Morning of June 2, 2016. Thursday. This dream, in the final segments, was the usual “coming down” waking metaphor which has occurred in the majority of my dreams (tens of thousands) and of course merely represents the biological waking mechanism. The setting for the most part seems to be, very atypically, the lunchroom and auditorium area of my middle school as well as the north section (which has rarely featured in my dreams even when I was going to school there). There is an unusual plot relating to finding an “ancient” technology related to space travel and a setup for launching a rocket (which actually appears of 1960s NASA design at one point though the new 2015 NASA logo appears at another point). However, it may also imply that I am in the distant future in some sort of science-fiction scenario. A group of people set up the launchpad on the stage with the “cannon” of this unusual device facing partly upwards but towards the audience area. I feel a bit strange seeing what these (unknown) people are doing. The whole setup looks like some sort of odd composite of wrongly arranged rocket launch features, parts of a bed (obvious dream sign) and a cannon. Three unclothed males (another dream sign) are inside this large device that takes up most of the stage. The front-most setup actually looks like a male wrapped up in a blanket and a mattress around him (again, a rather amusing and “overly” obvious dream sign although I reach not an iota of lucidity). The two other males are each protruding from the side as if representing wing function. I try to tell the authorities and spectators that this is not necessary and that the rocket will launch without risking the lives of the three men. No one really listens to me and the device is soon set off in a cannon-like event. The rocket rises into the sky without incident, getting higher and higher, and everyone seems cheerful and amazed. I watch and it seems somewhat “realistic”. Soon though, the rocket does not have the required escape velocity - which is equivalent to the square root of 2GM divided by r, though this concept is intriguingly skewed in my dream. Instead, in fact, the rocket crashes into the invisible seemingly solid dome-like interior of the Earth’s atmosphere, which does not seem that high (in comparison to where the first change of the layer would be). People are startled and it reminds me much of the Challenger space shuttle disaster, with trails of smoke arcing out and down. After this, the scenario changes slightly. It almost seems as if I am now at a nude beach though where most are half-dressed (distorted dream sign), though still implied to be the same overall setting. At one point some schoolmates and I (all fully dressed) find the front of the skull of one of the would-be astronauts on the sidewalk near the north entrance. However, I then see it is a “Stars Wars” stormtrooper mask but still try to determine if it is actual human remains. I also very briefly and very vaguely get an eerie reference to Howard the Duck’s face (flight symbol) - not the utterly awful movie rendering, but the original Marvel art. Soon, I go up to a row of three robotic but skeletal figures which are arranged on a slightly elevated platform and that apparently represent the remains of the would-be astronauts - though it may also be that they will be using these figures on another launch attempt. Looking at one figure for reference, I fit the “skull front” onto a figure that does not yet have it. The “mask” fits onto a feature where the implied eyes on the “robot” come out on stalks and it is almost like a snap-together model at this point and it easily fits on with four connections (eyes, nose, and mouth extensions on the stage feature). One boy tells me that this is not correct and I firmly tell him that it is the same as the other (which it is). From here, I notice Zsuzsanna in the crowd, half-dressed. I decide to become intimate with her even though there is a very dense crowd at this point, and slowly wake from here. Although a stage represents the dream state and its nature I am inclined here to reflect that it probably also is a play on “waking stage” since this is the setting from where the “coming down” metaphor is utilized. The “unreal” nature of the “remains” is the typical preconscious transition as in countless similar dreams. A rocket represents rising in dream state awareness, which “fails” when the waking state reaches past the halfway mark (or the event horizon of the waking threshold). I have experienced this in thousands of various (but similar) ways since earliest childhood. The first dream sign in this one was about as obvious as possible to the point of being hilarious (yet I still did not catch it within my dream), that is, being launched by a device with bed-like features including three rolled-up mattresses.
