Thread: Nomad's Dreamtime

18.10.2009

Amadeus and the strange thing (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I don't remember the first part of the dream. It was one of those where I am semi-lucid, and I just play along to see what happens.

Someone told me, "and you are going to be Amadeus." This person handed me a stack of papers, like a script.

I was somewhere in Europe in the 1800's. I was wearing silly frilly clothes, pastel yellow and white. I had on tights, and bows on my shoes, and was wearing a wig with curls and powder in it. I was with some people on a pathway near a small rock wall covered in lichen in front of an old two story Victorian house. There were about two or three young men, and two or three young women with me.

One of the women was sitting on the wall reading from a book. I wandered off and grabbed at a loose rock in the wall. I pulled it out with some effort and dropped it on the ground.
"Hey," one of the women scolded, "Amadeus, what are you doing?"
"I am curious. I wanted to see what was under the rock."
"And what did you find?"
"Nothing," I said, sighing dramatically.
"Well, there you go. Now, put the rock back in the wall, and come and join us. Quit misbehaving yourself, and act like a gentleman."
The woman with the book began reading again.
"Ugh. A gentleman?" I rolled my eyes. "Gentlemen are so boring! I'd much rather be a sprite in the forest."
The woman stopped reading, and looked at me annoyed. The same woman as before said, "Stop being silly. Such things don't exist."
"Then why are you reading about them?" I teased.
"Oh, you're incorrigible!" she exclaimed.
I raised my eyebrows and bit my lip as I boldly looked her up and down lasciviously.
She looked at me, and smiled a little smile. I grinned at her, and giggled.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, and blushed. She opened a lacy fan and fanned herself. "It's dreadfully warm today," she said quietly. "Read on, dear," she told the other woman. I kept watching her, and tried to stifle a laugh. She tried to hide a smile with her fan, and looked at my sideways without turning her head.

I turned away, and looked at another wall that was perpendicular to the small one. This one was also made of rock, but it was taller and built without mortar.
"Hullo," I said. "What do we have here?"
I took off one rock, and dropped it on the ground. "Amadeus!" a voice scolded. "Put that back. What is your fascination with dismantling rock walls. I daresay-"
I stopped listening, and kept taking the wall down. "Amadeus, old chap, what ever are you- what is that? What have you uncovered?"
There was a some type of large shiny dark brown wooden object under the rocks. "Is that a coffin?" I asked. I was frightened, but my curiosity overcame my fear.
"Maybe we let that alone, brother," said a man's voice.
"No," I whispered. "Help me clear these rocks away."
We tossed the remaining rocks away from the object. It was a dresser. "A chest of drawers? Hidden in a rock wall? How very strange!" I said. "Daren't I open it?" I asked giddily.
Everyone was silent. I sat down in front of the drawer, and opened one of the drawers. In it was a small jewelry box.
I lifted it up. "What do we have here, Lucy? A portal to Narnia?" I said to the woman I was flirting with whose name was not Lucy. I opened the box, and there was a gold ring sitting on a cushion. "Hullo!" I whispered hoarsely.
I picked it up with thumb and forefinger and lifted it up. I had not expected to find anything like this. It frightened me for some inexplicable reason. The ring began to vibrate between my fingers. I gasped in wonder. I felt like it was about to leap out of my hand, as if it wanted to escape my grasp. The ring glowed for a second, then bright light burst forth from the ring, I covered my face with my other arm. GAAH!
The emotion of the moment woke me up.

18.10.2009

Mass Bar (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was bartending at a crowded bar in Massachusetts. It looked like the Roobar on Cape Cod. There were a lot of aliens mingling with humans. No one seemed to notice that the aliens were aliens, or they didn't care. I remember a big pink fat alien with a conical head, and tentacles coming from his crown. He had a large mouth, and his body was covered in spots. His eyes were half closed. There was a skinny green alien, with a face like a spider's.

I was making all kinds of drinks. I spun the bottles around, and slid beer steins to people without pouring the beer, but the beer would just be there. No one was ordering or paying for drinks. I knew what they wanted telepathically. I didn't care that they were not paying, because I was having so much fun. I was wearing jeans, and a dark purple shiny shirt with faint vertical pink stripes with the sleeves rolled up to my shoulders. Why the hell did I look like a big white guy with a big jaw and nose? Whatever.

