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I saw a blurred out feminine face.

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Cloud dragon and rainbows

I saw a family living in a village, their house was always clean, well organised, and it was modernly furnished. Out of all the family members I could see only mother and her son. The kid was hiding and escaping from something all the time, there was something he was afraid to say to his mom. She knew that he had some kind of a problem and they were constantly arguing about it. One night the kid ran upstairs to his room in a hurry, his mother followed him and suddenly they were teleported away from their house. They ended up on a cloud, there were many cloud islands and rainbows were linking them like bridges. The mother shouted to her son: "What have you done this time?!" and then suddenly a dragon composed of clouds flied above them and said "I brought you here!".

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WBTB Attempt

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Wedding, shootout and "Shogudan" immigrants

I woke up in my neighbor's house, put on shorts and slippers, and then left the house. It was a bright, sunny day. As I passed the street, two girls noticed me and started laughing upon seeing me almost naked. I ignored that and moved on to my house. The place was extremely crowded, two kids were about to marry each other and it gathered a lot of people. I went inside my house and spoke with several people, when suddenly kidnappers appeared and took the kids! I took a pistol out of my pocket and ran outside. The time of day abruptly changed to night and I wasn't in my house any more, but in some kind of harbour. I shot at the car a thousand times, completely destroying it's tires, but it still drove away. After a while police appeared and arrested me. Next day they opened the cell I was held in, one of the officers said: "All right, there's no place in our country for terrorist Shogudan immigrants. You will be deported!", but then another officer appeared and shouted at them: "What the hell are you doing? You've just arrested our best agent!", then he gave me a badge and a gun.

Date of Dream: FRI 14 JUL - 2017



Dream No. 153 - I Want To Go Out With Mum

I remember starting off the dream at some arcade place at Knox City Shopping Centre, I forgot what specifically happened though. The dream made it so dad, my brother, Tito from SML, and I were going into the cinemas but then I never had the intention of going. So the dream split us in half, dad and my brother went in and Tito and I didn't... Instead, Tito walked off somewhere, never to be seen again.

After I was done in the bathrooms, I wanted to try and find my mum. When I did find her, she was in a normal mood but then her face was absolutely red. I said to her that I really wanted to go out with her but then she said she wasn't in the mood. I don't remember if anything else happened in this dream.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None

A dream like this came as no surprise given my circumstances the previous evening. I dreamt that my good friend picked me up from a Campus Christian Fellowship event, which actually did happen the night before. Only in the dream, there occurred a disturbing turn of events. He exited his car and entered into the facility in which the occasion was being held. I had already left the building, but after he had been in there for a little while, I noticed several members of the fellowship program leaving with very sad and offended expressions. In my mind, I felt that he had spoken harsh and offensive words to them and greatly disturbed these people. I, in turn, was quite upset, and we proceeded to have a fairly significant argument over the matter. He did not drive me home, and I was stranded into the night.
Now, some things about this made sense, and other things did not. My friend does not consider himself a Christian, but he is not very critical of those who do profess to be, and he would certainly not intentionally carry out offensive and hurtful actions to strangers in the community, but this was the case in my dream. I was disturbed by this dream upon awakening, and I wondered what this was trying to tell me, if anything.
I cannot remember the circumstances surrounding this next dream, but I remember the feeling of it, and one image in particular. I’m staring at a face that bears a striking resemblance to that of my former lover. In the dream, I am experiencing the exact emotions I had when I was with her. It’s weird that I cannot recall these exact emotions now IRL, but in the dream, they were very real. It’s as if I can only recall my true emotions of the past in my dreams. The reasons behind this dream I could point to fairly easily. I introduced my friend (The same friend in the first dream) to the show Twin Peaks last night. We watched the pilot episode last night, and needless to say, he’s hooked. But there was an odd moment when we realized he looks quite a bit like the show’s unfortunate victim, Laura Palmer, to the point that it actually freaked us out a little. I have no doubt this instance is what influenced my dream, but I cannot explain how I was able to relive the exact emotional state in the dream as when I was with her.

