Morning of October 14, 2018. Sunday. Dream #: 18,927-02. Reading time: 3 min 54 sec. Readability score: 69. Note that Linda is not Linda in this dream. (See notes after main entry.) In my dream, I am going to an amusement arcade in southside La Crosse with my niece, Linda. I am at the Loomis Street house. It is late at night, about fifteen minutes before midnight. It seems we will spend about an hour there and get the bus back to the Loomis Street house at about fifteen past one in the morning. It seems we had walked north through the Loomis Street alley, as we are then walking east on Gillette Street to go to the Loomis and Gillette bus stop. I am puzzled as to why we are going somewhere so late at night for only about an hour or less of video game play. I check my right pants pocket to feel several American quarters (at least eight) and a few other coins, and I consider I may have enough for the bus trips and a few video games. (There is augmented tangibility at this point.) As we arrive at the intersection, almost to the bus stop, my dream resets. Linda and I are now crossing from the east side of the street opposite the Loomis Street house. It is also early afternoon now. An unfamiliar man is walking (on the west side of Loomis Street) with another man who is also unknown. They are both in their thirties. He is holding a gun to the other man’s head as they walk. The man holding the gun is on the other man’s right. The situation makes me wary, but we keep walking in front of them after we cross to their side (rather than avoiding them), heading to the same bus stop as in the previous scene. I briefly consider that we may be in danger, but that does not seem to be the case, as the man with the gun does not seem interested in us even as potential witnesses who could identify him later. As we get to the intersection, my dream resets for the second time (again, without triggering dream state recognition). Linda and I are now about three blocks north of Loomis and Gillette in a (fictitious) commercial district and walking south on the west side of Loomis Street. It is afternoon. I am thinking about whether it would be worth it to be at the amusement arcade for only a short time. I am still erroneously considering the midnight to one o'clock span even though it is daylight. I am now wearing a hooded sweater with big pockets. I decide that I should have a gun, as the man in the previous scene had a gun and I do not want to take any chances. I create a revolver in the right pocket of my hooded sweater (without lucidity). A policeman is in the area, though remains behind us. As I walk, the revolver, as I am holding it within the pocket, somehow comes out of the pocket and is at my side for a short time. As I continue, my arms swing with my gait in an exaggerated manner. I briefly ponder upon whether people will think I had forgotten how to walk correctly or deliberately trying to draw attention. I put my hand back into the pocket. I consider that if the policeman stops me, I will say that it is a 9mm blank firing Jaguar 80. He does not stop me. As Linda and I walk to Loomis and Gillette from the north to get to the bus stop, my dream resets for the third time. Now we are walking west on the north side of Gillette Street, a few blocks west of the bus stop. (We had reached it before the reset.) She is ahead of me by a few feet and on the right. It is late morning. She is wearing baggy clothes; blue jeans and a pale blue blouse, and this puzzles me as I try to discern her form. She seems about ten years old. My conscious self identity is still not extant, but my dream self’s fictitious mind is losing cohesion, and my dream becomes more abstract in the waking process. [key descriptors] subliminal ultradian rhythm thread (distorted) intersection as RAS mediation (three dream resets) preconscious avatar with a gun preconsciousness as police activity (reticular formation personification) coins as emergent consciousness cue (does not work here) the man with the gun to the other man’s head is counter-processing, that is, potential RAS modulation over my precursory emerging consciousness as the opposite of my dream self paired with a potential reinducer [key ERRORS] Erroneous discernment of induction simulacrum (Naiad) as my niece Linda when there is not the vaguest resemblance or waking life association. However, this is a result of my current conscious self identity being absent. Ultimately, the simulacrum has nothing to do with Linda (whom I have not seen in real life since 1994) and is a younger manifestation of Zsuzsanna. Linda never lived at or stayed at the Loomis Street house. I currently have no interest in playing video games, though when I was much younger, I did go to an amusement arcade in southside La Crosse to play pinball. Loomis Street 1500 area erroneously continues north as an unfamiliar commercial district. My dream resets three times (including late night becoming early afternoon) without dream state recognition, not because of failing to “become lucid” by popular definition, but because of the absence of my true conscious self identity. (Note the non-lucid dream control of my creation of the gun.) My conscious self’s identity, as my dream self is trying to discern the simulacrum in the last scene, remains absent. However, the fact that it is ahead of me and to my right designates its transition from potential reinducer into the emerging consciousness avatar at this point.
