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Okay, this is a bit of a long one with a lot of miscellaneous actions, but the really interesting parts are in red...

I stood in a circle with a large group of people at an outdoor celebration of sorts, headed by the owner of the restaurant I work at. He spoke for a while, then we all dispersed to mingle.. however there was a colossal snake slithering around the entire time, often getting close to me. It was about twelve feet high and was extremely wide and long, with huge beady eyes. It was a mottled brown and black color. I told a couple people that I would go and meet the snake, but I knew he could smell fear and it scared me. I walked around a while, talking to DCs and avoiding the huge snake. Eventually I was outside a large tent-corridor a distance from the gathering, and the snake came through. It kept trying to come through various doors, but I would zip them up before it could enter, though I was letting it smell me so that when I came toward it, it would know me and be friendly. A DC distracted me by pointing out a comic behind the snake that I knew explained its back-story, but I couldn't see it clearly.

The snake transformed into a massive gorilla, like King Kong. He charged through the door, grabbed me, and picked me up, taking me a distance away into the night. We spoke a while, and though I can't remember the details, I knew that by talking to me he learned about the concept of death, of which he had been blissfully unaware before. I also knew that he associated the concept with me, which made me feel threatened, though I was acting cool, calm and interesting on the surface. He wanted to show me a trick, as he had apparently spent his life forced into circus work. He threw me lightly into the air, and though I could imagine him tearing me in two with ease, he lightly caught me. I let him throw me again and relaxed myself utterly, and knew pure joy as I knew I was safe in his massive grasp. We went inside, and I was now friends with the snake-ape. There was a council of his owners. I attempted to slip past them, but they offered me a breakfast fajita, which I politely accepted. They began to talk to the proud and insolent Kong, who was newly awakened to the concepts of mortality. One of the chiefs asked, what were you talking about? I responded, we were just talking about life. Technically true, dream self, well played. The gorilla was talking about his past, perhaps his mother had been poached by the corrupt council. They attempted to assuage him with soothing, honeyed words that shuffled the blame from them. One woman turned into a bird and massaged his back with her claws, which he liked. Before I figure out the conclusion, I awoke.


Wake, sleep, dream. I was in a classroom without a teacher. The kids were passing around bowls and bongs and getting ripped, myself included. Then, authority figures entered and demanded we register our drugs, mainly acid, as weed was still illegal. I kept the bubbler I had hidden under a blanket.

I was home again, and my mother left, exhorting me to be moral. I got in a car with some friends and went to a hill near my house to smoke the ganja I had left over from the classroom. We went into a massive trailer and sat in a circle. A couple other friends came in, along with a guy who must have lived there, then they left to go adventuring. I sat and smoked a bit, got bored and left. I came across a group of women playing volleyball in an empty swimming pool, and saw others climbing pine trees. The hill was well populated. I walked down to the university gym and saw more girls playing volleyball, and some guys playing a game. There was food on the sidelines and many morbidly obese players.

Next, I was at a camp or retreat of some sort. We were all hanging out and I was acting a clown, cracking jokes and goofing off. I went to the bathroom, walked in and cleaned a urinal, then walked out. Turned out I was in the ladies restroom! A couple guys followed after me, too. A tall, extremely beautiful woman came up and laughed about the mix-up, and I told her she now had to use the guys, because it was all mixed up. She had writing on her lips. I offered to kiss her, but she asked, right or left? I said, right, and presented my right cheek for her to kiss. Later, we played a game like hide and seek. I decided to hide in a box, but couldn't decide between one or the other side of the room, so I didn't have time to get the box closed, and was immediately caught.

I'm in a magnificent cathedral. I'm with someone, and see a friend about to go play a guitar onstage, and he waves at me. A priest walks up to me, and asks, are you confident?to which I simply say, yes.He leads me to a wall. There is a small, tight mouth, an opening, on the bottom of it, covered in runes and glyphs, wrought in beautiful stone work and pouring out red and orange. It looks like the mouth of Hell. He says something to the effect of, it's good you're confident, you'll need it, or we'll see, I can't remember. I barely fit in the gap, and began a slow facedown descent, using hand-holds on the passage to keep myself from tumbling. I see two scorpions, and wonder, why am I down here? I'm not even Catholic. After a while of indecision, I exit into sunlight and fresh air. Another priest stands there and asks, what you doing? The real challenges are ahead, you must face your demons.I pathetically say I need shoes, look down and I'm wearing them. He extols me to have courage and continue, so I go back into the mouth, down, down, down. I'm on a stair case that's unbelievably cramped, with hundreds of even tinier scorpions that I run over, worrying that one is in my shirt. I'm now in a dark, quiet and misty stone corridor bathed in glowing white and blue. I enter a room to the right, and find myself looking at two animal spirits floating over stone wells. One I can't access, but the other purports to be a mirror of the soul, and speaks proudly and with disdain. From a third person perspective, it consumed me, and I now look like Harry Potter. It was all fire within, and he discussed a Reformation of sorts. Whether the historical one, or a personal one, I don't know.

Then, there's my brother next to me. He has a beautiful amulet and he gives it to me to help me. I thank him, and awaken.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

I am one of the maids of a princess. She is invited to meet a prince, supposedly to arrange a marriage between the two and I am one of the two maids that will accompany her. We are silly girls, gossiping all the way about how romantic this is and how this prince will be such a gentleman and they'll fall in love for each other. But when we arrive at his palace, in the mountains, he is still in bed, apparently with an hangover. The king is pissed and drags us with him to the prince's room, where we have to watch him dragging him out of bed. He is rude and unclean. But that's not the worst.
Later on, he invites the princess to his quarters and we accompany her, but instead of a chaste meeting to break the ice, we find ourselves in a room surrounded by court members dressed in S&M costumes, mostly black and golden, and the princess is sexually abused and humilliated by the prince in front of everybody. They cheer and they help torture her and we are hopelessly forbiden to interfere. So I run to the garden outside. I meet a nice couple that comforts me and says they understand my shock. They ask if I know what's going on. I don't. Then part of their heads becomes green, with spikes and I realize they aren't quite human. They say that's true, no one inside that palace is really human. And because we, maids, have already seen too much, we will be sacrificed after this sexual ritual ends. They say they can help me, but they don't know if they can still help the other maid who's still inside.
They tell me to hide in the woods. I stay there, behind a stone wall, until it's dark. I see people from the villages down below, coming up to the palace gardens, supposedly invited to some public event. They wait outside in a very festive enviroment. But then I see strange lights in the sky and as they come closer, I distinguish triangular shaped ships that start shooting rays of light that kill people. As people run in panic, one of the ships lands nearby and some strange creatures, like deformed horses, covered in black suits, come out of it and start shooting rays in all directions. Always hidden behind that wall, I try to run away from there too. I come across this couple that helped me before and they point me an entrance to a tunnel, they say will exit 1 or 2 kms downhill. I step inside, but it is very tight and I feel claustrophobic thinking about crawling 1 or 2 kms in that dark tunnel. I prefer to take my risks in the woods. So I keep going downhill and I see more of those dark horses killing people and barely escape one.
Only when it's early morning I arrive at a village and feel safe. There's other survivors arriving to and sharing their stories and wondering what kind of creatures were that. Some claim that the dark horses actually had people inside, others talk about monsters disguised as people.

