Me and my sister walk up to this houses doorstep I've never seen before, it's night out and kind of dark purple and orange in the sky. I smack the door instead of knocking or ringing the bell and instantly my cousin answers and lets us in. We go to the table and sit down. I realize it's a party and we're late and she gives me a bag of chocolates and I look to see what they are, a kiss filled with almond, a kiss filled with peanut butter, and a kiss filled with peppermint-bark, and eat the peanut butter one and instantly become nauseous. Then I get up to walk it off and when I return my cousin has my chocolates, and I become irate, but realize they made me sick so I grow to not care. Then I walk out the front door to get fresh air and I wake up.
Me and my sister are at the bottom of my grandparents driveway. This girl walks up to us and begins to whisper something into my sisters ear. I become paranoid because the look on my sisters faced turns fearful. Then the girl looks down and giggles and then run though the gate and I watch my sister chase her. I chase after my sister asking her what did the girl say, my sister seems to be angry now, and the end of the driveway goes to a dark river instead of the street, the girl runs on the water and makes a right, I see my sister get into a canoe and row hastily towards the girl, I tried to jump on the my sisters canoe but she went to fast and I fell into the water and it drug me away towards the girl and my sister, I see a yellow canoe by me in the water and I climb in and begin to row towards them yelling for them but I can't catch up, and now I see three of my cousins in canoes rowing beside me and all of us are trying to catch up to my sister and that girl.
I'm at my grandparents house, I want to leave right now but everyone else says they're going to leave the next day, so my grandpa says I can take his rv and head out now. I agree and get into the rv, I turn it on and its starts to roll backwards down the long ass driveway. The brakes don't work, but I think at least it's rolling backwards really slow, so i back it into the fence. Then this guy gets in and says lets start over and suddenly he's in the driver seat and drives the rv into the grass field next to the house and says he hopes there isn't shit in the grass, I think about the holes, but he speeds up to the top, and I see a perfect turn in but he doesn't take it and it irritates me, he keeps going and goes through the front yard gate, and then we go back down the drive way.
I'm walking into the house from being at my grandmas or something, like from a short vacation. When I walk in the house I see my dad walk in from the hallway. I instantly know he's been in my room. I become infuriated for my mom letting him in our house and he instantly tries to regain power of the house and us. I tell my mom to call the cops now I know he has no right but she acts like she's too afraid. So I go to my room and dig through stuff for some reason, then I hear him coming so I go to my door and shut it and lock it. He starts banging on the door, and brakes it in. Then he tries to make me back down, but I don't and tell him I'll steal everything right back. And I'll sell his shit as fast as he sells mine. He becomes enraged because he can't instill fear in me, so he pushed me on my bed and had this metal stick and stabbed it at my throat, i try to block it with my hands but it cuts my skin and he walks out of my room. I run out behind him and plea with my mom to step up again but she just stands there and smile, so I turn around and hear him digging in my room, then he walks out with some of my stuff and a stack of my money and he laughs at me telling me what he's going to do with it, but then I get up and grab the money and put it in my pocket and say the same things back.
