Morning of June 2, 2015. Tuesday. Of all the thousands of dreams I have documented since early childhood, I am still somewhat intrigued by how they can so easily create “amnesia” (in so quickly “wiping out” years of memory and knowledge, yet so quickly restoring mental faculties and critical thinking skills upon waking), link to whatever mechanism it is that allows for remote viewing and short-term and long-term precognition (although I now know that the conscious mind is more viable for that, so that point is probably moot), and yet so easily alter locations and layouts in a particular transient setting. Of the different types of dreams and different levels of consciousness, I still have no real theories on the creative mechanism, the one that instantly alters everything in such a convincing way, other than with certain types of lucid dreams and certain levels of scripted dreams. Going over and over the nature of different dream types and renderings is becoming more of a focus than ever because nothing I’ve ever read (commercially) has any credibility related to my lifelong study. I guess I am trying to solve the mystery of consciousness itself as well as whatever “it” is that has given me such a strange advantage and established my partnership with my dream girl in real life - and why so many “impossible” things have happened from day to day, even as a toddler (regarding the self-motivated restoring of my left hand and “rewiring” my brain for lack of a better term). Sometimes the more mundane a dream seems (depending on its level of vividness), the more it fascinates me in its minor divergences from real environmental features without the temporary incarnation of the particular dream-self immediately recognizing it as such. In this shorter dream, my sister Marilyn (deceased) is in Australia (she has never been outside the United States) and in our present home on W Street. She is at the computer in the kitchen, the one my two youngest sons are often on in the morning. I am not sure what she is doing (or what program or game she is running). I am not sure of the time, though the house is semi-dark and I see no obvious light source anywhere. This dream alters the known environment by placing the couch that normally faces north (in our living room and toward the front door) as its back adjacent to the open space into the kitchen and facing west (which is opposite the direction of the kitchen - the couch has never been near this part of the house in reality - it is meant to be a dining room but we use it as a bedroom with the kids using all the other actual bedrooms). Even though our couch would fit in this space in reality, there would otherwise not be enough clearance into our kitchen unless a person carefully sidestepped through. My wife and I are being romantic on the couch (at this point I am not yet aware that my older sister is in the kitchen behind us). She is on my left. Eventually, my left hand absentmindedly goes down between a cushion and I soon find that I am holding something that looks like the chrome piece from a Revell car model kit; probably a tail light without the plastic bulb cover. However, I begin to think it is too large to be from a model kit and that it may be a piece from one of my youngest son’s toy cars. Although it seems far too small to be from a real car, my sister asks me what car it is from (this being the first time I heard her speak or was aware of her being there) as if she apparently owns several “real” cars. I get up and go into the kitchen to show it to her. It looks like a somewhat trapezoidal toy-like tail light with two other smaller implied lights connected to the main piece (again, somewhat as from a model where it is one solid chrome piece where if for a real car there would be a few pieces as such). I absentmindedly “explain” that it goes on the right side of the back of a car, above the main tail light. She seems puzzled about it and I contemplate what she is thinking about one of her cars being damaged, though this is not certain (in real life, she never drove or owned a car - only her husband did). Once again, a dream has an unrelated “carryover” from another very recent dream (usually of the morning before). I have become more and more aware of this type of dream-related “anomaly” over the years, having seen it hundreds of times in the past five years. In one of my several dreams from yesterday (“Unsuccessful Market”), it featured a point where I also found toy-like metallic parts within a larger object, that being a large “ball of candy”. This seems to be a completely different process than lifelong recurring dreams that are much the same overall. I am not sure if it is relative to anything significant or some sort of residual element from each prior dream from doing dream work so often. Along with what I know now as common “anniversary” dreams (both before and after particular date associations - sometimes in a precognitive or postcognitive sense - though it also related to emerging conscious memories), I have never seen a hint of it mentioned in any dream literature even though I have experienced it virtually countless times.
There is a huge leather bound tome, full of people's teeth. Not pictures of teeth, actual teeth. The book flies around, spinning through the air, and hits people in the mouth. This was likely inspired by Golan the Insatiable.
