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Had several other dreams early on but cannot now recall, I tried to use a technique to remember them but gone.

D1 - Had one dream where I thought I was dreaming and had just been in a meeting room but something was wrong. i dreamt that I went back into the dream to change something. But it was a dream

Tried to WILD but just found myself in dream, don't remember any vibrations or anything.
D2 - Went up to hobbits round front door and I kind of got stuck there for a while, I was totally phased by how the door opened. Did it open like a notmal door or did it open in the middle like two half circles or best of all I decided open into the hillside by rolling, like a slidy door. with the door rolling round and round, and back, cool!
On entering the house I was immediatley drawn to the kitchen to the left of the main hallway. I went to peek in the kitchen door and that was as far as I got. The kitchen looked nice, wooden shelves with stuff on them, and shafts of sunlight. But completely incongruous to all I had expected there was a motorcycle lite by the shaft of light Oo wt...worse still was to befall my eyes on the old fashioned silver and black motorbyke was a dog, a sheep dog :/ what has the world come too
There was much activity in the kitchen, I know not what of but I left, in disgust and woke myself up outta there.
I woke up and tried again.
This time I was out in a field of thick high corn near a path, and there was Sam Gamgee or so I imagined. (In what I remember of the hobbit he had been collecting vegetables and took them back round to the house so I tried following him). I could only see the back of Sam, if that's who he was.
He sure enough went back to the Frodo's house (?) but instead of being able to enter via the big back window, I was confronted by big white framed double glazing, and no sign of a way of entry.
So I went back round to the front of the house to try yet again,
standing in tall in old green robes with a hood, was Gandalf....nope it was another ... dog!
this time it was a big grey (gandalf the ...grey evidently) long haird dog, standing on it's hindquarters, with it's face showing
at this point I felt quite insulted at how my subconscious was seriously taking the piss out of me, and gave up.
Dog Gawn it! for sure.

Note to self, next time remember I want an authentic hobbit house not some weird fabrication.
And then I remembered, seeing my neice's new godamm pooch and that he must of been the cause of this mess up!

Nightmare Fragments

Had a headache this night, which resulted with bad sleep and lots of weird, convulted fragments in the manner of "Final Destination" movie, which I can't quite describe. All I recall are blurred shapes...

Another fragment

It was cold, winter day. Everything was bright and had a slight blue tint on it. I took a dog for a walk - we walked on a sidewalk. The streets were crowded and there was high traffic. We went under a bridge and to another street, and then the dog just ran away. I whistled and called it, and it came back. This dog was huge as a lion, it had brown fur and dark eyes. I took it and we went back home.

Dream
This dream was very vivid and immersive for what it was... I had trouble waking up after.
I was in a supermarket and there was some sort of team system for a battle. My eyes pricked up the conversation coming from behind me as my team mates discussed betraying me. Geeze, what a bunch of dicks. I was crouched on the ground making something, it was a little like playdough. I ditch them and run off down the aisle, I remember as I'm running that I run past my ex Eiei, she was in the middle of shopping for groceries. At some point the dream was ending and I was kind of waking up, I remember thinking that I had to get up for uni since my classes probably start soon. Then were was a dog that came up to me and pissed on me, apparently the dog pisses on university students according to the owner who was somewhere in the background. I also remember some part of my mind thinking about impressing my ex with superpowers, like teleporting and blue flame kind of bs.
I finally woke up after about 5 minutes of rolling around in my bed convinced that I was going to be late for uni O_O.

Morning of March 18, 2016. Friday.



This is a typical and easily decoded fishing dream (though my views on this common dream situation have changed somewhat over the years with new realizations and additional evidence) where I “expect” to catch a very large fish and do hook one but wake before fully reeling it in. I am near a bridge in an unknown region. The bridge is fairly high from the area near the shore where I go to fish. (A bridge typically represents either deeper dream entry or waking, but I do not utilize it here in any way.)

