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    1. Amusement park. Fake shooting. School, test, failure. Young me. Fighting with old enemy. Flying.

      by , 09-16-2020 at 03:34 PM (DJ of lucid goals and how it goes)
      Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

      I'm talking with Fadi and Johannes. There is an amusement park and a boat were two people can go in a water current. There is a girl that reminds me of Kristina. I really want to ride the boat with her but someone else does it instead. I am separated from my group. There are a lot of disabled persons in a room and some people are being grouped up with the disabled persons to help them through the amusement park. I am paired up with Nora from Rosenfeldt.

      Notes: I talked with Johannes and Fadi yesterday.

      There are people shooting at each other in an apartment building. I am hiding in a room next to a door. I think how bad I am at shooting games and that I probably will die. There is a man that enters the door and I raise my gun... I thought it was a gun but actually it's just a phone. I still point it at his head and take all these photos at him. He is shocked and back away each time I take a photo at him. My phone is out of pictures and I have to find another way to finish him of. We moved to a spiral staircase as I fired pictures at him. I grab him and throw him over the stair rail so he falls down. I am suddenly on a big pedestal and people are using fake guns to fire at each other. They do firing sounds with their mouths. There is a man that is occasionally showing himself from his cover about 20 meters from me and is shooting at me. There is also a man that is doing the same but from a position right beneath the pedestal. After a time I pretend that I am being shot at and lie down. When I lie down there is a man that screams that he exploited the new patch in order to defeat me.

      Notes: Apartment buildings are often in my dreams. I remember another dream where it was almost the same as this one. I fake die in some of my dreams. I read about a new patch in a game and told my brother that his most hated enemy got debuffed in the new patch.

      I'm in a typical classroom in the left bottom corner of the room. Everyone is watching their grades of different tests and I realize there is a test I have failed several times. It is some kind of civics test. Alexandra thinks it's weird how I can fail a test when all my other grades are good. I tell her something about how civics is not for me.

      Notes: I had a homework in history and thought I wasn't that good at it. That is why I dreamt about this.

      Albin shows me a picture of when we were children and I have long hair. He makes a joke about the long hair I had.

      Notes: I watched the picture IRL he was showing me in the dream today.

      I'm with my old school bully Kevin and we are fighting. I have a firm grip around him and we are both on the ground. When I think about it I don't think the position we were in works IRL. I am winning.

      Notes: One of the only fights in my life was with Alexander, Kevin's bully friend.

      I'm flying with a hoodie. There is a car that is following me. When I think about what I want to do in the dream it becomes instable.

      Notes: I must learn to start stabilizing my dreams.
    2. clxvi. Nature; Man with a shotgun ,Ancient book, Mall/school hybrid, Mansion and mountains

      by , 09-15-2020 at 01:36 PM
      15th September 2020

      Fragment:

      Think I have no body, I'm following or the view is following a man going around a natural park or lake. He has an AA20 shotgun and he keeps firing it randomly, but mostly at the ground. I feel concerned about stray shots hitting someone. It seems there's nobody else around though.

      By the end there's a gravelled car parking area. At some point after that, it's revealed the man was supposedly firing blanks (but they weren't).

      Dream:

      Part of a long dream. Something about a mall, but it's also a school? It's really busy and I am trying to get somewhere specific. I remember talking to someone but I go up several staircases and walk around an upper level, trying to avoid busy routes, but still encountering a lot of other pupils or something.

      I get to an internal bus station of some sort? A transit hub, at any rate.

      (recall gap)

      Then I'm following a person around, in an office-like place. We're in a stairwell, we go down several levels, spirally, but the tiers and bends are all perfectly square and large, the steps themselves aren't too deep. I remember seeing doors every so often. There are engraved plaques, made of blue granite, engraved with counter-relief lettering that's got a golden finish.

      We reach floor "-2", I notice this written on a plaque. I look out a big latticed window and see another building across the way, not far (a few feet), lit by sunlight. I think about how -2 must be code, or only locally relevant, since I knew and could see we were several stories up. The place has tall ceilings, I realise this more because of the large window. The stairs had a running carpet all the way along and it continued on into the hallways. The walls were covered in a medium-dark stained wooden panelling.

