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    1. 14 Feb: Wake up in a hostel in a foreign country

      by , 02-14-2019 at 01:40 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      Wake up in a hostel shared room with half a dozen Asian girls, I think Korean. I have no idea how I got there, and I can't communicate with them. I go outside the room, it is a humble hostel in what looks like a middle eastern country. There is a corridor to the street, I pass the reception and get out. The street curves and goes down, like a ramp and then ends up in some vertical wall with a vertical ladder which is the only way to get down to what looks like a lake or the ocean shore. Anyway, there is a beach down there and I see something that makes me really wanna go, like some animal in distress or someone I know (can't remember). But halfway the metal ladder breaks or the cliff crumbles and I struggle to hold on and go back up. I decide to go back to my room at the hostel and try to ask the girls if they know me, but they no longer are there.
    2. Slight Movie Influence: “Let Me In”

      by , 01-12-2018 at 07:12 AM
      Morning of January 12, 2018. Friday.

      Zsuzsanna and I watched “Let Me In” (from 2010) last night and I considered that it would be an intriguing idea to structure as a dream state fantasy. Still, I did not put any actual effort into the idea, though it still influenced a small part of my dream.

      At any rate, my dream has an unfamiliar setting. It reminds me of the King Street mansion in some ways, though the tower feature is duplicated to the opposite side of the house. My father is walking on a narrow wooden plank that is apparently supported by the windowsill of each tower from both sides. My mother is also present, but remains standing on the ground near the residence, at the front of the house.

      A couple different times, I am somewhat wary about my father walking back and forth on this thin plank so high up. It seems precarious and although he seems confident and balanced, I have a vague anticipation that he might fall, though he never does.

      There is only one scene that reflects a part of the movie, and that does not directly trigger any recall related to my current conscious self identity. As I walk into a different area in a house near the first house (where my parents and I are apparently implied to be living), which is somewhat like a large open featureless porch (though more like a park shelter integrated into a house), a young female is present who says, “Just so you know, I can’t be your friend”, just as in the first part of the movie. This frustrates me somewhat, though I do not recall what the actual influence is related to. (I get the impression that the girl is a young version of Zsuzsanna, though this is only later, as my memory is not extant.) Later, the girl’s mother talks to me about what she (the girl) wants, though she seems to be the actress who played the boy’s mother in the movie (though this does not trigger any recall either).

      My dream mainly becomes a generic and typical waking transition. There are two ladders against the porch, one on each side at the front. I feel the need to adjust them, though when I move the ladder on the right (waking orientation symbol) only a little, after climbing up and down on them, the entire house shakes and vibrates. This causes me to stop out of concern of causing my father to fall from the plank. My dream fades after this, with no vestibular system activity (that is, no typical waking jolt based on perceived flight, rising, or any falling sensation or typical spontaneous muscle movement).

      Tags: father, ladder
    3. Pat Fixing our Roof

      by , 12-11-2017 at 06:11 PM
      Morning of December 11, 2017. Monday.

      Thinking about our house actually having a roof again after over a month of this nonsense (since the storm tore it off), naturally some dream content would have an association with it, that is, in cases where my current conscious self identity is extant in an incidentally non-lucid dream. Because the personified dream self has no concept of time or space, or any semblance of intelligence or viable memory in non-lucid dreams of most stages of unconsciousness in the sleeping cycle, it is not automatically expected as a factor though. Curiously though, there were dreams about the roof repair and our landlord involved in it a few times prior to the real-life event (the storm that tore our roof off), so that is the literal prescience at work again.

      My foreman from years ago (Patrick S, who shot himself, and by which I had a prescient dream of his saying “goodbye” on the same day with no way of me knowing he would do this, as I had not seen him for months as it was) takes the role of our landlord without my dream self really noticing it.

      I am sitting on a beam above our ceiling, the area far more expansive than in reality. I am reading a paperback book. Above me is a solid roof, so my dream is illogical in implying a new roof is being built below it. Instead, on a different beam several feet away, is Patrick. He is nailing a small piece of tin in a vertical position aligned to what is then a wooden walkway. I feel somewhat aggravated (though not enough to trigger RAS and the waking event), as this seems to have nothing to do with the actual roof over our house, at least not the main sections.

