A strange dream caused by turning on TV by someone in the morning (I often dream about anything I hear during sleeping). I was in my house, in my room. It was late evening, two sisters with mother were tidying my room. There was a TV turned on, someone talking about a brexit and all that political nonsense. I wandered around the house - it still looked like it was before renovation, as if nothing really changed. I went to another room and saw mother again, and few more people too. They were brother's pals that work abroad, first they talked about their works and then they went for politics. I left the room and found myself in a swampy area near a river. Someone was talking about a touristical attraction of that place.
Bed: 23.00 Wake up: 07.00 Now: 07.20 Table I'm in a house. There's a long, rectangular table, with I guess about 10 people sitting at it. There's my best friend, with her brother and father. There's Tina. And then some others I'm not sure about. At one point I make a comment to my best friend about people not sitting in their seats or something. She tells her dad and brother, who immediately go back to their seats. I ask her if she realises that I was joking. Next thing I'm suddenly online with whatever device, sending a message to her dad who is in America. I make a joke about not wanting my friend to be pushed off the sidewalk. He doesn't get it. The profile picture he uses is off a Repsol bike. Home I'm back in the Netherlands for just two weeks. I've ridden a bus to some station. My mom's boyfriend is there. We talk very briefly and then I walk away with.. my mom? And grandma? We walk in the direction of a big building, of which I'm not sure what it is. It's a new building, because I've never seen it before. It looks very old though. It's impressive. Ex and bags I'm with my first ex girlfriend. It's as if we're still together. We're in bed together I guess. I'm working on getting her horny, with success. She is on her period though. She shows this by using some weird.. I don't know what it is. A rectangular pill box for her birth control. The thing becomes red if she's on her period. Dirty, glowing, bloody red. There seems to be actual liquid inside. She's hoping that we'll still have sex. Nope! I on the other hand am hoping that at least I'll get lucky somehow. Nope again. I'm in the back of a car with her. We're driving in Amsterdam. There's a blanket partially covering us and she makes use of it to reach down to my crotch. She's not very proficient at being sneaky. Luckily there is no driver and the rearview mirror has not been adjusted for the person in the passenger seat to see what's going on. The car is driving a bit though. Eventually I need to get out. I take my bag with me. Then the car starts to drive off. My mom's doing. I get very annoyed as there is still a bag or 2 in the trunk which I want to take with me. Eventually I get the opportunity for this. There's my big backpack and then there's another one. I consider for a moment which bag I'll really need. I'm gonna see my mom soon, right? Modelling I'm seeing a WhatsApp conversation on my friend Fi's phone. She's talking to D, the guy who has hired me to model for him. He's annoyed because he thinks I only look internet pretty and not real life pretty, as if my online photo's have been photoshopped. I consider for a moment that it doesn't matter at all, as he'll likely photoshop my pictures anyway.
Non-lucids only but so erratic that I couldn't write even 1 down. Meesha Cat just keeps waking me up over & over all night. Sigh. I'm exhausted so maybe tonight will be better. I think I have to get up early though cuz I'm supposed to watch the grand kids while my daughter goes to an appointment.
I am in what looks like my grandfather's Boise house. I am with several other people, include Mike A. Somewhere in my interaction with the group, I realize I am dreaming. After I become lucid, I realize I am no longer an active character in the dream, but rather, an awareness observing the dream. This is unusual so I decide to experiment with this new "ghost" state I am in. I see Mike in the kitchen. I approach him and whisper in his ear "I am right here." He reacts as though he does hear me but he looks confused because he cannot see me. He leaves the kitchen, but I stay, trying to decide what to do next. I opt for a dramatic dream exit. I consider spinning, but decide to try to sink through the floor instead since that has worked for me in the past. I sink down through a vortex in the floor and find myself in a large, crowded building with many hallways. I begin walking around, looking at the dream and hoping for something interesting to present itself. I see dream characters but am reluctant to approach them for some reason. I feel as though this maze of dark rooms and hallways is endless, and I don't really like it. I've found myself in this kind of maze many times, and I always want out. I consider ways to locate an exit, but I wake up before I try another technique to change the scene.
