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13/1/16
Dream 1: I was in a church I believe, attending a wedding, a lot of middle eastern people I think, I was looking after some kids during it. Everyone was emotional and crying.

Fragment: In a castle hunting vampires

Dream 2: I was playing a game, I was travelling around in between some floating islands in space. There were some wizards, talking trees and a house, one of the wizards asks me to talk to one of the trees.

Dream 3: I was catching the tram with my brother in to school, talk for a bit and then end up being a bit late.

Morning of January 14, 2017. Saturday.



I am in La Crosse and in the house next door to the King Street boarding house. There is some sort of party going on, possibly a high school graduation party, and it is at night. Zsuzsanna is there but as a teenager though is the only person I recognize. See seems a bit tired and I ask her if she wants to sleep in my bed (which turns out to be at an unknown residence but implied to be where I live). It feels as if we have not been together as a married couple yet, though she is passive towards me.

We walk northwest from the house until we come to my fictional red 1922 Phaeton (a “dream car” that has not featured in my dreams for quite some time) in a commercial district. Its appearance is different as if perhaps an older model and its top is down. Curiously, there does not seem to be a steering wheel, though this does not serve to be a deterrent. I tell her to get in the car and I sit in the area behind where the steering wheel should be. As is often the case, I have difficulty in trying to fit in the vehicle. Still, after some adjustments (where the car even seems to expand slightly), it works out okay.

We end up in an unfamiliar bedroom. A playful lion cub is present and so is a puppy (though the puppy of which I do not see much and which does not go onto the bed as the lion cub does). The lion cub makes small messes over the entire bed (to a very unrealistic extent) and I tell Zsuzsanna that I have to take the top blanket off and I am somewhat annoyed. It does not seem unusual to have either a puppy or a lion cub in my (fictional) house.

• The appearance of the red 1922 Phaeton goes all the way back to early childhood, when I dreamt my father was a car.
• I have not been on King Street since January 1994. I did not know any people who lived in the house next to the boarding house though I did paint some of the inside for the owner.
• The lion is a recurring waking prompt and coalescence symbol (as it can swallow the dreamer back into whole consciousness) and is also a type of dream sign (as from the 1897 “Sleeping Gypsy” painting by Henri Rousseau). Here however, it is only a cub, but the obvious dream sign of the bed already serves as a waking transition factor. This specific rendering is a connection with having to wake up to use the bathroom.
• The missing steering wheel is an invitation to lucidity (and implies liminal dream state awareness), whereby the car is my dream “vehicle” as an extension of my physical body (which is also called a “vehicle”) in sleep but without an active conscious self awareness as in normal lucid dreams to “steer” my dream with a more viable conscious choice (though liminal dream control occurs with me very often - I am just not aware I am dreaming). I am still able to resolve the beginning intent to a point. A car with no steering wheel also correlates with vestibular system dynamics and the liminal awareness of the inability to control the physical body while sleeping.
• Even though bed dream signs are quite common in my dreams (and always have been since early childhood), I rarely pick up on them directly for active lucidity, though a bed implies the waking space of a dream (liminal awareness of being asleep).

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Okay! Here it is. Record LDs for me this week. I am for now on going to post one at the end of each week.

Fragment about eating a lettuce sandwich.

WBTB

I WILD into a black void. I look down and see my cello. I decide to play an improvised Baroque Suite. I scream at the end "I'm dreaming!!" I stupidly remember "In space, no one can hear you scream" When I start suffocating I wake up.

Me and my dad are working together, with my dad being a private eye who use supernatural means to get information. A girl had contracted us to find the truth behind the circumstance of her friend's murder. There was a hole in the floor going through three floors below. The police have already took the body and the evidence, but my dad used his psychic powers to see the past. Also, my grandfather, for some reasons, is Joseph Joestar. I called him on the phone and asked him to use Hermit Purple to give us security tapes somehow, and he did.

We meet up with the client in a restaurant at night.

