non-lucid

Strange series of dreams earlier this week.

Gonna try to just directly record what I recorded in my DJ rather than interpret. See how that goes.

Flying in a circle in a room full of colors, heard a voice recite
"Flying in our dreams,
it is lucky we do not
have many doubts."

1) H, J and M, dream where my parents were trying to hook me up with a person I live with, but it was very strange/ kind of scarring feeling since I would never think of doing something like that. They set up a tape recorder and fabricated evidence of me confessing love, I tell her about this and clarify that I do like her but do not want to marry her.

2) Scene where a famliy, big extended family, all playing music together around a big piano, many instruments. I sit to join them and am welcomed because they can tell I am not having the best dreams tonight [lol] A little kid does something or keeps insisting on doing something different that makes the father angry and kind of ruins the good vibe

3a) I'm in a park, and have to pee so I go near some trees off a road, cemetary/public area feeling, and realize I am next some military school. Felt open and vast, big roads, maybe an elementary school like near where I grew up.

b) Near the school at a sidewalk and see some kids that look like deadbeats, and try to advertize explain the concept of WWOOFing/ working for education, trying to get the lazy kids to do their party in society/ do their best but not convincing them.

c) Walking along with friends past school and kids are outside, all ethnicities and races, sunny day green grass blue skies. So I feel that i want to play with them and start kicking around a soccer ball that suddensly was in the scene, which is very fun. This turns into a full fledged soccer game, with one net and many adults. I'm determined to have a good mood and break out of my funk, and while most of the game I feel like I'm not doing well, near the end I do my best and wind up scoring a goal at the last second and am victorious.


4)Breakfast at my childhood friend Joe's house, though the house doesn't look like his at all, more of a cabin. Drinking win with breakfast, and I take some sips bu tnot much. Joe leaves/ gest up and tries to get me to leave with him and says something I cannot understand. Then his Grandpa, who looks like Danny Devito comes upstairs decked out in hunting gear, saying tha's what the guys of their family do to get good spirits.

Funny thing is that all the dreams near the same school were divided by the rest of the other dreams, never in sequence, though they all took place near the same area. I woke up from the soccer dream, which was the last of the night, feeling great after just having scored and goal and won the game.

I find it interesting/funny that a common theme/ action of many of my dream characters was to make me feel better/ get out of the irritable mood that I was in during all of my dreams. I like that, and now that I look back must have been because I have been concentrating on not letting simple stupid things get me angry and dwelling on the things that do get me frusterated. Power of mind and meditation.

This dream actually took place the night before my previous entry.

It feels like it's been forever since my last lucid, but it's only been five days! Crazy, after not having been able to have a lucid for a full year. I've got to keep myself relaxed I think, and not pressure myself too much on progress, try to just stimulate my imagination and have fun with it all. I have a tendency to to bury my mind too much into one task and stress myself out about it, which results in -bad dreams, bad attitude, avoidance of the tast, and most importantly, no lucids! So that last two days I've kind of taken a break from dream research and just done casual RCs and not trying to do MILDS, just focused on getting a good night sleep and relaxing before bed, which did well since I recalled like.. six dreams last night? Which is more than usual. Don't want to burn out.

Anyway. Much love to all. I've been reading C. Jung's Memories, Dreams and Reflections and it's a FABULOUS book regarding one man's experience of his dream and inner conscious, and how dedicated he was to examining his own experiences and the ethical and moral responsibility he felt toward discovering his own true nature, for the sake of his patients and the benifit of humanity. A superb and inspiring book to any dreamers.. or just anybody.

