All I remember in my dream was a group of people and maybe some driving. I also remember dreaming about my Magma M249 from Counter-Strike. I was able to select the colors and when selecting, I'd be in space looking at a cluster of colored stars.
Haven’t been interested in recalling dreams to extensive detail, except for a few that were just too overwhelming and crazy to generalize. 124+ Lucid dreams since the time I joined this site. Of course, with the other 1,022+ dream sets I’ve made, if I took time to see where I could’ve been lucid, the number would be much higher. Maybe there could’ve been more in the 2,000-3,000 dreams from 2011 to early 2014 recalled; the exact number of dreams recalled is still unknown seeing how I had different formats of clunking several dreams into one entry compared to the separate entries I’m doing on a separate program, and then combining it to as few entries on this site as possible. But by that point, it would just be a bias and problematic wondering how I would become aware of my existence in the dreaming state. Oh well, we all have to start somewhere. It’s amazing how putting in a lot of hours within a few weeks that I did for image streaming last year would make dream recall easier. It’s just a matter of actually caring to have unwavering acknowledgement of all dreams, nonsensical, hidden with deep symbolism, or actually a potential to relate to helping quotidian lifestyles in waking life. It’s hard being busy with the streaming of inspirations in my head in waking life, and wanting to do the same in the dreaming state. I think I prefer the former since there always seems to be a direction to go to fortunately. To anyone that seems to have episodic struggles with lucid dreaming attempts: Persevere with your shittiness until you get good at it. It’s a constant struggle that you’ll just have to accept every now and then. If I couldn’t find some way to reduce how I react in the cluster of dreams filled with a myriad of emotions, or some inspiration to animate them, I highly doubt I would have any more incentive to recall them. 30.01.2014Public Shower with Women (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Outside in public shower near a pool I guessAt least three females diagonally front of meThey're wearing bras and panties onlyOne wears a light sky blue bra and pantyI'm pause for a moment, and then wake up. _________________________ 30.01.2014Riding a School Bus to Catch a Missed School Bus (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Yeah, that's pretty much it. It took a while before I decided to give up after doing something futile where I didn't even know the location of the school I was supposed to go to. 31.01.2014Kingdom Hearts Themed Island? (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID All I know for the time being is that the island I was residing in the dream was related to Kingdom Hearts in some way. I don't know, it's just what's initially showing up in my mind. I did all sorts of random things with dream characters, but I can't remember any significant or memorable moments. It had that weird feeling of accepting the illusion of comfort in a confined island, similar to what I'm sure the main characters had during their childhood. 03.02.2014Clipboard of Teleportation & Wanting to Take a Photograph with Victoria (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I’m inside of a store that looks a lot like the H-E-B within my area in waking life. Apparently, I have a job in this dream, though I’m not sure what it is I’m doing specifically. I’m wearing a red polo shirt, seeing how that would be one of the default colors to wear along with some colored dress pants. I’m holding a clipboard which I believe also had the color of red, and there’s paper attached under the clip. There’s a square that’s split into a series of smaller squares that are numbered. 05.02.2014Petting a Horse/Dog Hybrid (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm petting a horse/dog hybrid that's vanilla colored. I'm petting it, and then I move around the environment without any kind of indicator if I'm in a body or not. I seem to be able to go through walls, and I see a few wolves that are inside a dark area. They have yellow eyes, and have a mix of brown and black fur. They seem to be friendly. 06.02.2014Walking on Sand (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID >Walking on sand >Entities that looked like they were lost and trying to find somewhere to go surround me >I have to walk behind them and keep walking to convince them to move forward and being purified >One of them transforms into an older man holding a brown folder, or binder 07.02.2014Petting a Cat & Backing Up A Vehicle (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID >Petting a cat, enjoying experiencing the sensation of petting it >Backing up a vehicle that I thought was a Blazer, ends up being a motorcycle 15.02.2014Running Away From Robert Knepper & Prison (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I’m on the run, and it seems I’m helping some prisoners escape while trying to elude Robert Knepper. His