Morning of July 5, 2015. Sunday. Dream #: 17,730-02. Reading time: 1 min 52 sec. In real life, I had been working on a document about prescience in dreams regarding details from April 9 (1970-1990) that preceded my marriage on April 9 in 1994, sometimes integrated with a curious unrelated influence from television (which probably relates to prescient awareness of potential broadcasts and pop culture trends). In my dream, I am living on Loomis Street, and I am about twelve years of age. My sister is alive and rather young (mostly as she appeared in 1967, though I was six years old then). I do not recognize how wrong the setup and perspective is though I consider that something is different. Being about twelve, but still active in dream research, I am puzzled by an “empty dream journal” supposedly started when I was about four years old. There was not always enough paper to write on, so I used my sister’s copies of Mad Magazine to write in, in any blank space, as well as older issues of Dig and Help! I get an impression that having records since birth relates to my “destiny,” and I decide to copy some dreams into the issue of Mad Magazine that is otherwise free of handwritten lines. I briefly recall the wedding date. I think about how impersonal the “dream journal” (Mad Magazine) is. I know that the April 1967 Mad Magazine cover (date, not time of printing) has a clue for me regarding Yin and Yang, Corona Borealis and Corona Australis, and similar concepts. The cover features Alfred E. Neuman with a blue magnet, and under that is the reverse, a red one coming up from below, suggesting a pull (from an unseen “opposite” persona or character) from the “other side,” for me, a play on blue American mailboxes and red Australian mailboxes. I talk to my sister for a short time saying that I did not know this magazine existed as such. (I have no concept or memory of “Yin” other than the date relevance of September 13). I continue to write in it, one to two lines on at least six pages, now seemingly unrelated to dreams, but perhaps questions. I think about the cover and how only I could understand its connections to my life. I transition to a dream type that mostly only occurred around age five; being in a world of giants. I sometimes dreamt of adults and children older than me as towering over me. In this case, a tall African woman (or spirit) in traditional tribal dress seemingly speaks to me in modern English or at least cheerfully communicates. Although we are indoors, she seems about twenty feet tall or more. I am of the correct size, but tiny in contrast to the setting. Next, after some ambiguous abstract scenes, is a situation where a friendly dog approaches me.
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Hi everyone, This is my first dream journal entry. I've noticed that most of my REM periods occur in the morning, from around 4-8 o'clock, so I have most of dreams around this time. I often wake up a lot in the morning, but go back to sleep pretty quickly, so I generally have a lot of dreams in the morning. I've just woke up, so I wanted to write down what I remember from my dreams. The first one placed me in some city. I don't know which one, but I can tell you that it was huge. Much bigger than London, for example. I was basically exploring it. I spent probably about an hour (IRL time) walking around the city, just going into random shops and looking at random sights. It went on for a very long time in the dream world. One thing which stood out was the biggest building in the city. I have a love of high places such as this, so in my dream I made a beeline for it. I took the lift up to the top floor, where there was this big, circular glass floow inside of a glass building. This was extremely high up, taller than the Burj Khalifa. There was a panel over on one side of the room, with two wheels. One of the wheel rotated the floor around, while the other charged the camera. That's right- the room seemed to be some sort of photography device to take photographs of the city. It was weird, I guess, but the dream was incredibly vivid. It seems that each night, my dreams have been getting more and more vivid, lately. And longer. But I digress, as I was saying, I was on top of the biggest building in the entire World. I walked out through a set of double glass doors to the back of the room, and onto the roof, where a few people were sitting around on assorted chair. I turned around and saw that there was actually another room, very similar to the photography one, on top of it. I disregarded it, having seen enough, and decided to venture back down to the city. This is where it starts to get weird. I found some sort of shopping centre. If you live in the UK, you'll probably know of the MetroCentre. It was really similar to that, only the shops were different. I was sauntering around, simply looking for something to do. It was at this point I noticed that I had my pilot's uniform on, so I realised that I was on layover (staying after a flight) in this city. I found a restaurant, called "Vino & Me". It looked very professional, like a chain restaurant. You know when you have one of those dreams and you're just amazed at how real it all feels? This was one of them, for me. I could read all of the text, hear other people's conversations as they walked by me, etc. It was extremely lifelike. Anyway, I went into this restaurant, and for some reason the first thing I did was tell them that I'm the owner's friend. The guy at the door shouted to one of his colleagues, "who's on the list?", and they read out a single name. I told them that was my name. They all smiled, showed me to a table, and gave me a bunch of free food. I remember it being very nice. It was an Italian restaurant (presumably run by alcoholics, judging from the name), so I had pasta and a very nice dessert. The pasta cost £14.95, so I was very happy that I'd pretended to be friends with the manager. One weird thing was the menu itself. Half of it was written in red pen on a napkin, while the other half was a professionally-printed menu. Very strange. There were a bunch of inconsistencies like this in the dream, odd little sights which made me laugh. When I was done eating, I turned to a window looking back into the mall. There were glass walls, so I could see everything which was going on perfectly. Two men with purple shirts on walked out and grabbed a man standing by some sort of stall. Everyone around turned and looked on, startled by the appearance of these men. They looked like security guards to me, which was likely to be the case, as two policemen showed up and assisted them in carrying the man off. The man kicked some random guy in the head as they were going, and I specifically remember the victim falling backwards onto some glass ceiling (we were on the second floor), and smashing his head open. Blood everywhere. My dreams always seem to take a dark twist at some point. At least glass ceilings were being shattered. I sat