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    1. Interdimensional Bathhouse; Music Box #5

      by , 11-12-2018 at 03:15 AM (The Fourth Factor)
      I’m in what seems to be a bathhouse—a basic, no-frills rectangular room with a concrete floor, on the large side, with a number of small pools and folding screens that can be moved around. Although the setting also seemed shifty and indefinite in a more basic way—a “I had this dream early in the night” kind of way.

      Weird things are constantly happening there, strange figures materializing and disappearing again in a sort of timeless convergence - it almost seems like there's nothing outside of this place, even though in one sense I arrived here at a definite point of time - but nobody else seems aware of it. But this is normal: I hadn’t been able to see them once, but I had been through a long process—all of it, every stage. I go over it in memory: some parts of it had been unpleasant or even frightening, but there’s nothing frightening about it now that I can see the whole of it instead of just pieces. It’s familiar—it even feels like home somehow.

      I seem to have come here with two young women, and at some point—it’s very difficult to say what order things happened in in this dream—I say to one that this is a special place, that you can feel it in the atmosphere. I’m curious if she can feel it too, on some level. At some other point, perhaps earlier or perhaps later, one asks me if there’s anyone here I’m interested in romantically. I say that there is one person, but I’ve only spoken to him a couple times. And he hasn’t shown up here for a couple hundred years now—but I feel it’s best not to mention that.

      Also, at one point, one of them is arranging stuff around a pool we're going to use. There isn't enough space for two people to do it without getting in each other's way, but I don't want to just sit there, so I clean up some of the central area at the same time.

      Later on, towards morning, I have another dream. I’m now in a large house with my bouzouki instructor for a lesson. I have the impression that it’s not his house or mine—that he’s an employee here. There are interruptions to our lesson—we have to temporarily leave the house at one point and go somewhere else in a car.

      But we do make it back inside eventually, and he tells me to go get something. He gives me directions to the room and tells me to get #5, indicating approximately where in the room I’ll be able to find it.

      It’s only a few rooms away, and I make it there without difficulty. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call this house a mansion, but the room I now find myself in wouldn’t be out of place in a palace. It’s richly decorated, 18th-century style, in blue and silver. There’s another doorway on the other end, and one of the longer walls, to my left, is covered with shelves, all of which are lined with ornate silver music boxes. They’re all individually numbered, and #5 is one of the farthest to the left, about mid-way up.

      It occurs to me that people who decorate rooms like this usually don’t like other people coming in and messing with them. But, at the same time, this place has the look of an archive. It will probably be OK, then. I take the music box off the shelf. It has its number and what seems to be some notes about it carved onto the top in a rather messy handwriting.

      I open it there—but unfortunately, I can’t really remember what happened then, although the dream kept going. Before carrying it back, I notice what looks like a bone flute lying on the floor, the only thing out of place here. Perhaps a child was playing with it and left it there, I think.

      (8.11.18)
    2. lucidbunnie's dream

      by , 11-12-2018 at 12:44 AM
      I am puttinf lucidbunnie's dream
      in my dj so I can always find it
      I add ⚘ where lucidbunnie separated paragraghs
      Because I always format paragraphs to the my almost illiterste 5/6 year old can follow
      (I havr DID there are three of me)

      ⚘Creating alternate timelines...⚘


      Hi there,

      Has anyone of you experimented with time manipulation? Like changing any past events? Please share your experiences.*

      I had an experience today that I felt like sharing. I have been pretty down with the anniversary of my SO, Kana, passing away come and gone. I have one of my emotional breakdowns and cry myself to sleep. Pretty common for me when I'm out of my antidepressants. I had this dream:*

      Alternate Timeline (time-dilated dream).
      I'm not sure what to make of it.



      lucidbunnie

      Alternate Timeline (time-dilated dream)

      1 Comment*

      by*

      lucidbunnie

      *, Today at 07:55 (40 Views)

      Note: For Privacy reasons, I will leave out
      the dates and some of the details.

      I find myself in an unusual world, it felt surreal,
      but I'm not a stranger to this kind of experiences.
      I didn't have a body.
      I was a floating point of consciousness.
      It seemed everything was made up of
      pieces of reflections.
      It's hard to explain.

      I ask my guide where I was
      and I hear her voice in my mind -

      "The Fractal World"

      and she explains it interconnects different realities.

      I was fully lucid all this time.
      I decide to go into the past and try to save Kana.
      I didn't focus on a time,
      I just wanted to be taken to a time
      that will ideally help me save her.
      One of the fractals pulsates.
      I go towards it
      and all of a sudden
      the world collapses and I wake up in my bed.



