2022-12-20: + in my room, on my laptop looking at (inappropriate) material, videos maybe, the screen zooms out of my control, and at that moment some guy enters my room. I'm frantically trying to cancel and close the video but the zoom feature is stuck and I'm pounding on the keyboard to try to get control back + outdoors daylight group of weird young people: two girls have <female privates> on the back of their heads, some dynamic action, squirrel woman? + church loud singing girl take up woman comes down her hands are bound leather metal ring In a Church large high ceilinged cathedral, slanting seating like in a stadium leading up to where the roof meets the floor, the priest and choir are chanting/singing but it's hard to hear them because there is a group of people behind me (leading downwards, I'm facing upwards as the floor climbs up) who are talking very loudly and drowning out the choir. There is a girl who is crying, her mother takes her up to the top there are beds/pods there and lays her down there, then comes back down to where I am in the pews, there's a guy next to me, (she has the face of a squirrel? don't remember this but it's in the notes), her hands are bound up over her head with a small black leather belt and there's a 1-inch chrome metal ring protruding out of the top of the leather belt. + kiss the pretty girl, "you're so beautiful!" (purple outfit?), observation platform up above: do they see me? We're lying on the ground in this open area, her teeth are fairly pronounced and her lips are thin + long table tea party with spitoon(s?) turns into meeting on language evaluations, "we used to be the rainmakers" (This is the observation area from the above scene?) People are sitting at a long narrow table [DS!!!!] like a picnic table. I'm observing from one point and everyone is sitting a few feet in front of me. There's one guy with a spitoon for his chewing tobacco (and he's spitting into it?), other people are serving and drinking tea, I wonder if someone's going to pour the spitoon out mistakenly as tea? Moving back up the table towards where I am people are reviewing documents, an opened book, I see a lot of words written there, it's a language guide? The group are instructors teaching (English? Linuistics?). Two people who have fallen out of favor and are no longer leaders of the group say "We used to be the rainmakers" (meaning leaders). The leader is turning the pages of the book and evaluating the students , there is wording there describing the characteristics of each student (?) 2022-12-21: + earlier (didn't write any notes): fight in the snow on LaLom blvd in B hills? + in a bank: indoors, large open area. Row of agents on higher elevated area on stools sitting at counter, they're sharks giving people bad rates? I'm discussing a (loan? financial transaction of some kind) with bank's team in the middle of the large room. I pull up a high table with a tall chair and bring it alongside the large conference table at sit on the stool, the banker asks what I'm doing, I'm angry and say that the table is too low and uncomfortable and I'm upset about discussing my private information in such a public space. The banker (team of them) then moves our meeting to a private meeting room on the side of the open area. + in a family reunion? I'm walking behind my mom and I see a guy walk past her on the right, shouldering her obviously on purpose twice in rapid successsion. I get mad at him and call him out and say it was on purpose. He jumps on to a long table [DS] flopping on his back in front of some other guys sitting at the end of the table. A couple of my relatives get up and leave the reunion in protest to how my mother was pushed. I decide to stay and continue to listen and side of move to a hiding place and crouch down ------------- It becomes a product troubleshooting meeting. They're talking about problems with the products. I stand up and say I'm glad I stayed to listen, and tell them that I have seen the problems myself: using my concrete printer I have notice that the plastic parts are too brittle and tend to shatter. There is an idea of urgency in needing to address the problems and get the product launched as soon as possible. + company N screen: an employee is demoing a screen technology, sitting at a desk in a large open indoor area [DS], this screen material has the special property that it highlights movement of objects that are (not supposed to be there?), I think this would make it a great material for a fighter jet windshield as it would highlight (the objects get brighter to make them easier to see) incoming enemy objects.
WTF Had a dream where Jesus was telling me Jamie is going to die soon. His exact words. Ummm... Not sure if i believe it. (I can't vouch for my dreams being 100% prophetic, just sometimes strange real life coincidences with them). Since i haven't heard from her in so long, and we don't have any mutual friends, if such an event took place I would likely never know of it. It's already like she died in a way to me, I suppose... It seems like she wouldn't lift a finger to reach out even in the event of imminent death anyway. So, besides having and posting these dreams (A well that has already pretty much dried up.) there's absolutely nothing I can do about it. Visit from beyond My Cousin Kiah, Who had a seizure and drowned not 10 feet away from where I was sleeping, while she was detoxing from fentanyl addiction. Saw me in a dream in some house and run up to me, started talking to me. I started freaking out and screaming in fear as she's supposed to be dead. She looked really offended by that. Wow. Crazy flashes (note this may or may not be related to the Jesus prophecy dream) I was a girl or woman. It was really dark, I was with someone who was also injured, We are freezing to death maybe outside or in a place with no heating. Something burns out. I say, or the other woman says, "OH NO!!! IT's Burned out!!!." we both start sobbing because it means death for us. Flashes forward we are both trying to run somewhere to safety but we are fading fast.
