30th Bridge Glitch Keep crossing the same bridge no matter which ways are taken. "Time to make our own roads," I say while scanning ditches for escape. Orality They greet by giving oral sex as if merely shaking hands. Not that desperate to converse, I sit. I think. I write. Intercedings Bewitched by northlight ribbons, brave the snow and starlit unknown. Camera will not see. Phone will not wake. Seasons shift from drifts to mud to drifts again. People need, need, need. Can not even love the lights. Always interceding. HI Phantom serpents of light spill and twist together into a slow spinning galactic dance.
29th Hurdling We train. We would race forever with fluid ease if not for the angst and angles they keep throwing at our feet. Riddled A sea of solemn hearts and shining eyes. Squeeze into the stadium. Stand. Salute. Give goodly tribute to they who paved our way. Champions stand, weapons raised to pierce the sun. Instead, they riddle the gathered mourners. Metal streams. Families scream. We scatter into a mansion to somewhat safety. Rigid Waterpark Cruise through a sun-swept stretch of day. We are carefree with glints of caution. Wait to enter the water world. Our driver offers a false mouth to wear while we are scanned. It fools facial recognition. But inside are flesh rivers of straight lines and rigid rules.
Getting back into the flow of dream journalling, I'm reminded just how much friction there is before you actually decide to write the dream. I have the memory of recalling more, but this is all I managed to get down this morning. I was in school, drawing, when my old principal walked in the room. He danced around it for a second, but eventually told me that I was allowed to doodle since I had a good record. My classmates were not a fan of this development, but they had little say in the matter. Later on, in a church-like room, I walked up to a vacant piano and started playing jazz (a genre I don't play iwl). A family-friend of mine played drums in the background to accompany me. My mind now clued me into the fact that I never learned how to play this, and I was dimly aware of the unlikelihood of me hitting harmonic chords every time. I tried to move my LH to play some random keys too, but no signs of discordant music. The music was pleasant. After I finished, the same principal came up to congratulate me and ushered me back to a seat. Later on, I was in this convenience store dining hall esque area. I knew somehow that this was a secret room of the school. The dining hall has a fridge that I walk up to. Inside the fridge is a stainless steel artifice, circular in shape, made from several components. I knew it to be a heater, and tried to jerry-rig it for some reason, but the moment I tried it, brilliant flashes of yellow electricity shot through the room. And that's all I wrote.
Pretty much forget them all as soon as the next dream started, didn't even have time to write them down, but I will try to get some words down. 1. Walking, somewhere. It was hazy, like everything was obscured by fog. Or like i was in an ocean. My alarm went off about here, usually set for 2-3 ish hours into my sleep. Good for waking me up in the night and gaining awareness. 2. I was at a supermarket, buying groceries. Spegepølse 9kr. Mørbrad skiver 8kr. Great prices, looked delicious. 3. I think I was playing a game. A military shooter, very difficult but enjoyable. 4-5. No clue, I just know I had them. Pretty vague dreams and fragments of memories from them.
Pretty decent recall this morning, but I was a bit lazy with writing stuff down Awake|Dreaming|Lucid I was walking through my local forest with an old college friend named Abbie, looking for creatures. We didn't find anything, so we walked out to the nearby walkway just outside. The overall scenery was very familiar and normal, though the forest was a little more bumpy than usual. Out on the walkway was an abandoned building, which was large and noble from the outside. However, inside was broken and messy, with large holes in the floor that peered down into a huge open void. Arceus from Pokemon was up on the ground floor, but didn't do much before vanishing due to a distraction with a dragon down in the hole. My step father headed down to fight the dragon, and Trump soon followed. Trump gets an unlucky descension and gets his body stuck in a toilet - only his head and neck are poking out from inside the toilet bowl. I tried to help him, but he had already drowned before I could do anything. I left the building with Abbie and was immediately swarmed by an endless army of mice knights storming from the right. We ran towards them and cut across right again to find another avenue to escape from. Unfortunately, more armies cut off our every choice of direction until they caught up with us and surrounded us. I then woke up
