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I was in an apocalyptic world and went through a tunnel and met this individual. We went around inside the tunnel and collected different items as it was just filled with different stalls that had dishes’s food and other various items. I grabbed a few bananas that were going bad soon as they were getting very brown. I went further and met my partner and was like did you grab any fruit I got a few bananas he was like oh yes I got a lot of those as well. He shows me our bag and there is perfectly ripped bananas. I say oh nice! Let me put these back then as I quickly put the bananas I had onto a table.

I was outside of a home but it seemed and felt like it was mine. I walked around and decided to go to some bodies else’s house. As I got there they asked me to watch some stuff so I did and just walked around their house. The trees were scattered around as the house was in the middle of a forest. The house itself was a brown and light brown/cream color. I walked through a Zen garden looking at how beautiful it was. I walked back upfront and the people were back and said that they were going to be having dinner soon with some guests and that I was welcome to join them. I started to make a meatball pastry but it had no meat. I made several kinds that were very weird. There was a Sulfur, a peppemermint, a normal, and last but not least a vanilla one flavored pastry. Nob I brought over some ceaser salad to a gentlemen that was complaining that there was no dressing and put the bowl of salad into some pasta that he was trying to serve himself and said here is your dressing all over the salad.

I was in a rocky mountain area and a lady was running about. I tried to talk with her but she wouldn’t listen and she would just keep running around. I would then think to myself am I dreaming? So I would do an RC but while doing the RC I woke myself up and ended up doing it in waking life making them fail. I did that several times but each time I was at least able to WILD back into the previous dream. After about 3 attempts at doing RC’s I gave up and woke up as the same outcome kept happening.

Was wondering, if I journal this - but then.
Such a stupid thing - I got spontaneously lucid just because it felt dreamy.
So I started looking around - tried to tell somebody, I would be dreaming, but again - he was a bit away and I raised my voice - well - tried to raise it - nothing came out.
Then it was tree-hugging and feeling - and my embarrassing problem from some weeks back again - I had an enormous urge to pee.
I was even lucid enough to remember, how this ended up last time - but it just didn't help - so I woke myself up - and yes - again I didn't actually need to go.
Made me really angry to find that out.

I've read some reports of strange things happening, as if one's unconscious mind wanted to get one out of lucidity.
I really hope, this is not my uncon's new trick on me.
It was like - stop the car and search the bushes urgent.

Now - I could of course have searched the bushes in my dream - but again - was lucid enough to worry about real life consequences.
Maybe I should ask around, if something like this really happens - probably not - I've done it before.
But that I didn't remember.
Damn.

Only good thing was this direct realization - no RCs, no dream-sign - just like that.
Well yeah - and a minute only - baaah.

Otherwise I was dreaming very enjoyably in my non-lucids - seems the mere prospect of the comp. does something to me already.

Morning of March 4, 2014. Tuesday.



I am at the airport in Brisbane, I believe. The seats are far more comfortable, almost like couches. My wife is with me. Our children may be there but not immediately present.

A man of about seventy-five years of age is there and he somehow has all kinds of musical instruments in various locations around the area, most of them guitar-like. He does not play much at first, but I enjoy seeing the various items. Some are in a case, others on their own. He seems very friendly, but I do not know who he is.

One of the instruments is a three-string bass (electric, I think). Another is never taken out of the soft case but may be a miniature violin (about half the size of one in real life) and I ask him about it and the answer seems to be yes. There are a couple music books which have very simple tunes, possibly melody lines only, for folk music.

Later on, I am on another seat in a perpendicular location from the first but probably not that far away from the other location. It is probably aligned east/west, with the back to the north. We talk about different types of guitars and experiences with them. I play a brief, random “song” on one which seems to have seven strings instead of six - playing mostly one note per beat but three on one beat, which seems somewhat discordant. I also note that there are letters to indicate tuning on one, which appears to have too large a gap in the mid-range area, although it may create interesting chords or be made that way as a real-time EQ “notch” for other instruments that fit that range. (This would be more viable for anything other than a guitar, I should think, such as a flute or especially a recorder. Two recorders playing at the same basic pitch, for example, make absolutely horrid dynamics - similar to when two people sustain a loud whistle at the same pitch on each side of you and a very unpleasant swirling “roaring” is heard in the middle of your head.)