This dream felt like I was watching a movie. Of course, because it was a dream, it pretty much felt like I was watching it through VR, like I was a ghost or something. Anyways: The "movie" takes place in medieval times and followed a guy. He was big, and a bit dim, but motivated and kindhearted. He kept trying to deliver a very important and powerful item to someone in power that would be used to save the day, but this person was actually evil! They kept avoiding taking it because they know it would be used to stop their plans. Eventually, he spontaneously decides to get on a horse and quickly travel to their new house, still being built, to see if they're home. He finds that they aren't there, so he decides to look around the place. He doesn't find much, until he looks under the floorboards. He slowly lifts a board out to get a crack at what's below, and he finds a hidden basement! He looks shocked, and is ready to go in. He puts the floorboard back where it was, but it spins in place, like the signposts in Sonic games. As it spins, each rotation causes the area shown beneath it to be something brand new, caused by magic. It finally stops spinning, and it ends up on a restaurant. He takes out the floorboards, and jumps into the room. It appears to be a sort of Italian restaurant, with brick walls, warm yellow lighting, and red and white checkered tablecloths. After just a moment, a waiter, a female anthropomorphic frog, walked up to his table, and asked what he wanted. He decided to try an order he knows no restaurant is able to serve him: "I'll have deviled eggs with pepperoni and a side of cornbread." Shortly after, she came back with the order exactly. He was shocked, and it tasted amazing too! --- That was kinda a random dream, but it was fun to watch unfold!
BT 00:45 19.12.2022 + walk past company N group, they do not respond to my greetings. Outside, daytime, walking in bare hills? + company N stock window: standing about 20-30 feet back from a service window counter with 4 open windows with 4 parallel lines with people standing single-file. I'm in the 2nd line from the left, and it's the "purple" line. My line surges forwards and I see a bit closer to the front. Each window is different, and has a big title over each window, a range of digits, which I think has to do with the purchase price that the employee has made in the (ESPP?) plan. My old friend and colleague JoWei is at the front of my line, and is handing in pieces of people filled out in a matrix style. I think and say that these look like bingo cards. + JTy conversation. Company N colleague, asks me "how did you like the <conference>?" I answer that "I'm bummed, because I thought that somebody [from company N] would have called me back by now. JT says "call me, then I will be able to call you" (because it will be answering my call as opposed to reaching out to me, which he's apparently not allowed to do). + discovery and publication of an important math function, books, featuring arrows, the theory has been evolving over time. In a covered parking area at night time, I see pages of the books discussing this discovery, it involves diagrams with arrows on them. + screaming at (actors? characters?) from the hobbit on a dark hill just below me, trying to fly up to the top, can't fly, (they're dragging at my feet?), I'm screaming about how bad the movie adaptation was? waking WBTB came downstairs BTS (about 0.5 - 1 hour later?) + I'm preparing for a fight against an opponent, I have some apprentice (young girl?) who will fight my opponent's (dog?). I will fight with my sword, it is a long sharp slender rapier. I'm trying to find it. There are a pile of short kitchen knives, serrated knives, even a long and heavily serrated blade, but this is not my sword + sitting outside in daylight on a high ledge with son S2 on my left and S1 on my right. I say something about <term for oral sex performed on a woman>, son S2 says "c**t lips and a**hole!" I say "did he just say c* and a*?", son S1 says "vaginal...<something>". ------------ I move to the left, I'm hanging/floating outside a building's (2nd floor?) window, I'm inspecting growing vines there, I discern that there are cherry tomatoes growing there, (out of season so I'm a bit amazed?), I comment on this to the owner, I fall down towards the ground on my way down I pass a mass/web of (poorly seen) dark blobs which I think are spiders, continue down and I see another, larger such blob: dark/hazy poorly seen large clumps of spiders. Can't move on the ground, struggle to move, wake up in bed jerking my arm. + in a room indoors, neutral lighting. There is a girl there, babysitting a small weird creature. It is vaguely human, very small, with a small head, sort of "Dobby" looking from Harry Potter but smaller. It is sort of slightly moving around and wagging / turning its head. I say "he's so small!" she answers "yes due to his (medical) condition." She lies back raising her arms up, I notice some black pit hair, I think this means <other places> are hairy, too. I'm looking at her and wondering if I can engage with her. Is she too young? She mentions how dirty this place is (apparently my place?), how "you haven't picked up since I was here (2 weeks ago?)". I look around and see a lot of McDonald's wrappers, I begin picking these up. I see a number of sauce containers peel-off tops around and also pick these up. + With wife L. She's upset that I'm spending time (returning to?) a group led by "Hagrid" (?), she doesn't want me spending time there: "Leave his group!" she says. I say OK, you know best. She is either topless or in a tight halter/tank top and looks really sexy. We go to relax in a "water pod," we put our heads inside, and look up, and I'm amazed that I can breathe easily inside the water. final waking ~09:50, OOB 10:06
I was walking through some sort of large place with tables that people were sitting down at. A convention hall for clubs and hobbies, or a lunchroom, perhaps. I was asked by the people of a certain table I passed by to do the "Crystal Eye" Test, or something like that, I forgot. (It had "Test" at the end of it, for sure). I responded with "No, I do lucid dreaming, thanks." They had dumbfounded looks on their faces, and I just continued walking away. --- So, I think this is related to concepts like reality shifting and astral projection, which I don't believe in. But also, dang! I literally mentioned lucid dreaming in a dream, and nothing came out of it!
