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I don't remember how this dream started, I just remember that I was living in a dystopian, industrial city and we were not allowed to leave. Outside the city's walls were the outlanders and they were supposed to be uncivilized and miserable people that would sooner eat you than help you. I guess it was supposed to be like Mad Max or The Road Warrior out there.

After wandering around the city for awhile doing stuff that I can't exactly remember, I eventually came to the wall where I spotted these two little kids scurrying over it. They used secret footholds in the wall. I went up there and did the same. On the other side I found an interesting house, it had no walls but it had about 4 floors and very unusual architecture. Reminded me of something I might have seen in Waterworld.

But there was desert below, not water. The kids' father was a nice Chinese man that also happened to be a chemist. His house was filled with all kinds of awesome contraptions, whirring gizmos, and bubbling vials. After talking with him for awhile about what the outside world was really like, a gatekeeper came to his home. He told the nice Chinese man that one of the gate monitors had been tripped and that he was looking for someone that had escaped from the town. He told him that he had seen nothing and the gatekeeper left. I thanked him and then left on a trek across the desert to see what I could find.

I walked for quite awhile, until the Chinese man's home was no longer visible. There was an excavation site up against a cliff wall. I walked over there and tried to blend in with the workers. I saw all kinds of exotic, precious minerals of various colors just laying around everywhere. There was also a giant mound of unrefined gold and gems. I picked up a blue crystal and it started soaking up this weird blackish green substance. A young man told me that this particular crystal was very special, it could soak up evil essence. He said that he was using these to cleanse the world. I thought that was pretty cool and I definitely approved of his noble mission, so I followed him away from the excavation site.

He led me to a camp of outlaws, this part really was a little bit road warrior. They were all dressed up in strange armor and some were wearing masks. They had a lot of engineers among them and they drove motorcycles and large machines. But they weren't mean, they were just misunderstood .

They were about to go on a secret raiding mission where they would attack an old-world machine factory. They used to produce massive war machines there before the great fall, and some were still operational and on autopilot. I went with them and we found an enormous machine that had spikes all over it to impale anybody that tried to climb on it and it had a massive chainsaw and a buzzsaw at the end of its arms. It immediately started attacking everything it saw, cutting motorcyles in half and sending my fellow outlaws flying. I climbed to the 3rd floor of the factory and knocked some spikes off the machine. I then jumped down into the pilot's seat, turned off auto-pilot, and took control. Everybody cheered and I drove it back to their base.

When we got there, the lead outlaw started telling me about another secret mission. He wanted me to go with this other guy to infiltrate a town. I was supposed to watch his back while he did what needed to be done. We left for this town, riding motorcycles. We rode for what seemed a very long time, crossing this magical land that resembled night elf land from WOW, but it was much more beautiful and vivid.

The town was very medieval and magnificent looking.

We went into a tavern that full of people getting drunk and having a good time. My buddy led me into a backroom where some of the town's most powerful individuals were playing poker. They didn't trust me being in there so they made me leave, but my friend was allowed to stay. So I went back into the room of people getting drunk and had a beer. I talked with this strange looking creature. He was short, fat, and he looked like he was from another world. His skin was green and scaly and he had very thin arms and legs. The leader of the outlaws showed up and told me that this creature was just trying to distract me. He told me that they knew about us, and it would only be a matter of time before we were all captured. An evil smirk ran across the ugly little creature's face and he tried to grab me. I punched him in the face and he went flying. Everybody in the bar got up and started fighting. A lot of them ran after us and the outlaw leader jumped into a giant war machine and started riding away, so I took off flying with my friend that was in the backroom playing poker. We flew back across the magical landscape but this time there was a ceiling and walls. After awhile we came up to a bunch of spellcasters and swordsmen from the town. They spawned plants on the walls and the ceiling that tried to devour us. Fireballs and lightning bolts were flying all over the place and we somehow managed to dodge them all. We got back to the base safely and the dream ended.

Dream 1:

Before this dream started, I woke up and experienced a little bit of sleep paralysis. I couldn't move my body and it felt like someone was laying on me. Fear started to set in, but I just said nah, not gonna be afraid. Instead I started to feel my dream body - I flexed my hands and feet until I got back into a dream. Wasn't lucid though. In the dream there was a cat laying on top of me and I thought, oh no wonder if felt like someone was laying on me! Silly kitty. He jumped off and turned into a dog. Then I went into the kitchen and my mom and sister were there. I said to them, "What are you guys doing, you're not supposed to be here!" My mom was manically cooking pork chops while talking about cooking chicken and my sister said to me, "what are you talking about David, mom's not here". Then my mom vanished and I asked my sister if this was a dream. She told me no and I tried to move something with my mind and a coffee mug flew across the room. "Liar!" I exclaimed. Then she walked away and I went outside. I tried to use telekinesis again just to make sure that it was a dream and then I thought about what I might want to do and I decided I wanted to talk to my dream guide. I said to the dream, "Okay, I'm ready to talk to you Mr. God". He appeared right in front of me, instantly, and he looked almost exactly the same as before except he was wearing different clothes and he was about 10 feet tall. I went to hug him and only got up to his waist. He said something really strange that I can't quite remember. I can only remember key words: cosmic, below the belt, joke universe. At first I thought he was making fun of my dick, saying that it was the joke of the universe. Then I thought that maybe he said that because my face was practically in his crotch. I never figured out, maybe a metaphor or something? Anyways, I woke up and DEILD'd.

