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    1. Worm on the table

      by , 04-17-2019 at 07:05 AM
      I am eating something with meats and suddenly I get the idea that strings of it look like worms, and ... one of such start to move on front on me, on the table, I am scared to death because I am still eating a portion so I start taking it out from my mouth and those too start to move and a moment after I am looking at rain worms.

      It's heavily raining out there, maybe that gave me association. Also worms is one of my biggest fears in life.
      Tags: scared, worms
      non-lucid , side notes
    2. The Tickle-Worm Dream

      by , 08-23-2017 at 03:37 PM
      07-27-2017 -- The Tickle-Worm. Dream starts out with me working as some sort of courier. I have stopped by a law office to pick up files to deliver somewhere, and they are a small pile of papers and a check that I have to take and place in an envelope (possibly re-useable) supplied for it. As I slide them in, the person there is telling me that there is no special hurry, and that I can take this and the one other package I currently have in either order, and I add in the instructions that I know are coming ... as long as I do not pick up any more on the way. This needs to get to their delivery spot quite quickly.

      Don't have any clue just how the scene reaches this next point, but I find myself in a hotel room somewhere with my dad. I have a small wooden box, slightly decorated, that I think may have been based on a box from a Harry Potter fan-fic I was reading last night, that in the fic was a sort of magical mail box. In the dream, it holds an unusual creature that I have somehow received ... a Tickle-Worm. The Tickle-Worm is a worm. It starts out looking mostly like a regular worm, with a slightly larger 'head' area that actually has a bit of a face, and is perhaps about 8 inches long. It springs out of its box, and is supposed to kind of half curl up in my hand and sleep there, as I go to sleep.

      The problem is, it seems to be curious and into exploring. As I go to lay down, it springs out of my hand and across the room, where it starts crawling around a book case, knocking books to the floor, and annoying my dad, who is trying to sleep. He's kind of upset about the thing making noise. That part I don't mind too much, but I do find it kind of irksome that it is knocking all of the Danny Dunn books off the shelves. I approach the bookcase, thinking I am going to have to kind of chase it around to try and catch it, but as I get close, it springs off the bookcase into my hand.

      I'm walking back toward the bed, hoping I can now get a little sleep, but as I draw near, it springs off again, flying into a slightly open chest filled with boxes of colorful breakfast cereals, again doing some exploring. The next thing I know, I am in some sort of classroom or scientific lab speaking with a female teacher or scientist, asking about the Tickle-Worm, and she is explaining where they are found. She shows me a large, octagonal aquarium filled with water and seaweed, but no fishes.

      This thing is probably about ten feet around, and perhaps four feet high, but weighs little enough that she can pick it up. Anyway, she picks it up and shows me a piece of seaweed that is long and wide and flat and thick (probably about four feet long, six inches wide, and about an inch thick) that is a slightly brownish green and now hanging from it is a tapeworm-like Tickle-Worm. Seems they start in sea water, but when removed, are perfectly fine.

      [I do not think I have ever heard the term Tickle-Worm before this dream, but looking it up on the internet, it seems it may be something created by a band I have never heard of, in a song that I also have never heard. How it came to be in my dream, I have less than no clue.]
    3. Nightmare Worms

      by , 02-17-2016 at 07:54 PM
      D1 - Class are drawing something, all the drawings are slightly different but all are wrong, red, blue pen is being used.
      Ed suggests he could help. I decide to redo lesson and take class back out on a trip to see the art they have been trying to replicate in the art gallery again. Whilst taking them I realise no way is there sufficient time to complete task, it is 2.30pm.
      I meet D in corridor she is smiley and helpful, but just makes me feel inaquedate and totally stupid.

      D2 - A load of old geezers are drinking in a bar, there is a large pitcher of whiskey which is being refilled. Some have hat and coats on. One looks like delboy out of only fools and horses. They are discussing someone, they don't rate. I have the feeling it is me. That I don't qualify as man enough for their liking.

      D3 - Someone is jogging through semi-woodland on a muddy track. They are having a conversation as he runs along, about how his coach has been so great and a fantastic rolemodel. And as I stand by the path, near some training bars, I get the feeling that I am excluded, as i am not a good rolemodel, or father or anything.

      D4 - We are at the last minute it seems again, trying to learn the lines for some performance. I try hopelessly to get the kids to remember their lines.
      Rob ever helpful, seems to have put me in a barrel and i'm in dark water out at sea.
      Next i'm on his boat in a small cabin, I can still sea the dark waters out the little rectangular windows.
      He shows me his parasitic worm collection, they are gigantic and very horrible. I try with all my intention to pull away as the worm comes towards my face. I imagine them inside me, eating me.
      He is upset about how his worms have not be breeding well, due to the dark wet weather and that the tanks have not been cleaned properly. Inside the wood in the cabin is slightly ornate, not unlike a coffin Oo.

      When I awake I am not scared but later remember the extreme sensation and fear.
    4. double crossing dreamlets worm there way in

      by , 11-03-2015 at 06:51 PM
      Dl1 - Driving around the neighborhood, indistinct local roads, all very grey. Collide with other car driver (old ds). Agree to give him some more and pull out wad of cash. But trick him, the money is not to fix his car but to pay for him to do some work for me.
      He has to write a long essay for me.

