Dream 1(fragments): Was playing some platformer game. Dream 2(fragments): Something about futuristic city and pipes Dream 3(fragments): I was playing Terraria with SilentEternity and there was a new mod pack for it. We installed it and it added alot of things and also made game 3D somehow. We started in a pit made of stone of reddish color and were discussing mod features, there was some kind of research system and faction system that activated with hardmode, which included friendly dragon faction. At one point we were attacked by some random dude that was calling himself 'Creator of minecraft' and had ability to teleport around. Then later we have reached a village, but then suddenly massive blizzard started and it was too difficult to continue so we decided to sya at the village and play hearthstone card game with inhabitants(somehow) and i've apparently had a legendary that was some fleshy golem thing.
I had a somewhat frustrating dream... I was in a car and I think my parents were there too... one of them was driving. I can remember the road very clearly. Then, the car turned into a bus and I was talking to a woman I know online. She's a very good friend of mine and she was there with her son (she has two, but only the youngest was there). She's from Czech Republic, so it was hard talking to her, I could feel that my English was kinda bad, but we still managed to talk for a while. Then, she said it was her stop. I told her that sick children deserve at least three balls of ice cream when they get better (in real life, her youngest son has just gotten out of the hospital). They left and that's when I realised I was lost. I somehow knew I was in Chile, but the people inside the bus were speaking another language. Sounded a bit like Swedish, I think. Definitely not Spanish. I figured that it was okay. If I stayed in the bus, I'd get to a big bus station, since all buses end up there, and from there, I could find a bus to take me to... I couldn't remember the name of the city where I was supposed to go. I kept thinking it was Lima, and then having to tell myself that Lima is in Peru. A guy sat next to me and he was Brazilian. I quickly took his arm and asked him what the name of the big city in Chile was. He was like "uh... Santiago?" and I was all "YES THANK YOU", and then I used my phone to get a plane ticket to Santiago. The site was a mess, I found lots of links, but none of them were right for me (there was one for getting a plane ticket to London, for example). So yeah, basically, I was lost the whole dream. On the bright side, I was always looking at the road and the scenery, it was all very pretty. Who knew that my version of Chilean countryside was so gorgeous!?
I'm in a court of some sort, and I am arguing with what must be the judge (or some sort of authority figure of the law). It was a heated or acrimonious argument, nor do I think I was in any sort of legal trouble (I think. I vaguely remember I wasn't. I think I felt like irritation more so than confrontation in the argument, but, no, fuck that guy). The scene changes, and now the judge is a warlord from an ancient Chinese setting, and I was one of his generals. Eventually, I deduced that I was the general Zhao Yun, a historical person who has more impact as a literary figure than actual. Either way, it's kinda great, since he's kind of the guy I read most as a kid and grew up wanting to (and still aiming to) be like. The judge/warlord and I aren't fighting now, but I suppose the lingering animosity from before made it uncomfortable now that I'm a subordinate. So, no, fuck him again. I don't know when I got an army, but all of a sudden I'm leading an army. We land on a beach, and the setting is like a watercolor illustration of a mystical, divine realm. The setting reminded me of pictures in a storybook, and suddenly, I realized that not only am I a character IN a storybook, I also have Dream Knowledge that I come out winning at the end of this story. So I set off on my journey (my army disappeared now, by the way. Way to ditch me, guys) towards my inevitable destiny(?), but after a long build-up preparing to set off, I wake up and the story ends. I assume this is what the first Hobbit movie was like. Now that I have time to think about it, I'm not sure if, when I was a general, I am leading an army to conquer a peaceful land of mystical creatures (like Avatar), or am I providing reinforcements to said mystical creatures (like Avatar after all pretension that a story exists is over).