Dream 2:

I was outside still but my dream guide was gone, I used telekinesis to make sure I was dreaming again and a flower pot moved over a ledge and broke. I summoned the dream guide again and this time he was shorter than me, same clothes and appearance otherwise. I noticed the dream started to get blurry so I stabilized and then walked over to him. I asked him how long I could talk to him for and he told me 20-30 minutes if I choose. I had the instant thought of no way, I'm going to wake up really soon I just know it. He gave me an understanding, compassionate smile and then hugged me. I hugged him back but then I started to feel a little bit uncomfortable. I had the split second thought that maybe he'll turn evil and bite me. Instead, he hugged me tighter and gave me more love. I snapped out of all my thoughts and was lost in the all pervading feeling of love. Then I woke up. DEILD'd again.

Dream 3:

I was at my parents' house and my mom was going to let some strange black dog outside. I used telekinesis again just to make sure and noticed that I was chewing gum, it was getting a little bit bland but still had some flavor. Dream ended as I was trying to go outside to summon my DG again.

I was in some jungle/rainforest type area where there were these really high tech/ futuristic type platforms built in the area. For some reason, it felt like the woods behind my neighborhood. The rainforest floor looked quite treacherous with fallen logs and a thick growth of ferns. So the only way to navigate the area was by walking along the futuristic walkways.
I am a jedi and me and another are tracking down a sith lord on this planet. The other jedi I was with had black curly hair and a short beard. I think he was my master and I was the apprentice. The sith lord looked like count dooku but with an insanely long beard that went down to his waistline, and he was waiting for us on a large platform.
We all draw our light-sabers. Mine is green; the other jedi, Blue, and the sith lords; Red of course.
We start fighting. But we don't fight for very long. Maybe only about thirty seconds before I use the force to jump about 20 feet into the air. I sort of hovered there and watched my jedi friend get slashed at and kicked off the platform but somehow I knew he was just injured and not dead.
The sith lord thought he had won, so I used the force to push myself down and stabbed my lightsaber right though the top of his head and killed him.
The other Jedi came up onto the platform and we exchanged some diolouge. Then the sith, who was dead was apparently able to still talk to me. He explained that using that move in a lightsaber fight is "cheating" and that I was dishonored. My jedi friend was also able to hear him and told me that it was a fair fight. He then left and told me to stay behind.
Some stormtroopers showed up and (enter dream logic) shot me with nerf guns. I blocked a few darts with my lightsaber which had become a plastic toy lightsaber. After I blocked and evaded their shots for a minute they ran out of ammo.
They took off their helmets and revealed they were all just kids. (Not my friends or my dream characters, just random kids, most of them looked younger than me, 10-12ish age) They told me that these were my nerf guns that they were using.
(RL note, I own a bunch of nerf guns.)
I told them that they had to pick up the foam darts, but they didn't want to. After a minute of my convincing they all begrudgingly agreed to help. One kid started crying and throwing handfuls of foam darts at everyone. I got really mad with him and we started yelling and hitting one another. The kid said he was going to break my leg, and started punching me in the knee. We fought for a long time until I woke up.

Morning of December 30, 2013. Monday.



My dream takes place in a mostly true-to-life version of our house in Brisbane on Stadcor Street in Wavell Heights. We have not lived there for years. My immediate family is as it is now in my dream, though. It is probably mid-morning. There are a few people visiting, but they had all been in the backyard; including my sister-in-law at a much younger age (when my brother first met her), my wife’s sister-in-law, and possibly others. My wife and the two of them are walking around in the backyard without a top on, but this is extraordinarily uneventful, as it solely seems to relate to breastfeeding their babies. They seem to be going around the side via the driveway, though, which would be more in public view from the street.

I become aware of the noise from a semi engine in front of our house. As I am not fully dressed, I want someone else to check it out while I mostly remain in the small hallway near the kitchen. My oldest daughter Amelia eventually goes to the living room and out to check what the person may want.