      I was groggy.
      I do a reality check half-heartedly
      and confirm it's not a dream.
      I look around sleepily and
      was surprised to see I was in my old bedroom,
      the one I shared with Kana.

      I look to my side and she was lying there awake
      looking at me curiously.

      I become wide awake.

      She looked so frail.
      I grab the phone and look the day,
      it was the day she was taken to Casualty (ER)!
      I try all possible reality checks multiple times
      and none of it shows I'm dreaming.

      I have had time-dilated dreams that are so realistic that reality checks become unreliable.



      Kana says weakly that it's not a dream.

      She says that when she finds me doing reality checks repeatedly. I feel her temperature and she was chillingly cold as if there was no life left in her... exactly like it was that day.

      I didn't care if it was a dream or not at this point.
      I am not going to let it happen again.
      I insist we go to ER right away
      and this time we go to*another*hospital.
      The hospital we were going didn't have our best interests.

      Something I didn't know back then.
      I had my own health problems
      leaving me sort of crippled,
      but I fought through it despite the pain.



      The hospital we were going to were unprepared to treat her from day 1, so instead of letting her survive and seek treatment elsewhere, they kept making her go for tests day after day without telling us what's up.

      It only became clear after she passed away that they were unprepared to treat her condition. So, essentially they were milking us of any money we had until she died instead of letting us go get treated elsewhere.

      They even refused to admit her in a room saying they were full.

      It came up later that they didn't admit her because they couldn't treat her.

      It was easier for them to have her die outside their hospital.

      So, long story short, not only did they not save her, they made her suffer a lot by having her do the same expensive tests over and over.

      However, what actually killed her was not her condition... it was septic shock from a procedure they did without anesthesia in ICU without consulting anyone or asking for Kana's own consent.

      Not only it was traumatic for her to endure the pain with no sedatives, the area got infected from contaminated equipment leading to all her organs shutting down.

      They didn't even do resuscitation when she flatlined a day later the proedure saying there was little they could do even if they revived her.

      She managed to hang on for around 1 day after the procedure saying she doesn't think she's going to make it but didn't want to leave without talking to me.

      That night, they didn't let me stay beside her holding her hand as she wanted.

      They said they don't allow "visitors" after visiting hours.

      Next time I was called in it was to let me know she has passed away.

      During her last moments, we had given her tests and scans to another bigger hospital which was quite a bit farther away. They said they were well-equipped to treat her, but now it's too dangerous to move her because her body was shutting down from septic shock.

      They were furious why we didn't bring her there before the procedure with contaminated equipment. It was still safe to move her before they did that precedure which pretty much sealed her fate.


      So,

      in this dream reality, I wanted to make a difference.

      I knew how it'll play out if we go into the same hospital.

      There is still a chance to save her if she doesn't get contaminated.

      I try to get Kana up from bed, she had no energy. She says she was too weak to go anywhere. I ask her to do it for me and she gives in.

      I manage to take her to the big hospital. I'll skip over the details. Few days pass. The flow of time was realistic. She was under treatment. She was in ICU for a day but got her own room when she was ready. She had some surgical procedures to treat her actual condition. The day she passed away comes and goes and she was still alive! I did reality checks every chance I got...

      it was still not a dream.

      I was happy, was I stuck in a reality where Kana survives? I was overjoyed. I go back to her room and tell her about this other reality where she doesn't make it. I give her a long hug and sit down beside her. She holds my hand tightly.



      Kana: "I'm sorry..."

      I look at her confused as tears fill up her eyes. The world around me distorts into fractals and I "wake up" in this reality, 3 years in the future, back in a world without Kana. I don't know what to make of it. Was it just a "dream" or did I experience a parellel reality where she survives?



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      Tags:*astral,*fractal world,*hospital,*kana,*lucid,*nightmare,*time dilation,*time travel

      Categorieslucid*,*nightmare*,*false awakening*,*memorable

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      LighrkVader*-*Today*13:04

      *|**Reply by LighrkVader

      That is completely mind blowing. I don't really know what to say. I hope you're ok.
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    3. Alternate Timeline (time-dilated dream)

      by , 11-11-2018 at 04:55 PM
      Note: For Privacy reasons, I will leave out the dates and some of the details.

