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    1. 30 Aug: Family being chased by police in the 30s or 40s

      by , 08-30-2019 at 09:54 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      It's the 30s or 40s. I am in a family that is part of some resistance. We are at a central station trying to get a train to somewhere and some policeman recognizes us. We are at some subterranean level and we find some stairs going up. I push my family members upstairs and try to block the stairs with something to gain time, then follow them. I hear shots but fortunately no bullet hits me. At the most upper floor there is a library or office with a large framed window with access to outside (it is actually ground floor). The window is very high and we need to climb bookshelves to get there. There are no doors connecting elsewhere and the window has no possibility of opening. I look for something heavy and I can only find a rotary phone that I pull and take with me. Our chasers are already inside the office but I manage to break a corner of the window, 2 or 3 framed squares, enough for us to glide outside. It's almost a one floor high but we manage. Some passersby see us but seem not to care. I spot some police or military not so far away but we mingle with other people and they don't seem to be looking for us. We need to turn at a nearby street but we walk instead of running to avoid attracting attention. We look for shelter as soon as possible to get out of the street.
      Meanwhile, throughout our several hideout attempts there are several tornados forming and we run from them through the streets and look for hideouts that can resist the winds. Most of the places we enter are modern buildings full of glass walls and glass ceilings, open spaces that offer no protection and no underground levels. It is frustrating. Then we find at some kind of terminal a small concrete cubicle at a corner, where an old very poor couple lives, with no roof or windows, just a concrete box and we kinda invade their home and try to explain to them why and hope they don't get too mad.

      Updated 10-09-2019 at 10:04 PM by 34880

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      non-lucid , dream fragment
    2. Wednesday, June 26

      by , 06-27-2019 at 09:04 PM
      I am at a train station with Melissa. There is a slight platform with a ticket booth on it and three terminals beyond it at 12, 3, and 9 o’clock. We approach and the lady asks us which we’ll need a ticket for. I tell her that I honestly don’t really know, but that we’re going to Colorado, so whichever that one might be. She doesn’t really offer much help, but another girls shows up and says that’s right by Nebraska, pointing us to the train to our left. We get our tickets and head over to it. I briefly wonder how we’ll actually get to Colorado from wherever this train takes us. When I search Nebraska on my map, it looks like it is right by Colorado, so much so that when I zoom out they pretty much blend together. We now seem to be on the train, which looks more like a room with seats along the walls. The seats look like red velvet or like the ones in movie theaters. There is a female couple that we’re going to be sitting by; there’s a slight confusion of people already sitting, people starting to sit, and people like me what are figuring out where they’re going to sit. I end up sitting by one of the girls, and Melissa will be on my left.
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    3. 18 Mar: Mom, boars on train station, bully in train

      by , 03-18-2019 at 01:23 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      With my mom, separating and displaying clothes on hangers for selling. I am upset that she put some dress that I like for sale and I remove it. Then we are balancing ourselves and the clothes on top of ironing boards balancing upon other ironing boards. An iron falls to the ground, almost hitting one of our cats. I tell her that it was due to her being distracted, but she didn't even notice. We come down to the ground and we are now on the platform of a train station. On another platform she spots a baby boar and I say "na-uh, it's a pack of boars walking in line." I wanna take a picture but also want to stay at a close distance to the exit, in case they cross the train tracks to our side. My mom is unafraid and walks 'till the edge at the far end of the platform. I notice now that she had Hachi by the leash and ties his leash to some door handles. I run to it as soon as possible, because very likely she didn't tied it well and he might escape. Indeed he gets lose and is about to chase the boars when I get hold of him. Then we get on a train to do some long travel and there are no doors on the wagon, it's very cold and dangerous. We discuss what to use to cover the doors, like a wooden board. Then a fiscal comes by and asks how people are doing and says that this will be solved. Next stop my mom does something stupid like hanging from one hand and swinging outside to pick up something while the train is still in motion. New passengers come in and comment how she is crazy and I agree. Then the doors are finally covered and the train is getting full, so no more cold. Instead some couple of kids with no manners start causing discomfort among passengers and one decides to smoke a fat cigar filling the place with smoke. Everybody complains but he is a bully and threatens everyone. People fear him. I don't. I take his cigar out of his hand and put it out. He is angry and says he will beat me. I say I am not afraid because he is smaller than me and I can kick his ass. Then I recall "oh, and I am purple belt in Kenpo" but immediately feel scared that I don't remember one movement how to fight and may look silly, since I don't practice for a while. But he actually shows respect and wants to know my school. After a while we are best friends. He has a gypsy look with fabulous blue eyes. I end up going to one of his kids birthday party with my cats.
    4. Did I sell myself?

      by , 09-25-2018 at 05:03 PM
      Did I sell myself?

