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    1. The “Patches” Odyssey, Part Two

      by , 11-02-2018 at 05:02 PM
      Morning of May 24, 1970. Sunday.

      Dream #: 1,252-01. Reading time (optimized): 2 min. Readability score: 73.



      In Part One of “The ‘Patches’ Odyssey,” I described the beginning of my dream, of which was like watching the opening credits of the animated musical “Gay Purr-ee” (1962). “Opening credits” had been a part of many other dream state beginnings in my childhood, but this was clearer and brighter than usual. There were several different versions of the “Patches” dreams (later ones by intent), though with the same main segments.

      After the alligators had flipped our canoe, they drag Brenda to the opposite side of the river from where Toby and I had been in the cypress trees. In addition to the “alligator king” character being influenced by “Turok Son of Stone,” the scenario itself was from an influence of the cover of the January 1968 issue.

      Toby and I are later on the opposite bank of the river. We discover that Brenda is on her back, presumably having drowned, draped over a tree stump, with water dripping from her shoes (which are dark blue with silver buckles). I am kneeling before the dramatic scene on one knee. There is no blood or gore. Eventually, three bats fly around and seem to mourn the scene. I am also aware that they are fairies which may be able to heal her at a later date. (This stems from earlier dream segments about three fairies changing into different forms, including bats, birds, butterflies, and moths.) They sing the Dickey Lee song “Patches” with different lyrics, which oddly distort to “down by the sea” (instead of “down by the river,” even though the setting is near the river and not the ocean). Her resurrection is a result of otherworldly magic.

      In another dream segment, Brenda is missing. She had been kidnapped by a man who sells Holy Bibles from a small market stall. I follow the three entities (that are now butterflies that become moths as evening approaches). I discover that Brenda has been tied up and gagged and kept behind the market stall on the lowest shelf facing the inside. The unfamiliar man (who presents a mean visage) is selling small King James Bibles with both black and white simulated leather covers. I untie and rescue her when he is elsewhere. Red silk bookmarks of the type sewn into the Holy Bibles were sewn together and had been used to tie her up. (There may be an association with snakes, as such bookmarks are narrow and red as well as forked on the outside end.)

      In an offset segment, a literal bed space strand occurs. I see myself as sleeping in the southwest bedroom (my parents’ bedroom that my father later used for music). The head of the bed was against the west wall, where there was a row of three big jalousie windows in reality. In my dream, however, there was only one sash window in the middle of the west wall. It has twelve small panes. The top three are missing.



      End of Part Two. There will be one more main part.


    2. Rescue in the Philippines

      by , 06-08-2018 at 12:08 PM
      Morning of June 8, 2018. Friday.



      I am uncertain of the foundation of my dream, as I become aware at the beginning of a scenario that takes place in the Philippines. (My brother’s Filipino wife-to-be and daughter are presently in the Philippines.) It begins as the common water induction (which is autosymbolic induction into awareness of sleep dynamics and the internal body clock as analogous to tidal factors of Earth), but I originally start out walking from a featureless small dark room that directly leads to a small beach with a small wooden dock, the following scenario of which seems to be taking place in early afternoon.

      An unknown female (though of whom is a subliminal thread of Zsuzsanna without my conscious self identity being extant) is sitting on the dock. An unknown Filipino male of about twenty is sitting on the right side of the dock, his legs over the edge. Apparently, a young boy has been kidnapped and the female is trying to reason with one of the men involved in the kidnapping, which seems politically motivated.

      I walk onto the dock, my dream self’s awareness increasing as a result. The other male looks at me as I sit down. “What are you supposed to be, a medicine man?” he asks me sarcastically. He seems to think the female hired me to rescue the boy. I am aware that I am now wearing a Native American breastplate and tribal regalia. He talks about the kidnapping of the boy as if the act was justified. He takes out an AK-47 from underneath the dock that had somehow been attached to its underside. I have a vivid awareness. On one level, I feel as if he might shoot me, yet on another level I feel something in my mind that is not lucidity, but some other form of augmented self-awareness (of which allows me to non-lucidly alter and sustain my dream). Additionally, the gun seems to have an unlikely hollow essence, somewhat like several pieces of hollow plastic loosely fitted together, though I still decide to perceive it as “real”. (The unfamiliar male is the preconscious, but I instinctually modulate my dream back into the water induction stage in the next scene.)

      Another one of the kidnappers, also male, is now present on the dock. I decide to go and find the boy, as these people are starting to annoy me. The female is no longer present. I wave the dock away but I am still standing on the surface of the water as the others fall in and seem to have difficulty swimming. I am barefoot (subliminal awareness of not wearing shoes while in bed). I enjoy splashing around on the water’s surface without sinking. I walk on the water for several minutes, vividly feeling the essence and movement of the wonderful water beneath me. One of the kidnappers agrees to show me where the boy is being held. Although he cannot walk on water as I can, he is able to swim for a distance until I decide to fly and carry him.

