WILD gone wild I'm standing in the kitchen in my student home, behind the stove, cooking something. There's something unusual. I think it has to do with the pan that I'm using. I feel like I was really close to becoming lucid, or maybe I even was lucid. Suddenly I feel horrible. It feels as if I'm really drunk. My stomach hurts and there's some swinging back and forth of the dreamscene involved. It's destabilising. I'm not sure if I woke up or if I had a FA. Evil tree There's something to do with two sorcerers, Belgarath and Beldin [characters from a series of books I'm reading]. They're near a small airport during the day. The air traffic control centre is an enormous building which is capable of flight. It comes flying off from the distance and then lands near the airport. Apparently it's moved away every time the airport closes. Belgarath thinks this is outrageous and a word needs to be had with whoever is behind this. Belgarath (and I?) are standing near an enormous tree, just behind the airport. It's mining something from the earth with its roots. A red evil substance. It doesn't surface, so you can't see it, but we know it's there. I see an image of the roots of the tree extending down deep into the earth. The roots different shades of glowing red. Someone makes a surprised comment about where the evil guys behind this are getting this substance from. Every sea in the world has been mined for it already. I forgot the exact reply, but it was something sinister. I/Captain America (not sure if I'm him or watching him) am in the airport, full costume. I have an old fashioned bomb with a fuse. It should blow any minute really. I recall the last time I was in this exact same position. I jumped over some glass railings and shielded myself mid-air while the bomb exploded. This time I'm trying to run outside with the very limited time that I have and throw the bomb at the tree, despite the tree being on the other side of the airport and me not being able to see it. This is ridiculous. It's never gonna work. Maybe Belgarath can use some sorcery to steer the bomb towards the tree once it's in the air. Stadium parkour It's evening, not yet fully dark but quite a bit already. I'm walking towards my moped with a female friend. It may have been my classmate. We hop on and she makes me drive towards the security guard. She asks him for an alternative route of here and does so in Indonesian. That's the idea at least. I didn't really hear the words, but I recall that she asked because my language skills were a bit limited. She asks for the alternative route because if you go out through the regular exit, you have to pay a parking fee. The guard points us towards a stadium through which we can drive to avoid it. I give the guard perhaps 2.000 IDR for his help. I drive towards the stadium. Inside the stadium there are some people. I drive somewhere to the left. It's a bit of a maze in here, but suddenly I recognise it. I've been here before or I've seen it in a video. I'm not really myself anymore. Instead I'm controlling a freerunner called Luigi. There's unequal heights everywhere and I make great use of it. In the end I just want to exit, but Luigi automatically turns pretty much everything into a parkour move. Kitchen trouble I've had it with the dirty kitchen in my student home. I start exploring and it turns out that the kitchen of my mom's house is accessible from my student house. How did I not notice this before? This is excellent? Would my mom mind if I used her kitchen instead? The counter is quite small. Then I start to wonder: so all these years while I've been living in my mom's house, people from my student house were able to enter our home? I walk through our home. It doesn't entirely make sense to me. Fragment » I'm in the living room of my mom's house. My mom is very nearly passed out on the couch from being incredibly drunk. It's time to send everyone to bed. » I'm looking at my dreads. They're so long! They're real dreads now. Some of them are black, some of them are brown. I realise that must be because my own hair is brown and the extensions are black, My real hair is black. Fight again I'm sitting in my room at my mom's house. I'm sitting behind my desk, looking at video's on my iPod. The image is not fullscreen as it often is in my dreams. My little brother enters my room, with my mom in tow. They are having a fight again. O no, out! I've had it with their fights. They are unwilling to take my advice, so they shouldn't come to me with their issues. I feel like it's near midnight, or at least late. This plays out in the living room and kitchen of my mom's house. It's already bed time for my little brother, but he still wants to eat. He's arguing with my mom over it and says something along the lines of "you're not my mom, so you're not the boss over me". He heats something up in the microwave. I'm at the point where I feel like slapping him in the face with a flat hand. Not to hurt him, but to make him realise how retarded his behaviour is. Eventually he does go to bed without eating I believe. I take his food from the microwave. A cracker with cheese on it. I offer it to my mom, since I don't like cheese. She tells me I can eat it. I remind her that I don't like cheese. Somewhere in the middle of this dream I saw a tub in the corner of the kitchen. It was put on its side and pasta sauce was leaking into it from a plastic bag.