I never had a dream where I laughed when I woke up. It was hard for me to see what came before what in the dream (as is usual).

I was back in my hometown. I was stayed there for a few days. I was at home in the living room. Mom was telling me about clothes or something. I checked the clothes and decided I should bring a few more. I saw two yellow clothes and thought that I don't have yellow clothes in the city yet. Then there are also the blue jeans. It was night, I believe, or at least dark. Maybe I was going to take my plane that day.

I was talking to a woman. She was heading a cause or organization. She was supposed to have a talk, and/or she just came from one. Not sure how I met her. She's tall, wears glasses, and had her hair in a bun. Not sure what we were talking about, but she invited me to her talk. It was going to be in October 26. Then I realize that my flight out of the place is on the 25th. We both thought it was a shame. I think she was talking with Sarah as well. Sarah went out to meet old and new friends.

I was in a restaurant with my other org-mates. Not sure what organization. It was dark, but not so dark that I can't see. It's more like the place when it's still closed, but there's already a bit of daylight. The restaurant was inside a mall. The lights were still off. There were different organizations in the place. We were able to get our place in the restaurant; it was first-come-first-served, but I think the org that was there first didn't leave a person behind to man it, so we thought it was free. All this came to mind while I stayed behind to guard the place. There were some sleeping. Some were out and about.

Lico was outside. We were in India. He was eating some sampling of local food and enjoying it. I think there was an eat-all-you-can for the food he was eating. The Indian guy who was serving the food offered him more. We talked and he/they said that the seafood came from a place nearby that's teeming with sea creatures, so the food is fresh and cheap. I thought I remember reading about the place. It's near or on an island that disappears when the tide is high. They verified it. I took a sampling of food myself. It was good.

I was in a city an hour away from my hometown. I was passing by an area that I haven't visited for years. I thought this place surely has changed. The jeep routes are different. I asked the guy I was with (not sure if he was a driver or a passenger), and he doesn't know. The thought came to me that he looks cute, but also that also scoffed that he doesn't know the place when he travels here. I went down after the river and walked around. The place is different. There were a lot of trees and small houses all over the place. There was a jeep station but no passenger. Or very few passengers. They hailed to see if I was going to ride, but I said no. I walked away and about. I ended up in a highway. It was familiar, but couldn't quite place it. I've been there before, but not on foot. I was riding a car/jeep. (I think it was in another dream where I was in a van with other co-workers going on a trip/a ride with my dad in one of my recent dreams, where we went near the sea). I thought it was a shortcut to somewhere. There was almost no people. It's a "sine-wave" road/highway. To my right, I saw the spires of the city. To my left, I assumed, but did not see, that it's headed for the province. I thought of turning on the GPS to see where exactly I was so I can go back. I saw a cow looking at me. It was tied to a gate of a home. I was like, cool, a cow. With huge-ass horns. It shook its head, like it didn't like something. Huh. I passed by a pillar/stair, blocking our view. When I passed it completely, the cow was gone, and it was turning around the pillar/stair. I checked my shirt. It's red. I ran into a... tunnel? Not exactly a tunnel. But it's like a narrow, semi-underground passage from one area to another. It has a gate. There were two people already walking ahead of me. I closed the gate behind me. I looked back. Surely the cow/bull doesn't know how to open it? I saw it hoof at the gate and it swung open. I ran fast, heartbeat racing, but more due to excitement than fear. I told the couple to get out of the way. The left and right side were not exactly walls, but more like ruins of an old building. There were stairs, pillars and all. I went around, left, right, just to lose the cow/bull, but I still heard it. The couple ran after me to make sure I was alright. The cow/bull caught up. They tried to distract it but it was focused on me. I finally took off my red shirt and threw it at the cow/bull. It seems displeased. Maybe it has something against the person who used to wear it?

Back in India. I was talking about the island. I then realized, hey, I know people here in India. Why on earth didn't I contact them? I messaged them on my phone. One of them said that he saw me, but I didn't recognize him. I was like, yeah, but he could have said hi.

The Cow/Bull

2/11/14 Car turns into a bus slowly flying over a huge construction zone and it takes several steps into logic/memory to realize that I am dreaming. More fun with Girl Friday after a bit of an absence. More odd early awakenings. Perhaps too many liquids before bed, ate a bunch of citrus + water. ~1120 ~1230 105 325 DILD ~630 Another apocalyptic dream earlier in the night that I didn't get lucid in unlike yesterday's but that one was later in the morning. Tonight's was a long, memorable tsunami dream in a high school setting featuring the whole school gathering in the auditorium, missing clothes, spilling sauce, senior prank with a (RC?) helicopter, some weird method from Spanish class of calming the crowd after the prank and then looking out to see a tsunami approaching and running up several stories to stay above the water.

