Side-note Third-person Dreamsign The documentary I see a couple of people on a mountain trail. The trail itself is has a good slope; on one side is a steep incline up, and on the other side is a dropoff. Up-hill is fairly barren, but the valley below them is very green. It's a man and woman; they're fairly plain, wearing generic exploring / hiking clothing. They're near some kind of broken-down building. My viewpoint is from uphill, looking downhill towards them. Now, the view shifts to look down the trail, some theme music starts, and a guy rides up on a raptor. He looks very dapper, with slicked back hair and finer clothing. He's doing some kind of documentary of the area. Unfortunately, it's a mess of different territories, so the woman with him is there to manage the beurocracy and get them permission to go where they need to. Initially, I think they're at a state park in the US, but then the guy on the raptor talks, and his accent is funny. I decide they're in Canada, just across the border. At some point, I switch to watching them from behind a chainlink fence. From this viewpoint, the valley is again behind them. Captain's Journal A young man is staying with a well-to-do family. He's interested in starting a relationship with their daughter. In talking with the father, they decide that, even though the relationship is new, there's enough interest between the man and daughter that they should be courting. Now he's downstairs, talking with another man. This man tells him that the father is an old captain and that his journal is hidden in a crack near the bed. The young man is very curious and decides to look for it. Now I'm in a hallway with the young man. A single bookshelf is by the wall with a lot of books put on it in no particular order or arrangement. I pick up a book at random, open it to a random page, and start reading. It's something out of the Wheel of Time. In the scene I'm reading, Rand and Perrin are doing something around a camp fire. It's not a scene I'm familiar with. Approved hardware I'm lying on a bed, lost in thought. my wife is sitting on the bed, doing something. On her nightstand, a phone is in speakerphone mode, connected to a conference call at work. I become aware that someone just asked me a question, but I have no idea what it was. I try to answer vaguely, hoping to get an idea of what the conversation is about and what the question was; but the person asking sounds like they know I wasn't paying attention, and they're being careful not to clue me in. Eventually, I just ask for the question to be repeated. Infra wants to know why I want to have a port opened on the Sonic firewall, since that's such an inflexible solution, and why I can't use one of the prebaked packages with connectivity built into it. Now I'm looking at a list of the available packages. Now I'm looking at a list of recommended hardware. Each piece of hardware has an accompanying video showing the testing it went through. Now I'm looking at a video of someone testing a microphone. It's a traditional mic, silver, about an inch thick with a 2-inch ball on the end, with a cord coming out of the bottom. He's holding it up high in the air, an expression of excitement on his face, as he proclaims this is the best microphone EVER, and it's only 10 cents. Now I'm watching them test headphones. Each pair of headphones they try has a pair of RCA connections at the end of the cable, which I think is odd. Now I'm watching them test amplifiers. They go through three or four of them, each looking exactly the same, each time doing the same thing. First, they turn it on, and a female computer voice announces the name of the amp. Next, on the left side, near the front, they plug in a small card with 3 RCA jacks (yellow, white, red) on the edge. Then, they hook speakers to the white and red jacks, leaving the yellow unplugged. They're unhappy with each of the storebought ones, so the last one they try is homemade (though it looks identical to the others). According to the announcer, the name of this amp is "Shock Hazard." They're very pleased with it and declare it to be the winner. Bee Powers This one is kind of fuzzy, and the scene changes don't make a lot of sense, but I think I have it in the right order. I'm in a living room watching a movie. The TV is a fairly large one mounted in the middle of a whole-wall entertainment center. My wife and I are standing behind a couple of plush recliners; someone else is sitting in one of them. The movie is about supernatural forces. Somehow, in conjunction with the movie, we find that my wife has been given the ability to read Bee Writing. She's holding a small piece of paper (about the size of a large Post-It note) covered in it. It reminds me of an Eastern writing system, something like Hiragana. At first, she's just staring at it, saying it doesn't look like anything; then she gets a funny expression and says she got a glimmer of meaning; then she says she can read it easily. Now I'm in Publix at the checkout counter. It's more like the customer service area, since I'm behind a counter and the cashier (a young woman) and bagger (a young man) are standing in a clear space behind it. They're both turned away from me, doing something with the bags. On a nearby TV, I note that there's a commercial talking about the excellent customer service you always get at Publix, and it's showing a live feed of the employees completely