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    Another Melody Fragment (With Lyrics this Time)

    by LeaningKarst on 08-16-2023 at 03:27 AM
    Melody Fragment (with lyrics)

    I awoke around 4 am from a rather confusing dream in which I may have been singing this, although the conscious Ďmeí seemed distinct from the dream Ďmeí, and I have the impression that I woke myself up intentionally at this point since I always try to be on the lookout for dream music.

    This is what I can remember of the melody, with the approximate tempo:

    The accompanying lyrics were: ĎSam, you are lucky. Sam, you are empty,í with the first three words corresponding to the initial three notes of each phrase. As a note, itís fairly normal for me to listen to, play or write things in 7/8, but I canít say the same about Eb major.


    No Rats Were Harmed in the Making of this Entry

    by LeaningKarst on 08-05-2023 at 03:51 AM
    Iím reading through profiles posted on a website. For one, I read, ďMy story does not begin or end and has no need to stop at these Davidís bones.Ē


    Iím going to a gym or similar. Everybody there is trying to work out some cryptic puzzle. The phrase ďtraveling in the tail of a soundĒ is a hint.


    Iím attending a class in a floating city where all the buildings and such look like clouds Ė almost certainly as a person other than myself. Itís a group of a dozen or so students led by a teacher. Thereís a nocturnal atmosphere. Up until this point, Iíve been behind the rest of the class, but something has clicked for me since the last time we met. All of us are supposed to race to find a certain ship (airship, really, although it wasnít described that way). I start out strong and have a lead from the beginning, and I actually make it there first. (This part is sort of video game-ish.) We do a couple more rounds after that; I take even more efficient routes, having a better idea of the cityís layout, and again make it there first. The third time, which works a little differently, I make it to the ship so far ahead that I actually have time to untie it and bring it around to where the others are still struggling to get past a certain obstacle.


    The next dream from that night is explicitly video game-like rather than implicitly. The dream involves the party going down to the underworld to rescue a comrade. This is a fairly routine occurrence, although enough of a bother to where itís still better to avoid having to do it. This is the first time itís happened in this game, so we get a special introduction to Fancrow, who is putting in a special appearance as lord of the dead. Fancrow is an older man, short, Caucasian, with white hair and a beard, wearing a blue uniform trimmed in yellow Ė just how he looked in the previous game. There are a number of little references to his role in that game, where he was a side character: there, you have to win a duel against him to get [handwriting illegible]. Iíve been given to understand that he just lets the dead person go the first time, and also the first time it happens after a solstice passes (which is yet another little reference). But nothing is happening. In addition to the action playing out, there are a number of interface elements visible, including one with a grayed-out sword. That means that we havenít yet recruited the party member who would be really helpful in this situation.

    Itís also possible for the deceased themselves to trigger their own release, and the dream then cuts to the PoV of the person weíre here for, whoís in the process of doing just that. She jumps onto a flying vehicle, which instantly plummets since itís set to the gravity of the lower realms. As it goes down, a bad smell becomes more and more prominent Ė associated with the place itself.

    The dream cuts back to the scene with Fancrow, where something is happening. Heís being hit with small objects in advance of the party member breaking through. Things are looking good now, but Iím still angry at Fancrow for taking my friend away, so I take advantage of his distraction to punch him. But he isnít taken off guard. He just mirrors my action and grins. I know that now Iím going to be the next one to end up down here.


    To help RD, I go to a place that looks like an abandoned mall to complete some kind of puzzle that involves getting the air to flow into a certain place up high, which is necessary to accomplish something. Thereís no place I can stand to get it there directly, so I have to use the extremely larger flowers growing high up on vines there to redirect it. This is a timed puzzle, but I manage to complete it quickly, mentally directing the air along the right path. RD is happy about this. We are part of a small group, and because of this, she will be able to provide the space for us to do something later on. Possibly related, although for reasons that are now unclear, later on, I'm running through mental projections of rat experiments, one after another, changing the conditions as certain aspects become clear so I can get another step closer to figuring out what I want to know. I do tens of thousands of them, although each one only seems to take instants to run start to finish. It seems as if all of this is necessary since I'm trying to actually figure out the causation of something rather than just navigating outcomes.


