I was waiting for a train. I had to cross the tracks to get to the right side and buy tickets. The tracks are just on the ground. There's no fence whatsoever. I rode the train. We passed by a "Katipunan" area. It's a gated community. We're supposed to go through it but the wooden gates (made of tree trunks) did not open. We had to go around. It's a challenge because we had to put the tracks while we're moving forward. We also had to put them on large(?) wine glasses. Someone (the driver) pointed out that I was brave to be the first/volunteer. I was like, "Eh?" Then I went to the front anyway. === Notes: - I let my mind wander while I try to be "centered" when I went to sleep. - It took a while before I fell asleep.
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.
Music With no real way of knowing where I am, I know that I'm in Indonesia. It's already somewhat late in the evening. I'm walking around in a mall and feel like it's near closing time. I hurry a bit, because I still want to buy some earplugs. I enter a store that looks like it's an electronics store. I believe the floor consists out of white tiles, which have been polished until they shine. It kinda looks as if there are two entrances behind one another. As if there is a 'pre-shop' to the actual shop. There are two salesmen standing in the 'pre-shop'. All this consists of just a counter. Without me having said anything, one of them asks me if I want to buy earplugs. He just really wants to sell. Because I came here to buy earplugs I go along with it. I look at the counter. There are purple earplugs connected to a black iPhone I believe. I tell the salesman in Indonesian that I want to try those. I put them in and connect them to my own black iPhone. I'm scrolling through my playlist. I want to try these using the song Backseat Freestyle by Kendrick Lamar. I keep looking through the music I have of him, but I can't find this song. Then I decide that it's no problem, as it's just for testing anyway. I play a song and I can hear it being played double. I take out my earplugs. The sound is coming both from the earplugs and the speakers, but it isn't synchronised. How annoying! This is totally inconvenient. If I sit in an angkot [public transport minivan] everyone will hear it. I want to tell this to the salesman, but I'm struggling to find the words in Indonesian. Selling It's daytime and I'm standing somewhere on the street. I'm with a colleague. It's one of my first days as a street sales person. I approach a girl to convince her to become a member of whatever it is I'm standing for. At some point I've convinced her. I put my black bag on the ground and grab 5 pens out of the front pocket with one hand. I present them to her, so she can have her pick of which one she wants to use. There are two green ones which I know are empty already, so I'm hoping slightly that she won't take those. Then I remember that the registration form is still in my bag as well. I grab it out of the main pocket. Train I'm standing in a train, near the end of a carriage. In front of the door to the other carriage is a steel rod on which I decide to sit. It's blocking the way for someone to enter, so I move. I look at my phone to consult the train app for travel information. This new version is bothering the hell out of me. On the left I can choose a time of departure and on the right I can do something similar. Who thought of this? It's totally not convenient! To make matters worse my screen responds erratically to my touches.
Morning of November 4, 2015. Wednesday. I and my wife Zsuzsanna and our children are living at our present home on W Street. However, it is elevated at least to second-storey perspective in the first situation, with our wooden staircase over twice as high and oriented northward (directly from our front door) rather than offset and westward (perpendicular to our front door and at the front of our porch) as in reality. Running parallel and adjacent to our footpath, in fact the railroad tracks seemingly replacing a portion of the street, is some sort of small train station (with the train seemingly running west to east). I eventually see Barry Cowsill (September 14, 1954 – c. August 29, 2005) cheerfully approaching our house, seemingly having gotten off a train that was stopped near where the intersection is in reality. He has a beard and is wearing a hat. I have a sense of positive expectation about this encounter and get an autograph from him. I get a sense that the other Cowsills may soon arrive but not necessarily visit our home. I am not sure why he is on his own presently. Somehow, there is soon a heavy wind blowing; some sort of “super hurricane”, so powerful as to carry large pieces of metal everywhere. I am outside and trying to dodge things like falling garage doors and large pieces of bulldozers and earthmovers as well as sections of warehouses in the region. Although it seems I may be in danger from large falling objects and windblown debris, I do not feel that threatened, though I do try to get out of the way in each