This was a dream that was only a hair’s breadth from being lucid – one of the dreams where I can’t be entirely sure that the only reason I didn’t realize it was a dream was that I was taking it for granted that it was one the whole time. I start out standing on a grassy hill outside a very large house at night. A man is nearby – another dreamer. Together, we fly up and then over towards the house. I have to help him part of the way because he can’t get high enough, but we make it onto the roof and go inside. I can’t remember much of the journey, which seemed somewhat reminiscent of a video game, and after a while, we reach a room with a bunch of other people. They're all dreamers, too. They’re chatting, messing around, having fun, but I have something more serious on my mind. First, though, I ask a woman to heal me, since I was injured by a monster on the way. (It isn't actually painful, still in line with video game logic.) I joke that I never got the hang of healing magic myself, but don’t mention I have a reason for not wanting to use too much of my energy right now. I go past them, up through a door in the ceiling. Once again, I'm standing on the roof. It’s night out here too, but otherwise, it looks like a completely different place than the one I entered from. Almost close enough to touch is a tornado. It’s completely still though: it looks like it was sculpted out of some steely metal, frozen in place. I did this at some point in the past, freezing it in time, but it won’t be long now until it starts to unfreeze. I gauge its strength and determine that I won’t have trouble taking care of it before it unfreezes. But there’s another problem: the effect is already wearing off with some of the monsters around here, and I probably can’t take care of everything at once. I may have to get some of the others down below up here to fight them – but I don’t like that idea. They’d probably be happy to, but they’re relatively inexperienced, and I don’t want to get them into a potentially dangerous situation. I start by taking out some of the smaller enemies with lightening – things like little wild pigs running around. Then I see that another monster is watching me – an enormous cyclops goat monster. I have the impression that he’s sad, like he’s taking it personally that he’s been unfrozen all this time and I haven’t even noticed. This is maybe weird enough to wake me up. 20.5.21
After having to kill an animal and making sure to make it as painless as possible - essentially reaching into its mind and turning it off - I've wound up in an argument, arguing against the raising and slaughtering of pigs for meat. (Dream me and waking me have very different opinions on this.) I find it incomprehensible, especially contrasted to the concept of pets - including pigs kept as pets. I talk about the distribution of souls, how bizarre it seems that this one will be raised to be pampered and the next one raised to be meat, with no obvious difference between them except how they're treated. I'm speaking with a woman from some religious order, talking about an orphan boy; with me is a man I'm close with who runs a clinic, which is where I met the boy. I've asked her to guide the kid to some local official or guard or something along those lines, to get him placed in a (word that means both orphanage and workhouse - I'm thinking of it as a place where he'll be cared for, the best place for him). She's telling me she can hardly be expected to keep an eye on some street kid who wants to run, especially when there's so many orphaned refugee kids coming into the city - many of whom would jump on this chance that he's trying to get away from. If he wants to disappear among them, he will. Even if she and the official keep him in line until he gets to the orphanage/workhouse, he doesn't want to be there; he'll just run off and disappear again. The observer side of me thinks she's right, I can't force the kid to stick around someplace he doesn't want to be just because I think I know what's best for him, this is pointless; but the character side of me is thinking, so much for the supposed compassion and charity of her order. (Woke up. Back to sleep.) I'm watching a man sleep and trying to work out a way around a problem, thinking of ballads like Thomas the Rhymer and Tam Lin, thinking of warnings about people who stumble into something they shouldn't and wind up obsessed. I'm trying to avoid that in this case. This is a man who's abandoned some responsibility - nothing to do with me, this was before I met him, but I need him to take that responsibility up again. I'm trying to think up a dream I can give him to push him in that direction, but I'm concerned that if I interfere too directly, I'll just end up leading him further away from the path I want him to take.
