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    1. Vacuuming Trouble

      by , 03-03-2018 at 07:48 AM
      Morning of March 3, 2018. Saturday.



      In the last segment of my dream, I find myself holding a vacuum cleaner. I start to vacuum the floor, which has the appearance, to some extent, of the area near the entrance to my room in Cubitis (where I had not lived since 1978). However, it also has the essence of our present home.

      Over time, as I am vacuuming, there is a point at which the vacuum cleaner’s sound decreases. The suction becomes minimal, though I am still able to vacuum a little longer. I vacuum up small paper scraps as well as dust and small debris. Finally, the vacuum cleaner’s sound is almost inaudible. I bend the hose at different angles to see if that helps release any debris in the blocked area, but it does not seem to be working. As I am twisting the hose, my focus is to my left, the side the vacuum cleaner is mostly oriented toward.

      Eventually, in hypnopompic revelation (the emergent consciousness factor of liminal space, where the meaning of my dream is revealed to me), I discover that the blood circulation of my left arm had been cut off to a greater extent than usual, as I was sleeping on it. Thus, the blocked vacuum cleaner hose was autosymbolism for my left arm’s blocked circulation. RAS mentally prepared me for this with my dream’s focus on the blocked hose to resolve the issue as soon as possible after my dream’s cessation. (This is known as biological pattern matching.)

      My dream’s beginning is associated with the glymphatic system and the evidence that the clearance of interstitial waste products increases during the resting state.


    2. dirty swimming pool

      by , 01-01-2018 at 04:57 PM
      I dreamt an old friend of mine wanted to hangout. For some reason I asked if their parents were going to be there. Fast forward and we are going swimming. There is a pool in front of us (maybe Im at a bbq of some sort) I notice theres grass all in this outdoor pool. The water is clear but it looks like someone took a fist full of grass and just threw it in there. I look over and there is another inground pool it has dirt in it. Not enough to darken the water but just enough to look and see that there is dirt in it (maybe someone kicked up the dirt from the bottom). I dip my feet in it and then decide the pool isn't worth it and get out.
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    3. [28/29-01-2017: 15th & 16th competition night]

      by , 01-29-2017 at 11:12 PM (Snehk's Dreamlands)
      28-01-2017
      Bathroom

      It was evening, I took some clothes and went to bathroom to take a shower. The place looked like before renovation, it was horribly dirty. There was some sewage in bathtub, I opened lid of the toilet seat and saw an utter mess of mud, excretes and random junk, even bread loaves. I flushed the water and it started raising, then abruptly lowered with an ominous gurgle. This acually made me happy, I thought that I've dealt with some problem in a nice way.

      WBTB attempt.

      Fragment

      I recall bits of a dream, a fragment that I can't quite wholly recall. I was in house, probably kitchen, talking with family.

      29-01-2017
      Smog

      I heard news reporter talking about air pollution, dangers of smog and how it's built, it was in some city at a dawn. When he spoke about it's built, I was high up in the sky, standing in front of wall of clouds. I could spot individuall cloudy-bricks in it's structure.
    4. [30-10-2016: False awakening, blurry fragment]

      by , 10-30-2016 at 09:43 AM (Snehk's Dreamlands)
      False awakening

      I woke up in my bed. TV was turned on, my younger sister was lying on a bed in my room. I took a controller in my hand and turned off the tv. Sister said that she'll sleep there. I went out of bed and moved to toilet - it looked like before renovation, but it was all dirty. There were puddles of water all around and almost everything was covered with mud. I felt that it was really strange and that there is something wrong, I looked at the ceiling and saw a crack with water dripping out of it. I though "Must've been the rain."

      Failed WBTB

      Blurry fragment

      Can't recall much, all I remember is a blurry fragment.
    5. Reclining Buddha Temple

      by , 07-09-2016 at 02:37 AM (The Dream Magic Experiment)
      I was going away. I was on the road. Or rather, a dirt road, with trees and grasses on both sides. The left is lighter; the right is denser. The dirt road has marks of tires on it and heavy use.

