8th August 2020 8:30 Fragment (DFLN thread): Recall faded somewhat. Left too long before deciding to type. Was underwater, felt something like Conan:Exiles but overall it was a mixture of different things. (nice and specific as always... ) A cutscene of an event? Something about having a wee, or reproducing? A giant blue or dark teal female-like character had phallic tentacles from their genital area and they wrapped them around me or my character and left some kind of "seed". (my visual recall of this seems to have faded, but I remember it was quite distinct) Then something similar happened again? But with a different creature. Then I remember being equally big and trying to protect some smaller spawn. A wave of zeds from KF appeared and I used my giant arms to simply swat them away as they swam closer? Some other part, going up in a lift in a rush after escaping while fighting. Remember using a shotgun in a first-person mode. As the lift made a stop, there was a character. A deer, or half-deer. Something about the hooves was important? I remember a divinely glow of some kind behind the character... But not sure now. Then, further along, inside a gigantic tree that had been planted earlier (when?) but could sort of see inside out or something when looking up, weird perspective stuff. A bit cinematic-y. Fragment: Drawing on tablet? 8th August 2020 10:10 Fragment: In the old kitchen at the old home. Something about mom making a deal, or promise? With me, or with dad, who was also in the room. There's some cooking going on, I was making something soupy, or sauce-like. In an earlier part of the dream, playing with H in some GTA or SR-like game. I remember using a very large tank that took up two lanes, and then eventually simply decided to spawn or summon a jet, like one from JC3, but I got a fighter by accident instead of a bomber like I meant to, but I just carried on and got in it. Went over some restricted zone and started shooting at generic henchmen. I remember a city and a lot of water. Maybe a bit futuristic. Fragment: Mixed/incomplete recall. My cousin T ate some little sweet thing. It did something to her behaviour and I think her sister was there too. Something about me babysitting or taking care of them? Weird dream place, vivid-ish colours. Notes: - For a while now me and H have been playing KF2 on and off together, the zeds were probably just a leak-through of that. But I haven't really played C:E in forever, but have thought about it. - Not sure what was the specific source for the giant characters. Need to make mental note to look through old sketches. - The deer character was an unusual appearance. I think it was partly precipitated by the interactions I've had with Occipitalred here on DV. Deer-type animals are not the type I give a lot of conscious attention, though I did paint a deer character some six weeks ago (at the time of writing this). - The "mistake" of summoning the wrong jet is of particular significance for me because in JC3 I got very used to flying the more sluggish bomber and really pushing it to its limits.
Updated 09-01-2020 at 02:00 PM by 95293
Morning of May 5, 2017. Friday. I am in an unfamiliar forest setting and I feel good about the imagery and location. Over time, two deer are ready to engage in a fight. There is a raccoon that is apparently some sort of referee that stands on the sidelines like a person (that is, upright on his hind legs). He seems like a real raccoon otherwise. He is standing between what looks like two wooden “walls”, possibly of natural design. The deer headbutt each other and soon become like a sideways tornado, with hardly any discernible imagery other than swirls of color. An oversized raccoon tail appears in the swirling imagery, which could be an additional raccoon that had been closer to the deer and got caught up in their ruckus. The deer fight within their whirlwind until there is no sign that they are still there. The raccoon referee stands without moving, looking at the spot they had vanished from, apparently having disintegrated each other. There is the usual feeling of waking symbolism, a bit more accelerated than usual, and a slight sense of amusement and clarity. The deer vanishing is a waking prompt caused by my sudden lucidity, where dream features are more easily quickly rendered or dissolved, though I did not deliberately create this effect with my conscious mind (as it was automatic).