in the restaurant and burst out laughing. I don't normally have emotions in my dreams, as I'm sure most of you can relate to, but I had a fit of uncontrollable laughter upon seeing the guy get kicked in the head. I thanked the restaurant staff, and I headed out. Next up, I went to visit Jesse Pinkman. I have no idea where that came from. He was living in a tent somewhere, it was a campsite, though, and it was very Sunny. I knocked on the door (not sure why, it was a fabric tent), and he opened it up. He was annoyed at me for some reason. I think I was supposed to be Walter White at this point, but he soon made up with me and we had an interesting discussion. Nothing important, I just enjoyed it. I said goodbye to him, then I went to visit an old friend (haven't seen him in a couple of years now), who was also living on the same campsite for whatever reason. I located his tent, and started talking to him. At one point in the conversation, I divulged to him that I was growing 4 marijuana plants, at which point he dragged me outside. What I didn't notice was that his ad was sitting out the back of the tent, and my friend was sure that he'd heard me. We walked off at this point. I'm not even anywhere near done yet, either. It gets really weird from hereon in. Next up, we met some African girl. It's a little bit fuzzy around here, so I don't remember the details all that well, but I'll do my best. This girl was with two friends, I believe, and we basically just hung out with them for a while. We were still in the big city, just in a less central district. After a while, they drove off, when one of the kids saw their mother. The other kid said to the African girl; "forget it, she's no coming back", presumably in reference to her mother. I don't really understand the significance of this, or what it means, but it did go on for quite some time. I just don't remember this part of the dream particularly well. After that, I was in school. I was walking out with some of my friends, when we said bye to each other. I jumped into my car, which was parked outside. Apparently I drive a Ferrari 458 Italia now. All of my friends were very impressed, and when I left them I went on a drive for a while. I remember sitting in the car, and just really enjoying the feeling of driving it. It was a very realistic part of the dream. Next, I ended up with two of my friends, sitting on a riverbank. It was more of an overhang, actually. We were about 50 feet above this lake. The water was crystal clear, and was surrounded on all sides by high banks, almost like it was a flooded canyon. We were fishing into it, but didn't have much luck, and decided that there were only a few small fish in there. That prompted my friend to jump from the cliff, and into the river. It looked really warm, so I decided to follow. It was a cartoonish moment, and I proceeded to jump, and then realised that I still had my phone in my pocket and all of my clothes on. I took my clothes off, threw my phone and bus pass out of my pocket, and I did all of this while balancing off the edge of the cliff at about a 30 degree angle. Impossible in real life, but I didn't even notice it in the dream. I plummeted down into the water, and it felt amazing. It was lovely and warm, and perfectly safe. We swam around for a while, while our other friend stayed sat atop the canyon walls. This was the last time anything in my dream was "perfectly safe". Next up, the dodgy fish. I was walking along this sand path, surrounded on each side by water. My parents were with me, but they'd walked off ahead, looking at the sights. The water was extremely shallow, but the seabed was covered with deep-sea entities. I saw these bioluminescent (glowing) jellyfish, and when I touched them they changed colour. It looked more lifelike than ever. I saw a hole in the ground, with this miniature shark coming out of it. It had an anglerfish in it's mouth. The weird part were that both of them were tiny. The shark was probably only about 10cm long, the anglerfish obviously a lot smaller. They weren't moving at all. They just sat there. I walked around, and took a look at all of the other fish. For some reason, I was convinced that there were stonefish hiding on the floor (venomous fish, which are often fatal to humans, if you stand on them), so I was very cautious. But I waded through the shallows full of dodgy fish, just enjoying the sights. I saw my parents again, and showed them the little shark. Now for the final part of the dream. I know that I've skipped through a lot, but most of it was repetitive. I was looking around the city for what seemed like hours, and I spent a lot of time fishing and swimming, and looking at the fish, as well. So I'm just generalising here. Anyhow, the last part is probably the weirdest. I was sitting in my room, with the door shut, on my PC. I got up to go to the toilet, opened my bedroom door, and saw two Bengal tigers sitting on the landing. One was orange, and the other was white. They were both huge. I shut the door very fast. I think my mum was at work, but my dad was downstairs, in the kitchen. I knew that I had to get down and warn him. I barricaded my door with an amplifier (I found two handguns in there- the one which I actually own, and an exact copy of it but covered in swastikas, really random), and a bunch of other stuff that I happened to have lying around my room. I jumped out of my bedroom window, onto the lower roof, and then down into the front garden. I went around the back, found my dad cooking in the kitchen, and warned him about the tigers. He didn't believe me, so I got him to look up the stairs. We have a mirror on the stairs, and we saw the tail of the white Bengal in the mirror. We shut the doors at the bottom of the stairs, and the kitchen door. I suddenly burst out with, "I know what to do!", and he looked at me. I remembered The Hangover, and decided that we needed to put a bunch of drugs into a steak. He said that I was being stupid (he has a tendency to do that- he disagrees with my ideas which are risky or a bit out there), but I decided to do it anyway. I went into the freezer, got out a big steak, and filled it with Valium. I threw it upstairs, and went back around the front, and climbed up into my bedroom. After a while, I felt the door move. I was genuinely worried; the dream felt that real. One of the tigers pushed on the doors, and I held it back. After a couple of minutes, I realised that I couldn't possibly content with a fully-grown death machine, so I released the door, sprinted for my window, and jumped out just in time. As I cleared the window, I woke up, my heart racing. I started laughing at the really long, and messed up dream. And now I'm here, writing all about it. What I found annoying was that none of this was lucid. I still didn't notice that I was dreaming when I saw a bitesize shark, or when I had two tigers in my house, for absolutely no reason. I did enjoy it, though, and I hope you did too.
