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I dreamt a long time ago that I was in the air and i had to choose between heaven and hell, and heaven was scary and I tried to leave, but then someone said no stay wait. So I did and then I met some people. I went to a swimming pool that had lap lanes, and I thought, Im in heaven, but I don't see Jesus anywhere, where is Jesus? And then a guide came and carried me to a different world. I was outside. It turned out it wasnt heaven after all but Jesus carried me to the REAL heaven. I was outside and I walked into a room inside with a huge blue pool and there was a lifeguard sitting on a high chair by the pool.

In another dream about heaven, I was in a literature class and a painting class, and the woman teaching it was angelic and I loved her and I saw her bedroom and her clothing hung up.

In another heaven dream, I was auditioning to Julliard and was asking the adminstration desk at Julliard what I needed to do to get in. It turns out it was actually heaven school and the angel at the desk said something along the lines of, "I hope they have compassion on you." And then suddenly i was in a feild of flowers and i was lost and then God carried me back to my bed and I woke up.

Ive had many dreams where I was visiting heaven. In them I had the lucid sense that I was visiting heaven. It wasnt 100% a lucid dream, but I knew it wasn't ordinary consciousness. I was flying going to classes and talking to angels. The very first heaven dream I had was when I was in a psychiatric hospital I dreamt I was in an angelic swimming water meditation class I was meditating in the water with other people and then I was in a cafeteria and later after I meditated and pondered on this dream I thought it was REAL and NOT A DREAM and I was really visiting heaven in night in body, that God carried my body there and back again. I reflected on it again and realized it was just a dream but it was a prophetic dream, a dream giving me insight and wisdom onto what heaven is like and that what happened in the dream was exactly what happens in the swimming water meditation classes in heaven are. In another dream I was tasting fruit and making fruit smoothies and the food I was dreaming about are foods that only exist in heaven cafeterias. It was another prophetic dream.

I accidentaly left George Lopez on TV. The episode was a rerun from the previous night. I woke up, remembering that the TV was on, but then instead of getting out of bed, I thought "I'll know I'm dreaming know" so I went back to sleep. I forgot for a moment, then I realized it again. I went beast mode. I was walking through the town, then I thought to myself "These are NPCs, right? Therefore, it won't matter if they die." So I saw my perspective slowly lift into the air as mechanical sounds were made. All of a sudden, my body was enveloped into a metal chassis. Flamethrowers were hitched to my arms, and my tongue turned into a machine gun. I started torching the town, the pathetic NPCs cried for help and safety. I thought that it would be cool to take on extra terrestrial beings, so I summoned aliens. Ate the flashy ships. Then I thought after the town was crushed "let's take on a deity" So I cycled through a list of deities, Aries, mars, venus, Aphrodite, Cupid, Zeus, then it hit me. God. He caused the death of my trusted guinea pig, Max. I summoned him into the world in his true form; a spectral representation of a human being much bigger. I shot rockets at him, and he threw bolts of lightning at me. I dodged it in a bullet-time like matrix. I punched him as I valiantly cried out "This is for max!" Then proceeded to wake up. I had some "lumber" I had to "cut down" when I woke up in the morning, and here I am. Like a boss. yay

Marathon of the Gods

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am an old mayan god and stroll through the rain forest. Everything has an avatar like look. My god friends challenge me to a race and we get ready. We start running and I pass rocks, mountains and different surroundings. I run through forests and deserts. I finally win and I get an old, weird looking stone with red glowing carvings in it. With this stone I have to activate a mechanism but my alarm goes off..