Morning of August 7, 2015. Friday. This was an atypical extraordinary dream that was quite long and exhausting. I can only relate some scenes as much of it was abstract. In one part of my dream, my wife Zsuzsanna (though at a much younger age before we met) seemed to be oddly played by the role of a white female; actress Mary Beth McDonough. After a time, she is more like a composite. As most people have learned over time from my extensive online journal, it is ludicrous that anyone other than the dreamer could associate or “interpret” anything in his or her dream. The idea is so preposterous (not to mention disturbing) that I could fill an entire book with how wrong this concept is. In fact, this tiny little facet of just one dream proves that. No one but me could possibly relate why this dream facet manifested. It is because of one minor association between my wife and Mary Beth McDonough that only I could know, that being the deer symbol. This is because both my wife and her had photographs taken of feeding and petting a deer around the same age, and that is obviously the first thing that comes to mind for me. No one but me could decode the next scene, either. Over time, I am concerned about this character’s safety. Her “parents” (though they seem completely unfamiliar) talk to me about her future and for a time, it almost seems as if I am the father. The male is dressed as in the painting “My Father Was Big As A Tree” from 1955 and does not remove his hat. Something happens to where her fake father seems to be causing her trouble or preventing her spiritual growth by preaching some form of skewed Christianity. She sits on the couch with her arms folded much of the time. I begin to develop a special discernment that I cannot call lucidity, because I am not lucid. I tell the male that it is impossible for him to alter the destiny of a master since the patterns exist in the world itself. I become angry. In this way as if noticing me as who I am for the first time (related to any faux back story), he seems to see me in a different light as I feel, for whatever reason, that I need to protect the actress (who is looking more like my wife-to-be). I feel an exhausting level of energy and blow out towards him as he shouts “Manny! Manny!” to his wife, and he transforms into a butterfly under my will as he escapes through the front open doorway of the unfamiliar residence. I expect him to not make it across the front yard. “That girl was ta…” (thunder). Police cars take my schoolmate away. I want to live in the sky, away from humanity and those who so effortlessly prey on the innocent without remorse..and all the while playing the victim. I saw the signs and no one ever listened. No one ever does. From here, I reach down and feel my left leg and notice it has transformed into a deer’s leg and I can clearly feel the foot. It seems very intriguing and vivid and I brush over the fur on my left leg. My wife is herself again and I am once again thankful that no other path would ever have given me life. I then see myself in a painting where I am separated from humanity by a gulf that will always be reflected in “Alien Child” (as the original artist apparently saw himself). The painting “Alien Child” burns and so does “Hostile Butterflies”. Only I know…
Morning of April 12, 2015. Sunday. This is a very atypical dream, and unlike most of my dreams, it is difficult to trace any reasonable associations or present-life relative context of any kind. Although it is impersonal and I do not seem a direct part of it, it is still somewhat stressful. For some reason, a younger unknown couple (male and female, not known if they are married) is in a basement or at least an area under the floor of some sort of small store. The room they are in is not big enough to stand in, probably only about three feet from floor to ceiling, thus the task must be completed while lying down. An older unknown male brings a deer carcass into the store, although it is mostly the outer part. He puts it down into the “basement” and the woman is told that the skin must be ready by a certain time, probably about three hours, or they will both be killed (apparently shot with his rifle). Over time, with difficulty, the female finishes without any help from the male. There is a bit of conversation and drama though I do not recall all of it. I am present, but not physically uncomfortable in the small room, probably disembodied in my perspective, in some sort of abstract or ethereal form. From here, the man releases them, seeming in a cheerful mood, and is then seen in a drastic scene-change in the Loomis Street backyard with the deerskin lying flat on the ground (though he is walking away from it, though may come back and get it later) and the couple remain uninjured. I get the sense that this was some sort of mean trick, as he had never planned to kill them. The only thing I can even vaguely link to this is recently seeing a random tattoo show (I do not watch much television) where a female tattoo artist had to complete her jaguar tattoo, I think, but did not finish it (though was still not the one chosen to leave by the judges). It may be related to being forced to make warmer clothes for the coming winter to avoid becoming too cold (since it is seemingly taking place in Wisconsin), though that is only a guess. Other than that, it remains an impersonal atypical sequence.
Here’s a couple of Dream Induced Lucid Dreams (DILDS): I was standing in a room, which I didn’t recognize, beside my father in-law’s cousin, who’s currently very sick in the hospital with cancer (in waking life). Seeing him standing there made me instantly lucid. A few seconds later my vision started to fade, and I tried spinning, but I woke up. In this second dream, I was laying in the box of my pick-up truck, at night, staring up at a light standard. Then a doe, a deer (a female deer) peaked it’s head up over the edge of the right hand, rear fender and stared at me. I tried to ignore it, but it just kept staring. I found this a bit irritating, so I looked at the dang thing and said, “Why don’t you get lost, and go bother somebody else!” Instantly, the deer turned into a beautiful, long haired, blonde woman, who I didn’t recognize! She had this look of sadness and insult on her face from what I said, and she immediately turned around and walked away. Seeing a deer transform into a beautiful woman made me think that maybe this is a dream. Hmmm, then boom, I was lucid! I quickly stood up in the truck box and saw the woman walking around the park car beside me. I then realized I was at my home town’s shopping mall. I remembered my dream intent to meet with my daughter, so I said, “Hey, please find my Daughter, and I tell her I’m looking for her!” Well, quite unexpectedly, the woman spun around with excitement and happiness all over her face, and she came running right up to the side of the truck box and reached both her arms up towards me! So I kneeled down, leaned forward, and hugged her, and then she gave me a big kiss on the lips, but then woke from all the excitement. Wonder who she was?
