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Date: August 24, 2013
Method: MILD & WBTB (hoping for a DILD or WILD)
Total Hours of Sleep: ??? (Constantly waking up!)

Dream

I was at a workshop for something about Healthcare and Marketing. The owner had a student who was taken for granted regarding another company and all his money was stolen (so he didn't have much money to participate in the workshop). The person had asked me for help in retrieving his money, so I agreed to help him. The business had closed down and was right across the street from the workshop, so I went over and took a look around. The business reminded me of an old prison. To make a long boring NL dream short, I eventually got in trouble from the workshop owner because I wasn't interested in Healthcare or Marketing anymore.

Fragment

Something about badges, but I think this was somehow related to the first dream.

August 24 2013 - I remember that there were people who had somehow merged with technology and normal people hated them and tried to kill them, but I was their friend(?). I also remember a large open field with yard sales, where I saw airsoft guns, an I also saw a hot dog stand somewhere.

I had just gotten a new wallet. It was black and white on the outside, but the inside was lined with this silvery fabric that had glitter and holographic rainbow colors all over it. When you opened it up, it unfolded into a big suitcase that could hold notebooks and pencils and such, it was like the TARDIS of wallets. I knew I had classes soon, but I really wanted to get my wallet ready so I could bring it with me, so I sat down and started putting all my schoolbooks and pens and such in it, I remember having some pens with glitter all over them and putting them in because they matched so well. Eventually, I glanced over at the clock and saw I was late for class, so I rushed to school and entered the room with my sparkly new wallet. The classroom was huge, it looked like a plane hangar and had desks set up in rows like normal, however there were hundreds of desks. It was a huge class. The teacher was talking about some kind of math, and I wasn't paying attention because I was organizing my wallet. Then I got my old wallet out and started putting that stuff in my new one as well. The guy next to me whispered and said that somebody was trying to steal my old wallet, so I looked over and sure enough there was another guy reaching for it. I pulled it away and gave him an evil glare. Then the teacher announced we were going on a field trip, but didn't say where, so we all piled onto a big bus and started heading out of Huntsville and down through Arab. The bus didn't have windows, instead it had a long thin open space like those horse trailers have. After a few hours I started to get worried wondering why the trip was taking so long, but suddenly we drove down a dirt road and were at a renaissance festival. The driver said this isn't where we were supposed to be and that we were lost, but he didn't want to ask directions, so he drove around the festival. So we all sat in the bus and admired all the jewelry and things the vendors had for sale as we slowly drove past them. I remember thinking the vendors shouldn't have their booths so close to the dirt road because it would be easy for me to reach out and grab their wares as we drove by. Soon the bus got stuck in the mud and we had to get out, and I was all excited because I loved renaissance festivals. All the other students followed me around because I was the only one who'd ever been to one, so I started showing them around. We walked past vendors and I pointed to the parking lot on the right side, and I pointed to a huge open field on my left side where a bunch of ladies dressed up in renaissance costumes were running around a Maypole doing the ribbon dance.

