non-lucid

I'm sitting at the foot of the banquet table at the McKittrick as the Macbeths come down the stairs. They're drunk. Lady Macbeth's laughing, leaning against her husband. There may or may not be others sitting around the banquet table with me - I have a vague impression of shapes in the chairs, but they're insubstantial. I'm not sure how visible I am, for that matter.

Macbeth picks up his lady and carries her to the dais with her legs wrapped around his waist. He takes her to a chair set against the wall, not at the table, and as he lets her go he says something into her ear, much too quietly for me to hear. As he walks away she says, suddenly serious, "I doubt it." He comes to stand over the banquet table, clumsy movements, overconfident attitude. I'm enjoying watching him, and the sense of anticipation.

I was sitting with two women friends (no one I know RL) across a table from the Dalai Lama. One of the women was showing us pictures of a guy she said had just died. The pictures were a vertical strip of three, like those that come out of a photo booth, only larger format, about 3x4 I guess, vertically aligned. What was more striking was the figure in the photos, which didn't look human, but like a skinny reddish angry muppet with an open howling mouth and a shock of hair over its eyes, a bit like Animal but more gangly.

I recognized him at once, though: "That's Kelsang Gyatso," I told the other women. "He's like a dissident, except in relation to mainstream Tibetan Buddhism. It's over some stupid doctrinal dispute." Then I remembered that the Dalai Lama was sitting right across the table and I blushed and apologized, since obviously the dispute was important to him and I hadn't meant to offend. "I just meant it seems stupid to people on the outside."

The Dalai Lama gently admonished me, "It is better not to say things that you might have to apologize for." I felt like retorting, "I know, but I'm not enlightened," but recognized that he was right so I just nodded in acknowledgment.

I was watching a documentary about a movie being filmed somewhere in northern Greenland. (Though it looked nothing like that, in fact the flora looked nothing like earth. In the background were these weird trees with tube-like leaves, and these massive green and red stalks, easily 50 feet tall.

The director of the movie was talking about how these parts were beautiful but the local tribes rumored there to be some kind of wolf demon who lived in the woods. He said that a couple of guys had disappeared though. I began hearing panting and growling like a monster was coming in the background.

I began to hear a low growling/panting noise and I woke up. I looked around all paranoid like a little kid half expecting there to be a giant wolf/monster in my room. I thought about how I once heard that nightmares like this occur because of our primordial fear of such creatures. After a minute, I got past it and went back to sleep.


I had a rather long and extremely dull dream that I had been locked out of my college dorm room. I walked around campus and eventually ran into S. We went to the Cafe and he bought a whole bunch of food and ate it. (So... accurate to RL, he loves food.)

I eventually went to see campus security and pointed out that I couldn't even get back to my dorm. I pointed in the direction that it was supposed to be and there was this huge, old skyscraper with a clock tower where my dorm was supposed to be.

"I can't get back to my dorm, there's a giant skyscraper- Wait."

Lucidity hit me like a sack of bricks. I started to wake up. I told myself I would DEILD. I found myself in a supermarket.

What followed was a really odd semi-lucid dream where I was in a supermarket, but the shelves in the supermarket were phasing between that and a desert canyon. There was a dogfight going on in the canyon between a number of white and black aircraft of various sizes. It was some kind of real-time-strategy game, but I wasn't playing, just observing.

In the end it turned out to be some kind of hologram and I remember the canyon changed back into the supermarket, but all of the tiny aircraft were still there.


I then of course had that FA that everyone hates. You know, the one where you dream that you wake up, get your computer, go on Dreamviews and start typing up the previous dreams. I can remember writing my DJ entry in an odd way, though. I wrote it as this long list trying to keep track of every point that happened in the previous dreams. Also, in the dream I remember writing up one or two more nonlucid dreams that I no longer recall now.

Morning of December 13, 2014. Saturday.



The first part of my dream reveals that an icy winter is in what should be Australia, as the setting is our Barolin Street house, though reflecting an American winter (in reality, it is quite hot here and there has certainly never been deep snow about). There is very deep snow and ice everywhere, unrealistically so as there is implied traffic now and then, which would not be able to get through otherwise (even though cars and trucks apparently go by at times with no implied difficulty - however, this is not fully resolved with actual imagery, which seems to “reset” at least once). The scene seems to be later at night, possibly around nine o'clock. At one point, I stand in the doorway of our porch admiring the winter scene though realistically I would not be able to get to the store should we need food or supplies.

