Chronological re-direction entry; 2nd August 2020 4th August 2020 - 1 4th August 2020 - 2 (lucid) 5th August 2020 Fragment: Canyons and ravines. Going around with someone else, but don't recall who. Eventually something about escaping or getting away. An alien "saucer" ship. Vision, of an alien communicating in an unknown language, as if on a holographic screen/display. One word stands out from the alien's speak however: Hyperdrive. I need to find a hyperdrive for these aliens, or find a suitable person to repair theirs maybe, I remember thinking. The drive would be mounted at the top of their ship? Still in the same dream, in my old home's building in the stairwell. Something seems different from how it should be. I go to one of the in-between level landings and go through one of the storage areas behind the frosted glass. They have a door on the other side which leads to a different, but mirror version of the stairwells. I don't question this in the dream, but it would have been a very good point for a RC, as this construct would be physically impossible in reality, there would be a drop on the other side, not a mirror version. The stairwell was well lit by natural light, but still many dark contrasts. Unlike in present day, the stairwell had no automatic lights. 6th August 2020 Fragment: Some early dream part was something about sending waves of hundreds of "native" fighters, fighting for some cause that a faction I belonged to was pursuing. These native fighters kept being annihilated by the enemy, which was simply better equipped. After this happened more than a few times (I remember seeing it, but not being there), I went to the fronts myself, only to find that there was no strategist in place here and so felt it was no wonder they kept getting slaughtered by the enemy. Lack of equipment could have been substituted by adequate and cautious strategy to defeat these openly arrogant enemies. Fragment: By the end of this dream I was watching some kind of live concert? There was a white female singer in the centre of a room. She started to sing a song I don't know, it was titled "Snowflake" or something. At first I thought that it was going to be silly, but then I found myself relating to the lyrics of her song, feeling like it was a song that could have come from H's perspective about me. The lyrics started off something like "something as simple as; merry Christmas!; is enough to [something] my snowflake". In-line note: Re-writing this here now, it seems there's still a lingering emotional link, despite not remember the dream very well visually; this suggests to me that this is attached to a very specific part of my subconscious, as I only have a few specific instances of this happening. Because I found myself relating to the lyrics so oddly and so specifically, I did a reality check. I had the correct number of fingers, and my fingers wouldn't pass through my palms, so I decided perhaps too quickly that reality was consistent enough that I wasn't dreaming. I remember the whole thing was all very "sing-along", with people in an audience playing their own instruments, in perfect time with the music, somehow just right, with no flaws at all. Extra note: - The music in the singing lady dream was, to my memory, completely dream-generated, but it did have elements of old timey singing/melody, which H does listen to a fair bit and I usually listen to as well when H does. - The first fragment from the 6th came from an incredibly long dream, I remember being in a lot of different places, mostly tents, trenches, battle-scarred streets, etc. I remember many scenes of both brightness and darkness, but I seem to be remembering an overly orange, sandy tone to the dream.
28/2/16 So in this dream I'm out the the front of my house throwing a party, watching Cedric Bixler-Zavala or at least someone that looks like him walk around the yard and kind of hang out. Suddenly I'm thrown into a full blown adventure again. There are these warp switches that warp you to what I assume are different worlds, and we're sent off onto a desert one, feeling oddly melodramatic. It's a dusty red sand desert with nothing around for miles except dunes and the odd building littered around, we seem to be on a hill and there's an unusual structure (looks similar to a Trojan horse) in front of this old multi-story dilapidated workshop type building, with some mechanics working on it. Cedric and I hang out, climbing around in order to get up to the top of the formation. We finally reach the top and flip down a ladder or slide or something that makes getting down to the ground very fast, since the very top is fairly high. We notice a commotion breaking out down the dunes and a little far away from us, explosions and lots of people running about with what could be guns. We immediately raise the alarm, since apparently there are people who don't look favorably on us or our mechanic crew. We immediately try to get everyone off the planet and through the warp system, closing it behind us, since we're vastly outnumbered. Unfortunately as we're yelling at two of our crew to get out of here "before they get killed" both of them are blasted by these weird energy guns. There's no time to mourn however, because we're both forced to fight off the initial enemies that swarm our workshop. I have two pistols and Cedric has some kind of AR looking weapon. I can't remember much more, I think I wake up shortly after, perhaps I make it to a transporter.
