non-lucid

This morning I remembered 5 dreams, so we're getting close to my record of 6 dreams which I had a year ago. However I must say that I really don't know in which order the dreams tonight happened so they are likely not chronologically. I checked my old DJ on LD4all and there I saw that after 8 days of journalling I had the first LD so in maybe 2 days I will have one again.

1. Techno commercial

I was a DO floating around some docks (I think Antwerp) and I heard a radio-dubbed voice (MTV, Jim TV?) anouncing a techno party. There were two small office buildings that had a connecting piece between them on the second floor and under that connecting piece the party would be. For some reason I focused on a white plank that hung in the corner of the right building and the connecting section.

2. The Kinsman

I'm escorted by a guy in suit into a bunker, I enter a large concrete room with several collums for holding up the roof. Near the entrance I see several beds on the side, these are the beds recruits sleep in, infact this is the room my bed will be in. All the beds look sloppy, I walk through the center of the room and people are scattered over the room. The way you have to see this large room is like a beach, people have their own little spot where they can lay down. I see a turkish looking bedroom next to a large concrete collum. (none of the bedrooms have walls around them, it's one large room) I stop and say "Oh, you even have a turkish agent?" to the man in suit escorting me but he seemed to have vanished. I continue through the room till I reach the other side, there I see a sofa against the wall for public use. A bit to the right I see my bedroom (for some reason it looks Greece), I relax on the bed for a bit when suddenly I hear an explosion near the entrance. I jump up and hear someone shouting "IT'S AN ATTACK!" I take cover behind a collum and see an explosion in the center of the room. This dream is completly inspired by me seeing the trailer for the film: 'The Kingsman', you can see it on YouTube. And the sloppy beds are inspired by me seeing this picture on a thread here on the forum: http://www.dreamviews.com/general-lu...ns-dreams.html

3. Stranded in Minecraft

I'm with some people in a small rubber boat, I see them laughing like it's fun. The boats sinks till we're knee-deep in the water but one of the guys says "Don't worry I'll blow it back up again." He blew in a small hole that filled the rubber boat back with air and it started floating again. We stopped at a little Island witout trees and a cliff of about 3 meters high. We get out and stand on the edge under the cliff, a tiny gollum from Minecraft punches some of the rock and I see it break.

4. The confusing pancake

I'm in a building and there's some party going on, I'm talking and laughing with friends and decide to go to the kitchen. There I see another friend making pancakes, I see a bottle of red spicy sauce and make a joke saying "Hey, why not put some of that sauce on the pancakes? " I put some sauce on the counter and looked away for a second, I look back and he actually put the sauce on the pancake he was baking. I thought he was crazy, but then I teleported back to my friends I was talking with and see a man eating pancakes with eggs under it, bacon on it and the red sauce. Now it didn't look that weird anymore.

5. Angry energy

I'm home at the table at which I normally study, there's a lot of books on it and it looks like a mess. I hold a paper doll in my hand with a purple head. Suddenly the doll jumps out of my hand and a line of paper starts expanding out of it's purple head, it starts flying around the book leaving a trail of paper over it. I think "Oh that's handy, now everything is nicely tied together..." Then I hear my dad shouting"WHAT IS THIS MESS, GET IT OUT OF HERE!" He starts walking around swearing and shouting to the point where I feel uneasy, my mother tells him that his behaviour is unnacceptable but he keeps shouting and eventually leaves the room. Then I break down and start shouting and swearing about how he shouted at me. At first my mother understands me but as I keep shouting and swearing I notice that I can't control my shouting and that it keeps going. After some some time my mother tells me that I have to stop but I can't, something else is making me say all these things and it's very frustrating. I never actually shout or swear IRL so it felled very weird doing it so intense and for so long.

Anyway, till next night!

Somehow, I am Arnold Schwarzenegger in the prime of his body building career. Jogging down the street, a pack of vicious beasts, sort of like a cross between wild boars, and jackals, surrounds me, snarling and baring their teeth. Saliva dripping from their mouths, they intend to tear me to pieces. One of them jumps at me, I grab it by the upper jaw and my other hand on its lower jaw, and rip its face in half. The other beasts see this and run away, leaving me in peace.

I remember that it is very important to retrieve something from a nearby store. Something that is rightfully mine, that I now have to 'steal' to recover. I go into the store, and find it. That was easy. I turn around to leave, but the staff, all magical elves, are blocking my exit, telling me to put it back. I know I'm just doing what's right here, so I ignore them and walk through a group of them. I'm too big for them to stop me, and their pulling at my arms and legs hardly slows me down at all.

One of the elves jumps up in front of me, and sprinkles some glittery powder all over my hands and the objects I am holding. It burns a little, but not very much. The elf laughs as he hops away at they let me leave. Before I get to the exit, everything I am holding starts fading in and out of reality, eventually disappearing all together. Now I understand what that powder was for - to keep people from walking out with stuff without paying for it...

Morning of June 6, 2014. Friday.



I need to go get something such as food and apparently some new clothes for everyone. I am living with my wife and family in Cubitis, though I am having a conflict with a few young fictional family members. There is some sort of argument between a fictional younger son regarding an apparent accidental injury (in the house?) and myself - and then a fictional younger daughter and a different fictional younger son want to go with me but I feel it is probably too dangerous outside and too far for them to walk - normally I do not dream about fictional relatives at all.

