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    1. Cafe Conspirators (NLD)

      by , 04-02-2015 at 10:04 PM
      Recall: 2/10 upon waking, 5/10 after finding the thread. It was hard to remember anything at all when I first woke up, but I persisted until a few details came back, and that let me pin down a few detailed scenes at least. The overall plot remained vague. There were a lot of additional fragments from earlier sequences or prior dreams that I've left out.

      I'm hanging out a woman who is at least a generation younger and we're getting dressed to go out. I have a vest in grey and black hues that swirl into one another in a cloud-like pattern, resembling the soft color variations of tie-dye, but subtle and not at all gaudy because of the dark colors. I'm wearing it over a thin long-sleeved, collarless knit shirt. I don't remember the color, maybe sort of mustard or yellow ochre. Then I try on a few pairs of pants to figure out which will match best. I decide on the dark grey corduroys but now I can't find them... where did I put them? I was just trying them on! I go through all the drawers of the dresser and they aren't here. Now I'm stuck wearing dark blue denim pants that don't match at all. I go into the next room and am relieved to find the cords on the bed... not sure how they got there since I didn't remember coming into this room, but I assume I was just spacing out and don't think to RC.

      Some unclear sequences. The young woman and I go into town, and meet up with a third woman, who involves us in some kind of conspiracy. There is a fourth woman visiting town that she wants to engage in conversation under the pretext of just being friendly, but she has some more complex, sinister plan (that I don't remember in the slightest). We follow the visitor and after she ducks into a cafe, we follow suit. It has gotten cold and rainy out, so we pretend we've just stopped in for a hot drink. We hadn't intended to engage the visitor yet; the conspirator wants to do so but the young woman and I are afraid it will come across as too abrupt and awkward, so we are frantically trying to communicate across the table with our eyes and subtle shakes of the head that she should not go approach her. (The interior is small and no one else is here, so we can't speak aloud about our plans.)

      The waitress comes over to see what we want to order. I see a drink named "Raksiteli" on the menu that I'm sure I remember having here before: I recall it is served hot in a tiny glass, tastes like honey mead but is strongly alcoholic. (I think the dream was merging "rkatsiteli," the name of a grape used for Eastern European amber wines, with "raki," a strong spirit that I did once try in a delicious honey-flavored version.) However, each glass was priced at $22, which seemed way too high! I remembered having four or five in a row last time... did I really pay that much? I thought maybe this time I should just get some coffee. I spent so long browsing the menu indecisively that I started to think I must be annoying everyone, so I told the waitress to get the orders of the other people at the table while I made up my mind.

      Meanwhile, the cafe was filling up quickly with other people. The whole time I was inspecting the menu, I was also glancing up occasionally at the woman, the one we were targetting, sitting across the room at the bar. I thought it might help if I caught her eye a couple times, making it seem accidental, so that it wouldn't seem so random if we did decide to approach her. I was startled when she began walking over to us, but it turned out she was joining some people who had recently sat down at the table to our right. This worked out well, because overhearing their discussion (the tables were very close together) we made some comments and soon joined their conversation.

      They were talking about apples for some reason—probably also deciding what to order—and I commented that I really don't like apples, especially cold from the refrigerator. "You should warm them up, then," said the woman sitting on the bench just to my right. I admitted sheepishly that the one way I do like apples was to hollow out the cores and fill them with butter and brown sugar, then bake them in the oven until wrinkled and brown on top. After I confessed my sweet tooth, the visiting woman, our target, now sitting across from me but at the next table, took a plate of whipped cream from their table and offered it to me. I couldn't tell if she was just being kind or if she suspected our plot and was getting ahead of it... might the cream be drugged? Was it intended to knock me out? But I thought it would look suspicious if I didn't accept some. I exchanged some silent glances with the people at my own table while we tried to assess her motives and decide what I should do. Without saying a word, we decided that I would try some of the cream, but that my companions would not, just in case the friendly gesture was something other than it seemed.

