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    1. Fishing with Zsuzsanna and a Rescue

      by , 04-27-2019 at 10:27 AM
      Morning of April 27, 2019. Saturday.

      Dream #: 19,122-02. Reading time (optimized): 3 min.



      Water induction and the Naiad/Oceanid factor changes into a fishing scenario. Despite the former process beginning at least one dream each sleep cycle for over 50 years, the continuity and outcome are always unique.

      Zsuzsanna and I are sitting on the shore of a lake, though it seems to stem from associations with El Jobean, which is near the ocean and the area where I fished as a boy, close to the bridge. It seems to be afternoon.

      Two unknown men are present. One of them is cheerfully fishing. The other, the preconscious simulacrum of this dream, is sitting on our right. There is a brief, vague concern that someone might throw something from the bridge high above us, but no one does. (It is subliminal anticipation of vestibular cortex activity, which is a common dream perception.) I soon attach the hook to the end of my line, and I also put the reel on the rod. At first, I snag a sunfish carcass (on its dorsal fin) floating on its left side (as analogous to my sleeping orientation) on the lake’s surface. The preconscious is holding a pair of scissors. I am wary, as I think he intends to take them while claiming someone lost them. Looking down, I see another pair of scissors that is nearly the same and belongs with the other. There are small rust marks on the handles of each. I comment on how similar they are and pick up the pair on the ground. I take the other scissors from the simulacrum (with no protest on his part, which is atypical in RAS mediation, especially as the scissors indicate potential separation from the dream state) and put both pair in the tackle box.

      I verbalize loud, sarcastic remarks about people sitting near people who are fishing. He soon leaves (thus allowing me to sustain my dream). So does the other male, though it is getting later and is almost too dark to see. I ask Zsuzsanna if fishing at night is allowed and it seems that it is. (This process, regarding nightfall with enhanced awareness, is sometimes indicative of the return to slow-wave sleep, but I maintain my dream state awareness without direct lucidity.)

      I do not have live bait and consider digging in the ground with my hands, but I find a live worm with at least two hooks through it in a small paper bag that someone left behind. I think it is artificial before it starts moving. I attach the rig to my line.

      When I cast, I accidentally snag a cluster of plants halfway across the lake’s distance from our side. I see an unknown woman off to the left near her car on our side. She had also cast. I find the situation somewhat amusing but not that frustrating, especially when it seems I had also hooked a big fish. However, it turns out that she is reeling the line from her end, causing the little island to move toward her.

      I hook onto something big. Upon reeling it in, I see that I have snagged a seal, with the hook in its bottom lip. “It’s a seal,” I loudly say. The woman and I agree that I should take the hook out and release it, which I do.

      When I cast again, the hook ends up near the woman’s car. She decides to leave but ends up falling in the lake almost up to her neck. She swims out, gets into her car, and it accidentally backs up into the lake, sinking completely.

      I dive into the lake. I swim to the end of the lake to the right of my original location, underwater (being able to breathe underwater as in all my dreams since early childhood). The woman is sleeping in a small dry cave underwater, as the water remains as an impossible “wall” at its entrance. I maneuver into the cave through the “wall,” without disrupting the impossible vertical water barrier. I ask the woman if she needs me to rescue her. She shakes her head and shivers slightly, with her eyes moving as if in REM sleep. I ask her again, and she nods.

      My feet push against the water “wall,” and water starts to flood the cave, but I wake around this time. I see that Zsuzsanna is sleeping in the same position as the woman had been.



      This dream renders the same processes as usual, but also unique as always and very vivid and enjoyable.


      Updated 04-27-2019 at 05:50 PM by 1390

      Categories
      non-lucid
    2. Fishing in Japan

      by , 01-24-2018 at 05:21 PM (BahamutZERO's dreams)
      I dreamed that I partook in a contest of some sort, and I won the first prize, which was a journey to Japan, and so I went. I stayed in a traditionalistic inn with a friendly female host. I talked to her every morning and evening. Every day I went out and explored Tokyo.

      Other than exploring I also had to do little puzzles and riddles every day to score some sort of credits. They were distracting me from freely exploring Tokyo, so I mostly ignored them. Unfortunately however, I found out that these credits are the only way to purchase food, and as such, I didn't manage to buy a lot of food. I was starting to get concerned that I was going to be malnourished. So at some point I started focusing entirely on these dumb little quests.

      Suddenly, to my surprise, I met my Belgian friend, who also just happened to be in Tokyo with her parents, so I asked if I could stick around with them and, again to my surprise, they were like "sure!". I told them about my lack of credits and if they could help me with the quests. And so we went everywhere, seeking out like hidden "?" blocks in locations based on answers to riddles, which contained credits. However, after an entire day, we didn't have nearly enough credits to buy a sufficient amount of food.

      Then my friend had an idea. She said "Why don't we just fish? The Japanese sea is full of sea food. No need to buy all that expensive food from the market!". Her parents said "But, you hate sea food!" and responded "well, we have to eat something!".

      And so we started fishing at the sea, and in no time, we caught a ton of fish. I laughed in amazement, and said to my friend "wow, jesus, fishing is SO overpowered!". We ate the food, and I freakin' loved it, and my friend less so, but she ate most of it anyway, though she left all the squids for me.

      We ate, and the dream continued on to another scene, which was far darker. I was in a sort of dark metal complex with my friend, which was full of monorails and trains. The complex was a sort of physical representation of my project at work. The platforms were full of administrators and secretaries that read and wrote premium amounts on sheets of paper and loaded them to and from the trains, in assorted slots, so that they could communicate the premiums with each other, in order to get to some final result.

      We were in the "underworld" of this place, with the platforms and trains far above us. The place was full of thugs, and I was afraid that my friend was about to get kidnapped. Unfortunately, the dream got a bit fuzzy from here on in, and I can't really remember much else. I know that we visited some sort of a bar and a theatre in the complex, and she DID get kidnapped at some point. Also, I met my colleagues there, who begged me to continue working on the project, even while I'm ill. They promised to pay me extra much, because they needed me. I don't remember what my reaction was (maybe there was none, because I woke up soon after this).
    3. Large Cat Swimming in Fish Pond

      by , 01-10-2017 at 07:10 AM
      Morning of January 10, 2017. Tuesday.



      After exploring an unknown but interesting region in an unfamiliar rural area, I eventually start thinking about fishing. It seems to be late afternoon. I find an area where several others are fishing, mostly males in their thirties. There is a building on one longer side of a pond with a pathway just wide enough to walk on. The rectangular pond is about three-fourths a city block in length though only about half that length at the ends.

      When I decide to fish, I see that there are too many bobbers on the water’s surface near the side I first go to. As I walk along the pond’s length near the building, I see bobber after bobber on the surface (as well as the trailing fishing line) and a number of fishing poles along the bank that extend over the entire length of the pond on that side, the setups of which apparently belong to the group of three men who are sitting at the end of the pond. This annoys me but I do not become very angry.