#441 - DILD - 10:39PM I normally wouldn't count this, but a rare thing happened. I got a DILD literally within the first few minutes of sleep. I was at work talking to my buddy while he was doing some work on a machine. I'm not sure we were having any real conversation, I think it was just random thought words. I noticed I was feeling odd, like heavy bodied and sluggish. I realized this as a dream sign and said, "Dude, I think I am dreaming." When I said that I uncontrollably slumped over and the dream went dark. I tried to hold on, but I slowly woke up.
Burger restaurant I'm with three or four guys, friends of mine. We're standing across the street from a huge burger restaurant - their building is just a huge light-blue cube. Near the door is a sign - a printed tarp type thing hung on the wall, advertising a few of their menu items. A regular burger is about $4.50. They also list double burgers, one pound burgers, and hot dogs, but somehow the prices for each of these items is covered by something else that's been stuck on top of the menu. Without my noticing, one of my group has gone off and come back with a burger, which he's now eating. I ask if he got it from this place, but he says that he went up the street to another restaurant. I decide I don't care, the prices can't be too bad, and this place looks interesting, so I go in followed by the rest of my friends. Now we're inside. I grab a plate and a napkin, since it's a kind of buffet. I don't see any burgers in this part, but there's salad stuff laid out across many small tables scattered through the area. As I'm pondering what to get, I see one of my friends with a tray. That would make things so much easier, so I ask him where he got it and he points back to the table with the plates. Going back to it, I can see where the trays are supposed to be, but there aren't any now. I see a couple of employees walking around, so I ask one about them. She says there's a problem with the tray dispenser, but then another employee - a young woman - pipes up with a workaround. Going back over, I'm able to reach down into the tray hole, grab one, and pull it up and out. It's still wet - it seems they leave them in a warm water bath, but that if things are working properly they'll be dry before anyone picks them up. With my plate and tray, I return to the food. I'm still a bit nervous about the price and hope that I don't end up with a really expensive meal. The only price I see in this room says that extra toppings for your burger are one dollar for as much as you want. I reason that the salad is probably cheap or free with the burger, since they want you to fill up on the cheap stuff, so I start loading my plate with stuff that looks good. Timezones I'm in a living room with my brother in law, talking about time. My watch has somehow gotten badly off - I wonder if I forgot to wind it. We end up talking about time zones, and I suggest that it may be easier if the whole world goes to zulu time. He laughs, but I explain that I'm at least partly serious, then use a couple examples I know of to demonstrate what an incredible pain timezones and timezone conversions are. Covert Op I'm part of a team trying to pull off some kind of covert operation. In my possession is a picture frame, roughly eight by twelve, which is subdivided into smaller frames by an ornate silver border (five subframes, I think). I'm taking this to an artist who specializes in making paintings of people after they've died. This is a bit outside his normal realm, but since it belonged to a mam who recently died, we think he'll be OK with it. Now in the store, I'm explaining to the man what I need, and he agrees. I need to ask him to do a rush job and have it ready by Thursday (only a day or two away) when some rivals start to come in ( I see them through the store front windows before they see me). Now I'm in another room looking through at them. I rig something up with expanding foam and socks. They're superstitious and, fooled by my large wobbling blobs carrying what look like weapons, flee. Since this place is important to our cause, I spend some time improving its defenses, making sure the guy isn't interrupted while he works on our thing. At some point I notice a little gallery of his handiwork, and I actually think it's pretty ugly, but that doesn't matter to the plan. Fragment I'm in a back room with some guys looking at some sites. Now there are more people in here and one of our elders is about to start some kind of lesson.
Sleeping and recall problems this night.
