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    1. 23 Apr: Bullies, babysitting and a sexual fantasy with Eva Green (graphic)

      by , 04-23-2019 at 09:28 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      I watch a friend bringing his gay boyfriend home for a dinner with the family. Family is unaware they date, and maybe even that he is gay. So it comes as a great shock when they casually mention it. Also, the guy had a recent drug problem and his parents are highly controlling it and all hell breaks lose when he shares that his boyfriend is a meth addict in recovery. They leave the dinner and go to the train station, it is raining and they kiss and make out. A train arrives and some guys that usually bully them get out from it. The couple decides to walk away and avoid them.
      Then I am caught in the action, as I stand in their way to allow the guys to escape. The bullies get pissed at me. I escape, but later I am in school and they bully me at the sports field. I don't feel fear, but I want to expose them, so I find a way to record them bullying me. They mock me, force me to do push ups and other silly things as they say intimidating things and somehow I end up naked from waist up. But I feel pleased because I got footage of it and pictures of the 4 guys. I run to the house of a friend. At her window is Conan Osiris (the musician) who is apparently her friend and looks surprised to see this girl running in topless. They borrow me a blanket that I use to cover myself and then everybody feels more comfortable to hear what I have to say. Then we make a plan to show these images the next day to some teacher or the director.
      But the next day there is something going in the school behind closed doors at the auditorium, some presentation or so. Outside in the lobby there are many strange machines like ATMs and we are told by a lady at a desk to take a machine with us and join the presentation.

      Late night with my mom at a retail shop to buy a blanket for some baby. The shop closes and we are the only ones left. I am actually excited we might spend the night in there, but a worker spots us and tells us to go towards the exit. We argue we haven't yet found the blanket and because it is for a baby, she feels moved and helps us finding it. Then we take it home to the baby, which we are just taking care of and I have no idea who the mother is. I fall in love with the little one, but I get disappointed that he rejects all the food I give him. My mom feeds him chocolate desserts and it's the only thing he'll eat. I argue against it, but she says it's too late to break the habit. I say if it was my kid I'd cut all sugars.

      Watching and then taking part of a Tarantino movie, so excited with how awesome it is. I am walking into a heavily guarded compound to talk to some bigshot, who happens to be played by Eva Green. I have to exit the building to an interior garden and have to meet her at the garden house, which is also heavily surrounded by guards. I am led by an attendant. First the girl goes in with a dress to hand over to Eva. I hear that she doesn't like as much as she likes the attendant's own dress, but accepts it anyway. Then I am allowed to go in and my first thought is how incredibly hot she is and I hope she changes the dress in front of me. She doesn't but anyway we don't talk much.
      I simply go towards her and grope her. I grab one of her breasts and suck it through her thin clothes. (I'm not a lesbian, but I just find her the hottest and most beautiful woman and I would definitely do her ). Then something bizarre happens and I become her! Now I am horny for myself. I start to undress in front of a mirror and I suck my own breasts (a dream ability I have!). I touch myself while admiring my goddess-like beauty. I am not Eva Green anymore, I transformed into a Buddhist deity, even more beautiful and irresistible. I can't hold up the hornyness anymore and I find a rubber toy on the table and I use it for my pleasure.
      Some guard comes in and sees me, but I am not disturbed by it, nor do I feel like having him join. He feels awkward and slowly walks out in silence. I continue pleasing myself in front of the mirror and I climax gently and continuously and feel an amazing sensation of well-being rushing through my veins (not just in the dream, I actually had an orgasm in RL).
    2. Friday, March 22