hairstyle is similar to his role as T-Bag in Prison Break in Season 4 most specifically. I’m not too sure on what his overall composition was, but it seems he was shifting from a human body to something like a large insect composition. I’m wearing an outfit similar to what Michael Scofield wore in Season 4 of Prison Break, except the sweater probably has a darker hue from this: The closest I can associate to this transient form of is U3 from Resident Evil 4, except this time the overall color for the bottom region is a mix of brown and a few overlays of red, and other warm colors. + Spoiler for u3: Now, all that really mattered to me was making sure I kept moving forward, and that the prisoners I was saving can get out safely. I believe it was two females, or one female and a female, or maybe three individuals that I’m saving, but I’m not too sure because of the cluster of adrenaline and fear surging through my dream body. My initial presumption was that I’m escorting Michelle Obama, and one of her daughters, or Obama and Michelle. Whatever the case, it seems that I keep implying that I’m saving them within the dream, but the more I try to avoid Knepper, the less I see the presumed dream characters. It’s really dark outside, and it doesn’t seem that I have to worry about security, light towers, or anything that would require systematic planning, or contingencies at all. I noticed that I’m going through a cyclical process of running for a few times within the dream. It starts out with heading for a slope, and having to go upwards. The hill itself consists of brown dirt with a few rocky substances here and there, and there’s a set of light gray cemented stairs on my right that I can take to skip the grind work of going up the hill. I take the opportunity, while constantly being weary of how Knepper may be close to chopping my body in half, to jump abnormally to skip a few steps of the stairs, and eventually reach the apex of the hill. I look down, and turn my head to the left to find a small house that I can go to that seems to lead to path of other houses that could be used as a shortcut, and give me more stalling time from Knepper. 17.02.2014Shooting Arrows at Large White Monster (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Feels like I'm playing an MMORPG, and I have a Ranger role where I can shoot arrows that have a dark blue arrowhead with a light sky blue aura surrounding the tip. There's a huge white whale like creature, or seal like creature that's coming after me. I click on the creature with a mouse click I'm presuming, and the character starts shooting arrows rapidly at it. It seems the creature is pretty close to potentially eating the character, but I can't recall what happened next. 21.02.2014Finger Gets Shot & Golden Retriever (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm inside of a house, and the dream characters, despite of not seeing them clearly Running away, ran for a mile, came back to house, had to go up stairs Open door, relative is there, golden retriverer barking at me at front door, but not biting me He gets out of the house and pushes a lady that was with a guy. Tells them to get out, closes the door, he goes back in, I do too, he gets mad, waves gun, I stay near door, back to door, sitting down telling him not to shoot, hands up, he shoots one of my finger, or fingernail Reverts back to normal 28.02.2014Someone is Kidnapped (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID >Someone is kidnapped, and I'm apparently trying to save them, even though I don't know who it is I'm after >I'm listening to someone that seems to be the one taking the person hostage >They're instructing me to do all sorts of things >Relatives are suddenly involved in helping me out >White SUV is being driven by a relative, never seen him ride one before of that color >Female relative ends up going to clinic to get a prescription that's important for complying with the kidnapper's demands >Dream shifts to where I'm at a docking area of some sort >I head to a shed, and before I enter, I see a green frog outside >I decided to play around with it, and started to throw it up a bit >Then I went back to focusing in entering the shed >Two floor panels near the entrance, I only step on one >Open door >Kidnapper, that sounds like an old and cerebral female, tells me I made the wrong move >Apparently I wasn't allowed to get anyone to help me to comply with her demands >Dream shifts to where I'm reading a manga that looks like Naruto Shippuden >I see Kakashi, Obito, and Rin in their childhood years >Kakashi and Rin are side by side, Obito is on the opposite side >Someone is holding Obito's head as his body slowly elevates from being picked up >Obito's head comes off, and only his scalp and hair remains within the person's grasp >Kakashi and Rin freak out >I can't take this dream anymore 04.03.2014Peter Bergman, Running Away From Bombing, and Lady in Red Gives Up On Wedding (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Things start out at a luxurious hotel, and it takes a while before I realize that I’m dreaming. Some dream characters that come to