      There's a house/store on the left side. There's a sparse conglomeration of houses on the left side. I think I visited one of them and stayed there. A little bit further down the road is a temple with a huge reclining Buddha outside. The head is closer to me. I think I joined or will join the temple.
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    6. Upstairs Burial

      by , 07-17-2015 at 01:17 PM
      Morning of July 17, 2015. Friday.



      Zsuzsanna and I are either living at or “temporarily” staying in a mostly unfamiliar large apartment on what seems to be at least the second floor (though I am not aware of any backstory to this setting). It is possibly a variation on the King Street boarding house I have not been in or even directly seen since 1990. In this case, it still seems to be oriented south of the building (or north if it is relevant to our present house) and like an opened composite of Leonard’s room (the pinhead’s), my original L-shaped room, and the front (including the shared kitchen) being brought much closer to the back of the house. Other random characters make an appearance for no seeming reason or recent reflection or association, which includes: One of our landlords from Stadcor Street (Glenn), a cocaine user I knew in my first factory job (Greg R), a couple unremembered celebrities, and a couple relatives (though not correct in appearance). My sister Marilyn (April 25, 1942-Feburary 13, 2014) is also alive again and there is something about NCIS no longer being involved in an investigation. She briefly seems to be in the same “scene” with Ralph Waite (the actor from “The Waltons”; the television series), which is similar to a dream from long before they died.

      This dream utilizes a folly I have encountered in other dreams; that is, confusion with dynamics relevant to the second storey of a building in implying we are also somehow at ground level at the same time. In this case, the confusion relates to the discovery of two bodies buried side by side in the “ground” just under the floorboards (again, somehow on the second floor) in what I believe is the kitchen. Finding two bodies is not the original intent. One of my dream’s (unknown) characters pulls up a couple loose floorboards for whatever reason and from there, moves some dirt and unexpectedly uncovers the bodies, which are fairly young and boy and girl. For some reason, this does not feel as macabre as it would in real life (ironic since some dreams augment minor concerns to ridiculous extremes). Over time, I go over to the windows, look down at the street (again, now from the second storey) and have minor concern about another male (our past landlord Glenn) who is approaching and possibly will be questioned on the deaths. The NCIS associations are not that organized or seemingly relevant at the time.

      The investigation is slow and uneventful, and the two bodies (minimally skeletal, as the faces are almost discernible though not recognized) remain where they are, the mound of dirt like an elongated oval embankment around them. During this time, while I am sitting back in a chair, a young girl (about six) sleeps mostly on her stomach over me though is not my real-life youngest daughter (I assume, though sometimes dreams shift time elements dramatically). The sense of touch, weight, heat, and slight movement is augmented and lifelike. After this, there is a vague confrontation in another part of the room that I am not involved with, with random characters. When the girl eventually wakes, she walks about in the room before me and makes a sarcastic comment (unremembered) to an unknown character. At this point, she resembles Elizabeth Walton (a very young Kami Cotler), but aggressively out of character and saying the other character should “honor” me (as me being her fictional father). The other character seems somewhat perplexed and not fully developed as an in-dream persona. From here, my dream falls into the abstract as the girl’s hair seems “electrified” somehow and she seems almost goddess-like or at least like a well-defined tulpa (though her characteristics becoming mostly unfamiliar again).