27th What woke me? Ears strain. Heart shudders. Cast off ancient sheets. Rise. This is a long lost home. Stained by shivering shades of black and blue, it presses. Silence is pristine. The space is so soft, ominous, like a dream. But it is not. I am home. I am alone. Where are they? From bedroom to kitchen to livingroom roam on feet that wish to falter. A scream. A blur. I'm flung to the floor. Fists slam straight into my face, "You left me! It's your fault! You left me! It's your fault!" chants a shadow puppet brother. But his words are weightless. His fists are phantoms. I laugh around his fury..."Dreaming!" Lucid will forces the rage swept shadow to rise. Hold it high. It floats, shadow amid shadow, twisting, glitching, flailing. Brother shakes the world with a scream. I stand. "No fighting. There are other things to do in dreams. And besides, you left us..." He shrieks, "Your fault. Family left me. Left me. Your fault!" "I wasn't the one abusing his wife and ki..." "Your fault!" he screams with demon rage. A flurry of fists rips my way. I remain untouched on several levels. Walk away? Will him away? Warp to another dream? No. He will see any retreat as weakness, an invitation to stay an haunt. I tire of being haunted. With frightening calm, reach into my brother's shadow and grip his living spine. Rip it out. Crush it to the floor. The rest of his shadow follows, drifting strings of twitching tendons. They fade into nevermore. Still haunting the halls of my own youth, search shadows for a sign. Nothing. Now what? A reality check strengthens my light. I should exorcise this place. The final ghost to be banished will be mine. But first, the final room. Mind is shining. Heart is stone. Spirit is steel. All demons will be undone... but in this room there stand none. Instead, upon my mother's bed, sits a mountain of of man, his flesh a gallery of bright, tribal tattoos. He speaks softly, swiftly, in tongues my mind can not unwind. Sit and listen. Ever so slowly I think I can nearly hear his truth...
26th - Lost Dreams 27th Lot Locked Crowded parking lot will neither allow me to move forward or back. There is no escape. In frustration I realize that there is escape, Slip out the driver window and walk away. Deal with the abandonment when the time comes 28th Soldier Boy He comes for us relentlessly and colored in cultures of red. Our end will come at the hands of a soul-less patriot. We flee and attempt to love the lingering moments of life we have left.
Had a few lucids today. Linked some together, went into a dream in a dream. Beach: I stood on a beach, fences surrounding the sand as water lapped against them. I saw her and her sister standing there, feet barely in the water. (i cant remember their names) The atmosphere was cold and fog was covering their visage, I could barely make out their talking. It was harsh, the sister reprimanded her as she tended to a grave without a name. I knew the name. It was a terrible one that I shouldn't speak of. I tried talking to them but the sister vanished, seemingly tired of dealing with her. At this point I blacked out, and chained it into another dream. Operation Future: I jumped out of a plane, a massive militaristic one. I had 2 people and a robot with me. (i see that i forget to name DC in my dreams, i will try to do that from now on.) We landed close to a hut in the woods, and we surveyed the perimeter before getting close to the hut. Nothing of note, just hilly terrain and a dark atmosphere. Getting closer to the hut we check the door to see if it was locked, it wasn't. And I see a face through a window. After seeing someone we open the door and tie the man up, his face horrified at our entry and subsequently quick subduing of him. Another guy enters from the front door (can't remember if he was one of my guys or someone from the hut) but he sees the robot and begins asking about if its smart enough to be with us. I reply "It's AI." simple to the point and he doesn't question it further. A few minutes (maybe 2-3 ish) we see red lasers from everywhere. I try to find a blind spot but there is always more lasers from windows that shouldn't be there. The dream ends after I get shot. Same thing, I black out and try to enter another dream. Can't remember if it worked, but it were some fun dreams Thanks for reading the first DJ I made here! DILD is op!
Back in Stettler. Had barely any dreams for a couple days. I had lots of non lucids but I forgot many details. Jamie 1 Just Jamie standing on a road by a mountain or something, she was looking at me and said, " I'm a lesbian now." And smirked as if I might like it or hate it. Really? This again? Safe to say as usual if I dream of her like this it's because of some demon interference or influence. In the voice we've had our issues lately but we keep pushing through. I wake up and pray for Jesus to help us with the dream problems.. Jesus Jesus is with us but he looks annoyed with us. Maybe jokingly? Not sure. Work I was somewhere with people and ran into the lady who runs out of the box. Just a brief conversation with me saying I'd like to be on call again. Jamie 2 I was walking with Jamie by some random buildings we seemed back to normal. I was talking but I kept messing up my words. Jamie questioned me about what I said. I told her when I'm tired I sometimes mess up my words. Or when I'm nervous. Hopefully the dreams improve.
Good god, the last week has been awful for dreams. I attempted a WBTB again, which only messed up my recall and the construction became worse. It has finally stopped now, but I had loud conversations going on instead. I managed to get at least something down, but I almost didn't bother Awake|Dreaming|Lucid I found myself and my mother exploring Brighton, but it was much larger and the buildings were more modern. It was still somehow recognizable as Brighton though. We were looking for our hotel, but the buildings created an abstract labyrinth. My mother and I ended up in a huge football stadium among the messy cluster of buildings, and was attacked by a Rathalos from Monster Hunter. We hit behind the barricades in the seating area until it went away, then ran across the pitch to get out. Upon leaving, it was night time in the same abstract building complex, only a guy was there to show me a game. It was a physics based side scroller, but I was unsure of the goal. This guy started to become very flirty, and I assumed he has no idea I wasn't a cute girl. It felt like we were communicating online and in person at the same time. I felt uncomfortable and the dream faded I'm finally back after a week, but it's been very hard to commit to my DJ. Hopefully I can get a full week of entries again at least
Hardly anything. Jamie drive by last night? I saw a grey car pull into the alley by my house while I was outside. The back end of the car reminded me of a station wagon. A head turned to look at me but it was too dark to see. Voice insisted it was her. One dream was too embarrassing to post. Guitar Was at a concert. I was sitting with Jamie. A familiar song started playing. I pulled a guitar out to try and play along. I had a tough time playing it. My fingers weren't working properly. Jamie was Staring at me.
The world in this one was really fucked up—post-post-apocalyptic, like after some Judgment Day-type event. As a result, humanity had become way less secular, and worship of all sorts of deities (mostly chthonic) was widespread. In this mess of a world, I was making my way as the leader of a death cult. We were infamous for human sacrifice to our dark lord, making the skin of our enemies into ritualistic clothing, and maybe even cannibalism, but I’m not sure about that one. Safe to say, people were really after us. They wanted to capture me like I was Hitler in 1945. And they did. In some kind of law enforcement operation, I was tricked into coming out into the open, and that’s how they got me. I don’t remember a trial, but my sentence being death was pretty much a given. Death by sacrifice to some deity. I don’t remember which one exactly, but I think it was some kind of goddess of healing or something. I was assigned an executioner to guide me through my last days. The guy was a dapper-looking English gentleman, dressed in a brown and green three-piece suit, carrying a walking cane, and topped off with a fancy hat. Really well-mannered for a stereotypical executioner. His office - yes, office - was packed with books and high-end furniture. The man had taste, an appreciator of fine arts and world history. Eventually, my time came. I approached him, asking if there was another way to go about my sentence. By then, I had already accepted my fate, but being sacrificed to a god while conscious was a really scary thing in this world. My well-mannered handler offered me an alternative: a way to go out on my own terms. From his personal collection, he presented me with a collector’s item—a 1911 pistol once owned by Howard Hughes, complete with engravings and everything. The Englishman explained that the goddess only needed my body, not my soul, so it was perfectly fine if I was already dead when the sacrifice happened. Pressing the business end of the .45 against my temple, I pulled the trigger. The gun misfired - all according to general dream laws regarding firearm use - but after another attempt, I was done. I felt my body hit the floor. But that wasn’t the end. I was immediately reincarnated. From white boy to asian. I manifested as a full-grown adult, like I had taken over someone’s body, or maybe my new form just materialized out of thin air. Not having learned a damn thing from my past life, I returned to my ways of death cult-ing while keeping my identity extra hidden, because i wasn't just this world's Hitler, i was this world's second incarnation of Hitler. I remember going on a solo rampage on a highway, wearing a traditional skin outfit and a headpiece made from the top half of a human skull, modified with demonic-like horns. Then I snapped out of it, almsot like my dark lord’s grip on me was slipping. I reformed. Details get blurry, but I remember enlisting to help at an archaeology dig site, uncovering an ancient cache of lost technology from before Judgment Day.
Angels or Demons? Only grass, sky, house, apple tree, and solitary me. Sweet solitude and silence. Then a Predator sound. Rush outside. A monocle will reveal the invader. But before it is seen, a man floats down from the sagging roof. Now stand between them, an angel of the lord and a predator turned Mandalorian. We scheme to crush a dream. Tangled Lives Rolling knots of unkempt hair refuse to be tamed. Within the hills and valleys of tangles thrives a world of insects and snakes. Comb carefully around them to ease the uncoiling of their cosmos. Also a set of dreams I didn't write down. Hope to be adding the a little later when they return to me.
