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    1. Pulling a Rope (Buckboard Wagon)

      by , 10-05-2019 at 10:02 AM
      Morning of October 5, 2019. Saturday.

      Dream #: 19,283-02. Reading time: 1 min 15 sec.



      I am in an unknown ambiguous setting with the common factor of indoor-outdoor ambiguity. The area is not well-lit. While it is implied to be outside, I also sense it is inside a big building with a high ceiling. The floor/ground is smooth.

      I am pulling a rope from a horizontally-oriented reel on a buckboard wagon. I vividly feel the movements and sensations in my arms as I pull the rope. The wooden vehicle is at least six feet away (facing away), and the reel, its width nearly that of the wagon, is under the seat. The rope is coming from up and behind the reel.

      I am guiding the rope at about waist-level to an unfamiliar man who is standing about six feet beyond a cattle fence. He, in turn, is guiding the rope to an unseen man farther away (whom I sense may be sitting or lying down). I am unaware of a backstory that might explain why I am here. Eventually, the end of the rope prevents farther pulling as it is attached to the reel.



      The unseen man is my potential emerging consciousness. The man I am guiding the rope to is my preconscious (the personification of my reticular activating system and vestibular cortex) though here as a subliminally summoned vestibular witness (for correlation and potential coalescence). The buckboard wagon is autosymbolism for my physicality while in the dream state (as all single vehicles often are). The rope, attached to the reel/“real” ends because my dream self’s fictitious mental model cannot move my real physical body. In this case, the fence is autosymbolism for the virtual division between subliminal and liminal space, though typically the division between subliminal or liminal space and wakefulness. The reel is under the seat of the wagon as an association with being able to get up. (In this case, there is no drop or anticipation of one.)


      Categories
      non-lucid
    2. xxxvii.

      by , 09-15-2018 at 12:13 PM
      Non-dream stuff - Still waking up generally later than I'd like, which has been messing with dream recall a bit but usually by the time I get up I have to be thinking about other things, so I've probably skipped some days I could have managed some DJ entries. A fragment of a non-lucid, since I've forgotten many details by now.



      Dream fragment:
      I don't remember exactly where I was, but it felt like somewhere in the USA. There was this old wooden house, maybe a farmhouse, kind of "western" style but not quite. The wood was painted white I think and it was day time, clear or mostly clear skies.

      The house was going to get pulled down by some people using ropes, I think I gave them a hand with it; it sort of tumbled on its face but without much real damage. Then we got closer to have a look and I think there was a transition or some sort of change, as it felt like I was looking through the windshield of a lorry, but anyway, there were several contents inside and it was a bit dark. Some of these other guys were looking at what they could take, because someone said this didn't belong to anyone, so it was free pickings.

      At first I thought they were all going to rush for several objects of more value but that didn't happen and I found myself looking at an electric piano/keyboard, and one of the guys was sitting on its bench. It didn't seem to work for some reason and I noticed some big pan-head screws on the corners of the top; they were so big I just unscrewed them by hand and had a look inside. With the lid off, I was somewhat surprised to read in a cursive font "Pioneer" on the top of the wood that was under the lid. I expected it to be a Roland. (And that I know of, Pioneer never made this sort of thing)

      Inside, on the left side there was some sort of "tone control" that went from -2 to +3, but was set to +3. Under it was a bakelite type thing with 2 knobs on it but I'm not sure what it was or did. I commented to this guy sitting at the keyboard that they probably put the tone control at +3 because they used weak transistors which made it sound not very good at 0. I think he asked why and I said "it was probably cheaper for the company this way".

      There was more after this, but I seem to have forgotten any details.



