6/9/2014 In bed: 1:56 AM - 8:38 AM #11. I. 5:40 AM Fragment: Adventure game. Pokemon related. I am following a road. Yellow-ish game of different order of guns. No legendary birds though I see Zapdos flying away above me. Passing board area with precursor orbs. I am in a cooking shop watching two guys cooking. They are really good. They are making biscuits and pancakes for me and possibly others. I taste it when they are done. It is good, but I am not used to pancakes without sausage. They are using faux vegetarian sausage instead. #12. II. 7:15 AM I am on a small mountain-like island with a high elevation in the middle and it decreasing around it though there is a mostly flat circle of a path around the middle small peak part before the rest of the elevation drop down to water below. There is a bridge or connection of some sort on one side. I am in a car with a bunch of others. We just got here to pick up someone that was waiting here for us. They are on the phone though and as we wait for them to get off, we drive the car around the short circular path around the short peak. This car is unique as we are driving it using our minds, willing it to move forward and turn. On one part before the area where the person is talking on the phone, there is some rubble and slight obstacles and a short fence with a narrow opening on the side closest to the little peak. It is difficult to navigate the car through the small opening with our minds.
Updated 06-12-2014 at 05:15 AM by 51715
I dreamed that dreams are like pancakes. How are pancakes like dreams? I shape my dreams and cook them. They may start out shapeless and liquidy, but them they solidify like magic. When I eat my dreams, they become part of myself. Dreams are often circular: no end and no beginning, and often repeat. One can toss a pancake in the air, and watch it float like a magic carpet in a dream. Most people like pancakes/dreams. Just like a pancake may have blueberries or something else in it, a dream may hide a gem worth discovering. You pour syrup over a pancake to make is taste better and sweeter, and at times we disguise our dreams to be more palatable to ourselves. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day and yet we hurry through it, and dreaming can similarly have a crucial often insufficiently recogniZed importance. My dreams spiritually nourish and sustain me. I do not have time to make pancakes except for on the weekend, and part of my mind has been fighting the dream recall effort as too much for everyday life. Just like pancakes dreams are shaped by culture (different international variations), there are family recipes, and individuals can experiment with making their own variations. Each of us can have our own pancakes, but it is possible to share a pancake (and many people claim one can share a dream). Even my picky water younger son likes pancakes, and dreams can appeal to everyone. This is my third metaphor for dreams in my dreams: fish, airplanes, and pancakes. Unlike fish airplanes soar free instead of being confined by self-censorship to an aquarium, but unlike airplanes pancakes become part of me and are not up there but close at hand. Fish are slippery, airplanes and solid, and pancakes not so much - one can shape a pancake, whereas an airplane comes in a certain shape and cannot be actively changed. One can consume fish and pancakes (sort of like the biblical spiritual food of fishes and loaves of bread) whereas airplanes consume one. Will I let my predefined dreams consume me, or will I through dream interpretation and later through lucid dreaming redefine my dreams and incorporate them into myself? I am hoping for the later. I want to be in charge of my dreams! Though I am also in charge of my fish: I control every aspect of their environment in my fish tank - it is up to me whether they live and thrive or die. If I put in the effort and with proper knowledge I can control mg fish, though I may prefer to observe their antics instead and be surprised by what they teach me about nature. I can also control an airplane, but only if I am the pilot, not as a passenger in a commercial flight. Airplanes and dreams allow us to fly: something we humans long for. Pancakes are not as ordinary as they may appear, and baking pancakes or bread is an activity that shows greater sophistication, a higher level of culture - though airplanes are much more technologically advanced. Fish in the aquarium hobby appeal to aesthetics, whereas pancakes appeal to our taste buds - I am engaging a new sense here. Airplanes had added a louder sound, though fish tanks also have a sound component which is a white noise, but they ate not as loud as airplanes. Oh, and pancakes are much more mundane and approachable than airplanes: despite the potential for too much effort for every day pancakes, they could become an everyday food if I were motivated. Fish are part of my everyday life. Airplanes are not. Both fish and pancakes are something I am competent and capable at, whereas at least in waking lives I do not know airplanes on such a level and I rely on others to control (though in my dreams I could of course pilot an aircraft.
