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    1. Return to Dreaming

      by , 12-04-2016 at 08:11 AM (Journeys through Spacetime)
      Finally! My dreams have come back!


      I am searching around a building looking for a large '27' bird. The number is bizarrely associated with it. Eventually I go outside and an earthquake occurs. Tall buildings are falling over everywhere.
      I survive though. After the calamity, I am in a classroom, and I dearly want to buy a racehorse.
      I can buy one, however it is not allowed. The teacher attempts to stop me and others, however she will be fired if the students do not like her. Soon I am crossing a road...

      I wake up.
    2. Elder Darker

      by , 09-23-2016 at 12:32 PM
      Elder Games: At my aunt's house cleaning. I assumed the kids would help but they don't. I set up a complex gaming system and lay out a spread of food. A bunch of elderly people in wheel chairs show up for a gaming competition.

      Darker: A friend and I wander from city park to city park trying to find the area with the darkest sky for stargazing. Each time we find what I believe is the darkest sky my friend says, "Nope. We need darker." We continue searching until we find the darkest sky. We then lay on the grass trying to make out the constellations.

      6 hrs sleep
      Categories
      non-lucid
    3. [18-09-2016]

      by , 09-18-2016 at 10:05 AM (Snehk's Dreamlands)
      Fist dream

      With mother and sisters we were driving from city to our house after some shopping. I was looking at the sidewalk, trying to find someone amidst all the people, but as I was trying harder, the car speeded up to light speed.

      Second dream

      I was in my old school at PE lesson, with all people from my current school. There was a change - we had a new teacher, who was a really rude and quick to anger person. It was a tall, dark haired man. He shouted at everyone, when with few people we left sports hall he locked doors to it. We took a seat on a bench and waited until he'll come. Someone opened the door and escaped from him - the man went after him but we sneaked past the teacher and escaped.
    4. Four Mimes and a Ma’am

      by , 09-17-2016 at 03:17 PM
      Morning of September 17, 2016. Saturday.



      I am with my wife Zsuzsanna looking at a smoother version of Google Maps that is almost like watching clear film footage. The view is being shown as if driving down Highway Seventeen (now called Cubitis Avenue). I show her where Harold M lives, going south at first, although the orange grove is gone. I see the new fence near where I used to live.

      After a time, I am on the scene without giving my transition much notice. I appear to be just south of my old home, but it seems to be gone. In fact, the entire area seems empty except for one shed closer to the highway. The area seems shaped somewhat like an elongated right triangle. I tell someone else how “my house is gone”. However, a short time later, I notice it is actually there, though appears to be some sort of greeting card store with the entrance to the south (rather than west). Although this puzzles me, I have a interest in continuing north to see how things have changed.

      I somehow end up at an unfamiliar travel agency in a tall building, near a long counter on the north end of a small room that also features a tall postcard rack, though I am not really interested in a brochure someone gives me. I am now trying to find my way out of the building. I try to go through a doorway, but it seems it is not actually a doorway because it is too narrow for anyone to go through and is more like an open corner of two truncated walls with a narrow glass and metal window. I ask an older businessman how to get out of the building and he points to a flight of steps just to my left. I soon see that one can go either up or down from here. The steps going down appear to lead to an enclosed parking area. I try going up but decide it is probably going to be too steep. I decide to use the front entrance, where I should have left through in the first place.

      I soon end up in a similar situation in what seems like a restaurant. This time I decide to go down a flight of stairs but I do it by sitting down and then sliding down on my backside. There is an unfamiliar woman with her young daughter and they also use the stairs but the woman seems confused about where she is going. “Get back here,” she says to her daughter, because the bottom of the stairs opens out into an enclosed street, which I then follow into an outside area. Even though using a flight of stairs in a dream shifts my consciousness in a more perceptible way, I do not become lucid.

      I go past an automobile repair shop and filling station. There are four young men, perhaps only about nineteen or twenty years of age, who are working on a car. I think one of them is Brenda W’s younger brother Albert. I then realize that would be ridiculous since he would be around fifty years old by now. Still, he and the others seem cheerful and happy to see me even though I am probably a total stranger to these four. I then decide that I will actually look for Brenda.

