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I forgot much, but one fragment lingers: a recurring dream in which I kind of forgot I live alone, and sleep at my old parent's home for a few days instead. I reluctantly told my dad I was going back home after today. I know why I have this dream so often. Living alone can be pretty lonely, just me and my computer. I like being around people, even if it means having less independence.

On second thought, another fragment. I was in a very large room, where many people from throughout my life were assembled - people that have probably never met each other, like from school, work, hobbies, ...
Nathan was there (back from high school), talking to some other guy (from work? Another school?). I, uh, think that at one point, he grabbed my throat while making a joke about me.

Was having a nld it was around 5 am I woke up and realised I must put my mind more into LD mode so started imagining myself coming Lucid by looking at my hand s and then saying I am dreaming - then I wanted to remember where my body was in bed and say my name out loud and some other names I have that friends call me coz I have been reading the great thread started by Sageouse about memory ( which I really like and am still reading as there is sooo much more to LDreaming as everyone keeps saying on that thread!)

Anyway this time I forgot all that and remembered I wanted to try for the task of the month when Ny told me about it in last message. So I wanted to smell and taste a lovely ripe pear - so I did !

I was going along in my NL and feeling quite perky I started to engage with some of the DC around me, flirting, so I started getting the feeling of Lucidity in that way I think ... So I came to the end of a row of DC and I saw a deep dark pool of water - just from one second to the next I knew I had to dive into the water to get Lucid/ so I jumped - it was very dark and deep so didn't feel that great but suddenly I knew this was a dream and remembered my goal. I imagined a pear floating towards me and took hold of it and smelt it- yes it smelt like a pear - I bit into it - yes it tasted yummy like a pear - I woke up soon after this as the water was not that enjoyable ; dark, murky etc.

Lucidity was not vast - I noticed my dreaming space was quite small - I could not see far around me - it will be great to see far and wide one of these Lucid Dream day/Nights

So I think that means I have done a totm!? If so its my first

I had somehow or other been taken to this remote location that was named to be some kind of summer camp but was really more like Juvy or Prison. The camp was in the woods, on top of a hill in the middle of nowhere. The outer are of the camp, all of the property that they owned was fenced off by a chain-link fence with barbed wire. The inside wall was a high concrete wall with four guard towers at the corners.

In the camp there were four Quonset huts that were the different dorms. Each dorm had slightly different uniforms and rules, and was for a different personality type (They were kind of like the Hogwarts Houses). There was a cafeteria building, a couple classrooms, and an administration building where security guards met and guarded the whole building.

The Head Master (who looked kind of like like Kim Jong Un) came out and told everyone that he made a deal with them. Since his camp was really strict, he would use deadly force on anyone caught trying to escape. But, if they made it past the outer fence, he would call off his guards and leave, because clearly, anyone good enough to try and escape and get out was too strong willed for them to contain.

I remember us having uniforms at the camp. Not really much to say about them, they were kind of generic, suit and necktie for boys and dress for girls.

I don't remember much about the content of the camp, what we learned. Some of the stuff was basic school stuff, math, science, etc. Some of it was stuff designed to brainwash us into thinking that our leader (the headmaster of the camp) was great. I also took note of the fact that they fed students very generously and had not physical education program, and that students who had been around awhile had grown to be quite pudgy. I figured this was part of what made it harder to escape.

I do remember going to the class a couple of times. The teacher was a stern old witch and the class was taught in a very old-fashioned looking classroom. I remember class went on for many hours each day, though the material that was covered was fairly elementary.

I remember classtime was important, particularly to people who were planning escapes. It gave us hours where we could plan things. Most of the books we were given had extra blank pages to make them look thicker and more educational, and disguise the amount of actual content in them. These could be easily and quietly removed one at a time giving you free paper to write notes to students that you otherwise wouldn't have.

