Morning of May 22, 2014. Thursday. I am in a small second-hand book store in an unknown location. There are two unknown females behind the counter which is nearly chest high. There is a table with at least eight piles of comic magazines to my right that, although seem a lot like Warren magazines in overall design are actually (fictional) black-and-white Avengers comic magazines which I have not seen before (possibly from the early 1980s). I put several on the counter to buy after going through the stacks, eventually adding up to about a dozen or more. The younger cashier on the right says that she will take off a certain amount of money from the total price if I buy more, so I look over what I had already put on the counter, and look more at the ones on the table. The total will probably be about $23.00 to $24.00 or somewhere around that range. I read the title “Avengers” on each cover, but I start to focus on only the covers that feature Marvel’s Black Cat character, all in similar full-body layouts for the most part, although she looks more like DC’s Catwoman. Also, I call her “Black Widow” which is yet another character and more to do with the actual Avengers. There are at least a dozen or more of these magazines I decide to get and eventually decide to only get those that feature her on the cover. However, over time, I have to keep putting the covers back on. I notice that when I pick one up sometimes, the cover is missing and still on the table, which I then put back over the rest of the book. In addition to all that, some of the covers remind me (in overall style of art) of Silver Sable. In the long run, I only refer to her as “Black Widow” in my dream even though it may be a version of the Black Cat though I do not wish to sound ignorant. The cashiers do not correct me if such is the case. After this dream, I also realized it could have been relative to “The Avengers” television series, which is unrelated to Marvel’s Avengers. The title in my dream matched some stylized titles of the show.
I am in a gorgeous mansion, but I need to find my way out. I walk down hallways, up stairs, around corners and into new and unfamiliar rooms. I walk up an ornate, wooden stair case to the landing above. The walls are a faint mint green, and the wooden floor beneath me is a deep, rich chocolate color. A young boy I do not recognize is standing there. He follows me throughout the house as I grow more and more desperate and puzzled in this seemingly unending maze of doors and staircases. As I walk down one particularly long and narrow staircase, I see a kitchen ahead of me, and I am able to control how it looks. I make it messy and old; The paint on the walls is cracked and peeling, and an old wooden table is piled high with junk. All of a sudden, I become lucid, realizing that something is very odd about all of this. I take a few steps forward then turn around slowly to take in the room. All I see is a blur of color; reds, oranges, yellows and blues. I turn a corner and see another stair case. At the top of this one is a very familiar looking girl. I know I need to get to her, but she is moving very quickly so I decide to fly up the stairs because I am dreaming. I close my eyes and focus all my attention on flying. I shoot up into the air, but begin to sink down towards the floor just before I reach the top of the staircase. The girl has disappeared, and I am falling quickly towards the floor. The harder I try to stop myself the faster I fall.
I've been using a different brand of ear plugs, more comfortable and tied together with a string so I don't lose them. They've been helping me sleep, and more importantly, helping me remember my dreams! It's been so long, I'm really getting into it now that I'm able to again. So much so that I'm having my obsessive compulsive dream control fixations where I obsessively dream about testing the same thing all night. Monday Messing around with archetypal structures. Each one had several main branches that I was able to activate or deactivate, drastically changing the functionality of what I was using Tuesday I fall asleep like a bird dive bombing into the water to snatch a fish. I went from awake to dreaming like diving into a pool. My focused attention had like a weight behind it, a heavier momentum that carried an extra oomph. I kept waking myself up and plunging myself back into sleep Wednesday A little obsessed with this new quality of momentum, my fixation incubates dreams exploring this all night long. I noticed this momentum often comes from scale. Changes in scale on a liner perceptual path can interrupt momentum. Continuous shifing in scale in any one direction seems to produce this kind of momentum. Doing different variations of the same thing all night long doesn't produce very detailed dream logs. No plot to speak of, and they all kind of blend together. But the practice... I'm onto something here, not entirely sure what yet. Look out world, the cusp is dreaming again, and this time around I've got momentum. Nobody's dreams are safe!
