April 11th, 2024 Fragment 1 On Myst island, doing something near the big tree. It involves turning on water in order to get the plan to work completely, and I try to remember how to turn on water. I think maybe you access the controls by pulling a lever in the clock, or maybe by flipping the marker switches. Planets. In space. Space ship, maybe? Something about gravitation pulls, I think. Fragment 2 A bunch of cheese. It’s of the consistency of a cheddar cheese ball, but seems to be a kind of moldy cheese. Fragment 3 Something about dating. Fragment 4 Something about Dr. Who. Fragment 5 Playing Lurkers.io (?) April 12th, 2024 Fragment 1 In an Everglades-type place. Someone says that they have seen a huge snake. Upon closer inspection, it turns out to be a giant earthworm. I look at it and say “lumbricus terrestris! It’s a giant earthworm”. There is some kind of discussion about it. Then it goes crawling along and goes underground. Dream 1: Dieselpunk Stuff Some people living in a post-apocalyptic sort of world. It might have something to do with the End Times. I think it starts out with me in jail. A guard, or someone, is hitting another prisoner with something. I intervene, and suggest that the guard hit me instead. I think I’m in better shape than the other prisoner. Then I think there is something about wondering why we don’t stand up to the guard (who also seems to be a military officer and we are in the military). It seems like he could get in trouble for this kind of behavior. I might have a false awakening or something, or maybe I do wake up and then go back to sleep. Anyway, I find myself “coming home” very late at night, and someone is making a big deal about it. Some kind of family patriarch is bound to come along and get after me. Then there are some military officers and/or elite-type people wanting to cross a street. Someone else is driving along in a car, and the elites are in the crosswalk. I think the driver is reluctant to stop for them, and there is a sort of standoff. It seems as though this sort of thing has been going on, and other types of rebellion perhaps, and as a result the elites are abandoning the area. Someone is showing a map with the areas that are now in their control. “They’re mostly wastelands,” he says. Then there is something about a sort of canal nearby, with a diesel punk kind of vessel going down it. The vessel is made of what looks like 4 smaller boats, connected by some sort of platform. People are doing something on it – harvesting something from the canal, maybe? I discuss with someone else how neat it would be to work on the vessel, if for no other reason than to sit there and enjoy the ambience during my lunch break. The vessel is going down the canal, seemingly pulled along by some belt/cables. There are small, narrow bridges crossing the canal. These are so low and close to the deck of the vessel that I barely even have to stand up to jump over them when we go under them. I just kind of raise myself up a little and the bridge slides between me and the deck. We get to the end of the cables, and I hop off. The cables are connected to some other machinery, and drive elevators I think. I go into a large building, sort of like an early 1900s city building. Then the vessel is about to depart to head back to where I came from, and I go to get on it again. There is something about someone being excited about it – they are either acting like a child or actually are a child. Fragment 2 At a small community where my mother lives. There is a small lake here. We are discussing whether or not there would be deck hands on the lake. I think that if there are any commercial vessels on the lake, there are probably deck hands. Fragment 3 Writing in my dream journal. Nap in the afternoon from around 4:00 to around 8:00. Fragment 4 Somewhere, talking with a friend online. There is a sort of large canyon, and a fort built on the edge. Someone there is called a “General” or “Major”, or something. He is a dwarf, or something... Fragment 5 ...Something about ground covered in frosting. There are worms in the frosting. They kind of look like gummy worms.
April 2nd, 2024 Dream 1: Granny and Gators My grandmother and I are in a kayak, paddling along a sort of a creek/flooded road. There are alligators in the creek, and one of them swims to our kayak, and sort of crawls over it and/or swims under it in such a way as to push us off course a little bit. We keep paddling and try to correct course, and by now our paddle is actually another alligator. We reach the end of the narrow channel, and are in a wider flooded street-type area. It seems that I am checking out a potential job in this area, and think about what it might be like to paddle to work in alligator-infested water every day. Dream 2: Driving I need to drive somewhere. The road in front of my driveway is blocked with construction, but they have left open lanes where you can drive. I make my way out of the construction area, and find a place to park. When I get out of my vehicle, I find that the construction has been on the nearby presidential memorial. The workers have either moved the body of the president, or done something with his grave. I have parked awkwardly close to it, and I’m a bit worried at first that I might have parked on top of it... ...Going down some roads, and past a store. It is place I seem to remember (possibly visited it in a previous dream). Looking in the windows, I see a lot of candy. Apparently, this is how it used to be. This store is kind of under another building, near an intersection with another road where you make a right turn to go wherever I was going. Dream 3 (?): Party Time (Possibly an extension of the dream above, but I’m not sure). There is a party going on. I’m in a room with a couple of other people, and we apparently stay up all night goofing off. There seems to have been alcohol involved too, because I think I might be slightly intoxicated by the next morning. My mother and my brother (?) are in another room, and earlier in the morning I gather up some things and make my way out there wondering if I will appear obviously inebriated. I have been awake all night except for a few times that I went to sleep during the party, but my mother and brother have at least been able to get some sleep. There is another party going on. This takes place in a large exhibition hall sort of place, in which there is a kind of expo going on. In the middle of the building is a row of parties, rated for different ages starting at PG, going onto PG-13, and possibly higher. There are some kids going to the PG party, and someone says something about how their parents told them they could go to this one but not one with a more “adult” rating. At the PG party, they have a long tub in the center in which people are pouring some kind of candy dust, like what’s in pixie straws or those candy dipping spoon things. Then someone comes along with a lot more candy, and fills a bowl next to this tub. Then my brother in law shows up, which causes some people to groan for some reason. He is carrying a bunch of things – toys, and maybe more candy. The event is going to begin. I’m walking around with one of my colleagues, and it turns out that the graduate students were supposed to be assigned to specific locations around the room. I don’t remember having been assigned anything, and we have a discussion about some guy who was supposed to send me an email. I walk around the room about two more times looking to see if my name is at any of the stations, but eventually give up. I think I try to go find somewhere to sit. Fragment In waking life, a recent graduate left a note on a white board. In my dream, it was erased.
