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It was just a question of time before things got heated up 'round here... I'm keeping no explicit.

The sky is overcast and the night is falling, giving a gray, eerie atmosphere to the dream. I am in a small ancient garden with gravelled paths gently curving around the lawn, with small shrubs and flowers dotting the place, giving it a pastoral feel, and it's mostly enclosed withing talls gnarly trees that looks like oaks. To my right is a small, free form pool; the water is pristine and looks cold, and close to it is a path made of irregular, hand carved limestone stepstones rather than gravels. This path curves slowly to a stone platform with a tomb or a flat altar on it; it looks old, weathered but well-kept, like the rest of the place. I walk to the platform, laughting as someone stroll behind me. I reach the stone platform and he grab me, pulling me up on the altar and holding me down on it. I'm on my back, not laughting anymore as he pulls me close and pin down one of my thigh with one of his knee, and he is the one who chuckles when I realize his intent and freeze up. His face is obscured by shadows, his hair are pale almost white blond, and long enough to brush against his shoulders and frame his face. over him I can see the first stars of the night sky, but the light is still gray and shallow, like there is no setting sun. The stone is cold and coarse under me, I can feel it through my clothes, and my breath is really short, equally from anticipation and fear, in fact, I feel like I'm drowning in adrenalin, every sensory input amped up to the max. He is slightly too thick for confort, and I can't help but squirm.

I woke up soon after.
He made a couple of comments I won't be retranscribing here.
I still wondering how the hell I didn't wake up as soon as he had me trapped, because everything felt as life-like as it gets.

In an office wearing my pajamas, normal office with printers and desks and people and things.
I accidentally take some things from the printer as I pick up my own stuff. Turns out its some green cards (yesterday was green line )
that belong to the headteacher. He is not best pleased and take's em back pronto. I then have to talk to some customer via skype...bet they love my pjs.

I feel like this deserves its own entry. I had this one last night, the same as the "Pizza Supermarket" dream. While in this dream, I felt like I was on the brink of lucidity once more, but it just didn't connect.

I was playing a Pokemon game on my 3DS. Only it was very strange... It didn't seem like it had the normal bird's eye view, but rather a common third person character view. I was turning a corner on a dirt road, heading to a small desert. There were boulders in the sand, and when I went up to them, they shook a little. I continued on the path and made it into the desert. It wasn't long before I triggered a random encounter, and a horde encounter no less. I was facing 5 Pokemon that were bull-like. They looked like Tauros, but in a way, they weren't. It was just like a horde battle, except I was using 5 of my Pokemon when in the games, you only use one when facing hordes. I remember my shiny Klefki and Umbreon were 2 of my 5. I currently have them both in my team right now, so maybe the others were supposed to be the rest of my team... Anyway, I thought everything was good, but then I realized every single enemy Pokemon was level 64. Oh God. I thought I was doomed, but then I looked down at my own, and they were around the same level. One was level 70, another was 60-something, another 64, Umbreon was 40, and Klefki was 64. Umbreon is the lowest level in my team right now... Maybe there's some accuracy in this dream? When I was reading the levels, I felt the 3DS in my hands, and that's when I felt like I was going to turn lucid the most.

For me at least, lucidity seems to be nearly triggered by holding/touching objects.

Oh look, another dream where it's just my mother and I, in a store.

Can't tell you how many times I've had one of these.

Either way, this recent one involved us going to a supermarket, where I had a little less than a dollar to my name, and I wanted to go back home to get the rest of my money. We were walking through the supermarket, and I remembered that they were selling slices of pizza for one dollar each. I was short by maybe 5 cents, so while we were at the counter, with the pizza nearby... I asked my mom if she had any extra money so I could get a slice. I'm not sure what happened, but I did end up getting one, and we left to go home. Only our home was just another supermarket. Great. I remember seeing a bunch of my friends from high school in it, and then I said "I'm going shopping" because I could now get the rest of my money. I headed upstairs and for some reason, started thinking about Japan, and Japanese stuff. Suddenly, the name Tsukuba appeared in my mind, and I awoke with that name fresh in memory. I looked it up now, and apparently it's a place in Japan. Tsukuba is place I've never heard of, but my subconscious is responsible for me knowing it, no doubt.