So the other day i had this dream that i was somehow working for NASA everything was so vivid and cool they told me in russian (i know its weird, i don't even speak russian) to go on top of the shuttle that it was preparing for launch as i was getting to the top many people were coming down like they were scared or something i did not care as i was on the top there were 5 people all getting ready with normal clothes not astronaut suits and were telling me to get ready for take off and get a good grip as he said it my face was something like this was i going to space like this? To my surprise the shuttle taked off without a countdown or anything everybody was excited me too of course. So this "shuttle" got pretty high and it turned into an air balloon i was feeling so happy becouse its kind of a dream of mine to get on one of these. Everybody was excited (There were like 2 guys and 2 girls and me) as we were having the time of our lives flying through countries for such a short time we flew through this poolparty were i saw a friend of mine i told them to go low and i bumped him on the head and looked at him with a smile he just told me " I will call ya tomorrow". We were going very low and we could not make it go up as it did not have the gas thingie to make it fly higher so we made some effort to make it levitate higher but nothing. We stopped for a second when a woman scientist came and upgrade it to an Air Balloon Minivan... weird as fuck so i thought it was a dream and tried to read something but there wasn't anything. So we got on the Air balloon minivan and i was the "pilot" or "driver" idk. To make it fly i had to flap my arm's like a bird and it would go up i was on the bottom of the minivan and i could pop my head through the seat to take a look at everybody as we were flying it felt awesome. We flew through this beach and saw my parents they did not seemed excited to see me on a Hot air balloon minivan i was like " Bye " and they did not say anything so i got into the van through the seat and took their laptop that i am currently writing on. When i go out i saw that they were not there so i thought what the hell NOTE: I knew it was a dream but i was too happy to make an RC becouse i did not wanted it to end as my other attempts. While going through the air someone got out of the van then everybody fallowed him i wanted to see where they were going and it was somekind of a mall i thought "Does this mall have a name?... lets see!". as i was searching for the name of the mall incripted above the front doors it was only some white smudge so i became semi lucid it was a nice feeling but immediatly i was on another beach and everybody was eating something when one of my "coleagues" said "DO IT AGAIN" and so i started flapping my arms and got higher i was getting used to it so everybody looked at my ease and applauded me and cheered from the excitetment i woke up. I need to say that it was one of the most fun dreams i had in a while
I had a few dreams last night and thought I would post them. I think they make up in quantity what they lack in quality. 1. I am at a NASA building. I am touring the place with several students, listening to lectures. A blonde guy in front me jokes about how he made out with a boy who was a goth kid. I remember thinking that he definitely wasn't as straight as he claimed to be. 2. I am at a Best Buy party. Food was ordered in. Each employee had to pay two dollars to eat, so I go to a cash register and take out change for a ten. My dad showed up, and we all sit at a large round table to eat. My Dad talks politics with my manager - Andrea. He asks who would go to war with the Middle East first : Europe or America? I say Europe because of the close proximity they have with each other. For some reason I had no recollection of our current war. I was thinking of the game Risk...My dad finishes his food early and leaves. Afterward Andrea comes to me and asks if I minded if she took pictures for our family. She knew we were having problems with my dads side of the family, with my stepbrother and half-sister. I thought that was nice of her and agreed. Later my dad tells me we couldn't take the pictures because my stepbrother died of developmental problems. 3. Summer had some sort of eye surgery that went wrong, removed her cornea, and left her blind. I was the one taking care of her. I lift her up and tell her that this is how things will have to be until the end. Her mom and James are with us. James is laying down on the ground and Summer gets annoyed with him and stands up trying to stomp on his arm. 4. I am at Bahama Breeze sitting on the deck outside. The new employees are being coached by Tabatha. I overhear a couple of the employees discussing how payouts and tips are handled at the end of a shift. I walk outside and the area around the restaurant looks like a desert. The sand is a mixing pattern of hot pink and yellow. A black thunderstorm starts brewing in the distance. I see my old friend Shay about 20 yards away. I become lucid. Everything immediately becomes ten times more accurate in clarity. I can feel the strong breeze coming from the direction of the thunderstorm. There are weird cactus-like shrubs scattered about that are about 6 feet tall. I look at Shay again, and behind her (probably a mile away) a huge tornado had formed. She waves at me, "This way Nick! Come with me!" I am a little hesitant because of the tornado, but I know it's a dream so I run toward her anyway. The moment I reach where she is standing though, she disappears. Then I begin to float away. I can feel all the wind around me still. I decide to let my dream carry me where it wants. I float over the desert. It becomes night and I am dropped in an alley next to a building. Above the front doors I see a lit circular sign that reads "Pink Panther". Before I can take any further steps the dream ends.
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I find myself in the school(DS :headdesk: ) auditorium. We're doing absolutely nothing. We're all sitting here like a bunch of retards. Suddenly, the song "Brain Stew" by Green Day comes on. I sake my head and smile. I love this song. Isaiah, whom I'm sitting next to is pleased to hear a Green Day song as well. Now, after each two power chord strum, everyone claps. I'm really starting to enjoy this. Now, we reach an explicit line of the song. Oddly, it isn't censored. "Fucked up and spun out in my room." That was the lyric. Not to mention it pops up twice in the song. Now, we all go back to our homerooms(DS). I sit down, and for some reason, all of my clothes vaporize! Holy shit! I'm...I'm...I the nude... I run over into the next room, knowing that it's not in use. I put some papers over my crotchal area. Phew. Now, Mr. McBee(DS) comes in. Hey! What the fuck man?! Can't I have a little privacy. Now, Mr. McBee wants me to go to the office. You've gotta fucking mental if you think I'm walking to the office like this! So, he goes up to the office to get their clothing supply for me. He comes back, and he said all they had was girls' clothing. :guntohead: Mr. McBee(DS) now decides to make up a fake story. I'm an exchanged student from a foreign school who'll be here the rest of today. He shows me everything I need to wear, which includes a girl wig. The rest was a Japanese school girl sailor suit. I'm surprisingly convincing. But it's still extremely weird that I'm cross dressing. Now we all head outside to the school(DS) yard. We see some professionals from NASA have shown up. They've set out scale models of experiments they're working. They've discovered most of the planets in the galaxy now. Amazing! They've organized them all. Volcano planets, deserted planets, etc. Interesting. Now, some asshole kid fucks with one of the scale models. He gets into big trouble. Now we decide to have a football game. I see Mr. Brown(DS) deciding on the players. I see Red gets accepted, and so do I. Now, as I run into the field, my disguise flies off, and I awake.
