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July 27, 2014

I woke this morning to disturbances so it kind of killed todays recall. I remember being in a old house and finding a crawlspace in the floor that led to a room of fire,lava, and skulls. I tried to get the pictures out to a news reporter but i dont think he believed me. Later in another dream, i was at an amusement park looking place but it was all indoors. Had to ride something to get into the park that looked like a morgue. I wish i could remember more details it was harder this morning.

I am on an alien planet with a barren landscape. The boulders are red and piled up in some places into mountains. At one point in time, the surface ripples like a long, slow tidal wave of earth, which explains the strange fauna, all very sturdy with flat surfaced faces and bodies. I see two horse-like beasts flat against the boulders of a slope. They are gray and immobile, but they detach as I watch, and they separate and heave themselves up the slope…traveling. The scene is depressing, especially the bulky, graceless, sluggish animals.

I am alone…wandering. I seldom encounter other people and nearly always at a distance. They are wanderers, survivors, scavengers like me.

I have settled down now in an enclave of red boulders at some elevation. I can look down a slope, and I can see across the barren, rocky landscape. Sometimes I see a wanderer or a pair of people in the distance.

I am looking out from this desolate aerie when I am threatened by a pair of men from behind. They try to bully me into doing something. I don’t know what they want, and I don’t think they know either. It’s not possible to bully me because there’s nothing I want to protect or live for. I’m immune to their threats, taunts or violence.

My morbid passivity dispels the aggression of the two rough and burly men so they seat themselves, instead, at a boulder as if at a café. I bring them what I have, a little water in a salvaged, worn, plastic container. More people, all haggard and rough, come to the red boulder enclave, and I serve them what I have, bits of food or scant water all in deteriorating containers or poorly-crafted bowls of red clay.

A man and woman come to the improvised diner in the barrens, and I bring the woman a little milk in a broad, plastic container like the bottom of a 2-liter soda. She is hot, dirty and tired, so she tosses the milk like water against her throat and chest to cool herself. For the first time, my emotions flare, and I cry out in distress over the precious milk. “More valuable than gold…!” The regret is piercing, but brief, and I go back to a red boulder where more of the rare, nourishing milk sits at the bottom of a deteriorating container, and I take it to the woman to drink.

My mom appears to help me clean up. I have piles of clean, folded rags with which I wipe out the bowls and other plastic ware. She expects and looks around for water, but I explain that there isn’t enough for washing, so we must settle for wiping with these towels.

Another rough stranger complains about the conditions, at which I slam down my towel in my fist against a boulder and cry, “It’s the whole damn solar system…!” By this I mean that it isn’t just this world or this little, red rock diner, so this person won’t find better conditions anywhere and will just have to get used to it.

A pair of wanderers, probably father and son, come into the diner while I am busy, but I see the boy looking at a little, picture frame I have set upright at an angle amidst the crude dinnerware on a boulder. The frame is white porcelain with tiny, pink roses painted on it. It is square, about 3 inches in both dimensions. In gilt lettering, it says “love,” but there’s no image contained in the frame. It’s empty.

I am sitting in my kitchen. I have just heated up a ton of leftover pizza and begin eating like I had never eaten before. Now in RL I have a weak stomach and usually by my third slice, I'm about ready to barf. But in the dream I was able to just keep going and going.
My mom came in and asked me what I was doing. I told her that I was trying to feed some zombie form that I had. And triggering the form came by eating a ton of food. Once in the form, for a limited time I became extremely strong and was able to regenerate from any wounds that I got.
I recalled being in my zombie form before. I engaged in a battle atop a moving train with several armed personnel. They fired dozens of bullets at me but all of the wounds regenerated. I then charged after them and dispatched them accordingly.

[Partially Lucid]

I am walking through the woods. It is a deep, hilly woods with tall trees that have lost their leaves. Sun rays are filtering through the treetops.
I then come across Manei arguing with who I can only assume was her mother. I can't recall what they were arguing about. I just walked past the two of them. I didn't even recall recognizing her until later. I continue past them and go up a large hill. I sit down on a fallen tree, and continue to watch them. I can still barely see the two of them through the branches.
Then the two of them follow me and come up to the fallen log and sit on either side of me. I ask them what the fight was about. They reply but I cannot recall what their reply was. I end up telling the two of them that they shouldn't fight, and should just enjoy the beauty of the woods.

