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I am looking at a house for rent with Melissa. It looks like it is in the South Meadows area. It looks nice and fairly inconspicuous from the street, but when we get inside I am really impressed. There are nice wood floors and two levels. The stairs end in a little landing that overlooks the first floor. I open the back doors, stepping onto a patio that is unenclosed and almost flush with the surrounding marshland. The sun is setting, filling the clouds with a cotton candy pink that contrasts beautifully with the winter blue of the sky. This coupled with the reflections in the water creates a beautiful, peaceful scene that I feel immersed in. Back inside, I express to Melissa how much I like this place. I was thinking the rent was $1,800, but when we step out front I see a paper taped to a window that says $3,800. I tell Melissa, but I think she already knew. Kris now appears and says something about a family just moving in or out - out, I think. We then follow her into her house which is right over here. The inside seems fairly simple, yet homey.

Morning: (somewhere along 5am-7am)

I was staying in a mansion of sorts. Reminds me somehow of Victorias. There was very white pug that wants to be scratched on the belly. I was waiting for someone or some people. There were cars. The place feels familiar from another dream.

Afternoon-Evenng: (around 5pm-7pm)

I was looking for something. I ended up near or on the old place I was renting (doesn't look like it IRL). Some people are renting the place. I needed to get something there or do something. A massage? I went in. Lico was there? It wasn't him at first. There are two other rooms. One room was for business. I asked for the price. I got an answer but forgot it immediately. It was a decent, big office but mostly empty. I thought it'd be great to have the center there. It's in Mandaluyong.

I went in. It was dark but not blinding dark. Just no light but I can see a bit. The landlady(?) handed me the papers but gave it to Lico first for checking. I asked again about the rent. I think I mentioned 18k, but I think she scoffed. I told Lico I'll just ask her when she's not busy since she seems to be going about. I left along with the others. I thought about how nice would be to stay in that place. Then I realized everybody left, and the place would be empty. I wondered if it's for rent now, and if I can get a discount. That would be nice: a place all for me.

We walked down the stairs and along the street. It was evening, and it felt more like a medieval evening with its cobblestone sidewalk, not the light-filled evening of Metro Manila. It's reminiscent of a 3 a.m. Manila. Mostly quiet, few people about. A hint of danger.

We kind of got separated, some of us walking with others. I was kind of in the middle. In the back, I saw two of ours (a male and a female) approach another (a couple of males). The approached male reminds me of a BL actor. They were all wearing black suit/pants/dress. We continued walking.

We somehow ended up near the shore. And then I noticed that some of our group that went ahead are walking and almost drowning in the water. They just kept walking. Some of us realized and helped them. However, an old man and an old woman are already dead, and somehow both naked.

Somehow it seems that some of us were possessed or pretended to be possessed and killed them. One guy in particular was walking and I felt like kicking him in the face. Not sure if he was lying. It was daytime then.

Morning of October 6, 2014. Monday.



In my dream, I am lying in a (unfamiliar) bed, seemingly after an implied in-dream “sleep”. I am not sure of the time, but I think it is at night, though it is seemingly morning at the end of my dream (a typical lack of dream continuity or coherence). To my left is a male (once a drug addict but also a former coworker) named Don K, who I have not seen at all in about thirty years (and last I heard he was committed for an attempt on his parents’ lives among other things related to drug abuse). The room I am in is actually the pinhead’s, Leonard S, at the south end of the King Street boarding house. The bed is out from the east wall (Tenth Street side) but closer to the north wall, a place a bed had never been in reality (at least during the time I lived in the building). Donald seems to be sleeping but having some sort of spontaneous arm and leg movement.

After a time, an arm and hand comes through the window from outside (being a repeat of a scene from a different recent dream) - supposedly from a person standing on the Tenth Street sidewalk. This is not possible (in reality), as the room is on the second floor as well as the window having a screen, but that rationalization does not even begin to form in-dream (being typically impossible “nonsense” with the mind’s logistic and analytical abilities seemingly not functioning at all). I am not sure whose hand it is, but my brother Dennis shows up soon, so there may be a chance it was him but I do not ask him about it. He had rode his bicycle to the house (from the south I think, possibly from the smaller grocery store). The area of the room to the north is more open than in reality, more like a lobby of sorts, with only a partial wall dividing the space that would be a hallway in reality. The whole area is quite bigger than in real-life and looks more like the living room downstairs.