mind is one that looked like Peter Bergman from the Young and the Restless: < > Along with Joshua Morrow as well: < > The latter doesn’t seem to show up until later on in the dream, but I’m quite confused on when he does arrive. I honestly saw this dream as so nonsensical (and the ones a few days before it), that it wasn’t really enticing enough for me to type it down. So my memory is going to be a bit patchy due to wanting to forget this altogether. The hotel room itself was comfortable enough for a gregarious conversation with the dream characters, and it also felt as if we were on the higher floor as well. I couldn’t make out the actual conversations streaming through, but it seems there’s a scheme to bomb part of the hotel apparently. I can’t recall how I specifically reacted, but I felt things were going to get intense very quickly. Joshua Morrow comes in at some point, and I believe he’s wearing a brown jacket with some milky light brown fur around the collar, along with wearing regular denim blue jeans. He has his hairstyle groomed and gelled up: < > The dream overall has this celestial, blurry, and slightly dark overlay to it. It clearly made it prevalent that this was a dream, and it almost felt like the kind of atmospheric overlay you’d see at sunset, or something like that. While the dream characters are having a conversation over whatever, it seems that Peter Bergman has a control switch in his left hand. It’s a typical black box with a red button, and other small buttons in there as well. He becomes impatient, and wants to click the switch now, which basically blows up everything within the room. No damages are done to me, him, and any other dream character that happened to be there. But my instinct was to run away before something more catastrophic would occur. Panic initiates, and I feel that somewhere during the run, I glanced over the window, and saw that people were already forming groups outside to see what was happening. Joshua Morrow plays a significant role in this part to some extent, but my memory is kind of horrible at this point for what he really helped out on. All I could presume is that he helped me find a way for shortcuts to reduce suspicion from others that I, or anyone else in that same hotel room were advocates of the bombing event. After this, the dream shifts, and despite of the inconsistency of the next dream, I felt this one had some correlation with the previous. Simply because the atmospheric overlay was the same, and my emotions at the time still had a high sense of adrenaline and fear of trying to escape from something. I’m riding a motorcycle, and I’m driving parallel to someone that’s riding a motorcycle as well. The freeway we’re on is pretty spacious, though the perspective and perception is clearly abnormal. What seems to be large in front of us takes quite a while before it gets smaller. During this ride, I felt as if I was experiencing another virtual reality where an Asian female wearing a red dress wants to propose to me. Her visage mixes around for a bit, and one was similar to someone in waking life. The moment I saw her face, I was questioning why she would want to propose to me when she’s already in a relationship in waking life. Maybe she wanted me to be the man of honor, but her expression clearly wasn’t one that was friendly, it was more sexual than needed. Then her visage shifts around with other relative Asian facial compositions, and the shape shifting dream character looks more like she’s in her late 20s to early 30s. For the top section of her long red dress, there’s an “X” format of cloth wrapped around her breast region. Snap back to the motorcycle riding, and I’m asking the dream character, who I can’t really see too well, on why she would propose, or want me to marry her. Whatever the dream character stated, it eventually ended the conversation, and it seems my reaction to it was that my concern was resolved in some way. Apparently, we were on our way to talk to that same Asian female, and once we met her, she called the wedding off. I can’t remember anything else after that.
One dream I remember, I was hiding in a shady motel while being chased by criminals. I realized I was dreaming, and decided it would be fun to change gender to fool my foes. My form changed from the male I am into a very sly woman with long black beautiful hair, and a subtle complex darkness to her, like she had a mysterious history. It was very interesting, I put a hoody on and went out into the rainy afternoon. I felt the world looking at me as a female, and I looked back as one too. It felt completely different and alien to how feeling male feels, like I not only changed in appearance but also mind state, kind of like I felt completely female as I walked down the street. I got some complements on my long black hair, and felt like I was blushing from the males giving me the complements, thing is in real life I have no desires to be female or would blush from guys giving my hair complements I wonder how my mind nailed so perfectly the identity of a "mysterious" woman it was uncanny and completely natural during that dream.
