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    1. The creepy monster sang me a song! And then killed me.

      by , 05-24-2019 at 01:45 AM (Awake to take in the view...)
      Two nights ago, I had a dream about a creepy monster. It started out as an orange snake, female. Then it turned into an evil monster. Apparently, it was called a "ground Shrek", and despite the reference to a kid's movie, it was actually quite terrifying.

      It had glowing yellow eyes, and a mouth that was filled with sand. It sang a song as it began eating/killing everyone, and it went like this:

      "...And we shall be appointed view
      Of earth's eternal sleep."

      There were a few lines before it but I couldn't make them out. It kept singing this creepy ditty over and over again as it killed people, and its voice was now deep, masculine, and hollow. The song had a tune similar to a church hymn that I know, "Go Forth With Faith", which for some reason makes it even creepier.

      It raced towards me, and I couldn't get away in time. The last thing I heard inside of its mouth was this song, and I fell into the sand that fell even further into a black void. At that moment, I believed that I was facing death, and I would finally see what the afterlife was like, if it existed. Then I woke up. Terrifying, but cool.
    2. My Strange Music Video

      by , 08-12-2018 at 08:59 AM
      Night of August 12, 2018. Sunday.

      Reading time: 1 min 29 sec. Readability score: 73.



      I had made a music video of one of my songs. An unknown male happily praises my work, saying how “perfect” it is. I had supposedly not seen it for a long time.

      The video recording is somehow on an audio cassette. (I have not recorded on audio cassettes for years.) I notice that the tape, in a cassette deck about three feet below the monitor and vertically oriented, had been left near the middle and I remember that not having a cassette tape rewound when not in use exposes the surface and might cause wow and flutter and damage the area. I start to play it, but it is about a minute into the song, so I rewind it to the beginning of the video.

      “My” song turns out to be a strange version of “Sloop John B.” It mostly features me standing and singing in front of the sides of old ships. I am singing out of key. My voice is wavering and is annoying. Not all the words are the same as the original song, but I eventually make out, “So hoist up the John B’s sail. See how the mainsail sets.”

      In the last scene, I notice a cannon pointed towards the viewer, on the right of where I am standing in a closeup shot from my chest up. It appears to be protruding from behind a tarpaulin.



      My dream is a typical mix of associations that are unrelated. The main idea comes from sailing, as I had been using the word “oneironaut” (“dream sailor”) in some dream-related essays I had recently been writing. (Boats and water occur regularly in my dreams as it is.) Another word I had been using recently is “canon,” though related to known facts about my dreaming history. (In contrast, there are photographs from when I was about four, where I sat astride a cannon in a park.) Being the video’s last scene, it is the reactive representation of the cessation of the dream state. (Additionally, it may be a phallus association that reflects a need to wake and use the bathroom). In real life, I had recently made a video of a recent track of mine, but there are no vocals.


    3. Playing Guitar for a Break Room Crowd

      by , 06-15-2018 at 11:24 AM
      Morning of June 15, 2018. Friday.



      I am carrying an acoustic guitar, walking around in an unknown large room of equidistant picnic tables, similar to the break room of the factory (Northern Engraving) I worked at in the 1980s. The lighting is dim but it is clear enough to see. At first, I am mostly lazily strumming an up and down series of chord progressions that are not musically interrelated; C, D, E, D, C (in Majors). The chords are not fingered correctly even though the guitar is perceived as having the standard tuning. I mostly move my left hand, fingers all in a row, down and up the neck, leaving the second string open, which would not result in a proper sequence of chords either by fingering or by more desirable musical progressions. What I am playing would, for example, imply a C Major chord being F#, B, E, A, B, F# which is incorrect.

      Danny Trejo sits with others, facing me, and watches me from another part of the room. He looks at me as if he is very annoyed by my activity. I start moving my left hand closer to the sound hole to create chords of a higher pitch, sometimes playing only the first four strings, though with the same unrelated down and up sequences of three Major chords. Eventually, it seems to sound better and takes on more of a song-like quality.

      I find myself walking near another group of tables and playing both rhythms and melodies. There is a fuller sound, but of which would not be possible in real life, as the melodies and rhythms are simultaneous. A girl unknown to my dream self (though meant to be a rendering of Lucille Starr as in 1965) is soon walking to my right, having stood up from a nearby picnic table. She starts singing very harmoniously in French. (“Quand le Soleil Dit Bonjour aux Montagnes” / “When the Sun Says ‘Good Day’ to the Mountains”.) I continue to walk around playing intriguing melodic patterns as the singing continues, until my dream fades.



      Autosymbolic threads of the dreaming and waking process: Other than the transformation of the preconscious personification in the waking transition (by way of non-lucid dream control) to the emergent consciousness factor as Lucille Starr (who represented my subliminal memory of Zsuzsanna as I woke), most of this dream is based on literal factors and literally focused awareness (rather than the typical autosymbolic focused awareness).