My brother sits down in a chair on the north side of the bed. I am not clear on what he is talking about. Don continues to flop his arms and legs around, becoming a more annoying presence. There is something about a “virtual girl” in a magazine and she has aspects of a young version of my wife (though I have no in-dream memory of the last thirty years of my life at this point). Her imagery is set out in a sequence of (upright) playing-card-sized panels in the magazine (vaguely reminiscent now when awake of an older dream with actual playing cards) but I am not even sure if Dennis is aware of the magazine or if it is some sort of dream within the dream trying to formulate and “take over” my original dream.

Dennis leaves, I believe by my becoming annoyed with him for some reason and telling him to go, but he tiptoes out as quietly as possible so that the landlady will not know he is there. However, as he is tiptoeing and walking stealthily, he still somehow makes a lot of clomping noises that sound quite loud and echo throughout the entire building as if amplified through loudspeakers or intercoms.

After he is gone, the landlady comes in and I get that usual recurring in-dream awareness that I had been living there for nearly a year without having paid any rent (and in this case, it is not even a room I had ever rented in reality). She tells me to get out. She swings at me with a rolled-up newspaper but misses. I am not sure if anyone else is living in the house and not sure of Don’s status (he was evicted in reality but I never was). She says that she has a dairy farm now and poses as if to attempt to strike me with the newspaper again. I ask her if I can help there (to pay back what I supposedly owe her) and she says “no”, seeming near-despondent about her frustration with me. I am very annoyed after waking and cannot believe I did not catch that I was dreaming all that time.

A possible Lake House dream...

The visuals were very realistic... I was driving down a long straight highway. It was daylight but the sky was overcast. The road was lined with leafless tall trees on both sides. My GF was with me. The mood was fine. I made a right turn from off the main two-lane highway, onto a straight single lane road. After a mile or two, this road came to a grouping of half-dozen or so one-story cabins.

I only slightly recall being inside our cabin. It was old, browning, and looked unused for many years. I had the impression we were renting it for vacation.

We left after a brief stay and came to the spot on the narrow road that connected back to the main highway. Instead of returning the way I came, I made a right turn...

I felt uncertain as to what my destination was at this point, -then I woke up.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

It was daytime. I was out on a street somewhere, probably in Brooklyn. There were a lot of people out on the street. I was apparently really focused in on something I was doing. But some person, maybe an older, kind of fat, white man, was talking to me.

The man told me that there had been some huge thing having to do with guns just down the road. There may have been a small gunfight. But the really big deal about it was that there were a whole lot of people all gathered together, and they all either had or were making a lot of guns.

The street the man was talking about was just down the block and around the left corner. It suddenly occurred to me that I needed to go down that block. The person who had been talking to me told me not to go down that block. But I didn't have a choice. I needed to go.

I was now walking down the block. It was as bright and sunny there as on a summer day. To my left was some kind of tall, chain-link fence, like might be around a school. Beyond that, farther down the sidewalk, were some brownstone row-houses and some narrow, shortish apartment buildings.

But to my right, the street, just down the way from me, was filled with cars. The cars looked like 1970s cars, more like Cadillac style than hot-rod style. They were all parked at odd angles, right in the middle of the street.

There were people sitting and standing among the cars, as well as on the stoops of brownstones on the right side of the street. I think the people were mostly white, kind of overweight, with hair in a kind of buzz cut. They may have worn black t-shirts.

I could see that all these people were either making guns or cleaning up their guns. I knew that whatever they were doing, it was horribly illegal, and that I was probably walking through the middle of a really bad situation.

I just tried to act like I didn't see anything. A few guys on my side of the street were helping out the gun guys somehow. They seemed to be suspicious of me, wondering why I was walking around here. But my nonchalant attitude made them less worried about me.

I had realized -- at some point -- that I was here because I used to live here. I'd moved to a different place a long time ago. But for some reason, some of my mail was still being delivered here. I had to come back here and pick up some of my mis-delivered mail.

I walked up to one of the narrow, short apartment buildings. The door of the building was glass with bars behind it that looked like chrome bars, which just glared in the summer-bright light. This was where I used to live.

