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I'm in a theater, there's a man DC sitting to my right. I see a lot of empty seats and I'm hearing some chattering behind, in one corner of the room. (I seemed to be distracted and don't remember seing anything on the screen, or if there was any screen at all. I need to be more aware of my surroundings!).
Then the chatering gets louder and louder, I started thinking was a group of people that I know.
My view changes to the entrance of the room, there's a robust lady, light skin and with some make up on..( I could see in the dark?! ). The laddy is waiting for a signal to turn the lights on. I look in the corner again and see a dad watching his kid jumping and making noises, seems to be autistic. I switch back to the lady and lights go on, not quite bright enough to brighten the whole room. Now I see the DC, next to me, wearigh a bright white shirt, stands up and looks at me, I say: have a good one..He turns around and walks towards the exit.
Now I see a kid carring, or better hugging a cardboard box that's almost braking apart, he's strugling to carry it, as he gets closer and closer I see some leafy, colorful begetables. I want to help him but he doesent let go much. I'm barely holding it in one corner..I think: "probably he need some excersise carring stuff. We exit the room together, and now we're in a big bright hallway. As we put the box down I see he has lost a big amount of weight!, hes abdome is looking a lot slimer. (He looks like one of my special ed. students) I look at the box again, now opened, I see some carrots, a cabage, and other leafy greens.

Notes:
I have decided to wear the REM- dreamer again, every other day. I was able to wear the a REM mask almost all night!, usually I would take it off while sleeping; of course as I analize and highlited on red, anything could be a real disguise. From vegetables to the make up on a person.
Blinking signals of the mask could also disguise as the kid jumping up and down; (not so much the noise since the sound mode was off)... And so on, it's a great tool but still requieres lots of practice and not recomended for people with seisures!

Dream

I was in my house, it was late afternoon. My mother and younger sister were in home. I was mad at my younger sister and was shouting. Mother tried to calm me down, but I was still mad and continued shouting. Then my younger sister entered the room and I said as calmly as I could "For three hours you were bothering me about slippers that never was in our house!"

Fragment

I recall a short fragment in which sister made me a full face makeup. She added loads of brown.

10.12.2015

Applying Eyelash Makeup In Restroom (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I’m inside a grocery retail store, and I’m on my way to the restroom. The flooring before heading there is very clean, light brown cement color with some kind of marble coating to it. The lighting overall is a yellow hue mixed in with orange, and this probably due to the upper roof windows emitting the light from above.

It’s a fairly active within the store itself, and it’s very spacious as well. I seem to be carrying something that looks like a Poo-pourri spray.

I go inside the restrooms, and noticed that the sinks are to the left vs. the right as it usually is in the other retail store I shop at. There’s the same laminate coating, dark brown colors mixed in with some grays, blacks, and subtle appearances of white along with the fancy, stainless steel sinks. I look at the mirror, and I’m preparing to move the eyeliner makeup stick around for a little bit.

I try to apply some to my eyelashes, and I’m getting various outcomes each time I invest more time into this. One moment, it seems like my eyelashes are going to become thinner, and less noticeable. The next moment, it’s as if in spite of their state of being, they still are emphasized more for some reason, and it feel awkward looking at myself looking feminine. There were a few men that came every now and then to be surprised as to why I’m applying eyeliner, eyelash, whatever it’s called, and even though I had a knee-jerk reaction to be shocked that they came in, I still went about my merry way.

I was only aware of what was going on, and didn’t really bother to fixate on bodily movements, I guess. I started to play around with the substance within the makeup bottle, and I could see it’s a very thick, white substance with some black blemishes that are shiny and glossy as well. I pay attention to the realism of the texture forming around the small brush stick, and the sounds associated with knocking against the bottle from the inside with the brush stick.

After I stop reveling in this, I proceed to go out of the restroom, and as I’m going near a check stand, some random kid asks me for a machine’s game currency, and I quickly responded, “No.” And I mean no as in, “no-you-demon-child,you” type of no. The child is about 2-3 three feet in height, dark complexion, and is wearing a white shirt and probably some generic, dulled out shorts that were light blue. He had a haircut close to the 1.5 setting, i.e., having hair, but close to being bald.

He looks up at me weirdly, and doesn’t seem to be capable of processing my immediate response, and starts looking around for a bit, and then moves on to go to his parents.

The funny part is that later on in the day, a co-worker was asking if I was using perfume before she corrected herself, and saying cologne.