      I walk back to where the other three males are (even though it would have made more sense to keep going around the corner to the other longer side of the pond to search for a space to fish). After a short time, that longer side of the pond I had just walked back along seems clear (though there is neither a memory nor enough time implied to have passed for the men to have actually reeled it all in or to have gathered up their equipment). There are only a couple areas where bobbers and line are still visible on that side. For a short time, I walk in midair above the water (not on the water as in certain past dreams) to get past a corner. I do this without thinking it to be unusual.

      I sit down to fish. I have a soft plastic jig body (shad-style soft plastic lure) and slide it onto a hook. An unknown male to my right tells me that I am not doing it by the proper standards. I take it off and slowly put it back onto the hook and he seems satisfied. “You know the fish in here aren’t that big?” he asks me. I nod, regardless of not knowing anything about the area. Still, when I look into the water, I can clearly see under the surface. There are several very large walleye and carp. I intend on catching a walleye.

      After I cast my line, I see that I am almost immediately snagged on something. It looks like a large Ragdoll cat swimming under the water. I try to get the hook disentangled from its fur, which is along the side of its body near the middle. An unfamiliar boy of about ten wades out and is eventually able to take the hook out. I am not sure if the cat belongs to him or if he is there to perform a service (as an actual parks and recreation employee). The cat remains swimming in the water. I notice the boy seems to be dressed as a boy scout or parks employee, so may actually work here.

      I ask the male who is still to my right about the “other area to fish” with the pretense of me being familiar with the area. I hint at it being a place beginning with “m” and pretending not to remember the full name. He asks me if I mean K-Mart, and I tentatively nod. I then ask him if it is legal to fish there presently. It seems it is.



      • Fishing, a common dream event for me since early childhood, represents the subliminal desire of the limited dream self to bring the emergent consciousness to the surface in order to wake or at least increase awareness. Water symbolizes sleep and a fish on the line is the downgraded conscious self identity developing coherence (often increasing in size and strength) when being caught.
      • This is more specifically confirmed as a self-initiated waking precursor due to the behavior of the personified preconscious. Typically, the preconscious is only hostile when the personified subconscious (dream self) does not want to wake or (metaphorically) initiate waking. As fishing is an act of deliberately seeking the emergent consciousness, the preconscious is passive here. He even helps me continue my task without aggressiveness or treating me strangely.
      • This is more specifically confirmed as a self-initiated waking precursor due to the behavior of the personified preconscious. Typically, the preconscious is only hostile when the personified subconscious (dream self) does not want to wake or (metaphorically) initiate waking. As fishing is an act of deliberately seeking the emergent consciousness, the preconscious is passive here. He even helps me continue my task without aggressiveness or treating me strangely.
      • The personified preconscious rarely appears in fishing dreams (again, due to what fishing metaphorically represents in real time). He only appears here due to the delay in the waking transition, which was caused by my own hesitancy and non-lucid dream control in creating the additional bobbers and too many random additional "lines of communication".
      • The cat in the water is a factor of the circadian rhythms of nighttime (and the dream state during a particular sleep cycle) and has also appeared as the final waking prompt in past dreams though is underwater here based on the time of my dream (after sunrise). Catching the cat would be akin to enhancing the essence of night (or night-based thoughts), in contrast to the “correct” waking goal.
      • The reference to K-Mart is a mixed waking prompt and dream sign, since I associate K-Mart with clothes and getting up and getting dressed.


      Updated 09-08-2019 at 08:22 PM by 1390

      Tags: cat, fishing
      Categories
      non-lucid
    4. Spellbee's Spooky comp night 12

      by , 10-28-2016 at 01:34 AM
      1 pt non-lucid
      2 pts wbtb
      = 3 pts 3+ 114.5=117.5
      3 Step Goal:
      Fly
      Element Manipulation
      Practice a Waking Life Hobby

      Personal New Goals:
      Voyage through a crack I make in the earth
      Find my dream house
      Take a magical train to another country

      Week 2 task Intermediate:
      Put on a halloween costume and gain the powers/abilities of the costume.


      D1: Walking to my car after shopping at a flea market. I make a wrong turn & so do a bunch of other ppl. We are all trying to walk to our cars where we are in the middle of a gun fight. There a gang of mean bikers. ( I should note that most all the bikers that I've ever met in my life were nice ppl who raise money in my town.) They are everywhere & haul us all back to their cabin where they make us all work for them. A man & his wife were running things but mostly they weren't seen together. This dream was really long. There were a lot of escape attempts that went bad & ppl got hurt in various ways. We started wearing padding under our clothes because of all of the bullets that were flying so often. These ppl holding us there were really violent. I kept having to gather intel to try & find a way out & to try & stay safe. I was informing the new ppl who had just arrived about the padding. I'm gritting my teeth & they break & chip off. I'm trying to convince the woman to ease up on us. This place was being attacked by another gang, hence the padding idea helped quite a bit. There was a horrible blood bath fight so I upped my search to find a way out. So when they took us to this water slide being made out of actual tunnels that were next to the cabin. It wasn't finished but I was told it would be the most expensive slide attraction in the world when it was done. I start my decent down the slide when Meesha Cat jumps on my head in real life & I freak the hell out! It was only 2 minutes until my wbtb alarm so I'll count that as this time.
      wbtb
      D2: I'm fishing in my parking lot for a living. You gotta love the dream world! Other ppl were fishing out fish & other odd things. My dream grandson was supposed to be watching a movie in a near by movie theater type place but it's supposed to be an elaborate daycare. It was really big, like an auditorium. There is a roller coaster in there & things are happening that is some what like a Harry Potter kind of theme of things that are magically happening. I try to call my daughter at work & some guy tells me that if I was a good mom she would be there but cuz I won't take care of her kids she has to stay home. I'm so mad but I don't say anything to correct him. I ask him if he is her boss & he says no. My alarm goes off & I get up.
    5. Sturgeons, Gars, and a River on Fire

      by , 08-24-2016 at 02:24 PM
      Morning of August 24, 2016. Wednesday.

      Dream #: 18,146-05. Reading time (optimized): 3 min.



      I am with my family in an unknown location near a small oval pond of an area of about ten feet by six feet, seemingly late at night. There are no other discernible environmental features. Zsuzsanna is off to my left, our two youngest sons closer to me on my left, our youngest the closest.

      Our youngest son is fishing, but I eventually help him reel in a fish. It turns out to be a small pale bluegill (even though I had considered that there were no fish in the pond) with the hook stuck on the outside of his mouth on its right side, which is difficult to pull out. The tangibility and sense of movement and weight of catching a fish are amazingly realistic. When I throw it to my right instead of putting it on a stringer, I see a second pond, about the same size as the first, perpendicular to it and about two feet away from it. The water is only inches deep. There is a pile of bluegill about three or four high, almost covering the far half of the side of the pond, most caught within the last day or two. About a third are alive. I wonder which fish came from which body of water, but the second one is not deep enough to fish in now.

