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Mountain Security Base

In this dream I was moving from one location in the US to another. I used to live in Marshfield Wisconsin when I was a kid. I have many fond memories of it, and would like to revisit one day. In fact I intend to make my old house in Spencer Wisconsin, just 10 minutes away from Marshfield, into a persistent dream location since I have dreamed about it so much. Several months ago I moved to Illinois, which is what prompted this dream I just had today. I also just watched Moana which kind of attributed to this as well. I forget exactly which location I moved to in this dream, but it was on an island almost exactly like the one in Moana, only covered in snow. I remember passing through Marshfield, Wisconsin on the way there. In this dream I recognized the town going through it, and acknowledged this was the 3rd time being there (In the dream, there seemed to be past memories of driving past/through this town on other occasions, but not IRL). Within no time I arrived in the city and state I was intending to go. The trip was by car. I didn't spend long here, before looking at a map to see just how far away Marshfield was from here. On the map it said 18 hours away, but that was because I had to go around this huge mountain in the middle of the island. I scouted the area with some sort of drone and saw various things that looked like robots and robot enclaves. Something caused my drone to fail, so I decided it would be best to just start my journey. I packed up and started walking.

I much liked the scenery. I looked at all the hills and trails, and trees, and even these enclaves I mentioned earlier. I tried to stay away from them, but they kept trying to get closer to me, almost to shoo me away. It wasn't long at all before I started hearing a loud alarm. It was like a high-pitched constant noise meant to warn anyone who hears it. Either that or a siren. I heard children crying, and I started to look around me. The path I was on went steadily up the mountain parallel to it. So if you continue up this path it will take you around and around until you reach the top; the mountain was so large that this path seemed quite straight however. As I looked around me I saw many guards stationed around, and 2 children being picked up by security and put into police cars. I noticed many dogs roaming around just off the path I was on. The guards, including where the children were caught appeared to be on a path just to my left about 10 or 15 feet. I then saw floodlights and chain link fences all about, and I started quickly to walk back the way I came. I don't know how far I must have walked, but it was evident I should not be here.

A guard grabbed me by my arm on my way back and started asking me questions. She was clearly older than me. I was only around 14 in this dream for some reason, but she was around 23 or 24, fairly tall, and had long brown hair under a police hat. I asked her if this was some sort of military base and she told me I had no idea, as if it were something much more. She asked where I came from, and I told her. I told her that I didn't see much of anything, and would not tell anyone the things I had seen. (Except anyone who may be reading this blog post.) I said I would love to get a tour of the place, but I understand protocol, that it must be a very secret place and you would likely have to be a high leveled general to enter. She responded lightheartedly that just about any utility worker could gain entrance. She told the story of how they got someone in to install internet around the base, and he was given no security clearance. I was starting to think just how stupid this must be that she is sharing all this info with me, and just as I was about to say something she responded that they have a system in place that if any part of the base is tampered with or modified in any way unexpected, then the whole area goes on lockdown. The lights go out, the doors are sealed, and the area is secured until it can be investigated. I responded that it would allow them to immediately know where any breach is and who had done it. I then corrected myself to say they would not know the person's identity, but they would soon find out of course.

Just then a second guard caught up with us and almost all dialogue ceased. He led us down a flight of stairs hidden in a rock somewhere. He asked where it was I wanted to return to, and I said the state I had come from. This was the last I had seen of the first security guard. I can only assume the worst had happened to her after our encounter. I quickly descended the staircase over and over. I could see no end in sight. The stairs were almost like a stairwell in a tall building. You could not see the next floor down until you reached it- there wasn't a clear path down the railings you could look down through. The stairs were all cramped and slanted. There was no room to stand. You must down down at an angle. They were also not all uniform either, as some went different directions. I believe there were some small landings that had exits to locations nearby, but I knew by the guard's silence that none of these were my exit. He had been going behind me the whole time, and keeping a strong pace with me. I had to gown down many steps backwards, so that allowed me to keep him in sight. He had a very stern and solemn look, as if all emotions were erased within him. Just as I came upon an exit I realized I had forgotten what state I had moved to earlier in the week. I told the guard I was to be brought back to Texas, and so it was. I exited the stairway by myself through a small vent behind some chairs in a grocery/hardware store. Nobody noticed me as I got out of the vent, covered the entrance, and walked out into the warm Texas breeze.
Now in this dream Texas was still in the mainland, but Wisconsin, Illinois, and the other state I moved to in this dream, of which I have no recollection of the name, were all on the island with the huge mountain.