      We go into a room here at this level. Very vague recall of the room. There's a desk? A book? The book is ancient. There is a magical aura to it, but this is almost unclear in the dream, I realise this only on waking up. The ancient book has tattered and yellowed pages with coloured-coded and symbol-coded separators. The books' nature means they are constantly shifting in appearance (almost like a "quantic" book of some sort?). I remember opening it and reading some part of it but no recall of how it looked, other than the fact that things shifted around.

      Fragment:

      False awakening in our bed. I find snot on my shoulder? Apparently it's H's. My recall of the room is very vague, but the darkness was warmer in tone than it should have been and there seemed to be an absence of any light sources.

      Fragment:

      Related, or in sequence to, the office dream. Big mansion place, outdoors. Large open gardens area, I remember some hedges but not much else. The mansion had an oblong rectangular shape; ovoid at the lateral ends?

      First I'm visiting the mansion but then later in the dream I take ownership of it or something. Everything goes wonky after I own it, and I have to go around on foot in some mountain crag areas to find power sources and set traps.

      Then at some point I move the entire mansion so that it sits level. I feel myself do this with my hands physically and remember seeing it from above, but no other senses suggested that I was of gigantic scale.

      It's daytime out here and it's half bright but not, it's cloudy and overcast but there are godrays in the distance. There's a sort of moody feel, like a literal storm is approaching. The light and atmospherics look grey but golden and warm, in part because of the distant godrays. I see them near some mountains in the distance, past a vast body of water. The mansion was atop a cliffy area overlooking this body of water. A massive lake or small sea.

      I remember several small fragments of being in the house. Interactions with dream characters but during my initial notes I don't really care to recall most of them. Some early ones about being interviewed and recruited as a doctor. There was someone else attending the same things as me, in alternate pace, it was an older snobby woman, also applying.

      Scraps:


      (in waking life) Went back to bed after answering the door. I had many dream scraps but almost all of them faded. I tried getting back to sleep and tried to focus on my intent to go back to the earlier dream, especially the bit about being hired as a doctor, as I thought this may help with becoming lucid. But my intent faded and I transitioned in and out of lesser states of awareness.



      Notes:

      - There's a great deal of internal and deeper themes here for me, especially around school, malls and office-type spaces. Some of these dreams felt like they were focused on consolidating my knowledge of certain features within buildings. In recent months I have felt that in drawings, my attention to detail in architecture is not well internalised and after recall these dreams I felt my associations of different features in buildings were expanded.
      - Despite the crowds in the mall/school hybrid area, there was no covid pretext to any of my concerns about avoiding people. It was a mostly back-to-basics thing about not wanting to be in crowds.

      - The view of the mountains and vast water was very picturesque; although I'm not sure of it being related in this case, on waking it did remind me of a picture we have on a wall of the bedroom, depicting an Italian lake.

      - The ancient book was one of the most interesting features of these dreams. It's something I feel compelled to recreate in some artistic form now.
      - Again its appearance may have been related to the fact that I have not internalised the details of books very well, which shows whenever I try to draw one from memory.
    3. Piano or forte, something else | [09.09.2020]

      by , 09-09-2020 at 12:08 PM (Draeger's Dream Journal and Documentation)
      Piano or forte?
      In school, some classmate of me whose face I can't discern asks if, metaphorically, piano or forte would indicate something stronger, and I said forte.

      Something else
      It's blurry, but it might be at home.



