I'm sitting across from a DC at a desk. The character is a female and appears to be an office worker of some sort. We don't talk at this point, but something starts to feel strange, and I say "I'm dreaming" as my awareness comes through. Simultaneously, my visuals begin to deteriorate to very blurry, then to void. However, I maintain my tactile sense in the dream by sticking my hand out and feeling the DC's face as the visuals wane. I maintain stability in the dream scene, feeling the shape and texture. At this time, something strange occurs that hasn't happened to me before: I feel as though my mind is divided between the dream I'm exiting, and either waking life, FA, or void (difficult to tell). I get the vague sense that I'm beginning to feel a body in another location simultaneously. I lose my awareness, and can't account for the following scene.
Updated 06-24-2016 at 01:52 PM by 50425
2mg melatonin at bedtime (midnight-ish), thoughts/worries won't quiet down about 4-5 hours: + I'm DO flying around outside a multistory parking garage (3-4 stories). I'm explaining to a companion how another one is better, this one has the inconvenient quality of that large cubic protrusion on the upper corner. And there isn't that tree like the one on the top of that protrusion. That tree is evil: it has tentacles (snakes?) instead of branches and is very dangerous. I'm walking on the ground away from the structure and I call back and taunt the tree and say after I recharge my energy I will fly back and defeat it. Immediately I see a man coming towards me (from the sky?), an emmisary of the tree? He is aggressive and coming to fight. I'm not ready and I retreat into a parking garage. I get on to a long rope/rubber band hanging from the ceiling and start swinging back and forth, so does the guy. I'm trying to avoid running in to him. I say that I need to recharge my energy, and ask if he could come back later (haha)? Then we're on foot and I'm walking away from the garage outside in sunlight, and we're bumping in to each other, taking some swings and I'm pushing him back. I don't want to be seen hitting him. Then I manage to get him seated in a wheelchair and I'm pushing him. He's trying to reach up behind and grab me. I taunt him "stop acting like a crayfish!". We're at some fish farm. A narrator is talking about a variety of blue fish that is sad/sick, and is not swimming properly. Some kids are sad about this and their mother/parents is trying to cheer them up. A guy (fish farm manager?) is talking about the "dog fish", it is a larger rounder fish with big fins. The fins got stuck in some vent. Then he says the fish died. Up for a quick pee, BTS, have to use relaxation. Some lucid intention setting first. later, many scenes, final waking about 10 hours: +(f) in the diving pool/board, a girl is diving + driving on the road, I'm turning around at a stop light, letting another car go, then returning "Home", which is N&A's house, A is coming out from the garage and I'm going in, the door closes but I manage to get in under the lower part of the door which is all a flap + (vague) I'm approaching some girls and kissing them. I'm careful not to kiss too long so I don't wake up. I kiss a few different girls(?), each kiss is a couple of seconds +(f) I'm in bed with my wife. There are a few words spelled out in the wrinkles of the sheets next to us +(f) sweeping the floor in an indoor (class) room +(f) I'm using a laptop/tablet with an odd-shaped screen and the hinges are noisy, like they're filled with sand +(f) in a room with lots of electronic scopes and eqiupment
Morning of June 22, 2016. Wednesday. My wife Zsuzsanna and family and I as we are now are at a large unfamiliar park, though perhaps implied to be in Brisbane. It is somewhat like a composite of the South Bank and Nundah parks. After a time, a group of unknown people start to gather under a shelter. This seems to be related to the beginning of a concert. It seems to be nighttime at first, perhaps around nine o'clock. We listen to the music for a time. Our children stand to our right. We are not actually under the shelter at this point but just on the outer perimeter of it. Burl Ives, or someone much like him in this case, eventually shows up and there is the option to go with him on some sort of tour of the area. Zsuzsanna and I and a number of other people join the group. At this point, our children apparently remain behind, although our two oldest are with the younger ones. We are eventually on a bus going up a hill. Somehow, the time is now late morning or afternoon since it is now daylight. After a time, the bus transforms into a jeep and Zsuzsanna and I are sitting in the front to the right of the driver (which is the wrong orientation if assuming an Australia vehicle). The jeep goes over a narrow road and into a fissure; between two high rock faces (which almost come up to the sides of the jeep), right to the edge of