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Fragment 1: Sinking Boat Something about a small boat – maybe a toy boat – that breaks through some ice and sinks into some water. I think I try to retrieve it. Fragment 2: Hillside and TV Walking up and down a hill. Something about television. Lilly Munster is there, on TV maybe. Also “my mom”, who doesn’t look like my Mom. Dream 1: Lab and Bathroom (Lucid) In the lab. Dr. B— (I think) and I talk about my progress. He wants us to cover our faces with masks, or at least with some kind of material. I go to “my room”, or maybe my office, to try to find a t-shirt I can use. There is something about finding Easter eggs, and looking inside of them but putting them back for the kids or something. Then there is some glassware (beakers and test tubes, etc.) that I want to break. Getting back to the lab, I accidentally swallow what was in one of the test tubes. People are running tests, and I feel like I am falling behind. I go into a bathroom. It is very large, and extends for quite a distance. I wonder if the other end is the women’s section. This reminds me of a recurring dream. I try counting my fingers, and have trouble. I try again a time or two, and maybe do a nose pinch RC, eventually realizing that this must be a dream. I levitate up into a corner next to a window, and then come back down. My lucidity is either a little low here, or I lose it and start dreaming that I’m lucid without really being lucid. Anyway, it seems to me that I still think I need to get back to the lab. But I want to try flying back. There is something about not wanting to try it and failing while some people are watching... Somewhere there was something else about a small bathroom, and wanting to use it while making the people around (some sort of office suite or something) think that I’m one of them. It is very small, and the door doesn’t close all the way.
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Winter Competition Night 4 Finally a full dream! Fragment: I am living in some cheap area and know some weird fashion folk. I have a boyfriend and live in a small dark apartment. I talk to a friend about a manga and say slice of life seems to be fashionable lately - there are loads floating around with similar art style. Then I am on a canal boat with my family. We're going along the canal and the boat is rocking a lot. The water is rough. I see a great blue wave splash up and hit the front window (which narrowboats don't have) with a lot of force. The boat rocks and all the passengers gasp and scream. Boat is a bit red and green on the inside. The water rises up again as we go under a bridge. There seem to be quite a lot of low bridges rather too close together. We reach our destination and get off the boat onto the towpath. The canal seems much wider here and its layout makes less sense. It's more than twice as wide and on the far side only there are more bridges cutting off that area of the water - as if it is splitting into pipes. I see a man moving quickly through the water with only his head above the surface, grinning widely. This makes perfect sense to me. We are here to go kayaking - except that in this dream it's a bit different. The kayak along with most of the body (and the paddle) sinks under the surface of the water and you can paddle around at high speed with only your head and neck above the surface. We get onto the water and I immediately set off, paddling fast and hurtling around in a spiral across the canal. I don't notice a thing until I open my eyes and see I am about to crash into the brick wall of one of the further tunnels, but I manage to pull myself back with my paddles and rush straight into the tunnel instead. Looking back I can see the instructor laughing at me. The way I'm steering the kayak doesn't feel realistic, looking back - I've kayaked before but this feels more like steering in a video game than paddling in real life As I turn back and come out of the tunnel, I come almost face to face with a blonde seemingly middle-aged woman. Evidently I can see a bit more of her - seems her body above the waist is out of the water since she's wearing a lanyard and plastic name tag. It says "My name is Bridget B[can't remember]." "I talk like this:" Underneath that line is her name rewritten with an odd alphabet composed of smiley faces. They are squashed and warped in different directions to correspond to letters of the alphabet. I remember examining this a bit more closely, comparing these to the English letters of her name - I decided it made sense. She might be an instructor too. I look back at her and see her name label shows even more information now, about her life. I'll paraphrase what I can remember: "When I was...,..." I can barely remember any of the first column. Something about her mental state and how she ended up writing with smiley faces when she was younger. The second column says: "Now, I'm 63. I spent time at X hospital and got much better. Now I teach kayaking here and blah blah." There was also a third column but I don't remember a thing about it. But I do remember reading this whole label and I remember how it looked: perfect English and the lines were spaced evenly. That wouldn't have helped me become lucid... Hand-drawn artwork: I did a drawing but right now the drawing is at home and I'm not... And I want to publish this before it gets too late. I'll add the drawing later. For now please give me the benefit of the doubt and let me claim the points. Excellent RCs 2pt NLD 1 pt WBTB (failed) 2pt Hand-drawn artwork 2pt Night 4 total: 7 pt Competition total: 15 pt Went to bed 9:56 PM Attempt START 10:18 PM - FAILED Bridget, by the way, did not look 63
