Morning of August 18, 2017. Friday. I become aware that I am some sort of informal prison guard, yet I also apparently live with the prisoners, though atop a mostly featureless vertically-oriented rectangular prism with only a large mattress present. The size-orientation relating to perspective is oddly distorted, as the prisoners seem only about one-fourth the size they should be relative to distance. I do not really consider this distortion as such while in my dream. It is apparently my job, or at least my turn, to feed the prisoners who begin to gather far below. I have a large bag of chocolate Chex cereal. I throw down the pieces in small amounts as the prisoners gather to eat with their hands (as there are no bowls or silverware visible). Looking around, I notice a prisoner casually walking out a main door into a hall. I do not call out or say anything, though I am not fully sure of the situation. An unfamiliar female guard notices this but does not get to them in time, so I assume that the prisoner has escaped. This seems to happen again later with a different prisoner who goes through a door in another area, perpendicular to the first. In the last scene, a couple other prisoners are somehow atop the prism near me. I seem to be ready to sleep now. I feel the other male is a bit too close to me, but I do not say anything. He does not seem a threat, but his physical presence is somewhat intrusive. This seems partly based on our youngest daughter accidentally spilling part of a bowl of Coco Pops Chex cereal onto Zsuzsanna from above and behind prior to sleeping. Zsuzsanna immediately got up to have a shower and there were Coco Pops Chex pieces here and there on the way to the bathroom and in the bathroom. Still, an additional association may be because they are somewhat cushion-shaped (as a subliminal dream state indicator). There may also be some sort of connection between “prism” and “prison”, as they sound similar. Atypically, the personified unconscious seems to be the female prison guard - which is the opposite of the preconscious (though the unconscious does not usually appear to deliberately hold a dreamer in the dream state, which seems rather strange to me other than for circadian rhythms factors). This dream seems to otherwise move towards typical doorway waking symbolism (as did another dream of this date though also atypically), except that my emergent consciousness seems to be projected from a distance (“escaping” twice) due to my direct perspective (as the personified subconscious aka dream self) already perceiving that I am in bed and lying down atop the prism. Ambiguous multiplicity has occurred a number of times before in waking symbolism. This is certainly not the first time I have been elevated above the rest of my dream’s setting, which simply means that I am closer to waking in a rendering of liminal space (often with increased physical awareness as in this case). In this case, it is even more obvious as I am already “back in bed”.
Me and two other humans were captured by soldiers from another reality. They were gruff and rough, but their extreme care with us suggested that we were important prisoners. They look like Imperial drones, except that they were human-sized, more regularly jagged, and reddish. They each have one glowing, robotic yellow eye in the middle of their face. One of the prisoners, an old man, slipped from his bonds and in this reality transformed into an eldritch horrir. Me and the other prisoner was evacuated as the entities fought the monster with their form of guns. Our guards locked us in a spacious bunker, telling us that we'll be locked up in here until they deal with the monster, or reinforcement arrive. They told us that there were food and facilities in the bunker so that we will not go wanting. All in all, they were a lot nicer than most military guards, and they were faceless ersatz horrors from another world. I drifted in and out of sleep, and I felt the need to pee. I recall finding the toilet in the bunker, and I did reality checks and realized that I was dreaming. I woke up and I wanted to go pee, and before I could get up to use the toilet I was back in my dream again, being caught off-guard I was non-lucid and used the toilet. Luckily I didn't pee myself in real life!
