Aids: 1/8 tea peppermint oil WBTB Methods: MILD - non lucid dream re-entry Morning Supplements: 2 super B complex at lunch Sleep Quality: Good Abducted 4:44am The first part is vague. I am in a public bathroom and two men in tan trench coats corner me. One looks like a supervisor from work and the other look like another guy at work. The next thing I remember is I am in a type of concentration camp. The world is gray and lifeless. The sky is dark and over cast. The vegetation is dead and dying. I am with a group of people. Their clothes are worn and tattered and colorless. (black and or gray) I look and see an bird like a hawk or eagle carrying a vividly bright red ribbon. It drops it down by an old and worn out wooden outhouse. I am told that this is all we are allowed to wipe with this red ribbon. It seems that it is an intentional insult that the only bright and colorful thing in the world is to be used to wipe with. I pick it up and wonder how this is supposed to work out. It looks awfully thin. #Why am I obsessed with poop and bathrooms? I hear a noise and see myself a several yards away. I am making a crazy face at myself and sounding like I am crazy or mentaly ill. I hear the noise from another direction and again it is a version of me going crazy. Then again from another direction. I look away and know that I must be hallucinating. I look away. For some reason I think that we are suffering form radiation poisoning. I see something like a magical opening into a bright and colorful world. It looks like the inside of a Wal-Mart. A way out is there before us and no one takes it? I say "screw it" and run as fast as I can toward the opening. I wonder why no one is following me. Then I remember that for some reason we people leave they cannot survive. They are too used to the radiation and die without it. I tell myself, "I don't care if I die, one way or another I am getting the hell out of here!" I run through Wal-Mart and outside into an open field. I don't feel any ill effects. In fact I feel great. I think maybe I was not there long enough and it is different for me. I look back and see the two men are almost upon me. I notice I have my cell phone still. They only let me have because it was useless where I was but now I can use it. As I am running I try to send a text to my wife. I can get it to work and I can't see while running. Then I think to call her. I look in my contacts and they are all her contact and all look identical with her picture. I just pick the first one and hope it works. I think I will tell her to call the police and get me a lawyer because I want to prosecute these people and help the others. All the time I am doing this I am running around the two men and dodging their grasp. As I put the phone to my ear I wake up. #I use MILD and fall into non lucid dream. #The next part is very vague Abducted Continued 5:30AM I am now sitting at a bar with a drink with some people I know. Its like I was telling the story about how I was captured and got away. I tell them how I hope those men never find me. And the authorities never found out anything useful. The alarm clock wakes me up.
This is a weird, kinda gross dream, not only because it involves furry sex, but me puking near the end from the sight of monkey poop. Anyways, here we go. The World of Furries I portrayed this sort of world as a video game of sorts, though it seemed real for the most part. Nonetheless, I wasn't human. Not at all. I was some sort of lizard... bird thing, and there was this island that we went to, and it was somewhat small, though it could fit around 30 people I'd like to think. I took a small boat to this island, and when I got there, other's were partying, and they were animals to. In fact, I don't think there was a single human in the crowd. Eventually though, I met up with this fox chick and somehow in very quick events, we swooned each other to the point of her giving me oral sex, which was incredibly awkward now that I've come to think of it. I kept coming back to this island, wanting more sex from her, and I got it, though it was always her just giving oral sex, and my supposed penis looked quite human considering, and she always stayed clothed no matter what. Though, as much as I wanted to keep coming back to this island, there was water. I have an immense fear of the ocean, and of course, that leads to bad things. The Problem With Water I was going to the island again, except I was scared out of my wits only now for some reason, because I was in the middle of the ocean. I fell off the boat for some reason or another, and I was underwater, and boy was I scared, horrified even. I began to get used to it after a while though, seeing as though I could breathe underwater for some reason, though that would all change when I suddenly stumbled upon two large and round sea monsters that began heading my way. I swam fast up to the surface, and what do you know, I was at the island again! Suddenly though, I was in real life, my dad's apartment. This was all on a computer, and though I don't remember what I was doing, I was trying my hardest to hide this computer from the rest of them, and they were all starting to get suspicious, I could tell. I went to my mom's house, which is how the next part starts. The Horror-Fest My dad came to my mom's house with me and my brother, which would be completely unlikely in real life, though my mom's house on the inside was actually a large station for trains or subways, but I continued on anyways. There was a large auditorium where a bunch of square like bath-bed mixes stood. They would hold no more than one person, and even then they would have to maneuver themselves to sleep because they were so small. I took my place, which was at the far left corner of the room (yeah, thanks mom) and I was suddenly nude and in a bath, lathering myself with a lot of damn soap. There was a young woman in front of my bath though, and she was beautiful. She had long, feathery black hair and a natural, mystic looking face with tan skin. I was in love with her, though I strangely didn't try to get a peek at her goods, despite her nudity. I went on cleaning, until I decided to get out, which I then had clothes on. I went to the bathroom, which was exactly how the bathroom at my mom's house looks like. I took a dump, though I was constipated. I simply couldn't poop. There was a TV in the bathroom, it was playing some sort of animal channel about monkeys. I tried to simply take the poop out manually with toilet paper, and it got all over my hands. I looked at the TV and thought my hands were covered in monkey poop, which is when I looked down at the trash can next to my toilet and vomited an orange, solid mushy substance. I washed my hands and left, even though I was still constipated. I went back into the tub room and just wait. Soon enough, I was back in the station room again, and from there my dad was chatting with a few other people, talking about how there's going to be a lot of screaming and scaring tonight. One of the men made a joke about another person in the room. My dad did this screeching laugh that scared the hell out of me, and my brother suddenly was next to me, only saying "Looks like he's the screamer..." he said. That was the last i remember of it.