      I find myself in an unusual world, it felt surreal, but I'm not a stranger to this kind of experiences. I didn't have a body. I was a floating point of consciousness. It seemed everything was made up of pieces of reflections. It's hard to explain. I ask my guide where I was and I hear her voice in my mind - "The Fractal World" and she explains it interconnects different realities. I was fully lucid all this time. I decide to go into the past and try to save Kana. I didn't focus on a time, I just wanted to be taken to a time that will ideally help me save her. One of the fractals pulsates. I go towards it and all of a sudden the world collapses and I wake up in my bed.



      I was groggy. I do a reality check half-heartedly and confirm it's not a dream. I look around sleepily and was surprised to see I was in my old bedroom, the one I shared with Kana. I look to my side and she was lying there awake looking at me curiously. I become wide awake. She looked so frail. I grab the phone and look the day, it was the day she was taken to Casualty (ER)! I try all possible reality checks multiple times and none of it shows I'm dreaming. I have had time-dilated dreams that are so realistic that reality checks become unreliable.

      Kana says weakly that it's not a dream. She says that when she finds me doing reality checks repeatedly. I feel her temperature and she was chillingly cold as if there was no life left in her... exactly like it was that day. I didn't care if it was a dream or not at this point. I am not going to let it happen again. I insist we go to ER right away and this time we go to another hospital. The hospital we were going didn't have our best interests. Something I didn't know back then. I had my own health problems leaving me sort of crippled, but I fought through it despite the pain.

      The hospital we were going to were unprepared to treat her from day 1, so instead of letting her survive and seek treatment elsewhere, they kept making her go for tests day after day without telling us what's up. It only became clear after she passed away that they were unprepared to treat her condition. So, essentially they were milking us of any money we had until she died instead of letting us go get treated elsewhere. They even refused to admit her in a room saying they were full. It came up later that they didn't admit her because they couldn't treat her. It was easier for them to have her die outside their hospital. So, long story short, not only did they not save her, they made her suffer a lot by having her do the same expensive tests over and over. However, what actually killed her was not her condition... it was septic shock from a procedure they did without anesthesia in ICU without consulting anyone or asking for Kana's own consent. Not only it was traumatic for her to endure the pain with no sedatives, the area got infected from contaminated equipment leading to all her organs shutting down. They didn't even do resuscitation when she flatlined a day later the proedure saying there was little they could do even if they revived her. She managed to hang on for around 1 day after the procedure saying she doesn't think she's going to make it but didn't want to leave without talking to me. That night, they didn't let me stay beside her holding her hand as she wanted. They said they don't allow "visitors" after visiting hours. Next time I was called in it was to let me know she has passed away. During her last moments, we had given her tests and scans to another bigger hospital which was quite a bit farther away. They said they were well-equipped to treat her, but now it's too dangerous to move her because her body was shutting down from septic shock. They were furious why we didn't bring her there before the procedure with contaminated equipment. It was still safe to move her before they did that precedure which pretty much sealed her fate.

      So, in this dream reality, I wanted to make a difference. I knew how it'll play out if we go into the same hospital. There is still a chance to save her if she doesn't get contaminated. I try to get Kana up from bed, she had no energy. She says she was too weak to go anywhere. I ask her to do it for me and she gives in. I manage to take her to the big hospital. I'll skip over the details. Few days pass. The flow of time was realistic. She was under treatment. She was in ICU for a day but got her own room when she was ready. She had some surgical procedures to treat her actual condition. The day she passed away comes and goes and she was still alive! I did reality checks every chance I got... it was still not a dream. I was happy, was I stuck in a reality where Kana survives? I was overjoyed. I go back to her room and tell her about this other reality where she doesn't make it. I give her a long hug and sit down beside her. She holds my hand tightly.

      Kana: "I'm sorry..."

      I look at her confused as tears fill up her eyes. The world around me distorts into fractals and I "wake up" in this reality, 3 years in the future, back in a world without Kana. I don't know what to make of it. Was it just a "dream" or did I experience a parellel reality where she survives?

      Updated 11-12-2018 at 06:00 AM by 68908

      Categories
      lucid , nightmare , false awakening , memorable
    4. Log 1291 - Moody Underground Run

      by , 11-11-2018 at 01:08 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Created Saturday 10 November 2018

      Got a FA/WILD/DEILD loop to note, along with some scraps.

      Scrap Group 1
      Various false awakenings, most in unfamiliar settings. One had a little girl huddling to me, like a scared daughter running to her parents' bedroom. I had no idea what to do. Another included a room with a small window behind me, the light of early dawn peeking in.

      Several brief DEILD transitions and lucid FA, each of which collapsed when I tried to move, and transitioned with one or two minutes of waking between them.