      We reach a room where several males are sitting at a wooden table. One of them is the boy. His face is full of bruises and spots of blood. I lightly touch his face and he is then seemingly unhurt and in a better state of health and clarity of mind. I think of doing this to the kidnappers, but when I touch two of them, they fall over, possibly dead. (This is because the boy is the emergent consciousness personified while the others are preconscious minions or virtual “echoes” that become sublimated in my liminal choice to correlate with the waking process.) I get into one conversation about Jesus. I am supposedly a descendant of Jesus (ironic as I am not a Christian). Something in my blood supposedly gives me divine abilities.

      I decide to fly the boy back to the previous location. On the way, we fly through a large hall that seems to be outside and inside at the same time, but is still supposedly part of the ocean. (This is typical water lowering waking symbolism, as I am aware the hall’s water is of a much lower depth than the rest of the ocean.)


      Updated 11-18-2019 at 08:44 AM by 1390

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      non-lucid
    3. From a Boat Trip to an Unsolved Kidnapping

      by , 05-27-2018 at 09:47 AM
      Morning of May 27, 2018. Sunday.



      Typical RAS modulation autosymbolism was going strong in this non-lucid dream but still did not activate the waking process, so I slept a couple hours longer than I usually do (even though Zsuzsanna and our children were up and in the lounge room with the television on at one point). If I cannot rely on RAS to wake me at a certain time with unique dream content (which is what a dream’s autosymbolism is inherently for) at the top of an ultradian rhythm, then I consider that very unusual.

      In the first part of my dream, the setting is a unique new variation of the King Street mansion, the second-floor apartment in the middle of the east side of the house. My non-lucid dream self does not care that it is an impossible setting. I happily sit around on the floor for awhile listening to bizarre fictitious music (on a record player yet) where the lyrics make no sense at all. The “music” seems to have rock elements, but the male vocals are mostly randomly spoken phrases. I hear the audience cheering, so it must be a live recording. At one point, he chants slowly but loudly and clearly, “Yellow bathroom”. (This is a biological hint to my dream self, but I do not feel the need to use the bathroom in my dream.)

      I notice my curtains are open, and I see an unfamiliar male lying on his left side on a ledge, in his underwear, enjoying the wind and smiling. It seems to be late morning. Apparently, he is enjoying the music I am playing. (Of course, this is a liminal projection of how my real physical body is as I sleep.) I am annoyed that neighbors can see in, so I attempt to close the curtain. (In reality, this scene could not be possible either, as the windows had only a view of the front of the house across the street, so there was no side of a house right near the King Street house, though what does my non-lucid dream self care, from a lack of any viable connection with either the unconscious mind or my conscious self.)

      I hear an unfamiliar girl’s voice yelling about my music, and their music is turned on more loudly, even though the male was enjoying my music. (I did not think my music was loud at all.) A different male argues with her and there is yelling for a short time. I go into a different room and I am now in the lounge room of the Stadcor Street house (which only has the first floor) with Zsuzsanna. Now, the events are shifted to the first floor in the house next door as well (and as usual my dream self does not notice the impossible change). I mention something to Zsuzsanna about the music and an unfamiliar male, who can see into our house through our window from his window, loudly says, “You think you can beat me?” I reply by yelling, “Why don’t you leave us alone?” I then yell at no one in particular, “I’m tired of crazy people always living next door to us!”

      I go out to the front yard and bash several unfamiliar males on the head with my Olympic barbel (no weights) and swing it around like a baseball bat until no one else is standing or moving. My dream shifts into reinduction rather than the waking process during the RAS modulation event and I now find myself riding in a skiff tied to the back of a small motor yacht. Curiously, I do not recognize this scene for what it is and no lucidity is triggered, only an elevated vividness. I am now a female (of about twenty-five), though not a female I have any conscious knowledge of. A man tells me to tie an additional length of rope from my boat to the back of his motor yacht (as the previous one had apparently came off and I am now drifting over the ocean). I somehow do this even though the distance would not logically allow it. I throw the rope and pull it lightly, but a large knot seems to make itself with no effort on my part (to my left; reinduction orientation and stabilizing). “That’s a good knot,” says the unfamiliar captain from the other boat. A few other unfamiliar people look on.

      After a time, I am “myself” (though only about twenty-five) and another (unfamiliar) male is sitting to my right. We are still on a skiff on the ocean, but there is no other boat now. We go through an ambiguous area where it seems I am inside a house for a short distance even though we are also on the ocean. I notice many large sharks swimming below us. The water is unrealistically clear. I am wondering if there is any danger, though I do not feel concerned. The other male denies there is any danger and tells me how sharks only eat things that are at its own level in the water. I do not feel any fear, more like cheerfulness (almost comedic) even though there seem to be hundreds of sharks below us.

      Soon, the scene shifts and I am walking with the same male and an unfamiliar female. We are in an unfamiliar town near mostly commercial buildings. After we walk a short distance, the male vanishes. We look back to see someone running in the distance. Suddenly, I am aware that we will be blamed for the kidnapping of the male that vanished. We are carrying small plastic bags. We stop to look inside them. The girl’s bag has the ID of the male that vanished. I know that the police will be here soon and that we are being framed by an unknown person. I take the ID and throw it behind a soda vending machine thinking it will not be found and that I am being careful and intelligent in my action.

