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    1. Black locomotive; Suicidal driver

      by
      gab
      , 04-21-2014 at 10:12 PM (Turquoise Dreams)
      Monday 4/21/14

      Lastnight bed 9:15pm - 7:45am

      Woke up at 11pm with these dreams:

      1)
      I'm between tracks at the train station. Standing by a black, matte, old fashioned but somewhat modern looking locomotive. It's 4 times bigger than normal locomotive. It's imposant. It belongs to me. I step accross the tracks to the left and I see another train coming and I know I'm gonna make it on time. I duck under another train that's not moving. I emerge by another huge black matte locomotive. It's not moving, but it's about to pull out. I run alongside looking for a door. I find one and hop on board.

      The whole train has only sleeper wagons. I wonder how it would be like to sleep in one compartment with 8 strangers. I decide to walk through the train to find out.

      I walk through a compartment that is large and has about 20 people in it. Some are sitting at the desk playing cards. I walk to another door and step over a boy in grey sweater and I apologise to him for him having to move so I can exit. He said no problem, that's what happens when you sit by the door.

      2)
      I'm hovering over a steep street, that looks like a river that overflowed it's banks. There is a fast rushing water coming down the hill. Otherwise it's a normal street with cars and buildings.

      I see a car on the top, with a driver frantically waving at me. I think he is worried I'm gonna drown or he is gonna hit me.

      Another car is coming buy and my presence makes hem change direction, so he doesn't hit an innocent bystander, but he crashes and kills only self. I understand he was suicidal.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    2. 4/13, 4/19, & 4/21 Lucids: Sex Crazed Maniac to be Addressed as Me, Apparently

      by , 04-21-2014 at 09:31 PM
      4/13, 4/19, 4/21

      4/13/14* 1225+ 2? 620 while trying to wild I have an FA where I am writing an interesting line from my previous dream in my bedside dream journal and my wife pinches me in the butt as if to say what are you doing writing again in the middle of the night? After a moment I realize it is a false awakening (didn't count this one in my LD count as I think I quickly fell asleep in the FA) and later when I do wake up I remember it and I remember most of the line I was trying to write down because I was repeating it in my head during the false awakening . It was like one of those guys (I forget what you call them the guy is there to lure you in at a circus sideshow) and he was saying "step right up, come right in, come one come all. Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls of all ages behold the magnificent Ruska something something tuska?"...some kind of ryhme that I found to be funny and I did not want to forget. Then on to remembering my dream after the false awakening that led to a dild...

      My wife, my nephew & I are at some shopping mall and we are getting ready to head back home and I tease my nephew who seemed ready to go saying it will only take about 4.5 hours to get home. (Funny 4.5 hours just like my favorite wake back to bed time.) I turn around through the parking lot trying to go out a different way but suddenly I see an image of my side door to the garage and realize that is strange since we're not home yet could this be a dream? I'm confused for a moment. I told my wife that she better drive home and I will fly home in case this is some kind of vision of a break in that is really happening (doh!) and then I say wait a minute...fly...of course yes I am dreaming and I fly. I am back at home, most like waking life home and I tell myself to forget about the broken door since I am dreaming. I hear a woman singing lightly like she was following along with a song on the radio and I float/fly up over the fence and I do not see her in
      the side yard. I look up and see an open window and float up there to the second story and inside I see a man with his two young sons in a bedroom and I think of the prank task of the month and I say hey to one of the kids and duck out of sight like I am leaving but then I pop back up and scare the boy. I then go on to a lot of fun first calling the wife in to the room simply calling out hey wife come here and she even answers something like yes honey and comes into the room...at this point the father and kids disappear and I summon additional people doing additional fun games with them but not really pranks and I summon two more sets of people until the room was full with a lot of people. I may break down the details later in my dream journal...but it is a little embarrassing...nothing new I guess for my dream journal. (Ok so it basically was creating an orgy scene but the first time I just said let's bring over a bunch of the couple's friends. The
      attractiveness of the friends was not too good so for the 2nd set I said all of your beautiful friends and have them undress. It was still a mixed group of beautiful and not so beautiful people laying all over each other. I would say there were 20 or more people in the room. As I am looking at my creation still floating outside the open window. Before the orgy scene I had the wife undress. She was a little over weight but had very nice large breasts.)
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      4/19* ~1130 230? 5? 620-7late wbtb/nap light oatmeal. I am attempting to wild and I eventually get vibrations and I stay patient. It turns into a false awakening waking up on a couch at the top of the stairs in a house most like my current one. My son is sitting next to me on the couch. I can hear someone downstairs and I can see from my spot on the couch a woman down below although her face is just out of view. She is wearing black tights with a floral print. At first I wonder if it is "A" from up north but then I figured out it is and/or willed her to be "B" when she was in her 20's. This frisky thinking seemed to dematerialize my clothes which felt awkward for a moment with my son next to me but it's a dream I remind myself. As I am considering my next move, I lose the dream. WILDs..sometimes too fragile for me! 134

