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    1. cclxxix. Taking an item and not paying but remembering it's a mistake

      by , 06-02-2021 at 02:28 PM
      2nd June 2021

      Fragment:

      In a supermarket. I'm with my family, including some of my cousins though I don't recall who's here immediately around me. I remember then we're leaving the store, heading to the exit after we'd paid for some stuff. Just near the exit, I grab a 2 litre bottle of Coke Zero and walk outside without paying for it. I soon realise what I've done and give the bottle to C, who still looks like a child as I remember her from years ago.

      I rush back into the store, past a security guard who hadn't even noticed what I'd done and I walk over at quick pace to a reception in order to explain what I'd done and to pay for the item.



      Notes:

      - In the dream I didn't think about it, but it was foolish to leave the bottle with my cousin instead of just bringing it back, paying for it and then leaving with the receipt. At least, that would have been the easy solution to the issue had it been in waking life.

      - It's odd that my cousin was so much younger, though I realise now that she actually hasn't looked very different over the years. Perhaps she has something like H's sister, and I never realised/knew.

      - This is one of a few recent dreams about supermarkets and so on.
    2. Let's See What's in My Backpack! (DILD)

      by , 01-30-2017 at 05:58 PM
      Ritual: Woke at dawn after about 4–5 hours sleep and complex but dimly remembered dreams. Considered taking galantamine but decided against it, as my motivation was not sufficiently high. I didn't want to completely give up, so I took a quarter teaspoon each of piracetam and bacopa. Woke at 8am with dream.

      DILD, "Let's See What's in My Backpack!": I was walking through some type of institutional corridor when an odd plaque on the wall caught my attention. It was a rectangle of flat grey stone like slate, about a foot long and a few inches high, with block capital letters incised, reading: "AWAKEN."

      Like what, into a dream? I thought wryly. For that to work, I'd have to be... oh wow... am I dreaming? No sooner had the suspicion arose than I immediately recognized it to be true. I immediately went into dream observation mode, taking the plaque into my hands and examining its details.

      Feeling grateful that the dream itself had given me a clue as to its nature, I was reminded of a similar incident that had happened just earlier tonight: this was the second time I had gotten lucid due to events in the dream. A DC had said "lucid" and that had triggered me. No wait, actually it was the third time... I remembered briefly getting lucid in an even earlier dream, but I was embarrassed when I realized how quickly I had lost that awareness.

      Of course, the fascinating thing about these memories is that I have no way of knowing if they are real. I'm more than half inclined to think that they are false memories, the kind of deja vu that is so common in the dream state. Then again, I still forget such a great portion of a full night's dreaming, even now, that the possibility remains that these incidents actually occurred. There's no way of knowing for sure, which is interesting in itself. It is the perfect epistemological quandary.

      Now aware that I was dreaming, I continued walking through the institutional corridor, and felt that I had been walking through similar corridors in my just-remembered lucid episodes earlier tonight. If the memories are not false, there is nothing surprising about the coincidence: for some reason bland institutional corridors seem to be my default dream space.

      I wandered aimlessly for a bit—I think I passed a cafeteria—until I realized that if I wanted to stay lucid this time I would need to perform some deliberate action. During my WBTB I had not felt motivated to attempt any DV tasks, so that is probably why none occurred to me now. As I continued walking and wondering what to do I noticed a familiar sensation, and realized that I was wearing my backpack. Since 2001 I have been using the same leather backpack, seemingly indesctructible, every day at school and on every journey I travel. I was amused that it was with me even here in a dream, and surprised by how distinctly I could feel the impression of weight on my back. Wondering what might be in it, I realized that this could be a fun spontaneous task.

      I passed from the corridor into a very large rectangular room with walls tiled in squares of light blue glazed ceramic. The room was completely empty, with no features or furniture or people. I walked to the very center and announced loudly, even though no one was in sight: "Okay, everybody! I'm going to play the game of 'Let's See What's in My Backpack!'" I unslung the backpack from my shoulders and held it upside down, dumping its contents into a pile on the floor.

      The first thing I pulled off the pile was a winter jacket, made of smooth synthetic cloth with a quilted core. The inside was a rich royal blue, and the outside was bright red with black highlights. It was very clean and new, and resembled no jacket I have ever owned, nor would be likely to purchase.

      The second thing I picked up was a clear plastic bag with a zip lock, one of the medium-sized ones that is deeper than it is wide. It was full of coins. I looked more closely at the coins and it was clear that they were all Thai, though they resembled no WL Thai currency. "I wonder if I just got back from Thailand," I mused—meaning within the context of the dream.