      I somehow teleport to the area and he hands me a hammer and asks me to help him. One corner of the tin seems problematic, apparently with too many nail holes that have torn the tin, to be feasible to be nailed where it needs to be aligned. My dream distorts and then I am to get a ladder and go up to where I already am, which of course makes no sense. As I then attempt to climb the ladder to where I had already been moments before, the ladder is now actually a distorted composite of ladder, staircase, and bookcase (not the first time this specific feature has occurred in a dream). From here, I start to realize that the symbolism means I am dreaming and consequently (without holding back on RAS mediation or mode) soon wake.

      Although staircases symbolize the return to waking consciousness (when going up; as going down typically vivifies a dream, sometimes triggering apex lucidity, at least in my case, where I then have full conscious self control of the dream state), ladders do as well, though staircases are more common as such due to being far more of a familiar factor in waking life (which sounds strange I suppose, as dreams are otherwise so inherently surreal, often having little or no relevance to real life). The composite synthesis of the bookshelf factor (note I was reading prior to my teleportation to Patrick’s location) is parallel symbolism that validates the meaning of the staircase symbolism. That is, both represent the emergent consciousness stage of RAS mediation. This is because only the whole conscious self has thinking skills and basic language skills with such as books.

      Updated 11-17-2019 at 04:37 PM by 1390

    4. The Ladder

      by , 05-11-2017 at 11:11 AM
      Night of May 11, 2017. Thursday.

      I find myself back in Cubitis (where I had not lived since 1978). It seems to be late at night. I have a vague awareness that my parents (both deceased in reality) are in the house sleeping. I am involved in a task which I am doing on my own, with regard to a long wooden ladder. I am firstly trying to bring the ladder out through a fictional area on the carport and realize that this may not be the correct route.

      I go back into the house, and take it out through a fictional doorway on the east side of the house. I have no trouble carrying this long ladder on my own even though I illogically seem to somehow be carrying it from one end (rather than in the middle). While in the backyard, I see, in the north side yard, more to the west (and closer to the orange grove, which is no longer there in reality), the statue of a jockey on a vertically rectangular base. It is of a darker gray hue and about eight feet in height, the statue and the base each being about four feet in height. I notice that there are many other items in the carport (including a white refrigerator) but I do not focus directly on them. I feel a sense of well-being. I am not even sure why I am doing this, but it feels right.

      Ladder symbolism in a dream is all about internal communication and real-time access to other (especially more aware) levels of consciousness (primarily the conscious self identity, which is typically lost when in the non-lucid dream state, one of many factors that reveal dream “interpretation”, by way of the common usage of the word, to be a naïve fallacy); very similar to bridge symbolism and visually linked to railroad tracks (especially when the ladder is horizontal, though it is carried sideways here). As most dreams are waking symbolism at their core, this is just a vivid experience of my dream self trying to coalesce into full wakeful consciousness again. The statue implies my inactive conscious self identity while in the dream state. The carport is one of my most common liminal space factors (that is, the state between dreaming and waking, but closer to waking).

      I do not recall waking from this dream. There is no active preconscious factor here other than the inactive emergent consciousness symbol; the jockey statue (of a darker hue as this was a night dream). The heightened feeling of well-being I had was very nice.

      When I was a teenager and going through a stage where I had a strong interest in unusual (and dreamlike) photography, for one photograph, I deliberately placed a ladder in the north side yard in Cubitis so that it was lying on the ground, oriented east and west and perpendicular to the railroad tracks beyond our backyard. There seemed to be an aspect of this memory in my dream, though my dream self’s age felt closer to thirty.

      Tags: ladder
    5. Dream - Magical Mayhem

      by , 04-27-2017 at 04:47 AM
      Date of Dream: THU 27 APR - 2017

      Dream No. 102 – Magical Mayhem

      I started off in some large room on a wooden ship, the most prominent feature of this room was lots of round wooden tables. Apparently there was going to be some sort of party in this room as all these items began to appear out of nowhere. Most of the items were food but there was other things like plates and cutlery. I didn't stay long for the party though, I don't remember why. I went over to this spiral-like ladder, wrapped around a wooden post, shaped like a log.