(Note: I don't know if this was a separate dream or the same one since it takes place at the same renaissance festival, but it feels like it was separate somehow so I'm starting a new paragraph here.)
I was walking around the festival and the ground was getting kind of muddy because it had started to rain. Then a woman who looked like the goddess Cosmos walked past me and around the corner, and I knew she was actually the real Cosmos so I ran after her. However I didn't see her around the corner. Suddenly I heard people screaming so I looked up and saw these demonic monsters flying around and swooping down to kill people, however some of the demons were grabbing people and taking them away. I freaked out, as did everyone else, and started running towards the open field where the Maypole was, but then I fell so I pretended to be dead so they wouldn't take me. I remember feeling gross laying there on the muddy ground and I could feel bugs crawling around me, but I was too terrified to move. I lay there for a while and eventually the demons had taken everyone and had begun going around to the dead bodies and eating them. I knew this was it for me, so I thought of a really bad plan. I decided to get up and go convince the demon leader I was on her side. So I channeled an evil psychopath to help influence me to say the right things, in this case the psychopath was my friend Karr, so the demon leader would think I was sufficiently evil. I went before her, I think her name was Morgana or something with an M, and spoke to her. One of her henchmen, an incubus whose name I don't remember, took a liking to me and vouched for me, and then he bit my lip and licked the blood as some kind of weird blood pact. Morgana sent me back into the festival field to gather up any leftover humans and bring them back to her, where she put them in one of two dungeons that were attached to the fake wooden festival castles. I knew the demons would eat them, but I was being selfish and looking out for myself so I led all the stragglers to the prisons. I felt worse and worse for what I had done, so I decided to defy the demons and break the humans free, even if it meant I'd die. Then Cosmos appeared and we organized a prison break, she would lead out one prison and I would lead out the other. The next thing you know, Cosmos and I were running for the festival gates with about a hundred freed people following us. Morgana was furious, and started to flood the field. The field itself was in a sort of basin so we knew if we didn't get to the top of the basin where the parking lot was, we would all drown. We escaped the field just as it started to flood too high, but the incubus who vouched for me was throwing fireballs at us. Past the parking lot, I saw two trees and I knew if I reached those trees we would be safe for some reason. We got to the trees and ran between them, and then we stopped running. The trees were no longer trees, they were two white marble columns, and we were in this beautiful marble palace. Ahead of us, it was open to the outside, and overlooked a landscape of clouds that were beautiful oranges, pinks, and purples, like the sky at sunset, and there were other palaces and things in the distance. Everything was bathed in this nice soft sunlight, but it wasn't harsh and sunny like a bright day, it was just right. I knew it was heaven. Cosmos was gone and there were only about ten people behind me now, but that seemed normal. I was different now, I was hovering a few feet off the ground and wearing a long white robe, and I had white angel wings. The others looked the same as before though, and as I floated through the halls they followed behind me. One asked if I was an angel, and I smiled and nodded. This great awesome feeling of peaceful calm washed over me, as well as this joyous high, and I spun around as I floated along and sung songs. The song I sung was an Enya song, I think it was either Marble Halls or On My Way Home, or a mix of the two. I just remember being so happy and thinking I was home. Then we all stopped as Jesus Himself walked through the hall towards us to greet us. I was so ecstatic I could barely contain myself, and I flew right at Him and jumped in His arms for hugs, and He was happy to have me back as one of His angels again, and I was assured the other humans were also safe.

A flying DC is suspended by a rope.

Dream recall from today's naps. Must've had low awareness on that WILD...

Dream 1:

I am in my bed and i hear someone in the room and then someone throws covers me with pillows, i think that's 'attacker' DC again and i quickly get up, ready to claw him up, but don't see him. I see different DC moving to balcony though, i go here and on my way i suddenly for some reason have doubts that it's a dream, room is exact and for some reason i don't have dream feeling, i do RC and it fails as well, i continue to balcony and notice that there's same DC on the streets that is on balcony, and it's apparently my mom? Dream fades out shortly.

Dream 2(fragments):

I wake up, get distracted and then wake up again and there's some big military alarm button on the wall or somesuch.

Dream 3:

There's some story about some person that loses his daughter in some event, then years later(time skip), he finds some being that at first looked like a dog, but then started having head hair similar to his daughter and talking to him. Then i was suddenly somewhere near big dining table and that creature was here, morphing between different states, at one point it even transformed into food, i was thinking about doing RC but dream ended before i could.

Dream 4(fragments):

False awakening, getting distracted, then another false awakening, and something about weird calling old radio-like device that was used for selling some stuff.

Morning of August 24, 2013. Saturday.