      4/21* 11-1130 half awake. Set intention to wake at 4.5 hours and close! ~3:47 for wbtb, 6 wake from LD. Apple juice before bed. Nice and vivid NLDs before my DEILD. Clear, feeling the sun on my skin and the heat in the air, "knowing" it was midday around noon at a golf course with wife in golf attire. Later I think I had my 2nd case of true SP. It led to a DEILD! I was awoken by something and felt like I was being held down, but after trying to move and not being able to, I realized the situation and stayed calm and turned it positive! I have felt heaviness several times before but usually recognize the feeling before attempting to struggle so some of those may have been different. I started imagining a beautiful woman was on top of me and sure enough, very nice! She is also the same nationality as my wife. We have full blown realistic feeling sex in a large hotel room bed, apparently continuing the travelling/vacation theme from earlier. She eventually walks out of the
      room satisfied and another gorgeous woman walks in with sound equipment and wiring wearing one piece jumpsuit with a tool belt and she asks me if my ahem is under those sheets where I am still completely naked. She is also the same nationality as my wife and she uses a term in their language for my ahem. I say yes and she takes a look. I actually plan on leaving the room and was telling her that I just finished up with the woman that just left and may be spent. She remarks that it doesn't look that way, you look ready. I say you are right, why not. We have full blown realistic sex also. I can't get over the realism and her sexiness.
      Wake around 6 smiling big. Some more late dreams with my typical (but not always) late morning fogginess. 135
    3. Possession and the dead

      by , 04-21-2014 at 07:14 PM
      A woman has another woman tied to a tree, and is spreading caviar on her face to attract animals to eat her. She's interrupted by some panic among the people she's working with. People are transforming into creatures - from what they're shouting, I have the impression that it's mostly insects, but when I switch to first person, the only transformation I actually see is a bird emerging from a woman's shoulder and flying away. Mostly I just see panicked people running away.

      I'm leaving too, with several others, at a calmer pace. I look down at my bare feet, and notice that the girl whose body I'm possessing has decorated her toenails in Satanic symbols - not just painting them, but actually growing them into horn-like shapes. I comment on this to one of the people I'm walking with, although I'm careful to phrase it as if I'm the real owner of this body, not something possessing her.

      Still in that body, I'm at a club with a woman named Pepper. I'm wearing sunglasses - it's night, but I need them to protect myself from the electric lights. I'll take them off when we're outside. We're leaving, waiting by a coat check or something similar, when we're approached by two men, one of them hitting on Pepper, the other hanging back. At first I'm irritated, but then I remember that I'm using a female body at the moment, and I realize the other guy is playing wingman. I'm amused. Since Pepper seems interested enough, we all leave together.

      We briefly stop by my IRL house, and when I look in a mirror, I see my IRL self, although my reflection isn't mirroring my actions. Pepper calls for me to hurry up, calling the name of the girl whose body I'm possessing for the first time - Julie. Outside, it's dawn, the clouds are starting to change colors, so I put my sunglasses back on. There's a large car parked outside - wingman's in the driver's seat, Pepper and the other guy are in the back. I get into the passenger seat.

      We drive past several rundown-looking houses, and the guy in the back seat asks me if they're haunted, this being my neighborhood. I say sure, a house that looks like that has to have a few ghosts around. I'm not being serious, just humoring him. He goes on and on about the dead, and he's beginning to irritate me - he's attempting to show off his knowledge, but it's not particularly impressive. He says that he can speak to the dead more easily than others because he still has all his canine teeth - I have an image of one tooth behind another, like adult teeth behind baby teeth, though he's an adult. He says they make a point of telling you that they're dead. And he asks me something about dead and dreams - I didn't catch most of the question, too much background noise, but I assumed he was asking me if I'd ever been visited by the dead in my dreams. I say, sure - I may not know much about talking to dead people, but dreams I can do.

