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    1. Tuesday, December 29

      by , 01-12-2021 at 06:50 AM
      I am with Dad and Makayla, trying to find a hotel room. I think the number includes 2,6, and 4? It seems we are walking through a hotel building, but it also looks like a large house, with the entrance to each room looking like a doorway. At times it seems weíre in a different hotel, or maybe itís just that the theme has changed. Watching the room numbers as we go, we come up to where ours should be but is not. We comment how this makes no sense. Now weíre in a portion that looks more like a typical hotel, and I think Makayla spots our room. The door is open and reveals a room I didnít really expect. It is very small for a hotel room, and three beds of varying sizes are taking up just about all of the floor space. There is a ledge on the wall with a row of thin-curtained windows. They seem to be lightly illuminated from behind the curtains. The beds are topped with very thick and bohemian-patterned comforters that help give the space a comfy feel (it also reminds me of the Enchanted Forest in Placerville). I see a door that must be to the bathroom and wonder if it is nice. Iím also initially worried about getting good sleep with the beds being so close together. We all settle onto a bed, and I say something like ĎI would love to do mushrooms here.í Dad looks disappointed/irritated, but Makayla seems to agree.
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    2. Saturday, December 5

      by , 01-12-2021 at 06:47 AM
      Iím going to be flying to London? At the last minute they switch my flight from one that stops somewhere to one that goes straight to London. Iím not sure Iím thrilled about this. Iím now on the plane which is about to take off. Iím in the bathroom which is a line of a few stalls. I think Iím in one of the end ones, and I can tell there are people in the others (with a momentary birds eye point of view?). Just as soon as it feels weíve taken off, the plane stalls and bumps around turbulently. The turbulence worsens until we are completely upside down. Somehow none of us in these stalls fall from our position and even more incredibly the water in the toilet doesnít even move. For a moment Iím seeing the faces of everyone in their seats; they seem to be fairly unaffected and even laughing it off.
      Tags: bathroom, plane
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    3. bad recall again

      by , 01-11-2021 at 11:17 PM (MoSh's DJ: The Best Dream Journal in The Universe.)
      Washroom

      Waled into a wal mart with a mcdonald's and tried to use the restroom. I was led to a long corridoor where all the storage is. I went into an area that was supposed to be a washroom. A girl I know from work A was there She wasn't doing anything and I kept asking her to leave. She wouldn't leave and had some strange excuse. I kept erguing with her to get her to leave but i woke up.

      Jamie

      Another flash of a dream fragment where we were.. You know. She was on top.

      Flower

      The dream was too long and complicated to remember. I just remember being outside with a girl at night time. I seemed to know her. Part of the game we were in involved a giant flower which sprung way up. Kind of like the size of plants you see in "honey I shrunk the kids." I began climbing the stalk of the flower. I was really hard to climb and i felt tired all the time. I eventually reached very close to the top and decided it was enough and then slid down it like it was a fireman's pole.
    4. cci. Future rave/bar, Vulgar friends

      by , 12-26-2020 at 01:38 PM
      22nd December 2020

      Woken abruptly and also got up late; last bits of recall are overlapping.

      Fragmented:

      I see or am at some sort of small rave party thing. Part of trying to find someone, not sure who or why. There was a nervous woman with me/the protagonist. She had doubts about what we were doing.

      The rooms are lush and beautiful, out of a mix of Warcraft, Farscape, Star Trek and maybe Valerian. I recall a bed covered by a blue quilt, the bed's frame is painted gold and looks like the paint itself gives it texture. Cobalt and gold colours in general here? There are fancy uplighters, diamond shape shades?

      A woman is laying on this bed, but sort of sitting up (as one might when reading a book) and it looked like she was getting wise to what's going on, whatever that is, but the dream implies it to be somewhat insidious somehow. I/the protagonist was taller than the companion. (as I recall this, intuition tells me that this dream is pulling on the lack of fun/personal time of the recent weeks)

      There was a second earlier rave place, a bit bigger and in the same style of decoration and architecture, but more bar-like and open-plan.

