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    1. 23 May; Monsters, my dog dies and robbers in Paris

      by , 05-23-2019 at 09:20 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      There are monsters outside that are triggered by motion or light, so one has to cover all windows and stay in the dark. One of my curtains opened a bit and they are outside approaching, I run to try to cover it. They try to come in. I panic.

      I am watching a talk show on tv, some socialite is the guest and they are interviewing her while laying on bed. The woman wears a mini skirt and flashes her under wear. She also has ugly varicose veins on her legs.

      My dog Bernardo is eating like crazy and seems to choke on a piece of macaroni. He is coughing so I give him space. But at some point he is so red I feel I need to help him. He tries to cough it one last time, pushes hard and I sense a blood vessel in his back bursting. I feel him bleeding internally and watch him die before my eyes. I keep repeating "Sorry baby, I love you so much" and I cry in agony and pain, unable to save him.

      At an amazing bakery, they make bread in shape of cactus, it is a special thing to celebrate some occasion. Looks yummy.

      On a ship in the middle of the sea, surrounded by other ships, seems like the movie Troy and Brad Pitt is in it. The ships are modern though and passing close to the shore where there is a town, in order to cause a mini tsunami and some damages on land. Then I see some green monsters in the water coming towards the ships. They are dark green, tube like. I manage to reach land, but the tsunami caused water to invade the streets so the monsters roam the streets. I get surrounded by three of them. I climb a wall and they climb too. We fight on a roof, I find some object that I can stick on them and they are like inflated balloons, so once I pierce them, they die.

      Doing a stop-over in Paris for 7h. I take a chance and go for a walk in the city. At first it is very nice, I am following a touristic path that goes to the Eiffel tower. But it gets dark and everybody disappears, except for a guy on a corner that seems suspicious and approaches me to rob me. I run, but he chases me. Then some other dude is near some bikes and also tries to block my escape. I have to go around a van and some bikes but I manage to escape him and head to a main street with some people. I decide to just go back to the airport, but I am considering going back the same way or I'll get lost because I don't have a map. Then I think maybe is best to take a taxi.
    2. 15 May: Feeling trapped, weirdo victorian musem and enemies at a foreign land

      by , 05-15-2019 at 02:08 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      At my mom's apartment, something happens and I need to escape. I run for the door and in the stairway I jump all floors through the empty space in middle of the stairs. I expect the chasers not to be able to do so and gain some time with that. But it is one of those recurrent dreams I have in which the ground floor has no exit to the outside and I just hide in one apartment that had the door open and a key inside. I lock the door behind me and look for a window. I find an enclosed balcony but then I open a window and jump, just to find I am inside another balcony and this repeats several times until I decide to control the dream and focus that when I exit the window I am really outside. Funny though, I am back on the top floor and not ground floor, but I fly away and hide behind nearby buildings so my chasers don't see me in the distance. Then I fly to the mountains nearby. I reach them at dusk and find a weird place covered in stone ruins and some people walking among them, like pilgrims, they don't seem dangerous, but they all are a bit mad. They let me be, but some are a bit too curious and pushy and I need to stay flying above them because I don't feel comfortable when they approach me.

      Then I am with Zilla and some other friend on a cruiseship, when we're hit by a huge storm. The ship gets dragged to the coast, enters a canal, ends up in the city of some foreign country. We are in our cabin, getting dressed to go out. It's night and it is a hostile place, but we chose to leave the ship and hide on land. We hide on some hill and we are found by a couple enemy guys. They are armed and I make a bit of a theatre that we are "defenseless confused little girls so please don't shoot us". Instead, they decide to have fun with us. One of them, a big guy, gets on top of me, but I punch him in the throat, then kick his balls, slightly slide down through his legs and apply all my force to throw him over my head and we manage to escape them.

      Then we are ok and safe and visiting a museum related to the Catholic church and full of Victorian things and morbid things related to death, all in silver and lots of lace and velvet. There is a section with a dead mummified dog in an exquisite coffin. It smells like a crypt.