      The police arrive and I am still holding one of the small plastic bags. The scene somehow shifts to where I am in a police station (though of more of a restaurant appearance). The police officer is looking at the supposedly kidnapped man’s credit card (made of cardboard), a large sparse clump of hair, and some other items. The officers do not seem to think I had anything to do with anything, but I still tell them we were framed. (The girl is soon no longer present.) “Can you take fingerprints from plastic bags?” I ask. I say, “I know my fingerprints are on them, but they will probably also have the fingerprints of the kidnapper.”

      “Can you take fingerprints from hair,” I ask. “Can you take prints from paper?” A police officer at a counter looks at me as if he is wondering why I am still here. Two other officers look at me annoyingly as well. They are not interested in me at all. I decide to finally leave my dream (in a liminal state, as I am not viably lucid until the last moments) and finally wake as I step through the door. (This last part is quite odd. I am liminally trying to force RAS modulation by way of my conscious self, but nothing happens, probably because the process is often transpersonal in origin in its natural form. On one level, something similar occurred recently, where I learned I was not in trouble for “killing” an unknown male, though my dream self had the opposite focus as to this one and I did not seem to be as fully modulating it myself.)


    4. 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).
    5. The Dark Tower – A Bridge to Doom

      by , 12-16-2017 at 06:05 AM (New Dream Adventures of Raven Knight)
      2017, 12-14

      The Dark Tower – A Bridge to Doom

      I am walking with the others along an old road. For while it is hard to see anything around us, because the road sits down below ground level. We finally come to a bridge. It is a large suspension bridge, although it doesn’t look like it is in the best of conditions. I think Eddie might be sick. He says the heights have never been one of his favorite things. Roland asks if he thinks he’s going to be able to make it? He says now is the time to admit that if it is the case, and we will find another way. I can see that Eddie is looking across the bridge to a point where a lot of it is broken away and it looks like we will have to cross on top of a large curved pipe. That doesn’t look particularly easy. After considering it for a bit, he says he’ll make it just fine. I tell him if he needs help I will help him. And also his Witchblade will. If he slips and falls, it will not let him fall. It will shoot a tendril or rope to grab hold of something more solid, and then it will pull him up. So we start across the bridge.

      Eddie is doing his best not to look down. Roland and Susanna both seem OK, although Susanna seems a little uneasy with her artificial legs. She has gotten used to walking on them, but this is something new. Jake seems to think this is fun. He seems to have no fear heights, and he is making his way across the bridge as if there was nothing wrong with it. We are making our way across to quite easily. We come to the part where we will have to walk across the curved pipe, but there are cables to the sides of it so that we can use them as hand rails. Jake runs off across the pipe. That’s when he decides he’s made a mistake, when he looks back and sees his little Billy Bumbler struggling with it. Oy is having trouble getting purchase on the curved pipe with his clawed feet. Jake is trying to urge him across. Eddie seems to be doing OK for now, so I go forward and try to scoop up Oy learned my arms. He doesn’t seem to want to be touched by anyone except Jake. I told him that I can carry him across the gap. Jake is also trying to reassure him, telling you it’s OK and let me pick him up. Finally he lets me scoop him into my arms. I look back and ask Eddie if he will be OK? I say if he has trouble, I can come back. He says he will be OK. So I carry Oy across the gap in my arms.

      There is an asshole at the other end of the bridge now. It is the asshole Gasher wants to take Jake back to his Tick Tock Man. He’s holding a grenade up over his head and saying that we had better cooperate or we will all ride the handsome. I think that means he’s going to blast all of us into the next world. The idea that the grenade might be a dud comes to mind. The asshole says that he wants to take Jake with him, but everyone else will be able to leave. People are getting angry when Roland seems to be considering complying with it for the time being. Probably because if the grenade goes off, even if the blast doesn’t reach us it will probably destabilize the bridge enough to make it fall. So everyone would die. Eddie says the grenade might be dud. That seems logical considering it’s probably pretty old, but it doesn’t seem safe to count on that. Plus, I am remembering from the books that it is not a dud. And then Jake says he should make the decision for himself. He doesn’t wait for Roland or Eddie or any of us to come up with a plan, he heads off across the rest of the bridge towards the asshole.

      The asshole says he thought we would listen to reason. Eddie is saying that Jake should stop, there’s no saying that Gasher will let us leave even if he has Jake. He tries to say he’s not that much of an asshole, if he was he would have told us to throw our weapons over the side. But he didn’t because we’re going to need them in the city. Oy, still in my arms, now wiggles his way free and goes chasing after Jake. Jake catches Oy in his arms as they meet up. Asshole wants Jake to throw Oy over the side, but Jake’s only response is fuck you. I am thinking maybe I could telekinetically contain the explosion if the grenade kills off. I start to follow Jake so I can get a better view of the hand holding the grenade. The asshole says to stop right there or will all ride the handsome. He moves away from the end of the bridge and disappears between a couple of buildings. Just a little bit after that I hear a loud explosion. The grenade wasn’t a dud…
    6. 1/16/17 | Celestia, MacGyver, Hitler, Kidnapping

      by , 01-16-2017 at 10:51 PM (Fantastical Adventures)
      -1-I was in a field with about 20 random teens. The sun was at a 9:00am position. The environment was a grassy field. Trees acted as portions of its border. Beyond them, there were implied buildings. At one point, I accidentally inspired a minor historical event. Also, this scene took place in the recent past.

