I am a little child, and my father, my brother and me are climbing a mountain. My father looks like Doug from King of Queens, and my brother looks like Stewie from Malcom in the middle. So we are climbing the mountain, racing who will be first. It is evening, the sun is getting red. The mountain only has green grassland. We arrive at the top, it gets harder and harder to climb. Now, the grass is rainbow-colored, and on top of the mountain is a rainbow colored tree. I get up there first, and touch the tree. "Look at this coloring, there has to be gold under this tree!" But my father says "Leave it alone, let's go down again." I and my brother run down, my brother seems to really have fun. Fuck this, my most common dream sign, and I don't get it. If I want to climb heights, or get into something really bad, a mysterious force stop me, and it gets harder and harder. I wonder if this is common. I am at an elementary school at night. I look at the door from one class, and the teacher's names are written on it. Somehow I think that those are my old elementary teachers, and get away from that class. There are some delinquents around, throwing fireworks around. I spot a little child which looks like someone I know, and try to talk to him. "Hey little one, do you happen to have a big brother called ML?" "Yea, how do you know?" "I know your brother from military, but sadly, after we dropped out, we didn't have contact with eacah other. Can you tell me where you live?" "...No, you are a stranger." "Ah, that's right. Then how about this, I will give you my telephone number, and when you get home, you tell your brother to call me, ok?2 "Alright!" He takes out a gameboy, and tells me to dictate the number. We fail a quite a number of times, but in the end, it worked out. I am surprised I got the number right in the end, and am mad that such a common dreamsign didn't strike me as odd. I am at my old neighborhood, with my brother, a friend from military, and two guys I know from highschool. They are practicing boxing, and encourage me to do it too. I try it, first against a big guy from high school. I shake my fist around, and he laughs. He shows me the place on the head which I should aim for, at the side of the head behind the eye. I try it out, and strike him exactly there. He gets pissed, but is dizzy now, and can't win anymore. I fight the other highschool guy too, and the one from the military doesn't even want to, because he is scared of me. Then I am up against my brother. He is practicing boxing (in real life), so he should be strong. I can see it in his face and stance; the other ones were nervous and irritated, but my brother stands firm and is focused. I get to hit him a few times, but his endurance is far higher than mine. I rub my eyes, and suddenly my vision drops to the ground. I stagger around, my eyes are fixed to the ground and not under my control. I drop down, stand up again, wondering what'S going on. I remember that I had this before, my eyes in real life are opened. I try to close them, and spin around, but nothing helps, I wake up.
[COLOR="red"]Lucid[/COLOR] [COLOR="blue"]Dream[/COLOR] [COLOR="silver"]Thoughts[/COLOR] [COLOR="lightblue"]Middlestate (I change this to hypnagogic, because that what it is)[/COLOR] [COLOR="silver"]This morning I woke up and remembered a dream, but I told myself let's test if I can skip to note this dream and still remember it. I didn't... I went back to sleep and had this dream. [/COLOR] [ATTACH=CONFIG]2484[/ATTACH] [COLOR="blue"]I were on a big balcony, that was made of stone. In some kind of caslte I think. Then the teenage king from Game of thrones "Lannister..." open the big door and sais something to me. I thought about this weird experience, although I wasn't lucid I was very aware of my body and choices. It almost felt like I was controling my movement, but I didn't know that I was dreaming. Weird state, because what is tricking me to believe that this was real? It was the same feeling you have when you watch a movie. You are somehow involved in it. Although this time I was controling my actions. Then I hear someone climbng on the steep mounatin next to the balcony. I look down and see a whole group of soldiers. "We are here to rescue you" they said. The one who was first grabbed my hand and all of them lose their grip and they formed a chain, like you see in movies when people almost fall down from a height. The guy below that person who held my hand held in his ankle and so on, you get the picture. When all were up they gave me climbing equipment and we climbed to the side of the castle and then down, to the grass. "Down with the king!" they yelled. Then they started to burn down houses in the village, and I shouted "Stop! What the hell are you doing?" [ATTACH=CONFIG]2483[/ATTACH] The dream transformed into the wild people from the same serie and I was now transformed into Khal Drogo! I think I associated harrassing villages with that. Now I wanted to do backflips! I ran and did a backflip to impress everyone, but on the landing I bit my lip. Everybody was chocked, although I hadn't noticed it myself until I saw their eyes direction. I got chocked, then I woke up. Cool dream thought[/COLOR] [COLOR="silver"]It felt like my dream was that vivid because I am used to the dreamy feeling. But it can just have been a coincidence, and it's weird that I didn't become lucid.[/COLOR]
Updated 09-11-2011 at 10:03 AM by 49122
I was unhappy with my teeth and believed that they had grown too long and rough so I naturally cut them as I would have done with nails under the same circumstances but I found the effect undesirable after doing one. The discovery was that we are not meant to cut our teeth. I was then discussing teeth with an expert who was telling me that not many people actually know that we have enamel on the grinding surfaces of our teeth as well. He wondered who the enamel on these surfaces belonged to. He also told me about a link between intelligence and bad teeth but I believed none of it a tore down his argument at every stage.