      I remember a train station since I could see it so clearly and it was so detailed. The black steel beams that created a beautiful pattern decorated with pink flowers that was climbing it’s way up to the roof. Old gate lanters were everywhere to be seen and just helped the whole thing to look so old fashioned and romantic.
      But we only passed it by. With us, I meant the group of people I was hanging out with. One really tall man, easy above 2 meters. I tried to grab his arm and since I felt we had that kind of connection. I tried to look up to him. To really get a good glimpse of his face but it was definitely not a very easy task! He was busy with our mission, to look for more people to join us. We passed by a shop that selled gemstones, that I had visited in a different dream from before. She was dressed all in black, had at least three different shades of purple in her black poffy emo looking hair. She was looking so cool and not to mention her attitude. The super tall man talked to her while walking away from the train station and the little gem shop. I couldn’t help but to feel jealous and tried to get his attention but he didn’t care. He didn’t shove me off or anything just giving me the look: “Not now, K?”
      He was never looking directly at me either. More like, glancing at me or even looking down at me… since he was so freaking-ishly tall!

      I went home and straight to the bed. Sulking. There were other girls in the room, kind of half naked. I suddenly didn’t wear anything on my upper body, topless you know, and talked to the girls that seemed more or less drunk or even high. The place was really dirty. What I noticed when I tried to walked around was that every girl were in this weird kind of state. Even I had a hard time trying to stay on my feet. Music was playing on the loudest possible volume outside the room. Since there were sooo many beds in a room made me start to think of what kind of a place this was.




      Note: The man looked like an inspector.

      Updated 09-25-2018 at 05:10 PM by 95361 (Fixed spelling errors)

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      non-lucid
    5. Undoing a Cult Leader’s “Magic” with a Giant Golden Candle

      by , 08-22-2018 at 10:07 AM
      Morning of February 22, 2016. Monday.

      Reading time: 5 min 42 sec. Readability score: 66.



      My family and I are leaving our home on Stadcor Street due to an understanding that Daniel (Zsuzsanna’s younger half-brother on her mother’s side) is ill and could make us sick. (This is illogical because he is not around or likely to visit.) I carry a big suitcase as we all leave our house. We walk toward the city of Brisbane, but I have the idea we will be walking to America to avoid getting the illness.

      Eventually, we are sitting at a bus stop in an unfamiliar area with other people after I get tired of walking. (There are at least two bus shelters oriented end to end.) I am uncertain when the bus will arrive or if it will take us to our destination (closer to America, reachable by a short bridge from Australia as they are next to each other in my dream). I begin to realize that I have a car we can use that should be appearing soon. I think it is the fancy white car across the street. As I go to it, I look at the back to notice my first name written clearly above the license plate. That may be evidence it is my car though I consider it may belong to someone else. The door on the front left side is open, and we all get in, though I am the only one that sits in front. I assume the car has three rows of seats, as otherwise, all of us would not be able to fit. There is a periscope as well as an automatic pilot. I quickly drive off while vaguely thinking that it still might be someone else’s car but this is not a concern.

      I safely and effortlessly drive through buildings, solid walls, and over water. I stop at a rocky cliff overlooking the ocean. I look over the cliff to see a few men wandering about on the rocks about ten feet below. Now there is an unknown homeless male with us, and I offer him food. (He has not eaten for a few days and has been wandering in the region.) I pick up a suitcase to use infra-control as a potential to create food in it, but upon opening it, there are only my family’s folded clothes inside, I then open a rucksack and reach in expectantly and see I am holding a baguette. He is cheerfully thankful, as it is his favorite food. I reach in and produce a second one, which I also give him.

      I think about how the southeast section of America nearly touches the northwest section of Australia. It is like I see the Strait of Juan De Fuca (northwest above Washington state in reality) in the northwest corner of Australia, and that links to Charleston, North Carolina. Part of it could be confusing the Victoria above Washington state with the Victoria in Australia. It is not only an error of country location. I think we are still in Brisbane (the opposite side of Australia than my dream’s implication). (However, if you rotate Australia around to line up with the USA, the two Victorias are in the same area, though one is a city and one is a state.)

      We are now at a Brisbane train station. It seems to be nighttime. There is a Russian wolfhound (Borzoi) lying on one of the benches. It possesses the soul of an unknown man’s ex-girlfriend. He hired a cult leader (present near a waiting train) to transform her with magic. I talk to the dog. She acts as if I am ridiculous in talking to her and makes a sarcastic remark about people who talk to dogs. There is an ambiguous awareness that I am in a bus station and the dog is a greyhound (as a Greyhound is a kind of bus). The increasing ambiguity, along with the dog’s sarcastic attitude, annoys me. I decide to help her even though she seems resigned to her fate.

      I tell the young male cult leader that I will change the dog back, but he believes he is the only one with magical powers. I say, “…and now a golden candle, taller than me, appears here,” and it happens. A golden candle taller than I appears before me in a giant brass candle holder. He is amazed and stunned. It gets smaller until it is of standard size. I place it atop a small, round, wooden table that belongs to be the cult leader (even though it is a public area). Some blue, jellylike wax overflows from the giant candle holder. I apologize to him in case any of it falls out to damage the tabletop, though this does not occur. From here, looking at the mixed colors brings me into an abstract state, and I slowly wake.



