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2022 May 31st

Dream (DFLN):

I'm in Netherstorm, in Outland. It is an entirely dream-generated version of it but thematically consistent. I think about how it looks different with "the revamp" and I see people talk about it on a chat too. I go down a long path on a floating island with a downwards tilt, which seems to get steeper. The path curves around and goes into a cavernous area. There's an artificial pit that goes deep into the void and there's a presence here, who speaks. The structure in the pit here is very much like something right out of Icecrown Citadel, just sort of inverse.

There's an ominous feel, though I do not feel worried myself. I think we discuss something about the world. Eventually, I leave, back up the same path.

Then, I wake up as a white woman, in a bed in a room that's somewhat exposed to the outside. Some kind of global event has taken place that froze the vast majority of people in the world, who then, like me, wake up seven years later. I find out by talking to someone I think that all of us who had this happen, have become undead. More is explained to me (but I lost recall of it) and there's something about a king Henry. At several points, I question this a little, because I can't really tell that we are undead at all. And eventually my body is different/changes again. (but I don't realise while dreaming)

Eventually, wandering the streets of this city, I come upon a group of people. They're beyond a wall slightly shorter than I am tall, but the wall also isn't that short (dream weirdness); the group of people is chanting as a group and they all look like cultist hobos. I pass through the wall like a ghost and they are surprised, and then I start shaking a pepper grinder ritualistically and they become very frightful of me and what I'm doing. I walk slowly towards them, and I comment out loud, almost laughing, "this is superstitious non-sense!" and they eventually run away in complete fear.

Just nearby in this small street, which could be Japanese for how tight it is and some of the styling/layout, I meet Patrick Stewart by the entrance to a house. Patrick seems annoyed by what I did, but is apparently not holding it against me. We talk about something. I get the impression that he is not undead like me.



Notes:

- Writing this nearly a month later, the visuals are still pretty good, fairly memorable dream.

- I made a sketch of the ICC pit shortly after having had this dream.

- The undeath seemed to be like that which happens in the Souls universe.

12/30/20

I am with C and we are visiting one of his teachers house. His teacher is Patrick Stewart who lives with his wife in a fairly large house with white decor. We are there to wish him a happy birthday. He also lives in C's neighborhood pretty close to his house. He has a very huge living room that we are now in. There is balcony type seating all centered around a massive window which overlooks the town in a valley below.

In the center of the valley is a massive LED laser type blue mountain in the distance. Only it is changing shapes between the mountain and a massive tree with outstretched branches. It is beautiful to look at, the symmetry of it being in the center of the window while also in the center of the valley, I stare for a while taking in the whole picture. The LEDs almost look like they are a drone swarm flying around into different shapes. I ask someone if they are drones but I don't get an answer.

While standing up in the balcony I notice there is takeout trash just laying around so I pick up trash left by the seats, they seem like takeout cutlery in plastic wrap and napkins. We are leaving now and I am helping C pack up his back pack while standing in the foyer of the home. Patrick Stewart and his wife see us off pleasantly.


There is a really bad storm outside which is approaching, it's only dark for now with a slight wind but nothing too bad. My father decides to drive out to meet my uncle for lunch assuming everything will be fine.

I am in the car with two of my friends R and E. We are driving through town as the storm begins to hit. E says everything is probably going to be fine, it won't be like before. I look out the back window as we turn onto the main street and there are multiple tornadoes forming several blocks from where we are. One massive one has met the ground and is causing an outstanding amount of damage. I see others forming beside it, some dwindle as others grow, it's as if the storm cannot fully manifest. We still drive away for them at speed while the wind and rain whip at the car we are in. I attempt to take pictures with my cellphone because this all seems too surreal. We begin to merge onto the highway but visibility has dropped due to the thick wall of water and the high wind, I notice there are accidents occurring ahead of us as we join the traffic onto the roadway.


I am now holding up in a run down building with cinder block walls and soiled concrete floor. There are goats that are wet and scared seeking shelter from the storm, I shoo them inside through an open garage door. There is also a small white and brown cow I call to come inside. I dry off some of the animals with random towels and blankets I find lying around. They are calm now and find corners of the room to settle in and sit with each other.

There are people laying on mattresses on the floor in the other room just casually on their phones not minding the storm at all. I tell them the animals are in the other room for a while to have shelter from the storm. They are fine with it, they hardly acknowledge my presence, complete apathy.


It has now been a week with no running water or electricity or economy and society has all but gone primal. It is daylight and I am wandering along a shoreline by myself just looking for something to drink. I see a water spigot near the waters edge with a container under it. All that comes out of the faucet is dirty water with floating algae in it. I contemplate boiling it clear but then decide it is sea water and wouldn't be drinkable anyway.

