I was approached by this journalist to do an item on something, idk what exactly it was about, voice acting or something. I go upstairs to take a shower real quick and there's a whole group of people partying in the bathroom there. I don't care and shower regardless. Once I'm ready much later, we head into the city, which is Alkmaar for some reason despite me not living there, nor have I ever been there. We film a bit, but it feels unnatural, so the reporter gets these fake red dreads and attaches these to my hair in the front so it looks like I have more hair. We then go to the McDonald's for dinner and it's super busy there. Meanwhile the camera woman gets the plants out of there so we can film. She does this whole shot from streets away where she runs towards the McDonald's, puts the camera on the table, then interviews me. I can't even remember what it was about and it definitely wasn't a serious interview. The guy working there says the interviewer used to be her boss, I check her LinkedIn and she used to work at a hand washing service company. I think she got some B-roll afterwards, and we get into the Berlin metro and head home. In the metro, I access a locker that apparently everyone in my art school can access, and I get my journals out of there. As the metro arrives at the destination, I try to grab my stuff before the door closes again. A little kid brags that I was interviewed, but no one really cares and I wake up.
A fruitful night. 1. I'm at school, wandering around, up and down stairs, through empty corridors. No-one is around. All the stairways and passages seem much longer than usual. I stop on a huge landing at the bottom of the stairs, at ground floor level. The wall to outside is a large expanse of glass, shimmering panes from floor to ceiling. Outside is a raised platform paved with gravel, walled in to the left by another glassy extension to the building while the other two sides face into the open air. A girl comes up the stairs from the basement and pauses when she sees me on the landing. She is in uniform - a younger girl - and has a ponytail of bushy, light brown hair. We talk although I can't remember what about. Then she turns to the windows and says, boldly, "I'm going to go out on to the balcony!". I gasp. The balcony is off-limits to students because it gives a clear view into the staff room (the other room on the left) and we are not supposed to see in there. She pushes open a door in the glass and purposefully walks out. I feel terrified that she'll be caught. Suddenly, my perspective shifts: I'm on the other side of the staff room, where there is no balcony, standing slightly below the ground floor level and looking in. I see, through blue glass, rows of desks with computers and chairs. I am shocked to see that the room is completely empty. Later, I am in a brightly lit hallway on the top floor. Although there are no windows I feel very high up. I walk with another girl, who says she wants to find a bathroom - I know her, she is somewhat tall and has long blonde hair. The bathrooms are along this hallway. She says she doesn't like those tiny narrow cubicles, and prefers the wide ones, so I direct her towards one bathroom which has a few larger cubicles. She ignores me and enters the one next door, only to find every cubicle occupied. Annoyed, she returns, and we go in. It is a very bright and spacious room with white tile up the walls. We pass the sinks and turn the corner to see a row of five large cubicles, and several smaller ones opposite. A few are occupied - I see curly hair over the top of a door - but some are open, and she enters one. I hang about outside, waiting, leaning against the wall. 2. The sun beams down on us as I cycle, with a group of others, around a gorgeous flower field. Just as I become aware of myself, I see I am crossing a broad flat wooden bridge - though no water in sight - and I look up. We are cycling over a 'path' of slightly flattened and crushed grass, which runs all round at the edge of the huge oval-shaped field. Long grasses are waving and among them crowd pink, purple, blue, red and yellow wildflowers, small, tall, pretty. The air has a sweet grassy smell and the sun shines down warmly, making the whole field glimmer. I think how it's been so long since I last cycled, but it's true that you really don't forget - it feels so free and easy, flying over the grass on my bike. Another girl passes me, lightning-fast and scarily close, causing me to lose my balance and veer over to the fence around the wide edge of the path. I stop right by the fence and put one foot on the ground. Here is dark green, cool and shady, with climbing and overhanging foliage winding around and above the fence and the trees outside it. The fence is white and curvy, two running rails with periodic posts sticking into the ground. Ivy clambers over it and obscures much of the metalwork from view. I lean over and see a deep, muddy ditch on the other side. I'm taking a moment to rest when another cyclist - a boy this time - comes barreling up the path and almost crashes into me. He stops himself at the last minute and proceeds to angrily yell at me: "Stop by the fence, idiot!" I cry back indignantly, "This is the fence! Can't you see?". He flushes red and rapidly takes off again. I resume cycling, though stop regularly by the fence. At one point, I look over it and see rushing water. Its calming sound washes over me as I pan my gaze across the field. 