25-03 Dream I was in my house, it was an evening. Sister was watching tv. I was sitting near a table with a laptop. I turned around and saw an old man in black jacket and a young, blonde woman with glasses - probably an assistant of the old man. I asked him "Are you Sapkowski?" (writer of The Witcher) - he confirmed, looked at the laptop and said "You've gotten quite far!" I looked on the screen and saw that there was a witcher game turned on. Then he said "We'll see how you'll do this!" and turned on a strange mini-game. I had to click as quick as I can, and the witcher was dancing and singing about monsters. I did quite good job. The old man asked about one of his books, I replied "I've never readen any of these, but my pal did. He's quite big fan of your writings". He said that he must leave now and went away. I caught up with him and asked if I can make a photo with him, to which he replied - "No." 26-03 First dream I escaped from the prison with others. We took over an important restaurant, where only important people ate. We waited for a judge that sentenced all of us to prison to appear. We took many guests, cooking like true masters and getting more and more cash. Other prisoners wanted to keep the restaurant and forget about the judge - I tried to persuade them to keep our current goal, but they didn't listened. With their leader I went to a freezer to fight with him. Second dream I was in some school, in the toilet. I was standing close to a mirror. I heard a voice "First they humiliated me, and then they killed me. I turn you into a monster, so you could fight these monsters back!". I looked into the mirror and saw that I have changed - my skin was gray and rotten, my teeth were rectangular and irregularly placed, my eyes were plain white and bulging out of eyesockets, I had a mushroom cap on top of my head. I knew where to look for them - a school trip that just went out. I ran through school, nobody minded a mushroom-zombie man running around. I went out - it was a rainy, cold afternoon. I saw them walking on the sidewalk, but there was a priest with them. I decided to go another way and catch them later, but I only met the priest who lost his way. It was close to sewer canals. There was a way to the rest of the group through a flat, but priest didn't wanted to enter it. We tried to go through canals, but there were rumors of horrible, terrifying monster living in there. I tore planks of the platform over a maintenance tunnel of sewers and entered it. Third dream. I was on a strange island. With other leaders we were sitting close to a round table, dividing our loot between us. I wanted to take my share in diamonds, but one of the leaders told that he's not going to share his loot. We started arguing, I looked at the island and saw that it's mostly devoid of resources, except for one cliff where I could see mineral veins. I said "Either we divide and plunder or start a war, and we both know that this island is devoid of hematite!" After we ended arguing, we started building our fortresses. I wanted to build my base in the mineral cliff, but just as I started, orcs build their base close to mine, claiming that we need to cooperate. All they did was disturb me in building my base.
I was with a group of prisoners. So I guess I was also a prisoner. We were walking in a maze that had the same interior design as a public bathroom. The place was very dimly lit. I turned a shower head on and the water was incredibly hot. I found a hallway that had lights coming from it. I was about to open a door that led to the lights when one of the other prisoners acted like he was gonna lock me in so I made him go first. Inside there was a projector showing Finding Nemo on the wall. There was no sound.
Morning of June 27, 2013. Thursday. In my dream, from my orientation and viewpoint, I seemingly remain a normal human being despite what my role is. I start out being in some sort of makeshift prison or refugee camp. There seem to be only men. The rooms are dirty as if the building had been abandoned long ago, at least for its original purpose, yet used for many years after as it is now seemingly not maintained. Two men bring a third angry-looking man up to me, a man holding each of the held man’s arms, one on each side of him and with both their hands. I do not like the situation. It is understood that even though I am not a part of the group (as most of them seem either Irish or English), my job is to get them all to safety in another country somehow. Still, that does not explain why this man is angry. Perhaps he does not want to escape with the others, or maybe he is a spy. There are some odd perceptual changes and scene shifts when I become more annoyed by my location, which seems to be a composite of a very dirty large open bathroom and gymnasium. There is something known about everyone getting out and all going to an area where it will be easier to get to the UK, which is where everyone is escaping to. I am unsure if the UK is their original home, or a place where they will all claim asylum. I am also unsure of what country or city we are in. At times, it seems that I am already in the UK relative to names of areas and later hearing members of the