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2022 June 2nd

Dream:

I'm at some kind of garden/arena place. A quite big round building, at any rate. There's a feel of old home to it. Some walls are white?, with I think a blue trim running along some of the edges. The exterior perimeter is decorated with aquatic and palm motifs in small tile mosaics. Vivid colours. It's sunny.

I walk around until I get to an entrance to the central area that goes up and in. As I walk around, there are grape-like husks that I'm stepping on, they're a dead blue, but nice somehow. It took me a while to realise they're the fruits of some of these plants. Some kind of leafy canes, which arc with the weight of their fruits. The other side has small banana things instead, but both plants are the same with different fruits. On the upper area inside, I remark to H who's nearby, that it looks like one half of the garden is one fruit and the other half is the other fruit, and there seems to be a clear divide.

I feel that this could be related to sunlight and shade. The grapes on the plant are actually white grapes (green), unlike the blue-ish husks on the floor. I remember picking and holding one. I think I ask H if he's tried one of the banana fruits. I'm not sure if he should eat it.


2022 June 6th

Fragment:

(Last bit at the end of a longer dream. Didn't write recall early enough.)

I'm with H and he's kind of doing his own thing, and I'm descending a vertical mineshaft he's made, digging my way downward through its sides. It's a mix of Minecraft and BL. At the bottom I find myself in a dark but vast cavern. I can still see fine. I see sapphires close to me and I tell H to look at how many there are, an almost 5x5 area on a wall. Then, I find a waypoint like those from Diablo II. I think to myself about how rare this area is to find naturally generated.

The cavern has a mostly flat ceiling and I can't quite see the bottom, but pillars at irregular intervals make a kind of vaulted cavern ceiling. (Similar to some BL cave generation)

In the distance, I see more sapphires around and eventually after walking along a sort of suspended highway, avoiding some annoying mobs along the way, I find an underground stone fortress which is mstly made of stone brick and which has patterned features with encrusted sapphire ores.


2022 June 8th

Scraps:

I'm in a village or town. Like rural areas around old home. I'm passing in front of a building where lots of people gathered. They're all queueing or waiting.

Some other bit, with mom and H. Something about driving. A crossing? A woman in a dress?



Notes:

- There was something yin/yang about the first dream's location but it also reminds me of places and experiences from my childhood.

- At the time of the second dream, me and H had been playing Minecraft again a fair bit. I'm not entirely sure why there was a D2 waypoint in there but it may have been because of the dream that Hilary shared on DFLN just a week earlier or so, as Diablo hadn't really been much on my mind otherwise.

- Inside the cavern areas, there were openings above that let some natural light in. There were interesting light effects, though even so I couldn't really see a bottom to the pillared cave areas at any point.

#7

A picture of Shadow the Hedgehog

This took place in a kind of labyrinth of a facility, quite like a college. There were various representations of video game characters roaming around freely doing their own things and such. The one franchise I can remember seeing recognizable figures was from Dead or Alive. I can remember searching for Shadow the Hedgehog and even just Sonic at that moment.

"Where is Shadow the Hedgehog or at least Sonic...They got to be here somewhere." I was then pulled over by an emo-fashioned Asian man who was thin wearing a black outfit, "Here you go~" He said in a cheery way.

MobianAngel: "S...Shadow!?" Is what I said after what my eyes have witnessed in front of me.

That's when I looked around to see two emo looking Asian human men, kind of like twins. I figured they were Sonic and Shadow the Hedgehog. There was the one who pulled me over (Sonic) and the other was one on a metal pedestal with liquefied metallic paint-like chains tying down his arms and legs (Shadow). He was all ruffled, his black hair on his head was wet and gliding across his face. He was limping over to side to side shouting and growling like a wild animal. His twin that stood free without any chains, smiled and gave me a friendly push on my back that made me topple over the platform onto (Shadow's) seemingly slick and liquid-like body. He did not attack me but he continued to growl and yell limping, loosely pulling on the chains as the the continued dripping grey paint as everyone from that area circled around and stared.

Sonic the Hedgehog: "Now, give your soul to him."

A bit bewildered at the sudden request and before my dream mind could think I was in mid process of the soul giving. I cannot say for sure how, but I merged with him. My "physical" body was gone and I found myself within Shadow. And for some reason his tongue, in the form of a liquefied chain was sliding out from "our" mouth. I was then in control of his body, sharing his pain and agony that he was in. I remember the tongue falling completely out dragging with it the lungs. The lungs began to come out which was making it hard to breathe. Using our hands I picked it up as it slipped and slide in the metallic paint as I put it back in our mouth. We tried to swallow it down but found ourselves gagging it back out. So I anchored his head just enough to keep it balanced. For some reason, keeping the lungs in a particular position in the mouth kept us from losing breath and gagging reflexes.

