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    1. Old work colleague

      by , 06-10-2018 at 08:05 AM
      Hi everyone!

      I had a dream last night, it was set in my current workplace, and I had some new work colleagues. One was a person I recognised from my old workplace..! A person who famously thought they were above working at work.. I was trying to tell my colleagues about our history.

      I woke up then, feeling like that really happened..!

      Updated 06-10-2018 at 11:13 PM by 63669

      Categories
      non-lucid
    2. Stay out of the acid pits...

      by , 12-18-2014 at 03:41 AM
      ... They dissolve. And that's deadly.

      Back in 2001-2004 as those years are called by many, I had dreams.

      One was similar to The Sims: One Sim, A Light-Skinned Female with brown hair and blue jeans and a grey short-sleeve shirt knocked two others into an acid pit with a rod before jumping in herself. Then there was a part where I told another person, A girl about three years younger than I am, something about Acid not being good.

      Another was within a large building (made of stone?) and it had very large doors more then three times the height of the people who went through them. There were seats for many people on either side of the door (the path was only in-between the seats, to my recollection though I wonder if I'm missing something) and at one point there was a guy who abhorred (or at least it looked that way) what his lords/masters/bosses were doing so he announced his departure. He walked out and was thence dissolved in a pit of acid that his ex-boss or bosses made appear between the seats. The lord then walked and I think talked, then (while he was not paying attention) walked into the acid pit himself and died. Very dead.

      Updated 01-10-2015 at 06:49 AM by 61868

      Categories
      non-lucid , nightmare , memorable
    3. The Gestapo are Coming; This Kid Will Help Me!

      by , 10-29-2014 at 06:35 PM
      29th October 2014

      Not a particularly exciting one, but I figured I'd plonk it down for posterity, as it's the first entry in which I've began writing "Dream Notes" at the end, in accordance with a Dream Journal Tutorial I read a while back:

      A few recollections from tonight, patchy though they may be. In the first scene, I had gone for a dinner with an old couple; something told me that the older man was either a close family friend or well-known distant relative. He had a gaunt face, was exceptionally skinny with ribbed, wrinkled hands, and was bald but for a few tufts of white hair sprouting up from above his ears; his wife was a large-apron wearing type, and I don't remember seeing her face. Their house was a pleasant place, with an old-time French country feel about it, with rustic wooden counters and floors. We sat down for a meal, though I don't remember what was said.

      There was a drive back somewhere in a black Volkswagen Beetle. I sat in the back with the old man, a third person dream camera focused on us, I was on the left and he was on the right (according to the camera's point of view; it would've been the other way 'round for us). He looked very weak, and leaned into my ear to say something ominous in a croaked voice, something about knowing something or someone was coming for me. All I knew was that I ought to be scared, and I was.

      We returned to a caravan site where I'd been staying; it was typical fare, a few grassy patches, an ugly square toilet block with wheelie bins put out in front of it, not very many trees. As I observed the toilet-block, a horrible thought dawned on me about what the old man meant; the Gestapo were coming, I knew. This was an alternate realty in which the Nazis won WWII! (I've been reading a book called Fatherland by Robert Harris recently, set in such a world, which would explain this). I ran, getting a first person view through my then-caravan, which was pretty messy, with wooden floors and pans lying all over the cooker; oddly dim and long for a caravan, but I thought nothing of it. That scene (rummaging through the caravan) was probably briefly after the scene I had about to write, come to think of it: Through what few trees there were, a little kid came in a light blue T-shirt; he had short-cropped blonde hair. He said something to me, and before I knew it, the scene suddenly jumped:

      We were now on a grassy bank, a large Omega Elite parked on the edge of the hill, and a thick mist ahead, with a vaguely discernible mesh fence only just piercing the gloom. The kid was sitting in the driver's seat, and I was trying to discourage him from starting the car, but he was having none of it; he turned the key in the ignition. I grabbed the key and turned it back, I felt irritated, but no overtly angry.Something told me he was intending to help me against the Gestapo. There was a scene where he was standing outside my caravan on a slightly brighter morning, which looked smaller on the outside, and had a cream tarpaulin canopy over the door; I was standing in cream clothing, the same colour as the canopy, with a mug of coffee, the dream camera in third person; the kid was telling me something, and we had apparently teamed up despite our altercation over the car, but I don't remember what was said, or what happened next, as it was at this point that I woke up. That's all I can recall of tonight's dreams.

