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Just relaxing at home these days. Can't believe I Re watched all of "Dexter." over the last two months...

Jamie 1

Just an audio dream of Jamie calling me her Boyfriend again. (Yes I asked the voice to re affirm that to me in the dreams. I need a lot of reassurance okay.)

Dexter

Can't recall many details I was around the woman played by the Buffy actress. That's all.

Jamie 2

Jamie dropped our baby or something. She was inconsolable of course but I did my best to comfort her.

Jamie 3

I was doing something at a table. Jamie was beside me and was copying exactly what I was doing. I noticed her keep looking over. Yep, that's a borderline thing. Maybe if she believes in Jesus she can get more of a stable identity from him? Might work.

[Slightly, slightly hangover]

I was in a bar, and similarly to that scene from How I Met Your Mother where drunk Barney greets everyone by kissing them like that gameshow host, I go around the bar picking up drinks from the bar and giving them to random patrons going "My brother! My sister!" while filming the whole thing. (not kissing them of course)

[I briefly wake up in between dreams]

Later I work in the theatre where a film screening takes place starring young actors. I'm backstage with the actors who re-enact the scenes in real time, going to extremes as running in the cold outside and such! Then a small break takes place and I'm anticipating the return of the cast, but wanting them to see run into the backstage from control room, I quickly try and leave the room through the hallway door (where the cast very slowly walks back into at that moment) I move through the hallway but it's narrow and extremely crowded and for some reason I cannot run to go faster but stay in place while moving in walking speed.

[I then wake up before ever leaving the hall]
lots of "build up with no climax" type of dreams which I always notice too late

I get invited by an old match from a dating app to a music performance or something, I vaguely remember this bit, all I remember from the dream is walking towards the destination on the street while a bunch of elementary school teachers and their pupils are all walking with a line of pupils following them as they head fo their excursion destination.
We pass an old railroad crossing that no longer exists fortunately and I watch the teachers one by one help their pupils cross the railroad in between trains (Daran Norris from Ned's Declassified was one of the teachers after my subconscious remembered he runs an acting school now too, although not elementary level)

[I never arrive at my destination and wake up again for a bit]

I'm at a campus as another dating app match whom I didn't know made music, invited me to her album release party. This old classmate from third grade was here as well for some reason, apparently he dated both dating app girls (who btw don't even exist) as well according to my dream's canon.
The girl's jacket lays on the front door of the campus apartment building with a custom message patched onto the back welcoming guests to her album release party. As my classmate goes up to the elevator, I wait in the lounge downstairs for a bit as I get recognised by random students for the video from my FIRST DREAM lol it had apparently gone viral and someone showed me a meme of their two favourite celebrities being handed a beer with the caption above saying "My brother! My sister!"
I hang out with them for a bit completely forgetting my main objective in the dream, then the dream turns into this movie scene where an ex girlfriend speaks to her ex boyfriend (played by Jaden) who's giving her a whole monologue about how he's been thinking about his behaviour and has grown up feeling like a better person and thanking her for it.
As he was trespassing the campus, the ex girlfriend warns him about campus security "going to stink him up" with stink bomb like bullets than aren't actually lethal so won't kill him.
He manages to avoid all campus security and is hiding behind a car next to the exit, ready to stealth towards the door when his escape ride chauffeur, his dad (played by Will Smith) enters through the exit being emotionally touched by his son's monologue going "My son!" as he walks up to his son to give him a hug to which the son disappointingly says "[N-word] you can't be serious right now-" and they both get shot by campus security before he can finish his sentence.

I somehow manage to press pause on this scene and suddenly remember why I was at the campus in the first place as I go up the stairs to hopefully still make the album release party. However, a few floors up I come across an art exhibition by the campus' art students who made all sorts of interactive art, one them being a sewing machine that has videos playing in the monitor with a caption on the monitor saying "How Norwegians laugh at videos"
As I walk around the exhibition, I notice a classmate from the art academy we studied at, he recognises me as "someone he did an elective with" and not as his classmate, barely remembering my name while I correct him while greeting him by his name. His friends start chatting with me and we all hang out in the restaurant in the room next door.

[I woke up before ever making it to the album release party]

Lioness
A day waning. Lioness roars. Spirits scatter like storm sent wind. Most run away. A few run to. Lioness sings. Those who hear are granted wings. We soar into the ever bleeding heart of the west.

Perfection
Her children stay small. She keeps them in cubbies of sparkling crystal. They are the projection of happiness and health, of fortune and wealth. Can't stand the shine of their pseudo perfection. I hit the holey road.

Hypnagogic
A square pan full of burnt food from which black ash rises and drifts

A canyon-like setting, rocky with little vegetation. I’m seeing events play out in third person. A man called Xeno lives in a house there with his wife, and others live there as well. It seems as if they’re his students or something of the sort. He knows that the area is about to flood and that there aren’t enough people there to do the necessary work to keep the house safe, and so he raises a man from the dead to make a zombie to help. He talks with the man, who doesn’t look visibly dead and seems rather like a sleepwalker. At one point, the man says, “I like unimaginative nightmares.” I’m not sure if there was a context for this or not….

—

I’m standing in a long line outside of a restaurant, waiting to get in. For a long time, the line doesn’t move, and I’m just about ready to leave and go somewhere else, but then it does start moving - and pretty fast at that - and doesn’t stop, so that I’m inside just about as fast as I can walk.

Once inside, somebody I know calls me over to her table, and I sit down across from her. She indicates the table next to us, on the left - nobody is there now, but there are a couple shopping bags on the booth seating. She says that my Aunt O is sitting at that table, and they were talking earlier. She obviously has no idea that this is not something I’d be all that happy about. I wonder - should I warn her about some of the things she’s done to me and said about me to others? That doesn’t seem right, though - like I wouldn’t be giving my friend the chance to make her own first impression.

The dream changes to a view of a line drawing, kind of like a manga page but not really in the right kind of art style, showing a full-body picture of smiling woman. The title of the book was: Love Brings Us Home.


22.1.25

I’m in a school, waiting for a colleague to arrive. He’s supposed to be here subbing for the person I’d usually be working with. I’ve never met him before, and all I know about him is that his name is Rishab.

Through the end-of-school-day crowds, I see a dark-skinned young man wearing what I can tell even from a distance is one of the bright green company t-shirts. I wave at him, trying to get his attention. He sees and comes over to me, and I tell him to follow me to the room where we need to set up.

I realize that we’re going to go right past where my Aunt B is, so I stop to check on her. She’s been here for a while - I couldn’t get her to go lie down. I say something to her, but she just sits there staring and doesn’t answer. I am concerned - so is Rishab, and a couple others who are in the room.

1.2.25


Part of a longer dream. I’m in a school, walking students to the door to meet their parents alongside someone else. Mostly notable in that, at one point, the perspective switches to that other person, so I can briefly see myself from behind. I’m wearing black cotton trousers, a pink tank top, and a black cap - all modeled off of clothing I actually have, although I wouldn’t ordinarily be wearing it to work - and my hair is in a braid down my back. It switches back and stays that way for the rest of the dream, as far as I remember. A student’s mother is already there at the door waiting for her. One of them is called Britney, although I can’t remember now whether it was the mother or the student….

—

I’m in a grocery store, or something that’s supposed to be one. It really seems more like an outdoor market that just happens to be inside, if that makes sense. Various things happen which may or may not have been interesting, but at some point I become aware that I’m dreaming. Possibly before I get into a conversation with a man there, although I think this is one of those cases where the realization didn’t happen all at once.

He was the one who started the conversation with me, I’m pretty sure. A heavyset man, maybe in his 40s or 50s, with dark skin - so black it’s almost bluish. I don’t remember exactly what he was wearing - just an impression of bright colors and complexity.

He expresses concern about me. (This may have had some connection to the dream, but definitely had a foundation in waking life, as I’d probably spent most of the night trying to find a sleeping position that didn’t hurt to lie in. Kind of a long story, but it boils down to a bad reaction to a food additive combining with chronic back issues and developing into neck and shoulder pain. So no, it hasn’t been a good week.) I tell him it’s no big deal. I’m not going to let it get to me, and I know I’ll be feeling a lot better if I can just get out to dance this weekend. He seems skeptical that it could really be that significant, saying something about people just going out now and then for a night dancing to top-40 stuff. I reply that maybe that’s how it is some places, for some people - maybe even the way it is for most people, for all I know - but that’s a totally different world from the one I’m familiar with. And I have no idea what’s even in the top 40 now, and I bet that’s probably true for most people over 30. He laughs, as if to say that, yeah, I’ve got him there.

From there, the conversation turns to the Grammys, and in an oblique dream logic move to award shows in general, which I profess to be meaningless. He agrees overall, but adds that there are exceptions - he mentions actors who fit their roles so well that from that point on, people don’t think about them apart from the role. This strikes the by now definitely lucid me as having some special significance that I ought to make a point of remembering.

At some point we get up from where we’re sitting and part ways. I walk around, just looking at my surroundings, and I soon find myself in a relatively open area, where I spend a couple minutes just messing around, running and jumping higher and longer than a person could do outside of a dream. But then I decide I’d really rather go somewhere else and walk through a wall. Usually I just go straight through them, but this one turns out to have kind of a gooey texture, a little like raw bread dough, and so I have to push my way through.

I find myself in utter darkness on the other side. But I know what to do in a situation like this: just keep on going, and keep my other senses as engaged as possible. I walk. The air is a little cold here, and I feel cold water around my feet, which becomes deeper as I go. I sing the first thing that comes to mind, which happens to be:


Hello darkness, my old friend,
I’ve come to talk with you again.


Lyrics appear out of the darkness - not in space, but in my mind’s eye, which just happens to be indistinguishable from it right now. They appear one line at a time, spelled out in large letters in a vivid orange, and I treat them kind of as a karaoke prompt - although I only realized after waking up that what appeared weren’t the actual lyrics, and by then I could no longer remember anything specific about them. Waking up to a body in pain definitely does not help with dream recall.

Eventually, I can see my surroundings again. I’m now in a corridor with an industrial back area feel to it. No windows - only metal doors in metal walls. I walk along and push open a door that’s already ajar. The room inside has tables set up in a horseshoe shape like an office boardroom, although it looks like some kind of storage room otherwise, and isn’t quite big enough to fit the tables comfortably. A couple people are sitting there. One of them tells me that I’m not allowed in there. Fair enough - I continue down the hallway and try another door.

This one appears to be a classroom - there’s a long whiteboard along one wall with writing and drawings in black marker all over it, although, similar to the other room, it looks more like some kind of storage space that just happens to be set up as a classroom. Students are seated on the floor facing the board, and there are a number of free-standing shelves on the other side of the room, which is much larger than the first one. I notice a drawing on the board showing an octave’s worth of piano keys. Maybe this is some kind of music class - this could be interesting. I ask one of the men who seem to be teachers there if I can sit in on it, and he says yes, so I go in.

I take a closer look at the shelves, as it looks like they’re not quite ready to start the lesson just yet. It occurs to me that it could be a good idea to have something to make notes with, so I make a pencil materialize, but before I can do a notebook as well, the lecture begins, so I go over to where the students are to sit down. I wake up soon after that, though.

6.2.24

Sketchers of Souls
With pencil, paper, eagle's eye, we sketch the souls as they roll by. One by one the sketchers fade, leaving unscribbled souls to suffocate neath crystalline undulations of hate. We two, froze, stay sketching. Struggle to record as many souls as we can before the final strike.

The Hungry
We hunger. Farms faded. Aisles echo. All food has flown into the sun. And as we starve my nephew's voice echoes from the darkest crevasse of my skull to the angriest snarl in my gut, "Are people food?"

Well, Looks like my 2-3 week working vacation was cut short. Pretty sure i might have passed Jamie on the way back (At least that's what the voice says)

Anyway a couple days before I left. My working friend got drunk and had some really nasty words for me out of the blue. It sent me reeling all night. Might have gotten one hour of sleep. The whole time I seemed to be talking to the Jamie voice. She listened to my issues with what happened with my friend. Seemed to validate whatever I was feeling and thinking. Very supportive. early in the morning, I started seeing beings in the shadows. I heard my friend talking in the room when he wasn't there. At one point The way the window light was on a wall behind a half wall, I saw pulsating green light. As if something or someone was behind the half wall. I told the Jamie voice what I was seeing somewhat. Sh said, "You're having BPD hallucinations. I see things like that when I'm having an episode." I did a quick prayer about demons of hallucinations or whatever and the green pulsating light went away. I managed to sleep an hour but no dreams. Those are the kinds of things I use to see as a child. I remember lightly pressing on my eyeballs to make more hallucinations when I was a kid as well I confronted my friend about his behavior in the morning, and he managed to convince me to work another day. He promised not to drink that night and that he would be more easy going. He was.

Jamie 1

Just an image of Jamie walking around somewhere.

Killer

something about the main killer from the Dexter new blood series.

Jamie 2

Me and Jamie were in bed, I was holding her from behind. she took my arm over her side and put my hand, you know where...

Now that I'm back to my normal routine hopefully I'll have more longer and vivid dreams.

Tested a recent suggestion I offered. Reality checked 100 times every day for two days in a row. Managed a tidbit of lucidity but it felt loose. Loose-cidity.

