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In the earliest part of the dream I can remember, I'm reading a news article online. It’s about an odd discovery that was recently made—what seemed to be a fossilized person on a bicycle.

I pull up a map website so that I can have a better idea of where the places I’m reading about are. It starts off as a map of Europe—more or less. The only major difference I can remember was seeing a series of small countries along the (more or less) Baltic Coast.

The place I’m interested in is further west of that, around Luxembourg, I'd say. I zoom in until it’s more like looking at a satellite map, and I can see the spot the story is talking about: a place in the woods where the grass gives way to gray rock, and in the rock, the figure of the cyclist can be clearly seen in profile, looking rather cartoonish.

I look up and find I’m not looking at a screen on a computer anymore: I’m actually there in the forest. And there’s only one way that’s possible: I’m dreaming.

The gray rock isn’t there anymore. There’s just forest in every direction—deciduous forest, with foliage that isn’t so thick it blocks out the sunlight. I pick a direction and start walking, not having any particular goal in mind.

The forest is quiet and still: there don’t seem to be any animals around. The only notable feature of this place is the mushrooms I see growing in small groups among the undergrowth every few meters. They’re red with white spots—obviously fly-agaric. I recall a recent discussion on DreamViews about hallucinogens in lucid dreams: what would happen if I ate one? I’ve never been curious enough to try it before—I wasn’t even curious enough to read the thread, for that matter—but here they are, and here I am. Guess I’m going to find out.

I get down close to a group of them, pull a piece off a small one and put it in my mouth. But then I see that the mushrooms aren’t mushrooms anymore: they’re red flowers now, poppies by the looks of it. Still in an experimental frame of mind, I pull off some petals and chew on them. They’re completely flavorless and slightly cool. It is an extraordinarily realistic experience of eating flower petals.

Shortly afterwards, I wake up.

(7.8.18)

I start out in an apartment that seems to be mine, but doesn’t resemble anywhere I’ve ever lived. Hearing a commotion outside, I go out to investigate. I walk across a grassy lawn to where it overhangs a sidewalk. It seems coming from the direction of the train station, which is just down the street. I recall that today is the day the king is supposed to return from a trip abroad: there are probably many people there to greet him.

Sure enough, I soon see him walking by, just like any other person might, alone except for three dogs. One of the dogs, a large and muscular one, is headed directly my way. I’m not threatened by it, though: I don't read any aggression in its behavior, only curiosity.

It’s sniffing me over as he approaches to get it back under control. We exchange a few words. He knows who I am—I get the impression this country is on the small side, and he probably knows everyone here—and he says that he’s honored that I’m residing in his country (I am a foreigner here and not a citizen). He tells me he's happy to be the host of someone favored by the cat god. This is a chaotic, cat-like being that comes around—like any other cat—when it feels like it and not before. It appears to have taken a liking to me, and there’s now some kind of deeper bond between us. It also seems to be associated with the key of B major, whatever that means.

The king is about to leave, but the dog breaks away again to continue to inspect me. He once again gets it under control and asks in a casual way what a sky bicycle actually looks like. This odd form of transportation has to do with the cat somehow—the thing apparently has a whole mythology of its own. I reply that I don’t know, as sky bicycles only take a definite form when several people are looking at one at the same time.

(31.7.18)

