Morning of August 29, 2013. Thursday. One part of my dream is related to seeing a park as if in a documentary (although it seems I am actually there at times). The first person seems normal other than having about three large layers of completely loose skin on the right side of his head, which also have a bit of hair. Mostly, there are interviews regarding the day-to-day challenges of life. Parts of the skin actually seem slightly larger than his head in particular areas. Later on, the deformities become more and more diverse. There is a person who is like Schlitzie the pinhead. One of the people looks very small (only about two feet tall) and also as if he has a mostly blue body and a head that looks like a baby bird with fuzzy fly-like (but not bulging) eyes and a straight black fuzzy beak instead of a mouth but yet is also more mouse-like overall than bird-like. (He looks a little like the Muppet Gonzo crossed with the aliens at the end of Star Trek’s “Cat’s Paw” episode in some ways.) However, this still does not seem all that unusual to me. I focus on the rather bizarre imagery and think that he is probably no different than other people in terms of mind, thought, and desires (even though the brain would be very small). There is another section of my dream that seems to have no direct connection to any aspect of my usual thoughts and aspirations. I work for various well-known actors, one of them a young Sean Connery. My job is to “rescue” certain parts of paintings (almost as if they were “alive” in some way), such as the Mona Lisa, supposedly owned by Sean Connery who I later see at a larger open area in a park near at least two picnic tables with several other people gathered - and other paintings that are in museums in real life, but owned by actors in my dream. There are several repeating scenarios in terms of main ideas, but very diverse in imagery and even mood at times. A strange, very unattractive, unkempt, and chubby woman (about forty) has the Mona Lisa. I need to get in and get out of her house safely, taking the parts of the painting that need to be “rescued”, which in this case, are the lips; upper lip and bottom lip separately. I have special weapons and items to help me in my work. I use a special, rather complex knife to cut out the upper lip, which seems more and more three-dimensional and a piece of art and sculpture in itself. The same is true for the taking out of the bottom lip, which I do without too much trouble. The female thief is very angry, but I manage to stop her from killing me by running a two-toned (in color, purple and white) retractable rod through her upper body, which takes a few attempts. The rod is like a more complex device that is somewhat antenna-like in that the two differently-colored sections can collapse into each other for ease of carrying on a mission. The woman is not even hurt that much it seems (even though I am certain there were wounds through her whole body), but I manage to get away with the stolen “art”. It seems likely that she is part of a gang of art thieves. I vaguely worry that people at the park gathering will eat the cake (or “lips”), which now looks like sections of fancy cupcakes that I try to arrange a bit more neatly near the edge of the picnic table, with a few crumbs falling away here and there - even some of the several layers not quite “in line” - and I will not get any recognition of my accomplishments (or having risked my life) in my work and special missions. (I may be the only active agent of such missions.) People meander about, oblivious to the art recovery. I think of trying to get Sean’s attention, but I do not actually attempt it. However, it does seem I am paid somehow, and I eventually understand that I now have $600.00 in my wallet (along with other papers, which possibly relate to spying) as I shift into a different dream. My dream that followed the above one is fairly simple; involving mostly walking about in various locations with the pinhead I knew in real life. Known precognitive/postcognitive elements: As usual (but only occasionally documented online), there were very precise precognitive and postcognitive elements relating to real life: 1. Page 11 (half the “master number” and a “key” itself) of a library book (I had not seen) my wife and sons had been working with is called “Let’s Eat Cake!” (with pictures of cupcakes everywhere) and in the list it has “Can you spot…” and “a mouse?” (regarding the “freak” mouse/bird/human creature) following. This is also comparable to the concept of being a spy or detective and finding certain hidden things by separating them from the more complex setups. 2. The next page (which they had spent time trying to work out and my wife said she “had in her mind” for awhile) has “Can you spot…” followed by both “a cupcake” and “a pair of wax lips”. In the actual photo, the pair of wax lips has, under it, a device that looks very similar to the “weapon”/rod from my dream and is also of the same two colors (purple and white).
Dream 1 - I'm standing in a fairly empty plaza. Nicki Minaj arrives and starts a rap battle with an old man. She speaks her lines, the man writes his on a chalkboard. I am now the old man and looking at the board. I see some stray markings and turn them into a male anime character. He fills with color and comes to life on a tv screen and I am suddenly in a room with my friend, watching this tv. Dream 2 - I'm at lake Tahoe, by a tall rock by the water. Someone has jumped off this rock and gotten his pants stuck to the rock, right above the water. Now, I am in a house on top of this rock. There is an opening in the wall that allows you to jump off the rock. A guy in the water is telling me he will give me a tip if I jump, but I do not. I go into a room and see my friend building a model rollercoaster. I try to talk to him, but I end up leaving the room with negative emotions. When i leave, 2 girls in black swimsuits run by and hide in a room. 2 boys also come out of a room; I realize i am naked and try to run past them, but I trip up. I do make it into a room and then feel slightly embarrassed. Dream 3 - I've done something to my ankle and have been given a bag of tiny baked potatoes for it. Now, my dad drops me off at the mall and I go in with my friend and her mom. We pass a lot of pieces of art with only nude subjects.
