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I snuck into the office of my old job and checked their computers, to my surprise, they never updated their files and there was literally an entire folder with my name on it containing my projects from when I worked there that they were still using. I manage to sneak out unseen and notice a mysterious boy with sunglasses following me around, I briefly leave my room and come back to see that the mysterious boy now is trying to deconstruct the monitors from my home office.

I ask who he is but he doesn't respond, I angrily grab him by his neck and legs and swing him around but he doesn't budge. He must've been a corporate spy from my old job or something.

I woke up drowsy.

Can't recall what language this dream was in.

All locations were just bright white rooms, like some sort of labyrinth.

I saw that little girl in the blue dress again. She keep's getting closer each time I see her.


The Dream
It was night time, I was standing on a loading dock outside. I looked down, there I saw a quarter. I picked it up then saw another out of the corner of my eye. I walked over to pick up the other quarter, and I saw another one. This went on for a good 2-3 minuets. At this point I was at the edge of the loading dock, looking between 2 semi truck trailers. I heard a noise, the sound of fabric flapping in the wind. I got off the loading dock, then proceeded to slowly walk between the 2 trailers. When I turned the corner there she was. Just standing there almost in arms reach. Never moving never saying a word, dress fluttering in the wind. I slowly backed up and came back the way I went. Upon reaching the loading dock again I awoke.

If I keep seeing her I may eventually give her a name but for now she shall be known as the little girl in blue.

I was walking down the street holding hands with my girlfriend (YW). It was on a street of the city where I work that is more or less the gate into the bad neighborhood and in waking life I feel anxious on that street. It was night time and the street was pretty deserted. We needed to get to my car. Ahead there were two homeless people; a couple. As me and my girlfriend approached them, we lost control of ourselves and walked between them. The man then fell over onto me. He was offended and thought that I had fell onto him. He then became enraged and attacked me but I fought him off and beat him. His partner was trying to take care of him as me and YW scurried away. We walked through some other settings, but all the while had an anxiety that the two were looking for me because we both lived in the same city and frequented the same area.

Later I was at the home of a girl I used to date (CL). It was a college neighborhood type place. She was kind of coming and going from the scene. I think she was flirting with guys and it also emerged that she had some kind of girlfriend. I wanted to tell her the story of the homeless guy. I began to tell her when some people from the zen meditation group came. I stopped the story while they were there because it seemed wrong that I would do something like that if I'm a Buddhist. When they left, I continued my story. She is also a Buddhist but somehow she understood and was somewhat admiring of me.

I am in this old Western style town that has narrow dirt streets and wooden plank buildings. I am wearing a white dress and carrying a grey coat in my arms. The streets are filled with rough looking men, some of whom heckle me as I walk past. I do not see any children or women other than myself.

I come to a part of the street that opens up to a small lake. On the other side there is a man hitting baseballs in the direction of the street I am on. One of the baseballs hits my wrist and several men on the street laugh at me. As I am reeling from the stinging in my wrist another baseball suddenly hits me in the head and I fall down. I pretend I am unconscious to see if anyone will help me. My eyes are closed but I can hear footsteps approtching.

A heavy leather jacket is placed over me like a blanket and my grey jacker is put under my head like a pillow. I can sense several people around me, but all are silent and there is no conversation between them. Slowly I open my eyes to see who came to my aid. There are several men I do not recognize and one I do. The one who is farmiliar is my dream character Walter, who often only appears when I am my dream character Chun-li. I think it is strange that he is here, because I am not Chun-Li and he has never appeared before when I am any other character. Walter senses my thoughts and telepathically I can hear him say "Welcome back."

At first I think he is welcoming me back to consciousness but I figured he actually meant "Welcome back to the world of dreams" because I have not remembered any dreams for months, and also because he is not a character that shows a lot of emotion and he seemed really happy to see me again.