      Blind DEILD transition in bed. I rub my hands. In fact, I rubbed them so vigorously, that my palms burst into flames. The conflagration spread quickly, bright orange light flickering through my eyelids. Hurt like hell, but I somehow remained calm. Even so, I woke up a minute later.

      DEILD transition in bed. After some concentration, I summon my guide, E beside me. Fun ensued... ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) The dream eventually collapsed. DEILD transition two minutes after.


      Dream 1 - Moody Underground Run

      Blind LD transition in bed. I reach beside me, and, as expected, felt that my guide was already there, if completely nude. I seized her, then pulled us both through the mattress and into the Void. With the visuals now faint, I noted the startled expression on her face. I tried imagining a more scenic view, a forest under an aurora, but that didn't seem to happen.

      After seating E on my shoulders, I opted to simply run off to find such a destination. In time, an underground environment formed around me, a structure made of ruined concrete. My guide suddenly began panting heavily. Reckoned she was tired, despite me doing all the running for her. But as I looked up from the floor, I noticed rows figures around me, all females in bed robes, each suspended lifelessly in the air. Whether they were floating, or hanging from a noose, I did not know, nor did I want to find out. Despite the macabre view, I never stopped running, dodging below and between the stiff figures.

      In time, the structure narrowed into winding tunnels of dirt and loose stone, twisting to curved slopes. More women were huddled silently by the walls ahead of me, each alive, but gaunt and made helpless from despair. Perhaps to suit the mood, the World 4 theme from Eversion began sounding in the background. In any case, I continued more or less undaunted.

      Steadily, the environment began becoming clearer and brighter. So too, in a sense, did the structure. Dirt and rocks were slowly replaced with grated steel and smooth concrete, until eventually, the surroundings resembled an urban transit area (well, minus the actual trains and tracks, but I digress). What's more, the women around me appeared much healthier and were much more lively overall. Curiously, they each were also only dressed in less concealing bedclothes. Concurrently, the music subsided. Much of this view somewhat reminded me of one of my earliest recorded dreams. I glanced up expectingly at my guide, who only simpered back at me.

      It was only then that I noticed my strength slipping away. Each step now strained me greatly, and E's weight was finally bearing down on me. I could barely haul us both towards an emergency exit. But, the second I tried opening it, I immediately collapsed. So too did the dream.


      Scrap Group 2

      Something about being on a black haired giantess' head. I rope down a strand of her hair to get at eye level.

      Something about stopping a giantess from rampaging in a city.

      Updated 11-11-2018 at 04:14 AM by 89930

      Categories
      lucid , dream fragment , task of the month
    5. I.D and spike

      by , 11-10-2018 at 10:00 AM
      Hi everyone!

      I had a dream last night, it was a bit of a weird one..!

      I remember being in work first of all. Everyone I worked with were there, so that was fine and normal.

      Then at lunchtime I met my Mum and Dad at a newsagents place. This is where it began weird. I wanted five scratch cards, and the person asked if I would show her my I.D.
      I was fine with that, going to do it when my Mum shouted; “She doesn’t need to do that! She’s 32 years old!” (Which is my true age..!)
      I listed off stuff that proved my age, like events I remembered, things I'd done. But to no avail, they didn’t care.

      Then the person who’d requested my I.D. brought out a spike. My dream self knew it didn’t want to do it, but I was forced to put my finger on the spike - it opened up my finger..!
      Then I woke up, and my finger was actually hurting..!
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      non-lucid
    6. Beautiful Wondrous Rain

      by , 11-10-2018 at 09:08 AM
      Morning of November 10, 2018. Saturday.

      Dream #: 18,954-02. Reading time: 2 min 26 sec. Readability score: 66.



      I am looking at a map of the island of Sulawesi (Celebes) with its very unusual shape. I notice an isolated fictitious town with the name of “Core” that is otherwise where Central, West, and South Sulawesi meet. There are mostly only native inhabitants there. I project my dream self into the map to create the foundation of my dream. I decide I will play the role of introducing new opportunities and resources to the region.

      At one point, I mentally create diced pineapples in a bowl and the tribal leader enjoys them. I reassure him that I will only allow a few tourists to come to the area only during certain time periods and that I will have my team clean the region on a regular basis.

      At another point, several soldiers, all in black, come to occupy the area. I mentally create an army that comes in from a ship and wipes them all out.

      I decide to go on a journey to Los Angeles. An unfamiliar backpacker asks if he can go with us, and I say yes. I enjoy the idea of a random dream denizen (almost as if I see him as “real” or having perception) being on my ship in my dream. Although the trip is supposed to last several days, we arrive there within minutes. I try to make the ocean waves more interesting. In the distance, there seem to be huge “curtains.”

