Morning of June 2, 2016. Thursday. This dream, in the final segments, was the usual “coming down” waking metaphor which has occurred in the majority of my dreams (tens of thousands) and of course merely represents the biological waking mechanism. The setting for the most part seems to be, very atypically, the lunchroom and auditorium area of my middle school as well as the north section (which has rarely featured in my dreams even when I was going to school there). There is an unusual plot relating to finding an “ancient” technology related to space travel and a setup for launching a rocket (which actually appears of 1960s NASA design at one point though the new 2015 NASA logo appears at another point). However, it may also imply that I am in the distant future in some sort of science-fiction scenario. A group of people set up the launchpad on the stage with the “cannon” of this unusual device facing partly upwards but towards the audience area. I feel a bit strange seeing what these (unknown) people are doing. The whole setup looks like some sort of odd composite of wrongly arranged rocket launch features, parts of a bed (obvious dream sign) and a cannon. Three unclothed males (another dream sign) are inside this large device that takes up most of the stage. The front-most setup actually looks like a male wrapped up in a blanket and a mattress around him (again, a rather amusing and “overly” obvious dream sign although I reach not an iota of lucidity). The two other males are each protruding from the side as if representing wing function. I try to tell the authorities and spectators that this is not necessary and that the rocket will launch without risking the lives of the three men. No one really listens to me and the device is soon set off in a cannon-like event. The rocket rises into the sky without incident, getting higher and higher, and everyone seems cheerful and amazed. I watch and it seems somewhat “realistic”. Soon though, the rocket does not have the required escape velocity - which is equivalent to the square root of 2GM divided by r, though this concept is intriguingly skewed in my dream. Instead, in fact, the rocket crashes into the invisible seemingly solid dome-like interior of the Earth’s atmosphere, which does not seem that high (in comparison to where the first change of the layer would be). People are startled and it reminds me much of the Challenger space shuttle disaster, with trails of smoke arcing out and down. After this, the scenario changes slightly. It almost seems as if I am now at a nude beach though where most are half-dressed (distorted dream sign), though still implied to be the same overall setting. At one point some schoolmates and I (all fully dressed) find the front of the skull of one of the would-be astronauts on the sidewalk near the north entrance. However, I then see it is a “Stars Wars” stormtrooper mask but still try to determine if it is actual human remains. I also very briefly and very vaguely get an eerie reference to Howard the Duck’s face (flight symbol) - not the utterly awful movie rendering, but the original Marvel art. Soon, I go up to a row of three robotic but skeletal figures which are arranged on a slightly elevated platform and that apparently represent the remains of the would-be astronauts - though it may also be that they will be using these figures on another launch attempt. Looking at one figure for reference, I fit the “skull front” onto a figure that does not yet have it. The “mask” fits onto a feature where the implied eyes on the “robot” come out on stalks and it is almost like a snap-together model at this point and it easily fits on with four connections (eyes, nose, and mouth extensions on the stage feature). One boy tells me that this is not correct and I firmly tell him that it is the same as the other (which it is). From here, I notice Zsuzsanna in the crowd, half-dressed. I decide to become intimate with her even though there is a very dense crowd at this point, and slowly wake from here. Although a stage represents the dream state and its nature I am inclined here to reflect that it probably also is a play on “waking stage” since this is the setting from where the “coming down” metaphor is utilized. The “unreal” nature of the “remains” is the typical preconscious transition as in countless similar dreams. A rocket represents rising in dream state awareness, which “fails” when the waking state reaches past the halfway mark (or the event horizon of the waking threshold). I have experienced this in thousands of various (but similar) ways since earliest childhood. The first dream sign in this one was about as obvious as possible to the point of being hilarious (yet I still did not catch it within my dream), that is, being launched by a device with bed-like features including three rolled-up mattresses.
Had a long chain dream. In a large town hall, in a seated area listening to a forum on healthy living. Lots of opinions and ideas raised. It seemed to be mostly women in the audience, seems its related to some course of study. I notice a couple if the women, though young are very sizeable. From here we move onto another room, where there is food and beverages. I think its a break before the next part of the day. I am bored and want to see what is going to be happening next.So I snoop around the building. It is a kind of labyrinth with lots of interconnected rooms on different levels, although it is quite a confined space. I realise that it used to be a school annex and they are using resources that were there previously. I notice old health displays and pretend food. My eye is drawn to a box of cornflakes and a plastic yellow corn cob next to it. There is not much of interest here, however it is very quiet and kind if cosy. I go through to the other room where everyone is still chatting and find a women. She has long fair hair and is fairly plump. I take her through into the empty part if the building and we start making out.
