hit by car when moving on the road; killed by train while trying to find the way under the tracks; killed by a serial killer when following the road to the entrance;

- The girl killed by mad scientist after entering mysterious room;

- Me catched by mad scientist, and killed by serial killer;*

False awakening

I "woke up" in my bed. I felt a strong pain in my teeth. I touched one with my tongue, and felt a huge hole in it. I felt that I touch my gums through it. After a while all of my teeth started to fall out of gums, and form a ball of crushed teeth. I took it out of my mouth, and then awakened.

In my dream I and a dream character found Slenderman. He was injured and though he didn't intend to be friendly we were determined to help him...well I was anyway. You see, Slenderman was hurt somehow even if it didn't appear so and was unable to teleport so of course I would help him! We stopped at a store to buy something, Slenderman followed us inside, when he was spotted it caused an uproar in people of the store. They demanded why he was here. How did he return? After he had been banished/defeated somehow. We ran back to the truck we had driven there in, a mob following behind and drove away, SLenderman rode in the bed of the truck.

I woke up in the middle of a conversation with Slenderman, asking him why he couldn't teleport and where we had to go to get him back home...or at least what we could do to teleport him out of there.

Not sure why I had that dream but I loved it!
Also, I think I know where the whole banished/defeat part came from. You see I was watching a youtube channel called MyDarkJournal yesturday and this person has a Slenderman video series in one of the videos she tells a story about how SLenderman was defeated or at least something like Slenderman. Sooo...yeah.

I got a drawing tablet for my computer. It was really small but it worked really well. It almost seemed like it was drawing what I wanted for me. I was really happy because it let me add more style to my drawing and draw so much faster.


I was at some kind of summer camp... or something to do with college. S was there. They wanted the two of us to 'study' together. But this didn't mean studying math or science or something like that. It meant that we had to enter a shared dream and learn more about each other. We thought it would be a good idea.

They put us into a hotel-like room with two rooms and closed the door. The rooms had the feel of the rooms from the beach resort my family visits every year. It was dark and we both fell asleep very quickly.

And we are a-go for faulty lucidity.

We wound up in some kind of store. It was difficult to tell what kind it was, it had sort of a unique feel to it. It didn't just feel like we were in a meijier or a wal-mart or something. The building was extremely fancy and intricate, but the items they were selling were, for the most part, the same stuff you would find in a convenience store.

And what does S do, he start's stealing stuff left and right off the shelves. I remember he even took a 64gb flash drive from right next to the cash register and she didn't notice.

The thing is, this is actually true about him IWL. I have seen him steal things before. He once stole a pop from a truck that was unloading food/drinks behind our school.

I drew the line when he somehow got his hands on a gold chain from the jewelry section. I told him I wasn't gonna tell on him or even make him put any of the things he had stolen and hid in his pocket back. But I did tell him that if he was going to steal things, he shouldn't keep me around because if he got caught, I'd hate to go down with him.

We went into a blind spot between two security cameras. For some reason this scene was like a cartoon. I started shaking him and all of this gold/jewels/money fell out of him into a big pile on the floor. I kept shaking him because I knew there was more and a black sports car fell out of the back of his hoodie. (Don't ask me how that fit in there.)

For some reason he got extremely mad and stormed out of the store, cussing all the way. (With all of the stolen goods in a big pile in his arms.)

I FA'd into the room and the camp counselor came in. She started going through a chart of people. I saw that S was no longer asleep on the other bed in the room. She showed me some chart with everyone's names on it and asked me to rate it.

-WBTB-

Something to do with living on a flat/castle/fortress like house in the middle of nowhere. I can remember it looked like real life, everything had texture and was real, but things felt like Minecraft. Perhaps it was the zombies and skeletons that were attacking me.

I was fighting them but I fell off the roof and died. I re-spawned back at my bed. I was actually a tad bit semi lucid here since I knew that I was a character in a video game. There was a wooden chest next to my bed; when I opened it I saw it was full of items like in Minecraft. I was looking for an Iron or Diamond sword.

There were a bunch of items made of lead for some reason. (Lead swords, axes, shovels, etc.) I also remember there being a gold sword. But no diamond or iron weapons. Nothing I could rely on.

I decided to run to where my old items dropped, but they had disappeared.

Morning of April 6, 2015. Monday.



This is only the second longer dream related to the “Supernatural” television series as far as I know. However, there is a huge number of older dream records I have not looked at recently that were never online or newly researched, so it is possible there are older ones. In this case, it is concerning the actual characters rather than the actors as in my last related dream.

Firstly, Sam and Dean join with Crowley to kill hellhounds and other beasts (including the “monster” from “F/X” from 1986). Sam, Dean, and Crowley seem like best friends with a long history of helping each other. The setting seems to be some sort of isolated hall inside a building or offset from this world. Crowley is injured by the F/X beast and Sam and Dean pull him to safety after defeating every beast. I am seemingly not directly part of the action here because I am never threatened in any way even though I am on the scene fully in-body and thus actually present.