      Wingman calls my attention away, asking for directions - left or right here? It's not even really a fork in the road, the road we're on just curves right and another road splits away, but I guess it might look confusing if you're not used to it; I tell him to bear right. The guy in the backseat offers me and Pepper beers from a cooler, and asks if we find him creepy, with all that talk about dead people. I say no, the talk about dead people's fine, it's the way you talk about getting me and Pepper to drink that's creepy. Pepper agrees, but she's laughing about it. I was only half joking. Even the wingman agrees - the guy's phrasing is odd, as if he's trying to get us incapacitated. We hit a bump in the road and he spills some of his own beer on the upholstery; I tell him he better clean that up, although I'm not at all sure who owns this car. I'm certain it's not him.
    4. 00:00 Monday 2014-04-21

      by , 04-21-2014 at 03:10 PM
      00:00 Monday 2014-04-21

      in my lucid hideout. Glorious black of no city lights, utter silence around. Heaven. Just a bit chilly though.

      00:43 bedtime

      got lazy. Had a number of fun & wacky dreams and just kept building up their memories in my head from waking to waking instead of recording. I successfully kept them all until the last waking of the day when they almost all promptly vanished except the last one. Grrr!

      09:59

      + interrupted a couple making out/doing it. Stuck my body into the action, directed the girl down to my (ahem) and she performed some brief oral.

      (barely remembered the above...just had a strange nagging feeling: "Wait a minute, didn't I get a blowjob last night?")

      + sliding down the hills to the city below

      + swimming?

      + food / pizza?

      + I'm an assistant teacher to a class of kids. I'm goofing off all the time with other assistants. There's a girl with a ton of tattoos, and some other guys with me, we're singing and joking and ignoring the class. The principal (short man) and asst. principal (short woman) enter the class and chastise us. "Have you been teaching classical mechanics?" he asks? I avoid the question because the answer is obviously, "no." We get in trouble. I'm anguished about this because I think I've wasted a great opportunity, now how will I ever get another recommendation? I'm so concerned, I'm fiddling nervously with a telescoping antennae like from a walkie-talkie, extending it and collapsing it over and over again.

      Then one of the assistants comes in saying "the <something> guy [a DC from earlier in the dream] is starting a band!" We whoop in excitement, I run giddily down a hallway, including sliding down a steep ramp, into the audition area where that guy is. I say I play the <my instrument> and can play chords and do some fingerpicking on guitar." I want to say I can play trumpet too (I can't ), just not very well. We're on a small stage getting ready for the audition. I can't find a music stand that works, I'm trying to pull one up but the stands are all on the floor. I look over the shoulder of the band-starting-guy at some sheet music propped up on a piano. I sing an ascending scale saying something funny "la-la-la-la-la-LA-LA COCOA PUFFS!" everyone cracks up. I'm cracking up too, except I find suddenly my mouth is full of food, I'm trying to tell people not to make me laugh so much because I may choke.

      We're sudden in custody in a large building in some company, we're still in trouble from the school. There are a lot of people there. I say "friends don't turn friends over to custody at Cocoa-Puffs" [meaning the company that makes Cocoa-Puffs].
      Categories
      non-lucid , side notes
    5. coachelzski

      by , 04-21-2014 at 02:25 PM
      well yea so heres how it went i was with cody for a little while. and cody and i were in some movie theater. afterwards we were with this big group ofm y sisters friends going to cochella. it was kin golden gate park though. i think we saw like one artist which was kind of a triipy show. no it was really tripppy. they sang one song and all the while they had this kinda fucked up horor themse show going on as a light show of images icant even begin to describe. anyway ii was responsible for controlling the imgaesl]]

      aftwer ward i heard tennis was guna be there and i got all excited but had to save face in front of the cool kids and act like oo i shudnt like tennis...

      finally we were at some band and one of the head ladies gave a hand job to the band membr
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      non-lucid
    6. Demanding food order

      by , 04-21-2014 at 10:30 AM
      Ordering or buying food for a difficult group of kids, including a vegetarian, someone on a kosher diet, a kid who wanted pizza with "peppermint, peppers, white meat, no or little sauce."
      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    7. Second Skin

      by , 04-21-2014 at 09:31 AM
      Morning of April 21, 2014. Monday.