I slept for maybe about two or three hours? And the entire time, I kept waking up. I was being "possessed" by something in my dream as I was trying to dream? And I was letting it possess me so I was helping out with a spell. But I kept saying the wrong spell, waking up, and restarting. I woke up probably around 20-40 times. I think the spell was to actually keep me dreaming, rather than letting me be possessed. But they could be interpreted as the same thing. That's all. Oh, and I started taking new uh... supplements and if I have weird dreams again tonight then it's probably because of them.
I don't remember anything. I'm beginning to lose hope in all of this. Beginning to lazy out a bit too. Maybe I need a break.
Kumara's Dreams 09/05/2011 Monday morning Identity crisis I was talking to a DC named Neale. He was tall, lanky, blonde and kind of shaggy-looking. He was shuffling around, spacey, telling me how he was having a lot of trouble staying grounded lately, he was experiencing core identity-level issues. I offered some advice for getting grounded, and saying that what I do is say, “I am Sunya, I am grounded”, which, not only was bad advice, I don't really do that, and I could tell it felt bad so I backed off. He laid down on “Bryan Taylor's” bed, a raggedy twin-sized bed with a white wood frame. I walked over to a bookcase in the room, and saw some very elegantly bound books displayed on the way, and realized they were very early original books of the Illuminati. Under them was a container of some sort, I don't know what it contained or really what it looked like. My mindset was, “I wonder if I could sell this?” so I wasn't in the right frame to explore anything deeper apparently...*sigh*... Poop on the porch Fragments of living with my son and his former roomie B. Something about an undercover electronic thieves operation looking to score $65,000 and I was telling whoever involved that it was tying up resources (internal?). Went out on the porch, which was off of my room, and actually just some carpeted flooring jutting off the room...it was covered with dog poop, dead mice, and a couple of dead or nearly-dead chipmunks. I was telling my son and B to clean it up and stop letting the dog poop on the porch, when there was all these woods around. Gross. Boat rescue I was standing on a balcony overlooking water, the ocean or a lake I'm not sure. This is fuzzy, there was an inflatable boat with two women in it. I might have been tossing the boat over the balcony again and again..or..I'm not sure what. The boat sank repeatedly, and I kept pulling it back up to the surface. Eventually I pulled the boat up and out of the water and the two women up next to me. I suspended the boat off the side of the balcony and said something about how you could just deflated it and stick it in your pocket now.
I am walking somewhere, wearing jeans, freeballing it. I fart. No, I sharted. Did I? I grab the back of my jeans. Shit. My cousin, Ciera, says, "Something fell out of your pants." [I]OH MY GOD. I AM MORTIFIED![/I] I turn around. I see some things on the ground. She picks them up. "Your wallet and your keys." Ok.... "Oh, and there's a poop on the ground too." I see what looks like a spiral doggy doo. I pooped my pants! But, wait, my fart was so powerful it made my wallet and keys fall out? Did those things come out of my butt?