One unusual and unlikely recurring setting in my dreams is a public park (often unfamiliar) that has small cemeteries (such as 4x5, 3x4, or 4x4 lots) near picnic and recreation areas, usually without fencing. Either the park is about half the size of a city block (within a slightly elevated area of four lower streets in an urban area) or a larger isolated park with the sections being sparser with a long road on one side (and sometimes an adjacent dense forest). Sometimes, the graves are very old (as far back as the 1700s).

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In this dream, I seem to have arrived by car (my brother-in-law Bob or perhaps a brother having driven me here). The park is very large, seemingly to the north of where I am. A mostly featureless area with a long road is to the south and the park is oriented east and west. The areas between the several 3x4 “mini-cemeteries” are larger than usual and there are a lot of recreational events, such as Frisbee-throwing, amateur softball, and picnicking. There is one area that is somewhat like a composite of the Onalaska Cemetery and the Bundaberg Cemetery.

I am thinking that it is getting later, near sunset, and I am wondering why so many people are still in the park and playing around, even having lunch. I start to run around and enjoy the more open spaces and I soon find myself floating and flying about.

I maintain an unusual floating position about four feet above the ground. I am facing downwards but my upper body is at a upright forty-five degree angle while my legs are somehow horizontal and my arms out behind me to the sides. I float about like this for several minutes, even going over gravesites with no fear or concern, with a sense of freedom and near-bliss. (I seem to remember seeing this flying position of a ghost in an older Harvey comic book.)

I land near a group of people but near the internal edge of an unfenced 3x4 “mini-cemetery” and the headstone of a grave. I put my right arm effortlessly down through the ground until I reach the implied coffin, expecting to find a skull. It seems like I am only a hologram and my arm is at a different location. This is a recurring concept in my dreams, where I am supposedly doing something physical in the environment yet I am projected from elsewhere, thus I cannot be hurt in such a rendering if someone wants to approach me in a violent manner.

Some people seem afraid or wary of me and my ability to push my arm into solid ground. Instead of a skull, my fingers move around in a partly gritty pile, about two feet down, of large thin seashell-like flakes which seem to be in a casket. (This possibly relates to when I used to walk through the cemetery on my way to the grocery store seeing large plastic bowl-like containers of seashells on many graves.)

Eventually, I pull a figure out of the ground. It is more like a life-sized human statue at first, the monument on the Jennie Haniver tomb that must have fallen and been partly buried, but the outer layers (or “crust”) break away from the statue’s face and it turns out to be a human female, likely Jennie Haniver herself, who had died on or around 1723, yet she is now smiling and happy (and is also my wife Zsuzsanna as there is the association that she was - in a symbolic sense - the “real” Jennie Haniver who was lost at sea at age 22, Zsuzsanna’s age when we first made contact, and we even named one of our daughters “Revinah” as a middle name, and in a few dreams the Blue Pearl is Jennie Haniver and even the movie shows bluish streaks of light as she sinks to the depths of the ocean).

One man who seems to be like a chauffeur from the 1930s starts yelling in horror. “Oh no, what is that, what is going on? Somebody please tell me what is going on!”

It turns out to be some sort of prank while filming the television show “Scare Tactics”. My wife Zsuzsanna had been wearing some sort of elaborate outfit covered with powder to look like a gravesite monument at first so that then the “statue” is implied to “come to life” to scare the target audience.

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Again, this was influenced by the Jennie Haniver plot (dream pun?) of which there have been a number of connections (regarding the 1978 movie “The Bermuda Depths”). For example, Zsuzsanna’s step father’s name is “Davy Jones” (as in “Davy Jones’ Locker” implied by the movie as to where Jennie Haniver lives). The first song I heard in public in Australia (before marrying Zsuzsanna) was sung by a chubby man who sounded like Wayne Newton. He was happily strutting along in public, his head moving about and grinning at me (even though most other people in the Brisbane Central area looked rather sad by comparison) and singing “It came from the bottom of the deep blue sea, it come from the bottom of the sea!”.