There is a point where he has some sort of small accordion or concertina but, for quite some time, plays only the bass side (roots only) as a melody, yet it sounds beautiful and orchestral, almost like a brass band. He plays about three longer songs like this. I ask him if he has seen or heard the bass setting where a very high note is added to the bass root which gives a very intriguing sound to the overall song (when the full chords are played on the bass side) and he acknowledges this fact. I tell him about my father and the number of popular waltzes and polkas he wrote. The old man smiles but does not seem as interested in waltzes (or one-two-three) as straight one-two patterns as found in almost all modern music, other than songs like “Top of the World” by Plant P (Tony Carey), which is a breathtaking waltz mostly on synths, yet almost 1700s ballroom-like and epic, one of my favorite recordings of all time.

Later, he lets me hold a very large guitar, apparently acoustic, and also very old. It is of a very unusual design. The entire neck is deeply indented almost like a series of enclosed backgammon sections (relating to each otherwise implied fret wire, which in this case is actually a higher “wall” for each note range change) all the way to the body. The neck is also too wide to play chords with the left hand. This poses two problems. In addition, I do not see how you could play a chord unless pressing more down over one side of the “wall” from the top and while mostly on the lap (rather than a real chord position grip), but it would not seem to possess the same dynamics at all, as a proper ridge/fret wire would create. I ask him about this, but he seems to know how to play it efficiently, but does not actually demonstrate.

In a very loose association, my mind starts connecting the seeming backgammon wells series on the weird fretboard of the guitar. There is also the hopscotch reference again. Somehow the idea is triggered by the guitar’s double markers on the twelfth fret and how sections change from one square to two side-by-side squares as in the hopscotch court. At one point, the older man appears to pass out from a medical problem, but recovers and seems to be okay. The people he is with make comments on his declining health due to his age, but he seems to be doing okay thus far and I believe even has a concert to go to in another country.

In an additional dream, I am in a kitchen. I think it is our present kitchen, although I sense the orientation is exactly perpendicular to how it really is. This has extreme vividness and clarity for the most part other than not fully grasping a prop to my right at first. I am not certain if it is a cylindrical pencil holder or if it is holding asparagus stalks. It is probably the latter as I cannot see a reason for having a pencil holder that close to the sink. While thinking on that, I move to wash a muffin tray with twelve wells. This is the second time in two consecutive nights that I have focused on the possibly important meaning of an array (the other was eighteen “wells” or facets).

The muffin tin ends up exactly covering the bottom of the sink in a fairly snug and even fashion, though I am able to retrieve it by gripping with fingers in two wells (something similar had happened in real life years ago). I soon notice that the perfectly round and reflective drain is really large (it actually changes size, it seems, getting bigger a few times), up to almost eighty percent of the sink’s bottom in area. It seems to imply bottomlessness or at least a very distant point down into what is somewhat like a “light at the end of the tunnel” kind of presentation. There is a golden glow from way down below. A silvery light also encircles the implied route down in various swirling events. It is actually so large that there is a thought that I could go headfirst into it (yet not in a threatening or dangerous way), but do not, and there is no stronger vertigo, just a sense that I am very close to the portal between “here” and the space of “all light”. Although “down the drain” has a negative connotation, this is actually quite the opposite in what is sensed and felt about the potential portal into universality. It vaguely reminds me of a previous dream where vivid whale-song was emerging from the drain as the water in the sink was moving in a spiral somewhat - with a very blissful awareness.

