Morning of November 19, 2017. Sunday. There is a dream scenario related to John-Boy Walton, though it is too modern to relate directly to “The Waltons” in a logical sense. It has something to do with him having a book on bondage and other adult content. In an unrelated offset sequence, I have to get a bee out of my left ear. I tilt my head to the left while in bed and even tap the right side of my head and shake my head a little (even though, of course, the dream self does not have a physical head). Over time, the bee eventually comes out and I wake as soon as it does. It does not bother me that much as I know the process of getting it out is working. The first part of my dream likely relates to our oldest son (although John-Boy has appeared in a number of my dreams since I first saw “The Homecoming”). The “adult content” and “bondage” is likely more about him now being an adult and working as there were no clearer graphic adult implications. The rest of my dream is typical waking autosymbolism though unique as always and more defined than usual. There is the usual flight symbol that represents the return to wakefulness after being unconscious (vestibular system correlation). A buzzing insect typically relates to increasing neural energy upon becoming more aware of the return to consciousness. This all relates more specifically to inner ear dynamics (and that which causes partial unconsciousness or dizziness in some cases, though I do not have that problem) and RAS (Reticular Activating System). Another dream, “Ear or Wing?”, from July 5, 2016, had the same meaning (as do the majority of my dreams since childhood), though in that dream, a sketchy image of a left ear becomes more like the sketchy image of a bird’s wing.
Updated 04-29-2018 at 12:23 PM by 1390
I am in a room of my old house, the floor tiles are rose, I realize that this is a dream. I try to float, I lean forward my upper body and my feet lift up behind, I say to myself go a little bit up because my face is too close to the floor. I float to the living room and I say to myself this is definitively a dream because the sofa is not place like that. I float down the stairs and I arrive in the kitchen but there is an object blocking the exit to go outside, I say to myself as it is a dream I can make it disappear but I’m affaire I will wake up by doing this. So I get out from another exit, I see a white car, so I tell to myself let's take the car, so I open the gate but two dogs escape from the house(those dogs seem from a famous Youtuber) and are blocking my passage, my mom start calling those dogs back, and I’m starting to feel waking up and losing control, so I run directly to the car and try to turn on the car but woke up. Comment: The floating was special in this one.
Morning November 19, 2017. Sunday. In the first part of my dream, I walk out into a beautiful scene of sunlight and family in an area near a lake and forest. There is a focus on love and well-being. Over time, a situation comes into focus, though it is based on a fictional location of our home. As usual, my non-lucid dream self aka personified subconscious is completely clueless as to where I really live. Instead, my dream’s home is a cottage in a field that does not resemble our present home at all. The field is bordered by a forest beyond the backyard. I become annoyed at learning of a project that relates to a dam being built, which I feel will be too close to our home. It looks like they already started. In one scene, I find myself talking to someone in a park ranger outfit. He is this dream’s personified preconscious, Leo Wyatt (Brian Krause) as he appeared on “Charmed” (which I have not seen for years). He is sitting across the table from me in my fictional house. He tells me that the people building the dam are doing it illegally and are Greenpeace activists. He seems cheerful and jokes about their inability to do things correctly and thereby, they do more harm than good. He seems to be giving me permission to act in whatever way I choose to stop their activities from interfering with the state of my house. I go outside and cuss at an unfamiliar male and tip part of the supposed dam over onto the ground. It is not really a dam yet, just an object shaped like a rectangular prism, slightly reminiscent of a washing machine or oven (though of too ambiguous an appearance to discern as either). I notice several unfamiliar people in the area, both male and female, all in their twenties. One unknown male is carrying several faux wooden rifles that have only the basic shape of a rifle. I am wondering what the point is of having such an object as it neither looks like a real weapon or could be used as one, even though it seems it will be their way of “fighting”. Eventually, it looks like the flowing of the water or the dam structure will not reach where our home is and I wake. Dreams have clear core meanings relating to the nature of being unconscious and achieving consciousness, though based on the level of unconsciousness and the particular time within the sleeping period. This dream is virtually the opposite in implication (if one were to pretend to “interpret” it rather than grasping its actual meaning) as another dream of this same sleeping period. The flow of water relates directly to the dynamics of sleep (based biologically on the glymphatic system) and the particular timing of the sleep cycle and how relaxed one is, including how relaxed their physical body is while sleeping - evidenced by the fact that most recorded sleeping aids utilize the sounds of water, from oceans to rivers to waterfalls. A dam relates to slightly restless sleep, but it is mainly about water lowering waking symbolism (extremely common, at least once per sleeping period for me for over fifty years). So why did I cheerfully create