      This was a very long and convoluted dream (nearly novel-length) with many scenes and aspects. I will try to include mostly only the main scenes, yet even so, it will end up being a much larger entry. They do seem like completely separate parts upon first look, but I did not wake during any part which actually seemed to continue from the previous.

      In one, my family and I are in the house at Stadcor Street in Brisbane. However, it also has a general look of the first floor (where the owners lived) of the boarding house on King Street. This is mostly relative to the additional windows and side door. There is a powerful storm of heavy rain, leaves, and wind. It seems that it will be very destructive. I notice our youngest son and youngest daughter outside (although very close to the window and under the eaves, so seemingly safe from the main downwards force) and yell for them to come into the house. They somehow come into the kitchen from outside (fictional entrance) and I then notice that the weather is actually uneventful now - and it is as if the “storm” was only somehow a vertical “layer” in one area or perimeter. A few other people are around then, mostly unknown. My wife’s brother Simon and his old girlfriend show up with laptop computers in the kitchen. I have my own computer, but oddly, it is able to change into different forms based on what website you go to or what commands you send. For example, at one point, it is only like a thin piece of vinyl which I continue to use as such. I complain to Simon about how the browser changes everything and how it is hard to type on thin, wavy surfaces, as well as the overall concept of typing on a sheet of plastic seeming utterly idiotic and problematic regardless of its “more advanced” status. Apparently, after a few more commands or particular website view, my original large monitor will rise up, self-built, and be “normal” again and the keyboard will revert to a normal one.

      Later, I am outside at what almost seems like a rummage sale or garage sale setup, but hardly anyone is there. I meet with an old friend, David S (the place seems to be his), and we sit at a large makeshift table. We get into talking about our school days and he shows me some copies of schoolwork he still has that is still in the notebook. The writing is rather sparse over the page and seemingly in different styles. I ask him about where he went to school during certain time periods, which does not make much sense as he supposedly did not go to my school in the earlier years but only in the higher grades. The reality is actually the opposite of my dream’s conversation.

      Later, I seem to be in the community center near Schuh Homes (where blocks of housing looked so much the same from one to the next, I never worked out how people could find their own house or even the right street), where I had only been once in real life for a group rummage sale. A few classmates from my early years are there, including Susan R (the “other”) yet again. I have this strange blue static electricity coming out of me in larger bolts, which sometimes happens in dreams with Susan. However, we are all still only in our early teens. My wife is also there. Susan’s mother tells me that I am married and there can be only one Yin and Yang, so I should not approach her, as the universe has been formed as such and it would cause a greater imbalance and thus cause people’s minds to shift into a more chaotic and “unaware” state than they already are in. (In reality, she is also married but still living in Florida according to two other people I know.) However, I still talk to her for awhile. The blue lightning continues to move about from my body, mostly from the palms of my hand, fingers, and arms, sometimes breaking a window. She is crying for some reason, probably more out of strange memories of the so-called paranormal (or perhaps my supposed “tampering with the timeline” - very curious and coincidental that Facebook has something called a “timeline” now and this is how I found out about her present-day status - thus once again a childhood dream is “resolved”), assuming the “selective amnesia” and “veil” has not become a major part of her thinking as with most.

      There is a short, bizarre scene later on where an unknown male is pretending to be a newborn baby to somehow get access to (or eventually inherit) a younger female’s wealth. As she is driving the convertible and holding him, she seems to realize he is not actually a baby (due to how long his body is - not sure how she is able to hold him horizontally across her lap and drive at the same time) and soon throws him out of the car onto the street. He is annoyed but somehow uninjured, and is then planning his next move, which is integrated into the next odd scene.