1sy off i was in a store with hayllez i think.. we were browsing and i broke this green balloon. i trie to act liike i didnt break it but the store keeper caught me and he was all upset.

then ssomething weird happened. the store turned into this ware house of sorts and some evil team showed up and started taking over the bodies of all the employees. they tried to take over my body but i jumped out a window. then i started running around the city like a crazy person...i was naked and dodging through traffic, people kept playing TAKE a walk by passsion pit which i enjoyed.

finally i made eit to this abandoned hotel in San Fran where this cop and a few kids were hanging out in a jacoozie. i began explaining the story to everyone

Two Nights Ago

I have been put in prison. The prison is really strange, each inmate gets a very small cell about four feet wide by four feet deep by eight feet tall. They are chained to the floor and the bars of the cell... well there are no bars its more like a wire weave from a chain link fence.
I arrive at the prison late in the day. Some of the other prisoners are giving me dirty looks. I simply decide that maybe I can just lay down on the floor of my cell and lucid dream. I lay down and begin thinking my MILD mantra to myself. After a minute or two, I notice that I am having difficulty falling asleep. I begin to think about why I am in prison and I cannot recall.[/COLOR] Wait a second, I am already dreaming!
False awakening. Into my own room, and it's time to go to school. I get up and change out of my pajamas and into school clothes. I then notice that I am late for school. Wait... I am never late for school! I am still dreaming!
And I wake up.

Last Night

I am trying on different pairs of sunglasses. They are all very ugly.

Somebody's house burned down while they were cooking broccoli for dinner. I think it was a family of four. After the fire was put out the fire department took them to the fire station. The family complained that they were hungry and the fire department got some pop-tarts out of their locker. The mom (who was some kind of dietician) demanded that the fireman who was serving them bring them broccoli. So he went to the grocery store and bought a vegetable tray for the family.

Superhero Prison Break (Groggy Lucid)

I am outside a prison or industrial compound location. It is nighttime and snowing heavily. There is a large chain-link fence around the perimeter of the compound with light posts every 10 meters or so. Beyond the fence it goes to woodland.
I am hiding in the woods. Superman, Batman and Wonder woman are with me, and for some reason, we are preparing to break into the prison to rescue someone. Also, something about this situation seems familiar, like I might have had a dream about this setup before. And I feel like last time the heroes betrayed me and tried to use a sedative on me and then lock me in the prison.
Just at that moment, Superman tries to grab me from behind. I flip him over me and slam him into the ground. (Guess I have superpowers too.) Batman throws batarangs at me and I blast them out of the air with little fireballs.
Wonderwoman traps me with her lasso. Superman comes in front of me holding the sedation needle in front of my face.
Then for just this moment, I become lucid. And boy did I think quick and clever...
FUS RO DAH!
Superman goes flying back into one of the light posts on the perimeter of the prison. When he hits it, it bends and partially tips over. The lights flash out on that post. Also, he loses the sedation needle in the snow.
Batman compliments me on my quick thinking and states that he has changed his mind. He wants me to be a part of this team.
I hear alarms in the prison. Guards start rushing out to get us and me and the other superheores set aside the fight and retreat.

All I remember from my last dream is spiders coming out of my face. I have no recall of dreams sinnce then. that was weeks ago.

I was in a school/ lab and my goal was to get past security to see the tigers in captivity. It was like a mission or something and I remember holding onto a tiger hide and sitting on a white box waiting for the security officers to leave. I tried to go into the door when it thought they left but they came back and stopped me. I walked through the mall and a man asked me about the tiger fur, cause I think he wanted to buy it. I said no "I am saving the tigers!" And I walked into a room where there was a party. I had a towel wrapped around my waste and it kept coming undone and I felt very uncomfortable. A girl came up to me and kissed me on the mouth and I didn't even know her but she acted like she knew me. I was even more confused now.

The night started off with me having trouble sleeping, but then eventually I woke up at about 1AM after about an hour. I remembered having a dream, and went over the details before I fell back to sleep, but the next time I woke up I had forgotten it.