      I alter the nature and progression of my dream with the intent of increasing my dream state awareness. I create rain to sustain and vivify my dream to astounding levels (as water and its specific dynamics has always been a natural melatonin factor of the dream state). The weight and coolness of the water is incredibly realistic. I slowly fly in standing position above an unknown town in semidarkness. I marvel at the pleasurable sensations of the rain that falls upon my skin and the realistic, vivid sound of rain all around me. I fly slowly over a small canal with culverts on each end.

      I eventually land and bring out the sun. I walk down a wooden sidewalk and notice the nexus simulacrum (personified preconscious) going through a doorway built adjacent to the building on my right but of which goes to the intersection, but I mentally force him to turn around. I ask him, “What is your name?” He looks puzzled and in a hurry. “What is your name?” I ask him two more times, in case there is an interconsciousness thread present.

      I maintain the expectation that the nexus simulacrum may have a level of transpersonal intelligence that may not originate from my dream self.

      He answers with “Dennis Sunimun.” I let him leave, as he seems late for a business meeting. Still, “Dennis” is the name of my brother and “Sunimun” is an obvious distortion of “sunny man.” I was hoping for something more, evidence of intelligence beyond my own, which has been present in certain previous dreams.

      I reset my dream, with the possibility I will wake myself, but I end up in an offset dream of lesser vividness. Still, I make my way to a library to write down the event. I walk through midair, about ten feet above the street, with a few random people.

      In the library, I read handwritten details in a notebook. I write “Dennis Sunimun” several times, but when I look each time, I am not sure if it is clear enough to carry over into my conscious memory and I try writing it again. Finally, I go into another area of the library and walk out with my family.


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      lucid
    7. Coincidence 1a Bleeding Money DemiDevil

      by , 11-10-2018 at 02:04 AM
      ⚘Bleeding money⚘by DemiDevil17 13:02

      LINK to dream journal
      I could not find a comment box
      So I will put it in my dream journal

      ⚘⚘⚘

      https://www.dreamviews.com/blogs/dem...5736/#comments

      ⚘⚘⚘

      so I was layed in bed in the astral plane
      before this became a lucid dream

      the events take place in 4 places
      that lead back to my bed
      before I wake up
      so as I was crucified in my bed
      with only the ceiling and the floor to see
      and a couple of props for place one
      as I start to dream

      I can feel my body fading
      as a dark light gesture where I see myself
      walking out a door
      from where I'm laying with my eyes closed
      as if I were playing a third person video game

      as my conscious was attaining lucidity I teleport
      to a cash register where the second place started
      where I reach in my pocket and pull out blood⚘
      *
      as I drench my hand in the bleeding cusp
      and try to pay him ✔
      with the drenching blood dripping from my hands ✔
      as that happen

      I was in a seemless car ride
      where I only seen car moving on the side of me
      but there was no being in the vehicle
      it was jus the dash the sky and the car

      for place three at the fourth place
      I was in abandon warehouse
      where I reach from where the cash register was
      while still in lucidity of the blood
      I sit down to make sure I'm not dying
      as I stand up I see

      ⚘money falling from the ground in a upward motion⚘
      like the sky was upside down
      and the ground was the sky

      then I fade out
      where my hands were in my pocket
      then wake up jus staring
      OMG Coincidance

      Just stopped listening to The Penny Arcade by Roy Obison.

      To chech the front pade of Dreamviews your dream was at the top. This song is about those machines in Australia we call "the pokies"

      They metaphorically drain people dry
      Not of thier blood
      But their livelyhood (money)

      They sometimes sound a bit like cash registers
      When you win.

      I was playing this song about the pokies just before comming here abd seeing your dream (about an hour ago niw. I got two other folk on Messenger messenger ing me)

      ⚘⚘⚘

      Penny Arcade

      Roy Orbison

      A light shown in the night some way ahead,
      blue turned into green then it was red
      And stirring the night love music played
      the light I saw in the night was a penny arcade (pokies)

      Hey step up and play
      each machine seemed to say,
      as I walked round and round the penny arcade
      Just ring the bell
      on the big bagatelle
      and you'll make all those colored lights cascade
      And music played
      at the penny arcade,
      yes it played and it played, played all the time
      Roll up and spend your last dime

      At first
      ⚘I thought it a dream⚘
      that I was in,
      lost, lost in a sea of glass and tin

      But no,
      so dipping⚘ my hand in the back of my jeans
      I grabbed a handful of coins to feed the machine

      (...)

