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A giant, disembodied cat paw batted the side of my head while I'm sleeping, and I woke up from surprise. I could swear I saw myself getting hit, and felt the impact.

I think giant disembodied cat knocked the rest of my dreams out of my memory.

Morning of October 17, 2013. Thursday.



This was a new, rather sparse and non-eventful dream with little emotion. It seems to be on a distant planet which had recently changed governments, somewhat like part of a “hand-me-down” tradition. There is one scene in a large room where I watch others carving small statues that are all the same basic design. The design is much like the one in the image - of a male in a kowtow position on a small, thin base.

Each member of the group (mostly males of a few different age ranges) is working only on their own small statue (most of them are finished), each person in a sitting position on the floor, being part of a precise grouping of about five rows and columns in the larger room, which has no furniture. There does seem to be something resembling a business office setup on the opposite side of the room.

One person, instead of making the kowtow statue, has instead made what appears to be the Chacmool. Another person is scolding him saying that he has made it wrongly and needs to fix it (without starting over). The person is saying that the statue’s head must be down (and implying the eyes are mostly looking down) so that he “doesn’t see the bus coming” (?) - but the whole statue is “wrong-side up”, so it will probably be very difficult to “fix”.

Later on, it still is not right, and the man is lectured again. It looks as if he may never get it right and the final group project will have one major flaw - unique to the particular government? It is wrong to show one’s eyes directly in public, it is explained. The man does not seem all that upset or annoyed by having done the job incorrectly.

Later on, there is other art and sculpture being done. The floor has a thin surface in one part, or some sort of very thin slate “veneer”, almost paper-thin. One unknown female watches me closely, but I believe my mother is also there on the opposite side of the area. I only have a pencil but somehow manage to do a light rubbing of the entire area of the “floor” in a short time (which “reacts” somewhat like tracing paper to the movements of the pencil - which I hold at about thirty degrees as I do the rubbing), and as I am doing this, I say “I can automatically bring out an image in this way” (or saying something very similar).

When I am finished, it is an actual simple drawing or sketch of a woman facing the viewer, the face being the most defined. The person that had been watching is unsure what to believe even though she had been there the whole time (even asking me if I had done it with the pencil, etc.), as if she is, in a subtle way, questioning what had just happened regarding my “magical” ability. She seems a bit puzzled, unresolved, not in complete denial (but “ungrounded”), just unsure of the experience in seeing something unexplained unfold, somewhat of the same reaction I have seen hundreds of times in real life with other things, such as real-time and more detailed precognition validation. It is, in fact, seemingly one of the more outstanding traits of “normal” humans, bordering on the threshold of the more extreme short-term amnesia I have also seen quite often.

Links:

Chacmool

Kowtow

I'm in a bombed-out bus that's been converted into a trolley that is currently being used as a taxi cab in what looks like 60's-era Vietnam in Full Metal Jacket. I'm having a lot of trouble communicating with the other passenger seated across from me that I don't understand Vietnamese. But I happen to speak Taiwanese, and by Dream Logic, I realize that the two languages are only two steps removed from each other, and are close enough that we are now able to have a conversation. This sequence fades before we can talk, though.

Now I'm hanging around my actual house. I'm watching an NBA game while also playing a video game on my tablet. I focus on the TV, and I recognize LeBron James (Heat), Vince Carter (Raptors), Yao Ming (Rockets -- I'm not watching an All-Star game, and yes, the timing is off, for those who follow sports); and when an on-screen "who's on the court now" graphic flashes, one of the forwards is Bob Odenkirk from Mr. Show. Yes, Saul Goodman is somehow holding his own against a bunch of NBA superstars from the 2000's. I will pay money to watch this happen in real life.

I focus on my tablet, and the game I'm playing is World of Warcraft-esque, but now that I focus on the game, I'm transported into the game as an actual character. I'm in a dungeon, a lot like DOS-era Prince of Persia with a lot of stairs winding up in right angles. There is a platform in the middle that holds the sacred... Block of Cheese. Um.