      by , 03-27-2019 at 06:16 PM
      I am with Melissa, Dad, and Scottie. I’m pretty sure we’re going somewhere, but right now, we are sitting at a picnic style table right adjacent to a street intersection. Dad has a store bought card for Scottie, and I have made a card for Melissa. It is smaller and looks like a regular card except for its left side being the shape of half of a heart. It’s come out wrong though - it opens upside down or something like that. Scottie comments nicely on our bringing cards. I notice she is wearing a light lime green hoodie. The front is full of a list of ‘anti’ somethings in a white and all caps font; I notice ‘ANTITRUMP’ towards the bottom and the hoodie’s pocket. I think about how supporters would take offense to this, yet nonchalantly be ‘anti’ many things. I’m now walking along a sidewalk, I think with just Dad and Melissa or Dad and Makayla. This neighborhood is not too far off the main road, yet it still feels removed. It feels like midtown/oldtown. The houses are smaller (some are two stories though, I think) and close to this street and to each other. The look somewhat whimsical. I notice an address in number plaques on the house’s wall - 5150 or something like that. I either think or say that I like this neighborhood. We now end up at the bottom of a long hill with a place sprawled across it. The long house/building atop is an off white. There are tall and droopy trees and an older cement pathway winding up the hill. There is a black man sitting outside somewhere here, rambling about something. I notice a few chains with hooks on their ends hanging down from something (the trees probably?). I know that they’re for musicians to attach to when they play. I think I get an image of that scene in my head. I think they swing on them. In fact, the man starts rambling about this. I grab onto one as I ascend this hill and let it go when I reach the top. It must’ve shortened or something, as it doesn’t swing back and hit me. I imagine what it’d be like or feel like if it did. There are circular patio tables and their steels chairs placed all around. The rest of it seems to be a pretty empty cement plaza. I think this place is called The Project, and I remember coming here a while ago and liking it. I am now by another house. This house also has a large grassy area and patio tables. There is an absolute plethora of tables though - I can’t even imagine that many people being here at once. I enter the house, following Lindsey. There is a long closet on the entryway’s left. It is open or partially open, allowing me to see a row of hanging coats. There is a grey and a green one; the rest look like duplicates of either, possibly just in another size. I wonder why. Lindsey sees me looking, and it is slightly awkward for a moment. We’re back outside now, in the back or side yard. I think I comment on all the tables. It sort of reminds me of an Alice in Wonderland type garden party. She and I each drag a chair a ways out onto the vast and lush lawn. She sits and is going to trim her pubic hair, I think with scissors. I think she’s wearing a skirt that she can lift high enough. I can see the very tops of her thighs, but not much else. She asks me to go get/do something, trying to get me to leave so she can be alone. I know what she’s doing, but oblige anyway by joining a blond kid that is running around. He starts to race, and I find myself unable to run as fast as him. I think it must be because I’m not even trying my hardest. I see the Dots game (that I’ve been playing on my phone) is being played in the distance, like it’s projected onto the sky or something. It seems like dusk or twilight.




      I am in what looks like a cross between a warehouse and Winco aisle. I am with some others that I think are movie characters but that I know? We are slowly making our way down the aisle, punching packages of soda cans as we go. I punch one repeatedly and it will not break open, so I take out my pocket knife and dramatically slit the wrapping open. One of the guys is by me when I do so and for some reason derives great joy from it. It is somehow like an idyllic scene from a movie. I remark that 80s movies are really good, that 90s movies are okay too, but not as good. It feels like I/we have just been in a few 80s movies. These others agree with my sentiment. We are now further into this building and sitting around a square and fairly tall table. Two of the others are Ashley M from work and McKenzie Retzer. McKenzie is in very small shorts and a tank top. She is sweaty and lifting her arms to check for a pattern/ring of deodorant stain. She has some specific term for it. I can feel sweat all over my body as well, and I check for the same. I think I do have it but can’t see it. Ashley, what is to my right, gives me two barbell weights. I sort of fuck around with them and then start lifting one straight away from my body on my right. She tells me my arms are strong. I am conscious/self conscious of being observed (by her and myself). I say that they used to be, which she repeats sarcastically/rhetorically. McKenzie tells me I’m scheduled for another workout next Saturday. I tell her I’m glad she signs me up for things or else I’d never do anything.
    3. Thursday, March 21

      by , 03-22-2019 at 03:16 AM
      (In this dream, it feels like I am in a movie - in the dream, I think it feels like reality to me, but after recalling it, it seems more like the whole thing was supposed to be a movie). I am in what seems like a school, probably a high school. There are some women faculty talking to me and/or trying to get me to do something. I am being snarkily defiant because I don’t like whatever it is they’re trying to do. There is a very unsettling vibe. I don’t think they’re entirely malicious, but it feels as if that could change without warning. I think they are trying to capture me or some other guy for some kind of ritual. As unsettling as it is, I think they are going to be cooking the victim. I am outside now, by a house’s front yard, and it is dark out. I see a large cauldron and a thick wooden stake behind it. There was also something about a spoiler in plain sight in this film - something that the victim was going to eat that ends up ruining the ritual?




