Thread: Rotvälska

Today I had to horrible dreams; both had my father in them

1. I was at my moms place; sitting in an armchair reading a book in the living room. I hear my dad entering the front door; he had just come in from a walk with the dog (a small Dachshund named Dante). My uncle seems to be outside the apartment waiting to get in (don’t know how I understood that) so I go and ask Dad why he didn’t let him in?

He gives me to most confused look I have ever seen, he gets all stressed up and starts to shout: “What the hell, I’ve got a wife and children to take care of … small children … a baby! … Your sisters’ baby!” This is when I explain that my sister hasn’t got a baby, that he is imagining things. He looks at me like I don’t know what, filled with confusion. I don’t know what to feel. Suddenly as I look into his eyes they change color, they turn grey and lifeless. He almost falls to the floor but I catch him and put him in an armchair. Now I’m confused as well, but I realized that he has lost his mind to dementia. I start to cry and I tell him that I love him, he is somewhere far of in his mind but responds with an over exaggerated, theatrical answer telling me to how he loves me and hugs me, but I know that he doesn’t understand the situation. After this he falls asleep.

I am now struck with panic, I don’t know what to do and feel a wave of anxiety come over me. As I turn to the door to get my uncle, I notice the dog stretching his limps, he has a nice fur of red cat hair but I do not respond to this obvious dream sign. I open the front door and look to the right, I can see my uncle standing there, waiting, and I am about to call on him but as I’m going to a door to the right opens (there is no apartment to the right in waking life). A woman sticks her head out of the door and asks if either of us has got any fishing net, I do not respond. I look over my shoulder to check up on dad and I see him now sitting on the floor doing morning exercises, everything seems crazy, I am sad, and then I wake up.




2. In this dream I was with my mother and my father in the park nearby my mothers apartment. I and mom shared a bench, dad was sitting opposite us. He pointed with his hand on a nearby construction ground and said “This is where I want all my children to live together, all of them in the same building”, with a big smile. Both me and mom were quite cheerful but said to him that it wouldn’t happen, everybody lives in different cities. In an instant he is frozen where he sits in a kind of rigor mortis. Both mom and me starts crying filled with confusion we hug him, it is all very a horrible experience, but he unfreezes. He cries too but is filled with guilt for causing us inconvenience; he is ashamed because he knows he is not well.



These were the most horrible dreams I ever had; I usually don’t dream about sad or bad stuff, it was really shocking.

I am backtracking my physical Dj here is another dream

The dream took place in my living room, but the living room didn’t look like it used to, it looked like a plane, along the wall where the sofa is there was instead flight seats, there where more flight seats against another wall, one was bare and one just hade big windows. It essentially still looked like the room used to with its rectangular shape but the floors were in some dark colored carpet and then of course the seats.

The weird think was I knew I was in some kind of narrative, in a world of fiction but I still didn’t RC, I just played along. My role in this drama was the one of a flight attendant or steward or what it is called. I worked together with an Asian girl with long black hair, she reminded me of some Murakami character and I wanted her. We worked side by side in this living room/ air plane serving the passengers and instructing them on safety, as the seats only stood against the walls there was this big space in the middle of the room and we informed the passenger that sleeping on this space was not allowed, it was bizarre. It was kind of dark inside the plane, but I also saw another beautiful woman, she was a cross between a girl I know from my home town and Angelina Jolie but she was really crude, as I understood that this was fiction I also knew on basis of convention that I would have to choose between the two women somehow.

As we were about to take of somebody pinched my co-workers ass, I got really upset and yelled at the passenger-DC. In flight I predicted that we would crash, I don’t know why but I guess I figured that’s what happens to planes in fiction. And so we did, we had to do a emergency landing on a rooftop, me and my co-worked got seated, I got a great view on the roof thanks to the large windows. The roof was all white but didn’t seem that big, the sparkling white color could best be compared to an environment from the “Mirrors edge” game. As we were descending everything was really calm, no body was screaming or anything everybody just sat there. I was talking to someone who looked just like a Swedish actor called “Alexander Skarsgård”, we had some laughs. Next thing I know I see the landing from a 1st person view of the nose of the plane.
The landing’s pretty good and few people seem to have gotten hurt, but there is still danger as we are somehow gliding alongside the plane, heading for the edge of the roof to a fall that would be our death. I don’t know how we got out. I manage to safe myself by grabbing hold of something and I scream at the others to try and do the same, but no one does, all of the passengers slip over the edge, Alexander is smiling and waving as he goes down. But I can see one had holding on to something so I head towards the edge hoping it’ll be my co-worker, almost sure of it, as this is only fiction. I don’t know why but I do not glide over the edge as the others did, I can run on the roof all I want. I get to the edge and pulls the girl up, but it is not here it’s that other woman.