I soon hook into a giant walleye, which is between twenty and thirty feet long (which is of course, ridiculous, especially as it stays on my line the whole time). I slowly reel it in and it splashes near the surface, filling spectators with awe. Its tail sweeps up from the surface, whale-like.

An unknown man and his annoying large dog appear on the scene. I am not sure of what breed of dog it is, but it is possibly a Doberman. The man seems oblivious to the large fish I am reeling in.

Soon, feeling amused, I deliberately reel the fish towards the dog, which is splashing in the water a few feet from shore. The big fish rises up from the water and swallows the dog in one gulp (the fish directly facing me as he does so). The man looks bewildered. I feel no regret and actually have to hold back laughter. In a short time, the water starts to lower somewhat, which represents the instigation of the waking process (and has as such since very early childhood, the first documented instance being in 1965).

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As I have found even more evidence that well serves the meaning, I will still note that fish have different meanings depending on the situation, as does a whale, even transitory meanings - for example, a large fish is the essence (and projection) of the dream self until caught by the dream self where it then becomes the emergent consciousness in being pulled from the dream state. This dream uses the “swallowing the dream remnants” transition and is analogous to the “Pinocchio” story on one level. Carefully considering the elements, I typically see a large fish or a whale as a dream self projection while it is in water (especially going deeper into a body of water). However, the giant fish in this dream is actually my emergent consciousness rising from the dream state (body of water) to swallow the dog (dream remnants and dream self projection, which are rendered as annoying and “intrusive” concerning my dawning awareness in getting closer to waking). This relates directly to the “Pinocchio” story, confirmed by the fact that Pinocchio is “not a real boy” (until the end of the story) and is thus solely the dream self rather than a thread or projection of the conscious self (the latter as with apex lucidity where the conscious self is almost completely aware, fully in the dream body, and fully in control). The whale or emergent consciousness swallows the dream self, instigating the waking transition. Swallowing is a form of coalescence of dream self and waking self and if you believe the theory of how complex cells came to evolve (through engulfed bacterium) then it makes even more sense.

This pattern of dream meaning can be seen in a few dreams; the boa swallowing Danny (as he was on a scaffold which also represents getting closer to waking), the miniature lion swallowing our daughter, a very large catfish swallowing an unknown male, and so on, all during the waking transition, including even the one where each larger box “swallows” each smaller box in a series.

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Dream
Me and 4 friends were in a red-brick apartment building, we were playing some game but it was more to do with using our minds. I think this means we had some sort of ability though it doesn't make any sense. We could 'type' something in our mind and then enter another dimension through someones mind, and you could travel deeper (think Inception) within the minds of those in your mind. But you also travel physically, unlike in inception where you just go to sleep. Me and my friends leave now, it's time to raid the farm. We split into 2 groups, 3 & 2. I'm in the '2' group, with just me and some guy (can't remember who). The 'farm' we're raiding is HUGE, and incredibly well defended with complete fence covering (both around and over the top) which was electrified. The only entrances had automatic electric gates which you had to get permission for them to open, and behind those were more rotating doors to slow people down or something. Me and my partner had the job of skirting the perimeter to find a weak point while the other 3 took a more headstrong approach in infiltrating (not sure what they did). Me and my partner reached a pine forest on one side with small sets of crop rows that weren't covered by the fences. We walked around here for a bit, I eventually head closer to the fence. Looking back I see my partner, and in the distance I spot the farmer and 3 dogs. Oh ****. Immediately I back up while hissing at my partner trying to get his attention
"Quick, hide!" my voice was a hoarse hush as I couldn't call too loud. He turns and looks at me, then behind him. He startles and bolts to the fence edge like I was and hides in a nook by a wooden post. Just in time too, the farmer turns his our way and starts heading over, the dogs run ahead. I remember previously having met 1 of the dogs, it smells me out and comes over to nuzzle me. Uh oh... I try to shoo him away but he's licking at my face, any longer and the farmer will notice me. I use my mind powers to control the dog and docile him, he stops and turns, standing in such a way as to block the gaze of the farmer. Phew...
The farmer disappears, me and my partner emerge from hiding. Me and my partner go scout out the nearby entrance way where we notice all the high-tech security. Bah, screw that. There's no way we can get in here. We leave back the way we came, suddenly there's a call from behind us. I turn and see our other 3 crew members, the one calling us was called Johan I think (pronounced Yohan?), and was a friend who I haven't seen IRL for half a year or so. We head over immediately. Oh look, there's a gap at the bottom of the fence that leads behind the electric gates. How convenient .
We wiggle under and join them, they head through the rotating doors and we follow, we're bolting along now as we run through the greenhouse-like place which has rows of potted green plants (no, it's not weed). I think I woke up at this point.