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10/14 Not planning to LD, worknight, but when got up to go to bathroom felt like maybe I could do some quick SSILD cycles and quickly fall asleep(did take a longer than I thought to fall asleep, not even considering a true WILD. Yesterday I did day journal from Mastermind's thread. Incredible amount of day recall...tiring...hmm...11pm 405 658. dream before going to bathroom was a cool open field battle scene mixed old and modern. Tide of battle was turning in our favor. I look over to our side and back in a field of tall mostly green grass I could see the tops of our flags, they were really tall. They were triangle shaped. I tried to see more and could see parts of the armies below the flags. I look back the other way and a country is surrendering and joining our side. I forget the country. Then another flag is coming our way I am trying to make it out..first think it is so&so flag but as it gets closer is Philippines flag which I think may have a sideways triangle IWL on the traditional rectangular shaped overall flag. There are only 4 of them, male. Older man in wheelchair pushed by younger man and a couple of priests...odd(these people were dressed modernly). FA wife got up and apparently went to lay next to out son (becomes my nephew and later my niece...after dream while in the half-awake state I hypothesize that my dreaming mind is trying to counter any logic that can make me lucid). Anyway it is my son at first but he is younger more like my nephew's age. His back is to her stomach cuddling. But apparently there is a friend sleeping over a black kid maybe 12-13 and he is cuddling up against my wife's back. I get mad and indicate that it is inappropriate and she gets up and we continue to discuss it I think it was outside front or in the front room of the house on M. Wife said yeah he was horny referring to the kid I think in a teasing way but it made me more mad and at this point I am thinking son became nephew in my mind. Then I thought about discussing it with mother in law and that we can't just leave the kid in there he might try something. At this point nephew becomes my niece which seems more likely to be vulnerable to this possibly horny kid. Niece is also younger in the dream maybe 5-7 in my mind. At some point I go back to bed in the dream and at some point feel something tugging lightly on my foot and my logic kicks in...possibly in between sleep & wake and I take it as HHs and quickly vibrate...try nudging more lightly and patiently and enter dream kind of paddling myself out of bed toward the ceiling I get out of the house but dream or recall fades. This time I don't think I faded immediately back to bed and vibrations since that is normally fairly clear when it happens. Instead I think I had a completely separate dream entry late in my sleep cycle with vibrations this time skipping the ceiling and flying/zooming right out of the house. I decided to fly by the beautiful red maples(of some variety) and see how they looked in the dreamworld. They were beautiful and more glowing/transparent leaves but I had marveled at their beauty under the sunlight that very day IWL and they had taken on a kind of dreamlike beauty IWL. It seems like I flew on further in the dream but not sure...the WL juxtaposition may have stopped me there or made me lose my lucidity. Just remembered when reviewing my handwritten bedside dream journal that I do recall fading out of that at some point and trying to re enter and I could make out a silhouette of rooftops it was changing is if I was scanning the horizon but then I lost it and woke up. Only counting 1 lucid dream tonight, last one not sure if just an advanced dreamlet and the first one seemed incomplete//Notes from half-awake pondering. Black friend in childhood who liked same stuff as me...we planned a sleepover at his house but parents on each side decided not a good idea?? Racial tensions I believe (70's)and then I wonder for the first time if this long held memory could be a false memory...have to ask my parents. I was probably 1st grade...too long ago to be sure without outside confirmation...I don't think I would have doubted it were it not for what I have read about false memories related to dreaming. What if you have a false memory of something traumatic or someone tries to convince you that's something traumatic was a false memory? This is also where I wondered if a d see changes to overcome our logic kicking in. Also I am more comfortable when sleeping on my side if I extend my legs out instead of pulling them up closer to the fetal position because of my back. I also think that the newly enacted flying RC may havw helped with my awareness last night. And I really like that as a reality check.
Just wanted to say I was particularly pleased with myself this morning. I am still very much learning and normally I realise I am in a dream when something bad happens; being chased, ghosts, deaf. At which point I would take over Lucidly and change the nightmare. However last night I impressed myself by becoming Lucid by noticing something much smaller - See I can drive but I don't have a car. In the dream I had forgotten something and was driving rapidly back to my house to fetch it, then It dawned on me that I couldn't be driving if I don't own a car, and became Lucid from there. Good progress!
