Bedtime too late + too much arguing on FB right before bed + too late dinner = weak recall conclusion: GET TO BED BEFORE MIDNIGHT. 22:30-23:00 preferable. GET OFF OF THE COMPUTER SEVERAL HOURS BEFORE BED Stop arguing on Facebook. It's like teaching a pig to sing: it just wastes your time, and annoys the pig (Mark Twain). Take time to calm the mind. At least I slept a pretty solid almost 8 hours. Bedtime: 00:20 final Wake: 08:00 + earlier very active dreams, lots of people [DS] busily doing various tasks, details forgotten + in a large, rectangular exercise room, I'm at the entrance on a long wall, my son and a woman on the opposite wall right corner from me, on their stomachs, doing very high back bends. Their upper torsos and arms are raised high in the air, they're amazed themselves, and say that there is (some force?) aiding their ability to do this high back bends so easily. I try myself, I enter the room, turn to face where I entered, and showed that I was able to also do very high back bend, without the aid of this force. I tell them to come over to me and the other corner and to try there (they do?). I go to the corner where they were and do another high back bend, I do not see the difference and think there is probably no force. A woman clerk comes up to me and is perplexed about the backbend force, and then the topic becomes something about cosmetic products on a shelf (?)
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP Watching a lady walking out from what seems to be a school, with her kid by her hand. She is surprised by two guys and a woman, heavily armed, asking for the kid. They are sent by her ex who wants custody of the kid. But she is also armed and she points the gun at them. They outnumber her, so they keep coming closer and she decides pointing at the kid and threaten to kill him. She would never hurt him and they kinda know that, but nobody wants to risk it. So she manages to get into her car, a convertible, and get away. But the other woman put a tracker on it and they chase her down. The place is some historical town reminding me of Malta, with stone houses and narrow streets. When they get to a one-way street that has a wall and the sea beneath it, they throw some device into the convertible which attaches strongly to the car and then shoots a sort of parachute that makes the car take off in the air and fly over the water. It eventually falls in the water and the woman tries to bring her kid to safety by swimming and pushing him over a cement platform with access back to the street, but she is then surprised by a large shark passing right under her. She climbs to another cement structure that is mostly submerged and not connected to land. Then some other pre-historical animal, looking like a dinosaur, comes out of the water and heads towards the kid. In despair, she takes her chances with the shark and swims to shore. She reaches her kid on time, but actually just because the animal never actually meant to attack and just sat on the ground, a couple meters from them. Then they have to escape the kidnappers and I don't know exactly how they do it, but I think the locals help and also provide them shelter and food. I then become her and the kid is not a kid anymore but instead I am with Riverstone and Tânia. The villagers take us up a mountain path, to some camp where they say we will be safe. It's quite hard to climb and it is also a bit of a stormy weather, but we are managing. Once up there they say there is no bathroom up on camp site and if we need it, it is all the way down that path again. I find that highly inconvenient. As we sit at a table with them for a meal, a huge lightning storm surrounds us and I say I wanna go check something. Then suddenly I am at an alternative version of my mom's house and closing all the windows and balconies to protect from the storm. My cat Yéti is in one of the balconies and doesn't want to come inside. Two times he evades me and goes back to the balcony, but I end up bringing him to the living room and shut the doors. I want all my pets to be safe inside, so I also go get all the dogs from outside. At some building like a hostel or a rental with shared rooms. I am staying here temporarily, but Clara is living here with other friends. I am going out, and I want to leave my cat Ginga in my room, but she is hanging out with other cats in a shared room. I don't feel comfortable, because someone might not be careful and let her out to the other areas of the building. But Clara tries to convince me to trust. So I just check all the windows to see if they are well shut and I find one that has a small opening covered by a fragile plaque that can be easily blown by the wind. After attempts to reinforce it, I just give up and trust that it is high enough the cats can't reach. I then head to ground floor to go out. I also spot some issues with the front door, some broken glass near the floor that I feel compelled to fix, because the cats might also escape through it and that makes me nervous. While I attempt to block it, some group of people heavily armed is coming my way. I recognize their leader, some sexy villain guy who wanted me for him some time ago. Have no idea what they want, but I lock the door and try to block it for them. I head for the elevators but the elevators are not working. Meanwhile, those people break in very easily and I only have time to head for the basement. But they see me and go after me. The basement is full of furniture and appliances, really elegant and expensive stuff. Even they are surprised and mention to each other this will turn out to be a nice extra loot. I am crawling behind the furniture and they are trying to find me. The guy who knows me tries to convince to come out by saying he missed me and that I look so fine and he really wants me and I can come out and surrender because he will never harm me. I almost feel like falling for it, because I have a weak spot for him, but then I spot one of those small service elevators for sending up food and I sneak inside it. I wanna go up and warn everybody. The bad guys get really pissed when they realize what I did. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯
bedtime ~ 00:15 (too late!) final waking: ~08:20 Failed WILD from 4 to ~6 hours after bedtime disrupted REM and sleep rhythm, resulting in low awareness, fragmented, short dreams when I finally did manage to get back to sleep (approx ~6 to 8 hours) Felt sufficiently drowsy, but spent too long thinking about overly-stimulating thoughts/dream goals. Once or twice got to hypnagogic imagery (a bright orange fire in the distance). Had to focus 100% on prolonged total mind and body relaxation in order to sleep, had to turn over several times because of arms going a bit numb + Playing indoor soccer with another woman against the Queen of England, using a transparent beach ball containing some papers, the other woman is hogging the ball, I get a couple of kicks and finally score a goal + My fiance and I are eating some baked goods in the kitchen, I see some more on the counter and reach for it, but she doesn't want me to eat it + My cousins are holding a crafts workshop, it's a sort of race building things out of large-sized double-tipped cotton ear swabs on a mini-loom-contraption, I have to use it right-handed so will probably lose + [f] I kick a soccer ball, it goes straight, I think about kicking technique and ball angle, I think I made a pretty good shot + observing a football play, the offensive quarterback is fumbling/juggling the football, then heads backwards into tall grass to hide [goes into hospital beyond grass?] + friend is selling time-limited internet access coupons on the side of the road, there are several foreign customers paying foreign currency, one buys one coupon, another buys a handful, I think this is a surprisingly profitable business + inside a room, there is a row of work booths with lower and upper levels, I think there is not much room inside, you can't stand up in them
One of those fabulous "overflow" dreaming nights -- hard to remember it all, including a long, vivid, epic non-lucid! My first since my return to full-on practice, and a really big motivation boost! ~100ml champagne brut before bed 2 ice cream bars (1 of them an it's-it style cookie ice cream sandwich) No supplements, sniffed some lavender essential oil bedtime ~23:00 final waking: 09:23 [early] + giving a shot to my (fiance?) [mid ] + in my bedroom in CH at night, standing at the windows, there is a fire burning in a "fire pit" placed outside the windows on the side of the house, I see the flames, the smoke is entering the room though cracks in the old wooden window frames. My mother is lying on the bed closer to the door, I ask her about the cost of installing the fire pit, she answers "1 12." I say that "I don't know what that means, does that mean 1/12th the cost of a 'normal installation?' Did it cost $100,000? $50,000? $20,000?" + [epic, long, vivid] Saga of the neighbor woman: I'm lying on (my?) lawn outdoors on a suburban street with my head facing the sidewalk which runs left to right (with a friend to the left?). Daytime (not very bright but not night). A woman with a small child/boy walk from left to right by us. Then (I think) the same woman with the boy walks from right to left heading in front of us again, and I mention to my friend, "Oh, there's that boy again." Right away, the woman gets down right in front of my face and asks very aggressively, "What do you mean, 'there's that boy...again'!?!?" I'm a bit flustered by her aggression and try to explain I just meant that I recognized the boy from earlier. We're walking with this woman to her house which is up the street a little ways. As we approach the entrance, I study the architecture of the house, note the dark stained wooden shingles lining the walls, and recognize this as a feature of many houses in B, and mention this. I'm describing all the feature of the house as we enter. There seems to be a party going on, the house is full of people. I say that this is another typical feature, that these houses are full of hippies smoking marijuana. The guys look very hippy-ish with long bushy beards, they're all young, in their early 20's. I see the guy who I think is the husband of the woman. We're in a room with the husband, his friends, and we're playing music. I'm thinking about singing something [details forgotten]. Wandering around the house, I notice a guy entering a room from a small courtyard, and I think this is a bathroom and the house has the bathroom entrance from the outside. Inside a large living room of the house, it's night, and everyone is preparing to go to sleep. The room is fully of the young hippy people, men and women. There are no real beds, but everybody is gathering blankets (plaid?) and pillows and settling down on the ground and on couches for the night. The woman is one of the people on the bed, and (the protagonist, who is no longer me?) is shuffling the people trying to get in to position to lie next to her. Everybody on that long couch is lying parallel to each other, packed really tightly. I'm up on the roof of the house. All the roofs of neighboring houses are all located back to back next to each other, heading off into the horizon. They are colored light pastels: pinks, blues. People are in hot tubs on the top of the house, and they're talking very aggressively towards me [DS, I guess!]