I was at a dinner of some kind w/ my extended family. Meaning my uncles & cousins even were there so there were a whole lot of ppl including a lot I didn't know at all. I try to score some pot from my uncle but to no avail. I get up & walk out into the hall & go up the stairs. I see all of these young girls acting inappropriately around some man. I go into another room & I saw the weirdest thing. Bicycles. Like hundreds of bicycles. They are all facing inward & packed together perfectly. They were stacked some how in between them too but perfectly, no leaning. They created the spectacular circular tower. It was most accurate thing I believe I have ever witnessed in any dream. Anyway, it had no part to play in my dream which was even more strange. I then notice the girls walking up another flight of stairs & follow them. One of the girls looks like one of my girl cousins but turns into my granddaughter Booga Bug. The 2 girls lead me up to the roof. They both are doing this synchronized balancing act by standing on the ledge & balancing on one leg w/ the other over the side of the building. I'm holding Booga's hand while she is doing this because I'm freaking out that they are both about to die by falling off of the building & come crashing down to the earth. But I look at her & let go. I decided to have faith when I let go & both girls fell. But while my heart was freaking out as I ran over to the ledge, there they both are laying on a second roof only 2 feet below the ledge. They are just fine & laughing. I then see the creepy man again & he looks kind of like Robin Williams. The dream is very long. In the end they are doing nothing more than making organic dehydrated vegetables. Part of a self sustaining food source of some kind.

I did an inner meditation right before I went to sleep. I have put off doing this kind of inward meditation because I can't sit still during the day to save my life or w/o a Xanax. I'm always fiddling w/ something. That's why I've stuck w/ doing jigsaw puzzles as a serious form of meditation for me. That's where the faith came in, which was actually more cool than even I could have imagined. And the bikes! Wow! That was really amazing to see. It seems I am always in protective mother bear mode so the guy in the dream was harmless in the end even though I was skeptical. I think I'll keep my skepticism at the healthy level I believe it to be.

I was working on the layout of an old newspaper and the image of a man at a radio station talking into a mic appeared. He said he had been working at this station since 1865 under the title of ‘Father of the House.’ I remember thinking he didn’t look that old, maybe only 45.

I was working at the cafe, very busy section towards the front of the house.
Two women together ordered food, changed tables while waiting on food so I had trouble finding them at first. One of the women told me she hadn’t ordered this dish: it was a baking pan of 4 enchilada-shaped objects wrapped in what looked like blue plastic. It was called ‘the Four Plastics’ and I remembered her ordering it but I didn’t argue. She said she had ordered the ‘Rhubarb Salad. Lots of detailed activity happened that I don’t remember well now- fumbling with computer and ordering food, fumbling at cash register and fumbling getting people checks. I was at the cash register and I could see a girl in my section was out of water. I grabbed a pitcher and I walked over to her. She was a regular (dream- but she seemed to be a younger female version of a waking life regular I used to know) and she had a drink when I got to her table. She said it was an accident that she gestured towards me, that she had been doing some kind of experiment/magic. She was only 19, had long auburn hair, giant round glasses, and an awkward face. She was nice, but very strange. I felt bad for her, and wanted to find a way to help her grow into herself, specifically initially helping her to speak in a more eloquent manner. But I didn’t say anything. I listened to her tell me and some other people how she was tiring about going to a costume party, but that she would probably stay at home and dress up at her place alone. Maybe as a tomato? I can’t remember.
We had a new chef and a new [manager?] at the cafe. They were loyal to each other.

I had a small black puppy with me behind bar at one point. It was scrambling in my arms and ran around behind the bar and up to the top to greet some customers.

At one point there was an ex president visiting. He was of an asian background and he lived in this town that the cafe waist now that he was retired. His daughter worked at the cafe. They had been eating and listening to audiobooks that we rented out- a long series of perhaps 12 titles, all written on his receipt that he handed me at the cash register when he walked up. Initially he told me, ‘Don’t freak out…’ when he walked up. I told him I was remaining relaxed. One of the titles had the word phantom in it. I had trouble ringing them up but I did the best I could. A woman manger came up to me later and told me to organize them in a better way. I told her I wasn’t sure how- but she shoved the receipt into my chest and walked away.