Dream 1

I was on a beach and some YouTuber was running across it yelling something really loud. There were 2 guys in the pub near the beach like 'wtf is he doing?', I run onto the beach a wave comes in and the water gets my feet wet. It was freezing.

Dream 2

I am in a different country with a few people from work and others who I know. It was a huge city but basically the road networks were above everything else. Underneath the road networks were all the shops etc. I was talking to one friend from work about this and we realised this was good for our current situation. A zombie apocalypse. (Lots of zombie dreams atm because I'm watching The Walking Dead series ) He referred to the city below as 'hell' and we never would want to go down down there unless necessary. I'm then sitting on top of a shed sort of building with two others. They say they are going to have to go into one of the shops to collect something. They both go down and walk off. I'm sitting on this shed with a football feeling a bit uneasy about being on myself. I see a zombie walking slowly below me, I wanted to go to a shop as well to get things too. So I thought I'd throw this football at the zombies head and knock him over then run. I threw it, it hit him on the head and when the ball hit the floor a whole pack of zombies turned to look at me. Uh oh. I began running as fast as I could to the shop I wanted to get too, all of them following me. I found the shop, ran inside and it was pitch black, unluckily there was about 7 zombies in here. I knew of a small vent round the back which I could crawl through. I tried pushing threw but I was bitten, clawed and scratched. Great. I made it into the vent bleeding knowing eventually I would turn into a zombie. There was also a girl with me in the vent who was about 10 as well. But I took out my gun, aimed it at my head and BANG.

I was then in an office with one of my teachers who were in the dream earlier. We are dressed in suits sipping water looking over the city. I had came back to life as the same person 20 years later, no one looked liked they aged either. Then the 2 people from work came in and started asking me questions how I got myself killed and what exactly happened.

Dream 3

For some reason I had loads of crack cocaine in my wardrobe. It was in loads of paracetamol boxes, I think overall there was about 10 boxes of it. My brother was on the computer and I went down to him singing about it and put it on his desk as a joke. I said 'I don't know what to do with all of this.' I was thinking 'I can't exactly sell it, to who? How?' I knew it was worth a lot of money but I was going to have to get rid of it. I was thinking all of this outside in the back garden. Then my brother came outside with a crack pipe and was just about to light it up. I ran up to him snatched it out of his hand threw it on the ground and smashed it to pieces. 'What do you think you're doing? You'll get addicted to this shit! I was angry. 'I'm getting rid of this all right now, I'm going to burn it or something, whatever!'. I began to get rid of it, throwing it away. I had 2 boxes left and my mum got home from work. I'm standing in the kitchen and she says she has got me a DVD. I look at the DVD and it was called Mulvy vol. 1, it had a guy with long black hair on the front. Then she goes to have a bath. I try sneakily take it out the wardrobe and get rid of it before she gets out. I do. But I knew she knew about these last two boxes somehow. Then my mum and sister and me go on a drive, she asks me about crack. About how dangerous it is. I wasn't sure if it was a coincidence or she knew. Then I was in her boyfriends car, not her boyfirend in real life, her boyfriend in this dream. He turned out to be a crack dealer and was telling me about it.

Morning of July 28, 2014. Monday.



I am in an undefined indoor location in my dream but with somewhat of a sense of being in the Barolin Street house (where we moved from in the beginning of 2008), though there is also a lesser awareness of the Gellibrand Street apartment in Clayfield (our first home together). Zsuzsanna is present in some scenes.

My attention is on a plastic doll of 18 inches of the generic kind that represents a female toddler in standing position, dressed in 1890s fashion. Apparently, I had gotten this doll in the mail recently. I notice a number of signatures of former schoolmates and friends, most written in either blue or black ink. The handwriting is mostly on the lower arms, hands, and legs of the doll.