      • In the dream, looking at the keyboard, I had a vague memory from waking life about an amplifier we recently looked at.
      • Because I generally only help with electronics and don't do actual repairs myself, my knowledge is somewhat limited, so I am not currently certain if my assessment of the inside of the keyboard would have been correct or appropriate.
      • I think all the other people were men, but I have no idea whose the house was.
      • It seemed remarkably easy for us to pull down the house, especially because it looked like it didn't rip or anything from foundations or anything. Perhaps this ease of pulling it down would have been a good cue for a RC.
      • Despite mentioning transistors, I don't actually remember seeing any circuit boards inside the instrument.

      Updated 09-16-2018 at 11:52 AM by 95293 (typo)

      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment , side notes
    3. From a Boat Trip to an Unsolved Kidnapping

      by , 05-27-2018 at 09:47 AM
      Morning of May 27, 2018. Sunday.



      Typical RAS modulation autosymbolism was going strong in this non-lucid dream but still did not activate the waking process, so I slept a couple hours longer than I usually do (even though Zsuzsanna and our children were up and in the lounge room with the television on at one point). If I cannot rely on RAS to wake me at a certain time with unique dream content (which is what a dream’s autosymbolism is inherently for) at the top of an ultradian rhythm, then I consider that very unusual.

      In the first part of my dream, the setting is a unique new variation of the King Street mansion, the second-floor apartment in the middle of the east side of the house. My non-lucid dream self does not care that it is an impossible setting. I happily sit around on the floor for awhile listening to bizarre fictitious music (on a record player yet) where the lyrics make no sense at all. The “music” seems to have rock elements, but the male vocals are mostly randomly spoken phrases. I hear the audience cheering, so it must be a live recording. At one point, he chants slowly but loudly and clearly, “Yellow bathroom”. (This is a biological hint to my dream self, but I do not feel the need to use the bathroom in my dream.)

      I notice my curtains are open, and I see an unfamiliar male lying on his left side on a ledge, in his underwear, enjoying the wind and smiling. It seems to be late morning. Apparently, he is enjoying the music I am playing. (Of course, this is a liminal projection of how my real physical body is as I sleep.) I am annoyed that neighbors can see in, so I attempt to close the curtain. (In reality, this scene could not be possible either, as the windows had only a view of the front of the house across the street, so there was no side of a house right near the King Street house, though what does my non-lucid dream self care, from a lack of any viable connection with either the unconscious mind or my conscious self.)

      I hear an unfamiliar girl’s voice yelling about my music, and their music is turned on more loudly, even though the male was enjoying my music. (I did not think my music was loud at all.) A different male argues with her and there is yelling for a short time. I go into a different room and I am now in the lounge room of the Stadcor Street house (which only has the first floor) with Zsuzsanna. Now, the events are shifted to the first floor in the house next door as well (and as usual my dream self does not notice the impossible change). I mention something to Zsuzsanna about the music and an unfamiliar male, who can see into our house through our window from his window, loudly says, “You think you can beat me?” I reply by yelling, “Why don’t you leave us alone?” I then yell at no one in particular, “I’m tired of crazy people always living next door to us!”

      I go out to the front yard and bash several unfamiliar males on the head with my Olympic barbel (no weights) and swing it around like a baseball bat until no one else is standing or moving. My dream shifts into reinduction rather than the waking process during the RAS modulation event and I now find myself riding in a skiff tied to the back of a small motor yacht. Curiously, I do not recognize this scene for what it is and no lucidity is triggered, only an elevated vividness. I am now a female (of about twenty-five), though not a female I have any conscious knowledge of. A man tells me to tie an additional length of rope from my boat to the back of his motor yacht (as the previous one had apparently came off and I am now drifting over the ocean). I somehow do this even though the distance would not logically allow it. I throw the rope and pull it lightly, but a large knot seems to make itself with no effort on my part (to my left; reinduction orientation and stabilizing). “That’s a good knot,” says the unfamiliar captain from the other boat. A few other unfamiliar people look on.

