2nd February 2022 Fragment: A bit like DSP, travelling to a mini water planet orbiting a larger regular planet. I remember trying to build something, though finding it difficult because of not having much terrain to build on initially. Throughout this dream I recall a nice sense of scale and somewhat strange proportions with regards to perspective. Dream: Statue of Liberty arriving in bits for assembly, in several barges/boats. There's a wait for more parts to arrive. Some narration describing what's going on? Some ships are taking more months than they should be taking at sea and others are ending up at nearby docks, but still distant from where they should actually be arriving at. The pieces of the statue are all already turned green. I mostly see all of this from distant or aerial views. Then I see a giant zombie rising from the ocean. It/he isn't hostile but is reckless and sinks at least one ship that happens to be in his path. I vaguely see red glowing eyes? Eventually the entire scale of the dream decreases and instead of a large New York bay, the scene is now a street or room, with no trace of water or having been wet. The zombie is here and is childlike, both in size and behaviour; he's trying to communicate in some way, but not with language, as he doesn't seem capable of it. There's a living child nearby, not sure if a boy or a girl. This child is curious about the zombie and wants to interact or play with him but some nearby adults or parents are very apprehensive and worried about the zombie child and want to keep the living child away, despite the fact that the child doesn't seem frightened or anything. The zombie child seems to have been able to communicate that he wants an engineer or electrician, for something to do with electricity. 5th February 2022 Fragment: Something about having the key to the car and driving around. H is in the passenger seat and we go via some mountainous areas which makes H critique my driving, though I comment that he hasn't been a passenger in a while either. Point of view shifts a few times, between first person and aerial views? Something blends with sci-fi or space context. Notes: - All throughout the dream with the zombie, there was a very grungy, gritty and generally dark or overcast mood to everything. Everything felt desaturated apart from a few details like the red eyes and the green of the statue's plating. - The zombie figure is very clearly lacking specific skills that relate to consciousness but seems to make up for them through keen intuitive and primal instincts with regards to communication. His intents were never clear from the start apart from the fact that there was no open hostility, just a sort of single-minded tunnel-vision. -- There are some other clear elements of unconsciousness about the zombie character, such as the fact that he rises suddenly from the ocean, such as thoughts or images that cross the threshold of consciousness but that do not yet make themselves clear or which have their own nature. -- The giant attribute made me feel a mix of excitement, arousal and concern, as has always been common for me with such themes, a lot of the time. The fact that the character was undead added to the element of concern. - Through most of that dream, I felt mostly detached from everything, like I was mostly there as an observer, though in the second half of the dream I felt more present.
Updated 02-28-2022 at 04:08 PM by 95293
4th September 2021 Fragment: I'm with my family and my god mother's family. We're in some kind of hall, but it looks like a bigger version of my childhood bedroom, at least in layout. It also feels partly church-like. There's an on-going conversation about money, savings and debts. It's established that our family has less savings but also potentially much fewer debts to pay. Then some discussion just between me and my siblings. We head outside and it's sunny, low angle, maybe misty. (maybe earlier in the dream, disjointed) Some bit about needing the deuterium power cell to be replaced for the auxiliary power system of a flats building, maybe where aunt B lives. The deuterium radioisotope generators is in a small outbuilding that's fallen into disrepair, in the shadow of the apartment building. There's a presumably lead-lined window that gives a peek inside. There's a cyan-blue glow inside. I worry on some level about being exposed to radiation. (disjointed, part of a living dream memory of sorts) I'm at a place like a mall or the cinema in a mall, reminds me of the one near home. Black or very dark walls? Dark flooring. There's something about WoW. (the false memory feels like it's part of my teen years but being relived) Some other bit later on. A church place again? There's a coffin I think. Something about a corpse is important. I fight with someone, a frail-looking but kind of mad (insane) person? Notes: - Even almost twenty days after having first written this dream, my visual recall was notably better than I was expecting. - In the dream and on initial recall I didn't think of it, but the cyan-blue glow chamber with the radioisotope cell somehow now reminds me of that dream I had with the lizard and the blue energy core. Very similar glow. Additionally, this small chamber was notably much darker than it should have been. - Most of the dream involved warm colours apart from that glow.
