non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening At a place that looks like a campus, with dorms. The dorms are mixed and open space. I am climbing stairs to go to my floor and pass by a floor where I encounter Evangelion. He is sleeping on a chair but somehow with his head upside down and I wonder if he is ok. He wakes up and says he's fine. He just likes to sleep like this. He shows me how he does it and I crack up laughing. On another floor I meet Vera who is having a party lunch or dinner with friends and family. Carla also appears there by accident and sees me and stays for a little while just to say hello. She is with a dude and has some kid, but I don't think it's hers. Then some crazy looking dude comes in without presenting ID and the security guard goes after him. He then shows him some ID, but then continues in a very fast pace, with a hood over his head, looking very disturbed. He really seems to be up to no good. I go to a parking lot to meet some friends on a car who offered me a lift. They are sitting in a convertible. But the driver is Evangelion and he hasn't yet come join us. I see something shining on the ground and see a few little things, like a porcelain jewel box which is filled with pendants made from teeth and gold decorations. It has a nice amount of gold. I also find other things not as valuable, bur ask Zilla for a bag and collect it all. Some dude in another convertible almost hits me while parking. Then almost hits a pole. Then I see Evangelion coming towards us. We go to his girlfriend's house. I end up on a sofa bed with him watching tv and there is an R rated comedy show playing that ends up with a couple trying to have sex but experiencing some technical difficulties. Then he says something like "why we have never tried to solve our difficulties?" And I ask what he means, since we never got involved like that. And he says that's exactly the difficulty we encountered, but maybe it's time to fix it. Then I realize we are both naked somehow and he slowly comes on top of me and kisses me. He always makes me laugh and he does so by saying "oh goodie, you just brushed your teeth". I remind myself that our friends and his girlfriend are in this house with us, I wonder what he is doing, but guess they are in an open relationship and I am too horny to care.
Morning of May 16, 2015. Saturday. My wife and family and I are on some sort of tour where we visit different movie studios as well as at least one television studio. Mostly, modern ghost stories are being filmed. We do go to one set that seems to be a soap opera about doctors having affairs with their patients. Every now and then, a “key” scene is being filmed where an unidentified person runs in front of the camera and later something horrifying supposedly happens (though no horror is ever actually seen). At one point, the “person running past the camera” becomes annoying and the set mood fairly boring (even though most of the sets are somewhat dark and mysterious). At the soap opera set (which is well-lit), as a male doctor is professing to a female patient about how much he loves her, a shadow darts past the camera and the director screams “Cut!” and throws the script to the floor and tells whoever it is that they are at the wrong studio set. The shadow seems to cower and is seen (on a featureless wall) walking on tiptoes for a time. Many more scenes are filmed in various so-called horror films where a shadowy figure runs in front of the camera (just as in reality where almost every movie I have seen over the past several years has at least one scene where someone runs in front of the camera, which has become more and more hilarious over the past year, causing my wife and I to laugh out loud every time it happens). Eventually, I absentmindedly shout “Hey, who are you?” (though there is no discernible lucidity behind my potentially bold imposing query) and Charlie Chaplin steps out from behind a wall. Very oddly (in the highest awareness and “energized” rendering), I get an impression, as he approaches, of a quivering chihuahua (as if the dog was afraid of being punished for making a mess on a rug). He also appears to be dropping crumpled-up bits of paper as if trying to find what note is relevant to his present role of running past a particular camera. He never speaks. Someone says something about the “scariest movie ever” and I start swearing, asking how a movie could be scary as it is just a moving image on a screen a fair distance from the viewer. Charlie starts holding his index finger vertically to his lips, as a librarian does to “shush” the patrons. This seems to be because I am using too many swearwords as well as being too loud. Charlie puts on a pair of fake bunny ears and runs past the camera once again. There is a loud scream and the sound of something metallic falling, possibly a spotlight. I start slapping my knees and laughing.