A woman aggressively pushed her way through the crowd, and plunked down on a barstool. She was wearing blue jeans, boots, and a retro heavy meatal T-Shirt from the 80's with lots of skulls and barbed wire on it, and the collar and sleeves cut out. That looked like it was actually from the '80's. She flipped her dark hair out of her face, and pointed at me growling, "Hey, you! Gimme some strong shit! I need a drink. A good one."
"What do you want?" I smiled, spinning a bottle.
"Shit, I don't know! Whatever you think is good."
I poured her a shot of colorful liquids that swirled in the glass, but didn't mix. I poured her another one of Wild Turkey, dark rum, whiskey and vodka. She dumped both the shots into her mouth, slammed the glasses on the bar, then swallowed both shots at once.
She wiped her mouth undaintily with the back of her hand, and nodded at me in thanks.
She stood up. "Okay! Whose ass am I going to kick tonight, huh? I know you're out there, ya little bitch."
"Whoah, easy, there killah," I said in a Masshole accent. "We're just here to have a good time."
People backed away from her. "RAAA!" she screamed and pounded her fist on the bar. The glasses jumped, and a beer stein tipped over, spilling beer all over the bar and on to the floor.
"Dammit, now I have to clean this shit up. Jimmie, grab a mop," I yelled.
"Hey, missy," I said. "What's buggin' you? Why don't you sit down at the bar and tell me about it?"
She turned and pointed at me. "Hey!" she hiccuped, "fuck you mannnshlllbb..." Her eyes rolled back into her head, she fell over. A woman in a white dress stepped out from the crowd and caught her. She patted the other woman's face. "Hey sweetie, wake up, wake up!" The angry woman opened her eyes. "Huh, what? Where is that fucker? Oh my head." She passed out again.
The woman in the white dress looked at me scowling.
"What did you give her?" she scolded.
"Hey, I don't know," I shrugged my shoulders. "She said she wanted something strong, and she didn't care what it was. I just dumped a bunch of random hard liquors into two shot glasses. You should've seen this rainbow one I made, it had-"
"Oh, just shut up, you!" she scolded again.
I shrugged my shoulders and began mixing drinks again. The woman in white put the other ladies arm around her, and half-carried her out. "You okay dear? Let me give you a ride home."
"I was supposed to abbu doobah blll..." said the woman in the t-shirt.
The woman in white scowled at me one more time, and I stuck my tongue out at her. She grumbled something about poor service, and stepped out the door.
"Next!" I yelled above the clamor.

18.10.2009

Kanaloa (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was under the sea in the depths, a merman, wielding a trident. I was wearing a circlet of coral on my head. It was night, or I was very very deep. A mermaid swam to me. I placed my trident on my back. She stopped and we held hands facing each other. She had ash blond hair floating about her, and he face was serene like the surface of the see on a windless day. Her eyes were dark and intense. She had a four pointed purple star on her forehead. We spoke to each other telepathically, as if one voice, or we were both reciting an ancient poem:
We know why we are here.
We know why we have met.
We are following the path,
the invisible secret path in the sea
down down to the depths

Then, we let go of one hand, and swam down following a faintly glowing blue line, with little glowing balls in it.

we will see the king
we swim down into darkness
we breathe deeply the water we see
swim...
down...
breathe...
down...
down where we can't see
further...
down...
to Ancestor

Everything around me was total darkness, except for the faintly glowing blue line. Everything was quiet, except for my breathing, and the breathing of my mermaid friend. I could hear our hearts beating. The water grew very cold.
I could only feel her hand and the water, and see almost nothing.
We followed the line into an underwater cave. A faint light emanated from the rear, and we followed it into a great cavern. We parted hands being able to see each other.
The source of the light, was Kanaloa, the Hawaiian god of sea, glowing blue-white, a giant squid. Along the floor and ceiling of the cavern was all manner of corals growing, some glowing all alive, from the mana emanating from Ancestor.
We stopped swimming and floated in front of him. He reached out and grabbed us with his two long tentacles. We surrendurred to his grasp.
I was on his right, and she was on his left. He brought us close to his giant eyes. I looked into his eye, and colors spun around his pupil. He spoke to us telepathically:
Ah.... Atlanteans, surface dwellers, you have returned. You seek a blessing, do you not? You know you are my children. You find what you seek, but you must seek still. All will be revealed when you are ready. Now, breathe.
He squirted a cloud of ink, and it moved toward us, as if sentient. We closed our eyes and inhaled it. I felt strong. I opened my eyes, and they were glowing gold. My mermaid friend's eyes were glowing violet.
Return to the sea for healing. Return to the sea for power, my children. Return to the sea to return to me. I am watching over you, on land, sea, and sky.
I started to speak.
Sh. I know your thoughts. This is a dream, yes, and yet, not a dream. You are going to forget. Now is not the time for you to be too amazed. You will recall my love for you, at the proper time. You know. You already understand that I am your ancestor. Now, breathe again.
Again, ink came out of him, and we inhaled it. I felt a different kind of power. Our bodies began to faintly glow as if light was coming out of our pores.
You are ambassadors of the sea. You love the sea as I do, as I love you, and you love me. You have a mission, yet your task is to not do, but be. Be love, my children. Be love, and be free.
He let us go, and we bowed to him, then swam out of the cavern. We held hands again, and followed the glowing blue line up near the surface until we could see each other.
"Is this a dream?" I asked her telepathically.
"I don't know. I think so, and yet, it feels more like... something else. We've been here before haven't we?"
"Yes, it's all so... familiar. But, somehow, I feel like I am going to forget you, forget everything. I don't want to."
I took her other hand, brought her hands up to my lips, kissing them. She pressed her forehead into my hands, closing her eyes.
She leaned back and looked into my eyes. She placed her right hand on my chest.
"Here."
She lifted her hand, and a small glowing lavender four pointed star was left where her hand was.
"Everything is fading," I said sadly.
"It's okay," she said, and we embraced.. and the dream faded away.

24.10.2009

Full Moon Drum Circle (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Dive Bar
I am in a dive karaoke bar: 8 Fat Fat 8.

I am getting drunk because I find the company pretentious and boring. They are a bunch of pretentious theater people, and the women think they are way hotter than they are. I find this mildly annoying. I decide to amuse my friends by singing "Peaches" by PUSA.

In the middle of a instrumental solo, I go,"SATAN! SATAN! SATAN!" The "hot" girls look mortified. At the end of the song I go, "Hail Satan!" and some people laugh. Others look annoyed.