      Dl2 - In an office, im given a form that has been filled out. I must change the form as its all filled out incorrectly: wrong address, lots missing. I fill out some details then ring firm to check they have not acted on application yet. It's ok there is still time to change the details before they go live on their system. The application is fraudulent, all the needed information is taken from random spurious sources.

      Dl3 - A country had been invaded by someone. I can see a kind of zoomed out view of the country with the natives highlighted black and the invading army highlighted in red.
      It shows there are far more invaders that native peoples and where highest concentrations are.
      I am standing on a hillside (zoomed out) overlooking the shores of the other country and far off towns, undersiege. I need to save the country. I abseil down cliffs to the beach below. There are some caves below the chalk cliffs.
      A bearded man asks if I want to buy some vials of earth. The earth is in different colours and is good for your health. I buy some and taste it, it's disgusting.

      He then sells me a selection of balloon like worms of different colours. I take one out and it crawls/slides onto my face. This one is whitish in colour, looks a bit like intestines. Every hair on my body stands up as it crawls over my lips and feeds on me. I try to move it away and it goes onto my neck. I scream inwardly Aaaaaaaaaa!!!!

      Dl4 - I go across the sea and again see a zoomed out view of all the important towns and roads. I choose to land away from the main towns where the land slopes down. I travel through some weird stick forest, where the trees are like giant twigs. I manage to get through without being spotted.
      Again, I see zoomed out view of towns on hillside. I set fire to a giant CD, shiny silver and roll it at town at bottom of the hill. It sets fire to the town and a chain reaction is set in motion as town after town is set ablaze.
      The main towns do not realise until it is to late and the battle is won.
      The leaders of the opposing army are brought to meet with the other sides leaders.
      All seems victorious until a knight of the other sides army grabs a gigantic sword, claymore and proceeds to cut everyones heads off in one swing. Leading to a sudden reversal of fortunes.

      The bit with the worms were too vivid and bit with the earth was the first time I recall tasting anything in a dream...I think.

      Updated 11-03-2015 at 06:53 PM by 88638

    5. The Macaroni and Spaghetti Mystery - Solved?

      by , 08-04-2015 at 11:51 AM
      Afternoon of August 4, 2015. Tuesday.

      I will open this entry with a recent very vivid and somewhat disturbing dream (on some levels).

      “Spaghetti Brain”

      Morning of August 2, 2015. Sunday.

      I am in my present home on W Street and I notice my youngest son sleeping on his left side on the floor. His head is encased in a glass aquarium filled with water. As I look more closely, I notice that the area where his hair would normally be is fleshy (though somewhat hollow) and that there are strands of (cooked) “living spaghetti” moving about in the water (somewhat worm-like) as if related to some sort of breathing function. At times, though, the “spaghetti” is much sparser and this seems cause for concern. I also see a small piece of macaroni at times (mostly above where his ears would otherwise be), which vaguely reminds me of some sort of tiny worm. He does not seem to be in distress though I still worry about whether or not this is normal. I seem more concerned when there is the least spaghetti “swimming” about and moving down and through some sort of organic structure near his neck. As vivid and surreal (and bizarre) this imagery is, I do not become lucid at any point. I continue to have deep concern about his well-being, but there does not seem to actually be anything wrong. I get the impression that there is not as much active “spaghetti” because he is in a deep sleep.

      My above dream probably relates to seeing myself in the form of my son and puzzling about the nature of consciousness and still not becoming lucid in this case. It also correctly shows the nature of my consciousness in sleep (spaghetti becoming sparser in there being less critical thinking on hand).

      “‘Eat me…eat me…’ and animated birds” (July 6, 1985) caught me in sleep paralysis which is normally pleasant, though this was not. A box of Kraft macaroni and cheese “dances” and rattles in the air near my head and screams “eat me eat me eat me” as I try to cover my head with my pillow. I have updated this entry with my interpretation, so am linking this particular one in this entry.

      “Tornado Encounter” (November 24, 2014) has the tornado turning my old neighborhood in La Crosse into large strands of cooked spaghetti (rather than the expected debris of wood and glass and such). It also replaces the one block of Loomis Street with a bridge (not that elevated), the only time a dream has created this alteration of the setting. There is an additional concept that ties in with the Disney animated movie “Lady and the Tramp”. Even though I had updated “Tornado Encounter” fairly recently, there is still more in the decoding. The scene causes me to think of when the two dogs end up kissing accidentally due to both picking up and sucking in the same strand of spaghetti (a scene I saw numerous times as a child in television commercials). So, in knowing that a tornado is the bottom half of the Merkaba and that spaghetti is related to extensions of mental energies, this dream is showing me that I need to “pick up the strand of spaghetti” and wake up to be with my soulmate (as the “old neighborhood” is gone) so I can kiss her and not wander about in dreams so much other than when becoming lucid and seeking higher states and real knowledge (rather than conjecture). Now that I know what spaghetti lying about anywhere means, I am thus prepared.

      “The Legend of Tony Karoni” (June 27, 1976), though not related to a pasta theme, does include the surname “Karoni”, naturally causing me to think of macaroni (as well as “mac” being another word for a man whose name is unknown). There also seems to be some sort of play on the idea of a “spaghetti western” (though in fact, it is supposedly called a “macaroni western” primarily in Japan). “Needle’s cell” in fact, may be a deliberate play on brain cells, this dream being about a month before my surgery on my right thumb and wrist, which is related to much of how I interpreted it at the time.