      Me and the girls have settled at a home and we are living in peace. But one day we hear strange noises and we think we saw some guy moving around the house. Suddenly a very old police car stops at our door but the cops are dressed as prisoners with striped jumpsuits. We first suspect of them but they say they came to protect us as they claim to have followed a hired assassin that came to kill us and then we believe them.
    3. Beautiful Wondrous Rain

      by , 11-10-2018 at 09:08 AM
      Morning of November 10, 2018. Saturday.

      Dream #: 18,954-02. Reading time: 2 min 26 sec. Readability score: 66.



      I am looking at a map of the island of Sulawesi (Celebes) with its very unusual shape. I notice an isolated fictitious town with the name of “Core” that is otherwise where Central, West, and South Sulawesi meet. There are mostly only native inhabitants there. I project my dream self into the map to create the foundation of my dream. I decide I will play the role of introducing new opportunities and resources to the region.

      At one point, I mentally create diced pineapples in a bowl and the tribal leader enjoys them. I reassure him that I will only allow a few tourists to come to the area only during certain time periods and that I will have my team clean the region on a regular basis.

      At another point, several soldiers, all in black, come to occupy the area. I mentally create an army that comes in from a ship and wipes them all out.

      I decide to go on a journey to Los Angeles. An unfamiliar backpacker asks if he can go with us, and I say yes. I enjoy the idea of a random dream denizen (almost as if I see him as “real” or having perception) being on my ship in my dream. Although the trip is supposed to last several days, we arrive there within minutes. I try to make the ocean waves more interesting. In the distance, there seem to be huge “curtains.”

      I alter the nature and progression of my dream with the intent of increasing my dream state awareness. I create rain to sustain and vivify my dream to astounding levels (as water and its specific dynamics has always been a natural melatonin factor of the dream state). The weight and coolness of the water is incredibly realistic. I slowly fly in standing position above an unknown town in semidarkness. I marvel at the pleasurable sensations of the rain that falls upon my skin and the realistic, vivid sound of rain all around me. I fly slowly over a small canal with culverts on each end.

      I eventually land and bring out the sun. I walk down a wooden sidewalk and notice the nexus simulacrum (personified preconscious) going through a doorway built adjacent to the building on my right but of which goes to the intersection, but I mentally force him to turn around. I ask him, “What is your name?” He looks puzzled and in a hurry. “What is your name?” I ask him two more times, in case there is an interconsciousness thread present.

      I maintain the expectation that the nexus simulacrum may have a level of transpersonal intelligence that may not originate from my dream self.

      He answers with “Dennis Sunimun.” I let him leave, as he seems late for a business meeting. Still, “Dennis” is the name of my brother and “Sunimun” is an obvious distortion of “sunny man.” I was hoping for something more, evidence of intelligence beyond my own, which has been present in certain previous dreams.

      I reset my dream, with the possibility I will wake myself, but I end up in an offset dream of lesser vividness. Still, I make my way to a library to write down the event. I walk through midair, about ten feet above the street, with a few random people.

      In the library, I read handwritten details in a notebook. I write “Dennis Sunimun” several times, but when I look each time, I am not sure if it is clear enough to carry over into my conscious memory and I try writing it again. Finally, I go into another area of the library and walk out with my family.


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      lucid
    4. 6 Nov: Cruise ships and a cow herder

      by , 11-06-2018 at 04:25 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      Lucidity: ⭐ (1/5)
      Clear: ⭐⭐⭐ (3/5)
      ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

      With two other girl friends, at a dock, trying to board some big cruise ship. It feels like the 30s, we are poor and these big ships will take us to some new life opportunities. We struggled to get tickets and we struggle still to get on board. The dock is gigantic and there is no clear path to board the ships. Also, there are people randomly goind around in all directions. We finally see what looks like a cargo lift to one of the ships, but it closes doors before we get in and doesn't come back to pick anyone else up. We miss two ships. My friends want to quit, but we persist and we finally manage to board one other ship. Inside it, we have to struggle to get a pod cabin, in an area crammed with pod cabins, because the most tolerable ones are taken by other people. Some are really claustrophobic, because they are in rows and not all have direct access to the main hall, but jammed behind the front pods. After some negotiations we manage to get the ones we like. I enter my pod. I brought one of my cats with me. The pods are actually comfortable once we get inside, but my cat wants to go outside and forces his way out through the door.