We reported to our client that her friend was killed by an assasin using psychic powers. The hole in the floor was caused by her bouncing tennis ball on the floor. (We treat it going through three floors as normal.)

I dreamed I was an android in a world where androids were being purged, for whatever reason. I was still the me from real life, still had the same family... but they'd adopted me when I was a small android, and I'd grown from there.

I was such a well-made android that, for all intents and purposes, I was the only one who knew I wasn't human. This was quite a privilege considering the circumstances, and I was trying to use my ostensibly human status to assist my fellow androids in their attempts to escape eradication.

One rather shocking moment sticks out in my memory: a group of androids were hiding in a secret room behind a wall, with two of them unfortunately still out in the open, when an extermination squad of robots rounded the corner and absolutely annihilated them with flamethrowers and gunfire. The flamethrowers were apparently a new thing, firing gouts of plasma so powerful that they could simply melt an android into nothing. The robots, apparently feeling no need to save ammunition, kept firing on the already-dead androids until there was hardly anything left, and also fired some shots at random, with some going into the secret room where the hidden androids were watching in horror and fear.

I was watching all of this as though incorporeal, positioned outside the secret room and in the direct path of the flamethrowers, but simply observing. I couldn't see the androids inside the secret room, and feared that they'd been hit by the gunfire. And I remember being afraid of the pain the flamethrowers would cause if they were used on me, wondering what it would be like to feel myself melting and burning the way the androids were right in front of me.

The robot troop marched away without discovering the androids behind the wall. We carried on without the two androids we'd lost, despite the primary character status they'd had (I think they'd actually had names, and one of them had been a source of good humor for the rest of the group).

The dream restarted a bit, but this time it was Christians that were being eradicated rather than androids. I was still helping them, though I remember wondering why I was putting myself in danger of death when I wasn't a Christian myself. Or maybe it was something like, I'd been raised Christian without it ever quite rubbing off on me, and now, although privately I didn't share the belief, publicly I was going to be killed for it.

At any rate, the things hunting us were now single androids who would look human right up until the moment they had decided to kill you. When that happened, their face would warp like a Picasso painting, one eye vanishing and being replaced by a migrating, malformed nose, while the other eye shrank to a dot.

There was also a variety of prisons and exterminators, one of which was called The Dove (I think?). The Dove was really only a prison in the sense that you'd be imprisoned in it for the 60 seconds it took for you to move along a hanging conveyor belt into a furnace, whose fires could not actually be seen until you were inside them. This was where I was certain to head if I were captured: knowing this I let myself be captured anyway.

There were two forbidden books we had on hand: Mere Christianity by C S Lewis, and another one that my brain invented and whose name I can't quite remember... Door, perhaps? These were the books I had on hand when an android spotted me, and I didn't really feel like trying to survive anymore. I let it spot me, let it recognize me and watched its face mutate. It hit me with some sort of poison attack that left me propped against the wall, dying. Or at least, I thought I was dying, thought I was going to die soon (and the dream end? there was no sense that dying might have Real Consequences... more that the story would be over), but the dream continued for long enough that perhaps I began to think I would still be headed to The Dove after all.

The dream stopped making sense after that. Phooey.

I lived through a man who had only regrets. All through his life he wondered what could have been, complained about what he had been dealt. Every day began and ended with "I've put up with this for X years, If I didn't have to X then surely Y".

One day, his wife let him go away on a trip. To find himself. To try and realize some of those alternate timelines. On the way out of the city, he found a beautiful woman and gave her a ride. She knew nothing of him, until he answered the phone while 12 clicks out from the city zone. It was his wife. She needed the bicycle that was being dragge dby his car. He said I love you and turned around, driving back to her. The beautiful girl had an air of dissapointment, of her own "what if's" being dashed with every mile they approached the bridge to the city.

As he went over the bridge he said "I've biked this thing 12 miles back to her. 2 Months ago, I was relaxing peacefully, not a worry in the world. Now, what has happened." Suddenly his child appeared. "You say that for everything dad. What has happened?"