I cannot go west, because there is a strange idea that there is “nowhere to go” beyond our house or front yard. I decide that I will go north on the train tracks to get to the store and (fictional) uptown area. Firstly, when I go out, my wife and two of my youngest real sons come out. When I go out beyond the backyard, there is a frozen-over (fictional) river prior to the embankment with the train tracks. I tell my wife not to walk on it due to it likely being thinner ice that will probably not support our weight, but I discover that it is more like a solid surface of some kind and may not be ice (or may be thicker more solid ice). More easterly, beyond the train tracks, there are mostly only barbed-wire fences, shrubs, and (as in real life in this case) farmland, so that is a “no go” zone as well. Meanwhile, an unknown neighbor (a younger married aboriginal female) at a closer fictional house (in what would otherwise be the orange grove north of “our” house) has started yelling about something I supposedly did or noise that I made - which then involves an argument with my wife and her as I continue north, making sure my youngest son stays home.

Suddenly, it is somehow late at night. I am walking in an area in the large backyard again, but things look a bit different. A cougar is resting nearby. Interestingly, I deliberately go over and pet and stroke its head. This seems directly connected to recurring dreams in my youth where I always avoided cougars and had many dreams of going back in my house at night because of one being outside. It bites lightly at my hand and growls a few times in an apparent annoyed manner but I am not alarmed and do not see it as a threat, which seems quite unlike my typical non-lucid dreaming habits. I even lift it up for a time.

I continue to calmly walk north, on the train tracks for a time. I end up at a larger uptown area as it seems to be around late afternoon now. (Hmmm, must be an Ed-Wood-directed dream). I have to stop when walking on a bridge, because the rest of it had collapsed and I notice parts of train cars and larger trucks in the water farther north, along with other half-submerged parts of the bridge. At that point, I am somewhat out of balance as if I need to “slide back down” from where I had reached because of some strange sort of faux vertigo that is not quite dizziness but hard to relate with words. It is some sort of strange body-wide “imbalance” where I cannot bring myself to stand.

Eventually, as I slowly move backwards down the bridge incline with a sort of reverse crawling/undulating routine, the male owner of a bar right near the edge of the bridge seems thrilled to see me. He seems to be willing to give me a lot of free drinks and service. I ask him about the bridge and he cheerfully tells the story about how he had been driving when it collapsed, but survived. There is no way farther north, so I have south left as the final option. Another bar owner comes out of a different bar just south of the other one. He, as well, offers me free drinks and service and even adds how his is the place recommended by a rock musician (name unremembered). I have no interest in drinking or going into either bar, so I lie and tell them that I will be back soon - and then go south.

After going back south for a few minutes, it is somehow only late morning (yup, Ed Wood must have directed this one). I go back to my house for a brief period and notice that the female’s (who had been yelling earlier) husband is sitting near a fictional back door on the east side of our house. I decide to sit down for a short time before going southerly and my pants fall down and the man starts laughing and complaining (this relates to recent associations where there is a bizarre idiotic trend of having one’s pants down around their bottom - my wife even saw this at a pizza place and his pants actually fell down to his ankles at one point). I had not been wearing blue jeans, which seems a bit odd, as that is mostly all I have ever worn in real life other than when in school or on formal occasions. I mention this fact to him but am so annoyed by his condescending attitude that I leave in a short time.

Having gone south for a few minutes, I end up having to go into some sort of building aligned somehow with the train track route. This does not make much sense, but when I go in, I discover that there is no way out farther south and am very annoyed. It appears to be some sort of small enclosed dam or man-made waterway; a control room of some kind, the water of which rapidly flows along the east (and may be part of what was thought to be a frozen-over river earlier?) I am concerned with getting back out as soon as possible, because I sense that the water may eventually rise and fill the area (though that makes no sense as it would short out the control box contents). There is a narrow door to the west, but it does not seem to go anywhere. When I open the control box to see if I can get a door to open somewhere, a light starts flashing, which I am concerned will alert people to my apparent trespassing presence, so I probably cannot really go back north without drawing unwanted attention. I am really annoyed at this point and simply wake up, as there is really “nowhere else to go”.

Date Not Specified

More often than not, you are not fully aware of yourself when you are in the dream realm. More often than not, you may find yourself in a nonsensical scenario full of questionable details and content. There aught to be many questions running through your mind as the situation unfolds before you but alas, your mind is not there. Such was the case for me as I wandered through the forest with this strange girl who I shall deem: Eurydice. There were many perfectly valid questions that I did not ask when I was wandering through this region with Eurydice. Why did this strange girl remain only just outside of my field of vision? Why were we wandering through this black forest? Why did the sky glow with such a dark red color? Where were we exactly and where were we going? So many questions that should have rang through my mind as I walked side by side with Eurydice. So many questions that I did not bother to consider.

There were many questions that I did not bother to ask but there was also information that I already knew. I was aware that I was in a forest with this amazing girl. I knew that the sky was red. I knew that we were ascending up a superficial incline that was protruding out from the side of a cliff. I knew that there was at the very least a seventy degree drop to my left one that was stifled by a row of black trees. And I also knew that this girl, walking right by my side, was the most amazing girl with whom I had the pleasure to spend time. I knew that I was more than happy to be by her side and that she felt the exact same way about me. We made each other happy, Reader. We did not have to do or say anything to each other. All we had to do was exist. Her aspect alone was enough to fill me with joy. It did not even matter that I could not fully see her. Just having her by my side was enough.