Updated 06-02-2016 at 09:47 AM by 89275
This is an old dream, 15 April 2011. About Narnia, or a Forest similar to it. Basically, I was in Narnia, playing amidst the autumn forest with the foxes or something, and there was a lake, possibly a war going on, and I remember running. But at least at first the dream was tranquil, I can't recall it too clearly so the events may be wrong.
I Had a weird, non-lucid dream about Slenderman and the Puppet from FNAF. I played a version of Slender that had a ''Nice Mode'' which allowed the character to be a green marionette-esque character, other weird things in the dream involved me running in fields and whatnot, I think, I don't remember all of it. But I have lots of dreams about Giygas from Earthbound. And that's it.
I was in some warehouse like place & talking to Jim Parsons who was being felt up by my ex-husband. I Jim it was in his best interest to stay away from him because he has unprotected sex & shares needles w/ his meth friends, not to mention he probably has aids now & it also homeless. (All of this shit about my ex is true but of course he doesn't really even know Jim Parsons). Later I was looking out a motel window & could see Jim on his stomach with his hands on a window to a room a little farther down & across from my room. My ex was having sex w/ him. Then I woke up. I can't even imagine where any of this dream came from but it was really weird.
1/6/16 Dream 1: I remember something about freeballing, running around in the city an yelling at people about climate change and some other grievous peril. Quite odd.
When I lay down that night for bed I thought about how I'd nearly lost it over the sound of the fireworks going off; I thought about how I just couldn't keep avoiding sleep anymore. It was just too much. That night I went to bed, purposefully, and resolving to sleep regardless what haunted me in my dreams anymore. I knew they were just dreams and maybe that's what the trick for me was but that night I became the monster.* I can't honestly say I remember which dream I had that night just that as soon as it began I had the moment where I said this is only a dream, my dream, and I took control from that point. There were times I would change into something much larger than whatever was after me or into air so as to have no body that could be harmed. There were times I simply decided to switch the dream if it started turning ugly. Like changing the channel I'd just flip into another dream. I could litterally do whatever I wanted in the dreams.* Eventually the nightmares got less and less so I stopped practicing lucid dreaming as much but was still capable of lucid dreaming as soon as something threatened me. *I have of course had normal lucid dreams too over the years but I don't get the nightmares so much; ( I found this interesting and maybe someone out there knows something about this aort of dream? I do believe in hauntings etc and my X and I had bought this really nice old place, only I kept getting the creeps as we were moving in. Along with a few other strange things I had this dream one night where this little boy chewing on a dead hand just walked into a normal dream I was having, like he just interupted what was going on. He said to me, a girl died here in this hall. I told him pretty much to piss off and he turned into something nasty so I attacked him. He disapeared and I woke up. Maybe a month later I was woken up by my x, he swore he'd heard some girl screaming. He said he was sure he hadn't been dreaming it and ran outside to look it had frightened him. I heard nothing and he found nothing, just kinda creepy) The last few months I've discovered that lucid dreaming was an actual thing that people try to do. Anyway, I've started being more interested in them enough to start experimenting now. I don't have much trouble doing things I want in the dreams so now I'm just seeing what else they can do, can I find a so called spirit guide this way... That's if such things exist. I've read stuff and heard of stuff but I don't believe just anything. So, that's my story and now I will just go ahead and journal away as I please from here.* I actually have some pretty weird dreams though and even my husband has had a really out of character dream about a spirit coming to me at night when we were in Mexico and putting it's mark on my arm. He doesn't even believe in those things. He doesn't dream like that either.*
When I was maybe 10, my nightmares had gotten so bad that I dreaded going to sleep. This will seem comical but at the time it had become a real problem. I was dreaming every night about spirits rising from their graves in our yard and they would haunt me. You know that feeling where they try and take you in your sleep? Or they would chase me. I'd dream about dead things trying to get me, but the worst for me (no laughing pls) was the dinosaurs. I'm not pulling anyones leg here. My bedroom was right beside the furnace and the furnace was very loud when it kicked in, my dreams would translate the sound into the thunderous stomps of Trex's that tried to eat me. Every night dead things and dinosaurs chased me and I was genuinely very frightened. Probably some of the dead things in my dreams came from reading Stephen King books which I was into at the time but still, it had begun to effect my waking life. It was July 1st and my mom had decided against taking us to the fireworks that night, can't recall why. So we were all doing our own thing, I was sitting in the livingroom watching t.v when the first boom of the firecrackers started. I jumped so high and my heart lept into my throat and I had this insane blending of dream and reality. I, for a moment, had felt as though I'd been thrown right back into a nightmare. I'd imagined the huge foot of a Trex smashing down on the earth towards me. Not good when it feels like you're loosing that line between wakefulness and dream. I'd become so sleep deprived because of my fear of sleeping that it was starting to chase me into reality. Even if it was all just in my mind but so is insanity and this felt like it was starting to take me down that road.