      Literal threads of dreaming and waking process (dream state indicators): The song itself (“When the Sun Says 'Good Day’ to the Mountains” as a waking process reference and “Je suis seul avec mes reves sur la montagne”, sang in English as “I’m alone with my dreams on the hilltop”.)

      Non-lucid dream control evidenced by: Transformation of the preconscious waking autosymbolism from Danny Trejo being annoyed to Lucille Starr singing joyfully on my right. (Waking orientation is typically autosymbolically rendered as to my right as I sleep on my left side, which is less exposed to the real environment.)

      Present real-life-related literal threads: I follow Danny Trejo on Twitter but we do not post to each other. I am joyful in being married and with a loving family for over twenty years.

      Past real-life-related literal threads: I produce music, but I do not play acoustic guitar as much as when I was younger. The Lucille Starr song was one shared between Zsuzsanna and me before we met (as well as being a song from my childhood) and is very nostalgic for me. She sent a copy to me on cassette.



      Abridged and simplified on Friday, 15 June 2018. I offer thanks to the casual reader for their time and interest.


    4. 21 October 2017: Happy Children in Church

      by , 10-21-2017 at 03:56 PM
      Before I fell asleep, I read most of Chapter 8 of "Faith is the Answer" by Norman Vincent Peale & Smiley Blanton and I prayed.

      I dreamed of many little children singing happily in a church building on a mountain top surrounded by snow.

      I laid on my back for most of the time I slept on this night and when I woke I felt very refreshed. I don't think this is only because of my sleeping position although that has something to do with it, I feel as though reading the "Faith is the Answer" book and praying also are reasons why I felt so refreshed.

      Updated 10-21-2017 at 04:03 PM by 61868

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    5. Dream - To The Bachelor Mansion & Octopus Mario & The Runaway Karla & Just My Kitten Luck & Don't...

      by , 09-15-2017 at 02:02 PM
      Smashed a record! 5 dreams in one night, up to letter E in my ordering system! The evidence is in the title which won't fit the text of the last dream! So I'll retype the journal title below

      Dream - To The Bachelor Mansion & Octopus Mario & The Runaway Karla & Just My Kitten Luck & Don't You Forget About Me



      Date of Dream: FRI 15 SEP - 2017



      Dream No. 195 - Separated Sections

      Dream 195 A - To The Bachelor Mansion
      I don't remember how the dream started. I was at the bachelor mansion in Sydney but it looked nothing like it does on real life TV. It was day time and the property was this modern looking two storey farmhouse. The grass was very lush and green and although different from real life, the environment still suited the bachelor vibe well.

      Two bachelorettes I remember seeing outside were Lisa and Simone. There were other bachelorettes there but I don't remember specifically who they were. I remember I was there, looking for Matty J. He came outside the front door and all the bachelorettes were crowding around him. I was trying to get through all of them so I could meet Matty J myself. I don't remember if I was successful or not.

      Dream 195 B - Octopus Mario
      It was night time during this dream. My memory of what happened at the start is also blurry here. I do remember that I was heading down Napoleon Road for some reason but I have also forgotten what the intention was... I was travelling down the road on foot (but on the footpath). Half way during my travels, I randomly encounter the bachelor, Matty J. He's waiting for me and when I get to him, he says to me “How you would you like to experience the bachelor hug?”. He then spreads one arm out and hugs me like he does to the bachelorettes on the show.

      I continue walking now and up ahead, I see my giant Mario plush toy that has come to life. There was something weird about him though. I look down at his legs and notice dozens of them! Walking along the road just like me! Then I check to see how many arms he has and it's just the normal two. As I am walking down the road for a while, Mario is walking ahead of me with his dozens 'o' legs. I can't remember anything else about this dream.

      Dream 195 C - The Runaway Karla
      At the start of the dream, people were claiming that I had run away from home. I was at this unknown shopping centre when my phone went off. The call stopped before I could answer it. I had all these missed calls from mum, a text from JO urging me to return home as well as a missed call from my uncle. I decided to answer back to my uncle's call and it was a bad decision, he was yelling at me like a hair dryer on the highest setting.

      Once the call was done, I thought to myself that I never had intentions on running away from home and so I actually decided to return as possible. The dream then skipped to another scene. I had to contact my uncle for something else but I was really scared to do so based on what happened earlier. My mum said that it should be okay and that he may not be mad anymore.

      There was the a big lunch happening at my dad's parents' place. We were all sitting on a round table in the small corner room of the house. I was allocated to sit next to one of the relatives but we didn't get along well together, so I asked the adults if it was okay to move across one chair, they said it was okay and that we didn't have to stay in the spot that was allocated to us. On my lunch plate was some chicken, rice and lettuce. There was also a pot of this mushroom sauce that we could put on our food... There was a catch to this lunch though. We were due to be eating at the other grandparent's house in a hour, so we couldn't fill up all the way.