a cliff - and I almost think we are going over and that it is meant to be the purpose and climax of the supposed tour. I see the view far below, mostly of forests and ravines. Soon though, the jeep backs up and I hear an unknown voice behind me say, “Oh, we are backing up now” as if they are relieved our tour did not include going over the cliff. “This is a really stupid way to make a road,” I say assertively. However, the jeep, after backing out from the fissure, is then driven in a perpendicular direction and comes to a stop just before going off another part of the cliff. Again, I contemplate if we are going over but instead the driver backs up a bit and turns and goes down the road and back into town. Having had enough of this “tour”, I leave the jeep as it is still going down the street and somehow end up on my own in an unusual fancy building, which is apparently closed at the time. I try to find a door out of the building to go home (as I am also concerned about where our children are) but I end up only going into what seem like business offices. One room has a male and female who do not regard me. I then turn and go down a hall and somehow (by force of will even though I am not at all lucid) create a door into a portico which leads into a parking lot. It is now nighttime again (and thus Ed Wood must be directing this dream as often seems the case with illogical sudden switches from night to day and back again during the same shorter time period). As I walk through the parking lot, Zsuzsanna is walking to my right as if she had been there all along. I am still concerned about our children’s safety, particularly our youngest daughter. As I continue to walk I realize that Zsuzsanna is still speaking to me even though she is now a mostly yellow (emergent consciousness color) cylindrical music box of the windup type that holds and rotates a baby cot mobile. I accidentally drop her on a parking block as I am stepping over it. I feel bad and hope she still works. I hear her musical whirring and realize she may recover. Firstly, a parking lot represents the liminal space between dreaming and waking and is always an element of the waking precursor for me. Many of my dreams end in a parking lot setting because of the symbolic association between being “elsewhere” (in the dream state) and from there will go “home” (real physical body) even though there is no car association here (and I am inclined to now believe that a parking block may be analogous to a pillow as a dream sign in at least some cases). This last part was also indirectly precognitive as our youngest daughter was slightly injured by falling on a music box (though was not hurt that much). The loose patterns included the music box, the association with a baby or young child, and being hurt in a fall. My dream however, though it foreshadowed the event correctly on one level, used completely different connections. What I find very curious here is how the typical falling start (waking point) was “stopped” twice before I took action to go into a different level of consciousness (though I sometimes deliberately jump from cliffs to enter an enhanced flying mode), which then foreshadowed an event from today. I was unable to prevent it, but I still find it very interesting and typical of the unexplainable facets that occur in some dream types.
Updated 08-15-2017 at 06:51 PM by 1390
Morning of June 22, 2016. Wednesday. In the first part of my dream, my family and I as we are now are seemingly living back on Stadcor Street in Brisbane. However, it seems (or eventually becomes) more like a public venue. Our house is also a little bigger and fancier. I find myself playing an electronic keyboard in our kitchen. I am enjoying the sounds for a few minutes. My music sounds mostly like a reed organ with sustained one-note tones around the 440 Hz range. Eventually, I notice that I am likely annoying a group of people who are performing in a small orchestra in our living room as well as distracting their small audience. I did not even realize that there were other people in our house (other than the members of my family). There are at least six members of the orchestra. I can clearly hear the beautiful music though it does not sound familiar or recognizable as a known work. My keyboard in fact, is almost as loud as the orchestra at first. Even though these people are technically trespassing (though I do not focus on that fact) I decide to stop playing. I remain passive and receptive and eventually go to the living room and the scene shifts. Now I am sitting on a couch in an unfamiliar setting that seems only partly rendered. On my left though, there is ambiguity in whether I am outdoors or indoors (though the implication seems logically indoors). An unknown male of about sixty is on my right. He seems to be talking about the history of a particular musician though I am not sure who he means. In fact, he may not even be addressing