I am walking through the school, down to the art hall, when I pass the power walking class coming in. I see Ian and he passes; I see Kellsie and she starts to talk to me but then walks away with her friend. Amber, Angelique and Andrea are here too; Amber comments on how weird that was. I sit down with them, close to Amber. Her hip is just barely resting up against me and I can feel the contact and warmth. She says something about cuddling, and I am open to the idea, but she stretches out on Andrea instead. Her foot, with only a sock on, is resting on me and again I can feel the warmth.
I am writing something on a blank paper. The ink is black but my writing utensil is a carrot. Amber tells me she likes my handwriting and I tell her something like "...but I'm just using a carrot...".
We have been waiting for Ian to come out of the locker rooms after power walking, and finally the doors are opening. Instead of people, small robot/machines and spaceships fly out.
Now, Ian is with us and we head to Mrs. Greig's room. It is one of the last days of school and we are going on a field trip. It is rainy and dark (it has to be night) out, but nevertheless, that is where we are going.
Outside, I walk alone and I walk slightly faster than everyone else. I get to the front of everyone (I've only noticed passing two people) and I think I've arrived where we are supposed to be. There is a hole in the ground, partially covered by a grate. It is stone and the bottom is illuminated in orange light. Something down there is producing creepy music. I continue on.
Alone now, I find myself at the entrance of a cave. There is a tall rock here and on it '32' is painted in white. I know that it is talking about the most number of dreams that have been had. I think that that sounds reasonable because of DEILD. I get down and crawl through this cave. As I make my way through I see lots of graffiti, but it seems to be colors and art, not words. Certain pieces of graffiti show different scenes - I see one with the Eiffel Tower and a beautiful purple background.
I end up at what seems like a dead end. There is a window that looks like it's made of a think slab of glass or a very translucent crystal. I look through and see a small circular area with walls of stone and more uncommonly shaped windows. There is a guy in there, seemingly entertaining a crowd (that is behind the windows?).
I am now in this circular stone room, with a very vague impression of being below the surface of water. There are two blonde girls here and they are talking about another girl. This 'girl' is an octopus the color of shimmering snow. She circles the room and now I am supposed to kiss her. She holds her tentacles out and I gently kiss one.
Now she is gone and I am buying something from these girls for just under 20$. The twenty dollar bill I give her has the 'In God We Trust" crossed out in red pen, and I know that she notices it.
I now seem to be in another room. I'm listening to the guy from before as he gives some kind of speech. He starts talking about how you should raise your kids as 'black Jews' and how they should believe in God. Everyone but me applauds. I walk away.
My dad is here and we start looking at all the stonework and how they make it. The same guy comes out and sets down a chunk of marble and tells us it is made of basalt



~ maybe meditation and ADA are helping..

Dream 1


I am going shopping with my mom. I like the shirts they have here and end up getting about 4. I start thinking that I already have a lot of shirts and should've bought some shorts. One of the shirts I buy is a purple and black stripped shirt that I already have. On the left of it, in small white letters, it says 'God is Dead'. I am wearing the shirt and I like it.


Dream 2


I'm walking down a street, going to a lake. My family friend E is with me and I think her mom and brother are not too far behind. On the side of the road is a little ditch with some running water. I sit down in that and am able to float in the water as the surprisingly strong current carrys me away.

In 1986, when I was 22, after graduating the year before from Florida International University with a degree in Fine Arts and moving to Boston, I passed through a difficult period of life, feeling a sense of hopelessness and deep despair. At the beginning of this period I had dream in which I saw a butterfly fluttering in my hand, and some kind of toxins spilled on it, and it died. In the midst of this time in which I felt spiritually dead, I had a dream….

Funeral Noel

In a dream, I watched my funeral,
surprised to see it seemed a festival.
The happy mourners sang, as I was witness,
around my coffin, “We wish you a merry Christmas!”

Soon after, in March, 1987, I had this transformative, life altering, unforgettable dream of God's touch…

I walked on a slightly curved path of stones and realized that I was in the front yard of my childhood home in Virginia, by the beech tree for which I had always felt a strong affinity. It was around my same age and like a brother to me.

I felt the presence of three versions of myself: in all the surroundings, the sincere, childhood freshness, newness of everything, simple rapture under the night sky; an older version of my self, as a teenager experiencing a first awakening to the mystery of life and consciousness in the universe but with no living knowledge of the world, of working and suffering; and finally my self as I was, a mess in a mental, emotional, spiritual, and physical sense. As with my beech tree in winter, all the leaves had fallen.