      I used an online program to try to create the floorplan of the cafe. I didn't get the proportions quite right, so there should be four seats at the bar in the upper left corner, and two seats across from the wall benches at each of the small tables (allowing them to seat four people each), but this gives a general sense of the layout. I was sitting with the two other woman at the table on the bottom left side of the room, the younger woman to my left and the conspiratorial woman sitting in the chair across from us. The visiting woman was sitting at the bar at first, then moved to one of the chairs facing the table just to the right of ours, where two or three other people were initially sitting.

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      Updated 04-03-2015 at 07:15 PM by 34973

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      non-lucid
    2. lucid? followed by FA Non Lucid with iPad trouble and polite visitor

      by , 10-06-2013 at 10:35 AM
      5:35am
      So I "remember" I got lucid briefly, but I do not now remember that dream nor how I got lucid. Maybe there was a lucid or maybe this part is a false memory and this dream was all about the non lucid false awakening? And e more I think about it the more likely I think that is because I really remember nothing about that lucid, so I think this was a false awakening with a lost false memory of a non existing lucid most likely.

      I remember "waking up" and taking my iPad to the couch to write down my dream. notice I failed to RC upon waking up, argh! And almost did that again a moment ago, but remembered now.

      So there I was about to write my dream down on iPad and I had huge trouble closing down the game app that was there.

      This game up was loud, so it woke up almost everyone else, including a visitor staying over at our home. In waking life we have no such visitor and in fact do not know him, but I did not notice that in the dream. He was a boy, older than my sons, but not a teen yet. He was Asian perhaps Chinese American. Very polite. He came to me, and wanted to know if he could play games on my iPad. I said, no, I am using it, and got to write down my lucid dream before I forget. He accepted that and left. My husband briefly came too.

      I started to have doubts, and thought that it was inhospitable of me to not let the guest have the iPad. and besides I was having trouble operating it. I rationalized that by thinking I must have upgraded the operating system alas. (I should have realized that this was a clue, and reality checked, but I did not!)

      The visitor was in the bathroom, so I was going to prop my iPad on the floor next to the bathroom, so he could see it when he emerged. And that's when he emerged. It was a bit awkward with me still bent down to the floor. I told him, I changed my mind and would let him play. I said that the rules of using the iPad were that he needed to only do stuff on it that his parents would approve, follow his parents rules for electronic device usage. In my dream I think there was a second rule, but I forgot what it was. He politely thanked me.

      So I went to the bedroom to write down my dream on my iPhone instead. y husband grumbled that I had to hurry up, there was not much time. I realized I had forgotten my lucid dream! Although I remembered that there wasn't much to it, just became lucid and woke up, but I wanted to remember what happened before that!

      And that's when I actually woke up.

      7:35am More fragments/dreams - later in the morning, but no awareness

      I attended some sort of birthday party at someone I considered a neighbor in the dream. there was a pond. I noticed some dead fish, so I suggested that my almost 5 year old help pick up the dead fish and a banana and put them in a trash bag. I remember there were some amazing creatures in this pond, including a Betta fish that gracefully glided on top of the water surface and then transformed into a human and walked on the surface of the water. the neighbor got upset with my family for something, don't remember what, and for a while we feared revenge, but then he forgave us. I think especially one family member it was not certain whether he would forgive, but he did.

      my boss and me and a few others were planning to do a job interview, and those who had arranged the interview (some strangers) were saying that maybe my boss would not like the person interviewed, They said it in another language that my boss could not understand, but I could. They said that he might no approve of this person because this person was overweight and American, and while they thought my boss might forgive obesity in a foreigner but not in an American. Meanwhile my boss only understood his name and demanded a translation. I told them they might as well translate or else I would tell him what they had said after they were gone.

      Updated 10-06-2013 at 08:32 PM by 61501

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      non-lucid , false awakening
    3. Missed Exams

      by , 09-02-2013 at 05:59 AM (The Dream Magic Experiment)
      Sept. 1, 2013

      I was in college. School exam. I missed the two days of exam, but I didn't really care. It's like, okay, I missed it, moving on.

