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Morning of June 9, 2020. Tuesday.

Dream #: 19,531-02. Reading time (optimized) 3 min.



My dream begins with indoor-outdoor ambiguity. Although I am in an unidentifiable rural park in Wisconsin before dawn, I am first near a wall that holds the essence of a room when my dream self becomes aware. I am listening to a vinyl LP with my thoughts being that I can change the wording of the spoken audio, which seems to be a business missive. It is as if I am editing and clarifying the implied text with my mind even though it is on a 33 1/3rd rpm record. At one point, I see the individual words on small movable virtual cutouts that I can rearrange on the record’s surface.

I go to a small teardrop camper caravan a short distance away. (It is similar to the image, but its door faces the trailer hitch, and there are two sliding windows on each side.) I want to lie down inside it to rest, but I have to move several clusters of full beer cans that are on plastic yokes. (I have hardly ever drunk beer in my lifetime.) I eventually clear an area through the middle where my body fits, my head at the back. I open a sliding window a short distance, pulling it to the left, above my left, and appreciate the coolness of the fresh air flowing through the screen.

Eventually, the little caravan starts moving. It is daylight now. Looking through the doorway, I see my brother-in-law Bob and my sister Marilyn in the front seat of a car that is pulling the trailer. (They are both deceased, but my dream self does not remember that.) Marilyn looks at Bob (who is driving), telling him that he forgot to unhitch the trailer, and she acknowledges me by looking back. Even so, he continues to drive to the Loomis Street house. I vividly feel the movement, especially as the car goes up a ramp to an overpass. When he drives near three semi-trailer trucks (on the right) that are emitting black smoke, I unhitch the trailer with bodily movement and mentally “drive” it down a different street, now while sitting up in its center. I consider this is legal, as there is a license plate at the back. Even though the caravan only has one pair of wheels, I successfully “drive” it to the Enchanted Forest (a fictitious recurring location in my dreams since childhood, though always different).

I follow a boy down a hallway that opens into one section of the forest that is now part of a resort. There is an enclosed area with small monkeys and an eohippus (miniature prehistoric horse) here and there. One eohippus is lying on its left side (as I am in reality). I wonder if it is alive. The monkeys are only about eight inches tall. I pet a few of them.

I instinctually vivify and sustain my dream by walking on the fence of the enclosure (a dream enhancement routine since childhood), increasing vestibular-cerebral perceptual integration. I look down to my left at a car with its doors open, wondering if the people think I am intruding upon their privacy. After I practice balancing for a few minutes, I jump back down into the animal enclosure.

I discuss the Enchanted Forest with Locke, Sawyer, and Jack from the “Lost” television series. I describe a false memory regarding Jack driving me through an area of the region, which took a couple of days, being that it was of a different dimension that the rest of the resort. I tell them that one section is infinite.

I call them over to look at a beautiful lake after going into “another world” through a door. We gaze at the extraordinary beauty. Several tourists are around, also appreciating the sight. I see a few small fish below the surface of the water and try to perceive more. The vividness and detail are unfathomable.

After several minutes of appreciation, my dream begins to transition again to an instinctual awareness of my body being horizontal in bed, as well as a need to initiate waking (for me to get up and use the bathroom). As a result, I try to open a couple of bathroom doors, but Locke yells about needing to elude someone. It is Rowena King from “Emergence.” We all rapidly crawl on our bellies as does she, though she remains about ten feet behind us. We all crawl quickly on white sand underneath the underside of an unfinished building’s floor as I wake.

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10/11/12 | Wooden Framework Assignment
I started at this school, and went to this construction room, where all of the students built additions to a small “castle,” as they called it. It was made of wood, so it kind of sucked. Some had their additions finished early. I was just putting together some framework. Other than that, I never had any clear instruction.

10/??/12 | Caravan Tornado
I dreamt I saw my very first tornado. It was very smooth and destroyed our caravan.

29th October 2014

Not a particularly exciting one, but I figured I'd plonk it down for posterity, as it's the first entry in which I've began writing "Dream Notes" at the end, in accordance with a Dream Journal Tutorial I read a while back:

A few recollections from tonight, patchy though they may be. In the first scene, I had gone for a dinner with an old couple; something told me that the older man was either a close family friend or well-known distant relative. He had a gaunt face, was exceptionally skinny with ribbed, wrinkled hands, and was bald but for a few tufts of white hair sprouting up from above his ears; his wife was a large-apron wearing type, and I don't remember seeing her face. Their house was a pleasant place, with an old-time French country feel about it, with rustic wooden counters and floors. We sat down for a meal, though I don't remember what was said.