      Later, we walk near a ravine in an unknown location (where there is only part of a guardrail) near an urban area. It seems to be late afternoon. The scene is clear and detailed, with plenty of light to see at a distance. I see puddles far below and three big parallel fish on their stomachs about five feet apart, facing away from us. They are about four feet long and still alive. I tell Zsuzsanna two are sturgeons, but one is an alligator gar, but the imagery changes to feature the opposite. The scene is ambiguous, as they are similar in appearance. We teleport to the area near the fish far below. I warn our youngest son not to put his hand near the mouth of a gar, but he does after patting its back, seemingly preparing to take it home with us to eat. He appears to have cut his fingers. However, this is not the case, and he seems cheerful.

      We walk through a long but narrow park, adjacent to the road. It is late at night again. There are about five other people around (of questionable repute), and they are setting up an overnight camp in the closed park. They gather under a park shelter nearby. An unknown male in his forties, who may be lighting a cigarette, throws a lit match into the river close to where he is. As a result (and as I vaguely anticipate), the river’s surface somehow catches fire with a bright flash and tall flames, and they are startled but unharmed.

      Not wanting trouble from the park rangers, Zsuzsanna and our children, under my lead, turn to go back in the opposite direction with a steady gait, though not as if fleeing, but assertively. I am aware that there may be a game warden or two near the boat ramp directly opposite the entrance (where we first came in), but this is uncertain.

      Now we are going home. It seems to be around the same time as the previous scene. We reach the perimeter of a parking lot, about one-fifth the size of a city block, adjacent to the sidewalk. We may walk through it diagonally from here (off to its right) rather than go around at the intersection. However, the declivity might be too challenging for us to traverse, especially for Zsuzsanna to manage the pram.

      We walk through a high school instead. Even though it is late at night, students are walking on the grounds. (At least one is wearing an American football uniform.) We use the entrance and the exit but go back around and up to a fence that blocks our way. We walk around it and continue from here as I wake.



      Dream signature: Water induction, seeking correlation of dream state awareness (fishing), water lowering (melatonin mediation), vestibular system adaptation (walking near ravine), water reinduction (river), lit match and river on fire (precursory consciousness initiation; choice to “go home”; wake), liminal space entry (parking lot), vestibular system correlation (anticipation of walking through declivity; wariness of waking process as potential falling sensation), emerging thinking skills (going through high school), wall mediation (fence).


      Tags: fire, fishing, park, ravine
      Categories
      non-lucid
    6. Spellbee Comp Night 13

      by , 08-13-2016 at 09:56 PM
      2 pts- wbtb
      10 pts- first dild
      1 pt- reality check
      2 pts- chain
      5 pts- subsequent wild
      2 pts- interaction w/ dc
      5 pts- eat something (drank water)
      5 pts- practice waking life hobby (fishing)
      5 pts- ask for advice
      = 32 points

      Three Step Goals:
      1.Advanced Flying
      2.Element Manipulation
      3.Mass Telekinesis

      New Dream goal: Go to the Moon
      Old Dream goal: Go back to Venice



      D1: Had a non-lucid but I couldn't remember it so I didn't count it.

      D2: Lucid- Mike & I were fishing at the lake near where I grew up. I spent a lot of time there with my family growing up & new it was a dream but I hung out & fished for a while. As I became aware & lucid I saw the lane that was my grandpa's long driveway. I had set the alarm for my wbtb so I woke up briefly to turn it off & chained into the next dream easily.

      D3: Lucid- I was still with Mike at the lake fishing but the lane was gone because I knew it didn't
      belong there I guess. The scenery was really pretty. (Reality check.) All majestic looking with the dam
      stoicly errect making it look like some sort of postcard picture. I started looking
      for people to interact with. We came across what looked like a concession stand & we
      got water. We then sat up on these bar stools while we drank our water, where we met a
      man & his wife who worked there. They were talking politics. It was a pretty funny conversation.
      They told me that there was a new law that all women had to be on birth control for
      population control. I was looking at Mike & laughing. I then proceeded to explain the
      insanity of this idea because I had a hysterectomy & don't have a uterus to even carry
      a baby. These people weren't getting it, lol. I finally tried to compare it to being
      a man. I said it's like the likelyhood of a man having a baby. It's just impossible.
      They said that wouldn't be a good enough excuse & I laughed & asked them what they
      suggested I do.


      Then Mike's alarm went off & we had to rush out the door. Today was back to school road
      trip day... I'm actually surprised by this. I usually don't sleep well the night before any kind of trip but I was so exhausted. I almost didn't care enough to even try for pts, but I set my alarm anyway. I guess it was a good thing I did.


      Non-Lucid-Green
      Lucid-Red
      Side Notes-Purple
      Competition Notes-Teal

      Updated 08-13-2016 at 09:58 PM by 90317 (I'm stupid)

      Categories
      non-lucid , side notes , lucid
    7. #246 - Fishing crocs / Lucid

      by , 05-27-2016 at 11:11 PM (The Oneironaut's Odyssey)
      Dream
      I remember being in a really low paying job by the shore. There's a lot of people around doing various jobs, but fishing is the more risky and better paying job. I'm not a fisherman, I'm doing some other job which isn't enough to feed my family (I have a wife and child somewhere in the background). While I'm on the beach I hear someone nearby shout out that they're looking for a new fisherman, I jump at this opportunity.. I really needed it. No matter what the risk is.

      I've joined the fishermen out in the water, I can't remember if I'm on the boat at first, but at some point I make a small catch and I'm quite pleased. I hop out into the water, it's close enough to the shore to be belly-deep. The fish we catch have a mechanical part to them it seems, and we sell these to make good money. But they're usually quite dangerous which is why the job is so high risk :/. I see off to my side about 2 metres away this huge red crocodile-like beast. It must be 3-4 metres long and covered in thick red spiky skin. Shit... I hope it doesn't notice me, I'm walking in pace with it as it wades towards the shore. It doesn't seem to be hostile, odd. I wade out of the way behind a boat I think, then when I come out on the other side I spot a HUGE hagfish. Its mouth opening and closing, displaying multiple rings of teeth descending into its gullet. I backtrack as it swims slowly past. It also seems oddly non-hostile... I head towards the shore, the red crocodile beast has swam off in the direction of the hagfish. I then see another huge crocodile beast, this one with grey-silvery skin and much bigger. It seems like a more ferocious and dangerous breed, it heads off towards the other beast. They creatures duke it out, I can't remember clearly what happened but they all died and I swam over to reap the materials from their corpses. I'm amazed that I got such a good haul for a one-off fisherman job .
      I'm back on the shore now, I've got a few small pieces of mechanical bearing-like things in my hand. I'm fiddling around with them while sitting down, trying to get comfortable on the slope. I keep sliding down, how did I used to do this? I put my foot on a wooden wall and stop sliding, I think this is how I used to do it?