I was inside my house in the bathroom downstairs rubbing soap on my leg. My older brother was there too asking why he was there. I had my clothes on though and told him I wouldn't take too long and it didn't matter since I had clothes on. It was like my dream just threw up changes and I wasn't paying much attention.

He ended up disappearing so I just went inside the shower for a bit than got out. When I dried myself with the towel my clothes were on me so I left to my older brother's room. Except it felt like my room. I opened my laptop and saw that there was adds popping up. Even a voice that said it was going to install a virus or something. I shouted for my older brother to come and he came.

"I think theres a virus in the laptop. Can you take it out with the anti virus?" I asked him. He looked it over and i watched. But than he said he had something else to do so he just clicked on a ad and the antivirus. A screen popped up of a teddy bear shooting chocolate chip asteroids as he was flying over a setting filled with magma and volcanoes. "Why did you click it!?" I asked. "Just take over the controls and shoot the chocolate chip cookies." he said than left.

I was like "fine, but you better come back". I took over the controls and felt like I was moving a joystick until I was sucked into the place. "This is actually kind of fun." I thought as I was shooting the chocolate chip asteroids. "Those cookies look good too." I thought. After flying around and shooting I ended up in a room somewhere in a school/facility. There I was surrounded by different family and a chocolate chip that proclaimed he was a king.

He sat on a pile of white things. Maybe paper towels, I don't know. "I'am the king of the chocolate chip cookies. A chocolate chip which you dip in water not milk." than he laughed also mentioning that we had to do whatever he said. I think I told him I wasn't going to listen to a talking chocolate chip and he ordered for them to punish me too. But I don't remember. What I do remember though is that a lady came up to me and asked me for a favor. She wanted me to draw a picture for her little girl I think.

I drew something than the dream shifted to me being in a house drawing on flash. There was a character animation of super Mario open. Except he looked wonky so I decided I would draw over it. The pic changed to a walking cat though and I was told to draw a character like that for a show instead. I shrugged and was like "okay. If you say so." Than started drawing over it's outline but than the dream ended up changing again.

I was now in my mom's room and it was night. There was a children's show on with a catchy tune. I tried humming it and it sort of felt like I was little again. Than the dream changed again. I was somewhere with a guy. He gave me a thing you put over your neck with white IDs and one yellow one. " But I- I don't want to-go...." I told him.He had blue and black hair and tight pants on. Looked sort of emo punk and was tall.

"Its not bad. Come on. Do it for me. Here is the I.D. use this to get in. Have fun" He said something like that as he showed me a yellow ID card. I gave in and decided to do it for him since he had to take care of another problem. The scene than changed and I was now watching him talk outside some houses to a detective. "Well...She was a sad girl. Didn't really know how to deal with her problems." He told the lady detective."And was she depressed?" she asked him. "Yeah, I would try to help her out. But it was like, I'm dealing with my own depression too you know and its not easy." Than after that the lady continued to take notes than I woke up.

I only got lucid for a few moments throughout this dream, but my lucidity never stuck. I suspect it was because I wasn't sleeping very well throughout the night, at least not enough to get fully lucid.

I was in this little town or city, not unlike my hometown in Michigan. This city has little stores, nice middle class neighborhoods, and just all around a pleasant place to be. The sun was just about to set, as I was talking with some friends of mine from college. We were talking about nothing in particular, when all of a sudden hell breaks loose. Zombies started overrunning the neighborhood, and quickly too. I saw panic among my friends as they had never dealt with this experience before, many of them were captured and eaten by the zombies as these zombies were not your typical "shamble along with a gimp" zombies but instead "sprint at you 28 days later style" zombies. A smaller zombie, which I had guessed to be a young boy turned zombie, began to run at me to try and get me. It was here that I became somewhat lucid as I started to hover above the ground just enough so he couldn't get me. I could tell that I wasn't fully lucid or couldn't fully grasp that this was a dream, because as I continued to try and stay afloat, I would find myself sinking to the ground. While I was in the air, I began to witness the true chaos of the situation. These zombies had great agility and speed, as I saw them jump to great distances, on top of buildings, to get at people.