      I am in a parking garage. The ground floor feels pretty open and airy. It also seems sunny and nice out. Carl Wander is here - he works here. I think I’ve come here to casually discuss a job or otherwise have ended up talking about one. I look around and see quite a few people working here. They are my age or younger and don’t appear to be doing much. I think about what it would be like to work here.
    4. Monday, March 18

      by , 03-19-2019 at 06:41 AM
      I am in what I think is a Kohl’s (though I’m not sure it really looks like one). I’m with a familiar? guy and bringing some clothes to the fitting room to try on. They seem to all be on hangers. The fitting room is a stall set atop a little raised platform. The door is sized so that one can see the occupant’s feet as well as just above their head. For a moment, I am watching either myself or someone else; the clothes can clearly be seen hanging. I ponder the result of this on theft, thinking it probably lessens it. I don’t think I end up getting anything.




      I am in what I think is a movie theater. It seems like it is a much older building, or like I am in the past. There are mostly middle aged hippies filling in and into the theater. I’m in a sort of hallway outside the theater; I pull back a curtain over an opening and get a glimpse of the theater. I then go find a seat. Looking around, I’m very surprised I don’t smell pot. It does look hazy though. This film that is being shown is very psychedelic, not in an overdone or hackneyed way, but in a very synesthetic way. The clips or scenes are disjointed and cause visceral sensations. It seems the film is being shown to elicit collective response that becomes the spectacle itself. The whole thing is very phantasmagorical
    5. Monday, February 25

      by , 03-02-2019 at 08:40 PM
      I am at work and entering the fitting room. I am not alone either; at least four other people are also entering at the same time. I notice a fairly dirty looking guy in his 20s and his female companion. He has long and shaggy brown hair (or dreads) and baggy clothes, and she has dark hair and pants and a somewhat skimpy purple tank top. The guy, with a sort of detached fervor, starts grabbing anything in reach on the folding tables (I notice a folded dress shirt) like he’s going to take them into the stall and steal them. I think he has not noticed that I work here. I say “hey man” kind of casually, which startles him and causes him to look guilty and remorseful. I think he leaves now, and I start checking the stalls. Most have a floor completely obscured by tried on and tossed clothes. One contains a man passed out or sleeping on the floor and amongst the clothes. I don’t even know what to do. Now I am helping ring up customers, and I notice the guy what was going to steal. He is actually buying a pair of black slacks.




      I am with Melissa in a bed. I think we are just cuddling and talking. Now out of nowhere it begins to snow. Almost immediately the roads are covered. (It looks like downtown, like the street parallel to the river and behind the movie theater). I offer to give her a ride wherever so she doesn’t have to drive in it. I think it’s out of the way or will create a problem with where the cars are, but I don’t mind going out of my way. Now, I am driving us somewhere. I think Melissa says something about the speed, as if I’m going too slow. Right after, the car violently slides out and then corrects itself after a tense moment.




      (I think this one was part of another dream that I can’t recall. It has a weird feeling to it). I’ve been watching a movie that is or is very similar to Hereditary. I have an image of Charlie’s decapitated head in my mind. It looks more animated and like it has more skin on the face, around the eyelids and lip areas. I think there is some distinct, enigmatic, seminal plot to this movie that I can’t stop thinking about.




      I am sitting at Melissa’s kitchen table in the seat facing the sliding door. At least Carlos and one other family member is here. They’re talking about late puberty? (like in their early 20s). I lift my bare leg up so they can see the hair on it and say “I haven’t seen my legs since like fourth grade.” It elicits some chuckles. I then feel slightly self conscious about putting my bare foot on their table.
    6. 20 Feb: Live music at bar, photoshoot, puppy and dirty room

      by , 02-20-2019 at 09:17 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      Friends running a school bar. Not going well, failling at pleasing costumers, lots of technical fails when playing live music. One night I come to help, suggest spontaneous performances, I sing a bit, people start to enjoy and I tell my friends it is a matter of time all problems get fixed and costumers start coming, since there are no competitors.