    I have, in connection with (dream-)siblings, made something that had gotten very popular. I'm getting invitations from people all over the world wanting me to have adventures with them. I could travel anywhere in an instant, but that somehow makes it seem less interesting. And what I really want to do is just to get back to the newest musical project I'm working on.


    I'm with a group of people in a small city, chasing after someone. We split into groups to surround them. Something will end when we catch this person, and I want it to be over really badly. I experience the landscape of the dream as having harmonic connotations Ė in the area where I am, specifically, ones indicating tension. Thereís no audible music playing, just a sense of information being perceptible as part of my experience of the dream.

    (July, mostly)

    Musical Metamorphoses

    by LeaningKarst on 07-04-2023 at 04:35 AM
    All the most interesting dreams from this week involved music in some way. These included:

    -Applying a temporary tattoo of the notation for the amen break to my face, apparently for some event I was going to attend.

    -Working on a piece of music. As the dream progresses, the different parts become associated with characters, and a story plays out among them. The characters all travel somewhere special, like the moon, a number of times. I think it ended with everything being absorbed back into the composition again. Unfortunately, I canít remember many of the details as I woke up to one of the cats getting ready to cough up a hairball and had to immediately turn on the lights and make sure she didnít do it on my bouzouki.

    -Programming a couple weather patterns on something that looked suspiciously like a groovebox. Iím doing this at somebodyís request, at the shop he owns. Thereís a sense of the machine making the process much simpler than it would be otherwise, just a matter of pressing a few buttons. When Iím done, I make a mental projection of the future to check that my proposed patterns wonít screw up the weather in other places, and since everything looks OK, I confirm them.

    At some later point in the dream, I gain lucidity flying over a place thatís a cross between a highway and a waterway, with cars going one way and ships going the other. I decide to go back to the scene from the earlier dream, and I speak with the man to find out if he has anything else I can do there. It strikes me as an interesting thing to do while focusing on maintaining lucidity. I woke up not long after, though, which wasnít surprising as it was actually getting rather late into the morning.

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    Touched by a Yeti, etc.

    by LeaningKarst on 06-15-2023 at 04:03 AM
    Touched by a Yeti

    I have traveled somewhere with a large group of people, possibly by ship. Iím a different person (male, early 20s, with a Spanish-sounding name). Weíve just arrived here. Itís unclear exactly what kind of setting this is, but itís clearly not contemporary, and maybe entirely fantastical. Everything is currently covered in snow.

    I am happy because I have a new sword, and it is awesome. Itís a long, slightly curved blade, and there are etchings of animals on it Ė wild boars, maybe others. I have it out, showing people, when a strange creature appears Ė I know it to be a yeti. Itís white and shaggy, but actually a little smaller than an average human Ė overall, a very vague visual impression. (Although maybe not vaguer than my visual impressions of dream characters in general. Or, really, people in general, as I am pretty much face-blind and have had to work out other ways of recognizing people.)

    Anyway. The creature is lightning-fast and moves in unpredictable ways, including short jumps between locations. In the brief time they have to react, people are trying to get away from it, but it just moves straight past them and appears right next to me. It touches my arm, which it does something to me that makes me lose consciousness.

    Iím woken up by someone what seems like only a short time later Ė same setting, only more people are around now, and the yeti is clearly not. I go with some people to have a conversation with someone who can explain whatís going on. The person (who seems a lot like NR) explains that the creature is the guardian of this place, and it didnít like the sword Ė or, rather, its symbolic charge, so to speak Ė what it represented, which was being an outsider here and coming in intending to fix problems as an outsider, without being a part of it, which is arrogance.

