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    1. Monday, November 8

      by , 05-04-2022 at 11:26 PM
      I’m with Melissa and by what seems like a warehouse building. The following seems more like a movie, but also like I’m experiencing it? The dim, empty warehouse space has a cluster of what looks like large cocoons on the ceiling in the far corner. They are black and close together. There is a creepy woman here what crawls or somehow gets to the ceiling and slowly metamorphoses into one of the cocoons. Her face remains most recognizable the longest, and the scene zooms into it and her creepy grin. Now, I think Brittney is here too and it’s like a small amount of time has passed. The warehouse is now a small airport or a single terminal that we have to use. Melissa does not want to go, as we have to pass right under the ‘cocoon people’. It is fairly creepy, but I try to persuade her to just get it over with. We end up stalling in a gift shop here.
    2. Wine and Gift Shop

      by , 12-14-2015 at 09:14 PM
      I went into a pretty blue building in some other town. There was a sign outside that said free bottle of wine and I think it was a promotional thing to get people to buy more wine from the wine shop. But when I went inside there was not really a free bottle of wine. The wine was free but I had to purchase my own container to put it in and some of the containers were $6 and I didn't buy a container for the free wine because the sign was deceiving and the containers were no good.

      The shop had other things so I got two bars of soap. One bar of soap was bright yellow. When I went to the counter to purchase the soaps the woman asked if I wanted to hear about their other offers and I said yes even though I really didn't want to. Then she tried to sell me Christmas cards. She was trying really hard to sell me those Christmas cards. She even wrote messages in them for me and then held them up for me to read and asked me questions about how I liked them. Even though I had no intention of buying any Christmas cards, I let her show me at least three Christmas cards because she seemed so nice and I couldn't think of an equally nice way to say I didn't want to buy any Christmas cards so I was relieved when I woke up.
    3. 1/25/14 - grandparents long errand

      by , 01-25-2014 at 08:12 PM (Leaving the matrix)
      I'm with my grandma and grandpa and my sister. We are at this shopping center, It looks so strangely lighted, like orange light. We go into this walmart type store, and I walk back and forth at the end of all the registers, then my grandma comes so we exit, and we walk to a ATM store, like a whole outlet for people to use ATMs, it's across the street from another ATM store, and the ATM store we are going into is where the ATM store moved too, it used to be in the empty ATM store next door. I see my grandpa fiddling with his wallet, then we go in and it turns into a gift store and buffet place. I see my moms cousin in line getting food, I hug her and tell her I love her, then me and grandma go to the gift section. We hear my grandpa say come one, so we get on the green s10 pickup truck he is driving, it's smaller than usual, we are all hanging out and it goes super slow and makes no noise, he says the freeway will be to long, so he'll go this short cut, but it is for shuttle train ride tracks, and worker men are walking about it. He drive into it and we barely make the ceiling clearance, the roof of the car scrapes it, and we continue through, I worry a train will come or a worker will go after us, but we keep driving though, and we get into this building and he drives though it, it looks like a casino.
    4. 30/07/12 Asya, Japanese gift shop, Owl necklace and Green sushi

      by , 07-31-2012 at 02:22 AM
      I am in a small city in Japan with one of my old classmates Asya. We are on holidays here together and this is the last day, soon enough we are supposed to go home. We are walking through the street full of souvenir shops and small food places. We enter one of the antique gift shops and I look around.

      The shop looks much bigger on the inside, I see stalls and stalls from floor to the ceiling with all sort of things. We are here to find something for our friends and families.

      On one of the stalls an owl necklace catches my eye. A small metal bird with a watch in its stomach. I take it in my hands and at it for quite a long time, there’s something wrong with the watch, but I can’t wrap my head around what is wrong. One thing I know – they are not the usual type and they definitely don’t show time. I head the sudden loud chattering sound somewhere at the back of the store and turn my head to it.

      I don’t see anything that could make such noise, but for some reason I imagine some sort of insect. I’m surprised to see that nobody else has looked in that direction, seems like I was the only one to notice it.
      When I turn back to the stall, the owl necklace is gone.


      We are eating sushi at some other place, I eat one made from some red fish and the guy that sits nearby says that it is gross because it’s made from sturgeon. He then reaches the plate and eats another one from some kind of green fish…

      That’s all I remember for today.
    5. counterfeit argument; porn in hat-box; bad movie seats

      by , 11-07-2011 at 02:14 PM
      Good morning, everybody.

      Dream #1

      I was in a store like a high-end gift shop with my family. My mom, a couple other family members, and I were all huddled in a circle, conspiring to rip-off the store somehow. We may possibly have settled on something regarding a check. I then walked away from my family.

      I had a green slip of paper in my hand. This was a check. I walked toward the corner of the gift shop, where there was a huge statue, maybe of stone, of something like a stereotypical Native American chief, with a big, feathered headdress. The shop must have been in a mall: a few meters off to my right was big, wide doorway leading out to a huge hall.

      My sister ran up behind me. She started arguing with me about how I hadn't included her on the plans to get money. I told her something about how she had been too late for the meeting the rest of the family had had.

