7-31-2012 My goal of controlling the theme of the dream was surprisingly easy. Getting into a feeling that I expect the dreams to come to be in has been so easy even that it is now hard not to do. This has given me a lot of control over the dream world even if I am nowhere near lucid. With new power there are new problems namely what controls the controller. I control the theme of the dream but those feelings I use to control the dreams sometimes come from the night’s influential dreams and not what I wanted. This has given me whole nights of dreams with all the same feel to them; this is actually kind of tiring and boring. I need to work on creating feelings independent of any influences upon me. Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 D1 Enchanted cottage I was wandering around an elementary school wondering why I was there and what I was supposed to do. Eventually I got fed up and found the exit. Just before the doors I stood looking around to see if there was anything I could do. I didn't see anything worth doing just kids walking around and administrators directing the kid’s traffic, so I decided to teleport (tp) somewhere. I thought it would be strange for people to see me tp so I walked outside to look for a secluded spot to tp in. Outside I saw an ornate manhole cover and thought that would be a good spot to tp on. Standing on it though opened up a passage to another dream world, an enchanted forest. Within arm's reach was a large heavy old dark wooden door with ornate patterns similar to the manhole cover but more so. Entering I saw it was like a cottage/club house with 2 young twenty-something women sitting on the floor. I went over to them and saw they were rolling dice and small bones and other things on the circular rug on the floor. I walked onto the rug with them and they were totally accepting of my presence there so I moved some of the clutter away to make room to sit down with them. Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 over most of dream Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 D2 Phone Call from Subconscious I'm wandering around another elementary school wondering why I'm there and what I'm supposed to be doing. I look for the exit a lot sooner this time. Outside I think about finding my car but I can't see all of them from the entrance so I fly up to get an overview. Looking down at all the similar looking cars I realise this task is futile and so is my flying here. Slowly I descend. Apparently the school is on beach land and the school is surounded by that pine shrubbery which I then descend into. I feel the hurts of lowwering into this scrub but the pain is not painful. I say "That's one of the perils of flying, landing" as I walk out of the scrub area. One of the librarian types I saw inside the school is standing there telling me she had something for me to do inside if I was up to it. I said I was and followed her back to the school but just before I got inside I heard a phone ringing. I stopped and checked my pocket and there was a phone unlike my real phone, I was surprised. Pulling it out I realized it was not mine at all but it was still ringing so I opened it. It had tiny instruction card adhered to it and those clear fake display stickers that are on new phones, it was brand new. Curious I said my "hello" into the phone in a unsure high-pitched voice. "Are you a kid?" I heard the unknown caller say and replied with my name but I heard nothing so I spoke again and louder. I did this a few more times till I was yelling into the phone hoping the person on the other side could hear me. By now I had walked behind the woman into the library and went over to her at a table where she was making something with construction papers of different colors.
I haven't updated my journal in a while. The following dream happened this morning on the 10th August. It was early in the day, and as it turns out, a French citizen who Patrick Geryl, a 2012 survivalist partnered up with, was going off to Israel. Friday morning. I'm browsing through the Barometer Bob show. It turns out that the host was ill the previous night, and so one viewer comments on the Stormchat group on Facebook, "I wasn't planning on this". Well, I'm back at my high school now. Apparently this was a school day in the middle of summer, and I'm talking to this girl about something I saw on twitter the other day. "Say, did you hear about that article?" "What article?" she says, apparently full of interest. "That one about the fact that apparently, psychiatrists will suspect that you're a psychopath if you don't have a Facebook account!" "Really? That's pretty funny!" Now, I don't know what it was about this particular conversation. Maybe it's the fact that I never talked to her much, or that she was originally planning on majoring in psychology, or even the school she's going to. But something about the talk makes me wonder whether she really liked me. Whatever it was, she looked awfully beautiful that morning. FOSSIL FOUND IN ORDOVICIAN ROCK Somewhere around this time there's a discovery made of a large vertebrate fossil near Udora, Ontario, about 30 km NE or ENE of a town called Newmarket. We find the specimen neatly preserved in igneous rock. This doesn't make any sense. Much of Southern Ontario was covered by seawater during the Ordovician, meaning that nearly all the rock would be limestone, not volcanic. And there weren't a lot of vertebrates to speak of. I'm compelled to write a fairly comprehensive Wikipedia article, and it turns out to be quite long as well. Back in Israel, I'm visiting a special agency website. As it turns out, it's offering a journalism job to "entrepreneurial Facebook users", whatever that meant. Somehow, I'm back at my high school again, attending a graduation convocation for band students in the music room who will be leaving for the year. Someone gives out between three and ten tips for future students, and they're quite worth paying attention to.