      A part of this dream, as is typical, comes from something I only briefly glanced at for about a second the previous day - incidentally reading how Kami Cotler used to fall asleep on Ralph Waite’s lap during filming of “The Waltons”. Then I see and realize that Ralph Waite died around the same time as my sister on February 13, 2014 - which I had not focused that much on assuming I knew it at all prior to this point (I do not really watch the news that much and far less television than most people). This is in addition to how one much older dream somehow more clearly revealed my father’s death (April 26, 1901-February 14, 1978) several years in advance (as well as several other things that did not even exist at that time, including the “Jumpman” computer game and even the same music used as its theme). I always felt in the back of my mind that this sister would somehow die on the same date (not necessarily the same year) as my father. This was before she was the one to tell me (in the middle of the night) that my father had just died. However, from my perspective (in Australia, related to the time difference) she did die on February 14th when looked at that way (which I cannot help doing). Not only that, the last episode of Season 11 of NCIS (“Honor Thy Father”) was apparently a tribute to Ralph Waite, who sometimes played Jackson Gibbs. Sometimes the layered intricacies of a particular dream tend to seriously puzzle me.

      How deep does this go…Ralph Waite may additionally be a play on “wait” and Kami Cotler a play on “cot” (cot/crib/youth) and even “Waltons” may be a play on “walled in” as with one humor magazine title I saw and distinctly still remember from when I was thirteen (No. 114 of “Cracked Mazagine” - spelled as such - from January 1974). (Additional note to self; there was a memory slip between “certain” and “thirteen” for whatever reason.) On the cover, Ralph Waite is standing directly below the word “Home”. Additionally, the setting itself (concerning the imagery of the first body uncovered) was very similar to the first panel of a horror/ghost comic book story I saw years ago (possibly from around the same week or time period as the Waltons satire), which I have yet to recover in my research. Finally, the cot/crib reference is related to the fact that the dismantling (or selling) of a cot or crib accurately foreshadowed my sister’s death (and is a known precognitive metaphor for an upcoming death).



      Despite the curious recurring ambiguity of a setting implied to somehow be on the first floor and the second floor at the same time, this is relevant to how the presumed corpses, buried under the floorboards of the second floor, is a subliminal distorted perception of my sleeping body (a dream sign of the first level) and Zsuzsanna’s, who is sleeping with me at the time.


      Updated 08-08-2017 at 10:53 AM by 1390

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    7. Supernatural Djinn Attack

      by , 05-28-2015 at 05:43 AM (Schmaven's Dream Journal of Randomness)
      I'm scaling a steep cliff on the side of a mountain fortress with a large group of medieval soldiers seeking to take over the castle up ahead. It is a difficult climb, and all progress is halted as the defenders unleash a massive deluge of boiling hot oil that spashes down the cliff. Fortunately, it's steep enough that we just press ourselves flat into the rock, and the oil flows just over us all, missing us by just a few feet. Then some sort of god flies out of the castle and levitates above the stone walls as he laughs at us. He thinks it is barely worth his concern, but nevertheless throws a few fire balls at us. Several people are killed instantly.

      He looks over at me, and now seems threatened somewhat. With a spin, he disappears from sight, and I am immediately teleported to a small town inside the castle walls. Somehow we breached the castle and there is utter chaos as people are running everywhere. It turns out everyone is running because there is an army of Djinns (the kind from the show 'Supernatural') - a kind of genie that puts people to sleep, fulfilling all their wishes in their dreams while draining their blood and killing them in the process. Just one is scary, but there are over a hundred here.

      I am immediately surrounded by about a dozen of them. I'm not quite sure what to do about this. Before I come up with a plan, one of the female Djinns (and quite an attractive one I may add) tells the others to step aside and watch. She holds out her hand and uses telekinesis to spin my body around. I want to fight it, but just go limp as all my muscles relax. She softly lays my body on the packed dirt ground and closes my eyes all with telekinesis. This is the part where the nice dream is supposed to start. I'm given a moment to choose, but can't decide what to dream about.

      The moment is gone, and there will be no pleasant dreams for me apparently. Since the Djinns are psychic, they know that I'm awake in my body, even though my eyes are closed and I cannot move it. I can still feel everything. They take delight in knowing that I'll be able to feel all the pain of being slowly drained of blood until I die, with nothing I can do about it. I feel a sharp stabbing pain as a large gauge needle is roughly stabbed into my arm.

