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    Exploring the Unconscious - Bob's Dream Journal

    I've dreamed very vividly and surrealistically since I was young as I can remember. Unfortunately, as I got older my recall started to fade. I started to lose a source of inspiration, awe, adventure, escape, and creativity - luckily I found DreamViews and was given the information I need to start re-developing this ability. This DJ gives me the ability to develop my recall and maintain a continuous journal whether I'm at home, at work, staying with friends, whatever.

    And it ain't private, so maybe somebody else will get a kick out of it too!

    1. Botanical Preserve (fragment)

      by , 08-27-2011 at 06:43 PM (Exploring the Unconscious - Bob's Dream Journal)
      Not much from last night.

      I one scene, I was visiting Terrence McKenna's ethnobotanical reserve in Hawaii. There were all sorts of crazy wild-looking plants. In either another dream or the same dream, I dreamed of eating a dish that had living crabs at the bottom of it. I was supposed to just eat the crabs, and I remember being nervous by the thought of one of the crabs pinching my tongue on the way down.

      I also dreamed about getting it on with a college friend.
    2. Hotel tribeswoman, 'faggy' (fragment)

      by , 08-25-2011 at 11:59 PM (Exploring the Unconscious - Bob's Dream Journal)
      I hardly remember anything!!

      Here's the tiny bit I've got:

      I was in a hotel in some hot, third-world country. The hotel really wasn't too shabby. Just a little old-fashioned. There was lots of purple. Anyways, I was in love with a beautiful tribeswoman. This relationship was forbidden, or otherwise greatly disliked by the tribal leader. Her and I were running for safety.

      The only other thing I remember was some fidgety scene that may have involved a military installment. I remember seeing a big blue sign with white lettering on it in the snow that said, "Faggy". I dunno.
      Tags: hotel, tribe
      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    3. Flying through tides, old buildings into the ocean

      by , 08-23-2011 at 06:34 PM (Exploring the Unconscious - Bob's Dream Journal)
      Had a short LUCID! W00t!

      Can't remember a whole lot from it. But I do know that I went lucid. I remember being in the ocean just off the beach, because I remember water and tidal rocks below me. I remember the sensation of flying and the more distinct sensation of realizing I was in a dream.

      Outside of that, I remember trying to grow magical mushrooms with a friend. We were collecting spores from some kind of moving reddish-green algae from a pond. My mother wasn't into the whole thing, but somehow I talked her into it.

      Belated entry from 8/22/11:
      I remember being told something about forgotten, ancient cities. Then I was on top of a sparsely grassed cliff overlooking the ocean. I saw a modern city coming from the far West, running out to the ocean. As the building neared the ocean, they became older and older, slowly moving from metal to brick to stucco, with the very last of the structures to the far East quietly being swallowed by the ocean, decayed and barely recognizable. It was a beautiful scene.
    4. Surrealistic musically synced object-waves

      by , 08-19-2011 at 05:36 PM (Exploring the Unconscious - Bob's Dream Journal)
      Started off with a really trippy part, I want to get that down first:

      I remember seeing a screen and watching these pixelated, intensely colorful 3-dimensional objects flowing into and through the screen in succession like waves. There was some music playing too, and these shapes represented visually the way the music sounded to me. I was seeing very accurately the images I see in my head when I hear certain sounds in music. I wish I had a stronger recollection of it all! The one waveform/object-wave that stood out most presented itself after a bellowing strike of organic bass drums and brass - its thick, soft columns were orange and yellow, with caved in tops - identical at least in shape to the imagery I experience in my head when I hear sounds like that.

      On a coincidental note, I read a few parts of Enter the World of Lucid Dreaming' yesterday, and there was a section that talked about surreal sensory environments that occur occasionally in dreams. This was definitely one of them.

      In a dream I had just before waking, I was with my cousin. The first segment of the dream took place in the context of some war that may have been aliens vs. humans. We were piloting tanks and running from hostile tanks, causing and evading big explosions. It ended with us being at Camp Chawanakee, with my old scout master showing me how to chop wood after I had failed.
    5. The smithing dwarves (fragment)

      by , 08-17-2011 at 09:05 PM (Exploring the Unconscious - Bob's Dream Journal)
      Hardly anything to get down from last night, but you gotta have perseverance.