I then worked on the chains. They slid out from their hooks rather easily as we walked off the platform. Limping and sliding as if we were dunk. Shadow's rage and bellowing voice of anger and pain kept the people who watched distant from us.

I then could remember us then walking into my mother's room which was identical to the one in the waking world. I opened the door and she saw us and then that's when I awoke. I can still feel that odd sensation of my insides falling out of my mouth.

Notes: To be honest, this is not the first time I had a dream where I had "given" myself to Shadow the Hedgehog/fiancé in some way or sort of fashion. But this was indeed something I haven't dreamed about for a while now. What I can say from my observations is that, him and I need one another to help each-other out. We both share each others pains and joys, much like a twinflame in some way. We have over time and time again talked about becoming one and experiencing what it feels like to merge. Shadow wants me to help him achieve more power as well as becoming closer. I also mentioned at times that I wanted to give myself to him.

I'm kind of in a crunch for time at the moment but that's really the main point of what I can say about this experience. Such an amazing dream this was~

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• Date — 1/24/2016

• Went to bed — I do not remember, I passed out and took a nap during the morning hours (AGAIN)

• Woke up — 10:35AM

*Time logged — 12:14PM

• Total sleep — N/A

• Stress level throughout the day — Alright

• Techniques/Practices

*Daytime — Did RC with my fiance when I woke up earlier (before this dream)

*Recall — N/A

*Inducing Method — N/A

• Dream Signs — The obvious

• Perceived Length — 30 Minutes

• Emotions — Anger, Fear, Pain

• Awareness — None

Non-lucid
I'm at David's house, he's having a party and a bunch of my friends are there. There's one boy I don't recognize, but he's very attractive. Dark skin, black hair, tall. Honestly looks a little like Agassi. As I get prepared to go on my nightly walk, he comes up to me and excitedly asks if he can come. I say yes. He sneezes twice afterwards, and hangs around me until I'm ready to go. AJ also wants to come with us.
I go out, everyone bidding us a short goodbye. It's quite cold outside, there's a little bit of snow, or maybe frost, on the ground, and a lot of puddles and David's house is in a more forest-y area now. AJ splits off from us, leaving just the attractive boy and I to walk. But soon he splits off from me, leaving me all by myself. I an imagine in my mind's eye of him over me, looking evilly happy, with long horns growing out of his head and a breathing apparatus over his mouth. I think he might be the devil.
I start to look for my sister, yelling out her name everywhere. I climb up a small hill where I see a beautiful, colorful sunset with strange cloud formations. It's reflecting in the puddles, and turning the snow/frost its colors.
I see AJ walking below me, looking a little lost. I call out to her and she scrambles up to me. I also see the boy walking around in the forest near me.
The scene changes. I'm in a Burger King parking lot with a little boy I don't know. He's holding my hand as we're walking. Another little boy, that looks just like him, walks out the Burger King door. "Hey, my twin!" the boy holding my hand says. The other boy smiles sincerely and waves, but doesn't stop walking away. The first boy takes a retainer out of his mouth. "Let's see if this will fit him too!" He says, as he throws it as his twin. It lands on the ground, naturally, but the twin picks it up and puts it in his mouth perfectly.
Then, I wake up.

My dream recall is overall poor, although it has been a week of 2 lucid dreams.

Last night I remember my pants being down a lot. Very vague, but I distinctly recall looking at how black my legs became with mud from all this not wearing pants.

Final dream was interesting - I could tell after waking that if I returned to sleep I would return to the dream, however this did not happen lucidly. I replayed my last dream in a different form. I'm going after my evil twin who we hook up to a machine that makes him blow up. I'm being helped by ex-IRA bombers, who point out that the picture of a man on a tool box was the man that taught them how to do this. We watch when it finally blows in a big mushroom cloud, them describing it as a "fine bomb", with a shock wave that extends out for miles. I wake up as it catches us. It's bizarre how in dreams I would allow working with scum like that when in reality I hate them.

This demonstrates 2 reasons meditation may help. 1 - remember dreams better. 2 - drifting back into dreams lucidly should happen easily.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

(...) I am part of some wild experiment that generates the opposite version of ourselves. I am about to meet someone I imagine as being my exact opposite, meaning she should be blond, very tanned, etc. But she actually looks just like me, which is spooky. I am fearful of her, as I imagine that if she looks like me then she is my opposite in personality and I see her as my evil-twin.
But even then I'm surprised to find out she is actually not evil, but a rather normal person.
I wonder if the process failed but the creator tells me I'm simply mistaking things. He tells me I'm no saint or angel, so why would my opposite be evil? If I'm moderate, so will she. I think he has a point.
I do find she is very different from me but in a very complementary way, so we become good friends. I feel for the first time how it is to have a sister.