07-20-2013 -- I'm on a college campus, taking a class. The instructor is assigning classwork and homework, and we're working on it. The overall class seems to be some sort of art class, but it spans a wide variety of artistic forms. The biggest thing is that, at the end of the semester, we are going to New York, where we will be making a red, white and blue balloon dress for the Statue of Liberty for some sort of patriotic celebration. I think during the course of the dream I attend three classes, but all three sort of flow together. During the first class, several students show up for the class who just don't seem to be very into it, not paying much attention, showing little interest, and leaving early. The classwork is some very interesting reading and questions, and I am really into it and find that I am able to do an excellent job with them, and earn compliments for them. Unfortunately, before the class is over, I am called away to home for a few minutes to do something for my mom. Thankfully it doesn't take long, and I am soon back for the rest of the class. As it ends, I am trying to find all my papers and assignments, and hoping I don't get called away again, as it seems sort of unprofessional. During the next class, some of the students are talking about others that were here for the previous class, but aren't here today, and they are the same ones who didn't really seem to be into things. One student is telling of one of them who supposedly left because he had to tutor another student in another subject, but the person telling the story insists the supposed tutor doesn't know the subject well enough to tutor a first grader and teach them anything. There is also some discussion about a somewhat cute brunette, probably about 16 or 17, that was here the last time, but isn't here now, but then she shows up with the gray haired professor (who looks kind of like a non-cartoon version of Lisa Simpson's band teacher), arguing almost violently with him about her being late, and her not having the assigned homework done. She seems to be demanding to know why he can't cut her some slack, and he finally loses it and almost screams at her "Because I'm the ogre ... erm ... teacher, that's why!" Then he tells her that she is well on her way to becoming an ogre, and we all start to chuckle. Then he puts her in charge of the whole class while he goes and runs some short errands, and we're suddenly no longer laughing! The first part of the class is taking place in an almost bowl-shaped seating area just outside of the building the class officially takes place in, and we start by turning in the homework, which is one of those sort of adult coloring sheets, perhaps 11x17 or 12x18, with a black-lined image that one is supposed to color using fine markers or colored pencils. It is a picture of perhaps five generic super heroes in poses outside a building. Our assignment was to color it in, developing the heroes or the building or the scene ... whatever we were interested in. I concentrated on the heroes, designing their costumes and hinting at their powers, as many did, but some worked on the scene or the building. One didn't seem to have much time, and just took two colors and did what he wanted throughout with those colors, and left the rest in black and white. The professor is handing out the classwork, and it doesn't seem to be nearly as in-depth or involved as the last time, but instead seems to be mostly ads for Universal Studios. Joking, I raise my hand and ask if this is a hint about our next field trip. He says actually they are trying to arrange a visit, but for now we are to compare and contrast the different ads and decide which ones work better, and why. Soon we move into the lecture hall and continue the class. The teacher seems kind of disappointed with us as a class, because out of the entire class, only me and one other voted to do some extra prep work for this New York visit, and he worries we aren't taking the honor of being the ones tasked with making this massive balloon dress seriously enough. One of the students in the class is another professor who is taking the course. She is a fairly attractive red head, perhaps about thirty five, with a reasonably nice figure. She is wearing a sort of orangish dress that comes down to just below her knees, kind of muted and professional, but she is doing some minor dance steps that hike it up two or three inches above the knee, before saying oops, she shouldn't show her legs like that or "..." (a student whose name I can't remember) will overheat himself. I don't quite follow the transition, but within minutes, this red headed professor is on her belly on the ground, showing off one of her favorite exercises, which somehow has her undulating like an earthworm. The thing about this is that it has her dress riding up her body and pooling around her waist, showing every inch of her luscious stocking-clad legs. Worse, something about the movements also causes her panties to not hold, and they go falling down her legs, flashing the entire class. Pleasantly shocked, one of the male students turns to glance at me and says "Did I just see ..." "Yes ... yes you did," I reply, while the ladies in the class are horrified, and all the men are trying to find a better viewing position. Thankfully (or not), we're just about done for the day, so we start gathering up our things as the professor/student straightens out her clothes. She leaves, and goes to her office to gather the rest of her things, done with all classes for the day, and a few of us run into her again, near the parking lot. She still is going on about how much she loves that exercise, and ends up lying in the grass demonstrating it again to the great pleasure of some of us. This time the girls act, however, and are trying to pull her panties back up as she undulates. I'm just grinning as this already reasonably attractive professor becomes more and more so. For the first time in quite a while, I find I'm growing hot for teacher! Soon the third class rolls around, and we are all back together again, though I am struggling to find my papers and supplies, which for some reason seem to be scattered all over the classroom. I find myself having to go through several stacks of other people's works to find the scattered remains of my own. But I don't really care, as very shortly the red head is doing her exercises again. Somebody comments on her form or something, and she shifts to look at them in such a way that has her plainly visible twat undulating inches from my face, and I can't help but think she has to know what she is showing, and to be doing so like this, she must be desperate for some attention. I might just have to give her some. Meanwhile, the young brunette student is getting tired of this, and seems to decide that she wants some attention, too. She suddenly starts talking about how she likes doing handstands ... while wearing a loose top that gathers around her neck, showing off her small (but still growing) breasts. Unfortunately, she doesn't have anything interesting enough to distract from the red head's salient point. You know, it is really too bad that I awoke at that point! --- Earlier in the night had a long, involved dream, but of the kind that you can't remember many of the details. I know it involved a lot of super heroes or vampires or that sort of 'ultra-human' beings running around, but soon it kind of switched to less ... talented people, but just tough guys and gals. Not quite wrestler sorts, but tough fighters. One guy tries to grab me by the neck and flip me over his shoulder, but I see him coming and grab him at the same time, so we both flip each other, but as we lay on the ground, I am the one that recovers first, which kind of tells them to be a little wary of messing with me. After a while, when they are trying to determine a sort of ranking, they pair me with a kind of short guy. Not a midget, but like five feet tall or so. Very broad and muscular, though. We grapple for a few moments, and I throw him to the ground on his back kind of gently, so there is less chance of hurting him, but again showing I am not somebody to mess with. Two other small bits involve me somehow coming in with what I, and everybody else in the dream would swear is a jaguar kit, but it truly is as small as a kitten. Also, a lady who was a bit of a tough fighter, earlier in the dream, is now back, but cares nothing for fighting, but is only worried about finding her dogs, before they get lost or hurt. Strange stuff.
