24th January 2021 Fragment: (at the end of a long segment about family) Uncle M mentions "Bucaccus"; it is apparently some kind of organ, gland or hormone? He apparently had many issues with it when he was my age and suggested I get it looked at. I remember previously in the dream I had been having some kind of tantrum, throwing things. I apologised to my uncle and someone else there, an old woman? Fragment: Waiting for a train in a subway station. I'm wearing one of those new and modern drawing gloves on my right hand. I'm writing some kind of story on the palm of that glove on my right hand. I don't make notice of the fact that I was using my left hand to do so. The train eventually arrives and I get in; then when I get out somewhere else, I find that my little story has rubbed off completely and is gone and I try to remember what I had written. Fragment: Looking at some profiles on an art site. One of these profiles has thirteen thousand people who are basically subscribed to it. Part of the page seems odd and the dominant layout colour is incorrect to what it should be in waking life, it's a deep blue in the dream. As I scroll down I find extra sections, like multiple featured text posts with commenting areas of their own. There's also some section labelled "high-profile banned/blacklisted users". I look through this section, which only has a dozen of usernames, and find that some usernames start similar to mine but mine isn't on the list, I feel some sort of relief? This person's profile has a lot of issues with spamming? Fragment: I'm in my old home, my room. I'm visiting. I am upset for some reason? And then there's some kind of hybrid species woman; she's part octopus and she's sad for some reason. Her mom is here too and has the same features, but her mom has a blue tinge and she has a pink-ish tinge. In any case, I try to comfort her, but she is resistant to any comfort I try to offer. I remember at one point we touch one another a bit, half sensually, half not, like a strange dance? I am curious about the tentacles and she lets me touch them. This implies some trust on her part, I feel. The suckers nip on my skin but much less harshly than I expected; I feel that she has control over this and has made it so as to not hurt me. Her mother says something about how she could just cut off her tentacles if she's that sad (comes across as half-serious/half-sarcastic) and that they'll grow back. Her mother warns her however, that it will take months to regrow them and that during sleep she'll be waking up to what feels like every five minutes and bleeding or something. I tell her that she should do no such thing. I feel the mother's suggestion was too serious and that it would cause so much more damage than good. Notes: - The last fragment feels strangely ironic considering how I am feeling right now about something. - The tentacles had ends that were more squid-like than octopus-like, come to think of it. - I think it's been a while now since I dreamt of any subways or trains. It had also been a while since I dreamt about a website, specifically an art one.
12/4/20 Joel is showing off Chiang Mai locations. There are fragments of food and countryside businesses as we hop around a map of Thailand. It is borderline cartoonish at times. Too many fragments. I was dreaming then suddenly walking into a bar/poolhall/game center which happened to be close to my house. I was excited and full of energy to be there. There are fun lights and awesome smells, the place is packed with people. I was moving quickly through the crowd just exploring the entire place. It felt like a new well financed business which had everything entertainment you could imagine. People my age were just hanging out drinking, playing games and the mood was elevated. I begin singing at the top of my lungs like chester with a couple other guys. It sounds good and we rock out while people walk around us just causally listening and bobbing their heads. At a certain point I find Nathan in there so we hang out some, I want a beer so we go to the bar in the center of the building. I don't remember arriving here so I ask the guy bartending like 3 times if this is really happening because I didn't think any of it was real. He laughs and assures me it's real, telling me I seem to be having a really good time. I felt like it was a dream the majority of the time. I walk with Nathan down the street to go smoke or something, he is staying at a house which is close by. It was like 12:50 when we left to go to the other house. When we finish we walk back and it is like 1:15 when we get there. All the lights are off and no one is there but the owners, they are still happy to have us in. They let us in and I am confused. It was so packed and now it is completely empty. They inform us they do close at 1 due to it being a new business and having so many people in one place at once. It was only the second day they had been open and it was incredibly successful. We all hang out with the owners for a while. It is a sweet business. Diner food, arcade games, karaoke, pool hall, and a fancy bar in the center to boot. I ran multiple laps while they were open. Kept finding myself in the upstairs 'employees only' area. The woman owner saw me up there once and didn't seem to mind, just casually pointing out which way I should go. Hang out with the owners talking about the business for a while, they are really cool and laid back. While talking I gather there are now two couples or at least another guy and girl with the couple who own the place. The girl owner is sleeping on a cot face down and the new girl who looks like the brunette from Raised by Wolves makes a comment about how her friend always sleeps in super late because she gave her extra NyQuil. While giving me a knowing look. I gather she has killed her quietly somehow and is aiming to take her place. (This is what happened