Off and on sleep at around 11am, when I noticed my body was very sleepy and I knew I was about to go into either SP or a lucid. So, I thought to myself 'okay let's go lucid' as my body started to feel that numbing high feeling that comes with lucid sometimes. I needed to create a dream scene, so I decided on the skydiving example that I've used in the past. For a moment, I could see the open door of a plane and blue sky out of it, but then that faded quickly. I tried to imagine another scene. For some reason, a girls face appeared in front of my view. She was blue and had darker hair, I couldn't make out any of the details in her face but I've seen her before, probably in the same way as last time, coming into a lucid.

The girl's face fades away, and now I appear in my room from Mechanicsville, except the bed is against my window looking at the wall. The first thing I notice is my hands. I flip them over a couple of times. I notice that the room is very dark, so I shout "illuminate!" but nothing happens. I can sort of tell that the dream is collapsing, so I tell myself "no" and start rubbing my hands together. I can feel friction, and the dream stabilizes. Next, I look up at the ceiling fan and shout "illuminate!" again, and this time the room flickers and then lights up. I celebrate to myself and then decide I was going to go look at myself in the mirror because the image is fucked up in dreams. So I walk into the hallway and into the bathroom. There, I see myself in the reflection, except it's like I'm in a carnival fun house or something where the mirrors distort how you're shaped. I get up close and see my face is all smooshed together and I laugh. Then, I remember that IRL I wrote an "A" on my left hand for the "awake" reality check. I looked down at my left hand and see that where there was an "A", there was just a semi-circle with some lines coming off of it. Then, I noticed under that symbol the words "A MOOSE OWWES" written in red pen. This confuses me one because I thought that people couldn't read in lucid dreams and two that sentence doesn't make any sense at all.

After that, I walk downstairs but halfway through need to take a seat because the dream is collapsing. I rub my hands again and shout "illuminate." I can hear my mom yelling at me from the kitchen. She's telling me that I'm going to distract my sister who is sitting at our counter doing some sort of puzzle. I walk past them and then the dream collapsed.

D1 - A man with black hair and glasses and a long tan trench coat (he plays villain in a lot of my dreams, he's ok at it), is at a counter trying to pretend to be somebody else to get money or something. The worker, an old man round man with white hair and spectacles is dealing with him.
He starts to give the villain a phone number and is half way through when I use mind control thinking "no no..don't do it!" He stops in his tracks realising this man may not be as genuine as he thought. The man gets very agitated and starts to kick off. He somehow manages to get hold of something and leaves.
Outside is a cobblestone street and shops and some houses, leading to a archway into a courtyard. There are lots of general public about but I notice a load of school girls in brown uniforms. I use mind control to take them over and set them after the villain. He is accousted in the courtyard and they drag him away with little fuss, there are lots of them
I get them to hurt him but then a part of me wakes up to the fact that I shouldn't be hurting dream characters as they are a part of myself.
With this new intent I re-enter the dream and find the villain escaping down a tunnel leading to the subway. He disappears round a corner, so I use telekinesis to drag him out. He comes flying out. At this point I get lucid, everything feels different and lighter. The guy who looks slightly different now comes at me Oo. I freeze up a bit but have the courage to try and hug my mad(?) assailant. His expression changes ansd he opens his arms to hug me breifly but then lucidity and the dream fade.

D2 -Outside my parents house (as it was many years ago) my brother is in the garden at night. Inside the lights are on. The fuel storage has been set a light by me. I realise inside is also stored framed photographs of the schoolgirls with somekind of official form and signature. I put ourt the fire and hope the damage is not to great though I can see some are burnt round the edges :/

D3 - At school I have not prepared the kids properly for some kind of school performance. Other teacher is running through some basic routine, I am planning on being off sick. Class run through basic routine but their is some swearing.