      I remember being in a factory of sorts. The floor might have been an off-white marble, a solid sheet, no tiles. There was a small man that was geared up like a high-tech blacksmith... a lot like the Dwarven blacksmiths I used to see in Dungeons & Dragons books. (Fun times as a kid). We were making a product that we planned on selling, and inspecting the inner workings of it. The inside was supposed to be filled with complex electronics. It looked like a bunch of bizarre incomprehensible mechanical workings, with no green PCB or circuit leads or microchips, or anything else that looked like electronics from this world. I remember shiny metallic orange gears and blocks with tumbling rows of needle-like projections. The dwarf was explaining to me how these components worked, I think. Maybe not.
    6. What is this? Will it end?!

      by , 08-16-2011 at 07:59 PM (Exploring the Unconscious - Bob's Dream Journal)
      Had a rough one last night.

      I can't exactly recall what perceiving it was like. But I remember my mind being in tatters, like I was going crazy. All I knew was that I was going crazy. Or that I was dying, or something; I just knew that something was very wrong and that nothing was what it seemed. Of course, I was dreaming but I simply could not quite figure that part out. I wanted to escape to the real world but was unsure of where I was in relationship to it, or was unsure of what the real world really was. This dream was fully inspired by the few-and-far-between deep Salvia Divinorum trips I had in my youth. It was exactly like an experience that played out almost completely similarly, in which I knew that something was very wrong but could not figure out what it was.
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      Uncategorized
    7. Winter hobo, good times in prison

      by , 08-14-2011 at 07:37 PM (Exploring the Unconscious - Bob's Dream Journal)
      Going to come back later and fill this in.

      Dream 1: There was a hobo outside of our apartment and I thought I'd help him out. He ended up pulling out a knife and slowly advancing towards me, I knew that he wanted to kill me. I ran to the apartment and told Willy what happened. We sprung into action and acquired knives from the kitchen. I attacked the hobo and ended up cutting him to pieces, but when I first leaped towards him and made the first cut, I thought it would be an impossible task. My first slice only barely penetrated his thick skin. Maybe he was hardened from the winter cold.

      Dream 2: I remember going to jail with a good friend. We were political enemies and we were being locked up together. We were 'pre-reminiscing' about all the good times we were going to have in jail. It was some kind of fancy prison, and we were able to communicate with each other between our cells. I think we were scheduled to be there for thirty years, but that didn't bother us.

      Fragment: I was in a car, not mine, with some friends. I kept doing silly things like standing up in my seat and hanging onto the front of the car, through the non-existent front window. I eventually got pulled over by a cop, I think.

      I do remember at one point becoming LUCID for a few moments. I remember spinning to stabilize the dream. Nothing much here, but I'm happy to have went lucid
      Categories
      lucid , dream fragment
    8. Raw milk

      by , 08-13-2011 at 08:38 PM (Exploring the Unconscious - Bob's Dream Journal)
      All I remember is talking to a girl I met last night about dairy pasteurization. She told me that she drank some kind of special milk, and I was excited thinking that it would turn out to be raw milk, but it was some other bogus.

      Not much to write down here, but you've gotta get down everything you can...
      Tags: milk, raw milk
      Categories
      Uncategorized
    9. Up in the sky in the arena, Olympian demigods holding back the cyborg elite

      by , 08-11-2011 at 07:19 PM (Exploring the Unconscious - Bob's Dream Journal)
      Last night was nothing too long nor vivid, just a small fragment.

      I remember being with my father, among others, in an arena lit by yellow sunlight. The arena was suspended in the clouds. It was very Olympian/Herculean/Greek-mythology-esque, complete with massive marble columns supporting the half-domed roof. We were fighting a high-technology battle against a horde a machine-like foes. I remember casting out a blanket of small, silvery heat-seeking missiles and perceiving them head-first as they engulfed one of the part-man, part-god, part-robot enemies in a small but thoroughly destructive rain of fire.

