non-lucid

Dream 1:

I am in some sort of prison with a lot of people, some of them I know from Australia. We are not prisoners though. We find out that half of us are allowed to beat the rest with punching rings. We equip ourselves with rings, but when some start beating them, I don't want to, but I'm also not allowed to leave the room. Some feminists arrive and want to perform a song by Justin Bieber.

Fragment 1:

I look through an Excel sheet at my workplace and realize that there are losses every year. We start creating sheets showing the monthly performance.

Fragment 2:

I am making out with a friend's GF. She asks if we could be together.

Okay - was a bit too busy and also lazy to journal the 3 from the night before the last one.
I have notes for this, though.

9/10:

#1) Back in school and this unfortunate topic again, that suddenly my certificate wasn't valid, and I was supposed to do the last class again - together with another woman, of whom I hadn't thought in ages.
I was running about and trying to avoid having to do it by talking to teachers, I had forgotten about also.
Sat in a physics class as well, and had desperately tried to understand something, but didn't, and wanted to keep that secret.
So not so fascinating all.

#2) Also set in that region, my dream-sign-region of Germany, but I didn't notice it.
Unfortunately the house itself didn't show up (hiding from me, you stupid dreamsign - are you??) - but I was on the job of convincing my mother, that she can easily make a living with her spiritual healing delusion there, and that she shouldn't sell the house and stay.
Since more and more rich and rather bs-susceptible women would set up a holiday residence there. To make my point, I took her to a quite successful woman, peddling in crystals, angelic messages and sacred herbs.
Among the latter - again they show up - blue bell-flowers.
Unfortunately, my mother hated "that witch" after not long an exchange of philosophies, and my scheme didn't work out.
Should have tried out the flowers in some way, now I think of it - I will include them in my ds-zoo.

#3) That one was better - very vivid and beautiful - while nothing much happened - I had lost my way, to where I stayed in an unknown city, and came across a really huge building - it was supposed to be a medieval cathedral (I know..), and it looked a bit like St. Peter - or a castle with a dome - from the outside, but all neglected and partly in ruins. I should have been able to take a guided tour, had I not again missed the time and entrance.
But I managed to creep under a metal fence into a romantically neglected garden and from there into the "cathedral" with the help of a kitten.
It was famed for being able to enter and leave where ever it wanted - not only there but anywhere.
It chirped like a bird and asked a lot of me - seen from an inner yard - the walls were missing - and it kept jumping ahead and disappearing and reappearing wildly.
Bizarrely - one sight was of a modern bathroom, wall missing to the garden-side, and I took a while to ponder, if they really had two showers and a bathtub in one small room, and if that was a good idea or not. Anyway - I just roamed about in the complex - doesn't sound special - but was beautiful.
Now I think of it - I didn't get to see the cupola from inside..


10/11

#1) I was in a new city for a new job and went shopping - upon entering a boutique, they told me, that in the basement, there would be a sale because the original shop would have gone belly up.
So I went down, and there was almost nothing left, but many people shuffling through the stuff.
Strange things - big cooking pots with garish flower design, huge plastic smurphs (supposedly very rare and precious), scaffolding material (? but people were buying it), glass-pearls - all ugly, tons of brown or grey coats with fake fur - finally I found a rack with rather nice clothes, just to see a teenager convince her grandmother to buy all the remaining reasonable stuff for her.
I know - were it not for the comp, I wouldn't journal such rubbish..

#2) I went with a friend to a pretty posh party - marvelling at how there could be so many beautiful and stylish people in one place. Turned out they were all some sort of artists - my friend had started working as a designer and thus met them. I felt quite uncomfortable with not having anything to contribute to their intellectual topics - about authors and plays, I had never heard about - turned out my friend was responsible for the costumes of a theatre performance of theirs. And they were missing an actress.
Persuaded me to jump in for that role - I agreed, but it didn't come to that.
We drove to the location, and the stage wasn't free, so we watched that play - some sort of comedy with Stephen Fry (loving this guy, the me).
I tried to find him afterwards, to get to know him - but - who would have thought it - I couldn't find him.

