Airport I remember it was night and me, my friend Lajja and some other guy were hanging out. I had flown to Wellington in order to hang out with her, we were all going to fly back to Auckland tomorrow. I woke up in the morning and there was some issue with the flight, like Lajja had forgotten to book her tickets or we missed the plane. We have to go and get new tickets, I'm not really stressed about any of this though. We're in the waiting room which is split in two by a set of folding shutter doors. I sit in the second room while everyone else sits in the first room. I think I did it because it was quieter? The air hostess comes to tell the next few people to proceed, this happens a couple times but not once does she alert the 2nd room. I'm aware she's not doing this, the first time it happens I opened up the shutter doors a bit so she wouldn't ignore it. The 2nd time she still ignores it, so I pull the doors open all the way... The 3rd time she does it again, fucks sake. I just get up and head out instead of waiting, telling myself to just go ahead since Lajja and the other guy went with the hostess the 3rd time. I see them down on the floor below, connected to my floor by a set of escalators. Lajja and the guy are holding hands for some reason, I find this weird since they're not dating and Lajja has a boyfriend already. I head down to meet them and ask if they got the tickets, the guy says "Oh yeh, but uhh whoops I forgot yours, sorry mate". I instantly pick up that he did it on purpose, he's trying to sit alone with Lajja on the plane. I have to go buy my own ticket now. Plane I'm on board of a plane, it's a sort of continuation from the last dream (though I definitely recall waking up between them). The plane is quite small with 1 or 2 seats on either side of the walkway. My dad is on the plane next to me or in front of me, we're talking and I briefly look away from him mid-conversation. When I look back at him it's my mum instead. What the...? I'm a bit confused, wasn't I just talking to my dad? Or maybe it was my mum.. Everything feels real, I decide that 'maybe' it's a dream (although I don't even feel like it is). I do a reality check and it succeeds much to my surprise. I stand up and try to stabilise, recalling some advice about making the most of lucids by maximising lucidity and awareness. My mind is a bit chaotic though... I try to force the lucidity to the max and it sort of works but the dream isn't very stable. I can tell because it was bright at first and the world was gradually getting darker and darker. I'm in my flat room now, kind of feels like everything is spinning. I try to escape the room, thinking that maybe moving and engaging the dream will help extend it. I fly out through the window but end up awake. Crap. I do a reality check and succeed, I guess I just had a false awakening. I'm in my bed, I clamber out of it and I'm wearing heaps of clothes which are a bit restricting, it's quite dark and getting darker... I wake up for real.
Waited too long to write these down. My dreams this night stood out by how relatively happy and peaceful they were. In the first one, my entire family was still together (I live alone now, dad and mom divorced) like in the old days. Of the second one I only remember my dad muttering orders to an imaginary army, and me pointing out how absurd this is. There was much more, all forgotten.
Dream The dream begins with me and someone else running towards a house at night. We're trying to free the ghost of a girl who was murdered, she haunts the house we're heading to. We go inside and walk around for a while, I can't remember how but we avenge her spirit. I'm in the lounge with the ghost while my friend heads off somewhere. She looks about 17-18 with medium length Egyptian style black hair, she's quite attractive but I'm nearly 5 years her senior so I have an 'eh no thanks' thought going through my head. I sit down on the couch, it's a pretty simple square room which has either a beige or light yellow wallpaper to colour. She wants to thank me for helping her, so she flicks the lights off... It's pitch black and I can feel her getting closer to me, she kisses me but I have a feeling she's up to something. I turn the light back on and tell her I'm not interested, I say something like "I'll go check to see if my parents are ready to leave yet". I still felt some kind of evil about her, I didn't want to fall for her seductive ruse. I head into the next room, it's a lounge that resembles the one in my parents' house. My mum is sitting on the leather couch with my dad sitting on the arm of the chair, between them is a damply lit lamp that sets a heavy tone. It feels like they were talking about some adult problems before I walked in and interrupted. "Are we leaving soon?" I ask, "yes we're just about to head out" my mum replies. I get changed into my pj's, they have dinosaurs on them I think.. I feel like I'm a little kid and we're heading home after being out camping for a week. We're in the car now, I'm sitting in the back seat, my parents are in front with my dad driving. It's still dark outside, though not completely. There's