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In this dream I wasn’t lucid, but I thought it was an awesome synchronicity/confirmation that there is validity behind dreams. Here’s what happened:

In this non lucid dream I was at work, and a co-worker came up to me and gave me a phone number to call. I asked her to repeat it please because I didn’t catch it. Then the numbers appeared in front of me, and it looked like how they display lottery numbers. Well lit numbers were floating in the air right in front of me. It read 888-####. I immediately woke and wrote the numbers down in my dream journal. I figured, “Yes, I’ve been given some winning lottery numbers!” I interpreted this dream incorrectly.

A couple of days later we received a phone call on my wife’s cell. She said, “Somebody is calling me with the number 888-####. Should I answer it?” I immediately said, “Yes, answer it!”, because I remembered the #’s from my dream. It was Vice Principal of my daughter’s high school calling us on her cell. BTW – I had no prior knowledge of the VP’s cell #. She asked if we’d like to come and meet with an Interior Designer to review a design proposal for a ‘legacy wall’ for my daughter who had passed two years ago. We went to the school and reviewed the design, and it was way beyond our dreams, it was truly a great tribute to her life. Before we left the VP came up to me and said, “I wanted to call you, rather than you having to call us regarding the generous donations to the memory of your daughter.” It was a very emotional visit.

First dream

I was playing Diablo 2 : Lord of destruciton on my laptop. I was a paladin, running through the forest in the first act.

Second dream

I was standing in the middle of the stage. I was holding an electric guitar in my hands. When I was ready to play, I felt strong, stinging sensation in the right side of my lower body. My mother arrived, and she told me Why are you dating with sister of your brothers girlfriend? I looked at a DC standing close to the stage. A skinny blonde with pearl white teeth and brown eyes. She had pale carnation, and she was wearing casual clothes. A black shirt and jeans trousers. She was smiling to me. I saw her first time, yet my DC mother claimed that she was her. I replied to my mother Don't disturb me! I have a concert to play, and there is a weird stinging sensation in the right side of my lower body!

*I woke up with the same weird pain, but luckily it ceased until now.*

For some reason in the dream I am a werewolf. I am at my grandparents house at the Lakes and I know this because there is a lake in the back, but the house is completely different. It is more of a mansion with cool pillars and Tombstones of my relatives in the front. It's three stories and is passed down from generation to generation to live in. At first a funeral service takes place with all of my relatives and I watch the service from inside a giant liquor room. The room has ever type of alcohol imaginable and I am in there with a few other guys. When I look out I see Amanda rolls and her family. The next part of the dream is an after funeral celebration outside next to the lake. Everyone is drinking and I am playing football with someone across the lake. They keep dropping the ball into the lake though and making this old couple go and get the ball. The next part of the dream is somewhat vague but I remember turning into a werewolf and killing all of the people at the house who seemed fake.

Morning of January 20, 2015. Tuesday.



Most of my dreams had a positive focus regardless of the “leaky roof” theme in a couple of them. It had been thundering and raining off and on all morning and that put me into a very deeply relaxed “timeless” state. In one dream, I am simply watching the rain come down between the planks of the wooden ceiling, which is leaking profusely. My wife is with me. The only negative aspect was of telling some unknown people (and I am not sure why they are even in our house - oddly I have no typical perspective that they are not supposed to be there) that they do not know how to build houses in this region, especially roofs.

At one point, I am living in an unfamiliar region that is more of a rural area which has hardly any houses. I seem to be spending a lot of time sleeping on the roof of a shed which is probably not mine. It had been raining for a long time yet this actually seems to be a comfortable and nice setup for me. I also, though, get the impression of it being an odd habit (that no one else has) that I have had for at least a year or two. Someone, a male who is possibly the owner of the property, points out to me that the front part of the roof of the shed is lower than the rest of the roof and even has a partial recess in the shape made by me lying on my back on it over time (which of course is preposterous in a cartoon-like sense). I feel only the vaguest sense of being responsible for the roof needing repair at a later date. Oddly, sleeping on the roof in the rain seems to be the “proper” way to live. However, it is something I have not done in real life since age seventeen.