3. School again. I am in French class, in our little room at the top of the main building. We are all chatting and gossiping with the French teacher as we often do. I start telling her about when I saw into the staff room and it was empty - and I see her expression growing almost murderous... 4. Leaving my house, on a rather grey day, I turn to see one of the neighborhood cats sitting in the street a little further up. He's a friendly black cat (and very fluffy) so I head over to say hello. I crouch down to stroke him, and he stands, turning his head towards me while raising his fluffy tail in the air - exactly like a picture of him my dad sent me last week. Really happy with these dreams - it's rare that I remember so many. And cat! I love dreaming about cats. It's starting to get really quiet around here so I hope all the people who haven't been online recently will be back soon. I'm missing having everyone's DJs to read
Crazy bathroom Dreamed I was walking around outside a place with some giant archway door. Went inside and inside was a very large and fancy bathroom. Ceilings were super high. There was a fountain in the middle with a 30 ft statue of an angel in the middle of that. There were toilets but no stalls. I sat on one and after a while some guy walked in through the door and started staring at me. I told him to leave me alone and go about your business. When done, there was no place to wash your hands so I started looking in the other rooms. There was a picnic table place with some women at the table. There was hand sanitizer stations behind them. I asked if I could go and use some but the women angrily shoo'd me away. I found another section like that but with men and they had no problem with me using the sanitizer. What? I was in the bathroom with Jamie holding her hand. I won't say what else was going on Next two nights had trouble getting a full sleep. One fragment was with Jamie. We were walking through a city holding hands... no I was in a house with some people. I knew Jamie was there and then I saw her come into the living room and sit near me. I was depressed or something. I said something to her but I wasn't very confident. She knows and of huffed at me and left. Spent the rest of the dream wandering the house sad.
April 10th, 2024 Fragment 1 Soap or candle in bathroom. At my grandparent’s (on my Dad’s side) house, I think? In a bathroom, I think. Someone wants me to fill a bucket with water for class or something. Dream 1: Pirates, Buffet, and Lucidity Robert Newton (“Bob” Newton, I call him in the dream) or someone like him giving me advice. I think it’s advice on being a pirate. This includes not eating too much or too much seafood because it can make one chubby. It’s a temptation for pirates, apparently, and he himself is kind of chubby. He leaves, and I walk out to his car (?) with him. It feels kind of emotional, as though we had become friends. I walk back in to the building where we were, and go to the buffet table. I realize that he had warned about not eating too much, but I feel like he wouldn’t mind me eating some of this free food. I become lucid spontaneously, apparently. I realize that I should eat something for points. I pick up a piece of cake or a frosted brownie and eat a bite of it. Then I do a reality check to be sure that I’m lucid (in case I had some doubt, I guess). I look at my left hand. Counting the fingers is difficult, and as I look I see that my fingers are kind of dark colored and sparkly, as though they were made of night and stars. Somewhere around here I lose the dream. Dream 2: Camping and Post Office I’m camping outside. I have a sort of a shelter beneath a leaning tree trunk, and am using a tent or a tarp (or maybe just a blanket) to try to shelter myself from the rain. There is also a cat girl walking around. She looks a lot like a cat, but also somehow seems human. She might be a human cosplaying as a cat, or something. She walks near me and I pet her. I try to make room for her to join me under my shelter. She says something about not coming out here as often as she did when she was younger. I go into a post office to pick up something that is supposed to have been mailed to me. The post office looks like something out of an old western movie on the inside. I stand in a line with some other people, but it seems like the line isn’t moving. After a while, I realize that I’m in the wrong line. I go to the proper line. While I’m at the counter, someone working there says something about being in St. Augustine. A bunch of people in the room all correct him at the same time telling him he is in C--.