A classroom - another person and I are teachers there, but I’m aware the situation isn’t real without having identified it as a dream. Rather, I think of it as a story we’re making together. After some time eliciting answers from students on a certain topic, I think that we’ll need to pause and discuss making notes for each of them and their backstories as they become established. There are some third-person scenes featuring the main character of possibly the same story. It’s like the beginning of a new plot arc. The dream shows an older mentor character with the two protagonists on a hill, a place they often go. Some kind of shadowy, inky blackness comes out of him and into them, and it’s shown heading from them onto a world map on a bulletin board. The blackness covers the entire map before gathering in a single spot that seems to be located approximately in the center of Texas. A pin moves to mark it, going all the way through the board. The protagonist girls are puzzled when they return and see it there. The board seems to be in one of their rooms. 1.3.25 I am in a large building with an industrial vibe, alone. I’m exploring this place in a deliberate way, almost as if it were a video game. There’s no sense of any immediate threat, or anybody or anything else around, but I’m still keeping a close eye on my surroundings. At the end of a hallway, I find a sort of utility room behind a door, and a staircase to the right takes me upstairs, where there’s an electrical panel in a location directly above it. I examine the panel. I know I have to disarm the security system to get any further in, but it’s going to be tricky. Once I get started, I’ll only have a limited time to finish, and I’ll have to be going back and forth between here and the room downstairs. It’s already getting late, so I figure it'll be better to come back here tomorrow instead of trying to do it now. 5.3.25 A place similar to the one in yesterday’s dream - speaking with a man, something about him going to retrieve my body if I die there. 6.3.25 It is a foggy day, and I’m going to use it as an opportunity to sneak into the yard of the neighbor across the street and see what’s there. I’ve heard all kinds of weird rumors about it, and the area back there looks very interesting on my maps. (Why do I have maps, you might ask? That’s a very good question….) It is a unique-to-dream setting, and I start by flying to the top of an extremely tall tree in the front yard. The branches are bare, as if it’s still early spring. I figure they’re less likely to see me if I enter like this, from above. I fly across and land in back of the house. From there, things get a little unclear - lots of conversations with strange beings that are back there. But there’s definitely something off about the whole place. — I’m on board a ship. I start out on the deck - I think there may also have been some parts before this - and go inside, where I almost immediately find the person I’m looking for, who seems to be loosely based on a musician I know but haven’t seen for more than a year now, J. We go back out, and I ask him about routes that we can take to our destination. We actually seem to be in a city waterway, so there are buildings and other ships visible around us. J tells me about the first route, which seems to be through some kind of a narrow pass. He indicates the direction it’s in. Even before he starts describing the other, I know that’s the one we’ll be taking, even if it is almost certainly the more dangerous of the two. We’d have a tailwind all the way there - it’s too good to pass up. 14.3.25 I am in a grocery store - yet another one, with another unfamiliar layout. It isn’t all that familiar to me in the dream, either. I’m looking for some crumbled pecans for a recipe but am having trouble finding any. I check back again in the aisle that the entrance of the store led directly into, since that seems like the most likely place, but still no luck. While this is going on, some employees of the store are trying to get everyone there to join them in singing sea shanties, apparently as some kind of obligatory fun somebody somewhere thought up. And they really seem to be enforcing participation, so I join in, but it’s distracting me from the pecan search, so I stop again to focus on that. Eventually, I figure that they must just not have any pecans, so I get a bag of almonds instead, figuring those will also work. 21.3.25
Skyshake Love old lyrics. Dance the storm. Learn to suffer thunderous things. When clouds collapse and sun spears shine, reclaim the world and kiss the sky. "See the lights!" she cries. Above golden hour and scraps of grey slither rainbows of northern serpent rays. "How do you say it, in your way? They shake the sky?" She asks. I answer. We both welcome the heavenly end. I Love You Can't comprehend the whispers. The words should be warm like a burst of sun some snow blown day. There is only a chill. He sings again, again again but still there is only chill. Finally he screams, "I love you, idiot!" I spread a mile wide moron smile, spin, and walk away. There is more warmth to be found in the wind on a winter, new moon night. Untie-able Floppy shoes. Sloppy feet. Can not get anywhere. Walkers and scurry-ers surge around the boulder I become. Attempt to tighten laces but they are slippery, shifty things refusing to be knotted.
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