Nelzi's DJ

My recall has dropped to a new minimum, although I am consistent with my DJ. No dreams yesterday and last night gave only two small fragments from what I know were big dreams. At least I feel there is much more to them.

• Elite district: I'm in a housing complex. The houses are big and they have huge front yards with massive cars. It feels like some kind of elite district, where the educated and financially successful people live. I walk around and ask the people about their dreams. While they are generally polite, no one really seems amused or interested.
  
  There is a lot more, but all other details are foggy. Nevertheless, it shows me that thinking and talking about dreams is active in me, while I'm dreaming.
  
  
• Knife in dream-shoulder hurts: I'm in a small house with many small rooms. They are like small chambers, where the floor and the ceiling are made of wood. There are also wooden shelves. My mother is there at some point in the fragment.
  
  I'm with my brother. It feels like something bad has happened to either or both of us. I hurt him in the stomach and he slowly stabs a knife into my left shoulder. It hurts a lot, but I don't resist it, because I somehow feel like I deserve it. The whole thing makes me sad, I hug him, while he is lying injured (injured by me(?)) on the ground. I tell him that I love him and that I am really sorry.
  
  My brother was also in my DJ-entries from 2 and 4 nights ago. I have no clue what this means and where it comes from, but this one makes me think. This feels like a small fragment of a bigger dream (which perhaps spans several nights lol).

One dream about my brothers from when they were smaller (~3 years ago maybe) and one fragment about DV after WBTB:

• I am at my grandmother's house, sitting at the kitchen table. I haven't been around in a long while, possibly the longest while since I moved out from home. So I have this feeling that I am a rare and honored guest.
  
  The father side of my family (father, his wife and my small (half-)siblings) is coming for a visit, as they often do. They all go into the basement to look for me, except my two youngest brothers. I walk along the hall with the familiar tiles. I say hi to them, they look small and sweet, my grandmother sits on a couch right next to them. They don't look at me and act a bit shy, but I know this will pass quickly. It's been a while after all, I think.
  
  I carry the youngest to the big glass slide door leading to the terrace and I can see his reflection in the glass. His arms are soft and still a bit baby-like. He is wearing a sweater with black and white stripes, but no pants. I ask 'how old are you now?', while I'm guessing he is probably 2 right now. Suddenly my other brother (1 1/2 years younger than me) is there and he has to laugh at the whole situation. I ask him 'do you remember when we were so small?' and by thinking about that, I also have to laugh.
  
  Beautiful dream, thank you. Nothing odd or overwhelming, just natural. Vivid in tactile and visual experience. Definitely memorable for me personally.
  
  
• I dream about the DV-forum. There is so much to read. So much information from various sources. I browse the sections I find interesting or entertaining.
  
  The posts are somehow transferred live. I get the messages directly (by reading and telepathically), while they are written and created. I can literally watch a thread or a post while it is being formed. Some contributions are rather redundant, but others are interesting; there is a great variety. I stick to the messages of the members I trust.
  
  Can't remember any particular people, but I would not name names if I could anyways .
  
  Somehow they telepathically try to explain the mechanism of the forum. They show how posts and threads are formed around topics and they explain the best way to pose a question. They try to connect them with each other in the way it makes the most sense. They manually draw lines between posts and topics and they tie them together with bands. So there is a big and interconnected web of meaning and syntax forming in front of me.
  
  This came after WBTB. I know this is a small fragment of a big dream, but this is all I can recall from it. This fragment is the result of me reading a lot on DV the previous day. I like how my subconscious processes my daily actions and hands it back to me in a neat little picture story.

In all my recent dreams I am always so nice to people and they are nice to me. They are all pleasant dreams, the unpleasant ones are fortunately rare for me and I haven't had a nightmare since I was a child. But this night I was confronted with one of my recurring childhood nightmares, where I am in the role of a Jew during world war two in Germany, and I am always haunted by Nazis and the holocaust.

Three fragments followed by two dreams:

• I'm on my way from my grandmother's house to my mother's with 3 other guys. I go down through the garden into the valley. It's raining and I'm the only one with an umbrella, too bad for the others I think and enjoy my dry place beneath it.
  