me as he seems to be speaking to an invisible audience presumed to be facing our location. I have an old softcover music book with yellowed pages and scroll and seashell patterns on the cover (possibly from the 1800s) and this book may be relevant to his oration but he seems a bit distracted and perhaps he is even an eccentric homeless person. There seems to be something “off” about him. He seems angry about the musician of his speech not having an accurate representation in published works. That is, the books published on his life contain mostly erroneous details. However, it may also be that he is completely wrong about what he is saying in his speech. The scene changes again and I seem mostly uninvolved as I watch Burl Ives blowing on a harmonica in short intervals. The members of the orchestra at the beginning of my dream are chasing him down a hallway. Every now and then he stops and cheerfully and defiantly blows into the harmonica. The orchestra members wave their fists and continue to chase him down the long hallway and around corners but he continues to elude them, mostly remaining about three feet ahead of them at all times. Eventually, they catch on fire but still continue to pursue him, not seeming to notice or care that they are on fire. I watch the flames leaping mostly from their upper backs and shoulders. Now I am watching Zsuzsanna sitting on a park bench. She is looking at a small neat oblong garden bed which has smooth white stones around the shrubs and flowers. It is parallel to the bench and about eight feet away. The head and shoulders of a young male pops up from the ground, but it vibrates and quivers and seems to be a movie prop as it is pale, almost colorless, and clay-like. Its purpose seems to be to fully emerge from the ground but it keeps going down again to about neck level. Another (unknown) person to her right seems to be laughing intensely at the scene and I start to feel a strange cheerfulness as well. It seems to be part of a movie being filmed but they cannot get the prop to operate correctly. Burl Ives has a special symbolic significance for me. He played the skeptic and eventual victim as a result of his own skepticism in “The Bermuda Depths”, which was a movie that signified my path to my “mystery girl” as being a real character (rather than just a dream character as I had originally thought when growing up). Water and fire have always appeared in dreams he has been in. Fire usually relates to dawning conscious awareness and the nature of sunrise (as relevant to day to day reality). The first part of my dream relating to the orchestra seems to be relevant to a time (and as a reminder) for both lucidity and non-lucidity. Although I indulge in apex lucidity on a night to night basis (the type of dream I rarely post), I also find joy and great interest in non-lucid dreams regardless of their content and my excessive familiarity with many component types. Here, I am making music and then decide that the orchestra (the Source or the natural flow of the unconscious realm) should be heeded and heard. The last part relates to a prolonged waking transition. My dream goes a bit haywire. One way to look at it is that I am trying to wake up but I am too amused by the surreal imagery and cannot quite “emerge” from the unconscious realm even though I have been downgraded to a “movie prop” (a movie being analogous to the dream state).
1. I was inside of Walmart with Dylan. The lights in the entire store seemed really dimmed, or not on at all. However, the store wasn't pitch black. I could see really well as Walmart doesn't even use electric lighting for their store much considering they have many sun roofs all throughout the store which allows sunlight in. Judging by the amount of light coming in through the windows at the moment, it wasn't very bright outside, so it must've been overcast. As Dylan and I walked down the main walkway in front of the right main entrance of the store, we saw a group of girls talking in the women's clothing section. "Bro, check out those hot chicks over there" Dylan said. As I got a closer look at them I recognized one of the girls. Her name is Shelbie. She looked slightly different though; her hair was curly and darker than usual. I didn't recognize any of the other girls, but they were all really attractive. Suddenly, a girl who I will refer to as M, came from behind us. "Guys it's time to go" she said. With that, Dylan and I both turned around and started walking towards the entrance. M made eye contact with me and mouthed the words "Walk really slow" and so I did. Dylan stayed walking at the same speed and within seconds was already way in front of M and I. M came up to me and grabbed my hand and held it with a tight grip. We looked in each others eyes once more and it felt as though we were looking into each others souls on a really deep level. Love consumed me. Looking into her eyes was like looking