Fragment

I was in my backyard. Father took our cat out of garage and told me to drive somewhere with him. I was the driver.

MILD - shapeshifting, bonus TotM

I was in a forest with some DC's and my dog. It was dark and cold winter night. We were escaping from some kind of danger. We ran until we got closer to a mansion of some kind. It reminded me my neighbors house. We climbed up a huge rock just in time. A group of rotting undead attacked us. I knew that owner of the mansion set them free to kill us and take my dog. There was only one way of escape - electricity lines just above the rock. I slid down on the cable to courtyard, and ran the hell out of there. I realised that I'm in my home town, close to neighbors house. I looked back and saw my dog playing with wolves.

I decided to run away along the street. I thought that I should run quicker. I realised that it's a dream. Everything became more detailed and vivid. Time has changed, it was no longer a cold and dark winter night, but rather a bright and warm summer day. I ran into a huge farm complex that had enormous wheat fields, mechanics workshops, garages with tractors and combine harvesters and huge warehouses. There were many DCs walking around I though about a girl from my class, and she appeared nearby. I told her that it's a dream, and rushed inside one of the combines - a big, red combine harvester. She did the same. We drove around the complex smashing everything on our way, all while I was telling about possibilities that lucid dreams give. I drove into a dead end, where I couldn't drive back nor any further. I left the machine and ran back to garages and fields. I though about bike, and found one nearby. It had modifications that allowed using it at fields. I tried riding it, but I couldn't hold my balance. I left it and ran back to combine harvesters, but before I took another one, I recalled a bonus ToTM. I moved my left hand back, thinking about creating fire. Suddenly I felt a strong pain going quickly from fingers up my hand. Everything went black, I still felt the pain, but I could move my body. I moved back my right hand and though about creating ice. I felt really strong frostbite coming from fingers up my hand. I managed to stay lucid (spoiler).

Spoiler for Shapeshifting:

Blackness dispersed and I found myself in my kitchen. First thing that stood out was a silver platter lying on an oven. It was reflective like a mirror. I looked at my reflexion - it had brighter hair with different haircut, and was wearing a gray t-shirt with green color on the sides. Shapeshifting is my current lucid goal, so I though that I could use this mirror-like platter. I decided to change into a woman. I looked right, at the kitchen and thought about a girl from my class. Then I looked back at the mirror and saw her. My body changed accordingly. The most intensive were feelings of my breasts growing and genitals changing to female counterparts. This turned me on, and penis instead of changing into vagina started growing bigger and thicker. Dream started losing stability when it took a bit spiral shape, but I calmed myself and assumed my normal form. I noticed that I'm no longer in kitchen, but in the toilet, standing in front of mirror. I looked left at the wall, and then back into mirror. I was undecided in what woman I could change, so I decided that SubC can surprise me. Looking at my reflexion I saw an asian woman with face somehow similar to mine, but with black long hair. I managed to shapeshift fully this time. I fingered myself a bit. I felt my hand going inside my body, but I could only feel touch - nothing more. The dream started to slowly fade. I wondered how a DC would react when looking at me right now, and thought that one should enter the room. It was a naked, muscular dude. Without words, he went straight for an anal sex. It wasn't bad, but not pleasurable either. The dream faded away shortly after and I woke up.