      More than yesterday.
    4. Me and my cats running from demons at a recurring school | [02.08.2020]

      by , 08-02-2020 at 04:09 PM (Draeger's Dream Journal and Documentation)
      Me and my cats running from demons at school
      Someone I don't remember has brought me to school, and I trust him but he's involved in some magic ordeal. He might have
      brought me there since he thinks I'll be safe there for a while. I am supposed to do my homework, which I do. I also seem to
      have brought my cats and am supposed to take care of one other cat which I don't know. They all just jump on the window
      sill and watch the outside world as I continue to do work. But then there is something, I think it's an animal which is
      possessed, suddenly starts banging on the window, slowly breaking it, but for a few seconds I don't really notice. But then I
      do notice and quickly push the cats off the sill and tell them to follow me, which, surprisingly, works on all of them. I run into
      the wrong direction, and then quickly turn around. I push the cats a little to hurry them and run out the door into some sort
      of teacher hall. It's only about 3-5 meters long and there's a room at the end and on both sides, both right in the middle of
      the two side walls. A woman comes up to me and looks at me with a confused expression. Suddenly the plot changes a bit, and I simply don't know where I have to be, but I am still running from a demon. She says that she doesn't know, in a sort of "You should know that yourself..." undertone.



      I just noticed that I have a recall streak, which is pretty cool.
      The school is also a recurring location. I'm excited to map it out once I get to have consistent lucids.

      Updated 08-02-2020 at 04:12 PM by 96397

      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    5. cxviii.

      by , 07-20-2020 at 10:19 AM
      8th May

      Dream:

      I was in the car with H. H was driving very fast and race-like, even though we weren't in a rush to get anywhere. Pretty close one between a double length bus and a car. I remember the tyres screeching a lot all the way and I asked H why. He said it was because they brand new Michelin tyres.

      It was like my native country and town. Eventually we arrived at a place, ground floor of a building, in front of it was like a petrol station. The place we walked into was like a school, for kids between the ages of eight and ten. H and I had been here earlier in the dream to drop off a keyboard temporarily. Now, we were here to pick it up again. I think the kids were actually teens in the earlier part of the dream. One of the kids now, was asking why we had to take the keyboard away again and H explained it had only been meant as a temporary thing anyway. H asked if anyone had played the keyboard. Some kids said they hadn't, somehow clearly afraid of being reprimanded, even though it was unlikely, but they also said they had practised at home like H had taught and demonstrated.

      I didn't speak much at all, H talked to the kids a lot. Somehow reminded me of my geometry teacher, trying to actively get the kids to think and take interest in things. Eventually, a lady walked in, the teacher who runs the place. She was happy to see the kids entertained and it was as if we'd known her and vice versa for years. I remember noticing I had my black leather jacket and my regular boots on. I think in the dream we both became distracted from our objective of getting the keyboard. There was also a set of keys we'd left in the earlier visit, but we weren't being able to find them. The layout was different from the earlier visit.

      Scraps:

      Grandma from mom's side, dad and I, talking. I remember she was holding a golden cross that she wore around her neck. I made mental note of the size of the cross, almost too big to be held by one hand alone.



      Notes:
      - I don't believe H has actually ever bought Michelin-branded tyres.
    6. A Place with a Mind of its Own

      by , 07-14-2020 at 08:23 PM (The Fourth Factor)
      (Note: The longer my dreams are, the harder it is for me to remember details, particularly conversations, and this was a long one. Thereís several hoursí worth of material here that I can only remember happened at all because I can remember remembering it in a later part of the dream, and this does raise questions of whether they ever actually played out. But, for what itís worth, it doesnít feel to me as if thatís what happened, and I do have many cases of knowing dream memory is working in that way to compare it to.)

      The earliest part I can remember is of a disaster taking place, a flood sweeping through a public building of some kind. Everybody is trying to get out. Iím one of the last out, but I wait, holding the door open so that the waters donít forcibly close it and trap the one person whoís still there. It took him a while to believe this was actually happening (understandable, considering how weird it is), so he didnít get out as quickly as everyone else.

      After this series of events is the biggest memory gap, which seems to mainly consist of meeting up with a large group of people and preparing for some kind of expedition together. I become lucid not long before weíre going to set off, although itís not so much me realizing that itís a dream as it is the unconscious knowledge that itís a dream, which Iíve been acting on this whole time, becoming conscious. And this sort of makes it feel as if Iíve been lucid the whole time, if that makes sense.