#3) Next missed dream-sign - visiting an old ex-boyfriend of mine - first he taught me a nice computer game - it was like go, but with stones in many different colours, and they all did something different.
In the dream this was easily understandable, but I can't reconstruct any of it.
His younger brother was very sick and I took it upon myself to treat him for it.
It was some sort of infection or maybe malign tumour.
So I did this and that - and it worked, but afterwards I had to search my body for something really nasty - like thick black hair, 2 cm in length - these came out of my skin at some maybe 15 places.
But it wasn't hair, but something parasitic - I had to pluck them, they were a bit squishy and came out of pores with a little plop - brrrr - disgusting!!

Well - conclusion from these two nights - only really enjoyable dream was the exploring of the domed antiquity with the chirping kitten.
Lots of failed attempts at something and frustration and even a little nightmarish touch with these parasites.
And loads of undetected dreamsigns.

23:15 ? bedtime, yay!

00:00 Tuesday 2014-03-11 Competition #17 night #4

04:07

1) On the ground floor of a huge multi-story movie theater. It's closed. The staircase is to the left I think about sneaking up and having a look around, it's a big theater and I've always wanted to see what it looks like. I go to the right into the staff bathroom instead. It's a good thing I'm in the staff bathroom club because the regular bathrooms are closed. I'm carrying a plastic cup with a toothbrush in it. There are young people in there, joking around, sloshing things into other people's cups. People are carrying tall cups with toothbrushes in them. Someone is saying he was pranked and someone put shoelaces in his ??.

2) 50 year old friend CL and his son. CL is shirtless and buff, his son looks like him but smaller, CL is on left, son on right, we're going up stairs, we're going to see if the elevator is working but a gong sounds and that means it's time for a prayer, someone doesn't want to to it, I don't know the words but I'm singing along. The view has changed to outside bright daylight, and after singing the prayer the Mother of God says "the Father has no Father because he's the Father."

3) With some guys in a car I'm giving directions. I'm saying "go to the left, then the right." a guy in the car disagrees and says "no that's the <something>" this is his hometown and his neighborhood, I tell him he probably knows the name of every stone and of every pebble, and you probably would name <some thing> the "bliggersnabble" or the "schlorbleflap", that stone over there.

We're in some guy's house, he's coming home he looks up and sees us, I pretend that I'm trying to help him get rid of something, and set the table.

F1) A guy getting out of a car, shooting something by a house, and saying "the best part of this is that you get to be with Henry."

4) in my childhood room, I'm giving a technical presentation. Someone asks me if I can give thte presentation again, I say I'll only do it if I have notes. People gather together to listen to the presentation. There are a bunch of colored pencils/crayons hanging in the air and I'm commenting on the colors, these look like new colors, there's in particular a very special blues and greens, I'm searching for the term for these colors, "they're not pastel, but they're....?" and somebody
says the (fake) name for them and I say "yeah yeah yeah that's it that's the name!"

F2) picking up a desk lamp which fell/swivelled over and putting it back up on the desk.

07:09

5) I'm arriving in a large dark hall with lots of people sititng around sparse tables, I'm there to get baptized, a big guy says that we need to bring our own firewood to heat the baptism water. He says without that the baptism won't go well. We didn't bring any firewood, I look to my wife and say what shall we do? Luckily there are some manly handymen in a shed, the shed door opens and I see stacks and stacks of firewood, we can use that. The handyman start building a sort of little bridge about 4 feet high and 4 feet long, I'm fascinated with the construction. They take several pieces of wood and start the frame, sliding it into place in a special way it is curved. They start putting on rubbery sheets and pulling them tight, pounding the structure with large mallets, pulling it tight and pounding things into place, the bridge is shaping up with a solid walkway covered in this (green?) rubber.

I'm coming out of a garage-like place and see a group of people standing just outside in the light, they're standing with a big tub of water in their hands, I know this is a "suprise baptism," I check my shirt, it's a white shirt but it has logo of some company I used to work for, I think this is an innappropriate shirt. Their first slosh misses entirely, and I walk more towards them to help them along, I'm sort of sorry for them that they're doing a bad job, the second slosh of water at me gets me wet on a corner of my shoulder, it's not very much, the 3rd slosh also misses entirely.