      Lucid
      I JUST remembered that I had this, I can't remember a lot though. I realized I was in a dream and decided to stabilize, I remembered talking to my dream buddy about advancing my abilities with stabilization and wish I had finished reading the article he'd sent. I started by pressing my finger through the palm of my hand, it briefly stabilized but it wasn't enough. I then span on my axis a bit and felt the world begin slipping away. Aw shit. I willed the world to stay materialized which worked in my favor for a bit, but it still wasn't enough. I felt the world around me zoom in and out as I wrestled with stability, until eventually it faded and I awoke.

      I think this is my 60th lucid
    8. Huge Walleye

      by , 03-18-2016 at 09:18 AM
      Morning of March 18, 2016. Friday.



      This is a typical and easily decoded fishing dream (though my views on this common dream situation have changed somewhat over the years with new realizations and additional evidence) where I “expect” to catch a very large fish and do hook one but wake before fully reeling it in. I am near a bridge in an unknown region. The bridge is fairly high from the area near the shore where I go to fish. (A bridge typically represents either deeper dream entry or waking, but I do not utilize it here in any way.)

      I soon hook into a giant walleye, which is between twenty and thirty feet long (which is of course, ridiculous, especially as it stays on my line the whole time). I slowly reel it in and it splashes near the surface, filling spectators with awe. Its tail sweeps up from the surface, whale-like.

      An unknown man and his annoying large dog appear on the scene. I am not sure of what breed of dog it is, but it is possibly a Doberman. The man seems oblivious to the large fish I am reeling in.

      Soon, feeling amused, I deliberately reel the fish towards the dog, which is splashing in the water a few feet from shore. The big fish rises up from the water and swallows the dog in one gulp (the fish directly facing me as he does so). The man looks bewildered. I feel no regret and actually have to hold back laughter. In a short time, the water starts to lower somewhat, which represents the instigation of the waking process (and has as such since very early childhood, the first documented instance being in 1965).



      As I have found even more evidence that well serves the meaning, I will still note that fish have different meanings depending on the situation, as does a whale, even transitory meanings - for example, a large fish is the essence (and projection) of the dream self until caught by the dream self where it then becomes the emergent consciousness in being pulled from the dream state. This dream uses the “swallowing the dream remnants” transition and is analogous to the “Pinocchio” story on one level. Carefully considering the elements, I typically see a large fish or a whale as a dream self projection while it is in water (especially going deeper into a body of water). However, the giant fish in this dream is actually my emergent consciousness rising from the dream state (body of water) to swallow the dog (dream remnants and dream self projection, which are rendered as annoying and “intrusive” concerning my dawning awareness in getting closer to waking). This relates directly to the “Pinocchio” story, confirmed by the fact that Pinocchio is “not a real boy” (until the end of the story) and is thus solely the dream self rather than a thread or projection of the conscious self (the latter as with apex lucidity where the conscious self is almost completely aware, fully in the dream body, and fully in control). The whale or emergent consciousness swallows the dream self, instigating the waking transition. Swallowing is a form of coalescence of dream self and waking self and if you believe the theory of how complex cells came to evolve (through engulfed bacterium) then it makes even more sense.

      This pattern of dream meaning can be seen in a few dreams; the boa swallowing Danny (as he was on a scaffold which also represents getting closer to waking), the miniature lion swallowing our daughter, a very large catfish swallowing an unknown male, and so on, all during the waking transition, including even the one where each larger box “swallows” each smaller box in a series.


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      Uncategorized
    9. #172 - Unpacked / Octopi / Wnghigh

      by , 12-05-2015 at 08:10 AM (The Oneironaut's Odyssey)
      Finally got 3 dreams in a night again ^_^

      Dream 1 - Unpacked (02:42)
      We had just got back from a camping trip for class, some people hadn't bothered to unpack their things supposedly (the camp was 6 months long I think). I was one of the people who needed to unpack too but I took my bag and went out again. After a long period of time passed (another 18 months) everyone returned to the camp which then recommenced. I hadn't unpacked for 2 years now! We had a good deal going with the campus owners and we were allowed to stay there in these average rooms for free. I gathered with 3 others in a room with a couch, one was a blonde girl, another was a girl called Tooley, and the last was some random guy. It felt like when I knew Tooley was there I started.. bragging? I fibbed a bit with some of the details, but basically I was saying that I hadn't unpacked in 2 years (I had actually unpacked a little) and that I left as soon as the camp finished last time (it seemed brag-worthy in the dream). I think a couple of us are sitting on the couch now. The head of camp (since I don't actually see him) in my mind resembles an old balding guy with some white hair in white yogi looking clothing. There is some better accommodation available and we're going to be allowed to move in there, but then there's a change in the plan for some reason. We aren't allowed to use the good accommodation for some reason now, damn.. I remembered towards the end of the dream that the reason we had camp was similar to signing up for the hero registry in 'One Punch Man'. I think this was what gave some value to whatever it was I was boasting about, since it meant I was a strong hero?

      Dream 2 - Octopi (5ish)
      I'm fishing on a boat with a man who isn't my dad, but there's a certain father + son fishing thing going on. We're fishing/hunting for octopus. There are 2 types of octopus, 1 which has shells on its suckers and/or end of its tentacles, and the 1 which doesn't have any shells. The shell one is apparently really deadly so we only hunt the safe octopi. Something happened and we didn't notice we had caught a shell octopus in our last catch so we had to thoroughly check our current catch to make sure it didn't happen again. In a white container on the deck of the boat we're in the not-dad guy is lifting the octopi up one at a time with a wooden rod while I check them to make sure they're safe. We progress slowly because we don't want to get hurt by a shell octopus. Why am I checking them with my hands if my not-dad is lifting them with a wooden rod O_O. In the bucket there's about 4-5 of them and we finally make it to the last one. It's lifted up and I lift its tentacles up to check the suckers.. "Phew" it looks safe..
      "SPLARGH" a sudden sucked explodes forth and a load of salt water gushes out, with something lashing out from the sucker. It hits my neck and hurts me so much that I wake up startled with a spasm in my neck from the shock.


      Dream 3 - Wnghigh (07:23)
      I don't clearly remember the scenery in this dream as it kind of felt like reading a story with a few mental images to support it. The setting is sort of a 'sword and magic' world, I'm in a class with my friend Fighter Wnghigh which confuses me a bit because I assumed he was a fighter based on his name... But he wasn't :/ I had the feeling that fighters in this world were quite rare and maybe had a a slight feeling of taboo about them, but they were considered necessary. Something happens and we have to escape but I'm a 'wing fighter' so I stay behind. This surprises my friend since I'd probably be a social outcast if people knew I was a fighter. His sister has a similar name since she comes from the say family. I see a winding forested road with a driveway leading towards a residence, there's a family name sign saying 'Wngh' outside. His sister has a sword and wants to join the fight. Both the friend and his sister look like warriors from 'Dynasty Warriors' which was part of the reason I thought my friend was a fighter.
    10. Ferris Wheel Robot Car Cruncher

      by , 11-17-2015 at 05:17 PM
      Morning of November 17, 2015. Tuesday.