Morning of September 8, 2017. Friday. Instead of making a separate entry for each of these five dreams of today, I will, at least for now, include only their summaries in one entry. (These are not all of today’s dreams as I sometimes remember fifteen or more, rarely ever less than five or six, not including the hundreds of short hypnagogic sequences, though those are usually of apex lucidity and too personal to post.) There were other dreams both before and after this sequence of five. Dream one: “Sighting a Red-winged Blackbird Near a Bus Stop”. I am in an unknown area in an unknown city, though I do not consider it as unfamiliar or how I got here. A kindergarten teacher is trying to get all of her students to gather together in one area, possibly near the bus stop. (She reminds me a little of my own kindergarten teacher from my childhood.) They may have been on a field trip. The streets have mostly commercial buildings. There is an open area which is mostly like a park on the opposite side of the street from where I am. I see one bird walking about on the short grass. It is a red-winged blackbird. As it slowly moves away from my view, sometimes hopping or flying a very short distance, I notice that the spot on its wing seems different at times, either more red or more yellow, but I consider that this relates to how its wing is positioned. It faces to the right at times. I point at it and cheerfully say that it is a red-winged blackbird. The teacher acknowledges me briefly but seems more interested in gathering her students together. (This is a typical combination of return flight waking symbolism mixed in with coalescence waking symbolism, with the bus stop analogy of returning to wakeful consciousness. The preconscious - the teacher - is passive here as it is not my last dream of the sleeping period.) Dream two: “Shaving with a Guinea Pig’s Shaving Cream”. I am with an unknown male in an unfamiliar bathroom, though I seem to be him at times. The other male is in the bathroom to shave, but he uses shaving cream which belongs to the guinea pig. The “guinea pig”, who actually seems mainly like an ordinary male human, stands off to my left and warns about a human being using it as it may be toxic to them or unsuitable at best. I shave slowly and carefully while looking in the mirror as I am seemingly now the other male. The detail is very clear and vivid. After this, with mostly smooth skin, guinea pig hair seems to grow out smoothly and cleanly from where my shaving occurred, mostly around my chin. I am not that concerned as this is apparently happening to the other male and not me even though I presently seem to be him. (This is partly related to removing most of my facial hair recently. Our guinea pigs are sometimes presently kept in the bathroom because of the cold weather, though in a fully-enclosed cage with a solid bottom.) Dream three: “Stolen Dimensional Gateway Emerald”. I am with a few unknown males. We enter a large room that has an unusual glass structure in the center which is higher than our height but only about two-thirds the height of the room. It would be cross-shaped if viewed from above. There is a glass room in the center, with four smaller rooms of slightly lesser height coming out from each direction. Each room’s walls are transparent. Here and there are multicolored rocks of the type found near some railroad tracks. I am aware that the emerald used to control the dimensional gateway is missing. In fact, I consider that I may have taken it. There is a vague sense of amusement as another male is annoyed that he cannot use the gateway. I look over a few of the interesting railroad track rocks and mention how the gateway emerald could be replaced, not to actually be usable, but so that other people do not know the real one was taken. “They don’t have anything like that at Walmart,” says the other male angrily. (This is some sort of distorted and failed reinduction - that is, dream reinitiation attempt, my dream self coalesced with the preconscious and my subliminal will projected as from another character.) Dream four: “Snake in a Cake”. There is some sort of party (possibly a birthday party) in a mostly featureless room that mostly only has a very large three-tiered pink cake that is about a foot higher than me. I get the impression that it may be taking place in the house on St. Cloud Street (where my older brother Earl lived for a time years ago). A lot of people are present, most unfamiliar, some relatives. After a time, a very large snake crawls across the floor. I relay what I see to the crowd, some people trying to leave, but there are too many people pushing about. I watch the snake smoothly crawl into the base of the cake and disappear. The imagery is mostly in pinks, oranges, and yellows. I relay how the snake has gone into the cake. Someone, an unknown male, says that he is not eating any of the cake. Later, the cake starts turning like