a dam in “A Shallow Stream’s Dam”, also of today’s date, while “knocking over” another dam in this dream? In both dreams, the preconscious was atypically cheerful, though in that dream, there was an attempt at reinduction (that is, to sustain and deepen my dream state), though my act of creating the dam curiously caused the water to lower on both sides of it (rather than increase the essence of water on one side, to deepen my sleep) and eventually led me into the link to return flight waking symbolism (the giant duck’s footprint that had created a pond linked to the stream). In this dream, the water lowering waking symbolism is of the same implication, yet occurs by preventing the dam being completed near my (fictional) house and there is no discernible stream to begin with, just pieces of the dam lying about in the clearing. Although this might be considered an aggressive act, my subliminal realization of this waking symbolism is what caused the rifles held by the other dream character to not be “real”, as a “real” rifle would be a more dominant rendering of RAS (reticular activating system, the biological function that mediates sleeping and waking and level of awareness), but because I had already subliminally stopped reinduction in this dream (that is, not lengthened my dream or deepened or sustained my level of unconsciousness), no “real” weapon was needed to truncate or alter the dream state as a wake-up alert. In simple summary the other dream reveals, “I would like to sleep longer” while this later dream (in the same sleeping period) reveals, “I do not need to sleep any longer and am ready to get up for the day”. The fake wooden rifles also represent the softer awakening, that is, without a hypnopompic kick or other spontaneous muscular waking trigger.
I was lost in china? on an abandoned train station.There was sand. There were lions playing with eachother. I was pretty scared ,I tried to keep a low profile. A lion came up to me ,it seemed to be friendly, I have pet him , he was really fluffy and all that.
Updated 11-19-2017 at 11:19 AM by 92016
In an apartment it appears to be xmas time and my daughter is up and about. I look out the window and below I can see many alley ways. I magic a gameboard that goes zipping out of the window. I go down and nose around but I come across some people up ahead who are in a modern style tent, they are huddled together dealing drugs. note: i'm thinking of going back to viewing images in my minds eye, as they are always far more interesting than my dreams.
#WBTB Method I was woken up by my daughter who's not feeling well. I attended to her and then returned to the kitchen where I thought about stacking the dishwasher. I picked up some random items and stood there for a while ... Nah. I ate a banana, cos I was kind of hungry and thought about whether to get up or go back to bed. It was 4am. I was planning to be up between 5 and 6, so going back to bed risked oversleeping. And I wasn't feeling tired. I got back into bed to tinker with my new old mobile phone and go back to sleep. I downloaded some apps, including Instagram and Twitter, which is where I ended up. Read some tweets and then tweeted about #wbtb and then read some more. Twitter didn't work properly on the phone. Finally, the light and tapping noises seemed to be disturbing my wife's sleep, so I set the device aside and lay down. I focused on relaxing and staying aware of how I was feeling. I counted every breath. I was surprised to find that I was feeling very, very, very relaxed, with my body feeling heavy and almost paralysed, but still aware. I was surprised because I'm normally asleep before noticing this. I reached 12 before losing count and being immersed in a pleasurable slumber. It felt like being aware of being asleep. Not aware of dreaming. Is lucid sleeping a thing? Just being asleep and aware of being asleep. I could feel the mattress and the blanket and my body. I'm not sure if I couldn't move or didn't want to. It was peaceful and safe; moving was the last thing on my mind. Everything was very dark grey and close, like the world was soft around me. I was looking around, so I figured that I was in a dream now. I suppose I was in a kind of doorway to the dream, because there was only sensation. Nothing to see at all except very dark grey. I heard my daughter in the kitchen then and she called to me, so I prepared to go to her, disappointed to be roused from bed again ... except I was standing up, leaning against a chest of drawers. I walked very carefully across the dark room and considered whether I was sleeping because I had been lying down under the covers earlier and I didn't remember standing up. Caution seemed wise. I went out into the kitchen, but the kitchen wasn't there. It was a coach station. -- The key things that I think contributed to lucidity: Not being tired Eating a banana - at the time, I thought it might help with lucid dreaming. I imagine the thought was more powerful than the banana. Reading, looking after daughter, doing something for 30 mins instead of going straight back to sleep. Reading about dreams Tweeting about lucid dreaming -- In the dream, I'm thinking about what to post on Twitter. Focus Dean! I'm sure there was something I was meant to do in my next lucid dream... Now I'm holding two samurai swords. I spin them round a little bit, but it seems to obvious. I think I should explore a bit. A coach is reversing over grey concrete, performing a laborious three-point turn. At the end of the coach station that is nearest me, two teachers are sitting at cluttered desks. They call some young students over. A boy who is clearly not interested in being here comes over and collects a drawing from the male teacher. The drawing contains his results for his exam. He walks off with it without even