11 Sep 2011 We were on holiday in India and we had just arrived in a small town on a train. The train was horrible in the sense that there was no security and it was dirty and a little crowded. After arriving, we became more like native Indians than tourists. We were new to the area but living like locals. There were these special electric lanterns which cycled through three different levels of brightness. The dullest was barely enough to illuminate the ground in front of you, the middle level was bright enough to see and be seen but would not blind anyone and the brightest could illuminate everything to the horizon. I decided that I wanted to go for a walk and mum insured that she accompany me since this land was new and dangerous. My brother and father ended up coming along also. It was night time and we elected the middle brightness level. We left the village and climbed a hill to a low ridge along which ran the main road through the area. There were few cars on the road. Having crossed this road a field opened up before us. We knew that somewhere in the field was the railway line on which we had come in. We walked out into the field and came to the line. There was nothing on it so we crossed. We came to a second line and found a man stuck in the rails but left him there to die because we did not want to get caught up in his business. We continued and crossed three more lines. The was a train in the distance on the first but we crossed anyway as we had plenty of time. The second had a train much closer but I judged that we had plenty of time at the speed it was traveling so I crossed but my family waited for it to pass. The third was much closer again and I would have been hit and died if I had tripped but I still risked it and survived. There were many more but I do not remember specifics. All I know is that the trains were either packed full, dirty and old or completely empty, clean and new.
11 Sep 2011 All I remember is that I had to assimilate a word in order to understand someone and describe them. I am working to bring more details back. The assimilation of a word comes from a Barbra Streisand film which I watched before going to bed (The Owl and the Pussycat). In fact the whole concept of the dream seems to stem from this film.
10 Sep 2011 I was standing talking to the G Block group who were occupying our territory for some reason. They got angry and tried to stop me from leaving but my anger was so much that not only did I beat up M.T. who was trying to hold me is a sleeper hold, but I also stole a packet of pretzels and, having asserted my dominance, they let me keep it so I ate a few and then threw it back to them. On leaving the back fields I entered L Block from the Eastern end and became aware of something called the 'red blue zone'. There had previously been a 'red zone' and a 'blue zone' in the school and they had been exciting. Little did I know that I was already tangled up in it. I looked down corridors, into class rooms and stair wells and noticed various red and blue lights. The internal layout was all wrong. There was some incorrect and dangerous space time curvature going on and I was determined to get to the bottom of it. I came across year nine kids all wearing blue vests and holding guns. They fired at a few other year nine kids in red vests who fell. I saw Mrs T (music) come round a corner. She looked exhausted and told them to stop firing. Some of the girls had already complained that the game was evil and reminded them of what was going on in South Africa. Anyway I tried to talk to Mrs T but she told me to get out of there as quickly as I could. The blue and red light everywhere was starting to creep me out a little and I would have obliged only I now knew that the way was blocked, or rather twisted in such a way that all paths lead back to the same place or became unreasonable dead ends. Having told her that I could not get out she looked dismayed. She and the year nines had been stuck down here for a while and they did not have long left to get out. We searched every path but they kept changing and we drew a blank. There was no way out. Then it dawned upon me. We were trying to go up to get out of this underground maze but perhaps if we wanted to go up, the best path to choose would be down. We picked a downward staircase at random though Mrs T had little hope. We descended into another chamber and another chamber again and found that we could go no lower but there was a ladder in the middle of the room leading up. We looked up and there was daylight. We climbed the ladder and found our way out into the lawn between K and L blocks. I asked Mrs T to tell me everything she knew about the 'red blue zone' and she obliged. She knew everything about it except what had gone wrong, after all, she designed it... It was a maze which she had built in the school. She had used a special space time curve to make the passages confusing. The purpose was to run a team based laser skirmish type game for the year nines. What she could not figure was why the curvature kept changing such that noone could escape since the layout changed with the curvature and could not be fully explored. I asked if there was any harm in just leaving it the way it was but she said that the curvature was programmed to fade in twenty minutes and that anyone or anything left in the zone would simply be zapped out of existence. Given enough time it would