I had some cool dreams. One was of a snake or serpent with a rhinocerous nose who came up to me and then looked at me and swam away. It was black and had thick rhino skin and a rhino horn. I also dreamed of someone sky diving on a skate board holding a nerf gun for a really long drop. And filling a 500 story elevator shaft with water and trying to swim up it. But then in the middle I starter running out of air (not lucid) and tried to swim back down. Then I went out the wrong door and got in trouble. They said I would have to do community service next time I was in town. Bunch of other dreams on my voice recorder. Oh I had one LD where I had the sense of being back in my previous dream with a chance to "do it over" but when I woke up I thought about it and it wasn't the same dream. And Android 17 was going to be my coach but then I let his bird get away by mistake and he put on a helmet and said he would have to charge me 15 dollars now.
A dream ends and I am lying in my bed looking towards the ceiling, it is night with no lights. My eyes feel heavy and tired and I feel like I have little energy to get up. I am already lucid despite the fact that my room looks completely intact. I decided should I just stay in this bed and wake up eventually. Or should I get up and see what I could find. I eventually decide to get up because of curiosity. As I am up from the bed I notice a few things wrong that confirm my lucidity. My body feels deformed in some way as if I have a broken arm or one of my legs can not move so well. As I am walking in a sluggish manner I try to phase through my front door since opening the knob would be too difficult of a task. I am unsuccessful. I walk my way to the window and tried to phase through it but it smacks me like a solid rock. I look around and figure I should just go back to my bed. That's when my body started moving on it's own. I tried to resist the the uncontrollable movements my body was doing this but it's like it had a mind of it's own. That's when something made me lift up and thrown towards one of the walls in my room. I could feel a lot of pain as my body began to merge with the wall. My bones felt like they were being ripped out of my skin once in contact with the concrete of my room. I don't know if I had fully merge with the wall as I had woken up from the experience.
Morning of April 19, 2018. Thursday. In my dream, I find myself standing near the center of the southwest bedroom of the Loomis Street house, facing north (toward the kitchen). It seems to be morning. My father, appearing as he was in the 1960s, comes into the room. I seem to be in the process of moving a few things around. I am also facing “my” bed, which is oriented along the north wall, west (head) to east. His presence annoys me, so I rudely ask, “What do you want?” He does not become angry or visibly annoyed but walks off into another room. I eventually see that he is going down the hallway into the bathroom. It turns out that he had wanted to know where a band-aid was, as his right upper lip was injured. However, when I see him walking around in the kitchen, I do not discern any blood. It seems my mother might know where a band-aid is (though I do not see her at any point), so I go back to “my” room. My dream fades without incident. Rule: Beds and other obvious first-level dream state indicators occur in at least one dream per sleep cycle. I do not technically typify this as autosymbolism, as it is a literal subliminal awareness of being asleep. Detail: I find myself standing on the right side of a single bed in a fictitious location at the beginning of my dream. Rule: A dream’s setting, either lucid or non-lucid, cannot match a real setting. The obvious neurological reason is to prevent false memories and erroneous associations with current waking life. Detail: The main setting of this dream is the Loomis Street southwest bedroom (Wisconsin), where I have not lived since February 1994. The secondary setting, rendered in my dream as southeast of the main setting, is an erroneous link to the Cubitis house’s hallway and bathroom at the end of the hallway (Florida), where I have not lived since the summer of 1978. The final location is the kitchen of our present home (Australia) rather than the Loomis Street kitchen that would otherwise be immediately north and adjacent to the main setting. This is a new unique composite, continuing the rule of no two settings ever being the same in my dreams. My subconscious self does not notice this error at all. Rule: A non-lucid dream cannot correctly model the current conscious self for a number of reasons. One reason is to prevent false memories and erroneous associations with current waking life. Autosymbolism that represents liminal space (the dream state and precursory waking space itself) and more so, liminal space dividers (the metaphorical barrier between fictitious dream self and current conscious self identity), confirms this factor. Preconscious access to threads of the unconscious mind is not of the nature most people claim. My dream self (subconscious self) is without viable memory of either the unconscious or the conscious self, and additionally, has no viable discernment of time, space, or sustained coherency in language. Otherwise, synaptic gating would build false memories and false associations. Detail: My (non-lucid) subconscious self (which is always unique in each dream, just as settings are) has no memory that my father died in 1979. It has no realization of the erroneous setting or its typical hodgepodge nature. There are no threads of my current conscious self status. My perceived age in my dream seems around thirty years younger than I am. Additionally, there was never a bed in the southwest Loomis Street bedroom. Rule: The main event in a dream is the waking alert factor (WAF), autosymbolism based on RAS mediation (or modulation depending on the dream state depth), a biological factor of the dream state itself. This is for reestablishing conscious self identity in the waking transition. RAS mediation will utilize everything from a present association or conflict to features or events long since forgotten and irrelevant, and the dynamic‘s foundation is always literal despite being borrowed as waking alert factor autosymbolism. Detail: My father in present dreams is typically an emergent consciousness factor that represents my conscious self identity. One, I have mild soreness in the upper right area of my mouth from the loss of a tooth (though with no bleeding). However, there is also a very old association utilized as the waking alert autosymbolism. Many years ago, when I was twelve years old, this was the only occasion when I felt annoyed by my father’s presence. He was grinning and looking through my open jalousie windows into my room. I walked over and was ready to pull the curtains down (without saying anything) when I realized there were two very large new illustrated dictionaries on my desk, which he had bought for me and placed in my room earlier that morning. So how does this relate to RAS mediation borrowing the event? Books and reading are a conscious self factor, as only the conscious self in waking life is intelligent enough to sustain reading while understanding written language (as text in dreams typically changes when looking back at it and often becomes gibberish), thus this was a trigger to begin consciousness activation despite the association being from childhood. Rule: Typically, there is at least one thread in a dream in each sleep cycle that originates in Zsuzsanna’s mind, but most often based on thoughts she had elsewhere, not when at home. (Do not ask me how this is possible, it just is.) Detail: While out shopping, Zsuzsanna was thinking of buying band-aids yesterday, but she did not (and she did not tell me about it, either). Rule: Waking autosymbolism usually initiates on my dream self’s right (when I sleep on my left side, which is less exposed to my real environment). Detail: In this dream, my father approaches me on my right and later goes into the kitchen, which relays subliminal awareness of mild hunger. Additionally, my dream begins with me standing near the right side of the bed (the side I sleep on in reality), although this dream is certainly not a false awakening.
Updated 04-19-2018 at 12:18 PM by 1390
The dream started when I was late to art class several days in a row. In the dream, once people got their first assignment, everyone and I mean EVERYONE was loud and obnoxious. I then saw a movie sequel to courage the cowardly dog on the TV that we have in the room. It showed what looked like courage and some other dog as anthropomorphic dogs reaching onto the table. I decided I wanted to see this and so I did. I present to you: COURAGE THE COWARDLY DOG 2: WHATEVER THE HELL THIS IS. It starts off at their house in the suburbs/city where I'm assuming two distant relatives of courage were living in a small home with terrible owners. They heard about how someone was going to steal a celebrities' donut, and so they were off. One problem: they were in trouble. They had to stop time to get away from their owners and go to the bakery down the street. Next, they went up to the cashier and told them they wanted a donut. The guy was an idiot, so they had to explain specifically that they were trying to save the most important donut ever from being stolen. He said no, and after that they went off far away from the city into Acid land, where the one that looked the most like courage turned into this white capsule like thing with two legs and spooky hair. This is where the soundtrack of the movie came in. They were in Acid land, a place filled with near transparent waters and bright, neon and black mountains. The sky was also green, so there was that. They did all kinds of things in acid land, forgetting entirely their original goal. In one occasion, they had an Arab fight to other guys and the Arab one. They asked him his name, and he said "Mohammed Ali *insert like three other names here*" I then woke up.