      Logging in on a computer. "Fee pe." I keep writing the wrong password or wrong name.

      I was eating. I became Ray. An aunt arrived (around 60 years old and above, unfamiliar face). She barely acknowledged him/me (watching as third person). We ate food. She liked the food (nilaga) that I cooked. There was another woman with her, longer hair, same age. I invited her to eat, she just said it's okay, she's full, apparently from eating somewhere else prior. She looked bored, or maybe looks down at me.

      Updated 09-02-2013 at 06:03 AM by 47454

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      non-lucid
    4. 08132012-1st dream, Visitor Child

      by , 08-16-2012 at 07:24 AM
      I'm not used to staring at people directly, face-to-face so this dream took me by surprise.

      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In my house I’m in my living room and someone is at thedoor. I’m not expecting anyone so it’s surprising to hear the knocking. Lookingover at my front door I see a bed-sheet hanging from the ceiling over thedoorway. It appears the door is still in place but the sheet covers it on theinside and the person knocking is already inside my house. [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As I stare at this odd sight I become lucid, I know it’s notright for a sheet or a stranger to be there so I lean forward for a closerlook. My movement is more like that of a ghost flying towards the door and Ifind myself face-to-face with the visitor, a black child staring at me throughthe blue semi-transparent sheet. I don’t know the boy though he clearly hassome intent and we seem to be examining each other closely. The details of hisface are impressively visible through the fabric.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Who is it?” I ask him this but I’m not expecting an answer.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I’m David. Just David.” [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I still don’t know this child yet I let him in the housewithout a second thought. He walks in and sits down in my living room,seemingly known to my daughter . I stepback and watch as they share Tinker Toys and laugh while I turn around toexamine my hands. As I turn the room changes into my room in a different house,the walls gone and the sounds of laughter immediately silenced. The experienceis almost scary and briefly I attempt to ask myself, “Well, how did I gethere?” The thought barely forms when I wake up being kicked by my daughter.[/SIZE][/FONT]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And the dream ends.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
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      lucid
    5. Nighttime Visitor

      by , 06-26-2012 at 03:58 PM
      This is a strange one. I dreamed that my husband and I were having some work done on the back of our house. He had hired two guys to do most of the work. One of them was an older, short and kind of stocky man from Mexico. He apparently had a crush on me and liked to follow me around. Nighttime came, and my husband and I were getting ready for bed. The workers were supposed to have left much earlier. I was turning out the lights in the kitchen when I saw someone move outside the window. I shut off the lights immediately and ran to hide in the front part of the house. It looked like the worker with the crush, but why was he there so late? Suddenly, I heard footsteps. He had gotten in the house somehow! I hid in a small bed and covered myself with blankets. Surely he couldn't see me or know I was there in the dark. The footsteps got closer and closer and louder. Finally, I could tell he was in the room with me. I was near panic. I was could tell he was close by, and I was afraid he would try to restrain me. My heart was pounding. I wanted to scream so my husband could hear me, but no sound would come out. He kissed my ear instead.

      I woke up immediately from this dream and sat up in bed. To my horror, there was someone standing beside my bed! I thought it was a home invasion. I jumped so hard and grabbed my husband with both arms. For once, he did not wake up. The figure looked like a tall and rather thin young man. He jumped back when I moved and appeared to be rather cowed, as if he had not meant to frighten me. We stared at each other for what seemed like a long while. It was dark, but I could see his form, just not his face. Then he faded away like mist. It was about 2:30 am. My heart pounded for awhile after this. My chest hurt like I was going to have a heart attack.

      Perhaps my brain was slow to regain consciousness and my dream was pasted over reality somehow? If this was so, then why did the man change from how he looked in the dream? Why was I able to stare at him for so long? Or he could have been a ghostly visitor perhaps, and my brain made up the dream as a result of his visit?
    6. Penthouse Blues

      by , 04-20-2012 at 03:29 PM (Three Fold Utopian Dreams)
      yes…Yes, I know…. I don't write my DJ often but for the record, I have good reason. I suffer from a horrible disorder called L.A.S… also known as Lazy Ass Syndrome. Needless to say, I feel the effects of this crippling disorder everyday & I’m sure you all can sympathize. But anyways, I digress…
      This DJ entry is consists of my dreams from the other night. It was one long continuous dream which is out of the ordinary for me. As always, my thoughts during the dream are italicized. Also, moments of lucidity are usually specified.