I visited a house of purgatory early in the night. It was a building the size of a city, containing a railroad that connected its halls. The halls were made of stone and lined with open arced passageways each leading into separate rooms. Inside many of the rooms were portals leading to different places in the universe. Other rooms contained souls in suspension waiting to be born (or going somewhere else). The ceiling was supported by over 20 ft high pillars and embellished with with gold and green paint, but I couldn't see the ceiling well because my light didn't reach that far. There were no lights in the building. it was designed for visitors who didn't need external lighting. The place almost felt empty, but I saw a few others wandering around. Normally when I travel to any given location, there's a lot of people who aren't aware that dreamers exist. They don't know what I am and they assume that everything they see is mundane. Not here. Everyone was aware. There were a lot of travelers like me, some of them had destinations, and others (like me) were just exploring the ancient building. There were no entrances or exits to this building and not a single window or door. There was a kiosk by the railroad where a seemingly empty shuttle would stop every so often. There was nobody manning the kiosk, but I took the stack of forms that was left out for me and filled them out. I was applying for the ability to pause my life and visit this place. I din't know whether that's was any different from what I was currently doing (lucid dreaming), but applied anyway because I figured time might not be linear (abilities I've had in the past could result from the application I'd fill out in the future). I manifested a dream character who accompanied me for a while as I explored further and met people. I didn't speak directly to others (aside from my dream character), but we were able to communicate through shared consciousness. It was well understood amongst the visitors that separation is illusory, and this was the place where we separated ourselves. I eventually saw everything I wanted to see and left through one of the portals, going to one of my favorite places (a beach!). I stole a cute little sailboat and pulled the boat into a private cove that I claimed as my own.
The REM rebound is real The Stylin' Spider Boss I'm in a Zelda boss arena that reminds me of the Wizzrobe battle in Stone Tower Temple from Majora's Mask. The boss is a large spider-like creature, and the solution is to shoot it in the eye. It drops arrows periodically, in case the player runs out. Later I'm in another Zelda boss arena. This time it is like Stallord's from Twilight Princess, but with a forest theme. The boss is a spider-like creature, with long spindly legs. It might be the same one from before. My girlfriend S has painted the legs purple and put converse shoes on the legs. Zoro from One Piece is resting against the locked boss door, watching the battle. He's saying something to Usopp, also from One Piece. Fragment It's night-time on a modern-military boat. Jiraiya from Naruto is leaning over the railing on the front of the deck. Some conversation has just happened, had to do with passing responsibility on to the next generation. Basement Fort I'm in a large basement, fully completed. A young boy is using it as his room. It reminds me of Grandma P's current basement. The boy has built a fort out of blankets, sheets, and chairs. He reminds me of S's cousin J. There is a set of locks in the sheets, where the keys would open the door. There are 5 or 6 of them. My sister's boyfriend N and my Dad are there. They are hanging out on a large sitting area, with half-circles of leather couches facing a TV. This section of the basement looks like the one from the home I grew up in. My brother A has just returned from travel. He is carrying a lot of luggage and seems overbeared. But he is handling it. Fun commentary here...my brother has a young boy due any day now. I don't really believe in premonition, but maybe this dream is saying that he will be OK? Fragment I'm at a wedding ceremony. Anju and Kafe from Majora's Mask are getting married. They are thanking me for helping them with jobs around town that got them to this point. There is another person at the wedding who is trying to have me arrested for meddling. The Arcade on Top of the Hill I'm in a big hilly place. There is an arcade-hotel at the top of a large hill. I'm now at the arcade. Lots of lights and sounds. I run into Arin Hanson from Game Grumps. I tell him I'm a big fan and he decides to hang out with me. We walk around the arcade a bit and then leave through a back-door. We're outside, back in the hilly area. There is a concrete floor, with a hole and a ladder leading down. He says we have to go down there. I tell him I can't because of my knee. The hole shrinks, such that a person could just barely fit. I try to squeeze through, but I can't. I think that maybe using some oil would work. I remember there is a train I need to catch. I really am recovering from knee surgery, so I was aware enough to reflect that here. Fragment I can recall a fleeting image of a sky palace area, where paradoxically, the hole from the previous dream would lead.