      “As the Worm Turns” (May 17, 2014), which was “dream of the day” on one site on Monday, August 3, 2015, also had implications of macaroni being close to the head (and even inside the brain - taking me back to someone who was making jokes about “brain worms” regarding raisins in muffins at my father’s wake and where I just sat gasping and giggling foolishly at his audacity). In this case, the supposed “killer worms”, in dying, fall out of my hair as seemingly uncooked elbow macaroni (in a very vivid perspective). This also relates to my own conscious energy not being in my dream as I am not lucid. The potential though unacknowledged and uncontrolled “mental energies” are the worms in this case and become macaroni prior to my waking since I had not used the energies for apex lucidity. The likely play on “showing your feathers” in this dream is probably sarcasm from the Source (or a wayward orphaned tulpa) based on the line "stuck a feather in his cap and called it macaroni”.

      Additionally, the “Tornadopillar” dream (April 3, 1982) brings to mind a dream, “The Great 'God’ Worm” (April 4, 1992) where the Merkaba is huge (appearing, in fact, as the total essence of god) and appears as a giant albino glass-like earthworm, “spinning” into my forehead like a tornado force after spending time with my wife-to-be at the top of a truncated staircase (which also seemed to be in a “divine” portmanteau setting including restaurant and observatory).

      In conclusion, macaroni and spaghetti represent the energies of the human brain. The link to caterpillars and earthworms is also relevant due to their visual similarities. The difference is that caterpillars “ascend” in becoming butterflies (“lower” mental energies into ascension with soulmate union) and in contrast, the earthworm can be either microcosm or macrocosm (in either digging deep or “digging as high as possible” in the “god-like” Palouse earthworm form - or great white worm, which unfortunately is associated with the devil in some schools of thought).

      There. I am glad I got this all sorted out. Thank you for reading.
    6. #66 - Working at the gardens, Reading in class, Library and changing room

      by , 02-24-2015 at 07:30 AM (The Oneironaut's Odyssey)
      Black: Non-dream
      Blue: Non-lucid
      Red: Lucid

      Dream 1 - Working at the gardens
      I'm going to start my new job at the gardens, which is basically like a public sanctuary for plants, quite similar to the one that I live near. My girlfriends little brother works there too apparently, he drives a scooter to get there. I commute with my dad since it's my first day, and I think I have a smoothie prepared for lunch. I also think that it may have been called the 'Tower Garden' or something... There were a few names for the place floating around in my head but that's the only one I can recall.
      A time lapse seems to happen because there's a complete scenery and situation change, I'm now in my parents house and my mum is hustling around in a hurry trying to get ready for work. I feel that it is nearly noon, and I have an itchy elbow... I look at my elbow and it has these specks of little white worms under the skin...
      I try and pop them out of my skin, and with very little success I go and show my mum since she's a nurse. She goes off to find me an anti worm cream or something, and before she comes back I've switched to looking at my ankle... For some reason I feel like there is something there and I try and pop it, and OMFG ! A 1cm diameter hole oozes out this thick yellow creamy goo. Holy ****ing disgusting... I show my mum (while feeling slightly discomforted) and she gets a bit frustrated because she doesn't want to be late for work, she sighs and says "For gods sake, is it bubbly?" moving straight to a diagnostic question as she turns towards the kitchen to find more medicine.

      Dream 2 - Reading in class
      I'm sitting in a school classroom near the back of the room on the wall side on a simple chair and personal desk (kind of similar to an anime classroom where they have a windowed side with those single person desk + chair setups). I'm lucid from the start, and for a moment I question if I'll need to stabilize and I feel my heart thump at the thought of losing stability. All stays calm, everything is stable, and the world is completely quiet... I have a simple book in front of me, I don't believe I had a great deal of control since my objective just became to pick this book up and try to read it without even thinking about all the things I've been dying to try out , but anyways... I open it up and try to read it, everything is just jumbled letters in the sentences, like this "werwer joji ger kloj jwegfweg ohqndfei", so I try again by looking away and looking back at the pages. This time the words have change "Out building house trailer love, the is at hello..." etc just random words that were non-nonsensically placed. I think I perform this one more time with the same result of nonsense, I don't recall doing much else and seem to just wake up naturally.

      Notes on lucid - I think it was a new thing to just have a straight calm and stable lucid, although it was remarkably underwhelming and boring relative to my other experiences.