      Kaomea & The Lingerie Thief

      I’m sitting on a big round comfy beige couch in a penthouse apartment. I recognize the place. Kaomea & I often meet here in dreams but this thought doesn’t bring lucidity. I’m watching Dog the Bounty Hunter on a huge flat screen that’s mounted in front of one of several waterfalls flowing throughout our rooftop penthouse. I have a feast of food laid out on the couch in front of me and I'm grubbing down like a starving Ethiopian child… mumbling snide remarks about the bounty hunter in between bites.
      God, if only people knew what a douche he & his wife are in real life…
      I wish there was another show I could watch to see footage of home…
      Damn, this fried chicken is bomb-


      Kaomea: “tsk… tsk… tsk…”


      I look over mid bite to see Kaomea leaning against a pillar by the front door smirking at me with her arms crossed. I try to keep from laughing with a mouth full of food.


      Me: “What? What’d I do?” I give her a silly innocent look.

      Kaomea: “What if I was some hot maintenance guy here to fix the garbage disposal or something? Huh?”
      Me (mouth full of food): “Ok, first off… the garbage disposal is working fine… I think. Second, you’re not a hot maintenance guy and third, I think he’d let my less than graceful demeanor slide once I offered to let him lick some of this gravy off my nipple… so ha. In yo face.”
      Kaomea: “oh eww! Gravy? Com’on Gypsy… Seriously?” She playfully shivers & pretends to gag.
      Me: “Hey… don't judge me… besides, you haven’t tasted this gravy… It… like… welcomes you to flavor country with every bite…”

      I blissfully lick some gravy off my finger. She rolls her eyes & walks towards the back bedrooms laughing to herself. I turn my attention back to my food feast; take a couple more bites & start cleaning up. I'm making room in the fridge for leftovers when I hear some drawers slam. I can hear Kaomea mumble grumbling from the bedroom.


      Kaomea: “Seriously? What the faaawk!”

      Me: "Everything alright in there, buddy?” I mockingly ask.

      I start to walk towards the back from the kitchen to see what she’s fussing about. She walks out of one of the rooms and meets me in the hallway with two fist full’s of bras. My bras…


      Me: “uh…” I stare blankly at her. Totally confused.

      Kaomea: “ok…so, I have a favor to ask…”
      Me: “…o…k….” we both start giggling at this point.
      Kaomea: “umm, so…. Is it cool if I borrow… a bra?”
      Me: “…should I even ask where yours are?”
      Kaomea: “I was gonna ask you….”
      Me: “pssh, don't look at me bro…” I give her a raised brow.
      Kaomea (laughing): “nah man, I'm serious! I have no idea where they are! I went to change & all my bras were gone! Just my bras…. Nothing else. This makes no sense.”

      we both start cracking up again and I jokingly tell her that she can borrow a bra as long as she puts the rest back safely. I follow her back into the room to help her try and find her own bras to no avail.



      The Visitor

      I return to the kitchen, finish cleaning up, then go to change my clothes. I start to fall into autopilot as I throw on my signature “dream adventure time” outfit (Lol). I slip on my slacks, suspenders, wife beater, weapons, & hat... I stare at myself & out the window behind me through the mirror… I start to slip into foggy thoughts….
      what's with the clouds rolling in?
      Why so anxious?
      Where’s the sunlight?
      Why am I putting this on?
      Haven’t worn this since… a dream.
      Cloudy days are for napping…
      cloudy days are for dreaming…
      Dreaming gypsies…
      gypsy is dreaming…
      this is a dream.