There was a drive back somewhere in a black Volkswagen Beetle. I sat in the back with the old man, a third person dream camera focused on us, I was on the left and he was on the right (according to the camera's point of view; it would've been the other way 'round for us). He looked very weak, and leaned into my ear to say something ominous in a croaked voice, something about knowing something or someone was coming for me. All I knew was that I ought to be scared, and I was.

We returned to a caravan site where I'd been staying; it was typical fare, a few grassy patches, an ugly square toilet block with wheelie bins put out in front of it, not very many trees. As I observed the toilet-block, a horrible thought dawned on me about what the old man meant; the Gestapo were coming, I knew. This was an alternate realty in which the Nazis won WWII! (I've been reading a book called Fatherland by Robert Harris recently, set in such a world, which would explain this). I ran, getting a first person view through my then-caravan, which was pretty messy, with wooden floors and pans lying all over the cooker; oddly dim and long for a caravan, but I thought nothing of it. That scene (rummaging through the caravan) was probably briefly after the scene I had about to write, come to think of it: Through what few trees there were, a little kid came in a light blue T-shirt; he had short-cropped blonde hair. He said something to me, and before I knew it, the scene suddenly jumped:

We were now on a grassy bank, a large Omega Elite parked on the edge of the hill, and a thick mist ahead, with a vaguely discernible mesh fence only just piercing the gloom. The kid was sitting in the driver's seat, and I was trying to discourage him from starting the car, but he was having none of it; he turned the key in the ignition. I grabbed the key and turned it back, I felt irritated, but no overtly angry.Something told me he was intending to help me against the Gestapo. There was a scene where he was standing outside my caravan on a slightly brighter morning, which looked smaller on the outside, and had a cream tarpaulin canopy over the door; I was standing in cream clothing, the same colour as the canopy, with a mug of coffee, the dream camera in third person; the kid was telling me something, and we had apparently teamed up despite our altercation over the car, but I don't remember what was said, or what happened next, as it was at this point that I woke up. That's all I can recall of tonight's dreams.

Dream Notes: Slept for about 7.5 hours considering awakenings/margins of error. The dream didn't feel particularly long, maybe 40 or 50 minutes, stretched over all scenes, even though there seemed to be time-skips and jump-cuts. I fell asleep at about 3:20 a.m, dreamed briefly of something I don't remember, waking an hour later at about 4:31 a.m, then fell asleep again until about 11:30 a.m. I would put the dream's vividness about 5/10, and my awareness at about 2/10. Emotions felt: Anxiety, fear, irritation, protectiveness (during the car scene). There weren't anything I've yet recorded as a dream sign, but I think I should start to consider caravans as such, as I realise they've appeared in a number of my dreams thus far. I didn't really bother using my MILD technique tonight, I just told myself that I wanted to at least recall my dream unlike the previous night, which I did successfully. I had to lay still for a while to recall everything.

Notes: Daydream, ADA

I was in the home of a friend, LP. His parents were there. We were worried they won't accept us, but they seem pretty cool. The place feels very homey. The father was particularly okay, and the mom was actually thinking he's going to end up with another guy friend, LR. We just laughed it off. His father said that he can't help much with the ritual tools though.

I was on the street. Supposedly going home after meeting up with friends. The area looks a bit like in one of my dreams before, and at the same time, the area near Cubao irl, near where we take a jeep going to Eastwood. For some reason, I doubled back and waited for my friends in a place that looks very much like a blend of our high school and college irl. I waited for them, and was thinking of surprising them. A guy friend looks a bit lost and he left some money on top of the bag, which he put on the table. I was going to surprise him by pretending to grab the money, but he barely reacted, and just said he thought I was going home. I told them I had to check my bank account's balance.

I was inside a house with a lot of people. It felt like home, except not sure which home in particular. I went out and saw even more people outside. Like there's going to be a parade, and all of the people are gathering outside the streets. I was thinking of going to a store or something. Then I saw a few people with guns. I wondered what's going to happen to have people carry guns. They don't look like the police either. I hurried back home instead. We talked about what's going to happen and about the guys with guns.

I was in a building. A lot of people are there. There's some sort of a meeting. For some reason, I was hiding. I was looking at the group from a ledge in the building. Then I think a guy noticed me. I hid behind another guy's dead(?) body. I think it was a dead(?) zombie. I used it as a shield as well as a hiding place, but it looked so awkward I'm sure the guy knows I'm there. I heard him shoot the zombie a few times. Then he went a bit around. He's on lower ground. He looks up at me and said something like, "Sorry, I don't know you but...." and he shot me. Only I wasn't dead. He let his guard down, and I just observed him. Then I grabbed his hand to break his little finger. He looked surprised and more amused than afraid.

