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Morning of April 27, 2015. Monday.



I am not sure of the setting (which is indoors throughout) as it is not that defined or clearly rendered, though it does include at least a kitchen and seemingly a living room. The main focus relates to at least two cans of large strawberries. There are possibly more cans on the counter near the refrigerator. My wife is in my dream and asks me about one of the cans. I eat and taste at least a couple strawberries (which I take to the living room), which are much larger than normal and they also seem more dense but not to an extent of being problematic to chew though I do comment on this to my wife. The strawberries in another can seem more palatable. However, the size of the strawberries is not realistic even regarding the cans they were supposedly in, each can of which originally is “known” to have several strawberries but which would only hold about two when looking more closely at my dream’s rendering of size relationships. It is possible that the cans are of two different brands and that my wife and I are trying to work out which brand is better.

The main focus of the last scene of my dream relates to trying to read the writing on a can, which goes all the way around the can for about two or three groups of four or five lines. Although I am able to clearly see and read it, it is mostly badly broken English and gibberish, most of which I do not now recall. I know as I read it, there does not seem to be much information about the strawberries. One of the words is “screwdriver” (perhaps in using one as a can opener?) though there are many other words in the senseless sentences. I continue to read the gibberish aloud (with clear audio of my voice) until my dream fades.

Although it is common to see and try to read gibberish in dreams (which sometimes keeps changing each time you look back at it), this particular scene connects me with something I had recently seen and thought about in real life as well as vaguely reflecting on in the back of my mind in my dream, including talking to my wife about it. Although all online “dream dictionaries” I have seen are little more than gibberish, I found a site that was even worse than usual. It was so bad, much of it was like an incoherent series of random words and Yoda-like grammar. I marveled at the site for about twenty minutes, not a waste of time due to my great amusement. Unfortunately, I cannot find the site again as I did not bookmark it. The site had hardly any formatting and was mostly all plain text (just as the can in my dream did not have any images on it). However, it is possible I was looking at something which had been very badly translated through three or more languages over time, the end result being completely incoherent, which is interesting, as it is the largest “dream dictionary” I have seen to date.

As a final note, I had learned twenty years ago that a strawberry was an in-dream visual representation of the human heart. The fact that the strawberry was a bit more dense in this dream could be reflecting two things; “hardening of the arteries” (I hope not) or less of a spiritual concern (than I used to have) for most of humanity. I will mention again how it originally incidentally stood for the waking process itself by the strawberry growing larger until fully waking (something seemingly borrowed from the last part of “How the Grinch Stole Christmas” where his heart grows larger). An apple has been found to be along the same lines. (Note that a volcano also represents the human heart in some cases, with lava representing blood - more likely the case if a few lava chambers are represented in-dream. However, an erupting volcano may also sometimes metaphorically represent the waking process and little else.) Because the strawberries were in a can with incoherent writing, it may also be associated with a lesser contact with the natural world and dealing with the gibberish of mainstream pop culture (since “pop”/soda is also in a can).

As I fall asleep, I practice visualizing and mentally exploring my "base". It has gotten more detailed as it has grown organically over time. I've only managed to reach it in one lucid dream, which was blurry and short, but... well, time and patience. I think part of my problem is that I tend to think of it as 'home', but when my dreaming mind goes "home" I end up in old apartments and bedrooms. I may need to rename/reframe it as something else, like Focal Point, or simply the Cottage. It will be a good springboard, once I manage to make it into a stable setting.

I've worked on visualizing it as I fall asleep at first not because I expect to have my first lucid dream there (there's a great deal of NREM before your first dream) but because I want visualizing that setting to become automatic for my V-WILDs later at night.

I've had a lot more success with V-WILD than anything else, although the dreams tend to be "fuzzier" - not sure why. They tend to fade quickly. I suppose it's something I'll need to work on.

My first few dreams... I don't recall them. I wake up. It's 7-8 in the morning and I don't need to get up any time soon, so I let myself start drifting off to sleep. I decide to try a WILD but I'm too sleepy to want to put much effort into it, so I decide to drift and latch onto the first setting that presents itself.

That setting is the store that I work in. It is a dreamlet that I am standing behind the row of cash registers. I am still mostly awake at this point, but I decide to go with it. I mentally "walk" out from behind the counter and start walking toward the market section of the store.

As I "walk", the visualization gains vividness and clarity. It begins to become more than merely a visualization, although it is not yet a dream. In the past, I may have tried to "push" it into a full blown lucid dream, but that mistake can cause the dream to collapse. I have learned to simply let it gently glide into a dream.

By the time I reach the center of the market, it has become a full blown dream. It's still "thin", though (hard to explain). I am standing in market. The layout has changed, though, and it's not the store I recognize. I'm standing next to an open refrigerated section with several shelves lined with cartons of fruit - strawberries, raspberries, blackberries, etc. The dream begins to fade a little bit. I run my hands over the fruit, trying to stabilize it. It doesn't seem to work very well. I remember that I need to engage more than one sense, and one of those senses is taste. I grab a strawberry and try to shove it into my mouth, but there is something like a force-field in front of my mouth, preventing me from doing so. I can't seem to put it in my mouth with my hand, so I toss it into the air and catch it in my mouth. It tastes how I would expect a strawberry to taste. I begin walking down the aisle, and the dream fades.