Well, my first entry hasn't dissapeared, so far, so good I think. Now, let's see if they will both post under the same thread or if I will find my self hunting my thoughts down like some broken jigsaw puzzle. Before I learned how to take control of my dreams the dreams controled me. I had nightmares pretty much every night as far back in my memory as I can go. I remember waking up crying to one vivid dream where my family were all tied up and hanging from their wrists on meat hooks. I was in the shawdows surounding the scene and there were people dressed in black, they had guns directed at the scene and some of my family had been skinned. I disn't even know they had been meat hooks until I was much older and saw a room like that in some move (who knows what movies my family exposed me too) I was still young enough to be sleeping in my moms bed at the time. This was one of the worst of my nightmares but I had many, some of which seem comical now but were alarming at the time. I will leave this entry here as I want again to be sure my effort wont be wasted or lost.
D1 - I am at a workplace and am handed a printout, showing three spellings of name listed on a long list of names. All mispellings are of my name. As a result I am not sure if it is a mistake or if I have a choice. I look at the different possibilities for job relocation and where I would be working. There are two possible places one really hard to get to. I am worried and believe it may be due to a mean boss. Silky helps me look at different possibilities. I then realise I will be doing two jobs with the same hours! D2- I am in some kind of small japanese style room, all is white linen. There are shiny copper pans stacked in small space to reach up to ceiling. I start to climb up precariously to exit in ceiling, where they're maybe food. D3- In a strange medieval city, on the outskirts I am wandering lost and having no idea of the time or place, or even my name or origin. Also it appears I am peniless and quite miserable. Night approaches and I reach an area near some docks. i am approached by a group of men, clearly surrounding me. Soon enough i am captured and press ganged with others. I an tied up and await my fate gloomily. I am offered wine which i fear may be drugged so I ignore it and it splashes down me. The others take it and I realise it is to dampen the pain of what is to come. so when I am offered a last time I accept. It is cold and I am already cold and tired in the half light. A cloth is then pressed back into my mouth. We are hauled away and I am sunk under water tied to boat. I am slowly numbed by the wine, cold and icy water. D3- I am trying to get portion of white line? on a peice of paper. I use my powers as a vampire and start to shred the paper with my teeth instead. Silky grabs the other end she is in werewolf form. When we both get to the middle we eat at each other but it does not matter as both our wounds heal. It seems we are making out in a very animalistic way.