Morning of June 16, 2013. Sunday. I had a shorter intimate dream with the setting once again being in Cubitis, the one area near the hallway being fairly close as to how it really was. Zsuzsanna and I are wrapped in blankets on the otherwise hard tiled floor but we are still enjoying ourselves. In my last dream of this date, I am back on King Street in the L-shaped smaller apartment in the back. I have several paintings up on the main length of the west wall. They are sort of like water-color images and slightly abstract, one of an eagle’s head. My wife Zsuzsanna is talking to someone else about his art, but he seems to be a younger version of me though with ongoing tribal ties and more art skills, perhaps. His work is detailed but more contemporary, almost like panels from a professional-looking comic book. One image shows a happy couple. One seems to be on plain A4 typing paper but that one may be a print. They are making fun of all the racist cartoons and such that stereotype Native Americans as saying “Ugh!”. They each say “Ugh!” about six times, laughing. Apparently, my “younger self” is even going to paint a large picture expressing the “ughness” of “Ugh!” in abstract. Some of it seems to be a response to modern television shows. There is a vague idea that the public would sit and watch a still image “Ugh!” on their television screen for an hour or more without moving. Another (unknown male) person also speaks, and there are two other unknowns in the room, at least at one point. This other person is talking about how “great” my paintings on the wall are and I feel a bit silly about the attention as his praise seems sincere, yet as he points out each individual line making up the larger image when talking about the eagle head picture, which is composed of mostly blue and lighter purple water-color paint-like lines, but with also a somewhat of a pen-drawing look.
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May 26, 2013 Lucid Dream 506: The Baller Who Stopped Time Series: Friends, Episode 14 DILD Technique: ADA I was riding in the car with Diddy and Mike. Diddy was driving, Mike was in the passenger seat, and I was in the "chauffered seat" (back seat). We were talking about something and Mike said, "Yeah, but you can't just do stuff like that." I suddenly became lucid for no apparent reason. I said, "Yeah, but I can do this because we are in a dream right now!" I made the back windshield disappear, and proceeded to superman grab the back of the car as it pulled me along. My body was flapping in the wind as I held on to the back of the car. I then hopped back in the car and told Diddy and Mike that we were lucid. As we drove down the road, I focus on the car and gradually lifted it into the air. I flew the car from the back seat for a while. Mike and Diddy commented on how awesome it felt. I landed the car and we pulled into a nearby parking lot. It was the parking lot to a gymnasium. Me, Mike and Diddy got out of the car and Diddy started acting like he wanted to "UFC me." I said, "Dude what are you doing?" He replied, "What? You think you can beat me?" I laughed and said, "This is my world. I could throw you over that mountain right there if I wanted to." He had the "touche" look and didn't press the matter. Mike suggested we play some basketball. The environment had to changed to within the gym. I didn't really feel like playing basketball, but Mike convinced me to play and just not using any obvious powers. We got the ball first and I immediately shot a deep 3 and guided the ball into the basket with my eyes/mind. I looked around at everyone and said, "I'm just too good. I'll never miss." I pretty much just acted as a body and nothing more on defense. I let the DCs duke it out until we got the ball back. We were just playing a half court game, btw. I continued to drain 3s until i got bored of that, so I stole the ball, at will, on defense and started dunking like crazy. A few times I stopped paying attention to the actual basketball and I actually turned it over. That is when I had sort of an "epiphany." I thought to myself, "Maybe my dream control is so good because of all my ADA practice. I'm able to control everything in my environment because I am constantly in-tune and aware of everything. Whenever I forgot about the ball it bounced away from." I decided to ramp up the ADA at this time. I wanted to drive to the basket and I knew the guy in front of me was fast and playing tight defense. I kept my ADA up as I focused on making the guy in front of me react slowly. The result? Everything went into slow motion. My movements were also slowed, but not as slow as everyone else's. I was able to pull off some crazy dribble moves and weave through traffic. I then went to dunk, but at the last second, did a crazy/fancy reverse lay-up. As soon as I made it, time was back to normal again. I proceeded to slow down time, steal the ball, and then score over and over and over again. I had just noticed the scoreboard and it said 44-20 in our favor, of course. The guy I was guarding said, "I'm done with this. I think its time to quit." I replied, "No, no. Its not over yet." I then stole it from him, cleared it, drove to the lane, and threw it down as hard as I could. I hung from the rim for a second and with quick and powerful pull, I shattered the glass backboard. The glass broke into thousands of little pieces and I turned to that kid and said, "Now we are done." All but a couple players left the gym. I talked to the ones who stayed. There was a hoop way up in the rafters and I told them I could dunk on it. They looked "defeated" and started walking toward the exit. I could tell they believed I could do it, but they couldn't handle it. Diddy and Mike had disappeared part way through the game and Cliff made a brief appearance during the game as one of my teammates, but he was no longer there. I decided to just exit the building. I flew over to the door and just before reaching it, I supersonic burst flew into it and blew the doors off the hinges. I landed and began walking down the hallway. A proper looking, nerdy man in a sweater vest and glasses passed me in the hallway. After passing him, I used my hand to slap the air as I imagined his face. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye and I saw his head jerk. He started rubbing his face and said, "Ouch," sort of under his breath. I stopped, turned around and said, "Are you ok?" He looked so confused and replied with a simple "Yeah." I turned away from him and did it again, this time with a little more force. He stumbled off balance as his glasses hit the floor. I couldn't hold in the laughter. I didn't bother saying anything I just waked further down the hallway. As he bent over to pick up his glasses, I swift-kicked the air, resulting in the man being kicked in the ass, knocking him to the floor. Laughing, I exited the hall and entered another hallway. Two professional looking business women passed me in this hallway. They looked like the "super smug" type, so I naturally wanted to mess with them. I made one of the women reach up under the other ones skirt and pleasure her. Soon enough, I had them both "disc jockey'n" each other and stripping naked. Further down the hall, a group of "hard" gangsters pass me. They were decked out in rags, gang colors, guns in their belts and everything. As I passed them I had one unzip his pants and another started blowing him. After a brief period, I snapped my fingers and they turned back to how they were. All I heard was panicked voices saying, "WTF! WTF! He sucked yo d***! WTF!" They all looked terrified as I lost it. I laughed so hard the dream began to become unstable. I quickly stabilized and attempted to exit the building. The next room I entered was full of so many people, I could barely move. I knew the next door, which was at the top of a set of stairs, would get me out of the building. I tried to simply make everyone in the room disappear all at once. I did a hand motion, but nothing happened. So, I shouted, "Disappear!!" Instead of everyone disappearing, they all jumped in shock and then toppled over like the fainting goats. I mean, everyone in the room (100 people or more). I chuckled at this bizarre turn of events. I proceeded to step over people to get to the exit, but they all stood up and got in my way again. I did the fainting goats trick a few more times, but they kept getting back up and in my way again. I had made it half way up the steps before I finally got mad, picked up the person in front of me, and violently hurled them down the long, steep steps. It was a pretty brutal fall and they did not move after they got to the bottom. The whole place was quiet and everyone had stopped moving. I said, "Now, GET THE F*** OUT OF MY WAY!!" They all panicked and ran around like chicken with their heads cut off. It finally got them out of my way and I exited the building. The parking lot was full of people. I walked over to the nearest hot chick I saw and started kissing her. She pulled away, but held onto my shirt and said in a sexy voice, "So, do you want me to struggle?" I pulled out of her grasp and said, "What? Hell no!" I thought to myself, "That is the first time I ever got that response. Talk about a turn off." I had now lost all desire for a sexcapade. I felt myself waking up, so I prepared to DEILD. Series Details In the dream series, "Friends," I join the DC counterparts of my waking life friends and tackle the dream world. You never know what we will be up to next, but I guarantee it will be one hell of a time. Stay tuned for more entries to the series! May 26, 2013 Lucid Dream 507: Karuta at Grand Manor Series: Land of Dreams, Episode 13 DEILD I transitioned pretty smoothly back into the dream state. I stood up and I was in the same parking lot as before. It was pretty dark, much darker than the previous dream. I remembered a technique that another DV Member had tried, so I figured I'd give it a shot. I found the moon in the sky, held out my hand, and attempted to turn it until it became the sun. I could see the moon turning, and after a few turns, it completely blacked out, lol. After my unsuccessful attempt to change the environment to daylight, I did notice that everything was much clearer. Still night time, but less darker. I figured the darkness was just a stability issue and the dream had now settled. With nothing interesting around me, I took flight. I flew straight up into the air and got above the surrounding trees. I could see city lights all around me in the distance, so I took off toward them. I flew for a while and my memory here is a bit fuzzy. One way or another, I ended up in front of a mansion. I entered the mansion and was greeted by a butler at the door. He said, "Welcome back, Master Yoshi." I went along with it. I responded, "Thompson, so good to see you again. I see you have kept the mansion clean in my absence." This thing was huge. There was a super long hallway (I'd estimate at 100 yards) that was easily 20 yards wide. It was like the size of a shopping mall except it looked like a super pretentious house. The floor was shiny marble and a plethora of art work and sculptures could be found in every direction. All the doors in the hallway were the Japanese style sliding doors, except super fancy. Most doors were opened as I just explored the mansion. Rooms were on my left and right side of the hallway. One room had people fencing one end of the room and kendo on the other, another was some sort of office, one looked like a green house, and another resembled a dining room. I got to the end of the hall and there was a room full of tatami mats. I immediately thought of the anime, "Chihayafuru." I was excited that I had found a Karuta room. I went in and kneeled down ready to play some Karuta. There were several people in the room. A man in traditional japanese garb walked over and handed Karuta Cards to me and my random opponent. I can't read japanese in the first place, not to mention the symbols on the cards kept changing every time I looked at them, lol. I just placed the cards in the same way I have saw them placed in Chihayafuru. My opponent did the same. We were ready to play. My opponent looked at me and said, "Itadakimasu." I chuckled and thought, "Yeah, that was used incorrectly." We both hunched over in the ready position and the reader began reading. He was kind of quiet, but the reading sounded very accurate to hundred poets reading that happens in actual Karuta matches. He began reading the first verse and I swiftly swung to my opponents side and knocked away the card. I retrieved the card, showed it to the reader and said, "This is the correct card, yes?" He looked at it and said, "Hai." I set it aside, put one hand/arm into the air, and sent my opponent a card from my side. It was so awesome. I felt like I actually knew what I was doing . I got too excited though and felt the dream slipping. I prepared for another DEILD. Series Details In the dream series, "The Land of Dreams," I explore the depths of my subconscious. With no real goals in mind, I explore the creative lands and characters that come before me. Who will I meet? Where will I go? What will I do? These are the dreams that fit into no particular category. Stay tuned for more entries to the series! May 26, 2013 Lucid Dream 508: The Most Interesting God in the World Series: Is that you God? Its me, Yoshi, Episode 1 DEILD I transitioned very smoothly once again and was in the same room I ended the last dream in. However, it was now empty. A little disappointed that my Karuta game was over, I exited the room. I entered back into the same hallway and started walking back toward the entrance. There was now even more art than before. Some of the pictures were moving and portraits were smiling/winking at me