      Rather than languish in pain as I am slowly killed, I imagine that I'm someone else. Someone very alive, and experiencing blissfully pleasant feelings. I know it's not real, but I decide to believe it anyway because the more I do, the more real it becomes, and the more this excruciating painful death seems like a distant memory than a current reality.

      Right before I fully switch to being someone else, I wake up.
    8. Jet Pack!

      by , 02-14-2015 at 04:33 AM (Schmaven's Dream Journal of Randomness)
      I am flying a jet pack! Zooming through the air for at least 2 solid hours, I fly from southern VT to my mom's house. I run out of fuel in her front yard. The jet pack uses the final bit of fuel in one quick burst, sending me 30 ft up in the air then dropping me like a rock. I hit the ground hard, then walk inside and refuel the jet pack. I use the jet pack to hover over a chair, a sofa, a desk, and a bed that are in my way in a hallway. I get to a room and see a young girl looking into the window. I go up to the window and yell loudly, startling her. "Did I scare you?" I ask through the glass. "Yes" she nods. I feel bad for scaring her.

      I crawl out of the room through a small chamber with cinder block / concrete walls and a dirt floor. It's way too small for comfort, and there are other people ahead of me. I'm not the first to have to go through this, so I follow the others. The room gets smaller, so I have to crawl on my back and pull myself along grabbing the ceiling. There's no going back now. At the exit, a beautiful woman is giving her milk to everyone. Kind of unusual, but it seems to be the only way out of this room, and it isn't optional. I crawl toward her on my back to get out. She shakes her boobs at me, gives me a hj, and lets me go. Very unexpected!
    9. Plane of old boards, dirt, and holes

      by , 11-11-2013 at 07:26 PM
      Night of November 11, 2013. Monday.



      I am wandering around on a fully-stabilized plane, having moved into the first manifestation that formed, becoming integrated into the new environment to more closely examine the domain. I soon notice it is mostly old boards, somewhat scattered at different angles, lying about on the mostly bare ground everywhere as far as the eye can see, although my vision is mostly oriented towards the ground, not to the horizon. Many of the old boards appear to be partially covering holes of various depths, but I never look down directly into them, and there is no concern at all about falling into one. Most boards are brown, with a gray one here and there. Many of the boards are of similar lengths, about arm-length or longer. I mentally will them to move about along the ground to see a slight glow coming from some of the holes. With subtle thoughts now and then, I mentally will the loose dirt to fly away from particular areas. The soil and particulates are not so loose as to bother my breathing, though, and it seems that the area is not as old as it would logically seem. At the time, I do not perceive that they are related to any type of closed mine, and there are no buildings or land features anywhere. I reach the highest state possible into pure vividness, looking around. No one else is around anywhere. At times, a gentle breeze also blows a bit of the loose soil about. There is a slight essence of yellow above other earthly colors. At one point, I do get a very vague impression that I am in the future and looking at the remains of the house we are presently living in. However, there would be additional features if this were actually the case unless the other materials were removed, leaving only the wooden pieces.

      I do not presently or immediately recall having been on this plane before. I mostly only focus on the local regions of where I am and do not move that far beyond. The only association I seem to make in afterthought is that perhaps (and it is only perhaps) someone had fallen down a well or a mineshaft somewhere and needs my help. However, that is only one lesser association. There did not appear to be any negative energy on the particular plane, and I found it very attractive and interesting.
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    10. 2013-September-29 Sunday - While I sang those sad songs...

      by , 09-29-2013 at 02:33 PM
      I'm tired. Like, Really really tired of what I'm doing, Staying up late at night ruining myself without rest. With that being said my title of this post is in reference to the Morphine song "The Saddest Song". And really, I do have a choice to not ruin myself here and I'll use it. I'm done - Let's not waste the rest time at night.

      Dreams for tonight...