Wrapped sparsely around parts of the doll is at least a four-foot length of sections of retied “wire”. Though it looks like barbed wire, it may be craft sinew. There are only a few twists around each limb and a few around the body. The “wire” firstly seems soft even at the junctures of the knots.

There is also a small booklet that is tied on with a small thin ribbon around the neck, which seems to hold a series of messages from different people over time and intended for anyone that temporarily has the doll before they mail it to someone else, the tone of the writing somewhat like that found in a typical school yearbook.

The doll also apparently serves as a fancy friendship book (FB), which is sent from person to person for each to add their contact details. (This was common practice for penpals, though some of whom annoyingly and intentionally collected the booklets and foldables of various themes, styles, and materials instead of passing them on). I am not sure who to send it to. I read a message from Toby, my best friend from school. He talks about what a good idea this “friendship book” is.

Later, there is a second doll, seemingly of which has not passed via as many people. The second one has sharp and thick barbed wire around it in a few areas of the limbs and body as well as a small part of the head. A length of it is disentangled and somewhat loose.

I consider sending both of the “friendship books” on their way, but I feel a bit uncertain because of the potential harm the projecting barbed wire (on the second doll) may present for those I send it to (or anyone handling the package itself assuming it is wrapped in paper rather than being sent in a box). I test the possible danger by moving my hand against the wire to make sure it is flatter and not of a potential to accidentally cut someone, but I soon come to believe that it would not be a good idea to mail either doll.

My dream starts to lose cohesion. When I look at the second doll again, it has transformed into a flat cardboard cut-out doll of the same frontal appearance. It begins to separate into sections and copies of those same sections, relating to a potential to then rebuild it, even the nose then needing to fit into the face of which has a cut-out circle where the nose cut-out would fit into, as well as a redundant additional full face cut-out. Eventually, the aspects of my dream change to where the transformed doll is apparently now a paper tole or 3D decoupage project. The “barbed wire” seems no longer present or relevant. I am not sure how to proceed, as it now seems a more time-consuming task to meet the responsibility of passing on the school reunion addresses, messages, and signatures.

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One layer of my dream was an incidental distortion of “wiring someone” as in sending them a message. However, barbed wire is associated with a fence and a fence typically represents a division between dreaming and waking (especially the higher preconscious level). Additionally, a doll typically symbolizes the status of being asleep and inactive while in the dream state and thus is not usually a symbol of real life relevance. I consider this dream important with respect to that understanding as it also redundantly validates a doll as of a specific level of unconsciousness due to the parallel symbolism of being “of a fence” (liminal space divider) as well as how being unconscious limits the movement of the physical body. There is an additional revelatory feature of the friendship book element regarding the transpersonal nature of the preconscious (closer to the collective unconscious than either the dream self or conscious self identity, relating to both static and dynamic influences from other people, though depending on the personal will of the individual).

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It was my dream self’s focus of intent that transformed the doll into flat cardboard and thus changed the original nature of my dream. Recall that I was deliberately checking to make sure the wire was not sharply protruding outward, so this was non-lucid dream control, not lucidity as I was unaware that I was dreaming in this case.

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Revised, clarified, and simplified for the casual reader on Sunday, 22 October 2017.

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Morning of July 28, 2014. Monday.



In my dream, my wife Zsuzsanna and children and I are at my (deceased in real life) sister Marilyn’s house in La Crosse. We all seem happy and my dream is mostly uneventful until I see a strange small animal with a somewhat longer body and short light-gray fur. It is running over the floor to get to the far corner from where I am seated in the living room, to where there is apparently a large mouse-hole in the baseboard. The creature, somewhat rodent-like, does not fully look like a real animal at first. However, in my dream, it is “known” to be a type of mole. I am soon able to pick it up and it is about twice the size of a mouse. After a short time, it begins to “vibrate” quite heavily with an intriguingly amplified catlike purring sound that moves through its entire body and seemingly through mine a little. I draw attention to the creature and its tame behavior to everyone else. The details of holding the animal and hearing and feeling the purring from it are extraordinarily vivid and pleasing. I would say it is like a composite of a large mouse and a very small mole with partial catlike behavior, although I think it is somewhat nervous in being picked up and carried around.