-rewind-

I'm back at the beginning again, dusk leading to night in the small town, and chaos had yet to happen. This time I was inside one of the nice family homes, talking again amongst friends about nothing in particular. I remember recounting the events that had happened before the rewind, so my goal was to convince these people that they need to leave the city now, or find shelter for the inevitable zombie invasion. None of the people took me seriously, and shrugged off my warnings. I figured I would get supplies around to at least prepare for the impeding apocalypse. I had gathered food, weapons, and supplies, ready for the attack. And just like I had predicted, zombies started charging the walls of the home, smashing windows and doors to try and get at the citizens. I had to fend off a few zombies with what weapon I had, and survive...

-rewind-

Again I find myself inside a home, before shit goes down. This home is different, and has a basement that leads to the back yard. This home, however, was being raided by police for some reason. I did not care about a possible crime being committed, all I cared about was convincing the police officers to prepare for the worst. I frantically tell the police to release the suspect they had in custody, and to prepare for an attack, but they had no intention of stopping their assignment. Finally, I just gave up telling people how this is the third time I've seen shit go to hell, and started preparing to protect myself, hoping others would follow. I remember being in the basement of this home, crouched beneath the windows the cops were shining their lights into. I remember seeing the silhouettes of the police as they were checking the perimeter of the home one moment, and then next being swarmed by a horde of zombies. The growls, screams, and the tearing sound of flesh filled my ears as I waited for my moment to strike.

I woke up

I was with a couple of mates who I don’t know in real life and they had both done a drug, which I assumed was LSD. We came to some kind of bar or house party and they wandered off, though one guy started freaking out badly. There was a sort of grate in the first room, about 4ft by 4ft which was used as a toilet and I was taking a leek in it. At the party we met an incredibly rich man with blond hair, and he was completely drunk. He took us down to where his car was parked and invited us in. I refused, and I tried to tell my friends it wasn’t safe. “Look at him, he can’t even walk!” I said. They got in the car but it happened that there were three police cars just nearby. An officer walked up to me and said I shouldn’t have taken the drug, which he used a slang term for. I said I hadn’t, it was my friends.

I had another dream of being at the site of a horrific car crash. I didn’t see any bodies but there was blood everywhere over the smashed windscreen.

I dreamed I was in a car with the members of a band and they were singing Dragonforce songs. It was supposed to be a music video but it seemed to consist of only my gaze looking around the car. Through the mirror I could see the lead singer turn sometimes into a striking woman with a witch like appearance. The other members of this imaginary band, who were more like chavs than metalheads, started sparking up and going on about how stoned they were gonna get. I was in a bad state for some reason and I told them either to get me some whisky or to get me so stoned I don’t care about anything else, but I really wanted to drink (I am abstaining from alcohol at the moment in real life).

Dream 1: Board Games at a Party
I'm playing chess at someone's house party it seems, I'm in a room where there are only a few people talking on a sofa behind me. I get up and see a teacher of mine, he is a fairly simple kind of guy. He asks me if I play a lot of chess and I say yes, and I also occasionally play the board game Go. He asks me what the game is and I try to describe the rules. As I describe the whole idea of surrounding, he mentions that he feel like he can already play the game, as if the rules transcend human concepts. I think that's pretty insightful. He proceeds to drink a glass of water only using one half of his mouth. I mention that there's a girl from a rough neighborhood here at the party and I hope to be able to show her how to play the game. I try to talk about her in a way that does not sound condescending.

Dream 2: A Bomb and a Weird Sex Ritual?
I'm on a pier like in LA, the sun is just about to start setting. Ben Stiller is in a role trying to get Jonah Hill to go to prison to save his girlfriend. They are both dressed in ridiculous 80's clothes, Jonah Hill has a crazy mullet and a handlebar mustache. It feels like a movie. Ben Stiller is a cop and that's why he can't go to jail himself. Jonah Hill says no one will believe that he would go to jail, especially if his friend was the one to lock him up.

I walk past them to the pier. A bomb goes off, there is pandemonium. I look around, I see the destroyed target, a trailer that was on the pier. I go under it and find the terrorist who were responsible. Now they have to go into hiding, a young women asks if she can join them, she is young and easily persuaded.