We did not know where we were going, we knew not where the path would take us but it did not matter to us. We ascended confidently and without fear. Indeed we were not afraid. Quite the contrary, in fact. There was something about being out in the dark wilderness that made us feel at peace. We felt relaxed there and the incline did nothing to delude the fact that we were happy where we were. So we ascended and we moved and we made our way to the top, she and I.
I can only presume that we made our way through an aperture that was waiting for us at the top of the incline for when we got there we found ourselves in an entirely different setting. We were in a suburban area that was built on the side of a mountain. The streets zigzagged up the summit of the mountain just like any mountain trail would. We were greeted by a population of extremely bubbly people. The setting was very warm and sunny and everyone seemed to be overjoyed here. Everywhere we were greeted with enthusiastic smiles in this bright in sunny pleasant little town. It was so…disgusting.

We could not stand this place nor could we stand these people. Everyone and everything about this place was just so saccharine. We both felt suffocated by the fuzziness of this town. We were desperate to get away from that place, so we did. We ran back down to the aperture and found ourselves back at the top of the incline. Back in the black wood. We were alone again and once again we were happy. A sigh of relieve came from us both as we were greeted by the still silence of the forest dark. I may have looked straight at her for the first time in this segment but she was shrouded in haze, rendering her unperceivable. This did not matter to me. As I stated before, her aspect was enough. We joined hands and proceeded back down alone together once again. There were no other people, no animals, there weren’t even any insects to fill the forest with the slightest bit of ambient noise. Not even the wind gave any sound. There was nothing here. It was just her and I. And that was all we needed.

Trivia
The forest bore a striking resemblance to the third forest level in PacMan World 2.
The town was reminiscent of a mountain city I saw on google images.

Characters:
Ruby Gloom is the titular character of a spooky kid's show.

Squid-Girl is the plucky protagonist of an anime program.

26 July 2013

It was the hour of dusk in the quiet town of Gale, a city that I have visited several times in previous dreams. I can’t well remember how I became mixed up in this crew but I had no complaints. I was a member of what may have been a private investigation group. Either that or a mercenary group. Such a distinction might be obvious between these two different labels but the thing is, I am not sure what it is we were doing what we were doing or for what purpose. But I might be getting ahead of myself. I was a member of a shady group of four. I cannot remember what the group was or if it even had a name so for now I shall refer to us as “The Midnight Crew.” A gang name borrowed from a popular web-comic, but I digress.

As I said before, there were four of us. One was a tall man, slender, and dressed in 17th century casual European attire (let’s call him Damien). I suspect that he was the leader of our group. Another was a spry young girl; she could not have been any older than thirteen (let’s call her Leena). She was young and hyperactive but she was also agile; a very useful member of our crew. Then there was a tall young woman with silver hair and dressed in white armor and clothing (Leila). This woman looked like something straight out of an RPG. Funny thing is: Leila was our tech savvy. She was the one who hacked electronic locks and circuitry. She was the very serious one. I can’t remember seeing her crack a smile at any point during the dream. And then there was me; the rookie of the group.

Our services were drafted by a middle aged woman whose name remained undisclosed. She came to us with a request to retrieve a young boy and bring him back to her. She offered up a reward of course. Now this is where my confusion becomes valid. I am not sure if we were private investigators or some kind of mercenaries or underground couriers. Now as one reads through this he might assume that the woman coming to us is a mother in distress over her lost son but that is not quite how I remember this being portrayed. There was a woman, yes, and she did draft us to go in search of a young boy but I do not believe that this was a mother. I remember that she was quite stern in this request. That is to say, she seemed indifferent to the boy’s well being. I don’t think that she was concerned about the boy but rather the investment behind him. I believe that she may have been part of a bigger organization; one that seemed to be invested in this boy for one reason or other (there is even a chance that she was our employer...maybe, not very sure on that one). But her reasons did not matter to us for our job was not to ask questions. I am sure that “No questions asked” existed somewhere within our mantra.

Now there is no question in my mind that we were underground couriers but little did we know that we were getting mixed up in something serious. I don’t remember why but there was an investment in this boy. One that was so vital that two opposing groups would do anything to get their hands on him.

So now back to the story at hand. It was the hour of dusk and we were walking through the dark streets of Gale. Gale always was an anachronistic city which seemed to be fitting to the anachronistic wardrobe of my colleagues. The mist that was gathering around the streets of the 17th century style town only made the scene that much more ominous. We started out by asking around but I remember that most responses were hostile (maybe they knew who or what we were). But I suspect that the streets had been over taken by the enemies of our client because there was a part of town that was full of nothing but hostiles. I wish I could remember how the struggle went but there are only few precious details that I can remember. As we fought our way through town square we met a man in one of the stores who was obviously taking cover from the bullets (assuming the hostiles were using firearms). This man was a friend of The Midnight Crew. I call him Paul, a jovial soul who was dressed in a black 17th century suit (that’s how most Gale-ites dressed) and a dark blue cape. And fortunately for us he had the boy we were looking for. Now I don’t quit remember how our conversation with Paul went but I remember that he was somehow mixed up with these organizations and he somehow got us to agree with some plan of his. We allowed him to take the boy for a while after he promised to meet us later on and hand the boy over to us. The boy was eerily stoic; he never even spoke and maintained a calm demeanor in this epic frenzy.