3/12/14 3:10 am non-lucid Zombies. Eventually we have to live downstairs in a basement to escape (or be kept away from). We seem to have been infected, but it's not so bad. Atmosphere transfers from dark to comedic. I, as Lesley Knope at one point, am called back to the above ground, but in a protective suit as not to infect others, in order to feed someone who won't eat. (Maybe he was infected, not us?) Wasn't always Leslie Knope, just at that point. Comedy montage music playing in the background. Before that point my husband and I am in the basement with another couple. Some sort of analogy to Japanese language learning blogs and my job at JALUP. Tofugu included. One of our cats in the basement with us. We're hiding in the basement. Dream didn't start off in the basement, but I don't remember point before basement. Playing board games till 6pm with another girl who loves games. This brings on the talk of Japanese learning blogs. She works for Tofugu.
So once again this dream starts out like a movie (third person, I'm just watching it all unfold but I'm totally unaware of my body). There's two spies that get a phone call about the same operation. I guess they need both of their unique talents to finish the job. The objective: Find a girl who's been kidnapped and take out everyone involved. First scene shows them separate (it's animated, but looks kinda real), the guy gets a phone call while he's in the shower banging a chick. That part is blurred out, and I'm laughing. The next scene shows the female just getting out of the shower...her robot butler comes to give her the phone. She listens in, and the scene changes. To the objective I mentioned earlier. Then it goes back to her. She hangs up the phone...brushes the robot a couple of times with her towel, and then stuffs him down the toilet. After that, she sits down, takes repeated dumps in the toilet while the credits sort of roll. (yeah weird anyway.) The next scene has her walking through the forest, and she comes up on an old house where she thinks the girl is being held. The scene pans inside the house, and there's a lady with the kidnapped girl. Soon the female spy (never had a name in the dream but slowly started looking like Cristina Applegate) is whispering to the girl to follow her. The little girl is saying things like "why", and "where are we going", in regular speaking voice. The sight of frustration on Cristina's face has me laughing pretty hard. They make their way to the girls holding room. It looks like a regular girls room. (full of stuffed animals, can hardly see the bed, and closet because of them) Cristina moves some dolls out of the way to reveal a hole for their escape. The girl keeps talking super loud and Cristina just has to leave because the other lady can hear her, and she's coming to check up on them. (meanwhile back at the Hotel....I'm now the male Spy) Cristina and I are arguing about how the job went sour, and we're going back and forth, and it's getting really heated. There's anger and sexual tension between us. She closed in on me really tight, still panting and said "you know what we should do"? We both sat down on the bed at the same time, and said "order pizza". I looked at the mirror and said "who writes these roles for me"? She said "well you know I never get naked in my movies anyway". Scene change. We're (two other agents and Cristina) at a parking lot where we think the guy is. I see a truck that has this black jug of stuff (I forget the name, but it specifically states that it's for killing people). Meanwhile one agent is talking about how no one ever mentions BP locks. "Master Lock gets all the credit" he continues. We get to a BP green locker that a child could have opened. Corny Jokes ensue.: "I bet i could have turned it to any random number and it would have opened" "Did he really lock this? It seems like he just glued it". (they were funny at the time....anyway) The table I'm standing on is wobbly so I tell one of the other agents to get it. He get's a silver chain, dog tags, and a penny out. There are ton of other documents but he's all like "this is all I need I got this". "And if you're wrong" I question. He doesn't say anything and we head inside the building. There's a fancy dinner going on, two choirs are singing, and Tyra Banks is hosting it. Recall goes completely blank here. Maybe there was some runway stuff going on...I know a cracked another joke somewhere. Then some guy comes out and says they're going to have a battle between the two choirs. "Old school vs. new school". They both sang the same song, but the old school choir was doing this dance with their hands up, while stomping back and forth (like zombie part in thriller) It was silly.
