I am outside my home. It is daytime. In front of me is a high wooden bed, one with a ladder on its side with a desk and a wardrobe under the mattress. An older man who I know is beside it. He wants me and my brothers to do something. He talks a bit. Another man appears, he is very tall and large looking a bit like a body builder. He picks up the bed and carries it down the pavement. The older man follows him.
Today has revealed that I need to work on noting down my dreams as soon as I wake up. As I risk forgetting them. Admittedly it is difficult when it feels so much better to just lie there.
HUGELY important
You can do this too just as you lie there, review all the dreams in your head like replaying a movie, this will help imbed the details so once youve got the details, you can pump them out into the journal faster and with better recall. (or talk them into a voice recorder and transcribe the audio after)
yes, excellent advise! and please remember that memories are not in your brain… what you can experiment with this distinction is asking your brain to be sharp in receiving them from your source…
I am at a table with an older man. The table is of dark wood and appears cluttered but my attention is focused on a small chessboard, I am playing chess with the man. I am playing the black pieces. Only a few pieces are off the board. I fear I will lose. The man is talking to me, he draws my attention to a second board a few inches away with more pieces on it. This board is also part of the game. I see a group of 4 black pieces. 2 pawns and 2 others (a Bishop and a Rook I think) . I begin to wonder how I can move them over and win the game. My younger brother is here. He talks to me as well, the man tells me he has now won. I look over to the original board and see he has put a few pieces of his near my king. A checkmate I assume. I am very frustrated. I place my king on its side as acknowledgement of my defeat.
I am on the upper floor of a double decker bus, it is daytime and going down a street of houses.
That’s all I remember again. This morning woke up about an hour before my alarm so I tried to lie very still and see if I could do a Wake Induced Lucid Dream. I ended up losing consciousness and getting the above which was interupted by my alarm.
I am on my laptop reading an article online.
I am in a take-away. I see one of the things you can get is a Half-a sausage in a hole, which looks like a toad in the hole with half a sausages ticking vertically out of it. (Toad in the Hole thats an English dish consisting of sausages in batter)
I am running through these dark tunnels in a group with only a couple of light sources. We are being chased by this small floating black orb. SpongeBob is with us. A few times he somehow sprays webbing from his arms like spiderman to try and tie down or block the orb but he fails. I am now in a indoor space and a white floor. In front of me are a set of angled windows, I am on the top floor of a tower or the edge of a building. A man is here, he is a staff member. I look down the lower windows into a set of round water pools, a large central one and some smaller ones around it. the windows shift and turn into very sort slides, the man explains that the next step of the course is to dive into the pools. He also remarks that the diving was originally headfirst. My younger brother goes, he succeeds, landing in a smaller pool but landed very lose to the edge of a pool. I am scared of going, I hope that I can just be led down by another way.
I am outside, it is nighttime, and I am walking around in an area of houses near my home. There is a woman here and other people, but I cannot make out many details. I know some sort of apocalypse is going on, something about monsters emerging and attacking people and maybe people disappearing. I see what I think is a giant snake heading towards me and I run away, Eventually I swing a sword and try to summon an archangel. Something comes down, picks me up and flies me away down a street. I believe it to be an angel, I talk to the entity.
I am inside in what may be an office or bookstore. It is daytime. I a waking along a circular corridor winding around the side of a circular part of a building. To the right are windows showing the empty central place. The carpet is in bright colours like red and yellow. There are some bookshelves and tables spaced along it. I know the apocalypse is going on. I reach the top, I see a large wooden circular table. A group of people sit down at it to discuss the situation. I walk on and see nearby a man at a small table on a laptop. I ask him how his laptop is still working and assume he has a good battery (note: the lights in the building were on :). People start running and shouting, an attack is happening on the building, I worry, and I try to recall the arguments of the Axiochus that death is not o be feared. I mee the streamer I Show Speed. I comment how we are probably about to die and act a bit like it’s a joke. He goes along with it then runs away. I end up on an outside concrete platform with other people waiting to be evacuated. I play on my phone a song by Donald Robertson singing about a guy called Onesidiumus speaking about how he does not fear death and why. It has a simple beat. I am now indoors somewhere else, I start to play the song again because I want to remember it.
I am wandering around on the second floor of my home. It is nighttime. I am worrying about us being attacked by monsters. I hear a knock at the door, we shouldn’t open it but I see my younger brother going to open he door. I hope its just a human or my father and twin who are still not at home. I see a Doppelganger of myself step through nearly naked. I rush forward grab the copy and throw it back outside and shut the door. I see a couple of glyphs appear in the air above me then on my hand. By defeating the monster I have gained them, glyphs of warding and protection. My mother encourages me to place my hand on the door, the glyphs copy themselves onto the door protecting our home.