I've entered some type of sanctuary, in a place that's like a crevice in a sandstone mountain/rock, with a pool of water in the middle about waist deep with massive, beautiful trees with huge trunks growing out of the pool, with leaves like a willow, flowering. There's a stone path I can see on the pools floor, and a stone path around the side of the pool. I am walking around the path, and there are some people dressed mostly in black sitting against the wall that seem to be praying or contemplating. I get an intense feeling that this place is sacred, and walk slowly and act accordingly. I come across a type of gaurd, sitting cross legged dressed completely in black robes with a type of mask/head dress. The gaurd does not move as we pass, and just beyond there is a ledge leading into the pool, the stone path is infront of me, and I step in the pool feeling the gaurd's approval to my entering the pool in some sort of direct communication method. The people that I am with walk through the pool to the right along that path, underneath a stone arch in the wall that leads to another room. Wading in the pool I admire the beauty around me and walk to the left toward the trees, and I notice an unusual pattern in the rock wall infront of me, like icycles or the types of rock formations you find hanging down from caves like pillars or spikes. I see that the formation continues down into the water, so I take a deep breath and submerge. Looking ahead, the pillars continue down [only waist deep or a little more, and the place is dark, yet at the same time a reddish-orange glow radiates from the corner, and it seems to get deeper and deeper, and I am suddenly seized with panic and fear, and percieve the place not necessarily to represent hell or evil, but eternity, fear, inhuman, dark, perilous. I jump up from the water and look around to find my friends and tell them what has just happened and leave the place, but I am still curious, and master my fear and submerge again. This time I gaze into the abyss, between two tree trunks, and while it looks the same, I see it this time without fear, and it fills me with a sense of eternity, calm, orderly, representing death to me. I sit cross legged, on the floor of the water and breathe underwater, and just gaze into it and filled with a profound sense of calmness of mind, and nothing else.

This dream held a lot of meaning for me while it happened, and ever since it has happened I can remember the entire vividly. I've come to feel that the dream has some parallel toward my attitude about death, or attitudes, if you will. The gaurd and how we communicated is still has me struck dumb. I'm not big into dream interpretation but it seems to blatant to overlook.

Non-lucid dream, kind of nightmare-ish full of tension/conflict, not enjoyable like most of my dreams have been lately so it stuck out.

I'm part of some crime fighting organization, and we and our mad scientist design a helecopter to take out the bad guys and go inflitrate their base, which is like a generic military secret concrete geometrically squarish place. We infiltrate covert ops style, black suits and all, and wind up failing, they hijack our helecopter but we escape a-ok.

The dream switches to a type of video game cutscene, with six of our helecopters, now retro fitted with nuclear missle and a dozen gunmen or so, rising out of the water! dun dun dun.. Created by their version of our mad scientist. evil mad scientist. So now my ex roommate it part of their organization, R, and we are texting for some reason, like we're trying to stay friends even though we're fighting eachother.

The scene switches again, and they've just bombed a tropical island, perhaps to use it as a new base. The men that planted the bomb on the island are running frantically down the mountain as lava is flowing behind them, toward the shoreline below. I'm watching all this from an aerial 3rd person perspective, and see that R is on the mountain, and text him "Be safe!" and see him texting me back as he runs, the response says "No doubt here man" or something similarly macho. He is almost to the water when he slips on some rock, and the lava overtakes him and covers his left leg, leaving the rest of his body untouched. He begins to scream, howling in agony, and it is incredibly realistic and dominating my senses. It's like I'm standing next to somebody who has been mortally wounded and can do nothing.

Now I'm in the water, swimming towards the island with lava flowing down toward my injured friend. I stop at a rock close to the shore, he is about fifteen ft away from me, and I start to splash water on to him as fast as I can, working hard, but it's doing nothing and he is still screaming horrifically. The lava is flowing down towards me and the water I'm standing in is getting closer and closer to boiling. I hesistate looking back at him and then jump into the water and swim away as fast as I can. At this point my organization comes zipping into sight on a white truck on a small dirt road on the island to save me, tropical trees and sand, dark grey skies. The dream then fades.
This dream really stuck out because of how intensely real the screaming was ,and it persisted for about five minutes real time. Fortunately I haven't had a bad dream since this one.

P.s. I'm going to make a habit of posting some dreams each week, interesting, whether lucid or not just to make a habit of it and I develop my RC and LD skill sets. Hope y'all don't mind.