      Dream Notes: Slept for about 7.5 hours considering awakenings/margins of error. The dream didn't feel particularly long, maybe 40 or 50 minutes, stretched over all scenes, even though there seemed to be time-skips and jump-cuts. I fell asleep at about 3:20 a.m, dreamed briefly of something I don't remember, waking an hour later at about 4:31 a.m, then fell asleep again until about 11:30 a.m. I would put the dream's vividness about 5/10, and my awareness at about 2/10. Emotions felt: Anxiety, fear, irritation, protectiveness (during the car scene). There weren't anything I've yet recorded as a dream sign, but I think I should start to consider caravans as such, as I realise they've appeared in a number of my dreams thus far. I didn't really bother using my MILD technique tonight, I just told myself that I wanted to at least recall my dream unlike the previous night, which I did successfully. I had to lay still for a while to recall everything.

      Updated 10-29-2014 at 06:38 PM by 52715

      Categories
      non-lucid
    4. Swimteam Fireworks // Miss Michigans // Crowd Like Water

      by , 07-09-2014 at 01:01 AM (The Kestrel's Dreams)
      July 06, 2014




      Swim Team Fireworks

      I was a little girl on a swim team, and I was really good friends with the coach's son. But his mother hated me, and manipulated her husband into not letting me do anything with the team. I got estranged from them. She hated me because her son was probably in love with me. I started to live on my own in a rectangular house. It was one big room instead of multiple smaller ones; Except that there was a small bathroom in the back, right in the middle. So I was living on my own in this big house (I don't know what had happened to my parents, but they weren't there any longer. I had been living with the best friend, but his mother had driven me out)

      While I was living on my own, I somehow got a huge wound in my side. I was bed-ridden for two weeks. I barely ate, and no one was there to take care of me. I was also bleeding a lot for those two weeks, so by the time someone found me, I was very weak. I forgot who it was that found me, but I get the feeling it was either another of the little boys on my swim team (we always argued and he made fun of me all the time) or a neighbor because they hadn't seen me leave the house at all in two weeks and wanted to check on me.

      I was in the hospital for a while, but I don't remember how long. After the hospital, child protective services put me up in the fanciest hotel in town, in the penthouse. When I was able to see the swim team again, just before 4th of July, I asked one of them if they had been worried about me while I was away, but they didn't seem to know what I was talking about... The mother of my best friend had cleaned my whole house and made it look like nothing had happened at all.

      On the day of the 4th, I knew that my friends in the swim team would be going to a certain spot to see the fireworks, like we had all done for years. I spent the night at my house instead of the hotel penthouse, and then walked to the spot where the team would meet up. I had to walk down my street (turning right out of the house) for a while, and then down a hill that spanned maybe 50-feet of elevation. There were steps along the road for people to walk on, and shrubs and trees and grass lining everything. The street leveled off, and then almost immediately I turned right on the main street, which was a boulevard and looked very Florida-like to me. The team was sitting a little ways away, and I went up to them to sit with them, but the mother glared at me as I approached, and so I instead turned right and climbed the hill a little ways, sitting behind and to the left of the team. I watched them having fun and wished I could join them... As the fireworks started, I moved closer and closer to the group until I was just on the edge of it.

      Then, there was an intermission in the fireworks, and the mother was taking a small group of them to the convenience store to get snacks. I snuck onto the back of the golf-cart they were taking, because the boy who always fought with me invited me to come with them. The mother didn't notice I was there until we'd already gotten to the store, and she couldn't just leave me there, so she grudgingly paid for my snack to make it look like she didn't hate me, so the other kids wouldn't hate her.

      We all went back to the golf cart and sat for a while before we drove back; I gave the boy who used to fight with me some gummy glasses, and told him "there's a swimmer's note on it!" (don't ask me what that means. It's gibberish to me...) He giggled, and the three other children (except my best friend, I think he was jealous) accused us of being all lovey-dovey and asked if we were a couple now. But he got all embarrassed and said we were just normal friends, then told me, "hands off the swim clothes!"

      I don't know what that meant either, but I think he said that sort of thing to me often. "Hands off the --- clothes!" Or something. I don't know.



      Miss Michigan

      I (and everyone in my cohort) were former Miss Michigans (yes even the one guy in my classes was a former Miss Michigan haha!)