in the show, no spoilers). There is another guy I don't really recognize, he has a shaved head and bright grey eyes, he is in on it as well. I don't understand why any of this is happening so I just quietly excuse myself. In talking to them as I am leaving I must have filled out an application to work there as it is on the counter of the bar. I consider taking it with me so I am not connected to this thing which is obviously about to blow up. But decide that may look suspicious so I leave it where it was. It's the next day and I am walking back again, I end up in a large complex which is a public space built to be a hangout spot. It is a large indoor dome structure with a water feature on top of a pile of boulders in the center. It is well landscaped and looks ritzy and well lit. Perfectly manicured little odd shapes of grass and perfectly fitted red brick paths all leading around the area. With concrete circular tables and benches scattered about. I walk around and find a food court area with music coming from it. It is decorated like a 30's style speakeasy, brass rails, wooden carved accents, large tan fans, black and white tiles, the works. Just past a Starbucks there is a stage with a guy and a girl playing instruments singing. I feel like I've heard the song before, it sounds like some kind of folk music, they look like people from my old church. This whole thing has a very Sunday afternoon vibe. There is a large crowd of teenagers sitting in the audience watching. Only half paying attention because, you know, teenagers. I try to walk around the back of the crowd to get out the side door but there is just a mass of people mostly girls all sitting asses to elbows blocking the walking path with their stools and tables. I walk around and in front of everyone to leave the building. Walking back down the strip mall it is the next morning and I am super tired. I realize I have been barefoot and look for a pair of my shoes in the mass of pairs of shoes that have been left in front of the poolhall. I find several pairs that look like mine but none of them fit. Before laying down the 'other' guy shows up out front. He has a concerned look on his face but he attempts to make smalltalk with me. He mentions working for a launch provider which is close to here and they have a couple satellites to launch in the next few days. I am not really interested and don't want to talk to him much longer. I have a bed/my big winter sleeping bag rolled out and I try to get some sleep on the sidewalk while people are walking/driving by. While falling asleep I see a group of three cops standing on the sidewalk down the way from me. I pretend not to notice them and begin to fall asleep in the dream. I wake up to a sort of middle aged hispanic woman getting my attention standing over me, I immediately tell her I was about to scuttle off, I am still fairly drowsy. But I notice she is a police officer, she asks if I am 'No-ha' I say yes and shake her hand from laying down. I ask her name and she says 'In-ki-ya' her friends call her. I already know exactly what all of this is about. But I play dumb and look around to notice there are now 6 or 7 police cruisers of various designs on the street now. I say 'Whooa, what's this all about?? I see a lot of cop cars, and one really messed up car' then I notice another car/van which looks like it has been completely stripped for parts, no doors or wheels or anything sitting in front of the shopping mall, (I have been sleeping in front of the pool hall where it all went down apparently). I put on my best clueless face/attitude not wanting to get involved. I gather she's not buying it and already suspicious of me. I am traveling to Doug's house with G, we've never visited him before so we're very excited. When we get there he is overwhelmed to see us. We are all hanging out around him in his living room. We're all nude and his hair is longer and comes down over his eyes. It's casual and I gather we're all kind of passively watching a ritual taking place in the corner of the room. It opens up into a rocky cave and in the distance I can see a burning monument of sorts. It kind of looks like a mini greek colosseum with life-sized figurines all holding hands around the border, like the Indian Circle of Friends sculpture. The flames are yellow and white but not consuming the structure. I understand what we are witnessing is very important and thousands of years old. Doug is talking about people he knows who have trouble understanding their own reality. I make a remark about 'how many people get to see a 5,000 year old ritual, in a cave, while nude?' it is comforting and reassuring to watch. We are now in an oversized tub, almost like a hot tub mixed with an overly large Victorian footed porcelain tub. We're all sitting around the edges. There is a squid like octopus swimming around. Everytime it touches me it latches onto my hand, the suckers kind of hurt and it doesn't want to let go.
Afternoon of May 22, 2018. Tuesday. I am hovering above a scene of Ursula (from the “Little Mermaid” movie, though she appears as a “real” person instead of a cartoon). She seems to have been enslaved to work in a factory (on land and owned by humans), which looks like it involves capping bottles in a circular system of levers and a rotating mechanism she is strapped within (as she rotates horizontally as well). Even though she seems to be at the mercy of whoever runs the factory, she laughs weirdly, “Huh huh HA ha…,” and seems cheerful, and continues to work. This short surreal dream was influenced by seeing a “robot fail” video with a robot hand failing at its task of picking up bottles. An additional influence was from the typical water induction (though no water body occurs here) as a fictitious sea denizen as an octopus woman, which also has an association with our youngest daughter’s sticker books and coloring books as such.