The large black dog from a previous dream (of yesterday) seems to be in this one but not as much as a nuisance. In fact, when I become aware of the potential of it being a nuisance (it seems to have been on our porch for a short time), it runs out into the snow and into an unrealistic rut (I say unrealistic because even though there appears to be a parallel set of ruts as if vehicles had traveled through the snow, the wheels would likely have to be five feet high to clear the snow depth in the middle). Additionally, I am semi-lucid, but not enough to take full control or fully acknowledge I am dreaming, only trying to work out if the dog will be run over, due to the fact that the rut is too deep to get out of should a car or truck suddenly drive by. After a time, I am fairly certain that an approaching truck will get him, though I do not actually see it happen. I am vaguely aware that a snowplow had gone by even though there is no visual evidence that one had.

This brings me to again reflect upon just how oddly distorted (and “illogical”) some dream scenes are. The “too deep ruts” remind me somewhat of when an arm came through a window from outside to annoy me even though I was on the second floor of a house (and how in a much older dream, a giant monster appears outside from around the shoulders up in a first-floor window, implying he would have had to be standing in a deep hole to validate the perspective).

My dream shifts to where an unwelcome visitor is in the house, though at this point, it seems I am in someone else’s home (unknown). The man seems to be a salesman and is holding documents relative to his sales talk, though the seeming resident of the house is in another room. A couple other people are sitting in chairs, though the salesman is standing near an armchair that a somewhat disinterested listener is sitting in. I make a comment about why he thinks he has the right to come into someone’s house and start talking in this manner and trying to get people to buy something they may not need or want. For some reason, I become more annoyed at his arrogance and imposition (even though, again, it does not seem to be my home) and direct small transparent flames from my fingertips to set the documents on fire. Once the fire is burning more of the paper, he hurries out, dropping them, but the fire goes out after completely burning up the documents he was holding.

After this, there is a second scene of fire production where I am outside in a park (seemingly afternoon) and again set fire to some papers someone is holding. In this case, it seems to be a homeless person who is curious about my pyrokinetic ability, though he does not seem to see it as all that unusual. A couple other homeless people appear. I burn more papers, but sometimes notice it takes more concentration to produce a bigger flame.

In a third scenario, I am in some sort of school that vaguely resembles part of my old middle school. An old Chinese man is teaching pyrokinetic martial arts. The rules must be followed as closely as possible. However, at a couple points, someone else has to remind him of something (relative to a certain martial arts move or general task) because he seems to be slightly senile, yet somehow still a powerful teacher. I do a few martial arts moves, on my own as well as with a few younger people, gracefully directing fire from my fingers at the same time as other fluid moves occur (which reminds me vaguely of the recent dream with my wife and a cobra “dancing” in perfect harmony, precisely doing inversions of the other’s moves). There are two hall-like areas with a set of shelves at the end near a more open area. The shelves apparently contain various props for pyrokinetic tasks.

I boil water several different times (in a couple different areas of the building) by sending cylindrical heat rays through all of my fingers at once. This part of my dream is the most vivid. I can even feel a sort of “wind” moving about my hand as well as seeing hollows in the water’s surface where more pressure is blowing down as bubbles appear and I actually hear the water beginning to boil quite clearly. It seems like some sort of competition, though I eventually lose interest and would rather make fire (and burn paper) than boil bowls of water. I mostly use my right hand in all the scenes - or at least it has the most energy to direct my mental intent. I contemplate “burning” the water, but that seems vaguely implausible.

Continuing the martial arts scenario, I burn newspaper pages that are held up by someone else. There is another seeming contest, though one has to go through a specific cluttered hall to get to the room instead of going through another clearer way. This irks me somewhat as I am already losing interest and realize I am only a visitor to the school rather than a long-term student. Being annoyed by having to go around clusters of chairs, I instead rise in the air and fly over that part of the hall, kicking some of the chairs over as I go just to express what I feel is needlessly problematic if one would be walking through the hall. Rather than “perform” more for a visiting audience to give publicity to a school I am not enrolled in, I then fly very fast out of the building, deciding to return home, knocking more chairs over as I zoom out through a window.

Fire and ice has been more common in my dreams of late (at least in combination). In fact, I had just mentioned this type of dream on a forum yesterday, though someone else had started the thread.