1/21/14* hearing about a riot in (2nd city south of here) after a "(something) & Dreams" event. Hearing this news apparently takes me to the event. Controversy over some of the displays made. I then find myself in a classic dark ride going past these displays that participants apparently made. We are all hanging in air from long ropes as we go through the ride. One of the early displays was obviously controversial because it was an animatronic creature that looked like a stylistic hybrid of a penis and a vagina (the shaft had a vagina like opening part way up and the head was more pointed like a dutch hat with the flaps curved inwards, kind of a stylized directional arrow)...odd! (day residue? heard about siblings last night that each took the other's gender-as if their gender was confused at birth). Another animatronic display was a mythical-hero-looking, rocky-dark-gray-statue-guy kissing what looks like a male mythical-human-shaped creature. A girl in front is scared and grabs onto me and I hold her from behind. We are going past a long grayish curtain and something is just bound to pop out at any moment so I close my eyes a couple of times and I realize that this is a dream. We're still going by the long curtain for a while but then I start seeing black cobblestones or similar and wonder if the dream is fading but somehow I keep the same (though somewhat boring) scene going for what feels like another 20 to 30 seconds (using something very similar to the way I nudge on the vibrations) before I finally end up back in bed and needing to get up to go to the bathroom. This all happened 5 hours after going to bed and *before* my wbtb so it was more of a spontaneous dild that I tie to my self awareness work. 99
I'm looking at some kind of travel ad with a picture of a bridge and a quote calling it magical. A woman's complaining about the misuse of the quote - apparently it's a line from the end of a long poem about a more literal variety of magic, and the way the ad is using it is going completely against the spirit of the poem. She summarizes the poem, saying something along the lines of 'magic's one and only purpose: getting us outta here.' As I think about what that means, I become lucid. I'm floating above the bridge from the image in that ad, high over a river, surrounded by trees; I fly along the road, over the trees, flying higher until I can see that this is an island, and I fly out over the water. It's all very beautiful, but I'm still thinking about what that woman had said, and I associate it with a quote from Tolkien in defense of escapism. (The quote: Why should a man be scorned if, finding himself in prison, he tries to get out and go home?) Thinking about Tolkien, I think that while I'm lucid, I'll go find some elves. But suddenly I feel a desperate need to, as the woman said, get outta here - rather than flying peacefully over the water, now I'm thinking of the sky as a barrier I have to break through; I'm very worked up about it. I fail completely. When I stop trying to break through the sky, I find I'm now flying outside my IRL home. I land in a tree. My IRL neighbor's on the steps outside with some people I think of as her cousins, and she sees me. I feel embarrassed, a grown man climbing trees. The branch I'm sitting on breaks with a very loud crack, and although I don't fall very far at all, they run over to me. She scolds me for climbing trees when people are trying to sleep. We go inside. I'm still vaguely aware that I'm dreaming, but I'm thinking that I'll have to wait for these people to leave before I can do anything very interesting. I 'wake up' on a bus. I think about the lucid dream I just had, but am distracted when Danica Patrick starts making out with the woman sitting next to me. (And yet it doesn't occur to me that I might still be dreaming...) I'm in an office, talking to someone about the android I've been monitoring. The guy I'm talking to is the same model, and I'm asking him about some of the skills he was programmed with; I think there might be something wrong with the one I've been observing, she seems to have let some of her skills decay. He hints that maybe I've got an ulterior motive here, and he's right, but I insist I'm only concerned about my employer (their manufacturer)'s reputation. I'm thinking I'm going to have to download a training program so I can pose as a servant and infiltrate her owner's household. (Woke up. Had an unusually difficult time getting back to sleep, I was up for at least an hour.) There's two men sitting in front of a fireplace, a young man and an old one. The young man's saying, "Don't you want to help me?" There's a long pause. The young man isn't aware of it, but the person he's speaking to is his father-in-law; his wife, the old man's daughter, has recently passed away, and for some reason the old man thinks it's to his benefit to keep that connection secret. Now the old man says, "Your wife... Very sweet creature." (Woke up. Back to sleep without difficulty this time.) I'm on a train named after a greek goddess; I've just changed from a train called Autehna (which is meant to be Athena - my dreams have mixed up that name in a similar way before, again pronouncing it with a 't' instead of 'th'), and I'm thinking of the naming of the two trains as pleasantly symbolically appropriate. I'm writing in a journal. As I write, I see an image of what I'm writing about: a very powerful and morally dubious man offered me a position, and I turned him down, and I can't for the life of me figure out why. In the journal, I write that I must have learned in another life to refuse to get tangled up with the wicked and powerful. Continuing as the same character from the train, I find my wife and children asleep around/under the Christmas tree. Still the same character, I'm standing on a dock next to a rowboat full of men in red uniforms, casting off. I'm in the same uniform, as is the man beside me, but the two of us aren't going back to the ship with the rest. I'm thinking about that position I'd turned down, and the possible ill will resulting from that refusal, and I start to feel suspicious about the guy next to me. When I look at him, he takes off running down the dock, reaching for a rope. I reach for the weapon I've concealed in my false leg, and as I remove it I hear someone say "mon dieu!" I'm thinking about the various bits and pieces of myself that I've left behind. (Woke up, once again couldn't get back to sleep and eventually gave up on it, even though I'd gotten only about 5 hours of sleep. Unusual.)