We tried to fight our way through the rest of the hostiles but they proved to be too much for us. My heart pounded as we detoured through the stores of the city. Thankfully all of the buildings were interconnected so we were able to continue in our mission while avoiding the hostiles. I remember how relieved I was to be away from them.

Now the events following are extremely hazy and I cannot recant them here. I just remember that my misadventure with The Midnight Crew eventually led to my separation from them and I ran into this strange gothic girl. I believe this girl to have been Ruby Gloom. I remember that there was something about this girl that rubbed me the wrong way. She was seemingly pleasant but I found it difficult to trust this one. Now Ruby had a story, one whose complete makeup was lost in memory. She was an exile from another land or another world. She was here for reasons unknown and was in the middle of a rivalry with an ocean dweller that was now on land. Squid-Girl was this rival’s designation. I think that Ruby believed Squid-Girl to be partly responsible for her exile.

After more hazy stuff happened (including several strifes between Squid-Girl and Ruby) I ended up in a college. I was there under Ruby’s direction and was now working completely independently of The Midnight Crew. I guess there was a something bigger going on, something that tied in with this college, that mysterious boy, Ruby and her rival, Squid-Girl. I didn’t know how this all tied together but I knew that more answers could be found at this college and Ruby was going to help find them…or so she said. Ruby and I warmed up to each other as time went on. She seemed to consider me a real friend and I can’t say that I was far from returning the sentiment. Not to say that she didn’t have her annoying flaws. She was very cocky and arrogant and she thought very highly of herself. I hated that about her. And not to mention she loved the sound of her own voice. I was still somewhat weary of trusting her. There was still so much about that I didn’t know; most importantly, her motive. She didn’t strike me as the type of person who gave out of the goodness of her heart, so why did she agree to help me? What was in it for her? I made a point of keeping these questions in the back of my mind.

The college had its own private beach. Not a real beach but a man made beach. One with artificial ocean waves and whatnot; similar to what they had in the City of Columbia. Now this beach was a place where the students used drugs recreationally (and yes, the college was okay with this). Ruby was also posing as a student here at this college. She was somewhere else and communicated with me through some chat client. I was extremely uncomfortable here on this beach. I didn’t like being around so many tripped out junkies in one place; something about that scenario spelled disaster to me. And I was not entirely sure if the other students liked me but looking back: it may have been in my head. The recreational drug usage was interrupted by a massive storm which brought forth a huge tsunami. We all escaped the beach alive but I was not sure if this tsunami was an accident. What a thought! That someone somewhere actually had the power to cause such a great feat of nature. Perhaps I was becoming paranoid. Or perhaps not. Didn’t my partner say something about Squid-Girl having elemental powers over the sea? This whole investigation just keeps getting more and more interesting.

At this point I wander off into a tangent of unrelated events. I find myself on a bus with my highschool marching band and we are on our way to a performance. We are on our way to a five star hotel and I cannot wait to finally get there because I really have to take a piss. And that’s pretty much it. I don’t know what the point of this is. Could this have been a dream within the dream? Because I have had those. Seriously I have. Whatever, back the dream at hand.


After that random ass tangent of events I was back at the beach. It was not long before another storm hit and another tsunami took place. But this was only the beginning of a series of extremely unfortunate events. After the beach was evacuated the organization that had the boy came and began fighting it out with another group. Could my presence have brought them here? There was also something big emerging from the sea and it threatened to destroy this school. Hell was indeed being raised and my class mates and I needed to find someplace safe before we were all killed. As I was running with the crowed I saw a huge projection of ruby over the rail of the walkway. I don’t know if it was a holographic projection which she set up herself or if it was just a projection of the dream which only I could see. But what I do know is that I hated what I saw. She was there just laughing her ass of at the mayhem that was ensuing. I knew that she couldn’t be trusted. I don’t know how but she planned this and I was pawn in this sick little game of hers. A friend indeed.

We successfully evacuated to the safety of the school theatre. It was the last safe place left here in the school. All the while we were there I could only think back on that image of my partner laughing at me and everyone here. There was no longer any question that I was nothing more than a means to an end but what end? Damn it! What was all of this about? What was I mixed up? What was this leading to? After a few minutes of thought one of the IT students brought up a radar map of the school and the beach and showed everyone how the tsunami started. I was right. It was not accident. According to the IT and his radar map the tsunami was caused by a giant creature approaching the school from the water. It was let in from the back end. This was no doubt the work of Squid-Girl.

After several more events that I can not recall, I was reunited with The Midnight Crew. We were back in the City of Gale making our way through the maze of commercial facilities. Several of them were dark due to some kind of orchestrated black out and I could not help but get anxious whenever we entered a dark facility. I mean after all, the city was full of hostiles. But the darkness was short lived because each time we entered a dark room, Leila would rewire the circuits in the rooms and bring the lights on. We made our way into a dark kitchen and, after a few minutes of rewiring by Leila, it was well lit. But the relief was short lived as we were immediately attacked by hostiles. I remember seeing Paul there and the boy was with him. Was all of this really centered around him? I still could not believe that this all could have been orchestrated by one girl. I never did figure out what motive was. One thing that I could never get over. If she really was just using me, then why did she open up to me the way she did.