Dl1 - Driving past a long university building on a dark and dreary day. I need to get to the office the other side to collect some planks of wood and a gigantic semi-circle of blue cheese (you know how it is when ya get the muchies).
Dl2 - At a wooden table with a friend. Talking to someone looking into their eyes, they are looking intently at me (ds). They have long brown hair and blue eyes with long-ish lashes, little make-up, they are smiling. I lean forward and we kiss, it is warm and pleasurable. We repeat the process, many times. I smile and we are both happy. Their eyes sparkle. The other person at the table tells them I have a partner and I inwardly freeze. I leave.
- It is a festival and the sun is out. People are gathered milling about in a large area in front of a manor house, a company owned building. Mr B is there and I have to fix something. I go over to the steps near the main doors and fiddle with something near the door bell.
Mr Tyler now apparently wants me and I head off round the side of the building to a larger modern warehouse behind the main structure.
I enter and find my cheese behind a section of wall to ceiling shelving. Adults are sat at banks of computers, they eye me suspiciously. It is a strange feeling being treated like I am not staff. I ignore them and move on. I am told that if I find someone kind and ask nicely they will cut my planks for me. I head along the main aisle to the DT department at the back. They're are people in white coats and protective glasses., they're are lots of lathes and other machinery. Someone cuts my planks into small squarish sections. I am told they may use the circular saw to cut my large cheese, I ponder thinking it will make a mess of the machinery.

Morning of August 25, 2015. Tuesday.



In my dream (with no implied back story or prior memory of any other event or situation) I find myself absentmindedly looking at an array of thumbnails on my computer monitor, too small to see much detail other than various images of a mysterious figure in black and what may be a closeup of a face in solely one image of the set. It looks like it may be a set of photographs of a young dark-haired Moroccan girl in a mostly featureless room, though it may also be a young version of my wife Zsuzsanna. My thoughts are not that defined and I remain puzzled over the display. The images seem slightly larger at one point, though not based on any technical adjustment on my part (though possibly by automatic magnification, based on purely mental “zooming in” of the dream self’s perspective, this being a fairly common event in my dreams). She is wearing black clothes, including black silky palazzo pants and a kaftan top from what can be seen in the thumbnails, and it looks like there may be a black veil in some images.

When I bring up one image in the top row, I see a young female’s face and it looks rather distorted though still human for the most part. An outline of very small jewels completely encircles her eyes, mouth, and nose area. They look like they may have been deeply embedded into her skin. This puzzles me and for a moment I almost think it is her actual face and that the “jewels” are organic, though I eventually accept that they may be tiny rhinestones. I have no idea who it is at this point. At one time the girl may have been pretty, but now she looks almost inhuman (or “alien” in a cinematic sense) and very odd. My dream fades after this, after seeing only the one larger image with some sort of vague wariness regarding what sort of “creature” she may be (though likely still human for the most part, yet unique in that I get the impression no one else has gone to this extreme in facial alteration, which may be related to some sort of extreme cultural or religious purpose).

I was in an indoor swimming center. There was a shallow end of the pool, then there was a huge roaring waterfall that drained all the water down into a lower level. One of my friends fell in the pool and was about to be swept down the fall. I pulled him out.

I saw myself in the mirror. My face was the same, but my hair was about shoulder length. (Longer than it is now.) Then I took a razor and shaved away some of it. I have a scar on my head from a past accident, so I shaved away all the hair that covers it. The scar was bloody and festering, and there were clumps of prickly pine needles that had become matted to the blood underneath my hair.

My mother, grandfather and aunt and I were working in a grocery store. We all stood around a giant stainless steel vat filled with green olives and crushed them into a paste with special paddles.

My mother was away from home, and I was in charge of my sister. One night she played Pokémon on her Nintendo in her room all night long. Then the next evening my mother came home. She had bought me a pair of silk pajamas. ("Thanks, mom.") They were sort of navy blue with white stripes. The bottoms were only knee-length but the top was long-sleeved. Then I told her about my sister and her gaming. Mom said she had talked to a man about taking my sister and I on an endurance trek through the Himalayas.

We had a miniature pinscher named Trickster.