05/07/2015 non-lucid - [COLOR="blue"]Notes[/COLOR] - [COLOR="red"]lucid[/COLOR] “Consulting on the Nuclear Power plant – picking up my new car – TotM” I am sat in a meeting with my new work-group, or rather I am sat with them and I am suspecting we have a meeting sometime shortly. It is at the beginning of the day and I am just hovering around really, I have other places I need to be in connection with my other project – which concerns youth and alcohol use [COLOR="blue"] (which is an actual IRL project I am working on) [/COLOR]. However I have a feeling that I need to stick around for a bit as if I am expected to stay there. Eventually the leader of the project comes around, she is a darkish haired short woman, who is pretty and American or English I believe. I tell her that I am excited to be connected with the project [COLOR="blue"] (though I frequently experience a sense of weirdness for participating in a project for constructing a nuclear power plant, which is never really fully conscious and I don't verbalise it) [/COLOR]. She smiles at me and asks if I know how to handle Sheila [COLOR="blue"] (a IRL colleague of mine, who is apparently also on this project) [/COLOR]. At this point we are walking outside the office in a courtyard of grey concrete in the early hours of the day, there is a lot of columns around forming small walkways – it reminds me of the style of construction associated with my old primary school. As she is asking about Sheila we sort of move into the office, without really moving, but rather being moved, or the building starts encompassing us. Inside I see Maria has appeared [COLOR="blue"](an old colleague from my time in England)[/COLOR] who is also on the project. She is saying that she is excited to be on a project where “patriarchalism” [COLOR="blue"] (the meaning is feminism/social constructionism in the dream) [/COLOR] is employed and that she sees that rarely. I replay “oh really? - I haven't been on anything else but these approaches, maybe it is because people preparing to become clinicians never really take this road?” She concurs a bit and throw me a smile, showing a lot of gingiva and then looks away towards either Caidee or the project leader. While she does this I get a lot of spreadsheets appearing in front of my eyes. They are interview questions and are getting closed down one by one. The first being closed is the most recent and contains a lot of questions and the more that gets closed down the more questions disappear. I can't really see the questions, but there is a picture of a black female student in the top right hand corner and I see her name is Caidee. I instantaneously know that she is a student helper and she has been involved with constructing the interview guide from the start. When these spreadsheets are all closed down we are starting to sit down by the table. I am getting anxious at this point because I think we are getting ready for the meeting and I thought the meeting wouldn't be till this afternoon. I take off my trousers under the table and look down at my blueish boxer shorts. I am briefly aware of the embarrassing nature of showing legs and start looking for my sweat pants – I don't know if I ever find them, but I start wearing them regardless – I then look under the table and see my red shorts lying under there. I am surprised as I don't remember wearing these, but I pick them up nonetheless and stand up and look at the table. I see now that Sheila has appeared so I go and sit next to her. I don't know if I will be able to persuade her in anyway or get to know her position in the project as the leader has told me about – in fact I am not even sure what I am supposed to do, but I sit down anyway. I ask about whether we have a meeting already now and I am told that we do indeed and that it is a weekly thing as well. I mull this over a bit until from behind me Christina appears [COLOR="blue"] (Old school/class mate) [/COLOR] and tell me that she has received the keys from Saab and that they will be here with my car shortly. It surprise me a little seeing as I am not yet in a financially stable position and I don't know why I have already bought a car, but I think little else of it as it was part of the plan. So I grab the keys, which is a massive bundle, with a couple of car keys and 8-10 other keys and I wonder why there are so many. I start walking down the hallway towards the entrance and Bjarne [COLOR="blue"] (Old friend from childhood/adolescence) [/COLOR] and Rasmus [COLOR="blue"] (Old school/class mate) [/COLOR] appear along the way and talk to me, I can't recall exactly what they say, but it seems taunting or mocking. I get to the end of the hall and enter the lift I notice the button [COLOR="blue"] (yes there is only one and that isn't weird! :P) [/COLOR] is slightly broken, but I press it anyway and I soon find myself outside in the school car park, that is vast and fenced in with wire mesh – and seems more like a car park belonging to a large shopping centre than a school and there is a lot of traffic. I stand around looking at the cars driving in. There seems to be a lot of black mega trucks or hummers and I know that this probably isn't mine. I can't remember which kind of car I bought, though when a couple of silver grey smaller station cars and smart type cars start entering I get a feeling that my car is definitely silver grey, though I am still unsure about the type, but having a feeling that it isn't one of the completely little ones. A couple of grey cars enter the car park and turn towards me and park. After this a massive black hummer truck pulls in [COLOR="blue"] (which I think look a bit weird, but after googling “hummer truck” this morning I found a picture that looks exactly like the one) [/COLOR] [url=http://prettycarz.com/odin/gallery/hummer%20truck/hummer-truck-06.html]hummer truck Photo #06[/url] I start getting bored so I decide to jump on the bonnet of the cars parked making a neat little run/jumping course – and I am thoroughly satisfied with the sounds and feel of pressing down the metal as I jump. I start out with just common SUVs but I eventually land on a Porsche – which for some reason is covered in a fine layer of snow – and the car following that just before the massive hummer truck as a black Lamborghini, which stops me in my tracks as it is so low that I can't possibly get up on the truck – also I am quite surprised to see 2 such expensive cars parked next to each other as Denmark isn't a cheap place to buy a car. I move around and jump maybe 3-4 cars more before I think to myself [COLOR="red"]“This is something I would do if I were dreaming”. So I look up and it all seems pretty normal, but I decide to do a reality check nonetheless. So I move my hands slightly to the sides and let myself hover above the rooftops of the cars. Realising I am lucid I start taking to the skys, which is a habitual thought and I quickly realise that I have more important stuff to do than goof around. So I let myself drop out of flight and land on the ground again and when I do I find myself on the side walk outside the wire mesh. I start walking up the side walk and start looking at my hands. The first basic task is my mission and I have already planned how this one is to unfold. I am somewhat excited though as I have never actually made something appear before my eyes. But I recall the visualisation of making a seed of light appear in my hand – a seed of love and light which I intend to plant in my chest and watch how it grows inside my body – while watching my hands[/COLOR] [COLOR="blue"] (It is fascinating to think that within the dream world a mental visualisation appears phenomenologically similar to how it would in the waking world, as a sort of translucent image appearing in a distinct mental space – which one could easily hypothesise being occupied by running the “world simulation” that is the dream) [/COLOR][COLOR="red"] To start out with not much is happening in my palm which is outstretched palms towards the sky. I see my fingers in a somewhat illuminated light and start focusing. Eventually I see a bright, but tiny dot of light in the middle of my palm and as I am watching it, it grows to the size of a water drop that is perfectly spherical. As I look at it it continues to grow and spikes and sparks start appearing around it leaving a distinct burning sensation in my hand as tiny specks of fire and ice are bombarding the surface of my skin. Soon a gust of wind appears and rips the seed from my hands and I panic and jumps after it. It lands in a corner where there is some grass, but I manage to find it rather quickly. I then go all the way into the corner to avoid getting disturbed by the wind again. I take a look at the seed, my hand still being illuminated by light that reminds me of dawn. There is no pain any longer and I think of the seed representing compassion and love, as I press it into my chest. I don't feel it entering and nothing abrupt happens. I turn my focus and visual capacity towards the inside of my body and I get a view of the inside of my shoulder, but not much more, and the bright lines of light I expected aren't really there. What is worse is as I am focusing my attention like this I sense the