When another dream begins, I am no longer lucid, although I still have an instinctive feeling that what is happening is not "real", although I am not sure why.

I am riding in a small, worn wooden boat across a gunmetal gray lake, toward a barren shore. The sky is overcast and gray, and the lake is very flat and still. There is a man waiting for me on the shore. He is very tall and thin - almost gaunt - and dressed in odd-looking dull gray leather armor. There is a thick red woolen scarf wound around his shoulders, neck, and the bottom half of his face. He has messy black hair. I think of him as my cousin, even though he is nothing like any of my cousins in real life except for being very tall. I reach the shore and step out of the boat. The dream shifts and fades.

I later had other dreams, but they were fragmented and I can't recall them.

I'm in a classroom setting as a student, and the class is in a wide crescent moon shape with our professor in the middle. The class is on Connect-Four, and apparently, I'm kind of the shit.

So naturally, I get in an epic game (somehow) with the professor, who has white hair and a Christopher Lee beard going. Our game takes up two gameboards at once. Some clashes cannot be constrained by mortal boundaries. I don't know who won, but I knew I did very well.

This somehow led to an interlude about some weird game show, and the contestants need to dress up as characters in a book to compete. One of the male contestants has on too much make-up, and I recall thinking, man, you are seconds away from a uni brow.

The dream shifts into an end scene from Parks and Rec, where they play a bit over the credits. In this, I'm picking strawberries with what I guess is Tom Haverford, and we are talking about Ron Swanson being impressed with my Connect-Four skills. I mention "I wonder if it'll piss off Ron if I address him as an equal?" To which Tom finds that hilarious.

I dreamed I saw a girl who I know in waking life talking when my mother was present, Then I saw a Pasteur who I know IWL. (I saw both people today in Church, The Pasteur just got home after some weeks of absence and I didn't know when she was arriving home.)

Some time after that, The girl and I went to an Aldi grocery store and I remember feeling very hot before going into the store. I went into the freezer from the customer's side of the doors and there was enough room to walk in the freezer in front of the merchandise, And I did just that until I got further down the aisle before I saw the girl get some frozen strawberries out of the freezer and I got out of the freezer myself. After I got out I said I felt better and I think the girl may have said something to me.

This dream did seem to reflect a bit of today, Too.

Dream
Lucid
Semi-Lucid

Another dream from the night of the 7th, a few more of those coming.
My friend Elmer is referenced in this dream, which is odd.
I almost never actually see his DC.
Also, realizing that the past dream I had was actually a dream, only to still be dreaming just in a separate dream, is something that happens quite a lot.
Though it wasn't really a FA, since I never woke up, I just transitioned.
(P.S. Me and my friend are not meth drug dealers, just to be clear).


February 7th 2013

I'm at my house and some people are at the door.
Apparently there here to purchase meth from me, but not just meth.
Some kind of special meth dessert.
Apparently my friend Elmer was supposed to make it for them but he wasn't around, so they asked me too, and surprisingly I knew how.
I told them to give me a second and went into the kitchen.
I took out some meth I had lying around among other things.
When I was making it it felt second nature to me, as if I had done this many times in the past.
Then it was done, a small strawberry pastry laced with meth. I handed it over to them.

"Sorry but I couldn't find any whip cream, must have ran out."

It was a pretty cute looking pastry, looked like something out of an anime, although it's container barely held it.

"Eat that and it will get the two of you high, guaranteed."

They seemed satisfied with my results and were on there way.
When they left I could here a racket going on outside.
I went to go investigate and opened my front door to take a look out side.
A bunch of kids were playing around on my doorstep.
Hey I knew these guys!
Among them were the people I know, Matteus, Mihn, Bradley, and another who's face I can't remember.
They were all playing around and laughing, I decided to join them.
It was here when I started to mention that I had been to the moon earlier when a painful click went off in my head.
I wasn't on the moon earlier, that's impossible!
Oh no, that was all a dream? I can't believe it.

Oh the irony of dreams, so painful in retrospect.

Good morning. I remember two dream fragments from last night.

Dream #1

I was sitting indoors at a table with either a woman or a man. The table was big and solid, like a work table, but almost as low as a children's table.

A woman, possibly a young, Asian woman, began bringing out a bunch of desserts. Almost all the desserts had the theme of being sliced like pie and being made out of chocolate that looked like actual strawberries. They just looked like pie slices made out of fresh, raw strawberries. But the strawberries were really chocolate.

The last dessert the woman brought out was different. It was like a tray of different kinds of chocolate. But the chocolate was all colored white and gold. There might also had been some biscuit-like things in with the chocolate. The tray this chocolate was in was wooden, pale, and sturdy.

Dream #2

I sat somewhere with a man, who was a friend of mine (though I don't recognize him now) sitting to my right. We were inside or under some kind of structure, but we were looking out at a wide view of a sunset, possibly at a beach. We sat on a ledge of wood, in what now feels like an empty frame where something like a breakfast bar had once been.

The light from the sunset was intensely golden orange, filling the atmosphere and giving everything a metallic shine.

I knew that this guy liked a certain girl. I had been kind of flirting with the girl a little bit, too, though I don't think I was really interested in her. I decided to give the girl up so there would be no misunderstanding between me and my friend.