into the night sky on a clear night; so elusive, yet so beautiful. At this point Dylan had already made it outside of the store and got in his mom's car. As M and I neared the entrance we let go of each others hands. We both knew that we didn't want anyone to know our feelings for each other, at least not for a while. We got in the backseat of the car and as we buckled up, Dylan's mom started driving us all back to their house. Somehow, Patrick was already in the car. On the ride back to Dylan's house I noticed that the sky had gone dark, but not fully dark. It was glowing with an electric blue aurora to it and it seemed very foggy. The entire ride back was completely silent; no one said a word, but it wasn't weird, it was peaceful. As we made it to Dylan's house we all got out of the car and went inside. M and I made it inside first and for some reason M brought me into Dylan's room immediately. Once Pat, Dylan, and his mom made it inside they all stayed downstairs and chilled and ate some food. I'm now just standing in Dylan's room with M. She closes the door and some urge brought me to grab her and pull her down onto Dylan's bed with me playfully. M giggled and we both stayed laying down on the bed. We looked into each others eyes again. Her eyes looked so alive and filled with passion. She smiled, and I just couldn't stop thinking about how beautiful she was in every way. I loved everything about her, her smile, her eyes, her laugh, her personality, her imperfections; I loved it all. Suddenly M moved closer to me and I wrapped my arms around her and we started cuddling. She closed her eyes, with a smile still on her face, and snuggled her head into my chest. We stayed like this for only a few minutes. Suddenly Dylan swung open the door with immense speed and walked in. M jumped up and sat down on the floor. We acted as though we had just been chilling the entire time. "What are you guy's doing in here? Making out? Lmfao" Dylan said. Pat walked in behind him. "No that's not even possible because Cory is gay" M said(M always says that about me even though we both know I'm not. Everyone knows I'm straight). Her and I both knew she was just saying that as a cover up, and it fooled Dylan.
21/6/16 Dream 1: I was playing minecraft, helping someone build something. I then fell for a trap they set which killed me and he took all my items. I got angry and set out for revenge, killing him and getting my stuff back. I then prepared my base for defense from the incoming attack from him. Dream 2: I was doing a maths/physics problem about a zeppelin. People where finding it hard but I found it quite easy. Dream 3: It was at night, 2 teams were diving into a huge underwater cave to recover an item, competing against eachother and a clock. Dream 4: Chinese people, a little girl and older one on tv teaching and embarrassing older people. Dream 5: I was at home, trying to clean the tiles from a shit ton of dirt. I got the help of a nearby cleaner because it was so hard.
20/6/16 Dream 1: I was testing a prototype of a new robot which I had invented that keeps people away from an area. I think I was testing it in New Zealand. Dream 2: People in public were remarking about my brother having a huge orange beard. Dream 3: I was in an army style cadet training course. I was in a haunted house style place, I thought there was a caveman or something up there but it turned out to be enemy soldiers so I ran out to escape. I then took a test. Dream 4: I was at a tram stop on an excursion with my school. We were all trying to find good dodgeballs.
19/6/16 Dream 1: I was living inside a video game, There was a boss house and a large tree. Dream 2: My house was getting renovated, a large fence was being built. I got home and had some pizza and talked about an upcoming gadget expo. Dream 3: There were some migrant kids in a comedy sketch all about racism.
18/6/16 Dream 1: I was at school, everyone's morals were informed by a computer. Everyone had to ask it before deciding on anything. I was at a restaurant then I think, where the food was made by people at the school. Fragment: Getting a lot of xp in wizard101
17/6/16 Dream 1: I was watching football at home. I ran to another room and got a ball, then fumbled with it back to the room but the game wasn't on tv anymore. Dream 2: I was using a toasted sandwich maker to cook several random things, like chicken and a beret. Dream 3: I was playing an rpg game, I was leading a group of dwarves in a dungeon. There were different names for sub areas in the game, like Maudlin and Maud and stuff like that. Dream 4: I was at home, there was a party, I tried to find my little brother and then found him naked in the shower.
16/6/16 Fragment: I was climbing through stuff, outdoors, setting up rules. Dream 1: Scrolls got relaunched, I was very excited and paid a bit of money to get a bit of a head start. I started playing in a large room full of other people.