As the “statue” I pull up out of the ground turns out to be Zsuzsanna, there is similarity to my precognitive uprooted lamp dream. I have the ability in this dream to dig deeper for answers and with less resistance than other people seem to expect or accept (thus which may also symbolize precognition). On the basic level, it simply symbolizes my growing awareness of my wife Zsuzsanna waking up for the day. (This is the usual meaning of a statue coming to life in a dream. Reference: What does a statue coming to life in a dream mean? It means the conscious mind is becoming more active as a waking precursor. Most non-lucid dream symbols and metaphors, first and foremost, relate directly to sleeping, dreaming, and waking in real time.)

On second thoughts, I thought I'd post my proven end-of -dream data here rather than on the general forum I also log my diet...in case I discover a "miracle food" They are based on a midnight SST. Sometimes it takes me longer to go off (but as I collect more and more data the margin of error should get less)
All AM times

1.00 1.10 1.40 1.55

2.30

3.20 3.30 3.40

5.00 5.10

6.00 6.15 6.20 6.30 6.45

7,10 7.20 7.50

8.20 8.40

I've only recorded times where I had a remembered dream and not any times where I had post-REM traces or dreams that escaped (that would double the count ) I have a hunch that the later complete REM periods (start to finish) are as follows (+- 5 minutes)

6.00 to 6.45

7.10 to 7.50

8.20 to 9.00

The gap at 4.00 is caused by me setting my alarm for that time and getting up for half to one hour (usually having a small coffee) I might stop setting the alarm because I'm thinking maybe it doesn't really serve any useful purpose (I find daytime WILDs give stronger effects that night-time ones anyway)

I've read that older men have fewer...but longer...REM cycles. But, so far, I appear to have about six (and that's not even counting the period where I set my alarm) Obviously, as more data is collected, some of these gaps could close up into one cycle

Looking at one period 6.00 to 6.45 would there be multiple dreams within that cycle? Am I therefore missing hundreds of short dreams or perhaps only capturing a fraction of one long dream? Or, on any given day, is only part of a REM period filled with a dream and then the engine just idles for the rest of the period?

Loving it.....

I was with my mom and my caretaker. I started to run around crazily. I tried to look as insane as possible. I flung myself around. I stumbled in a zig zag way. While I was doing all that, they ran after me. I climbed up some stairs, and I was really tired after. They were really close to me at this point. I saw a line of flower pots on the ground, and threw one behind them only wanting to scare them. My mom grabbed me. I screamed at her to let me go, let me go to the roof. My intention was to jump off the building and they know. I screamed that she wants me dead anyway, since she don't care about me at all. (I then imagined that I got to the roof and locked the door. After blocking the door, I went to the edge of the roof. They got through the door, and I realized that polices are probably here too. I decided that if there's a net down there to catch me, I could just run to the other side to jump.)

Two fragments... first, I was driving. I was desperate to get somewhere, but I don't know where. I was going fast and I was scared.

Second, I was watching The Walking Dead and the baby was trying to bite Andrea. Judith, the baby, didn't have any teeth yet, but they were discussing killing her, since she would probably be dangerous later on.

I thought I'd capture 4 dreams last night but 2 wriggled away...the last one as I lay there, trying to recall every last detail but, instead, i drifted off again and Ed snatched the dream back and threw it into the recycle bin.

1.10 AM Fairly unfathomable this one. I'm with a woman...part of it I think involved the wife but I'm not sure that all of it did. I don't think there was any impropriety (but I can't swear to it) She made great play about leaving one room and going through a door into another (did the room have a roof on?) Looking across a sort of valley (probably no roof then...or maybe even an outer wall) I saw two couples (male/female) and one couple were stark naked...I got the impression that they were captives.

I don't recall anything further so maybe Ed was trying for a sex-comedy...minus the sex...and the comedy.

