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    1. Corrupted police working with the yakuza

      by , 05-11-2018 at 11:08 PM
      In this dream there were a lot of flashback type moments and fake memories, and I wasn't always sure whether I was in a flashback or a current timeline in the dream, so it is hard to write in chronological order.

      I was working as a detective with the police in an american city that I didn't recognize. My partner was a man that you might think of as the stereotypical cop, big muscles, slightly overweight, very serious about his job. We worked out of a station on a new york-esque street and we each worked in the front of the building. The room was horizontal parallel with the street and had glass windows covering the entire wall kind of like you would see in a downtown clothing store. As we were looking over cases on the computers my partner got a call for us to check out the crime scene of a homicide. We immediately got up and left for the scene. It was raining hard and it was already dark outside. I got in the passenger seat of the car and we talked about the call as we drove out of the city and into the countryside. I got a call from a friend who apparently ran a crime organization or something, I think she was a weapons dealer or something like that. She told me that the cops were in coalition with the yakuza again. She said "aren't you glad that you joined that corrupt organization?"

      Then there was a flashback type event where I remembered a point before I became a detective. I remembered the yakuza in the city controlling the streets and the police looked the other way. The robbers and murderers from their organization always "got away" because no one did anything about it. I remember vaguely someone getting stabbed in an alleyway.

      Apparently this was in the past, the connection was eventually uncovered, and the corruption was supposedly purged.

      As we were driving we got a call from the chief of police saying there was a criminal organization compound discovered and there all units were to report for an immediate raid of the compound with "assistance". I knew the deal behind it, that it was my friend's place and the yakuza were raiding it, but I didn't say anything to my partner.

      My memory is a little vague for a while but when we got there it was in the middle of a almost canyon like place, and down into a big (maybe 30m wide) hole in the ground with water at the bottom (maybe a spring?) there was a walkway into a big metal door in the rock on the side of the hole.

      I must have snuck away from the pack of police and yakuza gathering at some point, because I was on the other side of the hole spying what was going on hiding on the branches of a dead tree. No one seemed to notice me even though thinking back I should have been plainly visible in the situation as it was morning now and light out. The police stayed on the high ground to apprehend any escapees, and the yakuza entered the compound. I figured that even though my friend was a criminal, the right thing to do would be to help her and her gang, since the yakuza would probably kill or torture them. After the yakuza had all stormed inside I ran in through the front doors. At first I tried to be stealthy but in the narrow steel hallways I was soon found and I started sprinting through the hallway which occasionally had sets of stairs going up.

      The group that saw me first were unable to catch me as I ran deeper into the compound. When I ran into another group of yakuza on the next set of stairs I beat one to the ground, and then I grabbed another guy and threw him into two yakuza girls to keep them from following me as I ran up the stairs. (As I was in complete police uniform I had a holstered gun but I don't recall ever using it).

      When I got to the next group one guy had a katana and tried to fight me with it but I was able to take it out of his hands and knock him out with a punch to the jaw. I kept fighting but my dream ended there.

      This was a violent dream, wow . I wonder what happened to my friend?
      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    2. Had Some vivid dreams.

      by , 05-11-2018 at 07:39 PM (MoSh's DJ: The Best Dream Journal in The Universe.)
      Finally had some vivid dreams this morning!

      High school

      Had a dream i was outside a high school after it ended. I was in an outdoor lunch area with V a co-worker. We were saying, "See you later.". I gave a high five for some reason.

      House sleep over

      Dreamed I was at V's house having a sleep over or something. I remember a secret room blocked by a bunch of boxes. I found i could jump easily up the boxes and landed in the secret room where there was a TV and a little bed. I liked this place so I kept jumping up the wall of boxes and knocking a few over. I was talking with V a few times in between jumping.

      Fast forward to next day I was on a shrubbery hill with a path leading through it. Was walking with some people and came to a wire fenced gate. The person I was walking with said this was my test: I was supposed to prevent people from their rival gang from crossing the gate. They said a few swear words at people coming up to the fence.