Morning of March 10, 2017. Friday. I am swimming under the ocean (and I can breathe underwater as in many previous dreams since early childhood). I am near the ocean bottom. The imagery is beautiful. A shark swims toward me but turns and swims to my left as we move past each other and I am not threatened or even acknowledged in any way. There are other fish, including sharks, here and there. I soon notice a submerged bus on the ocean floor. It appears to be empty but I decide to explore. Eventually, covering the bus, is what I assume to be long equidistant strands of some sort of seaweed, and yet oddly, it looks more like green Christmas tinsel garlands arranged vertically around the perimeter of the bus, each about a foot apart. They sway with the ocean current and actually seem to “reach out” at times. They establish a sense of joy though I remain puzzled about this seeming setting distortion. Curiously, my dream temporarily becomes a dream within a dream, of viewing sparkling Christmas ornaments and swaying garlands. I seem to circle intricately decorated Christmas trees and look deep within their branches and feel intense joy. Soon though, I am back under the ocean in the original setting. I swim into the bus through the open doors at the front right side. The driver’s seat is empty and it looks like the whole bus may be empty. I swim towards the back. I notice a human body (female) wrapped up in transparent plastic, in a middle seat on the right, wrapped with a cord around the middle. For a short time, a potential (flight symbol) waking prompt distorts the scene and the inside of the bus seems more like the inside of an airplane where men would line up on each side to be ready to parachute (and all the singular one-person seats face outwards now instead of towards the front of the bus). I try to focus more and the bus temporarily becomes a separating construct of giant ribs after an impression of thin white splitting plastic, pieces of the seats floating outwards and upwards. However, I am soon back in the original setting. I look at the girl’s face through the plastic. She is unfamiliar but alive. Her eyes glow brightly as she smiles. There is something I do with my mind that I do not recall ever doing before (which also occurred in another dream of this date). I think it has something to do with a dream of May 18, 2015 (“Unusual Bird”), except in that dream, I was watching the event happening to someone else from a distance. It has something to do with deliberately superimposing the essence of your face onto a dream character’s face (almost like forcing a three-dimensional “mirror” around the person’s head, yet internally and externally at the same time). There is an extraordinary sensation and skewed awareness that cannot be accurately described. (I also get a vague impression that this may be the supposed “new” entity or “contact” from a few other dreams.) For a moment, her head becomes that of a shark (though somewhat anthropomorphic as it looks directly outward from the otherwise vertical body), but changes back, seemingly implying a playful sense to demonstrate an ability to quickly change. I carry her out of the bus (though still with the plastic around her) and swim up to an underwater cliff. Perhaps she is a shark but I still think she should be rescued. I carry her over my left shoulder as I swim. From here, there is intense and vivid fractal imagery which flashes and turns. I am still seemingly underwater though and continue to “swim” through the surreal patterns. I also see flashing Mandelbrot patterns. I watch an orange octopus (which seems ambiguously entwined within the spiraling fractal imagery for a time). There is more than one at times. Looking from underneath the octopus at one point, I get the impression of a billowing and waving skirt, which temporary becomes such an image for a short time. The octopus imagery is very detailed and correct at first. However, there is one point where I see an “octopus” that seems to have virtually endless tentacles. It sits on the cliff. My dream shifts into more fractal images and impressions of the shiny patterns inside oyster shells. As I wake, I experience the most unusual hypnic jerk I have ever had. It feels like numerous small tendrils of electricity grabbing my foot and lower leg and lifting it up. My entire leg moves upward as I wake before it drops back onto our bed. (I had been sleeping in a position where part of my right side and much of my stomach is on the mattress.) Typically, hypnic jerks and other waking muscle movement (other than my nightly back spasm) are not this sustained (though my leg usually does jump a bit) and I do not recall feeling individual tendrils of energy “grabbing me” or “attempting to lift me” like this before. It was very strange and interesting…and something new and appreciated (regardless of it being somewhat startling, although because the effect is similar to a dream I had in America where the energy of Zsuzsanna’s essence was fully felt upon me, it did seem external - though I am not sure of the source - if it was Zsuzsanna, who was sleeping near me at the time, I do not recall her “sending” this way before).
Morning of March 1, 2017. Wednesday. Dream #: 18,335-03. Reading time (optimized): 2 min. Moving through a deeper state of water induction, after letting my lucidity fade, I recall a big fish in an aquarium. The fish takes up nearly the entire aquarium. An old man with a long white beard owns it. I see this on a large screen in an unfamiliar bedroom. Zsuzsanna is with me at times. I am wearing clothes, but I mostly stay on my left side in bed with my head facing the opposite direction as the monitor. The screen covers most of the upper two-thirds of the wall. The fish is facing left in profile. The old man is in his living room, and another unknown male is in the background. Eventually, I realize there is an octopus aquarium (owned by the same old man). It becomes the dominating scene on the big screen. I find amusement in watching baby octopuses swimming. There are hundreds of them. They are too tiny to discern much detail. (It vaguely reminds me of looking at stars in the night sky.) Zsuzsanna watches the images for a time. I point out small strands of food they are eating. (I was first unable to tell the difference between the food particles and the baby octopuses, but my view zooms in at times.) While I occasionally watch the screen, I hear former schoolmate Tony talking to his grandfather (even though no one else is present). This event was in the past, though I am hearing it now. On notebook paper, he wrote several phrases in a tribal language (erroneously from Papua New Guinea, but it should be a Native American language) taught by his grandfather. Tony had discarded many of his belongings. Plastic bags full of what he threw out teleported to the bed. (I do not consider how impossible this is, though I get the impression that it might have something to do with a random “download.”) I look through some of his plastic grocery store bags, noticing the notebook pages (some folded in half) with his writing (though I do not recall any of the phrases), as well as other items. I am unsure of what I should do. Most of his stuff was from before eighth grade. There is no sign he would know what I saw of his. Zsuzsanna comes in again, telling me she found some of my older writing. She places some papers (that are stapled together at the upper left) at the foot of the bed. I see a story or long dream journal entry printed in pencil I supposedly wrote at around age seven. It is at least twelve pages on notebook paper. Written on the top line of the first page is “Frankenstein.” A bit farther to the right is “1948,” followed by “by” and my name. It puzzles me as I think it should be “1968.” I am unsure why I would have written that year other than in error. As I become more puzzled about why I might have written “1948,” I wake.