as I looked at them. Some were portraits of strange people I had never saw before. Others were very abstract pieces. I greatly enjoyed looking around at all the different sculptures, paintings, drawings, etc. It was like I had visited the art museum of my mind. The drawings ranged from dark and sinister to kindergarten crayon sketches. The variety was amazing. I remember noticing one painting of colonial wig wearing men with glowing alien-like eyes and fingers. It was a pretty trippy painting. Eventually, I stumbled upon a rather interesting room. It was an entire room based on religion. Christianity, in particular. The walls were painted with angels, holy light, baptism, etc. The art was really beautiful. There were pictures of various religious things and a small alter at the top of the room. There was a kneeling mat right in front of the alter. I figured, "Might as well try something new." I kneeled on the mat and decided to try and talk to "God." I noticed there was a ridiculously large picture of Jesus on the wall right in front of me. It was a bit distracting, so I closed my eyes. I said, "God, I come here to ask for guidance." I felt a rush of energy go through my body. It was a little euphoric. Not quite on the level of XTC, but still pretty nice. Suddenly, my body bent over and bowed to the floor on its own. It was a pretty neat experience. I sat up and the portrait of Jesus was now a portrait of the the Dos Equis, "Most Interesting Man in the World," guy. He spoke in a super deep voice and spoke in some nonsense language that I couldn't understand. I had kind of a puzzled expression and thought, "Umm....huh?" He then spoke in his normal commercial voice and sounded a bit annoyed, as if I was supposed to understand his made-up language. He said, "Just get up and move around every once in a while. Just be on the look-out for opportunities to do the right thing." I was pretty satisfied with this experience. It had comedy and basics of humanity. Seems about right coming from my subconscious when it comes to religion . Anyway, as I continued to explore, I felt myself waking up, so I immediately prepared to DEILD once again. Series Details In the dream series, "Is that you God? Its me, Yoshi," I dive into one of the more controversial topics, religion (in particularly, christianity). I'll explore everything from basic praying/confession to boarding Noah's Arc. Stay tuned for more entries to the series! May 26, 2013 Lucid Dream 509: Care for a Bite? Series: 108 Stars of Destiny, Episode 10 DEILD Smooth transition and back into the mansion. It had changed now and looked less like a classy mansion and more like a huge fancy sports bar. There were people drinking at small tables everywhere you looked. There was also TVs, bars, and other "sports bar" accessories scattered throughout. I tried to think of some things I could do to get points for the DVA Competition. All I could think of was phasing through walls. I started walking through wall after wall after wall. With each phase, it became smoother and smoother. It got to the point where I was passing through them like they weren't even there. I decided to take flight. I started flying through wall after wall as if they were only holograms. I picked up the speed and soon flying through rooms was happening almost instantaneously. All I could really see was flashes of walls coming at me in rapid succession. I thought, "I bet it would hurt if I just slammed into one of these." Right on que, I slammed hard into a wall that I couldn't pass through. It didn't hurt, but I definitely felt the force of hitting the wall at high speed. I laughed and thought to myself, "Yup, that is what I get for thinking that." I looked around and I was now definitely in a sports bar. Nothing fancy about it. I saw the redhead chick from True Blood, Jessica (Deborah Ann Woll). She was sitting at a table with a guy. I walked over and saw her pout in a cute manner and say, "But, I'm hungry." The dude looked at her and said, "No, not here." I held out my arm, flicked my wrist, and sent that dude flying across the bar. I took his seat, stretched out my neck and said, "You can feed on me anytime of the night!" She smiled rather seductively, grabbed my head and jerked it up to her mouth. I felt her fangs sink into my neck and then got a rush of pleasure. She drank for a few seconds and then pulled away. I looked at her and said, "Yeah, you are doing that again." She responded, "I just drank a lot. You are going to lose too much blood and I'm not going to drain my King." I was turned on already (Is it strange to be turned on during this sequence? Lol). I said, "Then I command you as your King to feed." She smiled and sank her teeth into me again. It didn't feel quite like the first time, so I told her to bite down harder. It felt amazing. She pulled away and I said, "I need you in my army! Will you join me in my quest to fulfill the ultimate destiny?" She playfully acted as if she might not join. I told her she could be completely free in the Dream World with no fear or limitations. I told her my power in here surpasses anything she could imagine. Then I said, "Plus, me and you will be spending plenty of alone time together." Said, "Of course, I'll join." Excited, I told her to get back to the feeding. As she was draining me, I felt myself waking up. Not wanting to lose details, I decided it was time to end the DEILD chain. Series Details Welcome to the epic dream series known as, "The 108 Stars of Destiny." Follow me as I build the most powerful army the dream world has ever seen. Along with the help of 108 key recruits, I take on the dream world and elevate to god-like status! Will anyone stand in my way? Stay tuned for more entries to the series! 108 Stars of Destiny NEW 15 - Jessica - The Blood Star
Updated 05-26-2013 at 08:57 PM by 22654
Last night, I dreamed I stole a $1200 suit case from an art exhibit and got chased by Kate Middleton through a shopping mall. The exhibit was being run by 2 old guys and one part of it was giant paintings someone had made of anime characters. Kate chased me into the bathroom (which, in my dream, was a bathroom for rich people). I hid in a stall and counted out cash, since I didn't want to be tracked by using my debit card. A girl in there kept asking what I was doing. I dropped some quarters on the floor but left them because bathroom floors are gross. I escaped the bathroom and made it to an elevator, and she was unable to follow me. The suitcase was actually a work of art created by a friend of mine, and it looked exactly like a regular suitcase. I was going to ask her to help me make some shoes and sell them at exorbitant prices later on. Everyone kept asking why I didn't have any art in the exhibit, and I felt really embarrassed about it. In other news, this makes me 1 journal entry away from 400 in my offsite dream journal, which is several years old.