I (we) stood beside the tree, and suddenly I felt a Subtle Fire being placed around me as if by two invisible cupped hands that felt as though they had sprung into the moment from outside the universe. For the first time in so long, I felt healthy and whole. I jumped for joy to know that the touch of God's love can create life from abject destruction and death. I flew over the house and the trees in a beautiful springtime world full of colors, toward the forest I had explored as a child. Far below, on the side of the house, I saw a sign with writing and three faces. I felt that that these were pictures of family and that the words written were: this trip is sponsored by the Father, Son and Holy Spirit.

dream archive, 1987

I was only able to sleep for about 4.5 hours tonight, but managed to have a lot of dreams. To begin with, I was out in a field, with several other people. One women, older, with red hair, was laying on a towel commenting on how her faith was strong, and she believes will carry her. Everyone else was ridiculing her to some degree, except for Steve Carrell (who was using his persona of Michael Scott from "The Office") who said he had an answer. Upon hearing this, she said something along the lines of, "Ha! I told you my faith would pan out," but it turned out Steve was merely interested in the same question, to her dismay.

Steve also used his influential wealth to landscape the field into these tunnels, where we would find God ("faith," though I'm assuming he was referring to God). At this point I was the only one, carrying a flashlight, and exploring the tunnels. I would turn the flashlight into dark corners and see large beasts instead. The first time, I stumbled across a tiger, and immediately ran further into the tunnel, where I came across a spider that could spit fire. Unfortunately I hit a dead end, but the tunnel was extremely high, and I began climbing to get away. When reaching the top I see rungs of a ladder bolted into the wall, which is more metallic than the dirt wall 10 feet below.

While hanging on the rungs another spider is watching me, and shoots out corrosive pustules. The previous spider also finished climbing up near the corrosive one, and began shooting fire. I'm not entirely sure how I was doing it, but I was returning the fire and pustules in a way similar to Link and Ganondork in Ocarina of Time until both spiders fell down below. After stamping out some of the fires on my shorts (in particular the shoelace piece of some gym shorts), I'm aware that I'm dreaming- I'm not entirely sure what the trigger was but things became a bit more clear. I started looking around and was aware that the rungs of this ladder only started really high up. As someone who doesn't like heights too much, I became a bit nervous but decided I would just take the leap. I hyped myself up, reassuring myself this was a dream, and jumped.

As I fell, the entire place started taking on a texture similar to the ladder and transformed into a airplane hanger. I began flying around (the first time lucidly), noticing the pleasant feeling in my stomach as if I just dropped, very similar to the initial jump when skydiving. During this time I used the means of flying as a sort of dream stabilizer, constantly telling myself I'm dreaming and moving around through the air very quickly, using a swimming motion. I could also float without making any large movements, and would reassure myself I was dreaming in this manner as well.

At some point I land on the ground and I stand before a fighter jet. The man in the jet already got out of the plane for me, and began strapping me in. I did not request to be velcro-ed in, and double-checked that the man also had to do the same thing. I again became a little nervous about flying, as this time it would be much higher, but lost lucidity shortly beforehand. While in the jet (no longer lucid), a group of plane stewardesses were standing by the jet. I reached out and started touching them, talking to one women in particular who seemed to know me.

An unknown amount of time passes, and a documentary of some sorts starts playing, recounting the tales of some guy with a funny name in a fighter jet. It appeared the man (who was me in the past) successfully flew the plane and afterward founded a school, dying later at a ripe age of 80 something. I remember "new" me walking around the place, not particularly impressed, and stopping before three men. One man, bigger than the other two, with glasses, was standing around and trying to talk to one of the guys, who was on the phone. The third man, a much older gentleman, was trying to convince the guy on the phone they should talk together. I had a feeling that the man on the phone and the man with glasses were about to achieve something, and I was given a window on which to observe the start of the achievement. I do remember the man with glasses was a bit uncomfortable, telling the guy with the phone he should be more willing to make friends.

As I continue walking around, I end up on a cliff of some sorts and there was a friend I had, playing next to a computer, transformed into a 6-year-old. I approach him and we began talking, me in a way I'd talk to a kid learning about computers, and him as an intelligent six year old. Next to the computer was a joystick of some sorts that I tried plugging in so he could play a game of planes, but the power wasn't working. We end up talking about lucid dreaming, and he tells me that he recently had one. I recounted the one I was flying in earlier, though it doesn't occur to me I'm still dreaming.