a merry-go-round, which is caused by the snake’s actions. The cake eventually falls apart but there is seemingly not that much of a threat from the snake. (This probably relates to becoming dizzy in the past presumably from too much sugar, but I have not had problems with that lately, and I no longer drink cola at all. The snake was not rendered very realistically - more of the “War of the Serpents” mood and style from my childhood, so not serving as a vivid and more dominant waking prompt in itself as in other cases. Pink of a specific hue is often related to mild indigestion in sleep, based directly on taking Pepto-Bismol a number of times when I was young.) Dream five: “Earl’s Puppies”. This is fairly vivid. I walk into a room that is mostly featureless. Earl (older half-brother on my mother’s side who died in November of 2007) is standing in the room. There is not much light. He seems healthy and appears mostly as he was in the 1980s. I am aware that he has at least three puppies (perhaps four) inside his abdomen. I hear them whimper a few times and there is movement on his skin’s surface. (His shirt is up.) I am not sure if he had (either deliberately or accidentally) swallowed them whole or is willingly to be some sort of surrogate mother. I ask him if he is concerned about being bitten internally or if it might hurt. He seems cheerful and resolute. (This is likely a result of mild indigestion mixed with hearing the dog next door whining in real life through the veil of sleep.) There were a number of other dreams, a couple of which I may post separately at a later time or date. These dreams in order of vividness and clarity were five, two, one, three, four.
First fragment I was in church, attending to a mass. Second fragment I was driving a silver coloured car towards a farm where my brother was working. It was a really sunny and warm day. The road was placed in between two huge fields with forests in the distance. When driving I saw a bus stop in the middle of a field, someone was waiting there, a man that looked like me. I immediately thought about lucid dreaming and vividness of the dream highly increased.
Preface: Bed at 11pm. Lots of physical activity to release stress, so my body is sore. Recall of morning dreams are better. Lots of detoxing and re-organizing going on in my life! Lately, I have been trying to rid my life of negative thinking. Most importantly, this has included removing myself from some of my social circles and false friendships, as I found the individuals to be emotionally and spiritually harmful. I realize that many times, my friends didn't mean to be so toxic, but I have a very high EI, and I'm very sensitive, so it affects me deeply in very different ways. Being around negative people is extremely spiritually exhausting. I need to be around friends who have a genuine interest in my well being and who have the same interest in nurturing the friendship as I do. I don't have many friends, but some of the few I have need to be kept at "arms length"; others have to be let go completely. As a result, I have been spending time with my really close friends and trying to build on the relationships that are most meaningful in my life. I am very excited about this time in my life, as I feel the negative energy is finally being cleared from my path. DR1 I received a call from a friend in Dallas, telling me that she was coming to visit for the weekend. My mom and I begin an organization project. We are in a huge room, which is apparently my closet. There are racks of clothes neatly organized, but I still have more apparel to put in order. I begin to complain that I have no space. All of a sudden, my mom moves a rack of clothes and reveals tons of unused shelf space. "You have plenty of room", she says. I am excited and begin to use the space. I have conversations with my mom about clothes and I even have the nerve to say I really don't have anything to wear. She laughs, of course. After cleaning, I am with my two small nieces outside. We live in a house with a doorway that faces a busy street. There is a bus stop on that busy street, half a block from our house. We do not have a front lawn at all. Instead, we have a sort of pavement space. It almost feels like we are living inside of a storefront. Anyway, I am sitting on the ground with my two nieces and we are putting together a puzzle. This is a beautiful puzzle, of a view of buildings. The puzzle pieces are huge, maybe the size of small postcards. However the puzzle itself is pretty big, so its taking awhile and the sidewalk is full of them. There is one part in particular that I want to put together- a gorgeous periwinkle blue building. I am so happy while putting it together and I'm really feeling great. The kids help, and at some point my sister joins us. I start to grab all of the pieces for the framework. The kids get bored and go inside. My sister is helping but she's working on another