Updated 05-17-2013 at 06:35 PM by 32101
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening To get a bank account, or anything official, people are required to identify themselves with DNA fingerprinting. I'm applying to a job or something like that and they take a drop of blood for DNA sampling. I'm sitting in an uncomfortable chair for too long before I get any feedback and then without a warning the chair locks me in and I feel a needle on my back. I feel scared for a bit and then become aware I'm just dreaming and decide to play along and just memorize every detail of the story as it unravels. I am drugged and transported somewhere. When I get back to my senses I'm with some other persons, rounded up on some fenced place with red dirt floor. A guy who befriends me says we're on another planet, a red planet and we've been selected due to something in our DNA. He invites me to escape with him. He says we have to face some giant guy who protects the gates. At the end of a long open ceiling corridor, we meet him. We fight and I recall I can fly and do all my kung fu tricks, so we win. We escape and along our path we meet someone who offers help. Says we must go alongside the river until we find a bridge. We should not cross it. Just meet there some guys who will take us underground. But when we arrive, there's no one there. We admire the beautiful iron bridge. It leads to a gorgeous palace on the other side of the river. Then we see an abandoned boat and a floating body. We get in the boat and rush up to grab the body. It is a woman with dark straight hair. We bring her inside the boat and do CPR. She is alive! Then we see a chain pending from the boat and on the other end of it is a dog fighting for his life. we pull the chain, he offers some resistance because it chokes him a little bit, but soon he is also on the boat with us and looking very thankful. We seek help in the palace and we find that the woman and her dog live there. We are taken in as heroes. She had went for her usual boat promenade and the guys who we were supposed to meet with, had decided it was much more interesting to assault her and rob anything she might have of value. She didn't had much so they reacted with anger and decided to kill her and the dog. Luckily we appeared on time. We were given jobs in the palace and we stayed there. Now I start seeing life through the youngest girl in the family, a gorgeous teenager with a thing for art. Her father spoils her with everything she wants, as long as she doesn't get out of her golden cage. She surrounds herself with paintings, sculptures and all fine arts she can ask her father to put his hands on. But she is frustrated and unhappy. One day, the palace and the gardens are super busy with people preparing some big event, and she hids on one of her art galleries. Looking at those marble sculptures of naked bodies she feels so horny. She touches them as she masturbates furiously. She is going crazy that she can't reach an orgasm. I am her but I am also the guy who is now working in the palace, so I feel her horny despair and I also see her through his eyes and feel his lust. Then I realize again I am just dreaming and I wake up.
Dreamed of an oil on canvas painted portrait. The wooden frame was nicely carved with swirls at each corner and was possibly gold leafed. The painting had a dark blue and black background that was possibly a blue cloth. The portrait was of some English nobleman. He had a moderately frilly white shirt and soft red velvet justacorps(18th century jacket).
I am in a room with a large group of people and they're all sporting their new tattoos. All that have been shown have just been black ink then someone that may have been Will Smith showed off a tattoo that was on hid back and it was in full color and outshone all the others. After that he went downstairs with his mother and down there was a cafe type deal. A policeman was leaning against the wall. Will sat down as his mom started to make him a drink the policeman sat down a few moments after.
