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Afternoon of February 1, 2018. Thursday.



It begins like this. A person gets undressed for bed. Perhaps he or she sits or lies in bed for a time, while undressed, before going to sleep. Perhaps they watch television or talk on the telephone while undressed in bed in their preparation to go to sleep. They might think about recent social encounters as they sit or lie in bed, while preparing for sleep, while undressed. Later, they might have a dream of being undressed, perhaps in public, and then after waking, wonder “what it could mean”. Still, it is neither my place nor purpose to make light of society’s unfathomable buffoonery and shortsightedness in my public dream journal.

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This entry focuses mainly on first-level dream state indicators. In this case, beds, bed sheets, and pillows are the focus as a reference entry to link (viable dream journal websites only, as on other sites it will just remain as a singular post).

Because dream state indicators of this nature occur in over twenty percent of my dreams, which I consider as quite natural and obvious, I have created this no-brainer reference entry for people who might otherwise puzzle over what this or that means in my dream journal. Still, there are specific threads of meaning depending on when and how a dream state indicator is rendered, especially if it is separate from other elements. (For example, although I often fly with a bed sheet as a “cloak” or “cape”, a bed as a flight symbol is uncommon.)

A bed could easily serve as either induction symbolism or waking transition symbolism. I do not consider it as pure autosymbolism since I relate autosymbolism as non-literal factors within the dream state (even though liminal space symbolism is analogically literal to real-life liminal space settings). For example, a bed in a parking lot (as I have actually dreamt a few times) would be a dream state indicator rendered into liminal space autosymbolism, even though this is a form of composite redundancy, where both factors, bed and parking lot, are indicative of being between dreaming and waking.

When I was very young, I used to see dream state indicators as a minimal form of RAS mediation (even serving to subliminally ground me to my real environment) to remind my dream self that my physical body is unconscious. In a way, that is still true, though I tend to see it more as a biological factor that carries over into the dream state, as impressions of one’s real environment often carry over into the dream state, especially the tactile nature of pillows and bed sheets. Even so, it could also just be a residual subliminal memory of having fallen asleep (assuming a deeper state of unconsciousness where environmental factors are not as influential).

I have often used a bed sheet or blanket to cover my body (when otherwise nude) in both lucid and non-lucid flying dreams (and certainly not because of modesty, as who cares about modesty in the dream state, but because of the realism of certain environmental factors in dreams, such as twigs and roof features). This validates that my dream self is aware of the status of my physical body, at least to a degree. Of course, in lucid dreams I do this on purpose, though in non-lucid dreams, it is a carryover factor, unrelated to waking life since the carryover is by habit of dream state awareness, not waking life focus. (One would assume this as obvious, but as I have learned, especially since 2013, empty-headedness, especially when it comes to understanding the dream state, is a dominant factor in many people.)

Pillows are in contrast to bed sheets as a dream state indicator in some dreams due to their association with vivid hypnagogia in childhood dreams. I saw pillows, mainly only those of one pale color, as a sort of hypnagogic “television” (even before I ever watched much television in reality.) By shifting my dream self’s gaze from pillow imagery to my dream’s much larger environment, I could vivify my dream and in contrast, by pulling the dream content in my dream’s larger environment “back” into my dream’s pillow, an implied threat becoming smaller and two-dimensional, restricted to the surface of my pillowcase, it became far less of an implied threat. This may be why I have rarely ever had significant nightmares other than singular examples when biologically premonitory.

Beds in unusual locations are as so, because a dream state indicator is typically unrelated to the rest of a dream’s content other than in the redundant example given above; bed in parking lot; though a bed in a lake is induction symbolism (as water is autosymbolism for entry into the dream state, and as a result, even a glass of water splashed in the face can vivify a dream).

There are times when dream state indicators of this kind are prescient, for example, in foreshadowing an illness. This includes cloaked figures (though not always) as a bed sheet or blanket association. There were two recent dreams about two of our sons, both related to them being in bed and somewhat tired, and both prior to a serious (though short-term) illness. One of these dreams included a cloaked figure of our youngest son’s height. However, such dreams also have a specific mood, which I hope to learn to hone in on to a more viable extent. Additionally, actually being tired in a dream (not necessarily being in bed) is an entirely different concept than just being in bed or seeing a bed incidentally, and usually indicates actual physical tiredness (at least for me).

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Morning of October 17, 2016. Monday.



The time seems to be early afternoon in all the outdoor scenes. In the first scene I am in our residence but I am not sure where it is implied to be. Our youngest son Oliver has a large terrarium that extends from floor to ceiling though it looks like an aviary. It is directly in the corner of the left side of the room, about two and a half feet square. He seems cheerful. Zsuzsanna is concerned about him seeing the turtle he had brought home the day before. I look in and notice that the turtle seems propped against the back of the cage on the right. It is on its right side and a bite had seemingly been taken out of it, shell and all, probably by another animal in the cage. I am not sure what to do with it but Oliver does not notice.

My attention falls on weird animals in the cage. There are a few spiders with black disk-like bodies, the bodies of which are almost as big as my fist, though their legs are nearly three feet long. The legs are thin and closely paired so that it looks like they have four legs instead of eight. One seems positioned head down, its legs on two different large branches so that I mostly view it from the top of its body. I look to the right side and notice that the cage, at least on that side, is designed more like the front of a jail cell with the bars sparse enough for any of the animals to easily leave the cage. The side facing me does not seem of this appearance. I comment on how they could get out, but it does not bother me that much.