area, and we're making small talk. Then, a small boy gets off a city bus not too far away from us. He looks homeless. He's kind of dirty and wearing tattered clothes. He sits down next to me and watches me put the puzzle together. I let him sit there, because I figure he's harmless. He starts to ask questions and talk a lot. At first I am not really paying attention, but then his voice starts to get deeper. My sister notices the boy and becomes uninterested in the puzzle. She goes away (inside our home?). I am a little confused by the boy's presence and exactly what he wants. I don't ask him anything, and it feels hella uncomfortable, but I let him go on sitting there and talking. I get about 4 pieces of the part I really like, so that I can completely see the building. I turn to look at the boy, and I get freaked out because he has turned into a homeless man, sitting there watching me put together this puzzle. At this point, I become a third person in the dream, and I can see myself sitting on the ground with the puzzle, and I can also see the man not far away. He is still seated, but he has moved closer to me. He has this sore on the inside of his bottom lip; I can see it when he talks. He looks completely neglected. I can see my expression and feel it at the same time..I am weirded out but I try not act weird because I don't want to disrespect him. He starts talking about random things, I am not really sure about what- his problems...I don't know, he's rambling. I am wary of him. I watch myself stand up and move away from him. I appear grossed out. I also go away (inside our home?). Side Notes: Experienced memorable, blissful feelings while piecing together the part of the puzzle with the pretty, blue building. Experienced fear and disgust upon infringement of a stranger. News of my friend in Dallas is odd. Will have to check on her.
First dream - fragment I was in my old school, though with the current class. I walked crowded corridors, looking for a teacher. If she was absent, we could go back homes. Second dream It was dark, cold night. I was in a park with group of five dudes from my class. I had a backpack with two bottles of Coca Cola inside. They were drinking in park, one of them had a baby with him, and he had to change his diaper a few times. When the whole alcohol ended, they started to walk around the park, screaming and singing. This attracted two girls to join us - both brunette, one with short, and the other with long hair. I was the only one sober, so I had to lead them through the darkness to reach a bus stop. As we entered it, we got teleported to my barn. One of the guys - a tall, blonde dude tried to enrage me. I punched him a few times, and this made him really mad. He charged at me. We fell to the ground, though I managed to use the force and push him away. He bumped with his head into some heavy, metal object, which caused his instant death. I just standed up and went inside my home.
I was in school. It was warm spring day. I was sitting inside a classroom, with about four or three other students. The teacher - a blonde woman in her late forties, told me to tell the whole story from "Macbeth" book. Despite telling her everything, she was disappointed and said "Well, you've got only A. There were some problems with speech and some information was incorrect." I went out of the school to a bus stop. A group of people was waiting for a bus. Suddenly it appeared and stopped. I considered for a while should I enter it, and then I saw a girl entering it. I decided to enter the bus, and when we were getting close to it, the driver drove away laughing. I took my mobile out of my pocket, and sent a message to my mother, so she could pick me up.
On sunday night I dreamt I was getting off the bus to go home, but it was early in the morning. A guy from my school (devin) who always wears a rasta beanie was sitting in the parking lot criss cross, said something (probably not to me) and I walked like right behind him and then towards my house. That's all I was able to recall. On Monday night I dreamt I was coming out of the lunch line, and instead of two long, vertical lunch tables, there were three horizontal facing lunch tables. I sat down at I think the second one and one of my old friends that moved was back and sitting with us (patrick). We all had pizza on our trays, and I complained how I never "get all the tater tots when I get them", and had only two tater tots on my tray in a little paper baskety thing. I also complained about how they were "at half health" (and there was a little bar, half full and yellow hovering above the tots). Patrick said the same thing always happens to him, and my other friend shane asked me where I got my pizza and that he only got a hot dog, even though there was a pizza on his tray (and something under the pizza but it didn't look like a hot dog and I couldn't make it out). That's all I recall of that night's dream.