I hear a man talking for what seems like a long time as the semi is still idling. It seems fairly vague in what is implied at that point. I am not lucid, but there does seem to be several “practiced” changes and repeated shorter scenes relating to changing ideas during that time (as with many of my dreams). The possible elements relate to…

1. A normal parcel post delivery for my oldest daughter.
2. Some sort of police investigation relating to safety checks of “suspicious packages” during the holidays (of which I have seen a few shows on television where they find and investigate suspicious packages).
3. A very large delivery for my family and I (filling the whole semi trailer), including a larger Christmas tree, decorations, and possibly furniture, which seems a bit strange and I am somewhat annoyed at possibly having to help move it all, as there is likely only the one driver.& This being the case, it may also relate to some sort of party for lonely single people relative to a charity(?) being at our house for some reason. I guess such is my “duty”.
4. Someone who is lost and looking for directions.
5. Someone to collect a package that was recently delivered to our house by mistake and is actually for the next-door neighbors.
6. An investigation over a package that we somehow (possibly) attained wrongfully, like with a fake or stolen bank account or some such or from a business that is under investigation (for “knockoffs”, that is, cheap fake copycat products of known brands).

Eventually, my dream becomes more stable and a scenario regarding number one and number four above is what finally “fades in” as the actual continuing dream elements. I look out and see my oldest daughter standing near the semi cab. The man (of about forty years of age) is driving a mostly allover darker purple semi. (Purple symbolically represents the deepest level of conscious awareness, seemingly the portal to the supraconscious, being 400 nanometers at the physical level - so part of this may be about “delivering” forms or ideas from the “darker” less-explored domains into wakeful awareness). The man, as well as giving my daughter her parcel, explains that he is looking for his new residence, as he has recently moved to the area. It is actually Pilliga Street (in exact orientation from our house) that he is moving to, but it changes to Thistledown Street in my dream, which is in Tinton Falls, New Jersey, USA (possible tentative plays for no particular reason on “down” of Thistledown and “falls” as well as “new” of New Jersey). Apparently there is also a Thistledown pub he will be living near and it seems to be a small apartment for a single male, although in real life, the New Jersey address in the USA is actually occupied by a new condo (built this year) for about $2,000 a month (twice our rent for this dump, ha, but about four times bigger).

This had a partial layer of precognition (as usual) in that my oldest daughter did get a delivery via truck a bit after my waking (no way of me knowing) and spent some time “talking” and laughing later (on a forum) about a purple aspect of something she got. Also, tonight, my wife ended up talking to a woman she somewhat knows (she calls “the cat lady”) who had gone to a charity Christmas party for “lonely single people”, so that is three minor facets of composite precognition, which is pretty standard from day to day.

Purple is not usually that dominant a color in my dreams relating to the environment (such as lager objects, houses, vehicles, and so on). However, more developed tulpas and “higher entities” often wear purple and white in near-equal combinations of gossamer (which is my most visually striking color combination). I did buy my wife a purple and white set years ago and she looked fantastic and dreamy.

I start off in my room, but then i realize everything's on fire! I quickly grab a shirt and attempt to use it to open the door, however it caught on fire so i dropped it. Then for no apparent reason i became lucid however i was so full of adrenaline and terrified that i almost instantly left the nightmare.

What a waste of the dream

Afternoon of December 30, 2013. Monday.



This seemed to be about twenty minutes. I found myself face to face with a mostly static construct of a Peruvian girl, but with slight first-stage tulpa-like motions, such as very slightly side-to-side moving eyes - a very slightly moving lower lip - and so on - and slight second-stage pupil dilation - the “usual”. I am listening to a digitally constructed audio (pulsing/phrasing of my own design) and fall into the dream state after about ten minutes. I notice over time (and is something I seem to have noticed often before with such implied “higher beings” though human for the most part), that it seems their skin is lightly marked with various subtle lines or even (reptilian) “scales” or perhaps bird-feather designs very slightly embossed on the epidermis (yeah - saw “The Visitor” aka “Stridulum” from ‘79 one too many times, apparently - nobody’s perfect); but here, almost like implied tectonic plates of the Earth. This realization has struck me several times before (mostly only over the last year or two).

However, it is different this time, eventually. It turns out she has the Nazca lines (the ones representing the hummingbird) lightly scarred with very slightly lighter flesh tones on her left cheek (my right), and for a moment seems like an upside-down sketch of the NBC peacock logo (which I have not seen in years).

From there, I hear a very discernible sound like “HAUL!” (not the word, just a sound like this). It seems to be a person at first, an odd male voice, perhaps outside near my window in real life (but very unlikely as it seems to be in the center of my mind), but then it seems to be a large black bird. I try to decide if it is an audio distortion in my dream state filtering through the actual vocal sound script, or if it is something actually heard in real life. I hear it again and become almost startled and a bit wary.