      I “fall” back into myself with my reflection. I am lucid. And of course as usual, I start to feel the dream destabilize because of my excitement of being aware.
      Chill the fuck out…
      Don't fuck it up…
      Hold onto it…
      Hold…
      Relax…
      Flow…


      I take a slow breath & the scene relaxes a lil’ bit. I decide it’d be best to do something mundane until I can calm down a bit more because I really don't want to lose the dream. I walk back into the living room & plop myself on the couch leaning over the back. There’s floor to ceiling windows everywhere. This penthouse is magnificent. With water flowing in the walls and underneath the floors from waterfalls all over the room to random pools of water scattered throughout with luscious plants & vines. The glass windows open up to a rooftop pool lounge area… Beautiful. I admire the architecture but its short lived. I see those same clouds in the distance rolling in… swiftly getting closer. The air is suddenly quiet, dark, & cold…Time feels still. I hear Kaomea playing some music in one of the back rooms & I lose myself in the overcast…
      Those clouds…
      They’re for me…
      I can feel it…
      how do I know?



      The doorbell rings.

      It startles me and the dream begins to “melt”. I stand and use slooowww… steady steps to pull the dream back as I walk towards the door. I realize I'm starting to feel… strange…
      like I’m being pulled… lured… by an unknown essence…
      My emotions begin to stir… I can’t place why and I grow more uncomfortable with every step.
      I’m fighting with my thoughts at this point…
      There’s someone at the door…
      answer it…
      No, something’s not right…
      Open it…
      but it’s not safe…
      Open it…
      No, Don’t….
      No, Gypsy…
      Stay in control…
      But… I just wanna let them in…


      I reach the door and notice the bracelet (weapon) on my left wrist glowing dimly. I put my left hand on the door and place my lips lightly on the crease that separates the door from the frame. I have no idea why I'm doing this but the soft draft seeping between my slightly parted lips feels so good… my breath shallows. I close my eyes…

      fight it, Gypsy…

      A wave of fear washes over me… I know I'm slowly losing control but the instinctual alarms within me are fading into a whisper.

      The doorbell rings again. I am not startled.

      Me: “who is it…”


      Silence.

      Answer me…

      Me: “tell me your name…”


      Silence.

      I just wanna hear your voice…

      I can taste their energy through the door…. spilling in with the draft onto my lips. I lick them… I just can’t help it. A mixture of curiosity, fear, & lust collide in my conscious. The doorbell rings again & I force myself to step back from the pull of the door. I can’t take it anymore.

      They’re waiting…
      Let them in…


      I roll my bracelet into my hand from my wrist with one last drop of self preservation & control. Feeling the weight of my chain manifest & drop… I brace myself as I grab the doorknob with my right hand & pull. It flies open with a powerful force that makes me cover my face & step back….

      I open my eyes and stare into the foyer.
      It’s empty.
      No…
      Please…


      I step past the door and scan the area with my breath heavy & heart racing. The silence is deafening. There are no other doors…. just a couple of windows to my sides and elevators in front of me.

      My eyes start to water out of anger, fear, & confusion.
      No…
      I’m sorry…
      Come back…
      Please….
      Please don't do this to me…


      I whip my chain towards the ground out of frustration & the sound echoes through the entranceway like thunder.
      Why do I feel like this?...
      What did you do to me?
      It isn’t fair…
      I don't understand…
      How could you just leave?


      Kaomea: “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!?!”


      I jump at the sound of her voice and spin around, wiping tears from my eyes… I meet her gaze. She’s standing at the door… soaking wet in a towel with a look of pure bewilderment in her eyes. She sees the tears in mine and I can hear her in my head frantically asking if I'm hurt….