I'm in the world of Stephen King's Dark Tower series. Specifically, I'm in Calla Bryn Sturgis with Eddie and either Susannah or Jake, plus a townperson I can't remember. Someone (one of us? who?) is being taught how to "throw the dish." We're standing next to a porch of a wooden country house in a field of beautiful, wavy green grass. [I wake up from this scene and am convinced something is crawling on my leg. I leap out of bed and try to get it off. I have an idea that it's something from the Dark Tower world that will kill me if I let it bite me, which will only happen if I stay still, so I pace around my room for about 20 seconds until reality sets in.] --- I'm in the upstairs bathroom of the house in Bolton (pre-renovation). Heidi is with me, standing just outside in the hallway. In the bathtub there's a little dish set into the wall with a small white plastic octopus/squid? on it. I touch it and for some reason have the idea that its name is Loly. I turn to Heidi and say jokingly, "Run Loly Run." She looks blank. "You know, like Run Lola Run? The movie?" I find it strange that she doesn't know what I'm talking about. Then for some reason I start trying to describe what an underwater reenactment of Run Lola Run, starring the octopus instead of Franka Potente, would look like. I forget most of this explanation (it obviously is pretty nonsensical) but at one point there is a giant hand that reaches down from the sky and into the water. At some point during my explanation I realize I am not talking to Heidi, but to a little kid that I identify as Ronan, even though he's too old to actually be my brother.
Updated 08-19-2012 at 05:47 PM by 35578
Start out in the middle of target, (think I've had a dream about buying videogames at target before) and my dad and I just fill our cart with random obscure and formless items. Then I go over to the shoes section and put some American Eagle socks in the cart.
Obscure dream about an aircraft carrier type ship that covered about 3/4 of the atlantic ocean. I think it was intended to be some giant artificial country.
I was at the headquarters of some giant company, looked like the designs for the new Apple HQ, I was doing some sort of volunteer work. At some point I got hired. I remember a theme of suspicion. Someone was up to something evil there, and the whole dream I was just sort of snooping around.
08-07-12 -- I'm outside some sort of diner somewhere, no idea where, and I'm just about to climb into my car, but I'm having to deal with a bunch of young punks in the area, trying to stir up trouble. Just as I am about to drive away, the worst of the local punks pulls up in a fancy extended bed pick-up truck. The kid is either the obnoxious Kobra Kai from Karate Kid or the punk from Heavenly Kid, slim blond haired punk. Anyway, he drives into the parking garage outside the diner and starts shooting things up. I pull out my digital camera, and start snapping a few pictures of him and the damage he is doing. Still trying to leave, but now some of the other punks are trying to blame the damage he did on me, and I'm afraid if I just drive off, I'll make myself look guilty. Soon I am in a friend's car, instead, but he is a horrible driver, and quickly runs into something. We pull the car free, and he backs up, but is then driving on the wrong side of the road, and wherever we move to, he is in the wrong place to pick us up. Soon we're kind of being chased by a cop, and we're trying to stay out of his way and out of sight. Instead, we're soon eating lunch with him, and he is the parent of one of my friends. (And actually he's Captain Stacy from the new Spider-Man movie.) He doesn't like me, because he kind of believes what the punks have told him, blaming me for the damage at the diner. After we finish eating, the punk in the truck is back. He is trying to threaten me, but I try to make a deal with him. I show him the photographic proof of him shooting up the diner. He says he'll beat me up and steal the camera, but I tell him he doesn't have the negatives. He tells me he does too have negatives, and pulls some out to show me, but I tell him he doesn't have the negatives of my photos showing his guilt. I tell him I have them hidden away, but if he'll make a deal with me, I won't turn them in to the cops. He asks what the deal is. I tell him he can't pick on us anymore, he has to tell his friends that we're 'all right.' and he has to help us with a few very minor favors in the