Updated 04-13-2024 at 10:06 PM by 97618
Moving: A tall and friendly looking man wakes me up by putting his hand over my face. I'm in my childhood home, the room on the left end of the hallway. My girlfriend is with me in the bed. The room is empty apart from our mattress on the floor. I tell the man that normally I would have freaked the fuck out, had he not done the same thing yesterday morning. He also wakes my girlfriend this way. She gets up and starts to get ready right away. I reflect that maybe I should wake her that way due to how effective it was. I go downstairs and I'm now in what I know to be a middle school orientation day. I walk past K and also B from marching band, who tells me a story about his dog and vet, while we ascend an escalator. I get to a dorm-like room that apparently used to be where I stayed, but I am moving out for the next batch of kids. The room is 90% bunk beds, with a narrow path between them. I have a bottle of diet coke on my bed, and the new person has moved it to the top bunk. He has put his coke zero bottle in its place. There is a CRT monitor mounted to the wall, with voice activated ChatGPT. My girlfriend’s mom is there and I want to show her how it works. I ask ChatGPT what color its favorite dragon is. It seems to address the question at first but then rambles off. I justify that this GPT must be modified to be "hip with the kids" or something. The text is hot pink on the readout. My girlfriend’s mom introduces me to a new packaging format for a fruit/protein drink. It is 26oz and basically just two smaller ones merged together. I tell here I should look into this. Oops: I wake up at my current home and realize I can't hold off from going to the bathroom. I reflect that I should lay off the Metamucil. The bathroom is weirdly open to the outside on the right side. It is also my childhood home's bathroom, not my current one. There is more detail to this uh event, but I will not type it out here.
Updated 04-05-2024 at 05:55 PM by 99808
I had a meeting with someone that messaged me underneath a bridge, we had a meeting under the bridge before heading to the terrace of a campsite where we met up with an old acting teacher from mine late at night to pitch her app for money. I was browsing the app's website and read its about page as I had no idea what exactly the app was myself. I'm now in the grey backrooms of a classroom at what was implied to be my old school, I had finished my assignment and was reading a binder as I waited for the class to end. Two teachers resembling my community college teacher as well as my primary school teacher walked up to my table and told us to reconsider our PDFs and continue working instead of reading as we wouldn't leave earlier than 1 am. The teachers kept us in the room until 1 am. It was currently 11 PM and I was getting tired and had to go to the bathroom. The bathroom was in the hallway and I asked if I could go leave and the teacher refuses. Mind you I didn't even have my stuff to escape, I just needed to pee. I told her and she pulled out some big transparent vase like sculpture filled with urine. Looking at how unethical all of this is, I call out the teacher to remind her that this is supposed to be a VET major, absolutely ridiculous that we weren't even allowed to go to the bathroom. As I walk back to the backrooms of the classroom, I remembered it resembles the back of my old elementary school where they had two toilets up the stairs in the back. But they were out of order and the toilets became rubble. It was then that I heard a student mention taking the elevator in the room that worked, so I grabbed my stuff, entered the elevator, then got on my bike as soon as I left the building and rode to the train station. As I rode my bike to the train station I notice that a motorcyclist has been following me for a while, I speculated that it might be a spy, as they take off their helmet, it is indeed the teacher from the classroom who's following me! I taunt her as I grab my phone, about to film her and expose her unethical practices to the world. I then wake up. Dream was in Dutch.
April 3rd, 2024 Fragment 1: Munster Music Someone is looking for suggestions for music that has an atmosphere like the Munsters. Someone else suggests Los Straightjackets, and I suggest the Ventures. Actually, I think it might have been the Munsters looking for music, or someone trying to find music that the Munsters would like. I think that Los Straightjackets might have been on the scene too late. Fragment 2: Something about the bathroom in a house I lived in when I was little. Some kind of play being rehearsed. Something about my Dad.