I don’t remember it happening, but my husband had left me. I had moved on to an ex from long ago and he had left me as well. Then I had moved on to yet another ex, and we had been living in an old apartment similar to one we actually lived in in real life. We had issues and then we decided to stay together but get different apartments. I found one that was slightly cheaper at $640/month in the same complex. He eventually left me too. I remember feeling sad that everyone seemed to leave me, that something must be wrong with me.
I woke up (false) on my bed with my jeans and t-shirt on. I couldn’t recall going to bed, thought I must have bee really tired and just passed out when I came home from work. As I laid there, I looked up and could see a bunch of bikes hanging around me, and a bike part on my bed. Then I saw my mom through a window in my bedroom door. She came in and I told her that my ex had left me. I told her I already had my own place, and she seemed to be trying to help me plan my future, saying, ‘That’s not so bad…’ about the price of the apartment. I felt sad about living in this city again, didn’t want to be there. She was giving me $160 for my birthday. I told her I wanted a bike.

My apartment was a the foothills of some mountains. In the valley there was a large river. It was beautiful, though I didn’t acknowledge it in the dream. To the southwest , and n the opposite side of the river, was another range of mountains, and one structure in particular looked like a giant rock monster. I imagined him as a mythological being, that sometime woke up and ran through the valley, creating the river bed. He seemed slightly scary.


Thoughts:
I think I’m subconsciously afraid that I am not treating my husband well enough and fear him leaving me. I think this fear is valid but not really applicable, as we have great communication and things are good with us. I think this comes from general anxiety within my self about many things in my life. The cafe dreams are definitely a reoccurring theme, and I suppose I feel like I am struggling to keep up with things and making too many mistakes. Again I think it comes from a general anxiety, maybe specifically over my career.

Two guys are trying to figure out some mystery. One has darker hair, the other light brown/blond. They hear a girl say something like “I don’t want to see you ever again.” They had heard that line spoken by another girl. They jump into action and see a girl walking away from a bald guy whose features are a bit like Uncle Fester’s from Addam’s Family. She had very long brown hair and was wearing makeup.

The dark-haired guy takes the girl aside to talk to her. The other hides at the bottom of the stairs to the left. The setting was like a fish village with wooden docks. The bald guy comes over and sits on him like he’s not even there. It’s pretty comical. The blond guy wiggles his way out from under him.

Jump.

The two guys are riding their bikes through the village. There are other people riding, and they’re all bald guys. I think how much they stand out.

I turn to look at mom and say how it’s making me dizzy to watch them ride in that perspective – it’s a camera view from the sky, and you can see that one of the boys is riding close to the edge, and there’s water surrounding them.

Mom agrees.

I'm with and older cousin and her husband and children. We're in front of this gate that leads to this disneyland/college campus, but my cousin seems irritated that there is a women in a toll booth looking thing saying that it's not free anymore and that we have to pay to get in. So we start walking away, the toll booth lady gets distracted, and I see my cousin running into the gate opening so we all follow her in. then I walk off a little and the scene turns into like a costco store and I find the purple beach cruiser that my sister had as a child and I get on it and ride around a few aisles and I see a boy riding a blue version of the beach cruiser and we laugh because we both know we shouldn't be riding the bikes around the store, we decide we want to check out the other bikes for sell because we're more into bmx bikes. We get to the bike section but there's all these different acoustic guitars for sell there. We stand there confused wondering where the bikes are as an employees approaches us and tells us we can't ride bikes in the store so we ride away around some more aisle and find more bikes, they spread out one or two every aisle it's strange. And the bikes I find are ugly mountain/bmx bike hybrid looking things with 90's paint job on them. Then next thing I know me and the boy are getting ready to teleport or something, something big, and he tells me to sit in a chair and wait for the woman to come, when she comes she teleports the boy one body part at a time, next she does me, I sit in the chair and she sees my face and freaks out so I run off and she chases me and now we're running around this pool that is in the middle of nowhere, like a opening in a huge corn field, I threaten her that I'll jump in the water, so I do and I sink, then I get pulled to the shallow end by her and the boy, and now there's lots of other people there in the pool and out of the pool just watching the situation.

Alright I guess I could post something, so here it goes(this is an old dream, but this dream got me to join DV).