      I saw a bigger woman coming to the fence with a bunch of people behind her. I got ready to hold her off by oushing against the gate. There were too many people pushing and I gave up and let them through. The original people I was walking with looked pissed off, but the rival gang accepted me.

      Transitioned to the gang leaders house. He shook my hand and thanked me for joining his gang? And said he didn't know me but knew a lot of ladies said I was sexy? I was like, "what??? hell no! I made out with a fat girl once." or something. I had no idea what he was talking about.

      We wound up at a casino with a high ceiling. I discovered i could fly.... So I started dog paddling around the air when I woke up.
      Tags: flying., val
      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    3. Dream - A Familiar Dream Character

      by , 05-11-2018 at 02:11 PM
      Date of Dream: FRI 11 MAY - 2018



      Dream No. 328 - A Familiar Dream Character

      I don't remember much of this dream. From what I can remember, I was flying towards the area of Knox shopping centre. Just before the entrance to the entertainment and dining precinct, I see a sign with a text and a logo of “Bentley Tech” on it. Apparently there was shop called Bentley Tech at Knox and I actually saw the building in one of the shopping strips. As I was flying down the road of the entrance, there was a random female dream character there who was claiming to be DawnEye11. I projected my voice to reach her in the distance, “hello, DawnEyeEleven!”, that's all I can remember about this dream.



      Dream Tasks

      - Have Logan receive harsh penalties from Dreamy WB due to reckless social behaviours (Achieved? No)
      - Investigate where my SML postage has gone (Achieved? No)
      - Reach the Gyeongbokgung Palace (Achieved? No)



      Dream 328: Results (Competition #3)
      Competition Night: 10
      Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
      Dream Guide: None
      Emergency Team: None
      Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



      Points For This Entry: 3.5
      Calculation Details:
      - Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5)
      - 3-Day Recall Chain (3.0)

      + Previous Total: 77.0
      Total Accumulated Points: 80.5

      Updated 05-12-2018 at 12:34 PM by 93119

      Categories
      non-lucid
    4. 11/05/18

      by , 05-11-2018 at 11:44 AM (Floatinghead's dream adventures)
      11/05/18
      Dream comic
      I have gone to see my friend Stevie, , but he is not at home and I am having to stand around awkwardly with his mom as I wait for my next train back home to come. So I excuse myself to go to the bathroom and go upstairs and then nose around in Stevie's room to see if he has anything decent to read while I am waiting. His room is dark and it is difficult to see, it is a real mess though, lots of junk and toys and books all over the floor, and I accidentally step on a glass of water and knock it over breaking it. Damn. I then reach over at a comic book - a nice thick book, called 'dream adventures' written by John Lydon (although I don't think it is the same John Lydon punk legend) flicking through the book I see lots of familiar sights, like watching the ready player one movie there are lots of pop culture characters that the dreamer turns into in his adventures. At the beginning of the book there is a section (still in comic form) about rules of combat on the dream plain, this part refers to #hukif Hukif directly, because I think he wrote it. It's a double page spread and is called 'no weasels' in combat allowed. It then goes on to explain what a weasel is in the form of Indiana Jones fighting multiple foes and getting overwhelmed.
      A 'weasel' apparently is when two fighters starts to replicate themselves as a way of fighting, which in itself is fine, but when they replicate themselves to the extent that the dreamer cannot control every version that they have made, or every DC, and these versions/replications just turn into mindless zombies wandering around and overpopulating the battlefield, kind of 'bugging' the dream out. These mindless replications are then known as 'weasels' . I head back downstairs after putting the book down, but then think, it's a long journey home and I am sure Stevie wouldn't mind me borrowing this for a bit, so I go back into his bedroom and I accidentally smash yet another glass of water on the floor, now there are two glasses smashed on the floor, and I try to pick bits up but it is useless - what a mess!
      Morgan Freeman sings
      Morgan Freeman, the king of the spoken word, well the sound of it in anycase, decides to bring an album out and everybody declares it the best singing ever ha ha
      Basement again
      I'm working on a fallout piece for a job, and I am just SO bored, so I decide to take the afternoon off. I decide to go with my wife to the beach with the kids, and we start to walk down the road but I feel strange. My wife asks me if I fed the rabbit, and I really can't be bothered with any of this, but no, I didn't, so I go head back toward the house and I am feeling really dizzy. I do a RC, because damn I must be dreaming, but no, RC checks out (nose pinch) but I am so sure, so I do another RC nose pinch, but no, NOT dreaming, I can't breath through the nostrils so I am not dreaming. Damn, why do I feel so funky? SO I go to the basement with my daughter, which is now huge, and seems to go on forever, and go through all of the crap we have there looking for the Rabbit food - but I can't see it. Then my daughter finds some stairs and says perhaps it could be up there? another secret passageway that I had not seen before. Urgh, I think to myself, is there any point? I know that won't be there when I wake up, its just another one of those hidden rooms I keep dreaming of! (although for some reason this doesn't make me lucid?) but my daughter persists so I go up the steps with her, it goes up a long way, must be in the walls of the house or something going up to the attic, and we finally reach an ominous red door, and inside is a large room. But I can't recall what else, or I woke up
      Categories
      memorable
    5. South American or Not

