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    1. 5 Jan 2015 - Not such a pain in the rear. (Warning, grotesque.)

      by , 01-06-2016 at 05:45 AM
      Part 1:

      The earliest relevant part of this dream started with me in a Walmart parking lot; I've seen one particular van - a rusty 1980s conversion van - parked there which I assumed owned to an employee there in waking life. So, I went there and somehow got into this particular van and decided to paint the interior including the headliner. I was doing this with one or more people; then somehow the focus left me and I'm not sure it was me anymore working on the van, the van was moved over the parking lot and not parked in the same place it was left by whoever left it there.

      Part 2:

      The next segment showed two teenagers, one caucasian black haired female and a guy who had no facial hair, I think in the Walmart being talked at by Walter White from Breaking Bad (NOTE I have never watched Breaking Bad and had to look up the Wiki page to learn the character's name to post this, I only ever heard a clip from the show in a MLP: FIM parody video) and a woman who was with Walter; the teenagers were working for Walter and that woman. Next, I have to tell you I have a pendant which I'm wearing even as I type this:


      The teenage girl was wearing it around her neck. Walter then took it off her and said "What the hell is this?" and she said "I don't know!" and wanted to get out of there, though I didn't think it was for what Walter was about to do; somehow he and the three other people were suddenly in a basement or other enclosed area like setting with the teenagers tied up. Walter and the woman then,
      Spoiler for spoiled for squeamish folk,:



      I painted my bedroom several weeks before I had this dream - two to three weeks. It means a fresh start and new things to think about, for me. Painting the van could be much similar to that if not the same thing, and vans go places...

      I have to admit I had previously read about people using vans to make meth in, I also knew about the TV show "Breaking Bad" being about making meth. But I have never watched an episode, and although I heard Walter White's name before in that Pony video I didn't pay substantial conscious attention to it. Still, the subconscious works in many ways I don't really know. I did read a synopsis of Breaking Bad, and then learned Walter uses his R.V. in the show to make meth in... And then there's the painting I was doing on the interior of a van, meaning maybe I much want to avoid that route? Yes.

      So, with all that in mind I think this dream may be meaning that I have been worrying about the future too much, like Walter; I do wear that pendant which I like, and the worry (Walter; remember his predicament in Breaking Bad) would be like "What the hell are you wearing?" because of what meaning I ascribe to the nice pendant, which doesn't mean to worry about financial concerns or the fact I'm gonna die some day. And if that girl was meant to represent me, I didn't feel a pain in the rear from what the two of them did!

      Updated 01-06-2016 at 04:34 PM by 61868

      non-lucid , memorable , side notes
    2. Dark Angel and a Little Evil Boar

      by , 12-25-2013 at 11:35 PM
      December 24

      Bed time 22 PM

      WBTB 3 AM. I remembered two fragments: the first was about my friend who caught a flu and the second was about David Duchovny being a guest in some TV series.
      I then took 4 mg galantamine and went back to bed

      4: 50 AM I woke up from an epic journey. I remained stunned for a few minutes.

      The dream started with a false awakening, although I couldn't realize it. I woke up because someone was grabbing and pinching me. Nervously i got up and went to check my phone. It began to glitch. My phone started showing some old message conversations with people I knew long time ago. I decided to go to kitchen. My mom is there. She is making coffee. On the counter I saw a Snickers. I was going to eat that for breakfast.
      -I don't feel right, something strange is happening to me. -I told my mom.
      -Don't be silly. -she replied and continued to twist in a kitchen.
      I went to take something to put on. I opened a drawer and took a shirt. As I tried to close the drawer it stuck in the middle. I couldn't close it. I went back to kitchen to announce that the drawer doesn't close. My mom went to check it. She tried to close it and succeeded from the first time.
      -What a scatterbrain... -she mumbled.
      "That's strange" i thought. I checked what time was that. It was 8:52. I had to be at the bus station at 8:50 to arrive at the university for the first lecture. The first lecture was Psychology. As I couldn't make to the bus on time, I decided to pass the first lecture. I felt kind of drowsy. I felt like drunk + smoked out + tired. I started to wonder what the fuck is wrong with that drawer? Tried to open and close it again. Everything is okay. However, I always got feeling that something is wrong. The atmosphere was Matrix'ish or Inception'ish - everything is okay, but sometimes little glitches happen which make you doubt whether this is real world... AND I DIDN'T realize I WAS DREAMING. STUPID ME!
      Another WILD technique-digimon007.jpg