December 13, 2014

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More Boring than Homework

I was in a crafts class or homework session of some sort, working on something. I finished the work early, and left. But it was boring, whatever I decided to do, so I went back to the class.



What a Nice House

I was in a foreign place. Or at least a different state. My family was on vacation there. An elderly woman was driving me to the house my family was staying in for the trip, and she said "Was für ein schönes Haus." We pulled up to the house, which was in a large lot. The whole town seemed western-ish, but the house was so out of place.



YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS?!

I had to call one of my old high school friends, K, to tell him something important. But he never picked up the phone. So I called like five or six times, and finally left a voice mail and as I was leaving it, he answered. I forgot what I told him, but his response was: "YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS?!?!" He asked what we would do next, and then the dream faded.



Wrong Number

My best friend from high school called my phone, and I was really happy because we haven't talked in a really long time. It turned out she had called the wrong number. I was sad because she sounded really disgusted or something. I asked her to wait a moment and we talked a little, though I'm pretty sure she didn't really want to talk to me at all.



REALLY Don't Wanna Get Up.

I had a false awakening in my room. I sat up, got out my iPad and started reading manga. My roommate walks in, sees me, and says, "wow Kestrel you REALLY don't want to get up do you?"



Turkey and Peacock

Here I actually woke up, fell back asleep, and had a longer dream. I was in a room with one of my students, who has ASD. I had the feeling of being responsible for him, and was trying to get him to fall asleep, for some reason. The room we were in was really bare, and had a dark blue-green feeling to it. It was a bit murky, or so,etching. He eventually fell asleep, and I stood up to leave. As soon as I opened the door, there were tons of people in the hall, leading into the living space. It was like a version of my apartment, but much bigger and with different flooring and walls. My brothers, cousins, some of my students, and other people ranging from age toddler to about 20, were all there. One of my cousins came up to me and said the adults were all out to a party of some sort. We older ones were all supposed to watch the younger ones for the night. Her hair was all curled and up in a prom-do, and when I commented on how pretty it was, she said it was always like this at school.

Two of the people there were actually people I went to elementary and middle school with. They were playing some kind of epic battle game with some of the other boys there, and I tried to cross the "battlefield" without getting too much in their way.

Once crossed, I was at the front door. The room had shifted to be like a larger and slightlyx different version of the Quaker meeting house I attended as a child. I was looking out the windows and big glass double doors, and one of the littler children suddenly said, "look, a peacock!" I hadn't seen one, but when I looked back there was a peacock right there. It was pretty, but also a little plain as far as peacocks go. I look a little to the left and see my craziest cousin outside, trying to get closer to the bird. I try to tell her she'll scare it away, but she is just being her usual wacky self, approaching the bird with weird motions. I see a little further off a turkey Tom.

At first I thought it was all okay but the turkey and the peacock were looking like they were going to fight each other. I called my cousin to come inside, and we watched as the peacock flashed his beautiful feathers to look big and threatening. The turkey also puffed himself out to look bigger. The peacock started pecking amt the turkey, until it ran off. The peacock was alone now, but still looked like it wanted a fight, so I made sure to close the door firmly so it couldn't get inside and hurt any of the children.

Dream 1

I was in a room with a old friend talking about the universe.

Dream 2

I was walking down the street wearing a green coat and a green scarf. Somehow I ended up inside a house where a family was caring for their kids. There was a man there trying to teach a girl with a ruler that supposedly had a special mark on it. There was also a old man there with someone else. I was offering him chocolate covered cheerios I saw from a food channel. I ate some too. Even though I haven't tasted chocolate covered cheerios before it was surprisingly delicious.

Dream 3

I was inside my house and my dad was carving a tree. I asked him what he was making and my cousin said plantains. I thought it was weird that my dad was making plantains with a huge tree( without the leaves)but I didn't say anything about it. After looking at a pan on the stove I heard my other cousin say something really weird. She said to my brother to go downstairs so she could kiss him.

I told her she was being stupid but she just told me to mind my buisiness and went downstairs. After I followed her i saw that the setting was different, sort of blurry and distorted and realized that this was definitely a dream. I decided to look for Eye or Dawn but all that showed up was two annoying dream characters. I thought one of them was Eye and tried to get its attention but it just kept flying around and laughing.