      The next thing I grabbed was a plastic bag of similar shape and size, and this one also contained flat pieces of metal, but instead of being round like coins, these were engraved rectangular strips. I decided that they must be some decorative pieces I had picked up in Thailand. This idea had evidently taken hold, because the next few items in the pile were cheap Thai souvenir gifts, like decorative little pouches and other small assorted knickknacks. I set these aside impatiently.

      Next was a book, evidently a journal, titled A Wonderful Compendium of Lessons of Life Learned. I regret now that I was not inspired to open and read it! I must have figured that if the lessons were already learned, I wouldn't get anything new out of it. It did not occur to me that my waking mind might be really interested in what my dreaming mind might think to put in such a book.

      After this I pulled four different water bottles off the pile, one after another. One was a hot water bottle like you use in bed. One was military style canteen that I thought I recognized as one I used to own. Another was a flat drinking flask, fairly large in size. I think the last one was just an ordinary plastic bottle of water. My impression was that I needed all four bottles because they each served a different purpose: hot water for warming, cold water for drinking, warm water for drinking, and flask for drinking. But I realized that it was terribly inefficient to carry four separate water bottles, and I wondered if I could consolidate them down to just two, so I would have less to carry around. I decided to worry about that later.

      The last thing I pulled from the pile was a very large duffel bag, the size of the one I use to carry my HEMA gear. In WL my bag is plain black canvas, but this one was (not inappropriately) emblazoned with the Tournament of the Phoenix logo. It occurred to me that given how much stuff had been in my backpack, perhaps I should be using this duffel bag to carry it instead—but I remembered what a pain it was to lug around a huge unwieldy duffel bag, and decided to stick with the backpack.

      At this point a huge crowd of people suddenly thronged the room, all seemingly in a hurry to go somewhere, and they were sidestepping me and my stuff with annoyed expressions like I was in their way. "Hey! I claimed this space first," I protested. One DC paused to look at my Tournament of the Phoenix duffel bag and asked another DC standing across from me something about martial arts training in the area, talking right over my head (I was still sitting on the floor with my stuff). "You'd think you'd be asking the person with the duffel bag," I muttered, slightly miffed. I noticed that whereas I had initially occupied the very center of the room and had not moved, now I was all the way over near a side wall, and yes, right in the path that everyone was trying to walk through.

      I had time enough to wonder if I should wake and write or dream on a little. I decided the latter—I usually do—but found myself waking up anyway.
    3. Powder in Wine

      by , 01-19-2015 at 07:19 AM
      Morning of January 19, 2015. Monday.



      This is another typical King Street boarding house dream, with nothing relevant to my character or present life. It is a dream I could have had thirty years ago and not known the difference in waking up then or now. Still, I document everything for long-term study (as always, since early childhood) regardless of the type that seems like residual “what if” dregs from the 1980s.



      I make my way to King Street. A male I knew at that time, Don K, is walking with me at one point, carrying a couple full bottles of wine. We end up going into the house through the main front entrance and the landlord and landlady (though started by the landlord), both deceased in reality, go into a bizarre rhythmic “mantra” (with the accented phrasing in the opposite areas as would otherwise seem normal). It seems like some sort of insult to anyone that goes into their house, including a relevance to their desire to be alone. The “song” is one of the oddest things I have heard in a long time.

      Don and I end up in the pinhead’s (Leonard S) old room at the southern end of the house. The room is mostly empty. We then drink from different wine bottles. I notice that my bottle, in addition to containing red wine, is also thick with dry powder that does not fully blend with the wine and is apparently crushed sleeping pills. Still, I drink parts of it in small amounts, not really wanting the full effect of either. In reality, I had never taken any form of medication of this kind and rarely ever drank. I attempt to stir it but there is so much powder, the fluid nature of the wine is minimal and nearly too viscous to flow naturally from the bottle. I take about five drinks over time. We are seemingly going to go to Third Street and perhaps meet with others but my dream fades.



      What is interesting is that in the past, I was often within dreams of the future, including those involving the “mystery girl”. Now that I actually “live the dream” so to speak, I often mentally travel to mundane facets of the past (with alternate histories and even no-longer necessary “rehearsals”), almost as if it is some sort of “balancing” function to remind me of the human aspects and encounters of my otherwise legend-like path.

      Don was actually the one to inform me of the King Street house availability (while we both worked at the same factory), which was my first unshared apartment in real life at seventeen. It is interesting in that Don was also the worst possible reference I could have had, yet once the owners learned that I was not at all like Don, they let me rent the apartment. Ironically, he was evicted from his apartment shortly after I moved into mine, for drunkenness and leaving broken glass on the lawn.


      Updated 04-19-2017 at 01:25 PM by 1390

      Tags: bottle, wine
      Categories
      non-lucid
    4. Wine Into Water (DILD)

      by , 01-14-2015 at 08:27 PM
      Slept from around midnight to 2:45am then got up for several hours. Returned to bed at 6:15am, after meditating a few minutes and taking some supplements (choline, Alpha-GPC, L-theanine, vitamin B complex, piracetam). Did some casual SSILD while falling asleep. Woke at 6:45am with dream.

