Just a bit of scenery: I was flying through a forest by a river, with a road running through it. A few of the trees had formed something like natural nests in the places where their trunks divided: wide platforms ringed with thick branches and covered with moss, out of sight of the road and with a good view of the river. They looked like they'd make a nice place to rest, but I was in too much of a hurry to stop.
1. I dream that I am in a grocery store, and that part of the grocery store is a bar. There's a girl in a cutoff shirt, or something. I pay for my groceries and park my cart outside the bar. The bar's very dark - the walls and floor have been painted black. I have a beer and buy a 6 pack of cider. When I return to the cart, someone has stolen half of my loaf of bread, and 6 eggs out of my egg carton. I complain to management and show them, and ask if they will reimburse me for the bread and eggs. 2. I dream I am in the attic of an old house. I've broken in. There's a lot of old stuff stored in here, some of it mine... how my stuff ended up in here, I don't know. Some friends and I have packed it into boxes. The attic is filling with water, and I'm moving through thigh deep water trying to sort through these boxes. We hear people in the house below. I get worried that they will discover us, so I start trying to put the boxes away neatly so they don't realize that their attic is full of someone else's things. I'm also worried they'll notice the water pouring down from their ceiling, since it's draining but I don't know where it went. Another friend gets on a cot that's built against the wall and starts talking about how in his college dorm, it was so tiny that he had to pull his knees up any time someone opened the closet. We decide the coast is clear and start handing boxes to someone on a ladder outside the door. From there, it's easy to go down the ladder and through a hole in the fence into my own yard. The boxes have some of the homeowners' stuff as well... I plan on selling it at a yard sale. My house is an old white two story. It's about a hundred years old, and there's nothing particularly special about the house itself. The yard is full of trees; one is much older than the house, and towers above it. It is an old oak tree. My grandpa is there now, and he is talking about how everyone cuts down their trees, and everyone's yard looks the same, and it's bland and sterile. I look at the yards of the other houses on the street (somehow they are bland-looking mansions) and see that they are all treeless and perfectly manicured. I flop down on my side and roll down the hill, and my brother (who is suddenly there) does the same thing, while our mother walks behind us. When I look up the hill, the contrast between my yard and the rest of the yards is striking. The trees rise above my house, and their branches weave in and out of each other. My grandfather comments that having so many trees in the yard is pleasant and adds character to the house. I pat the perfectly mowed, perfectly green grass at the bottom of the hill and tell him that the rest of the neighborhood seems very sterile in comparison. I wake up briefly and then go back to sleep, and the dream resumes, although it has lost some vividness. I continue from the bottom of the hill into a neighborhood beyond the bottom of the hill. I walk along a sidewalk. It is bright and sunny outside, and probably June or July. There are some preteen girls standing in a yard, chatting, and a little boy in a red striped shirt on a big wheel. This neighborhood is also quite uniform - suburban America, at its most mediocre. The vividness is returning. I realize I am dreaming and try to push through into full lucidity, but the dream is still too thin and everything goes black, and I wake up.
Original journal entry dated Dec. 15th, 2002: First I had a dream that I lived in this weird old house and there were two trees in the back yard - a pine and a birch. I decided they weren't enough because we needed a good shade-tree and planned on planting on oak or an ash, but the hole I dug was way too big. I also ran a boating company with my uncle, but in my dream my uncle was some big fat redneck (none of my uncles are fat). this one guy wanted to rent a boat but he was half-blind and stupid and drove his car into the hole I dug for the tree. Then I went to get him a boat. But the boats weren't in a real river, they were in a fake one where we could control the currents with switches and stuff, but I messed up and hit the wrong switches. I could also, incidentally, breathe underwater, so I did a lot of lever pulling and such in these complex underwater tunnels beneath the river. Then I went inside to watch TV, creating a nice seque between dreams... ... in this dream I was watching the news when all of the sudden the picture started to change. The guys from "Megatokyo" had decided to interrupt the feed from the news network and take over the TV channel. They managed to keep it up for about 3 hours before the channel wrested control of the channel back. In the meantime I was very entertained by their antics.