      I felt human, but the dream labeled me as my unicorn OC. (For all intents and purposes, I wasn’t human at all.) I wanted to use magic to take care of an enemy, but there was a serious problem—if I were to use it, there was a high risk of becoming ‘integrated’ with a certain artificial system, trapping me in something or somewhere. For about a full minute, thoughts were going back and forth. If I used magic, the biggest threat would be eliminated. On the other hand (hoof?), I’d be trapped.

      Suddenly, a yellow ball with a similar appearance to the sun (but dim enough to look at directly) appeared north relative to the sun, and in a 7:30am position. It turned out that Princess Celestia was behind it (not literally), proven by her studio-quality voice.
      Celestia: “Look at me as if I were not a threat.” (‘threat’ referring to the ball’s high brightness)
      “Use your powers to defeat the evil in your world!” she continued.

      Then, it clicked. I decided to use magic to take out whatever antagonist there was. I forgot what it was.

      -2-I was inside my house, watching MacGyver with my family. The episode started with a camera panning to the right over a quiet, lit, residential street. The light was white, as was the supercar parked on the side of the road. Then, I found myself along with everyone else in church, watching MacGyver from the pews. I was reading a newspaper. (what? I never read those)

      -3-In my house, the staircase was completely blocked by presents. Nearby, Adolf Hitler was discussing something trivial with a subordinate. There was a horizontal Nazi banner on the wall near the floor.

      -4-Four kids were kidnapped and placed in a building. When I found theme, they seemed almost bored with their attitude. They were aged around 5 or 6. I asked a boy where my sister and my mom were taken, and he told me, “The apartment building.” He pointed at it. I then left the kids behind in the room.

      Eventually, I and a friend snuck inside that building, and made our way undetected to a room on the ground floor. Here, we knocked out a guard by hitting him with a soft blanket. Later, a female guard spotted us, so we did the same thing to her. We hid both their bodies in the closet. I also looked out the window to find my mum. She noticed me, so I put a finger on my mouth. However, she didn’t give a crap, so she walked up to a window and tried to talk to me, somehow not getting caught. Her voice was inaudible from where I was.

      Right then, the now four unconscious guards in the closet woke up at the same time, and they were all wearing tuxedos, except for the woman, who wore a generic black set of clothes. We were kind of screwed, but it wasn’t of much consequence. The ex-guards seemed pretty nonchalant about everything.

      Updated 01-16-2017 at 11:03 PM by 67050

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      non-lucid , memorable
    7. Kidnapping II

      by
      gab
      , 12-19-2016 at 02:46 AM (Turquoise Dreams)
      Last night bed around 8:30pm - 3:30am

      DR:

      I'm standing on a sidewalk where a bus top used to be, in front of the Bulgarian's house. I may be talking to someone in a truck. Another, white pickup drives by and as it slows down, it starts to aim and shoot some kind of a weapon. They stop in front of the car, one guy gets out and gets in a passenger seat of a truck they have been shooting at. They drive off with that driver still in a car, while I think passenger went to the attackers car. They are being kidnapped.

      As soon as this started, I duck and sneak around the corner and I turn one more corner to get away and I hope they won't see me. I hope they were not after me. I watch them from behind the bushes.

      Now I am at my friends house. They redid their living room into a restaurant. People are also sitting at the bar in other room at their house, which I thought they remodeled so they can live there.
      Tags: kidnapping
      Categories
      non-lucid
    8. Attempted kidnapping

      by
      gab
      , 12-16-2016 at 01:31 PM (Turquoise Dreams)
      Last night bed 9pm - 3:30am

      I remembered a dream when I woke up at night, but when I got up, I only remembered the one that came last.

      I'm on a street. A car stops little further down the street and a male starts waking towards me. Black t-shirt, ripped arms, tatoos, big guy. I know I should be walking away, but I don't wanna look silly. He walks up to me, and tells me to come with them. 2 hispanic females that also got out from the car are standing nervously by the car.

      My dad is just behind the corner so I start yelling for help and I make a few steps to see him getting in his car. He hears me and he comes over.

      He is not really upset and I'm furious, then I realize he wants to hold the guy down while help comes. So I kick the guys feet to trip him over, knoeck him to the ground and I start calling 911. No answer. Then I call our auxilary 911 in Iraq, wtf, and the line is quiet. Everytime I say something, they guy on the other side just says "hallo"? I tell him all the info, addresses, attempted kidnapping, but all he says is "hallo". I'm luke f u and hang up. Call US 911 and finaly cops arrive. While they are putting the guy in the ambulance, I sneak a few more punches at him.