Others insisted on using mealtime to make escape plans and relay information. Like I said, the food here wasn't the best. It seemed like their intention was to fatten students up with the amount of doughnuts, pies, rolls and mac-n-cheese they were always serving us, and something about some of the dishes tasted really off. There were probably some horrible mind-control chemicals or something in them. Though there were foods I found good, particularly the apples that they always had in a bowl at the end of the counter. They were picked from an apple tree just inside the concrete wall by a small patch of bush. It was the only place in the camp that was not mowed.

And just about everyone I talked to wanted to get out or tried making escape plans. I remember being in the bathroom of my dorm building (It was the only place that there were never any security guards.) A dark, dirty and stinky place. The dorm was also co-ed so there were boys and girls sharing a bathroom. It seemed as though those of us freshman. (People who had been here just a couple months, or had just arrived) Were much more inclined to hatching escape plans than our seniors. Probably because more of the seniors had been brainwashed or realized that escape was futile.

I do remember not any more than a couple days after I got there, the sophomores tried to escape. Nearly the entire class was in on it. I remember watching from the window at my dorm. I knew their plan was to sneak onto the food truck that delivered to the cafeteria and hide in the empty boxes and sit back as the food truck drove them away. They had actually invited me to join as well, but I declined them telling them I would get out later. I was glad I didn't join up with them, because the plan ended up failing, they were caught by the guards.

Did I mention the levels of punishment here? Level one, for just a minor one time thing was just a harsh scolding. If you did something against the rules on purpose, you were paddled. If a big violation earned you public whipping, and formulating or attempting escape plans earned you death. The leaders of the team were put to death, while most of the other students got off with a whipping. (Moreso because they didn't want to kill off the entire sophomore class.)

Yeah, I was going to escape. But I was gonna come up with my own plan, one that I knew could not fail. But first, I was going to need intel and I was going to need to get in good with the headmaster. Intel was the easy part. I remember this short black girl who seemed to know an awful lot about the school and was great at channeling information. I asked her to send all that she knew to me in code.

Getting in good with the headmaster guy took some sucking up. Trying in the classes. I even wrote a short speech about how great he was for extra credit. This got me major points with him, but made me lose trust with some of the students thinking I had been brainwashed. The black girl didn't lose trust in me though, she knew it was all part of my plan.

The one other thing I had to watch out for was the way the school caused people to fall out of shape by serving carb-laden foods and the lack of a phys-ed program. This was easy, I would go into the bathroom during the middle of the night and practice martial arts, that coupled with just staying away from the weird-tasting food kept me in fighting shape for the day of my escape.

At one point, I found out an alternate escape route. Originally I was going to get out the front gate, but I found that by the apple tree and the one area of plant growth inside the wall; if you were to sneak in there, there was a small hole somebody had dug beneath the concrete wall. It was difficult to fit through, but I managed to do so. On the other side was a sheer drop-off about 50 feet of clifface. This was where the camp/prison place drained all of their water and there was a small stream running out of the base of the mountain.

There was also a rope bridge along with many platforms that connected the trees in the forest that lay beyond. You had to jump from platform to platform, but they led you about halfway out to barbed wire chain-link fence. The funny thing was, I could even see a hole in that from where I was standing. I was also paying attention to the drainage pipe. It was more than big enough to crawl out of. It was big enough for someone short like me to walk out of.

There was a male student sitting on one of the platforms fishing with a makeshift pole. He told me that this was an escape route he had made to help students get out. It all seemed a little bit too good to be true, and I thought that there was no way it could be this easy, or many more students would have done it a long time ago. Sure enough, it was a trap to see if I would escape or if I was loyal, and by refusing to escape, I had proven my loyalty.

It was a few days later. The other students thought that my escape had failed and that I had been punished. I told them that was not the case and showed them a drawing of the escape platforms in the woods and told them about the trap. I then went outside and sat under the apple tree. All of the other growth had been mowed and cut down, but the apple tree remained. I helped myself to one when the Headmaster showed up. He congratulated me for remaining loyal and doing well in my classes. He took note of the fact that I was not wearing my uniform necktie, but didn't seem to care.

He got up to leave, but I dropped the apple I was going to eat. He picked it up for me. It was a shame too, he started to seem like a nice guy, and it was time for my escape plan, too.