      Then really weird shit happened. Some kind of dark angel appeared in front of me. It looked like that angel from Digimons, only it was black. It was female and very tall. With confidence I went to my Mom and asked:
      -How would you explain that a fucking black angel is in our home?
      -Look, what is wrong with you? Do you use drugs or something? -she asked.
      I crumpled on the floor in disbelief that my Mother talks to me like this, that she doesn't believe me and can't help me... As I was sitting on the floor i saw the black angel becoming bigger and angrier. Her smile became evil and she laughed at me. I looked up at her and somehow it popped to my head that she feeds on my emotions. I got up, smiled and tried not to be sad. I tried not to care about "my mom not believing me" situation. And voila! The black angel became smaller and normal looking again.

      She came closer to me, kneel down and showed me a silver pendant. I recognized an eye of Horus in that. Although it was more complex. The pendant was lying on the palm of the dark angel. Her palm was burnt out with that symbol. Her hand was dirty and the skin was coarse. I remember her hand in very great detail.
      -One, who has this pendant, lives forever. -she said quietly, -I live the fourth time already. -added the angel. She told me she will wait me in the church and disappeared... I was thinking "damn..I am definitely not drugged or something, I am sober, I guess every in-some-way-spiritual person begins to see something more than normal people. This angel will be like my imaginative friend, or maybe my guide...."

      I am at the church. There is a huge castle model inside. I see mini soldiers participating in the castle siege. Like in a video game, they survive an enemy wave and then goof around shooting team mates. It was strange because some soldiers used very modern machine guns. I saw empty golden rounds all around. My attention was caught by a lady in black. That's her! The black angel! She has changed her clothes. She was wearing a shiny tight corset expressing her waist and breasts. She didn't wear a mask. I saw her face. She had long dark hair. The black angel was beautiful and sexy but somehow not my type.

      A thought came to my head: "I don't know...I don't know why I came to the church, I don't know who that black angel is. I must be careful. I can't trust her so bluntly. What if she is a demon?" I was watching her and made a cross sign with my fingers in my pocket. "If she's a demon, that should generate some reaction from her." However she didn't even looked once to my side. I saw how she pulled out her Iphone and began to talk with someone.

      There was a little boar on the floor. It looked interesting. The boar was size of a foot. I came close to it and that little bastard suddenly jumped on my arm and bit me. The boar toothed to my sleeve and didn't let go. I was trying to shake it off - no luck. I started running around and shaking my hand to get rid of it. I tried to get the boar off with my other hand, but then he would stick to that hand too! Finally I found a way how to get rid of it. " I need to make a double shake off." When the boar toothed to my sleeve I grabbed it with my other hand and immediately shook it off the floor. That fury bastard didn't give up. He was running after me. And he was faster! He jumped and got his teeth in my ass. I screamed out of pain and woke up! I felt a real sting in my ass for a few seconds

      I took noted about this dream and went back to bed.

      8:50. Remembered one fragment about me being the only white guy in a group.
      Also remembered one dream about me participating in a beatbox battle, then struggling to find a place to eat, my friend spending lots of money on alcohol, me buying him a conference ticket and so in..

      15:00 I took a nap and remember one fragment about talking with my grandparents.

      I heard galantamine stays in system for 48 hours, so I hope it would help me tonight too!
      All in all I am very happy with such a cool dream. However I am disappointed I couldn't become lucid
    3. Damp Towel with a Wristwatch

      by , 04-19-2011 at 10:40 PM

      From the night before last
      *This is a veeeery rough draft that I may or may not get around to cleaning up*

      A Boy to Include?

      a blond boy joined us
      cheap necklace/pendant
      I had one in the same symbol too
      (on reflection, i don't recognize it)
      ashamed? that mine was a weak metal
      it looked somewhat interesting though
      I didnít mean to make a wet towel hanging high on a hook on the wall fall. caught it and the wrist watch that had been laid atop it, tried to put them back as they were.
      I wondered at the dampness near the watch

      I was 13-17
      the boy was maybe 11
      we debated over if he was too young