Good morning, everybody. Dream #1 Two women were side, by side, embracing each other at the waist. The women were either soap opera stars or movie stars. They were probably having their pictures taken by the press. They were in the middle of a huge crowd, probably at some kind of really classy party. Both women looked glamorous, with tan skin and long, black hair parted on top and pulled back. One of them may have had long eyelashes. Both women wore shoulderless, black dresses. One of the dresses may actually have cornered up at one shoulder. One dress had feathers or leaf-like designs on the front. Either one or both of the girls may have been wearing a big, diamond pendant or necklace. Dream #2 A commercial or an infomercial. A middle-aged Elizabeth Taylor, possibly wearing a kind of shimmery, blue and silver dress (or a dark blue, velvet dress?) stood in a chest-up shot, addressing the camera. Taylor's chest was decorated with a few big (6 or 7 cm) diamond pins and pendants, in a kind of random fashion. Taylor was talking about how beautiful her diamonds were and how she wasn't ashamed about living with such extravagance. Taylor said, "But now you, too, can look like you live as glamorously as I do, with new fake diamonds. These diamonds look just like my diamonds do. Why look!" A kind of short, bald, skinny, white man with a thin mustache and wearing a tuxedo walked up to Taylor. The man was probably a butler. He held a framed backing of blue velvet, against which were set a selection of huge pins and pendants, like the ones Taylor wore. The idea was, apparently, that Taylor was going to compare her diamonds to the fake diamonds on the display. Taylor continued some kind of speech before the butler interrupted her. The butler cleared his throat and told Taylor that he was holding the real diamonds, and that Taylor was wearing the fake ones. Taylor gave a look of surprise to the camera, as if to say, "Incredible! Even I can't tell the difference!"
Updated 05-14-2011 at 01:49 PM by 37466 (added last sentence in paragraph about butler)
Good morning, everybody. Dream #1 I was with my friend H on some kind of grassy field that seemed to be indoors. The field seemed to be some in some kind of square, maybe even surrounded by small poles and belt-barriers. H and I were playing catch with a football that also seemed a little weird. It seemed to be made out of smooth leather, kind of shiny and tan colored. I threw the football pretty well a couple of times. But then I kept throwing the ball so that it hit the ground a few feet away from H. H might have thrown to me the same way eventually. The throws became consistently like this. I would be short from her by a couple feet, and she would be short from me by a couple feet. H was laughing at her throws, as is she thought it was funny how bad she threw. But I remembered she had thrown well before. I told her, "Try not to mirror me when you throw. You're throwing like me, because that's the way you think you should do it. But you actually throw a lot better when you throw like yourself." Later, H and I were somehow remembering a moment from H's first day in high school. It made H feel nostalgic, even though something may actually have prevented her from having finished high school the first time around. The view was from way high up, like from the ceiling of a cathedral. I saw down to a huge crowd of kids and adults, massed all together in a stony cathedral. There was a huge, stone, octagonal-cylindrical "pulpit." A few kids sat in benches along the walls of that pulpit. H was among those kids. All the kids there seemed happy, although H had, at some point, intimated how miserable she had been in high school. At another point, H and I were at one edge of the indoor grassy field. There was a wall of computers, or something like a control panel. H sat at a swivel chair in front of a computer. She was pushed back from the computer, relaxed in the chair, and looking at me as I stood on or near the grass. At another point, I saw an image of two girls, one of whom may have been H. The girls were at least topless, if not naked, and they were cuddling with each other. I thought it was nice that the girls were lovers. But I also thought it meant something scientific. I had the idea in my head of two chemicals. One was phosphorus. Either both of the girls were like phosphorus, which in conjunction with each other caused the evaporation of the phosphorus and the release of a second chemical; or else one of the girls was the second chemical, and the conjunction of the two chemicals caused some other kind of reaction. The chemical had a name like "metargon," but it wasn't that. (Side note: I've been reading Occult Chemistry, by Annie Besant and CW Leadbeater. The book is on Project Gutenberg, www.gutenberg.org. It kind of details the views that the clairvoyants Besant and Leadbeater had when they examined chemical elements in a paranormal way. Besant and Leadbeater claimed to have found additional chemical elements, including the element "metargon," which I think my brain appropriated. The book also shows diagrams of chemical elements on what Besant and Leadbeater call the etheric planes. Some of these diagrams look like church windows. That, in conjunction with the whole royal wedding thing, I think, influenced the image of the cathedral.)