      When I climbed out of the ship, I ended up going back to my house. I was then in my garage but the difference is that there was brown leather couch in there... In real life, the garage is solely for cars. I was sitting on that leather couch and my dad was talking to me about something, I forgot what about though. Apparently we were having people come over and I had to wait for them on the couch so that I could greet them when they arrived.

      After that, I went off somewhere unknown and one by one, these strange, glowing creatures were starting to surround me... Each creature adopted a colour, either red, green, yellow or blue. Once all eight of them had spawned, they started attacking me. I was helpless at defending myself, so I ended screaming for WB louder and more distressed than in any of my previous dreams. She came over a hill in the distance and was quickly walking towards me. She then approached the glowing creatures and one by one, she picked them up and tossed them all the way over the hill from where she came.

      I have forgotten the remainder of the dream.

      Updated 04-29-2017 at 07:10 AM by 93119

    6. The Military Time Travelers

      by , 03-07-2017 at 09:07 AM
      Morning of March 7, 2017. Tuesday.

      My family and I as we are now are at the Loomis Street house, though others are there, including my brother Dennis (older half-brother on my mother’s side) and Crystal (Zsuzsanna’s younger half-sister on her mother’s side). There is also one unknown female.

      At one point, the unknown female makes a comment about wanting to be friends with someone with a “spark of Irish”. I make a comment about “a drip of Irish”, which seems to be risqué.

      I have a few books with thin cardboard pages that seem related to foldout setups with cutouts though I am not sure of their exact nature or whether they are related to a game or are just for display. They all seem to have a girl as the main character. One of the last ones I notice is “Alice in Wonderland”. Still, there seems to be another one that possibly belongs to someone else. It has cooking as a theme. There is a (overhead view) frying pan cutout and another cutout that represents food (frontal view) that stands vertically on the first by using a tab and slot. Additionally, this goes onto a page displaying an overhead view of a stove element, also by use of a tab and slot. There is something mentioned by the female about something sharp being found in a new container of yogurt after I incorrectly remember that food poisoning was mentioned in the news.

      The unknown female seems sad about something and seems to consider herself as being out of place. I “remember” that there is a time-traveling military group that is presently operating from the shed (in the Loomis Street backyard). I go out and there are three unknown people, two female and one older male. The male is in charge of everything. He goes up to the unknown female from the house and asks her if she can “climb a ladder”, with additional questions about the military and whether she can cope. She seems hesitant and the male, who is a general, loses patience. I go back into the house and the unknown female follows. Crystal is sitting in the armchair next to the telephone. She seems to be in somewhat of an aggressive or defensive mood. I catch myself (though more as pretense of the kind expressed in instinctual dreaming) saying something about “depending on what year they are going to” so that others in the room can “overhear” and perhaps catch on that they are supposed to be time travelers. The unknown female leaves the house through the front door. (There is also something later mentioned absentmindedly by me about the military group originally being from the distant past but going to the distant future.)

      I see Dennis and he seems to be only in his early thirties. He is wearing an army trench coat. I absentmindedly pull at the front and all the buttons come undone. I then apologize. He buttons up his coat again. I ask him if he wants to be part of the military and he says “no” and mentions something about Korea and Iraq. I tell him that he still might be interested in joining this group.

      We go out to the backyard. I look around for the time travelers. We see an unfamiliar unusual-looking young boy in thick black glasses as he is looking around near the south fence. He does not look in our direction. “Oh, that’s not her,” I say, referring to one of the females with the military team. We go out near the alley.

      Suddenly, there is a very loud roaring sound, like a wild animal. It is continuous and growing louder and closer from the south. I am thinking that it is probably a tyrannosaurus that is loose in the neighborhood and that it will likely find us and perhaps eat us if it turns its head easterly and sees us. There seems to be no time to run. Dennis and I just stand where we are. (Dennis is to my right, north of me, but somewhat closer to the alley.)