6) I'm arriving at a home coming up the stairs and we're opening the door, it's FF's house, I'm thinking about his nose (which is large/funny) but I don't see it directly, he's standing to my left. We enter the house and I look at my naked arms, I see the skin on them, (they don't look like my arms), F's wife says something about my skin. There's a table that a cat is jumping at and I see a little fast moving yellow blob, I look closer and I see it's a tiny birt about the size of a golfball, I urgently tell F that his bird has gotten loose, but it turns out that it's just a wind-up toy bird.

8:06 getting up for the day

11:30 - 13:00 2km swim / one hour

3/11/14

WBTB 7:30am, Awake 8:30am

WILD

Swimming in bedroom, can breath out of nose (RC). However, I realize that I'm having a WILD, instead of the MILD I was aiming for and am afraid of the paralysis and other things I might experience during a WILD, so I jerk myself awake.

non-lucid

Seeing video game (graal) bar, go behind counter and transported to volcano island level (like in the real game). Expecting the baddies that throw rocks to come but they don't appear. Like a vivid stream of thought.

non-lucid

I see myself in my large bedroom mirror. Extremely realistic. The figure in the mirror looks exactly like me, but I don't feel like it's me because it's acting on its own. It is staring intensely at me and starts to pull her face off, but I wake up before it does.

non-lucid

Listening to a church sermon at my home church. I remember the sermon being really good, but I shortly forgot it when I woke up.

I jerk myself awake out of paralysis with each dream out of fear of sleep paralysis. I was too excited during MILD to lose consciousness while transitioning into a dream state.

This dream was pretty close to real life, aside from some minor discrepancies. Not much out of the ordinary here.
I went to a new house to babysit my little cousin for the day. My grandpa gave me the tour of the house, which was still being worked on. This relates to my aunt's new house in real life, but the house in the dream did not look the same (one of the discrepancies I mentioned). Throughout the day, it was mainly just me following and playing with my cousin, or watching those educational cartoons with her. At one point, I ended up spending the night there, though my memory as to why is pretty hazy. I also walked in on my girlfriend watching a strange TV program based on Bioshock Infinite??!
There WAS a moment where I thought 'am I dreaming?' and performed a reality check, BUT...I'm pretty sure I was too close to being awake for this to work, so it didn't count. Still, that's progress if it was my dream self thinking that and not my waking self.

1. [Non-Lucid]
I'm talking to Emily on Skype about stuff, she got a boyfriend or something, she then shows me this rather psychedelic video thing, was weird, then she said "what makes you think its a boy?" I reply with ":O oooo".

Fragments:
A game where you throw cans at other cans for points.
Some guy gave a poor woman a lot of money, so she checked into a posh hotel.

Possible dream signs:
Emily, Skype

3/11/2014
Note: I did jot some notes down for the first dream, but only because I wasn’t feeling well last night and feel asleep very early. I woke up from the dream before 8 pm and made some quick notes. For the other 2 dreams; I woke up, spent a minute reviewing it in my mind, stated to myself that “I will remember this dream” several times, and then went back to sleep. This morning I am happy with the results. I don’t feel like I lost sleep.

Dream 1: Cartoon – This dream was mostly from the 3rd person perspective, like I was watching a show. I remember watching a cartoon dog and cat and they are trying to hurt each other, but it wasn’t in a comical way. They were genuinely trying to cause pain by hitting and kicking. I was feeling bad for them. The next thing I remember I was at an aquarium or at Sea World. I am looking through the glass into a large tank. There are fish and corral in the tank. Then I notice there are a bunch of gold watches in the floor of the tank and I know it is “treasure” that I can collect if I can get into the tank. I wake up after that.

Dream 2: Friends’ house – In my dream I am riding my old BMX bike (the one I had in Junior High) over to my childhood friends’ house. I get there and go in. The house is full of junk. There is stuff everywhere like my friends’ mother has become a hoarder. I find myself upstairs in my friends’ room, and it is full of junk. I sit down on the floor in front of their old TV and try to turn it on so I can play on their 1977 video game system, but it doesn’t work. I assume it is because it is too old. Then my friend Dave comes into the room. He is an adult and is wearing a suit. He is followed by another man in a suit who I don’t know. He is angry at me because I came to his house without letting him know in advance and he has to go to work. I remember going back down stairs, into the kitchen and his mother was there. I don’t remember anything else.