Knowing it is not a pet however, I am aware that I probably should let it go soon into the backyard, but am somewhat reluctant to do so. I am not sure that it will be able to survive. I briefly contemplate having it in a cage in the shed but do not take that course of action. Instead, I set it down on the grass near the back door and it scurries westward.

Shortly after this, my brother-in-law Bob finds it and starts poking it with a stick in a larger but shallow recess in the yard that seems as if it may be a nest of some kind. (A very similar thing happened with a very large opossum that found its way into his shed in reality about twenty years ago and I was annoyed by how he was mindlessly jabbing it with a large stick, trying to get it to go in no particular direction each time though it eventually left on its own after he left the shed.)

After a short time though, he stops. He then starts being despondent over his future and how he will have to live somewhere else soon, yet supposedly has no money or way to survive. For some reason he asks about my family’s survival as well, and he remains annoyed by my positivity and optimism. This part is unusual because it reflects the fact that my sister (his wife) had died earlier this year even though she had been alive in my dream a short time prior to this scenario.

The next part is quite strange, because it seems to relate to three “realities” at the same time. My wife and children living or trying to survive without me upon my apparent demise is the first “layer”. My “additional” living with them in a different house (instead of the large Loomis Street house - though my family has never been to America in real life) as another “layer”, and in the last “layer”, I am also living with my brother-in-law in a small apartment. Even though this seems to be a simultaneous three-way “composite of time” (similar to how locations are sometimes oddly trilocated), it is more like three potential branches of the “same” skewed timeline. “Alternate” histories have been in other dreams and seem not that uncommon.

This unusual mole possibly represents my persistence in trying to resolve lifelong mysteries (even long after they had been addressed and partly “solved” on certain mundane levels) by continuously “digging deeper”.

Dreams vague, hazy mostly. Most clear #1 at the conclusion (waking moment).

22:30 read self-hypnosis for lucid dreaming script

23:33 bedtime
00:00 Monday 2014-07-28 Competition #18 night #1

06:17

1) I'm driving some vehicle with others in it, there is a stand/road with people leading up a twisty narrow road that I need to go on, there's not room, the seated people lining the path all stand up (to honor a king?), I direct the vehicle and go up. At the top I start jumping through holes and moving through maze-like paths and tunnels, picking up keys and tags that are associated with people. At one point I think I've chosen "Pam"'s tag, I look at her and see her seated in an orchestra, she's a clarinet player, dark-ish skinned almost middle aged sort of skinny not really my type, I'm continuing searching and see some more tags on a sign for a (chinese restaurant?).

The guy I've been paired with asks me to take him to the DMV. I do not want to and think about blowing him off, but decide that would be rude.

I'm sitting at a long table with friends starting a party, one guy pours his homemade alcohol (I called it "airplane fuel") into my jar-cup. I'm getting drunk and commiserate my bad luck in the pairings with my friend DC:

Me: "I got paired with a guy instead of a girl."
DC: "I know."
Me: "He asked me to take him to the DMV!"
DC: "I know!"
Me: "I HAD TO WAIT THERE WHILE HE FINISHED HIS DRIVING TEST!!!"
DC: "I KNOW!"

I say the drink is not half-bad with the added flavoring. Friend-DC says "oh no that's the wrong way you have to drink it straight!" He prepares a new drink for me and plops it down in front of me. It's a massively giant clear mug the size of a beer keg, about 2-3 feet tall and 1 foot in diameter. It is full of the clear liquor and ice. I think if I drink this thing I'll surely die of alcohol poisoning. Everybody at the table is laughing and clapping. I'm staring at this massive mug and say "WTF?!" and do a nose pinch,.... but I'm already awake in bed and moving my physical body to do the nose pinch (and so can't breathe).