Morning of November 28, 2013. Thursday. In the first part of my dream, I am in the shed on Loomis Street, but it seems much bigger and aligned in a different direction (perpendicular to its actual location). Apparently, I had just successfully shot two large male deer with little effort with a bow and arrow. I vaguely remember the details as a supposed backstory, but it becomes clearer when my brother-in-law Bob and I are talking about brand names involved in two different methods of hunting as we are walking from the shed (apparently having dressed and stored the deer in his freezer). There seems to be a continuous mix-up of which company makes the best bows and arrows and which makes the best rifles. It is almost like a comedy routine in knowing which is which. There are also a couple sarcastic remarks about some of the hunters using BB guns. (In real life years ago, I had told a factory foreman as I was working on an assembly line, who had asked about what kind of rifle my brother-in-law used, that Bob got his biggest deer with a Daisy, which is mostly known for BB guns. He looked at me strangely. I guess he did not appreciate my deadpan humor.) Bob and I are going back out, mostly for me to only watch his attempts and perhaps to help as I walk behind him to his right. We walk the entire way. We have regular bows and arrows, not crossbows, and I sort of wonder about this for some time. (My brother Earl and his wife - in fact he met her there - worked at a place that made bows and arrows - Outers Laboratories, Inc.) We reach an area going uphill. We are walking up a long pathway that has seemingly been used for vehicles only rarely. To our left is a thicker, almost impenetrable forest, with sparse rock features. To the right is mostly an open plain with a row of larger trees along the pathway and only minor rock features. In the distance are large hills, perhaps mountains. I am not sure where we are, but there is a heightened feeling of clarity and joy, almost a sense of love and boundless freedom. Near each tree is a very large male deer facing the pathway, with their head and neck and front legs visible. I am wondering if my brother-in-law will be able to get them (though he is apparently allowed only two), but I soon feel confident about his success. Farther to the right, in the more open area, is a large mountain lion (cougar) that neither seems to be a threat nor even seems to notice us (and is only casually glancing at the many deer). I focus on how the deer may or may not move away upon approach, depending partly on the mountain lion’s activity and which direction he goes. I slowly wake as we are walking along, feeling very at ease and relaxed. This dream was at least partly influenced by a foundational scripting, “I unfold my map of my best future”. Still, it has been twenty years since I went anywhere with Bob. I take it to mean something positive, that is, possible abundance, potential success (at least in surviving in a decent way, more than many I know of), and only potential danger if willfully approaching something of that nature (the mountain lion). The deer could not escape across to the other side (the forest seemingly being too dense) and they did not want to go in the direction of the mountain lion, and they were there closest to us (available nourishment or power), and I had considered if they were somehow “stuck”. This part of my dream seemed partly prescient due to the fact that a poster on the main dream journal site told me of an event where a deer had become entangled (though she referred to it as synchronicity, which I have otherwise experienced continuously throughout my life since early childhood).
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Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid Lucid #166: The Melatonin Tunnels I'm walking along an underground tunnel that looks a bit like a subway station. For some reason, melatonin is tightly and suspiciously regulated in this world and I've just gotten the license to take some. I'm vaguely aware that I hope this will make me have a lucid dream. I'm passing by a bunch of ticket windows where old, serious-looking men stare out at me. I'm nervous that I've done something wrong, but I'm so excited about my melatonin privileges that I don't worry too much about it. I see Wife up ahead and I wave hugely to her. She looks a little embarrassed by how excited I am. "I took some melatonin!" I shout to her. "Very good, sweetie," she says in a much quieter voice, cutting her eyes from side to side in embarrassment. I'm very excited about the possibility of a lucid, which makes me realize that I'm having one right now. I say something to Wife indicating that it worked and she nods, smiling slightly. She leads me down the tunnel through a door into what looks like a cafeteria with folding tables laid out. Wife's extremely purposeful and is taking me through what seems to be a mandatory process, so I go with it. We stop at a table and there's some kind of form we're supposed to fill out. But Wife just briefly lays her hand down on the form, leaving a little Wife hand-print on there and she's apparently all done. I do the same and we move past the table. We pass through a doorway into a room that looks a little like my new office. Waiting to greet us near a desk is an attractive woman in her late 20s, Asian, with glasses and a vaguely librarian sort of look. She says a few things about melatonin, showing us a piece of metal pipe where melatonin apparently grows naturally and can be harvested from. She's very friendly and cute and I begin vaguely wondering whether she and Wife would be interested in any sexytime. The line moves on before I can figure this out, though, and we proceed into a tunnel of stone blocks. As we're walking along, the tunnel becomes crowded with a flood of running girls and young women, all chattering excitedly and moving toward a huge wicker basket that's sitting in the center of a nearby room. The girls elbow roughly past me as they move toward whatever's in that basket, and I become incredibly curious about what's in there. By the time I get to the basket, Wife has disappeared into the crowd. The basket is filled with little handheld video game consoles, so I grab one. I work my way out through the crowd of girls as they continue pulling these little handhelds out of this apparently-bottomless basket, each of them running off excitedly as they grab one. I stare at my little handheld and it comes on. There's a picture of a cartoonish lizard with its tongue sticking out. The text on the screen keeps shifting, but it seems to be accusing me of breaking some kind of game rule. The word choice is so strange and keeps shifting so much that it's hard to be sure. I assume that the problem is that this handheld is for girls and dudes are not supposed to use it. But too bad, I got one, it's my dream, and I'm playing it. The screen shifts to the image of a handful of deer playing in a gently-flowing stream. It looks like a beautiful scene and I get the sense that it's taking place somewhere high in the hills. I remember Nyx and Xanous talking about moving into the image of a television so I bring the handheld super close to my face and try to make myself a part of the scene. No matter what I do, though, I can't seem to get rid of the border that defines the edge of the screen. The image is up close and very vivid but that border starts driving me nuts. I really try this for a while. I feel like I'm close but know that I'm not getting some part of what I ought to be doing and the dream ends before I can figure it out.