      Dream 3 - Library and Changing Room
      So I'm in a hallway which is simultaneously a library... There's one book shelf that's hip height and has about 3 rows on it, it's situated on the window side of the hallway (of which it is pretty much a looking glass window 2 metres wide space a few centimetres apart. I think there's like a garden enclosure that you can see, and it reminds me of the view from the teachers hallway at my old high school when I was younger. I seem to be browsing the collection of futurama episodes (book versions) which goes on for a few minutes until a person next to me stops and browses for some disk called 'H'. I've apparently listened to the disk before and advise him about it. Things move on and I notice my friend Zac walking into the girls area of changing rooms, which I'm like "Oh damn what a lucky bastard" for some reason. I wonder why he's even allowed in there, and then for some reason like a minute later it's also the changing rooms for people who are homo sexual. I also walk past and see a window and as I look at it I realize it's the changing room window and see a chick take her shirt off at the far end of the changing room, she had brown hair, pale skin and was quite skinny. I completely forgot about this dream for like an hour after having it, glad I remembered it
    7. Worms (NLD)

      by , 01-13-2015 at 04:06 PM
      I blew my nose, and noticed that something solid had emerged into the tissue. My growing unease ripened into sharp alarm when I inspected the contents. Next to some meatier pieces of phlegm was the unmistakable segmented shape of a short, light grey worm. It was about half an inch long, and completely alive and intact. I'm not sure if it was a true worm or had two hair-like rows of short legs, but it even started to move as I watched. The thought of such a thing living in my body, in my sinuses even, infused me with silent horror quickly ripening to desperation as I saw the front half of another worm, which would have been twice as long as the first if it were intact, in the tissue's contents. On the underside was a distinct mouth with two visible mandibles curved back so that they lay flat against its body like fangs. What were these things doing to me?

      Just after discovering the worms in the tissue, I felt an itch just above the hairline of my forehead and absently scratched it. A soft body crushed under my fingers, getting tangled in my hair, and I brought them back to find the green ooze of yet another worm staining their tips. The horror became even more intense. Were there so many in my body that they were emerging? I needed to do something about this now.

      Mustering all my willpower to stay calm and focused, I brought the unwieldy vehicle I was driving over to the curb, put it in park, and engaged the parking brake. It was a boxy shuttle like those that sometimes ferry people and their luggage around airports; this one had no seats and was specced for military use. I left the engine running, even as I wondered why I was doing so: this was unlikely to be a short stop. As I disembarked, I said something like, "Men, make sure not to move this vehicle," to my company. They were prone to horsing around, and I was afraid someone might bump the parking brake and accidentally disengage it. The vehicle was tricky to operate.

      I disembarked, dodging the idle men lounging on the short flight of steps that led from the strip of grass bordering the curb down to the sidewalk bordering the building. The door was open, and there were more men clustered around the steps that led down into the building. I knew they were here because I had left for the last mission in such a hurry that they had been left behind. I had already sensed that something was wrong at the time, but it had still been too vague to articulate, a vague but crushing sense of oppression rather than any physical symptoms I could describe.

      I was looking for someone in particular. Not the young doctor, but the old one, who I had known for a long time and trusted completely. After passing a row of men leaning against the bar to the right of the entryway, I turned left and was relieved to discover him standing next to a table. He had grey hair and a lined, weathered face, with a serious but not unkindly expression. I addressed him in a tone that was urgent but still tightly focused, doing everything I could to remain cogent and not lose myself to the mounting hysteria I was feeling.

      "Richard, I think there's something wrong with me."

      He looked up, and I saw that he could tell from my face that the matter was dire, but when he spoke his tone was relaxed, the practiced ease of an experienced combat physician. "Okay, tell me all about it."

      "It started about a week before this mission," I began.

      It was here that I woke up. The dream was a patchwork of distinct day residue. The worms were inspired by Jimmy Carter's appearance on the
      Daily Show with Jon Stewart, where they briefly discussed his efforts to eradicate guinea worms in Africa. The doctor's face was a combination of Lance Hendrickson, who I saw the night before last when Aliens (1986) came on TV, and another old guy from another film of which my husband made an approving remark when he appeared. The film might have been The Talented Mr. Ripley (1999), which we caught much of on cable last night, in which case the guy must have been Philip Baker Hall (b.1931)—I had to look up his name, but the face looks right. My role as a female leader of a military company comes directly from Mass Effect 3 (2012), which I was playing last night. I think there was a lot more to the dream, because it actually started with the scene prior to the mission when I first felt a foreboding uneasiness. I reported it in retrospect because I couldn't remember most of what happened before that last scene; the mission itself remains a blur in memory. There was physical input as well: when I woke up I still had a slight itch on my head where I had scratched in the dream and discovered the third worm.
    8. As the Worm Turns

      by , 05-17-2014 at 02:35 PM
      Morning of May 17, 2014. Saturday.

      There is a town that, if the orientation is relative to La Crosse (which it seems to be in my dream) it is east of where I am presently living in my dream. This seems to be a fictional location but still seemingly on Gillette Street (“Gillette” of course, relative to “close shaves”). There are quite a few people around.

      The story is, that worms have all but taken over the next town to the east. These worms mostly crawl up walls and fall on people and “bore” from the back of the neck (being a possible play on someone being “a pain in the neck”, “painfully boring”, and “getting under one’s skin” - and “worm” also sounds a little like “word” - so what I gather from this is - “boring words being a pain in the neck and getting under the skin” which is quite relevant and timely).

      There have been a few times in my life where pests almost got the better of me, but not in this case, and of course never in a “real” or life-oriented sense. The worms are known as “Vermicelli Obnoxious”, but when rendered harmless by some sort of special cheese sauce (with some sort of human DNA mixed with earthworm DNA), they turn into macaroni and die as such, yet with a clay-like essence.