      False awakening on my sofa. My dogs barking loudly outside. The tv is on but lights are out.
      I go check through the window what is going on, but I see nothing. I don't realize I am dreaming, I just keep on dreaming.
      I check the time and it's 3 am. The dogs start barking again. I go check again and I see a herd of big cows down the path parallel to my property. Some of the cows are a bit curious and get out of the path in the direction of my gate and my dog Hachi who sleeps outside the fenced area. I go outside to shoo them away. A guy comes up, he seems very relaxed about all of it. He steps inside my gate and brings my dog with him. He has his own big dog, named Lucas or something. I feel nervous, because Hachi is afraid of other dogs and gets aggressive, but the two dogs seem to like each other. I then worry when my other dogs come join the gang, because Hachi and the other male dog hate each other and that's why I keep them separate. But they don't fight. Meanwhile the guy wants to apologize for all the fuss and disturbance and hands me some money. I go get my purse and give him some change through the window. Then my yellow cat runs outside through the window. Tired of all these chaos with my animals, I go pick up the cat who runs away twice and then the white one also tries to escape. The guy doesn't get my attitude with the cats and dogs, So I have to explain to him about their temperaments and fights they had, etc. He finally goes away, and takes Hachi with him outside the gate. Inside the house I go to the toilet and I see myself in the mirror: I have a zombie-like Catrina face painting with green lips. I had no idea I had been talking to the guy like this.

      Updated 11-06-2018 at 04:33 PM by 34880

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      non-lucid , false awakening
    5. An Ocean Journey Model

      by , 06-15-2018 at 06:06 PM
      Morning of June 15, 2018. Friday.



      In my dream, I am in a mostly undefined setting of which cannot be determined to be indoors or outdoors, though it does not have the typical essence of bilocation. It seems near late morning. I am involved in adding to an ongoing model and story about a journey by sea, though the features of this model sit on the picnic table or hover in the air slightly above it when implied to be within the ocean depths. Other people seem to be present watching and listening to my narration, but I do not actually see anyone else.

      The ship seems to be a schooner, sailing from left to right in my view. I talk about the dangers that might be encountered. I slowly add an unrealistic number of rocks. The model schooner is about four inches in length.

      As my dream nears its end, I add more and more squid, which hover in the air (though implied to be below the ocean’s surface in this model) which are slightly bigger than the ship. A couple of them roll up (left to right) and transform into snails that continue to hover in the air in the seascape’s implied depths. I slowly become aware that I am dreaming and had been non-lucidly testing vestibular system correlation, which I have been doing more of in my dreams in the last few months. (This correlates with another recent dream with different autosymbolism based on the same dynamics, where a solid pipe became a hose, and the eardrum was represented as a hissing valve I “popped”, more related to the illusory “ears” of the dream self.)



      The majority of my dreams since early childhood have vestibular system correlation autosymbolism of several different types. (This includes flying, falling, hovering, and rising dreams, which are unrelated to waking life, despite the multitude of people who continue to propagate falsehoods about “symbolism” without understanding that dreams are autosymbolic.)

      Although this could be considered an extension of the usual water induction process, there is no water present (though WLWS is implied). It additionally includes the hovering factor of vestibular system correlation as well as the visual rendering (by way of the virtuous circle effect of developing a deeper and deeper understanding of dreams and clarity of mind stemming from both lucid and non-lucid dream control).

      The vestibular system correlation is represented by the transformation of squid into snail and visual analogies to the inner ear; that is, semicircular canals, vestibular nerve, and cochlea.

      What little waking life relevance (always literal) is present is based on my youngest son’s friends recently to leave the region on an oceangoing yacht, where they have otherwise lived for a long time.