.../The dreamscape corresponds to one of my university times, when I didn't know about inducing lucid dreams. I'm carrying all my stuff that I use to take with me going to work nowadays. I check that everything is in place. I'm waiting for my bus to come, getting bored, I go here and there waiting. I'm worried about my bag, I take care of it. I see a kid talking about his dreams, I want to ask him if he knows when he's dreaming but I don't find an opportunity to ask for it. I go upstairs of the building next to the bus stop. I see a lot of public transport from above, when I see my bus going away. I cannot get down fast enough. The whole place is getting empty, no more cars. I'm worried about it. I see the time in an analog clock , it shows 7:00 pm, when I see again it's 6:50. I remember the last bus comes until 9. I don't remember which one I have to take. I think I will recognize it when I see it. I see a couple of known buses. Not the one that I need. I go up and down the building. I see kids coming back from school/... * I spent the whole dream doing that, waiting for my bus, worried about the thieves, alone. No RC, perhaps because in those times I didn't think much about it. I cannot believe it!
I was with a group waiting at a bus stop after a movie or something. I was waiting while playing a game that had me going through a dungeon. Megan called me saying she was scared and needed help because some guy was calling her and masking his voice. I acted like I didn't care but I did and I thought of ways to help her. I didn't have my car so I couldn't go to her.
July 14, 2014 During the night, I only have vague impressions that I had a clip-board. I have no idea why or even what the clip-board was like. Then I took a 1.5 hour nap at 4:00, after my yet-again-long day as a teaching intern, and had this dream: I was at the elementary school in which I am an intern for summer classes, and we were all in our class after the kids had left. Most of my actual cohort-mates were there, but a few of them were replaced with guys (IRL there's only one guy in the cohort). I was aiming for one of them, and hoping that another of them would end up with one of my friends (we'll call this other one George for now, since he comes in later). The day was done and I decided to take a nap before heading home; so I curled up in one of the empty classrooms and dreamed that I was a prostitute on my first night on the job. When I woke up, I was thinking that I needed some money, and being a prostitute wouldn't be all that bad, anyways. So I went down the street to the Prostitution Center (which doesn't exist IRL) and asked to fill out a form to apply for work. The secretary there didn't seem to like me; she noticed the hours I was logging in as "previous experience" and made some snide comment that I don't quite remember. She also noticed my class ring and rolled her eyes. Part of the job was that we had to lift three boxes of supplies per day, at the main building; they received shipments daily of things like condoms, kinky roleplay outfits, and silk and lace. Just before I was going to get taken on a tour of the facilities, I heard the beeping of a truck backing up, and then a few men came in with said boxes, placing them at the door. Two scantily clad women walked in on stilettos and each lifted a box, taking them beep inside the building. I saw those high heels and panicked for a moment. "I'm not going to have to wear those heels, am I? I'll die, or kill a client or something." The secretary shook her head, and led me to a door behind the counter. She opened it, and I followed her into a large factory-like room with concrete floors and tape lines to guide people and machinery. I didn't ask what they did in this room, but I assumed it was some fantasy- or fetish-room, for men who liked that sort of thing. The secretary pointed to another door on the opposite side and paused to inspect something or other. I went to the door, and opened it, holding it open and waiting for the secretary. I think she warmed up to me with that. She thanked me and we continued with the tour. The new room was an office-building; cubicles and photocopiers in dark corners and a whole row of boss's offices, doors shut and blinds pulled. Another fetish-room? We exited that room into the open. There was another building in the business, so we would take the company's advertizing vehicle there. It was a dump-truck. But the bed of the dump-truck was a huge mattress (I didn't realize how hilariously punny that was until I woke up and texted Zukin about it, HAHAHA). The secretary gestured for me to hop into the bed, while she got into the cockpit. I felt vulnerable and exposed on the mattress, and to my horror, we were going to pass the school to get to the other building. I tried to hide my face, especially when I saw that some of the kids were actually still there, waiting for parents or perhaps a late bus. One of the kids was one of my rising 3rd graders, and I prayed she wouldn't see me. It was then that I decided that I probably shouldn't be a prostitute, because I was going to be a teacher, and it wouldn't look good. As we approached the T-intersection where we'd turn right, I noticed a bit of a jam; the bus had gotten there, but the road was being blocked by a sudden accident, and the bus was having to get out of the jam by going around the left edge of the road, behind the trees which separated