Original entry dated July 12, 2002: I was on a campus and it had really big buildings, only they were built in trees. And there were obviously lots of stairs involved. I had a chemistry lab class in one of these buildings, but just outside the door to my classroom was an arcade, and I wanted very badly to buy some nachos because I was hungry, only I was afraid the teacher would return while I was waiting in line and then I'd get in trouble. And then I went home, and for some reason Lucy and Ricky Ricardo were our next door neighbors, and there was a convention going on where they were showing all sorts of different movies, because it was the big debut of some much-anticipated anime, only I missed almost all of them because I was asleep or in class. Then something kept biting me while I was in bed (in my dream) and leaving huge welts and nasty scars, so my aunt and I searched my bedding and found a fuzzy grey worm that she said was a "ragamuffin" and was responsible for my wounds. It was about an inch long and grey with darker grey stripes, and it had a face like a raccoon. Original journal entry dated July 13, 2002: I had a dream that kittens were hanging from little cocoons on the wall, staring at me and buzzing. Kittens were on the wall, all across the wall, like spiders, with sticky feet, in little cocoons, just staring at me. Just STARING. They wouldn't stop. It made me so nervous, being watched like this. Watched like a bug, and I just KNOW they're planning something, because they're actually devious little spawns of Satan, and that their heads would explode.
10/25* planning some event with wifes family and they're saying no guns allowed at the event we don't want people poking into each other with their guns. Odd! And then some Latin phrase that seems to have 3 words and one of the words seems to indicate Chinese as in nationality. After getting up to go to the bathroom my plan is only to go straight back to sleep maybe put a few quick thoughts in my head...it's a work night. I don't get right back to sleep so I decide I might as well get up and do a quick WBTB. When I lay back down I do my variation on the SSILD cycles. Eventually start to doze off and regain full awareness with strong vibrations and I can feel that they are strong enough to transition so I start thinking about the scene I would like to try to come into. At first I think a nice green meadow but then I remember my goal to fly up into space and look back down at the earth so I decide nighttime scene might be better so I can look up at the night sky. I end up in a fuzzy nighttime scene with lots of trees around odd looking trees. I start to detect my congestion from waking life and start to feel like I'm having trouble breathing or swallowing and it seems like I wake up and then re-enter the dream without any lucidity!! How?? The congestion took breathing/swallowing took me that far off course? I examine the trees and start to wonder why they are intertwined the way they are. It seems as if someone is wrapping something like vines or reeds together intertwining them so they grow together that way. A DC tells me its the same material they use for those dividers like a much thinner version of bamboo. There are also these large chalky deposits that come up out of the ground several stories tall and it seems like the deposit is something that would be mined. I wake up and realize I lost an opportunity. At this point I just want to sleep, I roll over and go to sleep and remember some fragment about having to choose between two different items.