      Something wasn't right. He wasn't really forcefull, but I got a feeling of danger. I remembered the kidnapping of the blond jogger by 2 hispanic females and I was so sure that these are the same people.
      Tags: kidnapping
      Categories
      non-lucid
    9. 16-10-18 UFO Attack, Flashbang Boobytrap

      by , 10-18-2016 at 03:09 PM
      I was in bed with a woman. She was older then me, but not much, perhaps in her late 30's. I think she had red hair, or dark hair. I wondered to myself how I got this lucky. And I realized this was very unusual for me.

      The house was in a suburban neighborhood of almost identical houses. When we were downstairs again, I saw something. It was a flying saucer. It looked like the city destroyers from Independence Day, but smaller - about 50 meters (150 feet) in diameter. It had an opening in the bottom center of the saucer, but this wasn't a weapon. It was more of a tractor beam. I think I got really excited, and ran outside. Our neighbor was also on the street, gawking at the ship. I took out my phone and started filming it. But the saucer went hostile. It started snatching people up using the tractor beam. I saw that the "beam" was more of a thin white wire, people got tangled in it, and pulled up to the ship. I ran back inside as my neighbor got taken. I kept filming through the roof (there was a skylight), but the battery power dropped below 8% and shut down my ability to record video before I could get the saucer itself in the image. So instead, I took some snapshots of my neighbor being lifted up by the white "thread". At some point, whoever was flying the saucer became aware I was in the house. I was grabbed by the thread through the back door (which was still closed, it was thin enough to fit between the door frame and the door). It tried to pull me through, but I resisted with all my might. I pulled so hard, I was pulling the wire back, instead of the wire pulling me back. It was during this struggle that I saw something. On the wall there was something that looked like a soap dispenser, and it had English writing on it. Strangely I thought this proved the saucer wasn't piloted by aliens, but rather by humans. I questioned it for a second, realizing the dispenser wasn't part of the ship, but the situation was too hectic for it to fully sink in. Anyway, suddenly the wire gave up, and the vanished again. I went outside, hell-bent on getting out of that neighborhood. I ran around the house and considered climbing a fence, but it was high, had spikes at the top and a high hedge behind it. Luckily, I saw I didn't have to flee anymore, as I saw the saucer fly off in the distance. Interestingly, the girlfriend had disappeared from existence somewhere mid-dream!

      I ran away from the house, joining a column of people walking on a dirt road, in the fields next to the houses. I was very emotional by what had just happened, and desperate for someone to believe me. They saw I was very shook up, and realized something must have happened to me. Suddenly I 'realized' the day had been 'reset'. This had all happened before, only then I was the one who didn't believe the UFO believers. The previous day started with this exact event, the column of people walking through the fields (it was a false memory though, I had no such dream).

      ---

      A later dream had me crawling through a ventilation duct, and disarming a flashbang grenade attached to one of the exits as boobytrap. I managed to do it, but there was still lasers and a turret attached to the lasers (cross one of the beams, it riddles you with bullets). I exited the vent same way I got in, and ended up in a supermarket? My ex-friend Fenn was there, and quite of few other people. I talked to him about the trap (I think). His buddy (another ex-friend of mine) Barra was nearby, and looked pissed because I was talking to his best friend. At some point I was wearing a long, white leather coat with fur around the collar (I casually adjusted the collar, that's how I found out).

      Updated 10-18-2016 at 03:18 PM by 17412

      Categories
      non-lucid
    10. 07.14.2016 Gold, gold gold.

      by , 07-15-2016 at 05:16 PM
      Preface:
      Bed at midnight. Long day and long night. Skipped vitamins before bed; I was so tired I forgot about them.
      I am noticing that my dream transitions are smoother. Dreams are turning into one really long dream, as opposed to many short ones.

      DR1

      I am walking down an alleyway with a couple of friends. It is evening time, and the color of the buildings is brown/goldish. It looks as if everything is being lit up by a torch, except, there is no torch in sight. I am with a girlfriend, and we are being accompanied by two guys. My girlfriend is talking a lot, explaining her new plan to "make" money. We arrive at a clearing in an alleyway. There is a table, with a machine on top if it. She has apparently found this machine, and this machine actually "makes" gold coins! The machine is made up of all types of contraptions that go all the way down the table and end with coins dropping into 4 five gallon (20liter) buckets that have somehow been screwed in under the table. You have to unscrew the buckets to get the product out. I actually watch liquid gold run through the contraption and I am amazed. I begin to think that this is dangerous, and ask more questions about how this came about. The guys unscrew the buckets from underneath the table. Wow, 4 big buckets of gold coins!

      And then, through conversation, I find out that people are after that machine! A dangerous gang of thugs is lurking in the background and they ambush us. Our guy friends manage to take two buckets of coins to safety, but the thugs take two. My friend hides a little stash under some old clothes on the table, and nobody bothers to look there. We all run around a corner, and I find the doorway of a building. I open it, we go in and close/lock the door behind us. Its a sturdy building door so nobody can come in. Has a hospital feel to it, except for the building has warm colors on a darker scheme (brown, gold, oranges, dim lighting); it's not white like a medical facility. We start to try to figure out what to do, but we are confused and panicked.