      After a time, I am “myself” (though only about twenty-five) and another (unfamiliar) male is sitting to my right. We are still on a skiff on the ocean, but there is no other boat now. We go through an ambiguous area where it seems I am inside a house for a short distance even though we are also on the ocean. I notice many large sharks swimming below us. The water is unrealistically clear. I am wondering if there is any danger, though I do not feel concerned. The other male denies there is any danger and tells me how sharks only eat things that are at its own level in the water. I do not feel any fear, more like cheerfulness (almost comedic) even though there seem to be hundreds of sharks below us.

      Soon, the scene shifts and I am walking with the same male and an unfamiliar female. We are in an unfamiliar town near mostly commercial buildings. After we walk a short distance, the male vanishes. We look back to see someone running in the distance. Suddenly, I am aware that we will be blamed for the kidnapping of the male that vanished. We are carrying small plastic bags. We stop to look inside them. The girl’s bag has the ID of the male that vanished. I know that the police will be here soon and that we are being framed by an unknown person. I take the ID and throw it behind a soda vending machine thinking it will not be found and that I am being careful and intelligent in my action.

      The police arrive and I am still holding one of the small plastic bags. The scene somehow shifts to where I am in a police station (though of more of a restaurant appearance). The police officer is looking at the supposedly kidnapped man’s credit card (made of cardboard), a large sparse clump of hair, and some other items. The officers do not seem to think I had anything to do with anything, but I still tell them we were framed. (The girl is soon no longer present.) “Can you take fingerprints from plastic bags?” I ask. I say, “I know my fingerprints are on them, but they will probably also have the fingerprints of the kidnapper.”

      “Can you take fingerprints from hair,” I ask. “Can you take prints from paper?” A police officer at a counter looks at me as if he is wondering why I am still here. Two other officers look at me annoyingly as well. They are not interested in me at all. I decide to finally leave my dream (in a liminal state, as I am not viably lucid until the last moments) and finally wake as I step through the door. (This last part is quite odd. I am liminally trying to force RAS modulation by way of my conscious self, but nothing happens, probably because the process is often transpersonal in origin in its natural form. On one level, something similar occurred recently, where I learned I was not in trouble for “killing” an unknown male, though my dream self had the opposite focus as to this one and I did not seem to be as fully modulating it myself.)


    4. the death dream

      by , 04-06-2018 at 08:54 AM (Deep Inside The Lucid Dreamer's Subconscious)
      Hey friends, this didn't happen last night but I wanted to record a dream I had in the past that's important to my dream history.

      The background is I was very sick when I was about 13 or 14. I had gone to summer camp and came back with swine flu. Not sure if anyone remembers but swine flu had its course of importance a little while back. So, I had this sickness and was in bed or on the couch for a week. I had gone to bed one night at a normal time around midnight and had this interesting experience which tops any nightmare or bad dream I think I've ever had.

      Like most dreams it starts with being in another dream before. I was in this giant landscape that had a valley. The valley was inhabited by ropes for old wooden ships. It was a little bit of a game where my vision was changing between these wide spiral structures made from this rope but wasn't more than 30 or so yards off of the ground. I think I was trying to get through the rope in the structures.

      It's hard to explain the death dream but I was outside of someone's house and simultaneously in a cave. I know we die in dreams often and it's not really a big deal, sure we are dying and we believe it but it doesn't resonate far into waking reality and it doesn't have much to say about our lives, but this is the only time it was different for me.

      I was in a cave with several other people near me, but this dream seemed really important, like me and the people around me were taking part in something important and the feeling was that each of us was nervous and hoping the other would take more responsibility and control of the situation. I haven't been able to feel what other DCs were feeling in dreams, especially not one that was unpleasant, but this time I did. We were all nervous looking around at each other.

      The idea of this dream is that there's a boulder falling down onto one single person. That person is experiencing this boulder falling onto them. It's not like a job to hold it up, there's no purpose between the boulder and the person. The first part that made this dream intimidating is that the boulder is somehow simultaneously getting larger and smaller at the exact same time. The boulder is rumbling extremely loudly and shaking the entire cave. The boulder is more of an idea than a physical object getting bigger and smaller in my mind.