dream world destabilising – so I start focusing outwards. At this point the dream is gone, but I am armed with patience – I have experienced this before, I maintain my focus directed outwards – although I am also aware that it would be irritating only starting half of the TotM task and not see it to fruition (literally ;). [/COLOR] [COLOR="blue"] (In previous dreams over the years experiencing this sensation would normally have led me to feeling disappointed and accepting the disappearance of the dream. However in one of the first lucid experiences since Ayahuasca the same thing happened – the visuals faded and I was left with nothing but internal and auditory stimuli – but here I just decided to wait instead of waking up and soon after I was pulled back into the dream world, albeit in a different spot than when I left)[/COLOR] [COLOR="red"] I get flashes of a white rugged wall, it is plastered and I reach out to touch it and I sense it with my fingertips, but only very briefly. I start sensing the light of dawn characteristic of the dream world I was just in and I feel myself pulled back in. SWEET! I am back on the side walk and I decide to not focus more on the seed, I had already thought about the fact that it might take longer to grow than within a single dream – planting compassion and love in my own heart will still be an interesting theme to watch unfold over time. So I start walking up the side walk to find a tree. I am however conscious that I would prefer finding a tree surrounded by nature, but looking around and having no experience with teleportation or portals I think I will have to settle for one of the trees by the side of the road. I find a tree not far away, it is a very short tree and the trunk of it is very strange in that it narrows a lot towards the top, almost needle shaped. I place my hand on the tree and it feels chilly, not cold to the touch and I can feel the texture of the bark against my fingers, very authentic. I notice a curved line heading diagonally up from bottom left to top right on a point on the trunk. There is some dark green slime around the line and I wonder if the tree is forming a mouth. The slime should look unpleasant, but it doesn't – in fact it seems rather natural. I look away and at the tree again and the line has widened, though also thinned out a bit. The point is the changes to the line isn't gradual but jolty. I think I look at the tree a couple of times more watching the line change, but it still isn't speaking to me and as I am about to give up hope and look away I hear a deep bassy rumble emanating from the tree. “You cannot, help me – even with your flatter and good intentions.” Astonished I turn around and face it. “but I can help you” it says. “How?” I ask as respectfully as I can muster, which isn't difficult as I feel very humble even towards this young tree standing amidst the concrete. “We trees see things humans aren't equipped to see” it continues. “Amongst our roots we keep closed the gates of hell” “Humans aren't prepared to see this – they would freak out – but we trees have watched this for ever.” [/COLOR][COLOR="blue"] (I have taken some artistic liberties with the sentences, for which I don't recall all of them exactly, though they were perfectly linguistic, which excited me – though the meaning of the words is represented exactly as they should be. I felt it more important to convey the intelligence, wisdom and almost all encompassing and physical presence of the tree's intentions directed at me)[/COLOR] [COLOR="red"] I thank the tree and wonder exactly how that is a help to me, not negating it – the message felt important to me, but I think I might not be able to fully grasp it yet. [/COLOR] [COLOR="blue"] (upon awakening I got the feeling that the tree was trying to help me with one of the TotY – visiting the underworld, though I am unsure if there isn't a deeper more personal/spiritual message enclosed within as well). [/COLOR][COLOR="red"] I take off into flight thinking I have done enough tasks for now, wanting to relax a little – after briefly considering doing the painting task, but giving up cause I don't feel like finding a painting at this point. However I then again think I might not have completed the basic seed task as I haven't seen anything grow yet – I quickly glance inside my body again, but don't really see anything – more a sort of translucent view of my shoulder again. And look outwards. The skies are tuning dark and I land on a rooftop covered with old roof platings. There is a lot of moss growing on the platings and I think it might be a good idea to conjure up more of aforementioned seeds so I start doing that. The seeds seem more vigorous and self determined than before and start flying out of my hand spinning, when they have reached an appropriate size. I still feel the burns of the sparks and ice shards. One of the seeds actually jump up the slope of the roof and enter a crack between one of the platings under a ventilation hood. I stop producing seeds and just look at the crack and wonder if there is enough soil and nutrients for the seed to grow. After a little while slowly a thin rolled up green leaf appears from under the crack and as I continue to observe the growth I see a sort of elongated cabbage shape take form along with branches with leaves growing out of the new little plant. It also starts forming a flower and end up looking like a mixture between an orchid and a cabbage. As I watch this unfold the dream starts fading and I wake up. [/COLOR]
DILD #1: I had an earlier dream where I was flying around with Dreamer at night. She was carrying me in her arms, but she was having difficulty flying because I was so heavy. I tried telling myself that I was as light as a feather, didn't work very well. DILD #2: I had another dream where I was waiting for a plane to take me to perth, but I was in the United states for some reason. I didn't know when the plane was supposed to leave and then I realized I didn't have to leave for another 3 days. I slowly realized it was a dream and wandered around the airport for awhile. I watched workers furiously trying to clean airplanes and get the luggage on board. I also stole some food from vending machines and ate it while I calmly explored. After awhile I decided that I wanted to do some tasks. I tried to remember some but got very nervous and worried about waking up. I woke up almost immediately, remembered some tasks, then waited to deild. I was shaken awake in the dream (back at the airport) by this chubby African girl. She was quite pretty and she had a really thick accent. I thanked her and wondered if she was one of those traditional dream guides that people keep talking about. I had her follow me around because I figured that she might be helpful. I began walking around the halls looking for a painting; I said to myself, "There will be a painting behind me!" There was, but then I heard the African girl say in her thick accent, "There's no painting there." The painting immediately disappeared. I walked around a corner while saying to myself, "There is a painting around that corner!" There was, and I made it fly into my hands with telekinesis. I was staring at it when the girl pulled at my arm. I looked back at her and she had a friend with her now. I looked back at the painting and it was now a map of Europe. I was getting a bit frustrated with this naughty DC that kept messing with me. I looked away and back at the painting again and it looked like a black and white illustration of an assembled jigsaw puzzle. I figured that was good enough so I threw it on the ground and made it grow and stretch until it was big enough for me to dive into. I guess that I should also mention that this entire time the annoying girl dc was pulling at my shirt incessantly. She was QuiTe annoying! But I tried to just ignore her. The painting was on the ground and I was ready to dive in! I got in the standard diving stance and then dove in head first, right into a hard, solid floor. I slowly got absorbed into painting as I rested there. The world was black, I figured that I must have been in the black part of the painting so I walked until it got white. I could see more black lines off in the distance. Not the most exciting experience, but I thought it made sense. I jumped out of the painting and decided that I was now in a hospital instead of an airport. The two African girls are still there following me around. I saw this blonde lady receptionist that reminded me of one of the girls from Dr. Who. I beckoned her to follow me too as I walked outside. It was dark and wet, and there was snow gently falling all around. I saw an old friend standing out on the curb. I figured he would be a helpful dc. I asked him if he had the mysterious seeds I needed (while also reaching in my pocket to find some just in case he didn't have any). He pulled a handful of assorted seeds from out of his pocket. They looked like an array of various nuts - cashews, almonds, macademias, and pistachios. I chose the only one I didn't recognize and threw it in the dirt. I stood there, staring at the ground with my motley crew of acquired dream characters. We eagerly waited for it to grow. Got too excited and woke