    6. The Pirate Dungeon

      by , 10-30-2017 at 01:11 AM
      It began with a pirate woman and her slave boy. I don't remember where exactly this took place but I do remember that this woman was able to reverse the gravity in the room and cause things to fall "up." When I came onto the scene I saw that she had her slave boy trapped on the ceiling. She reversed the gravity causing him to fall and then reversed it again before he hit the ground. The boy was clearly terrified and begged her to stop. She wouldn't though. The woman was clearly enjoying toying with the boy like this. I don't remember what became of him.

      Sometime later, I ended up in some sort of RPG-like dungeon. I don't remember who I was with but I remember that we were there to do something. We ended up running a perilous gauntlet and we were able to make it through after several tries.

      As we were exiting the dungeon we saw Sandy from SpongeBob Squarepants holding on for dear life as a flying pirate ship attempted to suck her up through a giant vacuum. We rescued her by pulling her into the dungeon. She was grateful.
    7. 09-08-17 “Responding to the call – Guidance, Bridging & coming home”

      by , 08-09-2017 at 10:59 AM
      Yesterdays “opening of the lion's gate” in astrological terms had me set some intentions throughout the day. These were primarily poised in the directions of letting go of limiting fears and beliefs, while also opening up to the power deep within me, centred around my heart and solar plexus area. I accepted to work with energy, light energy, accepted whatever life needed of me I would oblige, despite fearing what this might be.

      In practical terms it involves committing deeper to the energetic and spiritual work in contributing to the world and its beings. This is fear provoking for me since it involves disclosing publicly to the world that I have strong spiritual and shamanic experiences.

      Ha! In a way this forum is golden as it is a sort of cheating platform to disclose secrets and try it all out.

      As of late – maybe the past 1-2 weeks I have experienced a tremendous kind of release. A release in limiting beliefs, physical fear sensations as well as attachments to concepts – particularly in the area of relationships and romanticism. I feel stronger, a resurgence in my confidence levels and a readiness to start giving more of myself to the world. It feels good saying “more” as I have also started recognising more and more that some of the voluntary conversations and modes of operating in the world for me are valuable contributions.

      Well that is enough context, on with the dreams:


      Dream (and waking visualisations) 1: “Sexual exploration”

      I find myself in a large living room. I am sleeping on the sofa, it is my father's brother and wife's house. It is in the middle of the night and I look up on the wall towards the massive television on the wall. I know that if I turn it on there will be porn on pretty much all the channels.

      I decide to turn it on, though before the image appears after having turned on the telly I turn down the volume all the way to minimum. I am a little surprised to find that there is still sound coming through, yet the sound isn't horrible so I allow the porn scene to keep running.

      It is an orgy of sorts. In particular I find my attention dwelling on a guy wearing a leather hood, while he is fucking a woman lying below him as he is standing up.

      I get aroused and go to the toilet to make preparations. While there I decide to try and observe how my arousal and dick respond to simply watching the porn without stimulating myself.

      I wake up

      As I am awake I find myself aroused and hard. I don't masturbate, but massage my perineum and find it interesting and somewhat easier than normal to circulate the sexual energy around my body. In particular I notice that I am extremely connected down the front, where I am in touch with my body.

      I then start focusing on Cille. I think of her “hole in the back” and I see how there are shadowy finger marks around the hole. So I visualise and start clearing the hole with fire, ask Raphael for help to seal the hole, which I do with the opposing triangles that compose the visual representation of the heart chakra.

      I further start healing Felix, if he wants to accept it of course, and ask for assistance in burning out the things he doesn't wish to see or that are preventing him from being happy and present in this life.


      Dream 2: “The magical island, climbing surface and an elven bridge”

      I am standing in a cave, which opens out over a big lagoon where in the middle is a small island. This island is composed mainly of steep cliff sides and a forest in the middle. Just before the main island there is a long, narrow rocky cliff side coming out of the water. The weather is bright and sunny, there seems to be a clear blue sky above the water.