The earliest recall in my DILD started outside a sports arena(?) and I was getting into a car and Girl Friday was there shivering. I tried to rub her arms to warm her up but she was a bit stand-offish and got into the front passenger seat. I started off driving and was getting on a freeway where the shoulder was coned off and workers in orange safety vests were setting up a roadside memorial with flowers, balloons, etc. As I continued the slow lane was coned off and then 2 more lanes were coned off suddenly (must have been 4 lanes total in my direction) so I had to get over in a hurry and check my blind spot. At this point no other vehicles are on the road and the car transitions into a bus in which I am riding in the back (my recall of the transition is a little hazy but it obviously didn't make me lucid yet!) This bus is travelling past major construction and a huge tunnel-boring contraption that I could see digging a tunnel. The bus starts weaving around various parts of the construction that is in the way and I notice that instead of just being elevated like you would be in a bus, that it is actually floating. This part is hilarious to me because logic kicks in before memory when I think to myself "why don't they just float a little higher to avoid all of this mess?...no wait a minute buses don't fly!" I say out loud "buses don't fly, this is a dream!" I remember that Girl Friday was in the front passenger seat (from when it was a car) and I say something like "get on back here." She arrives and we start making out feverishly. I unbutton her blouse excitedly and reach my hands into her blouse and around to her back feeling her bare skin and undo her bra. She is wearing either pants or shorts and I unzip them and I remember the goal to slow down and look more closely at individual items and decide to focus on the copper colored button just above her zipper. It has an interesting pattern that I don't recognize from waking life. The dream starts fading as I try to reach out for her and I also try a closed eye teleport which seems to return me to my bed quicker or it was just the timing of being at the end of REM. I lay still and attempt to DEILD but only manage to semi-interact with some HH's or short dreamlets. One was maybe 10 seconds long and featured what looked like a giant toy ape and I appeared to be near it's midsection (possibly in it's hand like the girl in King Kong) and I managed to look around a little bit before it faded. 106

12.8:
I think I was exploring some sort of long-ago transit tunnel system. I think I'm treasure hunting for ancient technology, and I'm in a modern setting. I go exploring, and the tunnel slowly becomes more and more natural and cave like. I end up in an underground lake with natural lighting that shoots down in streaks.

12.7:
I definitely remember eating things, but that's all I can remember.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

I'm going to catch the subway, but the tunnel to get there keeps going deeper and deeper. It turns left and right several times, it gets tighter and increasingly more rough on the floor and walls. I end up at a subterranean cave where I find a secret cathedral. It is not a holly place, it emanates some dark vibes, but I get close to check it out. It's all decorated in black and red. I don't see a soul, so I go inside. There are two aisles of seats on the left and right, big black curtains everywhere, red candles and a creepy altar at the end of the aisles.
I hear footsteps, I feel I am in danger, but there's no time to reach the doors. I go up a tower to the right. I hide for a while, but they eventually find me. They are like black knights in black armours. They capture me and force me to undress and wear a white gown. I'm taken to the altar and told not to be afraid and just wait.
I wait for some time, I'm not afraid. A guy comes in speaking italian. He notices me, but seems more worried about secondary stuff on the room. Although he looks like a normal guy, I am certain that he is the devil. I know he is looking for a bride. He hardly talks to me, but when he does, I realize he has read me already and likes what he sees. Then I realize he is my shrink.

Didn't manage to remember the previous two days' dreams, but this one I was able to recall by laying in bed for a moment and thinking. It almost slipped by my memory!
I was in an underground passageway, with lots of sand and rock around me. The lighting was dim; some lanterns hanging from the ceiling. Apparently I was tasked with completing a computer project by finding a sound-bit for the Windows start up noise and downloading it.
Instead, I put that project off and decided to read manga. Eventually, I got bored of that and headed around the nearby corner to find a long, sandy hallway/tunnel. I saw some people walking down it. I made my way forward but was suddenly blinded by a bright blue light. I heard a static-like noise, and then saw a flash as a blue-purple colored laser fired from the end of the tunnel where the light was coming from. The laser killed many of the people in the tunnel, much to my horror. I ducked in a side area as the laser fired, and overheard a man nearby shouting "I can't believe they have diamonds!"
I turned and saw some strange humanoid looking creatures who were holding spears and coming closer to me. They wore brown cloaks, and their faces were shrouded, the only thing possible to see was their orange eyes. They looked like Jawas from Star Wars. I fought them, and as the battle commenced I heard distinct arabian-ish music playing as a backdrop for the fight, almost as if I was in a video game. Once they were defeated, I collected the nearby loot on the ground: some skittles and a bottle cap. This is actually my dream referencing my real life hobby of collecting bottle caps.
I walked back out into the hallway where the death laser was previously, and saw my family walking towards me. They told me we were going on vacation. And funnily enough, we just recently got back from vacation.
That's all I could remember.

Two dream scenes from last night, I was sexually aroused in both of them. I think there is more content than I can remember and this time it annoys me. I would really like to know more about the plots.

• I find myself in an underground tunnel. It is dark. There are two workers operating at a huge monster machine. I recognize one of them as an old acquaintance from my former soccer team, so we greet each other. They are digging the tunnel with the huge machine and they lay down train tracks for the new subway. I wonder what I am doing here and how I managed to get here, no idea.
  
  I missed one of my recurring dream signs there, train tracks. Also, I did not remember to RC, when I found out that I had no clue how I got there. Gotta start working on prospective memory again!
  
  I try to get out of the tunnel, so I just start walking. When I hear one of the workers telling me that this is the wrong way, I already stumble upon a huge rock wall in front of me. This must be the direction where they dig the tunnel. I go back and climb on the huge machine and walk on it in the other direction.
  
  I end up in a train station waiting hall. It is a big quadratic room with a quadratic pillar in the middle. The walls and the floor are white and light (or maybe it just occurs to me that way because I just came from a dark tunnel) and there are seats all the way along the walls. There are about 15 people sitting and waiting there.
  
  I am happy to see an old friend of mine waiting for me. She hugs me and I am surprised to see her, but it feels good. She is in good shape, she is sexy and has a beautiful face. I always found that she looked good, but she has always been a friend and not a potential sexual partner (it never even came to my mind, because back then, when I saw her often, we were both engaged in relationships). Now I get really excited about her and I hug her again, two or three more times because it feels so good. Her body is so soft and nice, man why have I never seen her from this perspective. She seems to enjoy, so I kiss her on her cheeks, which makes her look embarrassed, although she smiles.
  
  I wake up with an erection.
  