Eventually, there seems to be a flash of red inside me (first time ever at this particular level of lucidity - usually it is another version of the “Blue Pearl”) and a sort of design (of a slightly different shade, a little more towards orange) like something representing the sun (as a “primitive” symbol) with a sort of slightly arced sawtooth waveform around the circumference, slanted clockwise and, other than mostly of a solid color, with slight detail of short white lines here and there, some z-shaped, as well as the general outline of the symbol itself (not really like the picture at all, but I have used it anyway here for “mood”), almost as if a child tried to unite a symbol of the sun with one of the ocean (or even a circular swimming pool), but staying orange-red. There is only a sense of a circular roaring fire for a short time, but no actual burning sensations. It seems to be sourced from within my chest.

From there, the usual pain at the base of my back (which I have been having for about a week or more - as the other weird premonitory spasms have finally stopped after over a year) now seems just below my right shoulder (having moved like an energy form of sorts) and I notice the black bird flying from my right (seeming to have “jumped” from my spine), then seeming to shrink (or grow smaller in implied distance, but not correct to scale, as it is still inside the room yet more like the size of a canary) into a yellow cloud or a yellow sky that is only partially open like a miniature portal of sorts. This seems connected very slightly to the dream where my sister had bird-beak-shaped (or “butterfly”/“hourglass”) welts on her body, but only vaguely. I am not sure if this was a negative energy-form leaving me (and the “form” causing all those premonitory spasms for so long), or a part of me going off on a quest, who can say. It is as ambiguous as ever.

This actually distracted me from a completely different intent this session (but I certainly would not call it a non-event or “fail”), but it looks like it is going to be an interesting year.

I had a dream in which I was playing/living in some sort of crossover between Skyrim and Dragon Age. I was both Dovahkiin and Grey Warden, which was brought up repeatedly. Alistair was my companion and had Skyrim behavior (e.g. he would sneak when I would). There was a Skyrim sneaking crosshair. The environment was a cross between Skyrim and the road I used to live on. I was repeatedly attacked by wolves and such. IRL, I am against dogma, and in the dream I had this realization that the wolves were trying to get me to believe their dogma -- that I am their food. Makes sense, actually.

First dream:

Initially - I watched a match of some sort of water-ball with clubs match in a swimming pool - later though - there was supposedly an accident caused by too many people wanting to watch this very match.
Several cars into each other and some 5 people injured.
Ambulances and everything - but in the end - the people were put in regular hospital beds, and rolled over the street to a hospital - where they had to wait in line - and I was watching over them.
One old woman laughed and took out a cigarette and said, how lucky for her and how happy she was to be able to smoke her cigarette like that.
Bit later a physician came - criticized me for not noticing, that they were not hurt (any more..).
But offered me a job, which I declined after the advice from a young female physician coming out to smoke a ciggy too.

(side note: I stopped smoking - I use a vaporizer to apply my nicotine these days - quitting is not easy, don't I know it - but this switch is very easy and no lung cancer etc.. look it up, fellow nicotiners!! Do your health something really good - and the purse, too!)


Second dream:

I was on a holiday - but not so happy with the destination - I remember to later have remembered in the dream a real holiday with a friend of mine from university-times in America - and somehow our driving around so much - from Chicago to Canada per car for example, and camping - was very appealing to me back then in the dream.
I was with a group of people - and first it was sort of a hiking action, very strenuous - and I had to make them wait, so I could go back and fetch warmer clothes - and some searching through things for ages to find something - I seem to really love to dream of searching things..
Maybe that even tipped me off in some way - searching for my group - I suddenly had a lucid moment - RCed - but then found it stupidly, stupidly more important to find them - which I did but lost lucidity on the way..
Later we arrived at night at a cheap-looking tourist market, where tons of knick-knacks were loudly praised and almost pressed on us - to then arrive at a hut with only mattresses on the floor and no electricity. I think, we went to sleep - no FA on offer unfortunately, though - none that I caught at least.


Intro WBTB and hints at third dream:

Since I had this short lucid moment before - I later did a WBTB-try - wanting a WILD.
Partly I could hit myself - partly I really enjoyed it - I got into sexual fantasizing, while still awake - and fell asleep obviously going on with the topic and having a truly amazing dream from it - but I fuu-- ing missed the transition. Or lets say I didn´t care about the transition.
Maybe the closest I came to a WILD...
But definitively the most interesting satisfying and varied dream of this sort I can remember in general.
I suppose the WBTB and stuff brought me this effect - I won´t go into details - but it was a long one - and I sort of had half-lucid clear intentions - to sample as many different partners (all male this time) and "try them out" as were available (lost count..) - and myself. Not ashamed here - but I definitively leave it at what I wrote already.


Fourth dream:

A packet arrived with the post, with a present from a friend of mine in America.
At first - it looked like darts-parts - and lots of them.
I tried to make sense of it - but couldn't.