case. There are a couple diggers and bulldozers on the streets near our house. I avoid a large sheet of metal falling towards me by ducking under some sort of metal awning sticking out from a parked utility truck or van. It is a very loud metallic sound when it hits the concrete sidewalk (fictional in this case, as the area is grass in reality). A few times, I move out of the way of approaching flying debris. This almost seems like an “automatic” or natural “ability”. Directly after this, I get into a car (which is parked facing south next to our house), into the back seat, where two unfamiliar older boys are sitting - seemingly related to some sort of emergency evacuation of the area - they do not seem like my sons. (This is atypical for me, as I often cannot fit inside cars in dreams if the situation involves getting into one, though in some cases, I am already in a car and there is usually no problem as such.) I am slightly concerned that the car may be crushed and so I get out after a short time, mentioning this to the boys and a couple unknown adults. Although this wind is incredibly powerful, it does not seem to be doing any direct damage to buildings (other than abandoned warehouses) and does not even seem to have much direct force against my movements and walking about. Mostly, this dream was shaped by actual loud metallic noises outside our window at the time; curiously enough, a trailer they were eventually unloading small diggers from after I was awake (which I could not have consciously known, as very similar noises came from temporarily parked car carriers and other random vehicles at times in the past). Apparently, without deliberately trying to sound harsh or judgmental, there are certain people, including certain types of “dream interpreters” who are too short-sighted to understand that some dreams are mostly only shaped (or at least altered during the dream state) by environmental noises (as here) - even though there is also the inexplicable element of somehow knowing during sleep that there was a large trailer with diggers parked outside our house (our windows and curtains were closed). The other association seemed fairly untimely and random. Barry Cowsill actually died during Hurricane Katrina in 2005 (not found until later, thus why the date of passing is not exact). (“On August 29, 2005, Hurricane Katrina hit the city of New Orleans. Cowsill, who chose not to evacuate, weathered the storm in an abandoned warehouse.”) The first segment of my dream may be a play on “being off track” - implying that my dream is soon going to be “altered” (”disturbed”) by environmental noises, which it was. Arguments and fights amongst unknown groups of people outside our window (while we were sleeping) have also influenced, even triggered as a foundation, our dreams at times. I am sure most experienced and genuine dream journalists can easily relate to this (especially those who live in a suburban area as we do).
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.
Non-dream Non-lucid Lucid Dream 1: Golfing big I'm awake in bed. I think i just woke up. I'm sitting up, with a laptop on my lap. I still have a white blanket or pillow drawn over my lap. I have two tabs open in my browser, one of them is fb. I believe the other one is a new tab. My girlfriend is to the left of me, also in the bed. She was asleep, but wakes up now. Because she is still laying down while I'm already sitting up, her head is at my waist level. She puts her head on my lap so that she can see the screen too. The moment she woke up I switched away from fb. I didn't want her to think I'd rather spend time on fb than with her. She wants to play the game. Ok, we can do that. I see it in a full view kinda way, as if we are actually there. It's a weird combination between playing on the laptop and actually being there. It's a sort of golf game. It's on Bali (Nusa Lembongan?). Top-down view of a field of grass, which lacks any detail (just like a crappy game). There's a yellow and an orange or red player. The hole is quite big and you're supposed to guide an airplane, a tank and who knows what else in there by making an arrow that tells it where to go. Apparently this doesn't have to be a straight line, cause I consider making my plane move around a bit before going to the hole in such a way that it will also push a truck in there. At the start of the game there is a slight confusion over who has which colour, because something went wrong in the game. Dream 2: Plane There's two people, one of them is a guy, the other I'm not sure about anymore. I think I'm just a non-present spectator. I feel like the dream was cartoonish, due to a certain drawing style. I can't shake the image of humanoid cartoon mouses, but I don't think that's really what my dream was like. The two are at sea, without a boat or something. A propellor plane is after them. They duck under water for a moment. At some point they are on very small deserted island which is only covered in grass, though I'm not sure when exactly that happened. The plane sends out