      Later, my wife and family and I are living in some sort of odd composite of Cubitis and the (rotated - perpendicular to real orientation) Stadcor Street house - which later has features of my sister’s house in La Crosse. We have a very large front yard that has mostly a gritty sandstone surface. Somehow, the house next door (where the aforementioned con artist lives) seems to integrate into at least one room of our house (a fairly common dream distortion). It is a tad confusing, as I am not sure where the other person’s room ends and mine (relative to my childhood bedroom) begins. There is a curtain that can be drawn across one doorway but I am not sure if my room continues around the corner of that area of the house, as I do not even know what items are mine. There are a lot of items on the floor there (so many that you would not be able to walk through without stepping on something or knocking something aside). It reminds me vaguely of the armory (actually used as a game room) in Arcadia. I notice several even stacks of playing cards on the floor - with the design on the back that shows a drawing of a “flapper girl” in an intricate web-like design around an oval framing her, from about the waist up. She is drinking from a cocktail glass and seen slightly from the side (but not in profile). The design appears in at least two colors. It almost looks like two people had been playing a game of “War” (in the card game sense).

      Eventually, when I am outside, an eighty-year-old lady starts talking to me. Apparently, I have a lot of various small items of hers that somehow blew into our front yard. However, the con artist next door has a lot more of her possessions that were taken deliberately. I look down and notice an old pair of smaller attached identical postage stamps that are a grayish green and seemingly showing Queen Elizabeth in profile. This may or may not belong to the older lady. I do give her some things, which are different stamps and a few other items (including a pen, I believe). Her dog is also in the other yard, but I cannot get to it from where I am.

      Later, the other male has two smaller moose heads in the game-trophy-type design, which are not actually real moose heads, but some sort of antique novelty whereby the mouth opens and a man and woman move about in a circle on a platform, as with a novelty clock. One is slightly bigger than the other. He puts them on the wall right next to each other, decides it does not look quite right, and arranges them differently (this is similar to a previous dream where people were not quite satisfied with paintings put up too close together).

      Eventually, I discover skin coming off the palm of my right hand as it is sore and red at first (possibly caused by the blue lightning coming out from earlier or in handling some of the antique novelty items). However, it seemingly soon turns out to be “worse” than first thought - but that concern passes. Without much effort in trying to get the extra skin off that is flaking around the wound, the rest of the entire skin of my hand and fingers comes off in one larger opaque “sheet”, but like a light soft layer of fine material. It then seems okay and not what was originally believed. My hand looks perfectly healed and fresh underneath.

      Finally, a recurring image; a human “eye” that is actually made up of a black “fetal sack” (or some sort of developing “egg”) as the pupil, and lightning forming parts of the pattern of the iris, with the sclera being the less defined “background noise” of the path of an individual. This represents the human eye as attaining particular forms of focus (via “lightning”) and processed into the “egg” of the individual - until one’s mind is more aware.

      Updated 06-16-2015 at 03:56 PM by 1390

      Categories
      non-lucid
    8. Big suze, Dad has the intelligence of a child

      by , 04-20-2014 at 11:07 PM
      Night of 4/19/14


      In a mall
      Big suze from peep show is having a seminar on how to be a kindergarten teacher, a friend is there attending the lesson
      I am late to something again, (possible dream sign?)
      have to sit in an office chair in one of the shops and do coursework

      ----

      My dad was in an accident and is now mentally handicapped; he wont be able to pay for college.
    9. Running and Hiding

      by , 04-20-2014 at 10:49 PM (Exploring My Mind)
      It's been a little while since I last recorded a dream (almost a month in fact). Luckily, I had a big burst of recall this morning, remembering one specific dream in vivid detail. Don't know what caused it to spike back up, but I was on a trip, so I did sleep somewhere other than home.

      I went to school with my girlfriend (yeah, throwing in the big dream signs already). This school was a mish-mash of various real life and fictional places, though mostly real life. When my girlfriend and I arrived at the school, we both went to our separate classes. It was shaping up to be a very good day, because both John and Hank Green (of Vlogbrothers fame) came to our class and chose me to interview them in front of the students. I had to prepare my questions, while they went off to a separate room to wait. As I was preparing, a couple of students started messing with me and really began to piss me off. Eventually it got to the point where I shoved one of them out of my personal space and began yelling at the entire class, telling them they're all a bunch of jerks and they have no respect.
      At this point, obviously, I was quite embarrassed! So I ran out of the classroom, not knowing where to go. I decided to try to find my girlfriend to tell her what all happened, but when I found her, I got even more upset since she was giving most of her attention to some guy named Cody. This just wasn't my day! I ran away from that too and started hiding in various parts of the school, occasionally running away if the principal was near. This is where it started to get even more odd. As I was wandering through the school, I stumbled into none other than Auron from Final Fantasy X (and wouldn't you know it, I bought the HD remaster a few days ago). Auron ended up giving me good advice and told me not to feel bad about it all.
      "Just apologize. Go back in there and be cool about it."
      I gave him my thanks, feeling a lot better. So, of course, I took his advice to the letter and ran back to the class, apologizing in front of everyone and going back to my seat to prepare for my interview with John and Hank Green.