      Outside of the house, there is an RV camper to the left of me. There's two people in front of me, but the idea is that there's eight people there with us. The main idea is that we have to nominate someone to die out of the eight of us. This is where the death comes in. I can actually feel the chance that I will be chosen and executed. The two people in front of me are busy doing something, but I can feel eight people looking at me like it's my choice who gets killed.

      After this, my vision is of this spiral inwards. In the middle is this powerful white laser beam of light. I don't mean a white light I mean this thing could cause anything that touched it to disappear. This was death in the dream. I was at some point in the white laser beam getting blasted. In the dream, I was dying, but I was fighting against it with everything in me. I was not okay with dying. I've been shot in a western shoot-out, I've fallen off a cliff, but I somehow knew I was dying here.

      I was at the same time in the cave, the boulder had rolled down a ramp and now above me. I was supposed to carry this boulder that was gaining mass but at the same time getting smaller, but the mass was too heavy and I was struggling. At the same time, I was in this white laser beam at the center of this maelstrom fighting for my life. At the same time I was outside of a house next to an RV getting volunteered to be the one who dies in this one of eight game.

      I eventually woke up absolutely drenched in sweat early in the morning. It was still dark. When I woke up, I felt in a way that I had cheated death or somehow saw what it was but avoided it. I got some water and went back to my bed but was absolutely terrified of going back to bed. When I used to pray, I would pray for the normal things. But if I was ever lying in bed and thinking about dreams I've had and that particular death dream came up, I would send a prayer up that would guarantee I wouldn't have that dream ever again.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    5. November 8 2016 Non-Lucid and False Awakening

      by , 11-08-2016 at 06:13 PM (Deep Inside The Lucid Dreamer's Subconscious)
      The dream scene was this giant beach with different rock cliffs on the outside. The left side was mostly rolling fields and the right was a big cliff. There are rock cliffs in the water and on the sand as well. I believe that I'm in some sort of summer camp like Rockbridge that I've been to in the past. There are cabins in the fields and kids are in there for free time. Kolby is there hanging out with some other people walking around. I remember thinking I didn't fit in with them. At some point, a younger girl and guy come up to me and say my name to me which startled me but we sort of laugh. Then they're on the beach with me doing whatever. Someone tells me that the boy is cute looking but a douche. There's this rope that I'm holding onto which is attached to the middle of the sky and swinging me around the entire map. I'm swinging and spinning around the beach and around the cliffs.
      On the right is the cliffs made up of separate rocks. It must be 100 yards or more high. I'm climbing up with some friends and people are falling off. There's a group of older moms there for some competition at the top and they are telling me to leave but I'm trying to hold on. I'm afraid I'm going to fall off.
      At some point I'm in a gas station that I think is a McDonald's. Two of my fraternity brothers are there and I ask them to make me a frappe but then I feel bad making them do that so I just say I'll get coffee somewhere else.
      Another dream I'm in these hallways with a group of guys. The point is that there are girls trying to freak us out, like a haunted house. At the end of the dream there's a girl from my high school named Bridgette tickling me.
      False awakening, my friend Mason is in my college bedroom. He asks me if I've told my dad about his recent grandfather's passing and I tell him that I don't talk to my dad much, to which he replies with something about being born by him which confuses me. I get into the shower and he's trying to mess with me.
    6. [01-10-2016]

      by , 10-01-2016 at 07:07 PM (Snehk's Dreamlands)
      I recall a fragment. It was afternnon, I was standing in front of a canyon with rope joining edge with a rock pillar with some house on top of it.
      Tags: canoyon, house, rope
      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    7. November 17th 2015 Non-Lucid

