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Fell asleep at: 5:00 AM

Woke up at: 2:00 PM


Dream 114: A Totally Unassuming Cult

I seem to be a spectator to the dream. I am able to feel and move my dream body while the whole of my field of view is dominated by the dream.

The dream starts out in medias res; A twenty-year- old or so girl is seeking admission into a vaguely Christian cult, and is being interviewed by two recruiters, one an old man, and one around her age. At some point, she catches onto the fact that the people running the operation are a bunch of nutjobs and that their adherents are similarly sinister. She starts to back away from the conversation, but as she does so, two kids in a little play area start pointing and yelling at her. They say something along the lines of "Witch!" and "Heretic!"

She backs away even further, and bumps up against a waist-high bookshelf. At this point, the recruiters make no compunctions about harming her.

I (As the spectator) notice a ceramic globe on top of one of the bookshelves. I yell at the girl, "The atlas! Throw the atlas at them!" I mistakenly called the globe an "atlas!" She then chucks the globe at the old guy and he goes down like a ton of bricks. Now it's just her and the younger man. They stare down each other fiercely, and I am on the edge of my seat.

This goes on for a minute, and I got bored. I draw my attention away from the dream for a second, and then...

A newspaper clipping shows up, talking about how this same girl somehow joined the psycho cult anyway. I am flabbergasted, and I yell at the dream some more.

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

Yesterday I read StaySharp's post, "The Dream Recall Compendium", and decided to try to wake up naturally after each dream with the mantra "I wake up after each dream and remember it". I am amazed by my brain and how it works because this mantra made me wake up two times tonight. I usually never remember that I wake up in the night. I went asleep 22:00 yesterday and already 23:40 I wake up with a full dream I remember! I also used his technique, "tag-book", in order to write down a key piece of the dream when I wake up so that I can remember it in the morning. I wake up 06:15 naturally which is amazing for me.

I am in an ice landscape. I have a companion. We are being bombed at. The ice melts by the bombs and we sunk into the water . We are being driven by the strong stream next to an island. My companion is emotional and talks about how he doesn't want to die. I don't remember more.

Me and my family attend a celebration party in a big black castle. I don't remember the party that much but later on I become a vampire and don't do much with the power I am given. I walk up the stairs and apparently a friend of mine, Rebecca, is killed by a vampire in a room higher up in the castle. Everyone is shocked. I walk down and meet up with my family. I say to my mother that I am a vampire and she gives me the blame for the murder. I say it wasn't me and I am seriously sad that she doesn't believe me. As we walk out of the castle a suspicious man in a black coat and vampire looking face walks by over the street and I blame him aloud, almost screaming that he killed Rebecca, he just keeps on walking with a mysterious smile. My mother doesn't believe me and as she do I run away very upset. I see a motorbike and I ride it, trying to escape my family. There are two children biking by a small grass field by Klockstapeln. I motorbike around them and almost hit one of them. I keep on biking down the steep slope by Hemköp but I suddenly ride a normal bicycle. The slope gives me an enormous amount of speed and I drive past the cars in front of me. I become aware that I would probably die if I crash so I start to break by putting my feet hard to the ground. I do a weird turn that would not work IRL down to my street. I am trying to escape my family but for some reason I bike home. I see my house and I decide to keep on biking to the water. I ride the bike without effort and come to the waters. I realize that it is school tomorrow and that I can't escape forever.

Possible recurring elements: War, ice, parties, escape, blame, fast rides/motorbikes.

Notes: I had a dream some months ago that had a landscape like in the ice dream. I also fell into the water in that dream. The party in the castle was for a very long time but I don't recall much. The feeling when my mom didn't believe me was really heartbreaking. She is always supportive and wouldn't do that in normal cases. Some weeks ago I had a dream where it was a police hunt after me. I rode a motorbike really fast, much like in this dream. Maybe the motorbike is a symbol of escape because in both dreams I escaped something with the motorbike. The bike ride felt like an eternity and the feeling of hopelessness was strong. I read some time ago that the emotion centrum in the brain is not restrained during sleep and that feeling of hopelessness I felt is a personal proof of that. Hopefully I can use those strong dream feelings to be happy in another dream.

I was across the street from my apartment at a bike shop, was going in and out of the store.

