Night 10 (3/17/14) WRRW MILD woke me at end of first 90 minute cycle - unusually early awakening for me and dream content was MILD related false lucid where I was affecting the dream content with MILD-like thoughts. Odd one. WRRW=Wake, Recall, Re-enter, Write. Three minor dream signs show up in next dream recorded before WBTB: truck, grocery store, police(thoughts of only). DILD: I am in a version of what is closest to M. Blvd but 2 levels. I am making more bubbles (kids bubble bottle with bubble wand inside) and something on the label of the bubble bottle seems to tell me that you can dilute the solution up to 50% and not affect the quality, so I add water. I hear a baby crying (minor dream sign) and look out the window and I can see that the neighbor's window is open and the sound seems to be coming from there. I then see a ~1 year old boy playing in the back yard, newly walking and looks somewhat like boys of my family, even myself or son. Inside our house some lady that is at our medium-sized gathering/party blows some bubbles that apparently land on an antique television that is up against the wall and a small fire starts. I run over and unplug the tv and blow out the fire. I say that these old appliances are dangerous. I go to make a label for the new bubble solution that I apparently put in a pill bottle and am looking for a marker write directly on the bottle but it is writing too light. I then decide to use post-it's and I notice writing already on the top post-it note and then the next 3 or 4. Something feels off. I think "wait a minute (my father-in-law) is here, this must be a dream." I don't remember seeing him or thinking about him during this dream before this point. I am still in a bit of disbelief due to how wrapped up I had been in this scenario up until this point. I look over to my wife kind of testing her reaction "hey your Dad is here, this must be a dream" and she looks at me like he is supposed to be here and with a "what are you going on about" look. Nope, this is definitely a dream, he passed away. I head over towards the living room and I see one of my son's college friends "E" and I take a lengthy detour but it doesn't derail me! I give her that look like "you know you want it too" and we start going at it. A good test to my lucidity is approaching. It is my son and a friend coming down the stairs and I think to myself, no worries, this is just a dream and I continue. Spoiler for sexual content: Super-paraphrased: I remove her top then pants, then intercourse on the couch along with kissing while being careful not to get too lost in all of it. It is so realistic, the sensations are amazing. I decide it is time to move on and I fly up and phase straight through the ceiling/2nd story/roof as if it wasn't even there. I see a body of water and decide it would be fun to swoop down and do a little partial dip into the water still 'naked as a jaybird.' I then fly back up and hover above the water. I think about my 3 step tasks for the competition and still need to do steps 2 & 3 so I do a closed eye teleport (step 2) to space! Awesome!! I went from a daylight scene over the water to immediately being in dark outer space!! I think about step 3, mass telekinesis and something that I have been wanting to do for a while, moving a planet! I looked over to a grayish planet (the vividness of the dream was somewhat reduced at this point) and I am beaming with confidence and moved the planet what looked like a meter or so...but I am guessing it was what must have been the equivalent of thousands of kilometers considering the distance that I must have been from the planet which took up maybe 5-10% of the area immediately visible (without looking around)...but definitely larger than the typical moon display from Earth. While floating there excited over my success and considering what I want to do next I feel myself fading back to bed quickly. I try to DEILD but I only get minor vibrations and just lay there smiling and recalling all that just happened and how the dream started. The part before becoming lucid took some effort to bring it all back. Night 6 (3/13/14) excerpt/from competition thread: I am flying in an airplane over water and enjoying the view from the cockpit. We get into a cloudy spot and I start to become concerned that I am flying too low as the water didn't look too far down before hitting the clouds so I looked for the altimeter but didn't find it and decided I better start pulling up. The clouds break and we are approaching a large city on the coast with skyscrapers. I feel like I already suspicious of this being an unusual situation and something about the scenario cues me in that I am dreaming. I think it was seeing this sign down below that got me thinking sexually all of the sudden and realizing that I can take action on that feeling in situations like dreaming. Either way I realize that this is a dream and phase through the cockpit and start flying with my dream body in a more gliding way enjoying my new freedom of movement. I swoop down towards the city and i am on the ground on the wrong side of the building. I fly up and over the building and back down to this place that is set up like a carnival side show with DCs all around. There is this woman that is part of the show who is supposedly from Syria with belly dancing like attire and she is getting undressed. It was very realistic and decide to get undressed and join her. I stop and do a quick finger through palm RC but it indicates awake so I float up a little and then continue getting undressed before fading back to bed. I felt I could re-enter the dream but my shoulder was so sore that I just had to move and I could feel my body shake a bit and my muscles become fully functional but I try anyway and eventually have to get up for a while like a 2nd wbtb but mainly to allow myself to get back to sleep later. 118&119