  
• I am in a big wooden house. I find myself at the top end of a wooden staircase in the first floor under the roof. The tilted walls and the floor are made of wood as well. There are three people: one random guy, one guy I know from my secondary school and a girl from my university, whom I met around last Christmas. I think this is a weird situation, because there is no way in which they could know each other. But somehow they seem to live together in a student flat-sharing community. They go into their apartment and I decide to just invite myself and to join them because I am curious.
  
  We stand in the room and we talk and they seem very relaxed. They suggest that we go into their whirlpool, sure why not. The girl immediately takes off her clothes and stands there completely naked in front of us three guys as if it was the most common thing in the world. I take a glance at her body, wow. She has a nice healthy skin color and she is very attractive. She has a sexy, curvy body with huge breasts and a perfect ass. It doesn't seem to bother the other two guys at all and they take off their clothes as well, but I start getting nervous.
  
  I would love to just look at her and to enjoy the exciting view of her body, but I am anxious that I might get an erection in front of the guys. So I force myself to not stare in her direction, although this is what I would like to do the most right now. I don't mind the presence of the naked girl at all, but I am embarrassed by the two guys being there and watching as well, I fear that I might not be able to control my hormones and to look silly in front of them.
  
  I take off my clothes and focus on my own body. To my satisfaction I conclude that it looks good and healthy. I force myself not to watch the perfect, attractive, naked female body in front of me and I go into the whirlpool. The water is hot, almost too hot, but I just go with it and it feels really nice, once I merge fully into the water.
  
  Once again I wake up with an erection, although I had none in the dream. But there was certainly a lot of sexual energy involved. This dream addressed the ashamed aspect of myself regarding sexuality. But there is no reason to be ashamed about the way god made us, it's perfect and beautiful. If only I had remembered that in the dream... damn she was hot!

18.07.2013

It's Just an Environmental Awareness Safety Course Right? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Seems this hypnosis script is working well for me, and the scary thing is, because of its universal use in being able to connect the dots better and recall things better, if I were to actually make a hypnosis script to have better recall, the dream content below would be greater, much greater.

I'm also beginning to notice how easy it to get the dream plot despite of my lack of knowing the content within it. Because I focus on the emotions and as much of the totality of the dream-scape itself, piece by piece, I can find bits of imagery coming in to make the dream a little bit more comprehensible. Of course, it's not perfect, especially since I'm only using a general hypnosis script, but I'm glad either way that I have this memory still ingrained in my unconscious. Since after all, the more the person finds themselves naturally wanting to remember these things and sustaining them even when they have to do something else, it becomes easier to recall.

Anyway,

So I'm inside a house that's almost the exact replica of the one I'm staying currently in waking life. Only that this house within the dream had this sense of a yellow-green atmosphere flowing around me and my perception of reality within the dream. Imagine for a moment of recalling any of your dreams where you found yourself mixing through sepia themed dreams or even yellow-green overlay dreams where it feels as if you're going into the past or even just in a rush because while you're moving quickly, everyone around you and the environment around you feels like it's going a bit slower than you.

But at the same time, you find yourself noticing that you tend to slow down a bit as well in order to be able to socialize with these dream characters, otherwise, things wouldn't make sense if you spoke fast while they couldn't right? Now, I'm going through that same motion, and everything is coming by naturally, and I haven't even gained sentience or the type of awareness to see that I'm dreaming, however, due to the circumstances within the dream, I probably did, but just wanted to see the plot unfold.

But now is not the time for me or you reading this to worry about that, and as I go through embracing the dreaming environment a bit more, I started to get myself solidified into the dreaming experience. I begin to notice there were a few dream characters already engaging themselves with each other. Eventually, I found myself slipping into the conversation somehow as I'm sitting next to a dark-skinned female that resembles someone in waking life.

It's as if she never knew what I was doing beforehand, standing around the environment feeling as if I was just lost in the moment of the dream, lost within the confines of my mind as I'm twisting and turning the dream time and dream setting without even realizing it. The more I engaged myself with these dream characters, the more the yellow-green atmosphere, or the overlay surrounding this dream setting disappears.

I noticed how I continued to blend in with the dream characters, mixing around in seeing things in third and first person. The female beside me is wearing a white blouse along with white short pants. The contrast between her dark skin and the white clothes, combined with the slightly saturated sepia tone within the dream makes it hard to see if this is some simulated dream with implications of a past moment or something, or even a glimpse into a probable event in the future.

Suddenly, my confusion for this dream being random or probable pre-cog, was eliminated the moment I heard this female asked me a question about what I'll be doing after summer is over. I knew her response related to some things I'm actually doing over the summer, and then she stops herself abruptly and remembers her logic doesn't make sense. And the experience was weird in itself, it felt as if I knew she would come to that realization, and all I needed to do was just wait and see her do it.

It's as if that despite of my uncertainty in this dream, it felt as if there were unconscious processes becoming apparent to me. Such as what people might say, how things will end up, how the dream will turn out, and such.

I wondered because of this awareness of the unconscious formulating the plot of this dream were my sparks of being lucid, but just going back with the dream since the lucidity didn't really matter. I'm not sure if because I was aware of these unconscious processes, that I naturally find myself not caring much about lucidity altogether, seeing how I would obviously do something completely different if that were the case.

The moments within this dream, the pacing, started having its ups and downs to the point where I couldn't follow what else these people were saying, and it feels as if there would be a dream shift because of it. Before the dream shifts, I recalled that the same female, this woman in her 50s most likely just like in waking life, told me about some type of Environmental Awareness Safety Course that I could take.

Find that pretty ironic as I spent most of this dreaming entry describing the dream environment.

The moment she stated this, her existence is hard to follow because I realized I shifted from being inside of a house to being outside with maybe 2 people with me. It felt as if this same lady was replaced with a younger dream character, and I began to notice how I was looking at a certain person within the dream while she's talking to me.

You know how you're discussing things with people, and you tend to avert your eyes a bit from time to time to look around in space and the environment? It was just like that, except that this dream character himself had something that was odd or familiar about him for me to make a longer gaze at him.

It wasn't anything concerning, I was probably just bored of the content the dream character female to the right of me was saying, and probably was just staring at space when a dream character just happened to be within that spectrum of vision. The man notices I'm looking at him as well, and this gives us an awkward moment where we go back to the people we're discussing things with and pretending nothing happened. I can't really recall the next conversation, so I'll talk about the dream shift to where things get even more random and a bit more hectic.

