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23rd January 2021

Multiple sequences from one dream:

Very trippy bit just before waking up.

Before that, I am at a building. A utilities company or office building. I am waiting to be seen or talk to someone. There had been a mistake of some kind on a bill, so I got 60 off as a voucher, but the company was cheeky and raised the price anyway in the end, resulting in only 10 off in total.

In a larger room, with open plan connections and several large windows, I speak to a woman at a desk. I basically ask her if I can't speak to someone here about retentions; I want to get a better deal. She says no.

There's a spray bottle on a table, it has a transparent green-blue liquid and the label has a number on it? I start typing it on my phone's dialler, it takes me a while, it's a long number? Things start to get trippy at this point.

For each set of three numbers, there's something that looks like skin showing up on my phone? This image, which is more real than just image, pans from side to side as I go through each set.

An eye appears in each equivalent bit for each set I complete.

(recall starts becoming vague, two separate sequences blending)

Final bit of some sequence, I'm inside a mouth with multiple openings, about seven I think. There's enough standing room and a bit of headroom but not much. The multiple openings open and shut periodically, I think. Sunlight comes through, there's a beautiful blue sky outside. I'm adding missing features to the mouth, like teeth and I reach or am outside to add some sort of ceramic scales to the outer part. It's all a bit jumbled, can only say it was a bit too trippy to recall accurately.

Mixing. I'm going to Romania by someone's request. He was organising some kind of "save the world" thing? I remember going about with a group of people, night time but bright?

(recall gap)

Using a double barrel shotgun of some kind, it doesn't feel as good to use as I'd hoped. It has a locked firing mode that fires each barrel in sequence with a set delay if I press the trigger once. I expected it to fire one of the two barrels only per trigger press. I fight some soldiers with berets. Something reminds me or looks like Promethea.

At one point I remember being in a bedroom of some sort. Open sky, no ceiling and not all walls are here. I feel I am stealing or intruding, but it doesn't stop me. I find a box full of mini-discs and floppy disks.

Dream:

(from falling asleep again in the morning)

At one point I'm in my native country. I'm with old schoolmates, like JC, R and some others. It's a very hilly town we're in. There are loads of people about, there's some kind of event going on?

Then, I find myself in a shop, deviating from where the group was going, I remember expecting I'd be able to catch up. Some kind of real-time advert is taking place here and it's for olive oil of all things. It almost feels Japanese, the advert. But the olive oil and the general look of the shop make me realise and conclude that I must be in my native country. Pre-lucid thoughts.

I see coins in the register being handled, they are not Euros, but they are instead an altered version of the currency my native country had prior to the Euro. I don't question things further despite finding this odd, accepting the context even with some lingering amazement at all this.

More walking around the hilly town. Eventually, I'm inside a big building. A theatre or a mix of one and a church or something. Someone mentions pipe organs. I think to myself that if I was wealthy I would buy some to make a car's adornments with.

I climb some stairs, I'm with someone up in a gallery. We're talking to another person, but they don't feel like a person? Looks like an old man though. He's some kind of curator and he mentions manipulating pupils (like university students). Me and the other person conspire with eye glances to each other that we're about to kill this old man, who we find to be immoral and tyrannical. When he turns over and is facing a part that has no railing, we both strike him with a large object at the same time, like chairs maybe.

The old man falls down, one or two stories. We presume him dead and see some witnesses downstairs are approaching to look and we go down via the stairs. We approach the supposed corpse; he still lives and surprises us with an attack and we become locked in a battle with the old man. The dream becomes a bit supernatural or trippy.

The fight follows down a hall that turns into a desert canyon, just before the dream ends.

I was at work in our break room, and decided to put my head down and take a nap. I didn't really sleep and remained conscious the whole time, but I did start hallucinating. I saw a comic book (I was reading some before this) and tried to focus hard on the numbers and words that appeared in the speech balloons of the characters. A few days ago, I considered playing the lottery with whatever numbers I could extract from my dreams. The numbers changed as I looked at them. Sometimes the text was utterly illegible and it took effort to make them 'take shape'. Other times the things the characters were saying (words in the speech balloons) didn't many any sense at all. Like the ramblings of the 'hybrids' from Battlestar Galactica.

I had quite a few dreams, all were in a dark and cold environment.

First I had a quite abstract and hazy dream about counting the numbers 1-9. Each time a number was counted I would be rocketed higher inside a cavernous underground quest. Then my parents were there doing something. And something about a cat too :3

2nd in a poky kitchen, a hippyish woman with lank blond hair was kindly asking if I wanted something she had made. I was unsure about her due to her close proximity, fitting the thing around my neck and face. Also I was unsure as to whether she was giving it to me or trying to get me to buy it. It was made of a star, a cylinder shape and a babies bottle filled with flavoured water. The liquid smelt nice and comforting, I imagined it had cinnamon in it. After she had been talking for a while I noticed she had bags in cupboards and around filled with these products. I felt sorry for her that she had not managed to get rid of any.

I moved away into a corridor adjoining the kitchen. I needed to pee but found I was now a woman with dark almost shoulder length straight hair. I went into one of the cubicles but felt I was being watched so I came out. There was a guy, a stranger, standing just outside the bathrooms. When I went out he went to grab and kiss me, I did not respond as this felt all wrong, I wasn't a woman.
Next we were outside, and he was hiding me as he lay with lots of other soldiers on a pile of sandy earth. He was however unable to hide me and I was pulled up by whoever was in charge when a load of uniform men with guns turned up.
They were wearing uniform that looked like dark grey or black, world war two with rifles.
I was pushed over to a wall where I slumped and was shot at. I had clearly been shot a few times, as there was a load of blood that had splattered.

note: I never know whether to categorise these as nightmare as I don't remember a lot of fear but I know before I have just not recalled the strong emotion. So I just put it down as that as there was a lot of emotional turmoil in the last dream section.

Date of Dream: WED 19 JUL - 2017



Dream No. 156 - Owner Of The Mall

At the start of the dream, I remember telling Mr. Hickey and a whole group of Killester girls that I owned this shopping centre. I then went off by myself to look in this store that looked like Dangerfield but wasn't exactly. As I progressed through the shop, the layout of things started becoming more unusual and almost distorted. In the main part of the mall, I eventually found my family who were doing their own shopping and I also told them I own the centre. I ended up taking them on a tour around some of the shops. I ended up in the food court and noticed that an ice-cream place wasn't doing so well in business performance, so I asked the worker man there what was going on.

I was then in David Jones and was looking at shoes, sighting a pair that cost around $600. There was a label at the bottom of the shoes though which said that the price was now $139.87. Still, those shoes were too expensive and so I didn't buy them... But then I also wanted them. I went into Kmart and found the exact same shoes for $3.33, the shoe sizes were 107, 109, 110, 112 and 114. I first tried 114 but they didn't fit my feet and then I found out the right shoe for me had a size 112.45 printed on the label. That's all I can remember about this dream.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None

If you think vacations were bad, try having a cold AND being on vacation. Despite all this, I became lucid.
-I became lucid inside my bedroom and started my routine. However, I got distracted by numbers in the background. How lame.
Time: 30-40 seconds

-2-In Minecraft, I killed somebody disguised as a skeleton. (Disguise was irrelevant.) After I killed him with one heart left, I took off south because I remembered he would respawn nearby. On my way, I instamined a dirt tunnel, passed a partially-walled base, and got hit by skeleton guards.

The walls around these outdoorsy bases used pistons as decorative blocks on the top--it looked okay.

When I stopped running away, I told the guy about my bunch of enchanted golden apples(32), which left him speechless.

When this particular dream started,my sister and I were on our way to McDonalds. She drove,but stopped the car a block or so from the restaurant and we had to walk the rest of the way. The reason we had to walk was because she needed to make a stop first. We're walking on the sidewalk and we pass this burgundy Chrysler that's sitting there. The guy in the driver's seat has dark hair and a gray jacket on. She says something to him and he hands her two thin cards. One is her driver's license. She flips it over and on the back of the other card is a number. I didn't get a good look at all the numbers,but I believe the last four were 8072.

We get to McDonalds and she walks up to the counter to order. I'm standing back,waiting my turn. Behind me,some older man with gray hair and glasses,wearing a white short sleeved shirt is talking. He makes some kind of snarky comment about how she's taking too long,like some old woman. I see her at the counter and she is fumbling with her purse,trying to get everything back in it like she usually does. The guy behind me was saying all this to two other guys who were standing next to me. These two men were dressed like he was,but looked older than the first man. More to the point,they appeared to be twins. The only difference being in their personal grooming and appearance. One had short gray hair and gray glasses. The other had long stringy black hair,uncombed and not well cared for by the look of it. This fellow also seemed to be a tad...slow,I guess is a nice way of putting it.

The guy behind me asks me what I was doing there. I said to him that I had the misfortune of being with her,meaning my sister. I start to walk where she is,but the guy grabs me from behind. Not forcefully,more in a friendly,good natured way. He tells me I don't have to go with her. Then he asks me if I want some doughnuts. I said no thanks. He grabs me again in a weak half-nelson move and pulls my arms back down,pretending to have me power out of the hold.

Morning of June 15, 2015. Monday.



This dream starts out with a fairly clear and detailed scenario (like one of yesterday’s dreams) yet does really not make any sense - and also, like my other dream, I am not directly involved at any point.

There is a group of people who are trying to escape from another group of people, possibly the main people behind a new infrastructure who want to eliminate certain descendents in certain families. There are mostly dark-haired males who are the targets. Some of them are hiding in a mostly empty wooden building (I assume one storey). There is one person who has been chosen to retrieve and remember vital information, in the form of numbers, from newer people coming in to hide in the building (though which are apparently unlikely to survive due to the other people discovering their hideout), to eventually leave to report them to someone else. This does not have any logic to it at all, as the numbers relate to important data concerning human populations - a number for each town in a larger region it seems (and a total of about seven or eight numbers at least), yet it is only the partial value in decimal, for example 0.891426 or similar. The whole numbers (the most important, and in fact only relevant part) are missing, which of course renders the decimal part pointless unless someone can impossibly match the whole number with the decimal part. (Apparently, there is another group of people who have the whole number values). As it is, it still does not make any sense, as you cannot have a fractional person (thus the number would only be a whole number anyway).

At any rate, the person gathering the decimal values is able to get out as their enemies find the hideout and most of them are killed. From here, my dream fades or shifts into another situation and my dream-self has no knowledge of the outcome of the previously established scene. (This dream segment was likely based on seeing the “Arrow” episode “Left Behind” the night before - where they were trying to work out the significance of part of a list of numbers though which had different context for the most part.)

Unlike the previous situation, I am fully in-body and actually in my dream. I have to get somewhere, possibly for delivering information, or perhaps finding a location to select for residence (which seems more likely). Still, it is not that clear. What I do know is that there is the idea that the railroad tracks I will be walking parallel to for much of the way give off powerful electromagnetic radiation (which supposedly eventually kills a person or greatly shortens their life), which is something to do with how the trains run. (Supposedly it is safe to be on the trains, just not on the outside near the tracks). This also seems to relate to some sort of conspiracy where people are warning others due to the government not giving this information about the serious dangers.

Even so, I walk along late at night and hear and feel a strange buzzing, which seems to have an effect on my perception (very vivid, but not dawning lucidity). It is an isolated area without many land features. There is one train station (which is supposedly safe) though I keep walking, not feeling endangered, yet somehow aware of the radiation entering me.

In the beginning there was this spirit showing me how to create "measurements". It was an abstract concept so I'm not sure what he was wanting me to measure, but he was telling me about the number 8 and creating things in sections of 8's. I'm not sure what that means yet


The second part of the dream I was with a friend. We were walking down a neighborhood road, wearing these large wool type veils that also covered our faces, almost like a burka but it was made from something with more texture almost like fur. I don't know what the reason for it was

I added my dreams signs to a memory palace, so I can run through them as a reminder as needed. I have a hard time remembering them all for RC's, so I'm starting with water and trying to increase my awareness of it first.

1. Something about Sollux and thumbs.

Inspiration: I’m continuing my reread of Homestuck and talked to Sollux in the Alterniabound flash game, which made me remember how much I love him. Wish I remembered what the thumbs part was about, lol. Should have made a better trigger for it, because I think I remembered when I first woke up. But hey, it was 2:35 AM.

2. I’m at a store looking at a bunch of anime posters on a rack. I see some from a show I know, but they’re from a series/season I haven’t seen yet. I see one of Hibari and start digging it out. There’s someone else there and they’re helping me get it out of its wrapping so I can see its number.

There are multiple numbers so I end up just looking for the SKU number. I think it said ‘SKA’ but I knew it was the SKU number, so I wrote it down so I could look for the poster online or something.

It’s a bit fuzzy here, but ‘I’ say “Kamikorosenai~” (Don’t bite me to death~”) without the 'de' on the end in a plea for Hibari not to hurt me.

Inspiration: The numbers and letters had to come from my PAO system, which is funny, because I used that very system to remember the SKU part in my dream palace.

Note: Hibari is from the manga/anime Katekyo Hitman Reborn!. ‘Kamikorosu’ (“I’ll bite you to death.”) is his catchphrase. He’s a stickler for rules so maybe he thought I was stealing his poster. 8)

really disappointed that i haven't had very good recall lately. seems like i focused too wildly on being able to & thus lost the ability. just going to relax & enjoy reading/commenting for some others until it returns.

this one i remember from the other night.. i had to pee so bad. i was in a dark house somewhere.. filled with strange people (as most of my dreams lately go) & i was searching for a bathroom. i ended up downstairs in the basement of this strange dark house & found a small toilet room. i squatted over & peed for what felt like forever.. missing a lot & splashing everywhere. looked to the side of me for the paper to wipe & the small toilet room had turned into a real dingey looking public stall. large tp dispenser with the paper hanging out & draped all over the floor. i tore some off, cleaned up & walked out into an abandoned kitchen of a restaurant.

went through a large gray double door into a parlor/restaurant looking area.. very dingey & looked like it should have been condemned. all the same people i had been mingling with at the house prior were there & upon my return we walked out the front doors into bright hot sunlight. looks like a country western movie outside.. cool parlors lined the sandy roads & i had to pee again. ran off from my friends into a different parlor but inside was a modern looking school. nearly peeing my pants now, i find the restroom & run in.. all three stalls with walls were full, so i ran out & found a gym/locker room. there were toilets in the shower area, but no walls or curtains for privacy. everything had a pale blue "glow" in this toilet area.. i didnt even care if someone saw me, i ran the farthest toilet & starting going before i could get my panties out from under my skirt.. again squatting cause i will not sit on a public seat.. i could feel the burning in my thighs from all the squatting i had to do that day.. finished up & wandered back out into the sandy country western scene..

before i could even find my friends again i had to turn off into another parlor to pee but before i could find a toilet i woke up..

and as i sat up in bed & opened my eyes (i think i sat up before i was awake?) 3054 (i thought it "thirty, fifty-four") urgently popped into my mind.. i said outloud to myself "thirty, fifty-four?" .. quick looked at my clock almost expecting that to be the time but then after realizing thirty, fifty-four doesn't even make sense in military time, i shrugged it off & ran off to pee. lol. that whole day in my waking life i must have peed like 10 times.. weird.

Kim has a laptop, one that I was using for iTunes. An error occurs and a box appears. It's nothing but numbers. There is a space to type. Kim picks up my phone and looks up something. She tries to type it but it doesn't work. I tell her that the program is not meant for that. She gets mad, thinking that I just don't want her using my phone or the laptop.I tell her to think about it like a different language. The program only recognizes numbers. So typing letters won't work. She ignores me and keeps trying to type words. I tell her that she's using the wrong language. I then tell her to imagine a new language, one that we don't understand and it doesn't understand us. She says okay. I ask her what good would it do, talking to someone like that. They can't understand us and we can't understand them. And speaking our language, as if they should understand, does no good. Regardless of the speaking or typing, it simply won't work. She nods her head in understanding.

Such as6:15 7:26 11:11 1:11 2:12 7:17 etc in my dreams

I have continuously been trying to pull winning lottery numbers from a lucid dream. I can say that I came very close!
In my dream I was driving and there was a huge billboard that had the winning lottery numbers displayed on it. As soon as I drove past the billboard I remembered "oh yea, I'm dreaming- I should turn around and be sure to remember those numbers"
Only to find that when I turned around, the billboard was plain white and the dream would not show me the numbers again!
Oh well.. I'll keep trying

Dream recall from today's naps. For some reason forgetting to RC on waking up in dream...

I was in the some city area and there were buildings made of red brick, later i was at home and i went to sleep, i was then in some place called 'Scattered Land' which was a bunch of deserty floating islands, i woke up and there was some discussion with the family and then it was freezingly cold and i went back to sleep, this time there was the screen with a map that was ranking some heights or something like that, i recall there were numbers like 50,000,000 100,000,000 , 250,000,000 , 666,000,000% , 1,500,000,000 , 2,500,000,000 , then i woke up and it was still freezingly cold, i noticed weird comic about ponies on the drawer( i am not even into that IWL).

so, yesterday i decided to use a bracelet that i always wear as a kind of RC. i wrote some numbers on it figuring they wouldn't show up right in the dream. unfortunately it didn't quite work out - i think my mind has turned that particular number combination into a picture, therefore defeating the number test. i did, however, manage to bring the bracelet into two separate dreams (at least - all i could remember) and actually had a 'wait a moment' and did a RC with my bracelet (even if i did fail). plan on still using the bracelet, but imagining something else on it/reminder to do *other* RCs. also trying to be more aware in daily life. ADA. used to meditate a lot, so not that unfamiliar with the process, just out of practice. also, found myself naturally waking up ~4-4.5 hours after going to sleep - around 12/1230am. wasn't sure if that would be the case considering my wacky sleep pattern (i'm trying to force it to normalize yet again).