Asleep around midnight. Awake around 6:00-6:30, having trouble getting back to sleep. Fragment 1: Lurkers Something about the game Lurkers.io. Trying to carry a bomb from the right side of the screen to the left. Asleep again some time after 7:00, I’m guessing. Fragment 2: Lab Work In the lab, doing something. Bathroom Lucid (Lucid) Some things about robots. Someone activated a sort of attack/defense robot, and there is something going on with it. Then someone is talking about a time when a creepy child-looking entity showed up and was at his elbow. Later, we are walking along with an android, that says it has to use the bathroom. It is carrying around a large glass flask of some liquid, which it wants to go empty in a restroom. We get to where we were going, and the robot goes downstairs to where a restroom is. I decide that I want to go too, and follow him. The restroom is possibly one that I had visited before (or dreamed that I had), but it is now the future and I’m looking to see what changes have been made. Around this point, I also seem to be aware that I’m dreaming, but it’s one of those dreams where I seem to have just been kind of vaguely assuming it was a dream – almost like dreaming that I knew it was a dream instead of actually being lucid. However, when I find a stall in a restroom, I actually become lucid. I remember the 3-step task. First, I do a reality check/stabilization by looking at my hand and counting the fingers. Not surprisingly, I have trouble counting. I think about using the bathroom, but then I realize that that would be a waste of lucid dreaming time since I can use the bathroom when I’m awake. I start walking out of the bathroom, and remember the second of the three step task: eat/drink something. It doesn’t really matter what, since it’s a dream, so I look around for something that I can try to eat. I think I try some small cardboard or plastic box at first, but have a little trouble. Then I find a small plastic pouch, which I might “will” into containing a sort of soapy liquid inside. I bite into this and swallow some of the liquid. Surprisingly, it seems to have a strong and a terrible taste, making me gag and want to vomit. I’m a bit worried that I didn’t fully swallow it though, so I choke down another swallow. I think I might lose my lucidity around here somewhere. I find myself walking back from somewhere, outside now. I remember having had a lucid dream, but I think I'm awake. At another point I think I’m going back to a bathroom. There is some strange guy around crying about something – he is looking for help, but doesn’t seem to be quite normal. I want to go hide in the bathroom. Something about going into the mouth of a large fish. There is some sort of TV show – hosted by Jerry Lewis, apparently. But this might just be a documentary about the show. Inside the fish’s mouth is a small auditorium.
Updated 03-30-2024 at 03:08 PM by 97618
Sleeping in a comfy hotel bed in Berlin with complete privacy instead of having family or roommates. My dream initially started with me entering a hotel room, much different looking than where I'm currently staying. Kinda like a building you'd create in Minecraft and somewhat reminded me of the hotel in Wijk aan Zee where I stayed at with my family in 2010 and drank coffee for the first time at the age of 12 which then became my to-go drink for the next 12 years. I constantly remind myself to not forget my card as I leave my room. Exploring the area around the hotel, it's a flat grassy land like those old videogames had, colours resembling that of retro Halo grass maps. I go outside and I'm in this "space park" with climbing frames and rocket statues that double as bathroom. I have to go to the bathroom so I climb up the ladder with one hand while holding my pet cat Luna in the other (while somehow maintaining my balance and not falling off while letting go of the ladder to get the next step. Each bathroom I'm attending I'm surrounded by people outside and despite the toilet being inside a spaceship cockpit with those one way reflective windows, I feel like I'm being stared at and don't go. I walk out of the space park and end up in this street from Amsterdam which is set in the 70s-90s as sound has a VHS quality and everyone speaks in a much thicker Amsterdam accent. I then see this man walk into an alley which I magically remember (in dream universe) as this back entrance for a theatre where I would go with my theatre group from 2017-2019. I then woke up from my alarm clock with 7 hours and 58 minutes of sleep!