a message in a Morse code kind of way. The guy does the same thing using a whistle. He is... part of an organisation and has a title. It's sort of like the army, cause he has a rank. He intends to commandeer the plane I believe. Yeah... good luck. I don't recall how that ended Dream 3: Shrimp girl I'm with a guy. Apparently we're friends. Something happened, but I can't recall what. After that we end up in an elevator with partially glass doors so that you can look outside. The rest is made out of metal. I walk in and out a number of times, causing the elevator to stay where it is. When I'm done and ready to go a few people (2 girls and a guy) approach who want to join. I make sure the doors stay open long enough for them to join. The elevator is spacious like a room. One of the girls (I think she's blond, black pants and a red coat, but somehow I'm not certain) is doing something weird on the floor, which is referred to as 'the shrimp'. The guy makes a mention of joining my friend and I to our home. Yeah don't think so. He says it in a joking kind of way, as if he's testing the waters. We're inside the train station in my mom's city. We're walking from the back side to the front. I'm talking with my friend. There was a vote about what we're gonna do or something and I say that I bet he voted for the anime/cartoon of which I can't remember the name, also not in the dream. He laughs and says he did. There are two sets of stairs near the front, both about 5 steps. In response to the shrimp, I wanna do something fun here. Take a short run-up and take off from the 2nd step to dive over the rest of the steps and glide like a penguin. I'm a bit socially conscious about it though, as every few seconds total strangers pass through the station. I don't recall actually doing it. Not sure if it was before or after the last paragraph. I'm walking outside the train station, but it doesn't look the way it should. Much, much more space is dedicated to bicycle racks. I walk over, past a girl with long dark hair and a dark/greyish outfit. I walk back and forth at least once, so I pass her at least twice. The last time I look at her, her hair is covering her face like the girl from The Ring, but not in a creepy way. At some point I start thinking in a way as if the others we met in the elevator are coming home with us. I wonder how far I could go with shrimp girl. I wouldn't do anything of course, since I have a girlfriend. But I wonder what could happen, as in how attractive am I to her. Again not sure when this happened. I'm walking towards and then past a train. The train is yellow and has a black text written on it. I forgot the exact phrasing, but it was in Dutch and basically said you are allowed to eat in that wagon. I start to think: aren't you always allowed to eat? I look through the windows as I walk past the train and see people sitting with small tables with food on it. Right before I walk past the wagon I start to think about my ex girlfriend, though I don't remember exactly what I was thinking of. Dream 4: Zombie apocalypse The zombie apocalypse has occurred. I'm rather calm, as if the situation isn't completely new. My cousin, my little brother and I need to get away from here. We're just outside of a house, no clue where specifically. I tell my little brother he needs to get his sleeping bag. We may also need another bicycle, so that we all have one. I ask my cousin for an item, but I find something better: a rope. A blue one. My cousin (and little brother perhaps) isn't too excited about the prospect of staying in the woods. Well suck it up, I'm thinking about our survival. Using the rope we can put our hammocks/sleeping bags in the air by tying them to trees. This way the zombies can't reach us. We can set up a perimeter by putting up a string with tin cans on them, so it will rattle if something passes. We can use thumbtacks to pin the string to trees to prevent slack. We need to make sure it's at the right height too. Too low and the cans hit the ground and won't rattle. Too high and things might crawl under it.
Non-dream Non-lucid Lucid Dream 1: Tiny captives A girl (my gf?) and I are tiny creatures held captive by a regular sized person I believe. We think he's a real asshole. He keeps us in what looks like a sort of small fridge. We meet another small creature there. We plan our escape. The girl and I go first. I cup my hands and am holding an orange gooyie liquid. Part of our escape. The guy that's keeping us captive (not sure but I think a white guy with a stubble beard and black nerdy plastic glasses) looks at me. I stay still for a moment. He ignores me. Ok on to the next room. We can't manage to continue there. I have to accomplish something on a macbook, but I'm fighting to correctly size the window. In the mean time the guy notices our escape. We have written a letter or something alike on the macbook, which needs to be finished. Remotely, the guy deletes a portion of the 2 page document. I delete a portion of him, hampering his attempt to catch us. Why do we always have bad