      I know this sounds ridiculous (even for me), but it really was quite vivid and coherent, though not lucid until just at waking point. A chubby man, reminding me a bit of an unwashed hot dog vendor in a park during an expo (circa 1997) is setting up some sort of “repellent”. The cheese sauce in question seems to repel the worm, so I am not sure how it could kill them if they supposedly always crawl away from it, but such is typical dream “logic”. He checks one larger pot in some sort of outdoor cooking area. The special “repellent” is in a circular pattern, seemingly blocking the apparent space in the pot’s lid from where the handle is attached via screws. He checks the other pot, which seems solid through the lid due to the handle not being attached with screws and instead welded on. For a moment, he seems puzzled, but then leaves it as it is without putting in any special cheese sauce.

      I am not sure I trust the circumstances of “saving the town”, but I still volunteer for the dangerous journey into worm territory. Over time, we (the group and I) are walking about in a safer area of the town. However, arguments and name-calling break out. There are three lines of people that remind me of how I was part of a line in the playground at West Elementary with other lines of students for other teachers as we were to return to class. I was part of the last line to return to class (as if it was some sort of punishment) because there was always a particular student that was basically a troublemaker - who tried to claim that this was somehow everyone else’s fault even though he was the only legitimate bully in the entire grade, so the teacher, Mrs. Faison (an older black lady who was my favorite teacher at the time) would walk around until he was “settled” before taking the line of her students into the school (as you can guess, sometimes this took a few minutes or more as he talked to himself, the student in front of him and the student in back of him, saying that he actually was not talking that whole time he was talking - Mrs. Faison showing quite a bit of patience with him, really).

      Again, in my dream there are two lines of about eight people each facing each other and oriented east/west, and an additional line, facing south and standing near a sort of park utility building that has a singular awning the length of the building. The whole fiasco of name-calling seems to be related to the first “team” of worm hunters and aid workers or whatever being jealous of the other two teams that actually have done more work regarding direct involvement with more people and “worm attacks” and a higher risk. One male at the head of a line of a team I seem to be in yells something about “showing your feathers” as some sort of metaphor for being “ruffled” I think though I am not sure.

      Eventually, the cheese sauce seems to be working and it is safer to go into more previously infested areas of the town. I sit down at a picnic table with several others. A girl, who reminds me of Steve Irwin’s wife (I saw them in real life at a show in Brisbane prior to their marriage and before they became more well-known), is walking around checking out the area nearby and walks back near the table. She looks in my direction and warns people that some of the worms may still be active and stares at me cautiously as I feel smaller, lighter things falling on my head.

      I feel a strange knife-like poke in the back of my neck and reach back to pull it out at the same time a fair amount of clay-like “elbow macaroni” falls from my hair as I quickly brush it all out as they all (the worm-creatures) are somehow rendered harmless or dead, most of which are now either pale gray or a sickly pale pink. This was a “close call”, but the one I pulled from the back of my neck seemed to be one of the last worms left in the dangerous “Vermicelli Obnoxious” stage. All the other worms in the town, it seems, have either died or turned into harmless clay-like elbow macaroni. For a moment, I thought I was in trouble, but there was one and only one boring worm being a pain in the neck.

      After waking, there is an odd concern about my dream that I did not have in-dream, that being Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Conqueror Worm” - about human mortality and the inevitability of death.
      Tags: macaroni, worms
    9. Nov. 11 Dream Journal: Before you die, I'll sing you the song of my people

      by , 11-11-2013 at 06:33 PM
      I dream I'm on a bus going to a rundown mining town. The bus is relatively unremarkable, as most buses are wont to be. The seats are a little uncomfortable, and at various points, the interior resembles the cheap seats in an airplane; so now I'm cranky (both in my dream and also right now) because context: I'm going on a work-related trip to Buttfuck, Nowhere via bus, and I'm NOT looking forward to any of it at all.

      ANYWAYS, the bus breaks down, and I have to go out and push. I'm able to push the tour bus by myself, meaning a) Brah, I'm totes burly! and b) Thanks for the help, everyone else on the bus. I'm also able to take in my surroundings at this time: The landscape is a desert landscape, with sun-blistered rocks and a whole lot of nothing. It reminds me of the mining town in Tremors, and wouldn't you know it, I'm now being chased by those desert worm things.

      Now, the worm is coming at me at the speed of a pissed-off badger, while I'm inching along at the speed equivalent of, oh, I don't know, a guy who is pushing a bus by himself. Yet somehow, I manage to keep ahead. But eventually, I grow tired of this supposed "chase," and I turn around and kick the worm as it emerges from the ground. There was a brief moment of doubt where I was thinking "do I really want to stick my foot into its ugly maw?" That doubt disappeared when I soccer-kicked it into the sky. The dream fades, but my ego does not.

      I next dream of being in the music video of Coma from Guns N' Roses. I am unaware if an official video exists, but in my version, it's just trippy lights that pulsate to a pleasant heartbeat rhythm. It's actually quite soothing. Weird thing is, I have no proof that I'm in the music video except for Dream Knowledge, but otherwise there really isn't any particular sign. This goes on for a while and eventually just fades.

      The last dream I can remember has me in an amusement park at night. They are closing, and I'm trying to get to the exit. As I pass by the Merry-Go-Round, I get a thought along the lines of "hey, this is like the opening to that Silent Hill game," and my brain makes the executive decision to go "YEAH! I'm gonna freak you the fuck out!"