      An arrow appears above us, and a small humanoid figure jumps up and catches it and slaps it in the cliff side above us, there are transparent fishing lines attached to the arrow. Following an elven figure swings across the gap between the cave and the water, maybe a mile or two. The elven figure is wearing green and orange and is like a ferryman, there to swings us one by one across the water.

      There is some talk about the attractiveness of the climbing cliff side – 700 metres facing the water of the island.

      There is some discussion that the journey has taken too long, about 4 hours and that it could be due to the elven “swinging ferry man” can only take on one passenger at a time.

      Dream ends.

      Dream 3: “Lost at sea, coming home”

      I am at sea in a dingy boat, lost and at the mercy of the sea. I am there with Mikkel L and we have been there for some time. It is mid day and we are drifting along the waves.

      We sail past a boat, which we initially hope can rescue us, but find that it is full of refugees and for some reason it doesn't even become relevant to be rescued here.

      I sarcastically remark that it would be a good opportunity to practice broadsiding this ship, opening up with all four canons on one side of our ship.

      Out in the horizon, far away, I see a sail ship – looking from the silhouette like an ancient Viking ship – and a small blotch of a ship. I hope that this is ships that can assist us.

      From a far distance the ship that started out as a small blotch shoots its cannons. One on one side of our boat and another on the other. I feel them as being warning shots, but I also feel afraid.

      As we approach the ship I realise it is the largest one I have ever seen. It is black and probably around 30-50 metres tall from the water. I wave my arms in surrender and declare an interest in wanting to be saved, all the while I think about how nice it would be if I had access to white clothing.

      Luckily the ship understands our gestures and predicaments and they start throwing down ladders we can grab onto. I find however that the ship is practically racing across the surface of the water in the opposite direction to our boat, but I nevertheless jump into the water and swim for the boat.

      I can't latch on to any of the ladders, but a door just above the waterline is opened, and a wooden entry plank is pushed out and I prostrate as I enter the ship in deep gratitude.

      I am met by the captain – Tim Smith – who asks me if it was Mikkel on the boat with me. I acknowledge the affirmative and Mr Smith continues to ask: “Is it true that he has a blog running about his journeys across the sea?”, to which I reply “yes” and then Tim asks “Has he written a book about it?”, “No” I reply.

      Then I see pages lifted up before me in a completely different scenario, sort of a beach bar with trees and sunshine in the background. On the pages a story is being written in bright red, it seems to be a draft from the blog to the book.

      Dream ends.

      There are a few interesting themes at play here.

      The first dream is highly sexual in nature, and incorporates both the animalistic nature – as displayed in the orgy – but also the renunciation of traditional friction based sex, as I attain pleasure through massaging my perineum and working with circulating energy. It is interesting that the man is hooded, representing a hidden aspect of myself that I have been trying to neglect – a yearning for the sexual exploration of the animalistic that I have particularly not mentioned to Cille, where I have emphasised the tantric, energetic unity aspect of sex.

      This aspect of a hidden yearning to explore is also symbolised in wanting to keep the volume down, so I am not noticed as I go on with my explorations. I have an instinctive feeling that this pertains to wanting this phase of my life to remain hidden from Cille.

      From an astrological point of view, this aspect of the dream seems to be an encouragement. There is an opportunity now to explore my sexual nature – again not being with Cille here being significant – in particular the more playful and kinky aspect of it. This is further symbolised by my approach towards it “wanting to observe what it does to me” rather than starting to masturbate straight away. It would seem like there is a gentle reminder to continue working towards embracing my sexuality and that it is coming up as a point of focus (which is also symbolised in the Elven figure, who acts like a bridge, dressed in Orange and Green – bridging the sexual/sensual chakra with the heart chakra.

