Morning of August 23, 2018. Thursday. Reading time: 1 min 52 sec. I am in my Cubitis bedroom. The bed is at the northeast corner lengthwise against the north wall. Ted Knight is standing in the room while I am on my left side on the bed (as I am sleeping in reality). I see him as with his actor status rather than the role he had on “The Mary Tyler Moore Show.” (He died on August 26, 1986, and today is August 23. I had held no thoughts of him for years though.) He is talking about the pants he is wearing. I mostly see only his right side. His pants have a vertically rectangular opening on each side, below the hip. There is extra material that closes across the opening like a curtain connected at top and bottom. I pretend that I am familiar with this fashion and say that I also had pants like that, mentioning 1964 as a guess of the year they were trendy. He says that they were popular around 1975. I tell him I was 14 then. My dream’s content mainly comes from a subliminal awareness of my right leg not having the blanket all the way over it, as I sleep. I am unsure why Ted Knight was called in over something so trivial. It may be from a scene I saw him in years ago as well as the subliminal date association. In real life, the last time my bed was in this orientation in Cubitis was when I was 14 (and the last time I was in Cubitis was in 1978), though in my dream I perceive being 14 as having been many years ago (though this is not always the case). Still, my conscious self’s identity is non-existent here, even in using the typical pretense to appease the preconscious. That is mainly related to the infra-self understanding the nature of the dream state without being lucid. It is an attribute that is unrelated to real life. Which thinking skills are present in a dream and which are not has always fascinated me in its randomness. My dream self has no idea who I am in real life, or where and when, yet I remember I was 14 in 1975 (though this is not always the case). There are two main modes of conversation with the preconscious avatar during the waking transition. Sometimes it is gibberish, but other times there is a coherent conversation (though which still often makes no logical sense). It is the second time that the preconscious avatar (always a different character but usually one of only a few modes and personas) mentioned a random 1970s year. The last one was 1979 regarding the date of a magazine. The preconscious having an association with a newsman role is far less common than associations with dancing, flight, or official authority.
Updated 11-17-2019 at 07:01 PM by 1390
Pant-less adventure It was a warm morning, I was roaming around the university with a friend that I haven't seen in a while. I was wearing only a t-shirt and underwear, it bothered me a bit but nobody seemed to care or even notice. After a while of walking we met one of my pals, she left a building with her boyfriend, then she sat on a wheelchair and her legs changed, they were somehow inflated. We moved on, I really wanted to help my friend get to a bus station and I did it even though I was almost naked.
Recall: 2/10 upon waking, 5/10 after finding the thread. It was hard to remember anything at all when I first woke up, but I persisted until a few details came back, and that let me pin down a few detailed scenes at least. The overall plot remained vague. There were a lot of additional fragments from earlier sequences or prior dreams that I've left out. I'm hanging out a woman who is at least a generation younger and we're getting dressed to go out. I have a vest in grey and black hues that swirl into one another in a cloud-like pattern, resembling the soft color variations of tie-dye, but subtle and not at all gaudy because of the dark colors. I'm wearing it over a thin long-sleeved, collarless knit shirt. I don't remember the color, maybe sort of mustard or yellow ochre. Then I try on a few pairs of pants to figure out which will match best. I decide on the dark grey corduroys but now I can't find them... where did I put them? I was just trying them on! I go through all the drawers of the dresser and they aren't here. Now I'm stuck wearing dark blue denim pants that don't match at all. I go into the next room and am relieved to find the cords on the bed... not sure how they got there since I didn't remember coming into this room, but I assume I was just spacing out and don't think to RC. Some unclear sequences. The young woman and I go into town, and meet up with a third woman, who involves us in some kind of conspiracy. There is a fourth woman visiting town that she wants to engage in conversation under the pretext of just being friendly, but she has some more complex, sinister plan (that I don't remember in the slightest). We follow the visitor and after she ducks into a cafe, we follow suit. It has gotten cold and rainy out, so we pretend we've just stopped in for a hot drink. We hadn't intended to engage the visitor yet; the conspirator wants to do so but the young woman and I are afraid it will come across as too abrupt and awkward, so we are frantically trying to communicate across the table with our eyes and subtle shakes of the head that she should not go approach her. (The interior is small and no one else is here, so we can't speak aloud about our plans.) The waitress comes over to see what we want to order. I see a drink named "Raksiteli" on the menu that I'm sure I remember having here before: I recall it is served hot in a tiny glass, tastes like honey mead but is strongly alcoholic. (I think the dream was merging "rkatsiteli," the name of a grape used for Eastern European amber wines, with "raki," a strong spirit that I did once try in a delicious honey-flavored version.) However, each glass was priced at $22, which seemed way too high! I remembered having four or five in a