I just don't know, what to make of it - so again I get lucid - I notice I dream out of nowhere - and again I run into toiletory problems.. That while not practising toilet-visit-initiated RCs any more for a long while.. It was so - I stand inside something like a big garage - get lucid - but don't bother to first of all sort my mind out for further sensible proceedings - no. I think instantly, that I want a spaceship to abduct me, start getting the garage more into a hangar and open the hangar door with my mind with the firm expectation, to see a spaceship outside. It was all darkish and there was something more like a tank - at least it was green - na well. Then it comes again - I absolutely have to go to the toilet - but I do remember, that I can just go ahead and do that, if I don't manage to get over this stupid phenomenon in a dream. No problem for the bedding - it has been tried. So and then I somehow loose coherence with the narrative - could be because with giving in to something rather not so overly meta-conscious - I literally lost it. I must have entered the not really yet convincing space-ship-tank, got to some upper department, hid away lying on my back in a coffin-small space. This unlikely facility finally provided me with a means to reach the illusory but enormously relieving feeling of dream-peeing. But - one could have predicted it - not dreaming me obviously - this wasn't entirely adequate a means. Dripping on metal gave me away - it was a real tank by then - and a quite unfriendly soldier started knocking from outside. At least everybody seemed to be militarily on one side - so nobody shot me - but they really were not pleased at all. It turned out, what the whole scope of the problem was, when somebody dripping and quite annoyed clambered out of a lower department, proclaiming I had ruined a secret military operation by wetting him. He even had a moustache. And I keep reading here, that gravity doesn't work in dreams!? And why did I have to go up somewhere in the first place anyway? What is this all about suddenly?? This definitively can't go on like this!
Updated 03-06-2014 at 04:05 PM by 66050
This happens every once in a while, I'll wake up in the morning and realize that my phone alarm is turned off and its time to actually get up. I have no memory of doing this, and I also don't remember any of my dreams. Oh Well.
The dream starts with me arriving at "my home" somewhere in the San Francisco Bay Area. Apparently it is a house we recently acquired, and by we in this dream I mean my father and me, although my father is only there briefly at the beginning of the dream. The house is very old and will need significant repair work. There also is no furniture in it yet I think in this first scene. When we arrive it is raining heavily, and my father expresses concern that the home's drains may not be good enough to handle it. And in fact in that moment, the rain is even heavier and the house starts to flood. Suddenly we notice a cat in our house. It is a very sad looking starved black cat. It eagerly hops into my arms to get away from the water. At some point while I am holding it, it no longer has fur, and is a naked cat with an almost human expression of suffering on its face. Later in the dream the cat has fur again though. I vaguely notice that the cat has a collar, but I ignore it, because I want this to be my cat. Another scene: there is no more rain, and a woman whom I know from church is in my house visiting, and I explain about the cat but that we have no cat food. She offers to go buy some. I request she buy two kinds for variety. I am walking on what appears to be a large stretch of land belonging to my home. I am holding the cat in my arms. And we are both content. I feel remorse though over still not having checked the collar, so I do. The cat's name is Sheri, and the names and address and phone number of her owners are listed. I am surprised that she is from the other side of the bay. I call the number. A teenager answers and she is delighted that the cat has been found. I give her my address and she will pick the cat up with her parents. After I hang up the cat seems to have an expression of delight on her face. Then a man appears who seems friendly at first but with a bit of creepy soon appearing. He fisrst appears outside. Then I am inside. The home now is fully furnished as it may have been in the scene when the friend visited (not sure) but unlike the first scene. Also unlike the first scene no mention of my father and I am living in this home alone now. I sit down on the couch. Suddenly the man appears and sits down across the coffee table from me. He wonders why my crochet stuff is not here. I wonder how he knows I crochet. I notice the cat is not with me, and I think she disappeared to hide from the man. I have the sense that he is dangerous maybe even a murderer. He gets up and starts going up the stairs to look for the cat I think. I realize that I never invited him inside the house. I have an image of him sneaking upstairs with a knife but I don't think he had a knife before. Not sure but maybe this is what happened in the house where the cat disappeared from, the man with a knife, maybe he killed someone there. But I don't know that and I don't know how I suspect that. All I do know is there is a creepy man in my house. I go outside to the car and dial 511, hoping to reach the non emergency police number. Because in my dream I think that having a strange man in my house uninvited does not wore want an emergency call! I explain to the police that I would appreciate an officer coming by my house to check this man out, but I sound defensive, like I know I don't have enough to go on to call the police. After all I do not know that he is a murderer, have no way of knowing. Meanwhile the cat's family arrive. I explain about the man. They say to call the emergency police number because if it is the man they think it is, he killed grandma, the night the cat disappeared, and is wanted by the police. I woke up before the police arrived or before the cat or man were seen again. --- Fragment: I remember going to a restaurant to meet my husband I think. I thought he said the restaurant was walking distance but when I start going there, I search for directions and discovered I would need to drive there.