the road from a large drop (apparently we were on a high hill). I was impressed by this feat of maneuvering on the bus-driver's part, but I waved to the secretary and asked, "Sooo... What if I decided I don't really want to do this anymore?" She just smiled and turned right, as if heading to the other building, but turned around in the driveway of the school, and dropped me off at the main building again. "So can we just go back in there and shred this application? Those hours I logged were a dream, anyways." I asked, glad that she understood. "No problem. I'll do it for you even, so you don't have to go back in." I handed her the application, which I'd torn in half, and smiled. "Thanks!" She honked goodbye and drove off into the industrial parking lot of the main building. Since I didn't have my car, I went to the nearest bus stop, and as I walked, the world slowly shifted into an anime-ish world. A few of my cohort-mates were sitting at the bus stop when I got there. Apparently they had also just decided not to be prostitutes. We all started gossiping about the guys in our class. "So, George, right? He should totally be with *insert name of freind (not sure which one it was haha)*, right?" I said, and the other two looked at me, incredulous. "Dude, no. He totally has a crush on you. It's pretty obvious." One of them said. "What? Noooo." I laughed and shook my head. "No, really. He watches you a lot, actually. You should tap that. He's got the looks AND the personality." I thought about George, and smiled a little. He was pretty handsome... I decided to switch my target to him, and hope that my friend got with my original target. Then I woke up because Zukin texted me (haha! It was right before my alarm was going to go off anyways, though)
Non-lucid, lucid, SP-awake and/or observations Nap after Work: .../I'm in the middle of this dream world routine, before going to school. I've just get out of the house and I'm about to go to the bus stop when I realize it's not my waking life and I have dream this sequence before, including the lucidity part. I decide to go on with the plot, so I keep on walking to the bus stop. It's a little bit far from my point of view but I don't mind walking in order to stabilize the dream. I see the bus is already there. I think perhaps I could summon a particular DC in the bus to have some sex. But my body slowly starts to fading out when I realize I stopped feeling my legs. I'm lying on the bed with my eyes closed. I can partially feel every movement I think about my body although I cannot see it. It's not too difficult to imagine things in this stage. I know I could get back into the dream, so I go on remembering part of the routine I was dreaming before/... .../I'm getting out of the apartment which is on a higher floor. I realize I can see again and better feel my body. I don't remember other thing but to stabilize the dream. I don't want to lose it thinking too much. I start going down stairs. My body is a little bit blurry and I can still feel myself lying on the bed. so I start slapping my legs and arms to feel them in stead of my real body. It apparently works, so I start going down stairs exaggerating my movements to feel this body. I got to go a couple of floors down but it's too loud out there and I can feel other things which don't make sense in the dreamscape and my body fades out again. I can still feel what I think, but this time it's too loud out here. My wife is making too much noise and I cannot go back to sleep. * I barely remember I have been shortly lucid in this world before, but it's too blurry to have a proper recall.
The farthest I remember back, I was in my room. I realized I was about to miss the bus (a common theme in my dreams as it is a prevalent fear IRL), so I frantically got ready and left. A few things were odd. My dad's girlfriend was there and they were both awake. It was morning, but it was dark (coulda sworn it was nighttime before). There were more people walking outside than there are usually. I got to my bus stop in time, but the bus drove right past me and almost hit two people. I went to chase it (in retrospect, I'm surprised I could run in a dream), but I realized it was not my bus. As I walked back to my stop, I figured this was unusual and did an RC; lo and behold, I'm dreaming. I feel myself become lucid and I hop into the air. I'm intent on having a world of fun, but the person next to me starts attacking me, making it impossible to concentrate, so I wake up.
3/23/13 DILD (false-WILDs) This was during a nap. I may have lost the dream and restarted it a few times due to eyes not opening/darkness. I kept waking up in a hotel room on University. It was hard to open my eyes in all of the attempts. I get out of bed and look at the mirror. I can feel the pillow pressed on the side of my face. As I look at myself, half of my face is squished. I can tell it is from the pillow. I start the dream over and try to head out the hallway. I hold my nose shut and keep breathing as a constant reminder that I am dreaming. I also thought it would help stabilize the dream. I eventually get outside and get an idea. I see a bus stop and I plan on checking what bus is coming next, waking up, and seeing if I was remote viewing. The bus stop has a long, jagged, hard top. I fly to the top of it. A bus is already there. I look at it for a second and see the next one coming. I lose the dream there.
Key: {Curly brace & blue} .... Relevent waking life details before entry, if appropriate Black .... Dream body/narative text (Standard braces & dark green, bold) .... Dream notes, lucidity, time. method etc ************************************************** *********************************** {This one is from last night.... 02 June 2012... Have posted an earlier fragment from same night} (Lucid.... ??WILD with FA?? or WILD fail ---> DILD Failed a WILD... I got to HI, visualised a scene of being at a fireworks display to have somewhere to goto (Lots of the colour Orange and Yellow in the bonfire I imagined!!!) but couldn't transition to full dream scene, gave up & went to sleep, ended up in DILD) I’m in a mobile phone store (Orange), sat on a tall 'trendy stool' at a tall fake wood effect table. The assistant (female, shoulder length natural blond) sat opposite me is pointing to important clause(s) on the contract paperwork in front of me, and verbally stressing a few points I'm not really reading the paperwork, instead I'm looking at the assistant, nodding my head, acknowledging what I'm being told... (shes pretty!! BTW) I'm told the usual stuff about my talk plan.. Which I say I'm happy with, then ... I'm told something about "blah blah blah section 921 of your agreement covers the Orange LUCIDITY subscription you've added, and how to access these services" I said something like... "Yeah Yeah, I'm all OK with that... I think I know how it works, and what I'm doing..." I laugh out load and say... "For all I know I could be dreaming right now" I look down, and sign the paperwork... Then I try to REALLY read bits of it, but the words keep on 'evolving' and make no sense!! <LUCID> (The feel of the stool I'm sat on, the table and the paper under my hands, and the warmth from the stores' pin-spot lights above me are my 'grounding points') I look up again. The assistant doesn't acknowledge my 'I could be dreaming' comment, but instead tells me about "ringing 921 from your handset for customer services".. The assistant then gives me a copy of the paperwork and wishes me well in a "bye for now.. good luck" kind of way I leave the store, and walk along the street a while. I walk along a normal street, then a tree lined avenue. I find a bus stop, with four men and two women who are waiting at it... ... I decide it would be good to question them about dreams, and if they know they are in a dream... ... I talk to them for a while.. The different people have different 'individual' reactions... A couple of them seemed hostile & annoyed that I suggested that "you are a figment of my imagination in a dream. You dont really exist" ... One tried changing the subject to his tropical fish?!?, the other hissed something about "Dealing with crazy people" One of them blankly ignored me.. One of them thought it was funny, and laughed at it (but still evaded answering) One of them acknowledged she was in a dream, but seemed more concerned what will happen to her when I wake.. One of them acknowledged he was in a dream, and he found it interesting... We engaged in a little conversation over it I'm too busy chatting (& winding up) the DC's ... Soon it just goes fogs out to black
This dream was HYPER-vivid. I'm standing at a bus stop. It's dark outside. It's cold. And it's raining. "That asshole stood me up," a girl remarks, pissed off. "Can't you just teleport to him?" Her friend replies. "Fuck, I can teleport here and there, but not TO him." She demonstrates to her friend how she can teleport around the area. "I don't know how to teleport to where he is," she whispers, shamefully. "Then we'll just have to leave without him. Screw him!" Her friend calls out. Around this time, another girl enters the scene. The two girls start walking away and I feel inclined to follow them. I feel stuck to their presence. The fourth girl tags along with me. It's raining really hard outside and I can feel the rain seeping through my shoes. My socks are getting really wet. I can hear the squishing of water, and it really bothers me. All four of us girls walk into an entirely new scene. It's daytime outside and it's snowing now. One of the first girls smirks as she looks out past the sidewalk and into an abandoned lot. The lot has piles of snow buildup. She turns around at us, smirking, and says, "I hear a girl committed suicide here. They say she left hundreds of suicide notes and buried them in the snow. Everyday she would make a new note, hoping that someone would find it and respond to her cry for help." We start walking over the hilly, snow covered terrain. Before my eyes, I can almost see the sad hills bursting out with her suicide notes, unable to hold back their paper tears any longer. "I think they removed most of them," the other girl remarks and sits down in the snow. We sit down with her. She casually brushes off the snow from the ground and