row last time... did I really pay that much? I thought maybe this time I should just get some coffee. I spent so long browsing the menu indecisively that I started to think I must be annoying everyone, so I told the waitress to get the orders of the other people at the table while I made up my mind. Meanwhile, the cafe was filling up quickly with other people. The whole time I was inspecting the menu, I was also glancing up occasionally at the woman, the one we were targetting, sitting across the room at the bar. I thought it might help if I caught her eye a couple times, making it seem accidental, so that it wouldn't seem so random if we did decide to approach her. I was startled when she began walking over to us, but it turned out she was joining some people who had recently sat down at the table to our right. This worked out well, because overhearing their discussion (the tables were very close together) we made some comments and soon joined their conversation. They were talking about apples for some reason—probably also deciding what to order—and I commented that I really don't like apples, especially cold from the refrigerator. "You should warm them up, then," said the woman sitting on the bench just to my right. I admitted sheepishly that the one way I do like apples was to hollow out the cores and fill them with butter and brown sugar, then bake them in the oven until wrinkled and brown on top. After I confessed my sweet tooth, the visiting woman, our target, now sitting across from me but at the next table, took a plate of whipped cream from their table and offered it to me. I couldn't tell if she was just being kind or if she suspected our plot and was getting ahead of it... might the cream be drugged? Was it intended to knock me out? But I thought it would look suspicious if I didn't accept some. I exchanged some silent glances with the people at my own table while we tried to assess her motives and decide what I should do. Without saying a word, we decided that I would try some of the cream, but that my companions would not, just in case the friendly gesture was something other than it seemed. I used an online program to try to create the floorplan of the cafe. I didn't get the proportions quite right, so there should be four seats at the bar in the upper left corner, and two seats across from the wall benches at each of the small tables (allowing them to seat four people each), but this gives a general sense of the layout. I was sitting with the two other woman at the table on the bottom left side of the room, the younger woman to my left and the conspiratorial woman sitting in the chair across from us. The visiting woman was sitting at the bar at first, then moved to one of the chairs facing the table just to the right of ours, where two or three other people were initially sitting.
Updated 04-03-2015 at 07:15 PM by 34973
I was driving through a city with my father. There were lots of pelicans, hawks and large birds with tags on their feet flying through the air close to the ground. My father and I took interest in one pelican in particular. It had a foot tag that had the letter "B" on it. We were having a family reunion, and we were meeting in a church. My family was gathered about the piano, singing a song. One of my second cousins, was wearing a pair of pants that were much too large for her. She kept pulling the waistline out, gazing down at her groin and panties in a satisfied manner. I distinctly remember her panties as being white, although I'm not sure how I came to know that... I dreamed I awoke in the night and discovered that there was a frog in my throat and I could barely speak. So I got up and walked to the bathroom. I kept thinking about a ghostly girl and her cat that sometimes appeared in our house. If you so much as touched the cat, you would die instantly. I was so afraid that the next moment I would see the cat girl. I ran in fear out into our living room. My mother was lying on the couch, and she greeted me warmly. I tried to talk, and my throat cleared and a clear, oily liquid dripped out. I wiped it off my mouth. My father was sitting in my accustomed chair, dressing himself for the day. I figured we were going to have a day off and go into town with him, and that made me happy. I worked at a pizza parlor, and I had to cut a dog in half lengthwise to put on a pizza.
Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid Lucid #213: Following the Herd I’m walking across a field at night toward some distant farmhouse. I think that I should be home trying to lucid dream and realize that I already am. I fly a few feet into the air and rub my hands together. I’m surprised to find that my left hand feels like it’s some kind of stiff, hooked claw. I look down at it and I can make out a smooth, curved shape, but it’s too dark to make out more detail. I worry that the scene is fading so I zoom toward the farmhouse. I phase or jump-cut through the wall into the farmhouse interior, which looks more like the inside of a cafeteria. There’s a long line of DCs eagerly waiting for something that they’re handing out from behind a counter at the other end of the room. The line is roped off and a somewhat androgynous teenage girl with dark hair and glasses is directing people into the line. I start to ask her what everyone is waiting in line for but I overhear someone talk about needing to pay for the item. I instinctively reach for my wallet and realize that not only is it missing, but so are pants of any kind. Shocked at my pantlessness, I lapse into non-lucidity. I’m wearing a dark blue t-shirt that I try to pull down to cover myself. I hate being pantless but I really don’t want to get out of line. Then I worry about how I’m going to get money. Then my shirt disappears too. I helplessly contemplate how screwed I am until the dream ends.