So I had this dream about 5 years ago but I still completely remember most of the details. I was in a boy scout group walking down a trail in the forest, just walking for about 10 seconds when a page turned I dont know how but a page just turned,and I was about 10 yards from my house, that was in the middle of a prairie surrounded by a circle of trees, and I saw a huge purple octopus attacking my house! I ran to my house and went inside I saw my family panicking. I told them to calm down when the octopus grabbed my dad, who was in a wheel chair for some reason. I ran into the garage and took a knife. I was hiding behind a heater when it ripped a hole in my roof. I ran as fast as I could jumped out a window and landed on the octopus. I cut off the tentacle that was holding my dad and shortly after cut off the rest of the tentacles. I then abruptly woke up! Does any of this have any type of meaning if so please tell me! Thank you.
Finally got 3 dreams in a night again ^_^ Dream 1 - Unpacked (02:42) We had just got back from a camping trip for class, some people hadn't bothered to unpack their things supposedly (the camp was 6 months long I think). I was one of the people who needed to unpack too but I took my bag and went out again. After a long period of time passed (another 18 months) everyone returned to the camp which then recommenced. I hadn't unpacked for 2 years now! We had a good deal going with the campus owners and we were allowed to stay there in these average rooms for free. I gathered with 3 others in a room with a couch, one was a blonde girl, another was a girl called Tooley, and the last was some random guy. It felt like when I knew Tooley was there I started.. bragging? I fibbed a bit with some of the details, but basically I was saying that I hadn't unpacked in 2 years (I had actually unpacked a little) and that I left as soon as the camp finished last time (it seemed brag-worthy in the dream). I think a couple of us are sitting on the couch now. The head of camp (since I don't actually see him) in my mind resembles an old balding guy with some white hair in white yogi looking clothing. There is some better accommodation available and we're going to be allowed to move in there, but then there's a change in the plan for some reason. We aren't allowed to use the good accommodation for some reason now, damn.. I remembered towards the end of the dream that the reason we had camp was similar to signing up for the hero registry in 'One Punch Man'. I think this was what gave some value to whatever it was I was boasting about, since it meant I was a strong hero? Dream 2 - Octopi (5ish) I'm fishing on a boat with a man who isn't my dad, but there's a certain father + son fishing thing going on. We're fishing/hunting for octopus. There are 2 types of octopus, 1 which has shells on its suckers and/or end of its tentacles, and the 1 which doesn't have any shells. The shell one is apparently really deadly so we only hunt the safe octopi. Something happened and we didn't notice we had caught a shell octopus in our last catch so we had to thoroughly check our current catch to make sure it didn't happen again. In a white container on the deck of the boat we're in the not-dad guy is lifting the octopi up one at a time with a wooden rod while I check them to make sure they're safe. We progress slowly because we don't want to get hurt by a shell octopus. Why am I checking them with my hands if my not-dad is lifting them with a wooden rod O_O. In the bucket there's about 4-5 of them and we finally make it to the last one. It's lifted up and I lift its tentacles up to check the suckers.. "Phew" it looks safe.. "SPLARGH" a sudden sucked explodes forth and a load of salt water gushes out, with something lashing out from the sucker. It hits my neck and hurts me so much that I wake up startled with a spasm in my neck from the shock. Dream 3 - Wnghigh (07:23) I don't clearly remember the scenery in this dream as it kind of felt like reading a story with a few mental images to support it. The setting is sort of a 'sword and magic' world, I'm in a class with my friend Fighter Wnghigh which confuses me a bit because I assumed he was a fighter based on his name... But he wasn't :/ I had the feeling that fighters in this world were quite rare and maybe had a a slight feeling of taboo about them, but they were considered necessary. Something happens and we have to escape but I'm a 'wing fighter' so I stay behind. This surprises my friend since I'd probably be a social outcast if people knew I was a fighter. His sister has a similar name since she comes from the say family. I see a winding forested road with a driveway leading towards a residence, there's a family name sign saying 'Wngh' outside. His sister has a sword and wants to join the fight. Both the friend and his sister look like warriors from 'Dynasty Warriors' which was part of the reason I thought my friend was a fighter.
First dream It was a hot Spring day. I was a tall, muscular man with dark hair. I was walking down a hill into a meadow. I knew I was close to a huge settlement, I just had to go through a small forest. There was a dirt path leading to sawmill, and then to castle. I decided to follow it. On the way I saw a small waterfall and a bog. The view was quite beautiful. The path led me to some kind of fortifications made of wooden shelves and beds. There were many rows of them standing in front of a tall wall. Suddenly my younger sister jumped from behind the barrier of beds. She was wearing full plate armor, and was weilding a claymore. She couldn't recognise me, so we fought for a moment. I had an enchanted battle hammer that drained strenght of my enemies. My sister won with me however, and only then she could recognise me. We talked for a moment I explained her how the enchantment on my hammer worked. Then we decided to follow a path towards mountain tops. I said "Now I'll become a Pillow Mage!". Suddenly an ash storm started, though we managed to climb up the mountain. It was Mountain Olymp, and the ash storm was effect of gods magic. There were two gods sitting in their thrones. When we approached them, they made us their generals and sent into barracks, so we could prepare for battle. Second dream With my family we were waiting at a gate to our front yard. After a while a Soviet tank appeared, and Soviet General went out of it. I thought that I should do RC as this might be a dream. I wanted to do a nose RC, but my hand was getting more and more heavy. When I confirmed that this is a dream, everything went black. Third dream It was in a lagoon called Sunken Bay. We had a huge party in the water. We were surrounded by dense jungle vegetation, and there were many fishes and octopi swimming there. I was catching fishes with my hands, and showing each of them to my family. There were two octopi sleeping. The had skull shaped bodies and looked dangerous. The party have ended when they woke up . Fourth dream I was working with VHE, a Half-Life level editor. I built some structures, mountains and placed a sniper in one spot, then I ran the level.