ANYWAYS, a rival wizard is nearby, and I have to prevent him from getting to that cheese before me. But he is more powerful than I am, and in a bid to stall for time, I taunt him and engage him into a belching contest. Just for the record, I am not this crass in person. I briefly turn into Eric Cartman for this contest. I burp a poisonous green gas, while the other wizard burps fire. When our burps collide, it causes an explosion. We keep one-upping each other until finally, the wizard gets really frustrated (I think it's because he's had enough of such childish antics. I know I would've been). Instead of going after the cheese, he teleports next to me, fully intent on destroying me. It's at this time that I got a good look at him, and he resembles Tim the Enchanter from Monty Python. He has his arms raised to annihilate me.

But ah ha! I'm not a wizard. I'm a goddamned Paladin, and as he realizes that he made a mistake of coming within melee range, I catch him in a sticky trap (mocking him in Cartman's voice again) and proceed to pummel him like a punching bag. At one point of my overly-violent behavior, I actually visualize me punching the punching bag in my gym, FPS style, and even pause so I can look at my movelist like I'm in Street Fighter. I wake up.

I'm the worst Paladin ever.

Date: 15 Oct

Pre bed: 1xGingko combo (Gingko, Ginseng, lecithin, mate)

TST: 6.5 hrs

Bad night of sleep thanks to the neighbors.

LD: At grandma's place and am trying to make a cup of tea by using the boiling water from the tap. However, I can't find the tea anywhere. There is a butler whose name is Charles. We go out and he is driving me to the street where we are supposed to pick the tea from some sort of office. There is snow everywhere, I play with it with my hands. Feels normal.

I become lucid, but have no immediate task in mind. Instead, I decide to play along and go to where we were headed and see what happens. I am a bit uncertain about being able to generate an office, but walk towards the building. The entrance's at the back and I enter the yard. There is some weird flickering going on. I wonder what's that about. The street light has problems? There are electricity cables connected to it and as I move, they get in the way of the light from the lamp, producing this flickering effect. I can't believe this level of detail/effect is possible. Anyways, I continue on my way, get in the building, now there's this guy with me. The office is supposed to be on the first floor. I almost lose lucidity here as the stairs get extremely deformed and narrow, I fail to reach my destination and go back to the building entrance.

The guy is with me and now there is a woman in the team. They are both dressed with green overalls and are like prisoners from an alien colony. They talk about the guy having some sort of disease. We head towards the street, they are holding 3 guns like Uzzis but green as well. Cool, I am thinking very enthusiastically that we are going to have some sort of dream adventure. At this moment I remember to try to get them to join me in my AF TOTY quest. I turn towards what feels like the city center and think about AF. I can hear the sound of falling/running water and soon see that have caused a large city type of river to appear. Initially, there are 3 jets of water as if coming from a fountain, but actually coming from the river. I have the feeling that AF would be hard to form here, but still think the scene is good for the Great Barrier Reef Task. I come closer to the riverbank, the water is quite deep, extremely clear and is about to overflow from my side. In my mind, this is the Great barrier reef already. I gather a bit of courage and plunge.

The scene disappears and my body faces the bottom of what looks like the ocean. It's hard to see as it is very similar to when one is really trying to see underwater. My entire body is submerged in this clear, somewhat shallow water. There is enough light and I can feel the sun shining bright above and as hard as it is to see clearly, I can distinguish lots of grains of sand just below me. I struggle to get a better view of everything, but the impression of having water in the eyes and not adapting yet, remains. I think about the next step, corals, but they are nowhere in sight. At the same time, I think about the sea turtle that's supposed to be here (CL that's from you!) and can see the turtle swimming in the water with the sand right in front of me. In addition to that, I can hear a joyful marine type of tune playing softly in the background. I am still struggling with this watery blurry vision though and it finally gets the best of me and the dream totally fades.

1. First, I dreamed I was with a friend of mine. We were walking down the street, somewhere in Florida (I think), trying to find a park, and for some reason there were like sculptures that turned into other things, or they came alive and followed us... I can't remember...