Then somebody explained to me, what one can do with it.
The main parts were only sticks in etwa the shape and size of knitting needles, metal - and there were tons of small parts - little junctions and rings and stuff from plastic.
It was a super-light-weight construction set for heavy duty climbing use.
With some guys - we constructed it together and they led it up spiralling around a huge, huge tree (small skyscraper-huge).
And the proof how amazing it was, came by a demonstration with leading up animals - there were sheep and dogs and a cow and two zebras and others - they were walking up the construction - some to the very top of the tree.
Sometimes I would like to make optical dream-snapshots - this would be the chief vista of last night for this purpose..
The end conclusion was - this is a perfect tool for breaking into something and causing mischief - or if you had lost your key and wanted to climb into your four-story flat.
And all fit into a handbag when disconnected.

I dream I am driving around the neighborhood of my friend's house. Only the neighborhood looks completely different as well as the house. I sit on the back of a motorcycle as a DC keeps driving past the house. For some reason someone is trying to stop us, so I pull out a revolver and try firing it. Quick pulls of the trigger and no result. I then realize this is one of those old-ass ones you have to pull the hammer back on first. I pull the hammer back and the gun fires when I pull the trigger. We continue to do this for a good five minutes until I decide to go in. Inside my friends are all hanging out. Most of them are on their laptops and tablets however. I look at the time and realize it's 9:30 PM. I need to be home at 10:00. I might as well leave now. I begin to search for a ride and everyone suddenly begins to leave. I stop my friend Matt and ask him for a ride, but he rejects me and leaves. Damn it all. My friend Katie now passes me and goes into the basement of what is apparently her house. I find her Dad, Greg, the most chill man I know in real life. I ask to Greg to drive me, and he says yes. I get ready and rush outside to his Prius. I check the time, and it's 9:45 if I remember properly. Greg now walks to the neighbors house and leaves a large package on the doorstep and rings the bell. What the hell is he doing?! We need to leave now! A young couple now answers the door.
"Did you order some cats sir?" Greg asks. I see the package more clearer now, which is a small cage full of cats.
"What the fuck am I supposed to do with all these cats?!" the man snaps. "
"Fine, I'll take them back then!" Greg says. "Actually, you know what? I'll leave them here."
Greg then turns and leaves the cats behind and gets in his car with me. He starts and we begin to drive. We soon notice that my friend Mike has been in here the whole time. Greg seems to know the way back to my house, so he doesn't ask for directions. We soon take many unfamiliar roads and then I tell Greg it looks like he's going towards my old house, not my current one. He changes course and takes a wrong turn out of a parking lot. He just remains chill as fuck about it all though. The roads we enter are now covered in snow. We pass a speed limit sign reading 25mph(we use miles not kilometers for anyone living outside the US or UK who thinks that's ridiculously low). After a short while we read a speed limit sign reading 80mph. Well that's quite the jump I'd say. Greg now steps hard on the accelerator. I'm very confused by this speed limit sign, I thought Texas was the only state with a speed limit like this, on one road they have. The speed limit now goes up to 85 by the next sign. We now come to a curvy road and Greg speeds up and we lose control and we crash into a tree. We all get out, surprisingly unscathed. I look at the time, which 11:40. I get out and begin shouting at Greg uncontrollably, but he and Mike are just rolling around in the snow laughing their asses off for some reason.
I'm now teleported to the future, where I'm at home in my laptop. I'm typing an email to send to my Dad explaining why I was so late. He then shouts at me to out my laptop away because I'm grounded. I close it as he continues to yell at me. Then I make a mistake, I yell back. We continue fighting and I soon go to my room. There are clothes everywhere in my room, I can't even see the floor. My Dad comes in and shouts at me more until I tell him to leave many times until he finally does. I then realize how out of place this all is, and I become lucid. I begin thinking about what I should do, but I'm at a loss. So I decide I should stabilize the dream. I begun rubbing my hands but they feel like concrete, so I try falling back. I do it two or three times and the dream feels more stable. But I now have a loss of vision and a fucking stupid false awakening. I don't recall any of my dream afterwards until I awake.

I was in Clemson although a large part of my study abroad group was accompanying me. I made a mental note that the school had 10 times as many students as Southwestern. I was trying to use the public transit system to get to the north side of town maybe for a used shoe store. Someone helped me on board, and I only rode the bus one stop. I did not have to pay anything which I thought was awesome. A girl was flirting with me, and I thought this was a good sign of things to come. I guess I went to class or at least received my assignment which required me to go to a certain part of town. I then hopped on another form of transit, sort of trainlike. I rode it quite a ways and then up an escalator. We were nearing the coast, and I was noticing the incredible waves that were crashing on the shore. Quite scary actually. I touched some girl's hand on the railing, and she gave me a very welcoming look. All these ego boosts. I ran into some of my study abroad folks which was nice. I came to the spot where I thought the used shoe store was but they were closed. A lady then said that they were open in fact, so we helped her open the doors and turn on the lights. The selection was underwhelming for most of the people, and everyone filed out. I started walking down the commercial avenues noticing all of the school memorabilia when my bookbag just disappeared. I thought it was strange and could tell that I almost became lucid, but no. Then, in an instant, it reappeared on my back and I resumed my stroll.