Updated 05-23-2014 at 12:12 AM by 8035
I was super drunk and laying in bed. There were people coming in and out of my room, and it was getting extremely annoying. They started going through my stuff and that's when I decided that I had had it and it was time to get up. I went into the bathroom and washed my face thinking to myself, some people are so annoying! Might as well do a reality check....Oh...I'm dreaming! Wtf? I don't even remember falling asleep! I knew that James was waiting on me somewhere, but I wasn't entirely sure how to go about finding him. I've never ever been good at finding people in dreams. "James!!" I called out. Nothing. I went downstairs and called his name again. "Who are you calling out?" A girl from my house asked, giggling, aware that no James lived here. I ignored her question. "Well, whatever you're up to....nice dress!" She added and I noticed that she was wearing the same dress that I was today, except her colors were inverted. Of course. I didn't want to spend this whole dream looking for him, but I still wanted company, and saw my friend John sitting on the couch. "Hey, wanna go outside and fly with me?" I asked. "Yeah of course!" He replied with his classic 'let's do this!' smile. We went outside. Perfect day! He took my hand in his and he took off into the sky. I've never flown with anyone else before, so it was an interesting new feeling of our momentums pulling on one another. Everything was in perfect clarity. "Oooohhh look! It's our house!" I pointed down. Our house had turned into a temple with a red roof. I didn't mention this is the last few dreams that I posted cause it didn't feel important at the time, but very recently when my dream pans out to view my house, it's been represented as a red temple. "Let's stop there!" I flew down and landed roughly on the roof of the temple (it was actually very high up in the clouds, yet the trees were even taller!). There were other people on the roof too and it was impressive. John shared my enthusiam. "Okay...I picked where to stop this time...it's your turn now to pick where we go!" I exclaimed. John's face lit up with excitement and we flew away. "Okay...This might be terrifying," he added, "but stop flying, and just grab my hand." I did so and he immediately stopped flying upward and then raced downward! Ahhhh accelerated free fall!! Booo woke me up!
I was outside some big mansion place and there was a big party. My family was there. We were standing on some grass around a large statue. I don't remember why, but I realized I was dreaming and became lucid. I pointed my hand at a car and moved my hand up. The car floated up, following my hand, and then I put it back down. Then, I tried to lift my sister up into the air, but it didn't work. Since I had already done it with the car, I decided to try the shots task. I reached into my pocket and tried to pull out some glasses, but there was nothing there. I went around and asked some people where I could find some, but nobody knew where any were. Then I woke up.
I am walking through some sort of shop that reminds me of a grocery store, but where I can buy thoughts and states of mind. I order a bunch of loving thoughts. They arrive in the aspect of people. My mind has limited space, and all my thoughts are in the aspect of people, standing up, filling the space of my mind. I rearrange my thoughts to fit as much love in my mind as possible. Wanting more, I begin to drill for more space in my mind. Some of the thought people criticize my efforts, while others support it. I am not really paying much attention to either side as I drill. There is a manned, and an unmanned option. I choose the manned drilling method, where I have to go down in the hole, and sit behind the hydraulic drill as I operate it by hand. There are lights on the drilling equipment so I can see, but it's still really dark in the hole. Suddenly, I realize everything is about to collapse and crush me. Before being smushed, I transform my minds of Love into super tough clothing that covers every part of me. The world then crushes in on me, and I feel a strong pressure, but no pain. I see a vision of being in a hallway, with the roof fallen and crushing me. Covering myself with Love seems to have been a good idea in this apocalypse scenario. But it is still the end, and even though I feel comfortable and relaxed, I cannot move, and my life force gradually drains from my consciousness.
I am standing on a freeway in the middle of the night and I wonder why I would be in such a place in the middle of the night. I then became lucid and i leaped in the air and flew through the air. I continued to increase speed until I was going so fast it was unbarable. I looked something like this. O___O. I then made it to space and I was looking at the earth below me. It was euphoric. I then increased me lucidity by saying. "Clarity Now". It was then Realer than this reality and i Started falling back towards earth which caused me to wake up.
All I remember is being in a city at night with a group of people. We were walking together trying to get somewhere without being spotted. I saw lots of garbage around and it was kind of scary. We sat down somewhere and this boy took out sliced ham and put it on a table in front of me. He took it with his hands and gave it to me. I was like no thankyou cause he touched it with his dirty hands. XD Than he was like sorry and took a piece of the paper and put it into a sandwhich. I took the sandwhich and we started to walk again. I took a bite of the sandwhich and started crying. Trying to hold back my tears. For some reason I was crying cause I was really happy that I had a friend who made me a sandwhich. Someone in the back was asking why I was crying. But I didn't say why. Than we had to go through a hole in a purple wall but for some reason I felt like jumping over the wall. I think a bad guy spotted me but I didn't think anything bad would come from it. After walking further i think I lost the group. I don't recall what happened after that. I probably woke up after taking a few more steps.