I dreamt that I was in some sort of school. I remember seeing Tony Rosales. I was sitting on a desk and remember my pants. I look at them again and suddenly they get dirty. I was talking to two guys and remember handling a small homemade gadget/machine. I was then talking to Rosales and we exchanged something but I can't remember what. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I was at a park and grabbed some chick's vagina. Santino was there and he told me something.
Sanding a Pool Stick Someone was showing me how to sand a pool stick tat had been marred up and down the stick. The stick had these circular designs like stains or something. The guy used something that looked like a saxophone reed. He said something referring to the sanding tool like, "They are expensive, so they are strong, flexible, and ___________." He then sanded the stains and grooves out of the stick with this tool. I woke up at this point and remembered exactly what he said about the tool. I wanted to remember it because dream quotes are important to me, but I went back to sleep and forgot exactly what was said. Fight I was at some kind of party. Someone had a problem with something I said. I tried to explain to him that he didn't understand the context and to just not worry about what I do. He was acting like a prick, so I put my hands on him, pressing on a pressure point, and hoping to get him to decide not to fuck with me. He wanted to fight. I really didn't want to fight, so I told the guy I was going to tell someone at the party. I was hoping this would make the guy decide we really shouldn't fight, but the guy didn't care. I decided I would just fight the guy. I went out and was ready to kick the guys ass, and quickly found I wasn't very flexible. I had my jeans on over my sweats. I quickly took off my jeans without him attacking me. I then felt much better, but then we didn't fight anymore. I then went into some apartment or dorm. I think someone is going to be expecting me to be in it and steal something, or do something else wrong, so I hide behind a little wall. I can still see someone walking up some stairs, but suspicious, and looking for me. I can see their feet and so they see me, but then just walk up the stairs as though they hadn't, or they saw me and then the dream changed so that they actually didn't see me. The dream was vivid. I should be able to remember it in greater detail. The End.
This was good fun, in spite of failing at nearly everything I tried, becoming obsessed with a hopeless task, and losing my pants. Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid Lucid #24: Pants Gone with the Wind Wife has sent me to a restaurant to find out whether they recycle "#19 plastic". I'm just about to ask the cashier this inane recycling question when I see that a nearby table has our diaper bag and Wife's wallet sitting unguarded on top of it. I hurry over to pick all this stuff up and see Wife herself standing a few feet away. I recognize all of this for the weird nonsense that it is and tell Wife that I'm having a lucid dream. "Okay," she says, and wanders off. I turn back toward the cashier to find that she and the register are gone, replaced by a bunch of school lunch tables jammed together in a tight rectangle. I skirt around these and head to the back of the cafeteria. High up, a bit outside of my reach is a large window showing an overcast day outside. I float up in order to phase through it like I did last dream but this time my hands just bounce off of it. I float back down to the ground and look for a door, not wanting get hung up on this. There's a pair of doors equipped with crash bars to my left. I shove my way through and emerge outside under a cloudy, gray sky. To the right, I see a huge gathering of runners and spectators for some sort of foot race. I'm intrigued and I jog toward it, deciding that I want to compete. I become very aware of my clothing as I run and I notice that I'm wearing shorts without a belt. The shorts are too big for me and they keep trying to slide down off of my hips. I hike them up once and then do my best to ignore them. I'm surprised to find that I'm also wearing some kind of baseball cap. I remove it and see that it's black with a Papa John's style logo that instead reads "Papa Go's". (I know something's wrong with this name but can't figure out what.) The race starts when I'm about 30 feet away, runners ranging from hardcore 30-year-olds to 4-year-old kids setting off on the race. They stream through a huge pizza-decorated starting banner that reads "The Papa Go's Race". Since I want to win and also wow the crowd I take to the air, flying about 20 feet up. But the moment that I catch up with the other runners, a sharp gust of wind kicks up against me, stopping me dead. I'm determined to participate in this race so I stubbornly imagine a fresh wind blowing from the opposite direction. This gives me a huge, exhilarating kick forward. But before long, the current of wind that's against me shoves back even harder and I'm stuck again. I force my own wind to blow even harder but the opposing wind rises to a shrieking gale. I feel stubborn and unbeatable, though, and I keep pouring on more power. But the howling wind rips my pants away and I suddenly feel much, much less "unstoppable" with no pants. Tears stream from the corners of my eyes and cold wind blasts down my throat. Trees are swaying crazily below me and DCs are running in panic. It dawns on me that I've started something I can't finish. Moments later, I'm awake.