2) I'm on on stage at a rich kid's party (saw a rich kid's fancy party IWL at a park a few days ago), I'm carrying a present from stage right to stag e left in front of the crowd. It's just the top empty carcass of a wrapped present there is no present inside, and so I call out "false alarm, false alarm, false alarm" as I move to where the rich kid is sitting. I reach there and put down the box. The spoiled rich kid opens a present, it's a board game "The Game of Life," the kid complains that she already has this game and throws it into the air and and all the play money from the game goes flying like confetti through the air. I think about this game and how (false memory) there are all these little loop-dee-loop paths that you can get trapped on unless you make a proper roll of the dice to escape.

3) I'm at a party that's still preparing for guests. A big group of partiers arrive just as the hors d'oeuvres are brought out of the oven on baking sheets. They're mostly round dumplings, each sheet with its own color. The newcomers start gobbling down the hors d'oeuvres before they're even put onto plates, I think that's rude. I want to eat some too, but resist. I see a platter of roasted and sliced steak the middle slightly reddish/pink.

4) it's late evening twilight I"m outside in a huge garden at a friend's house (large party?) There's nobody around I'm only in my underwear, I start running trying to get to my clothing before people come out. While running I realize there's a small girl also running right beside me she's also only in her underwear, she's sort of getting in my way. Then people come out from everywhere and get in my way.

F1) I'm approaching sitting in theater seats on an incline. I sit down one seat away from the guy already there my explanation is that I want the aisle. He puts his feat down onto the open seat in front of him.

F2) In a work bar looking for ChL?

06:40 WBTB -- awake for a long time, slow getting back to sleep. Should I just get up? No, practice relaxation. I eventually sleep again. Remee goes off somewhere in here a few times? I turn it off.

10:51

5) I'm meeting with friends/acquaintences, there's a conference going on, arranging a meeting later. I or someone is folding a piece of white paper. Reading a sign posted outside about the celebration schedule, it turns out that it started a week ago but the meeting for the night is still on. We arrange to meet on this corner. I say "this is the north west corner" and I'm thinking about compass directions and how the streets are aligned with them, that's how I come up with "north west." Later I"m driving a car on my way to this meeting, I enter an intersection on a green light turning left but cars still cross left/right as if they have a green, I'm confused by this but yield to them and make the left turn, up ahead the traffic turns right it's gridlock that's where I need to go.

6) I'm kissing a pretty girl and sort of sucking on her upper lip (signature technique), I realize the girl is not really into it maybe I'm forcing myself on her, she's leading me to a meeting I realize this meeting is in a subterranean band room and they may trap me there for all eternity because there's no way for me to get out. Even though this event was staged in my honor, I'm concerned it's a trap so I do not attend. I'm talking to people on the ground outside and some cloth translucent fences appear around me, I'm not too concerned because I could always fly out if I have to.

Pretty sure there were more dream scenes during the night but forgot them.

I drive mum's car on the country road. I have on my mind to park the car and find a place to sleep and induce LDs. I drive very fast and when I'm going through a small village, I hit someone's car mirror. I'm going still pretty fast. The mirror seems to be okay, just a little bit dirty. The road became impassable. I stop the car and go out. There is a forest and I see circular shrine of some kind. I go there. I meet some children with their parents, they seems to be tourist and they are speaking German or something like that. Near the shrine, there is a house. I have fake memories that I've already slept there, so I decide that I'm gonna sleep in the house tonight as well. I wonder if I didn't forget to lock the car. I know that I left there my wallet and my phone. I lie down to a large bed. When I drift to sleep, a small little figure in the brown hood. I think his eyes are lighty iluminated. He grabs my hand and leads me to another room. It's kind a spooky.

It become to occur to me that I'm dreaming. I try to do RC by jumping up the ceiling. I levitate. The little figure is staring at me. I use telekinesis to clear him away, he's really creepy looking.