2. Then I dreamed I was in some sort of mansion with lots of halls and rooms. It was dark, gothic, and maze-like. There was some sort of party going on. I was with a friend of mine, who was some sort of monster/vampire/demon (but he was friendly... at least to me). He was actually a much younger looking variant of the Warlock character who shows up from time to time, but he wasn't (as) self-aware. We both looked and acted like teenagers.
I was looking for a different costume to wear, he helped me sneak into a room but told me to be very quiet. The reason was because there were demons behind some curtains, and noise would wake them up. I was scared and very cautious about moving around the room. The room was full of all sorts of costumes and garments, and I picked out some crazy stuff. Think goth-on-acid. Then, we left the room. We went back to the main party room, which was like huge theater, and there were sculptures covered in gold on the ceiling. We went to another room, which turned out to actually be outside, and there was a whole field of lilies in the clearing of a forest. We wandered around in the forest, and there were different clearings with different flowers, including some lilacs with kind of a yellow-gold hue. My friend made a joke about me liking lilacs (I don't remember what it was).

3. The dream shifted (definitely a different dream) and I was in a farmhouse. I had several sisters, older and younger, the youngest was about 8. There was an "evil" sister, whose skin was all white, and she had huge circles under her eyes, and ratty blonde hair... we'd thrown her out of the house, and she was even supposed to be dead.
I send the youngest sister out to go bury the seedling for a tree. I don't remember why. It was daylight, but by night she hadn't returned, and at night the 'evil' sister was trying to get into the house. For some reason, if we could keep her out until midnight, she would go away forever. We had nailed chicken wire over the windows, so if she broke them, she still couldn't get in. I also ran around closing all the doors and locking them, including one that she almost made it to. She was sort of zombielike but I was worried she'd still be smart enough to find and use a wire-cutter. I spent some time rattling the windows with a stick to scare her away, but it would just draw her attention. The youngest sister I sent out never came back, and I was worried that my older sisters would be angry with me for sending her out. I was also worried she WOULD come back, and we'd have to open the door for her, and risk letting the other one in.
I don't know if we ever won or what happened to the youngest sister. The dream faded.

4. I dreamed I was underwater. I could breathe just fine. There was some sort of short blond kid I didn't recognize. I got an octopus stuck in my ear and it was really gross. That's all I remember of the last dream.

at a restaurant, or at a political meeting that had a restaurant's menu. i was looking at the menu, with my mom. i was trying to decide what to get. there was a pork thing that looked ok, kind of like pork fajitas. but something about it wasn't perfect. the pork looked really plain and boring. there was a sandwich on a huge loaf of bread, it looked gross cause it had too much bread. and it came with this weird rice patty that didnt look good...plus that would be too much starchy in one meal. i asked my mom if there were more choices on the other isle.

i found old pictures, and was going thru. they took a couple seconds of movement. it was some fancy film my mom had gotten me once. i decided i really liked it, and since technologty could handle it these days, i'd get it more often. there were pictures of old guys i used to date. or jessica did. 3 guys, all 3 pretty decent cute. i went into the memory, and got the 2 cutest so we could hook up or kiss or something. they seemed to be remembering me, a little playing uninterested, but they came with me.

at this political thing with my mom and other people. a lady gets a bouquet. she asks where she should put it, should it be displayed in a certain way for the event's benefit? no, the flowers are just for her own personal use in whatever way she would like, the event has enough
bouquets of its own. so she is happy, and tries to find a vase to keep them in. i look with her. there are two vases. one looks much to big and wide. so i pick the other one. she wants to keep the flowers private for herself. wheni put them in the vase, part of the boquet gets smushed in the sides because the side flowers are too short and go too deep into the vase so the glass covers them. i'm disappointed, and know she must not be satisfied with that. i think maybe the wide one would be better, even if it is too big, at least the wideness wouldnt smush the flowers. but i think the boquet might already be somewhat damaged, so it wont even be as pretty as it was. the side flowers were pretty delicate




notes:
just got home from moms, back at my house. barely got any sleep. stayed up all night reading about dreams and lucid dreaming, wanting to do that.

dreamt about my mom, political event and food because my mom is really invovled in politics right now and always going to events for it, and food because i am on a new diet with my brother that is low carb/starch/sugar. the flowers were like when i volunteer at the farmer's market and bill gives us a boquet of flowers as a thank you to take home with us.
i dont know why i dreamt of the boys or photos. maybe because i was looking at photos on my computer last night, and i wouldnt mind some male companionship. amanda did just send an email saying how she thinks i really do want sex and a man, just am not focusing on it right now.