The dream changed possibly before the brawl ended. I was no longer a participant; I was now the observer. I suspect that I had gone back through time (possibly by several years) to observe one of the seemingly unrelated events that may have led up to that frenzy. Poseidon, king of the sea, was working at a seaside store. Squid-Girl emerged from the ocean surface with her boyfriend and attacked him relentlessly. She destroyed the restaurant killing everyone inside and came down on Poseidon with huge tsunami waves. She also knew how to handle a trident. I was really impressed; Poseidon really didn’t stand a chance. I felt kind of bad for him; I felt that this was a blatant act of treachery on her part. The last thing I saw was Squid-Girl, holding down the king of the sea as he lay on his back with her hand pressed firmly against his forehead. She was in his face with a stone cold look in her eye no doubt saying something menacing to him. I didn’t see what happened to Poseidon but judging by Squid-Girl’s demeanor; I doubt that she was merciful.

Note: At some point during the second evacuation (or it may have been during the final strife in the kitchen) I got the inkling that there was an unknown third party involved in all of this. Ruby and Squid-Girl were the two primary antagonists who were pulling the strings in this entire debacle. But I could not get past the feeling that there was an unknown third party who was sitting back idly and watching Ruby and Squid-Girl. I felt like someone was observing their rivalry closely and waiting for the right time to make his move. Perhaps he was waiting for one of them to engage him or perhaps he was waiting for them to do something. Perhaps he was hatching a plan that would arise from their plans.

June 05, 2014

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Whoa, 6 Dreams (well, some Dreams and some Fragments) remembered!

Blue Pool

I was with Zukin and some people who claimed to be high-level Dreamers, and we were sitting on a sofa, talking about Lucid Dreaming (funny that we were talking about it but I didn't realize I was dreaming). Then we all moved to a room that was a pool. The whole room was a giant pool with a walkway down the middle. The tiles in the pool were mostly deep blue with some red ones. There were signs being made (like actual signs. Road signs.) somewhere in the room. They were popping out of a conveyor on the other side of the wall.

I think I might have realized I was dreaming, but I woke up immediately. If I did realize, it didn't last long.




Circus!

I was a kid again in this dream. Maybe 10-14 years old. My dad and brothers were going to a circus. We walked into the lobby of the building it was in (it was on some upper floor of a large building). There were three other children there, with their guardian (I wasn't sure if it was their parent or not) in the lobby.

We got into the elevator, the walls of which were lined with that yellow foamy insulator you find in crawl spaces and whatnot.

We got out of the elevator and then sat down in this little play corner that was actually the seats for the audience. You were supposed to climb up to any seat we wanted. It's a bit hard to describe, but think of side-scrolling video games where there are ledges you have to jump up to and whatnot. So I'm trying to get up to the perfect seat, but I can't reach it.



Then there were two fractions of dreams: One about playing my music over speakers, and another about sleeping downstairs in my laundry room. I was only wearing underwear (no bra) because it was really hot, and my dad came in and got all embarrassed. But I was still half asleep and still tired so I threw on a shirt and went to sleep in the car, since we were going somewhere that day. My mom was already sleeping in the back, so I just curled up in the passenger seat.




Just Don't Tell my Mom, Okay?

I was a student in a classroom, high school, I think. We were in the middle of class, and two punks had barged in; They were pushing my classmates around, badmouthing everyone, and extorting money from them and being general jerks. Eventually I got fed up with it and yelled at them from across the room, "You two need to GET. OUT."

One of them got all bashful and apologized, getting ready to leave, but the other (the taller one) just stood in the door way with his arms crossed over his chest, glaring down his nose at me. I planted my feet and glared right back (I am short, so this must have been hilarious to watch), until he averted his gaze and then left, grumbling.

About an hour later, another punk came to my classroom, and yelled, "Which Bitch is that told my boys to leave?!" Like an idiot, I stood up and said, "It was me." The guy looked like a Gangster Pimp.

He took me out in the hall and I felt like he was gong to beat me, so I started to run away. I felt like a rabbit being chased by a wolf, and it felt hopeless. It felt like no matter where I ran, he would find me, and then beat me, rape me, verbally abuse me, who knows what.

I eventually got to a door leading out of the building. It opened to a slope, exactly like the one Zukin and I slid down on our butts in Austria. It was steep and the soil was dry, and there were trees scattered sparsely. I slid down the slope, using the trees as check-points of a sort to control my path downward. I got to the bottom and looked up to see if he was following. He was inside still, I could see him glaring down at me from inside the door. It had started to rain, so I assumed that he wouldn't come out in order to keep his clothes clean (Or rather, his voice was in my head saying "The only reason I'm not going and getting you out there is to keep my clothes dry, bitch."). I started running to my left, and turned when the building made a corner. Around the corner was another door into the building. I figured I would go in and try to get a teacher. As I ran toward the door, to my right I heard a voice say, "You don't have to run. You have the power to manipulate him." I turned to see a man floating in the air. It looked like he was sitting in an invisible throne in the air. He had on clothes that appeared kinda jester-like. But more ragged. Colorful patches everywhere, a funny hat. His hair was long, for a guy, and messy. He has a sing-songy voice.

I ignored what he said because the Gangster Pimp was going to kill me if I didn't keep running. I keep running, and I almost reach the door, but the Gangster Pimp comes out of a door a little further down and starts running after me. It's still raining, but we're under an awning now. I'm no longer safe, in the rain.