I am looking at a female friend. She seems dazed. She was holding on a Blackberry. I (or was it someone else?) was pressing stuff on touchscreen. Then she woke up.

I am looking at a caravan of sorts. A llama leading a camel. I commented to someone how tall and proud the llama looks while the camel looked so down and low. I said it's a great metaphor for kings and slaves. The camel's neck was almost nonexistent, and it was very close to the body. On the other hand, it seems that the camel can survive harsher conditions. We arrived at the destination. I saw a huge peacock with it's beautiful tail feathers spread out. It was majestic. It acts as the throne for the princess. It's that huge. However, the princess wasn't sitting on it at the time. She asked the peacock to lay down its tail feathers and it obeyed. There's another woman (is it also the princess?) who was playing with a NDS on the side.

Date: 30/06/2012
Place: Friend's bed
Time of getting into bed: 3.50am

Dream 1 - non lucid

A girl I know in real life (E) and her friend are in a caravan, in a caravan site. Me and I are driving around the site rather fast in a car, we are making lots of noise and throwing things out of the windows. E starts to complain about us, she is not happy at all. We start making rude shapes out of our shadows, and I blames someone else's child for making the rude signs. However I think it's funny and we keep doing it. We then go and sit inside an old, abandoned car. It is silver colour. We sit inside, which is all overgrown with grass, and there appears to be a huge pile of copper coins inside. I find this really cool and keep trying to take pictures of it.

Dream 2 - non lucid

We (me and my friends) have done something wrong and there is some sort of man-hunt after us. There are helicopters in the sky searching for us, so we try to hide. At one point we are hiding on some stairs, we are kind of scared. I have written in my DJ that we may have seen someone we shouldn't have seen.

Dream 3 - non lucid

I go to work at a Pizzeria. While we have not been at work, there has been a leak from a tap and there is water everywhere, the whole place is flooded. I worry because I think the boss will be angry. I am shown how to make Pizzas.

Dream 4 - non lucid

I am waiting in a queue, I think for some building to open. I have a cheap pushchair, but I get annoyed with it because it is so cheap and tacky, so I throw it on the street next to me and decide to get a newer, better one. The building opens and we go inside, there is a small makeshift stage, with a live sex show being performed on it. They are performing some very XXX acts. Some people join in, which is allowed in this place. Will Smith was there also, but not doing anything sexual. I don't do anything sexual, just watch. There is a photographer taking photos of people in an artsy, portrait way while they are having sex. He then offers to sell the photos back to them.


***NOTEWORTHY***
I rarely bump into E
I watched a program about sex fetishes before bed

Date: 22/06/2012
Place: My holiday caravan
Time of getting into bed: 11.49pm
Glass of Apple juice in the day

Dream 1 - Non Lucid dream 1.22am


I am a singer / rockstar wearing large Red New Rock boots. I am talking to my audience about the significance of these boots and dreaming. There is some sort of chatroom/website element to the dream (it is very hazy, and mixed up, my notes are all over the page) and I vaguely remember that someone was trying to 'buy' my boots, or outbid each other for them. I really was against this and didn't want to let them go. My notes claim I was 'joking' about my boots belonging to someone else.

Dream 2 - Non lucid dream 3.43am

I am waiting in a car, outside a school. There are some young children waiting in the car with me, we feel like we have been waiting for a long time. Eventually we go into the school, I feel like I am here for a reason, for something but I am not sure what. I go to the toilet in the school and everyone is really nice to me.
Scene suddenly changes to a different place. We are outside a building (looks like council estate house / UK holiday chalet like Butlins?) there are a group of us sat on the floor, pulling faces at someone taking our photo. My partner is on the computer, and I keep checking because I am worried about it (the computer) breaking.

Dream 3 - Non lucid dream 5.22am

Someone I don't know from real life (but I am 'hanging' with in the dream) is smoking illegal drugs. They offer me some but I refuse because I think the drugs are bad. Everyone else around joins in but I still don't. An older-aged woman nearby gets hooked on the drug and becomes dependant.

Dream 4 - Non lucid dream

We are waiting for a band to come on stage. They come on stage and the band are all chinese. After the gig, the singer is talking to us over a few drinks, we talk about how the drummer threw his drumsticks into the crowd, and make jokes about how even though he looks and sounds chinese, he is actually from Liverpool.