Had Dream about a pen that never ran out of ink and some other stuff. Tried to recall some more, but I quickly forgot it.
Morning of March 6, 2014. Thursday. My family and I are living in Brisbane in my dream. However, there is one part where I am in my old apartment on King Street - the middle one of the eastern side. I am looking at Google Maps and trying to determine where our house is from the above view, though the range is much closer than in reality. There is a fictional business full of stacks of old tires (on the corner of a block) where I can see them very closely from above (probably a link to Eco 3, where I worked as a teen), across from a similar business, where I first determine our house is supposed to be, which does not make much sense unless it is a much older image of the area before our house was built. There is a clear association of that area with the fictional restaurant that we owned and supposedly where we lived for a time - from a different dream - and I have intriguing false memories in-dream - of events and times there. I always find it interesting when dreams have clear associations and “memories” of fictional locations in prior dreams. Still, I eventually decide it is not the right location. Looking at the screen, I seem to see two Fifth Streets in a row (shown as 5th Street), running parallel, which seems very unlikely. I work out that one number is actually a six. (In real life, we have the same address as another in the same region, which seems sort of odd). (“Fifth Avenue”, though not directly associated with “Fifth Street”, is associated with unpleasant memories as a young adult, regarding both job injuries and highly corrupt authority, as well as it being the name of a candy bar I sometimes ate during the same time period - irony, I guess.) I later discover that, for some reason, I have an unknown girl’s schoolbooks at a desk - which may have been either thrown out (perhaps even accidentally) or lost - and I or a family member had recently picked them up. There are three books in the set; the first is more like a textbook and it mostly shows images of military vehicles but there are not many question and answer sections, although there are various loose notebook pages with handwriting in pencil between some pages. I go through the pages for a reasonable amount of time. There are detailed drawings of larger trucks, jeeps, and tanks and the pages include details on various features of the vehicles and their purpose. I anticipate the next book and look through it, which is more workbook-like. I notice all or most of the work has been done, but I am still interested in a challenge of doing the work myself even though I see all the supposed answers. Most of the book is one long series of word associations in lists from phrases or partial phrases and it seems too cryptic in my opinion to make much sense as a task or assessment and I do not see the logic in any implied purpose. Each next phrase, starting from the top of the list, uses a word from the phrase before (with each continuing phrase having two spaces to fill). For example, one may be “He says that he ____ try”, followed by integrating one of the words into the blank of the next partial phrase, “____ you visit the admiral’s office to ____”, the first and second blank being “will”. Oddly, though, there are lines that are in Russian (only now and then), by which the words must be translated before going to next lines. I get the impression that the school was somehow training for the CIA or perhaps the army. I do not get to the third book before my dream shifts. In the next section of my dream, I am walking through the neighborhood and notice an entire street of extremely decrepit and partially collapsed buildings. Most are residential, but there are also a couple larger business buildings on the corners of the block. I feel a bit strange (I guess a sort of mild embarrassment) living in a town with such features, as if the entire town may someday be like this and no one would maintain anything. There is concern that the front of some of the buildings might fall onto anyone walking through the area. (A neighbor has a garage like this in real life. The entire front is at an angle and there is a wider vertical crack almost all the way from top to bottom. Also, I missed, by mere seconds, an entire garage falling on me, while inside, when we lived in Brisbane years ago.) I talk to the mayor when he mentions that work may be done in the future. I tell him that the area should be transformed into a haunted-house-themed park. He seems to think I am being sarcastic and obnoxious, but I am actually sincere in my idea. I tell him