This is one of the nightmares I had during the time I was terrified of Voldemort from Harry Potter, so I knew these people in the dream were death eaters.

My mom and I were at the store and when we walked out, there were these two guys sitting on a trunk of a truck staring at us and when we got in the car and drove off, I looked behind us and saw that those two guys were chasing us, but riding on bicycles. I climbed through the back of the car(it was a Honda Odyssey) and closed the trunk(we also had the two back doors open o_O). Then when we got home, there was a knock at the door and we saw some lady looking through the window and she had cats all around her and she was holding a knife and she looked like she was screaming. My dad kinda held me back(like both trying to hide me and not really) so I knew that she was trying to get to me. Then I opened the garage door and about 20 people were standing there(and one was my brother ). Then the dream ends after that.

So during my second attempt to become lucid I kept waking up and it would fail, so then I gave up since I have an early work day during the week, and went to sleep.
I remember small segments of my dream, and I'm not sure if they were all separate dreams or just continuations of the same dream. I woke up in between each segment, but at one point I THOUGHT I was in a dream and tried blasting rainbows from my hands....then I found out I was actually awake >_____> Anyways here's what I recorded in my actual Dream Journal:

First Segment: I was with a group of friends on a cable car ride to the top of a very steep and grassy hill. There were many Evergreen trees scattered throughout the hill, but I remember one of my friends saying "this snowboarding trip is gonna be great!" I remember thinking to myself 'snowboarding? here? Madness!!' Once we reached the top of the hill I was already geared up in winter attire, and on my board. The moment my board touched the green grass SNOW APPEARED, and it covered the entire hillside as I was making my way down. It's as if I was actually creating the snow to ride on, but then I woke up!

Second Segment: I remember being outside of my ex-girlfriend's home (though it was totally different, and the location was WAAAAYYYY off) talking to her mother and father. Her mother was acting kind of goofy, and laughing a lot, and her father was going on about buying everyone expensive bicycles...including me! I went over to a bike and started examining it when I woke up!

Third Segment (this I think was either two dreams connected to each other, or just continuing the same one: I was still outside at my ex's house while her parents were goofing off and riding tricycles when I felt a weird sensation in my left hand. I looked at my hand only to find the palm completely covered in pins (the kind you would stick in a pin-cushion) and the bulbs at the very tips were powder blue. I remember saying to myself "this is so weird. why is this happening?" and trying to pull them out. I think I got two or three pulled out, but each one I touched afterwards would sting the crap out of my right hand! What?? So I decided I'd go inside their house and play with their cat (they actually don't own a cat in real life). The cat I found was dark gray, and your standard fat house cat. It would hiss and growl high pitch noises and claw me if I tried to pet it. But for some reason I decided to keep trying to pet him. The cat ran away underneath an end table, and the routine repeated itself...until the cat yelled "**** YOU!!!!" and bit my hand. The bite hurt so much that I got mad, grabbed the hind legs, and punched him in the stomach, and then woke up! At the end of this segment I opened my actual eyes, still feeling like I was in a dream, held out my left hand and said in my head "I WILL blast rainbows from my hand!!!" I think I did this twice before I realized...."crap....I failed the WILD again!"

The main dream i remember was somewhat of a flase awakening I was very sure I was awake and that i smoked some weed and then got very upset that i was likely going to fail my urine analysis the next week and kind of threw a fit with my friend. It was not his fault at all i had just forgotten and hit the bowl a few times then rembered later on and i remmber it was kind of earth shattering to me, which inreality it wouldnt have been such a big deal.