      My wife Zsuzsanna and our children and I appear to be living back on Barolin Street but it has more of a rural feel. At one point, I go outside and it seems to be early evening, during sunset. Some sort of unexpected large movement takes place to my right (though in the distance) and there is mild anticipation over something unusual about to be seen. Something soon comes into view from between a couple houses on our side of the street. It looks like a detached Ferris wheel rolling slowly across the street and away from our neighborhood. I can make out its silhouette against the dark blue sky as it rolls towards the horizon.

      Later, my wife and children are outside. Curiously, there is a couch on the front lawn facing the street but at an angle towards where the rolling Ferris wheel was last seen. Zsuzsanna and our two youngest sons seem curious about what I saw and are seated there in expectation. Perhaps it will happen again.

      Meanwhile, I am looking through a magazine which has various articles about guitar music and rock musicians as well as at least one article about fishing (kind of a strange mix). We will be eating fish (either lutefisk or sushi, neither of which I have ever eaten in real life), which is in a cheap plastic salad container of the overpriced kind sold in grocery stores. However, I have an additional set of at least three smaller plastic salad containers, also containing some type of fish salad, that somehow came out of the magazine. I am not sure if they are fresh, as the magazine’s date is unknown, and I remain uncertain about eating anything.

      There are a few photographs related to fishing. One photograph shows a man fishing from a small boat. Somehow, the fishing line from the photograph is eventually hanging out of the magazine and gets caught up in features of other photographs and even the guitar strings in a photograph of a male rock musician performing (playing electric guitar) on stage. I pull on it a bit and try to work out what other pages or photographs it is connected to. It is in somewhat of a tangle across a few pages.

      Eventually, the Ferris wheel (or a different one, as it comes from the same area and I do not recall the original event showing it rolling back to where it was), comes out in the same way as before. This time though, it stops and leans in our direction - though it is about a block away and not really threatening should it fall. It somehow transforms into a giant robot and picks up a white truck, crushing it and dropping it to the ground. I am worried about flying debris (even though it is not that close to us), so I get my family to go inside the house. Otherwise, the giant robot does not leave that area. It appears to simply be junkyard activity at this point, though the walking anthropomorphic car compactor is a rather fancy feature.



      There is another dream event, somewhat distorted and viewed from space, where an asteroid comes down into the ocean, causing a huge tidal wave that goes around the planet and covers most of the land on every continent. There is seemingly at least one “reset” where I “make sure” it goes all the way around to cover the United States evenly (though I am aware I had been living in Australia, which is the first to be covered). There is no fear or even much concern, just an odd emotion I cannot quite describe, with a slight giddiness, though not unpleasant. This is probably some sort of waking metaphor event; for example, destroying or “covering up” the dream state.


    11. Crocodile Wrestling and my Kitty Cat Friend

      by , 08-18-2015 at 11:38 AM
      WILD #1:

      I had been lying in bed, trying to WILD for the last 3 hours. I finally started to get tired and I felt my whole body vibrating. I had almost lost consciousness and gone into a non-lucid dream when H-Dog moved in the bed slightly, waking me up just enough to do an easy WILD transition.
      I felt my dream hands moving and did an epiglottis block to make sure I was dreaming, and then I got out of bed. I was at my parents’ house, in my dad’s office. I walked out to the backyard, onto their patio. It was winter time and the trees were all barren, strange since it is actually beginning of Autumn there at the moment and the leaves are probably plentiful, orange, and golden.

      I remembered what I wanted to do, tasks of the month. The first one that came to my head was to eat a moon rock. I raised my hands to the sky and made the moon come closer to the earth, it wasn’t happening very quickly though. Instead, I decided to make a single rock come to earth from the moon. It shot towards me at super speed and landed on the ground. I picked up what looked like a miniature model of the moon, or maybe what the moon would look like if it had been shrunk down to the size of a basketball. I took a bite out of it and tasted cold, watery ice. I looked at the moon rock and it had some Autumn leaves poking out of the space where I had just bitten into it. I remembered that I wanted to try to combine the fishing task with the ride a dino task so I flew over to a river and held out my hands, pretending that there was a fishing rod in them. A rod with line attached to it appeared and I imagined a dark shadow coming up from out of the river. I saw the dark shadow, but instead of a dinosaur, dozens of crocodiles appeared. Coincidentally, I think those are supposed to technically be dinosaurs. I caught one but I wanted to catch the dark dinosaur that was going to appear so I made it vanish. Another crocodile took the first one's place and a couple others started to rush at me. I started to wrestle the one that I caught and jumped on top of him. I was scared he was going to bite me so I let him bite my arm to be sure that I couldn’t be hurt. Then I tied the string around his snout and tamed him.



      Woke up to a F.A. where B-Dog was sniffing around my head. Dreamer was awake, but I quickly wrote down some notes about the previous dream in my phone then told her about it. We got out of bed and we were in my Dad’s office. She was showing me something gross that Jenkees left on a table, I think it was his jockstrap that he supposedly wore to play golf. I thought that was a weird thing to wear golfing, but I suppose I would be wishing I had one on if a golf ball came flying at my balls. We went downstairs and into the backyard where we were talking about going to the doctor and dreams. Dreamer said something to me that I didn’t have to go see a G.P., because I could just wait a couple years and she could become a naturopath so that she could treat me. Her face suddenly changed and she looked a bit older. I still thought she was the most beautiful person I had ever seen.

      DILD #1:

      I woke up and was trying to fall back asleep again. I stayed there for awhile, just watching the darkness while waiting to enter a dream. I eventually had the thought that I might be dreaming still, so I did an epiglottis block reality check, air went through. I did a nose plug RC just to be sure, same thing. I got out of bed, still in my Dad’s office, and then started to walk down the stairs. Dream ended.

      DILD #2:

      I was trying really hard to fall asleep again, but I didn’t feel like it was going to happen. I remembered that the last time I had this I was actually already asleep, so I did an epiglottis block, still asleep! I got out of bed, still in my Dad’s office. I walked downstairs and out the front door then started to fly. I remembered that I wanted to do my three step task, I didn't realize that I had already done some of them in a previous dream.
      I made 5 or 6 giant neighborhood bushes fly into the air and then revolve around each other in a circle. I then tried the next step, unsummoning, on another bush. First I tried to make it simply disappear, didn’t work, then I tried making it get absorbed into the ground to become one with the earth again, didn’t work. Then I tried to make it get thinner and thinner until it disappeared, that started to work but it just got really thin and never fully disappeared. I finally tried to yell, “POOF!” at it and make it disappear, still didn’t work so I gave up on that for now. Next time I’ll do better!
      I decided to fly to town and look for something to do. I started flying extremely fast and everything was zooming by me, but I wasn’t content with that. So I made time speed up as well so that the people and the scenery were moving quickly and I was moving at RIDICULOUS SPEED. I have no idea why the town was so far away when it is normally just a 3 minute drive.
      I eventually got to town and landed on black pavement. I was surrounded by brick buildings but that’s pretty much all about the scenery that I can remember. I looked into one building and there were people in there with a cat. I thought to myself, “How great, I’ll turn the cat into that giant cat and do the task of the year!”
      I made the cat get larger and larger until it was significantly bigger than me, then I made its’ coat turn golden-orange. It came over to me, licked me, and then started bumping its head against my face. Very cute!