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First dream I was in home. I bumped at my younger sister when I walked the corridor, she thought that it was intentionally and shouted at me, that there is no cure for someone like me. I went outside. In the barn I saw two small pigs. I started to pee and made a huge river running through the barn. I thought Where is everybody? and then I saw the open garage They must've driven somewhere. Second dream I was in some kind of research facility. There was a girl with a notebook talking with a scientist. There was lots of research note in that notebook. I wanted to gain access to secret files, so I lured two students to make a distraction. They wanted some other notes, and they received some maps. Using opportunity I sneaked with that girl and one of students to the secret files. I looked at maps, and we sneaked into a basement. A zombie attacked us there. It tore the girl apart, and bitten me in my leg. I took some kind of metal bar and a piece of glass and started hitting the zombie until it was knocked out. Then I snapped his neck and with student we escaped. Later I saw it all from a level editor perspective.
December 07, 2014 Minecraft Meets AoT I was in Minecraft, and there were HUGE pigs and whatnot. Like... HUGE. The size of mountains. They took a lot of hits to kill, even with a diamond sword with enchantments. But when I finally did get one of them to fall, I got a shit-ton of porkchops. I also killed a giant chicken, and it dropped one massive chicken, already cooked. I was sitting there, eating it, when I encountered a massive pair of siblings. I was in a hammock over the door in a kitchen, right next to a fridge. I was having trouble getting the meat off the tendons for some reason, when the children came. They were so big. I think they were trying to kill me, becaue the next thing I knew, one of their fists was coming down on me. I flew up higher than the Titan children could reach, but they seemed to be getting all the larger. I was flying through a mountainous landscape, looking at the huge chickens and pigs and cos below me. Ruins Fee I was on a large boat with my brothers, and we were headed for an island in Thailand, or just off the coast, or something. It had ancient ruins on it, and we wanted to go see them. I parked the boat rather sloppily, and then had to redo it a few times because the person who was supposed to catch the rope I threw wasn't there and I kept missing. When I finally did get us docked, the dock master asked for the parking payment and entrance fee to the island. It was the Thai equivalent of $35. Or it was 35 bot, which is like one US dollar, I believe. Anyways, I didn't have any money, so I asked my big brother if I could borrow some money from him. But just as I was paying the dock-master, our mom came up on a jet ski and told us we had to leave here at 3:00 because our grandparents had just gotten into town. It was already 2:53, so we basically had to leave right then.
The first part of the story was taking place in this midevil city guarded by a kindly dragon. The entire city was a castle built into a small mountain, and everything was 8-bit, like an old video game. There was a story about two lovers who were really old and were not sure if they still liked each other. The man was really small and scrawny, at least at first and the woman was really big and fat. The man said he was going to do something so that they could love each other again. ... The man and the woman were talking once more, but the man was standing behind a counter. He then said that in order to love his wife he decided to get really huge and fat like she was, so he went to the market and bought ten live pigs, and killed and ate them all. He then stepped out from behind the crate and revealed that he was huge and fat like the woman. The woman was really happy for him. ... Then something happened having to do with an evil wizard attacking the city. He cast a spell that made it rain miniature spears out of dark storm cloud. The man and the woman ran to go inside but because they were both so big and fat, they were both hit by spears and killed. ... The story was a side quest in some kind of retro game that I was playing. The story had some tie-in to me walking around my university and seeing the man from the story, but before he became fat. He was following me, asking me if I had seen the woman that he loved, and I told him I knew the story, but didn't know where she might be. I think I ran into S while walking around as well.