I need to write more of my dreams down in my dream journal, i just go right back to sleep and I can only remember the last dream.. one of my dreams had andrew matthews in it, childhood friend had some others but COMPLETELY FORGOT THEM last dream I was in looked like a school and I was walking around in it. Looked like some sort of combination of the middle school and high school I went to. I remember going into a room full of computers and my friend Anton gave me a key that just looked like a tiny black rectangular prism and he said to use it to get another key from the PC (personal container). So I went looking around outside and went through this cafe and he asked me telepathically or through some earpiece somehow if i found it and I said I couldn't find it so he was gonna come down to show me. By that time I was outside and a bunch of other guys were hanging around. We were in the grass outside of the school and we all decided to go find it. Eventually we found this old abandoned wooden house in the middle of nowhere and the other guys wanted to use the PC to skate all over and Anton said no. We went into the house and looked around and I was following Anton along this incredibly weird and complex second floor pathway that looked like scaffolding except wooden. Then I saw this huge spider web and I asked Anton how he got past it. It was like this huge spiderweb that went in like a sideways pyramid from where I was standing. I didn't want to walk through it so I jumped down to the first floor and there were spiderwebs all over the floor. I tried to leave but my hands started bleeding from the spiderwebs and I finally made it outside the gates of the house where there were no spiderwebs. I think I met some girl outside the gate but I'm not sure, thats all I remember.
October 13, 2013 A side-note A lucid dream A dreamsign These dreams came after insomnia kept me awake from 1:30 to 4:30. Before going back to bed, I listened to the dreaming self-hypnosis files I made for myself. Drugs at a wedding I'm at a wedding with my wife. We're walking around "back stage." Lots of people are moving around, getting ready. We pass the photographer's area and see at least half a dozen giant camera lenses - they're inches wide and at least a couple of feet long. I think ruefully back to the few weddings we shot with our "cheap" DSLR. Now I'm standing above the seats. The place looks like a concert hall, with the seats in a semicircle around the stage. The floor is incredibly sloped, going down at at least a 45 degree angle. There are countless rows, so the stage is far, far below me. The curtains are still drawn. My wife is sitting on the top row, which is still a good 10 feet below me. Her chair is all by itself, with a table and lamp next to it. I realize she'd expected that I would sit with my friends while she stayed in the back to feed the baby. Now I'm next to her, seeing if there are any seats nearby we can move to and sit together. Now we see a group of her old friends a few rows beneath us. They see us, too, and are waving at us to come down to them. Now we're with her friends. They're in a roughly circular area that's clear of chairs. I don't know any of them, so I'm staying at the edge of the clearing, near the chairs. I want to sit down, but even though this area doesn't have many people sitting in it, they're sitting in such a way that no three adjacent seats are empty: if I'm going to sit, I'm going to have to sit next to someone. I finally resign myself to it and sit by a stranger. Now my wife is gone - I don't know where to - and her friends are acting very strange, very loopy. They're trying to give me something that will make me feel really good. I don't know what's going on, but I want no part of it, so I start to walk away. A girl from the group comes running around in front of me and tries to slap something on me. I don't know what she's doing, but I'm sure it's nothing good, so I dodge. I think she missed me, but then I notice there's a small sticker on my nose. With horror, I realize it must be some kind of drug patch. I try to peel it off, but it's too late. I feel the drug start to take effect, and the world slips away. Now I'm on a pool deck. I feel very strange, and I'm not myself. I think I'm a mouse, though I'm really just very small. A tiny dog is nearby. The deck furniture towers around us. We swim out into the pool and make it to a small floating platform, which we climb onto. I manage to tie the platform to the dog, then we both jump back in and swim back to the pool deck, with the dog dragging the platform behind itself. Now I'm in a dusty town. Something is wrong, though I'm not sure what. I see the town sheriff and deputy go up to a large door with two keyholes. They each take a key, insert it into a keyhole, and turn at the same time. Somehow, I know that they were given these keys by a stranger, and that by unlocking this door they've corrupted themselves and unleashed destruction on the town. Now I'm running from something in the town. Now I'm running down a wide hallway when giant yellow squash, a.k.a. Squashers, come bounding in from the other direction. I hope they didn't see me and try to get out of their way, but one veers off towards me. As it's pushing me towards the back wall, I wonder what it's like to be killed in a dream. That stray thought gets me