5/22/14 10:49 a.m. non-lucid Dream my husband and I adopted a little boy while in Japan. At first he was ~3 yrs and needed a car seat, but then some point in the dream he was ~9 years old. Him adopting the boy made me feel like my husband finally accepted my fear of giving birth and wanting to adopt instead. I was a little worried what others would think, since we were young, but I already loved the boy. Yoshi was driving, backing out of the parking lot, but I was telling him we need to put in his car seat first. Eventually we did and things were fine but I told him next time he needs to stop right away. The little boy was actually born in America. We spoke both English and Japanese together. He looked either half or not Japanese at all, but had dark hair. I loved him as my own son. I wondered how to enroll him in school in America. In the following dream I dream journaled the dream above and then transitioned into the next dream, which was also set in Japan. In this dream, I was babysitting the girl I nanny while in Japan. During part of the dream, I was watching My Little Pony with the girl. Her father commented why are there only girls in the new generation of MLP. I commented back, you only say that because you're not used to women as rulers and the majority. He and the girl's mom laughed and he admitted that's true. The girl's mom says she doesn't get why young adults like MLP, and then comments at least it's better than the filth on Adult Swim. Then she apologizes and says, oh, but don't you like MLP. She asks whether I really like it or am sending a message through liking it. I was unsure how to answer, but thought in the dream both.
a bunch of people were out from smif when Joel told me he had never submitted my application. i got really upset and told him i was really offended as i had expected he had turned in my resume. i assumed they had viewed it. then i wheeled on him at the dinner table and people got madd at me for disrupting the dinner. afterwords i tried to submit my application at tthe dinner table next part i was on like an island or some place with a bunch of guys. we all were apparently enlisting into the military. we were trying to pass the basic training. i cant remember exactly how it went but at one point we were all looking through the scope of a sniper zooming in on people. we all passed the recruitment and got backpacks from the army afterword. i remember being out floating on a lank, but the land had really strong currents and sucked me away to the other side of the canyon. i was trying to reach mellisa who was on the other side. she floated over to me real quick and we layed on the sand next to eachother. i loved that. she showed me through her bonaculars this huge cavana type thing that these dudues were sitting under. she fired a warning shot at them so they would leave her property.. later i got searched by some guy who was related to mellisa. he hand cuffed me and searched my really thourugly some of the spots tickled. they let me out afterword and they were all like oh wow his luagh sounds just like sos an so. then after Matt jajeh and i were hanging ou[t and a lmo pulls up for the prom..jaq warner and her sister jen get in. the limo had very little space so i was actually really close to jaq. then i saw jaq had a presnt which she thanked me for, then iwas like wtf i didnt get you a present. but then i riead this card which had like a farewell letter to it...it was talkinga bout how i was going to relapse and was basically a suicide note but instead of suicide it was a relapse note. i wrote this on jaquelines gift bag. later we were all at a roaller coaster ride and the guy strapped me in really weirdly so that my head facing the the wrong direction as if i was strapped on a torture board. it was a really funny ride, then after the ride there was a video game portion where u had to skateboard off and up the rapm, i couldnt get enough speeed though and i lost the rrace. afterwrod jackie warner took us on this trippy psychedlic ride that went through all this weird aciidy shit like bat caves that glowed and weird rocky strucgures
I'm taking a nap midday and i notice im falling into a dream so I tell myself to focus, but not too hard to wake myself. I feel the dream washing over as I lay in bed. I notice that I have a package in my hands, containing some extraordinary looking thing. Wait, the package I ordered shouldn't be coming for another couple weeks! I realize that I'm dreaming but my vision starts going. quickly, I recall stabilization and I focus on the package in my hands as I lay in bed. it's about 8 inches long and maybe 4 in on each side, cardboard, with packing tape to seal it. I open one end and remove the item, which I decide is going to basically act as a portal gun. It's enclosed in bubble wrap, and removing that I see that it resembles two black tubes with many coloured wires and bound with electrical tape. Yes, I will be taking this with me on my semi lucid adventure. I run out of my bedroom and into the hall where there is a large plastic storage container on the ground. I try to use this as a teleporter by lifiting it, diving under, and having it close on top of me on the way in, but I doubt it will work because my body is too long and my legs will get stuck. this doubt ends up interfering with the teleportation so I give another try at spinning or falling back. I cant recall which I did, but I manage to teleport this time. I wanted to go to some south american ruins, but I end up in a backyard. It's fall and brisk out. This isnt what I wanted... So I try to fly away, but there is more doubt in my mind, being in this semi lucid state. I manage to jump fairly high, at least one story, and I give a flap of my arms to lift me a bit higher, but no flight happens. damnit I wake and realized I totally forgot about the teleporter I got in dream mail...