Dream 5 - Non lucid dream

I am at a close friend's house. Let's call them D and I. We want to go to the cinema so we are working out times and showings etc. Friend R is also with us. As we walk to our hotel room (no idea why we are staying in a hotel when we are at their house) we keep seeing signs in people's windows. They are A4 pieces of paper with writing on them, maybe marker pen, so they are not professional. Although I cannot remember the exact wording of the signs it is clear they are warning us that a certain person is a liar, a theif, untrustworthy, steer clear of this person, they are bad news, etc. When we get to our room, a woman helps us. She is youngish, blonde and polish. She is quite pretty. We know she is the woman the posters warned us about. However as she is nice to us, we don't take any notice of what we read from the posters. We barter with her over a fee for storing our suitcases, and eventually barter her down to £60. I pay in 3 x £20 notes. She takes our suitcases downstairs to someone else's house, and into one of their cupboards where we lock them inside. When we lock them in, we hide a stash of drugs inside the suitcase. I don't know weather she sees us do this but she doesn't appear to care.
Next we are back in I and D's house again. We are in the kitchen, and I need the toilet. I am told to go in the bin, but i feel too embarrassed. However my partner goes in the bin without a second thought. D then forces me to show my 'bits' to I who just laughs jokingly. We all laugh afterwards. I then fall asleep on the floor, and I am in SP. My partner covers me with a blanket.

Dream 6 - Non lucid dream

We are at my mum's house. My little sister and her friend (a pretty, young, asian girl, who seems sensible and polite) are getting ready to go to a party. My mum is concerned, that they will be up to no good at this party as the party has a bad reputation. Even though she is only 16, they let her go. (In waking life she is 21) I am pretty sure they will be doing drugs. My mums gets me to check weather my sister is wearing appropriate clothing. She isn't, she is wearing a tiny mini skirt but is keeping it covered with a jacket tied round her waist. I tell my mum that she is wearing a short skirt, but that it is not too short. This is a bit of a lie as the skirt is too short, but i want my sister to have a good time and feel my mum is being a bit over protective.
The girls leave and we use phones to keep track of where they are. (im not sure how, but that is all my notes say) My mum and the rest of us left sit and watch tv. I have a vague memory of sitting with my sister and her friend at the party, which turns out to be some older guys house which is a bit messy. We sit and watch tv with him.

Dream 7 - Non lucid dream

Me and I are in my caravan getting pissed. The caravan is parked up on a caravan site, although im not drinking, I is pretty fucked and we have a laugh. I, in his drunken state, decides to buy himself a caravan from the site owner. The next morning, he really regrets buying the caravan but laughs about it. My dad appears to have also done the same thing overnight and tries to sell the caravan back to the owner, but loses money. My dad clearly said to me; 'It will be a lifetime of DIY'
I prepared many drinks with the intent to drink them while he was drunk, but passed out too early so there are drinks around the place waiting to be drunk. They are pink.


***NOTEWORTHY***
Before bed I watched a long documentary about one of my favourite musicians David Bowie in which his red boots were talked about.
I had a pair of red new rock boots as a teenager (see pic)
I don't have any children nor attend a school
I read about smoking DHT before going to bed, but I do not smoke drugs
My sister is 21 in reality and left my mum's home years ago

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG
23:20 GMT

Suicide/homicide attempt
I’m an observer of a suicide/homicide attempt. Some rich kid who owns a fancy 5-star caravan is on his room inside the caravan. A friend couple is there on the living room and he closes the door trapping them and then also closes himself in the room. He had previously put the exhaustion pipe pumping the fumes inside the caravan. His friends are calling for him, asking him to please not do that or at least let them out, but he couldn’t care less. Then I enter the scene, materializing in the room where these 2 are, trying to help them. There are windows, but they are very tiny. Impossible to escape through the, but at least it helps clear the air and they can hold on longer until help comes. My cat also appears, like hovering around and I wonder why.

Family nonsense
At my grandma home, on living room with my cousin Cris watching TV. I feel I have already watched this exact same TV show in this room but with my cousin Rui instead. My mom appears and I go to the bedroom. From there I see my dad sitting on a street bench on the other side of the street. He sees me and gets up, making a sign that he will come in. I go warn my mom, but in the end he never comes. I go back to the bedroom and I’m almost totally asleep when I wake up to the buzzing sound of a wasp. I get out of the room gently but then there are a bunch of them and they escape the bedroom and are about to attack my family members. I then am forced to kill them, but it kills me to do it.
Then I go outside and there’s a beach. There’s a cliff with a waterfall and the Gilmore Girls are there (again). Lorelai looks very melancholic, like waiting for her love and I feel a totally absurd feeling that I am like the real life incarnation of her (?) [although I’m not even like her....]