I walk past him into a house, and enter my living room at home where my mom is currently measuring the status of her pregnancy (she isn't actually pregnant). I was surprised by the notion of being the oldest of three after the birth, especially considering my mom wanted to rush it as much as possible. By the end of her tests, she concluded the baby's heart was 7 times larger than my mother's stomach, which meant things were progressing at the expected rate. Later on I help my mom package these sushi rolls, though we used packaged meat instead of seafood. My mother wanted the rows to be placed tightly in a container, so that each row touched the meat of the other rows without folding over. I had no idea how to do this, and she remarked it as me being scared (i.e. "Don't be scared of the food" which she often says about things when she wants me to be more forceful with something).

I don't remember how I got here, but I ended up running around in my high school (circa 10th grade), and running by some people I knew. When going down the stairs, an old friend knocked down a pencil, and followed me telling me I dropped it. I thanked her and went to use the bathroom where I decided I wanted to pull a prank. In the stall I was only wearing a shirt, holding a pair of boxers and pants in my hands. Through the stall cracks I see someone that I pranked using this method, and he sees me. I'm self-conscious about being naked on the lower half, but conclude it's not a big deal and start talking to him. During this process I put on the pants. I have no idea what the prank was.

Lastly, I have an overview of Fenway Park where the Yankees (7 runs) are playing the Red Sox (6 runs). The game was close, and everyone was idolizing "Big Papi" (David Ortiz) who, though it seemed doubtful at one point, managed to get a grand slam and somehow scored all 6 runs. Everyone was cheering, and a riot of people with signs commending him was forming outside the stadium. During the 7th inning stretch (presumably), my view followed the Red Sox, and, more specifically Big Papi. Somehow he ended up standing before a podium, decked out in a confederacy uniform. This did not surprise me, nor warrant my attention- I simply made a note of it.

Considering I haven't been lucid for a good amount of time, and the night where I first post here I end up being lucid, I think this site has a lot of potential, at the very least in making me more aware of my dreams. Looking forward to more!

- Josh

A woman is showing me the human brain. It is organic and fleshy, but some sections are metal. She's a teacher, and I'm drawn in to every word. She points out one area that is clearly defined, toward the center of the mass, and calls it the 'carnelian,' which is an orange-reddish semiprecious stone. She then proceeds to stimulate my own nervous system by stabbing a needle into the junction of my upper back and neck muscles. I feel awash with giddiness and strange energy. She passes me a stick, and I flip it several times and set it down. We are in a restaurant, several other women are about.

I'm in a circle with about a dozen guys, several who are older than I, several who I have a rocky past with. A couple are wearing sunglasses, one has a giant visor blocking his face. We're all talking, the topic, I'm not sure. I write a prayer into a journal, then I realize that everyone has passed it around and read my deep thoughts that were meant for God. Maybe they were meant to be in on it. There's a hilarious and strangely ineffable segment that is of a video my friends made, with mirror-like properties.

Many people are on a balcony, myself included. A tetherball hangs directly above. To start, the chef at the restaurant I work at (who's funny, young, crazy) tries to do a trick off a ramp on a BMX. He fails. A couple people come out on the floor below. I throw the tetherball and hit one, as we are playing 'dodgeball.' Then, I leap onto the tetherball. My weight makes it start to swing in long, wide circles, very fast. I'm careful not to hit the walls of the room. I twirl around and around in the air.

Later, a girl asked if I spoke English (in English). Her and another started speaking in Spanish. A co-worker called me a pretty boy (probably not in a good way) and told me if I were to work out, I'd have nice abs. What a confusing ending, as I was abruptly awoken right after.

Another set of dreams coming off ganj-smoking, so this 'REM rebound' phenomena is startling and incredibly vivid.

30.03.2014

Persuading a God while He Tries to Kill Me, Balloon Giraffe, Green Squares of Death (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I’m inside of an educational facility, and apparently, there’s a news station crew that broadcast that it’s dangerous to try and enter a certain room because criminals are inside of it. I had the intention of going into the office way before this announcement, but now, whatever plans I had were delayed.

The “criminals” come out, and there’s an outbreak. People are screaming, panicking, and running for their lives. I can’t really see the criminals that well, because everything felt like a rushed blur, but the dream shifts to where I eventually get outside.

There’s a balloon giraffe that’s probably 300-500 in the air, and as for the actual height, at least 50 feet or so.

