I am walking up to a restaurant. The exterior seems large and through the few large windows I see that it is completely empty inside. There are tables and chairs set out like normal, but there is not a single person. Now I think I’m inside and notice signs related to the restrictions and shut downs. I continue on and down some stairs, finding a completely full dining room on this lower level, making me think the signs were just a guise. I notice that everyone is dressed business casual or nicer. There is also no social distancing or any other apparent measures. I’m now sitting at a table with Alex, Melissa, and some others. The menu is Mexican, and I pick out something relatively quick, yet when the waitress comes over I’ve completely forgotten. I think I tell her this and then end up ordering the thing I wanted. I have taken a small edible and I think it’s kicking in. Everything feels slightly fuzzy and a little funnier. I laugh at small things but am not completely out of it. The food shows up and I start with my rice and beans. About halfway or so through them, I start to think there is no entrée on the plate. I then find it on the far side of the plate, a tiny, smothered burrito. I am about to start it when I notice that everyone else looks just about finished, making me a little self conscious.
I am walking up to a larger seeming store, apparently to return a bag of dog food. I notice that people entering and exiting through the foyer don’t have masks on, so I’m thinking it’s not something we have to worry about anymore. Still, I have a mask in my hand and/or pocket that I’m ready to put on. I can’t do it before I enter because of my carrying this large bag. Just a few steps into the foyer, a masked employee tells me to put on a mask. Now, I am further into the large, busy store. I’m at what looks like a hardware or even food counter and around the side of it is a place to return the bag. I walk over and set it down in front of the 2-3 indifferent male employees. Again, I don’t notice many masks. Now, I am leaving and Melissa is driving. We seem to be at the top of the hill. It is typical Nevada, yet there is something scenic about it. I think it may be that some greenery is starting to show. Melissa starts taking us the wrong way. I can see this on a map on my phone? There is a loop and had she gone the other direction we’d quickly be where we need to be, but she’s taken the long way that includes a few switchbacks. I think I mention this and it upsets her. I think this way ends up being very pretty. When we get back, I look at the map to see exactly where that was.
I am scraping my tongue with some kind of brush. It almost seems like a toothbrush, but with a bigger head. The bristles are a very hard plastic and very close together. After a scrape or two, I see that it is very effective. Despite what it has already removed, there is still a thick layer of bright green gunk on my whole tongue. Melissa is here and I either tell her or think to myself that I don’t want her to look.
I am in Brittney’s new place (it doesn’t really look like her new place), with Melissa. It seems dim either outside or in here. Right now, it’s just Melissa and me in the living room, and I don’t see Brittney. The living room is long and narrow, including a couch, tv, fireplace, and sliding door at its end. Each is staggered to give an illusion of multiple areas within the one. I tell Melissa that I like this, but she doesn’t seem to be listening too closely. I get up and, thinking that was all of the apartment, discover a new space. It is seen only from the kitchen and is another small living room with a bedroom at each end. It doesn’t have much décor but does have some random things on the floor. Now, we are about to go somewhere. I am outside, down by the pool. There is a deep washing machine inset in the ground, through which I am looking for shorts to put on because it’s going to be warm out. The clothes seem damp, and I toss them into the empty pool as I go. Once I’m almost all the way through, it occurs to me that it made no sense to throw them all in there. I consider spreading them out a bit so they’ll dry? Now I am by a larger, black truck. It seems to only have two front seats, one of which is just a space and not a seat. I don’t think I see a steering wheel. I think this truck is either Russian or belongs to a Russian, but I refer to it as Ivan something in my head. I am now driving the truck. It is dark out and the truck seems more normal inside. On the display screen I see a text pop up, someone asking if I’m on my way. There is an option on the bottom to change the language.