I tried getting away from it when suddenly a girl showed up with the other DC. It began taunting me and tried to scare me by putting needles through me. When the girl saw the needle went through me and didn't hurt she said "hey!! Why isn't it going inside of you?" I I felt good that I could use my dream control to defeat her but than i let a needle stick on me by mistake. She was pleased with this and said "That's better~" I ran out of the house and tried calling for Dawn in the streets. I saw someone running in the distance and ran after the DC.

As we were running up a hill people were singing my name and singing about me trying to find Dawn. When I reached the top everything turned black and numbers appeared. The numbers were 3, 30, 10, 7, 17. Something like that. Than I was watching a scene unfold. A lady entered her bedroom and saw a dirty blonde come out of the sheets where her husband/boyfriend was. She asked if the lady under the covers was cleaning up under there. The dirty blonde said she was just doing her job and left.

After that the scene shifted and I was on a bed in the house. I bit my hands to try to wake up. After I reappeared on the bed though I just decided to stay in the dream. I could hear a Lady screaming at someone in the house. I tried going out a window because the lady sounded scary. At first it didn't work but after a few more trys I was outside. I was in a huge place where people parked their trucks and cars.(Parking lot of a factory maybe) There I saw two men talking about cooking I think or driving and after flying around for a bit I woke up.

Scotland sometime in the 1700s, I'm in the stables brushing a horse and speaking with a young man I've just been riding with. He's about to inherit some position from his father and he's extremely uncomfortable about it, particularly about how little education he's had - less for its own sake, and more to do with how others will see him. The conversation's wandered around a bit on the subject of education, and I've just mentioned Jim, a servant I grew up with in the American colonies who's devoted to learning, more so than anyone I ever knew. Brilliant man. The man I'm talking to asks how much schooling he'd had - none. I feel vaguely ashamed about that, for my home and for myself for not thinking about this when we were younger - Jim certainly would have wanted to go to school and it had never occurred to me to think about that. If he'd been white, he'd almost certainly have gone to a college.

Two dull scenes I'm noting for the character who appears in both - at the end of the previous scene I went to sleep and "dreamed" of a long-haired old man who was a teacher in a modern classroom, who said that the two times are only nine steps apart, so it's silly to make such a fuss. At this point I was fully aware the classroom scene was a dream and had modern memories, but didn't believe the Scotland scene was a dream - I considered the classroom dream a way of communicating with this man while I was in the past. Woke up (really), went back to sleep, and some scenes later I was forging a series of swords - masterpieces. The same old man appeared, this time as the master of the forge, and was so impressed that he insisted I destroy one of them by peeling back layers of metal so he could see the core, see what I'd done.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm reading a letter from an old friend. She's telling me she's spent the last six years in Vienna, and that she's devoting this lifetime (meaning however long this particular identity lasts her) to the study of music. She uses a word that specifically means playing instruments rather than singing, and she says she's giving her voice a break after "those swan songs" in Canada. She's studying the piano, which reminds her of me - she asks if I remember the old spinet I used to play for them.

Scene changes when I think about when and where that had been. There's an image of a little room, dark for just a second, then lit up with this golden light in shapes created by a lantern - this incredibly intricate fantasy scene, silhouettes of people and leaves, and an impression of bars, as if inside a birdcage.

I was playing this odd dungeon-crawler RPG game with a few of my friends. It was virtual reality though, and we were acting out our characters. (S,C,A and S's bro.) And I had the sweetest armor in this game, it looked a lot like daedric armor form Skyrim. I had two swords that looked like daedric swords as well.

I was making my way down into this dungeon where S had been captured. It was pretty typical, torches, collapsed stone ruins, spiderwebs. You get the picture. S was being held in the center of a large cavern and guarded by all of these bandits. A pathway through the ruins spiraled down to his cage and the whole thing was lined with bandit guardians.

I tried to make my way around silently, sneaking up behind the bandits and slitting their throats and what-not. I was doing pretty well for awhile until one of them let out an accidental scream. Bandits started charging me from all around, and I went into a whirly-twirly fighting style, slashing down baddies left and right.

In all of the chaos, C and A repelled down on ropes and let S free. S was this huge hulking panda character for some reason. We had to get out of here. We ran for the exit, but it was different going back the other way.

