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I am in a large room where many people are gathered, where the wall I’m facing is almost entirely windows, and a forested area is visible beyond. A woman sits in a chair in the middle of the room. She is in bad health, and seems to be the center of attention. I have the impression that everyone here is family.

Through the glass of the windows, I see a shadowy figure appear. I shout at it and make gestures, trying to “catch” it. I can’t allow it to come any closer to her - although I’m quite aware that nobody else here can see it, and this probably looks pretty weird right now. Not that it’s there, in any kind of objective sense. But I can only perceive using the senses I have, and so it’s got to “be” somewhere. But whatever. I’ve just got to make it go away - that’s what’s important. I finally manage it, at which point the thing splits into two and vanishes.

It isn’t over yet, though. I see a disembodied arm very close to the glass, grabbing for a necklace. I run over and grab the arm, which is extremely hairy, and pull. I tell the others that they need to pull too, holding onto me, for it to work. I’m not sure if they’ll believe me and do it, but they do. One woman reaches out to try to feel the arm. She can touch it, as I thought she'd probably be able to, although it still isn’t visible to her. It actually seems to be working.

7.7.24


I’m in a museum with my aunt and uncle. It seems to be a museum of techno. Various displays are set up in a large, open space, but the different music playing at each one seems to be the focus rather than anything visual. The default language here seems to be German. I want to go off to explore on my own, but if my uncle also decides to go off alone, I’m not sure how my aunt will do by herself.

Later, I’m on a train. I didn’t manage to find a free seat, but I really don’t mind too much. In another part, Nina approaches me, holding a bottle of hand soap she found in the bathroom, showing me that it has some kind of punny train-related name.

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In another dream later in the night, I seem to be a university student. A group of students approaches me, having discovered that I’ve taken classes in “the French room”. They have apparently heard stories about this place and want to see it for themselves. I say I’ll take them there, although it isn’t clear to me what’s supposed to be so special about it.

I ask one young woman why everyone is so intent on going there. She gives a couple reasons, one about it being where somebody’s finger was pricked. I don’t outright realize I’m dreaming, but the fairy tale reference still makes me take notice. I realize that I need to understand what she’s saying in a symbolic way. She seems upset - so much that I ask her if she really wants to go there, when just talking about it is that bad.

28.7.24


I’m lying on a couch, reading a book. From where I am, I can hear my aunt and uncle talking downstairs. My aunt says that she’s going to drive herself to an appointment she’s made with a doctor. I don’t think she’ll follow through or get far enough to put herself in danger, but my uncle should probably hide the keys anyway. (I’m probably thinking of my grandmother and her car crash on some level.) Sure enough, I can hear him going over to the cabinet by the door and getting them out. The keys fly up over the half-wall and land somewhere soft. I get up and go find them.

In the next part I remember, I’m somewhere else - a landing, apparently in the same house. I set the keys by the top step of the stairs, where my uncle can get them again if he needs them. He’s just downstairs, and I tell him as much, then go to get changed. I’m still wearing the shirt I’ve been sleeping in. I take it off as I head back. It seems to be the only thing I’m wearing.

The setting is once again different - it seems to be a school gym. The gym leads into an enormous cavern. I recognize the cavern as mine somehow - it belongs to me, it’s my home - and just being there makes me feel more clear-headed and spacious. I can recall previous times I’ve been to this place, and I’m already acting as if I’m aware I’m dreaming, although the realization hasn’t explicitly dawned yet.

The entrance is very wide and tall, and the area inside is vast - like an entire city with a nocturnal atmosphere. In the entry area, I see a group of people, two women with a group of teenagers. They all look a little lost. I figure I should offer to help them out - although maybe I should put on some clothes first? Then again, this is a dream - I realize - and does that really matter? I decide that I’ll offer to help, and also say I’ll put on clothes if they’d prefer - and proceed to do so.

They react as if I’ve just confirmed something they suspected, and one tells me that they can get out on their own, so I go further into the cave, going over the dream-familiar areas as I pass, now flying. There are six or seven in the front area I have memories of, which I revisit mentally, one by one. But I’ve only explored a small part of what’s here.