      Earlier, something about JC or another part where a special keyboard has built-in controls for a specific program or game. I had to cut into it like insulation or foam but using my fingers, because something was wrong with this keyboard.

      Even earlier or in-between. Something about a group of friends. I interact with them. There was a girl a bit younger than me; she kept wanting my attention but also initially she didn't like me at all or rejected me in some sense. In the dream I was of a somewhat overly stiff attitude; I remember reading or being told by this group about some personal things and self-pleasuring was mentioned, I felt unusually uneasy about this. My dream self was more like a character than usual.

      This girl eventually became my friend, but she was quite vulgar.

      Fragmented:

      A vivid and real-like dream where I had showered or something. My armpit muscles seemed unusual and H is naked. Something about deodorant? We were in our bathroom. The details were accurate.

      Fragment:

      Drawing an alien drone but the head shape was very modified compared to the original design.
    5. Wednesday, November 4

      by , 12-17-2020 at 06:43 AM
      Iím in a restaurant with Brittney and probably Melissa. It seems like Olive Garden or some other Italian. It is fairly full but doesnít seem crowded. There are three porta-potties against the wall inside, with more people than I expect visiting them. I see two people fight over what was first to one of them. We are sitting next to them, so I wait until itís cleared out and get up to use one. Now Iím back at the table and talking about growing my hair out. Itís already down around my shoulders, but I want it very long. Brittney seems fond of the idea, and I think Iím really going to.
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    6. Sunday, August 2

      by , 10-27-2020 at 04:29 AM
      I think I am at work. Zoe is also here, and I think we are in a large Sani Hut. I think I entered it and then it somehow grew in size to more like that of a large room. It may or may not retain some characteristics of the Sani Hut. It also seems tall, possibly with a mezzanine-esque secondary level. I notice a computer monitor playing security footage. The footage is of me, somewhat zoomed in and following me, in real time. Zoe is currently controlling it. I donít know if sheís aware that I can see it or cares if she does know. I think I have done something wrong?
      Tags: bathroom, camera, work
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    7. A Leaden Lucid Fragment

      by , 09-15-2020 at 12:19 AM
      Sunday, 9-13-20, Core 2

      After a couple of long, regular dream fragments I found myself in the upstairs bathroom, sitting on the toilet. It was night and I was spacing out a bit, staring at the fan grate in the wall (which was on the wrong wall though I didn't notice at the time.) For a few brief moments, the grate I was looking at blurred and faded, and in fact everything in my visual field seemed to "glitch" and become less solid. I stared hard at the grate to try and unblur my vision, and it seemingly popped back into existence, becoming even more sharply defined than before. This whole experience was very similar to common waking life experiences where one might defocus one's vision when tired or consciously refocus on an object in order to sharpen one's vision on it. However, I found the extreme degree to which this happened here unnerving as it seemed as though the reality around me was liable to disappear altogether without constant attention to it. This is very likely a dream. I thought. My mind threw up the requisite resistance in the background due to the realistic, mundane nature of my experience up to this point. No, this could be a dream. I insisted mentally. I thought backwards, remembering the previous two dream fragments as if they were part of my day, then thought back further to remember myself getting into bed for core 2. There had been something a little strange about everything after that point, when I thought about it. I haven't woken up since then, I realized, I am dreaming!

      I decided to test gravity by seeing if I could think myself into floating, as I habitually do upon first becoming lucid. However, this time I felt heavily weighted down, as if my body were made of lead. Everything was vague and I knew I needed to stabilize the dream. I went to raise my hand in front of my face so I could stare at it to bring more clarity, but I couldn't raise it a single inch. I was genuinely surprised. Why do I feel so heavy? I asked myself, If it's just my expectation I should be able to change it with a thought... I tried this and failed. I then noticed that I could seemingly sense my waking life body where it lay. I could even feel where one of my feet was hanging off the end of the bed. The sensations mapped to the position I remembered falling asleep in. REM atonia? I wondered. Am I closer to a waking state than in previous lucids, but still deeply enough asleep for the atonia to be present? Is my brain translating my bodily sensations into this dream experience of extreme heaviness?