      Iím looking out the window of a house onto the rolling fields beyond as it happens. I still have some preparation to do here, though, so Iím still here packing as everybody else is leaving. Iím taking my hiking backpack, the black one with yellow trim. It occurs to me to wonder whether I need to do this in a dream, since I can just make things appear if I need them. But I have the impression, based on earlier conversations, that I might not be able to do that in some of the places weíre going, and so Iíll want to make sure I have essentials with me, at least. The last thing I grab is my brown aviator-style jacket, which I fold and pack into the backpack before buckling it and heading downstairs and outside.

      I can just see somebody disappearing past the other side of the house, down a broad stone staircase. Thatís where everybodyís gone. I try flying part of the way, but perhaps because of the hiking backpackóeven though it doesnít feel heavyóitís hard to get more than a couple feet off the ground. But flying seems to be slower than running anyway, so I just run around the side and down the stairs.

      Iím now in an area with several platforms rising a distance above the ground. Next to one on the far side is a cliff wall with a small tunnel partway up, a little above head height. A young women is nearby Ė it seems she had to stop to do something before going onward. I jump onto one of the platforms, where I see some piled-up clothing. I recognize it as a kind of uniform for us to wear. It looks a bit like a karate gi: loose pants and a shirt that ties around the front, white, though a little discolored with age and threadbare in places. On some of the edges, flowers are embroidered in pale colors. I put it on over my clothing.

      Jumping onto the last platform and up to the tunnelótaking off the backpack and pushing it in firstóis practically effortless, much easier than it would be in waking life, which makes it kind of fun. The tunnel is not tall enough to walk in, and it narrows considerably not far ahead, so I push the backpack in ahead of me. It barely fits, and I can see it slide down once it gets past the narrow point, where the tunnel slopes downward. I barely fit, too Ė I actually have to turn my head to the side to squeeze through. But soon, itís large enough to where I can crawl again, and then walk upright.

      The tunnel is made of squares of some smooth material, solid black in the center but with a stripe of red-orange around the edges that glows, lighting the way. As I walk, it slopes further downward and eventually drops me into a corridor with a grimy, institutional feel to it. All dimly and artificially lit, as if Iím somewhere underground.

      It has a distinctly unpleasant vibe Ė although part of the reason may be because of what I know about this place. It is actually a sentient environment, and not a very nice one, and now that Iím inside of it, itís going to be tracking my every move and shaping itself according to my actions and reactions. Itís not the destination Ė just somewhere we have to pass through on the way. Thereíll be a test at the end that has to be passed before we can get out Ė but this place doesnít like people leaving it and will be actively throwing obstacles in our way.

      My backpack isnít here Ė the place probably hid it somewhere, and so Iíll have to be on the lookout for it. I turn towards the right, reading the plates on the doors as I go by, deciding which room to enter first. The place looks to be some sort of school judging by what they say.

      As I walk, faint, unpleasant feeling-tones arise, like the ghosts of memories with an archaic, dark quality to them, although they definitely don't involve my personal past Ė not in this lifetime, anyway. Or maybe theyíre anticipations of what Iíll find here, behind the doors. Or maybe both. I also see a set of stairs leading downwards, but I donít want to leave this floor just yet.

      After reaching the end of the corridor, I head back, still making up my mind. Itís not terribly important where I go first, but I am aware that, as the first deliberate choice I make here, it will give the place some insight into me, will establish the course of how things will go. I decide on a room about midway between the end of the corridor and where I started from labelled ďFaculty Lounge.Ē

      As I open the door, Iím surprised by what I see. Itís a little room, somewhat like the bedroom of a hostel, with two bunk beds, a table off to one side and some assorted furniture Ė overall, quite nice apart from the lack of windows. But the really surprising thing is that itís already occupied by two people from the group I started with.

      Sam is thereóSam, maker of ukuleles, fixer of anything with strings and frets, host of concerts and an accomplished musician in his own right. His dog is there with him. The other person isnít waking-life familiar, although he does somewhat resemble one of my coworkers, with dark hair, pale skin and some kind of facial hair, I think. A dog has come in with me as well, a large, black one. I donít pay much attention to it besides noting that itís mine and hoping that the room isnít going to be too crowded now.

      Sam greets me Ė but he uses a different name, a manís name. They must be seeing this place and this situation differently than I do, I realize. It had been mentioned at the earlier gatherings that it would appear differently to everybody Ė but I had assumed that we would also be going through it alone, individually, and so it hadnít occurred to me that Iíd find myself in this kind of situation. But I can roll with it.

      We talk for a little while. At one point, one of them advises me to be careful not to give this place ďthe impression that Iím somebody it can f*** with.Ē Sam mentions that heís working on a puzzleóit seems to be set up on the table thereóand I say Iíll leave him to it. I mention, though, that Iím good with puzzles, and he invites me to come help put it together. This must be part of their test, I realize Ė and it strikes me that maybe it isnít a coincidence I ended up here to help them with it, although from everything Iíve heard, it would be uncharacteristically benevolent for the place to intentionally direct me to them.

      The puzzle seems to mainly feature cute baby animals, and it is close to being finished. I help assemble the remaining pieces as Sam tells me some anecdotes heís heard about a 20th century Viennese composer. He canít remember which one theyíre about. I notice, though, that the bottom edge of the puzzle isnít complete. Sam is stirring some sort of gooey blue liquid, and I realize that that will also be part of it: the tests, though different, all have one thing in common: incorporating two bowls of these brightly colored mixtures into them somehow.

      14.7.20
    7. 02 Jul: Reptilians rise to power and persecute vampires

      by , 07-02-2020 at 09:55 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening[/B]

      Among humans there are reptilians and vampires living peacefully as humans. They are so integrated nobody even cares about who's who, basically people have vampire or reptilian blood so diluted over time they don't even manifest powers, it's just traces of genes in their blood. But some reptilians started to manifest shapeshifting powers again and secretly organized and decided they want to rise to power. They are deeply infiltrated in the police and with the support of a large police force they attack a vampire "church". They aren't even able to fight back and they are totally massacred. I was nearby with friends and we watched it all in shock. Curfews are implemented, horrible stories of random groups and people being attacked and killed and heads cut off. But then some degree of normalcy is established and the authorities themselves implement rounding up all vampires, supposedly for their safety, but we know they re being sent to concentration camps or killed. I am in school when a letter arrives and the teachers call me in front of everybody. They are telling the other kids that people like me are being taken to beautiful camps with leisure activities and they even have a brochure to show me. I call BS and tell them all I have watched massacres and kids like me being beheaded and serving as food for reptilians. And there is something they don't know about me, I can fly. So I quickly jump on a window and fly away. The teachers sound the alarm and they activate a chase but they can't fly like I do so I get to a safe distance quickly. I draw plans to get a compass and a map and fly at night and hide during the day, so I am not spotted, until I reach the neighboring country which seems not to have descended into madness.
    8. Lots of shootings

      by , 07-01-2020 at 02:28 AM
      I'm outside in some unknown street, afternoon time and there seems to be a stadium behind me. Then out of the sudden I hear gun shots, and people started running. I dock a little and I'm a bit concerned because I don't see where the shooting is coming from. Then I see a car coming, my perception zooms and goes inside of it, there are about 5 coworkers from the school I use to work in. JO, a teacher is on the wheel, she steps on the gas as she comes near a curbside, near the side walk Im standing by. Apparently a gang, commanded by some french girls are shooting guns all over...
      I manage to go away from the shooting and now I'm calmer, I'm sitting on a bench, trying to read an e-sign with red leters moving from right to left. Then a DC, male, appears on my right and shoots me on the torso. I fell in slow motion while feeling a strong jolt from the shot impact, that transitions to WL. Then I wake up.
    9. Basic II -sneak up on DC and scare -succeded..Im not a spooker