A teenage girl with long red hair is standing in a field at the foot of a mountain. The image changes to show her standing in this same field when she was younger, standing under a tree while her father spoke to her with his hands on her shoulders, while the rest of the family walked away into the woods and left her there. She was known as something like a witch. She shouts after her family not to leave her, and when she tries to calm herself down some sympathetic man - also present in the scenes where she's a teenager - tells her no, go ahead and shout that if it's what you feel, call what you see, refuse to be quiet, make it your power. She's older now, and as a disembodied observer I'm watching her walk across that field towards the mountain, watching her from behind and I'm struck by the vivid colors of her now compared to when she was younger - the red hair in a thick braid now and down to her legs, the vivid blue skirts. She's walking past a wooden house with something going on in the woods on her mind, something urgent, possibly dangerous, her thoughts feel very determined and she's intercepting a group of people walking across the field towards that house - I think of them as the Freyhella (name taken from Wraeththu, but the resemblance stops at the name). As she walks towards them she takes a knife and cuts off her hair, right to the scalp. "With shorn hair," she says to them, the first words of a ritualized phrase, citing her right to be heard as one of them, as their neighbor, and as a 'witness' - a reference to whatever it is that's going on in the woods that she was thinking about earlier, and that she needs their recognition for. She ends by saying "Turn, and you can't yield to this," and she gets this hard expression I fall in love with. (Woke up. Back to sleep.) Her again, in the woods, walking a path around some people at a distance far enough that she won't be seen, forming a protective symbol around them. I'm walking along a road and find a dog walking around on its own, separated from its owner. I read the owner's name on the collar, and I bring the dog back into town with me, ask around after the owner and almost immediately find her apartment building. I ring the buzzer and ask her to come down. When she comes down, she gives me some water to carry. The plotline's changed: there's no dog, we're going somewhere together, two distinct groups traveling together, I'm in one group, she's in the other. I can feel the added weight of the water in my backpack and am annoyed at having to carry more than I'd originally packed. Some of the people in the other group stop to get some water from a stream, and most of the people in my group find this disgusting. My IRL sister L., with my group, says there's nothing wrong with it, running water is clean; the rest of us disagree with her, saying that's not exactly wrong but not exactly true either, and then saying that it's a matter of belief. IRL sister S. says that's why she and her friends have agreed to stop believing in anything, it affects too much.
3rd person, Rumpelstiltskin visiting Belle in a dream, he's smiling and she's saying, "I know you, don't I?" She doesn't remember him, and when she wakes up from these dreams she usually doesn't remember dreaming them; even when she does, she believes he's just an imaginary character in her dream. She wakes up, and for him that dream had been like taking a break; now it's back to business. He's creating a dream to send to someone else, a red-haired man; he creates it by narrating it out loud as he walks through the woods, following an image of Bae which is part of his own dream. Rumpelstiltskin can't enter the waking world himself right now, so he needs this man to act as a go-between for him; he doesn't bother meeting the man in his dreams directly, he just creates dreams in advance and leaves them behind as messages. Right now, Rumpelstiltskin's not happy with the go-between, he's screwed up one of the previous instructions, so he's making sure this dream will make him wake up crying. As he's narrating the dream and following Bae through the trees, I start hearing music, with the lyrics "After you forget."
A newly-made vampire is sitting in a car parked in a garage early in the morning, and is refusing to get out of the car because he's afraid of the patches of sunlight in the garage, he's sure he won't be able to avoid touching them. He's a full-grown man, blonde, bearded, looks Scandinavian in ancestry. The driver, his maker, a dark-haired woman, is calling him a big baby and telling him he'll just have to take his chances. (Woke up. Back to sleep.) IRL friend S. is working with a theater company connected to a shop, which stocks videos of their shows although those videos are out of the way and most customers don't realize the shop and the theater company are connected. They're talking about having to close down (not sure if this refers to the theater company or the shop or both). A traveling woman reporter is commenting on some serial killer with an MO related to books, and observing that his trail coincidentally matches up with her travel patterns, she's joking about being suspected herself. A man and his daughter in a forest, the man had some oath with a bird, representative of the forest, and now there's a deer leg wrapped in parcel paper lying on the ground by their camp, violating