28th July 2021 Several bits around the same theme of survival. Fragment: I'm watching a video, or TV broadcast. It's about a survival show on a large island. They're saying "in our previous show only a few survivors could manage to scratch a living but now up to seven million tribals will be competing!", something like that. There's this image super-imposed over a panning view of a tropical island. The super-imposed image is an idle animation of some white tribals posing together, forming a sort of pyramidal composition as is often seen in group photos. I think to myself that the older existing tribes won't take kindly to such a number of newcomers. I also think to myself that I'd rather be there myself, playing, rather than just watching TV. (transition or recall gap, chronology got messed up in recording the dream) I'm on a sandy and sunny beach, it's near noon judging by the sun. I later become aware that to my left there is a jungle or forest area and further left and close-by is a ruined town or city. I came out of some kind of drop pod and I see someone else who just has too. I'm not sure whether or not I should trust someone else at this point. Then some raptors about our own size appear and they start harassing each of us. I hit them with something and try to grasp them by the neck and try to twist and break them. I possibly kill one or two and help the other person out, a woman. Then when we're in close proximity, one of the raptors is trying to steal something from me, and it succeeds. I try to catch the raptor and it behaves like a cheeky dog and I may be slightly annoyed. The woman recommends I let go and don't bother chasing the animal. I eventually let go and the raptor stops being cheeky and just ruins off into the ruined city. (recall gap) Still with the same woman? She needs to send an e-mail to someone and I know there aren't many places where she can do that, here. We go into a building that I was in before at some point in the dream. Inside, it's dark. Lots of dark brown colour, like rust. There are many mechanical mechanisms and there are a few desktop computers set up in a cramped corridor. There are many things here that I know to have been set up by H in the dream. I sit at some chair or something in front of a computer. I'm trying to change the plugs around back so that she can use this old Windows 95 machine, because I still don't fully trust her and figure that this way she won't be able to release any viruses intentionally, or accidentally. For some reason I'm struggling with the plugs. The video connection coming out of the W95 machine is almost like a USB but the shape is slightly different and won't fit into the even weirder input shape on the other computer, or screen. I eventually give up and just let her use the normal computer, feeling that I can trust her just enough anyway. (recall gap) Something about another building or another part of this same building. There's some small weird water gremlin bug thing... In actuality it looks a bit like a grey coloured shrimp but in the dream I think of it as crayfish. I am nervous around it because it moves erratically and I don't like its look and the look of its "whiskers". Notes: - The next day, I was using some Firewire stuff with H to set up a microphone for me to use. At the time, that made me think of the USB-like plugs in the dream, because Firewire is not too different in the physical look of the ends and its intended purpose is similar anyway. - My nervousness around the grey creature was related both to shallow standing water in that area and also to the residual feelings of fright or jump-scare I still get from, for example, some arachnids. -- I do not particularly like shrimp, neither in look or smell, though I can't say I recall their taste. I always thought they looked a bit too "bug"-like to eat, despite their popularity in my native region. - I had to look up crayfish because I couldn't actually remember what they looked like; the dream creature really didn't resemble them.