Updated 01-22-2014 at 03:04 AM by 64691
Morning of January 21, 2014. Tuesday. I think I am in the same apartment as the manticore dream, but the layout is different and seemingly a bit bigger. Burl Ives is a chubby version of Sigmund Freud. Whatever next? Well, I guess this is my “celebrity year” after all. Somehow, though, he is also a Russian man named Ion Nocalov. None of this makes any sense, of course, but why should it? In my mind, I can easily see Sigmund Freud and Burl Ives as the “same person” for several reasons. Both are sort of a “doubting Thomas”. In the case of Burl Ives, he denied Magnus - but came to know the truth. In the case of Sigmund Freud, I can say with a good degree of certainty that I do not agree with a single thing he has ever written on anything. And as for Ion Nocalov…well…I do not know who that is. He seems to be getting ready to leave and has a cigar stuck in his face and is putting on a shabby burlap-bag-like coat over his pristine white suit. He pauses, looks at his waistcoat watch, and writes some notes on a yellow pad on his desk. I get the impression it is my desk and my apartment, and he seems to be imposing in astounding ways, but I do not say a word. For a moment, I hear ocean waves, so we may not be on Third Street in La Crosse, even though I am almost certain. A fire nymph runs around the room. I am astounded. Burl does not notice. I point. He looks. She is gone - how annoying. After a time, I notice that there is a Scrabble tile holder on the desk, with Scrabble letters that spell out “Sigmund Fraud”. I am amused that Ion/Sigmund/Burl has not noticed this blatant error. I put my hand into the fire upon the next appearance via the “abdomen”. It does not burn. Burl aka Ion is talking on the phone. He keeps saying “what?" I thought he had been responding to me as I am speaking but this is not the case. For a moment, I think he catches a glimpse of the girl of fire from the corner of his eye. "I’m calling the fire department,” he says loudly. I can hear the old-style rotary noises as if he is dialing about twenty numbers or more - which is quite ridiculous, as emergency numbers are of less digits, not a lot more. The fire nymph grabs a TV remote and turns on a very large television. Assuming it is the La Crosse apartment, it is the southern wall. “My name is Mok, thanks a lot” sings an animated “Lou Reed” (I recall a precognitive dream of his death on October 27, 2013). I have not thought of this “song” at all in at least twenty years or more? IMDb reports it is from “Rock & Rule” from 1983. The IMDb plot summary (errors corrected) is “Angel, a member of a punk rock band in the apocalyptic future, is kidnapped by Mok, a legendary super-rocker. Obsessed with a dark experiment, Mok plans to use Angel’s voice to summon a demon from another dimension. The rest of the band follows Mok to Nuke York in an attempt to get her back.” (“Nuke York”? Oh brother.) I can honestly say that I saw this at least once over twenty years ago but have not thought about it at all since I saw it. In fact, I think I forgot all about it for the most part (except for that annoying “song”) an hour after I saw it. “What’s this sh–?” asks Burl aka Sigmund aka Ion. “I don’t know,” I say with my jaw hanging open. “Mok doesn’t even rhyme with lot.” “Well, that’s really stupid,” he replies, talking through his cigar, and turns off the television. Suddenly, the west wall (an internal division) explodes outward and the fire girl is on a black horse, sort of swaying as if listening to a slower song, with the horse breathing misty tendrils. “F–k me!” says Burl. He sounds almost like plaster “speaking”…or what plaster would sound like if it could talk. There is a roaring and a “quivering” in the environment that is not quite right, like being inside of a can someone is shaking. “Dragon! Dragon!” he yells, leaving the room. “It’s not a dragon, it’s a horse,” I say calmly, but he is gone. I decide to risk it and walk into the imagery. It is almost like feeling my way around in a dark room as I am not oriented to the environment “correctly” somehow - more like the top part of my body and the lower part of my body are in two different frames of reference. I find myself on the horse behind the nymph. We fly over pools of beautiful glowing lava and “lava falls”, forest fires, arctic regions, blizzards, the ocean, both stormy and calm, including the rolling waves at El Jobean, and lakes glowing orange from reflected sunlight as the sun is setting. It goes on and on. It reminds me vaguely of other dreams where there is a clear physical awareness, yet at the same time, the world is moving when the body is mostly in one point in space. I am back at North Monroe street as a boy (Florida). It seems very odd to move about, taking longer to get somewhere with shorter legs. I look over the small stack of comic books on the tank in the bathroom. There was “The Cowsills”, the “Hot Stuff” one where he is shooting at a three-headed ogre (apple on each head?) with his trident, a Walt Disney one with Magica De Spell and something about hiding inside a brick fence or