      by , 11-17-2015 at 10:10 PM (Deep Inside The Lucid Dreamer's Subconscious)
      The dream started on JMU's campus on our quad. We were playing some sort of throwing game where if you messed up you got electrocuted. I kept winning and didn't have to get electrocuted, but I wanted to know what it felt like so I purposely messed up. The thing that shocks people was a car battery with wires that hooked us up to it. It shocked me and I felt this very unnerving feeling that caused me to sort of jump up and down quickly several times. I walk on a path next to the quad and see my friend Austin who I say hello to. IRL him and I saw each other yesterday and said hello. Then, I'm over by this field thing, sort of like a theater with it starting low and going higher. There were trees to the right of it. People were standing in this gradually sloping field looking up to a stage that was very high. In my mind I was about to perform, but my job was to grab a rope and swing on it. I start from the back right of the field which is higher and right next to the trees. So, I grab this very long rope and start swinging over the crowd, higher and higher. The crowd is cheering me on but I don't know how to slow down. I let my feet sort of dangle and I kick some people in the crowd. Then, my path is over on the left of the stage and swinging towards my starting position on the back right of the field where the trees are. I manage to kick my feet on the ground where less people are and I come to a jumping halt at the trees. I go behind where the stage is and climb a really high amount of things to get to the top. When I'm there, it's a padded platform which is sort of walled on all sides except for one which has an opening with the rope there ready to swing. My mind thought I was some sort of host to a show. Now, this area is really high up in the air, I mean miles on miles in the air. I think there are people on the ground watching me. There was that one feeling you get when you are really high up in a dream that was freaking me out. I started to slip backwards out of the opening. My hands grasp the edge for a half second before I fall very far down. I think 'wow am I really dying at this show.' Then, I'm up on the high stage again looking down. Someone says that I need to use the rope to swing down again, and without any hesitation, I grab the rope and swing down to the ground.

      At some point I'm in this broken up house looking at a sort of water slide contraption that is really small. I was supposed to fix it for this girl who I don't know. There's a ball that moves down the slide and apparently to fix it you have to let the ball catch at the end in some hole thing.

      Do you know those dreams about someone you really like that can be about whatever and it doesn't really matter what actually happens in the dream, but it gives you a feeling that it was all about her and when you wake up you have strong feelings for this person? Well, this happened to me. So after I'm fixing the water slide contraption, I'm down on a lower part in an open area. It's like a water park. I'm in a pool of water that turns into a water slide that goes down and further along a path with buildings and trees on either side. I'm in one pool and I look to my right to see this girl who I like a lot named Dana floating in another pool. Both of these pools empty into a water slide. When I notice her, I act like I don't see her and look another way because I don't know if she's seen me or not. We both empty into this slide that is pretty much a down hill lazy river. She grabs onto me and we sort of piggy-back down the river which turns left into some overhead structure thing. Ultimately, it turns into another pool that has some block thing out of the water in the middle which turns it into a pool that goes in a circle. We get there and then turn around. She starts to swim away from the pool and I wrap my arms around her like I'm hugging her from behind as we swim back up the stream. I know nothing big happened with her in this dream but it still made me miss her a lot when I woke up.

      I had a dream I was in China but I can't really remember much except that I think there was some sort of rock concert going on. At some point, I fall into this cart thing that has my friend Katharine in it. She says something that disappoints me so I turn towards her friend CJ and talk to him about something. I remember ultimately wanting to go find a woman who sells noodles who I call Noodle Lady IRL back when I went to China this past summer.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    8. Festival continues

      by , 11-06-2015 at 07:16 PM
      Dl1- I still seem to be at last night s festival but there is no cheese :/
      I am in charge of one of the music stages in the large stage behind the manor house. It is a large grassed area with a raised wooden stage. Large amounts of people mill about. I am over on a bank at the end that dips down into ? There are ropes and wooded poles here. Mr B comes over to ask me what is happening with the stage and why no one is playing. I say there are no children who want to play. At the very end there is netting...
      Dl2 - Arranging to meet up with others at a cinema (cinema seems like in a dream I had years ago). But meet up times are to vague. We are to meet between 7pm and 11pm as say we will probably miss each other.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    9. Unfinished business at Sleep No More