up. DILD #3: I was at my parents' house in Colorado. My mom was cooking a vegan feast with green chili and beans. She was telling me that I should do some things for my dad so that he would be more likely to help me out if I needed it. I got really upset and said that it wasn't right that I had to do things like that as an exchange in order to have his love and support. I think I threw a tortilla in my rage. My dad came downstairs and started talking about facts and figures, keeping everything rational and away from emotions, where it was safe. I noticed that I could draw lines on the wall with my mind and I thought for a few seconds that maybe I just had super powers. Then I realized that I was dreaming and I walked outside and started to fly. I was having trouble flying but I was still enjoying it. I woke up after a few minutes of flying around the neighborhood. DILD #4: I was watching an 80s movie with Dreamer that had Brendan Fraser with long hair in it. It was about a group of hackers that were rebelling against these humanoid machines that had kidnapped another genius hacker for her brilliant programming skills. The hacker group had somehow managed to make it so that the machines couldn't see them, all except for one special machine that had the sense of smell, he could still smell them when they were near him. Brendan Fraser was running down the street from these special machines that had been built specifically to entice him. They had huge lower bodies that were covered in knotted pubes, it was supposed to attract him because that is what he was supposedly into, but it just looked ridiculous. He eluded them behind a wall when one of the machines saw me watching from a distance and she spat flames at me. I said to her, "Are you serious?" then shot flames back at her. It singed her slightly then I suddenly felt very poweful. I made all of the machine women in the area erupt in flames that were so hot that they turned to ashes. I then walked over to a spot on the parking lot pavement and dropped a seed in the earth. A clone of myself separated from my body and walked off but the body that I was watching the dream from stayed to watch the plant grow. A long, vine-like plant grew straight up from the ground until it was about 5 feet tall. It then sprouted these bright red flower buds at the very top. I walked away to look for something inanimate to talk to and I decided that a car would be a good choice. I said to the nearest car, "HEY, how's it goin'?" The car suddenly had eyes and a mouth but it appeared to be sleeping. I tried again, "Hello, are you awake?" I noticed that I had a text message from some stranger that wanted to help me saying, "Hi, can I help you?" I responded, "Who are you?" Then a green-haired bully came from out of nowhere and started attacking me. I threw him to the ground to subdue him then the dream ended. I tried to stay still to wait for another dream to begin. I had a false awakening with my old friend from a previous dream and I was telling him about the lucid dream I just had and I was showing him the weird text message that interrupted me. Haha, woops.
My sleep schedule has been extremely poor for the last few days as on thursday and friday night I only got 3 hours of sleep. Today I made up for that and got insane REM rebound to the point where I lost track of how many dreams I had during my NAP. Here's the dreams I remembered: 1. I am inside of a huge house and seem to be on the second floor of it. The floor is covered in white carpet that is really soft and the walls are painted white. I walk through the rooms on this floor all by myself. No one else seems to be in the house with me. Suddenly I become Lucid. "Haha nice, I'm back" I think to myself. I look around more and enjoy the solitude that I am experiencing being all alone. It is so peaceful. "Hey Cory" I hear from behind me. All I'm thinking at the moment is, "What the hell, I thought I was by myself". I turn around and see my mom, dad, and sister all just standing still and staring at me. "Uhh hey" I say back. I decide to mess around with the dream version of my family. "No way, you guys are lucid too?!? That's crazy, the whole family is lucid!" I tell them. "Yep, we sure are all lucid" my mom replies(Lmao). "Aright, I have a challenge for you guys, lets see who can stay in the dream the longest" I say. They all show signs of agreement. "Ok go" I then tell them. Immediately the dream version of my mom starts fading and becoming invisible as though she is leaving the dream. "Wow that was fast" I think to myself. In seconds my mom's body is completely gone, and as soon as it is, the dream version of my sister starts doing the same thing. Haha what a challenge. "This is too easy" I think. Suddenly my vision starts going bad and I can tell it is fading. "Oh no, I'm destabilizing" I realize. I start looking around inventively and I jump around and touch whatever is near me. Everything goes back to normal and I have now re-stabilized. I look around again and see that my dad has disappeared. I walk around the corner of the hallway I'm now in and the house opens up into a huge mall. The ground is covered in white tile and the walls are painted white still. I walk into this mall area and start walking around to explore. I see a mattress store and a girl whose party I went to a while back. I walk into the store and go up to her. "I haven't seen you in a while" I say with a smirk on my face. "Yeah, I know" she says in the most seductive way I have ever heard somebody say those words. The beast version of myself starts coming alive and now I want to bang her so hard. "Why don't we take this somewhere private" she tells me once again, even more seductively than before. Why is it that even when I try avoiding sex it always seems to come to me. "No, right here is fine" I tell her. She takes off her skinny jeans and panties and bends over with her hands against the wall. I'm not going to tell you what happens next because really, it's no mystery- we bang. After that I tell her "I'll be back for round 2 tonight" and then I leave her. I walk through the mall some more and come by a place that looks like some sort of classroom. I walk into this classroom and it is full of girls. My dreaming mind knows me well. I walk over to a desk that's next to a really fine girl and sit down. "So what are we learning today?" I ask her. "We're taking a quiz over sexy texting" She tells me. "No way, I happen to be a master in that area" I say. "Okay, then why don't you show us your skills" she giggles. She calls the teacher over and tells her to give me a quiz. Suddenly the projector in the room turns on and the quiz is on the screen. I guess I'm taking my quiz in front of all of these girls. For the quiz, each question has 3 text replies that you would send to a girl in an attempt to turn her on. I have to pick the best one and the girls decide if its good. The first question pops up. I read the text that the girl has "sent me" and look at all of the replies that I could send her. "That one looks good" I think to myself. I pick answer B. All of the girls in the room see my answer clearly and look over to me with a naughty look on their faces. The fine girl sitting next to me gets really close to me and whispers in my ear, "Wow, you're good" except the way she says it sounds extremely sexy. The vibe in this classroom with all these girls is now starting to feel really hot and sexy and I'm not sure if I'm about to have a huge classroom orgy or not. -I don't remember the rest of the dream beyond here. 2. Once again I had just walked down the staircase in my house. As I walked into the foyer I immediately became lucid and looked around out of curiosity. Suddenly my mom walks into the foyer as well. "Cory what are you doing?" she asks. "Who knows mom" I answer back. I then jump off of the ground and start levitating. My mom just stands where she is and looks at me in total awe. I lean forward on my stomach and start flying around the foyer, but it's quite tricky considering it is a small area even though it has a ceiling height of around 40 feet. I start to practice my flying skills by stopping on a dime and making sharp turns and other things such as stalling for a few seconds and stopping myself before I hit the ground. Once I get back to the area where my mom is, I turn my back to the front door window and then smash through it while still flying. I am now outside in my neighborhood and everything looks pretty much the same. I fly really low to the ground on my stomach and for some reason my legs are lifted up and to someone watching me I look like I'm skydiving except for I'm not falling from 30,000 feet or falling at all- I'm flying. After a minute or so of that I land on the ground and decide that I want to run like the flash. I run down my street with extreme speed. About 10 seconds into doing so though, my body starts leaning back and I can't stop myself from doing it. I continue running down the street, but while doing so I see glimpses of myself in 3rd person and I can see that I am indeed running super fast, but it also looks like I'm trying to play limbo while doing it because of how far I'm leaning back. -I don't remember the rest of the dream.