wall, I think, and a Bugs Bunny one with Daffy Duck. My older brother Jim (deceased) is smiling and sitting on the couch along the south wall in the living room when I tell him of the great Russian psychologist, Ion Nocalov, who thought that all horses were dragons. Then the dream changes a little as he tries to copy the name I say, acting as if it is a clever invention. “Vola Con Noi! We can fly!” Added note: If it was not for this quite vivid dream, I would have surely lived the rest of my life without ever thinking of “Rock & Rule” again. Funny how things can be “hidden” like that, yet remembered to some extent with “cues”. This is actually one of the only movies presently that I had “forgotten” so much of this way in my lifetime. I wonder what that says about the movie. The mashed up image is with other fairly recent entries, was going to use it in an additional notes entry, but will include it with this one. Important additional note: One of the most absurd things I have ever read regarding Freud was how a particular person apparently did not have a “wish fulfillment” dream (according to that dreamer’s view) and this was determined by Freud to be a “wish fulfillment” dream anyway, because it was the “wish” of the dreamer to prove that not all dreams were wish fulfillment relative to Freud’s theory. This was so pathetic and absurd that it instantly (in my mind) demoted Sigmund Freud to the level of a cartoon character. It is probably one of the most absurd things I have read on dreams.
Updated 06-20-2015 at 08:09 PM by 1390
I entered a room with I think three friends of mine, but I did not recognise them after the dream. The room didn't really look that much like a room, but more like a prison cell. The floor was mossy / dirty and it just looked really shitty. I walked around a bit and mentioned that there was no way I'd be able to sleep normally in here. There were no windows of any description and there wasn't a shower either. All we had was a little basin to bathe in but that was full of moss and stuff as well.
Ok. I'm going back to the pyramid tonight. Going to visit it at night with a full moon lighting the way. If anyone else wants to go, ill be the black crazy horse. Lol
Non-lucid -partridge in dream -partridge on newspaper -never saw a partridge -talked about seeing only frogs and other animals and yea.
So I have only been journaling my lucids on here. It was pretty tedious doing journal and electronic for every dream. This one may have been supp induced but it wasn't intentional. Bed: 1000 pm. Supps: 500 mg valerian, 100 mg 5htp, 3mg melatonin, multivitamin. I was up working and needed to get to sleep but didn't feel tired at all. So I took these hoping for some great sleep. I had never tried this combo before either. I woke around 130 or so and went back to sleep while I was thinking about different dreams where I saw my hands and became lucid. More pictured it than anything. I was walking through a neighborhood with some huge houses. I was admiring one house in particular which had some huge stones and looked very rustic, not really like a castle more like stone henge but a house. It was pretty amazing. There were a few other houses but this is the one that caught my eye the most. I saw a kid walking up the street and I asked him if it was his house, he said yes. he ended up going to a different house and I thought it was funny he thought i was taking about that one. I also thought that he would be impressed with the house I was going to. I wound up on another street and realized that this isn't where the house I was going to was, I thought my environment was weird and I did a RC, hand wavy fingers and think I had 6 fingers. LUCID: I looked at the ground for something to stabalize on and saw a leaf. I picked it up and had some clothing kinda blocking my vision. I had a coat or hoodie or something on and struggled a bit and got it off. I looked at the leaf and started to really look at it. It was a small green brown leaf with 5 or so points on it. It was getting dark out and I tried to will it lighter and think it lightened a bit. I focused more looking for imprefections on the leaf and found a black spot on it. Feeling steady enough I put it down. It was dark out now and I decided I would go back to the cool house I saw and look around it. I passed an outdoor eating/siting area and kinda patted a lady who was with another lady on the chest (because I could). I got the the area with the houses but it was now houses with sheets/white walls that you could see shadows through. The first one I approached had two shadows of a male and female. I continued on and found one with a female in it. She was getting un-dressed and layed on the couch to take care of herself. I approached the curtain and peered over and said "hey" which freaked her out and she hid. I went around since it was just like a room divider and she was hiding under the couch. She was dressed in black leather type pants and the dream ended here. I didn't do what I had planned so it was a kind of a waste of a dream. Should have stabalized more and longer. At least it was a lucid.