First entry this year - first proper lucid dream in the last 6 months (well, there also was one last week I may or may not write about later as it was so confusing). Slept for about 4 hours, woke up and couldn't fall back asleep for a long time. Set some intention to lucid dream during this as I knew it would increase my chances. When I finally got to sleep again, a confusing mess of dreams ensued...One was a false awakening I didn't recognize. I got up feeling extremely groggy with a very limited control over my actions and emotions. I tried to communicate my strange state to the dream characters a.k.a. my family but words were just as hard to use. At some point I woke up again, now with a far clearer head. Everything seemed normal and I was certain of being awake now, but with the memory of the false awakening that just occured I wanted to make absolutely sure with a reality check. So I pinched my nose and took a breath. Wait a moment, this is not how this should work. This means....I'm dreaming still! Almost immediately all perceived gravity vanished and I began floating around the house. There were again some family members there but they didn't seem to care about my new form of moving around. Instead they were talking loudly about every-day stuff. I ignored them. When I got to a window I simply floated through it. But when I wanted to fly higher there again was the ceiling above me and I was back inside. At first I wanted to leave through the roof now but didn't feel quite sure about that so I chose to use the window again. Suddenly I was back outside. The dream environment was certainly somewhat unstable. Anyway, I didn't have a particular plan for this lucid dream and so I just kept flying (far better than walking in my opinion ;) ) to see where it would take me. I made my way through the well-known neighborhood, once again admiring the detail of my mind's creation, also looking for differences to waking reality. Of course there were some, but while in the dream I was quite oblivious to these. Then, I got to a forest and reassessed what I wanted to do. I found a path getting narrower in the distance and a thought crossed my mind: If I follow this path to its end I'll meet my embodied subconscious there. Before I could even set out though, the dream just fell apart and left me wide awake.
9th June 2021 Fragment (5:30): I'm in an office building. It's day time and there's lots of light coming through a skylight. At different points I'm different people. It's quite busy here. Something about making a breaded fried chicken enterprise (i.e. a joint business) and physically half making it and the other half being bought from a unique source. I remember myself scraping some chicken off one of our blue kitchen plates into something else, like for cooking. Scraps (10:00): (Several dream sequences but recall fragmented.) One sequence about Q? Another bit near the end of a dream, I'm walking through some kind of cavern. It's dark but I might have some kind of light source. Someone else is here with me, following me? I am looking for something, an exit maybe. The cavern is not straight or flat at any point. I walk past corpses on or next to mattresses. Maybe some are alive, but either way, they're related to some previous part of the dream. I think I was trying to lead a bunch of people and they didn't like my ideas or what I was doing, which was why I ended up in the caverns. Something about shooting some objects with H, but not sure what we used. Some kind of explosions were supposed to happen from the objects being shot. Notes: - I went to the bathroom and got back in bed with a WBTB intent after the first recalled fragment. - I went to bed at night with intents about lucidity and waking up in the middle of the night.
I'm not going to add this to my count as this wasn't a proper LD but man... This is the sort of thing I want to talk about but no one seems to understand or relate to. My LD count has been low lately. Probably most due to my horrible sleep schedule and busy life right now. Not sure it will ever slow down. Given what happened last night, I might just need a bit more focus and some regular WBTB to over come my dry spell. Anyway, once again, it was within the first 30-60 min of sleep. I found myself in a familiar dream state where I struggle to move. It wasn't long until I realize I was transitioning to OBE/dream state. At some point I just laugh out loud. My voice sounded hoarse and strange. I say, "Ok. I give up." I relax and then things get so amazingly trippy its hard to describe. Of course, I get the usual vibrations but just in my arms and hands this time. My body begins to have a floating sensation and I drift around a jumbled up visual field. I try to let the dream form but as it does I keep getting visual overlays of random things (shapes and textures) and I cant seem to get my body to grip to anything solid. The entire time I have audio distortions very similar to the times that I used to trip on mushrooms. There was a deep, wet, squishy, liquid sound with high pitch tones going up and down. Very cool, familiar and trippy. It's all so hard to describe but I really enjoy the hell out of this kind of thing and it all happened naturally. Unfortunately, it only lasted about a minute or two before I woke up but I'm glad I was able to remember it so clearly. By the way this so of thing has been happening off and on for a few months. Mostly they are junk dreams, or pre dreams, early stages of sleep that I become aware in. Most of them are not that interesting. I should probably start trying to wake back to bed and take advantage or whatever is going on with me lately. Maybe it's just mild sleep deprivation and nothing really special...