I try to reach the door but he catches me just before I get there and corners me. "I'll teach you to mess with my boys!" He threatened, cracking his knuckles.
"I didn't touch them! All I did was make them leave!"
He hit me on the left side of my face. "Shut up, bitch! I'm a pimp and I protect my boys!"
I didn't know what else to do, so I started begging and apologizing. "I'm sorry, okay? I won't do it again! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Just don't hit me again...!"
And then out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of my old high school teachers coming outside. "Help! Help, Hafer! Mr. Hafer! This guy...!" But he didn't hear me at all, or else ignored me (which he wouldn't do; he was one of the best teachers I had in high school). He walked back inside, and I felt so alone.

The Gangster Pimp raised his hand like he was going to hit me again, and I yelled, "You would hit a girl like that?!"
Suddenly he got all sheepish. "D-don't say it like that!" He stammered.
Suddenly I was scolding him. "And this is a new piercing. Do you know how much it hurts to get hit over a new piercing?!"
"I'm sorry..."
"And besides you should be in class!"
"Yes Ma'am..."
"Before that, go apologize to my classmates for disrupting our learning!"
"Don't tell my mom about this, okay...?"
We walk back to the tree-slope door for some reason, instead of taking the door right next to us. We wait under the overhang until the rain clears, to keep his clothes clean. Once it was clear, we start walking, and to my left, still where he had been before, was the jester-man, who had much the same feeling as The Face at the end of one of my previous dreams. He smiled (though it was more of a smirk) and said, "Told you." Then he vanished. I noticed then that the rain hadn't been falling on him; there was a circle of dry pavement around where he'd been.

After getting back to my class, like right after the Gangster Pimp leaves, I got a text from him asking if I wanted to go to a rap concert with him. I don't know how he got my number.

Then I either woke up or faded into the next dream...



Rest Stop of Creepy

I was on a car trip with my Dad, Erik, Bob, WW (my grandpa) and my uncle Nick. I don't know why my mom wasn't there. We were driving in some place with mountains and open prairie/almost desert. We stopped at a rest stop to get some things and while we were browsing, this weird man enters the store, and asks random people if he can buy them random junk from the store. He asked me if he could buy me some canned peaches and I said no. I kept saying no but he kept asking about other things he could buy me. Eventually I got him to go away, and picked up a chocolate milk, bringing it to my dad to pay for while I went to the bathroom.

When I got out, I tried to find my family but they had left without me. I knew where we were going, so I figured I would just walk to catch up with them. I texted them to wait for me somewhere up the road, and turned out to the road. I went left (I get the feeling I was going west... but I'm directionally challenged so I don't know if that is true).

I passed a couple buildings on a hill to my left. At some point I met a woman who handed me a box of water bottles and some paper cups, telling me to "keep strong." I was starting to panic because the sun was setting and I could hear some animals off in the distance. I had gotten out of the woodsy hills and was now in an open, relatively flat, prairie area. There were huge, majestic mountains to my right. It looked a little like the Tetons look from the road. I got to another hilly area and checked my phone to see if anyone had responded to my texts. Then I rounded a corner and found the van sitting at a lookout with a door open, waiting for me to jump in. I was pissed at them all and didn't speak to any of them for the rest of the ride.



Dog Fights

I was at Oma and Grandpa's house (in the living room with big windows), talking to my grandpa about his past. My family and some dogs I didn't know were playing outside in the back yard.

Through the windows, I saw a pack of three foxes, larger than any normal fox, circle the group, as if hunting. I tried to warn my family, but they couldn't hear me from inside. Then, one of the foxes jumped at Erik, but he ducked just in time and didn't get hurt. Everyone starts yelling and the foxes run away. They were literally hopping/jumping as high as the trees, like Virginia (John Carter) in the movie. (Um, just sort of ignore that music in that video... There was loud music playing when I found the video. And then it lead to a hilarious moment when Zukin turned off her music and we both heard the music in this video for the first time)

But after a few minutes, they come back with two large wolves. Then, all hell broke loose.
There were suddenly a bunch of neighborhood dogs of all kinds, and the wolves and foxes were fighting the dogs. The dogs eventually fought off the wolves and foxes, but two of them were badly wounded. Their owners were there, and one of the really badly wounded ones, a newfie, was leaning on its owner and dying. It was really sad...

Apparently, my grandpa had completely missed the whole thing. He's a bit deaf, so he hadn't heard any of the mayhem.

Then I woke up.

I notice a painful sensation in my lower jaw on the left side, and investigate it with my tongue. There is a sharp edge where things should be smooth, on the first of the back teeth (the wide ones). I poke at it with my tongue some more to see what's going on with it, and it comes loose! I spit it into my hand, and find it is the top bit of one of my major chewing teeth, just minus the roots, and the insides. It's like a shell of a tooth, sort of like how a crab leaves a thin shell behind to grow a bigger one.

I feel the spot where the tooth was again, and it is really smooth now, and a smooth bony lump where the tooth was. I know teeth can grow back, so I am happy that I will soon get a new, stronger exo-tooth in its place! It feels like trading in an old car for a new, more powerful model, just with a little wait time before getting to drive it.

There are some tough looking thugs standing around me. I become aware of their presence and decide that if I were them, I'd like some warning about this kind of thing. So I warn them that I had no indication that anything was going to happen before it fell out, just a few seconds. Very odd.