30.12.2015I'm About To Die (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I’m inside of a house with someone that looks oddly familiar, and it made me slightly melancholic over who it was, and what would happen later on. The atmospheric overlay of the dream was this blurry yellow that varied depending on the context of the dream, but things were still pretty realistic. We’re navigating through a house, and we’re following someone who seems to want to sell it to us, or at least look around as prospective clients. I believe the person I’m with is wearing a yellow jacket with a dark orange shirt underneath, and some basic, blue skinny jeans. Her hair is tied up, and she seems to be fairly casual in her movements. We’re at the backyard of the house, and I noticed there’s a map in front of us. It’s placed on top of this white stoned stand that’s maybe 3-4 feet tall. The color of the fences are brown, and there’s a few accessories outside, but I didn’t pay too much attention to them. I get closer to the map, and started to look at it, and it zooms in to where it’s covering my perspective in the dream. I can see all sorts of things from the bedrooms, the bathrooms, and just how spacious this house seems to potentially be for two people wanting to buy it. I started to get weird sensations in my dream body that something ominous will happen. We decided to go inside quickly by opening the glass patio door with a black handle, and we’re finally inside one of the rooms that seems like a conduit to other sections of the house. The carpet seems to be this milky white color that’s saturated with the yellow/orange lighting of the house. Naturally, one of us closes the patio door, and noticed one of the doors in front of us is moving sporadically near the golden-brown doorknob. She’s trying to reach out for the door to open it, but is hesitant, but gets tempted the more we have to wait. I’m standing still with my arms around my head looking at her, but not saying anything to her in fear that whoever is on the other side might hear us. The tension augments, and her hand gets close and closer, but she keeps retracting. I hear doorbell ringing for a few times, but didn’t trust that this encounter would be friendly whatsoever. The girl unfortunately succumbs to opening the door, and out comes an entity wearing a yellow hoodie, and a Scream mask, and was at least 6’ to 6’ 5’’ tall. I see their wielding something, and looks like it could be a long gun, shotgun, or even just a metal bat, but whatever the case, I started to panic. They look at the girl first, but I didn’t hear any gunshots, but I wasn’t able to even concentrate on her existence at all. I was more concerned over mine, and even though it was a dream, I could get over predispositions to want to assume a fetal position, and a state of helplessness. I just wanted to wake up, and even told the entity to just go ahead and do it. They’re looking down on me, but there isn’t an immediate reaction to shoot, or whatever mode of action of injuring me. I just wanted to wake up… Not in fear over what would happen, no, I'm not going to die in a dream. But more so of what happened to her, even if it may have been a symbolic representation of something else. Whatever it is, it's not good, and is probably something for me to be cautious for. _________________________ 30.12.2015Running Away & The $120 Billion Dachshund (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID This dream is convoluted in some circumstances, and this impression could be that I was shifting my perspective to other people, or something. I’m inside this grandiose educational facility that was revealed to be a rich, High School facility of some sort. The first experience that comes to me is being inside of a dark room, but being able to see the auditorium on front of me through an open wall slit that’s about two feet in length, and 5-7 feet wide. I noticed that this area is probably the room for containing some of the musical instruments, and other accessories. I see that there’s some kind of function going on, but it doesn’t involve a lot of people. There’s maybe 25-40 people taking a quick glance, and I noticed that I could be on show in front of these people. I can hear muffled sounds for a bit, and then it became a little clearer. The person outside of me would eventually have a Bill Nye type of visage, but there were several nuances later on that would make me think otherwise. I feel that I need to escape this area, even though things seem peaceful at first. I just get a weird vibe that I should just get out of this place, but in a casual manner to prevent suspicions. But, I go ahead and make a dash out of the room, and went to the left side of the auditorium to catapult myself upwards on the black set of stairs that stretch at least 50-60 feet diagonally. For some reason, I noticed one person sitting down casually with their arms pressed against the side of their stomach, and their hands coming together to clasp each other. He was Hispanic, bald, and had a thin goatee. He’s wearing a red worker shirt, and some black pants, and as I’m continuing to dash, he glances at me for a second in shock. The audience seems to have their attention towards me now, but I didn’t care. I finally