With Adam F at the school dance with hot pink lights in pozen, bleachers on both sides, crowded with people at 2am. We're standing and swaying and he's looking at my sketchbook for some reason. "you can look at it with me if you want" he says. There's an unspoken sense of aggression. He lowers it down a foot for me, as if I'm really short. He says something and I respond by saying this is exhausting--the standing, constant shuffling, showing your work and the small talk--but then I hope he doesn't think I'm talking about him specifically. but I don't backtrack, and instead start putting extra effort into my body language to make up for the perceived slight. I think it's going well. He is commenting thoughtfully on the pieces and it seems like he might be into art. and then he points to something and turns the book towards me to show me, and brings his body really close to mine. I thought he had a girlfriend And looks down and the top of his head brushes mine and I look up and I can smell him and see the beads of sweat on his red hot face in the deep pink colored room And he comes back and forth in and out, swaying with me a bit aggressively and he never makes eye contact once while doing this. EVER. In a coy way. but he knows I am so turned on and he starts saying really douchey things while he towers over me and practically presses his chest into my face, and my knees are jelly and the smell of his cologne fills my nose and he starts saying really awful things and there's a page of my art with a female character, and he gets closer and starts spitting and drooling on what I made and it soaks the page enough to warp it and there is a thick webbed pattern of warm viscous saliva dripping from it into my hand now, and he smiles and stares directly into my eyes for the first time and tells me how he would love to blow a hot load all over her and I feel my face is white like I'm going to throw up and he walks away slowly and casually as if I wasn't there and slams the book shut in his hands, then drops it casually and it hits the floor heavy like the slam of a metal door and makes me jump and curls my lip, and I see the pages crumble in on themselves and my head feels dizzy and hollow, like it's floating away from my body and I don't want to try to move because I know I'll throw up but some short girl comes and takes my hand with her soft one another one asks if I want to call 911 but I say no no no but I'm glad someone else saw and asked, and the first girl leads me gently out of pozen into the warm hallway. I feel like I was traumatized but I don't know why that did it, maybe because I didn't expect it from him. Or the anxious bad part of me did, but he tricked the good side of me into giving him the benefit of the doubt and lowering my guard. I'm sitting down under an old dark wooden table in the pozen hallway looking at my crosslegged feet and someone else asks if I'm okay, and I look at the girl who helped me. She's under here with me She looks like Becca K, with a modest tan jacket on And for some reason she dissapears and I go back into pozen looking for her.
I'm playing football with Gabriel and Albin and some other people that all are immigrants outside. It reminds me of my old school. Gabriel is on the opposite team and touches the ball with his hand which makes it so that we get a free kick. A person from our team quickly shoots the ball but misses. After some time another person touches the ball with his hand which makes it so that we get another free kick. I am able to kick it but decides to give it away since I feel that it is going to go bad. After some time a person from my team makes an impossible shot. He shoots with the outside of his foot and get a really good spin that makes it so that the ball turns right mid air and goes in the right lower part of the goal. Some kind of magic is present that lets me do something evil against a person but I don't remember what it was. Notes: Yesterday I thought about how I wanted to play some sports but that I have to wait until I meet some friends I can play with. I'm on an airship around a round table with some other older people. They discuss a plan that I am a part of. I'm outside the airship and looking out. I'm riding a cart on a rail in a dark tunnle with some other people in my age. We arrive in a dark old room that is made of old wood. There are now about 4 other people in my age and my chemistry teacher. There are some levers that I test out. When I turn one on a rail system is changed above us. There are several railtracks that we can use but only one is the right path. I'm flying with a woman in the sky. The clouds are pink and I try to enjoy but a constant worry is hanging over me. Notes: My mood has been fluctuating a lot recently. I'm talking with mom in the guest room.
Updated 06-08-2021 at 10:15 AM by 97565
Just one dream with Jamie in it. She seemed to be giving me a serious talk. But I don't remember what it was about...