      “Do you know where Brenda lives?” I ask, giving her full name. They nod happily and say they will show me. Along the way, I notice it now seems late at night. Apparently she still lives in the same house she has all her life. I follow them northward. After a time, instead of four mechanics, they transform into mimes, even being dressed differently with no discernible changing-of-clothes event. I do not really regard this absurd change. They circle around me while making exaggerated up-and-down wing motions with their arms as if they were birds (which in fact is a tertiary dream sign due to the movie and cartoon gag of the circling of birds around the head of someone who has been knocked unconscious, though I do not catch this very obvious clue). They also pretend to be scuba divers and competitive swimmers as we continue along. Eventually, they all hold out their hands close to me as if expecting me to give them coins for their performances.

      When we reach Brenda’s driveway when it now seems to be late morning after being late at night moments before, I give one of them fifty cents; two shiny American quarters. He tells me to follow the path to house number eight. They go on their way as I very soon see a metal screen door with the number eight written on it in black with a felt pen. I also see the numbers nine and ten written on the door with a felt pen, but those numbers have a diagonal line (which slopes down to the left) through them (to invalidate their previous implied usage as the house number it seems.

      I see Brenda through the window of the screen door. She is sitting in an armchair. To my right, I curiously see, through a row of windows, a row of open bags of cement, gravel, and sand sitting inside the house but I do not think it to be that unusual. They are vertically propped up against the windows on my side so that I mostly only see the tops.

      “You can just keep going on to the next house,” she says in her Southern accent and with undisguised sarcasm. She seems younger than she would actually be; about forty. Still, she slowly recognizes me and as she opens the door as I am still standing on the outside steps, I tell her how I am married to a wonderful woman and have five children. This is strange because I still do not have an iota of lucidity. I tell her that I am sorry for not telling her more about things when we were younger. We embrace, but it is not sexual in any way, more as a simple acknowledgement and preconsciousness to waking consciousness transition in liminal space.



      Brenda was usually a verified “stand-in” for my soulmate (Zsuzsanna) regardless of our real-life relationship. She sometimes formed half of a composite when my “mystery girl” was not more clearly defined as Zsuzsanna (before I met her). This dream seems unusual (especially after all this time) as she mostly seems to represent herself as well as my preconscious personification where she only appeared as such in my childhood dreams, and one dream of 1991 just prior to finding out my “mystery girl” (Zsuzsanna) was actually a real person with appearance, unlikely accent, birth date, birth location, and every single nuance (including unlikely mixed ethnicity) being the same since seen in dreams from earliest memory.



      I am slightly puzzled over the bags of cement. They appear near windows and may be a dream sign due to their resemblance to the shape of a pillow (thus could be a play on my pillow being subliminally perceived as being too hard or not of “perfect” comfort). However, gravel, cement, and dry sand sometimes represent low-level dehydration. It could be a mix of both, though I was atypically thirsty when I woke.



    5. Searching for Music

      by , 10-19-2015 at 03:19 PM
      Morning of September 19, 2015. Saturday.



      I am searching for particular versions of a song that seems to be very important. I seem to be searching for information on it as well as supposedly rare recordings. It is the song “Liebestraum”, which I vaguely hear in the background at many points (as if of a dream within a dream). I am not sure why I need all of the rare copies of this music. I hear a beautiful slower orchestral version as well as other versions.

      At one point, I start to think about how it is seemingly in waltz time, which surprises me somewhat in my absentminded reflections. Later, an unknown elderly lady tells me that my pronunciation of “Liebestraum” is incorrect and that it is pronounced like “life a soul”, which I do not question or in fact, even associate with English words for whatever reason. I am also curious about what “Liebestraum” means, though finding the actual music seems a lot more important than the title.

      I manage to find a few less rare recordings of the music. I visit a library-like setting. I reflect on how the various chord-like structures flow throughout the music, seeming perfect in their transitions.

      At one point, there is something about a militant group pretending to be passive and understanding of another group. It seems relevant to perhaps the late 1700s. It seems they pretend to be victims of a war or at least with fake injuries. I think they have the goal to infiltrate the other group eventually, but the concept is not fully clear. One (unknown) male has bandaged arms and the kind group carries him in a stretcher back to their location. However, there is not drama or personal threat at any point.