Ritual: Yesterday was full of work and stress, conditions that I have previously correlated to vivid dreaming. I worked until going to bed at 2am. Woke at 5am to feed the cat, then again at 6am after a dream that culminated in an experience of intense frustration, vivid enough that I spent around 45 minutes writing it down—an unintended but useful WBTB. Since today will also be very busy I did not do any other lucid practices, however, I had primed myself a little by reading the list of TOTYs last night. Apart from those conditions, the following dream was spontaneous, and I woke from it at around 8:45am.

DILD: I am at my mother's house, but it is unlike any WL house. I am in a long room with high ceilings, very spacious and sparsely furnished, with no modern accoutrements. Maybe it is the medieval look of the interior that reminds me of the TOTYs, and I become lucid. Which would be a good one to do? Fairy would be easier to do outdoors. I could turn into a dragon but then I'd have to destroy everything and I don't want to wreck my mother's house. Phoenix? That would be a good one. I try to remember the details. I can't just summon it directly, I have to burn something, right? I look around the room for something suitable.

On the far end of the room is a table under a shuttered window. The table is covered with a white cloth, and spread across it is an assortment of jewels and precious stones. These look ideal. I select a faceted gem and place it in my left palm. It is small, only about six millimeters across, transparent with cobalt blue striations, like a combination of diamond and sapphire. It is faceted into what I think of as a classic gem shape. [According to online sources, this is simply called a "round" cut.] I walk slowly across the room back toward the couch where my mom is sitting, concentrating on the stone and willing it to catch fire. The stone feels inert in my hand, and I feel that I have chosen the wrong one. From the coloring, this stone is clearly attuned with ice, not fire. I should go back and pick a different one.

I return to the table and find a small stone of matte earthy red color. This is more a mineral than a gem, and it is shaped like a narrow lozenge, almost a centimeter long, pointed at the ends, and only a few millimeters wide in the middle. I begin to will it into flame, but immediately have second thoughts. The stone is so skinny and small, it would probably make a scrawny phoenix. I go back to the table to look for a better one.

I decide to find a gem that could pass for a phoenix egg, examine the options more carefully, and finally come across a good-sized stone around three centimeters across. It is also matte and reddish, but a generous oval in shape, and the top is composed of randomly assorted rounded protrusions, like bubbles. The bottom has been leveled off and already set into a metal frame. I decide that this one is ideal, put it in my left palm, and begin to invoke fire in earnest. Around this time my mom tries to talk to me about doing some household chore but I hush her: "Not now, I'm busy."

The stone resists at first, but I do not let myself doubt my ability to do this. I've summoned fire in my palm before. This time I'm just transmuting it from a substrate. I will a flame to emerge from the stone and soon it does—but I notice that in the process, the stone has transformed into a candle. The candle is larger than the stone, filling my hand. It is a 6cm tall cylinder and is conveniently fitted in a round container. Between the candle and the sides of the container is what looks like a filling of crumpled dry grass.

The flame is burning on the wick in the ordinary way, and I will it to expand and consume the whole candle, turning it into the phoenix I am trying to create. For a moment it burns quietly, but then the whole object transforms again. Briefly I seem to be holding a bundle of smoldering dried grass, around a foot in diameter, until the whole thing explodes and violently flies apart, patches landing in various places around the room. Failure? I'd better check the remains.

I wander around to a couple of the smoking remnants, but see nothing notable. I remember that I need to keep my expectations high, so as I walk toward a third, larger patch, I anticipate finding a baby phoenix. Sure enough, when I prod at the charred dried grass, underneath I discover a tiny, long-necked, bird-like creature! The phoenix has hatched! But it is it skinny and completely limp. What can I do to help? As a creature of fire, I reason, it must need heat. It is probably freezing to death.