      The room starts to spin… I try to walk towards her but I lose my footing & fall, cracking my head on the marble floor. I feel an intense pain rip through my head. I close my eyes to try and stabilize. I open them slowly….
      and to be honest, I don't think I’ve been so happy to see the dull white walls of my bedroom in awhile.
      Fin.
    7. Visit from the deceased (1st entry)

      by , 07-22-2010 at 11:53 PM
      Ok so I thought that today would be a great day to start my dream journal because I had a really unique experience last night. I've been putting this off for like weeks so i'll be adding a couple dreams i wrote down after this too. I've waited all day so I can't remember all of the dream but before bed, we got a call from a family friend who is a self-proclaimed psychic. She said that my grandfather that she never knew personally, (and who died 2 weeks ago) had been bugging her for 4 days. She asked a lot of questions and said a lot of things but what's important is that she told me i'd be getting a visit from him in a dream. Lo and behold, it happened. I remember thinking i had woken up (on the top bunk which is contradictory; would have been a great time for RC. Oh well.){Is there a word for falsely waking? can't remember} and seeing a piece of paper taped to the ceiling. It had a poem on it in grandpa's handwriting and on the back it had a small personal note signed by him. During the dream I could vividly make out the writing but I have since forgotten it. This is funny because I had sort of told my grandpa (spoken out loud to the air) that I didn't really wanna see him personally in a dream because it would freak me out. He was always so considerate...
    8. I am No Name.

      by , 07-13-2010 at 11:15 PM (A World In My Head!!)
      July 7ish 2010

      Synopsis: A strange man in my bedroom claims to be the deceased brother of my friend. I don't believe him.

      I am No Name
      I was having a false awakening. My bedroom is very strange, like it's a mix of every bedroom I've ever lived in. Family, friends and co-workers come in and out of my bedroom, waking me up, asking me random things. Every time I roll over and go back to sleep.

      I get up, and when I turn around, there's a strange boy sitting on my bed. He seemed so comfortable in my space it might as well be his bedroom. He was very nice and soft spoken. I don't remember all of our conversation.

      But then he says "I have multiple personalities."

      I think all of my friends are crazy, so I say "Oh, it's okay."

      He lowers his head. What happens next was so jarring it made me lucid, but only for a few brief moments.

      His head, hanging low, starts to shake violently! The hair transforms from brown to black. The neck completely detaches from the body as if on a hinge. The freed head-neck makes a complete 360 degree turn, going in and out of the chest as if it was only air. The head slowly raises up, and the neck snaps back into place.



      His face completely changed!

      "I am No Name. . . 'J'. . ."

      I thought he was trying to steal my name! " 'J' is my name!"

      He turns towards one of my drawings. "Did you use color pencils for this?"

      "Yes! I had to buy a lot of pencils, it took me hours to finish it."

      He looks around my room, and looks at me as if he's trying to analyze me. I wonder why he's so interested in me or why he's here on my bed. Then he tells me,

      "I am Chris' brother."

      I have no idea who's he talking about. I sorta know a Chris, but he doesn't a brother. Or does he mean a different Chris? When it's clear that he's confused me he changes his original statement.

      "I am 'R's brother."

      R is my friend from work. Her brother died years ago, and she isn't comfortable talking about it, at least not with me. So he was claiming to be her deceased brother visiting me in a dream.

      "Really? You're R's brother?"

      "Yes. And my name is spelled with two E's, not one."

      "Oh, I didn't know that." Actually, I don't know what Rs brother name is.

      He asks me "Is the family still living down on Wurzbach."

      "No??"

      But the question didn't make any sense to me. Because as far as I know R's family never lived on that road. They don't even live in this city!

      Hey, I've got questions for him. "She doesn't talk about you. (It was years ago). Why doesn't she talk about you?"

      He looks annoyed with my question and stands up. His face transforms again. This time he's anglo with fiery blond hair. I don't know what compelled me to say it, but I yell at him.

      "Did you ever did anything to her? Did you ever hurt her in any way?"

      He's pissed now! "WHAT ARE YOU GETTING AT? HUH? WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY!" He nearly knocks down half of my room. I don't like that angry look in his eyes.

      I woke up shortly after.

      I was too scared to ask my friend if her family ever did live on a road wurzbach. Or if her brothers name is spelled with two Es. I figure this dream character isn't who he says he is, except that he has No Name.

      Tags: home, lying, visitor
      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment