I dreamed that my old pet rabbit was alive. I was in a room that was sort of a cross between an old apartment I lived in when I was 12, and my current apartment. The floors were the old ragged brown carpet from the old apartment... the layout was like the bedroom of my current one, except instead of a regular closet, there was a walk-in closet. I was keeping my bunny in there. I didn't want to keep her in her cage. IRL, her "cage" was really just her potty, and she was able to come and go as she pleased... it was basically just the crate I used to transport her to and from her vet, combined with being a litter pan. She didn't spend much time in there. She actually liked to just lie there in it with the door open, for some weird reason. I guess because it was "hers". Anyway, in the dream, though, somebody wanted me to keep her in there. It was way too small and dirty, so instead I kept her in the closet. In the dream, I remember sitting down in the closet and petting her, and playing with the fuzz on top of her head. I miss her. Then, I started wandering around the apartment naked. I recall lying on the carpet on my stomach (still naked) using a laptop. The carpet was the same sort of dull brown that the old apartment had, but sometimes it was also a wooden floor like my current apartment. It was late morning or early afternoon and there was a lot of sunlight... it may have been summer. The bed I was next to was a mess, unmade and covered in clothes. The mattress may have been lying directly on the floor. Then realized maybe i should wear some clothing, and put my fleece leopard-print onesie on. I woke up and I was cold, so that explains at least some of that dream. It was about 4 a.m. Tried to do visualizations, but too tired and needed all the sleep I could get, so I let it go. Then I dreamed I had a roommate who was a huge asshole and then suddenly stopped being one and I was suspicious of it. Tall dude with long blond hair who fancied himself a "metal head". Them I dreamed mom and I were driving around the city I currently live in with my brother, and she kept stopping and giving me painkiller injections to numb my mouth. Except they didn't numb my whole mouth. Specifically the left bottom side of my front teeth. My gums were all torn up and bloody there. So eventually she just gave me a syringe full of clear fluid and told me to use it. i asked what the dosage was, and she just shrugged. Then... We were on the upstairs part of a store... it had a similar layout and looked a lot like the grocery store down the street from us but also sold clothing etc... I wanted cupcakes. The ones on the upstairs clearance rack near the checkout lanes were gross looking and overpriced. Like $3.99 for 2 cupcakes with the frosting all messed up. The rest of the baked goods weren't what I wanted. I really wanted cupcakes. At some point, mom handed me 3 candy bar things. They were really thin fragile sheets of milk and white chocolate split diagonally along the length of the bar. They were in packaging that was simultaneously gold and shiny but also completely transparent. Unfortunately, they were so fragile that I accidentally broke 2 of them, one quite badly. I was worried they were ruined, that nobody would enjoy them that way, and apologized profusely to my mother. She didn't seem to care very much. After picking through the shelves of baked goods upstairs (it was really just one display), I went downstairs (the layout of the store was the same as IRL in a lot of ways, but had escalators instead of stairs) to the bakery section, where they weren't much better. I picked through what was there... A helpful employee tried to help me find something, but all of my options sucked, and the store wanted like $18 for a pack of 4 cupcakes. The cupcakes were all in terrible shape - chocolate cupcakes with the blue and green frosting sliding off or mostly stuck to the plastic package. Then at some point in between, we were driving around my old hometown, around one of the more run down areas... Brown figured heavily in the color palette... Lots of crumbling parking lots and dried out grass... it was midday, warm and very sunny, maybe it was late summer or early autumn. Mom was driving, I was in the front passenger seat, and my brother was in the back seat. I don't remember much about the car. It may have been my car, but I don't think it was. It wasn't a nice new car, in any case. Anyway, I had decided not to use the mystery syringe because I didn't know the dosing. So I had put the syringe in the glove box and was worried the cops would pull us over, find it, and think it was illegal drugs. But I didn't want to just throw it in the trash because I didn't want anybody to get a needle-stick. For some reason I had a cap, like a pen cap, that could go over the needle... I put it on and put the needle back in the glove box. I decided I'd find a sharps container in a bathroom somewhere and throw it out there. Then, I was back in the bakery section of the store, still trying to find cupcakes. There were big security monitors above the cashiers lanes, and writing would randomly appear transposed over the images and then disappear. At first it looked like it was that the monitor was scuffed up. I reasoned it was actually Security doing it from their office. Like they were "writing" on the images in real-time, although I couldn't figure out why. Woke up and thought about the fact that my dream recall hasn't been great and I hoped I wouldn't forget everything in the morning again. Fell asleep and dreamed about writing in my dream journal... In the dream, I had a notebook and pen on the nightstand. And my boyfriend wasn't there for me to wake up, I was alone in the bedroom. I had the light on and wrote in the notebook while sitting in bed. The walls were a sort of warm creamy yellow color, which they are not IRL. Then my alarm clock rang. The false-awakening dream journaling did actually help my dream recall. I really did basically write down everything from the past two dreams I'd had, which helped me remember them when I woke up for real!