At some point, my parents seem to be there as well, also flying. I don’t have a strong visual impression of them. There is a fire burning here - I can see more fiery areas as we go upward, through what now seems to be an unrealistically large space for an underground area. It doesn’t spread, but it’s still not safe to get too close. They now take the lead, flying ahead, further in. More memories arise of a location supposedly from an early dream of the night, also with fire - but we’re going to put that out, and that will also make one of the larger ones in the area we passed go out. This is how it has to be, I recall - they need to be the ones to do it. By the time I land, they’ve already put it out. The air is smoky now, and I’m concerned for one of the cats, T, who is now there as well.

20.8.24


I’m walking along the streets of a city at night. My long-haired Manx cat, C, is with me, keeping pace but exploring on her own as well. There are other cats around, and even a dog, so I’m keeping a close eye on her as we go.

Inside the building that’s my destination, I start to realize I’m dreaming, and I can do whatever I want (continuing from a dream even earlier in the night where I became aware but awoke soon after.) I head back out, going through a hallway. At a doorway, I pass a large Black man in a suit - he registers to me as some kind of security guard. We non-verbally acknowledge each other as I pass. Another guard stands by the door leading outside - but I decide to go up instead. It occurs to me - not fully consciously, probably at least partly because this is still a dream from early in the night - that I’m in a state of natural creativity, and so I start to hum/sing, letting the music spontaneously take shape. It’s partway between imagining it and hearing it performed - although it’s mostly instrumental, and I’m aware of the filter automation and gating that are expressed symbolically in my inflections.

Outside, it’s dark, as before, but well-lit. I’m in a plaza with a fountain in the center, and nobody else seems to be around. Where to go? Maybe to the top of the clock tower some distance away. I fly upwards, but gaining height feels too slow. I experiment with pushing off with one leg at a time as if there was something solid under me to “jump” upwards. It seems to work well.

As I rise, I notice a tall, narrow cliff ahead of me, going up even higher. Where is it leading? It seems to be narrowing out to a point towards the direction I came from. I change my mind - I’ll go there instead. I’m curious to see what might be at the very top. I turn around and rise still further until I’m hovering a little above it, almost climbing it, and then I’m at the summit. There’s nothing there, actually. How anticlimactic. The dream seems to be unstable now, and I know I have to keep moving, so I fly away, towards other spaces, but it still turns into another nonlucid dream not long afterwards.

1.9.24

Not much to report. Going to bed late. Not sleeping in. Lower recall.

Jamie 1

Just a dream Jamie had a piano tuning hammer... The same kind I bought off Amazon. Is she training to do my overflow already? The course I got certified from was piano technician academy. Btw I'm doing the Didsbury hospital piano tomorrow.

Jamie 2

A dream Jamie was with me for delivery again. We kept going up and down a busy road.

Her mood seems neither sweet nor dry. Not complaining, happy with consistency.

Sibling Storm
Clouds rush. Crush into a twisted gob of angry grey. Stash siblings safe underearth. Spin. Face the storm. Stare straight into each others scorn. Sky shifts, roars, lurches near. I fall to fear. Fear? Fear! Breath through cinched nostrils and smile. But all hope of lucid schemes is stolen by siblings wild in the wind.

I remembered two more dreams this morning and now regret not writing them down.

Cipher
Shadow mothers make shallow embrace. Filthy hands make feeble homes. My own hands can not come clean. Ring of black clogged pores clots my palm. Mother shrugs. I push out the dirt, rinse the filth away. But look now. Life lines have deformed into triangle with one hat, one tie, one blazing eye. Mother shrugs. I try scratch the cipher away. Out, damned shape. The deformation will not be undone.

September 2nd

Race and Relative
Why are we even here? The dull of the drag, the roar of the pace, the stench of the race has never been our place. From relatives, retreat. Sighted by stumpy aunt. Can't escape smug salutations she spits our way. Depart. Neath narrow rounds of steps is relatively relativeless sanctuary.

Sky Eyed
I am sharp arc of heaven. She, a splay of sheerest soul through which all is unhidden. Shapes shift and spirits drift. All dance to find the fire. Insubstantial eyes behold the bottled beast. Descend. Take up the threat again. Quench its warful thirst before it bursts. Flee back to eternity.