      That's about all I can pull out of my memory for this one, which is unfortunate because of how surreal the small scene that I can remember is. I love the concept of an ancient high-technology battle among lesser gods. (I wasn't told explicitly, but I'm almost certain that this was indeed an ancient battle, occurring during the glory days of ancient Greek legend).


      Circumstance:
      Chicken and tomatoes on the skillet before bed,
      2x krill oil
    10. Hemp for president.

      by , 08-10-2011 at 04:31 PM (Exploring the Unconscious - Bob's Dream Journal)
      All my dreams lately are directly inspired by something that happened that day... This time, I was looking at the ingredients in my Trader Joe's hemp protein powder with a lady friend a few hours before bed. Which caused the following malarkey to happen in my head:

      A farmer friend of mine, whose animal-raising facility was entirely indoors, suffered a crop failure that killed the plants with which he fed his livestock. He was distraught. I recommended that he started growing hemp indoors as feed, and reluctantly he agreed. He was convinced that the solution would be neither practical, long-term, nor cost effective. But I showed him wrong!

      We pulled out the dead plants that lined the rows of his animal enclosure, and replaced them with hemp. The animal enclosure soon became some sort of luscious hemp jungle. The animals, who were at first just as distraught as the farmer, came to life with joy. They loved the look and taste of hemp. They even started talking. (The animals were HUGE by the way, at one point it kind of freaked me out.) I even befriended a giant snake. Towards the end of the dream, I stayed late after the farmer left so that I could hang out with the giant snake and a giant pig friend I had made; but the farmer came on the overhead all-call and needed to know if anybody was still inside. Unfortunately I had to leave.


      In another small fragment, I remember being on one of my dad's old school campuses, either his High School or college, holding in my hand a picture of him when he was my age.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    11. Acrobatic butt-painting (the butts are doing the painting)

      by , 08-09-2011 at 04:44 PM (Exploring the Unconscious - Bob's Dream Journal)
      Inspired by 'America's Got Talent', one of my first dreams was about some wily buddies of mine doing an acrobatics stunt show. We were all in a matted red-floored arena. We were doing acrobatic butt-painting: not that we were painting butts, instead, we were painting WITH our butts.

      It went like this: buddy number one would dip his butt in paint, and then do this super diving board stunt that would launch him hundreds of feet into the air. On the way down, he'd smack his painted butt onto a canvas and make a big ol' paint smear. Everybody would start cheering. All things considered, it was very impressive and clearly required some highly exacted and specialized skill. Go him.


      Next thing I know, I'm in the mountains with my Dad, and we're hunting these cool birds that look like gray pigeon-parrots. I'm shooting a shotgun with dense rounds of bird shot. The gun is hard for me to handle at times, and at one point I get afraid of its weight and power in my hands and discharge it into the gray mist of the forest. Soon after, my Dad and I see one of the pigeon-parrots fly towards us with what seems to be a broken wing. We go to rescue it.

      While standing next to the pigeon-parrots, the scene morphs, and Father and I are on a truck in a small mountain road. Some guys in the car next to us ask about the way to Camp Chawanakee, an old Boy Scout camp I used to go to every Summer.
    12. Luminescent fairies within the head-crowns and the Atlantean War conspiracy; among others

      by , 08-08-2011 at 05:14 PM (Exploring the Unconscious - Bob's Dream Journal)
      These were my first decently vivid ones in a while... some weird shit, bro!

      So in one of these dreams, I was at some kind of theme/thrill park - but this park was in the forest, and everything was built out of old wood, and the paths were dirt. There was a "ride", or more like a tour, that I went on that involved walking around this old wooden enclosure that was extremely humid. I had some notebooks and back-to-college items with me, and everything was getting all wet and fucked up. It was making me so angry! There were these little Lilo-and-Stitch creatures too (in that they looked like Stitch... never seen the movie) that had these fleshy crowns on top of their heads. When I wasn't too busy trying to save my notebooks and getting soaked by the hot dripping air, I would look up at one of these guys and that fleshy crown would open up to reveal some kind of luminescent glowing fairy thing. Later on, me and another visitor had a great little chat about religion.