that oath. He didn't kill or butcher the deer, that was someone else, but the parcel paper was his, borrowed, and this is going to lead to misunderstanding and enmity between him and the bird. The man and his daughter are leaving, she's objecting because it's not their fault but he insists that they don't argue, just go. I'm in my IRL mother's home, and ranting to her about that previous scene, which is now thought of as a Bible story. I'm opposed to its message - the final moral and point of the story is different, but this scene here, designating man as something separate from nature, is something I'm deeply frustrated by and I don't care that it's not the focus, I consider it irresponsible storytelling. My mother's deeply religious Christian IRL neighbor is visiting her with his two sons (the neighbor does have two sons IRL, but these two DCs bear no resemblance to them). Although he's not offended, he says that I should focus on the main message of the story instead. I had no intention of starting a religious debate and am happy to let the subject drop. His youngest son, on the other hand, has gotten angry and wants to prove the point to me. I find fanaticism attractive on him. I'm aware he's both attracted to and deeply uncomfortable with me, thoughts about queer issues and gender issues on my mind. He comes to the window where I've been standing and lifts a rock outside and throws it into a tree. (With his mind, apparently - there was some awareness that this was dream logic, and that if we'd been outside he would have just used his hands.) The conversation moves on to safer topics but I pull him aside, ask him what that was meant to prove. We go outside so he can finish making his point. He leads me over to his father's yard and shows me a hedge covered in red berries concealing a small tunnel leading underground. He seems afraid, but he says he's determined to make me a believer. He's so worked up about this I don't have the heart to tell him I'm already a believer, just not his variety of believer - this isn't the atheism-vs-theism debate he thinks it is - but that's all right. I'm still thinking about queer/gender issues when I get into the tunnel ahead of him. In the tunnel, I'm a girl (who, in the dream, I thought of as resembling the oldest Narnia girl - she doesn't particularly, but this scene reminds me of 80's fantasy movies in general) crawling on my hands and knees, while the boy with me is sitting on the grass outside, worrying. The dream 'camera' briefly switches to 3rd person, allowing me to see the boy, myself, and just around a bend in the tunnel, a door, open just a crack, showing a dimly lit room with a woman dancing inside, the Queen, and it's the inhumanly beautiful Queen I want to get a glimpse of, although the boy is convinced this is a bad idea. Back to 1st person, I reach the door, peer through and see an image as if the dream 'camera' has zoomed in, focused on the Queen's lips painted so dark they're nearly black, her throat, her decolletage, and an awareness of ornaments of frozen drops of water or tears, telling myself I must remember every detail of this. There's either a false awakening or a partial-awakening where I'm lying in bed 'recording' this dream, only to realize that I'm not physically writing anything, after which I actually did wake up and 'continue' writing right where I'd 'left off', the part where the boy threw the rock.
Updated 09-21-2013 at 10:22 PM by 64691
A few nights ago I had my most memorable and successful LD to date. I used a WBTB and WILD Method with a mix of reality checks and talking to myself with the LD to solidify a very stable LD environment. This is a first for me. Time at approx 04.00am and checked the time again after at 04.38 my estimate is that it lasted around 15-20mins. I accomplished two of my three of my short term goals and had a lot of fun along the way. However at the end of the dream it took a rather unexpected turn. Setting: Laying on the couch listening to the Last DV's podcast that very evening, was especially motivated. Once again i can hear the sound of rain and wind outside (this could be trigger for me) As I closed my eyes HI was much more vivid than I can ever remember. I am still awake and appearing in my minds eye some items of clothing hanging together in a bunch, different colours and textures and scruffily placed on a hanger. All of a sudden, snap its solid, really there, fantastic clarity, textures and patterns extremely vivid. Now I realise I'm in. I think to myself I'm here, I should be able to change these old clothes to something else. I imagined the bunch of clothing becoming a tree, and sure enough they started morphing, growing leaves and shoots, budding and getting larger completely covering the clothes until it was a fully grown bush, it wasn't a tree but to see it change and grow In front of my eyes because I had willed it was magical, very emotional even. I decided to fly and jumped straight up, but only managed a kind of slow float, I kicked my legs as though swimming to travel up and as I did, water started pouring all around me, I reached to cover my nose ( At this point the dream became more stable than usual) and doing so reminded me to do a reality check. With water all around and me floating up I did the nose pinch and breathed in. I'm in a city scene shopping area at night, a widened