I'm on the sidelines of a basketball court outside. I'm watching GOT7 play basketball. I suddenly realize that this is a game and I'm controlling them. I really suck at this type of game and I get annoyed that I can't make them play well. I decide that enough is enough and I stop controlling them. When I stop, a door appears and a digital clock lights up above the door. It's a countdown set for 23 seconds. The door opens and a bright blue light is shining inside. The countdown starts. I immediately know that I need to get in there before the door closes so I run and go inside. The room is huge and filled with anything and everything you could imagine. It's also big enough to have a living space. I taking everything in and decide that I should hurry and take what I want. Jackson appears behind me and I tell him to hurry. I see a shelf of DVD box-sets and wonder if anyone will notice if I take them all. I face Jackson and we both get excited and start to gather stuff we want. Then the door closes and we're locked in. I realize that I have to survive so I start to collect everything I'll need. I gather clothes, makeup, bags, bathroom necessities, etc. I stop in front of a little white jewelery box and see a bunch of perfume bottles. I pick one up and I really like it. Then a girl walks up behind me and starts spraying me with perfume. She just keeps spraying and spraying and I get really angry and turn around quickly to look at her. I tell her to fuck off. I say that with perfume you only need 1 and a half to 2 spritz of perfume.

I'm in a bedroom that reminds me of the one at almond drive. The layout is pretty much the same except for a few details, the main one being that it's a great deal bigger. It's sometime in the evening and I'm sitting down on the floor in a corner. It's where the dresser holding the television should be but it's not there. Instead it's a huge empty space. All of my pillows and blankets are in the corner with me and all of my makeup as well. Even though it's evening and fairly dark, I lift up a hand mirror and I begin to put on a bit of makeup. I hear shuffling near me so I turn towards where the noise came from. A girl is sitting on the bed on the other side of the room. She's staring at me, watching me put on my makeup. I stare back at her for a few moments and then turn back to the mirror feeling annoyed by her watching me. I ask her what she's staring at as I finish up. She says nothing and the quiet begins to bother me. I slam the mirror down and angrily look back at her, screaming "what?!" She only smirks at me, slowly climbs off of the bed and walks towards me. The closer she gets the more annoyed and angry I become. She reaches me and kneels down, reaching for and grabbing one of my arms. She squeezes my arm painfully and yanks me up off the floor hard. I resist a little but it doesn't do much good. She pulls me in front of her and grabs onto my other arm to hold me in place. For the first time I realize that I'm only wearing a bra and underwear. She's wearing a big, long sweatshirt. She continues to hold me there, smirking the whole damn time. After what feels like hours, I can no longer stand looking at her so I look down at the floor. She starts laughing then. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?", she says. I start shaking with anger and I immediately look back up at her and tell her to go to hell. She only laughs again and shoves me back onto the floor. I hit the floor hard and it hurts. I move back into the corner and try to keep a distance between us which only makes her smile widen. When I cannot move further, she crowds into my face and forces my legs open, settling in between them. One of her hands grabs my neck and the other grabs my chin, forcing me to look at her face. "You're so adorable. You're also mine", she leans in and whispers. "So be a good girl." She roughly pulls my face towards hers and kisses me. I'm pissed off beyond belief but I don't fight it. I relax a little bit in her arms and I kiss her back. I can feel her smile. She pulls away after a minute and kisses my forehead, telling me that I'm a good girl. She gets up off the floor and leaves the room.

I am at work. In a cubicle or cash register. Either way, I feel I am in a smaller space within a much larger space at my place of work. Mandy S. is my coworker and there are other employees around maybe two or three. I am being honored in some way by higher management but I get a feeling of jealousy or envy somewhere in the group of four or five. Not necessarily from Mandy S. I am very feminine in this dream. A heart breaker and I wear a lot of make up. Eyelashes are particularly emphasized as I recall. I sense something taboo happening concerning a bathrobe and possibly my dream ego. Outside of this work place seems to be the base of Mt.Ka. A facility wraps around that is our work place. There is a mound that we sit on. I cannot recall if this was a sort of break time or an evacuation, but we sit on the hill. Ryland B. is here. He is not happy. He is very aggravated and I think it has very much to do with me and my opinion of an outcome.

We sit below the cracked mountain that appears so often to my dream ego, Mt.Ka, on a grassy mound outside of our place of work as it begins to rain black tar. There is no instant fear or panic but I sense that we all got up and fled to one of two doors equally far apart. I do not believe I was able to get inside the large gray door. Nor did I try the other door. What takes place after that I cannot recall.