6.20 This one was clearer. It took place on a luxury "yacht" (similar to the one in the picture) The "captain" seemed very laid back as he stood with his colleagues (he may have been the owner) I noticed a price list and one rate said "diving" £97. I remarked that I presumed that this involved "frogman's equipment." (very war-time dialogue...just remember that I don't write it...damn you Ed))

He nodded very coolly (not a great talker...not even any waffle) There were a large number of DC's for this type of vessel (so Ed can afford that many extras but not a train yesterday?) They were heading downstairs to some sort of function.

I've just attempted a WILD (Fail) Although I was getting pretty good colour...always greeny-yellow bands of colour that drift downwards but never actually coalesce into one whole structure (not yet anyway) I'm getting quite a good picture now of the spread of my REM periods...which I'll post on the main forum, in case anyone has any observations re them

Fragment: Something about summer students as interns, their tasks, changing them. Needed to get permissions, and justify it.

WBTB Attempt failed - but remembered two dreams from the two last hours of sleep after WBTB attempt

Home Search Next Door to a School

We were home searching again (doing that a lot in dreams lately). Again the house we saw was supposedly one we had viewed in a prior house search (did not really look familiar though).

The house was next door to a school. The school had a playground. We asked the home's owner about the school. It was an elementary school. She claimed it was a public school but I was doubtful, so I asked something like "So if we live here, this is the school our kids would go to?" And she answered "You have to keep in mind that your kids will soon outgrow elementary school and not go here." My older son is now in second grade and my younger is not yet old enough to start school, but in the dream I agreed "Yes, they will soon outgrow it." How big is the school? Oh, only right classes, she said. I asked her whether I remembered correctly from the previous time we had seen the house that she had a kid too. She said she did not. I felt embarrassed that I did not remember that.

Just like in previous house searching dreams, I notice upon waking up that we did not look inside the house. The focus is on what is next to it.

Golf Carts and Lost Younger Son

My husband and I were in gold carts chasing some sort of fast train going fast in golf carts.

Suddenly I noticed: where are our kids? We had been with our kids before. I confronted my husband. It turned out he let our seven and four year olds drive their own cart, but it was a slower one, so that was ok. I insisted we backtrack and find them.

We find the cart and my seven year old is driving it and doing just fine, but my four year old is missing. I continue searching for him frantically on foot.

My step father and my mother pull up in a car and want to know if I want to get in. I decline. As he is closing the door, my stepfather drops a pair of sunglasses. He asks my help in picking up those glasses, and also all other pairs of glasses - there are a lot of glasses around the car on the ground. I start picking up glasses.

My mother reminds me that I should be looking for my son. And comments on, see how willing to help my husband is (sarcastically). I feel guilty that I let myself be distracted.

I keep searching, but we do not find my son before I wake up.

I'm in the kitchen. There are my relatives on a visit - my little cousin and aunt and Paul. Suddenly i realize that I'm dreaming. I see bowl with three potatoes in it. I try telekinessis on one potate. I focus my mind very hard but potato don't move at all. I go to the hall and there I met two dogs and a puppy. I play with it. Awekening.