      I remembered that I still had to take it to a beauty contest, so I made a door appear in the solid brick wall and opened it with my mind powers. I walked through with the giant kitty and we were at a cat beauty contest. There were a couple dozen other pretty kitties sitting patiently, but I knew that mine was the best by far. I walked up to the registration and the clerk was calling out, “Number 25, Vera? Vera?”
      Some chubby, blonde lady started to stand up and say something but I made her stop and sit down. I then quickly said, “Yep, that’s me!”
      The clerk handed me some tag to put on my giant kitty friend.
      Now I was just waiting for them to announce that I was the winner, and I felt like they had implied that I was the winner at about this point. I asked the main announcer guy to officially announce that I had won, but instead he said into a microphone, “Okay now, before we announce the winner, a couple questions from the audience please”.
      I started to wake up, the picture of the dream faded to darkness. I stayed still and waited for the dream to continue. I made the announcer guy keep talking until the dream started again. I successfully got back to the beauty contest and the announcer was rambling on. I asked the announcer politely, "Excuse me, who won?"
      He ignored me and two audience members asked some weird, random questions that I can’t remember. The announcer guy was answering them while I was taking sips out of about 6 different soda cans, but they were all mostly empty. I was trying to juggle the cans and make them stand on top of each other, but I was super clumsy and they kept falling all over the place. The audience laughed at my antics. At this point the announcer was still jabbering on and I had gotten a bit sick of waiting for him, so I rudely interrupted him, “Excuse me mister, who won? Who Won? WHO Won?? WHO THE FUCK WON?!”
      He just stared at me with a bewildered look on his face and blank eyes, then announced in a dull, monotonous voice, “There will be one more question we will ask, because we care about the quality of our contestants.”


      I woke up, tried to DEILD, couldn’t fall back asleep. I was kicking myself at that point for not summoning a black hole and sucking that announcer guy up into it.
    12. A Beautiful Beach, Building a Mansion, and Fairy Land

      by , 08-14-2015 at 03:17 PM
      WILD

      The dream started in a giant, outdoor pagoda. Dreamer and I were lying down in a bed that was right in the center of it. I felt really excited that I had gotten into the dream successfully. A scary looking guy walked up to us with a knife, so I smiled at him and told him that he could be our protector in this dream. I also asked him if he would please hire some chefs for me because I was hungry. He turned around then walked out of the pagoda. I looked to my right and there was now a giant section of the pagoda that had a professional kitchen, fully staffed with professional cooks. I wanted to tell them to kindly make vegan food only, but I noticed that I couldn’t move or talk very easily. I felt my waking life body start to mouth the word “vegan” when I tried to talk to them, but Dreamer assured me that I made no noises while I was asleep. I remembered Sageous’ advice from earlier that day – I didn’t need to worry about these lethargic feelings because they would soon pass as my body fell into a deeper sleep. I waited patiently while mentally giving the chefs directions. I could see them busily cooking several fancy dishes with a vividly coloured assortment of vegetables and fruits being cut up. I was excited to eat something delicious.

      I turned around to sit at a table with Dreamer while we waited for our meal. She was wearing an extravagant looking green dress and some very expensive looking jewelry. One of the cooks brought us each a dish of some strange food. I think that it tasted rather bland, but I can’t remember exactly.
      I decided that I wanted to build this pagoda into a beautiful house. The colours in this dream were extremely bright and beautiful at this point; there was golden, vaulted roof, sunlight was coming in through all of the sides, and we were surrounded by lush, green gardens. I asked the cook that brought us the food to hire some architects and designers for me, so that we could have walls, various floors, and beautiful decorations. An army of invisible workers quickly transformed our giant pagoda into a beautiful mansion, it looked kind of like a time lapse video.
      Dreamer disappeared and my lucidity started to gradually wane a bit at this point. I asked a DC to hire some servants and maids for me. A beautiful maid DC with brown hair, green eyes, and an olive complexion appeared and started talking to me.
      Spoiler for Sex:

      There was another part of the dream where I was wandering around thinking about metal that had the properties of rubber, I thought it sounded interesting and decided I would ask my material engineer friend about it when I woke up.
      The next part I can remember, I was taking an elevator down into a basement with an entirely white interior – there were bright, white walls, floors, and even furniture.
      Spoiler for Sex:

      Another gap in memory, I was going to a high school with Dreamer, but I was rich and too lazy to actually attend myself so I sent someone to take my place. They were equipped with a camera, two-way audio, and they would repeat anything I said. I suddenly realized that this was a dream again and thought to myself, “What the hell am I doing”. I took over the school proxy guy’s body and looked deep into Dreamer’s eyes and told her how much I love her. I was feeling very nice, enjoying the feeling of the connection that we shared. I then had a FA in our room.
      I was talking to Dreamer when I noticed that there was no roof or walls and that we were in a grassy field. I realized it was a dream but did a nose plug RC just for fun, then I grabbed Dreamer in my arms and we took off flying. We were high up in the sky and there were floating trains everywhere going past us. I looked ahead and saw this futuristic city that was floating on the ocean. I thought about going there but then I noticed a small building that was flying in the sky on a piece of levitating land. We landed there and went inside. It was an arcade/movie theatre/restaurant that was quite busy to boot! I really wanted to eat some pizza so I walked to the front of an enormous line and asked the cash register lady for two large pizzas with extra pepperoni. She pulled them out of an oven and showed me two pieces of cheese that had huge hairs in them, then told me that her boss put them there. I called him over then told him that he was quite naughty for putting his hairs in my pizza.

      The dream was suddenly interrupted by this out of place dream character that was supposed to be an angel. She had very fair features, soft, pale skin, bright, blonde hair, and deep blue eyes. She said to me that they didn’t really understand me (the DCs), because they didn’t actually know English. She started talking about this other language that was supposed to be the language of communicating with the higher self and other realms of existence. I kept talking with the dream angel while we casually strolled through an enormous garden. I have no idea what we talked about, but I do remember that she was at least 30 feet tall. I thought it was neat to see such a huge DC since I haven’t really seen giants that much in my dreams. I had another FA but never realized it was a dream.



      DILD/WILD?

      I was having a very nice non-lucid dream with a lot of beautiful scenery that is beyond my abilities to adequately describe, sadly. I really wish that I could take pictures of my dreams or draw them better.