False awakening: I am in bed it is nighttime. I go to my notebook and try to set down the dreams I recently had.
I am in bed, my room it lit. I am flipping through a large and thick book. A translation of the Mozi the foundational text of the Mohist school of Chinese Philosophy. As I flip through the pages I look at the chapter titles shown on the tops of the pages I notice one that has a rude word in the title. I flip back to find it again but fail. I end up on a page containing a fragment of text regarding dreams. I think initially that it covers 2 pages but then I see it is only on one page and much of the text on that page is just modern notes on it.
I am online, I am watching a video of a dark-haired woman talk about Pokémon cards.
Some surface level speculation about content:
The bit about the arguments about not fearing death from the Axiochus and the Donald Robertson song are probably because the evening before I continued my reading of his book, How to Think Like Socrates. Beginning the chapter containing that material. Minus the character Onesidimus, I assume my min reached for an ancient greek sounding name.
The dream with the Mozi is probably because recently the History of Philosophy without any gaps podcast has been doing episodes on them.
As for the dreams involving an apocalypse with monsters I’m not sure. Last night I started playing Okami a video game where you fight to save the world from monsters.
I am in no place yet to figure out any deeper meanings.
3 FAs in 1.5 months, I think you may have found a portal for Lucid Dreaming my Friend
I am in a green sunny place. I know this is the meadow from Kane Pixels Web Horror series ‘People Still Live Here’. I walk over to a grey Hut/structure by the edge of a large round/bowl shaped dip/hole in the landscape. I meet 2 men. They greet me and are friendly. Suddenly a giant monster ‘The Sheperd’ looms over the Horizon the men tell me to go inside and I do. To hide. I then set out with them to escape this place. I see our movements from a third person perspective like on a TV or in a Video Game. I make it to the centre of the hole where the small round tower is containing the door out of here, but it is locked. I am pulled to one side and find myself by another grey hut. Something sat on top of it speaks to me. It tells me I am being punished for being a Con Artist. Something I did earlier. I ask if I can go back and change this outcome and it tells me that I can of course do that, this is a video game. I briefly see some sort of menu displaying numbered chapters. I am now bac where I started. I am now confronting the Shepherd. It is a large round dark mass with dragon heads sprouting from it. I shoo at it with different attacks. I realise that I can spin it around, so I do so to a side with no heads and just shoot at it until it dies. The fight is over. I see on a nearby stone pillar a vague purple shape is inspecting a piece of the Shepherd. It is a relative and is here to exploit its death. I am now on another side of the hole and I am looking down on a grey hut, another relative is doing the same thing.
I am outside at the pavement near a crossing to a local park. It is daytime. I meet an old man in a suit who is James Watson the co-discoverer of the structure of DNA with Francis Crick, building on the pioneering work of Rosalind Franklin. He complains to me and a few others nearby as, I wander around, about not being able to get funding for his latest ideas. I think that just because he discovered DNA does not mean that every idea he wants to get funded must get funded.
I am on a train, it is daytime. The floor has a yellow stripe running down the middle between rows of plastic chairs. I am still thinking about James Watson and his complaints.
I am walking in a small group led by a dark haired woman. It is nighttime. We are inside a dimly lit room. She asks if the lights are blue or not. She dos not want them to be blue. I look out the window onto a narrow alleyway, to the right I can see a pair of traffic lights at that end of the alley. They are blue. She decides we will go out anyway as its not likely a car will come along. I go to the door and look through. There are a series of brick steps so narrow they are more like a ladder. I consider how to proceed. I am now with the group at the end of an alleyway in a more well lit area. By a street. I look across the street and see and open door, inside I see bookshelves and think it is an open Bookstore. I am sad that I will not be able to look in it.
I am outside with the others in a group, wandering in this run-down urban courtyard. I think about how I will have to write down this dream and that it involved shades of blue and a machine involving chickens. As I think this I walk through a gap in a wooden fence then up a ramp into an abandoned building. It looks like it could’ve been the loading bay for a factory or warehouse.
I am in the video game Destiny by Bungie. In some sort of inside area, possibly a spaceship. The floor, walls, ceilings and pillars are all made of metal. Tables are setup nearby me with different coloured covers spread out on them, some tables have people behind them. NPC sop owners? I know this game will shortly be shut down. I pull out my Ghost and speak with sadness about how this game will shortly be shut down and come to an end. I hear a vice speak. The back part of the Ghost’s shell is speaking. It to is sad and worried about what will happen to it.