MoSh is sitting at a table across the way. He is wearing jeans, a green faded T-shirt with a superhero team on it, blue jeans, and worn shoes. He has a scruffy face, glasses, and his hair is grown out. Some of the women look at him curiously, but he doesn't seem to notice. He is looking around the bar. He doesn't seem like he came with the people he is sitting with. They seem like a bunch of boring DC's. For some reason, I just expect to see him, so I don't become lucid. "Let's go out for a smoke," I say. He nods.

We walk around the corner outside. "Fuckin A!" he says in a slight Canadian accent. "Hawai'i is hot compared to Canada."
"It shore is!" I laugh. I roll a cigarette and drop some weed in it. He got distracted by some hot mixed race chicks in tight dresses walking in.

I ask him for a light. He pulls a generic yellow Bic lighter out of his pocket. I light up. I take a puff and hand it to him. "Hey is this a spliff?" he asks.

"Yes," I say. "Dude," I say, exhaling smoke, "sorry about the whole cat attack thing in the dream the other night. I didn't even realize you would perceive it as an attack. I was like, in this crazy trance that I go to in dreams sometimes. I have had those dreams since childhood, but anyways..."

He hands it back to me. "Hey, don't worry about it," he coughed. "I don't really smoke that much."

"Heh, I know." I take a puff. "Dude, this place sucks." I feel like he wants to go inside and check out those hot snobby chicks, so I say, "Well, hey, let's finish our drinks, and then see if we want to dig out."

I offer him the spliff. "You good?"

"Oh, yeah, Hawaii man. What do you guys call it here?"
"Pakalolo."
"Pakalolo," he said. "Sounds funny."
"It makes you feel like it sounds. Well, I will save this for later," I say, placing the spliff in my pocket.

We laugh and go back inside. The hot girls are each flirting with two or three guys at once. I don't like the vibe of this place. I can tell MoSh doesn't care for it. We finish our drinks standing, and I carry the empties to the bar. I say goodbye to my friend, Troy, saying, "Hey dude, we are going to get up early and go to the beach."
He asks me if I want to smoke. "No thanks, bro."

Dream Conversation about Dreaming
MoSh and I get in this 88 Olds Cutlass Supreme I used to have. We drive down the road. "So, how about going up on a mountain? I know a cool place. We could just look at the full moon, and chill."

"Sounds like a plan. Too bad those chicks were lame, though," he says.

"I know," I sigh.

We drive to a liquor store. "Man, think about this, this is really weird, right, I mean, we met each other in dreams before waking life. How the hell can we tell people that? It sounds either gay or insane."
He laughs, "It's because you're a fag."
"You are gay. Just kidding. We sound like 12-year-olds."
I pull into the liquor store. It's a liquor store on Cape Cod, but it's in Hawai'i. I get out and turn on the alarm.
MoSh steps out, and turns on the alarm. I turn it off. "Oh shit, sorry!" he says.
"No it was my dumbass fault!" I say. I grab a six pack of Bodddington's. "You want something?"
"Uh," he hesitates.
"Listen," I say, "I know you dished out a lot of cash to come to Hawai'i, so don't worry about it, bro!"
"I like IPA," he smiles.
"Really, I don't care for that bitter stuff. It's all yours!" I grab a six pack of a local IPA microbrew, pay for it, and pick up a pack of yellow pack American Spirits. We get back in the car.
We drive to this mountain. "So where are we going?"
"Aw this cool mountain dude, it's called ____ ____ . We have secret drum circles there on the full moon. It's badass."
"Nice," he grinned. "Hey, mind if I light up a cigarette?"
"I don't give a shit. Just throw the butt in the trash when you're done."
"Yeah man."
We drive up the mountain. "You know," I say. "Dreaming, it's so amazing. Some dreams are so realistic. I don't get it, it's like this long involved very realistic story, and it's almost impossible to become lucid."
We park the car and get out, taking stuff out of the trunk, beers, backpacks, didjeridoo.
"I know," he says, "like when I was on the beach with the Nagual. That totally blew my mind."
"It still blows my mind. Like, I mean, we could be having a dream right now, but it's so realistic, we wouldn't know."
"Hey let's do a reality check right now," he smiles.
"Okay," I laugh. We look at our hands. "Normal," I say.
"Me too," he says.
"Nose pinch!" I say.
We do the nose pinch RC. "I can breathe through my nose," I say. "Weird, me too," he says.
"I guess we're not doing it right," I say. "Hey Raven's reality check is to levitate a couple inches off of the ground. Let's try it."

Drum Circle
We both levitate a couple inches off the ground, but it's too dark to notice. "Didn't work!" I laugh. I stuff beers into my backpack. He carries the IPA, and I carry my didjeridoo. We walk along a dark moonlit hiking trail, hovering two inches from the ground
We hear drums in the distance. "Dude, it's the full moon, the drum circle is here. HUH HUH HUH."
"Alright, crazy cat. Are these people cool?"
"Yeah really cool. Dude we should trip sometime."
"Hmm, maybe," he says. We walk through the tropical mountain forest silently.
We come upon the drum circle. "Hey, didj man!" someone says. A cute buxom blond girl pops up and says, "hey Nate," and gives me a hug. She looks at MoSh and beams at him. "Who's your friend?"
"Oh, sorry, this is MoSh from dreamviews, I pulled him into this dream to hang out with me."
"Oh cool. Hi MoSh." He smiles shyly and puts his hand out. "And you are...?"
"Jessica, but, just call me Jessie." She throws her arms around him, and gives him a hug that is uncomfortably long for a Canadian. I giggle. "Want some strawberry beer? We have raspberry beer, pear beer... Want one?"
"Uh sure. Raspberry."
"Nomad?"
"Hmm. Strawberry please, dear. Want a Boddington's?"
"No, but have you got any weed?" she says handing us the beers. "Nope," I joke taking a piece out of my pocket, and loading it.
We crack our beers and toast. "To the Moon!" I say. "To the Moon!" say MoSh and Jessica.