In the second scene, the personified preconscious appears as an unknown male of about my age and is presently sitting in another area of the room, though does not yet attain a more dominant presence. I watch three mole crickets crawling about on a pillow. Two are their natural color but the smallest of the three, in the middle, is pure white. I reflect on the idea of them possibly crawling on a person in their sleep, but there is not that much concern. A mole cricket is a tertiary dream sign that symbolizes going deeper into sleep in real-time, two of them symbolizing Zsuzsanna and I but the white one in the middle representing moon induction (circadian rhythms factor) and shared dreaming on the spiritual level as analogous to the Blue Pearl event (inviolable telepathy between soulmates, specifically twin flames as Zsuzsanna and I are).

The personified preconscious points to an unrealistically large detached crab spider head facing us from the right side of a pillow across the room on a bed perpendicular to the bed I had been looking at near the center of the room. “Something should be done about that head on the pillow,” he says. Despite this incredibly obvious dream sign of him directly exposing his role as the personified preconscious, my dream self remains completely clueless and no lucidity is triggered.

In the next scene, we end up in a small dimly lit room which has the essence of liminal space (even though I am not near waking yet). He sits on a wooden chair while I seem to sit cross-legged on the floor. I am facing him as he talks about money but he seems sarcastic about a certain business I do not know the name of (although he had apparently said it a few times but my dream self remains unaware of some of what he says). He seems to mimic advertisements and promotional gimmicks. “Make lots of money,” he says, mocking the original supposed speaker and waving his arms around seemingly in frustration. “Have you heard of Amway?” I ask him after watching and listening to his routine for several minutes. He glares at me as if I am unbelievably stupid and had not heard a word he had said, as Amway is apparently what he had been talking about all that time. I feel embarrassed but try to explain that I had heard him, though my pretense is not very convincing.

In the next scene I find myself near an intersection having apparently mowed our front lawn recently. My (fictional) house is on the street that is perpendicular from where I am standing near a bus stop. I contemplate how I have to mow this whole area, but after a short time, I realize that it is not my responsibility and the city council will do it at a later date. Despite being near the bus stop, I am not interested in (subliminally) shifting consciousness. However, five young people get off. They do not regard me at this time.

Despite my cursory faux memory and brief acknowledgement of my dream house (which seems vaguely based on the Loomis Street house though the rest of the area is not as such), I soon go into the backyard of our present house, though the gate is on the wrong side; at the north end of the fence near the southwest corner of our house instead of the south end near the northwest corner of our shed. A young unfamiliar black woman, who seems to be a teacher, is there with Zsuzsanna. Zsuzsanna has seemingly been given something that was stealthily taken from the personified preconscious. It seems conspiratorial. There are apparently two batches of mail-order pills. I take the two packages from Zsuzsanna’s left hand. One of them is a C4 manila envelope (yellow) padded with bubble-wrap and the other is a white C8 envelope with lesser bubble wrap. I open the larger package to find that it contains several cylindrical prescription bottles of pills of some kind. (None of us take prescription pills in real life.) There is also a receipt. I look at it and read it closely. “These pills cost eighty-six dollars a fortnight,” I say, seeing the total price listed as $86.00 under $79.95 and the shipping and handling fee of $6.05. “It's eighty-six.”

I fail to recall that eighty-six is the number implemented when the personified preconscious gives up on my non-lucid dream self (having “eighty-sixed me”), thus no coalescence, implicit or not, at the waking stage. This is validated by the fact it comes in the mail, which represents communication between dream self and whole conscious self identity.

The preconscious essence flows into the five children (and I do not focus on the fact that we have five children although these children are unfamiliar) who had gotten off the bus earlier and so naturally they approach our home to impose upon us to try to get me to either wake or become lucid. Zsuzsanna and I are sitting on chairs outside of our fence, our backs to it, our youngest daughter and youngest son sitting between us (which is not something we had ever actually done). A boy somehow throws a large mattress fairly high into the air above our heads (probably subliminally associated with our youngest son now sleeping on the top bunk of a bunk bed), but it misses us in coming down, landing immediately to Zsuzsanna’s right. I get the impression that he had been trying to throw the mattress over our fence (beyond liminal space and out of the immediate level of consciousness). I still do not grasp such an obvious dream sign. “Are you trying to kill someone…such as a baby?” I yell angrily at the boy.

The entire orientation soon changes without a clue on my part. We are now all in our backyard on our side of the fence yet the five children (who must have teleported with us) are now leaving through the gate, the boy somehow carrying the mattress again (which does not at all resolve logically from a conscious viewpoint since he is seemingly carrying it on his right side as he would a textbook). I am so angry that I decide to follow them. As soon as I step outside of the gate, my consciousness shifts into the waking stage and I realize I had been had.

Morning of January 15, 2016. Friday.



This dream was really odd in what I first thought was random distortion, though I soon began to grasp at least three layers of meaning in a fairly short time, one layer (the most likely, I think) which I will share here.

I am making love to Zsuzsanna in an unknown and unfamiliar setting - what seems to be a fancy hotel room. The made bed (closer to the cater-cornered door than where we are) has its headboard against the wall. I am directly on the right side of it on my back on the carpeted floor, facing the opposite direction of the headboard (with my feet closest to the table and lamp near the wall). Zsuzsanna is on top, first facing one direction than facing the other (in two different events - the sense of touch and localized awareness of heat being very elevated).