Had a lucid dream this morning. Maybe multiple dreams mashed together. I have flashes of images from many things but hard to put them into words. Later in the dream, I become lucid briefly and kissed a girl. I was just focused and the physical sensation and it was pleasant. Nice.
Method DILD Lucidity C Vividness C Control C Not sure what triggered me to become lucid. I was doing something unusual and thought: wait, I must be dreaming! So I become lucid and, as usual lately, I'm not prepared with a plan. I look around and, much to my surprise, I see SO, an former coworker with whom I had an awkward romantic encounter. She is walking away from me and there a few other random DCs around. I take a few quick steps to catch up to SO and turn her around by the shoulders to face me. Her face looks sad or aged, like she has been crying. She smiles at me. I think I say something to her but I don't remember what. Then I turn and grab another woman next to me. She is blond and attractive. I rip open her buttoned blouse. SO is still in my mind. I'm not sure why I turn to this other woman. Maybe I am trying to make SO jealous? Anyway, then I focus more on the blond and have sex. It was just okay. I was focusing on the visual detail, which was quite vivid. But in retrospect, ignoring the tactile sensation makes for not the best sex.
Dreamed on May 07, 2011 For some reason, I had this dead black cat (I seem to remember something about obtaining it in a grocery store?) & there was an evil spirit trying to inhabit it. So, I kept the carcass in my room until I figured out what to do with it. I remember seeing it on my nightstand rotting. I had to keep banishing the evil spirit from the cat's body but it wouldn't give up. After a while, I had my brother go downstairs to distract my mom so that we could get out of the house without her seeing the dead cat. Our plan was to go bury it. So, while he was doing that, I wrapped up the body in an AC/DC shirt & then went downstairs. When I got to the landing, there was this little boy waiting for me & my brother was gone. It was Halloween, so my mother told me to give him some candy, which I did even though I knew the real reason the boy was here--the evil spirit was inside of him & he temporarily inhabited the boy's body to get to the cat. I remember tickling him, acting like everything was okay. After I gave him the candy, he tried to run up the stairs to the cat (he didn't know I had the body with me) but I caught him & put him outside the front door. I then proceeded to go for a "walk", but I actually rode my bike to a graveyard, with my boyfriend (the little boy was gone when I left). When we got to the graveyard, the whole scene was really spooky & it was kind of dark out. There were open graves everywhere, & I remember seeing these big, fake eyeballs on the ground as well. When we went inside the gate, I realized that there were cat carcasses everywhere. I felt disgusted & scared & started to cry--I think I was barefoot at this point--so I just set the cat down instead of burying it as planned. My boyfriend & I got out of there as soon as possible & all of a sudden, we're at the top of my staircase & it starts to snow. The snowflakes looked like little yogurt clusters. My boyfriend said that he had a bad feeling about going downstairs & that he didn't want to, but my reasoning was that we were gonna have to face it sooner or later. He then decided to leave & ran down the stairs & then disappeared when he reached the bottom. He left me there to face whatever it was alone. So, I go downstairs & there's a creepy, sinister, ghostly, aristocratic man sitting in the recliner waiting for me. He orders me to get dog treats for him to feed to my chihuahua, Candy. I think I feared that he would hurt her. Anyway, I got the treats for him, which were in a tiny bag, so consequently, the treats were tiny as well. He acted like the treats were really important for some reason. Then I showed him that Candy could do tricks, & he seemed in total disbelief that she could beg. He wasted the whole bag in a matter of minutes, throwing handfuls of the treats at her. When he ran out, he demanded for more & I explained that we didn't have any more & would have to buy some at the store. I didn't really realize this while I was dreaming, but at some point, he turned into a woman. She had this piercing, scary beauty about her & she made me feel more uncomfortable than the man did. She made me sit on her lap & she showed me how she killed herself by touching my temporal lobes with her hands. The vision that came to me when she did this was her staring back at me in a crouched position with big, beautiful, frightening eyes & I asked her, "How can you be so beautiful & frightening at the same time?" She replied, "It depends on how far you're willing to be corrupted." She then stabbed herself in the eyes with what I think were golden-colored flats, which were, apparently, my shoes.