  I want to cook some nice food when we arrive at my mother's apartment, so I ponder my appetites and imagine what would be nice to eat. Then, when we cross the small wooden bridge across the small river, there are three nice chicken filet frying on the right side. They have the same size as a human and look delicious and well spiced.
  
  Don't know who I was with. The environment was the real and well known environment between my grandmother's house and my mother's apartment. Had some chicken the previous day.
  
  
• I am in a courtyard of a big farmers house, there are many people. I have a really big bar of chocolate and I should share it with the others. Sharing is fine I think and I give half of the chocolate bar for sharing, while I selfishly enjoy the other delicious half myself.
  
  Sharing 50% is enough. Who can say no to chocolate.
  
  
• I am at a big harbor with much traffic on the water, many big passenger ships. I am on a big platform with many people, some are just walking, some are enjoying the view across the harbor, standing at a railing.
  
  I spot a young man who stands there with no shirt, so I ask him "aren't you cold? It's so windy", he says "it's all cool" and smiles.
  
  Then I see another guy, who looks just like one of my friends from behind and I tap him on the shoulder and hug him. Suddenly I realize that he is a stranger and not my friend. I apologize and feel sad, because I was happy to see my friend. The stranger is a bit confused, but takes it with a smile.
  
  Dunno...
  
  
• I'm in the city with two of my friends, there are big streets, much traffic and many traffic lights. As we intend to cross a street, the traffic light switches from green to yellow, but I think "no big deal, I can easily make it, I'm not gonna die from this!", so I keep going, while my friends stand still. I almost get hit by a car coming from the right, the brakes make a loud noise and scare me. There is a police station in front of me.
  
  Now I am about 50 m ahead of the two and as I turn around to look after them, they scream and yell at one driver. The car stops and the driver yells back, but that only gets the whole trouble started: The window of the passenger seat opens and a young Nazi with a handgun begins shooting at my friends, one of them has also a gun and begins shooting back. I hear some bullets hitting the car, I am really frightened now. The window from the backseat opens as well and another young Nazi begins shooting in all directions, including mine, with an assault rifle. I panic and run behind the nearest buildings. The Nazi gang leaves the car and begins hunting their 'usual group of targets', while they scream hateful Nazi phrases.
  
  I run across a big soccer field, where people are playing soccer and soft ball. They must not have realized the trouble, I calm myself with the fact that I saw a police station nearby. The field is big and I run as fast as I can, still frightened.
  
  I come to a house with 6 apartments, there are names on the doorbells and on one there is "[My name], the Jew sitter", so it must be my apartment I think. But the house scares me, there are all these hateful phrases on the walls, and the fact that I am labeled "Jew sitter", while there is a Nazi gang on the way freaks me out.
  
  So I hide behind the building on a small hill with an old and rotten train track. I calm down a bit. I see some homeless people and some junkies chilling on the train track a little further ahead. Then there is this ringing sound that comes when the railroad barriers are closing.
  
  When I woke up, I realized that the ringing sound was my phone moaning for power and I somehow incorporated that into the dream. The Nazi nightmares were haunting me when I was a child and had learned about all the cruelties from the holocaust. I guess back then I was so overwhelmed with how cruel humans could possibly be (and obviously I still am. I grew up in Germany, don't know if that's relevant, though).
  
  So here was an unscheduled WBTB, where I did some MILD exercises and imagined how the dream would be when I had been lucid. Also, I realized that I did not have the capacity to RC, when I saw the train track, which is one of my recurring dream signs. Maybe I should make Nazis to my dream sign, because they are fortunately only present in my dreams nowadays. Spotting them right away in the dream will give me the opportunity for a nice revenge
  
  
• I'm at a party at my university. Everyone is happy and the party is fun, I smoke a Joint with two of my friends, they get really high. Later they want to go outside, but I rather stay inside.
  
  I try to use a cash machine, but it refuses to give me any cash, because my card is broken. I meet a bald black guy who is waiting in the line to the cash machine and I start talking to him. He is very nice and we have fun together, so we decide to chill in the room next door. There is a table with big soft couches around it and there are some hot girls sitting there. As we sit down, the girls are gone and I wonder what I did wrong, but it doesn't affect our mood. The black guy shares his cigarette with me, it looks like a joint but he assures it is a cigarette.
  