. I threaten them that I will pour the hot tub water down into their houses if they don't back off. This doesn't work and the kids from the hot tubs pursue me. I get back to the ground level and the kids are ganging up on me, throwing what looks like large Pop-Tarts at me. I am wondering if I should pick these things up and eat them! I'm on the street corner down at the end of the street. I'm doing tricks on a long skateboard with multiple trucks on it. It's raining. There's another guy on the other corner also doing tricks, and he sort of gets in my way. In a courtyard amongst buildings outside the woman's house, there is a big show, a young man is unveiling a massive (cubic meter sized) drone/robot/missile/thing made out of legos. He takes the thing take off and it looks like a missile, but it rapidly is transforming its shape as it swoops up and down and flies all around us at high speed, it is very impressive. Then the guy, since he's "against me" [DS], as a grand finale, flies the drone right at me and it hits me square in the face, since it's made of lego it doesn't hurt, it all falls to the ground in pieces around me. To show my disdain for this attack, I stomp on the pieces of the drone, completely breaking it so it can never fly again. In a pool outside the house, like a community pool. It is packed with people, and it is night/dark outside. In the distance, up a hill, I see the neighbor woman sitting on a chair. I sense and see that there are some guards (female) who are looking at me suspiciously from around a corner. I'm trying to avoid them seeing me [DS], I think they know that I'm not allowed to be here since I'm not a resident. There is a small boy pressing closely up against me from the right. His face is right up against mine, the view of his face is a bit out of focus, he's saying something (which I didn't understand?) and I detect the strong smell of alcohol coming from his mouth. The pool if very shallow (like a wading pool) and I'm moving about trying to stay out of view of the guards. Back in the hippy/woman house, the woman is there, me, and a few guys. I'm looking intently at the walls and ceiling of the house, which in almost every room has been stripped to the wall boards. I think that this is a tradition in this house: since the levels between the floors are so thick with so much material, the residents periodically strip down the walls /ceilings to the boards then add their decorations. In this case, the protagonist (not me, not here with us now) is planning to make a massive mural of the Great Wall of China all throughout the house (as a tribute to the woman?). I'm wondering and say, this will probably take many years, and you guys here with me, and the woman, may have already long graduated and left by the time the mural is finished. I can see the details of the wall boards and ceiling, and am studying these intently from room to room. [after recalling for about 10-15 minutes, time is 05:23] [later] + Standing with others (late wife? PaZi?) observing the hamsters (guinea pigs?) in their cage. The animals themselves are not seen. I notice the galvanized colored wire fencing that runs floor to ceiling around the cage. The openings in the fencing are about 1/2-inch squares. I notice the grey concrete floor of the cage, and notice that the poops have been neatly swept to one corner. The owner goes to throw in the food to feed the animals, using a long pole. I'm disappointed because I was hoping she'd open the fencing and we'd be able to interact with the animals. But I see they're very aggressive, they are a dark blur as they vigorously attack the pile of food. I notice that I've feeling something in my pants. I realized I've pooped in my pants, and I'm in a panic about this. I don't understand how this could have happened without me knowing. I wonder if the others can smell it (I don't)? I quickly move down the hallways on my way to the bathroom. I'm going to have to strip and wash everything and put it back on. I'm turning corners at right angles, always turning left. I enter a large-ish room there there is an Audi car parked. The driver is in the car and is moving to exit the room out of the entrance from which I entered. There is a wall/divider in the middle of the room, and I am moving to keep myself on the other side of the divider from the car and the driver, so he does not see me [DS]. As the car moves forwards, I change my position to remain unseen across the divider. I enter a long corridor on the way to the bathroom, and encounter a lot of (my? ours) clothes strewn about the floor very messily. I'm picking up pants, shirts, etc. as I go. I think about the notion of always wanting your kids to return home at any time to do laundry, etc. even when they're grown up. [waking] + Outside, near a train, out group is getting ready for a trip. I move to the back of the train but the way is blocked because the train is backed up completely against (a car?) behind it. I push the train, hoping to get it to move enough to let me get past, and am a bit surprised that it moves, I think there must have been some "slack" between the cars of the train or I never would have been able to move it. I open the high back window of the end of the train car to check the coal levels -- I discover that the coal compartment is not fully loaded up to the ceiling, like it should be. A group gathers to discuss