      There wasn't any mushroom sauce on my plate but I wanted some. Once again, the adults told me not to fill up too much. The dream then made it so there was only a tiny bit of mushroom sauce blended in with the rice. I tasted some and I said that the sauce tasted weird, it was very dirt-like compared to how my other grandmother made it. The dream ended before having a meal at the other house, which was apparently going to be the same thing!

      Dream 195 D - Just My Kitten Luck
      I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, we were driving down the road but I don't know where we were going. What I do remember is that it was in my mum's car. There was this family of four kittens that we drove by... My mum was driving and my brother and I were in the back seat. While driving, we hear something hit the roof. I opened my window and a kitten actually hopped in the car!

      Instead of driving the kitten back to join its other family members, we decided to immediately adopt it and take it home. Along the way, my dad randomly appears and he is standing outside the car. He is surprised to see the kitten coming towards him... He somewhat freaks out and tells that kitten to go back to me. I know the dream continued but I forgot what happened.

      Dream 195 E - Don't You Forget About Me
      I have forgotten how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was at my house and there was also this music equipment around the place that belonged to one of my dad's friends. There was this tiny little chair that I was sitting on and my dad and I were bound to sing some duet in the living room, facing the TV. We were going to be singing the song “Don't You Forget About Me”, which exists in real life.

      Just as we started, my dad's friend thought that it'd be better if I stood up... I agreed because the chair was way too small for me and so I had a hard time staying on it in the first place. Another one of my dad's friends was also there helping mix the sound. We actually started singing and my dad did the majority of the song. When it came to some of the intros to the verses, that's when I joined and I was doing these really exaggerated mouth movements at the microphone.

      I looked towards the front room of the house and saw Matty J sitting on the couch nearest to the living room. My mum appears and Matty J points at me, looking somewhat astonished. The dream made it so that while I was singing, I could also hear him quietly ask my mum, “she can sing!?”. The dream then ended.



      Dream Trophies Achieved:
      - None
    6. Dream - Pay My VET Loan & The Seductive Criminal

      by , 07-12-2017 at 08:03 AM
      Date of Dream: FRI 7 JUL - 2017



      Dream No. 148 - Separated Sections

      Dream 148 A – Pay My VET Loan

      Although I am in Tertiary Education in real life, the dream put me back in year 12. I was at home one night and my dad was really angry at me because I wasn't doing well. We did make plans for the tertiary study payment though and I decided I didn't want to pay it, rather I put the onus on BB to do it, I don't remember her reaction though. I don't remember anything else about the dream either.

      Dream 148 B – The Seductive Criminal
      The dream started off with me parents warning me of a supposed creep that hung out amongst these flats... Apparently he would seduce young people with cake. I was then in this area with residential flats surrounding the place and there he was too. My powerful, “mistress” instincts took over and I approached him confidently and sternly. I told the guy that I was going to paint these “worries” over him which would indicate to others that he is a bad guy. The guy tried to deny his status but I brushed him off, picked up and paintbrush and painted all this wine coloured stuff all over his face.

      The dream then went over to my driveway. I said to people that I could summon King Arthur and they were all going crazy, I then told everyone to shush because they would ruin the process with all their noise and excitement. So then I went into the neighbours driveway by myself and started singing this song I made up about the sword and the knights of the round table. Soon, King Arthur actually fades into visibility, he is seen looking through the window of their sitting room which is at the front of the house. I can't remember anything else about this dream.



      Dream Trophies Achieved
      - None
    7. Dream - Singing Makes Friends Become Fans & The Lazy Day & Dream Guide In Peril & Chaos At The Glen

      by , 06-26-2017 at 01:49 PM
      Date of Dream: MON 26 JUN - 2017



      Dream No. 141 - Separated Sections

      Dream 141 A - Singing Makes Friends Become Fans
      I forgot what happened at the very start of the dream. From the point where I do remember, I was asking for this random choir to be assembled. I eventually found out that they were having a rehearsal in my driveway. My friend JO was taking them and was getting them to listen to the song Panis Angelicus over and over again so they would no how to sing it. Eventually I came and took over the rehearsal. At first, I was going to ask them sing it but then I ended up singing it with them. Barely any of them were putting effort into the singing and instead, slowly left, one by one until there was no one left.

      Then the screen showed up in the sky again, the one where I go on Facebook. I was chatting and I said something which I forgot. WB then ended up replying “that's where Karla gets all her fans from <3 <3 <3”. HL then added “No she doesn't have fans, only family and friends”. Then I answer in chat “Actually, WB's right...” I forgot the end of that sentence. Then WB said something else but I've forgotten that too. Once the sky screen disappeared, I took a walk up the hill and there I saw HL standing on some balcony, looking lifeless. That's all I can remember about this dream.

      Dream 141 B - The Lazy Day
      This dream took place in my old house. My mum and I were in the dining room, talking about our plans for the day. My mum said she didn't want to go to Dandenong Plaza. I asked her why and she generally said that she was just too tired to go but I interpreted that as “she couldn't be bothered”. For some reason, I kept convincing her to go and so she eventually says to me, “are you planning a get together?”. I answered “no, if anything, I was only going to walk past today”. So then she caved in and said okay to going. I don't remember anything else about this dream.

      Dream 141 C - Dream Guide In Peril
      My mum and were at Dandenong Plaza and were just on level 2 after having Subway. We were planning to go up to level 3 to get the henna but then my mum goes missing for some unknown reason. I started freaking out and begging to have my calls for help answered by Dreamy WB. Eventually, this little girl comes toddling along. It was in fact Dreamy WB but she looked like only a little 8 year old with these buck teeth and an adorable look overall.

      Not much happened before I didn't see her around either. At first, I thought she just vanished to help me invisibly but then that thought was soon replaced with the horrifying fact that she had gone missing too. Eventually, this boy appeared to help me that looked like he was around my age. He was tall, had spiky, white-washed blonde hair and was wearing a black coat... His name was Noah and he was claiming to be my boyfriend (in real life, I don't have a boyfriend) and replacement dream guide... He came to help me look for Dreamy WB. Every time I said something in a panic, he would always put his arm around me and say that everything would be okay.

      We eventually went to see if Dreamy WB was anywhere on level 3 but she wasn't. I then lead Noah to this emergency exit area, like these tight corridors leading to a fire door. At one point, there was a lift in the corridor network and so I told Noah to turn back and that we were taking an alternate route. When I finally found the way outside, a bad feeling hit me, almost like I knew that my mum and Dreamy WB were definitely in some despicable danger and I was going to be kidnapped soon. There was this unknown male voice saying to me, “You see? The lesson is never to leave the plaza”. I then woke up.

      Dream 141 D - Chaos At The Glen
      My mum and I were planning to go shopping at The Glen. The main entrance to the carpark we usually go in was shut due to renovations of the shopping centre. My mum said there was another way we could get into the carpark. So she asked me to drive around the back and enter from supposedly Highbury Road. The road I was driving on was skinny and perhaps only a one way road, which we were driving the correct way which was a relief. Eventually, we had come across a thickly wired fence which was stopping us from going any further. I ended up sticking my hand out the window and successfully picking the lock with just my fingers. I then woke up.



      Dream Trophies Achieved:
      - My Best Friend (Interact with any Dream Guide)
      >> Worked with Noah to try and find the missing DCs.
      - Call The Babysitter (Successfully summon Dreamy WB)
      >> Called Dreamy WB in distress, who came toddling up to me in the form of some small child.
      - You Must Be Kidding Me (Experience something in real life after having a dream about it)
      >> The main intention of events in the dream were eating Subway and buying henna... Did exactly that during the day today (writing this journal entry at night time).



      This dream was a real booster for those dream trophies. From now on, as well as writing down what the dream trophy is, I may write a sentence or two on how I think I achieved it.

      Also. Usually, the most dreams I've ever remembered in one night is 3 (So I've only been able to go up to C) but then I've smashed a world record here and have written down 4 (Up to D in my ordering system)! I wrote 2 dreams at 8:30 AM and then I fell back asleep after that and had 2 more, writing them down at my usual get up time, 10:30 AM.
    8. Dream - The Piano Teacher Teaches Singing & Another Go At Retreat & Convention In A Car Park

      by , 06-17-2017 at 08:39 AM
      Date of Dream: SAT 17 JUN - 2017



      Dream No. 135 - Separated Sections


      Dream 135 A - The Piano Teacher Teaches Singing
      It was in some random place. I was supposed to be having piano lessons with this piano teacher I had about a decade ago in real life. The only strange thing is that she was focusing more on my singing rather than my piano playing. By the end of this dream segment, my singing was superb but my piano playing was still crap.

      Dream 135 B - Another Go At Retreat
      I forgot what happened at the start of this dream... Only that I was at the sight of the year 12 retreat again but this time, it looked nothing at all like the place in real life. This place was very crowded and its cabins were bunched up very closed together, sitting on these huge wooden decks above water. My aim was to find WB, first entering into cabin 113. The girls in that cabin then said that WB was in cabin 115. “Where is cabin 115?”, I asked and the girls said I had to go around the corner.

      It felt like ages although 115 was close by. When I looked through the window, I didn't see anyone at first but then I finally caught sight of some ladies in blue uniform, it was the cleaning staff. I then wondered where the girls were and I apparently I found out that they were out doing activities. So I walked off and continued my quest to find WB. At one point, I heard Ms L and Ms K talking in a cabin and that's when I thought to myself, I'd better make a run for it. As the dream progressed, the deck became laid out more like a platforming game, so I found myself increasingly leap frogging everywhere. I don't remember anything else that happened but I never found WB.

      Dream 135 C - Convention In A Car Park
      It was an undercover carpark, but more like a park shelter made of stone if you ask me. At first, there was all these tables in there with food on them, called the community centre. Soon, Logan came in and was clearing the tables as apparently he was going to have a family meeting in there, which he called a convention. The first to appear beside him was Chilly, and then came the other random family members that I do not know. The dream did say and show that one of them was his dad. After a short while, the family members all disappeared and Logan was left on his own. He put back the small tables like they would be in some examination room and he put small plates of fresh food on each desk. That's all I can remember about this dream... I wasn't in this dream.



      Dream Trophies Achieved:

      - None
      Categories
      non-lucid
    9. Water Induction Abacus and Dream Self’s Waking Initiation

      by , 06-03-2017 at 12:03 PM
      Morning of June 3, 2017. Saturday.



      I am in an unknown and unfamiliar setting, lying on my left side on a bed that is unrealistically large. It seems to be late morning.

      There are several other unfamiliar people in the room, though I do not perceive them as imposers or annoying in any way. There is also at least one young girl to the left standing on the floor, though near a young Hispanic female who seems to be a teacher and is also on the large bed. The implied teacher has some sort of curious device that seems related to computer technology yet is more like an abacus with spherical drops of water as the counters. Over time, I watch the beautiful silvery imagery of the pure water droplets moving smoothly across the horizontal abacus rod by themselves, almost as if inferring a clock or timer of some sort, yet also somehow seemingly linked to the back of a desktop computer. Still, I also get the impression that the Hispanic female is involved in using them at times for actual mathematics. She reminds me of a young Sonia Manzano (perhaps about twenty); (Maria from “Sesame Street”).

      After a time, my dream self seems oddly unlinked to my intent (even though I am otherwise fully within my dream self’s imaginary “physical body”). I want to communicate with, and become closer to, the Inducer (personified higher unconscious). Instead, my dream self becomes my personified preconscious (which is extremely rare in non-lucid dreams of this type). I spontaneously start singing, “Like a moth to a flame…” in a higher pitch (sounding somewhat like a young teenager), my dream suddenly shifting, becoming more vivid, yet with the Inducer seeming annoyed and deliberately taking the child and the water induction abacus away from the area. Knowing this, I am already entering peaceful dark and undefined liminal space, but quickly shifting into my full conscious awareness.



      This dream is very atypical regardless of having the usual water induction and “return flight” waking symbolism. I rarely shift into becoming the personified preconscious in this way. (Usually, the personified preconscious is a different dream character, completely unrelated to the conscious self. In fact, even my emergent consciousness is sometimes projected as another dream character until waking coalescence occurs.)

      However, I am already in bed (in my dream) to prepare to wake for real. I had already enjoyed the (biological) healing continuity of the spherical water droplets imagery. Singing “like a moth to a flame” is a metaphor for the temporary dream self (moth in flight related to the hypnopompic jerk of the waking mechanism) merging into the whole conscious self identity (the flame) and “dying”. The song itself is apparently fictional even though I was sure it was a classic country song by Leroy Van Dyke. The lyric is in “Four Walls” (Jim Reeves) but is a different tempo and melody. (It may be related to the first line of “Four Walls”; “Out where the bright lights are glowing”, as my family and I had just spent the day and evening at a carnival on the outskirts of town.)


    10. Dream - A Wasted Evening & Multi-storey Target

      by , 04-29-2017 at 10:57 AM
      Date of Dream: SAT 29 APR



      Dream No. 103 - Seperate Sections

      Dream No. 103 A – A Wasted Evening

      It was on the grounds of Camelot Rise Primary School, a random singing teacher approached me and asked if my singing lesson could be moved to 4:30 PM. I asked this random boy when the graduation dinner was going to be but he stayed quiet and did not answer. So then the singing teacher took me into her music room to have the lesson but we did absolutely nothing! She was talking about some absolute garble that my memory can't even make sense of... I did remember it made sense in the dream though. And so the entire hour was wasted with no singing being done at all... She said we would be singing next lesson. So then when I was back on the school grounds, I found out that I had missed the dinner. I had a thought the boy didn't answer because he didn't want me to be there.

      Dream No. 103 B – Multi-storey Target

      I can't remember much of this dream at all. The only things that I can remember is that the Target store was 10 floors and was doing something with my mum and brother. I'd also get really scared and have a feeling of the heebie-jeebies whenever I would catch sight of the two giant lifts nearby.
    11. Random non-lucids

      by , 12-05-2016 at 09:35 PM (Journeys through Spacetime)
      I have to do several tasks. In one my comrades stop halfway through and I have to do it myself. I had float (how did I not become lucid!!!!) through a garden singing like a bird.

      BREAK

      With 3 friends, we all do plays, and one all together. The 'together' was like 'Inception'.
      I cannot believe I did not become lucid!

      BREAK
      Two rectangular blocks are placed side by side with a space in the middle. They shine out colours and they mix.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    12. Felt Like 1 Hour LD Epic, Breathtaking Scenes, Supplements Experiment Inspired by Gab

      by , 11-07-2016 at 11:09 PM
      Sun, 06 Nov 2016:

      1040pm-210am(like 3:10am) [email protected] with time change!!

      225am 2x alpha gpc (600mg) after first recording dreams from 1st part of night.

      (Stay up 55 minutes more and then take…)

      320am 8mg galantamine + 500mg choline

      Wake ~630am finish writing quick notes 7am

      (2 previous attempts had gpc 1.5 hours before the g+c=terrific results also; and 1 hour before=quite good result. So anywhere from 55 minutes to 90 minutes between the gpc and the g+c is producing nice results)

      Only posting the occasional LD here on DV, too time consuming.


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      Phone screen app tease, doesn't finish loading, aha phone not working right, must be a dream, vibrate float around vaulted ceiling for a good while. This was DILD in first REM segment after WBTB.


      *Epic LD!! (2nd REM segment after waking from first, WILD style entry with vibrations)


      flying while singing-2songs with the background music-mostly the classic fly like an eagle - The Steve Miller Band, switch=i want to get away-I want to fly away-Lenny Kravitz, switch-back to classic song when Kravitz song doesn't have the same exhilarating effect. Flying, singing and enjoying the music for a good while.



      ocean view!!! amazing view down a good size drop off, sunny day, people in the water and on the beach so colorful I was almost in tears at the beautiful, consistent, lasting scene my dreaming mind was providing to the point that I got concerned about dream stability due to the strong emotions. I calmed myself and then started to edge my way down to that beach but visual issues so I flew back up to the busy market scene I started from.



      Cousin M and another cousin. I enjoy seeing them. It feels as heartwarming as if we were actually together and not many many miles apart.

      I meet a beautiful young lady maybe only 19 or 20. We are attracted to each other but I am not as sexually charged as other times. She tells me she is a virgin. I asked her if she wanted me to show her the ropes. So cute-she said not yet-I say okay-Let's meet BackHereInDreamlandEveryYear around the Summer until you are ready.

      I meet another mate and she is game to have sex but says that her boyfriend is controlling and won't like it so I will have to take care of him first. I say show me where he is. She takes me a short distance to the covered but open structure where it is a little dark inside and her boyfriend is there with a guy and they seem to be having sex. There is also another set of 2 guys seemingly having sex also. The boyfriend sees me with her and he comes out wanting to fight and I smash his head with one powerful clap, more like a cartoon smash with no gruesome effects. The other 3 guys come out to challenge me and I do the same exact thing to each of them, dispatching with them quickly so I can get back to sex with my new "girlfriend."

      Handsome face slap. I see a DC guy with a strikingly handsome face and I give him a friendly light slap on his handsome mug. I say I am not into you but damn you are a handsome looking guy.

      I see a mirror and take a look. The visuals of me in the mirror are distorted. I think of goal/peg#4 show me the best way to have more lucid dreams-I see a version of me graying and wearing glasses…hmm…are they reading glasses maybe suggesting to read more? (now I think it could represent time, I can have more LD's by simply putting in more time, with the passing of time). I tell one of the DC's: next time tell me this is dream and for me to look at my hands. I repeat this 4-5 times and practice looking at my hands in the dream where it may be better reinforced I am thinking.

      I see another mirror on the left side of the room and interested to see what I get and this time I am a blondish graying woman in a old fashioned dress that looks like it might be a traditional dress from Europe, maybe Holland but it is not very decorative or fancy. I open up my dress just to see what's underneath but get interrupted. A lady much like the one in the mirror is telling me where she is from and what her name is. I think I could look this up later. I summon a pen and paper and start writing the details. I tell her I can't bring this paper back to the waking world but I can memorize it better once I write it down and I can show you my written understanding of what you said. Her first name I had to rewrite a few times but in the end it was "Pots." I thought during the dream how that is "stop" spelled backwards but ignored that and kept trying to make progress, hoping to get something I can look up when I wake. There was her last name given too but it has slipped from my recall. At first she seemed to indicate she was from the early 1900's (before 1910, seems it was 1908 or 1906) but later she was giving me details that were tied to some time in the 1730's (thinking 1733 or 1737). I wasn't sure what I was missing between the two sets of vastly different time periods there but perhaps it's just the way numbers and words can change in dreams, but at least it wasn't gibberish.



      I wake feeling like I had an hour of lucid dreaming but there are memory gaps in the above.

      Updated 11-07-2016 at 11:26 PM by 61674 (add the blue text, signifies lucid)

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    13. Searching for “Ghost Riders”

      by , 09-14-2016 at 03:14 PM
      Morning of September 14, 2016. Wednesday.



      I am using a notebook computer as well as accessing the Internet in an unfamiliar residence which is apparently where my family and I live. Our oldest daughter is present at one point and she is also using her computer. The large room does not have much furniture and I am seated on the floor, my daughter also seated on the floor on the other side of the room. The common distortion of somehow “using the Internet” in an actual notepaper notebook occurs (where images sometimes move on the paper, though not in every such dream, and in this case, actual type appears rather than handwriting).

      I try to search for the term “Ghost Riders in the Sky”. I seem to have forgotten how to perform a search, at least in a more feasible manner. I type “Ghost Riders in the Sky” with a small keyboard so that it appears on the notebook paper. I then move the computer mouse across the notebook paper to near the top of the page and watch the image of the print move in line with the mouse. I seem to remember that by doing this, it activates the search. However, nothing happens. I then reason that one has to move the computer mouse more quickly so that it creates a sort of “momentum” as the print on the paper is then somehow “flung” into a virtual but unseen search engine box on the surface of the paper. I cannot seem to do it correctly. I reason that there must be a virtual impetus setting (for the computer mouse) of plus or minus and in a context menu but I cannot remember where it is.

      I ask my daughter if she can get the search function to work on her computer. She seems to discover that the search function is offline and informs me of this. Still, I decide to try a different computer, which I recall is in a different room off to my right. There is a very large rectangular wooden table that holds six computer workstations (the narrower end of the table parallel to the doorway), both towers and desktops, each with a large CRT monitor, which are arranged as three facing outward on each side.

      I decide to use the middle workstation on one side of the table; the side where the doorway is then to my left. The search still does not seem to be working after I type in the phrase “Ghost Riders in the Sky”. I notice that the USB cable that is required for the search function to work is at an angle, halfway out of the electrical outlet (which is a white upright surge protector power board with three outlets), but tipped to the left (which is based on two absurd notions; one, that a USB cable needs to be plugged in somewhere for an Internet search to work and two, that a USB cable would fit in an electrical outlet).

      I adjust the USB cable to push it down fully into the outlet which is on my right. It is in the outlet between where the desktop computer is plugged in (left side) and where the CRT monitor is plugged in (right side). Soon, there is a sizzling sound. I am not sure what is going on. I see an orange glow coming from the monitor without paying much attention to the side of the monitor looking more like a vent with equidistant horizontal louvers. Soon, there are sparks flying out of the outlet along with a bit of fire and more sizzling from the other workstations. I soon realize that I had better turn off and unplug everything. First, I turn off the switch on the power board, but the noise and fiery glow seems to grow and spread and I wonder if I had turned it on instead of turning it off (which is illogical as I had just been using the computer). I go around the table attempting to turn everything off. There is even a power board with three outlets hanging to the left of the doorway at about chest-level, which I also turn off and pull plugs out of. My wife Zsuzsanna comes in. Our youngest son and daughter come in and playfully walk clockwise around the table cheerfully and I tell them that they should leave.

      Although the fire becomes brighter and the sizzling louder, it does not really spread that far. Each fire mostly remains inside the perimeter of each computer workstation, which is looking more and more like an arrangement of tall vents with equidistant louvers that I mostly watch the fire through. There is hardly any smoke.

      Soon, the crackling and sizzling becomes a very strange metallic music. It is firstly an instrumental version of “Ghost Riders in the Sky”. The metal of the burning workstations “plucks” the song, though is not that loud. The gremlins (from the 1984 movie “Gremlins”), though remaining unseen, are “singing” - though not the actual lyrics, just “ya ya ya ya, ya ya ya ya” to the melody, though for the chorus, they sing “yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o, ghost riders in the sky…” the title being mostly muttered and somewhat indistinct as they go back into the “ya ya ya ya” verse. As I stand in the doorway, I marvel at what seems a “frozen moment” of perfection (even though I know it will cost a lot of money to replace the computers). The thin metallic plucking of the melody sounds very distinct as each louver of the vents snaps, though the workstations (and vents) still appear as complete and undamaged through the fire. (The equidistant horizontal lines of light have appeared in previous dreams, akin to venetian blinds and relating to the nature of liminal space, including with the potential of greater clarity or lucidity, between dreaming and waking.)



      Although I consider this a beautiful and unique dream (analogous to the dream-self identity as the phoenix), it carries the same core meaning (and sleeping, dreaming, and waking components and inherent symbols) as the majority of my dreams since early childhood. Firstly, my unconscious dream self seeks to return to whole consciousness (which is often the primary goal of most dream-self incarnations though in many cases the dream self attempts to “escape” from the “interference” of whole consciousness, or does not want to wake yet) through use of computer technology (as only the conscious mind has viable thinking skills or a stable system of logic). The common “return flight” aspect is here, but in this case as the “ghost riders in the sky” (the sky often being symbolic of the conscious mind as being “above” the dream self), where fire is mentioned in the actual song, fire of which represents emergent (waking) awareness (or if one prefers, the emerging sun or light of day). Orange is also a factor of sentience (and the need to wake up) between yellow and red (which also represent states of consciousness when dominant, yellow or gold being the “softer” phase and red often indicating more of a need to wake, in my case, often after sleeping a little too long, relative to circadian rhythms). The color red increases the pulse and heart rate, and raises your blood pressure in preparation for waking. Red, orange, or yellow are typically the final dominant colors in my dreams (depending on the type), where blue typically serves as the opposite, that is, dream induction itself (or the calming of consciousness which transmutes as the “sky” but focuses via the “sun”).