I was walking up some dark empty street with beige brick buildings. I'm then in a room with my father. There are two king sized beds, I start walking to claim the one in the corner, and the floor booms like I'm stomping. He scolds me, saying that there are people trying to sleep below us. I try tiptoeing to the bed, and it still sounds like I'm stomping. I am telepathically controlling some sort of saw blade. I make it fall down next to a rock pole. I move it so it comes into contact with silver coins, I miss one so it starts falling up, and I get the coin this time. I see a wooden triangle with a large H at the bottom I pass it, and go back down to cut into the H. I miss the H somehow, so I cut through the pole, and cut into another triangle with a G in it, and I manage to get it this time. I am then falling down next to the pole. I land on some ground, I have a rifle, I see a yellow fish swimming above me, so I try to shoot it. I miss, but a voice tells me about the scope. I look down it and get a pinhole view of whatever I'm about to shoot. I aim at some distant corral, I take some time to adjust the scope, but I finally focus on a clown fish and manage to shoot it. I somehow end up in some sort of store, there are people walking around, they look super zoned out. One staggers towards me and I realize they're zombies, I look down the scope which now has a wider view, and I shoot him. I make my way past the cash register while shooting several others, and I'm almost to some storage room. A woman jumps out, and I try to shoot, but I'm out of bullets. There's a stapler on the bottom of my gun, but I don't think it would do much, so I run into a bathroom, it has one door which successfully locks, but the other door right next to it doesn't, so I run into a room labeled cold storage. It's another bathroom of course, and there's no lock, the woman is probably about here now, so I decide to hide. I notice Mario in a stall so I join him, I hear the door, and see the woman, and she starts talking to us, she's actually not a zombie, and she's going to help us fight them. She leads us to a shelf full of stuff, we all grab wooden canes. I notice Mario's not next to me so I look around for him and see him at the urinal. I'm Luigi so I start using the one 2 away from him. He says something I didn't really hear, I realize one of my legs is in the urinal, and it's soaked up to the ankle. He then asks why I'm just standing there, I get annoyed because I'm not just standing there, so I turn to him and aim for the face. I ask "DO YOU SEE ME JUST 'STANDING HERE'?" He calmly says "Yes." like he's in a completely different universe where I'm not some crazy guy peeing in his face. I pack it away, and start walking to the door. [COLOR="#EE82EE"]I'm in a bed, my breathing sounds a little weird, I think that the zombies will see me if I move. I decide to make a run for it, it took a lot of effort, but I pushed the blankets off and sat up. [/COLOR]
The school bathroom. I'm washing my hands in front of the mirror. When I try to enter the only stall, the door is locked, but I can hear people talking inside. Annoyed, I go into another bathroom. There are two stalls in here, but one seems to have been replaced with a blank wall while the other is also occupied. I bang on the door and hear a surprised noise from inside, so, feeling guilty for disturbing them, I turn to leave the room. But this time the door feels extremely heavy and it takes me a long struggle to get it open. As I'm pulling at it my vision seems to black out and I reel back from the effort. When I finally stumble out, I feel so disoriented, it's as if my mind is trying to pull away from my body. Finally I enter the third bathroom. By now I feel dizzy and can't see properly. Just as I get my bearings enough to register that there is a free stall I also see that someone else has come in after me and is about to enter it. I feel a sort of sinking despair and hopelessness at this. I stammer something out about how I was about to go in there. She takes a step back and offers to let me go first, but I, feeling sheepish, hurriedly refuse and resign myself to waiting. At no time in this dream - nor when I woke up - did I feel I needed the toilet. It's not one of those dreams that I often hear about. Strangely, this is the third time I can remember dreaming about being in an eerie and somewhat surreal school bathroom. All looked different but all of them left me with a similar feeling of disorientation and unhappy confusion.