During the morning, I entered an altered state that seemed somewhat new. I have always had a tendency to enter unusual “cocoon-like” states (sometimes pleasant, sometimes frustrating) that seem to last for days (but of course are actually probably only about an hour or so) and they are always different in one way or another. These unique states often seem to have their own “rules” or “systems” that keep repeating over time and with precise contemplation (though which is distorted and only simulating false critical thinking).

In this case, I am feeling the mild thunder in my body as if I was being “made” by the thunder simultaneously, relative to both my physical position and my enhanced sense of peace that is near ecstatic. The “system” seems to have precise rules of timing and subtle change relative to the sparse rain and next thunder event. It seems this state, as well as the mildly rumbling thunder, will continue forever and I will remain forever (a perception which does not bother me at all) in a “field” of awareness created by the infinitely recurring thunder and light off and on rain, and with only occasional very slight movement on my part. This is a bit different than similar states where I “have” to move into a precise physical position every couple of minutes while sleeping (always switching to either left or right sides each time) so as to form a particular shape to hold for a certain amount of time (as if it is some sort of language or form of communication with an unknown entity), also as if it was sometimes some sort of system required by a physical “law”. There is often also a persistent false memory related to the dynamics of an individual “system” of physical positions or supposedly related environment ambiance while sleeping, again, usually different than any prior experience, sometimes involving mentally calculating waveforms or abstract forms.

01-20-15: This is what I get for viewing past dreams on my blog on this site (especially the one stemming from the "davemadson" silliness with everyone's "termination" reaction with the screaming little girl with brown eyes and brown hair from a couple of months ago). This time, the main dream character had blue eyes and blonde hair and was around college age standing around 5'6"-5'8", kind of like a scene from a '90s-early '00s film. And I thought I wasn't going to get anything after a heck of a bad day yesterday (it has been happening a lot lately).

This all happened after the first act of the dream inspired by either the PS3 or PS4 version of Grand Theft Auto V made no sense--and it was the online part of the game (I have the PS4 version), and no parts from this were used in the second act (I think).

However, back to the second act: she was surrounded by two or three boys while she was in front of a yellow muscle car, probably a '70s Ford Mustang Mach 1 or a '70s Dodge Charger Super Bee or Challenger. One of the boys (or other DCs) had a beanie with a patterned or crocheted skull on it (it was black or charcoal/white). I couldn't tell if she was trying to befriend them or run away from them.

Also, in the background, I could see some downtown Raleigh buildings or buildings near the NCSU (North Carolina State University for all you non-U.S. viewers of this blog) campus.

I don't know if she was a student at the college or anything in particular. I also do not know if the main DC involved resembles a '90s Reese Witherspoon, a '90s Alicia Silverstone, or anyone in particular from that era with blue eyes and blonde hair, or NC natives Evan Rachel Wood or Britt Robertson, either. I think she was cornered by at least 3 boys, or guys. After their encounter, the rest of the act of the dream made no sense and I woke up at about 6:05 AM unexpectedly. I don't even get why because I started back writing this year (it's my 20th), these weird dreams started happening again.

(Wow...this is my first post in a while where I went the whole thing without one sentence talking about James Lafferty--D'OH!)

...oh, well. Until next time, WM86

-I had a PR0N folder on my PS4. Some other people were playing it and I was trying to hide the folder.

-I was at the cafeteria at my college. Manei was there and she had a thin mustache. (I think you should just give up on that whole 'appearing as a boy' thing.) She asked me if she could borrow a razor. But she wanted some kind of special razor with a pencil taped onto the end of it. Being non-lucid I declined. There was also this weird part where I saw the inside of her stomach.

-Something to do with my grandfather hosting some kind of family gathering that was very awkward. This old bully from my school was there and the party was supposed to 'force' us to have to make amends.