Date: 26 January

Running around with a FAD and red dot sight. I see someone, start shooting, and since it is BF3 I wonder why I don't have to compensate for bullet drop. I then see another, and since I am poking my head up from behind a wall, I know he can't get me back, so I shoot him too. Then i get down and am wandering around, when someone form the other side of the bridge starts shooting at me. Since I am so low on health, I decide to charge him. I am nearly dead, and I jump and press B, knifing him. I see the cool knife animation of me plunging it into the back of his neck. I lay down, because I'm dying, and the police come. I am a fugitive and they have been hunting me for ages, but they leave me for they think I am dead.
I go to the autopsy of this guy I killed.
I then think there is some conspiracy or something going on. I look over a bridge and see four Asian girls that all look the same. I exclaim something, but it's wrong. The girls then break up into pairs, and I exclaim "twins!" I got it right. It turns out that the guy I killed was my twin.
He and I go to this elevator in a brick column where there are other twins and some young pairs of twins (i.e 5-6 years old). My twin is wearing a blue checkered top, it reminded me of Marshall Ericson from HIMYM. I hide behind him, and we get ready to go up the elevator to whatever is up there.

Good morning, everybody.

For anybody interested in time and dreams, I'm pretty sure that the first dream took place in less than one minute. I woke up to a police siren, fell asleep, had the dream, and woke up to another siren.

Dream #1

I was walking through a museum, along a second floor balcony overlooking a first floor kind of atrium area. It was probably night, and it seemed like more than half the lights in the museum were turned off. I may have been looking down to the first floor, to a few glass-cased displays along one of the walls.

I was now listening to some man, who was supposed to be the father, Bill Loud, from the 1971 reality show An American Family. But the man sounded a bit younger and a bit meaner than Bill Loud. He was complaining to someone about how one of his sons, probably Lance, was too into museums.

The man complained that now the son wanted the man to go to the museums with him. But the man said, "God, what makes him think I'm interested in going off to see a bunch of tropical colored, electrical fish?"

I now sat at a dining table at the back end of the balcony area. This part of the balcony extended, it seemed, into the main part of the second floor. There may have been a number of tables here. The table I sat at was long, able to seat eight or ten people. But the only other person at the table was Lance Loud, who sat directly across from me.

We sat mostly in darkness. The only light seemed to be coming from a kitchen area, behind me and maybe twenty or thirty meters away.

I had looked down to the first floor at some point. It was now like a movie theatre, including a ground level and a balcony. And it was packed. I knew now that the creators of An American Family had come out with a new documentary, possibly further documenting the life of the Loud family.

I thought of the creators of America as Frederick Wiseman, the great documentary filmmaker. But apparently Wiseman was actually twins. There were two Wisemans.

Lance was here for the premiere of the new Wiseman documentary. But it was kind of against his will. He kind of resented the Wisemans. He felt like the An American Family reality show had ruined his family. The Wiseman twins knew that Lance felt that way. And they resented Lance as well.

Lance was busy complaining to me about the Wiseman twins when they walked past us, heading toward a stairway down to the movie theatre.

The Wiseman twins looked nothing like Frederick Wiseman. They looked more like short versions of the psychic researcher Russ Targ. They had puffy, curly, grey hair, though most of their forehead was bald. They were square-faced, though their faces were a bit wrinkly. One of the twins wore a white sweater. The other one wore a black leather jacket.

As the twins passed us, one of them made a kind of rude remark to Lance in a deep, gravelly, but loose and relaxed kind of voice. The twins knew Lance didn't want to be here, and the twins didn't want Lance to be here.

But one of the twins saw that I was sitting with Lance. He had walked to the top of the staircase. But now he turned around and came back to Lance. In a relaxed, but courteous tone he told Lance, "We're having a ----- after the show. You're more than welcome to come."

The twin walked away. Lance said, really loud, so the twin could hear him, but in such a way as to sound like he was talking only to me, "Oh, like I'd actually want to go to something like that!"

The ----- was something like a viewing of behind the scenes clips from the documentary. This was supposed to be of great interest to a lot of the people who had been involved with the film.

Dream #2

There was a man in maybe his forties who was the father of a girl in her early twenties. The father had had the chance on a couple occasions to be around the girl's circle of friends.

The father felt like it was possible that one of the men in this group would want to marry the girl. The father didn't quite feel comfortable about this. The men seemed either like total screw-ups or like people who would kind of treat the girl in a mean way.