Sitting down to eat a big bowl of rice with fried vegetables, I decide to spice it up with some hot sauce. I take the cap off a bottle of Dave's Insanity Sauce "The Hottest Sauce in the Universe" and pour an insane amount onto my rice. I mix it in and taste it a little. It's really good. I add lots more until the whole meal is red from the sauce and gobble it down. Half way through the feast, I think it's strange how I am managing to survive such a spicy sauce in this amount. But it's delicious! So I just enjoy it.

6/4/2014

I accidentally fail asleep before getting to dream incubation and mantras. I should go back to sitting up while I do all of this...


In bed: 12:03 AM - 9:45 AM

#5. I. 7:30 AM
I am with my bro and mom. We just got a new Gamecube controller or two for some reason which even still have a few stickers on them as we take them out. We want to test them. We only have LB’s Gamecube around. It is strange because it is only half the height of a normal Gamecube because somehow she rigged it so that it’s only the top of the Gamecube yet it still works normally. We turn it on to test on.

#6. II. 8:30 AM
I am out with a bunch of other people at night time on a field. We have each built different contraptions, toys, things for some purpose. I have this weird snake toy thing that it is built around a sturdy wire that can be turned to change the shape of the snake. We form a line eventually which I realize later is to try out one of the people’s inventions. I am unsure what exactly it does, but there’s a helmet attached to a small machine and has something to do with mental health. I see people put the helmet on then start talking and telling their troubles and such. It is disconcerting to see people just saying all of this out loud to everyone around. Before long, there is just one person in front of me in the line. It is unclear whether she was about to be the next one to use it or had just been using it, but I watch as this girl that looks J gets arrested and taken away for whatever reason. It seems related to both the machine and the person in front of me. Me and the guy walk across the field diagonally to the other side where there are a few other people.

This is a dream fragment from this morning. Been a while since I dreamt of the beach.

I am standing on a sand dune overlooking the ocean. My dad is beside me. The dune is maybe 5 feet high, and it's damp. The sky is dark and cloudy, as if it's been raining or is going to. I decide to go down the dune to stand on the beach. I look down at my feet as I go. I'm barefoot, and it's high tide; the water is right there at the bottom of the dune. It's clear and cool, and a few inches deep. I wade around for a little while, and then I climb back up the dune - not noticing that my footprints from before are gone - and I rejoin my dad.

This dream/dreams happened to me when i started chaining DEILDs in the morning first few were not lucid but the last few ones were.
I was on a side of a mountain and there was a dirt road leading to a village.I started walking on the dirt road but every step would make things more dark, when it got really dark i woke up but i remained still and got into another dream within 5-10 seconds.It was the same dream like before except this time the road was really bright and there was a white cow blocking my way, i fought the cow and emerged victorious.I got to the village and hid in a house waiting for the leader of the village so i can kill him.The 2 who entered first were his body guards who i killed quickly, then after shooting the leader with more than 20 bullets he died while laughing.I started to wake up again but i did not move and got into a new dream within seconds.I was in a store working normally, but then i noticed that im dreaming because in normally dont work in a store.Someone started coming into the store and it was a mom and 2 kids she had, i got out of the store and took the mom with me outside where i kissed her gently and started to hug her where i woke up again but i re-entered the same dream within seconds and started to try and go through stuff, but i failed at that :/ .I noticed a pretty girl her age was about 20 and i introduced her to my friend, i dont know why i did that .During all these dreams i noticed 1 thing that always annoys me.Its always night time unless i change it(i realized this while i was in the dream), so i started to play with the time and in the end i made it so the moon and the sun are out at the same time so its half day-half night and i made that the clouds and the sun/moon never move so its always the same time, this was one of my best lucid experiences.

I'm trying to remember my dreams better in general... I guess I kind of "lost it" when I quit writing in my journal every day.

Last night I dreamed that I was in a room that was all mirrors on all the walls and it was filled with people. I think they were all teenagers, I must have been in high school. Then all the lights go off and we have to battle this robot that looked like a vacuum cleaner. One guy grabs the vacuum cleaner and puts it on like a backpack and now instead of being a vacuum cleaner it's a power washer. He starts washing the floor. Then music comes up (there are like really dim lights on at during all this) and I start rapping. I wish I could remember what I came up with because it wasn't from a song or anything, it was all freestyle and I feel like it was pretty good. Then everyone started dancing and everyone forgot about the robot we were supposed to fight.

I woke up and fell back asleep and I was in the backyard with the dog and I had to take the trash to the curb. I remember the back gate was open and I mentioned something like, "that gate has been open all week, I'm surprised she didn't try to run away. She must really love us."

Tonight I suffered from serious insomnia, I went to bed around 23:20 and fell asleep finally around 03:20 and I had to wake up next day at seven...

1. House-party?

This dream starts with me sitting in my bedroom and some friends are in my house for some party or schoolwork... I quikly walk to the computer to change the desktop cause I thought it was stupid. Don't know why, IRL it's just some mountains.) I think I changed it to a river or something, anyway then I quikly went to my bedroom to put away a teddybear that sat in a chair. (It's been there for years IRL and I don't really mind it.) Then I'm suddenly at school in a classroom alone, it's really late. (I think it was 02:30 which might be caused by my insomnia-night...) I am EXHAUSTED, I can barely move my legs yet I feel the urge to check if all cats are inside, I walk around and suddenly am in my living room where I open the door to the garden and look around, it's dark. I see most of the cats walking out of the door outside and I'm a bit annoyed by that. I quikly drive them back inside and close the door. Then I return to the abandoned classroom and sit on a chair watching the door, I pass out and wake up several hours later sitting on the chair, completly broken and still tired.