this situation. I'm wondering how we're going to get this compartment filled -- will we have to order a coal cart to some here and shovel it in ourselves? I reach in and pick up a piece of the hard, black, rough-edged coal, about the size of a BBQ charcoal briquette, and put it back in. [waking] + arrive to pick up my instrument from the storage locker while the concert is beginning, the storage area has a clear door [DS](?). I think I've picked up a delivery just previously to this one from a storage container. I reach in and pick up my instrument case, and take it out, showing it to the people around. I look down and see a red-colored case through the case cover, and then I see that the case is opened and what I'm seeing is the red wood coloring of my instrument. I put the case carefully down on the ground and make sure that all the pieces are there and not falling out. I wonder if I am going to need to grab a fold-up music stand as well to use for the concert. The orchestra is already playing while I'm still setting up. I move to a closet (with white pillows/linens?) with a percussionist. He's talking about how he's going to know where his entrances are. I try repeatedly to say "you just need to learn the *context* of your entrances from the rehearsals", but every time I try to say something he keeps butting in and interrupting me. He eventually says what I wanted to say all along. Back in the chamber (darkened) with the musicians, they're announcing recognition awards. They announce my name, badly mispronouncing the final syllable of my last name. I say "What!?" and think the conductor very well knows the proper pronunciation of my name. I go to sit among the musicians, and sit there a while where more musicians are recognized. The ones called move through a curtain behind the orchestra. I'm sitting there a while then someone says I should go there, too, to be with the other recognized musicians. I move through the curtain. A group of the young musicians are mulling around, I'm wondering what we're supposed to do next. Some of them are lying on the ground at my feet to my right. A young lying (woman?) reaches up and takes my right hand in hers. I keep the contact, holding her hand, and looking down at her as I move a few steps forwards.
i see someone walking in a neighborhood then i close my eyes then i see a man holding pills that offer me sum hey says hey young man do you want to know what it like to dream in someone else mind im baffled because the dream is that someone else mind i go up to the man where he rises like a angel then start dropping ecstasy from the sky i was close enough to see the texture of his hand before he began flight his body white and blue sticky dots sweating in the palm of his hand brody brody i hear my friend start talking and there cake up on snacks in the pantry they start to get entice i see a boy dress like superman saying racist remarks as he jumps out of a pipe into a burning volcano the volcano didn't explode then in the distance you see a cyclops towering over the mountain where i see a crisp orange soda being drunk this is where i see a stranger that give me acid and then i see a bunch of people with there eyeballs in the sink a demigod appears where he say the only dream you have is people offer you drugs my lucidity starts to fade i try to get higher in my lucid dream i see a revolving world where i throw a blunt a khole kardashian and see holly madison in a pink jump suit while in virtual reality
My work has me doing retarded schedules. sleep was erratic. but somehow got more dreams. Jamie 1 She was driving her car past me... She seemed to be pissed at me?!!?!?? Hard to tell with her sometimes. Jamie 2 She was happy in this dream and smiling at me? Wish my good dreams of her were longer. Other dreams i can't recall right now. Dexter Had a dream about the Showtime Show character: Dexter. (A serial killer who only kills serial killers or other really bad people). In the dream I was him? I was stalking someone bad from where I work. Was planning to kill him. I was outside his living room window peering in at night. I couldn't get to him without causing a scene. I somehow made a copy of myself? (natural lucid ability???) And told my double to break in while I distract him. The window was open so I called my target over. Just had minimal chit chat when my double was walking by the living room. When the man wasn't looking I motioned the other me over. He went and knocked out the target. That's all I remember. Crazy I remember being in a large town. I remember driving at night for a bit trying to find something. Wound up outside a gated area with a bunch of people. Reminded me of the Sanctuary districts from that time travel episode of DS9 where all the homeless and undesirables are just hauled into ghettos. I enter one but I made sure I bought myself lots of food before entering. I went in with a group and lost touch with them. They stole all my food and belongings and disappeared into a large crowded area. Spent hours running up and down streets looking for them, and also into buildings. Somehow rewound the dream. I made sure to stay on top of my group to make sure i didn't lose all my things. But as I followed them trying to be in their group, they formed a tight circle and ran into the crowd again. I gave up and there was an empty hill nearby so I hung out there. At the top of the hill There was a large red ceramic or metal thing being used as something like a swing. Some blond girl was on top of it. I was under it but thought it was going to crush me. So i went out from under it. Dream fades.