00:07 bedtime

Lots of dreams during the night -- just interested in catching up on sleep, and it got really cold (-12C) during the night, so with the exception of the below dream which I particularly spent effort on recalling they all evaporated . But this was a pretty awesome dream with fun flying so it's OK.

08:40

+ (mini-epic) flying speed control lessons with superman (fists [medium], flat hands [top speed], arms down [slow]) then lots of practice

I'm (DO?) following cars down a highway, they're testing steering control during heavy ABS usage, how well the cars and veer left and right under full ABS heavy breaking, and how fast they can stop. I feel like I've forgotten something at home so I tell the others I'm going to fly home to get it.

I turn to the right and take off into the air. I decide to try flying this time with my arms at my sides, it works fine. I'm heading up in to the (B?) hills and there are a fairly large group of people at the top of the hill, I do no want to give away my presence/flying ability to them so I bank to the left, there are still some people there but fewer.

I'm on the (back steps of my childhood home by the top near the garage?) I'm standing with two (?) people, one is a girl, I'm talking about a (different?) girl and I'm feeling a bit leery about giving away my identify (as superman?). As we're talking I'm doing something with (putting a shoe in and out?) a (tree stump? / hole?)

I go up to the street and start flying, superman is with me and I ask him about speed control. He shows me that you can modify your speed setting by the gesture you make with your hands. I wonder about punching the arm forwards but he doesn't mention that.

Closed fists mean medium sped, open flat hands mean full high speed, and (arms at the side?) means low speed. I try both fists and open hands and do experience a speed difference.

We're flying very low over the roofs of the neighbor's houses (G and M's house probably) in face my waist bag/belt buckle is scraping along the roof of one house, and we (land/appear) on the lawn. There's some contractor there complaining that we busted the <something>. I know our guy can build a better <something> and I see him working on it. It ends up being a small square (about 1 foot square) piece of wood with smaller pieces of wood that have been attached perpendicularly to the plane of the square piece and sawed off and sanded down.

As we're walking away from this area we pass a table with a lot of muffins on them. My attention is grabbed by a quite large "strawberry muffin" that has different cake colors on it but most importantly a section with pink cake with red chunks like a red velvet muffin and I reach for this and so does some body else, and I yell "Get the FUCK off my strawberry muffin!"

We do some more flying and and up in an open outdoor area. I've lost track of superman and say "OK, where's flyboy?"

I look over a railing down a hill and think about flying down there.

Lots of flying moments with fists and open flat hands working on speed control.

Went to bed at about 23:15, stayed conscious for quite some time looking at HI and then drifted. At 05:00, WBTB for 15 min and again, stayed conscious by observing the random HI. I didn't sleep well and at some point around 06:30 I was again awake and observing HI. I noticed that images were steady and quite clear - one particular image (a glass) was crystal clear and steady as I looked at it for a few seconds. Still I felt quite clearly my body in bed. At that point, I imagined lifting-flying, and I felt a strong pushing sensation and I was thrown out of bed in my dream body - standing but without sight. I am amazed - I finally did it again- and I opened my eyes with my hands - knowing that I am in fact in bed - so these must be my dream eyes. It felt as if I opened my real eyes and I am now in a room. My eyes still have some black texture but I imagine it go and it dissolves!
My wife is there and tries to get me back to sleep but I kiss her and go to another room. I try to lock the door but the key is at the wall side and it is useless.

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It's an old aristocratic house and I go out to the balcony - opening the door normally without any problem. Now I am at the balcony with seats and a table - like a Cafè - and the dream is very stable and clear. I am so happy! My wife comes out and tries to convince me that if I fly I will fall! I try to levitate at the balcony without much success. Nevertheless I wait patiently - according to my plan - for levitation to happen. Now there is a green grass field just below the balcony (a few seconds before there was a street) and it's day and nice, sunny weather.