Tornado I am outside with my father, on the way back to our home. We're already very close, just about 100 meters away from it. We see my mother for some reason doing something in an empty store, placing science equipment onto the counter in front of the window. My father says something which makes me suspicious that they might be gifting me the store as a workspace. While advancing closer to our home, I start debating in my mind if this could actually happen, which is quickly interrupted by my father telling me to look somewhere. I look where he looks and we see a very, very dark cloud with lots of lightning. At first, we were both happy about this, but then, we suddenly see a very quick tornado zoom by, seemingly in random, chaotic patterns. We try to go back to my mother, but we apparently overshoot the target and end up in a shopping district about 600 meters from our home. I notice this and tell my father, so we turn around and again try to get to her. We go back a bit, then turn around again, before then again turning around. I asked my father which store she was in again, as I had forgotten because of my bad memory. My father said he doesn't know and we walk towards the house again. We then overshoot the target once again and end up in what was apparently a room in our flat. We're then suddenly at ground level in the house again, standing in front of the staircase to the higher floors and my father states something along the lines that we can't go outside again. I also knew it was too late to try to warn my mother. A while later, my mother comes through the door, seemingly not having noticed the storm, nor the tornado. I come to my mother, suddenly standing a bit further outside, and tell her that there was a tornado here, before seeing it zoom by again, making me correct myself and making me point to it. She sarcastically states that that's absolutely amazing and we go inside. Sudden (semi-)lucidity I am standing in the bathroom, my mother ominously standing in the back of the room, behind the toilet. She seems to look up outside the skylight. She appears to say something which I don't remember but was just as creepy as the way that she was standing there. Suddenly, I become (semi-?)lucid and run over to my room right next to the bathroom. I pushed my chair to my computer table, before trying to change random things on my face to see if I could do it. It didn't work, and I tried remembering lucid dreaming articles about dream control. I then recalled you could, for example, drink something and imagine it was a potion that would change something. I felt a bit afraid of that because I wasn't entirely sure if this really was a dream. On my computer, a DreamViews page was opened, but before I could check it out, I woke up. Short false awakening I "woke up", looking outside the window to the clouds. Something felt unusual, but I don't know what. Staircase I am on the staircase to my home. There're some changes, and it resembles an older dream from the design. I walk up the narrow staircase, having to go through strange doors leading to homes, as well as things like hospitals. The first room I had gone through was empty and had no people in it, the second had a doctor talking through a procedure with the son of a woman who seemed to be a neighbor in the previous version of the dream. I listened to the conversation a bit, before trying to exit the room to continue up the stairs. I woke up before I could continue walking. I'm not sure if the presumably lucid dream was actually that or just something else that I could mix up in retrospect. I seemed to be consciously in the dream, but I somehow didn't even think too much about anything else than what I had programmed into myself as what I first want to try to get a feel for lucid dreams, I didn't really think. Is that what a semi-lucid dream is?
Had a long, confused dreams about a debilitating sickness slowly crippling me. Don't feel like writing about it here, but making the entry to keep both my private and public DJ consistent.
The Feast I was at a girls house and she kept making me food. I was sitting on the couch eating it. Her family grabbed some food off the plate also. The brother took a cake which had pink icing around it. I was left with a pie which was awesome. The pastry was nice and crunchy. I kept eating and eating like an endless pit. I walk into the bathroom and have a wank to get myself ready for a some action later. Nanna Walks Into Traffic My Nanna with old timers is driving a smallish car. She's confused on what to do. I get out of car and get here out and getting her to go into the back seat. There's traffic near us and I have to push the car back into a correct position. I struggle at first, but get it done. I get into the drivers seat and drive away. Nanna gets out and walks straight into traffic. I ask whoever was in car to go and get Nanna. I make a u-turn which takes me longer then usual to compete the rotation. I park car in a safe area. I walk over to see how Nanna was. I ask the guy that got out and saved her, what she said. He said she asked him what's going on tomorrow. I wake up laughing at casual question after almost walking straight into traffic.
Toxicity I with Trev and Dave and some other bloke. We're out in a dry area. There are these poles that are in the ground, like a long monkey bar. One of the guys has to unscrew something to be able to move the poles. It's not the best job to be doing the unscrewing because the poles hold a toxic substance inside them. After unscrewing one of the poles, we move onto the next one. I jokingly say to the guy that did the unscrewing, that's it's his turn to do the unscrewing to this one. I decide to do the unscrewing which is done pretty quickly. Im at the front when moving the pole. It's he worst area to be because the toxic substance falls out of the front of it. Somehow some of the substance falls into my mouth and I swallow a bit. I'm unsure how serious this is. Im walking around trying to find some water to wash my mouth out. The town looks a cowboy western town. I find a tap and use that water to wash my mouth out. As I'm doing this, I hear someone say that the water isn't meant to be used for drinking. The water tastes pretty crappy and weighs more then normal water. I'm panicking, trying to find some water. I'm inside a building which looks like a hotel. I see mg cousin Rach and I think my Nanna. I'm starting to feel the effects of the toxins at this point. I find a plastic bottle which is a quarter full of water. I ask Rach if it's ok to use. I forget what she says, so I drink it.