Dream - Lucid This dream is an absolute jumbled mess, but I'll try to order it the best that I can. I was sitting on the couch in our living room. I had taken my medicine already and was struggling to keep my eyes open. I was messing with something on my phone, and apparently, I fell asleep while doing so. I then was dreaming (within the dream) about what looked like a SimCity view of, well, a city. It was a place I wanted us to move to, and moving was as simple as clicking a button. I remember placing buildings or something. I then woke up in the first dream. I had fallen asleep on the couch. I heard my husband's voice from the other room calling me. "You spend too much time on the internet," he said. I mean, he's absolutely right, but I wonder what would prompt him to say that? I then asked "Did I post a status in my sleep?" "Yes," he said. I had been fearing that I had done that. I "remembered" posting a status in my dream about the move. I then looked at my phone on what was supposed to be Facebook, but it didn't really resemble it at all. I had posted a status That said something like this: Hey! We decided to move to Nokia, Oregon! ________________________________ __________________________________________________ __________________ __________________________________________________ __________________ The lines are text that I can't recall at all. Holy crap! I posted a status in my sleep. I had a lot of comments on it that appeared like old message board responses (hard to explain what I mean...I guess kind of like how Reddit is set up). All the text was colored and the background was a dark color. I want to say the text was bright orange. I knew that didn't look right for Facebook even in the dream. I thought maybe the site just wasn't loading properly on my phone. I decided to get on the computer, which was located in the opposite corner of the room than it is IWL. I kept trying to get on Facebook, but I kept getting distracted and not doing it. I think I talked to Dallas a little, which was one of the distractions. I did eventually get on there, but it looked the same as it had on my phone. I also noticed that I had initially been posting a status saying I just found Snake on my phone! (link with the name of the game here; it was a Snake-like game that started with a T) but I had fallen asleep while doing so. There was also a string of one word statuses, some that were just text, one I remember saying "Sceeea" or something like that. At the end of the string was the long status about moving to Nokia, Oregon. I was so embarrassed, but I guess everyone else on Facebook found it funny judging by some of the comments (can't recall exactly what the comments said). Then, my daughter was there in the living room, standing by the door (I don't have any kids IWL). She was tall, skinny, and had very tan skin and medium length black hair. She had some acne on her face and had black, bushy eyebrows. She looked to be about 11 or 12 years old. I knew she was my daughter and that she'd been living with us, but I couldn't remember anything about her. I had been a terrible parent. I wasn't even sure who her biological father was. Judging by her tan skin, dark hair, and acne, it was either A or E. I decided it was time to start making an effort to know my daughter, and to really parent her and be there for her. She was about to go to school, but she was then over by a chair where the computer desk is IWL. She had her backpack, and took out a 12-count of cream cheese-iced cupcakes, ones that we sell at the bakery. Many of them had toppled over. I also noticed that there were two jumbo cupcakes from the bakery that were on the floor, toppled over. It must be her birthday, and she was going to bring cupcakes to school. I asked her "Do you want me to get you some more?" I don't remember if she answered me or not, but I was going to do it anyway. I had had no idea that her birthday was that day, but now I knew. I also had no idea what school she went to, and was afraid to ask. She pulled out a small, light muted green purse, and it had something written on it. I was hoping that it was the name of her school so I wouldn't have to ask, but it was just the brand of the purse, "Paulina". Well shit. She was then standing next to me, and I noticed that she was actually a bit taller than me (not hard to do). She was then gone, and I was "remembering" her as a baby, and how I wasn't active with her even then. I also "remembered" that my body made an awesome comeback from the pregnancy; I hadn't even looked like I had been pregnant. I then "remembered" miscarrying another pregnancy late in the pregnancy. I was laying in a hospital bed thinking I was in labor. I had a belly and everything. They had me doped up on pain medication, and told me that I lost the baby. I was so numb from the meds though, I didn't feel any emotion when they told me. I was trying to remember any pains I had had before the medicine, but I couldn't. I also remembered telling people, my husband included, that I didn't have any children, but I had just not remembered my daughter. I hadn't been trying to lie, I had just forgotten. ~ I have had many dreams about having a daughter whom I had forgotten about, the earliest one I remember being in 2011 or so. They are in this DJ, but I don't really want to search for them right now. I even had a meditation a month or so ago where I heard this voice say "I'm afraid my child will come home." I don't quite no what to make of it yet. I'm starting to get some ideas though. Also, I know I had a dream before this one, but I can't recall it anymore. I could in the middle of the night, but then I had this dream.
This is what i remember: - We were throwing a surprise party for one of my friends - I remember there were cupcakes with frosting - It was at some place near the sea - One of my friends told me " I left a space to eat something sweet that you made" (I bake a lot) - One of my friends told me she hates Paris and when i asked her why she told me it was a secret and she wouldn't tell me .
Morning of August 29, 2013. Thursday. One part of my dream is related to seeing a park as if in a documentary (although it seems I am actually there at times). The first person seems normal other than having about three large layers of completely loose skin on the right side of his head, which also have a bit of hair. Mostly, there are interviews regarding the day-to-day challenges of life. Parts of the skin actually seem slightly larger than his head in particular areas. Later on, the deformities become more and more diverse. There is a person who is like Schlitzie the pinhead. One of the people looks very small (only about two feet tall) and also as if he has a mostly blue body and a head that looks like a baby bird with fuzzy fly-like (but not bulging) eyes and a straight black fuzzy beak instead of a mouth but yet is also more mouse-like overall than bird-like. (He looks a little like the Muppet Gonzo crossed with the aliens at the end of Star Trek’s “Cat’s Paw” episode in some ways.) However, this still does not seem all that unusual to me. I focus on the rather bizarre imagery and think that he is probably no different than other people in terms of mind, thought, and desires (even though the brain would be very small). There is another section of my dream that seems to have no direct connection to any aspect of my usual thoughts and aspirations. I work for various well-known actors, one of them a young Sean Connery. My job is to “rescue” certain parts of paintings (almost as if they were “alive” in some way), such as the Mona Lisa, supposedly owned by Sean Connery who I later see at a larger open area in a park near at least two picnic tables with several other people gathered - and other paintings that are in museums in real life, but owned by actors in my dream. There are several repeating scenarios in terms of main ideas, but very diverse in imagery and even mood at times. A strange, very unattractive, unkempt, and chubby woman (about forty) has the Mona Lisa. I need to get in and get out of her house safely, taking the parts of the painting that need to be “rescued”, which in this case, are the lips; upper lip and bottom lip separately. I have special weapons and items to help me in my work. I use a special, rather complex knife to cut out the upper lip, which seems more and more three-dimensional and a piece of art and sculpture in itself. The same is true for the taking out of the bottom lip, which I do without too much trouble. The female thief is very angry, but I manage to stop her from killing me by running a two-toned (in color, purple and white) retractable rod through her upper body, which takes a few attempts. The rod is like a more complex device that is somewhat antenna-like in that the two differently-colored sections can collapse into each other for ease of carrying on a mission. The woman is not even hurt that much it seems (even though I am certain there were wounds through her whole body), but I manage to get away with the stolen “art”. It seems likely that she is part of a gang of art thieves. I vaguely worry that people at the park gathering will eat the cake (or “lips”), which now looks like sections of fancy cupcakes that I try to arrange a bit more neatly near the edge of the picnic table, with a few crumbs falling away here and there - even some of the several layers not quite “in line” - and I will not get any recognition of my accomplishments (or having risked my life) in my work and special missions. (I may be the only active agent of such missions.) People meander about, oblivious to the art recovery. I think of trying to get Sean’s attention, but I do not actually attempt it. However, it does seem I am paid somehow, and I eventually understand that I now have $600.00 in my wallet (along with other papers, which possibly relate to spying) as I shift into a different dream. My dream that followed the above one is fairly simple; involving mostly walking about in various locations with the pinhead I knew in real life. Known precognitive/postcognitive elements: As usual (but only occasionally documented online), there were very precise precognitive and postcognitive elements relating to real life: 1. Page 11 (half the “master number” and a “key” itself) of a library book (I had not seen) my wife and sons had been working with is called “Let’s Eat Cake!” (with pictures of cupcakes everywhere) and in the list it has “Can you spot…” and “a mouse?” (regarding the “freak” mouse/bird/human creature) following. This is also comparable to the concept of being a spy or detective and finding certain hidden things by separating them from the more complex setups. 2. The next page (which they had spent time trying to work out and my wife said she “had in her mind” for awhile) has “Can you spot…” followed by both “a cupcake” and “a pair of wax lips”. In the actual photo, the pair of wax lips has, under it, a device that looks very similar to the “weapon”/rod from my dream and is also of the same two colors (purple and white).
01/12/12 Reduce, Reuse, Recycle I am at a Walmart with my friend Alicia. We are looking through the store for nothing in particular, just browsing and chatting a bit. I look at a few items, I look at a couple of outfits that I think won't fit me and then I look at the reason why they won't fit… a display of cupcakes and cookies… I think maybe I'll get a single cupcake that way it will be a onetime indulgence rather than something I keep doing over and over. I pick up the cupcake and without thinking about it I start eating. No one says anything to stop me and I finish it soon, absently tossing the wrapper in a trash can. Alicia and I go to the front to check out. I go to pay for my cupcake and I realize I threw the wrapper away… I have nothing left of it! What I am holding is two empty toilet paper tubes… um… I have no idea why I picked those up… but the cashier is giving me a strange look at the idea I am looking to pay for them. So I figure I'll just go throw them away while Alicia checks out. She has selected a couple items including shampoo and soap. I go over to a trash can and toss the tubes in and then I do a double take. There is a huge stack of paper in there, it looks like someone emptied a file cabinet or something. It is not dirty with other trash and it is clearly recyclable. I grab a cart and take the paper out so I can put it in a recycle bin somewhere. I notice some of it is even blank, I can use that! I look back to make sure I have it all, I have taken a stack about a foot tall! There's a bit more paper, and someone threw away a perfectly good binder! There is also a school text book in there. It isn't one I have interest in, but why throw it away? Donate it to Good Will or something! I take the backpack, binder, and book out. There is a bit more paper in there which I also take. Alicia is there beside me now asking what I am doing. I comment to her how wasteful people can be. The cashier who checked us out is also looking. I ask her if she can believe someone threw all that away instead of recycling and donating. She says she had thought the same thing when someone threw it in. Alicia and I are walking back to my car, I am wondering how I am going to keep the paper from going all over the car. I decide I can put some of it in the backpack. I open the backpack and find a pair of sneakers in there that look brand new! I wonder if they will fit me… who would throw those away?! I am looking at the sneakers and thinking if they don't fit me, maybe they'll fit Alicia. I am about to try the shoes on when I wake up.