With my mother I was driving through a city. She phoned someone and haven't payed any attention to the cars. I tried to control the car, but whenever I tried to speed up, even a little, the car moved with insane speed. In one of these moments I almost had a crash with another car, but when I got close to it, everything went black. After a while I saw that I'm still driving and that nothing happened.
My Guru was pleased because I help someone out by buying them a Porsche.
[Notes]: - Although it was a bit spotty, this dream felt very epic. If only I became lucid!! - My recall has been pretty great lately! I've been recalling a lot of old dreams as well as new, so that's probably helping. - This dream was packed with that epic, euphoric feeling of adventure and exploration; haven't had that in a long time. [Dream begins]: I'm talking to Mr. Benjamin. He's in a buckled top hat for some reason, and his room is very Christmas-ey with decorations all over the place. I don't know why I'm taking to him, but whatever. We get off the subject of academics and he tells me about something I might be interested in, that I should do. He hands me a bag of coal (a kind of payment I guess) and tells me about magic, and about these people in town that I could join up with and help out. I soon find myself wandering in the suburbs near the city center, and I'm with this group of people. Antonio is among them. He's wearing a scarf. So I'm with these people heading south (I think; you know how dreams are). There are quite a few dilapidated houses, and we decide to stop at one. The walls are practically falling apart, and there's an uneven dirt floor. A dividing wall blocks us from the kitchen to our right. t's full of these members of some other clan. We walk in and the tone changes immediately, like we're about to fight. We invite ourselves into their conversation (we might have been there to steal something) and blend in for a little while. Then things get heated and we're shooting magic at each other (i.e. blue bolts of light). I get out of the house from the kitchen pretty quickly and get to the corner on the opposite side of the street to regroup with my people. The other clan kinda shouts us out and we start walking northbound. Eventually, I find myself in some city center at a hot dog joint eating (I only remember this in first person at this point). [Dream ends.]
Last night I tried paying attention to my hypnagogia but I failed at that attempt. I think that would be a cool way to get lucid. I woke up by alarm at 6 am this morning. Went outside for a cigarette. Then went back to bed. I became lucid and this is the plot I remember. I was at a bowling alley I think and some lady I know who I don't hang out with was watching me use my phone. She asked me 'Are you doing your homework?' Then all of a sudden her arms and hands were grabbing me from behind. I felt really uncomfortable. Aside from the kinda strange event in my dream I remember trying to fly by swimming in the air following someone.
Updated 11-27-2015 at 04:51 AM by 59763
#479 - DILD - 7:38AM I've had a little bit of a dry spell lately with work being so crazy so it was nice to get to sleep in today and get a solid LD. Dry spells suck! It's weird that my old bathroom dream sign brings me lucidity once again. I notice that peeing doesn't relieve my need to go so I lucidly try to make my son fly then I play with breaking glass. A have a somewhat vague memory of a DEILD or in-dream-WILD. I feel my body is dream-like and I relax, letting myself merge into that familiar other. I have a hard time separating then spend a few moments wondering around the house I am in. My memory fades.... I am wandering around work with my son worried about some prophecy that I am "TO DO GREAT THINGS". I worry that I am not up to the task and that I am just a regular guy. I walk along the walkway and move into the bathroom. I have to pee really bad, but when I pee at the urinal my need doesn't go away. I try again and pee just as much. I recall having a non lucid dream earlier in the night about weird pee situations (truth) and think this must be the same type of dream. I am already lucid now, but I do a nose plug just to be sure. Yep. I leave the bathroom and rejoin my son. There is a catwalk about the main production area with offices and cubical that open to the area. I toss my son up there hoping he will start flying around the shop. As I toss him up I shout, "HEY YOU CAN FLY!" He just lands on the up level. I rush up stairs and find him just sitting there. I say, "Common. You can fly. Just do it." I trow him up again, but he just lands hard and seems like he is in some vegetative state. The sight of him like that is disturbing so I move on. I quickly recall my goal to make glass break control the shards with mind power. I rush to the break-room where I know there is a large glass window. I am happy to be at work because