Not My Type I'm outside Rita & Bruce's house, doing some work for them. I start having a conversation with a female. Someone tells me that she fancies me, but she isn't my type of female I go for generally. I begin to think that people will think I'm gay for turning her down. I see her again later from the distance, walking near a fence. I remember having bad odor.
#417 - DILD - 8:30AM This lucid is hardy worth counting or posting a detailed account but I should make note of it. Perhaps I should start stabilizing as habit. I am leaving work. There is some confusion about the time of day and shift I am working. John is there with a colorful case of canned drinks. I thought maybe it was alcohol but he says it energy drinks. I get a strong need for an energy drink. I walk to a store and look but I don't think I ever buy anything. I area turns into walmart and I have a handful of lucky charms that I brought along with me in my pockets. I munch on it as I walk around. I see they have changed the layout of the store and the spot were we were living has been discovered and dismantled (WTF? ). I begin to worry that Walmart will think I am stealing the cereal I was eating so I wonder off in another direction. I hear some ominous page on the intercom and see a manager with a walkie on his belt stop, look up, then respond on the walkie. I worry it's about me so I decide to hide in a restroom. I see some blue sign and head there. There is a narrow hallway and the light flash and I hear some low siren sound. The hallway starts to constrict and I am barely able to squeeze my way out the way I came in. I turn to look at the doorway and see a sign that reads 'Offices'. Oops. I turn around and see the blue restroom sign again next to some elevator doors. I look closely and see the man and woman symbol and the number eight under it. I find this odd, but go for it. There are only two buttons marked '10' and '2'. I wonder if I am supposed to somehow do subtraction to get eight. I push the 10 first then the 2 and the doors open. I get and and feel the elevator quickly shoot and while the ceiling gets uncomfortably low. Low ceiling? Then I get vertigo and turn upside down. I see my reflection in the mirror. I am in just my underwear and a t-shirt. The shirt is falling to my face and I pull the shirt down to cover my skibs. I begin to feel really uncomfortable and panic as I feel my neck is being jammed in an awkward position from being thrown upside down. Then suddenly, I remember this is only a dream and fully relax though it take some effort. I recall that I was lucid earlier and wonder how I lost lucidity for so long. The elevator turns right side up and the doors open. I step out, but the dream glitches at this point. My vision is distorted and I find my stepping out as vibrating repetition like in a video game glitch (hard to describe). I try to focus and clear the dream up, but I feel at a lose as to how. After a few seconds I give up and relax. I have a super brief FA where I open my eyes and see a realistic version of this dude from Bleach leaning over the bed next to me and in my face. He's saying something rude about lucid dreaming and the elevator mishap. I quickly wake up.
No entry for yesterday since I'd rather it not be public, but for documentation's sake I did dream about Dave Strider again like I'd intended! Bro, too! I also became lucid briefly to change the scene twice so I was pleased about that :) Tags/categories for that dream are: lucid, memorable, nightmare, fandom: Homestuck. Now for last night's: 1. Jake trying to get our mom to buy him a subscription to something on the computer, a game? She won't because she's too busy with job stuff at the moment, and Jake harasses her, asking exactly what she's been doing this whole time since she has yet to gain a single client. After/at the time this is happening (idk) I'm looking at a Dragon Age mod for a new character race called 'Fajjyn'?? The character is a slightly creepy-looking female with deep eyes, grey skin and bright red hair. Then I hear a short police siren and when I look outside I see the light from a flashlight shining on houses, but the light is pink. 2. I'm on the floor drawing with Brandie, using paper and pencils. Somehow she is really fast and near-perfect, and I get frustrated because whatever I draw isn't that good. She tries showing me her technique by drawing a rock, and I copy it but the rock looks too flat. We practice more til I create some decent-looking rocks, but unlike her small, smooth stones, mine are large, black and jagged things that pile up in sheets, literally! As I keep drawing, the rocks become real. notes: During 1, I was feeling upset with Jake for acting that way but I wonder if it's my subconscious worrying that my mom will back out on everything after she's put in so much effort. The drawing dream definitely came from my worrying about being good enough when it comes to my art. But it was cool to draw something into existence, I'd like to try that again sometime! Also, I had intended to dream about Dave again, but if it happened, I don't recall it.