comment dream lucid After a week with my new Fitbit, I evaluated my sleep patterns (which is how it should be used rather than obsessing about specific data… a note to myself) and completely changed my strategy for the night. Simply, instead of focusing on the 6th-8th hour of sleep, I decided to focus on the 1st REM period and then on the 4th-6th hour - parts of my sleep that aren’t completely messed up yet. So, the idea was an auto-shutoff alarm (vibrations only, 1 second… this wakes me up most of the time but doesn’t wake my husband) for the 1st REM period (fail, I wasn’t dreaming, light sleep only) and the second alarm for WBTB after 4 hours of sleep. I had problems staying awake… only did a quick MILD. Then a lot of really good dreaming. On and off, with a couple of very short awakenings. Awakening again, from a NLD. Time for a LD. I use the “I am dreaming” mantra but only manage to say it twice... I am standing on a cliff, on the edge of some deep cwm (amphitheater-like glacial valley). It could be Snowdonia, but it looks a bit wilder, maybe the Scottish Highlands. Some of the slopes are grass and gravel, some steep rocks. I remember my plan to fly. This is a great place to fly. And it's a dream, right, so I can fly, right? I look around again and the sub-optimal vividness makes it obvious. It's that weird part of the day that only exists in some lucid dreams - too dark to be day, too light to be night, but it's also nothing in between... more like both night and day combined. I jump off the cliff and want to fly. But I'm wearing a nightgown that completely blocks my movement like a straitjacket, so I can't spread my arms and I am losing altitude. In-flight, I take off my nightgown and throw it away. I'm naked now, but who cares here. I've lost too much height and I land softly on the ground. I notice I still have some stupid slippers on and I take them off too and throw them away. Ahead of me is a rockface and some large boulders, I see a cave at its base. I feel drawn to it. But I tell myself no, the plan is to fly, I can come back here later. I jump up twice. During the third jump, I remember my mini-goal - to look at the night sky, so I do a backflip and look up. There are little swirls everywhere. I focus more, wanting to see some space objects, and I see little planets with rings. Cool. I'm slowly floating on my back, looking at it in awe. I get down on the ground again, really tempted by the cave, but I'm not sure if it's still there. I remember the permanence schema - it's always been there, and surely, it's still there. I turn around and the cave is where expected, I walk towards it. There's a person I “recognize” as my companion inside. He has my discarded clothes and some camping gear. I can't fit in there with him inside, so I leave it to him. I want to try flying again. But as soon as I turn and walk away from him, the dream fades. After awakening, I regret not taking time to stabilize or to try to increase vividity. I was a bit like a kid in a candy shop there. Technique-wise, I am not sure, what it was. DEILD? I wasn't completely lucid from the first second, but I still had the self-awareness carried on from the micro-awakening. I know that the awakening happened in the middle of the REM period, so perfect timing. There is also a possibility of the awakening being a FA.
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i was in a lucid dream where when my dream hand became lucid i was holding a weed bag and playing video games the first game was venom on soul caliber in a arcade with good friends then im in apartment where bags of weed are just floating and then i grab a game controller i really don't know how the game plays or because im in a lucid dream i see a asian man that bend over to the curb by the street then offers me water i take the water then i teleport in a club where people where flying and having sex and the bodies were out of there bodies i try to manipulate the dream reflection by meditating in my dream then i see a person at a table with sword and bong i struggle to stay up i lose lucidity then im in this game alien world where the atmosphere of the dream world played like a virtual reality in reality i fall out a upper vent then some wires were hanging then im with a blue chaos sword fighting some snow enemies the enemies of snow get slain then the dream ends im at a hotel door where a girl open the door and that was the end of the dream
24th August 2021 Fragment: At a place outside. It's sunny, looks a bit like my native country. Sort of dry grass and possibly some forest in the distance. I'm at or near some old concrete slabs, partially covered by dirt, sand and grass. There's a very tidy and organised minefield in a certain direction, that I'm aware of. It follows a square grid pattern. Other people are nearby but I forget who. Fragment: A bit like our home here. Some kind of mechanism and wooden surfaces that move on a single axis. They have metal sockets and plugs that allow them to interconnect vertically. Then outside, at the back. I hold a thin piece of 2x2 Lego plate towards H, who's in our yard just over the wall. There's some kind of visible electromagnetic flow between the Lego piece and something H is holding. Now the Lego displays an amperage reading on its top face, and I show H while also making some comment about it. Then I remain on the bit outside of our back yard. This area is different from how it should be, it feels more open and more natural. I forget what I'm doing but I know that H is putting up an old silver-coloured plastic TV at the back, it has something to do with conclusions we drew on before because of the EM flow. Some neighbour from the house right next to ours (but not actually), the one on the left if I'm looking from the back, he talks to us and says something about a party game and wishing there were players, or something? We invite them to play, I think. Then I'm like in some kind of Sims game (the party game) but the scale of the property grid is reduced and simplified. I wake up around this point, after I've built some simple house walls in the game. 25th August 2021 Initial recall was good but I didn't bother with making initial notes. Scraps: Something about a school or university, and learning.