(So I've noticed dream recall and lucidity seem to be somewhat related to estrogen and progesterone levels, at least for me. When progesterone reaches its peak in the luteal phase, so does my lucids. When estrogen reaches its first and then second peaks, during ovulation and again during mid-luteal, my dream recall can get up to 5-6 a night. And the rise in body temperature from the first to second phases seem to affect vividness. Immediately before the period starts, when both hormones and temperature hit rock bottom, so does lucidity/recall/vividness. ...I guess not even most women would know what I'm talking about, but since the hubby and I are trying to have a baby, I've been keeping a laser sharp focus on those levels. So for the next few months or so I'm going to try to associate dreams to cycle days. And today is cycle day one! So yay, that's convenient.) CD1 AF I was out on base, shopping at the commissary with a girl I used to know but can't remember, and a friend of hers who was in a wheelchair. When we entered the store, the employees stopped us and insisted that her friend leave his wheelchair and use one of their store-approved ones. He didn't want to switch chairs, and the employees were getting annoyed. Samantha and I were getting annoyed and wanted to punch them for being dicks to her friend. We told them it was illegal to do what they were doing and we all tried to just go around them, but then two of them ran up to her friend and physically LIFTED him out of the chair and tried to throw him into one of theirs. We absolutely flipped the fuck out on them and there was a big fight. Samantha, an old friend from middle school, and I were roommates. We lived in this little flat and I guess one of us was an artist because there were sheets all up on the walls and paint and such. There were lots of windows all over the place, and you could see the nighttime lights of the city from them. I wanted to do something nice for her, but I don't remember what. She was telling me about this party while we were watching something on TV - something about a car and a cowboy? - and we decided we'd go. We had to walk there, apparently, and we were walking through a field with trees around us, and we both had flashlights, heading toward the party. On the way there we stop and see one of her friends standing out in the field, covered in dirt and wearing tattered clothes. I asked him why he was out there dressed like that and he seemed to get offended and said he lived on the street. I got really confused at that point, because we all lived on the army base and everyone there is given assigned housing so there's no way anyone living here would be homeless. Then he got SUPER angry and started saying things like "Well, where do you think poor people exist then?!" and I said "Only in the civilian world, obviously..." He chided me and told me that many of the families on base were homeless but I didn't hear about it because my dad was a high-ranking officer and the bigwigs sheltered us from those sorts of things. It kind of freaked me out to realize that all the lower-ranking privates lived on the streets past the officer community in the center of the base.
The Slaughtering Factory I'm at a slaughtering factory and I'm watching the process of how it works. They're using chickens and cats, it's fucken sickening. I love animals so much, I can't understand how someone could do this job for a living. There's 2 guys on a production line, where the Animals come from. There's holes where they throw the Animals down to there death I'm guessing. There's a live cat and they pore petrol over it and then let it roam. This starts to effects the cat and makes it weak and looking as if it's eventually going to die. Someone tells me that it's had a tablet and it'll die. Dance Like No Ones Watching I'm outside a house and I'm with 2 others. I see some of my close family on other side of road. I stand with a lite kid about 30 meters away from my family, and we communicate that way. The kid talks for a while and I compliment him saying that he speaks better then I do. I remember seeing the ground look like burned rubber. I'm inside the house now and someone said they laughed at what we said around the side of house. I'm at a petrol station with Marleigh and a few others that I recognize. We all start dancing and looking like idiots, but we continue dancing. I begin thinking about how we look silly but don't want that to stop me, and that I shouldn't feel silly, I'm joking around having fun. I begin pretending to rap silently but move my mouth and hands as if I was really doing so.
Breaking The Fast (Too lazy to be more detailed) I was walking to a hotel room with Dave Clarke maybe. Get in room and see home and alone with 2 kids. They're pale. Back at home eating. Realize It may hurt breaking fast my fast. I start eating a plate of meat. I soon realize it's a dream and I can eat whatever. Someone laughs as if I should have known that already. I grab a fruit cake that's in the pantry. It's in a shape of a square firework. Side Notes: I was on a 4 day water fast when I had this lucid. It's been a while since I had a lucid dream. I wasn't fully lucid, just felt the freedom.