future. He counters with the first two parts, but only one future favor, and I agree. He drives off and leaves us alone. Now Captain Stacy is mad at me, saying I perverted the course of justice. I pointed out that even when I explained who did do the damage, he was trying to pin it on me, so I don't really care about his opinion. About this time, I find myself standing next to a vending machine and starting to hit the coin return to see if it will give me any change. Somehow instead of change, dollars start coming out, and I'm sticking my hand further and further in the slot pulling out more and more bills until soon I'm pulling hundreds and hundreds of bills out of an ATM machine and sticking huge wads of cash in my pockets. Nice! By this point, it is 20 pound notes I am pulling from the machine, and I am in England. The cop is still chasing me, and there are hints of past dreams I've dreamed, including the NCIS/goblin dream. There is also something about some lady who I somehow changed a bit (like Arthur Stuart in the Alvin Maker books which I've just been listening to), and because of this, they are accusing me of killing her. I'm still running from the cop, and start looking for a bus, hoping I can jump on it and get away. I am looking for signs for the bus going to Cambridge, but I think to myself that might take too long, and start heading for the train station, instead.
Non-dream Dream Dream 1: I am in the Olympics but the event is very strange. We are diving under water for something, then people had to exactly repeat the dive. I am cracking mad jokes and people are laughing. Bowler Brian Voss is there too. Dream 2: I am at a strip club with my wife and I am talking to some guys that showed up from their softball game. We are talking about beaches in Orange County. I am trying to get my wife to have a couples lap dance for $100 with me and I almost had her. Finally she gets mad and walks out of the room. I get a lap dance by myself from the stripper who is very pretty - blond with some actresses face. After a while two guys appear in the left periphery of my vision and the stripper goes into the back room. The look on her face gave me the feeling that this is all a setup and the two guys who walked in are going to rob me. There are now just the two guys who just walked in and another guy next to me. One of the guys walks towards us and starts asking strange questions while his accomplice locks all of the doors. I know that I am in big trouble. The guy who was asking questions walks towards the door that my wife exited through and starts shooting at us. I blocked the bullets by picking up the pool table and moving it up and down depending on where he aims the gun. Somehow I know that he is going to go outside and kill my wife so I decide to fight. I throw the pool table at the man with the gun and the guy next to make follows my lead. He jumps on the guy after I throw the table at him and kicks his ass. I finish him off by gauging his chest with a pipe. His accomplice is dead now too - not sure who killed him. My leg hurts and someone is helping me wrap it. Dream 3: I am having trouble with my hair gel at a big party.
Math Congruence I'm working through a packet on a math topic related to congruence of some kind. It's kind of a competition: a bunch of us got this packet at the same time, and we're trying to see who can work through the material the quickest. The material is really interesting. Math Competition I walk into the lecture hall where I'll be doing a math competition. A lot of people are already there, so it is difficult for me to find a seat. There are very few places in the room with three empty seats in a row, so I'll have to sit next to somebody. I find a relatively empty spot over by the left, but the seats are tilted strangely (and they're column-shaped, like a bar stool or something?) so it's very uncomfortable. I'm prepared to stick it out, but then a girl mentions to me that she thinks they're uncomfortable, and I immediately assure her that I'm going to move. Peer pressure, eh. Looks like there might be some empty seats on the other side of the room. They hand out the tests face up, and I start working. Then a proctor comes along the row and pats my test, signaling me gently that I shouldn't have started yet. Apparently they wanted to show a video first? Or I'm just supposed to have written my name, then stopped? I can't quite work out what I did wrong, but I feel embarrassed nonetheless.