luck. I open my black backpack. It's filled with a clear block of ice. Not a neatly cut one, but more natural. There are also 2 or 3 pairs of shoes in there. Ours and the basterd. Lets keep those and sell them. Or give them to a homeless person and make a picture. Dream 2: Taekwondo I have taught a girl some taekwondo moves. I specifically recall teaching her about backside and frontside kicks. At the end, she has a match. She doesn't implement my techniques perfectly, but it's not bad. Not black belt material though. Her moves have in actuality not that much to do with taekwondo Dream 3: Dreadful dreads I'm with a guy who is having a look at my dreads. He tells me that the person who does my dreads has messed them up real bad. It looks horrible. He tells me I should be selective in who I allow to do my dreads. I tell him I looked for the best back in Indonesia and that my friend recommended that person. He retouches a few dreads at the front, to show me what he can do. Ideally he'd cut them off and start over. He tells me to let him know if I wanna continue with him. We're on the bus. He walks to the front to exit. It's only now that I really have a look at him. A dark skinned guy (reminds me of Alfredo from the serie Elementary) with dreads that are very long, but he's got them in a bundle with a hairtie. My girlfriend is next to me. I tell her I should go to a lot of different guys to ask them to demonstrate their skills. In the end: free dreads! Fragment » I'm at a trainstation with my girlfriend. Not sure where we're going. The system is unlike any I've ever seen. I have to make sure we take the right train. Normally I don't analyse my dreams that much, but the dreads and the train seem connected to me. As in having to make a choice about what to do with them. I've been doubting about what to do with them for a while now. » The setting looks a bit Indonesian. It's daytime and I'm not taking part, I'm just witnessing this as if I'm watching tv. A brown skinned, muscular young guy surprises a bit of an older woman by giving her a hug from behind. This is his preschool and he's come by for a visit, or he ended up here by accident. Dream 4: Contacts I'm going through my phone, through my contact list. I'm surprised to see that I have the number of a girl I met in Indonesia, who I didn't talk to that much. I look at her (Whatsapp?) picture. She is wearing skates. It feels like the picture expands 1 or 2 times or changes a bit to give me more info. There's a low wall next to her, with a rail. She grinded the rail and just landed. That's why she is in this weird position so low to the ground. A girl who I don't recognise makes fun of me for looking at the picture. I continue. There's the name of a girl I went out with once. Holy shit she looks amazing. She has a thin black.. Shirt, top? Upperbody covering fabric, let's keep it at that. She's sitting on I think a barstool, holding her hands above her head. It causes her boobs to have a weird shape, cause she is not wearing a bra. But holy shit are they big!
I've had a lot of lucids, semi-lucids, etc. lately, and I'm so bad at recording them. I even forget some of them. When I first started practicing, I would have said that's crazy talk, but it's like remembering stuff from your day to day life. After you live enough days, the details of what happened during each one get hazy. I'll record the one from last night, though. In this particular one, I realized I was dreaming while I was waiting for a train on an elevated train platform that doesn't exist along that particular rail line. It was dark and stormy at the time, just generally nasty weather, and it was extremely late (like 4 a.m. late/early) and I was thinking about how tired I was going to be... then I realized that this train platform doesn't exist, and I don't work at the job I was thinking about any more. The weather immediately switched to daylight/dusk. I hopped off of the platform into the air and flew along the train tracks, exploring this new and different rail line. I ran my hands along the metal, along the weeds as I skimmed the ground, focused on the feeling of wind, so I could maintain my thread of awareness. I flew down into a neighborhood I wanted to explore and found some apartments where there would normally be a metalworking shop. I decided to explore the inside. Inside of the apartment, the walls were sort of orange... everything was decorated like a grandmother might decorate. Sitting at the kitchen table sipping a cup of tea was a bipedal talking white tiger in a grey-brown trench coat and fedora. He was extremely tall, and he carried himself and spoke with a great deal of dignity. I decided to see where this was going and told the "detective" that I needed help finding my missing cousin. He was reluctant at first and basically said that he wasn't interested in helping. I was trying to talk him into helping me when my alarm clock went off. I'll probably run into Mr. Tiger Detective again at some point. Some characters pop up more than once, and he seems like one who will.