I'm in a dark, church-like place. A middle-aged woman is having sex, she is lying on the edge of a table. I see something vague, I'm not sure if it's that I can't remember or if it was just hard to make out. I see a line of creatures, the size of fingernails(were they actually fingernails?!?!). They have something to do with the sex.

I leap out of bed. I am in my Lucid City apartment. Yes! I made it! I look at my bed. It looks very plain. I am standing on a thick soft rug, barefooted. I feel something on my shoulder. It's WinterFae, my wife. She has morphed into a tiny fairie, and is riding on me. I see my Dream Shrine in one corner that looks like the one in my room in BanYanLand on the Moon with a large mirror. In another corner I see my computer terminal which looks like a plain white cylinder about four feet high with a sloped top. I press a red glowing button on the top. The cylinder projects holograms in front of me on to a mist which spews out the top. I see a holographic screen, and a keyboard.

I hit: A I, then "enter."

My AI hologram character appears.

He is about a foot and a half foot tall, and looks like an American Prohibition Era gangster from New York. His is a glowing greenish color.

"Yo, what's up? Don't tell, don't ask. My name is Big Joey. Welcome to the BJOS, Big Joey Operating System."

"Cool. You're a gangster. Can I upload you into my brain for my HUD?"

"Whoah, easy there pal, I don't know what kinda crazy viruses you may have there in that noodle of yours, Catface."

"Okay... well, I need an HUD."

"Done!"

An HUD pops up in my vision.

It says, "Welcome to Lucid City Net Portal!" then the words fade, and a circle appears in the upper right hand corner that says, "you are dreaming" on it. A crosshairs appears in the center.

"Yes I did it!"

"Good job, Sweetheart!" WinterFae says.

Morning of October 16, 2015. Friday.



In my dream, my wife Zsuzsanna and I are living back on Stadcor Street in Brisbane. Our family is mostly as it is now. For some reason, my wife’s younger brother George stops by and hangs around for a long time, becoming more and more annoying. Sonny is with him, but not as annoying. Zsuzsanna is also annoyed, mostly by George as well. (In real life, we have rarely seen him).

There reaches a point where I seem to have had enough of his loud imposing nature and patronization and cause the blade of a steak knife (not the handle, just the blade) to fly through the air and lodge in his left shoulder (I am not lucid). Sonny, I do not mind at all. However, they soon leave together.

From here, I go outside and have the familiar sense of being in control and making my dream at one level, though still not lucid in any way. As I watch the truck, I am also aware of a nearby cliff (although there are certainly no cliffs near the area in reality). I get the sense that he is going to turn and drive straight off the cliff and I feel a sense of pleasant expectation. My dream is very vivid at this point with realistic imagery, sound, and distance perception.

Indeed, he turns, going faster, and drives straight off the cliff on purpose, and as he does, I sense a gasping from numerous people as the truck falls to the ground below. Somehow, I am then seeing a view from ground level near the foot of the cliff, where there is a river (as if I am standing on the water’s surface). The truck is supposedly now underwater. My wife’s younger sister Judy and numerous other people immediately rush into the knee-deep water (though unrealistically, the truck cannot be seen) from being on the sidewalks above just seconds previously (typical illogical dream shift).

Judy is the closest to where the truck apparently hit and sank and it looks like she may try to find them or try to rescue them, but my dream starts to fade from here.

Looking at this dream closely, it appears to be another variation of the waking process metaphor. Oddly, one of my last waking-metaphor dreams also involved George driving around mountains near cliffs, except that we were actual passengers in that case - though we went back to find our real sleeping selves; that is, our real physical bodies before any potential of him driving off a cliff.

The river is the dreaming process (and there is also a light mist above it in this case, although misty rivers sometimes appear at the beginning of apex-lucidity dreams in addition to the pop culture association “Tomorrow Never Knows” by The Beatles) and although the water was getting lower (a sign of waking), an aspect of the dreamer (driver) could no longer be seen. The scene with the knife blade was already “cutting off” the connection of dreaming or dream communication (as I did not “have a handle” on my “imposing” unconscious state or potential lucidity - an oh-so-obvious dream play).