(Without the buildings in the back)

I jump down at the grass, run and jump high and try to fly. My jump is quite big but I fall back to the grass - on my back. I then feel being pulled and I am pulled backwards - my feet touching the grass. The idea strikes me that a square parachute is pulling me, so I grab the imaginary controls and I take of - always backwards - with ease! Nothing appeared in my hands, nevertheless the control was real and very accurate! I easily floated up - backwards - and flew with perfectly clear view of the ground, maneuvering easily my flight - backwards. I was over an old town with lots of grass and a castle.
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I flew towards the castle and at some point I pulled hard on one of the controls and turned around - flying straight now! I now enjoy my flight very much, because using the parachute controls, I have near-perfect control over my flight! I fly low between the houses over the street, gain altitude again and enjoy flying over the rooftops with perfect clarity, making dives and gaining height again! It's SO cool and nice! Best flight of my lucid life!

At some point, I reach the end of a cliff and I let myself free-fall there to see what will happen. I fall and just land normally at the bottom, between some old traditional homes. I walk down the road when I remember the fireworks ToTM. I imagine that after the road corner, there will be fireworks ready to be ignited. I imagine them vividly over a red car that is half-hidden at the corner and walk there to find some strange looking fireworks over the car hood. They looked rather like paper christmas trees, yellow in color - I have to say that they were just as I imagined them - my initial imagination was incorrect.

(Sort of... Actually all-paper and no texture)
Immediately they ignite and burn down without going in the air... I imagine some more in a box that I am holding and take out 2-3 more. I get some matches (they are broken) and I manage to lit them, but again they burn down without lifting in the air... At that point the dream becomes unstable, I am surrounded by some kids and the fireworks burn down attached to a wall - and not the red car. Then, I wake up feeling very very happy - I had a great flight!

P.s. The next day I went down with high fever and was barely able to move - until now, so I transfer this with 3 days delay!

Just two short fragments. I will not be able to post any dream for the next couple days as I am going on a short holiday, let's hope I have a lucid while I am over there. That would be cool .

Non-Lucid
Questioning
Lucid

Fragment One:
I am in a war, defending a castle. There are multiple waves of soldiers coming from trenches wearing gear that looked like it had to be from WW1. I was carrying a sniper and started shooting soldiers that were advancing to the final trench. I downed four of them and saw a cow that looked out of place (don't know why I didn't become lucid because of this.) It looked like it was out of a cartoon and I shot it four times before it fell. My view then completely changed and I was a soldier in the trenches running towards the cow's owner. He seemed very distressed and I told him we should cook and eat the cow to honour it's memory. I touched the cows corpse and some cooked steaks from minecraft appeared. We both began to eat the steaks before the dream faded.

Fragment Two:
I was at a university of some kind and carrying a project I hoped to impress some judges with. I'm not totally sure what I was but I somehow dropped it and began to chase after it as it bounced away. The scene changed and I was at a port where my project was about to fall into the ocean. Another student that was much faster than me began to chase it as well. He passed me and as the project dropped off into the water. The other student jumped off onto the ocean and began running on the water. I dived into the water and wondered mid-air how on earth this guy was not sinking. I hit the water but seemed to be ultra bouyant and bobbed right up again. The other person ran towards me and dragged me out of the water before I woke up.

- Have my second Lucid.
- Have a conversation with a DC.
- Fly.
- Find my Dream Guide.

I had a F.A. where I woke up next to Dreamer, I did an epiglottis check to see if I was actually still dreaming and some air got through. I remembered that Dreamer had told me before that if the RC even partially works then it's probably a dream. I made my body roll out of bed with telekinesis just to be sure. I rolled straight through a glass wall, into a factory world. There were giant, white machines everywhere with tubes stretching out in all directions. I flew around while saying excitedly, "I am lucid! I am powerful!" and then I changed it to, "I am lucid, I am calm, I am stable", so that I didn't have to worry about the dream ending. I then thought about what tasks I wanted to do. I remembered the crystal ball task and tried to manifest one in my hands, didn't work. I then saw one laying on the ground so I picked it up and asked what was going to happen in 2015. I saw purple smoke begin to swirl around inside the ball. Unsatisfied, I asked again. Purple smoke began to swirl around again but this time it turned into purple electricity. Arcs of purple light streaked across the interior of the ball. Yellow words began to slowly appear in fancy cursive writing. The words said, "Love over one self" Then a page appeared in the ball afterwards that said, "Wiktionary, By: Hopedoc", followed by the copyright symbol.