      I was on a beach, alone, searching through the sand for lobsters/crabs. I found a dead one’s enormous limb, but no real lobsters/crabs. I walked around this giant wall and found an inlet into a manmade bay. There were 100 foot sandstone walls on all sides and rocks below. Some DCs were playing a deadly game where they would try to free climb up the walls before these gigantic, tsunami sized waves crushed them. The waves were coming from all 4 sides as well, it was very strange, but the game was a lot of fun! I climbed with them using incredible athleticism that I most certainly do not possess IWL. It felt really nice to be so agile and strong. Everybody got to the top before the enormous waves came in and we were all hanging out on a small, mossy stone cliff. A girl with blonde hair and blue eyes was there and she said that she had romantic feelings for me. I strangely felt a connection with her too. I was starting to tell her that I was in love with someone else when I woke up into a FA. I told Dreamer about the dream and the girl and she got quite jealous, very unlike her. I thought it was funny that she was so jealous though. I did a WILD in the FA and took Dreamer with me, back to the previous dream.

      We started back on the beach. I showed her the cool free climbing death game, and she struggled a bit to get up to the top with me. I noticed that the waves were going to crush her so I jumped down, grabbed her, and then flew up high. My flying skills failed me though and we started to crash back down to the ground. We landed on the beach, but there were no waves at all.

      I decided that I might as well try the fishing task, so I reached my hand into the sand and pulled out a fishing pole with a feather and a fishing bubble attached to it. I threw the line into the water with the intention that I wouldn’t catch or harm any fish. I felt a tug almost immediately and started to reel in, and there was a mackerel on the line. I pulled it up to shore, feeling quite awful about it, but I decided that I was going to try to get something positive out of it. I held the mackerel up to my face and asked it to tell me a secret. I saw the hook coming out of its chest and I struggled to get it out while the mackerel was talking to me. He didn’t seem to feel any pain and his name was Norigawa. He said to me, “Inner tail not good, powder is yum.”

      I thought that was a bit strange. He suddenly had huge, long, spiny fins. I tried to gently put him back in the water now that the hook was out, but I pulled the skin off his fins, revealing bones, and his chest had a gaping hole in it. I felt awful that I had damaged my fish friend so badly. Dreamer scooped some of the skin from his fins out of the water and stared at it in her hands.

      I wasn’t happy with how that fishing experience went so I decided that I was going to do it again! It was getting dark now, the sun had almost completely set and we were surrounded by palm trees. I said to myself that this time I would catch something profound. I started to throw my line out when a long, snake-like dragon started slithering towards me from the ocean, trying to be caught. It scared me a little bit so I said to it, “No, I don’t want to catch you!”

      It kept slithering towards me and I felt like it was going to become hostile if I kept being afraid of it, so I banished it to another realm that was halfway between here and somewhere else. I could still see it but it looked ethereal now. Dreamer said to me, “Aren’t you worried that it will escape?”

      The dragon transformed into a skeleton with Nordic armor and started to charge itself up with various rpg skills. I told her as I threw the line out to the ocean, “No, it can’t escape, unless something sets it free”.

      Suddenly there was a bright, fiery, orange glow beneath the surface of the water that was rushing towards my hook. I thought to myself, “Damnit…”
      This huge creature made of fire grabbed my line then jumped out of the water, its name was Diablos. It set the dragon-skeleton free and they both started to attack us. I summoned mirror images of them so that they would be evenly matched automatically, then summoned mirror images of Dreamer and I to use our own dream powers against them. I then made glass walls appear all around the dragon and Diablo, and vaporized them with a powerful, fiery explosion. Woke up.



      DILDs

      I don’t remember most of this series of lucid dreams, just small fragments.

      In one I was at a vegan bakery and I tried their pavlova, their cake, and this custard pie thing. Only the custard pie tasted delicious and I told the DC that made it that. She said to me, “I would hope so, that recipe is what built this place.”

      Another part, I was wandering through a restaurant, eating food off various DC’s plates, yum. I came to one old lady that was cutting up a huge steak. I thought to myself, “Hmm, that might be interesting.”
      Spoiler for Sex:


      Another part, I was wandering through a house when I saw Harley Quinn and the Joker. Harley Quinn said that she liked me but that she was never going to monogamous to any person, then asked if I would be jealous. I said no. She asked me again, “So if I was having sex with a guy in front of you right now, you wouldn’t even flinch?”

      I said no again.
      Spoiler for Sex:


      Another dream, I was non-lucid while standing on a frozen lake with Dreamer. There were characters from sesame street surrounding us. They were summoning random objects like old shoes and pans to throw at each other, but they would always miss. Splashes of various colours would appear where the objects hit the surface of the lake – green, red, purple, yellow, orange, blue. It was quite pretty to see. I’m pretty sure that the trees around us were sparkling too, I felt like I was in some weird fairy world. I became lucid from that and took Dreamer for a fly on a bicycle, it felt very E.T. and it was a ton of fun. I really loved flying through the air on that bike with her, exploring the magical landscape. I wish that I could remember more of what happened.
    13. Notes on dream memory

      by , 06-16-2015 at 09:20 PM
      I just woke from a night that was thick, rich, dense with dreaming, but the recall was scattered and sparse, which makes me ponder the nature of dream memory. After this last waking, I lay there for some minutes without being able to remember a single thing, not one detail, yet I knew for certain that I had been dreaming. This is a peculiar state of mind, the ultimate experience of ambiguity. I lay back down on the bed sideways across the covers so that I would not accidentally fall asleep again, and then let my mind drift, looking for the particulars. At first it seemed hopeless, like groping through mud, until through some mysterious process a tiny detail took shape...

      ...near my new house, a stream full of fish, all sizes and varieties...

      That detail links to more images and events, and then there all are, as vivid as life, all those memories that had seemed to be lost, and might have never been recovered had I not taken the time to seek them...

      ...I look forward to fishing, catching my own dinner... is the water clean enough? I need a fishing pole, I can buy one right now on Amazon, I'm sure they sell them, it will be here in two days... or is this the sort of thing I should buy in person? find a sporting goods store, feel the weight and balance in my hands first, try out the cast...

      ...and finally I'll have somewhere to shoot my bow! so nice to have space again.... but my bow and target are still in my old house, I won't have them until we complete the move... guess I'll have to be patient...

      ...a bit concerned about the neighbors, though, that father yelling at his children, hitting them with tires, and so openly, right in the yard! should I call and report? but surely someone has tried before, and nothing has changed. I walk back that way and he's still at it, now they're all carrying tires, all four or five children, and he's still hitting them, yelling "we don't put wood in the house!" what does that mean? all houses have wood in them, it's a basic building material... I should inquire with the other neighbors, something has to be done... at least my house is across the stream, away from here, secluded in the woods...


      And this reminds me of yet another dream...

