20.12.2014Exploring Unknown Island in Windwaker (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I’m Link from the Windwaker game, and I’m exploring a small island that doesn’t seem to resemble any I traversed in playing the game in waking life. Though I have a feeling it could be similar to one island where there’s a merchant Goron, and a huge boulder concealing a dungeon. I look out to the sea, and gaze upon the vast sea and horizon. It’s sunset, and it’s an absolutely beautiful sight as well. _________________________ 20.12.2014Girl Takes my ID & Killing ReDeads (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID So I’m going into a bathroom to do my business, wash my hands, and head out back to the building that looks like a store. But it seems I’m preparing myself for a party at a bar, or some kind of in-door rave. I noticed a dream character looks like an individual I knew in High school that would have spiky hair, or even a Mohawk at times. He glances over at me with this weird facial expression of him puckering up, but it’s probably just how he naturally is. I look over, and I get a feeling that one of my neighbors that’s also a co-worker is someone I’m going with for whatever event to come very soon. Skipping ahead, I gave her my ID, and she puts it in her black purse. Then when I want to enter some section of a building, they requested my ID, and she’s already in there. I had to move away, and tried to do anything to call her, and tell her to give me my ID back. I go so far back that the plot of the dream becomes irrelevant, and I’m inside of a forest where I’m trying to kill creatures that look like ReDeads from Ocarina of Time. _________________________ 20.12.2014Someone Invades House with Dynamites (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID A little personal for me to put in here for some reason. But someone sets off a dynamite booby trap that I presume to be part of the house I feel I have a family in. _________________________ 20.12.2014Batman's Millisecond Reflexes (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Batman is literally so fast that his reflexes must only take milliseconds for him to perform nearly impossible feats of escaping intense circumstances. Such as, an enemy preparing to throw a dynamite at a group of people in an enclosed space of a building that looks like a convenience store, and before the dynamite explodes in the other direction, he’s already down the stairs to fend off the next group of enemies. The enemies seem to represent some kind of guerilla soldiers that look Hispanic. _________________________ 20.12.2014I'm Jimmy Neutron Charged for Potential Sexual Assault? (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID So, I’m messaging some random person on Facebook. I mistake this individual for someone else, and presumed I could be overly sexual. I’m also wondering why I have that kind of disposition in the first place in the dream, but figured since it wasn’t a dream, there literally wouldn’t be any consequence other than being paranoid that something back would happen. It was basically a “You show me yours, and I’ll show you mine” kind of thing. Then I realized this person is someone else; someone of a more innocent demeanor, and would probably be traumatized if she had to experience something like this. But it didn’t seem to be the case, as she’s magically existing somewhere else in the dream. I believe I’m somewhere around a gray wired fence with the diamond shapes to it. I realize I’m Jimmy Neutron: And he has his penis out, and all I can really do is stop being this guy, and watch what will happen. I noticed I’m in a perspective as if I’m at the same level of the ground next to the same girl I mentioned above with the happy go-lucky innocent disposition. She has a baby near her, and Jimmy Neutron is literally -this- close to the baby, and the girl is so offended that she calls the police. Unfortunately, this makes me shift back into being aware that I’m in Jimmy Neutron’s pants. I put it back inside my pants, and run for dear life. My initial reaction was to contact Jimmy’s parents. After instantly arriving to the house, the mother tells me I can hide in my room, and that she and her husband can put up a barrier near the door so the cops and other authorities will have a difficult time apprehending me. I realized they’re just pretending to help me while they prepare to leave the house completely, and leave me all by myself. I look through the window, and see two individuals that seem to be coming after me. One looks like someone I knew in middle school; Australian accent, curly and fluffy dirty blonde hair, and he’s wearing a black shirt and blue jeans. I’m not sure if he’s carrying a weapon, and as for the other person, I can’t recall how they looked like. I’m