      My sister wasn't taking any excuses. She now had the green "check" in her hand. We stood in a kind of empty space in the shop. My sister started yelling at me that she knew I'd created this counterfeit check, and that my signature, forged to be someone else's, was the one on it. My sister would get me sent to jail.

      A woman walked up from beside some glass counter-cases, like jewelry cases. She asked my sister if there was any problem. I may have told the woman there wasn't any problem, hoping that my sister would just stay quiet.

      Dream #2

      A bedroom in an apartment. The apartment had all black walls, almost like they had been burnt, or like they were walls for a theatre production. The lighting of the apartment was also very stage-like. The apartment seemed to be from the 1950s.

      There were three people in the bedroom: a husband, a wife, and the husband's friend. They were all maybe in their late forties or early fifties. The men were dressed nicely. The woman was done up for bed. She wore a thick, pink robe with dark pink lapels, and she had her blonde hair done up in thick curlers.

      The husband himself may now have been getting into bed as well, maybe just dressed in a white tank-top undershirt and a pair of boxers. He may have been kind of skinny, bald and big-headed, with a mustache.

      But just as the husband seemed to be getting himself settled in the bed, the wife found a porn novel. The front cover illustration may have shown a pretty, blonde woman in pink underwear in some kind of night scene.

      The wife yelled at the husband that he shouldn't be reading this kind of stuff. The wife ran out of the room with the book. She threw the book out of the house, out onto the stairwell landing.

      The husband's friend cried, "No!" as the woman tossed out the book. The book just sat out on the landing. But I knew that the husband's friend was going to get the book.

      The husband's friend may then have given a little speech, in narration, as if to the audience or in his own thoughts. He said, "A book like that is too valuable just to throw out. Besides, he likes those books. But if I just take it back and hide it, the wife won't care."

      The view may now have been of the bedroom again. The husband was in bed, but the wife was still walking around the room in her robe, not getting into bed.

      On the wall to the right of the bed was a closet, which may have had its door open. The closet had a high shelf, on which was a brown and tan striped, cylindrical hat-box.

      The husband's friend continued, "I'll just hide the novel in the wife's hat-box. That's where I hide all the husband's pornographic materials.

      "The wife knows it, of course. Every time she opens her hat box to get her hat, she sees all the husband's pornographic materials. But the wife is okay with that. Because this way she knows that the husband is at least trying to hide his pornographic materials."

      I may have seen a second hat-box in the closet.

      Dream #3

      Possibly a dream where I was in a theatre, watching a movie. The theatre was enormous, with three aisles of seats, in a kind of flat "U" shape. I was sitting near or in the front row, toward the left end of the theatre.

      I may then have been sitting far toward the right end of the theatre. I had a female friend with me. We may have been stuck behind a column. With the column and our veered angle of the screen, the view was really bad. The screen may have been big and at normal height at first. But now it was high up and kind of small.

      I asked the woman if she was okay with our view. She probably wasn't, but she probably told me it was fine.
    6. The Alien Adventure.

      by , 09-06-2011 at 11:33 PM (Aeolar's Lucid Reveries and other Hoopla)
      I am at this place similar to somewhere in the Sierra mountains, and I decide to go off on an adventure. I then decide to go the long way around and climb this mountain. As I am scaling down it, I see all of these small scale cul-de-sacs that are in the midst of a disaster. As I go further down, they get larger scale, and I see this one figure that looks like Bart but with long spiky black hair. I am now in a gift shop, and when I look out the window, I see Christina. She sees me as well, and runs and and hugs me. I see Dad as well, he comes in and says something to me. Now, the DC's disappear, and an older middle - aged man comes into the shop. He asks me if it's OK, and I say yes (There is a lot more dialogue).

      I feel an unpleasant sensation in my man melons, and feel a moving sensation. During this, I can't see, but I feel a feminine presence over me. Now, I am aboard a flying ship, in a room with the old man. I want to know if I can ask him a few questions; he isn't sure because he should be in NY by now. I ask him if he is an "alien", he says yes. He then tells me the word for when one truly reveals themselves to you, whether your a robot, alien, or whatever, no disguises. He tells me this word. It starts with auto, and I ask again what the word was. I repeat it to myself as to remember what it was, but when I awoke, it was almost as if it vanished. He then showed me these pictures of little children on what looks like a curved piece of white leather. He then tells me that "It's best to come in when they are young!" I tell him that I have 1, maybe 2 more questions. I want to know when we will be able to talk through info packets of thought, and he says when we raise our vibrational frequencies, then I ask when that will be, and she simply says "Soon." I wake up.
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      I am at my North Grandparent's house, and Jackie some chick from school is sprawled out on the couch. She tells me to make a portal here, here, and here. I do it, then jump into a portal in between the chair and the couch.
    7. Jack's Flying Car

      by , 05-04-2011 at 03:33 PM (The book of mars)
      I'm walking through a lot of sludgy snow on all fours down the street. I put my thumb out at every car that goes by but no one picks me up. One car slows down. It's a pink see-through "car" made of cardboard. It doesn't pick me up but I follow it.