      Last few:

      > I was in a department store trying to escape a big fat, African-American guy (Who might have been over 350 pounds) and yet he kept up with me as I kept crawling over things and talked to me. Am I that tired?

      > I was just outside the church - Sort of - And I did not go in exactly but was between the band practice room and where sermons are preached. I saw Chuck and Katie, Heard Katie and heard her laugh and when I saw Chuck go into the band practice room I was thinking if I would go in there I might just be like a fictional figure, Lyra Heartstrings the Unicorn - But in this case, The "Background Pony" One that was cursed to not be remembered by anyone.

      > I think I then went into a place that was half McDonald's and half a grocery store. I saw through someone else's eyes and as I went through things to buy and eat, A man and his kids were at the counter returning something and the man was irate. Later his two sons (Who were under 12 years old) knocked me over and the father turned around and I said "They're just playing" and the father was not irate at it, And he said "See you around".

      Then the dirt was about to hit the fan and be spread everywhere; I went back to the place where the entry/exit door was and it wasn't there, Another stand to buy stuff to eat was there, And there were these Star Wars Podracer things with knives attached to them which were going to come down on the floor and race all around. I went around and told people to get their feet off the floor or they'd be cut up and everyone did and only one person was hurt; My father, Who I (Whoever I was) Tried to help and keep off the floor. I at first was by a cylindrical column and a knife came up the pole and cut him! Then later whoever Father was turned into chicken and grease when I was above a grille (That wasn't a hot grille) and I said "I'm not married to people, I'm married to organs!" And then the thought was "I'm married to dirt" At the end prior to waking.

      I need help, And to accept what will work.
    11. In the Dirt

      by , 03-01-2013 at 01:04 PM (Xanous' Dream Journal)
      WBTB Mugwort
      MILD

      I got to sleep in the recliner and dream about my cats running around and jumping. Sputnik keeps jumping on top of the ledge about the front door, hanging there for a bit and then jumping down to the floor with a thud. I watch for a bit from the recliner and then I remember.

      I instantly get vibrations and see a bright white light then dark. The vibrations are week and intermittent. I wait unsure if I am in the dream or not. Then I remember I was already dreaming before. I get up and go outside. I sort of half open the door and half phase through. The door was forgotten.

      If feel a brief cold and then a smell like rain. I find that odd for a dream. I can see fine and the world seems solid but I feel like I need to stabilize. I think about liking the sidewalk again. This time I but my hands in some dirt and feel it. It looks more like potting soil. This is were things get ultra real.

      I hear some rock music with heavy drums. I look around and the neighborhood looks convincingly real. I seriously wonder if I was sleep walking/dreaming like I used to do as a child. I become really worried and self-conscious. I look across the street toward the direction of the music. It seems like it is the house directly across from me. I try to see who is over there but my vision gets blurry. Then the dream sort of folds in on itself and my awareness shifts to my physical body. I think about DEILD but it doesn't come right away so I think I better enter into my DJ.
      Tags: cats, dirt, mugwort, music, obe
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    12. I need to dream meditate more

      by , 02-22-2013 at 10:15 PM
      My dream recall is overall poor, although it has been a week of 2 lucid dreams.

      Last night I remember my pants being down a lot. Very vague, but I distinctly recall looking at how black my legs became with mud from all this not wearing pants.

      Final dream was interesting - I could tell after waking that if I returned to sleep I would return to the dream, however this did not happen lucidly. I replayed my last dream in a different form. I'm going after my evil twin who we hook up to a machine that makes him blow up. I'm being helped by ex-IRA bombers, who point out that the picture of a man on a tool box was the man that taught them how to do this. We watch when it finally blows in a big mushroom cloud, them describing it as a "fine bomb", with a shock wave that extends out for miles. I wake up as it catches us. It's bizarre how in dreams I would allow working with scum like that when in reality I hate them.

      This demonstrates 2 reasons meditation may help. 1 - remember dreams better. 2 - drifting back into dreams lucidly should happen easily.