panicking for a moment, but it seems the dream characters aren’t competent enough to figure out where I am. Even though I make myself apparent for looking through the window for too long, they seem to make no effort in catching me. I do random things like trying to sidle my way through outside the window, and onto the roof with the intention of finding another place to hide. Maybe a secret lab, or something like that. _________________________ 20.12.2014Two Shadows and Sonic Go Super Form (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID There’s two Shadows; one seems to have sinister intentions, and the other probably wants to go Super form with Sonic. Sonic comes in at some point, and bonks his head by an invisible wall, or maybe he’s just clumsy. They all end up going Super form, and that’s all I remember. _________________________ 20.12.2014Vulture Picks at a Girl's Private Parts (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID So I’m in a hallway that resembles that of some kind of spacious education facility; probably High School at best, or even a close-knit kind of college/university. There’s black and white checkered floors, the building itself seems ancient, but still being able to sustain its novelty without looking ruined at all; it seems to have some kind of Renaissance-esque feel to it. I was talking to someone about how on the outside of the windows, there’s a pair of large wings resting on top of the monuments with a flat surface. I can’t remember what he stated, but he looks where I’m pointing, and gives an expression of confusion as well, and moves on. I look down through the window, and see a group of females talking to each other. The one that’s most noticeable in this boring and dull environment of dark colors is a girl wearing a pink shirt. She looks Hispanic, puffy cheeks with makeup on along with long black hair. She seemed to have a slutty disposition for some reason, and what happens next only confirms my conjecture. The same set of wings I mentioned before suddenly transforms into a vulture, and this vulture flies down towards the girl. She’s not even afraid at all, and is already in a position of bending down to do something, and I’m not sure what it was. But the vulture gets close to her ass, and literally starts pecking into the girl’s vagina. I expected some screaming, and WTF moments to ensue, but she rams her vagina into the vulture’s beak; a bird is getting more action than I ever could in a dream apparently. So while my jaw is dropping, and me being in a state of awe, she’s still having fun having a vulture’s beak up her vagina. After a while, she casually pulls up her pants, and walks away as if nothing happened. I can’t even remember how the others reacted because I’m too bothered with what’s going on right now.
ATP Douga A couple days ago IWL I was studying ATP (Adenosine Triphosphate). This is a phosphorus molecule that can lose a phosphate group to become ADP, thereby powering the body to do most of what it does. I had a dream that there was a guy named Douga, and he could "lose" the a when he needed to to become "Doug". ~ Morning Party One of my kids friends J then knocked on our back door. I told him it was 5:00 AM and it wasn't time to visit. He was crying and said that they were arguing at his house, so I acquiesced. Then his sister came over. Then there were a total of 4 kids at our house; a party for my kids. A girl did a backwards somersault down a flight of stairs. This terrified me as she could obviously have hurt herself. I started yelling at here, "Allison! Allison!" but she wouldn't look at me. Then she said, "You don't know my name, do you? It's Glenda." I guess that was the end of the dream. ~ Fight I was fighting an army type. There were rifles, but they had been used up or something. Now my enemy had dynamite. I think he threw some and it blew up, but he didn't really throw it at me. I was looking at the remaining dynamite and thinking when the dream ended. ~ Stairs I was in a strange contest with a girl in a house. It wasn't really a friendly contest. I was running around the interior of a house by running up and down stairs. I remember being determined to beat this girl. I would jump several steps at a time to a landng platform, then jumping another half flight of stairs to another landing platform, but she was still passing me. I kept running up stairs that started to be more like a hill made of rock with grip-tape on it to make it easier to climb. This went on for a little while. ~ Wheels My fgf was in her BMW. In the dream it cost 200K. I thought how odd it was that her car cost more than her house which, in the dream, cost 120K. Then she was in a power chair. She was very happy about it. It wasn't like a wheel chair in th dream. It was more like a luxury item.