Good morning, everybody. Dream #1 I read two comic book stories which had an American comic book style, but which were put together in a manga-like book. But I think the book read from left to right, not from right to left. Both the stories involved a woman seducing a very young girl. The first story I read was near the back of the book. It was very colorful, and it seemed to have Buddhist images somehow, something like mandalas or tankgas (?). The second story I read was all done in black and white. It looked almost like a Love and Rockets comic. In this story, a woman had a little girl lying on the bed on her back. The little girl wore only a miniskirt. The woman holding something that looked like a small tea pot. At some point the woman darted her body closer to the little girl. I could almost see the woman's movement, and I heard a sound like steam. Dream #2 It was a clear, sunny day. I was running on a track with a group of other people. Almost all, if not all, of the other people were black. We were probably all in a race, although nothing about the race felt particularly focused. At the first curve of the track I may have been in glaring sunlight. The track may have felt large and wide, and it may have felt like there were large grandstands on the final stretch of the track. At some point there may have been a man behind me, taunting me and trying to intimidate me with his movements. I decided to run even faster (although we may hardly have been doing little more than jogging in the first place) to get away from the man. I hit the second curve. The fist part of the second curve was shaded by tree canopies. The second part, going into the home stretch, was sunny. The activity of the people on the track became even more unfocused, or more relaxed, than it had been before. There were some people just running back and forth across the width of the lanes. Other people were stretching or warming up on the grass. I found myself being passed by a lot of people. I may have been wondering why I hadn't been running fast all along. Now I'd slowed down again, and I was mad at myself for having slowed down. I tried to speed up, but my legs were frozen. I could barely move them, and it was getting harder and harder to move them. A woman passed me and ran through the end of the curve of the track, to the final stretch. She was tall, with light brown skin, a mucsly frame, and pale red-brown hair. She wore a white, bikini-style two-piece running suit. The bottom seemed a little loose on her. As she ran, her buttocks flexed really hard and became like big, tight spheres. As I reached the end of the curve, I may have seen a shiny, silver UFO in the sky. It may have looked like a flying saucer with a silvery lighthouse-top attached to it. It may have shot out an orange-red ray. (Side note: I'm kind of doubtful about the image of the UFO. In other words, I'm not sure if it was part of my dream or something that came in after I woke. But the image was so strongly "there" that I put it in my journal. Last night I went to bed reading the book Measure of Madness by Cheryl Paradis. It's a series of stories from Dr. Paradis' career as a forensic psychologist. In one of the stories, a man shoots a couple of sanitation workers because he thinks they're aliens. I think my sight of the UFO in or after the dream was somehow influenced by that story.)
Good morning, everybody. Dream #1 I was in a bedroom that had a window wall revealing a hallway like an office hallway. My boss may actually have been in or just beyond the hallway. Some thick, grey curtains were mostly drawn over the window. But there were still some places where people could peep in. The bedroom was huge and it had a really big bed in it. I had a pillow that was as long as my body. I sat with my back to the foot of the bed and my knees drawn up to my chest, cuddling the pillow. I came up with a sexual fantasy with two lesbian women. I thought I'd act out the fantasy with the pillow. For some reason my boss and a colleague of his came to the door. I opened the door a crack and said something or other to them. They walked away, but I wasn't sure they weren't coming back. I got in bed with the pillow. I may have had some small device on which I could watch lesbian porn while I was acting out my lesbian fantasy on this pillow. But I was kind of afraid to get started. I didn't want my boss to come in and see me. Dream #2 I was in a place that was like a college bookstore, a supermarket, and the children's section of the library all mixed together. The area was crowded with young people who were sitting at tables. I was sitting with a couple young guys. This was something like the first or last day of classes of some kind. If it was the last day, we were also being prepared for the following year of classes. A woman was engaged in calling each of us out. She was on some kind of speaker system. She sounded nice, kind of young as well. The woman called out some guy who sat at a chair and used a grocery store conveyor belt as a table. The guy was skinny, with pale, olive skin and a shaved head. He wore a grey and white striped hoodie. The woman said something about how the guy had gotten his last mark of development in 1999. The guys at my table groaned a little. One of them said, "1999? What's that guy been doing for the past ten years?" I looked down at the floor. I thought, Well that's not too different from my situation. I can't criticize the guy. Dream #3 I was in a grocery store. I may have been with a couple of my "friends," who were Latino. One of them may have been wearing a red hoodie. I went off by myself to find paper cups and plastic sipping lids. I seemed to have a lot of trouble finding them. I ran into a cute, blonde worker who wore a 1960s style store mini-dress and wore her hair up in a loose, 1960s style. I told the woman I couldn't find the paper cups. She said she'd help me find them. We walked left down one aisle. Halfway down the aisle I saw the paper cups and plastic lids. I ran to them. There was only one sleeve left for each thing. I pulled them off the top shelf. Each sleeve appeared already to have been opened, and half the stuff was missing. But I figured this was good enough. I thanked the girl, who was now Bridgette Bardot -- and naked (?). We had apparently worked on some films together, so we walked along the store aisles, talking about the times we'd had together. As we walked along some back aisle, which opened out to more of a department store area, like a display of furniture, I started having touble with dates. It seemed like I was trying to pinpoint the start of Bardot's career, as if I had been there. But Bardot's career "had started" in 1967, which was a decade before I was born. It didn't make sense. Dream #4 I was an attractive, blonde woman. I was naked and in a hotel room with a black man who was maybe in his forties. We had probably just finished having sex. I walked out of the room. I was dressed and was with "some of my girlfriends." We were in some small, fluorescent-lit room, like a coffee break room. I was laughing with the girls about how I would have to break up with this guy now, and how I was afraid he would just think I was playing around with him. I was back in the hotel room, naked. There were two beds, and only one table lamp was on. I lay on one bed, drinking from a bottle of Coke. It was a 20 oz., but I had for some reason also gotten a 16 oz. bottle. I lay on my stomach. The man was somewhere else, maybe in the bathroom, at first. But he walked into the room as I was talking. I was trying to tell the man as nicely as I could that I didn't think we were made for each other. I eventually sat down on the floor between the two beds, trying to drink from both Cokes. The man sat down on the other bed. He was probably wearing boxers and big, nerdy glasses. He had black and grey hair. The man already seemed to understand what I was getting at. He chuckled a little bit. He took both Coke bottles out of my hands. He stood them on the bed with him. I realized I hadn't shared any Coke with the man. The man looked at the bottles for a moment, then handed me the 20 oz. bottle, because it had less soda remaining in it.
WILD Bar Method WILD Lucidity C Vividness C Control C I start by falling through the bed. Ahhh, falling backward in darkness feels so pleasant. I let myself fall for a while because I know, if I force myself into a scene too early, it's too unstable. So I'm falling and looking at my hands. After about 20 seconds, I feel pretty stable and visualize my destination: the bar I was at yesterday. The scene appears, just as I imagined. And... I fall through it. Must remember to stop falling. I try again, this time I imagine myself landing in the bar stool. And voila, I'm there. That's probably my most successful scene summoning to date. So, my plan was to re-enter this scene from real life from that same day and see what happens. I'm at the bar and the bartender is in front of me. She asks me if I want a drink. I order a Bloody Mary and she hands it to me instantly. I look down at the drink and it's bright red. Lovely. But then something weird happens with my vision. It's like I can only see things below me. Everything at eye-level and above is just black. At this point I'm a bit annoyed at that and I've lost track of my original plan. Things get hazy and I don't recall the rest in as much detail. I turn to my left and see a woman sitting in the stool next to me. Well, just the bottom half of a woman (but that's the only half that matters, amirite? no jk jk). I think I tried to talk to her. Then I stand up and walk to my left, toward the dining room of the restaurant. It's crowded with people. Along the right wall, I see an overweight woman. I walk up to her and try to ask her something. Dream ends.
This was from two nights ago. Flying, Girl with Bangs Method WILD Lucidity B Vividness B Control B I got a lot of sleep this night and woke up many times. I was in bed for a least 12 hours. So this was about my 8th sleep cycle or something crazy like that. Anyway, I woke from a dream that I don't recall and turn to go back to sleep. I get that WILD tingle so I change position on to my back. I imagine falling through the bed as usual, but it doesn't actually happen. Instead I snap directly into a scene: I'm indoors. It's my childhood home in SAV. It's rather dark and blurry. I'm in the living room. I walk to the front door and open it. It's bright and clear outside. The area outside is consistent with the SAV neighborhood. I step outside and jump upward, flying about 50 feet up. I feel the rush of wind on my face. I look down on the trees and street. I look up the long cul-de-sac toward the cross street and I see a girl about 100 feet away. She is standing on the sidewalk on the left side of the street. I fly toward her and land on the grass in front of her. I take a couple steps and am right in front of her. She has long light brown hair with long bangs. I think she was wearing a white buttoned shirt and a plaid red skirt. I move her hair out of her face to get a better look to see if I recognize her. Dream ends.