      I looked around again and realized the dream had faded more. Brute forcing things wasn't working. While I didn't feel close to waking up in terms of sensation (the level to which I could sense my body wasn't changing), I was reluctant to sit in a blurry dream scene for an extended period of time. If this is due to atonia, maybe I can work with that. I'll let images come and go they might in a WILD, observe them and wait for them to stabilize to a more solid dream. After a few moments, the fully blurred out scene randomly gave way to a vision of water, waves, the surface of an ocean.
      Before the scene could fully form, however, my consciousness lapsed. I know I dreamt some more before waking, though I don't remember the content.

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    8. Monday, July 13

      by , 08-20-2020 at 05:56 AM
      Iím at what I think is work. The area looks like a large garage or warehouse or combination of the two. Itís somewhat dim, though there are two large doors open. Iím sitting in a chair and trying to hide an erection by raising my right leg and resting its ankle on the other legís knee and holding a pair of pajama pants as casually as I can over it. I think it may be out of my underwear at one point. Now, Beth (from JCP) walks in and starts talking to me, I think about her car. She looks slightly different than I remember. Now Iím in what must be the store. There are fairly tall and crowded bookcases. There is a corner that I think no one ever goes into, so I head over there to change or touch myself? I then remember and worry about the fact that there is a mirror over this section. Before I can do anything, someone calls my name, and I come over to him. We are now outside of this warehouse. There is a smaller building at the end of this concrete lot; I go over to it because I think it has a bathroom. Iím bringing the flannel pajama pants so I can change. Before I get to the door, someone stops me again. Iím glad he does: I look through the gap between the door and door frame and see a man with a gun. He is muscular, with short hair and beard. He grips the silver pistol with both hands, it poised and ready. I have the feeling heís looking for someone else, but still I donít want to be in his way. I also see into the bathroom. It is mostly barren concrete with what looks like a pit toilet. The base of the toilet looks slightly filthy. This open door is motley blocking this little corridor and Iím glad at the little protection it affords. This guy seems to be going back and forth with another armed man on the other side of this small, square building. Me and this other guy by me do so for a while too, not wanting to get caught in the middle. I now take an opportunity and dash away from the building. The two men come out from the corridor spaces into the open and begin firing at each other. The bullets travel slow enough for me to track them but fast enough that I imagine theyíd still cause harm. Each misses the other a few times. They are conversing during this; the first mentions how he was already shot and died? There is a sense that I did not have to run away from my spot and that it actually wouldíve been better had I not. I feel ashamed at my cowardice.
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    9. 7/24/20 - 7/25/20

      by , 07-26-2020 at 06:30 AM
      I donít remember much from the last two nights. A fragment or two, and one near lucid:

      Buying Food (fragment)

      ÖI am in a cafeteria-type place buying food. I think it might be chicken. I put a piece of something on my plateÖ

      Rikerís Lucid Dream

      I am in a bathroom. I try to turn on a light, but it wonít turn on. I try another light or two, but they donít turn on either. Then I remember that I sometimes dream that Iím trying to turn lights on, but they wonít turn on. I do a nose pinch RC, and find that I can breathe. However, I somehow get the impression that this is Rikerís lucid dream (Riker from Star Trek TNG). Not mine, apparently?

      I donít know if I was lucid but not thinking clearly, or if I wasnít lucid. I donít know exactly what it meant that it was Rikerís dream. That I was a DC in the dream? Or that I was actually Riker dreaming that I was someone else? Either scenario would be interesting.