Woke up extremely tired, laid flat on my back and could feel myself going back into a dream state. My body got very stiff and it felt like I was high all over my body, the lower left part of my back started to cramp up a little bit. My body was floating upwards, it was very difficult to breath but I was breathing out of my mouth. I kept thinking I was going to be dreaming and I flew into a dream. The dream scene was over a lake with trees lining both sides and a city in the distance, the main colors were purple and orange, it felt like it was dusk. Everything was very vivid as I was flying over the lake but my vision started spinning, it would spin quickly to one side and then shift directions to the next. I tried to get a hold of the dream by clasping my hands together and rubbing them but the dream collapsed. It reopened into a zany cartoon view, the colors were mainly bright yellow and red, there was a cartoon character walking exaggerated across my view.

So I was in the house then I went outside. I went into my camper and it had become a food truck. But it was still the same people were serving others and I would wach threw the crack in the window like i was flying around in the camper and interacting from inside like using a meck without arms. My sister was coming home from the swam where she lived it was realy bad for her worse than she let on. I had come to my parents house for the weekend and so had she and we went camping hunting and stuff well dad hunted and I was just dropping in and he would talk about his meat. I am a vegetarian and my sister is somewhat as well.

Jamie dreams

First one is I get a long email or message from jamie.

Second dream is we are together overlooking a city on a porch. She is dressed fancy. I am holding her from behind. the feelings seem good.

Mall

Dream of going to a mall or something with my family. We go to a strange food court. One of the restaurants is vegetarian but you get fed based on your astrological sign. Doesn't interest me so i wind up in a chocolate shop or something. I'm craving hamburgers and stuff like that so I leave. I find no other restaurant. I walk with my family down an escalator and I wake up then.
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dead pet[/B

I had a very strange dog like pet... but it was small. It was trying to sleep on my bed. but I didn't want it there. So it tried to sleep on my electric piano. The one end of the piano fell off the stand. and the pet fell down and hit something on it's snout. it was bleeding. I didn't know what to do.

I am at Melissa’s house (though this house looks nothing like it). I’m in a larger, open living room that I think is mostly barren except for a short, wooden shelf with a larger TV on it. I think it’s off right now. The place seems somewhat dirty and doesn’t have the feeling of a home. In here is her mom, someone unfamiliar, and a guy that looks like Ryan. He has those same drug-addled features, and I instantly dislike him. I think the other is the same, and, sadly, there is something a little off about her mom too. They all seem to be arguing about something dumb, and I sense that it’s going to lead to a fight. Her mom starts talking to me for a while, but I’m eventually able to sneak away. I end up in a small kitchen with two counters, one at a diagonal to the other. Each has a sink, and I recognize the one facing the TV as the one her mom likes to use. I’m washing my hands in the other, notice I’ve left a small pool on the tan tile, and leave it there. I figure I can go this way to sneak off to Melissa’s room, and head that way. Suddenly, an old lady in a thin, pink bathrobe bursts out of a bathroom and rushes past me without a word. It startles me. Now I’ve made it to Melissa’s room (different) and notice that it’s kind of messy. She’s sitting at a desk in the corner, wearing what is either pajamas or lingerie, a matching blue set. They look like satin and lace. We start talking and I think I’m sitting or something, as she comes over, puts a leg up and pulls the bottom to the side, and I start licking her. I’ve barely started when a noise just outside the door causes her to jump back and straighten herself up at the desk again. I sit up normally, but am laughing as Brooke comes in. I don’t worry about it, as I could’ve been laughing at a joke for all she knows. There is a mirror across from me, and looking in it I move a portion of my hair along the part.




Michelle is driving me and Melissa somewhere, and she is driving terribly. She starts driving the wrong way and only us telling her causes her to realize it. The cars that were coming slow and stop for her as she reverses. Having not reversed far enough, she hits the landscaped divider and then decides to drive right over it. She makes it to the other side, but we are still going the wrong way. We eventually end up going the right way, as I notice an old fashioned sheriff car turn right in front of us. I think ‘oh god’ or something similar and hope for the best.




I am sitting in my car that is backed into the driveway. I know it is 6 am; it is light out but the sun is not up yet. The mountains glow yellow, pink, and blue. I had woken up, started listening to an early Pink Floyd show, and then came out here. I notice a larger family on the street in front of me. There are about three or four kids of different ages. All are wearing shorts and tee shirts and look happy and ready to go. They also look like they’re deciding which way to go, pointing and looking back and forth. The next thing I know, they’re walking up the lawn towards our house. I am on edge for a second, but then think they’re probably just going into the communal area. I’m now back inside and see my things on the bed where I left them. I think it’s my laptop and a dream journal. This room seems square and somewhat empty. I think about finishing the show, but Melissa is awake. Surprised, I ask if she feels awake, and she enthusiastically says yes.