5.22.14 Last night bed before 10pm - 5:40am DR 12:30am I memorized this dream when I woke up, then retold everytime I woke up, still remembered when I sat down in the morning to write it down, but had something more pressing to do, and now I don't remember it. DR later on A large group of people, mostly kids. We are walking someplace to escape. The territory is hostile. All kinds of weird things. We come up to an elevated train track. We are walking on the right side of it. There is some kind of a cloth attached to it, which makes a tunnel alongside the tracks. We are walking through it. A modern, electric train comes up and it acts like cartoon train. It's alive. It wants to hurt us. So I tell everybody we need to walk slowly, so we don't move the cloth, and breathe quietly, coz the train is looking for us. If he finds us, he will dump some hot or dangerous liquid on us. DR We are paddling on a shallow lake, that looks like waters around Miami. (Watched a few episodes of Burn notice last night, just before bed). There are aligators attacking the boat and we are hitting them with paddles. Further down, less water, almost dry, not sure if still in the boat. But now we are hitting some green, mamba looking snakes on the head. DR We are escaping through hostile house. Again group of people, mostly kids. We find all kinds of openings to squeeze through. I think we are much smaller in size, or something is really weird. A woman shows up, she lives there. One of the kids goes into kids room, sits on a bed full of plush animals and says that he wants to stay there, not escping anymore. We tell him it's a deception, it's a bad house, we know he is tired from running, but he can't stay there.
I'm talking with all my friends about how people have a difficult time finding a person to love, and when they do, unimportant things such as physical appearance can get in the way. Then I mention something about the possibility of finding someone who you're not only emotionally / personalityally attracted to, but also physically, and then you needn't worry about that. After I finish saying that, I look around, and am outside at night, standing in a circle of friends, on some grass. It is warm out, and the sky is amazingly speckled with stars. To my left is a girl I have a crush on irl. We make eye contact, and I grab onto her hand. She begins spinning me around her holding onto my hand. My feet are off the ground as I fly in circles around her. I tell her it's making me dizzy, but I don't want to stop.
I'm in a room and see a door in front of me. I remember having just rolled over in my bed so I know I'm dreaming. Everything starts to fade slightly, like when I stand up too fast after sitting for too long, but I just use my other senses to get around like when it happens in real life until it passes. Then I get the idea to say "Where is my dream guide?" and immediately I see a beautiful girl in the doorway and make eye contact with her. I just sense that she is my dream guide, and don't think to ask if she is or not. All of the sudden, I'm standing on the ceiling, and am really disoriented because everything is now upside down. She walks over and we give each other a big upside down hug (first upside down hug for me). Then she is standing on the ceiling with me and everything no longer seems upside down. I ask "is there anything you're trying to tell me?" and she answers, "go to userve.net and play level 11 with the machine guns and just look at the scenery." I take a moment to try to comprehend what she had just said, and it almost makes sense. Then she asks "Isn't there anything you want to ask me?" I think about how I have applied for so many jobs and don't know which one I really want so I ask "which job would I be better off with?". She says something sympathetically about how many shitty jobs there are out there and how they're always the easiest to get and goes on to say I should go for the job my friend's dad offered me. I ask her about the landscaping job I was inquiring about that pays really well that my mom's friend Jim said he'd get me into. She says "Jim already has a job." Then she asks what I want to get out of the marine corps. I tell her I don't want to join the marines. We're now lying on a bed and she changes her appearance to another hot girl and tells me to count how many bug bites she has on her chest. I count at least 10 of them all on her boobs and say "I see at least 10". She tells me she'll see me after the next day and to play with her hair. I tell her my hands are cold and she breathes on her hands in a way that tells me to do the same. I give my hand a breath of hot air but it's still cold. I decide to warm it up on her nipple, but this didn't go over very well. I apologized and started to play with her hair. I grab one of her curls of hair and run it through my hand.
I'm talking with my dad and step mom, about the benefits and detriments of technology. I tell them how, "Our technological gadgets aren't free, someone has to make them." and how it's kind of a hoarding of resources that doesn't actually help us. Sure it saves us time and makes things more convenient, but without any technological gadgets at all, we wouldn't have so much stuff to do, making the need to save time absurd. While our conveniences only serve to make us weaker, instead of stronger, as it is difficult things that increase our strength, whether physically or mentally. Being able to just press a button to turn on a machine that does what we want for us, encourages us to just sit around, and be inactive. Being inactive, our muscles whither away, and our minds lose their edge. However, there are indeed many applications for our technological gadgets where we would be unable to do something without them. But these applications too are also unnecessary, as all we really need is food, water, air, and shelter. None of which require gadgetry. As I tell them of this position against technology, a look comes over their faces as if they've never heard this argument before.
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