      Updated 08-03-2017 at 05:35 PM by 1390

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    14. Science Fiction Novels and a Visit from the Jordanaires

      by , 09-13-2016 at 03:13 PM
      Morning of September 13, 2016. Tuesday.



      This dream was extremely long (as is often the case with me), shifting and sifting in and out of different levels of consciousness (only partial semi-lucidity in one segment), and which contained too many scenes to feasibly document (let alone provide the meaning for), but I will include some of the clearer events.

      The main event relates to my wife Zsuzsanna and I living in the northeast apartment in the King Street boarding house. Of course, the room has to be rendered much bigger than in reality in order for everyone to fit. Not only that, the room is easterly duplicated at least two more times (which, as usual, I pay no notice to).

      The Jordanaires are visiting us. However, these “Jordanaires” (by which I probably confused with The Andrews Sisters, though there were only three in that group) are actually four dark-haired Caucasian girls sitting at a rectangular table with Zsuzsanna. My sister Carol (August 4, 1943-December 10, 2009; half-sister on my mother’s side) is also present, appearing as she did in the 1980s. For a time, the four girls sing Elvis Presley’s song “Teddy Bear”. Even though it sounds very harmonious and in perfect unison, I eventually tell them to shut up or leave (though I guess I really do not feel that imposed upon). (In a way, this could possibly be considered as a secondary dream sign due to the fact that children sometimes sleep with teddy bears.)

      “I don’t really like that hooga hooga music,” I explain to Carol (describing the blend of gospel and rockabilly as “hooga hooga” in mocking Elvis’s singing style in songs like “Teddy Bear” and “Don’t Be Cruel”). I then tell her that it is okay to listen to at times and that I sometimes enjoy his music, but I do not feel like listening to it right now.

      There was another long segment prior to this one which involved looking at a hexadecimal dump of a series of science fiction novels. At one point (as a normal display) I see a listing of three columns with two to three titles listed in each column. The first two columns have asterisks at the beginning of each title which means that they can be read for free. The third column has a price listing at the top which I think is $29.95 for each. I am aware that the writer is a young female. I do not recall the titles as I do not really focus on them that much. I look at the hexadecimal dump and see that there is executable code at the beginning in addition to each story. Although the formatting is not directly executable there are indeed subroutines in the code. I see the string “this story is not available for reading in Australia”. Very curiously, this does not trigger any present real-life status memory and I still perceive that we are living on King Street. Still, I consider reversing the logic of the sequence (“jump if” to “jump if not”) to display the message in America (to then prevent access) and to allow it to unlock in Australia just to be funny. As I am reflecting upon this with a cheerful nostalgia, I look at the rest of the formatting of the story but do not actually read it. I do notice that the margin code seems to be unrealistically wide but I do not puzzle over it that much.

      I hear Zsuzsanna ask our youngest son “Did you burn your hand?” and I expect that he did and I am concerned. I actually wake up while asking her if she had said this (and she had not but had been talking to him), but only briefly and I immediately fall asleep again.

      In another scene, I go into one of the duplicated rooms and notice that there are small paper sacks everywhere, some on tables and many more on the floor. At the bottom of each sack is a jelly roll, but most of boysenberry or blueberry filling. I take one out and find it delicious. (In the back of my mind, I even recall the oral sex symbolism without becoming lucid.)

      In another scene, I have the apartment door open. My (King Street) landlady comes up the steps and holds her hand out as if in expectation for me to give her the money I owe her. I tell her that I will pay her later and she looks annoyed and walks off to Leonard’s apartment. Meanwhile, I had been ready to hand her a green tambourine, except that I soon notice that the membrane is split along one side and coming off around the edge. I throw it onto a huge pile of various toys and junk that comes up almost to my waist. It looks like we have some cleaning to do as the pile fills about half of our apartment.

      Near the last part, I pick up large oblong pieces of dust from under a table, with my bare hand, which contains hairs and at least one dead grasshopper (a rather odd return flight waking transition, more specifically “failed flight”, with the loose hairs symbolizing the end of the dream state and the fictional “head” of the dream self).


    15. Experiments with a singsong😊

      by , 09-01-2016 at 09:29 PM
      Just spent ages writting it up and went back to check something and it all disappeared

      So a short write up

      Deilds about 4 I think - after a good long wbtb around 3.30am till 5ish. Had things on my mind but sat long enough to clear and get dozy - great !

      During some lucid dreams this morning I remember to change the colour of object and have some fun with that~

      I see a couch chair I turn from its original brown to blue. I see an object on the side like a plate or something and turn it yellow. I look at a DC's face and turn it blue and another's green.

      Did a lucid dance to keep me in the dream and sang a song something like

      " I am lucid in my dream hahaha hehehe" again and again

      Homed in on object to keep the story going and keep from waking as I felt very close to waking a lot of the time

      Great fun ✨ and realy happy about the experiments

      Updated 09-08-2016 at 09:02 PM by 87274

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