      Updated 07-26-2020 at 06:34 AM by 97618

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    10. Saturday, June 27

      by , 06-30-2020 at 05:59 AM
      I am walking outside somewhere, I think with Dad and one other around my age. The landscape is of a desert, but not really the Nevada desert (maybe more like Arizona). We come upon the start of a small creek, literally the spot where it is coming up through the ground. It then increases in size until within only a few yards itís become turgid. In the places where the water is still, I notice how it is a bright, opaque turquoise. It is very striking on the brown and sparse green. We follow this river until it leads to an opening in a slight hillside. The opening then becomes a natural tunnel, maybe 20 feet across and 20 feet high. The river has carved its spot along the bottom and we walk a few feet higher than it, along a path set into the left hand side. As I walk, I push some of the soil down on the right side of the path, as it feels unsturdy. We now begin to think that thisíll lead to Mexico, which makes us think this is a drug smuggling tunnel, which causes us to turn around and leave with some vigor and fear, lest we get caught here.




      I am in the bathroom of some public place (or maybe a private place, but where others would be using this bathroom). The room is plain and white. Lifting the toilet lid, I see someone hasnít flushed. I do so and am revolted when the feces refuses to move, let alone flush. The single piece is impossibly large, probably almost a foot long and a few inches high. I am again revolted when I remember that itís mine. I prod it with an object but it will not break apart.




      I am outside with some unfamiliar boy about my age or younger. I think that he looks Asian, but he tells me heís an exchange student from Ethiopia. The landscape is desert and weíre outside of an empty looking storefront that seems to be the only thing around. He makes a comment about the heat, either that itís a lot more or less than Ethiopia.
      *I think this mightíve been before the first dream/he was the other person in it.
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    11. Friday, June 26

      by , 06-28-2020 at 05:20 AM
      I am inside somewhere. I am in some area that is either a hallway or a long bathroom. There is a stall with quite a large gap between the floor and the wall. My coworker and I are taking the toilet out and installing one that has some hidden mirror. This coworker (unfamiliar) sits on it while I stand outside of the stall to see how it looks. The toilet just seems like itís highly reflective stainless steel. I can clearly see his pale thighs but not much else. I go in and reposition it to where I think itíll offer a better view. I think our office must be right outside this stall. Now someone, he almost seems like a schoolís principal, has caught us. We are made to put it all back (we moved a few other things), and all I can feel is shame. I then begin to think that he didnít actually know our motive but just thought that we were messing around, which offers me a bit of relief. Now Iím in some room, by some filing cabinets?, with this coworker, noticing his short, red hair. He is friendly and talkative and starts talking about Scott. I contribute to the conversation and add that Scott was a great boss. Now Iím working and/or browsing in a plain white, dim room. There are some black milk crates of music on various media. I find a copy of the Tool album Salival on a VHS that is still in the shrink wrap. I then find that the bottom is open but that you can slide it back in if youíre careful. I think that this is rare and that I have to get it since itís only a few dollars. I think I donít have anywhere to play it but that itís probably a collectible or a good return on investment if I were to sell it. I find a few cassettes? and then walk up to the counter to check out with Julia. The counter seems to stand alone outside in this pretty barren landscape. She looks at the items and says I can just take them because she overcharged me last time. Excited at this, I say thanks and walk off. I get the sense that Iíll be walking home.
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    12. Wednesday, June 3

      by , 06-11-2020 at 05:12 AM
      I am outside of some house, I think with Makayla. This house seems somewhat large and removed from everything else. Weíre on the bank of a small, slow flowing river that reflects the sky and surrounding foliage. We notice what looks like the top of the head of a crocodile slowly drifting from one side to the other. I think Makayla wants to call someone about it. Now, we see that it is just the head, like itís a fossil or something. I look at the reflections and think about coming out here to swim during sunrise. I go inside now - I think Iím staying here for some period of time. I go into a bathroom that seems to be one of the first rooms in here. I sit on the toilet - the only thing in here - and notice that the room is bigger than most bedrooms. The floor seems to be a light blue linoleum, and it stretches horizontally in relation to the toilet. There are three doors, to my left and right and behind me; all are open. I notice Melissa through the left one. She is sitting and slowly drops her bra strap to show me her boob. She then crawls over, naked, and I think tells me sexual things. I am naked too.
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    13. Tuesday, May 26

