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What I can remember of the dream starts off with me talking to my boyfriend. We're in our apartment and we're talking about moving somewhere together, but I tell him that I have a job that I have to go do first. I have to go to a different city and investigate some strange disappearances where none of the locals can figure out what's happening. I walk over to my laptop at this point to check my email, as I at some point earlier had emailed the mayor of the city I was checking out to try to make accommodations for living arrangements. I noticed the mayor had messaged back and I was stressed out to realize that it was my ex, and the message he wrote was this:

Hello [Name],

You know you're always welcome here. I have made arrangements for you to stay in the best place I could grab for your temporary visit. You know I look forward to seeing you.

It made me a little antsy and my boyfriend even more so in my dream, but I told him that he knew I had work to do, so go I must. There's a brief period where I'm packing up my things, and then the dream skips.

It now goes to my ex and some other man at the city. It almost seems like old-timey western, but with a high flair of Victorian steampunk. The second guy present is rather lanky and tall, and everything about him is dark. He's dressed in all black and with a bearded face, dark hair, and the only thing bright about him are his green eyes. It's night outside, and him and my ex are standing just outside a fenced area and just inside is a baby elephant. It's walking around inside as the two men talk. They discuss my coming to town, and the stranger looks very happy while my ex does not.

"You don't have to do this," my ex says as he watches the little elephant graze around inside the fences. The other man just laughs and keeps his gaze ahead as well, "Except I do have to, she stands in the way of my future plans." Not long after the man speaks, a small area of earth crumbles in on itself just behind the elephant's back feet, and it cries out as part of it slides in. It recoveries briefly and prepares to pull itself out, but it cries out again as something seems to grab onto it and drag it inside the hole. The cries of terror quickly die out and are instead replaced with low squelches and gurgles. The two of them stand there a little longer after the sounds die out before the stranger says, "And this will help me take care of the problem."

It then goes to me once more, perhaps the next night, getting settled in my temporary place in my pajamas, and for some reason I have brought my dog Chad with me. I am putting away some of my stuff when I find a note in one of the drawers in the bedroom. It's from my ex, and it's warning me that someone is trying to kill me and that I should check for something I didn't pack and hide soon. I don't see anything unusual in my bags, so I go looking through drawers until I find what seems like a large slab of raw meat, and it completely reeks. Who knew how long it had been in there! I was going to simply remove it and disregard the message when I heard and felt a low rumbling in the floor near me. Extremely frightened, I grab my dog by the collar and run to the bathroom that's interconnected to my bedroom. I shut the door quickly and sit on the floor with my pet, my arms wrapped around him and my heart beating through my chest.

The loud crack of large wood splitting comes from the room and I wake up just as I actually see the shadow of some large creature from the crack underneath the door.

Amount of time slept: 2 hours

Fragment: System Overwrite Would be a Lie

Something was wrong on system, and someone else suggested to overwrite it all with different version, but I objected because that would be a lie.

Over the Top Gift for Stranger

A woman whom we do not know in waking life, who in the dream was a neighbor of someone we know, in this dream this woman was retirement age and she had a granddaughter, but I did not see the granddaughter.

The dream starts with the woman picking up a brown paper bag contents unknown which I had set out for her in my front yard which was different than waking life. I saw her, and said something like, you must be so and so, nice to meet you.

Somewhere in this dream, the woman lent my sons something of her granddaughter's. So to repay the favor I bought for the granddaughter an electronic gaming device with one game and a Halloween costume (I think it was an Iron Man costume, anyway a superhero one, mostly something a boy would be more likely to like). My husband saw me buy all this, and he said it was over the top, but out of some reason the part he objected to was the costume not the electronic device. He thought the costume should be for our son instead, but I objected that he wants to be Peter Pan for Halloween, not Iron Man.

This occurred 6 months ago. I had the same dream 3 nights in a row.
It always started in my room and I would be sitting on my bed. Then my door would open and a guy about my age, maybe older walks in smiling. The thing is I've never met this person in my life!
He sits on my bed and just stares at me, but it doesn't feel strange. I somehow have this attraction to this guy I've never met. What annoying is that every time I wake up I forget his face, which really pisses me of. Everytime I try to remember, all I get is black hair and a blurred face.
Anyone have any ideas of what this might mean? Cause I'm at a lose.