Watching the sky I was outside my house. I went to the backyard, and lied on the ground, looking at the sky. There were lots of stars, I watched meteorite rain, and then the sky started to turn around. I standed up, and wandered for a while. I found my younger sister sleeping in an igloo, and then went back into house. Undead army I saw everything from top-down perspective. It was inside some poorly lit, cold catacombs. There was gathering an undead army, risen by dark forces. I was risen as a skeleton too, but something thrown me into webs so strong, that I couldn't do anything. I looked to the side, and saw a giant octopus. Suddenly every undead starts to fall apart. A strange voice said "Only you and the octopus survived!" The octopus started to dance. Island Warm evening, I was rowing on a small boat to unknown island. I was a survivor from a ship that sank. I took a phone out of my pocket. It had a built in front and back cameras. I used them to check how I look - I was a girl, somewhat similar to me. I stopped at a beach and wandered the island for a while, and noticed group of three women - a pregnant blonde, redhead, and brunette. All were quite pretty. They told me that they are looking for a special cave, where the baby can born. We wandered for a while and found it, and the women told me that I should stay with them and serve the new born god.
Dream - Lucid I was living in some strange society that very much so valued pregnancy. Everyone was still human, but there were these weird dolls that looked like small, humanoid potatoes whose bellies would pop out if you were pregnant. It's like you'd set it, it would tick like an egg timer for a few seconds, and then, either the belly would pop out or it wouldn't. The dolls were sitting on a small side cabinet type thing. The people in charge kept them. They were checked daily. I was pregnant, but only a week into it. I was still married to Dallas, but for some reason, I wanted to bring Cherie' into our relationship. I did something to where it "set" her to being my wife too. I saw a diagram of her laying in the middle of my bed. I then somehow "set" her to be pregnant too. She did not know about any of this. I then changed my mind, however, and changed her "settings" back to how they were before, not with Dallas and I and not pregnant. I then went to check my doll, and its belly did pop out. Cherie' was right behind me, and went to do the same when I was finished. I watched her from behind. She said, before anything happened with the doll, "There's no way I'm pregnant." The doll's timer clicked a few times, and then its belly then popped out. She was quite surprised. I knew that she would soon have a miscarriage, however, since I "set" her back to not being pregnant. I did not say anything to her as this all was happening. Then, I was thinking about being pregnant. I then thought about how some people just gave birth to photographs, not babies. I wondered if I was going to be one of those people. Dream skip. I was inside some building. Others were there as well. I was watching a blue octopus "walk" on the land. He was quite close to me, and I was quite taken by the creature. A man then crushed the octopus against a wall to kill it. It then looked like it had deflated. I was so pissed that someone would do something like that! The poor creature! The man carried off the deflated body of the octopus. I was then with someone, and we were looking for the guy. We were walking around in some hotel/apartment type building. We found him in a room, and it was a man I work with, Barry. I then couldn't be too mad at him, because Barry is a nice guy. Then, this other person and I were outside watching this guy delivering a pizza to a couple of people on the other side of a barbed-wire fence. The pizza was in its box and the box was inside of a white plastic bag. There may have been other food in there as well. He tossed it into the fence, and it got stuck towards the top. The people on the other side couldn't get it, but the pizza guy started to walk away like he didn't care. The person I was with and I went to go dislodge the bag for the people on the other side of the fence. We started to do so, trying not to get pricked by the barbed wire, and then, I woke up to the sound of my cat playing with a plastic bag. ~ I was at a school/job, taking some art course. I, IWL, do not draw or paint. I was learning in the dream, and had to take over for someone for awhile whose normal job was to keep up with all the artwork by doing the art and then keeping up with and maintaining it. There was a lady who then came in to make sure I was doing everything correctly. She commented on these shelves that had lots of paintings on them, and how they needed to be straightened up. I looked at the shelves, and they were indeed covered in paintings. I told her I was getting to it and that I had just gotten there. She then handed me a paper that showed how I had scored. I did great in everything; it showed 100s next to many explanations, but there was one that had a 7. It meant a 7/10. I was pretty sure it had to do with maintaining the shelves. I then was in the art room drawing and looking at the classic-looking analog clock on the wall. I noticed it was almost time for me to take my lunch; I was going from noon-1. I was drawing the silhouette of a woman with long, flowing hair holding a rose. I then told someone I was going to lunch. I then went into a band room. The chairs were set up in an arch, as you usually see in a band room. I saw my old friend from high school band, Alex S., sitting on the far right side in the front with his trombone. Other people were in there as well. He asked something about bass trombones, and who played. I raised my hand, and he said "You play?" He seemed excited. I then said "No, but you play both, don't you?" He said yes, he did. He then got up to let me have his seat. I walked up to the seat, and took the trombone. I hit it against something on accident, and it made a "dong" noise a couple of times. I was a little embarrassed. I then was not holding a trombone, but a violin, I believe. I then noticed my old cat, Ziggy, sitting close by. He was watching me. I looked into his eyes, and asked him with my mind "How am I doing? Am I doing alright?" I was referring to the art now. It was like he had been there for the review that the lady gave, or he was somehow also the lady who gave it. He started at me, looking into my eyes as if to acknowledge that I was communicating with him. I noticed how big his eyes were. I "remembered" how he always sat in that spot by the low brass section. I then saw his tail flick the ground. His tail looked fluffy and brown, in contrast to his orange and white fur, though, in the dream, I cannot remember what color his fur was. I knew it was Ziggy, but his fur looked different, though I could't tell you exactly how. My husband's alarm then woke me up. ~ IWL, Ziggy was my best buddy growing up. He was, to me, a guardian. He watched over me and was always there when I was sad or sick. He made sure I was alright at all times. We had to put him down when I was 14 years old because he was very old (18) and very sick. I miss him still, even now that 12 years have passed since then.