I howl at the Moon like a wolf. Everyone starts howling. It sounds completely wild and primal. I yip like a pack of mad coyotes. MoSh starts howling. His wolf howl sounds badass. "I hear them in the mountains when we go camping," he grins.
I hand my piece to Jessica. "Here," I say. "I am good." I walk away leaving Jessica and MoSh to talk. I start playing my didjeridoo and wander around the fire. Other people are playing drums, chanting and some side percussion, singing bowls, guitar and ukulele, even a washtub thingy and a mouth harp.
I blast my didjeridoo at the Moon. I see Selene's face appear in it, smiling at me, and then a rabbit. The devil's face appears, and I stop playing, and chuckle to myself. I lay down on my back in the dirt and look at the stars. I watch a meteor shower.
MoSh comes over and squats next to me. He is eating a tropical fruit that Jessica gave him.
"Dude," he says, "this is way better than the last place."
"I know, right? Sweet serendipity." I place my hands behind my head.
"Dude, is that girl single?"
"Man, I don't even know! Girls in Hawai'i are really friendly." Another guy sat down by her at the fire. She didn't pay much attention to him. She caught us looking at her and smiled.
"Hey, play didjidoo man!"
"Didjeridoo?"
"Yeah, sorry." I started playing. Jessica came over and sat next to MoSh.
I stop playing. "So where's that guy you were with when I met you at-?"
"Oh, he's not my boyfriend," she says hurriedly. "He thinks he is, but no." She rolls her eyes. "I have to go back to Florida for school. I live here, though."
She turns to MoSh. "Kiss me," she whispers, "before this dream is over. Kiss me now in the darkness, _____ ."

Everything turns black, and all I can see is MoSh and the girl kissing. I feel uncomfortable seeing this, and the dream fades.

Note: Do a lot of research before ingesting large amounts of nutmeg or trying any drug.

EDIT: This dream happened in June or so.


I decided to meditate in shavasana (sp?). It's a yoga pose lying on your back, eyes closed, palms facing upward. I thought this might enhance the high. When I do this sober, and take deep breaths, I get real body highs, and feel very tingly and relaxed. So, I meditated, and released all the mental chatter. I felt fear, and allowed myself to feel the emotion, then released it. I stretched out my spine. I focused on my breath, simply breathing deeply. I meditated on nothing else but my breath.

The next thing I can remember is walking back into my room, startled to see my grandmother in there, since she never goes in there, even though I live with her. She was lighting incense on this huge shrine, about four feet high, in the center of my room. The shrine looked like black cardboard, with progressively smaller boxes stacked one on the other, with holes for incense sticks.

When I walked in, she looked startled and embarrassed. She said, "Oh, I'm sorry." Then, she walked out, murmuring, "it smells like poison in here," really spitting out the p in poison, sounding annoyed. She knows I smoke cannabis, by the way, and is fine with it, but we don't talk about it.

I put out a stick of incense, and to my chagrin, there were a bunch of sticks burning all around the shrine. Some were unlit. I didn't know if she was planning on lighting them all or what. I put them all out.

I was tired, so I went to sleep. There were some people talking outside my window that woke me up. I looked out the window, and saw three people standing outside their cars, and maybe some more inside. The three people outside their cars were two men and a woman. They seemed to have a shady vibe, which annoyed me, but didn't make me feel scared. The man on the left looked right at me, making eye contact. I looked back, not caring. After all, I was just looking out my window, and he was the one peering in, so I didn't feel bad about it. He continued talking to the other man. The woman didn't speak. The other man was dressed in a suit, or button down shirt looked at me. He looked like this guy, Zach, I just met. I was annoyed with him also. His stare was more intense and bold than the first guy's, but I wasn't afraid at all. I decided to just go back to sleep. As I laid down, I noticed he was still staring at me, which is impossible, because the wall is in the way. I just chalked it up to a nutmeg hallucination, and went back to sleep.

I woke up in bed with three other guys. It was like an oversized king sized bed. We were sleeping as to avoid touching each other, like how my friends and I used to sleep after hotel parties. I thought, "That's weird. I don't remember this party. Well, I'll just get a drink of water and take a piss, and it will all come back to me." It was light out, and as I walked across the hall to use the bathroom, I ended up in a room I have never seen before. This room had a sliding glass door, and sunlight pouring in. It was full of rattan furniture. The three guys were three White guys I talked to on Friday night that I have met earlier. It's unusual to see three White people in a group of friends here in Hawaii, becaue Whites are a minority.

Zachary walked past me into the room, and picked up a newspaper off the nightstand. He asked me if he could borrow it. I said, "Yeah, sure. Oh, wait, my grandma wants to go through it first. Actually, wait until she's done."

The next thing I knew, I was half asleep in my room. I was awakened by my sister's hair brushing against my face. There was a period where, as adults, we had to sleep in the same room because of overcrowded conditions, so it wasn't particularly surprising. I would sleep on her bedroom floor. It was night again. After I noticed it was night, I realized that whole episode of me with the three White guys was obviously a dream, because of the absurdity of it.