a torrential downpour too... The road we're on is coastal, to the left is a rocky cliff rising up high while to the right is a rocky seawall with big waves lapping up against it. We drive around a bend on the road and an epic scene awaits, a huge shape bursts from the water. At first I'm unsure about what it is, but I recognize that it's something from Avatar the Last Airbender (it isn't...). I think to myself that it must be a multi-legged bug monster or the evil mecha episode, except it's happening live (it strikes me as odd that it's only just happening yet I've supposedly seen the episode). I get a closer look and realize it's the evil mecha episode, oh fuck. I remember how in the episode it gets chased by a good mecha and they collide near the bridge crossing, breaking the bridge. Fuuuuu... It would take forever to get home if the bridge broke :/. "DAD! Speed up! We have to get across the bridge!" I yell, hoping that I've convinced him despite knowing that I'm a kid and that no one believes kids.. He speeds up though, we're flooring it and the evil mecha is accelerating with a huge gush of water jetting into the sky from the speed its going at. We come to the turn at the bridge, my dad does a turn and break to skid the car to a stop (no easy feat with slick of water), we bump into a side wall slightly before accelerating again. The evil mecha has arrived at the bridge and turns around to face the approaching good mecha. Our car crossing the bridge, the torrential rain pelting the roof, the huge mechas shrouded by a thin mist as they charge towards each other. Everything happens in that moment, the mechas collide as the car touches the otherside of the bridge, a huge force explodes outwards and obliterates the bridge behind us. I'm thrown out of the car as it skids to a halt by the edge of road. I fly through the air and land in the ocean, there's something else that flew out with me though and I try to swim and get it. Fuck, it's too far... There's a dinghy nearby, I'm anxious about the water depth so I swim over to it. It's almost completely submerged, but atleast I put it under me to ward any sharks away. There's a rope attached and my parents start pulling me back to shore. There's a minor scene change, instead of heading back to the shore I'm in the water again. My parents are in the dinghy and I swim over, my dad wants to show me what to do in this sort of situation and is being all like "Oh so just in case this ever happens to you and you're on your own I'll show you what to do". He was just inferring it was good time to practice. The dreams ends here .
I'm with a group of lads and where doing all sorts ot challanges, next thing I know I get something thrown at me and I don't know what so we all decide to put our boxing gloves on and let the girls take care of us. the boxing gloves are the comfiest gloves I've ever worn in my entire lad, they felt so nice and where designed really well. the girls seemed to like the gloves which is what made them be attractive to me! although it didn't last very long because we went back out side again. I remember being with some guy and we was on some home made slay and we came upto some bill and we went flying down so fast it looked amazing! going down so fast we fell off on the ground, we knock dead bodies and find zombies just laying there on the floor. we where trapped, I jumped over and the fat guy needed a hand but I didn't get him. the fat guy game into the field as a zombie, I start teasing him since he's a slow zombie, I start running away from him, running around him, close to him! i notice how someone tried to throw something at me this time, i unaware ot what it was, but it was some sort of stone and one of the lads asked what colour it was and I said jet back, then we knew who where throwing them, these 2 lads so a get back on our amazing gloves and head Inside to the girls. it was different this type of dream, there was 2 other girls and I fell in love with one. something bad happened but I'm not sure what but we went to my dads house in waking life ( I don't see him anymore) and it looked different the staircase an all. I had a dream about lucid dreaming once again, I was in some room, I seen a playlist and I scrolled through the playlist and seen WILD so I clicked and listened to it and then I took the head phones back off, as I have lots of trouble with WILD. Now, I am talking to a man and he says "if you dont work hard for something then you don't really want it" this is my favuroute thing about the dream, even though it's a short sentence it felt powerful. So since we did something wrong I go down to apologize to my dad for our behaviour, he is alot different in my dream, he's more gentle, more understanding, and I told him what he had done, he was not happy about it but then he whispered to me "I've done bad things too" and this made me feel a whole lot better. as I mentioned I don't see my dad in waking life, I seen presents on the side thinking they must be for me, but I didn't really pay attention to it. me and the gang are back out and we hunted a snake and killed it, because we turned into wolves!