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6.5.2023 My Mother came to visit today. I slept late, and she woke me up. As a result, I didn’t put a lot of effort into dream journaling this morning. I don’t know how these things fit together, but I feel like this first part might have been all one dream: Missing Out... Sinking Boat... Where’s my Hat? Where’s my Coat? ...I had been taking a nap, but when I woke up I found that a bunch of people had gathered together for something. I walk over and it seems that they are having a theological discussion, but I’m not sure. Then I go back to my room, but realize I might be missing something fun. I go back, but people are leaving now. There had been a lot of kids in this room, watching a movie. Next to the room was what seemed to be a large rock overhand, with a large fire burning beneath it. I hear from someone that Kira Nerys (from Star Trek DS9) and Seven of Nine (from Voyager) had been there. I think to myself that I will never sleep during the day again, for fear of missing something great like this... ...Someone getting off an airplane talking about how they were on the same flight as Taylor Swift... ...Some guy comes along (I’m in the front yard of what might be my grandparents’ old house, or a house I used to live in, or a mashup of the two). This guy is looking for a drink, and find a garden hose. He asks if he can drink out of it, but I’m hesitant because the water comes from the well and I don’t know if the well is contaminated. He drinks from it anyway. It seems to be night now, or at least getting dark. The man goes inside, and decides to take a shower in our basement shower. I find him the shower curtain. He also has trouble finding how to turn on the hot water, and I help him with that... ...Someone has taken my hat, and maybe my coat too, and has not returned it. I go looking for it. I go into my cousin’s room in a hotel/conference center that we seem to be staying at. We are all packing up to leave, but I don’t want to leave without my hat...At some point I think I’m crawling over a second floor railing and maybe dangling down to a counter (like a hotel check-in counter below)...At another point I go into someone’s apartment in their house (also one of my Professors’ houses, I think this guy is his son). We just barge on in. There is a bed to the left, and a fireplace to the right. Also a set of drawers, I think. It might be a nice place, but the house is a little run down... ...Now at a family vacation spot by the lake. There is a boat that is supposed to be coming in, and someone is supposed to meet them at the shore. There is a place called “dock street”, or something, where the boat is coming in. The boat comes in, and there is something on it that we want to chase away by stirring up a swarm of insects that are on the front of the boat. Somehow, the boat escapes and slips out into the water. Then it goes underwater. There were people on the boat too, and I fear that they have drowned. I go through this thing where I feel responsible for killing people, and then realizing it was probably just a dream (without becoming lucid) and then forgetting it was a dream and feeling bad again... ...I go into a store, and want to buy a present (for my Grandfather?). There are some kind of green balls being sold. I think I had bought some, but I lost them. I decide to buy a few more, and they want to charge me something like $50 for 5 of them. I ask if they will take $40. They make a sound as though agreeing, but they aren’t really. At first I’m a bit worried that they will give me less for less money... ...A hotel room. Something had happened and they are just now cleaning up. The hotel room is reopened, but just has a TV sitting on the floor and looks like they just restored the minimum of furnishing... Fragment: (1) Someone has a package of frozen waffles with a lot of ice on them. I think I start knocking off the ice.
Was listening to my grandpa tell a story about how he purchased a boat to escape enemy forces during wartime and helped a bunch of other people escape, then built his house out of the lumber from that boat. The whole thing seemed pretty out there and I thought to myself "Am I really going to believe that any of this is even remotely feasible when I wake up." But I kept listening and made a mental note to remember it, nodding my head until he was done. Blood started coming out of his mouth and he lulled his head onto the table when he finished the story. So I was like "Alright. Later, GP." and exited the dream. I was still asleep with all my senses shut off but was thinking about the dream to make sure I'd remember it. Then I heard the noise machine in my bedroom and played around with the volume, making it sound louder or quieter, just because I've been practicing lately. Eventually woke myself up and immediately realized how dumb that story was.
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP At some party with lots of people from many places. It's fancy but also in some desolate location in some ruins. I get tired and get out of there, to realize we're in an island. I ask someone what time is it and they say 2 am. I say that's not possible. They reply is the jet lag, that's why I am not sleepy. But that is not my issue, my issue is that outside it looks early morning, with sunlight. I encounter some familiar faces and they ask me if I am joining them leaving this place. I agree, because I know nobody else and don't know where I am. So they walk me to a dock and then some small row boats come and get us. Then we're taking a trip by bus once on land again. Still not recognizing the place as the night falls. Then I recognize the sillouette of Las Vegas in the dark, despite all the city lights being turned off. I just recognize some of the iconic shapes in the dark, like the Sphinx and the Eiffel Tower replicas. When it is day again we stop at a large mall so we can eat or buy anything and stretch our legs. For some reason I encounter my father, who apparently was looking for me and traced me back here. His behavior immediately throws me off as he starts asking questions and making innuendos that I don't even understand. I ignore him for a while and I evade his questions, but allow him to follow me around as I look at the shops for fun. I am wearing a long skirt and a corset and he touches the strings on the back of my corset, asking what happens if he pulls the strings off. I am starting to feel really uncomfortable and tell him to stop. Then I look at beautifful dresses and he asks something like who I am going to wear them for. I say I don't even know what he is talking about. Then we pass by a section of lingerie, to which I don't even look at, but he starts asking if I like this item and that item, all very girly pieces with fruits stamped and not exactly for my age as if he is signaling he wants me to be his little girl again. I tell him he is sick and disgusting and I have had enough. He plays dumb. But I tell him I know his mind, I know he is sexually attracted to me and jealous that I grew up and might get a boyfriend (I say I still haven't had one, but if I did that was none of his business). He looks embarassed and doesn't deny it. I call him all the names I ever wanted to call him and move on, through a pastry shop and then a jewel shop. He still follows me and then tells me to wait while he goes check on the bus we have to take home. I do sit in a bench thinking about what to do next, but I have no intention to join him. Billie Eilish is playing on speakers and I start singing along, and so do other teens around who smile at me. Some even start doing a coreography and I am really impressed. Then some guy I know vaguely from school also sits on the bench and he is the one recognizing me first and asks me about what I am doing here. He offers me a ride with his friends that are coming. I accept but still I feel bad for leaving my dad alone, worrying he might get lost looking for me, despite all. [Note: My dad was a bit of creep all my life and I do have reasons to feel some disgust and anger towards him, but some of the dreams I have been having are a bit too much, because I don't recall him actually abusing me or saying stuff like he says in my dreams. This is disturbing stuff.)