ignoring me. A manager walks over, tells me it'll just be another minute, and walks away. The cashier turns around, tells me that I don't have to swipe my credit card yet if I don't want to, then turns back to the bags. I look down at the cash register and see it's showing me a prompt asking me if I want to preswipe my card to save time, YES/NO. I ignore it. While I've been waiting, a couple of other people have gotten in line behind me, and another guy has tried to go to the side, skipping line. Now the line has turned somehow. It's going back and forth between guide rails, and I'm somewhere near the middle of the pack. I look at the line behind me and realize there's a guy near me that I haven't seen in years. We start talking. Now the line is moving, and we're making progress towards the cashier. Now someone past the next turn makes a snide comment to me. As I turn to see who said it, someone else with me uses some kind of psionic power. Now I see who made the comment: it's an older woman with straggly salt-and-pepper hair. Due to the psionic attack, she's got a whole bunch of her hair in her mouth, and she can't get it out. She's making MMM MMM noises. Somehow, I know this is related to my wife mysteriously learning to read another language. Now I'm in our bedroom. My wife is heading downstairs, closing a baby gate on the landing as she goes. I pick up and start to organize a box of cards, and I see that all the cards have Bee Writing on them. I realize there must have been some catalyst to cause my wife to learn to read it, and I intend to try to figure out what it is. I decide it must be either her new pajamas or her quilt. I don't really want to wear her pajamas, since that would look very silly, so I decide to try the quilt. I curl up on the floor and cover myself with it. After just a few seconds, a very strange feeling washes over me. I take the quilt off and stand up, then grab a card from the box. I'm disappointed it's still completely unintelligible, but I keep looking at it. When I see it out of the corner of my eye, I get the feeling there's something there, but I can't make it out. Now I start to get the impression that some of the Bee words are overlaid / mixed with regular English words. Suddenly, the whole thing "snaps," and I see plain English words written on the card with no sign of Bee. Now my wife's with me, and we're talking about it. I tell her the quilt was responsible, and that while I'm excited that I can read it now, I'm disappointed that I'm no longer consciously aware of the Bee, since that means I can't describe how to translate it.
Sleep Score: 67 Lucid Dreams: 0 Notes: Need to get more sleep, sleep score should be at 85 minimum with a WBTB
#238 - DILD - 5:00AM I am wondering in an elementary school looking for my class. Several kids rush to a room to be in a popular teachers class. Once he accepts the 13th student he has to turn everyone else away. several kids walk away looking disappointed. I wonder why the school just didn't schedule people like they usually do. I come to an empty classroom with a young female teacher. I really have to pee and I think I see a really small toilet with a door acting as a partition. I mumble something about finding a toilet but as I get closer, I see it's actually just a white trashcan. I can feel the teacher looking at me and think I better say something. "I thought there was a toilet in here." She says, "No." And mumbles something else as I walk away. I pass the popular teachers room and wonder outside. As I make my way to the other school building across the street I notice that I am wearing a backpack and I feel like I can barely move. The effort is making my tired and by the time I reach the glass doors I feel that I am moving ridiculously slow. The feeling reminds me of SP and I suddenly realize I am dreaming. I decide the backpack was the problem and I take it off. I freely move inside and see a younger version of my mother standing there. Instead of doing a task, I decide to just go with the theme of the dream and see where I end up. I hand mom the backpack and say, "Hey mom take my backpack." She asks why and I tell her, "Because, you know where my class is and you can take me there. I hook my hands around her elbow and I feel her drag me down the hall. I the the ceiling and my vision gets jumbled. I feel my mom suddenly sling me around and I come to a stop. I am now looking into a classroom with only a handful of kids sitting a desks. For whatever reason I decide to act like a totally asswagon now. I shout out the ever cheezy, "Whats uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup." Then, WHAT UP BITCHES?!" I see a boy who has a bald shaved head and his black hair begging to grow back. "Hey baldy!" I rub his head and then slap him hard in the back of it. I see no seats to take but there is a comfortable looking beanbag chair in the corner. I go sit down. I can't see the teacher very well but she is talking to me, "I don't want you here. You are a mouthy kid and mouthy kids make me mad." I let out a loud giggle at that, "Well, too bad. I am number 13 and you have to have 13 in your class. Besides, you'd have to deal with me eventually. You might as well get it over with now." The teacher seems to accept this but clearly doesn't like it by the way she is mumbling under her breath. I realize I am not sitting idle and I think of my body in bed. I suddenly wake up.