New house
I am not sure where this dream fits in. I feel it was a dream I had just before the one above. I recall my brother, who had the appearance of Matpat from youtube, kept showing a group of people around the house to his room. He was not the only one to do this, and I don't remember the whole purpose, but he wanted to take it an extra step each time. He would hide and wait until the whole group of us were gathered near his room, and he would throw a surprise of some sort and make a show of it. I have forgotten just what he was showing us, but it was something new each time. Eventually he changed bedrooms to a neglected part of the house. It was a small door located in a crawlspace in the basement. The door was much to small to fit through by anyone bigger than a small child, but he somehow managed. I saw this room when we moved into this house, but I had no desire to take it since I could see no easy way in. Nobody had examined this room before my brother had, so nobody had seen its potential. The people who lived in this house, and the group checking the rooms were my grandparents, my parents, my aunt and uncle, my other brother, and this brother's children. As it turns out this room was not dark or basement like at all. In fact it led to a secret part of the house that could not be seen from the outside. It was shrouded in mystery and had to use some sort of technology in its creation to hide it from prying eyes. There was a door to the left of the room that had not existed before being examined closely. This door led to a small room. It was an entry way to both an outside porch and the hidden bedroom that was there all along. You could always see this bedoom through the small door mentioned before, but you could not see its potential until you entered via this hidden hallway. The room was well lit and bare. Someone had lived here several decades prior, but this is the first time someone had gained enterance since then. It was very bright due to the outside light peering in from the veranda, and very clean as the room could not even allow for dust to gather about. Inside was just a queen size bed and a flat screen television with a mirror over it on the wall.

Youtube video
This one is more of a dream fragment. It involved being in the dark, on the same island mentioned above, watching a video on a computer on a desk in the middle of a fenced in area. There seemed to be nobody around, but I felt I was in danger as I watched the following videos. They were filmed by a man named David Knight of Infowars. He was showing off a new popular video game, and these images and themes hidden inside meant to program and brainwash anyone who had played it. They were obvious, but ignored by the vast majority of players. The signs had been messages from global overlords saying they would rule the people and establish their kingdom. Their way is the way of the future, and there should be no dissidents. Slowly these people in power would take over control of minor things around the population. Eventually, 1000 years down the road everything would be subtley owned, controlled, and created by the global elite. The average person would not notice it at all, but their whole lives would be under the control of some dark force unless they started to fight against it now.

Bear in mind I actually find David Knight a very reasonable person outside of that dream, and even though I don't watch him often, I would recommend his opinions and stances on many things.

I was a character designer working in a room with a long table with other people involved in the process. We are pitching ideas, though at this point we don't have an idea what the project is. I start doodling on a sketch, and it was to be a generic male lead of an adventure story to start. That's when the producer(?) says something like "no no... we need to go back to classic Alan Grant."

So now, my brain retcons things, and our project is designing Jurassic Park 4, and I'm supposed to decide the look Sam Neil's character is going to be. I free hand Alan Grant with a pen (Dream me is ridonkulously good at drawing, it looks like): He's flying side ways shooting a pair of pistols like he's in Hot Fuzz, and he's wearing his original outfit from the first Jurassic Park movie, only with bandoleers across his chest and holsters. His head is also over-sized, so it resembles one of those mall caricature kiosk drawings. The producer loves it (because he's a goddamned frat boy idiot, I guess). This dream fades.

Dream two had me in a government/military/agency building as some sort of mid-ranked officer(?), and I am feeling detached/disillusioned (at the time of this dream, I felt really disillusioned about my job as well). I'm in a classroom, and there are some college age students/cadets in there just hanging out.

My friend R, who is an actual teacher in Spain right now, comes in. He gives me a big bear hug (totally his M.O.) and kisses me on both cheeks, European style (this part I'm guessing he picked up from Spain). I ask him, "shouldn't you be in Spain?" and he says he's just visiting. I'm assuming this is my brain covering my tracks, and with more practice, I can pick up on these things more quickly. He sits in a desk near the corner of the room, on the opposite end of the wall sharing the door, and I sit next to him on the floor and lean against the wall.

We chat a bit, and the instructor appears. The room is suddenly filled with students. My friend T's younger sister, G, appears, and gives me a report -- apparently, there is a situation with whatever group it is that I am working for. But she also just settles down with R and me (so much for the situation) while the instructor lectures the class.

At one point, the instructor stops his lecture so he can call out Fat Neil (from Community). He seems agitated that Fat Neil is eating a tub of Tang! powder straight, and they have a brief exchange that's something like this:

"Do you know what that stuff is?!"