      A high fashion model is doing a photoshoot, she is really tired and upset with how it's going. I stay to watch and help her out and realize it's really a hard time for her. She is doing a series of photos wearing weird conceptual stuff, she can't move once its on and they have to carry her up some rocks, through caves, cold and wet places. Then at some point they want her to climb a vertical cliff because everyone else is afraid to do it and help her. I help her and she is very thankful.

      I watch some adorable movie and since there are now bendable screens, we can get a movie on a sticker, glue it to any surface and I take it to a bench by the sea and stick it there for people to watch if they sit there.

      I meet some kids with a tiny tiny puppy, they let me play with him, then I ask if they bought or adopted. The girl confesses they bought, kind of scared of my reaction as she noticed I meant it as criticism, but I try to be civil and say it's ok, they didn't know better and explain to them why adopting from shelters is so important and buying animals is wrong.

      Picking wood for my fireplace near my mom's house, but then head to a hotel instead of my home. My room is full of flour and other cake ingredients all over my bed. I tidy it up.
    7. 28 Jan: Enacting Star Wars and seduced by a monk

      by , 01-28-2019 at 09:34 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      Going to the movies with Riverstone. He thinks it's Star Wars, but it is some parody sketches on Star Wars. And the sound is shitty. Then I am the actor playing it live on the theater. But the other actor that should be there interacting with me did not appear and so the whole thing falls apart. I try to invite the audience to enact the jokes with me but it is a total disaster.

      I am with my guru, sort of accompanying him. He doesn't sleep, he also doesn't stay around much, is always going somewhere, meeting people. A monk comes to keep me company, talks about alien abductions and some book author we both seem to know but whose name we don't recall. Then he gets too fond of me and wants some action, but although he is actually cute, I don't want him to break his vows and I say no. Then a giant wave comes from the sea outside, doesn't break the windows, but engulfs the building which gets under water. We pick cell phones and documents and leave. We go to higher floors and get out somehow to dry land. Then we see Rinpoche's students heading to a town square, all dressed up and I ask what's the occasion but nobody says. I sit alone at a bench and I realize I have my cat Buddha hiding in my purse and I hug him.

      Updated 05-27-2019 at 09:47 PM by 34880

      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    8. Friday, June 15

      by , 07-21-2018 at 09:05 PM
      I have driven out to Kelli and Carl’s. It looks like nobody is home, but I also knock on the door. Nobody answer, so I go in. I call out ‘hello’ and get no answer, but I round a corner and see Carl. i continue into the room (doesn’t really look like their house) and Kelli and another girl on a black couch come into view. They’re watching something on the larger TV that is loud and probably why they didn’t hear me. I give Carl a hug and then a handshake. He offers me a margarita (I see one out - it’s in a green can that’s fairly tall: a Lime-a-Rita?) and I pause and think briefly before accepting. He goes to get one and chuckles, saying maybe I can have another or more and stay here. I am now on the couch and watching this movie with them. I am pretty sure the girl on the couch is Kelli Ann. I am not sure which can on the square coffee table is mine, but I feel pretty safe picking up the heaviest one. This film seems to be in the opening sequence - short clips of sea animals and people? with cool color tones and drab music, if any at all. Scenes keep repeating, so much so that we think there is something going wrong. After a repetition, however, there is new content, so we realize this was a purposeful stylization. I think about how that is very dream-like.
      Categories
      Uncategorized
    9. Select Your Symbolism

      by , 04-29-2018 at 07:40 PM (The Fourth Factor)
      I’m walking through an unfamiliar urban area. It’s fairly busy traffic-wise, but there are some young men kicking a soccer ball around in the streets. Occasionally, someone has to run out into the street and bring it back before a car gets to it. This strikes me as a little dangerous.

      Eventually, I find myself walking down into a large lecture hall, mainly white with light-colored wooden seats on either side of a central aisle. There’s a projection screen down in front, and everybody is watching a movie on it. The front area looks mostly full, but there are entire rows of empty seats closer to the back, so I sit down in a row on the left side.