I came across this room where four women were chained up. They didn't have much clothing, and they told me that they were sex slaves to the bandit clan for years and wanted to be freed. (man, this was a dark RPG game.) I cut the lock with my sword and they ran out. Then a bandit came in and screamed that their slaves were getting away. Then, almost hilariously, dozens of male bandits charged out of the cave after the women who ran off. I told my friends that we should probably kill the bandits, if not for saving the women (Some kind of bonus quest.) , at least for the XP. After all, I'd killed a few dozen of them without taking a scratch.

They seemed insistent that we hide behind this wall though while the bandits continued stampeding out of the dungeon. At least a hundred had to have run past us by now. I kept on urging them that we should fight. They told me that we didn't know how many bandits there were. I wanted to fight, because they were all really low level, like three and four level bandits. Our levels were like 50 or something. I tried to go after them, but C and S held me down. The last thing I recall was that C's character had piercing green eyes. She looked at me with them.


I was having a very odd dream where I was pulling a large metal sled up a hill by the side of my house. There were a bunch of sleeping animals on it, including a cat, a snake, a couple of mice, and a small brown pig from what I could remember. Everything was tinted with an orange-ish light.

I somehow grabbed hold of some really unclear lucidity. (We're gonna use the drunk lucidity color for this dream.) While I was outright lucid, I was pretty tired last night, and I couldn't really think straight.

One of my longer-term goals came to mind, I wanted to manifest my old dream Nemesis, a boy named Jonathan. I wanted to either defeat him or befriend him. I tried to concentrate on that. As I got to the top of the hill, I stopped pulling the sled. There was a shallow pit in the ground surrounded by garden bricks, and he was laying down in it.

Jonathan came to, and he got up out of the hole. Even with my crappy lucidity, I could pick up on the DC's energy. He wasn't the least bit evil anymore. He looked a little bit different too. The bags under his eyes were gone, and his hair was more flat rather than spiky. He had gotten rid of everything in his attire that made him look evil, such as the big silver skull that I remember him having around his neck.

For some reason he wanted to see Manei now. Something along the lines of wanting to apologize for all of the crap that he caused in the past. He apologized to me, first. We then started looking for Manei. I tried going into my house, telling myself that she would be inside, but I couldn't find her.

He asked me why it wasn't working. I told him that it might be because the dream is so accurately recreating my house that I am subconsciously convinced that this is waking life, and therefore have difficulty bringing something I associate with dreams into this reality. I told him that if we could get to a more dreamlike setting, manifesting her might be easier.

I then for some reason a really weird idea. I wanted to try using Dreamspeak to summon her. I didn't know what to say or really why I wanted to try this idea. Blame the unclear lucidity.

"Manei, Kuasen axio sosunsombule."

"What the heck did you just say?"

"I summoned her... I think."

Just then, I picked up on her energy. I could tell she was outside, across the street. We made our way there, and found her. For some reason, she had chosen to appear as an elderly woman.

Jonathan apologized in a short and awkward way. Manei looked at him in a strange, sort of unsympathetic way. I could tell she wasn't really too happy to see this guy. Jonathan eventually said that staying around here would just be awkward, and that he can understand why staying around might not be the best idea after what he did in the past. He told us he was going to leave, and walked off into the sun, where he became blurry and faded away.

I noticed that Manei had some bandages around her arms. I asked her about them and she told me that she had gotten burned attempting some kind of energy transmission with a higher-up. She told me that it had worked, and the burns were mild and just a side-effect. She told me that she had been feeling a lot better since the energy transmission.

So my dream's a little bitty, I've only just started trying to remember them anyway..

I was in my (mum's) friend's house with Jane (who is the said friend), I think this was more of a memory the dream thought up. I didn't register it then but the rooms of the house were set out differently to how they actually are, and her living room had ghastly orange cushions placed on this three seat, brown leather sofa.
This room was important because someone had commited 'suicide', I can't remember if it was supposed to be Jane's boyfriend or his kidnapper (yup, the imaginary boyfriend had been kidnapped not long before) by she and I somehow knew it was a murder meant to look like suicide.

The scene then changed to myself, my mother and two other people attempting to walk down this really steep alley in town, which was flooded or had a lot of water. I remember feeling quite nervous because I was trying really hard not to fall over, we eventually had to cling onto the wall on our right (which in the dream had a huge chunk missing) to get down.
Once we reached the bottom (phew) I asked my mother where Jane was and she told me her friend had gone away for a few months following the incident. At that point I remember wanting never to have seen the horrific scene of the 'suicide' as I'd unknowingly walked into the room, being the one to discover it....
There was something about a neighbour across the road but I can't remember that now, though I think her name was Dani?