15/6/16 Dream 1: I was in the city with my dad and brother. I crossed the road and slipped away. I wandered near a house and walked inside, discovering it was a meeting place for lucid dreamers. I asked them what was going on and they said they were discussing different plants that were conducive to lucidity. I asked them what they suggested, and the leader said both Mugwort and Calea Z were the best. I thanked him and left after that, heading back to my dad. Dream 2: People were debating over the correct interpretation of Islam. Dream 3: I had a big neckbeard that connected with the hair on the back of my neck, although my cheeks were hairless. I was quite confused obviously.
I was in a candle lit saloon. I had a dark lace like vail over my face Which made it very hard to see. I could hear people talking but I could not Understand them. I did pick up on English/Irish accent. I felt like I was in a differ time like 1800's to 1900's. They were all around me but I couldn't understand anything. I woke up to a dark shadow in my doorway and my name being called.
Bed 8pm-2:30am I'm sitting in some kind of a vehicle, that resembles the trams that transport people at Disney, from parking lot to the park. Only it doesn't have any roof, sits only 2 in a cart and it's lover to the ground. We are traveling on some kind of a path taking us through the wilderness. It's a beautiful day. Blue skies, lots of snow on the ground and sun is shining and reflecting off the snow. Making a wide left turn over a frozen creek between some gentle hills. I see an animal that is a cross between a guinea pig and a hedgehog, golden white and absolutely adorable. Next comes a wolf and as the animals are coming into view, I'm calling out their names. I know the reason why we are there and why it's different than it seems. This, btw is a feeling I have in many of my dreams. Even when I am in danger, I always know it's "just a game". DR few days ago: I'm at a friends apartment. They are going for vacation, so I will be taking care of her guinea pig. It's adorable, small, all chocolate brown with a white zigzag line around his shoulders. I'm taking him with me to my place to take care of him. First time I leave but have to turn back because I forgot to take his food. Holding him in my arms, somehow he gets away and people on the wooden boardwalk help me find him and catch him. This dream was not so pleasant.
I'm a child, and I'm going to a large city park with a group of friends and oir parents. There's a big playground and grassy field, all near the city library. A comfortable place overall. We eventually start playing games like tag and manhunt, and begin to split up. Before I know it, I'm in this grassy area with small, dilapidated houses, shipping containers and toppled buses acting as shelters and tunnels. Most of them are charred black, and there's lots of splintered wood and corrugated metal. It feels like a shantytown, but it still seems to be in the park and viewed as safe. I'm playing alone and trying to avoid the others, but I feel an overwhelming sense of hostility and paranoia growing in the air, and become more fearful as I engage in the activities children do. I'm entering the houses and containers, and at a couple points I see candy lying around and take it. I can feel the other children looking for me as I do this, but they've grown into something more... sinister. At one point I have to crawl through a small, dark tin tunnel with a dog that alternates between whimpering and growling at something behind us, in the house. I crawl to the end toward the house's exit and hug the dog, but I'm pretty sure it gets caught by whatever is hunting us. The dream now has a Silent Hill vibe. I'm not sure if it's still a game. I somehow find out how the other kids have been dying. They get their heads ripped off and replaced with a baby doll's head, or their head gets put on an animal or another person. Then they become sinister. I grow increasingly terrified, and though I can't find anyone, I know that I'm surrounded by pieces of their corpses. The playground is now empty, cloudy and plagued by weeds. I find two adults and we go back to the houses and tins as they demand to know who caused all this chaos, as if they think we're still kids. We wander to a dead end and there are dark, open windows all around us. I'm waiting for someone to reach out from one and grab them, dragging them into the window. I'm not sure if it happens. The last part of the dream show the Scooby Doo gang from the original cartoons, standing and making plans to investigate that area. The sound is fuzzy, as if I'm watching them on an old TV. It seems like a normal episode, happy like it seemed with me, but it will definitely become dark and depressing. The title tune--the one that plays when they display the name of the episode--is playing fuzzily in the background, and I know they're going to die.
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