I lunged at him from behind. I wrapped my necktie around his head, gagging him. I put a couple of sharp pencils to his neck. The guards noticed as I started walking him around to through the dorms to the front gate. I told the guards to open the gate and they did. Just outside the main gate, I let the man go, but left the necktie gag on.

"Good Game!" I sneered at him, and got into my parents' green van that had been left in the parking lot. I got the emergency key and drove off.

...

I was hunted by some of his guards. (He didn't keep his promise.) I remember I stopped at a gas station and the guards tried to disintegrate the van using laser guns. I had to get into an old white car in order to get away.

There was also some alternate part of the dream where the platforms in the woods were not a trap created by the headmaster, but rather the test you needed to pass in order to graduate.

I was tired that evening and I massaged a calf to my wife. After about half an hour I felt I'm losing comprehension of reality(my body was falling to sleep).
So I laid down and started to relax... it went fast to generate feeling of heaviness and heat in my body, to lose feelings from body sensors... To lose thoughts. Only consciousness remained. I was point of consciousness floating in white shining space, in clean light.(Normally I'm in black space, this was something new But black space doesn't mean that I'm in any kind of discomfort. The feeling of peace is the same.)
Time was running around me, but I didn't feel timeflow. I was existing in shining light, in peace, without thoughts. After about one hour my wife tried to wake me up , she needed help with our children. What she managed was, that I started to comprehend physical world... but only sounds from it. I started to feel my body, dimly. It was hot and very relaxed. I told my wife that I need help to stand up, that I don't have strong contact with my body. But I said it probably only into astral world.
I pushed my will inside my legs and arms to move them, but instead, I did fast full separation into astral world probably. I projected inside my room, only it was all shining white. I moved around a little, floating. My wife was shouting again for me. I went back to my body to try to move physical body. I couldn't move it a millimeter. My body felt very tired and relaxed. I tried again to tell my wife that I need help to stand up to reconnect faster with my body. I found up that I can't move with ane muscle. I pushed my mouth to open a little and tried to speak, but my vocal chords were not functioning. I concentrated on them then... I managed to move muscles on vocal chords, but no sound was going out. I found up that I don't breathe fast enough... there wasn't pressure of air to resonate on the vocal chords. My cycle of breath in/out was longer than 30 seconds... and with very slow air movement. I couldn't speak with that. In the physical world that is. But I heard myself speaking despite of that. Probably into astral. I found out that I don't have control of my lungs.
I tried again to move my hands and again I was out in shining white astral. Therefore I pushed my consciousness back into my body again. My consciousness was steering itself automatically to shut down any disruption of state of clean existence. Into peaceful thoughtless state. I pushed my will into my body limbs again despite of resistance. My real me wanted something else- going back into meditation. But I knew I need to stand up. I managed to rotate physical body to side of bed and partially down of bed. It took a few minutes to get feeling of gravity and balance strong enough to stand up, to fasten breathing, to strengthen and control muscles.

Normally I do things different. Normally I try to stay in astral. As long as possible. This was new experience
Despite how this looks like, this wasn't traumatizing experience. Yeah, I had problems to regain control of my body. But that was because of tiredness and because I didn't really want to go back. I never wanted to go back from astral, from that peaceful place. I would ditch my body if that is possible probably long time ago. But I have responsibilities. Therefore it is not priority But again, if possibility emerged, I would do it in that state of consciousness without thinking.