I'm walking through the basement of a tower, grey stone walls. There's some kind of chaos going on on the main floors above me, a distraction while I was taking care of something in the dungeon on the next floor down - but now that it's time to go, I want to avoid getting caught in whatever's happening on the main level. There's two people waiting for me with two different escape routes - neither of them knows exactly what I was doing here, neither of them knows me personally, and neither them knows about the other. There's a person I work with who'd arranged for a man to meet me by the stairs up to the main floors, but I'm having second thoughts about trusting him. And there's a woman waiting by a wooden door that leads elsewhere; she's not involved at all, she just wants to escape whatever's going on upstairs and is willing to take me with her, recognizing me as a friend of a friend. I believe she would be more sympathetic to what I was doing here, if it came out. Deciding to go with that woman at the wooden door, I'm doubling back, passing by the stairs leading down to the dungeon. I debate whether I have time to go back down there - there had been something else I'd wanted to look into down there, though it's not a priority. I start down those steps, but it becomes so dark I can't see, and I have a vague impression of massive chains. I can hear a woman's voice crying. I decide I don't have time to be fumbling around in the dark, and I head back up the stairs. (Woke up. Back to sleep.) A man is looking at a wall recently painted green in an attempt to emulate some other place, and talking to someone about a man he knows, saying that while he wasn't looking, the man went and got married to people so unsuited - people, plural, meaning both the wife and the stepkids - people he'll have to keep secrets from. I'm watching light play over the features of the man in question in an interesting way. He's looking at a signet ring with an image of a rose, which he's just removed from a hiding place in the base of a lamp. I'm hearing a kind of tinkling sound like a music box repeating a single measure over and over again.
The dreams started in the middle of an old town.. it reminded me of some Italian city. Many people were on the streets this day.. the weather was nice, and a lot of tourists were walking around. And then I have noticed 3 colorful circles on the street. They were really colorful.. somehow dreamy.. in shapes of a hypnotizing spinning circle.. every circle really caught your attention because they were really mystical. And i have watched the circles and the people around. 3 little boys came to play on these circles.. every child picked its own circle.. and i have noticed a strange person nearby.. it was a street performer.. but his eyes were constantly looking in the direction of these circles.. And then I have figured out.. what is going on.. This guy is a serial killer. And actually the victim decides its own fate.. which depends on the circle they are standing in. So this innocent little boys had no clue that one of them is going to be killed very soon. And when i figured this out.. i went to a nearby stand.. and took a knife from the table.. i hid it into my sleeve, so i can approach this maniac without being spotted. I was so angry.. in berserk mode.. i was walking towards him.. but something strange has happened. All the people on the street stopped walking.. and all of them were looking at me. It was strange but still.. i didn´t change my mind about killing this guy. And then.. the voices came.. People said.. one after another.. "dont do it".. "we know you have a knife in your sleeve".. "everyone knows it is you" .. "dont kill him, you will never get away" And i stopped..
I think this is the third night in a row I've had some kind of lucid dream, but like the others, it was fairly sludgy and I didn't seem to have good control over my own actions. I only remember a bit of it. I was in a coliseum or arena like area. It was very much like the arena from the ending of attack of the clones in that it was in a desert-like environment and the arena was built out of sandstone. There was this big army of roman soldiers coming in. (I don't know that they were Romans, They had red crests on their helmets and all fought with short roman swords. There was some antagonistic general riding a chariot. And in the dream I remember thinking about and wondering why I was getting attacked by them and what they might symbolize) I remember I jumped and flew a short distance up into the bleachers of the coliseum to get away because I was getting surrounded. I saw the general guy right behind me on the next step down. He had two of the swords and was getting ready to attack me. "Fus Roh Dah!" There was no blue sonic wave, like in Skyrim, but the general went flying back into the bottom of the coliseum. I saw more guys coming from higher up on the stairs. I began throwing fireballs at them. I then ran sideways along the bleacher as more of the roman guys poured in. I picked up swords from some of the dead ones and fought a couple of them in sword fights. I then decided that I should stop them from coming in since they seemed to be basically endless. I tried to use earthbending to close off the doors but it didn't work. I then remembered that magic words seem to work well. "Azarath Metrion Sythos!" Two stone slabs that made up part of the bleacher started glowing black and I picked them up with a hand motion and used them to knock down an entire legion of the roman guys. I then blocked one of the doors using the slabs. ... Somehow or other I found myself in my house. The second in command of all the roman guys showed up. He was big and had gold decorations on his armor. He pulled a double-ended lightstaber off of his belt. We fought for a few seconds but I hit him in the head with some blunt object. His metal helmet broke like glass and he fell over. He asked me not to kill him. I realized that he was actually my friend C. He said that the general was mind controlling everyone and that by breaking his helmet I had freed him from the mind control. Other stuff happened but I cannot recall what. -WBTB- Something to do with having a water fight with some friends, though I was wearing this weird blue swimsuit that made it hard for me to move.