This dream takes place at night time, on what appears to be an empty airstrip, with a row of tal floodlights erected upon tripods which 100s of people gather around. I can hear rave music, very generic, as i walk along this airstrip, and i can also see others behind a fence waiting to get in. I then get flashbacks of actual flyers that once advertised these rave parties waaaaay back in the early 90's. The dream suddenly shifts a bit, i now find myself indoors, in an almost white room, with grass on the floor, UV lights which makes everything glow brightly, and there is one lone raver on the dancefloor waving his arms about but not moving his feet. There is an opening and i go through it, and naturally i see pigs, real pigs, snuffling about on the floor, but the pigs look strange, their actually covered in orange "cow like" markings. Now i am outside again and it is an early summers evening, another airstrip, this time one i actually recognize from the waking world as a place where i once had a fab night out partying til the sun came up. As the dream continues, i find myself milling with 1000s of other ravers waiting patiently for the party to begin. There seems to be cars driving about with no wheels on them, not only that but i soon find myself in a car at this dream location, just looking for somewhere to park. I do not recall much more of this, aside from the fact that it felt so real, specially the first and last parts that i can remember, among the floodlights on an airstrip, as i did go to many parties on airstrips/airfields/hangers from 1989 onwards, the last one being 1993, a Perception all nighter on an airstrip, this was the last part of my dream. In reality myself and my friend Arfur, arrived at like 5pm, joining about 50 or so others to wait, it was a lovely summers day on april 30th, so we head towards the marquees and sit on the grass to smoke some reefer before the party began. Some hours later this is rumour that the rave had been cancelled, and a little later more, we ran towards the marquees and had a gib party anyway. In the dream i only dream about waiting during the early evening, when more and more were gathering for the same reasons as us. Its a shame that dream didnt go all the way to the actual party, as my memories of that night are fading fast now anyway. I dont know what the cow marked pigs represented, maybe the police, thats what we call the police sometimes, which is wrong i know, pigs are sensitive and intelligent animals whereas the police... Anyway, not a bad dream in all, quite vivid, id say 11/15 for vividness, but i have no idea how long this dream lasted. I also had fragments of american wrestler The Ultimate Warrior appear, not surprising as i read before bed that he had sadly passed away, i briefly watched american wrestling in the early 90s and he was my favourite, he just looked so powerful and striking, the best mullet in the business. RIP you giant.
My first dream was boring. I dreamed I was at work and hadn't taken my lunch at the time I was supposed to (I was an hour late going to lunch because I got caught up working on something) and my manager was mad at me. My second dream was more interesting: I dreamed I was at Disneyland. I was staying in a hotel building that was white and faux "plantation style". I was on the 2nd floor. The layout was weird because the kitchen was split in half, and part of it was outside on part of the balcony. Anyway, it was also a first person shooter. I was trying to get out of the hotel room and sneak past Snake and Patrick Stewart, who were armed with laser rifles. I accomplished this by crouching, going out onto the balcony, leaping off, and hiding in a large stand of trees. Unfortunately, a patrol of enemies led by a woman in a strapless top (it was red and looked like part of a ball gown) and camo pants killed me because I used my own laser rifle (which, by the way, I thought was pretty awesome) to shoot the wrong mook. It also drew the attention of Snake and Patrick Stewart. Game over. I restarted, but forgot to crouch when leaping off the balcony, and got shot. I restarted again. This time, I crouched as I lept off the balcony, made it, hid in the trees, shot the woman in the camo pants, and completed the level by making it to an opera house/ballroom. It was a large, French-looking manor-like building with a moat and fountains. Anyway, now it turned into sort of a minigame. I had to collect cartoon pigs and store them in the ballroom. I also had to collect food from various plants around the hotel and either store them in the fridge or use them to fill my Hunger bar. I felt semi-lucid toward the end, but my alarm went off. Review Dream clues: Pretty much everything. If I had to pick one thing, though, I'd say the ability to "replay" reality was a pretty big one (and a potential bridge to lucidity).
first part of the dream was about keeping little pigs. they were really friendly and there was a grey one, a pink one and a japanese one which was animeesque with weird angular bone structure and advertising branded on it. also there were hedgehogs in the garden. then i was stressing about being made to conduct my cousins wedding. i was wearing a long tail coat and for some reason looked like the bastard child of stewart lee and russell brand as i checked my hair in the mirror. back home and jennifer aniston is there as i am trying on these multi coloured towel shorts things for her. then we are out in the garden and i notice we are growing peaches and one of them is ripe. i give it to her and as she bites it, the juice runs down her neck and chest....