I see a group of people by a house or rather a shack which has heavy damage to it by the shoreline. They invite me inside for shelter. There are close to a dozen people held up in here. They give me water to drink and some small cookies to eat. I am grateful for their hospitality. I begin taking to the older couple who own the house and realize they are staunch Republicans.

They are bitching about all of this being bidens fault, how he isn't doing anything to help the people most affected by this travesty. I tell them biden isn't the president yet and that he literally has no executive power. They are completely disagreeing with me insisting the democrats did this. I tell them trump definitely the one who has left us without any aid for over a week, he is still the one in control. They are in complete denial, and I sense my welcome has all but dried up. I apologise for my attitude and thank them for the provisions while getting up from the table. I decide to
take my leave and the dream fades.

My first dream was boring. I dreamed I was at work and hadn't taken my lunch at the time I was supposed to (I was an hour late going to lunch because I got caught up working on something) and my manager was mad at me.

My second dream was more interesting:

I dreamed I was at Disneyland. I was staying in a hotel building that was white and faux "plantation style". I was on the 2nd floor. The layout was weird because the kitchen was split in half, and part of it was outside on part of the balcony.

Anyway, it was also a first person shooter. I was trying to get out of the hotel room and sneak past Snake and Patrick Stewart, who were armed with laser rifles. I accomplished this by crouching, going out onto the balcony, leaping off, and hiding in a large stand of trees. Unfortunately, a patrol of enemies led by a woman in a strapless top (it was red and looked like part of a ball gown) and camo pants killed me because I used my own laser rifle (which, by the way, I thought was pretty awesome) to shoot the wrong mook. It also drew the attention of Snake and Patrick Stewart. Game over.

I restarted, but forgot to crouch when leaping off the balcony, and got shot.

I restarted again. This time, I crouched as I lept off the balcony, made it, hid in the trees, shot the woman in the camo pants, and completed the level by making it to an opera house/ballroom. It was a large, French-looking manor-like building with a moat and fountains.

Anyway, now it turned into sort of a minigame. I had to collect cartoon pigs and store them in the ballroom. I also had to collect food from various plants around the hotel and either store them in the fridge or use them to fill my Hunger bar.

I felt semi-lucid toward the end, but my alarm went off.

Review
Dream clues: Pretty much everything. If I had to pick one thing, though, I'd say the ability to "replay" reality was a pretty big one (and a potential bridge to lucidity).