I did not have any cohesive dreams tonight, and only remember fragments off the top of my head. 1. I was looking into the basement of my house and when I opened it, I noticed there were only three things. Two of the things I cannot remember, but the third was the skeletal remains of a giant octopus. (Not quite skeletal, but decaying to that point). My mother came down to take a look, and I thought she was going to comment on the smell of the dead animal but she didn't say anything about it, other than the skeleton's head is going to look goofy since its head is pointing up. It did not occur to me that an octopus does not have a skeleton. 2. I was with my sister and she wanted to take a break, so we went to a party of some sorts. There was a large pool with a lot of people, though it was kind of cold as there was a lot of shade overlooking it. Someone commented on how the entire feeling would change when the sun came out, and when it did, I could feel the heat, and everyone came to life. They started moving around the entirety of it, and I initiated a race, freestyle. While I was swimming, only my right side was moving forward, to my dismay, and I was worried on my return lap that I would either collide into the wall or other people going forward since as it was a small part of the pool we were racing in, and there were a lot of people. 3. I looked up on the ceiling of my house, and noticed my ceiling fan was sold by a company called "Succubus." I remarked that that must be how I came up with it in my PAO, and it wasn't through Diablo.
At a garden party a child's toy had rolled into the den of the pet monster or pet land dwelling octopus, and I did not know how to get it out so I went to fetch help. Someone handed me a mop. I then found a couple college student aged young women who I gathered would know what to do, and entreated them to come help me retrieve the toy. One of them stopped somewhere to find a mop (she did not notice I already had one, so she got another), then when she saw I already had a mop, she gave me this dirty look as if to say "you already have what you need for this job, why do you bother us?" I said "it's nice to get someone who knows what they are doing. I bet next you are going to tell me that the monster is completely harmless, but see I don't know that." The young women did not deign to answer just proceeded to retrieve the toy using one of the two mops (the one she got, mine remained a useless extra). It was very easy to do. Oh, I only in hindsight noticed that I not only gathered two mops, but also a couple young women for what appeared to be a one mop and one person task. Then I went around the world. I do not recall anymore why I went around the world, but it appeared to be on some sort of mission I thought was important, but no one else cared about. When I came back to this garden party type scene which incidentally was much like the setting of the part of the scene with the monster/octopus above, I remember recognizing the people especially a girl (upon waking up none of them seemed familiar but in the dream they were). I said "greetings! I have come from around the world. It is nice to once again be among people I recognize!" A woman asked a man "how long before she ...?" But her voice kind of trailed of, and I assumed she wanted to know, how long before she stops speaking in this funny accent (I think it was Scottish - not that I know how to talk with a Scottish accent nor would I actually recognize one), or maybe she was asking "how long before she stops acting weird?", or it is also possible she wanted to know "how long before she wakes up?" -- all she did ask was "how long before she ...?" And the man answered "wait a moment." Oh, and then I woke up from this nap, so if the question of the DC was how long before she wakes up, then the male DC was quite correct in his answer.
