Non-dream stuff - Woke up at 8:20 or so with my alarm, waking up from a non-lucid, sweating. Slept some more and woke up again around 2 hours later with one or two non-lucids. Dream 1: I was living in a house with my partner (H); I remember it had a ground floor and a first floor. It was day time, and sunny. One of our neighbours was a couple, a man and a woman, who had two kids, two boys I think. One of those boys started to "accuse" me of looking at him, when I hadn't been; this went on for a while in the dream and the parents themselves didn't seem that interested... Later on, this boy, the younger of the two I think, started messing around and eventually he tried to get into our house for some reason or something. I decided we should catch him and make him calm down and explain his problems. I waited for him to be on top of our wall or fence or something and then when he couldn't see me I'd grabbed him by the legs and took him in and told him to calm down, as he was obviously upset now. I asked him why he was being left here when his parents were gone and he wasn't sure; and he said that sometimes when his parents were at home he wasn't allowed in and he could hear "pumping" noises? I understood the implied meaning of this in the dream to be his parents having sex. I remember as soon as he calmed down and started to explain his problems I was a lot less tense too, as I hadn't wanted him to get away without an explanation for his previous behaviour at the very least. Seems I can't remember any more detail for this dream. Dream 2: In a square-ish L shape room. The negative shape of the L (so, a smaller square area) was a vertical section of some sort. This looked it was all part of some sort of facility. There was a glass sliding door that would lead into a corridor. Next to the door were many armed guards, standing in a formation, they looked like stormtroopers but some with no helmets on. By the glass around the inner part of the L, facing into the vertical section, was a woman. I can't remember what she looked like exactly but I remember something about her breasts being inflated, but then not. She was the DNA source for those clone troopers or something? But I was too or something. I remember suggesting an idea to her that perhaps we could change her DNA a bit further, as it was ironic that the troopers were infertile and they couldn't procreate with her. Then I remember saying or thinking something about the fact that she could give birth to our genetically modified humans as a surrogate, rather than them being grown in wherever they were grown. There was a lot more detail to this dream, but I've forgotten it. Dream 3: The last dream, like the rest was quite long but I only remember the last portion... I remember being in a shop, then outside at a pier... I was in Australia or something? I needed to take a boat to Europe or the Middle-East. I remember seeing a world map, but oddly Africa seemed to be missing. The boat and some other things looked a bit cartoony somehow. The captain was the owner and they were struggling financially or something so I bought the boat really cheap off him and then I had to get some things ready and then someone else was captain of the boat and I bought it off them again as for some reason it was sinking and buying it stopped it... Eventually I got on and there was some sort of transition. I remember seeing the map again. The next place, in someone's house. It was like a holiday house that was let to people. I looked around for others but couldn't find anyone. It was day and I could see sunlight come through windows, but the windows themselves looked too bright (nothing but white past them). I found some food and drinks, all prepared, for guests like myself, but I didn't take any. I looked around more for someone else and eventually entered this darker, tiny, kitchen. There was a door to the outside and it didn't look so sunny but it was still day. The door was open and there was a woman standing there with a slightly grumpy look on her face. In the kitchen was a man, about my age. He started talking to me and commenting about the house or something, and then all of a sudden he said "oh you've got a bit of a zapper there" or something like that, referring to the fact that he could see my junk poking in my pants, which incidentally were my sweatpants. I apologised and said that this just sometimes happened and I couldn't control it (and in fact I expected him to understand since he was a man), but I got the feeling he brought it up more to antagonise his wife or girlfriend standing outside. I took a pair of my compression gloves out of my left pocket and said to him "look, maybe these were also contributing", as my gloves felt quite bulgy inside the pocket previously. Oddly, I can't remember what happened to the gloves, and it's the first time they've appeared in a dream since I've had them. Then some transition. I was outdoors with this guy. In some city in the US. There was nobody else here initially. I had an interface overlay in my vision, reminded me of the game Boundless and the flooring looked like a specific block-type from the game and I was inspecting it. The floor looked like limestone cobbles. Then he went in a direction and I followed him; he was saying something to me when we got to the top of a slope/stairs bit though I don't remember what. I saw a church and then to its left there was a castle. There were more people here. I remember a couple of cars and a bald man with sunglasses on, inspecting someone's papers. The castle bit looked newer, and I asked about it and the guy said they had no old pictures or plans of it so it was rebuilt from imagination or whatever. There was an older castle/church part that had a big glass pane, and inside was a British flag like the one found on planes (the circle with 3 colours). I thought of asking the guy about it but then ended up not and just thought it was interesting. Rest of details lost. Some notes: The dream with the boy reminds me now a bit of a type of