      by , 03-08-2014 at 11:30 PM
      I've just walked back into the McKittrick Hotel. It's the middle of the day, so the place is mostly closed, but there's a guy at the front desk who tells me the owner has died. I climb up a few flights of stairs and come to a room with an old glass bottle hanging on a rope from the doorknob, with a red liquid like blood inside. Hanging next to it there's a card with a series of about 10 questions about the purpose of your visit. One of the questions mentions Maximillian, and reading it, I realize that each question is a reference to a different riddle to solve or mission to carry out, each given by a different resident of the hotel. If a visitor has completed one of these riddles/missions but didn't have a chance to report back before the end of the night, the hotel will permit them to return during the day, to wrap up unfinished business.
    10. Comforting Hawkgirl, Boat Traveling in Sepia Environment, On a Blimp with Light Yagami

      by , 03-14-2013 at 06:11 PM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      14.03.2013
      Comforting Hawkgirl (Non-lucid)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      My recall is kind of skewed, but I believe I can get a decent overview on what happened.

      I remeber being immersed in an environment that felt completely remote from previous experiences that I can't recall too well last night. I remember the darkness creating a sense of comfort, but that could be due to the person that was next to me. I had this attraction towards a dream character that looked exactly like Hawkgirl from the Justice League.








      She was wearing the mask shaped in a form of a hawk, with a dark gold in the middle going all the way towards the beak of the helmet and black on the sides. I believe there were trees, and they were dead, most likely similar to some of the trees at my University when it's not Summer as yet.

      However, the darkness itself confused the beauty of this dream environment, it was dark and would be scary if I didn't have a dream character by my side that I had an attraction with. It was like the perfect place to have a side to side conversation with any dream character I preferred. The ground below me mostly consisted of bland colors in the range of gray and a bit of white.

      There were stones fused with the gray concrete, and I could remember hearing my footsteps more than usual in a dream. It almost felt like a mini-Alice-in-Wonderland kind of theme where nothing but the dream character and me existed, or at least was of significant importance.

      I felt calm, relaxed, I had no objective to do anything random like my dream self usually does when non-lucid. I believe I'm holding Hawkgirl by her right shoulder with my left hand. I'm getting an image that I'm wearing a white dress shirt with light gray office suit over it and a light gray dress pants as well. I'm probably wearing basic laceless brown shoes that were polished as well, and I have the white dress shirt un-buttoned all the way down to the top of my chest.

      There are stone benches on the side of the ground placed conveniently for two people to talk things out. Hawkgirl's emotions suddenly became more apparent to me, and she's starting to cry. I felt as if I'm being stung mentally because I wanted to know what was wrong with her and why she was crying.

      Somehow her tears managed to go through her mask, and she quickly gets her right hand to wipe her tears. The logic with this felt kind of weird since the texture of the mask should be able to have liquids slide right off it with ease, but I was more focused on her emotions.

      I propelled my right hand forward to the stone backless bench, and told her we can sit here. She's still wiping her tears, and she proceeds to sit down. I do the same and I get closer to her and wanted to take my right arm and give her a side hug to console her.

      From this point, I can't rememeber specficially on what we talked about, but I do know it was definitely something that was bothering her mind for some time. Even though I don't have any recall on that presumption, it just felt like that, and based on how she was in the original Justice League show before Justice League Unlimited, it's like she wanted to give me a secret.

      I felt like crying alongside her as well just because it felt comforting to just cry, kind of like having eustress (positive stress). Whatever we talked about, I felt her warm body lean towards my chest. Her back is facing me and I wrap her gently around her neck and listened to whatever it is she discussed with me.

      The environment started to become insignificant at this point, and I was more focused on wrapping her around my arms and trying to empathize with her. After that, I can't remember anything else.