I am becoming more and more aware (though not lucid) and soon notice several miniature wolves (slightly smaller than a cat) running around in midair (at about shoulder height), one directly above the pillow. These wolves are not threatening in any way, just mildly distracting. I start to wonder how many there are or if they will become less chaotic (for example, to form a straight line somewhere).

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My reasoning was almost stumped until my interpretation ability flowed naturally. What do people supposedly do when they want to sleep? Count sheep, of course…miniature imaginary sheep that hop over the would-be sleeper and his pillow and are sometimes imagined as floating in the air. This is inverted on possibly two levels. Instead of counting sheep, I am already in the dream state, so the “opposite” form appears - wolves. They are also not lined up to count, implying the dream continuing without waking (though they still may imply the waking mechanism since dreams often implement opposite “what if” ideas). There may also be an association with sheep as related to the popular non-word “sheeple” to describe unaware people. Wolves imply freedom and intelligence over the unaware conformist. However, something being in mid-air, I happen to know (by being directly told in the dream state) that it may sometimes mean “not getting enough support”, which may relate to my perception of much of humanity as not being very aware - or even interested in their own mind and dream states.

First dream

An enormous earthquake striked, causing many buildings to collapse and I was one of many survivors. I was trapped in one of the buildings, and had to crawl under the rubble in search of food and water. I tried to clean out my way through the collapsed complex, up to the surface, but some parts of it could collapse further. Once when cleaning my way, I found a passage I haven't explored before. Four cats ran out of it, and I went inside. There was a huge wardrobe. It was in fairly good condition. I opened it, and in the darkness I saw a horrifying face of a wraith. Even though I closed my eyes, I still could see it. Suddenly the way to the surface has been cleared, and my family came inside to ge me out.

False awakening

I woke up in the middle of the night. It was really dark, I couldn't see anything. For some reason I woke up in a weird position. My pillow was moved to a different corner, and I was lying sideways to the bed itself.

27.01.2015

Ninja ambush over Pirates!! New ninja: Vegeta. New Ninja Skill: Fire Energy blasts!! (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was feeling heavy vibrations in my body, and despite I was meditating, I decided to WILD since last night was not very amusing in terms of lucid dreaming. Soon, a dream formed as I found myself in San Diego, near the beach and it was a very sunny day. I felt bliss not only because I got an extra WILD out of a nap, but because the weather was so fabulous (I moved from San Diego to Galicia, Spain, and the weather here sucks) I was glad that the WILD worked easily (+5) and I took a flight (+4) to make my dream stable. The dream quality increased dramatically (+1), to a crystal clear point.







I decided it could be a good idea to fly to space, and I also thought about the Pandora's box task that I failed twice. I was still flying when I saw a familiar area (Moreno Valley) so I wondered if my friend Fabian would be there. As soon as I landed, I was able to see him and I was happy that the dream incubation task worked (+15) He looked a little different from waking life, maybe older and with a little more weight. He had a bag of magic mushrooms and I asked him (+2) how was his experience with magic mushrooms. He said to me:







"You will see beyond source and know this is a matrix and everything is a lie." For some reason, this shoked me and for a second, I thought I was awake, almost losing lucidity, I felt nervious for some reason and did a reality check to find a missing thumb in my right hand. I wanted to try one, as I once tried mushrooms in a dream and it felt very weird. So I ate one(+4) and suddenly the dream went super blurry and my heart raced (as soon as I placed it in my mouth) I felt like dizzy, but not in a bad way, it is a little strange to explain. I decided to fly again because I did not want to risk the dream and wake up. I flew towards the clouds and I lost vision. I felt I was a gonner, but I could still hear the sound of the sea (which is not that close to Moreno Valley) and felt the wind on my face. I tried to slowly open my eyes until I started seeing a lot of light. I knew it could not be my room so I kept opening them until I was back in the dream, with a massive clarity.

I decided to fly at hight speed, I felt super blissful for some reason, so I took a big while to fly around and I believe (don't recall very well) I said something, "Yeaah... more points because this is advance flying"(+6) I was also laughing.

After a while doing this, I considered into beating my own record of personal dares before Dreamer catched me up. I felt like doing something different, I rarely do naps and I had no idea really how long or short was my dream going to last.

I decided to land next to a port and I saw some ships. I recalled that I could attack pirates in my dreams and score a huge amount of points. I focused in summoning Sensei in order to fight along side with him, since we were on the same team. He appeared right in front of me, but, it was like he was there already but before I could not see him, a little hard to put in words (+10) but he appeared when I wanted him to appear. I told him to fight the pirates (+7) and he said yes. He did not appear to be very talk active, but he was smiling and somehow like pumped. I also called the Nfri and he came (+3), and funny enough, he was dressed like a ninja, but with military camouflage clothing. I could not see his face but he said, "hey teammates"

We flew to a boat. It looked more like a yatch, nothing close to a pirate ship, but I pretended that dolphin and anotherdreamer were in there. Lucky me! I could see both of them through one of the windows. I knew anotherdreamer because he was holding a photo or something that looked like Dreamer (+5) and then, dolphin was dressed like in a vacation suit with a green dolphin on his shirt (+3) and he was making dolphin noises instead of talking. I could not see more pirates, so I said to Sensei and Nfri, "Let' throw energy blasts at them."