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]It is a warm summer day and I am visiting the lake. I knowthat I’m looking for someone I know but I can’t seem to spot anyone familiar asI stand upon the top of a set of stone steps. I am surrounded by beach goersand people who look like they belong at a lodge.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Unlike most lakes this one is located on the back of theelementary school nearby. Descending a few steps from the parking area bringsme to the water level and along a sidewalk running the length of the back ofthe school building. In the sidewalk is a metal grate which provides accessunder the building as well as ventilation for the underside of the school.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]A family of rather obese people arrives, prepared to swimand frolic and I step closer to the brick wall to allow them passage. They donot walk past me but instead drop their belongings and plop down in front ofme, blocking the sidewalk to all passersby. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I can’t help but stare at the old grandmother in the group.She is sitting in a low lawn chair and is wearing something that exposes herhideously fat belly. Her fat is so monstrous that odd silvery lines are allover her stomach, and I wonder how those lines could have formed. It appears tome that her belly is covered with fat crystals, though this seems unlikely.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The woman is having a rather animated conversation with herson-in-law and she is talking about the fat reduction surgery she had. This iswhen she places her hands under her belly and lifts the giant fat flab I hadpresumed was her enormous stomach. In reality her belly wasn’t as monstrouslyfat as I had believed. The crystal-looking lines were folds in her skin and itwas clear that she must have had something like 80 pounds of fat sucked out ofher stomach, leaving the excess skin clinging loosely to her midsection.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Now I was repulsed in a new way, and I turned around toavoid staring. I looked out over the lake and enjoyed the bright sunny view. Anumber of people were doing something with balloons but I couldn’t figure outwhat.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I turned back around when some noise caught my attention.The family was strapping in to large balloons and flying up into the air. Eventhe old flabby grandmother was attached to a large white balloon that allowedher to stay in her lawn chair. She shouted,”WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!”as she rose into the air. I couldn’t believe she was flying.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The balloons bounced up and down, bringing the people highin the air and then down to water level, before bouncing up again. It was anodd sight. Most of the people had a small or average sized-balloon. The oldgrandmother had a balloon at least 4 times bigger than anyone else’s. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Someone behind me flicked a cigarette at me and told me tothrow it up at the balloon. The cigarette was wet but I decided to throw itanyway. I certainly didn’t want it clinging to my skin. It flew a few feet fromme and landed in the water with an anticlimactic splash.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My disappointment at failing to properly throw the cigarettewas short-lived as Patrick Stewart waded up to me and told me he wasdisappointed in me for throwing cigarettes at the balloons. He told me that itwas both unsafe and littering, and I should be ashamed of myself. I tried toexplain to him that the cigarette wasn’t lit and was already soaked with waterbut he would not listen to me. I felt bad. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Patrick Stewart was dressed as he appeared when visitingRisa, the pleasure planet in STTNG. His white shorts were just visible over thewater line and he sported a white shirt with buttons, open to reveal his tannedchest. It was clear he had been spending a lot of time in the sun and wanted toenjoy himself.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I walked away from this part of the lake along a wide opencourtyard, tiled with small colored bricks, towards a small one-story buildingat the farthest point of the property. The colored tiles made a picture on the ground, similar to a scene fromCoraline. I didn’t give it much thought but it did look neat.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In the small building was a cabana-style room, a place torest and get out of the sun. There was no glass in the windows and the adobewalls were painted white, as though the building used to have some otherpurpose. It was not a pretty building.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Not finding what I was looking for, I stepped out of thebuilding and looked up to see Jean Grey from X-Men. She told me she had heard Iwas behaving badly and she needed to put me in time-out. “Nothing personal,”she said, frowning. “You just need to spend a little time put away.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I didn’t like the tone of her voice. It sounded way moreserious than necessary for any crime I had committed. She raised some kind ofwand or stick and I backed up into the small house. As I stared at herwondering why this was happening she closed the doors and latched them somehowbefore walking away.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I worried that I would spend hours in this building. Itcertainly wasn’t much to look at. A candle sat on a small table providinglight, though it should have been bright from the mid-day sun. Outside thewindow I could see and hear children playing and I wanted to be out. Instead Isat down.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Hardly a moment later some of the children opened the doorsand let me out of my prison. I was baffled that I had been locked up in astructure that could be opened by young children. I knew better than to hangaround waiting to be re-imprisoned so I hurriedly walked out and back acrossthe courtyard. There was no sign of Jean Grey or any of the other people I hadencountered.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I continued walking right into the school building that wasadjacent to the lake, walking with purpose and a quick step. Passing straighton through I walked out the front doors and onto the sidewalk leading from thefront of the building. Off to my right was a woman with dark curly hair,bending down and talking to several children. As she stood up and hurried thechildren off to some errand I recognized her as my friend A, someone who Inormally trusted. It appeared as though she was telling the children to performsome devious action, something she would get caught doing herself. I stood andwatched, waiting to see events unfold.[/FONT][/SIZE][FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]More events happened but I can’t recall them.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]Last night was an incredible night for dreaming! Not the best ever, butpretty damn good![/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I skipped going back to sleep yesterday morning and went to bed earlier thanusual, and the results were fantastic! I not only had lucidity but thoughts pertaining to the forum plagued my mind all night long.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]Falling almost immediately to sleep from SP I went right in to dreaming,something I don't usually get to do on the first sleep cycle, but as I havebeen ill of late I was apparently ready for dreaming. [/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I saw in front of me a patch of woods, brambles perhaps, surrounded byforest. The foliage was thick, deep, and concealed anything behind it. Lookingat it for a moment I realized that I wanted to see a wolf there (seemedfitting) and on command one appeared.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]A white wolf poked its head right out of the middle of the shrub and simplystared at me, eyes aglow with an unnatural color. For most people this might bea frightening image, encountering a hungry-looking wolf in the middle of theforest but I was not scared, and instantly I knew I was dreaming. My desire hadbrought the wolf to appear.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I spoke to the wolf. "You're a dream, aren't you?" The wolf saidnothing, nor did it cock its head, but I could see its tongue ever so slightly.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]"Hmmm..." I thought for a second. "Go get your friends!"[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]The wolf retreated into the bush, barely disturbing the leaves as it went. Iwaited, thought I heard a little noise from behind the brush, and then, likemagic, the wolf returned, as did five of its wolf friends. Six heads were nowstaring at me, all with the same unnatural color and stare in their eyes. Theywere all white wolves but there was enough variation in the coloring, style offur, and shape of their heads to make each one appear distinct.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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You're my friends, aren't you?" They didn't reply, but their expression said that it was true what I spoke.