My sister walked out of the room. I was about to use the bathroom, but she went in their first. It was fine, I didn't have to go that badly anyway. I walked down the hall to the kitchen to get a drink of water. Right before I got to the kitchen, she called me from the hallway behind me, "Remember to drink lots of water, because of all that nutmeg." And I said, "Right."

I noticed a lot of visual distortions at this point. I felt very strange, the feeling is pretty indescribable, but I will do my best. I felt fascinated by the wavy hallucinations, a little afraid at was was going to happen next, excited because of the anticipation, and a constant underlying euphoric high. I started seeing double. Actually, it was more like, I was processing what each eye was seeing individually without merging my sight into a whole.

My sister had my reluctant trip sitter when I drank some morning glory tea made of one leaf with minimal effects. I thought she was doing a good job of being my trip sitter at the moment. I stood in front of a mirror that is shaped like a window in the dining area. It was on the opposite wall, though. I had been looking at my reflection in the mirror as I was smoking. I feel mirrors are empowering if you can stare into them for a long period in the darkness and release your fear.

I remembered the idea of looking at your hands when you realize you are lucid dreaming to stay in the dream, and stay lucid. My sister walked down the hall and was near me, placidly watching.

I lifted up my hands, palms facing inward, and saw nothing. I physically felt my hands go up, but saw nothing. I repeated this a second time, and then a third. The third time, I saw my hands and arms reflected in the mirror, but not my real hands. I said aloud, "Look at your hands. I am dreaming," just as I have been doing while awake and sober in order to induce and retain lucid dreams.

At this point I realized I was tripping balls. I decided I needed another drink of water, remembering how nutmeg dries you out, and I didn't want a nutmeg hangover. I excitedly went to the kitchen sink, and got a drink of water. After I drank it, I again lifted up my hands to look at them. Nothing. I went back to the mirror. I saw the reflection in the mirror again. For some reason, I went into Horse Stance, (the typical karate/kung fu wide stance with bent knees) and I felt powerful. I felt strong because I was tripping so hard, yet I was unafraid. I kept moving my hands up and down, seeing the backs of my hands and my forearms in the mirror, and the reflection of my shirtless torso and head, but seeing no hands right in front of my face. I kept saying, "Look at your hands, I am dreaming."

I was pleased with myself at being able to trip so hard, and release the fear. My sister just stood there watching me, placidly. I felt mana coming up out of the ground into my feet, and moving up my legs into my whole body. I said, "fuck yeah," to myself, and kept moving my hands up and down. I was ready for the rest of the trip. I knew I would be alright, and not freak out.

Suddenly I was lying in bed with no pillows or sheets on it. I got up, took a piss, and got a drink of water. I wondered what was going to happen next. I realized that part about the three White guys had been a dream. Then, I realized the reason I had no pillows or sheets on my bed, was because I fell asleep while meditating. Then, waitaminute! My sister lived in a different house now, and there was no four foot shrine in my bedroom. It had all been a dream.

The nutmeg induced lucid dreaming, and in the last dream, I realized I was being affected by nutmeg, but I did not realized I was dreaming. I don't exactly know what you call that! I don't think there's a name for it. I looked in the bathroom mirror, and I said, "Ok, this is reality."

I went back to bed, and I noticed the shadows of the jalousies on my curtains reminded of tiger stripes. I put a little pinch of nutmeg under my tongue, and I tried to lucid dream again, but I simply slept soundly through the night, and woke up at a normal time with no side effects.

Nutmeg? Blech! That stuff will give you the worst hangover known to man!

You were in my dreams Friday night, but I gave up on trying to get through to you. You seemed too out of it. Now I know why. Who does nutmeg? lol

Thank you, you just proved to me after reading your latest entry that i can have good recall and still smoke pot

I used to have really good recall, around a year or so ago but stopped recording dreams and got lazy with it.
Anyways iv been a little worried over what people have said on other threads but I'm thinking that's just propaganda from the uninformed.

Originally Posted by The Cusp

Nutmeg? Blech! That stuff will give you the worst hangover known to man!

You were in my dreams Friday night, but I gave up on trying to get through to you. You seemed too out of it. Now I know why. Who does nutmeg? lol

Well, nutmeg is one of the few hallucinogens that makes you sleepy. Friday night I did not do nutmeg... But I was in an awake... altered state. I was def. in another dimension.

Originally Posted by Pride

Thank you, you just proved to me after reading your latest entry that i can have good recall and still smoke pot

I used to have really good recall, around a year or so ago but stopped recording dreams and got lazy with it.
Anyways iv been a little worried over what people have said on other threads but I'm thinking that's just propaganda from the uninformed.

My theory is that cannabis puts you into a deeper sleep faster, thus making dreams harder to recall, but you can still recall them.

Barman Stripper Dream

Homeless with a Wolf

couldn't you just type your dreams with less details?

Originally Posted by WakingNomad

Homeless with a Wolf

I tried three times and got error message:
The file you are trying to access is temporarily unavailable.

It seems MegaUploads isn't perfect, either.

It works for me fine raven.

Originally Posted by Man of Shred

couldn't you just type your dreams with less details?

yes. I already do that, when I make notes about the highlights of my dreams. But, writing as detailed as I can is best.

Originally Posted by Man of Shred

It works for me fine raven.

It finally worked.

these are really just dream notes:

-I was in a spaceport. It was huge. I felt lost. There were big plastic tubes going between the buildings.

-I was in a library talking with my aunt and Raven about dreams. (I have an aunt who keeps dreaming about me, and wonders why. HAHA)
This hot girl I am attracted to was in my dream. She has a red mohawk.

