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Night of March 26, 2016. Saturday.



Sometimes I think that if a dream ever rendered a setting correctly, without a feeling of bilocation, or indoor and outdoor ambiguity, or of a unique composite or changes in directional orientation or colors or other details, I would not to know what to think at all. In this dream, I am technically looking at my old family home in Cubitis yet with the idea it is our present home even though my dream occurs directly after falling asleep for a short time during a nap this night and I had not been inside that house since mid-1978.

Not only that, the Cubitis bathroom is an altered setting as it is. It is larger to where the west wall (where the doorway also is) is long enough for both a large squarish porcelain sink and a stove (with large oven) with four heating elements, both features on the door’s right (and the right of the stove being directly near the northwest corner, it seems). The setting remains in semidarkness (with no implied light source other than apparently the hallway light). I do not focus on the east side of the room at all - I am only ever aware of the basin and stove that are next to each other. (In reality, the sink, which was much smaller than the one in this dream, was on the north wall, near the northwest corner.)

Fire is one of my most common dream features second only to water. There have been other dreams of attempting to put out a stove fire with water. In this case, curiously enough, the fire starts from behind one of the stove’s dials (rather than a heating element or pan being on fire). The dial itself is extended horizontally outwards a bit more from the top of the stove than would be logical (or perhaps it pulled out a bit farther than intended) and the four dials are located beyond and behind the heating elements rather than above the oven.

Concerned about this event, I flip up both switches on the wall (which are next to me, immediately to the right of the door and above the sink) even though I am not certain about which direction (up or down) is on or off (as up was always “on” in places I lived in America, but in Australia, it sometimes varies even within the same house, though up is often “off”). I “know” that the switch on the right is for the stove and the left one is apparently for the hot water availability for the left faucet/tap (which of course is not realistic at all). Still, this is illogical enough to cause my dream self to become puzzled for a short time (though not lucid). Does the switch turn off the water completely or only the hot water?

I am able to fill a glass of water and throw it at the fire. It takes about three attempts before the fire is under control (even though it is only around the dial).

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Fire usually relates directly to growing conscious awareness within the dream state (and some fire dreams trigger lucidity), which seems validated by the concept of growing awareness of the light of day (including sunrise or dawn even though this dream was at night) as well as being “brighter” in clarity and perception. Awareness of fire seems to make a dream more vivid. As I put the fire out, my dream loses its vividness and I soon wake.

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I was trying to make breakfast. I was standing in front of a kitchen island with a stove range with at least nine burners, maybe twelve, frying up slices of some sort of eggy loaf and making pancakes from a batter that appeared to contain whole grains of barley. Periodically I would go from there to the refrigerator, where I was checking on a large glass jar of liquid in which I was somehow (the logistics don't make much sense in retrospect) attempting to make a complicated frozen cube that contained a whole strawberry and some kind of alcohol.

After going back to the stove, I noticed that the things in the frying pan were on the verge of burning even though the heat was set to medium-low. What confused me even more was that the surface of the pancake batter appeared to be burning as well, though it was still in the bowl. I figured the latter must be an effect of oxidation, contact with the air, and mixed it up some more.

I checked on the refrigerator again and saw that at least my big strawberry ice cube was freezing properly, because it looked visibly white and opaque within the liquid. As I watched, it floated up and popped to the surface, but fortunately there was enough extra room at the top of the jar that it did not splash out and make a mess.

I went back to the stove... but now the arrangement had changed. Where was my frying pan? Had someone come and moved it? Now an empty ceramic baking dish was sitting on the hot burner! That wasn't good, they're not supposed to be used that way! I hastily moved it, and although I was concerned that the cookie tray I set it on might be cold enough to make it crack from the heat difference, I couldn't spot a better place to put it. The stove was crowded with pans and dishes, none where I had left them, and I wasn't sure what had become of the food I was frying just a moment earlier.