I was pretty satisfied with that so I began to fly around and explore some more while I tried to think of another task to do. I remembered the Freddy's at night one but woke up before I could.

Morning of January 20, 2015. Tuesday.



As my dream begins, I seem to be sitting on a bed (aligned along the west wall) in my father’s music room in Cubitis as it was around 1975. I have four cassette tapes. Two of them are in cases with seemingly commercial labeling and two seem created by an amateur outfit with store-bought blanks. Apparently, I am involved in my own dub recordings using these four cassette tapes as some sort of background audio.

Two of the cassette tapes have something to do with Captain Kirk (of “Star Trek”) though I am not certain if it is music, talking (such as interviews with the cast), the reading of a “Star Trek” novel, or sound effects from the show, or perhaps a random bit of everything. These two tapes have a cover with the same picture of a very young William Shatner as Kirk (sitting at a table with his hands clasped), with different label coloring on each as if part of a set or series. The other two tapes, or at least one of them, is an amateur fan fiction tape which also contains other things such as unusual sections of music and possibly a couple interviews or even unrelated random talking from a radio (or even just the static at times). I am not sure if the tapes are ninety minutes or an hour each, or perhaps much shorter, though I do eventually maintain the overall impression that they each are at least an hour long or half-hour per side.

Unlike many dreams of this nature, the tapes are not eaten by the cassette player and no other mechanical problems ensue. What I hear is actually not very unusual. It seems I do listen to the entire side of one cassette, at least, by which the last section is a shorter pad-like sound with dull and lower frequency dynamics. I hear it very clearly in-dream. Prior to this was two males talking in some sort of (possibly political) interview and there was also a speech by a male “Star Trek” fan and his work in an amateur “Star Trek” movie where he plays Captain Kirk. However, much of it seems like non-rhythmic electronic music and other sounds, including sound effects from the original “Star Trek” series. I am thinking on how I have yet to “filter” and compress the entire length of audio of that side of the tape and then add my own music over the top of it - by which it will then all sound completely different. I get the impression the first step will give the tapes a much better “silky” dynamic (with no tape noise or hiss whatsoever), but I am not thinking about low quality MP3s - which often have an overly silky sound as well as an irritating chorus-like funnel effect on high-hats and higher frequencies in general. It seems my “album” will only be on cassette tapes and oddly, I have no clearer memory of my work in digital audio at all.

Part of this is likely based on real-life memories of my father having bought “blank” cassette tapes at flea markets which had a variety of people already having recorded various random things on them, including cussing soliloquies and various incomplete radio “experiments”, with someone continuously changing the stations as they were recording.

Dream, Non-Dream

This one really interested me. You see, I have a significant abdominal scar that I've had all my life, due to surgery when I was an infant. While I hardly notice it anymore, a small part of me has always wondered what it's like to be...unmarred.

I don't remember the beginning. The dream picks up in the middle, I'm standing in a small room. It's little more than a closet and they have brought me to Consider. I have applied to undergo a surgery that will result in a kind of decorative scarring. They show me the results, and the process. There's a woman who is famously beautiful because of her scars, she looks like Scarlett Johannson (Of course. Scar. haha subconscious, very funny.) as Black Widow. Short red hair. Tattoos on either shoulder.
She is hanging on the wall, this is supposed to be a kind of deterrent, and I understand why. I regard her, curiously. All of her scars are bloody wounds, all ripped open. There was a whirl of ragged flesh around her left eye, and intricate patterns down her neck, chest and arms. She looks miserable.
I feel inferior when I stare at her, a lesser being because I am unmarred. I think about how beautiful I'll be with scars.
I wonder if I could endure the pain it takes to create them. There is another woman nearby, also Considering. None of us think she'd be strong enough to survive, and seeing Widow's fresh wounds makes her turn tail and run. Seems she didn't have the stomach for it.
Later I see Widow healed, she is telling me to reconsider the undergoing the procedure, that beauty isn't worth the cost. I want to ask her if they restitched the wounds so that the scar lines would be more fine but I don't because I feel it would be rude.