So my family and I were all together fishing in the mountains. It was a cool temperature, probably 50°F or 10°C. It was a lake that we used to visit often when I was little in the mountains near my hometown. I was wearing jeans, sneakers, and a dark blue hoodie. We were fishing for alien fish. I don't know how we knew they were alien but they definitely looked strange. They had huge black eyes and dark green scales, and they made this weird squaking sound when they came out of the water. I was sitting on a rock next to my dad. Toward the end of the dream he looked at me and said, "You know, some people think that it is wrong to fish for aliens when you don't need food, and they think that it is just killing the animals for pleasure. But really that's not true at all. Since they are visiting our mountains they don't understand what is safe to eat, and catching and releasing actually helps them to survive longer." The way he presented his train of thought was very typical of my dad, but the situation and the specific words were really strange
The idea was I was a child of Chris Brown and I was taking an exam. I must've been 3 or 4 years old. In this suburban house was a room on the first floor with a bunch of other kids taking the exam except they were cheating. We were afraid the teacher would come in and catch us. I went to the third floor and went to the back of the room to cheat on the test by using my phone. I remember someone telling me to use quizlet to cheat but I never brought my phone up to look up answers. The test was about 50 questions but I only managed to get through 15 or so. On the top floor Chris and a bunch of other adults came up and a lot was going on.
Morning of April 18, 2018. Wednesday. In my dream, I am once again back in a version of Cubitis (where I have not lived in real life since 1978). There is little that correlates with my conscious self identity, even in the last segment (other than remembering I am married to Zsuzsanna). However, I do not feel like a teenager (as I left Cubitis when I was 17). My implied age is probably at least thirty. It is night and dark out, though I can still make out some detail. I mostly focus on the setting oriented southerly. The surrounding area of the Cubitis house is similar to how it was in waking life, but changes in the last Cubitis-related scenario, before shifting into an unrelated offset dream. There is a Cessna that flies south, above the house on at least two occasions. My dream self maintains the usual (since childhood) unemotional anticipation that the airplane will probably crash. (This is a result of the dream state itself, that is, the natural vestibular system ambiguity that occurs as a result of not viably discerning the physical body in REM sleep, and as a result, this common factor projects into autosymbolism relating to flying and falling and so on.) Not to my surprise at all, the Cessna crashes in the distance, just past several houses to the south. From here, I and a few other people, all unfamiliar and unknown, walk southerly to investigate. After seeing some vague distorted imagery of the airplane crash site that was originally beyond at least five or six houses from “my” house, RAS mediation kicks in more viably, and I and the others are suddenly now in the southwest bedroom of the Cubitis house (dream state indicator, representing my subliminal, that is, non-lucid, awareness of being asleep in bed). I do not consider the impossible scene change. Now, the Cessna had crashed just beyond the windows of the southwest bedroom (despite the original implication). We are looking out the windows to the south (in what would otherwise have been the side yard between this house and the neighbors’, though there are no discernible houses past this point in my dream) and I see that the small airplane had apparently crashed into a car carrier, ending up between the cab and a now upside-down pickup truck which faces the windows and is atop the airplane. I consider how it had just missed “my” house (again, despite the same faraway event as originally rendered). Additionally, the airplane is right-side up, yet also facing the windows, which makes no sense as it is implied the Cessna had crashed in between the cab and pickup truck atop the car carrier, so technically should be facing away from the windows. I try to see if the pilot is present anywhere, but I do not see him. I talk about the accident, but an unfamiliar girl disagrees with me on how it happened. This does not set about enough RAS modulation (as I do not become annoyed), and as a result, rather than waking, my dream shifts into another odd scenario (though not a false awakening). I am in a public place, though this is ambiguous, as it eventually seems to be implied as a room in a private residence. My mother is walking around (and my dream self has no memory of her death in waking life). There are a few bags around which apparently belong to my mother. Some bags contain several unusual clothes, others have small pieces of cloth. There is the idea of sewing random pieces of cloth on some of the clothes. Zsuzsanna is now present and my conscious self identity begins to emerge during the final waking stage. The final event relates to me picking up a very colorful and bizarre pair of pants. It features a sketchy human couple, male and female, on each leg, integrated into a complex heraldic shield. There is a floral motif down each leg. I then start to hear a song, where a male is singing about “the girl wearing pants with pants about her pants”, the second “pants” referring to heavy breathing.