I am actually shocked, I wanted the other one, I feel sad that I didn’t help here, that I just assumed that I would save her at the end of the story. Now the scene changes into some kind of Swedish country resort, a sign on a red house says “Askesund”, now I don’t understand a thing; I am confused about this world. I thought I had it figured out. The woman says thanks for saving her, but then her crude attitude takes over and she grabs her crotch and asks me: “were is the fucking toilet I gotta piss bad!”, then she runs away.

I wake up

I dreamt I had a part in the TV-series “How I met your mother”, I don’t know what the character in the show is called but I played the role of that dark haired architect. Anyways before I went of to work I had gotten a call from my room mate A., he had said that I should met up with him and his brother and R. to met a couple of girls later, I said yes but I was going to work first.

The character of my girlfriend was not the one on TV, instead it was a short-haired blond girl who used to be a lesbian (I don’t know how I got this info this is constructed from short notes in my DJ). We had rehearsals and it was crazy and everything went wrong, we were supposed to go on live later that night so I was a little stressed about that. On top of that my girlfriend-character was really into me, not in the show that is, but in dream life . So every time I stepped in front of the camera she would rush from the other side of the set and jump right up in my arms kissing me and everything. Funny thing is I didn’t even react to this, I don’t remember to anyway.

The next thing I know an announcer says we’re going live, I’m not in the first scene so I wait backstage and watch the show on a monitor. It displays a map of Sweden and shows a big “TV4 “- logo on a location, indicating where we’re airing from, apparently we are airing from the rural northern part where there is no TV-stations or anything.

As I’m just about to step on the set A. calls me, I explain I gotta keep it short and says I’ll be late. He says the party already started and that I should get there. I say to him to give me the directions and I’ll be there as soon as I’m finished, but he hangs up on me. Guess he got mad.



I know I had more dreams this night; I woke up several times trying to figure out what I was dreaming but feel asleep before I got to write anything down. That pissed me of. Good luck next time I guess.

I only remember some fragments of dreams today

1. I was in a large church with a lot of people, everybody seemed to be sitting on the floor. There wass a priest walking around to people giving them the communion (don’t know if this is the right term). In front of me tsat two big girls, they were speaking some foreign language but somehow I understood what they were saying anyway, they were wondering why the priest is walking around.

2. This one is more interesting. I am still in a large building that seems old (could be a scene from the same dream as fragment n.1), it’s quite dark too. In front of me there is this podium where a speaker stands, it was the mom from “Weeds” – Nancy Botwin, she was wearing this Fidel Castro-ish cap. Her speech was something about workers being oppressed. I didn’t hear much of what she was talking about. Beside her there were two large tubes firing flames up toward the ceiling, I didn’t become lucid but I realized that I could control them. If I pointed at the right one that one burned and if I pointed at the left that one burned, so I had some fun with this and started laughing.

3. This fragment might be related to the previous one, I had an FA but couldn’t see much but I was laughing constantly. I couldn’t make it stop, I seemed to be in my own room but wasn’t sure. I woke up and everything looked as it had in the dream so I missed the FA, relived that I had stopped laughing I went back to sleep


I seem to have a lot of dreams lately that take place in fictions or that i am able to control the dream to some extent, perhaps my sub-consciousness is catching on, I'll probable have the years first lucid really soon

Only scraps of fragments today

1.Something about a sloping roof, snow and a washing machine

2. I remember seeing a post in my DJ posted by Shift, unfortunately I don't remember what it said.

Today I had my first MILD! I didn’t think I would succeed as I had trouble formulating a mantra I don’t even remember what it was but I guess it was the last thing on mind before sleep and I’m grateful for it.

What happened before I got lucid I have almost no recall of, the only thing I remember was sitting at a table with my two room mates when suddenly one of them (A.) just froze before my eyes, staring at me, M. continued talking but I felt that it was something wrong about it so I did the nose pinch RC an voila I was lucid!

The scene rapidly changed into my bedroom which looked just as it should, no difference whatsoever and everything was very vivid but the lighting was quite dark. I was really happy that I had become lucid but couldn’t really believe it, my other lucid never were this vivid, so I did another RC which also failed.

Now I wanted to get out of the room to do something fun, I tried jumping through the wall but I just bumped back onto the floor. I did another RC (!) just to be sure, it failed also this time. I now remembered that I should stabilize the dream and did so by rubbing my hands. At the same time I was saying “light, light! “and the room was filled with light. It was as if I had just turned it up like the volume on a stereo.