be theoretically possible to map the curvature itself and predict an escape route in four dimensions but we did not have time so I began to think laterally. I asked Mrs T if she was certain that she had designed it and she said that she was. I urged her to to reconsider as it was often difficult to be sure that you had not been influenced by someone or something else but she again claimed her own guilt so I took a different tack. I asked when she had first come up with the idea and she referenced a day not very long ago. This gave me suspicions as to how quickly the technology had been developed so I asked at what point did she design the curvature and she answered that she had come up with it on the same day. My opinion was that she was either an idiot savant or she had been influenced by someone or something which had already worked it all out. I quickly modelled what I believed the curvature to be on some electromagnetic curvature modelling thing and asked her if it was correct. She was surprised and asked how I knew. I replied "lucky guess". Two problems existed with the curve I had mapped in wire like mesh things in my hands. The first problem was that the curve was identical to the natural curvatue of of time space within her brain on the day she designed it. This meant that the whole system was linked to a time before it had been designed and caused a paradox. It could not exist. The other problem was a more practical problem. The curvature of time was far too strong for the curvature of space given. The result of this was an ever changing maze of school passages. Still having just under twenty minutes to save the vast majority of year nine, Mrs T determined to reenter the zone and try to rescue them. I urged her not to, the chances of her escaping again were next to impossible but she had a duty of care so I told her to take a long string and tie it around something outside the zone such that on unwinding it would mark a path back to the entry. I hoped that this would work. I also advised her to use the method of heading down to the deepest point in an emergency though who could tell if this logic still applied. I went down into the zone with her, just a few steps and all of the claustrophobic fear returned to me instantly. I had just gone around a corner, out of sight of the entry to let her through a second door. I was supposed to hold it open for some reason though the string would have done a reasonable job of this itself. I was terrified that the zone would trick me again and that the door just out of sight around the corner which was supposed to lead to the exit would lead me somewhere else deep in the zone. I walked around the corner and back into the daylight of the school. I had started to realise that it was only a dream but that I should not wake up as these people might need my help. I was still taking it too seriously to become properly lucid but if someone had asked me if I was dreaming I would have said 'yes' most probably. I think this was because I was beginning to wake up. I woke up and that was that.
I’m in the back yard of my father’s home, and it is now adjacent to a large oval. I have some memories of both the army being nearby, and wanting to become a werewolf. It is still light outside, and I’m angry about this, because this guy is going to turn me into a werewolf, and I have to wait until it is dark. I’m really keen to become a werewolf, and I remember that it was almost a full moon last night, and that tonight will be the perfect opportunity. Whilst I’m waiting, I am at the oval across the road, and for some reason, with no RC’s to make sure, I become lucid. After a brief moment of fist pumping and shouting that I’m dreaming I realise that being lucid could ruin my chances of becoming a werewolf (evidently I’m pretty excited about the werewolf thing) so I decide I shouldn’t do anything that would jeopardise this, and take it easy on the teleporting and DBZ antics. What I do decide to do is to make a sword, as it seems like a sensible thing to do if the army should arrive. After a while of just looking at my hand, and expecting there to be a samurai sword materializing any second, I realized it wasn’t doing me any good and tried something else. I stuck out my hand, and grabbed the top bar of the fence, pretending I was holding the hilt of the sword, and that when I lifted my hand into vision, it would indeed be there. So much for that. As I lifted my hand, it was empty, and the fence was still there. The realistic feel of the fence had reminded me to stabilize however, and as I rubbed the fence and grass for a while I was once more reminded of the werewolf transformation, so taking a side-road back to the house, I became confused. Arriving in some kind of bazaar with high bare rock walls surrounding the stalls, I was joined by my ‘studies of religion’ class, and our teacher (we are presently learning about Buddhism, so it wasn’t too far of a stretch for us to take a tour of the ancient markets) and we continued through. After this, we flew (swimming in the air, and unable to get any real speed) to some kind of doctor’s (perhaps a dentist) for something organised by the school. Next door was a charity store, so I went in searching for things to use for my whisky still. From here the dream grows vague, and fades away. All I remember is something about looking through school photos of my friends on a computer.
Updated 09-11-2011 at 10:35 PM by 48673
NOTE: Please regard my guessed date for my last entry. It was somewhere more around 9/5 not 9/2. Also, I have almost no clue what the chronological order of this dream was. I woke up, and kept falling back to sleep after it, so my recalled on it is a little jacked. I'm also going to start doing what Puffin(I think it's Puffin) does. I'll use a scale to show how lucid, and how vivid my dream was. This will give you, my good readers, a better feel of what the dream was like. Here's the scale: LUCIDITY: 0-Was not a lucid dream period. 1-Very weak lucidity. Almost no control. 2-Having too many lucid downsides. Can't control well. 3-Moderate control. Too lost though. 4-Good control. Able to clearly think, and do. 5-Perfect control. Remember all tasks, no fails, etc. VIVIDNESS: 0-I can remember every detail of the dream. 1-I can recall all the important things, and some details. 2-I remember few details, but all the important things. 3-Can't recall very well, some important factors though. 4-Major events and details are too vivid, can't recall. 5-Can't recall anything but tiny unimportant details. LUCIDITY: 2 VIVIDNESS: 4 I was being head-locked by a tall African-American man, after I tried to defend my Dad. He'd taken pictures at a crime scene, so we could report it to the Police. The man saw my Dad, and got ready to lash out and hit him. I stopped his fist, and the man put me in a head lock. My Dad couldn't do anything for me now. This guy was far too strong for him. So, I now unleash a small wave of ki, and break away from the guy. He gets to come and hit me. I get in a fighting stance. "Taekwondo!" I say(Kinda pointless). I now start to beat the living hell out of the thug and my Dad comes in for the finish. I jump up onto a building by us. People are trying to break into the building, but can't seem to take down the wall. So, I use the Kamehameha on the wall, and it goes down. That's all I remember.
I remember having a lucid. I have no recall of it anymore, because I'm a dumbass and didn't type it up when I should've.