It felt like an hour drive when we arrived to San Jose, CA. Although it should have taken a few more hours. We were next to San Francisco, right on the border. The sun was barely beginning to make it's way through 7 am. I didn't think much about any other worries that I had, I just wanted to enjoy this city and probably get a chance to speak to one of my favorite Youtubers, SimplyUnlucky.

Me and my father were taking a small break at the rest stop. We talked to each other for a few minutes. I talked to him about how awesome it would be if I met Simply Unlucky and how exciting it was to be in the same city he was in. His home was only 10 minutes away, judging from a phone I had in my hand a little earlier.

I thought about visiting Unlucky but, I just didn't think he had the time for a person like me. My father tried to insist but I already know what it'll probably end up like. I was in no mood for him to keep on trying to persuade me. Perhaps if I had a couple of trading cards with me, Unlucky might of just let me talk to him for just a few minutes...

There was also another lesson learned from this dream, well, I think I should try harder. There was a man who I was just about to walk past by. Before we did, he slowly stopped and kindly grabs the back of my chest and the front of it and straightens me up so I would be so hunched back. He mentioned that it's not good to keep my body hunched like that. My mother always tells me but I keep forgetting. It was sort of embarrassing, especially because my father was staring. I never liked feeling underestimated but at least it was for a good reason.

bed: 10:30pm - wake: 4:00am - wbtb: 5:15am

I am instantly (dream-awake) laying on my side on a brown wooden table, probably in the same position I fell asleep in. I know immediately I'm in a lucid dream but just to be sure I look at one hand and a few of my fingers are predictably faded out or invisible. I tell myself to remain calm and slowly try to get up off the table. I can see that I'm in a room I don't recognize but the walls are made with rough fitted blocks of tan and brown stone. It has an old look but I can tell the room is in fact modern, without decoration, and very clean and brightly lit. It reminds me of perhaps a hallway in a nice church.

I push myself up slowly to sitting with my dream hands so I'm sitting upright now and stand up. I slowly walk to the wall and run my hand over the stone trying to solidify the dream with some tactile sensations. I stone feels rough as expected and slightly cold. The dream is pretty solid at this point so I exit the larger room into a hallway that also has the same stone walls. The hallway curves at various points almost like your following the passage of a maze. I decide to try levitating and raise my legs into the air so I'm floating and as expected I'm able to move forward more quickly and smoothly.

I'm afraid of the dream fading which it often does when I'm flying so I drop my legs back down to the ground, crouch down and again touch the cold stones with my hands to keep the dream stable.

Down the hallway the passage seems to open to a larger room to the right and I can hear voices in the room. I become a bit afraid of what I will find in there and I'm hesitant to go further as I don't want this to turn into something awful. Just as I consider this a little blond girl walks into the hall from the big room. She is smiling and welcoming me into the room. The dream fades out quickly and i'm back in bed awake now.

I let out an exhalation as my feet rise and fall on the hot sand. Its warmth ascends through my body as a light breeze glides across my skin, offering a relief from the hot sun in the clear sky overhead. The dunes of a vast white desert stretch out before me miles in every direction. I am alone. No one but me and the endless sand and dust in the wind.

A figure shows itself in the distance. A man? Standing out there on the dunes. His long robes flow in the wind as he stares, as if waiting for me to continue on with him. It could be nothing but a mirage, but he's there. Standing. Waiting.

To my left - sand. To my right - sand. I must follow this elusive stranger.

I attempt to quicken my pace, but my legs are slow and heavy. The sand grows deeper. Each step I take sinks down into the dunes beneath my feet. The weight of the sack over my shoulder slows my pace. Regardless of how close I seem to get, the mysterious stranger always seems to be half a mile ahead, each moment disappearing over another dune. My instinct to catch up to the him is strong, yet my skepticism comes forth. Is this a mystic or is this a trickster? An illusion or a real being? The tricksters encountered in the past have been many, drawing me into the depths of their schemes. Lured in by my curiosity and their promises of higher knowledge, only to find myself caught within their web of lies. Chained and held prisoner within a cave of endless illusory pleasures, staring at the shadows of the puppeteer behind me. Captivated with no choice of control and no freedom of thought as my neurological hardware finds itself hacked and rewired by a malevolent existential programmer. Food for the carnivorous fish in the deep sea of a predatorial universe starving for vital conscious energy.