12.10.2022 Fragments from earlier in the night: (1) Laying on a bed in one room. But when the sun starts to come up it is too bright in there to sleep, so I move to another room. Sitting on the bed in this room, I can see through the blinds and out the window. I think about how I could see from laying down if I were to put my pillow at the other end of the bed, but then I think it might be OK to take a break from [the war?] and lay down at the end I feel more comfortable with. As I sit looking out the window, there is a message from [the enemy?]? Something involving explosives that look like fireworks or shooting stars in the sky. (2) Tunnels? Or corridors of some kind? Some creature that attacks people (or their characters – this might be a bit video game-ish) and pulls them into another tunnel. If this happens you can break free by going to another area. There are tentacles reaching out from one place that can catch you if you get too close. Dr. Who might be around somewhere...Going down a hallway and into a room. There is an ointment you can apply and clean yourself with if you have been involved in some sort of sin (idolatry?). There is a guy in the room next to me using it, and I try to see if I can get some of it myself...video game thing, using a bottle of perfume to win over a female character. Woke up around 7:45, went back to sleep around 9:30. Journaling with my eyes closed (lucid) I start typing in my dream journal, but my eyes are still closed. I type a line or two, having trouble (naturally). I can see what I’m typing even though my eyes are closed. Then I think that I might just be dreaming this. I do a nose pinch and can still breathe. I’m dreaming!! It is a bit unstable feeling, and I’m not sure at first if it is an actual dream or just HI/visualization. I reach for the light, which feels kind of solid. I stand up. My eyesight is pretty blurry, but at least I’m lucid. I worry that I might be too excited and lose the dream, so I try to stay calm. “This is a dream, stabilize”, I say once or twice. Thinking about the competition, I want to really be sure that this is an actual dream, so I get up and stagger across the room. The dream starts to fade, and I hold onto some imagery for a little bit before losing things. I tried to hold onto the dream, or else have a DEILD, which might have lead into the following non-lucid: Lying in bed. I can see a girl. Maybe a couple of girls. They ask me how I’m doing. “Pretty good!” I say triumphantly, “I just had a lucid dream! It wasn’t very long, but it was lucid. Now I’m feeling pretty good!” [Or close to that. I’m working on trying to remember the exact wording when there is talking in my dreams]. I really do feel pretty good. I am still feeling the ‘lucid euphoria’ that I seem to experience sometimes. I remark on how it seems like I’m looking at this girl through a tunnel in my blankets, or something. Little House on the Prairie, but on a boat A family, including at least one or two girls, are traveling south by boat. It is the Ingalls family, from Little House on the Prairie. But it’s kind of like we are watching this on TV. Also, the plot is a bit difficult to follow. They go south, but then go back north for some reason before going south again. When they go back north, two girls are playing in the river and come across a doll. This doll, apparently, had been tossed into the river earlier on by one of them (or maybe even someone else) earlier on in their journey. They are delighted to find that it has come with them this far. They pull it out from where it has come to rest and toss it back into the current of the river. Meanwhile, I and someone else are trying to figure out why the family is back in this location. I decide, since these are characters, I should ask them (here I seem to be associating them with dream characters, but without being lucid). They explain that they came back north for something. They also talk about how their brother had moved south. They originally lived in Illinois, and he moved down around Louisiana or Missouri, or some place in the deep south. They are moving down to be closer to him. I think that this is interesting, because a similar situation has occurred in my family – which is particularly interesting because now this Little House on the Prairie family are actually my ancestors. History seems to be repeating in our current generation. I explain the situation to this family, explaining that we originally lived in the Midwest, and my brother moved farther away. We didn’t want to leave, but in order to be near the family and the grandkids, it seemed like moving was the thing to do. Fragments that might have all been one dream Lying on a bed. Something about spooky things at night. It’s night. I want to go downstairs. There is something about how it would actually be less spooky to go down while it’s still night, for some reason. I start downstairs, but eventually decide to give it up and go back to bed. I come across my mother in another room. We talk a little bit, I think... ...Something about ghosts. People dying, but coming back to this room? Which I think makes sense in a humorous kind of way considering where those people are from. A woman lies down in the bed I was lying in. “Remind me not to lay on that side of the bed again,” I say. Then a girl comes along and lays on the other side of the bed. “Remind me not to use the sheets,” I say. Someone points out that the ghost women don’t use the sheets. I think that’s smart, since other ghosts have used them... ...Talking with my mother. Something about this same room and bed. There is a row of benches (like church pews) off to the right. When one looks at them with the light shining at the right angle, there