Updated 02-27-2016 at 09:14 PM by 36360
Morning of June 19, 2015. Friday. This dream apparently related to something my wife had been thinking, though did not tell me (at least recently) regarding dislike of the singer Barry Manilow due to him (or a song at the time) reminding her of when her father moved away. I have not actually seen him or heard any of his music (to my knowledge) for about twenty years. Barry Manilow is supposedly accused of murdering someone (victim unknown) - or so the in-dream back story seems to imply. Somehow, when he is fleeing the authorities (who are not that far behind), this relates to him giving my wife a set of documents in public (outside of a commercial building of some sort, possibly near a shopping mall), possibly important records of some sort, that somehow prove his innocence. It does not make much sense and my dream does not really go anywhere or resolve anything. There is the idea that he is hiding out (not with us but somewhere nearby) until his innocence is realized. He seems only about four feet tall in my dream (at least at one point), but I do not regard anything as unusual as my mind is not that “present” in the events. From here, my dream breaks off (while still in the same dream state) into a completely different focus. I am driving my brother-in-law Bob around (which never occurred in real life - he was the one that drove people places). I am not sure of the setting, as it seems mostly unfamiliar. There is some sort of concern about not driving too close to La Brea Tar Pits, which are somehow just beyond the edge of a cliff. I somehow maneuver the car so that it goes somewhat sideways (a carryover from a recent dream about a bus driver doing this). I make some sort of comment to my brother-in-law about La Brea Tar Pits before my dream meanders off into abstract settings and fades.
Deathmatch - revolutionary TV show Local television created a new show called Deathmatch. They picked up random people, used chemical substance turning human in a mindless killing machine, and dropped them in their arena. It was made as a farmland at the late evening. I was one of the picked up people. Everyone i saw was deformed, and looked like monster. I was fighting, killing everyone trying to stop me. When I was alone with a granny and her dog, the countdown timer started. I quickly ran to her, and killed her and her dog. Then the show was over. I was standing in the middle of arena, surrounded by piles of bodies and dancing a winner dance. Family meeting I was in my aunts home. We were sitting near the table and talking. A trip to the Greece - DILD With my siblings and friend we drove to Greece, to the family I was guest once in the past. We were sightseeing in the big city. The streets were crowded, but the was no gridlock on the road. We were crossing the streets in dangerous places, often jumping in front of cars, and sat on the bench. We then decided to go to the church, where famous greek singer performs. We entered the church. It was built in baroque style and rich in ornament. There was a coffin of a hero there. We sat on one of the benches. They were hanging on the chains, so you could swung on them. After a while, the singer appeared on the balcony, high, close to the roof. She was a beautiful, slim and tall woman. She was brunette, with full red lips. She was wearing a black evening gown. Her voice was as beautiful as her appearance. I couldn't control the bench, which swung like crazy. When the performance ended, we wanted to go to the shop, but we were attacked by zombies. I was trying to beat them with my fists, but they were too strong. Luckily someone helped us. We entered the shop and wanted to buy some snacks, but there was a zombie woman, who after time became more and more normal, tough aggression stayed. I was escaping from her, and thrown random objects at her. She was still chasing me. While running near the shelves with wine, I grabbed one bottle and thrown it at her. She catched it, and ran after me. I finally come closer to her, and told her that it's best to stop, chosen a snack and went to pay. The cashier told me that it cost 11 euros. I could buy that, but 11 euros for a stupid snack?! I went back to the shelves with snacks, and took another one. I payed 3 euros, and opened it. It was a pack of white chocolate balls, but inside there were miniature tennis balls. I became lucid, and told myself It's a dream, and I could've taken something better. I thought to myself that there was a wine stand nearby, ideal occasion for basic TOTM! Suddenly I heard alarm clock and immediately woke up.