I am in a large movie theater. Somehow I am both aware of the details of the theater as well as my physical body and the sound of the fish aquarium in my bedroom. I decide since I appear to be "halfway" between worlds, I want to try to go deeper, so I sit down in one of the theater seats and attempt a WILD, or at least a hybrid version of WILD since I'm already dreaming. I feel my body begin the usual distortions I experience with a WILD. I am also aware of the sound of my aquarium growing dimmer as I go deeper into the dream space. Twice I feel myself transition into the void until my aquarium is no longer in the background, but then I am pulled back by the sound again. Each time I snap back I am in the theater again, not my bed, but still holding the awareness of both my physical space and the dream space. On my third try, I finally push all the way into the void and disassociate completely from my body and the background noise of my bedroom. As my vision becomes clearer, I realize I am looking at bright red geometric shapes against a background that looks like outer space. I am enthralled by the scene, wanting to go further into it to see what I am really looking at. I move further "into" the scene, watching the red glowing shapes swirl all around me. I wonder if I have somehow moved into another dimension because everything is so abstract and alien. Unfortunately I woke up in my bed before I could explore any further.
Waiting tables, in the weeds. I had to take ashtrays to outside tables to switch out and I put a bunch of tiny (dirty) ashtrays in my mouth so I could have room to hold other things in my hands. Realized this was gross and removed them, but I think a customer or two saw me. With an ex (EB) and I was miserable, told him that he needed to move out and he said he wouldn’t but I was determined to get away from him. Then the situation became a girl that wanted to blackmail me, and she wouldn’t leave unless I gave her money. I can’t remember what she thought she had on me. I kept telling her to move back home, which I think was Florida. I had a different partner, and even though we were on the verge of ending things, his mother was trying to help me make the girl leave. I was thinking about moving, maybe we were ending things because of this. I remember looking at a map of his mom’s house, the key had the textures of the floors of each room. Partner and I discussed him throwing a bday party for me, to let friends now I wouldn’t be around for a while. He decided to buy them all tickets to a concert instead of a party. I thought this was weird. (But I guess it’s weird that he would be throwing a party for me that I wouldn’t even be attending.) Thoughts: I hate these old ex dreams.
26.06.2016 (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I was in a mall in San Diego, in some kind of race. I was running as fast as I could and I noticed Diego G. running beside me. We were debating on the existance of god and went into a bookstore; we grabbed an encyclopedia and read an exerpt on god (it was more like I stared at the paper and the information just came to me). We kept running and eventually arrived at the beach. I had rented two foam-top boards and I went into the water. My brother and Julio were with me. We kept getting swept north along the shore by the current. There were floating shops everywhere, it was like a small town on the water; the shops were all colorfull, like bright red, yellow, teal blue. We ended up next to a cliff with waves breaking against it. I checked my backpack to make sure my GoPro was in there. I looked towards the shore and saw a plane taking off; the plane had a big patio attached to it and I assumed it was for passengers once they were stable up in the air. I gave one board to Julio and the other one to my brother. They tried to catch a wave that was coming in. My brother stood up no problem, Julio stayed laying on top of the board as he grabbed the wave and at the shore he crashed into a little girl, but the impact was not too strong. The little girl's father turned around and punched Julio saying "Watch out idiot". I realized we were in the swimming only zone, so we got out and walked south towards the surfing only zone. We had to go through a building and pay $4.00; on the other side we could see the checkered yellow and black flag indicaitng the start of the surifng zone. A blond lifeguard was laying on the sand sun-tanning. There was a huge metal structure on the beach that had a big TV. It was playing an episode of Vikings merged with Game of Thrones. There was a fight in a big amphitheatre between a Viking and an Unsullied. The Viking slashed the Unsullied's throat and a stream of blood started flowing out, he dropped dead. Among the spectators were Ser Davos, Sansa, and Melisandre. The Viking started mocking Melisandre by asking the Lord of Light to bring the Unsullied back to life; it back fired by actually working, and the Unsullied drove his spear through the Viking's eye.