this is actually how I got the idea for this task. I stare at the window and it cracks all over but doesn't fall out. I make hand motions and point for the shards to fly out but the don't. I stand more directly in front of the broken glass and force it to fly out. I see a million tiny shards of glass float all around me like snow. It's all I can see for a moment then it fades away to the window still intact, but still shattered. I don't get annoyed, but play with it another way by forcing my face into it. The glass resists and stretches way out until I phase through. Instead of being in the break-room I am now in some small area with a door leading outside. I heard a voice and knocking. I say, "Who's there?" The voice replies, "Steve, Mary, Sam, I mean, Samantha." The voice seems to be a liar and I don't trust it. I sense something ominous there. I say, "Well, you're not coming it. You're never coming in." I turn away and begin walking when I wake up. AND GO PEE FOR REAL
[Notes]: - Sadly, I couldn't really remember much of this dream once I woke up. [Dream begins]: I'm on this highway northeast of my house in a trashy white sedan from the 70's. Every quarter mile or so, there's a woman walking on the shoulder of the road. My dad makes some comment about wanting to get a girl, and when we get to the next one, I look her in the face. She had an interesting face... in my dream I described it as the most basic face, devoid of features. She was Asian. I talk to her for a little bit, and obviously she doesn't talk much but it wasn't really awkward. I go to a party at her place where 12 pack boxes of soda are stacked to the ceiling everywhere. I weave between a wall of Coke and a wall of some other soda. We pose for a picture next to a bunch of "tropical" beer packs. [Dream ends...]
Day 1 of fixing my awful recall managed to get 3 dream snippets which I forced myself to try and remember (trying to get 3 per night). I slept in this morning to make sure I got another dream in the bag too. I couldn't help but go to sleep late last night (11:30ish) because my dad had been trying to set up his watch gadget thing with me. Dream 1 - Courtyard I remember vaguely walking around and talking to some people in the courtyard of a town (like something out of an RPG game) and it was a nice sunny day. Dream 2 - Plane pilot I was the pilot of a plane (a big plane) and I literally can't remember anything else Dream 3 - Pillow fight Me, a hot girl and another guy were in a house, I think we were in the lounge. I had a pillow and blanket, they had a pillow each and either a blanket or a small mattress. We were rolling around on the ground pillow fighting which was really fun. Me and the other guy both seemed to be flirting with the girl, I remember rolling and landing a good pillow strike at her and then whipping my blanket over her which was cool.
I'm in a place like a giant Chuck-e-Cheese's, there are multiple floors of cushioned walls and nets. I am walking around and meet a dreadlocked guy I know from school. I show him a green, poorly done, tattoo on my wrist that identifies me as part of the same ninja secret society he is a part of. We climb up to a higher floor where we look down and look out for trouble, some group is doing shady stuff in the park, we have to keep an eye out. Vaguely remember playing with a small arcade cabinet. Go to a kiosk nearby my house to load my bus card, hear a guy welding to repair a magazine stand. The welding pistol is a screwdriver. I go up and ask if he needs help.
Earlier, was just lucid enough to deliberately fly upward with the intent of getting a wider view, instead lost visuals and wound up in a completely different scene, losing lucidity. Standing on a ladder outside a suburban home, the wind shifts, hot and dry, a sense of the desert that's going to claim this place and incorporate it into my people's territory. I'm the one who led them to this place, but I feel conflicted now. I excuse myself to the man who'd been holding the ladder, and go inside to take care of some loose ends. There are too many signs of how personal an interest I've taken in this world, learning their language, getting much too attached; I should dispose of that evidence. Elsewhere, among the troops, I'm speaking to one of them on behalf of a man in this world, Adam, trying to make sure they take care when they process him. I say I've never seen a dreamer with power like his before. Which is true, but I'm also being careful to phrase it in practical terms, downplaying any personal attachment. I have to stress the importance of him as a resource not to be wasted. The man I'm speaking to agrees that they'll be careful, but I don't think he's really paying attention, just brushing me off. I end the scene flying back to that suburban house, desperately searching for Adam. The following scene focuses on a brother figure chiding me for hanging onto a ghost.