reveals a letter that must have been left behind. She opens it and grins, looking to her friend who seems to acknowledge her. "I should have known before," she says, grinning, "that all of this really doesn't exist." "Yeah? And?" Her friend encourages her to go on. "And that really, none of you exist apart from my own mind," she continues, "that I am the main character of this narration, and all three of you are just the supporting roles here." Her friend smiles at her discovery and adds, "Except me." "Right," she replies, though I sensed uncertainty. A character in the dream determined that I was a dream character in her dream, and it DIDN'T EVEN REGISTER WITH ME. WHAT THE FUCK. I am now one hundred percent convinced that we could actively be senseless dream characters in other people's dreams. Because her telling me that didn't even phase me in the slightest. That's messed up. "I think we have some things that we need to attend to," her friend adds after a moment of silence. "Right! If he doesn't come to us, then we should find him instead," The Lucid Girl replies. I eventually gather that The Lucid Girl and her friend are searching for her exboyfriend because he wronged her in some way. The fourth girl, who will be named later, and I are so far just tagging along. We leave the snowy remains of the realm of the hills who are bursting with paper tears and come upon a castle almost hidden in the snowfall. We walk through the garden and into the front door. It seemed easy enough. Until everything went HORIZONTAL. "WOAH!" All of us suddenly scream. Instead of walking on the floor, we are walking on the walls! "I think it's a trap to deter wanderers," her friend announces, "if we keep walking it should go back to normal." We walk through the next door. Gravity returns to normal, however the surroundings of this room look worse than the first. "He's been here. I sense it," the fourth girl, who has been relatively quiet up until now, whispers. The room is dim. It has a checkerboard style floor, but the only things in the room are a broken TV and a ransacked armoire. The television is buzzing with static. One of the girls turns it off. The room is dim and dark. The vibes here are not only strange, but disturbed. "He's definitely somewhere in this castle," the fourth girl adds. I can feel that she seems to be bursting with psychic energy. "This place is a maze." We walk out the front door and summon a ladder to access the second floor through the window, as we can't find any staircases which lead up to it. The second floor is darker than the first. "I feel as if he's not the only one in this castle," The Psychic One whispers. Indeed, I feel it too. There is a dark energy here. And it's lurking all around us. Following us. I hear a strange noise coming from a nearby room. I split from the group to investigate it. The noise leads me to a bathroom and towards a drain. I watch as the drain regurgitates water and green muck. The other girls wonder where I am and find me standing here in the bathroom, puzzled. "What's wrong with that drain?" The Lucid Girl asks. "Don't go near it," the Psychic One whispers darkly. "Why not?" "That drain reeks with dark energy. Whatever entity is living in that drain will pull you down with it," the Psychic One replies. The two other girls listen to her warning, but not closely. The dark energy coming from the drain lures them closer. The drain gurgles as it spits up water and green muck. I can't take what I'm about to see. I try to pull them away from the drain at first, but their curiosity is peaked. The Psychic One tells me not to bother. I run from the room, knowing also what is about to occur. And I don't want to see it. I run out of the bathroom and past one of the mainrooms where the Psychic One is standing. "Wait!" She calls out, but I run past her. I run out to the garden where we came in. I am perplexed to find that it is night time. And before me are hundreds, if not thousands, of twinkling fireflies. They buzz before me in the garden where the morning glories bloom on a white trellis. The fireflies surround me. They unite as one and become a beautiful blooming flower, which takes me on its petals and floats into the air. I fly on the petals of the flower higher and higher into the sky and they lead me to the highest point on the castle - a single tower. I see as the Psychic One becomes alarmed at my disappearance. She runs out to the garden and another army of fireflies takes her away. They fly her across an ocean of lava and gently set her down on a single island amongst a sea of lava. On the horizon she can see a castle. It is a different castle. It is the enemy castle. Both of us are concerned as to whether the fireflies were trying to help us on our journey, or if they are just another curse in the castle. Got awoken right then.
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