  I go down a narrow staircase to the toilets after promising the black guy that I'll be back soon. I then find myself in a library with many people working and reading in small booths, it is big and confusing and I admit to myself that I have lost track of where I am. I somehow manage to get outside and try to get back to the party. There is a small field with a police car and I walk across the field towards the building. I meet one of my friends with whom I have smoked earlier that night. Strange thing is there are two of him. So I say "Hi [name of friend]" two times, once to each of them. I wonder why there are two times the same person and then I wake up.
  
  Confusing dream, but somehow cool and very vivid. I like WBTB, should do it more often, I think it is a nice tool for dreams in general. I have always had the impression that a small waking phase in the end of the sleep cycle improves dream vividness, even before learning about WBTB and LDing.

One night of short and uncomfortable sleep due to high temperature and brightness, one dream.

I am in a bar. The bartender says he will close in one hour. There are 3-4 men at the bar, drinking. The bar goes around the room and the people sit in the middle. I go to my stepfather and my brother and sit with them. I'm thinking I don't want to drink and the bartender has a taunting look at me. He then says he will close at 6 and points at an analog watch hanging above the bar, which shows 5:30.

Both my stepfather and I take out a half smoked joint from our pockets and I offer my lighter. He rather uses his own and we smoke, I think my brother may also have had a toke or two. I feel the cannabis effect coming on authentically.

Then my mother walks in with a half rotten but still half decorated Christmas tree and puts it in front of us and says something like 'what kind of nonsense do you guys have going again?', then she walks away. I see my mothers cat playing beneath the Christmas tree, a very relaxing and delightful sight.

It's astonishing what I can experience without finding it weird.

Hmm when is it called a fragment and when is it a full dream? I'd say when there is only one particular scene or situation then its a fragment, and if there is more I'll call it a dream. Here are 6 from last night, not sure if they are generally considered fragments or dreams. This is actually relevant for getting points in a DV-Academy competition that I'm currently in.

• I find myself on a big terrace on the first floor. It is made of concrete and there are concrete pillars all around it to hold the roof. There are ~10 people from my university, one is talking. He is very enthusiastic and he tells about his big and awesome plan and he shows a paper with notes. He explains that he created a treasure hunt with challenges on the way, but they are not easy. Everyone listens carefully and they ask questions about any hints. He promises that it will be very challenging but also very fun, and that the price is worth the effort.
  
  Never saw this place before. The guy who is talking is very quiet and not enthusiastic at all IWL.
  
  
• I drive on small paths through nature on a small tricycle for kids. It is very fast and requires almost no effort. It is fun and refreshing, the surroundings are densely overgrown with plants and small trees. I come to an open bedroom between some trees, my stepfather is sleeping in a bed and my sister is lying awake in another bed, the third one must be mine. As I lay down, I become aware that I'm not tired at all and I convince my stepfather and my sister to join me on a tricycle ride. At first they don't want to, but they enjoy it as soon as we get going.
  
  I like my subconscious idea about an open bedroom in nature. The situation must have been from a few years ago, because my sister was still a child in the dream, while she is older IWL.
  
  
• I am with a guy from my secondary school. We are at some kind of meeting and we have to present something. The projector is directed onto a small family house, so that the wall becomes the screen. There is a lot of text projected on the wall and my friend tries to correct the position of the text so that it is readable and does not overlap with the windows of the house. The content of the text seems irrelevant, it is all about the position and layout. So my friend talks while editing the text. Finally it is all arranged and readable for everyone, the text is concentrated on the outer wooden balks of the house and between the windows.
  Suddenly the projector swings around and makes all neighboring houses to one big screen. Now there is weird text projected on their walls, containing nonsensical and even insulting phrases.
  
  Haven't seen that guy for some years and suddenly we make a presentation on a house wall. Dream world, you can be very inventive...
  