      Dream errors other than known infra-control: We have not lived on Stadcor Street for years. One cannot walk to America from Australia, and they are not next to each other. I could not carry a big heavy suitcase very far in waking life. Maps (as well as location orientation) are hardly ever realistic or correct in dreams. I do not question blue wax coming from a yellow candle. I do not recognize a talking dog or magical abilities as strange.

      Dream opposites: Walking south to Brisbane would imply walking in the opposite direction of where America would be, though this distorts in conflicting ways later. One of the reasons for our move to Bundaberg was concern over an illness more likely to be present in Brisbane (SARS), opposite inference to my dream’s scenario.

      Dream accuracies: My infra-self is similar to my current conscious self in marriage and family status (as well as living in Australia).

      Subliminal, liminal, and lucid creation and control of dream content: The summoning of the car with my name on the back is common subliminal control of the dream state, having nothing to do with real life. I have often deliberately done this in both lucid and non-lucid dreams. A car represents maintaining the illusory physicality of the dream state. Driving through buildings, walls, and over water (of which I also do with my illusory dream body without a car) is infra-control, unrelated to real life. I often use infra-control or control when lucid to create and control dream factors. The appearance of clothes is a typical infra-sign I am dreaming (as I do not wear clothes in bed while sleeping). My effort worked on the second attempt, which is common.

      General concepts: It is usually harder for me to walk in both non-lucid and lucid dreams than to fly (though I usually end up flying whenever I had been walking for a time). With the highest level of lucidity, walking is more thrilling than flying, as the realism of physicality is more defined and accurate. Since early childhood, I have used reading to attain more of a focus on the dream state (though sometimes the writing changes or becomes nonsensical), especially in reading my name somewhere as here. I use yellow and creating and lighting candles (in both lucidity and non-lucidity) to clarify my conscious self identity in the dream state. The homeless man was a preconscious witness to my mode of awareness while the cult leader was this dream’s preconscious avatar. It all comes down to whether the processes of my reticular formation (RAS) have more or less control as my emerging consciousness (the dog in this case) in the waking transition. A dog usually represents how much control I have in the dream state. Animals becoming people is a common waking status, or in fact, anything going from unlikely (such as a talking dog) to resolved.

      Prescience (updated same day): When I went outside tonight, I found a rucksack of the same colors and size as the one from my dream, lying just outside our house near the curb, that someone could only have dropped tonight. I felt what could have been a baguette through the canvas, but it turned out to be a tall empty water bottle. Zsuzsanna first thought a hookah was sticking out from it, and so did I for a second, until I realized it was a large hydration pack (the kind with a long transparent hose). Looking inside, I discovered it belonged to a Swedish male named Axel. The only other contents were documents, most related to applying for a tax file number. He may have lost it from his bicycle, or maybe someone stole it from him and tossed it.




    6. A Pretty Eventful LD

      by , 11-09-2017 at 06:12 AM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Fell asleep at: 10:43 PM

      Woke up at: 6:00 AM



      Dream:

      Looking up random crap on my laptop, I begin to have thoughts of deja vu, "What if this is a dream?" I thought to myself. "That's ridiculous." I also pondered. But, I had to confirm my suspicions somehow. The internet is already a weird and, frankly, terrifying place, anything that seemed odd could be interpreted as 'expected'. So I just told myself I was dreaming, and I was.


      Nothing specifically tipped me off to the nature of the dream itself. I just went with my 'gut instincts', luckily those gut instincts were correct. People didn't act like they should in the dream, places that I had never even seen before were just outside my neighborhood, but I digress.


      I got up from my bed, when I realized that my vision was utter garbage. I told the dream to improve my vision, but to no avail. I try again, no dice. I went towards my desk and grabbed a comically oversized and uncomfortable pair of glasses, which helped a little bit. Then I try to fly. I begin to vibrate aggressively for a couple seconds before blasting through the roof. Somehow, I end up back in my room, unscathed and just as anxious.


      My sister and her boyfriend open the door. I tell my sister ecstatically, "(No I'm not giving her name away), you're in a DREAM!!" She rolls her eyes (Of course), and her boyfriend just sorta shrugged it off. My other sister is also there, but for some odd reason, she's pregnant (This isn't the case in waking life). We walk out on the town upon my request.


      There's this security guard lady who's checking people into a large building. She lets everyone else go and I go last. I try to phase through the gate, ubt she checks me in just as the gate opens for me. So, that didn't go so well.

      We wind up in this train station/mall type area with a boatload of people all around. I try to follow my sister and her boyfriend through the crowded building, but increasingly lose distance. Then, out of the blue, a lady carrying a bazillion shopping bags and an overloaded shopping cart, all of which say "That's The Joke", comes barreling by.

      I wake up right after that.



      Notes:

      1. This is actually the first extended lucid ream I had. Ever. It lasted about 20 or so minutes long and I didn't need to perform even one reality check along the way.

