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2022 June 27th

Some bracketed in-line notes. I need to return to this dream and make some fuller notes when I feel able to, hopefully soon.

Fragment:

Something about a (dream) country relating to the Iberian peninsula. This small country is located just over the north east of the USA at where a tip of Canada would be and seems to be in-between these two countries. I see some statistic or just know that there are less than 1.5 million inhabitants. (Oddly enough, on one of the weeks after this dream, I was looking at this general region with satellite views, based on some conversations I was having with LF)

(recall gap?)

Then I'm in my native country but I'm a character that's not me exactly. I need to get to the embassy on one side of a plaza, something about a passport? It's night time and there's a large government building on one side of the plaza with a few prominent uplighting spots. Neo-classical or classical-revivalist architecture. There are police officers in the area, probably due to this building. I think one of them comes over to me when I wander more to the middle near the government-y building. The officer turns out to be a woman and I ask where the embassy is. She tries to help me but after a while of her taking me through some streets and construction sites I start to wonder if my interests are at heart.

At one point I notice some workers at a construction site giving me/us a funny look or something? Some part of me thinks that it's odd that there's construction work going on at night.

(recall gap)

Then I'm at a fancy house place. Lots of detailed cornicing and mirrors on the walls and ceilings which have some kind of abstract Greek themed theatrical show going on, it looks like it's projected but I don't see any projector and may assume that the surface is able to display something like a screen would, despite its curved contours. There's a largely classical theme. The walls and cornicing are all white and it's fairly bright in here, though there's something of a mood light thing going on, mostly cool tones.

I'm here with my cousin T and H. T's wearing some kind of cream or pink silk pyjamas and I rest my head on her crotch and I close my eyes and she pets and strokes my head. I think about how it'd be inappropriate if I became aroused and I also think about how I might not be able to help it. I hold on to or hug her leg. (Similarities to having been awake and holding H, possibly partly awake as this dream segment was happening)

Then we show her to her bed, in size it's somewhere between a single and a double and she gets upset notably upset about this. I think the room is dark/we didn't switch the lights on?



Notes:
- I'm not sure what would have been the source for the first segment in this fragment, but I can recall some years ago I had a discussion with a friend (K) on the subject of countries with lower populations.

- I feel that for some weeks now I've been having dreams that are on parallel to schemas like that of the second segment here. Dreams in which I'm not strictly speaking my normal "self" as a character and in which I have all the same type of agency, decisions and worries as I normally would. Sort of related, today (16th of July) I wrote a bit on another journal about the somewhat lengthy absence of any other inner voices or personalities and a general absence of visual imagination among other things.
-- In reality I'm not sure how frequently I've been having these dreams (of "not myself" exactly) because I haven't thought of a tag or way of categorising them, and right now I'm thinking that I should go back through my DJ a bit at some point and find out how many instances there really are and how far back do they go; it's possible that at the moment I'm just paying more attention to this particular type of schema.

- As hinted towards, I have recently had some worries/thoughts about passport renewal and sort of by extension also about travelling. Specifically, to my old home.

- T's presence in this dream follows common patterns that the rest of her appearances in have in my dreams, but I can't remember any time specifically in which she got as upset as in this dream, about the bed. As I recall, I understood in the dream that she was upset that the bed wasn't big enough. Even in the dream, the way she stroked my head reminded me of what it was like to be a child.
-- I think segments like this one in dreams call me to create a different journal with a different complexity from what I've been doing. This type of DJ simply cannot fit into it the type of analysis that some of these dreams practically seem to be demanding of me.

Trying to Locate Man of Shred (ld)

It's a long way from where I am to where I need to find him. Worth the travel, if I can ever find him. The dreamscape is vast and the circles my mind has chosen to reside in (out of necessity) make travel inefficient. A father figure leads me through the country. He takes me through a field of tall grass which is clearly a road, but without cement. We enter a village area, the houses are smaller, about the size of single room lofts. Now I'm walking along the sidewalk and viewing the homes in the area as I pass them. The sunlight is softly fading through the windowpanes; the visual is quite lovely. Most of the homes are empty, but some have potted plants along the windowsill (inside). The town is quiet and deserted. I'm pondering the reasons for the emptiness and why we're taking our time to move through the town. I have no conclusion for why we've lingered.

Home (nld & ld)

I've traveled home, without that father figure. I'm tying up loose ends and am on my way out from the dream. Right before I leave, the house beside mine produces a tone I recognize. I step out of the car to gaze up at the window it's originating. The tone I heard was very similar to a Tibetan singing bowl. I stare at the window, gaining some degree of lucidity, but the person is hiding. I think of Shred but I realize that it might be best to not proceed inward. He is calling for my attention with the tone, but there's no attempt for him to leave the house. Also, I'm on my way to the airport so there isn't enough time for me to knock on his door (I was seconds away from waking). I'll have to come back later.