Good morning, everybody. Dream #1 I was in some kind of a small performance space. There were folding chairs all arranged before a small stage. There may have been 50 or 75 chairs. The floors were wood. The area with the chairs was dim. I stood at the back of this area. The space behind the chairs was empty and lit, possibly with a combination of incandescent and fluorescent lights, as if the overhead light were incandescent, but a light from some other room were shining into the space as well. An adult woman was teaching a little girl how to do some kind of traditional dance. The girl may have been dressed in a dark pink leotard and some kind of sash that gave her a traditional look. I stood there for a moment watching the little girl dance. The woman then told me that the girl wasn't ready to perform yet. The woman would give her a bit more rehearsal and then let me watch her. So it would be best if I didn't watch her right now. I assented and walked away. The woman may then have started training another girl or a couple of boys and girls. I sat in the seats at the very front. I was the only person in the audience. I sat there in the dark, looking at the stage. There was some kind of set on the stage, maybe colored blue and gold-orange. At some point a black woman and her son sat down in the row behind me and to my left. Somehow the idea of food came up. The boy wanted some kind of sweet food, maybet sorbet, from a makeshift concession stand which had been right where I was standing while I had been watching the girl dance. The boy told his mom, "It sure is good we waited, isn't it? Now the sorbet is ready, and we get it for free!" I realized that we had been given tickets for free food from the snack bar. The tickets were like red, carbdoard circus tickets. But we'd had to wait until a certain time before the food was given out for free. I stood up to get some food. For some reason I felt like I needed to beat the son to the makeshift concession stand, which may just have been a big, red cooler and some cheapish folding screen, with the dance instructor lady pulling food out of the cooler. But I now heard an announcement on an overhead speaker. A woman's voice said, "The food being handed out right now is only rotten food." I understood that the timing of the good food being handed out was messed up. So I headed back to my seat to wait for the good food to start being offered. But before I got to my seat, I started seeing things as if I were a camera. My view floated to a few different adults. At each person, the view would freeze and some little screen-title would pop up, saying who the person was. The people were all kind of young, edgy, and cool. They posed as a rock band. But they were really a group of spies. There were one woman and two or three men. One man I remember sat in some booth like a shop. He sat behind a turntable, as if he were a DJ. He was white, with red-blonde hair and chunky, black-rimmed eyeglasses. He wore a striped shirt. Behind the man were all kinds of circular objects, like plates or records. They were all colored differently, and each had some variation of a wave-like pattern running through it. One circle was yellow. Another was grey, with a dark grey squiggle-wave humping up in the center. Another was blue, with some kind of white, shell-like cloud pattern in the center. Another member of the band was either a black man or an Asian woman who sat in the front row and far left side of the folding chairs. I think at first he was a really nice looking black man. Then my view went through the other members again. Then when I got back to him, he was a really cute Asian girl.
