vudooscience
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The dream started with me moving to a new home with a dream friend. My luggage arrived at night of my first day there.
They laid it in the snow on my front lawn. (the visual reminded me how some movies i've watched where dead bodies are arranged in the snow.
like all dirty and bloody in crisp freezing ice.)
I went to pick it up, and almost all the cases were damaged with holes/opened.
A cat had rummuged through one of the bags and pulled out a lot of items to create some sort of shrine in a whole in the ground.
I shined my phone light on it, the hole led to separate tunnels. Fruits and random things glowing warm red light sitting everywhere.
Didn't want to touch because cat was crazy. Took luggage into my seperate garage/shed. Girl was standing in the room terrified and yelling.
Floors and walls absolutely covered in blood, pictures of girls laying on the floor. I wasn't concerned about it.
I told her to chill out and tried to leave, a "ghost" was holding the door shut. I got it open.

Now I'm in an old house redesigned as a baseball museum, with some friends. We're drinking and messing with all the displays.
We steal some stuff, good time. I return the next night and everyone is acting weird around me, like i had done something unspeakable.
I had cocain in my pocket but no one knew about it, and i decided not to tell them.
A friend from highschool appeared in a real sexy/90's outfit and asked if i wanted to go to a different party.
we left but i never told anyone about the cocain.



i remember the visual of the freezing cat shrine very well, magnificentenenet.

Before bed.
I smoked a lot. ( I had taken a smoke break for at least a month,
surprisingly didn't do much for my dream recall. ) I had some milk.
I woke up at 6 a.m. as usual. I went to the bathroom, played on my
phone and talked to some early bird/night owl friends for a half hour or so.
Fell back asleep. I think this is what did the trick.

I had a lucid dream the other night, it was one of the most
LDs I've had since my first one, almost two years ago. I ended up having another LD last night.

The recall is a bit hazy compared to my usual dream recall for LDs.
I know it started as a non-lucid dream. I was in a bedroom, that was my bedroom.
I felt like a child again. All the things in the room were coming to life, personifying.
( It all reminds me of Beauty and the Beast, looking back. )
Nothing too scary, I was having friendly conversations. I remember looking down at my end table,
and it started growing and transforming into a T-Rex. I got a feeling of anxiety, I knew it was going
to become a nightmare. I became lucid at that moment, as I often do. I sort of changed the direction
of the dream to be a bit more lighthearted. I remember looking at a toy or something that had personified
in a friendly way. I asked it why I was afraid of the dinosaur. The toy grabbed a book and opened it up,
there were a bunch of scribbles and writings that almost looked like journal entries of my own hand writing.
I remember reading some of it, but can't remember what it said. Some of it I couldn't even decipher.

I looked to another personified object, and I asked it what my biggest fear was.
Hand written words started appearing on the wall in the same sort of journal entry look. Again,
I couldn't really decipher them and even the ones I could, I can't remember.

When I asked these questions in my dream, I felt a sense of anxiety. As if my inner self wasn't ready to ask/hear the answers to questions like that? I've been going through some hard times, both with myself and relationships.
My boyfriend of a few years just moved out yesterday, then I had this dream. I was excited that I even remembered
to ask myself these sort of deep questions while lucid. I usual always forget.

Before bed.
Smoked a little. Waited a couple hours before falling asleep.
Had left over Mexican food munchies before bed.

Dream recall was better. Not great, but better.
Plan on not smoking tomorrow night.

Whatever I refuse to think about IRL seems to always find its way into my dreams.
A little short of a year ago, I met an amazing person. I could tell him anything.
I could wake up at three am and tell him about my horrible nightmares,
my darkest insecurities and most shameful actions.

He moved in with me, except, I wasn't ready for the love and comfort he was giving me.
Long unnecessary story short, I chose to not have him in my life,
and I feel bad for doing that. I miss his company every day.
I could never tell him that.

So instead, I dream about him:


He moved back in with me.
He was so accepting of the things and decisions I had made.
He accepted me for everything that I was. I missed him.
I felt so comfortable in my dream. A comfort that's never been matched.
We talked a bit. [ This part got hazy. ]
I remember at one point, we laid in bed together.
He took off my pants, we laid there giggling in our underwear.
He gave me a pink band-aid, and told me to rip it in three pieces and put in on my body.
I did so, and stuck the pieces along my panty line.
I didn't question what I was doing, or why, but it felt okay.
We giggled a bit more, and then of course I can't remember the rest.

Before bed.
Four shots of cheap light rum. Smoked. Ate Nutter Butters with milk.


I finally recalled a dream (barely).
I know smoking affects my dream recall greatly,
but I'm going to start experimenting with that.
It wasn't much a dream.

It was actually a process dream, which I have just read about.
I was at work, in uniform and all. I had a lot of free time.
[ I've been ahead at work lately, so I'm guessing that's where that translated from. ]
So I started folding a bunch of these little pink pastry boxes.
[ I work at a bakery. ]
And that's all I did in my dream. Fold box after box after box.

Sort of annoying. But, I'm just happy to have recalled anything at all.
Blame on the alcohol?