I was counting money and it was taking me some time to do it, like I couldn't quite figure out how to count it correctly, but I kept trying, assuming I'd get it. Then this girls comes up to me and gets a funny voice and says she took $100+ dollars from me. I remember having been it her shoes, and so I grab a 20 from the mix and give it to her. She's so happy about that, and surprised she's not being punished. I think to myself, she just turned herself in, that should be rewarded. Now (IRL) the whole punishment/reward spectrum just bugs. Anyway, then she grabs all the people/family together and says "we're gonna have a free party!", meaning she's treating. I do my best to be encouraging and facilitating at keeping the idea alive. At one point this person mentions that I was crying a lot, and I was like, yeah duh and stuff right? There's always something to cry about I'm used to it. They sympathized over my hardships, and kinda hugged me close. We walking as a group down this corridor, the setting seems to be school. The are two sets of kids, black kids and white kids. We all have these sunglasses, some kinda yearly school thing. The black kids' glasses have a lot more personally, and the white kids' glasses are kinda generic and non-descript, bare even. Someone mentions the look of the white kids' glasses (which includes me and mine), and I say we didn't get a choice in the design style, and I bet you guys, the black kids, didn't either. In other words, I'm saying your glasses may be funked out, but that's likely just the effect of other people's views too (even if it was just the legacy of some long ago black student). So there's this scene of slightly uncomfortable ideas. Nothing horrific, but it's a just useless noise I don't really want to entertain. People fitting into tight spaces, people getting stuck. For the most part it came across as someone else in those situations, and that was preferable to me. Then I was walking out along this snow over water, not sure if/when I'd fall through into freezing water, and given the inevitableness of ending up in these type of situations, I couldn't be bothered to emotionally respond to the situation, and just accepted the water will do it's thing despite any emotional design I put on it, so why bother. I'm walking by and I join in on the sexual scene. I seem to recall having this feeling like finally I was able to join in, not because of my proximity or their acceptance of as much, but like because some obligation (to self protection?) or external restraint was no longer in place. As I join the scene, the centrally hot non incidental person comments about how nice it suddenly feels, and he suspects the effect isn't from his previous partner alone. He tries to get that person to show them whether it was them alone or not that made him feel good. He sees it wasn't really him. Then I do the same thing to him we'd just been doing, and my it did feel good. It was like a form of indirect stimulation, like rubbing the soft spot of my neck up and down in dick, like you know sometimes you just hit this sweet spot. By now it's just him and me, and we continue being sexual. He starts to give me anal, but I'm like, are you wearing a condom? He says not yet, but he won't ride me long enough to cause issues before he puts one on. The idea tempts me and is somewhat logical, but I don't fully trust his ability to not pre-cum in me. We end up stopping and having a sit down moment where we discuss safety and the choice we make. He's always been more sexual. I was just waxing on about the dangers we invite in, and he seemed to kinda have a new appreciation of what I meant. The whole scene went on to be about how he and I began having sexual interactions that were outside of the smooth/uncomplicated/ and hardcore moments he was used to. Instead they were more awkward, like even logistically, harder to get oriented, less immediately satisfying, but which ultimately were growing to something very rewarding. We achieve this interested orgasmic state which was nice, but not uncontroversial, in that for a while the orgasm state seemed to say it's not that you feel necessarily good here, it's that you feel strongly here, and some of the sensations while not adverse enough to be a deterrent, we not the type of thing you'd shoot for. It comes up that in that state and he's keeping it alive, he could get slapped by me, and he has a dejected response saying oh yes, thanks for letting me know that's a possibility, and I'm like, yeah well, it's not as likely to happen with me involved, but what do you expect when it's not all a good feeling.