what this dream could mean: i want to fulfill my desires, i want to make the right choices, but sometimes the choice doesn't even seem to be 'on the menu' or available, so i just have to settle for something that won't be too bad. i'm learning what i want and what things i like and starting to make decisions about how i want my life to be and how i want to spend my time. (like recording my dreams again and doing dream work and trying to lucid dream etc) i have a desire to help people and i think i am recieving a good thing, nice insights, great talent, opportunities etc, but i dont have the right "container" for them, to support the life i desire, maybe not living in the right place, dont have the right community, or enough energy, etc....need to find the right container because i feel like the delicate beauty in my life is being spoiled and not seen.

driving my car and had to brake for people crossing the street. first were people in wheel chairs, then little kids, then more random people just keep crossing and crossing. my foot was on the brake but i felt like the car was out of control and if i didnt press down really hard enough with my foot, the car would run over everyone.

def my mind working out the trauma of the car crash yesterday.

Funny how something so simple can be so terrifyingly creepy.

Dream:

I arrived at my mom's house. As I walked to the front porch I could see some odd looking footprints in the dirt. I looked at them closer. They were humanoid and slightly smaller than my feet. I could see the toes clearly. The second two toes were longer than the big toe and had what looked like claws or long toenails that made an impression in the dirt above the toe. I thought they were so strange that I took a picture of them with my phone.

At about that same time I got an email from my science teacher (Christopher) who sent me a very similar picture. He said that prints like these were thought to belong to a mysterious, paranormal animal somewhat like a bigfoot. Hearing that made me nervous and I rushed into the house. I told my mom about the footprints and took her outside to look at them. We were both unnerved that they were so close to the house and right by the front door.

That night I could hardly sleep because I was so afraid of that creature that could be right outside the house. I was thankful that the doors were locked.

The next day I told my friend Ruth about the prints. I showed her the pictures and what was left of the real prints (by that time they had gotten stepped on and were partially destroyed).

Then it was evening again (I had been distracted by some horses that had gotten loose and were running up and down the street, but they were now gone.) My mom's house was now my childhood house and not her current house. I looked out the door. I could see that there was a forest up the street where there were normally houses. I saw an elk and a smaller deer.

Suddenly I was terribly afraid. I knew that creature could be right behind any tree. I saw my mom out in the yard. I didn't want her to be there. Something could happen to her. I started yelling for her to come in. She didn't seem to her. I felt even more terrified. I yelled again....and again, feeling more frantic every second.

Suddenly I woke up and it took a few minutes to settle down. I wondered how I would be feeling if I had woken up and had been camping outside. I knew I would be really freaked out.

Still recovering my sleeping schedule from that spicy food encounter, my dream recall is getting back on track. I set an alarm for 4:15 am and could not get back to bed til around 7 am no matter what I tried, I put on white noise and put a pillow inbetween my legs, read my calculus textbook and "relieved" myself, all things that make me sleepy but to no effect. My dream recall may take a dip because I plan on sleeping for a full 8 hours so that once my body gets used to it I can go back to waking up at 4 and going back to sleep no problem.

Anyways here are my dreams from last night, or this morning rather:

7 am
Dream 1: I am in some house in a rural area. It looks like a vacation home and I feel as if my whole family is there but they all went out to go somewhere and I stayed home. I had to replace the batteries in this one device, it had 4 energizer batteries and the one that I had to replace said "16 weeks" and no charge when I did the little test on the battery. So I replaced it with the other smart living batteries. Im amazed how realistic the batteries were when I put them in. I get the batteries in the device and put the dead battery in the smaller device that works with only 1 working battery and its some sort of laser/flashlight. I lock myself in this small room and feel like I left my phone outside but see it on the table. At this point I suddenly become aware someone else is in the house. I am in the small dark room and I hear their footsteps outside. I try to keep my hands on the doorknob in case the person knows how to unlock the door and he tries to rattle it as hard as he can but I hold on until I wake up.

