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Morning of April 25, 2015. Saturday.



I am working for some sort of movie production company and we are actively filming scenes for at least two different American caper movies on the same day, holding a camera while in a pickup truck and in other outdoor settings. The movies seem to have attributes of “The Sting” (from 1973 though set in September 1936) and “Paper Moon” (also technically a caper film from 1973 and also apparently and coincidentally set in 1936). At one point, the passenger-side door in front keeps opening and partly closing, causing the driver (a member of the film crew) to zigzag all over the street. There are a few other filming mishaps but nothing that dangerous. (I believe there is an incidental play on the name Addie Loggins from “Paper Moon”, relative to both adding production costs and logging in to a website.)

There is also a subplot not related to the main theme. There are a few teenagers hanging out in what appears to be the last week of school (over time). A thin blonde male seems partly attracted to a light-haired female but does not always acknowledge her. This seems more as if it is being filmed in the 1950s rather than 1936. None of the characters in my dream are in any way familiar. I do not know any names in this scenario, either. A shorter dark-haired male is also interested in the same girl and at one point seems angry and sad about the other male ending up with her.

This is where events become atypical, although I have had similar dreams many years back, mostly only in 1990. Over time, I somehow occupy the bodies of the two main characters, both the male and the female, for fairly short periods for each and with an extremely augmented sense of touch and heightened general physical awareness. During each change, I actually intimately feel their emotions and loving thoughts about each other even though they are complete strangers to me personally. It does not seem all that odd to me in-dream and it is almost like I am an entity that needs to “remind” them of their destiny at certain points by becoming one of them for a short time and experiencing life through their individual perspectives. At some points though, I seem to be disembodied just on the periphery of their physical body.

Morning of April 10, 2015. Friday.



This was a very long meandering dream without much plot continuity, though somewhat fun all in all. Though it is not lucid, I am still aware of making most of it via some sort of background focus, which is probably why it goes a bit “haywire” as dreams tend to do when my own thoughts shift, sometimes with transient expectancy of the dream itself. Since childhood, a certain kind of dream I have several times a year relates to an older time period being altered by anachronistic features (typically caused by my thoughts shifting or becoming more aware while making a dream), though this one changes in somewhat of a humorous unexpected way regarding my in-dream role and character.

It starts out with some sort of experiment in an unknown indoor location. A portal is opened after several other insignificant events and conversations occur. I have a desire to go through this portal, which is like a glimmering two-dimensional doorway or wavering plane that is just a bit taller than I am. Someone in unusual plaid pants goes through before me, but after a short time, he is seen to be going into a television that is barely big enough for his waist to clear (probably influenced by a similar movie scene relating to being “stuck”, in “Skinny and Fatty” from 1958 and “Housebound” from 2014), though he manages to go through into the implied alternate world or time. After this, my dream shifts to a western setting, similar to the set of “Gunsmoke”, and it is seemingly the 1800s, possibly the 1880s, because I believe it is mentioned at least once.

There does not seem to be any drama other than a horse having a problem with his front right foot. He goes and rests in the corner of a barn and there is something about being fed a special food to accelerate healing though this scenario becomes odd as he eventually seems to have human-like toes, which will make it difficult to put on a horseshoe.

I fly around in several different positions (including sideways) about ten feet from the ground for some time, including in and out of a hayloft from the outside. At one point, I seem to be in an old saloon (with batwing doors) and I notice my wife, though we apparently have not met yet. I embrace her and think about getting married at some future point (even though I already am in reality). She seems to have, as becoming Miss Universe, been getting ready to be in a remake of “Valley of the Dolls, though as some attempt at a "video noir” television broadcast (which also seems related to the minimal western sets) though I know little about video production as such. I am mostly in a very cheerful mood, though.

As I walk into a different area, I notice my father sitting on a couch with several other people around in a semi-dark room. He is playing an accordion and I feel a strong sense of nostalgia. He seems to recognize me though is younger and has not had me as a son yet. We talk for a fair amount of time, but his voice sounds completely different as well as altered by some sort of electronic device. His entire eyes also glow a bright reflective silver at one point, shining in the otherwise semi-dark room. (For some reason, I do not find this unusual or off-putting even though it is a bit eerie.) I tell him that I am his son, or rather “will be” his son in the future. There are at least seven or eight longer exchanges, but I do not recall all of it.