The first thing I remember is being outside with a lot of people. Alex and Dan were there, and then some people from the dorm that I supposedly knew, but I couldn't quite put faces on them. We were all trying to get into this little caged in area that was strictly for people who have cards that allow their entry. Previously, we had managed to get a bunch of cards from a few people. Riley had a card of his own that he had taken from someone, but he was very nervous to use it. He thought that someone would recognize that it wasn't his. I was sure that he would be perfectly okay. I apparently had done it many times before. I was looking at it and people had already started to get into it. They found some sort of glitch. In the far right corner from the door, one guy began puling down the door on what looked like a toaster oven. Every time he did that, the front door part of the cage would retract into the island-looking centerpiece of the area. But it would only stay there for a matter of seconds before coming back. It was very interesting a piece of machinery. At one point when it opened, it opened in a much different way. It opened up and looked more like it was going to stay open, so it was much slower a transition. Alex walked closer and closer and definitely could have gotten in at one point, but he didn't. I told him that he could have totally gotten in but he only remarked about how scary it was almost being crushed by the bars when the suddenly fell back down and closed. We were all very energetic at the time, and there was almost a feeling like we were getting ready to leave on a trip. I say this because near the building there was a bunch of bags filled with snacks and cigarettes. We were all trying to smoke something, no matter what it was. People were offering things to other people.I sort of wanted to smoke, but I wan't particularly intent on it. My card, I found out slightly after I got it, was blank with no signature, so I knew that it hadn't even been activated yet. It still even had other little cards still on it that were only meant to be temporary. I saw Gabe an saw him smoking so I assumed he had something to smoke. This was the first time I looked in the back. Gabe shot off down the hill to my left as I reached the bag on only what I could rationalize as a little razor scooter that was slightly too small for him to ride. I looked in the bag and there was another guy near it sort of being its keeper. He recommended something of his to me that he just found recently. I thought it was a type of cigarette the way he described it and by the fact that it was definitely in a cigarette box when I first saw it. I picked it up and opened something out of it as he was telling me where he got it and how good it is. It turned out it was a some small piece of candy-looking cough drop. He insisted I try it, and I could smell it, and it smelled delightful, so I popped it into my mouth. I thought about what t would taste like with some sort of smoke and I quickly stopped thinking about that. We all of the sudden needed to go back inside, and there was a set of four double doors, two at first and then another pair. Everyone was opening doors for each other and no one was going through the right doors. I even opened the door for two people that were in wheelchairs and neither of them accepted my kindness. We all got in and there was a check in process that I know I proceeded with and finished but it was short and I can't remember exactly how it went. But I was in and there was a booth where people were filling out questionnaires about safe sex. I really didn't want to do it, but apparently after filling it out you got a bunch of cool little items like stickers and notebooks, so I decided to fill it out. I grabbed the paper and I had a green pen, and I remember writing some words. I think it was something like, "Safe sex is very important...," before I got distracted by something else. Although, before the rest of the dream happened, I remember how smooth I recognized the actual writing to be. From then on, the scene was very interesting. Out of nowhere, a movie-like scene of railroads and old dusty towns filled my eyes and my ears. I could hear sounds of railroad tracks being hit with hammers and the sound of the train clicking on the tracks was louder than ever. I could see different people walking around but everything was beautifully, and in a very artistic fashion, surrounded by clouds of dust. It was fun to be a part of. Some of the words being said, in terms of the specific town we were in, had to do with the founders and how the innovations in train technology were what sort of defined the town, especially from the last trainsman, the one who was still alive today. The dream was closing to an end as I saw Whoopie Goldberg, of all people, also working away. I was putting rocks down in a little crevice to fill it up so it would be safe and the dream started to fade.