Notes

I feel as though I did find him (my spirit). Sadly, my recall has been neglected as I focused attention on restoration instead of exploration. I'm hoping to flip this now that I'm feeling restored to a greater degree.

I am at a train-station.
There is snow so appears to be like wintertime, but in a weird way I know I am in a warm country where winter with snow never happen. It is a dry and warm country in reality, the winter is meaningful in some way. There is someone with me, constantly behind my back and following. Its a friend.
The country is a foreign place for me, a country far away, and we are both taking pictures with our cameras.
I have noticed that mine has a very long lens on it, and I can zoom in very far. Its an interesting function, it takes some time for me to adjust and focus the camera. But at some point I succeed.
I walk around in the train station and take photo after photo. Some are meaningless and not beautiful or interesting in any way. But every now and then I am surprised by how well a photo has turned out.
I walk to another platform, where a train has arrived. People walk out of the train and there is a lot of hustling and bustling, people everywhere. Again I take a lot of photo's.
The now empty train is soon going to a new place, so new people are going towards it to step inside and make their journey.
People come form all corners and they even walk on the train track. It appears to be a country where a lot of people with dark hair live. I am not sure which country.
I take a picture of how they walk towards and enter the train.
When I look at the screen of the camera, I am utterly amazed by the beauty of the picture. Some people, people that are on the move, appear like a blur. Others are clear and colorful. I cannot explain what it looked like, it seemed a very balanced out picture.
A flow of beautiful people leaving, on a journey. For some reason it has a significance that I do not fully grasp.

Dream 1

I was high on marijuana. I then woke up in real life and felt as though I was high, too. It may have just been tiredness, though.

Dream 2

I was on a spaceship, and it kind of looked like the Rebel ship at the beginning at Star Wars Episode 4 on the inside.

Dream 3

I was in the country. It was quite a poor area. I lived in a trailer with my family, and we were pretty poor. I then went out for a walk. I walked through town for a very long time, and eventually I came across a stadium. The stadium had a giant tented audience seat box thing (whatever they're called) around it. The tent that covered it was orange-reddish, but more orange. I went onto the box, and it was covered with hundreds of sleeping Canadian geese. I woke the geese up as I went near them.

Later on I went past the audience box thing, and I found a junk yard. This junk yard had a ton of garbage in it. There was also a track field in the middle of it, making the yard kind of shaped like a horseshoe. The area surrounding the junk yard was very forested. I entered the yard on the left side, where there was a giant structure with metal see-through floor, which lead to the audience box. I climbed over the garbage to get past the junk yard, but it was fenced on all sides except the front, so I just climbed to the other side of the entrance and went back home.

On the way home, I saw a lot of people from college. They were saying hi to me as I walked by. Eventually I got home.

Later in the day (or the next day, I can't remember) I went on another walk back to the junk yard. I got back there, and decided this time I would not climb the garbage. I just walked in, waited a few minutes, and left. It also looked like it was about to rain at this point.

As I walked out of the yard, I saw a flock of Canadian geese climbing the big metal object with the see-through floor to get into the audience box. I thought they were trying to not get wet from the rain. Then, it started raining. I started jogging home, passing by more college kids I knew. I saw a really cute girl I saw irl, and she waved to me. I waved back as I jogged home. The end.

So the dream started off normal and very ordinary. I was originally at what seemed to be a lecture hall of sorts filled with about fifty people or so. I was here with one of my convention friends, he and I simply sitting there chatting about non-important things.

Suddenly the situation begins to escalate quickly. Another girl that I vaguely knew suddenly came into the room and grabbed the hand of my friend, quickly muttering something about "needing to get out now." Not explaining anything to me, she and the other occupants of the room began exiting in a chaos almost, leaving me as the last to exit.

When I left the room the environment was absolutely different from what I expected. It suddenly appeared as a very old country town, with the majority of the homes being made of logs and old, antique wood. The first person I came across had a very demonic aura to her, and was not a face that I could fathom or recognize. Coming quickly up to me she tried grabbing at me with clawed fingers but I ran away screaming from her.

As it turns out, there was a group of these evil beings that seemed out to kill me. No matter how hard I kept hiding in different spots they kept showing up to claw at me and trying to murder me. Eventually I hid under a sort of gap between a porch and the ground, thinking I was safe. I hid here for an excruciatingly long time before another of those faces appeared before me. Realizing where I was the other creature/humanoids began circling the awning, keeping me trapped underneath. It seemed like what appeared to be a bulldozer of some sorts came up, crashing into the house and destroying the foundations. As the house started falling down upon me, I woke up from the dream.

9/7/2013, 10:10-6:07

Remembered a few dreams in the morning, forgot most of them later on. Woke up at like 5:45. I was like, "Shit." Did same mantras as last time in meditation and for a bit in bed.

Dream 1:

I remember a single story hotel.
It was shaped like an L.
It had a water tower next to it, or maybe it didn't, I couldn't tell.