I notice a man who may be a doctor who is sitting at an antique desk. I ask him what year it is to confirm the old west scenes from earlier in my dream. He says, very slowly (almost as if a part of me is deciding what to make him say) 19… (and at this point I am surprised, as it is not 18…) …78. It is 1978, supposedly. He continues by saying that it is July 24, 1978. (I am not sure of the significance of this in context to my dream, though this was shortly after I moved back to Wisconsin.) I think about the people I had met earlier and wonder why this “old western town” exists during this time period (and for some reason I do not reflect upon it as possibly being a movie set), so I go outside to explore again. It seems to be around afternoon and everything is bright, clear, and realistically detailed.

In probably the most vivid scene, I end up going down a long dusty road (through an otherwise featureless field of grass about a foot high) that is covered with old broken pieces of concrete as the surface (something I have never seen in real life). Some of the pieces are as big as my fist. I notice a few modern buildings in the far distance. I eventually decide to walk back after walking perhaps the distance of four city blocks. I see a car moving in the distance on a different (proper) road. I clearly think to myself how this road would not be suitable for cars (due to how very bumpy it would be as well as having sharp bits of concrete causing problems for the tires) even though it is likely used (or maybe will be used) as such at times. From here, I return to the isolated town with the intent to explore some more.

Memory is a mysterious thing. Relative to the date mentioned in my dream (July 24th, 1978) the 1978 Miss Universe pageant was broadcast live on the in-dream referenced date. “Valley of the Dolls” was also aired. There was also an article in the newspaper we got for that date titled “Those ‘Perry Mason’ Reruns Keep Video Noir Genre Alive”. Additionally, I have a dream journal entry titled “Valley of the Dull” (from April 9, 1978 - my wedding anniversary, though long before I was married on April 9, 1994) where I had written about falling asleep while watching it, the audio and half-awake partly discerned visuals at times integrating with my dream. Memory is a very unusual, though vast precise “storehouse” at times.

3/1/13 Friday bed time 1:45am - 9am.

Was watching rerun of The Americans. Was suppose to be going till 3:30am. I was contemplating to finish watching it and then start on a work, that just arrived (I work over internet). Decided to go to sleep instead and start work in the morning.

3 long and detailed dreams at 9am.

DR 1
I'm in a larger room with lots of people. Older gentlman tells me he needs to go to Coronado and asks if it's thataway. I tell him no, it's by San Diego. I take him to a large map on the wall. I show him we are here at Fashion Island. He can take a 5 or PCH. It was 2pm and he had enough time to get there by 5pm, when he was suppose to be there. I ask someone to confirm that he will make it on time.

After we are done, I take the map down, fold it, but someone hands it to someone outside of the bus (I'm on a bus now). I tell them no, that's my map and show them my hadwritten notes with pencil on top of the map and I take it back.

DR 2
I'm with a group of friends. They walk away a few feet and start singing a limerick about how stupid google chromebook is, because it's made in China from parts made in CzechoSlovenia. I get pissed at them and complain to someone - you think they are friends but they are not. I thank them for being dicks and insulting my country. (I did research that laptop before bed IWL)

DR 3
This was a first dream, and I remember the least from it.

We are filming and I play a part. We are taking different shots and takes. It's a fun and easygoing athmosphere.

It was a winter time. I was skying down hill along some road. It was progressively getting from just snow and nothing but snow.... to a muddy frozen road. I was filming the whole skying experience. Not sure for what reason. Then when I got home I realised that we kept Tyrannosaurus rex as a pet at home. It didnt surprise me much. I know that during that hard winter we found frozen cow somewhere and we still kept it. So I told my mother that I will cut it in half with chain saw and feed the Rex with it. She thought it was a good idea. But then I found myself mixing a bowl with flat pasta and a bowl with some red sauce. It was also for the Rex and my mother was to show me how to feed it. She took a knot of the pasta and spilled table spoon of the red sauce on it. Then she threw it to the mouth of the rex that was behind a wooden fence. And I continued doing that as she showed me.