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]This is cool, I thought, now what do I do with them?[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]This thought triggered the memory of the Lucid Task of The Month, and Irealized I couldn’t remember what it was. I started to get scared that I wouldlose the dream, and I began chanting over and over, “Task of The Month! Task ofthe Month! Task of the Month!” This helped stabilize the dream and I remainedlucid. [/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I next turned my attention to remembering what the task was. I rememberedsomething about a toy…and then it hit me with a flash! Bring my toy to life! Itried imagining my stuffed Poof-Dog, which normally looks more like a deaf-mutegopher than a dog, but he’s quite old so he deserves a break. [/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]Conjuring an image of him was harder than I thought, considering how lucid Iwas, and the best I could come up with is my daughter’s stuffed dog which shealso named Poof-Dog. Unlike mine, it has ears and still retains a little fluffto its coat.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I brought it to life and made it life-size, and it looked like this:[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman][IMG]http://cache2.artprintimages.com/lrg/21/2144/ZCBCD00Z.jpg[/IMG][/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]It stood next to me on a leash and looked up at me happily. He was clearlyready to be played with.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I think my disappointment in not conjuring my own dog (I knew in the dreamit wasn’t my Poof-Dog) is what caused me to lose lucidity, and if the dreamcontinued on at all I don’t remember it.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]2[/SIZE][SIZE=2]nd[/SIZE][SIZE=3] dream[/SIZE][/FONT]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I found myself in an old brick building, like the ones built in the 50s and60s, with large glazed tiles on every wall, designed to be easy to clean buttotally soulless. I think the building came from an image of an athletic centeradjacent to a church, pulled from my memories and altered slightly. I was lastin the building during a Scouting event, perhaps three years ago.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]In the building I find myself at the bottom of a set of stairs leading downfrom the floor above. A small hall leads off to my right.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]In front of me is Kevin Spacey. He is wearing black jeans, a loose-fittingwhite shirt with buttons, and a belt. Gesturing wildly, he tells me how upsethe is with *something* and the only word I can think of to describe him is “maniacal”,and this is more of a thought than anything spoken in the dream.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I woke up with the word “maniacal” filling my head. Not mad, not crazy…maniacal.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]3[/SIZE][SIZE=2]rd[/SIZE][SIZE=3] dream[/SIZE][/FONT]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I find my thoughts filled with reminders of lucidity, probably due to continuousinfluence of the forum. These thoughts seem to run around my mind all nightlong.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]The first thing I can recall is standing on the side of a hillside road in California.The road is curvy, with switchbacks, and both sides of the road are coveredwith thick grasses and the occasional wildflower. The grass is tall, brittle, andyellow in color as often seen in California on the western slopes of hills thatborder the Bay Area. [/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]Standing a few feet in front of me is Patrick Stewart. He is wearing blackpants, sleek, like the ones he often appears in on STTNG. His shirt is white,thin, and cottony. It makes him look human, more like the actor and less likethe Captain of the Enterprise.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]In a moment of lucidity I try to get him to say, “What the fuck is thisshit?” like I’ve seen in a few of the memes on the net. He won’t say it, andwhile I can make the words appear in the air around him he refuses to say thewords. I’m not sad but it is disappointing.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]4[/SIZE][SIZE=2]th[/SIZE][SIZE=3] dream[/SIZE][/FONT]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]Fragment – I’m getting ready for my doctor’s appointment, a real-life event,and I know I’m late, but I don’t care because I can just reschedule ifsomething happens and I miss it.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]5[/SIZE][SIZE=2]th[/SIZE][SIZE=3] dream[/SIZE][/FONT]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman](False Awakening)[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]It is morning, and I have to get myself and my daughter ready for school.(In real life I have already done this. I’m sleeping in the chair in the livingroom while waiting for an alarm to go off, telling me it’s time to go to myappointment for my blood check.)[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I walk into the bedroom and start taking off my clothes, first my pants,then my underwear. I briefly wonder why I’m taking off my underwear when Imeant to wear them today. My daughter walks in and I tell her to go put herclothes on, we don’t have a lot of time. I turn around and walk to my dresser.Reaching in to my underwear drawer I select a pair of grey bikini briefs andslip them on.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]The dream fades and I’m awake. I’m not thinking of the dream, just of mybladder, and I head to the bathroom. I pull down my shorts and underwear, andsuddenly the dream hits me like a brick, and I honestly don’t know if I’m awakeor not. I do a quick nose-plug RC and find that I’m awake. I finish in thebathroom with a weird feeling of déjà vu.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]Walking in to the bedroom I head towards my dresser, and right on top of myunderwear drawer is the pair of grey bikini briefs I put on in the dream. Thefeeling was mind-blowing. [/FONT][/SIZE]