      Updated 02-22-2013 at 10:19 PM by 60532

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    13. Sep 14, 2012 - Ball of Mercury

      by , 10-10-2012 at 05:59 AM (The Dream Magic Experiment)
      Came from an adventure. A dream in a dream. Retrieved a ball of dirt. Compressed mercury. Stuff. FOrest. An enemy. Cage of Eden.
    14. A movie on the race track.

      by , 04-05-2012 at 03:01 AM (The Realm of the Child)
      Type: Non-Lucid.
      Mood: Strange, relaxing, and somewhat happy.
      Setting: On a race track, somewhere.
      Characters: Unknown.

      The beginning of the dream is quite out of my mind at the moment, but the main part is still very much there. Basically, I was in a race track, one that had dirt roads, ones that might be used in something like racecar driving, motocross or monster truck derbies. Still, there was something strange about the night, maybe it was the fact that there were two huge projector screens that looked like were going to show a movie. The rest, is sadly, much less detailed. I don't remember the movie we watched or who I was with!
    15. One of my First Lucids, Includes Derranged Soil

      by , 08-28-2011 at 05:01 PM (Lyrics to Lunacy)
      So this was probably one of my first Lucids, and I've only recently found it again. Here it goes;


      I wound up in the middle of my house's backyard, a big open area of grass, hardly any obstacles. Very big, and very flat. It was daytime.

      I haven't seen the few trees in this yard so healthy looking for a long time.
      I paused, and pondered the maple tree across from me a bit further.


      That's because, I thought, it is winter.

      So this is a dream, then. Great! I should fly. I've never flown before, I wonder what it will be like.

      I remembered the brief spark of lucidity I had about a month ago in one of my dreams. I was indoors and I tried to fly by smashing a hole in the ceiling. I hurt myself so much I woke up with a headache.

      So I should be more careful this time.

      When I fly, I thought, I will feel the wind brushing against me. I will hear the air resistance. I will see my surroundings as I am above them. I will smell and taste clean air. The climate will be a warm with a breeze. I fully believed myself, then I began focusing less on what I want it to feel like, and more on doing it. I was walking the perimeter of the fence, scanning for an open are to start flying. I found it momentarily. It was a somewhat narrow space between the side of my fence and the side of my white, crumbling shed. Narrow, but all I needed was forward room. I have never flown before, it was just instinct. I ran swiftly forward, arms sharp behind me in a 30 degree angle, as though cutting through air. As I ran I thought;

      Gravity does not exist in dreams. Not this one. Not in my dreams. I will not allow physics to restrain me, that would be for fail noobs, and since I'm a pr0 h4x0R I have full control over my dreams, especially with my temporarily acquired cocky gamer attitude. And I will make myself fly.

      I said this with full confidence and determination, especially after the last lucid dream. That one with me smashing my skull against the ceiling in attempt to fly. At this, I looked up. No ceiling. Perfect. One thing I might add; while I was thinking, my dream seemed to slow down. When I started focusing on flying, it was at correct speed again. Weird.

      I jumped, and I had my first successful flight. Sure enough, I felt what I expected to feel. I flew to the three fourths the height of my pecan tree. I flew above my puny one-floor house, and faced the street. Now I wanted to fly over the street. At the intersection of the street I live on, I saw a large pile of dirt. A random thought came to mind;

      It's a good thing I'm laying in bed.

      Then the weird parts happen. The dream starts to destabilize, then the pile of dirt started to... talk to me. It communicated using telepathy.

      "You are not in bed, child, you are really here. I waking life."

      Sleepwalking? Perhaps. Better safe than sorry, I thought. Then I purposefully awakened myself.
      I lay in bed. About six 'o' clock. No crossroads. That mean pile of dirt lied to me. I facepalmed myself for allowing myself to wake myself up, but I had a joyful feeling nevertheless.
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