It apparently has the ability to summon large light green squares, and can mentally break them apart into smaller cubes, and they’re all being directed to me. This ends up being a dream where I just run for my life, trying to use whatever I can in the environment while gradually developing an escape plan, other than to wake up.

I can feel my back tingling constantly in this dream, and even though it gets annoying, along with the head pressures, it helps a lot with avoiding the green cubes. I already know I’m at a major disadvantage since the floating giraffe can move about anywhere, and can get a quick aerial view of where I could be at. I couldn’t cover large distances, so my general tactic was to hide in buildings while peeking to see if the giraffe is off looking at me in the other direction.

But it seems that as long as the giraffe can locate me, the green squares’ composition can be manipulated to fit into the tightest corners, and then swoop in to try and inflict damage to me. Speaking for damage, I’m pretty sure I was attacked several times, but I didn’t really feel any pain.

The adrenaline, and other surging tendencies prevented me from noticing this. Maybe I knew it wouldn’t be something as dangerous, but it’s hard to know if I would be aware of that in the circumstance I was in. The giraffe’s composition was nagging, and this made me realize why this giraffe may exist within the dream.

I felt as if I was having to deal with a projection of how I conceptualized someone’s over-inflated ego. And because the visage of the giraffe was stationary, correlating its attacks at me, while it portrays no emotion whatsoever, since it’s a balloon, makes things pretty intimidating.

I speculated on whether or not the same individual I engaged in discussion with in waking life was either a Sociopath to remain calm, and yet still be so aggressive at the same time without even knowing that they’re being so in the first place. Building after building, and crashing into so many random items and resources, I finally get some breathing time.

I took that time to speculate why I haven’t woken up as yet, especially when all the rushed surging of adrenaline was so overwhelming. I guess what helped sustained me within this dream was that I was fluctuating between going into a dream body, and then just viewing what was happening if things were too overwhelming. It’s hard to describe, it’s almost as if I wanted to see how this dream would turn out, despite of its nonsensical nature.

After a while, it seems the giraffe isn’t going to win this hunt, so it decides to turn into what seems to be a godly entity. And I swear he looks exactly like the Advice God meme:

He has a built chest, and is wearing white robes that seem to move around like smoke. He continues to use the green squares, keeping his distance away from me. I continue to play this game of chase and run, realizing that he’s obviously not here to kill me, but rather to intimidate me, and wanting me to respond to his random queries.

But then again, I don’t think it would’ve been wise to stop someone that turns into a giraffe to hunt you down in the first place. I’m now in a building, and I reach the top floor, and it almost feels as if it’s some kind of public school in New York, or some kind of area where there’s mostly dull colored buildings.

The flooring consists of a checkered tiling with dark gold and dark brown, and there’s all sorts of papers and fliers. The entity starts creating winds to swoosh into the area, and now he’s augmented his size so much that I can see his whole eye extend probably up to 20 feet just from me looking at the window. He asks me at some point,

“Why don’t you believe?”

I get confused, trying to strip away the obvious reasons why he would ask me this. After this, I believe I woke up at some point. After going back to sleep, I’m now in a building, except it seems like a mix of a laboratory, and a disco dance floor, exceptt with white tile flooring and walls, and no disco ball. There’s an entity wearing a fancy suit, and had a body composition similar to what you would see in Team Fortress 2’s Spy (never played the game by the way).

Except his suit is black, and he just has an expression, despite wearing a mask, that makes me feel really bad for this guy. I don’t know what it is in particular, but something irks me about him.

I think I was going to declare generalizations on nihilism to him. But what would be the point of telling a spy that his objectives have no inherent meaning?

Get it? Get it? Geeeeeet it? Okay, enough cracking existential nihilism jokes.

After avoiding conversation with the guy, it seems I’m headed for an elevator nearby, and it’s really an open elevator where you can see some of the gears and metal bindings. OH, there was another dream shift before this I think where I'm Roxas, and I'm trying to run away from the giraffe, or the godly entity, can't remember who.

After that, I can’t remember what happens next.

I was in a pretty big house with a woman and another person. The owners of the house were out and we had to babysit 2 girls. Turns out, the house was haunted and we would be attacked. We set up a trap in the bathroom and we thought we killed the spirit but then everything got worse. I prayed to God to let me defeat the spirits and when we went to look for them, I could see them. It was a demon and I started fighting it. It was all hand-to-hand combat but I eventually killed it. I then fought a spider demon and killed it but can't remember anything else.