reach the top of a semi-dark room with a dim, white/yellow lighting on the top right side of me. As I’m preparing to plan my course of action, I figure that going straight down to the right was practical. At the onset of this, I hear someone telling me, “Brandon, I have pictures from your profile/phone…” I stop for a moment with eyes wide open, and started to question if there was any inappropriate content, but I reconciled with myself once more that it’s nothing to worry about indirectly due to it being a dream. I shifted back to being apathetic once more, but took a quick glance over to see the visage that matched the voice that declared this to me. It was a slightly obese, Hispanic female that I work with at the time with long, black curly hair. She’s wearing her worker uniform, and I’ll just nickname her MT for now. MT thinks said profession would have me tempted to give up, and she tries to look over when she’s like 150-200 feet away from me. I continue moving forward, and notice more random dream characters show up, and all of them have realistic visages, and a believable existence so clear and crisp. I could see the detail of their shirts, the sub-surface scattering from where the white/orange lighting is the conduit in emitting it on their body. For some reason, I think there was a rendezvous point to meet someone, but for most of the dream, it was me running for my own sake. I noticed other people were following me, but they weren’t after me, presumably. I continue running in varying degrees, and moving around in directions I can’t really have a mental map over. The first exit outside I see is to my right, and outside is just absolutely beautiful in spite of the bland setting the moment I step out. For the first few 20 feet or so, there’s gray concrete along with some gray walls with no stylization to them; just a pasty looking appearance. There are a few fancy umbrellas in the middle of some tables with metal chairs stacked around them that were black barred, or had a gray metallic composition with some strong fabric for the seating and back rest. I’m running, and aiming to go up, or down the stairs in this fairly long area of the environment. It leads to other areas inside, as if rooms were built underneath the natural landscape of the region that’s presumed to be a fall overtone. At some point in the dream, I noticed there’s this girl that’s oddly familiar, and we’ll just nickname her AriW for now. AriW has her short hairstyle that seems to garner a lot of men her way to compliment, but this is just a characterization of her. She’s wearing this dark, golden leather jacket with this shirt that is a mix of red, orange, and black, and she’s wearing either light blue skinny jeans, or black ones. She’s following me, and I felt a natural ease around her, but as I’m trying to escape, I noticed that she’s catapulting herself to latch onto my back. She starts to get obsessive towards me, and I can’t make out what she’s telling me. I just hear her giggles, and she had a strong resistance to hold me back. I’m struggling to get her off of me, even though it wouldn’t have been difficult to continue running. Her bonding with me seemed way too strong, and it was an unsolicited one. I was going off of predisposition to deter away from her in spite of her attractive visage in waking life. Unfortunately, in order to get her off my back, literally, I had to twist around, or something, and use my arms to grab some portion of her body, and throw her on the ground. She still maintains that fucking disturbing visage that I just can’t get out of my mind even after what I did to her; just an entity with no soul inside of her; like all she could do was have her eyes open, and the smile implanted into her visage. The creepiness lingered on for a few seconds, and I reign in my sense of self, and managed to get out of this area. I noticed that I’m wearing a black shirt, and basic blue jeans at the moment, but the style may have fluctuated throughout the dream. Now that this part was accomplish, the next event involves me looking inside that same auditorium, and this time, I think I’m in a spectate point of view where I don’t pay too much attention on whether or not I’m in my dream body. There’s this Plexiglas that’s rectangular, and is around 10 feet tall, and 15-20 feet wide. There’s someone inside that’s being treated like this circus freak for some reason. Things become equivocal in the dream in relation to the context of what’s going on. There’s this bald man that’s wearing this fancy gray dress jacket and pants, and a red dress shirt with a white collar of some sort, and a jet black with a mélange of blue tie. He has this position where he is upright, and is blabbering on about the subject inside the Plexiglas container. The person inside seems to be a dimwit; completely devoid of any cognitive ability that indicates that he has some kind of awareness over what’s going on. All he’s staring at is this thin bordered green rectangle in front of him that’s probably 12 inches tall, and 15 inches wide. There’s a holographic vibe to it, and the more he presses it, it emits this voom, woom sound that’s pulsating. He seems to enjoy doing this, and how he gets out is very contrived. The man that was outside somehow