I am not sure why George is sometimes seemingly a facet of my non-lucid dream-self lately (not that often, just every now and then - and assuming it is not a subtle telepathic link as with my wife). One of the only other consistent “drivers” as such has been my brother-in-law Bob. This is curious in that both people have very low intelligence in real life and in the case of Bob, he cannot read (though the ability to read certainly does not denote intelligence or intellect). This may be some sort of play on the non-lucid dream-self lacking critical thinking skills or clearer awareness, perhaps even relating to failed borderline lucidity or even “hidden” lucidity. Since childhood, I have found it curious how I have often been aware of a part of me making my dream as it unfolds, and yet not being lucid in any way. This is especially curious as I have not read about other people with such experiences or particular recall and is one of many reasons why I no longer believe that the so-called subconscious exists; only various levels of mind; within and external (and beyond) - as well as Universal Mind (or non-local mind).

The final scene loosely relates to having just seen “The Red House” (from 1947) with regard to the last scene where Edward G. Robinson as Pete Morgan deliberately crashes and drives into the river under the ice house. Note also the play on “knife blade” and “shoulder blade”.

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I'm writing this post a bit late after waking up, so the details of my dreams are already quite vague

Dream 1: Mafia
I'm a member of the mafia. I don't feel like I'm a really high ranking member, just an ordinary guy. I'm loyal to my Don. I'm inside a building that belongs to us, so it's just us mafioso in there. It's the size of a public building, so pretty big. There's a high ranking guy coming to visit us. Perhaps a Don from another group. Me and another guy from our side have to come up with a plan for a specific purpose and present it to the high ranking guy. We have to make sure to impress him. There are glass doors which lead to a balcony, which somehow feels like it's still inside. Though I never looked down it also feels like it's pretty high up. The Don and the important guy are sitting on the balcony. Me and the other guy enter the balcony and walk to the right, where they are sitting. As we walk it dawns upon me that our plan severely lacks detail and that we'll have to wing it. I start thinking about proper etiquette. I wanted to just shake the important guy's hand, but in my mind's eye I see a dude kissing the hand while on one knee. Do I really have to do that?

In the same building, on the same floor maybe (it's a pretty generic setting; walls with a very light colour and a light greenish hue, no furniture). In the middle of the enormous room there's a big opening. This is the same on all floors, so you can look down all the way until the ground floor. This way I can tell that we're quite a few floors up, though I don't know the exact floor level. A guy gets thrown down all the way. I'm not sure, but I think I fall down with him. There's a pool on the ground floor, exactly where the openings are. Please hit the pool. Please hit the pool! Nope. On the ground next to it.

Still in the same building. A shoot out is taking place. I have an assault rifle, or a similarly big gun. At first I take cover underneath a desk in a cubicle while around me at least 2 people are shooting; 1 from my left, 1 from my right. I say people but they are not. I'm not sure what I should call them. Cartoonish entities. Eventually I myself am in the middle of it. I point my gun at 'someone' and can see through my scope that my aim is good. I'm shooting without using my scope though. A bit later or earlier I'm shooting at someone without using a scope, maybe because my gun doesn't have one. I have a long barrel though and it seems to be bend slightly cause all my shots deviate.


I read an article yesterday evening about Syrian refugees and the influence of the Turkish mafia.

Dream 2: FA?
I woke up around maybe 2 in the morning for no apparent reason. After that I could hear noise coming from my housemate's room, which annoyed me as I tried to get back to sleep. I'm not even sure if that last part was a dream or not. I think not. Next thing I know I'm at Albert Heijn, a Dutch chain of supermarkets. I wake up (again?), thinking how silly it is that I was so annoyed by my housemate and not being able to fall asleep, while I was having a FA.

Dream 3: Golf
It's as if I'm looking at a commercial. One of my former highschool classmates is standing inside a clothing(?) store with a dark wooden floor. The kind that might still give you a splinter if you ran your fingers over it. He's starring in a commercial and they're shooting it right now. No surprise, he's a good looking guy. He gets asked to shoot a golfball at the mirror. I wonder if the owner of the shop is ok with this.