You may notice how the pacing of this dream, or at least these dreams that I felt connected with each other, really doesn't add up, but still somehow makes sense. It's as if that despite of being able to recall of this, we have a predisposition to connect the dots together, even if the endeavor itself would just be apophenia.

However, even with these patches of recall, I'm sure if I gave this recall more thought rather than putting it off, I may have found an underlying meaning behind this, just like finding a needle in a haystack of information that feels less significant.

You may also begin to notice how my dream self went from this passive and naive boy to some calculated and psychopath closet serial killer. It won't make sense initially, but there's no need to worry about that now until you begin to notice when I start to change completely within this dream.

Now, I find myself inside of a tunnel, a very spacious tunnel. The sounds bouncing from the walls with ease as I hear the vibrations and humming, I begin to notice that there may have been some vehicles around here if I looked beyond that's right to the curve blocking my view of what's ahead.

Suddenly, I find myself being cognizant of a dream character to my left, and she's another dark-skinned female, and I had a feeling she was this same female talking to me before the dream shift. Something felt so weird being around her, and I kept paying more attention to her to wonder why I would be in this tunnel with this female.

Because of my uncertainty, I had to just let things happen naturally and just become aware of the unconscious feelings and emotions so that I would be able to connect the dots and have better neurological changes to hopefully get the underlying meaning of this dream. This female, despite of her facade not having contrast to this dream, her vibe, her energy, the way she expressed herself even when she was dormant for a good bit before I got myself back into the pacing of the dream was comforting.

I felt safe around her, but also had these feelings that she has bigger plans ahead for us within this tunnel. She's wearing a swamp-green jacket with a few highlights that quickly made me assume it was probably raining when we were going into this road tunnel.

Her black hair has a small shine, but not enough to really provide contrast within this dream environment, which was saturated in a brown and nearly sepia tone overlay. While the overlay itself made the environment bland, insignificant, boring to gaze at, there was a sense of realism as I found the air around me literally going in and out through my eyes and body.

My breathing, the pacing was perfectly fine, I felt as if I had unlimited energy and would never be tired, and all that would make it seem any different from that would simply be psychosomatic occurrences (And by that, just like how initially when we first recall our lucid dreams, we may found ourselves getting excited mentally, and because of that, the body will generally follow, which would generally make us have a harder time staying in touch with the dream).

Because I began to notice myself being dissociated from the double-edge sword that psychosomatic reactions can give us in our dreams, I felt more at ease for whatever plot would come in this dream. I literally had this unconscious implication that it's simply a dream, a simulation, but knowing whether or or if I'm aware of the dream simply didn't matter. Because like before, you'll remember how that if I were lucid, things would end up differently (i.e. me changing the dream environment).

Finally, the pacing of the dream picks up a bit more, I started to feel the rush, the excitement, the slight thrill of wondering what will come next. And with this assurance of security I had with this female beside me, despite of her being this randomly generated thought-form/dream character, I'm finally getting into the groove of this dream.

I found myself realizing what I'm wearing, a black long jacket that stretches all the way down to my ankles along with a dark gray shirt and black dress pants. It felt weird that while this female had her jacket saturated with water, my outfit was completely dry and perfect. I guess having my jacket wet would feel uncomfortable seeing how I would begin to notice the weight of the soaked jacket.

Now, the female and I find ourselves encountering a police officer, and during this moment, there was this feeling of fear, the type of fear that foreshadowed there would be bad things to come. But because of how this female to the left of me sweet talks her way with this police office, I decided to mute the conversation altogether.

Now, you may begin to notice why I wanted to mute the conversation, because I knew that the more she would sweet-talk her way with the police officer, how she expresses herself wouldn't matter, because you'll find out quickly that the dream character's fate would be sealed either way. I merely avert my eyes to some other direction, while still keeping my peripheral vision in synch with the female's swamp-green jacket. Somehow, just somehow, she finds a way to kill him silently.

Instantly, I turn around a bit to have better inward focus on what she's holding, a silenced pistol. The moment I saw this pistol, and how my outfit and her outfit felt a bit peculiar, there was some kind of ambition that would involve some kind of retaliation. I started connecting the dots a lot better from that, and just let whatever happen, happen.

It as if I was shifting through being a spectator of the dream and shifting myself into the dream in third person or first person. My sense of identity was more expansive, and it felt like I was watching 1080p Blue-ray film or something while still shifting back and forth from spectator to a participant in the dream.

Because I have a better presumption of who this female is, a sweet talker that knows how to kill and fortunately doesn't seem she'll try and switch sides and do the same for me, I had a feeling of what she would do next, hide the body. She opens a door to the left of us, and I follow along with her, and I noticed I still have some fear for her.

But with the security she easily expressed to me that she wouldn't shift her positive views of me, it was more of me having conflicting moments of a sense of security with fear slipping in despite of knowing things would be perfectly fine with her. Because the sense of security beings to express itself more to me, the more I wondered the point of me being with her. That would find myself realizing I would be safe around her made me wonder if I'm just the same as her, except I'm just letting her do things her way.

Or maybe I was really commanding her to do something unconsciously while at the same time, I still thought I was just some guy who happened to have an expert killer that happens to be nice to me. So as she places the body in a decent position, I realized there's another door to me on my right. While she's busy standing around there, I take a small peek of what's beyond.

You know how when it's raining, and you see the lights' horizon on the vehicle front being more apparent, and how with the slight drizzling of water that goes all over the place distorts that light, but in subtle ways? It was just like that, and because of that, I started to question the situation we're in now, because those same lights were police officer lights.

Even though I only glanced quickly to see what's out there, I had a presumption there would be at least 10-20 cops, maybe more seeing how that was just looking at one part of the tunnel before the curve to the right blocked my vision of the rest of the path. I was surprised that despite of these cops aiming their automatic weapons at us, that they didn't even realize I closed the door. I looked at the female and gave her a gesture that we need to go now.

Like NOW.

She instantly gets the idea, and as I'm following her by going back out from the door we cam in, abstract dream logic starts kicking in again.

Immediately, I heard a click.

This is not a good click.