I gently pick up the baby bird, which drapes across my hands with no sign of life, and take it to the fireplace. Luckily there is already a good fire burning. There is a kind of metal chain screen separating the fire from a metal grate on the hearth. Sprawled on the grate, soaking up the heat, is a long iguana-like lizard that I had previously noticed on the table when I was selecting jewels. I figure it must be a salamander, with the same need for warmth as my new phoenix. Should I place the phoenix in the fire directly, or on the grate? Since my hypothesis about the wisdom of putting the phoenix in the fire is as yet untested, I decide to lay it on the grate in case I need to remove it quickly.

The experiment goes well. As soon as I lay the baby phoenix next to the fire, its body begins to perk up and fill out. It grows until it resembles a toucan in shape and size, though red in color and with a sleeker bill. Success! But was there more to the task? I can't remember if we were also supposed to fight something, and figure I'd better do that as well as long as I can maintain dreamstate. "Let's go fight something!" I say to the newborn phoenix, and it hops up on my shoulder.

I head past the table with the jewels and open the window in the end wall. The window is a square aperture about three feet on a side, fastened with a single wooden shutter. The shutter is hinged on one side, flush with the wall when closed, and opens inward to the left. This truly resembles a medieval house in that there is no glass in the window, so it is easy to climb up and out. I pause on the sill and bid the phoenix to fly on ahead. Meanwhile, I hang up the long metal hook that I used to open the shutter so that I can grab it when I come in later, then use another device that resembles a hook attached to a wire loop to suspend myself from the sill and ease the drop to the ground, which is far enough below that it requires some precaution. I have the feeling that I have done this many times before.

Once on the ground, I look around for someone or something to fight. I am on a grassy lawn that extends between a number of different buildings. The buildings themselves don't leave a distinct architectural impression—I wish I had taken a closer look. Instead I was scanning the ground between them, but all I see are ordinary people walking about, none of whom seem like suitable opponents. I don't want to be an unprovoked aggressor.

The dream begins to fade. I worry that the abrupt transition to a different space might have unbalanced it, and I immediately take steps to stabilize, falling on my knees and examining the details of the grass while running my hands over it for texture. For a moment the grass turns grey and although I see all the usual plants among it, like clover, everything looks unusually small. But then a voice hails me from above and the dreamstate resumes its integrity: "Do you want to fight?" I promptly agree.

I am facing a man who is accompanied by a creature resembling a muscular, short-haired white dog. The man has a sword, and immediately begins to strike at me. Although I am unarmed, I find that I am able to parry his blows with my hands without too much discomfort. I suspect that I could turn the fight to my advantage if I want, but the whole point of this exercise was to fight in tandem with the phoenix. Where is that bird? "Phoenix? Phoenix!" I call anxiously.

The blade keeps falling, and I keep catching it and pushing it aside, but luckily the dog is hanging back for now. Suddenly to my relief the phoenix swoops in, aiming a stream of fire at the dog. More gouts of flame follow, consuming the man and dog, but they do not go down easily. I watch the phoenix, who has now taken human form, take a blade right through his stomach, angling up toward his chest. It is an unmistakably lethal blow, and I run over to him as he falls. I feel guilty for having put him in this predicament—but recall that for a phoenix, there should be a way to fix this.

Looking around frantically, I am pleased to discover a fireplace in my immediate vicinity. Nevermind the unlikelihood of finding a fireplace outdoors; it is just what I need so I don't question it. I drag the phoenix, currently in the form of a slim Asian boy, over to the hearth and dump him directly onto the flames. I expect the fire to heal him; instead he begins screaming as his skin burns and chars. It is horrifying, but I hold him down as he struggles—he was dying already, this is the only thing that might help. Maybe this is how it is supposed to work. A phoenix has to die to be reborn, right? The human body blackens and burns away. Sure enough, in its place I find a little baby bird, looking much like it did initially but yellow instead of red this time. I wonder if its pale color means it needs to eat. The bird pecks at some morsel of food near the fire and I try to tempt it with something better. "Here, eat a hot one." I pluck an olive-sized piece from a row of snacks baking in the fireplace (I don't feel the heat, just as I didn't feel pain from the sword earlier) and offer it directly. The little bird compliantly swallows the morsel, growing in size and turning red again.