      It seems I have the option to select how I want the movie rendered—it’s a little like a menu popping up on a computer, but more abstract. There are three options. In the first option, I would only perceive those aspects of it that are capable of being represented in the available medium. In the second option, the basic narrative pattern of the story would be preserved, but with the unrepresentable parts of it translated into a form that the medium can handle. That's the option I choose. I can’t remember what the third one was.

      As I watch, it quickly becomes apparent that the movie is something provisional rather than a finished creation. The screen shows static pictures representing the characters on a white background as their dialogue is spoken. I notice, however, that the acoustics in this room are incredible. It’s a high-ceilinged room, and the sound just fills it. I can feel a shift in my awareness, as it it’s expanding to fill the room as well.

      29.4.18
      Categories
      non-lucid
    10. Apocalypse LOL

      by , 04-28-2018 at 10:39 PM (The Fourth Factor)
      In the dream, I’m watching a film. I think I was watching it on a screen at first, but in the part I can remember well, I’m just standing on scene, watching as events unfold—or, rather, fail to unfold, as this seems to be the kind of film where nothing much happens.

      The main (and only present) character, a man, is in a kind of apartment with a desk or a dresser that he’s sitting at. There are no walls: I can see directly into the strange landscape beyond, where the horizon is dominated by mountain peaks, including two volcanoes. The action is divided into distinct segments, with each one ending anticlimactically. In the last one, the man calls his girlfriend on his cellphone, but nobody picks up. This seems to illustrate the unremitting futility of life—or at least you’d think it does, based on the dramatic treatment it gets.

      But once that comes to an end, all sorts of odd things start happening: a nearby pool of water starts to bubble, and one of the volcanoes erupts. I’m now in the backseat of a car with several other people, trying to get somewhere safe. But then the other volcano, which is straight ahead of us, also begins to erupt, the bright magma spilling over the rim. The woman who’s driving comments on it. I tell her she’s got the name wrong—she’s thinking of the other volcano. The one ahead of us is Vesuvius. And then I start laughing because of course what matters in this situation is making sure we get the name of the volcano that kills us right.

      I’m also laughing because I’m fully aware of how ridiculous this geography is. I know none of this is real, and that makes it hilarious. As if in acknowledgement, all kinds of odd and impossible things are appearing out of nowhere around us, even as I watch. A gigantic man wearing a striped shirt materializes off to our left, over a large body of water. He steps from island to island, striding in the same direction our car is going. I’m still laughing too hard to speak, and so it’s someone else in the car who says it: “I found Waldo.” They also seem to find the whole thing funny.

      28.4.18
      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    11. boring dreams.

      by , 09-13-2017 at 03:46 AM (MoSh's DJ: The Best Dream Journal in The Universe.)
      Trying to get recall up so here goes.

      Work dreams and house

      Could have been all one dream but broken up. First I am opening a mail box with a bunch of packages inside. I am bringing them into my house. Second I am trying to watch a movie but my dad keeps shutting it off. People from work are there A(male) and E(female) we are talking about the movie but they don't seem interested.

      Next I am walking my dog on a street in chilliwack near sunset. I go down a familiar street but there is a park nearby that wasn't there. Instead f continuing on like a suburban street it turns into a downtown section with a large McDonald's. Somehow I am back at my house telling my dad that I should have worked at the mcdonald's I just found because it seems to be under a different franchise owner.
      Tags: asuka, movie
      Categories
      non-lucid
    12. January 17-23, 2014 (L)x5 | Charizard TF, Aperture Science, Top Gear

      by , 07-11-2017 at 03:36 AM (Fantastical Adventures)
      1/17/14 | Charizard TF
      I was watching my older sister draw some sackgirl with a super long electric tail. Next, I was in my room on a Sunday morning. [TF Start] Two bony structures grew from the back of my head as I observed them. Later, wings formed as my skin turned orange and my clothes ripped off. My legs started to resemble those of a Charizard. This was about as far as the TF progressed, because I didn’t remember what the full anatomy of a Charizard was at the time.