29/8/24 Estoy en una fiesta y veo a varias personas Le pregunto a alguien por WhatsApp algo porque quería que me hiciera un trabajo y la persona me dice que no puede voy a salir de ese lugar y veo a alguien con el uniforme de porrista de las PoMPoMs , me doy cuenta de que estoy soñando y aparezco en la casa de alguien veo a 2 personas y veo mi WhatsApp, veo el chat con la persona que hablé antes y le pregunto que si puede hacer uno de 1 x 11 meses, hago que se detengan 2 personas que están cerca mío, las veo lentamente y les cambio la apariencia, veo a 2 perros por el cuarto de pilas y saco a uno, me veo las manos y pienso en cómo hacer que el sueño dure más y me acuerdo que "moviendo las manos" el sueño dura más, las muevo circularmente

Jamie 1

A dream Jamie was talking to me. Can't remember where we were but she said, " You can tune MY piano anytime." In a seductive tone. Only she can make that sound sexy. Did she look into the earning potential if you have a full supply of customers? Girl, if you can't handle me when I'm broke, you don't deserve me when I got 60 bucks, lol. It's getting those customers is the hardest part.

Jamie 2

Sitting on a porch with Jamie. We had 3 TVs and was watching different shows. A woman was there earlier and said, pointing to Jamie, " you know that girl has BPD." Saying it as if to discourage me. That probably is the reason I haven't written her off. Those people appear narcissistic, but some aren't really. The Jamie voice even pops up in my head if I find myself on psychology and relationship tiktok. She'll say, " I'm not a narcissist. I just didn't know what I was doing/ following bad advice."

Last night: various sensing of Jamie being with me in many dreams but can't recall details. In one we were doing food delivery or something.

I'm liking her consistency

1/9/24 Estoy viajando en un vehículo y veo a un amigo, le digo que voy a ir al cumpleaños de él, aparezco en una institución educativa y paso por Generales, sigo y llego a otra parte, entro en un bus y me bajo, estoy con 2 personas que van conmigo y llegamos a otro comedor porque en Generales hay uno también, ellos tienen arroz con pollo y yo tengo hambre, pienso en devolverme para comer arroz con pollo en generales y me devuelvo pero me acuerdo que ahí también están dando arroz con pollo y voy a comer, aparezco en una casa y salgo, agarro una foto enmarcada y hago que se columpie como en la foto y hay 2 personas en la foto que se columpian, una mujer le pide a la alguien que le mande unas fotos[SPOILER][SPOILER][/SPOILER][/SPOILER]

31/8/24 Estoy en mi casa en mi cuarto, veo que una persona llega, me pide un abrigo de coopebampo que alguien le había prestado a mi mamá y vino para que se lo devuelvan, yo se lo doy, me doy cuenta de que estoy soñando y estoy en un lugar oscuro estoy en una fiesta y hay varias personas al otro lado de donde estoy porque estoy por una puerta, empiezo a flotar y veo mis manos, me acuerdo de un consejo que es para que el sueño dure más que es tocar cosas, veo a mi alrededor vasos toco esos vasos y me molestan los de la fiesta empiezo a pelear esas personas, tiro vasos a personas hasta que se enojan y se revelan le tiro un vaso a alguien y se enoja, está al frente mío, desaparezco a esa persona y peleo contra los demás, veo a Fernanfloo

Lippy
Success found in Auto Sales. It is not the success Ken and Jay desired. Next move? Be fired. Shifty hearts and shady lips smother merchandise with a million kiss prints. Sit back. Wait for the blaze.

Snappers
Water runs rare. Turtle dens bared. Pluck encrusted shells from dreams and dust. Locked in torpor, they are typed, tucked, filed. Time trips. Heaven cries. Waters rise. Entice the eyes of the sleeping to wake and thank their saviors. Instead they rage, revile, snap. The gored deliver the gorers back.

Respite
Sister begs for a scrap of respite. Though we see and feel her plight she is unpermitted all repose.

My dream priority for last night was to be immersed in healing spaces as I've caught the flu, I think.

Hypnagogic sound: A voice close to my ear slowly whispered 'Mom'.