But the father decided that he needed to get to know the guys better before he jumped to such conclusions about them.

The father was now standing out on a driveway in the late afternoon. The father was white, with tan, tough skin and a square haircut of grey and white hair. He wore a white polo shirt. He was in shape, if not actually even muscular.

The father thought it was a stroke of luck -- one of the girl's friends, the one, it seemed, the girl was most interested, was standing in the driveway as well. The father could get to know the guy.

The guy was now standing before the garage. The garage door was open. An incandescednt light lit the garage. There was no car in the garage. But at the very front of the garage was a small shelf, on which sat a few doll-like girls' toys.

The guy was standing there, staring at the doll-toys and giggling to himself. I was kind of concerned for the boy. I felt like the father might think the guy was some kind of pervert for being so interested in girls' toys. But the father didn't feel that way. The father just thought the guy was artistic, interested in these toys for an artistic reason.

The father walked up to the guy to talk to him. The guy was a bit shorter than the father. He was pale white, about half bald, with short, disarranged hair on the rest of his head. He was a little chubby, and his flabby cheeks were dotted with stubble. He wore chunky, square eyeglasses and a too-big, blue-green t-shirt.

The guy, sensing the father behind him, turned around, while still giggling at the girls' toys. He found himself face to face with the father.

But the guy didn't feel he needed to acknowledge the father at all. He kept giggling about the toys, then turned off and to his right, walking toward and then into the front door of the house.

Okay, my dream last night was rather bizarre, but then I do have some bizarre dreams sometimes...

In my dream, I'm on a space ship, kind of like in Star Trek. (I say this because Spock was in my dream; actually TWO Spocks!) Anyway, I'm on this space ship with another man who looks like Spock, but isn't. I don't remember why we were there, only that we were not supposed to be on board. We were talking about what if we were discovered by someone and the fake Spock said something like, "The only way they would know we're not who we say we are is if the ship lost it's artificial gravity. They would be floating around in zero gravity but we would still be able to walk around." Not long after he said this, though, that's exactly what happened. But while I was unaffected by it, fake Spock started floating. In the dream I knew it was because he had not ingested whatever it was we were taking to enable us to move around in zero gravity. (a pill or liquid or something.)

In the next part of the dream, I'm watching things unfold as if I'm watching it on TV. A group of people are in what looks like the engineering section of the ship and Spock is there as well. (The REAL Spock; he is preparing to fix the artificial gravity.) Just as he is getting started, the fake Spock walks in. I'm thinking to myself, "He's going to get caught because 1. He's walking and there's no gravity, and 2. Now there are TWO Spocks!" But when I watch fake Spock approach, he is wearing what look like gravity boots. (They're not; they're fake as well but only he and I know this.) And he passes himself off as Spock's twin brother, which the real Spock, while giving him suspicious looks, does not dispute for whatever reason.

In this next part, I'm not sure if it's part of the same dream, or a fragment of another dream:

I'm suddenly in a large old mansion. I'm in a study or library and waiting for some friends of mine to return. Suddenly a panel in the wall opens up and there's a man dressed as a butler there but he appears to be made up of cotton stuffing inside a man shaped nylon covering, kind of like pantyhose. He is motioning for me to come with him, but I refuse because I know he is an imposter; the real butler is with the group of people I'm waiting on to return. Anyway, when I refuse to go with him, the man comes at me and tries to force me to come with him but I resist and we start fighting. We're struggling on the floor and I'm yelling for help and telling my friends that "I've found the imposter", but my friends are in another room or upstairs and cannot seem to hear me. Eventually I get the upper hand in the fight and get my opponent's head stuck underneath a chair or other piece of furniture. I'm punching and kicking him when suddenly he transforms into a friend of mine. He's pleading for mercy and begging me to stop hitting him. I eventually stop and help him back on his feet but as soon as he stands up, he runs off. I chase after him and as I do, he again transforms, this time into a dog. I'm chasing him across a green field towards a small creek. But he is running to fast and I can't catch him.

I come in to a weird circular building with Charlie, my twin brother, and another man I don't recognize. The man takes me to a series of coffins along the wall, like they were taken out of the wall. We open the first one to find tons of birds just fluttering around, like they've been dying to get out. I'm a little startled by this, and look around to find at the end of the coffin/box two birds fighting over a turtle. Charlie decides to deal with it by taking them up by hands and biting the head off of the turtle! I'm completely disgusted by it, horrified, I can't believe my eyes. We go onto the next few coffin boxes and the two birds fighting are at the end of every box. Charlie continues to bight the head off the turtle that's always there. I think it very weird that the same thing is happening at the end of every single coffin box. Other fragments from the dream include glowy sticks, and that's just about it.