- I was hanging out with Bette Midler in a mall. We walk into a jewelry shop. She shows off and does the splits. Bodyguards appear, and a bunch of random men take pictures. I think about how sexy she is.

I was with beachgirl. We were merpeople underwater. We explored the ocean together, holding hands as we swam.

June 11, 2008, 10:23 AM

“It burns, it hurts, but it doesn’t really hurt me.”

I awoke quite a few hours ago. I do not recall most of my dream, I wish I did. Since I did not have access to this laptop, I wish I wrote it down.

I was being given a tour of a steel factory by a woman that worked there. The place was very noisy. She was wearing black coveralls, a welder‘s mask in the up position, steel toe boots, and everything else on her was silver. Silver belt buckle, silver zippers on her clothes, and there was some other elements of silver on her that I can’t completely recall. She had a large pair of blacksmith’s tongs which she sometimes playfully carried and gestured with, and sometimes dropped in a pocket.

I could tell she loved the noise, the controlled chaos, and the sense of danger and the creation of the strong alloy. She walked ahead of me, a little quicker than I wanted to go with a slight bounce to her step. I wanted to take in all the sights, and she was excited to show everything to me. She was passionate about her work, and walked with the familiarity of a sailor walking about his ship, and the exuberance of a child playing in their favorite world. She had long black hair done up in a ponytail, dark skin, and dark eyes. As she spoke to me, she would turn back to me occasionally her white smile flashing in the orange glow of molten steel.

I was fascinated by her, and her reckless abandonment of societal gender norms for her passion for creating steel. As the tour continued, she repeatedly got close to the molten steel, doing things which scared me. Putting her face or hand near it, or playfully dipping her tongs in it. I tried to understand what she was saying about the processes of purification and amalgamation, but I was not very interested in steelmaking. I enjoyed the thunderous energy of the place, and the hellish ambience.

I remember a machine in the shape of a large cylinder to the left of the path, almost looking like a small black submarine with windows on it. Inside of it was molten steel bubbling about. She told me it was some type of purification chamber.

We continued on the tour, and walked up a small metal staircase. In front of us was a large vat of molten steel. She made some remark about, “it burns, it hurts, but I love it. It won’t really hurt me.” Then, she jumped in, and begun swimming across to the other side, as if it was a backyard pool. At this point, I was overwhelmed with fear, then amazement and shock, that I woke up.

***

On Monday night, I went to see fire dancers that spin fire at a park nearby every week. I have taken a slight interest in one of the women that spins fire there. Now I realize that the character in the dream was inspired by her. She is four years older than me, and a philosophy major in college, both significant. I have always dated women younger than me. My (ex)wife is ten years younger than me. Also, I have never been with a woman actively pursuing her education, or even a career for that matter. Ambition in a woman has intimidated me in the past, though always fascinated me. Do I still get intimidated? Yes, I do. Not to the point where I reject them, but I do still keep a distance. Being an insecure person, I wanted security. I hoped a woman with no ambition would want to stay with me, would not leave me because she had nothing to take her away from me. I was wrong. A boyfriend/girlfriend or spouse may leave for a variety of reasons, some reason may even be unknown to the person leaving.

Also, the book I have been reading, The Dark Night of the Soul is replete with the symbolism of Greek mythology. This dark figure in my dream also feels like Hekate, the goddess of the night, or Persephone, the dark Queen of the Underworld. I hope next similar dream, I can become lucid, then jump into the molten steel, or headlong into whatever dream-danger is in front of me.

I am walking through the underworld. I am fascinated by the place, and feel relatively safe, but there is danger all around me, but only a perceived ethereal peril. I am being guided by one who is familiar with and unafraid in the underground realm of darkness, fire being the only light.

This time in my life is very dark, yet exciting and wondrous. I miss my (ex)wife, but I refuse to be a controlling masochist any longer. I am trying to allow the natural course of life to flow and blow through me, instead of clinging to a marriage that simply does not exist. But, I still love her, I still want to be with her. I don’t want to let go, but I have to.


Fragment:

I was floating on clouds in the sky. I saw a flying snake with a big grin on his face. R. (not Raven) was on a cloud. She waved at me. The ogre appeared and pulled her out of my dream. ) :

I was hiding in a hollow in a tunnel. I was a little white rabbit. I knew she was going to walk past me soon. I heard her footsteps. A girl that looked like Little Red Riding Hood, but all in white, walked by me. I stifled a giggle. She started floating forward, as if she was falling, then she started walking on the wall of the cave, then the floor. I thought this was terribly funny. I covered my mouth with my paw and tried not to giggle. She climbed out of the cave, and started walking on the surface of a cliff, which became the ground.

I followed her very quietly right behind her. I almost jumped into her heel. When she got on to the ground, she turned into Alice.
"Hullo?" she said. "What do we have here?" She looked around at the sky. Animal shaped clouds were floating by. A winged hippo cloud flew by and grinned at her.
I popped my head out. "Heeheehee. Hi!" I said.
"Well, you are you?"
I couldn't remember. I shrugged my shoulders.
"Christopher Ro-o-o-bin!" I said.
"Well, you silly rabbit! That's not your name, and it's not my name either!"
"Let's have some Candyland!" I said. I offered her a chocolate covered lollipop.
I gave it to her, and it turned into a flower. The flower said, "Hello, Alice!"
"Oh! How very strange!" she said.
I multiplied all the holes, and dozens of rabbits hopped out, other multiples of me. We laughed and hopped about randomly.
"Oh, you silly bunnies! How do I get back home?"
"Follow the rabbit to the wizard!" I said.
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know!" I giggled.
She crawled back in the hole. "No, you can't go that way!"
She came back out. She tapped her foot. "Then what?"
I shrugged. She stuck her tongue out at me, then disappeared.
"Darn!" I said. "I lost my playmate." I grew wings and flew away.