      Roll up and spend your last, roll up and spend your last, roll up and spend your last dime!

      Songwriters: Sammy King

      ↘️↘️↘️

      https://youtu.be/FvqdEopJ2SI

      ↗️↗️↗️

      ⚘⚘⚘
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    8. Let Your Imagination Run Wild

      by , 11-10-2018 at 12:54 AM (The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy)
      The dream starts at my high school. I can't remember what happens there, but me and a group of friends eventually headed to our middle school. I saw my current art teacher working as a janitor, and the entire building was different. "Hey, this is almost in the same place as it is when I'm AWAKE!" I said, despite the fact this was horribly wrong. Everyone was impressed that I had achieved lucidity. We went inside the building and it was dark. we were in this large room that was poorly lit. To the back of us there was a white wall with a wooden horizontal rack meant for hanging clothes towards the ceiling. While everyone was checking out a room, I told my friend (who will be called E for the rest of the entry) to follow me into somewhere more private. We tried a compartment above the clothes rack, but that was too small. I mentioned the closet, but E said that she didn't like small spaces (I am unsure of this in real life.) We decided to go into the bathroom. What happened next I was still lucid for and will refuse to disclose. I feel partially ashamed for it, as this person was one of my crushes. Nothing that constituted a wet dream. I was sure of this when I woke up this morning and checked my pants. It's just odd for two friends to do. Hint: The bath water turned to red gelatin. There was calming 1950's music in the background. halfway into this moment my dream sort of "ejected" itself from my mind. I still heard the dream, but most of the visuals were lost. I was completely free to open my eyes at that point, and I did.
      Categories
      lucid , memorable
    9. Lucid enslavement

      by , 11-10-2018 at 12:51 AM
      this is dream I got my soul posses and I was stuck in a mental contraption and enslaved in a dream where it took me 4 months to wake up for a 15 min sleep paralysis time didn't exist I could only move around my house or go to the stores nothing more or nothing less yet I thought it was reality yet I couldn't control non of the outcome no matter how hard I try to attain lucidity when I gain consciousness in the dream state to jolt myself back to waking up I would wake in a false awakening where I can only get up from the bed and lay back on the bed so this took place for 24 hours I could only move from left to right
    10. October 28 - Nov 2 (recap - part 1)

      by
      ZAD
      , 11-10-2018 at 12:50 AM (ZAD's DJ)
      10-28
      Fragment: I remember two men's faces, one of them being Jerry Seinfeld.
      Dream: I'm at 9, some new neighbors have moved in to a house I used to petsit at; it's an odd couple, a young asian man and an older white lady. Someone is having their wedding there and F and I are attending. As we enter there's a "good" bottle of wine in a blue bottle which someone takes out of a lit china cabinet. I'm in a room with F and we're having dessert, I do some kind of unconscious dream control and transform a wine glass (like glassblowing, but just with fingertip gestures). My grandpa is calling me from the other room. He says something loudly and brashly which is confusing/embarrassing. Tony Soprano is there. Maybe it was Meadow's wedding.
      Fragment: View of a street corner at my old college. It's morning, the light is tinted blue, there aren't many cars on the road.
      Fragment: Brothers (that's all I wrote).

      10-29
      Dream: Long two-part dream with a painting/cooking competition (influenced by watching S1 of Skin Wars with F - I was competing against Mythica). I'm outside, in a grassy space near some bleachers, crowded with trees and some other metal/cinderblock structures. My painting is very saturated in its colors, it's of several columns with a vibrant sky behind them. The sky/weather around me is morning with tinted blue light -- from now on I'll just denote this as MB since it happens so often. I go to/under the bleachers to get a black plastic or metal barrel and start cooking, it's some kind of jambalaya or gumbo with sausage and potatoes. Later I'm in a bus with F's younger cousin, we're searching for ingredients. The bus is more like a warehouse, with a long table going down the length of it (maybe 2-3 times as long as a regular bus); I find what I need: potatoes and my pot of soup, which is smaller now than the barrel. I pull it from under the table, and notice some bugs crawling around some of the bags of ingredients. Transitions again and I'm at 9 having a crawfish boil and cooking hogs whole.
      Dream: An old HS classmate who was a bit ditzy is asking for my work ID (the environment is a mix of HS and work) so that we can go on a date. I make an excuse that I have to go to my locker to find it.