Eventually, I am in a large mansion that apparently belongs to another member of the Winchester family. It is a younger male. Sam and Dean stay in this place while Crowley gets better. Oddly, he rests in a large drawer in a large four-tier chest of drawers, I think the third drawer up. He has cuts and bites all over his wrists and around his neck.

An amusing scenario is when I hint at what Sam and Dean have been doing for a long time, as the other male who owns the mansion does not know anything about it. Every now and then, I mention words like “supernatural”, “hellhounds”, “ghosts”, and so on. Every time I use a word as such, Dean gives me a concerned “don’t you dare” look as if the other male is not supposed to know anything about Sam and Dean even though he is family. Finally, I say “hunters” (my last “hint word”) which makes both Sam and Dean look at me in an extraordinarily annoyed manner. The other male never really understands what I am talking about, though, as I am only giving clues rather than directly explaining or revealing anything.

At one point, I show the unknown male the scar on my left wrist. It is larger than in real life (typical in-dream “magnification”) and with several more defined hollow areas. Dean has a scar similar to mine also on his left wrist, though with stitch marks in a straight line near where the hand meets the wrist, about five or six small holes. I explain how my scar was caused by a fight with an octopus-like sea monster. (I even have a vague false in-dream memory of this fictional event).

Eventually, Crowley wakes up and slowly crawls out of the drawer and his wounds are all somehow healed. He is apparently completely human now. He attempts to move things with magic, such as a book and a stack of papers, but nothing happens. He also now seems only about twenty years old and seems very dejected. A voice comes down from a corner of the room. It is his mother (who has apparently taken over Heaven and has a lot of minions). He does not say anything about having no powers though I am aware he is scared because she demands to see him and he cannot teleport. I am uncertain as to what his fate will be.

I try to move some papers (by magic) from a high stack of old papers on the chest of drawers but nothing happens. I am annoyed but do not draw attention to myself. I end up leaving and walking out the front entrance into the night, finding myself on Loomis Street walking southerly. Behind me is a cheerful group of about six college or high school students, one being a young version of my wife (which I do not realize until later). As I walk, I sometimes cause, by apparent “magic”, a single maple leaf (there is only one here and there along the way although there is other organic debris on the sidewalk) to move from the middle of the sidewalk into the street. At one point, however, the trick seems to be done by blowing downwards with my hands cupped and works as such. The others do not notice or at least are not astounded or impressed. However, it dawns on me that this is “not possible” (I am never lucid) and I cannot do either the magic or the blowing again to make a leaf move anymore, though I attempt it again several times as we walk. There is ambiguity here; sometimes the “maple leaf” is more like a piece of Spanish moss or steel wool (which seems the “same”) with a very vague association with a miniature cage or cage-like “nest”.

Soon, it is late morning even though it was around midnight just seconds before. I am attracted to my wife (the group now walking ahead of me) and cause some sort of cable near the sidewalk (probably the large telephone cable being installed here recently) to rise slightly and move around near her legs to stop her from getting too far ahead of me. Another (unknown) female sits behind an unlikely “outdoor counter” on a street corner. Eventually, my wife and a couple others of the group sit down against an outer wall that is somewhat like part of a school. I notice that my headphones are entangled within the cable I had been magically moving about by telekinesis. I mentally cause the headphone cord to become disentangled and rise straight in the air and “plug itself into” the underside of the roofed sidewalk. I also notice that sections of the eaves are like the ground, that is - upside-down ground by which the dirt and a few pieces of debris (as well as a gum wrapper or some such) somehow does not fall. (Do I detect a play here on “plugging into Eve?”)

I then start to admire my wife’s legs (which are still partly within a section of the cable but not that entangled) and contemplate how to be with her from then on. It seems the only concern worthy of focus.

Later, there is some sort of secondary dream or slowed-down hypnopompic “epilogue” where Sam is sitting in a dungeon-like room with straw on the floor near an old wooden door with bars. A holographic human torso (no arms or head - just the torso, but wearing some sort of Middle Ages doublet) keeps moving through the closed door at about a forty-five degree angle, ghost-like, but not threatening, causing Sam to jump in exaggerated surprise and puzzlement each time. This scene eventually changes to a dalmatian in the same place barking at, and dodging, red targeting lasers from an unknown source (illogically, seemingly from the inside wall of the room opposite the door, though this actually does not seem to be the case as the dog does not seem to notice anyone with a rifle in the room). For a short time, I “remember” that Sam Winchester is a dalmatian, but then I realize I am thinking in abstract terms and wake.

Yet again, my dream seems to be partially triggered by something my wife had seen and thought about (which has happened hundreds of times over the past several years). She had checked the details of the “Supernatural” show a day before she usually does (without saying anything). The cables (and “plugging in my headphones”) could actually be some sort of metaphorical form concerning telepathy between two people. That is my guess at this point, anyway.