(DILD) I was in some weird mansion type place, half scary ride looking and half red-light district looking. Some woman with strawberry blonde hair and tattoos walks up to me singing and I think that my cousin might like her music (then i became lucid for some reason) I realize i am dreaming and when I turn a corner i decide to try to change the scene, I open a door and try to picture something but i couldn't think of a good scene, so i ended up at my grandmas house. it's dark out though. I don't go to see my grandparents or anything though, instead I decide to work on my flying, I'm not very good at it yet. I put my arms in the air like super man and take off fast, but then I start to fall backwards back to earth, the feeling is horrible like the tickle feeling on a roller-coaster. I try again and try to go up and straight instead of straight up then falling back down. As I'm practicing my flying I see things in the dark, such as shadow men and yellowish white rotted skinned men and they're running from behind tree to tree slowly getting closer to me, I think that they're just something i created out of nervousness so I decide to change scenes again, i take off into the air shitfully and the scene changes into some mall filled with a lot of people. I fly to the second story and go into and ice cream parlor (my lucidity fades back into non lucid dreaming) I notice big line at each ice cream flavor and I can't see what flavors there are so I get irritated and smack them all in the back of the head and then they chase me around the shop and each go around i try to get a look at the flavors, i really wanted pistachio ice cream. (i woke up)
Updated 05-16-2013 at 02:04 AM by 61831
I've been awful at writing down my dreams for the past couple of months, so I'm trying to get back into it again. Here are the last three dreams I've recorded: Dream #1: Really brief dream which I don’t really remember. Something about watching an interview with some singer or something. I think he has red hair. And he talks about how he likes to hang out near dumpsters. Dream #2: I’m part of a group of kids and we are all troll hunters. We are summoned to a town that has some kind of troll infestation. We have special troll-killing weapons that we always refer to as “troll-floggers.” These weapons are basically just sticks with a spiky ball at the end. So, I guess they’re kind of like flails. Anyway, we go into this one house that looks like my grandparents’ house. And then we’re like, “Oh no, we forgot our troll-floggers! … Oh well, we can fight the troll with our bare hands.” But then we get to the bottom of the stairs (we’re walking downstairs for some reason … I guess the troll is in the basement or whatever). And the troll there is SUPER GIGANTIC. So we’re all like, “Shiiiiit!” Then one girl in the group jumps over the banister holding a hammer and I guess she’s going to use it to kill the troll. But then, the troll turns into a glass measuring cup. And she keeps smashing and smashing it. And then it like … turns into a dog … and she stabs it in the neck. I don’t know, it doesn’t make a lot of sense. Dream #3: I'm in a room with my sisters. There's bookshelf in the room and we're all discussing books. I see a book I've been meaning to read on the bookshelf and I'm like, “Oh, I didn’t know we owned that book. My mom must have bought it at the used book store.” And then I'm telling my sisters about a series I'm reading. It involves a bear and a dog who are friends, or something. There are four books in the series, but each book is actually made up of several shorter books. I'm trying to convince my sisters that these books are good, but they don't believe me. (It's kind of like trying to make them read books in real life...)
No luck again last night I will try harder tonight. I am determined! Anyway. First dream: I am in a store (Nordstroms, I think), in the back. It doesn't look like a warehouse, but that is the purpose it serves, this is where they keep all their items before putting them on the shelves. It's also connects to some sort of performance hall. There are dancers around. One of the dancers is talking to me, and tells me that there is a special discount magazine for people who have been confirmed dancers for two years. I want to get the discounts, but I have not been a confirmed dancer for two years. A big group of girls is by me, and they start singing. They are mostly Latina. A large black girl in the front is singing a solo. Second dream: I meet a boy. Me or my sisters have recently started playing some new game, and the book we use is open. Me and the boy are talking about it. I have a baby with me, and he takes it from me and walks somewhere. I follow him and see him exit a building. I go back to my original spot, (but I know that he will be coming back there soon) and my younger sister comes up and coaches me. She points out that I am wearing socks that say "Blondes" on them, and this boy is a brunette, and that might hurt his feelings. I put my shoes on to hide my socks, but she tries to convince me to put on one of her shoes, which is velcro and much too small for me. This confuses me. Third dream: I'm riding in a car with E, S, and probably A although I don't really remember who the third person was. It's more like a sled though - it has no roof or doors, and I feel concerned about this. I drop my cellphone off the side, and we pull over and I run back and get it. At some point in one of my dreams I think I had a new puppy, but I don't remember.
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