      I was in a room with dark walls, a sort of "black box" theatre, and about two-thirds of the room was full of tangled billows of blue cloth up to knee-level. Around eight people were positioned at various points in the cloth, flailing against it as though they were swimming (or drowning) in water. I knew it was a rehearsal for a play, and I felt a strong desire to join them but was restrained by a sense of propriety since I was not related to the production. I sat in a chair and reflected on how much I've always been attracted to the idea of acting even though I apparently have no talent for it.

      Slowly and naturally it dawned on me that I was dreaming. The awareness brought with it a change of scene, perhaps a half-waking: I was back in my bed, but still in dream. I began to focus on animating my dream body as though it were a WILD, thrashing around in the tangled covers (not unlike how the actors had been flailing in the water-like whorls of cloth). I noted how my visual field was very chaotic, almost back to the fluctuating hypnagogic state, but the tactile field felt more stable, so I ignored the visual clutter and got out of bed. I don't need to see well to navigate my own house, whether in WL or a dream.

      I wondered what to do and quickly decided to try to knock off the wine TOTM, which seemed like an easy one. So I walked swiftly to the kitchen pantry where I keep a lot of wine and reached for one at random. It was a rosé in a clear glass bottle. The level was very low, well down the shoulder, but since the cork was intact I figured it should count as a "full bottle" as specified in the TOTM. At first the bottle was the shape and size of a typical wine bottle, the more streamlined profile you usually see with burgundies, but as I set it down on the kitchen counter to get a better look, it transformed in front of my eyes to the larger, plumper form of a two-liter plastic soda bottle.

      I was still determined to open it, so I picked it up and carried it over to where the corkscrew should be. It occurred to me that I should make a more detailed observation of the bottle first, since it was covered in writing printed directly on the glass. The writing was in white script of various fonts and sizes, but the white lettering against the clear glass was hard to read, especially with the level of the wine so low. The fonts were also elaborate and hard to make out. I held it up at an angle to get the best view and looked carefully. I could make out that the biggest word was "Mersault," which would make sense since (as I suspected and google confirms) this is an actual appellation in Burgundy. The next largest set of letters spelled "Farb," which reminded me of the German word for "color." I wondered if this had to do with the color of the wine, and was startled to observe that the wine was now colorless and looked exactly like water. Moreover, the bottle was starting to remind me of a water bottle. Oh dear, had I accidentally turned my wine into water? I'd better grab a different bottle! I was walking back to the pantry when I woke up.

      There was actually a lot of day residue in this LD. Last night I ate out and had an elaborate meal with wine pairings: they included a rosé and a wine from a bottle that was partly empty but whose cork remained intact because the wine had been extracted with a needle and replaced with argon. Both of these details manifested directly in the dream, although I didn't recognize them as day residue until after I woke up. I just double-checked the menu and there was no Mersault, however, nor can I recall when I last had it, so I'm not sure where that came from.

      Updated 01-14-2015 at 08:37 PM by 34973

      Categories
      lucid , task of the month
    5. 8 Nov. 2014 - Plant Growing

      by , 11-08-2014 at 03:35 PM
      I put a seed and water in a glass cologne bottle with a curve that turned downwards near the top, then held the bottle between my hands. The plant grew; I made it grow, then I asked my Father to open the top and he did. The plant grew outside the bottle.

      Gee, It reminds me of the Bible Mustard Seed Verse.
      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    6. Agora in School

      by , 08-14-2011 at 11:09 AM
      Fragment

      Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I remember Raphael with nunchucks.
      In the same part of the city as the other dream.

      Dream

      My lesson in media studies had finished and me and my friends were walking down the stairs. We walked and sat down on some chairs where another guy was talking about the riots and said the police told him to "Do something with the girls or go home".

      After that I saw my friend walking with a water bottle. I think I squeezed it and it went into his face. He did it to me after and then I got him with a cheap shot with the bottle. I then ran away really fast up all the stairs with him in chase and then down all 3 flights of stairs and back to the agora.
    7. Agora in School

      by , 08-14-2011 at 11:09 AM
      Fragment

      Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I remember Raphael with nunchucks.
      In the same part of the city as the other dream.

      Dream

      My lesson in media studies had finished and me and my friends were walking down the stairs. We walked and sat down on some chairs where another guy was talking about the riots and said the police told him to "Do something with the girls or go home".