got his way into the Plexiglas container, and was probably going to do some maintenance for either the person, or the container itself. There’s this piece of paper that has this small cut at the edge, and there’s random black font around it. There’s a green strip at the opposite edge of it, and for some reason, I think putting the piece of paper near the green rectangle can activate something. And I don’t know who’s doing it, but it’s being done, and there’s a gap that’s being opened up to where the seemingly incompetent dimwit is holding it, and maintains a position where his hands are holding both sides of the paper, and he bends his knees to where he dolphin dives his way out of the container. He somehow runs and escapes, and everyone starts to panic a bit, but he’s no threat. The man that was inside quickly came outside to profess a manhunt for this individual. And he brings out some documentation, or check, and he professes that this “dog” is actually worth $120 billion dollars. I zoom in on the check/documentation, and it’s at least $120,607,XXX,XXX. It looks like a cashier’s check now that I think about it more, and the guy is offering $50 billion dollars that would be divided in 2 if anyone can capture this individual. I decided to dissipate from the environment, and felt there wasn’t much meaning to it at all. _________________________ 30.12.2015Tutorial/Model Melanged Together (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I’m looking at a tutorial I made in real life, and navigated through the video only to realize I’m also capable of rotating the model at will. Woah. _________________________ 30.12.2015Wearing Underwear At The Shrimp Store (DILD)NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID So, I and a few people have intentions to go out somewhere, specifically the shrimp store for something. I had a feeling it would be a section from a larger retail store similar to one I work at. It was nighttime in the dream, and things felt pretty realistic, but I had some assurance that it’s merely a dream. I noticed that I was paying attention to my body more without even looking at it; there was just these feelings coming out for me to pay attention to my body, but I shrugging it off. We end up going inside the large grocery retail store, and proceeded to go to the shrimp store, presumably. We had to sit around for a bit, and the people I was with were probably gone. I noticed that as I’m lurking around the area randomly, there’s this guy that looks like one of my previous boss’s boss at another store that I’ll nickname Veg for now. He’s wearing a light blue dress shirt, and has the same bald spot as ever, and is looking at me funny like I’m doing something funny. He picks up his phone, which prompts me to want to pick up mine, and I noticed that he’s trying to call me, but there’s some difficulty. So I get close to him, and tried to structure a query of what he felt was peculiar about me. He was on his laptop going through YouTube videos of Yu-Gi-Oh! 5Ds parodies, and had a playlist of “Things to say to Yu-Gi-Oh! Card traders” or something like that. I see an image of Yusei Fudo in one of the thumbnails with his face at an angle towards the bottom left corner of the screen, and with the movement of his visage, it’s like he’s moving fast, or something with huge eyes trying to drawing a card for exaggerated theatrics. Then, something came over me, and I realized that I was only wearing underwear, and maybe some long boots. I felt awkward, but the dream characters didn’t mind. I believe I called someone to tell them that I’ll be going inside the car for the time being until they’re done, which they didn’t mind. _________________________ 30.12.2015Too Early For Work (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID So, I’m inside a store again, and this feels like a continuation of the previous dream. It’s morning time, and I feel that I need to arrive to work around 11:15AM or so. I start doing things around the store, but nothing related to working at all. I’m walking around with a blue shirt, and brown pants, and I noticed a co-worker, that I’ll nickname ShaP, who tells me that they’re a little t Naturally, I look down, and they’re kind of saggy, and don’t really feel tight at all. She starts professing other stuff in this trailing voice as if she’s really into me. I shrug this off, and get pissed off at her apprehension for personal reasons that I rather not talk about. I move on, and turn around to get away from her. Then, I realized that I work at 12PM instead, and quickly ran to the nearest person that could be in a similar position as I am. I see it’s the short girl that should be a cashier in waking life, and she’s holding the iPhone with the scheduling for co-workers. I try to tell her about this, and she seems pre-occupied with things, or maybe is flustered with people coming towards her for help, and other inquiries. I try to tell her several times again, but gave up, and presumed she got it. I go outside while feeling ShaP is still glancing over me, which is really different than the other dream above this one where I thought we were going to die. Ugh. So, I go outside to my car, and decided to start it while thinking of where I could go for the time being.