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Don't remember much at all now, but there was a part where I was in the area between the outside front door and the inside front door at the middle school I used to go to, except the place was much bigger. Outside and inside there were many deer, mostly does. I warn people not to be rambunctious around them, especially the bucks, since even deer can be dangerous when threatened. At some point Spock was with me for a short time, but I'm not sure if it was then or some other time. Later, I'm in a rain forest-type area, and smeagol is being very possessive of an oblong coconut, but I want the coconut, so I take it and convince him to instead focus on a large, oblong mango.
FREAK DEER AND SUPER SHOUT I barely remember the dream before this point but it was awesome. We were at my old house from two years ago and my old dog was even there. There were some strange raccoons in the backyard and my dad shot one and the rest ran off. These weren't raccoons, they were freak deer with raccoon shaped things on their heads. The raccoon parts of their heads are near useless and made no sense. When we walked out in the open some more came out into the open and right about then, I realized I was dreaming. LUCID DREAMING! Then a fawn came up to me and I yelled, " FALCON, KICK!!!!!" and kicked it and it flew, FAR. I guess the mom of that fawn was pissed, because a big freak deer came toward me. It had its huge sheep-like teeth showing and would stay 2 feet from me and block my way when I wanted to walk somewhere. I then sucked in all the air I could and then yelled, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! !!" and made this mega shout that made trees push back, bird feeders fly, and most importantly, that deer flew over the woods! After that, I flew straight up to observe the landscape around me. I flew above the clouds and there were two mountains off in the distance that had a roller coaster around them. I saw lots of tall buildings with neon lights, floating islands, hills and landscape, and random street signs floating around. I turned around and flew a different direction and there were streets and traffic lights above the clouds and then everything started fading and I woke up.
Good morning, everybody. Dream #1 It was a hot day. I was walking up a slope in a desert forest. The soil was grey and dry. There were pine trees, well-spaced, and shrubs and boulders. I somehow sensed an animal stirring behind me. I looked over my shoulder to see an animal I first thought of as a deer starting up from behind a boulder. The deer seemed to be afraid of me, so that it wouldn't move. So I turned around and walked away, hoping to calm the animal. The deer now rushed out from behind the boulder and past me, coming a little close. It was probably still afraid of me. It scared me a little, too. It was very big. I now thought of it as an elk, even though it was colored like a deer. I now turned to my left and was walking toward a path or road. There were no trees in this area, and the sun was bright. From behind a smaller boulder sprung another deer-like animal. This one was dark mahogany, almost like an elk. But it only came up to my waist. The little animal was really friendly. So I decided to pet it. It began licking me. But then it got too clingy with me. It began kissing and sucking my hand. I couldn't escape from the animal. It almost seemed to be coiling around me. And it was slobbering all over me. I knew people said that wild animals with rabies first act really friendly with people. I wondered if this animal had rabies. If it did, and it was slobbering all over me, if was probably exposing me to rabies. I managed to free myself from the animal. I was now on the path. There were a black man and woman on the path with me. Off to my left was a small, nice, wooden bridge that overlooked a wide, shimmering valley or gleaming lake. The woman was telling me how she was poor and hungry. She was trying to get me to give her money so she could get some food. But I had a feeling that she only wanted to feel me out to see if she could use me to get a lot of money. But the man told the woman to stop complaining and to get onto assistance. The man said that where we were, in South Africa (?), people could get really good food assistance. Dream #2 I was watching a true-crime TV show, kind of like "Unsolved Mysteries," probably with my family. The segment was about some woman who had been murdered by her boyfriend. The murder was pretty gruesome. But, for some reason, what struck me more was how irresponsible and neglectful the woman had been in her life. I took as a sign of this the woman's obsession with collecting little "cute" toys. One of these toys stood up on a bookshelf. It was a little, black rabbit. I somehow knew that the rabbit was controlled by a stylus, as if it were something like a touch-screen Game Boy. I was standing -- somewhere -- with my sister. I was showing her that I knew how to play with these "cute" animals as well. The "cute" animal was basically a screen like an iPad screen, surrounded with white fur. I was now walking around outside with a tall, fattish white man. The man had stubbly cheeks and wore a baseball cap and a too-tight, pale yellow t-shirt. We were walking through some small mountain town that looked partly lke an old western town and partly