I had a bunch of dreams last night. The most I have remembered in a while. I think it really helps that I told myself the night before that I needed to remember them so I could write them in my Dream Journal. None of them were particularly long or vivid. But I'm glad I remembered what I did. Dream 1: I was in my old childhood neighborhood. I saw a nearby house (one East of the school) had burned down. Then as I watched I saw a big truck some barreling down the street and smash in to the house next to it. It was quite shocking I hoped the people inside were okay since the truck took about a third of the house down. Later I am in the house next to the two that had been destroyed. I am with a former roommate Bonna and a few freinds. I told them I had a really bad feeling about staying in this house. I was sure that this house was next to be destroyed. I finally convinced them to evacuate. It was then like a treehouse because we were climbing down a ladder. I'm pretty sure that I noticed a fire in the house as soon as were were down. [This was inspired because I had looked up my old neighborhood on Google maps before bed.] Dream 2: I was walking down the street in a neighborhood near the church I went to growing up in LA. I suddenly realized that I could fly. I don't think I was lucid, yet some of my actions were similar to things I do while lucid. I flew slowly straight up in the air. I started to have trouble getting very high. I knew my trick for flying was to not push myself higher, but to make the scenery move around me. So I focused on the scenery getting lower and lower around me, and I saw that I was getting quite high. But then I found myself under some power lines. I've heard that this is a problem for some lucid dreamers, but I've only had this happen once before. I realized that I was very close to the energized lines. I could hear a buzz and feel my hair start to stand up on my head and arms. [This was also inspired because I had looked up my old neighborhood on Google maps before bed.] Dream 3: I don't remember how this dream started but I found myself in a large room. I had no pants on. I think I was doing laundry. But then these guys started coming into the room to play video games. I think Kasey, Daniel, and David were there. I tried to get my pants on quickly before they noticed. I should have gotten lucid on this one. Dream 4: I was in a Japanese store buying what was called "noodles" but it looked more like a crumbly cake. The Japanese man who ran the store asked if I were traveling. I said, No, I was local. Dream 5: I went in this large kitchen. I was barefooted. I noticed something on the ground right in front of the fridge. As I looked closer I saw that someone had stepped on a tarantula. Its body had been squished, but it was still alive and trying to walk and pull it's mangled body with it. it was a horrible sight. There was a huge amount of white paste-like guts coming out the back of the spider. I wanted to kill it and put it out of its misery, but I had no shoes on and couldn't step on it. But I didn't know if I could have anyway. [This was inspired by an incident that happened earlier that day where I found a big black widow and tried to kill it with a shovel. I only hit it's body the first time and had to give it a second whack. Hate when that happens.] Dream 6: I was trying to sleep. I realized that my bed was in a crowded mall or airport. I was in a smaller room that was just off the main area, but the head of my bed was right were the opening of the room connected. It gave me a weird feeling to have all these strangers walking within a few feet of my head. I thought of trying to move my bed further into the room so I wouldn't be as close. But then I started hearing what I thought was hypnagogic audio hallucinations. I could hear a man's voice clearly talking in my head. I remembered the times that I had been able to write down some of those weird things that were said in hallucinations in the past. I wanted to start writing down what I was hearing. I carefully found a pencil and paper without waking myself up completely. I started to write down what the man was still saying in my head. I no longer remember what was being said. Dream 7: I was starting a hike with friends. I realized that I wasn't as prepared as I thought. I didn't have on my hiking boots. I had on sandals with a pair of socks. I tried to remember where we were hiking. This could work if we were hiking through water. Dream 8: I was sitting with my family. My dad (who passed away many years ago) was there talking to the family. I remember feeling happy about this, but at the time I didn't realize why.