      And just like that, I'm in the Silent Hill world. Well, shit. The dream fades pretty quickly after that, so I never encountered any of the horrible abominations that I knew were lurking around; but I was still feeling apprehensive the whole time. Dream Knowledge ALSO tells me that these monsters, had I been able to approach them without being noticed, has singing and dancing scripted into their AI behavior.

      Updated 11-11-2013 at 09:21 PM by 66359

    10. Brain Worms that Make you Pregnant and Control You

      by , 06-02-2013 at 01:05 AM
      I had a long non lucid about these horrible worms that I started finding in my bathroom on the wall. They looked a bit like see-through leeches and were really hard to see against the tiles because they were almost completely clear. I realized they crawled into my brain on a night and affected my thoughts. They also could make you pregnant. The baby wasn't genetically half worm but they could affect your body somehow and create a pregnancy... it was weird.

      My mum appaered from nowhere and said they were a parasitic worm from Africa that would eat your organs from the inside. I knew she was wrong because all they did was crawl into your brain (which is apparently not such an issue for my dream self ). I started catching them and taking them up the road to a little stream and letting them go. I thought it would be cruel to kill them. I then learned that they had originally come from the stream and the couple living in the house next to it had been moving them to the drain by my house so they would stop attacking them. The woman had just had a baby and they weren't sure if it was the mans child or if the worms made it. The woman was also really sick because the worms had been upsetting and controlling her for so long.

      She showed me voice recordings the worms made for her during the night in order to taunt her. They were talking and sounded like the worm/bug things from men in black lol. I though I could prove that invertebrates had incredible intelligence with the tape recordings and got pretty excited for a bit. But then I forgot all about my scientific discovery She also showed me recordings they'd left for me and I got scared when I realized I was their new target.

      Then suddenly couple were getting married and I was watching the wedding. The man stopped the wedding and said he couldn't go through with it. He was angry the baby girl might not be his. I could see so much hate in him I realized the worms were controlling him. He threw his daughter to the ground. She looked like a rubber pig shaped dog toy for some reason but blood came out of her ear and I realized he'd really hurt her. I was so angry but had to remember he wasn't doing it - the worms were.

      I still didn't want to kill them though and still was trying to think of ways to get them out of the house without killing then. The only way to kill them was to burn them and I thought that was too violent. I then noticed my tummy looked a bit bigger than normal and thought I might be worm-pregnant, but woke up before I found out.
    11. Spongeman Curse Fragment

      by , 12-27-2012 at 05:16 AM

      Don't remember much of the story but the visual stuck with me.
      Some kid was coming down sick I think because he had been left with his dying / sick grandfather.
      This was some sort of rare ancient disease that would baffle all scientists or a witch's curse.

      Imagery One..ewe
      Humanish figure(boy's grandfather) laying in mud. His flexh is spongy, slimy, and soaking wet. All over are worm-like tentacles. His mouth is open and filled with slimy water. His eyes are open and vacant.

      Imagery Two...also ewe
      Same creature is kneeling and talking to his grandson.
    12. Maggots; Demon House

      by , 09-14-2012 at 02:37 AM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)

      I think I was in my Dad's old house. It had been neglected. IWL I feel this has something to do with my father having passed. That's not based on dream interpretation formula, but my general sense and emotion.

      There were some kind of worms and or maggots on a wet floor. I didn't want to think about cleaning it up, but this was disgusting, so I resigned myself to clean the mess, but at that point the dream ended.

      Demon House

      I might call this the Haunted house, the house I dreamed of has become a recurring house in my "nightmares." The scariest dream was the first time I dreamed it. There is a big house and inside it's trashed. It makes leaving hard when it comes time to escape the demon. The house is also huge, so you have a long way to go when it's time to run away.

      This night I approached a different door, but I knew it went to this demon house. I was trying to explain to a DC that this house really WAS haunted, stressing there was a demon in the house.

      I don't mind this kind of nightmare now, but this house is peculiarly scary. As with my childhood monster, the demon never shows himself. He is simply waking up very slowly--but once he sees you, you are (would be) screwed.

      Link to other dreams with this house:

      Haunted House

      Updated 09-14-2012 at 04:22 PM by 41873

      non-lucid , memorable
    13. 25.07.2012 - 6 x non lucid dreams and some fragments - very vivid!

      by , 07-26-2012 at 02:18 PM
      Date: 25/07/2012
      Place: Caravan bed
      Time of getting into bed: 12.15am
      100mg B6 before bed

      Waking thoughts in black
      Non lucid dreams in blue
      Lucid dreams in red