I walked into a classroom (like this was my goal, to be there for the next period of school), and it was a Science test about the "San Francisco version of modeling positions". I tried to figure it out quickly before the test started by looking at the notes of someone who was sitting next to me, but I couldn't figure it out. I then tried copying their notes, but it seemed nonsensical to me. Also whatever this is, that I recorded in the dream journal entry right after: "Left or right = convert to a specific 4 letter word I forgot, add a longer specific word I also forgot that makes it 15 letters. 15 x (i)686 (for left) or 15 x (x)64 (for right) multiplies to a big number you need to do it." So, this dream was kinda a bunch of nonsense, which is odd. I did take a science test the day before though. By the way, i686 and x64 are computer hardware architectures. Maybe this is all related to when I don't study for tests and can't fully figure out what some vocab terms mean. They're just nonsense to me.
I think I remember scenes from one continuous dream but they could've been separate dreams. Either way, I think the scenes I can remember were all on ground level. Most of them seemed to be inside various rooms of a hotel and bar (though in some scenes it might have been a different building in another place - it had a similar feel at the very least though) and in the car park outside it. As it was all ground level it must have been a single storey building like a bungalow. * I was working with some other guys who were very faintly defined. I barely noticed they were there and at times I suppose they weren't. I vaguely remember we might have been moving around the building looking for various (mechanical?) parts. I remember a brightly lit white or lightly painted room with a row of large, tallish white framed windows with daylight coming into the room. Later we, or at least I, were outside in the car park and I had to fit lots of strange parts onto what seemed to be a motorcycle (as parts had obviously been removed). I had a sense we needed to get this ready for some kind of a job (maybe something a bit dodgy). One part I remember was smallish and made of grey metal. Part of it was sort of tubular like it was an exhaust tip or exhaust baffle and at the back it had a very rough shape like it had been melted or very poorly cast. I had to fit that near the back of the bike. It would make sense that it was going on the exhaust but my dream brain wasn't clear if this thing even had an exhaust. It quickly morphed into me working on what looked like the area where a back wheel would go, the hub or axle components maybe. * In another large hotel (reception or lounge) room maybe facing a car park, again with quite a few largeish windows I think, I was complaining to someone about how my relationship was going badly. I think it was about a girlfriend losing interest or possibly showing signs of leaving. I think I was asking if I should take her on more dates (to rekindle interest) or the DC suggested it to me/agreed. But then I was saying something like there are only so many times I can take her to the cinema or [some other date ideas]. I get a sense I was frustrated about a number of relationships not really working out, rather than necessarily just this one. * I was moving around a crowded bar area which might well have been part of the same hotel. In the middle of the wall opposite the bar was the front door with a large enclosed porch. I don't remember seeing tables in the bar. I think there were just lots of people standing all around the room. I got a sense that I had some sort of task or mission to complete which was why I had to keep walking back and forth through the crowd of people [This having some fuzzily defined mission / quest / assignment seems to be a recurring theme in my dreams lately. New DREAM SIGN: fuzzy or strange mission]. * I think I remember choosing food in a large canteen. It could've even been school [hazy about this - it might not have even been in this morning's dreams].
I have been dabbling with trying to build or find a persistent realm for a while now. I have visited worlds that either I or others have "invented" (or not, depending on your theory about that kind of thing). I suspect that these might be persistent realms, and returning to one of these might be an obvious route to find a PR. I'm also thinking of focusing on finding locations that I would like to revisit. Last night I decided that I would observe my dreams and see if there were any locations that might make a nice PR. I proceeded to dream about a series of rather nasty places. A world where people have virtually unlimited access to their favorite food - but no willpower so that they pretty much can't help but eat until they explode. A world where prisoners are kept naked and abused by the authorities. A "doctor's office" that looked more like a medieval torture chamber (nicknamed "the Spider Lab" - didn't stick around to find out why)...I think I'll keep looking.
I dont remember too much from tonight. here are the fragments I remember. I was in an auditorium style classroom built in the architectural style of Frank Lloyd Wright. There were large slanting windows as walls to the left and right, as well as a glass ceiling. In front of us was the professor explaining something about time dilation or time manipulation (I cant remember too clearly). The classroom was a time manipulating room. As the professor was explaining this, the stars visible outside through the glass began to streak through the sky like in long exposure photographs. We were either moving through or outside of time. ...... I was at the same school as the fragment above, but after class in the daylight. Me and a group of other people were walking along the top of a wall (or maybe it was just a thin path). I was ahead since I think I wanted to show them something. We may have been following another group who was much further ahead. I turn back to look at the group and see, to my horror, there was a luminescent purple mark hovering a few inches above the path I had just walked across. The mark was circular, about 5 inches in diameter, with either an X or some other mark in the center (I cant remember too well). In the dream, I had seen this before which made me realize I was in a time loop. I fell outside of time into some kind of void. ...Not sure if fragment above led to fragment below since there is a lapse in memory between the 2, though the transition would make sense... I fell into the 'void' (A place I have been before during meditation and AP, but never during a dream.) and out of the haze saw scary demon faces materialize. They looked like Aztec Quetzalcoatl depictions or maybe like Japanese masks, but its hard to tell since they were so hazy. I demanded to see the one in my psyche trying to scare me and then saw a figure materialize in the distance and walk toward me. I felt no fear during this, but im sure I would have if i was lucid. I dont remember anything after this. I don't remember what brought on the 'lucidity', but I would assume it was DILD. Though it is strange that I dont remember the moment at which I became lucid, or if I was lucid at all.