      A large woolly mammoth charges by, up the alley, heading north. It keeps going and is no threat but continues to roar as it passes. Dennis stands where he is and regards it casually, with mild interest.

      I notice a bright glow inside the shed, visible through the window from several feet. My youngest son also sees it and runs out toward the building. I am thinking that it is the three time travelers who are now leaving, activating some sort of machine.

      As this is a very long dream, I am only including obvious (real-time) symbolism. The unknown female potentially climbing a ladder is an association with Zsuzsanna waking up from sleep. The absentminded unbuttoning of the coat is typical of instinctual dreaming and relates to uncovering the nature of the preconscious as well as preparing to come out from under the bed sheet, though the consciousness transitions were extended here. The mammoth is the form of my unconscious “leaving” the dream setting. The glowing light is the emerging conscious self identity, analogous to sunrise. The notion of time travel validates non-lucid dream control.

      Updated 09-08-2019 at 07:32 PM by 1390

    7. Ocean Breastfeeding Frag and the Tallest Ladder

      by , 05-26-2016 at 01:22 PM (Krista's Dream Journal)
      Dream - Lucid

      I was looking at the ocean. There was a big boat with my friend Tara on it. I needed to breastfeed my baby, and she did it for me? Not with her own milk but with mine? I then saw a note in front of my eyes saying "breastfed this cycle". I then saw myself in the ocean, topless, with relieved, unengorged breasts. I made a joke with Tara saying it couldn't have been the baby who relieved my breasts, so it must have been her. She was not at all amused by this joke; she got super pissed.


      I was at an amusement part, Disney World I believe. I wanted to go on all the rides, but knew I couldn't go on any crazy roller coasters since I'm pregnant. I thought maybe I could go on some milder coasters or simulators instead.

      Dream skip. I was outside with this GIANT ladder. It was super tall and had a platform to stand on and look out on the top. I was carrying this ladder. I put it down. Something about my dad and me climbing it. I had gotten to the top at some point.

      I then remember being at the bottom and feeling a little bruise on my butt. I pulled my pants down to look, and I had a HUGE dark bruise between my right buttcheek and leg. I "remembered" it was from falling from the ladder at some point.

      I then remember seeing it snow. It had stopped earlier after a dusting, but started again; I saw it sticking to the roads. The sky was grey.

      I then was alone in the snow with the ladder. I was putting it down to climb it. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to put it down and have it stay steady for me to climb. I was sinking it into the snow-covered ground, hoping I could sink it in enough to hold it in place. I kept feeling like it wasn't steady enough, and couldn't tell if I just had it sunk into the snow, or if it was sunk in the ground. The bottom rung was covered in snow, and some guy made a comment about it, like I wasn't supposed to skip that rung. There wasn't much I could do though, as it was snowing. I started to climb. I was terrified, but I did it anyway (IWL not a fan of heights). It felt steady enough. I kept going higher and higher. At some point, I remember starting to climb down.

      Updated 05-26-2016 at 01:32 PM by 32059

      non-lucid , dream fragment
    8. Hammering to Activate the Emergent Consciousnesses

      by , 02-14-2016 at 08:14 AM
      Morning of February 14, 2016. Sunday.

      I climb a ladder through a trapdoor above me and into a small dimly-lit room with a number of gears that are presently not moving. I have a hammer (though I do not recall having climbed the ladder with it). The gears seem possibly jammed as well as rusty. Hammering them seems to not only remove some of the rust, but rather than breaking the gears, it seems to somehow add missing pieces (or teeth) back onto them.

      The gears begin to move, more golden in appearance, the light in the room grows brighter, and I soon wake in mid-swing.

      This is about as obvious as waking symbolism can get (though subliminally self-initiated rather than with biological RAS activation). A ladder symbolizes rising in consciousness (waking). Using the hammer signifies becoming more aware of the nature of the real physical body (and kinetic energy metaphorically equating to neural energy - as something shaking or vibrating also symbolizes the waking state precursor), and of course gears turning relates to waking and more viably thinking. A room growing brighter also relates to dawning consciousness. Yellow and gold are emergent consciousness indicators (570–590 nm) as in being analogous to sunrise, though orange and red, in that order, increase waking priory.

      dream fragment
    9. Preparedness (and “showing off” with a ladder)

      by , 12-26-2015 at 06:26 PM
      Morning of December 26, 2015. Saturday.