7th June 2021 Fragment: At some version of my current home. Through the office window, I see a flatbed trailer with organ and piano consoles on it. It implies the room is actually at ground floor. I am excited when I see a lady playing on the consoles as I approach the window. I go out of the room and call H to come and see; he comes with me to the room to look but now she's actually in the room, which seems to have expanded in width. I try to get her attention but she's focused on her playing and she's wearing headphones but eventually realises and we say hello to each other and so on. She then talks to H about something, she seems happy or content, smiling at us a lot. There was more to this dream but I cannot recall it now. Dream: In a city, I'm by a body of water. I enter a skyscraper building located here. It's empty of people but has automated systems in place and is not abandoned. Sliding doors open automatically and I enter a huge ground floor lobby. The building heavily features tinted glass and there's a blood red colour scheme which on some level I really enjoy. There's a sunset, but I don't see it directly, just its effect of light and shadow length. In the lobby, I nervously but excitedly approach a lift entrance, the doors slide open immediately as I get close. There's a console in this bit which isn't the actual elevator yet, I use a password "number3" and I'm relieved when it works. Another set of doors, like mall lift doors but sort of like blast doors, slide open and I enter the lift proper now. It quickly takes me up to the top of the building or something, an off-limits area. I exit the lift and enter a sealed room with no windows, some glass sliding doors opening as I walk in, into a second room that really didn't require that separation by the glass doors. The colour scheme remains the same. I know I'm trespassing and fear being caught, but I revel in the fact there's nobody around. I use the same password as before at a computer terminal at the end of the room, it's in a sort of alcove and it's a touch-screen which had sort of flipped itself around towards me. The terminal grants me access to lots of things, but I'm not sure what. I return to this dream location through the exact same process later on in the dream, but when I do, I arrive at the building in H's van and am talking to him over the phone. I remember another part in-between the two times at the building, in the middle of the city instead. I hear a group of guys talking trash. One guy says he listens to people's life stories of things gone horribly wrong or traumatic events and then he himself manipulates people by copying these stories and pretending they actually happened to him even though they didn't. Eventually, feeling I heard enough, I feel angry and come out around the corner I was listening from. I walk towards where his voice was, but now there's nobody there, even though I remember seeing them just before. I'm still charged with the emotion and don't stop myself from having a go at him verbally, even if he's not there anymore. Suddenly I take notice of and become distracted by some buildings that are here in front of me. They're very concrete-like, bare, no windows, like they're half-finished but in the dream I feel they are more half-abandoned. I enter one to my right, it goes further than it looked like it would and feels like I'm sort of walking into an industrial area. I go up a low incline concrete ramp. Here, I see an alien egg and shoot at it with something which makes it burst and then something scurries out but I somehow capture it at a distance using something else. Ahead, there are more eggs and I have a proximity scanner (not unlike in Alien). I shoot these eggs and they all burst in a sequence, again crawling facehugger things come out and I try to capture them all, only just managing to do so. I was concerned that if they got away there would be too many drones (I remember imagining this). Scraps: Mom, dad and T. I'm getting a drink and talking to dad, in a kitchen that looked like it was part of some hotel rooms I remember us staying in when I was a kid. Some other dream involving M/M themes or something. A different dream where someone was commenting that my junk was too visible through my clothes, I felt resentment at the comment as I felt it was not in my control. Quick Edited Notes: - Re-reading the main dream I realised that it's somewhat unlike most of my more recent dreams, which to my memory seem much more emotionally neutral. - Alien related theme probably came from recently watching some of that stuff again. The link with concrete doesn't seem clear but the concrete in itself may relate to both emotional states (or lack of) and my own view of my own art at times (unable to depict emotion); Alien has a direct link to Giger for me and therefore to a specific style of surrealist art, too.
Updated 06-08-2021 at 01:52 AM by 95293 (added notes)
Dream From Dec 5 '19: it is late afternoon, possibly a cloud blocking the sun. the location is Mitchell Street, out the front of the old Westdale house. not sure i have stepped out of the house, to be outside, or am already outside. so i step onto Mitchell Street, onto the south of it. Eli L, from church, and possibly one other male, is with me. not sure i do from a standing start, or take a couple of steps, but i do take off from the ground, and begin floating, in a reclined posture. i go east, towards Evans Street. Eli smiles, or even laughs, as he tries to do the same. the other guy walks on the road, below us, with us. my ability to float, seems quite easy. i get to Evans Street, and then turn right and go south along it. Eli and the other guy, seem to disappear from the dream, when i get to Evans Street. as i go along Evans Street, a woman sees what i am doing, and is somewhat excited, or enthralled that i am capable of floating. she briefly walks with me, for about one or two metres. i don't know her, or see much of her. then Paul sees me. i float close to him, as he walks with me as well. im floating high enough off the ground, that i would have to go a little lower to be able to stand on the road. thats something i don't do. Paul is with me for what seems to be more than a couple of minutes. initially he touches my right hip, with his shoulder, or with his hand. thats ok, im fine with that. thats probably because he has not seen me float. or he touches my leg, or my torso. its certainly not inappropriate. he does it again, and then possibly a third. i ask him to stop it, and then try to keep a small gap between us so he doesn't do it again. he does stop it, and then i have to forgive him for doing so. and then he has his left arm, stretched out in front of him. despite floating close to him, i want to stay away from him, so that we don't touch. and then have to forgive him, yet again. his facial expression is a tad serious, or that of deadpan. i also have to "scoop" with my hands, to keep floating, and go from one side of Evans to the other and back again, to stay afloat. then Paul disappears as well. thats a relief. then, at about where the house is, where that Luke N lived, i see another woman, on the road below me. she looks like the woman from the Woolies xmas add, who picks a piece of fruit from the tree. she is also excited to see me floating. she is keen to join me, albeit that she walks. my floating continues for a little bit longer and then seems to end. i don't even get close to Gunnedah Road. well, i may still be floating, when i see a piece of paper, with "cells" on it, like that of an excel spreadsheet. it must be an a4 page, with three folds in it, horizontal. not sure the number of cells, but they are coloured, and have an alternating pattern. there are grey cells, and yellow cells. there are some words, and numbers in the cells, which have been typed. and not that i require permission to float, which i don't, but the impression that i get, looking at the paper, is something to do with permission, for something. and i do see something about L23 printed in one of the cells. apparently i have to put my signature somewhere on the piece of paper, which i don't. well, i don't get to do so before the dream end. this may be about me being a "floater" in dreams. any comments or questions ?