      What a graceful dream THAT was. Lots and lots of running and hiding. Moral of the story: Final Fantasy X cheers me up.
    10. 20 Apr: ghosts

      by , 04-20-2014 at 10:02 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      I am with a group of friends at the entrance of an abandoned factory, which is supposed to be haunted. Some big disaster happened here and many workers died and the place was sealed. There is only one entrance and once inside we have to go through a labyrinth of corridors and rooms with no other emergency exit. The place is so eerie. It is stopped in time, it is dead, it is outside of our dimension. Some of us stay behind, because it is increasingly uncomfortable as we go forward. At some point we star hearing voices and seeing shadows and every body freezes ad is unable to go on when the corridor makes a 90º turn to the left. I know there's something after the turn, I can feel it, but we did come to see what's there, so I gather all my courage and go around the corner and further into the corridor. I see some really dark shades and feel the presences of those ghosts. It is so creepy, the hair on the back of my head raises and I just want to run away. I turn around and return to close to my friends. We decide to not go any further, because we feel it gets darker and darker from there onwards. Instead, we find a room full of valuable stuff that was left in the factory as it was. We start selecting and collecting into bags to take away with us. But the creepy sounds increase and seem to be getting closer and closer. Some guys outside the room tell us we should leave now, they sound scared. We rush to the door, the noises seem like a hord of monsters is coming in our direction. When we get closer to the entrance we came in, there's a lot of debris blocking half the passage. Other friends outside stick their heads inside and tell us that apparently some ghosts have been trying to cut our way out. We start rushing outside, climbing the debris, but I am attracted to a door, a bit behind us. I go back and stop at this closed door, just listening. I hear voices of people inside, going about their work, as if nothing had ever happened to them. I felt they didn't want to hurt us, they just wanted us out of there. They were trapped in that eternal forever and we were strange disruptive energies they were simply trying to shoo away. They let us take the objects with us, as long as we leave for good. They seem to be in peace now.
    11. My Grandad died

      by , 04-20-2014 at 09:12 PM
      All 4 of my grandparents are alive and fit and well.
      I see my mums parents a lot more as my dad's are always on holiday and I get the feeling his mum doesnt like me very much. His dad however is one of the loveliest people you could ever meet, a true gentleman who always opens doors for me, pulls my chair out at tables, puts my coat on for me etc. My mums dad is lovely as well, I get on so well with him we always laugh and joke together.

      Anyway I dreamt last night that my dad's dad had died. Yet my mums dad had also died as well but not both of them, its really weird to explain, probably because I call both of them "Grandad" and of course I was absolutely devastated and at the time I knew it was just one of them but somehow it was both. It was horrible as i'm so close to both of them in real life.
      I then went out somewhere to do a job, or it might have been college i can't remember, but I wanted to be let off doing the work by saying he had died but didnt want to actually say it
      I can't stop thinking about them dying now.
      Luckily (I guess) my mums parent's came over today for Easter so I got to see my Grandad and gave him a massive hug
      I love them all so dearly
      Categories
      non-lucid , nightmare , memorable
    12. The power behind the throne

      by , 04-20-2014 at 07:26 PM
      A setting based on the early 1900s. I'm sitting at a dinner table, with my POV character's mother sitting somewhere to my right, and a woman who I'm having an intense argument with to my left, at the foot of the table. We argue frequently, I enjoy it; and I realize that although we're stating how much we hate each other, we're using words usually associated with passion or love.

      Dinner's over, the woman is gone, but my mother and I are still in the same room, standing now. I'm talking about breaking my engagement to someone else. I've never met the girl I'm engaged to - she lives in (either New York or Boston, can't remember which - I thought of it as far away), and our fathers had arranged it between themselves, before my father died. My mother is warning me about possible consequences. She describes the girl's father as "the power behind the throne."
    13. 20/April/2014: Really?

      by , 04-20-2014 at 05:10 PM
      Early dream: I saw people leaving a church and then the Pasteur went to the back end and blessed two corpses that were in coffins; One on her left that was rancid in a lot of ways and was in a wooden box or crate rather than a fancy coffin, The other on her right (was) in a coffin (and was not rancid.) I then talked to her and later it appeared that I did something else alone but that's not posted here.