I'm in a two story structure at night with a balcony on the second floor. At some point I become aware I'm in a dream and drift from the second floor away from the small group of people who are standing around a circular brown table. I decide to head out of the building, and begin to fly through the wall, and out into the yard of the property. I begin exploring a bit. There are sparse tree throughout the front of the yard, and grass covers the ground. As I fly close to the ground I occasionally look back at the structure taking in the surrounding, heading farther way from the building. I soon lose lucidity and continue dreaming for a period of time.
Morning of June 26, 2016. Sunday. My wife Zsuzsanna and I, about ten years younger, are sitting on a couch in an unknown residence which is implied to be our home. (My dream self does not perceive it as unfamiliar.) We are watching “The Adventures of Ozzie and Harriet” on our television. I notice colors in certain parts of the otherwise black-and-white show, which puzzles me. Holding Zsuzsanna’s hand as we get up, with her accompanying me on my left, we walk up to our television. We continue to watch the show, but the screen seems unrealistically large. To the left is Harriet Nelson in her kitchen. I am aware of Ozzie Nelson in at least two scenes. There is also an unknown teenage female who is in one scene. I start pointing out the different colors in a few different locations even though much of the imagery still seems to be in black-and-white. The curtains seem to have somewhat of an orange tint and at this point, we are looking through an actual doorway and to the left, where the curtains are unrealistically implied to be beyond our side of the wall, covering windows which are somehow not on our side of the wall. I tell Zsuzsanna how I do not think the colorizing is very good as it seems to make the scene look less realistic. I continue to converse with Zsuzsanna as we are now seemingly looking through the doorway of an area of their house, or rather, are now somehow present on the television studio set. Soon, most of the setting is in color. I notice a man standing to our right on the other side of the doorway, in shadow and unrealistically tall. I acknowledge him politely, thinking he is Ricky Nelson, even pointing him out to Zsuzsanna as such, but he seems annoyed after watching us for a short time. He is David Boreanaz, as he appeared in “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” and “Angel”. I realize that we have disrupted the filming or live broadcast of a television show that was meant to copy “The Adventures of Ozzie and Harriet” but without anyone knowing it was a copy or even referencing the older show. I apologize to him. Zsuzsanna and I walk away from the doorway into the semidarkness of a featureless room (which means we had teleported as it is no longer our lounge room). He comes out from a different doorway about ten feet to the right of the one we had been in. I continue to apologize for having disrupted the episode. He seems very tall and imposing but I do not feel threatened. “There are no cell phones here,” he informs us, sounding slightly frustrated but not very emotional, and I tell him we are not carrying cell phones. I tell him that he should play Ozzie Nelson, as he looks just like him. I try to sound respectful, but he seems annoyed by my remark. He probably wants to get back to his work, as it may be live and consequently may need to include an improvised explanation for our disruption to its continuity. I again consider that they may not want viewers to know what television show they are copying even though it seemed we were watching the original show at first (before we apparently teleported to the set). My dream fades as I continue to tell him how he should play Ozzie Nelson (even though that may be who he was meant to be impersonating rather than Ricky Nelson when I had first seen him in the doorway). This dream journal entry and supplementation was optimized for conciseness and clarity on Saturday, 5 August 2017. Thank you very much for your encouraging emails. There was a thread of prescience, as Zsuzsanna had started to check out the “Angel” series from the library without first telling me (and she had not read my entry at the time). This follows the general rule of me continuously having dreams about something which had been on her mind without her having told me. I had originally theorized that “there are no cell phones here” was in reference to the preconscious not typically being a viable vessel of communication, as its primary purpose is to bring the dreamer out of the dream. However, I now realize what the reference may likely be and I cannot believe I did not catch it. Although the waking transition began with doorway waking symbolism, it did not serve to wake me but instead deeply vivified my dream self’s awareness in this case. Still, my dream continued to resolve with the most common form of waking symbolism, return flight. Even though we were in a featureless room of a television studio in the last scene as it transmuted into liminal space, I only now consider that it was a reference to “no cell phones on flights” (and yes, that is a significant gaffe on my part). I found it amazing how my dream’s dimensionality was so vivid yet so skewed, where the wall on the other side of the doorway immediately to our left somehow goes back beyond our side of the wall as well as having windows on that side and not on our side, which would be impossible in reality even by deliberately tricky perspective. In real life, I never thought of David Boreanaz as looking like Ozzie Nelson even though I now see a resemblance. Zsuzsanna and I have never watched “The Adventures of Ozzie and Harriet” together but we have watched “Buffy the Vampire Slayer”, “Angel”, and “Bones”.