So I was in my classroom. There will be an exam but there's technical difficulty (which I don't remember what) so we have to wait. During the wait I ask a girl student in front of me about her makeup. She didn't wear her makeup smoothly. So I gave her an example. And also I realized that there are several celebrity in there, including a local singer of my country and the actor who played Salieri in Amadeus. And then a teacher came and ask the class why the exam didn't began. and I woke up

Dream
Non Dream


Dream 1 - Grey's Anatomy Cast Moving my Furniture

Some guys are moving some furniture for me. Included are my Partner, my Brother In Law, and Alex Karev from Grey's Anatomy. The house we are in in a two level version of an old beach house my Grandparents used to live in. After a while, they come downstairs looking exhausted and frustrated. Apparently there was a problem. Lexie from Grey's appears and gives me the low down on the situation. While they were moving furniture around my baby son's bedroom, a window was broken. They are all very concerned that my son will suffer from too many cold drafts of air.

Too much time in Germany is to blame for that brainwave I think! LOL

Work stops and there is pizza for all the hard working helpers, but I realize I must bring a table down from upstairs so that people can eat it. I can't do it alone, but no one offers to help because they are all so tired. My Brother In Law seems to be especially tired - he begins to snore loudly on the couch next to me. I chide him for it and he smiles at me before quickly passing out again. Suddenly I feel really tired too, like I can't move, even though I did nothing. I know that the others all want me to go get the table, but we all pass out instead.

Dream 2 - Cheater Theatre

I think it's rather strange that "cheating" seems to be a reoccurring thread through out my dreams. Perhaps it is a dream sign, reflecting in inner fear.

A group of people are watching my closely to see what I will do, if I will cheat on my man with this random guy that looks a bit like Tom Cruise. I feel pressured. I am not interested in cheating, but for some reason I agree to. There is a room separated by a curtain that we go into. Flash forward to after the "event", there is a large African American man telling me that I've got game, and he has respect for me. I barely acknowledge the comment. Flash forward to me putting on some makeup with the same people watching me intently. The onlookers are waiting with baited breath, and when I put on a certain shade of eyeshadow they go mental, telling me that the colour is perfect for me. It's really odd as they are all shouting and cheering over it. They offer me a really over the top curly blond wig to complete the look.

2/10/09

Steam Makeup

I must be at the mall but it feels like a more intimate setting. I'm watching a woman put makeup on a girl, but it's no ordinary makeup. In order to "seal" this makeup, she's got to use a hand held steamer to the girl's face. I watch her smear some liquid makeup on this girl's nose and then steam it so it stays. When she moves the steamer away, the girl's nose is a shade or two darker than the rest of her face.

I must be really interested in what's going on, so I walk up and have a conversation with the woman who's applying the makeup. She looks like she's airbrushed... sort of. I tell her that I really only use makeup to cover up blemishes and that I have roseacea. She shows me where she has covered up her own blemishes and it looks decent enough. She offers to do a demonstration on me.

I sit in this chair that is really poofy and it's hard for the woman to reach me. So I sit up on my knees and lean forward. She puts the liquid makeup on the left side of my nose and puts the steamer up to it. I can feel the makeup getting hard. I touch my face when she's done and it feels like plastic! I look in the mirror and it's kind of shiny and obviously something's different about that part of my face. I'm pissed. She brings me over to a table and on it are plastic discs in a box. She said these are samples of textures that the makeup can turn out like. I think it was still in the experimental stages. I remember seeing four other girls waiting their turn and they were all looking at new tennis shoes they had just bought.

The Bum in the Bathroom

I believe I had just left the makeup extravaganza and I had to go to the bathroom. I'm walking down the street now looking for a fast food place or a gas station to go to. I find a "community center" and dip in. I find the bathroom and go in. It looks pretty nasty, but I have to go. I go into a stall and pull my pants down. To my left is a cut out area from the wall separating me from the next stall. There's a homeless man in there asking me if I'll give him a hand job!!!! I was shocked and told him absolutely not and that he's in the girls' bathroom anyway, what is he doing there??

I am pissed because I can't go to the bathroom and pull my pants up and leave. I go to the boys' bathroom. The door is closing, and it's not a swinging door like on most public bathrooms, it's got a doorknob on it. I turn the knob and a guy asks me if I'm coming in or not... he has no clothes on. I figure I don't care what's going on in there, I have to pee. So I go in and find a stall, and this bathroom is so much nicer than the girls' room. There are tons of guys in there. I think I threw off the plan, though, because from under my stall I can see the guy putting his pants back on. THEN when I look up, my door is open and everyone is watching me. I close the door and look up and the guy who let me in is peeking over my stall!!!! So I say the hell with this and leave.

I'm still on a mission to go to the bathroom. I am on the street again and I find like a club and there's a band playing. I go in and find the bathroom. It's huge. I go into a stall and the toilet is right up against the wall so I have to sit off the side of it. The stalls are short and I could see some girls coming in. Now my wall has disappeared again and I watch them go into a stall a few stalls down. I look up and there's a ledge with some cds on it. There are maybe forty in the stack. I grab them and start flipping through them. They seem like pirated copies of movies. All the titles are hand written. One says, "Conspiracy Theory, Rare."