Suddenly, Vegeta came out of the blue, he had the Majin symbol but for some reason, during the dream I interpreted it like it was a ninja symbol.







Vegeta thew a big energy blast and suddenly, a submarine alarm starte to sound (what the heck...) and then I tried to throw an energy blast myself, without success. I then intended to manipulate the element of fire, because my hands are always very warm in waking life. At first nothing happen, but then a thick blast of fire came out of my hand (+8)and i hit a big own that was hanging around there. The owl got pissed and morphed into blobularwindmil (I recall she had an owl in her avatar when I read her first DJ entry) and she started to throw some black stuff at me, even though they hit me, I did not feel pain, just like a small push.

I then saw Sensei pulling out a very large sword, very long, something like this:







And he killed dolphin, but it was not gore or anything, Dolphin just fell to the ground and after a few moments, I wasn't able to see him, so he either left or just vanished. Anotherdreamer seemed to be there, but he did not care for the battle. It was an awesome fight (+20) Vegeta seemed to have banished also, he was no where around, and same for Nfri. I could assume that they got killed (good job at killing majin vegeta haha) I remember that a pillow fight would give more points. So I grabbed a pillow and just tossed onto Anotherdreamer's face. I think Sensei (or someone else) tossed another pillow, because other pillow moved and I wasn't intending it. Anotherdreamer hitted me with one pillow also (+10) but soon the interest on the pillows were lost, as a blast came out from somewhere almost hitting me.

From here, it was a little confusing, I cannot recall well what happened (I started writing this out right after my WILD) but I think the yatch exploded or something happened and somehow I got teleported to downtown somewhere, I was alone now and I wanted to got to space, but I woke up instead.

Before sleeping i said

"Our Dreaming Mind, give me a dream about kadie's week 1 target"

I just woke out of a dream

It is (6:30 am Thursday 11-Dec) where I live and
It is (12pm Wednesday 10-Dec) where kadie lives.

Dream

I woke-up slowely in a bed with another.
I knew I had to steal that persons bag of metal parts.
Keeping my head on my pillow I kept putting my hand in the bag, grabbing a handfull of spare-parts and placing the spare parts betweem their head and mine, between our pillows.

The other person opened their eyes.
I thought I was sprung (caught in the act of stealing) but they nodded and went back to sleep.

I got up, put my booty in a small bag, covered the parts of a Data or C3PO-like robot with a small thin tea-towel. (Edit: two and then three antennas were poking-up and I was afraid the protruding antennas would get me caught) I went outside. I needed to escape. I was mostly relaxed. Two or 3 girls came to me to confirm the way off the nice prison premises.

But they said that I mustn't try to leave yet. I need to see John.

I walk through an office door and a 40-50 year old heavy-set, kind looking man, stood-up from his desk (with lots of work on it) and gently greeted me.

It felt like his job was to help the many, many inmates of this nice prison to escape. End of dream (eod)

Soooo o o o

My guess is that the 1st kadie target is a pile of ... er... metal junk ... that can be assembled into a Star War's C3PO or a Star Trek's Data.

And

I think I have to lean how to assemble it to get out of this nice prison.

Here is the thread hat inspired my "above" dream.

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http://www.dreamviews.com/beyond-dre...ractice-2.html

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As I went to sleep tonight, I recited a mantra, "I will stabilize". I also firmly fixed in my mind that as soon as I began dreaming, I would know that I was dreaming.

This worked. I spent some time drifting, and then a dream began. I was lying in bed, and the lights were on. I looked to my left. There were 3 tiny, glowing playing cards floating in the space above my head. I thought, "Yes, I'm dreaming," and snatched the playing cards from where they were floating. It's hard to explain, but the cards were a cue for me - it was specifically seeing the cards that made me lucid. I don't remember what suites the cards were, only that they were 1/4 the size of normal playing cards, they were glowing, and they immediately induced lucidity.

I got out of bed, and my bedroom was very different and not at all like my real bedroom. The carpet was worn out, and an ugly shade of tannish orangy brown. My "dream room" carpet is always this ugly color, for some reason. The door was in the wrong place, and led to a hallway that doesn't exist, and there was no furniture besides my bed. The bed was a twin, but in real life, I have a full. I said, "Stabilize!". I went to the door and tried to visualize that as soon as I went through it, I would be in a rainforest. I tried very hard to convince myself of this.

When I went through the door, everything was dark. I saw shadowy forms that hinted that I was in another room. I got frustrated and lost lucidity.

I woke up, grumbled, and tried WILD. I got past the initial wave and felt as if I was sinking into my bed. I sat up out of my body. I tried to open my eyes, but it was very hard, and I felt like I was opening my physical eyes. I was really tired and had work in the morning, so I gave up on it and lapsed back into unawareness. I dreamed that my head had made a huge dent in my pillow, so now my pillow had 2 lumps of stuffing on either side and nothing in the middle. I tossed and turned (in the dream) and tried to make it comfortable somehow.

I dreamed I was shopping at a store. I've never been there in my waking life. There was a desk on a top shelf that I was interested in - it was $50, and I thought it would make a good room divider. But my cell phone was malfunctioning badly. The screen came off (how?) and then it got hot to touch and melted. I got some of the melted screen on my finger, and it burned me. I kept thinking about how frustrated I was that all of my money now had to go toward buying a new phone. I needed a smartphone, too, so it was going to be expensive.