it would draw more people to the town and boost the economy somewhat. (In real life, the town we live in is having more and more businesses closed, some because of the recurring floods, bankruptcy, and so on.) I am eventually in a house of someone I do not know and the woman’s son and daughter are getting ready for school as she sits at a table in the living room or dining room. I have some sort of magical ability and create a large apple on the table with unusual properties. It is “doubled”; that is, more like two apples fused together into one so that it has two stalks and two calyx areas. The apple is somewhat angular, narrower at the bottom than some other varieties. The woman is seemingly not that impressed or even “bothered” by my magic and I move my hand about and it changes into a different variety of apple, growing slightly darker. While at the school (location unknown), I decide to ask the girl to stay free for the day and she seems happy about not going into the school. Her brother is apparently still going and seems slightly annoyed. There is a picnic table where I move my hand over the surface and, directly under my right hand, two times in a row, a glass of water grows up from the table as I lift my hand from the surface each time. It seems an interesting magic trick in appearance and sensation. Picnic tables have always been a common feature in my dreams, even in unlikely locations (such as inside houses or in otherwise fancy restaurants). A movie, documentary-like, is later made of my life, yet also seems to be “real” with the additional characters in their own lives supposedly as themselves. It stars Bill Cosby (yes, I know - highly unlikely to play me) as his “magical” character in “The Meteor Man” and Nicola Cowper as the girl who never went back to school from that day. It may relate to reviewing a couple older dreams such as “My Final Body” and "‘Meteor Men’ and the last of the gypsy carnivals”, because sometimes that happens, especially during the start of hypnopompia and surfacing recent associations. There was also an offset section of my dream where my sister Marilyn, who had passed away recently, had a (fictional) younger relative who looked exactly like her and was in her house. It seemed vaguely comforting. This part also had a scene where I was looking at workbooks of some kind, on a coffee table, I think calculus or physics.
Updated 04-20-2017 at 10:36 AM by 1390
Had a bit of a dry spell with recall, and since my dreams weren't that interesting, I forced myself to make a dream journal for today. It's pretty short... Dream about trees and how done don't smell when they're cut down Then there then I was on a cruise ship with a shit load of old people Who also were like disgusting looking old Playing on a minecraft server (dream) and we're doing stuff to make money Then this one guy starts killing everyone else cause he's rich with money and I try to go after him with a sword to kill him but it turns out he can fly and I can not. I feel like the last one could be symbolism for how the rich are so wealthy that they are untouchable by others. No matter what they do to you, you can't do anything to them. Also the minecraft world is symbolism for how everything was built from the ground up .
Past few nights have been uneventful. Some nights I've tried to lucid dream and some nights I got fed up trying. My dreams have been very uninteresting and uneventful. The only one I can recall was the one I had last night. I was trying to get disability aid for my condition and I had a solicitor at my house, only it wasn't my house. I knew that if I was to pass the test to prove that I was unfit for work I would have to do more than just talk about my condition, so I offered to make a cup of tea. I went into the kitchen and did my usual of lifting the kettle with 2 hands and wincing as the weight of the water hurt my wrist and fingers like it does. I was also wincing opening the door as it appeared it had gone into my arms in the dream, and as I went to sign a piece of document I was unable to grip the pen to write it, almost like I was the other day when I was signing a registered delivery. I told them I had fibromyalgia in my hands and it was difficult to write. The dream ended with me unable to recall anything else being said. I knew this was reflecting how I felt about Atos forcing people into work and when I checked if I was eligible for DLA or something similar they only offered aid to people who were incapable of taking care of themselves or unable to walk. I'm not that bad but I got fears one day I'll try to leave the bed and I'll be in agony all over and not able to move a muscle.