I am tucked into a little indention of a dirt wall next to a dirt ramp. I have been dreaming for a while, but this is the earliest memory I have after waking. I peek around the corner to check for anyone coming. When I know the coast is clear I run down the ramp to a sheer drop on the path. I stop and look over the edge, there are two men on the lower level facing me but not looking up. One is very short and not very memorable, the other is sitting on a block or barrel or something. He has buzz cut light hair, maybe red or even dirty blonde, he's got a cigarette between his lips that moves as he talks and a grey over sized gun in his right hand that he's waving in the air as he speaks. I can't hear him, but recognition of danger strikes. I know he's after someone, and I know where that person is, but my brain is foggy and I can't remember the name of the man that I need to warn. I turn and go back up the ramp, passing my original hiding place and turning left to another ramp and indention in the wall maybe forty to fifty feet away. There's another couple of people there. I don't pay attention to or else don't remember the person farthest away from me because I am too distracted by the blonde man I am there to warn. I feel like my breath catches, and I struggle to find words through my brains fog. I keep screaming in my head, I know this man, why can't I remember his name? He's important, but who is he? The man asks me what's wrong, and I reply with a warning, "He's here, he's coming for you! I saw him!" The man tells me sternly to go home and hide in the closet. I express worry about him facing this other man, and he tells me with complete confidence, and almost order like, "I will take care of him. Go hide, now." Our dog runs up by my side with a toy in her mouth, and I start worrying about her being in the way and getting hurt, so I agree to hide, telling him he'd better come back because puppers wants to play with him, and I don't want her disappointed. He nods silently, and sings a gun off his shoulder. He heads the direction I came from, and I head farther up the ramp away from trouble. At the top of the ramp is the house I lived in growing up. It's been over ten years since I've lived there, but it doesn't strike me as odd. I take puppers into the house and go to my old bedroom closet. there's a ton of stuff and boxes in there, and I start moving them out and piling them up in front of the door to make room for me and puppers. the thoughts runs through my mind that it'll be easy to find us with all these boxes in front of the door pointing to us hiding there, but then I relax because I don't believe the bad men will ever make it past the man I warned, I trust him with my life completely. I notice a dog treat and a dog bone on the floor while moving the boxes and decide to take them inside the closet so puppers can chew on them and keep quiet. I settle onto the floor and pull on the bottom of the door to close it, then start petting puppers and talking to her all quiet and soothingly trying to keep her calm and quiet. I wake up, at first paranoid and scared that I am still hiding. The fog clears quickly though, and I realize that I am in bed and that the important man who's name I couldn't remember was K. It bothers me somewhat that I couldn't remember his name even though I knew in the dream he was so important and trusted him completely. My boy friend and I spoke of it, and came to the conclusion that the lack of recognition is likely due to the lack of importance I have placed on my dream life, finding K, and learning from the experiences lately. Still, I feel like I have missed a great opportunity with this being my first K dream in months, and with the few K dreams I do have being months and months apart. The guns and ramps are likely due to playing lots of Splatoon lately.
Updated 07-07-2015 at 01:53 AM by 53224
At a small hotel, help solve a mystery of where money is hidden to pay for repairs so the female owner won't have to close down. We find the money in a hidden room, and tell the woman she should go get a safe at Walmart or Staples for $50 to keep it all in. Go astral, and spend some time flying. Then I am in a dream again, driving fast on a rural road and DCs are yelling at me as I go by. I miss my turn and become lucid, drive to a place I know I've been before, a big white house, empty, next to a huge pond that has nature habitat signs all around. What a perfect place for retreats and swimming, I think. I turn the car around on a wooded track past the pond and drive back out. This place would be great to buy -- I wonder if it's real and how much it is. I remind myself to remember to write these dreams down when I wake up.
In which H isn't dead... Another dream about H. We are at a house or a very nice hotel lobby perhaps. C is there. H has cooked and we are eating dinner. She is not dead. It was a misunderstanding of some sort. Every now and again I think of how this doesn't make sense. Once I wonder if she was really put in at the morgue or what body I saw at the viewing, but the truth is right in front of me- there she is, not dead. We talk a bit about the funeral and the fiasco around it. She asks about a ring her mother gave her. I can't remember most of what we talked about. Mostly, though, we just hang out and talk. I think of how there are loads of things I want to tell her, but I don't, and instead I mostly just enjoy hanging out with her and talking with her. At one point, I start to think about it, and I have a little panic attack, but then it recedes and I come back and we hang out again. For the most part, it is very calm and comforting and feels very natural.
Updated 04-05-2016 at 06:41 PM by 38879
+ guy stabs others to death with long knife, stabs me but I manage to escape with minor wounds +(f) in childhood home dad gets up from the couch and walks by me, naked +(f) flying around high city rooftops, meeting and talking with people + dream boundaries unclear: team-based combat, multiple venues (at least 4), detailed, vivid, complicated rules, very long time, I'm generally a newb in all of them trying to figure out how to play; brief erotic moment with stunning naked girl teammate Memories of various scenes: 1. Indoors, sort of like a wide open furniture store, the team hot young beauty asks me to throw the (football?) on to the bed to claim it. I throw what is like a cylindrical cushion there, and we jump on to the bed. She goes and grabs ("the football?") from another bed. I'm lying down on my left side as sort of a barrier, and she kneels behind me on the bed. We're both naked. She says "this is the first time we've ever been (together like this?)", I respond "there's a first time for everything!" I reach my right hand up and caress her lower back and down towards her rear, start to feel the top of a cheek and bun, she has a smoking hot sexy tight body, and she gets up and leaves. I can't wait to tell my male teammate friend that I had a "special moment" with her. 2. I connect to an online FPS game, an opponent is flying in the distance and closes to attack. We're trying to shoot each other. I'm changing weapons from bullets to plasma balls, I can't quite get the lead on his circular strafing motion right in order to hit him enough to beat him. 3. Flying above and landing at a scene. I'm trying to pick up the "quake quad damage" power up, but I do not have all of the 4 required ingredients as the device itself tells me. 4. In battle, like in a large high-ceilinged theater. There's an important area up high, but it is forbidden (or dangerous?) to approach above ground, so there are underground tunnels to go there. I'm not interested in going in the tunnels. I'm in the high ground area, there are large bins of ammunition which consists of irregularly shaped small stones or large gravel. The most valuable is colored blue, and one guy is hanging out by that spot in order to shoot and reload constantly. The advantage of this spot is the huge reserves of ammo. Some opponents move in, youngish girls, they're shooting me, where's my shotgun!? I run around avoiding their shots and find my gun leaning against a back wall. I'm done with the combat, but you can't just quit: you have to shoot at a special target in order to leave. A new session begins, all the expert players quickly run for special equipment/areas in order to get lots of power ups. I don't know how to do this and I'm at a disadvantage, being such a newb. I think about rolling downhill sideways in order to move more quickly. +(f) playing with a dog +(f) I give coaches a toy soldier(s), the stand is stamped with a date on the bottom from the 1800's, he and his assistant think it's very valuable.