There were these movies about giant robot elephants. The director said he was inspired by Steven Spielberg.

I fall asleep, and immediately see a face directly in front of mine, maybe our noses are a full nose distance apart at most. A man is staring directly at me, sporting a big, regular mustache, and smiling happily. Looking right into my eyes as his wide face remains motionless. I scream in terror, completely surprised by this man, because just a moment ago I was laying in my bed, waiting for sleep.

I wake up with a jolt, then question why he was so terrifying for me? I think it was the surprise factor of going from being by myself, to having a face all up in my face.

I'm in my living room with a group of friends. One of them finds an old mirror and looks at it. They let out a yell, obviously seeing something terrifying in the mirror. She asks me if I want to see the scariest thing in the universe... Curiously cautious, I gesture for her to pass me the mirror and look at it.

Images of dinosaurs flashed before me for a few moments. Then the moment came: I've never been soo terrified and frightened before in my life! Without choice, I immediately let out a scream and threw the mirror. Then I realized it was just an image of my face. It was in a different expression than I had, but still definitely just my very own face.

Once I realized it was me, I started to laugh uncontrollably. How did I scare myself so much?

I laughed so hard I woke up, and continued to laugh in bed for a while before actually getting up.

I'm in my room, and it's mostly dark, I see this face cleaner I have and it is levitating and some girl tells me it is satanic, and the face cleaner breaks itself into three parts and a voice comes from behind it that I guess sounds most like darth vader, I get up and run to the bathroom and contemplate cleaning my face ever again.

NOTES: Afternoon, 100 countdown

A mall. I am trying to escape. From who or what? Seems everyone is an enemy. I need to change face. I was on the road, traveling, walking. It was raining. The secret names of god. We are unprepared for risk.

August 29, 2012

I am in the LRT or MRT. I am checking Facebook. I'm 35th in rank on Facebook. I think it's because I upload a lot of stuff. I see my latest upload of photos. Three were photos of high school classmates. They're not very clear. They look old. Yellowish color. One of the people there is my high school crush, M. In the photos, he doesn't have any pants, but his shirt was long enough and covers his private areas. He was standing on the right side of the photos, and the others, our high school classmates, are on the left side. I think there were at least three others who are fully clothed. I remember a bluish color shirt. They seem to be making fun of him. I feel that he doesn't mind, and also seems to think it's funny.

I am lying face down on the bed. There is something heavy on my upper left back. I am almost lucid as I become aware of the bed. I look and see a guy. Color theme is white. We talk, but topic is blurry. He looks Asian. He lies on his back after a while. He's skinny. His stomach showed. I bite it gently.

I am looking at my face in the mirror. My hair is shorter, and my mustache and short beard are gone. I think it makes me look fat.

NOTE: M did come to mind when I did LaBerge's Guided Reality Test. Focused on high school as well. I also listened to Dream Lotus and Flame Tech, but not immediately before sleep. No candles nor incense.

NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·
I am hanging from the high ceiling beams of a large, abandoned building, a heavy camera in the right pocket of my bulky jacket. I am trying to save vital footage, but the large, spindly spiders under me clamber on top of each other to reach me. I, in exhaustion, let go and and consumed into the masses of spiders below. I feel spindly legs all over me and think that I am about to die, when I realise that I'm not going to give up without a fight. I jump up and kick off my attackers as I wade and run over to the lady on the other side of the room. Suddenly one side of the large room is open, and the sea tide comes into the building. Under the moonlit, dark sky, the spiders wash away as I see a man with an odd oval, spherical and opaque golden yellow head rushing in and out with the tide. I join the creature in the water, feeling the gentle ebb of the waves and I am almost pulled in.
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I go to another room where there is a Mcdonalds. I buy two single fries after I borrow a 3 pound worth Mastercard.
I meet Naruto, less anime and more realistically, and we talk.
Suddenly, as I sit at a table an old, wise couple walk up to me and ask me if I am dreaming.
I attempt to push my hand through a wall, but fail so I deny the thought.
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Cathy is performing a song to the old couple on a Songbird ocarina. It looks odd, with odd fingerings and no sound comes out. It looks beautiful however, an angelic ceramic white. I try to play 'everybody wants to be a cat' from Aristocats, but fail. Adina plays my plastic STL ocarina for the couple as I attempt to play Greensleeves on Cathy's.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was on a dark stage with a group of guys. The guys were something like rock stars or performers. I'm not sure whether the stage was in a large or a small venue. Sometimes the atmosphere seemed very small, almost like a coffee shop or a bar. Other times, it seemed like the five guys were addressing a huge crowd, almost like at a political convention.