OKAY! So, as the title suggests I had a very vivid, weird dream last night.

I was laying in bed at home, and I went through to wake my son (he's 3) up and head into the living room together as we do every morning, but as my son opened the door I saw in the middle of the room's wall (I have a part of the wall that sticks out like a pillar) in the corner, there was a big spider web, it was hanging down and shaped like a loose sack. There was a BIG yellow spider with blue stripes on it, it was the size of two human hands and it was walking around inside it's web-sack thing.

There were two bee's inside it's web-sack and a very big wasp, the size of a human thumb, they were all dead. I ushered my son out of the room and put a DVD on for him to watch while I went to go and wake my partner to go and get rid of the spider.

I laid down next to him and told him about the spider in the living room to which he asked what it looked like; I described it to him and he asked what was inside the web-sack and I told him about the bee's and wasp and he shrugged it off and said it wasn't something he could get rid of as it was too big and I sensed that there was more that he wasn't telling me, like it was dangerous.

So I went back through the hallway and peered through the door, the spider was still there and it seemed to be in a predatory stance. What shocked me was that my mother (who I haven't spoken to or seen in 3 years due to dramatic reasons) was sat on my couch watching the TV and ignoring the spider compleately. I went over to her and sat next to her and I felt like a little girl, I curled into her hugging her arm and asked her to make the spider go away as it scared me; she never once took her eyes off of the TV and told me to ignore it. Then when I looked at it there was what seemed to be a little duckling toy inside the web-sack and the spider was slowly stalking towards it. I feared for the toy and asked my mother why there was a duckling in the web-sack and she just shrugged it off and said that it was a toy and to not worry about it. But I watched and the more I watched the more fearful I felt as I saw the duckling toy shaking, I looked away when the spider was infront of the toy and out of the peripheral vision of my eye I could see the spider attacking the duckling toy; but the toy was letting out this terrified cry for help and it made me cry. I pleaded for my mother to get rid of the Spider as it was hurting the Duckling and she shrugged and said that it was meant to happen. Then she looked at me with accusing eyes and I heard her voice in my head saying "you deserve this too."


I closed my eyes to cry but when I opened my eyes again I was back in bed with my partner laying next to me, shortly after I woke up properly from the dream. I didn't see any spider afterwards and there wasn't one in my living room (thank God!)

But, I was wondering if anyone would have any idea as to what the meaning behind that dream could be? I have some guesses but it upsets me to dwell on that dream for too long lol.

Feel free to share your views on my dream and opinions, they are much appreciated. <3

Yours truly,
Tabbi.

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00:00 Monday 2013-12-30 comp #16 night #18

01:49 bedtime (urgh! bad!)

07:43

1) performance of computer chips. I meet a marketing guy from one company on the street and he rolls out some marketing posters, showing certain companies holding certain spots in the ratings list. I check with the other company that game/performance was not their intended platform.

In a boat with computer scientists, climb up stairs to open upper level for a meeting to discuss the chip performance, there are some big wakes we ride over making the boat rock a lot front to back, I see the water and the waves approaching the boat.

The ships arrives at a place with a whirlpool and a waterfall, they both need to be avoided. I'm in the water. There's a boy in the water, directing our attention to these two dangers to avoid them. (Something weird about berries and chewing these berries and getting them off of your neck). If you avoid the dangers there is a police chase, and the police will always get you. I see an overhead cartoon depiction of a police car chase.

2) my mother is performing a financial audit/full business report of a company. She's comparing the number of employees and expenses versus the goals of the company. She's preparing detailed typewritten reports on large brownish sheest of paper. Her conclusion is that everything is going perfectly well in the company. She's describing the troubles she had producing the large charts in the typewriter, like she at first thought of having to type each letter individually and then having to re-adjust the paper to type the next letter. I see words written in a foreign language as well as English on the report.

3) a company lunch. I see the kitchen where they're cooking. All the food was white. I did not want to eat it. Cheese/chicken sandwiches on white bread, I saw the finished toasted sandwiches piled up waiting to be taken. I wanted to go to a different cateferia for lunch. There was a warning sign posted over a stairwell about how some employees had been talking about a 3rd party company (that specialized in charcoal) and these employees had been overheard discussing confidential information, and the charcoal company was angry. The Japanese CEO of the charcoal company appeared saying something about the history/honor or the company.

F1) last day at work, shook hands with colleages including BI. They were going out for lunch but I had other plans.