2:30 GMT

Ugly weirdo dream I prefer not to share

3:40 GMT

Japanese nonsense
I’m visiting Japan with my BF.We’re on some kind of super-speedy panoramic view bus. We go through mountain roads, we see the beautiful hills and the tree colours. I try to take pictures but I ran out of battery. We arrive at some green valley with cows grazing and a few bulls. One of them is on the loose and behaving like crazy. I didn’t feel too scared, instead I tried to calm him down with good vibes.
Later we’re on a karaoke restaurant and we sing Charlotte Gainsbourg. There’s a girl there trying to impress her co-workers, I notice she has amazingly white teeth, I think she whitened to cause an impression.

5:00 GMT

Break and enter
With mom, we’re back on that restaurant. She says she wants to investigate something. We pass by a shop with screens playing the X-files and for a moment we both become Mulder and Scully. On the restaurant she takes me to the toilet and I must keep flushing to make noise while she is trying to break into something I guess. But someone comes and we’re kicked out. On passing at the reception, some girl is messing up with the cashier over some receipt.
We walk around the city and it gets night and she decides to try to break in again in the dark. But the problem is the restaurant at night transforms into a bar, so there’s people in there again. We’re at the entrance deciding what to do, I read a poster on the wall, when some guy starts beating some other guy violently on the street. We watch hidden but the violence is just brutal – the guy being beaten is left with no bone intact! His face is unrecognizable and his body just a mass of unarticulated bloody meat. But he is still alive. It’s too unbearable to watch and I wake up.

Long journey through bizarre realms
With mom shopping on a huge 2nd hand warehouse. Also has an organic food section and after clothes we go there. I am delighted choosing among a variety of cookies only 5EUR/kg, but she pressures me, saying it’s time to go, that we’re late for something. I delay a lot, but I finally agree to leave and then we’re almost running. I realise I can actually run high-speed but only later I realise my mom was left behind, cause she couldn’t keep up.
Outside I pass by a group of young people, where I spot Vera. I don’t really want to talk to her right now, so I try to pass unnoticed. But then decide to wait for my mom on some seat on a bench structure (like those in sportsfields for the audience). I am there when a guy I knew from school and who just appeared recently a lot in my dreams, just drops by and says hi. The girls, including Vera are with him – so they spotted me... I push him away, because he is a playboy who enjoys flirting with me, just to tease me and I find that annoying. In front of the benches there was a railroad, but now there is a river and I jump into the water. He comes after me, but then I remember to fly away and I leave him behind.
I keep going forward, not really with a goal and I pass by a strange dark corridor, like an underpass, but it actually has tiny windows and I see it’s on ground level. People go through it like ghosts. I keep flying and moving fast, because this place is a bit unpleasant. The corridor does not end but instead transforms into a canal and people just try as hard as possible to swim out of there, but the current is pushing them back and they keep swimming and swimming, never getting out of there. There are even waves, keeping people just struggling against the current and sometimes drowning just to come above the water again and again. I cannot help to think this looks like some hell realm. At first I was also in the water like them, but unlike other people I manage to fight the current and lastly I fly out of the water and manage to get to some platform that leads to exit, I hope. I encounter a button on the wall and a door. I open the door and it’s just some storage room, but then push the button, a green light turns on and when I open the door, then it leads to a dark garage or barnyard-like place. A few people managed to follow me and as we are crossing this place, we see weird animals guarding the doors, the windows and there’s a door to some other smaller division which seems to keep locked some vicious animal which is trying to get out and attack us. We feel we need to get out of there quickly and I manage to find a very small breach on the right wall. The only problem is that from there it’s a long fall to the floor outside, right in the middle of some enclosure with more weird looking animals. For me it’s ok, cause I can fly so I go and try to find a way for people to follow me. I don’t know what I do, but I manage to save a large group of people and once they are outside and safe in a very sunny large open space, they celebrate. They make a hippie caravan and paint it with rainbows and dance and sing all the way to their next... life?
I don’t know now what to do, but I see a road. As I follow this road, I reach a place I recognize from another dream I had before, but now I’m coming from South and the other time I was coming from North. I become lucid. It’s the scenario from a dream I escaped some gangsters trying to kill me on a boat. It’s that road with some amazing flowered bushes hanging over from very high above. I fly to admire and smell this beautiful flowers and get to the top of this cliff. Up there I decide this place is fabulous to do my lucid meditation. But as soon as I sit, I wake up.

9:00 GMT