3-20-08 A Lucid Dream. I don't remember where the dream started, but I was walking across the street toward my mom's house. I looked on the ground and saw a scorpion. My first thought was to go grab my camera. Then I saw a second scorpion. I looked and saw that they were coming from this box. I looked in the box and then saw a fat Black Widow crawl out. I continued to watch with a mixture of fascination and horror, as dozens of scorpions and BWs slowly climbed out of the box and onto the dirt driveway where I was standing. Something about this scene made me question my state. At first I dismissed the idea that I was dreaming because this was real. I know what dreams feel like and what reality feels like. This was simply too real to be a dream. But at the same time, I remembered how frustrated I had been at myself lately for missing so many obvious dream signs. And that if I later found out that this was a dream, and that I missed the perfect opportunity to become lucid, I would really be mad at myself. So as I walked again twoard my mom's house, I jumped into the air to see if I could fly. I went up and came right back down. I felt silly for trying. This was reality. But I decided to give it one more try. I jumped out and kicked myself forward....and I totally surprised myself when I continued to glide ahead in the air. I was thrilled that I was actually dreaming when I was so sure that I wasn't. I hadn't been expecting the chance to have this experience. I was extremely thankful that I hadn't given up. I started to fly. The land behind my mom's house dropped off and I was flying high over a valley far below. All of a sudden the dream began to fade. I had the attitude of, "Don't you dare..." I reached out and rubbed my hands on my arms like I did in the last LD. I noticed the same way of how my hands left like they were part of my physical body, but yet I could move them around my body whith out bumping into my sleeping body on the bed. The hand rubbing did the trick. There is a fuzzy place here that I don't remember what I did. I think I might have flown in a store. But at some point I remembered that I needed to try some tasks, I remembered that I told Nothin7 that I would try some of his experiments. I tried to remember what they were. I decided that the first one was to write a sentence. I was outside of a house. I decided to fly inside. I landed by a table and looked until I found a pen. I then found a paper. It was written on, but had spaces around the edges. I knew I didn't need much room to write a sentence, so this paper would work good enough for me. I carefully wrote, "I NEED TO WRITE A SENTENCE FOR NOTHING7." I was actually a little surprised that it was easy to do and that I had no trouble at all doing it. It wasn't until later in retrospect that I realized I used all caps to write it, and I never wirte in caps these days (I went through a stage as a teenager when I did. Maybe this is significant because I often go back to being a teen in my dreams.) I then tried to remember the next thin I was supposed to do. I then remembered something about humming a song that I made up. I tried coming up with a little tune. I didn't do as well on this one becasue I often couldn't quite get the notes I was trying for, so then whole thing sounded off and out of tune. But I feel that I was able to do it somewhat. As I went outside again I continued to hum and ended up humming a melody that I thought I knew from real life. But now, in retrospect, I think it is something I was continuing to make up. I then remembered that I needed to find a painting to look at. I was a little shed nearby that I knew was actually a shop. I supposedly knew the lady that ran the shop. I felt sure that I could find a picture inside the shop. I went in. The walls were covered with items for sale--things like dream catchers and other ornaments and trinkets. But I did see a picture. It was actually a sand painting. It was several shades of earth tones. I saw that it was a desert scene with hills and cliffs. I felt that I was able to understand the picture was of. I continued to look. I saw more pictures. The next two were water colors. They were a still life of a chemistry set...flasks and beakers...all stacked into a tower. There were two pictures in this set, obviously done by the same artist. I then looked up and saw a large picture. It was actually made out of a sheet of metal and pounded into a 3D picture. It was a snow scene with a barn. I reached out to touch it. I felt the shiny cold surface of silver. Mrs. Moore was now standing beside me. I understood that this was her store. She made a comment that that picture was her favorite too. Seeing Mrs. moore, I decided that I would have her try the experiment. I asked her if she would be willing to write out a sentence for me. But before she could I was suddenly awake.
Driving up Kingscote Cres with parents, turned into house over the road from no. 23. We were going there for dinner. Lady walked out to meet us, somehow walking with her feet upside-down. She climbed on the bonnet of the car where she knelt and did some welcoming ceremony. We went inside. Toured house, which was multi-level, with lots of turning half-staircases. Very modern. Lady told me to keep the children out of her art room, and I understood it was because of what they might see, not for fear of them damaging anything. Some very strange and grotesque art, like that of Richard Upton Pickman.
Lucid Scientist A woman scientist was talking about a hairy ball. It was some kind of an animal, and more ovular, but there were no legs or head or anything. She ended up saying it was pork. Then she compared it to some kind of hairy stick. She went into some detail about the stick. I'd been listening intently, but I somehow missed exactly what she said, but it sounded interesting, so I asked her what she'd just said. She didn't understand my question. I asked her what she'd said about the stick. She looked dumbfounded. I posed my question very clearly, stating that she had just made a comparison between the ball of hair and the hairy stick, and I wondered what she had said about the stick. At this point, I became lucid. I was going to ask her again, but realized that would be pointless, and I was so pissed at this stupid bitch, I decided to punch her in the face. I tried, but I couldn't move my arms. This is either because I was very tired, or simply very poor control. I have a theory that being very tired hurts dream control, though I have found this not to be true at all times. Just a thought. I either woke up, or had a false awakening at this point. I think I woke up. Lucid Make-out A girl was on a bicycle. She wasn't a little girl, but she was younger than I am. Anyway, I started making out with her. She seemed into it. Eventually I tried to do more, but I woke up, again, possibly an FA. At School There were several projects hanging on a wall. One was lit. It had a crescent moon. The light turned off just as I looked at it. I was very interested and I liked the picture. I tried to see if the plug had come out, but there were easels in front of all the pictures, and some kind of wires between them. I tried to go around them all, but I had a coat on and couldn't squeeze through the easel on the end and the wall. I said never mind. Then I was on the floor taking gloves off. I had 4 pairs of gloves on my left hand. Every time I pulled a glove off, there was another one underneath it. I thought that was very strange, and so did this other person who was watching me. I organized the gloves. I had my driving gloves, I had my winter gloves, I had another pair of driving gloves which must have been a gift, and a single glove without a match. Then a girl came in, gave me a muffin, and left. I was grateful and thanked her, though I was a little late. Then I tried to tell her I'd pay her back some time. Someone in the room was trying to sleep and she told me that I thanked her too many times. Then I was trying to sleep. The portion of the room by the door had at least 4 medium to large parrots in cages. I thought I should be comfortable with them as I've had birds in my life. One looked like my old Blue Front Amazon, but I thought the birds were a bit excessive, and they were kind of blocking the door in and out. Then I had to go to the bathroom. It was very public. The urinal was a bucket, and someone was standing on it to pee. It was to keep clean the way people don't sit on a toilet. Then that person was gone and someone was in the adjacent stall. I thought I would wait even though the urinal was free. Someone else came up and was going to go ahead of me, and they said they would be a few minutes, so I should go. I decided to go. When I got up to the urinal, it had a bunch of dishes or trash or something in it, so I said fuck it and walked out.