      I do not remember hearing or playing “Liebestraum” in over thirty years (at least of which I remember). It means “Love Dream”, which I did not seem to know at all in my dream. I know that I did not know the meaning when I played it as a child.


      Tags: music, searching
      Categories
      Uncategorized
    6. Highest Recall Rate Yet!

      by , 11-03-2014 at 04:14 AM (Sharpshoey's Lucid Journey)
      I woke up a lot of times last night and I was really happy with the recall that I had. I was sure I'd get an LD from all the MILDs I did while going back to sleep, but I'm still happy even though I didn't LD. Maybe it was because I was really tired so I was able to MILD for only like 5 seconds before my mind drifted off.

      Dream 1
      I am in the NFL and I am a superstar running back. I kept on evading tackle after tackle.

      Dream 2
      I am in this house and there are these monster type things going around killing people. There was a scene where a security guard was looking at something, and a monster snuck up behind him and stabbed him. I was standing in a bedroom and someone asked me something and I was sure that I knew who did it, because I was the best detective ever.

      Dream 3
      I was in my teacher's classroom with one of my friends, who isn't in that class IWl. It had something to do with basketball too.

      Dream 4
      I stop my car at a stop sign by my old Elementary School. I am going to Open Gym for Basketball.

      Dream 5
      My mom thought someone stole a red towel that she had, so we all got in the car and drove around looking for it. I saw a house with a red towel hanging out to dry and I thought that was it, but then I saw another house with a red towel. I then realized that all the houses had a red towel hanging out to dry and I was wondering how we were going to figure out which one was ours.

      Dream 6
      I have a bible study at my house because the person who's house we usually go to has something else to do. B pulls up in my driveway in a silver car. The driveway goes right up to my front door, instead of having a sidewalk like IWL. I look around and the house is really messy and disorganized. I make a mental note to apologize when the people come in. I know my mom will be mad because the house is dirty and people are coming over and she doesn't know about it.

      Dream 7
      My mom suddenly knew how to speak Spanish and was teaching me different words and we were having some mini conversations. I had chicken nuggets in the over and I took them out to eat. I was wondering what time I should eat the chicken nuggets at.

      Dream 8
      I am in a class at my school...it's not an actual class I have. There are some people in there from my church who are the kids of the church staff. We get to go home early that day and they have to go directly to church to help clean up and I feel bad for them because that would be a total waste of the rest of the day. I am then in the band room of the middle school I went to. There are pictures and videos of nude people dancing and some of my teachers are in them. I am sickened by the sight of that.

      Dream 9
      I am sitting in a circle of chairs in the library talking about how many computers you should own and which computers are the best.

      Dream 10
      I am outside another kid's house. His neighborhood is a really long street and there are a bunch of houses on each side, with perfectly green lawns. M, E, J, and another kid are having are playing football. E is in a white shirt and it for some reason got soaking wet. She is really hot and I stare at her chest. The other kid is now just in his underwear, and the other's comment on how he always does that. He was looking around for his clothes. I see about four little kids playing football behind my car which is parked in the driveway. I exclaim that I recognize one of the kids from a basketball camp. I then say that we are best friends. I go on my Ipod and look on Instagram, nobody has liked the pictures I've posted and I feel bad about that. I think that my next post should be of me at open gym, but I think that may be a bit stupid and won't get any likes, so I decide not to. I then try to decide if I should get Twitter.
    7. Chicken Man and a Mouse? (Non-Lucid)

      by , 07-25-2014 at 08:04 AM
      In the dream I was looking for a mouse that had gone missing (can't remember from where/what/who). I then went searching for it and someone told me to go talk to the chicken guy, who was a man with a chicken wing a head (but sometimes it was just part of his head, but that alternated during the dream). I then found him behind this fence and he dropped the mouse I was looking for that kind of floated to the ground like a leaf before scurrying off. I caught it and the chicken guy let me have it (even though it was originally his) and I ended up becoming friends with him.

      I was then searching through tubs, containers - anything I could keep the mouse in. He wa really tame and didn't run away if I set him on the ground. I then turned around and the chicken guy from before was running off with the mouse. I was angry at him stealing the mouse like that, soon I was in a bus and he was in one too, falling to the ground 'battling' next I was in a plane flying over the ocean.