    This makes sense to me. I now feel as if I understand the creature Ė not just from the explanation of its behavior but because I can tell that I now have some kind of connection with it. I know that itís here all the time, even when itís not manifesting physically. At some point later, as Iím talking with some other people who havenít yet heard about the incident, I mention the yeti to them, and I turn around, expecting to see it there behind me, and it is Ė and from their reaction, I can tell that they can see it there too. I also know that eventually, when the time is right, Iíll take the sword out again, and use it this time, but in cooperation with it.



    Iím in a room in a house at night, sitting at a keyboard. (It does seem to be me this time. Probably.) Iím playing with settings, designing sounds that Iíll be able to use for projects later on. While Iím doing this, I have a strong sense of my auntís presence, which seems connected with the keyboard in some way even though she isnít there in the dream.

    Later, Iím somewhere like the dining room table of my current house, also at night. My parents are there, and Iím showing them something on a laptop: a vst instrument that Iím thinking about getting. It is called The Curse. The sound has an evolving quality to it, and it is accompanied by simple images that change alongside it as it cycles through its various stages. It had six different settings, all represented by images of people shown in bright neon outline against a black background going through different transformations. The first was fairy tale-like Ė thatís all I can remember about it. Another image was of a woman holding a baby: it showed the woman growing old rapidly and then becoming young again as the baby continued to look the same. Some of the images I didnít see the cycles for were of a young man and woman holding wineglasses in a celebratory pose, and of a woman in a short dress wearing a helmet like the one Athena is portrayed in Ė one of the only lone figures Ė and a man and woman I surmised were in some sort of muse/artist relationship, since the woman was holding a quill pen.


    Smell Epiphany

    I am a different person (female, Asian, maybe around eight years old) living in a house with my family. The house is somewhat similar to childhood home #5, at least in the size/location of the kitchen area. Something is bothering me Ė Iíve forgotten some of the points related to this Ė so I go outside to sit by the garden. Thereís a steep, rocky slope lined with trees that leads down to a small garden where vegetables are growing. I sit on the slope, shaded by trees, and stay there for a while.

    Later, Iím in a building with my father and older brother, walking down a hallway. Itís a busy area, and many of the walls are lined with shelves full of bottles and boxes. He seems to be some kind of medical professional, and he is giving us a lesson, something both my brother and I find boring. He tells us to take a certain amount of a certain kind of powder on a shelf, so we do, putting it containers we have with us. He asks us how we can tell whether itís good quality or not. I know the right answer, and so I give it: by its smell. He tells us to go back to where we got the powder and smell it. We do. My brother goes first, and when heís done, I lean down to smell it. The stuff looks, and also kind of smells, like curry powder. As I smell it, I realize for the first time just how many dimensions a smell can have. Itís like a whole world. The idea that people can extract meaningful information doing this was just abstract to me before, but now itís real.


    Also a Couple Lucid Dreams

    I wonít describe them in detail, though, since I donít think walking/flying around and looking at things would make for very interesting reading. The first (10.6.23) had an interesting setting Ė I get lucid after the dreamís Ďplotí seems to come to an end, fly through a wall, and start exploring. I gain height and fly around an industrial park at night Ė brightly lit in different colors, with the reflected light from the overcast sky giving it a vivid atmosphere, while lightning flashes in the distance. I go in and out a number of times and make my wings appear at least twice Ė notably, just based on my shadow, they seem to be smaller than normal, which maybe makes sense as I can fly perfectly well without them, and so thereís no real need to make them look like theyíre actually serving some purpose.

    In the second lucid dream (13.6.23), after some dream events I canít recall very clearly, Iím leaving a school and happen to see by NR looking at childrenís artwork hanging in the hallway. Heís wearing a wide-brimmed hat, and so I canít see his face. I walk past, but then it occurs to me that I should really take the opportunity to talk with him. I turn around and see that heís begun to vanish, and I realize that Iím dreaming. I decide that Iíll go somewhere else, just leaving the location up to the dream.