Non-dream Dream Dream 1: I am house-sitting for my parents in their old house on Pam Ln. My wife is with me and we are sleeping in the master bedroom downstairs. The bedroom looks very similar to what I remember as a child except in addition to the sliding door out to the spa there is another very large window behind the bed. My wife wakes me up. It must be morning because we can see clearly out of the windows. She is very concerned because we see a coyote walking across the window by the spa and our cats our outside somewhere. I try banging on the window to scare it away but this doesn’t work. After this attempt I resort to tormenting the coyote. I am laughing at it, scratching on the walls, yelling at it, and talking shit on it because it can’t get inside. Suddenly it gets dark outside as if it were nighttime again and the coyote grows bigger. More coyotes are outside now and they are trying to get in. I regret my previous actions and I am now frightened. The coyotes are very intelligent and one of them is talking to me – it called me stupid. My wife and I move upstairs to my old bedroom, closing two doors behind us. We are almost certain that the coyotes will get inside of the house but we feel safe in this room. We realize that we will eventually have to face them when we leave the room and we are scared. Wake up. Dream 2: I am in a huge crossfit gym getting coached by coach D. There is some kind of tournament going on. I haven’t been to the gym in a very long time so coach D is designing a special workout for me. I begin with box jumps and he brings out a 12” box. I pride myself in being a great jumper so I tell him that for this exercise I want to use the same box everyone else is using. He brings out a 30” box and I am having a lot of trouble with it. It seems to be as tall as me and I have to use my hands to pull myself up onto the box. Embarrassed that I can’t do it, I call coach D over and ask for the shorter box. Then I move on to a 225lb deadlift and a few other exercises. Coach D and some other people are recruiting me for their football team but I decline. They want me to play the occasional cornerback by I say that in order for me to play I have to be one of their main options for quarterback and wide receiver because that’s what I’m used to. Soon after my workout I discover that there are hundreds of pigs lying around the gym. They are all dead, hairless and they appear to have been infected with something. I am completely grossed out. We all get white trash bags and go around throwing all of the pigs in the bags. I am now standing in a disgusting pool picking up the pigs. Coach D apologizes and explains that his pigs are breeding out of control and he can’t handle taking care of all of them – that’s why they died. The horrible pool of water that I am standing in contains a bunch of broken needles. Me and some other guy step on the needles and one goes very deep into my foot. I announce that I have been stabbed in the lymph node and it is very deep. The guy next to me says it will be fine and I reply “you don’t know as much about science as I do.” I have a strong feeling that it will give me cancer. I am not in the gym anymore and it looks like I am at someone’s apartment. I go through some weird scenes explaining what lymph nodes do. Basically if you leave stuff open then bad things like pollen and other irritants will get into the lymph nodes (?!?). Bill Murray is acting it all out. Bad things are attracted to me now and are trying to get me sick. Dream 3: I am in the parking lot at a golf course. Some guy comes up to me and begs me to play. He tells me that nobody is playing this course because there is some crazy guy roaming the course. He offers to pay for everything: green fees, golf balls, etc. I accept. We go into the pro shop and he purchases a couple of golf balls. I tell him that I’m not very good so I will probably need more than that. We head out to the course and the guy changes into my dad. The course is very difficult and the balls are cheap. They look and feel like balls of mud. I manage to birdie the first hole. On the second hole I out-drive my dad off the tee but he ends up winning. I got stuck in a sand trap that was impossible to get out of. One time I managed to hit the ball from the sand trap and hit the flag stick, but the ball just rolled back into the sand. I eventually realized that there were other holes IN the sand trap that were eligible. I go back to his house and he administers some strange medicine that makes me very sick but I get better later on.