Big celebration date yesterday, awesome day & evening, late bedtime (almost 01:00), and early waking (~06:00) Got up, some computer time, keep the lights low, feel really tired, wife & dog wake up and come downstairs, I decide to return to bed and sleep more. I feel asleep and had a number of dreams including one short DILD! + my wife L and I are in a vacation home/rental. It is a mess. How have we managed to create such a mess with all of these things, I don't know. Picking it all up and packing it will take forever, I think. The owner/manager comes by. I have a discussion with him about the cost. The terms $15,000 comes to mind, but that's too high I think. I think it should be more like $9,000 which is much more reasonable. I ask him for an invoice showing the cost. He says he doesn't do invoices. I say/wonder, how can I make sure I'm paying the proper amount without an invoice? + I'm flying outside between some medium-tall (8-story) buildings, future-istic and rounded in shape. I think it's a very effective flying technique to image that you're a bird and fly to the top of nearby buildings. I try that and do gain some altitude. There are young people on the rooftops, some of which are large open platforms. There are musical groups playing there. I arrive to a group and intend to join, another guy arrives and stands on my right with a (clarinet?), he's also late to the group. + [LUCIDD #281 DILD] I'm walking in an area indoors with an open area in the middle, a long rectangular area with completely clear, transparent water, full of fiish. I recognize this as a dream sign, and I'm looking at the fish to see if there are any large/unusual fish, as this is usually conclusive of dreaming. I don't see any, all the fish are small/medium in size and look normal. I feel completely awake, and feel a bit silly in doing a state test, but I decide to do a nose pinch to confirm, anyway, and to my great surprise, I can breathe! I am surprised by this and repeat. I notice when I squeeze my nose it feels a bit harder than in waking. There are some girls around, but I don't want to get sidetracked, so I decide just to do a few short touchings. The first girl is blonde, but rather fat and hairy, naked, and sitting with her back against a wall, she's sort of catatonic and zoned out and doesn't respond to me or my touch. Her knees are bent and each arm is resting on top of each knee (?). I immediately turn from her and walk past another girl and touch her briefly, "Niiiice!" I say... and I quickly turn from her to avoid getting distracted, and move outside through a set of doors. I feel things fading and quickly bring my hands up to rub them, but my waking hands move in bed and I'm awake (FA? Don't know, fell asleep again) + [f] walking outside in a city scape, people around, go indoors, onto a stairway, something about a big guy?
So I work retail and the dream takes place in a much bigger store, like a large department store. There was a task to be done that was for some reason deep underwater beneath the store, and the store's budget was kind of bad. Instead of hiring a professional, they had an old-timey diving suit riveted together with the huge helmet with the glass panel in the front. There was a very real risk of the suit failing, or just not being able to get back up and air slowly running out while you were trapped. I and another employee were asked if we wanted to risk it. I didn't want to make the other person do it by refusing myself; I think it was an actual coworker of mine who I liked. But I didn't want to die and I have a family besides. I said no and hoped so would my coworker. Not this store gets even worse. There were rumors of experiments going on in the back. Very unethical, human-hybrid stuff. I'm a curious person so I think it was my habit to run quickly to the back of the store to catch a glimpse of creatures and then sprint back to the front before anything could catch me. I did this in the dream. Note: I remember cursing the fact that I think I used to run faster in my 20's, I'm in my 30's. Also the fastest way to get around was some combination of Dishonored's Blink ability and the 'draggy' way Google Maps moves your person down the street. I don't even think I was sure I was being chased but I hurried past a group of people hanging out in one department in hopes of causing enough of a scramble that the creature would lose my trail. Closer to the front of the store where the creatures just never wandered, I found a huge creature like a dinosaur that was safe and well known around the store itself. I scrambled up it's huge leg because in hopes the creatures didn't climb if they were still nearby. It was sentient and said something about shaking me off, but it didn't. I woke up.
I was with a friend and we were touching a little bit. I figured if it was a dream, it would have gone a lot further. Then I thought: This can't be a dream, right? And I slowly realized that not only can it be, but it was. I was in my childhood home, in my grandmother's bedroom. The house is a two-generation house, with kitchens on both floors. I quickly wanted to score some points, so I went into the kitchen and found a piece of old bread. It was pretty nasty and dry, maybe even starting to mold. I swallowed one bite with great difficulty. Then I decided to complete the third task of the 3-step task (element manipulation), I considered air but chose fire. I wanted to turn on the stove to start with the existing flame, but it was old and obviously not working. I went downstairs to the other kitchen. My grandmother was there and she had some sort of roasting pan on the stove. I gently pushed her away, she protested, and I said I just needed to do something. I was going to ignite one burner, but several started burning. I tried a hand gesture to put out one of the burners. It worked, but it wasn't clear if the flame had gone out because of the movement. So I put my hand over the other burner, held it still, and gave the fire a mental command to die out. The fire disappeared without a trace. I wanted to try again just for fun, but I couldn't get the stove to turn back on. It suddenly acted like an electronic device with a graphic display and didn't cooperate at all. That gave me the idea to try using an electronic device. I asked my grandmother if I could borrow her phone. Noticing her phone on the line, I picked it up, but it was just a dumb phone. I wanted to go back upstairs and try to use my smartphone. But grandma had enough and stopped me. As I struggled, she grabbed me around the neck with her elbow. I bit her arm but she ignored it. Opportunity for DC mind control! I straightened up, calmed down, and said, "You're gonna release me and let me go." Grandma started to squirm, but she still held me. I said again, "You release me and let me go." Grandma let me go, curled up in a ball, and sobbed, "I hate this, I hate this." I ran back upstairs and found my phone. Only it wasn't my phone. I was worried it wouldn't respond to my fingerprint, but it woke up. I got the home screen, touched it, and went to the apps menu. There was a green icon in the middle that had the label tax, so I selected it because I was curious to see what it was. Then I woke up.
Still having problems with recall, even though I am dreaming quite a bit. A few slightly lucid spots, here and there. Last night I dreamed of finding two dead songbirds. As I carried them outside a large raven appeared and looked at the songbirds then looked at me. I explained that I did not kill them, I just found them. Not sure of the meaning of this. There was no fear, no negative feelings. Also, on a side note, the Reverse Blinking technique is working wonderfully well to get me to sleep. I will continue to work on this.
I am somewhere like a dorm room, which I seem to share with around three other people. The beds are really low, maybe just mattresses on the floor, and we’re sitting on them, listening to a woman in some kind of position of authority who’s speaking to us. She takes a feather comforter from somewhere and hands it to me to replace my current one. My bedding is all extremely tangled and twisted - I’ve slept badly. I tell her that it wouldn’t be that difficult to untangle it, but she still wants to give me the new one, so I take it and set the old one at the front of the bed. She then leaves. My old friend Ona, who seems to be one of my roommates, is trying to tell me something now, but she’s wearing something over her mouth sort of like an underwater breathing apparatus, so I have trouble understanding her at first. Eventually, with the help of one of the others, I understand that she’s saying something about a concert she saw me play in yesterday – also something about how she had previously been familiar with only one of the composers whose pieces were played there. This next part may or may not be part of the same dream – there were definitely parts after that one that I forgot, anyway. But I’m in a restaurant now. It’s a large, bright space, lit mainly by daylight streaming through full-length glass windows, but a little crowded – all the tables seem to be filled, and there isn’t much space to move between them. Saimi passes by the table where I’m sitting and makes some kind of signal to me with her hand. This somehow clues me into the fact that I’m dreaming. I get up and follow her out to the balcony to talk. As I pass through the glass window, I can feel some sensations from it, especially the dividing metal bars, which is unusual and a little surprising – possibly it has something to do with the overall level of realism seeming especially high this time. Saimi watches, pauses for a second, and then opens a glass door and walks out. I jokingly say that I haven’t used a door in a dream for years now. We jump down from the balcony and walk around while we decide what to do. It’s now clear that the restaurant is located on a college campus – one that’s dream-familiar to me from at least one dream I know I’ve recorded. Saimi says that before meeting up with me, she was waiting for my Aunt O so that they could see something together. She seems to want me to guess, so I do. A play? No. A movie? Also no. Apparently, it’s something like episodes from a TV series being screened somewhere on campus. She still wants to do this now, while lucid. I don’t think this sounds like a very good idea – looking at a screen for any considerable length of time seems like a pretty good way of losing lucidity to me. It could be interesting to see if my aunt shows up, though, and to talk with her, so I agree to wait with her. Since they agreed to meet in the restaurant, we head back there, flying back up to the balcony and going back where we started. I figure I should probably do something to keep engaged with the dream. This doesn’t strike me as a very interesting situation to work with initially. I wonder, though: what if I try to read these people’s minds? I look around the room, getting a read of the atmosphere – just in a way one might in waking life. How should I do this? I focus on one woman sitting at a table near me, trying to access her mindstate. What happens is that the dream imagery itself seems to transform so that now I’m seeing her in something like a large version of a baby’s high chair, chewing a mouthful of food with evident displeasure. So the form of the dream changed to reflect my intention, rather than my experiencing her thoughts as some kind of verbal overlay – fascinating. I wake up soon after, but quickly fall asleep again and find myself in the same setting, this time with my cat Ronnie. I’m trying to tie something around one of his paws, but soon I remember that I’m dreaming. I wake up again before I can do much of anything. -16.12.22
Catching up a bit here. 12.13.2022 Some Fragments: (1) Crossing the street at my current University. I think that the light has changed so that I can cross, and lots of students are doing so. As we walk across the street, a car comes along at a fairly high rate of speed and goes through the intersection. “Nice stop!” I yell sarcastically. One of the students says to me “dude, he had a green light” (or something like that). I look up at the lights, and sure enough the light is green. I thought for sure it was red when I looked at it before. I wonder how this could be. Why did I think the light was red when it was actually green? (2) One of my colleagues is testing a new machine. Kind of like a rocket, but it only goes for a couple of yards before hitting a wall and crash landing. She gets into this thing and rides it a couple of times. It is kind of the routine – she gets into the rocket, blasts off, crashes, and gets hurt. People rush to tear open the rocket and get her out. This time, she does her crash land thing, and I rush forward before anyone else to get her out. I find myself more attracted to her than usual in this dream. (3) At a hotel, much like a place we used to visit when I was a teenager. Dad is there. He says something about going to the “Frog Pub” or “Frog Bar”, or “Frog’s Nest” or something like that. This is a bar/café located above the swimming pool. 12.14.2022 Hotel Brutale This starts almost like watching a movie. I see some people outside in a place that would remind you of an old American Western movie. They are dressed in denim-type clothes, looking like their working on a ranch or something. The scene here is kind of like the opening scene to the Follyfoot TV show. The focus shifts to three people, which I think at first are men and women (which causes me annoyance in the dream) but then it turns out to just be women (which is less annoying to me). There are men around too though (it seems better to me that they are in separate groups – more authentic or something). This seems to