Dream False Awakening In one of my dreams last night I was flying a helicopter through an obstacle course in what looked like a mountainous desert. I think there was water to the right. The course was to see if I was a good pilot. After I finished the course, a big monster started attacking people and I started shooting it with my helicopter. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In my other dream, I dreamt that I was being held captive in a castle along with a lot of other people. We then managed to escape and were free. I remember walking through a town with some of the people that were captives and they were happy. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I had a false awakening. My GF's alarm went off but it wasn't coming from her phone but from the TV. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I was with the student flight class and in a classroom setting. A guy was telling me he was gonna kick my ass and when he grabbed me, I took him down and was going to handcuff him. I let him go and he was butthurt. We then sat down so the instructors could say something but no one in the class was paying attention and were being disrespectful. I got up and told them to show some fucking respect and they turned up the air conditioner to drown out my voice. I turned off the air conditioner and started yelling. I told them to get up and line up against the wall outside the classroom. I went to get my backpack and only a few of them remained where they were.
Dream Notes I was in a place that looked like rural New Mexico in the middle of the desert. Denise was trying to find me and was driving around. When she'd get close, I'd shine a laser at a nearby home and it would make a sound that would make Denise think I was there. Cars started showing up and it was some sort of gathering. I ran from my hiding place and found more houses. I entered one and it was abandoned. I looked around the kitchen to make sure the house was safe. Suddenly I see a group starting to enter the house. They come in and put their gun on the counter and I do the same. They ask if I checked the house and I said partially. We explore the house and spirits start attacking us. We can't see it but someone tells me where to shoot and I do. I see blood and I keep shooting where the person tells me to. The spirit then appears and is dying. She's an ugly girl with mossy-like skin. I shoot her again and she says I'm gonna see her again in the death realm. She gets up and I punch her but it doesn't affect her. After thinking about this for a bit. I think the person telling me where to shoot might have been my dream guide. I'm not completely sure though. In my other dream, I dreamt that I was in a big stadium with a game going on. The stage was pretty empty and I recognized people I went to school with in Venezuela. I ordered a hotdog and remember seeing Jebrineth.
Updated 03-18-2014 at 07:42 PM by 67773
In my dream I was in the desert flying a helicopter. I destroyed a tank and then went underground with a friend. Suddenly, I saw people from my high school JROTC enter the building. I was making skeletons that were the size of action figures.
I was playing some kind of death game with a few people. At first it started out as getting an opponents gamepiece into a pit of lava and then they would lose, then it turned into having to grapple with them to throw them into the pit of lava and then they had to crawl out before they died. My father showed up and a frenemy from back in the day decided that he was going to murder my father by putting his game piece into the pit, which would kill him in real life. So I threw this guy into the pit and then covered it with debris so that he couldn't escape. Suddenly a giant alien ship appeared in the sky, I called it the resurrection ship in the dream and awaited for them to revive the guy. Instead it fired thousands of missiles towards the house we were all in. I became lucid and slowed down time, it worked, my father was running away at super slow speed and the missiles were all spinning really slowly until they stopped. I walked over to a christmas tree that appeared and tried to move the fire of the candles that were all over it, didn't work. So I made flames pout out of my hands, setting the tree ablaze. I walked over to where that guy was buried in his lava pit and set the debris on top of it on fire because he was now hiding in it now and I wanted to mess with him a little more. I then tried to teleport onto the alien ship by closing my eyes. But I couldn't open them once I closed them. Everything was black, tried to DEILD and ended up at some house, watching don draper and his little girl play some board game. My eyes were closed in this new dream and I was watching them through my eyelids. I tried to open them and ended up opening my actual eyes.
#1) A friends cuddly toy dragon came to life and flew about in my room. Which was greeted by us as him having finally recovered from being packed and squished in a removals box. He really was squished and came out looking unhappy irl - don't know, how they do that sometimes - he looks almost completely happy again now - after sitting on my husband's cuddly moose's head for some days. A red one - my mate is from Wales. That was nice - probably why it survived my horrendous recall. #2) Repairing the base under a rain-drainage pipe of the old house (gaaah) with my grandma - it was just a circle of stones irl, but in the dream it was the camouflaged entrance to a cave, where she had some strange laboratory - and the stones had been falling through to her secret facility. Such a shame - these are rather interesting fragments - I wish I had the whole dreams - instead of remembering the frustrating ones, with school, uni and searching/packing things..