8:30 am (false awakening)
Dream 2: I feel like I wake up and am doing something in the basement when I see a white widow spider on tv, this guy is on a nature show and talking about the spider in its natural habitat. The spider is this giant spider thats legs span about 8 inches and has a white marking on the spiders abdomen. There is some gap in memory of the dream here, then I see a white widow spider right next to me so I go upstairs. My mom made this beef stew thing so I start eating it. I start telling her I need to eat whole grains while I eat this meal. The meal Im eating has beef, tomatoes, a crapload of jalapenos, and some green leaf or vegetable. (sounds kind of disgusting irl). At this point I tell her theres a white widow spider downstairs and we go down. Then I show her where it is and it starts running across a strand of string it has and right on to my dog shadows face. Im about to try to kill the spider before it bites my dog then I wake up.

Whats strange is the second dream felt so real as opposed to my other dreams I had no idea it was a dream. Other dreams I somehow know they are a dream but don't have the full conciousness to realize im dreaming yet.

Dream recall from today's WBTB/naps.

Dream 1(fragments):

Something was going on at home and then i was watching some fraxy replay, there was some boss that spawned walls of bullets from the bottom of screen while firing pattern fro the top.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was at home and there was some loud radio and an hot air baloon flying outside, then i noticed part of wall gone AWOL and everything faded. I wake up and hear weird sound, and feel that i am dreaming, i briefly see miniature shadowy terraria-like slime jumping on the table but it shortly disappears. Then i go for balcony but dream fades and i wake up.

semi - lucid
*I knew I was dreaming but didn't take any control and was pretty much caught up in the contents of the dream. I remember flying and then landing on a personal island just big enough for one person to be on. I remember talking about how I just like someone.

lucid
*I became lucid while standing in a unknown room with my girlfriend. I focused on primarily stabilizing using the all of my five senses rubbing my hands together. I girlfriend in the dream made a loud noise and caused a false awakening.

Sleep Score: 71
Lucid Dreams: 6
Notes: It all happened with an impromptu WBTB, through a technique I haven't experienced previously. When I finally got back to sleep, instead of doing a RC I checked to see if I was sleeping. Checking my breathing and eyes I could detect that in RL that they had been functioning as if I was asleep. That thought about "was I sleeping" triggered 6 different LDs this morning.

Side-note Third-person Dreamsign

The shark
I'm in a small boat with two other guys. A larger boat is nearby. A shadow in the water is circling us, nudging us away from the big boat, I don't see a fin, but I know it's a shark.

Research station
I'm at a tropical research station. It's a picturesque place, with trees all around, a river to my left, and a row of low off-white buildings. Due to the government shutdown, many of the experiments running here have been ruined and will take months or years to redo. They can't even afford their normal buildings, so they're renting out a motel to have space for the few of them who are left to work in.

Now, I'm driving, making a tight corner near the research base and driving up a mountain road.

Messed up clocks
I finally give up on my WILD attempt and try to check the time. First, I look at my phone, but it's showing something crazy. It looks like a clock, but the characters are thin and purple and show an impossible time. I'm concerned that something's crashed or gone haywire, but then I realize I was in the media player and this is showing the play time.

I look at the clock on my nightstand and see that it's just short of eight o'clock, and I'm horrified: I overslept by nearly 2 hours, and I'm late for work by one hour. I check the alarm settings on my phone to see what happened. As far as I can tell, I set the alarm properly, but it never went off. This is the second time this has happened; I'm seriously concerned about the reliability of this phone now.

I really had been trying to WILD; I must have fallen asleep during the attempt.

City transit
I'm in a city, driving, pulling out of a parking lot. A shuttle bus gives me room to pull out of the parking lot I'm in, which I'm grateful for - traffic is heavy. I get in the right-most lane, then move over another lane. This is a big road with at least 4 lanes in each direction.

Now I turn onto a road, then realize it's the wrong one. It's fairly narrow and has no markings. Up ahead, I see a spot that looks like a good turnaround; when I get to it, it turns out to be a small parking lot with slots on either side of the road, so it's perfect. I swing right, then all the way around to the left. As I start to head back down the road, I see giant white arrows painted on it pointing the direction I was originally heading, against how I'm traveling now. Whoops: it's a one-way street. I'm not too far from the entrance, and no cars are coming, so I go ahead and drive back down it anyway.