be some kind of inn or bar, or bed/breakfast type place out west. Maybe a ranch. Another guy shows up. He is being chased by someone. It appears that he had been staying at another hotel, and while he was there he ran into some trouble. Actually, he wasn’t even sure if he was the one in trouble. Someone else had been staying at the hotel with the same name. A Bounty Hunter type guy showed up looking for one of them. So this guy just decided to go on the run. Anyway, he ends up at this current ranch/hotel place. But he finds out that this Bounty Hunter is going to come to the hotel at some point. There are some things going on out back, I think. I’m trying to convince the guy not to wait around and take chances with the bounty hunter. He doesn’t want to leave though. Then a big long car drives up. It’s like a long brown convertible, but more like the length of a limousine. There are two women in the backseat (or the second or third row of seats). They are large – tall and strongly built. One, or both, is blonde. They are fairly attractive, actually, though quite intimidating. They are either bodyguards, or there are other bodyguards in the car. In the front passenger’s seat sits the Bounty Hunter. He is playing some music on the radio – soft, low, with an older country/western vibe to it. The sort of music that a self-confident bounty hunter type might play as his background music. The Bounty Hunter is sitting in the passenger’s seat, but leaning across and turning the steering wheel. It’s like he thinks he should be the passenger, but is acting as his own chauffer. He even does some odd thing with his door when he gets out as though he were opening the door for himself. The two large women get out, and I see how large the Bounty Hunter is. He is probably at least 7 feet tall, maybe 8 feet. Strongly built, like the women. I think he’s wearing some kind of long, dark coat. He looks at the guy who had been running and makes some remark about having seen him at the other hotel. Then he goes in and talks to the ranch/hotel owner. Back to the guy that thinks he might be running from the Bounty Hunter. I don’t quite remember what happened, but somehow he starts fighting. I think he’s joined by at least one other person. Something about a tower, knocking the tower over. Then he jumps into a car and starts running into people. He drives around to the front of the place and runs into a man carrying a camera or survey equipment, or something. He really gets violent. He narrates “I saw a man on his way to the blood bank. I extracted a donation.” He runs over this guy and green blood is smeared in a big trail behind the car. The guy is killed. At some point, the original owners of the ranch/hotel decide to leave, I think. This other guy, and his buddies, take over. By now, it seems that their focus has been to take over this ranch all along. They had a plan to turn it into a jungle themed hotel. It almost seems that this guy’s obsession with the jungle theme was so strong that making this place into the jungle themed hotel was his main reason for taking over. I think there is some disagreement between him and his companions though. I think there was also something about the hotel being in an exceptionally desirable location, because it was close to a bunch of stores (there was a scene with a strip of stores, almost in wild west town fashion but they are more like modern shopping plaza stores. By the end, the hotel has become a fight club. This whole thing might even have been a movie called “The Fight Club”. The man who had originally been on the run is big and muscular, and is in a ring fighting with another guy. Large, muscular men fill the stands around. I still don’t like the fact that they were so violent and took over the hotel, but at least it wasn’t just some greedy guy murdering people. In other words, these guys are kind of savage and brutal, and you might have expected this sort of behavior from them. Kayaking Adventure Kayaking down a river. I think I’m trying to recreate a famous journey – quite possibly from the Lord of the Rings (Fellowship of the Rings). It is a nice location. Peaceful and beautiful. But whoever is in charge of the area – the park service or something – has decided to put up speakers along the sides of the river and play music for visitors. They are playing some annoying country music. It kind of throws off the atmosphere, and I’m not too happy about it. At some point I think the river goes underground. There is a housing development, or some kind of urbanization, for which they have covered part of the river. I pull out the kayak and make my way to where I can get back to the river. Now I’m driving. I come across a small road/path to my left, but it isn’t connected to the road where I am and I don’t know if it’s supposed to be for driving on or if it’s a walking trail. Anyway, I eventually find a parking lot next to the water, and what appears to be a boat ramp. By now it’s raining pretty heavily. But I’m there for an adventure, and I don’t really mind the rain. Skeletons Looking through a church photo album. As we flip the pages, it seems like the people in the pictures are laying in beds. The further we go in the album, the more the beds start to resemble coffins. Then it turns out that they are coffins. Then the people are dead, and instead of looking at pictures we seem to be looking at corpses in open coffins (this is not very creepy in the dream – it’s more like visiting a cemetery). The corpses become older and older, until we are looking at a skeleton(s). Above one of the skeletons there are some words written, including the word “haunted”, possibly repeated multiple times. One of the skeletons has some object laying on it, which has lights in it. Another skeleton has something similar, shaped like a flower pot (unless this is the same skeleton). The flower pot is vibrating. It was originally held in place by something, but whatever this was holding it in place is broken and the pot is moving around and looks like it’s going to fall off of the coffin. Somebody is with me, and while I hold the pot in place I ask them to get me some zip ties. I try to zip tie this thing in place, but the zip ties break. In the dream, zip ties are also called something like “Indestructibles”. I comment on how these aren’t very indestructible... ...The coffins are in a basement, and there is something about wondering if plants will grow here. But there are a line of windows nearby, so there might still be plenty of light... Fragments, so far: (1) Some AI