      Updated 07-26-2014 at 12:54 AM by 70048

      Categories
      non-lucid
    8. 5/17/2014

      by , 06-12-2014 at 12:41 AM
      I dreamt that I had bought a car and I took it to a mechanic to install spoilers and a speaker system. When they got done, I found out that they did something to the car so that people could open my hood with their radios. I spent my whole dream looking for the mechanics so they could reverse what they did.
      Tags: car, searching
      Categories
      dream fragment
    9. 12/10/12 - Non Lucid, with JC apartment and corn muffins

      by
      LAJ
      , 12-12-2012 at 07:36 AM
      Renting an apartment to JC. Very tidy with the bed made. Minimalist. I made corn muffins with sausage - but they were very late and hard to get them completed. Something about lips. JC disappeared.
    10. Death Prediction, X-men, W.I.T.C.H.

      by , 11-05-2012 at 01:11 PM
      //No LDs//

      #1 - W.I.T.C.H.

      I was reading some kind of W.I.T.C.H. magazine. I searched for character that I "might become" (whatever it means...). I found two of them with descriptions. One looked like Hay Lin. Can't remember the other one. It could be Cornelia, though. Anyway, I wasn't sure which one I should choose. I was near 'Cornelia', but my cousin said [with a big smile - he wasn't serious] 'Hay Lin' is perfect to play. Then he showed keywords that described her. It was "happy, melicious, bitchy". So I decided it will be 'Hay Lin'.
      Don't remember rest of the dream.


      #2 - Prediction of Death.

      I was in some room with man and woman who were around 50. I knew their two sons. And I somehow knew they're going to die. So I told parents it. Mother started crying. Didn't see father's reaction. I knew that one of the sons will be shot in the chest.
      Later this one was in some empty building. There were bunch of people who were trying to shoot him. I'm not sure if they weren't halfdead or even fulldead (zombies?). And building was really old. I took guy's hand and started running away with him. I was trying to protect him. I got two shots - one around the chest and another one in the stomach. But I didn't stop running, though I was tired. Felt like I was going to fall. I knew I can't stop, so I kept running, ignoring everything.
      Finally, we left the building.
      And then... All I remember is that I couldn't save him.


      #3 - X-men.

      I've become one of the X-men. It was very, veryyy exciting. We were already supposed to sleep, but I and Scott wanted to find something. I don't know what was that, but we were very careful about it. We were jumping instead walking, because we thought steps are too loud.
      Then someone woke up and started searching... for us? Not sure. But he was really near and there light turned on. I turned it off, but there was still on!
      It turned out that 'he' was Wolverine. He wasn't mad, rather amused and let us continue it all.

      Updated 11-06-2012 at 01:16 PM by 59019

      Categories
      non-lucid
    11. Flying and cool t-shirts. :D

      by , 09-24-2012 at 06:51 PM (Awake to take in the view...)
      So I remembered two of my dreams last night. The first was non-lucid, unfortunately. The second was lucid! DANCING BANANA!

      First Dream:

      I had come back from some sort of shopping mall, and I had gotten some T-shirts. My parents had bought me some, and I had bought some myself. The coolest one was this one of a glow-in-the-dark abominable snowman. I know my parents think I'm too old for those, but I don't care. And I didn't care in the dream, either. ^^ Surprisingly enough, my parents actually thought it was cool too in the dream. That should've been a recognizable dreamsign, because they weren't acting normally, but I didn't get lucid.

      We were going to go to another really cool shopping mall - apparently, in this dream world my family and I are quite the shop till you drop people O_O - and I wanted to wear my new T-shirt. You have to understand that even IRL I am obsessed with T-shirts. I have at least fifty of them, no joke. Anyway, I wanted to wear the T-shirt because 1) it was new, and 2) it was glow in the dark, and we would be driving to this mall at night. So I wanted to see it glow.

      I was going to be late (as usual) so I grabbed my backpack on the way out the door. This backpack was supposed to have all my new T-shirts in it. I got in the car and looked through my backpack. It was this really cool, high-tech outdoors backpack that looked almost like a Camelbak. But I couldn't find the dang shirt. I searched a million times through all the pockets and found a ton of shirts, but not the one I was looking for. I asked my parents for help but they couldn't help me.