I feel that I have completed the task to satisfaction, so even before I wake up I begin reviewing the details, making sure I commit them to memory. There is a moment when I am back in the same house as the beginning of the dream and ask someone to remind me the name of the guy I fought. "Ziggy Starduster and the Hoarfrost," comes the reply. I note that they definitely said "Starduster," not "Stardust." Since I only hear rather than see the names, I briefly wonder if the dog's name is spelled "Whorefrost" or "Hoarfrost," but decide that the latter is more appropriate on a number of levels.

I am at the library, but also partially at Goodwill. The library is rearranged, so I ask one of the people there where the "double swim meets" are. The person who answers tells me, and talks A LOT. I want to ask her where the books on hold are, but she keeps talking (very annoying.)
We are still in the library, same dream. This time there is someone, a lady talking about someone else. A boy tries to guess who she is talking about, but he doesn't know. I all of a sudden am on the deck at my house. I am smoking and I throw the cigarette into the woods. When I walk back in, I say who the person was the lady was talking about; Carly Fiorina.
I am sitting on the staircase rail and my sister tells me that it looks like fun and she wants to try. I get off and let her try it.
I am at a friend's birthday party, brushing out my hair with my friend's brush. Then me and my friend are taking a walk outside, walking a dog wearing sandals. We are walking through the grass, and it is very wet and squishy. My dad is there and he tells us that we should have walked on the sidewalks. We are walking under a tree and I see a box of rats floating in the air. I try to pet one, and it growls at me. "I hate rats!" I scream. A nearby lady starts yelling at me for hating rats. I try to shut her up and tell her that I really do like rats, but she just won't be quiet. I end up punching her really hard on her back and walking away. My dad gives me a horrified look and I shrug and say "don't worry, I don't do that often." We walk into a building, and I let my thoughts wander. I think about LDing, so I decide to do an RC. I do 2+2, and it equals 5. I push my fingers through my hand, and it worked. I wonder what I should do. I decide to walk around a corner so I can be alone and decide what to do there. It leads me to an elevator. (Definitely not lucid at this point.) I press the button and I can see the elevator moving upwards. I wonder what floor I should press, so I ask a lady nearby. She tells me she doesn't know and we should just go out to eat. There is a cafe nearby , so I get a yogurt parfait, and we sit down to eat. Then there are teachers and students there. The teachers are telling us about all the homework we have to turn in the next day.
I thought it was weird that I had two dreams last night about people talking and talking and being annoying. It was weird because it didn't seem to have any connection to my waking life whatsoever. I'll have to look into that osome more.

I am walking on my neighbor's lawn. I see a guy from a commercial and wonder if I should get his autograph. I walk into my neighbors house and see my brother. He is supposed to watch their dogs, but he doesn't want to. I tell him that I can but I really don't want to. (I don't tell him that I do n't want to.) Their two dogs are eating popcorn from a bowl and I want some.
I am walking in the school hallways but they are wider and empty. I walk into the literacy room with my parents for parent teacher conferences.
A teacher is questioning a sort of stupid boy why he got nothing wring on the past few tests. He says that he didn't cheat, and the teachers believe him. The teachers tell him that when he gets married, his babies will be very smart.

There was a dog. It bit my sister's left little finger. I told told her she shouldn't have tried to cover the dog's mouth while it was trying to eat something.

I was in a meeting. A new place. There are many new people, but there were familiar ones too, some coworkers and some from parkour. I was introducing a new guy to friends. I remember seeing Pie there with her hair cut short. The guy knows her.

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- Slept 4am, woke up around 8, slept and woke up around 11:30.