Neverwonderland!

I was a white rabbit with a long tail like a dog, and wings. I was hiding in a cave waiting for Alice to show up. "Oh, hello, you naughty bunny!" I heard a girl's voice say. It was Wendy. She grabbed my tail. "Hee hee hee!" I laughed. I flew out of the side of the cave, which was the side of a cliff that became the ground.

I flew up toward the sky. "Oh my!" said Wendy.
"Oh my indeed, Alice!" I said.
"Hey, that's not my name!" said the girl. "My name is-"
"Hello, Wendy!" said a little rainbow fairy changing colors, with a big grin on her face.
"Hello, Pixy," she said. "I'm Raven Knight."
"Of course you are, Wendy," she said.
"Oh, am I? Hmm... can I have some pixie dust so I can fly?"
"Well, you don't need it, but here you go!"
Pixy sprinkled pixie dust on Raven Knight, and she grew angel wings. "Yaay! I can fly!" she said.
"Of course, we all can!" I said. I turned into a pink winged bunny with a fluffy tail. "Follow me!"
"Where are we going?"
"First start to the left, then straight on til morning!"
"And where is that?"
"Neverwonderland!"
A winged snake flew by, grinning at us. "Who is that?" said Wendy. "That's Bagheera!" I said. "No, that's not right... mush... mushy... MoSh? What's a MoSh? I don't know. Something about rock and roll."
"What is that?" said Raven.
"I used to know, but, hmm.. I forgot," I said.
"Yeah, that remind me of Metallica, but I don't remember what that is."
"Oh well!" I said. I turned into Peter Pan, and we flew toward a small volcanic island, with a huge volcano in the center. "Yaay! Let's go down the mudslide!" I said.
"Eyew yuck!" said Pixy.
"Oh, yum!" said Raven.
"Yum, indeed! The mountain is chocolate!" I laughed.
We flew to the top of the mountain, and Raven turned into Little White Riding Hood. I changed into a wolf. "Hey stop that!" she said. "Ok," I said and changed back in Peter Pan. She sat down on a small rug at the top of the mud slide, and I sat down behind her. "Go Wendy!" I said.
"Huh?" she asked, changing back into Wendy. I laughed.
"Just go!" I said. Pixy pushed us, and we slid down the mud slide. Pixy flew near us as we slid down. Mud splashed on us. I scooped some off the side, and splattered it on Wendy's face.
"Hey!" she said. "Stop that!"
"It's chocolate!" I laughed. She scooped it off, and ate it. "Mm! It is!"
"I know! I made it," I laughed.
I flicked a piece of chocolate at Pixy.
"Hey you!" she said, and pointed he wand at me. She made rainbow sparkles stick to my face.
Wendy turned and looked at me. She licked my cheek. "Hey, yuck! Stop that!"
"Yum! Taste like sparkly rainbows," she said.
"What are you, a dog?"
We got to the bottom, and landed in a pool of water.
"Sometimes," said Raven. She changed into a cute brown dog, and paddled around in the water.
There was a pirate ship floating in the water. "Who's ship is that? Captain Hook?"
"Yeah," I said, "but he's a pushover. He's a DC I made just for training."
"Oh, I have DC's like that," said Raven.
Captain Hook appeared at the side of the ship.
"Peter Pan?!" he shouted angrily.
"Tick tock, tick tock!" I taunted.
"Oh, don't remind me, you insolent child!"
I laughed and splashed water at him. His face and hair got all wet. He left in a huff.

"Let's go underwater!" I said.
"Ok!" Raven and Pixy said.
I turned into a crocodile, Raven turned into a porpoise, and Pixy changed into a mermaid.

We swam out of the lagoon, into the ocean under a stone arch. Three mermaids swam to us, one with green hair, one with purple, and one with orange. "Hello, Peter!" they said melodically.
"I am not Peter Pan! I am TickTock, and I am going to eat you up!" I said.
"Oh, no!" they said, playing along, and swam away. They blew kisses at me, which floated through the water, and stuck to my face.
"Eyew! Yuck!" I said, wiping the kisses off.
"Am I your favorite mermaid?" Pixy said, kissing my nose.
I changed back into Peter Pan, and blushed.

"Hello Peter Nomad!" said a shark man swimming up to us. He had a huge smile on his face. "I am Shark!"
"Shark!" I said. "I remember you!"
"Well, of course you do! Come to my temple!"
We followed Shark to a large underwater temple. There was a huge statue of him there.
"Um, this is kind of boring," I said.
"That's not very nice!" he pouted. "Well, watch this!"
He snapped his fingers, and sunglasses appeared on his face, a top hat, a cane, and a small dinner jacket. He grinned.
He snapped his fingers again. A huge cast of undersea cartoon characters appeared, and broke into a song and dance number, Arabian Nights, from Alladin.
"That doesn't make any sense!" I started laughing.
"But, was it boring?"
"Oh, that was magnificent," said Raven. "Thank you, Mr. Shark."
"You can just call me Mano," he said, and kissed Raven's hand.
"Thank you, Mano," she blushed. I giggled, and Pixy kissed me on the mouth. I closed my eyes for a second, then opened them, surprised at being kissed.
Mano and Raven laughed at me, then I swam under a rock and turned into a snail.
Raven swam to me. "Hey, you, don't be embarrassed. I'm sorry, little snail." She put her hand out. "Here take my hand, Nomad," she said.