I’m in a parking lot with some others. It seems dim to dark out. We are secretly going to put a sticker or two on Felicia’s car (a white car or truck?). The sticker is three words, I think, including ‘fuck’ or ‘fucking’.

I am inside what seems to be a high school. I notice that there aren’t as many people as perhaps there usually would be. There is a somewhat subdued sense of confusion, uncertainty, and unease. We have been waiting a long time for the teacher to show up, and I finally give up. I get up and walk out, calling Mom on my phone. When I ask where she’s at, she says she just got here. She asks if I see her and looking in the hallway through the window I do see her stepping out of the classroom’s doorway. I guess she’s here to teach, but I am already set on leaving. I tell her “I’m so fucking done with this.” She just resolutely says “okay.” I hang up and start walking home. I pass a driveway full of parked cars, some haphazardly, I think one even in the middle of the street. Now I have parked my car at what looks like Dad’s house. An old man walks past me, heading towards the front door. He is extremely hunched over, almost completely folded, and walking quickly with short strides on straight legs. I feel bad for doing so, but I reach for my phone to take a video. Before I can get to it, the man straightens up and starts walking normally. I am now talking with him. He looks like a generic older white man with short, white hair and somewhat bloated features. He also looks different from the man I initially saw. There is also something that is giving me odd vibes about him. Apparently he is one of my teachers, and he says that he’s grading some papers that I know are pretty old by now. He asks if mine is ‘[something] River’ and I say yes, that sounds right, but I also just think that’s the title of the text? I think he is trying to hint that mine is one of the better ones.




I am outside with a small group of unfamiliar others. We’re in what seems to be a huge tunnel with a flat and vast concrete roof. Looking up to it, I ponder its structural stability. I think of what would happen if it were to collapse right now - would any passerby notice, would we die or survive? I think that so long as Melissa is by my side I would be fine.

I’m at what seems like a high school. There are a lot of others here, and we are all by smaller openings that kind of look like shop doors and have a common area that looks like a gym or foyer. There’s going to be a competition of painting snowboards? and showing them off. These ‘snowboards’ are blank wooden pieces that are taller and wider than actual snowboards. I’m painting mine with a stealie that takes up about a third of the space (towards the top) and is backed by what looks like the night sky blending into space. Looking around, I see at least two other stealies and think that the Grateful Dead must be trendy now. The group right next to me - they look like the trendy sort - are doing one: it is a close up on the lower portion of the stealie above some thick strips of Rasta color. I watch as they pour paint onto the board, it lingers and slowly starts to spread, and then of its own accord slides perfectly into the lines. The stealie itself is far too vivid to have been painted - it looks more airbrushed. I am at the first door on the left and was assuming I’d be going first, but it turns out that I’ll be going last. It seems like these presentations are taking forever. I think there’s something about Melissa coming over after this; I’m getting impatient because this seems to be going on into the night.




I’m at a picnic style table at the bottom of a slight but fairly long hill in what seems to be a pretty barren landscape. I’m with two others (Ryan and Mom?) and eating McDonald's. I’m eating hot dogs with onions or relish and say how I always get two of them because of the deal. I think I eat a few other things, feeling very full at this point. The last thing i eat is a piece of chocolate cake. There is a waiter that comes over a few times and a comment about him being gay as he approaches (I think he is wearing very short shorts). The others get up to leave, but I want to order dessert.

I am in the room of some house. Also here is John. I am aware of the fact that he is actually not living, so I guess this must be some kind of apparition or spirit visitation. He does look somewhat different, though not his features - maybe a tiny bit transparent. His expression and demeanor are peaceful, happy, and content. We talk, and it is nice to talk to him. I express that I don’t want this to have to end, and with a grin he says that we are always able to do this.




I am working at a Starbucks with Brittney. There is a blond girl who orders an iced coffee at the counter but then never takes it. I think that this is supposed to be spiteful and/or mess us up, but I don’t see how, as she’s the one out money and without a drink. She continues hanging around and not taking the drink, though there’s no way she can’t see it. Brittney and I comment on this. The girl then ends up in an apron and working, doing dishes at a stainless steel sink. I then end up doing dishes, cognizant of how gross they feel. I scrub them with some black strap that has different sections of sponges of different coarseness. I notice that each section is labeled, I think with both a number and letter. I think we’re having a visit or inspection today.