      The second dream I see a lot of myself in the elven figure. A bridge between this and that world – symbolising my shamanic aspirations. The number 4 appear, which to me could be a pointer towards the four elements – accepting the spiritual – but also 4 quadrants of the mandala, and thus the complete and fully realised self. The fact that the number 4 appears as an irritation, that the journey is taking too long, point towards a disturbing element in my current workings. This I intuitively feel is related to how I worry about financial stability – which isn't to say that it doesn't matter, but that I am spending too much energy thinking about this instead of following my heart. There is a slightly greedy element to how the elven figure charges for the ferrying, which is an affirmative of this. I believe it points towards the fact that I want to open up more towards group oriented practices in my vocational life, as opposed to individual style therapeutics.

      I do find myself comfortable in the role as a bridge between worlds, serving as a guide between the somewhat disturbing emotions that can arise on the spiritual path (Orange) and in accepting and coming to grips with newer senses of identity in a loving manner (Green).

      Dream 3: This pertains to my acceptance of a more spiritual and energetic mode of operating and giving to the world. I have long been caught in the emotional flux caused by wanting to adhere to both a strict scientific and fluid spiritual identity – I have been lost at sea (emotionality) and seeing refugees (fleeing my call) can no longer serve me. Again I see the number 4 – as in broadsiding the refugees with 4 canons, which again points to the 4 quadrants of the mandala – here symbolising that I am no longer in the process of fleeing or escaping my true nature or my purpose with being here on the planet.

      There is an interesting theme in converting the blog/notes to a book, with the text being red as this could symbolise that financial security could come about through writing about the journey. The fact that it isn't me the journey is about could point towards the opportunities lying in writing about others, where both Cille and Nils are on the table.


      This session turned somewhat long, and I would like to cut it off by at least and hour. However it is the first time in a while that I write down my dreams and adding an interpretation didn't actually take as long as I recall.

      For the future group processes setting the context isn't going to be as extensive, as that will be done in process groups and dealt with through ongoing communication. Honestly 45-60 minutes of the time spent on this entry probably goes for procrastination on Facebook.
    8. Ambiguous Boat Ride

      by , 04-30-2017 at 10:30 AM
      Morning of April 30, 2017. Sunday.



      I presently have a cold, and when this happens, my preconscious band expands into wider, unfamiliar patterns, likely external (as it always was with Zsuzsanna before I met her). This preconscious shift sometimes transforms the emergent consciousness precursor into a completely unknown identity as here (which may be a biological factor relating to being in need of more threads from the collective unconscious due to illness), though likely also based on all the news about North Korea.

      I am on a ship (a common water induction beginning, water symbolizing sleep and its dynamics in real time as it has for over fifty years for me on a day to day basis) which seems to be a North Korean cargo ship (or so I assume from recent thoughts).

      There is some sort of situation which I am not directly involved in. It is something about an unknown male following a female around (and curiously, they are both Caucasian), even into the shower area (water induction within water induction - but not fully a dream within a dream, only composite distortion of the ship seeming bilocated with a house on land and my dream being vivified by the additional association). She seems annoyed but the matter does not concern me.

      My dream takes on an essence of false lucidity (not subliminal lucidity, which is completely different). I look in a mirror and see that the right side of my face is bruised very badly, from my forehead down to my chin, mostly red and purple. I consider that it may relate to my illness and something related to blood circulation. It is mostly covering only the left side of my face (possibly a greatly exaggerated subliminal thread of sleeping on one side).

      Again, because I have a cold in real life, my preconscious band is skewed. When I look in a mirror, I am a Korean girl of about sixteen, without the slightest awareness that I am an older man. I am focused on my face quite clearly and consider telling someone about my medical condition though I do not fully recall it as being a cold.


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    9. Dream - Magical Mayhem

      by , 04-27-2017 at 04:47 AM
      Date of Dream: THU 27 APR - 2017


      Dream No. 102 – Magical Mayhem

      I started off in some large room on a wooden ship, the most prominent feature of this room was lots of round wooden tables. Apparently there was going to be some sort of party in this room as all these items began to appear out of nowhere. Most of the items were food but there was other things like plates and cutlery. I didn't stay long for the party though, I don't remember why. I went over to this spiral-like ladder, wrapped around a wooden post, shaped like a log.