I woke up on a buildings roof, and god am I afraid of heights. It seemed as if a party was going on on the floor below me, and I looked around. At this point I wasn't lucid. It seemed to me to be Dubai, the way this building was and looking around that's what it looked like to me. The only other person on the roof with me was a woman, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I don't remember her face, but I can tell you, this woman was gorgeous. We exchanged conversation, and I asked her how to get off the roof. (This was a HUGE sky scraper). She hugged me, held on, and jumped off the edge with me. I actually felt my stomach lurch as we were falling so fast. Then we landed. Softly. I was surprised. At this point my conscious mind was questioning the dream, but wasn't lucid - yet. She took hold of my hand and asked me what I wanted to do, so we walked around for a little bit and found a beach with jet skis. We got on them and road them for the majority of the dream, enjoying the BEAUTIFUL weather (I could feel the warmth hitting my back, the water splashing on me as I rode the jet ski). I was in paradise. I loved it. I had this gorgeous woman with me and I was on the beach jet skiing, two of my favorite things! Suddenly it looked like it was about to storm. I was enjoying this dream so much that I actually attained LUCIDITY!! for a couple moments. I looked around, acknowledged my surroundings, and tried to stop the storms with all my might, even though it was one of my firsts times being lucid I just looked closed my eyes and willed it to stop. It ended up turning into a wall, almost like a simulation that turned off. That was when my dream started to end, we left and found ourselves in a conference room. (I wasn't lucid anymore at this point). I seen that my dream was fading and told her(I was semi-lucid now), and we kissed, just a simple on the lips kiss, she said goodbye, and I woke up.
The best dream ever.

I was abroad, and i knew no one. It looked like somesort of erasmus project, because everyone somehow knew me. People here were quite interesting. Some were wearing those frenchmaide costumes.. others were really gothic looking.. i said.. ok .. this is not a bad place to be. And what happens next? we are in the church. Sitting and watching some teathre show.. One girl took a sit next to me.. and said: Matej.. many girls here likes you.. what will you do with it? I dont know.. dont know yet. She looked at me.. and said: you know.. women are not that different from men, and that she knows all about my lovelife. No you dont I replied.. So i looked back to the stage.. and everything was burning.. And no one did nothing.. it somehow looked like a part of the show.. but it was burning quite hard.. My vision started to be blurry.. very blurry.. and in a few seconds later.. it looked like a great party.. everybody was dancing.. and moving around.. but my vision just got worse.. I could not see anything now.. just some blurry shapes.. and I was wearing sunglasses. It was like I am super stoned but dont know from what! What the fuck is going on!!!.. and now I am lying in my bed..I am awake.. or at least i think so.. but one problem still remains. I am still High.. everything is spinning.. and I am trying to open my eyes.. And i cant.. i try really hard.. still cant. What is going on!! ?? and i said to myself.. well.. this has to be a dream.. it has no sense at all.. it has to be a dream, I am dreaming. And It was true.. When i realized that i was dreaming.. some mind vortex opened up.. it was black and gray.. like a gravity hole.. and i was traveling trough it.. I said! well this is the feeling i was telling Nikija about.. It is not really fun.. until you get used to it..
Where am I?
I am l laying on red rooftoop bricks.. oooh.. where am I now? at least my vision is perfect again. I took my time.. and said.. ok .. it is morning, the sunrise is here. And i looked around a bit.. and figured out that I am laying or lying? (or wtf this word should be..) on the top of a really high church.. it should be 300m high at least.. And i was just at the edge of the roof. I was very calm.. and said.. well this could be dangerous.. sleeping so close to the edge.. with such a drop down.. So i stood up.. You have to get out of here, before somebody sees you.. I tried to find an exit from this rooftop and I saw one.. but i had to jump 1m or so.. to another ledge. At the same time.. i saw that someone trough the window and he was walking trough some hallway.. O fuck.. What can I do? Just stand still.. no matter if you are all in black.. and the rooftop is red.. just stand still.. he will not see you!! And I was correct. He did not notice me. So i jumped over the gap and came into the building. Ok.. now i have to find an exit. I was running from door to door.. and my shoes were making such a strange noise.. like I was wearing High heels.. but i looked down.. and the shoes were normal. Well.. fuck it.. I was still running.. here is the kitchen.. and a cook.. i ran and i ran.. trying to be stealth.. hiding in the corners when people were passing by.. and i found some emergency exit.. OH YeA... and i ran down and down those stairs.. until i have reached the first floor. And there was a reception.. Stay casual.. i said to myself.. so i said hi to the receptionist.. and smiled. I made it out of the building.. but i was still pretending that i am going running.. so i was tying my shoes.. and hair. And now all the other people came out of this church.. even the guy who was walking on the hallways.. and he was the principle .. he just said.. Matej.. come here! OOh.. he even knows me. . just great! and when i was walking towards him.. I saw a reflection of myself in the window.. and i was wearing Chef uniform.. so I said to the principle.. do i have to cook today? he said yes!! do I have a punishment or why me? he said.. I just need someone with great sense of logic.. to make the sandwiches..