Updated 06-09-2015 at 02:46 PM by 53527
Eye This dream started with me being somewhere downstairs. A guy I assumed to be Eye took me to a room and wanted to do something I thought would be inappropriate at the time. He told me to stay put and just focus on him but i pushed him away and was going to leave when suddenly i appeared on a bed upstairs. I felt like I had just woken up and feared going back to sleep. I looked at a small picture frame near me and picked it up. There was a picture of Dawn but it was torn in two. I got up after that and looked at another picture I was sure I didn't draw before but decided to forget about it when i noticed my younger brother in the room talking to my mom. The room was kind of dark but i could see a closet open and saw my mom take a red cloak from it, cover herself than leave. I looked at the closet and there was a little sparkly stuff shining in the closet. After that I walked into the living room and Eye came to me again. He told me to follow him downstairs so I did. When we got to the hall downstairs i heard music coming from my older brother's room and wondered if Dawn would be there. But decided not to let myself get distracted by him. When Eye and I were going to enter my old room (that is now a junk room filled with all my dad stuff) Eye stopped to close the backyard door. After that two little boys ran up to us, supposedly from my older brother's room. Eye mentioned how they could have been Dawn's nephews. I told them to go back to the room than turned and saw that Eye didn't close the door that well than heard a door knob twist. "Lock the door Eye." I told him. He went up to the door and now it looked like there was a switch near the door. Eye was experimenting with it to see if it would lock.I went into the room and noticed that the door had openings all over that mean't anyone could get in. I felt uncomfortable about it but I woke up after that. Tried Calling Kiro But got Eye Instead I appeared on the bed and couldn't move. I heard my mom talking and making noise though. I sort of had a feeling that Kiro took over my body and was in control of it. But than I realized after a bit that i was just paralyzed in a dream.I kept thinking about Kiro, closed my eyes and let myself fall into a different setting. Eventually I appeared in an apartment building where there was a door open. I could see the inside of a hallway and a living room. But the lighting was dim. A small version of I and my brothers appeared and ran out the apartment playfully. I thought it was cute but told them to go back inside since I didn't want to explore the outside of the building. They ran inside and I walked in and closed the door. I than walked through the hall calling for Kiro. But than a big doll sized black spider with really long thin legs appeared sliding through the hall behind me. It grabbed me from behind and told me to hide with it in a corner.I didn't know whether to trust it or not but decided to just go with it. But than out f no where it changed into a big black sort of animated looking,(maybe in the style of invader zim), cat. It was floating as it grabbed me from behind and was pushing me around in the apartment. " Don't you remember me!? Your favorite doll Adia!?" It said pushing and pulling me. I managed to get it off me and started hitting it though telling it that it was no demon. Looking at the flowers though made me think how funny and alternate world like this seemed. After hitting it for a bit it changed into a stuffed doll tiger and than i asked the boy who came out of it who he was. He said he was Eye. I wanted to see Kiro but decided it was okay to just hang with Eye for a bit. I looked at him than asked him how old he was. He said 12 and that is what he looked like at the time. I than started walking and calling for Kiro again. Eye followed and we ran and jumped through a window that seemed like a blue portal.The scene ended up changing to a non lucid one where I was looking at a screen of a red hair anime girl that mentioned how she was going to be queen and was going to destroy the titain. It than changed to a video game where I had to help the main protagonist, who was Eye, by filling his power source with water. Others helped too but than the scene changed again. I was now in a park with a group of teens and a old guy. We were separated into two groups. I decided to stay near Eye as he was playing with his