Updated 06-01-2016 at 03:58 PM by 89275
My parents had a man over for dinner who was incredibly important. I don't know who he was, but he was very rich. I was in the living room looking at a shitty painting on the wall, and decided to paint over it. I created a visually interesting but totally amateur work, a big black canvas with writing on it and other stuff, looked like something from david carson, the text was asking a daughter to please say the pledge of alliegance next to two stick figures (father and daughter) and the rest of the imagery was interpretive messes depicting the debauchery and violence of america. It was a surprisingly cool painting considering I've never painted in my life. The rich guest in my house came in and looked at that painting and told me it was the most amateur work he'd ever seen. I agreed, and began reading a book of jokes quietly to avoid embarassment. When I looked up he had taped a canvas over mine that was even worse, and was smiling, he was kidding around with me and wanted to get to my level. I took off the canvas, and underneath was something that blew my mind. It was a painting of waves on the ocean, and each wave would stick off the canvas by 3-4 inches at it's crest. This ripple effect would cause the waves to animate very vividly when you walked toward and away from the painting, like those animated holographic childrens book covers. It was a breathtaking piece, with the most beautiful sunset and waves and I stared at it for quite some time. Suddenly it all changed. I was going to a stop far away to get something I had left behind, but I was so tired that when I checked my phone I realized it was pointless to go grab it as I would lose too much sleep. This is because in reality I am tired as fuck from lack of sleep. I got off the train and went on to the one going back home. I barely made it through the doors and started shuffling toward the very end and my feet made a funny tapping noise. I shuffled right past some girls, and one of them said to me how funny she thought the tapping was. I started talking to her, and we started doing playful boxing or something like that as the other girls chatted with us. It was a nice moment, just hanging with these strangers on the train. It was a very present moment as I wasn't talking or moving around, just sitting on the train talking about my day. The issue was that it was all way too real, and I was looking at my hands already which were normal, and I had my whole day figured out already, no dream confusion. Somewhere along that ride I awoke. Dream Signs Beautiful girls Breathtaking views Subway
It was an evening. I was in my backyard, through the window I could see the light turned on in the kitchen. There was a piano in the middle of my backyard. With brother's pals we were playing random tunes. When it got to my turn, I was playing a funeral march and then other random songs. I wanted to play something I made up, but it played something entirely different and random. The piano changed colour's and floated in the air. I turned back from it and saw a cat attack a small chicken. It escaped and ran to my mother, who was just passing by. It made crying noises, I wanted to help it and came closer. Then, the chicken exploded with a puff of blood, which hit my face. I came back inside, thinking "I could die in my sleep due to ulcers..."
May 27, 2016: #1 of 2: L. and I are performing renovations on the house. I walk outside the front door and pass our open garage bay and observed numerous brown boxes of various sizes which apparently contain nails, shingles, and other construction materials which so occupy the garage that the garage bay door cannot be closed. I walk onto the side lawn and observe an immense tree with a large triangular hollow at the base between the roots which looks like an animal’s den. A small white dog appears next to my right leg and starts to sniff, paw and explore the entrance area of the hollow of the tree. An orange and white tabby cat suddenly flees from the tree and is lost to sight. After the cat runs away the dog starts pawing at what appears to be bedding material made out of strips of soft foam within the hollow of the tree. The dog pulls out several strips of blankets and closed cell neoprene-like foam which is yellowish from exposure to the elements and/or sun. I walk back towards the house as it begins to rain. The rain is getting heavier as I pass the garage. I see that the outermost boxes are getting wet. When I enter the house L. is washing down a wall of what appears to be our future kitchen with a large yellow sponge. She is wearing only a pair of tight jeans and a brassiere. I asked her if it's okay for the outermost boxes in the garage to get wet and she says "yes." I tell her to show me her tits and she does. They look slightly smaller and she appears somewhat younger than in real life. I wake. The time is 4:29 AM.
May 27, 2016: #2: I find myself swimming in a large body of water about 300 yards from a mountainous shore. I am in the company of a female dream character on a raft. I am attempting to swim back to shore, and as I do so I pass numerous pieces of debris floating in the water such as peach baskets and empty wine bottles. I grow very concerned that this debris will attract bait fish, and therefore larger predatory fish such as sharks. The scene shifts. I find myself back on shore where there is a party underway. I quickly realized that I am the host of the party. As I'm walking through the crowd D. K. throws a football to me. Because there are so many people I can't quite reach the ball and it hits my outstretched hands, and I drop it. I pick it up and throw it back to him underhanded. I make my way to a long table which has food laid out on it, much of which I can't identify. I place onto my plate a round disk of cheese about the size of a hockey puck which appears to be coated with shredded coconut. I wake. The time is 6:05 AM.
D1: I know I've dreamt something but I only remember some useless fragments D2: I came home and my younger brother watched over our youngest brother and our sister while my mom was at the supermarket. He said that he is the boss as long as mom isn't at home since she told him to babysit. I just said 'Yeah. Do you stop annoying me if I go to my room?' and he told me my room is a mess. I went to my room and everything was messed up! I didn't understand it because I cleaned it (in WL). But I - once again - didn't RC but I knew that they were inside here when I wasn't at home. But I always tell them to stay out of my room if I don't allow them to go in so I got angry and shouted at them. But my brother said that he is the 'boss' at the moment and I have to listen to him. Still not RCing I laughed and went back to my room. He came in and told me to clean up. We got into an argument and suddenly he had a broom which he gave to me. Again I didn't RC but just started cleaning up. I even remember the dust and everything was and I neither know why I've dreamt that nor what the dream meant XD
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