I am partially at my church, and partially at Hogwarts. There are 4 different areas on the alter, and in each of the four different areas, there is one of each house. So, each area has all four houses in it, if that makes sense. I am then sorted into Ravenclaw, and Dumbledore(the first one) tells me something. I remember feeling very special that the headmaster decided to speak to me.
I am in my Spanish class. I walk up to a chair and sit on it. Somehow I have that memory that I was just "lost at sea" in the Spanish classroom, as though there was water underneath the chairs or something. I am joking around with my friends, saying that I liked to be "lost at sea" better than doing school work, because I didn't have to work. Me and my friend then go on our chromebooks, onto a google classroom assignment. It is a quiz about which house you are in for Hogwarts.
I am at school, right at the end of the day. The bell rings, and I pick up all my stuff. But, I keep dropping all my books and stuff. When I finally get a hold on them, the buses are already almost leaving, so without stopping at my locker to get my backpack, I race to the bus. The bus driver asks me why I don't have my backpack, so I tell her.
My brother and I are walking towards someone's house, apparently to return a dog that we dog-sitted for them.

> I saw my paternal grandma (Note she died in 2014) and there were parts before this next part, but this is what I remember most: She was in my living room listening to a cover of "All I Want" by The Offspring. The cover was a lot slower in the beginning until the chorus and I think had altered lyrics, some about a kitchen.

> I was having a jog with a dog in a flea market. (No, not with bugs.) I then saw a bunch of video games for sale and, semi-lucid, wondered if I should try buying them. (I used to go lucid if I saw video games for sale because I realized after getting excited in dreams and waking up, that I was dreaming.)

> I saw a three-wheeled car (Like a Reliant) with several people in it (at least four or five) with a woman driving it, hopping buildings in a city like you might expect New York City to be. They eventually ended up on top of an elevator in a building and I thought the idea was to then get the car through the roof of the elevator and... Out the door of it, I guess. The elevator was a lot bigger than the car.

14.01.2016

Dog Dissipates Into Puddle (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

The atmosphere entails that it’s early morning, or the afternoon that’s shrouded with clouds. There’s an overlay of orange everywhere around me, and everything feels so clean and nice outside.

It’s raining, and there’s a black dog with large quantities of fur that’s stuck in a puddle. I try to save it, but it somehow dissipates into the puddle. For reasons unknown, I’m breaking a banana once, and then again after the event. I think I was grieving for the loss of the dog transiently, and I shift my focus on the next driveway that looks like a place that I currently reside in.

I see three Hispanic entities that come out of nowhere, and I follow them.

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14.01.2016

She's Bagging Thin Air & Being Asked Dating Advice (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

So, another dream of the girl that I’ll nickname ShaP. She’s glancing at me when I’m not, and then said glancing isn’t contingent on that anymore. She’s bagging for a bit, but isn’t really touching anything. Then, another girl that looks like AngeliT asks me for dating advice.

09.01.2016

The Annoying Dog & Co-Worker (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm driving a vehicle akin to the old Mazda vehicle I use in waking life. I'm on my way to park near the uphill driveway, and as I'm heading out, I turn my back and noticed that 30-50 feet away from me is a Dalmatian that coincidentally turns its head around as well. It doesn’t seem threatening, but it has a neutral look on its visage that makes me want to take precaution.

I see that it’s coming towards me, and I quickly go back into the driver’s seat, and closed the door. I lock the vehicle just in case, and the dog is still around moving about on the left hand side still. So, I wind down the window a little bit, and started flapping my left hand around, and subsequently making “Shoo! Get!” professions hoping that the dog will want to get away.

I noticed that the dream itself seems to have that atmospheric overlay akin to waking life, even though some parts were a bit blurry; mostly due to peripheral vision, I guess. I started to grasp the vividness of the dream when I tried to open the door slightly, and the dog wanted to come in via putting its mouth through the small gap, but it wasn’t intended to bite me.