BiscuitHappyz's Dream More fragments last night. Sorry about that. But I do have a fun little extra... Fragment #1: I had a dream that about three of my middle school friends were in, and we were walking through the sunny and not very dense pine forest outside of my elementary school. One, let's call him Yarblarblar, was yanking on my hair, and it stung a bit. "Stop that, please," I say. Yarblarblar laughs and continues anyway. "Stop," I said after a while of him tugging, and more assertive this time. Yarblarblar thinks this is hysterical, but ceases for the time being. I could tell he was going to do it again, though. I saw a large stick wedged into the ground near a towering pine tree, and I got an idea. I walked slowly, waiting for Yarblarblar to resume pulling. Once he did, I pulled the stick out of the ground with my left hand, as though it was a lighter version of the Excaliber. I swung it at his ribcage, and it narrowly passed through his block. It smacked him within three seconds of when I withdrew the stick from the ground. And he hunched over, clutching his rib. "Owww," He moaned. "Whoops," I said, sincerely. "Didn't mean to hit that hard, mate. You okay?" Fragment #2: I was playing a Minecraft 1.8.2 patch, and was slaughtering a pack of pigs. I was in a bright green plain surrounded by rainforest. So yeah. Pirate version: I had a dream that about three o' me middle school buckos were in, and we were walkin' through t' sunny and not very dense pine forest outside o' me elementary school. One, let's call him Squid-Brained Scallywag, was yankin' on me hair, and it stung a bit. "Oi, stop that, matey, if ye will," Says I. Squid-Brained Scallywag laughs and continues anyway. "Avast! Ye should stop now, bucko, if ye know what's good for ye." I said after a while o' him tuggin', and more assertive this time. Squid-Brained Scallywag thinks this be hysterical, but quits for t' time bein'. Avast, I could tell he was goin' t' do it again. I saw a big arse stick wedged into t' ground near a big arse pine, and I got an idea. I walked slowly, waitin' for Squid-Brained Scallywag t' go back a pullin'. Once he did, I pulled t' stick out o' t' ground with me port hand, like it were a lighter version o' Black beard's cutlass. I swung it at his middle, and it closely sailed through his arms. It smacked the fool in three seconds from o' when I withdrew t' stick from t' ground. And he hunched over, clutchin' his rib. "Owww," Says he. "Yarrr," I said, sincerely. "Get yerself out o' t' bung hole, mate. You okay?" Fragment #2: I be playing Minecraft 1.8.2 patch, and was escortin' a crew o' pig to Davy Jones' Locker. I was in a bright green flatland surrounded by rainforest. Aye. Arrr, happy yap like a man o' t' seas day to ye! EDIT: This managed to take a spot on the Lucid Inquirer, for Dream Journal Weekly! Thanks for choosing it!
Updated 09-24-2011 at 04:40 PM by 49493
BiscuitHappyz's Dream More fragments last night. Sorry about that. But I do have a fun little extra... Fragment #1: I had a dream that about three of my middle school friends were in, and we were walking through the sunny and not very dense pine forest outside of my elementary school. One, let's call him Yarblarblar, was yanking on my hair, and it stung a bit. "Stop that, please," I say. Yarblarblar laughs and continues anyway. "Stop," I said after a while of him tugging, and more assertive this time. Yarblarblar thinks this is hysterical, but ceases for the time being. I could tell he was going to do it again, though. I saw a large stick wedged into the ground near a towering pine tree, and I got an idea. I walked slowly, waiting for Yarblarblar to resume pulling. Once he did, I pulled the stick out of the ground with my left hand, as though it was a lighter version of the Excaliber. I swung it at his ribcage, and it narrowly passed through his block. It smacked him within three seconds of when I withdrew the stick from the ground. And he hunched over, clutching his rib. "Owww," He moaned. "Whoops," I said, sincerely. "Didn't mean to hit that hard, mate. You okay?" Fragment #2: I was playing a Minecraft 1.8.2 patch, and was slaughtering a pack of pigs. I was in a bright green plain surrounded by rainforest. So yeah. Pirate version: I had a dream that about three o' me middle school buckos were in, and we were walkin' through t' sunny and not very dense pine forest outside o' me elementary school. One, let's call him Squid-Brained Scallywag, was yankin' on me hair, and it stung a bit. "Oi, stop that, matey, if ye will," Says I. Squid-Brained Scallywag laughs and continues anyway. "Avast! Ye should stop now, bucko, if ye know what's good for ye." I said after a while o' him tuggin', and more assertive this time. Yarblarblar thinks this be hysterical, but quits for t' time bein'. Avast, I could tell he was goin' t' do it again. I saw a big arse stick wedged into t' ground near a big arse pine, and I got an idea. I walked slowly, waitin' for Squid-Brained Scallywag t' go back a pullin'. Once he did, I pulled t' stick out o' t' ground with me port hand, like it were a lighter version o' Black beard's cutlass. I swung it at his middle, and it closely sailed through his arms. It smacked the fool in three seconds from o' when I withdrew t' stick from t' ground. And he hunched over, clutchin' his rib. "Owww," Says he. "Yarrr," I said, sincerely. "Get yerself out o' t' bung hole, mate. You okay?" Fragment #2: I be playing Minecraft 1.8.2 patch, and was escortin' a crew o' pig to Davy Jones' Locker. I was in a bright green flatland surrounded by rainforest. Aye. Arrr, happy yap like a man o' t' seas day to ye!