I just woke up from a dream where I had to sift through piles of trash looking for medical trash (bloody bandages, amputated body parts etc.) so I could then take that found trash and put it in the “proper” trash piles. Also something about lots of poor and destitute people living in underground parking garages that had no working lights.

5.25.15

bed 11:20 am - 9:45pm with 3 or so potty breaks

First time in a while I remember dreams from the whole time I was asleep.

DILD?
I'm walking on a street and I see a pink bunny, no fur, walking on his front legs, upside down. I stop in my track and stare at him. He asks me something like "what you looking at?" and I say "are you for real?". He just looks at me as it is for me to figure it out. I ask him "am I dreaming?" and I look at my hands. I say "yes, I am dreaming" and I remember how just that night before bed I wanted to get lucid.

I don't remember any strong happiness. But I didn't have that in some of my later DILDs either. So I immediatelly leave the scene and start climbing up on the outside of a house. It's like from fairy tales. Lots of wooden design on the house so it's easy to find a foothold and grab something with hands. I easily climb to the top.

I look to another house adjacent to this one. That one is modern, concrete and glass. I stick my head in the open window and say :hello, anybody home?" while I know they are home. I look down and I'm 3 stories high, so I know it will startle them. I start talking about how I like their light colored furniture that has some dark streaks in it. They tell me they could pick that one on one with pink streaks, but I lose interest and leave.

Not sure if still lucid here, probobly not. But me and my dad are building a flying machine out of kitchen chairs. Just attaching 2 behind each other, powered by dream power. I think we actually take it for a spin, or I just describe to him how it would be to be flying.

NEXT dream
I'm with many people. One of them is my friend from school, with some elements from Ophelia. I'm asking her if she still has the "wow" moment when she gets lucid, and she says yes. I'm still trying to figure out if I the previous dream was lucid. We talk about lucids for a while. Someone is giving a lecture while we sit at the tables and talk some more.

There were more dreams, but I only commited these to memory.

In which I attempt to fly in a lucid dream...

Lately, I've been "getting stuck" in the mornings as I try to wake up. This is what I've always called sleep paralysis. I remembered that it's easier to enter a lucid dream from this state, so I decided to try it. I stopped fighting the paralysis and let myself fall into sleep, all the while saying to myself, "I'm dreaming" until I heard the quaking, crashing sound that indicates I'm finally asleep. I stood up and felt light weight. Everything was shiny. I walked towards the front door of my house and, instead of turning the door knob, decided to walk through it. Then I was in the yard under the stars. I decided to try to fly. I flew up over my house and towards the field behind my house, but then I had trouble controlling the flight. I decided to try to fly all the way to the moon, but the flying became more like swimming. I was trying to do the breast stroke through the air and got tired easily. I let myself fall back towards the field behind my house and tried to think of what experience I'd like to have next. I tried wishing for things to see if they appeared, but suddenly I realized I was standing on my front porch again. I didn't remember getting there and realized I'd lost control of the dream. This woke me up.

In which I dream again about H...

H is upset with me over a misunderstanding with S. I go to her old house, which is actually at K's mom's house in our home town. I walk into the house, but I'm standing in the foyer. I know she is on the other side of a wall with a baseball bat, and I know she is angry. I call into the house to tell her it's me and that I'd like to talk to her about what happened. I tell her it was a misunderstanding with S and that I want to make amends with her. I can feel her rage and it scares me so I step back out of the house. I shout at her from the lawn.