Dynamite Town I’m flying! I’m close to the ground, no cars, just a big long road in the country surrounded by yellow and orange autumnal trees. I let my muscles go limp and the wind takes me higher, passed the power lines. If I go too high I get a little nervous I’ll never come back down, so I stabilize myself a few feet above the power lines. “It feels so good to be flying, finally,” I say.The wind is warm and everything feels exhilarating. A tiny voice in my head starts talking to me: it’s my mom! I lose lucidity. She wants me to go get “Cochla root” for my dad, who has a bit of back pain. I need to go to the medicine woman we see for the herbal nutrition we buy from her. Luckily, my school is having a trip to the same area today! Now I’m on a bus, looking out the window. We’re here, in the little mountain town where she lives. I call it a “boomtown” but for other reasons: all around us, people are working with dynamite in the mountains to access the gold and coal that are inside. The surroundings are all dirt and mud with laborers outside on this particularly rainy day. The houses are scattered boxes on the fields passed the dynamite lands. The bus rides through on the only paved road I see. Out my window I see a girl who’s working. I look in her eyes as she works. There’s a connection here, one that I’m uncertain of but I feel something. I want her to look at me, but the bus passes before she turns. Ahead, the other bus of students is returning from the town, going home. There is only enough room for one bus, but this isn’t a problem in a dream. Our bus kind of goes “over” the other bus, without an accident or anything dangerous, we are on the same track but on different levels of the same road. My POV is inside the other bus as it passes below us. I see Heather sitting alone, crying. I know she’s having an anxiety attack because of all the dynamite and danger around her. Jack is in my bus and starts taunting her. “Jack,” I say. Everyone on both of the buses stops talking. “Shut the FUCK UP.” He does. We move on. We get to our destination soon. It’s a old fort house a little ways passed the main dynamite mountain area. Inside, I get a little scared; this is a haunted house-esqe attraction, not an informative guide through the history of the town. Although I’m scared, me and my friend Celina are the first to run in. The doorway frightens us: when you walk over it, it rains on you. This was terrifying in my dream! We sit down against a wall and let everyone else explore the house. I go into the kitchen where the witch doing all this scary magic is kneading bread. I ask her about the medicine woman and where I can see her. “You’re on the same road but this is the wrong house,” she says. I feel embarrassed. I sit back against the wall with Celina and text Heather. Eventually everyone has explored the scary house and we leave. On the way home we stop at a McDonalds and I order two chicken nuggets. I receive my order and they are huge, about half the size of me! I can’t wait to give these to Heather (I’m vegetarian), but they’re really heavy and difficult to pull along. The scene shifts to me in the back seat of a car. My Uncle Pat is driving. I don’t want to tell my mom that I didn’t get the Cochla root and she’ll have to drive back to the town. I think of ways to tell her the bad news. My Uncle is going really slow and when I notice this, he hits the accelerator and goes through a shortcut home: through a bank parking lot and then through a school playground. Before we reach the playground, my POV shifts to above the car, as if there is no car, only me and him floating (but I still “feel” that we are in a car). We start passing through the fence into the playground and I see a bunch of curved spoons on the ground. “That’s where crack addicts do their drugs. If I was going to do crack, I’d do it here,” I say. On the playground, we pass a teenager on a small child’s bike. Now I am riding the bike. It has backwards peddle brakes which are so foreign to me that I just don’t brake. Instead, I kind of idle around the edge of the playground until I can cross the street. I go for it without looking, and a car almost hits me: it was my mom, we’re both going home. I find this funny. Peddling home, I stop on the side of the street to collect some acorns that have fallen from a tiny tree. My uncle’s voice booms to me: “Stop, let’s go home!” I tell him to wait a minute and then we proceed home. Fragment (Copied directly from my dream journal, I can’t make sense of it) Me + a lot of people, nighttime, afraid on couches in a big house. Julia. My cat forms into a square of space + I wake up with her still there.
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Morning of July 5, 1969. Saturday. I go to Waikiki in Hawaii, or so it seems (I had not been there in real life). However, it is seemingly called “Waikikiki” in my dream (unless that came from a musical repetition of the last syllable) and is more like an island on its own (perhaps it is a play on “Waikiki Key” as with the Florida Keys). As my dream is ending, mostly seemingly in hypnopompia, a slower fictional song comes into play as I wake (though came back in a later “reset” version of my dream), which seems to be a warning for tourists not to cause problems for the local wildlife, though more as self-advice rather than receiving the message from elsewhere. It is sung (by a group of men and women, though in my own young voice in one version) as “Neh-ver go…to the EYE-eye-land…of Wah-ka-KEE-kee again!” The tune is fairly simple and I have included the sheet music here. Curiously, this totally fictional song replayed in my head every now and then for years after (even more than actual commercial music) and I can still imagine it now fairly accurately. My dream is quite long but mostly involves just exploring the landscape, such as riding in an open train car (that reminds me of a roller coaster car though it does not have challenging events during the trip) and seeing a pterodactyl and nonthreatening volcano. Parts of the region I visit are seemingly “still” prehistoric, or it may be related to the train itself that goes through certain areas and goes through time. The Smothers Brothers are there planning to kill or knock out a triceratops for posterity (or perhaps because they feel threatened by it). However, the triceratops charges at them near boxes of dynamite near a cave and everything blows up as they gawk in fear, side by side, prior to their end…I wake just prior to the implied moment of impact but also get an impression of a cartoon-like jagged “ka-boom” balloon. I now think that it is likely that this last scene was influenced from a “Road Runner” cartoon (where Wile E. Coyote is hit by a train) though I cannot be certain if that was the sole influence here. I did not really much care for the Smothers Brothers routines (and did not like Rowan and Martin either) so this is probably a form of wish fulfillment at one level. (I only watched their shows because of the guests they had on.)
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