I am with my mother, my father, my sister and a cousin. We have to go somewhere urgently. We go by car, I'm driving. At one point, I realize that we are all in the middle of an intersection which is dangerous, besides we're not in a car. So I insist that we should all get in the car again, although I do not see the car anywhere. I see cars going very fast down the road and afraid we run over us. Then I see my mother wears a strange hat, she decided to leave on one side of the road and my cousin climbs by an embankment very agile and quickly and incorporated into a wide road and in good condition. The rest of the party were on a narrow road and is spoiled, I see a big truck comes and I think it is going to cause an accident (I feel overwhelmed). The truck stops before arriving where we are and nothing happens.
Let's look at it from the bright side, yesterday I had nothing, nada, zero Today there's a fragment: I have to write things on small notes, and we're all sitting in squares, my dad is involved again
Fell asleep: 11:30 P.M. (with trazodone) Woke up: 9:02 A.M. 9 hours 18 minutes sleep last night 7 hours 38 minutes restful sleep 1 hours 39 minutes restless sleep 82 % restful sleep Dream: I was exploring a new house we were staying at, and I started finding secret doors, but they all just seemed to be alternate paths to other parts of the house until I found this one that led to a dark room. I tried turning on my activity watch's backlight but I don't know if it worked. Still, I could see better, as I spotted books on a table to the left. I could see that they were probably all just romance but I had to be certain, so I walked up to them and skimmed through them with my eyes. Yep, romance. At some point I realized this was just another familiar room, that it didn't maybe lead to someone else's house like I speculated after I heard a TV running. Then I realize that someone is coming over - dad. Not knowing what else to do, I waited until he was to my right and yelled "Boo!". He wasn't surprised, as usual. I'm exploring a specific section of the house. I'm crouched down on the floor looking in the nooks and crannies of a shelf or something, and there's a bunch of objects stuffed in there. There's a kid to my right and I realize it was probably him that did it. I pulled out a handful of writing utensils. Then I start looking for diapers, but all I find is toys and stuff. Fragment: Looking through a hidden house full of some kind of historical stuff packed away, a man discovers me, another pile of hidden stuff back outside near a tree. Wakeups: 1:35 A.M. for 23 minutes 3:45 A.M. for 16 minutes 7:20 A.M. for 41 minutes 9:02 A.M. for 15 minutes
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Woke up at 5.10, not remembering a dream. I stayed up for 35 minutes but when I went back to bed I felt it was useless to go for a WILD, I turned to my side, used a mantra about remembering my dreams and fell asleep. At the 7.10 alarm I remembered nothing, still wasn't motivated for a WBTB and slept some more. Woke up at 8.50: This is not about you My dad called me (he doesn't live in the same country as I do) and told me how he'd had a letter/message of a friend of mine (he didn't say who). He was very worried about it. I asked him to tell me more, because I can't really help when the information is that vague. He told me that my friend had described the problems he has with his wife and how this was all quite problematic for him (my dad). I insisted... what do you mean... how is this a problem for you? In the meantime I was also wondering why my friend would tell my dad about this, how did he manage to find out where my dad lives? We weren't on the phone anymore by now, we were walking in between big greenhouses. I was getting angry with my dad, why can't he just be straightforward and say what is on his mind, and .... how could he be so egocentric thinking this was about him? It finally came out: Because my friend told my dad about his marriage problems, my dad thought that I was having an affair (with my friend)! And that would be very difficult for him. Steam was coming out of my ears! I'm not having an affair, I'll never leave my husband, my friend has big problems and has a really difficult time, why do you always think that you are the victim... this is not about you!!!! I woke up feeling angry.