Morning of December 14, 1979. Friday. I perceive myself as being someone else; an unknown male of about forty. I seem to be planning where soldiers will go by using a large map that covers a table, and I point out locations as other males stand around watching. The country that the war is against is unknown, but is possibly China (though it may also be somewhere in Africa, though that seems illogical in conscious afterthought). Over time, it becomes obvious that I have made a mistake, in that a large yellow butterfly has landed on the map, by which I am then incorrectly designating features of the butterfly’s wings as being rivers, rivulets, and locations of possible villages. The people observing and listening to my instructions do not seem that concerned or amused, but I notice a few walking away. The butterfly has landed so that its head is over a delta and its superimposition also creates the illusion that its bottom half is over the ocean or other body of water. At one point, I am trying to work out where the perimeter of the butterfly ends and the map details begin. When I look up, many people have gone to a different table, where at least three unfamiliar males, possibly astronauts in blue coveralls, are looking at a larger map on a table, one male pointing at it with a pointing stick. (This scene was directly influenced by a View-Master “Project Apollo” frame, which I gazed at many times as a boy.) I am somewhat puzzled. The butterfly has made my presentation problematic but now I am vaguely unsure if the meeting was about going to war, or returning to Earth. Somehow, “returning to Earth” does not seem quite right as it would entail that we are not on Earth presently (though this is not certain either). Explanation: Over twenty percent of my dreams since early childhood have rendered return-to-consciousness symbolism as related to flight, though always unique, with positive, negative, or neutral imagery which often seems unrelated to waking life (though is sometimes validated as prescience). This is obviously based on subliminally anticipated hypnopompic effects, mainly including the feeling of falling (which is spontaneous and biological, without the pretense of “interpretation”). The concept of war in this case is related to the “struggle” of the fictional dream self, the transient identity and neural patterns changing via the dynamics of emergent consciousness and beginning wakefulness, which is sometimes represented by the color yellow (though red when I have been sleeping too long). It is also seen as a “journey”. In this case, it is even more obvious by the questioning of whether we are on Earth. Technically, we are not, as it is the dream state and I am not walking around on the real Earth. There are some curious layers here including “delta” as an association with sleep as well as ocean waves, a play on “delta waves” (relating to deeper sleep rather than REM). It is also associated with the song “Delta Dawn” (sunrise). Water is my most common association with being in the dream state (and its sound has been used in virtually endless commercial relaxation recordings to bring about sleep). The butterfly creates an illusion of “returning to land”, which is akin to returning to the real world from the dream state (as thousands of my dreams have been proven to contain this same type of waking symbolism, though always unique).
Morning of May 6, 1973. Sunday. I have had a few dreams (early to mid-1970s) of a miniature but “real” Cape Kennedy / Cape Canaveral being set up in my bedroom, living room, or side-yard to the south. In one, outside, seemingly in late morning in Cubitis, I knock the rocket over that was about to launch (it was about three-quarters my size) and watched the “chaos” below with no regret. Still, even though I am supposedly a “giant” in their eyes, everything else (including the houses) was of correct size and to my scale, though there were also some “miniature trees” in my immediate area, only up to about my ankles or so. It was the area between my house and the neighbor to the south, but oriented more towards my front yard. It seemed very realistic (I was semi-lucid any very aware of the details), and it vaguely reminded me of the “Thunderbirds” television show (although the “real miniatures” were much smaller in my dream and there were larger ant-like signs of people and activity).
Morning of May 5, 1973. Saturday. In my dream, I have access to a blue-gray spacecraft that is primarily egg-shaped, and I seem to become a part of the apparent NASA setup after being a “giant” in an earlier scene that was in my Cubitis living room (though I do not recall shrinking or much of the backstory). The events all seem to be taking place at night. The spacecraft is called “CAT 58-A”. It eventually seems that Cat 58-A is my rocket-ship though I do not actually fly in it at any point though I do sit inside it a few times as well as walk around the outside of it at the supposed NASA testing site. The site has semitrailer trucks and what looks like power transformers.
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