In my other dream, I dreamt that i bought a Scion or something. I went with Cristiam to pick it up. I had specifically asked for modded rims. The car was black and red with matching rims. If we took the top off the car, it would turn into an ATV. The old man selling me the car drove around his store with it and then it turned into an RC car that also worked as a helicopter. Cristiam drove the RC car/helicopter around for a bit and me and the shop owners were visibly annoyed that he just kept playing.

I was at home (hometown?) and saw an old man through the window, and I thought, he shouldn't be here/there. And then, I must be dreaming! Immediately, the surrounding became darker, until I can't see anything but darkness. I was then inside our living room (hometown for sure), but surrounded by darkness, and crystalline sparks. I kept saying "Clarity" hoping that it will clear everything up, but it just got darker, and I just got confused. I also focused on breathing. As everything went dark, I thought, I must be waking up, but told myself, no way.

I was outside on the backyard. I felt like it was ours, but it doesn't look anything like it in real life. It was night or just dark. There's a small field for planting. JV's mom was working on it, tilling the soil, and I started to worry. Some things are out there that might cause harm. Some small things. After I secured my own mom, I dragged her to the sidelines and then I fought the small flying... thing. A small robot. It flew up what looked like an elevated garage. I kept focusing my powers of electricity to shoot it, but once I raised enough electricity, they turn into paper. I tried moving stuff with my mind instead. I raised metals and threw it at the robot. Eventually, I forgot all about the robot (which wasn't retaliating in any way) and I practiced my dream powers, trying to lift a heavy metal pipe with my mind. I kept failing, but eventually I succeeded, but not by much. I thought, This will be cool practicing this all the time now that I can lucid dream!

I was inside an abandoned building with others. It was night outside, and it was dark inside the building. We were avoiding some things. Bad things. Evil things. (Guh... so that's how Good Omens affect my writing...) We hurried to get out of the gate (invisible, which is quite silly) before something inside caught us. We didn't look back.

I was outside, still night. I looked back. I saw happy faces of my high school classmates (quite clear was JG's face) as if they just finished playing basketball.

Daylight. We're supposed to escape by climbing some sort of really tall statue that reaches way up in the clouds. A companion commented how there are some snakes up there now, which didn't happen before. A short scene near the beach (or the road near Victorias, where the road is elevated from the sugarcane fields on both sides): someone was walking on the fields. I was walking on the elevated area (road).

I was up on the statue. There's a platform where barrels and/or snakes roll out, and we have to jump over them and avoid them, which gets more difficult as the level increases. (I swear to gawd that's what I thought in the dream) There were monkeys somewhere here. At first I was just watching, but then I went into first-person view, and I slipped under the mouth/area where they barrels/snakes go out. I ended up outside a building, holding up a window. I had to, or else the whole factory (house like) will collapse, and all the white monkey workers inside will get crushed. After a while, I let go, and the monkeys were able to escape. The area felt provincial, like the areas I used pass by via Don Salvador Benedicto.

There's something about a chosen one, a child, but that part of the dream mostly escaped me.

Spoiler for WARNING: Violence:

I was reading a book. I'm reminded of Florante at Laura and the whole rhyming thingy. The cover's drawing looked like it was evenly spaced out trees on the water, but from a top view. It looked old, the book. I opened and read. There was a woman being threatened by a man (the drawings looked Old English, or something). The woman protected someone (the chosen one?) or some people, and the man threatened to tell the authorities (?) unless she has sex with him. I saw the line drawing in the book where the man was pushing the woman on the wall facing him, which represents him raping her (although both were clothed in the drawing, I felt the cries, despair and humiliation of the woman). Under the table very close to them are two figures hiding, one a child and the other another woman, presumably the mother. The woman was looking at them in the drawing, still protecting them. Although the rapist was looking in the hidden people's direction, it suggests that he didn't see them.

I was watching small girl (the chosen one?) talk to God (he looked and felt like the one on Facebook, but full-bodied). She was asking him questions and he answers her with funny responses. I forgot the details of the exchange.