2. Cars > Bicycles

I'm driving around in Antwerp in some deserted Streets with a car, I feel as if something bad has happened like a robbery or a disaster. Then I see some friends riding bikes and I ask them something, they respond to me saying they're going to school, I drive to school and suddenly teleport to me riding a bike in school. I'm there just before the others arrive. I feel extremely tired again and I think I just crawl back to that chair from last dream.

Even though it's just two dreams I do remember they were quiet detailed and seem to last 40 minutes each. Then take into consideration that I had barely slept that night and it's still a good result.

Bedtime mugwort tincture: bizarre/abstract dreams for the night. Nice night it turns out!

00:00 Thursday 2014-06-05

07:05 alarm

Recall dreams from the night

07:23

+ some leather-strap-wearing girls (I can see a bit of breast) are writhing/wriggling suggestively on the floor, why are they doing that?

+ some rabbits/animals are eating apples, some of the apples have black marks on them

+ I (somebody else?) waves their arms and the giant pile of snowy firewood stacks itself hundreds of feet up into the sky and a hundred yards wide, way up into the clouds

+ building a cabin from logs that are hundred of feet long, tall and black, I'm concerned about them falling over. It's a white/snowy environment.

+ Building a cavernous house, a single absolutely ginormous room, ceiling a hundred feet up, go in this house, I feel warm inside (don't usually notice dream temperature), I want a real window and keep trying to open one but all I get is a computer screen with a heavily pixelated / patterned picture of the view outside, someone tries to convince me that via manipulating multiple reflections this will become a realistic view

+ I'm observing and conversing with some woman who is simultaneously in and out of a wall-sized painting with a mostly blue background, a vertical strip of the painting next to me becomes discolored (green)?, she talks about why this happened (I forgot), the front door opens and blue paint flies in to fill the cracks in the painting and somebody else comes to inspect these cracks.

+ I'm standing at the top of a very tall structure outside, some immigrant workmen have brought 4 large pieces of new construction to be attached (looks like cheap particle board), they try to install one piece but it doesn't fit in the groove in the floor, I suggest removing a screw on the new piece, then I see that this screw when screwed back in won't help anything because the outside of the piece is weak cardboard, the screw won't hold on it.

+ splat cat: a scene outside like a park, daytime, two people have an easel set up and a black cat is repeatedly squashing itself against the canvas to form different abstract patterns, I only briefly see the form of the cat for a split second before it re-splats itself against the canvas time and time again, the patterns are solid black but look like magnetic particles in a magnetic field, sort of "sharp" and 3d.

The splat cat people set up a table and the cat (some dark furred animal) climbs up on top of the table. There's a family sitting directly behind the splat cat people and they aren't bothered by this.

There's a family outside, they're very close, the father and son are discussing what their plans are, someone has to do the laundry, they have a lot of dirty towels, but someone must remain at camp to guard their stuff while someone else is doing the laundry.

+ copy guys: they're making 5000 copies, they set up an impressive assembly line of copiers feeding one another at high speed, only real experts can do this, they're producing an impressive multi-color document, they also have a technique for squaring up piles of cardboard boxes (hitting the top of the boxes with a stick/hammer while vibrating their foot/leg against the side of the pile), I think this is a great technique

There are probably 6 or more copiers, each one is shooting out its contribution to the pages of the document, the pages are all flowing on some assembly line, I"m hovering above as DO observing the process. The document assembly line moves from my right to my left and turns 90 degrees to the left and continues on.

+ packing fail: a bunch of people along with me are trying to assemble large (refrigerator-sized) cardboard boxes with foam inserts in order to pack (televisions?) but the boxes all fall apart in to pieces despite the cargo netting.

+ 5pm at the Skanky Ho restaurant. Arrive at the restaurant there's one ho sitting on a guy's lap. I just want to eat, but there are ho's everywhere, I really don't want them to approach me. There are couches and low coffee tables instead of regular tables, and lots of ho's wearing big fluffy curly black jackets, I think this is probably the main time for big business.

+ following the leaf on the path, trying to read its mind, I sense that it has purpose, I will try to influence it, I lose the leave, then things turn cartoon-y and there is a question about entering/repeating the video game.

June 04, 2014

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I was with Zukin on a bus (in Germany, I think. But I'm not certain). We sat in forward-facing seats on the left side in the back half of the bus, and our bags were to our right in a row of left-facing seats that lined that whole side of the bus. Those seats were elevated by two steps. The bus seemed abnormally wide.

The dream fragmented here. We must have gotten off the bus, and were now in a hotel room. We started talking about a reading assignment for a class we were both taking. We had to read part of a book I've already read (I get a very strong feeling that it was the Hunger Games), as well as the first 100-or-so pages of another book, which I'd never heard of. I hadn't known that we needed to read the other book, and the class was meeting tomorrow. It was already late, and so I asked Zukin to just summarize that book so far, but she refused to tell me what it was about.

Another fragment; I had spilled something all over me, and so I went to the hotel room's bathroom to take a shower. Zukin asked me if I was going to "take a real shower in the morning," to which I responded: "This is my shower."

After my shower I changed into my PJs and then I woke up.