Journal Entry Lucid #12 Dream,Lucid, (Comments) Background: I got up around 1:22 and I studied for my chemistry exam. I don't remember thinking about LD. Around 3:45am I got up and went to my room. I listened to some music and I just tried to enjoy the moment. (I did not listen to any Robert Monroe recording because I wasn't aiming to become Lucid.) I told myself don't care about having a LD, just go to sleep and try and remember some dreams. I went to sleep very hungry. Dream fragment 2 from 4:10am-4:46am" Family's Support and Mewtwo's Cry": I remember walking around my neighborhood stores. I was eating food with my friend TO, and my teacher. I came back home and I saw my parents come out of the car. My neighbor who didn't look like himself was driving the car. After he parked it, I helped them get the food out the car. I saw a machine that takes the food to my neighbor's house. It went across the beautiful green grass they had. I turn and I see giraffes and antelopes in our hard. They were fighting with each other it was crazy. I woke up because of my hunger. I felt sad and angry that I woke up. I thought oh man I am going to have a hard time going back to sleep now. I thought for a second about a video I watched, he said to be happy in every thing that you are doing and do it out of love. I manged to ignore my stomach and I laid down laughing about something. The dream happen within seconds maybe. I think it was just me talking to myself in my imagination at first. Enjoying the time, but it quickly became a disturbing conversation. [COLOR="#0000FF"]I found myself in church having a conversation with this man and BE, old friend. I saw this guy in front of me and he is telling me if I leave, we will fight. He is going crazy yelling at me. I looked at him at peace filled with no emotions of anger like I usually do. I thought this doesn't make sense. I told my self to move to make sure I wasn't imagining it. I managed to move. Family's Support: I then had the thought this is a dream why haven't I done anything yet. I started acting casual about it and I walked in middle of the room. I started rubbing my hands because I felt like the dream was on the verge of ending. I looked around to make sure it was a dream and not some extreme visualization. I looked at the kids in the room they were running around playing tag without me thinking about it. As I was about to walk out of the room the guy followed me, he said I am getting weak, BE said the same thing. I felt a little weak but I was excited. I kept going I saw some food, I told them to eat some food. I picked it up it was a pink cookie thing it had a taste of donut. I knew I fell asleep hungry and my physical body can't be tricked for long. I told them hey look at this. I stopped rubbing my hands and I flew up to the ceiling with ease. The church people started gasping and looking at me like I was a monster. I thought about how it felt, this particular flight. It felt like someone picking me up. I didn't feel in control anymore, my legs started rising above me making my head upside down. I thought ok I will work with this. I started swinging my legs to get a circular motion going. I felt nauseous at first but then I could control my whole body now. I stopped my body and landed. My grandmother wasn't as protective anymore, she trusted me. She told me that the church people are not ready to accept me, (I guess a LDer), they seemed to be convinced thought that it was real life. I started to fly again and I was about to try and go through the door, phase. I bumped into it and it changed my direction of flight. My uncle opened the door for me and he said, "go fly, go up, go high". I saw a beautiful horizon, purple and blue with a blend of orange. I don't know how to describe it really. The dream then froze like a computer screen. I couldn't move the body that I see, everything remained motionless. I then entered the VOID. Mewtwo's Cry: It was pitch dark but I knew that the dream didn't end. I started rubbing my hands. I let go off my lucidity, I let my thought wonder, but I caught it right away. A dream started to form. I see a wasteland, ugly looking thing. I see Mewtwo from Pokemon, my favorite Pokemon when I was a kid. I thought wow dreams could get random. I thought am I going to be mewtwoI started getting closer to it. It was flying around the dystopic landscape. I became him. I then started rubbing my new hands. It was white and I had those three little fingers that Mewtwo had. The sensation though still felt like five fingers. I could still fly too. I kept flying. I saw a lot of legendary Pokemons. They were flying, running and jumping around, attacking each other. Some shooting beam out of their mouths at each other. I said to them, "we should not fight with each other..." (I don't remember exactly what I said after wards but I know it has something to do with the corruption of lords and how we should not follow them). I then stopped mid flight and I pointed both my fingers side ways. I saw my chest as I was doing this and I saw the armor that Mewtwo had, the dream was so consistent. After I put my hand out to the side I made a purple enegry beam that exploded and woke me up. Became lucid by: DILD
Updated 03-06-2014 at 02:23 AM by 65865
I had the most amazing dream. I was in a relationship with a wonderful younger guy. He has 2 younger boys. He was so sweet and caring towards me through out the whole dream. I didn't want it to stop. The dream was very vivid and lasted for a long time.. This is very puzzling to me because I am not in a relationship nor do I have any intentions of being in a relationship. There is so much going on in my life with my job, building an online business, taking an online course and self healing/ spiritual expansion. I have no time for anyone new in my life, and I don't want a relationship with someone who has younger kids, mine are all grown up, the youngest being 22. Recently I have begun doing deep meditation, and am wondering if this is the reason for the dream. Could it be a premonition or my subconscious trying to show me what I am longing to eventually find.