like a modern town. The man and I were crossing some bridge from one section of town to another. After that we walked up a hill of buildings that kind of looked like Old West buildings. I was telling the man about my job. The man said that my job sounded pretty good. I started to worry that the man would think I was bragging and either try to cut me down or take my job away. So I thought I should tone down my enthusiasm. I told the man that the job was good for somebody like me because it was a project that was just starting out. It was good for people like me who had volatile emotions. I found it physically hard to say "volatile emotions." The man asked me what I meant. I explained -- while shrouding my head with a towel (???) -- that I could suddenly get angry really easily. I was still talking to the man when he veered us into some building that looked partly like an Old West saloon and partly like a modern cafe. I hadn't even quite realized we'd gone inside. The man veered off to the left and left me behind. He told me he wasn't trying to avoid me. But he just had something important to take care of. He went to the counter. I stood around for a bit, then decided that maybe I should get something while I was here. But I needed to get money first. So I went to an ATM just to the right of the counter. Just to the right of the ATM was a table at which sat three ladies. The ladies were all dressed like from the Old West. I felt like I owed the ladies something. So it didn't seem right that I should be getting money out of the ATM right in front of them. The man walked over to the table and I followed. Apparently the man and I had done something for the ladies. Now the man was looking for our repayment. The head lady addressed the man. The lady was tall and stately, with a firm, shapely figure. She wore a dress with red and maroon stripes, a corset-like waist, and puffed-out sleeves. She had her greying hair up in a very fancy coiffure. The lady handed us two tickets as repayment. I looked at my ticket. It was white with peach-pink writing. It said that it was good for any one sporting event, anywhere in the world, at any time. The woman said she had discussed our repayment with her lawyer, and that this type of repayment balanced being the best for us and the most convenient for her. And since she'd discussed it with her lawyer, it was legally protected. So we shouldn't try to fight her for any other type of repayment -- such as, I guess, the money we'd probably expected. The man and I walked away. We were probably back outside. The man was disappointed at first. But then he said that this gift was actually good, and quite a feminine gift, because it balanced the boyish and adult sides of a man. I thought the gift was cheap, and I couldn't figure out why the man seemed satisfied with it. But, either as or after I woke, I began to realize that I could go to any sporting event in the world, at any time. I began trying to decide what sporting event I would go to.
2:59am: i had somehow acquired a brown horse. i rode the horse while walking my dog, who wasn’t frightened of it like she is with horses in real life. in this dream i was living with my boyfriend, so the walking we did was in his neighborhood as opposed to mine. for some reason i decided to make Twitter accounts for both the horse and my dog. after i write this one down i fall back asleep. ?am: i was watching a new episode of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. there was an invasion of dragons in Ponyville, who lived in normal modern-day houses and some wore modern clothes. Discord came back as well, and when the mane 6 attempted to confront him, he put Rarity and Twilight to sleep and made Rainbow Dash retarded. Rarity and Twilight, not yet fully asleep but very groggy, stagger back to the library where they decide that taking a bath might help, but they collapse on the floor before they can get into the bathtub. meanwhile Fluttershy was attempting to stand up to one of the dragons. somewhere between 5:30am-6am: i was walking my dog through the apartment complex next to my neighborhood like i usually do. we stop when we hear a strange, faint trilling sound. suddenly two male deer come rushing around a building straight for us. we duck out of the way and they stop in a grassy area behind where we were originally standing. the sound repeats; and two female deer also almost trample us to join the males. a few seconds later their handlers appear (the ones who were making the sound to attract the deer), a man and a woman, and begin showing off the deer to interested bystanders. i reach out and begin stroking one of the deer’s fur, and it rears up on its hind legs and wraps its front legs around my waist. i think that its hugging me and say so; one of the handlers then tells me that its trying to dominance mount me. i leave and am now walking along the dirt path alongside the drainage ditch that separates my neighborhood from the apartment complex. i run into one of my coworkers who is also walking her dogs (which she doesn’t have in real life), a very small black chubby dog and a medium-sized black/white/brown dog that behaves aggressively around Angel. i ask my coworker if she knew who the deer handlers were. she doesn’t but does know that they usually bring llamas to the apartments to show off and entertain people with instead of deer.