lucid. Candy and flying Now I'm in a small room, the size of a small closet. It's kind of like a little tiny cubicle, since it's not actually closed on all four sides. At this point, as is usual for my lucid dreams, I'm still following the dream's plot. I decide to make the room bigger, so I point at one of the unconnected edges, then move my finger, and the edge of the wall follows my finger, growing longer. I make a similar gesture and push the wall back. Then I remember that I have 2 goals I want to accomplish (flying and one of the basic tasks of the month, eating candy) and I should be doing those instead. I decide to tackle eating candy first. I start to think about how best to summon some candy. I remember that most of my attempts at direct dream manipulation in the past have failed, so that's out. Believing that something exists behind me, then turning and finding it, has always had a great apeal to me; unfortunately, it's also always failed in the past. Then, I remember reading that ordering DCs to change the dream tends to be very reliable, so I decide to try it. I walk through the gap in the wall into a living room. A few women are sitting around on overstuffed chairs, some with ottomans, some without. I walk up to the nearest one. She's in a tan chair next to a small round side-table with a lamp, with her feet resting on an ottoman. She's wearing an intense blue, maybe a purple. I tell her to give me candy. She looks up at me, and I see that she's a friendly middle-aged woman. She gives me a motherly smile, grabs her purse, and starts to look through it. It's packed full of odds and ends, but nothing looks like candy. She looks up at me, then points to a long, narrow, zippered bag (also a violent blue) on the ottoman. It's already open, and it's packed to overflowing with all sorts of candy. I pick it up and look through it. I remember that in the waking world I'd been planning to try to eat some chocolate, so I look for a chocolate bar. I manage to find a "Fun Size Snickers" bar near the top of the bag, so I take it. I tear off the wrapper and look at it. It looks just like a tiny square chocolate bar, with smooth brown sides and a wavy top. I take a bite through the middle; it tastes like chocolate. I look at the section I bit through and see that it looks like a Three Musketeers bar, but with a thin ribbon of dark chocolate running through the middle. It actually tastes about as it looks. One goal finished, one to go. I leave the house through a sliding glass door. I find I'm at the top of a grassy hill. In front of me, the hill leads down to the ocean. I can see the waves lapping against a rocky shoreline with just a bit of sandy beach. Off to my right are a few trees. To my left, the grassy hill just goes down with nothing in the way. I turn to the left and start to run down the hill, then jump up and spread my arms like wings, holding them straight out to my sides. At the height of my jump, I'm three or four feet off the ground, but I quickly come back down and stabalize in a glide just a foot or two above the ground. It's not quite the flight I'd hoped for, but I'm still moving quickly through the air. I'm half pleased, half disappointed. Gliding in the air was neat, but I'd really wanted to *fly*. Now I'm back at the top of the hill. I get another running start, jump, spread my arms, and start flapping. I have a clear picture of the roofline of the house - I believe I managed to hang in the air for a few seconds this time before coming back down. This time, I'm gliding so low that tall pieces of grass are hitting me in the face. Motorcycle seat I'm outside with Andrew, looking at his small motorcycle. He's trying to fix it, but he needs to go get something. He asks me to hold the bike while he steps away. Now I'm holding the bike, but I don't know why. Don't motorcycles have kickstands? I look down and see not one but two: one on the front-right, and one in the normal place at the back-left. Both kickstands are already down, so I gently let go of the bike to see what'll happen. The bike starts rolling forward, pushing the front-right kickstand back. The rear-left one is holding. I stop the bike and try to reposition it so that it'll stay up on its own. Now Andrew is back out with another man, someone who looks at home on a motorcycle. There's something wrong with his seat. It's a piece of leather with a plaid pattern inserted into a square wood frame. During the cut, they removed the sealant keeping it watertight and pulled it up from the frame, away from the glue that held it down. They've fixed whatever the problem was and have re-glued it, but now they're worried about how to reseal it. They keep talking about using tape, but none of us likes that idea, since it wouldn't work very well, not to mention looking very tacky. I suggest using more of that same acrylic sealant that was used on it originally, but they shoot that idea down. They're fixated on trying different kinds of tape. I'm still convinced the clear sealant is the way to go, but I suggest they should call the motorcycle company and see if they can order some of the original compound. They consider the idea for a moment, then realize that it's a holiday so the company won't be open, and later in the week is an important company event, so they'll be too busy to talk to people about fixing broken seats.