    I keep walking towards the entrance, close my eyes, and let the dream fade around me. My sense of having a body, and therefore of having my eyes closed, vanishes completely, and once itís gone, imagery begins to arise again. In a flash, I see bare tree branches in a thick, white mist. Accompanying the visuals is a strong impression of early spring. Then everything comes into full focus again, and Iím standing in a bare garden underneath a bare-branched tree by a pond. I (wrongly) identify this as the backyard of childhood home #5 and am a little disappointed Ė just think of all the more interesting places I could have ended up. But maybe there will be some value in revisiting the place here in a dream Ė itís not exactly one I have good memories of.

    And so I walk up to the house, jumping through the garage doors but then opening the one to the inside normally for some reason Ė maybe I just expected it to be unlocked. The layout of the house does not resemble the one Iíve mistaken it for in any meaningful way other than having hardwood floors. I walk through the various rooms, ground floor first, then upper floor. Nobody is around Ė I only see a couple cats in one of the rooms. My alarm awakens me before I can explore the whole house.
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    Who uses the door anyway?

    by LeaningKarst on 12-17-2022 at 04:40 AM
    I am somewhere like a dorm room, which I seem to share with around three other people. The beds are really low, maybe just mattresses on the floor, and weíre sitting on them, listening to a woman in some kind of position of authority whoís speaking to us. She takes a feather comforter from somewhere and hands it to me to replace my current one. My bedding is all extremely tangled and twisted - Iíve slept badly. I tell her that it wouldnít be that difficult to untangle it, but she still wants to give me the new one, so I take it and set the old one at the front of the bed. She then leaves.

    My old friend Ona, who seems to be one of my roommates, is trying to tell me something now, but sheís wearing something over her mouth sort of like an underwater breathing apparatus, so I have trouble understanding her at first. Eventually, with the help of one of the others, I understand that sheís saying something about a concert she saw me play in yesterday Ė also something about how she had previously been familiar with only one of the composers whose pieces were played there.

    This next part may or may not be part of the same dream Ė there were definitely parts after that one that I forgot, anyway. But Iím in a restaurant now. Itís a large, bright space, lit mainly by daylight streaming through full-length glass windows, but a little crowded Ė all the tables seem to be filled, and there isnít much space to move between them. Saimi passes by the table where Iím sitting and makes some kind of signal to me with her hand. This somehow clues me into the fact that Iím dreaming.

    I get up and follow her out to the balcony to talk. As I pass through the glass window, I can feel some sensations from it, especially the dividing metal bars, which is unusual and a little surprising Ė possibly it has something to do with the overall level of realism seeming especially high this time. Saimi watches, pauses for a second, and then opens a glass door and walks out. I jokingly say that I havenít used a door in a dream for years now.

    We jump down from the balcony and walk around while we decide what to do. Itís now clear that the restaurant is located on a college campus Ė one thatís dream-familiar to me from at least one dream I know Iíve recorded. Saimi says that before meeting up with me, she was waiting for my Aunt O so that they could see something together. She seems to want me to guess, so I do. A play? No. A movie? Also no. Apparently, itís something like episodes from a TV series being screened somewhere on campus. She still wants to do this now, while lucid. I donít think this sounds like a very good idea Ė looking at a screen for any considerable length of time seems like a pretty good way of losing lucidity to me. It could be interesting to see if my aunt shows up, though, and to talk with her, so I agree to wait with her. Since they agreed to meet in the restaurant, we head back there, flying back up to the balcony and going back where we started.

    I figure I should probably do something to keep engaged with the dream. This doesnít strike me as a very interesting situation to work with initially. I wonder, though: what if I try to read these peopleís minds? I look around the room, getting a read of the atmosphere Ė just in a way one might in waking life. How should I do this? I focus on one woman sitting at a table near me, trying to access her mindstate. What happens is that the dream imagery itself seems to transform so that now Iím seeing her in something like a large version of a babyís high chair, chewing a mouthful of food with evident displeasure. So the form of the dream changed to reflect my intention, rather than my experiencing her thoughts as some kind of verbal overlay Ė fascinating.

    I wake up soon after, but quickly fall asleep again and find myself in the same setting, this time with my cat Ronnie. Iím trying to tie something around one of his paws, but soon I remember that Iím dreaming. I wake up again before I can do much of anything.

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