      When I climbed out of the ship, I ended up going back to my house. I was then in my garage but the difference is that there was brown leather couch in there... In real life, the garage is solely for cars. I was sitting on that leather couch and my dad was talking to me about something, I forgot what about though. Apparently we were having people come over and I had to wait for them on the couch so that I could greet them when they arrived.

      After that, I went off somewhere unknown and one by one, these strange, glowing creatures were starting to surround me... Each creature adopted a colour, either red, green, yellow or blue. Once all eight of them had spawned, they started attacking me. I was helpless at defending myself, so I ended screaming for WB louder and more distressed than in any of my previous dreams. She came over a hill in the distance and was quickly walking towards me. She then approached the glowing creatures and one by one, she picked them up and tossed them all the way over the hill from where she came.

      I have forgotten the remainder of the dream.

      Updated 04-29-2017 at 07:10 AM by 93119

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      non-lucid
    10. Giant Flying Mermaid

      by , 04-22-2017 at 10:22 AM
      Night of April 22, 2017. Saturday.



      I am on a ship out at sea though unsure of the time (though there is daylight). It seems like an older wooden ship as from a movie, though there is also a large fishing net set up on a pulley, seemingly at the front of the ship. The men are dressed somewhat like pirates but do not seem rowdy or aggressive.

      A giant mermaid, with the face of a young Zsuzsanna, and about fifteen feet in length, rises up from the ocean at the (I assume) front of the boat. For a moment, it seems that she may be partly entangled in the net. She has unusual fins around her shoulders which also seem somewhat like wings. There seems to be no threat to me, but many of the men are gathered up in the net by her and she just holds it up. (This seems to happen at least a couple times.) It does not seem she will hurt them. She is also at the side of the boat (port side) at one point. She does not seem angry at any point, just curious and amused. The men are let go and roll across the bow, some whose feet are still caught in the net.


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      lucid
    11. Weird Shit on a Ship

      by , 10-23-2016 at 07:26 PM (AndresLD's (somewhat) Crazy Dream Adventures)
      23.10.2016
      (Non-lucid)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      I was boarding a pirate-like ship in Miami. Daniela had picked me up at the airport and we hooked up on the way to the port. I was Captain of the ship. The tripulation included Tyrion and Jaime Lanister, and my miami friends too. There was a curse though, I had to keep my hands covered at all times or the demon would wake up and come for us. The demon was kinda like Samara from the Ring, although it occasionally changed into a monster. It was sleeping in one of the cabins, and we tried to stay away from it. At one point someone gave me a towel, but it was too small, and the demon woke up and started walking towards us, Samara style.





      Eventually the curse broke and the girl stood up, she was a shy, pretty girl. We are arrived at a port and I told Alejandro I wanted to sleep with Dani. I then realized Dani's sister had heard me. At that point, my gf shows up and I then realized I couldn't sleep with Dani, it would be wrong. I helped my gf get off the boat.

      This was a longer dream but I didn't write about it upon waking up. Although it sounds like a bit of a nightmare, I wasn't really too scared at any point. I love sea and pirate-related things, so just the fact that I was captain of a pirate ship I think made up for the whole being haunted by a demon thing.
      In dreams I often have partial waking-memory, in this case I had totally forgotten I had a gf until she showed up. I used to feel guilty about this upon waking up, but then, there are dreams in which I don't even remember who I am IWL, so I think it is understandable.
      Tags: demon, samara, sea, ship
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      non-lucid
    12. 16-10-15 Tsunami, High School, University

      by , 10-17-2016 at 12:29 AM
      I think I was on a really big ship, in the middle of the ocean, and we ran into a tsunami. I think the ship had to turn itself into the wave, to mitigate the impact and sail right through it.

      I was in a high school class. The building the classroom was in looked tall, and very industrial. It was located in an industrial one. Anyway, I was having an easy time, as my classmates were all teenagers, and I was 27. I think I was hitting on the teacher (young woman), wowing her with my knowledge? Later on, in the same classroom (I think) I got into a battle with someone. I think I could control rock, because I sent rock sprouting out of the ground towards my opponent. This person could control ice, however. She (or he) froze the rock and shattered it, which frustrated me a lot.