Date: 30/08/11 Time: Some time around 3:30am Memory Clarity: 2/10 So I was in an area where I used to hang out at school, with some friends. We were in the process of cleaning small, living gummy fishes, putting them in bags and then doing something else with them. I then left the area after doing this for an unspecified amount of time, and walked to another area of the school, where a small table was there with cupcakes on top. There were some people milling about, so I took the cupcakes and handed them around. Someone had left a katana (samurai sword) on the table, and it was at this point that I realised that I was, in fact, a samurai, with my own sword. There was a person there asking everyone if the sword was theirs, so I volunteered to safeguard it for the moment, and put it in my belt opposite my own sword. However, an acquaintance from school then came and offered to do the same. It all worked out though, because there was another sword there, so we had one each. That was all, nothing of great importance.
NON DREAM DREAM LUCID I am standing in the hallway of my school and I see Mr. Moesby from the show Suite Life On Deck. He and I are upset that we can't get into this one school club (can't remember what it was for) because we don't qualify. But then, Moesby gets in, because he has gray hairs. I somehow also get in the club, along with my friend C. C and I are sitting in this classroom with a bunch of older people as part of the club. As I'm sitting in a desk in the back of the room, I notice a hole in the ground. Inside, I see a big group of chipmunks trying to get through, because they also wanna be part of this exclusive club. There is a groundhog (though he looks more cartoonish) trying to hold them off. Soon, C and I realize how lame this club really is. We switch back to our old class, which was my 5th hour. Me and C are now sitting on the ground in front of the classroom waiting to go inside, but we can't because there is a green net covering the doorway. Inside is my friend M, who says no one else can come inside because she still needs to change. As we're sitting there, I realize that C and I forgot to bring any of our supplies to class, and we both only have a pencil. As I look inside the classroom, I see the art teacher setting up a bunch of cupcakes on a clear plastic cupcake display thing. I decided that since there was still some time left before class started, I would go to the bathroom. I walk down the hallway and find a bathroom way at the end of the hall, which was never there before. I walk inside, and I have to walk up these steps to get to the one toilet in the room. The toilet is just sitting there in the middle of the room. There is no stall. There is also a bathtub. As I shut the door behind me, a boy named J runs inside and crouches behind the door. I say, "Really? The girl's bathroom, J?" But he ignores me. It's obvious that he's on the run and he's hiding from somebody. I just say, "Well, don't look, then, because I have to use the bathroom." He can't see from where he is, anyways. I sit down to go to the bathroom, and I do. I even remember thinking, oh, I hope this doesn't mean I'm going to the bathroom in real life! (This isn't the first time I've made a reference to lucid dreaming in my dream, without realizing that I was actually dreaming! Grr, very frustrating!) I'm all done going to the bathroom, but that's when I realize the bathroom has no ceiling, so anyone on the second floor can see down on me. Of course, that's when a ton of people crowded around the edge and started staring at me. I yelled at them to go away so I could leave without them staring at me. But of course they didn't go anywhere. Suddenly, one kid, called K, jumped down into the bathroom and landed in the bathtub, and everyone is momentarily distracted by him. I take it as an opportunity to jump up and get the heck outta there. I'm walking down the hall and back to my classroom. As I enter, it seems like no one had even noticed I was missing, even though the class was very close to over. I walk up to my art teacher who is still there for some reason, because I see her carrying a tray with the remaining 4 cupcakes. I ask her if I can have one because I haven't had one yet. She says, "Oh, you haven't had seconds or thirds? Here, take 2 cupcakes!" I only took one cupcake, for some reason. It had hot pink frosting, sprinkles, and an aluminum wrapper. I ate it in a few quick bites, but then I was covered in icing and crumbs and I was very sticky. I walked out of the room to try and find a drinking fountain to rinse off. I woke up. I immediately checked to make sure I hadn't wet the bed. I didn't. WHEW!
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