I'm at my gradma's hall. I think about my planned LD activities. First that came to my mind is 3 step task. I clearly remember, what to do first - mass telekinesis. I'm pretty good at that so it shouldn't be a problem. There are onions and flowerpots. I try to lift up all the things by my mind. Nothing happens. Okay, well let's try the onion first. I focus on lifting up onion and a moment it flies on the hall. I remember that I need to lift up at least 10 things. I already did the great mass
telekinesis with 50 DCs so flowerpots and onions are not the problem for me. In the few minutes, everyting is flying on the hallway. I enjoy to manipulate with them. The first step completed. The second is go through a solid object. I see wooden doors. I naturally pass through it with my eyes open, no biggie. The second task - check. When I'm outside I remember my third task. Teleportation. I'm not goot at teleportation. I try to figure out how can I teleport to Shire. I try it six times with various doors but it doesn't work. I try to ask a DC how can I get myself to the Shire. I see someone in the garage. I ask him. He drops a white rat on the floor and tells me that I need to follow it. Strange, but why not try. I follow the white rat, it has wet and dusty fur. It runs to neighbors. I stick behind it. I try to figure out from where I know this situation. Oh, yes, the Matrix I think. It begins to burrow on the hill of dried soil. I try to follow it. I dig in the dirt by my hands. I lost it. I try to pass through the ground, but it doesn't work because the dirt is so friable.

Screw it, I can fly to the Shire by myself. If I'm gonna expecting that I will see the shire, then I would. I jump in the air and fly. I need to fly fast again. I focus on kicking my legs and speeding up. It works great. I see a small pond beneath. There are wooden swings and old willow. The grass is strange green, I don't know how to describe it. It feels like a shire, so I think I'm on the right track. I fly further. Gradually, there are small fields and plantations. It's hobit style with small tools. I land amongs the farm facilities. I think what else I could do to gain more points in the competition. Fight my teammate. I try to summon someone from my team. CanisLucidus appears behind my back. He looks the same as Liam Neeson. I face him and try to start friendly fight. I throw a stone on him. He's just standing. I take my swiss knife and throw it towards him. I hit him, but he is okay. He has the swiss knife as well, only the bigger one. He looks pretty angry. He's preparing to
hit the knife at me. I'm afraid of pain so I yell: STOP! NO! NO! He throw it anyway. I use my telekinesis ability to stop it in the air. It drops on the ground. He pick it up and try to hit me again. I don't like stitchinkg my dream body. I convince him by my will to stop that.

We go together to the near house. We met two beautiful girls inside and the third is mature woman. I like the young one with curvy black hair. They are only in their underwear. I need to complete task of the month and lucid dares - be naked infront of DCs. I ask the girl, if she is gonna have sex with me. She says: Okay, but in twenty minutes. I take my clothes off. She looks at me and takes me to bed immeadiately. I think that the lucid dream is long enough and I did all the things I
intended so I would like to wake up. The most realiable method to wake up is to start having sex for me. I'm doing it with the nice girl for 5 minutes or more, but I'm still not waking up. CanisLucidus/Liam Neelson is doing the other girl on the next bed. I don't enjoy the sex and thinking about that real one is much better. I become be little worry about waking up. I stop and go out. I want to wake up now! I'm starting to a little panic.

False awakening in the gradma's living room on the sofa. Recently, I practice to recognize FAs so I was aware that this is not waking world immediately. There are three black guys in the room. I tell them that I need to wake up. They claimed that I'm wake up. I reply them that it's very very unlikely that my granma has three black guys in her living room. I'm afraid that my car is being robbed from the first non lucid part of the dream. I run to the hall. I'm starting to panic a lot. I don't know where to run or what to do to wake up. I feel like a wild animal newly caught in cage. I try to beating the walls with my body and screaming. The dream is only more stabilized. Holy shit! I try to calm down. A memory from the movie Waking life arise, that the main character has the same problem. A movie DC advised to him: Simply just wake up. I focus on this simple though and stop panic. Suddenly I open my eyes. I see the wooden wall. I feel great relief that I'm awake and the car is okay. Doing RC to be sure.