mon January 9th 2012 23:00-08:00 Relaxation, breathing, mantras. The following are probably the most out of the ordinary dreams I've had since I started this journal. 1. Can't remember this one. But I'm positive I remembered it at some point, since I tried to recall both the first and the second dream. 2. Me, some girl and some boy are getting on our horses to get a Coca-Cola in a saloon on the hill. We're still small children (I'm 18 now and never ridden a big horse either). So we arrive at the saloon and the barkeep starts pouring the first Coke for my friend, I really feel like drinking one too. But I realise I didn't bring (enough) money. So they're looking at me, sipping their drinks. I decide to go back and fetch my money. But my friends tell me not to, since there are a couple of evil men on their horses outside, waiting to rob children riding solo through the land. Across the street I see a beer brewery, it has a sign with the name on it. There's a man and a woman. The man says something about getting something fixed, so he can start his brew again. He has the first batch in a glass already: a yellowish, troubly drink with a tiny foam layer on top. I really feel like trying one. 3. I'm standing on top of a skate ramp with someone else (maybe my brother - it's someone small, that I feel I need to protect so they're standing behind me). The ramp is a mix between a half pipe and curved slide. I believe at some point it even seemed to have that red glossy look. Some person (who seems to be my buddy) is going back and forth on the ramp trying to make speed. Every time he turns in the corners, it makes a squeeky sound. I see we are surrounded by woods, so I tell him to do whatever he wants faster, before some animal shows up. After I mention this, sure enough, a little deer shows up. He is poking his head through the bushes along the side of the ramp. My friend says he will "fix it" and he goes into the woods. He comes back with a bear , the deer gets scared and starts to charge towards me. It's trying to hit me with it's goatlike horns while I try to grab them. Really fun dreams actually. The scenery was much stronger than usual and I'm on my way to remembering 2+ dreams! Let's hope it keeps evolving like this.
Good morning, everybody. Dream #1 A view of some area almost like a tarmac, though with no visible airport. A building more like an apartment complex stood off in the distance and to the left. Some structure like the shelter for a train stop was in the foregroung. On the concrete ground lay four or five people, living or dead, face down. They all seemed to be adult men. They weren't wearing any shirts, and their pants looked like pajama pants. The men were all really skinny and pale. A military man, a white man in a green, official-looking uniform and a round, hard helmet, stood at the right end of the row of bodies. Two soldiers stood on the left end. The two soldiers may have been holding up another one of these emaciated men. The man probably wasn't old, but his face looked old. The soldiers let the man go. The leading military man told the man that if he complied, he'd be let go, so that he shouldn't be afraid, and he should just lie down by the rest of the men. As the man did this, the leading military man may have shot him in the stomach. A narrator's voice came on saying that during the years of (World War Two?) this was the way of life for many male college students in America. They would be taken to these camps and put through all kinds of torture. They'd be promised freedom, but it would only lead to more torture. There were now scene of military people driving around on this tarmac-like area in civilian 1970s-style cars. The military people would drive over camp inmates who had been laid down on the road. The inmate's emaciated bodies would generally split right open. One scene showed how at least the top half of an inmate got caught in the back right wheel-well of one car, or actually got stuck to the wheel itself, so that it was just thudding along with the car. The narrator's voice said that these camps had all been part of a CIA mind control experiment. Part of the experiment had been to see how much the prisoners could take. But the main part was to see how far they could brainwash the soldiers to do any cruel, or even absurd, thing. Another scene showed soldiers in some green-walled area that looked partly like an airplane hangar or garage and partly like a 1950s-style diner. A leading military man stood off to the right. A row of prisoners lay on the ground. And two soldiers stood over the prisoners. Again, the prisoners may have been dead, but I could't tell. The two soldiers were pacing back and forth, pointing vanilla ice cream cones at the prisoners' backs. The soldiers were acting like they had convinced the prisoners that they were only going to threaten them with the ice cream cones as long as they played along. But they really were going to shoot them. Or the soldiers may possibly have thought they really had guns, while they only had ice cream cones. Dream #2 I was out with somebody else in a grassy clearing in the wilderness. We were doing something like consulting somebody about getting the person's car fixed. It seemed like this was going to take a while, so I decided to go for a walk. I walked down a small slope on a dirt path. The path was well maintained and smooth. The soil was a pleasant shade of brown. On either side of me was tall, deeply green grass with some glimmers of orange or tan grass. To my left the land sloped down a bit. To my right, it sloped up a bit. It was late afternoon, and the sky was silvery-blue, getting