Dream 3: Church – I am attending some kind of church event, but it is taking place on a street near my old childhood neighborhood. At one point I am in a rundown warehouse which is full of old cloths and canned goods. I know we are collecting these things for charity. The youth pastor has lost his pet snake in the warehouse and I am helping him to catch it. I see the snake, which is about 6 feet long and a shiny maroon color. I chase after it and try to grab it near its head, but it gets away. Next I remember being outside and it is a nice summer day. The sun is shining, the grass is nice green, and the trees are covered in leaves (right now it has been a dismally long winter where I am). I remember getting up on the flatbed of a large truck and sitting down next to my wife. There is a large cardboard box and it is full of puppies with black fur. I am patting some of them and laughing because they are all jumping around, licking my hand and trying to get my attention. My wife is smiling too. I know that these puppies belong to the youth pastor as well and I think “His house must be like a zoo with all these animals.” Next I remember walking down to a partially framed building. My Pastor is there. He needs help with something, but I can’t remember what. Next I am in another building that is full of miscellaneous stuff (boxes of cloths, toys, canned goods) and I need to move to the truck. I am feeling annoyed because there is no one else there to help me move all this stuff.

Some elderly relative of my husband's had died in our vicinity (in reality my husband does not have any local relatives). I knew to expect one elderly woman to come as a house guest for the funeral and had prepared for that.

However, on the day before the funeral it was not that one relative who arrived at my home expecting to be put up for the night, but it was several: all of them elderly female unknown to me and judgemental and unfriendly. Furthermore my husband and sons were not there to help me prepare, and the house I lived in was unfamiliar to me both in reality and in the dream. So I had to find new sheets for every bed in the house, and I did not know where clean sheets were. The bedding I found was really old fashioned looking, the kind one would find in an old person's home. But I could not find enough of it. I was fumbling around under the stern judgemental glares of my guests.

One of the guests at least was friendly: a former church member, Caroline. I do not know why she had come, but at least she was being encouraging.

Then I asked the guests what they would like for breakfast the next day. They replied "Nothing!" glaring at me even more. "One does not eat before a funeral! But after the funeral we expect a proper wake. You did remember to arrange the wake?"

That's when I lost my temper. "Why would I arrange the wake? She was not my close relative. There are closer relatives of hers locally. I hope they arranged the wake. But if they did not, that's not my problem!"

I woke up soon after that, disappointed to discover that it was already waking time.

TL;DR in title. I was defo being chased by my Dad in most of the dream. The most vivid memory is when we were in a store, and he was buying me bread. Smelled like it, too. There are scenes in between, and he's trying to kill us, he said something along those lines. Somehow we got into a car, and I suggest to go to grandma's. Mom says no, and tries to find somewhere to hide. We past a ditch of sorts, and we see him catching up. He posts on reddit in a cop subredit, and people are immediately on him.

The text in that subreddit are green, blue, red, and black. I remembered thinking it was highlighting certain words, but that it was annoying and stupid to read. I think I woke up around this time, and fell back asleep.

Next, we were at my cousin's room at her house. She had a laptop, don't remember the color, and was showing me a new game, with IHasCupQuake playing. I remember sifting through her book collection, and remembering in my dream about the past where I had seen this book, "Wonder Girl." She had volume 1 (Two of Volume One, maybe three, just different lengths) and volume 8. The main character was a superhero, and rode a hoverboard, pink, I think. I don't remember what the other characters looked like, but I'm pretty sure main had black hair. It had a GunnerKreigg Court style to it.

That's about all I can remember.

Night of March 11th, 2014. Tuesday.



This dream is of a fairly common type I used to have when younger (although mostly involving electric guitars), probably centering more on the mid 1980s. It all takes place in sister Marilyn’s house, mostly the living room, and my brother-in-law and mother are the only familiar characters.

There are two unknown males from a local music store, in rather drab-looking plaid long coats, who give me an acoustic guitar to try out, I believe as a trial run or possibly a week-long appraisal. (They remind me vaguely of two of brother Dennis’s unsavory friends from years ago.) The acoustic guitar looks really nice at first - and is supposedly the top of the line as well as very expensive - but unusual things happen to it automatically, over time.