Player's Game I was in some sort of game with members called the players. Every player had different powers and a cell phone from the organization. I had been involved in some incident with one of the players who ended up dying and giving me his phone. Through a twist in the rules I had to become a player in his place. He was a good guy and had been working to win the game for a good cause and was a large target because of his powers. I had inherited his powers and since I was new and had no idea what was really going on all of the other players were trying to get me. Players received relevant news on their phone via the organization and so they all knew. I could feel that there were some who weren't coming after me and preferred to sit in the shadows while others were coming. I was in New York and the first player I noticed was a creepy guy in a long red leather trench coat with thinning scraggly hair. He kept a furrowed brow and was coming straight for me, I knew he knew what he was doing so I grabbed the phone and burst out of the apartment. Another player who was coming to get me was outside and I ran across a stone bridge over the street to escape him. The two players who were coming after me came across each other and went in to some show down while I grabbed a bag that the red trench coat guy had dropped when dodging an attack from the other player. It had four other cell phones in it. The cell phones were tokens of the players you had eliminated. So I took the bag and ran, I started trying to think of what to do next with all of these phones and what exactly my powers were. Genius Heritage I was in some kind of old largish building, like a church? There were stunning stained glass windows that let in beams of light, illuminating areas here and there. Nice evening tint to the air and little bits of dust floating int he sun beam from the windows. The stained glass windows had depictions of a family history, and the walls were covered with photos and paintings of all sorts of people, each with lines going to and from other people. There was some old man explaining to me how this was our family heritage and that everyone in the family was destined to do great things/be geniuses. While he explained I looked at the photos and sensed the stories and personalities of the people in them, as well as what kind of things they did. There were people who had wrote famous books, or started schools and chose a smaller life. While on a darker wall resided few pictures of those who had wanted power and had done horrible things to get it. The lines to and from people showed their relation to each other and who was friends with who, and who tried to stop each other. There were cool twins who were nice, and some dark haired guy who had ended up killing a lot of people, the twins worked to stop him. This was my introduction to the family, and from here on out great things would be expected of me and my story would be carved out on the walls. Cool Parking Lot With DvR, he was driving and we were trying to find a place to park in some city on the east coast (Boston?). We went in to some parking lot and there weren't many spots left so I told him that we better look elsewhere. Then he turned to me and asked if I had ever seen one of these parking lots before, when I said no he got excited and was like, 'okay watch this'. All of a sudden we were on the roof and there were other cars all parked there as well as on where the ground was. Then he drove to some ledge and space rotated again and then we were on some other surface, and again, and again. The parking garage could rotate and orient space wherever it wanted and multiple parking spots and walls and roofs could exist in the same place, but you could 'rotate' space and reach them. It made no sense but was really cool. [+]In some sort of paintball elimination challenge with DvR [+]Some interpretive African American dance. Lady ended up with no top on. I was pretty shocked but other people nodded and accepted the dance as artsy etc. talking about how it represented the destitute African women who you see on the discovery channel breast feeding. [+]At asian friend's house, his family was into kinky sexual stuff but he was normal. I tryed to act normal but his mom started doing weird stuff and I was like, "uuuuh, dude? Is your mom ok?" He said yeah and I helped him move his stuff out of the house to get ready for his dorm. [+]Dad, little sister and I are rescuing Ichigo (from bleach) from some guy who had kidnapped him to some trailer park. We pull up in the car and my Dad pulls out a shotgun and hold the sketchy redneck looking guy at gunpoint while my little sister and I run inside to grab Ichigo. [+]I was with some friends from next door. We were setting of on some journey where we would leave with absolutely nothing but the clothes on our back and go on adventures. I had my black raincoat on.
BiscuitHappyz's Dream I seem to be having a recall dry spell, and I do not have a clue why that could be. Hopefully I find out and/or recover from it soon. But I did manage to remember one fragment from last night; I was lying in my bed, on my back, with my current book, The Black Lung Captain, propped up on my chest. My black reading lamp, perched on the arch of the end of my bed behind me, lit the room with a warm, yellow light. I was paying little attention to the other details of my room, as I was actually reading the book. The text was strangely coherent, yet all the the things the booked described contradicted what it described earlier. It was as though I were reading the dream. The only thing I remember reading clearly was close the bottom of the left page of the book; 'Frey moved into the engine room and shoved Matt aside.' Of course this make no sense out of context, so in context, that would be; 'Frey, the impolite captain, moved into his ship's engine room, and shoved Matt, the assistant engineer that is not actually in the book but instead my mind put there, into a pipe, possibly hurting his spine.' It is also notable that Matt is the name of a character in another series of books much like the Black Lung Captain. That's all I remember. Interesting, methinks.