dim. For some reason I looked behind me, as if I'd expected to see something. I did. A deer seemed to be peeking its head out from the tall grass. Either I'd startled it or it wanted to cross the path but was waiting until I was no longer looking at it. The deer's head was huge -- like the deer was twice as big as a normal deer. Either this deer or another deer now walked out onto the path and slightly up the slope. This deer was normal sized. But her coat had traces of green and orange in it, as if to help her blend in with the grass. And she had a huge cone coming out of the back of her head. The cone looked like the rest of the deer's body, but it was as big as a giraffe's neck! I turned around and continued walking along the path. The slope up to my right was pretty gentle, and I could just see over it. It appeared that there was a road just past the slope. On the other side of the road a group of animals stood just at the edge of a dense stand of trees. These animals looked at first like deer to me. But they were a bit too big-bodied. I then assumed they must be elk. But their coats were largely white, with cloudings and splotches of red-brown fur. The slope seemed much steeper now, so that it was much harder for me to see the "elk." It seemed like the elk wanted to cross the street, but that they were afraid to cross while I was around. I called to the elk in a high, kind of motherly voice, hoping that would make them less afraid. But I then felt that if they felt threatened by my heightened activity, they'd stampede. I felt like they might stampede anyway, so I was trying to get past this area quickly. But I didn't know how wide this herd was -- herds of elk could be huge, I thought. It was also getting harder for me to walk. For a moment I thought I would get off the path altogether, go up the slope so I could see how many elk I was dealing with. But the path had become a trench, kind of difficult to get out of. I worried that the elk would stampede and trap me in the trench, trampling me to death. I thought I had to get out of this trench right away. But now the trench had gotten even deeper, maybe 4 meters deep, with flat-vertical walls. There was no way I could get out. But I thought the narrowness of the trench might now save me: the elk might just jump over. Dream #3 I was walking through some kind of gigantic warehouse. The warehouse had tons of rooms. The rooms were all huge, like aisles ina big box warehouse, like a Sam's Club. There were shelves, all filled with both boxes and clear, plastic containers. The boxes and containers were all about a meter long and half a meter wide and deep. I knew that every resident in an apartment complex was being moved out. They were all probably being moved to another specific apartment complex. Each resident (i.e. every person in each household) had been given one cardboard box and one clear plastic container. Everything each individual wanted to take had to fit into his two containers. For some reason I imagined a litte, Mexican girl and her brother running happily around their house, figuring out what stuff they wanted to take with them. All the families were now packed up. The boxes were all in the storage area. And at some point all this stuff would be moved to the new apartment complex. I walked around a bit, looking in through the sides of the clear, plastic containers. I didn't see anything of interest. The boxes and plastic containers had all been set really haphazardly on the shelves. Some of them weren't even set right side up. Dream #4 A young, blonde boy with slightly tanned skin was in some place like a warehouse or factory. The boy had kind of warped himself here. He had discovered a time machine, which wasn't exactly a time machine, but something more like a dimensional warp machine. The boy had warped himself into a dimension like earth, concurrent with a different time on earth, but with some different physical laws. But the boy was using the physical laws here to help change things for the better in his own dimension. But the boy was slightly worried. It seemed like some of the stuff he was doing here to benefit his own dimension was actually hurting this dimension. But, then, he didn't seem to care. He took a kind of troublemaker attitude and revelled in messing things up. The boy ran around the factory. There were rows of boxes, huge pipes, vats, and other mechanisms. There were also some kind of mechanical pits that the boy would occasionally jump into and out of. The only effect I could see the boy having on this place was that whenever he acted with "too much energy," he left bright green and bright pink tracers or shadows or silhouettes of himself in the area. Sometimes these tracers were slimy. But these tracers had the effect of tearing through reality. This could destroy both this and the boy's dimensions. There was then another scene, unrelated to the boy. I don't remember anything about it. The scene then returned to the factory the boy had been in. The boy was no longer there. He may now have been a man. But the man had gone back to his own dimension. A woman remarked that the man could, however, accidentally be brought back to this dimension, which would be dangerous for him. The woman, some kind of Xena-like Amazon Queen, now stood in a blue, temple-like room with a man who sort of looked like an evil wizard. The two stood before a wall that had sloping-up shapes in them, like the upward sloping of a huge organ. In the center of this was a round, dark doorway. This was a "time machine." The woman and the man spoke about how it was good that the humans had decided no longer to use