      Dream #: 17,904-02. Reading time: 2 min 26 sec.

      I am with my wife Zsuzsanna in the hospital, not due to illness or injury, but we need to fill out numerous documents before the authorities can approve our marriage. It has to do with blood type and other factors. We both have applications to complete. I am annoyed as we have already been in the hospital for at least five days. I am aware of Zsuzsanna’s extraordinary beauty and familiarity in our friendship, yet we are also impatient with hospital staff. I decide that we are going to leave without filling out the last of these papers. I had written an obnoxious response to one question, which I think was all I had written on the document. I fold it up, and we get ready to leave without saying anything to the staff. It seems our examination is partly because of our lack of integration with mainstream culture.

      Zsuzsanna (my wife-to-be in this dream) pushes through another patient’s thin curtains that somehow lead to the hospital’s main entrance. She sits down, facing away from the big front window (to the right of the entrance from the inside view). I admire her beauty while I am standing by the hospital’s entrance. She lights a cigarette. I have a false recall she has occasionally smoked before. I am uncertain I could marry a smoker.

      My awareness changes. I show off by carrying a long and heavy ladder from the hospital grounds. Many couples are sitting together at small round tables, including several athletes. I shift the ladder to carry it with one finger. Farther to my right is a river or set of railroad tracks or both. I am aware only a few people are looking at me, but I also know that no one else would be able to do what I am doing. I am not sure where I am going, but I feel very happy and assertive.

      In an earlier scene, I am at WWTI in Wisconsin. I do not think I have classes here, but I am exploring the southeast area of the building. It seems to be an auto repair class in the same area it was in real life. (Although I did not go to it in real life, my friend Rick had.) There are classes on two sides of a big (and otherwise unattended) semi-dark room. I think about going to the class on my left, whether or not I am assigned to go, and I seem to in an offset dream. However, I am eventually back in this “mysterious” room in what is likely a “reset.” At this point, I do not feel like going to any classes, assigned or not. Instead, I want to leave through the front entrance (that is somewhat like a machine shop). It seems I may have instinctually sensed my dream’s reset (without fully understanding what it was) so I want to leave the area.

      I go to the double glass doors with three black horizontal bars on each pane about halfway up, but they do not fully open. (The bars may relate to a remote or magnetic function, perhaps implying the doors cannot open manually.) There is a set of three double doors in the direction of the public sidewalk, with a space between each set with barely enough room to stand. (It seems the doors might crash into each other, especially if someone let go of the outer ones). I use telekinesis to throw all six doors open at the same time (though with slight difficulty in getting them to remain open at first as they crash into each other without breaking). I confidently walk out of the building.

    10. Roof Work

      by , 06-24-2015 at 09:28 AM
      Morning of June 24, 2015. Wednesday.

      This was a typical imposer dream. My family and I are living in a house that is about four times bigger as our real one though does not seem that recognizable as a composite of past homes.

      An annoying female neighbor with a mental disorder (from real life from a few years ago) is walking around in both our back and front yards and seemingly doing so because the owner is also here (even though she has nothing to do with what he is doing, I think). At one point, she is carrying a basket of laundry around. My dream becomes most vivid at this near-beginning point where I see her trying to open our back door (my view seemingly being through a few larger windows rather than seeing through the walls as in some dreams) and then walking away.

      I learn that the landlord is on a ladder, first having noticed the unrealistically high wooden ladder propped against our house and then seeing his feet on one of the top rungs. However, the scene is unlikely in that the ladder is almost straight up and the man’s position is very unsafe and not directly near the roof’s surface when I look - technically, a person could not work this way or even stand on a ladder this way in reality. I am almost certain he will probably fall within an hour or so (though this does not happen).