      by , 05-11-2018 at 09:00 AM
      Morning of May 9, 2018. Wednesday.



      In my dream, I am living back on Barolin Street, but there is not much else regarding conscious self identity. In fact, there is uncertainty over the country the setting is implied to be in, though I should assume Australia even though the police sound and act American. There is more of an open area and a larger side yard on the south side of the house.

      The typical preconscious modulation kicks in and it is an unfamiliar male of about thirty. Curiously, in this case, I am outside the porch rather than on it or in the house. I jab him just below the sternum with a stick (or possibly the handle of a broom) and it seems to go all the way through his body and out his back. Still, I am uncertain of whether or not I killed him. Even so, I stay outside while he apparently falls back into the porch. This of course causes a shift in unconsciousness, though my dream continues.

      When I am in the side yard, three police officers arrive. I first think I may go to prison, though it is never determined if the man had actually died or not. Suddenly, there are several unknown members of the public sitting around at picnic tables.

      There are two male police officers and one female officer, all unfamiliar. The two male officers start to be cheerfully condescending of me being South American (even though I am not). To my left, they dance happily around while a mix of music plays, which seems an ambiguous combination of Mexican Mariachi, Bolivian, and Andean. They are greatly enjoying themselves and dance around smiling at me but seem to be patronizing me with their tomfoolery. I am not sure how to respond and I remain sitting at the picnic table. One of them puts on a poncho and talks cheerfully about me, additionally asking me how I like living in South America. I do not say much.

      Finally, in the last scene, the female officer talks happily to me. Apparently, I will not be getting into any trouble at all even though I suspect I killed the intruder. I am vaguely aware of manipulating the RAS mediation (as is often the case), actually feeling the change over time, though I have no actual lucidity (thus, this is the common transition of liminal dream control experienced since earliest memory), and that the RAS personification had gone in my favor without its modulation. I feel good about the waking transition, though my conscious self identity does not fully kick in until I am awake.


      Categories
      non-lucid
    6. False Replica Reflections

      by , 05-11-2018 at 08:03 AM
      so this is a dream theory that when one perceives there imagery In dreams and reflects lights in the darkness of seeing human and conscious awareness in dream thinking demons angels monsters are all your subconscious creations so when dreaming in nightmare in ld its your mind trying to fathom how you perceive your own after life in a game played when your eyes are closed so when closing your eyes and meeting dream characters and having view and conversation when sleeping being that your mind makes a deep desire to replicate and create images in your own being and waking life seeing images and reflection of the scary monster the most ruthless demons the most exotic angels and having conversation with other human dreamers in a sense of imagery your mind wakes up in a dream a you seeing other images that aren't your image sometimes I'm not sure if someone has just a standing in a mirror point of view of seeing their lives unfold so when your mind contracts the darkness to reflect the light you make up being in the darkness in moments notice while trying to wake for daily activities in your own pre-set mind games and conscious fathoming
    7. Some sort of Cleaning Demonstration

      by , 05-11-2018 at 06:36 AM
      Morning of May 11, 2018. Friday.