      2. I kept the same level of lucidity throughout, and just sorta went along with the dream. I think it might've been a layer 2 or 3 lucid dream, which is astounding for me.
    7. 08-12-16 - Tigers, Ducks and replays

      by , 12-08-2016 at 11:30 PM
      Non-lucid – NoteslucidInterpretation

      “Imprinting a tiger”

      In the dusk I find myself walking into a garden. Et is elongated and narrow and towards the end there is a house. I look to my right into the hedge. At the grass I see a female duck and below her chest a small duckling that soon meets my eye. As we lock our eyes together the duckling starts a trip out into the uncut grass towards where I am now sat down. Behind it follows it’s mother, trying to establish contact with little luck as it seems the duckling has already imprinted me as its mother.

      I feel both excited and ashamed. I feel guilty for robbing the duck of the chance to bond with its off spring, but also excited and joyful of my own bonding with the creature. I look down at its little beak and let it push its body against my knees and one of my hands. Then I look up at its mother and try and stroke its chest. It lets me, but with an air of calculative anticipation and scepticism, which makes me apprehensive, if persistent.

      I then look down again at the duckling. I don’t recognise the absurdity that the creature has now transformed into a miniature Tiger of maybe 10-12 cm in length and is crawling about on my right thigh. When I look up at the mother duck again to explain that I am deeply sorry that I have stolen her chance to bond with her infant.

      When I look up mother duck is now wearing glasses and a pearl necklace, and quite frankly it would be impossible to describe if she looks more like a duck than a human. She explains “That is OK I had a clutch 3 months ago.” and frankly she sounds relieved.

      “Travelling in trains with Liv”

      Fragment:

      I am standing on a lengthy and wide platform on a train station. It is morning and the lighting foretells of a sunny day, which has yet to breach the foggy clouds above and around. It seems like late spring or summer. I am standing with Liv and we are going somewhere. The conversation we are having is about finding the right train.

      There is more to the dream, though I recall nothing but this fragment.

      “Getting to the shore, 4 metal objects in the water”

      Fragment:

      I am on the water. The sun is bright and the ocean water which I am on is very bright and lightly blue. Up ahead I see a beach, a wide and almost white sandy beach. I think my Dad is there with me and he asks:

      “Do you remember us being here?”

      I look up towards the right and in the distance gaze upon a little island around 50-100 metres from the shore. As the foliage behind the beach the island is covered in lustrous trees and other greenery. I remember this place, I have indeed been here before.

      (In writing this I recall a dream of way back, perhaps detailed somewhere within this journal. I am in Holstebro, where we throw our family reunions, and as I walk down the forest pathway that in waking life take you to the river in the dream it takes me to a cove. From this cove I rush across the open water to an Island, which is the one I see in this dream.)

      I jump out in to the water and submerge myself. Light penetrates the surface and everything looks very bright, if blurry beneath. I loose four metal objects I have in my pocket and for a moment worry if I still have my phone in my pocket. I check that it is empty and then sweep the sand below and pull up the objects, where one of them is a key. Then I head for the beach.

      End of dream/recall
    8. #103: Fragments

      by , 03-04-2016 at 07:08 AM
      Fragments
      > I'm busy cleaning my room in my student home. I've gotten into an argument with my mom somehow. She enters my room but since I've got my back to her I pretend that I don't know that she's here. She pokes me in my sides. I respond annoyed. So does she. She then asks me something.

      > I'm reading something about how Surinam is related to Spanish and some other languages. I consider learning something of these languages so that Surinam will become easier for me. Then I realise that that's idiotic. I might as well just focus on Surinam immediately.

      > I'm at the cinema with a girl who has only recently become a girl. She is nice to me and offers to pay for the tickets. Well that's definitely a change from when she was still a guy. It feels like I went out with the girl behind the ticket desk once, cause she's acting quite jealous. She's saying stuff such as that I should update my relationship status. A bit early for that I think. We then sit together with a group of people, who start cracking terrible vagina jokes in Dutch.

      > I check in at a train station. I can clearly see the same at which the train is supposed to leave. There also is a train, but the sign which displays the destinations doesn't match up with where I want to go. It shows a lot of places I've never heard of. They don't even sound Dutch. I end up skipping this train.
    9. #91: Mac & dread / Court

      by , 02-10-2016 at 08:34 AM
      Mac & dread
      I'm sitting on the couch in my room in my student home. I'm checking out my new Macbook. I'm trying to figure out what it is that's wrong about it. Then I realise that the bottom has been unscrewed. I have to put it back on. The bottom 'lid' has some of my hair stuck to it. I try to peel it off. I examine the lid and discover that it should just slide back on. It uses a pneumatic system to close and open the laptop. Along this dream I keep messing with my hair. First half a dread comes loose from my head. Then I slowly start to feel like I'm losing more hair. Fuuck.. well I suppose I could go with millimetred hair....