public who speak with a British accent. The actor Bruce Willis is in the refugee camp, appearing unkempt and desperate. He is not a main character; just a homeless person I see only in the background a couple times. I seem to be walking on my own later, yet somehow I am “carrying” all the other people from the refugee or prison camp. Not only am I supposedly a large ship, I am a large ship on land, moving fairly fast, yet still fully human of my normal size from my viewpoint, just running along, on my way to freedom, helping many others to get to safety. I stop at the edge of a steep bank of a larger river near a forest. An unfamiliar man and woman of about thirty or more, who appear to be English, point out where I should go (to my right) because that is the general direction of where the “Brit Rivers” are that will eventually lead “us” to freedom, apparently across the ocean, yet the name somehow also seems like a resort or hotel where they had stayed in the past. From my orientation, it seems I may actually be in Nova Scotia (Canada) and moving north, possibly in Sydney (not in Australia, but the Nova Scotia Sydney - some sort of confusion with the other Sydney, perhaps). It eventually seemingly turns out this refugee or prison camp was in Sydney, Nova Scotia (or somewhere just to the south) for some unknown reason (a vague backstory of England and Nova Scotia at war or dealing with too many refugees), and the plan is to get to the ocean north of Sydney and then swim east from there or, as a ship, to get to the UK. I am a walking human “boat” that is somehow “full of people”, yet again, still normal and human-sized and seemingly on my own. The most vivid part of my dream starts, with a few dangerous thrills, though I feel wonderful. I jump into the river, vividly feeling the cold water and motions and current - but the current takes me westerly and in the wrong direction - and at times, I barely keep above the surface. Eventually though, I end up going in the right direction. I vividly feel myself moving through the water, again, just barely above the surface at some points, though I am not actually struggling because, after all, I am apparently a boat and just being tossed around like a boat on the rough waves. There is one point when I move swiftly through tunnels a lot like the scene from “The Goonies” (from 1985), which is really thrilling but also a bit worrisome (somewhat claustrophobic and without certainty if it will come to a dead end with no way to get back - a sparsely recurring dream concept). I am then back moving through the ocean on my way to carrying all the escaped prisoners to either their old home or a new one.
Updated 08-14-2017 at 07:32 PM by 1390
Note: I've been back to having some good luck with my lucid dreams lately, so I have been going ahead and making more plans for the night. Tonight I had planned to meet Tigress in a dream related to Fallout 3, and maybe meet up with MoSh in a dream to do something fun instead of having to fight something all the time. I also have been keeping in mind that I brought a kid back from another dimension, her name is Dela, and she's about 10 years old and is currently unable to control her dark energy. I wasn't sure if I would be getting everything I had planned actually done, but I would definitely give it a shot. I used my light / sound machine to initiate a WILD… I was in the biodome, near the koi pond, sitting on the bench and staring out at the pond and watching the colorful fish. Since this was a WILD, I was already lucid, so it took me by surprise that I was far from alone there. There were people everywhere, though I didn't recognize any of them… I wondered if those were people looking for me to confirm I had seen them at the koi pond, but I figured that would unfortunately be impossible since there were so many of them there. I will take a shot at a couple brief descriptions, but I am not 100% sure of these memories… A woman, about 25 years old maybe, she had long blonde hair that was pulled back in a braid, she was wearing a long white top, jeans, and had a gold colored belt on… she also had some very interesting bracelets, gold bracelets with some very interesting patterns in them, one on each wrist, each one was about an inch wide. A man who looked about 19, maybe, he had short dark hair and was wearing a hat, a baseball hat that was blue, he had a black shirt on and some rather baggy jeans… Then there was one more person there that was cloaked in dark brown robes, looking like either a jedi or an Assassin, but due to the robes I couldn't see any other features. There were many other people, I remember no more details, though. So I got up and searched around for a bit until I found Tigress, who was sitting a bit farther off down a path and playing with a small fireball, she looked bored. She asked me what had taken me so long, she had been ready to go for the past ten minutes. I confirmed that we were going to a Fallout 3 world, and then opened a portal while focusing on that goal, I focused on finding a Fallout 3 world where there was something interesting we could do. A portal opened, then both Tigress and I went through it. We exited the portal into a desolate landscape