I was with my cousin, Abbey, in her car. We were driving on this wacky road that reminded me of MarioKart. We got to this pet store/vet's office and I put a small fish bowl I was holding up on the counter. I got this implanted memory of me feeding my fish its own poop because I thought it might be nutritious. I realized that this was a stupid idea and was ashamed as I put the bowl up on the counter. I asked the lady if my fish were going to die. There were a few brightly coloured pink and green goldfish in my bowl, and a layer of poop was on top. Another implanted memory: they didn't eat it so I put more in their to try and get them to eat it. The vet looked at me dissapointedly and my face burned. i felt like I was younger than i really was. She said that i could just leave my fishes here for the week and she would take care of them and nurse them back to health. I brightened up and thanked her, then asked where a bathroom was. I wanted to wash my hands because I had been touching the tiny poo. She pointed to a place in the hall. I knocked on the door and it was occupied, so started to wait, but then I turned and saw that the back half of the office was a house. There was a bedroom and an enourmous, beautiful bathroom. I peeked into the bedroom and saw a man who I assumed to be the lady's husband straightening his tie. I thought that he wouldnt mind and dashed into the bathroom. I remember this the most vividly for some reason. The whole bathroom was a color scheme of cream, beige, and light brown. It was tile floors and tile walls, and a small tile shower with a nice green curtain. There was a huge window and I looked out and it was so dark I couldnt see a thing. This made me terrified and my heart raced. I tried not to look at the window, and ran up to the bathtub to wash because the sink was closer to the window. i heard the man leaving his room, so i ran out the room and out the door. I met up with Abbey and my crazy Aunt, who were at a clothing store. Abbey was walking out, trying on hats and scarves and boots and modeling for her mom. I wanted to try too, but apparently I was too little and nothing was in my size, and the big hats looked stupid on me, so I dissapointedly sat down to watch. After a while, Abbey and I got back into her car and drove to her house. This part was too fuzzy, so I'll skip it. We began to drive back to the pet store. I was, oddly, in a second car. This time I was sure we were playing MarioKart. I tried to follow Abbey but ended up missing a ramp, and a few powerups. There was a ramp, however, that you could take if you missed the first one. If you went really fast, it curved up and shot you backwards onto the other ramp. I went up it, but then I lost conrtol of the car, like something else was taking it over. It started riding the very edge of the ramp. Then I got back control but the car fell off into some grass. I wasn't very good at backing up, so I tried to turn around. There were some huge boulders, and then after that it dropped off into nothingness. There was suddenly a minimap, like in WoW, and I saw that the place beyond the boulders was off the map. I got very scared and quickly turned around, but by this time, I was hopelessly lost. After trying to find the pet store for a while longer, I woke up.
First thing I remember is something about a war but thats it. Later I dreamt about a being in the grounds of a gallery in the town that I grew up in (this town has to be a dream sign for me since I don't live there any more). We were trying to sneak onto the lawn to get something like we were on some kind of mission. As we got there 3 staff members noticed us 1 came over to us and directed us into the gallery and gave me a specific number (191 I think?). When we entered the gallery there was a large oval display of different people on paper facing outward that you could walk around, the room was quite crowded and I realized that I'm here to find my ancestor on the cards, they were all numbered. At first I thought I was looking for a great or great great grandmother but when I found the right display it was my great or great great grandfather. He kinda looked like me with darker hair and a sweet pointy mustache . The dream ended, faded or I don't remember what happened next (maybe the war???) Just a snippet of me sitting with some friends and family with a car behind some of their backs, my mom and 2 others try to sneakily push the car away to surprise those with their backs turned. They push to hard and my mom is left trying to stop the car crashing into a wall at the last minute she jumps into the trunk to avoid injury. I jump up infuriated shouting at my mother and the other 2 for being idiots. I turn my attention to the 2 people who didn't help her try stop the car especially the snooty lady who is a mixture of people I know. I'm shouting about how my mother recently had an operation and how bad trying to stop the car alone was for her and that it could have caused permanent damage. The old lady tells me the operation was months ago that just gets me more mad. The dream fades or ends... This is a slightly weird one: We're on a family vacation in Swaziland at a weird old fashioned hotel. Assorted family members are there. At 1st I'm angry with my wife for not letting me bring my bike because my brother has his there. Our car is randomly getting repaired. I go upstairs to our room and there is a random guy lying on our bed in my robe, he's had a bath and now he's realxing I suspect him of stealing our stuff and grab my robe from him while he dresses in a hurry, as he leaves I notice some of my stuff in the robe pockets and realize that he's stolen stuff. I yell to my brother to stop him and he does, I run down stairs and grab him I try to throw him down but he's stronger than he looks and he takes me down with him. On the ground I punch him hard in the face and overpower him and recover my stuff. I go upstairs and sit on the seating in the hall, I need to use the bathroom and suddenly realize that somehow I've pooped behind the seat that I'm sitting on . I'm very embarrassed so I run to our room to get some TP to try clean it up, while in the bathroom I decide to poop in the toilet. Suddenly 3 of my current friends are in the bathroom while I'm still pooping, it's kinda weird and their is some male nakedness , I chase them out and suddenly there is a bunch of people in the hotel room, the bathroom door is still open as well as the hotel room door to the hallway. My wife is there so I yell for her to get rid of everyone, I yell at everyone else to, no-one seems to listen. Them some people take a video from the hallway of me pooping. I rush over to them and grab their laptop, I threaten to throw it into the toilet but don't. I follow them yelling how angry I am and demanding an apology or some remorse, they are brushing me off and laughing, eventually I threaten to speak to their employers and sue I think I woke up at this point. I'm starting to realize that I've dreamt a lot about the town where I grew up so that may be a possible Dream Sign Also I have not even been close to doing a RC in a dream my only LD was due to a false awakening - got lots of work to do any help in this regard would be appreciated
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