The second dream i recall was very intense it was me and my two friends biking to another location and we had passed to turn so we kept biking for a good distanceand ended up at the edge of town by a bridge where we turned around and somehow caused traffic problems and as we or /I passed over the bridge i remember a semi-truck falling over and barely missing me as i peddeled into the ditch and seen my friends bike next to me get smashed and then another two large truck/vehicles were tumbling toawrds us and then i looked at my gps to review the incident and realized the friends bike was hit and thought that my frined was prolly hurt on of the vehicles was in the river under the bridge and i got scarred and yelled for my friends they were actually still on the other side of the bridge having seen what was commming jumping onff their bikes or the road previous to me and then there was also a train flying by at the moment and a bunch of cut large tree logs floating down the river. just trying to review the gps which somehow cought the video of the vehicles flying inches above me at like 60mph was very remarkable i recall and was the last thing i remembered.

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1/3/11

Nonlucid
This girl and I were riding bicycles through a building that was not completely built yet.
Next we were on the grassy ground laughing about it all. This is when I saw she was Penelope Cruz.
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She rolled on the grass and I tossed a blanket end over to her. She gave a mock surprise and I said "it was the wind." She laughed and rolled herself up in the blanket till it was even over her face. I rolled her onto me and said "your on me supported be my body" but there was no answer and no thoughts coming from this pile of sheets. She was not in there and this was just a replicated pile of bed sheets.
I wanted to go somewhere new and then I was walking into an office with someone like Penelope Cruz. I stood in front of the desk and she walked behind the desk sat in the chair and put her feet up on the desk. The man and woman who just walked in too looked astounded at us and we couldn't be happier.
Woke up and committed it to memory.

1/4/11
Dream 1: The Enclosure.
Partly lucid

I was walking through a field and thought about hunting then I thought I saw a large flightless bird and said "I think I'll hunt quail. Ha yeah I'll hunt quail!" It seemed funny to me given how small and the birds are and can't even fly. When I came to a large earthen wall, like the kind made out of mud bricks with mud pasted over it. I hopped up on the wall and yelled mockingly "I will have a quail!"
Coming down off the way I saw it was some kind of enclosure and where I was at was the corner of the enclosure and the walls when far off into the distance. I saw a crack in the ground here which I didn't want to fall into. I went out into what looked like an African Savannah. There was a side of the enclosure that was for people where no animals were. I walked quite a bit looking at the grasses till I came upon a place that's like the diners they have at zoos so you can wash up and eat.
Standing outside the diner where some people I knew, they had been waiting. We said hello and talked a bit and I stuck close to the attractive short haired brunette. She was a little surprised by this. I showed her into the diner and she was surprised by this too. Then we sat at a small metallic table and I asked her how she was. She knew what I was going to ask and said "OK" before I even finished. I thought of something to say quickly, "So hows... your wor" "Great... yep." she said looking awkward. I didn't know what to say she kept cutting off my thoughts. We sat in silence for a minute. "Well don't let me keep you." I said abruptly. "oh Thanks" she said with a half smile and got up. "let me see you out."
Instantly I was back at the place I came into the enclosure. This time I remembered not only the first time I had been here before but there were other times I had been here. Excited, I ran out into the Savannah with the animals. I ran besides gazelles and saw giraffes and other animals off in the distance. I saw a lion and was afraid if I looked at him he may come over to me so I kept running and ran next long hill on the human side of the enclosure. After a bit I knew I was coming to the same diner area as before but this time I saw only 2 of my friends from before and the short haired girl was gone, and, this time I saw the 2 a little before the diner area too. "hey guys" I said, they waved a bit. They were saying something like "are you having fun" and I saw the short haired girl come out of the mist that was forming and she said "Well if its not the stud!" This was a bit of a surprise and I wasn't sure she was talking to or about me, I even thought it may mean my fly is open! I looked down at my fly area and saw I was squeezing an orange stress ball but that was it. I started feeling a little shy and silly about that as she said hello to the others.
The short haired girl and I walked off so she could leave and we could say good bye. We came to a train and we said some good byes but then there was a staircase going up that had a lot of people on it and I just had to see what this was all about. We walked up it into a big long line going into a warehouse looking building. The line wound around several staircases and a girl managing the line at the top said "everyone over here move over!" We moved over into the line nearer the door. I remembered this was a large paintball shooting fest going on inside from the last time I was here.
Woke wrote down key elements.