I was really tired last night, for no special reason. I tried to read while my husband was watching a soccer match, but I kept dosing off. Went to bed at 21.45! Woke up at 3.20 with a fragment on my mind. Maybe it wasn't even a dream fragment, but that would make it a really strange thought, so I'm going to count it as a fragment. Fragment 1: All my dreams from the period of sleep that I just woke from were on a wooden cutting board. I tilted it and with my big knife I pushed them off, straight into my DJ… I went straight back to sleep, too tired to do a WBTB and woke up at 6.15 remembering: The bishop My father, mother, me and ? arrive by bike at a big sports hall. Apparently we'll be visiting the celebration of a jubilee of an African bishop in there. We put our bikes in the designated outside area for bikes. Once inside the hall I take part in a workshop for "upcycling" (making something new and better out off used garments) clothes. I make myself a wide cream coloured, two layered top with a dark brown edge along the neckline. When I'm ready I start looking for my father and mother. I push through the crowd, some people recognize me and compliment me on my blouse. Proudly I tell them that I made it myself, without a pattern, just like that. A young woman thinks it's too big. I shrug my shoulders. What do you want, first time ever, without help… I want to leave and find out that my parents have already left. I wonder if they would have left my bike there. There are a lot of bikes there but I don't recognize mine. I grab a ladies bike that is not locked and cycle of to the right, into town. After going for a while I decide that it's not right and I return to where I came from. I put the bike back, next to a woman (who looks like Marion that I met in the village last Sunday morning) is putting hers away. The two bikes lean against each other and she says; "Be careful now, don't touch them anymore". Together we walk towards the buildings. "To go to Brandons you have to go straight here and turn right later on" she says, pointing at the apartment buildings far away. "That's not where I'm going" I say to her and go in the direction of the sports hall. "Oh", she says "for Randen it's in there". I think she's full of nonsense and go inside. I move through the crowd until I find a group that includes my aunt Nelly and her daughter Anita. I talk to them for a bit until I see my dad. He's carrying a cotton bag and takes out a pair of pink pants so that I can get changed. I tell him that I want to say goodbye to the bishop before we go. The bishop is a big black man. He's "dressed" in a shiny, wooden case, only his head sticks out. It's a bit like a coffin, but the form is more rounded. He's standing up, watching a movie (?) that's being projected on a screen. There is a big case filled with boxes that contain parts of the movie. I guess that this is the present he's had. I say goodbye to him. He says that he's very happy that I came and he puts his hand on my head as a blessing gesture. When I wake up next at 8.30 I remember 3 fragments, of which two are from the same dream: Fragment 2: Don't do that….. I'm sure you will not be able to get all of it back! Fragment 3: My dad, his wife, me, my husband and our youngest son are in a room together. My son is sitting in the corner of a sofa and preparing himself a smoke. I say to my husband, "The boy is only 15, are you okay with that?" He shrugs his shoulders. I'm angry, I grab my stuff and leave. I'm annoyed with myself, I've got nowhere to go, I haven't got the key to the car, or our house. I should have tried to find a solution instead of running off. Fragment 4: My dad's wife is not feeling well. I want to leave and that's what I do. Just a bit later I see my dad and his wife following me. He's sort of dragging her along because she's feeling really bad. When they get to where I am my dad starts climbing on top of something and she lies down on the side of the road. I say to her that I'm very sorry, I didn't mean to do this to her, she could have stayed at home.
Dream I was in my house with my dad, it was dark and I was trying to show him something on a game called Age of Mythology: The Titans Expansion. I was pointing out how to win the game, you'd need a titan and that titans, being the strongest unit, end up deciding whether or not you win the game. He kept pissing me off because his hand kept touching mine and it was in the way. I told him to f off, he wasn't doing it one purpose but I didn't want to touch him. Everytime I try to show him the titans in the game (we're watching some cinematic intro thing) he misses the titan that appears. I finally get him to look and he sees it, before he was comparing it to some movie that had titans in it. They're doing epic stuff, I remember one belonging to the Egyptians and it was a sphinx I think. There was another that made a huge tidal wave, belonging to Poseidon. I was trying to get across to my dad that Oranos had the strongest titan due to an upgrade you can get which allows him to regenerate really fast and have more health + damage than other titans (this is a real thing in the game, I made a rule with my friend that we couldn't play him because it's just too OP -.-).