Updated 09-06-2013 at 02:34 PM by 22511
Dream - Lucid I was walking around with a life-like baby doll in my arms, but I was acting like it was a real baby. There were many other people around in the area I was in, which, I honestly have no idea where that was. I think it was in a big mall or department store or something. I remember having to change the baby doll's diaper, and being confused as to how to do so. I stood there with this baby doll who had a dirty diaper on, trying to think of who to ask about changing it. I then realized that this was a baby doll, and that I was just practicing for when I had my real baby, which I was pregnant with. It was Jake's baby. I looked down and rubbed my belly. I was showing a bit, and, underneath my hand, I could feel the new little life moving. I felt the outline of her body. I got really excited about being pregnant! I exclaimed to someone that I could feel the baby. I then looked at myself in a mirror, and saw my baby bump. I felt really giddy! My joy then immediately turned to worry; I started to fear losing the baby. I was afraid that any little thing that made me panic or get angry or something would cause me to miscarry. I then started to tell people that I was pregnant and that I was excited for my little girl to come into the world. No one responded. I remember even telling a girl I'm acquainted with IWL, Maegan, but she just stared at me like everyone else. I also remember calculating my due date, which came out to be sometime in March, but that didn't seem right for some reason, as if it was supposed to be later than that. ~ I was at my house. It was Thanksgiving, and family kept coming over. I was standing in the living room when my ex, Chris, and his girlfriend came through the door. They sat down on the red chair that's in the corner of the room. Um...what? Who invited them? I thought maybe my mom did. I know I sure didn't, but no one said anything. I was then upstairs with my brother. We were in the bonus room, when Chris brought us a tray with a small silver bowl of what looked like chicken broth up to us. He said it was soup, and set it down. It only looked like broth to me, not soup; I was skeptical. My brother started to eat it. I then heard Chris from downstairs telling his girlfriend he had saved all the chicken and rice for them. Uh, no, this isn't cool. I stormed downstairs and into the living room. There were other relatives in there sitting on the couch I believe, but I didn't care. I was kicking Chris and co. out. I stood firmly in front of the couple, who were both sitting in the same small chair, and said, sternly and forcefully, "Get out of my house. What are you even doing here anyway? And was that our soup?" He said no, it was their soup. I then said "Well, that doesn't matter. You're in my house. And I'm kicking you out. Go!" They stood up and left. Thank God. But I still couldn't figure out why they would want to spend Thanksgiving at my house. That had to be awkward for them, too. I was then working, but it didn't look anything like work, though I was doing the same thing. I was working behind a very long cash register counter, about the length of the room we were in, with some other people. A middle-aged lady with very short blonde hair came up to me and this other girl with lots of jewelry and a check. I can't remember what she was trying to do, it was something complicated, and she was trying to explain to us what it was, but the girl I was with took her small, flimsy light brown wallet from the counter and opened it, saying her ID wasn't in there and we needed her ID for what she wanted to do. I took over and started to calmly ask some questions to see if we could sort everything out. The people next to me behind the counter then took over and started to ring her up on their register. Well, I guess that takes care of that. I was then in the same building, but I was leaving work now. Chris was there for a little bit, and I told him why I got so mad. "I heard you talking about the soup," I said. He said "Ohhh..." as if it made sense now as to why I was so mad, you know, besides the fact that he brought his girlfriend into MY house on Thanksgiving. Ahem. Anyway. Chris was then gone, and I was standing with a short, stout middle-aged woman who was supposed to be Chris's girlfriend's mother. I felt really awkward when she started to talk to me like we were friends. I talked back to her, and was polite and nice, but I didn't exactly know what to say besides making small talk. We were then waiting on an elevator. A small screen popped up in front of us of a cartoony, poorly-drawn picture of his girlfriend, with "Ji's" written above it in bubbly, black block letters. It was supposed to be Chris's Facebook profile picture, and "Ji's" was a business or something. The mom stared at it longingly. I felt even more awkward. The elevator then opened, and we stepped inside. She started to tell me about how she was moving to Knoxville. I told her she better make sure she had all of her stuff together, and she said she knew, and just kept talking about it, and that she had to move around a lot. I thought that maybe she was in the military or something. She was talking to me as if I was any other person. I felt a little better about it then. She then commented on the fact that the elevator wasn't moving, as if someone had hit the emergency stop button right before our floor. The door then opened to an outside area. The area was lit, but looking up at the sky, you could see many stars; it was nighttime. I also remember seeing a flash of a white screen with black writing that quickly streamed by on it at some point. I remember it said something about love, "Love is not ____." (can't remember that last word) was one of the sentences in the stream of writing that whisked by my vision, or something like that. Whatever it was, it was saying something about what love wasn't.