      _________________________

      14.03.2013
      Going Under a Bridge with Sumire Ryuzaki and Child Naruto (Non-lucid)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      All I remember for this one is that Sumire Ryuzaki from Prince of Tennis, and maybe Naruto when he was a child were near me as we're on motarboats that seem to operate by themselves. It felt like that for a while until I realized there was a rope connecting between us, literally.

      The rope probably was 20-30 feet in length, and I was in between Sumire Ryuzaki and Child Naruto. Naruto was wearing a gray shirt and orange shrots while Sumire Ryuzaki just wore the same outfit she wore in Prince of Tennis.







      The dream environment had this red-ish Sepia atmosphere, but we as individuals still maintained our basic colors. We were riding the boats and preparing to go under a bridge. This bridge was fairly wide, maybe 50-70 feet wide, and was composed of bricks. The bricks were probably brown, but that could probably be due to the Sepia-Red-ish tone that was apparent.

      Beyond that bridge was a very bright light, and it was impossible to see what was ahead. Whatever it was, it definitely was better than being stuck in this bland and almost timeless environment.

      _________________________

      14.03.2013
      Light Yagami and the Hard-Skinned Blimp (Non-lucid)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      I'm on top of a Blimp that seems to be hard-skinned because there were a few needles flinging at high speeds near it. The setting is night time, and below me were city lights everywhere. I didn't acknowledge this sensation in the dream, but it felt amazing, the wind blowing through me, I felt so alienated from below that it was just comforting.

      Then Light Yagami from Death Note showed up. He's wearing a white dress shirt buttoned all the way up except for the neck and is wearing dark pants and brown shoes. He looks relaxed, and then looks at me seriously at first, but then goes back to being neutral. I don't know what he's doing here, but he seems to be enjoying this as well.

      That's all I can remember, the blimp is going somewhere, kind of like the midnight train going ANYWHEREEEEEEEE.
    11. Rope

      by , 12-28-2012 at 05:00 AM
      12/27/2012
      3:30am

      All I can remember is rope being either braided or unwound.
      Tags: rope
      Categories
      dream fragment
    12. Throwing my cat from the window

      by , 10-21-2012 at 08:24 PM
      This is a small fragment of a dream I had late at night.

      I find myself in the middle of the dream, sitting on my couch in the living room looking at my cat run around like crazy and watching tv. Suddenly an advertisment or short clip appeared that described a sophisticated rope mechanism to lift things from building to building, and they said it was very useful for cleaning windows. After I have fully understood the mechanism from the schematic (my mind have created hehe) seen on tv, I tried to build a simmilar mechanism and test it out with my cat. I woke up when I was going to throw the cat out of the window!
    13. Well...

      by , 08-23-2012 at 10:26 PM (Fennecgirl's Collection of Dreams)
      Okay, let's see how much of this I can still remember... I haven't really had the chance to type up this entry until now.

      I was at home, in the living room. The keyboard was there, right where it used to be (it's been in my room for ages now, though). For the purpose of having more space for the crowd of people, I'm assuming, the one couch not facing the TV was missing, and the room was slightly bigger.

      There was this rope hanging from the ceiling, and I guess the part about people pulling it was fairly important, but I can't remember much of that now.

      What I do remember is Andrea, a girl I sort of work with over the summer, running up the stairs and saying to me, "I thought you were going to be tighter."

      As with many a strange thing a DC has said, I understood her meaning perfectly, despite her rather odd choice of words. She was referring to me resolving to be stricter with my reward system for LDing.

      Apparently, she wasn't referring exclusively to my reward system, but also LDing techniques in general, as I replied, "I am; I write down my dreams every morning."

      There's a small gap here that I can't quite remember now, but I do remember seeing my friend Giana shortly afterwards. I looked down at my hand as an RC, took note of the extra finger, then told her I'd be right back because I had to go to the bathroom. Clearly, my subconscious still had control over dream-me.