      Court *potential slight spoiler for the show Suits*
      There's a court decision coming up. Mike Ross from Suits is standing outside a court room I suppose with another white man. The court is gonna give a verdict soon about the legitimacy of a law that will have Mike convicted for being a fraud. They're probably gonna rule in his favour, but Mike wants to do something to prevent them from ruling like that because he wants to give someone else a chance to... I don't remember what. The man tells him that he's crazy. I don't remember the actual verdict.

      In what is probably the courtroom, but what looks a bit more like parliament, Mike is standing somewhere with I guess Rachel close to him. She takes a few steps back and bumps into the guy she cheated on Mike with. Next thing they bring their faces really close together, but at the last possible moment decide not to kiss.

      Mike and Rachel are at a train station. He's walking away from her and she is chasing after him, apologising. Somehow the tables get turned and suddenly he needs to apologise. Huh? What? No man, that's not right!
    10. #69: Presentations

      by , 01-12-2016 at 07:25 AM
      Went to bed a bit before midnight. Really had issues falling asleep, took me at least until 01:00. I set the alarm for 06:45.

      Presentations
      I'm in a classroom. The presentations of our project groups are about to start. The lecturer asks me to present for our group. I tell him that someone else in our group has already prepared to present. The lecturer asks me to present anyway. My voice changes just a little bit, I guess it breaks a little. I ask him why. He backs off, seeming a bit intimidated. I go up to my group to tell them and we laugh about it a little. In my head I've got the joke ready that that's the advantage to being black: it's easy to scare white people. I don't make the joke.

      We're on the 2nd floor of a building. The walls on two sides have arched holes in them so you can look outside. There's some parkour going on. It looks like a live video. One guy falls from the 2nd floor. I take a look over the edge. The guy was lucky. He's still hanging on to an edge just a bit below, so he didn't tumble all the way down. A teacher for a different course then decides to stand on an object which was used in this particular parkour run, to prevent more people from doing it. It's presentation time again. The first teacher ends up buying us all food, but only some of us get to choose. He makes a girl take orders from all of us. Everyone is shouting and I suggest that she writes it down, cause she's not gonna remember that many orders. My friend is sitting next to me. He complains that it's unfair that some people get to choose their orders and others don't.


      I had another dream but I don't really have the time or energy right now to go into it. It involved my Indonesian classmates, a train station, drugs and being late for an appointment with my thesis supervisor. The dream sucked
    11. #47: Train run / Sorcery / Wedding

      by , 12-03-2015 at 08:38 AM
      I went to bed around 23:30 and spent the last 30 minutes or so reading a book. I woke up naturally around 07:15, went to the toilet, back to bed and stayed there until 07:45.

      Train run
      I'm sitting in a train with my close friend Li. Next moment we're out of the train and in a train station. We have to transfer to another train which is departing very soon, around ??:44 or something alike. We make a run for it. Due to the stupid system, we have to make a detour. We first have to check in somewhere, before backtracking and then heading off in the right direction. On the way to our check in, we run over a nearly empty square in the train station. As far as I can remember, we were at a point where you couldn't see the outside. There are I believe 3 guys standing in the square. Two of them are handing out flyers for something. One of them wants to give me a flyer. Can't this dude see I'm in a rush! In all fairness I could've accepted the flyer while running. We make it to the check-in and rush back. I'm not sure where I see the time, but for a moment I see that the time is ??:24 or something close to it. That would give us all the time in the world. Why run? I think we approach some stairs.

      We're next to the train, still running to find a door to enter through, as the train is crowded and we won't find everywhere. The whistle has already been blown, a sign that the doors will close. We manage to make it. We then decide to sit down. I think for a moment about the interior of the train, which seems odd.


      Sorcery
      I'm in a big multi-storey building which is being renovated. I don't recall there being any furniture and the place is mostly neatly white. Naturally there are guys all about the place, working on the renovation. I'm semi-running down some stairs. At some point I decide to jump down, which is quite a jump. I land just behind and a bit to the right side of my physical therapist, who is crouched on the floor, perhaps because he is also working. He doesn't notice it. My landing was soft. In my mind this is parkour related. His co-worker does notice and potentially also his intern. I continue down the stairs, but at the same time the dream's focus is on the exchange that happened between the physical therapists about me.

      I feel like this is the same neat, white building. I'm standing on a balcony along with at least 1 other person, though I think there are more. It's daytime. If I remember correctly the woman standing next to me on the balcony is my former boss, but at the same time she is also Polgara, a sorceress from the book I'm reading. I myself am also a sorcerer. Down below there is a car park, which belongs to this building I would guess. There are two cars which are leaving. Both of them have a bad guy in it. They are moving towards the building, where apparently the exit is. Ow no you don't. I use my sorcery/telekinesis to drag the car of the last guy back. Then I point at the hood of the car and say "Burst". [This command is also used in the book sometimes]. The engine bursts. Though the other guy is already below the building and out of my sight, I try to use my telekinesis once more. It works. The car is dragged back into the parking lot and then tumbles to its side. I have to be more careful with this one. This guy is important and we want him alive. If I use too much force to make his engine burst it could explode and kill the guy. Instead I turn the car into a different type of car. One that's a bit beatdown and has a very noticeable paintjob. Now he probably can't get away and if he can, it's easy to follow him. The guys below decide to take action against us. One of them does something which I can't recall too specifically. He turns himself into a big hideous ball or something alike and bounces up and down like a big bouncing ball. My boss/Polgara tries to get a hold of him, but her sorcery doesn't reach that far. She leans over the railing but comes up just too short. I take a hold of her legs and push her further out over the railing. Because I did this I can recall that the wore light-blue jeans, though I can't recall the rest of her outfit. I think she was pregnant though. I'm not sure if she managed to get a hold of the guy.