Then she calms down and says I can enter. I sit down with her at the bar. There are other people around. Her mom is there. I explain what happened with S and how the misunderstanding started. She understands and is no longer angry. We sit down to talk. Her hair is short and pulled back on the sides like it was when she was pregnant. I can't remember what we were talking about, but I realize she hasn't died yet. I tell her that she is going to find herself in a very dark place one day and that she is going to need help, and I beg her to remember to call me. I try to say all the things I've been trying to say over and over again. She looks at me straight in the eyes and tells me I'm being a liar. I'm not, I argue. I grab her upper arms and turn her towards me. I tell her to look at me and see that I'm being serious and sincere. I tell her to promise she'll call me.

Meanwhile, her mom is now sitting on the other side of me. She has an iPad, but in the dream, it is H's cell phone. She shows me how you can swipe through images on the phone that show incoming and outgoing phone calls on H's phone from the night she died. She hands me the iPad and we start scrolling through the numbers together. I'm terrified that my number will come up and we'll see that she did call me. But we are looking at incoming calls and not outgoing ones, and for some reason my number does not pop up showing that I called her back even though I did and I left a message too but I should've kept calling and I don't know why I didn't. I worry that her mom is going to blame me.

H asks what we are doing, and I tell her. I try to use the iPad as proof that I'm being serious and sincere when I tell her what is going to happen. Her mom asks me what I'm telling H, and I tell her that I'm trying to convince her to call the people who love her when she gets to that dark place. Her mom nods her head calmly and unconvinced and allows that this is an appropriate thing to say. I feel like I can't really get through to either of them and that it's all somehow my own fault. But I look inside myself and can't find anything else more sincere than what I'm saying, and if it's not a true feeling then there is just an emptiness behind it so I don't know what else to say.

Beautiful Yellow Eyes
I was walking inside Main Street shopping center. I felt a bit uncomfortable because of I was wearing pretty average plain clothing. I noticed some others were wearing average stuff, making me feel much better about myself. As I was walking through the shops, I saw a girl (preggers). She was walking near me, and seemed to be looking at me, maybe even saying something to me. I ignored her and just kept walking as if I had not noticed her.

Some girl stopped me in my tracks and asked me something. I think she was looking for a new boyfriend or sexual partner. As I looked at her, I was drawn in straight to her eyes. They were beautiful, having a nice yellow look to them. I straight away said "wow, u have amazing eyes. Ur hot". She was decent looking. I think I put my arm around her and walked towards a shop where you could eat. I find myself hearing that she likes men that are endowed. I look towards the wall at a bit of art work which has writing on it. It's talking about an elephant and its long trunk, referring to long penises.
We seem to become distant from each other and she goes and starts talking to other men. I see her at a table talking a darkish skinned man. It looks like he has a turban under his hoody. I have some jealously at this point and think to myself something on the lines of "she won't be happy being with a Muslim man".

I'm at the same place but sitting at a computer. As I'm doing Internet banking, I feel or know she is looking for a wealthy man. I start to feel sorry for myself because I'm on benefits and don't have a lot to show for myself. A few people come over to use the computer I'm using, which makes me have to move myself off the chair onto the floor. I felt intimidated, but did nothing about it except be a push over. I see that there is 4 or so people at the computer, a few guys & girls. The person nearest to me was a guy. He seemed like a bit of an asshole. I over heard him say that the girl that has the yellow eyes was a gold digger, which confirmed for me that it was true. As we all used the computer, there were hands everywhere over the keyboard, typing whatever they please. I jokingly said about this to them. The computer seems to be an ATM also. I try and withdraw a decent amount of money. I remember stalling a little and I think my dad may have got frustrated. I figured it out quickly. As i withdrew money, the previous people that had used it left their money in there. It made things confusing for me and i panicked. I grabbed all the money and was going to sort things out by myself because majority of money was mine and I wanted to make sure things were right. A man of Asian appearance was thinking it was some what suspicious and wasn't sure about me doing so. The people's money i had were standing in the distance at a counter. My intentions were to get things right and return the money to them. I remember counting my money and freaking out. At first it looked as if all my money wasn't there at first, but as i continue to count, it seems to be adding up I think.