      Soon, a light-haired unfamiliar young female with very short hair tries to push her way through the front doorway as I am talking about the landlord’s unexplained imposition but I stop her. I also notice an unknown boy walking around in our front yard and become more annoyed. I go into a mock character mood (pretending to be the landlord) and start saying “Duh!” several times and “look at me, I am working on a house and do not know what legal means…l-e-g-a-l (spelling it out)…duh…what does that mean?” and mention that showing up to work on a tenant’s house without informing them is a violation of the RTA (which it is in reality). I am not really certain what the issue with the roof is, though at one point I have a view (seemingly outside from a distance from the front yard of the house) of the outer surface having been removed even though there is still a layer of undamaged shingles underneath, it seems. I have no idea what the situation is regarding the purpose of the roof work or worse, even the present state of our tenancy.

      Eventually, as I am talking, the female transforms into an older lady of about eighty (who looks somewhat like an older version of Frances Fisher from “Resurrection” but with lighter hair) and I then falsely remember her as the landlord’s wife (even though he only seems about forty at the most). Her features are mostly similar to the previous character’s; she is just now with many wrinkles and a slightly more squarish face. My dream-self does not even acknowledge the character transformation (and assumes she is still the same character originally perceived), though I comment that I thought she was only about eighteen years old at first and, though still very annoyed, pretend it is okay for them to be there without prior notification. She explains something about her Glock (relating to the roof somehow) needing to be replaced or something like that (which makes no sense as Glock is the name of a weapons manufacturer and type of pistol). I still am not sure what is going on.

      Being a typical imposer dream, it reflects present issues in having to deal with thoughtless workers regarding the NBN fiasco and telephone company over the last few weeks and the noise and overall mindless behavior just outside our window.
      Tags: ladder, roof
    11. Been There, Done That

      by , 11-28-2014 at 04:12 AM (The Kestrel's Dreams)
      November 26, 2014

      I was inside some sort of video game, and I was completing a quest. But this was my second time doing the quest; I was on a dummy save file and was only getting the reward from the quest so I could send it to my main save file.

      So, I was doing this quest so fast that NPCs thought I was some sort of God. I skipped a few steps too. Toward the end of the quest, I was talking with a few make NPCs who, the first time I'd played the game, had given my false information. You were supposed to go to that location and do some side quest in order to find out the NPCs had been mistaken, and I actually had to go to the Bell Tower. So when they told me what I was looking for was in some other location, I told them, "Nah I already know where to go. It's at the Bell Tower."

      And they followed me to the bell tower to see if I was right. When I was, they were amazed and asked me how I knew all this. I ignored them and went to the next part of my quest: I had to climb this big ladder to get the final piece of the puzzle. But the wrongs were coated in something deadly to me, and so I had to go around asking NPCs for their shirts, so I could put the shirts on the wrongs so they wouldn't touch my skin when I climbed.

      I got the last piece, and took it to this room that, now that I think about it, felt a LOT like a room in another dream from long ago... Anyways, I had to climb another ladder that was leaning against nothing. It was also super tall and went just within reach of a trap-door in the fielding of the room. I had to climb the ladder without it falling and attach the final piece to the trapdoor so that I could open it, to get into a glass dome at the top of the world with the reward in it. I remember that it was a little terrifying to be on the ladder even though it was the second time I'd done it.

      I woke up when I picked up the quest reward.
    12. 9-8-14 "Yeah, it felt good, man!"

      by , 09-18-2014 at 05:43 PM
      A young man got fed up with his girlfriend, murdered her in her sleep, and vlogged about the experience. They were the proverbial "cute couple", very affectionate. They looked sort of like hipsters. They lived in like a hotel that didn't have any doors. You had to climb into your room through the window via a ladder. The man must have been unemployed.

      One day, the man just got tired of her. Maybe she annoyed him or he just didn't like her anymore. So he settled on the obvious solution to his problem: to kill her. Before she got home from her job or whatever, he drenched her side of the bed in some sort of toxic liquid that her skin would absorb.