      I went into the bathroom and closed the door. I'd heard that touch was a sense that was often overlooked in dreams, so I decided to pay attention to how things felt - the door handle, the floor (I had bare feet), the light switch, even my jeans as I pulled them down; they all felt just as they would IWL, and the door handle and floor even felt somewhat cold.

      I got so carried away with paying attention to tactile sensations that I unintentionally closed my eyes so I could focus more on this sense. Almost as soon as I did, I realized my mistake, and sort of freaked out a little, as my previous experiences with closing my eyes had almost always resulted in me waking up.

      Well, I didn't exactly wake up right away. The dream abruptly changed to a weird post on some forum that doesn't exist... and THEN I woke up.
    14. A Straight Full Turn

      by , 06-23-2012 at 09:19 AM
      In short this dream, I was in outer space alone and deaf. I was outside above my square spaceship climbing a rope straight up and up, until I went into a straight full circle because I found myself climbing up towards my spaceship.

      Long version
      I awoke to find myself in suspended animation climbing up a thick rope in the far deep space. I realized I was stricken with deafness. I shook my head fiercely and clapped my hands strongly trying to produce a sound, but no sound arose. I was stone-cold deaf. I felt my lungs blow up like balloons as I inhaled. I could taste the moisture in my mouth. I could feel my hot breath swirling around my helmet and my face. I kept climbing up the coil rope that went from my tiny, white, square spaceship into the stillness of eternal night. I saw no planets, suns, moons, or people--just myself, the rope, the spaceship and the blackness of space with little points of light millions of miles away. My little spaceship disappeared into the vacuum of space below as I climbed up further. There was no wind, movement, signal and no hope, just emptiness, The sullen silence smell like melting ice as it fades away kinda like a distant memory I can almost remember. I was the only thing alive in the universe. A terrible feeling of loneliness captured me like awakening from a coma to find myself paralyzed in my own grave. Suddenly, I saw something above me so I climbed faster. I realized somehow I went into a straight full circle. Above me now was my tiny, little, white, square spaceship. Then I awoke with a feeling of wonder and awe.
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    15. The Decent

      by , 05-03-2012 at 04:38 PM
      After the gator dream, I found myself on this small wooden platform, about 5 foot across and 8 foot long, with my 3 friends. It was attached to a rope and we were being lowered into a dark chasm. It stopped 4 times on our way down, where I needed to do stuff by swinging around on a rope in a giant roomlike area. The chasm often narrowed, then expanded back out again forming rooms or cavernous area. There was stuff in these areas, like objects on tables and shelves. I had to swing around on this rope and gather certain things before we could proceed downward again. It was very deep and dark, and we all were concerned that we could fall off this thing, or the rope would break, or whoever/whatever was lowering us would just let the rope go and we would fall. Good thing none of that happened. The second area down is where I remember swinging around the most and gathering stuff. At the third area, I had gathered a pack of stuff and handed it to my friend Michelle. She was holding one from before, and when she took the one I gave her she almost fell. Good thing she grabed the swinging rope in time. She swung out and was really scared, but she stopped and her reverse momentum carried her back to the platform where I could catch her and then she was safe again.

      We deceneded into the fourth area, it was opening up so much you couldn't see very far in the dark. Obviously we had some kind of light source, not that I paid attention to it. I grabed the swinging rope here and swung around but didn't find anything in the darkness, not even the sides of the cavern. Once I returned to the platform, we decended again and finally made it to the bottom. It finally opened up to daylight near the bottom of what could be described of as a huge overhanging cliff, we were going down through it vertically. Well we were on the ground again, and made it back to the SUV. This time I sat in between the two girls, and they were pressing against me as we rode in the back seat. We were on the move again. I was setting against a pillow, so I handed it to Michelle to use instead. She thanked me for it, and curled up against it to go to sleep.

      This seems funny now, a DC going to sleep.
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