I love the characters that pop up in my dreams. [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m in south Austin and I’ve heard there are some good artexhibits all over town worth checking out. I can’t quite recall who told me butit was one of the parents I know from my daughter’s school. I head north of mylocation until I arrive at a chainlink fence that surrounds a 3-story concretebuilding. The building is non-descript and has no outside signs or markings.From the outside it would appear to just be the shell of a building with darkwindows.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I enter the building with my daughter who immediately runsfrom my side to explore the art exhibits contained inside. In every direction,yet sparsely situated, are objects and dioramas that express various feelingsand emotions using all kinds of material. Each one has a candle or severalcandles, some of which are not lit. The room is quite dark.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Walking over to an exhibit along the wall to my right I amfascinated by the detail the artist put into the work. Set on a square base ofabout 9 inches on a side is a small piece of gnarled tree that curls up like amisshapen letter ‘G’ and a number of strings hang from the top curve, eachdecorated with glistening charms and shapes that represent spiritual contentand emotional links felt throughout time by humanity. Sadly the candles are notlit.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I grab the grill-lighter set on the exhibit table and beginlighting the candles. Only a couple remain lit after a few seconds and I haveto relight most of the candles. I believe they are being extinguished by abreeze coming in through the open front door, though I can recall no entry doorbehind me.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Looking back I see Mark is there, his typical goofy smilebeaming from his face. He says “Hi” and I reply in kind. I can also see mydaughter running towards the back of the room, apparently intent on going upstairs.I know she will be okay and I turn around to walk towards another exhibit.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The exhibit I’m approaching is blue, like the previous one,and I become lucid as I reach out to light the candles. Tiny sparkly shapes ofstars and magical symbols dangle from an overhanging piece of metal. As I applyflame to the candles I accidentally set the art on fire. The sparkly thingsburst into a brief flame that leaves them charred and wrinkled. I initiallyfeel bad but I decide I need not be concerned because I’m dreaming and the artalters slightly before my eyes. It actually looks better now.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Pleased with my contribution to the exhibit I walked on withsome of the other people who were heading out the back door of thebuilding. I was expecting to see moreart out here and perhaps a gathering of people but instead I found a largefenced-off sandpit with people walking their Chihuahuas through a course duginto the sand. It was disappointing.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I saw Bo and Luke Duke (The Dukes of Hazzard) and theylooked like they wanted a dog by the way they were acting and moving but I realizedthey already had a dog and were walking it along the course. Being lucid still I thought about finding anew place to go and enjoy but just as I started walking away the dream fadedand I woke up.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
Fight at School I was in a school setting. It reminded me of my elementary school at one point, but nothing else about the dream had anything to do with it. It was very crowded. A black guy wanted to fight me for some unknown reason. He ended up getting brass knuckles. This idea was carry-over from a movie I recently saw. I was terrified. I got a broom stick or a mop handle with nothing attached to it and hid it behind a door so the guy wouldn't see it when he came after me. I wanted the element of surprise. At one point I saw some school officials and I said, "I hope you're going to protect me!" I figured it was their job to protect students, though they didn't seem to care. Eventually the guy reached out and gave me the brass knuckles. They were thinner than they would be in waking life. He looked at me as if to say, "Don't worry white boy; I'm not going to hurt you." I was so relieved. I gave the brass knuckles back to the guy. Girl A girl Bv came up to me. She was looking at my clothes. She said, "Are those boxers?" I said, "Yea." She said, "Can I see?" I showed her the top of them. My hip bone was showing. She was acting like she wanted me, so I said, "Come here" and led her down a step and around a corner where nobody could see. I wanted her to put her hand down my drawers, but then she backed away. She said she couldn't. I was very disappointed. Art I was in a bedroom, but much of it was set up like a shop of sorts. People had come over to buy stuff. At one point they went into another room. A guy was in the room as if an employee. He straightened up the place while the customers were in the other room. I told another DC that he was doing a quick "puff and tuck" which is a term we used to use at a bedroom store when we had to straighten up. I found it odd that he would do a retail straightening up in a bedroom, but he was gay and he liked making sure everything was just so. Then the people came back into the main room. Now they were looking at art that was in the room. The manager of the old bedroom store told them to hold on. He wanted to show them something. He left and came back with some art that I had done and given him many years ago. This art was in the style of art I did many years ago with particle board, india ink, glass chips, and little stones to make stars and planets. The wood was cut into a semi circle. Another was an oval canvas. I got a pretty good look at one of the pieces. There were three planets in a nearly straight line. There were also glass chips that made up curved lines. The were either colored glass, or I had painted a representation of reflection nebula around them. The constellations were labeled Enceladus and Titan (not constellations in waking life, but moons of Saturn.) This is carryover from a sound project I've been thinking about. I would like to try to make this piece of art just to see something from a dream on a regular basis, but I'm not set up for it. maybe some day.
Updated 07-17-2012 at 05:22 PM by 41873
I was in some sort of classroom, pretending to sleep under what seemed like a huge brown coat on a couch. The room I was in seemed to be like a huge art room, which was very open. I heard voices enter the room and noticed me. They "woke" me up and told me I needed to move so that they can start their class. I did and sat down at a table adjacent to the couch, which they did also. One of them, who wore glasses, asked me if he could buy my laptop from me. I do have a laptop and I would never sell it because I need it for work, so I decline the offer. He tries to convince me that he needs it more, but I do not budge. The teacher of the class, which happened to be one that I knew from middle school, then split us into groups. I was split with an old acquaintance from High School and Vincent Vega from Pulp Fiction, donning his T-shirt instead of his usual suit. My group was crowded at the table with the other groups, so I pointed to an empty table that we all could sit at. The other group, though, decided to sit with us also. I remember feeling annoyed about that. I then woke up.
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