3/17/14 9:44 am non-lucid Dreamed about a cat again. A little gray tabby kitten and two other little creatures. Was in my old room at my mom's. Faint feeling of buying manga at a local Japanese market.
1. [Non-Lucid] I'm on a roof and I see a guy standing outside a warehouse, hes in a cage made of barbed wire, I pull out my sniper rifle aim and 1 shot him, he falls to the ground dead, he then re-spawns on my roof, and this confuses me so I just let him go. I then say in chat "Guys, I'm confused, how does this game work?" no one answers so I just carry on with the game. I decide to infiltrate their base, there's a white building with a window, The guy I shot is there doing something so I hide with my back against the wall next to the window, he finishes and walks across the yard, I go around the corner into the yard but he sees me and draws his knife so I back away, we both keep sight of each other as we back away until he goes through a gate I cant see him...then non other than The Governor from The Walking Dead walks in...I scramble and fall to the floor as hes coming towards me luckily I have time to get up and run as hes shooting at me. As I'm running towards the car repair garage I look to my left and there's a line of people with guns all aiming at us getting ready to fire, a guy joins me as I enter the garage and we stand back to back, The Governor is outside, this garage has multiple shutters that aren't fully closed and covered in holes, We can see his feet and he shoots through the holes at us, we keep moving so we won't get hit, I then notice in front of me there's a big wooden white door and he was probably going to open it and we would have nowhere to run. 2. [Non-Lucid] I'm in my old school getting ready to leave class and I hear the teacher complaining about this kids music being too load, I walk up to him and its so load that you can clearly hear it through his headphones. Its home time so I exit the building to get on my minibus but it turns out the minibus there isn't mine. My bus arrives and I don't recognize the people on board including the drivers. I am now really late for getting home and I'm really pissed off, randomly an argument starts between the driver and someone else, I then say "PLEASE JUST GET ME ON THE FUCKIN BUSS FFS". I'm now in the buss laying down for some reason. ----------------- Fragments: 1. In a pink tent thing. 2. Found an armory with awesome guns, I pick up this silver gun with flames engraved on the sides, also has a strange reload mechanism. 3. Something in Minecraft. Possible dream signs: Governor, Minecraft
Had an episode of nightmare SP while on my side/stomach, which seems kind of unusual. Also first time I've had SP. Bleuch. Dream 1 - Dream SP? Started out with me dreaming I was in a grocery store with Andrew at like, 6 am, so maybe it counted as a false awakening? The grocery store was mostly deserted. Then I was trying to walk normally but I kept sort of falling into a crouch or to one knee. I couldn't seem to stand up, not for longer than a few seconds. I had the impression it was because of the shoulder-strap bag I was carrying, maybe it was way, way too heavy. Anyway before all that happened it was just a nice 6 AM grocery store visit. I also got the impression that nearby was an older couple who visited the grocery store at 6 AM as a nice little custom of theirs, before other people were around. And also I was trying to find a nice jug of apple cider, but I kept running into the storebrand stuff, which was kinda watery looking and bleh. Then I started having trouble staying up, like I was just too tired, and the bag was too heavy. I made continuous and valiant efforts to rise, but even when I could stand up, staying standing was impossible to maintain. I think it kept getting worse, but before it hit that point I ran into some older dude who chatted me up and then invited me to his and his wife's divorce ceremony; she showed up around when he was saying that and I noticed two rather recent-looking scars on the back of her right wrist. It sort of looked like a failed suicide attempt. I determined that the older dude was Pretty Terrible. At some point the mp3 player in my bag started going off. I don't know what song it was playing. I started digging through my bag looking for it, but even this was difficult; I was not only weak, but uncoordinated. Also, around this point Andrew had been replaced by Ben, who I spotted wandering away from me, and following him was impossible. I think I called after him. Probably some sort of striking metaphor for coolkids goin' to college. And the random peeps around me didn't seem to notice that I was in need of assistance. It was all pretty weird. Uhhh I think I woke up briefly and then