Fragment: Isa
I dreamt about a friend of mine, Isa. I'm not so sure what happened anymore. She has some stuff which may or may not be hers. At one point she makes haste to get away on her bicycle.

I am immediately recognize that I am lucid within a dream as I am browsing through a Walmart. I remind myself that whatever my expectations are that is what will manifest itself within the dream. So I decide to stay calm and know that this dream does not have to end sooner than it should.

So I become mindful of my body and just slowly walk observing the environment enjoying myself. Then I end up in an outside area where people seem to be sitting at picnic tables socializing. I noticed a random dream character that appeared to look interesting so I approached the person and asked what is your name. The dream character responded my name is Arlene.

Shortly afterwards the dream spontaneously shifted to me standing into what seemed a very sacred area full of beautiful flowers and other remarkable items surrounding me. I have in my hand a sacred text and as I'm reading this text I think wow this is compose so beautifully, I wonder how my mind is coming up with this. I think maybe I'm channeling this information from an outside source, you never know.

Then as I'm reading this text a vision of a distant galaxy composed of beautiful pastel colors reveals itself is a Pure Land. I feel deeply inspired as if I can feel the good energy directing itself from the Pure Land directly towards me. Then I wake up.This dream was very beautiful. I also want to note that the text I was reading in the dream was written by master by the name of Lama Zopa.

I am immediately recognize that I am lucid within a dream as I am browsing through a Walmart. I remind myself that whatever my expectations are that is what will manifest itself within the dream. So I decide to stay calm and know that this dream does not have to end sooner than it should.

So I become mindful of my body and just slowly walk observing the environment enjoying myself. Then I end up in an outside area where people seem to be sitting at picnic tables socializing. I noticed a random dream character that appeared to look interesting so I approached the person and asked what is your name. The dream character responded my name is Arlene.

Shortly afterwards the dream spontaneously shifted to me standing into what seemed a very sacred area full of beautiful flowers and other remarkable items surrounding me. I have in my hand a sacred text and as I'm reading this text I think wow this is compose so beautifully, I wonder how my mind is coming up with this. I think maybe I'm channeling this information from an outside source, you never know.

Then as I'm reading this text a vision of a distant galaxy composed of beautiful pastel colors reveals itself is a Pure Land. I feel deeply inspired as if I can feel the good energy directing itself from the Pure Land directly towards me. Then I wake up.This dream was very beautiful. I also want to note that the text I was reading in the dream was written by master by the name of Lama Zopa.

This one is quick because the dream was destabilized pretty quickly once I became lucid. Anyways, I dreamt I was in whole foods and I thought "Why the fuck am I in here? All this shit is over-priced!" Then I realized it was a dream. It all turned a muddy brown and then I was awake.

I have had several "prophetic" dreams over the years, in which a similar situation I dreamed appears in waking life, or direct situational experiences that happen in my dreams then happen in my life a few days later.

Some examples that I can remember:

In Dream: Boss comes to me worried and upset because the til was off by $40.
In reality: A couple weeks after, my boss comes to me freaking out because the til was off by $40

(Just for reference, I work at a music retail store)
In Dream: Checking new oboe reed stock as it comes in, annoyed at my coworkers for not checking them in themselves, notice one of the few reeds I had ordered was "stripping" at the sides of the reed, making it a "bad oboe reed"
In reality: A few days later, I get new oboe reed stock in and, checking them over, I notice one of the reeds was "stripping" in the exact manner that I was shown in my dream

In one of my 'nightmare' dreams (Check my DJ): While getting out of a haunted house, very large, very hairy spiders surround the door frame of the house.
In reality: A few days later, while baby sitting, I turn to lead the kids out the door and to the bus stop I notice their parents had put up Halloween decorations. One of the decorations was a string of plastic spiders hung around their door frame. The spiders were the same size, same color, and same "hairiness" as the spiders in my dream, except these ones were fake (obviously)

Several instances (though I can't remember exactly) where I am told something or someone says something and that same word or phrase is said just days later in a similar situation with the same inflection and tone as in my dream.

What are your takes on oneiromancy or dream divination? Are my examples "valid" examples of such things?