07-23-2012 -- I'm just hanging around the Hickory house when I realize it is the end of the world. People are running around, freaking out, yelling, screaming, and trying to connect with people for the last few days of existence, kind of making me think of Seeking a Friend for the End of the World, which I have never seen, but only heard of. That's just the kind of vibe this had. Soon I find myself at a shopping mall somewhere, probably in Santa Ana or Westminster, or somewhere fairly far from Buena Park. The world is still ending, and everybody is freaking, and I can't leave the place until I can catch the 42 bus. (Really a route I used to ride in the area.) Unfortunately, while dozens of buses come by, none are the 42. I'm getting more and more annoyed, and there is a cop that is starting to hassle me for some reason. Meanwhile, Wolverine is running down the street jumping from car roof to car roof and damaging them in the process, and I can't help but wonder why the cop doesn't go hassle him, or maybe the Incredible Hulk, who is also rampaging through the area. But no, the guy keeps hassling me. Reminds me of Captain Stacy from the new Spider-Man movie, which makes sense, considering. Stacy has decided to arrest me and take me in (no idea what for), and he is opening some strange, round vault-like equipment locker that seems to be in a tree or something, and as he is looking for equipment, I spot my web shooters inside it, and grab them. I quickly start to strap them to my wrists, and realize now that I have my web shooters, I no longer need to wait for the 42 route. Captain Stacy is trying to grab me, and for some reason my web shooters are kind of mis-timing their firing, so I can't web sling nearly as smoothly as I would like. Seems like half the time I try to shoot off a line and nothing happens, so I try again, and both lines fire at the same time, tangling with each other. From the same kind of mishap, I can barely get more than a few feet off the ground for a bit, which makes it a really rather poor escape ... but it works. Kind of. Soon I have things straightened out a bit more, and am actually swinging around the buildings downtown. (No idea downtown where.) Soon there is a flying saucer chasing me, big enough to be a threat, small enough to be maneuverable, and looking like a classic flying saucer, perhaps like from My Favorite Martian. I'm dodging this way and that, but can't lose them at first. Then I sling myself through a gap in a very large skyscraper, and the aliens decide they will just pick me up on the other side of the building. But I don't fly through. Instead, I swing toward the full-sized baseball stadium located inside this huge building, and decide to take in the game. I spot a nice, cool pool located right behind home plate with some attractive ladies sunbathing in it, and I launch myself in the air above it. While in freefall I strip off my costume, except for my mask, and plunge into the water. I get a slight bit of a feel of a blonde in a really tiny bikini, then pick up the blonde in the nice charcoal business suit sitting in the pool next to me (yes, full business suit in the pool) and pull her into my lap. If it's the end of the world, forget fighting idiot aliens, I seem to have decided to have some fun!
No dreams the last couple of nights ... too stressed out with situations in my life at the moment, I think. But it's my dream journal, and rather than let it just sit here, I am going to post a couple of older dreams a day until I am dreaming again. 04-07-2012 -- Am visiting with a tech friend, and we're trying various on-line services to try and figure out which one we prefer. Don't know how the switch happens, but somehow I suddenly find myself sitting down to watch a school play with Emma Watson and Daniel Radcliffe. I'm sitting between Dan and a snotty little blonde troublemaker who really reminds me of Nellie Olson on Little House. I bump into her, barely, while sitting down, and she is so outraged, she is threatening to kill me. If I lean forward to better see the stage, she is offended. If I say anything to Dan or Emma, she is infuriated. They have a ditzy friend who makes me think of a kid version of Allyce Beasley's Moonlighting character, and she somehow ends up kissing the obnoxious girl for a while, and Emma just sits there muttering "How can she do that with her?!?" About the time the play is ending, the girl grabs a can of gas and starts trying to douse me with it. She's getting just as much on herself, however, and when she tries to light me on fire she sets herself ablaze, instead, and runs off. I glance over and Dan is standing in a puddle of the stuff. I am trying to warn him about it, but he doesn't seem to be too worried about it. He sets his arm on fire, and it flares up, but it only burns off the gas, and leaves him unharmed.