I had a few dreams before all of these, but stupid me lacked the energy to write them down as I woke up and fell asleep again. I believe they may have been variations on a theme that follow on into the dreams below. Dream 1: The Dictator's Wife The sun is setting, I see trees, I'm outside a summerhouse kind of place. I open a fridge, I see bottles of health drinks. I take one. A car pulls up, it's big like a camper. Out comes a dictator, pompous and wearing an elaborate uniform, he reminds me of Gaddafi. He is with his wife, she is a blonde, white woman with huge hair and a skirt, a jacket with padded shoulders, she is like a televangelist's wife in appearance. She is very vain and stuck up. Her face is painted on the doors of their car and on walls inside the camper. It looks like her husband was a bit cheap when it came to the painter because despite being able to make out the pictures are of her, they look like they were painted by a child. This doesn't seem to bother her. Dream 2: Dangers of Fast Food It's like I'm on a train, her face is on the walls here too? I get out, I'm in a newly built, modern town, I see modern looking apartments. The sun is rising, the sky is a faint and gentle morning blue. As I walk I'm suddenly faced with a documentary style explanation, with stock footage and all, of why fast food is dangerous and bad for you. It is full of fat and even the healthier options, like a fillet-o-fish, are full of bad stuff, I see one in in a wrapper like an ad, except it is dripping with vile grease. I make it to a parking garage with a McDonald's drive-thru. Two men, one older and one younger, from El Salvador, walk to the drive-thru. They do not know the dangers, and even being told them doesn't seem to have an effect. It smells too good, the older man says. It cuts to them lying on the ground, their backs against a bulletin board, stomachs bloated, they couldn't help themselves. The president of El Salvador comes across a grassy lawn, he has come to help his countrymen to understand the dangers and to help them get up. The older man gets up, telling the younger one to be sharp, this is the president after all. I see a train with a conductor. He is going up the civil service ladder. More documentary footage rolls before me, showing how the civil service works and how people go up from the lowly ranks of ticket checkers to conductors all the way to officials in government. Conductors in the first car are the most prestigious and get the best benefits because they are in more danger if a car full of explosives drives head-on into the train. To my left I see a burnt out train car, the tracks in front of me being where the scene has faded into reality, a train passing by with a conductor being visible. Behind me there is a hospital room. I enter it and there are green tiles on the walls, curtains. A child has been brought in. He has diabetes. His vain mom refuses to believe he could have it. Another, poorer and more humble mother, is also with her child with diabetes. She accepts the news gracefully. A creepy kid in big coke-bottle glasses distorting his eyes, slowly puts a syringe of insulin into the richer kid's neck. Dream 3: Doing my homework It's a hectic day in class. People are being noisy and belligerent. In class on desk we are given homework for the holidays. As people leave I decide to do it right there, it won't take too long. We have to copy an ad from a piece of paper onto the back of a newspaper. It's for some find of mech or ghost thing. (Imagery is from Ghost in the Shell). I copy the green fonts on the newspaper's black background, the letters look like gibberish, but it could just be the font. As I do this an Asian kid, one of the "too cool for school" kinds, asks me why I'm doing the homework now, it takes only a few minutes and can be done the Sunday before school starts again. I say I rather do it now so it's out of the way. A teacher with a new haircut comes and asks me if I know how to make electrical drawings for houses. He shows me a picture of the electrical wiring of a house, it's a square and the right upper and left lower corner is clipped off. I try to ensure him that I can.
Dream 1:ish I'm walking in someone's backyard in a garden along a stone path. It's a party run by Bill Cosby. As I walk down the path made of individual stepping stones I feel that they are very hot and have to walk briskly so I don't burn the soles of my feet. In an old villa, there is an exhibit on show that describes the haunted history of the place. I see old grey pictures on displays, a door is presented as a part of a haunted house, it's white and sepia from dirt. Getting too close to it is not a good idea. Dream 2 I'm in a house on the second floor. Train tracks run through the house, the far wall is almost gone and I can see the cool blue summer sky at night. I run to put something onto the tracks and as I do I see a train rumbling down. I try to place the object (a ceramic key, perhaps?) so it stays on the rail and then run for it. The train swooshes by crushing the object. I do this again with another object as well. It's rewarding and therapeutic. I'm with an older guy, like a dad. He looks like Jefferson D'Arcy from Married with Children. This is his kids room. I see Marcy D'Arcy as well. As they leave the son, a kid who's like 14, hands me a bong and wants to play video games. I reluctantly carry the bong around as he gathers some games to play. I leave the bong on the floor as I gather some stuff on the ground. I follow the kid down to his room that's now to the right. His parent's come back and as they enter the room from the hallway the kid asks me about the bong. I realize that I left it on the floor in the other room. I try to walk out past the parents and to the bong. I pick it up and try to hide it by carrying it behind me at an angle. The parents come and ask me why I'm standing so oddly. Defeated I show them the bong. They are shocked and I immediately take the blame, saying that it's mine. I don't want the young kid to get in trouble and it's my fault they saw it as I left it so carelessly. I tell them I'm about to throw it out as I don't do that stuff anymore. I plan to go outside and hide it so the kid can pick it up later. The dad follows me and offers to show me a place I can throw it out. I insist that I don't need any help and I find it really annoying that he is following me so very closely to ensure that the bong gets thrown out. I walk somewhere toward the kid's room and now it's dark and shadowing and jazz musicians are playing in the back-lit shadows. Dream 3 Phasing straight from the previous dream, I'm outside in a concrete city suburb. Large daunting concrete apartments rise from around, a few trees in concrete planters. I walk up to a skate park, I see concrete skate ramps covered in tags. Can I put mine there somewhere? There's no good places, I lack the courage anyhow. Dream 4 I'm walking down a gravel path down the forest by my house. It's a very sunny autumn day. I find a place by the rocks to crouch and drink a beer. (???) I'm supposed to meet a woman soon, I'm somehow Skyping with her. She is a hardcore, tough as nails kind of person that reminds me of a friend of mine. I walk down the path and see ice slicks in the yards. I walk down one, it's the yard of an old woman, she has a little frozen gnome statue. I slip and fall on the ice.