friends. Seeing myself toss a Pie like a frisbee though made me fully lucid. I decided to roll with it though. We were playing with the pie frisbee until i saw the old guy getting mad that we were on his side. He was bulding a wooden contraption so he could shoot the others with. I started breaking it piece by piece after i broke the top wooden part and told him I wasn't going to allow him to hurt them. After that I went up to Eye who was sitting down and noticed he was now blonde with blue eyes. "Are you french?" I asked him. "No" said Eye staring at the ground. "Are you italian?" I asked. "No!" he said still staring at the ground. "Than what are you? You have blonde hair and blue eyes." I told him. He didn't tell me but just looked at me than told me something I don't remember. I thought about how I felt good seeing him the way he was before and took in the moment i had with him until i woke up. Cartoon City I was in my living room trying to stop kids who were running all around. I had finished stopping a few of them from setting a trap and now i was trying to keep them from running away. But after trying to help a little girl that looked familiar, fix a lego toy, i realized it was a dream. I flew out the house and ended up inside another setting that sort of looked like a cartoon city. I was flying over it than landed in what seemed like the interior of a home. There was a really big t.v. playing a cartoon on it i thought to be Doug. I wanted to go inside of it to see where it would take me but than i changed my mind. After that a tall buff guy with blue viking like hair grabbed me from behind and started humping me saying he wasn't going to stop till the 154th day. I pushed him away and got the feeling he looked like the middle age viking version of Eye. I changed the setting into a huge ocean after that and we we were swimming in the ocean that had high waves. The sun was shining and we saw a boat with katara and aang in it. I threw a plate thinking of it as a Frisbee at them and they manged to throw it back at me and the other guy. But than the plate went past us and the ocean started drying up until it became a office. A girl who was supposedly an actor was looking for something and asked me about it. I said I didn't know than took a bite out of something crispy i saw laying around. It tasted like cinnamon. After the viking like guy left and i walked around a bit I woke up. Pictures I was inside a game like world where I found hidden passages that had pictures of Dawn. The place had a sort of pirate feel to it and I remember getting on a ship.
In this disturbing dream one of my best friend's died. I don't know how. The dream was kind of in the aftermath knowing she was dead, contacting her husband, the shock of it.
I was browsing on Facebook when I came across a video that my middle school bully T was tagged in. As I watched it, it featured a bunch of people standing in a dimly lit ballroom. They were lined up in an arc in female, male, female, male order. All the women were wearing suits and ties, and the men were wearing hot pink baby clothes. (Don't know why they were baby clothes and not dresses ) T was on the far right wearing baby clothes like everyone else. Everyone in the video began to do this choreographed dance. Upon reading the description, this was some transgender pride thing. T is bi IRL but not trans. I found this funny because of how T accused me of being gay back in middle-school, which I'm not. I got a good laugh out of it.
It was the beginning of the school year/ I was getting food at my college campus's cafeteria. I really wasn't in a good mood so I sat far in the corner by myself. Some new freshman (I'll be a sophomore) came and sat next to the table I was at. There was one guy and a bunch of girls. They started talking about stuff. I stayed quiet, but after a while I sort of slipped into the conversation. The girls all left to get more food, and I talked to the one guy that was there. He had brown hair and a short beard. He said that he knew me from Target. (Backstory: I met this guy shopping in Target, and became friends, and got something to eat afterwards. This is a dream backstory, it never happened IRL." I said it was great to see him again. The girls came back. Some of them were making negative comments about the school. One said, "So where's the campus?", implying the campus was ugly. None of them were really cute either.