After this concerning click, I can hear the sound of the hands moving around the object slowly, and I quickly realized we're at gunpoint. All at once, everything felt like it was just going to end here, when everything felt so right and calculated, only to be contradicted with a dream character that just happened to show up so quickly.

It almost felt as if my female companion in this dream didn't take out all two individuals in this dream, and if I were to actually pay attention to who she was talking to rather than muting out the conversation and realizing someone was with her, we wouldn't be in this position at gunpoint.

However, my female companion seems to defy the contradicting logic of the dream character showing up by bravely moving away from him, despite of our backs facing him. I looked at her and wondered how she could risk her life like this, how could someone just go around throwing their lives away like that and keep moving?

But now wasn't the time for me to revel in that thought, I felt her character, her courageous demeanor, I wanted to follow along with that. I slowly walked and followed her side by side as well, while having 360 vision of seeing the guy still aiming the gun at us.

Why isn't he shooting us? Why, despite of what the female did to the other guy by killing him, he doesn't shoot us? It felt inconsistent, and I wondered if the female companion truly instilled fear into the police officer that he couldn't shoot, or maybe he was just afraid to pull the trigger altogether for other reasons.

While I'm sustaining 360 vision a bit longer, it feels the officer is putting his gun down, and me and the random female companion gracefully exit out of the tunnel. Now that we're outside, while still sustaining the 360 vision, I begin to notice the air is much different than inside the tunnel. Things aren't so concentrated as much with the sound waves, and everything feels spacious again. We're now in a section of a road, and we're near the side railing, just like what you would see if you were driving in high altitude.

While we're walking, I'm still trying to string together what in world just happened with this experience with the police officer. I immediately find myself being addicted to this female's presence, so I quickly ran up to her and quickly conformed to her pace of walking. She doesn't really look at me much, keeping her head in profile view to me, and she starts explaining what happened.

Apparently, she stated how she switched guns with the cop somehow, which means that if the cop is holding the gun without gloves, he would be caught in a situation where if the cops that we encountered before closing the door again finds out the bullet of the dead cop came from that same gun, the cop would be in a predicament of explaining what happened.

While she's telling me this, it's still hard to comprehend how she switched the gun somehow, and why the cop didn't want to shoot us. It felt as if while she was trying to make a cohesive statement, she ended up failing, or maybe I failed to acknowledge the other bits she was declaring to me. And even though I was confused, I still found myself somehow trying to connect the dots again by what she stated and actually congratulated her for pulling it off.

Okay, why am I congratulating her on killing someone? I know that she had to do it to avoid any kind of problems with them, but still, it felt almost disgusting for me to state that to her. My own mentioning of acknowledging her ability to get us out of the situation ruined the value of the plot of this dream. Just what in the world was going on and why am I suddenly finding solace in what she did just now?

Of course, this didn't really make itself apparent that much, seeing how I still had some fear with this woman. She was an enigma, while I was sure that I could basically do anything to her (sexual thoughts started coming in for some reason), I still wanted to do it in a subtle manner because I don't know what her breaking point is. This started to become sick, but before the dream ended, it was as if all the thrill and fear turned me on because of how she expressed herself.

So I guess after that, we had sex, I can't recall what happened after, just the two of us walking down the road.

But I'm sure with my attitude around her, we were bound to have sex.

Lol.

Morning of June 21, 2013. Friday.



Here are a couple dreams of the same date with a few different scenes.

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There is a flood again, but the water comes mostly from large tidal waves that somehow move more inland. Some people are looking for survivors as there is still a danger from more flooding.

There is a strange scene of riding the fast, powerful waves just to get to another area, perhaps to our house, as I was getting my youngest son and oldest daughter from some sort of group meeting or visit in a building from a room that was a bit like my old apartment on King Street.

A woman is looking for her young daughter of about four or five years and I help a few people dig through the mud near a curb. She was trapped under a lot of mud near the curb and must have somehow gone through the storm drain, which is also filled with mud, and yet she is somehow still alive. However, it would be impossible in real life to take pieces out of the street and sidewalk so easily, although it is broken up a bit in my dream. The girl’s breathing makes bubbles come up through the mud and a thinner layer of water over the mud. Also, it seems there are several storm drain chimney-like sections very close together.

In another dream, I have my old snub-nosed revolver and end up protecting a few people from another person who has a gun, but who sort of becomes a friend. This was probably heavily influenced by a two-part episode of “Deep Space Nine” I had just seen (“Past Tense” parts 1 and 2).

There is trouble with another person who seems to be a threat to the area, but then Superman arrives (I have not seen the new “Superman” movie yet - “Man of Steel” - but may in a few years - also really tired of hearing the word “reboot”, which is mindless, way overused “trendspeak”).

There are about five repeating “takes” in a row in this dream that are mostly the same. I shoot Superman on the right side of his stomach, and he seems surprised and is badly injured (but not dead). People are amazed. All I did was use a Kryptonite bullet, which anyone could do, really.

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I have tentatively decided to classify part of this as precognitive (I never do this unless it is verified with at least a few details involved, but this still happens continuously and has since earliest memory), as my young niece in the USA had to drive through flood waters around the time I was dreaming this - around the same streets as in this dream - and I last saw her in real life when she was very young. Could be coincidence in this case, though, as floods are a fairly common theme, both precognitive and somewhat symbolic, perhaps. However, almost all my dreams contain at least a few clearer implied precognitive elements of one kind or another.

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[Left work early. Got home around 3:00pm. * and took a nap, fell asleep around 3:15pm. Woke around 4:45pm.]

[Playing a character in the dream but saw good friends from middle school (Chad and John), a former boss that constantly berated me (Nina), a current kind co-worker (Evelina), and an old interest that attempted to use me to gain a US Visa (Nawras).]

I am going on a big trip with a group from school [not real school, class, ect]. We fly somewhere and are staying at the huge luxury resort. We are a part of some big event and there are groups from many other schools around the country. Nina is supervising our group and is not too happy about it. We leave our rooms to meet in a large conference room to read the event rules and regulations - what to do and not to do while we are in the resort.

At the moment there is only a few of us and it is silent while each person reads the rules separately. Evelina, who finishes first, casually walks over to look out the floor-to-ceiling window (many stories up) that faces the huge parking lot. Laughing to herself she exclaims, "Wow! There's two HUGE cars out there parked where we have to use the restroom. Why would they do that?" Thinking HUGE means limousines, I quickly join her at the window to look outside. Despite half the parking lot being empty, there is a black and a white SUV parked on the grass right next to the small path leading to the bathroom. What jerks! There are PLENTY of spaces.