      The gang stops trying to get in and they disappear. We start to look around the lobby and offices, which seem like lived-in hotel rooms. We try to get some rest and figure out what to do next. Our guy friends have managed to run off with the gold buckets, so its just me, my girlfriend and no gold.

      I start to wander into one of the rooms, because I hear a noise. My friend says, "don't go down that hall- I think it used to be a psyche (psychiatric) ward". I wander into a room down the hall anyway, out of curiosity. When I open the door, there is a little girl with glasses standing in front of her bed. The room looks normal, only I am seeing everything in grey/blue scale. A weird blue light is cast over everything. She speaks to me, and calls me a name that I don't recognize. She tells me I'm from Texas, but I have a Louisiana spirit.
      I tell her she's mistaken, that "<name>" isn't my name. She picks up a doll, smells it and looks up at me. At that moment, her eyes become completely black and she turns into a small dwarf man/monster. In a demon-like voice he says, "That's right! your name is <my name>". I panic with fear, and he starts to grow taller- really tall. I think part of me realizes this is a dream, but I don't wake up. I feel like its a threat that can be contained within the room. I say to myself, "oh, no no..this is not why I came" and I walk out of the room and shut the door. When I close the door, my fear is gone and I return to the room where my friend is waiting.

      All of a sudden, the thugs are back, trying to get into the door. They tell us to open the door and give us the gold, because they have our kids. We begin to panic and we try to negotiate. We don't have the gold so we are freaking out. They end up taking one of the older kids, and I don't know what to do. We can see the alleyway from the small window in the door. There is a fence (?) on the left border. They throw the kid over the fence and we just begin freaking out. I am standing there crying uncontrollably for a solid couple of minutes because I don't know what to do.

      My friend and I then realize that we have been in the thugs' hiding place the whole time. We can see a car in the street, so we begin looking for the keys. We are also thinking that we can still get the remainder of the gold from the table, to get kids back.
      As this thought comes to mind, my dream shifts to third person and I am floating over the table. The clothes are removed from the hidden stash before me. I can see that my friend has placed coins in a bunch of little gift boxes for the poor.

      I shift out of third person, because I am looking for keys inside the facility. In some attempt at a trade, the thugs have given us pieces of wood instead of car keys. I realize that the keys must be inside the facility somewhere. I search the lobby and find the keys on the shelf. I tell my friend we have to go.

      We open the door and we run. We get into the car- and my dream shifts into third person. The car has been painted this metallic purple, and its all tricked out. I feel myself get into the car, but my when my vision shifts, I can only see her face and one part of the car...I can't recall seeing myself even though I know I got in.


      Notes:
      Lots of obvious dream symbols that I won't bother to list. However, weird notes include:
      -Two dreams in a row where two seemingly innocent people have morphed into harmful beings. (On 07/13 the homeless boy, and last night the little girl with glasses)
      - Why she smells the doll to recognize me is so odd. I have a very keen sense of smell IRL, though.
      -Gifts for the poor
      -Purple car
      - kidnapping
      - poor is also a theme for 2 nights in a row. (gifts for the poor and the homeless man)
    11. [09-05-2016]

      by , 05-09-2016 at 07:05 PM (Snehk's Dreamlands)
      First dream

      It was a late morning. I was in a cottage deep within a forest. I was wearing my forestry uniform and felt a few years older. There was a man in late thirties, wearing a gray suit. He had dark hair. We were talking, I had different voice.

      Man: You were working in these forests?
      I: Yes, I was a forester over there.

      *I wandered the room for a while, the man continued.*

      Man: A forester?
      I: Yeah, though of a lower rank.

      False awakening

      I woke up in my bed. I heard strange ringing and was really annoyed at the TV. I thought that I really should turn it down, but it wasn't even turned on! As I closed my eyes, I saw some horrifying ghostly faces and a voice telling that ghosts are real and want to get us all.

      Second dream

      Late, cold evening. With group of random people we entered a mansion of some general who left it free for his son this night. One of the rooms was under renovation, with furniture put in group in the midlle of it. Rest of the house was arranged as a wealthy, modern mansion with really expensive furniture. Other people - they were all teenagers, were taking drugs and demolishing everything around them. What's more, they closed the doors to second floor and lost the key, so I had to find some other way out. They were really ruining the building, setting fire in one of the rooms, breaking furniture and taking more and more drugs. Luckily they weren't aggressive. I tried to use furniture to break a window and make myself a rope to get out.

      Suddenly I found myself outside, it was a warm early evening. It was at a shore of some lake, close to some warehouse with docks. I entered it and saw two girls - one taller with dark, long hair and one smaller with red, shorter hair. Both had pale complexion and were wearing some kind of robes. I heard a crying baby, then parents of those girls appeared. The tall girl told them that she and another boy was kidnapped by the smaller girl. But then a sudden thunder striked, and nobody believed her. Suddenly an assassin jumped down on a bungee and caught her, jumping with her back to a rooftop.
    12. [25-02-2016]

      by , 02-25-2016 at 09:42 AM (Snehk's Dreamlands)
      Fragment

      I was in home with my younger sister. It was a late evening and it was quite dark outside. Random stuff was thrown all around on the ground. We talked for a while, moving between messy rooms.