program – like a chatbot/artificial personality AI companion. I think I’m choosing one. There is at least one program that is a female and has a nice voice. I’m kind of leaning toward choosing this one. There is something about lewd imagery though, and I don’t know about this. (2) Sitting on a couch, next to my Mom or Dad, I think. They’re on a couch behind mine, and I’m playing some rock music on my laptop and doing something at the same time, like typing the lyrics. Then I think that maybe I don’t want to be playing the music so loud (or at all) next to them. (3) People sitting in empty Little Caesar’s pizza boxes. (4) At my former workplace (a hospital pharmacy). I am filling orders, and one of my former coworkers is checking them. I wasn’t sure if she was a pharmacist in the dream, and if she had the authority to check my work. This is one of those cases where I’m hoping that I have overcome my OCD enough to be able to do this work efficiently. (5) Something about millennials having difficulty pronouncing certain words, or certain combinations of words. 12.15.2022 Took about 0.75mg of melatonin to help me sleep. Was awake until at least 1:00am, possibly past 1:30. Around this time I took 4mg of galantamine. Awake by 9:00 or so. I think most, or all of the following occurred in the last hour of sleep, kind of dozing before I was expecting my alarm to go off. It might also be related to note that I have been cutting back on caffeine, with one extra cup of tea this evening while out with some friends. Space tribe, ring, woman, watery trouble Some planet, I think. There is a native tribe. One of the tribesmen has a tattoo on his chest. He is standing so that he is seen in profile, and the tattoo looks like a big V shape in parallel lines. Someone is talking with the chief. Apparently the tribe wants to get control of a piece of land or a moon or planet, or something. This is a big issue with the tribe. At one point, the tribesman with the tattoo turns to face us and what looked like a bunch of lines from the side turns out to be words. The tattoo refers to the tribe’s desire to possess the piece of property and is simply the phrase: “I want iiiiiiiit!!” There is a woman with a ring. This seems to be a movie or TV show, perhaps, or perhaps I was vaguely aware that it was a dream. Anyway, I reach out and take ring somehow. It seems to be made of red gemstone, with some other bits to it. When I take it into my world though, it kind of falls into fragments. I think to myself at some point that this is, or might be, Dreamstone. That’s a possibility, although I thought Dreamstone was blue. I put it on a stand next to where I am laying. There is some hero-type guy. He comes across a big pit, which somehow fills with water. Now it looks like a big underground swimming pool. He has some discussion with the woman, and picks her up and throws her into the flooded area. It seems like he had some reason for doing this, but she is not familiar with swimming and sinks to the bottom of the pit. She appears to be in a lot of distress, and either I or the man jump in to save her. It occurs to me, however, that these people were living in a place with no oxygen but could breathe just fine. She is probably just pretending to drown. But while we are on our way to rescue her, hands reach out from a flooded stairwell and grab her, pulling her downwards. It seems that the hands belong to another woman – or possibly this woman herself. The woman is different somehow, it’s like she can project herself into separate places, so that the woman we had been dealing with was actually a projection of the woman that then reached out and grabbed her. Anyway, we’re trying to keep her from being pulled down into the stairwell, but not succeeding. We also will be running out of air soon, since we have to hold our breath to swim down there. The no fish era We are watching a film clip of a reconstruction of that past called the “no fish era”. This is supposed to be a time before fish, and it looks like water with a bunch of mold growing in it. The camera is moving underwater, following some swimming creatures that look like fish to me. Someone tells me that they aren’t really fish yet, but some proto-fish called “cichlids” (which is a bit ironic since cichlids are a type of fish in waking life). We follow a school of these, and then come across a really big one. Something about these “fish” is that they look like they are living skeletons. As we look at this big one, I think it become a big boat. But it’s also a living organism, about the size of a parking garage. It has developed a strategy to protect other fish. What happens is that birds try to attack the fish. But they fly into the boat/fish instead. This kills at least some of them. Meanwhile, other birds get trapped there, which become a target for the bigger birds, acting somewhat like bait. We see one animal (kind of looking like a dog, but might be a bird) taking care of another bird/dog thing. I’m on this boat/fish with another guy. There are puddles of water around. He keeps pushing dirty water with his hand, and remarks on how he shouldn’t be doing so. Something about people throwing up, possibly causing these puddles. Then I notice people around that are seasick and vomiting. Halloween Party (Lucid) I am walking around a dormitory in a shark suit. At first I just have the suit kind of draped over me, not really wearing it, but then I see some other people dressed in fish and/or shark suits. I think this is kind of funny, so I try to put on my shark suit more properly. It appears that there is some kind of Halloween party going on. There are different areas set up with different activities. In one area, it looks like there are a bunch of things for sale, like a junk store. One room has been arranged into a fake pagan temple, and someone comes along mentioning that they were “kissing” someone in there. As I look at the junk store items, I suspect that I’m dreaming. I do a nose pinch, and after some patience I eventually find that I can breathe and become lucid. Things are fairly stable, though a bit difficult to remember now. My cousin comes along, and I try to get him to help me. We walk together, and I pick up something and carry it. It’s as though I’m helping him do something, to keep myself oriented. As we walk and talk, I explain some of my difficulty to him, and as I do so things stabilize. We go down to an elevator, and walk inside. Since elevators are a dream sign, I think to myself that I should do a reality check. But I already know