I woke up. I tried some visualizations. I visualized a room full of dolls, where each doll represented a DC I knew. I visualized putting a doll on the floor and making it grow to full size. (I was not asleep at this time). I began drifting off, but the visualization didn't completely take hold, and I didn't become lucid. Instead, the room became the room of a woman with a group of really odd friends. My dream followed their antics, but I don't recall any specifics on what they were.

Review:
Dream clues:
- Playing cards (instant lucidity)
- My pillow doesn't have stuffing. It's a memory foam pillow.
- Unfamiliar store, without recalling how I got there
- Malfunctioning phone (malfunctioning electronics)
- Spectator perspective

Edit: Believe it or not... I actually figured out the playing cards while I was riding the train home. In my dream, they were glowing like they were lit up LEDs. On the train ride home, there's an installation where LED playing cards flash by the train windows. I tend to stare out the window at them because I'm bored and they're something to look at... which means I'm also staring at my reflection. So, since mirrors instantly make me lucid (for some reason), apparently my brain linked the playing cards with my reflection strongly enough that just looking at a card makes me lucid.

24.6.2013

Enough (DILD)

★★★★☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

The waves came in hard, sweeping me off my feet. Swimming against the tide at an angle, I try to regain my footing near the shore, but the unusually steep dropoff made things exceptionally difficult. The best I can manage is to grab hold of my baby sister’s raft and circle my father who hadn’t been phased by the tide.

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I make chase. Through the palace, the ramparts, the temple--merely a game. By the end, I’ve claimed two of the three boars...but I had never been invited to play.

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A crowd had gathered. My father lay upon the throne, sword through his throat, feast laid before him--still alive. Tears hit my cheeks and anger welled from the pit of my stomach. The culprit stood near my dying father, cold, emotionless--I understood why. Falling to my knees at his side, he managed a smile, telling me not to worry, he had been bested and that was that. But I in turn consoled him, pledging vengeance, pledging to finish what he started, assuring him of my abilities.

And so I turned to the warrior without a name, the warrior who possessed skill enough to slay my father... The challenge I set forth: first to seven hits, or last alive. Solemnly, he agrees, pulling another sword from his side. I grab a pillow sitting beside the throne. In a flash he strikes, slashing high--jugular to hip. I step out, parry with the pillow, and push away. A quick turn precedes his follow-up, but I’ve already trapped the reverse-handed strike, allowing me to parry again and make a hit on his midsection. “Hit,” I clarify, now standing a few paces away, pillow in hand.

Surprised, he takes a more cautious approach, circling me slowly. “You don’t know what I can do.” I tease, almost mockingly, before teleporting behind him. But he’s ready for it, dodging my feathery attack while launching his own counter. I jump back, putting us both right where we started.

Dropping the pillow, I broaden my stance and stomp the ground forcefully, tossing up a few small stones into the air. With a few quick jabs, the stones fly towards him; two make contact. “Hit. Hit.” Sensing an opening, he closes in, but I move backwards gracefully, bending water from the earth to deflect his blows. I flick my fingers. “Hit,” and again “Hit,” the water splashes against his face.

Clearly flustered, he fights water with water, pulling it from the earth as I had done. But I capture it in the air, whipping it around in a gust of wind: “Hit.” And that was that. He walks over to congratulate me on my win, sword still in hand, but then I remember, That was only six. Before he can end it in a single blow, I teleport into a flanking position and strike him with another pebble, sealing my victory and fulfilling my pledge...

05.13.2012

Carrot and Anderj101 (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I took 6mg of Melatonin last night, set the alarm to wake me up around 3.5-4 hours of sleep.

I had the alarm wake me up another time after that, and I typed up this dream in the mean time before going back to sleep to wait for the second one to ring.

At first, it seems that I'm the only one in the backyard of a random house, but both my father and mother were there, they were just in different areas of the garden. It's really bright outside, but I don't necessarily feel too hot.

There's this huge tree stump that I'm walking on, and I'm wondering when we're going to get out of this place. There's a random female dream character walking back and forth on the other side of the gate, which was kind of weird for me. I believe she had dark brown hair,but didn't get to see her face sadly.

The place has fairly high grass, almost reaching to the top of your ankles. The dream shifts to where I'm on top of some really green hill with someone who probably is my father. He's wearing shades, and we're looking over at some people below.

It's still a bit bright outside in the dream, and the area almost looks the same as the place near my apartment, except that there's a really huge peak somewhere in the middle this time. Some people look familiar, one person on the bottom looks like Anderj101, and I don't know what they're doing, but it looks like they're waiting for something to happen in the mean time.

I told my father that these are people I know on the forums...

Shit....are you kidding me? He wouldn't even be the last person I would tell ever about this forum, but I said it without feeling hesitant, so this is all the work of my sporadic non-lucid state of mind. He didn't really take what I said too seriously, probably to respect my own business.

Then the dream shifts a bit to where I see this girl that looks like Ashley M--almost said her name (for personal reference: girl with light brown hair at A&M)....Anyway, Ashley wanted to get some guys to help her carry a mattress I'm assuming. It looks an awful lot like mine, dark blue, and having a gray bottom.

I decide to randomly join in with carrying the mattress. It wasn't too heavy, and it was pretty small for a mattress, so I don't know why she would need 4 guys to carry it. Anyway, me and 3 other random guys carry the mattress while moving forward in a completely different environment.