the time machine. As they spoke, the view of them became a view from a television screen. My view was in a dark living room. It seemed to be backing and backing away from the screen, until it was finally in my body again. I was sitting on the floor, with my back against a couch. The couch may have had a plushy, pale beige fabric. But it may have been covered over with a white sheet. I was now sitting up on the couch. My old friends R and L were laying together on the top edge of the couch, leaning against the wall against which the couch was set. L (a woman) commented that she thought it was good that the humans and the people from the other dimension were learning how to cooperate using the time machine technology. R (a man) said, "No way! If I were the people from the other dimension, I'd act like a Mock (or Lock), like in the book The Time Machine! I'd just act like a beast to that time machine, and bam! bam! break it up!" As R said "bam! bam!" he slammed his arm down twice on my face. He slammed my nose really hard, leaving it hurt and stinging. I was about to yell, "What the hell are you doing?" But I calmed down immediately. I knew if I yelled, R would just act like he didn't know why I was so mad. I turned around to R, who was wrapped up to his face in a white sheet with L. I got right in his face and very calmly said, "I know you meant to do that. You meant to hit me in the face. You meant to be an asshole." R very calmly looked at me. He said, "You're right. I did mean to do it to you. And you know what? From this day on, I'm just going to be a terrible person to you." I said, "Oh. Okay." I knew I was living here with R and L. So I figured I'd have to get out of here as soon as possible, hopefully even by the coming day. I started working through my thoughts, while still looking at R, trying to figure out how I could get rid of everything I didn't need, and how to move everything I needed as efficiently as possible. I couldn't believe how young R looked, as young as he looked when I first met him, sixteen years ago!
Windhover's Dream 1 - I was at the street in front of my house. across the road, I saw Katsuno walking toward me... I dont remember his face. he introduced me a lucid technique, called 'perverted technique', and I'm like wut? perverted? he said if I try flying at the end of my 'work', I can fly. I dont know I got to the building, but I was at the 3rd floor of white office building; I was working with some kind of banking account, wearing black suit. there was big veranda in front of my office; I saw enormous blue sea near the building and some yachts and huge boats. I felt my 'work' here is done, so I went out to the veranda, see if I can really fly. here at this point I kinda knew it was a dream but I never got lucid.. and I could fly. I was a bit scared to jump of the veranda porch, but with excitement, I jumped high and I flew away. 2 - I was with my brother and a beach. the ocean was dark-green-blue. there was a small grey brick-wall near me and some vibrant flowers. I took some photographs with a digital camera, but when I tried to take it the image of photo was took to the left or right. I got a little frustrated that the photo didnt come out the way I wanted. scene jumped I was with my family at a mountain. I tried to take a picture of a deer, an yellow bird. again the picture came out different.
I was over my friend's house. I went inside to get ice pops. We were playing catch with a plastic deer, who's tail broke off. We went into the living room and played ps2. It was a modded console with a custom controller. We played some fighting game in Japanese with pretty much every character in the world. I chose Tsuna and Spanner from KHR. For some reason Tsuna was replaced with Mario. after that my mom came to pick me and my cousin up (when did she get there?). We went to a huge department store. We went through the back and walked up lots of stairs. At the top I realized I was alone. The room was painted gold with pillars and had a bright red carpet. There were a lot of girls in bunny suits. A blonde lady grabbed me by the arm and told me to get dressed. The costume (although embarrassing) was surprisingly comfortable. She made us practice for a photoshoot or something. It took hours. I even had to spike up my hair in a weird way. She made us smile in like fifty different ways and practice posing. After we were done some of the girls left the room and there were only two left and me. One of the girls got a text message telling her to turn on the TV in the room. We did and saw that the ones who left were already on a stage performing without us. The blonde lady set this whole thing up. We were pissed, and wanted our revenge. We walked out of the building and around to the back of the stage. We walked on while the others were still dancing as if it were part of the show. I wish I could've seen that blonde lady's face when we started dancing like idiots in front of the whole crowd. After the number was done we all walked back inside. There was a chalkboard set up with sliders set to the words "performance: BAD." I knew it was our group of 3 who caused this. The three of us took our suits of and slammed them to the ground. I walked out the front door. It was the middle of a winter night outside the building. As I was walking I met up with an old man. He seemed very afraid of something. I walked with him for a while, telling him that I had no parents (lie, for some reason). He showed me his stamp and eraser collection. I don't know why but I was all shocked and amazed when he showed it to me.
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