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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.

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.

I was at the beach building a snowman. When I was finished all of the snow around it disappeared revealing the sand beneath. The snowman was at least three times my height. Its head was on crooked, so I climbed up and tried to turn it. It only budged a little bit. The snowman already had eyes and a nose. I went to get arms for the snowman farther down the beach. They were huge and made of plastic, and tough to carry, but even though they were heavy I was able to carry both. When I got back there was a group of kids surrounding the snowman. They had attatched ropes to it so that it didn't fall over, kind of like when you pitch a tent. I lifted up the arms and slid them into place, then began putting a rope stake into the sand. The sand was wet so the stake (a red pair of pliers) didn't stay in the ground. As I was doing this the group of kids talked about their sister who was starring in a play. One of them said that their mother didn't want her to be in the play, but I said that was stupid. One of them agreed with me but another one didn't.

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

This dream took place outside in the daytime, with a light blue sky, unlike most of my other dreams which were inside. The location was a slightly-rounded, clay-coloured cliff wall that I guessed was about thirty feet wide, and this cliff was attached to another wall, a bit taller and much longer in length, but consisting of the same saturated clay tone. The surface of the rounded cliff reminded me of flaky chalk or thin layers of stone (I could see some of the layers coming off and beginning to separate from the rest of the cliff). The other one looked like ordinary rock with a slightly chalk-like appearance to it. There was a rounded entrance, well carved-out, into the face of this long cliff, for students to come and go. The area was like a classroom, and I was the teacher; my job was to teach dream control to enrolled students.

I was hanging from the top of the rounded cliff, suspended against the side by a rope. The rope was held by a very heavy rock at the top of the cliff, and it was was made of that pale yellow straw-like material, and was probably no thicker than an index finger. I wasn't worried about it snapping, though, because my feet had found purchase on a piece of rock that stuck out a few inches from the rest of the cliff. It took some of my weight off the rope. Although I couldn't see them from my viewpoint, I knew my students were on top of this cliff, listening to what I was saying.

"The first thing about dream control," I said, "is that you have to be 100% certain. If you aren't, the dream won't act in your favour."

I then started pulling away at the shedding pieces of rock that the cliff was shedding, breaking them away and letting them fall to the ground below me. I noticed the textures and how much the cliff really looked like hardened chalk; it even had a slight amount of dust over it. I casually looked down briefly during this, however, and the pieces of cliff I'd taken off were nowhere in sight. After all, the cliff was so high up that it simply descended into white, blue-tinged clouds not twenty feet below where I was suspended. I was in absolutely no fear of falling or heights, though.

After a few moments of pulling a few layers of cliff off, from the outside of my peripheral vision I grabbed a stack of fifteen or so papers. I'm honestly not sure where these papers were from, because before when I was scanning the cliff, I didn't see any papers. Regardless, I looked briefly at them and saw that each one was white printer paper with neat, professional typing on it. In the upper-left region of each paper was a line and a messy scrawl of either a date or a mark (I can't remember which) in thicker-than-normal red pen, almost like marker. It didn't show through the other side of the paper though. I looked up to the top of the cliff, still unable to see my students, and held it up so they could take the papers from me.

I sat there for maybe a minute before starting to panic slightly. Had they left me here?

Then I saw a hand reach over and miss the papers, pull back, then get ahold of them. I let go and the student took them. I then looked to the right of where I was, at the longer cliff wall consisting of a more rock-like appearance, and pushed off the cliff I was on, floating over to the flat surface sticking out of the wall (where I could stand). I landed a few feet to the left of the rounded entranceway, and saw students who I could not identify starting to walk out. I was leaving, probably because I wasn't the teacher for this class. However, as I walked towards the exit and ended up in front of it, I saw one student coming out whom I recognized; she was from grade 11 at my school.

For some reason, I believed that she was leaving this class, even though she was entering the area and not leaving it. I said, "wait," and turned around to look out into the sky. In front of me was a new piece of rock; it was super flat on top but again in the same clay tone as the other cliffs! On the edge of it was a sheet of paper; it belonged to that girl. I must have dropped it.

The distance between the entrance and the piece of floating rock wasn't more than a foot, so I simply walked onto the rock, and walked back. It didn't sink down when I stepped on it. I handed the paper to the girl and she continued walking over to the rounded cliff, but I didn't look back.