      There is some sort of situation where an unknown older woman is at our house and demonstrating how an unrecognized cleaning machine works. She is apparently going to sell it. The house is unfamiliar but seems to be implied to have a facet of the Loomis Street house, though mostly unrecognizable as such. The machine looks somewhat like a large floor polisher but also seems to serve as a vacuum cleaner at the same time.

      As she goes from a room into another room, I go in to see the condition of the floor. The “floor” at this point is actually loose dirt. I go over to check a bookcase and see that the bottom shelf is slightly blocked off by the height of the dirt floor. I reach down and I am able to take out a book on art. I consider that the floor can be evened out later.

      I am then sitting in bed looking at the art book. There is conversation regarding the woman, who is talking to Zsuzsanna, having two of these machines and something about taking one back or both back and later returning with the one we are buying. I am unsure of the cost. One is secondhand and one is new.

      The woman looks at my book and me and starts to make negative inferences about people who use paper or have books. This annoys me, so I make an indirect reference that implies that I think she is crazy. I make a comment about “deranged” people who are against people having books, though implying other people that I have heard this about. This makes her angry. I then say, “What about all the people who still get newspapers?” I get the impression that she thinks it is okay to get newspapers (though I remain uncertain) but not okay to have books (possibly because newspapers are recycled). The argument is not that dramatic and is not really like an argument at all. I have my book open to three photographs, one on one page, two on the other. They feature engraved images from Greece, including a light coppery one of Perseus.

      There is another unknown person; a male; who may be living in the same house as the woman, who apparently lives directly across the street and stands near the front door for a short time. I get the idea that the woman will be difficult to live in the same neighborhood with and I do not fully trust her concerning the sale of the machine, though I remain mostly cheerful.



      This dream had a vague and ill-defined thread of either prescience or picking up on something around the time it was happening (with no way of me consciously knowing). In real life this morning, an unusual older woman had two mattresses and there was something about taking back a new mattress and leaving the old one in Zsuzsanna’s sister’s house. So although there was a hint of prescience or remote viewing (as is often the case) it was not correctly defined in this case.

      There is an aspect of liminal dream control here, as not getting annoyed enough with the RAS modulation (the unknown woman seemingly disapproving of me) did not trigger waking and my dream was extended for perhaps ten minutes, even with the implication of picking out a book to initiate eventual consciousness, though in this case, it was an art book of which I did not see much writing. The dirt floor being higher than the bottom area of the book shelf along one wall correlates with the depth of REM sleep. The cleaning event is common and relates to the glymphatic system, of which is more active in sleeping and dreaming. The unknown male near the front door did not trigger preconscious modulation as it often does, probably because I was already in a bed (liminal awareness of being in the dream state).


      Categories
      non-lucid
    8. 5/10/2018

      by , 05-11-2018 at 05:22 AM
      Fragment: Something about the breezeway at my high school, the color green, and my sophomore year English teacher trying to give me advice.
      Categories
      dream fragment
    9. Scary engine room

      by
      gab
      , 05-11-2018 at 02:45 AM (Turquoise Dreams)
      I'm in this huge, vestibule like room. Tiles, glass, walls. In the left corner are stairs downstairs to the engine room. There are sounds and sparks of fire coming out of there. Something is breaking down. It's at night and I'm a night manager? Alone in that place. I'm suppose to keep the place running. I'm so scared to go down there, but I ran to the stairs, because of my strong sense of duty. Somewhere in the back of my mind is a nagging question "why am I here all alone' ?
      Categories
      non-lucid
    10. Log 1107 - Fork in the Streams

      by , 05-11-2018 at 02:02 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Created Thursday 10 May 2018

      Got a very long dream to note, a brief moment of which was a DILD. There's also some scraps.
      Spoiler for Not gonna lie, it's a wall of text:

      Updated 05-11-2018 at 03:38 AM by 89930

      Categories
      memorable , dream fragment , lucid , non-lucid