Bihon's Dream Since school started, recall's been down. ~ Nighttime. Dreamed about being in a room, a t.v. standing in front of me as I sat. It seemed to show deaths of people I knew, and at the last scene, I knew I was in a dream like state, so I forced myself up. Instead of thinking that I was already in a dream (which I was), I felt sleep paralysis so my first instinct was to try and stand up into a dream. I did, but I seemed to have entered a weird state, possibly OBE. I rose from my bed, feeling really heavy, but floating nonetheless, I couldn't move, but I was able to move my dream body into a different direction. My room was coloured with blue hues as I tried to move. I was able to move my hands and arms, they were really heavy though. I tried to feel my face, but my hand had gone through it. I tell myself to open my eyes when I had shut them from fear, instead, I opened my real eyes and awoke. ~ Morning? Dreamed about visiting my father by a shack in a beach. He was going into a mission, same as I was only a different one. The waves outside were horrible. And we talked for quite a while. The atmosphere was really light. A classmate showed me a new Sims game, wherein our characters were in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. I thought about how amazing the idea was, at some point, I thought about how I got the idea from a dream. I visited my old house back home, it looking very different. Bright lights, and everything, it seemed like a store. My grandfather was there as I hugged him tight, saying sorry. There were some cosmetics I was looking at with my cousin later. Talked with my friends. The mission still ongoing, warfare?
Date: 11/09/11 Time: - Memory Clarity: 5/10 Our class is standing in two long lines at the back of our school hall, as though we're about to put on a concert. We're not really doing much but I was trying to put my arm around the person to my left, I have no idea who it was or what gender they were or if they were even a person. Eventually after a while of doing that, some people bring in what everyone describes as 'midgets.' As they are brought in, I see that they are tiny tropical birds, all brightly coloured. They sit on the stage near us, and they have clear, human voices. I wanted to stare at them but I knew I shouldn't cause they were 'midgets'. Two people from my school then sing a duet in which they pretend to kiss - the song is essentially 'Can You See the Love Tonight'. Memory Clarity: 7/10 My brother has invited an absurd amount of people over to the house, and instead of having a party or whatever, they all simply want to sleep over. So my family room has mattresses and blankets everywhere, with people in them, and although I don't actually go there, I'm aware that my brother's room is the same deal. For some reason instead of sleeping in my room, I have to find a spot in the family room among everyone else. I see a couple of chairs with blankets on them, but when I pull back the blankets there are people sleeping there. I eventually find a spot on the floor, and watch as my brother plays a racing game with 11 of his friends. The set-up is that 6 are playing on the Xbox in the family room, and 6 are on the one in his room. My mum comes in and tells me to go to bed, but after heatedly negotiating I avoid this. I am at home, and on a whim I decide to take our Harley-Davidson motorcycle (which we dont actually have) and ride it around the neighbourhood, naked. It's late at night so I assume I won't be seen much, however unfortunately as I pull out the neighbour is returning home, and sees me, and then when I'm riding around I happen to come across almost everyone I know at various points. This dream was very frustrating as it was very vivid, and I thought it was completely real, and so I was extremely annoyed at the astronomical odds that on one night I could see so many people that I know. They were seperate too, not in a group or anything, but rather all there on their own business, unconnected. It was the kind of dream that, after I woke up, I was immensly relieved that it hadn't happened and I wasn't about to be embarrassed by everyone.
Evolventity's Dream September 10, 2011 (Regular Dream) Fell asleep at 6AM, woke up at 8AM. -My sister J* and I are walking through a dark forest with hills made of wood chips on our right. As we walk, a cute mongoose is running along side on the hills. We come to a huge hill of wood chips and logs, and we wonder if he will be able to climb the hill. The hill curves in front of the path and we have to walk upward. I hike first and try pulling J* higher. We find ourselves at a campsite after reaching the top. There is a woman in her 20s here along with a wolf she has tied to a wooden post using a rope. The wolf may be a werewolf, but seems like a common white wolf. I think I tried to re-tie or pull the wolf back to the posts and he almost ran away when the woman tied swooped in to tie him for me. (Regular Dream) -I'm standing a couple yards away from the back entrance of my Aunt N*'s house. There is a drug lord inside who has been causing me trouble. His henchmen are blocking me from passing, holding machine guns. I'm standing, stopped, looking at M*'s iPhone. The men fire their machine guns at the same time. I begin to play a machine gun sound on the phone and listen to it, comparing how similar it is to the real thing being fired right in front of me. Standing unaffected, I