However, this doesn't feel that way. I have a choice in the matter. I feel the ability to turn back at any moment. My heart tells me to continue on, that this is the way, and so I follow.

My legs are heavy and my breathing is slow in the thick desert air. Hours seem to pass by with a lost sense of time melting away into the sun as it beats down on my bare shoulders. As the seconds, minutes, or hours pass, however, I make it over the top of the tallest dune.

Below me is a vast canyon, spanning far to my left and right. The distance to its bottom looks staggering. Jagged rocks. Darkness. On the other side of the canyon resides a lush jungle. The sound of waterfalls and birds singing in the trees graces my ears. I know I have never been to this forest before, but something feels familiar and welcoming. Across the canyon stands the mysterious robed stranger. I look down, but see no way of crossing to the other side. He stares into my eyes, his gaze penetrating my soul. In those eyes I see my own. The deep blue. The white hair. This is so familiar. Something profoundly deep and eternal resides between us.

I look down at my hands and notice the white paws and fur covering my skin. This is me. He is me. That is who I am. As the realization hits me, a bridge forms. Frail and held together by nothing but some twine and a few boards, but there nonetheless.

I can't make it with this bag, however. If I lose it though, I lose the only sense of identity I have. I lose my past. I lose myself. Many times before have beings nearly tricked me into leaving my past behind. Tricked me into forgetting my name. The name of my family and ancestors. It binds us to ourselves. If we forget our name we forget what it means to be a human. So quick are we to give up our identities for the sake of achieving fame, recognition, or making a quick buck. Is it worth it though? Is this mysterious forest worth the risk?

Behind me lies the white desert, in front of me the lush mysterious jungle.

I don't have a choice. I must go. I drop the bag I'm holding and make my way slowly, but surely across the bridge. I feel lighter, I feel free. The bridge sways beneath my four paws and I attentively place each one, careful not to crack a single one of the boards. One misstep and I'll go cascading into the rocky chasm below. The boards creek with each step and the breeze blows against the fur of my ankles. One step. Two. Three. Four. I will make it across. There is no turning back.

I glance behind me to realize I'm halfway across. A surge of accomplishment and positive anticipation wells up through my veins. With the sense of achievement comes a spiral of light from every direction. Bursts of fire surround me. The bridge. It's transformed. Pure glass. Not a thin glass, however. Strong. Sturdy. Unbreakable. I look into the crystal flooring to see my reflection. I am older, no longer a young cub, and my mane has begun to grow. With each step I feel myself grow closer to wisdom.

As I step off the bridge I make my way over to the stranger in robes. He stands tall. A white lion. A wise sage, eyes filled with the wisdom of the ancients. His velvet robes embroidered in blue, black, green, and yellow designs. Natural and flowing, psychedelic, but not overwhelming. He stares into my eyes and with his gaze I know this spirit has been with me a long time. That he has been following me throughout my daily life, his silent words speaking to me through every experience, guiding me along the winding rivers. I know now this being is within me. My higher self. My future. My most true form.

We walk through a path in the forest and life permeates the air, spirits in every direction. When I close my eyes I feel the mother of our world, a great serpent. Wise and powerful, stern but loving. Her gaze is piercing. Right to the depths of my being. I know this is not my territory, but it is her territory. She offers it to us. She shares it, the comfort of her love pervading our every thought.

The jungle air is moist against my skin, the trees are tall, and the scent of flowers and flowing water is refreshing as it courses through my body. As we turn a corner in the path, a beautiful sanctuary reveals itself beyond the leaves of the forest. Mountains, hot springs, waterfalls, and lush foliage surround my companion and me. Within its center resides a pristine lake. Water so clear one can see all the way to the bottom, circular stones covering its floor. So white and round they could almost be eyes gazing up from the primordial depths of the Earth. The trees are the most pure green I've ever laid eyes upon. This is paradise.

My guide turns to me and smiles.

"Are you ready to find your destiny?"

And with that we walk off into the mesmerizing sanctuary before us, transfixed by the mysteries that await.

Bike Fail

I am riding my mountain bike in the woods. I come to a point were I want to take a canoe with my wife. I try to get set up. I notice how big the bike is and how little the canoe is. I set the bike aside and try to just get the canoe in the water there is some strange guy in the water and his canoe.