      First dream

      Suddenly I found myself on a street. I was a black dude wearing jeans trousers and a green shirt. I was there with my grandpa - a black man wearing white t-shirt and dark jeans trousers. We were going to a skyscraper, as an evil businessman have kidnapped my girlfriend for some reason. I entered the building and ran around it, devastating everything until I got into his office. Finding no one there, I outright destroyed it. Suddenly I realized that now he took my grandpa. I ran out of building and tried to run after him, but I was too late and someone grabbed him to a yellow car.

      Second dream

      I was in school after some time of absence. It was a weird day - people from local forestry offices came to our school. No one was prepared for this, and teacher was a bit angry about that. When I saw what's going on I said that it would be better to hide somewhere. But first I went to cafeteria and took a glass of milk, drank it and thought that I really should hide. I went to toilets - the room was much bigger and dirtier than originally. I hid in one of the cabins - there was no stench but a lot of dirt. I thought that I'll have hard time getting out of this labyrinth.

      False awakening

      I woke up in my bed, and immediately thought about school and explaining myself from hiding. Next I thought about dream recall, and fallen asleep again.
    13. The betrothed princess, Majin Buu, and a bigfoot episode of Supernatural

      by , 06-29-2015 at 05:42 AM (Mouka's Mind Palace)
      I was a princess, the daughter of some super rich king who wanted to marry me off to some prince I'd never met. On the day we were supposed to meet, the king hired all sorts of people to doll me up, hair stylists, makeup artists, fashion experts, etc. First I was sent to the hair stylist, who was this young lady with light neon blue hair up in two ponytails on either side of her, and her hair had streaks of other colors in it, mostly pink I think. I was so in love with her hair and asked for something similar, so she gave me the same style but made mine super colorful and rainbow-y. After that, they sent me to the makeup artist, and I was really nervous because for some reason I thought I had guy-stubble on my face and I was afraid the artist would get weirded out and not cover it up, but she said she could do that easily. After that, I worried over the dress selection, because I seriously badly wanted a Victorian style dress that poofed out at the bottom, and I thought they'd give me some ugly straight one. But they had a huge dress selection to choose from so I felt better. Later on, the king told me the prince didn't really like me, but that wasn't the point. The point was to marry so they could combine kingdoms. I got so upset and told the king that I refused to be just some object he could use to take over countries with, and I ran away.

      An evil man kidnapped me and locked me in his house. It was kind of a shitty house, and I remember seeing a round wooden table next to glass patio doors. I was so scared but determined to escape. I acted really nice to him so he would wind up trusting me, and then I secretly opened the patio door so his pug ran out. He was freaking out over his dog escaping so I told him I would go out and get it. So I ran out into the yard but instead of chasing the dog I ran along the fence until I found a spot low enough to climb over, and I did and took off running frantically. I knew I wasn't a very good runner but I tried, and by the time I got to his front yard, he intercepted me and held me in place, smiling and laughing all creepy-like. He told me he didn't care if I screamed because anyone passing by wouldn't bother to help anyway, so I started screaming and reaching my hand out to people walking down the sidewalk, and they just turned their heads and kept walking. The neighbor did the same thing but went into his house. I felt so hopeless and desperate, and I couldn't believe nobody would help me, but the man kept holding me and laughing. But suddenly this Worgen guy from WoW came up and told the man to let me go, but he didn't. He acted all nice and invited him in for tea, so the Worgen said okay and said he'd save me afterward. I told him to be careful because he was only level 98 and the man was level 100, but he didn't care. The creepy man wound up catching us both. After that, I was saved by Majin Buu, who flew me away on a cloud. We were both sitting on the cloud and flying through the sky, doing loops and such. Suddenly we saw another person flying towards us on a cloud that also had Majin Buu sitting on it, so we stopped and said hi to each other.

      I was standing in a house by the window, looking up at storm clouds. There was a serious amount of rotation, and I saw one cloud close to the ground start rotating pretty fast. I made a joke that it would turn into a tornado... but then it actually did. When I went out onto the porch there were tornadoes everywhere, but it looked like that one was heading away from us, and as soon as I pointed that out, it turned around and came toward us. They told me to get back into the house and hunker down in the hallway, but I was like 'fuck that shit' and made a mad dash out into the road for some reason. They called me insane and said I'd die, but I kept running and running, hoping to find a safe place before the tornado caught up with me, I felt scared but at the same time confident I'd get away. I saw a big school and ran inside quick, and the school was empty and dark. On the floor was a small window, like the kind you see on the bottoms of houses that lead to the basement, so I hoped it was also a basement. I could hear the tornado close and dived into the window, squeezing through. The basement was huge with a concrete floor and a sloped roof like an attic's, and I grabbed at random plywood boards in an attempt to protect my head. Then I saw another person down there, but we didn't say anything to each other, we just nodded in approval like 'I see you were smart enough to come down here too'. When the tornado finally hit, I realized I'd left the window open, and it was trying to suck me out, so I grabbed onto a rafter and held on tight, and survived.