Updated 10-26-2013 at 09:47 PM by 61501
12.24.2012Merkaba Meditation (Note) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Okay, here's what I think of the Merkaba Meditation so far. ROYGBIV + 10 more breaths of feeling all lovey dovey spirtuality stuff. (Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet). So....I find it weird to do a meditation like this, and last night, barely could sleep, thankfully I finally was able to sleep for a good bit until waking up at a random time and then going back to sleep. My perception of time was completely nonexistent, which should be a good thing. However, still have to increase the patience more, I was bashing my head with a pillow several times out of anger because I couldn't feel anything. Counted down 300 breaths, even 100 more breaths, still nothing but knowing my body is relaxing and going to sleep while my impatient mind can't bear with the fact that I can't align myself to the right frequency to astral project. So my options are to listen to binaural beats sometime later this afternoon so I can get into the frequency. I definitely have the will to meditate for a long period of time, now the question of whether or not I can learn how to shut down my brain (not literally of course) is the next challenge. I just KNOW I can do this if I just put my mind to it. I've been meditating, or at least meditating for at least 30 minutes to an hour or more daily. I know progress will come eventually, but I have to push this up a bit with my patience. Alright now for the dream recall. _________________________ 12.24.2012Lost Childhood Memory? (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I remember sitting down on a chair with a guy to the right of me, and a girl to the left. The girl to the left was a blonde female. Oh, well look what we have here. She resembles someone that I saw in waking life, but I don't have any more information other than that. She's wearing some kind of cool colored shirt, maybe blue or green, and my presumption is leaning me towards the blue color. Her hair is actually bleached blonde, and she has it tied up into a ponytail. There's a piece of paper or some greeting card where we have to write our names for some odd reason. The paper is a milky red color, and she hands it to me. I looked down on the paper, and I saw that her name was "Chistine" It was obviously missing a "R," or maybe it could be that I was too hyped up with glancing at it several times in rapid successions. Or it could just be the assumption of dream text being abnormal and not clear every time I read something. My dream eyes were honestly disoriented when I tried to process her name, and I accepted it as "Chistine" without a "R" included. For some reason, I don't write my name, but I hand it over to the guy to the right of me, and I see my name is already written. I take the card back, not using any sort of manners towards the guy and looked at it clearly. It's obvious someone added an extra "S" to my last name. I become irritated by this, and the blonde to the left doesn't directly tell me she wrote it, but it was obvious that she did write it down. I couldn't do anything but release my anger, because I had somewhat of an attraction to her. She's paying attention to whatever it is we're sitting for while pointing down on the card and asking me, "It's Stephens right?" I immediately scratched out the S for my last name that ended up being covered in dark red scratches. I can't remember using a pen, but something definitely happened for it to be covered like that. I noticed that the seats were all of a generic black color and your basic cheap chairs utilized for a large gathering of sorths, but I don't pay too much attention except relying on my peripheral vision passively acknowledging this. I noticed the environment is obviously blurry the moment I fixate on the girl, the boy, or the card. They are clearly the most vivid projections of this reality, until things randomly start having more clarity. The atmosphere of the room is a light yellow-orange mist with the lighting and all. There's an adult who is dark skinned and looks like she's in her 30s. She's wearing a faded black and dark brown mixed animal hide jacket over her black dress. I tried to ask her a question, but then I decided to look around the environment I'm in, and I noticed there are a lot of children reading books. Some parts feel too familiar, like small bits of childhood memories that were probably repressed so much that it would be improbable to recall them. I saw things like "Accelerated Reader," which was some kind of program with some reward system for reading books and doing well on a test to show proof that you read the book correctly. But I wasn't paying attention to this for very long, and I started to space out, and that's all I remember for that dream. _________________________ 12.24.2012Someone Fishes an Octopus and Random Gathering (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID There's a random gathering in this weird environment that shifts to an island or an auditorium or something similiar to that. It reminds me of Outset Island from The Legend of Zelda: Windwaker. It's night time, and I'm near the sands saturated with the water going in and out. I don't recall much on the sound of the ocean, and I doubt I was feeling any kind of "weather." There's a table with tablecloth that states something about some kind of sale that will go on very soon. Apparently Elysian Shields from Runescape are going to be (and I'm just guessing the price): i>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>and some number value. That's literally all I can remember, I just remember something being repeated, and definitely there was a lowercase "i" in yellow painted font on top of a green tablecloth layer. ---- Dream shifts, I guess, and there's a guy going to fish someone near shallow water. He starts looking around, and he immediately catches an Octopus. And while he's trying to do so, I honestly wish he would've worn a belt for his pants, because the image is really disturbing. People are saying secretly of how he's exposing his rear end, and I agree with them, but just inside my mind. Then he starts fishing other stuff. I can't remember what happens next for that one. ---- I realized this is all being experienced in the auditorium now. The walls are white, the lighting is the generic white color, and the carpet is gray. There someone who is talking about something everyone can attend, but most people shrug it off and decide to leave. I jump in the bandwagon and left as well, I honestly didn't think it would be interesting in the first place. _________________________ 12.24.2012Bus Farting (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I remember random things happening in the bus, and it was awkward. I remember a girl that looked like Diana that I only met on Facebook as a friend. She decided to sit at the seat behind me, and I felt awkward.