Upon close examination, it seems the guitar actually has nine strings rather than six, but I do not think it relevant to how a twelve-string is setup and used. The e string, (the highest-pitched string) over time, seems way too loose, yet still provides the correct pitch when pulled on and let go (as it is so loose that it cannot be plucked normally). The string actually comes way out almost like a light rubber band, and I also notice it seems to be connected to the wrong tuning peg - which is a wooden cylinder like the other seven (four on each side and possibly one upright in the middle). However, I am not sure of the nature of the guitar to be certain about anything. The “middle string” (of nine) seems to not reach fully down and is actually tied to another string before it reaches the body or sound hole. As it does not even go to the bridge, I am not sure what the purpose of the weird setup is. It is possible, though, that there are two middle strings (for the implied fifth string position), one reaching the bridge as the others, and the smaller and shorter one tied over the top of it about the seventh fret down.

I try to play something but it does not sound right at all (not sure how I am making a chord with five fingers over nine strings anyway). I notice odd holes in each side near where the neck and body meet as if eaten away by worms. I am not sure what to do, as, if the guitar is on consignment, I do not want to damage it in any way if I decide to give it back needfully “like new”. Eventually, I notice more cracks and holes which are near where the sound hole is and lower down on the neck. The guitar soon starts to come apart in four separate pieces; the cracked body, two sections of the cracked neck, and an additional smaller triangular piece from off the bottom of the cracked neck. It is almost like some sort of fragile wood/Styrofoam mix. I am not sure what to do but I just put the whole mess down near the living room table.

My brother-in-law Bob cheerfully starts talking about different things, including fictional misadventures regarding me. He talks about how a lot of modern music is the same sound as passing wind at a busy train station, implying an undesirable assault on the senses. I walk to the back of the house to look out the window and at that point seem much younger. My mother is there and seemingly healthy.

When I go back to the living room, I notice my father’s old guitar in the soft chair near the telephone table - it is still in good condition. I think about taking the strings from the “junk” guitar and putting the good ones on my father’s guitar but do not get to before my dream fades.

In the long run, I guess my dream was only expressing my frustrating experiences and understanding of modern products, which often are not designed correctly (or have wrong parts integrated - such as our last washing machine) and which often decay or break a very short time after purchase, including important plumbing and sink parts (we even lived at a place where the large thin plastic bathtub had cracked down the middle of the bottom and had been glued back together). As I wake, I see a fair number of broken plastic hubcaps in various areas of the street, that had fallen off various random cars, as in real life. In real life, we have been through countless “fake” products, including an electric snow-cone maker (that was a gift) that only lasted one use. Product quality, along with mainstream media and authority’s credibility, could not get much worse, and I wonder how people will react in the future, if at all.

4. I’m watching Supernatural with Nicole, and Ellie’s dad Harry, who is Nicole’s dad in this dream.

On the show, it shows a fanart of young Dean and Sam and I point and say that I recognize that art style and the artist. Harry points to the TV and asks Nicole when she’s going to do the art thing.

-Jump-

Nicole gathers the necessary papers. She’s all dressed up and wearing lipstick. “Hi, I’m here to sign up for…” She says (over the phone? not sure).

Inspiration: Maybe because she mentioned some gift art she needs to draw but hasn’t found the motivation for. And I watched Supernatural the other day.

Notes: I didn’t think I was going to have good recall/dreams because I had a rough day yesterday, and I knew I had to get up to go to the store. So I was very pleasantly surprised by my first dream, and I fell back asleep happy. I’m not sure if I got the order of the dreams right though. I’m so bad at linking the time to the proper dreams in my palace. x_x And I can’t always remember the order I added things. Oh, wonder if the store parts where inspired by me having to go to the store the next morning...

3. This might take place after the game part. I walk into another part of a store. Paris Hilton is there handing away her business cards for advertising. I almost pass her, but politely go back to take the white card before moving on.

I pass by three dogs lounging in the hall. I think there was more to this but I can’t remember.

I enter a kitchen-type room where people are lounging. They seem expectant and some of them crowd me. A guy steps forward and asks if I like Geia, “Pronounced “Gee-ah or __(can’t remember)”. I think he means ‘Gaia’ as in Paganism. I say that I’m interested in it – well, I’m interested in more than one thing under that umbrella.

Next thing I know, he’s spreading something that looks like potted meat on big corn tortilla chips. That’s Geia.