I attained lucidity only for a brief moment before losing my awareness. I attempted at making the dream more vivid by using a technique on the DreamViews forum, simply closing you eyes. I'll start from the beginning.

I was in an old, broken-down, haunted-looking house. We were filming a movie there using some cheap special effects and all of us (actors, camera-man and director alike) were teenagers, it just looked like we were having a bit of fun with a video-camera.

Then it came to me, I'm lucid! I think my sub-concious may have tried to throw me off because the next thing I know the director is telling me to do something and I immediately followed the order. Before I could be lost into the dream again I realized that no, I'm lucid and I can do anything I like.

The dream was a little fuzzy so I attempted to make it more vivid by closing my eyes and telling myself I wanted this dream to be more vivid. This had the reverse effect and I ended up becoming part of the dream once again, so now I know that method is not something I should be using again, or something to only come back to in a long time/with enough experience.

No lucids. Some fragments.

[COLOR="#483d8b"]- I was in my old hometown, with 2 of my (old) classmates. We had this assignment, to film the spring. All 3 of us were given a video camera and then we were discussing, who films what and where. Neither of us had eachothers' numbers, I fiddled around for quite a while with my ipod to get their numbers written down (O__o). We went our separate ways, filming stuff. Even though it was spring, there were pretty big apples on the trees :o.

- I am in a room with small trampolines stuck in the ceiling.

- Waidh. He was somewhere at some point.[/COLOR]

Not much today, I was being lazy in the morning again .__.

[COLOR="#2e8b57"]lucids[/COLOR], [COLOR="#483d8b"]non-lucids[/COLOR]

wed January 4th 2012
0:00-8:30

Before bed tried to relax completely, started getting numb. Came closer to sleep paralysis than never before. Hands turned warm and "fat". Then like I was getting covered in hard concrete and floating up from my bed. Had to swallow and blew it. Damn!
Gave up and turned to my side, said couple mantra's and dozed off. I did wake up after both dreams so I guess some of them worked.

1. Sitting with my dad in our hall, smoking a cigarette. (I don't smoke IRL and my dad would kill me if I would.) We're being all cool, talking. I light a couple more. Some of them break off by the filter. I'm really using big drags, they don't seem to smell. I say something along the lines of: "If you're the one smoking, it doesn't stink that much."

2. We're standing outside (me, my dad and mom), seems like we're at a wedding. The other guests are standing on the street, in group. The mother of the bride asks me to start filming. I only have my photo camera, so it's very shaky. A bus arrives and we get on. (It's a public transportation bus, like the ones in Flanders.) We're sitting in the back, my dad is getting upset about mom and he's drinking. Getting pretty drunk. Since it's a public bus, a lady gets on. She's attractive, but I'd rather look at something in her hands. Not sure what it is, either a phone or a camera. When we get off, she joins us for some reason. We're standing in an nice carpeted room, chandeliers, really fancy. When my dad says the word: "Tequila" the lady throws up blue liquid all over me.

Buster from Arthur was getting ready for a role. Everything was set up but then the studio changed the script and Buster it became a romance storyline instead of whatever it was before.

So Buster walked off the set.

Morning of December 22, 1980. Monday.



It seems that I am watching an episode of “Sesame Street” being filmed (or some sort of television special related to the usage of muppet characters). I can see a large television camera aimed at an area that appears to be a wall of about four feet high or more. The muppets are randomly moving about (waist up only as in the real television show) in a mostly featureless setting, but there appears to be a party atmosphere of some sort.

One of the unknown typical “hairy” muppets goes out of camera range and the person controlling him comes out from the left side of the wall, goes in back of the camera and comes around to go back on scene from the other side to within camera range. Eventually, several others do this. This is realized in-dream as a “fake pass” (almost with the sense I am “learning” something) and supposedly makes it look as if a lot more muppets are moving about, especially as some are changed in a minor way before moving back in front of the camera. Not much else happens.