Not much on the dream recall front (I've only clocked 3h of sleep) but a very vivid hypnalogic image of the setting/rising sun through a deep orange, slightly bubbly liquid.
Morning of November 26, 2015. Thursday. In my dream, I am living with my family as we are now, though over time, it becomes like a variant of Cubitis (though the hallway is replaced by our present living room, it seems - another new and unique composite as always). As usual, the snake situation is very vivid and its approach is somewhat worrisome. I know that this snake is very venomous but I do not know the name of the species. Still, I am somehow able to avoid being bitten by the snake even though I am lying on the floor at times. I seem to be yelling at some sort of unseen presence to kill it, even calling the presence rude names. There is one point where my oldest son comes out and makes an attempt to catch it. There is another point where it crawls over the extension cord on the floor. I manage to cut it at the back of its head (with a hoe, I think). It somehow ends up higher, crawling from the top of our refrigerator and hanging down on the right side where I perceive it is wounded to where it is no longer a major threat (though still potentially dangerous if the head is close enough to bite - though it moves slower here). It seems to be tangled in the vertical electric cord (which is over a nail just above and right of our refrigerator to resolve slack) for a short time to where it is difficult to safely tell where the cord ends and the snake begins. (At this point, it seems obvious the snake symbol has an association with a concern over the danger of frayed electric cords or electricity itself - and this also seems to be the case with other “snake in the house” dreams.) Finally, the snake is beheaded and its body does not move much. However, its head moves around the house like a toy racing car, still posing a threat and now moving faster than ever without its body. I manage to catch up with it and slice its head across in segments into about five sections (now seeming to be in my father’s room from childhood but only vaguely), almost giving it the appearance of a small cake. It still seems to be somewhat alive for a short time, including the section with its two eyes bulging slightly, moving only a little. This dream turned out to be a warning about a frayed electrical cord I had not consciously paid much attention to the day before.
Updated 10-18-2019 at 04:59 PM by 1390
I was in my house. With my pal we opened up my laptop, to see what's broken inside. After checking that everything is right, I tried to close it, but I've got one part left, and I didn't knew where it was. We decided to leave it for now and go somewhere. I opened the door to my room, and saw that there was a city on the other side. Streets were crowded, and there was a weird restaurant without a wall. I saw that my teacher is sitting there. She said "I wonder what he's doing there." when she saw me. I started to make random exercises, just so she won't disturb me.
I am making my way towards a 'light show' where there will be fireworks. To get there I go to a local shopping centre. I can't find where the show is and I'm getting panicked because it is starting soon and I'm also supposed to be meeting D. Then I notice a tiny little sticker saying "light show this way" with a picture of fireworks. I enter a door and inside is a hidden windy staircase that spirals up the inside of the tower. From the outside it looks just like part of the shopping centre, but from the inside it looks so completely different that I get the feeling most people don't know about this place. Inside is cold, damp stone, as I climb with anticipation, higher and higher until I come to the top of this medieval style tower. It is a warm summer night, but a little bit cool because of the wind so high up. There is a huge full moon, and as the firework starts, D is there and a bunch of other happy people and it is perfect and beautiful, as if the height has managed to create a bubble away from the real world where you can just be part of the colours and sounds and sensations.
Last night I went to sleep at 3 o’clock in the morning. I lay down on the bed without even turning the light off because I was so tired. Then I felt asleep. Suddenly my door open, I thought it was my dad, I said "oh my god my dad saw my light still turn on" I wake up so quickly from the bed and said "yes I know", but nobody was at the door. Then I said to myself: "wait this looks like a dream" and I became lucid. I get out of my room, and the dream was fading. I lay down on the floor and I was moving backward by a force pulling me down stairs. I said to myself "maybe the dream want to shows me something". I was now in the diner room then I woke up.
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