are spots of light reflecting off each of them that look like eyes. It’s a creepy effect, and reminds me of something from the Backrooms... ...In a room (the same room as above?) Mickey Mouse is outside of the door dancing with a girl. I wonder if the girl is Annette Funicello... ...Watching a TV show about some people from my college going to Europe to do some work. Playing with toy cars... Christmas bits It’s Christmas. My brother and his wife are at the house. But I only bought one gift for the two of them, and I think maybe one for my mother. My brother’s kids aren’t there though, and I wonder if we will be giving them presents today. If so, I’ll need to go and buy some. There is some discussion about our plan, but in the end it seems that we will not be going to see the kids until the next day. Still, I go to my room and look around for something I can give to my sister-in-law as a gift. ...My brother gives me a gift. Glass with frosting and a joke/meme. Some things about Sherlock Holmes gifts, including an alarm clock where you have to solve a mystery for it to stop (might have been part of the above dream)... Cuban Conspiracy At my old job, there had been an experience where we went to Cuba (in the dream, I mean. This didn’t happen in waking life). While we were there, we got involved in some crime. We then lied to our boss/captain (by now it seems to be related to Star Trek). Some time later, this is found out. There is a scene in which someone is sitting at a desk going over some papers, and things don’t line up quite right. A few other people are around, and I’m saying something to the boss like “we’ll talk about that later. Really. We need to talk about this.” Apparently, this is something really serious. If for no other reason than that we lied about what we did. There is a scene in which Riker (from Star Trek) is lying to cover up what really happened by making up a story about himself committing some other serious crime. I reflect on what has happened and feel kind of guilty. Also I’m kind of scared about being found out. But I kind of justify things to myself by thinking that I was pretty new at the time and was just going along with what the more experienced employees were doing [we were smuggling something, it appears]. I try to think of what I might say if I were questioned about it, but I realize that I don’t quite remember the details of what happened. I try to defend myself by thinking about how, in some countries, there is so much corruption that people have to pay bribes to get things done. Maybe that’s what it was like here. How would I know otherwise? Maybe the system was corrupt. What if, for example, someone had been wanting to build something, but because of the broken system he wasn’t able to get nails? He might be waiting around unable to build until we showed up with smuggled nails. Fragments: (3)...My nephew looking for my violin. It’s in a room, but my mother seems to think I should hide it so that he doesn’t break it.. (4)...Something about drinking alcohol through long skinny tubes. My friends want to go out drinking. There is some kind of festival going on, it seems. Some people in fancy costumes dancing behind a bar. My friends want to pray before leaving... (5)...Something about my artist friend wanting to become more commercial. Mass producing things, but weird things like surgically altering people as a kind of extreme tattoo. I talk about how this is the sort of thing we might see on the Discovery channel someday – “The world’s most extreme tattoos”...
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP On a hot air baloon with my boyfriend and another friend (not the same as in RL, I don't really know them). It crashes in the sea and we're rescued by sailors. They treat me ok, until the captain lusts for me and says he wants to possess me. My boyfriend does nothing and says nothing and I start loathing him. His friend also stays quiet, they just want to get out alive. I end up at home somehow with no recollection of all that happened in between. At my old bedroom in my mom's house, trying to sleep. But the room is haunted! The furniture is moving to the middle of room, the drawers open by themselves. I go wake up my mom, she doesn't see anything, but she helps me put things in their place. Then she leaves and one of my dolls is possessed and starts making sounds. I gather my courage and confront the spirit and ask what they want. They say they want me. I dare them to appear. They do, they look androginous, sexy, remind me of Desire of the Endless, appearing both male and female. We have a long talk, they want me to sign a paper, I refuse. They say I'll be their sexual slave, wanting or not and they taunt me by describing what they'll do to me. I confess I start to feel a bit horny and decide to twist it and I seduce the demon instead. I expose my breasts and dare them to lick them. They do. I put aside my disgust when I see their long triangular shaped tongue and I get closer and kiss them. I caress their breasts too and then their dick, until I cause an erection and make them cum. I feel like I avoided the worst but then they say I'll be coming to live with them in some place underwater and show me it on a map. I say no. They laugh and say I have no choice as I am carrying their baby. I am confused. Then the captain who had rescued/kidnapped me before appears out of nowhere and they reveal he is an extension or avatar of the demon. They laugh and say they didn't need to impregnate me now because I am impregnated already. I say no way and I run to the bathroom. I know it is possible, I am trying to feel if I can feel it inside me growing. I want to abort, I also know they'll never allow it. I panic.