  
• I am working in a big warehouse. I have a cigarette pause outside behind the warehouse and as I go back inside, I see all my stuff from my pockets lying on the ground. There is chewing gum, my phone, my wallet and my keys. I wonder how it came to lie there, but I don't worry about it and just pick it up again. Then I see one of my colleagues coming towards me and I hold the door for him. He seems to be in a very good mood and then he asks 'hey, have you ever called an ambulance?'. I say 'yes, why?' and he says 'hey you gotta try it, please call an ambulance now, just for the fun of it!', he smiles. I find it is a very stupid idea and I explain that I don't want to and I try to convince him that he shouldn't do it either. His mood drops as he realizes that there is nothing funny about it.
  I am in a little room, right beside the big hall of the warehouse. There are several black garbage bins. As I open the lids, I see that they are all sealed with an extra wooden lid, which cannot be opened.
  
  I used to have a job in the warehouse four years ago and have not been there since then. So this situation must be from some years in the past, but it didn't seem nonsensical for my dream logic at all. I guess time works differently in dreams and they can span many years into the past and are not particularly bound to the current life situation.
  
  
• There is a big footrace. Many people I know are around, they are from all kinds of friend groups and cliques I know, all mixed up. I want to participate in the race and I try to convince all the others to join me. Most of them don't really want to, but some of them are already among the runners and the race starts. I say screw it and begin to run after them, even though they already have a head start. I run past some friends who don't want to participate and I show them my middle finger while smiling. The route has many small curves and is wound around small flower beds. At one point it goes like an 8-shape, and the runners paths cross each other. When I come to the crossing point, I almost crash frontally and with full speed into one of my friends. We go aside the running track and laugh about it, 'imagine if we had really run into each other'. We laugh so hard that we can barely breathe. Then we slowly start running after the others again, while still laughing.
  
  Hmm many dreams about running recently... Maybe I should do more of it? Maybe it can become a dream sign?
  
  
• I sit at a table in a small room together with 5 other people. I know the guy to the right of me, he is a friend, but I have never seen the others. It is some kind of secret club or organisation and apparently I'm the new one. My dream memory tells me that I have been in the rival group previously, but that I am happy to be in this one now. We drink beer and wait for the 'leader'. As he arrives, he welcomes us all and gives free beer for everyone. I take a sip of it, but then one of the others whispers that we should wait with that a bit. Then my bottle falls to the ground by my friends accident, the others look irritated at us. The 'leader' explains something on a blackboard. Suddenly I see a flash of lightning on the blackboard, it is more like a chalk drawing of lightning, but it is dynamical like a normal lightning bolt. I try to explain to the others what I just saw and they smile, saying 'yeah, you will see more awesome things like that from here on!'
  
  Dunno what to say about this one. Well, didn't see that one coming at least.

My dream recall is quite good now, considering that I had zero recall of any dreams only a couple of months ago. Quitting regular cannabis consumption does indeed enrich the dream world very much. I'm still lacking a suitable LD induction technique, but I'm working on that.

3 fragments

• Someone wants me to perform a task with colors. I have to paint and connect colors on an infinite plane in such a way, that a colored region may only touch another color, when it is also the neighboring color on the rainbow. The task seems exciting to me and it is very fun as I begin with it.
  
  I wasn't even present with my body, there was just an infinite plane and I somehow controlled the colors with my imagination. Weird and unrealistic, but vivid colors.
  
  
• I sit at the dinner table at my grandmothers house. All the chairs are occupied by some of my family. There is dinner in all sorts and varieties and every square-cm of the table is used. I ask my brother if he can hand the butter and he does.
  
  Nothing unusual to tell me whether it was a dream, might as well be a memory.
  
  
• I am running in a big forest north of Copenhagen. It is mostly untouched nature, the treetops are grown densely together and are light green as the sun shines on them. It is a huge forest with many paths and there are many people taking a walk. I run fast and effortless, it is very pleasant. There is a big lake and there is a wide and wooden bridge across it. It is not so high, so it feels as if I am running on the lake, the bridge is ~150 m long and many people use it. It is an awesome and sunny day. At the end of the bridge there is a railing and I jump on it and slide on it for the last ~30 m, it is fun and even more effortless than running and the people look amazed, when I slide past them. The path to the left leads deeper into the forest, but I choose the path to the right, which goes across small fields along the water. I outrun the other runners easily. There are steep hills on the way, some of them have to be climbed. A female friend of mine (suddenly she's there) takes the lead and she climbs ahead and I have a great view on her round ass.
  
  Vivid dream, the surrounding forest and people were all so alive. I loved running so fast and easy.