      by , 06-03-2020 at 05:08 AM
      I am outside and walking through a neighborhood with a few others. It seems like weíre doing something for a school assignment. Weíre looking for a certain house and come up on one that I think is right because it looks familiar. The house is white with a light blue trim. Itís slightly downhill from the street and is placed horizontally on the lot. The garage is open, revealing all of the stuff inside that looks familiar. The number is something like 150105. I look on the map on my phone, and it shows us about halfway down this street. Looking to the left, I see that the street starts to incline somewhat significantly, telling them I donít remember going uphill. I tell them I can also search Canvas to see if itís the right one. I do so and donít think I find anything. We end up deciding that itís the right house. We go inside, and itís kind of empty and dim. The others take an open riser staircase to the second floor. I stay back and then walk back to the front door. The owner has arrived - itís David from Discology and his son. Theyíre walking up and I meet them at the glass sliding door. I donít think much is said, and I guess he doesnít find it weird that Iím in his house. I say something about the others, and I think he goes to look for them, using a flashlight. I think it is somewhat intense.




      Iím at work and going on a break. I need to use the bathroom, and we have to use Sani Huts. they are scattered all around this parking lot, and I head for a line of them up against a fence. There is a handicapped one, which I take because it is larger, because it is not busy out here, and because there are more in case someone needs it. I am relieved when I step in and find it clean and without much of a scent. I use some toilet paper to put the seat down. I think I am just sitting on top of the seat now, and I notice a window in here. Through it, I see a bed, upon which sit several people. I notice two girls, a couple, what look very similar if not almost the same. They are reclined, tan, and naked from the waist up. Currently, each has her arms above her head, which gently lifts her breasts and perky nipples. They begin taking off each otherís underwear and kissing, so I take out my phone and start taking a video on Snapchat. I canít believe I can see this from here and no one can see in. I briefly contemplate its potential. I end up in another Sani Hut now, and it has the same kind of window. This one seems to be at the end of a dirt road or parking lot. To the left is an old station wagon with an open back. There are one or two women and some kids (maybe on a sports team?) approaching it - it must be theirs. One of the women, Asian?, is wearing a Grateful Dead shirt Iíve never seen before. Itís black and is tasteful; it also looks like it could be homemade. I think itís cool that sheís into them, I think because itís a change from the typical white male. They all start getting into the back of the car, which has blankets and I think string lights. They start playing music and smoking weed out of a lightbulb. One guy, Asian, takes a quick but large hit. I know that I donít smoke, but they seem to be having a great time, which is fine by me. Now, Iím walking out to the Sani Huts again. It is raining fairly hard, which I barely feel. Iím walking over the rocks in a median and notice it pooling up here as well as along the sides of the road.
    14. Friday, May 8

      by , 05-11-2020 at 11:56 PM
      I am at Melissaís house (though this house looks nothing like it). Iím in a larger, open living room that I think is mostly barren except for a short, wooden shelf with a larger TV on it. I think itís off right now. The place seems somewhat dirty and doesnít have the feeling of a home. In here is her mom, someone unfamiliar, and a guy that looks like Ryan. He has those same drug-addled features, and I instantly dislike him. I think the other is the same, and, sadly, there is something a little off about her mom too. They all seem to be arguing about something dumb, and I sense that itís going to lead to a fight. Her mom starts talking to me for a while, but Iím eventually able to sneak away. I end up in a small kitchen with two counters, one at a diagonal to the other. Each has a sink, and I recognize the one facing the TV as the one her mom likes to use. Iím washing my hands in the other, notice Iíve left a small pool on the tan tile, and leave it there. I figure I can go this way to sneak off to Melissaís room, and head that way. Suddenly, an old lady in a thin, pink bathrobe bursts out of a bathroom and rushes past me without a word. It startles me. Now Iíve made it to Melissaís room (different) and notice that itís kind of messy. Sheís sitting at a desk in the corner, wearing what is either pajamas or lingerie, a matching blue set. They look like satin and lace. We start talking and I think Iím sitting or something, as she comes over, puts a leg up and pulls the bottom to the side, and I start licking her. Iíve barely started when a noise just outside the door causes her to jump back and straighten herself up at the desk again. I sit up normally, but am laughing as Brooke comes in. I donít worry about it, as I couldíve been laughing at a joke for all she knows. There is a mirror across from me, and looking in it I move a portion of my hair along the part.