Boat on a Stormy Sea I’m at an event taking place in a large, white tent, with people sitting at long tables in rows. I can’t remember the earlier part of the dream any longer, but at some point, a man on some sort of machine, kind of like a large tractor/open tank, bursts in and starts threatening people while riding up and down the aisles. He doesn’t actually seem to be trying to hurt anyone – yet – but it’s clearly a dangerous situation, so I head off to prepare properly before taking care of it. I go some distance away to a much smaller tent, where my own things are, and start by tying my hair back since that thing has exposed moving parts on it, and I want to be able to get close to it without having my neck snapped. While I’m getting ready, I plan, although I don’t think this will be very complicated. I figure I’ll just jump on and start messing with levers. But I’ll want to take out his grapply thingies first so he can’t just move them back. When I’m done, I go back a different way, past some fairly large buildings. The area is reminiscent of a university campus, and life seems to be going on normally here. A woman holding a number of small cards approaches me, wanting me to draw one. I do, knowing that she’s trying to help in some way. The cards are made of cardboard and are of varying sizes, as if they’re from multiple decks. I draw one which turns out to have a picture showing a boat on a stormy sea.* There’s accompanying text – I’m aware of having to focus more than usual in order to not instantly forget it (although, unfortunately, I did forget it between then and awakening). I take this as a positive sign. It also somehow suggests to me that it might be a good idea to see if I can get some of the other people in the tent to help out regarding the grapply things. * Note: this is the symbol for chords with dominant function in the app I use to practice improvising, which is something I was doing the night before this dream. 13.5.22 Cemetery Campsite I seem to be camping in a cemetery. Another tent is staked a few plots down – a mother and a young boy, who's three-ish, are staying there. I wonder whether I should tell them they’re camped on one of the graves that’s supposed to be haunted. We eventually do meet up somehow, and I show them the way to a local bank at her request. She meets with a couple of her relatives there, including an older woman who reminds me of somebody I know, who is looking after the child (who I now know is called Eliot) while she does something there. Eliot suddenly runs out of the building, and the woman follows, chasing him. I think she may need some help though, and so I wait around the opposite corner of the building and catch Eliot as he rounds it. He immediately starts crying. Sometime after that – back at the campsite – the woman has given me a bone with some meat on it to cook over a small fire. However, as I hold it over the flame, I notice there’s hardly any meat there at all – just a couple little scraps. Upon awakening, I also remembered a piano ostinato playing – not as a background of the dream, but as if it had somehow been going through my mind at the same time, apart from it. I didn’t check the pitches soon enough after the dream to be able to put it in a definite key, but this is what it sounded like: -15.5.22 Lots of interesting dreams lately. I'm not going to copy them all here, but highlights include: -Preparing for a chess match against a guy who likes to send his bishop in for a sacrifice on the f-pawn early in the game. I find this annoying and intend to make sure, through my own choice of moves, that this is not going to be an appealing option for him. -Lots of hostels and hotels. -Attending a concert on a campus but leaving after my rowdy friends got kicked out since it’s not really worth being there without them. -A lucid dream mostly consisting of talking to people and exploring.
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP It's the 30s or 40s. I am staying at some very posh hotel. Maybe there is some conference, because I am at a kind of conference room with a bunch other people. They start behaving strangely. I don't pay attention at first, but then one of them turns to me and his eyes are weird and all grey. I step back, afraid of the way he is looking at me. Then all the others also get their eyes grey and start acting like zombies, following the first guy who is clearly their leader.. I run away and find out the hotel has been evacuated already, as more people turned into zombies in other areas and the survivors ran away. People are gathered outside, but they stop running and they don't even lock the doors to trap the zombies inside. I urge people to do so, but they don't seem worried and the truth is they aren't coming out and attacking. Then people start walking calmly to a nearby dock, where everyone is trying to get on boats to escape. I see all those people pushing each other to get on board and I realize something: we are still the majority. So I propose to those who care to listen that we actually go back and take down all the zombies before they outnumber us. But they ignore me. People just want to leave ASAP.