I'm now sitting near the old police station across from new station, counting my money.

Side Notes
EFT - Even though I only remembered 1 dream last night, I deeply and completely accept myself, and will remember all my dreams tonight.

Need to use an EFT for recording dreams upon awakening.

My entire family was in an unknown house. A cousin of mine and I were going to play some Pokemon on a console (don't know what kind), but needed another controller. So I went to this stand in the city at night. Apparently they were having a really large sale. 300% off. A clerk offered me a strange phone and a car. I didn't take them as the store was too fishy. I did buy a console. I was back at the house and my cousin and I played the game. For some reason a Sakuya Izayoi was one of my Pokemon when I chose her, it crashed the game.
Afterwards, my siblings, cousins, and I went to a large flower field on some rolling hills with many different kinds flowers. There I got stung by a bee and so did my cousins and siblings. Then a swarm of bees started chasing us. Many of them caught up and continued stinging us. They were after me the most though. The stings did actually hurt and left a stinging feeling as an aftermath. We ran inside the house and closed the door. However, many doors were still open and the bees continued to get in. I closed all the doors and killed many of the bees though they still continued to sting me. However bees were still getting in. I found a aluminum tube which connected to the outside and the garage was open. I rushed to the garage to close it, but the stings were soon getting to me and I started hallucinating which caused the garage to get distorted and had a terrible headache. I soon collapsed onto the ground from weakness and was paralyzed. I tried to call for help, but my voice was too weak for anybody to hear. I started thinking, "I guess this is the end. I had a good life. I'm ready to go." Then I passed out. I regained consciousness on a bed inside the house. Finally I woke up.

Finding Shoes
I'm in the garage, in my car, looking for some small dress shoes. As I'm hunting around the front passenger seat, my wife comes out and apologizes for whatever she said that made me think they're out there, saying she knows exactly where they are inside. She's holding a large trash bag. She turns around and says that she sees our third daughter standing on the table and gets a kind of deer-in-headlights look. I snap her out of it by telling her to drop the trash and GO!

Church Fragment
I'm at church, in a large wedge-shaped room. The service is over, and we're heading for a door half way along one of the straight sides (the left, if you're looking towards the point of the wedge).

2 non lucid fragments

I had a lump on the left side of my forehead. Apparently it was serious...

An outsize Woodpigeon appeared on a path from some trees on the left (I say outsize as it was within the bounds of reality, but it was pretty hefty) there was something ominous about it...

That ma lot.

Hey Dreamviews, I've been out of practice for a while but I woke up and had remembered this dream because it stuck out so much to me, I'm curious about peoples interpretation or even just comments on it as a whole, please forgive typos, I jotted this down as fast as I could when I got out of bed.





I'm standing in an old seemingly worn down building with a little Mexican boy in the higher floors of the mansion that seems to be falling apart, myself as well as three other children (Something I noted half way through writing this is I was a child as well.), two females one male, who has glasses as well as an older woman named (Rebecca?) who seemed to be in her late twenties (28 or so if I had to guess.), I know the boy's father, whether the name Rodrigo belongs to the child or the father I won't know, but I know the father and I know he built something for me in the land of my dreams, whether it is a monument or a memory I don't know but I'm determined to find out and remember this for future reference.

When I told the boy that he looked exactly like his father he merely smiled, Rodrigo seemingly happy about the 'news' that I had remembered, the tall Mexican woman wearing modest clothing was somewhat attractive, though the only gestures I remember her making was a curt bow and a smile when I first met her, though she seemed to smile and nod whenever the little boy did, I get the feeling that she isn't his mother, maybe an aunt or nanny of some sort.