There was a circus-peanut orange colored card in the door, somehow, as if the card were sticking out of the bars -- even though the bars were *behind* the glass of the door!

I pulled the card out and looked at it. It was some kind of postal service request card, stating that all mail should be delivered to my new address. The address was the exact address of where I live nowadays IWL, except, perhaps, without the apartment number.

I still needed to get my old mail. So I walked into the apartment. Inside, the place looked like the interior of a nice brownstone row-house. There was a nice first floor hallway area, which, it seemed to me, led to a spacious living area, probably where my old landlady would have lived.

There was a staircase along the right wall. I walked up the staircase. The staircase ended with a doorway that opened into a hallway. Along the right wall of the hallway were rooms. People would rent the rooms and then share the bathroom and kitchen on this floor.

My old room had been the room closest to the doorway at the top of the staircase. The door to the room was wide open. The room was empty. It was like nobody had moved in there since I'd left. I think I was now questioning whether I hadn't left this place only very recently, and not a long time ago, like I'd thought before.

I went into the room. There was a bed that took up most of the room. On the left side there was a weird niche in the wall, like a closet. But the shelf in the closet was low: waist-high, so that it almost looked like it could be used as a writing desk.

The place was all dusty. Some of the dust in the corners and on the surfaces of things was so old and caked up that it was starting to get gummy.

Something about the fact that this place felt so abandoned, so quiet and empty, made me feel like I should move back here. I was starting to feel like I couldn't live in my new place anymore, anyway. So maybe I would see about moving back here.

I walked back down to the front door of the apartment. But as I was leaving, my old landlady was walking up to the front door. I had been hoping that I could get into and out of the house without her ever knowing I was here. I'd felt like if she saw me, she'd harrass me about something.

I opened the door for my landlady. I greeted her. I walked outside. But instead of going out into the neighborhood I'd just been in, I walked into a big front patio of a house, which had been converted into a sun-room. It had grass-green, plasticky-feeling carpeting. Beyond the sun-room, the neighborhood also looked much nicer.

My old landlady looked about the same, except that she was a bit heavier nowadays. She wore a white, long-sleeved shirt. She told me that I still owed her my last week's rent. She'd thought that maybe that was why I was here.

I told my old landlady that I didn't owe her the money. I'd paid her everything when I'd left. I saw an image of my hands with a handful of bills. I was visually counting out everything I'd paid my old landlady before I'd left. I was even starting to think that I'd paid my landlady too much, and that she owed me some money.

But I knew it would be tough enough just to convince my landlady that I didn't owe her any money. I was trying to get my thoughts clear enough so that I could make the right argument. I didn't know if I could do it. It kept feeling like I was losing my train of thought.

As I was trying to pull my arguments together, my old landlady walked back toward the front door of this sun-room patio. My old landlady was talking to me about something, like she was still annoyed with me, but was trying to be friendly.

My old landlady spread out her arms, like she was taking in the sun. I noticed that the sides of my landlady's white, long sleeves had black designs on them.

The designs were very much like the flame-like emblems of the "tribal" genre of tattoos. But they also had a kind of "vintage," Ed Hardy kind of look. For some reason, seeing these tattoo-like designs on my old landlady's shirt made me wonder if my old landlady actually had tattoos.

The surrounding are greyish in tone, although not depressing. It is lighter, like the title highlights of the DreamViews post box (unless you changed your theme, or something). There are buildings to the left and right, although they are not very clear.

I was on the street, and Solimar is there, wearing white clothes, facing me. We were talking about the rent I will pay for the boarding house soon. People are passing by.

The place became a blur of white, as people pass on by.

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Dreamsigns:

Strange place
Hazy

I was in our school in college. I am with some friends. I needed to pay the rent.

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Dreamsigns:

School in College (I'm not in school right now)
Needed to pay rent (I'm not renting anything)

I read on this forum somewhere that going to bed hungry or thirsty can improve dreaming. I was really hungry when I went to sleep, and I can definitely confirm that my dreaming was very clear, vivid, and realistic. Unfortunately no lucidity though.