      This time I was in a (quite small) university classroom with people my own age. We were left alone with no teacher. Suddenly, people behind me (I was sitting in the front) started randomly having sex, and I just sat there feeling awkward as hell.
    13. Dream Sign to an Oblivious Mind

      by , 09-06-2016 at 08:05 PM (Exploring My Mind)
      Monday morning's dream was a pretty teeny tiny fragment, involving a super smart yet annoying guy barging his way into my house and demanding me to solve his riddles.
      This morning, however, was a bit more fruitful! Especially due to the re-appearance of a dream sign of mine.
      But first, middle-of-the-night-wake-up-fragments.
      I was on a huge ship in the middle of an ocean being ravaged by a raging storm. Alongside the storm was, of course, a sea monster, and the whole crew (me included) had to square off against it in an RPG-styled battle. And thennnn!
      I was homeless, and wandering the cold, dark streets of a city I didn't really recognize. I was trying to find shelter in whatever place I could, till eventually I met this family who decided to take me in for the night.
      Now for the non-lucid.
      I was in the house I used to live in, and sitting on the couch nearby was my ex and her boyfriend. All three of us were getting ready to watch a movie, but I was feeling pretty glum and sour about the situation, so I moped my way over to the kitchen area and pet my ex's dog for a little while. Eventually, I decided I'd just leave, and this was no small undertaking as I knew it'd be a long 6 hour drive back home. I relayed my plans to the two of them, and my ex pleaded that I stay and enjoy the movie. I, however, was resolute. I headed out. The in-between here is a blur but I do remember driving my way home on dark roads.
      Too bad I didn't do an RC. I've been training myself IRL to reality check whenever my ex sends me any messages, or if I catch a stray thought about her. However, she hasn't appeared in my dreams much lately; this was the first time in a little while now.
    14. Beware of the dog

      by , 08-18-2016 at 06:24 PM
      D1 - In a hospital room and its patient viewing time, i'm not totally sure who the patient is but have the feeling that they have been sick for a long time as the routine seems so familiar. We are sharing lunch and messing with the equipment (that can't be right).

      D2 - On a ferry/ship my daughter is escaping from parental supervision and I am in cahoots with her. No idea.
      And the end of the ship (bow? lol) she opens the doors and we can see the shore real close. Also there is a stash of cigarettes of different kinds and lighters and matches. We take all the stuff and are thinking of some kind of escape via a smaller boat or swimming.
      I am trying to learn some kind of powers so I can set light to things without needing matches Oo ? I totally believe it in the dream,

      D3 - At my parents house there is a super big dog that uses their toilet @@ ok lol.
      I am setting out my daughters toys for playing some game or other.

      D4 - I'm late for work, this is a dream I had soooooooo long ago. Where I am late for work, running late and trying to find clothes to put on. Then I have to run down the road to get the bus (which only like gets there once an hour).
      Tags: dog, hospital, ship, smoke, toys
      Categories
      non-lucid
    15. Aboard Hook's Ship

      by , 07-31-2016 at 07:13 PM (AndresLD's (somewhat) Crazy Dream Adventures)
      31.07.2016
      (Non-lucid)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      I was a kid and lost. I found a group of other lost kids and we were making our way across a jungle. We were staying the night in a cave when suddenly pirates surrounded us. We were captured and taken to Hook's pirate ship. Everyone was scared but I decided I would make the best of this situation, as I've always been obsessed with pirates. I befriended Hook and he showed me around the ship. There was a lot of work to do but I was happy to help. We were sailing in the blue ocean when something hit the ship. It was a huge crocodile that had been following us. I instructed everyone to load the cannons. As the crocodile was creeping up the port side of the ship (Pirates of the Caribbean Kraken-style) I shouted "FIREEEEEEE" and cannons starting going off. The crocodile's limbs flew off and there was a lot of blood in the water. Sharks arrived and devoured the dying crocodile as we kept sailing.

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