      It drove me insane. And I was as disappointed as heck. I wonder what this means. Trying to find something that you want really, really badly, and then not finding it....this could relate to my real life.

      Dream 2:

      LUCID! Well, not at first. I was at a park for my brother's cross country meet. The park was beautiful. It was covered in lush grass with some dirt trails, a few fallen branches littering the ground. There were beautiful white and gray tree trunks everywhere - they looked almost like aspen trunks, but without all those creepy knot things, and they were normal sized, not skinny like aspens. There was also a river.

      A group of us were standing, waiting for the runners to come by. We were all wearing sweatshirts and such because it was cold and foggy. Then we (somehow) found out that the river was going to flood, and we would have to get ourselves and our stuff out of there before it happened.

      In a large quantity of my dreams, I am able to fly. This was the case here as well. It's so vivid that when I was younger, I actually got confused and thought I could fly in real life too (thankfully, that didn't end up in injury!). I decided that I could both save myself and help save our gear by flying into the air, so I kicked off and flew my usual way - as though I was treading water with my feet, but in the air. I climbed a few feet into the air. I was next to my aunt, a few people I didn't know, and a tree trunk. That was right around where I realized that I can only fly in dreams; thus, I must be dreaming. Calmly but excitedly I continued to fly. I hovered in front of my aunt, who was wearing her ragnar relay sweatshirt, and told her, "Hey, do you know that this is a dream right now?" or something along those lines. I had read that dream characters are supposed to deny that, but I didn't think this would be the case with her, and I was right. She simply said something like, "Oh no, I didn't know that. Thanks for telling me," but didn't seem all that surprised. It was surprisingly hard to talk - I don't always talk in dreams, and it was hard to make my voice work for some reason. I think when I finally did force myself to talk, I actually made a sound out loud (sleep-talked). Unfortunately, shortly after that, I woke up. My next goal will be to try and stay asleep, because as of late I've been waking up shortly after attaining lucidity.
      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid
    12. M looks for his love

      by , 03-11-2012 at 08:39 PM (Visions in the Dark)
      I do not participate in this dream directly and I see everything happen in the 3rd person, like I am watching a movie. There is a tall muscular man with long black hair (I will call him "M"), and he is working as a bodyguard for a gangster. It is night time and the gangster's entourage is driving slowly along a road by the sea. There are many people out walking along the beach and many are drunk or having wild parties. The town not far away is a tourist destination with many shops and historical buildings, but those are only fronts for the many criminal activities that go on. There are many gansters vying for control of the area and right now the one M works for is on top.

      The limo goes to a mansion by the sea and the gangster throws a huge party filled with celebrities, drugs, and prostitutes. All of the other bodyguards partake in the indulgences but M sneaks off to have a look around town. The town is empty and the shops closed and the silence is only broken by M's footsteps on the cobblestone roads. He is looking for someone, a woman with red hair whom he loves, but he does not know where to find her.

      M returns to the party and his boss insists that he have a woman for himself that night, so he picks one from a line-up that is presented in front of him and takes her to a room upstairs. M knows that she is a sex slave in a trafficking ring and doesn't want to be there. He has not desire for sex with the unwilling or drugs and offers the woman some food until she falls asleep on the bed. M stares out the window until morning comes.

      Early next morning, while his gangster boss and fellow bodyguards sleep off their hangovers, M heads to town again to ask shop owners if they have seen the red haired woman. No one can help him but he indadvertantly stumbles upon a rival gangster's sex slave trafficking ring behind one shop and finds a woman he knew long ago in other country. He buys time with her from the rival gangster and takes her to a room where he wants to ask her how she ended up there.

      The woman knows that the gangster is having them watched and tells M to be quiet and that they have to have sex or they will both be killed. M tries to fake it at first but the woman is insistant that their intercourse be as real as possible so M complies. After they have both orgasmed and collapsed from exaustion, the rival gangster's goons come and take the woman away before M can ask her anything.