      1/20/14 (L)x3 L2(x3) | Aperture | DILDx3
      1,2,3 – forgotten.
      4—Starting with playing Portal-style game. I could take two paths, one into another chamber, another going outside. I got outside by momentum. later, I had to wear a certain type of glasses so I would remain undetected when I went back into the building to retrieve stuff. Later, someone killed GLaDOS.
      Time: 15-60 seconds

      1/22/14 (L)x2 L1- L1 | Evil Cop, Walmart, Driving, Shoelaces | DEILDx2
      -1,2-Forgotten.
      -3-Some evil cop guy was trying to follow me and arrest me for nothing, so I ran as fast as I could (hey, I could properly this time) into the woods. I ran at top speed for about 60 seconds before I emerged on the other side, to the left of a Walmart. The police guy showed up in the car again. Upon seeing him, I quickly hid behind what should have been a freeway divider. When he gave up and left, I entered a room inside Walmart with a Pavlov ASR to protect a group of people on a staircase.
      [New Scene]
      I was learning how to drive. Everything was messed up and against me, so it was incredibly difficult to even stay on the road period. Next, I looped back to the beginning; this time in third-person. The speedometer reading showed values that were 180°b of what they should have been.
      [New Scene]
      I was in a very very short race on roller skates down that same road. Strangely, 90% of the racers crashed into each other and ended up 8ft off the ground, all hanging from their shoelaces.

      -I won a launch PS3 from a youtuber. Interestingly, I was replaying TP on it.
      Time: 10-40 seconds

      1/23/14 (L) L1+ DILD | Top Gear, Movie, Bomb
      -1-First, Top Gear was on. They were in a special, and Hammond said something along the of “James, what are you doing?” Later, narrator Clarkson said something like, “We looked at the values and first decided to travel 44°N and 75°W. However, this location was over 9,000 miles away, so we figured it was an elevation marker. I was lucid for a few moments.
      -2-Dad and I watched inaccurate 2x speed replays of me walking about my grandparents' house. A few seconds in, it transitioned into a movie. Some guys brought explosives to blow up a floating building. While the 3 mean were escaping, <cliché>one of them stopped to stare at the bombs for 2-3 seconds. </cliché>
      Time: 10-30 seconds

      Updated 07-11-2017 at 03:38 AM by 67050

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid
    13. September 16, 2013 - Snow, Street, Candy

      by , 06-19-2017 at 02:56 AM (Fantastical Adventures)
      (L)x3
      -1-First lucid, I was on my bed, in a FA.
      -2-Next dream, I was in my bed with snow all around outside, looking at the street light. All around, there was snow on a street with many buildings and stuff.
      -3-Third lucid, I had another false awakening, but I calmly opened the window, and walked out onto the same street with snow and saw my bed from the previous false awakening. In the distance, there were buildings on the street corner and more all around. There were also these shelves that hold food you would usually find in a shop. Then, I was playing on an emulator playing Kirby Air Ride and listening to its music. Next, I watched a short disaster movie. I said, “I wish this movie was real; it’s so good!” since I was still lucid. One scene was on a staircase another was watching a structure fall with awesome effects. Next, I was outside next to one of the shelves with a random person that gave me a candy-like food that was going to help me shapeshift. I ate it. (it tasted like a normal candy) Next, I was standing on an empty freeway with a blue car driving towards me. I got out of the way. For the next car, I grew six arms and held them all in front of me for when the car hit me. When it did, I turned my feet to hands and gripped the road, but I didn’t have any traction. Next there were chairs with red and blue covers on the snow street. I don’t remember much other than jumping out a high window twice and constantly trying to shapeshift.
      Time: 5min10sec--10min40sec
    14. I am a Boy Actor in a World War II Movie

      by , 01-23-2017 at 07:23 AM
      Morning of January 23, 2017. Monday.



      I become aware of activities I must do for a movie being made that is about a wealthy German family (in Germany and on Germany’s side when the war starts) during World War II (about as far from my real-life associations as possible). I am a boy actor, probably around ten years of age.

      One part of the set is reminiscent of the Loomis Street house, another somewhat suggestive of the southwest Cubitis bedroom. Still another part (in the last segment) seems somewhat like the kitchen of our present home. I have no coherent familiarity with my real-life status other than during the last part of the waking events.

      There is a scene where I have to walk from one area in the house, go outside, and then go back into the house into a different room and look in a mirror (though the mirror curiously seems to be on an outside wall of the house that faces the backyard). I am aware that I only have a white shirt on. This does not bother me at all because I assume that all the scenes presently being filmed are from the waist up. I am satisfied with my appearance at this point.