NON-Lucid Green
Lucid Blue
I was dreaming that I was in a shop and I was trying to buy something for my girlfriend. I found a leather jacket I could smell that fresh leather smell and could also read the label with cleaning instructions and so on. I wanted to see where that was made because some of the labels were in English and some of them in Hungarian and Romanian. So I checked and it was indeed made in Romania but the website waswww.bailá.hu
I woke up but my eyes were still closed. So I decided to go back to the dream I focused on the leather smell and I was there. The seller, a woman, showed me the jacket again and she told me the price:80 euros which I found a little steep, taking into consideration that the jacket was small and it was a discount shop. I could also overhear 2 DCs (rather old ladies, elegantly dressed) near me talking to each other:
DC1: Look at this! 60 euros and they call this a discount.
DC2: It should be at least 5% cheaper before I buy it. ( They were looking at a white bag)
It was then when I decided to just take the jacket and not pay for it. I decided to fly away as quickly as I could but all I managed to do was hover 1-2 meters above the ground in a lotus position. The seller was puzzled and tried to grab the jacket and at the same time some kind of narrator's voice started talking from nowhere, informing me that :
"Stealing is punished with 3-5 years in jail and a robbery even more than that so you should ..."
I suddenly started to doubt it was a dream, I looked around: it was an ordinary small shop with clothes stacked neatly on shelves, some of them still in protective plastic bags, some of them on display...What if it's not a dream and I will go to jail for stealing this jacket!! Then I looked at me and saw that I was still floating in the air and I started smiling and I wished I could fly away from that shop and I started to slowly and awkwardly float away from the seller who was trying to convince me to either pay for the item or leave it there. I thought to myself: I want to fly faster! And poof! Two tiny, tiny bee wings appeared on the clothes on my back and started humming furiously and I could fly so fast I almost couldn't see any details of my surroundings. I was somewhat unsatisfied with this flying solution and I started didactically saying to me: You are in a dream, you can fly without wings, you can just wish it, why do you still cling to this surrogate?
The same narrator voice started again:
You are free to do anything you like in a dream, you are absolutely free so let your creativity...
I was really annoyed because it was the same voice that had told me earlier that I would be jailed for stealing so I yelled:
"Shut up!" ... and it did! "I am going to paint everything blue!" And with a broad brush I painted everything around me blue, just like in a cartoon.
I realized then that my left shoulder started to hurt a bit and I knew that this was my shoulder in RL that was hurting so after a short deliberation I decided to let the dream go. I felt regret but at the same time I was absolutely sure that I could come back to this dream state whenever I wanted.
I woke up and my left shoulder was hurting like I knew it would.
Side notes:
1. I could still read in the dream and apparently the DCs could discuss fractions so I should probably ditch the RCs that involve reading something.
2. My DEILDS have changed I am much more calm in them, and I seem to have resisted the temptation to just multiply the (insert point of interest here) and behave like a junkie. I was at some point tempted to make and take 1000000 jackets because I knew it would have been so satisfying but I didn't.
3. Even though I have always taken my LDs for granted there's still a lot of potential to improve their structure.
4. The dream was in English even though my native language is Romanian and now I live in Germany and speak the local language at work. I don't speak Hungarian.
5. The fresh leather smell was intoxicatingly pleasant.
6.

In my dream there is this guy I'm in love with. I'm at the hospital with him because he is very sick come to find out he has hiv. He's also a criminal on the run but i dont remember what he did. He thinks I will leave him but I wont. I stay by his side even though I know others will not be happy about this but I love him and dont want to leave him. In real life I know this guy. I have a crush on him but I dont want to like him because he is a flirt and I dont think I could take him serious in a relationship. Even though I know this I still like him and I try to fight these feelings. Is my dream telling me something?

Had much better recall of two of dreams, but ended up accidentally falling asleep while recalling...

Dream 1(fragments):

There was something about some tech/lab place.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was in some variations of some places i've been to IWL, such as certain park.

Dream 3(fragments):

There was something about islands and something dragon related.

Dream 4(fragments):

I was playing two platformer video games and there was location in the sky in one of them.

Dream 5:

I was playing minecraft with some LPer(Can't recall who) and we were playing some super hostile map(Which resembled none from actual ones). The starting location was on branch of one of trees in the area surrounded by cliffs, there was a chest and the ground level was filled with mobs. We have done some starting stuff and eventually made way to some underwater passage, which had obstacles in form of some kind of blocks of leaves that also were dealing damage on touch, beyond passage there were some additional supplies, and after picking them up we went back.
When we got back it was now completely different area, some kind of sunny flat grassland with river and blocks tiling up into some pixel pictures. We ended up talking about various stuff for a while and there was something about log blocks.