Run
Heat, next to hellish, presses upon us all. We are not much more than sore streams of flesh pushing and pouring past shop laden shores. In its simmering midst I snap. I stand. I scream. All currents come to a halt. How freakishly odd. What the feck. Reality check? I do and discover, "I'm dreaming."
Some primal reflex screams at me, "JUST RUN!" I obey simply to see what will come to be of this spontaneous urge. Too soon I slow down. Too soon I forget. "Wasn't I dreaming?" Reality check. "Yes. I'm dreaming. I'm dreaming. Don't forget!"
"JUST RUN!" the urge shrieks. I fly on ghost feet through people and walls and worlds. Again my pace slows. Where am I? Don't know. Why am I running? Don't know. Entirely lost, several levels deep, walk back wards to the start. The fog comes crawling. My soul starts cawing shuddersome omens. Slip. Fall. Fade to black.

Last night I went to sleep very sad and depressed because I was acknowledging the fact that me and Kate weren't going to be a couple any more.
So I went to sleep repeating a mantra in my head saying "Gabe I need to talk with you, share me your wisdom".

The dream starts with me flying around my old neighborhood called Aranjuez, since I'm flying I know this is a dream so I'm kind of conscious.
I'm in the sky feeling the air and flying the direction I feel the air touch my skin, I'm doing an exercise to become one with the air.
Afterwards I start flying around because I remember I had a mission to find Gabriel and have a chat with him.
Whilst I'm flying I see a parade with people dressed up has demons, it seemed it was Halloween, so I flew above them to observe what they were doing.
Some of them were spitting fire from there mouth and others had whips in there hands. Then I was trying to fly past them when all of the sudden all of them noticed me and looked at me at the same time. This is when I realized that they were not dressed up like demons, they WERE DEMONS.
The demon that had a whip in her hand used it to grab my foot from the air and brought me down to the ground. The demons surrounded me, they were about 6 of them. I got scared and screamed to the sky "Angel Gabriel I Invoke you, please help me" and nothing happened.
Then I yelled "Angel Miguel I Invoke you, please help me" and also nothing happened.
The demons were trying to hurt me but I didn't panic, I also remembered that I had special gifts in my dream so I did the following.
I copied Ang from Avatar the last airbender and with the technique he used on the fire lord to take away his powers from him I went to a demon, placed my thumb on his forehead and said to him "return to the good person you were before being corrupted". This had an immediate effect as I could see how there eyeballs changed from a green dark color to a brown and more loving color, also they stopped being aggressive and got off from me.
This worked well because I had full conviction that I could in fact turn them into good people.
Then I went to a particular demon and got him right next to a wall, I placed my thumb on him and I repeated the same phrase as before. I was looking at him straight into his eyes. I could clearly see his eyes, he didn't have a normal pupil, he had a shattered pupil, with small fragments all over his eye. His shattered pupil was green. Whilst I'm trying to convert him I can see that the shattered pupil is coming together into a whole circular pupil again but he was fighting against it, like an exorcism, he resisted a lot and at last I couldn't convert him and left.

I flew again and found a boy, for some reason I asked him if he knew the angel Gabriel and Miguel, he said Yes.
I asked him where they were and he told me near the church. So I took him flying with me so he could point out the place. We got to the place and told me he bought the image of the angels for 30k each,
The boy thought I was talking about the figure statue of the angels...
Anyway I asked the lady if she could sell me the figures of the angels, She said NO.
I told her I'll pay 30k for each one and she said NO.
Then I offered 50k each and she said NO, she said "I won't sell them to you and if you want go search for them in D1".

Not much recall at all.

Psycho

Disturbing dream. Some serial killer had a victim in a medical chair? There was a device above the head. The killer was operating the device, which cut right into the man's forehead, pulling a precise chunk of his brain out. The victim managed to say, "Pancake." In response. The killer put a glue like substance over the man's mouth to keep him from speaking. It was bluish and bubbly. My vision panned out revealing the killer to be a woman...

I woke up quite disturbed by this. The Jamie voice indicated that she had a scary dream as well. Was she the woman?

Jamie

Just a quick flash of a sex dream.