Us children ran through the upper floors of the seemingly infinitely tall mansion, the small Mexican boy waving happily in tandem with his presumable caretaker, we take care ignoring the wood as it already seemed decayed long ago, though the countless holes leading to the bottom or gaps where the mansion was simply pulled apart like a fissure still remain, we run through the walls of the mansion, through a sizable hole being our 'doorway', a sort of void meeting us as we run along the scattered remnants of wood that merely floated in this strange place, not reacting to our weight or presence as we skirted through it just fine, the other children happily laughing and giggling as they passed as I tried not to fall.

When we go through an identical 'hole' at the other side of the room we are greeted by a room that looks identical to the one we had started in, however to the right I see an even larger fissure, seemingly bottomless when I look into the pit below.We play an odd sort of game, one of us would summon various 'platforms' which all of us had to quickly run and jump on before the next person would do the same to reach the other side. The other boy quickly failed on the second jump, falling into the void with a drawn out "Nooo!" while the others seemed just as happy as they were moments ealier, one of the little girls cheerfully informed me that because one of us lost, we all lost the game, though she happily conjures a floor to replace the void we risked falling into, with the new floor I continued in reaching the other side, noting an odd 'tear' in reality which only became visible as I approached, the ghostly yet radiant white light shining from it and offsetting the natural looming darkness of the unnatural place that we were in. I could not get any closer to the 'tear' but I didn't have the urge to pass through, I felt I was not ready yet as I turned around and once more returned to the other side I was greeted again by the smiling face of Rebecca, who merely smiled as she kneeled and gave me a gentle hug, I woke up at this time with the overwhelming urge that I need to find this odd boys 'Father' and what it is he built for me.




---I would like to point out that I have EXTREME trouble conjuring things but at some point I was able to in this dream without even thinking about it, something I noted as I was publishing this.

There's a woman who is retrieving a certain object for me, while I watch in third person. The object is in a cave, in the possession of this large, strange creature who she's speaking to now - she's got two or three people with her. He's willing to make a deal. But after discussing terms for a while, the woman ultimately refuses; she isn't willing to agree to his terms. He accepts this, clearly believing she'll be back eventually - she has no other choice, she needs that object.

She and the others start to leave, but one of the others evidently has their own plan - another woman starts playing a strange kind of music that puts the creature into a kind of trance. She encourages the leader of their group to simply take the object. The leader is conflicted, so the woman with the music does it herself. The creature's trance is deep enough to allow her to get close to the object, but it snaps out of it once it recognizes that they're stealing from it. They run.

The cave is in the center of a sort of maze of tunnels, but although it looks confusing, the tunnels are all interconnected; as long as they keep running in the same general direction, it doesn't matter which tunnel they choose, they'll get out eventually.

They come out of the tunnels into a place that I think of as a certain type of dream, a sort of desert-like place, barren brown rock, with various dreamers here and there like landmarks. In one dream, there's a family in a yard where grapevines are growing; two heavyset old men who are brothers, and two grandchildren playing a little distance away. One brother leans in to say something to the other in a language I don't recognize, and the eyes of the one listening turn all black, which I recognize as an outward sign of the usual effect of staying in this particular type of dream too long. He's the dreamer here, these others are illusions. They see the group passing near the edges of the dream and just watch them.

The group comes across a dreamer they know, a man who the leader of this group is in love with. The others hang back on a ledge overlooking his dream, but she approaches him. He's sitting in front of the ruins of a small house - it's meant to be their house, his and hers, though they've never actually lived together outside of this dream. There's dead bodies lying around outside, things he killed, but too late to save this place from them. When he sees her there, he says, "I tried," with a sort of smile, as if this was inevitable and the only surprising thing was that he tried to save this place at all.

Then he sees the object she's stolen, and there's a shift - he stops paying attention to the storyline of the dream he's in. He asks her why she went to all the trouble of finding that thing, when there's no guarantee that the man she got it for will be grateful for it. There's an association here with trying to help a scorpion - the story of the scorpion and the frog, doing what's in your nature rather than what's in your best interest. She agrees with him, there's no guarantee that this will have the result she wants, but she wants to help the 'scorpion' anyway. She makes a joke about having a weakness for older men - lifetimes older, in this case. Her man doesn't find this funny.