pedestrian area somewhat rundown. The air is humid and wet, a pleasant night after a downpour, warm, and a smell of fresh rain on the roads. Neon signs and old posters hung in the shop fronts and many people where wandering around. At this point I talked to myself 'this is a dream, why don't you look around' I didn't think it, I actually said it out loud to myself in the dream and I felt this really anchored me in there. I used 'out loud' talking to myself more throughout the dream to maintain it. I also heard voices of people I knew from waking life and at one point my 4 year old popped in there and I actually saw him float on by. Last months 'task of the month popped in my head and i went into a store, a tall thin gentleman with black skin and short black hair was talking with another I couldn't see, I interrupted him, apologised for the intrusion and asked him excitedly 'what is the meaning of life' he opened his mouth to speak and as he did I got a sinking vacuum pulling dizzy sensation feeling in my chest and I was outside again. ( it's possible the LD destabilised through excitement) Some floating around a shopping mall now which was also an event venue, a sports competition was taking place but it was also a gaming convention, I spoke to a DC who told me a way to get a BETA key for a game I am waiting for. Outside again now and interacting with the DC's I would ask I young guy to look at a symbol on his tracksuit, I'd ask him 'what is it' , he said an Adidas sign, I told him to look again as it changed in front of his eyes, he looked confused and didn't say anything. I did the same thing with DC's and large digital clocks that I saw hanging in the shop fronts, asked DC's the time and then watched with them the numbers morph to something intelligible. ...I'm now in a small room, standing at the open doorway, there is a large wooden table in the middle and a woman is standing to the right of it. She is very out of context in my dream if i can explain it that way and i sensed different in some way to all the other DC's . I also knew her very well (within the dream) She has long red hair and is wearing a headband of vine and flower. She has on a long green, what I would describe as medieval dress, the embroidery and detail on it was amazing, it looked like a costume but was so well made and the fabric too was different in someway not modern perhaps. I went over to her and picked her up in my arms and we walked out the door...
Chase. We are being chased in an unknown place. A squatters area in an Asian city. I separated from the rest and thought I lost them. I came upon a playground surrounded sparsely by trees. I hid on the slide. A kid saw me. From nearby, I saw one of our pursuers, a guy who was wearing a kingly red-and-white robe and a crown, pretending not to see me. He was waiting for the right moment to catch me. CR. Korean. Eyes. Question..
Had much better recall of two of dreams, but ended up accidentally falling asleep while recalling... Dream 1(fragments): There was something about some tech/lab place. Dream 2(fragments): I was in some variations of some places i've been to IWL, such as certain park. Dream 3(fragments): There was something about islands and something dragon related. Dream 4(fragments): I was playing two platformer video games and there was location in the sky in one of them. Dream 5: I was playing minecraft with some LPer(Can't recall who) and we were playing some super hostile map(Which resembled none from actual ones). The starting location was on branch of one of trees in the area surrounded by cliffs, there was a chest and the ground level was filled with mobs. We have done some starting stuff and eventually made way to some underwater passage, which had obstacles in form of some kind of blocks of leaves that also were dealing damage on touch, beyond passage there were some additional supplies, and after picking them up we went back. When we got back it was now completely different area, some kind of sunny flat grassland with river and blocks tiling up into some pixel pictures. We ended up talking about various stuff for a while and there was something about log blocks.
I'm traveling, spending the night in an old stone tower. Thranduil's standing watch out in the woods, I can see him through the window. The rain's coming down pretty hard, much harder than it was during my watch and I'm still trying to warm up, sitting up brewing something hot to drink. I'd like to call him back inside, let him stand watch from the window instead, but I know he wouldn't. Everyone's still on edge about that Balrog. I hear voices at the bottom of the tower, one of the Men with us calling to Thranduil, telling him to quit haring off on his own like that. I can't see where Thranduil's gone, but the two Men who'd been guarding the door are looking around the edge of the woods. Then a leather wing covers the window for a moment and blocks my view, something flapping around the tower carrying a rider, and I shout to the others to wake up. (Woke up. Back to sleep.) I'm sitting at a bar drinking something green in a shot glass, when iron handcuffs are snapped around my wrists. Some crime has been committed, something which I'd planned to do. I didn't go through with it, though. I'm innocent. But it's still my fault that someone else carried out my plan, and I'm willing to take the punishment.