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25.01.2011

Camping in the desert (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was in the desert with my brother and I walked into a park. I talked to a man and a woman and signed up for their camp. They were the only monitors there. My brothere and I were offered movies but they were more expensive than others we had seen in a previous part of the dream I cannot remember. Then we did some activities which I also can't remember. Finaly I went to the lake and the girl and I had to hang from a rope and "walk" across the lake (we were sort of hanging from the rope). I gained momentum by dipping my feet in the water. The first time I did it wrong and the second time I went the opposite way as the woman and had to change direction at the last second. After that I started dancing while hanging on the rope (which became much more elastic) while some music sounded (I just remember it was a famous piece). When I finished dancing I jumped really high and landed outside the lake. The man and the woman started congratulating me on my performance.

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25.01.2011

Bullying is wrong ok? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

J and B were leaving school when some bullies decided to pick on them. They broke some of their CDs. As the bullies were doing this the bystanders were dancing wearing white clothing and face paint.

J and B went to a changing room. B said that he was scared and they started thinking about what they could do about the bullies. B said that he knew someone with "unquestionable links to some gang" and if that didn't work they could use a pirate?

Meanwhile I was thinking about confronting the bullies myself.

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[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]I'm around the blocks where I live, destroying boxes like you do in Crash Bandicoot and Ty the Tasmanian Tiger so that I can pick up the items inside. The items are much like very small versions of the opals you get in Ty, and there are many more, they zoom towards me when I go near, like in games. I use these as currency to build a small metallic structure that is on the ground. It is currently made up of three parts which are all grey and look organic, with very smooth shapes. A DC is nearby, perhaps helping me with the structure. A girl with companions comes around and mocks our contraption. I build a little more, but the girl comes again. I meet an old classmate, J, who stands on the sidewalk by the entrance to one of the blocks, he's holding a skipping rope. He might also have been wearing girl clothes / costume.
He starts hitting me with the rope, I dodge a few times, and after one swing, I take the chance and dive into him, grab his hair, but I quickly realize that its part of his costume, so I let go again. We fight for a bit and end up further away from the entrance. I now have his fake hair in my hand and I flail it at him, trying to hit his face. He scores a hit in my face with one hand, and grabs one of my testicles with the other, he squeezes it and I[/COLOR] wake up and it still hurts for a few seconds...

Morning of July 2, 1978. Sunday.



There were a few different versions of this dream (including a couple “resets” during the same sleeping period) which was likely influenced by the television series “Gunsmoke”. I make my way to an old, smaller (unknown) ghost town on my own. There is a skeleton hanging from an old noose that had never been taken down. I had understood the town to be “cursed”, yet it also has some sort of secret.

It turns out that the town is some sort of portal to the past. As I am walking along, I see an upright oval portal (higher up) in another area that is looking into the past. It is a man (about thirty) who still seems to be alive (but dying) and hanging from the noose. The “vision” soon fades. The town had been “cursed” because of his wrongful death - by the tavern entrance being turned into an active portal and the people being “pawns” of time itself.

Later on, when I walk through the batwing doors of an old tavern (wooden floor), I am transported into the past, into the time when the town was at its peak in population and prosperity. Someone is playing the song “There is a Tavern in the Town” on a newer (and properly tuned) piano.

I talk to a few people, including the man who had been hanged. Apparently, he had been hanged for murder. However, he seems very friendly and claims he did not do it. Eventually, a knife is thrown into someone’s neck from behind, just as they are leaving the tavern, and the friendly man I know is blamed. I go in and out of the batwing doors and back to the same time portal entry point. The song “There is a Tavern in the Town” keeps repeating (a thin man in a dark purplish vest and a white shirt and with a mustache and smoking a smaller cigar - is playing it), as I do this a few times, so the scenes repeat. Finally, I am able to see who actually throws the knife (an older, chubbier man of about forty with a black beard and dressed in ragged clothes). Eventually, as the cycle repeats, I am able to warn the other person. The villain gets away, though, but promises to do harm at some point in the future.

Soon, I am in my own time; there is an unserviced player piano (originally thought to be a ghost involved by some visitors) playing “There is a Tavern in the Town”, but it is very out of tune (or in an unfamiliar minor key) and playing very slowly (similar to a particular Johnny Bond recording I used to own in real life - not sure, but it may be from the “On the Wagon” narrative - have not heard it in many years). It seems that the town was eventually made into a tourist attraction for a short time, prior to it finally being abandoned.

I see a very eerie in-dream vision of an empty noose swinging in the wind (it was the same noose that had originally been used to hang the innocent man but is now empty). I had saved the young man from the hanging. He comes out from the portal and thanks me, but then tells me that time may eventually reset itself and he may have to face the idea of “being hanged again” and he then returns to his own time. Still, the skeleton and noose are gone when I make my way home. The “resetting” may not occur in my lifetime.