      After that I saw my friend walking with a water bottle. I think I squeezed it and it went into his face. He did it to me after and then I got him with a cheap shot with the bottle. I then ran away really fast up all the stairs with him in chase and then down all 3 flights of stairs and back to the agora.
    8. Fragments

      by , 10-19-2010 at 12:18 PM (Awesomeness's quest for lucidity)
      Real life Dream Lucid Dream Sign
      For me to remember, dreams are 067300, lucid dreams are the color below blue, #4169e1, and dream signs are the light purple, which is up one and left one from blue, #483d8b.

      Mechanical bottle dream
      Something about this mechanical bottle that automatically opens and closes.

      Family and the ring dream
      Fragments. I remember staying in this awful hotel, which no one else recognized was awful. I couldn't even see to the bottom of the three foot pool, it was so dirty, yet my whole family, including my cousins and aunt, played in it. I made excuses not to, of course. I remember going to places. Sometimes it was stormy, but it was always dark. I had some important ring I couldn't lose for some event. ...And I lost it in the pool.
    9. A Series of Weird Things.

      by , 08-26-2010 at 02:39 AM (Dreams I can Only Dream.)
      Date: Aug.23/24
      Time: Different times from 8:00am-2:20pm


      Description: These dreams are non-lucid dreams, I am not sure what order they came to me in. Also so of them were a bit foggy when trying to remember what happened. Also dream 1 and 2 I think are connecting dream scenes but I honestly don't know. Nonetheless I wrote down what I remembered, and was able to fill in a few holes along the way. Enjoy!

      Dream 1: It starts off in Subway's kitchen (where I work), I am looking for something. I am trying to find it, but it isn't here. A bump into the bread trays and notice the bread is all wheat, also they are in weird shapes, something that should of alerted me but didn't. I realize I need the Honey Oat bag so I can roll the bread dough. Meanwhile there is this guy walking around breaking things, but then fixing them. He gets to the oven door and takes the door off the hinges. He doesn't fix this. Kevin (a coworker) walks by and says something. The dream ends.

      Dream 2: I am someplace where a couple of people are talking about McDonalds, they say something along the lines of it changing it's policy on something. I get to the one closest to my house. I can see lots of lawn space, it must have been just cut. Someone tells me they hire independent workers at $45 a cut. Two people do it and split the money. I am interested. I walk alongside the building, but I am on grass, and the drive through is gone. Ahead I see two thrones, my mom and dad are sitting in them like Kings and Queens. I get a feeling on having to take care of this, as I see it as a problem. Another random person tells me about a prophecy, where someone named Solomon kills the King and Queen to end their reign. It's kind of like the American Revolution, but the King and Queen are going to die. I am back at my house. I see the front door open, the house looks normal. Outside the house I find a shovel, shaped like a giant three pronged fork. I pick it up and head inside. Sitting in her usual spot is mom, I don't remember if I see dad. I see my sister, I charge my sister and stab her in the leg. No blood, but I can see where I stabbed her at, she gets angry and falls into the chair across my mom. (The old rocking chairs, with the red cushions). My brother Josh shows up, and all of a sudden we are outside, my brother Josh, Kim, and I. I end up running down the street towards the new subdivision. I am very slow, that usually happens when trying to run away. I look back and see nobody is giving chase. I continue to run towards Andy's house, and down to that alleyway behind his backyard. I get there and see an entrance into another neighborhood. Which is the Condos by Family Video. I jump onto the side walk. A little girl passes me. I keep walking. I am in front of someone's house, I go to the right side of their yard. A women is looking out over her fence into what should of been a backyard, but instead was a giant desert filled with golden sand, I can see a structure in the back. There are sand dunes, and hills all over. She says there was a wind last night, and probably a sand storm. It convinces me to not go there. The dream ends.

      Dream 3: So I am with a team of soldiers that is being hunted by another team of soldiers. It takes place in my basement, but that area is upstairs, and the house is in my brothers neighborhood. A mile or so behind my actual house. We are trying to find weapons, and going through my dad's (or what should of been my dads) work area. The wall is covered in different tools and such. Sitting on the ground are black shelves where shovels and things are hanging. I can't find a weapon, so Josh hands me a squirt bottle filled with some kind of chemical. I spray it accidentally and it gets into his eyes. He doesn't seem to be hurt. I find a sword on a rack, but once I get the sword out, it is very wobbly and seems like plastic. Like a kids sword. I end up knocking over all the shelves, and go to clean it up when Kim walks by and makes a comment. Now I get a feeling of having to go, that they know where we are. So I jump through a window screen and end up outside at night on the lawn of the house. Two people follow me. There are shadows coming around the corner and I tell everyone to get down on the ground. Jonboy passes my teammates, and interrupts what I am doing. I get mad at him. We are back inside and notice a camping trailer outside, and we can see the enemies in it. I look at the computer and try to find something. I look down at what should of been the pc tower. But it looked like the ps3, folded up pamphlet style, I look at it and push it away into another room. I wake up.