I’m dreaming, so I wonder to myself if there is much point in doing a reality check when I encounter a dream sign in a lucid dream. As the door opens up, I remember that I should be trying to score some points. I try to summon Sensei as the door opens. It doesn’t work. Instead, we are entering a really nice looking hotel-like place. Or maybe a spaceship. It has a kind of Jules Verne/Nautilus vibe. Wooden walls, and such. But then I think that I should try to find the dream base library, and in trying to change things I lose the dream. Things fade to the point where I can just see a bit of the hotel/ship thing. I maintain focus on this, but don’t remember what happened after that. I remember at some point either thinking to myself or dreaming that I was telling someone that I should have just explored the dream as it was because it looked pretty nice. Parallel world, asking DC for advice, out with a bang (lucid) There is a portal into another universe. It is quite small, and involved opening a little door behind which is the portal. We look in, but don’t see anything beyond a kind of haze or screen. I stick something into it to feel around. It feels semi-solid in there, like a big mass of gritty gelatin. It seems unsafe to go in there, since we don’t even know if we could breathe. We close the (small) door and open it again, and this time we can see inside. There is a black and white tile floor, and a sign on the back of the wall that says “Speakeasy”. This time we go inside. Even though the door is tiny, we find that we can just “enter” through it by trying to do so. When we get inside, we find that we are now very small ourselves. The furniture nearby is big compared to us. Someone (the proprietor?) comes to greet us. He seems large too, or maybe small, but somehow is close in size to the furniture (or maybe he’s close to our size? I don’t remember exactly what was happening here). We ask him how we get out, and he says “back the way you came”, opening the door to show us. But when he opens the door, it just leads out into a hallway, as though the portal were in a different dimension and the coordinates of the room are part of a different system. Are we trapped? But the man kind of laughs, this apparently being kind of a joke. You can get back to our universe from here, he explains. If we go out the door we came in and go to the left, it is a quicker way but “there are guns”. If we go out the door and go to the right, it is a longer but a safer route. Somewhere along the way I become lucid again. I look around, and see rows of junk store stuff for sale. Some of it is red, like it’s Valentine’s Day themed. Looking back to the bar, a door opens in hallway behind the bar, and a guy steps out. He looks like Sorrell Booke (the guy who played Boss Hogg on the Dukes of Hazzard), but wearing a dress and a wig. I think this is pretty funny, so I point him out to someone with me and turn away laughing. There also seems to be another person, possibly a woman, who is now bald. I think Booke’s wig came from her, which is why she’s now missing her hair. I see a guy with a bunch of straws in his mouth. Remembering the competition again, I ask him for advice. “Can you give me some advice?” His reply started something like this: “Don’t rob a bank when you feel like you want to be connected to the world,” but continued on for some time. It’s one of those things where at first it felt like I was making him say words, but after the first bit he seemed to be talking on his own. I follow him out a door, and then I think about asking him to tell me a short story. I don’t remember if this happened though. I might have decided that that would take too much time. At some point we’re being ushered out of the room by someone, who is helping us escape unnoticed. People are supposed to wear brown fedoras to blend in, which I am already doing. We go down some stairs. These are leading into a large, open area, kind of like a mall. I remember that my third task of the three tasks was to put my hand through something solid. Even though I realize that these had to be done in order and I hadn’t done #2 yet (advanced flying) I see if I could easily put my hand through the wall anyway. I try pushing against it, but my hand doesn’t go through. I feel tile though – the wall is covered with those small mosaic-like tiles (greenish in color, I think). Then I go down the steps. I’m in the bigger, mall-like area now. I think that I should try the advanced flying – my plan has been to fly to the moon. I climb a low wall to give myself a boost. As I look up, I see that I’m in a place with a fairly high roof, and possibly a couple of stories. I might be in an open part, which goes straight up to the roof, but I think there are several pieces of architecture in my way. Anyway, I try to fly but am not having great success. As I continue along, there are some people off to my left taking about having a choice of wearing a clown suit or pastor suit. The general idea is that neither would be fun, since the pastor has to do things like get made fun of. There is a weird thing going on with the back of people’s scalps being clipped to things. Looks painful. I keep going upstairs, and come across a small room. Here I find an interesting control. It looks like it has something to do with missiles, or space, or something. Like someone had been working on an advance school project? To my right is a strange lever. Since it’s a dream I decide to play with it, even though I don’t know what it will do. There is a roaring noise, like it has launched something. I think it’s a missile at first, aimed down at the ground just outside. However, it turns out that it is a rocket ship. I have just started the engines, I think. “This is my ticket to the moon!” I think, remembering something in the tasks about using an object to fly (although I’m not sure that a rocket ship would count, now that I’m awake). The control I’m working with is a kind of remote control. I launch the rocket into the air, hoping that the dream mechanics will make me associate myself with the rocket enough that I will follow it. My viewpoint does seem to follow the rocket as it goes, while I still maintain control of the lever. I have to work a lot to keep it angled up into the air and going straight. I also seem to be having trouble making a lot of progress. Eventually it crashes, and I try to fly on my own. Fragment: (1) Looking at the clock and resetting the alarm
Updated 12-17-2022 at 04:46 AM by 97618
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