It seems like the setting is early morning, or early evening with the sun fairly close from being out of sight. The guys helping me carry the mattress, one by one, start to take their hands off it, and I'm still holding it awkwardly.

It takes me a while to realize this, and then I tell and yell at time a bit, not too loud, just out of surprise. One I believe started to laugh a little bit, but I didn't see their faces, just the back of their heads.

They started to run, and I started to run as well. It takes me a while to be cognizant that I'm still holding on to the mattress, and then I put it on the top of my head, and started dashing for those guys for being silly and not helping me out.

I realized that they were basically useless, and I could take care of holding it myself. I believe I dropped the mattress at some point in this moment of running.


Then, another dream shift, I'm in a fairly busy area, and most of the dream characters are Asian.

(Just using this to remember how rushed the dream felt at this point)

I didn't notice this yet, but I was holding my pillow on my left hand, and running like crazy looking for Carrot (DV member). Dodging people and trying not to cause too much of a scene, I finally see Carrot running as well.

I don't know exactly why she's running, but as I'm running, I notice something barking, and I turn my face to the left, while still running, and see a black and brown dog.

It had a mix of a German Shepherd, and the face of The Sulimov Dog. Basically, a hybrid between Lapponian Herders and Turkmen golden jackals

It didn't seem to be after me, but rather, a companion? I ignore it, unfortunately, since it was a brief moment and was too concentrated on why Carrot is running so quickly.

I take advantage of my environment with a fair amount of people walking in a city by blending in with the crowd, still maintaining a steady run after her. I see Carrot finally decides to take a break and walk a bit, and she turns to her left to see if whoever is chasing her is gone.

She looks relaxed, and then turns her head back in front to walk. I come in casually, like nothing didn't even happen, and told her while having my hand on her left shoulder about something related to me and her having a party before I have to leave and go back home.

The dream shifts to where I'm sitting down with a blonde female to the right of me at a restaurant, but I only recognized her hair with peripheral vision, and I didn't seem too interested in the table I'm sitting next to her.

The reason being was that I was seeing that the dream was going to fade a little bit, and it sucks that I didn't get to see the face of the blonde to the right of me.....damn it lol, dream signs of blondes are getting a lot more frequent now.

And I'm not even picking out random blondes, she was RIGHT there next to me, sipping on some kind of beverage. I believe she was also wearing a strapless Khaki dress, but it looked a little bit lighter in material, so that's the best thing I can associate with it, not really keen on the fashion stuff for women.

And I noticed that the table cloth had red and white squares, but I didn't pay too much attention to that.

I believe I was talking to someone in front of me, and even though the speech was diluted a bit, signaling a dream fading or something of the sort, I could tell that I didn't really want to engage in the conversation in the first place.

The interesting part of this dream is that as I typed it up in a Dream Journal program, I was looking for breeds of police dogs on Wikipedia, and the Sulimov Dog was the BEST match for the face of the dog that I saw in the dream.

And it's a Russian dog too (I think?), seems either it came to light in the dream because I read an entry of Sinoblak's where she met Eva and her playing Russian music (Eva that is), or it came as a coincidence.

I don't think that's mere coincidence, homologous association at least, but not coincidence....because my mind likes to associate a few things late at night rather than during the day, sometimes.

And another interesting thing was me holding a pillow. I never held a pillow before in my dreams....ever, at least, all the ones that I recalled. I wonder if it's because I watched the commentary and walk-through of "Catherine" for the XBOX-360/PS3 on YouTube.

Spoiler for Vincent in Catherine:

Spoiler for Random stuff about Catherine the video game:

The main character holds a pillow solving these complex puzzle schemes in order to get out from an nightmare. Following that logic, if the person dies in the dream, they die in real life. It was a really funny game to watch, especially with the commentator named "theRadBrad."

It's a cool game related to dreaming, succubus, 8 endings to it, and some really really really stressful puzzle sequences, it's a good scare just trying to finish those levels, at least what I saw from the commentator playing, but it's a good experience either way for people who like a lot of difficulty.

And the endings themselves, it's funny what options Vincent has between picking Katherine, his long time lover, or Catherine, a succubus who comes into waking life realm in order to seduce men and.....you know, what succubus do.

I think both females are hot.....anyway....random insight.


Catherine:



Katherine


Imagine waking up seeing the blonde one in your bed, and knowing the bottom one is your girlfriend, and then realizing both names sounded the same....yeah, would be kind of stressful for any guy.

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05.13.2012

Talking to Carrot (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I decided I should sleep for 1-2 hours, I didn't really expect a lot to happen in that time, but it was good practicing to listening for the alarm though.

When the alarm started to ring, I kept my body still, and dozed off to sleep was I was trying to recall the dream I had before it woke me up.

All I remember is that I'm talking to Carrot, and probably someone else as well.