Updated 08-12-2017 at 07:13 AM by 1390
yeah so this one was a few days ago i was at my high school and i met tihs older woman who was talking about the band she was in asking alexandria now that i think about it that is totally not correct thre are no females in asking alexandria but she started talking to me about her son she kept saying that he would like me and that we should meet so we did .....this guy omg he was crazy and wild and attractive and the type of guy i go after just perfect we had a stimulating conversatin about things we liked and disliked and we agreed on a lot it was crazy but i really liked him the dream jumped and i t was the next day he greeted me with a kiss ad a hug and he wrapped me up in his red and black jacket man i was mad i woke up that guy was a keeper
+ a semi-lucid moment I'm (lying in bed?) and there is a bright rectangular parallelapiped hovering just over our heads emitting light with some words written on it I think if I can focus on it (I'll get lucid?) + receiving mail at home with wife, pack of (first aid kit?), pack of glittery clothes, wife tries on some of these which turn out to be skirt outfits, I notice how thin she looks + riding my CB250 with a group. driving in car fast missing exists barely time to read signs, screech to a stop and back up to take exit, come to a stop at a stop sign dragging my hands, hold up my fingers show wearing no gloves, head up hill riding CB250 not going fast other friends (walking/biking) are faster I say "yeah it's not fast" +(f) something with parents in CH neighborhood + MR? and other guy sitting at CH? dining room table selecting a FRPG to play, I see a tag "runescape" on their stacks of index cards. They're selecting a character class they want to play, the guy closer to me is thinking about "cleric/monk warrior" + the Russian speaking guy rude driver who blasts through traffic almost hitting me and almost hitting a pedestrian, people run after him and he gets out I'm trying to figure out what language he speaks it's seemingly Russian another guy speaks it better than I do + (f) the path to the highway has changed, there is detour now, and there is a boat show/boat parking lot there now as I drive by on the right + in a gym I'm using a step-into apparatus right next to some hot girls on the left and right of me I get a close up view of them. The gym manager is talking to a bunch of us saying yes we need to bring our own dice. I say I remember [FALSE MEMORY] seeing them in a package around here just before, a long narrow container, I go looking and start seeing containers and open them up but they're empty. I keep looking and start seeing 6-sided dice on the floor in a corner I go to pick them up then look under a wall/cabinet and see lots more dice including colorful/transparent + (f) (trapping the Hulk in a field of green, yellow, and purple?) "I can't breathe through the purple", I feel my body breathing but I can't exhale any air out of my mouth through the purple, the other colors are OK + driving in nature look down a hill to the left and see BiGa playing his oboe outdoors, I say to the group in the car (there is another oboe player in the front seat, I"m in the back) that he's really busy, always playing and going after gigs like this, the driver is a band director and is talking about a new form of <my instrument>, it has a funny "low B" setup. He says it's going to be a challenge getting a "high C" out of it. Since I consider myself the best player I get out my instrument and hurry to be the first to play a high C, I am a bit unsure which thumb key to use, the high C or the high D key?