Morning of October 14, 2013. Monday. I am in a “Star Trek” (next generation era) scenario, on a colonized planet in a distant star system that produces products and materials for day to day living, it seems. There is a shorter highly overweight woman who is in charge of everything, but not in an aggressive way at all; in fact, quite matter-of-fact, friendly to some extent at times, and assertive (but who also cares nothing about Starfleet regulations or continuous infringements of human life). The setting seems to be some sort of odd composite of a sister’s house in Wisconsin and the middle school I went to (DMS) in Florida as well as at least two other generic areas from outside a real-life courthouse and factory I worked at in real life. People are in rows of more open (more shallow than many I have seen in real life) cubicles and alcoves. They are working on futuristic computers as well as what seems to be smaller products and such. I am there to make a few arrests regarding some sort of withholding of resources and credits (on a regular basis) from particular people in their work with the “salami technique”. Credit amounts and certain resources have been stolen from certain random people over a longer time period so that, if that had not happened, the victims would quite possibly be in very large, exquisite homes or in a much higher position in Starfleet. It does not seem like that much of an issue with the people on the planet, though, which gets me more and more annoyed. “It’s a human rights violation,” I explain (as well as it being an obvious illegal act in general), but these people in the “Star Trek universe” do not seem at all concerned with human rights as if the term means nothing. They (even the ones being victimized) smile about it all in a near-“so what”, near-paradisaical mentality. I know there must be some sort of law in the “Star Trek Universe” (in my dream) but it seems futile to try to pursue investigation, as people continue what they are doing even though some things must stop here and there to see certain connections and digital documents. They create the impression of slaves marching happily over a cliff and even smiling as they fall. This may, in a subtle way, be something to do with the ridiculous level of overly passive diplomacy with potentially deadly aliens as seen on some “Star Trek” episodes, something I had never given much conscious thought to, as it is only a fantasy, but I have still been a fan most of my life. If I do not pursue my work, the conspiracy will continue indefinitely, although the victims (as well as all the planet’s people in authority) do not even seem to care. I place one person under arrest and he stands to the side cheerfully and arrange to arrest a few others. The female manager/supervisor of this factory (the overweight woman) tells people to just continue what they are doing. Finally, I am so annoyed that I tell the woman that she is under arrest as well as the conspirators, but she does not seem concerned. I tell her that she will be incarcerated at the nearest Starbase brig for at least two weeks. I go outside and wait for my team, including members from other space shuttles and ships, all of them seemingly in their twenties. Six of them materialize in front of my eyes (as on the actual “Star Trek” show), followed by a few more with weapons drawn. Three of them go into the main area of the factory where the boss is still standing. One of them speaks in a loud, authoritative voice but it drops off in hesitation, “We are taking you into custody under Starfleet authority and taking you to…ummm…” (forgetting the name of the location - then seeming to wait for someone to remind him) and then everyone starts laughing as if it is all a joke (or like an actor forgetting his lines). In the back of my mind, being semi-lucid, I have this feeling that it is all pretend, anyway, but am still annoyed. It is like everyone has no focus or comprehension of matters at hand. With my weapon, I vaporize many people in the area (the non-complying supervisor first, followed by all of my own absent-minded and useless “fresh out of Starfleet Academy” team members). This is another entry into the more recent recurring “shoot everything that annoys me” dream theme. I beam to my Danube-class runabout and it has a weapon of virtually unlimited power, which I do not really question the nature of. I use it to disintegrate the entire factory, followed by the entire region, with only minor thoughts of the victims of the original conspiracy all dying this way (a bit ironic, I suppose). I fly out a bit farther and then wipe out the entire planet into a large dust cloud, with only a few grains of dirt left floating about in space. I am not totally sure what I will be doing next, but will probably be reporting back to Starfleet for a failed mission…
Dream recall from today"s WBTB/naps. Dream 1(fragments): I was reading someone's dream apparently on a side that looked vaguely like DA, it was about an island and a blue dragon. Dream 2(fragment): i was talking to friends on skype. Dream 3: I wake up in bed but i am in different room. There's a collection of dragon plushies in front of the bed and some of them are a bit changing so i am dreaming, i try to phase through window but dream destabilizes and i bounce off, then it fades out.