"Yes sir, it's just sugar and orange flavoring."

"Right. And it's not good for you. There's no vitamins."

At this point, the instructor confiscates the Tang! powder, and gives Fat Neil a tub of what I think it Protein Powder. Fat Neil resumes eating powder.

Suddenly, I realize that the walls are filled with gadgets and blinking likes, kind of like a supercomputer from out of a 60's Bond movie. The the dream got fuzzy before it fades.

(I really debated whether or not to record part three here; but it's so fucked up, I decided, eh, what the hell?)

Dream three is weird. I'm in a room, and I'm sitting in a chair. Sitting in a similar chair with me is someone that resembles my friend J, but it feels like it's a clone of her. We are just hanging out like we usually do, when suddenly she reaches into her purse and pulls out a device. She goes "check this out!" and puts said device to use. We continue chatting like normal, as if nothing happened, before I woke up.

For the people who are able to read between the lines, no, it was not one of those dreams; but I do find it uproariously funny because we have an ongoing "let's see who can gross out/make each other uncomfortable more" contest in real life, and a) this may be my trump card, and b) she has told me so many similar stories along those lines that after I woke up, my reaction was "Hmm. Yeah, that seems like something she'd do."

Also, nothing recorded for Nov. 5, and for Nov. 6, I can only vaguely recall that I was in the city, and I really wanted to help or save someone.

I dream of a sci-fi desert landscape, though the vibe of it has a grainy feel like I'm in the movie Dune. I'm in the role of a distant visitor, where I bring with me knowledge of a distant world to the kindly people of this planet which I'm calling Space Eden. They are dressed in robes, kind of like a futuristic-medieval society that, again, resembles Dune. I'm walking along their city, overseeing the defenses they are building. I am at a sloped pass, and two 20-feet tall Golems that move Claymation style guard the top of the pass on each side. They resemble muscular humanoids, except their feet are platform blocks starting at the ankle, so they are more defense towers than wandering sentries. I know I inspect more of their defenses, but I don't think I actually ever "view" it before the scene changes.

I'm now hanging out with my friend J, who is moping around the couch while I play video games. At one point, I discover something in the game that piques his interest, like a new option or setting or something, but he loses focus because I'm playing a basketball game, a sport I think 95% of the population of planet Earth have no interest in. My other friend Girl-J, who is also Boy-J's ex, comes in, and we all hang out with some slight awkwardness. Then Boy-J suddenly announces he has to visit his mother... in-law! And we all laugh like this is a funny joke in a sitcom. Don't ask me why my sub-conscious thinks I'd laugh at this.

The scene changes again, and I'm in a vibe that resembles The Great Escape, where it's sunny and hot and my vision again has the "grain" feel from movies in that era. I'm planning to enter a race as an opportunity to escape from... wait for it... Space Nazis.

The race itself is, somehow, a Go-Kart race for children, and I blend in by racing in a Formula 1 race car. During the race, I jump over a train a la Fonzie jumping over sharks, and I guide my jump so that the car hits the plume of black smoke coming out of this old-timey steam-engine train that happens to pass by. By Dream Science logic, the velocity of which I hit the plume of smoke causes it to produce even more smoke, allowing me to hide from the Space Nazis. I get a brief view change of an American SWAT team sniper -- who looks like the sniper from The Negotiator who couldn't shoot Sammy J, complete with backwards cap and wispy mustache -- reporting that he lost me. I don't know why he is working for the Nazis, nor do I know how anyone was able to lose me in the black smoke because it was a sunny day, and where else could I have possibly been?!

ANYWAYS, the Nazis also confirm I'm off their radar, and that inspires the child racers to run away. Their Go-Karts are now Hoverbikes, and they are also dressed in Star Wars outfits. They circle some Nazi officers like a biker gang on a little hill before taking off. The last child even does a wheelie, and he's dressed as Darth Vader, complete with a tiny, functional lightsaber that he waves around like he's on horseback. I think he will grow up to be a great leader of men.

The scene cut backs to Space Eden! Of course Space Nazis have begun invading Space Eden, and I'm back at the ridge with the Golems where my dream started. It is a very grisly battle, and I'm with the Edeners (thank God my subconscious sided me against the Nazis!), grimly overseeing the defense. The Golems kick plenty of ass, stealing laser rifles from the Nazis hands and shooting down the invaders. But the carnage is simply too much: The Golems take too much damage, and the one on the right crumbles first. The Space-Edeners fight with cool-looking plasma swords, but every time they kill a Space Nazi, they get ambushed and stabbed through the chest from behind and die a horrific death. That scene plays over and over again. The defenses we set up do their job, but we eventually retreat to the Great Hall.