Wednesday April 24, 12. 11:15pm 6am

Jess had her baby and I wanted to give her a blanket, and I figured since I was in town I might has well get my pillow and blanket lining fixed. I told jess I was going to get my blanket fixed and then I’d be over. She was fine with it, so I brought my blanket and pillow to the sewing shop. They looked at it and grabbed the pillow, I watched the sewing machine do all the work. When it was done I liked what I saw. Then they started on the blanket, it took a lot longer. I was very happy with the finished result. I was off to give jess the blanket.-End Dream-

Second Dream-

I had all my homework done and I was off to college. I got to my English class and the classroom was rearranged. Some of the table and chairs were on the ceiling and some were turned away from the front of the class. I thought it was a little weird and wondered why they set the room up like this; it will make it harder to learn. The teacher was talking, but I couldn’t understand her and I was spacing off here and there. She asked me something, but I didn’t hear her. She asked me again and I told her I couldn’t understand her, she got mad at me so I handed her one of my essays. That made her happy. Then she asked me another question and I still had no idea what she said so I just handed her another essay, then she became extremely happy. Everything stared to become blurry my eyes started to hurt, I couldn’t see. Everything started to darken and just before I blacked out, I fell to the floor. –End Dream-

Thoughts-

my dreams are becoming more colorful and vibrant, i am remembering more and i'm starting to notice weird things. BOOYAH!

04.23.2012

Looking for a Pillow cover (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside of a store, and I'm talking to this female employee, she looks like she's an employee, and she's being fairly annoying towards me.

I don't know if she's doing it to mask what she really feels for me, but it starts to irritate me a little bit. I don't know what she was doing with me, but my father comes in and assumes that I was flirting with her.

He starts smiling at me, and leaves me with the girl. I try to convince him that I'm not flirting with her, but he's still smiling and presuming I am. After that, I look around the store a little bit more, and there's quite a few people in it looking around.

The store overall is kind of weird, I think you could use a washer somewhere on the sides, because I do remember someone trying to take their clothes out of some kind of machine. Then I realized that one of those shirts had to be mine.

It was a maroon shirt with logo of the university's name I go to on it. It takes a while, but the man moves the shirt a little bit out of the pile, and I see a ripped hole near the top right chest region on the shirt.

I told the man that is my shirt because I know there was a hole on one of mine in waking life, but he quickly responds back to me that he had a hole in his as well. That leaves me in an awkward position, and I have to let it go.

(I believe the hole was actually on the left side in waking life instead of the right, kind of a minor thing, but still, if I was that serious with all day awareness, that could've made me lucid instantly!)

Then I tried pumping my pillow I think?? It was no use, the pillow, or whatever it was I was pumping was constantly deflating, then I decided I should buy a new pillow and cover. I believe my mother was walking with me on the right when we got out of the store.

When I told her I'm going to buy a pillow and cover, she complains about something, but I try to ignore it.

Then as I'm going to the other store, I see my father in a vehicle, but he's looking at something else from another angle, he's sitting parallel from our view, and I quickly go inside of the store before he gets the chance to see the other side.

I don't know why I'm worried about him finding us though. I go inside the store, and I think me or someone said "Howdy!"

(Wait.....I would only say that at the university....not a store...unless it was a store within the area...).

There was an Asian man as a cash register along with a black female as well. They looked cheerful overall, but probably because the store didn't have many people, so they just appreciated whoever came.

Then there's a female employee who is headed her way to me and asks me if I needed any help. I told her that I'm looking for a decent pillow cover. She acknowledges my response, and turns around for me to follow her. She shows me one that's black, but it's too girly because it was some weird stickers or some kind of girly girly stuff on it, no thank you, next item please.

She goes to the front of the store, and tries to pick some random pillow cover, but I can't remember anything after that.

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04.23.2012

What's Cooking (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside of a random house with my father......and even my mother. The house is fairly wide, and the walls I believe had a slightly darker due of canary yellow.

Both of them are cooking something in the kitchen, and I go over to see what it was.

Kind of a boring dream...

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04.23.2012

Playing with a Black and White Cat (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I only remember resting on the floor, and some random image of a transparent and empty water bottle appears in the air.

Things get pitch-black for a moment, and I can see all the edges and curves from the water bottle. I think I was moving it around, either with my mind or with some kind of device.

Some cat was attracted to it, and I basically spent the entire dream trying to make the cat do random things while it was trying to catch an invisible water bottle.

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04.23.2012

Climbing Rooftops (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I can't remember a lot from this, but I believe it starts out with me hanging on the edge of a rooftop and getting on top of it. Once I'm there, the rooftop is pretty big, and it's slanted as well.

There are some random people throwing water down the rooftop to prevent me from getting inside the house. I had to do a bit of dodging, and I honestly don't know how I'm doing it, but I'm just going with what happened.

I think I finally get inside the house, and I see some random people inside, forgot what I did after that.

mon February 13th 2012
0:00-5:00 ; 5:00-9:00

All in all, a rather special night to look back to.

1. I've been playing on the computer the whole night up until 7 am. My mom walks into my room and tells my dad I haven't gone to bed all night. I mention something about needing rubber bullets from my mathbook to play the game. My dad gets really upset, comes into my room and starts hitting me with the mathbook while I'm in bed. At the last hit I scream (irl) "AAIEE" and wake up.

This was a vague one
2. Me, my dad, mom and brother exit the subway. We cross the street, my brother is looking straight at his phone not noticing the car driving by him. There was no real threat to get hit, but we all freak out at him anyways. We blame the phone and take it away from him.

3. I'm making out with some girl on her bed when her pillow suddenly catches fire. It's glowing like charcoal with an occasional flare of fire. We try to smuther it and continue to make out. The fire pops up again and we rince-repeat. Then we try to dig down to the root of the problem. Seems like there is a half-opened computer case short circuiting under her bed. It's burning. We smuther that fire too. I mention "it would be easier just to cut the wiring to prevent the short circuit", she says "that might have been dangerous".