I’m in a building that seems to be part of a university campus, heading for the top floor, which is where I have to go to retrieve my renewed passport and some other visa documents. But as I look through the doorway, into the large, open room where I have to go, I see two knights on horseback riding around – a pair of enemies that seem to have spawned here. They’re wearing head-to-foot armor of a bronzey-gold color and carrying lances, and the horses are white. I’m reluctant to go in, as I have just defeated another pair of these guys – although those were a black and ghostly variety, and these ones will be even tougher and therefore even more of a nuisance. I just can’t be bothered right now. And since I’m not in a particular hurry, I figure I’ll just come back for the papers later. I head back down, taking the stairs rather than the elevator, as it is inevitable that if I get on, they will too. As I descend, though, I hear people talking – but it’s rather vague, more like a combination of thinking and of overhearing conversations. I hear people talking about how many people have been faking their passports, and when you open them up, they’re empty on the inside. But mine is real – and actually, that’s something I shouldn’t be taking for granted. Somehow, what I am hearing has changed my mind: I head back up again and walk into the room. There’s only one of the knights now, and he’s holding my papers. I walk up to him and grab them. Contrary to expectations, a fight does not commence, and so I take the papers to another part of the room to look through them. My renewed passport is there, and it already has an approved visa in it. This is something I applied for previously, which required going through quite a bit of red tape – entrance to a country that seems to be located somewhere in Central Asia. 23.8.21
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP At some huge event. Among the guests there is even a prince with his fiancé and everyone is clapping for them when they arrive. I watch it all from a very detached perspective, feeling very sad. Then recall it's because my own fiancé is away, he is always away and my heart aches for missing him. Then a couple body guards rush to me and take me up a staircase saying we have to evacuate and I ask why and they don't say, but soon after we are hit by a torrent of water and dragged down. We struggle to hold on to each other. I hold hands with one of the guards and there is another one a bit more distant who also grabbed a couple more people. I try grabbing them and make a chain, trying to keep us all together. I feel we might drown, the current is so strong, that my thoughts race through my mind. I remember clearly I don't actually love this rich fiancé I don't even know, but someone else. I get semi lucid and recognize this isn't my real life. The water finally starts subsiding after it dragged us downhill for quite a while and we reached the river Tagus. In the aftermath of this flashflood, I realize we are in Lisbon. We don't know the origin of this flash flood because it hand't rained, but I fear another torrent might come at any moment and tell the people around we should go back to higher ground. But they are all against it and wish to remain by the river. I am then in the 1900s, I am a very poor girl with very poor friends in a village. We hang out and we steal or whatever necessary to survive another day. We know of a guy who hides something valuable, like a drug he trades, inside a closet hanging inside a coat on a hanger and not in the safety of his home, but at some public place like a club he attends. So we sneak in and steal it.Then it is lunch time and we are about to heat up some food to eat. We just gather some dry leaves and twigs and start a small fire in the middle of a quiet street in a poor neighborhood, where that's normal and other people do as well. We share a meal and say jokes. I am hald lucid and know this is a dream, so I feel like we aren't actually any different from us in 2020, we just have different jobs and different tech, but the rest feels very much the same. We meet a well-off couple from the big city, they do something in the "medicinal" area and they come to buy our drugs, but they like very much the looks of one of my friends. He is pretty good looking with blonde air and a manly face. They offer him a job as some kind of PR or salesman. They think he will be an asset to them because of his looks, after they train him and clothe him. We are very happy for him and he promises to help us out and maybe bring us to the big city with him when he is settled and affords to rent a house.