October 12, 2013 A third-person memory A dreamsign Missed opportunity At the beach I'm standing by the road near a beach. From where I'm standing, there's a steep, rocky incline to get down to it. Along the beach to my right is an impassable wall of rock; to the left, the beach goes on forever. Now I'm down on the beach. I've come here to feed the birds, but there aren't as many birds around as I'd expected. I remember there's supposed to be somewhere nearby where there's a cabin in the water that the birds like to flock to. Now I'm inside somewhere, sitting at a table with some other people. We're trying to figure out where the cabin-in-the-water is. Someone finally figures it out: it's a nearby Crab Shack. I can see it now: it's a small building, made out of wide, dark boards, covered in strings of big Christmas lights, sitting out in the water and accessible by a 20 foot long pier. We have no desire to go there, but thinking about a restaurant has made us hungry. We try to figure out where to go. Now we're at a restaurant, looking at the menu board. We're disappointed: all the options are either incredibly cheap ($7 for the whole family, which seems questionable) or very expensive ($40+ for one plate). Now I'm sitting at a small table, looking at a "magazine." Across the pages I'm looking at are thumbnails of the other pages in the magazine. I somehow choose one of the thumbnails; now I'm looking at the full-sized page. It's a super-hero comic book / graphical novel of some sort. I'd been interested in this for a while, and I was excited to find a copy; but now that I'm looking at it, it's very revealing. I have no desire to look at this kind of material, so I close it and put it back on the table. Working for Maudia I'm at a large house meeting with a woman named Maudia. She's interested in having me do some work for her around the house. Now we're in a large tool shed, and she's showing me a drill bit that's about an inch wide and about 3 feet long. It comes with a special tool that hooks onto the drill that pushes it forwards as it drills. I ask her what she could possibly need such a large drill bit for. She explains that they needed it when they were working on some pipes. From the end with the faucet, the pipe went back into the wall for a couple of feet, then hit a 90 degree angle and went down. They needed this drill bit to go along from the faucet end and put a hole in the back of the angle piece. With the hole in place, they were able to stick a feathery something in that hung out the faucet end. It all sounded pretty strange, but it was somehow involved in a publicity stunt, so it was supposed to be strange. This is actually the second time I've met with Maudia. I first met with her a couple of months ago, and she went over her list of tasks with me then. I apologize for not getting back to her sooner, and she accepts my apology on the condition that I don't do it again. Now I'm filling a collander with water. Even though it has lots of holes, it's holding the water easily. Now the son is in the same room as I am; he just ignores me. Now Maudia's husband is talking to me about a project he wants me to work on with him. It's something to monitor the house while they're gone, and it'll involve both hands-on electronics work as well as a fair amount of programming. I ask him what kinds of alerts he wants available, and he starts out with both phone and email alerts. I explain that email is easy, but that phone alerts would have a number of additional challenges. As an alternative, I suggest both SNMP and RSS, and he approves. He also wants a nice web page to go with it. I explain that I'm a backend guy, and while I can build a web page, it'll be functional yet ugly, and that a modern second grader could probably make a better looking web page than I can. I'll design the site to be very modular so that someone else with more design skills can come along later and reskin the site without having to touch any of the logic. Now it's night, and I'm with him in the car. He's driving, I'm in the front passenger seat, and his daughter is in the back seat. She keeps tapping me on the shoulder, trying to get my attention. When I finally acknowledge her, she says she found stuff in the back seat that belongs to me, and she's been waiting to give it to me. She gives me a handful of coins and a key. I'd been given the key so I could get into the house, but then I promptly lost it. Now we're at his office building. We walk into his office, which is a large room with a single fairly large cube in the middle. He gets something - a key - from his cube, then walks over to the corner of the room. He sticks the key into a crack in the wall and pushes, revealing a secret door. I ask him about it; all he'll say is that it's a "red room," which means it's not on the blueprints. I follow him in, then close the door behind me. I become self-conscious and ask if I did the right thing, but he shushes me. He walks over to a pair of laptops on a shelf on the other side of the room. He logs into the first laptop by speaking: it recognizes his voice. He then logs into the second laptop by doing a perfect impression of his coworker's voice. Some kind of video conference is started between the two laptops. Now the room is changing around me - I think it's using holograms to appear different. It's also projecting many people - the place looks like a dinner party with people mingling and talking. No one seems to notice