The stage itself seemed sometimes to be more like a small coffee shop or bar, or even a living room. I could see rugs, tables, and lamps. I might even once have seen a small hallway leading back to another room.

The five guys were going away. This might have been their last performance ever. So, partly for the crowd's sake, but partly for my own sake, the five guys gave some kind of inspirational speech. They each took a turn speaking. As the person would speak, a spotlight would shine on him.

The five speeches were somehow connected. They began in some kind of historical context. They had to do with something like fighting for liberty. Then they moved on to how people shouldn't lose hope, and what kinds of things they could do to keep fighting for liberty.

All the time, while each person was talking, I was touching the speaking person's face. I could see each person just fine. But the way I was touching the people's faces was like I couldn't see the people's faces, and like I was trying to understand what they were like.

The final person, while I was touching his face, began to laugh a little. I got the impression that he thought I was doing this because I wasn't taking his speech seriously. So I tried to touch his face more seriously. I began tapping his forehead and his chin with a fist like a cat-paw, not closed all the way, but kind of flat.

I may have been a little kid at this point, or maybe all through the dream.

Dream #2

I was at a service counter at a FedEx. A pretty woman with olive skin, black hair, and black eyes told me something about whatever I was here to do. She said something like things would be ready for me in a while, so I should come back.

I thanked the woman and walked away from the counter. I was now in a department store. I was walking around some display areas with really nice dark grey or black slacks. The area all around was also nice, kind of dimly lit, with dark green or blue carpeting. All the display stands also seemed to be made of a nice kind of wood.

A few other guys came up around me. There were some tall, white guys and at least one Asian guy. They were all dressed nice, probably in dark blue blazers, pale blue shirts, and khaki slacks. They were all talking with each other, possibly about some kind of business meeting they'd all been to. But they were all hanging around and looking at the pants near me, I could tell, because they assumed, for some reason, that I had good taste in pants (???).

I was back in some line, which, as I faced it, looked like a checkout line for this department or clothing store. The cashier counters looked very nice, all made out of heavy wood. They almost looked like bank counters. I was near the front of the line.

One of the Asian guys was in front of me, talking to some of the other business guys, who were behind me. This guy wasn't as well dressed as the others. He wore a maroon polo shirt and khaki slacks.

They were all talking about something having to do with the military. It was like they had just been to some convention for military scientific projects. There may have been certain aspects of the technology that they either hadn't understood or had been bored by. But there had been a woman there who had really absorbed and processed all the information.

The Asian man was now kind of giggling a little, like you would after seeing some kind of daring feat. He then said, almost looking at me, as if he felt I had been listening to and understanding the conversation, "Well, I guess that she is a HLA." (He pronounced "HLA" as "hullay.") I assmed that "HLA" meant "High-Level Analyst."

I was now up at the Fedex counter, coming to take care of whatever I had been told to take care of. The woman I had come to was the same woman as before. She had been pretty friendly before. But now she was really rude.

She had an envelope, which I knew was for me. But she was kind of angry that this envelope could be for me. She didn't want it to be mine. She didn't want to give it to me. She told me to give her my ID. I did. She seemed to be going through every number on my ID. Then she was going through every number, every digit, on the envelope.

She began tapping her fingernails on the counter, trying to find some kind of numerical reason not to give me my package. She was getting mad that she couldn't. I had a feeling she didn't even want to give me my ID back.