The man realized.

Whoa, no recall since 1/4/17?

I got a text today at 1am, went back to sleep. Then at 2am, tried, but couldn't fall asleep again. Got up, did some computer stuff then moved to sofa, on my back, reclined, like when I WILD. I thought what the heck, why not?

I was getting faint "memories" of things. Then this sharp, moving image took me by surprise. I'm looking out an airplane window. It's bigger than normal, and oval only on the top, straight on the bottom. Behind the window I see a landscape going by and I can tell we are landing at schiphol, netherlands. Just few more feet to wheels down. IWL, that's where I'm going, haha.

I started to get some vibrations, quite distinct, and they are getting stronger. I'm ready for a WILD. But I fall asleep.

Dream is in some hotel/dormitory/school trip kind of an environment. I just got a new room. Looking inside, I'm happy that it has more windows. I'm telling someone, I'm so happy. I was about to move to other place because my old one had only one window. (WL again). Now I have lived in rooms with view to the street, side and now the back side, which is very pretty.

I look out the hallway, and I can see that our living spaces are inside of a huge, abandoned industrial building. I wonder what's going on.

Somebody is coming after us. So I go through some rooms, then open a door that leads outside. I'm on a rickety platform and I know I need to go down so they can't see me. I keep looking inside to see the door open and I start climbing down as the person looking for us walks inside. I climb down far enough for them to not see me. As I'm climbing, there is a tons of stuff on the wall. Star Wars collection action figures, space ships, collectors cards, all kinds of fun knick knacks.

Vivid, detailed, fun. Thank you!

1/13/2017

The dreams that I had tonight were not of anything good in my life. They were of someone that I refuse to acknowledge out of respect and I do not write about them if they are in my dreams. They were a person that had a great impact on my life and I feel as writing of them will not bring anything good. For future reference: this persons name starts with L.

The first dream was that I was in school and I was walking by them and I could see something different and off about them. They refused to say anything to me. It hurt me on the inside, I could tell that they were done with me and they wanted nothing to do with me. I watched them move around and do what they do, and I could tell that something was off and they were not in their normal state. It made me sad. I knew I could do nothing to help them, but just watch. It ends.

The second dream was focused on the same person. In this dream, they "jumped off the deep end" and they were acting far more crazy and outgoing than they normally would. This honestly disgusted me in a way as I could see that they lost a true sense of themselves and I even tried asking their friends what happened to them, but was shortcoming as they knew nothing either. This was a total opposite of the previous dream. They drew on their face and jumped and shouted all over the place, even though I could not hear a word they said. I lost them, mentally, and they lost me, they lost themselves in the madness and I was terrified of them.

These dreams affect me in my WL as well as I knew them once very well, and I guess it hurts a lot when I dream of them in such a desperate state.

Before 4.47am
Plate of stir fry type food that seemed to be mostly peppers. I don't like peppers. Yes I went to bed on an empty stomach, which just makes me dream about food.

5-6am
The dream takes place in a mansion sized building filled with hidden passages. It has the look of an old stately home. We are running away from enemies who are trying to take over the building. The group of us consists of me and co-worker TR, who is dragging along his red haired girlfriend.

Using the secret passages we manage to evade the enemy soldiers for a while, but then run straight into a room where the commander is standing with four of his pals. So much for escaping. I charge at the commander, leaping and punching the side of his head. He is taller than me, but not by much. Must have had knuckle dusters on, because after the punch the side of his face is all cut and bleeding in multiple places.

He roars in rage and I punch him several more times and kick at his legs trying to make him fall down. At this point the dream is feeling like a game rather than reality. I am on the verge of lucidity and wake up.


6.20ish- 7am
Trapped Dolphin
Think this was chained after a normal dream, but can't remember it. Starts with familiar shaking sensations that signal the onset of a dream. I pinch my nose to confirm the dream and stand up out of bed. Everything is very dark. Going to the window I phase outside.