Updated 03-13-2013 at 07:03 AM by 61501
dream : comments : lucid 19th of January, 2012 I can only remember one dream from last night. Tried some WILDs throughout the night without any great success but mainly focussed on doing a mixture of MILD and COBRA method (which I'd read about earlier that day and thought sounded interesting). I could definitely feel my brain being targeted and am going to keep trying that to see what happens. I was in a room that looked like something from Aliens but less bleak and more colouful. Sort of 80's futuristic. As it turns out, there were aliens except they looked like normal people. I had a Nerf battle with one and shot her straight in the eye, where it stuck to her eyeball. We all had a laugh about it and seemed to forget that they were aliens then went outside. Outside was a busy street and I was doing these high, slow jumps and bouncing off walls and people. I did some graceful backflips then jumped up really high and slammed down into the ground and wanted to turn into a puddle like the T-1000. Or Alex Mack. At that point I realised I was dreaming and did everything in my power to remain calm so as not to wake myself up like I have the past couple of times. I looked at Nooks who was now next to me and tried to really focus my attention on her and all the details. I rubbed her jumper to feel the texture and then rubbed my hands together but the dream was fading quickly. As a last resort I shouted “increase lucidity” which worked a little bit so I sat up and began to do it again but realised I was awake. Nooks asked me what I was doing and told me I wasn't asleep anymore and I felt a bit silly. I look around then stood up and went into the house. Because I’d been in the back yard. Because it was a ridiculously obvious False Awakening which I didn’t RC! Inside the house my uncle was making pancakes with an iron.
I know this was the last of a few dreams, but I don't remember the others--this is the most boring one though. I was running a film festival for school and I was facilitating the entire event. People started showing up and they all wanted pancakes. I started making pancakes but not fast enough for the people that wanted them. And for some reason no one would sit down without me first putting a chair down for them. (it had a slight resemblance to diner dash in view and action). I at some point sat down with a friend from school Alyssa G. and she was talking about it is almost her birthday and she is turning 26. I was confused because I thought she was WAY younger that that (irl she is 19) I tell her it is a week until my b-day and I am almost 21. She is surprised at how young I am. Suddenly my old friend Alex I. is there and he is talking to me about school. He says that we are going to graduate at the same time and we should plan making a film together. I was confused because even though we started at the same time irl he dropped out for a while and started going to another school in a totally different major. I decided not to bring it up and just agreed to what he was saying. I go back to making pancakes and am putting one at each station people are sitting at. I then have the extremely lame epiphany that "when people eat pancakes, they want more then one! they want a stack! " I start making them faster. But all at once I know that no more people are coming and I tell everyone to take the pancakes at empty seats. They do, and everyone is good to go. I stop and relax until cleaning crews come to clean up the event.
I was outside with that girl Jane from Degrassi. She was climbing something resembling a playground, but it seemed more dangerous for some reason, probably one being that she was wearing a rock climbing helmet. I was watching her. A young man came outside with climbing gear on. I found him very cute and tried to flirt. He asked me if I was interested in climbing and I said yes. Then he mentioned that I had to be 17 to climb and I said I was only 16. Jane went inside. For some reason I hid under one of those playgrounds steps that has all of those holes in it. The man looked down through it. He said his name was Katsumai and I said "Oh, so you're the Katsumai I've been hearing about!" I started flirting by getting close to his face and flicking his nose. Then we both went inside where there was party going on. He went into the kitchen to bake where another young man and an older man (maybe his dad?) were also baking. Apparently this other young man also liked me. He was making me sugarless, glutton-free pancakes. Katsumai was making (I think) a chocolate souflee. I was in the living room with my friend Kat. We were sitting on a sofa. I said "Wow, I have two guys baking over me!"
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