Updated 12-30-2015 at 05:49 PM by 47756
Dream 1: First we were at some theatre and there was a man on stage with a dragon that looked like it was made of clay and at the end of the shows it turned into a paper box kite, still in form of the dragon, but for some reason I thought it was a giant squid. Later in the dream I discovered it was real whilst walking through a plaza of Japan, but while it was in front of me, instead of a dragon it was a giant shrimp (but I still thought squid). Turns out the guy who owned the dragon/shrimp/squid was actually John Watson (Sherlock) who hated the theatre life and wanted to give up his sanity in order to die. I tried telling him not to, but he clicked a website link on a piece of paper (which was how he was giving up his sanity) and died. Then we were on some kind of airport and heard a tiny 'clink' from a plane that was landing, apparently it crashed, but the plane was totally fine and everyone in it. There were two cars there, a YouTuber (Robbaz) who I watch took the children into his car to drive home safely and my friend from school was in the other car, waiting for me and my other friend to get in the car. Next we were driving out of Queensland which was also Hollywood, we drove past a hotel called the "Artery Hotel" which was an almost flat and tall building with an elevator in the middle and apparently I had stayed there. Dream 2: I was in some kind of video game, sometimes I was spectating and sometimes I was in it. A few friends of mine and I were running away from these monsters, one type looked like a shadow beast from Zelda: Twilight Princess: except, it had a more tear dropped shielded face, only had weaves coming from the top and at the back like multiple tails, walked on all fours like a tiger and dripped some kind of goo. The second type had a seaweed like body, they usually had one, two or three and had circular heads with glowing white eyes. The third type looked like the first except it walked on two legs and was more muscular built. Soon I was spectating and Sherlock Holmes (Benedict Cumberbatch) was running from them (I watched Sherlock before I went to bed that night). He was trying to be smart about the situation but ended up cornered by them and probably died because I woke up before it happened.
I'm in my living room sitting on the couch, some family and strangers are here sitting on the couch and on recliners and such. We know that cameras are set up everywhere, we just don't know exactly where. It is because someone signed us up on a show like big brother. Some of us walk up to the master bedrooms bathroom, the door is open, we look in and there is smoke and flickering lights and an organ playing creepy music, the show made it a haunted bathroom and this girl next to me needs to use the bathroom but she is to afraid to go in so we go sit on the couch and the music stop in the bathroom after awhile so me and the girl walk to the bathroom ninja like but then the music starts up again. I tell her " There's no way they can watch us the whole time" but it seems they do. So we give up on the bathroom, all we do is sit around and are conscious of being watched. There is this random microwave between the tv and master bedroom door. My mom hands me this microwave dinner, it's pasta with shrimp, so I put it in the microwave and set it to something but the I set it to something like [as''9:4422ffg] I just couldn't figure out the microwave so that setting seemed fine and I turn it on and walk to the kitchen to open the fridge and see what other food or drinks the show provided us. I just see cardboard scraps and a clear plastic bag filled with water and dinner rolls, I don't want soggy bread I think then shut the fridge annoyed at the show messing with us with stupid fridge items. I go to the microwave to check on my food, but when I open it isn't there anymore, now a tupper wear bowl filled with water is just sitting in there. I assume the show did it to fuck with me so I yell "They're fucking with me!!!", but then a stranger says "oh no, the show didn't do it, your mom threw it out.", I turn to my mom and say "what! you dumb ass!!why did you do that!!'", and she just gives me this stupid calm look and say "I thought you didn't want it", so I say "You dumb ass! I put it in the microwave because I wanted it!", and I just get angrier and angrier because the look on her face gets more and more empty like a bimbo.