      Sam and Dean saw an article in a paper about bigfoot terrorizing a small town way in the forest, so they went to check it out. The bigfoot was killing everyone, people were dying left and right, and there was blood everywhere. They did some investigating and were up on a wooden porch when they found a glass jar filled with congealed blood, so they had it DNA tested and found it belonged to nearby people who hadn't died yet. They went to check them out and found two terrible teenagers with skin the color of a corpse and crazy eyes. They realized there was no bigfoot, it was just the bloodlust of the two evil teens, and they made up the bigfoot story to the sheriff to hide their own murders. Sam and Dean were kind of pissed it wasn't 'their kind of case' after all and left the teens to the cops.

      Apparently I lived in an apartment complex that was in some city that Seru destroyed before his tournament. Everyone was dead and the complex was falling apart, and there was a flood that went up halfway to my knees. But I was happy and excited, and spinning around through the parking lot singing. I was going to go see him. The scene cut to a news station surrounded by debris, with the only road leading out going directly to Seru's arena, so the reporter just said 'fuck it' and they got in their van and decided to go out there, even though they knew he already killed a bunch of reporters. The dream never finished their story, so I have no idea what happened to them. After that, it cut to me at the arena, and I remember seeing him standing there looking all passive but... I can't remember anything about our interaction. Thanks brain. Thanks for making allllll my other dreams super-detailed but completely forgetting the one part I'd want to remember most from this one dream. Ffffffuck that.
    14. [18-04-2015]

      by , 04-18-2015 at 10:44 AM (Snehk's Dreamlands)
      Bloodbath and sword of shrooms

      I was playing Blood in Bloodbath mode. The map I was playing on belonged to a od or expansion, as it wasn't part of an original game. It was dark, with apocalypse setting. It was placed in cliffs. The sky was red. There were many power ups scattered around, that were never in the game.

      Suddenly another player joins me. He had a nickname "bone2boons". We started to fight. He wanted to shoot me down with a sawed-off, but I was quicker and shot him first. I ran for another weapon. I jumped down the cliff into some kind of plateau.

      There were many weapons and power-ups there. I picked up spray can. He ran towards me. I prepared lighter, and sent him a wave of flames, which incinerated him quickly. Then he ran back towards me, and picked up one of the new power-ups: vampire suit.

      I tried to shoot him down, but I missed all the time. When the power-up respawned, I picked it up and transformed into vampire. I flewn up, and we fought in the air. We both used shotguns. I killed him another time. The punctation was weird, as after three kills I had 110 points.

      Suddenly he disappeared, but was still present on the server. I looked for him in the cliffs, plateau and a new chamber with skeletons I discovered. He started to use chat:

      b2b (bone2boons): The skull and skeletons.

      Suddenly I found a new way up to the mountains. When following it, I saw a huge cavern. Then a huge, terrifying skull jumped out of it with it's undead army. It killed me before I could do anything. I respawned on the plateau, and ran back to the skull.

      When it spotted me, it started to chase me. I jumped down the cliff, and survived using vampire suit which then lost it's power. The skull killed me again. I ran back to the cavern. Bone2boons started to write again:

      b2b: the cavern.

      b2b: take the sword, the heritance of shrooms.

      I entered it, and took a sword made out of mushrooms. The cavern changed to my kitchen. I saw somehting lying up on the wardrobe. I climbed up the furniture, and found evidences of kidnapping. Suddenly I heard a voice:

      - Wow! You're getting good at this!

      And then a text appeared in the middle of my vision. The letters said "Desert". I realised that I'm inside some kind of TV show.
    15. The queen and the land

      by , 01-28-2015 at 10:35 PM
      I'm entering a large garage, looking for the owner. Off to the right I see a white truck I recognize from the first time I met him, when he'd kidnapped the queen. There are three vases full of red roses sitting in the truck bed now. The man I'm looking for is further into the garage, off to the left, along with another man who I also met during that kidnapping incident. I exchange the usual greetings with this second man, then walk up to the one I came to see. He's an incredibly big guy, tall and muscular, and he doesn't turn from what he's doing to look at me. Neither of us say anything for a moment - I have a hard time deciding how to talk to him - and then when we do speak, both of us start talking at once.

      He asks about the queen at the same moment I say, "(the queen's name)'s sick." Dying, most likely.

      He's shocked and horrified, as expected, and asks me a bunch of questions about her. As we talk, we raise the question of whether her sickness is a reflection of the state of the land, or whether the land's sickness is a reflection of the state of the queen - that they're linked is obvious, but which one started it, which is the cause, that's the question.

      The other man joins in the conversation at this point. They'd been tracking the changes in the land on their own, not realizing what was happening to the queen; and comparing our information, the two of them become convinced it started with the land. That second man shows me one of their maps on a computer screen, showing when a giant creature associated with cold moved into the far northwest and burrowed deep into the earth - that was the first one, the one that started it. They'd already been planning to remove or kill it. It goes without saying that I'll be coming too.

      As I'm looking at his data, I'm thinking, amused, how convenient, making this into a problem that can be solved with our skillset.

      Updated 01-28-2015 at 10:43 PM by 64691

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