And right in the middle there was the random moment where I googled something (all I could see was the screen) and on images I saw the comic book versions of Sam and Dean Winchester.

I was with my sister in a mall, we went to a place that seems to be a bank, but when we enter the bank, the technology was better, that the one we know, and it was from star wars, because what yo have to do in that place, was to choose being with the empire or join in with the rebels.
I told my sister that we were going to the empire, so we do the asignation process and when we got out of there, I asked my sis what does she choose, and she tell me she chose the rebels... I was freaked out because I didn't want to be in a side against my sister, so we went inside that place again, and mi sister change her aplication, and finally join the empire.

When we get out of that place, we were very hungry, so we decide to go to a restaurant,when we were there all the people knew me, but I really couldn't recognized anybody.
Then I woke up.

Morning of December 12, 2014. Friday.



Warning: Even though this is the honest record of a dream, some may find it offensive with regard to animal cruelty, so give this one a miss if you choose and go on to another entry rather than be offended by a dream record of someone you do not know, especially as I am sure there are real issues in the world for the casual reader to contemplate.

I am in our house in Brisbane on Stadcor Street, where we have not actually lived for a number of years. All the members of my family are as they are now. Over time, a large black dog somehow gets into the house. Although dogs are considered “man’s best friend”, this is typically not the case in my dream universe and it certainly is not the case with dealing with problematic neighbors who refuse to train their dog not to bark all night, or dog attacks on children. That is not the issue here at all here, though. I digress.

I am able to get the dog out of the house by having doors open for a time and chasing it out after it annoys our children several times (though does not directly attack). The dog does seem a bit confused, similar to a larger bobcat I saw in real life that had gotten too much tranquilizer and never fully recovered during its stay in a cage in my middle school’s zoo (Environmental Learning Laboratory).

Oddly, even with all the doors shut, the dog somehow is in the house again, wandering about aimlessly and being a nuisance, knocking things over and causing a bit of damage to some educational materials. Even more oddly, he seems to manifest straight out of the Internet cable, though very close to the ceiling - and then falls to the floor, headfirst with front legs out - almost like diving into a pool. Visually, I am quite startled and amazed by this bizarre scene and am, in afterthought, wondering how I could have possibly missed it as a dream cue. I mean really, dogs do not fall headfirst out of Internet cables near the ceiling. It was almost akin to dreams where you feel you are physically shoved while seemingly resting, usually in a dark and undefined area.

Being even more annoyed than before and even though the dog is bigger than I, I grab it around the neck and have an idea that I could somehow push it through the floorboards. Of course, this makes no sense but I manage to hold it down thinking I could also throw it out the front door - then again, it might come back again. Over time, as I continue to squeeze its neck, the dog eventually seems lifeless, with bubbles flowing from its mouth and nose.

This dream seems rather obvious in its implications. The dog represents a mentally ill person on the Internet that has, astoundingly, still been obsessed with my family and I (and seems completely against real relationships, having children, and honest experiential dream work) - even after I have not been on that site in some time. This of course is confirmed by the confused or perhaps drugged dog coming from the Internet cable and “hounding” my family.

Is this person an actual threat to my family? That much is unknown, but someone who is so narcissistic and childlike in their thinking (and seemingly completely removed from real relationships with real people) almost defies even my ability to believe. This much is certain. Whether or not I ever look at the site in question to see if he is still making up stories, he will still technically be there whether I look or not, somewhat of a wearisome enigma, it seems.

Still, I have made the choice of eventually removing every reference to this deceitful character from every entry other than when the dream itself is directly related (as is this one). It is not worth the wastage.