me. I see a few famous people walking around, including Patrick Stewart, who walks right past me. Now my host is lying on the ground, dead. Someone says that he knew that next time he threw up, he'd die, and it'd finally happened. He must have known it was coming on; that explains why he was moving so quickly tonight. Someone finds a blanket and wraps him up with finality. Now I'm back home, walking up a long driveway to a house in the woods. To the right of the entry stairs is a large hanging garden. I walk up to it and insert the key into one of the beams. Sidewalk work I'm in the office with two of my daughters. I hear some odd noises from the outside and go to the window to look. A construction crew is doing something in my front yard. Now I'm downstairs looking out the front window at what the crew is doing. I'd forgotten that, as part of the work they'd be doing, they'd have to rip up and re-pour the sidewalk leading up to the house. They're ripping up the sidewalk now and are nearly done. I'm momentarily confused when I notice that the sections they've already pulled up are already overgrown with grass, as if there had never been a sidewalk there; but I don't give it any furthe thought. To remove the old sidewalk, they first use a hammer-like tool to knock holes in the concrete, then they use a narrow white tube (looks like a piece of paper, rolled up) to deliver a blasting charge into the hole. Once they've prepared an entire segment of the sidewalk in this way, they blow it up. I realize my son would like to see this. Now I'm upstairs in his room. His bed has some kind of lid to it, and it's currently down, closing him in. I know he closed the lid because he likes to sleep where it's really dark. I open the lid and tell him he needs to come quickly if he wants to see something neat; but since he's still really groggy, I pick him up and carry him. As I pass the office, I tell the girls to come too. Now I'm back downstairs. I'm disappointed that the workers aren't outside any more. A worker lounging in one of my chairs inside says they finished a long time ago. I take my son over to the window and start to point out what they were doing so that my getting him up wasn't a complete waste. As I'm pointing things out to him, I see a fish tank near the street. Inside the tank is a doll in the act of throwing a basketball into a doll-sized basketball hoop. I remember the workers told me the kids could practice throwing a basketball if they wanted to, and I realize they meant they could use this piece of junk. I'm glad I turned the workers down and didn't get my kids' hopes up for nothing. Women at the airport At an airport, my viewpoint is following a young man who's up to no good. He goes up to a ticket booth and starts talking to a young woman inside, who is very taken with him. An older woman in the ticket booth scolds the younger woman for being too easy. She explains that any time her thoughts stop syncing properly, that she gets very excited; and that once her thoughts get back in sync, she doesn't remember any of the out-of-sync period. The older woman doesn't accept this explanation and keeps scolding her. Fragment I'm trying to find something, and I finally remember that it's in my wife's purse.
My first dream involved me being hunted by giant robots. I can't remember why they were after me, but they had chased me to this park that was surrounded by destroyed city scape. The second one I remember I have been growing horns, and I was afraid that one of my friends would find out. I was covering the horns with my hands, a hat; whatever could be used to keep them out of view.
Our plan was to meet at our tree and go to the wild west Briefly - here are the syncs we had this weekend: (above is my account and below is my daughter's) 1) - I found my daughter at the tree talking to a group of her friends, they were standing around her clearly impressed with something she had done, I talked to her - she acknowledged me but seemed to be 'somewhere else' at first I thought she was a dream character so I shook her hard and and called out her name, felt a 'power' surge through me and felt she had 'woke up' in the dream - my daughter was having a dream about giving her friend a ring she found on the floor - all of her friends were there and impressed with her generosity - she then finds herself running through a field to the tree with me conclusion - this was pretty amazing, I think I actually saw through to her as she was having a dream and pulled her out of it! 2) - I created a pink portal with her and we jumped through - my daughter dream t of creating a blue portal with me and we jumped through 3) - I find myself in the wild west, I am dressed as a cowboy standing next to my daughter, we decide to rob a bank/saloon - my daughter finds herself in the wildwest with me, we are both dressed as cowboys - we decide to rob a bank 4) - I tell my daughter to go out back and clear the place out while I start to collect money form the patrons - one puts his hand in his pocket and I think it is a gun so I shoot - but he is unharmed - my gun did not work! - my daughter tries out her gun but finds it does not work 5) - we walk out the bank and I plan to ride on some horses - but feel like I am forced to wake up - my daughter dreams we have finished at the bank so as soon as we leave we go into a portal together and arrive back at the tree - we say goodbye and wake up our dream finished at the same time again!