looking at it. "Hey," I say. "Can I see that? I'm interested." He hands it over, looking like he's expecting to fail. I'd like to tell him that he's done well, but I can't understand this evaluation at all. It just looks like a kid's drawing. It's not even a good one. "Well done, kid," I say. "It'll be okay." And I hand it back to him. He takes it and just looks at me. He doesn't even shrug. Then he walks away, sort of swallowed by darkness. I catch the eye of the male teacher. He doesn't say anything either, but he looks at me as if to say: "You see? This is what we're dealing with here on a daily basis." I lose the dream here for a while, but I remember thinking about flying or doing a super jump, but again, I didn't want to do anything obvious. I end up outside with my wife who is gardening. I was thinking about gardening in waking life earlier and I make the connection in the dream. A friend arrives. She's brought us gardening gloves. I smile at her, delighted, but she avoids my gaze. At first, I think she's being modest about her gift, but then I think that maybe I've misconstrued the situation. I start to suspect that these are not gifts but only a loan. As I have the thought, she glances at me, as if she heard it and is agreeing. Under my gaze, the gloves degenerate; holes appear in the fingers and palms. I'm aware of my body in bed and I shift to get more comfortable. I'm still in the dream, but it closes on me and again it goes dark grey. There is no up or down, just comfort and gentle floating. In the darkness I hear my wife getting out of bed. The light comes on.
UHS dropped out. saw ms. lopez ms. navarro paid for lunch abby zack filthy frank tazer made out cris alyssa school lunch going ghost the security guy from my school which is a dark but skinny guy
DJ Log: November 17, 2017 – 4:00AM (USA Eastern) • NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID • (Note: First lucid moment in a long time. Also, first recall for a few months.) I am standing in an empty cement block building and for no apparent/recalled reason, I suddenly realize I am dreaming. I think for a second, "What are you supposed to do in a lucid? Oh yeah, fly." ...So I fly around the room for a little while before waking up. When I wake up, I'm kinda mad that I wasted a perfectly lucid moment just flying around inside an empty room.
Date of Dream: FRI 17 NOV - 2017 Dream No. 228 - Never Mess With A Dream Guide The dream took place in my current house. Something was happening in the bathroom. Each member of the family had a go at subtly trying to torture me. I forgot what my mum and brother did but I accepted neither one's antics. I can clearly remember though what my dad was attempting to do. He had a coffee cup with like 1000 degrees celsius water in there and he wanted me to press my lips on the cup. I kept refusing but he kept convincing me to do it. For some reason, his requests were harder to avoid... So I thought to get Dreamy WB's opinion on the matter. I stepped just outside the bathroom and started calling her. The dream was making it difficult to project my voice, as I battled it always tapering out. At one point, I could see my dad inside the bathroom, looking at me like why haven't I put my lips on the cup yet? I changed my calling to “Dream Guide”. The rest of the calling ceremony was comprised of a combination of “Dreamy WB”, “Dream Guide” and other phrases to emphasize the intention. It took a while but Dreamy WB eventually, casually walked in from the stairs, like she had let herself into the house. Her appearance was the sprouting afro with the black pencil dress. She then followed me into the bathroom while I quickly and quietly told her what was going on. I ended up asking her to try the cup for me. I think my dad heard me as he said he wanted me to do it. He then goes to me in this creepy sounding voice, “The cup, it's calling to you” (it felt a bit like Coraline there). Still, it was Dreamy WB who approached it and boy did she react to the cup badly. Since I couldn't see past her afro, I looked at what she was doing through the mirror. As soon as one of her lip hairs was on the cup, her head went flying backwards and her eyes were so big. She did not take my dad's cup stunt lightly. She was full on lecturing him, telling him to “stop his nonsense” and she wasn't afraid to call him by his first name either. After that, there was no one in the bathroom except Dreamy WB and myself. There was then a stool set up in the middle, just in front of the basin. Dreamy WB was sitting on it and she invited me to hop up. Once I climbed up on her, she gave me a big hug. I was just resting on her in silence for a fair few minutes while she bounced me up and down on her knee, clutching me close to her body with her arms. Eventually, a stranger came into the bathroom and told us that one of us had to leave. I said that I would leave as I didn't want to lose Dreamy WB on return. He questioned my idea but I told him “I can perform my recital elsewhere, it's not just confined to the bathroom”. I soon came back and it was just me and Dreamy WB in the bathroom again. Once again, I climbed up onto her and spent the rest of the dream just resting on her, contemplating life. Dream Trophies Achieved: - None Hugs Received From Dreamy WB: 13 Hugs Received From WB: 3 I've Been Saved From Nightmares How Many Times?: 0 I've Been Saved From General Dream Disasters How Many Times?: 20 Mum's Been Saved/Helped How Many Times?: 3 Dad's Been Saved/Helped How Many Times?: 0 Brother's Been Saved/Helped How Many Times?: 1 Grandma's Been Saved/Helped How Many Times?: 0 I think some aspects of this dream resemble Dream No. 86, the parents causing mischief. The difference is that in Dream No. 86, Dreamy WB didn't directly deal with the parents whereas in this dream, she did.