      10-30
      Dream: I'm yelling angrily to my dad about my grandpa's medications. It starts in the backyard with my grandpa in a wheelchair near us, my dad is being to lax and not getting the prescriptions filled on time. I'm really yelling and beating on him, he's unfazed. We end up in the front yard, and a lot of family members and family friends are across the street in my neighbor P's driveway/front yard. They're all watching on as I yell and beat my dad. Eventually I walk over there and talk with them to calm down. Transitions and I'm in our driveway in our old van. My aunt is in the front with a baby, and she's holding it out so I can see it. It has a weird mouth -- it extends too far like a proboscis.
      Notes: br stall; swing, flying bound?

      Nothing down for 10-31 or 11-01

      11-02
      Dream: I'm standing next to a pool. Several of my indian coworkers are walking on water, and I ask them how to do it. An older one who sits near me explains about prana and breathing; a younger one who was on my first team makes an analogy that goes something like "A young man ...(insert foolish attempt); An old man ...(wiser, more effective method)". It was actually really good advice but I didn't write it down.
      Fragment: Off of a country road, there's a suburban house with a staircase to a small loft right off the front door.
      Dream: In 9, at night on the back porch. I'm with F and my dad, there are some ice chests lying around and a tablecloth on the table. It seems like a party is planned soon or just finished. F or I inquire about drinks and my dad says "MImosas" with an emphasis on the first part, making it sound like "My" -- this ties in with an in-joke F and I have about him and the way he says "My TV" or "My truck" in a specific way. There are also tall cans of bud light with weird plastic caps on them. I understand them to be bud light but they look like miller high life; strange. We're on our way to the pool, and I am trying to decide on shoes or flip flops.
      Fragment: Something happened here but it's lost now.
      Dream: F is in a room next to the bed. She stands up and walks to a door in the far left corner, and when she opens the door, a hand reaches out and grabs her. I can't move but I force the perpetrator to let go of her and approach me instead with dream control. I intrinsically understand that I have a certain energy or "light" that will dispel his darkness. I make him touch my arm and he goes blank-faced; this is similar to a past dream where I would reality check and engage with DCs, at which point they would go blank-faced and sort of become broken robots. He was kneeling down near the bed and had an Optimus Prime toy on his head.
      The interesting part is how it started -- I wouldn't call it a WILD, I guess it was more like a DEILD but without the L. I had just gotten up for a bit and I lie down and immediately sort of popped into this one, I just didn't catch it and make it lucid.
      Lucid: I decide to really try and get lucid after being teased by the last dream with awareness. I focus my efforts on it and very soon I'm hearing a radio drama in my head, although I still have full awareness of my body. It reminded me of HS and college when I was staying up late or close to sleep due to a project or homework I was working on, and I would get auditory hallucinations of voices/conversations with friends or family members, and or a loud bang or gunshot. Anyway, the radio drama sounded like It's a Wonderful Life, and one of the key characters was Uncle Billy, who was being forgetful about the night before of course. He remembered that he keyed a tree, scratched his name into it. Soon I can feel a sensation of moving back and forth, and I realize I'm on a swing. Once I realize it, the visualizations follow. I see myself in a wooden swing in a small yellowish room, with darkish blue light coming in from a window to the right. I say "I'm dreaming" as I swing, and imagine myself feeling the armrest, and I pop into the dream and lose most awareness of my physical body. I'm able to use pyromancy, and use my fingertip-flame-laser to carve shapes into the wood of the swing. I jump/get up from the swing and start interacting with a wooden desk with loose objects on its surface. I sweep them them off onto the floor, some wooden items, some glass beakers or bottles. I pick up a wooden item -- I forget what it was now -- and inscribe its surface. I remember the words "left" and "sou". The smoke effect from the pyromancy was vivid.

      Updated 11-10-2018 at 12:53 AM by 95458

      Tags: pyromancy
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      memorable , dream fragment , lucid , non-lucid
    11. eating poop dream

      by , 11-10-2018 at 12:30 AM
      I'm in my bed in still infamy where I slip in lucidity where I'm trapped in a bright white door there toilets everywhere with different color poop jus floating in the air I wake up in a dream where I'm eating a black texture with a brown feeling and and ridged bumps
      then I'm at a place where there different colorization of the messy stool then a plastic curtain rips open yellow brown red and green then I wake up
    12. Bappjif thank you for Hosting a drve ⚘

      by , 11-10-2018 at 12:15 AM
      ⚘I am so happy Bappjif⚘
      That you are Hosting a drve
      (dream remote Viewing Experiment )
      that this happy ear-worm has began

      Toot toot
      All aboard

      Chattanooga Choo Choo

      I will focus my dreams toward your target
      And put the dream results here in mt dream journal

      I will Train my dreams to reveal your targetd 💕💕💕.