novel that I hear sometimes where someone express their troubles by causing troubles, sometimes at someone else's dear expense.In waking life one neighbour on the other side of the street does sometimes leave their two boys outside, when they're going out, which I don't think is good, and I think this first dream was related to this.I was happy that the boy confessed his troubles as in the dream I then felt like I could do something about it. I think I remember getting on the phone with the police actually, I think when I first grabbed the boy, because I was concerned that his parents were neglecting him.In the second dream there was some residual context from STRAFE, mostly with the layout and stuff like that.The woman wasn't anyone I know in particular nor did she look like anyone I've seen really, but I think she had a ponytail.In the third dream, the guy's presence felt a bit odd all the way throughout. It felt like there was a sinister subtext, although he did seem friendly enough...I might do a bonus image for the second dream, for the layout. Scoring: + Previous score: 65.5 + This DJ entry score (breakdown below): 8.0 ++ Recall a non-lucid dream * 3: 3.0 ++ Help someone in need: 1.0 (the boy; although my tactic was a bit too aggressive, it seemed to get him talking which I think was very important) ++ Buy something * 2: 2.0 (the boat, twice...) ++ Invent something that's never been heard of before: 2.0 (the DNA altered surrogacy procedure thing) = Total score thus far: 73.5
Last night I got lucid and made the standard, frantic effort to harness the moment to some purpose. Upon waking I neglected to journal and subsequently forgot the dream's content.
Created Saturday 03 November 2018 Got that WILD to note, along with a fragment or two. Dream 1 - Seated WILD The visuals were dim, and fluctuated between blurriness and some clarity. WILD transition during seated meditation (that's a first for me). My body felt especially (perhaps disturbingly) numb and light, but also quite weak. I mostly just preoccupied myself with looking around at my surroundings. After a few minutes of moving around, I'd get reanchored back to the seat. There was one point where I'd warped outside into an eerie courtyard, but only briefly. At other moments, I floated around the house, but couldn't keep up in the air for long. I made several attempts at calling my guide, without success. Ditto at summoning a tortoise, my laptop (which I'd completely forgotten was only a few feet away!), and even at projecting myself outward to another's dream. In one of the final instances, I crawled back to bed, just to see what would occur if I 'slept'. Of course, I just got reanchored in the seat a minute later. Eventually, I stirred, and awakened. Scrap Group 1 At a hotel with family. Cut to a Law-and-Order-inspired animated movie. This even had voice clips from Jerry Orbach, lines that were supposedly recorded years before in a related project just before he'd died. Cooking at home. Unlike in real life, the front left burner actually worked. I only casually questioned as much.
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Morning of November 3, 2018. Saturday. Dream #: 18,947-02. Reading time (optimized): 2 min. I enter my dream in a very unusual way for a morning dream. The process is so slow that I am hardly aware of the distinction between my waking thoughts and the dreamscape slowly coming into existence. (This usually only occurs in the first stage of a sleep cycle.) My conscious self identity remains fully aware. I walk into an isolated area that looks like a construction site with minimal detail. I decide to find Zsuzsanna (even though she is physically close to me in reality). There is a trailer home oriented lengthwise in the middle of a dirt road. I walk around to the other side, deciding that she will be in it. The door is too small for me to go into the structure, so I mentally will the whole wall to vanish. After she comes out, I stand with Zsuzsanna, kissing her. My state of apex lucidity is slightly glitchy. Although it is otherwise very realistic, her face glows at times and seems transparent. There is a curious quivering effect. Later, I start to throw knives at random unknown people whom I see as intruding into my dream space. They mostly go into chests and sometimes heads. There is no blood or gore. I eventually reach a point where the setting solidifies to where I am looking at a window screen (liminal space divider). It now seems to be dark out. I cannot believe how perfect and even the screen is. It defies my imagination with its evenness and perfections and remains stable until I wake. I try to create a monster to come up (to whatever building I am in) from the other side of the screen - to press its face against it. I imagine an ugly gargoyle coming up to the screen from the darkness outside. There is no change in the window or the screen’s detail. The screen remains perfect, and no monster ever appears. I get annoyed, trying to force my imagination as much as I can to come up with the ugliest monster possible, and start growling loudly to encourage the process. Nothing happens. I continue to make loud growling sounds while anticipating the appearance of a horrifying creature. Nothing appears. I realize my conscious self identity is too integrated within the dream state to allow something implausible to manifest at this point. If I were less lucid, I would probably have more dream control. A window screen represents the essence of the preconscious function (reticular activating system), so ultimately it is pointless to bring something imaginary from the other side of it. I have absentmindedly attempted this in many past dreams without success. The part with the knives seemingly stems from Zsuzsanna looking at a Deadpool knife block recently, but she had not told me about it. (They were in his head.) At least one dream per sleep cycle is telepathic (for lack of a better word), often with more precise detail depending on the nature of the feature or event.