      ...the two boys were living in such a house, alone in an open field, only woods on all sides. the old man must have been living off the grid, so no one knew when he died, and they quietly took over the house... his guests become his heirs... what did they do with the body, bury it in the yard? and then the seclusion let them build their operations, what was it, computers? what were they trying to accomplish... still can't remember...

      And another...

      ...but before that we were looking for someone, an uncle?...can't just "lose" someone these days, not unless they don't want to be found... it takes a lot of care not to show up on the internet, to avoid social media entirely. the only clue we had was a partial bag of english muffins, not sure what that can prove, but then I wonder if the city where it was purchased is printed on the bottom... sure enough it is... but it is the name of my own city! is he here, or is this not even the right bag?

      And so on... from no memories at all, to more than are worth writing down.

      What would have happened to those memories if I hadn't taken the trouble to consciously retrieve them? What happens to all the memories of the dreams we don't remember, or have forgotten? Is there a kind of deep storage? I think there must be, because from time to time they come swimming up in flashes, like fish catching the light near the surface...

      ....a gleam of light against the wall of the building across from us, like a tile of glass catching the sun... Arya isn't paying attention, I catch her eye and direct her toward it with my own... she looks the wrong way and I have to pantomime the gaze even more cartoonishly before she sees it... we are under observation and can't speak aloud... but at last she sees the gleam and we go over to find out what it is... I think it is magic itself, these signals... this isn't the first... but is it directed by a person or inherent in the world, plot, fate? we climb the stairs inside the building and open the door at the very top... with satisfaction I perceive it is a magical goods store, and actually tell the lady proprietor what brought us there... perhaps she or something she sells here can assist us in our predicament...

      That was yet another from last night, where my own turn of phrase, "catching the light," caught the memory. But often I'll be sitting around doing things in waking life and apparently random glimpses will surface of dreams I know I had years ago, probably ones I never even wrote down, yet in some obscure way they still shadow me. Where and what are memories when we're not remembering them? Dream memory feels like it is stored separately from waking life memory, which would make sense if we need to distinguish the two to maintain sanity. But maybe that sense of separateness only comes because dream memories do not fit into the established contexts of ordinary life... at least for me, where dreams and waking life have so few qualities in common.

      There are people who hardly remember their dreams at all... are those dream memories buried inside them as if in some secret vault? Could some odd balance of brain chemicals unlock it, bring them all flooding back, the dreams of a lifetime?
    14. #81 - Fishing and D&D, also a conclusion on Mugwort Tea

      by , 03-23-2015 at 06:13 AM (The Oneironaut's Odyssey)
      Black: Non-dream
      Blue: Non-lucid
      Red: Lucid

      Dream - Fishing and D&D
      I was in a river and I was a fish, I had to eat more fish to become a big fish, except at some point I become just a normal person and I find a really big fish. On either side of the river is dense NZ trees and bush that I find as quite a common occurrence in my dreams. The river was also quite shallow and very clear. I think the dream progresses on, as I seem to wander off with some people who are friends. I stop as I see something, almost like some has stored their belongings underneath some bushes (it felt like it was underneath a bed)... I stoop to see what's been left and I find D&D rule books, pathfinder rule books, heaps of cRPG computer disks in their cases and some other stuff. I immediately go hard-nerd mode and scoop them all up to take them with me, thinking how awesome it was to find such cool stuff . Must be related to the release of that new Pillars of Eternity game in 3 days and how I've been playing BG2 to fill the time

      During my WBTB I had some Mugwort tea, once again nothing really happened except being unable to recall dreams as well I as I usually would (hence only 1 dream). I feel it's caused by a drowsiness effect the tea seems to have... This kind of conflicts with another night where I had slightly more exotic dreams, like "The Wild" where I saw all sorts of crazy cool creatures... So I think there's a minor increase in vividness and exotic imaginings but it's pretty useless if you can't recall your dreams in the end :/. I can only surmise I don't have the right strain of Mugwort, since this contradicts the insane accounts of crazy vivid and strong dreams...
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    15. House Fishing and Hugging a Seagull - Feb 27, 2015

      by , 02-28-2015 at 06:26 PM
      Here are a couple of lucid dreams I had last night. They weren’t of very high vividness and clarity (more like waking world), but they were nonetheless fun and interesting.

      This is a dream induce lucid dream (DILD). One of my dream signs is fishing, so when I was standing on a dock fishing, I realized I was dreaming! As soon as I became lucid, I appeared in my mom’s kitchen, still holding my fishing rod. I was really enjoying fishing, so I wanted to do some more. My mom was standing at the kitchen sink, then she turned and smiled at me, and then I went off looking for a place to fish. I walked into the living room, and imagined there should be water under the area rug, so I rolled back 5 feet of the rug, and there was water! I quickly dropped my bait line into the water hole, lowered the fishing line down until I felt the bottom, which was at about 12 or so feet, and I started to jig off the bottom. Hey, wouldn’t that be awesome to have a fishing hole in your living room! Suddenly I felt a couple of nibbles on the line, and then I pulled the rod upwards to snag it. This fish dragged the line sideways under the floor. I reeled it in, but it was only a 12 inch pike, so I released it. After I released it, the fishing hole closed up, and there was only hardwood flooring. Hmm, where should I try next?

      I was determined to do more lucid dream fishing, so I walked over the hallway and cast my bait all the way down to the end, while I imagined the hallway turning into a river. The bait landed on the floor, but still no river. I slowly reeled it in while I focussed on there being a river. Just then, my wife walks up behind me and asks what I’m doing? I told her, “Not now honey, can’t you see, I’m trying to catch some fish here!” Unfortunately, I think I lost lucidity at the point, and I don’t remember what happened next.

      In this second lucid dream, it was awesome, and I voice recorded it after it happened, but then later in the night I accidently deleted it, and now I can only remember part of it, dang it anyway! Here’s what I remember. I was flying down a ski hill in the vertical position, about 5 to 10 feet above the slope, beside a friend, who was also flying. My friend was about 5 feet to the left and we were traveling about 15 mph, at night, enjoying the beauty of the scenery and starlit sky. Then a seagull came flying right over my head from the rear, only missing me by inches, then it turned around and mad another close pass. I raised my arm for it to land, but instead, it landed on my head! Typical bird!

      We travelled like this for about a hundred yards, but its claws were digging into my head, and it was a bit annoying, so I raised my forearm up to it, so it would climb on, and it did! A short while later, I started to hug the seagull, and I could feel love radiating from this bird! I was getting all these memory flashes (can’t remember of what). My friend flew in a bit closer and raised his forearm for the seagull, so I carefully passed him the bird. The seagull climbed onto to his forearm, and it started to grow bigger and it began to morph into a person, but then it returned to bird state. When we got to the bottom of the ski slope, the bird flew away, and we decided to land and go inside the ski chalet. I don’t remember what happened after that, but I have memory fragments of my daughter being there, and it was a happy time!
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