1. I'm engaged in a massive pillow fight at the old research station. All of the fellow researchers are there, along with a couple of high school chums. After a while, I jog off into the dark to explore, where I meet one of the researchers, E.D.

2. I run onto the Cincinnati ballpark's right field. No one seems to act immediately; the announcers booms out, "They don't tell us this shit." I make an arc to center field, where there's a wall and a door that lead out to the river. A burly black security guard with glasses makes a move to stop me, but I easily maneuver out of his way. I vault the wall and head for the door. The guard appears again; this time he actually grabs me and I'm forced to punch him. My getaway vehicle is a Burger King delivery car.

3:43 AM

Working in a wide hallway with childhood friend Thad. Note: Thad is now working at an automation company I currently interviewed at. Our task was to take a rolling cart down the hallway. Note: The rolling cart is just like the ones that we used to roll around large machines around at my last job. They are made out of steal beams and large casters. they stand about 1.5' off the ground. Anyway the hallway has a simple yet frustrating set of traps. There are two large gates about 1' apart, then a large area with spikes coming up out of the floor, then two more gates. The gates are times so that as on comes up a little the other one closes and visa versa. We settles on taking either side and going for it. For some reason I used a couple pillow to help me slide underneath. We made it to the other side so we could stand up. the spikes couldn't reach the cart. John an old restaurant owner where I used to work was there and he was our foreman. Behind the next to gates was pitch black, maybe a wall.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a bedroom that had a window wall revealing a hallway like an office hallway. My boss may actually have been in or just beyond the hallway. Some thick, grey curtains were mostly drawn over the window. But there were still some places where people could peep in.

The bedroom was huge and it had a really big bed in it. I had a pillow that was as long as my body. I sat with my back to the foot of the bed and my knees drawn up to my chest, cuddling the pillow. I came up with a sexual fantasy with two lesbian women. I thought I'd act out the fantasy with the pillow.

For some reason my boss and a colleague of his came to the door. I opened the door a crack and said something or other to them. They walked away, but I wasn't sure they weren't coming back.

I got in bed with the pillow. I may have had some small device on which I could watch lesbian porn while I was acting out my lesbian fantasy on this pillow. But I was kind of afraid to get started. I didn't want my boss to come in and see me.

Dream #2

I was in a place that was like a college bookstore, a supermarket, and the children's section of the library all mixed together. The area was crowded with young people who were sitting at tables. I was sitting with a couple young guys.

This was something like the first or last day of classes of some kind. If it was the last day, we were also being prepared for the following year of classes. A woman was engaged in calling each of us out. She was on some kind of speaker system. She sounded nice, kind of young as well.

The woman called out some guy who sat at a chair and used a grocery store conveyor belt as a table. The guy was skinny, with pale, olive skin and a shaved head. He wore a grey and white striped hoodie. The woman said something about how the guy had gotten his last mark of development in 1999.

The guys at my table groaned a little. One of them said, "1999? What's that guy been doing for the past ten years?"

I looked down at the floor. I thought, Well that's not too different from my situation. I can't criticize the guy.

Dream #3

I was in a grocery store. I may have been with a couple of my "friends," who were Latino. One of them may have been wearing a red hoodie.

I went off by myself to find paper cups and plastic sipping lids. I seemed to have a lot of trouble finding them. I ran into a cute, blonde worker who wore a 1960s style store mini-dress and wore her hair up in a loose, 1960s style. I told the woman I couldn't find the paper cups. She said she'd help me find them.

We walked left down one aisle. Halfway down the aisle I saw the paper cups and plastic lids. I ran to them. There was only one sleeve left for each thing. I pulled them off the top shelf. Each sleeve appeared already to have been opened, and half the stuff was missing. But I figured this was good enough.

I thanked the girl, who was now Bridgette Bardot -- and naked (?). We had apparently worked on some films together, so we walked along the store aisles, talking about the times we'd had together.

As we walked along some back aisle, which opened out to more of a department store area, like a display of furniture, I started having touble with dates. It seemed like I was trying to pinpoint the start of Bardot's career, as if I had been there. But Bardot's career "had started" in 1967, which was a decade before I was born. It didn't make sense.

Dream #4

I was an attractive, blonde woman. I was naked and in a hotel room with a black man who was maybe in his forties. We had probably just finished having sex.

I walked out of the room. I was dressed and was with "some of my girlfriends." We were in some small, fluorescent-lit room, like a coffee break room. I was laughing with the girls about how I would have to break up with this guy now, and how I was afraid he would just think I was playing around with him.

I was back in the hotel room, naked. There were two beds, and only one table lamp was on. I lay on one bed, drinking from a bottle of Coke. It was a 20 oz., but I had for some reason also gotten a 16 oz. bottle. I lay on my stomach. The man was somewhere else, maybe in the bathroom, at first. But he walked into the room as I was talking.

I was trying to tell the man as nicely as I could that I didn't think we were made for each other. I eventually sat down on the floor between the two beds, trying to drink from both Cokes. The man sat down on the other bed. He was probably wearing boxers and big, nerdy glasses. He had black and grey hair.

The man already seemed to understand what I was getting at. He chuckled a little bit. He took both Coke bottles out of my hands. He stood them on the bed with him. I realized I hadn't shared any Coke with the man. The man looked at the bottles for a moment, then handed me the 20 oz. bottle, because it had less soda remaining in it.