      Dream 1 - non lucid (4.01am)
      Last night all of my dreams were very vivid and detailed. More so then usual, and they are quite detailed usually!I am on holiday, and go to visit my friend, T.I haven't seen T for years, we met on holiday a few years ago and never kept in touch. We were quite good friends on the holiday.I leave my partner in the hotel room as he is busy, and tell him he can join us later. When I find T he is not doing much, just sat watching television in a small room, which is a little dark and bare. I sit with him, he offers me a cigarette and I decline. We watch the TV. It is a show about women going undercover in bhurkas (spelling please?) one women wears a red bhurka, and she is evil, spreading bad rumours and causing trouble. T is angry and shouting at the TV, but I am bored. I make excuses to leave, and he walks down the stairs with me as we have to carry some large, heavy item to be delivered downstairs. It could have been a vaccum cleaner, or something similar. Outside is bright and fresh, and we seem to be in some sort of modern apartment building, with lots of metal and glass. There are lots of steps down to the lower levels. We carry the item all the way down, and we need to deliver it to number 3 or 4. However, we cannot find 3 or 4. Looking at the flat numbers, they seem to be in a foreign language missed an obvious dream sign here, the letters and numbers were all bizarre shapes, but I blamed it on being in a foreign country! T wanders off to look for numbers, as do I. I spot a casino style room, with poker tables in it. I approach a man working at a desk nearby, and ask him where number 4 is. He tells me he is number 4, and so I hand over the item. It has now changed into a red ice bucket, with a large hole in the bottom. He seems to want to talk, but I just hand it over and leave. As I leave, some people have sat down on sofa style chairs around a large, varnished wood table outside. The table looks beautiful and expensive. It has some sort of detailing around the edges, and it is very large, and an odd shape. They are drinking and relaxing in the sun, but I cannot get by to leave. The ice bucket man kindly rushes to help me, and a young girl stands up politely to let me by. I eventually get by, say thankyou and leave, when I notice my boyfriend is sat at the table, with a bag in his hand. He puts the bag on the table with a bump, and everyone looks at him, worried he has scratched the nice table. I get him and he wants to see T, but I tell him T is boring and we should leave before he finds us. My bf protests a little, but we leave.

      Dream 2 - non lucid (5.53am)
      I am looking out of a high window, and outside my window is another building, pretty close but leaving a gap between the two. Down this gap, a bird has fallen and got trapped, and it's cries for help can be heard. Another bird is helping it by using a net to dangle down so it can grab onto it, but it so far isn't working. The net is too light and won't go down the gap. I try to help by throwing OrangesYes, the fruit.Onto the net to weigh it down. It works and the bird is saved.Now, the dream skips. The bird is a woman's bag, and I am a bus driver trying to help get the women's bag. However in the dream, I did not notice the skip, and thought it was a continuing dream. I had no recollection of the bag ever being a bird. There was no gap in events, just a switch. The woman comes to thank me for getting her bag, and she is pretty, with long dark hair. She has a guy with her. She holds up the bag, which is a beige coloured tote bag, clearly full of things. With long black handles. She is sarcastic and cruel, saying thanks for nothing, the bag is useless, and it didn't need saving. I grab her by her long hair, and parade her down the bus, showing the people on the bus how cruel she is. She attempts to fight back, but as I'm a guy she struggles. I then throw her bag on the floor, and the contents go everywhere. I refuse to clean it up.

      Often, when people are mean to me in my dreams, I get violent and want to hurt them. This always gets out of hand and I end up being the mean one. Doing things like the above, or taking it too far and hurting people because I'm angry. I have no idea why, I would never do this in RL, and I'm possibly the most laid back, anti- violence guy I know! I rarely, if ever, fight in my life.

      Dream 3 - non lucid (6.55am)
      Erm. I wrote this in my DJ for the next dream;
      My friend is holding a house party, someone at the party 'fridges' my friend with a 'score.' Seriously, I have no idea what this means. I don't even remember this dream!!

      Dream 4 - non lucid
      I am watching a TV show about a new comedian doing stand up. Lots of veteran comedians are in the audience, and throughout the show he will pick one to banter with. Brian Conley is one of the comedians in the audience, he pretends not to like the new comedian, and feigns being offended by him, but the new comedian tells him 'you'll remember this later, and look back on it and laugh.' Then the new comedian looks at the camera and says 'I know I will.' and for some reason this is hilarious, and the crowd burst into laughter.For me at the time, this was also funny, now upon waking I have no idea why. Now I am part of the comedians act. I am in a lift with some members of the public, and there are hidden cameras. I say to the people in the lift ' I have a song stuck in my head, can you tell me what it is?' And proceed to rap, or sing a bad rave song to them, dancing and making an idiot of myself. They try not to laugh at me, some try to ignore me. The audience watching on TV find it funny.

      Dream 5 - non lucid - 8.03am
      I am driving down the street when we see Katy Perry, going into a house where a Rabbit breeder lives. She is smiling and cameras follow her. We watch, but someone says it is cruel to watch her, as she is addicted to rabbits and she needs help. She buys a rabbit and leaves. We go into the house after her, and there are cages, and hutches filled with rabbits. At first, it seems cruel, there are HUNDREDS of rabbits of all size shape and colour. However after we walk around, it appears they are very well looked after. Some are just babies, they have loads of room and are clean. Some of them have curly, greyish fur and they are the cutest. We leave and go to visit my friend who has just moved house. We find her house, which is like a log cabin, built from wood. Everything. We walk up some stairs and sit at a wooden table. There is a fire in the corner. My friend kicks the fire outside every now and again, and gets ask everywhere, she then argues with her boyfriend about this. Her parents are also at the table, but I am only there to see what she is doing, because I don't really like her. I don't really like her in real life, and she has moved far away. It also didn't occur to me in the dream that we were burning a fire in a house made completely of wood.