Everything looked good for last night. A good three hours communing with nature and myself in wonderfully-stark and beautifully-open scenery. Muttering “I see everything” in that environment sounds a lot more powerful than when uttered in my small bedroom. Plus plenty of “This is a dream.” moments…lots of “what was I doing 15 minutes ago?” Seriously-heavy dream preparation…so what went wrong? I awoke at 3.45 AM wheezing and nasally-congested. My window was shut, the glass streaming with moisture, the humidity was way up. I could feel a dream, still shimmering, right above me...just waiting to be grabbed and I felt like shit. Gone …and it went steadily downhill from there. I switched on my dehumidifier (with positive ions) and went back to sleep...and woke feeling positively ironed. Not all bad news. I got two dreams…both involving me arguing. Why? I went to bed feeling very positive (without the ions) Is Ed telling me something about myself? I got up and did a WBTB after 1¼ hours @ 5.00 AM (I even forget to put down the dream wake-up times.) Dream#1 A classic “something lost” dream (I consider this the most powerful DS. Twice before it’s brought lucidity) I’m with a “friend” and one of his friends and I’ve apparently gone to his friends drawer to borrow something. Somewhere along the way, I seem to have mislaid it and I constantly unpack and repack his drawer, trying to find it. His friend says nothing but clearly becomes increasingly incredulous that I’ve lost it. So it was basically DS –DS –DS-DS-DS as I pack and unpack this drawer (and not a hint of “This is a dream!” comes from my mind or lips) I’m getting very embarrassed and irritated (DS)with myself and this seems to culminate in a tiff with my friend and I hit him. (DS = violence) More words follow from this and that seems to be the end of a wonderful friendship Conclusion: It differed from last nights successful awareness in one important respect. I was embarrassed and irritated…and I think that obscured what might have inevitably followed had I recognised the DS. I have created emotions as a general DS but “embarrassment” has never been considered…until now. It’s now a major DS along with anger and irritation (both with oneself and at others) The theory now is that any emotion trying to cloud the issue is itself a DS and recognised as such. No more smoke screens hopefully... Dream#2 A short, hazy dream. Another argument…between me and my “mother” (DS) Sylvester Stallone looks more like mother than this DC. Have you met my mother Ed? Conclusion: Why do I get arguments and violence…usually by me? Am I inherently violent? (I need to lay on a couch when I do this self analysis) Is there some internal conflict? The wife and I have words now and then (as do most couples) But I don’t get her in a headlock and she doesn’t stab me with a kitchen knife…and I don’t belay passing strangers. Ed…you have the wrong idea about me I think. Or is it you Ed? Have I got an SC who needs to go on an anger-management course (don't shake your...my head Ed...are you lying to me?)
#237 - DILD/DEILD/OBE - 3:48AM The first thing I can remember is laying in bed next to my wife. I look over to my right and see my mom lying on a smaller bed. She tells me, "I was laying here and I thought my body had not moved but it felt different. A cop came and said this was a dream and that I was having a lucid dream within a lucid dream." I feel excited that my mom finally experienced a lucid dream. I say, "Oh wow that so cool!" I hope my wife heard about this and will have a lucid dream too. Then it all dawns on me. I think I am the one dreaming. I do a nose plug and blow cleanly through. At that instant, I am on my back in the dark. I feel the vibes and transition out of my body. It is dark but I can barely see where I am going. I strain and there is a breif flash lighting up the room then dark again. I head to the front door while rubbing my hands and concentrating on seeing. Just before I reach the door. I feel a force sucking me back to my body. I try to grab onto something and fight against it but it is of no use. I slam hard back in bed. I realize that I was never on my back but am on my left side. I feel vibes again and am encouraged to try DEILD. Suddenly, I am gripped with fear and feel that there is a presence behind me. I can feel something like large cat claws lightly digging into my back. I roll over and blindly point at whatever it was and say, "Go away in the name of Jesus." Then, "Jesus help me." Immediately the fear lifts and the presences goes away. I am lying on my back and I begin to float upward. There is a slight sensation as I feel myself moving through the ceiling and rafters in the attic. Then I see a bright light as if through closed eyes. A feeling of total joy and peace envelopes me. I begin to hear music. A sitar plays something beautiful while a choir of angels sing a wordless tune. I relax and let the feeling wash over me as I enjoy the music. After a few moments I ask, "Show me a past life." At that, I float back down to the bed. I get up and head outside still in the dark but this time unhindered. The front door looks different this time. It has a window in the middle of it with blinds. There is a small window above the door and I realize I must be floating along the ceiling since I am eye level with it. I try to phase through the glass but get caught up in the blinds. Rather than make a big deal about it I just open the door and step out. My body is light and I can't help but fly. I float up the roof and push off making swimming motions. Once above about the trees, I look at the ground in front of me. Its still really dark but I can see that there are no other houses next to me but I see some colorful lights along the horizon. Against it I see the silhouette of a city on a shoreline. I still feel that the dream can show me a past life and begin chanting, "Show me a past life." I make more swimming motions toward the city. For I moment I it looks like I am looking at a nebula and stars around it. I look down and see more stars. I think this is not right, and focus harder on getting to the city. I am quickly sucked towards it. I hear a swooshing sound and find myself coming in hot to a parking lot. When I plant my feet down I realize I am barefoot and though there is no pain I feel my feet skidding on asphalt and gravel. I think that I may had gotten road rash but try to ignore it. The feeling of this gets me thinking about the surgery task and I totally forget about seeing a past life. I look around in a parking lot and see several people walking next to some parked car that look like something from the 40's or 50's. There is a man getting out of something like a Studebaker. I stop and for some reason show him my left forearm and ask, "Have you ever had surgery.... On yourself?" He looks at me and roboticaly says, "No I have not had any type of surgical procedures." I suddenly wake up.
Updated 12-07-2014 at 10:14 PM by 5967
10/16/2013 Dream 1: I was in a town. I went to U's house for some reason. He was cool with me just walking into his house and room and all. He said hi to me and continued on with what he was doing. I left his house after I walked into U's room. His room was dark, with a lot of hanging blankets all over the place. There was also a bunk bed and a desktop computer. That's all I remember from the dream. Dream 2: I remember I was in my basement, watching movies with my family. I watched a total of three movies. Dream 3: I broke into a military base with tall buildings. That's all I remember.
Updated 10-16-2013 at 08:12 AM by 58207
How does a blind person dream? How are his or her dreams like? Can a deaf person have any sound in his dreams? What if there's a person who's deaf and blind by birth? Can he or she dream as normal people do?
non lucid *My drive was driving very strange and I wanted to him pull over so I can get out of the car. I remember I was at a party trying to get with some chick. *I remember hanging out with my friend roberto but I don't want happened exactly. I think he was happy about something tho.