The front gardens are full of bushes and flowers. It is still dark, pre-dawn. Children are hiding in the gardens amongst the greenery. Maybe they are playing a game. I look up to the sky and the sun rises rapidy. A man dressed as Batman exits the neighbours' house and heads off down the road. I wave to him.

My goal tonight was to go to the ocean and find an 18th century frigate (Master and Commander or Hornblower for reference. Yeah I know that's more 1800 ~ Napoleonics, the ships wouldn't have changed that much.)

I fly up into the air and head for the coast, flying at super speed. In RL my house is around 30-40 mins drive from the coast, but my flight is direct and much faster. Ahead is a beech in a cove with black rocks juting out of the sea. It reminds me more of Devon than the local pebble beaches.

The cove is filled with people playing in the surf. As I swoop down, a killer whale leaps out of the surf and then dives back underwater. Deeper than it looks! Then I see a dolphin trapped in a gully between two of the black rocks, it is trying to get back into the water but is stuck. Planting one foot on each of the rocks I lift the dolphin free. It's skin is smooth and wet. Even after being freed it lies on the surface making pained noises. I stroke the dolphin's side and try to reassure it.

The dolphin has reminded me of the DV task of the year, but it seems rude to ask this injured animal to give me a lift to Atlantis. The dream scene fades.

A false awakening has me trying to remove items from my black rucksack. Mum has filled it with fish! Also there is a pack of what looks like salmon bacon! After emptying it out I point out that this is my rucksack for college, not a bag for food shopping. (Slight confusion as to my age at this point.) Then even more items come out of the bag including cufflinks and small items of jewellery. Necklaces, ear rings. We put them into clear jelly moulds to be taken to the charity shop.

7-7.55am
Sex with a Mermaid
There are children outside the window making noise. The bedroom seems to be on the ground floor at the front of the house. I open the curtains and find they have left toys on the window sill. There is a crowd outside the front door. A couple of the parents seem to be discussing childcare arrangements with Mum. I go through to a living room where there are stacks of old videos, including one which is the 24 series feature length special.

These old videos are junk. Get rid of them, I suggest. Dad complains that they haven't watched it, and I tell them not to bother. My sister is also in the room. She backs me up and agrees that this old crap is not worth keeping. Then she tries to retrieve something from a shelf behind the sofa, and ends up straddling an unknown male DC sitting on the sofa.

There is a disconnect, probably a missing scene or two. I am walking through a town. On a brick wall there is a moving advert. It doesn't seem to be a screen, more like an animated painting. It contains a drawing of a car and unreadable text slogans. 'Great, even my dreams have adverts,' I think. Then I realise what that means, and become lucid.

The town is surrounded by mountains and forests. No ocean in sight. However, the sky could be an ocean. I fly straight up at full speed until there are clouds around me. Then I flip the world upside down, so the sky is beneath me and the distant trees and mountains above. Looking down and slowly falling into the sky, the blue expanse now becomes an ocean.

I tread water for a bit, noticing the tug of my wet clothing weighing me down. The sky has turned back from green and grey into a proper blue. It is very peaceful out here, no big waves, but also no land in sight. Recalling the last part of the earlier lucid I call out to summon a dolphin. One swims over to me. It seems cheerful. I ask it to take me to Atlantis then climb onto the dolphin's back. It leaps then dives down into the ocean.

Forgetting myself I take a deep breath and am holding it as we swim down, before realising this is not required. The dolphin swims down to a circle of metal on the sea floor. Then it starts poking at small screws that seem to be in the ocean floor. I help to remove some of the screws.

The room transforms around us. We are no longer underwater and the dolphin has grown legs and arms. There are coins on the floor. The dolphin says something about 'taking what is right.' I pick up a copper penny-like coin. It grabs a fistfull of golden coins and laughs. "The one with the most gold wins!" The dolphin-man declares triumphantly.