Have been having extremely vivid dreams lately due to the fact I have been drinking a little less Kava and recently enjoyed a legal treat in Colorado, which seems to make my dreams very deep and vivid. I took a nap this afternoon because I had a very sore back. In my dream I was a teenager again, and my friends were getting together to hang out. I didn't know I wasn't an adult because when a friend and I were hanging out in a bedroom I pulled out some weed shared it with her. I laughed and said "That's one of the reasons I like being a grown up!" To which she looked at me like I was crazy and said "Your not grown up." I looked in a mirror and realized that she was right, I looked like I was about 16. Then we went to an out building where people were shooting pool and listening to music, there must have been 100 people that I remembered from the past, I was lighter, happier and more jovial in the way I interacted with people. I'd run up to people and smile so genuinely and give them a hug or pat them on the shoulders, I was flirtatious too, the feeling that I could potentially make any of the guys fall in love with me. It was truly like being 16 again. I smiled at one guy who was very handsome and looked very Native American, he gave me some kind of complement, like "you are so cute!" and then looked me strait in the eyes and said "I miss this part of you." That's when I woke up, he was one of those DC's that seemed to represent a part of myself, he definitely acted in an unexpected way. I felt light and happy for a few hours afterward, but thought about how I did miss that side of myself, and how I should try to rekindle that outlook on life.

+ (f) (vague [early ones seem to always be vague when I don't record]) in a dark place, warehouse? large shapes falling like dominoes

+ atrium geometric storm, catch the weird robotic bug, use its "seed" for manufacturing something(?)

I'm at work(?) it's a large atrium with glass walls (dream sign) and plants. Outside there is a big storm coming (WL news), I see it arrive, huge dark clouds but they're geometric shapes, big dark-lead-grey almost black geometric chunks of clouds with numerous hemi-spheres descending from the bottom like an egg carton.

I'm approaching a tree / clump, we need to catch something in there. I look to find a stone I can stand on to get high enough but don't find one, someone else knocks the weird bird/bug out of the tree, it slips through my hands, but I manage to separate it into two pieces. It looks mechanical, it's two parts join via a metalic joint. But the body feels squishy and I'm nervous about touching it. The hind section has what we need, I open it up (?) and take out a capsule, some discussion of using this to produce something.

+ plumbing fail: water/sand is shooting out everywhere: washing machine

Trying to turn off faucets that are spewing water and sand.

+ microwave reflections: I'm "drunk?", female coworkers nude selfies in profile

I'm at work, I'm trying to find my station there. There's a long row along one side of the room extending around a 90-degree angle where 2 walls meet. I'm looking down one row looking at name tags and see that each station has a microwave oven for cooking lunch. At the end of the row to the left the microwaves get tiny, barely big enough for a sandwich, I hope that's not my station, it's not. Around the corner I think I see my full name written. I'm looking into the reflection in the microwave oven, is it a reflection or a picture? I see somebody, face familiar, middle-aged, curly hair (is it me?) but the face has a lot of cracks in it like an old oil painting. I look at this face for a while trying to determine if it's me. I ask "is that me?" Somebody answers "yeah, you look like that when you're drunk." The scene changes to naked female figures in profile, they're of my "coworkers," I wonder why they took those pictures. Just a hint of the rosy colored nipples are visible on the breasts. There's a sequence of different girls all similarly posed in profile, standing, I think there's something in that room that makes girls want to take pictures like that.

+ cooking class: undercooked chicken sandwich, pigeon pie (poor things are live to start with)

I'm at a table in a room of tables arranged like a class-room, it's a cooking class. I'm preparing some raw chicken which sort of oozes off of the table and plops on the floor. Should I wash it? We're going to cook it after all. I'm eating a chicken sandwich and enjoying it. Some other class participate, a boy, mentions the "undercooked chicken sandwich." I don't think MINE is undercooked. But I look down at a chunk of chicken in my hand, and I turn it over and indeed it is pink on the bottom, not raw, but definitely undercooked.

The teacher announces the next lesson is "pigeon pie." I look down at the corner of a table and see a (dead? dying) medium sized bird lying on its side, fully feathered, is it a pigeon? Doesn't look like any bird I know. I see it moving, it's still alive do we have to kill them? There are a couple of women seated at a table filled with bags or live pigeons. They take them into their hands and wring their necks. First they milk out of the rear-end a quail-egg-sized egg, put the egg on the table, then wring the neck of the bird. The teacher says "don't feel sorry for the birds." I think that you must get the egg before killing the bird or the egg won't come out.