Walter picks me up and carries me to an area outside of town that has a medical ward of some kind. On the inside of the building it looks like a modern hospital but on the outside it has a complicated security system with checkpoints that you might find at an airport, prision or even military base. I still see no other women besides myself. After Walter checks me in he says that he has to do something and leaves. I beg him to stay because I feel safe when he is around but he insists that this thing is really important and disappears out the door. I do not see him again in this dream.

Not long after he leaves I explore the hospital a bit but when that gets boring I head outside and try to navigate the maze like security/check point system. I am held up at one gate and questioned intensely bye two guards but they eventually let me go. After that however, I notice to different men following me around, keeping just enough distance from me so as not to raise suspicion, though I can see them no matter where I go.

The sun begins to set and I want to get back to the hospital room but I find that I am lost and don't know which security gates I have to go through. The men following me are getting closer and closer and I fear they are going to tackle me or something. My last thoughts in this dream, before I wake up, is wondering where Walter is and why he left me all alone.

Vesterguard's Dream

non-lucid - Notes - lucid

26-09-11Again planned on doing a wbtb, but this is just not the technique for me unless it happens naturally, which it does quite a lot. My recall has taken a dip, like a massive dip. I only remember forgetting more dreams than actually recalling them.

My intentions were same as before, decide what to do once I am awake during the wbtb. I only managed to think of Chichén Itzá firmly a couple of times. Anyways here goes.

“Mountain temple, in my honour”

The dreams starts out in birds eye perspective and I am looking at the mountains. In the midst of all the dark grey cliff tops covered in snow there is this temple to me, it looks a lot like La Sagrada Famila and there is a small city below.

I was a warlord or deity/demigod. I had constructed a temple high in the mountains. Some of the walls leading up to the main temple building from the city below looked a bit like the artwork of the original front entrance of La Sagrada Familia. The walls kept growing longer and longer throughout the dream.

Below the temple there was a city that I had constructed and continued to develop through the course of the dream. The houses were mainly constructed out of brick walls though it looked crude and pelleted and less like actual masonry.

I am walking through the city trying to find a spot where I can build more homes. The way this works is by me finding a piece of wall and trying to put down a house where I want it to be constructed. I am walking under this bridge, I think I have a brief moment where I think to myself that it is completely illogical that the bridge is where it is. The bridge means that there are only a few selected places where I can put down the housing. The invisible plan I am dragging around for the house lights up in blue when I find a suitable area.

I can only put two or three rows of housing under the bridge and I abandon the idea and start walking out in the city again. I then look up and realise that I haven't utilised the upper floors of most of the buildings I have already placed. This will be a great way to achieve more space for my followers. I don't think I actually need more, but more space might lure more, which might have some sort of benefit.

As I am standing contemplating the difficulty of what I am about to endeavour into, Guilermo of weeds walk up to me with a Glock in his hands. He is out to get me, though I can't exactly remember why so, but I know he has a fairly good reason. I look around and see that it will be difficult for me to run.

A stranger shrouded in darkness comes up and somehow wrestle the gun from Guilermo, think in retrospect he might have used telekinesis because it happened from a far. The stranger proclaims that there is only one shot left in the gun and it is useless or something. Guilermo pulls the trigger into his own finger and one shot is fired but doesn't cause him harm or even pain it would seem.

I flee back to my flat (apparently forgetting that the temple is for me). And soon thereafter Michael L comes knocking on my door. He has basically assumed the role of Guilermo and is out to get me now. I think I manage to beat him up a bit and wrestle the gun from him.

I go to bed and wake up shortly after to the sound of Michael and another bloke in the room. We take a trip down strange lane as Michael explains that he has found a neutral party to rationalise why he has a right to kill me. This guy Michael explains is called Jesper and he knows both of us.

I explain that I don't know him, and then Michael explains a bit more about him. It turns out that Jesper is a good friend of Michael's family and that he has once been in their house with my dad when they were working as builders. So I object to this allegedly “neutral” party and start beating up Michael again. I end up punching the wall pretending it to be Michael's head, which seems to work as I am gradually getting closer to the wall with each successive punch. In the end I have bashed his head into oblivion with my knuckles and I am making holes in the wall.

I then start talking to Jesper trying to justify my actions, and maybe keep him around a bit so he doesn't go running straight to the cops. Jesper tries to explain that Michael was just disappointed in me. I say “Why did he always bring a gun when he came seeing me then!?” Jesper replies with suspicion in his voice. “It was a Glock” I say. “Shit” Jesper replies. I think he just figured out where his Glock had gone.

Skip

I am talking to Jesper that I bought this car in a second hand shop and that it was quite a good deal. Still in the room as the violence went down. The car came with a purse a rather large red handbag and I am a bit embarrassed about this. I do hope the keys are in there as I am rummaging through the bag. I pick out a bundle of keys and notice that not only are there keys to the car, but also a hell of a lot of other things. I remember one key in particular being fairly wide and blue/green. I was excited in finding out what these keys were for.

Wake up.

Notes: That stranger surrounded in darkness could well have been another dreamer. I had no idea why he was there or what he intended. I always seem to have a vague idea what DCs are plotting, though this guy/girl was a complete blank.

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Friday morning, 13 October 1972.

The Pink Snake that Tried to Follow Me Home

Dream # 2,125-04.

While dreaming, I have dream state awareness, but I do not change the ongoing implication that is only mildly annoying. I occasionally feel vague abdominal cramps through the veil of sleep, aware of my status but without pain.

A small, skinny Pepto Bismol pink snake follows me through the empty halls of my middle school but is always a few feet behind me. I do not attempt to run from it. I perceive it as friendly but annoying. I do not think about whether it is venomous or not.

I look back and see it atop a row of lockers. It almost seems to be grinning, more with friendly curiosity, not a threat. It sometimes hides.

At one point, I wonder if it might be a relative, perhaps an uncle visiting from Wisconsin whom I have not met, or even my grandfather. Its essence is more like part of a cartoon in contrast to being realistic.

I continue to walk north, going home to Cubitis from Arcadia. (I never walked this route in real life as it was too far.) I walk through abstract and undefined spaces (some with indoor-outdoor ambiguity, others merely abstract), though still focused on returning home (even though I am already home and in bed sleeping).

As I think less about the snake and more about walking home, I realize it is probably not following me anymore. I decide to teleport home, which brings about wakefulness as I teleport.

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I have had many dreams where my dream self perceives deliberately waking up as teleporting. This error in thinking (in ambiguous metacognitive or liminal states that most dream writers pretend do not exist) is no different than protoconsciousness referring to a dream as a “movie.” It is flawed dynamic imagination and natural virtual amnesia (incomplete pathways from not being conscious). There is no reason to be stupid about it.

The snake in this dream is Pepto Bismol pink. (I drank a lot of Pepto Bismol when I was a child and did not find out until recently that children under 12 should not drink it.)

Pink is rarely a color that noticeably occurs in my dreams but is more often Pepto Bismol pink - which I always have the dream state awareness of as being so and sometimes become annoyed at how the color is “interfering” with my dream’s narrative, though all pink is not exclusively so. I usually do not put “meaning” into specific colors unless I understand what they “represent” while in the dream state.

Snakes (with no “convenient” singular “meaning”) sometimes appear in my dreams when I have abdominal cramps with indigestion. (This causality was more common in childhood.) This factor is not “interpretation” (which I know is an asinine fallacy) but the realization of underlying dream content influence, not opinion or pretending, as so many do. One association I have always had is a snake’s similarity to the human intestine because of its size and shape. There are many dreams more specific under this influence. (An additional factor relates to a boa constrictor squeezing a person’s abdomen.) Ultimately, snakes appear in dreaming experiences for many reasons in the realms of imagination, but the connection to the human intestine remains predominant for me (other than the vivid but generic waking alert/RAS dream outcomes).

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