      EDIT, UPDATE 19-9-2014: Two people who I met who went to church died this year. Are they the two mentioned in the dream? Do I know which is which, if so?

      ___

      I also saw a neighbor of mine (A man named Bob Wilson) then later he was in my house and he had to leave through the front door.

      ___

      Much later I dreamed of being in Church and thinking of the recent, Prior dream I had of the Pasteur while there along with another one (From 2013) in which I dreamed of her smoking marijuana with a painter (Which I wonder if it applies now in ways it did then,) And then I was facing backwards towards the entrance/exit to the church building; Then a man in a peach colored (Or somewhat colored like that) coat walked up and handed to me a golden trophy and I was wondering if it was really meant for me and I was wondering if it was a mistake, And I voiced my thoughts of the matter.

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      Then I (Or "I") was in a building stealing something and after various things I tried getting out of the building by a window; I thought I saw myself fall to the ground in the bushes dead but that must have been something else unless it's symbolically a body that left me. The stuff I had stolen was stuck around my neck rendering me unable to move, And I was caught; The SWAT team found me next to an open window. One of the guys asked me what I'd like to do; Live or Die and I said Live which he said he liked because it saves energy and I said "I agree", Then he or they said to call my employer who put me up to this and I called and it ended with getting to my mother's work place answering machine which I didn't hear the recording fully in-dream but I thought it was re-routed so my mother would be framed. Yet at the same time, if it is her I shouldn't listen to any lies.

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      Well I posted it this way at least...?

      Updated 01-10-2015 at 07:04 AM by 61868 (put (was) and (and was not rancid) in for more context.)

      Categories
      non-lucid
    14. deadly

      by , 04-20-2014 at 05:07 PM
      i am walking down the street. there are some people at the end of the street. they start to mess with me, so i tell them to go to hell. they open a door next to me, i walk through the door and i start fighting with them. suddenly
      a gas tube appears in the middle of the road. suddenly gas smoke starts to leak out of it. all of them run through the previous door, leaving me behind. the gas tube is getting larger and larger. i look around and find a small tunnel beside me. i jump into the tunnel, then i crouch because the tunnel is to short. the tube is still leaking deadly smoke. i move to the other side of the tunnel, then i jump out of the tunnel. deadly smoke is not leaking anymore.
      my grandmother appears out of nowhere. she asks me how i came here. suddenly i look at my hand and find out i am..........DREAMING!! everything is crystal clear and real. i am calm. my grandmother says something, but i ignore her. i suddenly want to teleport to the mall. i start to spin and find my self in the void, then i try visualizing the mall. it wont work. i close my eyes........CRAP!! now i am in sleep paralysis, after some seconds i wake up.
      ---------d----a------m-----n----------m---a---n--------t---h---i--s--------w---a---s------a------f---u---c---k--e--d----u--p---------l--u--c--i--d --------d--r--e--a--m--------------------
      i have done the same mistake before....

      Updated 07-24-2015 at 03:14 AM by 68547

      Tags: fucked up, lucid
      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid
    15. Dream #4: Ice Queen

      by , 04-20-2014 at 03:42 PM
      i was a member of a little village who worked in an in. The leader was one of my friends from high school who I remember being exceptionally smart. I was checking some guests into the place when the view shifted to third person.

      There was a woman with white hair wearing a grayish-blue dress. She was barking a few men orders to attack the village because the leader did something to her that was unforgivable, therefore she was going to ruin the village and everyone in it.

      Somehow, the leader got word and demanded that a shelter be built for all of the citizens. They made it out of ice (it looked like a igloo from the outside). He ushered everyone into the place, which was actually quite large in the inside of it.

      When the woman caught word that there was a shelter, she decided that she would just have to go there herself and destroy it.

      A villager in the shelter asked if it would hold up. The leader said, "Yes. It's made of ice and the queen's only power is that of ice. None of her powers would be effective against us. Rest easy."

      Things that stand out:
      • People from high school
      • Magical powers
      • Snow setting (I don't live in a place with lots of snow)
      • Different time
      Tags: fantasy
      Categories
      non-lucid