      I arrive at some shitty little house. The hallway is so tiny I must walk sideways through it. In the kitchen, I pour myself a big cup of smoothie. My mom's voice from somewhere comes out and says "That's all pineapple!", and taste it. It is.

      I open a door and see a bunch of kids playing outside in the back yard. I don't join them. I open another door and now I'm in my basement from my childhood house. My kitten (that I have in real life) sneaks down the stairs and my mom tells me to find her. I look around and become distracted by noticing my basement.

      It has fused my memory of the basement and the house, and there are stained glass bookshelf cases right next to the stairs. I walk into a room behind the stairs. It's a giant library with our big bookshelf case (usually in the dining room) in a largely empty room. There's a middle room next to this one with three bookshelves, all filled with just two series: One fantasy series my mom read, and another Peanuts-esque comic series my aunt read (it doesn't really exist). On one of the bookshelves in this room is a big collection of all the art Graeme Base (of Animalia fame) ever did.


      I look through a doorway and see a bunch of people and Heather standing around. I do a weird dance and end up on the floor and a girl next to Heather does the same dance. I walk into the first room again and now it's a gift shop in my basement. All of my friends are here on some kind of "field trip". I start reading some holiday cards which are in a case.

      My friend Justine comes up to me and says she's upset that she's so mean. I say "Yeah, you're an asshole, but I am too," and we talk about we are mean and wish we weren't. I end up hugging her and Heather comes over and seems unphased by it, which I'm glad about because it wasn't a sexual move at all.

      I go back to the card section and really want to steal a Harry Potter "card" that is actually a really thick notebook full of original sketches by the author. I imagine that there are cameras in my basement because this is now a store, but end up grabbing it anyway. It's time to go so everyone, including me, walk through a new doorway exit to the driveway.

      I get in a car that Jack's driving and my brother Holden is supposed to be sitting next to me. He gets in for a second but leaves. Jack doesn't know that he left and speeds off. Time lapse to us driving on a main road in my town. I say "Jack, pull over here, Holden's there," and we do. I tap on the glass of my window and Holden looks up. We're on the other side of the road, though. He has an air of superiority so as he walks through the busy traffic, all the cars stop for him, some of them dangerously close to running him over (but he doesn't seem to mind at all).

      He goes to the sidewalk next to the car and starts running. He is challenging Jack to a race to wherever our destination is. Jack takes offense to this and starts speeding to make sure he wins and runs every red light. I'm kind of panicking and as I get more and more afraid, the car goes more and more out of control. Soon we have so much speed that the car starts to fly.



      We are in the air and I see we're going to land in a really bad place, in between some buildings in like a hedge or something. It seems really dangerous. We land....and I lose the dream.
    8. Gift shop thief

      by , 02-10-2011 at 06:00 AM
      Dream Type- Normal

      This dream took place in a sort of hybrid location- what appeared to the hinterlands surrounding my home town but containing architecture similar to what you would find in the poorer districts of Rio De Janeiro. I wandered the streets of this location for awhile before spotting a gift shop. Somehow I managed to shoot the owner of the store when he came out to tell me that I couldn't come in. I instantly felt terrible about murdering the man from a mixture of fear of being caught and also the fact that I had committed murder. And some point in the dream I did feel like turning myself in (this guilty feeling followed me throughout the dream from this point). I entered the gift shop and began to look around at it. I remember vividly that it contained multiple shelves holding t shirts. Each wall bar one had a window, at several points I would run to the window and look out, perhaps fearful of approaching police. I began to obsess over a particular pile of t shirts on one of the shelves. The shirts were all pertaining to my home state of Tasmania. None of them grabbed my interest. By this point a large crowd had gathered over the body of the owner, but once I approached them I realized all they wanted was to come in and shop. I allowed a few people in, three girls I believe. One of them had a tape player. She sat in the corner and started to play it some Ryan Adams. I instantly recognized the song and pointed this out to her. We discussed the good points of Ryan Adams music for awhile. I even made a quip about how people confused him for the horrifyingly more incompetent Bryan Adams. At this point I decided to exit the shop, past the growing crowd of people.

      I made my way through the slum like areas of the town with the intention of finding a bus and making my way home. Still the guilt of my murder followed me. I progressed upwards through the streets, eventually making my way up to a mountainous pass. I realized at this point that I had gone the wrong way. When I looked out I could see city of the gold coast in the distance, with its distinctive skyline. I turned around and began to run back through the slum areas. At this point I awoke.

      Interesting points: The immense feeling of guilt is something that I can still recall now as I write this. Makes me kind of pleased to know I don't enjoy murdering folk. However there was a slight foggy notion of everything being okay as I was in the dream- like somehow I was slowly becoming aware that I hadn't actually commited a murder. At some points I even remember thinking 'It will be alright, you wont get caught, I am certain'. I now believe that this sort of immune feeling to what I had done was a semi-attempt at my brain realizing the falseness of my scenario. I have notice that recently I have become more logical in my dreams, even when not lucid.