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP I know from a safe source that the world is ending soon and a friend has one seat available to take me on a ship that his leaving earth with a few selected people. She had a plus one that isn't joining her anymore and she can chose any one as a substitute. I agree to join and I make plans with my parents, who will take me to the departure place and all. But she comes suddenly one day very early and says we gotta go now, that there has been some change and they have to depart sooner. We are even leaving from a new location. I ask if I can go see my parents but there is no time for absolutely nothing, not even picking any stuff to take with me, we just run to the car as she talks on the phone with some other friend who is providing her the new instructions. Soon after, I manage to call my mom and explain the situation and she says she'll be at the location we are going to. It's possible, because it's closer to them than for me. We meet at the destination and it is a dock. We are going on a boat. I say goodbye, hug my mom and tell we'll do this and that when I return, and then it hits me that I won't ever see them again. Then I panic and cry and I don't want to go. On holiday at some island with lots of resorts amd some famous hipppie dwellings. I am kinda lost for a while in some street, but then find a grocery store and feel like getting some things from it. Then I recognize some other street on the back of the grocery and find my way to my hotel. I am sharing a room with another girl, we take turns using the shower. I shower after her and while I am getting dressed she goes check on something. Then she comes back to say that lunch is being served only until 3 o'clock. I ask the time now and it is 2 something. I thank her. Then I go lunch at the dining room. We are with a large group, all people in their 30s-40s, we don't know each other from before, not sure what's the connection between us. At some point some of us start feeling weird, our pupils start forming spikes, like affected by a vibration or magnetism and we sense something weird and undefined. Someone says "Guys, have you heard of that thing that could happen nearby and there would be a megatsunami? I think this is it. We are sensing it coming, we must run to higher ground!" and we immediately agree with him. Some of us grab some food from the table, others go to their rooms to pick up some stuff. My room is too far away, so I go with the ones that are closer by and pick up someone else's bag and essentials, like warm blankets, warm coats, utensils. Then we gather in the lobby and I find that they have been contacted by a foundation (maybe the one that brought us here in the first place?) and they were told to wait for them to pick us up. They are taking us to a safe place and we will be among the few humans left to repopulate Earth. I envision them dropping us up in the mountains somewhere, so I keep telling others to take as much useful things or we will starve and die of cold. But some of them are just waiting peacefully, because they are sure the foundation has everything prepared for us in some safe bunkers. Anyway, I go to the first aid office of the hotel, by the reception and I start grabbing pain killers, medicine for diarrhea, and anything else I deem useful. Meamwhile, some older lady joins us and she is smiling a lot. She explains that 24 years ago she knew that this would happen and to prove it, she hid a small paper with a message on the medicine cabinet I am looking at. Someone looks for it and it is indeed there. On her note, she mentions us and what would happen today and she claims she was meant to join us. We are fine with it. She has a little kid, a girl, and I play with her while we wait for the foundation. She has a doll car that opens up into a caravan. I tell her I had one very similar when I was a kid. Then I reminisce trying to remember what happened to it. On a road trip with Riverstone and three of our cats (Ginga, Buda and Yéti) on the back of a van. He knows all the gas stations and pensions where we can stop, from his former job travels. We stop at some gas station with a shop and I check the shop while he checks the gas. But then he also goes elsewhere and doesn't lock the van. It's all fine, until we're back on the road and I scroll through my instagram and see pics on some random dude account of my cats sleeping inside the van. I feel invaded but ok, he took the pics through the glass. But then he also shares a video in which he opened the back door and is calling for the cats. Two were sleeping under a blanket and hid, but Ginga stands up, looking at the person. I feel my blood boiling. The cats could have gotten out, get scared and get lost. I tell Riverstone what happened and we shout all kinds of insults to the person on the video. He wants to find the guy in person. I say that if any of the cats had disappeared, I would beat that person with a bat until they were a meat soup on the ground. But luckily none of that happened. Then I am totally pissed at Riverstone for having moved away from the van and not lock it. We keep going on our travel and we arrive at a mansion which is going to be a movie set of a film we are working on. We get a tour inside the mansion by Tyler Perry. I find funny that I recognize the house from another movie, but I keep it to myself. They've redecorated and put different furniture but it is clearly the same house. I go check the landscape outside and it's vyneards. Tyler Perry points out that the house is supplied with energy from a bunch of solar panels on the backyard.
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP In Brussels, penniless and in pijamas on the street for some reason. I take the subway without a ticket. I just need to travel a couple stations to one where there is a public restroom I can use, but I come across a ticket fiscal and I exit abruptly in the wrong station. I don't risk going back, so I decide to walk. Meet some folks at a park, one is my old school colleague Ana S. and she invites me to join them. Some guy is trying hypnosis on her, but she is not cooperating. Another person tells me she is highly anxious and this way she can't be healed. Apparently she has a problem with a horse that doesn't allow her to ride it and it is something with her that needs to be balanced so the horse will accept her. They offer me to come along with them on a boat ride down a river. They drop some dude at a university and I feel interested in joining him. I wonder if I can just drop by and look for work opportunities there. My friends provided me with some stuff and now I am carrying a trolley with a few items inside. At the university, walking down a hall, I spot a small department library which must be related to men's reproductive health, because the sides of the shelves are all shaped like penises and it is hilarious. I take a couple photos with a phone I now have and some idiots come by complaining that I am not respecting the privacy and right to image protection of the people inside the library. I explain that I am only photographing the dicks, yet they still bother me. I go away and pass by the cafeteria. I am so hungry and I need a coffee and I am glad they have very cheap prices, like coffee for 35 cts and nice cakes and a variety of weird sandwiches. They also sell something weird like a hot dog but the sausages are not served whole, they are cut in slices, dipped in different sauces and then spread on a weird bread. The sauce's flavors are awful, like mint, cranberries, strawberry and I just can't find one I would consider edible.
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