"No! You are just going to laugh at me!"
Pixy turned into a fairy again, and grabbed one of my eyestalks. "Hey, stoppit! Stoppit!"
"Nomad, stop being silly! You know you like to kiss me!"
"Girls are gross! Go away!" I said.
She yanked me out from under the rock.
"Don't you remember?" Pixy said. She changed into her Pixy self. I changed into my Nomad self. She kissed me again. I took her in my arms, and held her close, kissing her passionately. Raven and Mano clapped.
I looked into her eyes. I saw the night sky in her pupils like two galaxies. "We have been together since the beginning of time," she said softly. "Please don't ever forget," she said as a tear rolled down her cheek. "I love you."
I kissed her again, and forgot about everything else, except for how real she felt.

Android Spidermen

My cousin D, and I were android spidermen with the alien symbiote costume. We were webslinging through a bombed out city.
"We are The Spidermen!" I said.
"And we will rule the Night!" he said.
"Yes, my brother. Ah look, below, enemies!"
There was Scorpion and Rhino in the street below. There were throwing cars and fire hydrants at people. Rhino was charging into crowds of people, and busting through doors.
We landed on the ground in front of them.
"Hello, enemies. Why don't you pick on someone your own size?"
"That line is so cheesy!" said Rhino as I shot web into his face.
"Yes, cheesy enough to induce a retort while shoot you in the fucking face with my web, dumbass!"
He roared, and tried to get the web off of his face. "No fingers, idiot," I said laughing.
D shot his web at Scorpion's tail. "You fool!" he said. "Do you think that is the only source of my power?" Scorpion shot poison from his hands at D. He created a web shield, and blocked the poison, yawning.
"How dare you yawn at me!" he said.
I swung Rhino over my head, and slammed him on the ground, then back the other way.
"Good idea," D said. he did the same thing to Scorpion. Scorpion hissed like a snake, and shot poison again at D. D made a web umbrella, and said, "Oh, it's drizzling out." He slammed Scorpion into the ground. "I have had enough of your hunnabuddas!" he said, and shot webs over Scorpion's hands.
We slammed them back and forth, BOOM BOOM BOOM!
Then, we swung them in a circle, and tossed them into a large Selene portal in the sky.
We laughed like cheesy cartoon characters at the end of an episode. My dog Jo, ran to us, and barked at the villains. We laughed again.
We webslung through the city, and came to a thatched roof village on the edge of the city.
Orcs riding on wolves ran into the village, and the people went running. We shot two of them with webs, covering their steeds also. "Ah! The Demons!" they shouted. They threw ropes around the ones in the webs, and dragged them away.
We turned into android Venom's and our tongues lashed out at the orcs. "You look delicious!" I said.
"I want your blood!" we both said. The orcs screamed and ran away, dragging their friends with them. The people came out and stared at us. We grinned at them, showing our many pointed teeth. Some people laughed, and some fainted. Dark angry industrial music like Ministry played. "We are the Guardians of the Night!" we shouted. We melted into the ground, laughing maniacally.

Chaos and Dust, Gears Dream

D and I were in a Gears of War world. He was a super soldier, genetically engineered to kick ass and take names. I was a cyborg, enhanced for pain. We were charging straight through concrete walls, BOOM BOOM BOOM!
"We must hurry, my brother!" he shouted through the chaos and dust.
"Yes, for the child!" I shouted back.
We came to a room, with my cousin Em sitting on the floor amongst rubble, crying. My cousin Ci, was wearing a short brown robe, white pants, and brown boots. She pulled back her hood. "You have created an escape path. Let's go," she said solemnly.
D picked up Em, and put her over his shoulder. Ci got on a hoverbike and revved it. We ran back through the holes we had punched. A demon driving a spiderbot chased us, smashing through the holes we had created. "Don't look back," said Ci grimly. "Keep going!"

"Come here, my children," laughed the demon. "Oh, how I do love to feed upon your dreams!"
We ran through the last wall. D turned around, and threw a sticky mine at the spiderbot, and it stuck to its body.
"Hey, fuck you," said D. He leapt forward, as Ci and I boosted. D detonated the mine, and the spiderbot blew to pieces. We went up a grassy hill, and looked over the city.
"The city is rigged for detonation," Ci said.
"Scanning," I said. I shot tiny drones, the size of peas, out of my fingertips, and they flew into the city. I changed my vision to see through walls. I saw a bunch of demons shapes milling about. "Drone scan, negative. Heat vision, negative. No friendlies in the detonation zone."
"Die, you bastards," said Ci quietly. She pushed a button on a remote in her hand. BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!
A circle of bombs went off from the outside, moving inward in concentric circles. I turned on my energy shield, and kneeled down, protecting us from the blast and dust. A wave of concrete dust blew over us.
"It is finished," said Ci. D set Em on the ground, and she hugged him as he knelt there.

I tried this timer deal. It actually decreased lucidity, but in increased how many NLD's I was aware of. But, i didn't want to write any down, because I was too sleepy. It made me realize how many NLD's I have that I don't remember.

I think it decreased lucidity because during my long epic lucid dreams I am in a non-REM deep sleep, and the timer didn't allow that to happen.


Frags:

airport

hotel

some chick in black on top of me...