23rd August 2021 Fragment: Meeting L, mom's old friend from teaching. We're in the ramped bit going out of the cul-de-sac just in front of home. She comments that she taking some interest in me. I comment that it's nice for someone to take interest in you and she agrees. T is with us and it feels more cramped than it should feel, even considering this bit of pavement isn't that wide; it seems smaller than it should actually be and I think there's some clutter nearby too. (gap) Seeing T's room, it's a bit Japanese in style and actually quite big. Apparently it's his own flat. Notes: - Rest of recall was gone as I woke up to the sound of the doorbell being rung many times within a second or two. I got up from bed and went to check, nothing. I ended up concluding that it must have only been some kind of hypnogogic hallucination from still being sleepy, it wasn't a false awakening and there are no pranksters in the street, plus it would be way too early for it. - I'm not entirely sure what could have brought on L as a dream character, I'm also not sure whether she's ever appeared before or not.
19th August 2021 Away from home at the time. Scraps: Something about a big drill at the tail end of a dream before waking. Before that, something more adventure-like. Another bit about S and A. But S was implied to have died and A was having a conversation with me, telling me all of this. In that moment I realise that was why we hadn't had any contact with her for a long time. 21st August 2021 Recall was good at first and dreaming presence was very decent too, lots of dreaming overall, but I was unable to write any recall down initially and it was left too long by the time I had another chance, meaning almost all detail was gone. Scraps: Something about dreaming and art. Last bit just before waking, I'm doing something charitable for someone. I'm somewhere like in Scotland and I remember moving around a fair bit. (in what way?) Notes: - I cannot know whether my dream realisation about A's husband has any truth or not, since we still haven't spoken. Sadly it's been years since we last spoke. - Dreaming about dreaming and art probably relates to some of the long-term lucid goals I have. - I'm not sure if I was still away on the 21st or not, possibly just after I had been. - I just realised while typing this DJ entry title that our host's husband passed away some years ago, perhaps this was what brought on the dream about A's husband, in some way.
16th August 2021 Left recall too long. Some in-line notes. Scraps: Some bit that initially takes place underwater but then it becomes more space-like, in a seamless way. RT messaging me on Discord. (but about what?) 17th August 2021 Fragment: (near the middle of a dream) I'm in some kind of space station (implied) but it's also like a hotel. A character that looks like Major Kira (DS9) lives here but some other characters she knows are unaware (of the fact that she lives here?). Something fast-paced is taking place. There was something else relating to me, but details gone. (some later segment) Outside at some ruins. It's dusk or something alike. There's a forest, maybe a pine forest. (I'm vaguely reminded of Hunger Games scenery, which I think at the time of this dream I saw MoonageDaydream had mentioned somewhere). I'm in a party group with MoonageDaydream and a random dream character. Moonage is separate from us at first, but then she comes to find us when I spot two solid chests (WoW) and tell the group to roll for the chests. I pass on rolling; I see the random DC's roll in a chat log. Another three-person group approaches us. They take one of the chests, which I find annoying; I don't think we can do anything about it because they're not hostile. I think we guard the other chest until Moonage arrives, because it would be hers to loot I think. (On waking I realised it would have been a better option to open the chest without auto-looting and keeping it open until she got there) (When I first spot the chests I think I wonder why I didn't have my treasure finding racial on. And all of this segment took place in first person but with UI elements present.)
14th August 2021 Had several long dreams but recall became very fragmented. Fragment: In a tower or castle of sorts. I have a position of power or influence, but whenever I try to get anything done find that my position is just a facade and a farce. At some point I'm in a treasure room of sorts. There are illuminated displays (did I mean display pedestals/stands?). Then another bit, something about a sword in water, in a sea but nearer the coast. Looks a bit like Azshara. The sword is unique in some way and belonged to a female character? Notes: - I think the sword thing and possibly female character may relate to thinking of conversations I'd had with OccipitalRed. The dream theme reminds me of some medieval trope (Warcraft is a medieval-style fantasy too) and the water/sea most likely relate to their non-conscious symbolic aspects. -- Interestingly I associate Azshara both with the land of that name and with female Naga in general. There's a lot of close associative linking going on here. - At the time of the dream, the position I had in the dream seemed relevant to something relating to waking life, but I cannot recall what anymore.
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