Shaking my head, I walk back to other side of room and start reading. Apparently the rules are ridiculous because I read the first sentence and mutter, "DAMN!" This is met with a dirty glare from Nina and I immediately apologize and avoid looking at her. From the corner of my eye I see my friend is grinning behind her papers trying not to laugh at me.

A few hours later, my friend and I go exploring in the lush green hills and bordering forest behind the resort. We noticed a lot of people have been disappearing down in that area and reappearing later giggling and chatting among themselves but refuse to tell us anything. We're determined to see what everyone is up to; plus, it is all the more exhilarating because we are not supposed to leave the hotel property and we're feeling a bit naughty.

A mile or so behind the hotel we're almost at the line of the forest. There is a small shed like at my grandmother's house in front of a 5 foot high wood plank fence. Behind the fence I can see a wire mesh cage over a few small bushes. A little further behind the cage is a 6 foot tall wood chair, similar to a life guard seat at the beach, and next to this is a pile of brush. People are coming and going from somewhere nearby so I decide to pop over the fence and take a look.

As I start over the top plank, my cell phone rings - it's an unknown number. Hesitating for a moment, I finally pick up. "Hello?"
"Hi gorgeous. What's your name?"
"Uuuhhh... Emily. Why?"
"Emily, I love that sexy voice you have. You know what you should do with that smoky voice of yours?"

At this point I remember someone telling me one of the groups at the resort got a hold of a handful of women's numbers and were calling them to attempt to initial what they called "phone flirting" conversations. At a loss of what to do next - because I am too nice to just hang up the phone and go back to my adventure - I look desperately to my friend to help. Huge grin plastered on her face, she takes the phone from my hand and interrupts the "charmer" on the other end with the most high pitched voice I've ever heard.

"Hi, my name is Amie. How are you?"
I burst out laughing while the confused guy on the phone sputters, "W...wait. Is this Emily or Aime?"
"Both!"
"Oh fuck!" Click! Call end!

Now we're both laughing our asses off over how randomly absurd the entire conversation was when I see my old friend Chad sitting in the life guard seat. As I turn to get his attention, John, who apparently has been looking for us, catches up. I start telling him about the phone call and my situation earlier with Nina.

"I seriously could NOT get through that thing without muttering swears under my breath."
Amie chimes in with, "No, really John, she could NOT stop swearing. She said like four things right in front of Nina and I thought she was about to get attacked. The look on her face was HILARIOUS!" John and I are rolling on the ground laughing and Amie is doubled over with laughter. We recover a few minutes later and I start to climb the fence again.

I make eye contact with Chad and he is not amused.
"How the heck did you get out here Chad?"
"Only certain people can know and you're not one of them so you should just get back to the hotel."

I just shrug off his shortness and start looking around. I can see a huge bush about 20 feet from the cage that I couldn't see before because the shed blocked my view. Heading in that direction, I walk past the cage and just happen to notice there are tiny baby rabbits inside the wire mesh; they look so soft and warm! Glancing to my left, wait... Woah! A random guy pushes up the pile of brush, sees me, and quickly disappears. It must be a secret trap door!

In my excitement, I start towards the pile when Chad stops me. "No! Stop! That's private property and we cannot be near it. Listen, there's a tunnel in the bushes over there that leads back to the basement of the hotel. That's what everyone's been up to. Just go." Smiling triumphantly, I go check out the bushes and sure enough, there is a huge dark tunnel! So through it I go.

Arriving finally back at the resort, I pop in somewhere to see Nawras. I must have known from before that he would be there with some friends but because the hotel is so massive, I did not think it likely we would even see each other. Momentarily I am dazzled by his sexy smile and well-toned body. The old crush surfaces at that moment and all I want to do is get him back to my room to finish off this attraction once and for all.

Before I can even open my mouth to return his greeting though, the memories of his betrayals flood back into my head. When he used to blow me off for his friends but seem conveniently interested with me when he needed a ride. Then when he magically appeared in my life three years later, out of the blue, to talk to me on the phone for hours about why he is so much more mature than when he was in college. Finally finishing it off with his admission that he was going to ask to marry me so he could gain a US Visa but once he realized I was not leaving my boyfriend for him, he never talked to me again.

Not only did he use me, but I was stupid enough to let him, even after catching onto his game the first time. Am I that in need of someone to talk openly with? A close friend? I think not, but there is a reason for everything - even if it is a bad reason. These negative emotions effectively wake me fully.

[Observations]
I am seeing an interesting theme of negative emotions that I've set aside or ignored manifesting themselves suddenly in my dreams. I wonder if this is due to my openness to new experiences or if it is only because I am now making an attempt to remember my dreams. Hmm...

I only remember a few dream fragments. I think I woke up in the middle of the night and thought about writing down my dreams right away, but I was too lazy, so … oops.

1. In one dream, I’m watching some kind of game show, and all the contestants are little kids. I can’t really remember anything else about this one.

2. I’m staying in some large house, and some of my high school friends are there. I decide to go for a walk with one of my friends––Alison––but I need to find my rain boots first. I seem to have brought an enormous pile of shoes with me, and I have to search through them before I finally find the right boots. Then I go outside with Alison. It’s very gross and barren looking outside. The ground is muddy and covered with ice/snow in some places. There are only a few trees here and there, and they’re all completely bare. When Alison and I return to the house, I see that all of our other friends are reading the books I brought with me. I notice that Catherine is almost done with the book she’s reading even though we were only gone for like ten minutes (which is funny, because she does read extremely quickly in real life).

3. I go to this food store place with some friends. We’re all planning on buying pretzels. There are these pretzel sticks and they all cost like 25¢ or something. So I grab a handful of pretzel sticks. And then there’s this tray with change all over it, and I grab a few coins. I wonder if I’m stealing the money or whether I’m allowed to do this … but I do it anyway.