Non-dream Non-lucid Lucid Went to bed at maybe 12:15, then fiddled around trying to find an alarm app for DEILD until I found a pretty decent one that you could change the length of the alarm and set it to turn off by itself. Then I proceeded to lie in bed waiting for sleepdom for roughly 3 hours. I fell asleep somewhere between 3-4 and woke up at 6:50ish. I then couldn't get back to sleep until 8ish and woke up at 9:10 I think. I had planned to get up earlier so I could actually fix my sleeping issue, since waking up earlier helps me sleep. I was too tired to wake up any earlier and my friend came over knocking his fist on my door so I couldn't go back to sleep anyways . My insomnia might be getting worse because of the approaching summer and intense heat we've had lately, along with the shorter nights (sun sets earlier and rises earlier). Dream - Spec ops I seem to be hopping from train to train at different points in the dream. Towards the end I was on a train with another guy, the trains weren't even really trains now that I think about it. It looked like a bullet train that was squashed dorso-ventrally, there were two seats which you had to lie down on your stomach to be in. I think I was some kind of spec ops unit operating on infiltrating something. The guy next to me was the actual driver of the train and he got a call from his boss and they said some name for the location which I forgot... Started with a 'P' and 'ong' in the name. I try to explain to the other that we're in a predicament, I show him there electronic dog tags that have the name on it and a little bit of history. They're some kind of organization that was going to kill us once they got the delivery to leave no witnesses. We arrive at the location (I think we went through some sort of train tunnel), which is in a desert looking area. We go 'inside' the train, and sit in the cockpit seats, it looks exactly likely the inside of a safari kind of jeep. In fact, it's almost like the whole vehicle turned into a safari jeep. I tell the other guy to leave the talking to me and step outside to talk to the an approaching man. He's wearing military gear with a rifle strapped around his shoulder. I try to act natural because I'm not actually supposed to be here. I kind of wake up after this in a haze and start becoming more conscious of the dream floating around in my head, thinking of different strategies to deal with the situation until I realize that I'm awake.
Morning of September 27, 2015. Sunday. I am walking around in the dark in an unusual version of our old apartment on Duffy Street, the layout of which seems doubled somehow. I hear Zsuzsanna saying something about some sort of noise and I am not sure what is going on. My awareness of my walking in the dark is quite vivid and accurate. Eventually however, I reach a door, which seems to be the back door from the garage area that goes out into the shared courtyard. When I go out, I note nothing unexpected (even though it is completely fictional). There is a miniature railway running through the courtyard, adjacent to the back of our apartment building. Behind the other apartment is an older male (of perhaps about sixty) on a miniature locomotive. I recognize that there is a miniature locomotive on my side parked farther back on the small railroad tracks on our side (though I have no memory of having used it recently). There are also a few items around it, possibly chairs and a container of some sort. There are two sets of tracks running parallel behind our area, becoming one between our apartment and the unknown male’s, with the outermost track arcing towards our building and joining his one track. Thus, when he rides the locomotive towards our area, he turns onto the other track rather than being close to the back of our apartment, but still goes into our part of the courtyard. It is quite vivid and interesting and again, it does not come to mind that this is a completely fictional setup. My wife Zsuzsanna and our youngest son come out from our back door to see what is going on. The man seems to be in the process of moving a large box or something to the other side of the building just past our side, where apparently the street runs perpendicular to the edge of the tracks (and where the tracks just stop or are truncated). It may be very early in the morning before sunrise, or still fairly late at night. There is enough light to see all the interesting detail, I assume from street lights and lights that shine into the courtyard from the back of the building. The male on the locomotive seems to be coordinating an effort with a younger male (of about thirty at the most) on the street to our left, to move at least one large box that was apparently put near the outer track earlier. The younger male is straddling a miniature Formula One racing car and sort of going back and forth (backwards and forwards) along the street without turning, seemingly on foot power alone (though the car is possibly also moving with a motor of some kind). He seems to be doing this due to other traffic on the street