      Michelle is driving me and Melissa somewhere, and she is driving terribly. She starts driving the wrong way and only us telling her causes her to realize it. The cars that were coming slow and stop for her as she reverses. Having not reversed far enough, she hits the landscaped divider and then decides to drive right over it. She makes it to the other side, but we are still going the wrong way. We eventually end up going the right way, as I notice an old fashioned sheriff car turn right in front of us. I think Ďoh godí or something similar and hope for the best.




      I am sitting in my car that is backed into the driveway. I know it is 6 am; it is light out but the sun is not up yet. The mountains glow yellow, pink, and blue. I had woken up, started listening to an early Pink Floyd show, and then came out here. I notice a larger family on the street in front of me. There are about three or four kids of different ages. All are wearing shorts and tee shirts and look happy and ready to go. They also look like theyíre deciding which way to go, pointing and looking back and forth. The next thing I know, theyíre walking up the lawn towards our house. I am on edge for a second, but then think theyíre probably just going into the communal area. Iím now back inside and see my things on the bed where I left them. I think itís my laptop and a dream journal. This room seems square and somewhat empty. I think about finishing the show, but Melissa is awake. Surprised, I ask if she feels awake, and she enthusiastically says yes.




      Iím in a parking lot with some others. It seems dim to dark out. We are secretly going to put a sticker or two on Feliciaís car (a white car or truck?). The sticker is three words, I think, including Ďfuckí or Ďfuckingí.
    15. Friday, May 1

      by , 05-08-2020 at 05:22 AM
      I am on a walk. I notice someone coming up behind me so I step side to let them pass. I then notice an old couple coming up quickly and wait for them too. I overhear the man tell the woman that itís time to start their cardio. I think thatís great for them, given their age. I notice how thin his legs are and how thin she is. They pass me on a footbridge thatís probably 30 feet or so long, winding, with some snow left on it. Getting behind them, I say ďmind if I try to keep up with you guys? It might be good for meĒ as theyíre starting to jog. I donít think they mind even though Iím not sure they say anything and I keep following even though I know itís weird what I just did. We do end up talking about different hiking areas. The man mentions somewhere in Orange County, as if itís close, and then a spot that actually is nearby. He points when he talks, but I focus more on the woman (maybe because she is closer?). He says Ďhelloí to get my attention and then looks irritated when I look up after itís already too late. They are both nice and kind of blunt. Weíre on a straightaway of an old dirt road among some pines. To my left there is a small field. In the field there is what looks like the trunk of a Baobab tree. It is topped with flags of different countries? that are currently swelling in the breeze. It seems abandoned or otherwise has some creepy element about it. I take a picture to send to Melissa, thinking of Midsommar. For a second I think I probably shouldnít be this close to this couple with the virus going around. Looking at her, I think it would probably kill her if she got it. They donít seem to be concerned though. We are now near the top of a hill and Iím not sure Iíve been this far. There is a good view of the city behind us (very similar to the actual view) and there is another hill to the left that I think I have walked down before.




      I think Iím in a school or classroom. I have to go to the bathroom and I see that the Ďbathroomí is two stalls right next to what looks like a teacherís desk. The one further from the desk looks slightly larger than the other. The whole setup is awkward. I go different times, each time a different scenario of people at the desk and in the stalls or not. I think at one point HR Rosy is at the desk. I line the toilet seat with the thin toilet paper, conscious of everyone being able to hear what Iím doing in here.
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