I go up to the counter and put my pretzel sticks down. The cashier tells me that it will cost me $3.99. This surprises me since I thought it would be cheaper, but I don’t question it. I look in my wallet and I seem to only have quarters, so I start to pay the guy in quarters. It’s taking forever and I’m holding up the line, and the cashier is getting impatient with me and telling me to hurry up. Finally I find a $5 bill and put it down on the counter. But when I look up, I see that the original cashier is gone and now there’s this random girl where he was standing. And she’s like, “He got so impatient that he left” or something. So I’m like, “… Sorry,” and I buy the pretzels.

I go outside and sit down on the sidewalk with my friends. I believe Sarah Jayne, Cara, Megan, and Luna are there. We all start to eat our food. Sarah Jayne has these big vitamin things that she offers to everyone but we’re all like, “No.”

Somehow, we all end up sitting in this random tunnel. Megan is rolling around on the ground for some reason, and then Luna is asking her questions about her life and Megan has to answer them. I think Sarah Jayne is also asking some questions. And … I’m just sitting there. And that’s all I remember!

NOTE:
- Triple Gem, breath zhine, 9 purif., reverse RC/ADA

~11 mn, sleep

3:44 a.m.

I was in a forest, being chased by a huge dire wolf. I was able to enter what looked like a tunnel with vertical bars. The wolf is too big to enter, but it posed sideways outside and looked at me.

~6:30 a.m.

I was in a school. There were different Philosophy clubs that students can join. One in particular was dedicated to studying the philosophy of the Buddha. I invited other PLUS people to join. The place looked like the upward road in our hometown, near our old aikido instructor's place. I think I saw a crush appear. He also different.

~7:30 a.m.

I was outside a house. There's a snake. Someone was teaching me how to avoid it or get rid of it. I was then playing DotA. For some reason, I don't like my position or location and tried changing it. I thought of creating an army in the base, and it looked more like a Zerg base than DotA.

I was in my room in our hometown. There was a small puppy there that looked like Blaise. He looks smaller thought. I asked him how he is, and then noticed his left eye is gone, and I worried for him. I then started to remember how I touched his left eye before to remove dirt or something, and that might have caused infection and ate his left eye.


Interesting side:

"The ones who answered incorrectly (on the surface, at least) were dismissed and abandoned in the tunnels..."

Just found it interesting that the tunnels appeared in this part that I was reading. I searched it out after I took the VtM quiz.

I have many reoccurring dreams most are not upsetting or frightening in all honesty i haven't had a nightmare in years

So here are a few of them and if anyone has had a similar experience i would be interested to know

1. Entering the Dream
So it stats with a falling experience trough black space then i start to see im falling trough corrugated black ventilation pipes i hit a marble floor with the pipes just above my head about half a meter above the floor i look in front and i see a friendly cyborg type character who is connecting wires to a type of switchboard then i look to my left and there is the bottom of a doorway i crawl through into a room that is very bright with plants everywhere sometimes there is a small pond in the room sometimes not on the right is a console that looks like it has grown out of the ground sometimes there is a being there sometimes not at the other end of the room is small doorway
i open the door and enter the last room this room is dark green like a living room very much like the room in the red pill blue pill bit in the matrix(i had this dream long before that movie came out so i doubt it was a influence) there are 2 leather chairs in the room and some small picture frames i look at the leather chairs and slowly i relise there not chairs but contorted body parts made into chairs at this point i want to leave and i go through the last door and then my dream starts i have this most nights im able to wake naturally.

2. The Sewer
This one can change alot but there are 3 things that stay the same each time
normally i start with a group of friends we go to explore a old railway tunnel at the bottom of this wooded area the tunnel is dark and dirty as we investigate the tunnel we find it moves off into other passageways at some point we get split up i eventually endup at a dead end deep underground in this sewer type system there is a drain hole in the ground now every other time i have entered the drain hole looking for my friend only last night i knew if i went in i would not find my friend and was not going that way anymore instead a new doorway appeared and i changed my direction and found my friend at a cave on the surface on the beach


the 3 things that are always the same are the friend the tunnel and the small drain
the thing about my friend is she never looks the same but i always know its her she pops up in a lot of my dreams and we play together in the dream i only joined this site in order to find out if anyone was shearing the dream with me

I experienced some challenges in this LD and, sad to say, I didn't exactly pass with flying colors. I need to be confident with producing a light source and finding my way out when I'm lost in some building. I wish I'd remembered darknightedlady's observation that "Exit" signs seem to work well for me in navigation. They're a reliable tool for me and I need to keep them in mind.

Not my best work, but I very much enjoyed the exploratory romp anyway!

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #37: Hotel California

I'm business partners with my good friend "Leroy", and we ride a bus to a conference at some sunny resort. We pass by a nice pool complex on our way in, and many DCs are soaking up the sun poolside. I recognize MS, a friend from high school, but she disappears into the crowd as we draw closer.



Leroy and I walk through the hotel entrance and move toward the elevator. There are smashed eggs all over the floor in front of the elevator door, and I say, "[Leroy], I'm tired of walking on eggshells around you." Two things dawn on me: a) That joke was terrible and b) This is all a dream.

Leroy has disappeared, but momentum still has me reaching for the elevator button. I stop when I see that the elevator only goes down. I remember that I'm trying to either witness the Trinity test or relive the Apollo 11 mission. Neither of those are likely to be in the basement, so I start looking for a way out.

I turn toward the hotel entrance and see that it has been replaced by a solid, slightly reflective metal plate. I try to phase through it the way I do with glass, but it feels totally solid. Unwelcome anxiety starts to creep in and I set off down a nearby hallway, hoping for an easy exit. A set of double doors at the end of the hallway takes me into a tunnel that's built of concrete blocks. I feel like I'm descending in spite of my best wishes. There's a door further down the hallway but it's one way and offers no handle.

I step through an open doorway into a dimly lit room. An unseen door closes gently behind me and now there's barely enough light to see. I hold my hands out, saying "Illuminate!" Nothing. "Illuuuuuuuuminate!" I squall, but nothing happens. Fear is growing in me, a helpless sense that there's no way out of this hotel. I try to shake that off, instead imagining that there's light coming from an unseen side tunnel... yes, I see it now.



I start crawling through this new tunnel on hands and knees, but it becomes a tighter and tighter squeeze as I move forward. There's light ahead of me, though, and I shimmy desperately forward. Anxiety begins to slip out of my control and I'm soon awake.