6.7.2023 Jotted down some notes in the morning, but didn't write up my journal until the evening. Things might be a bit fuzzy and choppy in my recollection. The New World Order Someone wants to establish a new world order. They seem to be up front about this, but it looks dangerous to me. It appears to involve arrows being shot at us at one point, as well as road construction. But it’s more than that – like some totalitarian regime. I try to keep them out of my room (while I sleep?) by blocking the door with things and trying to make sure the gap at the bottom of the door is covered up. Trying to carry around some long poles or something. There is a cat or two wandering around also. Some arguing about the cat? Maybe the cat is an antagonist? At one point, I’m lying in bed, and the antagonists have sprayed some kind of slime, some of which has landed on my bed and a lot of which has pooled up beside the bed. It might acidic, or radioactive, or something. But when I touch it, it just kind of feels like shampoo. I start to roll off the bed into the slime, which rather than being dangerous just seems kind of fun...At another point, I’m trying to go from a basement area up into another part of the house. There is some kind of fabric over the door, so that I can see on the other side but I don’t know if the people on the other side can see me. Also, someone has placed large rocks on the door, as though to block my entrance. It seems like I was going up the steps, but now am trying to turn around and go up steps again to leave and the rocks are in my way. Something about people in a room off to the right...Another scene, in a room that looks like it might have clothing racks in it? Fragments (1) ...Someone is playing with the intestines of a dead person. Someone's aunt, perhaps? Then they start examining the body more like a cadaver for medical school. It seems a bit gross to me... (2) ...I go into a restroom. There is a plastic bag with what looks like gold in it on the wall of one of the stalls. On closer inspection, it turns out to be solid oxygen. I dissolve the oxygen, and there is something about it being in my blankets so that if I breathe in I get a breath of fresh air... (3) ...Something about Myst ages... (4)...There is a battle going on. This seems to be a planet with a lot of lava on it. Someone goes running down a sort of tunnel...
6.3.2023 Church Adventures (Lucid) There is a play going on at my old high school. One of the scenes, I recall, involves someone passing gas. But the kid playing this part missed it, so they decide to somehow slip the scene in later. I’m behind the stage as this is going on, but I start to make my way around to the front. Out front though, I’m kind of awkward, not sure where to stand and not wanting to block people’s view... ...Later I’m in a hallway. There are books – different colors for different age groups. Yellow and green, I recall. At least one of them is a mystery book. My brother comes along, and some girls come along and start talking with him. Then they hug him and lean on him, in a way that seems flirtatious to me. My brother is married, and this bothers me, until one of the girls leans back and snuggles against me. Meanwhile, my mother is standing a few feet away reading one of the colored books... ...(same dream?) At my brother’s church. My mother and I are sitting outside of the sanctuary. The earlier service ends, and it appears that either the second service or Sunday school is starting in the sanctuary. My mother doesn’t want to go into the sanctuary, saying that she thinks “it isn’t important”, or something. Her explanation for this is that the music uses guitars, and to her (in the dream, not waking life) this makes it less important. I sit with her a few moments, and then decide that I’m going to go into the sanctuary. When I go in, I find that the service is not taking place, and possibly there is no Sunday school either. I ask someone when the second service is going to be (or maybe Sunday school) and they tell me it starts somewhere around 1:00pm. That’s quite a while from now... ...In the dream, my brother is the pastor of this congregation, and he is now closing up the building. I jokingly quote Ebenezer Scrooge from one of the movie versions of a Christmas Carol: “you keep close watch on the closing hour”. He replies with quoting the same movie. I seem to get a bit muddled in what I’m supposed to say, but eventually I say “don’t work overtime, you might make something of yourself”. We leave the building, me still pretending we are in A Christmas Carol movie. My brother walks home, and I follow pretending that I’m the children singing “Father Christmas” from the 1970s musical version. Some kids actually show up at this point... ...In the church building. My mother and I are in a room somewhere, and she points out to me a nice looking dish that is sitting on a table. The dish has a flower design on the surface, and is textured so that you can feel it as you run your fingers along it. My mother explains to me that it is a “Dream Flower”. That prompts me to do a reality check, and I find that I can breathe while my nose is pinched shut. It takes me a couple of moments to fully aknowledge that I’m dreaming though, because