that looked consistent with a post apocalyptic world, most of what I could see consisted of dead things and abandoned ruins. There was a structure not far off that looked like it was in use, I could even see figures moving around over there, so I figured that was where we needed to go. Tigress was clearly thinking the same thing, as she started off in that direction. I followed after her, getting a better view of the structure as we approached it. There were towers on either side of the main structure, and it appeared to be surrounded by tall fences or walls of some kind, the typical makeshift walls that are seen in Fallout 3. Tigress said to wait, she could take out those lookouts from there. She pulled a sniper rifle out of… um her ass? As I watched her pull the sniper rifle out I would have sworn she had pulled the gun right out of her ass. She took aim through the telescopic sight, and fired off four shots… I could barely see four figures falling, two from each of the towers… I wondered if they would be able to tell where the attack had come from. We approached the structure, due to the lookouts being dead, they weren't getting the advance warning they would have normally gotten. We paused again a bit closer to the compound, where Tigress sniped a few more enemies off of the main building between the towers. We approached the compound where there were two guards outside the main gate, and for the first time I got a good enough look to see they were super mutants, I got that look just as they were dying from a sniper bullet between the eyes, along with one that was just inside the gate, and by that time I was beginning to wonder if there was really any point in my being there at all. I might just have to go find some more enemies so I would have something to kill… Inside the gate, there were two ways to go, left and right, and both directions looked about the same. There was a guard visible in each direction, Tigress shot both of them with an assault rifle she had pulled out of her ass… then she said we should go right. I said she could go right, I would go left, or I might not get to kill anything on this trip. She looked at me strangely, then headed off to the right while I went left. There wasn't a shortage of enemies to that side of the structure, I was attacked as soon as I reached the corner where the first mutant had been, the mutant that ambushed me from around the corner got immediately sliced in half by my Witchblade sword. At least I was going to get to kill something now. There was another enemy at the next turn in this path, he was firing a combat shotgun at me, or that's what I thought it was. I somehow instinctively knew where to move my Witchblade sword to intercept each of the bullets, which was proving very frustrating to the mutant since I was able to just walk right over to him and remove his head. I was being fired at from above, and I was able to block his bullets with my sword as well, I focused on it and adjusted the angle of my sword… and somehow managed to send a bullet back at him, which I knew wouldn't have been possible anywhere but in a dream… but for here it worked. There were four more enemies in the path I had taken, all of them got cut open and killed, then I finally met Tigress around the back side of the building. We both went into the building, here it wasn't so easy for Tigress to snipe everything in sight before I could kill anything, so she was using a combat shotgun, I decided to follow suit since that is one of my preferred weapons in the game. We made our way down the main hall, taking out enemies that seemed to come from nowhere, they were coming from side passages which we were ignoring. There was a stairway at the end of the hall that descended down into the ground, where we took out the last couple of mutant guards and found there were a large number of prisoners. The prisoners were a mixed bunch, there were quite a few humans, some ghouls, and some that looked like the mutants but they weren't hostile, they seemed quite friendly. So we opened the prison cells and started letting the prisoners out, some of them seemed too surprised to move, others came out and were thanking us, still others were checking to see if the mutant guards were really dead. I guess the fact the heads had been exploded by combat shotgun blasts wasn't convincing enough. I was thinking it might be time to get out of the place when I looked around and realized that the people checking on the mutants had not been at all concerned that their enemies might get up and start killing again, they had been claiming weapons from the dead mutants, and now they were aiming at the rest of us, one of them said something about getting a nice reward for this shipment of slaves… Those double crossing assholes, that immediately pissed me off, which was very clear when I shot a tendril of Witchblade out to pierce the throat of each of the assholes before they even realized what was happening. There were five bandit slavers, five tendrils from Witchblade, five surprised assholes grasping at gaping holes in their necks as they quickly bled out. This is the last scene I remember before I woke.
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