Chimes
Riffle empty drawers, for what? Poke through empty cupboards, for what? Slink through little lightless rooms, for what? Outside, shy bells giggle. Smile and step out into the shade of a weeping tree. Leaves trembling, tinkling chimes. Inhale a thousand songs.

4th Dimension Stir Fry?
Blocks of green, white, orange, and purple hiss and stir. Some twist, deform, disappear. Reappear in a shimmering wink. Where do they go? There loops a soundtrack to accompany the languid sink into insanity. Cotton Eye Joe.

So, if I consider these dreams, I'm possibly being told I need sound nature, healing chimes, vegetables, and hillbilly music?

yet another lucid dream! i find it quite interesting that its only after stopping actively trying to lucid dream ive been able to. i was slow to journal, and thus didnt manage to record many details, but i realised i was dreaming after meeting a LD youtuber, & realising he did not prompt me to perform a reality check.
once again, this dream was quite a blurry one. ive heard that "your dreams are never blurry, its just your memory is poor", but i ca attest against that. it was blurry, and in the dream itself that frustrated me.
another interesting pattern ive realised in my dreams, is that 'my' love interests are always women, despite the majority of my partners & crushes being men. perhaps i should learn some more of the lore surrounding this dream identity?

Jamie 1

Dreamed Jesus woke me up in a false awakening. He had his hand extended, I took it and he led me to a closet. We opened it and I side was a white coffin. We Got Jamie out of the coffin.

Okay, what is it with dreaming Jamie is in a closet or locked in a box or coffin? Very common themes lately.

Jamie 2

Flash of Jamie making out with some girl.

Okay, getting tired of dreaming about that.

Last night:

Had kind of a rough night with her voice. I was thinking about the past again too much causing me to split bad. Had trouble sleeping for a while because of it. But we talked about it. Jesus wants us to give a lot of grace to one another. I'm getting there. I'm just worried if it bothers me sometimes - if we start talking again, I hope she is willing to explain some things from time to time. In order to settle the issue and move on from it quickly. I wouldn't recommend a giant discussion of the past in one sitting though. Might do more harm than good. Like we learned in school about earthquakes, better to have small quakes to alleviate the pressure instead of a giant destructive quake.

Children

Had a dream I saw something about Jamie online. She had a blog post where she had all these children. Asuka took me to her place. Jamie was there and another adult, I don't know who. Jamie was not looking at me at all. I decided to leave and at the door Jamie smiled at me. She looked tired.

Uh oh. I guess I better be more careful from now on. I think Jesus has told us both to be really careful with one another.

No dreams recalled August 28th.

This morning:

Carving
Capstones, last minute carved, all around. Invisible in a corner. Mind a flurry of light and languages. Hands a flurry of anxiety fed ingenuity. Completion. Success. Breathe once again.

Magicians
Trails of broken bodies. Voracious politicians and self seeking spellcasters are the guilty. To a train station they are tracked by detective magicians. Battle. Bullets and left glamour against the trio of wizards right. In the end the world knows none the better as politicians conjure concealing lies.

Unwoven
Caught in a cob web of tripwires woven. Some self spun. Most laid by illusions labeled love. With painfully soft caution, pace. Suddenly she slips through. Accusation. I am the spidery which kept us caught? I think not. We become unwoven. Life is lucidity.

Forgotten dream. Typed out two dreams at 1:45am but it seems I forgot to save them. Or perhaps I wrote them during a false awakening? Must remember to reality check when writing. As I wrote there was the strong sensation that I'd been lucid but could not recall the dream.
!Remembered when I started reading other dream journal posts!

Dream Maps
Ethereal rovers design four dimensional maps. Upon them we place stars where we are and where we have been. In secret slits of space and time lie dream views. They are the beyond. But our stars will not set or slip through. Strange discussions. A man, draped in centuries of stars, stands, "Share not the spells spoken in dreams. Share not the spells cast here." We vow silence. Set our stars.
-I believe this dream was born out of the envy I felt reading the dreams of someone who dreams of other dreamers. There were many dream viewsers in this space and it WAS beautiful.


Moved
Fledglings released. Beloved and I take flight. Touch nothing. Move nothing. Take nothing. Escape to fresh spaces and faces. Here the earth sighs eternal Indian summer. Hide in a single story house in which several stories secretly unfold. Sometimes windows are doors.