      by , 06-18-2020 at 08:34 PM
      Basic ii -sneak up on DCs - Succeded!
      In the dream, I'm at school, in a classroom that seems to be 3rd grade. but wait! I think to myself, I finished High School and College, why am I here..??
      Then 3 girls come to my desk and I get distracted.. They started putting glue or more like slime on my desk, one of them mixes some brown and black paint on it, and tells me this is a cake for you..! As I intended to do an RC. splaaattt!! goes all over my face! I remained calm and think to myself, "This is just a dream", immediately I remembered the basic II task. I stand up, raising my both hands up, just like a lagune monster emerging from a swamp. Then I see a group of boys and I do a loud gggroooaarrr!!! they all start running away, knocking some desks down..
      Then the teacher starts yelling, "What is this mess?!!" I started wiping my face off like if nothing has happened.
      co
    10. Sunday, May 24

      by , 06-03-2020 at 03:24 AM
      Mom and Makayla are going to get matching tattoos, and I am going with them. Outside, it is very overcast. There seems to be some dark purple in some of the clouds as well. This place doesnít look like a tattoo shop; this entrance is on a patio covered by an overhang of a pitched roof. It seems more office or commercial. Inside now, the tattoo they are getting is just a jagged line. I see it on a piece of trace taped to another piece of paper and take out my pocket knife and begin to cut along the line. The trace keeps coming further than the other paper, but Iím really following the line pretty closely. Mom goes first now and grabs my hand as the female artist begins inking. Itís going on her ankle, and me and Makayla say how that is a painful spot (although I think Iím really thinking of the one behind my knee). Iím sitting right by mom, barefoot, with my legs stretched out. Itís like I am feeling the feeling of getting the tattoo too, I guess because Iím so close. I make a face and look at Makayla, a little excited at having this experience after a long time without it. When I look over, Mom is passed out, head back, eyes closed, mouth slightly agape, and I shake her to wake her up. This happens one more time. We ask the artist to call a doctor, but she says sheís not sure if theyíre taking anyone due to social distancing. She does fill a glove with water and give it to us. I pour some of it into Momís mouth but it just comically and exaggeratedly spurts back up and out. I know that Melissa and her mom are also getting matching tattoos: a lobster with heart shaped scales.




      I am in what seems to be an empty high school, on the second level. Julia from work is having me do something; it seems urgent, and I am taking it seriously. Then, she tells me itís just been a prank, which I agree is pretty funny. I think it has something to do with a book. I end up taking the book home and reading it. It is a YA with a dark green cover and is definitely not something Iíd read in real life. I think itís about a baby or pregnancy. Iím reading it to humorously spite the prank, but it is actually kind of good. For some reason I started a little ways into the book, so now Iím going back to start from the beginning. I am outside on the lawn in the front of Momís, and it seems like a really nice summer evening.
    11. Frank N. Stein

      by , 06-01-2020 at 04:16 PM
      Morning of February 9, 1971. Tuesday.

      Dream #: 1,513-02. Reading time (optimized): 1 min.



      I am at West Elementary School in Arcadia and walking to the building from the playground. I see lightning inside the main school building in the western area when looking north. Although it is a sunny morning, it is dark and stormy inside the classroom, though I do not see any of my schoolmates or teachers, only what appears to be a crude version of Doctor Frankensteinís laboratory.

      Later, I am sitting in a taxi in the back seat on the left-hand side. The driver turns around and reveals himself to be Frankensteinís monster. His name is Frank N. Stein, which I read on a card above the steering wheel, to its left. Nothing frightening happens. It seems more like a puzzling comedic event. The narrative is ambiguous, as even though I am getting a taxi home, the school day has not started yet.



      Now I ask for reasonable intelligence to understand how to decode this dream. Frankensteinís monster awakened by way of electricity that could also be analogous to neuronal energy. It represents my own waking process and nothing more. The ambiguity of the narrative also correlates with the realization that I am not starting the school day because I am asleep.



      My dreamís influence was probably from Shock Armstrong, the late-night television horror host of ďShock TheatreĒ from Channel 13 in Tampa, Florida (from 1964-1968). (There was a similar scenario I saw in a humor magazine later in my life; a gag about the ID not looking like the driver).




    12. First WILD!

      by , 05-19-2020 at 12:57 PM
      Screens off by 10, mindfulness meditation, supplements and herbs. In bed by 10:30.
      Awake|Dream|Lucid
      I'm in a hotel with my family, theres some sort of wedding happening. Tina, my grandparents, my dad, aunt, and other family members are there. There are invitations, we drop them. I hold the elevator as my sister picks them up, but the elevator leaves without them. We are at a table, eating food, my plate has asparagus and broccoli, and its falling off my plate and making a big mess. There are other people around. They are looking at us. I wake up.
      We are hurrying to go somewhere else, but I left my stuff. I go back to get it with my dad. We go to a computer station, where I left my headphones, bag, and a charger plugged in. Theres a boy, maybe a teenager, at that station. I ask if he's seen my charger, while I see him stuff it further into his pocket. I ask, how about the one you just put in your pocket? He hands it over, ashamed.
      I wake up, my 3:30 alarm is going off. I'm surprised, I thought I slept through the alarm for some reason. I take my supplements, smoke some of my dream herbs. I lay very still, attempting a WILD.
      Suddenly my vision goes from black to full real life colors. I'm in my old highschool, in a hallway. I look at my hands, way too many fingers! A DREAM! MY FIRST WILD! My dad is there again, I ask him if he's my Dream Guide, and he shrugs. I hold his arm and we walk down the hallway, passing some of my old teachers. Mrs Fina! I say hello. My dad seems to be in a hurry, I tell him to slow down, pop my head into another classroom. Mrs Ingram sees me and comes to hug me; her hair is different and she has to remind me who she is. I tell her she looks beautiful and we hug and I tear up. I return to the hallway as it fades to black. I wake up.
      I'm fighting with some siblings, I feel like it was Avatar the Last Airbender related. I'm fighting with a brother, and he tries to knock me down, but I am holding onto something and don't fall. Then I realize I'm floating.I check my hands, yep! Toooooo many fingers. I walk inside. Its my parent's house in Blue Ridge, in the basement. All three sisters and both parents are there. I remember this day, it was the first (and maybe only) time all 6 of us were together in that house. I remember my dream goals, check pockets, meditate. I sit to meditate and realize I can't reach into my pockets while I'm sitting. I stand and find a hair clip in my front right pocket, keep checking for a wand, and I feel a lighter in my front left, but didn't quite fish it out before the dream changed.
      I'm upstairs in the living room now, my family is all there. I see my old cat, Alice, run across a doorway. I tell my family I just saw her, and I start crying. Then I wake up, for good this time.

      Dream signs: school, family, floating
      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid
    13. Wednesday, May 6

      by , 05-11-2020 at 10:29 PM
      I am inside what seems to be a high school. I notice that there arenít as many people as perhaps there usually would be. There is a somewhat subdued sense of confusion, uncertainty, and unease. We have been waiting a long time for the teacher to show up, and I finally give up. I get up and walk out, calling Mom on my phone. When I ask where sheís at, she says she just got here. She asks if I see her and looking in the hallway through the window I do see her stepping out of the classroomís doorway. I guess sheís here to teach, but I am already set on leaving. I tell her ďIím so fucking done with this.Ē She just resolutely says ďokay.Ē I hang up and start walking home. I pass a driveway full of parked cars, some haphazardly, I think one even in the middle of the street. Now I have parked my car at what looks like Dadís house. An old man walks past me, heading towards the front door. He is extremely hunched over, almost completely folded, and walking quickly with short strides on straight legs. I feel bad for doing so, but I reach for my phone to take a video. Before I can get to it, the man straightens up and starts walking normally. I am now talking with him. He looks like a generic older white man with short, white hair and somewhat bloated features. He also looks different from the man I initially saw. There is also something that is giving me odd vibes about him. Apparently he is one of my teachers, and he says that heís grading some papers that I know are pretty old by now. He asks if mine is Ď[something] Riverí and I say yes, that sounds right, but I also just think thatís the title of the text? I think he is trying to hint that mine is one of the better ones.