Ah whatever. I turn and exit the circular room and enter a domed one. It's old fashioned - like a National Trust property. Elegant wooden furniture, shelves lining the walls filled with large hardback books. There are those chaise-longues type chairs with red velvet. The room is populated with people dressed in 18th century clothing - long coats with embroidered collars and dressed with similar intricant designs sewed on them.

They remind me that to complete the DV Task of the Year I must find the mermaid, also, that the mermaid will want an offering from me. The room has several tables covered in trinkets.

My next course of action is to try flirting with one of the 18th century women, very badly, to find out what to pick as a gift for the mermaid. The flirting is just cringe-worthy terrible. Realising this, I end up shouting "fuck it", vaulting over one of the chairs, standing on a table and grabbing a small blue ivory comb thing before running out of the room.

There are several similar looking rooms. Now where is the mermaid? A young boy walks past. "Hey, kid, where's the mermaid?" He points down a corridor. I run down and go past an open door. Inside are tanks the size of double beds, filled with water. Curled up in the corner of a tank is a mermaid. She has long dark hair and a shimmering blue-green fish tail. I climb into the tank and touch her tail. It feels just like a fish, which is both cool and weird at the same time.

She wakes up and turns to me looking alarmed. I drop the comb and it falls into the tank next to her. She grabs it as it falls, seems happy, and then snuggles up against my chest. Well, hello. Somehow she ends up on top of me, lying on my chest, with my legs wrapped around her tail.

"So, uh, how do you make more mermaids?" The question I'd been dying to ask...
"We have a sort of opening." She says.
"Oh really. Well, uh, so can I put my erm, you know, in your... 'opening.'" (Well I'm on top form tonight... just so damn smooth, eh? Ha.)
"You already did."
"Wait, I thought I had trousers on!"
...Well, not anymore, apparently. She starts grinding up against me and I can feel the usual sensations down there now, although my legs are either side of her body/tail. Not gonna lie, it feels a bit weird, but we have sex until the dream fades.

1. Trying to fall asleep I had an image pop up in my head and I could barely see it and wanted to get closer, but immediately I zoomed so fast I went through the wall of the image and started seeing images flying past me so fast I couldn't make them out, then stars flying past me until I hit the dark calm in probably the time it takes to snap.

2. Another very long dream where I was in a church type setting where they went through a long process to pick who was going to be the one to do the ceremony, and they came up with a man who I believe was Michael. I didn't have a body but was an observer and could zoom in and out and go wherever I wanted to see something. There was a point at the beginning of the ceremony where we had to wait for the spot where you could see the full moon through a large circle window at the top of the highest point in the building. As the moon started to come in front of the window perfectly there was a golden platform and Michael went to the stairs and climbed up to the top where there was a huge golden star and he had to place what appeared to be a golden barrel a little larger than a football to each point of the star. The entire time I was trying to understand the meaning of this and wanted to remember to google it when I woke up. I don't know of anything that is even close to this. I don't even go to church. Just as he placed the last barrel my alarm went off but I felt glad I got to see him complete the barrels lol. This was strange because I felt like a ghost who was zooming around looking at who was there, normal looking people from todays time, and checking out the building which appeared to be a church with benches and books up behind them, but the only thing that drew me in was when they picked the person to do this ceremony I felt everyone loved this person and it was apparent, then when he was placing the barrels on the points the star appeared to glow and I got right up there with him on the platform to see it up close because I knew nobody could see me. I felt it was an important ceremony.

1/12/2017

This is the only one I can remember well, there were others, I know, but I cannot remember the content of those dreams.