      Dream 6 - non lucid
      I am at a man's house. He has a daughter. He cooks me some food, and we seem to be friends even though he is a lot older then me, perhaps in his 50s. The food is rather nice, but when it comes to the next course, it is wriggling with worms. He tells me he has cooked worms in it, I should eat it. I really don't want to, as I'm worried I'll get sick, he watches me closely and I slowly eat around the worms. I now realise he probably isn't my friend, and I want to leave. I must have eaten a worm by accident, because I turn into a wild, gollum-like creature, and the man is happy about this, he keeps me in his bathroom, and I climb up the walls and make horrible screeching noises. His daughter keeps coming into the bathroom trying to kill me, she is only young, perhaps 13 years? But everytime she comes in I scream and attack her, and her dad comes in to save me. He protects me and removes his daughter. I start to eat lots of chocolate bars, I eat several, dark chocolate, white chocolate, milk chocolate... huge big bars. I expect to be sick, but I don't feel anything. For a moment, I'm so close to being lucid. I wonder why I don't feel sick after eating all this chocolate? What could be wrong? Is this real? I wake up.

      Dream 7 - non lucid - 9.25
      The next few dreams were all fragments, as soon as I woke I lost the memory fast, so just wrote the basic key words. A woman dressed as a cat is performing at a live show.

      I am tagging photos on facebook, and see the cat lady in the photos.

      A black cat mauls animals to death, there are 3 animals, a rabbit, a bird and another cat.

      Updated 07-27-2012 at 10:41 AM by 55699

      Tags: bag, bird, bus, cat, chocolate, worms
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    14. Gummy worms on my deck

      by , 06-06-2012 at 10:24 AM (RommiH's Dream Journal (entries are not dated correctly. i am slowly transferring my DJ from my computer, to the one on DV))
      Wednesday 06 June 2012
      I have gone to the Nady with Ahmed Elian, Donia, and my sister. I had called Ram and Karim earlier and told them to meet us there. Blah blah blah… a bunch of stuff happens cant remember anything ☹ I skate a little I remember skating with someone. At some point there are gummy worms all over my board. The grip tape is filthy with them. I think that at some point I eat the gummy worms. If that didn’t happen then I was eating gummy worms at the time. At this point we have forgotten that were supposed to meet Ram and Karim near the rink. We leave the area and go far into the Nady. Blah blah blah… a bunch of stuff happens cant remember anything ☹ I return to the rink without the others and see Ram in a chair sitting there alone smiling. I apologize for not meeting him when he first arrived. I tell him everyone is here and is on their way behind me. It is raining really hard all of a sudden…. Blah blah blah… a bunch of stuff happens cant remember anything ☹ Now I am outside the Nady sitting on a bench next to Donia. While in the act of taking a seat on the bench, Donia and I touch each other as much as possible in the process. We are waiting to be picked up and taken home. We wait for a while. Donia eventually rests her head on my lap. I am surprised but very pleased. A few minutes later she brings her head up. I cuddle with her…..
    15. Fragments, erupting poop worms and a potential lucid?

      by , 05-08-2012 at 11:39 PM (Sea of the Unconscious)
      Something about a fluffy/fuzzy kitten. It was tiny. I was in a cabin with friends.

      I remember most of what I did in this dream, but I don’t remember any of the transitions. First I was in my room in the old house picking out clothes. Then I was at school, changing into the clothes. Another guy was taking photos and was in the room with me while I was changing. He declared that he had a boyfriend, so he didn’t want to see me change and turned around. Good to know, I didn’t want him seeing me naked either. I tweezed some hair off my chest while changing.

      Then I was back in my old house again. Some friends were in the dining room. One was from my first dream. I walked up to him and exclaimed “YOU! I had a dream about you last night!” That sounded creepy. “…Well, you were IN my dream, I didn’t have one just about you….” I informed him about the cat, and he told me “I’m a dog person.” Good to know.

      I went outside and there were ducks and geese all over the place. There were also duck heads laying on the ground. I couldn’t initially tell if they were dead or not. It didn’t quite click that a bodiless bird/animal could not possibly be alive. My sister led me around a corner so we could find some worms. She found a suitable pair of worms, with a line of goo connecting the two. They were initially small and bumpy. My sister handed me one of the worms and told me to squeeze the worm gently. The worm was suddenly as thick as my hand, and I squeezed. Poop erupted out of my sister’s worm, and an instant later my own worm. There was more fecal matter than worm. My sister declared, “I win!” Indeed she had. Her worm exploded poop the fastest, and created more poop than my worm.

      So I woke up for WBTB and wanted to try WILD, but had a lot of difficulty falling asleep after that. My mind began to wander. I was with a friend, Dani, and she was drawing while sitting on the floor. There was a mirror reflecting her. I stared at Dani and the reflection in the mirror. They were not exact. I stared a little longer. …There was no mirror! There were two Danis. I silently deduced, “This isn’t real.” I walked over to the original Dani and grabbed her scalp with my right hand. It seemed logical at the time. I think I decided to plug my nose with my left hand too? My head suddenly felt like it was spinning very quickly and I became very dizzy. I became more aware that I was in bed.
      It felt more like an elaborate daydream than a lucid dream, or maybe a mix between the two. I also didn’t physically feel anything—clothing, Dani’s head, my body. The only thing I felt was the spinning/dizzy sensation at the very end.

      Updated 05-09-2012 at 06:46 PM by 53983

      lucid , non-lucid , dream fragment , side notes
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