I can't remember this dream but I wrote: Drugs, money, police, son, woman ??? Vividness: 0 Realism: N/A Daily Residue: Nope Lucid Aids: Sub Lucid 2.0
Good morning, everybody. Dream #1 I was in the hallway of my apartment buidling. I was at the other end of the hallway from my apartment. There were two black boys, one kind of tall, both probably in their early to mid teens. One of the boys saw me and wanted to do something disrespectful to me, so he spit in the hallway, near the top of the stairwell going down. I was now in my doorway, yelling at a few adults, who were also all black. I asked why people needed to keep doing this kind of stuff, not only to me, but to the whole apartment. Somehow a really big, thuggish-looking adult possibly dressed in a red hooded sweatshirt, black bubble vest, backwards cap, and slightly tinted eyeglasses began to beat me up. He pounded and pounded on me until I was lying on the floor. Something may have been really wrong with my left shoulder, as if the man had almost torn it off. But I may possibly still have stood up after this to run after one or two of the adults who were now walking away, down the hallway. I told them that I wasn't going to stop complaining just because of what they'd done to me. Dream #2 I was out on some lawn which may have been surrounded by some kind of small building, like a wide villa. It was a kind of pale, slightly overcast day. I had possibly done something bad, and now some woman possibly wanted to get me in trouble for it. The woman may have been a few years older than I, with a kind of thin, rough-looking face, pale blue eyes, and very short, red hair. The woman was really taunting me. I finally felt so threatened that I grabbed the woman by her ankles, swung her around, and threw her up in the air. She went pretty high, then she landed. She seemed injured. But now I just wanted to kill her. So I lifted her back up, spun her around, and slammed her back down to the ground. I did this a few times, until the woman had been smashed so much that she was finally dead. During the last few throws, I saw that there were two men watching me from a porch. On the woman's last fall, her body bounced up onto the porch, then actually tumbled down into a smallish, plastic cooler that was full of ice and sodas. I slammed the lid down on the cooler. The guys were still staring at me. One was younger. The other was very old. They both looked kind of grizzled and wore worn old clothes and cowboy hats. I thought I'd impress them somehow, so I opened up the cooler and pulled out a Dr. Pepper. I sat it on the porch and made some weird comment about how the woman's body had become a Dr. Pepper and how it would taste so great to drink because of that. The men "told" me that I had killed the woman because I didn't want her to tell on me and get me in trouble, but that now the police knew the woman had been killed, and I'd be getting in even more trouble. I should probably get out of here before the police came around. I agreed. I started taking body parts out of the cooler. But the body parts, mostly just a bunch of shapeless chunks of meat, were all inside of white paper bags from Wendy's. I sat the bags up on the porch. I asked the men if they would hide the body parts for me, so that the police wouldn't find them. I was now leaving. The two men were sitting in a room back from the porch. The room was dim. The two men sat side by side, with their backs to the wall opposite the doorway. As I walked away, on the lawn, I asked the men if we would still be able to cook the woman's body parts and eat them like a hamburger. The men said that we would be able to do it. "In fact," the older man said, "You've already eaten a hamburger made out of humans." I thought back and realized, with surprise, that the man was right. There was a man just a while back. His body had been turned into a hamburger, and I had been fed his meat without even knowing it! I had been tricked into cannibalism! I was now in some bathroom that looked like an outhouse or a bathroom that you might see at a camp in the woods. I was in a stall. I kept coughing and pulling meat out of my mouth. The meat was yellowish and looked kind of like fish or curried chicken. It had the texture of fish. I had apparently not yet swallowed any of this meat. I hadn't even chewed it very much.
Good morning, everybody. Dream #1 I was at "my office," which was basically two cubicles set in one of the product islands at a discounter store like a Kmart or a Wal-Mart. I sat in the left cubicle. My co-worker S sat in the right cubicle. There was an aisle for a walkway between us. I had been doing some kind of work, but now I stood up from my cubicle and walked into the main part of the store. I had probably been thinking about my bad handwriting. I looked in the distance. Hanging on the wall or hanging from the ceiling were two signs, as big as the signs that might usually advertise products, like in a Target. The signs may just have materialized as I watched them. They mimicked my handwriting, making two whole pages out of little scrawls. The two pages seemed to be slightly curled and almost touching each other back-to-back. I thought that described my handwriting really well. I was now walking back toward the cubicles. I walked past some sort of exchange counter, which was just a smallish, fake wood counter which may possibly have stood before a dressing room. A kind of big-framed, kind of muscly woman with very short hair stood before the counter. She wore a white tank top and blue jeans. The woman was trying to exchange something that looked like a classical statue of a chest and head of a man. The sculpture was in some kind of grey, slatey material. The back of the sculpture was completely flat. It hadn't had any features carved into it, but there were all kinds of apparently accidental scratches made in it. As I headed back to my desk, my co-worker CB, a peer to my boss, walked up behind me. He had completely shaved his head, and he looked a little more tan than before. He wore a green shirt with white woven in, so that it looked like it was inside-out, and some blue jeans. I was afraid that CB hated me. I also knew that my boss wasn't around, so I figured CB would try to make trouble. So I tried to hurry and sit down at my desk. But, for some reason, CB kissed me on the head. He said something nice to me. He may have asked me to help him with some issue he was having with a project. I was relieved that he didn't hate me. (Although in waking life I don't think I'd appreciate it if he kissed me on the head.) Dream #2 I was in a dark hallway that was made of big, stone blocks. The hallway was tall, somewhat wide, and almost completely dark. I was apparently taking a break from studying. Just for fun, apparently, I decided to bounce upwards off the walls. I bounced from wall to wall, bringing myself higher and higher. I was finally almost to the ceiling. At this point my body was horizontal, as if I were floating and laying on my left side. I thought I should probably get back to studying. But I figured that what I was doing now was also educational, as well as fun. So why not keep doing it? I decided that since I was basically floating, I might as well fly through the hallway. I flew through the hallway and into some dark room that was kind of like some classical study in a mansion and a messy, suburban living room. My mom may have been sleeping on the couch. There was a sliding glass door at the back of the room. It had a thin, light brown curtain on it. As I flew toward the door, I thought, I can only fly in my dreams. I thought, Well, I don't think I'm dreaming, even though I'm flying. But I thought, Well, if I'm dreaming, I should be able to go straight through the closed glass door. I should try. So I flew at the door. I may have felt myself pushing through the curtain and the glass. I may have thought, Well, I guess I am dreaming.