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Non-dream stuff - Woke up around 10:00, with one non-lucid sort of fresh in memory but all the detail quickly went away on waking, somehow. Dream fragment: This was from the end of the dream. Game-like reality; "playing" with someone else in a co-operative mode and in some underground sand or clay tunnels or something. The tunnels lead into a big chamber, dark. There was some sort of well at the centre. A stone colossus came towards us from the opposite side of the room and we backtracked a bit. In the dream I remember telling the other person the colossus was made of obsidian and we wouldn't be able to attack it in this form and that it would turn into black steel for a few minutes at a time every so often and we'd have to try and attack then... The colossus came into the tunnels/halls but I ended up darting past and into the chamber with the well; I jumped into the well, partly by accident as I meant to go across the room where there seemed to be a portal or some brightness. It was completely dark underwater and I soon "died" in a game-like fashion. The view changed and the camera panned out; I could hear a boss give a monologue which I don't remember in any detail, and I partly remember him asking "how did you get here? vaulted over the walls? exploited some location?" and other questions to that effect. Couple of notes: The dream location and situation here at the end reminded me of the game Necropolis.The stone colossus was similar to Anubisath, a boss in the original World of Warcraft. Scoring: + Previous score: 65.0 + This DJ entry score (breakdown below): 0.5 ++ Recall a non-lucid fragment: 0.5 = Total score thus far: 65.5
Created Friday 02 November 2018 Got a DILD to note, along with a few fragments. Scrap Group 1 At a hotel with family. Dream 1 - Monster Form Quick Race Scene 1 - Imagined Flight Warp Unknown transitions until this point. The visuals were clear. I was standing on a balcony overlooking an old suburbs, clear blue sky above. Somehow, I became aware. I imagined myself blasting off into the aether. I almost felt myself getting that much done, only for things to warp. Scene 2 - Brutish Race Similar visuals. I was now floating out of my house towards the driveway. My brothers were there, both entering an unknown (mauve-colored?) SUV. On a whim, I transformed myself into a hulking monstrosity, complete with oversized claws and bone-plated skin. I showed off this form to one of my bros, but he didn't care. Next, I opted to race them to the front of the complex. The two instantly cruised ahead, easily taking the lead, even despite my cumbersome form. Lucky for me, traffic kept them from actually reaching the exit. As such, I managed to get the win. Both my brothers, perhaps out of spite, claimed I wasn't the victor, but was in fact surpassed by someone named "Lindsey". But I knew better, and called them out for trying to pull a fast one on me. Things collapsed shortly afterwards. Scrap Group 2 Something of being in an ancient library. Various writers were transcribing scrolls. In an antiquated airship, its interior made of wood. Storm clouds obscured the view outside. There was a foreboding tension in the air.
Morning of May 24, 1970. Sunday. Dream #: 1,252-01. Reading time (optimized): 2 min. Readability score: 73. A sense of timelessness permeates my offset dream of me “sleeping” in the southwest Cubitis house’s bedroom. I see myself lying on my back (as if seeing “me” from the left side of the bed) looking up at the window (though the me in bed would not be able to see the detail of the sash window as my dream view does). Three bats flutter in and out through the missing window panes of the highest row. They move slowly and slightly erratically like butterflies more than bats. They seem to be important in a way that projects into my future well-being, many years from now. I become aware of what I first think might be a coffin to the left of the bed. (There is a vague association with the opened coffin in the Barbara Steele movie “Castle of Blood.”) However, I then perceive it as an electric reed organ. From the song: “Down by the river that flows by the coal yards”… “He says a girl name of Patches was found, floating face down in that dirty old river.” My childhood self (age nine) did not wholly understand the song. I knew Patches had drowned and that it related to love, but little else. Still, the magical beings had resurrected her in my dream. In my dream’s final scene (May 24, 1970 version), I felt myself rising into the air while watching “me” walking with Patches (Brenda) down a footpath (away from my direct view). It seems to be morning. There is a winter wind implied (even though it is summer in reality) and dead leaves blowing around. There is a strange feeling of destiny as the three entities (bats, fairies, butterflies, moths, now birds) are still watching us. I see a closeup on my right of three small birds huddling together in a supposed cold breeze. Beyond, I see “me” and Brenda walking as my dream self rises higher. I wake with a sense of deep peace and even nostalgia. After moving to Australia, Google Maps revealed the Cubitis house had become as it was in my dream. I have included the image; top, from years ago; bottom, as it is now. The bedroom was also as it was only in my dream years later while I was still living there. The bed would be in the same location, and my father had bought an electric reed organ (the kind of which a fan blows through reeds) and placed it in the same location. Zsuzsanna’s father had caught three bats in a jar when she was young and kept them for a short time. The Port Kembla Coal Terminal (near where Zsuzsanna was born) became a key coal exporting facility on Australia’s east coast. Zsuzsanna was involved (when younger) with a church of which she did not want to be. Brenda (Patches) was a stand-in in many dreams, though sometimes my “mystery girl” accurately appeared as Zsuzsanna long before I met her in waking life, even with the unlikely Hungarian-Australian accent.
Updated 11-03-2018 at 09:42 AM by 1390
Morning of May 24, 1970. Sunday. Dream #: 1,252-01. Reading time (optimized): 2 min. Readability score: 73. In Part One of “The ‘Patches’ Odyssey,” I described the beginning of my dream, of which was like watching the opening credits of the animated musical “Gay Purr-ee” (1962). “Opening credits” had been a part of many other dream state beginnings in my childhood, but this was clearer and brighter than usual. There were several different versions of the “Patches” dreams (later ones by intent), though with the same main segments. After the alligators had flipped our canoe, they drag Brenda to the opposite side of the river from where Toby and I had been in the cypress trees. In addition to the “alligator king” character being influenced by “Turok Son of Stone,” the scenario itself was from an influence of the cover of the January 1968 issue. Toby and I are later on the opposite bank of the river. We discover that Brenda is on her back, presumably having drowned, draped over a tree stump, with water dripping from her shoes (which are dark blue with silver buckles). I am kneeling before the dramatic scene on one knee. There is no blood or gore. Eventually, three bats fly around and seem to mourn the scene. I am also aware that they are fairies which may be able to heal her at a later date. (This stems from earlier dream segments about three fairies changing into different forms, including bats, birds, butterflies, and moths.) They sing the Dickey Lee song “Patches” with different lyrics, which oddly distort to “down by the sea” (instead of “down by the river,” even though the setting is near the river and not the ocean). Her resurrection is a result of otherworldly magic. In another dream segment, Brenda is missing. She had been kidnapped by a man who sells Holy Bibles from a small market stall. I follow the three entities (that are now butterflies that become moths as evening approaches). I discover that Brenda has been tied up and gagged and kept behind the market stall on the lowest shelf facing the inside. The unfamiliar man (who presents a mean visage) is selling small King James Bibles with both black and white simulated leather covers. I untie and rescue her when he is elsewhere. Red silk bookmarks of the type sewn into the Holy Bibles were sewn together and had been used to tie her up. (There may be an association with snakes, as such bookmarks are narrow and red as well as forked on the outside end.) In an offset segment, a literal bed space strand occurs. I see myself as sleeping in the southwest bedroom (my parents’ bedroom that my father later used for music). The head of the bed was against the west wall, where there was a row of three big jalousie windows in reality. In my dream, however, there was only one sash window in the middle of the west wall. It has twelve small panes. The top three are missing. End of Part Two. There will be one more main part.
Morning of May 24, 1970. Sunday. Dream #: 1,252-01. Reading time (optimized): 2 min. Readability score: 63. At about two o'clock in the morning on May 24, 1970, I enter the dream state in passive semi-lucidity. I watch the bright and colorful opening credits for the animated musical “Gay Purr-ee” (1962). It seems to be playing in a peaceful private place within my mind rather than on television or in a movie theater. So far, I am aware that I am in my bed (Cubitis house). Over time, I decide it will become the beginning of a long dream that has the essence of a movie. I soon see starring “Toby T_____,” “Brenda W_____,” and my name, integrated with various panels of different visuals (in the same style as the opening of “Gay Purr-ee” and with similar music). My father’s role displays as the “King of the Alligators.” (In real life, my father often sang Smiley Burnette’s “Don Juan of Sevillio,” which had the line “I’m known as the king of the matadors.” In a later version of this dream over a year later, his dream role was “The Alligator King;” an influence from a “Sesame Street” short.) I become aware of a recurring dream state induction process (which began in early childhood) - the presence of a water body. I slowly lose my semi-lucidity, but not my conscious self’s identity. I am in a canoe with Brenda (schoolmate, neighbor, and friend) and Toby (schoolmate and friend). The three of us are on a journey that seems to be occurring at night. We are traveling in a canoe on Peace River (Lettuce Lake area). The scene is peaceful and enjoyable, but I absentmindedly focus on my dream becoming dramatic, even thrilling. A man on the riverbank commands three alligators to attack our canoe. (It is my father acting in this imaginary role, though I am not wholly lucid in this version of my dream even though I “wrote the script” for this scene, not because of any associations with my father being perceived as such, even metaphorically, but to fill the imaginary role with a familiar character as with a school play.) He is wearing a cape made of alligator hide. (I am vaguely aware of the cypress knee lamps he used to make in real life when we lived in Fort Ogden. The clothing imagery was an influence from characters in Gold Key’s “Turok Son of Stone” comic book.) As we watch, the alligators approach and flip our canoe. That triggers a vestibular correlation event, where I fly through the air and land in a tree about ten feet from the ground on the opposite side of the river as the alligator king. Toby is clutching to the trunk of a nearby tree. At first, I view this event as comedic. However, I notice that Brenda is being pulled (on her back) over the surface of the water by an alligator. I end part one here. Part two continues with additional important scenes and segments from other dream versions with the same foundation, which occurred over about two years (1969-1971).
Non-dream stuff - Woke up at around 8:20/30 with alarm and fell asleep and had a non-lucid dream, waking up again just after 10:00. Dream: I don't quite remember the first part of the dream except that I was next to the floor or lying on it. I was in the bedroom from my childhood times, and the curtains were closed but it was day. I had my laptop on a desk in the room but for some reason related to another part of the dream earlier, the hard drive was missing. I tried to boot it up anyway but considered that it shouldn't be able to because there would be no OS to pick. It ran a load of white-on-black text as most computers do when booting, the branding/word "MICROSYSTEMS" catching my attention at one point. The boot queried for a valid pre-existing username, which I provided, and it started loading up some version of Linux OS. It immediately entered the OS without a login, which made me think to myself "it's not difficult to guess or remember a username even if you're not the computer's owner...", considering whether this was secure enough as a feature at large. In any case, I think I started up an internet browser, don't remember if it was any in particular and then some cartoony image was playing but it was a bit laggy so I considered maybe because it didn't have a hard drive in it was caching everything in the RAM or something, slowing down the performance. For some reason the degraded performance stopped being an issue and I went on some dodgy website and got distracted browsing through it, and it had naughty cartoon animations, basically. At some point one of the animations had sound and I didn't mute it (which I now find odd). I remember thinking that I was supposed to be doing something else and worried my partner or someone else was going to come in and be judgmental. I then closed all those tabs I'd basically mindlessly opened and tried to remember whatever it was I was supposed to be doing. The dream went on for a bit longer but I don't remember any details. Some notes: Perhaps the weirdest part about the boot up was that there was no flash drive or anything that the OS could have loaded from, so it would have to be stored in a ROM module or something, since the hard drive was out... I didn't remember or think to have a look at the internals or anything.I don't know if MicroSystems is an actual brand or not, but it's a pretty logical/easily thought of name...The dream's theme from the second half relates a bit to my teen context when I would get a bit anxious looking at explicit material because I was always worried about being interrupted.The lack of self-control is two-fold in this dream; one, because I was not lucid, and two, because it relates to the waking-life context of me struggling to, when drawing something of more sexual nature, to not get excited by it. It's an annoying issue because it results in unfinished work that I would like to finish but never feel motivated to, because I'd like to actually just work on it for once, instead of getting excited. Scoring: + Previous score: 64.0 + This DJ entry score (breakdown below): 1.0 ++ Recall a non-lucid dream: 1.0 = Total score thus far: 65.0
It's been 4 years since I last was into lucid dreaming. I seem to only keep interest in dreaming, as long as I have the extra energy in my real life to do all the stuff necessary for it, like the awareness stuff, RCing and so on. Ohh well! I'm back now!! And I hope it's for good! Let's get to the dream. I was in a warehouse like building. There was a bunch of people in there, and a bunch of random stuff like tables, whiteboards, chairs, random parkour equipment. I found out all the people in the room were people I knew. All the people I knew through sports, primarily rock climbing and parkour. I was doing some parkour challenges with some of the guys, and there was this one challenge we couldn't do. Then I told my friend "normally I can just shoot out webs like Spider-Man, so this should be easy". I tried doing it, but failed miserably.... however I got fully lucid from this!! i did the nose plug RC, and it worked. I was finally lucid!!! (I got back into lucid dreaming just 2 days ago, so it's good to see results already! Even though I got lucid in a decently inconsistent way IMO). I started swinging around like Spider-Man, however I was only able to shoot webs with my left hand. Well I didn't care, cuz I was finally lucid, and I just wanted to experience this dream and interact with some DCs. I used a couple of minutes doing that, and then I decided to do the nose plug once more. However it FAILED. I tried another RC, counting my fingers I counted to 5 but it was blurry and weird but I didn't care.... I lost lucidity. The dream went on and some normal stuff happened. More friends showed up and I said hi to them. Well I wish I was lucid longer. But good start!! I have been having trouble with the nose plug before, but that's primarily when my allergies are going crazy in real life. I need to get used to becoming lucid and staying lucid without the nose plug. Even though it is the most effective RC for me I feel. This lucid was VERY vivid. There was no floating going on or anything. Everything was soooo vivid. Goal for next lucid is to do some climbing related movements!
It’s a warm sunny day and I’m riding my bike along the sidewalk of one of my city’s main streets toward downtown. I keep almost colliding with people, doors that swing open, etc., and I consider riding on the street since that’s what bylaw says you’re supposed to do anyways, but I very much prefer the sidewalk and I notice multiple riders doing the same ahead of me so I decide to keep on doing what I’m doing. I end up in an unfamiliar clearing, and I think it’s rare to find myself somewhere I don’t recognize in this part of town. There is long yellow grass, sparse clusters of trees, and slight hills that partially enclose the space. Directly across from me is a mound that reminds me of a pingo, with people walking across it single file to the other side. I wonder what is over there and consider joining them, but they seem to be some sort of tour group and it might be awkward. Based on my general sense of location, I imagine what might be on the other side and conclude that is likely just a field that I have seen countless times while passing on the highway. Somehow I end up in the house of someone I don’t know. Not wanting to make it obvious that I’m intruding by leaving right away, I decide to stay a little while and pretend like I’m supposed to be there. I see a guy named Ronan who I’ve talked to a few times but who doesn’t seem to recognize me, but I casually talk to him anyways, then make myself at home by pouring myself a glass of water and using the washroom. Then I sit down at a table with a few others and we all chat and play board games. It turns out the house belongs to Ronan’s parents, and his mother offers me a bicycle helmet, saying she had noticed that I had ridden here without one. I don’t want to accept it because I prefer to ride without one, but it is of exceptional high quality, so I concede after all. Eventually enough time has passed that I feel I can leave without it seeming strange. I get up and head for the front door, but just as I’m about to open it someone asks me who I know there. I say I’m friends with Ronan, who has left the room at this point. Everyone seems skeptical. I’m asked how I know him, so I try to keep things vague by saying “I actually know him through a couple different sources.” I’m asked if it’s through people from Westsyde, and I say “Sort of. They’re not from Westsyde, but they live there now.” Ronan re-enters, and I quickly leave the house before I can be questioned further. Outside, I go to board my bike but realize I still have the helmet with me. I don’t want to take it knowing that I have obtained it under deceptive circumstances, but at the same time I don’t want to return to the house knowing that my lie has likely been found out. I can’t decide what to do.
Non-dream stuff - Woke up at about 8:20 or so with one of my alarms, but went back to sleep. Woke up again nearer 11:00. Was having a semi-vivid non-lucid dream, some details lost now because I had to get up to do other stuff. Dream: I remember my computer screen. I was sitting down to do something and then some weird pop-ups and music started. I couldn't find out what was causing the music to play so I started looking at the list of processes, finding a few things that looked out of place. I was a bit startled to find this was some sort of malware playing the music, and causing these pop-ups, which for once were mostly innocent (and somewhat detailed) drawings of several themes. Even so I was feeling under threat or stressed and I looked at the file location for the suspicious processes, continuously closing these pop-ups as they appeared. The music was sort of calm, nothing intense, but it didn't feel any less unnerving in the dream. I found the files for the music-playing program and there was a file without an extension called "about"; I opened it up with NPP, which as expected revealed a few lines of text, including the motivation of the person that made this malware thing. Apparently it was from a Swiss games company, which I thought was very odd. I remember an e-mail address and some other details. I remember thinking it was my own fault for not having an anti-virus installed and I was showing the malware to my partner (H) I think. But then I noticed a little tray icon for Avast or something like that and I said to H "see, it doesn't detect it...", referencing the lack of any alerts. In the end I think I was going to delete the files of the malware programs, as they didn't look like they'd been protected in any way, but I can't remember what I actually did do. Then some transition. Remember being in a town or city. In the US maybe? I was walking along with H and I think it was dusk or day time, but we went into this fancy modern/futuristic-looking building that was like a big surface tunnel; inside it looked kind of like a mall and was a bit busy, and I remember H interacting with someone. A guy that was working at a restaurant dropped something while clearing trays and H helped. Not sure what happened next. Transition? Outside, slightly sloped area, evening/sunset. Some houses. Thinking about the malware again? Faint memory of the music again. There was more, but I seem to have lost recall for the next bits. Some notes: The particular vividness of this dream did not seem to make me any more aware or questioning of its nature than usual.The music playing may mean that in waking life there was some other sound. This may have been my alarm or later one of H's alarms. Either way, music playing in dreams often relates to their vividness for me, though they are not always implicit to each other.The drawings were of things like classic representations of landscapes but also of "furry" themes and still life. Scoring: + Previous score: 62.0 + This DJ entry score (breakdown below): 2.0 ++ Recall a non-lucid dream: 1.0 ++ Ask for advice: 1.0 (asking H for help with the malware) = Total score thus far: 64.0
Updated 11-06-2018 at 12:38 PM by 95293 (Score typo)
10/30/18 Very strange. Each time I DEILD I would find myself in bed waking up. I would figure out that it was fake due to something such as being on the wrong type of bed (waterbed) or being able to TK things, or being in the wrong house. Each time someone in my family was in the room. I would get up and marvel at the life like nature of the dreams. I can recall that the imagery was dream like, but inside the dream I had trouble finding details that were not perfectly rendered, including tactile presence like proper texture. I had a few minutes of exploring between each and had a beautiful time flying through mystical clouds. Why did each of the 6 dreams start as a false awakening?
Created Wednesday 31 October 2018 Got fragments today, which includes a short DILD. Scrap Group 1 Another Seinfeld dream? Riding around an elementary school bus, of all things. Someone's giving a lecture on patience and leadership. I step out, and accompany an unknown young black girl to her class. She complained about the lesson, but I assured her it would be useful in time. The moment I entered her class, I suddenly became aware. I claimed I was late for a meeting. The girl insisted that she'd give me a ride there, but I declined; after all, how could she even manage such? I was making my way out of an office, when these young punks insulted me. I ignored them, and blurted something about their comedy needing work. The dream collapsed shortly after. At home. Out in the driveway, mom almost unwittingly ran over my niece. I scold ma for her carelessness. But, she didn't seem all that concerned, much to my outrage.
Updated 11-01-2018 at 12:00 AM by 89930
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