After this I stepped out of my room and heard that there was someone in the bathroom, I didn’t want to run in to my room mates (because I still didn’t believed that I was lucid) and the clock was like 5 am. So I went back in to the room, did a forth RC by looking at a digital watch which read 2:372, now I was sure it really was a dream. I looked out of my window and saw the horrible winter replaced by spring, sunshine was pouring into the room, warming my body. It felt great, I looked at the flowers and bushes outside and then the dream faded.


I guess I kind of wasted this opportunity but I have no regrets. The last scene was so tranquil and I felt so at ease, it was as good as flying or whatever. I should trust the RC’s though. After I woke up from this dream I was really excited and had a hard time falling asleep again but I did and had lots of dreams.

1 .I dreamt about a guy younger that me who was really good at playing the piano, he was going to have a recital at his school and was playing together with a guy who played the tuba. The whole dream took place from a third person view; it was like watching a film.

The piano player had lots of notes on the keys on his piano for some reason. When he stared playing his finger moved really quickly and he was good, but I can’t remember anything of what he had played. The he wanted to play using drumsticks to hit the keys with but the teacher wouldn’t let the little genius do that and pulled him away.


2. Me and M. was riding bikes when a guy blew right pass us almost hitting us, we screamed at him and he looked back with a false apologetic face. We were pissed. Later we were in a car and this time the same guy drove up on our side almost hitting us again, he had a blond ponytail and a grin that signaled that he didn’t care about anyone else besides himself.

After a while we had some trouble with the car, M. stepped out to check if anything was wrong, we had stopped in a slope but the handbrake didn’t work properly. The car rolled down the slope with me in it causing problems for other drivers, then M. got in again and managed to step on the brake, I had panicked the whole time and didn’t do anything.

I've been sick for while so I haven't had time for this, this morning I remembered only one dream so here goes

I was in my hometown walking along in a marching band, we walked in one long line and the guy in the front who was conducting the band was famous Swedish politician Bosse Ringholm. I was like the third guy in the line and was playing a big big drum. We were supposed to sing at the same time too but I got nothing right, didn’t play the drum according to rhythm and sang false. Everything was very weird.

We walked the main street playing our instruments and I can remember walking across a bridge that doesn’t exist in waking life. Later we marched in to a restaurant, the costumers didn’t seem upset at all despite the noise but one guy (I really don’t know the English expression for this, correct me if I’m wrong) flashed? his tongue at me. Now the band is even more out of tune and off beat that it was before, we really suck.

The next thing I know I am watching the news and there is a story about my sisters friend. Her childhood home had burnt down but before it did she had found a bunch of old photo albums. She had discovered that she had tons of unknown siblings (this relates to a dream I had long ago when I dreamt that the house really did burned down).

The next story in the news was about the forest industries economic recovery during the 90s’. The showed a picture of “norrländsk” woods and had graphs and stuff. They also reported that the wolf packs had increased in numbers. They interviewed a guy on this who looked a little computerized. He was saying how aggressive this particular kind of “forest wolf” is; he had also seen them eat a deer a while ago and said that they were really vicious. He seemed really excited. They asked him if he wasn’t afraid of becoming desert and then the dream ended.

I and a friend had moved to Israel to work in a kibbutz. There had been a bombing or was some kind of bomb threat going on and we were standing outside the threatened building trying to see some action. Suddenly a policeman in a bomb suit came and said we had to leave, I got really nervous and though that if he noticed that I had a foreign ID he’ll think I’m involved in this mess. Fortunately he didn’t ask for ID’s but he did escort us of the site. He walked with us in the middle and was half lifting us, felt like I was walking on air. Then he laughed at us as we ran into the night.

We were now in some kind of residential area and wanted to get somewhere I can’t recall. Now my friend’s hair had changed color to blond and he looked like my room mate. We eventually stopped outside this house that seemed familiar, I looked around and said “wait a minute, we are outside your moms house, we where just in Israel, we couldn’t have run the whole distance in that little time”. Then I realized it was all a dream and started to shout as I was watching my hands. My lucidity was going to be brief though as my DC-friend told me to shut up and that I was being ridiculous, I remember watching the stars doing the nose plug RC, but I paid no attention to it and then I listened to my friend and stopped being lucid.