slipped into a nightmare. Dream 2 - Nightmare Bleuuuhhh I don't remember much of this, except the traumatizing part. It was basically like watching a movie. Trigger warning: rape, etc. *siiigghhh* okay all I remember is that the movie was cutting back and forth between two different groups, one of which was two businessmen, and the other one being, idk, a woman and her friends ?? so I really only remember a couple cuts before it got dark. It cut from the female group to the two guys in an elevator, one being some guy who'd been around in the company longer but maybe wasn't much older than the other guy and was probably a psychopath and wore glasses, and the other being some dude who was pretty similar but did not wear glasses and I'm not sure how to describe their characteristics. Then a cut to the woman and her friends goin' out in the dark to party or coming back from a party, idk. And then just this fricking cut to the glasses psychopath raping the other guy, who was pinned down, gagged, and making pitiful noises that have thankfully slipped my memory, while the glasses psychopath was talking like this was perfectly normal or doing some sort of villain monologue. My brain flipped the frick out like "what he must've chloroformed the guy oh no him being alone in the elevator with him was such a mistake I want to wake up now", and then I think I was awake. dat SP tho So I was awake (though still mentally only half-awake) and still traumatized and wanted to just kinda get up, but I couldn't move. It didn't really occur to me that this was a huge issue. I think I was just waiting for my body to move. I was on my stomach with my head turned to the right looking at my desk, and the edge of the bed was right next to me. So, when it became clear that my body was not going to move, I decided that I was just going to roll off the edge of my bed and wake myself up. These calculations were all done while I was still half-awake, and some part of my mind was processing the whole not-moving thing in a fairly analytical way that (for the moment) staved off panic. (Also, realistically, there wasn't really room for me to roll off the bed, and I would've probably hit the desk and ended up awkwardly wedged between it and the bed frame to some degree, but at the time that seemed a reasonable risk and/or I felt invincible, like I was still dreaming, and/or my view of the floor was a bit skewed so it seemed like I should've been able to land without injury. Presumably the same part of my brain that jumps out dream windows was managing things.) My plan to roll off the bed failed as I continued to not be able to move. It didn't feel like being pinned down. It sort of felt like being too ill or tired to move, which for some reason felt familiar, though no real reason for that comes to mind. I still wasn't panicking, just sort of continuously sending signals to my body that it should roll off the bed. Then, all at once, fear rolled over me and I started hyperventilating through my nose. I got the impression that if I looked over my shoulder, I'd see a demon on my back. I looked back (I could only move my eyes) and seemed to glimpse darkness; not the absence of light but something that entirely defies light. At the same time, there was a building roar in my right ear, and something like a demon voice laughing or making some kinda weird noise, not actually speaking, and maybe some third louder noise, and then it all just snapped off like a light switch. I can't clearly remember the line between being paralyzed and suddenly not being paralyzed. Looking back it seemed like I started getting up the second I was able to, though not in a panicking way (wasn't hyperventilating anymore either). The fear had been temporary and sort of artificial, as if it was just sort of The Thing To Do in that instance, which is reminiscent of other nightmares. I suppose the reason for that is that realistically, there isn't much for me to be afraid of. If I'm afraid of something in a dream, it's because I'm supposed to be, but I don't really have a death phobia in dreams so that lends a sort of invincibility. Bahhhh I can't explain it. I'll try again later.
Updated 12-09-2015 at 10:12 PM by 39676
I took some Melatonin plus Magnesium, B-5, & Chorine last night and it knocked me out. I barely remember the first dream and my alarm killed any dream recall I had on the second dream. Mondays are always difficult for me. I generally don’t sleep well. Dream 1 (Fragment): I remember being asked to teach a class on cunnilingus, but everyone kept pronouncing it with a strong southern accent “Colonel Angus”, just like a on a Saturday Night Live skit from 2003. Dream 2 (Fragment): I remember speaking to my Aunt Jane about my father.