Good lord, HOW did I not go without posting for upwards of two years? Well, stuff happened, is all I'm going to say. So let's get into this.

Fell asleep at: 3:00 AM

Woke up: 12:15 PM


Dream 113: Old Faces

Daytime; My house. The in-laws have come over, and they brought their dogs with them. A dachshund, a terrier mix, and some others I can't remember. One of the dogs, wearing a grey shirt and orange/yellow suspenders walks into my room and jumps on top of me in my bed. I play with the little guy for a while, and one of the in-laws chimes and in says that that's actually the father of all these other dogs.

I say something along the lines of, "Well, he can do whoever he wants then--" then retract that statement and I say "That came out wrong."

As I'm playing with the dog, a female DC keeps tugging at his shirt collar, for whatever reason. The dog looks mighty uncomfortable when she does that, so I tell her to stop tugging at it. The dream ends not long after.

Upon further reflection, the dog in my dream looked remarkably like another dog I had, though that one passed away not two years ago. It was nice to play with the little fella again, even if it was just a dream.

Created Monday 11 May 2020

Finally got around to doing a proper WBTB. And some results to show for it. Too bad there's a bunch of non-LD content missing...

Scrap Group 1
Repeated dreams with similar themes. Each time, I wanted some specific thing, then didn't moments later.

Dream 1 - Deadbrush Forage

Various forgotten events before this point. The visuals were slightly blurred. I was in field of very tall grass and wild overgrowth, a cloudy brown twilight sky above. Although abundant, the plantlife was terribly dehydrated, and in many cases, long dead.

After a minute of looking around, I (somehow) got aware. I tried summoning and eating a Marloss Berry, either by imagining it, or by reaching behind me, both to no effect. So, I moved on to a TOTM, the foraging one coming to mind. I sorted through the grass, but I hardly found anything, just chaff. Next, I picked some flowers, daisies, I think. Wasn't sure whether their heads and stems were edible. So, I pulled the roots in hopes of finding a starchy vegetable. A few did indeed seem to have some growths on them. Eventually, I dug out what seemed a lumpy, violet potato. It was quite large, just a few inches bigger than my outstretched hand. Well, that works for me.

I then looked towards thickets, when I noticed a large, bright purple, radish-shaped fruit growing on a branch. It looked shriveled, but probably still edible. I picked that as well.

Seemed like a good enough forage for the moment. On to sampling. But before that, there was the matter of cleaning; both products were plainly dirty. I didn't have any water in hand, let alone finding clean water in dried brushland. Nothing a Prestidigitation spell couldn't fix. With a gesture, the food was instantly rid of dirt.

Finally, chow time. I bit into the wrinkled fruit. It tasted much more bitter than expected. It retained a hint of flowery fragrance, but that really didn't improve the flavor. I was about to take another bite, but noticing a bug crawling out of a small hole made me think otherwise.

I was gonna eat the potato, but the dream collapsed too soon for me to do such.

Scrap Group 2
Unconscious transition during a Dreamwalking WILD attempt. I was in an unlit apartment building. Ruined constructions and furnishings made it apparent this place was abandoned. To the left was a stairway made from tiles. I starting climbing up, during which I noticed it had a very familiar arrangement. It then occurred to me this followed the same exact path I take during Dreamwalking, triggering awareness. But soon, something distracted me, something I thought dangerous. I ran back downstairs, only to forget why I got there, and climbed back up. Repeat again of temporary awareness, climbing up, evading a hazard, running downstairs, then loop. There were other things I did during brief moments of lucidity, but I can't recall.

All of my lucids up until this point were probably the lowest level of lucidity and lasted like 2 minutes, but this one was the most vivid yet! I psyched myself out because it was so real even though I knew it was a dream. I knew for 100% fact that this was a dream, but in the back of my mind, I was like, "But it's so real..." <--- This is what prevented me from summoning things. I got self conscious when people walked by like "Oh man what if people think I'm weird" like bro no

By observing the grass, I could tell that it had just rained. The grass was wet, and I could even make out individual droplets on each blade!

Moral of the story? Posts online about how real LDs can get will not prepare you for just how real they can get.


You have to see it firsthand. Now that I have that experience in my back pocket, It's time to pop off.