      She came home. She was obviously utterly in love with him, and she was sooo happy. She loved him more than anything. After they had talked for a while, they went to bed together. In the morning, she was dead. He started making videos about what it was like to kill someone. He seemed really happy and excited. I remember him saying something like, "Yeah, it felt good, man!"
    13. Going Back Into Kohl's, Camping, and Beta Star Fox Manipulation

      by , 08-14-2014 at 02:06 PM (Krista's Dream Journal)
      Dream - Lucid

      I went back into Kohl's for the first time since I quit. It was nighttime. I went over towards the customer service desk side, hoping that no managers would see me. There weren't many people there at all; I didn't see any customers. David (a supervisor) then saw me from a distance. I was fine with seeing him. He said
      "Krista!" and ran up to me.
      We talked for a bit. I had been noticing how different the atmosphere felt there, how it wasn't the same place I got hired at when I first started. I heard a girl's voice I didn't recognize paging on the intercom. I commented on this to David.

      Then, David led me up to this big, tall black stair step ladder that was over by the service desk. He walked me up to the top of it and told me in so many words that since I quit, I had to stand up there for awhile. He then left to go do something else. I felt silly standing up there so I got down.

      I feel as if I encountered David again, but I can't recall any more than this.


      I was with Cherie' and Jeremiah sleeping in these makeshift spaces outside. It was morning, and I was just waking up in my sleeping bag. It was like we were camping. I had been sleeping in this incomplete wooden structure that Jeremiah had built; it's as if the bottom half of it was done, but it was missing a top half and a roof. The structure also appeared to be partially sunken into the ground; you could see dirt from underground pressing against the incomplete portions of the walls. There was also an orange tent next to it that was mine. I had gotten it late, however, sometime after Jeremiah had built his structure. For some reason, I hadn't slept in it in a few days, but instead, I slept in Jeremiah's structure.

      I spoke with Jeremiah and Cherie' a bit. I told Jeremiah how the structure he built looked sunken into the ground; you could see dirt. I told him he was now at higher risk for snakes and pests invading his space. I then thought about how I hadn't slept in my tent in a few days, and my sleeping bag in the tent probably had spiders and stuff in it.

      At some point, I looked at my sleeping bag and noticed a stripe of light brown/reddish dirt on it. I couldn't think of how it got there.


      David was showing me some beta versions of some video games, Star Fox and some other game. The Star Fox beta was originally called "Bunny Adventure", where you played as a rabbit, probably Peppy Hare, in a Banjo-Kazooie type adventure game. A voice was narrating, as if I was watching an ad for the beta version of the game. It advertised the hero as having metal legs, which, in IWL Star Fox, they all do have metal legs. It said other things as well, but I can't remember what. I wondered if there was a full beta out there somewhere of this game since the game play in the ad showed a very complete looking game.

      Then, David was playing the game and making all these things happen that weren't programmed into the game merely by thinking about them (a nod to lucid dreaming). He made this Satan-like boss appear, and
      all these other dark things were happening too. It felt odd and a bit unnerving to watch him do this.


      I know I dreamed more than this, especially in the Kohl's dream. The last dream about the beta game is very hard to explain; it had more of a feel to it than anything that was unnerving towards the end.

      I haven't really been too focused on LDing these past few days, mostly just from dealing with daily life issues and focusing on work. This has also affected my recall, so it seems. When things calm down again, I'll shift my focus back.
    14. Finding coins (recurring)

      by , 12-11-2013 at 10:33 AM

      In the past, I have had a fair number of dreams of finding coins, mostly along the side of the highway in Cubitis, public sidewalks in La Crosse, and often grassy areas on boulevards and such. Interestingly, many of these dreams were semi-lucid yet I still went around gathering up as many coins as I could find, even pennies, but often mostly quarters. Sometimes, I had to dig slightly in the dirt or gravel to seemingly find more and more, and sometimes this was close to or right on a smaller flight of concrete steps near a public building such as a school or courthouse. Whereas many of these dreams featured American money; quarters (25 cents), nickels (5 cents), dimes (10 cents), and pennies (1 cent), there were often unusual (fictional) coins as well as more correct forms of foreign currency. In an unusual variation of this recurring theme, I also once was finding various record albums along the road, mostly from the 1960s and 1970s, such as one by Sonny and Cher.