Updated 12-25-2012 at 03:38 AM by 47756
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening (...) I am looking through the window of my bedroom to the starry sky when I see what appears to be a luminescent sailing boat flying by. I call my mother and she also sees it. We think it can be some sort of alien vessel, but then a real alien ship comes from above and approaches the boat, engulfing it in a beam of light for some time before going away. I need to figure this out, so magically I am now in the boat, scaring the guy in it, who wasn't expecting me. I think he asks me if I am another alien and I say no but want to know more about himself and the other alien vessel. He doesn't seem to find his own luminescent flying boat like something intriguing so he just says "Can you imagine I was just here going about my life and some aliens came by? I didn't understand what they wanted, they just scanned me and left." Then for our surprise, the beam of light appeared again and some guy materialized on the boat. He looked human but he had vibes of an angel. When he started to speak, he was so soothing and irresistible. I felt endless love for him and couldn't resist to hug him with all my heart. He said they were observing humans and were rather curious about this flying boat which was unlike everything they had seen on this planet. The boat guy was still like "well, it's a boat", like it was no big deal. The alien invited us inside their ship in exchange for their intrusion in our lives, but he explained that we would not contact with other aliens because it would be dangerous. That was not their real form, he was just wearing some kind of outer shell that was designed for interaction with humans and had this angelic quality so it would bring up a good feeling on humans and reduce our fear. Well, it worked, because I didn't question about the dangers of going inside their ship. I just thought "beam me up, Scotty". He explained that when they are in their original form, they look pretty disgusting to humans and on the other hand, humans trigger on them a bloody thirst for our flesh. What??? Too late for second thoughts. We're already inside the ship. Anyway, he keeps on saying that we will be safe, as long as he is wearing that avatar-like body and we don't meet other aliens. I learn they are some type of merchants who go around the universe looking for new business and trade opportunities and partners and they find humanity fascinating and inspirational. Then some door opens and I see an alien in its original form: a kind of giant purple octopus that looks very threatening. Our guide says "uh-oh, time to go".
Updated 05-29-2012 at 08:17 PM by 34880
Kumara's Dreams Fragments, all had the feel of another reality In bed with my sis and BIL I'm lying in a "bed" of liquid, maybe water but very silky and warm, cuddling with my sister and BIL. I'm trying to take off my socks so I can put my cold feet on him, but they are stuck to my feet. I spoon up to them. My son is rescued by eagles I am standing on a narrow ledge of my apartment-like dwelling. I am very high up, looking down at a river below and the plant life along the shore. I consider what it would be like to fall or jump, the struggle on the way down, would I finally surrender to the fall? I see a figure in the water moving to the left. It is my son, swimming, and I realize he has already made the jump. Something is chasing him, it is a threatening-looking man-creature who is at least twice his size. I feel fear, urging him on, and just as the scary being closes in on my son, an enormous black eagle swoops down and claws at him. Another and another appear, until an entire flock of giant black eagles has snatched the scary guy up and away, lifting him into the air to take him away, maybe he is dissolving now. I feel a huge rush of gratitude and relief. I wonder if my son realizes the gifts of the eagles, and feel regret that I didn't teach him to acknowledge and offer respect and gratitude to them...I feel like it doesn't really matter because *I* am offering thanks for him. The Ministry of Happiness I am in seemingly the same or a very similar dwelling as the eagle dream. My (dream) husband or male partner is lying in bed. There is a knock at the door, I rush to it to lock it. Whoever is knocking has found another door and though I rush to lock it as well, they push their way in (this is a ongoing dream theme this past couple of weeks). Short, stocky people wearing yellow raincoats and hardhats push their way in and announce they are the Ministry of Happiness. They are here for the man in my bed. A severe-looking, big woman in grey tweed enters and brings a big cart full of trays and trays of pills. The pills are different shapes and sizes, some are heart-shaped with flowers on them and seem to be made of ceramic. They are going to force my husband to take these pills and force him to be happy. I grab as many trays as I can and dump the pills outside, over the ledge. I go back inside for more. My husband is now standing up, looking a bit crazed, and he tells me, "I going to take the pills!" He is surrounded by the raincoat people, and the big woman in gray facing him has a handful of what looks like small polished stones that she either puts into his mouth or he takes. It's my understanding that he intends to fake taking the pills. In the meantime, there are more little people trying to get in the door. I am trying to keep them out, and they are somehow finding nooks around the door to stick their fingers in. I am getting more and more pissed - all of these tiny little fingers trying to wiggle their way in! So I smash and bite their little fingers until I either woke up or transitioned into another dream. Fragment - - Of being on the same ledge described above (though it seemed to be separate dreams). I walk around a corner and I see a set of small lockers. The locker cabinet is about my height, somewhat wider, and the lockers are blue and about 4"x4", each with a little handle on the right. It seems that I've dreamed this before tonight or have been here before. I'm looking for something, but not sure what I'm looking for. I open a few lockers, the contents are mostly sparkly little bead arrangements. Somewhere in there I was on the corner of the ledge and felt a gust of wind nearly knock me off. I clung literally by my fingernails onto the brick wall, digging in so deep that my fingernails clawed deep holes into the brick. I was relieved and impressed that I didn't get blown off. Sparkling Pink Octopus A dream narrator showed me a small figurine of a creature that looked like a cephalopod, which was sparkling pink with a glittering gold trim. As the narrator was explaining, the figurine transformed into a very large living, breathing creature. It was lying on a platform, in a setting that looked like the 1800's, in a body of water. It seemed I could hear the narrator's words and the creature's thoughts at the same time, they were synched. The thoughts were something about being so big...and it coiled around itself, and slithered into the water, wondering if it was going to get into heaven. The narrative was along the lines of, "and that's where that started (the issue of being big/fat/vulnerable) - as a pink octopus in an (old fashioned?) gym." Somewhere also in all of those dreams, the narrator was explaining to me that "the natural inclination in a dream is to seek safety", as if he wanted to reassure me not to be ashamed for not facing all of my fears, that seeking safety is just part of the whole drama. Fragment - of being lucid for a moment, and blind. Rubbing my arms and body and saying, "I am lucid, the world is vivid."
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