The ending of the dream was horrible experience. I need to get accustomed to these 1 hour+ lucid dreams.
(supplements used: galantamine, choline and sulbutiamine)

http://www.dreamviews.com/lucid-aids...ment-here.html

A botched WBTB with drinking green tea and being unable to fall asleep again

Dreams:

#1: I'm hiking in the mountains with a friend, and it's getting dark, but we need to climb down a vertical wall before that, so we start, and what we find is that there is a whole ancient city built into this wall - like Petra in Jordan (was there once). It's huge but with very small buildings - like for beings of a height of maybe 15 cm. This doesn't strike us as odd - only as a great archaeological find to be partied on.
We make it down without accident and there's a Bavarian beer place at the bottom, we meet some more friends and start drinking toasts to our discovery...

#2: It's a work dream - won't go into too many details of that - but I have loads other details..
I was sleeping where I worked as well, and woke up and needed to go out of my room to a common bathroom, which didn't work properly concerning the shower, and once on the loo, somebody comes in of course...
When I get back to my room I find I left the door open a bit and my radio alarm clock blares super loudly over the long hallways, people already complaining. Then to the breakfast getting place - only lemonade left, but tasted great - to the meeting room - meeting all over and I get a row ... and so forth.
Edit: This was a FA, most probably!

Fragment:

#1: Really weird one, shame there is not more context to it:
I'm doing brain-surgery, but on a kitchen table and on a horse, the horse is conscious and comments at times.
Somebody helps me, and to prevent bleeding, he knots together two strands of something like long translucent macaronis - good that the horse noticed, I had to unknot these, otherwise that would have been bad in some way...









Activity: Yesterday one self-hypnosis session

I had a false awakening, but did not reality check and had no awareness:

I woke up in a bunk bed on a very tall bunk, scared that if I move the wrong way, I will fall out of bed to my death. Interestingly I remembered that this night I would be getting points for something, but I thought I would get points based on what kind of bed I slept in, and a bunk bed was negative points!

This is all I remember.

Edit: Actually I also remember a déjà vu feeling when in the high bunk bed, like I have had that dream before maybe. I was very scared.

Dream:

J.C and me were supposed to meet up and do something (kayaking?). But then she told me that she was supposed to meet someone else before me and two others afterwards, and she wondered if our meeting would take up a lot of time. I got a little offended that she would plan so much other stuff when we were supposed to meet. It all ended with a party at J.C's, her boyfriend was there. She had made some snack with a bowl full of strawberries. They never got eaten and at the end of the night they were dried up and wrinkly. We were drunk, J.C had to go lay down. I was looking for something in her cupboard. I finally found it and decided to go to bed. The bedroom was kind of old looking, and there was some eerie feeling in there. Something about an attack... Destiny ment for some other girl to have slept there that night, and if she did she would have been attacked and killed. But since things took a different turn, and I were the one who ended up sleeping there, that would not happen after all. I hoped... There was a window there with an old shabby curtain. I tried to pull it closed over the dark window, so the attacker (if he came) could not see me in there, but I could not cover the whole window. I turned off the lights.

Fragment:

H. had bought some expensive computer device. His cousin was there to help him set it up. I was a bit frustrated that he'd bought something he so obviously didn't need. Only because it was cool.

Fragment:

Something with trolls. I woke up, or had a FA, and thought "Aw, I was so close to a lucid, better try a DEILD". I didn't get lucid, but continued to dream a bit about trolls (or something similar).

Fragment:

Something about Barney from 'How I Met Your Mother'. And I was trying to blow air into an inflatable dog bed.

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Woke up at 11 pm, H. came and woke me up. Wrote down my dreams an hour later.