The next time I had woke up was around 4AM when my alarm went off. I remembered having a dream again, and could recall some of the details but by the time I woke up next, I had again forgotten it. I tried to WILD and had a lot of trouble staying focused on it, and eventually after trying I ended up being more awake than I should be so I just tried to fall back asleep.

I had one last dream for the night, but I can't quite recall what it was about. I know I was with a group of friends, but I don't know what we were doing. I do remember that towards the end of it I was hosting a party in what seemed to be a tree-house, but not a small one, this had a pool and a bar and the trees seemed to be ones from a jungle. I was looking at the dream from a 3rd person point of view. I was seeing everything this pale white girl was seeing, but I was also seeing her from the front and the backside.

I remember she was wearing a grey dress, with a black belt and had grey flip-flops on. Her hair was brown and she was wearing a large medallion that looked like a dream-catcher. I remember her walking around the party for a while. Towards the end I remember a group of 4 males showed up to the party and she brought them into an enclosed house-thing in the back of the whole area, and then closed the doors.

They asked something along the lines of, "How do we do this with one girl," and then she lead them around a corner to a group of 3 other girls sitting on a hot-tub in bikinis, the looked over and then I woke up.

1. [Non-Lucid]
I'm in a shop of some sort then i hear the ringtone my PC has, my PC is in the shop so I go ever to answer it but I was too late, my Mum and cousin Matt are against the back wall facing each-other and using their mobiles, I go over and say "Becky just called" in which they replied "well duh" or something.

Possible dream signs:
Mum, Matt, Becky, PC, Ringtone

In this dream I was preparing some letters written for my son by his grandmothers and laying the letters and some presents out for my son in his classroom for some kind of a show and tell.

To my horror I noticed that one of his grandmothers had used an inappropriate word in the letter. I contemplated what to do: should I leave the letter here or take it. I looked back at the letter after having looked away, and the inappropriate word had changed into something benign. Instead of realizing that this was a reality check and that I was dreaming, I was relieved that the letter did not say anything inappropriate after all, and I figured I must have misread it before.

I was a bit disturbed that all the presents were pillows and nothing more exciting, but I figured I could not fix what his grandmas chose to give him.

Morning of March 4, 2014. Tuesday.



These are notes on more vivid, but rather abstract dream occurrences.

I am in an unknown almost entirely dark area and am not sure what is going on, though I am relaxed. I become aware of two three by three unit squares, supposedly on the “ground” or somehow elevated in an undefined space, a total of nine unit squares in each . However, they are actually together as a three by six square unit rectangle. I am aware of a female presence, not “full”, that is, an aspect of a female that is floating or moving over the area, not in body. For a moment, I am vaguely reminded of hopscotch, although the simple rectangular design of three by six squares is not like any hopscotch court I have seen. I focus on the idea of the number of squares, which is strangely difficult, because I incorrectly work out six times three as nineteen at first. I then realize that this is the first full stage of human life and it represents age eighteen in its simple construct. That is probably not the real meaning (assuming there even is any), but that is the meaning I seem to “logically” give it. Otherwise, it is just a six by three grid in a random, unknown space. Perhaps from birth and through life, there is a particular “hopscotch-like” path.

I am aware of a (I think) different female presence than before, which is seemingly “more” my wife at a different “stage”, perhaps. I am fairly certain that she is near me. I hear her speak a seemingly important request, “Calm me in 3520”. This seems to indicate a year in the distant future (although vaguely, I consider the time 3:52). Coming out of sleep into half-sleep without much hypnopompia, I ask her to repeat what she said (although the voice came from the dream - I do not think my wife had actually said anything). My wife is half-asleep in reality but awake enough to speak. I tell her that 3520 is too far ahead to expect to be alive in that year - and that there may not be any people then. She probably has no idea what I am talking about. She does speak aloud though, telling me that it is the year 1920. I tell her she is wrong and that we were not even born or even around then and she seems puzzled. Perhaps it is actually 2035 that relates to the request. I would be seventy-five then.