      We had all organized a carpool system to all the competitions, and as we were entering one of them, one of us dropped something. I picked it up for her, and as I handed it to her, she told me under her breath that I should avoid something, though I can't remember what it was that I should avoid.



      Crowd like Water

      I was some sort of cat human (a little like a Felinetta) thing, and I was walking in an elaborate garden at night (there was a stone slab in the center, engraved, but I didn't catch what was written on it), when I met a sort of dog-human-thing. We sang a beautiful duet and acted out a dramatic love scene from a book we both loved. There was lots of moonlight and star-twinkles and I think some twittering, tweeting yellow birdies. Very Disney.

      Fast forward a lot of years, and I am the daughter of these two animal-people. I now had a baby brother who was just learning to walk. We had taken him to the garden where or parents had met and duet-ed, but we suddenly had to flee, because the secret police were trying to neutralize us. My parents say we must leave my little brother in the garden until it's safe to come back and get him (they knew that the police would never harm a baby, even the baby of someone they were after), but I refused to leave him, and picked him up. We ran, and as I passed the stone slab in the center, I suddenly could read it in a glance: It was a prophecy that stated that my parents being together would bring about the destruction of the world.

      As we ran, we slowly changed into full-humans. We ran up what looked like the stairs in my Oma's house, then through a wide alleyway, and then dad whips out my real dad's old white car (the one he had when I was a toddler. He got rid of that thing YEARS and YEARS ago! It was the one my parents always told us could fly haha)

      "Dad you still have this thing?!" I said as I got in, setting my brother down in the seat next to me.
      "Ohhh yeaaahhhh~"

      So we drive out of the alleyway, and as we're doing it, a brand new, shiny BMW is driving toward us. There's not enough room for both of us to be there, but the shiny BMW graciously slims up and pulls over to the side to let us pass. I realized this was weird, and looked down at my hands; Two thumbs again. This time it was my left hand, and the copy-thumb mirrored every movement of my real thumb.

      So, I was dreaming. A woman suddenly walked out in front of the car, and stopped there, in the middle of the street, and just kinda lazily looked around. I yelled at her to move, or else I would have dad run her over (I wanted to see her reaction). She wasn't all that impressed, but she did move, and we went on our way. We ALL (even the baby brother) flipped her off and called her a bitch. Suddenly, there were tons of people all around us. We'd come out of the alley and into a bazaar-type marketplace, and it was packed.

      We keep driving, and I watch as we quite literally plow through people. They didn't move out of the way at all as we moved by; instead, they rolled over the car and landed exactly where they'd been standing before. It was like water. They just flowed over and around us, without batting an eyelash. When we got through the crowd, everyone stopped whatever they had been doing and applauded us. "YOU MADE IT!" They were shouting.

      I got out of the car, and wanted to try taking off my clothes while they were all looking, but woke up before I could get anything off.

      Updated 07-12-2014 at 07:56 PM by 69491

      Categories
      lucid
    5. A Debate on Dreaming Techniques

      by , 04-23-2012 at 05:53 PM
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]This is my first dream today that I remembered when I woke up at 6A.M. [/SIZE][/FONT]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I am in a large caboose, the last car in a train that I haveno clue as to its destination. I am discussing methods of lucid dreaming withseveral people, and of particular interest to everyone is the WILD method. Anew method of WILD has been proposed, and it involves bending over so that oneísrear is high in the air, and something related to the number zero.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I bend over to demonstrate, my terrycloth pink underwear ondisplay for all to see, including myself (as the observer of this dream). Atthis point something is supposed to happen with zero, but it is never madeclear. Still, a large zero is represented near me, possibly a piece ofconstruction paper with a zero printed on it.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The scene shifts to outside the train car and I am talkingto an older man about dream control. He is bearded, has thinning hair on top,and is wearing a red and black costume. For some reason I think he is Russian.He reminds me of characters I have seen from czarist Russia, with puffy pantsand slightly oversized tops that allow a lot of breathing room. The manís pantsare tucked in to his black boots.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]This man is telling me something important, possibly awarning about not digging too deep into my subject of interest. Sadly, I cannotrecall what he was trying to warn me about.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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    6. The Prophet (Between 20th July 2011 to 21st July 2011) Second Dream

      by , 10-19-2011 at 01:05 PM (Oneiric Mirror)
      M is talking to everyone about the fact that spirits will come down to Earth, around the year 2012, in great numbers to speak to the living.
    7. Complex Computer Screen Warning

      by , 04-28-2011 at 05:18 AM
      WAKING LIFE DREAMING LUCID
      BOLD IF IT FEELS PARTICULARLY SIGNIFICANT


      From 4/22/11

      Computer screen
      Trying to do something important
      Black screen with white lettering popped up. A warning. A long, deep warning.