I get the canoe set and notice the guy built a fire right next to my bike. It melted the cables off and the bike felt hot. I have no breaks or gearing now. I am so pissed. I tell the guy what he did and how he should pay me some money. Hes says, "what you want a loan." I say, "Oh yeah imagine that. Someone being responsible for what they do."

I get the bike to our camp site and show my wife. Now the bike is worse. The nut holding the tube fork is gone. I say, "This is just dead weight now." I get the idea to lock it up at the visitor center nearby and get it when we leave.

I dreamed that an old Victorian home was left to me in a will. There were so many valuables in the home (mostly antique clothing, that in my dream was extremely valuable). There was a man in the house who was going to list all of the items on eBay for me and help me sell them. I fell completely in love with this man. We were making out and slept together. We even told each other we loved each other and in the dream I felt a HUGE love for this man. A love like i have never felt before. I could not stop touching him.

I was in a church. There's a melon offering. Then an airplane offering? Like a toy. Then someone (or something) was possessed. I saw some people are asleep on the pews. Someone (me?) tried to exorcise the evil spirit. It was successful, but then the great-great grandparent of the evil spirit rose up, and possessed the whole church building. The whole congregation ran away.

I was somewhat the building, but this within the town. I was with some companions. I was on a bridge-wall. I was looking at a dome building. The whole town is being possessed now. Yellow mood. We ran further.

I was looking at the whole town from afar. We planned something to destroy the whole town. I saw it destroyed, but then it regenerates. We cooked and ate from afar, but in view of the town. A guy arrived and cooked fried rice for us.

I was in a van with some people, going somewhere. We arrived. Just the two of us. Me and a woman. We arrived at a house, up in the mountains of nowhere. We set up the house. It feels lonely, but it feels safe, and away from any trouble. I then wondered what to eat for dinner, so I asked my companion. We're going out to buy food. I walked to the back of the house; it looked like a mini forest, and dark. Like the "back" of the town I'm in, hidden "behind" our elementary school. I commented how it feels like a good place. She complained saying there's no TV/electricity. I walked down the front stairs and found that the "stair" (a pile of flat stones) is unstable.

As we walked out (afternoon?) of the house, and seeing the view of the countryside of grasses and visible houses from afar, I told her she can read books. As we walked down the dirt road towards the perpendicular cemented road, she complained that everything is far from everything else. I told her she could use the exercise.

We walked up the street to the van and bus terminal. There are a lot of stores there, like a marketplace. I commented how, if we brought a dog, it will be lonely, because I/we are traveling.

We went into a pharmacy. Now she's a "he." She bought some stuff. One looked like a pineapple head. I asked if that's dinner. He said no, that's a baby. I looked at it again, and it looked like a freaky head of a baby. I asked if he wanted one, why don't we just get one (?), and he hesitated, like he realized the truth in my statement.

Then I saw a mask, like a gas mask for the asthmatic, fly when a doctor overdid something. Or rather, it floated to the right. I saw him get it, and again, did something wrong. He said something about cheap apparatus not working properly, and how it's better to get expensive ones that work dependably. I thought he was just saying it out loud for people to buy more expensive ones and for him to earn more.

I went outside and saw down the beach from afar, but saw it up close. There are people swimming in the clear, blue water. Then I my view went back to the top of the countryside, and from afar, I saw the clouds and mountains. The sky is red and orange, the mountains black, and I saw an image of a man holding back two mountains on either side of him that are about to fall on top of him. Red lightning danced all over him. I thought, I should have brought my camera for this!

The name Labaw Donggon came mind. I hear the roar of thunder as the man struggled.