      Next thing I know, one of the guys has performed some sorcery of his own (or used something else) to set up a lot of worms in the building. God this is gross. Then it dawns upon me that all these worms are tiny bombs. I run along the edges of this floor, which seems to be predominantly round. Along the edge are a number of 'packages' made out of worms, which are all explosives.


      The day before this dream I told my dreambuddy (werty52) that I considered taking up a new challenge for myself: become lucid and perform telekinesis. I forgot the lucid part

      Fragment
      » I think there was something about Bali, though I can't recall anything. It might be due to the fact that the boss I dreamt about is on Bali right now. I always seem to manage to find something Indonesia related to dream about

      Wedding
      It's my wedding, or the preparation for it. It's daytime and I'm standing outside with my bride to be and a man and a woman who are supposed to be my parents, but they're not. Maybe they're her parents? It's time for some photos and what not. I look at the dress my bride to be is wearing. It's definitely not a wedding dress, but she looks amazing. I think it was a green dress, with a slit running up until one of her thighs. The people are bossing her around quite a bit. Poor her. Somehow I'm under the impression that I am a king. We sit down on a stone bench. I think some photo's are made.

      I'm in a house, I think in a living room. The wedding party? My friend Christina is there. She makes a joke about having bought me a pack of (Indonesian?) cigarettes for nothing. For a moment I'm not sure how to reply. I think I also bought her a pack. [Neither of us smokes]. I move to open the door. The door opens into a hallway of perhaps a metre wide and 5 metres long. Halfway on the right side is another door opening. At the end on the left are stairs going down. There's a girl standing in front of the door. She seems Moroccan or Turkish. More and more girls join, as well as some guys. They are all distant relatives from one another along with their boyfriend. The only thing I can specifically remember about their clothes is that most (or maybe all) of the girls were wearing a hijab. I remember thinking something along the lines of: great, you invite 1 person and she brings someone who also brings someone and now there are 10 people here I don't know.
    12. #40: Stations / Sales

      by , 11-26-2015 at 09:55 AM
      Stations
      It's daytime and I'm sitting in a train. I'm on my way to my hometown. The train stops at a train station with the name of my hometown on it. Heh.. no way. This station doesn't like it at all. It's a tiny station almost in the middle of nowhere. I think an elderly couple gets off. I'm still a bit confused over the situation. It's one thing to get the wrong info from the on board announcements, but to have the wrong namesign up on a train station... Suddenly I see the area from an aerial perspective. Ow I get it now. They've added 2 new train stations in this city, to increase accessibility. Apparently they all have the same name.

      At the next station now. I clearly see a shop on the other platform. The building is very rectangular. I'm standing on a different platform. I look at the announcement board and see that the next train will go to my hometown. I start walking towards the correct platform. I will have to check out and check in again.


      Fragments
      » I'm with my cousin. She takes a look at my dreads. She gets all excited and sort of states that I've fixed them. I tell her that my mom fixed them up a bit, but not entirely. Somehow I feel a bit embarrassed with the attention.

      » I'm with my mom, grandma and aunt. My aunt is blind.* We were walking around the house and my aunt had no problem moving about with the same speed as a non-blind person. We're then all seated at a table and I'm playing chess against my blind aunt. Instead of black-white, the board is black - light blue. The position of the pieces changes ever so slightly during one of my turns, causing me to take a very long time to think about what move I want to do. At some point one of the pieces is a squished little tomato with some other stuff mixed into it. It's quite messy.

      *My aunt's not really blind.

      » I'm walking along a trail in the hills or on a mountain. I'm hiking with a group.

      » Not sure if it's the same group, but we're in a cave with a lot of people. We're playing a type of infected tag game. If you get tagged, you become one of the growing group of taggers. The purpose is to make it to the other side. I think I get tagged at some point, but somehow have a retry. It's easy to tell who is infected as they have a certain light around them. I think I dive to make it out of the cave on the other side, but I'm a bit too late. I finish in 3rd position, which I can clearly see displayed as if I'm playing a video game.

      » I'm talking with my ex girlfriend on whatsapp. It's about a mountain and a volcano I've been to in Indonesia. There are pictures. Our replies are somewhat normal, but at the same time it feels like there's a sub-meaning as the situation feels a bit hostile. Did I go to these places with Christina?