this seemed so real up to this point. I wasn’t actually expecting it to be a dream when I did the RC. But I eventually become lucid. I remember the competition, and that I have completed the first of my 3-step task. The next one is “super speed”. I’m not exactly sure how to accomplish this. At first I try flying, but am having difficulty with this. I also try running, but the rooms don’t seem to be large enough to build up enough speed. I go outside, but it’s cold out there and for some reason that makes me not want to go very fast. I go back inside to try indoors again, but the dream fades... I was either awake now, or it was a false awakening. Anyway, I tried to hang on here, waiting for the dream to reform. I suspect that it did, and that’s why some of these scenes seem out of order in my memory, but I’m not sure. I don’t think I came back lucid though. I also remember the following scene: ...Some guys are sitting around a room (in the church, I think). They are talking about an old truck. One guy seems to be very emotional about this truck, and finally gets up and runs to the bathroom. I wonder if he has gone to cry or to throw up, or what. He comes back in a couple of moments with toilet paper or a tissue... Dancing Corgis We are sitting somewhere, with a view of the street. I look over and see what appears to be a couple of squirrels. As I look, it turns out that they are Corgis. The Corgis are jumping and dancing, in what seems to be a coordinated way. We go over to look at them, and sure enough they are in a group and doing a coordinated dance. There is a man leading them, dressed like someone from a circus. He is using some kind of GPS technology to help coordinate the dogs, kind of like the fancy marching band patterns you see. Except that these dogs are doing really fancy things, making 3D shapes and such. Now they’re in a small auditorium, and I walk down from the back a little bit. I mostly see people now, sitting on chairs and playing musical instruments (including kazoos). I back away from one guy, thinking I’m making him nervous, and go back to the back of the auditorium. The Corgis come back out, coming up the center aisle. One Corgi decides that it wants to be my friend, and starts following me... My Brother’s Girlfriend In this dream, my brother isn’t married. But he has a girlfriend. She looks like one of my friends from the University. She also seems to get really nervous whenever people talk to her, to the point where she starts shaking. There is also something about a girl I went to school with a couple of years ago. She was married at the time, but in this dream she is single. At some point I go into a bathroom to relieve myself. Also to change clothes, I guess. Or maybe I’m having trouble pulling my pants up? Anyway, I decide I should shut the bathroom door, and find that the latch that holds it shut is broken. I think my nephew comes into the house at this point. Fragments: (1) My Uncle is talking about a state park lodge – something about them being crooks? There is at least one other person, or maybe even a band, involved. (2) Someone has decided to give up drinking alcohol, or soda pop, or something. He is now sitting with Albert Einstein, who is cleaning the inside of a glass full of rusty looking water with a brush. This is “mineral water”. He gives it to the guy, who also seems to be me now, saying that he wonders if it is too strong. Me/the guy takes a sip, and it’s so awful that I/he can hardly swallow it. Letting a lot of it just kind of dribble out of my/his mouth, I/he try to smile and pretend that I/he like it.
6.2.2023 Conference Lucid, and some progress with the blackout I don’t know if all of the following was the same dream, but it seems to make sense to arrange it as such and in the following order: There is a girl that someone wants to meet again. He walks through a train, looking for her. He finds her on the last car of a train. A piano player is there too. The last car seems to be where poor people sit. He looks at the girl, sitting in the corner. She kind of smiles and shakes her head at him (or something). He’s not sure what she means by this... Somewhere – in a hotel maybe. There is a conference going on that I’m supposed to be at. I calculate in my mind what time I need to leave to be there on time, and decide that I would need to leave by 10:00. I look at the clock to see how long I have, and it looks like it is just about 10:00 now. I rush out, I think to catch a train... ...I’m a bit fuzzy about whether the conference starts in an hour at 11:00 or in a couple of hours. I could walk back to the conference center, but there is also a train that I could take. I discuss the merits of each with someone (my mother?). This has to do with dining, it seems. There is a restaurant along the way if I walk. Mom and I in store dream here? I decide to take the train. I arrive at the conference center, several hours early it turns out. I wonder to myself what I’m going to do for the next couple of hours. I go into a restroom. It’s fairly nice, but it’s one of those dream restrooms where there isn’t much privacy. No doors on stalls, etc. Also, there are one or two women in there. I chuckle to myself over this, because it’s like one of my dream