I wasn’t hearing any barking or growling, and saw that it was mostly panting. I saw its teeth, and fixated on looking at my feet, and noticed the clarity behind the texture of the flooring of the car. I can see I’m wearing brown shoes, khaki pants, and probably a cool colored shirt (light blue).

I’m moving my feet around in a frenzy while trying to close the door, and eventually proceeded to take my left foot to deter it away from me. Somehow, the dog is on the other side once more, and just as I’m trying to get out of the vehicle, someone that looks like a co-worker of mien is next to that dog.

Let’s describe the guy as dark skin, big lips, and has a haircut as well that starts with the name “D.” He’s wearing a red hoodie with some dark blue jeans, and brown shoes. He turns around, and has his lips puckered up a bit with his eyes squinting for a bit, and he comes to me to ask a question on some vague concept with rapping, or something.

I immediately responded, for some odd reason:

“Darius is that way,” as I’m pointing my right hand diagonally to the right of the location the guy was at, albeit a bit further than that. The dog is still there, but it looks at me with its googly eyes, and I presume the person is their owner.

After that, I just head back into the house, and it’s most likely just navigating through an empty area.

I'm with a golden haired man with short, slicked back hair. He pulls me in a car and I have to drive it through a underground parking lot. It's decrepit, the cement is stained and pitted, with the metal bar embedded in it sticking out like bones from a carcass with rust leaking out. Part of it is falling appart, blocking some roads. I try to find my way in it, my compagnon not very helpful. He does give me some direction, and we reach a back-end. I turn the car around, telling the man I won't let him get us into trouble if we need a quick guetaway.

I find myself in a house with my family, namely my mother, her brother with his dog, and my sister. They were out to the beach and everyone is tired, my mother sleeping on the couch in her still wet clothes with a blanket over her. I notice a piece of paper poking out of her pocket and take it without waking her up. There's in fact two papers: on of them is too wet and desintegrate into a pulp, bu the other is still mostly whole. I read part of it; it's a very heartfelt letter from my father, written just before or after my sister's birth. It's written on a prescription paper, with the heading of the hospital he worked in when I was very young. It's typical of him, and rather sweet. I carefully lay it flat on the table to dry, feeling lot of love for both my parents.

Finally, I wander outside that room to a living room with french windows opening into a stone terrace with iron-forged garden furnitures. There's a crew of cameramen here, filming what seems to be a business lunch. There's a dozen of people in suit, both men and women, eating an expensive salad in the sun. I'm lurking inside, not wanting to be filmed. I look around the room, there's a desk with a handful of pens and some letters, but I don't pay close attention to it. There's also a big cardboad box. I take off the lid and there's a big, pitch black rabbit in it, on a bed of hay. I pick it up and hold it close to me, it's as big as a cat and very fluffy, with a downy belly. I'm careful to keep it's legs tighly hold so it can't kick, but it's a very chill rabbit and it let's itself being carried around like a big furry baby. I walk to the other side of the room and find a stone wheel going down. There's growling coming from it, deep below. I call in it and something come up; it's sewage, dark and sluggish, with a white mouse swimming in it. I take it out of the sewage, but I didn't caught it properly and it twists out of my hand and fall to the floor before running away. I'm not very sad about it, since it was dripping wet and dirty. I gently put the rabbit down and pat it's head before opening the door for it. It hops out and I go back to lurking next to the windows. One of the people eating, and handsome man with olive skin and strong, patrician features, looks up and away from the lunch and right to me. He seems to recognizes me and his cold, calculated smile turn into an incredibly warm, sweet one. He politly but quickly excuses himself from the table and gets inside. He's tall and broad-shouldered, with cropped, very curly dark hair. I reach up to his face, and he catches my hand, interlocking his fingers with mine. His hands are as big as the rest of him, making me feel small. He smiles and cups my face with his other hand, it feels very warm and slightly rough, probably from calluses. I smile and coyly look away.