They all act like it’s a big thing to like it. They explain what’s in it. Apparently something called ‘Pam’. I try it and actually like it, even though I don’t like potted meat. It actually reminds me of refried beans now that I think about it IWL. I say that I don’t like Pam but I like this. Someone else speaks up that they don’t like Pam either.

Inspiration: I’m rarely around dogs, so it’s ironic that I dream of three of them on the very day I later go and happen to see three dogs while out.

2. I’m watching a video in a room, there’s a man watching over me all stony-faced. I’ve already seen it so I’m impatient for it to be over. The video showed a pretty woman. I said something like ‘wow, she is hot’. Later, it showed some of her body beneath the clothes, and she was anorexic. I realize it was a trick to get us to see that you can’t judge by appearances.

I asked the ‘guard’ if he never got tired of doing this, because he’d surely seen the video several times now. He didn’t answer. I said ‘you’re just like Jim Kirk’. I meant that he was stubborn.

Next, I’m taken to an area in the mall-type store. At first I can’t tell what I’m standing in front of, I just see one panel. Then I realize it’s a game machine.

The first part felt like a trial, but this part feels like a competition.

I try to figure out how to work it, and press a black button up top. “Yes, this is administration.” A voice says, and I am super embarrassed as I realize I pressed the wrong button. The guy has to come fix it.

I’m playing the game, and it has Yoshi from Mario in it.

Inspiration: I was looking at some sprites and one of them was Yoshi. Only about forty-five moments passed between the last one and this one!

Fragment: Something about Maggie from The Walking Dead and food. Inspiration: Watched the new episode yesterday.

1. I go out onto the porch to talk to the waiting little old man (reminds me of an anime-style elder). The porch reminds me of my grandma’s balcony. We’re sitting on a swing as he tells me how everything fades in time and so on. Just then, a chain on the swing breaks and he sees “see?” and shows the rusted chain pieces to me.

-Jump-

Someone’s walking on grass. They pass a house where a boy is looking out, and get the feeling he knows something. They walk by four people swinging on a swingset. Almost like in a character selection screen, two of them stand out, and they might have been animanga characters. It still feels like grandma’s house, out back.

They crouch down on a plot of grass and dig out a hole, crying deeply as they lower cupped hands down. They’re holding a big seed with sprouts. The arm is like one from a teddy bear.

The old man had died and somehow the plant came from him.

Inspiration: After seeing the bear arm, it really reminded me of Teddie/Kuma from Persona 4, or Kumashii from the Thriller Bark arc, which I’m reading in One Piece. I’m really thinking the plant part comes from me finishing my Dragon Quartet series, where *spoiler* in the end they ‘reset’ the Earth to an earlier time, causing grass to start spreading back across the world as the survivors watch in awe. There’s an older man character there.

10pm (I went to bed early feeling tired and feverish so already had recall)

My husband called me to a conference call at his office to try to work out a problem he thought I had with one of his coworkers. The coworker started defending himself saying he had no clue I had a problem with him. I replied that this because I have no problem with him whatsoever, and my husband misunderstood. As I was leaving the conference room, I said that of course part of the reason why I have no problem with him has to do with the fact that I do not actually know him at all, and he agreed.

Still in my husband's office, in the office kitchen: I first randomly give a female stranger a backrub from behind. Then it's as if I forgot that this female stranger is there and I definitely forgot about rubbing her, and I start thoroughly massaging my husband. He is fully clothed but on the floor in a way and I give him a full back massage while squatted on top of him. Very sensual.

Only then do I remember the female stranger coworker, and that we were blocking her way out of the kitchen and forcing her to watch. I appologize to her. She says, no problem, and that she wishes she had watched me chew out Alexandro. I figure Alexandro must have been the male coworker in the conference room who I had no problem with. It occurs to me that he did not look like an Alexandro, looked very WASP. I explain to the coworker that there was no chewing out involved.

Fragment: I was in a waiting room of a doctor's office explaining why I was there. I do not recall why. I had the sense though in the dream that I had been waiting for a long time and had given the same explanation many times before. Later in same dream I was trying to help the doctor not to be lost: I was telling him that the reason he could not find an office number was because the address was from before his practice moved to another building, but he would not listen to me, and just kept going and looking.