Dream 2: The Shape
nonlucid
Some friends and I were outside a dept store in the parking lot and 2 guys who had just participated in a competition came walking towards us. One was the winner and he held a blue wire cube on a black little board as he grinned. The other guy sadly through his thing on the ground. I picked it up and looked at it, it was called The Shape and was a fluid that could change into many different shapes just by thinking it and on its own. It was like it was a part of my hand I could feel it moving into links and then tiny ropes. We when into a grocery store and the Shape as I was looking at it in my hand climbed onto a light fixture and was making all kinds of funny shapes.
This is when I remembered this dream before. The last time The Shape went up into the lights and I became frightened that the shape was going to kill everyone and ran out of the store.
Remembered this and forgot this repeatedly throughout the day.

07/20/10

I take invulnerability for granted.

I'm chasing after a kid on skis, speeding down a snow covered hill in Ixburg. Since when does Ixburg have hills, anyway?

When I get to the bottom, the kid is jumping onto the nose of a helicopter. The helicopter sways dangerously, the kid's weight moving it off balance. I'm the pilot now, trying to keep the machine on course.

I'm in my high school, in English with my eighth grade class. Our homeroom teacher says we have to get our heads in the game, as we'll be in grade twelve before we know it, and that'll be goddamn hard.

"Grade 12 was easy," I mutter.

A couple classmates look at me incredulously.

"Time travel." I shrug.

I go outside. I'm standing in the courtyard in front of the school when Mal Reynolds swoops in, shouting that we've lost Zoe - she's been kidnapped.

I call Zoe's cell, not really expecting her to pick up. The phone does get picked up, though, and I hear a male voice on the other end. We chat about kidnapping and hypothetical ways that everybody can get what they want, like our first mate back in one piece. We get along very well.

I tell Mal that he can land Serenity (the ship) on the top of the Ixburg apartment block. Wait, do my parents still live there? It's really hard for me to remember where in the timeline we are. I know that I'm dreaming, but it doesn't really register as important.

Walking along the top of the hill, I look at the horizon, and am surprised to realize that it's suddenly a lot lower. I'm walking along the cliff side of the Stawamus Chief, looking out over Squamish.

I happily run through what seems like a set freerunning route, making impossible jumps and pushing myself farther than I ever would in real life. I aim for a two-inch stick jutting up for the ground, try to land on the top -

Later, I poke around outside of a missile launch site. Some kind of shuttle is getting sent up into the air, and I'm informed via comlink that anyone outside is about to die a horrible and painful death. The countdown has already started.

I see two more people snooping around, both guys dressed in black. They seem clumsy and incompetent, and I wave at them when they finally notice me. They stalk towards me threateningly.

...three, two, one, lift off!

The air is filled with swirling shards of glass. White light burns down from above, refracted by the bloody glass and singeing the ground below.

The moment ends. The two thugs are a charred mass of bone, strewn about the untouched grass.

I wander down another hill, into an alley. I'm with a group of boys, and we've all joined up our bicycles into a chain that we've lit up with Christmas lights. Another bike speeds down the alley, lit up with neon, and I take a moment to appreciate how awesome it looks.

The boy at the front of the chain doesn't notice, though. He cuts off the neon-lit bike, and the rider crashes into the second and third bikes in the chain.

The four boys are swearing at each other, and the situation is about to escalate into violence. Calmly, I go over to the broken neon bike, and fix the chain and the broken cables. The owner notices that I'm touching his bike, and it distantly occurs to me that he might try to pick a fight with me next. I'm not worried.

The light sputters back into life.

Hills. Scare Factor: 2.

I wrote a couple interesting dreams in my handwritten journal this weekend. I'll make time to type them up sometime this week. I had a really vague string of lucid FAs, too.

ETA: "rocket launch, people die" was scribbled in the margins of my notebook. I can't believe I missed that. I bet it was exciting.