4) I was being detained by a big black bald police officer, I'm sitting on a coach in a room full of columns. He won't let me get a drink of water because it's against protocol. There's an annoying little black guy sitting on the couch poking me, I push him. I complain about him and move to the other end of the couch. He puts something in my mouth like a little wafer of ice cream.

Scene in a restaurant where a rich woman is trying to figure out if her (dog can have ice cream?). She's eating lots of cheesecake. I'm sitting on the couch eating ice cream and I put the spoon down on a towel on top of the couch, she comes over, I think she'll be upset about me putting the ice cream on the couch, I pick it up and she says something.

29.12.2013

Naked in front of Julie Chen & 3 other women (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside of a large room with multiple women, and the environment itself seems to give a highly sexual vibe to anyone that's in it. It felt as if any logic to restrain myself was absolved within this environment, especially since the women were naked and were obviously wanting to have sex.

They didn't seem to mind me taking my clothes off, and there were three that seemed very familiar.

• One is an Asian female that looks like Julie Chen from the Talk, and I never had a dream with her before.

• The second is a Hispanic female that I remembered since middle school, and she seems to have a chubbier build than her older self in waking life. She still seemed to have the dark caramel brown hair, and wasn't really attractive whatsoever.

[list][*]The third was an African American female that looked like who I will nickname as Chels. She still has her thick glasses intact and has that awkward facial expression where she looks spaced out and is looking at something/someone for a few more seconds than usual.[/quote]

And then there's one random anime girl with snow white hair that looked like she has a One Piece face format. Chels has her left hand on the side of her hips, and she's looking down on me.

This is where I started to realize I felt that whatever the hell happen before is nothing more than a blurry and hazy memory. I can feel myself bracing my back against a red bed of some sort.

I was going to put some clothes on, but I was distracted by the huge erection that somehow made me afraid of how the women would react. Even though that shouldn't even be a fear, maybe I was worried they would do something to me if I was barely able to string together the ability to perceive what was going on.


I can hear them giggling, mostly from the Hispanic female, and I had a growing fear of her because she's trying to take pictures of me naked. I felt it should've been the other way around, though it would be kind of pointless to shift the gender/sex dynamic since it was just a dream.

I managed to put on some light blue sports pants that resembles the one I wear in waking life before she took a picture down there. Though I felt she was able to get a shot seeing how she was still giggling and holding onto her camera fairly tight.

And with my awkward position of bracing against the bedside on the floor with an erection that would make Viagra a pre-meal warm-up, I started to feel both sensations from dreaming and waking life. And I had the urge to urinate, which made things even more awkward.


Whatever they did to me, and whatever we did in that blurry memory of mine, I guess that many women needed this raging erection apparently. The girl with the snow white hair was someone that seemed to randomly exist, and I can't recall her naked at all.

All I could recall was her static facial expression of looking the other way with her mouth open and eyes wide open.


First time in a few months where I naturally woke up to a REM stiffy.

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29.12.2013

Economy Class and Telling About my Previous Experiences (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This classroom felt like the AP Economy class I had with the younger teacher that was a Baseball coach during my senior year in High School. The class was pretty active, and there seemed to be a lot of group activities going on for a particular project.

There was a book in front of me, and there was a red bar on the top section of the pages. There was black colored text and the the book itself seemed to have a wealth of information, though that kind of overwhelmed me at the time seeing how I was still trying to get used to the environment and the dream characters surrounding me.

I'm sitting a wide table, and I noticed the Economy AP teacher is paying attention to me and the others. He definitely has a different demeanor compared to his more quiet and reserved type in class. It kind of freaked me out that this guy was this engaging to his students in a positive manner and with a smile on his face.

Definitely had to be dreaming if there wasn't going to be anything else other than that huge contrast in his behavior. Everyone seemed to be interested in my previous experiences with the other High Schools.

I went on to tell them in a joking manner of how things would be much harder because I would finish everything all in one night, and then end up stressing out. There was a girl that looked like Sara/Sarah/or whatever she called herself (side note: the one that was preppy)

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29.12.2013

Trying to Avoid Rebecca Chambers (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm sitting in a hallway with a random dream character that looks like your classic shady individual with a dark gray coat, black top hat, and black sunglasses.

I'm sitting on the opposite side from him, and I'm not too aware of what was actually being discussed. I sensed that someone was coming after me, and was able to shift perspective into a spectator mode and looked over the shoulder of the entity.

She looked like Rebecca Chambers from Resident Evil 0, and she's coming over with a gun. I believe she was wearing her default costume, or maybe a dark gray and black version of it.

I think the flooring had a few inches of water, though it could just be the reflection from the glass roofs that made me imply that.

The dream starts to shift where the roles are switched where I'm the one coming after her while she's sitting down with someone. The dream gets too confusion to conceptualize at this point, and I can't recall what happens after.

I thought I posted this already in my DJ but I don't see it... From Christmas Morning!