Who had come and re-arranged everything? My breakfast was going to be ruined! None of this made any sense! In desperate frustration I wailed aloud, "What the hell is going on here? What could it be? I don't understand!" But instead of recognizing the inconsistency as a clear dream sign, I woke up with those words still ringing in my head.

Part one is a short one because part two is much, much more vivid. But anyways, I continue use of my MILD mantra before dozing off.

I'm watching basketball on television in a living room at what I feel like is my parents' house (I'm the only person in this dream). I'm also aware that I'm cooking something in the adjoining kitchen, so I'm not completely engrossed in the game.

In the basketball game, I know it's the Boston Celtics against the Miami Heat -- two teams that I root against. A lot of sequences involve LeBron James guarding Jason Terry (for the 99.9999% of you who don't watch the NBA, if this was a chess match, this is like watching a world-class chess player defending against a carrot), and Jason Terry is doing frustrating Jason Terry things that is frustrating because frustrating people is how frustrating Jason Terry frustrates. He's over-dribbling, driving into crowds, doing useless spins, putting up contested fadeaways... only it's all somehow fucking working. Seeing how I dislike Miami marginally more so than Boston, I root for the carrot despite my objections as a basketball fascist.

Anyways, I remember that I have a pot of broth on the stove; and when I go check, the broth is bubbling (but not going nuts). I manage the heat a little, and then I wake up.

The odd thing is, when I woke up at whatever dumb time it was, I got this overwhelming sense of melancholy about missing my parents, watching basketball, and cooking -- except that I stayed over at my parents house, watched basketball, and helped cook dinner that exact same night.

Awake - Dream - Lucid
"..." shows where time in the dream is missing.

Time: Morning of 12/10/11

This was interesting. I'm hoping that I got down all the details.

I had gotten up at around 6:00 AM to look at the lunar eclipse. My dad had woken me up to look at it. He and my little sister were leaving for a swim meet. After they left, I went back to bed and listened to internet radio on my iPod. I was listening to old archive clips of Phil Hendrie. I hadn't been using any sort of induction technique for the past several weeks.

I was on some sort of massive beach, which was crowded with hundreds of people at tables and in front of consoles. It seemed like it was some sort of convention for RC boats and also large ships. The sky was grayish blue, and the water was very dark and kind of choppy, but it was warm, and there was no wind...
I'm riding one of the small RC aircraft carriers out into the water, which was congested with other boats and ships...
Everyone is talking about some new sort of war ship that the military is looking into... Writing this, I can't remember what was so special about it!
Now I'm in back of what I think must have been one of the new ships. There is a large patio and there are people sitting and chatting. I somehow pull down from the back of this ship (which didn't appear to be in the water) a massive round grate, like the one you'd find over the gas outlet on a gas stove. I twist something under the grate, and a massive fire is lighted beneath it. This grate was massive, and for this scene of the dream, my view appeared to be flying overhead, even though I felt like my body was still on the ship. Everyone loved the stove top thing. They praised my accomplishment. Then I tried to turn it off, but it was very hot and I had to use massive pliers to twist the valve shut... I don't remember if I actually succeeded in getting the thing turned off.
Everything seemed to skip ahead one year. I was coming back to the convention this year, accompanied by my dad this time. He said everyone would want a setup spot next to me because I had become famous at last year's convention. As he said this, we were wondering a back gravel path past wood cabins in what seemed to be a forest. There was a little snow on the ground, but I didn't feel cold. Apparently these were all convention spots; we just had to get to the beach. Everyone tried to talk to me as we passed. Eventually we rounded a corner at the end of the string of cabins, and there was the beach, packed with people. I wondered off to my spot, which I somehow knew. Next to my spot, I saw someone who I edit videos for on YouTube, but had never actually met in person. He apparently had the spot next to mine. He was busy setting up an RC boat. I said hi and without looking up he said "hey, buddy." Then we got to talking and I noticed that he seemed to be made out of the same material as egg cartons are. I asked him about it and he said something which I can't remember. I said to him, "this is the first time I've actually met you in person." He replied, but I can't remember how. A bunch of people were coming up to me and asking if I was going to do the stove top again this year. I said I would...
Now we are on board one of the new military ships again. I seem to suddenly be accompanied by some friends from school. The halls inside the ship are dim with a greenish tint. Eventually I find my way to a computer and look at the screen...
Now I'm at the top of a cliff at a smooth-faced orange canyon. At the bottom, there is blue water, clear enough to see to the bottom. The cliffs weren't too high, maybe 100 feet or so. I make some remark about this being the perfect place for the stove, because there is a lot of space in the gorge...
Now I am at a beach, but it doesn't seem to be the same one. It is very sunny and the water is calm, and there are no other people besides my group. Next to the water, I am setting up some apparatus necessary for the stove top. I am with someone else, but I don't remember who. A sound startles us and we look around, to see a group of basketball-sized colored spheres, all with cartoonish faces, moving along in a line and making some sort of song. I walk up to them, and they greet me and tell me they are on some sort of mission. We go back around a hill that was behind us...
My group of friends and the spheres chat for a while, saying they need to explore the surrounding system. We chat for a while. I then go back out to the canyon, and as I get to where I would be setting up the stove top, I hear a sound behind me. I look over a rock and see another sphere, with round glasses and a long white beard. Somehow, I seem to recognize this sphere, and I go and talk to him...
Between there and the next part, I'm sure something else happened, but I can't remember what. I don't want to trick myself into making up details that weren't really there, so I won't try to write anything.
We are talking with the spheres, and they put up on a screen what their planned path around the area was for their mission. It was a map that should looping lines, like an orbital path. Chris, a friend of mine from school, added a separate path branching off from the main loops, saying that would add some fun...
Now I just see an overview of the original crowded beach. A voice is talking about that military ship again, describing it. It says something like "It looks like a battleship, but it mainly works as a *can't remember*. I then see a side view of the ship, with the water underneath translucent. The ship sinks, and I begin to hear parts of my online radio.

I wake up, turn off the radio, and check the clock. It's somewhere around 11:30. I decide to get up and write this down.

This dream seemed to be more coherent than the last one I posted. There are still bits missing, but it seems to be more complete. I enjoyed this dream a lot, but I'm not sure exactly why.

NOTES

• The dream had a positive feel to it.
• This dream also involved people I really knew, which I find interesting. For me, that hasn't been common.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was down on a subway platform. There were no lights on the platform. It was like the power had gone out. The only light was from a stairwell leading directly up to the ground. That light was enough to keep things nearby visible, though still very dim. But farther along the platform it was pitch black. There were a few other people on the platform.

I was waiting for a B-train. But somehow I heard the train was going to be delayed. I figured I'd wait around a bit. To occupy myself, apparently, I jumped up a meter or so in the air and kicked one of the metal column-beams with both my feet.

I think I came to understand that the train was going to be very delayed. I wondered if I might catch another orange train: maybe the D-train. But I thought that would also be pointless. I thought I might as well get out of here and go to another station. But, for some reason, I still decided to wait for the B-train.

There was now a little girl and her father. The little girl was maybe two or three years old. She had short, brown hair and was wearing lavender-colored shirt and pants.

The little girl was showing off to socialize with me. She was doing some weird kind of hopping thing, hopping up and down, as if she couldn't control herself because she was so nervous.

I liked the attention, so I didn't notice that the girl was getting carried away. She hopped a little too far and fell onto the tracks. She landed on her feet and didn't seem afraid or anything, but I knew it was a bad situation for her to be on the tracks, and I kept worrying that she would touch the third rail and get electrocuted.

Before I could really process anything completely, a big, muscular, blonde man like a soldier rushed up from behind me. He quckly (and softly!) jumped down onto the tracks, picked up the girl, and hopped back up onto the platform. He set the girl down, standing, a couple meters away from her father. He then sat down next to the father. The father was now apparently sitting cross-legged on the platform concrete.

The girl may now have been sitting on the concrete amid a bunch of blankets. I crouched or crawled around in front of the girl, to play with her. Apparently she liked me because I had a good imagination and I could play kids' games as if they were real.

Somehow I knew the girl was already pretending I was some kind of creature. I asked her what kind of creature I was. I figured that I'd then act out being the creature in somekind of wacky way.

The girl told me I was a bug. I tried really hard to think of a bug, but none came to my mind. Eventually, I crawled on my knees and held my arms behind my back, rubbing them together. Apparently my arms were supposed to be wings, and I was rubbing them together to clean them. This may somehow have reminded me of being a fly.

I was now in some kind of foresty area, talking with Matte (from DV). He looked a little too skinny, and his face was stubbly and haggard. I worried about him and told him he needed to eat more and keep up his weight.

I was now in a kitchen. At first there were a young man and a young woman. But the young woman, probably having fixed her meal, left the kitchen. The young man may have been shirtless. He always had his back to me. He was either cooking on a stove or waiting for something in a microwave.

Matte had been taking a shower, but now he came into the kitchen to cook some food. The kitchen counter was L-shaped, and, as the young man stood at the back part of the counter, Matte stood at the right part. Matte was also cooking at a stove. So the counter may have had two separate stoves.

Matte was cooking using a wide, flat, square kind of pan with a non-stick, black interior. He was cooking a few pieces of fish, some pieces of bare chicken, and some french fries. He was cooking them all in a ton of grease.

I thought to myself that it was good that Matte was cooking and eating this much protein. He really needed it. But I knew that that kind of diet would tie my weak stomach in knots. So I'd have to think of some diet of my own.

I joined this site some time ago 'cause it's really awesome. I havent’t posted my dreams because i didn't need to. I had lucid dreams since i was 14 and i knew nothing about lucid dreaming or dream control... now i'm 19, but now i kinda feel to write them down somewhere.

1. I was skydiving, but underneath me was water. I opened my parachute at the right time and seconds before reaching the water i was jumping again from the plain. I thought this time would be better to throw away the parachute. I did it and i was going down with a lot of speed. When i felt the water, split second before the impact i woke up with an awful headache.

2. A small village in the mountains, there i was... in the whole village were very few houses ( 4-5 ) and a church. I walked into the church and i saw some friends of mine and other people i don't know. I also saw a really big and old stove. I opened it and a little girl came out screaming and laughing hysterically. She ran away, climbed onto a table and continued to laugh. Her eyes turned red and began to burn brightly. her family was in there and her little brother started to run towards her. She fixed him with her eyes, raised her hand and the little child began to levitate. When she closed her fist he began to suffocate. When her brother was dead, she looked at me and tried the same thing. I don't know why but i started to say "light as a feather, stiff as a board" and i was ok. Then i looked around the room and i saw a really tall man, dressed up in black and wearing a mask. He was sitting in the middle of the room looking at the girl. I thought he is controlling her. I took off his mask (i can't remember his face) and i started punching him in the face with a lot of anger. The girl screamed like the devil himself and then i woke up...

28.12.2010

Simpsons? (Non-lucid)

Second and last dream of the night. I was woken and promptly forgot nearly everything. I can only remember a bit at the end.

I was with the simpsons/was a simpson (can't remember exactly who i was) And we were in an hotel or something with a huge stove and the owner was a kind mr Burns who wanted us to stay the night but we wanted to leave.

Notes: Not much to tell, I hardly remember anything.

Dreamsigns: The simpsons??

Then I had a dream about zombies.
I was in this house and it was night, and there may have been other people. I can't remember all of it, but halfway through I'm on my own in the house, but with the police from the last dream who were in their car. Their car was on top of the stove. I went up to it and the woman inside woke up and suddenly got really big teeth and roared.
The guy inside the car fell out the other side, dead.

The woman came down and I smacked her in the face. She stumbled backwards into the dead guy who was a zombie too. He woke up and... *memory gap*

The end