shared dream 13/10/13 I run to our tree and start calling out my daughter's name, I see her running to me in the distance - 'don't forget your dream guide' I shout to her A few seconds pass and then suddenly a brilliant green dragon comes swooping in out of nowhere right past me, it flies into the distance, turns, does a kind of loop the loop and swoops again past me, it is an amazing site to see. It finally lands and my daughter hops off from the back of the dragon. This is fantastic! I go toward the dragon, he is sitting straight, stone faced but calm. 'wow, so you are Illeana's dragon/dream guide?' 'yes, that is correct' his voice is deep and wise. But something is off... he didn't move his mouth when he talked! He was talking to me directly into my head. I turn to Illeana, 'your Dragon, he's talking to me telepathically - this is amazing!!' I take another closer lolok at him, his head is long, kind of beak shaped with black patches within the green. Without warning, as I am staring at the dragon his face changes, super imposed ontop, or within I see my daughter's face. wow, I guess this answers the question of where he comes from! I call out my dream guide, 'Lazo' we then both walk over to my dream guide, today he has white hair and a white beard - but is young -he seems to be albino. I give him a hug 'sorry about last time mate' I tell him, he hugs me back 'it's fine' he replies, and his reply sounds sincere. I introduce him to Illeana and then we walk into a building nearby. It is a bar, an old kind of bar - I don't stop to think while it has suddenly appeared out of nowhere next to our tree. I just follow my daughter inside -'you need to show me how to make a fireball' I tell her, I am finding it difficult to focus, things are becoming blurry - I rub my hands together and focus on a few objects in the room to stop myself from waking. There are people in the bar - who are they? 'it's just like this' Illeana replies making a movement of the fireball (like Ryu from streetfighter) but it is too fast, I could not follow, she then runs out of the building saying that we need to fight. I run after her but now I am half her size 'this makes absolutely NO sense' I tell her then wake up Illeana's dream (sync highlights): - I am flying toward the tree on my dragon, I fly around and land next to Daddy. - He talks to my dragon - we then go and say hello to Lazo, he has long brown hair and a brown beard. - I show daddy how to make a fire ball then we decide to fight (she then tells of how we have a fight using telekinetic powers (or using the force)) and we draw conclusions: It seems to me that once again we start off with a strong link - then as I started to loose focus I think I allowed my own dream (or other types of dreams) enter into the dream space. The link then started to break. So perhaps once a regular dream starts to permeate into the lucid dream the link starts to break up? We need to find a way to strengthen this link!
I think I attempted a DEILD or I may have had a DILD, it's very fuzzy. I remember nose plugging and straight away being in a gym to meet Kai Greene. I think I imagine him and he appears and walks up to me. We talk to each other and dream ends. What made it strange, is that it felt like I was in a non lucid dream through out the whole dream. I had incubated this scenario before, but somehow It didn't click with me.
Virtually no conditioning yesterday so I'm surprised I got as much as I did 4.15 AM WBTB after 5.30 7.40 AM With 2 "workmates" (DS) We try to take a short-cut back to work through a derelict building (weird = DS) I go first and drop at least one floor onto some bushes. The others clearly decide not to risk it and I spend some time searching around (DS) for them Aprox 8.30 AM I'm standing in the doorway of what was (apparently) a well-respected food establishment (looked like an ordinary house to me) I see a "well known" restauranter at the top of some stairs and she sees me and calls out my name (she looked vaguely like an East Enders character to me) I puff up with pride at being recognised (vanity, thy name is LukeSid...I might make that a dreamsign) 09.35 AM "We" are in a property with another family and I apparently consider them a threat and I'm planning to kill them...including, presumably, the young children. (violence=DS) I suspect that one young boy has an inkling about my intentions and he gives me a strange look. I think I'll plead "not guilty" because I was asleep at the time and I had no control over what my subconscious was doing (which is a sore point anyway) I presume that's " by virtue of diminished responsibility"
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