Cory and I were looking to adopt a kid, so we mapped out a few orphanages on our GPS. Apparently you can just go to a random orphanage and pick up a kid like you would a pet or something. So we set out in the car, but kept getting lost. Really lost, like driving through people's yards and at one point we were off-roading in some field of dirt. Cory wanted to drive up this sand bank but it was friggin sheer vertical sand and I said no way. He tried anyway and we slipped back down. I tried getting our location on the map on my phone, but the map kept zooming out and made it impossible. By some miracle we finally made it to the orphanage and we were looking at kids, and we were thinking on this 12ish year old boy with sandy hair. So we were walking around the orphanage with him and he was telling us about himself, but something about him seemed very off. He asked if we would adopt him, so Cory and I had a little pow-wow and we both really didn't want to. We wanted to move on to the next orphanage. We were dreading telling him because we didn't want to break his little heart, but we finally did and he looked so dejected and just said "Oh." and walked away. I wanted to cry. For some reason we were paying rent on two apartments because we were too lazy to move all the stuff from one apartment over to the other. So we slept at one apartment, but the other one had our washer/dryer, so we would drive over there to do our clothes. We decided to finally combine them but when we went to the washer/dryer apartment, we just couldn't figure out how to do it or how to bring the stuff back to the other place. Apparently we also kept a cash register with a moving belt attached to it at the apartment. Cory would put items on the belt and when they got to the end I'd bag them, and that's how we moved stuff. The belt was also super-magnetic so whenever something metal came down the line, it would stick and I'd have to struggle to pull it off. I don't remember the last dream, just that I was sitting on the ground and Seru in his semi-perfect form was standing there screaming at me and I was like WTF. And I was friggin terrified for some reason.
I was looking under the bed for my two cats, and they were there, but to my surprise I found a third! It was an enormous calico, at least twice the size of any other cat I'd ever seen, and unbelievably fat. Startled by this strange discovery, I pointed it out to my husband. He gave me a suspicious look and said, "That's Crowl," as if explaining the obvious. "He must have at least fifteen percent of the Internet!" I exclaimed, thinking that there's no way such an unusual cat could avoid becoming an Internet sensation. My husband nodded in confirmation. "Where did he come from?" I inquired. It seemed like a reasonable question, since I had never seen this cat before but my husband appeared to be familiar with him. Again my husband looked at me in wary confusion, as if he couldn't understand why he had to keep telling me things I should know perfectly well. "We got him from Donna Slope." "Who's Donna Slope?" The tension was growing with every question I asked. My husband was now staring at me as if he feared that I had finally lost my mind. I gathered that this was the name of someone we knew quite well, for for the life of me I could not remember a single detail about her. I noticed that the sliding door to the patio was open, and one of our own cats and Crowl had gone outside. I expressed alarm: ours is an elderly indoor cat, and definitely not allowed outside without close supervision. My husband seemed strangely unconcerned: "It's okay, he'll follow Crowl." I was not reassured. "We'll have to talk about this later," I said, indicating the events of the entire morning, and went out after the cats. The two were already walking along the side of the house toward the street. To my alarm I saw that the front gate was open, and they went right through it. For some reason after I caught up with them I picked up Crowl first. As I walked back along the side of the house I noticed an assortment of little pumpkins or round gourds next to the path. One green one was rattling violently as if something were trying to get out. This piqued my curiosity, but I could not investigate with my arms full of cat, so I resolved to take a closer look after both cats were secured back indoors. I unceremoniously dumped Crowl back inside the bedroom, making sure to close the screen door behind him, and then went back for the other cat. I was worried at having left my cat unattended, but reminded myself that he moved very slowly in his old age and he could not have gone far. As long as he hadn't blundered out into the street, he should be okay. I soon spotted him next to the sidewalk chewing on grass... but something was amiss. There were now two cats of his appearance. I studied them closely until I thought I was sure which one was him, and carried him back inside. After he was safely secured in the house, I went back to investigate those pumpkins. The pumpkins ranged in color from green to orange, and seams indicated that the tops could be lifted like those of jack-o-lanterns. What did I expect to find inside? What if it was a coiled up snake, and it bit me? I brushed aside the fear impatiently: the only reason to be afraid of a snake is if you think it might have deadly poison, but that is quite rare. Most snakebites are harmless. Still, why did I want to look inside the pumpkins? I needed a good reason. "Curiosity," I concluded. "Curiosity is the desire to know more." That seemed like a good enough reason in itself. The first few pumpkins were hollowed out as I anticipated, but they contained only vague shapes, like something was still buried in the pumpkin flesh. I peered closely at one and I thought it looked lizard-shaped. "Maybe they aren't ready to hatch yet," I concluded. I reached the green one that had been shaking violently. Surely this one was ready! I stopped and tried to imagine what I would most like to find inside, and decided on one of those little troll dolls. Wouldn't be cool to find one that had come to life? I lifted the top and... it was just another lizard. This was vaguely disappointing after I had gotten my hopes up for something more exotic. After going back in the house I started thinking hard. I realized something very strange was going on today, and I needed to figure out what it was. My husband was acting very uncharacteristically, and I was apparently unfamiliar with major details of my own life. What could it be? Was it related to time travel? My current situation felt very similar to the life I knew, but not identical... could I have somehow "jumped the tracks" to a different timeline, a different possible present? Later I was shelving some books in the kitchen when another possibility came to mind: I could be dreaming. At first this felt very unlikely, but I knew that apperances could be deceiving, and I would need to test thoroughly. I began by looking at a book on the shelf and trying to withdraw it through will alone. Nothing happened, but I thought it might just need a headstart, so I pulled it out about an inch with my fingers, then tried to finish using only mental strength. This time it worked! I let the book hover in the air above my palm to confirm that I was controlling it with my thoughts. Alright, so I'm definitely dreaming. Shit. That means I have to remember everything so I can write it down when I wake up. I started going over details from the morning, listing them aloud to better fix them in memory. "Crowl... Donna Slope... lizards in pumpkins..." I'm sure several other things happened that morning that I'm now forgetting, but I lost lucidity and had another long NLD before waking up, so some of the details have faded.
I flew above earth... I felt big... and small at the same time. I felt love... I felt sadness... as I looked down to earth. My shining white long wings carried me slowly forward... At the same time I saw some russian commander planing destruction... small touch sensitive bomblets looking like candies... smiling devilishly... At the same time I saw destruction. Destroyed houses... I saw dead people... Lonely children. Impassive soldiers in tanks... desperate people... pain... And I wept. My tears were falling down like rain... I flew and I wept... I loved them all. I couldn't help anybody, I was ethereal... Remarks: Sad experience... My wings were hundreds of meters long. As I flew, I didn't move my wings. WILD with about 20 subjective minutes length.
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