I fall back into a state where I then seem to be on a version of Deep Space Nine. I am wearing a large amount of (mostly silvery) jewelry everywhere, including a crown. Even though it seems a ridiculous amount of wealth and status, I feel very light in weight, as well as cheerful. Another person (male, I think) is near me. I appear to be fully human but as some sort of implied high royalty who is visiting the space station. We seem to be going through a narrow security checkpoint. Odo is the only character I recognize on the sidelines. No one speaks or complains about an apparent delay. I am the only one allowed to move freely through the area, past the checkpoint, uncertain as to why (even though the other character with me may be my assistant - am not sure). For a time, I then watch myself walking about as a “bejeweled” being. The whole environment is silvery (reflections from my jewels). No drama ensues.

I was at a AAA location I think, and I came to their desk and the guy said that they had a long waiting list. I said I had to either get my wheels aligned or get a hole in a tire patched and that I was not sure which. I asked where else I could do that, and he gave me directions to somewhere else.

***

I was driving somewhere with my mother. We stopped near some tall buildings to figure out where to go from there. The path seemed fairly straightforward.

***

My mother and I arrived at our home. My mother found some presents that she had given my husband and me the last time she was in town, and they were not unwrapped yet. They were loose tea leaves and some dress shirts.

Morning of March 4, 2014. Tuesday.



These are two dreams in the same entry. The first one involves an ability to transform into another person in appearance only. I am not sure exactly how it is done. I do not hold any of that person’s memory or abilities, I do not think, only the body appearance itself, it seems. It seems only vaguely related to a previous dream about relatives “inhabiting” the body of someone who has died during a sort of celebration or acknowledgement/wake period.

In the first part of my dream, I am near a storefront facing a large parking lot. For some reason, I “become” Naveen Andrews (though do not know the name in my dream at all). I am dressed in a black suit and am talking with a few female fans. Most of them are Hindi, one even with a large pot/vase of water on their head. I walk into a building later on and a man asks for my autograph. He hands me some paper and a pen, and then I realize that I have no idea what my celebrity name is. Instead of outright embarrassment and declining to sign “my” name, I write an autograph anyway. It is mostly a scribble of “m”, “n”, and “i” in a redundant series, with no discernible name, but the man seems happy upon attaining it and about our meeting.

I find someone I know as my true self (without changing into myself, though) and ask to borrow a pad that displays all the information on the television show “Lost”. I certainly now want to know the name of the celebrity I am supposed to be, so I know what name to sign when someone else asks for an autograph or when someone might ask if I am a certain person and I would know whether or not to say “yes”. The pad is complex technology with additional three-dimensional pockets and devices on the surface of which is all a viewing field with touchscreen options. The cast is listed in two expandable columns with small passport-like photos on the left of each entry. The first two are Terry O'Quinn, upper left, and Evangeline Lilly, upper right, with Naveen next left. However, instead of Naveen Andrews being listed correctly in the cast, I see that his name is Ruyard Nuttiger. (This name is not remotely familiar or meaningful in anyway - although it could be some sort of association with Rudyard Kipling and “new tiger” and associating Naveen with India.) From there, after learning who I am supposed to be pretending to be, I continue my walk in the public area. One area (originally thought to be some sort of mall) seems like the northern side of my middle school, which I do not recall dreaming of (at least with more correct locational appearances) in quite some time. No drama ensues and I walk eastward.

In another dream, which I would not call a nightmare (the emotions are not that strong or relating to fear), I am back at the King Street boarding house. This dream seems to have a slight association with the last dream of this location in relating to “bugs”/“worms” (virus association, most likely). There is a type of creature that goes through several stages. It is some sort of “termite” (only in a very loose sense of the word as a whole). I am on the Tenth Street side of the intersection. The different stages are very different from each other (I am not sure if some of it is relative to shape-shifting as a sort of temporary camouflage or not). One stage looks a lot like a white sand dollar. A group of “sand dollar stage termites” goes quickly after two other people (male and female), but I think only to protect more vulnerable creatures within other stages (which may be in cocoons). The other people are not hurt as they kick them away. Another is a giant antlion larva (giant “doodlebug”) that comes out from near the steps and then seems as large as a horse on the east outer wall of the house. It does not seem that threatening (but does appear to be in a defensive stance), but is still a sight that fills me with awe. Assuming they only eat houses and trees, I still do not want to be near these “monsters”, including the smaller ones.