As I'm looking through these cds I can feel myself taking a shit. I look around for some toilet paper, but all I can find is a calendar on the wall. It looks like someone had made it themself, not like one you buy in a store. So I grab a few pages and wipe. I knew this was ok because the pages were from January and it's February now. I go to stand up and this girl is standing on the outside of my stall and she freaked me out being there. I flushed the toilet. She handed me some jewelry and said she had found where I buried it. It was a really nice gold ring with channel set purple stones, maybe tanzanite, and a necklace. The girls who came in earlier are now behind me and they look in my toilet. Apparently I needed to flush again. So I do. Now the girl who just handed me the jewelry says something about do I remember the four people I killed? I'm indignant because no I do not remember that!!! The dream faded after that.

The Lunch Line

The first thing I remember is something about a parking garage. I think I met up with some people and then we went to lunch. We get in the cafeteria and go our separate ways to get food. I can remember being in the lunch line and there was a weird chicken dish. And it was so confusing where to go to get a drink. And people were butting in front of me! It was very hectic in that lunch line! I got really frustrated and I think I woke myself up!

Cops on the Bus

I'm on a school bus. I know it's a school bus because at the back of the bus is the emergency door and the window... not like public transportation with a seat at the back. So I'm sitting with some people... they're police officers. I wonder if I'm in trouble??

Next thing I know, there's a ruckus at the back of the bus. One of the police officers tells me to go to the back and break it up. I look down in my lap and there's a badge in my lap!!! I clip the badge on the back pocket of my jeans and walk back to the back of the bus to see what's going on. Someone had broken a glass bottle. Standing at the back door to the bus is a guy I went to grade school and middle school with, Carl. I look at him and ask him what happened. He doesn't answer me and I get mad and tell him that someone better clean up that broken glass before someone gets hurt!! He doesn't do anything. I yell at him to give me the napkins he's now holding in his hand so that at least I could clean it up. He tells me, "You know, we don't talk like we used to."

Vitamins at the Grocery Store

Now I'm in a grocery store. I'm going up and down aisles and I see that it's like an after Christmas sale. There's just all sorts of junk lined up in no particular order. I look up at the ceiling and there's like barbecues hanging from the ceiling... and kids bikes. I have a shopping cart but I have no idea what I'm looking for. I must have had some stuff in my cart because I get in line to check out. Then I remember!! I need more Flintstones vitamins because I'm out!!! I run to get the vitamins, then...

The Award Show

I'm in a bathroom. Or a dressing room. Doing my makeup. I'm looking in a mirror. (score one point for a personal goal attained!) I'm putting on eyeliner, but I already have eyeliner on. So what I'm doing is adding another color above the brown that's already there... interesting. I do my left side fine. Then when I go to do my right eye, the eyeliner smears and I have to keep starting all over again.

I finish my makeup and now I'm in a beautiful white gown with a really really really long... wrap? It's not part of the dress... it's like what Starter had on in that scene in The Cell, that obnoxiously long cape... but white and with little raised dots about the size of a quarter all over it. I'm walking out onto a stage and it's an award show! I have just won the award for best outfit ever!! I'm so excited and I wonder if my makeup turned out ok. And then I wonder... if I'm at an awards show, why didn't someone else do my makeup? Anyway, I walk off stage and find a place to sit, which is difficult because of the size of my cape, and when I sit down I look at my shoes... ruby red high heels. I think this doesn't match at all. But they were awesome shoes!

Had a nightmare that I was doing my makeup and somehow accidentally stuck myself in the eye with a pair of tweezers. I didn't think it was that bad, so I went to the mirror to look at it and realized I'd jammed it in pretty deeply. Despite the apparent severity of the injury, it didn't hurt. I pulled the tweezers out of my eye, still didn't hurt even though I felt the tugging sensation, and realized there were more things stuck in my eye... like a magician's handkerchief or something... all said and done, I pulled out another pair of tweezers AND an eye lash curler. Much to my horror, I then realized that my entire eye was gone and there was nothing but a gaping red hole (which was amazingly not bleeding). I didn't know whether to freak out or not, because I was still shocked by it.

Then, I dreamed that I had twin kids who were about 8 years old, and I was pissed at them for some reason.

Then, I dreamed that I had taken some sort of exam or something like that... scored really well on some test, or something, and gotten a highly coveted award along with a new position. I don't remember what it was, though, except that there was a list of benefits from the position, but for some reason it just felt like something straight out of high school. Also, for whatever reason, when all of this was being read off, I was sitting in the woods, and I was wearing some kind of dress made from calico, and everyone was sitting on logs, even though it was some sort of technical position I had tested for.