12/25/13 quick excerpt: I was driving down the street and I saw my friend M from A outside his garage. I stop to say hi and he is telling me about something he invited me to recently. I look around I notice there are a lot of people there and it is a party. I don't think much of this at first but then I see my aunt L and D and at first I think he must've met them before but wait a minute what are they doing here they are hundreds of miles away I am dreaming! Almost immediately I think of my goal, the next task for the competition, mass telekinesis and I teleport out of there thinking about a cityscape. I am fairly sure I closed my eyes Boss style. Either way I went from a day time scene in a town a good ways away from the city over to a moonlight scene and some version of a city. There were only two large skyscrapers at first and a green patch of grass in between & in front of them. It all seems a little fuzzy or cloudy so I get down on my hands and knees and feel the grass to stabilize it feels so nice and cool that I almost was tempted to lay n roll around in it but no I got back up and proceeded with my task I used to telekinesis to pick up one skyscraper and throw it into the other. Awesome!!! I fly over to another group of buildings and I see quite a few more I threw a couple of them together with telekinesis. I stop and think about my next goal, Scionox would like it and it was starting to work but then I started fading back to bed. Felt I could definitely re-enter a dream but I feel my wife next to me and switch priorities which turned out nice. Also had to get going with Christmas activities.

I am slowly warming up my ld muscles once again. Lucky for me I recently had success of which I will share in this post. I always wonder if i will get it back after being away(from ld) for a while. I am awake and going back to bed(intention to wake and be lucid when I dream) and as I relax for no more than a couple of minutes I notice myself still awake looking through the crack of my eye at a wall. Are my eyes cracked open...no but they must be because I see this wall. The texture is very clear goldish yellow wall with fine detailed texture markings. I can tell my eyes are definitely completely closed. I'm lucid! sort of...very simple. I just see a crack and a wall but I'm definitely wide awake. I relish in my success and I study the detail my mind has created while I am wide awake..looking at a wall with fine detail with my eyes completely closed and my dream eye cracked open..looking at this wall. cool. I feel happy I have accomplished this. It means the good stuff is right around the corner again.

Hello DV. The Dreaming Dead will be a new series of dreams I'm having. In the past two weeks I've had three zombie dreams. I do not recall them all very well so Chapters 1-3 will be one DJ entry. So I figure I'll keep this as a rolling series of dreams if they continue.

Chapter I: The Beginning

I dream that the zombie apocalypse has begun. Everywhere we go there are walkers all around our group. The only two people I recall being there are my friends Matt and Zaine. Together we fight our way through the city and eventually reach our friend Connor's house. He is not there, and the zombies are coming in the house. We may get overran soon. I now draw the large sword I have been using and continue to fight. I slice several zombies' heads off until one grabs a hold of me. I try hard to cut him but I can't seem to do so. He scratches my face and I finally break free and decapitate the walker. I feel my right cheek, where there is now I very small scratch. It can't be. No, not like this. I turn to my friend Zaine and show him. I look at my right index finger, which is covered with blood.
"That sucks," Zaine says.
I decide I must continue fighting. I cut off many more zombies' heads in a rage of vengeance for myself. If I'm going down then so are these assholes. I now see my dog come up the stairs and see he has been zombified. I begin to cry but realize what must be done, and I put him out of his misery. Forgive me my old friend. That is all I remember.

Chapter II: Supply Run

This dream takes place several days later (real life time). This one I recall less of than the first. I assume my scratch wound has either healed or not yet affected myself. Perhaps scratches don't make you turn like in most zombie situations. If this is true, than thank God for that. I dream my group is making a run into town at night for supplies. What could go wrong right? I don't recall most of the events, other than things did go wrong and we became overrun by walkers. Eventually I get away and run into the parking lot where my Dad's GMC Envoy is parked. I get in and quickly drive away. As I drive home I drive on a road that is on the water with no guard rails, and hardly any shoulder. This makes me quite nervous. I see the speed limit is 55, and even though there is no government I oblige the sign either way. This makes me more nervous seeing as the water is so dangerously close. I finally make it back to our hideout, where things go wrong very quickly. I notice the walkers are overrunning our house. I get out to rush to the house where the rest of the group is running to get inside. I run up the stairs to the house past my friend Frankie, who trips going up the stairs. She is then grabbed by the walkers and taken away. A terrible and disturbing sight, but we must go on. We get into the house and remain safe until I awake.

Chapter III: A Break in the Storm

The third dream happened a couple nights ago, and this one I remember the least of, and it was the most uneventful one sadly. Our group now resides in my friend Branson's home. We are seeing a break in the zombie attacks recently. Outside I notice a few walkers, but no sign of immediate danger. So inside, my friend Corey makes us a wonderful meal and we feast like kings. That's all I remember. Short and disappointing, right?

Stay tuned for Chapter IV, if I have another zombie dream.