Updated 10-24-2012 at 07:19 PM by 57387
Dream - Lucid I was talking with some other girl. I'm pretty sure we were outside. She reminded me of a girl I know in waking life named Raechel. I said to her "I need new stretchy pants," referring to the old, worn out black yoga pants I was wearing. They were a pair that I actually do own in waking life. She looked at me funny and started to walking. I then continued as I trailed behind her "You know, like sweatpants!" I noticed she was wearing black yoga/sweatpants too, as well as a dark-colored top. Again, I know there was more here. I even woke up in the middle of the night, making a mental note of a dream event, and of course, I forgot it this morning. I know I dreamed this morning too, I can even still feel lingering emotions from the dream, but for the life of me, I can't remember it.
I was in front of a school with a group of kids and my history teacher. He was in a pretty bad mood. He told us he had the 3D models of the school building and he could change the way it looked. He did and the school became a group of dull gray/white buildings that were rusting. He also said he was going to make my pants 2 times longer, for some reason. Then we passed a pole that had pop'n music buttons. I pressed them and they were super cheap quality. After that my history teacher walked to his car, but only I followed. I got in with him and he was holding a brown bag, like what your food comes in at mcdonalds. He started driving a little, then he made me get out. I warned him to be careful because I could tell that he was drunk.
I enter my dream inside of my friend's room, but the only thing that is there is the walls, the floor, and the computer. I am not sitting beside my friend, but instead I am sitting beside a Youtube commentator ImmortalHD. I look around and see a guy from Immortal's band and he is putting on pants. He tells me to look away and so i do, and I turn back to ask him a question and he gives me this wired look. I ask him "Whats wrong?" and he replies by saying "I am not done dressing". I laugh and say that I thought he was so I turn around once more. I hear him yell "MOM!" and I see my friend's mom enter with pants. (Dream Skip) I am in my friend's living room and I hear his mom enter in through the front door. She is carrying collars. She says something like, "it is a sad day for us all". She says that while putting on the collars. A pink collar for their cat, who was obviously not their cat because it was white with a splash of caramel looking color. She gives the dog a blue collar and says something like "The Irish isn't going to sleep,". At least that is what I think she said because while she was saying it my dream started to fade and then I wake up. Dream FragmentI am making music in this wired software and I get angry at it.
1. I forget under what circumstances it happens, but I do the nose pinch reality check and realize that I'm dreaming. I do the standard hand rub to stabilize, then see a window to the side of me. I have nothing better in mind, so I jump through it with ease and emerge on the other side into a winter scene. I start to fly and surge upwards through a cloud of snow. I realize that it's really rather cold, so I focus and summon a pair of gray wool pants. They appear in my hands with proper texture, and when I put them on they feel very soft and warm. I think about going into space, and as I look around I see a balloon ship. I fly over to it and fire up its engines, continuing to rise all the time. I try to change my clothes into a spacesuit, but I feel myself losing control... I false awaken, and emerge into a scene where my mom and I are baking, with flour strewn everywhere. I ask nonchalantly if she was in the previous dream, and she responds that she's skilled enough to manage her own control. I talk excitedly about the concept of shared dreaming, admitting that it's probably "metaphysical bullshit." 2. I'm with some girl in a room that seems almost like a temple. Around a central altar, where we both are laying, are twelve pillars that correspond to the signs of the zodiac. She is initially very aggressive and defiant, but I calm her down and it seems like we go through a relationship in superfast motion with stages informed by zodiac signs. 3. I'm playing a game of hide and seek (using parkour to maneuver) on the Havana map of Call of Duty. My team has my brother and a couple of professional wrestlers, while my mom's team has her old friends. I eventually manage to track their last team member down and deliver the tag in a room from my own house.