NOTES:

I slept around 4 p.m.
I woke up around 5:44 p.m.
I meditated before falling asleep.
I was listening to Linkin Park (Hybrid Theory) and The Gorillaz playlists the whole day.
I thought about how the music I was listening to connects to my high-school memories.

08.12.2013

Bleached Blonde Female Demands That She's At Least 2 Year Older Than Her Partner (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm shirtless and I'm wearing long black pantaloons with some dark brown boots I believe. The environment is snowy and very cold to the point where I literally start shivering after being more aware about it.

I'm not really having full control of my body, I'm just speculating from a distance of my dream body walking with someone. The girl in front of me that's walking backwards in front of me while I'm walking forward looks familiar.

Her visage fluctuates between a realistic face and an anime face that's similar to Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex's female character faces. It's smooth, fairly big dark blue eyes, and long bleached blonde hair. She's wearing a dark green jacket and I believe is wearing a skirt of some kind.

The first set of colors that come up as I'm recalling this is some kind of checkered red and black skirt that only goes all the way down to the mid-region of her thighs. But other occurrences with being with this female involved her wearing a light milky blue skirt that extends more to her knees.

Apparently she claims she prefers being in a relationship where she's two years older than the partner. For some reason I stopped a bit to do some kind of calculation despite not knowing when her birthday is. I visualized words of the months passing by and fading away in the environment up to the sky. A noticeable number was "15," and then I decided to stop it altogether since I didn't seem to be getting anywhere with this.

After standing around there passively for a while, the female is really close to my face and resorts to the anime style visage before turning her back at me and conforming to the realistic human face.

Spoiler for Contingency note so I can remember which blonde in waking life she resembled:

She still looks oddly similar to the blonde chick that kept showing me lewd poses of herself in clothes in the past when I was younger.

Keywords to distinguish her: Netherlands, blue party hat, model, crap I hope she doesn't even find this dream in the first place.

Except her hair is tied up into a ball, and she's even skinnier than before. It's almost as if I was interacting with her younger form, maybe 3-5 years younger as of the year of this dream journal entry. After that, it seemed she started to fade away like a regular dream character that seems to just exist to fill the cold and empty environment with some activity.

The buildings themselves had a dark violet overlay on them, which felt like a weird combination with the color of the snowy environment. Other than various cool colors, something about this dream felt really weird, I just can't put my finger on it.

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08.12.2013

I Have to Take the Other Route to Heaven (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Oh, this dream....and the fact that I just happened to watch a 3d animation video on some skeleton trying to get to heaven after it...








Anyway, since I didn't really care much for the content of this dream (i.e. making it into a chronological pattern), I'll just give a brief list on things I recalled:

• The environment resembled Meltokio from the Tales series (specifically Tales of Symphonia)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
• There were all sorts of religious, angelical, and other symbolism and archetypes within this dream.
  
• There was a large white cloud that served as a barrier from me getting to the other side of the city. If I were to get near it, a random cartoon entity that seemed to have resembled the image of God said I would have to take an alternative to get to Heaven.
  
  I think I'll take the mode of belief with the casual atheist and impartial agnostic route for this dream like an older friend and I seem to garner a predisposition to, thank you very much.
  
  
• Dream characters seemed to have emulated the art style for Tales of Symphonia 1, and I recall seeing someone wear a Pope-related costume. The large semi-oval hat with a pointy tip at the top consisted of a dark blue color with some gold-colored markings.
  
  His robes were mostly a milky butterscotch color with an overlay of pasty milky brown...as if I can really give actual color names...
  
  
• This area felt so real to me, but I wasn't lucid for very long seeing how I reveled more into this dream emulating me actually going out on an adventure similar to the Tales series.

• It's just one of those dreams that would make one contemplate if they were to switch their perception of reality and make the new one their quotidian lifestyle instead.
  
  
  
• The same God-related entity gave me a thumbs up and a wink with his left eye when he was telling me I would have to find an alternative way to heaven. And he wasn't even a three-dimensional entity, just your basic 2d entity that somehow made some fade transition that was slapped on the screen I was looking over in a bird's eye view.
  
  Jeeze, could the higher self bird's eye view implications be a bit more prevalent here?
  

That's all I recall, at least in the spectrum of trying to cohesively make a chronological pattern here. The rest would've been environment descriptions, which would be another mini-novel by itself.