      The Andrews Sisters

      Pardon me boy,
      is that the Chattanooga Choo Choo?
      Track twenty nine,
      boy you can gimme a shine

      I can afford
      to board a Chattanooga Choo Choo
      I've got my fare
      and just a trifle to spare

      You leave the Pennsylvania station 'bout a quarter to four
      Read a magazine and then you're in Baltimore

      Dinner in the diner, nothing could be finer
      Than to have your ham 'n' eggs in Carolina

      When you hear the whistle blowin' eight to the bar
      Then you know that Tennessee is not very far

      Shovel all the coal in, gotta keep it rollin'

      Woo, woo, Chattanooga, there you are

      There's gonna be a certain party at the station
      Satin and lace, I used to call funny face
      She's gonna cry until I tell her that I'll never roam

      Songwriters: Mack Gordon / Harry Warren

      ↘️↘️↘️

      https://youtu.be/bGBwmLRNLJ4

      ↗️↗️↗️
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    13. Bleeding money

      by , 11-09-2018 at 10:02 PM
      so I was layed in bed in the astral plane before this became a lucid dream the events take place in 4 places that lead back to my bed before I wake up so as I was crucified in my bed with only the ceiling and the floor to see and a couple of props for place one as I start to dream I can feel my body fading as a dark light gesture where I see myself walking out a door from where I'm laying with my eyes closed as if I were playing a third person video game as my conscious was attaining lucidity I teleport to a cash register where the second place started where I reach in my pocket and pull out blood
      as I drench my hand in the bleeding cusp and try to pay him with the drenching blood dripping from my hands as that happen I was in a seemless car ride where I only seen car moving on the side of me but there was no being in the vehicle it was jus the dash the sky and the car for place three at the fourth place I was in abandon warehouse where I reach from where the cash register was while still in lucidity of the blood I sit down to make sure I'm not dying as I stand up I see money falling from the ground in a upward motion like the sky was upside down and the ground was the sky then I fade out where my hands were in my pocket then wake up jus staring
    14. lxvii.

      by , 11-09-2018 at 01:52 PM
      Non-dream stuff - Haven't been so well last couple of days and sleep has been irregular too. Been waking up at normal times but then falling back asleep for too long. Remember some fragments but nearly no detail. Some visual details I remember I just can't put into words very well either.



      Dream Fragment 1:
      Something about some furries, in a town. One of them grew a bit bigger and because of that something happened (like some guy reacted and locked down an area or something?). I remember the group sitting together at a table somewhere, feeling sad.

      Dream Fragment 2:
      Was back at university. Rest of context has completely vanished as I tried to recall more...

      Dream Fragment 3:
      Me and my mom were listening to someone from the US speak on television or something. My mom asked what he was saying. I said "He's... Reading from the book of Apocalypse."

      Dream Fragment 4:
      Some long non-lucid that I don't remember much about anymore, but the dream plot was in some sort of old castle or something and I was going around it with other people. My now waking mind is coming up with Karazhan as a location associated to this dream.



      No notes at the moment, I'm just too tired.
    15. Cuckoo Clock Puzzle House

      by , 11-09-2018 at 12:45 PM
      Morning of November 2, 2018. Friday.

      Dream #: 18,946-03. Reading time (optimized): 1 min. Readability score: 68.



      In my dream, I am in the living room of the King Street mansion (which served as a boarding house). I am focused upon the cuckoo clock on the south wall (erroneous location). It seems to be late morning. The owners are presently out, possibly on vacation.

      I want to get to my apartment (in this case the middle room of the east side of the mansion on the second floor), but there is no door. I am using the cuckoo clock as a replica of the house, where it is somewhat like a virtual Chinese puzzle box. I must turn certain sections of the clock to correlate with the real doors of the house. There are also sections that move in and out like slots.

      I consider that I may not still be living here (on a rental basis) and that I want to be in my bedroom before the owners return. I maintain a cheerful attitude even though the entry points of the clock do not perfectly match that of the house itself.



      My dream had the typical dream state components:

      The cuckoo clock (association with flight and the vestibular system correlation of the waking process).

      The clock theme itself (ultradian and circadian rhythm of the sleep cycle).

      The puzzle, and solving it (nature of enigmatic space, where the dream self identity and the conscious self identity are still separate).

      Getting to a bedroom (literal bed space strand and subliminal awareness of being in the dream state, becoming liminal prior to waking).


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