walk pass them. One more round is fired at the floor and bullet holes form, unlike they did on me. I walk to the back bedroom and before entering I begin a recording on the phone. I walk in finding the dealer, in his 40's, on the bed. He looked Italian, like an actor I've seen before but I don't know his name. I try to set the phone down directed towards us on a dresser. He takes the phone and I struggle to snatch it back as he cancels the recording. (Skip) M* is now present and makes a deal with the drug lord; not to do something. His sentence to obey him will remain for a year. I speak up and his time is extended over a couple thousand years. We leave in a car with J*, trying to take her home, and she wants us to make a detour. (Regular Dream) Fell asleep at 12PM, woke up at 2PM. -I'm sitting in bed with M*. The FBI or some other authority figures with computer skills is coming to retrieve the phone. I'm not sure if there was actually anything useful on the phone for them. I go through the camera roll. I find an unfamiliar picture of M* and us together, nude perhaps. give him the phone and rush to grab my laptop. I sit back down on the bed as I open it up and press the power button. Thankfully, it has already been booted so we've saved a little time. I connect the iPhone using USB and try to transfer the files. Three different windows are present and each are decreasing from time starting at 10 minutes. I realize they're not actually downloading around the 6th minute, only creating thumbnails to be viewed. I pick the right folder window and the transfer begins. (Skip) I escape with a small group of people. One of the men is cop from the anime movie "Paprika." It's night time and we are surrounded by metal cargo containers, like often seen in movies involving a chase, and only rigs can move them. Anyway, I see the Joker, from the Dark Knight, lean out from behind one. He shoots a gun several times at me. I quickly jump aside behind a cargo storage too. I see the cop across from me yielding his gun in hiding. The joker is trying to merge all parallel universes and gain total control. In order to escape him I need to find my own path and go through time. I run aside from the cargo and jump backwards, I dash through universe and time using a wormhole. I can see the universe I'm fleeing as I travel further. I'm inside of a streaking white and other multi-colored tunnel. The joker has come through, and has switched into the role of a good guy, on my side. A different entity is now chasing us as the joker controls the path through the worm hole with me tagging behind. The villain engulfs two objects, maybe even a person, and takes on a rock-like shape with an off-white egg shell color. He sinks and rises near me still trying to catch us, maybe engulf us. The scene merges into another scene where my sister J* and I are in another continuous rush, this time we are walking through SubWay restaurants. I'm only looking at the ground as we pass through each SubWay and there is never a break from the restaurant, every couple of yards we merge into a different universes version of SubWay. We sit down at a table. There are large windows facing the street and it's sunny outside. The environmental colors are vivacious. Our goal is to now return to our own universe. I look around and notice the people. The table at my right bears a 7 year old child sitting across from his 30 year old relative. However; as young as this person looks, he is actually 30 years old and the man across from him is his 7 year old son. In this universe people age backwards, taking on a younger appearance. I notice other people in the restaurant who are aged this way too. A woman comes to our table and sits. She looks 20 though she is probably 60. I tell her she is beautiful. She is in 2D and I can see through her transparent body. When I tell her she is beautiful a fractal emerges from the center of her brain, enlarging to its boundaries. I say to her "Who else is here beautiful? You're beautiful J*. Don't you think she's pretty?" She replies "Yes, I do, she is pretty" with a smile on her face. J* then forms a fractal in her 2D brain as well, and with the same compliment, another is formed inside of the previous fractals' boundaries. J* mentions she's on her period by saying "It's that time of the month" and then asking the 'girl' "Are you on that time of the month." The woman now looking near 14 years old acts confused. She doesn't know what we;re talking about. I become forgetful of the nature of this universe and the fact that it may not be my own. I ask her how old she is, thinking she may be too young to have a period. J* and I ask to see her DMV license. She doesn't know hat "DMV" is either. I ask, "You don't have vehicles here?" I look into the street and see nothing, though for a glimpse I see a set of tires rolling, as if attached to an invisible vehicle. She says "No." I look down at a frame on the table and see a red truck driving down a street. "There are cars here, She's lying" I say. She says no, we say yes, no, yes, no. We are in the wrong universe. We run.
Kumara's Dream Fragment - I was one of and/or observing some people staging scenes in one reality to play out in another reality. They/we were creating fight scenes and brainstorming ideas for illusions that would warrant a fight. (interesting little snapshot of the inner psyche)
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