      At another point, I absentmindedly enter the room that is somewhat like the southwest Cubitis bedroom. An unknown female is there and sitting on the side of a bed, apparently on a cigarette break. On the left side of her face are parallel indentations, almost like the map of where a few stream beds converge (my actual thought within my dream in this scene). She wants to be alone at this time.

      There is a scene where a fictional relative is going into the military at the start of the war. I am standing outside (seemingly at the south side of the Loomis Street house) between at least two adults (and clearly aware of my smaller, shorter body and status as a child actor), an unfamiliar female on my right and at least one unfamiliar male on my left. The camera is on us (filming from east of us). I feel “perfect” as I turn my head slowly to the right, to briefly acknowledge a crow in the sky behind me (which is flying north), making sure part of my left profile is filmed (for at least a second or two) and that the angle of my face at each point is “perfect”. I focus with clear intent to keep my stoic expression “perfect”.

      Eventually, my dream starts to lose cohesion and I am slowly more aware of at least some of my real-life history. Still, I am writing a letter to inform my sister Marilyn (deceased) that I am going to be in a Hollywood movie, indicating some of the details.

      In the last segment, I look in a mirror again. My face is becoming more and more unusual, almost like the classic Frankenstein monster. I have patches of green skin on the left side of my face. It is very wrinkled in that one area, though the wrinkles are in long straight vertical lines. There are what appear to be stone-like features peaking out from parts of my forehead and cheeks. The “stones” are of various colors and textures but are likely meant to be some sort of oversized acne.

      Eventually, I realize my left eye is bulging and I touch it to see that it is like a small plastic dome that is slightly cracked more to the left. (Oddly, I can still see clearly from it within my dream even though it is almost sealed shut.) This is because a crack in my left cheek had reached its perimeter.



      Losing teeth dreams have nothing on this level of dream-self cessation (which otherwise usually have no “interpretation”).


      Tags: crow, movie, war
      Categories
      non-lucid
    15. [15-10-2016] #1st competition entry

      by , 10-15-2016 at 08:51 AM (Snehk's Dreamlands)
      First dream

      I was in a party. It was a huge party in some great party complex. There was dancehall, bar and even a cinema. I was there with classmates, we were sitting by a bar and drinking vodka. People around were having fun, but some didn't. I also had fun. We finished drinking and looked around - all people went to cinema. We went there too and took our seats, but I couldn't see a thing from mine so I changed it. There were some girls sitting behind us, they allowed us to take these seats if we won't disturb them. The movie started, it was about a man who used a ray to make his children gigantic. One of classmates said that I left my vodka by a bar and laughed.

      Second dream

      I was in my house, browsing the web with my phone. I was downloading something - a game engine. It weighted only 7.1 MB. Then two of my sisters appeared and jumped on me, then started hugging me. The engine downloaded when they were finished. I hid my phone and went to kitchen. Looking at the table I saw a few rows of glasses with pickles. On the hallway there were parents and sister talking with one girl from my class.

      Third dream

      It was in some city, a sunny summer day. I was wandering on a sidewalk when some people rapidly run out of nearby house. Some people with machine guns chased them. They wanted to kill them and tried to kill me too as I was a witness. They took cars and escaped. I took a nearby sports car and drove with them. They stopped at some mansion of a man that controlled half the city. They went there to ask for help on eliminating them. I went with these people and said them that they should just shoot them. But they didn't listened, they went to that crazy man and he said that if they want help, each of them should entertain him. He gave a tall blonde girl a mug and told her to fill it with cereals. She did it and then he ordered her to eat it. I left them, meeting another dude from the group on the way. I told him about what happened and he said that he waits for his turn. I ran out of the building and got into my car. I took off saying that I'm just gonna shoot them. There were some Muslims talking in the radio, they were talking about their homeland. I just drove, hitting a few cars with high speed on the way. Then I drove to that building. There was group of women, one of them seemed both attractive and really close to me. I knocked to door and men with guns opened. I disarmed one of them and got inside. But instead of shooting them all, I gave them an offer. I thrown some really shiny crystals in the ground and told them that it's beginning of my business, which will repay to them in mere weeks if they'd invest in it. I gave them bank account number and left.
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