There is even one stage where they look like actual termites. Who would have thought? I walk south to leave the area.

3/3/14 Monday

Last night, bed around 11pm - 5:45am

DR:
I'm at work. Carrying ballons. Some staff is sitting in a circle and somebody is bitching about something. I stand up and tell him to stop whining and bitching, and if he can't do it, he should just STFU and I'll do it. Everybody clapps.

DR:
I'm in a large highrise apartment building. Visiting my apartment manager. We are all suppose to go visit someone. Managers husband tells me, that their daughter is going to be walking through my room, so I may wanna hide my valuables. I'm like, I don't care just about my valuables, I don't want nobody to go through my shit.

They are waiting for me outside in a car, while I get dressed and get ready. As I'm leaving, I see this daughter peeking through the window by the entry door into the apartment. I'm like, shit, I really don't wanna go and leave my room unattended. So I walk outside, they are in a red car. They open a door from inside as they see me coming. I tell them I can't go and I return back upstairs.

I can't find the apartment. It's a new place and I never noticed how the door looks like, or the number of apartment. So I go to this gym in the building, which I know they own.

I walk inside and a girl behind the counter on the left is wearing a ninja mask. I'm thinking, nice, goes with the ninja gym theme. I see pictures of the owners on the wall and I'm telling the girl, that I know them and to help me find their apartment by telling me the number. Somebody else walks in and he is like wtf is she doing here.

Both dreams, but the second one more, were very vivid and detailed.

Thank you.

... So I haven't posted there for a while.
I don't feel like writing but I still want to post a dream, so here's one that I already wrote on my computer long ago.
This is a little out-dated, and it is the beginning of a serie(ish) of lucid dreams that I got after it so when I look back I feel a little foolish.

Also, this is a DEILD from another interesting lucid in the same place.
After it, I DEILDed again - the Titans had taken over the world (or the general territory) and destroyed part of the city.


I DEILDed from a lucid dream in the same landscape.
I'm in that square piece of grass, surrounded by some greek-like "pillars" that are really just there for decoration.
I randomly try a cork out (flipping/twisting kick), remembering part of the right technique (foot placement). I fail twice, but make it the third time. *Would that be the same IRL?* (I can do it IRL now ). I try to recall some of the goals I had, and because I already procrastinated the "Epic Titan fight" in the dream before, I decide to go ahead and try that out.

"Titans !!", I scream.

I'm trying to look freaked out, just like I did in the "Zombi break out" dream. It takes a bit more time than I expected, but eventually a huge, baby-like giant (about as tall as a big tree - 3 to 4 floors) runs out of the forest, followed by others Titans of slightly different height.
I decide to wait until they get to the city, and when they do, I fly to one of them, use the AoT maneuvreur gear to swing past his neck, and cut right through the nape of it (the neck ).
I get back on the ground and, fearing that I might not be able to fly as easily as I'd like, try to use the gear again.
Doesn't work. Well, whatever, I'll just use the traditional way.
I put my hands in front of me and push in the air, and I use telekinesis to fight the monsters. It does not work at all at first, but then I take the "control disk" (really gotta find a name for it someday) and it does the work better. Still, my control isn't as huge as what I could get it, but the guy is so massive, it would require a lot of control to throw him away.
I keep on fighting for about 15 minutes (mostly flying and maneuvreuring through the Titans), until I realize that a guy that should be dead isn't.

"Yeah you have to cut me twice", he says.

Sure, I could have used two swords, but for some weird reason I freak out, and after realizing that there is more like him, I get the heck away to the square of grass, where I feel the dream fading away.