Updated 11-14-2012 at 05:01 PM by 32059
In a cafeteria I am at a long table spread with food. I'm having a hard time deciding what to put on my very small plate. After choosing three of four items, one more table of food is set out. For a moment I am worried that there won’t be enough room. I occurs tome that I can place my smaller plate on a bigger plate. It is announced to me that if I have a hard time deciding, there will be guidance available to me.
im like this tiny animal like a mercat and im trying to protect my yongr the envierment keep changing and it makes it hard to stay away from this panther; it has gold fur then there this minkey that a boxer.He has really toned mucles and the panther turns in to a monky to it just gold and they all jump in this small shelter thats has no roof it small as a out house.They jump in threw the roof;then this mana ray spoops in from the scy and go in.It shakes a lot then i see the gold mokry get puch and he it the saide of the shelter and the wall brakes a little then it brakes all the way and the monky comes out and grabs the gold one around the neck and thows him into the water so he drownds then he throws the mata ray at him so he will get electracuted. then he just sit on a ledge next to a walk way. A lady comes around the corner on the walkway and he like look at that ass in my head so only i could hear, im humand now, i go with the girl
WAKING LIFE DREAMING LUCID BOLD IF IT FEELS PARTICULARLY SIGNIFICANT Dinner and “Centipede” Lizards Licking Legs At dinner with 3 people. I felt younger, perhaps college age or just graduating. It was some kind of planned event, like a celebration. I thought we were there with others who were at different tables. Three other people with me. Empty (used?) glasses already on the table, shoved to the side. Cluttered with, were they layers of old menus as “placemats”? Dirty, dusty, old. They brought us drinks. Mine was a warm margarita-type drink. I wondered again about the service considering the warm drink. I drank it, flourishing it a bit like I was an old hand. I thought how I was trying to be something I wasn’t. Projecting a persona, and that wasn’t subtle enough. It didn't feel like me. Me and the others didn’t seem too connected, but there was a comfort. It took a loooong time for the food to come, if it did (I don’t recall). A foot long creature came through the wall and walked under the table, turned right, and kept going. I followed. I called it a centipede in my mind but realized it was more like a lizard with 4 stumpy legs, like a long, unshelled turtle. Another one came, following the same path. I sat back down, next to the girl (who had been a part of the 4 of us before?). Yet another creature walked that path, and I wondered about them being young and is their mom about to come? Another young one. Then the mom, larger, with a more rounded mouth. She noticed us (unlike the children) and slowly opened her mouth near my leg. I thought she was going to lick me but maybe bite me. I pulled my bare legs up onto the booth. She put her stumpy front legs up on the side of the booth but couldn’t reach me. She turned toward the other girl’s legs and slowly opened her mouth. The girl didn’t seem concerned and I cautioned her about the saliva, that it might be poisonous. The creature had a very large, wide almost human-like tongue. It seemed friendly. The girl let her lick her legs. The creature licked slowly and in wide strokes. I inspected the girl from a distance. She seemed fine, no reaction to a toxin if there even was a toxin in the saliva.
I had this dream 3 times in the past. Recently, my dreams have gotten a bit boring so I figured I'd mention this dream that happened 3 times in the past few years. The last one is even more memorable. My husband is driving the car with me and he takes a wrong turn. He turns into a tunnel of some sort, very dark. It is only at the last few seconds that I realize he has turned into a train tunnel and the train is headed full speed for us! The first two dreams, I woke when the train hit. This time, I screamed "BACK UP!" I see it coming. It has a light. It is black. There is no way that my husband can back out and I know I'm going to die. I don't look away and then... BAM! it hits! Everything went dark but not my awareness. Everything was gone and all was quiet. In the darkness I woke myself asking, "Am I dead?"
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