I was in my house, in my room getting changed. I put on some underwear, and then started to pull up a pair of shorts when I thought. "Wait a second - I never grabbed these shorts off my chair!" I RC'd, and sure enough, I was dreaming! It was sometime around mid-day, there was bright sunlight coming in the window, but I had my blinds shut and the light on in my room. I looked up and saw the mirror, remembering one of my goals to look in a mirror and try and see detail in myself. I looked into the mirror, it didn't reflect the room, instead it was a blackness with two of my reflection in it. One of me was normal, and the other.. darker somehow. It was too hard to focus and get detail out of the mirror, and I didn't want to focus too hard so I continued out of my room. I went into the kitchen, it didn't look how it normally did. There was no 'kitchen' items in here, it was just a room with a bench to eat on. I continued out into the lounge room, oh here's the kitchen in this house! It was beautiful, the walls were painted a modern white with blue accents all around. A fresh breeze blew in through the front windows, which now overlooked the ocean. Awesome! My mum and dad walked out of the office together and started talking to me. I ignored them, knowing they were trying to put me back onto the dream plot, but then decided 'heck, perhaps I can shake this DC hard enough to draw my dad into this dream bubble.' I grabbed my dad by the shoulders, looked him straight in the eyes and said "Dad, where are you?" He looked blank. "What are you doing, where are you going? Isn't this weird? You're dreaming!" He looked around the room, confused and then it hit him. I allowed him to stabilise. "Focus, dad. Focus on the feeling of my hand." Once he had calmed down, we started talking. We talked about how weird it was, he bought up how close of a connection this is and something about how painful it would be to experience a death in a dream accidentally while lucid. We sat down on the floor in the loungeroom near a window, the sun was shining in. I slowed myself from falling as I sat, I didn't want to hit the ground, but I did. I swung myself around hanging on to his arm, jumping up and then slowly falling back down. It felt somewhat like repelling down a rock climbing wall, but sitting. The dream started to fade. "No! Pull me back in!" Crap. DEILD, DEILD, DEILD! I woke up in full vibrating sleep paralysis, and started repeating my DEILD mantra "I am dreaming, I am dreaming." I stayed in this state for 2-3 minutes until it started to fade, and I woke up and wrote down this dream.
4/22/11 (LUCID) I was hired for some job at a place where you basically work att a little kid's chucky cheese. in the end i was all dissapointed for not getting paid. it was in my house apparentlyy and not a single kid came in, I stayed on my computer the whole time. I also got a job at the airport, but the dream never picked uup on that. my dad did mention the he owed me 50 bucks for yardwork thouugh. I was in the parking lot later on with shanna and abby, and I saw Malachii in a car sleeping. I casually realized it was a dream and I wished that kurt cobain was here. He never showed up, despite me looking around for him. I eventually went camping, and abby and shanna wanted to chase each other around. I decided to just go along with the dream, not knowing what do do anyways. While i was doing this, I decided to study the dream. I noticed that abby and shanna's pants were always changing. They just kept chasing each other around the forest the whole dream, just doing the randomest shit and appearing in the randomist places. Eventualy we were on a ship doing the same thing, I was about to go on some mission then woke up. edit: 4/30/11 I'm glad i did this experiment, it taught me a lot about staying lucid, though it was almost a waste of a ld.
Good morning, everybody. Dream #1 I was in some big apartment. It felt very light inside the apartment, as if almost everything were white. There may have been people in the apartment with me. We may have been standing before something like a drafting table. I or some other man was talking about something like dinosaur bones. Some of us people were trying to get another person interested in whatever field of study we were engaged in by showing the person that dinosaur bones were actually a lot older than he'd thought. The person may have been a young man. One of my "colleagues" may have been kind of tall and skinny, with olive-colored skin, a stubbly face, and bushy hair and a bushy mustache. But at some point something happened with the one of the windows of the apartment. A big blast of wind came up and blew against the window, popping it out of its socket. But it didn't pop inward; it popped outward. I ran to grab the window to keep it from falling down to the street. There were at least three different pieces to the window: the outer pane, a screen, and some other kind of pane. The window seemed to be one of many lining the wall. There also seemed to be a big fire escape outside, lining most of the wall. After grabbing all the pieces, though not very securely, I saw as if from outside the building. It seemed like the outer pane was actually connected to the window frame. It also looked like it could open and shut by means of a little hand-crank inside the apartment. Dream #2 One of my co-workers, HS, was walking out of some office. He didn't want me to see him because he had his left pants leg hiked up to about his knee, revealing a pale blue sock. I told HS not to worry. I'd always thought he was a hard worker. His mishap with his pants and sock proved he was working so hard that he'd gotten absent-minded.
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