The was a man. I think he was a performer but looked more like a business man. He was black. He was from South Africa. There was something weird about his self identity as part of ethnic group, but I don't remember any more. We were in some kind of hut. There were these huge killer bees. I am scared of bees and freeze. Alas with these bees if you freeze, they land on you and wait. If you move, that's when they kill you. There was some female scientist there who knew how to handle oneself with the bees. She was going to try to save me since a bee had landed on me and I now could not save myself. Luckily I was not really aware in this dream and my emotions were not realistic, because I have a phobia of bees in waking life.
I dreamed I was a sloth (or a sloth-like creature) in captivity, possibly a zoo or a laboratory. I'm sharing food with my captive neighbor, a slow loris. Call it a leap of logic, but I'm going to say spending Saturday watching videos of slow lorises with R may have influenced this dream, because I knew it was the same, sad-looking slow loris that I'm slowly handing food to. Except in this reality, the slow loris is genuinely sad, and I felt an immense desire to free it from its predicament. Scene change, and I'm suddenly a fugitive in the city that looks like it was an animation background from the 90's Batman cartoons. Though I know we are the same "person," I wasn't a sloth anymore -- in fact, I am exceedingly fast and agile in this scene, parkouring my way across rooftops, wall-jumping up buildings, and flipping over signs and billboards. At one point during my joyride around the city, I found the time to dunk a basketball on a hardwood court in the middle of a game that I was playing in, even though I'm being supposed to be fleeing. Speaking of, I don't know who/what unseen forces are pursuing me, but I know that I'm running into a bottleneck, and I'll eventually be caught. Only my incredible dream-athleticism that would get me killed in real-life is saving me, but all I'm doing is delaying the inevitable. I eventually wake up before I know what happened.
Updated 11-13-2013 at 05:54 AM by 66359
No dream recall Ate incredibly spicy food for dinner and tried to wake up 4 hours after, I had stomach pains from the hot sauce I picked, restaurant I went to had sauces ranked from 1 to 10+. I chose the spiciest menu item they had and they had two sauces that had the rank 10+. I poured the two sauces on my meal and it burnt like crazy but kept eating. Really bad idea in retrospect but still, I kind of want to do it again :? I tried to do a WBTB, it was going so well til I had the stomach pains, hurt like f***.
Dream recall from today's WBTB/naps. Getting back to consistency hopefully... Dream 1(fragments): I was playing minecraft apparently and there was one level with huge moving elevator full of zombies and creepers which i was fighting through with a team. Dream 2(fragments): I was playing spiral knights with SilentEternity and for some reason weapons didn't worked properly. We were doing some kind of variation of RJP level and had to attack enemies with vials. Dream 3(fragments): I am at home and i randomly realize that i am dreaming, dream is unstable but i manage to keep it reasonably stable, i go to balcony but door's closed, i touch it and it comes off the hinges and falls, i take off and fly with my wings but then shortly dream fades. Dream 4(fragment): Some talk on skype. Dream 5(fragments): I was at home and many things kept me distracted from nap, family decided to make alot of noise and then everyone was interrupting me...
I'm with my ex-ex? girlfriend and we are sleeping in the same bed together. I feel sexual tension between us.
Sleep Score: 64 Lucid Dreams: 1 (early morning 6:30 AM) Notes: Stabilization was a problem, tried looking at my hands and spinning but didn't work BTW: Zeo sleep manager closed it's doors, so no more fancy sleep charts.
Date: October 15, 2013 Method: MILD WBTB Total Sleep Time: 7 (ish) hours Dream 1 I was at the beach with my nieces and my kids (back when they were babies). My grandmother (who is deceased and never met my children in RL) was there also. We were just enjoying each other fishing and playing on the beach. Then my grandmother decided to take all the kids with her so she can by them some new clothes. Dream 2 I was with a man and he was washing and styling my hair...I looked beautiful! He had an amazing talent in hair styling..almost magical and I wish I could find this person in RL to do my hair .
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