Journal Entry non-lucid #51 Dream, non-dream (Comments) Background: (Also an extension to the LD I had on the same day): My father wished me a LD. I went to sleep and I told myself I will have a LD but no worries if I don't. I placed an importance on remembering a dream than having a LD. Dream fragment 1, 8:45pm-1:22 am." Dead Indian Lady": I was walking in a line and we were doing mathematics as we walked. The line ended somewhere and I saw my friend EK. He looked a lot like a mix of Tyler the creator. This guy asked my friend to move something so that he could sit down, but EK ignored him. I asked him to stop doing that and he did. A teacher came inside and told us that we were going to watch a movie. I sat back relaxing. Too many ropes around my chair so I started moving them. It made lots of noise like a metal chain. People stared back at me. I didn't seem to care. This guy behind me flinched and clinched his muscles as if to fight me. I got ready and I realized it was someone I knew and was no longer angry. The teacher started telling a story about a women who was flawless in dancing or singing. I walked out to use the bathroom. Instead I ended up in a old room. It looked like a museum. It had glass case for objects. I kept walking and I saw a room with a women sitting there motionless. She had black hair that was long. I looked at her cloth, it didn't look like anything that is casually worn. I assumed it was Indian cloth, it had yellow orange and brown as main colors. I looked at how still her body is and I said she is dead. A girl came inside. She asked why I stopped. I told her (jokingly) "I don't want to be stuck with an old lady telling me old events". I then looked at the women and said, "I give you my blessings, (acknowledging that she is dead), and I wish you happiness". We walked out together. This guy and girl talked as I overheard them. They said our class lies to get out of class talking about going to the bathroom. Possible dream sign: Emotion: Angry (x1), Context: "Wacky context"
I think if I have one more dream about wandering buildings after this, I'll add it to my dream signs. 3. I’m wandering around a neighborhood and buildings. I run into a guy, and I ask him what these two letters in my ‘interests’ box stand for. In my mind I see a column with my ‘interests’ such as fandoms, hobbies, etc, written in it. I think the last letter was ‘f’. It’s how people find each other there I guess. He tells me the media name and I say ‘oh yeah’. I wander into a building and am lost. I find a room and think it could be an exit. There’s a young African American girl standing there. I ask her about the room, and she says her mom is in there sleeping because she’s sick. I ask her if that’s all that’s in there, because I’m still hoping for a way out. She silently closes the curtain(?) over the room. I feel like that scene repeated, like I went through there before. And that I’d seen the girl outside at my old school and talked to her. Inspiration: Two letters part comes from my PAO system. 4. In a school cafeteria with my friends, the lunchlady tells me the food has already been put away. We manage to find some cookies(?) to eat though. Lunchlady reminded me unfavorably of Miss L, an old teacher. Or Miss Trunchbull from Matilda. I swear I’ve had a very similar dream before, that or my déjà vu is just on the fritz again. @_@
I added my dreams signs to a memory palace, so I can run through them as a reminder as needed. I have a hard time remembering them all for RC's, so I'm starting with water and trying to increase my awareness of it first. 1. Something about Sollux and thumbs. Inspiration: I’m continuing my reread of Homestuck and talked to Sollux in the Alterniabound flash game, which made me remember how much I love him. Wish I remembered what the thumbs part was about, lol. Should have made a better trigger for it, because I think I remembered when I first woke up. But hey, it was 2:35 AM. 2. I’m at a store looking at a bunch of anime posters on a rack. I see some from a show I know, but they’re from a series/season I haven’t seen yet. I see one of Hibari and start digging it out. There’s someone else there and they’re helping me get it out of its wrapping so I can see its number. There are multiple numbers so I end up just looking for the SKU number. I think it said ‘SKA’ but I knew it was the SKU number, so I wrote it down so I could look for the poster online or something. It’s a bit fuzzy here, but ‘I’ say “Kamikorosenai~” (Don’t bite me to death~”) without the 'de' on the end in a plea for Hibari not to hurt me. Inspiration: The numbers and letters had to come from my PAO system, which is funny, because I used that very system to remember the SKU part in my dream palace. Note: Hibari is from the manga/anime Katekyo Hitman Reborn!. ‘Kamikorosu’ (“I’ll bite you to death.”) is his catchphrase. He’s a stickler for rules so maybe he thought I was stealing his poster. 8)
Updated 03-07-2014 at 04:50 AM by 20026
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