      I am outside with a small group of unfamiliar others. Weíre in what seems to be a huge tunnel with a flat and vast concrete roof. Looking up to it, I ponder its structural stability. I think of what would happen if it were to collapse right now - would any passerby notice, would we die or survive? I think that so long as Melissa is by my side I would be fine.
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    14. Sunday, May 3

      by , 05-11-2020 at 10:28 PM
      Iím at what seems like a high school. There are a lot of others here, and we are all by smaller openings that kind of look like shop doors and have a common area that looks like a gym or foyer. Thereís going to be a competition of painting snowboards? and showing them off. These Ďsnowboardsí are blank wooden pieces that are taller and wider than actual snowboards. Iím painting mine with a stealie that takes up about a third of the space (towards the top) and is backed by what looks like the night sky blending into space. Looking around, I see at least two other stealies and think that the Grateful Dead must be trendy now. The group right next to me - they look like the trendy sort - are doing one: it is a close up on the lower portion of the stealie above some thick strips of Rasta color. I watch as they pour paint onto the board, it lingers and slowly starts to spread, and then of its own accord slides perfectly into the lines. The stealie itself is far too vivid to have been painted - it looks more airbrushed. I am at the first door on the left and was assuming Iíd be going first, but it turns out that Iíll be going last. It seems like these presentations are taking forever. I think thereís something about Melissa coming over after this; Iím getting impatient because this seems to be going on into the night.




      Iím at a picnic style table at the bottom of a slight but fairly long hill in what seems to be a pretty barren landscape. Iím with two others (Ryan and Mom?) and eating McDonald's. Iím eating hot dogs with onions or relish and say how I always get two of them because of the deal. I think I eat a few other things, feeling very full at this point. The last thing i eat is a piece of chocolate cake. There is a waiter that comes over a few times and a comment about him being gay as he approaches (I think he is wearing very short shorts). The others get up to leave, but I want to order dessert.
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    15. Friday, May 1

      by , 05-08-2020 at 05:22 AM
      I am on a walk. I notice someone coming up behind me so I step side to let them pass. I then notice an old couple coming up quickly and wait for them too. I overhear the man tell the woman that itís time to start their cardio. I think thatís great for them, given their age. I notice how thin his legs are and how thin she is. They pass me on a footbridge thatís probably 30 feet or so long, winding, with some snow left on it. Getting behind them, I say ďmind if I try to keep up with you guys? It might be good for meĒ as theyíre starting to jog. I donít think they mind even though Iím not sure they say anything and I keep following even though I know itís weird what I just did. We do end up talking about different hiking areas. The man mentions somewhere in Orange County, as if itís close, and then a spot that actually is nearby. He points when he talks, but I focus more on the woman (maybe because she is closer?). He says Ďhelloí to get my attention and then looks irritated when I look up after itís already too late. They are both nice and kind of blunt. Weíre on a straightaway of an old dirt road among some pines. To my left there is a small field. In the field there is what looks like the trunk of a Baobab tree. It is topped with flags of different countries? that are currently swelling in the breeze. It seems abandoned or otherwise has some creepy element about it. I take a picture to send to Melissa, thinking of Midsommar. For a second I think I probably shouldnít be this close to this couple with the virus going around. Looking at her, I think it would probably kill her if she got it. They donít seem to be concerned though. We are now near the top of a hill and Iím not sure Iíve been this far. There is a good view of the city behind us (very similar to the actual view) and there is another hill to the left that I think I have walked down before.




      I think Iím in a school or classroom. I have to go to the bathroom and I see that the Ďbathroomí is two stalls right next to what looks like a teacherís desk. The one further from the desk looks slightly larger than the other. The whole setup is awkward. I go different times, each time a different scenario of people at the desk and in the stalls or not. I think at one point HR Rosy is at the desk. I line the toilet seat with the thin toilet paper, conscious of everyone being able to hear what Iím doing in here.
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