.../I'm out of the city, standing between an open field and a school. The whole sky is densely covered with dark storm clouds. It's dawn. I see there's a lot of people wearing clothes from different religious grounds on the place when we hear a loud roar followed by its echoes. I cannot distinguish if it was a thunder or the eruption of a volcano when I see far in the field a huge rock making its way through the clouds like a meteor although I cannot see any fire nor smoke behind it. On the contrary, it looks like it was thrown by a catapult although it seems to be breaking the speed of sound because of the vapor cloud that can be seen around the rock leaving a white trail across its path which is not regular, as the rock has sort of motion effect that deviates it from its predictable trajectory randomly spinning to any size. It hasn't touch the ground when we see another one, and then another one opening their way through the clouds. Every time closer than the previous one. Producing the same irregular trails across the sky. One of the rocks heavily falls and quick bounces taking some persons with it. The rest of the people panics and run for cover in the yard which is under a second floor of the school. I decide to go with them but I'm starting to think that perhaps it's not a good idea to use this building as shelter. Then I hear a crash sound coming from the roof and almost immediately after, a rock makes its way through the roof above us taking more people with it. I hear screams here and there, people running without direction. It's madness all around. I don't have time to see the gore. I take a look out to the field, where I was standing, the number of raining rocks have significantly increased and it's starting to become dense here too. It's chaos, an Armageddon like feeling starts to spread around the place. I decide it's better to go out somewhere I can see the sky in order to avoid any falling rocks. I go out through the main gates of the school which has turned into my primary school because of the rocks have just started to fall in that side. I get to the street and see a lot of people running out of control. I turn to see the sky enough to realize there's one about to fall right where I am, I have to move fast to avoid it with a jump. It falls to my side taking some persons with it/...

* Woke up hearing the sound of the wind hardly shaking the leaves of the trees

* Relative size of the rocks:

First I dreamed of something deleting someone and I tried to bring her back. I don't think I did in the dream.

Later I dreamed of many baby birds in a jar; some (most of them) were dead and one of them cried out to me and I picked up the jar, went outside and opened the lid. I shook it, some dead ones fell out and others flew off. I then walked to another part of the yard and shook it out there before emptying it including the water at the bottom.

I think the birds represent social anxiety.

Later while awake I saw the same type of jar on the same shelf in the same room of the same house, but it was empty.

Dream 1
Recorded at 8:00am

I'm at my old house and I'm sitting on the couch with my brother. Across from us is someone my brother knows who is also sitting on a couch. I'm playing a game on a device where you beat the other person up while they're eating. I tell my brother i would beat up his friend in this game. Deep down I think I would lose to this guy, but I keep acting as if I could. Brother friend says he's not feeling too well and I begin to think i have scared him out of a battle. He farts and says he's feeling much better now. I feel as if I need to fight him now that he's not pulling out.

I'm outside a house, about to leave in a car. I see my bike near the door and notice it's not locked up. I walk over and lock it up to something. I put the lock through the spokes in the rim.

Dream 2

I see Johnny Rollins from 'The Voice' Australia. He's in a studio was Kylie Minogue. He's singing and gets up on the bench and really gets into his singing. Kylie and her famous friends start digging his performance. Kylie gets on the drums and starts singing along with Johnny.

I see Johnny showing a game he's been working on. It's not fully finished. He has a hand in the game that reaches over to the enemy's side of the map. He shows some fruits in the game that are lined up. He mentions a few are coming out the same due to coding problems in the game. I see a donate button in case anyone wants to support his game.

I had a dream. In like a suburbn moutain range. It was like Greece and Alfafara mixed in. It was very cool. But it was a longish road and I am with people walking alongside them. I felt good because I wasn't alone and we were high in the mountains and below us was beautiful sights. I realize that my shoe is missing and I know its behind in the path. I don't want to lose them so I keep watching for like 5 minutes more (I guess?) until I give up and go back because I can't stand it. I go back to retrieve the shoe and then I realize I have become lost. I then find a what appears to be a Amazonian female lost in the jungle. We decided to team up and find cylinder-shape hole, I am talking Star Trek Enterprise big. Inside was a mechanism inside the ground. Think... Octoupus ride at an amusement park. I get inside with my newly-found partner and the ride starts. Then all fo the sudden, these Disney-like characters appear and they're singing but I can't hear them. They are on floating circle-shaped cobblestoned panels which float just outside the arms but inside where it's a good distance to view them. As I go around the characters, I see my MOTHER! She is MEDUSA. I am not kidding.

So after that, I go out and me and friend go thru some buildings and then I hear gunshots and now the settign is like District 9... I am running and running. All of the sudden, these milita-looking people come to me claiming I did something bad and I find myself in prison in a white-huge-looking cell like an insane ayslum and the dream ends.