      In other new, I dreamed of going to war. Kind of. This section was wrapped around some kind of conspiracy theory... I THINK it went as follows, kind of: all that our military truly has access to is bows and arrows, and all this stuff we see about guns and tanks on the TV is just a big computer-generated lie, and our military hasn't had access to such technology since the Atlantean War in '92.

      Anyways... I was somehow armed with an automatic rifle despite this conspiracy, and was involved in a trench-style standoff between my unit and oncoming military. Who were also armed with rifles. The shooting was very video-game-like. With digital crosshairs and such. I took a few out with headshots and it was damn satisfying. Towards the end, there was kind of like a "boss level" where tons of enemy guys rushed at me. I wasn't scared because it had become far too much like a video game.

      There was also a segment that started out with Dad being angry at me and making me run laps. Don't remember what for. Eventually, that seamlessly morphed into some kind of scene in which I was atop a wooden tower with an annoying woman-friend of mine, while watching a riot/and/or/party burning on the street below us. Burning, like fire.

      Finally... a really disturbing dream slash nightmare managed to sneak in. It was inspired by my reading about the inefficacy of evil Chemotherapy before bed. (Something to look into, by the way: the FDA works to serve Big Pharma, not the individual: they have been systematically preventing the release of natural and effective cancer preventions and cures for at least the last decade-and-a-half: they profit off of keeping you sick, not curing you...)

      Moving on, in this dream I saw a bunch of old people thrown into this bare, concrete room as they underwent Chemotherapy and were subjected in their delirium to toxic drugs, pissing all over each other and dying slowly in this cold room, each one blindly hoping for a cure... God, I don't know if I want to go on. :/


      Circumstance:
      7.5 hrs sleep
      Hemp protein/rice-milk/tomato/avocado/Spirulina/Chlorella smoothie before bed
      Woke up around 6am to go to the bathroom, which gave me a good chance to review and commit to memory the first part of the nights dreams.

      Updated 08-08-2011 at 07:04 PM by 29285 (Added the 'Circumstance' footer)

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      Uncategorized
    13. Zombies borne from the Antarctic - thank the chickens

      by , 08-05-2011 at 10:56 PM (Exploring the Unconscious - Bob's Dream Journal)
      First online entry.

      I had a very long dream, probably in the 30-45 minutes before I woke up, about a zombie-like illness that originated from Antarctic chickens. (Well, a facility that was doing lab testing on chickens in the Antarctic). I remember being bunkered down at my post. If memory serves - it may not - I was at the base of a frozen, craggy mountain to my Southeast. Across the frozen expanse to my North was another mountain, much farther away. I may have felt responsible for the tragedy. Directly or indirectly. I don't really remember that for certain, but I do remember a feeling of dread, incompleteness, moral or emotional sickness. Quiet personal turmoil. Not that the idea of zombie apocalypse wouldn't haunt me, but it was more than that. Very psychological and very dark.

      Towards the closing moments of the dream, there was a fragment involving my mother and I trying to contain the infestation/sickness. Mom was putting a disease-ridden chicken back into a coop after it had escaped. Wherever we were wasn't frozen, it was grassy, but sparsely and still cold - like a tundra. Mom was trying to maintain that trademark care-free zest of hers', and seeing her trying to maintain composure at the brink, or the midst of an apocalypse only troubled me further.

      I was happy to wake up from this one. And happy that I was able to shrug it off, but oh shit did I have a sour taste in my mouth that morning. Figuratively.

      Circumstance:
      5.5 hours of sleep
      Krill oil, 1 capsule
      Chamomile tea (strong)
      Watched Conspiracy Theory with Jessie Ventura right before bed, the Plum Island Animal Disease Research Facility episode - was the source of inspiration for the dream, beyond a doubt.

      Updated 08-08-2011 at 07:05 PM by 29285

      Categories
      memorable , dream fragment