Dream 1 - Ankh-morpork I was in Ankh-Morpork (from Terry Pratchetts Discworld novels) and I was joining the Thieves Guild. I remember wandering the streets not far from the Mended Drum. Dream 2- Kitchen Anger I'm my parents house, in the kitchen. I'm really annoyed at my dad, he did something or said something frustrating as hell. Me and my mum are making breakfast as we talk and she's talking to me about not getting worked up over it, I go to the fridge and, with a spoon, get a gob-full of cream and eat it. It's the same kind of cream they have at the top of non-homogenized milk, but it's just sitting on the fridge shelf without even being on a plate.. And there's a lot of it, like tower of cream. My dad comes into the kitchen to make his breakfast, me and my mum finished whatever it was he was going to eat. He starts making bacon and eggs, geeze.. for breakfast, really? I think at some point he was done and I turned on the stove and he puts his hand down without looking and burns himself. FUUU damn it dad! I try turn the stove off quickly, what an idiot. At this point the flattee from downstairs is in the kitchen for some reason, and he has two friends with him. My mum is insinuating to me not to get annoyed at my dad in front of them because it would be embarrassing or something, though I feel the same way. Dream 3 - Lucid in the village I'm in the town area of where I live (it's part of the city, but there's so many trees out here that you wouldn't know it) and I'm walking by the bird cafe. There's people milling about and I start to tune into the fact that I'm dreaming... It comes slowly, the awareness building in me until I attain lucidity. Everything around me is crisp and detailed, really vivid. I can feel my arms clearly, I decide to walk forward and as I do so I notice a decreases in stability. Hm, I focus on the sensations in my arms which are intense.. Like all tingly and fuzzy. I start trying to think of what the TotM is but just can't seem to get access to my memories. I think I've stabilized enough now, I continue onwards and think about the TotM more. Eventually the feeling in my arms fades and I lose stability again, I then wake up. So close Emnition! Was a pain to be lucid and not be able to remember anything. It was really good for a lucid though, lots of detail like there was an old granny sitting on a chair by a table outside the cafe. Also there were people passing by in front of me to cross the road. Anyways, next tim
Dream It all happened in my parents house, there were 2 teams split by the top deck and the downstairs. Also, the stairs which lead downstairs from the outside deck were in the old place (they've been moved since last year). I was on the top deck team, I kept my guard up as I had a feeling we'd be getting attacked soon. I hid in a corner by the door and just as one of the enemies approached the door I slammed my hand on the window of the door, right where his face was looking through. He gets jump scared and dashes backwards, I chase after him and in his panicked state he jumps off the deck to the bottom of the stairs and break his ankles. I won! Yay! But then I realize that I should probably get help.. I go call for my dad and he comes down the stairs in the wetsuit he uses for surfing.
Morning I was in a Warframe game. There is a massive Grineer offensive. Evening 10:14pm I was looking at a computer. I was chatting with someone. Mom? Mom was asking me to go home and help. I told her I am. The screen theme is black with some scattered windows. I woke up in the living room. I heard someone. I went out the yard and saw mom in the backyard getting a pipe off a dog house. I went to her. I told her I didn't hear her come in or that she's coming. She said dad told her I'm her (or that dad opened the gate). I told her "But dad is dead." Then I realized it's all a dream, and I immediately became lucid, the dream improved in quality but I felt I was also quickly losing the dream. I hugged mom and music was playing in the background (lyrics, something like "Sana naman"). It sounded happy but for some reason, I felt very sad. A photo popped out or slipped off from somewhere and it covered my entire view. The background is inside a church and the focus is on a woman sitting on the pews, facing towards the right where the altar would have been but it's not the picture. She was reading something, and a white book is covering her face so it's unclear. I felt it was supposed to be mom but she looks more like our aunt (who we call "mommy"). --- Notes: - I've been thinking of going home for a while now. - Dad died a little over a year ago. - Our 10-year-old dog died this month.
Jan 3 (afternoon?) I was doing parkour. I was in some place with an unfinished building. There are a lot of sand. There was a fight. People were running away. I got frustrated and tried to attack the one shooter in camouflage clothing, which happened to be female. It was time to sleep. I have to wake up early tomorrow but I stayed up late. I was in our hometown. Dad was alive. I was happy he wasn't dead. We talked of going to Bambang via the PNR train. We're looking for a plumber.
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