I recall a fragment. It was close to a midnight. I took a shower and went out of bathroom, meeting my mother on the hallway. She said that I should be aware of huge thunderstorm coming.
06.25.2016 11:00AMPolice Chase!DILD NON-LUCIDLUCID OTHER I am talking to a friend and she tell's me she opened up a boba tea cafe on the college campus I go to. I ask her if she is hiring and she tells me yes she is. I get the job and get to start right away. I actually got a similar job in waking life but under more normal circumstances. I wonder if I will ever dream of my real work. That would be a pretty boring dream. haha They tell me to wipe down and clean everything in the cafe. They even want me to take apart the appliances and clean the parts. It is sort of a drag but because it is my first day and I want the job I do it. After a bit of cleaning the dream skips forward to me driving home to my mom's house. That doesn't really make sense because I live on my own now. I really need to RC when ever I am there. Wait, I am there for weekend right now! *nose plug* My sister's family is visiting. Some sort of emergency siren starts going off outside and the news says to evacuate but doesn't explain why. Could it be an earthquake, terrorists, a meteorite? There isn't enough room for everyone in one vehicle so I offer to drive separate. Everyone in the neighborhood is lining up behind a checkpoint to get out of the neighborhood. That's weird. If this was a natural disaster evacuation I don't think there would be this many police just sitting around. I realize I never really packed anything in my car and turn around to go back to my house. On the way inside I see a friend. In retrospect, both "friend" DCs don't represent real people from my waking life but I still think they are a friend. Weird. "Hey man. Let's get out of here. Can you back my car into the garage while I get stuff to pack. It's the silver Jeep over there." I say as I hand them the keys. I go inside and look in my closet for the tiny little box where I put some of the sentimental things I wouldn't want to loose for situations just like this. I also get the backpack that contains my laptop and dream journal and realize that is everything that is worth spending more time packing. I head out and find my friend is packing my camping equipment into the trunk. "I just don't want to be caught off guard if this is more of an apocalypse type emergence." he explains. I agree and grab my hatchet for chopping wood. "No, you need more than that if it's zombies." He shows me he has an AR-15. The police are watching and freek out. They open fire on us with full auto weapons. my "friend" crumples besides me and I jump behind the cover of my Jeep. "Those are the terrorists. Get them!" I get behind the wheel and start driving. They keep unloading on me but luckily they only hit my Jeep while they still have a clean shot. I am in a chase now and there are quite a few police cars following me. I am thankful that I played so much Need for Speed back in the day. I guess that taught me how to maintain control during high speed turns. The neighborhood feels like a maze. I can't find a way out that isn't blocked off. I take a wrong turn and see a dead end sign at the end. Wait, there is a small ally for pedestrians. It looks just big enough to fit my jeep. I blast through a metal gate and skid onto a larger road. Cars swerve out of my way while I try and get back on the right side of the road. I don't see any police cars and I'm near the edge of town now. If I could get to the freeway I should be able to get away. Right around then I here a helicopter. I look up at it while I try and figure out how to get away from it. I pull over in on of the dry fields that surroundings my Bakersfield. As long as it can see me I will never loose them. I wish I had a rocket launcher or was lucid right now. Wait! I nearly face palm. I am dreaming right now. I have goals to do. I need to destroy a beehive for the Dream Hero League. I fly up to try and get above the helicopter and imagine myself as invisible to DCs for good measure. I wanted to do this task in Los Angeles though. I bet the DHL headquarters is in downtown LA. I fly up higher and see that I am actually in the San Fernando valley now. It is dark but I tell myself it's okay it won't wake me up as long as there is this much street lights. I can't quite see the LA skyline from here so I fly up as fast as I can. I think I over did it because when I looked back down I could see the curvature of the earth and most of the United States. It only took a few seconds so I estimate I was flying at about Mach 500! That is fast but it would still take me 25 minutes to get to the moon. No wonder I always have problems flying there. I need to practice teleporting. instead. I fly down closer until all I can see is Los Angeles. The geography is right but I don't see any buildings. I imagine the buildings there and eventually get it right but right before I fly down it becomes an island and looks wrong again. I get frustrated which only makes it harder to teraform things. I start to wake up and can't pull myself back into the dream because I don't have anything to grab onto so high up and lost feeling in my dream body. I can tell it is to late for a DEILD so I just let myself wake up and enjoy that I got another lucid dream. This is the second time I wasted a lucid trying to get to Los Angeles. I think it is because I pictured myself attempting it closer to my apartment and then trying to go to the HQ. I should postpone my goal of doing DHL missions until next month. My next goal should be to practice teleporting because it will make future goals much easier.