Weird dream about eagle boys pizza. The beginning of the dream is unclear, but I'm sure I was in an Eagle Boys pizza, which was more like a Hogs Breath Cafe restaurant on the outside, and inside. It was some kind of school excursion, perhaps. I was using my school laptop to try and access their webpage to get information - perhaps on the llama, but the internet wasn't working or the website didn't have the information. The page looked something like a router settings page. We were discussing something at the table, I think it was about animals, in specific, pigs? I remember discussing with a curly haired male - reminiscent of one of my friends about the signature of the Llama which was the security guard of the restaurant. I remember having passed the restaurant in a bus at the time, and trying again to get information about the restaurant on their website.
1. I'm in an apartment that I don't recognize. I know that for some reason I have to get all the way across town very soon. I have a large beer that I am trying to finish as quickly as possible. There are large bowls of ramen noodles. Someone makes a toast and they say that it is for "the most boring man in the world". 2. I'm going to class. I don't recognize the setting of the classroom. I sit down at a desk away from most of the people in the room, because I do not know anyone. We have to watch a video, but from where I am sitting, I can not see at all. Some of the dream characters notice this and beckon me over. I grab my bag and I sit at a table full of DCs. The instructor hands out some papers. I look up and notice that the instructor is my old boss. This confuses me for a minute. "But I was fired... Wasn't I?" I ask. He doesn't seem to know what I am talking about. I look down at the papers that he has handed out. The heading of the text starts moving in a psychedelic way. This should have been a dream sign, but instead I think that I am having an acid flashback or something. I hear someone laugh, and I look up to see a girl about my own age with dark skin, dark hair, and grey eyes. She is smiling and laughing at me. "I know that look." She says and winks. We talk for a while, and when I look back on it now, it seems like she was trying to hint to me that I was dreaming. She tells me that her name is Zenia or something similar. I also talked with a few other DCs but none of them are quite as memorable. I go outside for a cigarette, even though I have quit in real life. I run into a friend of mine, and we wander for a bit and end up in some strange mall. I realize that we will probably get in trouble for smoking in the mall so I suggest that we head back the way we came. We pass by the class again and Zenia and her group of friends are still hanging out outside. I go over and say goodbye to them, then I run back to my friend and continue on our walk. We turn down one street and come across a family of wild pigs, inexplicably living in the town. The babies are very cute. When they see us, they run out into the street, and my friend and I desperately try to save them from being hit by passing cars. I grab one and it struggles to get away from me, and even tries to bite me. I run and put it down on the other side of a nearby fence. As I am running around to try and save the others, I realize how absurd the whole situation is. I think that I must be dreaming. As soon as I have this revelation, the dream starts to fade. I get down on my knees and feel the ground. At first it feels like concrete, and I breathe a sigh of relief. Then it starts to feel soft like the sheets on my bed. I start to worry that I am waking up. Suddenly it feels like I am standing on my bed in the dark, holding the headboard for support. I can't figure out if this is really happening or not, or if this is part of the dream. It was part of the dream, as I got rid of my headboard several weeks ago. Another lucid though! Even though I'm still having trouble making them last, the fact that they seem to be becoming more frequent is encouraging.
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