I had finally been allowed to come over to Edynn's house. I said hi to everyone and had conversations with them about all kinds of things, and then I went to her bedroom where I accidentally ruined a game her and a lot of her new friends played. The next day she explained what I did, and I apologized profusely. She was very understanding. For some reason that lead us to her showing me the afterlife temporarily. She took me there and showed me everything there was to see, including a women's weightlifting and bodybuilding room that made even the act of walking a workout, and a grocery store where extremely exotic instruments and other items were available. I eventually lost her in the store but found my way to a place for masculine women, where I found maddy. I had to remind her of who I was because of how long it had been, and she asked if anyone knew my deadname around here and I told her no. I then asked her if I was actually dead and in the future since everyone I have ever known was present here. I then looked at a portable interface of significant cultural/historical events that happened since I was transported here and one of them said this: - The Crisis of Wrent (2021) The afterlife was very similar to a school campus in design, with brick walls and blue doors with signs on them.
Dream From Aug 12 '19: the location is that of a pub-like place, like that of Crown and Anchor, or even the Sydney Junction Hotel. i'm already standing at the counter. i look to my left, at the woman who is at the counter. her arms are up, at the tap of one of the drinks, as she pours a drink. further to my left, is the kitchen. she is wearing, a shirt of some sort. anyway, i ask her, about one of the other young women who works there. i'm there to enquire about a woman who works there. i don't know her name but i have seen her there before. is she there today, does she work there at all? the woman at the counter seems a bit, disinterested in wanting to answer my questions. although i have a dry throat, its not because of her attitude or vibe towards me. i do need a drink regardless. i don't get a drink. the young woman doesn't answer my question. and the other women staff who are there, don't really seem interested either. as for who the woman is, whom i'm asking about, i don't know who she is. she could be like that Nisa woman i spoke to at 3 bears that time. well, i don't get anywhere with my enquiry. then the dream ends. any comments or questions ?
Dream From Aug 8 '19: the location or setting is that of inside an elevator. where this elevator is, in regards to a building, i have no idea. i step into it, and pressed 52, for floor 52. and i press that number, not giving it any thought. another male is with me, (possibly Matt H) apparently the elevator is see - through, because i look down at the floor, and can see it going up the shaft. thats not alarming at all. it travels fast, from ground floor to the floor i want to get out at. thats rather incredible. other people do get in the elevator and get out at the floor level they press for. the elevator slows down enough, that people can get out, without the elevator not actually stopping. then i get out at level 52. oh, the lift is doorless. well, i get out via the left side of the lift, which, as it turns out, is to my right. i was standing with my back to the wall of this lift, but then again, which side, is the front? as i get out, i climb over a wooden handrail of some steps. well, apart from climbing over the handrail, i certainly got out, the incorrect side. plus, there was a computer desk there as well. and i see that my mate got out the other side, to join some other folks. so, i quickly get back in, before the elevator takes off. the lift goes down, and then back up, and i get back out, again at 52. this time, i get out the other side. again i have to climb over the handrail. and then i can join those folks for a music course. the female teacher apparently forgot about me being part of this group, but she is glad i'm there all the same. yeah, great, good for her. i have no idea who she is. she does ask me, did i watch a show on telly, as prep for the class/subject. and i have no idea what the show is either. well no i haven't. a few of the others haven't either. well, i did try to watch the show, but couldn't because of time (too late at night or something like that). then a piece of white a4 paper, is handed to me by her, or handed to me by one of the other folks. she asks me about the treble cleft and what it does. i speak my answer (whatever it is i say). sometime after that the dream ends. any comments or questions ?
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