First dream was like I was in the cartoon South Park and it was all a cartoon and I was a character in the show. My new profile picture I made yesterday is probably the reason for that lol it was funny how a profile picture from a site about dreams influenced my dreams. I don't remember the details of the kind of episode I created for South Park in my dream but I know it was weird and funny because of how I felt when I woke up thinking about it. Second dream was me and a made up brother I had both were sort of collectors who go to auctions and sell and buy rare things and I had a cool small pet snake I could wrap around my fingers . Well this brother decided he will sell my knife collection (I actually have that so I was very emotional about it) and left for the auction before I did. I crashed the auction by smashing the crates until I found out which one was mine and yelled to the crowd that it was my collection and this brother was lying. The police were then shooting at me not believing what I said and thinking I was a robber because I was dressed like a spy . I ran into the thick woods across the street and hid while watching them surround me and could not believe they had police already in the woods (impossible eh?). I ran and found a sewer culvert and hid in that and followed it until I was in the main sewer line and I remember finally finding my brother away from the cops and convincing him to tell everyone that I was telling the truth. But the funniest thing about it was how he said to everyone that he learned an important lesson and while he said that a piano was playing in the background of my dream just like on South Park. I woke up after that because it is just natural for me because that is a sign that the episode is over on South Park. I woke up knowing I had a cool action packed comedy dream that night. Good Feeling.
Date: Aug.25/26 Time: Approximately 7:05 am Description: This is another non-lucid dream. It is only one dream, and it is only in fragments. I can't no matter how hard I try, remember much of anything. Even feelings are scarce. But nonetheless here it is. Dream: I am walking down a street and see somebody that I recognize (not a friend or anybody I know, it was a feeling of just going along with whatever the plot was). We have a place where we hang out. In this place, a water pipe is broken, but it still seems to work. This person I am with brings over a couple of girls to the house. One of these girls is more official than the other in their relationship to the guy. They both like each other too. This guy ends up wanting the official girl over the other women. I invite a couple of guys to this house we are at. DJ comes over and we mess with the computer, trying to lay down beats in FL studio. I pick up the headphones I use and give them to DJ. I end up back on the street walking the opposite way I was in the beginning of the dream.
Morning of November 9, 1974. Saturday. Two small creatures are arguing, but it seems more like I am hearing or reading a script at times. They are in my father’s old room (south end of the house) in the dark under a bed that is aligned along the west windows. One is like a small lobster or crawdad (a play on “father” and his comedic routines or “crawl dad”?), the other like a small crab. I am mostly only aware of their odd shadowy forms at one point. One is a “gig”, the other a “wag” (not sure which is which - probably the lobster is the “wag”, as a lobster has a tail). They argue about which one of them is better at various things, including standup comedy and what seems like an old Vaudeville (“Vaude” rhymes with “Claude”, both my father’s first name and mine) routine with each blaming the other about the end of Vaudeville. Not much happens. There is a point where they mostly end up only saying “…but I’m a gig” and “…but I’m a wag”. (“Gig” is the first part of “giggle” which relates to comedy and laughing, and “wag” is also short for “waggle” with the same last four letters as “giggle”.) I try to think of what the term “Gigs and Wags” means, and think “wigs and gags” after waking. I Googled the term “Gigs and Wags” but only got one match - a typo in a 1925 newspaper ad that reads “Gigs and Wags gons renovated” when it was supposed to be “Gigs and Wagons”, I think. I think this relates to plays on “Vaude”, “giggle” (again, for “gig”), “crawDAD”, and “crab” (in that my mother sometimes called herself a “crab” and was also a Cancer by the so-called zodiac sign). It may be a comedic or “downplayed” dream restaging of a lesser argument between my parents (which was in the back of my mind later on) as well as relate to my father’s celebrity status, though he was not primarily a comedian but a musician/singer (also in reference to “craw” for throat as he actually used that word to mean throat at times). It also relates, outside of the actual conversation (where the sex of the voices was not quite ascertained) the difference between male (lobster or crawdad in this case - and with a “tail” - which in Latin becomes the term for the male reproductive organ) and female (crab - some of which have a somewhat oval body and no “tail”).
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