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening Before falling asleep, I invoked the dakinis that watch over our sleep and dream, asking for awareness and protection against the darkness we can encounter in the dream world. Later I woke up and I saw a tiny dot of light, of the kind that I so often see during the nights, above my forehead, gently dancing like a firefly. It disappeared soon after - they never last more a few seconds visible - but the feeling of seeing them is just indescribable. Then I fell asleep and started dreaming that I was laying in a dream version of my bed. The dakini also materialized in the dream. She looked like a moth butterfly with a humanoid body, but she wasn't pretty, was a bit more monstrous like. Anyway, she flew around my dream bed and fought away two dark clouds of energy that entered the space. Then disappeared, dragging away that darkness. The dream continued - I don't recall a chunk of it - but then I was on a car with Riverstone down a winding road. The car starts speeding and he loses control of it. He panicks, but I take over the control of the car and tell him not to worry, because we're just dreaming. He is surprised. I insist so, but he only believes after seeing me landing the car safely after it flies out of the road and over a cliff. I keep aware as the dream proceeds and then I am in a situation where I meet two ladies who are also freaking out with something and once again I remind them we're just dreaming. They never heard of such thing as being aware in dreams and want proof and explanations. So I provide a short intro on lucid dreaming to them and tell them I am considering making workshops on the topic and give them the names of a couple magazines and websites where I might announce the coming workshops, so that they come and meet me in person. Now... I don't know why the hell I committed to organize such workshops to two DC's [potential other dreamers] but should I keep my promise or ignore it?
Updated 01-21-2014 at 04:18 PM by 34880
Today i dreamt i was going to the cinema, i was on the cinema reception there was a square glass separating me from viewing the person attending me. i could see her face though, when i got there i said "good afternoon, i want a ticket for gran turismo movie and a pack of popcorn please" I was happy because i was doing that by myself (i'm kinda shy so...) the lady said "There isn't any ticket for that movie" and i said "I want a ticket for gran turismo movie please" she said "there isn't any ticket for that movie" I looked up, to the movies board, i saw 2 same movies in different boards, they had a white cover and some scribbles on it. i choosed that one, when i entered the cinema room, everything was dark, i just could see the TV light, and i thought to myself. "Since she didn't asked me for a seat, i can sit wherever i want" so i was going to be back there, i pulled down the chair but then i changed my mind and decided to go further front, i could see the movie better. i sitted and i saw there was a different movie than i excepted, it was giving lacos de sangue (portuguese soap opera). i found it weird but i kept seeing it. then i found out my geography teacher was sitted next to me. Dream elements: -cinema room -geography teacher Technique used: MILD hours slept: 8 hours
This is going to be short because I forgot to write it down AGAIN!! ugh I am very disappointed with my self. I was a police officer with others who had authority and we had to work together to complete a task. But my dad was drunk so he couldn't do it properly and it was very frustrating. Two famous basketball players( I don't even like or watch basketball so I don't know who they could be) were raising money for charity. There were dogs and I ended up playing with the dogs with them.
Today i dreamt i was having a lunch with my dad and with beatriz silva. I was so happy to spend my time with her, i had finish lunch, and my dad told me yelling "Eat these meat!" i was kinda ashamed due to his bad behavior before beatriz, i did what he told me, to not cause any more trouble or yelling. Beatriz got up and my dad Yelled with her "Don't leave anything on the plate" she sitted down as well. *Scenario changed* This time the scenario was in the car, beatriz was driving, my brother was on the right seat, my mom was on the left seat behind, and i was behind my brother, i was lying on the car's "Sofa" but i was shrunken, i said "I will kill you" in japanese "shine obokurus" (i know it isn't) but that was what i said, or something among this words. and beatriz started laughing out loud. i was happy to make her laugh. Dream elements: -beatriz silva -dad -mom -brother -laying in car Technique used: MILD hours slept: 8 hours
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