Huh. I don't recall a dang thing. Maybe there's a fragment about Ben and some kinda boss dude but it's almost more of an impression than anything ... Might start going for 5 hours instead of 6. Time to WILD. *yawwwnnn*
Updated 12-09-2015 at 10:11 PM by 39676
Morning of March 17, 2014. Monday. I am riding in an unfamiliar nice car with a few other people. They remain unknown until the last scene. I am in the back seat. As we are going along through a mostly rural area during late afternoon, I get the vague idea to journey into “my” Enchanted Forest setting (even though I am not lucid at any point in my dream). I almost always enter it at about a twenty-two degree angle from the northern treeline while going east (depending on the overall directional orientation, which is sometimes ambiguous) but in this case, we seem to be traveling on the south edge of the area. I have gone in from other directions in dreams of years ago, but the fictional area “looks different” in that it is less Florida-like than usual. I give instructions on where to turn and the car goes in (to my right) at about a thirty degree angle and I notice another car parked along the road as we go down the road through the dense forest. As we go along, four more cars are parked on the left side of the road in fairly close proximity, and there are also several buildings (left side only other than the small restaurant near where the road merges with the highway - which is to the right), mostly rural residential and not uniform as would be the case in an urban setting. It seems quite annoying and “wrong” that there are other people here - especially human-built structures. Not only that, we quickly come to the other side that opens out onto a highway of the same basic appearance as the one we had been on just before turning. My Enchanted Forest and secret “place of power” thus only seems about two city blocks wide, if that. I state my annoyance but not that aggressively. I am disappointed (but there is no embarrassment as would be the case in a more vivid dream when an “audience” is present as here). We get out and look around. There are no other people around as if the area had been temporarily abandoned. I do not think there are health concerns (as perhaps a result of a chemical spill or whatever) - it just seems that the people left inexplicably, leaving their cars along the road as well. This may not be my Enchanted Forest. The inactive and seemingly abandoned outdoor restaurant has unlocked accessible shelves, where I grab a box of Kellogg’s Corn Flakes cereal and a carton of milk, as I am feeling hungry. “Doc” from “Gunsmoke” (Milburn Stone) does the same thing and is soon seated near me (to my right) at an outdoor counter, which is higher up than a picnic table, although I believe he took a box of Post’s Sugar Krinkles. Soon, James Arness (probably the car’s driver - I had not been paying much attention), as his Matt Dillon character, starts complaining about how we all stole the cereal. (The other cast members are also apparently hungry, including Amanda Blake and Ken Curtis.) He says something in a somewhat dramatic and patronizing manner - along the lines of “it was honest men that made this country what it is and built it up to the great country it is today” (referring more to the 1870s America, I think). I turn around and boldly, without hesitation, look at him face to face, “…and men need food and nourishment to live or there would be no men in the first place to make this country,” I reply sarcastically. I then start to loudly call him a number of rude slang names in a few different languages, including curse words and obnoxious phrases. I and the others continue to eat our cereal with no additional drama or conflict. The personified preconscious in this case is James Arness as Matt Dillon. His accusations of me (and “Gunsmoke” cast members other than him) stealing the cereal are of course ridiculous. One cannot steal anything in their own dream. This is perhaps because I am not yet awake and eating a real breakfast, so I am possibly wasting time by “stealing” the idea of eating it (without getting real nutrition). (The preconscious as this character is perhaps exaggerating how big and strong I can be by waking up and eating a real breakfast.)
Updated 05-25-2017 at 06:04 AM by 1390
I saw a red kitten on the chair. I thought that i had no kittens. Made RC. I was in some house. I went out through the wall. There were high mountains around me . House I left was small and there was real mountain lake near. I thought that i never allowed myself swimming in mountain lakes and swam. It was nice and I loved it and even didn’t want to go out, but remembered about points and so on and went out. I went to the steep and saw a big industrial city on the feet of the mountain. I flew there. I saw a boy also flying but he stoped and turned around, so I just outrun him. I land under the bridge and made a portal, but didn’t thought about destination. The teleports was like in the movie but I didn’t go there – I was thinking about destination – remembered about “Frozen”, made another portal, but awoke
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