I was at an airshow of some sorts. I think it was, I was just walking around with my brother and looking at things, I did not see anything airshow related, but in the dream I got the sense that I was there. I have a blue band on my wrist showing that I am supposed to be there. Well, after that, I got a little bored and I decided to walk off somewhere by myself. It was a sunny and clear day so there was no problem with that. I walked off to some train tracks and then I was suddenly in some sort of building. Like a utility building with train tracks cutting right through the middle of it for maintenance. I see these dumb kids playing around the tracks just skateboarding and whatnot. I do not like them and they make me mad by just playing around. I am in the building and I see a kid on the tracks. He is clearly knocked out from an accident, and he is just laying there and no one is helping him. I notice this but I do nothing of course and I am just standing there like, well, nothing really. I wonder why he is not being moved off of the tracks before a train comes, but that is beyond me at that point. We are apprently waiting for authorities to show up. Then soon enough, I hear a train coming, well, I more or less sense it coming and I can tell that it is not going to be pretty. Then I hear it, and I can see through the cracks of the door to the building that we are in and I can see the train coming. It is going to kill the kid just laying there. Then I suddenly grab this woman that is freaking out now and I am sort of getting anxious and I drag her out of there before it get's ugly. Now I am running outside and I am running to nowhere really, there is this fence in front of me and I am nearing it and I do this sort of slowmo thing where I jump over it and do a flip. Looks cool and cinematic. Now I am entering the same airshow that my brother is in that I was in before I got bored and walked off. I now look at my wrist again and I see another blue band on my wrist, the same as the other, it's just another addition. I see my brother on some swings with some random kid whom I do not know. They are swinging high as if it is different from normal swings. I get a little uneasy. It ends.

No LD's tonight.

I was in a forest, there was a horrible blizzard. I entered my car and drove in between trees until I reached ranger station. I couldn't get there as the road was blocked by a fallen tree. I drove further and lost a side mirror on one tree, then got to my house. I made a nose plug RC and entered my house. In one of the rooms my sister was watching TV. I touched her and swapped bodies with her. The dream became unstable and I woke up.

Another lucid!

I WILD into a dream. A man is sitting at a table with me. I say "Do you have the Portkey to Aldeterune?"
Aldeterune is a name of a place I visit in meditation to relax. He says "Yes, but it is too risky; the dream is too fragile" I appreciate his input. I see the window, and do my favourite thing of phasing through glass and shattering it at the same time. I explore a beautiful city and meadows at night in a chair.

So last night I had a dream that I was lucid. Which really isn't the same thing as being lucid, and I refuse to be satisfied with this...

The Sad Stone Harbor Dream
So Stone Harbor is basically my favorite place in the world to be, and for whatever reason it's pretty common for me to dream that it's the last day of Stone Harbor and I'm wondering where all the time went and trying to figure out how I could've used it better.

This time, I dreamed that mom was making me go to a soccer game on the last day of Stone Harbor, when what I really wanted was to be at the beach, in the sun. This made me so upset that I started crying, and ran upstairs... now I was in the 1319 house, heading for the balcony. I brushed past dad in the hallway, got to the balcony, and jumped off so that I could fly.

This is where my thought process was a bit weird. Apparently, I believed that I was awake, but that by the time I got to the balcony, I would be dreaming, without having to fall asleep. At the same time, half of me was considering the possibility that I would simply plunge to my death off the balcony in my mistaken belief that I was dreaming. I was actually pretty surprised when I practically lifted off the balcony as soon as I stepped off it, and though I was happy to be flying rather than, y'know, dead, I was a bit confused as I tried to figure out when exactly reality had become a dream. Frustratingly enough, I completely discarded the possibility that the entire thing was a dream: I firmly believed that the frustrating soccer situation constituted "reality," but that I had somehow transitioned to dreaming at some point.

So, I won't call it lucidity. Although I believed I was "dreaming," it didn't make any conscious sense. If I had been conscious, I would've realized that the entire thing was a dream, and that it's impossible to transition from awake to dreaming without falling asleep. It was like a nonsensical dream version of lucidity...

Farther along in the dream, while I was trying to survive the local serial killer and his sadistic games, I straight-up thought to myself, "I'm dreaming," while flying. I even repeated it a few more times for good measure, trying to make it sink in... but c'mon. If I'd been actually lucid, I would've realized that I could've blown up the serial killer with a thought, instead of my only ability being flying.

I want to be awake in a dream. I'm barely even awake in real life...