      Although it is likely that most other people have had such dreams, I think there was an influence regarding my parents having collected soda bottles (or “pop bottles”) in burlap bags along the side of the road when they were first married and made a reasonable amount of money doing such at the time. This likely influenced me into thinking about “just picking money up off the street and near roads”. While in my dream, I actually seem to think it is possible to survive this way (by just finding money that people dropped). I usually find about twenty to sixty dollars in coins in such dreams and end up having them in all my pockets as well as boots if I am wearing any. Obviously, in real life, you do not tend to see coins lying all over the place everywhere, but dreams are dreams and probably are augmented replays of all those times when I did find a coin or two here and there (including in grocery stores or even near bus stops).

      In one dream, I am with others and we are finding coins along the middle area of a railroad track. Curiously, over time, we are suddenly climbing a ladder and are eventually high in the air on a skyscraper, implying that there is possibly a public train service that goes straight up. (In some areas, on the ground, there are piles and piles of various types of gold and silver coins from various countries.) This is not the only time I have associated railroad tracks with a ladder. Even when I was a toddler, I sometimes “saw” a ladder lying on the ground as potential train tracks, as the overall appearance is very similar.

      I have not had many of these dreams over the last ten years or so. I have had a few dreams in the Australian transition. This mostly included the Australian fifty-cent coin, which is dodecagonal (12-sided).

      At least a few of these were precognitive. In one, I find pennies deeper in the dirt at a neighbor’s house (these were people I had never met and who lived across the street from my sister’s house on Loomis Street). That same early afternoon, my brother-in-law told me that the same neighbor was digging up a lot of old pennies in his yard.

      Updated 06-19-2015 at 07:01 PM by 1390

    15. Fantastic ladder

      by , 10-29-2013 at 12:57 AM
      Entry 1/2

      Pre bed: 3mg mel, wbtb: 1/2 latte

      DILD+: I've got the impression that I deilded two times after dream fade, got into the same place with the first deild, but my memory is really messed up, so putting this as one ld.

      I am on the porch of this place the way it used to look years ago. I am staring ahead of me, as if trying to figure out if I am in the dream. I confirm it feels like a dream, then turn around to go towards the yard, but the porch is very high and there is a steep slope just below it, so not very convenient for a jump. I decide to take the stairs and go down one level. Notice some details of the house and get a mix of memories that seem to change the place. I am now on the lower level of the yard and see a very long truck that carries some sort of long metal wires. Random thoughts arise about there being a construction site in the proximity and how they have ruined the place and I almost lose lucidity.

      Ignoring the truck, I continue on my way, this time trying to climb to the upper level of the yard using some sort of a morphing ladder. This time, I decide to experiment and see if I can stretch my hands like Mr. Fantastic as I am holding on to the ladder or whatever it is now. My hands stretch somewhat, but it is the ladder thing that stretches the most. The whole thing becomes a flexible rubbery substance that is being dragged down like a curtain, as I clench onto it.

      Still hanging in the air, holding on to it, the next idea that comes to my mind is that I actually want to climb it like a cat (i.e. with claws) or even better, why not make the surface of my fingers just stick to the ladder. I am midair holding myself by clawing on the surface of the ex-ladder, trying to smoothly let go and just allow my fingers to stick to the surface, but feel that I am about to fall. Then, subconsciously apply some sort of mini- vacuum effect with my fingers, that makes the ladder stick to my fingertips. There is a thin indigo energy layer around and behind my fingers as I look at them.

      I finally climb to the upper level. There is some sort of long white board on which I decide to do random acrobatic tricks I can't exactly recall in detail. Then I remember reading on DV that someone used a certain tech to fly and decide to try it out. It consists of putting your hands on the ground and launching yourself by applying pressure to it (Man of Steel). I try to do that and feel some pressure, but can't take off.

      I turn around and acknowledge the greenery which reminds me it may be good for the Wall of China. I look around, thinking about the wall, but only get a couple of Asian/Buddhist statues made of ebony among the trees ahead of me. Maybe I need a little bit of motivation for the task, so I start singing a Chinese tune to help me out. It echoes loudly around me, but the dream slowly fades.

      Updated 10-29-2013 at 01:00 AM by 61764

      lucid , memorable
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