I have a Youtube account I'm going to start doing dream-related things on. I just made it the other day lol. =Non Lucid= I go to check my YouTube channel. Not that I have anything on it yet, just wanted to see how it looks. I'm amazed. There's Runescape videos I never made, and I've apparently scammed all of my subscribers and made like way over 5000$. I didn't do this. Someone else did. Within a day =.= I talk to my friend, who I actually have no clue who it is. He says how is step mom got a hold of my account, and got like 6k subs somehow. Then she took donations in runescape and sold them for real life money. I had TONS of partyhats, and "Custom Items" like you would see in a private server. I begin destroying everything, until it turns into real life. I grab a custom item in my right hand, and a staff of fire in my left. I was going to alch it. The staff was soo small, barely big enough for my hand to fully grab on to. I asked my friends step mom how to alch it. She had no clue. I was in front of my house, on my steps. I don't remember anything after that
I was stuck in a hotel on the side of York that's near the Log Cabin. There was a Waffle House there, and a vendor attached to the side of it that was making basic Americana food. His setup was basically just a grill with some counter space around it against the outside of the building forming a loose square, no roof, just outside. I'm almost certain I've seen him and that setup in my dreams before. I ordered fries and a hamburger, and I was constantly getting accosted by people in the area for money. I later got the food, and it was actually chicken fingers. One girl approached me, and I was going to give her some money, and then I saw that she had a small pair of scissors in her right hand that I was pretty sure she was going to stab me with, so I quickly grabbed them from her. I was homeless, just wondering around at this point. I think my plan was to stay in the Waffle House until morning, but that didn't work out. The people standing around it seemed to aggressive and shady. I also remember asking a friend if I could stay at his place for the night, but he said no. I wasn't bad homeless, just didn't have anywhere to stay for that night. I believe I even had some luggage with me or something. I was somewhat frustrated because I'm pretty sure I had come to that area to do something really heroic, and HAD done that really heroic thing. And no one would take me in for the night. This reminds me that I wish I had a car more than almost anything else at this point in my life. The theme of either not having a vehicle and being in some predicament because of it, or driving constantly is almost ever-present in my dreams.
I dribbled some iNotes right after I woke up... so this will be an attempt to decode the early birdy typos . location: home. i was looking out the window and this old bitter blck lady was attempting to sell me something. I shut my blinds and I remember thinking "I am bout to make everyone in the neighborhood hate me. I already piss so many people off.I kept ducking so that she wouldn't be able to see me. Then I saw her and a few girls go in next door. Ignoring me, but I could see them through the crack of my door. Then my cuzzo J came in the scene. I forget what we were talking bout but I had to google something on my phone and her instagram came up as a result. She was mad I was following her and I was all defensive "i swear to god idek how!" she let it go, but I remembered I followed all my friends so that is how she became a person I subscribed 2 . I unfollowed her anyway.We talked about how cute my dog was in the position he was in "aWW" (dawg was so cute haha) then we carried ms sel gomez on a wheel chair down the steps. i remember wanting to drop her but instead i took her other wheel cuz Jb was a weak kid. J held other leg. Jb held her head. We get to the hospital and see pple passing. J is telling me i look like her bf's bro. WTF. So I try to get her back by saying she looks like someone but she holds a contempt face and it drives me nuts LOL y am i so mad?... Anyway there were only italian surgeons so it was pretty weird.
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening (...) I am at the edge of a balcony, slightly aware I'm dreaming and making considerations about lucid dreams. I am not afraid of the height because I know I can fly or hover and will not hit the floor if I fall. But that's not enough. I realize that I need not to be afraid of hitting the floor, because there is no floor. I make an effort to become fully lucid to do an experiment. I let my body lean forward and just let go of all fears and all doubts. My body goes through the dream balcony and I free fall. I only feel the uncomfortable sensation in the stomach, of falling in the void, for about 2 seconds and then its gone. I see the ground closer and closer but I also go through it and then I'm free falling in the darkness. I don't make any effort to stop it, I let go completely. After a while, the falling sensation stops by itself and I find myself being laid out gently on a grassy patch under a tree at nightime. I feel peace and I feel like meditating. I decide to get up and do a walking meditation. I try to visualize a Buddha against the night sky. I can't. Instead I see a white light that starts from a point and expands into the shape of an angel like figure. From it I hear a "hello". The light shines brighter and I hear again "Hello, [my name]!". I recognize the voice of my guru. I don't just recognize his voice, I feel him! Hard to explain the entirety of what happens in these few moments. I feel overwhelmed. I wake up.
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