Updated 04-05-2018 at 11:07 AM by 93119
Date of Dream: TUE 14 NOV - 2017 Dream No. 227 - The Impossible Plaza I don't remember what happened at the start of the dream. From where I do remember, my mum and I were going to Chisholm Institute for something. We passed a train station and one of the staff started yelling at us because we didn't have our Chisholm fare card. I told them that they only provide services to the Lonsdale Street Campus and that we wanted to go to the Stud Road campus. They still kept yelling at me and so I had to repeat myself many times. We eventually walked off and my mum decided that she wanted to do to Dandenong Plaza. I saw the plaza in the distance and thought I knew how to get there. My mum and I would jump over these wire fences that would get higher and higher as we went further on. Eventually, we lost sight of the plaza and my mum was going to give up. We saw a random 60km speed sign placed in the grass... My mum said we'd make a turn at the 60km sign. We ended up at some random place with all these beds in it. I now had the idea to summon Dreamy WB to help us get to the plaza. At first, I said “Dreamy WB, help us!” but then when my mum was near, I instantly changed my calling chant to “dream guide, help us!”. As usually, I kept calling out for her until was confident that she heard me. Eventually, I couldn't see my mum anymore, I was by myself again. I saw Dreamy WB around a corner, in a small, elegantly decorated room. Her hair was tied back into a low frizzy pigtail with her stand out item of clothing being a blue jumper. When I approached her, she ended up giving a really long, hard hug. I told her we had to find my mum and I also told her to take my mum's handbag. It looked strange seeing my mum's handbag swung around her but I thought she'd carry it more effectively than me. Part way through, I realise my mum is back at the original place, so I tell Dreamy WB to hurry back. That's all I can remember for this dream. Dream Trophies Achieved: - None Hugs Received From Dreamy WB: 12 Hugs Received From WB: 3 I've Been Saved From Nightmares How Many Times?: 0 I've Been Saved From General Dream Disasters How Many Times?: 19 Mum's Been Saved/Helped How Many Times?: 3 Dad's Been Saved/Helped How Many Times?: 0 Brother's Been Saved/Helped How Many Times?: 1 Grandma's Been Saved/Helped How Many Times?: 0
Updated 11-20-2017 at 06:07 AM by 93119
Date of Dream: MON 13 NOV - 2017 Dream No. 226 - Motion Manipulation I don't remember much about this dream. From where I can remember, I was using some sort of power to help people get up onto a very high ledge in this large room. Then after that, I strangely turned the very top of my head into a tree, with branches sprouting out from my hair. I am in MYER and that's where I see WB. I told her about everything I did to help the people reach the ledge and for once, she sounded very interested. About half way through the conversation, Ms Au. comes along and tries to lead WB away from me. WB ends up coming back though as she wants to hear the rest of my story. There is then a segment in the dream where I hear that TH is living in Dandenong for a few days. I tell my mum that I want to see him while he's still there. I don't remember anything else about this dream. Dream Trophies Achieved: - None Hugs Received From Dreamy WB: 11 Hugs Received From WB: 3 I've Been Saved From Nightmares How Many Times?: 0 I've Been Saved From General Dream Disasters How Many Times?: 18 Mum's Been Saved/Helped How Many Times?: 2 Dad's Been Saved/Helped How Many Times?: 0 Brother's Been Saved/Helped How Many Times?: 1 Grandma's Been Saved/Helped How Many Times?: 0
Date of Dream: SAT 11 NOV - 2017 Dream No. 225 - The Class Runaway The first scene that I can remember to place in the Killester music rooms. The 2016 music class was repeating itself. WB was saying something to me and I can only remember what she said at the end. It was something along the lines of “just like an accountant”. I thought, how can she make a reference to accounting when she can't even do the subject? I then realised she was actually making a reference towards me directly. I can't remember the rest of the scene. I was then outside in the front yard of my old house and was thinking about the Internal Controls class that was about to start soon. It was being taught in