I'll probably post this in Dream Interpretation later because I always feel my dreams are symbolic, but am not clever enough to make sense of them. When I became aware of myself, it was night, and the moon was full but golden in color. I was in the middle of an abandoned, dirty city. All the windows and all the glass was broken and scattered across the streets, and the street lamps flickered on and off occasionally. Blue wisps of fire darted around me and through the empty streets and buildings, and they made a soft ringing, like a small bell. I remember walking along, unsure what to make of the strange landscape, and checking for any sort of person or thing that I could recognize. Suddenly, there is a loud crash behind me, the ground shakes, and I lose my balance. I turn to look and I see a large, black bull with pitch black, cracked horns and a lizard's scaly hide instead of fur. He had burning coals for eyes which were buried deep in his face, and they burned away some of the flesh around his eye sockets. His breath was heavy, and he exhaled smoke and embers. Then he reared up on his back legs and charged at me. I scrambled to get out of the way, but he was too fast--he was so fast that as he passed, all the debris in the city would fly up into the air. The bull impaled me on one of his horns, and lifted me above his head before he shook me off and tossed me aside. The bull then let out a bellowing howl and almost all the buildings save for the tallest one were torn apart and thrown into the air, then engulfed in bright, white hot flame. I laid there, staring at the burning city, bleeding out and unable to move. I turned my gaze up to the tallest building, which had not been destroyed and saw a figure standing atop of it, looking at the golden moon. This figure has been present in all my dreams since before I can remember. She is a woman with black hair down to her ankles, bright red eyes, porcelain skin, and usually dressed in an elegant red and white ballgown. When I caught sight of the woman, she filled my vision, and was the only thing I could see. She then turned to me suddenly, her red eyes catching my own, and the golden moon turned red. Then, I woke up.
Still not writing in my paper journal so my non-lucid recall is poor. Bad Sisyphus, bad. fragment Only remember that it was unpleasant. fragment Also something stressful and unpleasant. New Office IWL, I'm changing jobs very soon. That explains the content of this dream. I enter an office. It's small, just big enough for 3x3 grid of cubicles. On one side there is a desk for the receptionist and another desk with a computer labeled "Visitor". Overall, it feel more like a classroom than an office. Anyway, I'm with MS. We go to his desk and I expect him to show me where my desk will be. But he walks off and I'm left standing there. MS starts talking to an Indian girl. I walk toward the receptionist and tell her that I know MS and I'm here to see MA. She doesn't do anything and I get a bit upset. I sit down on the carpet in front of the Visitor desk. The Indian girl sits near me. She says she is going to be the lead of some department and she will be my supervisor. I am dubious and again upset. I'm an engineer, not some CSR. MS brings the Indian girl a tray of food, like in a school cafeteria. I try to catch MS's attention so we can go about our business but he doesn't notice me. Short Falling Method WILD Last cycle of the night I attempt a WILD using the fall-through-the-bed technique. I manage to fall and feel the rush of air around me. As usual, it's dark with brief flashes of light. But as I'm trying to summon my landing point, the dream fades. Bummer.
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