      » Writing Christina's name triggered the memory of a plane, though I'm not sure if I dreamt about one.

      » I'm scrolling through LinkedIn. I've added one of my lecturers. I think I see her scrolling to hers and her ignoring my invitation. I reason that she probably doesn't know who I am, as I've omitted some information from my profile.


      Sales
      I'm standing inside a small shop. It's supposed to be an office for a street sales company at which I will start working. I know it will be different than the last time, because this time I have my housemate Quint with me who will also work here.* We're standing in front of a type of post-mix machine with the manager, who is our age. He offers us some cola. I'm not really into cola because it's unhealthy, but I don't want to be rude. We get it in a big cup. Quint prefers dr. pepper, but the manager is not allowed to pour the same quantity of dr. pepper as cola. A rule from his uncle, who is the owner. We watch the television which is mounted a bit above our heads. It's an event in a stadium. There's a group of perhaps 100 people in the middle of the field. It has to do with mourning for a terrorist attack. I see an old friend of mine, Tris. Wauw.. it looks like he hasn't slept for days. Then the whole thing turns into a performance, with riot police and such. At some point it turns into a form of rehearsal, as one thing is done again and again to get it right.

      *We don't live together. He used to work at the previous street sales company.
    13. #31: Near puking

      by , 11-13-2015 at 09:01 AM
      Near puking
      I'm with a group of people. I recall seeing my classmate Chris and one of my best friends. We're sitting on a vehicle which consists of wooden benches lined up behind one another. I'm on the frontrow, though I feel like the vehicle is moving backwards, making it the backrow. About 4 people can fit on a bench. It's sort of like a freaky bicycle, but I don't remember how the vehicle was propelled or who did the driving. We're taking some sharp 180° turns. At the first turn the people on the bench I'm on all slide to one side and get squished together. I feel an urge to puke, as if the combination of this sudden movement with the amount of alcohol I've had is too much. Just before the next turn my friend makes a comment. I don't recall what he said, but it's something to do with him thinking it's funny that we're gonna get squished again. We don't slide on the next turn however, because we expect it and brace ourselves.

      We stop near a train station. A digital clock says it's 12 past something. I stand talking to my friend for a moment and I also check the train schedule on my phone. There's a special train leaving to our city. It has a weird symbol in the schedule and there was a story to it that I can't remember. It's leaving at 15 past something. Well we're too late for that one. We end deciding to take another train, which will take much longer, about an hour and a half. I feel like it could've been way faster, but this way we have to make a big detour, even though we're really close to our city.


      Fragments
      » Another friend of mine. We live together? There's something with him wanting to cook and also something about orange juice I believe. It's all very vague.

      » I know I dreamt about my mom, but I can't recall any of it.
    14. #30: Switcheroo

      by , 11-11-2015 at 08:26 AM
      Switcheroo
      It's daytime, a sunny day. I'm in front of the train station in my mom's city. I'm on my mountain bike and I just arrived. The area isn't completely the same as it should be. There's a wooden wall on the left, something like what's put up to shield off a construction area. There's no bike anymore. I'm walking towards the bike rack together with my friend Abby to the left of me. For a brief moment our hands touch and we both don't seem to mind walking sort of hand in hand, but not fully committed to really doing so. It's kind of a shy version. I think it's Abby who eventually pulls her hand away.

      I'm standing in front of the bike rack, putting my bike away. Now I'm with Jacintha instead. She asks me if I remember how to say something in Indonesian. I think she asks for 'happy birthday'. She gives a suggestion and I react along the lines of 'what? Noo. It's [...]'. It was something very basic. I then start to tell her about the idea I had of meeting up with the whole Dutch - Indonesian group, but that the guy I talked it over with was too busy (this is pretty accurate from reality). We start walking towards the train station.

      I'm in front of the station now, on my bike. One of my best friends is there. He goes into the station first and I follow on my bike. Once I'm inside I have a big pc on wheels with me and no bike. I think Jacintha has been replaced with my ex girlfriend. My best friend and my ex are talking with an elderly woman who approached them. They are talking about Indonesia. Something about a stop-over in France [I automatically assume Paris] and how France is the stopover place for Asian destinations. The elderly woman says something which I can't recall so well. It has something to do with a girl and that girl wanting to go somewhere to a zoo or something alike at the airport. The woman pulls something out of her wallet to demonstrate. I feel like it should be a paper bill, but it didn't look like money, though I didn't get a good look. I don't remember who, but I told someone about my plans to visit my grandma, because she's going away for a few months. I think I told Abby. I made sure to add 'a few months', to not make it seem like she was dying.