my sitting room! I always looked through the window but never came to the class. I was aware that we were in week 5 of the term and after that, there were two classes left... So I didn't care about my attendance rates anymore. I went to the side of the house where there was plenty of trees and shade. There ended up being two chairs placed on the grass. Just as I took a seat on one of them, this middle-aged Asian man appeared on the chair next to me. For some unknown reason, I felt awkward with that guy next to me. I ended up saying to him, something like, “ah sorry but I'd rather prefer it if my dream guide was here”. The guy then faded out of sight and not long after, Dreamy WB came into sight on the same place. I then asked her if she could help me. She agreed and hugged me from the side, massaging me to try and take away my current stress. I can't remember what happened after that. Dream Trophies Achieved: - None Hugs Received From Dreamy WB: 11 Hugs Received From WB: 3 I've Been Saved From Nightmares How Many Times?: 0 I've Been Saved From General Dream Disasters How Many Times?: 18 Mum's Been Saved/Helped How Many Times?: 2 Dad's Been Saved/Helped How Many Times?: 0 Brother's Been Saved/Helped How Many Times?: 1 Grandma's Been Saved/Helped How Many Times?: 0
Date of Dream: THU 9 NOV - 2017 Dream No. 224 - Better Luck Next Time I don't remember much of this dream at all. I remember that I had to do my VCE recital again as something went wrong back in 2016. The singing lessons were also repeated with the same teacher. Later on in the dream, there was a scene with WB but I have forgotten it completely. The last scene was me flying around the streets of my old primary school, trying to locate something... That's all I can remember. Dream Trophies Achieved: - None Hugs Received From Dreamy WB: 10 Hugs Received From WB: 3 I've Been Saved From Nightmares How Many Times?: 0 I've Been Saved From General Dream Disasters How Many Times?: 18 Mum's Been Saved/Helped How Many Times?: 2 Dad's Been Saved/Helped How Many Times?: 0 Brother's Been Saved/Helped How Many Times?: 1 Grandma's Been Saved/Helped How Many Times?: 0
In this dream I was non lucid on a train. When I heard the next stop would be an amusement park and saw the last people exit before the door shut I panicked. Shouting for help as everything went dark. Once it was fully dark I became aware it was a dream and thought of Kiro. However, I ended up on a bed in my old house where a figure surrounded with water flew towards me and attempted to kiss me. I felt like I couldn't breathe though so I tried pushing it away till I realized I didn't need to panic. Since it wasn't real water i was breathing just fine. It worked but i still didn't want it kissing me though. After getting it to move away I woke up.
Updated 11-17-2017 at 04:28 AM by 67570
Earliest memory of the dream is a firefight in a parking lot at night. I was firing on two other guys with a shotgun, and before that with a carbine. I was very annoyed they wouldn't die despite hitting them at point-blank range. They escaped in a vehicle. Not content to give up the chase, I break into a car myself, hotwire it, and pursue them. This all felt very much like a video game, like GTA V. Anyway, I'm racing through the streets, trying to find them. I'm driving a big rig now, with a massive and sharp "scoop" mounted on the front. I see my victims. I think they drove into a wall and were stuck. I went full speed and smashed into them as hard as I could. The scoop went right through their windows (their car was a kind of armored van now?), quite possibly killing them all there and then. I rammed them a few more times to make sure. Suddenly my truck was gone, and I was on foot, holding the crushed car in my hand (it was really small all of a sudden?) and smashing it into walls and the ground in a fit of extreme rage. Their car was little more than a flat sheet of crushed metal now, covered in blood. Someone else was with me now. I realized we had to bail before the cops spotted us. As I ran off I could see a car approaching on the street, but I don't think it was a cop. I have some more vague flashes of earlier dreams, but nothing even remotely coherent. A food stand? A long road in the countryside? A part of a "Serious Sam" level?
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