Dream – Lucid I worked at Subway and the coffee shop I used to work at. I’ve had that dream theme before. I remember closing up Subway at night, and the back was very dark and eerie (a common occurrence in these dreams as well). And we were wading through water full of raw shrimp and lobster. We’d crack them open and eat them…raw. This happened more than once. I also remember feeling anxious about my schedule, thinking I had missed work at one of the jobs. ~ I was playing a Pokemon game in my brother’s room with Jason. It was nighttime. As usual in these dreams, I didn’t know how he got there, who let him in, or whatever, but he was there. And he was kicking my ass at the game. I would KO him, I remember specifically using some crazy powered-up attack and killing him (he barely had any health left), but his Pokemon had some special move that revived him. It was a Squirtle-like Pokemon, and he used some move that had to do with his shell, and it brought him back up to full health. I had really crappy Pokemon for the most part, so he really had the upper hand. I kept on commenting on this. He really didn’t have a whole lot to say. I also remember him talking to my brother a little bit, and me wondering why in the world my brother was even tolerating his presence, knowing what he did to me. The whole time, I noticed the feeling I got when he was around: Nervous and excited. I figured it was coming from him. I just wanted him out. I wanted him to leave my house, but I couldn’t say it. I don’t know why. Then, the game turned into some cut scene that was like an anime show. As we watched (I was sitting on Blake’s old bunk bed on the bottom bunk and the TV was on the opposite side of the room from where it usually is), I took the opportunity for us to go in my room. Inside were Sara, Caitlin, and Nick B., the first guy I ever kissed. Sara and Caitlin were at my computer. I introduced them to Jason. Sara said “Who is he, your boyfriend?” And I said “No, it’s just…Jason. This is Jason.” I hesitated, because I wasn’t sure what to call him. I debated saying “friend”, but he isn’t my friend. So I just said his name. Jason repeated me and said “Jason” as he shook Caitlin’s hand. I kicked everyone out of my room and house because I was ready to go to bed, and ready to get Jason the hell out of my house. ~ I then went on to dream of Jason and his family. We were now inside what appeared to be the Pokemon game. Jason’s family was sitting by a tree at night with their backs to him. I heard something about him having hurt his family in the past.
Updated 01-09-2013 at 08:12 AM by 32059
Non-dream Dream Dream 1: Did this a few times - 1. Buy 2 white bricks (drugs) and a lighter. 2. Go into a secret door in a hotel and use the lighter to see. 3. Find a secret room downstairs - pay hookers and do the drugs. A fine ass prostitute came up to my hotel room right before my wedding. We are ready to go but she has to pee. Then my wife gets back early from wherever she was. She tells me we have to do some wedding thing where we have to dance around all of our guests. We go outside and there is a huge pool with all of the guests seated around it. We all dance in a line around the pool. The hookers were invited and we were on roller blades. Dream 2: I pick up some dirt with my Dad's truck. I am with Bender from Futurama. Someone steals the truck. I become a cloud and I can see Fry's (from Futurama) face stretched around the planet. Then my wife and I are swimming in the ocean with a big net. I am explaining how to catch shrimp. We drag the net through the water and catch one shrimp. My wife is so excited.
Spectrum office/At home in the living room, watching the computer/TV. The "show" on the computer/TV seems to be a boy who is chatting on a computer, and seems to be showing him from a computer camera on top of the computer screen. Then I was in a mall. Or a shoe store, with a weird exit/entrance. I was with mom/sis. Someone's about to buy a veeery weird shoe, which is very high, and has red, strawberry-like design. I was walking in the city. Late afternoon. I met a person who I haven't seen before. He's an old man who's also a Wiccan, and we talked. He walked to his store, and he commented how I look a lot better (healthier). I told him I have minimized my smoking, since I only smoke if I'm in the company of smokers, which isn't very often. I remember animals pass by as we talked about this, from our right to our left, mostly ducks and some dogs. Upon arriving, we continued talking, and then he set up a food mix. With two live fish, and I think two live shrimp (all are bigger than normal ones) inside a plastic. They're all still moving slightly. The fishes are catfish, I think. The shrimps are brownish. Then there are also a mix of fruits and other stuff. The rest are mixes of fruits. I can recall the colors red (reminded me of strawberry) and orange/yellow (reminded me of pineapple), inside transparent plastic bags filled with white stuff. The whole thing reminded me of a salad. And cheese. Me mentioned cheese several times, adding it here and there. There's a "glass" where he "insert" inside the plastic and squeeze, "mixing" the whole thing, and then "putting" them back in their particular container. Seeing that the fishes and shrimps are still moving, and partially tearing the plastic, I asked for a bigger bag to put everything in. I think all of them are for a recipe, and also has magickal significance. Not sure what. I just accepted it. When I was about to leave, I asked for his number, and I wanted to make sure that I got it correctly, since it is very difficult to catch him. I recall it started with 0906, and then had 34 and 0, but I couldn't remember it all. ---- NOTES: - Afternoon dream - Raining, cold - Listening to Brian Mercer & Robert Bruce MAP week 2 morning affirmation - Woke up aware of what I'm doing and successfully returned to dream several times
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