      Fragments
      » Something about my mom..
      » I'm with my girlfriend. I think we're driving around the city on a moped during daytime

      Great fragments
    15. #25: Trees & Trains / Holy mother of knees / WhatsApp distraction

      by , 10-31-2015 at 11:13 AM
      Non-dream
      Non-lucid
      Lucid

      Dream 1: Trees & Trains
      It's during the day. I'm with my girlfriend and we're about to cross a railroad which doesn't have any protective measures. A double-decker train is approaching slowly from our left. It looks like a regular Dutch train; blue and yellow. My girlfriend pulls me back a bit because I was thinking about crossing before the train got here. She says something (can't recall what) which slightly annoys me. We pass the railway, though there are a lot of tracks. I think to our right is a platform. The scenery gives of a grungy vibe, not very neat, slight disorder. There are gonna be some incoming trains, but there are pine trees laying on the tracks, blocking them. They are laying rather neatly, in the same way that a train is on the tracks. Moving them is a matter of pushing them forwards or backwards on the tracks until there's a switch where we can push them to another track. My girlfriend and I are doing this. At one point there is one that we leave laying around for too long and it blocks a train (or 2). It also isn't laid down neatly, but stands up somewhat. Somehow all the pine needles fall off neatly starting from the top. I think we make a run for it at this point.

      Still daytime, I'm standing alone near one of the train tracks. It's like I'm in between scenarios, as I've started cooking, but a different setting hasn't fully materialised yet. I have some meat which I smell to check if it's still good. I'm in doubt. There's also some fatty parts which I remove. I end up forgetting which part is the fat and which part the good meat. I can hear K (my blond female housemate) talking from my left, a bit in the distance. It feels as if there's a door in between us.


      Dream 2: Holy mother of knees!
      I'm with a guy who is supposedly my housemate. We're chilling in his room, which is decorated like a living room. I distinctively recall the colour red. I think it's because of a red couch which appears later on. We're messing with each other a bit. I'm filming him while he delivers a speech of some sort, while standing against a white wall. He's wearing a black jacket and I think a white cap. He's a bit taller than I am. He jokingly punches me or something and I attempt to kick him in the balls. Eventually we're down on the ground and I'm in a low squatting position while he's holding me there. I tell him he needs to let me go, cause my knee can't handle this. He persists. Eventually I start crying and he sees that I'm serious. I think I might've felt my ligament snap. A moment later I'm sitting down on the ground elsewhere in the room. I'm feeling up my knees. In my mind it's the right one which is messed up, while in reality it's left. I can slide my right kneecap all the way to the right side of my knee, leaving a sort of hollow platform where my kneecap is supposed to fit. Holy f! This is not good. I check on my left knee to see what is normal. I can slide it all the way to the left side, same effect. Wtf? I tell my housemate to check it out and if he can do that too. I examine my right knee more closely. Just underneath where my kneecap is supposed to be you can still see 3 or 4 staples from the surgery (I never had staples).

      This is the moment from which I distinctively recall the colour red, though I'm sure it's not only because of the couch. My housemate has about 4 or 5 instruments. Piano, guitar, violin... not sure what else. From a distance I can hear K again. There's a small window with a slit above it through which sound passes rather easily. She is with a guy. She enters the room. It's one of my classmates, one of who I have never dreamed before; BJ (not kidding here). It feels like they aren't just friends, but it's sort of a date.They sit down on the couch, while I look around for a shoelace. When I look down at my shoe I can tell there are supposed to be 3 or 4 different coloured shoelaces in it. I'm missing a red one. I look through a small drawer I believe. In the end I must've found something, cause I sit down on the couch on the far right to tie my shoes. I feel something pushing against me. It's BJ. Because they didn't spread out evenly it's getting very cosy here. I move to another smaller couch. BJ makes a joke about missing out on this opportunity with me. K says something about how it's not comfortable leaning on BJ anymore, cause he's not leaning on me. I tell them that they don't know how to sit comfortably.


      Fragments
      » I'm outside in an urban area, I think a residential neighbourhood. It's dark and there's almost no one on the street. I might be out jogging. A classmate comes by with his dog and they pass me. I don't recognise the guy, but I instinctively know that he's my classmate.

      » I ask someone about the dreads of a distant friend of mine called Q. I'm not sure who I'm asking, I think 1 or 2 girls I know. They tell me it looks ridiculous. Really? They say that she cut off her previous dreads and started anew, but this time she did it herself and blegh.

      » I've entered a building, I believe a university building. Inside are some of my classmates. I can't recall what happened exactly, but it has something to do with our upcoming exam.


      Dream 3: WhatsApp distraction
      I'm at a train station, on the platform talking to a friend (no clue who it is though). We're leaning on the railing. I'm not sure what the conversation is about. I walk towards the tracks and back for a few seconds. On the way back I hear my name coming from my left. It's a former co-worker, who is sitting on a bench reading a newspaper. I greet him from my current position. My friend says it's ok if I go over to talk to him. I'm ok. A few seconds later the co-worker announces he's gotta go back to work. See? Issue resolved. It feels like they've switched places and I'm now talking to the co-worker. He tells me about the time he was supposed to be back at work by 12:00 but wasn't back until 14:30 or something. How?! He tells me it's cause he got distracted by WhatsApp.
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