(I've had 11 LDs before this and for whatever reason it feels like my first ever LD lmao)

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

I'm walking the street to my home. I see someone next to me and I have an idéa who it is but I don't want to look because I think that would be awkward. He then says hi and I se that it is Gabriel. My old school friend who I havn't seen in a long time. He is friendly with me but doesn't talk much. I said congratulations to his mom and elder sister because I thought it was their birthdays, he says thanks. I don't know if the next dream is the same as this one, but it's further ahead on the same street.

I see my old schoolmate Leoa from the same class as Gabriel. I greet her and find her very attractive. She isn't that attractive IRL, she got some dream modifications on her face. I follow her and we talk a lot. She opens an old tree gate and I stop by the gate but climb it in order to see her and talk a little bit more. I wish I remember the conversation, it was one of the really nice feeling moments.

I'm in a place where all my old schoolmates are, it's some kind of party. I remember Olof and some random dude making out. I go to the calmer side of the house and talk with Dina and Justine. Dina makes a joke about the table but I don't understand and think she talks about the chair. I sit on the chair trying to get what the joke is about, suddenly there are big paper towel papers that's coming from all the edges of the table and I laugh to Dinas joke because now I got it.

I walked to a house and I got into an empty room. I know that I'm chased but I don't hide, just sit. The door opens and out comes a gun. It shoots me but I'm not dead. The man with the gun walks in and I think we aren't enemies after a while. I think I did some parkour outside of the house.

Possible recurring elements: Being hunted, old schoolmates, walking the streets outside my house. Pretty calm parties.

Notes: I have been hunted three nights in a row now and it's a pretty scary theme. When I walked the streets this night it was like the street feeling in my last dream when I walked to my old friend. It's funny how in my last night's dream and in this one I have encountered three different old school friends on streets outside my house. Two of them were my best friends and the girl was pretty random.

I was at the pond I was lucid I was runing over the water and was trying to learn to walk on water I could run over it as long as I was going fast enough. Lindsey went over into the pond with her car by where the coys tend to congregate. I saw my dads, dad as an 18 year old. I pulled the car out of the pond with tk. The car was going in sideways and I knew that was bad because if it fell regularly she had a greater chance of geting out un injured. So I puld the car on shore because I could. She seemed kind of upset about me pulling her out. I was then walking with dad on the highway talking about his dad and stuff we went around this blockade and under a bridge into a public park with a pool. And that is where I learned the phisics of water walking and of how Josh or the water spirits wanted to pull me down. I am pretty shure they think me one of them becaus of how I frequently breath underwater.
(So if I run I am able to basically negate weight by semi flying without aculy doing so. Like runing on sand. But when I got to the pool I put my hands on a post and tied to stand on the water I thought it would be like ice when doing so but it turned out to be more like sand where if you pushed against it, it would give. So I started to try to give to it instead kind of like spreading my weight but more in a upside down bull fashion. Like imagine your feat as points then make them circles like a plunger shape. Cone like. This is not technick but understanding of the fundamental principle behind the mechanics. ) Less lucid dream powers tend to come from this understanding.)
Later I was also fighting this guy with scalpels and scissors. He was bad I worked for the queen and was young I think I was a reincarnator and I had some people that were working with me kids mostly and I kiled most of his band before they could react. The fight with him was a stalemate until one of my people came back with his sisors and was able to cut his indestructible wepons with them.
Lucidity 2/10
Vividness 3/10
Realism 7/10

I'm in a battlefield from middle-ages but i'm the only one at my side and there are too many on the other side. Lots of trebuchets and ditches with spikes everywhere. It's midday, warm, and i'm fighting with my spear in this desert-like enviroment. I feel like i've been fighting in this war forever and want it to end. Lots of people dies in my hands and i want it to stop. "The only way to end this is to kill the head of the beast" i say and move towards a big tent. There is this strong looking female warrior and i feel like she knows who i am. She says "I was expecting you. We've changed worlds, bodies, ourselves but we've been fighting since the beginning of the time and i feel like we have to stop doing this".

At this moment i feel like running away but at the same time i feel like she's ineviteble for me and i have no choice. She starts walking towards me and a part of me wants us to unite or something both physical and mental. Like we were one and now we have to be one again but this thought is too scary for me for some reason. I just want to get away and i start running towards the ditches around the tent (yeah with the spikes in them). I kill myself.

Felt very bad when i woke up. Recorded the dream to my phone by voice recorder. Only had the courage to listen to it now (4 days later)