Original Date: Today!
Type: Ordinary - Non Lucid
Dream:
I was in my bedroom which had a table and a tv, not a bed and not like my real bedroom and there was a makeshift kitchen behind it where the wall would be. I was talking to Nick on a walkie talkie and I was startled by someone appearing in the doorway, it was my neighbor's girlfriend. I was shocked how she got in cuz my door is always locked. We sat and talked for a bit then my neighbor came over to get her. As they were leaving, he turned to hug me and said he would be back over later. (We've seen each other in passing, but never spoke a word to one another) I just said "uh huh, sure you will" while rubbing and patting his back, not understanding why he would say this when he had his girlfriend. They left and I locked my door. I went back to the room, was talking to Nick and suddenly after a time the neighbor was back in the house, he said he wanted spanish rice and pulled a bad from the cupboard in the makeshift kitchen, but it was dry lima beans with rice mixed in it. At some point, he was gone and there was a stranger girl in my living room in front of the door. That's when I noticed my door was broken, like my neighbor broke it when he or his girlfriend had left! It's hinges were off and there was rust on a broken piece at the bottom. I was very panicky about this while talking to Nick about it over the walkie. The neighbors I could see outside sitting on chairs playing with my dog while the stranger in my house was talking to me about stupid things my neighbors would do or talk about and how they'd act in the car. (I think she was a friend of theirs and at one point I actually saw her in the car with them while she was talking about it) (in real life I never see him with any friend) Then my dog was in the house, I was in the kitchen, and saw her squatting to take a crap on the floor, I started to go to stop her but then was just like fuck it and just kept talking. (My ex was in my kitchen, he used to be a cook, he took off his shoe to show me giant mushrooms that he cut and put in for padding. This was supposed to be my boyfriend Nick because of his arduous job, but turned into my ex.) Then the dog went to the living room and crapped more in front of tv. I went around to pick it up and throw it out and when I went into the living room there were people bringing in chairs and there were pieces of jewelry sitting on white pieces of cloth like for gifts or a display or party and I think it was being organized by my ex's mom, but I did not like this in my house.

Objective Context:
I heard my neighbor and girlfriend talking loudly when I first woke up at 430am (no doubt from them). Not wanting to go outside or back to work in 3 days. Feeling safe and content in my home.

Age of Dream Ego: 26

Associations to the Dream Settings:
Invasion of peace and privacy, feeling violated with loss of control. No control over my home, where I feel most safe.

Date: Aug.25/26
Time: Approximately 7:05 am

Description: This is another non-lucid dream. It is only one dream, and it is only in fragments. I can't no matter how hard I try, remember much of anything. Even feelings are scarce. But nonetheless here it is.

Dream: I am walking down a street and see somebody that I recognize (not a friend or anybody I know, it was a feeling of just going along with whatever the plot was). We have a place where we hang out. In this place, a water pipe is broken, but it still seems to work. This person I am with brings over a couple of girls to the house. One of these girls is more official than the other in their relationship to the guy. They both like each other too. This guy ends up wanting the official girl over the other women. I invite a couple of guys to this house we are at. DJ comes over and we mess with the computer, trying to lay down beats in FL studio. I pick up the headphones I use and give them to DJ. I end up back on the street walking the opposite way I was in the beginning of the dream.

It was night and I was wandering with Jimmy along some road that went beside several gas stations. It reminds me of a place in skellefteå which is just like that and I think this might be inspired by that.

In some way it came to my knowledge that Kim was offline from msn. As I and Jimmy walked along the road, Jimmy suddenly requested a can of cola. I said that I could buy one for him so we headed for the gas station that was most far away of them for some reason. When walking there, two middle aged guys passed us and one of them said "hej!" to me. I got somewhat confused because I didn't recognise him at all. I still said "hej" back and for a while I kept pondering who he was.

We locked our bikes (which we didn't have until then) outside of the gas station and went in. It didn't at all look like the interior of a gas station. It looked like some industrial storage room or something. Kim was inside standing next to some fence thingy that looked a bit like a boxing arena. She said that her bike was stuck in the boxing arena thingy (this makes so much sense, lol). Me and Jimmy helped her lifting out the bike from it but when we all tried exiting the "gas station" we discovered that the door was locked! Oh no, we thought! Then we unlocked it and went out just like that.

Now it was snowy outside and there was a snowplough that looked like a black limo. Something was special about it. I went to a parking lot nearby and the snowplough was now a red-blue race car. I was supposed to enter it, so I tried to. But it was very very tiny or something so had problems when entering it. I had only gotten the legs into it when it started driving! I yelled to the driver to take it easy and wait for me to get in. Somehow I got in after a while and while the driver was some unknown, impatient and unpleasant guy, the person sitting next to the driver was my dad. I don't remember much of the trip except that my dad was angry and I argued with him.