I dreamt about the girl of my dreams apparently, it was something like a slideshow of our life together you know... About how i meet her, how i mimic everything she does to show her my affection, she sees that ofcourse, i behave like a nerveous trainwreck, but she still loves me. At a certain point i get better and our whole life becomes this sunset fairytale, where we hold each other tight, look into our eyes drunk with love and ofcourse kiss like there's no tommorow, my whole life i spent with her... In the beginning when i met her i was seeing the whole thing 3rd and rather than me there was this hella awkward guy. (Guess that'd be me in a different form) So i approached her at a bus stop and tried to talk to her, upon not succeding i just asked for a hug and she gave me one, i saw myself jump around filled with joy, after that it was the happiest moments and only that... but it isn't so vivid anymore...

Anyways, dream life goes on and i find myself in this wierd art classroom with only like 8 or 10 desks and a wardrobe shelf (yep) in the corner of the room. I had stolen a painting and everyone thought it was mine, so ofcourse i accepted the praise and whatnot, but i had acctually stolen the painting from an abandoned house.
After that a teacher came to me and started giving me shit about some other thing and i threw my coffee at him in the presence of the whole class. He didn't do anything about it he just dissapeared...
I went to the wardrobe shelf thingy at the corner of the room to put my stuff in it, but only not on the acctual shelf, but a mini shelf attached to the side of the whole thing. Then i looked to the side and i saw that girl... i think she smiled at me. Then we started cleaning the whole room and putting up christmas decorations. After we were done, two teachers came in and started commenting on how they thought we couldn't do it and they were very proud. I looked at my right again and i saw her smiling at me... Then i woke up and did a WBTB (unsuccesfull)

Now it's my birthday, not the exact date, but a couple of days earlier and i'm having a party at my house. I'm waiting for people to tell me happy birthday, so i could correct them, but no one seems to even know that they're at my party... No wonder, my guests are no other than Kris and his friends (not really friends in the waking life) I'm standing in the kitchen and no one's there so i decide to go upstairs and check around. I see a light coming from my room, so i go there. I see Kris and he says "Congrats man! You chose the right room!" And we begin a tour of every room of my own house, while they are rhyming and singing and opening doors and i see people in the rooms doing exactly what Kris is rhyming about. At one point he was rhyming about an old man with a rubber dick, so you know that was fucked up...
So the whole thing turns out to be like a birthday present for me. At the end of the tour we end up in my basement and upon opening the door i saw three corridors. To the left was a corridor full of ugly chicks, the one on the right there was that girl... taking a shower, and in the middle corridor there was this like conference room, with a conference desk and everything only it was situated on clouds and there were like 6-9 people sitting on both sides and a guy sitting in the master seat or whatever.There are mini clouds infront of everyone sitting there on the left they are greenish and on the right black. For some really idiotic reason i choose to go to the middle room instead of the right one, where the girl of my dreams is... so those people at the conference room start talking about destroying earth and stuff and before they could finish their demonic plan i was back at the entrance to my basement, then Kris asked me which room i chose and i told him. He called me a moron and i woke up...

I dreamed I was Jesus.

Or maybe a Jesus-ian figure, for legal purposes and what not. I'm giving the famous Sermon on the Mount. There is a giant crowd, and I'm preaching under a large tree on top of a hill. I'm trying to give an uplifting message, but I also know via Dream-o-knowledge that there are people out in the crowd who is purposely/accidentally going to fuck it up for everyone else. So I keep tailoring my speech so that it can't possibly be misconstrued, but my Dream Jesus powers of mind-reading tells me it's not working.

I am tempted to smite them with God powers, but as I'm Jesus, I had to remain patient. This goes on for a bit before the dream fades.

I was with some people. It felt like I knew them but I don't remember who they were. We were at a cemetery, or like a park or something. I remember there being something large like a big grave to my right because I couldn't see past it. We were led there by some woman. She revealed to us that she could use God's power to change the weather and demonstrated it. Then she called to God and the sun shone brighter than anything I've ever seen on us. We all went to our knees, I remember being able to imagine what I thought God's voice would sound like and it made me feel terrible. I felt like I was going to have a heart attack. And while this was happening a small tree near us would burn up, then grow back. Over and over.