This dream happened some time between 2003 and 2013 though I think it was closer to 2008 or 2009.

In waking life, I often went to a junky building (honestly it was in dilapidated shape in the last few years before it closed) which was a store; this transferred to the dream. In one of the dreams I somehow destroyed this store and the owner thanked me. (You're welcome.)

01/18/15 I had been having a DILD that involved me and my D.G. wondering through Indiana Jones type settings complete with crocodiles, wooden bridges and traps. We got out of that building and I found myself in a hotel room I knew somehow that this room was set up for people to view and rate TV shows. My wife was lounging on the bed fully clothed, and other people were in the room. Actor Micheal Fox was in the room and started talking about getting into their traditional TV watching position, and begins to manipulate my wife's body so that he can cuddle her spoon like from behind.

I suddenly get very angry, and tell him that I will punch him if he keeps doing that, and that i my wife lets him, I might feel like slapping her, if I was willing to do such a thing. I feel a lot of real emotional anger and it seems like pent up emotion from a past real life event. I decide that the whole scene is stupid and disrupt the entire dream.

Everything vibrates and the scene is gone. I can now partly feel my body and the scene is grey. However, a great deal of anger still is there. I decide that the healthiest thing I can do is get out the anger in the form of a dream, as it must be something repressed from life. I get out of bed (dream body) and start smashing holes in the walls. I smash a hole out side of the house. I remember the fire work tube from an earlier WILD and summon it into my hand. It starts shooting of sparks like a 4th of July fountain. I put my anger into it and it is now almost a flame thrower of silver and gold sparks and flame. I start burning everything around me. It does not take long to exhaust my anger and I eventually wake up.

1.19.15

Last night bed round 11pm - 7:40am, then 11am.

DR from day before:

I'm in someones house. Looking at the map, trying to find a way out of there. It's a new place, never been there before, and I don't know how to get back home from there. We are turning the map all kinds of ways, but it still doesn't show what we need.

So I go out on the balcony, which now looks like my mom's place. I'm talking to someone below. I'm naming streets like Moldon or Moulten, and Beltway. Now I know at least first few streets and I should be ok.

I'm going down to the garage and my car is blocked by things. Some people there make some stupid remarks. I first let it go, but then I reply to them and I immediately regret it. I should have let it go.

(I was looking at google maps that day and before, and those are real street names, or very close to them)

DR Last night:

I'm in a huge apartment building, that looks like that superstructure in latest Dredd movie. Lots of corridors, doors, people. But friendly athmosphere. I have a feeling we are all new there, just came there from some other place.

There is a rumor that president Obama is coming to visit us and welcome us. His people are already there. Some lady is showing us how to set our phones so we can take pictures. She wants to do it on my phone, but I tell her I can do it.

I see a room with tables in long lines, white tablecloth, plates and glasses, flower centerpieces. I had no idea they had prepared it.

Now we see 3 black cars coming by ar hight rate of speed. It's him. The car door opens and I'm hoping it will take him a second to get out, while his security guys check it out outside, so I have time to pull out my camera.

Now he is walking, I can see him clearly. He looks very focused, in black suit.

He is suppose to talk to all of us individually. It's my turn. So I go and sit at a table opposite to him. He looks so real. His face, body, voice, manners. He is asking me some questions and I'm answering. I'm not nervous, I know it's a good thing to talk to him. Then he takes off his jacket and he is rolling up his sleeves on a white dress shirt. I know my "interview" is over and I say thank you for the conversation. He is ready to talk to the public. Some video is shown, and he takes that time to talk to some other people, which now is my mom's turn. I know she is asking him to help me. I'm like whoa, not embarrasing at all.

(Obama dream, because I saw his twitter on Ophelia's twitter account)