The Great Hall resembles a very upscale restaurant in the modern age, kind of like the restaurant in The Six Sense. This part is where my brain really got deep with its story, filling out background details on the fly:

There's a love triangle being resolved in the Great Hall battle, and it is between a high-ranking Nazi General; his beautiful but distant wife (who is dressed in a flowing red gown); and the young Nazi Officer that loves her, and is now fighting for the Edeners. The vibe is kind of like the love triangle in The Titanic. The General and the Officer duel (with rapiers), and the General is clearly the superior swordsman. He overpowers the Officer and trips him down while knocking his sword away. Holding the rapier to the Officer's throat, the General sneers and stands over his opponent, says something dark (though I don't know what, exactly) as he is about to deliver the finishing blow. But the wife overhears that, says something like "Thank you for reminding me of Maurice (which Dream Knowledge fills out the story of Maurice as the Wife's abusive first husband)." She then grabs the General, suplexes(!) the General into a nearby soup cart, and kills him by dunking his head into the boiling-lava-hot soup that melts his face, Raiders-style. I don't know why this restaurant is serving soup that fucking hot. I approach the Officer to help him up, and I quip some smart-ass line like "your girlfriend is going to kick your ass," though I don't remember the exact words.

The death of the General turns the tides, and the Space Nazi President (yes, in this scenario, the Nazis have a Democratic society) surrenders. President Nazi is not, sadly, Robo-Hitler, and in fact resembles Mel Brooks as President Skroob. I will let the irony of Mel Brooks Nazi sink in. President Nazi begs for forgiveness, but the Elder of the Space Edeners say something like "your money can't buy back the lives you took today," and President Nazi is taken away by two, human-sized Golems.

The dream fades, though I know there was going to be a celebration. Too bad, I wanted to be awarded a Space Eden medal alongside with Han Solo and Chewie.

I'm on a basketball court at my primary school. It's night time, and I'm looking into the sky for some reason with other people. I see 3 moons, which looks pretty damn cool. I see a police car on the basketball court. I feel as if something wrong had happened and think it's because Daryl had left us.

I notice Daryl is in a cop car hiding. I'm now in the passenger seat and see Ian Healy (Ex Australian Cricketer). It was as if he was recording a commercial. I see that he's wearing a fluro vest. I look towards the road and people keep walking and riding right in front of him, not even realizing that we almost hit them. This happened multiple times and I said, we must be dreaming or something, this is crazy (I do not RC).

Ian Healy (Ex Wicket Keeper for Australia)

I'm now in the backseat of the police car and see a police men pull a girl I was with out of the car. She has a blanket over her. The police man starts to punch her, and I step in and try and defend her. I think I was raining elbows onto or he may have been elbowing the girl.

Aug 8, 2013

Third person view of me. I was in a train station. I saw myself come out of the train with another guy. An acquaintance? His face was unclear. Someone (a friend?) was being interrogated by an officer just outside the train. I asked 'What's going on, officer'? He said something about the friend, and I crossed my arms and faced my friend, asking 'What did you do [this time]?'

A map. Top-down view. A town. Various locations we passed by. There was a lake with monsters.

NOTE: I was partially aware that I was dreaming. In fact, I was interpreting the dream while watching it. I see it as a battle between my ego, superego and id. The officer is obviously the superego, id the erring friend (although I was unclear what he did wrong), and 'I' was the ego, trying to work between the two, but obviously downplaying the id's desires.

This dream was actually pretty awesome. First of all, sometime in the beginning of the dream, I had gotten a handgun. It was really shiny. Almost chrome. I was in my high school, and I went into the gym and there was an assembly. We were all watching a movie. Then I got the attention of one of my friends and showed him the gun and he was like "Damn... o.o" And then I showed another friend, (and keep in mind, we're sitting on the gym floor), and he said "Ummm.... You should put that away..." As I was about to, someone kind of far away brought out a gun to show us, and lifted it right into the air while they were sitting down. I gave them a thumbs up, and they threw the gun to me and I caught it, but then I noticed someone out of the corner of my right eye, and tossed the gun to my friend (The second one I mentioned), and he caught it.The person I noticed out of the corner of my eye turned out to be a police officer. O_O All the while, I was trying to put my handgun away, but it was in plain sight. The officer saw my friend with the gun in his hand that I tossed to him (which kind of looked like a rifle or shotgun) and he took his nightstick and basically just bonked him on the head with it. It didn't seem like he hit him hard but it knocked him out. The officer then said something like "No more of that." and then kind of started to report the incident to everyone out loud. "We discovered an entirely different weapon on top." (meaning my gun) But before he could knock me out with the nightstick, I woke up. Kind of felt like I commanded myself to wake up too. Almost like I was lucid at the very end of the dream. What I find strange is that.... The officer's voice... I don't even know that voice... It's said that in dreams, everyone we see is someone we know or have seen one time or another... The officer... I swear I've never seen or heard this guy before until this dream. When I woke up though, I started looking for my gun for some reason. ...lol ...So yeah, once again, another semi-lucid dream. I'm having a lot of these now. Perhaps it means I'm close to becoming regularly lucid?