now and then, to narrowly avoid being hit by the normal cars. Unfortunately, he seems to somehow get blocked off at one point (from normal cars in both directions, I think) as we are watching and somehow gets knocked backwards off his toy Formula One car and pulled away in the other direction (possibly from something sticking out the side of the bed of a passing pickup truck), somehow causing his left foot (which is somehow torn off near the bottom of the car) to remain near the car, shoe and all, as he screams in surprise and ends up lying on his back (being dragged a short distance) in the opposite direction of our apartment. There is blood, but not a lot. I push my youngest son back towards the back door as he starts to move more out towards the courtyard, as I do not want him to see the bizarre accident. Zsuzsanna holds his shoulders so he does not run off. I get the impression that the younger male could have turned off to the right into the courtyard, but that the box they were going to move was in the way. People who believe in “dream interpretation” in the way the term is often used seem to wholly lack the understanding of biologically premonitory hypnopompia, which I have experienced once or twice, every day, for over fifty years, though I still find the thousands of unique resultant dreams as fascinating. In this case, my dream transitioned to align with a spontaneous jab in my ankle to “explain”, by irrelevant fiction, what the “cause” was, projecting it onto a different dream character. Such physical effects are involuntary and based on unconscious dynamics and to assign “interpretation” is pointless. This is unfortunate, because some dreams also have incredible levels of prescience. For example, I married my “dream girl” over a lifetime of very specific clues about her, including everything from her birthplace to her birthday to her name and exact appearance, even the unlikely mixed Hungarian and Australian accent. What is not literal prescience is more likely to be restricted to the dynamics of dreaming and waking, not that hard to grasp in my experience. The train for example, represents the emergent consciousness, and the pattern of increasing neural activity in the waking stage. What is even more obvious is the link to the pickup truck bed as being part of the accident scene, and the play on “bed”, as my foot being near the end of our bed as I am sleeping.
The light rail car speeds across the desert, its tracks raised high into the air. An attack helicopter closes on us, and the tension of the people within the car is palpable. The train is carrying civilians, and we don't have any way to fight back. The wind whips at me as I stand at the open door, the grounday speeding past far below. What's the worst that could happen? I think, This is only a dream. I jump. I reach out and grab onto the landing skids of the helicopter, grinning wildly. (Later, I'm Harry Potter taking on an army of conventional weaponry.)
Updated 09-09-2015 at 09:40 PM by 31096
Black: non-dream Blue: non-lucid Red: lucid Dream - beach with turtles I think I flew into town on a plane, but it became a train at some point.. I'm on the beach now and I hop off of the train. The sand is wet and stretches far with the suns orange sunset glow giving it a nice sheen at the right angle. I see the train turning to leave but I'm not ready to go with it, it disappears and I continue on with walking around. There's a little pond of water in the sand and I spot a couple turtles in it, they're just chilling out. I think I circle round and find another hole that has turtle eggs. They're pretty big and look so delicate, they have this lime green spider web pattern over them which looked cool. I continue walking again and come to another hole, this time I realize that it's not habitable for turtles due to the giant centipedes in there, I decide to kill them via cutting them in half with something(?).
Non-lucid Really long nap wow 12:30PM-2PM I'm at a train station with Becca, Jarred, Agassi, my father's side, not including my grandparents, and Jessie, Jeronimo, and Layla. They're all following Becca, Jarred, Agassi and I. We accidentally get on the wrong train, then get off at the first stop to switch back. "Oh my God Alex, I can't believe you got us lost!" Jessie says jokingly, with a big grin. Rayanna sits on the side of the platform. I gasp, and say "No no no! Don't sit there!" Her mother does too, and she finally leaves the edge. Brandon starts climbing all over things like he's a bored child. Aunt T comes over and says, "Alex, you think everyone looks the same!" "I do not!" Brandon and Rayanna both come stand beside her and talk to AJ, who is now beside me (but wasn't with us before). I start looking at my cousins profiles, how their faces are so different. Rayanna has a hooked nose (she doesn't in real life). "See, I can see how they're different!" My aunt just shakes her head like she doesn't believe me. I faintly hear the train coming down the tunnel to greet us. Then, I wake up.
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