      Iím not sure if I felt very concerned about the warning, it may have seemed superficial emotionally. Iíve waited too many days to look back on it though, to really remember.
    8. Dream Warning

      by , 02-11-2011 at 05:00 AM
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      I have plenty of unimportant dreams then...

      I wake up an hour before I need to and have some resolve to change dreams up a bit.
      I am visiting a former work place to tell them about how great my new career path is. Before I see anyone I see Scott my old manager and work buddy. He looks at me harshly and I see that he has died his head and face hair blond! He looks so strange now! He glares at me while working his crummy job and I walk off to think about why this is not how I planned it. I was supposed to come back and tell them how great my life was and they were supposed to gush with happiness! Now I saw this blond Scott again and he gave me a very angry look as if to tell me I was not wanted here.
      This seems like a warning dream. Strangely I did think going back I would be greeted by gushing happiness but now after this dream I can see no way! That job sucked on an epic level, so much you tend to hate life and even happiness. There is no way that they would be truly happy to see me. I have worked there and been the one working in hell and watching others comer back and prance around in happiness and I felt like strangling them. How could I have been so consciously blind? Thanks dreams for putting me on the straight path. BTW the job from hell was WalMart.
      Tags: job, walmart, warning
      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable , side notes
    9. Housefinding in an unknown city

      by , 08-11-2010 at 03:02 PM
      Tonight, I only got 7 hours of sleep ... I only remember one dream, and it wasn't lucid. But I'll post it just for fun.
      Didn't spell-check.

      I and my parents drove around in a city. We somehow got out of the car, I dont remember, and walked
      past by some houses. The entrances were under the shade of some trees and it looked pretty nice.
      I remember being afraid that something like bugs fell down from the trees. My parents kind of discussed
      how nice it would be to live here, and I responded that I am not sure. When I looked at the top of the
      building, the building#s architecture was kind of blocky, with some kind of ring under each window and
      red bricks, there was some sun. Nobody quite seemed to live there, tho.
      Later, we were in some kind of area that was full of old, graffitti-painted buildings, kind of like
      "Alsen". It was like a space, surrounded by all these buildings, with one entrance. It was a sunny day,
      we were waiting for someone, a woman I think, she came later to talk to my parents. I think it was
      about buying an estate. I looked around, being my usual self, I heard some music coming from one of the
      buildings, hiphop-like, so I suspected somebody must be spraying in there. I don't remember if I saw
      anyone when I looked in that direction. But after I looked around more, there were several people.
      One of them, I think he had black long hair and wore glasses, warned me about something that left
      me confused. Something like "don't go into the school building(s)"... My parents then were kind of done
      here, and we went to our car. I, confused as i were, said goodbye to the woman, and turning back,
      I waved my hand at the guy who warned me about whatsoever it was. After that I remember we somehow
      got into the car. Then came a scene were we parked at a parking space, there were several together,
      each with signs. Two people who looked chinese came over, they hung out nearly, and had some worker
      suits that made them look kind of official. I had the feeling we were not allowed to park there.
      Maybe it was some parking slot for handycapped people, I thought. But moving over just a few spaces
      would be troublesome somehow, so I had the idea to swap the parking space signs. Actually it was
      a very deep-thought thing: We were blocking a space for handycapped people. If we swapped the signs,
      there would be a reserved slot again. I stared at the parking signs. I couldn't recognite the symbol,
      it was some kind of closely connected dots, two or three. White, on blue background.
      When I got out, I dropped my mp3-player into the sand. Okay, parking on sand, wtf? I dunno.
      I was in kind of a hurry to swap the signs, so i just quickly pulled it out, although my damaged
      ear-buds might have fell of. I didn't care, I could check it later.
      Then the dream kind of sucked because suddenly there were more cars parked there, I didn't know which
      signs to swap and the cars totally parked at the wrong positions. Everything was really messed up.
      The dream ended here.