A dream scene ends of me and my father waiting in a room with a group of people. The new scene appears and it is me at a store, appears to be a clothing store. I look through a few in the section I am in. I notice a book that seems to be a part of the bible. I read some of it verse and brought it back to where I had originally pick it up. I then notice I was around a lot of baby clothes for children. I look around the corner where I heard a group of people talking. When I saw them I notice one person that means something to me. It was my cousin. She appeared different, as if she had gain a lot more weight recently. When I observe further as I notice her picking up baby clothes, it became apparent that she is pregnant. I continue browsing in till my path cross with her. I simply smiled and waved while walking away. I then decided to look for clothes that I could wear since I needed some new ones. That is when the dream scene change again in to my room. I had assume I was awake as it identical in every way, it was night with no lights on. But something was feeling off to me, I decided to ignore it. As I sat up from my bed something happened to me that I don't know how to explain. I felt like I lost control of my surroundings. I was standing up at the front door of my room. That's when I heard screams , it felt piercing and loud. It was a girl voice screaming in pain. I started looking around my room asking what's going on. That's when I started pacing my room to see if there was a way I could find her. For some reason information was toss in to my head against my will, that told me this girl I am hearing is my daughter. Even though I do not have children. There was such a desperate urge to help this person, that I started screaming when I kept hearing her. That's when I finally woke up, I was slightly breathing hard and clutch my covers. I was wondering why my dreams were a bit tense lately. Then some DC mentally answered my own question by saying some dreams are bad/ I ask mentally in my head is there a way where I can always have good dreams? He said unfortunately dreams are always good and bad depending on the individual. I was going to ask why in till I became lucid on sensing something was wrong. A voice began mentally speaking to me saying , so you have now seen apart of my inner world. Now you see how scary it can be when you will now have to suffer and I will be coming back. Once I heard this I told her no don't bother me anymore. No do not do this. The dream scene change again to me waking up in my bed. It was another false awakening. I got up out of my bed as I was finish sleeping. As I stood up on the floor that's when the feeling hit me again. I became lucid and was beginning to see another person in 3rd person and yet I could still see through my own self as if I was in 1st person. I notice someone running aimlessly in grey. Then I completely was back in 1st person with this intense fear around me. The shocking screams began again and I couldn't help but panic to try to find this girl that was in so much suffering. I kept looking around in my room and started saying this can't be happening to me. That's when my window turned in to a grey realm. I ran in there as I continue to follow the loud screams. However the grey realm only led me back to my room to where I couldn't see anything. I began to scream as I hear the screams of the girl and my own echoing endlessly. It made my head go numb after hearing that after constantly screaming I open my front door and bang on my father door. His door was lock which is not normal for him as he usually leaves it unlock. I began yelling him to open up the door and that I was being attack by someone. I could hear his television set come on as the door opened. I told him I needed his help and I was beginning to talk to him about what was going on. I wake up. This time I think I am really awake and the first thing I do is open my door to get to my father and to explain to him what is happening. I began knocking on his door again as it opened. His TV once again came on and he was not in a good mood. I told him something is wrong and that I was being attacked by some person. He doesn't care and tells me to leave me alone and ask me do you know how early it is. I look at the time and see that it is 2:02 AM . I told him he still has plenty of time to rest. He gets angry and tells me he is done helping me. That's when I found myself waking in my bed again. No I said, I was already lucid and yelled why are you doing this to me? That's when something on my bed sprang around like a spider. A woman out of no where appeared sitting in front of me on my bed with red hair. A voice told me in unintelligible words that it was angry with me. I knew it was anger because of how intense the sensation was around me. I began saying I am sorry for what I have done. It began showing me images and a vision that I would understand. I knew what the issue was now and said I was sorry. But it didn't matter I could tell nothing I was saying was getting through to her. Whatever this thing was. That's when I woke up again from my bed. I was already lucid and the same terrifying scenario happened again and again. I couldn't stop screaming and I remember falling to the floor which somehow made me continue falling endlessly further down. My head felt so much confusion that I didn't know what to do or think anymore. I didn't know when I had waken up or if I was awake all this time. My eyes were just staring at the ceiling. It was like I had been in a trance. I place my hand on my head, my head felt empty as if nothing was in it. I sat up to check the time and could see it is 2:02 AM. I am sorry.
Updated 04-18-2018 at 08:58 AM by 67903
Date of Dream: WED 18 APR - 2018 Dream No. 312 - My Typical Parents I only remember a small portion of this dream. From where I do remember, I was at my house, near the dining room but I forgot what I was doing specifically. My parents were planning the so called “family structure”, especially for me and my brother, mostly focusing on punishments and rewards. My dad had brainstormed some things onto piece of paper, including a lot of abbreviations. I was suspicious about what my dad was doing and so I kept watching over him and I was also annoyed at what he was doing because my brother and I aren't little children anymore. At one point, he planned to call my mum over to see what she thought of the “family structure”. Rather than calling out for her across the room, he called her on the mobile phone right when she was standing nearby! That's what got me really ticked off and I was now whispering something to myself like “Who does that?! You waste the credit when you could have just as easily spoke to get her. This family structure thing is an evil incentive... This is all mental! You're a mental case! I've got to report this to Dreamy WB before things get out of hand”. Just as I'm walking towards my bedroom to write on some paper of my own; the dream ends. Dream Trophies Achieved: - None Dream 312: Competition Results Competition Night: 17 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Estimated Length of Dream (Lucid Only): N/A Dream Guide: None Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes Points For This Entry: 0.5 Calculation Details: - Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5) + Previous Total: 9.0 Total Accumulated Points: 9.5
Last night I had some cool dreams. I got them all on my voice recorder. But what I will type. is that I dreamed my hair had been cut. Then I regretted it. And, within the dream, hoped I was dreaming. In another part, I was in a movie theater. I did a finger palm test that didn't go through. But remembered to do a nose pinch breathe, which did go through. It was exciting when I breathed in through a pinched nose.
I was with C. And he was staying with me and my mom, i think we were just in a hotel. We were traveling somewhere. In the dream, I felt like i had a nightmare where he sexually assaulted me while sleeping. I was crying and telling my mom about it. The next night in the dream, I slept in my own room in the hotel. I had a pillow covering my face but nothing else because I was hot. C came in and sexually assaulted me. I begged him to stop but he kept going. I was sobbing, being loud, but my mom didn't hear. I would beg him and say "please don't, I said no" and he'd be like "oh? no? how are you going to stop this?" and proceed to sexually abuse me. I was trying to get away, and that's when I saw this green venomous snake slither up him with out him noticing. I stayed quiet accepting what was happening, and that's when the snake bit his back. He screamed in pain and i ran out of my bed room freely. He acted like he did nothing wrong. I ran up to me sobbing, telling me that it was a poisoned snake and it will make all his teeth fall out. And then he had transformed into an old lady, who looked like she abused drugs, with out any teeth (if there were teeth, they were all black) and she was generally terrifying. I stepped out of what was the backyard (That looked a lot like my old houses back yard) and then i woke up. I feel a general love for the snake, lol. The snake really saved me.
In this dream me and my brother were running around a kitchen, but we were like a couple inches tall. We were looking for bananas for some reason. They were hidden in random parts of the kitchen and we had to be creative to figure out how to get up on counters and into cupboards and such. When we found a banana we would high five and look for more. It was a really strange dream.
Morning of April 17, 2018. Tuesday. Dream #: 18,747-02. Reading (optimized): 1 min. I live in an unfamiliar home. I recall having a wife, but she is unlike Zsuzsanna. She smokes a cigarette while seated in an armchair. At first, I do not think of it as wrong, but after several minutes I realize I do not want to be around a smoker. (If the woman is meant to be Zsuzsanna, my dream self does not recall she would never smoke). I involuntarily throw a small spherical object (possibly a ball bearing) at her cigarette when it is near her mouth. Its burning tip is knocked off. It bounces and rolls across the floor, several feet from where she was sitting. In the unlit room, the appearance of the ember’s movements is vivid and realistic in its distance orientation. The event vivifies my dream. I am puzzled. I ask her when she started smoking (but wake before receiving an answer). I think she might have started yesterday. Before this, I do not recall ever seeing her smoke. The content was mainly a result of literal integration with enigmatic space, though fire often vivifies a dream as a result of the cortical arousal of waking. Zsuzsanna was in her sister’s new home the previous day. She saw a large painting by her sister (recently put up) of a woman smoking. I had not known this before my dream. It is crucial to understand enigmatic space is not solely a result of dreaming but of co-occurrence with monitoring processes as with noise altering or creating dream content.
Updated 10-24-2019 at 10:38 AM by 1390
I can't remember much from my lucid dream, but I remember being in a room and knowing it's a dream. I looked around me and everything was confirming to me that it's a dream. I wasn't excited, I was just calmly aware that it's a dream. I remember about 30 seconds of just marinading in the fact that I'm in a dream. Next thing I remember is non-lucid. Being in a supermarket with a girl. The girl was either my ex, or an old school friend. It kinda feels like one moment it was one of them, the next moment it was the other. They kept switching. So I'll just refer to them as "the girl". Me and the girl went into a shop. We were looking at computer chairs, and there was some sort of fuss about a pen. I can't remember what the heck actually happened but it was chaotic. I remember leaving the store with a wheeled chair and then coming back and passing the shop, and then giving the chair back and getting shouted at, and then I got all upset because I didn't mean to steal. Then all the staff surrounded me and comforted me. One woman said "I believe in yin and yang and stuff like that" and I said "I do to!" while I'm practically crying. Super weird. Next thing I remember is running through the building with the girl as we were being chased by some sort of monster. We made it outside and jumped over a bush and hid under the bush. Next thing I remember is spooning with the girl (except I was the little spoon... I'm always the big spoon...) and we were watching something on a smartphone. Next thing I remember is walking with the girl, and approaching 3 of my old school friends. I saw my friend who has passed away in real life. In my head I was like, "I knew you weren't dead!!" I went to hug him but he backed off. He was still not talking to me. (Backstory: In real life, we fell out not long before he died. I blamed myself for his death for a while. This dream is clearly showing I still feel fuckin terrible about it) The whole rest of the dream I was trying to make up with my friend. I wanted so badly to be friends with him again. I think part of me was still slightly lucid because somewhere inside me I knew I only had limited time to do it. I remember watching a big TV in an outdoor TV area with a bunch of friends and the girl. When the TV show finished, people started to get up and leave, as if it was a cinema. I made eye contact with my friend and I said, "please..." and he said something that basically meant "no I don't want to talk to you anymore". I started crying, then I got angry, then cried again and apologized for getting angry. He walked away. This dream is looaaaaded with stuff to interpret. I don't need to record my interpretation because it's clear as day to me, what all of it meant.
I have all the details on my voice recorder. But just making summaries for today. Dream 1 Summary There was a van we had to go through before it "faded" due to a time machine thing. Then a Mermaid going to help us go somewhere underwater. Diving in a channel of water. Had to evacuate due to floating buses. Walking through muddier area. Class thing I didn't want to go to. Summary of Dream 2 Fighting with my Uncle about him smoking in my drive way. Friend from college on the back of a truck. "Hey, look at that sunrise!" Purple and orange sun rise off in the distance, above the tree tops. Summary of Dream 3 Women walking through a store, doing affirmations out loud. "I'm a good singer." Commented on this to store clerk. He said he knew me from a live stream. Playing a video game with my Aunt. The live stream became my primary means of earning a living. I was setting up phone meetings to auto dial.
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