Driving

Just a flash of driving by Canmore.

it seems like this website is not well known at all and almost no one knows about it cause theres only 241 people on it right now and not many posts are posted throughout the day

My school bus took me to my middle school and the memories started flooding (not actual memories from middle school but memories from other dreams) i went inside and i went into a classroom and people were getting these weird gummy/ fruit snack things and they looked really good so i asked where they got them and one kid walked with me to show me where to get them and i see a few teachers that i know in real life and we are suprised to see each other but then i walk into the room where the gummies came from and saw that i had to pay for them so i was like never mind so then i leave and come back to the classroom and i get on the bus and there is this girl i see and lets me read a journal that she had then that was the end


and this is a side note in one of my dreams i don't remember if it was this one or a different one but i was telling myself that if i was in a dream that some peoples heads would be weirdly shaped but i think i noticed peoples heads were weirdly shaped it almost looked like they had some kind of tumor on the back of their neck but anyway i think i got lucid i've been watching videos on how to lucid dream and i guess thats why i told myself that in a dream but knowing it was a dream gave me an eerie feeling

I'm working temporarily away from my area. Family business slowed down, almost broke so my friend in Cochrane offered to have me work a few weeks. Jamie voice didn't seem happy that I have to move for a few weeks. Not sure what is going on with the dreams tho. Totally chaotic.

Dexter

I had a flash of Dexter standing in front of a mirror. He has a syringe needle and says to the mirror. " Robert, you are never going to do THAT again."

I guess when Jamie was under the influence of negative dream energy she sent Dexter after me.

Vague

Began with a flash of Dexter heading to a crime scene. I knew he was after me, so I hid at the Trinity Killer's house but the guy was crazy so I left.

Then I hid in the Fromville town and figured Dexter would have no way of competing with monsters that look human.

I think I ran into Jamie there. She seemed okay now. It was night time and we wanted to hide. Some people led us into a house. There was a cart or bed inside. We started hanging there. I asked the people of the house if they had a talisman on the door to keep the monsters out. The man pointed to the talisman hanging by the door and said, "It's okay they're our friends now." Me and Jamie flipped when the guy opened the door and the monster people came in. The cowboy hat guy came in. Instead of killing everyone he shook the townspeople's hands. They started talking like old friends.

I figured I should double back to Trinity's house to see if Dexter was stopped there.

Back at Trinity's, instead of trying to kill me, he happily invited me into his house to have dinner with his family. I thought it was odd. Jamie was long gone by now.

Dancing

I'm with Jamie at her house and we are slow dancing to an Elvis song that everyone and their mother's uncle has covered. My vision zooms out and Dexter sneaks around a corner. Only Jamie seems to notice him. She makes eye contact with him and shakes her head, calling him off. He nods and ducks back into the shadows.

Dexter again

I'm around him, still paranoid that he's going to go after me. He says, " Don't worry Buddy."

Jamie again

I'm saying to Jamie, " I don't know what you know about my situation."

I think the conversation is in reference to me having to go away for a few weeks.

What

A flash of Dexter making out with Jamie. And not his nanny of the same name.

Sex

I'm in a strange place. There's 2 rows of mannequin women. Just passed them is a woman. I get behind her and right away get to business. Not sure if this is Jamie or not.

Okay I can't really tell if Jamie is okay or not.

Hypnagogic
The Bundy's (MWC) eating off the floor like dogs
Dots like lazy snowflakes drifting in and out of view

Culvert
A country too crowded, soaked in a hurried sunset. Try to escape. They have walled all paths. Two planes dance wild. They crash. Their death spark reveals all in the dark. Sky is streams of planes. Distance booms like death. Take cover in a culvert. Cut off from starlight. Misplaced from the moon. We've only the earth for protection. We hope she loves us still. Sing songs from sacred days.

Boxed
A big city. A big building. A big party. Suddenly locked. Streets are a surge zombie warriors with wings of fire and eyes of guns. Screaming metal and humming drones keep us in our boxes. Gather water. Gather food. Gather what wits are left. Hope rolls to us by way of winding tubes and message marbles. We will survive.

Notes:
Fasted for 24 hours to see if my dreams would change or I might possibly become lucid. Attack came in every dream I recalled but there was no life or death fear attached so I can't call them frightening or even nightmares.

how many reality checks should be done in 1 day if you want to have lucid dreams?

Back Man
He lays on pavement, scooting on his back. Two men orbit him, yowling in nonsense. What is happening? Some strange attack? Social media prank? Eventually curiosity wilts. There's work to do. We leave the trio and reclaim our way.

Harry
He revives Harry. It's a one man show. He performs his role like a raving clown. But there is no Floyd. It's only Harry. Bizarrely it works. Our vigilant brains fill in the spaces where Floyds words would be. And I, for the life of me, can't comprehend if the show garbage or genius.