We now started doing some le parkour, it was cool and we pulled of some sweet stuff, he had a rail and all. Then I heard some noise from the house next door so I went to a window to look what had happened. Apparently some girl, on the big side, had fell from a ladder, I thought she had tried to fly so I said to the girl that I also seemed to mistake reality for a dream, then she just frowned. Then I did some trick where I jumped high into the air and used my cap as a parachute. She joined us and started to parkour she too. Then I remembered seeing her dancing with my friend up and down the street, but they looked like cartoon characters. Then I broke the rail.


I should have gotten lucid, there were plenty of signs. Damn!

I was in my hometown with the guys from “top gear”, we were testing some cars and joking around. Later we were walking home and we met up with my professor, she seemed to be married with one of the guys from the show, she kissed him. She greeted the rest of the gang and then said to me that I seemed to have many names for her (I think I sometime had confused her name with someone else’s). Tommy was also with us, I was hugging him saying that I was going to miss him when he went to London, he didn’t seem to know what I was talking about. I got that feeling that I had had in my last dream, that we had moved a great distance in a too short time. I was correct but didn’t react on the feeling. We seemed to have gotten to the town square but the location was mixed with other locations in town, it seemed fishy but my suspicion only got so far.


RC damn it!

I don’t know how the dream started but I was at my university library with Jay – Z and some other guy. Jay –Z immediately called out to a 2m tall girl in a silver cocktail dress, she was smiling and came over. I explain to the guy who’s with us that she was in one of his videos. Then suddenly the library triggered me into realize that I was dreaming, I don’t know why or how. I started to run then I threw myself at the floor and (just as in the hitchhikers guide to the galaxy) missed. I started to fly but was hindered something which I managed to strafe away from, then I was up on the second floor. Being a building with an open floor plan I start to jump and run between floors and parts of the building. It is a blast and I am doing amazing stuff, giant leaps and super speed. Though I am excited I do the look at the hands RC which I always forget, I have seven fingers on one hand and it is all swelled up and looks like plastic. I also looked at my clothes but they were normal. Now I am whishing I had someone to share all this fun with. Suddenly I see a girl from my class and I start to chase her around the library, we’re doing the same acrobatics as I was before. It is really fun and we are all smiles. I catch up with her and we wrestle a bit, then it gets sexual and the dream starts to fade.

But instead only the scene changes, I am in my old room, at moms. I am in the bed with the girl but she is sad and says that she doesn’t want to do this. I remember she has a boyfriend in waking life and say that it's ok she doesn’t have to do anything she doesn’t want to. I wake up.

I was at home with Adam and found a cabinet I’ve never seen before, in it there were the pillows Magnus lost and a clock-radio, surprised I thought these are all things we need what are they doing here. Then Magnus walked in through the front door. He said Ludwig was waiting down stairs and we should get going, we leave. Apparently we were living over a restaurant. There were lots and people and tables and we had to shove our way through to get out because nobody reacted to me saying excuse me, trying to be polite. I though people were rude. When we finally get to the door there’s a house band in the way, they’re standing right in the door playing some kind of hardcore music. I try to get through but it’s impossible, I get frustrated and we wait for the song to end then we walk through.

Out of habit I do a RC and I am immediately lucid, everything’s foggy though so I bend down to stare at my hands, I rub them and the dream lights up in fantastic colors, it’s so vivid I can’t believe it! The sky is blue and the sun is shining, I feel great. After that it’s like I am being pulled towards the sky, I feel as if my head is causing me to float higher and higher. I try to stretch out super-man style in order to fly but it doesn’t work. I seem to have a helmet on and I understand that it is what’s making me float, before I unhook it I see a panorama of my home town drenched in sunshine. It looks real nice. Then I unhook and fall to the ground.

I start to run; I’m thinking I’ll try super speed but it fails. I now see a bus, try to jump in front of it to see what would happen but it just dodges me. I get frustrated and start to wonder what else I should try to do, I see apartment buildings and remember the mirror thing. I run to them in order to find a mirror in the elevator to check out my mirror-image. I get there and as I thought the mirror is there, I only get a peek at it before my reflection scares the living hell out of me. I have four eyes, a deformed face with melting brown skin. I scream at the horror, a alarm goes off. I remember it’s my dream so I yell “NO!” and the alarm stops. Outside there is now some kind of monster who looks like an evil "Alf" with a blond wig, he amuses me and I say hi. Then I walk in the building again thinking I could find a nice girl in there.

Now there are skeletons in wigs and dresses in there and they walk towards me angrily. I greet one of them with a loud obnoxious “HIII!” and hug her. Their hostility cools down and I ask them if any cute girls live here, they mention a name and that she lives on the second floor. I get there but when I reveal my intentions with her she just laughs at me as if I’m ridiculous. The dream ends and I wake up.