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Dream From Nov 25 '21:
It is day.
Am with a large group of folks.
We are playing a game of cricket.
One of the guys gets out, so i have to go out and play my particular innings.
As i step out, an older woman (60 years plus), gives me my cricket bat.
However, its floppy piece of wood, about one metre long, and about one centimetre thick.
And, there is chicken wire attached to it.
i lift it up so i can see it in front of me, up to, or just below shoulder level.
Her name is on it.
Her name is mrs g something.
hmmm.
As i walk out to the field, with back to screen, and walking at an angle to my left, to the pitch, i do a quick shadow bat.
i have to hold the edging of the wood, which is rathe awkward, given the chicken wire attached to it.
The wire looks like the large square of construction fencing.
The gathering must be more than 20 people, maybe 50, maybe more.
Then i stand at the crease, and face my left, being a left hand batsman.
One ball is bowled to me and i miss it.
It goes past me, rather quick, to my right.
Or there is one person to my right, to distracts me slightly.
Then a second delivery.
Despite the bat being rather flimsy, i manage to hit the ball.
It goes away from me, to my left, at a 70 degree angle.
The folks in front of me, are blocking my view of where it went, and whether anyone caught the ball.
One bloke, who is at the back of the folks, raises his hands.
Thinking he has caught, i quickly approach him.
All the folks move out of my way, to my right and left.
i want to punch him, for claiming a catch, even though i couldn't see it, because those folks were in my line of sight.
His facial reaction to me though, indicates he didn't catch the ball.
He says to me, or points to behind himself, that the ball fell behind him.
oh, ok, well, i won't punch him.
Then i face a third ball.
This time, a young boy is to my right.
He distracts me, as a ball goes past me.
The ball hits the stumps and i am out.
However, i protest because the boy distracted me.
So, i grab him by the back of the neck with my right hand and walk him away, straight.
As we walk, i call him a twit, but then say to him, that i shouldn't call him a twit.
Then, im about to face a 4th ball, when some of the other guys, and i, run over to a small brick building, ahead of me a bit to my right.
Apparently the brick building is a toilet block with faucets and soap.
We have to wash our hands, supposedly because of covid.
As we run to the building, one of the boys or guys says that he won't touch the ground, or that he shouldn't, because of covid.
grrr!
Then, i face a 5th ball.
i hit it to my right, and then chase after it, to get it back to the bowler, because no one else will chase it.
As i run, i step over two silver coins.
Dream ends.

Any questions or comments?

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP

On the backstage of - I think - Jimmy Kimmel's show. There is a giant water tank on stage for some reason and Jimmy is inside fully dressed doing some stunt. At some point I feel like he is in distress, so I knock on the glass just to check. All is fine and when it is over, I see the staff putting away all the wet accessories and then I meet Jon Stewart, who is also around for some reason. He joins me and comes to my mom's house to stay for a day, sort of a prize I got at the show, not sure. Strangely, he straight away sits topless on the sofa. I always found him hot, despite just being an ordinary looking dude, so I find myself massaging and caressing him. At first, I feel like it is consensual - after all, he got naked - but then he looks awkward and tells me not to touch his nipples or hair and just keep it professional. I am confused but I say ok and offer him just a shoulder massage. Then I stop, because I still feel him uncomfortable and I also feel uncomfortable and I say we can just talk. I start asking if he ever visited Portugal before. He says no and asks if there are beaches nearby. I say not really, but for some reason I can see Setúbal from my mom's window and tell him actually on that town, there is a really nice beach and we can go there if he wants. He likes the idea and we hop on a train to get there. My mom and some other girl also join. During the travel, Jon disappears and now I am only with the two ladies. The ticket controller comes by and the girl has no ticket and I realize none of us do. She makes up some bad excuse that will make us look even worse. The controller says immediately he will have to fine her. I think we need to get out right now discreetly and we need a distraction maneuver. So I spot this cranky old lady wailing insults at a poor black woman sitting nearby. I get up and spread some jam (that I just happen to have) all over her face, telling her she is a racist pig and to shut up. She is in shock and intensifies her slurs. She says blacks are all criminals and disgusting and she is not sorry. I slap her around, I am really pissed off and try to reason with her, but she shows no desire to be reasonable and just intensifies the hate. Meanwhile I think the controller disappeared but probably because he went to call the police or security, se we need to leave asap.

Back at my mom's house, in my old bedroom. I find some ugly scary bug inside my wardrobe. Then I spot a few centipedes on the bottom of it, then lots of ants and finally notice that all hanged clothes are covered in flying ants. I go open the window, to try to release all the flying bugs, but first I check for any cats laying around and take them outside the bedroom for safety reasons. But then outside, I notice there is some construction work in my mom's bathroom and the workers also keep the window open. I freak out (it's a 4th floor), so I come up with some kind of barrier that allows air circulation but stops cats from going there and falling. Then the house is now like and old gigantic palace with abandoned furniture. Some dude from the workers finds a dog nursing puppies under a dresser and believes one of the puppies is dead. So he picks him up and throws him away to a pile of trash. But the puppy is alive and hurt. I take him to vet. The vet also throws him against the floor a bunch of times. I am horrified and I yell at him, but each time the puppy gets thrown, he actually seems to become better, more awake and transforming into something else. The last time the man does it, he turns into a kookaburra.

Again at the old palace, back when it was alive. I am a servant and I live in the servant's area. Everyone else is away, masters and servants alike and I am the only one around. I am at the kitchen doing some chores when two guys break in. One of them is my old colleague from school in RL, Zé Francisco, accompanied by a shorter chunkier guy who looks like his own servant, but he is no lord or gentleman, they are bandits looking for an opportunity to rob some stuff. When Zé sees me, he recognizes me and I see in his eyes that he wants me and he will rape me. At first I panic, but then I think I was always strangely attracted to him, so it becomes a consensual thing. I lead him to a room and we are getting on, but it takes ages to undress. The skirt and petticoat and corset, so many things to remove. Meanwhile he transforms into someone else and he complains that I am fat and I smell, so the mood is ruined.

Now I am a single mother living in a favela. Some gang members are looking for me, so I hide at some friend's place with my kid. They find me, but fortunately when they arrive, I am in a back room and hide before they see me. My kid is with me and I tell him we are playing a very serious game in which he can't talk no matter what. He is a toddler and doesn't really understand there is danger, so at some point he escapes from me and dwells into the front room where the bad guys are, but they don't know whose child he is and my friends make up some excuse. The kid keeps going to whatever destination he has in mind and never ever says a word, even when they ask him something, so they assume he is mute and let him go.

#551 DILD 11:20PM

I had another early sleep LD randomly. I wan't trying at all but this is a good sign I might be getting back to normal. Sleep is still kind of hit and miss though. I was indeed having a hard time going to sleep and I took a Melatonin at about 10PM. Also, I don't really know what to call these episodes anymore. Its not a WILD for sure since there was a complete loss in consciousness prior and I don't feel like there was any micro awakening just before. I just find myself having what feels like a WILD or OBE. I am assuming its connected to my past randomly occurring SP issues. Maybe it's a Wake Induced Lucid Dream for the fact that I had been asleep but partial woke up. These are just labels that don't matter but I do wish I could know whats going on so that I may be able to exploit it in the future.

Anyway, lm myself so I don't wake up. I feel a big smile on my face and I am loving the sense of gravity being manipulated. I take effort to see what going on and I notice I am descending down on something that looks like a mirror or a sheet of glass. I don't see my reflection but it looks like a room in my house. I find myself feeling like I am laying in bed but I am noticing a lot of WILD like transition symptoms. Lots of trippy hypnogogia type stuff. I don't quite recall all of it now. I do remember something like some textured white plastic with red pulsating lights under it. This was the most vivid of all and was the image that really got me realizing that I am in a dream transitional state. With that realization, I feel mild vibrations (probably just because I expect it now) and I become weightless. I rotate and slowly roll over uncontrollably. I become very excited at this and feel my heart rate pick up. I instantly remember to ca

I decide to phase through it with out any issue. Their is a brief darkness and then I find myself underwater near some ancient under water structures. The sea floor looks odd. Sandy but full of bits of debris. As I move in the water I heard very trippy watery sounds that I cant describe. I find this to be interesting and move around and listen for a bit. I even start calling out and it feels and sounds about what you would expect for being underwater. That clears up and sounds more normal after a moment. I call out Hello? who's there? Just to try to get something to happen. There's no answer but I see an odd stone with some sort of unrecognizable inscription on it like a rune. The more I look at it the more it looks like some sort of carved item. I ask what this is and I hear a voice say, "It's a a stone tablet." but for some reason I interpret this as it's a key.

There is a wall in front of me with an indention the same size as the stone carving. I insert it and it the wall lifts up. I enter and there is no water inside at the door but there are lower levels with water pooled up. I see two stone braziers. One on each side with steps leading down into the pools of water. The fire inside them looks really fake but its lighting the room. I walk down a stone corridor and search several rooms but they are all empty. I think I forgot to have some sort of expectations here as nothing interesting is really happening. I then hear my son's voice. I don't quite know what he is saying but I turn and follow it. There is some visual disturbances and I half wonder if I am waking up and he's really talking. I ask the voice if that is really him and if he's just up getting a drink of water. I think I am talking in my sleep and just half awake now but I am not quite sure (I make this mistake too often). I am now walking down a new hallway that is slowly turning into a version of my house. The dream slowly fades away and I wake up.

Edit: I forgot to mention that when I woke up I saw a grid pattern on everything witl some random muted colors. I focused on it for a bit and it would distort and twist. This has been happening to me a lot lately especially after waking from a vivid dream. I am not sure what is going on but I kind of like it.

Dream From Nov 4 '21:
Not sure where this occurs, but i am walking across a road, with back to screen.
On the other side of the road, is a rectangular table, parallel to the screen.
There are two men sitting at the table, who are conducting trivia.
i step past them, so they are to my left.
i continue past them, because i see a robot, like that of the r2d2, in the background.
It's got a white body, and a blue head.
In the front of head, is that of a metal slot, or mail slot, as seen in front doors in america (everbody loves raymond).
An unknown woman is with me, to my left.
As we get closer to this robot, i begin to clap it, sarcastically.
Or, after seeing the robot, i step to my left and walk that way, away from the robot, and see another one.
As i walk away, i clap sarcastically, and say out "thanks China" for the covid nonsense.
So i walk past the wall, which is to my right and up a minor ramp.

Any questions or comments?

Dream From Nov 3 '21:
One of Bon Jovi's songs, is turned into a movie.
The song could that of sleep when i'm dead.
I can see the movie title cover page, on a plain piece of white paper.
And there are several pages for this apparent movie.

Any questions or comments?

Dream From Nov 1 '21:
Am looking at a website, which is supposed to collect, keep, and share data.
However, the website doesn't do that.
Well, the html stuff, doesn't seem to include that particular coding.
And i see a digital flower like image, which is white a black background.
Maybe not a flower, but maybe a plant, that can be eaten.
Although the image is upright, the plant must be upside down.
It's round and the bottom, with the stem at the top.
Could be an onion looking shape.
The image is that of lines, in the shape of whatever plant it is.
The lines, could be l.e.d, and are streaking up, from the bottom.

Any questions or comments?

Dream From Nov 1 '21:
The location isn't specified, thought it must be a beach somewhere.
Can see waves, approaching the screen.
However, a little to my right, a bit off centre, is a rip.
It's a darker shade, of blue, compared to the rest of the water.
And its the shape of a dip.
Seems i have been taught, or shown, what a rip is, and how to identify one.

Any questions or comments?

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP

At an office to apply to a course and a scholarship. I pass all tests but they say they'll give me the scholarship because they did an MRI while I was being interviewed and they say I have tumors in my left boob and need support. I am speechless and tell them I actually have cysts and tumors everywhere but not on my boobs and that makes no sense. Classes are all day on fridays and at first I am happy with the schedule, but then remember I am already going to another school and have a packed schedule on friday.

Some excursion to the north of Portugal. On arrival to some town there is a feast prepared for us. I am starving and jump right in, but others are quicker than me and all I get is some bread dipped in olive oil. There are some activities later, kids playing and adults picking fruits. I am flirting with some hunk who is into me, but at the same time is keeping his distances because he seems to not want others to know. I get bored and go for a walk and all of a sudden I am walking in Lisbon with my mom and aunt Lisa. I don't recognize the streets though, they look so good. Lots of glamorous cafés and restaurants. I see Tatiana dressed like a pinup, blond hair, looking gorgeous, entertaining some customers sitting on tables outside a café with her name. I can see she is doing really well. I think she sees me, but I pretend I don't and just keep going. I feel ashamed that I am a bit jealous of her. Meanwhile, we come across my dad who looks pissed, because he was kicked out of a store for not being well dressed enough. I think he looks ok, not posh but also not ragged. He speaks to my mom privately as they walk ahead and then he leaves. I ask her if he was trying to open a bank account at some posh bank and she says it was just a famous kitchenware brand store. And I was like wtf. Also commented that if it was Elon Musk in rags they would welcome him with open arms. She says he asked her help for shopping new clothes. Then mom and Lisa transform into Margarida and an old Japanese frail lady but I haven't adjusted to that change, so I treat the old lady as if she is Lisa and I make some joke and slap her hard in the arm. As a result, the old lady almost falls down and when I realize it, I apologize a lot. But the lady smiles gently and speaks very softly and tells me it's ok.

Jamie

Just a dream with her in it. Can't remember any context. She was just around and really seemed happy to see me.

ok

A couple dreams about some other girl I used to work with.

Lost?

Dream about being lost in some big house and my uncle was there?

Can't remember much detail for any of these dreams...

Date: 20/11/2021
Bedtime: 1.30am
Awakening: 8.45am
Return to bed: 9am
Method of entry: deferred direct
Awakening: 10.30am
Attempt: successful
Phase experience: The Mona Lisa Experiment
Duration: 50 seconds

WAKING STATE

I wake up to feed my mum's Yorkshire terriers and leave them to play in the back garden before returning to bed to try the direct method of entering the phase state. Because I feel tired, it is easy to relax on my back—which is not my usual position to fall asleep in but ideal for reaching hypnagogia under the circumstances. Before long, a series of fleeting images manifests until a perceived lapse of consciousness.

PHASE STATE

I become aware of standing in a living-room replica, realistically surrounded by Christmas decorations, and remember to look for the Mona Lisa portrait for Project Elijah. I go through the back door like a ghost in order to access the garden where I believe Mona Lisa is to be found. What I find, instead, is what appears to be a basketball court with some characters milling about and no Leonardo da Vinci painting in sight; however, the surroundings brick walls display colourful graffiti. I focus on a particular wall replete with complex art and fail to detect anything that resembles a portrait—and even after looking away and back at the surface to summon the Renaissance picture, hardly anything changes. I carefully move along the wall in order to examine it carefully and come to a central square about the size of an A2 canvas containing geometric shapes; as I tilt my head, I begin to make pictorial sense of it—the image depicts a vehicle headed downhill and appears to be partially cropped by a shrugging cartoon character that can be best described as a clueless bald man pouting.

I return to the house expecting Mona Lisa to be present in the living room but I encounter an altered interior dominated by more graffiti. I ascend from the floor and pass through the white ceiling with plans to access an imagined upper level containing da Vinci's masterpiece but find myself floating in darkness instead. Due to a cold, I begin to hear my laboured breathing and snoring in my sleep, which immediately strikes me as paradoxical because I am awake and hovering in a dark, phantom space. I'm losing depth of perception so I start rubbing my hands and notice the sound it produces getting louder. I also slowly spin in the void in order to create a vestibular sense and preclude sensations of lying in bed. A vertical column of white light emerges a few feet away and appears to moderately define a sombre bedroom environment in which I perceive myself to be facing partially drawn curtains.

An edgy man in black resembling the actor Dennis Haysbert (who plays the troubled President David Palmer in the TV series 24) is restlessly pacing up and down next to the bed and mumbling incoherently. My judgement is askew here: even though I take the man in black to be a hallucination, I believe I can get a head start in recording my sleep experiences by rushing to my bedside cabinet to get a pen and a piece of paper. As I sit on the bed, and before I can open the drawer, the neurotic man in black approaches and sighs exasperatedly. Surmising this figure to be a frustrated aspect of myself, I hold his hand and invite him to take a seat and relax. 'I can help you!' I say as I take both of his hands. The man squats down in front of me and sardonically replies, 'Really?!' I get the impression that he has no faith in me when he gives me a wry smile. Suddenly, he grips my hands and his countenance takes a devious turn; dreadful, malevolent eyes leer at me—his physiognomy now similar to Tony Todd's when he played the demonic Candyman back in the '90s.

As I try to break free from the grapple, he cocks his head to the side to reveal an extra almond eye on his cheekbone. I assess the situation in Jungian terms and regard the aggressor as possibly representing a shadowy aspect of myself which I have perhaps been denying on some unconscious level and now an opportunity presents itself to potentially address my dark side, as it were. This view, however, doesn't allay my fear in the slightest and wrestling with this figure is proving too much to handle. 'You need to be gone!' I shout as I shake the shadowy monster off me, making it magically vanish in an engulfing dark background. Now I feel a presence behind me and an arm wraps itself around my torso. I want to believe that I'm perceiving my wife cuddling me in the real world as I am still shaken by the unpleasant encounter with the man in black. I briefly wake up and my sleeping wife has her arm around me as suspected and wished for. I can hear the dogs barking in the back garden, making me a little annoyed with the noise they are making in the neighborhood. I'm tired and fall asleep.

DREAM STATE

I am at a crowded Canning Town train station in East London. As I walk around, the surroundings morph into a Tate Modern gallery displaying exquisite metal sculptures and Bauhaus images in mostly black, white and blue (a lot less colourful than the graffiti art I'd seen earlier). There is a frustration in me as I'm not quite sure what I am looking for but I know it is not what I see. I exit what appears to now be Twickenham Stadium and my wife and children—who are a lot younger and smaller than they ought to be—happen to be with me. Suddenly, a heavyset Asian man appears to have been kicked out of the stadium and does not look happy. In his irascible state, he cursed at a group of men in high vis vests and I move the kids to safety. A rottweiler, chained to a bollard, constantly barks and snaps at the enraged man who threatens to punch the animal. A couple of bystanders restrain him before he has a chance to hurt the dog but subsequently let him go when he appears to calm down. A crowd carefully observes him and he begins to feel like a potential terrorist. He picks a fight with the group of workers and the police turns up. I wake up to the sound of barking.

WAKING STATE

I reflect on my experiences and jot them down, noting that I could not find Mona Lisa in the phase state. In hindsight, the subsequent dream state reveals cues—such as absurd environmental changes and my kids being the wrong age—which I failed to recognise in order to promote consciousness of the true nature of its events. I do suspect the terrorist in the dream reflected my anger at the barking in the real world, which needs to be recognised and kept in check. Time to see to the dogs.

I was in a culdesac with a long road leading up to it. My friend had the home at the end of the road (like if you were to drive straight down), and I had the one to the right. For some reason, Tony Soprano was in my dream looking for some sort of device that folds up, but when not folded it turns into a gun and shoots someone or vehicle? I think he was using it to whack people. One night I was pointing it at the sky, and a police officer drove over, but she didn't mind, I guess it was legal or something. Then I go to a party I was next to.

Later, I'm in this factory along with a few other people, and we were stealing stuff from these offices inside the factory. I was stealing watches lol.

The title is Montana because the environment looks like Hope County, Montana from Far Cry 5.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP

At a campus, just waiting for something to end and I am drawing pics, sitting on a bench. Try to make a couple portraits of some people, a bit cartoonish. They look great, just don't look at all with whom I had in mind while drawing them. I go to the canteen and a group of guys who have a love-hate relationship with me, spot me from afar and comment something about me. I sense disappointment and also get the impression that some are planning on going after me to tease me. That worries me a bit. One of the dudes actually thinks I have a crush on him, but he is insufferable. He starts practicing his contemporary dance moves and he has at least one fan who is fixated on him, but he wants to impress me instead, so he starts doing very suggestive moves too close for comfort, and I am like 'please don't". Then I realize I can fly away from this mad people and inspired by his dance I start dancing as I go up in the sky trying to also spark some surprise. But there is barely any reaction from anyone, as usual.
There is a building in front of me and as I get closer to its top, I spot my friend Zilla in an appartment and I stop by, entering through the window. She is nursing her baby and also has some new kittens, but what I am amazed at the most, is that she is also raising three tiny bats. I pick up one to take a picture of him in my hand, but he doesn't stay still and eventually jumps to fly and almost hits me in the face. I get scared and then laugh and she comments they are learning how to fly.

I remember being in this sort of dream world where different passageways lead to different parts of the dream. In one faithful instance of stupidity, I found myself going through a tunnel with some people that lead to a relatively large, dark expanse and then coming out the other side alone. The setting I found myself in was a roller rink's food court/resting area, but minus the actual roller rink itself.

I tried to leave, but as I went further into the entrance I came through, I felt like I was being impeded by a stronger version of the same pitch black material that my trailer's blinds are made of. It felt as if I was completely enveloped in it the harder I tried to power through it. Eventually, I decided to call upon the help of a tall, vaguely emaciated looking figure who must have been the god of this realm. He told me that in order to get through, I needed to maintain a state of absolute calm, and only then will the passageways to other parts of the dream be opened to me.

I decided it was worth a shot. I walked in as far as I could, already missing whatever I was doing before I found myself in this predicament, laid down, took a few deep breaths, and suddenly I felt as if I was no longer being crushed like before. The first few attempts to leave were unsuccessful due to me losing my sense of calm and/or focus, but eventually I did make it to doorways that lead elsewhere.

The problem, however, is that none of these were desirable locations. A lot of them featured nightmarish creatures and dead ends, causing me to have to make it back to the roller rink area. A lot of them featured an entity resembling a very short old african american lady with no arms, although its human appearance was only a fluke. In actuality, it was as far removed from any kind of humanity as possible, acting either as a cunning, highly manipulative predator or a mindlessly cannibalistic one.

After what felt like at least an hour of searching, I made it to a small room with heavy green lighting and an old-fashioned wallpaper that featured vertical stripes and other decorative designs. The room itself was probably slightly larger than an average closet space, and across from me was a door that I presumed to at least lead to somewhere more feasible. The issue, however, was the presence right next to the door of an instance of the afforementioned creature and another, much larger and bulkier one that might have been wearing a tuxedo and had a face similar to the vaguely insmuth looking people from tool's music video for parabola. behind them was a chair and a few food bowls full of what looked like cat food.

I thought that maybe I could dart past them and open the door, however I didn't consider the possibility of it being locked, and once they spotted me, they both attempted to attack/take bites out of me, to which I got angry and adrenaline-filled and knocked over the chair and food bowls, eventually causing me to wake up. I remember thinking to myself, "oh thank god finally".

Car

Dreamed that I went to pick up my car from repairs, but the guy who did my safety inspection and charged me a whopping 2300 for it was at that garage. He had completely destroyed my car. It was gutted and all there was was a frame left.

No other dreams...

Yesterday my two kittens died. That night in a dream I was in my front yard and my step dad had moved some rocks. He found the bodies of the other 4 kittens. I looked at the bodies and one of them opens its diseased eyes. this was straight out of a horror film. In fact it was so shocking that I did not believe it. I remembered that the other four kittens had been adopted out, so this must be a dream. I decided to fly and it did not immediately work. My step father tried to tell me I was not dreaming or I would be able to fly. I pointed out that I was currently floating at least three feet of the ground, so I clearly was dreaming. I flew around and eventually thought I should try to do something useful. What was the task of the month? I remembered that I was supposed to forge a ring of power and see what it did.
I decided that I would role play out this whole thing rather than just summon a forge and do a quicky thing imagine a ring and have done. I was still picturing the area around my house so I went into my shop. There is a wood stove in there so I lit it with my mind. I look around and come across some rings. I also find a can to melt the rings in. This seems like a good start. Perhaps these are magic rings and good material for a ring of power. I put 4 or so magic rings in the can and go to place it in the fire. I notice that smoke is coming from some place other than the fire. This led to me trying to put out a few shop fires and then I woke up suddenly. Nice vivid dream, but failed TOTM.