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

I am a young blond girl of good families, but quite rebellious. I have some questionable friends and I do things my family would totally disapprove, like inhaling hairspray whenever things get boring.
I have a friend from school who is not as fortunate as me - she is from a poor family - but I really don't care about social class of a person as long as he/she makes me laugh. We are very close friends and we spend as much time together as possible. She comes by my mansion when my parents are not around, but the butler never opens the gates to let her in - despite my indignation and calling him all the names I can think of - so when she rings the bell, I slide down from my bedroom window to the terrace below and from there to the lawn and run to the gates to let her in. We then have so much freaky fun doing absurd and sometimes dangerous stunts.
She makes me so happy, sometimes I even think I am in love with her.
One day in class I slide a box with a ribbon on top, from under my desk to hers on my right. It's a gift for her and I couldn't wait for the end of the class to give it to her. Unfortunately the teacher - quite a bitch in my perspective - sees it and apprehends the box. She asks me what am I doing and I reply with a defiant smile, showing no remorse, shame or regret. I am always like this: I never, ever, feel or admit, even to myself, that what I do may be wrong. I am that free!
Although I am such a rebel, I am also brilliant and even without any effort, I get good grades. But the only class I truly love is literature and the guy who teaches it is the only teacher I respect and who can get my fully undivided attention. One day almost at the end of the class he talks about some lady writer and reporter with whom I identify a lot. She is Anne something (a big weird germanic name) and I write it down to help me memorize it for when I wake up (didn't work though). He says he'll say more about her in the next class, but I am determined to look for more info about her as soon as I get home.
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Later on, I am already employed. I work at some office, possibly a newspaper or magazine. I arrive about one hour late for work and I try to sneak in without being seen by the boss. My colleagues just shrug their shoulders, nod their heads, but don't say a word. Unfortunately my boss blocks me at the base of the staircase to the upper floor where I have my desk. He looks unpleased, but not extremely enraged, so I say I'm sorry and make up some really bad excuse why I'm late. He says he's tired of my pointless excuses, since I arrive late every single day, they no longer work. I laugh, he's got a point. In that case, why doesn't he just let me go to my desk? He does. Everybody in the office considers me a spoiled brat with no notion whatsoever of responsibilities, but they all love me and forgive me my manners.
A colleague tips me that a certain guy I have a crush on - a navy officer who is, by coincidence, non other than my RL friend Granger - is coming by today to meet the boss, of whom he is a friend. I know he loves me back, but he just can't deal with my rebel, careless attitude, which is just the opposite of him. I see him stepping out of a car, so elegant in his uniform and as he enters he immediately sees me. He hides his true emotions but he flirts with me anyway and I play along, dreaming of the day he might consider me worthy of his true affection.

Here is one I need to write down before I forget it...

I parked my turquoise truck in a gravel parking lot surrounded by trees. There are few other cars in this parking lot, but I haven't seen anyone else. It's early morning, the sky is grey and cold, and I believe I am in uniform. I open the passenger door and my cat jumps out and then runs across the parking lot diagonal from the truck. I run around the truck and call for her in an excited voice. It was one of those times where I knew if this wasn't a dream, that she would keep running from me, but I wanted her to come back so I had a "this is my dream, you do what I say" moment. She stops, looks back at me, and trots on over. She jumps up on the truck bed ledge and purrs and rubs on me.

By this time I go to pet her and give her a little kitty lovin's and an Lieutenant in uniform walks on over. She says "Is this your cat?" I nodded and smiled. She then glared at me and said "Why didn't you salute?"... I had been in uniform and didn't have a legitimate excuse, so I looked down and was in civilian clothes. I replied "I'm not in uniform!" and she gave me a snooty look and walked off. I put my cat back into the truck.

Had another dream after that, but I can't remember that one anymore.