Slept 10:56PM-6:30AM (7h48m) Detail: 0 words. No recall. I was pretty exhausted after implementing some changes to my cardio. Probably not the sole reason, but likely a contributing factor.
Updated 04-03-2025 at 06:35 PM by 99808
I haven't been posting non-lucids here in years. But I think I'm gonna do it as a little exercise to myself before the next competition, because I recently had two seperate incidents where I lost a lot of dream journal progress. Sometimes I honestly feel a bit conflicted about how much of my dream-life is public on this site but as long as the dreams are relatively benign like this one, I don't see the harm. I was at a political rally though it seemed disorganized as people of opposing interests were there. Someone threw a snowball at me and then things started to escalate. I actually for a breif time got mistaken for an ally to the opposing side and was surrounded and sort of dragged by a group of people around the grounds for a bit. Eventually I managed to slip away, and I just started run, wanting nothing to do with either party. The rally was being held on the snow-covered lawn of this large three story brick building that ran a long ways in both directions. I kept running for awhile, entering into a city. The city was supposedly London but the architecture was uniformly brick buildings in a steep staggered ziggurat sort of design with few variations. The buildings had complex almost tribal patterns defined into their facades by various colors of bricks (terracotta, yellow, white, dark, and even green and a dull steel blue). The streets were lit by a sort of gas lanterns hanging from complex posts that resemble cranes/flaminigos standing on one leg and many of the cars seemed downright futuristic with small sort of pod-like designs. I stop running and try to jump over a bench or news stand or something surprised at how easy this is. I jump close to two meters and seem to float down more gradually than I should. A dream figure is impressed by this. I start to slide into lucidity. I notice that I am dressed in a gray cutoff and high waisted pants. I would never dress that feminine on the waking body. The waking body doesn't look like this. I jump around a few more times and then attempt to "hold it" and hover in the air by splaying my arms out, not too dissimilar from some of my flying postures. I don't fly by I manage a sort of sputtering hover by controlling my breathing and focus and gradually float back down.
Not much dreams. Back home for a couple of days. Wtf I was in a large living room. Kittens were around. That skunk was there. It went up to me and wanted to be pet. I pet it. The dream transitioned to a dinner table. A young girl who was half human and half pony was there. I was telling her how much she had grown in the past few days. She was laughing but unsure what to say. Asuka and Jamie were there I think exchanging confused glances at one another in response to what she said. Next night I was in bed. Me and the Jamie voice were having discussions about the subject of the last entry. We both seem to have temptations that are difficult to control. And we both know that when we physically come together that we can't indulge with other people that way. But yet, the desires might plague us. I went into prayer and asked Jesus what should we do then? How do we handle these desires which never seem to go away? Jesus answered in a dream in a strange way. [B]Jesus interview[/B] I saw Jesus in a low income apartment. A television crew was interviewing him. He wore scraggly clothes, and his hair was slightly unkempt. He also wore a black baseball hat. His demeanor was like a ,"Dude. Bro." guy. He was smiling and saying that sometimes he walks around on this earth as a physical man. He talks to a lot of people and some people don't know who he is. Then he took a swing from a beer. I woke up in shock. I pondered the question I asked him and considered if the dream was a response. The key seemed to be the beer he was drinking. It's said Jesus drank wine in the Bible. He said drunkenness was a sin in the Bible but never said having a singular drink now and then. So, these desires were to be handled in moderation? Unsure I asked in a prayer about the dream and if the beer he was drinking was alcoholic. I got an instant response that it was non alcoholic. So then I figured he was saying to relieve that pressure with a substitute that isn't the actual act. Interesting. Cave Just a dream of me and Jamie, maybe some other people sitting in a dark cave. Jamie was sitting arms around her knees.
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