+ robot hospital: massive complex, waiting for help at the terminals, inspecting bottles of dreaming supplements(!), see son S1 who's playing a game

Walking down a hill and turning a corner to the right outside in daytime. People are walking in the streets, there's a large building up ahead and to the left. I'm trying to find the pharmacy, I ask a woman about the pharmacy. The people seem not quite right. Inside, it's a HUGE buiding it's a hospital, I need to register and check in (my wife is pregnant?). I look down a loooooong high open atrium area, easily 100 yards long or more, I think wow this is a huge place. The place I'm in has a group of people waiting in front of a line of complex computer terminals with large screens, the line makes a 90 degree turn. Helpers are coming up and meeting the waiters and helping them. I look at the helpers and think the people here are strange, it's like they're all robots. Nobody's coming to help me. I'm seated and looking at containers in front of me, I look at one it contains some sort of granules, I read the label and it says something like "...... / VPIKT" I think "ah, yes, I've heard of that, it's a supplement for lucid dreaming". Well, still nobody is coming to assist me so I stand up and walk farther down the atrium and I see my son S1. He's standing at a counter involved in something, paper receipts are falling down? I'm frustrated that he's not actively trying to help get us checked in. I look at his screen and it's a gambling game green background where 3 numbers/things are presented dynamically and you have to guess what will be shown. The view/ my vision then shows my sons's profile view of his head and I look at it and think his nose is a lot more hooked than I remember it being, he's sweating?

December 11, 2014

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STOP!

I was in an art class, and many of my students were there with me. I might have been teaching or at least helping out in the class. I was sitting in a beanbag chair at some point. One of my students, B (who is an English Language Learner), came over and sat on my head somehow. He was immensely heavy, and he was bending my neck and back in a way that made it so I couldn't breathe, and it hurt a lot. I yelled "STOP!" But he didn't seem to understand me, because he just sat there. He somehow used my eye-socket as a footrest, and put his heels in them. I yelled "STOP!" a few more times, feeling I was going to die, and somehow shrugged him off. I held him by the shoulders and panted, "STOP MEANS YOU HAVE TO GET OFF!" He must have realized he'd hurt me, because he looked like he was going to sob, so I wrapped him in a big old hug as if it was him that had almost died, not me.




But the ICECREAM!

I was going up north with Zukin. We were going to meet at an old cottage in the middle of nowhere to go camping and roughing-it. I was looking at the map and deciding which trains I would have to take to get there, and wondering if the Ice Cream I was going to bring would survive the trip. I might have actually been driving there. I remember seeing a road I dreamed about before on the map, to the east. It wasn't labeled, but I knew, because I had a feeling. I was still fretting over getting the ice cream to that cottage in the woods, when I decided randomly to get on a train to China without a ticket. I just wanted to see what the inside of the train was like, but it started moving while I was on it, so I ran to the back of the train, where there was a little platform. The train was like an old steam engine's car, but with modern touches to it. Anyways, I sat on the little platform and, before the train picked up a lot of speed, slid off onto the track below me. The train had only gotten maybe 50-100 feet from the station, which, now I could see it, was very small and simple. I looked back at the train, which was gaining speed now, curving to the right through the woods, toward a big bridge with another platform on it.

I sensed a couple running down the tracks next to this track, saying something about how they missed the train, and now had to run all the way up to the bridge platform to catch it.

I turned back and walked to the station, and ended up in a line of Chinese visitors, who were going through customs. Any one of them could have just walked off because there were no walls at this station (it was more like an outdoor bus transit center than an international train station [disregarding the fact that there was a train to China from the USA]). But they were just waiting in line, and some people were cutting. The rest of them were just kinda "eh, whatever," about it. I tried to get them to stand their ground against the cutters, but they wouldn't, and I woke up.

I was really lazy today, because when I woke up around 3:00A.M.. I didn't wanted to remember my dream, I was feeling to tired, but I regret it now...

The only that I was able to remember later was:
I was in my parents bedroom watching tv, then I just look at my side, and there was Scarlett Johansson... She was just there watching tv with me, so the firt thing I do was taking out my phone and taking a picture of her, but I was trying to make it without her to see me. She realized that I was going to take a picture, and she just smile, but I was trying to disimulate the fact that I was taking the picture...

Then I just remember that we went out of the house, where my yard is, but walking through the yard, it transforms into a really big field.
Walking in there, I realized there was a baby, and there was some candy near the baby... I came closer to the baby and open up some candies, when I did that, the baby started to cry. Then I put a candy in the baby's mouth, so he standed up and he star moving, doing some weird dance, and his eyes were pretty trippy, and when I look into his eyes, I remember a lot of weird and funny images, and a voice describing all the images, it was like a video, and I was laughing a lot.
When I woke up, I was smilling... I think because what i heard in the dream.