Morning of June 1, 2015. Monday. The first part of this dream sequence concerns a large lump of multicolored soft candy, which is actually as big as a basketball at one point. It is almost Playdough-like. I chew on some though am not fully sure if it is meant to be swallowed or used more like gum, though I do seem to be eating it for a short time. I assume purple is grape, yellow is lemon, red is strawberry, green is lime, orange is orange (citrus), and blue is blueberry. The flavor is fairly strong. As I pull certain pieces apart and roll the rest back into a ball, I find small toys stuck within some parts; many metallic figures (likely soldiers) and even a couple miniature ladders. I get the impression that there is only supposed to be one “prize” per smaller candy pack, but there are several in this larger blob - almost as if some just happened to appear mysteriously. There are at least two larger balls of this candy and I am getting the idea that the items inside can be sold at a local flea market, assuming we get enough to bother with for one day or so. (I do not give them to my youngest son because they are apparently mostly duplicates of what he already has.) My wife and I end up at a flea market which seems to be at a location that is a composite of the area just north of us in real life near the zoo and the south school grounds from my old elementary school in Florida, including the playground, though the setting seems a bit different than either location. It seems we do not have much to sell and are mostly there to see how the market operates. After wandering around for a time, there is a sudden heavy rain and wind that causes everyone to go into a large warehouse-like building but still be publicly available to buy things from. My wife and I want to see how people are doing, but are not sure how to get into the building. We end up going through an area that seems like a large bathroom, which seems rather strange to have as an entrance in a public area even if it is the back part of the building (though still with nearby public sidewalk access). After we go through, we reach a room where a (unknown) family is seated on the floor. I sit down and there is some sort of minor conflict about which items (some sort of snack foods I think) belong to which person at this point, due to the chaos from everyone rushing into the building when the rain and wind suddenly started. A (unknown) dark-haired girl in a cross-legged sitting position says that the items I had decided to pick up from the floor belong to her family even though I had the impression that I had dropped them just before. I decide not to protest her possibly erroneous claim.
Morning of June 1, 2015. Monday. I deliberately semi-lucidly reset my dream about four times. The way I did it involved having to be on my left side and mentally focusing on an area above the center of our bed, which is similar to a routine relating to my more abstract dream sequences. I have often deliberately gone back into the same dream scenario throughout my life by semi-lucid intent and typically made both lucid and non-lucid changes for each version prior to waking for the day. Jordan Gavaris of “Orphan Black” is in an unusual production of “Swan Lake” with unfamiliar people (other than a younger version of my wife Zsuzsanna) and at one point is wearing a white bodysuit (though people seem to change costumes quickly while still on the stage). The stage is mostly like a large platform that is elevated and centered very high above the audience and access is via one corner that is much like a circus trapeze setup. I do not seem to be directly involved in the performance even though I am on stage most of the time. Unused stage props and equipment remain on the stage at all times. The only way that any members of the audience far below could see the stage is by way of monitors near ground level, though I am not directly aware of any cameras nearby. Although I am somewhat wary of the edges of the stage, it seems safe enough. At one point, Jordan and a few others ride in a sleigh-like vehicle that looks like a white swan, which is being pulled by a rope by a machine on one side of the stage. I am perceiving and copying (to a lesser extent) Jordan’s mood in his wariness about being too close to the edge of the platform at times, but he does not fall. In one of the last resets, an unknown male climbs up to the platform from far below. I am not sure if he is involved in the production though he watches for a time. Oddly, I get the impression he may also be a known serial killer (something to do with his appearance seeming slightly familiar as such) but I am not that worried, because there are so many other people around. In all versions of my dream, I begin to feel an intense exhilaration at being so high up even though there is a vague sense of the whole setup possibly being precarious and an awareness that people could easily fall to their death at any moment, especially in going near the edges of the platform. In the last reset, the platform seems higher than ever. When I look down at one area, the audience is so far away, I can barely discern individual people. It seems somewhat like a football stadium at this point (though about four times the distance from the center), with the platform elevated from the center of the field. The curious sensations of giddiness and exhilaration continue, though not enough to be disorienting. I do not become fully lucid at any point even though I was aware enough to reset my dream a few times. Additionally, there is the typical indoor-outdoor ambiguity, where I seem to be in an indoor and outdoor setting simultaneously. For example, the “curtains” which seem to be at a distance and impossibly large, also seem integrated as the “sky” at times. I explain this dream type further in “Dreams of Type PRECONAV-VSCPCEL, 01-15”.
Updated 07-04-2018 at 11:00 AM by 1390
Not My Type I'm outside Rita & Bruce's house, doing some work for them. I start having a conversation with a female. Someone tells me that she fancies me, but she isn't my type of female I go for generally. I begin to think that people will think I'm gay for turning her down. I see her again later from the distance, walking near a fence. I remember having bad odor.
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