non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening On my teenage bedroom, going to sleep late, keeping a light on. With some friends at a party hosted by Björk. I hurt a finger and burst a blood vessel internally, so I cut open a little bit of the flesh to squeeze some blood out, but instead come out little orange spiders. I empty my entire finger until it becomes transparent and naturally it refills with fluids and muscle. It starts working wonderfully and I realize I need do do the same procedure with all my fingers which are painful and stiff, but I can't find the courage to see more spiders coming out of me, I am freaking out at the thought. Then thorny vines start bursting out through my skin and I also try to remove them one by one and it is painful. Meanwhile I am feeling a bit hallucinated with all that is happening to me and I decided that maybe that was it: I was indeed hallucinating! and I enter a strange mental crazy state, dancing like mad and Björk asks me if I'm alright. My friend Nuno says I need to continue extracting the spiders to heal and I say "What, so it was real? You did see it?" And they confirm with a nod. Friend's mansion, looking for one of the many toilets, end up in the laundry room, which is bigger than my living room and dinning room together and has a fireplace. My own house is attached to a pharmacy which is all made of glass walls. One night I hear noise at the pharmacy door and I go take a look. There is a gang of guys planning to rob it. They see me peaking though a door, because there is an all night light on illuminating the whole place. I hear them commenting that I'll be the final prize. I get scared, because I know they can get inside the pharmacy easily by breaking the glass. So I go back to the house, lock the door behind me and go check all other doors in my house. Then freak out that they are all unlocked and I can't find the key. There is a festival promoting a new food, made from some sea creature or algae, that people never ate before. It is processed into some green waffle toasts and also a spread. I try the spread, tastes weird like raw pureed seaweed. They are asking name suggestions for the products. There are some names on the table already and I see one that looks like Okeje.
-1(L)-First, I had a false awakening, where I still trying to get to sleep. I did a reality check, and was like, “oh.” Suddenly, the time turned from 2 something to 8:53 am, where the dream alarm was to go off at 8:55. -2-Tom Paris (ST: Voyager) created brown goo that he won an award for. I don’t remember what it was used for, but it had something to do with creating more ships. -3(L)-I spawned in my house (shocker!) and I wanted to ask my subconscious some questions. I hopped on the dream main computer and searched for a program. I was looking for a way to enter a question into a field, and perhaps receive the answer in text form. What I got was a program that wasn’t obvious about what I was looking for. It had tons of options and cool stuff, but I didn’t find the question field. -4-At least my cousin J came over while I was playing something similar to DKR. He was like, ‘DKR…’ and I was like, “F-Zero.” As I was suddenly playing DKR, I thought about how much better DKR was than Mario Kart 64. J stuck around for a while in the dream. [New Scene] There was this super angry kid. I’m not sure why he was so mad, but he tried punching me, so I ran into a room up some stairs, and got out my phone to film him. I was expecting some kind of shocked look from him(since he was from the 1980s), but he never showed up. To my right was either J or my other cousin K (can’t remember which). My younger sister and some other female of similar age walked up the stairs to about where I was. Then, they laughed about something for a second. [New Scene] For some reason, I was standing on some tiny buildings when I then fell halfway into the water. Just before impact, I threw my phone onto a small plastic balcony so it wouldn’t get waterlogged. Once I got out of the water, I retrieved my phone and moved on. -5(L)-So there was a conflict going on between a bunch of bear people, and one lion person. The lion guy had a small lion tail, so I could easily identify him. He was lost, likely homeless, and clearly did not like bears. The surroundings were mostly rolling hills of gravel. In the woods atop the cliff, the bears where prepared for battle with one guy. One of them had caught the scent of him in the dirt, so that bear chomped on what he had hoped to be the lion guy. He got angry when he found that it was just dirt. Btw, the bearhumans were easily identifiable by the specific and consistent shape of their facial hair pattern. Next, I spawned in the part where they were charging at me. I continued to