      M is very angry and after redressing himself he goes back to the slave shop and beats several of the goons unconsious before confronting the rival gangster, who gets away on a motorbike. M's boss shows up and congratulates him on driving the competition away and offers to promote him from bodyguard but M refuses. His boss leaves and M can finally talk to the woman he knows and she tells him that she was kidnapped and forced into slavery while looking for her husband who went missing after visiting this town. She says she does not know where the red haired woman is.

      I cannot remember any more of this dream.
    13. Inshelltion

      by , 02-10-2012 at 10:35 PM
      #6

      I'm trying to find somewhere. For some reason I go to the house of a kid I hate to get directions off the back of a shirt. I have to be quiet as not to give myself away. The place I'm trying to go is a long drive completely on interstates then a short walk. I drive this distance and somehow end up like inside the walls of the interstate. I meet a girl and we go inside her mind inception style. We are now searching for a place inside her mind. She has to attempt to forget everything about society and civilization for us to find it. We float around in search of this place but we keep ending up back on the top of the interstate sides, and the girl gives me a pack of cigarettes. Eventually we take a break on the side of a cliff, overlooking a city on the edge of the lake. To our left are two huge machines incinerating houses and knocking them down. To our right is the lake. Everything becomes super trippy. The lake changes colors and the grass becomes super bright. the houses all flash iridescently. I see a turtle on the cliff and it flys lazily around with brilliant purple tracers and green and purple moving around its shell (like visuals on lsd). I take my pack of cigarettes out but whats left have all been broken in half. I look around and find another one full and lit sitting next to me.. Me and this girl discuss the scene. I ask her why the machines are necessary, but she can't seem to answer me. My alarm goes off and I wake up.

      Updated 02-11-2012 at 10:46 PM by 52918

      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    14. Where are my clothes? (fragment)

      by , 09-27-2011 at 01:15 PM (...from the dark corners of my mind...)
      DJ Log: September 27, 2011 – 8:00AM (USA Eastern)
      · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

      I am running around naked in a large metal fabrication workshop, searching for my clothes. I find my shoes near a loading dock in the front of the shop, then find my undies hanging in the ceiling beams. I look all over the place, but I can't find my socks, pants, or shirt.
    15. 29th Shared Dreaming Attempt - Ahsaka

      by , 09-10-2011 at 01:35 PM (International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal)
      Ahsaka's Dreams

      1. I was in the midst of working on a speech for an upcoming event when outside I heard the faint strains of violin music. It was Summer by Vivaldi. I went outside and followed the music to try find out where it was coming from.

      2. I don't know why but I was left in charge of watching several kindergarten aged kids. There was something important I was supposed to be thinking about but the kids wouldn't allow me any time to think. They kept climbing on me and trying to play with me.

      3. I was at a family get together. My sister was talking almost non stop, bragging about the places she's been and seen. It was rather annoying and I tried to ignore her by starting my own conversation with my brother. He had just started talking about his kids when my sister interrupted and started bragging about how wonderful and intelligent her little sons were. She happened to mention that they would be going to Mexico because her son was learning about it in school.

      Quite suddenly I remembered writing, To Mexico or bust!! somewhere. I then decided that I would tag along with my sister to Mexico in an effort to further my own personal educational aspirations. i told her that I would come with her.

      The dream scene changed. We were sitting in an airport. I was surprisingly calm and devoid of my fear of flying and I thought that this was very strange. I did a reality check simply because the lack of fear was unnatural for me. I quickly found out that I was dreaming.

      I became anxious. I wanted to get to Mexico ASAP. I had the overwhelming feeling that this dream would be a short one. I attempted teleportation but found that I was anchored quite formidably in the airport. I tried spinning to change the scene but that did not work either. It only drew suspicious stares from the people around me. My sister looked very ashamed of me.

      I knew the dream would end soon. I had not time to spare. If I could not get to Mexico maybe I could find Yeon in the airport crowd. I started yelling "Yeon" hoping someone would answer. No answer came so I began yelling "Windhover! I know you're here. It's me!" Still no answer. By this time I didn't particularly care that a crowd of bug eyed onlookers had gathered around me. I stood up on a bench and continued yelling, at the top of my lungs, for Windhover.

      I woke up quite suddenly, frustrated that I had not gotten to Mexico or found Yeon/Windhover.
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