I drove with my family on a two-laned highway.
We found an exit and went that way.
I eventually remember driving by myself and driving in the Sun's ray.

I got pulled over by a cop.
She made me stop
On the left side of the road and her boots went clop.

There was a town.
The houses were all brown.
I saw it and the dream went down....

Like my dream rap?

Dream 2:

Possibly a robot and a base. Maybe a tiger, too.

Dream 1: I am walking on a country road along a brown picket fence with carvings written into it.

Dream 2: Someone is flipping burgers on a red barbeque grill.

Notes for dreams so I can go back to bed:

Lots of land with bails and bails of hay, only dark.
Someone said, "If all this were mine, I would re-hole every horseshoe until they were perfect" or something like that. I saw a horseshoe with a hole in it in my minds eye.

Then I was sitting with a boy who stitched up some grey, suede leather so that it contained some RR spikes in a leather tube. I helped by banging a another spike into it so the head stayed above the leather. (I have six new RR spikes IWL). The leather tube eventually turned into a hat.

I asked him to help me stitch one for myself. He then revealed a larger black hat for me. Then it turned out to be a football, which disappointed me.

Then I had to use the bathroom. I went in and the john was really small and had no lid. As I started to take my pants down, someone disturbed me. Jesus!

At a weird party, my brother got a piece of clothing caught on the top of a door. Someone took a piece of mom's jewelry so I did too, but I decided to return it.

I Went up stairs picking up miniature pitchers along the way, then a lady picked one up and tossed it back to me.

I returned the jewelry, then it morphed into a cool gun. It was small and crude, made of wood and brass or gold. You pulled back on a stick which was connected to something so that when you pulled the trigger, the stick was released and it would hit the projectile inside. It was awesome.

Then there were a bunch of brass dishes. (Yuck, right?). I had a false memory that I grew up with it. (IWL I did grow up with similar stuff) I was putting them away, admiring the shape of some of the cups. The were like a mix between a Chinese tea cup and a soup bowl. They seemed to be the perfect size.

I was watching video of women rubbing their nipples. All of them were perfect.

I am on a ship moving through a city in India through a canal. My view then switches to third person of another ship in the canal. It is small and white and it moves very fast. It continues does the canal until it reaches a building that the canal,runs through. They enter the building and all of the people jump off who are all woman. They run up the saris onto the second floor and they become frightened of some of the people there. They run out of the mall into a parking lot where they break down in tears. Over the hill to the left of me there is a huge green statue of somebody visible.

Whiterains dream

didnt get a chance to write down earlier dreams which are now forgotten what a shame. main memorable bit was being at a fair type thing where people were showing their pets. people were surprised that i had a young trained fox. weird thing is i'd forgot my folks have gone to a country fair today

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

The location of this dream was unfamiliar to me, but I knew I was at a friend's house. This house was a bungalow, single-story, with light tan stone as the exterior with white windows and a white door. It was out somewhere in the country, placed away from a single strip of highway, connected by a smooth, slightly uphill asphalt driveway. On either side of the property were other houses, spaced generously apart, and there were tall evergreens at the sides of the yards acting like fences. It was daytime, and I knew this as the dream began, but it was as if the sky was toned down. The colors were the same as they'd be during the day, but in a darker hue, like someone had mixed the blue with black.

In the center of the driveway of the house, which two cars could drive down side-by-side, was a silver car that looked rather modern, almost like a Nissan 350z. It looked "warped", as many things do in a dream, but still realistic. It's difficult to say what exactly was warped about it.

I was standing in the driveway with a girl around the age of twenty; she was my friend, and also the person who owned the house. She told me that there was someone in the backyard with a shotgun, and that she ran out here to get my help. I must have been at the house for some while, then. But how did she think I'd be able to stop this intruder? At that moment, I became lucid, saying "yes!" and looking around. My lucidity wasn't high enough for me to remember my dream goals or act too consciously, unfortunately. Because of this I decided to just go to the backyard and apprehend the person. Losing lucidity almost as quickly as it came, I veered from going to the backyard (down the side of the house) to going up a few steps and banging on the front door. The door was solid wood that'd been painted white, and there was a fancy glass window on it, almost frosted-looking. There was darkness behind the window, and a dim yellow glow as if all the lights but one were off. The intruder had gone from being behind the house to inside the house.

The door opened quickly and I stepped back. A man (probably Mexican) was looking at me; he had a short beard and his eyes looked as if he hadn't slept in a few days. He pulled back a bit, back into the house, and then came out of the house, closing the door behind him. We were both right up against each other, and then I realized he was holding a cell phone. It was one of those chunky ones from back in the day, the ones that were the size of bricks. It was light gray in color and rather squareish.

He stared at me, shifting his weight over from one foot to the other. He then held the phone out towards me, looking at it and then back at me. "Take it," he told me in a fairly dark and heavy voice. The last thing I remember is staring down at the phone, becoming lucid, and then waking up. I DEILDed into another dream.