Does anyone see any common themes or threads between the dreams of the last post, I can think of one but I don’t wis to bias anyone’s thoughts at this point.
@NightHawk999 @BlessingsDeers @_Barry
What do you think?
for me it was obvious - SPACESHIP 
@BlessingsDeers you just reminded me of another dream had last night. I was watching Benny from the Lego movie do the scene were he builds the spaceship except he was coloured red, in a bulkier spacesuit and he was alone in a forest.
For me it seemed that elements of frustration and impermanence were found in many of the dreams. A lot of he dreams involved the frustration of desire, either mine or someone else’s. As well as sadness involving the passage of time which in the first dream I could go back and fix but in the last was out of my control (I can’t be certain of their exact order but I do try to write them in the order I recall having them).
Regret is an emotion I often feel.
LOL!!! Touche!
The juxtaposition of several Daytime dreams, then Night
Conflicts (monsters & Watson)
Being in groups of people (not alone for most of the dreams)
Sadness about the bookstore & shortly shut down video game
I am in the car with my family driving along a road, in a countryside area. It is daytime. I am now outside the car by a building, with my immediate family and some Aunts. I am walking along on a covered section by a small field. At the end of it a door opens and a group of small children come out, apparently having finished a Birthday Party. I hear one of them complaining about not having some rocket being fired. I go through into some sort of storage room. There is a long cardboard box with the rocket inside surrounded by popcorn. I agree with my younger brother and aunts that this is way too unhealthy and we need to sneak it out of the facility. I am now in the reception with everyone. The receptionist is talking to some of us. As I wander around I notice the box propped up against some of the plastic chairs lining the walls. I am nervous someone will notice but it doesn’t happen. I am now walking with the box outside. I am eating the popcorn inside but I notice the rocket is missing. I look into the sky and see the multi-coloured rocket with a multi-coloured trail behind it fly through the air. I guess my younger brother stole it and set it off for the children to see.
I am in my house. In a cellar area. A short white corridor. I think I hear something. Someone has entered the house, possibly entered the cellar I need to find a way out. I go through a door to the left then a second door and into an identical corridor. I continue trying doors and I find one leading outside.
I am in a shop. Possibly a café, there are small round tables everywhere and refrigerators with food by a wall. My Father and Younger brother are here. I speak to my Father about Confucian Meditation, my younger brother interjects and exclaims that in other words the Confucians believed people would become better by learning about stories. I wander off and look at the food. I return to my Father and tell him hat stories isn’t all there is to it. He asks me if I practice Confucian Meditation. I am taken back, I reply no.
I am back at my old place of work. I do not want to be here but I have come back in one last time. I end up sat at a desk in the corner. I am sat next to another man. A group of people start gathering by us and placing party food on our desks. Apparently it is something about the Birthday of the man next to me.
I am with my twin outside. It is nighttime. I am now driving his car at night. I am alone and trying to drive around and come back to him. I struggle to maintain control and I am afraid. I have no idea what I am doing and fear I may crash. I struggle to keep the car straight. There are some close misses. It is now daytime, I am driving up and to the left along a curved ramp and onto a raised roadway. I know I try to move around and get back onto a path back to where my twin is. I end up on a very narrow one car raised roadway curving down. I a now driving in a small fenced in garden. Young children are around playing a couple of women supervising them. I go around them, making sure not to hit anyone. I drive down some stairs down through a large play castle. I knock over a cuddly toy distracting some children who rush to deliver first aid. I g through a gate than down. I know I am long overdue to meet him. I am in my bedroom on my phone. I am looking at a video on my twin’s YouTube channel. Text with a voiceover explains it’s been 11 months since he last posted or appeared anywhere. Other YouTubers close to him have disappeared while investigating his disappearance or have left YouTube. He wishes to launch an effort to investigate these occurrences. He gives his name for this effort and then gives his acronym/short version which begins with “peepeepee…” I am relived and go to make a comment saying how relieved I am that tis 11 month disappearance has just been the build up to an elaborate joke.
I am walking around in the white stairwell of a hotel. I pass some people and a vending machine.
I am on my old high bed. A number of people are in my room. People are holding or passing plates of food. Some sort of party is going on.
That first longer dream to me shows just how crazy dream can be without us catching on. Rapid shifts in location and time. Not to mention me apparently driving a car through apparently a nursery without causing any injury or damage. In my recall o it its like I’m driving but there’s no car there, just my point of view.