Now I'm on the sidewalk with my bike, walking beside it. I think about getting on it properly, but then I see another guy also walking with his bike - running, in fact, to get to a* traffic light and across the crossing before it changes. I follow his example.

Now that I'm across the street, I think again about mounting the bike, but I can't figure out how. The handlebars are a kind of oval shape, so I try sitting on it, but that doesn't work at all. I'm coming up on a really crowded part of the sidewalk, so I fold up my bike a little, but not very well. Troy's road bike folds much more easily, and I consider again whether it was a mistake to get a mountain bike.

Now the sidewalk across the street in front of me is completely blocked - it looks like people are getting ready to view a parade. I'm forced to turn right; I'm going to have to figure out how to get back where I need to be.

Now I'm in hallways underground. Near the stairs out, I come across a troubled youth. He's black, with short frizzy hair, and he's mumbling something I can't really make out. My first reaction is just to avoid him and keep moving, but then I have compassion on him. I realize he probably doesn't get much love, and I determine to show him some. I rest my hands on his head, and he seems to calm down some. He's still mumbling something - I think it's about nuns or the Roman Catholic church - and I try to think how to tell him about the saving work of Christ. I happen to look down and realize that his right foot is about the size of my young daughter's, though his left foot is normal. A male teacher walks by and makes a brief comment about him.

Attack animals
Someone has engineered a bunch of little animals designed to take down a huge animal. I see them swarming the huge animal's feet, generally getting crushed underfoot. They're calling strategy to each other.

Stuck
Underground, I see a huge door. It's been damaged at the bottom, and there's a chipmunk boy scout stuck under it (he's wearing a red-and-green uniform). A nearby adult mole (also in uniform) is trying to figure out how to free the scout. Suddenly, flame erupts from the top of the door right above the scout and starts to drip down. The mole panics and flees, ashamed that he couldn't save the scout; but the flames actually end up burning away the part of the door trapping the scout, freeing him.

3.20 AM
A really difficult dream to put on paper because dreams seem so logical when they're being dreamed...which may be great for physicists because things that defy logic are their bread and butter! Apparently a third person dream about a doctor who had some sort of illness and he sold some sort of chemicals given off as side-effects of his illness, but donated others because the illness was self-caused for some reason by association with a woman???????

No obvious DS's...no discernible reason why I should have dreamt it. Did a quick WBTB and tried an SSILD. I never notice any benefit other than it seems to relax me quickly. Usually I get halfway through the cycles and start to lose focus but this time I went from sleepy to stone-cold wideawake! Hmmm. I suspect that it also sometimes results in missed dreams...maybe I sleep deeper?

5.45 AM
I'm driving a 1930's motor coach (or charabanc as they were called) around a hilly, winding (northern?) town trying to find somewhere to park it. It's a very cramped town but I eventually find somewhere (halfway across someone's drive) and go home t'wife and remark to her that "I hope it's going t' be OK"

No real DS's (unless I count looking for a parking place as "looking for something lost" or "myself lost somewhere" The dreams seem so short and I think I'm missing great chunks of the beginning.

I got up for an 1¼ hours then WBTB at 07.00 AM and tried to WILD (I spent the time I was up reading the tutorials) I fell asleep early on in the process but no matter...I'll just persevere...I'll get there in the end.

9.20 AM
I'm working in a club (DS) and the proprietor is apparently a likeable bespectacled guy who wears a green barbour coat (a friend from years ago wore one of those so perhaps it's in Ed's memory banks) and this guy lived and died at his club. I assume I worked there (DS)...what as I don't know and I heard someone say "Here he comes" and I looked out a window. (You know that's the first time I ever recall looking out of a window) He was coming across his lawn pushing a wheelbarrow and a little girl was with him.

Conclusion- Sparse on DS's last night. I really don't think SSILD is for me at the moment but I'm determined to master WILD. Most of my dreams could be called short (or only partly-recalled) and pretty domestic. When I get up to lucid fourth gear I aim to pep them up somewhat, but cut down on the violence..at the moment I probably come across as a bit of a homebody who'll kill you if provoked...