run, until I came to the edge of the cliff, where I imagined a super long vine from the sky. I grabbed the vine, which took me to another part of the cliff that was far away. That was the last I saw of the bears. [New (L) Scene] I spawned in my house again. This time, I said, “Exit!” and the exit to the holodeck appeared. “Computer, end program.” The program ended for the most part except for the couch. Finally, I exited the holodeck, and walked down the hallway to the left. [New Scene] I spawned on the north hill of the block, near the bottom. I had some kind of seat and my older sister had a computer chair. It was noted that my seat could change direction while sliding downhill, but the chair could not. Then, a short school bus drove to the opening of the cul-de-sack and stopped, letting one kid out. As it was leaving, I noticed a piece of yellow orange metal on the ground, same color as the bus. I walked over and picked it up while under the dream impression that it did not originate from the bus. Time: 3m5s—5m30s
Morning of March 26, 2017. Sunday. I am in a distorted scene where the main characters seem unknown, but could be implied to be versions of certain relatives, especially as I am in a variation of the Loomis Street house’s backyard. There is no fence on the south side as was in reality. The neighbors to the south are in a house that is to the west a full house distance more (into what otherwise was the backyard) than the real location. The neighbors seem to be versions of neighbors I had in Florida as a boy but their daughter is not seen. However, I do hear the father and his supposed daughter arguing when I am outside at night (apparently when she is visiting, though she is much older than her parents, which makes no sense; that is, she is about fifty and the “father” seems in his thirties). Someone loudly says, “That is a really stupid thing to argue about”. There is one scene where I am lying on my left side at the northwest corner of their house. It is still nighttime. The man comes out (from what seems to be the back door near the northeast corner of the house) and is oddly not angry at my imposition (though he still seems annoyed and seems to take on a somewhat sarcastic attitude). He throws a blanket on me and tells me to have a good night’s sleep, though more to himself as he thinks I am sleeping. After he goes back inside, I get up and go to the other backyard. The main scene involves an unusual vegetation feature on the back of the Loomis Street house (to the left of the back door when outside). There are at least two large vines, one growing oranges and the other grapefruit. Mixed in with these dense plants are a large number of spiderwebs and many golden silk orb-weaver spiders, both adults and newly hatched. A few people visit and say that I could probably sell the citrus fruits. I pick one and it has a lot of small bumps on it, the peel yellowish in spots. The rest do not seem fully ripe. The vegetation goes very high; up to the roof. I would need a ladder to get many of them. I get the impression that people would not want to buy them due to small spiders possibly being inside some of them, though mostly just under the peel. (Considering that I lived next to an orange grove for years, it seems unusual that my dream self thought of citrus as growing on vines.)
Morning of March 4, 2017. Saturday. Dream #: 18,338-01. Reading time (optimized): 1 min. I am possibly in the Daintree Rainforest. There is a river nearby. It seems to be late at night or a few hours before dawn. I am a young girl, and I have no discernible association with my waking life identity or any recall of it. I have full body awareness with a realistic perception of my small size. After I walk into a clearing, an unknown man approaches me. He tells me to climb a particular vine and lifts me so I can hang on to it. The vividness of my movement is realistic. I feel the physical effort I use to climb higher, even tiring for a short time now and then. I am unsure why I need to climb the vine, but I obey the man, who soon runs off. I climb higher and higher. In the distance, after I am near the top of the vine where it hangs from a tall tree, I see the heads of two dinosaurs, probably tyrannosaurs. They do not see me, but I am wary. (My distance from the ground may not be beyond their reach.) I crouch behind a couple of thicker branches. The dinosaurs do not approach the area I am in by the time I wake. Climbing represents trying to return to consciousness. This dream’s process is vestibular modulation (as exit point modulation) with a female simulacrum (me) though the male simulacrum initiates the process by placing me on the vine. The potential of being swallowed breaks the illusion.
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