3rd person. A wealthy household full of various factions is gathered by a very old tree to discuss their leader's potential divorce, and how they can use it to their advantage. But I wind up focusing on a group that's ignoring the family politics and telling a story about this old tree, something like a fairy tale or a ghost story. Two children were transformed by the ashes of a witch's bones. One transformed into the image of the witch herself, the other transformed into something monstrous and deformed, vaguely donkey-like, and this allowed them to 'walk in strange places.' On certain nights a parade of witches (both men and women) passes by this tree, and disguised with the witch's ashes, those children joined the parade. 1st person. For political reasons, something to do with an organized crime group, I was briefly married to Julia, an extremely influential businesswoman and vampire. Now I've just about gotten things with that crime group settled and there's no real reason for us to keep up the sham marriage, and I'm surprised how conflicted I am about that. I'd gotten used to life as her husband far too easily. I'm thinking about how up until now I've been dealing with a 'tame' vampire, not the real deal. I'm looking over my shares in her businesses and thinking about selling. It'd be enough for me to live on for the rest of my life, if I do leave.
July 22, 2013, Monday I was running down the road west with some kids. It's in my hometown. It was twilight, right before dawn, but with no sun rays yet. We flight up to the skies. The sun began to rise. We started to feather fall, and some of the kids were already on the ground. I flapped my hands harder to go up higher. I saw the municipal building, I kept flying up, up higher than the trees. I passed by a tree house on a really tall tree. I knocked on the door, but then kept flying past it. I looked at the fields of my hometown below. I floated down and landed.
Some good recall today. Dream 1: I was doing some stuff at home, was going into bathroom but was constantly interrupted, then i was going to some kind store with some people, i didn't know way so was just following. Eventually we found it and it was kinda arabian store, we were searching for a specific movie but haven"t found it. We went through some city places and soon reached another store, which looked exactly the same. Vendor had that movie and he really liked it so he joined us in watching it. That movie was not a normal movie, but some kind of combination between movie and anime. It was about a group of badass dudes who were traveling through wasteland mountainy areas on the pickup truck and were fighting mutants and talking inbetween the fights. At one point the strongest looking dude got some kind of 'overcharge' power and started destroying lots of enemies, then there was one sniper dude with an irokez who had electrical powers that he should not be using, but then he got 'overcharge' as well, gaining yellow lightning around himself and his sniper rifle turned into laser rifle with red laser. It was quite awesome. Dream 2: I was playing some video game that looked like Spore creature stage, except there were some kind of tree mazes and platformer elements all over the place and it was more like usual 3D platformer/adventure game, also there was huge city in background, i had trouble finding the right path around the level. At one point i kinda found the way 'into' background and there were weird statues around. Then after that level it turned to be RTS and was looking more like Starcraft 2 graphically, i was controlling group of soldiers and was scouting in some jungle-like place. Then i found some kind of enemy base but it was guarded by some creatures that looked like dinosaurs but had insect-like eyes and metallic roar. There were like four big ones than were glowing red or blue when angered, depending on target, and that was switching them to really overpowered mode, plus there were alot of smaller ones. Eventually i figured out the way to get group through, but it there were simply not enough forces to deal with them all. Dream 3(fragments): I was playing some japanese shmup and i had weird problems setting resolution, the screen was glitching out while i was trying to fix it. Dream 4: I was playing some game and there was global world map, i was able to control nukes and bombers all over the place and i was targeting a few places while fighting off enemy bombers. Then it transitioned into some flat land forest and i apparently could summon trees and they kinda had low gravity, plus there was a level boundary, trees summoned into level boundary were launched at crazy force. I still had access to global map and nukes so i was kinda switching between both, at times global map looked similar to waking world, at other times it was different.
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