restrooms. Then I decide to do a reality check, and become lucid. I think the dream starts to fade... ...At some point I seem to be in this conference center (I think, though I’m not sure). I go walking down a walkway, where girls seem to be hanging out. It’s a nice place to meet girls, but I don’t think I’m really there to do that. I turn around and head back the way I came. There is a set of double doors to my left that have the name of some superhero on them (Spider Man, Iron Man, The Hulk, or someone)... ...Still at the conference center, not lucid. Walking around, I notice how unfamiliar and almost “dream-like” things seem. I decide to do a nose pinch RC, and find that I can still breathe. Becoming convinced that this is a dream, I inhale deeply with my nose still pinched. I can see a lady from my church nearby. I become lucid. For some reason, I start reciting poetry – Eldorado, by Edgar Allen Poe. This might be a means of stabilizing the dream, or maybe just something I find to be fun at the moment. I might get up onto a table and pace around while talking. The dream begins to fade, but I have been starting to suspect that this tendency to “wake up” soon after becoming lucid might be false awakenings caused by expecting to wake up, so I hang on. The imagery comes back! I think about the competition, and try to remember what I’m supposed to do. Flying was one thing, so I try to levitate. It’s a bit difficult, but I manage to float up a few feet. I get stuck at the ceiling, having trouble breaking through. I float around a bit before losing the dream, or else I don’t remember what happened after this. ...Coming back from somewhere. The conference above? I’m sitting in a vehicle, and I see what appears to be the guy driving now standing outside the car talking to someone else. As he’s talking, he starts singing a song (I think it’s the song “Tell me Why”). There are two homeless people standing there, and they sing along. We continue on our drive, and talk about how talented those people were and how the talent should be appreciated. Then we try to drive up a steep set of wooden stairs. They’re a bit rickety. We get stuck, and need to get out to push. I need to put on my shoes first though. I get out, and sit in the car and/or lean against the car to put them on. Someone gets out from the front seat, and has to put on his shoes as well. Girl Moves In, and the Toaster Oven Cooking something in a toaster oven. It’s a rolled up thing of some kind. There are two toaster ovens to choose from – a high powered one and a lower powered on. I decide to use the lower powered one. One of the girls from the apartment next to me has moved into my apartment, and I think since someone else is living in the apartment I should put the smoke detector back on the wall where it was (I had put it in a drawer in the bathroom, because it kept going off when I was cooking). I bring smoke detector back out, but then I see that the thing in the toaster oven is putting off smoke. I think I end up putting the smoke detector on the couch and cover it with a sheet, hoping it won’t go off...Someone shows up and talks about mowing that needs to be done “in Germany”. I offer to do it, and they agree. “Germany” seems to just be a neighborhood in town. "Pruners" and the Snakes People from the Cru campus ministry. R- is one of them. I had put up signs a while back (in the dream) advertising that I was interested in a ministry called “Plums”, or “Prunes”, or something like that. R- is interested in this, and it turns out that – unbeknownst to me – “Prunes” had to do with acting (I’m not an actor). She is excited to think that I am a “Pruner”, or “Plumer” or some title related to the word. We go up some stairs, I think. There is a snake involved in some way...This might flow into the following:...Some people are in a shooting game, or movie perhaps. They might be soldiers. The are in a dry, dusty place, going around a large hill on a road. They notice something moving a little ways off, and it turns out that there are very large snakes threatening them in some way. They shoot at the snakes... Singing Game My Mom and brother are talking and playing a game. I feel like my brother isn’t paying attention when I talk, and just talks over me. This annoys me, but I also feel that it would be wrong of me to just keep on talking and try to drown him out (this occasionally happens in dreams, and I get angry, but this time I make the conscious effort to show Christ-like humility). I also feel left out of the game. I join in the game anyway – it involves picking up tiles along with singing - I sing “It’s a Grand Old Flag”, or something, picking up tiles with pictures of flags and such as I come to the words in the song. One of the words has to do with the word “heart” (maybe it was the “emblem of the land I love” part) and I look for a heart tile. This is a little challenging, and I keep seeing red shapes that sort of look like hearts but might not be.
I am in some bathroom, sweeping its floor. There are a ton of yellow pollen. There is a mat on the floor and some are getting swept under it, causing a bigger problem. I don’t know how I’m going to get rid of all of this.
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