We move into a small flat but it feels to be like it's only a temporary arrangement because I am still actively looking for a better one. I think this is partly to do with the fact that it's haunted, mostly the shower. I hear that the one across the hall is becoming free, and I happen to catch the end of a flat viewing in action. The realtor is a man with dark hair, eyes and Mediterranean looking skin, dressed in an expensive looking grey silk suit. The realtor asks if I was one of the persons registered to look at the flat, and checks his list. My name is on it. I am relieved because I don't remember registering.

He tells me this flat will go fast and leads me in through the door. I am struck immediately by three things, one by how huge and spacious the flat is, how oddly decorated (wood panel everywhere but modern looking) and also by how the realtor tries to molest me as soon as we get in the door. I push him off, no longer disturbed, now eager to take some video of the flat on my iPhone for my man to look at later. The realtor seems to imply that he will favour my application if I do him some favours. I push him away again, and begin my tour of the flat.

It's almost like the walls are made of what looks to be the inside of a cave, together with the modern dark wood panel on most of it as well as the floors. It's beautiful. We go downstairs and it's more cave like, with stalactites and everything, but they are subtle and look very much like they fit to the flat. I ask how many kids the previous tenants have and he tells me they have 5, with one on the way. He tells me he wants the baby.

We arrive at a kind of in flat delicatessen store. There are a few people milling around in there, one middle aged man stops to talk to me as I finish up the video. My son is being a bit of a brat and the man suddenly smacks his head against the wall as if to punish him. I'm horrified at this stranger's cruelty towards my son, and I proceed to flip out on him. The realtor reveals that the man is not only the current tenant, but also his brother, and I should go easy on him. The blow out passes and I dreamskip to asking how much the rent is on the flat. The realtor tells me it's 549 warm. I don't bother to fill out an application because it's too expensive for us.

I leave to go home to deal with my haunted shower.

08.04.2011

Mixing the past with the present (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was moving to somewhere, from my current location or maybe a location in the past. I was planning to visit my parents, or to stay with them not sure.

I went to some sort of disco and one gal started to flirt with me, eventually ended up kissing me. My wife was also around and I wondered if she would notice.

I was planning to look for an apartment for myself, I somehow knew I already had one, but I did not care. I went with some friends to look for a few apartments. Some were only one room instead of a whole apartment. I also planned to go to live to the 1st floor on the same building my parents lived, but I was not sure.

I also wondered how was the job going to be, but I felt excited as it was a new adventure.

I finally rented a three bedroom apartment. The kitchen was all white and my wife was standing, saying she was a nanny no more and was planning another trip.

So last night was just one after the other craziness. It was like a film festival of five minute short films.

First thing... I'm in like a front yard of a house out in the country, but I feel like it's a video game I'm playing because I have a pistol in my hand and I keep trying to reload it like how you reload your gun when you're playing the arcade game "House of the Dead" by just pointing your gun down for a second. But it's not working. When I finally get it to reload, the bullets don't reach the target I'm aiming at. They just sort of fizzle like fireworks gone bad. It's dark out.

Then a guy pulls up in his car and I get in and go back to his house with him. His parents are asleep, so we have to be really quiet. We're up in his room doing I don't know what and then he goes to sleep. I go downstairs to the kitchen and start to cook something. I remember what is in the pot looking like salsa, or maybe chili, then I tasted it and wanted random guy to taste it, too, to see if I needed to add the can of tomatoes that was sitting on the counter or not.

Then I'm in the lobby of a big apartment building that seems like it's in New York City. In the lobby are all the residents' mailboxes. On the floor, there are these things that look like they could be money, but they are more oval than round, and some are copper, some are silver, and some are gold. They have egg-shaped holes cut out of the middle of them. I look up by the mailboxes after picking up a lot of these "coins" and see that there are posted lots of lists with things highlighted on them. I see my name and it says that I owe $14.40 still on my rent. I'm outraged because I'm sure that I've paid all my rent.

In another lobby somewhere I'm in a hospital. I am holding a baby (!) which apparently might have measles. Everyone in the hospital is telling me I shouldn't be holding this baby (duh!). Then my friend who used to live down the block from me, now a nurse, comes up to me and takes the baby to run some tests on it. There was more to this but I don't remember.

I'm in a car and I'm yelling out the window to someone that my password for something is 69. I'm saying, "no... s-i-x-t-y and the number 9!!" It's dark out.