Updated 08-06-2016 at 05:27 AM by 32125
5:15 I'm battling monsters, Orcs Must Die style. I'm fighting fire monsters and ice monsters. I'm able to cast a 'death hex'. I do this when I'm fighting many flying jellies. The UI turns purple and everything becomes very crazy looking. When I cast the death hex the monsters counteract and cast their own version of the hex, summoning a wraith. Later in the night. I'm in a huge house. We(?) are planning to rent it. It's good for climbing, so I climb all over it, exploring every part of it. The house seems all open plan and doesn't seem to have doors. I think it's possible to have a view in most rooms from outside of them. Some women come in after a while to have a look at the house. I'm on the very top of the house climbing on some platforms. After a while we decide not to rent the house and go outside. I see the house's exterior. It seems quite normal and uninteresting. 8:59 DILD I'm drifting in and out of consciousness and decide to become present. A bar comes into sharp focus. Wow, it feels like this is actually my reality, but I realise I'm dreaming. I'm aware of my surroundings -- I'm sat on a leather sofa in a dimly lit bar with some drink in front of me on a coffee table. I'm peripherally aware of my friends somewhere to the right by some stools. I think about manifesting a girl next to me but I start becoming aware of my real body in bed. The dreams fades quickly. I try to hold on by visualising the bar, but I've lost it and I'm back in bed.
I am making out with a man at work, he is beautiful and I might even love him. I lead him somewhere so that we might have sex, but even though I am naked he remains clothed. After a time, someone calls him away and he just goes like I don't mean anything. There is a mirror, it is hammered bronze and I can hardly see myself. I ask someone nearby if they have seen the man I was with. She smiles, and says, "Oh, honey. He doesn't want you." As she says it I lean closer to the dull metal surface. I see that I am ugly. "Oh." I say. "I suppose he wouldn't." Jack and the House I am at the MA house. I am lucid but I don't really remember the dream. There is something awful in the house, and because I am lucid I warn my DCs that something bad is going to happen so they can void it. The house is dark, it's the deep hours the night where everything is quiet, and so very still. There's something that forces them to act outside their nature and I try to save them from that violation by warning them. It doesn't always work. There are several cycles of the same dream where I am trying to save the other people in the house but I don't always succeed. I am in a jungle. Before me stands a riverbed, the banks are choked with vividly green vegetation. A woman tells me that she saw Jack travel downstream, and even the rumor of Him is enough to make me follow. I wade into the cool gray water. I stare down the dark stone tunnel, I can see the end, but I know that once I enter, the current will take me and I will not be able to turn back. I duck under the opening. I have to find him. The water takes me. What I thought was the end, is actually a moss covered support beam. I easily pass underneath it. The tunnel becomes more narrow the longer I traverse it, and each 'end' is actually a mossy support beam. So there is no end. The tunnel narrows, causing me to panic. Each support is further under water so that I have no idea if there will be air on the other side. So, then, there is only the rushing water, the harrowing scrape of the stone walls pressing in around me, and knowing that if only I could get to the other end of the tunnel, everything would be okay.
Updated 06-26-2016 at 11:21 AM by 54746
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